Capture

Ally lay in her bed awake, and her mind raced as she tried to process everything that had happened to her that day. Her predicament was ongoing, truthfully, so she focused on taking stock of her current situation.

She was lying on her side, naked. Her hands were in front of her, balled into tight fists and wrapped first with some kind of plastic wrap, then with heavy duct tape. No amount of working her fingers had been able to make any progress toward freeing them. Her wrists were bound with plastic zip ties, but there was some kind of covering that kept the ties from cutting into her skin. This was one of the gentle touches that Ally had noticed her captor use.

Soft rope was tied around her waist, pressing her forearms into her body, but the real surprise was the rope tied around her upper arms, chest, and shoulders. She'd never seen anything like this on TV, and the way it pulled her arms in, immobilized her, and accentuated her breasts--

God, this is so humiliating

--actually felt good. She took a deep breath and felt everything tighten, and a pleasant chill went through her body. Her ankles were tied together with the same rope and secured at the foot of her bed, and maybe most humbling of all, he had tied a rope collar around her neck and a leash back to her headboard.

She was completely bound and utterly helpless. She squirmed, felt the embrace of his tight ropes, and let the words roll around in her head--

completely bound and utterly helpless...

She made a noise that she might call a whimper or a moan, but either way, it came out as a muffled

mmm...

He had filled her mouth with some kind of cloth and sealed it with more plastic wrap and tape. Her eyes had gotten similar treatment, and he had told her that it was for her own good. "If you see what I look like, I will make sure that you can never describe me to anyone." She didn't want to die, and she had been keeping her eyes squeezed shut under the secure blindfold.

While there were parts of the experience that had been very scary, Ally was very surprised by some aspects that had been almost tender, and to be honest, she didn't quite know how to feel. Even now, feeling his warm body behind her in bed wasn't frightening or repulsive. He was actually

cuddling

her, she thought, feeling one of his strong arms over her body, hand on one breast. She had been forced--well, raped, really, but it didn't seem like rape--but she didn't have any anger or hatred. It was all so confusing, especially... she couldn't even try to make sense of those parts yet.

For what felt like the hundredth time, she thought back to the beginning.

She had just walked into her apartment after finishing a Friday night workout, and she was grabbed from behind. Everything had happened so quickly, but she remembered ending up facedown on her living room floor with a hand gloved in leather clamped tightly over her mouth. There was a man on top of her barking orders at her in a husky whisper--"Shut the fuck up. Do as I say. Don't make a sound. You're going to be all right. I'm not here to hurt you." She got herself together and nodded her head as much as she could within his grasp. She didn't resist as he opened her jaw and eased what felt like a piece of cloth into her mouth.

The glove closed back over her lower face, and she felt some of his weight ease off her. "Hands behind your back." She wiggled and tried her best to comply--he helped her along with his free hand and then his bodyweight crushed her arms to her back. He brushed some of her tousled hair away from her face and then started winding a roll of something that was half saran wrap and half packing tape around her head and over her mouth. He stopped briefly to lock some kind of handcuffs around her wrists--they sounded like metal, but felt soft like leather--and then he kept going with the plastic wrap. He wound the plastic under her chin to the crown of her head, and then over her eyes. The entire encounter felt like it had taken forever, but she could swear that she'd walked in just a few seconds ago.

She heard the distinct sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll followed by the usual rip, and then she felt him meticulously smooth the strip over the plastic covering her lips.

Bbbbrrrr- vrip-

and then the blurry mess in front of her eyes became darkness as he settled the second strip in place to block her vision.

Why is this happening to me?

She could only lament silently as she felt her senses taken from her. She was being packaged like an object. "This is for your own good. If you see what I look like, I will make sure that you can never describe me to anyone." His voice was soft but commanding. Self-assured and reassuring. His warning drove the point home, and Ally resolved that she would not fight him or even try to get justice for this assault--she would do anything she had to do to survive this. And then move on.

