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You're leaving work about fifteen minutes behind everyone else. Stuck on the phone, you missed the mass exodus to the parking garage. You hate walking though the structure in the dark by yourself. Even though nothing has ever happened here, you still don't feel safe. The dim lighting and confusing echoes make you nervous. Walking quickly with your head up, you clutch your keys tightly in your hand.
You are within touching distance of your car when I strike.
I grab you from behind, pulling you off your feet. You drop your purse and keys while you struggle. My hand is hard across your mouth, preventing you from crying for help. My arm crosses your torso, pinning your arms to your side. My strength is enormous. You can only get trickles of oxygen. Kicking backward, you are trying to rake my shins with your shoes. Moving so quickly, I ensure that you miss more than you hit. When you do manage to connect it makes no difference. Easily, I overpower your athletic frame and carry you swiftly to a dark colored car with the trunk open. I bend you over the lip of the trunk so that you head is in the car and your feet trail out. Letting go of you for a moment, I use my body to hold you in place. Gasping for air, you try getting your nails into anything you can reach. I wrench your arms behind your back. Feel cool metal tighten around your wrists. You attempt open your mouth to scream, but I slam my body against mine so that all the air is forced from your lungs. Pulling a fabric bag over your head, I tighten a drawstring around your neck. Next I pick up your feet, shove them in before slamming the trunk.
Feeling the adrenaline flooding your body, you pant for breath. Your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it will break out of your body. It's hard to think-- all you can do is panic. You jerk your wrists repeatedly against the handcuffs. Thrashing your head around, you rub it on the floor of the trunk, trying to get the hood off. Hearing a door slam startles you. You jump and hit your head. The pain helps centre you. The car restarts and begins moving.
Taking a deep breath, you hold it. You need to calm your breathing and heart rate so that you can reason and not just react. Licking your bruised lips, you taste blood. You know you asked Khambrel for this, but you didn't expect it to be so rough. Your body doesn't care that you are scared. The physical sensations of fright feel identical to arousal; you are born with those wires crossed. You nipples are beaded and your sex is starting to moisten.
The drive isn't a long one. You spend the time reminding yourself over and over that you want this. There isn't any time to prepare when the engine stops. The trunk opens suddenly and your captor reaches in. I circle your upper arm with a gloved hand. You're pulled up and out by the grip on your arm. I don't stop to let you catch your balance; I just drag you along behind. When you stumble over the threshold you hear my voice for the first time.
"Hurry up bitch. If you don't walk, I'll drag you." My bass voice is raspy and contemptuous. You whimper inside the hood. Quickly you get your feet underneath yourself.
After walking a few more yards I push your arm so that you fall at my feet. You land partially on your side on a cement floor. The smell of drywall dust and raw wood greets you.
"Nobody's gonna hear you when you scream."
I roll you onto your back with a booted foot. Your hands hurt from your weight pressing them against the unyielding surface. I kneel next to you and tug your blouse away from your neck. Feel the cold blade of a knife slide between your skin and the material. I cut your shirt open from neck to hem in one sudden movement. I yank your skirt down your legs and off. You shiver with cold and arousal.
I yank so hard on the front of my bra that your torso comes up off the ground. The plastic closure in front can't hold up to that kind of treatment and breaks with a snap. You fall back on your bound hands with a cry of pain. Grabbing your exposed breast, I palm as much as I can fit in my firm hand. I dig my fingers in until you cry out.
You hear me hiss. I put the flat of the knife against your nipples. I laugh when they contract. You try to shrink away from the blade.
"Don't move or I'll cut them off." I growl as I circle the point of the knife around you full breast idly tracing patterns. You hold as still as possible not even daring to breathe. Finally the knife leaves your breasts. You suck in air, your chest heaving.
Next I pinch your nipples cruelly with my latex covered fingers. Tears come to your eyes. Your hips jerk as you feel a rush of shame since you're reacting to my touch.
"You sluts all like that." I chortle.
Pinching and twisting, I eagerly torture you until I am sure that your nipples are swollen and red. If you didn't hear your little mewling cries with your own ears you wouldn't believe it. Abruptly I stop. You don't know whether to sigh with relief or regret. At least you have stopped making those noises. You're hoping I hadn't heard them.
I jerk you to your feet, pushing you forward until you hit a waist high barrier. I press on your shoulder until you are belly down over what feels like a metal barrel. It is cold against your aching nipples. Unlocking the cuffs, I pull your wrists over your head. I lock them to a wooden frame under the barrel. Up on your tiptoes now, your body stretches to reach the ground.
