Cuffed

"So, you can answer now," Nathaniel laughed. "Tell me, slut -- just how many loads of cum am I feeling inside that sloppy hole of yours?"

"None!" she protested, not liking the implication that she was some kind of repository for semen.

"Is that so?" he probed, increasing the speed with which he finger fucked her. "Tell me then, bitch -- why is your cunt so disgustingly sloppy?"

"It just is?" she offered timidly, not wanting to discuss the obvious answer.

Nathaniel stopped finger fucking her for a moment and reached up to grab her nipple. Clamping it down between his thumb and forefinger, he twisted hard. As waves of pain shot through Kate's body she bit down on her lip to prevent herself for screaming.

"It's not a good idea to lie to me," Nathaniel explained. "When you say 'it just is', you make it sound there's nothing out of the ordinary about the present state of your cunt. If that were true, I'd think you'd leave puddles every time you sit down. Since I've seen you sit without leaving puddles, I have to conclude that there's a reason why you're so whorishly wet at the moment. Tell me what that reason is."

"I'm just turned on," Kate sobbed, mortified at having to admit it.

Letting out a sigh, Nathaniel again pulled the market out of his pocket. As Kate whimpered in confusion and humiliation he began writing on her stomach. Looking down Kate saw him write the phrase "DUMP YOUR CUM HERE", along with an arrow pointing downwards towards her crotch. She felt humiliated and disgusted by such a crass thing being written on her, but it did nothing to turn her off.

"I'm not an idiot, Kate," Nathaniel reminded her. "I'm aware that you're turned on -- frankly, you'd have to be blind not to notice. I wasn't asking for a biology lesson as to why a cunt gets wet, I was asking you why your cunt is wet right now. Unless you need another time out, I strongly suggest that you give me an answer."

"I don't know," she protested. "I don't want any of this to turn me on, and I wish that you'd let me go already. My body just doesn't seem to agree."

"I want more," Nathaniel demanded. "What part of this is it that your body seems to enjoy so much? Is it the fact that someone could walk by at any moment? Is it the fact that if someone were to find you, there'd be a good chance that they'd fuck your slutty little brains out? Do you just like being tied up like a little whore?"

"It's all of it," she tearfully admitted. "I don't want it to be like that, but everything you've said makes me hot."

"Good girl," Nathaniel laughed. "Since you were so honest, I think you deserve a reward."

Sliding his hand down her chest, Nathaniel again slipped it between her legs. Slipping two fingers back into her, he began to pump them in and out rapidly, fucking her hard. Normally Kate wouldn't want it so rough, but at that moment she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. In the hopes of feigning some degree of chastity, she bit down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning.

"I can't say I'm surprised," Nathaniel mused. "Don't get me wrong or anything, I like you Kate -- but I knew you were a slut from the moment I saw you."

"I'm not a slut!" Kate moaned, immediately wishing she had made the claim with less lust in her voice.

"Is that a joke?" Nathaniel laughed. "You're tied to a stranger's bed in a public place, completely naked, and bound open. A respectable woman wouldn't be all too happy with that situation, yet your twat is literally dripping. What kind of a woman do you think that makes you?"

Kate racked her brain for a response that would make her look less slutty, but was unable to come up with one. She wanted to point out that she really did want him to untie her and let her go, but the extremely noticeable wetness between her legs undermined any chance of success that argument might have. With Nathaniel finger-fucking her hard, she was finding it increasingly difficult to deny that she was absolutely acting exactly like the slut he claimed she was.

"A slut, I guess," she offered. "I'm not normally like this, though, I swear!"

"All that means is that you normally repress your true nature," Nathaniel shrugged. "It's hardly uncommon, but it changes nothing. The fact of the matter is that like all sluts, you're most honest when your cunt is in control. You might beg and plead for me to free you, but your cunt knows better -- it knows that this is exactly what you want. I want you to tell me what you are, Kate -- no question marks, no guessing. Tell me that you're a slut."

Kate didn't want to cooperate, but she had no choice. Nathaniel's logic seemed sound -- she couldn't explain her wetness any other way. Additionally, though she consciously didn't want to say the horrible thing he demanded, her libido liked the idea. She didn't understand why, but being forced to slander herself was a major turn-on.

