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Here And Now 03 Taken Into Custody

Here And Now 03 Taken Into Custody

by besteptsecret678
19 min read
4.18 (2600 views)
adultfiction

Author's Note:

Like previous installments of my Here & Now series, this is authored in 2nd person female perspective. This style, which I enjoy writing, is not for everyone, so buyer beware.

All characters and events portrayed are fictional.

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Its Tuesday, and your day has started out just like any other. You're up early, have made a breakfast of fruit and scrambled eggs, and planted a goodbye kiss on your partner on their way out the door for work.

Now, with the house to yourself, you take a minute to put on some music, relax in your favorite spot on the couch, while pulling up the news on your laptop. Its a routine you've mastered over the years, and is perhaps foundational to your overall mental well-being; that is, time to do your own thing.

Opening the screen, and before going searching the headlines, you realize you'd left your browser open to your preferred porn site, stopped at the finishing moments of an arousing bondage and orgasm denial scene you'd enjoyed the prior morning. BDSM, while not a part of you and your partner's normal sex life together, is a deeply rooted fantasy for you. "not today," you say to yourself... and close the page.

After perusing the day's headlines, you find little of interest except for one local story about a girl you knew back in high school, and how she's now under investigation, accused of some sort of financial crime. The story is vague, but it seems the girl you once knew may have been into some complex and shady dealings.

You head back to the kitchen for more coffee, thinking about her, remembering the fun Friday nights and the secrets and hopes that the two of you once shared. You were close, like sisters, but you hadn't spoken to her or even thought about her in ages.

Now, you're curious.

Back on the couch, you put your newfound interest into action. Your social media searches don't produce much at all, beyond a name and more recent photo of her. She's aged well, you observe. But, then again so have you, you counter.

Not satisfied yet, you switch back to your laptop and begin google searching; her complete, full name, since you know it, the name of the company she was said to be involved with, and even the address where she used to live.

It worked, at least you think it has. An unfamiliar website appears is among the results and seems to provide a routine, if not detailed collection of information. You read a list of her previous addresses and various employers, all in chronological order.

Another section names a husband with a divorce date next to it, and a list of family members. You click a link labeled Known Associates & Friends, wondering if you'll see your own name there. Its not, but as you are about to back up to the previous page, you scroll right and see a red notation next to some of the individuals named.

It says "co-conspirators" and your heart stops. You realize, this is not a website you have any business looking at.

You quickly close the window and slam down the screen on your laptop. "Fuck." You whisper, fearing you'd stumbled into some law enforcement investigative database. "Hopefully I wasn't in long enough to be noticed," you think.

So you take a deep breath, head into your kitchen for another cup of coffee, and try to relax.

A while later you answer a knock at your door, to find a tall, slender man wearing a dark suit and tie asking to verify your name.

You're not sure what to make of his appearance. He's blonde, attractive but looks serious, to the point of being intimidating. He asks if he can come in to ask you some questions about your internet search activity. He shows you a badge that designates some federal agency that you've never heard of, but which looks official.

You let him in, and the two of you take seats at your dining table. His questions are all about the website you'd accessed earlier. He's direct but still patient in asking for whom, why, the nature of your normal job and your association with your former high school friend. You answer all of his questions honestly, since you don't feel like you have anything to hide.

He pauses for a moment, then tells you that you're going to have to go with him and that some other individuals will have some additional questions for you. Again, he is polite and patient with you, but you can tell this is not something you have a choice regarding.

You are getting nervous, but follow his instructions and gather your ID and a sweater, while he waits by the door, then you proceed outside together to a waiting black SUV with dark tinted windows. Another man is standing next to the car, dressed similarly, waiting. He opens the back door but the blonde man moves to block your entrance to the rear seat.

He tells you "Its protocol that we handcuff you before you get in. Can you turn around please?" You do as he asks, put your hands behind you and hear zip ties, not handcuffs, as they close tightly around your wrists. He helps you into the back seat and then pulls the seat belt across your chest. As he does, his other hand deliberately cups your breast, then as the buckle clicks, he squeezes you.

