0 comments/ 99733 views/ 10 favorites Taken By A Stranger By: moonshadows As I insert my key into the lock, a shiver runs up my spine. Cursing myself for not leaving a light on I swing the door open, quickly stepping inside. I shut and lock the door behind me. Dropping my keys on the kitchen counter, I hear something other then their clatter. I reach to turn on the light and a hand clamps over my mouth. A voice tells me not to scream. My heart is pounding and it is hard to breathe behind the leather of the glove. The stranger pulls my head to the side to watch his hand come from my waist to my breast. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he uses his gloved fingers to manipulate my nipple into hardness. I close my eyes thinking that if I cannot see then it will not happen. I struggle, trying to free myself, but he only pulls me to him tighter. In the struggle my skirt has ridden up and I can feel the rough denim of his jeans against my bare ass. He lets out a deep rumbling moan. He walks me forward, my heart sinks, I know where he is going. In one wide sweep he clears the dining room table. He reminds me not to scream, telling me that he will leave me unhurt if I obey him. I nod in agreement. He pulls his hand from my mouth and I gasp drawing in the cool air. He in turn takes my wrists in one hand and pushes me face down against the cold table. I know that he is looking at me with my skirt up around my hips. It seems like an eternity, until I feel his gloved hand touch my ass...lightly, almost lovingly at first. Then he squeezes me hard, making me gasp. He moans and I realize he has mistaken my gasp of pain for pleasure. He spreads my legs apart and slowly runs a finger from my asshole to my pussy, coming to rest on my clit. I try to close my legs, but his feet are preventing from doing so. He begins to rub my clit, slowly and lightly in a circular motion. I clinch my eyes shut and pray that my body doesn't betray me. I can feel myself grow wet...I am trying hard not to let him know that he is turning me on. I know that he can hear my ragged breathing. Mmmmm I am so close to cumming, I cant distract my mind from what he is doing. My hips have a mind of their own, rotating them to his rubbing. He stokes me and then he slowly inserts his gloved finger into my pussy. Such an erotic feeling, feeling his leather covered finger slide wetly in and out. I can hear him breathing in time with mine. At one point he has released my wrists, I am no longer trapped, but I no longer have any desire to escape his manipulations. "Do you like this?" he asks I can only answer "Yesssss" He lets his finger slide out of my pussy, I try to raise up to protest, but he pushes me back down to the table. I can feel his denim covered crotch, rubbing against me now. He is so hard I can feel his cock thru his jeans, I spread my legs farther apart, silently telling him I want more. He pulls away leaving my pussy aching to be touched again. I hear him unbuttoning his jeans...oh the anticipation of feeling his hard cock glide into my wet waiting pussy. I can feel the head of his hard cock pressing at my pussy, he is so hot, it feels like his skin is burning mine. Slowly inch by inch he enters me, grabbing my hips he pulls me back hard and rough, till he is buried deep in my pussy. He holds me there as if he is savouring the feeling. Then he slowly takes my right leg and pulls it up, making me twist my body, I know what he wants. I turn my upper body while he turns my lower, until I am now on my back. He groans and reaches for my breasts, kneading and squeezing them. My arms are thrown to the sides, I am afraid to move them, for fear he will stop doing this to me. He takes my hand and places it on my clit and he takes the other and places on my breast. He then spreads my legs as far as they will go, holding onto my ankles he starts to move in and out of my pussy. The only light that illuminates us is the full moon coming in the window. He whispers huskily, "play with yourself." I willingly begin to play with my nipples and my still hard clit as he glides tightly in and out my pussy...I can feel my wetness sliding down the crack of my ass. My breath is coming in short gasps, it all feels so good. I try to hold back, but he tells me "cum baby" and then I throw myself into the feeling and every muscle in my body tenses, I arch my back as he pounds his cock into me. He eggs me on by chanting "yes" "yes" "yes" "mmmm yes baby, cum for me". Just then the outside world recedes and I scream in pleasure... as I am trembling and my muscles are pulsing, he pulls out of me...he presses his cock against my ass. I know what is next and I am ready and willing. He gently pushes into my ass slowly filling my ass with his hard cock. He is once again stroking my clit as he sits unmoving waiting for me to relax more. The slowly pulls it out and then back in...ever so slowly. Then he realizes I am ready for his pleasure. As he plays with my clit, he slides in and out of my ass, he takes my hand and inserts my fingers into my pussy. He is filling my ass and I am filling my pussy. I gasp "oh yesss...fuck me!!" Just as I am about to cum I feel him tense and groaning he slams into me harder, exploding into my ass, while I am cumming on my hand. I lay on the table, trying to catch my breath, he pulls out of me, his cum running out of me onto the table. After a couple of minutes I sit up...looking around in the moonlight...he is gone! The back door stands open...I can only hope he returns. Taken by a Stranger Looking out of the window of her classroom, Victoria Redcliffe daydreamed before settling down to the large pile of marking she had to do for the end of year assessment. She loved being a teacher, but did hate marking papers and completing report cards. Being her first year out of Uni, she felt she had something to prove and worked hard for her students to make each lesson interesting and make her classroom as exciting as it could be. It was pouring with rain and a cold wind was blowing, giving her goose bumps. Unfortunately, Victoria had one of the older classrooms in the school which was in dire need of refurbishment. The roof leaked in places, the window panes rattled and a cold breeze whistled under the door. She marked a few papers, but her fingers were going numb. Victoria picked up her marking and popped it into a red bag she kept under her desk just for that purpose and grabbed her handbag. She would get more done sitting at home; at least she wouldn't be cold. It was getting dark as Victoria locked the classroom and walked under the covered area to get to the staff car park. Unfortunately, her car was at the end so she was going to get drenched from the rain. Pulling her coat together, she tucked her handbag and marking bag under her coat and started to run as fast as she could in her grey slim skirt and black heels. It wasn't easy, actually, it was bloody hard and her shoes and stockings were getting muddier by the second. After racing to her car, she realised she hadn't got her keys out. Standing in the rain, trying to fumble through her handbag, she dropped all of her assessment pieces. "Oh damn it," she mumbled, reaching down to pick them up before they were ruined completely. Scrambling them back in her bag, she was startled as a male dressed in black reached down to help her. Victoria was grateful for the assistance although she had no idea