Carole laid in stark terror for over an hour. Or she thought it was an hour. The way the come dried on her pussy made her think it was that long. With the velvet bag on her head, she couldn't even begin to estimate time. But when the thick jizz hardened from the air conditioner's blast that seemed directed over her cunt, she knew she had been alone for quite a long while.
She cried softly to herself. The tears were soaked up by the velvet and even this small consolation was stolen from her. She couldn't even have the satisfaction of feeling her own tears running down her cheeks. All that filled her universe were the bent-double feeling and the emptiness of her pussy. Again, as before, someone had fucked her almost to the point where she would have gotten off.
They left her hurting, and achingly horny.
Struggling against the ropes holding her arms and legs was futile. She had pulled and twisted and jerked enough to know that. All she got was sore skin from the attempts to free herself. She heaved a deep sigh and felt the corset pressing up into her tits. Even this was no longer a comfort to her.
There had been a thrill when dye had dressed her so sexily. The silken stockings caressed her legs and made her feel like a woman of the world. The corset had bolstered her tits and made the nipples come alive. The way the blood from her heart had pounded into her boobs and filled them with excitement was no longer new to her.
Now the pain of having the comet pressing so hard into the underside of her tits offset any sexy feeling she got from the clothing. Even the garter belt chaffed and irritated her waist. The slightest move made it cut into her belly and back.
She hurt all over. Worst of all was the isolation. She had no sense of time and didn't know if people came and stared down at her bound figure or not.
That was the worst of all – not knowing what they were doing to her. The way the man had come in and raped her made her consider, at first, that it was Mr. Strong. That was something he would have, gotten his nicks off doing. But, the more her frightened mind worked on the problem, the less sure she was that it had been Mr. Strong.
It would have amused the man to send in someone else to degrade her, abuse and rape her. He might have been so grossly ugly not even a prostitute would service him. Or he might have been scarred and rotting from leprosy. She shuddered in fear that she had been fucked by such a man.
Or it might have been nothing at all like that. Perhaps Clive had come in and fucked her. But why hadn't he spoken? Were there microphones in the room to listen in? And why had he stopped before she was fully sated? Had he heard Miss Olson coming and had to run?
A tiny click came to her straining ears. The door had opened. She was sure of it. A thrill of anticipation faced through her. She felt her body quiver in excitement at the idea of being allowed to get free from this distinctly uncomfortable position where her cunt was widely exposed to anyone walking into the room.
A soft shuffling noise indicated someone walking across the rug. Was it Mr. Strong? Or the silent rapist returning to finish the job? She almost hoped it was the latter. Her cunt began to drool in anticipation of finding a hard, long, hot cock fucking it again.
She called out, "Who is it? Please, take this bag off my head! I want to be able to see who's there!"
The bed squeaked slightly and bounced as extra weight was added to its surface. No word was spoken by the mysterious invader. Carole felt herself tensing for a blow. She expected Mr. Strong to use that riding crop on her tightly stretched thighs. The pain would rip through her brain and make her pass out, but at least she would know he was there.
No blow came. The riding crop didn't whistle and sting. The person on the bed inched closer.
Carole felt a hand stroking over her naked ass. She almost wished for the torn silk panties. This was intolerable. Someone was feeling her up and she didn't know who it was. It might be Clive, but she didn't think it was. He would have made some encouraging gesture, given her some sign if he couldn't have spoken out loud.
The hand ran over the warm flesh of her ass and then up the inside of her leg. The creamy white flesh flowed like liquid as the person pressed into it. Silken stocking came between hand and leg. Then Carole felt a rough, wet tongue pressing into her leg instead of the hand.
Through the stocking came the wetness of a pink, probing tongue. The eager tongue licked and worked on the back of her knee. Then it went up toward the head of the bed following the gentle surge of her calf. The action should have reassured her. It didn't. This was exciting her, but every time she felt excited and turned on, she was left unfulfilled. She didn't dare allow them to do that to her again. The horny feeling would drive her out of her mind sooner or later.
In spite of her intention not to become aroused, she found her heart racing. The way the tongue sought out the tiny spots on her leg that ached the most and soothed them made her think more might be in the offing. Her cunt sluggishly flowed, leaking its cunt juices from between the tightly pursed pussy lips.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" she demanded. The bed squeaking was her only answer. She was as much in the dark as she had been before. No matter what these people wanted to do to her, they could. She was their captive, at their mercy – and she was beginning to suspect they had no mercy lurking in their breasts at all.
