Distractions
Picture and story by April Winters -- http:deviantart.com/aprilwinters
She blinked. The world was all fuzzy as she tried to pick her throbbing head up off the cushioned leather sofa. It was heavier than usual...and it felt like something was squeezing her face, compounding upon the headache she had. As the world finally became clearer, the girl spotted herself in the living room mirror. The sight startled her at first, not sure whether to trust her weary eyes or not. Straps ran up, down and across her face, holding a large ball inside her gaping mouth. Rubber from the taste of it.
"Finally awake I see."
The voice caught the gagged captive by surprise as she yanked her head around to see a mysterious shadow sitting in a chair across the room.
"I hope you don't mind that I left myself in. And you were sleeping so soundly, I hated disturbing you. So I gave you a dose of chloroform to help you relax while I prepared your new...outfit."
The verbal queue directed April to look down and she immediately noticed she was not in her warm pajamas anymore. She was naked, but not entirely. Numerous leather straps had been wound tightly around her curvy figure, up and down her body from just above her breasts all the way to her ankles. The only thing she could wiggle were her toes as the girl's hands had been balled into fists and cocooned inside thick wrappings of black tape. The hostage wiggled the mittens in front of her as the straps kept her arms pinned snugly to her torso.
"I hope you're not too uncomfortable. I know it's probably a bit overkill, but as often as I see you tied up in your photos I figured you had at least some minimal escape-artist skills. And I couldn't risk you freeing yourself too quickly."
"Hoompff ermff ooufff?" April cringed as she tried speaking around the rubbery obstruction in her mouth, biting down on the squishy, yet rigid, gag.
"That doesn't really matter now. All that matters is I've noticed you've been working yourself to the bone lately with those precious photos of yours. I thought you could do with a nice distraction to help you relax."
At that instant a sharp squeak escaped April's gag as she felt something activate between her legs. Peering downwards, she spotted the distraction her captor had obviously been referring to as the sex toy hummed against her naked crotch. The girl wiggled violently, the straps squeezing her thighs tightly together and holding the magic wand firmly in place against her. A pleasurable moan squeaked past the rubber ball as the shadowy figure stood up from the chair.
"That should keep you entertained. How frustrating it must be. The switch on that toy is right there in front of you and all you can do is stare at it with those mittens wrapped nice and tight right in front of you."
The captive groaned as she flexed her tightly bound fists inside the tape, whining as she tried rubbing at the toys switch. She only succeeded at pushing the buzzing head harder against her dampening flower. "Mmmmmppffff!"
"I wonder...are you trying to turn it off...or turn the speed up?" The stranger paced around the living room, still not showing him or herself as they used some type of voice scrambler to conceal their identity. "Knowing you like I do...I'd have to assume the latter."
April fidgeted as the words added to the teasing of her body, moaning as the massaging head remained at just the right speed to keep her on edge but not enough to give her the relief she was desperately seeking. Her body shivered as a stream of drool escaped her lower lip and landed on her bare chest.
"I'm gonna leave you at it for a bit. Enjoy yourself Miss Winters."
With that, the captor vanished into the shadows of the house, leaving the captive a whimpering hot mess in her favorite chair. A million thoughts ran through her head, but each one came and went as the humming distraction demanded all of her attention. Rubbing her cocooned hands against the switch once more, April whined as the massaging head dug deeper into her soaking mound. Her entire body was wet now, either with perspiration, drool from her gag or the sweet nectar flowing between her legs.
Looking over at the clock on the wall, the helpless prisoner watched as the second hand crept along at an agonizingly slow pace. This was shaping up to be one long, distracting night.
Picture and story by April Winters -- http:deviantart.com/aprilwinters
She blinked. The world was all fuzzy as she tried to pick her throbbing head up off the cushioned leather sofa. It was heavier than usual...and it felt like something was squeezing her face, compounding upon the headache she had. As the world finally became clearer, the girl spotted herself in the living room mirror. The sight startled her at first, not sure whether to trust her weary eyes or not. Straps ran up, down and across her face, holding a large ball inside her gaping mouth. Rubber from the taste of it.
"Finally awake I see."
The voice caught the gagged captive by surprise as she yanked her head around to see a mysterious shadow sitting in a chair across the room.
"I hope you don't mind that I left myself in. And you were sleeping so soundly, I hated disturbing you. So I gave you a dose of chloroform to help you relax while I prepared your new...outfit."
The verbal queue directed April to look down and she immediately noticed she was not in her warm pajamas anymore. She was naked, but not entirely. Numerous leather straps had been wound tightly around her curvy figure, up and down her body from just above her breasts all the way to her ankles. The only thing she could wiggle were her toes as the girl's hands had been balled into fists and cocooned inside thick wrappings of black tape. The hostage wiggled the mittens in front of her as the straps kept her arms pinned snugly to her torso.
"I hope you're not too uncomfortable. I know it's probably a bit overkill, but as often as I see you tied up in your photos I figured you had at least some minimal escape-artist skills. And I couldn't risk you freeing yourself too quickly."
"Hoompff ermff ooufff?" April cringed as she tried speaking around the rubbery obstruction in her mouth, biting down on the squishy, yet rigid, gag.
"That doesn't really matter now. All that matters is I've noticed you've been working yourself to the bone lately with those precious photos of yours. I thought you could do with a nice distraction to help you relax."
At that instant a sharp squeak escaped April's gag as she felt something activate between her legs. Peering downwards, she spotted the distraction her captor had obviously been referring to as the sex toy hummed against her naked crotch. The girl wiggled violently, the straps squeezing her thighs tightly together and holding the magic wand firmly in place against her. A pleasurable moan squeaked past the rubber ball as the shadowy figure stood up from the chair.
"That should keep you entertained. How frustrating it must be. The switch on that toy is right there in front of you and all you can do is stare at it with those mittens wrapped nice and tight right in front of you."
The captive groaned as she flexed her tightly bound fists inside the tape, whining as she tried rubbing at the toys switch. She only succeeded at pushing the buzzing head harder against her dampening flower. "Mmmmmppffff!"
"I wonder...are you trying to turn it off...or turn the speed up?" The stranger paced around the living room, still not showing him or herself as they used some type of voice scrambler to conceal their identity. "Knowing you like I do...I'd have to assume the latter."
April fidgeted as the words added to the teasing of her body, moaning as the massaging head remained at just the right speed to keep her on edge but not enough to give her the relief she was desperately seeking. Her body shivered as a stream of drool escaped her lower lip and landed on her bare chest.
"I'm gonna leave you at it for a bit. Enjoy yourself Miss Winters."
With that, the captor vanished into the shadows of the house, leaving the captive a whimpering hot mess in her favorite chair. A million thoughts ran through her head, but each one came and went as the humming distraction demanded all of her attention. Rubbing her cocooned hands against the switch once more, April whined as the massaging head dug deeper into her soaking mound. Her entire body was wet now, either with perspiration, drool from her gag or the sweet nectar flowing between her legs.
Looking over at the clock on the wall, the helpless prisoner watched as the second hand crept along at an agonizingly slow pace. This was shaping up to be one long, distracting night.
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