From Every Angle

You slowly open your eyes, moan as you become aware of pressure on your wrists. You find yourself surrounded by mirrors, you can see every angle of your body. Your arms are handcuffed at the wrist and are above your head, you point your toes as you strain to touch the floor beneath you. A hot light illuminates you and after a moment of staring at flesh glistening with a layer of sweat, tracing your smooth limbs and flat stomach, you drop your gaze to the one other thing inside the ring of mirrors.

It appears to be a block of wood, its top deeply stained a faded crimson. A slit runs through the center, from left to right as you look at it, and fear is sparked in your belly as scenarios run rampant through your mind. The last thing you remember was being in a dark corner of a club, the rumours of women being abducted hadn't been enough to stop your party life-style, and having a damp rag pressed over your face. Your gaze flicks to the mirrors as you notice the one behind you sliding out of place, an almost inhuman form fills the gap, and your eyes widen as he steps into the light.

Like you the man is nude, nothing is hidden from your wildly roving gaze. He is muscled and everything seems oversized, you quickly glance at his groin and audibly gulp at seeing his hardening shaft. He strides towards you, the mirror moves back to recreate the unbroken ring, and you shudder as he palms your breasts, as his breathing becomes heavy and loud in your ear. He wraps an arm around your waist as the other reaches up to unhook the handcuffs, soon only he holds you aloft, pressed tightly against his chest.

You're aware of his cock between your legs, it feels like it could support your weight, and slide along it as he releases you, groaning as you fall to the floor. You're sprawled upon the wooden block, feel its roughness on your nipples, and uselessly scrabble for purchase on anything as you're manhandled by the man. Your neck ends up over the slit, your breath comes quickly as you feel your legs being spread and then leaves you as the man thrusts forward, impales you on his lengthy cock. He grunts as he pounds you, a hand on your upper back keeps you pinned, and you can only stare at your expression in the mirror as you're taken. An involuntary orgasm blasts through you, your mind goes blank from the forced pleasure, and you hear the man's breath hitch, moan as he somehow hilts himself.

There's a sudden buzzing as you come back to yourself, a brief instant of pain, and then your perspective rapidly changes. You end up looking at a neck stump, at a grinning man fucking the headless body, and have to swiftly blink as blood is spurted over your face. The realization that the body you can see is yours comes to you as your vision starts to darken, as your mind drifts away...