Aaron

...you can't tell exactly of how long you've been unconscious, but for some odd reason, it felt unusually normal. At least not until a loud bang came to drag you back to the "normal" world.

"Oh...you're awake. Fuck, I guess the drug didn't work on you." Came a deep, masculine voice...you don't remember sleeping with anyone, let alone with a man.

...and here you were, roped tied against the delicate skin around your wrist. "It's futile to scream for help...count yourself lucky, young miss. No other man knows about you." Says the stranger, his monotone voice a hint of his growing arousal.

"...if you'll behave like a good, little girl. We'll keep it that way..." He paused, the bed beneath you came creaking as he kneeled above you. Making his intentions clear. "...unless, you want more of us to go coming at you." Added the man, before, without warning spread you wide open.