You push a door open and all I see is the bench I’m to be strapped to through the narrow passage. One bare bulb lights the small, cinder block room, and as I am pulled through I can see them, “our guests” you call them, at the front of the room. I don’t want to look at them. I don’t want to see their faces. I know exactly who they are, I can name them all, but I don’t want to see them. This is all wrong, and the klaxons and bells are all shrieking in my head, and I want to fold in on myself – become as small as possible. We stop in the middle of the room.

“Eyes up, girl.” You command. I lift my gaze. “Name them.”

“Jennifer. Nick. Troy. William. Jason. Erin. Ivan. Brent.” I look from one to the other, the expressions on their faces range from cold seriousness, to sympathy. Instantly my mind retreats again. Internally, I am in a rush to protect the safe places. Shore up the defenses, and maintain the world I worked so hard to create and keep in place.

Your voice snaps me back. “You chose these eight?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You invited them?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“They know what they are here for?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“They all consented to take part?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready?”

I shake my head, “No, Sir.”

You smile, “Good, let’s go.”

You lead me around behind the bench by my leash. Turning to face me, you pull out your knife and use the tip to puncture a hole in the top of my t-shirt. You push it through farther until it meets skin, and then drag it down a few inches. You use your hands to tear it the rest of the way before yanking it off me completely. You bring the knife up in front of me, smiling, and then press the blade against the side of my face. With increasing pressure, you trace a path from my temple, down my neck, along my collar bone, to the pit of my throat, and down my chest. By time you reach my breasts there is a thin line of blood welling up and I am barely breathing as you draw the knife around each nipple.

You grab the leash as close to the face harness as possible and yank so that we are face to face, “You’re going to perform well for me, aren’t you little girl?” There’s a threat in your tone and I can only nod, “Good, do not disappoint me. Make your Sir proud, or I will make you very, very sorry.”

You unhook the leash from the harness, and then instruct me to drop my pants to my knees. That done, you make me hobble over to the bench, and lean forward on the inclined bench. You push a wedge under me that lifts my ass higher into the air until I’m almost on my tip-toes before cuffing and locking my ankles and thighs to the eye-bolts on the side of the bench.

I feel your hand run down my ass and over my pussy. Almost instinctively I push back against it as your fingers part the labia and find my clit. I let out a soft moan as your finger eases inside my pussy. You lean forward, sliding your finger out of me but continuing to play with my clit, “Look at you, you little slut, already hot and wet. You better damn well stay that way, too. They’re going to fuck you regardless of if you’re wet or not.”

I feel a hard smack land on my pussy, “Yes, Sir.”

You walk in front of me and cuff and lock my wrists down to either side of the bench. You grab my harness from the top and yank my head up. With a click, a ring at the top of the harness is attached to a latch hanging from the ceiling. I can’t put my head down and hide, I can only stare forward, chin resting on the bench. The reality of this hits me hard and I begin to tremble. I can’t run from this. There is no “out”. There is only this, or punishment. This, or facing your disappointment. The tears well up in my eyes. The inner sirens are still shrieking, but I have no more defenses. Just the walls that protect my inner-world, and those are about to be rocked like it was the last stand at Jericho. I go to the only defense I have, the only way to remove myself even slightly from this – I relax my eyes and allow my vision to lose focus and blur the world around me. I can still see, but the details become fuzzy. This detachment, I know, won’t be worth a damn when the first cock enters me, but it’s all I have to cling to at this moment.

I can see my friends lined against the wall. My mind begins drawing parallels between now and the last time people I called friends were intent on fucking me. This isn’t then, and it’s not the same at all. I try to remind myself. We consent to this. There is no line between then and now. This is what we’ve always wanted, to lose that wall between us and the rest of the world, to not hold friends at a distance in case they betray you again. We picked them because we trust them. But the violation of that trust is still possible. Still possible, and would be no matter what.

Once I am secured, you stand next to me, “All set. What do you say to your guests little girl?”

My throat becomes dry, my tongue sticks to my mouth, “Please, fuck me.” My voice trembles and cracks.

A hard, open handed blow lands on my ass, “Louder, girl.”

“Please, fuck me.” Tears begin to fall.

Jennifer is the first to step up. She walks in front of me, lifts my head so I can meet her eyes, and smiles “It’s ok honey. I promise you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.”

