Liz, her hand buried between her legs follows the woman out of the club. Her mind filled with thoughts of lust and the pleasure coursing through her body as she walks. Once outside the woman walks over to a dark Crown Vic and opens the door for Liz. Without a word or thought Liz gets in and finds her friend Cherri in the back seat, the smell of musk heavy in the confines of the car. Cheri turns and pulls Liz into an embrace kissing her deeply, her hands reaching for Liz's breasts. Her mind so clouded she does not fight or object to getting in the car with her friend. She moves into the car and falls onto of her friend who she head been waiting for and forgotten till now. The woman gets in and looking in the mirror smiles at her prize. Liz hears the commanding voice, the voice of her goddess, "Take her, use her" as she is caught up in Cheri's passionate kiss.

The smell of sex waifs through the air catching Liz's nose. The pleasure grows more within her and she is drowning in it. Embracing Cherri Her hands feeling the softness and warmth of her friend. Her lips seeks the gently yet hungry lips that kiss her and pull her in more to the pleasure. Liz moans as Cherri caresses her breasts and she in turn finds herself returning the sensual touching. In her mind, the whispers of lust and pleasure sound strong as her own thoughts take on the voice inside of her. At once her body shudders with pleasure and a moan escapes her lips. Hands start roaming Cherri's body as Liz's lips kiss and search for places to taste.

Cherri's hands and mouth hungrily devour Liz's flesh where it's exposed. She tears Liz's blouse sending a shower of buttons flying as she seeks the mounds and rose buds hidden. The Woman watches a moment or two and then starting the car drives out from the parking lot. As she drives the scent of her musk fills the car and minds of the pair behind her. One hand on the steering wheel and the other between her legs she drives with one eye on the road and the other in the mirror and passion that is going on in the back seat. She smiles as Cherri moves her mouth down Liz's body hands ripping at her jeans. So filling is the lust in the car that the woman does not notice the red light she drives through and is confused for a min when the red lights of a police car turns on behind her. With a blip of the siren from the cop car she pulls over her eyes more in tune with the back seat and the frantic lovemaking then the coming of the officer.

Liz getting more and more lost within the pleasure and the touch from her friend as each moment goes by. Her hands and lips seem to take on a life of their own as she kisses her friend and then lays back in the seat of the car feeling hands ignite the passion even more. Moans leave her lips as her mind clouds over more and more only seeing the pleasure and passion remain. She tried to comply with the whisper of the pleasure in her mind. Moving she began to rock her hips while her hands roamed the contours of her friend. Meanwhile the male officer stopped behind the black Crown Vic and proceeded to log his stop before getting out of the car to talk with the driver. He took out his book and started writing down the plate number and other information for a ticket while he waited for the window to be rolled down.

The woman rolls down the window just as the office notices what is going on in the back seat. "What the..." he starts to say when the heavy musk, the woman's mixed with the pair in the back seat waft out to him. "Yes officer?" the woman says in a husky voice a smile playing on her lips. The officer's legs all but buckle and he has to grab onto the window ledge at the lust and orgasm ripples through him the pleasure causing his eyes to roll back in head. The woman sees the growing hardness and wet spot form on his trousers, his breathing harsh. She looks in the mirror thinking fast and then opens her door moving him back out of the way. Going to the back door she reaches her hand out to Cherri and says, "Come to me" Cherri without a backwards glance gets out of the car, her friend laying in the backseat laying forgotten like her clothing. She takes the officers hand and places it in Cherri's and says to her, "You belong to him now. Forget all but his pleasure..." she turns to the officer. "Live for the pleasure. Forget all but her needs." She picks up his notebook, rips out the page with her car information, and tosses the notebook on the ground. Closing the back door she gets in and pulls away leaving the pair on the side of the road with Cherri on her knees before him head bobbing back and forth on his member.

As Cherri left the car, Liz whimpered and then like before found herself fondling herself without another thought to anything. Her mind wrapped up in her pleasure. Her hands back over her breasts and in between her legs frantically finding the orgasms coming one after another. She was oblivious to anything around her except the whisper of the pleasure that now rules her. Liz loses consciousness every so often while her hands are busy deep inside of her.

