Sensual Desires Fulfilled(I suck at titles)

Alone in her apartment, Carol sits idly in a comfy chair, her wide plum-colored eyes focused on the book in her hands. She raises a pale hand to flip a page, enjoying the read.

She is lean and pale, her thick, curly, obsidian hair is medium-length worn in a simple style framing her heart-shaped face set with thin brows and soft red lips. Carol wears a plain dark blue gown, utilitarian and professional, like most of her wardrobe.

The apartment around her is mostly plain and bare, few ornaments, nothing valuable, the only picture is a flower print that looks washed out and underexposed. But her eyes are wide and alive as she runs them over the page, gleefully absorbing the story she is so fervently lost in.
 
Something alerts her, perhaps a sixth sense, perhaps a motion in the air; she raises her head, her lips parting as if to say something, but then a hand descends, slapping a thick cloth over her face.
 
"Mhm!" she squeals in surprise, another arm wrapping around her body to hold her in the chair. She kicks her legs feebly, gasping for breath as she struggles and gets a whiff of something sweet-smelling, then Carol holds her breath, realizing what is happening, that her attacker is drugging her.
 
"Mhmmm!" Carol moans. She writhes in his grip, pulling this way and that, fighting against him with every ounce of strength she has. Her lungs are burning now for lack of oxygen, and she can feel herself growing weaker, can feel her face burning, her pulse hammering in her ears.
 
Carol cries out helplessly as he half-lifts her out of the chair, her bare feet kicking the air. No! She writhes her glorious body, the bright light shining on her bare skin and pretty dress as she kicks and squirms in hisgrip, but she can't stop herself taking a deep breath.
 
Drugged air floods her starved lungs, and her head spins, her vision darkening as chloroform takes effect.
 
"Mhmm!" she moans helplessly. Carol can feel herself weakening, her struggles slowing. She realizes she has no chance, helplessness striking her as hard as the drug.
 
She sobs, taking another breath of the drug, and she shudder as weakness floods her body. Still, she tries once more, a single desperate wiggle of her sexy body, then her vision goes black, and she falls still in her captor's arms.
 
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Carol wakes slowly, her neck aches, her arms ache, her back aches, her jaw aches. She slowly raises her head, groaning in pain as she straightens her neck. Then she wakes sharply.
 
Carol is upright, her arms pulled above her head: she feels heavy bonds around her wrists holding her up, her body stretched, her toes hovering a few inches above the ground beneath her so she hangs suspended with her back against the wall behind her.
 
Her jaw is stretched open by a large rubber ball, heavy straps holding it in are wrapped around her head, pulled tight and buckled behind her head, some of her long hair caught in the straps.
 
Stripped naked, her bare body is cold, her naked skin gleaming in dim light that shines on her. Blinking her eyes, Carol looks wildly around, confused, frightened. She hangs in a dark room, lit only by a single light that shines on her. She blinks her eyes, and as her eyes adjust to the dim light she sees someone in a corner, sitting in a chair.
 
"Who are you?" Carol tries to shout, but the huge gag reduces her voice to a mumble.
 
He just sits there, watching her.
 
"Mhmm!" Carol whimpers; she tries to move, to tug against her bonds, but it only hurts her sore helpless body. She hangs limply, whimpering weakly, staring with wide eyes at her captor.
 
He stands to his feet and starts walking toward her. Carol stares with wide eyes, breathless, frozen.
 
He steps close enough that a little light shines on his face and Carol gasps, recognizing her old boss!
 
"Carol. . ." he says slowly. "So glad you're awake. I know you're scared, which is good because you should be." He smiles, his lips parting in a wicked curve, his teeth gleaming dangerously in the half of his face lit by the light, the other half in shadow.
 
Carol's heart beats hard in her chest, her breath catching, her belly tightening with heat as she stares at him, helpless prey staring at the dark spider who has her in his web.
 
He steps closer. "I have so many plans for you."
 
Carol takes a breath, a short gasp as her heart flutters; she feels warm under his gaze, his gleaming hungry stare that runs over her sexy helpless body.
 
He steps still closer. "I have had these urges for a very long time now. But you had changed jobs before I had a chance to confront you about them."
 
Carol whimpers in her throat, her teeth shifting around the huge gag; she trembles, her thighs pressing together around her soft hot flesh.
 
He stands within arm's reach of her, looking her in the eye with a menacing smile. "So now, here we are."
 
Carol swallows hard, frozen, her eyes by his.
 
"Are you ready for a lifetime of fun? Those pretty little nipples are going to be sooo sore tomorrow!"
 
Carol trembles in terror, but she can feel her nipples harden in the cool air.
 
He stares at her for a long moment, then his brows furrow, he frowns, his eyes boring into her. "Are you-" he starts to say.
 
Carol gasps for breath, her breasts rising and falling.
 
He reaches out with his left hand, reaching down to shove his hand between her thighs, pressing his fingers up into her slit, calloussed fingers sliding over her slick folds.
 
"You slut!" he exclaims. "You're getting off on this!"
 
Carol hangs her head, her cheeks burning with shame.
 
His right hand is suddenly there, wrapped around her throat, squeezing, tightening. She jerks her head up, staring wide-eyed at him. "Mhgph!" she splutters weakly around her ballgag.
 
He stares in her eyes. "Don't look away from me," he commands, his voice low and threatening.
 
Carol nods her head frantically. "Mhm-hm!" she gasps.
 
His lips curl. "You're just getting more wet!" he says contemptuously, his fingers caressing her soft flesh. "I'm a pervert, but you're a slut!"
 
Carol trembles, her body caught in his grip, his stare, his bonds. Her breasts heave, her nipples standing out hard. She stares back into his eyes, his contemptuous gaze and she burns with shame, with shame and also with arousal.
 
Then something changes, a flicker behind her eyes, something clicking in her brain. Instead of flinching away from his grip on her neck, she lifts her chin slightly, inviting it. She presses her hips forward, arching her pained back to rub her wet hot flesh against his rough fingers. She looks him in the eye and she smiles around the huge ballgag he gave her; a wicked inviting smile reflected in the gleam in her eyes.
 
He stares at her for a long moment, his expression unchanging. Then he smiles, slowly, his eyes shifting, a look of delight on his face as he presses his fingers up hard into her soft flesh, flexing his fingers to caress her, his calloussed fingertips rubbing against her, sending sparks flying on her nerves; her helpless trained body quivers with reaction to hot pleasure radiating through her, a soft moan slips past her gagged lips as she stares at him, inviting, begging.
 
He smirks, then leans close, still holding her by the throat, and he presses his lips to hers, kissing her around the huge ballgag.
 
Carol moans in helpless delight, her lips working around the rubber ball to kiss him back, she presses herself weakly toward him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her naked legs caressing his, her feet catching behind his knees; she moans in passion, her eyes closed as she clings to him with a sudden desperate need stronger than any fear.
 
He breaks it off and draws back to look her in the eye with a chuckle. "You are going to spend a lot of time screaming!" he tells her.
 
Carol pants, her body trembling, her crotch pressed hard against his - she can hardly wait!