Susan's Stranger

I took a deep breath and locked my fingers in his as he mounted me, placing his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He paused a moment, drawing out the anticipation. I closed my eyes and nodded my head quickly, giving him permission to have his way with me.

Slowly, he began to enter my depths.

I gripped his hands tightly as I felt his cock parting the walls of my soft, warm, and moist love canal. My pussy welcomed his cock willingly, gently gripping his shaft as he pushed slowly into me.

My body shivered from the sensation.

"Ohgod," I said in short breaths, "its.......so.......large."

All of the torture had made my pussy unbelievably sensitive, my entire body twitched in reflex as he inched his cock further inside me.

"Oh!" I struggled for every word. "Ohgod.......its.......so.......sensitive.......ohhh, please.......be gentle with me."

"Shhhh, it's okay," he kissed my head as his large cock tunneled all the way into my depths.

He rested inside me for a minute, and for the first time in my life, I felt complete as a woman.

Then, with a deep, passionate kiss, he began to thrust inside me.

I started coming with the first stroke.

EPILOGUE

It had been several days since my ravishment. Not only had it taken that long for me to totally process what had happened, but I needed time to get up the courage to go back to that house.

During the drive there, I thought about that night, reliving the experience in my mind...and how amazing it felt to be caged, tied down, stripped, and fucked relentlessly by a machine until I lost consciousness.

I had to keep reminding myself that it had actually happened, and that I ended up begging him to fuck me on the hood of my car. I could still feel his cock thrusting into me, the feeling of fullness when it exploded inside my pussy and his liquid drenched my depths. I'd never come like that before, and I didn't think I ever would again.

Standing at the front door to the house, I finally gained the confidence to knock.

(knock knock knock)

No answer.

I knocked a second time.

(knock knock knock)

My entire body tingled as I heard the door being unlocked from the other side.

As the door opened, I was surprised to see an older couple standing in the entrance. They were obviously married, and looked like they were in their early 50s.

"Yes?" The woman asked.

"Oh," I stammered, "hi, sorry, I was expecting someone else."

"Were you looking for someone in particular?" The man asked.

"You...don't happen to have a son in college do you?" I tried to put the pieces together.

The man shook his head.

I hesitated to ask...

"Is there per chance...a room beneath the ground floor in your house?"

The woman looked at me awkwardly for asking such an odd question. I didn't blame her. I probably sounded crazy to them.

"I'm sorry," I said putting my hand to my forehead, "it's a very strange question to ask."

I extended my hand.

"My name is Susan."

The couple was taken back and looked at each other.

"You're...Susan?" The man asked, turning back to me.

I nodded hesitantly.

"Well, I'll be darned," he said turning to a side table just inside the entrance. "I guess this is for you then."

The man handed me an envelope. It was a standard letter size but it was sealed and completely blank on both sides except for the word "Susan" written on the front.

I looked up at the couple questioningly.

The woman shrugged. "You tell us. We found it in our mail a few days ago. We almost threw it away but kept it on the off chance someone came to claim it. Do you know who left it here?"

"I think so," I answered. "It's from a guy I met. He...gave me something I'll remember forever."

"He sounds very special," the man commented.

I smiled shyly, "he was."

"What was his name?"

I felt my heart pounding as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, I was rendered absolutely speechless.

"I..."

How could I have not even noticed?

"I...don't...know..."

I stared at the couple in shock.

"I...I have to go..." I said hurriedly thrusting the envelope into my purse and walking quickly to my car, too embarrassed to look back.

I drove from the house, trying to get far enough away to be able to calm down and gather my thoughts. A few miles down the road, I pulled my car into an empty parking lot and turned off the engine.

Taking the envelope out of my purse, I opened it carefully.

Inside, folded neatly in a few layers of tissue paper was a red rose that had been carefully pressed to preserve it.

I smiled to myself, looking at the lovely flower, and then saw what else was there.

A photograph.

A beautiful, high quality, picture of me locked in my cage, my legs tied down in my full split, my eyes blindfolded, my body totally naked, and my wrists bound behind my back, all while the machine arms were fucking my pussy with the large dildo, torturing my clit with the Magic Wand, and thrusting still another vibrator up my ass. My mouth was open and my back was arched, thrusting my tits forward. I realized the picture was taken while I was coming.

It was surreal to see what I actually looked like while I was in my cage being sexually tortured. I couldn't help but think of the feelings of liberation I was experiencing during that moment. It was so intoxicating to think that being restrained physically made me feel so sexually free. Surrendering control to him somehow empowered me...

...and that was the story of my ravishment. I never heard from my stranger again. I did learn that the couple at the house had just moved in only the day before. I wondered...was the party a going away celebration for my tormenter? Was I his final fuck toy?

Whatever I was to him, it was special, intimate, even life-changing, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for what he had done to me.

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A lot of time went into writing this chapter, so if you enjoyed it, please give it some stars. Have fun reading my other stories as well, and I hope all of you remember to love yourselves as well as others. -- xoxo Daphne.