He makes intentional eye contact, seemingly to gauge your reaction to the intrusion. He studies the look on your face. While you're uncomfortable with your situation, for some reason you don't actually mind that he just groped you. Your expression sends a message of indifference.

The other suit and he get in and drive in silence. You occasionally notice him making eye contact in the rear view mirror, but he is emotionless as best you can tell. Meanwhile, you get more nervous with each passing minute.

The car soon pulls up at a nondescript office building with no signage. He unbuckles your seat belt, again brushing deliberately against your breast, as he looks you in the eyes. He then walks you inside, through a plain looking lobby with a handful of other suits walking through, and then through another locked door. No-one speaks. The other guy with you has veered off another area of the office.

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He takes you down a short hallway and into a small room, with two chairs and a desk, what you recognize as an interrogation room. He leaves and you hear the lock of the door.

You're alone in this room for 10 or so minutes, before you hear talking, which turns to arguing outside the door in the hallway. The discussion is tense, but somehow professional. Abruptly he comes back inside and firmly grabs you by the arm and takes you out of the room, down the hall and secures you back in the backseat of the SUV. He makes no attempt to touch your breasts this time.

You can tell that he's flustered or irritated at whatever happened back at the office and presume, or you hope, that he's been accused of some kind of mistake and you'll be released now. He drives away, although in a different direction than you came. The other man is no longer with you.

You make a cautious attempt to talk to him, asking questions about what just happened, about where you're being taken now. He gives you nothing in return, just stoic silence.

The car turns onto a two-lane highway, then, after a short while, he pulls off into a deserted parking lot. You see him lift the lid on the console next to him and pull out a pair of scissors. You presume he's going to release you now, at least you hope so, although worried now where the hell you are.

Opening the car door beside you, he doesn't unbuckle you. Instead, he uses the scissors to start cutting upward from the hem of your pants, up your pants leg, and through your waist band, then repeating up the other side, eventually cutting away your pants. You're still handcuffed and seat belted in, so there's no point to resisting.

He continues this, cutting away your shirt sleeves, up the center of your blouse, and cutting away your bra straps. Finally, he snips away the sides of your panties and then pulls your shredded clothes out from underneath and behind you and tosses them on the floorboard.

You're now naked, handcuffed and buckled. He looks you in the eyes and smiles warmly at you. "You know you're all mine now, right?' He says. "Based on your lack of objections, I might even say you like this." The wet tingle between your legs tells you he's right.

He drives for what seems like another half hour, still in complete silence.

He pulls down a wooded driveway and arrives at a small house. It looks out of place, more like a tiny industrial building but with a porch and a traditional front door. An old barn can be seen off a hundred yards to one side. The driveway fizzles out and he drives up close to the front door, stopping in the grass.

He comes around to your side and opens the door. Again, Instead of unbuckling you, he squats next to the car and removes your shoes, then he touches your thigh. his hand glides slowly up and to the inside between your legs.

"Spread your legs," he tells you. You do what he asks, and his fingers touch the outside of your pussy. "Mmm... are you wet?" he asks. You nod yes. He probes a little deeper and confirms. Yes, your pussy is getting wet.

He grabs your breast, hard and forcefully this time, pinching your nipple... "I think you're going to like this," he smiles and says enthusiastically. He unbuckles you and walks you, naked, inside, locking the entry door behind him.

Inside you notice a basic kitchen area that opens to a nearly empty main room with one small window. There are a few simple chairs scattered around a folding table. It strikes you as something like a safe house from a movie. He walks you down a short hall, with closed doors on either side to a 3rd door at the end. He opens it and brings you inside, shutting the door behind. The floor is tile, and cold on your bare feet.

The windowless room contains a chair plus an old-style iron bed frame and a mattress with a fitted sheet over it. A nightstand has some blankets folded on top of it, and a drawer which is closed. Otherwise there's nothing in the room but the two of you.

He turns you around to face him, and says, "You know what comes next... right? I'm going to treat you like the slut that you are.... or maybe the slut that you want to be. You're going to do whatever I tell you.'

