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Chapter 1 ? Trapped

I would describe my ?abduction' as surreal. I didn't even know what the wordmeant before. I knew the definition, but not how it really felt to live it.Or maybe it's just that my own ?abduction', in the safety of my home, was beyondsurreal. My head was spinning with the suddenness of it all. I had been neatlycaptured and rendered helpless within seconds. When I opened the door earlierand was suddenly confronted by the man, the sight of him, masked and all inblack, had caused me to stagger backwards in shock allowing him to quietlystep inside my house.

My arms were brought roughly together behind my back. My knees buckled, andI hanged briefly in the stranger's grasp. I began to struggle when he placedhis hand over my mouth, trapping my screams in my throat. I began to breatheheavily and felt my heart pounding in apprehension of what might happen next.He pressed me against the wall and whispered in my ear ?Keep quiet!? I twistedaway from the wall, but he pushed me back. I heard the sound of my silky topsnagging on the rough wall as my breasts rubbed against it. He was too strongfor me to break free. Eyes wide with terror, breathing heavily, I nodded. Istopped struggling as I knew I had no chance against him now: I was firmlycaptured.

He wrapped one of his strong harm around me and gripped me with crushing strength,pinning my arms to my sides. Again I started struggling violently against himbut I was helpless as he dragged me into the sittin room. Pulling me into thedrawin room, he forced me to kneel face down on the sofa and straddled my ass.My frantic struggles only made him work harder, but he got me there.

He took his hand off of my mouth and pulled both of my arms behind me. Hecould suffer my screaming for a few seconds while he reached into his pocketssearching for something. My heart began beating faster and my breath quickenedas the fear of what was about to happen grew. My cries were deafening, hurryinghim on. Seconds later his rough hands grabbed my wrists and crossed them, circlingthem with a plastic strip. The binding was swift and brutal, the heavy plasticzip-tie hurt badly but once tightened it could only be cut loose. I felt theplastic tie being slipped around my wrists and pulled tight with a quick hardtug. It made a zipping sound as he threaded and tightened it until it dug painfullyinto my flesh. I gasped as the plastic tie pinched my delicate skin. He noticedmy wince as the circulation was almost cut off in my wrists . ?Too tight bitch? ? Itried tentatively to move my wrists inside the bond but it was unyielding.It allowed no play, every movement sent sharp stabs of pain lancing throughmy wrists. Simple but terribly effective. I was helpless and in pain, wonderingbitterly how long I would have to stay this way.

?What's your name cunt?? the masked man then asked me. There was no response,he was still holding me face down on the sofa. ?Don't make me ask again bitch!What's your fucking name?? the man asked again pressing my pretty face evenharder onto the sofa, his voice harsh with anger.

?B-B-Barbara... My name is Barbara...? I managed to sob, my voice was muffledbecause my face was pressed down onto the sofa; there was fear in my voice.

?That's better bitch. Now, there's a hard way and an easy way to play thisgame. Basically this game is one in which we have some fun together and thenI fuck your snobbish cunt. Understand?? he whispered, his mouth inches frommy ear. I couldn't know, but this ?game' he referred to was one in which hewas very experienced. The man enjoyed all aspects of this strange game; thepreparation, the chase, the capture, the rape of his prey. He slowly removedhis hands from my shoulders, allowing me to raise my head and gasp for breath. ?Areyou going to be nice? Or do I have to play rough? It doesn't matter to me,either way I get what I want?. As the man said this he was caressing my hair,and I shivered with fear and revulsion at his touch.

?Please leave! I won't tell anyone! No one will know you were here. Do youwant money? I have lots of money!? I said. The man stared at me; I was tooscared to look at him; the black mask he wore hid his face and all I couldsee were his dead eyes. He knew what I did not, that all this, like all his ?games',has been carefully planned, that he'd been watching me, for quite some time. Everythingabout me was familiar to him, from the scent I wore, every curve of my body,my work schedule, hobbies, even what books I read and music I listened to wereburned into his brain. He had watched my movements, watched and waitedfor the right opportunity? another one of my husband's long business tripsoverseas.

