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Crying softly, she lay spreadeagled in the darkness...a tight hood covered her face, moulded to her cheekbones...she could not move at all, fastened by her wrists, ankles, waist and neck. He had allowed a small slit for breathing, but there was no light. And although she could hear, there was no sound. This is what had finally broken her, the fact that she no longer knew how long she had been lying there...still fully clothed, just her shoes taken off. But there was no noise...where was he? What was he doing? Amusement, then frustration, escalating into anger had now been replaced with absolute fear...
Movement...finally a sound to cut the terror. She felt her skirt being pulled up, gentle hands unclipping her stocking clips. One, two, three...then the other leg. Stockings being peeled slowly, slowly down, hands stroking her legs all the way to her feet. Tingling replacing the anxiety, a low moan beginning in her throat. Fingers tracing lightly back up her calves, tracing around her knees, trailing achingly slowly up the inside of her thighs. A brush of a thumb against her throbbing clit and then a draft of coldness as the last lacy barrier was removed. She was vaguely aware of the incongruency of her half dressed body, but she had become completely focussed on sensation and the whispers of sound...sinking into her new world of deprivation where the slightest touch or sound meant everything.
And now she began to pant slightly and strain against her bonds as the longing to be stroked again overwhelmed her...a soft low voice in her ear, "Ah, there it is...the truth. You do your best to disguise what a tart you are, don't you?" Her nipple pinched- hard- through her clothes made the dampness between her legs increase instantly and when he followed by pressing his palm firmly onto her clit while inserting two fingers, she came so suddenly and so powerfully that she jerked up against the collar and straps that held her head in place. The brief denial of breath seemed to prolong her orgasm, and she felt herself spiralling away to that place where her body defined her existence completely.
Her only awareness now was of his fingers inside her...unmoving, applying slight pressure...her thighs trembling uncontrollably as she pushed against his hand...wanting more. And then a sudden tightening of the collar again as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her...panic and elation fighting as she came and came, trying to breathe, conflicting sensations increasing the blackness.
Written by LC