who he was. He was at least 50 with dark hair, greying at the temples, towering over Victoria's 5'8" frame. Shivering from the cold, she thanked him again, asking his name as she unlocked her car door. "You may call me Paul," he answered gently. Feeling slightly intimidated by him she closed her door and started her car as Paul went back to his in the car park. Victoria turned the key again, but nothing. Banging her fists on the steering wheel, she tried again and that is when she noticed her lights must have been on all day. Victoria slumped on the wheel and started to cry. She really had enough of the day and just wanted it to end. Victoria jumped as she heard a tapping on the driver's side window. It was that man again, Paul, standing in the pouring rain with a large umbrella. She wound her window down and wiped her tears. "Can I offer you a ride Victoria?" Paul asked her in a deep voice that made Victoria shiver. Who was this man? Why was he in the car park and how did he know her name? Paul opened her car door and offered his hand, no words spoken. Victoria was hesitant but took his hand, grabbed her purse and locked the car, then proceeded to his car, her hand still in his. Paul opened her door for her and stood and waited until she was in properly and then closed the door. Paul got in the driver's side and began to drive to the short distance to his house. Victoria sat shivering, not really noticing where they were going until the car arrived in his driveway. Looking around, trying to see outside in the dimming light where she was. Victoria was about to say something to Paul but he put his finger to her lips, indicating she should be quiet. "Come on Lil One, lets get you dry," Paul spoke softly to her. Confused why he called her that, and who he was she followed him inside his house, taking off her wet shoes at the door and closing the door behind her. What was it about this man? This was very un-Victoria thing to do; something so spontaneous like this with someone she had never met, but there was something mystical about this man that drew Victoria in. Victoria followed him through to the lounge and Paul pointed out where the bathroom was if she wanted to have a nice long hot shower while he started a fire. Paul also mentioned there was a soft warm robe on the back of the bathroom door. "Go on Lil One, I know you want to," Paul smiled softly at her. The sound of that hot shower was so inviting, Victoria walked to the bathroom door and closed the door. She looked around at the beautiful appointed taps and accessories and ran her cold fingers over the soft, fluffy towels, which were on towel warmers. Turning on the taps she stepped out of her wet clothes and let the warm water spray over her shivering body. Grabbing the scented soap she washed her body, rubbing her aching legs with her hands – one of the side effects of wearing heels all day. Not wanting to take too long, Victoria turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower and put the soft warm towel around her. Paul was right, she did feel better but she didn't put on a robe like he suggested – she started putting her wet clothes on again. She planned to thank him and grab a cab home. Walking back into the lounge room where Paul was, she could see he had started a fire and had poured her a large brandy which was waiting for her near the chair. He frowned at Victoria, "Why didn't you put on a robe Lil One, couldn't you find one? You will catch a chill back in those wet clothes; let me at least get them dry for you." "Um, thanks Paul, but I was just going to get a cab and go home." Victoria spoke quietly, her hands fidgeting nervously in front of her. "Are you sure Lil One? You don't look sure. I think you want to stay for a bit, don't you?" said Paul. Paul was watching his latest acquisition standing nervously before him. He had been watching Victoria for many months and he felt the time was right to make her his own. "Now look, it won't hurt to change into a robe and have a brandy to warm you, while your clothes dry. I can even fetch you something to eat if you want. I know you don't know me, but I do not mean you any harm," Paul smiled to her. Victoria stood silently, listening to him. She was already cold again in her clothes. She nodded and smiled at Paul and walked back to the bathroom and changed into the warm robe. It did feel beautifully warm on her cold skin and she brought her clothes out to place near the fire. Paul indicated for her to sit near the fire, admiring her svelte figure underneath the robe which hugged over her hips. He wondered if she had her underwear on still. That question was answered as she draped her wet skirt and blouse near the fireplace. As she leant over Paul got a quick glimmer of her white lacy bra under her robe. He guessed her panties were on also. "Your still shivering Lil One. Have a sip of your brandy. It will make you feel warmer," Paul spoke quietly. He could see she was a highly strung and timid and he would have to move carefully with her. Paul was in awe of her beauty, never had he had a woman so beautiful, one so needing to be looked after by an older man. He could see the innocence in her eyes, sensing that she needed a "father figure" to take care of her. Victoria could feel the brandy warm her and calm her down. She settled in the chair and looked into the fire, mesmerised by it. Funnily enough, she felt very safe here. Paul sat opposite her, watching her, giving her a smile now and again, sipping his own brandy. Victoria could feel herself blush as Paul watched her intently. She knew she should leave, but she felt almost hypnotised, maybe the alcohol, maybe the open fire, but Victoria didn't move. Paul filled her brandy balloon with a considerable refill and sat next to her. He could inhale her perfume as his hand rested behind her, lightly stroking her soft hair. Watching her reaction, Paul moved her hair to one side and moved into her neck, nuzzling softly. A shiver ran through her as Paul started to make a move on her. Warmth ran through her pussy as this stranger nuzzled into her neck. Victoria's breathing was shallow as she moved ever so slightly into Paul's side. Paul continued to caress her neck with small kisses before moving down onto her collar bone. Victoria closed her eyes and moaned softly. That was all Paul needed. He stood up and picked Victoria up in his strong arms and walked with her to his bedroom, placing her on the bed. Her robe opened giving him full view of her panties. Paul could already smell her sex and couldn't wait to taste it. Leaning in between her legs, Paul looked up at his beauty. "No Paul, please don't," Victoria whispered. "Call me Daddy Lil One, you know you want this as much as I do," said Paul. Paul placed his face right on her crotch, smelling her scent and noticing the wet patch already there. Sliding his hands up Paul pulled her panties down, Victoria offering no resistance. Paul's hands moved her legs apart slightly and his tongue slid over her bald snatch. He watched the first shiver run through his beauty and his tongue worked his magic. Victoria's legs opened wider for him and her hands moved into his wavy hair, pulling him closer onto her aching pussy. Paul's tongue danced on her clit then back down to her hole and tasted her juices. She was as sweet as he thought she would be. Victoria moaned and wiggled on her stranger's face. "Yes Daddy, oh