The tongue worked its way around her leg until the silk stocking was drenched with saliva. The current of air from the air conditioner made her leg feel cool and detached. But her cunt was beginning to froth over with excitement. She knew what was going to happen soon.
Then a question popped into her mind she couldn't answer. Was this Mr. Strong? Or was it Miss Olson? She had no way of knowing if a man or a woman was responsible for licking down the length of her leg, savoring the feel of her soft flesh through the black stocking and then working on to her bound foot.
The mouth working on her leg abandoned it in favor of her foot. A juicy kiss was planted on the sole of her foot. Then a lewd sucking noise came and Carole felt her toes being engulfed by a hungry mouth. The person sucked hard on her toes. The girl wondered why the person was bothering – and then she found out.
There was something incredibly arousing about having the mouth working on her toes. The sucking made her toes curl up just as they had when she was being fucked. Some nerve reaction was held in common between her toes and her cunt. That hardly seemed right yet the girl was getting hotter and hotter as the person's mouth licked and sucked on her toes.
Another kiss. The mouth worked back along her other leg. She felt the rough tongue laying her calf, soothing it and stimulating her at the same time. By the time the person had come back to the top of her black stockings, Carole was moaning in constant arousal.
"Fuck me, fuck meeee!" she begged. She wasn't even sure if the person giving her such a lovely tongue lashing heard or not. The words might have been jumbled up due to rampaging emotions in her body. Or they might have been soaked up by the thick velvet bag around her head.
The tongue found the top edge of her stockings and refused to go past this paint to her cunt. The girl was writhing on the bed now, unable to move due to the bonds holding her so firmly. She wanted to lock her legs around the head of the person connected to that sweet, licking tongue. The strain on her legs due to the ropes holding her down was almost more than she could stand.
The rough, flicking pink tongue slipped under the edge of the silken stocking and tried driving down lower on the inside of the girl's thigh. The stimulation from this pushed Carole closer and closer to orgasm. She allowed the feelings to mount. She had to get off to take the deadly edge off her berserk desires.
Just as she was at the point of coming, the tongue vanished from her leg. Only a cool, wet spot remained to remind her that the driving tongue of exciting flesh had ever been touching her.
"You can't leave me! Don't do this to me!" she bellowed. She thrashed around trying to free herself. This time the chain fastened to the dog collar around her neck prevented her from getting off the bed. Someone had shortened that chain to make sure she couldn't possibly escape.
But the tongue returned, this time dragging slowly across the slightly raised dome of her belly. She felt the roughness across her smooth skin until it came to her belly button. The tongue flashed out and down into that deep depression. When the person began tongue fucking her navel, Carole got off.
It wasn't much of a climax, but it promised her that more would follow. She wouldn't be cheated this lime as she had beep before. She could explode in the wild release or orgasm just from a tongue in her navel. That thought both repulsed her and made her feel sexy. She needed that tongue down lower, though. In her cunt, where it could do her some real good.
"Please go lower! My poor little pussy needs your tongue! I need your tongue fucking my cunt!"
The person licking and sucking on the girl's navel didn't obey her. In fact, they didn't even seem to hear. The licking continued, but drifted lower with each circuit back and forth across the teenager's belly.
When the top of her red, furry pussy mound was reached, the girl was in abject need. Her cunt demanded attention. She was a seething mass of desire and nothing less than an all out fucking would do her. She had to have that tongue – at least or go out of her mind.
Each little swirl of the tongue picked up another strand of her coppery red pubic hair. When her bush was thoroughly wet from saliva, the tongue moved just a little lower. At the front end of her pussy lips poked up her clitoris. This was the target for the tongue's attention. It licked around the base of the pea-sized organ, then worked carefully to the very tip.
The salty juice from her cunt lubricated the entire area of her snatch. The tongue reached the tip and licked it all off, only to replace her cunt oils with saliva. The girl sucked her breath in ad hard as she could and moaned it out, loud and long. Then she came.
