Abandoned 10

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. My special thanks to a new online friend and fan, Gee J, who gave me the idea for this story.

-BBD

Dead leaves crunch under my feet. A cool breeze blows and rustles the tall weeds that I'm standing in. Above me the last remnants of the October sun shines down on the area that I'm trying to capture with my camera. Yeah, it's just another tough day at the office, so to speak.

I'm an urban photographer. Abandoned places are my specialty. Right now, I'm in this rail yard that went belly up some years ago. It's still got some abandoned passenger train cars sitting on some overgrown tracks. It's perfect!

I get some good outside shots of the graffiti and rust covered metal walls outside. I think there's enough light that if I hurry, I can get some decent shots of the inside of the cars.

Carefully I climb the rusty stairs and step into the car. I stomp around to make sure that the floor will hold me. When I'm satisfied, I move forward. The seats are torn with the stuffing coming out of them. The smell of mold is quite prolific. I take a few shots.

All of a sudden I hear someone move behind me. There is heavy breathing. I feel like I'm in a horror movie because I can't get my feet moving fast enough before a hand clamps over my mouth and an arm encircles my neck. My camera falls to the floor.

"Hmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! I scream against the greasy hand clamped over my mouth.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" The voice is rough, deep, and the breath reeks of liquor.

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!" I scream.

"Shut up!" The man holds something cold to my cheek. "Unless you want me to carve you like a pumpkin, you're gonna stop screaming, got it? Nod if you understand!"

I nod slowly.

"Good. Now, I'm gonna take my hand away, and we're gonna have a little chat. I will use this on you if you don't cooperate, got it?"

"Mmmmmmm!" I nod again.

He slowly moves his hand down.

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please don't hurt me! You...you can have whatever I have in my wallet! It's in my jeans' pocket! Just let me go, please! I haven't seen your face! I won't tell the cops a thing, I swear!"

"Thanks for the offer, honey, but it's not money I want. It's you!"

"M...me? Why?"

He reaches down and squeezes my breast.

"You're hurting me!"

"I said shut up!"

He pushes me forward. My arms flail as I attempt to break my fall. I manage to get my hands out so that I don't knock the wind out of myself. The man plants a knee in my back and yanks my hands behind me. I hear tape ripping.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna tie you up, girl! Tie you and gag you so that I can have some fun with you!"

"Uhhhhhh! No!"

The tape hurts. He wraps my wrists tightly. He reaches around and shoves a cloth into my mouth, a greasy, smelly, disgusting cloth. He shoves it in so far that I gag. He wraps tape around my head, sealing the rag inside.

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!"

"Heh, heh, better already! Get up!"

He yanks me by the shoulder and pulls me to my feet.

In the dim light, it's hard to see him clearly. He's bigger than me, I can tell that much. I can't tell what race he is. He bends me back over one of the old seats and holds the knife to my face.

"Nmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmpb!"

"Now you listen to me! It's been a long time since I had a woman, especially something as young and pretty as you. If you're good and make me happy, I might let you go. If you make me mad and fight me, then we will see how long it takes before anyone finds you. Now, you're gonna get on your knees and lean over that seat, got it?"

"Mmmmmm!" I nod.

He pushes me to his knees and pushes my head down on the ripped seat. It's filthy and it reeks of mold. I pray that I don't throw up. I'll suffocate with this gag in my mouth!

He unbuttons my jeans and yanks them down.

"Hmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmph!"

"You won't be needing these!"

I shriek in fear as he rips my panties from my body, leaving me naked and vulnerable. The cool wind snaps at my bare skin. I cringe when I feel his hands on my skin. Tears burn my eyes.

"I'll cut you if you kick me," he snarls. He rubs my trembling thighs. It feels like ants are crawling all over me. In all the years I've been doing this, nothing like this has ever happened! Why now?

I scream into my gag when he touches my pussy. His fingers feel so grubby and disgusting. I try to tell him not to touch me.

"I can't understand a word you're saying girlie," he laughs. "That's the point. I like my bitches tightly gagged!"

He what? Has he done this before? He said something about not having a woman for a long time. I gulp. Was he in prison? Oh God, oh God, oh God! What if he's a serial killer?

He yanks my legs apart and jams a finger into me, eliciting more muffled screams.

"You're dry as a bone! I can fix that!"

He begins to wiggle his finger inside of me! Hot tears of shame trickle down my face. Please make him stop! Somebody, anybody, help me! Help!

