This Thursday started out as any other. I did all my errands for the day and was doing some window-shopping and a bit of daydreaming. It was a little rainy, on a very humid night in July, and the streets were empty except for the few people walking their dogs. Most of the rain has subsided, and all that was left was the light drizzle. The moisture touched my face and cooled me as I walked and admired the store windows. I stopped in front of the new lingerie boutique to look at the new arrivals. I began to think about my boyfriend and our relationship. For the past few weeks it felt like we fell into a very dull routine. Our time together would consist of work, dinner, exercise bike and then sleep. Our weekends were not much better. I spent most of my time with my friends and he spent his days watching the sports events on TV then he spent his nights at the local strip clubs with his friends. And somewhere between all of this we managed to have 15 minutes for programmed sexual rituals. Foreplay and fantasies have been replaced by "quickly the game is on". I keep hoping that something would change and that we would break this routine. Our sex life was so exciting when we first started dating. I remember when we had sex all the time, sometimes three or four times a day. What I miss the most is his ability to drive me crazy with his tongue. He would tie me to the bed and proceed to tongue fuck me until I had an orgasm. This would sometimes go on for hours, with no complaints from him or me. As those memories flooded my mind, I felt a familiar sensation that started in my stomach and traveled down between my legs. I gave my thighs a tight squeeze and pushed the delicious memories back, and proceeded to the park. Little did I know; that I was never going to make it.
As I was approaching the park, I heard the screech of the tires. I turned my head to see what was happening. What I saw was a black van bearing right at me. I could not move away from the spot. I saw it heading straight at me, but I must have been in such shock that my feet did not respond. The van pulled right next to me, and two men dressed all in black with ski masks hiding their faces jumped out, grabbed me by my arms and pulled me into the van. It all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to scream for help. The door of the van was shut quickly and I felt the car pull away. I recovered from the shock a little and started to try to pull away from the two men who were holding me. But they easily held me down. They proceeded to tie my hands together. I did all I could to avoid the ropes and tried very hard to get away from them. I started to scream and yell for help, in hopes that someone on the street would hear me. I tried to kick and to punch them. But two against one was no match. As the shock began to wear off and the fear began to sink in, I came to realize that there was no way out of this hopeless situation. With my hands tied and my mouth gagged, I was helpless to do anything. I was lying on my back on the floor of a van crying and praying to God to help me.
Since there are no windows in the back of the car, I had no idea where we were going. The two guys were sitting not to far from me reading some porn magazines. There was a third guy, but I did not see him. He was driving the van and never opened the partition between the back and the front. At no time did they take the masks off. The floor of the van was very hard so I had to shift myself. Every time I would move, the men would look at me and lick their lips. I tried not to move so much; I did not want to give them any ideas.
After what seemed like hours, the van finally stopped. The driver came to the back of the van and helped his partners to pull me out. I tried to fight them, but they were so much bigger then me, it seemed that I was only wasting my energy. The only thing that I saw was a warehouse and no people in sight. My fears increased, as no one will ever think of looking for me here. And no one will hear me scream for help. The men headed towards the warehouse with me in tow.
Once we were in the warehouse, I was deposited on to the bed. One of the men took out a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to cuff me to the bed. Then they turned around and started heading for the door. I began to look around the warehouse. This whole place was empty, and nothing was there, except for one folding chair resting against the wall. The lights were very dim; there were maybe two or three light bulbs that were lighting the whole warehouse, other then that there was nothing there. Well, almost nothing. I was there, attached to this bed. Things started to become very clear. Why would anyone place a huge bed in the middle of a warehouse, much less bolt it down? Everything began to dawn on me, and I knew something was going to happen here. What I couldn't believe was that this was really happening to me. But as I looked at myself, and the situation that I was in, a stream of tears began to run down my face. This was it; I couldn't believe anything like this could ever happen to me.
I heard the door screech open and saw my captives walk in. They casually walked in, and headed straight for the bed and me, they were all still wearing the ski masks. One of the guys comes to the chair and sets it up about 5ft from the bed. The man that was standing no more then 3ft away from me was like the statue of David. I couldn't see his face, but I was able to see his eyes and his physic. He was a very tall man, almost a giant, he almost reminded me of my boyfriend. He must have been at least 6"5 to 6"7. He was like a bodybuilder and you can see that he took care of himself. His hands were large and the only thing I could think of was what the rest of him must be like. With that though, I snapped myself to reality, and only hoped that he would not see my reaction to him. But it was too late; he saw the way I looked at him. I saw him smile; he gave a small laugh and made himself comfortable in the chair. Then he gave an order to the men:
"First, I want you to chain her to the bed in the spread eagle position. Just make sure that you don't do any damage to her. Second, I want you to cut that dress off her and anything else that you find. I want her totally naked."