?Money? Is that what you think I want stupid cock-teaser? This is no robbery...? ashe said this, the man slid his hands down my back, gently cupping my bottom.I could not see that he was smiling behind his mask as he touched my fit body,he could see the outline of my thong through the black leather of my shortskirt. His cock started to stir inside his black jeans.

? You are a teasing bitch and you have a nice little ass underneath this sluttishskirt? that's what I want! I want to make you cry as I fuck this nice ass ofyours. Have you ever been taken up the ass, slut?? he asked as he traced hisfingers along my thong line.

At this I screamed and started to struggle away from him. The man leaned backslightly and I squirmed away from him, then I was free and I hurtled as fastas my vertiginous heels and the tight leather skirt would allow me towardsthe door. My high, spiked heels clacked on the floor and f or once I wish Iwasn't wearing them, my running made even more unsteady by my hands still tightlytied behind my back. The man watched me; this always amused him, this aspectof the game; like a cat with a mouse he played with me. He watched as I reachedthe door, he knew that my hopes of escape were rising by the second as I mademy way down the hall. Then, quick as a cat, he jumped up and raced after me,shouting ?I'm coming to get you! You are such a naughty bitch, running fromme!? I gave a despairing scream and looked round and saw the masked man sprintingtowards me.

As I reached the front door and frantically tried to unlock it I was suddenlyslammed hard into it. Then he spun me round and threw me to the floor. I landedheavily, the wind knocked out of me, I felt dazed and shocked from bangingmy head against the door. The man glared down at me as I lay in an untidy sprawl,the leather skirt hiked up around my thighs, my legs and my lingerie exposed.

What a sight greeted him. The skirt lay in ruffles across my stomach,just peeking beneath it lay a lacy black thong which did not hide much of myprivate parts. Black suspenders snaked their way across my tanned thighsto hold up sheer black stockings. The stocking tops and suspenders framedmy neatly trimmed pubic area wonderfully. I was helpless, vulnerable and undeniablybeautiful. I tried to forget all the bad horror movies I've ever seen, allof the news articles I've ever read?

I wished I had dressed differently to go out with my friends that night. Itwas Friday, and I wanted to blow off some steam. Some of my friends were goingto meet at a bar and have a few drinks. A husband and a high demanding wellpaid job meant I hadn't had a proper time out in weeks, so I was really lookingforward to this. After work I took a taxi home and slipped out of the designertwo-piece skirt suit and form fitting shirt that along with sheer black stockingsand stiletto heels is my typical business attire, and had a nice long shower.My sensitive breasts were washed much longer then needed: I enjoyed the feelingof hot water running over them while gently working my nipples.

I am proud of my look, and I've always liked the idea of men's attention tome because of my body, a gorgeous 32 year old statuesque blond with a permanentlytanned skin. I can honestly say that I stand out from the crowd: 5'11?, neatlygroomed shoulder length blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a blinding whitesmile framed by a pair of silky, sensuous full lips that begged to be kissed.

Feeling hot, I put on clothes that in a sexy way showed off my sexy body morethan usual. Soft, silky and alluring was what my emotions told me I shouldchoose for my lingerie. Silky sheer stockings, lacy thong, garter belt andpush-up bra all in black were picked to caress my body. My nipples stood erectbehind the flimsy brassiere material and my body felt electrified. A straightcut black leather skirt that gently hugged my hips and stopped well above myknees, revealing more than enough of my slender, shapely legs , and a blacksilky half top that just barely came down to my belly button allowing a glimpseof my bronzed flat stomach and some cleavage, were instead chosen to care formy ?outer' pleasure.

My fingers finished clipping the sheer stockings to the garter belt, the carefullymanicured blood-red nails creating a significant contrast on the black silk,then my hands heaved my firm round 34C breast as I did the silk of the top,proud of my impressive bust. I dressed slowly letting every different sensationfrom the variety of fabrics penetrate my being. Satisfied that the leatherskirt was showing off enough of my nicely rounded, tight and firm ass, I completedmy outfit with a pair of shiny black 4 inch stiletto heels with ankle strapsand pointy toes that made my legs look even longer than they were. Once dressedI admired my handiwork in a full-length mirror, turning around , modelling,and looking at my attractive ass. I decided to finish the ensemble with a silvercircles chain belt, surely adequate to accentuate the curves of my hips. Idefinitely wanted to make sure my feminine appearance wouldn't pass unnoticed.

