The Collection

Martin smiled as he watched the young woman walk along the street. She was a student at the local university, a smart woman with a bright future ahead of her. She was also gorgeous, large expressive eyes, wavy brown hair, a soft and feminine figure with a pair of succulent breasts. She would be perfect in his collection. He couldn't wait to take her, bring her to his secret place and transform her. He'd been watching her for quite some time, he knew she didn't have many boyfriends, she wasn't the little slut so many girls at the school were. That would change soon enough.

Cilla sighed as she walked home from class. She hated lab days, especially when lab day happened to be Friday. She just wanted to get back to her apartment and relax. There wasn't much homework to be done this weekend, but Cilla still wasn't set on going out and doing the party scene. As she walked, she noticed a white van parked in front of her building. She hoped that it wasn't a maintenance van, it was always such a hassle when things were broken at the apartment. Putting it out of her mind, she continued down the sidewalk. As she passed the van, an arm shot out of the door and pulled her in. Disoriented, she didn't notice the door slam, or the handcuff that was suddenly around her wrist, attaching her to a metal ring on t he floor of the van.

"What the hell?!" She said, prepared to fight for her life.

"Stay calm baby, I don't want to have to hurt you." The man speaking had a facemask on, and he was holding a knife. "Now be a good girl and I will reward you, I promise."

He took the knife and began cutting off her jeans and shirt, but left her black lace panties and bra. He gently stroked her face, his eyes kind and almost loving. "You'll do nicely."

Cilla was petrified. She had never been in this situation before, about to be assaulted. She tried desperately to remember techniques from the self-defense course she took. She looked frantically around the van, noticing for the first time that she was on a mattress, and that there was what looked like a microphone stand at the end of it, near her feet.

"Now sweetie, don't you struggle now. If you struggle, I'll have to punish you." He smiled, moving to cuff her one of her ankles to another metal ring in the floor of the van. She tested her bonds experimentally, finding however, that she was held tight. He cuffed her other ankle and wrist to two more metal rings, so that Cilla was left spreadeagled on a mattress in her underwear.

"Let me go! What the fuck are you doing with me?" She cried out, hoping desperately that he would set her free.

"Don't worry honey, you'll know soon enough" He leaned over her to say something to another man, whom Cilla realized must be the driver. When he bent to face her again, he had a strip of black silk in his hands. "Now I can't have you hollering all the way home, it's quite a drive. I'm going to have to keep you quiet somehow." He tied the silk around her mouth, effectively turning her protests into muffled muttering. "That's better baby, you look so sexy like that, all spread out and helpless. You're going to like it where I take you, I promise. You'll like it just like all the others."

He went down near her feet, Cilla had to lift her head as much as possible to see what he was doing. He reached into a box, pulling out a white thing that looked like a microphone. He hit a button at the base, and Cilla heard a faint buzzing. It was a vibrator. The masked man was going to use a vibrator on her as she was helplessly bound to a mattress in the back of his van. Against her will, Cilla felt her pussy grow warm and begin to moisten. The man smiled, seeing a small dark spot form on her black silk-covered crotch. "I told you you would like it baby."

She tried to think of other things, the quadratic formula, listing all UN resolutions of the past 30 years, anything to keep her mind off that buzzing toy her captor held in his hand. He was making her wait, the bastard. Making her wonder when she would first feel the soft vibrations on her sensitive pussy.

"Oops, almost forgot." The man said cheerfully, putting the vibe down. He took another strip of black silk and blindfolded Cilla with it. "That's much better." She heard him go back down to her feet, presumably to pick up the toy. He rubbed it gently along the insides of her thighs, causing her to squirm as much as her tight bonds allowed.

Martin laughed at her. "You like it, don't you? It feels good to you, being tied up and played with, doesn't it? Deep down inside you're just a little slut. Well you're going to be my little slut for a while, and you're going to love it." With that, he began the rub the toy up against her panty clad crotch, zoning in on where he knew her silk-clad clit would be. It felt too good, and he knew it. He knew exactly what to do to keep her on the edge of her orgasm, crying out around the black silk gag for him to make her cum. He wouldn't yet, he kept moving the wand around and around her, waiting until she was just about to cum before taking the toy to another sensitive location, letting her orgasm slowly slip away for a moment..

Martin watched her strain and struggle as he slowly tortured her with the pleasing vibrations. She would become familiar with the toys soon enough, and she would learn to love and beg for each one. Setting the vibrator in the mike stand, he reached for his digital camera. Her first orgasm with him would be a moment to remember. He adjusted the vibrator to rest squarely on her clit, the vibrations running through the silk to her sensitive bud. He saw her face change, her breathing deepen, her chest heaving. Suddenly she started writing in her bonds, crying in pleasure. He snapped several pictures, from all different angles, one taking particular note of the growing wetness around her pulsing pussy. Just as the first orgasm subsided, another came upon her. She was cumming over and over again as he captured all of it with his camera. After seven, or maybe eight, orgasms he moved the vibrator to let her rest. Too much of his particular brand of attention could be problematic. He didn't want to wear her out just yet, he just wanted to overwhelm her. She would be a perfect little slut for his collection. When he was done with her, she would be transformed into a sweet little whore, begging for someone to touch her pussy, no matter what.

The van stopped moving, but Cilla was nearly unconscious from her experience, and only capable of curling up against the man with the mask as he carried her gently into a building. She was laid down on a bed, tied once again, but given a luxurious blanket so that she could sleep comfortably, but not get away. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if she even wanted to get away.

In the next room, Martin sat in his easy chair, his laptop on a table next to it. Another member of his collection was bent over the coffee table, her mouth working furiously on his cock. As her eager lips and tongue worked over him, he looked over the pictures from the girl in the van, and some older pictures of his girls. Behind the sweet little cocksucker, the van driver was fucking her hard, and rubbing her clit with a vibrator. He loved it when his girls came while sucking him, he loved the feeling of the vibrations around his pulsing rod as the girls cried out. She took him deep in her throat and he moaned, and sighed as she then licked his cockhead, making little cooing noises. She was his favorite cockslut, she loved to get fucked hard while pleasing him, and he rewarded her generously for it. Tomorrow she would be spending the day getting her hot little cunt fucked while she could have all the cock she wanted.

The little whore stepped up her cock sucking, as if she noticed his attention wandering. He reached out a hand to stroke her hair as he felt his orgasm coming closer and closer. Leaning his head back, he fucked her mouth hard for a few moments as he came in her mouth. He felt her swallowing his load greedily, and then licking his cock to get all of his sweet juices. She swallowed it all, purring contentedly. Then, getting one last good thrust from the van driver, she cried out in yet another orgasm.

Martin smiled to himself, as he watched the girl recover. His collection was the finest. He loved his girls and all of his girls loved him. Thinking back to Cilla he smiled. Looking at the pictures of her time in the van gave him all sorts of ideas for what to do with her. She was going to love it, whether she wanted to or not.