When I heard his orders, my heart just jumped into my throat. This hulk is going to let these men rape me. And he was going to watch to top it all off. As though reading my mind he stands up and comes up to me.
"Don't worry. They will not hurt you or touch you after this. You are for me, not them; they will be gone after this."
Now I understood everything. He had ordered these men to kidnap me so that he can rape me. The only thing I could not understand was why me. I don't even know this man. Who would go to such length and why? I was very confused and very scared. The two men had taken their time handcuffing me to the bed. I felt them brush their hands against my breasts as though it was an accident. When they were cuffing my legs, they would sometimes touch inside of my thighs or caress my calves. When they were done, they turned around and left the warehouse. I was so ashamed of myself. This situation was making me hot and wet. I felt as though I had no control over my body or my thoughts. Only a whore would let her body respond like this. Especially to a man that she knows nothing about and will never see again. I never thought something like this would turn me on. But alas here I was, responding to the most primitive feelings.
He sits down next to me and takes off his leather gloves. He then slowly traces the line of my face down my throat to my breast, then through my stomach and down my legs. This was sending a roller coaster of emotions through me. I hated him for making my body ache at his touch and at the same time I loved that familiar feeling between my legs. It has been a long time since I felt something this strong. He then leans over to me, and asks me if he would take out the gag, would I scream. I shake my head to say no.
"Because if you do, no one will hear you and all you will do is hurt your delicate throat."
As he takes it off, my initial reaction is to scream. But he never even lets me finish that thought. All of a sudden, I feel an iron tongue being forced down my throat. I almost choke on him. But he does not let up, and brutally crushes my mouth. He then grabs my breasts and with his hands he starts to handle them roughly. Then without warning he lets me go, and I feel like I just lost something that was apart of me. My head was telling me that I should scream and try to defend myself. But my body was reacting totally differently. The fear was turning me on. And to make it worse, this man knew what kind of reaction he was having on me, and he was going to use it to his full advantage. I knew that I couldn't let this man have his way with me. If he wants me, he will just have to force himself onto me, because I will not let him have me without a fight. I was not going to let my body dictate my feelings. And there is no way will I let myself enjoy this sick situation. But here it was again. He was reading my mind. He smiles and says:
"I know this looks bad to you. But I know you will love what I will do to you. I also know that this is your dark and dirty little fantasy. And you will beg me to do it again. And I expect you to fight. If you don't, it won't be much fun for me or for you. You can try to deny what you are feeling, but your body has already betrayed you. And in no time you will come to enjoy this situation. Thus, we shall not waste any more time then we have to, right?"
With those words, he gets on the bed and positions his knees between my legs and spreads me further apart. I give a small cry, and I beg him to stop it. But he ignores me, and proceeds to unbuckle his belt, and then he opens his zipper. He then slowly takes out his engorged cock. I couldn't bring myself to look at it. I had to turn away, because if I looked at it anymore, I just might faint. It was easily 8in. if not more.
"Please," I begged him. "Don't do this. Please, I don't want to. No, please, stop." I begged and pleaded with him in hopes that I might make him change his mind. I continued to beg, plead and cry, but he only smiles, and promise me that I will enjoy this. With that, he leans on me, and guides the head of his penis into me. I start trying to avoid his body and his grip on my left breast. But I could not do much because of these restraints.
"You are so hot and wet, for someone who does not want this." He whispers to me.
Then slowly he sinks himself fully into me. I start screaming on the top of my lungs. I was hoping to control the lust that I felt for this man.
"Please don't do this to me; you're hurting me." I cried and my screams can be heard throughout the warehouse. My words and screams had no effect on him. He just started kissing my neck, and began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Fear, pain, anger, and excitement were coming all together. This was it, he was raping me, and from no fault of my own, I was enjoying this. But there is no way will I let him know this. I thrashed and pleaded with him to let me be. But that only encouraged his thrusting and he made sure that I would feel it. My body started to get hot and I was loosing any control that I had. His hands and tongue seemed to know every inch of my body and how I like to be touched. He had amazing control over his body and mine, every time I felt I was going to cum, he would slow down his trusts to bring me down from reaching my peak and keep me in state of unreleased pleasure. This went on for some time. It didn't take long for me to adjust to his length, it seemed as though it belonged there, and secretly I began to enjoy him. But I still proceeded to beg him to let me go. After what seemed like an hour of pure tortured bliss, I felt his cock throb inside me, and I knew that any minute he would cum right into me. Then, just as he began to shoot his load into me, my body tenses even more up and I have the most amazing orgasm. I start to cry; my body betrayed me, and this man took full advantage of it. I had no energy to fight, move or scream. As he started to pull out very slowly, my head started to spin. I watched behind half closed eyes as he bent down between my legs and started to lick me clean with his tongue. My body and mind was exhausted, I could not handle anything anymore. As he began to manipulate my clit I did not care where I was just as long as he would not stop.