it feels so good," Victoria whispered quietly. Paul smiled. "You want me to stop Lil One?" looking up at her. Breathing heavily, "No, please don't stop," Victoria replied. Paul continued his magic and licked her rosebud to her clit continually, making Victoria feel small shock waves run through her. Pulling her robe open, she tweaked on her nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra while Paul locked his lips and sucked hard on her engorged clit. Holding onto his head again, keeping him there as her first orgasm raced through her entire body, leaving her quivering and breathless. Paul slid on the bed next to his beauty and helped her up to take off her robe completely and undo her bra. Her breasts were round and firm with no sag, with round dark pink areolas. Victoria's nipples were hard and sticking out begging to be sucked. Paul didn't need an invitation and readily took one is his mouth as he tweaked the other. Sliding his tongue round her nipple before sucking on it hard again, forcing her nipple to enlarge even further. Paul was eager to fuck his beauty. Normally it took a while for Paul to maintain a strong erection, but Victoria had an effect on him that no woman had before. Paul was rock hard and wanted to fuck. Paul easily pulled Victoria into a doggie position before ramming his cock deep within her pussy. Paul pulled his cock out and rammed it back home. Never had he felt such a tight pussy, his hands grabbing Victoria's hips leaving small marks on her delicate skin. Victoria squealed loudly and bucked her hips against her new found lover, feeling his cock pump her pussy again and again. The chemistry between them was undeniable as they quickly built up a sexual rhythm. Paul couldn't hold out much longer and had quickly released his seed into her quivering cunt, his cock pulsating as her muscles contracted to seemingly receive all of his jis. They both fell on the bed with a light sheen of perspiration. Victoria slid down to his cock and watched it twitching. There was still cum left on the tip which was dribbling down the shaft and Victoria opened her mouth and slid his cock deep down her throat. This was a night of many firsts. Victoria had never given a blow job before and was taking her cues from Paul's groans. She looked up at him, and he was smiling down at her. She continued sucking on the head of his cock before sliding her tongue on the shaft down to his balls. Victoria sucked on his balls for a while before putting his cock deep down her throat. She vacuumed her lips around it and looked up at Paul. Paul's eyes were closed but his moans were very audible. Victoria liked pleasing him. She kissed the head of his cock and lied back in bed with him. Victoria closed her eyes and snuggled onto Paul's chest, his arms wrapped around her. "You were wonderful Lil One," Paul whispered in her ear. "Thank you Daddy," whispered Victoria nearly dozing next to him. Victoria woke to a loud knocking at the door of her classroom. It took her a moment to remember where she was as she looked at her desk. Victoria was still in her classroom marking her students' assessment pieces. Again there was a loud knocking at the door. She looked up to see Peter Carter, her boss. She opened the door, still in a daze. "Hello Victoria, what are you doing here so late?" Peter asked. "I was just marking some papers, I think I dozed off. I had this amazing dream," Victoria replied. "Gather your things, I will walk you to your car," Peter stated. As they walked through to the staff car park, Victoria noticed a black car with the same man in it who was in her dream. Was it a dream? Taken by a Stranger Ch, 01 You walk. Heels clicking on the pavement. The ramp is mostly empty. You round the corner to your car. There, next to it is a massive SUV. Now, why would someone have to park next to you when practically the entire ramp was empty? You shake your head and hit the remote button to unlock your vehicle. The lights flash. You step between the vehicles and reach for your door handle. Suddenly, the rear door of the SUV opens in front of you. You stop short and freeze. A man steps out of it and grabs your arm. Your mind snaps out of its paralysis as you realize that he is wearing a mask. You open your mouth to scream, his gloved hand clamps over your face. Without permitting you the chance to react, you are pulled forward and pushed into the truck. You scramble for the other side, but find that it won't open. Must have child locks. You start to feel like a helpless little girl. You look around in panic. It's one of those big monsters that normally has a third row. It's missing. Instead, there is some type of mattress or cushioning covered by sheets and pillows littered around the sides. Since you are looking in that direction, he grabs your head with one hand and pushes you there. His other hand strips your purse from you and throws it to the front of the vehicle. You fall onto the cushions and he falls upon you from behind, wrestling with you to remove your coat. You feel his forearm on the back of your neck, pinning you to the sheet beneath you as his other hand successfully pulls the coat from your arms. Face into the cloth, you inhale the scent of old sex, juices leaked and dripped to the fabric beneath you. You realize that portions of it beneath your hands are stiff from the residue. You are turned over, kicking and scratching, to no purpose. He vastly overpowers you. Straddling you, he grasps your wrists and locks each into a cuff that appears to be embedded into the cushion, likely a part of the truck. You can't escape. You scream. A large round object is forced into your mouth. Your eyes go wide and you start breathing through your nose. You try to push the round rubbery tasting thing out, but the man is now pulling straps behind your head and buckling it into place. Something shiny flashes in front of your eyes. A knife! Images of your murdered body flash through your mind. He pulls your nice silk blouse away from your body and slits it up the front. Your bra meets a similar end. He removes your belt. You start kicking. He looks at you with cold eyes and says "If you wanna get cut, bitch, keep it up." You stop kicking. The knife slides down the legs of your slacks. Snick, snick. The elastic hip bands on your thong are unceremoniously cut and he pulls it from between your legs. Your pussy is exposed to him. He sits back and looks you over. "Nice, very nice. You take care of yourself Heather." He knows your name. Oh, god, how long has he been watching you? How long has he been planning this? He pulls off his shoes and pants and moves between your legs. You are dry, you know it and he knows it. He produces some KY. Prepared...you idly wonder if he was a Boy Scout. He coats your pussy, the cold gel and his rubbing is a nice start. Perhaps this won't be as painful as you thought...though it would have been easier for him to coat his cock. He slaps his hard cock against your pussy repeatedly. MMMM, you actually like that sensation. He rubs the shaft up and down between your lips. You know you are starting to get wet. He lifts the bottom of his mask and sucks on your nipples, pulling them erect. Oh, Yes. His mouth moves to the sides and underneath your breasts. He sucks at your flesh, almost painfully. You know he's leaving hickies. He moves to your neck and shoulders, marking you there as well. Slowly, he shifts