She had no idea where she was. There was a cold hard floor underneath her naked back. She was blindfolded and her ears were covered. She tried to open her eyes but the blindfold had been placed so tightly that she couldn't. Her thoughts raced back and forth frantically between, 'Where am I?' and, 'How did I get here?' She tried to move her arms but couldn't. She tried to move her legs, but those too would not move. She could now feel the hard leather that surrounded each of her limbs and she let out a small panicked scream. She was completely bound and immobile. Her legs had been pulled open, leaving her pussy completely exposed. She desperately searched her mind for an explanation or even just a clue. How did this happen to her? But she couldn't remember anything.

The panic that was beginning to consume her was suddenly interrupted as she felt something tickling her calves. The tickling sensation moved slowly up her inner thighs. Her body involuntarily responded to the touch and her nipples hardened painfully as goose bumps broke out across her body. The tickling had reached the bottom of her slit and worked it's away along the length of it, pushing more insistently against the lips of her pussy. She felt a finger slide in and lightly caress her inner lips, coming teasingly close to her clit but never actually making contact. She frantically tried to control her body, tried to stop the flow of wetness that was increasing with every stroke of the finger. As the finger continued to arouse her she felt the heat build to a fire that she was rapidly losing control of.

The battle her mind had waged against her body was lost with the initial pain of hot wax hitting her breasts. She moaned as her body betrayed her and succumbed to a small orgasm. She felt the finger leave her and she tried to convince herself that she didn't miss the exquisite torture it had inflicted on her.

Her heightened sense of smell picked up the scent of the candle as it came closer to her. This time she was prepared for the shock and her body tensed as she waited for it. She waited for what felt like an eternity, her apprehension growing stronger with each excruciating second. Finally, the first wave of pain hit her followed by incredibly intense warmth as the wax hit first her right breast and then her left. Without the finger stimulating her pussy the pain was stronger. Her body was still trying to adjust to the new heat added to her chest when she felt something cool being spread across her pussy. The contrast of heat and cold excited her and the wetness between her legs began to increase again.

She couldn't hear the sound of the razor sliding against her pussy but she could feel it. The razor was gently gliding across her mound, leaving bare skin after it. Her pussy was being shaved and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her mind bucked against such an invasion but the razor continued to expose her most private area as the wax continued to heat her breasts.

The finger was back, this time pulling on her outer lips, adjusting them so as the razor could do its job more efficiently. A fingertip brushed against her clit and a shiver ran through her body. This one seemingly accidental touch sent memories flooding back to her. She had been here for days, maybe even weeks. He/she had kept her here and tortured her like this before. At one point she had thought that the finger belonged to a woman, its touch so gentle. Another time she had thought it was a man; its touch had been so rough. Other times she was convinced there were many people touching her at once. And finally she stifled the argument within herself and began to think of her captor as "the finger". She no longer cared whom it belonged to, she was more afraid that she would never find out.

This is how it always went - the person(s) who held her captive did not want her to know. He/she/they just used her body, made it feel things that it had never felt before. These sessions lasted as long as she could stand. They only ended when she passed out from the intensity of her orgasms. She thought a game was being played with her - a contest to see how long she could last. And each session had lasted longer than the previous. The finger knew her better than she herself did. It knew when to stop and when to start. It knew where to play. It knew when to be gentle and when to be cruel. The finger owned her body.

The razor had just barely left her naked pussy when she felt the familiar sting of hot wax, this time on her inner thighs. The warmth spread across her thighs as hot wax dripped down towards her ass. Her breath quickened and the covering on her ears amplified its sound within her head. More wax poured onto her thighs. It began to pool on her anus. She felt it harden, trapping its highly concentrated warmth directly on her asshole, still sensitive from whatever she had been fucked with the session before.

Fingers began to stroke her nipples. The wax on her chest had cooled significantly but was now replaced with the heat of arousal as the fingers pinched and teased her swollen nipples. Her rapid breathing became a short gasp of pain/pleasure as the fingers gave her nipples one last particularly hard squeeze. The fingers moved back down to her ass where they came to rest for a moment, pressing the heat deeper into her flesh.

The finger continued to press deeper, spreading the wax as it moved. More wax dripped directly on her anus and the finger promptly entered her again, coating her anal passage with fresh hot wax. The heat soothed the ache and pain that still lingered from her last session with the finger. Was that yesterday? Or just a few hours ago? She had no way of knowing.

A voice whispered inside her head, "You like this."

Her mind countered with a tentative, "No, I don't. I just want to go home."

But the voice continued, "You want this. You've always wanted this. I know it and you know it. Don't fight it."

She thought that she was going crazy. The finger was back on her pussy, again stroking the length of her moistness. She tried to combat both the pleasure coming from her stroked clit and the whisper inside her head simultaneously. Both forces were consuming her, trying to convince her to fully release herself to the power of the finger.

She desperately cried out loud, "NO! I won't listen to you!"

The finger responded by quickening its pace and the voice told her to beg for more. It told her to surrender her control completely.

She shook her head back and forth frantically, both to deny the voice's request and also in attempt to subside the building orgasm within her. The finger continued to circle her engorged clit. She felt something hard and thick press against her vaginal entrance. The whisper spoke again.

"I am your deepest darkest self. I hold your blackest of desires. You cannot deny me any longer. I am a part of you. WE need this! Surrender. Beg. Plead. We need this! Beg it to fuck us. We need this. Beg it to fuck us!"

She was powerless to stop both the whisper and the finger working its magic on her. The finger kept teasing her; getting her closer and closer to her peak, yet not close enough. She knew that it would not allow her to cum unless she begged for release. She couldn't quiet the whisper inside her head that was now chanting, "Beg for it. We need this."

With a pained whisper of her mouth she asked the finger for more. She was disgusted with herself for her automatic inclusion of the word, "please", at the end of her request. The finger answered with a squeeze of her clit that sent enormous pleasure throughout her body. But it wasn't enough. She needed to be filled. She cried as the last of her resolve crumbled and she clearly and loudly begged the finger, "Please fuck us, we need this."

Her answer was immediate and strong. A hard cock entered her begging pussy and drove deep within her, sending her body to the highest plane it had reached yet. Her body shook with the intensity of pleasure he brought her. She felt the walls of her pussy stretch to receive him. Her hips tried to raise to meet his thrust. With each of his deep hard thrusts waves of pleasure racked her body. How was it possible that she was still climbing higher? Where was the sweet release she had begged for?

Her body shivered uncontrollably against the fever within her. She felt his hand reach down between her legs, his finger searching out her clit. She could feel his cock swelling within her, stretching her further. His finger found her clit and with one hard squeeze sent her over the edge. Her juices flooded out of her pussy drenching him completely. With one deep final thrust he filled her with his cum. She continued to feel the pulses of her orgasms with each spurt of his still cock, until her body once again could take no more and she lost consciousness.

Her captor held her in the peaceful aftermath. He hadn't played the whispered tape in her ears this time. Her begging had truly come from within. She was his now. Completely.