Sound. There was a sound in the darkness. It was a dull thud, like the beating of a drum. Her mind awoke slowly, lazily. Unsure of what dream it was in, or what reality it was trying to wake from. Hands, fingers, breathing, touch. Slowly her mind became aware of her body, crawling over each part in turn. No pain, no discomfort. The sound, she finally realized, was her heart. It was a sweet sound, a comforting sound. She couldn't move, or open her eyes, the darkness stayed, the quiet wrapped around her.

Time stretched on, and she became fully awake. Memories faded in and out, her mind not quite grasping how she became like this. She instead turned her attentions to where she was. Underneath her was a soft surface, which her body sank into. Her wrists where held by soft restraints, as well as her ankles. She felt no clothing, and the air was comfortably warm. Moving her head slightly allowed her to realize that there was a type of blindfold over her eyes. Her tongue pressed against the gag in her mouth. The bonds held fast as she pulled against each one, testing them.

What was the last thing she remembered?

***

The party. Frat party. There had been lots of drinking, lots of music, and lots of sex. She passed on the drinks and had walked through the throng of bodies, which filled the house, just observing. Sometimes she would find herself a seat and watch the show. A girl in a short skirt straddling some jock, rubbing against him as his erection pushed to get free. There were even a few threesomes going on, two girls sucking a guy off, or two guys in one mouth. She watched them all, was wet and horny, but never touched herself, just watched. On the way to the bathroom, down a long hall, a hand had taken her by the arm. At first she thought it was another drunken frat and was ready to turn around, but he kept himself behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, shhh. I'm not a drunken frat." The voice purred near her ear. "I saw you, watching them. It intrigued me." There was a pause as they moved out of the hall. "I wanted a little chat with you, that's all." She felt a little pang of hurt, thinking he did not find her attractive, but her curiosity was peaked. "Why do you like watching them?" He purred.

"I'm not sure why." She blushed, embarrassed that someone had been paying attention to her. "You can watch two people fall into each other. Lust takes over, the alcohol stripping away any worries, or inhibitions each person might have had. No intent on controlling themselves. Most will find they come just for the one night stand, the need for affection and attention." They had walked outside, near the street full of cars. Stopping in front of one. "Something to cut away and make them forget the stress of their everyday lives. To want to feel needed, loved. Important."
"What about you? Don't you need attention, affection, or sex? Don't you wanted to be needed? Why don't you find yourself someone to trap for the night?" He leaned against the car, pulling her against him. "You should enjoy that pleasure."

She paused, thinking about what he said. "Because that pleasure will never be good again, and I don't want to be thrown away afterwards. I want to mean so much more then just another fuck."

He held tight to her, kissing her neck with the barest of touches, as a cloth was placed over her mouth. She struggled, her breaths deep, then her mind plunged into darkness.

***

Footsteps rang through the room. She wondered if this was the same man that had talked to her at the party. How long had it been?

She gasped and strained against the bonds as a hand trailed across her skin. The contact had made her breathing increase rapidly. She was far more sensitive then what was normal. Maybe it was because she knew there was no escape. Her mind followed those fingers, as they moved across her stomach, around her breasts, and over her nipples. She let out a long soft moan, unable to help herself. She wanted more, and whimpered as his hand left her skin. Then something peculiar happened. She was touched again, but it was a different hand. The movement came from her other side. A very masculine touch traveled over her thighs and between her legs, she felt him slide his fingers right into her, the sensation spread all over her body. She really was more sensitive.

Another hand touched her, moving along her breasts, then another, ah yes, two hands from one person, two sets. She started to try and figure out which hand belonged to whom. It didn't last long, the sensual input was too much for her to keep track. Hands stroked and fondled her body. She arched her back, trying to push into each touch. Those ragged breaths came from her own lips and lungs. Moans and whimpers escaped her; those sounds haven't come from her mouth since her last breakup nearly a year ago. She reveled in the sensations, never once thinking something was wrong, never thinking she didn't want to be there.

