On my way home I couldn’t stop thinking about the date I just had. What a strange man, I thought to myself. Surprisingly, I had hardly ever spoken to Chris before that night- only having bumped into him several times before at the laundry mat. I always thought that he was incredibly attractive, seeming to have a darkly dangerous quality to him that peaked my interest every time our eyes met. Two days ago, he asked me out- not in the nervous way that most men do; as if they had to work up the nerve to do it, but in the way that someone decides after much consideration to purchase something that may be a good investment. Normally, I would have been repelled by such a tone- but this man intrigued me to a degree I’ve never felt before.
The date was as strange as the way it was initiated. It was almost like an appraisal. He asked me odd questions like, how high was my pain threshold, and if I had any piercings or tattoos. He seemed interested in the strangest things about me. Every time I tried to ask him a question, any question at all, he cut me off with one of his own. Eventually I grew tired of this kind of one sided conversation and feigned exhaustion. As I got up to leave, murmuring the customary end-of-the-date comments like “Call me anytime” and “I hope we can do this again”, his hand flashed out quickly, grabbing mine. He looked up into my eyes and for the first time and I saw something in those deep blue eyes of his. Something disturbing- almost like lust, but more. It looked like...hunger; the hunger of a predator about to catch its prey. “I will see you again soon”. He smiled softly. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement, sounding as true as the sky was blue. I nodded slightly and snatched my hand away. “Um, yes. I suppose”. I turned around and walked out the door, not daring to turn around for a second look into his magnetic eyes.
I snapped back into reality, and I realized that I was already home. It felt like the thirty minutes from the restaurant to my home on the outskirts of town seemed to have been over in an instant. I got out of the car, realizing that it was much later than I thought it was. As I reached back into my car to grab my purse, I felt a leather glove come around my mouth and a knife scrape across my throat. “I will slit your throat the moment you try to struggle bitch.” The voice that belonged to the man who was threatening me sounded cold and extremely matter of fact. And, it sounded forced, as if he was trying to disguise his voice for some reason. A solitary tear dripped down my face as my captor drug me to the back of the car. He opened the trunk. “Get inside.” I hesitated as I began to feel the knife cutting into my skin. “I will slit your pretty little throat from ear to ear if you don’t do what I say. Hell, I might do it anyway.” I closed my eyes forcing more tears down my face and climbed in. As I laid down, the hand which was holding my arms together snaked into his pocket and back out, tightening some hand-cuffs around my already stiff arms. I glanced up to get a good look at his face, but he was wearing a balaclava, which only showed his mouth and steel blue eyes. He watched me squirm trying to get comfortable inside of the already full trunk when suddenly, a grin twisted his covered face. “Did you do that just to tease me bitch?” I looked down and realized that my relatively conservative skirt had hiked all the way up my legs to show the very skanky black lace thong I wore on all my dates. Before I could wiggle it back down he forced two of his fingers inside me, making me squeal in pain. “Now that is a tight little pussy. But wow you little whore; you sure did get nice and wet for me!” I realized with a surge of horror, that I was wet. In fact, I was sopping. What is wrong with me? He took his fingers out of my dripping cunt and licked them delicately. “Yum”, he said with a sinister glint in his eyes. After wiping the rest of the wetness off on my face, he closed the trunk door and I was bathed in darkness.
I must have passed out a couple times from pure shock, but it sure didn’t feel like it. We seemed to be driving for hours, my arms had gone completely numb, which was thankful as all of my other body parts seemed to be screaming in pain.
I kept going back to my captor’s voice in my mind, it sounded so familiar- yet like no other voice I’ve ever heard. Suddenly, it came to me. It was Chris. It had to be! I recognized the eyes, the body type, the smile that I thought then was merely strange, but now; terrifying. The bastard! What the hell does he want with me? Where the fuck is he taking me?! I began to have a violent panic attack. I couldn’t breath and I couldn’t feel my body. Pure darkness overtook my mind and I allowed myself to give in.