She walked behind me and I heard the buckles of her harness clank as she got it on. I see you sitting off to the side, I shoot you one more pleading look. You’re the only one who can end this now. You smile your wicked smile and I know any hope for last minute reprieve is lost. I feel Jennifer’s cool touch on the back of my thighs and jump in surprise. She tuts as her hands run up the backs of my thighs, over my ass, up my back and over my shoulders. My body reacts to her light touch. This is a woman that I have known to be sweet and sadistic. I wonder if she is toying with me before doing something horrible and unexpected. Instead I feel her kiss my neck and down my spine. Once she is close enough, I feel her fingers reach out and begin to play with my pussy. I moan as they explore and touch. I feel her position herself between my legs and feel the tip of the cool silicone dildo press against my pussy. I don’t want this, but I need this. I arch back against it as far as my restraints will let me. She tuts again, telling me to be patient. I feel her nails rake against my skin as the dildo continues to tease me.

After what feels like eternity of touching, teasing, scratching and kissing, I feel her guide the dildo in. She holds my hips and begins to slowly fuck me. I close my eyes and bite my lip. Her cock is in me. My friend’s cock is in me. And the world didn’t end. The sirens lower their volume some.

Soon the thrusts become harder, faster and I start riding the edge of an orgasm. Then she stops. Before I can cum, she stops. I hear her breathing hard. I can’t turn around to look at her, and I dare not openly question why. She removes herself from between my legs, walks around the side of me, and pets my head.

I see you motion to the remaining friends for the next one to take their turn. They exchange glances and Troy walks toward me. My eyes get wide. The klaxons ramp up their wail. Years of teasing and jokes are walking towards me to collect on all the hints and flirting I’ve done. From your seat you say, “Clean her off girl. And do it well.”

Troy slaps my ass hard, making me jump and scream. “Where’s that smart mouth now, girly?” As Jennifer positions herself in front of me, I hear Troy’s belt buckle clink. As I wrap my mouth around her dildo, I feel his cock press into my pussy. I moan around the dildo as I suck and lick it clean tasting nothing but my own pussy on the silicone. For a while, I am fucked on both ends. Jennifer finally decides her cock is clean enough and goes to sit on the other side of the room, leaving Troy behind me, fucking me. I was so close to cumming when Jennifer stopped, I want him to bring me over that edge. He pounds hard against me, his cock hitting my g-spot right on. I rock against him as much as I can, moaning, pleading. I want to cum so bad, and he is getting me so close again. Then, just as suddenly as Jennifer, he stops. I feel him move away.

“You know what to do girl,” you say.

As Troy walks in front of me, William comes around behind me. Troy uses my face harness to fuck my mouth and William slides two large fingers into my pussy, finger fucking me for some time before using my own wetness as lube for my ass. I gasp as my ass stretches open for him.

“You’re not done girly,” Troy says and I close my mouth back around his cock, sucking and licking, trying hard not to choke as he hits my gag reflex over and over. Soon, without a word, Troy cums, “Swallow it all,” he says. I do so, tears welling in my eyes as I try to hold back my now lurching stomach.

My moans and grunts grow louder as William slams harder into my ass. I am close to begging to cum, I don’t care who is fucking me. I need to cum. I have been denied twice, I need release. William’s hand reaches down and finds my clit. The cock in my ass, the fingers torturing my clit – they reduce me to a mindless mass of need and desire. I need to cum now; I am so close that I am sputtering gibberish, thrashing in my restraints. A thrust, closer, another, closer. Then, nothing. He pulls out and jerks off on to my back. The look on my face must be amusing because I can see you chuckling.

William comes around for a cleaning, I recoil. His cock was in my ass. That is a no. Your expression changes; your displeasure at this is obvious, but I don’t budge. This much I can’t do. You walk over to me, the air around you is charged with violence. You grab my jaw roughly, forcing my head up, “You think you’re too good slut?”

“N-no Sir,” I’m trembling, need and fear coursing through me. I don’t want your anger; I don’t want your disappointment, but I just can’t. I look you in the eye.

“Then what’s the fucking problem?” Your grip tightens on my jaw, I feel like it may shatter at any moment.

“Please Sir…” Tears begin to form again, I want nothing more than to please you, but this is a step too far, “…I can’t. Please. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t let this just slide you know.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You walk behind me. I hear your belt come lose and slide from around your pants. The first blow comes hard and without warning. Nineteen more fall, criss-crossing my ass. I am sobbing, and begging my apologies. My ass and thighs are hot and raw, you walk back around and grab my face again, “Don’t disappoint me again, slut.”

I can’t speak, just shake and sob. I shake my head, indicating I won’t. You take your seat again and motion for the next person. They look at each other again, and Jason steps out next. I don’t look at him; I don’t look at any of them. I don’t want to see them, to know that they’ve witnessed something as shameful as disappointing my Sir.

