As the van sped on, taking me to Heaven knows where, I tried to kick out at my captors sitting next to me as I lay sprawled on the floor. They just grabbed my ankles and pulled off my shoes. My skirt had ridden up to my waist, and they had a splendid view of my stocking tops and suspenders. I decided that there was no point in trying to fight at this stage, and lay quiet. Anyway, the van was not air conditioned, and it was too hot and humid to exert myself.
Eventually, the van stopped. I heard a creaking sound, then the van moved forward slowly, apparently down a steep slope. Evidently, we were going into an underground garage. Soon, we levelled off again and stopped. My guards picked me up and, when the rear doors opened, bundled me out and through a door into another room. They removed my handcuffs, and then left me as three more men entered.
As soon as the first lot of men left, I tried to remove my gag, but the new men stopped me. I was then unceremoniously stripped naked. While two men each held an arm, the third one undid the zip on my skirt and pulled it down to my ankles. Strong hands grabbed the front of my blouse and yanked, not bothering to undo the buttons. My attempts to protest were thwarted by the sponge in my mouth; I could emit no more than a few grunts. Equally little subtlety was used as my bra, suspenders and thong were forcibly removed. I stood there, completely naked and gagged. Next, the men pulled my wrists behind my back and fastened them together with heavily padded medical restraints, pulled tight and held closed by little padlocks. Two of them grabbed an arm each and pushed my elbows together, while the third put a similar pair of restraints on my arms, holding them in a most uncomfortable position and forcing my shoulders right back.
Next, they lay me on my back on the floor. Two of them grabbed my ankles, and spread my legs so far apart that it was painful. The third fastened a padded cuff around each thigh, just below the knee, and pulled it tight. The cuffs were at either end of a long pole, so my legs were forced to remain spread very wide open. A cuff went around each ankle. All of the cuffs were held on by padlocks.
I was picked up and turned over onto my face. One man put his hands under my armpits and lifted up my shoulders. The others lifted my ankles and bent my knees. The ankle cuffs were linked to the cuffs at my wrist, forcing my body to bend like a bow. Straps went round my thighs and shins, forcing my legs to be doubled up tightly, and locked on. My feet were touching, soles together. Something went round my head, and all went dark. It was a heavily padded blindfold, and when fastened tightly it stopped any trace of light reaching my eyes.
Now I was turned over onto my back. This increased the strain of my contorted position. My body was gripped firmly from both sides. I felt something ice cold touching me between my legs. What were they going to do now? The object was pressed hard against me, and started to penetrate me. Slowly but inexorably, it was worked in deeper and deeper. I could do nothing to stop it; tied up and held firmly, I could scarcely move. It seemed huge; surely it was too big to go right in. Yet, eventually, it did get right inside me, stretching me in a way that I could never have imagined was possible.
Next, I felt something going round my head. Hard objects were pushed right into my ears. Suddenly, my ears were filled with a painfully loud hissing sound that drowned out any other sound. I was effectively deaf as well as blind. Just as I was adjusting to that, there was an unbearably sharp pain in my right nipple, followed by an equally unbearable pain in my left nipple. I guessed that the men had put clothespegs on them.
I was lifted up and placed on a cold, hard surface. It started to move; it seemed to be a trolley. I was wheeled for some distance, then we stopped. After a short pause, we went forward briefly and then stopped again. Then I felt myself going up, obviously in a lift. When it stopped, I was wheeled for some distance again, then lifted off the trolley and laid down on a soft surface. Suddenly, I felt the huge object inside me start to buzz. It was a vibrator!
How long I was left there was impossible to judge. Bound as I was, I could scarcely move; it was quite impossible to turn over, and any attempts to crawl around soon exhausted me. I did not seem able to move far enough to reach a wall. I could see nothing but blackness, and hear nothing but the hiss in my ears, punctuated by the occasional loud thud. My contorted position made every muscle ache, not to mention the pain in my nipples. Sometimes I drifted off into sleep, only to be woken again by a particularly loud noise. The constant vibration was not enough to make me come, but it did make me feel more and more frustrated. Inescapably trapped in my dark little world, I was having non-stop erotic fantasies.
Eventually, I felt the clothespegs being yanked off, which was even more painful than when they were put on. I tried to yell, but very little came out through the gag. Then the strap holding in the sponge was removed, and the sponge pulled out with a sudden plop. My yells were audible this time, but almost immediately a rubber tube was pushed into my mouth and down my throat. I was nearly sick. Straps were again fastened around my head, to hold the tube in firmly. My mouth was held wide open. Some tepid liquid was poured down the tube. Obviously, I was being fed. This lasted for some time, and then I was left alone again, still aching and frustrated. With no idea of passing time, I was fed every so often and otherwise had nothing but my aches and pains and ever more lurid sexual fantasies.
Suddenly, there was a new sensation. Someone was removing my blindfold. After seeing no light for so long, I was at first dazzled even by the dim light in the room. But then I saw an extremely handsome man, bronzed and well muscled, wearing nothing but tight and skimpy swimming briefs. Tenderly, he kissed my breasts. I came, orgasming with a searing intensity that had never happened in my life, all my untold hours of frustration being resolved like a bolt of lightning. The man moved to take out the tube in my mouth, but two guards rushed in. One bundled him out while the other replaced my blindfold. Had that been just another fantasy? It seemed incredibly real, and I thought I heard a deep voice murmuring in my ears "I love you, I love you, I love you ..."
After that, inevitably, most of my fantasies featured that handsome man making love to me, and I kept hearing that voice saying "I love you ..."
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