I was dressed to kill and I looked hot, ?Maybe a little too much? I rememberedsaying to myself, but since the clock was working overtime I decided to golike that. A little make-up, my eye shadow and black eyeliner to enhance mynatural sparkling blue eyes and my favourite glossy red lipstick matching thecolour of my inch-long impeccably manicured fingernails, and I was ready torock. The evening with my friends was great. I had a great time, drinking,dancing and flirting. Dancing is something I am really good at, and I enjoydoing things I am good at. The alcohol made me flirt more than I have donein years so I made sure some of the men in the club could get a glimpse ofme adjusting the sheer black stockings and pulling them tight on the suspenders.As a consequence I had to spend great part of the evening turning down theiradvances, regarding everyone with a wide smile that, for all its toothiness,had no real warmth in it . I just love to tease, I love when men look at me,following the glossy line right down my back to my trim ass, looking at thingsthey can't have? I know it's cruel but it's so much fun to be a tease.

He looked at the silky, half top and black lacy bra, the one where my nippleswere subtly, but clearly visible, my black satiny thong panties, and my blacksheer stockings with garter belt with what looked like amazement. He probablywasn't expecting the bonus of sexy underwear, but he liked it. He was probablyasking himself whether I was a high priced whore or a woman who, underneathher clothes, is a shameless slut. Undoubtedly he couldn't believe his eyes,I looked like I had been cut out of a movies or a fashion magazine? what awhore, what a delicious slut I was, who wouldn't have wanted to fuck me? Iwas mortified. ? Filthy cum-slurping slut you really were expecting me withyour whore underwear, don't you?? mocking laughter followed.

I had finished off in the top three of my class in business-school. At 23I had got a promising job in a well recommended company and now had a lifemost women would kill for, a beautiful 30 something who wanted and had it all:a great career, a successful attentive husband, if off on some business triptonight, and a long, well toned body to die for. I knew that word had got aroundthat I didn't get that job only because of my skills, and I hated that. I knowI am smart, and that I would have got that job without being a ?hottie'. Ofcourse, there had been several colleagues that had attempted to kiss my lips,among other things, but I had always gently refused any offers of dating withthe guys from work, meetings like that would have been like gasoline on fireto my reputation. Nonetheless this has never discouraged me from showing offmy body also at work. After all, glamorous lingerie and expensive nylons aren'tjust for the weekend, are they? I exuded sexuality, even in the tailored businesssuits I wore to work and I work hard to keep myself in pretty good shape, nothingtoo muscular and nothing too masculine. I simply love the open looks at mybody, feeling eyes burned on my ass, legs and breasts when I walk somewherein. Not this time though, now I only felt ashamed.

I sighed. Now the sexy underwear I had worn to tease was only making me feellike one of those sex objects I had heard about. The flimsy bra which barelycovered my voluptuous breasts was barely keeping them from escaping their skimpycups. They were sticking out even more due to my arms being pulled back sotightly behind my back. And the sexy garter belt and sheer black stockingsnow would only serve to stimulate my attacker instead of just teasing. I wasstill wearing those all too scanty, nearly transparent panties I had boughtfor what should have been very special occasions, and which didn't do muchto hide my intimate parts. My see through bra wasn't doing much better either.That was another thing I had bought especially for some special night withmy husband. It naughtily revealed and uplifted my firm breasts, not that theyneeded much uplifting in the first place, but I had found it would create thatenhancing effect which most women would die for. Now, I thought, these clothesmight be what I'll die for if they prove to be too enticing! My strugglingwas making my breasts spill out of the bra, but there wasn't much I could doabout it for now. All the time I spent taunting men was coming back to hauntme? Thanks to my flirting, teasing and overall stupidity I was going to spendthe night being brutally raped, abused and tormented by a real psycho.

?Are you happy now sluttish cock-teaser? All you have achieved is to makeme angry? why can't you just accept the situation? Now... get on your fuckingknees where you belong whore!? the man angrily spat these words to me. Theman, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and lust, moved threateninglytowards me as I hesitated. I looked at the masked figure standing before meand started to cry. I struggled to my knees, my eyes downcast, my body trembling.

