Forget Me Not Ch. 04

As her body cooled and her senses came back to her, Laura saw that even though she wasn't in a position to move around and take stock of anything, she could see everything in the mirror. What she saw wasn't very promising.

The walls were lined with mirrors, and there were what looked to be stations, centered at each wall. To her left was a saddle secured to a pommel horse. At the opposite end of the room, there were two tall posts, from the ceiling to floor, each with a leather cuff dangling at the top and one at the bottom. To her right was a doctor's examining table, complete with stirrups at the foot and manacles at the top. And her imagination went on overdrive. Oh fuck! She thought. What the hell is this place?

"Help!" she screamed. "Somebody, anybody! Please help me!"

"You can scream till you're hoarse," her captor stated. "No one's going to help you. This room is sound proof. I had it built, just for you."

Her fear kicked in, and she started hyperventilating again. Her mind was trying to come up with ways to get free, but so far, nothing seemed possible. There was no escaping, tied as she was. But she would not cry! She would not let him see how scared she was. There had to be a way. And when he least expected it, she would win her freedom.

"You're not going to get away with this. People are going to be looking for me. I'm not a nobody you picked up off the streets."

"I know exactly who you are, Laura," he stated as he came within her vision. "And I did pick you up off the streets." He laughed at his pun. "They will look, but they won't find you until I'm ready for you to be found. I've been planning this for a long time."

Defeated, she closed her eyes and let herself relax back on the bed. He lifted her head and held a glass of water to her lips. She drank a mouthful of water, then spit it in his face.

"For that, you won't get another drink until you've licked up every drop of water and I am dry," he said nonchalantly.

She ground her teeth together and sealed her lips tightly. His eyes flamed and he slapped both her breasts, harder than the first time, leaving his hand print on each of them. Because they were still sensitive from his onslaught just moments before, she had to bite back a gasp of pain.

Setting the glass on the night stand, he used both hands to raise her head and leaned closer, so that her tongue could reach him. She reluctantly stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick every inch of his face and wherever water had beaded. When she had done a sufficiently thorough job, he raised the glass back to her lips. This time, she swallowed every drop, forgetting how dehydrated she had become since her last sip of martini the night before.

Was it just hours ago? It seemed like days. He put the glass down and retrieved a plate of food. It smelled divine, and her stomach rumbled, reminding her how long ago she had eaten. He looked at her, silently questioning if she was going to do with the food like she did with the water. Knowing that he would find some way to punish her, she shook head. He waited for her to confirm it verbally.

"No, I won't do it again," she said quietly.

Slowly, she ate every morsel of food that he offered. When the food was all consumed, she finally felt the call of nature.

"I need the bathroom," she mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked, even though he knew perfectly well what she needed.

"I need the bathroom," she stated louder.

He released one ankle, then the other, moving to the head of the bed. This is my chance, she thought, lying very still for him to finish. Unfortunately, he was one step ahead of her. He release her left wrist, but the leather strap remained. Swinging that toward her right, he proceeded to lock that manacle to the other one, before releasing her arm. There was no chance to take any kind of swing at him, as he stepped out of her reach. She tried to wriggle of the other side of the bed, but he dragged her back and proceeded to carry her to the bathroom and set her on the toilet.

"You can't possibly expect me to go with you standing there," she huffed.

He just shrugged and stared at her, prepared to wait her out. Oh, the humiliation! Unable to hold it in any longer, she peed. When she was done, he got a wad of toilet paper, spread her legs, and wiped her dry. She cringed in embarrassment, turning beet red.

He turned around and started the bath water, pouring the correct amount of soap. As much as it embarrassed her, she was intrigued by a man who, by all counts looked lean and mean, performing female rituals. When the water reached the level he wanted, he picked her up off the toilet seat and gently lowered her into the bath.

He then proceeded to wash every inch of her, from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes, stopping to linger at her breasts and her cunt. His soapy fingers slid in and out of her now throbbing pussy, and she couldn't help but buck her hips against his fingers. The warm water felt wonderful, as she was a bit sore from his earlier fucking. He worked his way back to her anus, his pinky finger easily slipping into her hole. With a surprised start, she sloshed water all over the bathroom floor.

"I guess no one's been back here yet, huh?" and continued to slide his finger in and out of her ass, stretching her and getting her acclimated to the sensation.

To her surprise, it actually felt good. When his finger rubbed against the wall between her ass and her vagina, her clit throbbed even more. Her vaginal muscles clenched, and she could feel her juices leaking into the bath water. He pulled his pinky out and replaced it with his middle finger, fucking her ass faster and faster, the palm of his hand cupping her pussy, causing her to gyrate against it. Again, just as she was about to find release, he pulled out.

"Gaahh!" she screamed, splashing the water.

He laughed and reached in to pick her up. She thought he would be taking her back to the bed, but instead, laid her on the examining table and secured her bound wrists to a single ring at the top. She watched him warily.

His t-shirt was now all wet, and she could see that he was well-muscled. Not brawny and corded muscles, but lean and buff. His jeans were also wet, and she could see the bulge at the front. She wondered if he was in pain, being restricted like that. She didn't know the half of it.

He moved to the end of the table and put each of her feet into the stirrups. She tried to resist, but he would slap her open pussy. To her surprise, the slap stung, but she could feel herself getting wetter. He finally had both feet locked in the stirrups. She no longer knew if she held her breath in anticipation or in fear of what he was going to do next.

"There's no use trying to resist, Laura," he stated. "I can see how wet your cunt is. Your pussy is just begging to be fucked. Watch the ceiling, Laura."

