Chapter 5: Stimulation

Chapter 5: Stimulation

Meanwhile, her captor was preparing for the next stage of this little drama. A small but sharp looking knife approached the scant clothing on the woman. She whined at the sight of that and puller harder against the ropes as the knife came near her panties. With a single swift cut, the left side of the waistband was severed. A moment later, the right joined it, and the panties were easily pulled off. The special slit revealed was, surprisingly, shaved bald. Apparently this woman either hated her furry patch or did it for the benefit of her husband, since some men much prefer a naked pussy to a hairy one.

The knife made short work of the tee shirt, the last remnant of her modesty. The figure revealed in its totality was nice, perhaps not centerfold quality but certainly attractive in a pronounced sexual manner. Her nipples were rigid, not from sexual arousal, but fear.

Twisting and tugging at the ropes, the target had lost her voice. Perhaps fear had stolen it, for only her eyes pleaded now. Or perhaps she was bracing herself for an unwanted sexual assault she was certain would now come.

It did not. Instead, the intruder went again to the satchel and took out an additional piece of rope, followed by a large, plug-in vibrator. The helpless woman knew of such things, but, having a rather active and satisfying sex life with her husband, had never resorted to the use of one. It did, however, puzzle her. Did this person plan to use it to excite her before performing the sex act on her tied down body? That seemed the only possibility.

The electromechanical device was plugged in to an outlet beside the bed but not yet turned on. The business end of it was, however, placed precisely leaning against her crotch where it would provide the maximum stimulation and then tied there with rope around the girl’s waist and hips. By the time the final knots were tied, it was apparent that no amount of struggling would dislodge the beast from its position.

The next action on the part of the intruder bothered the woman so much that her voice returned in a rush. “Please! No!”

Her reaction was to the sight of a hypodermic needle. Ignoring her anxious pleas, the needle was inserted into the girl’s thigh and its contents injected into her body. “What is that?” she asked nervously, but was not answered. Her breathing was almost panting now, driven by fear.

The black bag was closed and placed by the door. The figure stood by the bed, looking down at the naked and bound woman, but said nothing, nor did it make any move to display its intent. Finally, after almost a minute of silent observation of the very nervous woman, the intruder removed an index card from a pocket. It was held up to the girl’s face so she could read the words printed on it.

Your husband will return tomorrow night. Until then you will remain tied down so you can enjoy the “good vibrations.” Scream if you wish, but, as you know, there are no houses near enough to hear you. Have fun!

The woman frowned after reading this. “You’re going to leave me tied like this for a whole day?” she asked, a healthy trace of anger showing again. “You can’t do that.”

The figure in black calmly reached down and switched on the vibrator. A gentle hum was followed by a whine as the target jerked. It was a powerful vibrator, designed to provide overwhelming stimulation to any woman using it.

Without having spoken a single word during the whole procedure, the intruder turned and left. For a long time the naked woman struggle against the ropes and handcuffs, not wanting to stay so restrained for the better part of a whole day until her husband returned from his business trip. Finally, she ceased her efforts, partly from exhaustion but also because a fire had been ignited between her legs and was demanding all of her attention. She didn’t want it, but her body was responding to the vibrations with a rapidity and strength that surprised her. Her tormentor was driving away when she gasped and went rigid with an intense orgasm. The first of many.