She screamed again, futilely, into the gag and redoubled her efforts against the restraints, but to no avail. She realized that she was accomplishing nothing by fighting against immovable bonds. It was only going to tire her out.
"Hush, hush..."
Jenna lay still, sniffling, allowing the strangers to continue touching her body in concert, every part of her exposed flesh seeming to get some kind of unwanted attention. The hands on her breasts continued to knead them, tug at her nipples, rub the warm oil into them, making them hard. The other hands touched and caressed her ears, neck, hair, playfully, sensually. Jenna had never had sex, but she imagined that this was the kind of soft touch a man she wanted might give her when they made love. Only, this was not a man she loved. But this was a group of total strangers that had invaded her room and tied her down, forcing the teasing on her prone, naked body.
Between her legs, the invading digit had managed to get her clit excited and now rubbed it with more vigor, making Jenna pant and her stomach tighten with reluctant arousal. A sound broke the quiet dark, like an electric hum, and then something vibrated against one of her nipples. Jenna let out a moan at the feeling that teased her hard nub, and then another touched her other nipple. The finger at her pussy continued its work on her increasingly excited clit, flicking it back and forth now, in a familiar, masturbatory fashion that she'd often used on herself.
Jenna's breathing became more ragged as the strangers continued their teasing of her body, hands all over her, touching softly, the vibrators on her nipples, the probing finger forcing her to become excited by their ministrations. Her arms pulled against the restraints again, but not in an attempt to get away this time. Now, they were tight because her body was shaking with the feeling of an approaching orgasm. Her hips began to press against the finger on her clit, following some biological reaction to the feeling of pleasure they were forcing on her. The vibrators made small circles on her nipples. Fingers traced the edges of her ears, brushed her neck, up her cheeks, and then repeated the motion.
Against her will, she felt the climax building from deep inside of her stimulated clit, working its way through her nerve fibers and making her head light. She groaned with pleasure as it approached, but then it was snatched away as the finger on her clit moved and slid back down her slit, which was now quite wet with her own secretions, as well as the oil. Jenna groaned again, this time in frustration as her orgasm was denied.
The finger pushed deeper between her wet pussy lips, smearing her own traitorous juices between them, then the fingers pressed her pussy lips together and massaged her folds, making her squirm. This continued for several moments, and then the finger withdrew, but the other teasing continued. Another hum from a vibrator added its song to the other two, and then she felt something small, rounded and vibrating touch her needy quim, playing along her wet slit, providing only the barest vibration against her skin, as though the stranger was touching only the edge of it to her flesh.
Jenna wiggled her hips and began to cry again, feeling disgusted with her own body as it tried, in vain, to get that vibrating toy to push itself against her. It would not. It continued to trace the folds of her pussy up and down, smearing the oil and her fuck honey between her legs, until she felt like she could burst. Then, the thing did press harder, resting against her engorged clit and making her hump her pussy upward to meet it as her head filled with pleasurable warmth. The vibrations strummed through her clit, creeping up her tummy, mingling with the teasing touches and vibrations on her breasts, crawling up her tight and panting throat, where they met the gentle caresses about her head and combined into the feeling of a building orgasm that she knew would make her see stars.
Jenna's body shook, her hips wriggling, arms and legs straining against her restraints, her back arching off the bed as the incredible feeling neared its end. She moaned and whimpered into the gag, her body desperate for the orgasm. Again, though, the vibrator slid back down into her slit, and she nearly wailed at having the orgasm denied again.
Restrained, blind and gagged, Jenna had no sense of time. The pleasurable agony seemed to go on for hours. The strangers toyed with her, over and over, touching and vibrating her most sensitive spots and then continually denying her the chance to cum. When the hands on her face finally withdrew, Jenna was huffing heavily into the gag. Her arms and legs were numb and tired from her continued struggling as they teased her, denied her, teased her, and then denied her again.