"I'm a slut," she admitted. "Are you happy now?"

"Not yet, but I am getting there," Nathaniel laughed. "Truth be told, I'm really just getting warmed up. You didn't think the whole point of this was just to finger fuck you and have you admit that you're a slut, did you? No, Kate, I have far more interesting things planned for you."

Kate was both terrified and intrigued. She suspected those plans involved her sexual exploitation, but wasn't sure if she liked that or not. The sadistic streak that she was seeing in Nathaniel scared the hell out of her, but at the same time she found herself wanting more. Her sex drive and her modesty were battling it out for control of her body, and as Nathaniel continued to masterfully fuck her with his fingers she felt her modesty losing.

"Like what?" she moaned, more out of curiosity than fear.

"I don't think I want to spoil the surprise just yet," he replied. "Though, I will tell you this -- cooperate fully and be honest at all times, and you'll probably enjoy this. Get all disobedient with me, and I promise I can make it hurt."

As Nathaniel's warning echoed in her mind, Kate began to realize that if he continued fucking her with his fingers she'd almost certainly reach orgasm soon. The idea frightened her -- Kate's orgasms were rarely quiet affairs, and she knew that Nathaniel would notice. Any chance of her being able to reclaim her sense of modesty later would be destroyed if she was unable to hold herself off.

She tried to think of other things in a futile attempt to distract herself, but Nathaniel's forceful motions consistently brought her back into reality. Biting down on her lip she realized that she had no chance of preventing the inevitable. Unless Nathaniel stopped soon she'd cum, and he'd have all the evidence that he needed to claim that she was every bit the slut he claimed she was. Focusing her willpower, she forced herself to ignore the increasingly large part of her psyche that was loving every second of the abuse and wanted her to give in.

"You have to stop," she begged between moans. "Please, stop fingering me."

She hated herself for making the request. She didn't want to prove that he was right about her being a slut, but the idea of him stopping with her so close to the edge seemed almost tortuous to her. With her desires taking over, she silently prayed that Nathaniel would ignore the request.

"That sounded dangerously close like giving me an order," Nathaniel grinned, continuing to fuck her hard. "I'll play along, though. Tell me, slut, why exactly do I have to stop?"

Kate wasn't sure how to answer. She couldn't let him know just how close she was to orgasm -- that would defeat the purpose of asking him to stop in the first place. She couldn't think of any other reason that he should stop, either. Most importantly, though, she didn't really want him to stop at all.

"I'm sorry," she moaned. "I didn't mean to give you an order. Please just forget that I said anything."

"You're not getting off the hook that easily," Nathaniel warned. "You asked me to stop; I want to know why. Answer the question, slut, or I will have no choice but to punish you."

Kate was caught and she knew it. He wasn't going to let her just take the question back, and there was something about his tone of voice that made her suspect that he already knew what the answer was anyway. Swallowing her pride, she prepared to tell him -- she figured he'd know soon enough.

"I'm going to cum," she admitted.

"Well of course you're going to cum, you stupid bitch," Nathaniel laughed. "That's what sluts like you do, hell, it's exactly what you're for. I'll let you in on a secret, too -- this won't be the last time tonight that you're going to cum like the cock-crazy little slut whore that you are."

With his verbal abuse pushing her down the path towards orgasm, Kate felt her resolve slipping away. She rationalized it by telling herself that he already knew anyway, and perhaps she'd be stronger once she had gotten it out of her system. She didn't really believe that, but it didn't matter.

Realizing how futile it was to try to prevent the inevitable, Kate let go as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Arching her back as high as she her bindings would permit, she began to moan loudly. Nathaniel grinned widely as he watched her cum, enjoying her humiliation.

As Kate's orgasmic bliss gradually faded away, she found herself mentally returning to Earth. She was still horny, but she was also worried. She realized that her orgasm had been extremely loud, and was afraid that the people downstairs had heard her. She could still hear them, it seemed only logical that they might have heard her. Terrified, she realized that it was possible that right then someone might be heading up the stairs to see what the noise was.

"Okay, we really need to stop now," she blurted out. "At least shut the door, someone might have heard me!"

