Sam let the water run over her body in her small efficiency apartment shower. The small apartment was dinky but she loved it due to the fact she lived alone. Sam washed the conditioner out of her hair and finished by shaving her under arms and her pussy.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hand over her sensitive clit. A vague thought about not having any sex for a few weeks shot through her head and she laid her forehead against the shower wall.
Sam has been rejecting her boyfriend's advances for sex for a few weeks now, being sorely disappointed that he doesn't listen to what she truly wants in bed. She has gone into great detail about how she wants to be dominated over, his bitch essentially, but being the sweetheart he is, he only goes for what she refers to as "vanilla" sex. Which is nice, but not what she is craving day after day.
Sam shut off the water and ran her hands over her wet clit before withdrawing her hand, attempting not to torture herself. She grabbed the towel and dried herself off, stepping out of the shower. Sam her a slight tap, but when she looked at the front door that was right in front of her bathroom, there was no shadow on the other side of the blinds on the window. Sam picked up her hair dryer, spending time to work the brush through her drenched hair until it was only slightly damp. Re-securing her towel around her chest, she stepped out of the bathroom, into the kitchen and turned to face her bedroom that doubled as the living room.
Her heart dropped into her gut as she was facing a man leaning up next to one of three windows in her apartment, but the only one that would not latch. He kicked off the door and took a step towards her. Sam whirled and grabbed the door handle, but before she could flip the dead bolt, fingers were threaded through her hand and pulled her backwards. She screamed and she was cut off when he hand was secured over her mouth. She let out a sob as she kicked and attempted to bite his hand. He pulled her backwards, making her lose her footing and being dragged mostly. She grabbed his hand in her hair and tried to scream in pain. He threw her onto her futon face down. He straddled her back. She felt his weight shift as he reached to the side of her bed. She bucked, trying to push herself up. She took in a lung full of air and opened her mouth when he shoved a ball gag into her mouth and expertly latching it securely behind her head. She grabbed at it and he ripped first one wrist away in a death grip.
A soft cuff encircled her wrist before he released her hand. She brought it back to the ball gag, trying to unfasten it. He grabbed her second wrist and wrapped the same cuff around her other wrist before wrenching her first wrist behind her back, securely latching the two wrists together. Sam screamed into her ball gag as she kicked and bucked, pulling at her wrists. She felt him get off her and she rolled over. He smiled down at her and crossed his arms in victory.
"There we go! How are you, dear?" Sam looked around in quick succession, she sat up and felt her towel start to slip. The man looked down and noticed as well as he grabbed it and ripped it away. Sam let out another scream, being muffled by the gag. She stood up and he pushed her right back down.
He straddled her stomach, his jeans rubbed against her belly as she tried to wiggle out from under him with no avail. She looked up at him pleading and she saw a collar in his hand. She froze and he smiled widely.
"Sam, I have been watching you for some time. I watched you walk around naked as if no one was watching. I saw the dirty stories you have read and what your preference of category for porn was. I know you want this. It is time that you just acknowledge it to yourself as well."
He leaned down and strapped the thin black collar around her neck. He reached over her to the head of her futon, rubbing his stomach against her face. She could feel the hard muscle under his shirt and knew full well she couldn't fight him off. She whimpered and watched as he drew back up with a cord. He latched it to the collar and she jerked, attempted to sit up even with his weight on her, only to get yanked back by the unyielding collar. He placed each hand on her breasts and kneaded them gently before roughly pinching her nipples. She yelped and attempted to wiggle out from under him.
"That's right, bitch. Keep fighting it. From now on, when you make noise you will get punished. You will get your body used any way I want and by the end you will either beg for me to fuck you, or maybe I will take you home with me. I haven't decided yet."
Sam froze at the threat of being kidnapped and her body abused. She let out a small sob and was met with a slap across the face. She was stunned and she stared back at the man in disbelief. He wasn't much older than her 19 years she noticed and he seemed to be enjoying himself.
She realized he will win no matter what she does as he continued to twist and pull at her nipples. She writhed under him and he released them. He got off of her and turned on a lap, casting light in her small apartment. She got a better look at him. He could not have been older than 30, with jeans and a black t-shirt. She noticed his bulging muscles and the large package in his jeans. There was a table next to her bed and she noticed on her table a duffle bag she had never seen before. He reached into his bag and pulled out a blindfold and she kicked out at him. He pushed her legs out of the way before securing the blindfold over her eyes and she started breathing heavily. A few minutes passed and she couldn't hear where he was. She was breathing heavily and whimpered. She suddenly heard him going through his duffle bag.
"Oh Sam. I am not going to leave you with out any pleasure. I want you to beg me to fuck you. To have your wet cunt spasming around my cock." She felt her pussy heat up and she shook her head violently, denying herself of the pleasure. She felt a strap around her upper thigh. Sam stilled herself and felt him place another strap around her other thigh. She bucked when she felt something being placed onto her clit with another strap around her waist. She felt him remove himself from the bed and she continued to buck, attempting to remove whatever was placed against her clit.
Suddenly a powerful vibration was sent through her clit and she let out a surprised wail at the onslaught to her sensitive clit. She cried as she had a harder time catching her breath. She couldn't hear him over the loud and powerful vibrations. It seemed to go on forever and her toes curled as she felt her pussy spasm. She let out a cry of anguish as she felt her legs become wet. She felt him run a finger along her slit. Suddenly she felt him wipe something damp on her cheek and she could smell her arousal.
He flipped her over and shoved a few pillows under her, raising her hips in the air and she screamed out into her gag. She felt him palm her backside. He removed his hand and suddenly the vibrations against her clit stopped. She heard something and couldn't place it. She felt him kneel on the bed next to her and she felt the tension with the collar lesson. He pulled off her blindfold and she saw the large window facing the street had the blinds pulled up all the way and a few drunk people were walking by, some looking her way. She screamed against her gag and the man stood her up before sitting on the bed. She started to back away from him but he reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her across his lap.
"I told you if you made sounds that you would be punished. Did I not?" She sobbed as her stomach rubbed against his jeaned, her ass pointed towards the window. Suddenly a powerful slap came across her ass and she screamed. He continued to slap her ass silently as she writhed under him, sobbing as her cheeks began to burn.
