She opened an eye, but her whole world was still one of darkness. She felt something
around her face, like a mask. It made her grow cold with fear as she began to regain
consciousness. Ronnie tried to move but couldn’t. 

She felt the rope wrapped round and round her body, securing her tightly to a narrow
couch. Her wrists were tied securely together and then pulled behind her head where they
were secured to the back of the couch. 

Ronnie became aware she was totally naked. Her legs were drawn under the couch and were
tied tightly together at her ankles, the couch forcing her legs apart. For a brief moment
she was terrified at the realisation her sex was open and fully exposed. She made to
scream but the ball-gag in her mouth made any sound virtually impossible.

Then she became aware of something else. Her vagina was filled with something hard. It
felt like a big cock was just sitting there inside her, filling her up. Ronnie gained
consciousness quite rapidly and as she did so, the sound of soft humming suddenly made its
entry into her world. As it did so, the dildo in her vulva began to stroke her
rhythmically. The dildo was attached to a device that was mounted on the end of the couch,
a device that thrust the dildo about four inches into and out of her vulva at the rate of
about two strokes a second.

The dildo was large in width, just over an inch and a half, and it was stretching
Ronnie’s sex with each thrust, bringing to her senses a strange mixture of pain and
arousal. 

Then, as her consciousness was restored, the dildo took over her body and she began to
almost silently moan her way to an orgasm. She knew it was only the start of what she had
been promised – and she was not looking forward to what else was in store for her. She
could cope with the dildo for now, but knew that it would soon be painful as it continued
its relentless fucking action inside her vulva. Her sex was becoming more sensitive and
more tender with each stroke and, even as her second orgasm built to its inevitable
climax, Ronnie began to feel the pain that this huge device was causing her.

As the third orgasm mixed with the pain of the intrusive instrument, Ronnie remembered
why she was here and knew she had no choice. She would just have to put up with whatever
was going to be demanded of her.

***

The letter sat on the dining room table, and under it was the envelope it had been posted
in. Posted, not hand delivered. Posted. The letter had been addressed to Craig Carter and,
as was usual, he had got to the post that morning while his wife, Ronnie, was still
getting dressed upstairs.

Normally the radio would be on in the kitchen as Craig prepared their breakfast, but the
kettle had long since boiled and switched itself off and, having opened the post, Craig
had sat waiting.

“Breakfast ready, darling?” The female voice called downstairs. Silence, not the usual
reply. Then came the footsteps as Ronnie descended the staircase. 

“What’s up?” She asked, poking her head round the dining room door and noticing the table
was bare.

“This is,” Craig glowered at her as he held the single sheet of paper up for her.

Ronnie took the sheet and looked at it, turning pale as she did so.

“Shit!” She said. “What bastard would send something like this?”

“The bastard you’ve been fucking, perhaps?” Craig spat the words out.

“But I haven’t been, there’s only you,” Ronnie protested.

“Really.” Craig took the letter and read it out loud. “Dear Craig, I thought you’d like
to know that your wife is really good in bed. She really is one of the best oral givers I
know and I love the tattoo on the inside of her left leg – how amusing to have a four leaf
clover just below her shaven sex. I am really jealous that you have at your disposal one
of the most prominent clitorises I have ever had the pleasure of stroking. Also, I think
your wife is a really good fuck. I don’t want anything other than for you to know how much
I enjoyed our times together over the past six weeks.” The letter was unsigned. Ronnie had
gone pale. “So,” Craig spat at her, “tell me nothing is going on.”