I awoke to water being thrown on my face. As I opened my eyes and blinked away the water, his face came into view over mine. I looked around me, breathing heavily despite my black thong taped into my mouth. He laughed as I realized where I was. My arms were chained to a wall, and my legs were spread apart with a heavy spreader bar on the floor. I was completely naked. He looked at me with a strangely sweet smile and put a finger to his lips. I began to cry softly as he began to stick two, then three, then four, then his whole hand into my pussy, undulating his fingers slowly inside me. He put his lips next my ear and whispered softly. “There is no one around for miles darling.” I winced at the pain in my cunt, feeling my skin slowly stretch. “I’m going to remove your gag; because I want to hear you cry and scream. So don’t do anything stupid with your mouth that I didn’t tell you to do. Understand?” I was not going to give him the satisfaction of answering his question. Suddenly I felt him force his hand into a fist inside me. The pain made me want to scream, but all I could do was let out a muffled groan as the tears streamed down my face. “ANSWER ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He began to bring his fist in and out of my stretched out hole, punching me over and over again. Suddenly he stopped. “So, I’m going to ask you again my dear. Are you going to do anything with your mouth that I don’t want you to do?” I shook my head, wishing to wake up from this horrible nightmare. “Good girl”. He caressed my cheek like one pets a dog. I began to weep as he removed the gag from my mouth. As he began to remove the spreader bar from my ankles I built up the strength to ask questions, although I new I would probably pay for them. “Why are you doing this?” He just smiled as he began to lower the chains holding my wrist cuffs. I kicked him in the shin with my newly freed foot. “WHY? YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” At once I knew I had made a horrible mistake. His smile disappeared from his face and his cool eyes looked at me with the most sinister and evil stare I have ever seen. He grabbed my throat and began to grip slowly until I could feel my ability to breath become nonexistent. Simultaneously, he stood on both my feet until I felt his steel toed boot begin to break the bones in my toes. My head began to swim. The pain in my feet began to dull as I felt my mind separate from reality. What surprised me the most is that he didn’t scream at me, or shake me as you would expect him too, he simply stared into my eyes with a deep and terrifying intensity. Finally, darkness flooded my vision and mind and again. I succumbed.
What he sees
I dragged her limp body to the kennel I had set up a couple weeks ago. Except for a couple sighs and a few low groans she seemed to be out cold. I tossed her body like a rag doll into the smallish cage-like kennel and locked the door. I crouched down to admire her body, and my choice. Her skin was light and incredibly soft to the touch. She was not petite or frail, but had an incredibly shapely body with large breasts and a perfectly stunning ass that curved to fit a man’s hand like a glove. Her body was perfectly proportioned, and her face was that of an amazon’s. All of that was good and fine for him, but it was her eyes that made his decision for him. The look she gave was of pure potential submission. Even when she thought she was in control, her eyes betrayed the need to BE controlled. What a walking contradiction, he thought. Perfect.
Back to what she sees
I groaned with pain as I regained consciousness. My feet felt as though they had been hit over and over again with a hammer. As did my head. I groaned even more loudly as I realized where I was. I tried to sit up but realized that the ceiling of the cage (cage?) I was in was not high enough for me to raise my head. I looked down and inspected my feet. They were very bruised and swollen, and incredible painful to the touch. They were obviously broken. I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping that someone, anyone besides that mad man could here me.