his cock and pushes the head into you. It feels good. He's moving slow. You are enjoying your rape. Gradually he increases in tempo, plunging in and out of you, forcing you to enjoy your own violation. All too quickly, he cums, leaving you just short of satisfaction. His spent member slips from your slick lips. He puts his clothing back on and then throws some blankets and bags on top of you. You worry about being able to breathe. His muffled voice comes to you through the obstructions "Let's go home Heather, we have a lot of things to try." You feel the vehicle start and begin moving... Taken by a Stranger Ch. 02 Darkness and warmth. Those are all your senses give you, chained to the floor in the back of the SUV, covered by the blankets and bags he threw on top of you. The road was rough, the back of the truck had somewhat of a buckboard effect, bouncing you almost constantly. Numerous turns only add to your disorientation. You can feel his cum on your pussy lips, drying, as your own fluids slowly dry. Small droplets of his semen run down your crack, over you asshole, you seep into the bedding beneath you and join the many stains and leavings that are obvious there. The bouncing of the vehicle and the rumbling of the motor and tire noise start to have a soothing effect. Soon, even frustrated and frightened, you are lulled into a light sleep. A door slams. You awaken. The truck has stopped. You hear another door open nearby...very near. The blankets and covering items are pulled off of you. Light floods in. You turn your head to the side and squint. He continues to move around, adjusting things as your vision returns. You are still in the back of the SUV, it is in a garage. The man looks at you. "Welcome to your new home, at least for a little while." He attaches your wrists to a heavy, solid wood bar about three feet across. He then pulls two steel cables down from the roof. You can hear the squeak of pulley wheels turning as he pulls them, and he locks them to the bar. He then produces a set of keys and unlocks your hands from the cuffs. You start to sit up and try to undo the contraption you've been placed in. While you do this he walks away. You hear the click of a button and the whir of an electric motor and you see the cables slowly pulling taught. You turn and clamber out of the back of the SUV just in time to be pulled off of your feet. Click. You stop, hanging eight inches above the cold concrete floor. Still unable to talk because of the ball-gag that he placed on you, you whimper and start to cry. "Oh, my dear, don't cry. It won't serve any purpose. Are you frightened?" You nod your assent. "Good. You should be." He takes a blindfold out and covers your eyes. Then using some type of tape, he seals the edges down so there is now way for you to see out. You are hanging there, naked except for the remnants of your work blouse. You feel him run his hands over your body. Up your legs, across your tight stomach, over your ribcage. He pinches and squeezes your ass and runs his hands up your back...Mmmmm, this is starting to feel good. Through the fear and discomfort of hanging, he is providing you with a sensuous pleasure. He reaches around from behind and squeezes your breasts. You hear him moan. He is breathing heavy. He pinches your nipples. It hurts. He pulls at them, stretching them. Damn! It feels like he's trying to rip them off your body! You whimper. "Ahh, too much for you?" You nod. "Oh, that's too bad, there's much more to come." He grabs your legs and cuffs them each. You realize that they are now tethered to the concrete floor. Your range of movement is severely hampered. You are no longer able to kick. You hear him making some adjustments and your ankles are gradually spread apart. He grabs your legs again, just above the knees. More restraints are placed. He pulls; your knees are spread further. It's painful. CLICK, whirrrr. He lowers you slightly, easing the pain. Click. It stops. He pushes something over to you; you feel it brush the insides of your legs. It's cool, smooth and pliable. Click. Whirrr. You lower some more. You feel a cool wet? object prodding at your pussy lips. You shift around to the best of your ability to avoid it, but his hands grab your waist and guide you onto it. It's a dildo of some sort. It slips into you. Mmmm. Not overly large, just a nice comfortable size. Click, the motor stops and your downward momentum ceases. The dildo seems to be attached to some sort of seat...saddle actually. You pull yourself upwards to try to get off of the invading rod. CRACK! Your back arches and you come completely off of it as your ass alights in pain. "Now, now, put yourself back on. I went to all the trouble to lubricate for you, Heather. The least you can do is appreciate it." What did he hit you with? It felt like a belt. Definitely not a hand. You wiggle your hips around, trying to find it. CRACK! Again, the pain causes you to throw yourself away from the dildo."MMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!" You scream through the ball-gag. "Hurry up, I haven't got all night." You search again with your hips and manage to get it into you and slide down on it. "Do you know what you are on, Heather?" You shake your head. "It's called a Sybian. Basically a leather saddle with a vibrator attached. It has a number of different heads. If you're good, you may get to experience them." Click. Bzzzzzzzzzzzz. It starts to vibrate inside you and against your clit... "By the way, the vibration is adjustable as is the rotation. Yes, my dear, it turns." He increases the vibration tempo and starts the other options. It turns angling slightly forward, against your pelvic bone, only from the inside. You know this thing will cause you to cum. Probably a lot. You are already starting to lubricate more and breathe heavier. Soon you are lost in a sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy pounding against your clit. He grabs your breast. Licking and pulling the nipple. It hardens rapidly under his attention. Pain radiates out from it. He's placed a clamp on your nipple. The process repeats with the other breast. The cool chain strung between them offers scant distraction as it bounces off your chest. The pain isn't enough to overwhelm the pleasure, though. It continues to course throughout your body, centered on your pussy and clit. They are tingling now, itchy from the vibrations. The dildo stops rotating, and the vibration slows to an almost imperceptible pace. You feel his hands between your legs, spreading and exposing you. Your nipples are pulled and stretched, increasing the pain there...he's doing something. Your arms pull in reflexively as pain shoots out from your clit. He's got a clamp on there as well! The vibration increases. It overlays the pain. Oh god, is he trying to force your mind into losing the distinction between pleasure and pain? It's starting to work...at least for the moment. Your hips gyrate upon the Sybian. The sensations mix, pleasure adding to the pain, pain in turn accentuating the pleasure. You start cumming, it starts small and you feel your wetness rolling down the seam where your legs meet the leather of the Sybian saddle. You are locked into your little world of physical sensation; you don't notice him unbuckling the gag until he pulls it from your mouth. You suck in air. You hadn't realized how starved for it your were. You are moaning and