Silent darkness

[F4M] Silent darkness [Script offer] [narrative] [forced milking] so [rape]. [Bondage], [fear].

This script tries to address a challenge: an audio describing silent events happening to the listener in the dark. Are you just telling a story, or are you a voice in the head of the listener as he "endures" what happen to him? You decide. I will give tone/mood/feeling indications in brackets, that are not intended to be read, but to help the performer. If you want to change things in the script, go ahead. In particular, I am not a native English speaker. I think (hope) that what I am writing is not crappy, but if it is, tell me. I can take it, and I'll stop to lose my time. If you think it is OK, but needs correction, go ahead.

[the general tone of the voice is gently dominant.]
[soothing, warm, calm]
What time is it? 2 a.m.? Three? Four? Who cares?
You are sleeping.
You are sleeping by yourself.
You are sleeping by yourself in your bed.
That large, comfy, roomy bed.
You are sleeping naked, all stretched in that large and comfy bed.
In your bedroom.
In the dark.
The deep, velvet darkness that only comes in in the middle of the night.
Everything is so calm.
And you sleep.
Deeply.
Comfortably.
Soundly.

[a bit less warm. Share some of his worries]
Sound.
There is a sound.
Is there? You don't know: you are sleeping. Well, not really anymore. Something is wrong.
[a bit sarcastic] Are you scared?
[warm again] Hey, calm down. It's OK. There is nothing. You can curl on your side and fall back into sleep.
[Fast cut. some sarcasm.] Well, you can't!
[gentle again. Perhaps a tiny bit sexy?] There is that thing, here, around your wrist. Hugging it. What is it? It is comfy and soft. So soft, you didn't notice it. But now... you do, don't you? It is tied to the bed. You are tied to the bed... Yes, you are, little one...

[trying to follow his thoughts, his attempts at sorting things out]
OK. There is something tangled in your wrist, probably, a piece of linen, something. You will turn on the light, and sort it out. It's OK.
[sudden panic] HEY? No, it's not O.K.: Your other wrist is tied, too!
[panic] WHAT THE FUCK!?
[sarcastic again] Oooh, naughty boy. Where did you learn swear like that? Oh, and yes, your ankles are tied too. You are tied down.
[sarcastic] That is scary!

[giving fake support] Let's fight it, it's just linen or whatever, let's break it, destroy it, tear it into pieces, make it disappear!
It is so soft, it will break easily, you will tear it down, for sure! Yeah, right, try it, try to tear it down. Give all your strength into it. Fight it, go ahead, don't give in, be strong and break yourself free from these things.
[gently sarcastic again] You don't even know what they are... Is it linen? No, probably not.
[gentle] It is soft, warm, comfortable. A bit like the inside of a hand. But it is strong. Linen don't feel like that...

Eh? why don't you fight anymore?
[gentle. Compassionate.] You are exhausted, that's why. Poor you. panting, sore, exhausted, and tied down in the dark...
[calm, soothing.]
Everything is quiet.
Everything is quiet, except for your heavy breath.
Everything is quiet, except for your racing heart.
Everything is quiet, except for this tiny little noise. Here.
Except for that small movement of air, there.
Have you remarked how your senses are acute when you feel vulnerable? You are tied in the dark, and somebody, something, silently stands inches away from you. You are in darkness and silence but you feel that presence.You almost feel its breath brushing your body. This gives you goosebumps.
[sarcastic] The room is warm though... Scared again? So, why not yell? You will wake up the neighborhood, for sure! The cops will come, they will save you from whatever is happening. They will arrest the..., the..., they will arrest - that - , whatever is near you right now. So go ahead: yell, little one, yell all that fear away from you.
[pause]
[fake surprise] Oh, you can't?
[pause]
[gently sarcastic again] Yes, you have just discovered that there is that thing. You didn't remark it until now. That small and soft thing down your throat. It does not hurt you, it does not prevent you from breathing, or swallowing, but, yes, when you tried to yell... Well, clearly, it didn't work. Some gargle went out of your throat, but not much... The neighborhood is fast asleep. Nobody will come, little one... Nobody. And what is near you didn't even bother to move.