A feeling of utter helplessness and despair descended on me, while again Idesperately tested the heavy plastic tie holding my hands uselessly behindmy back. Only half an hour ago, I was in a nightclub enjoying the evening,the drinks and the conversation. Now I was tied up, helplessly trapped in anightmare that was only just beginning. It was terrifying. This wasn't justa robbery. And this wasn't the usual burglary tie-up where the victims arebound and gagged to give the burglar time to get away. This was kidnappingor rape, maybe both.

He took the revolver from the back of his trouser and in a flash had it pointedat my head. I hadn't even noticed he was carrying a revolver. Now I was beyondfrightened. If you've never had a gun pointed at you, there's no way to understandthe pure horror... the sick awareness that you're only one jerk of a fingeraway from death. He began speaking to me in a low, deceptively soft voice whichdid nothing to conceal the menace ?This is a real gun? believe me? Fearinghe planned to silence me forever, I nodded yes shaking my head slightly? terrifiedof making a wrong move, crying harder.

?You know, you're a fucking cock-teaser, with those tits and all your sluttishunderwear? the man told me. I felt something cold and hard pressed up againstme. I knew it was the gun. The man laid the top of the barrel flat on my tightbelly and then slowly slid it up underneath my bra and between my two breasts. ?That'sa mighty fine set of knockers you got there? he whispered to me. I closed myeyes and turned my face but still felt his hot breath blowing up against mycheeks. He moved the barrel of the gun over my face. I was scared to even breathe.Now he softly caressed my trembling lips with the cold steel, caressing themas gently as a lover's fingertip would. Suddenly his other hand gripped a handfulof my hair and pulled my head back, simultaneously pushing the gun at my lipsharder, hurting them.

?Suck on this you filthy whore? I couldn't believe he expected me to openmy mouth so he could stick a gun in there! How could I? I fixed my eyes onhis, trying to plead with him not to do this to me, but the only noise I couldmake was a soft high-pitched wail. More tears filled my eyes when I saw nota hint of mercy in his. He wanted to see me suck his gun barrel. For him, thiswas a fantasy, and I was nothing to him, not a person at all in that context. ?P-p-please? Ican't? I whispered.

?Do it bitch? I heard a click as he cocked the gun, ?or I decorate the fuckingwalls with your useless brain!? That did it. With a gasping sob, I parted mylips somehow and felt the cold hard steel of the weapon being pushed into mymouth. The metallic oily taste was like death itself to me. His grip on myhair tightened as he started moving the gun in and out; pushing it harder andfurther inside each time, building speed. My mind couldn't let go of the knowledgethat the gun was cocked, and any wrong move on his part or mine would be theend of me. I was so sure it would go off, I didn't bother praying that it wouldn't? Ionly prayed that I wouldn't feel it.

?Mmmm? Do a good job and maybe I'll fuck you with it later? he crooned. Myeyes, wild with fright flew to him briefly. I was dismayed, but not reallysurprised to see his hand almost absently stroking the noticeable bulge inhis pants.

?That's it whore? suck it!? his voice was tense, ?How do you like it? Howdoes it feel to suck Death's dick?? All I could do was hold still, keep mymouth open, and pray he would get tired of this deadly game soon. ?I guessDeath can wait a little while. Looks like my friend here wants to take hisplace.? With that he pulled the gun from my mouth to my shuddery sigh of relief.

?You are supposed to wake up from nightmares? I told myself. ?Wake up!? Ithought, then I realized this was no nightmare. It was real. The man lovedthis moment, this moment when I realised that this was no fantasy, that thiswas for real? and that there was no escape. He liked the look on my face, therewas something about me, and he was going to enjoy this. He reached for thezip on his black jeans and slowly started to pull the zip down. The noise ofhis zip seemed unnaturally loud in the silence of the quiet house. The manwas angry that I refused to look at him; he wanted to see the fear on my faceas he exposed himself. ?Don't you want to see what I have for you? Look atme... look at my black cock... you fucking slut!? his voice was hoarse withpassion and twisted lust.