The tongue began to drive down hard on her clit. It pushed the little mound of sensitive flesh around in circles, chasing it all over. But it never let it alone long enough for her to catch her breath. She was coming like a human machine gun. Her body arched and she tried to shove her cunt down into the face she knew had to be behind the tongue.
The ropes prevented it.
She jerked and tossed hard as the orgasms smashed into her tender young body. She would do anything for more of the tongue this time in her cunt. No around of crying out helped she was ignored. She couldn't show with her body her great need. The ropes held her too firmly. All the girl could do was lie back and wait for the tongue to grant her even more arousal, excitement and, perhaps if it was merciful, the ultimate human pleasure of orgasm.
As she drifted down torn a particularly intense come, she felt the tongue roughly stoking along one of her blue-tinged pussy lips. The tongue managed to work underneath between the outer cunt lip and the pinkly scalloped inner. The intense pleasure the teenager got from this couldn't be put into words. She would have deafened herself with her passionate screams if the velvet bag hadn't muffled her cries.
For a tense moment, Carole feared the tongue would leave her cunt as it had her leg. She waited while no sensation of tongue tip came to her aroused flesh. Then came the rush of the tongue all the way down into her cunt. The world exploded in orgasm again. She soared on the fierce winds of desire blowing through her body. And the tongue kept fucking her long after that first huge come.
The tongue touched all the spots within her cunt channel that needed attention. It was almost as if the other person could read her mind, sense her need. The tongue stroked and darted onto the most sensitive nerves in her pussy. The tongue slithered back and forth in the liquid channel until the girl got off again.
And still the tongue came after her. It drove into her pussy only to swirl around like some berserk tornado. It plunged deeper into her than she would have thought possible for a tongue attached to a human mouth. She fancied she could hear jaw muscles cracking in strain, but she didn't try too much to listen for such things.
The pleasure she was getting from that tongue demanded her complete concentration.
The tiny fires that had continually blazed in her loins now erupted into raging blazes. All her pentup lust was released by that fucking tongue. Whoever it was on the other end of the tongue, they knew how to pleasure a woman with mouth love.
The girl didn't think her joy could soar any more than it was doing. The tongue proved her wrong. It left her cunt with a wet plopping noise that was positively obscene, then worked back along her perineum. The girl wasn't familiar with the effect of a tongue dragging sensuously along that portion of her snatch. The entire distance from her cunt hole to her asshole received careful attention.
And she got off again before the tongue found her tightly clenched anus. She shivered as much from what the tongue was doing to her body as from the cooling sweat on her body. When she felt the light stab of tongue tip against her anal sphincter, she came again. This wasn't the monstrous orgasm she had experienced when the tongue had been so avidly fucking her cunt, but it was promise of even more exciting things to come.
"More," she begged, not knowing if the person frying to stick that tongue into her ass could hear or not. "I… I'll try to relax. Go on and tongue fuck my ass!"
She tried hard to relax her asshole. Finally, through supreme will and desire on her part, she managed to loosen it a little. The tongue surged all the way up into her ass when she did. She could feel soft lips touching her asscheeks. Were they covered with lipstick? She couldn't tell that. The person tongue fucking her butt might be a man or woman. She hadn't figured out any way of telling.
And it didn't much matter. Whoever was using their tongue so effectively on her body was giving her the very thing she needed most: sexual release.
That tongue wiggled a bit as it went deeper into her asshole. She felt it wet and rough against the walls of her rectum, then she sighed and settled down. She wanted to hoard the feelings of lust in her body. She wanted to build them up to the point where it wasn't possible to hang on any longer. And then she'd let tat fucking tongue push her over the brink of orgasm. She would have the biggest and best come ever.
The girl was robbed before she could achieve this worthy goal. The tongue was more dextrous than she'd thought. It managed to press into nerves hidden far up her bowels and get her off before she realized what was happening. The tongue slipped free of her ass with a lewd smucking noise. Before she could protest, the bed squeaked and bounced a little.
Again, she was alone in the room.
But she waited. Carole wasn't sure the person had left. Once before, as the tongue had worked on the soft inner thigh, it had vanished for a moment only to return even more excitingly on her belly. Then it had gone on to her cunt and cunt lips and finally the steamy depths of her pussy. Maybe it would come back, either to her asshole or her cunt.
It didn't.
Blind, bound and helpless, the girl was again left alone with only her desperate thoughts for company.