She felt him get up, and her only movement was to try to relieve some of the pressure already building in her shoulders. She also tried to push the gag out of her mouth, if only to voice her compliance, but all she could do was barely push one edge of the cloth away from the back of her throat. She heard the door to her apartment lock and then some other rustling. Then he'd helped her to her feet and marched her presumably down the hall to her bedroom.

"Show me with your fingers what is the PIN to unlock your phone." Same tone--commanding, and easy to obey. Refusing was completely out of the question, and she immediately made two fists to give him the first number.

"Zero?" She nodded and then made a V with her right hand.

"Two." She flashed the two and held it in place.

"Two, seven? Your birthday? Good girl."

Ally would have been speechless even without a tight gag. She felt like an idiot for being so predictable, and she was terrified that this man, whoever he was, knew this about her.

Oh my god, he's going to see everything! No, no, no, no, no...

She heard the click of her phone opening, and she started to cry.

"Ally, I don't want you to be upset. I'm not going to hurt you as long as you do everything I say."

She shook her head--for a split second, she considered what would be worse, peaceful death or all of her nudes, sexts, and internet history made publicly available, and she started to hyperventilate. As she struggled to get her ragged breathing under control, she dropped to her knees. She was starting to feel faint...

She felt the plastic cut away from her mouth, then a single bare finger across her lips to keep the stuffing in her mouth and indicate that she should remain silent. She was able to draw deeper breaths into her lungs and calm down after a minute or so.

"Ally, I need you to remain calm for me. I'm going to ask you some questions, and I expect you to answer them truthfully and quietly." He pulled something half-tight around her neck (a belt maybe?) and keeping firm pressure on it, he pulled the cloth from her mouth. "If you try to scream, I will kill you. Nod if you understand."

She weakly but eagerly nodded, and she felt something soft press against her lips.

"Suck on this. Slowly. It's water." She did as instructed, and as the cool water refreshed her dry mouth and throat, she felt her composure returning.

"Tell me what's wrong."

God, his voice...

He commanded obedience and made her feel--almost safe? He wasn't going to hurt her--she just knew it. If she did as he said, she would be OK. And considering that she was cuffed, blindfolded, and defenseless against strangulation, she decided to answer candidly as he'd ordered her.

"Please don't let anyone see what's on my phone," she blurted out.

"Ally, I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I'm not going to hurt you, and I don't want to ruin your life. But I'm going to expect you to do as I say."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry about that now," he instructed, and she felt a soft, gentle kiss on her lips.

She had been ready for just about anything but that. The intimacy of it sent chills through her body, and for a few seconds, she remained motionless with her lips parted.

"I'm going to take what I want from you. Trust me, you'll be just fine."

Her mind was reeling. Everything was happening so fast.

Is he here to rape me?

The thought was perversely comforting. Ally knew that she was pretty, and if this guy merely wanted some quick sexual pleasure at her expense, she could indulge him and send him on his way. She would want to keep everything a secret as much as he would. She'd stay at a friend's house for a few weeks, change the locks or maybe move, and be done with this.

That kiss, though... Do rapists kiss like that?

The feeling of the cloth sliding back into her mouth brought her back to reality. She whined but offered no resistance as her mouth was again stuffed and sealed. This time when he was finished, he removed the belt choking her and began kissing the left side of her neck just above the collar of her blouse. Ally froze, but then moaned when she felt his hands lightly cup her breasts from behind. He must have noticed because she then felt his teeth on her shoulder muscle just beside her neck, and electric chills went through her body. Trying to resist the sensations, Ally pulled her head to the left in an effort to block him, but his strong hand clamped over her gagged mouth and pulled her head to the right. The feeling of being overpowered and held open and forced to endure the gentle nibbling was exhilarating.