I shook my head violently and stared fixedly at a point on the carpet. Hishand reached out and grabbed at my hair, pulling my head up. I yelled in painand tried to pull his hand away from my dishevelled hair. He was too strongfor me and I grimaced in pain as he held my hair tight, holding me so I couldnot help but look at him. Mutely I shook my head and shut my eyes, but theman saw the look of defiance in my blue eyes before I shut them.

?Still wanting to play silly games cock-teaser? If you are not a good girlthen you are a bad girl? and do you know what happens to bad girls? They get? well,let's say that you will find out what happens to bad girls!? the man said,a note of cruelty in his voice that caused more tears to run down my cheeks.

I felt a sudden urge to vomit as I saw how the front of his underwear wasbunched up with a massive erection. The man pulled his cock out of his jeans.A thick bush of curling black pubic hair surrounded a massive erection thatlooked more like some huge club than a human organ. His massive scrotumwas drawn up tight with need making it look like a black wrinkled baseballbat. In my mind I could already see myself being ravaged by the bestiallooking member. His cock was already hard and throbbing for release, t he erectrape monster was already leaking pre-cum from its velvet tip . He leaned forwardand I flinched and let out a small cry as he rubbed his black cock over myface, pre-cum leaving a trail over my face. The man sighed loudly in satisfactionat the feel of my smooth skin on his hard cock.

Still holding me by the hair he reached down with his free hand and graspedhis cock and stroked it, he shuddered in pleasure and anticipation. H e wasgripping the largest cock that I had ever seen. It must have been over teninches long and as big around as a soda bottle. I shook my head violently asI twisted and pulled at the plastic tie holding me prisoner as the now nakedintruders approached me.

He grabbed my hair and twisted my head sideways, his cum covered cock rubbingover my lips, his cum dribbling down my chin. I mumbled back, trying to avoidthe sticky cum on my lips. Some of the thick, salty fluid entered my mouthand I almost choked on the bad tasting fluid. I sucked a few penises before,but I didn't like it all: miserable experiences, all-embarrassing, I foundgiving head such a humiliating experience. Not that I just didn't want to doit, I even tasted a man's cum once and hated it so badly, it tasted like reallysalty, stale milk. After that one time, I vowed that I wouldn't let anotherman ever cum in my mouth. I clamped my lips tight. Never would I suck his cock.Never would his cum fill my mouth. ?Suck my cock snot-nosed cunt? he laughedsoftly at my horrified expression ?I want that aristocratic mouth of yourswrapped around my black dick?

?Open up classy cock-sucker, I'm going to stick my black cock into your ambitiousmouth and you're going to swallow whatever it happens to spit at you? and remember,no teeth!? this last remark was accompanied by a vicious twist of my blondhair which caused me to open my mouth to cry out in pain.

This was what the man was hoping for and pushing forward he pressed his cockinto my open mouth. My eyes were wide open in shock while my mouth was filledwith over six inches of hard cock, my red painted lips wrapped so tight aroundthe massive weapon that I thought they would tear. I t was so big, my jawsfelt like they would break, I couldn't even bite, it was that big . My bodywas being bent backwards, I had to put my bound arms out behind me to keepfrom falling over. The taste repulsed me and I felt so humiliated. Mercilesslyhe pulled on my hair and fed me more of his cock.

He laughed in triumph as I could barely stretch my jaws apart to accommodatehis girth and I gagged while swallowing at least nine inches of his massivemeaty dick, and started to push in and out of my mouth. I tried to pull myhead back to escape him but he held my head in a vice like grip. I tried toscream but it only made him tighten his grip on my hair and push his cock furtherdown my throat. The sound of my revulsion as I was forced to suck his cockfilled the room, while my mouth was pervaded with the salty taste of his pre-cum.I could feel the huge veins running up the side, the mushroom head pushingfarther into the hot confines of my nearly virgin mouth.

My tongue moved over the cock trying to push it out, it jumping in response,pleasuring him instead. He put his other leg over the other side of my body,his hand behind my head as he filled my mouth with his raping weapon, gruntingas he pumped in and out of my mouth. I gagged and choked each time he pumpedit hard into the back of my mouth, my choking and gagging milking his cockeffectively, the mushroom head jamming to enter my tiny throat.