The woman drives onward into the night. Several hours pass before they pull up to a simple suburban home. Pulling into the garage the woman gets out and leads Liz into the house. As Liz is lead through the house she slowly walks feeling worn and more like a zombie then human. Still feeling the pleasure however she manages to walk and follow the will willingly. The woman takes her over to a bedroom and then guides her to the bed, ties her arms and legs spread eagle. She slowly smiles and then turns leaving Liz there.

Once in the bedroom she lays down and then starts to whisper as her arms are bound so she cannot touch herself. The need pulsing in her body with no relief in sight. Once all limbs are bound and the air clears, Liz stirs out of her dream like world and begins to realize her situation. Now it's too late to fight or escape. Lying there she looks up at the ceiling confused at how she got there and how long she been gone. Her mind starts to wander over things and possibilities. Her body still excited as her mind tries to find the answers to all the missing time and events that lead her here now. There was an ache that plagued her that kept her from searching too far. It was coming from her little nub and lower lips, sitting there, and craving that which now eluded her. Liz's body was now becoming tenser as her body woke up from its captivity. She could not help but feel the pain of cramps set in and muscles begin to ache from overuse and the way she now laid. The woman gets a snack and then heads to the bedroom to watch a little late night TV before turning out the light and going to sleep.

It is midmorning before she wakes and getting up gets a cup of coffee and heads down to look in on her visitor. She slides a little panel on the door open and sees Liz lying there seemingly asleep. She closes the small door and then heads back up stairs to finish her morning coffee. Throughout the time Liz is laying there she has bouts of sleep but then a pain from her aching flower or her limbs would wake her up again. This process would repeat throughout the night. Liz did not know what time it was or what day it was. She had no way to know how long she had been tied up like that or if anyone came to see her. As she lay in the bed still bound, she thought she heard a noise. Too exhausted to look she just laid there trying to rest before the next pain came. She heard it again and got enough strength to look but saw nothing but the door. Her head dropped back to the bed and she begins to cry. Feeling exhausted again she fell into a short slumber.

Around noon the woman opens the door and enters the room. She moves over to the side of the bed and sits down looking at Liz who is just starting to become aware of her and the scent. The woman's hand slowly reaches out to caress Liz's body her fingers causing the flesh below to ripple. She smiles and in a husky voice says, "Did you have a good nap my pet?" The excitement of having Liz in this position plainly showing on her face and by the strength of her musk is exciting her in other ways too. Liz's mind gets the scent first as her eyes clear up and her head turns to see the woman now in the room. She struggles in her bonds but cannot move. There is a moment where Liz thinks she is still dreaming until the pleasure is ignited and coursing through her body. The woman's touch is pleasing and very heightened on Liz's body. This makes her moan as the touch mixed with the scent drives her to start grinding in the air and to the touches from the strange woman. A moan comes to her lips and the word "Yes" escapes it to reply to the question and to wanting more of what she is feeling. Confused and a bit fearful Liz tries to fight it but soon the pleasure reinvades her mind to where she is thinking only of it while other things around her start to fade. Liz feels helpless in a new way being bound and finds herself trying hard to resist but gives in once she realizes just how good it is not to fight.

The woman smiles as she watches Liz's reaction. Her fingers still do nothing more then stroke Liz's belly. "Good girl" she says. Her hand moves down between Liz's legs to caress her flower fingers sliding up and down over her lips before continuing. "You like this feeling... never want it to stop... a good girl" over and over her words repeat themselves her voice calming and almost mind numbing. Her fingers move to open Liz's flower and dip in to find the wetness there and move against her entrance. "Never stopping... live pleasure... please me... good girl" her voice intones in and through Liz as she excites her taking her and pushing her body over the edge. She pulls her fingers away and slides them up over Liz's belly leaving a trail before removing them completely. Liz moves and her back arches to meet the touch from the woman. Her mind fills with sensations and tingles of pleasure. She buckles under the woman as she caresses the thighs and reaches her flower. It is puffy and hot. Her hips start to push up to get a hold of the woman's fingers. Moans and gasps leave more frequent from Liz as the touches become steadier and the fire within grows to burn. The words hit Liz like music and she begins to say them in a hurried breath. "Like feeling...don't stop.... good...girl. Like the feeling, don't stop, good girl. Good girl like feeling and don't stop." The progression of the commands to Liz were being accepted as her mind made it all one thing and told her that good girls like pleasure and she was just that a good girl. The voice of the woman seems to fade every so often from her ears but in her mind she is there talking the praises of pleasure to Liz. She smiles and moans as it fills her more. Her hips become more rapid in their attempt to hold the finger there. She rocks her hips to the ceiling finger as it teases her entrance and tastes the nectar inside. Her whole body feeling tingles like fingers caressing her. She keeps pushing even after the woman pulls her finger out and trails in back up to her belly. The orgasm flows through her as her resistance is gone and her mind now focused on getting more.