Tying each ankle to the wooden frame, I seek to hold your legs spread wide. I now step behind you. Flinching, you attempt to press your creamy thighs together. I don't react to your self protective movement. Clutching hold of your panties, I rip them off. The material abrades your thighs and roughly brushes your clit. The movement makes what is left of your bra and shirt flutter around the sides of your chest.
My gloved fingers probe and prod. Withdrawing my finger from your sex, I slide it along your crack until I reach your puckered hole. You're feeling the trail of wetness from your own arousal. Also you hear the sneer in my voice.
"You really are a slut aren't you?"
Feeling like you will die of mortification, you note that I'm pushing my finger into your curvy ass. You aren't able even rock your hips to get away. Unable to hold back the tears anymore, you gasp as I push another finger in, scissoring both open. When I finally pull them out, you whimper knowing what is coming. I remove my gloves and laying them on your back. You feel their slight weight on your lower back.
"I am gonna fuck every hole in your body, slut."
Moving away, I allow you to hear my zipper come down. In addition, you hear me spit and imagine me rubbing it onto my dick. You start to cry even harder. Without warning, I shove the broad head of my dick into your ass past the tight ring of muscle. In two strokes, I am balls deep. You scream and sob, but I don't stop. The anal **** continues for twenty minutes before I grunt obscenely when I climax. I pull my still hard dick out and you feel me wipe myself on the shreds of your shirt.
Your cries are quieter now. I zip up as I step away from your spread legs. You can feel me retrieve something from inside the barrel. I push a large rubbery cock into your wet sex. I buckle it into place with straps that circle your thighs and waist. You tighten your inner muscles but the dildo isn't so easily expelled.
"Get your cunt ready." I command as I rotate the base of it. I set high it to vibrate. I pick up my gloves. My footsteps are moving away.
You sniffle as your tears slow. Feel the trickle of my come escaping your tender back hole. You are unable to close your legs. The monstrous dick stuffs you obscenely full. Your mound is pressed against the barrel. Faint vibrations reverberate through the metal against your clit. You want to push the horrid thing out but the straps hold it firmly in place. The buzz begins to grate on you.
You calm down now that your captor is gone. You are shocked at my position. You are humiliated that you react with arousal to such horrible treatment. Your mind is a static buzz that echoes the vibrator.
Still, your body doesn't care what your mind is going through. It feels good. You hardly admit to yourself but the best part is you can cry, scream, shout and beg like you have always wanted to and you know I won't stop.
The sound of the vibrator picks up a telltale squish of wetness. You strive rocking your clit harder against the barrel to intensify the vibration. Holding your hips at the down stroke for as long as you are able, you enjoy these new sensations. Then you try rocking the tiny bit as much as you can move, faster and faster. Not hearing me return results in you jumping in fright when you hear my gloating voice coming from close by.
"That cunt nice and wet? You are a nasty slut, humping that fake dick?"
Feeling disgrace at being caught; you quiver as another gush of fluid erupts from your sex. I unbuckle the straps and pull the thing from you with a chuckle. Biting your lip in order to stifle your moaning isn't working. You squelch a desire to have me shove it back in again.
"Oh yeah, I watched you trying to get off. You need a real cock in your hole don't you?"
I thrust into you so hard that the entire apparatus scoots a couple of inches across the floor. Withdrawing, I quickly do it again. This is the start of me pounding into you as fast and hard. Meanwhile your clitoris rubs the barrel with every thrust. You feel the tension growing at the base of your spine.
"No," you cry humiliated at your body's betrayal. "Please, no." My deep strokes don't falter as I enjoy your inner vaginal muscles tightening. Pausing, I hold myself deep inside you. Another of your orgasms pulses around my throbbing dick.
"Looks like I got myself a gen-u-ine come slut. You want to please me whore?" When you don't answer I pull out and brutally pound my shaft in again. "Huh?"
Now you moan around the resulting aftershock. You are unable to stop your body from preparing to come again. When my orgasm spews forth it sends you sliding over the edge again.
Feel me fumbling with the bag over your head. Removing it, I drop the hood on the ground. You see the unfinished cement floor and the wood of the sawhorse that your wrists are attached to. Pulling out of your pussy with a wet smacking sound, my dick causes you to shudder.
