It takes a while for me to recollect what had happened, both to me, the rest of the soldiers, and what kind of situation I was in. I couldn't tell where I was, only that I knew I was in a small room, bland and white. I noticed that for once in days, I was not in any metal chains, however I could feel a set of leather straps on my legs and on my arms. I lay naked on a small but plush recliner chair, with a pair of insulated socks on my feet. The room was a moderate temperature, however I could see gas vents in the ceiling and a drainage system at the corner of the room. If I were to guess, either gas or a liquid could come out of the ducts and the drainage pipe in my mind could honestly do anything. Draining blood was my best guess, but I decided to not think about what they did in here, so I thought of other ideas. Definitely water, possibly— My thoughts were interrupted by the door in front of me opening, with a man around my age walking in.
"Hello Miss. I know you may have questions as to where you are, however for now I—"
He stopped talking as I noticed him finally glance downwards at my body.
"Hey..."
I quietly yelled. He still continued to look at my body, so I try and catch his attention more.
"Hey mate... my eyes are up here."
I say this in a tone to get him back on track, so he continues.
"Sorry,"
He cleared his throat, "
As I was saying for now, the only thing we can tell you is that the reason you were pulled is because the rest of those men were..."
He pauses as if to think about another way to phrase it.
"Yeah..."
He agreed with himself.
"Those men were in there because they were caught attempting to share government secrets with people of higher power."
I shuddered at the thought of having to watch the rest of those men I was with be slaughtered by another big man, when I asked out of curiosity,
"Did... they all die?"
He was turning away from me when I said this, and yet he answered with his back still facing me. After sighing to think some bit, the bitter silence was cut off by a sorrowful,
"Yes..."
Then as he left me while I broke into tears, I noticed the hesitation in his step while he exited. I was pretending to cry to see if that meant I could then leave, however even though it started as a fake, it grew into a real one as I realized the devastation from the people I had just once been with. He closed the door and stood outside the doorway, and all I could see was the back of his head. I continued to keep crying, until I began to feel light-headed and eventually fell asleep. I can't remember how much time had past while I was asleep, but because of my drowsiness, I suggested that it was early morning. A hand was on my shoulder, slowly rocking me back and forth to try and stir me from my sleep.
"Hm?"
I mumbled. I tried to open my eyes but I was blinded by the lights filling the already bright white room. I winced a little, however I eventually caught up with the light, and I saw the same man hovering above my face. He was stroking my cheek with his hand and he had his face burrowed into my neck. "H-huh?" I asked this time, clearly. The man then speaks into my neck, and the low voice vibrated off of my sensitive and delicate skin.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."
He kept on repeating it into my neck, which while certainly made me question a few things, also made me slightly aroused. My mind trekked off into where I began to daydream as this man whom I never have known continued to whimper into my ear. Every movement he made with his hands; they were trailing down my naked body and exploring every part of me. I couldn't help but have a sense of Deja vu where I did the same to the gladiator boy. As he continued to explore me, I could feel his other hand struggling to open the fly of his pants. Still strapped in, I reached down to help him. He shivered and inhaled quickly as I grabbed him. HIs cock lay warm in my hand as I could feel his other free hand reach down to un-restrain me from the chair. This is my chance. I thought to myself, he's doing this because he wants to, he never asked me... Then the more I think of trying to run off, the more I toy with the idea of actually staying. I shiver at the thought and moving back to my realization I look down and notice that now the mas was grinding his hips into my hands as I continued to stroke him.
"Mmnn."
He moaned some more, this time thrusting into my hands and cradling his head into my shoulder. HIs wet and warm breathing just over my ear sent shivers and goosebumps down my front; he begins to shake. I decide to tease him a little, considering that I am the one in charge at the moment,
"Hm?"
I erotically moan.
"You gonna cum? Hm?"
I moan at him, and inevitably he starts moaning louder, thrusting harder, and breathing faster. As I leave a tight right around his pulsing and thrusting cock, I take my other hand and tickle his frenulum with the very tops of my fingers.
"Haaa..."
He moans in a gasp.
"F-FUCK! I'm gonna fucking cum so god damn hard..."
