Calling for Mary
by Dirk Dirker




She could hear the others searching for her, but it was a large mansion and
searching it would take them hours. Hours and hours, even if they just opened every
door and cast a glance inside every room. If they maybe later came to the conclusion
that it would be better to look into every closet and check under every bed,
searching more thoroughly, another day would already have passed.

She heard them calling for her and tried to answer. But the soft rubber gag in her
mouth and the tight hood around her head did not let out a single sound. She tried
to move once more, but by now the strict hogtie had made her arms and legs so stiff
she didn’t even feel much of them anymore. Sweat covered her naked body and tears
welled from her eyes.

The small clamp on her clit warmed up again, the dildos in her anus and pussy
started working once more, and she shuddered and jerked like a trapped animal, but
was still so massively restricted that the box she had been locked in would not even
creak. She realized she was already going crazy and that another day in this
situation might push her to a place from which there would not be a way back.

She heard their calls fade as they moved to another part of the mansion. She cried
and orgasmed, jerked and orgasmed, cried and cried and came again. At some point she
just gave up and melted with the darkness she had been locked in.