EXTRACT FOR
Helpless
(Traci Wilde)

I'm going to die.



The thought flashed through Angela's mind. No panic. No fear. No emotion. Just a simple, resigned understanding.



I'm going to die.



Not that she could do much, with the man's face buried between her legs, biting, tongue slipping inside her, probing, sending waves of arousal through her body. 



Angela's legs were bound in what is known as a frog-tie ??" each leg folded at the knee, right ankle tied to her right thigh, left ankle bound to her left thigh ??" her arms tied behind her. She was on her back, legs in the air, while he assaulted her.



A rope looped her neck, slip-knotted so that as tension increased the rope tightened, similar to a noose. The other end of the rope was fastened to the headboard. He had protested, said the neck bondage was too dangerous, but she had made her position plain ??" tying the neck was part of the deal, or there was no deal and he could walk right out without so much as a taste.



So he acquiesced, and once she was bound, helpless, there had been no foreplay. He slapped the exposed inside of her thighs, first one and then the other, over and over until the skin glowed red. With each blow Angela gasped, felt her face and body flush.



"You like that?" he whispered, and without waiting for an answer he pulled his belt from this pants. Using it as a whip, he struck her across her cunt, hard. The sting of leather sent a shock rolling through her body, and when Angela moaned he struck a second and third time, then he plunged in, kissing, licking, forcing her legs wider. Hands cupping her ass, he pulled her toward him, and unknowingly moved her down the bed, stretching the neck rope taut.



Angela couldn't breathe. The desperate, involuntary struggle for air, while his tongue lapped inside her, hands squeezing her ass, brought shudders through Angela's body and tears to her eyes. She tried calling out, a raspy scream escaping her mouth as the pleasure and agony blended into a sensation that rumbled through her body like a summer storm.



Her vision grayed, and that's when the one, final thought crystallized in her mind.



I'm going to die.



The idea of trying to cry out, of somehow signaling him, briefly crossed her mind, but she didn't bother. 



I'm going to die, because I deserve to.



Then her world went black...