?UUUUHHH!!!? he shouted as he pumped my mouth, his hard stomach pounding painfullyagainst my nose, his heavy laden balls banging against my chin. I gagged ashe began to push it deeper and deeper into my throat. He grasped my jaw, tiltedmy head back, and pressed harder. My throat protested, resisted, and then witha hard gulp opened, giving passage to his rigid tool. He closed his eyes andenjoyed the feeling of my throat, he could tell by the way I was gagging thatI had never had a cock in my throat before and he was glad he was the one tobreak the rich white bitch in.

His cock was now forced deep into my throat, his hand running down to my neck,playing with the string of pearls I was wearing around it and feeling his cockdeep in me. I gasped and gagged, unable to breathe as his cock forced openmy throat. My rapist withdrew his cock from my throat, allowing me to quicklygrab some air before beginning its painful journey back into my throat. Ithurt each time he fucked into me, his body smashing into my face, I was retchingand couldn't breathe. But he did not care about my pain, only his pleasure.He moved my head up and down his cock by my hair ?Suck it good bitch, comeon you can do better than that. You don't want me to start spanking you, doyou?? Even with his cock in my mouth he could hear my protest. But the lastI wanted was a slap on my ass. The cock in my mouth was growing bigger andbigger and I was careful not to let my teeth in the way, what would he do tome then? I didn't have a chance with my hands tied like they were. Wrappinghis hands in my hair, he began to fuck my face furiously, slamming so deepthat my nose was pressed into his pubic hair. This was no ?blowjob'; he wasjust using me, raping my mouth, fucking my face in a savage thrusting rhythm.

The excitement he had felt in anticipation of this moment made him cum veryquickly. The masked man began to moan, his thrusts getting harder, faster.His cock swelled, choked me further, and I realized with horror what was goingto happen. I'd never let him do it. Never. I tried to back away but he shovedmy head down into his crotch, forcing me to keep his cock in my mouth, hisstrong hands firmly holding my head in place. And then it exploded in my mouth,my throat, hot, sour. The brutal assault climaxed for the masked man in a pulsating,throbbing gush of cum that flooded my mouth. Slamming into my face, drivingdown my throat, his cock exploded, coursing hot, sour cum in my mouth, downmy throat. He dumped his load of cum in my mouth, filling it with his foultasting semen.

There was so much of it, and it tasted so bad: I couldn't spit, felt likeI was drowning. So I swallowed. Over and over, I swallowed his sickening cum.My belly jumped, threatened to rebel, but I fought to keep it down, afraidI would choke to death if it came up. It seemed to never end, I choked andgagged, his cock forcing the voluminous cum down my throat like a batteringram.

He forced my head to his belly, cock deep in my throat, ensuring I swallowedevery drop. I cried around his huge, spewing tool, struggling not to vomit,to swallow, to breathe. As his dick became limp, he pulled out, the last ofhis cum splattering my face, my sweet, pretty cheeks. I was gasping, hackingas it dripped in my eyes, ran down my cheeks. The man smiled in triumph ashe watched my eyes again flood with tears of shame and humiliation as cum floweddown my chin to drip onto my satin top and onto the carpet. ?Swallow it youungrateful bitch! Swallow my cum!? he snarled. As he said these burning wordshe tightened his grip in my hair and tilted my head back so I had no choiceto swallow or choke. As the last of his cum dripped from his cock into my mouthhe watched as I swallowed again and again, my face a mask of horror and revulsion.I felt so degraded, sucking his penis on my knees like a cheap prostitute,wrists bound behind me, cum all over my face, my mouth still remembering thetaste of his sperm.

?Enjoying the taste my dear? Want some more? Well, we will see how much moreof my ?love' you can take...? as he said these words he loosened his grip ofmy hair and I slumped to the floor, coughing and retching, flecks of cum andspittle splattering the carpet. The masked man was breathing heavily, his handson his hips. He looked down at me now crying softly, my body shaking with mysobbing. He nudged me backside with his boot, ?Now let's admire the rest ofyour apartment. I do appreciate your hospitality cocksucker, but, you know,my mother always warned me to watch out for women of dubious reputation, soI will have to check you out first before accepting the invitation.? He reacheddown and dragged me to my feet; he put his arm around me in a parody of compassionand concern. ?By the way, how was that for you?? he laughed at his ?joke' butI did not respond.