************This story only involves characters OVER the age of 18! Although it is a non-consent story, rape in real life is a disgusting crime that I do not advocate. Keep fantasy and reality separate!************
He got out of the car quietly, knowing his girl was asleep in the back by her lack of reaction to stopping. He left her in the car as he went inside to get himself refreshed for the day's upcoming activities.
She slowly awoke in the back of the car again, and realized it was stopped and off. Cautiously, she removed the blanket from her face and peeked up front to see that she was alone in the car. She sat up slowly and nervously looked around, seeing the car was in an empty garage. She sat still for a few minutes, waiting on edge for her captor to return. Why would he leave me alone? She wondered.
Curiosity got the best of her as she extremely cautiously and slowly opened the car door. It was awkward with her hands still tied, but she managed to climb out of the car. There was only one garage door and one regular door in the plain room, so she silently approached the regular room and pressed her ear against it. She stood there for a few minutes, hearing nothing at all. She began to get hopeful that he had gone out or fallen asleep, and she could manage to get the upper hand somehow.
Extremely slow, she began to turn the doorknob until she could push the door open. When she peeked into the next room, she saw nothing special and no movement. It was a fairly large, open room with a couple of couches in the center, some other furniture, a kitchen to the right and three doors to the left. The far wall held only one door and multiple windows. She cased the whole room and held her breath to listen for any possible noise.
Upon hearing nothing, she slipped into the room and began toward the kitchen to find something sharp to free her arms. Just as her small, bare feet touched the linoleum, she heard a dark chuckle from across the room. "Couldn't wait to come see me, huh?" She froze to the spot, her breath caught in her chest from fear.
His footsteps were approaching but she couldn't force herself to move. His hands gripped her shoulders and roughly turned her around to face him, her face still in shock. "What were you looking for?" He asked darkly. Her body began to shake lightly as she stuttered to find an excuse, "I... I wasn't..." He slapped her roughly but held her up from falling, "Don't lie to me!"
He forced her over to a counter and reached into a drawer, pulling out a sharp knife. "Is this what you wanted?" He shoved her forward to bend over the counter, her arms forced above her head. She felt his hand contact with her ass and cried out as he demanded her, "Answer me you slut!" She shook her head in denial again but cried out as his hand connected with her ass again multiple times, spanking her so hard that her body lurched forward against the counter.
He pushed the knife blade against her face threateningly and she broke, "I'm sorry! Yes! Yes!" He slapped her ass hard again and growled, "You are to address me always as Sir, Daddy, or Master. Now tell me what you did wrong, bitch."
She sobbed and tried her hardest to say what he wanted to hear, "I... I got out of the car without permission and tried to find a knife to cut my hands free and I... I didn't address you properly, Sir!" His hand rained down hard on her ass for a while as she cried out and struggled in his grip, "I'm sorry Daddy! I'm sorry! What did I do?! Please stop, Master!"