Edge

I’m exhausted tonight. It had been such a long day. I was sore and ready to fall asleep in my nice soft bed. I’m practically asleep on my feet as I change into my pajamas; a t-shirt and shorts with nothing else on. I sighed in comfort. Hanging my collar on the bedpost, I snuggled under my covers, falling asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.1

I don’t know how long I was asleep; it could have been five minutes or five hours, but suddenly I was awake and thrashing. I reached out with both hands, swinging them back and forth; trying to come in contact with whatever woke me. It hadn’t registered that I couldn’t see anything until after my wrists were grabbed. I let out a shriek, but a firm hand was clasped over my mouth; I was flipped onto my stomach and promptly laid upon. I let out a muffled scream, but the hand just pressed harder.2

Breathing hard, I went still. My hands were under me, still held by my unseen assailant. Even if my wrists weren’t secured in that grip, I doubt I would have been able to maneuver enough to get them out from under me. And sure enough, they were let go. I struggled again, but it was in vain. I felt a hand run over my eyes; that’s when I noticed why I couldn’t see. Apparently I was in such a deep sleep I had been blindfolded before I could wake up.3

I whimpered slightly as he shifted on top of me. Almost passionately his warm breath caressed my neck; I shuddered. The hand over my mouth is removed, and as I take a breath to scream, a thick piece of clothe is shoved past my lips and teeth and tied tightly behind my head. My assailant sits up, straddling my waist, a hand keeping me pressed into the bed. A few seconds later, something cold touches my lower back, where my shirt has moved up. Gasping, I push into the bed, trying to sit up. My attacker chuckles softly and pushes me back down. With his other hand, he reaches under me and pulls out my right arm. The cold thing is removed from my back and clasped around my wrist. That’s when it hit me what he was doing. 4

With a slight growl, I roll suddenly, using my left hand as a lever. I was not going to be kidnapped without a fight. To tell the truth, it didn’t help. As I flung my left arm around to hit him, my assailant just grabbed my wrist and clasped it behind me. Struggling more, I tried to wrench out of his grip but got a slap on my bare thigh for it. Letting out a muffled yelp, I let my attacker help me off the bed and lead me from my room. His grip was gentle yet firm as he led me out of the house. 5

I hear a car running as we get outside. A door is opened and I am helped inside. He gently pushes me down to where I’m laying across the seat, covering me with a blanket of some sort. I whimper softly as the door slams. I want to get away, to escape, but I’m also intrigued. The front door opens and shuts and the car begins to move. 6

The ride seemed to take forever. I didn’t want to make any noise or move too much, drawing his attention back to me. Even though my hands had gone to sleep some time before, I dared not move. At some point I must have fallen asleep, for when I awoke, the vehicle was stopped. Silence surrounded me like a blanket, and I was leery about it. Soon, though, the silence was broken by the back door of the car being opened, right next to my head. I shrunk back, whimpering as the blanket was removed and hands grasped me under my arms, pulling me into a sitting position. Those hands maneuvered me out of the car. Leaning against the vehicle, I waited. My side hurt, having lain like that for so long. The door shut with a snap and I was once again grasped by the arm and lead away. 7

Trying to find your way blindly is no easy task, even with someone helping you. Apparently he had taken me to what I assumed was his house. Stepping over the threshold, cold floor met my bare feet. I was led to a room; a bedroom to be precise, and pushed backwards onto the bed. I heard another soft chuckle as he started to pull off my shorts. Letting out a muffled scream, I kicked out, trying to deter him from making me more vulnerable than I already was. It didn’t help. My shorts slipped past my hips, past me knees and off; a sharp spank on my thigh was what I got for fighting. Giving a yelp of protest, I drew my legs up, keeping my exposed sex covered. He chuckled again and grabbed my right ankle, wrapping something cold around it and pulling it tight. There’s a click and I know I’ve been attached to something. The process was repeated with my left ankle; I try to pull my legs up, but my feet are tethered to the foot of the bed. 8

Again I am pulled into a sitting position and the cuffs are removed from my wrists. He brings them in front of me, making sure I don’t fight. Shifting in front of me, he lays me back down and pins my hands above me, one handed. His other hand caresses my stomach, under my shirt, pushing it up. Letting out a squeak of protest, I flex, trying to twist away. Instead of the desired effect I was looking for, he straddled my hips and held me down as he took my shirt the rest of the way off. My wrists were bound the same way as my ankles and tied to the head board. I was now completely exposed to him, blindfolded, gagged and completely helpless. 9