crying out now. You use the cables attached to your wrists to assist you in humping the vibrator buried within you. You cry out. Orgasm. Peak. Climax. You reach it. A big one. Sweat rolls off of you. Your hips continue to move of their own accord as you, exhausted, slump forward, hanging from your wrists. You fall asleep, dildo pushed into your sopping cunt, arms stretched uncomfortably overhead and clamps attached to three of the most sensitive spots on your body... Taken by a Stranger Ch. 03 Warmth and darkness. As you rise from the depth of sleep, you feel these. Darkness pervades as you struggle to stay asleep. Warmth envelopes you, comforting, soothing warmth. Mmmmmmm, you roll over, the softness of the linen against your bare skin is a delight. You sigh and smile... You open your eyes, relinquishing the fight to remain asleep. You realize you are not in your own bed. It all comes flooding back to you, the SUV, the rape, the man, the Sybian. You sit up and realize that there are manacles attached to your wrists. You try to remove them, but integral locks prevent you. Something bothers you...you reach to your neck and there is a collar there. It too is locked on. You look around the room. Light flows in from small rectangular windows at the top of one wall that seem to open into another room. The light provided is not bright, but it is sufficient. There is a small bathroom on one wall and the door. You rush from bed and try to open the door. Locked. Of course. You go back and sit on the bed, wrapping yourself in the blanket. You look up as, almost soundlessly, the door opens. He is standing there, still masked. "I thought I heard you moving around. Sleep well, Heather?" You don't respond. His intense eyes, boring into you, force you to look down. You realize that you have just unintentionally signaled your submission. He walks over to you. Your eyes remain downcast. From the pocket of his jacket, he produces a leash which he clips to your collar. He turns and walks, tugging on your collar. You resist, pulling back against it. "Now, Heather, do I need to punish you again?" You don't speak, you just pull against the leash, knowing that if you let yourself be degraded, you will continue that way for the rest of your life...even if it secretly thrills you in some bizarre way you can't identify. He stops. Turning and fixing you with a stern gaze, "I suppose I must punish you then. You will learn to obey. You will learn that all sensation is pain. And you will grow to need it." Swiftly, he reaches up and grabs your collar at the back, as one would grab a misbehaving puppy. Quickly, you are pushed along, losing your feet, yet not falling as he maintains a grip on the collar. You find yourself back in the garage, cast on the mats on the floor. Before you can get up, he has one wrist cuff attached to something. The other one follows. You see that it is the same affair that you were locked into when you were forced onto the Sybian. Click. Whirrrrrrrrr. You are raised; again your feet dangle inches from the floor. Your tormentor steps over to a tool chest. From it, he pulls a small object. It looks like a tennis racket with a wire mesh. "A small sample for you." He presses a button on the handle and gently caresses your buttocks with it. You thrust your hips forward and try to escape it, screaming in pain. It's giving you electric shocks! "Oh come now, it's not that bad. I thought you were stronger than this." He walks back to the chest and replaces the device. He opens another drawer and pulls an object from it. It's a vibrator, normal sized. He steps toward you and places it on a small stand nearby. Slowly, he pulls down two cables with cuffs attaches and fastens them to your ankles. Click, whirrrr, your legs raise in front of you and you are suspended by arm and ankle. He pulls down two more cables. One has a swath of cloth attached. He steps between your legs and passes the cloth behind you and attaches the open end to the second cable. Click Whirrrrrrr....it begins to snug up under your bottom. Soon you are sitting in it, legs up, almost like in your gynecologist's office. He steps back. Smiles. You wish he would take off that damned mask. He kneels on the mat between your outstretched legs and begins lovingly kissing the insides of your thighs. You can tell he hasn't shaved, the stubble grazes your skin...mmmm you like that. He kisses your mound..."Stubble, I will provide you with a disposable razor and some cream. You will remove it tonight, understand?" You nod. "What?" "Yes" you mutter. "I can't hear you Heather. You need to learn to speak up." "Yes." You speak up to ensure he can hear you. "Good." He kisses your pussy. His lips touch both of yours and your clit. The kisses touch the skin between your lips and thighs. The sensations ripple up and down your spine. His warm breath trickles over you. You breathe deeply, shivering from the pleasure. His tongue touches you and his fingers lightly run down the insides of your thighs. The sensation causes you whimper in pleasure. You know you are getting wet. His lips surround your clit and the tip of his tongue dances over it. A finger slides into you. His mouth pulls back and the finger pistons in and out of you. Why is he doing this? You don't want it. You don’t want to enjoy this. He is using your body with no consideration to what you want. But you _are_ enjoying it. And your body wants more. You fight it. He stands, pulling his finger from your wetness. "Enjoying this, I hope?" You look away. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. You look back; he is holding the vibrator now. Lowering it to the center of the "V" formed by your legs, he places the tip a hair's breadth away from your clit. It's not touching you, but you can feel the vibration. Ohhhhhh...no. You won't come. You will fight it. You repeat this over to yourself as the pleasure increases. You sigh a breath of relief as he draws it back...and cry out as he inserts it into your willing body. Quickly, he steps to the tool chest and returns, catching it before it manages to vibrate its way out of you. He holds a roll of duct tape in his hands and deftly pulls a strip and tears it off. He places one end of the tape strip on your mound above your pussy. He pats the rest of the strip down over your lips and the end of the vibrator, down over the seam of you cheeks. "There, that will hold it in." You are getting close. You close your eyes and focus on the sensations in your cunt. It builds. Your hips thrust at the embedded vibrator, futilely trying to force it deeper. You start to cum, moaning and gasping in pleasure. "Ooh, God. YES!" Your eyes open as your right nipple seems to catch fire. He's holding that tennis racket device against it. It moves back, the pain stops. The pleasure resurges, filling the void left by the pain. God that's good. You start to cum again. You watch as the device moves to your other nipple. Pain rushes through your breast. It's not as bad as before, maybe he turned it lower. It mingles with the pleasure, adding an almost sinister quality to it. Your orgasm rebounds, building again. No, you don't want it, not with the pain in there. His other hand reaches down and grasps the vibrator through the tape and begins pushing it against your pelvic bone, it seems like it is making your entire lower body buzz. Your pleasure increases, shooting tendrils of body racking