Excerpt from: HIS REVENGE: MELISSA'S CORRECTION

 

Melissa struggled back to consciousness. Her head felt sick and muzzy and there was a terrible taste in her mouth. She tried to lick her dry lips but found there was something in the way that prevented this action. What was going on? She made her gummy eyes open, and her surroundings swum into focus.

She was in a dark windowless room with isolated items, including herself, picked out by spotlights, leaving the rest in deep shadow. In front of her was a raised platform with a large desk and a high-backed chair set on it. Below it were two smaller desks with chairs, while next to them was a large flat screen television, currently dark.

Where was this place, she wondered confusedly? She tried to move but she could not do so for some reason. Something was very wrong, but she could not clear her thoughts enough to work out what it was...

Then the big screen came to life, showing an image that struck her still woozy brain as both disturbing and perversely fascinating.

It showed a naked woman bound upright to a set of sturdy grocery wheels of the kind normally used to carry sacks and cartons about in shops, but which had been modified with the addition of straps and chains to support and restrain a person. The woman had long lustrous black hair with a straight fringe, dark sardonic eyebrows, bright blue eyes, and a firm nose. Her mouth was covered by the broad strap of a gag. Her breasts were high and proud and tipped with perky brown nipples, and her waist was tight. Her pubic hair had been carefully cropped and trimmed down to a narrow slot, exposing her tight pink pubic cleft.

Her pussy mouth was so starkly displayed because her knees had been raised and legs bent and spread outwards, held in place by straps about her thighs which were hung from chains that fastened to the frame above her shoulders. Her feet had then been twisted and pulled up and inwards and her ankles had been cuffed to the frame below her taut buttocks. Her arms were drawn down along the frame sides and secured by straps and cuffs about her elbows and wrists. Three larger broad straps went across her neck, her chest just underneath her bare breasts, and waist, holding her torso pressed firmly back between the wheel frame uprights.

In front of her was an adjustable stand with a screw clamp on its end which held the base of a large electric vibrator. The bulbous tip of the vibrator was pressed into her gaping sex slot so that was half sunk into her vaginal passage, making her wet pink lips gape, while its power cable snaked away across the floor into the darkness.

For a moment Melissa didn't recognise the woman, shocked by her shameful exposure and the fear and confusion on her face. And then awareness dawned on her as though she had been doused by a bucket of ice water, flushing the fuzz from her mind as she realized the woman was herself, seen through a CCTV camera mounted on the big desk in front of her!

She was gagged and strapped and helpless with a vibrator stuck halfway up her vagina. Sickening panic seized Melissa and she chewed on the plug of her gag that filled her mouth and struggled and strained against her bonds, seeing herself on the screen doing the same. She squeezed, trying to push the vibrator out of her, but the heavy stand held it firmly in place. Blushing in fear and shame she tried to close her legs, but it was no use. She was completely immobilised and helplessly exposed. She struggled to suppress her fear. Where was this place? How had she got here? What was the last thing she remembered...?