It was completely dark when I opened my eyes. Seeing only vague shadows until my eyes adjusted, I tried to feel my surroundings. I realized then that I couldn't move my limbs, arms or legs, because I was bound to the mattress I was on. The mattress was bare, worn and thin. I could feel springs poking up into my back, through the thin fabric of my tank top. Each time I struggled to move, the bed squeaked as if it was complaining. How long I have I been here?
Adjusting to the pitch black of the room, I noted the walls were made of grey cinder block, the floors were concrete and the room had nothing else in it. The room was a significant size, at least ten feet around each of the free sides of the bed. The room had no windows, so I figured I was being kept in a basement or secret room. Scared that the squeaking would bring attention to my abductor, I kept still and studied my ties. My arms were tied to the bed frame at the far corners of the bed by a small rope attached to chain which wrapped around my wrist like a handcuff. Each time I struggled the chain became tighter against my wrist and I was incapable of loosening the bonds. On each ankle I could barely see the sharp handcuff attaching my long legs to each of the other bed posts. My body was stretched fairly long, making me unable to bend, reach or do anything which would enable me to escape.
Extremely thirsty and hungry, I decided to try to speak. My mouth was insanely dry and my throat was sore. I realized then that I must've already suffered some abuse, physical and sexual at the hands of my captor. Hearing my attempts to speak, he moved into the doorway. Seeing only his shadow, I was immediately frightened. His large frame took up most of the doorway in both width and height. His body looked muscular and toned, and his frame was impressive. Slowly he moved closer, until I could see his face and body with more detail. Not handsome, his face looked rugged and worn but his body remained impressive. His skin on his arms and face was scarred. He was, in a word, menacing. I could see defined muscle tone in his arms, shoulders, chest, abdominals and legs underneath his dirty wife beater tank top and jeans. He wasn't wearing shoes. His head and face were fully shaved and his mouth was set in a hard line. He looked at me like I was less than human. "What?" he asked, coldly.
"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?" I asked desperately. In my 24 years I knew I had never done anything that would make this type of treatment remotely necessary, or deserved. Instead of answering my questions, his eyes narrowed as he took in my form. Lying on the bed, I felt incredibly vulnerable. As the silence grew my fear did too, waiting for any response from this mean looking man.
Sneering into my face he reached out his hand and touched my leg. Running his fingers quickly but softly, he traced his fingers upward, caressing my calf at first, then my thigh and lastly running his fingers over my groin lewdly. My anger rising, I screamed and bucked wildly trying to throw his hands off my body to no avail. He increased the pressure of his touches and slapped my face in an effort to subdue me. Stinging from the pain, I stopped moving but began again when he reached to unbutton my jeans. I didn't want him to touch me again and tried all the I could to bring my knees up to both block him from his mission and to injure him if possible. My strength was low and my stamina was not what my athletic body should've had within it. I knew instantly I had been here for quite some time already.
Grinning ear to ear, he watched my pathetic struggles. He almost laughed when my eyes met his and I called him nasty names and asked him to let me go. Now having removed my pants, at least, pulled them down past my knees, I was wearing only my tank top and thong. Still grinning, he ran his pointer and middle finger along the crotch of my panties, rubbing my clit through the fabric and running his fingers lower to feel along my pussy. The thin string covered nothing and was of no use protecting me from his fingers. He pulled the string aside and placed his body over my legs, and bringing his face between my thighs.
I screamed bloody murder when he touched his tongue to my pussy lips and flicked the tip over my clit. He used three fingers to rub my hard nub quickly from side to side as he slid his tongue in further. Reaching his arms up and under my ass he lifted my body closer and pushed with his elbows to spread my legs as much as he could make them go while bound to the bed posts.
