Hey Readers,
Chapter two is here! Thank you to Bry1977 for helping me edit this one! Thanks a million!
-NaughtyPaladin
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Chapter 2
(Karen)
As I started to wake, the silky bed underneath me felt nice on my naked skin. I liked sleeping naked, it felt freer, more relaxing. However, I hadn't been able to do it very often recently, since in college I'd always had a roommate and that made it weird. It was nice that now that I was on my road trip, I could do it again. It was weird, I'd had the strangest dream last night, a dream that...
A throbbing in my pussy brought me back to reality. I wasn't on my celebratory road trip. I wasn't sleeping naked by choice. And worst of all, I'd spent who knows how long last night, being raped, multiple times. My clothes had been taken and I was left naked in this strange room, cum drying on my inner thighs, to sleep last night. The lights had turned off after the man had left.
The lights had come back on at some point. Looking around, just like last night, all that was around the room were a few padded BDSM racks, the mattress I was laying on, and the toilet. The walls were padded and I could see the boards securing them to the wall way above where I could reach. There wasn't anything I could do or use to help myself in any way.
I used the restroom, a little sore after my experience of the night before. My stomach was grumbling, but I didn't see anything to eat. There wasn't much of anything in the room at all.
I shook my head to clear it up. I was a strong, independent woman. I was a feminist who knew that women were just as capable as any man. My teachers had told me time and time again that any implication that men were stronger than women was just a misguided delusion. I'd prove it. I'd overpower the scumbag and escape. I squared my shoulders and started looking around.
I needed to fight back, or find a way to escape. One of the racks had adjustable armrests that could be removed. They were padded and wouldn't make a great weapon, but anything was always better than nothing, right?
The door seemed to be the only way in or out. There were no exposed hinges which was weird because I swear the door swung into the room. I'd seen in Real Crime where sometimes you could push the pins out of a door and get it to open, but this door seemed untouchable. There weren't even exposed screws on the handle, not that I had a screwdriver.
It was hard to stay motivated and feeling strong when I was naked. But I kept looking. If books and games had taught me anything, it was that there was always a way to escape. I just had to figure out what it was.
I heard something and grabbed my armrest club, and took my position by the door. I'd clobber my captor while the door was open and run.
The doorknob turned and I raised my weapon.
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(Steven)
It was time to wake my fucktoy. I set down the breakfast I'd prepared for her in one of the cubbies in the hall leading to my sex dungeon. I'd already stripped. I planned on offering her a deal. Holding her down and using her was great, but making her beg for it, offer herself to me, that would be the real victory.
I was going to break her.
Karen thought she was so much better than anyone, but all she was, was a man-hating piece of shit. That's what all 'feminists' are nowadays. They don't care about equality. All they actually care about is shitting on men and taking whatever they could steal by screaming 'sexism' and demanding everyone bend over backwards and give them the world.
I was going to offer her a basic breakfast. Milk, yogurt, granola and fruit. But she'd have to please me first to get it.
I opened the door and began to step in.
"Aaaaaaahh!" Karen screamed a war cry, swinging a padded armrest down at me.
I instinctively caught the armrest, that might as well have been a Nerf sword for all the damage it would do.
My blood boiled. This bitch thought.
So much for her submission last night. I'd teach her.
I wrenched the armrest from her hands and threw it across the room. Karen's eyes opened in shock, and she hesitated for a moment. Long enough I could grab her wrists and twist them, then with a turn, I locked them behind her back.
"Ahhh!" Karen cried as her arms twisted uncomfortably, making her turn away from me and stand on her tiptoes to avoid the discomfort.
I pressed her up against the padded wall.
"You fucking whore!" I growled, "You'll pay for that."
"No... no..." Karen gasped.
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(Karen)
My attempt at overpowering my captor might as well have been trying to stop a raging bull with a sheet of tissue paper. He immediately grabbed my wrists and twisted them, my shoulders twinged and I instinctively moved to try and relieve the pressure. I found myself facing away from my captor, on my tiptoes and pushed into the wall.
How was he so strong? I could do nothing to stop him. His big manly hands shifted my wrists together into a single strong hand.
'Big manly hands'? What was going on with my head? He was manhandling me! I shouldn't be appreciating anything about him, let alone something so toxically masculine the way he used his body to overpower me! Toxic Masculinity was vile! It was horrible!
It was hot.
Fuck...
I could feel my pussy starting to tingle as he pressed me into the wall and growled, "You fucking whore!... You'll pay for that."
"No..." I pleaded. "No..."