The sting of hot water as it struck my tender nipples jolted my system enough to dispel my stupor. I was so disoriented that I hadn’t even noticed when Mistress shoved me into the shower. My nipples throbbed as the jets of hot water struck flesh still tender from the whipping that I had received. A whipping that I had stood there and accepted without complaint.
Lost in thought, I wondered how I had done that. I found it confusing that the abuse of my tits and pussy had stimulated a part of my mind that had remained inactive until today. The pain had awakened something in me that I didn’t know existed. Something that I would have to give more thought to after I got back home. I grudgingly had to admit that, somewhere deep in my soul, I had enjoyed the pain and stimulation.
Slowly, the hot water that pulsed from the showerhead began to soothe my aches and pains, washing away the cum that was matted in my hair and elsewhere. I began to relax and it occurred to me that a normal person would find it hard to believe what had just happened to me.
The day had begun with bright yellow sun’s rays streaming into my bedroom and a Mocking Bird singing outside my window. I awoke excited and happy, looking forward to an adventure exposing myself to strangers as I had in the past, but everything had gone wrong.
Instead, I had been abducted and there was no way to know where I had been taken. These people had promised to release me a few days from now but they might be saying that simply to get my willing compliance as they used my body for their sexual gratification.
Crazy as it might seem, their plan appeared to be working. Hadn’t I just stood there obediently and allowed their leader to use his whip on my tits and pussy? As my hands idly wandered up to cup my tender breasts and rub my nipples, I was immediately reminded of the exquisite pain I had experienced each time the whip struck.
Both my nipples and pussy lips were an angry shade of red and they were puffy and swollen but that was the only evidence of the abuse. It was amazing that there was no broken skin, no bruises or marks other than the angry red color where the whip had been applied.
Never, in my wildest dreams would I have considered allowing such a thing to happen to me. Yet I had allowed it. But that wasn’t all. After being whipped, I had obediently sucked the leader’s cock and been thoroughly fucked by the same man, allowing him to fill my pussy with his cum. A complete and total stranger whom I had decided to call the “Announcer”.
It was amazing to me how the pain inflicted on my body had ignited my senses pushing my emotions higher and higher. I had been primmed and ready when his cock had split the tender flesh of my pussy. At that moment it wouldn’t have mattered whose cock was driving into my sex. Any cock would have been welcome and able to push me over the precipice. As a result, my body had exploded and I had experienced the strongest climax of my life.
The intensity of my response to his rough fucking was amazing. I should have been appalled that anyone would want to use a whip on me yet, on some level, it seems as if a part of me enjoyed it or was titillated by the whipping. As a result, my response was more intense than normal. It was something that I would certainly need to look into if I ever got out of this predicament.
Maybe I enjoyed it because of the audience of strangers who watched the whole thing, both in the same room and on a live video feed? Or maybe it was because I knew that every intimate part of my body and, every erotic moment of my humiliation had been recorded to make a video that would be sold on the internet to an untold number of strangers. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate exhibitionist experience?
My speculation was interrupted and I was jolted back to reality when the water finally began to run cold. With a yelp, I turned off the shower and opened the shower stall door. I dried myself with a towel that I found hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around myself, I walked across the room with all of these questions and more thrashing about in my mind. Confusion reigned supreme as I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. When I reached the bed I just gave in to my exhaustion, dropping the damp towel onto the floor as I lay down and struggled to reign in my conflicting emotions.
I had just begun to doze off when I felt someone move my legs apart, fastening their lips on my tender, well-used pussy. Struggling back from the edge of sleep, I looked down to see Mistress busy between my legs.
I had never had a sexual experience with another woman. At first, I was put off by the idea but, my surprise, horror, and disgust quickly evaporated. Her talented lips and tongue soon changed my mind.