He pauses to let it sink in. "I'm going to use your body.... use your pussy.... use your mouth... in whatever way satisfies me." He smiles and continues, "That's what you want.... right?" You nod in silent acknowledgement, wetness starting to flow down the inside of your thigh.

You're breathing faster as he helps you lie down on the bed. Your captor retrieves a set of ropes from the drawer, and ties your legs to the bed, spread apart. Then he uses his scissors again to cut your zip ties, and secure your arms outward as well.

You don't resist. Now You're spread eagle, naked, and you know you're there for his pleasure.

You can see that he's breathing heavier as well, aroused at the sight of you. He reaches down again into the drawer and produce a headlight. Then he gets up, then leaves the room for a moment, during which the lights go completely dark. Then you hear the door open and close again. The headlight clicks on but is so bright, its blinding you.

"I'm going to undress now.." He tells you. "I can't very well be fully satisfied in my suit.." You watch as he moves about in the dark, stripping naked. "Do you want to see what I have for you." Then he looks downward at his crotch. The bright light is like a spotlight on his cock. You can see that he's erect, his rod bigger than average, but not enormous. He's circumcised, and the head is swollen and pink. He gives his shaft a squeeze which serves to show how hard he already is.

Next he sits down beside you on the bed, his hands caressing your torso, your chest, your neck. The light is shining brightly in your eyes like a car's headlight on a dark highway, so its difficult to see anything that's not illuminated with his gaze.

The light comes in close. His lips are touching yours. You open your mouth, inviting him into you. His tongue finds yours, teases, but then probes deeper, licking the deepest corners of your mouth. His breath is heavy, his mouth pressed hard against yours.

He breaks off the kiss, and his mouth is on your breasts... kissing all around your nipple on one breast, then the other, then finding and sucking on your nipples, soft at first, then harder, biting them periodically. You moan softly in pleasure. approving. "Oh yes...you like that huh? Do you want some more?" He pinches your nipples harder. "Do you like that too?" He asked. "Let me hear you. Let me hear you moan. Show me how much you like it." You exhale and moan out loud, wanting more. "Fuck yes!" He says in response.

He stops, and you can see his light directed downward to your crotch. He's still sitting beside you and you see the silhouette of his hand trace down the center of your belly, to the top of your mound. He rubs and massages you there for a moment, then his palm is illuminated as it moves to your pussy.

His fingers are barely touching you, brushing lightly up and down your slit. You're so wet. Then he's massaging your thighs. pressing and touching everywhere around your pussy, but not on it, teasing you. He asks you, "Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch your pussy? Do you want me to put my fingers inside of you?.... Well Tell me then.... Tell me what you want...."

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You nearly scream out loud in anticipation, "TOUCH ME! PLEASE! Fuck me with your fingers!"

His fingers slip easily inside your soaking wet pussy. Then, lubricated by your juices, he circles around and around your clit, lightly touching it, but not rubbing it. Your breath is getting faster, and he brings his other hand to your pussy, as his fingers slip inside you. He finger fucks you while rubbing slow circles around your clit with his other hand. Two fingers, then three, you can hear the sloppy wetness as he moves them faster in and out of your wet cunt. "You're so fucking wet. You. Nasty. Little. Cunt. I could finger fuck you like this all night..... Such a good good little slut... mmm... Yes, you like this....." His words drowning in the heat flowing out from your pussy.

"Don't you cum though." And he pulls his hands away.

"I'm going to need more of that pussy." He says. "We need to adjust you here." Then, One rope at a time, he unties your ankle ropes from below and reties them up on the headboard, so that your legs are spread and lifted high in the air.

He positions himself between your legs, his headlight shining on your pussy. you can see his swollen cock in the light. There's a line of pre-cum extending downward, shining from the light. He notices it, and uses a finger to draw it up, and then brings the finger to your mouth. "Taste that." He says as you lick and suck his fingers while he pushes them deep into your mouth.

Then his hand is back on your pussy again, fingers pushing deep into you as his thumb rubs your clit. You can see he's stroking his cock at the same time. "Fuck... this is so hot," he declares. "Come on baby.... fuck my hand, fuck it.... Fuck my fingers!"