Walking around to your head, I grab a handful of hair. I lift your head until it is elevated to the level of my dick. You stare at the threatening head. It is sticky with your own copious fluid. "Clean it off." I demand. "Suck it till I'm hard again."
You open your mouth. However my semi-erect member roughly pushes past your lips. Licking my dick clean of our combined come, you observe with each lick my shaft hardens more. Now you're not able to control how far into your mouth I am.
I abusively ram my dick in, forcing your mouth wider. You gag when I hit the back of your throat. "Take it all." I demand. Rolling up your blue eyes, you attempt to see my face, but my head falls back. Each thrust of my hardness bruises your lips against your teeth.
You try to breathe through your nose so you won't gag anymore. You relax your throat. It helps the first time but with each successive thrust I keep going deeper. Every time I push in, you gag and struggle to breathe. As your eyes tear up, you feel myself drooling from all the spit. So you try to time your breathing so you get oxygen while I'm pulling out.
"The come is boiling in my balls." I speak through gritted teeth. "You're going to swallow it all." I shoot jets of come into your sore mouth. It overflows your plump lips, only to dribble on the floor. "Look at you, come dripping out of every hole."
Your head hangs heavy. You let it hang, resting it on your neck. I walk a slow circle around you. You follow my work boots and jean clad legs with weary eyes.
"I am going to leave you just like this. Spread out and waiting for anyone who walks by." With this I turn to walk away. "The guys who work here are going to love getting to work and finding your cunt open and ready for them." At this point, I'm almost to the door. "Who knows how many times you'll get fucked before they'll let you go?" Striding through the door, I'm soon out of sight.
You hang there immobile in shock. I couldn't mean it. You go a little crazy then. Jerking your arms against the cuffs, you also pull your legs and buck your body until every last muscle is involved in the struggle. Growling and panting, you emit pre-verbal sounds in your fear and rage. It makes your raw throat ache even more. You struggle against the bonds until you are sweating and weak. You finally collapse in despair.
As if I had been waiting for that moment, I stroll back in again. "I changed my mind." I tell you as I unfasten the straps holding your ankles to the barrel. "I am gonna keep you as a pet."
Seeing me unlock the cuffs, you stay limp across the barrel. I pick you up, slinging you over my shoulder.
"You are gonna be my fuck dolly forever."
You sigh with delight. "Thank you Daddy."
I pat your bare ass. "You're welcome, Tamantha." I whisper.
You are within touching distance of your car when I strike.
I grab you from behind, pulling you off your feet. You drop your purse and keys while you struggle. My hand is hard across your mouth, preventing you from crying for help. My arm crosses your torso, pinning your arms to your side. My strength is enormous. You can only get trickles of oxygen. Kicking backward, you are trying to rake my shins with your shoes. Moving so quickly, I ensure that you miss more than you hit. When you do manage to connect it makes no difference. Easily, I overpower your athletic frame and carry you swiftly to a dark colored car with the trunk open. I bend you over the lip of the trunk so that you head is in the car and your feet trail out. Letting go of you for a moment, I use my body to hold you in place. Gasping for air, you try getting your nails into anything you can reach. I wrench your arms behind your back. Feel cool metal tighten around your wrists. You attempt open your mouth to scream, but I slam my body against mine so that all the air is forced from your lungs. Pulling a fabric bag over your head, I tighten a drawstring around your neck. Next I pick up your feet, shove them in before slamming the trunk.
Feeling the adrenaline flooding your body, you pant for breath. Your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it will break out of your body. It's hard to think-- all you can do is panic. You jerk your wrists repeatedly against the handcuffs. Thrashing your head around, you rub it on the floor of the trunk, trying to get the hood off. Hearing a door slam startles you. You jump and hit your head. The pain helps centre you. The car restarts and begins moving.
Taking a deep breath, you hold it. You need to calm your breathing and heart rate so that you can reason and not just react. Licking your bruised lips, you taste blood. You know you asked Khambrel for this, but you didn't expect it to be so rough. Your body doesn't care that you are scared. The physical sensations of fright feel identical to arousal; you are born with those wires crossed. You nipples are beaded and your sex is starting to moisten.
The drive isn't a long one. You spend the time reminding yourself over and over that you want this. There isn't any time to prepare when the engine stops. The trunk opens suddenly and your captor reaches in. I circle your upper arm with a gloved hand. You're pulled up and out by the grip on your arm. I don't stop to let you catch your balance; I just drag you along behind. When you stumble over the threshold you hear my voice for the first time.
