You wake up and make plans

You wake some time later, feeling stiff and achy. You're able to move, your wrists and ankles no longer bound behind you. Now your wrists are secured in front of you with soft cord, but your legs are unrestrained and the gag has been removed.

Your cunt feels like a bull was servicing you. You reach down with your bound hands, carefully fingering yourself and sighing with relief that you're pussy isn't prolapsed. It felt like that massive cock was turning you inside out and you groan softly at the memory of it stretching you and fucking you senseless.

And making you come like a mad bitch, you add. Your orgasms piled one on top of the other until you were literally out of your mind. You must have been, to imagine that you were fucked by a tentacle faced monster you think. This was one of those idiot frat boys, who decided he'd not just scare you but fuck the shit out of you as well.

God, you never know one of them was hung like that, you purr to yourself, wriggling a the memory. You wish you knew which of them had done it, because after you gave him shit for scaring you, you planned to jump his cock again.

And there's no doubt you'll get the chance. He wouldn't have left your hands tied and still in this cell like room unless he intended to come back for a second round. You feel your battered pussy gush with anticipation and you stroke a finger over your engorged clit, making yourself moan happily.

The room is as dim as ever, and now that you can move you see that your assumption that it was lit by candles is correct. Now that your eyes are more used to the darkness, you can see that the room is about ten feet on each side, with a single iron gate blocking the only entrance. You get up carefully and test the gate, finding it locked and impervious to your attempts to **** it open.

With a sigh you sit down the mattress to wait. Soon, you have no doubt, he will return and fuck you again, and then you can convince him to release you. You're confident in your ability to manipulate any of the fratboys, but you smile at the thought that you're going to get one more good fucking first.

As that thought percolates through your mind you hear the sound of footsteps approaching your cell, and you turn towards the door, spreading your thighs and pressing your arms against the sides of your breasts to emphasise them, making yourself look as wanton and desireable as possible.