"Yes Master." I ran to the bedroom and lay myself down, spreading my arms and legs out as far as I could. After that brutal rape that almost killed me, I was looking forward to some old fashioned fucking. Master appeared at the door a short while later. He activated some controls and my limbs locked into place and my vision went black. I could hear him moving around, but could not tell what was happening. Soon, though, I felt a hand on my leg. He slowly caressed it, dragging his nails down the inside of my thighs. I shivered, the near pain warming my skin, arousing me. I moaned, calling out wordlessly. He brought his second hand to bear, working both legs at once, doubling the pleasure. Unable to see, I could not tell when he would next touch me. The anticipation was driving me as wild as the touches themselves. By the time that he started scraping my belly and sides, I was a primed mass of pleasure, growing geometrically. I could feel fluid forming and running off of my cunt and my nipples were as hard as rocks. .....