Ally blushed when she heard the sounds that she'd been making, and then blushed harder when she felt his hands unbuttoning her blouse. Her head started swimming again, and she could only perceive what followed as a bizarre dance. She felt her blouse and bra undone and pulled down her arms as far as the cuffs would allow--it was seductive and erotic, and she allowed herself to get lost in his gentle touch. The caresses and kisses continued, and then she realized that he had begun winding something tightly around her upper body--it felt like some kind of rope, but it didn't hurt. She obviously couldn't see what was happening, but every wrap and tug made her more immobile. When he tied the last knot between her shoulder blades, she found her elbows pinned strictly to her sides by tight ropes and more bands tied across her shoulders, behind her neck like a halter top.

He then released her wrists from the cuffs and pulled her clothes away from her arms, and when he pulled her forearms behind her back parallel with the floor,

everything

tightened. "Ih oh ite..." she complained, but his only response was to grip her wrists tightly and run his hands over her breasts, playing his fingers across her nipples. Each time he touched her, all pain subsided, replaced by... warmth. She felt more rope binding her wrists, then it was pulled over the rope at the back of her neck--her hands heaved even higher--and tied off. As it set in that Ally's arms were bent behind her back and tied in place, she realized with embarrassment that her body was reacting to being stripped, bound, and touched against her will--she was starting to pant through her nose, and her pussy had started to throb.

Her captor picked her up off the floor and set her on unsteady legs. He pulled her jeans and panties off, and Ally knew he'd be able to see and smell her need. Need.

God, I fucking need it. I need it.

She had no idea what he was doing to her, but it was beginning to be too much--she had given in, and she was losing control of rational thought.

Usually, Ally enjoyed this part- once she was past the tipping point, she could be as wild as she wanted. Everything would start to feel even better, and the stimulation could start to build to a powerful orgasm. Hopefully the first of several. She never needed alcohol or anything else to enjoy the culmination of a romantic evening--falling into her own arousal was always intoxicating enough to lower her inhibitions and heighten the sensations. Now Ally noticed she was well beyond that point, and that was all the permission she needed to lose herself completely at the hands of her rapist.

He embraced her from behind as a lover would, and Ally felt his bare skin on her back. She reached back for him with her fingers and felt a strong, well-built torso. She felt his skin sizzling under her fingertips, but then he lifted her off the floor and laid her gently facedown on her bed. She then felt his hand gently form her left hand into a fist and squeeze it firmly as more stretchy plastic film wound around it.

Oh god

--she was shocked to find that the additional helplessness felt good and was pushing her farther into wildness. She obediently closed her right hand into a fist to be wrapped, and when he finished, she struggled and luxuriated in her bondage.

If she had a pillow between her legs, Ally thought she might be able to make herself come, but tied as she was, she could only buck her hips against her comforter, and the light sensations were only driving her crazier. In truth, an orgasm wouldn't be enough at this point--Ally needed to be fucked. She felt him open her legs wider and place something soft and cool against her pussy.

Ohhh...

As gentle vibrations started flowing into her, she realized that it was a vibrator--not hers, one that he must have brought.

It didn't feel like it would be powerful enough to bring her to the edge--let alone push her over--but she tried to work her clit against it anyway. Her efforts were thwarted with more rope--she couldn't tell what, but something had been tied into her upper body harness to keep her from inching down toward the foot of the bed. He picked up the vibrator and pressed it against her pussy, but only teasingly, making her work for the pleasure. She felt more rope winding around her left. ankle, and she realized that he was tying her down to her bed. When he was finished, her legs were pulled wide apart, she was held rigidly in place, and she was going out of her mind fighting not for freedom, but for satisfaction.

He picked up the vibrator, and as he increased the power, Ally realized that the pleasure she'd been working for but distantly dreading was inevitable. She was moaning into her gag now, and her body's voluntary and involuntary movements were working her toward climax. It was building, and when he slid his fingers inside her, she knew she couldn't hold it back any longer. She felt the intensity grow with each thrust in perfect rhythm, and it reached a crescendo where nothing else could possibly matter, and then finally, FINALLY, the pleasure exploded through her in pulses, wracking her body and emptying her mind of anything but the afterglow.

