She awoke to the sound of heavy metal and a roaring engine. When she tried to open her eyes, something tight kept them shut. They had been covered by a rough cloth, what seemed to be an old handkerchief. She tried to open her mouth to scream but soon realized a wad of fabric was stuffed in her mouth, covered with duct tape to keep it in place. She soon realized that her wrists and ankles were also bound, her body carelessly thrown into the back of what seemed to be a van. Panic started to overcome her body. She screamed and screamed but no sound other than a muffled "mmph" came through. She began to shake with fear, knowing that the place she was going would be her last. The man driving the van heard that she had woken up, just as he was pulling into the driveway of his hideout.
"Ahh perfect timing little lady! We've been driving for hours, I thought I'd killed ya!" He exclaimed. His voice startled her, causing her to shake more than before. 'I'm going to die' she thought. The words would not leave her. She knew that this man had evil intentions, and that there was no way of escaping. The man stopped the van and slammed the door shut. The blindfold made it impossible for her to see anything that was happening. She could only rely on what she heard. The man opened the doors at the back of the van, gazing upon his treasure. "Oh honey..." He whispered, wondering how he could ever get his hands on such a beautiful specimen.
He grabbed her bound ankles, making sure to keep her sexy stilettos in place while he yanked her out of the van. She landed headfirst on the gravel, the sharp rocks sticking into her exposed thighs, arms and head. He lifted her over his shoulder and closed the doors, smacking her ass as he made his way to the door of an old house. She couldn't help but cry. The cloth covering her eyes soon became soaked with her tears, but she did not fight him. All that escaped were a few small sniffles.
The man unlocked the door of the house with his free hand. The floorboards creaked under his immense weight as he made his way to the basement stairs. At the bottom, he dropped the woman onto the floor with a painful thud. He helped her straighten up and stand while keeping her binds intact. She kept her head lowered, even as he pulled the tight blindfold away from her large, green eyes. He lifted her chin roughly so she was forced to look him in the eyes. Her beauty stunned him. He couldn't bear to see such an ugly gag covering such a beautiful face, so he ripped away the duct tape and pulled out the damp piece of cloth that kept her quiet.
He expected her to scream, but her fear kept her silent. He watched as her puffy red lips quivered and droplets slowly trailed down her face. A rush of excitement overcame him. He owned her! She was all his. He could only imagine the taste of her sweet pussy, betraying her, aching to be fucked. She looked into the man's dark, black eyes and saw a flash of insanity, right as he grabbed her by the neck and forced her lips upon his. Her tears flowed freely, unable to breathe as he choked her with his hand and tongue. He pressed her against the wall, never freeing her from his tight grasp. His hungry tongue plunged deeper into her mouth, exploring the walls as she began to gasp for air. He suddenly realized that with his excitement, his grip on her throat had tightened. He pulled away, relaxing his grip and allowing his prize to breathe. Her cries became audible as she gasped for breath.
His cock grew larger and larger as he gazed upon her open lips. Her bottom lip was slightly bigger than the top, but both were large compared to most people. He imagined what they would feel like, wrapped around his hard cock, her sad eyes looking up at his, glistening with fresh tears. She had even worn bright red lipstick to attract more attention to her luscious mouth. He pressed his denim covered bulge against her stomach while she regained her breath. It was becoming harder to resist just tearing her to pieces. To his surprise, she was the first to talk.
"P-please sir. Don't hurt me. You don't need to do this. Please." Her voice was small and meek. He wanted her to moan for his cock. All he could think about was fucking her brains out, but he couldn't let her believe she was safe. He brought his hand down across her cheek harshly, drawing blood at the crease of her lips and leaving an ugly, deep mark in her soft flesh.
"Did I ever say you could talk to me cunt? You're mine now. You only speak when spoken to, you hear me?" In her shock, she could do nothing but shake. "I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME." He slapped the same cheek once more, causing her to scream with pain as more blood dripped down her chin.
"Y-y-yes s-s-sir I u-un-un-under-understand."
"You may be pretty but you sure are a dumb cunt!" He laughed as he pushed her to the ground. She hit the cold concrete floor with a hard thud. The man climbed on top of her and pulled a knife from out of his boot. He cut through the tape that bound her ankles and wrists together. She took this as her chance to try and run, but his weight was too heavy. "Ahh! You think you can struggle do you? I didn't think you had it in ya!" He mocked her, but she continued to fight. 'This is my only chance' she thought, believing that he would kill her once he was done using her. She managed to free one of her arms from his grasp and land a punch in his stomach. The force startled him just enough to let his guard down, and she used all of her strength to push him off of her. Once standing, she used the heel of her stiletto to try and kick him in his balls. Unfortunately, she missed, landing the heel in between his legs, giving him the chance to grab her ankle and pull her to the floor.