Fascinated, I watched as she pulled two fingers out of my pussy with a big blob of milky white cum on them. She immediately placed the fingers to her lips and began to lick them clean. It was fascinating to watch as she ate the Announcer’s cum from my pussy. I felt her fingers continue dipping between my pussy lips to drag out even more cum.
It seems like my body had not yet recovered from the earth-shattering climax I had experienced at the hands of the Announcer and his whip because, in only a few moments, I was moaning and thrashing around on the bed. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, Mistress reversed positions, placing my head between her knees. After doing so she immediately dipped her head between my thighs and resumed pleasuring my pussy. Suddenly, I found myself looking up at her gaping pussy as she lowered her sex down onto my face.
There was no time to consider what was happening or what I should do about it. Without thinking, I parted my lips and began lapping at her pussy like a cat with a bowl of milk. The taste was strange, not offensive, but one that I had not experienced before.
Despite my lack of experience, I automatically knew what to do. I pressed my mouth firmly over her slit and began to worry her clit with the tip of my tongue. It wasn’t long before the two of us had resumed thrashing around like wild animals. That’s when it happened. Her movements became more rigid and jerky as she stiffened. Understanding blasted through my consciousness as Mistress bathed my face with her cum causing me to erupt with my second massive orgasm of the day. I closed my eyes and parted my lips struggling to catch some of the precious fluid.
When it was over, Mistress collapsed on me and we both just lay there exhausted. After she caught her breath, Mistress rose and walked to the other side of the room. I continued to lay there with my eyes closed, legs splayed wide apart, totally spent physically and emotionally. I was completely overcome by the new sensations I had recently experienced.
I felt the bed sag as Mistress sat down beside me. She used a warm wet cloth to clean the cum from my body. When I smelled something that reminded me of lavender, I opened my eyes and watched as Mistress rubbed her hands together. Then she began to gently apply a lotion to my breasts and nipples which were still sporting a few red spots and remained quite tender.
I looked at her questioningly and she said, “This will help relieve the pain. I’ll put some between your legs too and by tomorrow you won’t have any pain.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Who are you? Why are you here? I can understand what the men want but why are you involved?”
Mistress paused as if recalling good memories and said, “I was once like you. They abducted me and brought me here. I was used and abused for a weekend and then released. After I managed to make my way back home I did a lot of thinking.”
“Once I had recovered from the shock of what had happened I began to look more closely at my sex life. It was either a disaster or non-existent. As time passed, I began to realize that I had felt more alive on that weekend when I had been taken than I ever had before. That’s when I remembered the slip of paper that they had given me just as they released me.”
“I don’t know why I had kept it. Maybe subconsciously I knew that I might want to contact them again. It contained an email address that could be used to contact them. I thought long and hard about it but finally, I accepted the inevitable and sent them an email.”
“I’m not sure what I expected to happen. It was two days before I heard from them wanting to know why I was contacting them. I told them that I wanted to come back again.”
“Two days later, on a Wednesday, I received another email instructing me to be at the corner of Evans and Sycamore in my town at six PM on the coming Friday. I was told that a van would arrive and that, if I was serious, I would be expected to step into the van of my own accord when the side door opened. They would not abduct me again because it was just too dangerous. This time my participation would have to be a result of my own choice.”
“After that weekend I went back two more times. At the end of my fourth weekend, they offered me an opportunity to become part of the group. My specific duties would be to help the abductees through their experiences. I have a regular job during the week and on special weekends I come here. Occasionally they still use me when something goes wrong with their plans for a specific abductee.”
“Now you need to rest. You have two sessions scheduled for tomorrow and another scheduled for Sunday before you are released.” With that statement, Mistress turned and left the room.
I had no idea what time it was when I awoke. Mistress had covered me with a sheet and a light blanket. I took this opportunity to look around and observe my surroundings. In addition to the bed that I had slept in I noticed a small desk and chair against one wall. There were a couple erotic paintings on the wall. As I lay there looking around the room I noticed a second door that I had not seen previously. It must lead to the bathroom where I had taken a shower earlier.