She doesn't know, she's blindfolded

When Cassie wakes up, she can't see anything.

Despite the fact that she has opened her eyes, she sees nothing but a little light, which is nothing more than a glow. She can't move. She realizes that she is standing. Her arms are tied above her and almost numb. She realizes that she is standing with her legs apart.

But she can't move. She realizes that she is still naked from the way she feels the wind, and now the thought pops into her head: someone has done what her tattoo said. Left her naked, blind and tied up. Cassie has no idea how long she's been standing here.

She tries to free herself, but all her wriggling doesn't help. She thinks and thinks, but she can't get free on her own and it takes a lot of effort, but she tries to draw attention to herself.

First a quiet "Hello?" But when she hears nothing nearby, she calls out louder. Then a little louder. "Hello!?"

Until she panics that no one will ever find her again and screams: "HELLO! HELLO! HELP!"

And then again: "HELP! HELP!"

"Don't make such a racket here!" Cassie suddenly hears a stern male voice.

"Please help me!" says Cassie, relieved that someone can finally hear her.

"What's going on here? Did you call me so I could see you like this?" the voice asks excitedly.

"No, I was left here tied up, naked and blind. Help me, please!" Cassie begs.

"Ah, I see, so you got too wild with your sex games and got on someone's nerves," says the man, and Cassie can smell **** on his breath.

"No! It's not like that!" Cassie tries to explain, but by then she feels hands on her body. She flinches. "As I see it, you're tied up here and dependent on me." His hands continue to roam over her body. "Or do you have a problem with me touching you after all?" he asks.Cassie knows she'd better not answer now. She only has to put up with a little more groping, then he would get her off and she could escape.

"What's wrong?" he asks when Cassie doesn't answer.

"No! I don't mind," Cassie says quickly.

"I thought so. You like that, right?" the guy asks, kneading her ass.

Cassie doesn't answer again, she just wants it to end and for him to get her off. But then he lets her go. "If you don't want to, I'll leave you here," he says, and she hears him walk away.Cassie panics again and shouts, "No! No! Please come back! I like it when you touch me!"

"Well, I don't know," he says skeptically. "Yes, please touch me! I'm begging you!" Then Cassie hears footsteps coming towards her again, and a little later she feels his hands on her body again.

"Oh yes!" Cassie plays as if it excites her. "So you want me to set you free?" the guy asks. His breath of **** scares her.

"Yes. Please free me," Cassie begs.

"What do I get in return?" he asks.

"What do you want?" Cassie asks, almost panicked. She hasn't seen this guy yet and has no idea who is standing in front of her.

"Suggest something!" the guy laughs. "Uh, you can keep touching me," she says. "You'll have to offer a lot more or I'll leave. How about if I do some of the things with you that your tattoos say?" he asks.

Cassie knows now at the latest that she won't get out of here like this.

She knows she has to offer him something he'll like. "I... I'll suck your cock."

"That sounds good! And what else?" he asks excitedly.

"What else do you want?" Cassie asks desperately.

"If I can do what I want with you, then I'll get you off!" he says.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want with me! Just get me off! Please!" says Cassie desperately.

"Okay!" he says and starts fingering Cassie.

Her intimate piercings rustle loudly and Cassie actually gets aroused.

He actually unties Cassie's arms so that she can finally take them off, but her hands are still tied together. He also unties one leg and Cassie can close her legs a little further.

Just as Cassie is about to remove the blindfold or whatever she has over her eyes, the guy says,

"No, don't do that! I think it's better if you can't see me!" And to avoid upsetting the guy, Cassie lowers her hands again and remains blind for the time being, noticing that he seems to be just looking at her. Maybe he's reading her tattoos, but then he makes her get down on her knees in front of him and Cassie smells and feels his cock in front of her mouth. She reluctantly opens her mouth and the cock is pushed into her. It tastes disgusting, but Cassie has agreed to suck it... She has promised him so much! He can do whatever he wants to her! But he'll free her in return. She starts to suck him and the cock gets bigger in her mouth. It doesn't take long before the guy says:

"Oh man, for behaving and looking like a whore, you're really bad at this!" And he pulls Cassie up again. He spits into his hand and moistens Cassie's vagina with it, making her very aroused, unfortunately for Cassie.

She starts to moan.

Her moans get stronger and stronger, she hates it, but her body reacts. He turns her around, and she realizes how he sticks his cock into her from behind and begins to fuck her.

Cassie's breath catches as the stranger takes her from behind. His hands dig into her hips, and each thrust leaves her bound hands dangling helplessly in front of her body. The wind cools the beads of sweat on her skin.

But the dull feeling of shame and arousal inside her is unbearably hot...

"You're just a little slut who needs just that," he growls in her ear as his grip tightens.

Cassie bites her lips with arousal. The smell of **** on his breath mingles with the scent of her fear. But her body, damn it, it reacts. Every time he thrusts into her, he elicits a moan and suddenly he stops. His hand reaches forward to grip her neck.

"Tell me," he hisses. "Tell me you're a slut and this is what you need!"

Cassie's throat burns, but she knows she has to say it. "I... I'm a slut. I need this!" The words are like shards of glass on her tongue.

He laughs - an ugly, triumphant sound and presses her tighter against him. "I knew it."

"Tell me what you are." His fingers dig into her hips and Cassie breathes heavily.

"I... I am..." He doesn't wait. With one brutal thrust, he pushes into her, slamming her against the wall.

"Think out loud."

"A bitch!" she gasps.

"I know that." He withdraws almost completely, leaving her empty and trembling.

"What else?" Seconds pass.

The wind whirls an empty can across the yard.

CRACK - his blow to her chest makes her cry out. "A... A USELESS FUCKHOLE!"

"Better." He thrusts again, this time more slowly, more agonizingly. His hands glide over her sweaty back.

"And?"

Cassie bites her lip. For too long.

CLATCH CLATCH Two hard blows. "Answer."

"A... A DICKY WHORE FOR YOU!" she screams.He laughs and speeds up his rhythm.

"More." He now makes her squirm longer between each word. His movements become irregular sometimes almost tender, then brutally hard again. Whenever she thinks too long, he punishes her: with bites to her neck, painful pinches to her breasts, hard slaps to her already reddened buttocks.

"A... A PUBLIC URINAL!"

"A FLAVORED SEX PUPPY!"

"A SPERMADEPOT!"

Every confession is rewarded with more sex. Every hesitation with pain.

Cassie's blindfold sticks to her sweaty cheeks as his **** breath flows hotly over her neck. "Please... please keep fucking me!" she begs, because she has the feeling that he wants to hear it now so that he can release her immediately. Her hands clench in her bonds.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because I need it! Because otherwise I'm worth nothing!" she says.

He gives it to her, driving her higher with every thrust, while his hands seem to only hold her hips.

But then, without her noticing, one of his hands slides up and grabs her wrist. She barely feels it, she is too caught up in this maelstrom of pain and humiliation.

"Promise me something," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear.

"That you'll still be here later. That you'll wait for me."

"I... I promise!" she moans, although this time she's lying. As soon as the opportunity presents itself, she would run away. He laughs as if he can hear her thoughts, and then she finally feels him come inside her, hot and possessive, but when she tries to pull away, she realizes it: her hands are tied again.

Up like before. Tight. Inescapable.

"So that you don't break your promise!" he hisses, his grip tightening. Before she can react, she feels him re-tie the ankle he freed earlier.

"You stay here. Until I come back," he says.

"Wait! You said you'd untie me!" protests Cassie, but she gets no answer.