I must have nodded off to sleep, which I’m surprised at given the uncomfortable nature of how I’m hanging from someone’s ceiling. I wake to hear the gentle hum of a motor or a small engine. For a second I forget what’s happened but I’m brought back to reality as I hear the clank of what sounds like chains above my head, and it feels like I’m being lowered slowly. I expect to be lowered to the floor, or onto a table or something but I stop before I hit the ground, and I’m still held in suspension, just a little lower down now. The whirr of the machine intrigues and frightens me. Any second now this device that I can hear could be intended for use on me. If it’s a belt sander or some kind of drill or saw then I’d rather avoid its use!
“Hey, come on, the fun’s over,” I say, trying to come across as friendly, not desperate. “All you have to do is let me down and show me the door and I’ll go. I won’t look at your face, I won’t know anything that could incriminate anyone.”
Silence from my captor again. I feel a ball of frustration knotting up inside my stomach as I realise my absolute helplessness.
The whirring of the machine gets closer, it sounds like it’s something on wheels, like a squeaky old toy or something, and then suddenly I’m aware of him being stood in between my legs again. He doesn’t tease me this time, I hear him crouch down onto his knees and start lapping away at my pussy again. I gasp, partly in shock and partly in pleasure, my throbbing clit desperate for an orgasm. When I’m hungover I get so horny, and it’s not unusual for me to have four or five wanks on days when I wake up hungover. Just do it, I think. Make me come.
Again he brings me to the brink of orgasm, the pressure building inside my now-dripping pussy, then he stops again. Rising quickly to his feet he steps away from me, and I hear him wheel his squeaky machine in between my legs then, without warning, something that feels like a long smooth cock parts my moist pussy lips and enters my hungry snatch. This isn’t a cock, I find myself thinking. Is it a dildo? Whatever it is, it feels so good as it slides into me, all the way to the top. A sybian! That’s what this is. One of those machines that pumps a dildo in and out of you. I’ve watched plenty of porn to see these things in action and they always look fantastic. If that’s what this is then I’m in for a wild ride! With the dildo firmly in place I hear him press a button from the side of me, presumably on some sort of remote control. The dildo whirrs into life inside me, gently rotating, and it begins to slide in and out of me very slowly.
“Please, stop this,” I moan, not wanting it to stop at all.
I feel an orgasm building deep inside and I gasp as the huge machine-cock rocks backwards and forwards into me. Again and again it thrusts into me. Building quickly towards a much-needed climax. God, I’m so horny. I just want to come. I need to come. With a final thrust the dildo smashes into me and my pussy explodes into life, a small squirt of my juices splashing onto the floor. It doesn’t stop there though. The wave of ecstasy washes through me and my entire body spasms with pleasure. I feel the huge dildo retract, and the wheels of the machine squeak as this man, the man whose face I have yet to see, walks away, leaving my pussy dripping and thoroughly satisfied. I count my blessings that whoever this is that’s kidnapped me isn’t some kind of sadistic serial killer but, even though these last five minutes have been extremely pleasurable, I’m left wondering what’s going to happen next.
Again and again I rack my brains, trying to figure out what happened in my last few hours of yesterday evening. My conversation with Maria, Kerry and three of my other friends who were out, about me liking bondage. Something in my brain is nagging at me, telling me there’s something important about this conversation that I’ve forgotten. I said I needed a fuck. I said I like bondage. They said… they can sort something out for me? Is that it? They definitely said that but I’d thought at the time that it was just the alcohol talking. They surely can’t have arranged this, can they? It would be a very strange birthday present if that were the case. I need to know what’s happening here.
“Hey!” I shout out, my voice echoing around the huge room. But it’s no use. He’s gone, leaving me hanging here, dripping and exhausted.
Chapter Four
Searing pain rips through my face as the electrical tape over my eyes is removed, and bright daylight streams in from the windows and momentarily blinds me. I try to focus. Who’s doing this to me? Where am I? Able to see my surroundings clearly for the first time, I realise I’m in a massive empty warehouse. There’s some old broken-looking machines pushed back against the walls that look like giant sewing machines. The floor is bare, and all there is near me is a brown leather sofa. I can see the workboots of the man who’s been tormenting me, but nothing else. I can’t turn my head to see any more than just his feet and ankles.
“Are you letting me go?” I ask, hoping that this ordeal can be over soon.
His silence angers me. I decide to try and rile him up. “Are you too fucking timid to walk where I can see you? Do you have to kidnap and tie women up to get your end away? You’re pathetic.”
He shuffles his feet and for the first time he speaks. “I’m not doing this to get my end away. I haven’t tried to pleasure myself in any way. This is all about you.”
And with that, he’s gone, clomping away to the door at the far side of the room, which I can’t quite see. Why has he taken my blindfold off. What does he want me to see? Before he manages to get to the door I decide to plead with him one more time. “Come on, get back over here. Untie me. Let me down from here. I just want to go home. Come on! You fucking coward, get back over here and tell me what you want with me!”
I hear him stop but he doesn’t say anything this time. He’s obviously stood there thinking about whether letting me go would be a good idea.
Then I hear him turn around and start walking back towards me, purposefully, and I hope I haven’t pissed him off. “You’re not going home,” he growls into my ear, before walking back between my legs. I hear the familiar ziiiip sound, then without warning I feel his enormous cock push past my swollen pussy lips, and fill my pussy from top to bottom. Everything he’d done up until now had seemed very calm and controlled but this seems reckless. My tight pussy walls grab his shaft, contracting against it.
He reaches underneath me and grabs my breasts, pulling just a little too hard on my nipples. I wince with the pain but I secretly love it. I can feel the blood pulsating through his massive member. In and out he goes, he’s obviously been wanting to fuck me since he got me here, and now he is, showing me the man he really is. My body jerks with pleasure and I try to push my body backwards so I can take in more of his huge cock but it’s so difficult to move when I’m tied up like this.
“Let me down,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me but not like this.”
He pauses for a second, then slides his cock out of me. He waits for a second, then I hear him walk backwards a few steps, and suddenly I find myself being lowered to the ground. I’m now laid flat on my belly, on my face, and I hear a clink-clank as he undoes the chains attaching all the ropes to me. I’m no longer attached to the ceiling. This is a good step towards my liberation, but I know this isn’t over yet. I’ve only just managed to unleash the animal inside this man and I’m sure he plans to give me plenty more. And what’s worse, I want it. Best birthday present ever, if that’s what this is.