"Hurry up bitch. If you don't walk, I'll drag you." My bass voice is raspy and contemptuous. You whimper inside the hood. Quickly you get your feet underneath yourself.
After walking a few more yards I push your arm so that you fall at my feet. You land partially on your side on a cement floor. The smell of drywall dust and raw wood greets you.
"Nobody's gonna hear you when you scream."
I roll you onto your back with a booted foot. Your hands hurt from your weight pressing them against the unyielding surface. I kneel next to you and tug your blouse away from your neck. Feel the cold blade of a knife slide between your skin and the material. I cut your shirt open from neck to hem in one sudden movement. I yank your skirt down your legs and off. You shiver with cold and arousal.
I yank so hard on the front of my bra that your torso comes up off the ground. The plastic closure in front can't hold up to that kind of treatment and breaks with a snap. You fall back on your bound hands with a cry of pain. Grabbing your exposed breast, I palm as much as I can fit in my firm hand. I dig my fingers in until you cry out.
You hear me hiss. I put the flat of the knife against your nipples. I laugh when they contract. You try to shrink away from the blade.
"Don't move or I'll cut them off." I growl as I circle the point of the knife around you full breast idly tracing patterns. You hold as still as possible not even daring to breathe. Finally the knife leaves your breasts. You suck in air, your chest heaving.
Next I pinch your nipples cruelly with my latex covered fingers. Tears come to your eyes. Your hips jerk as you feel a rush of shame since you're reacting to my touch.
"You sluts all like that." I chortle.
Pinching and twisting, I eagerly torture you until I am sure that your nipples are swollen and red. If you didn't hear your little mewling cries with your own ears you wouldn't believe it. Abruptly I stop. You don't know whether to sigh with relief or regret. At least you have stopped making those noises. You're hoping I hadn't heard them.
I jerk you to your feet, pushing you forward until you hit a waist high barrier. I press on your shoulder until you are belly down over what feels like a metal barrel. It is cold against your aching nipples. Unlocking the cuffs, I pull your wrists over your head. I lock them to a wooden frame under the barrel. Up on your tiptoes now, your body stretches to reach the ground.
Tying each ankle to the wooden frame, I seek to hold your legs spread wide. I now step behind you. Flinching, you attempt to press your creamy thighs together. I don't react to your self protective movement. Clutching hold of your panties, I rip them off. The material abrades your thighs and roughly brushes your clit. The movement makes what is left of your bra and shirt flutter around the sides of your chest.
My gloved fingers probe and prod. Withdrawing my finger from your sex, I slide it along your crack until I reach your puckered hole. You're feeling the trail of wetness from your own arousal. Also you hear the sneer in my voice.
"You really are a slut aren't you?"
Feeling like you will die of mortification, you note that I'm pushing my finger into your curvy ass. You aren't able even rock your hips to get away. Unable to hold back the tears anymore, you gasp as I push another finger in, scissoring both open. When I finally pull them out, you whimper knowing what is coming. I remove my gloves and laying them on your back. You feel their slight weight on your lower back.
"I am gonna fuck every hole in your body, slut."
Moving away, I allow you to hear my zipper come down. In addition, you hear me spit and imagine me rubbing it onto my dick. You start to cry even harder. Without warning, I shove the broad head of my dick into your ass past the tight ring of muscle. In two strokes, I am balls deep. You scream and sob, but I don't stop. The anal **** continues for twenty minutes before I grunt obscenely when I climax. I pull my still hard dick out and you feel me wipe myself on the shreds of your shirt.
Your cries are quieter now. I zip up as I step away from your spread legs. You can feel me retrieve something from inside the barrel. I push a large rubbery cock into your wet sex. I buckle it into place with straps that circle your thighs and waist. You tighten your inner muscles but the dildo isn't so easily expelled.
"Get your cunt ready." I command as I rotate the base of it. I set high it to vibrate. I pick up my gloves. My footsteps are moving away.
You sniffle as your tears slow. Feel the trickle of my come escaping your tender back hole. You are unable to close your legs. The monstrous dick stuffs you obscenely full. Your mound is pressed against the barrel. Faint vibrations reverberate through the metal against your clit. You want to push the horrid thing out but the straps hold it firmly in place. The buzz begins to grate on you.
You calm down now that your captor is gone. You are shocked at my position. You are humiliated that you react with arousal to such horrible treatment. Your mind is a static buzz that echoes the vibrator.