"More?" The woman asks Liz looking at her with a strange smile on her face. Before Liz can gather her thoughts to answer she continues, "Then you will have to earn it." Liz heard the question and tried to answer knowing she did want and need more. Her eyes locked on the woman and she was lost to the pleasure still to fully answer. Liz moved wiggling to try and maintain the pleasure which was slowly fading but not gone. Looking up at the woman and wondered what she meant. She breathed her question. "How..." The woman smiles and slowly licks her damp fingers at Liz. Liz turns her head to see the woman taste the covered fingers. A part of her was captured by her and wanted to worship her. Another part was sickened but that would soon fade before the day would end. She watched her clean her fingers as if she had eaten chicken and was licking her fingers clean. Liz was unsure about what was to come and soon would not care.

Continuing the woman says, "You'll just have to wait and see." Her hand moves back to Liz's body again and wet fingers massage Liz's breast and pulls at her nipple. "Cum" her voice soft and husky, "A good girl cums on command" she continues her other hand moving to the other breast to massage and roll that nipple. When the woman bent back down to play and caress her breasts, Liz felt the pleasure from it and moaned. She moved her back up to push herself into the hands more. The pinches gave her little nub between her legs a jump-start and she felt little throbs now. Moaning she began to once more push her hips into the air. What was happening to her and why did she react the way she was. She could not help but feel the pleasure building and wanting it there. Just as Liz goes back into the throws of pleasure the woman stops and then says, "Are you my good girl?" Liz could not answer in words as her body rocked with pleasure. She let out a loud moan and nodded. The throbs grew and she whimpers and moans as her body tried to push its way to it. Standing up the woman moves and removes the cuffs holding Liz spread eagle on the bed replacing them with leg irons with only about 12 inches of chain between the cuffs. Moving up the other side of the bed she bends down to kiss and suck at a nipple before releasing that wrist. She could feel herself be let out of the spread eagle hold but still could not move as something else was replacing it. She did not right now. Liz moaned and rose as the woman kissed her nipple playfully. Falling back to the bed she felt a rush come to her.

Coming back to the first side she releases the first wrist and hand cuffs Liz's hands in front of her. "Good girls don't run." she says. Liz's hands move on their own between her legs and moaned as she started touching her clit and lips. In her mind the rule of don't run echoed in her. She had no wish to go anywhere right now. The woman reaches between her legs and dips a pair of fingers into herself. She takes them to Liz's lips and wipes them back and forth filling and covering them with her musk. "Suck" she says as she pushes them into Liz's mouth. She watched the woman do as she was doing and then was shocked when she felt the wetness from it on her lips. The smell she took in as she tried not to swallow or gag. Her own hands helped betray her struggle as she moaned and gasps letting the juices and taste fill her mouth. When her mouth opened she felt the fingers go in and without too much of a fight she began to suck the woman's lovely fingers as if they were nipples and she was a baby.

The woman lets Liz suck on her fingers and play with her clit a few minutes before pulling them out. She moves then down to Liz's belly and wipes them off on her skin before standing. "Come" she says and taking one of Liz's arms gets her to a standing position. She walks her out of the room and down a short hall to a bathroom. "Pee" she says pointing to the toilet. She moves and helps Liz sit down and then stands waiting for her to go her foot tapping impatiently. Liz got up and walked with the woman stumbling some over the chains. She was semi helpless that way and clumsy. Liz nodded and sat on the toilet wanting to go but she could not now. Finally after standing there looking down at Liz for 10 minutes she says, "Bad girls feel no pleasure.... Bad girls keep me waiting... Your a bad girl" In a heartbeat the musk if whipped from the air and a feeling of emptiness takes its place. Liz looked up from the seat trying to go still. Tears started to fall from Liz as the emptiness got unbearable. "I don't want to be bad..." Liz tried to touch herself while there but nothing she did brought it back. Finally she went pee but it was too late for the pleasure was gone, and the woman was upset.