Blindfolded, ganged and sold

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

I was in a world of darkness despite the fact that I had my eyes open, and for a few seconds I could not fathom why. Then I realised that there was a fabric of some kind across my eyes. I was blindfolded. Why? What was the hell was going on?

I tried to recall where I had been last. I had been in bed alone, my husband was away for a business trip for the weekend. I had been having a dream, one about a cloth on my mouth, a terrible taste and smell, and then being taken out of my bed and into a van of some sort. But perhaps that had not been a dream.

I then became aware of a cool breeze on my skin, I was shivering slightly. I was naked. I instinctively put an arm across my chest and a hand between my legs.

Then I heard some voices, a door being unlocked and opened, and what sounded like a lot of footsteps surrounding me. Was I in a cage of some sort?

“So this is the bitch?”

“Yeah, married as well.”

“Great, married pussy always sells that little bit extra. Good to see you’ve blindfolded her so she never sees our faces, the last guy couldn’t even manage that.”

“Take you hands of your tits and cunt so we can see them.”

The tone of the voice suggested that I should not disobey. I did as told, and reluctantly took my arms down to the sides.