After working late one night, I found myself being the last one out of the building. This was not unusual and I usually felt pretty safe making my way to my car through the parking garage.
Tonight was different. I ignored the anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. My heart raced and I felt a sense of impending doom I could not really place. I quickened my steps as my stilettos tapping the ground echoed through the empty garage.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached my car. As I unlocked the door, a white van screeched to a halt right behind my car, effectively blocking me in. My heart leapt into my throat and I backed into the wall as a very tall, muscular man dressed in black jumped out of the van and approached me. Before I could scream, he was crushing me against the wall with his body, with his hand over my mouth. I looked into his intense dark eyes and it occurred to me that he was not wearing a mask. In all the true crime I've read, I've learned that means he does not intend to let me go alive, as I have seen his face. A feeling of dread over came me as I started to tear up.
"Make any kind of sound and I'll kill you right here." He said in a low, gravely voice. I nodded and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. I was frozen with fear as he led me to the van. When I got in, he immediately bound my wrists and ankles with duct tape and placed a piece over my mouth. He sat next to me during the ride and explored my body. He slid his hand between my legs, up my skirt, brushed against my clit over my panties, caressing my inner thighs. He slid his hand down my low cut blouse and cupped and squeezed my breasts. I did not make a sound or move a muscle.
When we arrived, the man picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He was so strong, and big, I knew I had no chance fighting him off. I decided doing what I'm told is my best chance of survival.
When I looked around I noticed the area was quite rural. I could see a modest looking home which we seemed to be approaching. I knew no one would be able to hear me scream out here. My hopes of being rescued or escaping were quickly fading away.
We entered the empty house and he took me downstairs into the basement.
When he flipped on the light, my stomach dropped. It was a dungeon. It became very clear what his intent was of me. I was going to be his sex slave until he killed me. I wondered how many other victims he had victimized down here.
He removed me from his shoulder and had me stand up against a wall that was outfitted with shackles. He withdrew a sharp knife and used it to slice through the duct tape on my wrists. He then proceeded to place both wrists in long shackles so that now I was chained to the wall with little slack. It was just enough so I could sit down.
The man pressed his body up against mine and grabbed my face, forcing me to look him in the eye. His eyes were intense, dark, and menacing. His gaze left me breathless. He ran his hands up and down my body and i whimpered. He quickly wrapped his hand around my throat and pinned my head against the wall. "We are going to have a lot of fun over the next few days. And you're going to like it." He kissed me and bit my bottom lip hard. I winced with pain and he looked at me and smiled. Then he left me there, shackled.
Once he left the room I peered around to see what was there. There were several types of bondage devices that made me feel unnerved. They all were equipped with shackles. There was a wall with various instruments that were probably used for spanking or some kind of impact play. I realized he had said, "the next few days." I guess that's the time I have left. A few days of torture before he kills me......
I had fallen asleep but the creaking of the door opening woke me and my heart instantly began to race.
The man walked down the stairs and approached me. He knelt down to be at eye level with me. He gently stroked my face. "Ready to be a good girl for me and have some fun " I looked back at him with fear in my eyes. He offered his hand as he stood up to help me to my feet.
He released me from the shackles and guided me over to what appeared to be a very rudimentary bed affixed with shackles from both the headboard and footboard. I became suddenly overwhelmed with a need to run. The attempt was futile as he grabbed my hair and yanked me to the ground. I fought and resisted but he was entirely too strong as he threw me to the ground.
He then, through the resistance, managed to rip my clothes off. He grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me to my feet, leading me to the bed. I tried to plant my feet and pull away but he just dragged me along.
When he reached the bed he lifted me and slammed my body down on the bed. "Please let me go! I won't tell anyone, please."
"Shut your whore mouth " he barked as he grabbed one of my wrists and lifted it above my head where he fastened a restraint. He followed that with the other wrist.
Once my hands were secure, he moved to my ankles. On his way there he slid his fingertips over my body and down my legs, bringing out my goose flesh. He roughly shackled one ankle, then the other. My legs were spread wide open and I was unable to close them. I laid there, exposed, waiting for what might happen as his hands continued to explore my body.
"This is how it's going to go. Whenever I come down here, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to be a good girl and take it, everything. Do you understand me?" I tearfully nodded and whimpered. He slapped me hard across the face, stunning me for moment. "Do you understand me?!"
"Yes." I whispered.
"Good girl..." he said "we can make this fun for you too. I'm going to make you have a good time." I had no idea what he meant by that but I thoroughly doubted that.
His hand slowly moved over my breasts as he cupped and squeezed them. He pinched my nipples and then took one between his teeth. I winced and tried to pull away. He then moved down my stomach, and trailed his fingers down to my clit. He very gently applied pressure to it and slowly stimulated it. I wriggled my body to try to get away but he held me in place. He stopped and went to his wall of objects, choosing a vibrator before coming back to my side.
I did not like where this was going. I knew it would feel good. I knew my body would betray me. I did not want to be vulnerable but he was going to force it out of me.
He came back and smiled at me as he turned on the vibrator. "No, please!"
"Why? Are you afraid you will like it?" He did not wait for an answer. He just turned on the vibrator and gently manipulated it around my clit. I couldn't help but lift my hips to the toy to apply more pressure. He laughed a little and asked me, "do you want me to make you cum?" I shook my head but my body was already on fire. He applied more pressure just above my clit and i was getting closer and closer to a climax as my breathing became heavier.
The man withdrew the device and smiled. "Not yet." The sensation drifted away and I caught my breath.
"Want to try again?" I shook my head and desparately said, "no, please."
He pressed the vibrator to my clit again and inserted his fingers into my tight pussy. The sensation and deep penetration was going to send me over the edge.
"Don't you dare cum." He demanded over the sounds I was making.