Unfortunately that was not the case. I cringed and shrunk to the back of the cage when Chris, if that was even his name, came in to see what I was screaming about. “I see you are awake little one. It’s time to start.” Start what? I wanted to know, but I knew better than to ask. Instead I stayed where I was, not daring to move. He opened the door. “Come”. I looked at him with fear knowing it was more than likely in my best interest to do what he said, but I could not convince my body to move. He smiled a strangely sweet smile and reached in with his arm. I tried to back away from him, but there was nowhere I could go. He grabbed me by my foot and I hissed in agony as he pulled me out by my poor broken toes. “First lesson, you will do exactly as I tell you with no hesitation or fore-thought. I am a fair Master, and I will not punish you for something you did not know to do. But from here on, you will be punished severely”. I wish I knew what he was talking about. What does he mean I am to follow his commands? Like a slave? What in hell is this training he is talking about? I watched as he crouched down on his haunches about eye level with me. “I know you’re confused, but you will understand.” He smiled softly and ruffled my hair. I was surprised at this show of affection; it confused me to no end. He swiftly returned to standing and began to unzip his pants. My eyes widened at what his zipper revealed. I had never seen a man’s penis that was as big as his. It wasn’t stupidly large, like in the porno my sister got me to watch, those seemed unreal. His was large, maybe nine or ten inches.
“I want you
to open your mouth, and I am going to fuck your face like a cunt. Do you
understand?” I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I had never put a cock in my mouth;
I never found the need to. And the small amount of boyfriends I’ve ever had
never really asked me to. I have no idea what to do. “I see your little mind
working slut. It’s not that hard. Just OPEN YOUR
FUCKING MOUTH.” “No.” I whispered. His eyebrows raised and he turned his head
slightly as if he had trouble hearing me. This action alone sent trembles
through my body. “What did you say? What in the hell did you say you fucking
bitch? You fucking little bitch.” He didn’t sound
angry, almost matter of fact. Suddenly his hand whipped out and he wrapped his
fingers around my hair at the base of my head. I squealed in pain. He began
walking out the door and consequently I was dragged by my hair screaming in
pain with each step of my bruised and broken feet and the livid pain in my scalp.
“You never, ever say no to me. You do EVERYTHING I tell you to do. I have no
problem with getting rid of you if my choice was a wrong one. You have no idea
how easy it would be to dispose of someone like you.” He stopped walking and
pulling me by my hair and looked down on me. “It’s your choice. You do what I
say, and the rest of your life with me will be much easier. You don’t, and I
will dispose of you. Not without having my fun first.” I looked up, slowly
realizing what I was dealing with. This man was mad! You can’t keep a person,
any person, as a slave in your own home! How does he plan to keep me here?
“What is your choice dear?” I had to buy time. “I will do as you say.” He
glared at me, then slapped me incredibly hard against
the face. “I will do as you say what?” I had no idea what he wanted, but I
guessed. “I will do as you say, sir.” That seemed to appease him. He pulled me
up by my hair and picked up like a rag doll. It actually felt nice to be in his
arms. What? What in the hell was I thinking? Suddenly he dropped me. I screamed
in pain as my feet hit the floor. I felt my arms go behind my back and tied
with wire. I felt him push me over so my head hit the floor and my ass was in
the air. “I told you I would punish you if you hesitated. Not only did you hesitate slut, but you flat out refused. What kind of
punishment do you think that deserves?” I just moaned in reply. I knew it
didn’t matter what I said, he would do what he wanted to me. I heard him open
something. Suddenly I felt his finger in my anal opening. I
moaned, it felt strangely good. I couldn’t stop my body from being
aroused. I felt my fluids pouring down my leg and I began to weep from shame.
“Why are you crying little one? Don’t you like that?” He laughed quietly. “How about this?” Suddenly I felt a horrible burning and
stinging inside of me. I began to cry loudly as the
What he sees
I let out a groan as her lips wrapped around my dick. She wasn’t exactly the best dick sucker in the world, but she’ll learn. I watched her wonderfully shaped breasts bounce softly as she choked with each thrust. I reached down to grab one of the milky and groaned again when the tip of my head reached the back of her throat. I looked down and smiled as tears were streaming down her bright red cheeks. Finally I felt the release inside of me and sighed as my cum shot down her throat and into her stomach. As my cock softened and she could breath again I felt her cough as she swallowed the remains of the spunk left in her mouth. I pulled myself away from her lips and grabbed her chin. “You see? If you had just done what I had asked the first time, you never would have gone through that.”
Her
As his penis forced itself in and out of my throat I felt
the
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