Everything is pulled tight, and I find myself spread-eagled on the bed, everything accessible. I pull and struggle against my bonds, but he knows what he’s doing. I won’t be escaping him; not until he wants me loose. 10

Struggling a little more, I don’t notice the silence right away. Have I been left alone? Has he just left me here? Where am I? What’s going on? So many questions and unable to ask them. By now I’m intrigued. Who is this mysterious man that has kidnapped me?11

A few hours later, he returned. I never heard him, though, for I had been vainly trying to escape again. When I felt cold air blowing slowly on my clit, I squirmed. My reaction must have amused him, for he chuckled, and blew again. My nipples were growing hard; I could feel it. I was reacting to his teasing! The stream of cold air stopped and I was alone again. Or so I thought.12

No sooner had he left me, I heard a sound that would make me unknowingly his, surrendering to him in almost everyway possible. The moaning sound of a vibrator. I shuddered and whimpered, straining against my bonds. I was scared, but still intrigued. The bed moved as I struggled more; a slap on my thigh was what I got. He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, “Lay still.”13

His warm breath caressed my cheek when he said that, causing me to flinch slightly. I obeyed, though, trying my hardest not to fight. I was breathing heavier; his smell filled my senses. It was so intoxicating that I couldn’t help but breathe in deeply. 14

I had almost forgotten about the vibrator as I took in the scent of my captor. Not for long though. Taking advantage of my distraction, he touched the vibrator to my thigh, slowly running it up my leg. I jerked, brought suddenly back to reality. The vibrator continued its course slowly up over my clit, up my stomach and around my boobs. Not thinking, my fight-or-flight instincts kicked in and I started to fight again. Laying the vibrator on my stomach he smacked my thigh again, growling in my ear, “Stop moving.”15

Giving a muffled squeal, I nod. I honestly can’t help moving. He shifts to sit between my legs from his prone position next to me and starts to tease my clit and entrance with the vibrator. I know what is coming next even before it happens. The vibe is suddenly pushed into my pussy, hard and fast. My hips buck at the feeling, and I moan in surprise, pleasure and pain. He only holds it there for a couple of seconds before he starts to fuck me with it. 16

Oh my god, the sensations! Biting down hard on the gag I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. The fucking became harder and faster, my reactions more frantic. My breathing became erratic, shallow and fast, and my body arched and twisted. I can feel my climax building. My legs tense around him and I arch, getting ready for my release. Before I can reach it, though, the vibe is pulled out of my pussy. Whimpering in need, I squirm, trying to get him to finish. He just chuckles and whispers, “Not yet.”17

He leaves me again, only to come back and release my ankles, then my wrists, which he locks behind me again. Helping me off the bed, I wonder what he is going to do. Did he just bring me here to tease me, scare me, and then take me home? That was not his plan. 18

Gently he pushed me to my knees, petting the top of my head. The sound of rustling cloth reached my ears, then as the gag was removed, he told me to stay quiet and not scream or ask questions. Cocking my head, I sat quietly. It was murder, for my mind was clamoring with questions. Something awakened vaguely in the back of my mind, but no matter how hard I pressed to bring it to light, it never came. 19

A hand cupped the side of my head, fingers threading through my hair. I leaned into it unknowingly, and he responded by stroking my cheek and ear with his thumb. As I relaxed more, something warm and wet touched my lips and pulled away. I licked my lips, tasting something salty and sweet. Again my lips were stroked as wetness was coated on them. With it still there, I licked my lips again, grazing warm flesh. That’s when I knew what it was.20

I tried to pull away as realization dawned on me that it was his cock at my lips. His hand through my hair held me in place. Stroking my face once again with his thumb, the tip of his cock rested on my lips. I knew what he wanted, I just wasn’t sure I did. 21

“Open your mouth,” came the soft command, and my resolve crumbled. My lips parted and I took his warm, wet tip into my mouth. I had never done this before, and he seemed to sense this, for his other hand grasped the other side of my head and gently started to push my mouth farther onto him. Unconsciously I began to suck and swirl my tongue, earning me a deep moan of satisfaction from my captor.22

As I kneeled there, suckling his cock, my mind was relatively blank, with one thought crossing it. Keep him satisfied and happy. But my instincts were lying in wait to flee the first chance I got. 23

Slowly, he began to pump his hips, pushing farther and farther into my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I was able to keep my gag reflex at bay, but only slightly.