In your present position, its difficult to do much but you attempt to lift your cunt upward and toward his fingers, your wetness running down the crack of your ass.

He scoots forward, his cock now touching your pussy lips. He grips his shaft and slaps his cock on your clit. He stares up to your face and the light is bright in your eyes again. Pausing, he says, "Maybe I shouldn't fuck you after all. I'm so turned on, I could jerk off and cum all over your pussy right here.... I could be satisfied with that... seeing your wet pussy, all covered in my cum".

Not waiting for him to ask what you know is the next question, you blurt out, "No. I want you to fuck me. Please. Please fuck me."

He moves over you, his arms beside you. He's so close to your face, the light in your eyes is even brighter, so you close your eyes since you can't see anything anyway. His cock is touching your pussy lips, you can feel him.

Then without warning, his cock penetrates you.

He starts to fuck you, using slow, deep thrusts. He pauses each time he's all the way inside you, pressing his pubic bone against your clit,, grinding against you.

His hands slide underneath your shoulders, holding you tightly in his grasp... you are completely under his control as his cock pumps in and out of you. Fucking you harder, you hear him whisper, "Yes..... fuck yesss... you like my cock deep so inside you....don't you?..... You love being fucked... you nasty slut..."

He's pounding into you as hard as his body will allow. your pussy is so wet, so close to cumming. He keeps on whispering in between his grunts and moans, "Fuck me baby.... fuck me."

Then suddenly he stops.

You feel his shaft slide out of you. You're breathing hard, Your pussy is aching for more. The look on your face shows your desperation. He moves to the side and as he does he slaps your pussy. "Sorry little cunt, that's all you're going to get of that for now... But I've not had my full satisfaction from you yet."

He gets up and moves the chair closer to the bed. You can tell he's looking mostly only at you from the direction that the headlight points.

He unties your legs, then also your hands. "Take a seat please," he instructs. You follow his instructions sitting down on the hard wooden chair.

He secures your hands behind you, and ties your ankles to the chair legs. Again, he squeezes your breasts, teasing you by tugging and pinching your nipples, not enough to create pain but enough to make you want more.

He then stands, straddling your legs and facing you. The light is shining down on his cock, inches in front of you. You see he's still very hard, glistening wet from your pussy. Pre-cum forms a long string downward.

He explains, in a calm, almost comforting tone, "I'm going to fuck your mouth now. It's what I've been wanting to do since I walked into your living room. To now see you just like this, and to see my cock between your beautiful lips." He strokes the side of your face with one hand. "Are you ready for me?"

His cock is still lit by the headlight, and you lean forward to accept him, but he grabs your head with both hands before you can put your mouth on him... "I did not say you could suck my dick. I said I'm going to FUCK your mouth. You need to just accept that."

Holding your head still, he moves his cock to your lips, telling you, "Open your mouth." Your lips parted, you can smell the sex, pre-cum, and your pussy juices, all mixed into the familiar smell of fucking.

He pulls you toward him as his hips push in the opposite direction toward your face. You feel his shaft reach the back of your throat. His cock is long enough that it won't all fit into your mouth cavity, but he's definitely going to try.

Over and over he pushes himself deep into your mouth. Your throat is closed tight, there's no way his cock is going into your throat, but he keeps pumping into you, fucking your mouth, thrusting as deep as your body will allow. "Mmm yes baby... take my cock.... Take it.... Take it..." Gagging sounds are coming out of you with each thrust. "Fuck yes baby. Take. That. Cock."

He instructs you to stick out your tongue, then with one hand he pushes down on his shaft, mashing it into your tongue, then he continues fucking your mouth, creating more friction between the surface of your tongue and the sensitive underside of his cock.

His movements soon become erratic and jerky. He's groaning in pleasure. You can sense he's about to cum. His hand grips his shaft and his body goes stiff. Your mouth open, your tongue still outstretched, you feel the warm liquid pulsing into your mouth. You hear him moaning as he empties the last drops of cum into your mouth.

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