violence. if you don't like it, don't read it.
Amy wanted to scream. She would have, but she couldn't, not with a sock stuffed into her mouth, covered over with duct tape. She tried, but all that came out was a sort of muffled, panicked hum. She lifted her head, and ropes dug their rough fibers into her naked back. Amy's breathing quickened as she realized her situation: she was naked and tied to a sawhorse. Similar ropes bound her wrists and ankles to the sawhorse's legs. Rope burns quickly formed and splinters dug into her tender flesh. Amy struggled briefly against her bondage, but gave up as she found it fruitless, only causing her pain. Instead, she tried to look around at her surroundings. She was definitely in some kind of building, but it was dark, and she couldn't make out details of the walls. The air was cool. Maybe she was in a basement. Amy's nipples were hard from fear and cold, and she shivered involuntarily, then immediately regretted it as splinters dug deeper into her.
Amy tried to remember what had happened to her. She knew she had been out for an evening walk. Amy searched her memory. Hadn't she been distracted by something? A sound? A puppy. It had been a man playing with a puppy and she'd stopped to admire the adorable little beagle. What had happened next? As hard as she tried, Amy couldn't remember anything after scratching the puppy's ears.
Heavy footfalls alerted Amy that someone was walking down a flight of stairs nearby, probably in work boots. A door squeaked open loudly, scraping as it caught on the doorframe. Amy saw brief light in her peripheral vision, but it blinked out again quickly as the door closed.
"Good. I've been waiting for you to wake up. Everything's more fun when you've got company."
Amy felt an acrid sting in the back of her throat. She fought down vomit-if she let that happen she'd almost certainly choke to death. She felt cold bolts of terror through her body and beads of sweat from fear and horror sprang up from her naked flesh. She tried to cry out around the sock.
The man chuckled. "Go ahead, dear. Scream away. There's no one else here, and I don't mind." He touched her buttocks with his fingertips, and slowly trailed his hand up her lower back, along her rib cage, and up to her shoulders.
Amy's terror was complete now, and she struggled hard, oblivious to the splinters and rope burn, which was now becoming severe. Tears pooled in her eyes and began trailing down her cheeks. This couldn't be happening to her. This happened only to other people, people on the news, not to Amy Kendrick!
She hadn't noticed immediately, but the man's hands were no longer on her. She heard an unmistakable sound. A short zipper unzipping. After a moment, she felt his touch again against her cheek. But not his fingers now--Amy felt something much warmer, not rough, and twitching slightly. Amy fought desperately again not to vomit: the man was stroking her cheek with his cock.
"The harder you fight, the more this will hurt, sweetheart. Trust me. I've gone through a lot of girls." The man chuckled again, realizing his own pun. "But a little struggle is nice. Makes for a tighter cunt. That's why I chose you, Amy. You look like a tight fit. Tiny girl. But not too tiny." Amy winced as he suddenly grabbed her left breast and squeezed hard. He traced her face with his cock, running it along her jawline, pausing over her duct-taped mouth, back along her cheek, and pushing against her ear. Amy was beginning to hyperventilate. She didn't want this. She didn't want anything like this. Just last week, Amy and her boyfriend had been shyly discussing 'going all the way.' Jake had been sensitive and patient, but now Amy wished she had already slept with him. She had heard that the first time could be painful, and she was disgusted to think that this sick bastard would be the man to take her virginity. Amy clenched her buttocks at the thought. If only Jake were here now; he would save her. He would try anyway. Amy knew that right now, unless her situation changed suddenly, she would have no chance to get away from his intentions.
The man continued massaging and tugging her breast, and began rubbing his thumb against her erect nipple. Amy's hands were in fists, her toes curled. "Amy. Amy darling." He knelt by her and Amy thanked God that his filthy cock was no longer on her face. "My name is Damon. In case you'd like to know." Amy gasped through her nose as his tongue met her nipple, and his lips closed around her areola. He sucked for a moment, then flicked his tongue against her stifffened nipple, then, as Amy lay steeled against him, he bit down. Amy jumped. "What do you think, Amy darling? I'm ready for you if you're ready for me." Amy shook her head, but of course that made no difference.
Damon stood and took two short steps before laying a hand on her buttocks. Amy's muscles ached from clenching so hard, but she was not about to release. He traced a finger from base of her spine, slowly approaching her labia. Amy felt the light pressure of his cock against the back of her thigh.
