I awoke with an itch on my nose, but when I moved to scratch it, I was bound. I tried again, moaning out, because suddenly I felt an ache in my chest. Panic. I suddenly remembered the sense of dread I had in going for the soda machine. While I was there fighting with the dollar changer, there was a car that pulled up behind me. I glanced to see a man in a white ball cap, nod and smile at me. I smiled back and nodded. I didn't wait for the dollar to go through again. I stuffed it in my jeans pocket and turned to walk away. For some reason, I felt fear. Deep, hard fear. I felt his presence before I heard his footsteps. I hadn't been able to see his face clearly and hadn't recognized the car. I thought about how many women were abducted raped and murdered, and wondered if I could outrun him. I tried to run, but felt a hard kick on the back of my shoe and my flip flop seemed to be stuck on something behind me. I lunged forward, falling. Strong arms grabbed me from behind.
Here now, petrified in the moments upon waking, I pulled at both arms, panic turned to hysteria. I cried out. There was something blocking my mouth. I could taste rubber. I convulsed as far as my arms and legs would let me move. I tried to lift my hips, and buck against anything I could. I was bound tightly. I couldn't open my eyes. They were blocked by something. I cried out, louder and louder, until I felt a hand on my lower abdomen, just above my pelvis. It was large, and warm. Fingers splayed across me, the palm of the hand just above my groin. I stilled. The touch was firm, yet gentle.
"Shhh" the voice soothed, "Quiet girl, no one can hear you." I fought the urge to scream again. I was more afraid of what would happen if I disobeyed that if I didn't and I went silent, and still.
My mind began to race and wonder. My heart was racing. I could smell liqueur and mens' cologne. I could feel something touching my thigh, between them, laying on the soft surface I was on. There was a creak coming from above in a pattern, like a squeaky ceiling fan. I gulped and tried to swallow my spit as I choked on a sob. Tears were soaking my hairline. I felt his hands smooth over me. He rubbed deeply, yet gently over my torso, down my hips to my thighs. He kneaded the flesh softly and moved down over my legs and back up again. He avoided my private areas, but I could tell I was completely naked. It felt like rope binding me to the bed.
He was close to me. I could feel him, all of him. He hovered over my groin then passed it. He did this again when he went back down. I calmed myself as he spoke softly. I couldn't make out what he was saying. I couldn't focus.
"Shhhh Shhhh Shhh" he repeated, over and over.
"Would you like to me to touch you some more?" He asked, hovering near my breasts, just below, massaging my ribs softly. Ordinarily this would tickle, but I was petrified. I didn't respond. I felt some of his weight down on me as he leaned in close. He breathed in the scent of me and moaned.
"Baby shake your head. Tell me, do you want me to touch you some more." I was afraid to answer. Afraid not to. I shook my head no. He touched me anyway. Hard. He was rough. He pinched, pulled, twisted, slapped, and ripped at my flesh. He did this for a few moments, then slowed, and gentled.
"Do you really think you get to choose?" He asked as he cupped both breasts in his hand at once, and squeezed, hard.
I shook my head again. He let go.
"Good girl," He said and continued to massage the rest of my body. He bypassed my breasts on the next two rounds, but brushed over them softly on the next several trips. It seems like hours passed as he spoke softly to me, telling me how beautiful I was on his bed. He told me how soft my flesh was and how incredibly delicious I smelled and tasted.
"I hope you don't mind, I had a kiss while you were asleep," He said and massaged the area of my upper thighs, just at the crease a little harder. I held my breath and tried not to start crying again.
"You tasted so sweet. Just how I knew you would." I exhaled slowly and tried to stay calm.
"I love how you've changed your hair," He said softly and bent to kiss my stomach. I cringed at the touch. His whiskers were rough. He laughed and pressed his face into my tummy and moved over it softly. "I love how ticklish you are," He said, then moved down.
"Do you want me to taste you?" He asked, his face moving up to my breasts. I went blank. Not sure how to answer. I nodded.
He nipped at one of my nipples, then the other. He kissed then caressed them with his tongue. He sucked and nibbled on them. He wasn't touching any other part of my body. Just my breasts. I could feel his hands on either side of the mattress beside me.
He trailed his kisses up to my neck and over the gag in my mouth. He nipped my ear then moved back down. He hovered over my breasts for a few minutes more, starting to nibble and bite them. He pulled the flesh back with his teeth and let go.
"I'm going to taste your pussy now," He said just before sliding down, bypassing my stomach. He spread my lips gently with his fingers and filled me instantly with his tongue. When he pulled it out, he pressed it hard against my flesh and started to stiffly move over my clit, up and down, then in circles. He kept going for a while. Every now and then he would reach up and pinch, twist, pull and smack my nipples. He started biting me. I could tell there were going to be marks.
"Would you like to yourself?" He asked, just before lifting up to remove the gag. I nodded. He kissed me. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and probed me. He kissed me hard, and passionately. He lay down atop me, his clothes against my flesh and ground himself into me. I could tell he was hard. I could tell he was large.
"Do you want to feel my fingers inside of you baby?" He asked, reaching down.
I nodded my head.
"Do you want me to eat your pussy some more?" He asked, reaching into me. My neck arched at the feeling of his two fingers.
"Yes," I said through hoarse voice.
"Do you want me to finger fuck you, baby?" He asked, slipping a third finger in, and starting to work it into me, faster. He moved down to take my clit in his mouth. I moaned, even though I knew I shouldn't. I tightened my muscles around him and he moaned.
"You want it don't you?" He pulled out his fingers and I could hear him licking them. "You're so fucking wet. You like me having this control over you, don't you?" I nodded.
"You like it when I finger your tight little pussy baby?" He asked and I nodded again.
"You like it when I chew on that tiny little clit?" I nodded and moaned. "Like it when I suck hard on it, don't you?" He was working his fingers deeply into me. I was trying to rock my hips in rhythm with him. He moved back up to kiss me some more and fucked me harder. I felt my womb start to tighten and my toes curl. He stopped.
