I hated working late. It seemed I always got stuck with the grunt work, just because my boss knew I was single, and unattached at the moment, he had no problem sticking me with the reports and typing that had to be 'done by morning', in his words. He'd then go off to have a nice dinner with his family, while I sat at my desk for hours.
Finally, the bulk of it was done. I sent memos to two others that had to finish reports, and sighed as I stretched my tired back. I needed to get to the gym this weekend, it was the only thing that worked the kinks out. I turned off my computer and picked up my stuff, more than ready to leave.
As usual, mine was one of the few cars left in the parking garage. I stepped out into the dimly lit aisle, my keys in hand. I looked around, but of course the place was deserted. No one else but me was dumb enough to stay this late. I smiled to myself as I neared my car, the lights blinking as I pressed the button, unlocking the door. Soon I would be home, soaking tired bones in a nice hot tub. I threw my coat and bag in the car, and leaned back again to stretch my back, closing my eyes for a moment at how good it felt.
I was totally unprepared for what happened. Two men rushed around my car, grabbing me and lifting me from my feet. I opened my mouth to scream, and a knife was held to my throat.
"Now, now, sweetie," a rough voice said. "We need to be quiet."
I choked back my cry, and his hand grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open wide as the other held me. A round ball was pushed into my mouth, then strapped around my head. I moaned as a hood was placed over my head, blocking out my vision. The man holding me from behind had my arms pinned, and I was pulled to a waiting vehicle.
They pushed me inside, and a moment later I felt movement as it was driven out of the garage. The man holding my arms had me almost sitting on his lap, I figured it had to be some sort of van we were in. He held me close, and the other began opening my blouse. I squirmed the best I could, but they were strong, and soon I felt his hands behind me as my bra was unhooked. I tried making noise, and felt the chill of the blade touch me.
"Be still,' the voice said again. "I only give one warning."
Tears fell down my face as my blouse and bra were removed, then something was placed on each wrist. My hands were then tied out to the sides of the van and I knelt, naked to the waist. They then cut off my skirt, and I shivered in my stockings and panties, hoping they would let me live when they were done with me. A hand cupped my breast, and I heard it slapped away.
"He wants her untouched, you fool," one of them said. "We were told to strip her and bring her to him, no playing around."
"Oh, how's he going to know if we fondle her a bit," the other asked. I could hear the sulky tone as he went on. "It's not like she'll tell him."
"Well I'm not taking chances," he was answered. "We got paid well enough for this, if you want to risk it, it's your game."
My left nipple was pinched lightly, then I was left alone, on my knees, swaying with the movement of the van.
They drove for what seemed to be hours, then I felt the tires going over a dirt road. The bumping had me moaning as I was tossed around, the only thing keeping me upright was the ties holding me. After a few minutes the van stopped, and I heard doors opening. The cold air made me shiver as my wrists were unfastened, then tied behind me. I was lifted out and placed on the ground as one of them led me.
We went down a flight of stairs slowly, one leading, the other behind me, both taking care that I did not fall or trip. Another door opened at the bottom, and I thankfully felt warm air. We crossed the room, then they untied my hands, only to fasten them in front of me and raise them to a hook overhead. I was on my toes, trying to keep the weight of my body off the ties, but a moment later I felt something placed around each ankle. My shoes were removed, and my legs pulled wide, then fastened. I hung before them, spread wide and whimpering.
"OK, we're done," one said. "Let's get out of here."
I heard their footsteps recede, and the door close behind them. My mind raced, why had they brought me here, only to leave me? I tried to move, but the ties they had used held me tight. The strain on my legs hurt, along with my bound wrists, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even yell, with the ball in my mouth.
Then I heard the door open again. It closed, and I heard locks being shut, then footsteps coming close. A hand caressed my face over the hood, then down my neck. Each breast was caressed, teasing the nipples as I moaned, then travelled down. I struggled as it reached my panties, but was helpless to stop him. He came close. leaning into me as his fingers ran under the elastic. I felt his body heat, and knew he was a big man.
"You're magnificent, just as I knew you would be," a very deep voice said. "Tonight, I will have you. I've dreamed of this."
His voice was like a caress, washing over me as I tried in vain to struggle. My efforts got a small laugh as his hands touched me.
"Stop wasting energy," he said into my ear. "You're not going anywhere."
My body went limp. He was right. The way I was tied, there was no hope of escape or movement. I was completely at his mercy. I felt something cold, and a moment later, my panties were cut away. The only thing I wore now were my stockings, the lace holding them around my thighs. His fingers circled them, as if he was deciding about removing them too.
"I think I'll leave these," he finally said. "I like the black lace."
I moaned as his finger slid between the lips. So gently he rubbed, bringing my clit to life. His mouth came down, and my right nipple was in his mouth. My head fell back as he touched me, pure pleasure running through my body. His finger rubbed slowly, circling, as he sucked, getting harder and harder until it felt like he was almost biting the nipple. I moaned again, my body limp with the pain of it, even though it sent shivers directly to where his finger rubbed. I hung limp, unable to move, as he brought me to the brink of release, then he stopped. I was breathing hard, a whisper away from orgasm.
"Very nice," he said.
His heat left me and I whimpered. He came to stand behind me, and again his hand touched. A finger slid into me, feeling the wetness as he leaned into me from behind. He stroked a few times, the pulled out and slid the finger slowly into my ass. My legs strained, trying to close as I was stroked there. The pain it caused at first made me whimper again, but soon it became pleasurable, and as he stroked slowly, his other hand reached up to roll my nipple.
"You'll be taught tonight," he whispered in my ear. "Pain will become pleasure for you. I will take you to heights you've only dreamed of, and have you begging me to take you."
My body jerked. Begging? I don't think so. Again, I wriggled, straining against the bonds as his fingers worked on me. I would never beg.
