Jane should have known how today was going to turn out. Friday the thirteenth. She couldn't recall one that hadn't been filled with misfortune in her life. She had turned up to work to find it closed - out of business. No warnings from the management or anything else. She had gone home to find her husband still asleep. He hadn't done any of the jobs he had promised to do and when she told him about her work all he had said was she had better get hunting for a new job.
She had stormed out of the house but instead of going job hunting she had driven to one of her favourite spots in the park, one where she occasionally came to get fucked when she and her husband went dogging. Sitting in the car she closed her eyes and tried to calm her pounding heart. As she always did when she was stressed and frustrated her fingers slid down to her pussy. A quick orgasm would calm her right down.
Her fingers slid under her dress, she wasn't wearing panties again and she was already soaked. With her eyes closed she didn't hear someone approaching and wasn't aware of him until suddenly the door was wrenched open and a cloth held over her mouth. As the sickly sweet smell filled her nostrils she passed out.
Everything was spinning when she woke up. She couldn't remember what had happened for a while then she remembered being in her car, someone drugging her? Slowly she came back to her senses and realised she was strapped to some kind of cross shaped table. Her wrists and ankles cuffed in place as she lay face down on the table.
Fear ripped through her and she struggled against the bonds that held her. The leather was tightly strapped around her arms and legs and she could barely move. Hearing the door open she froze.
"Who's there? Please? Let me go!"
Her voice echoed around the strangely empty room, blank walls, no furniture apart from the odd table. Straining her neck she tried to look round but only caught a brief glimpse of a shadowy figure behind her.
"What do you want?"
"I would have thought that obvious by now slut. I want you."
Shivering at the tone of his voice she was aware of how vulnerable she was. Alone with this stranger whose voice was filled with lust and anger she wasn't sure how this could end well. She watched the figure walk past and set up a camera on the table opposite her. It had a phone attached to it. Her phone! If she could get to that she could call for help.
Tugging on her restraints she realised she had no chance of getting to her phone.
"Here is what is going to happen slut. I am going to use you how I want, for as long as I want. Maybe even fuck a baby into your belly. Who knows... If you please me and do as I say then you will live. If you don't well... You won't have to worry about not having a job."
"What do you want me to do..."