He begins to lose his professional voice and becomes a rough and horse croak. He continues to whine, and I decide to let him have it. I squeeze my hand harder around his dick; increasing the friction, and play with his balls in my other hand. This drives him crazy; so much that he pounds into my hands, exceeding the limit and hitting my hips a few times. I feel his breath getting sharper and his thrusts becoming more irregular signaling that he was about to blow his load over my stomach. In the right time, as his mouth hovered over my chin, I crane my neck down, and kiss him. It was aggressive at first, but then he returned with a gentleness and a passionate one. He now was only speaking into my mouth as he was thrusting.
"S-shit... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna..."
He pauses while he reaches his climax.
"CUM!"
His back scrunches up and he curls up in a spasm of euphoria. Even though he barley was above to contain his body, he still proceeded on kissing me. As he slowly rode out his climax, he bit into my lip a little— like a nip of affection. I blush from the rush of sudden excitement.
"Let me do you some more..."
I whispered into his ear. He moaned back at me and slowly obliged to my command. He unstrapped my ankles and I got up to then flip him around to the chair.
"Mmm... god fucking damnit..."
In a surge of pleasure and lust I bound him to the chair with the same leather straps that secured mine recently. As I continue to work my way down him, he keeps attempting to grind and roll his hips into my face. He moaned low as I drooled over the shaft of his penis, and rolled my tongue over and around his frenulum. He shivered as I did this, attempting to grind his hips into my lips for more friction; more pleasure. I decided to continue to tease him, his cock pulsating and growing in my hands. It was a sight to see.
"Hey..."
I moaned lowly. This seemed to arouse him more, because he doesn't respond in the amount of pleasure he was in. I held myself over him, my pussy juices dripping onto the head of his erect cock. He shifted himself as I came down on him, earning a moan of approval.
"Ah..."
He inhaled,
"Fuck..."
He sighs. I moaned from the size of him, not only the length would turn me on enough— but the girth of him. His shaft was easily the size of my tiny fist, and moving was difficult. I began to move up from him, to then be thrusted back down by a pair of tied hands on my hips and his hips smashing into me. I yelped in pain and surprise. He continued to bounce me, each time the noise seeming to echo in the small little room that we were in.
"Mmmm... fuck...."
I moaned some more, and I could feel myself getting close. Every thrust seemed to reverberate through me and overstimulate me. Setting myself free from his grasp, I slam myself harder onto him. I fall forwards onto his chest while continuing to move my hips, feeling his ragged breath on my chest. I knew he was close, and I also knew that I had little to go before I would cum. His thrusts became uneven and he began to curse and mutter under his breath.
"Shit... shit shit shit!"
He inhaled as he moaned and rolled his hips. He was cumming inside me, and I was still moving.
"I'm gonna cum..."
I moaned. He began to whimper under the stress of overstimulation.
"H-hey! Get off! Ahh—"
I finally reached my climax, and with one final bounce, I came on his dick.
"Fuck!"
I rolled my hips and shuddered, looking down at the massive creampie he had given me. I lifted off of his dick, and smiled at the sight of a downpour of semen from inside me. The hot and sticky mess fell onto him, and I collapsed onto him.
"Shit..."
He muttered.
"Hey... we have to clean up fast... the boss is going to come in here any—"
As he says this, the door busts open. As he looks shockingly at the door, I lay limp on his chest.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO TO MY ITEM!?!"
Item? Was I property to this man? I opened my eyes and got up pretending to be tired.
"Hm?"
I looked at a man younger than me, but his beefy muscles made him seem older. His chest rose and fell in anger, and then he grabbed me by the shoulder and drags me out of the room.
"Hey..."
He says comfortably to me.
"What did he do to you?"
"He fucked me. But I wanted it, so I strapped him into the chair in my lustful state and ended up getting creampied again..."
He sighed, and locked the door from the outside,
"I was going to ask you something... would you be interested in getting paid for doing that?"
He signals to the door where the man lay, still strapped into the chair. I nodded.
