To the Captor: I'm taken by you in the middle of the night. You climb through my window like Edward from Twilight! I panic, but I realize how sexy you look in that black T-shirt and jeans with chaps. Your leather vest is so amazing and I want you very bad. You're muscular, 6'3 and tattooed all over. You feel my face and run your hands down to my pussy. I shriek, so you put a hand over my mouth. I'm a blonde bimbo who's very pale and has big blue eyes and a tight, thin body. I'm 5'5 and have a nice ass and 34C tits. I shave my pussy. Please rape me!
"Shut up, slut. If I hear another peep out of you, I'll rape you right here, right now!"
He tugged at my night gown and I squirmed. I thought to myself; this is your fantasy, you slut, you wanted to get into BDSM so rape wouldn't be so bad--if it ever happened. I got up out of my bed and turned on the light.
"Sir, I have to show you all my toys that you can use to torture me!! I have plenty of vibrators, a butt plug, duct tape, nipple clamps, a few gags, cuffs, handcuffs, a collar and a leash!" I smiled at him in the light and he smiled an evil grin. I was surprised he let me speak.
"Ok, you are a really dirty freak--you're a dumb, brainless slut for showing me ways to torture your pussy, ass and tits. I'm going to put your gag in you ASAP, bitch. Let's grab the stuff and head out to my house. You're going to ride a fucking motorcycle for the first time, so grab on to me, bitch!" I turned off my light and went out the window with him. Since he parked down by the driveway, his bike didn't make much noise when he showed up, earlier.
"Mmm yeah..." I spoke suddenly as I got onto the b**** seat. He looked at me as if he knew how much I craved being able to ride one of these devilish bikes...a real motorcycle!
"Hush, slut. I live close, we'll be there soon!" With that we drove off on his sexy orange motorcycle. He sped up to 40mph. I couldn't see well because it was dark. I couldn't breathe well because of the gag. I wondered what people were thinking when they saw us coming down the road. I felt the cool air on my tits, because I wasn't wearing a bra. My 34C breasts bobbed up and down in my cream lace nightgown. I heard an Avenged Sevenfold song and that's when I knew...This guy is perfect! I still had no clue who he was and I was excited, but nervous because he could ultimately keep me locked in a cage, handcuffed for days or better yet raped!! ☺
My captor blasted the A7X song, called Almost Easy because he was trying to get me to shut up. Suddenly he asked,
"Are you okay, bitch? No crying baby, you don't need to be sad! I'm going to set you free. I know your boyfriend can't please you, like a bad boy like me! Trust me, bitch, after tonight--you'll only want me! I'll make you my sex slave, you cunt!"
"Mmm ah!" I mumbled through the gag. My crying subsided, but I was so wet and ashamed. These disgusting words were like words of endearment. I just wanted to be wanted--to be his bitch meant so much. I felt the air on my tits again and the leather against my panty covered pussy. He asked me if I was wet and ready, so I hugged him tighter. I cried happy tears, suddenly, but the wind made them disappear.
"Be quiet, my baby whore! I'll torture you soon, just five more minutes! Relax." I shivered when I heard a familiar riff. It was Scream by A7X. I hated these very rape-like lyrics. I was scared because he was singing it clearly,
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side there's no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time
You know I make you wanna scream
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
but know it's too late you've wasted all your time"
"That's what I'm going to do to you bitch! You'll scream and moan so loud for me!" I smiled and he laughed an evil laugh as we pulled into a large development. I was still gagged.
"Well, my beautiful slave cunt...we're here!! You are such a greedy little one, aren't you! Crawl to my door, now! I plan to use most of your toys!! What a good little cunt! Now--get on the couch!" My captor stripped me naked and smiled when he saw my clit piercing. He took my gag out when I sat onto the black leather couch. His house was a bachelor pad for sure--blue, black and grey was his color scheme. Skulls and pictures of naughty, naked women were everywhere. This was some sort of rocker dude, for sure!
My captor tied my wrists behind my back so I was helpless. I started to cry again. He then put on a Danzig CD. This guy sort of looked like Glen Danzig in his early years or even Synyster Gates from A7X!
"Sir. Can you rape me please?!! I was supposed to get raped six years ago on my first boyfriend's birthday...but I didn't let him. I would have, if I could go back in time!! I just wasn't ready! ☹" Another bawl started to flow from my eyes and he smiled sadly.
