Sweat trickled down between her breasts tickling her hot skin. All of the muscles in her legs and back screamed with fatigue and a burning pain. She refused to give into the welcome numbness of sleep, relishing every ache, every sharp stab of agony, they were signs that she was still alive.
Dana had long since lost feeling in her hands and feet, the restraints that held her captive tied tightly enough to nearly cut off all circulation. The room was hot and even blindfolded she was pretty sure that she was in a basement somewhere. The musty smell and sounds of muted traffic gave that much away.
She wasn't sure what time of day that it was but gaging by the rumbling in her stomach she had been here for several hours. Fear once again rose in her throat threatening to spew forth in the form of acidy bile. Dana forced it down and centered all of her thoughts on Brian and the wonderful day they had just spent together.
Brian was everything that she had ever wanted and needed in a man and yesterday he had asked her to marry him. She had said yes without even thinking, in her heart she knew that they were meant to be. He had left her happy and sexually sated promising to surprise her the next day. She had answered the door early that morning wearing one of his white button up shirts and nothing else, expecting Brian.
She had been so wrong. The man at her door was dressed all in black and wearing a ski mask. He had brought a cloth to her face that smelled horrible and the next thing she knew she was tied up. Tears gathered in her eyes and her heart started pounding at the thought of being here helpless and alone.
Dana was just about to break down into great agonizing sobs when she heard footsteps coming her way. Instantly she straightened up, her entire body at once tensed and alert. She felt someone's hands on her now, they seemed to be unbuttoning the blouse that she wore. “Stop it!” she yelled and was promptly quieted by a hard slap to her face.
The hands were now sliding over her bare flesh, caressing and stroking her soft curves, she realized, with a shock, that these soft hands belonged to a woman! The stranger ran her hands up her ribcage and held both of Dana's high firm breasts in her hands, squeezing them softly. Dana cried out in pain as the woman attached 2 cold clips to each of her puffy nipples.
They felt like they were on fire! She could feel small teeth digging into her sensitive flesh. She could feel small drops of her blood flow down from her nipples to the underside of her breasts. She then felt the woman's hot tongue on her, licking the blood from her sweat slicked skin.
“Do you like that pretty girl? Do you like my hands and mouth on your big titties? I think that you do. I think that you like the pain as well. I know that I do, it brings something a little extra to the sexual experience, don't you think?” The woman's voice was low and sexy. Her hands continued to caress Dana's breasts and then down her tummy to the small patch of pubic hair above her shaven pussy.
Dana flinched her body away from the woman's touch, and a sense of horror and embarrassment filled her as the woman traced the tender folds of her cunt gently and oh so softly. It felt so good, so light and tender. Dana shut her mind off to the sensations and forced her anger out. “I said don't touch me! You're a nasty whore, you fucking cunt, get the fuck away from me!”
Immediately the hateful clamps were removed from her nipples and replaced with the hot, hungry mouth of the woman, she sucked and licked all around her now hard nipples occasionally nipping her skin painfully. “That's right I love it when you talk dirty Dainty Dana. Always afraid to let yourself go, to experience real pleasure, now I will show you real pleasure.”
