The Barman

She awoke suddenly to the abhorrent sound of her alarm and considerable disorientation from the fact that she was at home, in her bed. She felt a little nauseous like she was hung over, she reached to silence her phone and an aching pain shot through her arm, it felt like she'd spent a day doing weights at the gym and was feeling it the day after, then she saw the angry red mark on her wrist and grasped it with the other as memories flooded her mind.

She remembered hanging from the ceiling of the bar and watching him walk out of the room as she was enveloped in darkness. She remembered the fear gripping her as she realised she was being left there to suffer, just like he said. Her choice, her decision that there was no coming back from now even if she wanted to and she remembered the deep primal arousal she had felt. She'd sobbed as the pain in her arms turned to numbness and then to intense burning agony and then...nothing. She had no memory beyond maybe an hour after he had left her.

Flinging the bedsheets back she went to slide from the bed but stopped short, she was naked. She was in her bed, in her house, and she was naked, how had she got there? And, she was completely naked, the cute tuft of pubic hair that she kept neat and tidy was gone without even the slightest trace of stubble left behind. She ran her fingers over the smooth skin there then climbed out of bed and grabbed a robe.

Wrapping it around her she surveyed the room and found her clothes on a chair, neatly folded with her shoes underneath, only her underwear was missing from the pile. She went from room to room and found everything in it's place, not a thing disturbed and eventually ended up at the front door where her keys lay on the floor having clearly been posted through the letter slot.

As she stood, contemplating this turn of events she realised she needed the bathroom and as she wandered back upstairs she bit her lip remembering herself casually sipping on a glass of his urine and spit. Part of her brain was mortified but the stronger part of her brain diverted her back to the bedroom as her hand wandered down between her legs.

Feeling satiated she stepped into the shower and let the slightly too hot water wash over her body wincing a little as the sores on her wrists stung. She filled her hands with foamy soap and ran it all over her body and then suddenly gasped as she ran her fingers up between her ass cheeks and noticed a change, something only the owner of such an intimate area could notice, the tiny hairs that usually reside there were also gone.

After her shower she sat on her bed, still damp and barely wrapped in a towel and thought about the night before, racked her brain to come up with the answer to what had happened after he'd left her hanging by her wrists, but she couldn't. In frustration she picked up her phone to find a distraction but caught her breath the moment it unlocked.

The photos app was open and the entire screen was filled with pictures of her. She scrolled up and found the first, a full length shot of her hanging limply by her wrists, illuminated by the flash but surrounded in the darkness of the bar. The next shot was similar, only rather than hanging she was laying on her bed, still fully clothed but clearly also very unconscious. Swiping left she watched a slow stop motion video of her clothes disappearing one by one and unconsciously pulled the towel up to cover herself more as feelings of violation and arousal flooded her psyche.

The pictures became more lewd, in the next her knees were bent and spread apart putting her pussy on display, partially spread, in the middle of the shot. The next was the same except her neatly kempt tuft of hair was coated in shaving foam and in the next it was gone. Abruptly she was on her front with her knees folded beneath her so that her ass was pushed up towards the camera and in the next shot a brown hand pulling one of her ass cheeks to the side exposing her hole and the furry little hairs around it, the one after that showed two hands, her cheeks spread wide apart and her hair free asshole on full display, she blushed deeply....between her legs.

The final photo was of her tucked up in bed and then there was a video. She turned her phone to it's landscape orientation and pressed play. The video showed another screen, it took her a moment to realise it was her own laptop screen which was being controlled off camera. A browser opened and then her heart sank as they opened the browsing history and began to scroll through the hundreds of websites, videos and stories she had accessed depicting the most extreme and taboo kinks she could find. Even she was shocked at the sheer amount of it as they continued to scroll down through the list comprised nearly exclusively of porn. Then the screen changed, they'd accessed a website, no a configuration page...for her router. She watched in horror as they accessed the parental controls, enabled them and off screen entered a password that must have been at least 20 characters long. Next they logged on to her phone providers website using the credentials saved to her laptop, they accessed the parental controls there and turned them on as well entering the same or a similarly long password.

She closed the video and accessed the browser on her phone loading up her favourite extreme porn site only to see the message "Adult content is blocked on this network". She frantically turned off her wifi connecting to the local cell network instead and tried the site again,

"Adult content is blocked on this network".

She tried a different site,

"Adult content is blocked on this network".

Her blood began to boil. The fact that he had clearly drugged her, stripped her, shaved her and taken lewd pictures of her completely faded into the background upon realising that he had removed her access to the torrent of extreme pornography that had been her main source of entertainment over the last year of singledom. Did he not understand that she needed it? Needed it to keep sane, did he not understand that it was those desires that had led her to keep coming back to his bar night after night? She absentmindedly rubbed the marks on her wrists, the thought of him calming her anger despite him being the one it was aimed at. 

Over the next few hours she tried everything she could think of to get around the simple restrictions he had put in place but it was no use, even swallowing the humiliation of calling the phone company didn't do any good as they insisted she would need the password "she" as the owner of the account had set. Her frustration continued to rise as the day went on, not the frustration of her situation but her sexual frustration, she was like an addict needing a fix because withdrawal was setting in.

She stripped off her clothes and moved to her bed letting her fingers wonder between her legs as she imagined herself blindfolded, tied spreadeagled and helpless as a guy touched her body, running his hands all over her and then attaching strong clamps to her nipples causing her to gasp and moan. Then his fingers penetrated her, two, then three, then four, filling her as his thumb began to rub her swelling clit. His hand pushed deep stretching her and his thumb rubbed harder as she closed in on her climax, the pain in her nipples throbbing and her pussy burning from being so full and then in her minds eye he ripped off the blindfold reeling the shit eating grin of the barman who yanked his hand from her pussy.

In reality she had pulled her own hand out of now gaping pussy and released the vice like grip she'd had on her nipple just as her orgasm climaxed, her pussy and body convulsed as if the orgasm was rippling through her as normal but she didn't feel the usual release or pleasure, the sudden removal of stimulation caused her orgasm to be ruined and only left her more frustrated than ever. She put a pillow over her face and screamed into it.