"Awe, really? Like...BDSM rape or vanilla? I bet you regret this now, my pretty cunt. It's okay, baby. You're such a sweet girl to regret not being raped! I'm going to fix your guilt, my pretty cunt baby...Now, spread your legs and show me that disgustingly wet pussy, bitch!! I like that little clit ring, by the way!" he yelled. I complied and I spread my legs, sitting up on his leather couch. I was so wet, so he stuck a few fingers up my vagina. Oh, and just so you know--it would have been vanilla rape, without a condom. I almost thought of that guy for a few seconds until my captor got up in my face again.
"Mmm...gross...that's so wet for me. We don't even need your mint lube!" My captor finger fucked me and dominated my body and my mind. He also blindfolded me. I squirmed uncontrollably, but it only made it easier for him to shove his middle and index fingers back and forth.
"So, bitch, are you a real whore? How many guys have you been with? Oh, you're so hott!! Your pussy juices are making your vagina so moist. Oh, is this making you wet? I wouldn't be surprised if one hundred guys fucked you! I'm not eating out of your disgusting hole, you gross slut!" He laughed and I cried again, in shame and pain.
"No, no," I sobbed.
"I'm not a whore! I only fucked five guys. You're evil!! Why would you say that? Ahh ohh...I never ohhh had an STD, either!" Again, he smiled and I cried some more. He removed his fingers and shoved my Juicy Gems vibrator up my pussy! He turned it on too, as I squirmed.
"I honestly don't believe that! You're too fucking hot! How many guys have you been with? You also have a fucking clit ring--only strippers and whores usually have that done! How's this feel? Does the little lying whore need pain? I'll put your nipple clamps on your tits...right now--slut! Can't the poor baby orgasm? Do you need a lesson in cumming, stupid cunt?!" I squirmed and I began to cum a little bit, but he was also pissing me off. I began whispering,
"I told you, I'm NOT a whore...please...I'm clean down there! You're mean! My tits hurt! My pussy needs your cock!"
"Behave. Oh yeah right...like you haven't been with at least eighty guys! You have such a great body...I won't rape you until you admit what you are! What a fucking bimbo you are! You better say something smart and tell the truth. How's that sore cunt of yours?" He kept shoving the motored cock in and out until I screamed. He pushed it all the way in!
"Ahhhhh! Okay...I've been with fifteen guys! They didn't all fuck me though! Happy, now? I'm telling the truth, Sir, I promise! I am a bimbo--I'm blonde!! ☺ My cunt needs you...please rape me! Please! I don't go out much! Please!"
"Alright my baby whore. You are only twenty-two. I guess that's a lot of guys. Now if you were a MILF, I'd expect more. You're so fucking hot!! You are dirty regardless! Should I fuck you? I'm going to hurt you so good!"
"Please rape me!! Please! My pussy needs a good pounding!! You smell so good! What cologne is that? Is it aftershave? Deodorant? I'm a cunt, I'm a bitch! Men are so much better and smarter than women. You are my Master!! I belong licking your balls, ass and sucking your dick. I'm so dumb that I need directions on how to fuck you! All women must be slaves to their men...I love being in the kitchen too!"
"What the fuck? Where are you getting this stuff? You are the first bitch I've met who agrees with my ideology!! You know you're place! All women are worthless cunts...EXCEPT you! You're my gorgeous, sexy bitch! It's actually after-shave and a little cologne! Wow...come here whore, come lick my sweaty balls and dirty ass! You're lower than my shit! Hahahhaha!" He lowered his balls over my nose and mouth and told me to lick them.
"How is this, my lucky bitch? Lick those good...mmm that's so hot! Please be quiet and smell me too! Gross--huh? Oh yeah, good bitch...that's enough..."
"Mmmm...you are so yummy, Sir! I'm immune to everything extreme. I'm going to lick you ass next. It's my specialty. How difficult can it be? Rimming ass is more fun than sucking dick! It makes me feel so nice and degraded. I want you so bad! I love everything about you, Sir!" His tattoos were amazing and his longish hair and hazel eyes were above me. I was being treated so badly, but so well at the same time. My Master had an array of tattoos--skulls, fire and images of nude, devil pin-up girls on his back. I could see the design right before he planted his ass onto my mouth!
