“And you will see,” Rob said, “but all you need to know for now is that you will not like it at all, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” His voice was not cruel or unkind, more like gleeful. She was not sure if that was at her obvious discomfort or the thought of what was to come.
She was walked a little further on a hard stone or tile floor, then she was stopped, and was sat down on a hard chair. A hand grabbed one of her legs, lifting it off the ground, and her Nike and sock was removed, followed by the other. She tried to resist the second leg being lifted, but the chair was tipped back a little, throwing her off balance, and she lifted her foot in reflex. ‘Fucking hell, they know what they are doing,’ she thought.
“What are you doing?” she asked, still looking into the utter blackness of the hood.
“You will be naked, shortly,” Alan said, as she felt hands on her thong, and it was roughly pulled down. She struggled left and right, trying to force her bottom into the chair to stop it, but it was in vain. “No, stop, I don’t want this,” she cried out, but that was met with laughter.
She wondered if they could hear in her words the little voice inside her that was screaming into her mind, “Yes you do. They are going to rape you, and you want that so bad.” Or maybe Alan could see just how wet her pussy was; it must have left a puddle in that thong.
She was forced to stand, which she fought hard, trying to wrap her legs around the chair legs, and then pulling her knees up so her feet left the ground, but they didn’t seem to care. She was dropped down to be basically squatting on the floor then jerked up fast, and much as she tried not to, she was now standing. Her skirt was unclipped and fell to the ground and just that quickly, she was naked from the waist down. She felt a leather cuff strapped to her left leg, and she pulled her leg away, but it was grabbed hard, and held in the cuff as it was done up.
She was forced back down into the chair, the wood cold on her bare skin, and one of them held her tightly there, as her right leg was pulled apart from her left. In fact, they were stretched apart, more than a meter she thought, as she felt another leather cuff forced onto her right leg and tightened. She tried to move her legs, but they were tied together by a bar, and spread wide, she had seen this in porn. It made girls, and even men, very immobile.
“I don’t like that,” she said, feeling more exposed than she had at any point so far.
“If you don’t like that, then you will hate the rest of today,” Alan said.
She was stood up again, and with her legs restrained as they were, she could not fight. Her arms were taken hold of very firmly, and by the feel of the hands, they each had one arm. Her hood was pulled off; the light was very bright, and she could see nothing. She blinked violently, feeling very disorientated again. Before she knew it, her handcuffs were undone and her jacket and top removed, quickly and uncomfortably pulled over her head. She still could not focus on anything, but as she bra clasp was released, she twisted left then right, trying to bend away from them. But it all felt pathetic against their strong grip. Moments later, her bra fell to the ground, her large, shapely breasts exposed to the world.
Again, she twisted and pushed with her feet as best she could, as they forced her to bend over. Then her right hand was in another cuff, leather like her ankles, and it seemed to be tied about halfway between her feet. ‘This is not a comfortable position,’ she thought, as her left hand was secured too.
Tammy’s vision slowly came back, and the first thing she saw was her hands and feet cuffed to the spreader bar. She was in a large, very clean and tidy living room, a kitchen chair behind her. Tied as she was, it was easier to see behind her than anything else. She looked around as best she could, and saw a door to a very posh kitchen, with a marble floor she had likely walked across minutes before. There was a large window, but the blind was angled so she could not see out, just sun coming in, and she hoped that meant nobody could see in either. As she became more familiar with the room around her, she realised that there were a lot of sex toys in the room, and silk ropes, and canes, and paddles, and just about every piece of spanking equipment that she had ever seen on the internet.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. Her voice sounded terrified, but something in her head said she was in heaven. Everything she had ever dreamed of could happen in this room.
“To be frank, whatever we want. You are powerless to stop us; you foolishly got yourself to the point where you have no control, and while you may want that, you are not going to want everything we do to you,” Rob said. He paused as if deciding if there was more to say. It took a moment then he said, “Normally we would give you a safe word, but that completely defeats the purpose of this.”
The words fell uneasy on Tammy’s ears; concerned did not get close to the feeling she had. But also, deep inside her, something felt very satisfied, and there was definitely a background arousal and desire.
Even as she was still thinking that, she was picked up by the two of them and was laid down on her back on the sofa, her arse on the arm raised above her body, her legs and arms in the air. As they lowered her, she bent her knees and elbows. In one way this was far more comfortable, but it made her think her cunt and arse were far too exposed and she straightened them again.
Just when she was sort of comfortable, she saw Alan approach with a paddle. It was not that big, leather covered, probably about the length of a forearm and about 3 inches wide, with the word slut in red on it. Even as he approached, he swung the paddle. The sound of air moving was all Tammy could focus on right up to until the point the paddle connected with her cheeks, with a thwacking sound. Tammy yelped, and squirmed in her position, but Rob was there in a heartbeat to hold her still and then in a rhythm of about one slap a second the paddle fell on her arse. It was not that hard, but it pounded on her, and she grunted with each slap.
Rob reached for a wand and around the 5th slap, the wand was pressed into her clit, the vibrations driving deep into her, and distracting her for a moment from the thwack, thwack on her arse. Tammy felt like the room was swirling around her; the wand was pressing hard on her clit, and she was building towards a climax quite quickly. She jerked as much as her bonds would allow, as muscles tightened, tension growing in her body. There was a dull ache from her bottom, and each slap made it worse, but it was a distraction at best. Her body was heading somewhere it had not been before. Orgasms for Tammy had been a warm glow and a tension release, and she knew this would be different; electrical energy seemed to be coursing through her body. Her muscles were locking and tight then relaxed, her mind was swirling and unable to focus on everything going on. As the wand moved slightly, and vibrations seemed to fire directly into her, she gasped.