I feel Jason’s fingers probe my pussy. That I am even still wet is astonishing. The sweat on his hands burns the abrasions on my ass. I continue to say nothing, to tremble. He asks if I’m ready, I nod yes. Jason is a sadist, I expect nothing tender in this. I know he can be, but this isn’t the realm for it. So I am surprised when he instead of aggravating the welted, weeping skin on my ass, he fucks me slowly. This is almost worse than just being used, there is sympathy in it. I want him to finish and go. He is wonderful, but his gentleness makes me hate him in this moment. This feels like a violation. I feel tears roll down my face; I see you smirk, and I look away from you and wait for it to end.

When Jason finally finishes, I have no desire or need to cum. My humiliation killed that, I clean him off because I have to, but make no eye contact with anyone. I only know by his gait that Nick has come next. He roughly grabs one side of my ass; I howl and buck wishing I could kick him at that moment. I hear his chuckle, and then he grabs the other side, his fingers digging deep into the welts.

“FUCK! Goddammit Nick!” I scream.

He laughs, “That’s the girl I know.” He slaps my ass and I scream again. He walks up between my legs, I feel his hard cock, but through his jeans. Instead, he uses his fingers and teases me mercilessly. Fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers; toying with my clit; sharply smacking my pussy; doing it all over and over again. He has no intention of making me cum, just in tormenting me into wanting it. He doesn’t want to fuck me as much as he wants to fuck with me. I twist and rock in my restraints, he only laughs. When he’s done, he shoves his fingers into my mouth and I taste myself mingled with the sweat of his hands. I scrape my teeth over them, while glaring at him. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

Erin comes up next; she walks up to me, leans down and begins kissing me. Her lips are soft, and I have no choice but to relent to her as her tongue presses for entrance into my mouth. I strain against my restraints; I want to touch her, to run my hands over her body and feel every curve, to press myself against her. Too quickly, she breaks the kiss and goes behind me. I hear a click, then a buzz; soon I feel the vibrator against my pussy. She presses it against my clit, and begins to slide the fingers of her other hand into my pussy, slowly finger fucking me, deliberately drawing out each movement to torment me. She positions the vibe in such a way that I begin to buck and thrash.

“Oh, God,” I moan, “please fuck me.”

I hear her laugh, “Not me honey, I’m here to make things worse, not better. It wouldn’t be any fun if I just gave you what you wanted.” She holds the vibe to my clit a while longer, until I am sure I am going to break an eye bolt out from my rocking. Then she turns off the vibe, and gives my pussy a playful slap.

Brent comes up after Erin. He tests my pussy; I push back against his fingers. I am sure I will break the bench soon, I want to be fucked, I want to cum. I feel the head of his cock push into me and then stop. I writhe, moving my hips, wanting to take more in, all to no avail. His hands hold me steady as he slowly pushes into me, inch my excruciating inch, until I’m out of my mind and want nothing more than to be filled with his cock. He finally reaches the base of his cock, and is grinding against me; my eyes are closed and rolling back when I feel someone hovering over me, I open them and see Ivan. Rather than wait his turn, he pulls out his cock and pushes it into my mouth. Brent fucks my pussy as Ivan fucks my mouth, and I am coming closer to an orgasm.

I am no longer me, I am lust in flesh. I am a wet cunt and a hot mouth that needs to be filled and fucked and used. My whole world revolves around being fucked at this moment, and all I can think of is that I want them to take me any way they choose so long as there is a cock filling my cunt and mouth. I feel Brent fuck me harder as he gets closer to cumming. Ivan uses my face harness to hold on as he fucks my mouth. My world explodes as I finally cum; Ivan pulls out and jerks off on my face; I feel Brent’ cock twitch as he fills my cunt with his cum. When they are done, I clean them off – cum on my face and dripping from my pussy. I want more, but everyone is done.

Our guests are ushered out the door to clean up in another room. You release my restraints, and ease me down from the bench. My legs are weak and I’m trembling. You hand me a bottle of water, and I feel like I haven’t been that thirsty in my life. I don’t speak; can’t speak. You take me through another door to a shower; I remove what clothes I have remaining and stand under the hot water, shivering as my adrenaline levels drop. You sponge me off before removing your clothes and joining me. I get on my knees and kiss your feet, before I move up to kiss, and bathe your balls with my tongue. I run my tongue along the underside of your hard cock, and then kiss the tip. I look up at you, and you nod your approval, allowing me permission to worship your cock. I open my mouth wide and take in as much as I can, my hands running up the length of it as I suck, lick, kiss and caress it. This, of all the cocks that used me, is the only one I truly want. I am yours to use, and you know it. You pull me up roughly, turn me around, bend me over, and enter me from behind. Your cock pounds deeper into my pussy as I feel your nails and teeth sink in to my skin, marking me, making physical your claim on me. Once you have finished with me, I kneel and clean your cock, licking up the cum and the taste of my pussy.