Nobody can hear me. He pulls his finger out and inserts two at a time, sliding them in and out. I feel my pussy becoming slick.

"Mmmmm, that's a girl. Getting nice and wet for me, eh?"

Hell no, you sick freak! This can't be happening! It can't! I don't want this! I don't want him!

"Mmmmmm," he brushes his thumb over my clit.

"Mmmmmm," I moan softly. Shit!

"Oh, I got a response there! Did I hit the right spot? Hmmmm?" He takes his thumb and begins to caress my clit. Stop! Stop it! Stop touching me!

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"

"Ah, beginning to enjoy this, aren't you? Let me take you there!"

I hear his zipper come undone. I suck in a breath. He rubs the head of his cock to my pussy. With one thrust, he pushes into me. Pain shoots from mu groin to my head. I cry out.

"Tight pussy," he groans. "Uhhhhh! Shit! Oh damn!" He slaps my buttocks hard, making me scream some make. "Oh girl...oh shit, you got some good tight pussy! Mmmmm, hmmmm, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you! I ain't letting this good pussy get away from me!"

He...he's planning to keep me here? How long? There's no shower! There's no bathroom, no stove, nothing! How long will we be able to survive out here like this? I can't! I just can't!

You have no choice. If you fight, he'll kill you. You have to cooperate. Get him to trust you. If he starts to like you, then maybe he'll let you go. You can't give up! You have to survive!

"Oh shit, girl....uhhhh...." He reaches under me with those greasy hands.

"Cum for me! I wanna feel you come on my dick!" He begins to massage my clit as he thrusts. Fuck! How can this feel good and bad at the same time! This isn't right! I can't give into him, I just....

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"

"Yes! Cum for me!"

It's happening! I can't stop it! My pussy and my body betray me. I am cumming on this stranger's dick!

"That's a girl! Uhhhhhh! Shit! Shit!"

He lets out a primal groan. I know he's shooting his load into me. He shudders and exhales.

"Goddamn! Mmmm, shit, you got some good pussy!" He pulls back from me. I feel his hot seed dripping from me.

"You did good, girl. That's just the beginning." He slaps my ass. "Get up!"

I reluctantly stand up. He pulls my jeans up and fastens them.

"Sit!"

I sit back on the dusty, dirty seat. He grabs my legs and quickly tapes my ankles together. Now I can't possibly run or think of escaping!

"Have you got a phone?"

I shake my head.

"Girl," he grabs my chin roughly, "don't fucking lie to me! Where is it?"

"Mmmmmm!"

"Fuck! Alright, I'm gonna cut that gag off, and you're gonna talk to me! Don't play games! Hold still!"

He slides the knife under the tape near my cheek and slices through. He peels the tape off my face. I spit out that disgusting rag.

"Now, where is your phone?"

"It's...it's in my car! I swear! I'm not lying! I left it behind!"

"You got some keys?"

"Yes! In my jacket pocket, the right hand one."

He reaches into my windbreaker and pulls out my keys.

"Heh, heh, good girl. Get up!" He yanks my arm until I stand. He reaches down and cuts the tape off my ankles.

"Walk!"

"Where are you taking me?"

"We're going on a little field trip. We need someplace warm to stay. I've already been in here a couple of nights, and it's too fucking cold. I need a shower and a shave, and you...you're gonna get cleaned up too!"

He yanks me forward. We stumble out of the train car. It's getting dark now! He presses the knife to my side.

"Don't even think of trying to run. I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if you try some funny shit! Where is your car?"

"It's...it's near the old water tower!"

"Move!"

We hike along, about a quarter of a mile before we reach my little sedan. He opens the door and finds my phone and wallet in the glove compartment.

"You won't be needing these." He shoves them into his back pocket. He pulls a scarf from his jacket pocket.

"You don't have to gag me! Please!"

"Shut up!" He spins me around and pins me against the car and shoves the rag into my mouth. At least this one is clean. He quickly seals my mouth with a strip of tape, then a second and a third.

"Sit!" He pushes me into the passenger seat and straps me in. He pulls my hood up over my head.

"Keep your head down, you got it?" He pokes me with the knife. I nod quickly.

"First we're gonna get some money, then we're gonna find a place to stay for awhile. Don't try me, girl!"