orgasm through your nervous system. You nearly convulse from the pleasure, screaming out in ecstasy. You see him press down firmly on your breast with the electric racket. The pain increases, not enough to overcome the pleasure. It only seems to compliment it. You can't take it anymore and your entire body goes stiff in orgasm, arms and legs involuntarily straightening out. You can feel the walls of your pussy contracting on the vibrator. It only serves to extend your orgasm... You know you are making noise, you can't hear it anymore, the blood rushes in your ears, eyes have rolled back in your head. He reaches down. Grips the tape. He pulls, fast. Fire spreads from your loins as the adhesive fights to hold on to your skin. You climax again, this time it is definitely triggered by pain. In the back of your mind, you worry that after only two short, but intense sessions, you may actually be starting to enjoy pain... Your orgasm fades, slowly. Sweat drips from your lithe body. You gasp for breath. "Let's have breakfast, shall we?" He starts to lower your to the ground and undo your restraints. Taken by a Stranger Ch. 04 Breakfast was excellent. The man is a very good cook. Scrambled eggs with Dutch style pancakes loaded with ham. You were barely able to finish. He returned you to your room afterwards with instructions to cleanse yourself and then rest. You did just that. A hot shower with vanilla scented soaps and strawberry scented shampoo...not the brand you preferred, it would likely leave your hair a bit dry. You'll definitely need some conditioner. Afterwards, you dried and combed your hair out. The collars and manacles remained slightly damp. You knew they would start chafing soon. You lay down on the bed and suddenly very tired, you doze off. You sleep fitfully. Dreams of the man playing pornographic videos run through your head, followed by faintly remembered bits of him changing the collar and cuffs. You wake in late afternoon a bit groggy. You think he may have drugged your food. Your dreams were quite vivid and in fact, you find yourself already aroused. Nipples stand forth, hard and erect and your vagina is readily secreting its slippery fluids. You shouldn't feel this way. You shouldn't be aroused. You are suddenly ashamed of yourself. You are becoming a sexually addicted slut. But you want to come more. You want HIM to make you come. His sexual cruelty enflames your desires and this shames you all the more. The door opens and he enters. You look down immediately. "Good, you are learning your place. We will start on a new lesson. From this point forward, you will address me as Master. Anyone else present will be addressed as 'Sir' or 'Ma'am'. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir", you reply. His hand lashes out and strikes your face. It stings. "Stupid cunt. What did I just get finished telling you?" "Y-yes, Master." "Good." He steps forward; hand grips your jaw and turns your face towards his. His lips descend on yours and he kisses you. You don't respond. You don't know what to do. The kiss thrills your body, but your mind rebels...partially. "Do you not like my kiss?" It was good. You liked it. But, you are frightened. "It was fine. Master." "Good. You may reciprocate when you are kissed." "Yes, Master." He leans in and kisses you again. His warm lips cover yours and gently suck. Your mouth opens to his and his tongue runs along your teeth, penetrating your mouth. You suck his tongue, as though it was a cock and he thrusts it back and forth. He embraces you. One hand moves to the small of your back and holds you, the other slides down your side and cups your ass, squeezing firmly. You moan into his mouth, instantly ashamed of yourself again. Why are you allowing this? You should be kicking and screaming! Instead, you are permitting this stranger unfettered access to the pleasures of your body. Indeed, not only allowing him access, but practically inviting him to further excesses in its use! Your face flushes red with the humiliation. The hand cupping your ass slides up, never losing contact with your skin, until it reaches your breast. He places his hand over the succulent globe and begins to squeeze and manipulate it, eliciting further moans and sighs of pleasure. He forces you back a step against the bed and lays you gently down. Kisses move from your mouth to your neck, the sensuality of it draws you to place your hands on the back of his head. Your breathing quickens. His kisses trail to the breast that he continues to manipulate. He sucks the nipple into his mouth, pulling hard with his lips. His teeth bite in. It feels good. You know he is being gentle though. "Oh." You involuntarily spread your legs for him. He withdraws the hand at your back and lowers it between your outspread legs. His fingers dip into your wetness and spread it across your lips. Nipples between his teeth, he begins to straighten up, pulling the nipple and stretching it out. You cry out. The pleasure, the pain. You rise with him as the pain grows and it becomes apparent that he will not release your breast. Once standing, his mouth relinquishes its hold on your nipple. He stands over you and looks into your eyes. You look down. You can see his erection through his pants. As you watch, his hands rise and land on your shoulders, pressing you down. You drop to your knees. You know what he wants. Should you debase yourself and do it? You know that if you do this without protest, you will have completely submitted yourself to him. You life will cease to be yours. You will willingly serve him in any capacity. You will cease to think for yourself. The decision is made. "Do it." he says. You reach up and unbuckle his pants. "Yes, Master." His zipper drops and the pants and underwear slide down his hairy legs. He smells nice. He obviously keeps himself clean. His cock is hard. Not completely, mostly. You open your mouth and take him into you. Your tongue glides over the velvety head and your lips down the shaft. It's not overly long, but nicely thick. Not one of those monster cocks that guys like to brag about. You suck. You hear him make sounds of pleasure. He is pleased with you. You know that you will be rewarded. You struggle to keep your teeth from grazing his cock. Most guys don't like that. "Oh, goddamn! Yes! You are a fantastic little cocksucker, Heather! I can't even feel your teeth!" A compliment. You are pleased...and at the same time, ashamed. "Touch yourself will you suck me." Oh, YES! You fingers race down to your pussy and you begin to explore your own folds. Wetness covers your fingers. You are very aroused already. You begin to rub your clit frantically, dashing towards that orgasm as though it may be your last...or perhaps the first of a new life. You are moaning around his cock as he slides your face up and down its length, hand wrapped in your hair. Your moans intensify and he can feel it through his hard rod. He pulls you off it and to your feet, the pain from the pulled hair exciting you in a non-sexual way, the fingers crammed into your cunt driving you to madness. He turns you to face the bed and pushes your torso down upon it. Kicking your legs apart, he aims the spit coated cock at your hole and slides it in. It meets no resistance as your own attentions and the spit on his cock provides more than adequate lubrication. It sinks into your depths; the head strikes your cervix and nudges it