Susan never saw it coming. Mall security had warned her several times not to walk to her car alone after work, but they were all beneath her notice. After all, they were just rent-a-cops for the local mall right? Besides, she had seen the way the security guards all leered at her. One had even had the gall to ask her out once. Susan had laughed in his face. She couldnât imagine actually being seen with a lowlife like that.
She worked hard to keep her body looking its best, and she was saving herself for Mr. Right. Actually she really wanted Mr. Rich, but she would settle for someone of equal standing to herself. Susan had big plans. Another month of saving money, and she was out of here. Her best friend Beth had an apartment at the beach and a job in sales at a trendy new marketing firm already set up. Susan was just biding her time now.
As she walked into the deck, however, she saw a strange van parked two spaces away from her Civic. She reached her car and began rifling through her purse for her keys. The reflection in the car window was her only warning before everything went black.
She awoke in darkness. Her muscles were stiff and aching, and her head throbbed in pain. Groggily she tried to sit up, but the pain in her head was too much, and she sank back down. After a few minutes of deep breathing to calm the ache in her skull, she opened her eyes and looked around. The room was dark, and it took several minutes for her eyes to adjust, but dimly she could make out the furnishings of a small bedroom.
The bed she had been sleeping in was slightly larger than a double bed, and it seemed that the sheets hadnât been changed in months. There was a hole in the dry wall by the nightstand, and another in the wall near the door. Discarded cigarette packs lay strewn everywhere, along with several other pieces of unidentifiable trash. Gingerly Susan attempted to get up. The floor creaked loudly as she did so, and she jumped at the sound.
The door swung open, and an extraordinarily large man walked through. Susanâs first thought was that this was the largest man she had ever seen. Easily over six and a half feet tall, he wore a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off clearly defined muscles. His eyes were bright blue, and he had a military style crew cut. When he spoke, it was with clear authority.
âWhatâs yer name bitch?â The southern accent made her wince.
âS⊠Sus⊠Susan.â Speaking brought back the pain in her head.
âNot no more it ainât. Yer name is fucktoy now, and thatâs the only name you answer to. You got it?â
He looked at her menacingly, and she quickly nodded her head, bringing an explosion of pain from the back of her skull.
âTell me yes sir, dammit!â he yelled as he grabbed her arm to keep her from falling.
âY⊠yes sirâ she whimpered, the words barely more than a whisper.
âGood, good. Yer learning. Now lemme explain the rules here. You can call me Billy. Thatâs not my name, but it will do for you. You are now my fucktoy. You do what I say, when I say it. If you do everything I want, Iâll let you go soon, unhurt, and this will be nothing but a memory. If you resist, well âŠâ
The glare in his eyes left no doubt in Susanâs mind that she would not resist. The thought of this manâs hands on her made tears well up in her eyes. She was about to be raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. âBillyâ was having none of it. His arms quickly lifted her off the ground and he carried her back to the bed. âUndress slut. Get yer clothes off. I wanna see what yer hidin under there.â
Through her tears, she knew that failure to comply was simply not an option. She began unbuttoning her blouse, noting with despair the dirt that had already accrued on it. It was a designer blouse, and one of her favorites. Apparently, this was lost on Billy, who was equally lost in patience.
He grabbed the two sides and ripped open her blouse, revealing her skimpy bra as the remaining buttons spilled to the floor. Susan had always been proud of her tits, as they were all natural 34 DDâs.
She had spoiled herself on lacy bras and panties all her life, though her taste in undergarments left little to the imagination. Billy clearly appreciated what he saw. Reaching out to cup each breast, his fingers teased her nipples to life. Susan whimpered, although she wasnât sure if it was fear or ⊠something else. Nobody had ever touched her breasts like that before. Her body shuddered under his touch.
âYou got some nice tits here bitch. They look real. Are they real, fucktoy?â he asked, with a small measure of pride in his voice.
She could still barely manage a whisper as his fingers continued to torment her nipples, which were standing erect at this point, âY⊠yes sir. Theyâre real.â
âGood, good, canât stand the fake ones. Just donât feel right.â
He continued to caress her nipples for another moment before stopping to remove her blouse. âTake off the bra,â he said gruffly, âand the rest of your clothes too. I wanna see what kind of toy I got to play with.â
Her hands shaking, she reached to the front of her bra to unclasp the hook. As she did so, her breasts spilled out, creamy white and firm. Billy whistled in appreciation. She quickly removed the bra and blouse. Billy, clearly struck by her magnificent breasts, smiled greedily. âNow the rest, fucktoy. I wanna see it all.â
She grimaced at his words as a tear rolled down her cheek. She knew she had no choice but to obey. Her fingers barely able to function from fear and exhaustion, she slowly undid the buttons on her jeans and slid them to the floor. Billy chortled upon seeing her lacy panties.