I was scared out of my mind when I found myself naked, bound, and gagged in the strange room.

When the woman appeared and smiled kindly at me I felt relieved, but it was short-lived.

Instead of moving to free me from my restraints, she walked right up between my widely spread legs, knelt between them, and started licking my pussy. 

I’d never been with a woman before, and had no interest. But I couldn’t tell her that. I couldn’t say anything, or escape her, patient, skilled, relentless tongue and lips. I couldn’t stop her from making me cum.

After my second orgasm’s muffled screams died down, she kissed her way up my body, lingering at each breast, before licking at my lips and smearing my face with my own juices.

“That was a good start,” she said to me, smiling. “You’ll learn how to do that to me, eventually”.

I shook my head defiantly and tried to curse at her. She just smiled and shook her head at me.

“Oh, not yet. You’re not broken yet. But that won’t take too long.”

She turned and opened a drawer in a cabinet on the side of the room, removing a big, oddly shaped dildo and some straps. My frantic struggles were useless as she brought the toy to me, placed its fat head against my still-slick vulva and pressed gently. If I could have closed my legs, I could easily have kept it out. Despite its thickness, she really wasn’t pushing that hard. But as it was, as spread and wet as I was, I couldn’t stop it from slowly sinking into me. Its strange ribs and bumps dragged against my inner walls, giving me sensations I’d never felt before, and I squirmed and moaned as it gradually stuffed me full.

She twisted something in the small bit of the base left outside me and I felt the shape of it change inside – a pressure sliding up to- I gasped into the gag, and she smiled broadly.

“Bingo. That’s a little g-spot ‘finger’, adjusted just for you. It’ll make it so much better when I turn it on.”

I didn’t have time to wonder what she meant because as soon as she said it, she twisted something else in the base, and the dildo shuddered to life inside me, making me jerk and shriek.

“Yes, I know,” she said, keeping one hand on the base while she arranged the straps – one between my legs to hold the dildo firmly and completely in me, one around my waist to anchor the first. She did it quickly, efficiently, still talking.

“The program on the toy is to slowly ramp up the stimulation until you cum. It’ll reset once the contractions of orgasm stop – which for you could take quite a while,” she chuckled. ”Then it switches to its lowest setting and starts again. It’s going to be a long night, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” She pointed up behind her to the little lens of a webcam. The irregular buzzing between my legs, and right there was driving me to distraction, but I understood what she was saying all too well.

“We’ll talk in the morning about how you feel. Till then, good night my sweet.”

Then, just as suddenly as she’d appeared, she was gone, and all that was left was the monster buzzing stronger and stronger inside me. 

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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