aside. "Oh, fuck." He's not bottomed out, but he's deeper than most men have gone. You moan. He grabs your hips and starts pumping you, adding brilliant sensations to the staccato rhythm of your fingers. You begin to grunt, the orgasm is almost there. The cockhead hits your cervix, time and time again, driving you over the edge. "Oh, God, YES! Fuck me!" You scream. "What?" He continues to pound you. "Fuck me, PLEASE!" "What?" He slows...the sensations start to dim, you could loose it. "Please fuck me! Please! I want to cum!" SMACK! A hand lands solidly on your ass. "What? Who are you asking cunt?" "Please fuck me, Master! Please!" "Good girl." He increases the pounding. His penis plows into you, again and again. You feel your cervix being bumped over and over. Your fingers still dance over your clit and soon the dam breaks and you come. "GOD I AM CUMMING MASTER!!!!" In the back of your mind, you know that you are completely his now. As you slide down the hill of your orgasm, he pulls from you, unspent, gathers his items and departs. He leaves you pleasantly sated. Taken by a Stranger Ch. 05 You lie curled up on the bed, fingers tracing the edges of the cuffs and collars that you wear. You've submitted to him. Why? Fear of pain? That might have been an answer three days ago, but now...now it's just another sensation that should be used to enhance your excitement. Was it because he knew how to excite you? None of the men you'd fucked recently had been able to adequately do that. You rose and wandered into the bathroom. The walls were full length mirrors covered with thick Plexiglas. Likely transparent on the other side. There was no escape there. You had nothing to attempt to smash through. Then again, you were content. You had been so thoroughly satisfied in the last couple days that you weren't certain you wanted to go back to your old life... You squat on the toilet and piss. The urine stream loud as it hits the water below. You stay seated, your full bowels announcing the need to evacuate. As you finish, you look about for the paper. It takes you a moment, but you find it. A single sheet protrudes from a slot in the wall. You pull on it. It comes free, one square. Another replaces it in the slot. You sigh, this could become frustrating. Eventually you gather enough to clean yourself properly. You look over at the bathtub. A disposable razor sits there with a shaving cream can. You check your pubic area. Smooth. Did he shave you while you were sleeping? You remain alone all day. A light lunch is slid through a small opening at the bottom of the door. You eat it quietly and push the tray back through. You lie in bed after your lunch. You idly play with yourself out of nothing other than boredom. At various times, you think that you should be trying to escape, but you make no move to actually try. The day wears on and it starts to get late. You don't know what time it is, but you know you are starting to get hungry again. You look up as the door opens. He walks in, masked as always. You quickly look down as you know you should and get off the bed to kneel on the floor. Again, he pulls a leash from his pocket and clips it to your collar. "Come." He says. You quickly stand and follow behind him. He leads you through a large building, a manor of some type. Lavishly furnished and appointed, with obviously no expense spared, the structure was filled with rich woods, fine art and soft supple carpets that seemed to swallow your feet. You knew that whoever he was, he was wealthy enough not to get caught. You follow behind him, ever obedient. You glance about as you pass through the kitchens. Servants-fully dressed- barely glance at you. This must be normal. You wonder if you will meet any of the others that have been enslaved. He finally stops in front of a heavy door. He pauses a moment and opens it, leading you in. You squint as you step into bright, harsh lighting. The room smells of pipe, cigar and cigarette smoke. You cast furtive glances around, making out little due to the pervading darkness outside the circle of light, but realize that the room is filled with people. You flush with shame at your nudity, but do not hesitate to follow him. He stops, center stage and drops your leash. Instinctively, you kneel beside him. "Ladies and gentlemen, you see next to me, Heather. Taken only two days ago, she has already accepted her fate and her role as a slave. I have never seen one so compliant or responsive to the pleasure training. We will now provide you with the evening's entertainment before moving on to business." Your downcast eyes follow him as he stepped off the stage into the darkness. People dressed in black walked around the stage pushing pillows and large cushions onto it. A hand picks up your leash and pulls you back out of the way of the stage hands. Soon, the stage is covered. Large cushions the size of mattresses and a multitude of colored throw pillows adorn it. The hand unclips your leash and you are pushed onto the center cushion. Your heart pounds in your ribcage. You are very nervous, and wet. What kind of entertainment are you to provide? You think you know, and the thought excites you. You are startled at the soft, gentle touch of a hand on your ass. You glance backwards and a woman is behind you. She pushes your ass and you lean forward. She lowers herself behind you and soon you feel her full soft lips brushing over the entrance to your sex. You sigh as you feel her tongue part your labia and enter into you. She continues to push forward and up, you lower your upper body, stretching your arms out. Her thumbs pull the flesh of your ass cheeks apart exposing your pussy and asshole. Your lips gape open, glistening with their slippery secretions. The woman buries her face between your cheeks, tongue sinking fully into your hole. You close your eyes and moan as her fingers find your clit and gently stroke it. Your pleasure builds, you've never had sex in front of others before, it helps that it's so dark beyond the stage, but the knowledge of an audience adds an edge to the pleasure that you've never had before. You can feel the orgasm approaching. You open your eyes as the cushion shifts near your head. Just off to your side is a nude man. It's not Him. This man is black. He has no body hair to speak of and is already erect. He has a nice sized cock, not as big as the ones on the videos you've watched, but still big. Maybe 8 inches and fairly thick. You reach up and start stroking it. It's warm and the surface of the hard member is silky smooth. He leans over you, bringing the tip close to your face. As you continue to fist his shaft, you raise your head slightly and take the head into your mouth. You blink as a flash goes off just outside the perimeter of light. You take more into your mouth. The flash goes off again. Soon he is fucking your face, cock sliding back and forth across your lips and tongue. You feel another pair of hands on your ass. Larger and stronger than the other pair. They pull the firm globes of your ass apart and a tongue begins to dance over your wrinkled backdoor. Your hand slips off the penis in your mouth to cup his balls, gently rolling them. The tongue rimming your asshole begins pushing against the sphincter. It feels good. The ring of muscle expands and permits the tongue in. You've never had a pleasurable anal experience, but you know that you are no longer in control... The