You are scared, I could tell. Scared as I attack you from behind, as I whisper throatily to not struggle. Scared as I bundled you into my van and tied you up, gag you and blindfold you. Scared as I start to drive, an evil smirk on my lips.
I take you to my place, a small bare apartment that I had rented out specifically for you. I carry you up to it, ignoring your muffled screams. Your legs kick at my back, flailing around in the air. My face is near your crotch, and I press my face into it, smelling the pungent scent of your juices. I smile widely, and you squeal harder, ashamed by the wetness between your thighs. I knew that you would get aroused by my actions.
I open up the bedroom door and bind your wrists to the bed frame before removing your blindfold carefully. Your frightened eyes dart around the room, taking in the bareness of the room. The only furniture in the room is the double bed you're lying on and a long wooden box. I come over to you and you scream.
"Shush." I tell you quietly. "I don't want you to scream, not until I tell you too. If you follow my rules, I won't hurt you. Okay?"
I watch your big, scared eyes as you hesitantly nod yes. Slowly my fingers move to your crotch, slowly rubbing against your panties. Your eyes widen impossibly, and you bite into the gag, trying to stop your moans of pleasure as I stimulate your sexual needs.
I laugh as I discover how soaked your plain white panties are.
"Oh, you are excited are you!" I keep moving my hand back and forth, cupping your pussy in my hand. Your eyes burn with hatred for both me and yourself, hating how much you're enjoying my touch on your neglected pussy.
I know that you're married, a trophy wife, that you've only ever had sex a few times, that you hate your life. You need someone to fulfill your needs. I know you do.
I move my hand away from your pussy and you make a strangled, muffled noise, wanting me to continue.