The hands on her breasts withdrew. Now, there was only the vibrator between her legs, touching her clit for a second, withdrawing completely, humming in the dark until her impending orgasm receded, and then touching her again, ramping her up to the edge, only to repeat the process. Jenna was a sweating, drooling mess, her tired body and mind focused only on the release that her body demanded but couldn't achieve. She felt so tired, exhausted from the entire ordeal, hardly able to move, but her entire body kept quivering with need.
Finally, the hum of the vibrator stopped, and she felt a sense of panic that her cloudy head registered as regret at not being able to orgasm. The other sense was that this was it. Now, they would rape her. Only, they did not. She felt the hands go to work again, this time releasing the restraints from the bedframe. Her legs and arms were free, but her limbs were so numb and tired that she could hardly move them. She heard the sound of her door clicking shut quietly as she panted in the darkness.
For long moments, Jenna lay quivering as blood began to flow back into her extremities, until, finally, she could move them. She reached up and slid the blindfold off of her eyes, squinting against the moonlight that fell across the room from her window. Her weak fingers worked the gag out of her mouth, and she worked her sore jaw. Then, she froze. At the foot of the bed, between her legs, the glaring light of a tablet screen showed a video. It took her bleary eyes some time to focus enough to see the image on the screen.
The video showed her spread legs, her naked body, three pairs of hands encased in white rubber gloves, all of them teasing and touching, rubbing, and caressing. The timer on the video showed that it was four hours long. She watched her body quiver and buck against the treatment. Even now, her need to cum was so powerful that it seemed to override any other concern. Next to the tablet lay a small white vibrator with a rounded head and, somehow, she knew that this was the instrument of her torture. Next to it, lay a black card with the image of a pair of full, pouty lips, a finger over them in the universal sign for quiet.
Jenna snatched up the vibrator in a shaking hand, and as she watched the girl on the screen go from unwilling victim to desperate slut, controlled by her need to cum, she pressed the vibrating toy against her clit and finally got her release.
Chapter Three: The Ride
Jenna could hardly pull herself out of bed when her alarm went off two hours later. She cracked a bleary eye, and if it weren't for the small pile of padded cuffs, discarded gag and blindfold, the tablet and a vibrator in a small heap on her floor, she could have imagined that the nighttime invasion had been a dream. It had been real, though. At least three strangers had broken into her home and assaulted her. Raped her? Had it been rape? Yes. Rape was unwanted or unlawful sexual activity, so she supposed that forcing someone to the brink of orgasm for four hours qualified as rape.
If it was, it was the weirdest rape that she'd ever heard of. Whoever these people were, they'd made no attempt at all to get her to do anything with them. They seemed to only want to continually tease the fuck out of her and make her desperate to cum. What the fuck had happened last night? Should she report this? Probably. Someone had broken into the house, after all. They could have done other things to her family or robbed them. Suddenly afraid, Jenna stumbled from bed and threw on her robe. She snatched her phone from the nightstand, yanking the charging cord free from the port in her haste and flicked it open, her fingers hitting the phone icon and preparing to punch in the three digits she needed.
She froze as she approached her door, staring at the screen. With trembling fingers, she punched the text message notification from "unknown number" and her heart sank. The title read, "Hush, hush..." and below that a picture of her lips, a thick length of black fabric between them, but her face was not shown. Just the lips. Below this, a hyperlink stated, "Click here to see the past!"
Jenna clicked on the link, and it took her to her browser, where a web address that was nothing, but a string of random characters showed her a black page with a single video. The video was four hours long, and the still image below the video showed her face, clearly in the throes of pleasure. It looked every bit as though she were enjoying what was being done to her. Below this were the words, "Hush, hush..." followed by her address, phone number, email address, and links to her Facebook page and school's student profile.
The most terrifying thing, though, was the four images beneath this information. Four photos. Her mother. Her father. Her two brothers. All of them were sleeping soundly, completely unaware that they were now being used to blackmail her into silence. Jenna felt like she might throw up. She dry heaved into her trash can until her eyes watered, and then panted, her body quivering, spitting. What the fuck was she going to do?