He gets in on the driver's side and starts the car. The engine roars to life. He pulls out of the abandoned yard. My heart is racing wildly. I keep my head down, but he doesn't see me looking up with my eyes to watch the side view mirror so that I can see what we are passing. I count the number of times he stops for a red light. To my amazement, he isn't speeding. He's a good driver. I know why. He doesn't want to get caught by the cops. Finally we stop. He shuts off the engine and undoes my seat belt.

"You're gonna go in there and get as much money as you can. Keep your head down and don't look at the camera! I'm gonna be watching you!"

He cuts the tape off my wrists and comes around to get me out of the car. By then, the sun has fully set. Now it's dark outside. He holds me tightly by the arm with the knife pressed to my side. When we get to the door of the ATM, he swipes my card and we get buzzed in.

"Make it fast," he snarls. "No tricks! Don't look at the camera!"

He pushes me towards the machine. I try to keep my face turned away. I do glance at it for just a brief second, maybe two. I withdraw three hundred dollars, the maximum amount allowed for a single ATM withdrawal. I take the receipt. As soon as I'm away from the machine, he grabs my arm and snatches the money out of my hand. He shoves it in his pocket.

"Good girl. Move!"

He pushes me out the door and back to my car. He has parked away from the building in an area that is not well illuminated by streetlights. He takes me to the trunk and opens it. Before I can protest, he grabs my wrists and tapes them together behind my back.

"Get in there!" He pokes me with the knife. I sit down and swing my legs inside. He quickly tapes my ankles, then he also tapes my eyes shut. He covers me with one of my emergency blankets.

"I'll let you out when we get where we are going! You stay quiet!"

The trunk slams shut. The car engine roars to life.

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I scream.

He's going to kill me! I just know it! They are going to find my remains wrapped in this blanket in a field somewhere! I clasp my hands and pray. I'm only twenty-five! I don't want to die! I haven't had children or gotten married yet! There's so many things left on my bucket list.

Lying there and immobile in the darkness, I am trying to be strong and not cry. I can't lie. I'm so scared. What is he going to do to me?

I count the number of drops again, and I count the seconds before he takes off again. I try to calculate about how far he has taken me. It's helping me to stay calm. The car stops, and the engine is cut off. I listen for any clues that might tell me what we are. I don't hear any music or laughter or voices. I hear heavy footsteps. The trunk lid opens.

"It's me," my captor says. "You've been good so far. Sit up."

He pulls me up and cuts the tape off my ankles. He lifts me up and sets me on my feet.

"Don't make any noise or else. Walk!"

He grabs my arm. I start walking. I'm on concrete, I think.

"Stop here."

I hear a key turning in a lock and a door squealing open.

"Get inside!"

He pushes me inside. The door slams. Instantly I feel that the room is warm. I'm standing on some flat carpet.

"I'm gonna cut the tape off your eyes. Hold still." He slides the knife in between my face and the tape and cuts. When he peels the tape off I slowly open my eyes. We are in a hotel room that looks straight out of the 1970s right down to the orange and brown bedspread and the paneling on the walls. I gulp when I see there is only one bed. I get a look at my captor. He's at least six feet tall with a broad upper body. He has light brown hair that looks scraggly and greasy, as does his beard. I notice that he's wearing a windbreaker over...a prison uniform!

I must stay calm. If I panic and try to run, he will hurt me. I know it!

"You were quiet on the ride over here," he says, lifting my chin with his big hand. His eyes are a deep, deep blue. He wouldn't be half bad looking if he just shaved and showered.

"You're a smart woman. I'm gonna reward you and let you take a shower first." He cuts the tape off my wrists. I reach up and peel the tape off my mouth and spit out the soggy scarf.

"Thank you," I say quietly.

"Go on in there. Clean yourself up."

He gestures to the bathroom with his knife. I gulp. He's letting me know that it's still there. I hurry into the small bathroom. I feel disgusting and dirty. I want a shower very badly. I turn on the water. I strip off my clothes. Before I get under the water, I have an idea. I touch everything in the bathroom, the toilet, the sink and the tub. If anything happens to me, I want someone to know that I was here. I also touch my pussy and rub some of the juice inside the toilet tank. I've seen enough forensic shows to know that DNA can tie a victim to a captor, and that the tank is cold enough to preserve any specimen. With that done, I step under the hot water.

I scrub my entire body at least five times, including my hair. I usually get a good bath after exploring some abandoned place, but this is different. I want that man's stink off my body. Finally I shut off the water and wrap myself in a big towel. That's when I see that my clothes are gone! He took my clothes? This isn't good! Suddenly he pounds on the door and pushes it open.

