June was cold. She felt weightless, as though she had no body at all.
"June. Junie. Can you hear me?"
"Mmm.." June moved her head, and it was then that the pain came. Stars exploded behind her eye lids, and she felt sick.
"It's okay. You're okay, now."
She opened her eyes, but saw nothing. She struggled, but couldn't move. The voice that had been so reassuring a moment ago, was cold and cruel when it laughed.
"No point in struggling. Resistance is futile and all that. To be quite honest, I probably don't need to restrain you at all, considering the amount of blood you lost. It was a nasty accident, wasn't it?"
She couldn't remember. Had she been driving? She must have. Something.. no, someone had been standing in the road. She had swerved, and... no, that was all she could remember. The inky shadow silhouette of someone in the road, then the brightness of lights upon them. The slow, almost indifferent raising of their hand as if to block her car. The sound of glass shattering and metal screwing up like aluminum foil, and then the car horn. She remembered the dull unending sound of the car horn.
"Where am I?"
"Where no one can hear you."
"Who are you?"
"Pedestrian."
...
She woke to feel her legs being moved. She realized she was lying on a bed of some kind. Her eyes were still covered. There was a mechanical whirr, and the bed lifted her into a sitting position. Her legs were spread apart, and put into what felt much like stirrups. As she began to struggle, restraints were tightened around her ankles and waist.
"Why are you doing this? Stop!"
There was no answer, just silence. The silence lengthened. Suddenly, she felt something cool and smooth resting at the entrance to her pussy. She jumped, slightly. She hadn't realized before that she was naked. A finger ran the length of her slit, dipping in, and sliding up and down. Despite her fear, or perhaps because of it, she felt herself growing wet.
"No one can hear you." The voice was singsongy.
"Please.." She said. "Please don't hurt me."
The finger immediately withdrew, as if offended.
"No one will ever know you're here. Except me."
"Please..." Her voice shook, and she began to cry.
In an instant, something cool and smooth had been plunged inside of her. It wasn't thick, but it filled her. It pushed in slightly, then was motionless. There was silence. She tried to push it out, but it wouldn't budge. She felt her wetness around the thing. It didn't move. She lay, half sitting, with her legs spread and raised, with some unknown thing thrust deep inside her.
She tried to push away from it, but could only succeed in pulling away from it maybe a half an inch. Eventually, she would get tired, and slide all the way onto it again. She felt herself throbbing around it, and grew wetter, eventually wriggling around in a vain effort to achieve some kind of release, sexual or physical.
"Well, well, well." The voice was amused, cold. "We've been a busy girl, haven't we. Getting all wet and ready for daddy."
A finger traced the wetness that had pooled under her ass, and up, pausing to rub her clit until she shuddered.
"Mmm... we're just raring to go, aren't we."
The thing, now warm and wet with her juices, was slowly slid from her, and she tensed, as if trying to keep it in.
"Now now, patience, love. There'll be plenty of time for that."
She was left spread open, wet and empty. Every so often, he would touch her. Trace his fingers along her slit, dip in, barely, then out again. Down, up, circle her clit, then nothing.
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