Author: SerenaJ
Title: Cassiopia
Summary: Inspired by the Greek Myth and Voicestotemptus
Keywords: F, Fsolo, bond, rel


Cassiopia



Cassi woke, stiff and tried to move only to find herself bound,
blindfolded. It took a few minutes to position herself.

In a chair. Legs to legs, arms to arms.

"Well at least I'm not upside down." She thought mournfully.

She was nude, she noticed, and a cool breeze blew across her
body. It made her nipples harden and her pussy clinch even as it
fanned her anxiety. Who put her here? What were they going to do?

She listened but couldn't hear anything. Not even a vent for the
breeze. So, indoors then, she reasoned, and no window nearby.

Who did this?

She could feel her heart racing suddenly. She pulled against the
bonds; they didn't budge. "Hello?" she ventured softly. "Hello?"
She knew no-one was out there but she thought she'd try.

She waited, listening and breathing heavily. Nothing happened.

Stay calm, she told herself. Stay calm. Whom ever it is, what
they want is panic. They want me to be scared. But right now,
there's nothing to be scared of. It just an empty room. Stay
calm. Stay calm.

It didn't work but repeating the words to herself kept her from
dwelling on other ideas - like what they plan to do to her
eventually - whoever 'they' turned out to be.

She woke suddenly - suddenly aware that she had drifted to sleep,
suddenly aware of the scarf tied over her mouth. Muffling even
the loudest of attempts to make noise. She couldn't open her
lips.

She panicked and struggled against the bonds until she sat there
breathing heavily and crying in frustration.

Then, something whispered in her ear. A voice. Soft. Give, it
said, Give. There was no warmth with it, no feeling of a body
beside it. Just the vague presence of a voice saying 'Give'.
Which only served to panic her more.

Something soft touched her calf. Her knee. Her thigh. She tried
to kick but her legs remained securely tied to the chair. It
wasn't a hand; that much she could tell. The touch was too light.
But it didn't feel like an object either. It was pressure and the
absence of the breeze the still cooled the rest of her skin.

Give, the voice said again. The touch moved up her thigh and she
trembled. Rape. Whom ever this was wanted to rape her. She tried
to move again but still she was securely tied.

Maybe it won't be so bad her told herself. Pretend it's a
fantasy. But she couldn't stop shaking or crying. She was tied
and gagged and blindfolded. She was going to be one of those
bodies you see in the news - found in some forgotten place with
parts missing and evidence of sexual crimes.

Give. The voice kept saying. Give. But she couldn't; give what?
Give how? Then again, maybe this was better. This way she didn't
know when the final moment would come.

The touch moved up. Her stomach. Her breast. Her shoulder. It had
no warmth of it's own. A trick? A ghost? Aliens? Cassi found
herself praying that they would do it quickly and painlessly. Of
course, why do all this if it was going to be painless?

It touched her cheek. Give. The voice said. There was a scent,
familiar but elusive. Maybe that will help me later, Cassi
thought, If I survive this. Maybe, if I can figure that much out,
it will help. She sniffed as the touch moved to her other cheek
and moved down her body in the slow methodical way it had moved
up.

It was earthy, animal. Not good but not really bad either. She
sniffed again. A drug. Something to intoxicate her. A little
sweet, maybe a little sweaty? She breathed it deeply and finally
identified it.

Sex. The smell of some one nearby having sex. And yet, she
couldn't hear a thing. But once she identified it, she felt her
body begin to betray her and respond to the smell. Rape isn't
about pleasure, she reminder herself. Then she thought, maybe I
can steal that much away. Maybe if I enjoy it, I'll cheat them
and they won't get whatever sick fun they want out of this. At
least if I'm going to die, I'll do it on my terms. She tried the
bonds again. She was still secure.

The touch moved away and the voice as well but the smell
remained. It became stronger. It seemed to her that they must be
pumping it in from somewhere because to be that strong, she'd
have to be in the middle of an orgy.

She couldn't stop her mind from wandering.

She liked sex. She liked the activities that created the scents
around her. She tried not to let her daughter or her husband
catch her many lovers. But she had no intention of stopping her
affairs. Her husband was too distant, too cold and she was too
young, too beautiful to not take part in something that made her
feel so good. And made her such a good living. Interior design
was what she claimed her occupation was and she did have one or
two clients who paid solely for her artistic eye.

But most were men who - in the guise of needing design services -
used her body in ways their wives wouldn't let them.

Maybe it's one of them, she thought. Someone jealous. Or
psychotic. Or her husband finally discovered her real source of
funds and wants revenge. Stop teasing, she tried to scream. Kill
me or fuck me or whatever, just do it!

She woke again. The voice was back. Give. The smell of sex was
even stronger. The touch was on her thigh, on both of them as if
something wanted to kept them open despite them being tied in
place. She tried to close her legs and could feel them strain
against the ropes but not move and inch. She shook her whole body
with rage and frustration.

Give, the voice said. The touch moved up her inner thigh. Give,
it said again and the pressure move further up. Oh God, she
thought, this is it. This is what sick twisted pervert heinous
thing they're going to do to me.

Give, it said again.

The pressure pushed against her pussy and even with all her
stress and anxiety, Cassi could not miss the wetness or the
thrill of pleasure as the touch ignited one of the strongest
orgasms she'd ever had.

It was electrical, making her shiver and moan despite the gag.
The touch pushed deeper and an intense flood of pleasure set
Cassi off again.

Give, the voice said again. How can I give anything when my
rapists are making cum so hard, she thought in the back of her
mind.

The pressure moved deeper and set off another wave of orgasms and
Cassi had no choice but to give in to the ecstasy she found
herself drowning in. Each time the touch moved, Cassi was rocked
with wave of wave of the most incredible climax. It was like a
charge exploding in her pussy and radiating through her body and
out every pore.

She woke, exhausted and sore, not sure how or when the touch and
the voice stopped. She groaned. She felt drained, like someone
had sucked all the energy out of her. She was still tied to the
chair but she found that she was actually getting used to the
feeling. She also wondered how long she'd been here. She knew she
hadn't eaten but she wasn't hungry. She was still blind folded
and gagged. She was still naked. The seat of her chair was wet
and the pungent odor of sexual waste, she recognize as her own.
She cried again. Not because she was afraid that they would kill
her.

Because she wanted them to come back.

Eventually, they did. Give, the voice said. It was so natural
now, no louder than it had been the first time and yet now to
Cassi, it was loud and clear. She knew the touch was next and
what it would bring with it. Oh so soon and yet too long a wait
and she felt the touch. Always her calf first. Then her knee.
Then her thigh. By the time it reached its destination, she was
already squirming and creaming. Again, the pressure slowly pushed
against her pussy and again she came until she passed out.

She wasn't sure how often it happened. How many times, how many
days, how long between events - all of it was lost. There was
only bliss and nothing. They never removed the blindfold or the
gag, they never dressed her in any other way. They never untied
her from the chair. But the position became comfortable somehow.
They never feed her and yet she never felt hungry.

And the orgasm seemed to grow more intense each time.

Cassi woke and knew something was different. She was dry. She was
warm. The smell of sex no longer lingered in the air. She was
also no longer gagged. She didn't wait long for answers.

She heard the voice again. A new voice with the same soft
ethereal non-presence, non-sound. She felt the pressure again too
but this time it started at her chest and worked up to her face.

It pushed against her lips.

Receive, the voice said.


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