Tangle

She woke up groggy and unaware of her surroundings. She couldn't quite remember what had happened that evening. Had she been too drunk, or d**gged?
She was not even sure if it was still evening. The dark void filled her eyes, save for the brief flicker of light from somewhere near. She sighed, but was not able to – a ball-gag filled her mouth.
She panicked; she started to pant and struggle. She was tied down. She felt bonds around her wrists and ankles, spreading her legs. She was certain that she was naked. Almost subconsciously, she felt her nipples harden from her of helplessness.

She became aware of a presence. Her eyes darted around trying to track the movement in the darkness. A red pin-prick of light was in her periphery.
Then, the light of a candle came into her eyeline, held by the man. She could make him out by the warm amber glow of the flickering wax staff. He was tall, handsome, and like her, naked. Her eyes tracked his toned body down towards his cock. A thick, and growing, length of beautiful, uncut man-meat. It looked even bigger as he was totally shaven around his genitals. His balls were big. Although still disturbed by the situation, she could not ignore the wanton passion growing within her; she felt her pulse and breathing quicken; her clit started to gently throb between her open legs. She looked at his cock again and knew that she would submit herself to his needs.

He stood over her, holding the candle in his hand, watching her struggle against the rope bonds keeping her to the table. He noticed that her struggles were lessening as he approached, and could see her eyes widening as he approached. Her perfect breasts rose with her breathing, her nipples alert to the situation. As he got closer, he noted the tell-tale aroma of heat from her shaven pussy. She was hot for him, he thought. He could see a glistening sheen starting to build over her exposed, plump labia.

He tipped the candle over one of her breasts, releasing a trickle of molten wax onto her exposed nipple.
She winced as the liquid immediately hardened on her sensitive nipple, leaving a shell around the nipple and rivulets of wax down her pert breasts. She did not notice that she also let out a groan of pleasure. She always appreciated her nipples being teased, bitten, pulled, roughly treated. She knew that his man knew how to please her.
Still revelling from the shock of the wax, his mouth clamped around her other breast. His tongue swirled the fleshy mound of her nipple as his teeth dug into her fleshy breast. She wanted to grab his head; to hold him on her breast; to pull on her other nipple, but she was still restricted by the ropes. Her wrists ached from straining against them, rubbing into the skin.

He leant back off her body and saw her reddened breast starting to form blood spots around his teeth marks. Looking down on his prize, he felt the his erection growing; swelling with his increased pulse.
He raised his hands and slapped her spread pussy firmly. A single teardrop trickled from the corner of her eye as the force of his slap stung her vulnerable sex.
He slapped her pussy again. This time harder. She panted with the shock of the sting. His fingers were slick with her fragrant juices. He knew she was enjoying it.
A couple more slaps to her hot button brought her to a shuddering orgasm. She lost control of her body as the orgasm welled deep in her sex and ripped through her exposed body. Her pussy squirted a brief, hot jet of juices as she bit down hard onto the gag. Her body ached with pleasure at the sensation of being so aroused, yet so helpless.

Again, he stared at her naked flesh. Her pussy was flushed with red hand-prints. She stared at him with lust as the shaking of her body subsided.
In one swift move, he invaded her welcoming hole with three of his fingers. A deep, a****l growl came from her mouth as he stretched her innocence. With a thumb pressed hard onto her clit, he started building up the thrusting of his fingers into her pussy. He felt the pressure of her body pushing back down on his digits, sucking them deeper inside her. She howled behind her gag as another squirting orgasm exploded from her naked gash.
He pulled his fingers from her; they were thick with her love juices. He sucked each finger, cleaning her sweet nectar, savouring it. He was becoming intoxicated by its taste.
Like a wolf, he dived between her opened legs and began lapping at the dripping hole eagerly. More of the sweet honey leaked from her engorged pussy. His tongue went everywhere – all over her clit; snaking up and down her pulsing labia; darting in and out of her hot sex canal. He followed the dribbling juices to her puckering asshole. He loosened the bonds keeping her to the table. His tongue traced around the tight hole before pushing her legs up more and forcing his tongue into her. He felt the contractions of the muscles in her lower body, pushed his mouth against her pussy and a finger deep into her ass. She exploded into his mouth.

He grabbed her naked body, spread her legs tighter against her ankle bonds and buried his throbbing member deep inside her. She grunted with pleasure as he filled her, the contractions of her pussy in time with the thrusting of his cock. He looked as her eyes rolled back into her head. She kept passing out with the pleasure of his abuse. Was this ****?
She didn't care; she had never felt pleasure on this magnitude before. Her body was taking as much of his cock as she could handle. She felt the slapping of his heavy balls against her. She wanted to grip his thrusting body with her legs, but was still tied. As another orgasm rocked her body, she felt a new strength growing within her. She snapped the ropes to the table and pulled him towards her.
He was taken by surprise by her strength, but could hold back no more. With his cock buried to the hilt, he unloaded jet after jet of hot, thick spunk deep inside of her. He was sure that the head of his cock was pressed against her cervix. He was unloading his sperm straight into her womb – the idea making him shoot an additional load.

Her body relaxed after the unimaginable pleasure of her experience. She could feel the mix of juices leaking from her gaping and used pussy. She was exhausted, and could barely imagine how much longer she would remain in the room, or how many more would come to use her. As her eyes finally succumbed to tiredness, she saw the red light flick off, and her