Another round for Bitch - Sex Stories

Another round for Bitch

... she came on her fingers with abandon. When she finished, she dried off and went to the kitchen, still naked. She took a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and opened it. As she swallowed the third mouthful, she registered the odd taste to the water, and realized she hadn’t heard the seal break on the lid. She turned to the sink. The room began to spin too quickly. Barker was barking from the bathroom. The water bottle hit the floor and started pouring out. She remembered thinking that she was going to have to buy a mop. Someone else was there, standing over her, lifting her. She had been so tired. She had closed her eyes. “Okay,” she said out loud, her voice echoing in the empty locker room. “I was drugged and brought here. First thing would be to try and get loose, then to figure out where ‘here’ is.” She pulled on the cuffs holding her wrists, tried shifting to reach whatever the other end was attached to. The chains were too long and she did not have enough slack. When she rattled the chains, she could here metal on metal, like the cuffs were latched around pipe. She tried whipping the chain up to see if it would unhook, but she could hear it hit something at the top of the pipe before dropping back down. Since she seemed to be in the middle of the aisle, she figured she was chained to whatever benches were there. She tried cupping her hands and pulling them through the cuff, but they were latched too tightly. Settled that she was not getting free any time soon, she ...

... turned her attention to the hood. She tried using her shoulder to find whatever fastenings there were. She could feel her collar spinning around her neck, but could not get past it to get any feel on her hood. Trapped and blind. Great. She started calling out for help, listening to her voice echo in the empty space. She could hear some car traffic at first, but that too quieted down. She started to get cold as the air and juices coating her cooled down. She lay there shivering for some time before dozing off. She woke hearing a door slam shut. She sat up quickly, listening. She sat there for almost a minute before realizing what she was doing, and what it meant. She felt her wrists and ankles, making sure they were free. Her fingers went to her neck, looking for a way to remove the hood. Soon the leather mask was off and she looked around for the first time. A locker room. But she knew that. The mascot on the wall was for the college two towns over from where she lived. Well, at least she had an idea of where she was now. The chains that had restrained her were gone, and she lay naked in the dried puddle of spunk, sweat, and such. She got up and went to the showers, reveling in the warm water as she washed away the residue of her previous abuse. Standing there naked in the dark, abandoned lock room, she felt the excitement building again. She remembered the young men taking their pleasure, with her helpless to do anything but accept it. Her fingers slid down between her legs, ...