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I was driving home, heading through a quaint little neighborhood not too far from my place when I saw her walking down the side of the road.
She was short, and from the streetlights I could see she had black hair and a great body. Wide hips and a narrow waist, curvy in all the right ways. She had short black shorts on and white sneakers, high white socks, and a baby blue t shirt.
I knew I had to have her. Just watching her walk made my heart race and my mouth water. I pulled up beside her and rolled my window down.
"Kinda late to be walking home all by yourself," I called, and she turned to me, with a sweet little smile.
She walked up to my window and leaned against it.
"Fuck, I know. I'm heading home from a friend's, but I missed the bus." She said, pushing her hair back.
She was gorgeous, thick black mascara, bright red lips. Her hair was wavy and deep, rich black tufts.
"How far you have to go?" I asked, and her smiled dropped.
"A couple miles, ha," She laughed a little, and I leaned over and opened the passenger side door.
"Fuck that. It's too late for a cute little thing like yourself to be walking home all on your own. Get in, I'll drive you." I told her, but she stood back, rubbing her arm, unsure.
"I don't know, it's not that bad of a night." She said, looking around.
"Hey, if you wanna walk, go ahead." I shrugged. "Just thought I'd be nice enough to offer a ride."
She sighed, then hopped in the car.
"Well, ok, I guess it is pretty nice of you," She said, bubbly and excited.
"Yeah, no problem." I laughed, driving forward.
"You gotta take a right up here," She told me after a couple blocks. I looked her up and down, kept driving straight.
"Hey, didn't you hear me? My house is that way." She said, pointing back to the street we'd just passed.
"Don't worry," I said, putting my hand on her leg, "I'll get you home soon enough. But I figured we'd go to my place first," my hand slowly raised up her thigh, and she jumped up in her seat, "maybe have a little fun before I take you home."
She immediately reached for the door, but I clicked the auto lock.
"Uh, I should probably go, I don't really think-"
I pulled over the car and grabbed her by her hair.
"Of course you didn't think, you're dumb enough to get into a stranger's car? You must be a stupid little slut." I snapped at her, grabbing her shirt and ripping it open.
She gasped, tugging at the door handle, as my hand slipped down her shorts and started rubbing her clit, wet and clean shaven.
"Please, please, I thought you were just trying to be nice!" She gasped, fear in her eyes. "Please, don't do this, just let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear." She begged, but I just smiled at her as she squirmed and moaned.
"You're not going to tell anyone, because you belong to me now," I said, grabbing some handcuffs from my center console and binding her arms behind her back. She squirmed and started to sob, staring up at me with her big, green eyes.
"Please, please, I just want to go home." She cried as I pulled my cock out, by now throbbing and hard. "Oh god, please, don't do this!"
I was growing tired of hearing her protests so I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down. Without even having to tell her to open her mouth, my cock was all the way down on her throat. She sucked and gagged, sputtered and choked as I put the car into drive and carried on.
She deepthroated me and I spanked her as she squealed and gagged. I stuck my hand down her shorts and fingered her tight little ass while she squirmed, crying and sobbing and sucking on my cock.
I pulled into my driveway and into the garage, and let her sit up. Her make up was running profusely, he lips quivering.
"Where are we?" She asked, looking around.
"At your new home." I told her and she gasped, shaking her head.
"Please, no, please, don't! I'll finish sucking you off! Just don't make me stay, please! I can't!" She tried to bargain, but it was no use.
I stepped out of the car and opened up her side. She tried to push herself back, away from my grasp, but I grabbed her hair and pulled her out, unlocking the handcuffs and throwing her to the cold cement floor.
I picked her up and put her on her hands and knees, grabbing a collar and fitting it around her throat.
"What? No! Please!" She sobbed as I pulled her shorts down and spanked her, her ass turning red.
Then I pulled up her shorts grabbed the leash, tugging.
"Come on, crawl, on your hands and knees," I told her, and she obliged, sobbing and whimpering as we entered my house.
"There you go, like a good little pet," I told her.
Through the doorway into my house, there were two paths: one leading to my kitchen, the other to my basement. We took the latter, and I pulled and slapped her as she awkwardly crawled down the stairs, scraping her knees, gasping and wincing, sobbing uncontrollably.
I turned on the light switch and opened the thick, oak door, and her eyes went wide.
My basement was a fully converted dungeon: chains and ropes hung from the walls and ceilings. On one wall was a table, covered in toys: plugs, vibrators, dildos, and the wall itself was adorned with more chains and rope, whips, cuffs, collars, gags and blindfolds.
There was a cage, barely big enough for a normal sized human to fit into, a couple wooden chairs, and a bed, with a wooden pillory at the end, one large hole in the middle for her head, two large holes on each side for her arms, perfect for locking in a girl and restricting movement.
"No! No!" She gasped, struggling and trying to pull back towards the door. "Please! Oh god! Please!" She screamed, and I laughed as she tried to get away, then pulled her back inside.
I bound her hands together with a thick black rope on a pulley and lifted them above her head. I bound her legs together, then walked over to the torture table. I grabbed a pair of scissors and walked back over to her.
"Welcome to your new home," I told her, and she kept her eyes closed, shaking her head and sobbing.
"No, no no no, no, please."
I slapped her in her face, and her eyes shot open, watering and scared.
"Trying to wake up? Hoping this is a nightmare?" I asked, cutting the straps at her bra and the remnants of her shirt, watching with pleasure as she shivered and sobbed.
"Please, no, you can't, I won't tell anyone, please," She cried, and I slapped her left tit, large and round and supple.
"This is your fault!" I screamed at her, slapping her face again and again. "Being a stupid little slut, getting in a car with a stranger you've never met? What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?" I asked, cutting her shorts to shreds and watching the tattered remnants fall to the floor.
"Oh god!" She cried, and I took a step back, pulling up a wooden chair so I could admire her.
She stood there, hanging from the ceiling, shivering, in nothing but white, frilly panties, long white socks, and her white sneakers. I had to admit, I loved the purity of her white clothes, and the juxtaposition against her tan skin, her running make up. She sobbed and moaned, begging, still.
"Please, please, you can't do this!" She cried, and I smiled.
"I think I've had enough of hearing you say that," I said, walking over to the table and grabbing a ball gag and a whip.
