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They Made Me A Bondage Slut!
(Traci Wilde)

I struggle to make sense of the world, of what was going on around me, trying to wake. My head was swimming, my body felt heavy, it crossed my mind that perhaps I had been drugged. 

My mind clears quickly when I felt the hands, grabbing my boobs ??" my bare boobs! ??" squeezing painfully. 

I tried to scream, nothing but a garbled, slurppy "aaaa" coming out.

F*&k, I'm gagged. And blindfolded.

And tied down to my bed!

I feel the breeze from the air conditioner move over my body, air caressing my bare skin. I shiver.

Oh Lord, I'm naked. Completely, totally, in the nude. 

I scream again, my saliva bubbling around the gag, running down the side of my face. I try moving, try sitting up, try rolling over, but the only thing I manage is to create a little bounce of the mattress below me. I'm absolutely naked, tied spread-eagle, my arms stretched up and painfully to the sides, wrists bound securely to the bedposts, rope biting into my wrists. My legs are stretched painfully wide, but instead of being tied to the bedposts, they are pulled up toward the ceiling, ankles bound to something hanging down, my a$$ hanging right at the edge of the bed, rope rubbing roughly against my ankles each time I try moving.

My world is dark.

I scream again, but almost no sound comes out ??" just the noise of my saliva bubbling around the gag, a whimper escaping me mouth.

The hands pinch my tits, HARD, twisting them, pulling them, stretching my boobs up, then they release, my boobs bouncing back down against my chest. Over and over he does it ??" I guess it's a he, I really don't know ??" and I cry out around the gag with each yank, with every twist, my nipples growing so intensely sore, my boobs hurting.

Then I feel a hand slap the inside of my thigh hard.

Another slap, then another, while the first pair of hands are still groping my boobs, squeezing oh-so-painfully.

Lord God Almighty, there's more than one of them.

I scream again, to no avail.

"EEE, eee, eeee" I cry, trying desperately to say "please, please, please," not even sure what word might come next. I'm scared. I feel a sense of humiliation. Of shame. I'm in pain. 

And, truth be told, my body trembles, with extreme fright, but with a curious sense of arousal.

If I could scream please, what would be the next words from my mouth? To stop? Would I Plead to be released? Or would I ask for more? Beg to be hurt, to be pounded, violated, taken?

The hand slaps against my inner thigh again, and again, and again, back and forth between the legs, the smacks ringing out louder and louder, the pain more intense as my skin grows tender. Over and over he ??" or she ??" slaps, while the other one keeps twisting and yanking on my tits. I'm crying now, sobbing, tears spilling from under the blindfold, heat radiating from my thighs, my nipples in agony. 

Then I feel hands slip under my head, unbuckling the gag. Oh, thank the gods ??" my jaws are aching the gag was so far back in my mouth, stretching my jaw muscles.

The gag is pulled from my mouth ??" I feel big globs of saliva splatting back on my face, onto my chest as it's moved away.

I'm not sure what to do now ??" should I scream, cry out, beg? 

Before I can do anything, fingers clamp my nostrils shut. 

Frantically I squirm, panicking, yanking against the ropes despite the pain, whimpering, feeling as if I might pass out at any moment. I open my mouth as I feel one of them climbing on the bed, up over me, and he rams down, hard, filling my mouth, cutting off the air, his you-know-what stabbing deep...