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Christina Carter has finally awakened, only to find that she's been hogtied by her mysterious captor.

This stunning brunette MILF, a former high-class bondage model for fetish photographers, can't move an inch. Her legs and ankles are tightly secured, with her hands tied together behind her back, in an elaborate and artistic series of interlocked knots, restricting all but even the most minimal of movements. Her wrists and ankles are connected by a short length of rope behind her back. She tries to free herself, but her bondage is so unforgiving she quickly gives up any hope of escaping under her own efforts.

She discovers, however, that her screams are muffled by the large red rubber ball tightly secured in her mouth. A darkly colored, shiny blindfold covers her beautiful brown eyes, and prevents her from seeing her surroundings or captor.

At least her her clothes were still on her. Very tight leather pants cling to every curve of her legs and waist. Her stunning figure and breasts fill out an equally form-fitting shiny blue latex tank top, cut low and showing a more than adequate amount of her magnificent cleavage. This fetishwear is complimented by a pair of black high heel pumps. She had dressed up this way because she was attending a fetish ball the night before. She vaguely recalls being grabbed from behind by two unknown assailants, being chloroformed, and then passing out and coming to her senses, here.

She has also had something inside her pussy. A very large, long and thick, very stimulating rubber dildo, was shoved in there, and tightly sealed in place by her own tight leather pants. She feels a strange sensation. Not only is this fake cock larger and thicker than any she'd taken before, but it's unusually stimulating, like it's got some bumps and other structures on it.

The dildo was a particularly nasty one, because it was one that was pulsating at just the right frequency, in a way that was impossible to ignore or adjust to, and there was no way for her to prevent it from taking full effect on her, unless it was removed. Her clitoris was also stimulated by a very strong, soft but firm set of protrusions from that dildo.

In a short time, she couldn't help but begin to get stimulated, and she realized in shock what was happening, and started moaning louder. "Mmmm! Mm-mm! MMmmmpphhh! Mmmmppphhh!!!!" Christina groaned through her gag, trying to not be turned on.

"Oh, I see that you are finally waking up. And I think that you're beginning to feel what I've done to you, too," said the unknown voice again. The voice was speaking into a microphone, and then digitally altering their voice to make themselves sound deeper and harsher, to conceal their identity. She could not make out where the voice was coming from, if it was a man or a woman, or who it was.

She still struggled against her tight bondage. Whoever this was, he or she had expertly and tightly tied her, leaving virtually no wiggle room. She also realized that her nipples were hardening, and pressing out from the latex, very visibly to whoever was in the room.

"You have already experienced the first phase of your predicament. You're feeling a very strong, insatiable sexual arousal, an effect of a unique chemical which you breathed in when my masked henchmen nabbed you. The dildo that's now in your pussy is carefully designed, by me personally, to work with the drug's effects. Its precise stimulation, coupled with the drug, will, without a single doubt, give you a number of intense, multiple orgasms."

"I guarantee that you will have never had ones like these before. These will be the most intense sexual releases of your life, and they will make any you've had in the past pale in comparison."

"After you've had your first series of mind-blowing orgasms, we will go into the second phase. The drug's chemical properties are such that after your first release, it will magnify and build up in intensity over time. But, your ability to be sexually stimulated will also grow weaker and weaker, and your ability to have another orgasm will also become increasingly inhibited, while your insatiable lust continues to rise. So, in short, you will have a progressively increasing need to have sex and get off, and it will eventually get so strong that nothing can happen without you thinking about when you'll be able to experience your next series of orgasms. However, as this is occurring, your ability to actually get off will become almost impossible."

Christina tried desperately to figure a way out of the situation. She realized her pussy was now soaking wet and dripping juices down her legs, but she could only wiggle and struggle vainly, and moan in her gag, completely unable to get loose or prevent what was being done to her. The gag was also fitted very tightly and carefully into her mouth, such that she had absolutely no way of working it out.

As a former bondage model and fetish ball attendee, Christina was no stranger to fetters. She was well accustomed to being tied up tightly for prolonged periods of time, often in uncomfortable positions, and sometimes for a paying audience. It came with the territory in her line of work.

But she had never in her wildest imagination, expected to be bound like this for real by a twisted, perverted, demented psycho. The man, or perhaps woman, clearly knew what they were doing with this type of situation. Her bondage was carefully and expertly applied. There were so many knots, ropes, and interconnected loops that even Houdini or a world class escape artist, given hours of time, could not have freed themselves, and she had no way to move her body.

The only thing she could do to the outside world was to moan. She continued trying to shout out, although this was obviously of no use either, the gag in her mouth making that an impossibility.

"This was no ordinary kidnapping. I am no ordinary criminal. What I want, Christina, is to teach you and others like you a lesson. You and your associates have all behaved like depraved and disgraceful sluts, in this growing subculture of debauchery and deviant perversion. Your behavior is well chronicled for the world to see, and in fact you and your peers even encourage this perverted and twisted behavior among your legions of fans, followers, and people in bondage fetish communities that idolize and look up to you like a goddess." The unknown person's voice was a mixture of disgust and condescension.

"You're all pathetic, sorry excuses for human beings, who don't deserve to have even the most minimal amount of freedom or control over your bodies, your lives, or your futures. And that is why I'm doing this. Because I'm the only person left on earth with any moral courage to finally put an end to the endless depravity and filth you and your sick friends and followers represent."

Christina moaned through her gag and struggled more, hearing this, although the effects of the chemicals in her system were starting to really take effect. Her hips and thighs had begun to undulate and sway back and forth, with her nipples painfully hard and her clitoris extremely aroused and erect. As the voice said these things to her, she also had the increasingly strong urge to start saying whatever it would take to make him or her let her go. But the more intense the stimulation got, the weaker her resistance and mental defenses got.

Even though Christina was still horrified by the fact she had been kidnapped by this crazy psycho, the stimulation, and her own natural urges were now too overwhelming to bear.

"Enjoy your stay here, slut! But be prepared to get taught a lesson you'll never, ever forget in your life!" The voice then faded away, and it was just Christina, her wet pussy, and the dildo, all to themselves. Christina's thoughts quickly drifted to the multiple orgasms she had been promised, as she was so hot and bothered, wet, and horny at this point that she couldn't wait for the fake cock to finally trigger a much-needed orgasm. The heat and arousal radiating through her body at this point made all other considerations, including her present predicament, secondary and less important to her. All she wanted, was to climax.

As she writhed and squirmed on the floor, her hips, thighs, and breasts rocked back and forth. They swayed with her rhythmic motions, like a belly dancer's erotic gyrations. Her feet and toes clenched in and out as the stimulation worked its way around her pelvis, vagina and clitoris.

Even in her completely helpless and dire predicament, Christina now became completely lost in the mental images of sex and hot sweaty passion that dominated her thoughts. The stimulation of her pussy was too much to bear, as it now came to the boiling point, and Christina began to climax...