When the shower is done, I towel you off, then myself. You dress, but tell me to remain naked. We join our guests in a sitting room, you sit in a chair, and I lie down by your feet; eventually falling asleep.

The door slid open. He stood in the doorway, a silhouette of a tall, muscular form. The wash of light behind him blinded me.

“No. Please, God, no.” I begged, “Please, don’t. Not again. Please.” I pushed myself against the cold wall, curling up as small as I could while keeping my eyes on his form. Whether or not my pleas made any impression on him, I couldn’t tell. All I could see was his hand go out and the door slide shut again.

Then darkness. The absolute, enveloping darkness. My eyes had adjusted to the light before he had shut the door, so now I felt doubly blind. I closed my eyes and listened as closely as I could. I didn’t know if he had walked in before closing the door or not. I didn’t know where he was. I couldn’t hear him breathe. I couldn’t hear him move.

But then, I never heard him move.

What I did hear was the blood pounding in my ears as my heart raced. I opened my eyes and looked around. A pointless move. There were no windows, no doors that I knew of, except the one that he entered and exited through. No light showed through any cracks anywhere. I searched and listened, shivering.

I had no idea how long I had been there. Hours. Days. All I knew was that this was not, at all, what I had planned.

It all started innocently enough. It was a Friday night, and I had taken the day off of work to study chemistry for midterms. I had been at it for 5 hours and needed a break desperately. I tried listening to music, dancing, even vacuumed my apartment. I was out of ideas. So I decided to see if I could stir up a little “chemistry” of my own. Just for kicks I pulled up the Craigslist “miscellaneous” personals to see what kind of trouble I could get into.

Vanilla Guy Sick of Vanilla Life – (downtown)

I’m 29 and I’ve played by the rules all my life. Looking for something more…exciting.  If you’re up for having some fun (dirty or otherwise), send me an email.

Don’t let me be another LOFNOTC.

How could I resist? I sent him an email.

Hey, saw your CL ad. I’m sick of studying organic chem. Any kind of fun would be great right now. If you’ve got G-Chat, feel free to IM me at this address. If we hit it off, maybe we can get a drink.

Emails turned to IMs. IMs turned into texts. Texts turned into a phone call. He was so smart, and funny. And his voice…oh God his voice. It was deep and fluid. Remember Billy Zane in Demon Knight? Yeah. Like that. I swear his voice alone could have made me cum. An hour passed with us on the phone. I suggested we meet in person. He mentioned a bar somewhere downtown. I had driven past it a few times before, so I wasn’t walking into completely unfamiliar territory. He emailed me a picture so I would know what he looked like. I sent him one of me.

When I arrived, the place was packed and the music was blaring. I spotted my guy in a booth at the back of the bar. He waved. I waved, and squeezed through the crowd.

I hadn’t gone all out to look nice. I switched my t-shirt and sweats for a cute pair of jeans and tank top. Casual, but kind of flirty. An outfit that simply did not scream “abduct me”. I stood at his table, “Hi. Jacob?”

He looked me up and down and smiled before responding. “Yeah. Angela?”

I nodded and sat down next to him.  His shaggy, dark hair hung just slightly over his eyes. What color were they? Brown? Hazel? I can’t even remember now.

The volume of the bar demanded we sit close and talk into each others ears. He had beers, I had gin and vodka drinks. We ate the greasy bar food and flirted shamelessly. Nothing was taboo. I felt so comfortable with him. I talked about sex, and fantasies, and my kinks. He talked about his boring ex and their shitty sex life. He went on about his fantasies of kinky, rough sex that his ex never let him try. Eventually his hand found its way to my thigh, and mine to his. He leaned over and suggested we go somewhere quieter. I agreed, and took his arm to steady myself on the way out the door.

We got to his car and began making out. My back against his car, him against me, grinding his hard dick on me like he could fuck me through my jeans. His thumb was brushing my nipple through my shirt when he whispered in my ear, “Wanna go back to my place and have some of that ‘fun’ we talked about?” I nodded, not sure if I was drunk off the vodka or if all the blood had drained from my head to my clit. I (almost) never fuck on the first date, but this time I decided it was worth the risk.

I got into his car, he got in next. He leaned over the center console, smiled and said, “Com’ere.” I leaned over, expecting more of the delicious kissing. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, pulled me close – then everything went black.

