A Fantasy

*Originally written 10th May 2010*

Exhausted, I curled up naked in your arms, the duvet wrapped tightly around me. I was still spacing very slightly, but the light headedness and wobbly legs were slowly fading away. As I lay still, enjoying the sensation, I was only vaguely aware of the noises of the party finishing off around me. He gently stroked my hair as he held me, lulling me into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Out of nowhere, a sudden movement woke me up. I was in a complete daze as the hand grabbed my hair and pulled me upright. The bright lights as I opened my eyes disorientated me even further, I felt stunned and confused, not awake enough to work out what was going on. Before I could get my bearings, a black cloth hood was suddenly forced over my head. I couldn't tell you at what point my wrists had been tied behind my back, but they were uncomfortably tight and, as hard as I tried in my confused and un-coordinated state, I couldn't get them free.

I had absolutely no clue where I was or who was watching me when the cold metal chair hit the back of my knees. Before I could work out what was happening, five or six sets of strong hands were at work. Cold chains were tightening around my limbs. I couldn't fight it off, I didn't have the strength. My ankles were secured to the chair legs, my thighs were held open, my shoulders, chest and upper arms secured and my wrists tied together behind the chair back. My long hair, hanging down my back outside of the hood, was somehow secured to the floor. I could wriggle about a bit, but essentially I could do nothing about the fact that I was totally exposed.

I couldn't work out whose voice made the first demand: 'Right, where is it?' 

The question threw me totally off. What the fuck was going on here? There was only one reply to give: 'Where is what?'

Another unfamiliar voice: 'Don't fuck us around, you know exactly what we are talking about. Now where is it?'

'I really don't know what you are talking about.' Suddenly, fingers closed around my exposed throat.

'Look you little fuck, we know you have it, just tell us where it is.'

I choked the response, 'I don't know.' Suddenly, a sharp blow fell across my hooded face.

'Let's try again. Where is it?'

I was getting irritated now, this was stupid. 'I told you already, I don't know!' Another sudden SLAP. Immediately followed by another. And another. Then, as I braced for more, abrupt silence.

I hated the silence. Far more than the unanswerable questions. I knew something was going to happen, I just didn't know what. I was uncomfortable, confused and scared. After what felt like an indefinite period of time, I heard footsteps. I braced myself for the pain that I felt sure was about to come. But, instead, someone knelt gently beside me. He put his familiar hand softly onto my bare thigh, and wrapped a blanket around me. As he carefully removed the hood, he knelt in front of me, allowing me to see his face and gaze into his eyes. I was transfixed. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me into his arms; I knew that he would protect me. He came in very close – close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my face – and whispered, 'Look, they really need it, the want their stuff. If I were you, I'd give up now and hand it over. Trust me. You can tell me now and this all stops and you can go back to bed. Where is it?'

My voice was shaking. 'I'm sorry, you know I would tell you, but I really don't know what the hell you are talking about.' 

The tone of his voice suddenly changed. It was no longer gentle, but cold and heartless. He called out, 'She's not going to tell. Go ahead, do whatever you have to do.' Hearing that really stung. He had betrayed me. I had really thought that he would protect me and instead he was going to stand and watch as I was tortured. Tears began to prick my eyes. 

I was in a state of emotional shock, which only served to intensify the shock of the cold water as it suddenly hit my face. The sudden cold and my spluttering meant that I didn't notice the men untying me and roughly dragging me across the floor until it was too late to try to resist.

I was aggressively forced to my knees and held in position, my arms still tied behind my back. That oh so familiar hand, suddenly so cold and vicious, pulled off the hood, grabbed my hair and rammed my head backwards. I hated him, and I felt sick with his betrayal as he leaned into my face and demanded, 'right, lets try again. WHERE IS IT?'

'I don't know!'

Suddenly, he forced my head forwards and it hit the cold water. I was held under. I couldn't breathe. I thought I could take it, but after a few seconds my body naturally began to fight. I was panicking, I needed to breathe. But still they held on. When he finally lifted my head out I barely had time to catch my breath before I hit the water again. The panic set in again instantly. Again, I was lifted out. This time I braced myself. But, instead of another hit, he paused. 'I'll ask again. Where is it?'

'I don't...' I was halfway through the sentence when the water hit the back of my throat. This time, someone raised my feet up as well, which only increased the drowning sensation. 

'I panicked. I did NOT want to go back into that water. I spluttered out the words 'bottom drawer.'

Suddenly, it stopped. I was left alone, gasping for breath, shivering on the cold floor. I was too weak to move, but I could hear them going into my bedroom. I heard them open the drawer. I heard their disappointment as they discovered that whatever they wanted wasn't there. I was frozen to the spot as I heard them storm back in. Before I knew it, I was blindfolded and forcibly, and extremely tightly, restrained. The position was ridiculously uncomfortable, with my legs spread and my feet tied behind my head.

'Right, this isn't working. We know you have it. And we are going to find it. Where shall we start?'

His voice, cold, unforgiving, uttered a single word response, filled with a tone of disgust. 'Mouth.'

He hadn't even finished the word when I felt fingers forced roughly between my teeth, pulling my lips open and forcing my mouth uncomfortably wide. He unforgivingly probed the back of my throat and, when he found nothing, spat down my gullet. As I gagged, I felt completely dehumanised.

'One down, two to go.'

Shit. No. Having my mouth violated and invaded by strangers was bad enough, but this...

Suddenly, someone unceremoniously shoved a finger deep inside my pussy. As it moved around, I suddenly became ashamed of the intense pleasure I was getting from it. But my tormentors didn't care how I felt. Without comment, the finger was removed and replaced with something cold: steel. Then it began to stretch me open. 

'Enough yet? Can you see?'

'No, bit more.'

'Now?'

'No keep going.'

They kept stretching and stretching. If my jaw didn't ache so much I would have begged for them to stop, but I couldn't. I felt totally humiliated, very aware of the group of men staring straight inside me as I dripped wetness everywhere. 

'Its not there.' I knew what was coming next. And I knew I couldn't fight it. They pulled out the speculum as quickly as they had thrust it in. I wish I hadn't felt so unfulfilled, so damn horny, but I did.

'Good thing she is such a whore, her filthy juice will make this a bit easier,' he said as the speculum was forced into the final hole. It hurt. That excruciating stretched, burning, almost ripping feeling. The one type of pain that I just can't take. And he knows that I can't take it. Why is he doing this? Tears are streaming down my face. I feel a hand moving towards the speculum to begin stretching me further, to increase the burn. I know I can't do this, I just can't. I open my mouth, slightly ashamed that I have reached my limits and am about to safeword. 

But, before I get a chance, his voice interrupts me. 'Guys, I think I just found it.' A sadistic grin spreads across his beautiful face as he pulls the key from his pocket, where he had been keeping it all along.