two tongues fuck the holes in your lower body and the cock fucks your face. Your body overloads on pleasure and you scream around the shaft buried in your face, hands clenching. Dimly, you can hear the murmuring of the audiences as the comment on your responsiveness. You orgasm fades. The foreign members are removed from your holes and a hand pulls on your hair, pulling you to an upright kneeling position. You are guided by your hair to turn diagonally to the right. Another man sits in front of you; he is white, covered in tattoos and piercings. The one whom you sucked steps behind you and grips you under your arms, lifting. He moves you over the seat man who now leans back. You look at him. He has a firm toned body. His cock is about the same size as the one you were sucking just a moment ago. The black man slowly lowers you. You see the piercing in the man's cock as it enters you. You can feel the unyielding hardness within you as his cock penetrates deeper. The large ball of the piercing running over nerve clusters you weren't even aware of. Your groin meets his. He has filled you; your lips are stretched around his cock. He reaches back and grabs your ass, pulling. You start to move with his hands. He pushes you back down. You follow. He continues, gradually increasing the pace until you are fucking him. The woman that was licking you moves to your ass, her tongue entering you and fucking like a tiny cock. The black man moves next to you and guides your head to his cock again. You pull it into your mouth. More murmuring from the crowd as you accept the cock. You place your hands on his thighs for support as you ride the man beneath you while simultaneously inhaling the black cock. You can feel another orgasm coming. You want it, but the tongue leaves your ass. Crack! Your body tenses as something impacts your ass. Your fingers dig into the thighs in front of you and you hear the man below you mutter something like, "Fuck, that's tight!" The black man grabs your hair and pulls you off his cock. Crack! Another blow to your ass. He yells at you, "Bitch, you keep your claws out of my skin!" and smacks you across the face. "Ooooohhh, Yes, Sir!" you reply, moaning with involuntary pleasure. He stuffs his bobbing hard-on back into your face. Like an obedient slave-slut, you return to sucking. Crack! Oh, the pain blurs into the pleasure. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the woman standing behind you with a riding crop, occasionally swinging it at your ass. You know it is leaving welts on your flawless skin. The man below you starts slowly pushing his hips up to meet your motions. The force of it gradually increases. His hands find your tits. He mauls them mercilessly, pinching and pulling the flesh of the soft orbs. It hurts, you like it. He pulls you down to him and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He sucks at your breasts for a brief moment, pulling each out to a fully erect state, and then biting them. All the muscles in your body tighten up from the pain. It's worse than anything you've experienced. You glance down, half expecting to see blood, but there are only red marks. The pleasure returns, and your cunt grips his cock as he fucks up into you. You focus back on the cock in your mouth. You want him to cum. You want his sperm in your mouth and on your face. A barely rational part of your mind wonders why you want this; you lock it away, consumed with the pleasure. Pain lances through your nipples again. It doesn't recede, though. It persists in both, simultaneously. The cock is removed from your mouth and the black man disappears. You feel a twinge of disappointment. You wanted him to cum, to use you for his pleasure. Crack! The crop lands on your ass again. You look down at the man below you. He has a chain in his teeth. You follow it. It extends to clamps fastened to each of your nipples. He turns his head, pulling the chain and distending the fleshy nubs. You cry out, cumming with the borderline pain/pleasure stimulation combining with his fuckrod in your sopping twat. More murmuring from the audience. Abruptly, his arms wrap around you, pulling you down against him. You gasp as a pair of strong hands grasps your asscheeks and spreads them. The tip of a cock is pressed against your rectum. The rubbery ring of muscle, parting against your will. The cock is slippery. The head gets in and the muscle closes around the crest. Your hands clench the cushion. You are frightened. You've never enjoyed anal. Why weren't you prepared for this? What if it doesn't add to your pleasure? The black cock slices into your ass, effortlessly. It is well lubed. You feel like you need to shit, but there's something else...full. Your body feels fuller than it ever has before. Aside from the need to shit, it actually feels good. You can feel the two cocks in you rubbing together through the thin wall that separates your cunt from your colon. The start pumping, alternating strokes, giving you no rest. The orgasm builds past the breaking point, yet doesn't seem to come over you...It's going to be a big one, you know. The men keep going, raping your holes with your consent, forcing you into a delirium of sexual overload. Your body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat as the pleasure builds. Please let me cum, you think. The pounding continues, both orifices stretched and abused. The tattooed man brings his hands to your tits and without warning pulls the clamps away without properly releasing them. You cry out in pain, but that's just what you needed to push you over the edge. You cum violently, both holes clamping down on the cocks within. No coherent sounds emanate from your body, only animalistic grunts. Your eyes clench shut and spittle drips from your lips as you grind out the orgasm. Barely aware of your surroundings, you hear both men cry out in unison. They are cumming, too. Shooting their sperm into your waiting body, filling your holes. They hold you tightly, hard, pulsing cocks rammed in as far as they will go. You gasp for air, nearly hyperventilating as your orgasm recedes. You are soaked in sweat and can barely hold yourself up as the man behind you withdraws and the one underneath you extricates himself from your embrace. The woman reappears and rolls you to your back. She spreads your legs and begins to clean the oozing cum from your holes. It feels good, but barely registers as a sensation. You hear footsteps. You turn your head to see Him re-enter the spotlight. He no longer wears the mask. You don't recognize him. You don't care anymore. You are a slave. He begins talking to the audience, "The bidding starts at one hundred thousand dollars, American. I remind you that all performers are drug and disease free. Heather, whom you may rename after taking possession, has already tied her loose ends up. She has quit her job and announced plans to move to Australia. All via email, of course. She will also become fertile in the coming days as she is no longer taking birth control. Keep that in mind as you bid, you will need to make arrangements if you do not wish to breed her. Bidding may now begin." You take all this in with no care. The tongue and lips administering to your abused groin provides enough distraction and comfort. As you begin to doze off, you hear a thickly accented voice shout out, "One million, three hundred, fifty thousand dollars, American!