Lips, breath, touched her shoulder and neck. A mouth stopped near her ear. "I do hope you're enjoying yourself." It was him, his purr. Soon another set of lips joined the hands, these lips a little more rough. She writhed in pleasure, feeling like she was floating. Her knees were brought up, ankles touching her ass. She felt someone move onto the table-bed and move between her legs. She wanted to be fucked, and raised her hips. She was surprised when she felt lips and a tongue greeting her wet cunt. Pleasure spread through her. She didn't know which one was there, but didn't care. Her nipples were being worked on as well, lips, fingers and teeth teasing and pleasing her flesh. She writhed against the restraints, and the weight of her captors. The tightness and need filled her; she wanted to cum, she wanted to so badly. Just as she was about to, all touch ceased. She lay panting, wondering. Needing. She wished so badly to touch herself, to bring on that orgasm that lay just out of her reach.

"Look at that. How much she needs to be touched. I wonder where that came from?" There was an answering chuckle. "Well girl, if you wish more, then you will listen closely and follow everything I say. Is that understood?" She nodded quickly, feeling her desire flare and burn through her.

She was unstrapped, the cuffs still around her wrists, but not around her ankles, and helped off the table, it wasn't as high as she had first suspected. One set of hands left her body, the other leading her.

She was stopped after a few steps. "Kneel." Was all that was said.

She did as was told and waited, those hands still resting on her shoulders. The second set untied the gag, and her mouth was free. She worked her jaw, opening her mouth. Hot flesh touched her lips and kept her from closing her mouth again. The head of a large cock was placed there, her tongue shot out, wanting to explore this new sensation. She had never craved touch so much, or felt so much sexual sensation moving across her body. She moaned as her mouth was fucked, the other male still behind her, not letting her move away. She wished that the other cock was put into good use by fucking her, but she was patient and focused all of her attention to the one that slid in and out over her tongue.

"Rise." She stood with some help, her hands held behind her back by the restraints.

"Listen closely. In front of you two feet is a bed, it is low to the ground. I am going to let your hands go so you can feel your way forward. There is someone lying there, you will crawl along his body and stop when your hands find his shoulders. You will then reach behind you and impale yourself on his cock. I don't think you will have trouble finding it." Her hands were released.

She felt her heart thudding in her throat as her hands found the bed, and then the body. She crawled over him and did as she was told. The first taste of his cock made her shiver, he stretched her out and she pushed herself down on him. Without thinking she pulled herself up just a enough to slide back down. A sharp hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, she cried out in astonishment.

"I did not tell you to do that. I told you to impale yourself, not fuck him". She felt herself being lifted off of his cock. She felt embarrassed for not following orders, the need clawing at her body.

"Please, no. I will do as I'm told. I promise, anything, please. Please." She felt her body flare, desire crawling all along her skin. She wanted that cock, so badly inside of herself. "I promise. Please, please." She was nearly crying with need, the thought of not getting fucked drove her crazy.

"Oh, maybe I am kind enough to let you try this again." She was released and she slid herself back upon his cock. She waited.

A sharp crack and a sting as a hand slapped across her ass. She jumped, not expecting that. She was then pushed forward. "Go on..fuck him."

She did as she was told, feeling another set of hands across her ass as she pushed back. Something hot and slick pushed against her, and in one quick movement she realized that the other man had just slid his cock into her ass. The pain was sharp, but brief. Soon it didn't hurt much and she bucked against both cocks. She swam in the sensations, her nipples were being played with, her clit rubbed against the man below her, and two cocks filled her, pushing themselves deeper and faster into her holes. She came, unable to hold it off any longer, but they continued on, she didn't know how or why she was still able to stay up, hands now rested on her hips from both sides, moving her against them.

The realization finally dawned on her, she was getting fucked by two strangers. She didn't even know who they were, where she was, or what they would plan on doing. Panic hit her and she started thrashing. The hands only held harder, pushed harder. She gasped and panted, panic and pleasure fighting a battle inside of her. It was body and heart that warred within. The more she struggled, the more sensation filled her, a hand let go of one hip and wrapped through her hair, pulling her head painfully backwards, yet she realized, it wasn't that painful. Her hands looked for something to grab, nails caught flesh and a growl struck out, the bottom set of hands let go and grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms across her chest. Each wrist was at the opposite shoulder. She couldn't move, except back and forth. Soon the panic was defeated and pleasure filled her once again. She orgasmed hard against them, waves of pleasure making her pant and scream. The man behind her let her hair go and slid out of her throbbing ass, the man below her shoved her off his cock so she lay sprawled across the bed.

