Elinor was wading through ankle-deep water in the shallows of a lake. She was nude. Her buttocks were very sore, although she could not think how she might have injured them. As she walked, it became deeper, until the water reached her waist. Its coolness soothed her burning flesh, and the longer her lower body remained submerged, the better her bottom felt. She came to a patch of underwater plants, reeds of some kind. The plants stroked her legs, gently and tentatively at first, a pleasant sensation. Then they became bolder, slipping up inside her thighs and sending tendrils to explore the lips of her sex and even to tickle her bottom hole. She squealed and try to run, but found she was stuck, held in place by plants wrapped around her legs in a slimy embrace. When she reached down to rip the weeds from her body, she discovered that her arms were bound as well, and she could not move them any more than she could move her legs. In fact, she could hardly move any part of her body at all.

The unseen things toying with her private parts now became more aggressive, spreading open her labia and inserting shoots into her sex. Elinor screamed for help, or rather, tried to. Somehow without her noticing it, her mouth had been filled with a soft, spongy substance which stifled her so completely she could not make a sound. The lake was suddenly deeper than before, and her feet no longer could feel the bottom. She felt herself being drawn under, below the surface of the water, and she was helpless to save herself. She panicked as the certainty of drowning increased. She was going to die. She held her breath until she was about to burst, then, with her heart hammering in her chest, she had to inhale and...

She awoke, covered in cold sweat, to find herself lying bound and naked on a hard stone floor. She was disoriented for a few seconds, as the last wisps of the dream clung to her brain like a morning mist over a field. Then she remembered where she was, and almost wished she was back in the nightmare.

Not much had changed. She was as uncomfortably restrained as before, with the steel spreader bar between her ankles and bungee cords around her wrists, still rendered mute by the oversized rubber ball he had stuffed into her mouth which forced her aching jaws unnaturally far apart. She could feel Stern's fingers at work inside her pussy. He had apparently been arousing her for some time, and this no doubt was the source of the sexually aggressive weeds in her dream.

A weary Elinor realized he was not finished with her yet, and she could look forward to finding out if Stern's flesh organ measured up to the rubber one. She also was highly aware of the fact that he had succeeded in arousing her again. By way his fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy, she knew she was wet again, and the electric thrill that shot through her body when his fingernail flicked her clitoris left no room for doubt about how excited she was. A soft moan escaped from her throat and her pelvis moved suggestively, in spite of all she could do to keep Stern from learning how readily she was responding to his touch.

"Ah good, you're awake," he said. "I was considering starting without you, but I didn't want you to miss anything." He twirled her engorged sex button in his fingers, and watched as her delicious posterior wiggle back and forth beneath him.

"Did you get this excited when your boyfriends tied you up?" he asked.

"Nnn! Nrrrr!" Elinor answered, indignantly, twisting around to look at him.

"Never?" Stern asked, raising his eyebrow skeptically. "Well, you certainly missed a bet, because if you were any hotter, you'd melt right through the floor.

Elinor shook her head, and again squeaked "Nnnn!" She was not sexually submissive. She was in charge during sex, not the man, and she determined who did what to who. The idea of being tied up and controlled by somebody else didn't arouse her in the least. In fact, it was revolting, disgusting...

"Errrr!" She moaned when a hot wave of pleasure broke into her thoughts, as her labia spread wide to admit the spongy mushroom of Stern's cock. She twisted, trying to drive her hips down to cram more of his shaft into her pussy, and groaned in frustration when he would only allow an inch or two inside.

"Hrrr ehhh hhhh!" she said, meaning, "Put it in, just go ahead!" as she instantly forgot all about her pride, her disdain for submissive females, her fierce belief in the equality of women, forgot about everything in fact, but her need to have her pussy stuffed full with cock.

Perversely enough, the more willing she became to submit, the less inclined he seemed to be to take her. "There's no reason to rush through this thing," Stern said, as he held her by her hips, making tiny half-inch deep strokes, in and out, in and out, until the tormented Elinor thought the top of her head would fly off.

"I can't be sure," Stern said, his hips moving in little circles, "but it seems to me that there's something about this set-up you find exciting. Do you think it's being tied up, or is it the paddling that's doing it for you?"

"Eeeee! Eeeee!" Elinor whined. Even had she not been so efficiently gagged, she had gone beyond the point where she could engage in even the simplest conversation. Her rational mind was, for all practical purposes, on a break, while the most primitive part of her screamed to be satisfied.

"Oh, all right," Stern said with poorly disguised bad grace. "All you can think about is sex, sex, sex, and I can't have a decent conversation with you until you're satisfied." Digging his fingers into her flesh, he drove forward, slamming his rigid cock into her pussy.

Elinor shrieked. She had never felt anything even remotely as good. The eruption of pleasure was so titanic that it was almost painful. It seemed too big to contain in her small body, too powerful for her heart to handle. The world vanished, or rather, she vanished from it. Her body and mind no longer existed except as a receptacles for wave after wave of sensation, and it seemed to go on forever.

In the mundane universe, her orgasm lasted for perhaps two minutes. Impressed, Stern continued to fuck her while she writhed through what looked almost like a vision. When her movements and breathing became more normal, he stopped and said, "I trust you didn't fuck Sidney this way."

She turned her head to look at him.

"If you had, you wouldn't have needed your plot to kill him," Stern explained. "There's no chance he would have survived a fuck like this." He resumed with long, slow deep strokes. "Now show me how many more times you can come, slut."