Such words should have shamed her, but instead, the crude words served to ignite her desire to greater heights. Knowing he would use some form of punishment if she disobeyed, she raised her eyes to the ceiling. She watched as her breasts swelled, and her nipples tightened, her skin now flushed with arousal.

He stood there, watching her pussy, for long minutes, just breathing in the musky sent of her pussy juices. His mouth watered. She tried to close her legs, to no avail. He slapped her pussy. Her juices gushed out. He grabbed the stool and sat down.

"Time for dessert," he growled.

Her pussy gushed again, as she watched him sweep his index finger down her glistening cunt. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked off all her cream. He adjusted the angle of the stirrups and spread her ass cheeks. The table was covered with leather, so it prevented them from hiding her rosebud ass again.

She was so turned on now, that her cream was continuously dripping down and coating her ass. He could see her clit peeking out of its hood. Her labia quivered in the cool air, pink and plump. Now the fun could begin.

He wet his thumb and pressed it to her clit, causing her hips to buck off the table. Then he stuck a finger in her pussy again, bring out more cream. But this time, he rubbed it all over her lips, from her clit down to her anus. She shivered with heat. He took his time playing with her pussy and anus but didn't impale her again. Watching this, her pulse became erratic, her breaths coming in short puffs. Finally, when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he thrust his tongue into her gaping pussy.

"Gaahh!" she screamed, as her pussy squirted cream into his waiting mouth.

He continued to slurp and suck her hole for everything it could offer him. His tongue delved deeper and deeper, lapping up every drop of cream it could find. By now, she didn't care what he did to her anymore, as long as he would bring her to sweet release. When he plunged his finger deep into her ass while sucking on her clit, she convulsed into orgasm, fireworks exploded behind her lids and her ears rang. She lifted her hips and ground herself onto his mouth and finger, as her body continued to convulse in ecstasy.

Wrung out from two mind-numbing orgasms, she lay limply on the table, just trying to get enough air into her oxygen-starved lungs. He was still licking her pussy juices, trailing his tongue from her ass to her clit and everywhere in between. It was so erotic watching him that her pussy started juicing up again. He looked up and smiled at her, while his eyes bored into hers. Another memory surfaced, but she was too far gone to do anything about it.

"Yumm..." he purred. "Even better than I had expected. This is the best dessert I've had in years."

Even though it made her flush with embarrassment, it also turned her on. Giving her one last thorough lick, he stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans. The moment he opened the fly, his turgid length sprang forward. Her eyes widened in alarm at his size, but she remembered he already fucked her with that huge shaft. It stood straight, curving slightly toward his belly, past his belly button. The head was an angry purple, totally coated with pre-cum.

She had never eaten cock before, but what she saw made her mouth water. She wondered what he would taste like. He looked at her cunt, and her pussy was pooling with juice again. His dick jerked in anticipation.

Seeing that Laura's eyes were glued to the mirror, watching his every move, he took a hold of his shaft and pumped a few times. He could hear the change in her breathing, knowing she was as turned on as he was. More pre-cum gathered at the head. She licked her dry lips.

He turned and walked toward the night stand. Taking out what he needed, he walked back to her side. She watched as his cock bobbed while walking, all the while wondering what he was going to do next.

"Keep your eyes on the ceiling," he commanded.

She watched as he attached little clamps to her turgid nipples.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, caught between pleasure and pain.

She could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy once more. Her breath came in short pants. He went back between her legs. This time, he attached a smaller clamp to her throbbing clit.

"Aaahh!" she cried, her hips bucking.

Next, he took what looked to be a smaller version of a dildo and inserted it into her sopping wet pussy, coating it with cream. She couldn't help but moan at the coolness of it dousing the heat of her pussy. When it was coated to his satisfaction, he rubbed it lower and lower, and slowly inserted it into her virgin ass. It slipped in easily, since her ass was already coated with her own juices.

"Oh God..." she moaned, as she watched him fuck her ass with the dildo.

Laura had never trusted anyone enough to let them fuck her ass before, but this felt good. Especially when it would rub against the wall between her pussy and ass. He fucked her ass hard with it, sometimes plunging it all the way to the base before pulling back out, again and again, until she felt another orgasm pushing upon her. Then he left it in her ass while using two of his fingers to fuck her pussy, and one hand pumping his pulsing cock. He looked up and caught her eye.

"This time, you will not come until I tell you to," he told her. "If you do, I will severely punish you."

She gulped, wondering what punishment he had in mind, should she fail to obey. She whimpered when he used his cock to rub against her wet hole. He teased her opening over and over, until she thought she would lose her mind. Too many sensations, she thought. Her nipples intermittently sent waves of pleasure to her clitoris, making her pussy create more cream. Each time he teased her pussy by inserting just the head, more juice gushed out.

"Please..." she moaned.

"Please, what?"

"Please, put it in."

"Put what in? And where? You need to tell me exactly what you want, Laura."

Laura just couldn't bring herself to say what she needed. She'd never talked dirty before. But he just kept rubbing with more and more pressure, until she thought she would implode from the sensations bombarding her.

"Please! Fuck my pussy with your dick!" she yelled.

He immediately plunged his throbbing cock into her sopping wet pussy, burying himself to the hilt. The head of his cock slammed into her cervix.

"Nooo!" she cried out, afraid of what his punishment would be, since she couldn't obey his directive.

Her pussy spasmed over and over. The heat of her release triggered his own climax. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pounded into her tight pussy over and over again, as his cum exploded from his dick and once more coated the walls of her vagina. The slapping of his balls against the dildo drove it deeper into her ass, and she exploded with another orgasm so intense, she blacked out again.