Dream?
Walking down the street to go to work, I didn’t have a care in the world. It was a warm, sunny day so I wore a white tank top with blue jean shorts and some Nike tennis shoes. I also put my long brown hair in a ponytail to keep my neck cool. I worked at a nearby tattoo parlor so it didn’t matter what I wore.
The next thing I know, I hear tires screeching as they turn a corner. I look back and see a dark blue van with tinted windows fly around the corner coming straight at me. I thought it was going to hit me, but it didn’t. Instead, it stopped right next to me. The side door opened and two men wearing black clothes and ski masks came out, put a black hood over my head, grabbed either arm and forced me into the van.
“Keep your mouth shut and you won’t get hurt.” One of them said to me. He had a ruff voice and was very firm.
“Please, don’t hurt me! Take what ever you want, just don’t kill me!” I said sobbing. I just knew I was dead. Then one of them hit me.
“I said to keep your mouth shut. Open your mouth again and you WILL be dead!”
Then they tied my hands behind my back. All I could think about was my family and friends.
“Hey, you want to try her out before the boss gets her? He’ll never know.” I heard one say to the other.
Then I feel the button on my jeans come undone and my zipper come down. One of them started to caress my legs and inner thighs. Oddly, his hands were rather soft. He pulled my shorts down and started to rub my crotch through my panties. As scared as I was, it did feel good. I could feel myself getting wet.
“You like that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you hard you little slut? Well I will.”
He took my panties off and started to run his finger around my clit. He was right. I did like it. I did want him to fuck me. I started to thrust my hips up to get his finger inside of me, but he resisted. Instead, he lifted my hips up even more and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy. Ooohhh, it felt so good. He licked my throbbing cat, which sent shivers down my spine. I was on the brink of ecstasy when I felt the van pull to a stop.
“We’re here.” The driver said.
The men put my underwear and shorts back on and pulled me out of the van. They took me in what sounded like an abandoned warehouse. I could hear our footsteps echoing through a very large room.
“Well, well, well. You are a pretty one, aren’t you?” I heard a new man say.
“Who are you? Where am I?” I asked.
He slapped me. “You don’t talk until I tell you to. You call me master from now on. You got that? Now, you know what to do with her. Go.” He ordered the three men.
We walked a little ways and I could hear what sounded like chains rattling. They undid my hands and lifted them over my head. They then shackled my hands to the chains hanging from the ceiling. I then felt something cold and very sharp run up my leg. One of the men then cut my shorts, underwear and shirt off. Completely naked, chained and cold, I felt so helpless.
“She’s all yours, boss.” One of the men said.
“Good. Now go keep watch.”
I heard the three men walk across the room and go out the door. When the door closed, I felt sheer terror run through out my body. What was this man going to do to me?
“You are so beautiful.” He said.
He ran his hand up and down my body.
“Your skin is so tan, smooth and soft. I can’t wait to taste you.”