She reached up to take the blindfold of, but her hands were pulled sharply away from her body by the bonds that were still there. They must have been attached to some long rope because she was pulled up to her feet.

"Follow." One of them growled. She was being dragged somewhere else. She was stopped as the ropes attached to her cuffs went slack. "Walk forward slowly." She did so and felt her body come against something hard and smooth. Her body was pressed against it, and her hands tied securely at shoulder level, spread out.

"Thought you would fight us? You'll learn that's not what you should do. Think about it, fighting against yourself isn't productive. Maybe we can show that pretty little mind of yours why it shouldn't try and take control of your passions." There was a sting of leather across her ass. The crack of a flogger ringing in her ears. She was whipped so delicately, thin welts rose across her skin. She screamed each time they hit, feeling the burning kiss they left across her. She was actually getting off on it, her pussy still dripped from the fucking, but the desire was still fresh in her mind. That fire was growing hotter. Each pain sent waves through her body, so intense. A vibrator was pushed inside of her cunt. "Better hold that there.." It was too much, but she did as she was told, the flogging continued, and the vibrator hung from her pussy. Her flesh was hot, and she panted, feeling the burning welts across her back and ass.

Cold. The one thought pulled her out of the place her mind had been staying. Ice melted across her shoulders as he pushed the cube against her. She moaned, the sensations overwhelming her. The icy water dripped down over the welts as he continued to move it across her skin. It was exquisite, the vibrator slid a little ways from her cunt as she came, but she tried to hold onto it. He played with her nipples roughly and she came again, hard this time, feeling the vibrator fall from her cunt and hit the ground, she panted harder; tears welling up. The emotional release was new, and forced its way from her throat. The ice and fire across her skin was too much, the darkness took her.

She awoke, finding herself strapped down to a soft reclining chair. A television sat before her. The rest of the room was dark, a small light sat on top of the set. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Then looked over her surroundings, nothing could be seen. The welts along her back seemed to have been treated. She realized that she was clothed again. The jeans and tee shirt she was wearing at the party, her bra and jacket were sitting in her lap.

The television turned on, and her attention snapped to it. Her eyes got wide, her mouth dry. She was on the screen, tied up to the table she first found herself on. Embarrassment filled her as she watched everything that had happened to her. It was all taped. She really didn't see her captors faces to well, the two men she had been with. Both were well built and looked like they took care of themselves. She somehow felt a little better, knowing they at least had good hygiene.

"You look embarrassed. You shouldn't be." A voice came from behind her, she jumped at the sound. "It is the most pleasing thing to watch, nothing shameful in that pleasure." The screen went blank as the last sounds of the flogging could be heard. He moved to stand next to her. "You were quite wonderful, and I know you enjoyed every second of it." Did he smile? "You just watched yourself. You noticed there wasn't any protest. You never said a word. Endured it all, and liked it." He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. She heard the sounds of buckles being undone. The cuff came off. "That was only the tip of the iceberg. I could show you more; open your eyes to things you never thought could, or would happen. I could expand your reality and make you so much stronger then you think you are now." He moved to the other side and unbuckled the cuff around her other wrist. "It's your choice though." A door opened behind him, soft light fell into the room, a younger man stood waiting on the other side. "You can go to him, and he will drive you home. Back to college, back to your need to sit aside and just watch." He moved away from her, and she stood and took a couple steps towards the door. "Or," She paused as he continued. "You can turn around right now and kneel at my feet. You will still have your freedom, your life. I will only be a part, not the entirety of it. Even if you choose to stay with me now, under my control, you have the ability to leave at any time you wish."

She waited, unsure of what she wanted to do. Memories flooded to her of the events of the night, but her mind, her upbringing, like chains of oppression filled her mind with doubts. Those chains were not comfortable; those bonds were not what she wanted. She wanted to be free of all the bullshit society had poured over her mind and soul.

She took a deep breath, and turned from the door. She walked towards this mysterious man, and watched the light play off his features, so calm, like stone. He had control, he had dominace. He was handsome she realized, and his look sent shivers down her spine. She watched his eyes for the briefest of moments, all instinct within her told her yes. So she listened.

Carefully she kneeled before him, sitting back against her heels and resting her forehead against his leg. A hand caressed her hair. "Welcome pet."