It was a beautiful evening. She didn't want to sit in the house, and she needed a few things from the store. While she was shopping, she noticed a guy checking her out; the same guy, several times. He was big, and obviously in shape with a dark expression and dangerous eyes. His looks made her shiver in fear, but also excited her. Rape fantasies had been a favorite of hers for years. Of course she didn't really want to be raped, but thinking about it was an electric shock to her pussy. After the 3rd time they passed each other, he was openly staring at her. Suddenly, without even realizing what she was going to do, she faced him and said "Everyone looks. No one does anything about it." And then she walked quickly away stunned at her own forwardness.
She was putting her groceries in the car when she felt a hand go around her neck, and over her mouth. Fear washed over her and she went completely still. She quickly snapped out of it as he tried guiding her to the car next to her own. She kicked, screamed, and tried biting his hand, but he overpowered her easily. He popped open his trunk and shoved her in it.
"Trust me, you will enjoy this." He said as he closed the trunk.
All she felt was fear. This was no sexy fantasy, it was reality. Too real, too painful, and too wrong. She scratched, kicked, and screamed as he drove. She hated dark, enclosed places. She felt as if she couldn't breath, and the smell of stale oil did not help either. The car hit every bump in the road and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her as they turned several corners. She tried to guess the turns and measure the distance they'd driven but quickly lost track of where they might be.
It felt like an eternity as he drove on and on into the night, but she was sure it was only a few minutes. She tried to think logically. She would kick and spring free as soon as the trunk opened. If she got out of this she was taking some kind of protection classes. How could she be overpowered so easily?
The vehicle finally slowed down, stopped, and the engine turned off.
This was her moment to get free, all she had to do was kick and run. Easy. Peasy. The only problem was she still felt light headed and shaky.
The trunk slowly opened, and she kicked it open. He must have anticipated this because he stepped back out of the way. As soon as she sat up, he was on her, overpowering her with his strength.
"Stop fighting me. I will not hurt you. I'm only going to give you pleasure, and torture you with orgasms. "
She immediately stopped fighting. Her body responded to his orders and the confident sound of his voice, and she felt the beginning of her arousal.
Damn her traitorous body. She shouldn't want this. She should want to be free and call the police.
Looking around, she realized she was inside a garage. The door was closed, and there were no windows. Even if she could twist away from him, there was no real hope of escape.
Without a fight, she let him guide her into the house and downstairs. Maybe if she cooperated, he would be gentle with her and eventually let her go. She could feel her wetness at the realization that he would almost certainly end up fucking her.
She could see they were in an older farmhouse. The basement wasn't at all what she expected. There was no wet musty smell. It was well lit, and rather warm. The walls looked like they came right out of the 1980s. They were covered in flowered wallpaper. It was clean, and rather ordinary.
And then she noticed the chains hanging from the rafters, and a table over to the side. There was a belt and a paddle laying on it.
Again fear washed over her. He had lied. She wasn't safe, and he would not give her pleasure. She screamed and tried again to get away, but he was so strong. He had broad shoulders, big arms, and he towered over her. He easily had her arms secure and cuffed above her head. She was slightly suspended. Her legs were cuffed, and spread apart.
"I'm going to blindfold you. " He tied a blindfold over her eyes. With her eyes covered her senses became sharper. He was moving around the room, and she could hear the swoosh of his pants.
His touch sent electricity through her body. He cut each article of clothing off her body. She was naked and exposed to this man. For some unknown reason, she felt like she needed to cover herself. She couldn't and was completely helpless. Would he like her body? No! She didn't care. She wanted to be free.
He was so careful cutting away her clothes. So gentle in his touch. She wanted to believe he wouldn't hurt her. As he continued to carefully cut away her clothing, touching her softly, she began to feel safe again, despite the fact she was bound by him. Stepping behind her he took her hair and twisted it in his hand. He pulled her head back and wrapped his hand around her throat. He squeezed just enough pressure to cut off oxygen. Fear exploded in her mind again, but now her body was confused; she was turned on and scared at the same time. She wanted laugh, cry, and fuck all at the same time.
He came to the front of her, still holding her hair and again gripping her throat. She could feel his eyes taking in the sight of her body. His hands released her, and began slowly caressing her.
He started at her neck, and moved slowly to her breast. She squealed as he pinched her nipples hard. His mouth replaced his hand. He bit down, hurting her tender flesh.
Her whimper was music to his ears. His cock twitched. He was so fucking hard is dick was throbbing against his pants. He released his belt, unzipped his pants, and watched as they hit the floor. He felt a small amount of relief as his cock bounced free.
He stroked his cock as he took in this beautiful woman in front of him.