When I came to, it was pitch black. I was naked and my hands were tied behind my back. “Hello?” I yelled, my voice echoed, “Hello! Jacob? Jacob, are you there?” I struggled against the ropes. They were tied tight, my palms facing out to prevent me from reaching the ropes around my wrists. Whoever had done this knew what they were doing.

“HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE, HELP!” I was starting to panic, I yelled over and over for help. That was the first time the door opened, and I saw a man in the light. “Jacob? Jacob, is that you? Please, Jacob, help me.”

He moved forward, “Shhh, quiet Angela,” Jacob’s voice crooned, “you’ll be ok. I promise.” He stopped in front of me. Enough light came in for me to see that I was on a large mattress covered in blankets and pillows.

I looked up at him. “Jacob, what’s going on? Please, untie me. Please. I’m scared and I just want to go home now. Please get me out of here.”

He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “Shhh. Calm down. Everything will be ok. Remember, we’re having fun now.”

“No Jacob,” I shook my head, “I am not having fun. Please, I want to go home now.”

I couldn’t see his face well, but something shifted. He stiffened and stood up. I could feel him glaring down at me. Without warning, his arm flew out and he backhanded me. I toppled over, too shocked to even cry. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up so that I was looking at him.

“You fucking tease.” He spat through his teeth, “You fucking slut tease. You get my cock hard and think you can just leave? No, cunt, you’re going to stay here until I’m fucking done with you.” He let go of my hair and I fell down on to my side, crying. “The fuck are you crying for?” He growled, “I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

He pushed me on to my stomach and roughly shoved a finger into my pussy. “This won’t do at all,” he muttered. What came next was the worst open-handed beating I had ever experienced. Every few hits he tested my pussy with his finger again. I knew I wasn’t getting wet. This wasn’t the sort of thing that turned me on.

After a while, he got tired of my sobbing and pleading. “I was trying to be nice, slut. I guess I’ll have to fuck you dry.” I heard his belt buckle come loose. Next thing I knew, his large, hard dick had forced its way into me. He held me down with one hand while the other held my hip.

I sobbed into the blankets as the thrust harder. In a different situation, I would have reveled in him fucking me. His dick was just thick enough to fill me and long enough to reach deep and hit my G-spot. Soon, though, my body betrayed me. My pussy became increasingly wetter as he pounded harder against me. And, in spite of everything, moans began to mix with my sobs. My mind wasn’t enjoying this, but my body was.

Almost reflexively, I lifted my ass to meet his thrust. I heard him laugh, “Good slut, I knew you liked this.” I wanted so badly to deny it, I hated what he was doing, but the words wouldn’t come. I just sobbed.

Before he came, he pulled out, rolled me over onto my back, then knelt next to my head and jerked off onto my face. When he was done, he stood, flaccid dick hanging over his jeans, looked down at me and said, “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Next time, your pussy better be ready for me.” He left, and I rubbed the cum off onto the blankets.

I don’t know how long it was before he came back, but he did. This time forcing me to suck his dick. Anytime he felt teeth, or if I resisted, he pulled out and slapped me, hard. When he came, he made me swallow it, holding his hand over my mouth and nose until he was satisfied it was all gone.

Three more times he came in, beating me into acquiescence anytime I resisted. The third time he untied my hands because he wanted me to fight him. He wanted physical resistance. By then I was too tired to put up much of a fight. I pleaded with him once more to let me go. He laughed and told me to stop acting like I didn’t like this.

This time when he came back, I was sore, and exhausted. I couldn’t go through it again. I begged with him as he stood in the doorway. Until he shut the door and I couldn’t see him, I pleaded with him to let me go. I made every promise I thought may possibly work. Promises I had made many times previously. Promises that, every time previously, had no effect on him. When the door shut, I tucked my head in the space between my body and my legs and sobbed, quietly pleading with God to get me out.

With that half-hearted prayer, I felt his hand in my hair, snapping my neck back, so that I was facing him. “What makes you think God listens to whores?” he asked before a cloth covered my face and then –

I woke up in a freeway underpass wearing my underwear and tank top. My jeans, bra, socks, and shoes were in a pile next to me. I got dressed as best I could. Gingerly minding the bruises, sores and scrapes as I pulled the clothes on. I looked around and stumbled to the street to figure out where I was. It was early morning, and the streets were practically empty. I shivered in the cool morning air, as I looked for someone to guide me. The only person who didn’t run from me was a homeless man who informed me I was just a block east of the place I left my car.

Keeping my head down, I walked to my car and found it unlocked. My keys were in the glove box along with a note.

“Such a good little whore. I’ll be back for you.”