"You done?"

"Yes."

I clutch the towel tightly around me.

"Drop the towel!"

"Please don't make me do this!"

He grabs me by the neck. I'm so startled that the towel falls to the floor. When it does he lets my neck go.

"There. That wasn't so hard was it?"

Tears fill my eyes. I try to cover myself with my hands.

"Hands down!"

I hold my arms stiffly at my sides. I want to disappear. I want to run and hide. I want to go home! I close my eyes. The tears begin to fall.

"Nice tits," he says. I feel him circling me. "Nice ass too."

My heart is racing. My palms feel sweaty. I want to get sick.

"I'm gonna get myself cleaned up. In the meantime, I gotta make sure you're gonna stay put!"

"I won't run."

"Don't insult my intelligence, girl!"

He grabs my shoulders. I let out a shriek of fright. He throws me across the bed. I squeeze my eyes shut.

This is it. I am going to die.

Ten minutes later, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I'm alive. The bad news is that I'm tied up like a Thanksgiving turkey. My wrists are bound behind my back. My ankles are tied together, and my ankles have been tied to my wrists. My arms are tightly bound to my sides by rope wrapped rather artfully around my breasts and upper torso. In addition, he has wrapped a tight rope around my waist, threaded it between my legs and tied the ends to my wrists! So if I struggle, the rope is going to basically stimulate me. My mouth is stuffed and taped shut. My eyes are taped shut. I can barely move, I can't see, scream, or talk.

"You just enjoy yourself while I take care of business."

I hear water running in the shower. Oh God, this is so damn uncomfortable! I do manage to roll onto my side, because lying on my stomach is crushing my breasts, and my fingers are numb.

"Mmmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," I pant. Fuck, this hurts! I try to roll to my other side. The rope pulls between my legs.

"Mmmmmmmmmph!"

Oh my God. That rope is rubbing my clit, and rubbing it hard too! No, no, no! I can't! I won't! I won't struggle! If I don't struggle, then I won't get aroused, right?

Wrong! I have to keep shifting my weight because wherever I lay, that body part that's pressed against the bed goes numb. The pins and needles feeling is driving me crazy! I roll back to my right side, and the rope pulls.

"Ommmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" Fuck! Shit! Shit! I can't help it or deny it anymore. I'm so fucking horny right now! My loins are on fire! I forget that I have been savagely kidnapped and that I'm totally at the mercy of the man who captured me. I am also at the mercy of these ropes holding me on this bed and teasing my naked pussy. I lay on my side so that I won't roll off the bed, but I keep yanking on my wrists.

"Nh Gnn! PHhnph fmmmph phn gnnn! N'm gnnnn cnm!"

For some reason, the sounds that I'm making are making me even hotter. I chew hard on the rag in my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" I roll onto my back and thrust my pelvis upwards.

"Well, well, well, I see that someone is enjoying herself."

I freeze. Shit! He caught me. The bed sinks under his weight. I am too scared to move. I'm still blindfolded. I don't know where the ends of the bed are! Falling off is not an option!

"Don't worry honey," he pulls me towards him. His hand is still damp from the shower, but I must admit, he smells a lot better. He releases the rope holding my wrists to my ankles, but he pulls that rope between my legs and ties it off at the small of my back.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"

"Feels good, doesn't it? Ever had your pussy teased by a rope?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I shake my head.

"No? Mmmmm, so you've never been tied and gagged before? I captured a pretty bondage virgin?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!" I cry.

"I'll take that as a yes, my dear. So, you've never cum by a rope? Hmmm?" He begins to play with my nipples with one hand and tugging on the crotch rope with the other. Shit, shit, shit! Oh shit! This feels good, too good! I can't, I just can't...

Yes, I can!

"You ever been fucked real hard by a white guy before?"

"Mmmmmmm!" I shake my head again.

"Well baby, what I did in that old train car is just a taste of what's to come. Speaking of which," he yanks hard on the rope, "I want you to cum for me again!"

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" I cry.

"Come on lovely," he runs his hand over my stomach, "you know you want to. You know this feels good. When is the last time somebody played with your pussy and your tits, huh?"

"N nnn'ph hnnmm!"

"What? What are you trying to say? Rub you harder?"

He grabs both of my breasts and squeezes them. I am twisting and moaning in response.