This guy I know only enjoys necrophilia sex…and I ended up helping him. He came over one night wanting to just hang out and chat. It was Friday night and we just sat and had coffee, but I started feeling strange. My head was fuzzy and I wanted to go to sleep. When I woke up I covered head to toe in plastic wrap. I was totally immobile and could only breathe with the small slit by my mouth and nose. My face and eyes were wrapped as well. I couldn’t even move my fingers; it felt as though each one was wrapped individually.
I started to feel myself being turned over. And after a bit of nothing I feel a sharp suddenly split in my ass and it keeps going harder and faster, he’s fucking my ass. I try to make a noise but my throat, where my voice box is, is taped tightly enough to constrict me from making any noise at all. I feel him cumming in my ass and then I am rolled over again. I don’t know how long passed by when I again felt I was being fucked, this time in my pussy. I could help getting wet, I was being fucked. I felt clamps on my tits being pulled too hard for me to take, I tried again to scream or yell but I couldn’t. I lost count how many times he fucked my pussy and my ass. He used me up really hard.
I woke up, said Thursday on my clock. I was in bed, naked, really sore ass and a really sore pussy. When I was finally oriented to my surroundings…I figure out it’s been 2 weeks. Holy fuck.