She had no idea how long she lay there motionless, but when she again became aware of her surroundings, she was still bound, still gagged, covered in sweat. She gave a quick thought to the immodesty of her open legs and her exposed ass and pussy, but she decided that the tip of the hard cock sliding up and down her slit felt good.

Oh god...

There wasn't anything she could do about it anyway, and as it slid inside her with increasingly deep pushes, she remembered that this is what she needed.

She was conquered, and the only question was how far he would go before he stopped.

Is he going to kill me?

No, she just knew that he wouldn't harm her--no use worrying about it anyway. She felt that she was now taking the full length of his cock, and his thrusts were putting just the right pressure on just the right places.

Where did that vibrator go?

She lay passively and allowed him to fuck her. The sensations of his desire and pleasure made her feel as good as taking any other lover, and she allowed her mind to ignore any concerns about disease or pregnancy. Her heart leapt as she remembered that satisfying him would bring this ordeal one step closer to its end, and she started to moan encouragement to him. Soon he was fucking her with strong, definitive force, and Ally felt the unmistakable flood of his hot cum into her pussy.

He lingered inside her and lowered the weight of his body onto her back and arms. He was moving his hips back and forth, savoring the last few bits of pleasure from her. "Good girl, Ally." They were the first words that she had heard from him in so long, and she knew from the butterflies in her stomach that the experience would have been even more pleasurable listening to his steely voice as he touched her and fucked her. She moaned and tried to match his rhythm, but the tight ropes held her too well. Then the hot, wet sensation of his cock pulling out of her made her moan with more desperation.

Please touch me. Please touch me.

But instead she felt him disengage, climbing off of her and leaving her on the bed.

The ropes holding her down began to loosen, and soon he was pulling her bound body into a sitting position at the side of the bed. She felt him take a few turns of rope around her neck, and then a tug pulled her up onto her feet. Her legs felt like jelly as he forced her to put one foot in front of the other.

He's pulling me on a leash

, she thought, pitying herself, and the entire experience hit her overwhelmingly. She had been subdued, raped, and now she was obediently following him through the darkness.

He took her into her bathroom--he sat her down on the toilet, she took the hint and the opportunity to pee, and she felt him clean her up with a warm, damp cloth, probably a towel. Her leash tightened again, and she once again followed, this time back to her bed.

Ally felt him fussing with the ropes behind her back, and then her forearms dropped down to a less painful position--

oh god thank you--

then she felt him add tape around her hands, zip ties around her wrists crossed over her navel, and rope around her waist capturing her forearms and keeping everything in place. She squealed with surprise as he picked her up off her feet--

like a princess!--

and laid her gently in place on the bed. He kissed her exposed forehead, nose, and neck, and then she felt a firm kiss on her gagged lips. She didn't know if the coo that escaped her throat was meant to beg for mercy, express gratitude, or show obedience, but the reflexive sound felt only natural.

"You've been a very good girl for me so far, Ally," he reassured her as she felt him binding her ankles and securing them authoritatively to the foot of her bed. "Rest if you can--I'm going to give you much more to enjoy tomorrow."

Ally had not been able to rest. He had gotten into her bed behind her--violation after violation, but it made her hot to think about it--and he had started to stroke her bare skin. The pleasure was electric but fleeting, and the only effects were to make her pussy wet and leave her frustrated that she couldn't touch herself.

The wispy brushes from his fingertips became slower and then died out completely, and soon light snoring sounds confirmed that her captor was asleep. None of the slight movements that she dared had brought her any freedom of movement, but some of the wiggling relieved a little pressure on her bound limbs. She could feel generous slack in the ropes around her neck, but she was acutely aware that she was at risk of cutting her air off.

Just lie still. Don't take any chances. He hasn't hurt me, and he'll let me go tomorrow. I hope.