Marissa awoke naked, save her bonds and a blindfold. She knew not where she was or how she got there. She felt some anxiety, but surprisingly, no fear.
An old rheumy voice spoke out, “Wake up young lady. Do not pretend to sleep. The drug you were given was timed very precisely.”
Marissa raised her head and spoke, “Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want with me?”
The gravelly voice sounded out again, “You are allowed no questions young lady. Your being here is a mistake. We have decided to release you.”
“Before we release you we want you to know we meant you no harm. It was an unfortunate accident that caused you to be brought here. You have our deepest apologies.”
She heard several people rise and walk away. Then she felt several sets of hands roaming over her body. Some fondled her breasts. Others trailed up her legs and into her slit. Yet others grasped and kneaded her bottom. She strained against her bonds as fingers pushed eagerly into her pussy. Others, slightly lubricated, inserted themselves singly into her rectum. She felt a need growing in her. She tried to push herself down onto the fingers but the harness held her firmly in place.
Satiny material rubbed against her body. The material parted and she could feel hard male bodies pressed against her front, back, and sides. She rubbed back against them as much as her bonds would allow. She became wetter than she had ever been before. So much that it leaked down her thighs.
They kept her right on the edge of an orgasm. The fondling seemed to go on for hours. Finally, their attention was too much. She cried out as the sensations overwhelmed her and drove her to a massive orgasm. She felt a sharp pinch on her bottom and spreading warmth as blackness overtook her.
Marisa awoke again, this time with no blindfold and no bonds. She was in her own hotel room in her own bed. She arose and looked around. Everything was where she had left it. Could it all have been a dream? On the nightstand, however, was a large stack of twenty-dollar bills wrapped with a red satin ribbon.
She lay back on her bed and dropped off to sleep with a smile on her face.
An old rheumy voice spoke out, “Wake up young lady. Do not pretend to sleep. The drug you were given was timed very precisely.”
Marissa raised her head and spoke, “Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want with me?”
The gravelly voice sounded out again, “You are allowed no questions young lady. Your being here is a mistake. We have decided to release you.”
“Before we release you we want you to know we meant you no harm. It was an unfortunate accident that caused you to be brought here. You have our deepest apologies.”
She heard several people rise and walk away. Then she felt several sets of hands roaming over her body. Some fondled her breasts. Others trailed up her legs and into her slit. Yet others grasped and kneaded her bottom. She strained against her bonds as fingers pushed eagerly into her pussy. Others, slightly lubricated, inserted themselves singly into her rectum. She felt a need growing in her. She tried to push herself down onto the fingers but the harness held her firmly in place.
Satiny material rubbed against her body. The material parted and she could feel hard male bodies pressed against her front, back, and sides. She rubbed back against them as much as her bonds would allow. She became wetter than she had ever been before. So much that it leaked down her thighs.
They kept her right on the edge of an orgasm. The fondling seemed to go on for hours. Finally, their attention was too much. She cried out as the sensations overwhelmed her and drove her to a massive orgasm. She felt a sharp pinch on her bottom and spreading warmth as blackness overtook her.
Marisa awoke again, this time with no blindfold and no bonds. She was in her own hotel room in her own bed. She arose and looked around. Everything was where she had left it. Could it all have been a dream? On the nightstand, however, was a large stack of twenty-dollar bills wrapped with a red satin ribbon.
She lay back on her bed and dropped off to sleep with a smile on her face.