"I'd be shocked if they didn't," Nathaniel laughed. "You cum like a true whore, Kate -- though I suppose that it's to be expected. Frankly, I doubt that anyone didn't hear you."

"Then close the door already!" she demanded. "I don't want your friends to see me like this!"

"Oh, Kate," Nathaniel sighed, removing his hand from her crotch. "I suppose this is just as much my fault as yours for cutting you too much slack in the past. You don't give me orders, little girl -- and that was most certainly an order. I think that you need another time out."

Remembering how powerless she was, Kate froze in terror. She wanted to apologize for the transgression, but couldn't seem to get over her pride to do so. The sadistic look in Nathaniel's eyes suggested that an apology would change nothing, anyway.

Picking up her panties Nathaniel rubbed them all over Kate's groin, mopping up her juices. Holding them immediately in front of her face, she could see how soaked they were and was deeply ashamed. She realized that she had been enjoying herself, but had no idea just how wet she really was.

"Open," he ordered.

"Wait, I'm sorry," Kate blurted out, still frightened by the idea of being left alone again and disgusted by the idea of being gagged with her own dripping panties. "Please don't be mad, Nathaniel? I take it back."

Nathaniel let out a heavy sigh and again reached for the marker. Sitting up, he began writing on her inner thigh. Kate had difficulty seeing what he was writing from her angle, but with a little pain she was able to cock her head enough to make it out. The words "SPERM BANK, FREE DEPOSITS" decorated her thigh with another arrow pointing towards her crotch.

"Don't make me tell you again," Nathaniel warned as he again brought the panties in front of Kate's terrified face.

Reluctantly, Kate opened her mouth. Rather than immediately stuffing the panties in, though, Nathaniel first wiped them over her face, leaving her skin coated with a thin film of her own juices. Smelling the musky scent of her sex she was both repulsed and excited. After sliming every inch of her face, Nathaniel balled the panties up and stuffed them in her mouth.

As Kate tasted her own juices, Nathaniel again wrapped the belt around her face to hold them in. With the gag securely in place, he once more tied the shirt over her face to blindfold her. Unable to speak or see, Kate again felt Nathaniel climb off of the bed and heard him approach the door.

Unable to move and trapped in her own mind, Kate began to expect the worst. She knew that Nathaniel was correct -- the people downstairs had almost certainly heard her cum. If there was any doubt in their minds, Nathaniel was likely down there right then telling them exactly what had happened. She tried to comfort herself by constructing scenarios that wouldn't end with a room full of strangers gawking at her nudity, but couldn't seem to come up with anything that felt plausible.

Strangely, she found that the taste of her own sex combined with her utter helplessness was getting her excited again. Kate had never experienced multiple orgasms in the past, and often had difficulty achieving the first orgasm -- the idea that she still wanted more made no sense to her. Still, lying motionless she was acutely aware of the sensation of her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

No matter how hard she attempted to think about other things, her mind consistently gravitated back towards her current predicament. She knew that Nathaniel wasn't done with her just yet, and wondered what else he might have planned. Regardless of what he was planning to do to her, she realized that she'd almost certainly have an audience.

It seemed likely that he'd probably fuck her next. It only made sense to her -- he had already gotten her off, he'd probably want her to get himself off as well. Unwillingly, she began to visualize what it might be like.

She hoped that he'd keep the blindfold on so that no one could see her face. It wasn't so much out of a desire for anonymity -- she realized that everyone had already seen what she looked like -- but more out of a fear that they'd see how much she was enjoying getting fucked while they watched. She wanted to believe that her face would convey nothing but disgust and hatred, but it just didn't seem likely. She couldn't even hold back her orgasm when it was just Nathaniel's fingers; it seemed improbable that she'd be able to restrain herself when dealing with the real thing.

She realized it was pretty unlikely that Nathaniel would let her keep the blindfold on anyway. He seemed to enjoy humiliating her; forcing her to show everyone how much she was enjoying her degradation seemed exactly like the type of thing that he'd do. She wondered what Nathaniel's friends would think of her as they watched her getting fucked.