Still, your body doesn't care what your mind is going through. It feels good. You hardly admit to yourself but the best part is you can cry, scream, shout and beg like you have always wanted to and you know I won't stop.
The sound of the vibrator picks up a telltale squish of wetness. You strive rocking your clit harder against the barrel to intensify the vibration. Holding your hips at the down stroke for as long as you are able, you enjoy these new sensations. Then you try rocking the tiny bit as much as you can move, faster and faster. Not hearing me return results in you jumping in fright when you hear my gloating voice coming from close by.
"That cunt nice and wet? You are a nasty slut, humping that fake dick?"
Feeling disgrace at being caught; you quiver as another gush of fluid erupts from your sex. I unbuckle the straps and pull the thing from you with a chuckle. Biting your lip in order to stifle your moaning isn't working. You squelch a desire to have me shove it back in again.
"Oh yeah, I watched you trying to get off. You need a real cock in your hole don't you?"
I thrust into you so hard that the entire apparatus scoots a couple of inches across the floor. Withdrawing, I quickly do it again. This is the start of me pounding into you as fast and hard. Meanwhile your clitoris rubs the barrel with every thrust. You feel the tension growing at the base of your spine.
"No," you cry humiliated at your body's betrayal. "Please, no." My deep strokes don't falter as I enjoy your inner vaginal muscles tightening. Pausing, I hold myself deep inside you. Another of your orgasms pulses around my throbbing dick.
"Looks like I got myself a gen-u-ine come slut. You want to please me whore?" When you don't answer I pull out and brutally pound my shaft in again. "Huh?"
Now you moan around the resulting aftershock. You are unable to stop your body from preparing to come again. When my orgasm spews forth it sends you sliding over the edge again.
Feel me fumbling with the bag over your head. Removing it, I drop the hood on the ground. You see the unfinished cement floor and the wood of the sawhorse that your wrists are attached to. Pulling out of your pussy with a wet smacking sound, my dick causes you to shudder.
Walking around to your head, I grab a handful of hair. I lift your head until it is elevated to the level of my dick. You stare at the threatening head. It is sticky with your own copious fluid. "Clean it off." I demand. "Suck it till I'm hard again."
You open your mouth. However my semi-erect member roughly pushes past your lips. Licking my dick clean of our combined come, you observe with each lick my shaft hardens more. Now you're not able to control how far into your mouth I am.
I abusively ram my dick in, forcing your mouth wider. You gag when I hit the back of your throat. "Take it all." I demand. Rolling up your blue eyes, you attempt to see my face, but my head falls back. Each thrust of my hardness bruises your lips against your teeth.
You try to breathe through your nose so you won't gag anymore. You relax your throat. It helps the first time but with each successive thrust I keep going deeper. Every time I push in, you gag and struggle to breathe. As your eyes tear up, you feel myself drooling from all the spit. So you try to time your breathing so you get oxygen while I'm pulling out.
"The come is boiling in my balls." I speak through gritted teeth. "You're going to swallow it all." I shoot jets of come into your sore mouth. It overflows your plump lips, only to dribble on the floor. "Look at you, come dripping out of every hole."
Your head hangs heavy. You let it hang, resting it on your neck. I walk a slow circle around you. You follow my work boots and jean clad legs with weary eyes.
"I am going to leave you just like this. Spread out and waiting for anyone who walks by." With this I turn to walk away. "The guys who work here are going to love getting to work and finding your cunt open and ready for them." At this point, I'm almost to the door. "Who knows how many times you'll get fucked before they'll let you go?" Striding through the door, I'm soon out of sight.
You hang there immobile in shock. I couldn't mean it. You go a little crazy then. Jerking your arms against the cuffs, you also pull your legs and buck your body until every last muscle is involved in the struggle. Growling and panting, you emit pre-verbal sounds in your fear and rage. It makes your raw throat ache even more. You struggle against the bonds until you are sweating and weak. You finally collapse in despair.
As if I had been waiting for that moment, I stroll back in again. "I changed my mind." I tell you as I unfasten the straps holding your ankles to the barrel. "I am gonna keep you as a pet."
Seeing me unlock the cuffs, you stay limp across the barrel. I pick you up, slinging you over my shoulder.
"You are gonna be my fuck dolly forever."
You sigh with delight. "Thank you Daddy."
I pat your bare ass. "You're welcome, Tamantha." I whisper.
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