It is stretched to the limit

Lisa had no idea how long she had been out for when she woke, but she felt unusually peaceful when she did. The house was quiet and the light was low, as if it were dusk, or possibly dawn - just a little daylight crept in from outside. She wondered for a few moments where her captor may be, before memories of their last encounter returned to her. He had washed her, she recalled. A kind act, intended to protect her from infection and yet it had felt so good... irresistibly good. Guilt and shame flooded through her as she recalled cumming all over Usher's hands as his big, slick fingers rubbed her so expertly and the memory reignited her arousal, her nipples hardening and thighs clenching.

No! She couldn't allow herself to wallow in such thoughts. He was a sick, twisted fuck. Starving her of food, water and human contact... the sly bastard knew what he was doing. She knew she must not fall into his trap.

Yet as the hours wore on and boredom took her, Lisa couldn't help but cast her mind back to those moments of ecstasy. How wonderful she felt, as if free of her bonds, of her aches and pains of her worries. Her mind had floated somewhere high above and it felt as if her soul had burst free in the instant of climax. Transcendent. Divine. Bliss.

Despite her own warning, Lisa's ongoing recollection of this event had started to have an effect. Just to think about it started to make her feel better, the pleasure building at her crotch a welcome distraction from her helpless captivity. It was seductive, addictive and soon her slit was dribbling and her nipples were hard as diamonds as she squirmed in her bonds, clenching her thighs together tightly in a hopeless attempt to get herself off. She even managed kick her sheets into a bunch which she awkwardly positioned between her legs, hoping to grind herself to completion but it was no use. Her only reward for her efforts was frustration, exhaustion and a sopping wet patch on her bedding.

It was in this state that Usher found Lisa when he returned. He could smell her sex before even entering the room and while he recalled the geyser-like eruption that sullied her sheets, this smelled fresher, more recent. He held a lantern as he loomed over and inspected her bound and naked form while she watched him silently, her guilty expression not lost on him.

Usher clucked his tongue and made a show of checking her bindings, then moved towards the end of the bed, pulling the bunched up sheet from between her thighs, revealing her puffy wet folds almost throbbing at him. He broke the silence with a sigh. "Sorry ta say, but yer still a bit of a mess down here girlie. Now I ain't no expert but it couldn't hurt none to give ya another clean. Just be safe n all." He raised his gaze to meet Lisa's who was staring at him wide eyed, the awkward, silent moment broken by one of her legs twitching involuntarily.

Usher did his best to suppress his grin as he continued. "Now I ain't gonna make ya..." he said, leaning in to inspect her slick opening, Lisa's whole lower half trembling now as he took in the intoxicating sight and aroma of his captive. "**** it on ya, I mean... but if ya be wanting me help..." He let his offer hang as he leaned back and met her gaze once more, her inner turmoil visible in her strained expression. He knew he almost had her.