Charlene passed out because the orgasms became too much for her. One orgasm rolling into another. One on top of another. Endless extreme, intense pleasure sent her into overload. So many wide open nerve endings just exploding time after time after time sending the younger woman's mind and body into warp mode. There had been no way in the end for her to get away from it, to escape it - other than to black out. And she did black out. At the height, at the very precipice of one of those orgasms her mind, her brain shut down and she passed out.

And then there was that long, slow process of coming round again. Except the longer that process went on, the more a realisation came to Charlene. This was her second attempt at coming round. She had been right the first time round - she couldn't move. She tried to move what she thought would have been her arms and legs, but there was nothing. It was like her arms and legs were too heavy to move, but in addition that she was being prevented from moving them. She had thought that she could move her tongue, but now things were a little more clearer in her head, she realised that she couldn't possibly be moving her tongue. She couldn't be doing that because her mouth was wide open and it was full. Full of something. She though to herself that she should maybe open her eyes. Or at least try to open her eyes. But for some reason she didn't want to do that. It was like a slither of fear, for no apparent reason, that she wouldn't like what she saw if and when she did open her eyes. So she kept them closed. Oddly, at this time she just hoped that her eye lashes were still intact. They had cost her a fortune and where she possibly should have been thinking about what the fuck was going on here - she wasn't. It was like a basic thing, a base instinct steering her thoughts about what was happening away from her. Making her think of the fluffy things and not the dark things hiding in the corner.

That waking up, that coming round process was so slow. So slow. Maybe another basic instinct that existed for protection and self-preservation. Maybe it was a good thing, a good thing for Charlene to feel her head clearing before those sensational eyelashes flickered and slashed up and down when she eventually did force herself to open her eyes. In her mind she tried to talk. There were words forming in her mind, but the process of getting them to her mouth and out seemed to be the problem there. Her mouth was full. And it was reamed open and held like that. Her tongue was being pressed down into the bottom of her mouth. That was because whatever was in her mouth was taking up all the space, and some more besides. And then something else came to her. Her breasts. Uhhh, they felt heavy. Unsupported. But there was something else as well. Her nipples - they were throbbing. Throbbing like in time with her pulse. She knew it was in time with her pulse because she could hear her heartbeat inside her head. There was a throbbing to her nipples and a constriction as well - as though there was this little bit of tugging. Right at the base of each nipple. There was another moaning sound - a wet, muffled moaning sound from deep inside her mouth. From the back of her throat even. And then the sound of her expelling air through her nostrils. She didn't know why, but her nostrils felt flared, wide open. That was because they were. It was how she was breathing. It might not have dawned on her as she woke up, but those flared nostrils were her only method of breathing with her pretty, lipsticked mouth so wide open, and so filled.

Charlene must have been over halfway through the waking process when she became aware of the pain. At first it had been like an ache. But the more she came round, the more she became aware, the more she felt actual pain. It was a sharp pain that was coming from three distinct areas. The points of her knees. Like the most substantial portion of her entire weight was going through the points of her knees. And with that realisation was that her legs were spread wide open. Wider open than she might have been normally comfortable with meaning a telling pressure on her hips was evident. At first she had registered the lower parts of her legs. The shapely calfs, her feet. They hadn't been on her radar until she had tried to wriggle her toes. Or she had thought she had tried to wriggle her toes, but nothing! It was only when her brain tried to send the signals to move her lower legs did she realise that she had no control over them. She tried to move them but nothing. She moaned again. There must have been a slight twitch, or a slight attempt to move in her entirety - it was then that she realised that her legs had been doubled up. Basically disabled. Her ankles being brought up behind her thighs and then secured there with wide, heavy duty latex strapping. And yes, yes it was that most of her entire weight was gown down through her central axis and to her knees. With those knees then spread wide, that wide was transferred down through her central core and through her spine even though she was at an angle, and tilted forward. That was the third point of pain. The pain in her spine. It was another sharp, acute pain that affected how she breathed. It only affected how she breathed as she came round though. As her head cleared and as she became more aware.

Charlene moaned again and there was that jittery breathing. Like she was holding her breath and then let it go through her flared nostrils. Her closed eyes rolled and her delicious eyelashes flickered but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. She was becoming afraid. But she didn't become consciously afraid. It was like something that crept up on her. Like something that crept up on her slowly. Like being afraid was the last thing on her mind, but it was there anyway. By the time realisation dawned on her that she was actually worried, scared even, she was in the advanced stages of waking. She wasn't used to being scared or worried. Charlene was a stunning beautiful dominant woman in the truest sense of the word. She had a twisted mind and destroyed and ruined men on more or less a daily basis. There was no limits to what she was capable of. Or no twists that she would not inflict in order to gratify herself financially and sexually. But she wasn't used to this. Long before she opened her eyes she was figuring out than something was wrong. Very wrong. But it was ok, at first, she was riding along with it. There was a possibility that she was inside this bad dream and that at any time she might come out of it. But that was a thing, or a thought that was fading. It was fading to grey. She tried to move her hands. Nothing! A sure sign that she was waking more and more was that her 'thoughts' of moving her limbs were being transferred into actual attempts. The problem was that with those attempts came the nerve shredding pain. It felt like her hands were secured, at the wrists, back to back. The most natural thing in the world was for her to try to wriggle her fingers. Or curl her fingers and she did that. But there was this immediate, acute pain that seemed to blend into her shoulders which in turn fed the pain already infesting her spine. She snorted, rather inelegantly through her nostrils and then settled again.