��� � She had no idea where she was.� There was a cold hard floor underneath her naked back.� She was blindfolded and her ears were covered.� She tried to open her eyes but the blindfold had been placed so tightly that she couldn't.� Her thoughts raced back and forth frantically between, 'Where am I?' and, 'How did I get here?'� She tried to move her arms but couldn't.� She tried to move her legs, but those too would not move.� She could now feel the hard leather that surrounded each of her limbs and she let out a small panicked scream.� She was completely bound and immobile.� Her legs had been pulled open, leaving her pussy completely exposed.� She desperately searched her mind for an explanation or even just a clue.� How did this happen to her?� But she couldn't remember anything.�

��� � The panic that was beginning to consume her was suddenly interrupted as she felt something tickling her calves.� The tickling sensation moved slowly up her inner thighs.� Her body involuntarily responded to the touch and her nipples hardened painfully as goose bumps broke out across her body.� The tickling had reached the bottom of her slit and worked it's away along the length of it, pushing more insistently against the lips of her pussy.� She felt a finger slide in and lightly caress her inner lips, coming teasingly close to her clit but never actually making contact.� She frantically tried to control her body, tried to stop the flow of wetness that was increasing with every stroke of the finger.� As the finger continued to arouse her she felt the heat build to a fire that she was rapidly losing control of.

�� �� The battle her mind had waged against her body was lost with the initial pain of hot wax hitting her breasts.� She moaned as her body betrayed her and succumbed to a small orgasm.� She felt the finger leave her and she tried to convince herself that she didn't miss the exquisite torture it had inflicted on her.�

���� Her heightened sense of smell picked up the scent of the candle as it came closer to her.� This time she was prepared for the shock and her body tensed as she waited for it.� She waited for what felt like an eternity, her apprehension growing stronger with each excruciating second.� Finally, the first wave of pain hit her followed by incredibly intense warmth as the wax hit first her right breast and then her left.� Without the finger stimulating her pussy the pain was stronger.� Her body was still trying to adjust to the new heat added to her chest when she felt something cool being spread across her pussy.� The contrast of heat and cold excited her and the wetness between her legs began to increase again.

��� � She couldn't hear the sound of the razor sliding against her pussy but she could feel it.� The razor was gently gliding across her mound, leaving bare skin after it.� Her pussy was being shaved and there was nothing she could do to stop it.� Her mind bucked against such an invasion but the razor continued to expose her most private area as the wax continued to heat her breasts.�

��� � The finger was back, this time pulling on her outer lips, adjusting them so as the razor could do its job more efficiently.� A fingertip brushed against her clit and a shiver ran through her body.� This one seemingly accidental touch sent memories flooding back to her.� She had been here for days, maybe even weeks.� He/she had kept her here and tortured her like this before.� At one point she had thought that the finger belonged to a woman, its touch so gentle.� Another time she had thought it was a man; its touch had been so rough.� Other times she was convinced there were many people touching her at once.� And finally she stifled the argument within herself and began to think of her captor as "the finger".� She no longer cared whom it belonged to, she was more afraid that she would never find out.�

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��� � This is how it always went - the person(s) who held her captive did not want her to know.� He/she/they just used her body, made it feel things that it had never felt before.� These sessions lasted as long as she could stand.� They only ended when she passed out from the intensity of her orgasms.� She thought a game was being played with her - a contest to see how long she could last.� And each session had lasted longer than the previous.� The finger knew her better than she herself did.� It knew when to stop and when to start.� It knew where to play.� It knew when to be gentle and when to be cruel.� The finger owned her body.

��� � The razor had just barely left her naked pussy when she felt the familiar sting of hot wax, this time on her inner thighs.� The warmth spread across her thighs as hot wax dripped down towards her ass.� Her breath quickened and the covering on her ears amplified its sound within her head.� More wax poured onto her thighs.� It began to pool on her anus.� She felt it harden, trapping its highly concentrated warmth directly on her asshole, still sensitive from whatever she had been fucked with the session before.�

��� ����� Fingers began to stroke her nipples.� The wax on her chest had cooled significantly but was now replaced with the heat of arousal as the fingers pinched and teased her swollen nipples.� Her rapid breathing became a short gasp of pain/pleasure as the fingers gave her nipples one last particularly hard squeeze.� The fingers moved back down to her ass where they came to rest for a moment, pressing the heat deeper into her flesh.�

��� � The finger continued to press deeper, spreading the wax as it moved.� More wax dripped directly on her anus and the finger promptly entered her again, coating her anal passage with fresh hot wax.� The heat soothed the ache and pain that still lingered from her last session with the finger.� Was that yesterday?� Or just a few hours ago?� She had no way of knowing.������

���� A voice whispered inside her head, "You like this."

����� Her mind countered with a tentative, "No, I don't.� I just want to go home."�

����� But the voice continued, "You want this.� You've always wanted this.� I know it and you know it.� Don't fight it."�

��� She thought that she was going crazy.� The finger was back on her pussy, again stroking the length of her moistness.� She tried to combat both the pleasure coming from her stroked clit and the whisper inside her head simultaneously.� Both forces were consuming her, trying to convince her to fully release herself to the power of the finger.�

����� She desperately cried out loud, "NO! I won't listen to you!"�

����� The finger responded by quickening its pace and the voice told her to beg for more.� It told her to surrender her control completely.

�� She shook her head back and forth frantically, both to deny the voice's request and also in attempt to subside the building orgasm within her.� The finger continued to circle her engorged clit.� She felt something hard and thick press against her vaginal entrance.� The whisper spoke again.�

����� "I am your deepest darkest self.� I hold your blackest of desires.� You cannot deny me any longer.� I am a part of you.� WE need this!� Surrender.� Beg.� Plead.� We need this!� Beg it to fuck us.� We need this.� Beg it to fuck us!"�

��� � She was powerless to stop both the whisper and the finger working its magic on her.� The finger kept teasing her; getting her closer and closer to her peak, yet not close enough.� She knew that it would not allow her to cum unless she begged for release.� She couldn't quiet the whisper inside her head that was now chanting, "Beg for it.� We need this."�

��� � With a pained whisper of her mouth she asked the finger for more.� She was disgusted with herself for her automatic inclusion of the word, "please", at the end of her request.� The finger answered with a squeeze of her clit that sent enormous pleasure throughout her body.� But it wasn't enough.� She needed to be filled.� She cried as the last of her resolve crumbled and she clearly and loudly begged the finger, "Please fuck us, we need this."�

��� � Her answer was immediate and strong.� A hard cock entered her begging pussy and drove deep within her, sending her body to the highest plane it had reached yet.� Her body shook with the intensity of pleasure he brought her.�� She felt the walls of her pussy stretch to receive him.� Her hips tried to raise to meet his thrust.� With each of his deep hard thrusts waves of pleasure racked her body.� How was it possible that she was still climbing higher?� Where was the sweet release she had begged for?

�� �� Her body shivered uncontrollably against the fever within her.� She felt his hand reach down between her legs, his finger searching out her clit.� She could feel his cock swelling within her, stretching her further.� His finger found her clit and with one hard squeeze sent her over the edge.� Her juices flooded out of her pussy drenching him completely.� With one deep final thrust he filled her with his cum.� She continued to feel the pulses of her orgasms with each spurt of his still cock, until her body once again could take no more and she lost consciousness.

��� � Her captor held her in the peaceful aftermath.� He hadn't played the whispered tape in her ears this time.� Her begging had truly come from within.� She was his now.� Completely.�����