My head was still spinning from the afterglow and I started to remember where I was and what has happened to me. I tried to move but the restraints were still on me, and I felt something wet underneath me. I tried to look around the warehouse, but I had limited sight and the other light bulbs were not working. He unchained me and helped me stand up; then gave me a glass of wine. I drank it; my legs and arms could not find the strength to run nor did I want to. I sat on the chair while the man that forced himself onto me pulled the sheets off the bed. When the bed was remade I was lifted off the chair and placed face down on my stomach. He did not bother to tie me down.
I felt an arm slide underneath my stomach and I was lifted up at an angle. Pillows were being stuffed under me. My behind was raised very high. I felt fingers spreading my ass and a wet thumb trying to slide into my tight dark little bud. I screamed when I felt that little intruder in me. He leaned over to my ear and began to whisper to me.
"I have been dying to fuck you up that tight ass of yours for as long as I could remember and today I will not be denied that pleasure."
Even though I was a little light headed from everything that was happening and the wine; those words echoed in my head and brought me back to reality of things. It seems that this man knows me some how. If he knows who I am, then I must know him or at least know of him. My mind started to race, I started to think of everyone I know who can fit this man's size or built. But the only person who kept coming up was my boyfriend. He was the only man that I could think of. But I refused to believe that it was he. I just could not bring myself to even think that he would put me thru such hell and enjoy him self on top of it. And the most important question, why would he do it? I needed to know who he was. I turned my head sideways in hopes to see his eyes.
"Do I know you?"
"Better then anyone. And now you will know me in one more place."
Again I felt my ass cheeks being spread even further. The thumb was pulled out to my relief but only to be replaced by his hot tongue. I screamed when he started to push deeper into me with his tongue.
"Please, not my asshole." I screamed.
"But it's begging to be fucked." He answered me with a laugh.
I never felt anything so amazing. My body started to shiver and within seconds I had an orgasm that was nothing that I have ever felt before. But his assault on my tiny asshole continued with no intentions of stopping. My ravaged pussy was now hot and dripping and was begging for attention. He started to put his fingers in me and smeared all my sweet juices onto my ass. He then abruptly pulled his tongue out of my ass and quickly replaced it with the tip of his bloated cock.
"No, that cannot fit in there. You will rip me in two. I beg you have mercy on me and please do not do this." I screamed and pleaded with him to spare me the humiliation and the pain.
"You need this and I am just the guy to give it to you. You are too uptight, this will loosen you up a bit, I promise."
I was grabbing the pillows in front of me for support and to muffle the cries of pain. He kept on pushing further into me stretching my asshole. With one last thrust he buried himself to hilt.
I screamed from the pain, but he did not move right away, he let my body adjust to his cock. After a minute he began his thrusts. The feeling that his cock was creating inside me was amazing.
With every thrust I felt my insides explode. All I wanted was to feel him deeper and deeper inside me. He grabs my wrist, twists and pulls them back to him to get deeper into me. I could no longer resist him or the passion that he created in me. The tears that were rolling down my checks were tears of pure pleasure rather then of fear. I felt my orgasm built and escape with him still not finished. He pulled out of me for me to enjoy my orgasm. Then after 5 minutes he pushed himself up my ass again and started the second round of assault on my poor behind. I was exhausted and my body was completely at his mercy. I had very little time to recover from my first orgasm when his cock managed to bring me to a second one. But this time he came with me. I felt him grab my ass and scream my name as he pumped load after load into my ass. As he was finishing he turned me around to face him. He kissed me deep and hard, more like a lover then a criminal. My body and mind was beyond confusion. I could not think clearly anymore. Too many emotions and feelings were blending together. I did not care anymore who he was. I just wanted him to continue to bring me the most amazing pleasure.
I was exhausted and could not concentrate on him or him cleaning me with water. My head was spinning, he handed me a glass of wine, which I drank eagerly in hopes to get some of my energy back. I was laying on my back looking at him with his mask still on and all of him completely naked. He was between my legs poring water on me to clean me.
I needed to know who he was. I needed to know who has given me the most erotic night of my life.
"Who are you? Please tell me."
"You know who I am."
"I do?"
"Yes you do. Take my mask off."
I slowly reached up and peeled the mask off. The face that was staring at me with a sly smile was that of my boyfriend. After the initial shock of seeing my boyfriend under that mask, I managed to utter 2 simple words.
"Thank you." |