[nice again, soothing. calming down, and just telling the story.]
OK.
You cannot go away.
You cannot yell.
You cannot anything.
You are tied down, in your bed, in the dark, in the silence, and there is that "something" near you. Something silent, almost immobile.
What is it? Is it human? Something else? Who knows?
Everything is quiet.
Everything is calm.
So calm and menacing and comfortable and scary and quiet and inescapable, and normal, and alien.
[pause]
Alien.
[pause]
Weird.
[pause]
Weird...
There is something weird going on... Down there. Something just touched your cock.
Your cock...
[gently sarcastic] Until now you had almost forgot about it.
[faking concern] Poor cock.
[less sarcastic] Anyway, there is clearly something touching it every now and then.
[gently sexy] Something soft. Something warm. Something moist.
That thing touches the tip of your cock... And retreats... And comes back... Again... and again...
[pause]
[gently sexy] The tip of your cock enters it. Like in a cup. A tiny, moist, warm, slippery cup rubs gently the tip of your cock. And you ask yourself an important question: you ask yourself "what the fuck"?
[sexy and sarcastic] A good question, indeed...
[pause]
[fake surprise] Hey!
[a bit sexy again] Yes, little one, that cup goes quite deep... and your cock was sucked into it... Up to the hilt. It is warm, slippery, and soooo soft.
[fake surprise] Hoo, feeling horny?
[a bit sexy again] You think you are not, but your cock is. Somewhere inside you, gates opened, and now, blood is rushing in. making it grow larger... Bigger... Stiffer...
[only a  bit sexy. More like, affectionate] That soft thing is now riding this warm shaft you have. In, and out, and then in, and out... Again... and again... Your breath becomes shallow, little one... Your eyes flicker... How long will you resist? You are tied down in your bed and - something - is milking your cock. And, apparently you like that? What is happening to you?
[pause]
[gently sarcastic] Oh, no, you don't? Then, tel me, little one, how comes your breath is so shallow and irregular? How comes your cock is so stiff? How come you can't control yourself anymore? [short pause] You are fighting it, yes, you are...
[serious and gentle] You clench your teeth. You clench your hands closed, trying to think of something, anything, that will bring you out of what is happening to you. The bills, the mortgage, that stupid boss, this inept teacher, something, anything.
You are fighting an uphill battle. A battle you will lose, little one.
Some "thing" will make you come.
Is it a living thing? A machine? Is it human or not? Who knows? Not you, for sure.
The only thing you know is: it will make you come very soon. You cannot do anything about it. You cannot do anything about the sparkles of pleasure that run along your body. But you fight it nevertheless.

[sarcastic] You will succeed, for sure. Like for what ties you down on your bed. Are you fighting that again? Or is it just pleasure that makes you move incoherently? And meanwhile, that thing on your cock just continues to do its work.
[quite sexy now, but very much in control, no panting or moan or stuff like that.]
Up, and down. Up, and - smoothly- down. Up, and - deliciously - down. Up, and -irresistibly - down. Up, and -inescapably - down.
And again, and again, and again.
So smooth, so moist, so tight.
It grips every inch of your cock.
And rubs, and rubs, again, and again.
You are close, you are so close.
In the eerie silence and darkness around you.
You won't resist for long, now.
It seems like you can't event feel the tiny moments when that thing let your cock out.
Your cock goes in, and then IN, and IN again, IN, always IN it.
That thing wants you IN it, your cock IN it, your seed IN it, and it is -IN- about to obtain -IN- what it wants.
A few more movements -IN- , and whether you want it or not -IN- , you will give IN.
Just five, IN, just four, IN, just three, IN, just two, IN, just one, IN, and you come, IN, yes, you come, IN, you cum - IN, and IN.
You release your seed, IN, to that thing, IN, that smooth sleeve, IN, that softness, IN, that gentleness that surrounds your cock.
You are emptying yourself into that unknown pulsating sheath gulping your seed, pumping it out of you, and it feels soo good.
So good...
Sooo Good...
It's OK.
It's OK.
Good.
[pause]
[very gentle] There is nothing to fight anymore. catch your breath. Good...
That thing on your cock seems to calm down too. It moves slowly, gently around it.
[pause]
Everything is still here. Those straps or whatever on your wrists and ankles, the darkness, the silence.
The silence... and that presence, just here.
You could touch it, if is wasn't for the straps.
Everything is still here, but fear is gone.

[surprise] Hey?
Something is touching your face.
[gentle and warm again]
There is something soft on the bridge of your nose. And its sides. And your cheeks. And your chin. All around your mouth and nose.
It is soft... But, it is here to stay... You try to move your head away from it, but it seems to follow it, to be glued to it...
You can breathe in, it's OK, but there is that strange, faint smell. Like flowers, or solvent, or whatever... That weird, chemical, but sweet, smell...
You can breath out, but there is this warmth. Like if your breath was turning and twisting before finding a way out of your face.
And you feel a bit off... A bit... light headed... but, like, in a nice way...
You breath in... [pause] and out...
You breath some sleep in...
You breath some of your mind out...
In...sleep... and out... mind...
In...         and out...
In...No more fear out...
In...No more weird presence...
In...No more straps...
Just... [like saying "just sleep" but the listener does not hear the second word]

[pause]
What time is it?
2 a.m.? Three? Four? Who cares?
You are sleeping.
You are sleeping naked, all stretched in that large and comfy bed.
In your bedroom.
In the dark.
The deep, velvet black darkness that only comes in in the middle of the night.