"In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong!" –Anton LaVey
Chapter one
I hated December. That was all I could remember of that night, the fact that I hated December in Chicago so much. The wind whipped torrents of frosted air straight through me, it was like someone turned on the air condtioning inside of my body. I had tugged my leather jacket tightly around myself, trying to stay as warm as I possibly could during the long walk to my car.
My job at Rafel's, Chicago's #1 Italian dive, required me to wear heels. High heels. Walking around all day, showing families of seven to their tables and watching their five kids shove crayons up their nose, had drained me completely and I wasn't trying to focus on anything but just reaching my piece of shit car, so I can spend half a day's pay in gas to get to my dump of an apartment, and pass out alone on my bed.
It was hard to be positive.
Deep into the swing of my own pity party I had not paid any notice to the large truck that had stealthfully rolled up next to my car, while I fumbled around in my purse for my keys the only thought was that at some point tonight, I would have to clean this damn purse out. Then I vaguly remembered a hard shove, throwing me into the car. Barely having time to brace myself against the car I felt a rag press hard against my nose and mouth. It smelt like shit but in my panicked state, I took a sharp deep breath.
Opening my eyes was just as bad as having them closed, I couldn't see anything but I could feel vibration on my back. We were moving. I opened my eyes fully and realized the reason why I couldn't see, I was in a trunk. Wait, why the fuck was I in a trunk? I immediately started to panic but soon realized that I wasn't going anywhere, my hands and feet were bound to keep me from making any escape attempts.
My mind raced to piece together what had happened and help me get a clue what was going on. All I remembered was a truck, a cloth, and then darkness. However, that's when it hit me, kidnapped! They must have switched vehicles while I was unconcious!
I didn't have time to pull at my restraints or try to get out because the car had suddenly stopped, it became deathly still and too silent. I could hear my heart thrusting against my ribs inside of my chest, what was going on? Were they just going to leave me out here?
It did not take long before the hood of the trunk was pushed open, two masked men stood above me. I did the first thing that came to mind. I headbutted the smaller one in the crotch, he fell with a loud gasp, cluthing between his legs. His partner looked like he was going to fall over with laughter but soon became silent when the smaller of the two stood back up.
"God damnit if he wouldn't personally kill me, I would take her out," The shorter man said, he leaned in, careful not to put his crotch within headbutting distance, and grabbed my name tag and ripped it off of my work shirt, "Cherry? What kind of name is that?" My parents were ex-hippies. The taller man dismissed the question and proceeded to push a rag onto my nose, and as I struggled I tried to hold my breath in for as long as possible. It didn't work. I was out.
The next time I awoke it was a very different feeling then being trapped in a trunk, the exact opposite actually. My eyes opened and I stretched out, my body pushing across the silk sheets. For a second I forgot where I was and did what I usually do in the morning, my hand went down my body. When my fingers first touched my waist I realized that wasn't my pajamas I felt, it was a thong. I didn't own any thongs.
Chapter 2
Suddeny my eyes flashed open. This wasn't my room, it couldn't be. Looking past the maroon silk sheets and over the king sized bed, I pushed open the dark screen of the canopy bed. My eyes adjusting to the candle light, I made out a dark figure, it was the first time I saw Him.
The figure stood promptly, pushing out a powerful sense of confidence and potential danger. My flight reaction kicked in and I jumped out of the bed, and started for what I thought was the door. Before I got anywhere, the figure had practically teleported to my side of the bed and had his arm around my waist from behind. Suddenly my self conciousness kicked in. I was wearing black stockings, a lace black thong, and a strapless lace bra. I suddenly knew what He wanted.
I tried to kick against Him and thrust my head back to headbutt Him, only got his shoulder, but nothing seemed to phase Him. He just held me there and let me tire myslef out, after about five minutes of that I was exhausted. My large chest heaving up and down with every forced breath, my dark hair siticking to my forehead with the sweat of my exhasporation.
The man lightly stroked my hair back, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." I had no reason to believe him, but I had no strength to fight him off anymore, I was done for.
He put his arm behind my legs and lifted me up like I weighed nothing to him, he laid me down on the bed and lightly spread my legs at the ankles. Looking up to where He stood was the first time I actually got a good look at Him.
His dark hair fell over his forehead, His dark brown eyes held both a peircing lustful drive, but a warm center in the middle. His skin was something of a brown-olive. It was like watching two people at once, a powerful man who obviously took what he wanted, but a more reserved side as well.
During my time observing Him, I had been so mesmerized by looking into his eyes that I had failed to realized, my hands were tied to the bedpost! Before I could sturggle my cries were muffled by His lips upon mine. His passionate need pressed hard against my soft lips made me offer out only a surprised cry. I didn't want to think about the familiar stirring between my legs. His lips parted only slightly to allow his warm and curious tongue into my mouth, to massage and roll around with mine in sweet ecstacy. I wondered for the first time, what that tongue was capable of.
I didn't have to wait long for an answer. His strong hands were on my breasts. I had always been told that my breasts were nice, not too large but not small by any measure. His hands roughly squeezed my sensitive tits until I cried out in pleasure, "oh!" He smiled and kissed me, not thinking straight, I kissed him back. That's when the man spoke.
"I was wondering when you were going to come around to me," His voice rich and heavy with subtle composure, I could feel His words in my chest. His hands grasped my bra and ripped it open, I had a sharp intake of air and my back arched up to him, my tits begging for His mouth. I was obligied almost instantly. His warm mouth pulled my sensitive nipple by sucking on it and twirling His tongue around the pleasureful nub until it was hard.
His hands got to work on pleasuring my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples until the ached and pulsed with pleasure, by this point I was rubbing my thighs together, trying desperatly to get myself off. "Please, oh god please!" My face flushed crimson with shame, I was begging Him for His cock. His mouth traveled down my body and lifted my ass up and His mouth grabbed the waistband of my underwear. He quickly pulled it off of my legs, lifting my legs up to get it off, my pink pussy now in view for Him and glistening with my arousal.
