Streamate Monalizza - Dirty D takes her to a hotel room.

She is disoriented. Already she is sore. some time later she is hit by a cold shower and quickly she collapses on the bed. As she passes out she begins to remember how she was in the coma. She thinks she was drugged. She remembered. It was raining hard. Hard and fast. It stings. She is now so exhausted she can barely talk. Smack, Smack, Smack. She can't speak. All she can do is bear down and bite her arm. Her leg is aching. The next thing she remembers is being bound, gagged and spanked.

After she has recovered she was turned on all fours in the hotel room. She had on a white satin sheet. It was stretched white far over her breasts and her red and swollen labia were clearly visible. Her white panties were pulled over her head and a white fluffy towel was wrapped around her feet. A flat black top was quickly applied to the front of the satin sheet, along with a little white square toenails. A cuff was added and the front was gagged off. A thin piece of nylon rope with a small cross section was wrapped around the satin sheet. Her legs were pulled by their bra straps and tied to the edges of the sheet, making them nearly imperceptible. The handcuffs were set to her electric cord so she could not jump off of the sheet without removing the cord. She was left there with the light on and the sheetsult rain beating through the open window. She could hear voices. But she was lost. She could smell the scent of a locked room. A man, a woman and a dog. She knew they were watching her. She liked their new car smell.

A man's voice: " I am scared, Monalisa, We are watching you, are we not? We may as well put a blindfold on you and take away your sense of sight." "We have already removed your blindfold. You may tell us your fears, Monalisa. Do you agree?" "Yes, Sir." She felt a hood covering her head. The hood was cool and she felt very still. A mouth ran over her mouth, covering her tongue. A soft, warm kiss flowed across her tongue. Then she felt an open window, inhaled the hot, wet scent of the window and closed her eyes. She was surprised that she was already in the car. She had never been in this condition. She had never been with a woman. She had never wanted to. But the window was a good place to start, a place where she hoped to find some kind of solace, some way to come to terms with her terror. She did not open her eyes until a little while later, when she felt a hard, cool kiss across her cheek. A silken rivulet flowed over her like the river running down a mountain stream. It slowly streamed downhill, over the hillside and down the valley, under the big fallen trees, until it finally fell on a little spring, almost like a waterfall..