Eventually, Kate heard what sounded like footsteps approaching the bedroom. They were softer than last time, as if the person walking towards her was trying to be quiet so as to sneak up on her. Panicking, she told herself that it was probably just Nathaniel trying to screw with her mind in some way, but she couldn't seem to make herself believe it.

Eventually, the footsteps reached the room. She wanted desperately to ask who it was, but with the gag in was powerless to do so. She hoped that the person would say something so that she could at least know if it was or wasn't Nathaniel, though she had no idea how she could make that happen.

As she felt the person climb into bed with her, her heart raced. She realized that she was completely and totally at the person's mercy, and she had no clue who that person was. She wondered what they would do to her, and wondered how she would react.

She didn't have to wonder for long, though. Mere seconds after she felt the person crawl into bed with her, she felt his hands exploring her body. Groping, prodding, and rubbing every inch of her skin she began to fear that it wasn't Nathaniel, but a stranger. She wanted desperately to know who was touching her, but was afraid to find out. If it was a stranger, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

As the hands found their way between her legs, she found her lust returning in force. Whoever it was knew what he was doing -- he masterfully rubbed her clit while gently fucking her with his fingers. The fingers felt like Nathaniel's, but the fact that she was being finger-fucked again implied that it wasn't him. She didn't think that Nathaniel would be eager to repeat himself so quickly.

Against her will, she found herself beginning to moan as her lust took over. She didn't want to enjoy the stimulation, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. The fact that it could very possibly be a stranger making her feel that way was terrifying, but it made it even hotter. Just the same she prayed that it would be Nathaniel -- she didn't know if she could handle enjoying herself on that level if it turned out to be someone else.

Fearing that she would be acting entirely too slutty if it did turn out to be a stranger, Kate tried as hard as she could to restrain herself. It was hopeless, though -- her partner's skilled fingers were inspiring too much bliss for her to ignore it. As she began to moan openly, she rationalized her action. Whoever was fingering her must have already noticed how wet she was, and had probably heard her repressed moans through the gag -- pretending to be chaste at that point just didn't seem to make any sense. Unable to stop the assault she gave herself license to enjoy it, moaning loudly and grinding her hips to meet his fingers.

"You really are a slut," came Nathaniel's familiar voice after several minutes. "You had no idea that it was me the whole time, but it didn't seem to stop you from enjoying yourself. What's that say about you?"

Kate was overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. She was ashamed of her behavior -- Nathaniel was right, she was all too eager to enjoy fucking what could have very easily been a stranger's hand. She was relieved that it was Nathaniel, feeling that at least she hadn't really done anything with a stranger. A small part of her that she wanted to ignore, though, was disappointed that it hadn't been a stranger all along.

As she felt the assault on her crotch stop, she heard the sound of a zipper going down. Seconds later, she felt the head of Nathaniel's cock pressing into her vulnerable snatch. It felt thicker than she had expected, but slid in easily due to her intense wetness.

Kate wanted to hate it the fact that Nathaniel was fucking her. She was still terrified and angry about the entire ordeal that he had put her through, and it didn't seem right that he still got to fuck her in the end. She just couldn't make herself hate it, though. As Nathaniel's cock slid deeper and deeper into her, she was overcome with a sense of lust. If he had untied her at that moment she wouldn't have run, she'd have fucked back.

Spreading her legs as wide as the neckties that bound her would allow, she did what she could to physically encourage Nathaniel. She justified it by telling herself that the sooner he got off the sooner this would all be over, but she knew that was a lie. The fact was that she wanted very much to be fucked, and was eager to do what she could to help Nathaniel accomplish that.

"You horny little slut," Nathaniel laughed, having noticed her cooperation. "I have to wonder, Kate -- would you be reacting the same way if I had been a stranger?"

Kate didn't want to think about the question, but her mind forced her to. She wanted to believe that she wouldn't, but she knew that was a lie. As Nathaniel began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes, she realized that she almost certainly would have reacted the same way if it was a stranger. She didn't like thinking about it, but a significant part of her was getting off on the idea of being used by anonymous men.

"Don't you fucking ignore me," Nathaniel warned, punctuating his words with rough thrusts. "I asked you a question, and while you may still be gagged you can at least nod or shake your head. Now tell me, slut -- if it was a stranger fucking you, would you be getting off like this?"