"Whom?" He signals for me to follow, and leads me down a corridor to a cell area. Strong and prisoner looking men are bound in each cell, naked. I find one that interested me, and he opens the door. I stood naked in front of a man that was strapped in, and walked cautiously towards him. He stares into my eyes with fear— not the confidence that I saw in the eyes of the other man that fucked me. His eyes widened, and I took one step closer to then hear him croak;
"What do you want?" I took in a deep breath before lunging at him, and I could hear the deep breath that he inhaled in as I attacked him. He was scared. He thought I would hurt him. I take my approach; slower now, and aiming for his lips. They were full and plump, and a thin coat of saliva hang from them. I could hear him inhale as I approached him, and with a sense of extreme euphoria and lust I hungrily kissed his wet lips. At first, it seemed he didn't know how to react; how to respond. Then he replied back my biting, nipping, and pulling at my lips with the powerful suction of his mouth. To tease him, I decided to suck his lower lip, the force created him to attempt to pull away while I felt the beginning of a large boner on my stomach. Immediately, I unhook his arms as I get more aggressive with him. He responds with more force as he grabs my waist, pulls me in, and starts to grind on me. The hard tip of his cock repeatedly brushed past my clitoris, stimulating me. He hovers me over his dick, trying to make room for entry, and slowly pushes my hips down. I moan in the delight of pleasure and intense burning. It was only the beginning, yet I was already burning up. I seemed evident that he would start thrusting immediately, however he just lay there, moaning and grinding his hips on mine. After I lay on top of him, he breaths the hot, dense air on my neck. He moaned creating a deep vibration on my skin,
"Can I?"
His moan arouses me even more, so I croak in the evident pleasure.
"Why ask?"
I nod and he begins to plunge himself deeper inside of me, stretching me apart with his long and thick shaft. I moan as he then speeds up exponentially, becoming an uncontrollable mess of lustful moans and wet skin slapping against another. Each thrust made my hips move down in the opposite movement of his hips, making the thrusts harder and more powerful. The juices flowed out of me, and I could hear him moaning; begging for more. I slow down, trying to tease him.
"Please..."
He croaked,
"Don't stop..."
I noticed the face of his, showing need, want, and overlapped with lust. I smile at his delicate reaction. Unstrapping the leather, I tie his hands above his head in a bond that exposed his abs and chest. His large muscles and shoulders bulged in the position, and his eyes widened from the exposure.
"Ha..."
he laughed to himself,
"And I thought that this release before I was let out would be a freeing experience... you know... with no bonds. It seems I've been proven wrong..."
I continue to grind onto him, my hips moving with his. I feel him trying to thrust into me when I stop to rest for a break. I continue to move along him, the excess of fluids flowing down the sides of his ribs. After continuing to attempt to grind onto me, I give in.
"Hey, be gentle with me, okay?"
I breath hard into his ear. He nods eagerly, awaiting for me to let him slip in. As I place myself over him, I can sense his tip pulsating below my lips. It only took a second to get used to his size, however in a moment the pain went right to pleasure. Immediately I began to bounce on top of him, rather to cum for once and for all. After which he had been moaning for a while, I decided to ride him a bit more powerful. Maybe over sensitize him. I pushed him deep inside of me— his tip pushing against the opening to my uterus. He leaned his head back in desperation for movement, and I obliged. However, I decided to move in small portions rather than to just let him have it. Starting off slowly, I began to roll my hips around, which also; to my surprise, gave me more pleasure out of it. What could possibly make this feel so good? I never would have known, but I just was chained to myself. I was a slave to my body and his. The man of which I had just met, been forcibly introduced, and he was the one inside me. Every moan he released was forced out, and the ragged breathing began as he got closer to orgasm. The heat I began to feel in my inner walls felt like it was on fire, yet my euphoric lust was only just beginning. As I could feel the pulsation of his cock inside of me, ready to fire out at any moment, I too felt my wave coming. And I knew it would come strong.
"Shi--"
My juices exploded all over him, and I could feel the pressure hose inside of me go off, making my uterus swell up like a balloon. My legs were shaking, and I could see the veins in his forearms bulge out like when a bodybuilder lifts heavy weights. Our panting filled the room, and I collapsed onto his torso.
"Fuck... you felt so good..."