Abducted: Day 3 (MF Kidnapping, Rape, Anal, Traumatic)

Part 3 of 7

When he reviewed the video in the morning he saw his prisoner finger herself to at least two orgasms in the dark basement. There was no denying that she was a horny little slut, even if she was a bit repressed. He was surprised she’d left the plug in the whole night, though. He dropped off an omelette in a doggy dish and a thermos full of water in the morning, and made her beg before she was allowed to eat any of it. Then once she was done eating, he posted a couple printed pictures on the wall where they were out of reach for her to take them down. They were labeled Day 1 and Day 2 in black sharpie, but they showed her in a truly horrible light. The first showed her faced glazed in his cum just after he’d finished raping her throat, and the second showed her eating her dinner from a dog bowl like a trained bitch.

Before he’d taken her she never would have done either of those things, and now they were just the opening act. What would he be forcing her to do a week from now, or a month from now if someone didn’t find her, Sarah thought. But then she stopped herself. It wasn’t worth worrying about. A week or two from now she’d be back in class and this mother fucker would be rotting in a jail cell. She’d crucify him in court and make sure that he never did this to anyone else ever again. Those fucking pictures would be exhibits that would see him get life in prison, she was sure of it.

But after a couple of hours, he didn’t come back. What was he up to, she wondered. She’d already explored everything that her chain would allow, and she’d found nothing that would allow her to break free, so she bided her time with napping and revenge fantasies.

The sun was close setting when she finally heard the door open up. She was instantly awake and alert, but continued laying there to see what he would do. He locked the door behind him, and then walked down and unlocked the other door in the basement – the one she hadn’t seen behind before. Then he did something she didn’t expect – he unlocked her ankle cuff and led her into the next room.

Inside was another room about the same size as this one. It was a sadistic playroom, worse in every way than the one she had been locked in up until now. The only doors were the one they came through, and one on the opposite wall. It was a pervert’s paradise. A padded X brace was mounted on wall, a sex swing hung from the ceiling, a couple benches and padded tables were spread out on the floor, racks of sex toys ranging from dildos and plug to flogs and paddles took up most of the wall space, and a TV was mounted on one wall, behind a sheet of plexi glass. None of those were the worst part though: on the ceiling in all four corners were some pretty decent cameras. He wouldn’t have to take any shots with his phone in here; anything he wanted to do to her he could record in high definition.

That’s probably what the TV was for, she thought, to make me watch myself while I’m getting raped. She flushed at the thought, but vowed to herself that she would put up a fight no matter how terrible the torments he inflicted on her. “Nice place,” she said with false bravado, “Do you bring all the girls here, or am I special?”

He didn’t answer her immediately, as he locked the door behind them. “I’ve destroyed plenty of holes in this room,” he said finally, as he started to escort her over to one of the benches, “There’s nothing special about you cunt, now get over here – it’s almost time.”

“You think that I’m going to cooperate with you, you sick fuck?” she asked pulling away from him. “You might be able to hurt me, but there’s more to life than pain. I’ll tell you what, if…” after that there was only gasping as he punched her in the solar plexus. He pulled his punch so as not to break anything, but for a girl that had never been hit in anger in her whole life, it shattered her world view. For a long moment she couldn’t breathe, and was gasping like a fish on dry land. This was worse than being beaten with a belt. He could break her neck any time he felt like it she thought as she sank to her knees; this wasn’t like the movies where the heroine could bring down a man twice her weight with a little preparation or luck. She had never felt so powerless, not even when he fucked her face.

And then he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her upright again. “I said, get on this fucking thing cunt, before you make me mad.” This time Sarah listened, climbing up on the padded bench so he could strap her wrists and ankles into place. The thing was made of leather and wood and very sturdy. It occured to her only after she had climbed up on to it that it was made so that she’d be in the perfect position and height so he could fuck her doggie style… or in the ass, just as he had promised last night. Part of her had hoped that was a twisted joke and he would just fuck her properly; she couldn’t admit it to herself, but after the strange torments of the last couple days she could use a good fuck, but not like this.

Once she was tied down, he turned on the TV to the local news of all things while they were going over the weather report. Then he walked to the wall to pick up something out of her line of sight.

“Look.. Sir.. Mister.. Whatever your name is. Can we talk?” She started to babble. “I’ve never done anal sex with anyone. Hell, until you fucked my mouth I’d never done anything but some fooling around, and a little missonary sex. Could we slow this down maybe and.. Ah fuck!”

She cried out as he brought the flog down hard on her right ass cheek, ignoring her protests. “This is slow you stupid slut.” He said hitting her again. “This is as close as you’re going to get to gentle from me. Every day I’m going to claim another part of you, until there’s nothing left until you’re all mine and…”

He stopped suddenly and picked up the remote, turning the volume up. In between the pain and the talking, she hadn’t been paying any attention to the television, but now she looked up, to see her face on the screen from an old picture, while the newscaster talked over it. “…local woman disappeared from the parking lot of a local grocery store Wednesday. Sarah Brookes is a local college student and…” She had trouble focusing on what he was saying as she felt her tormentor pulling the plug from her sphincter.

“Hey, motherfucker, I’m trying to listen to…” She implored before she was rudely interrupted.

“Like i give a fuck,” her rapist replied as he pressed a cold bottle of astroglide and gave a good squeeze, sending a chill up her spine. She reddied another retort, but then the TV shifted, and her face was replaced by a reporter interviewing her parents. “If you see her… if you know anything… please call the hotline, she pleaded to the camera with tears in her eyes.” That was when she felt him force the head of his cock into her asshole. Sarah would never know which was the final indignity: watching her mother cry on TV begging for her daughter’s safe return, or feeling her rapist for his thick cock inside her virgin asshole, but it didn’t matter. Regardless, she started to sob, as he violated her physically and emotionally at once.

“How… how could you…” she choked out between sobs as he held her hips and started to slide in and out of her, without any regard for her.

“Mmmm. What’s the matter princess,” he asked in a tone dripping with cruelty. “Why else would I wait to use an ass this tight unless I was waiting for the perfect moment? Huh? And this is a sweet piece of ass pussy. Im going to be using it pretty regularly from now on, so get used to it cunt.”

Regularly, she thought, disgusted, as she tried to tune him out and focus on the TV. This newscast, as cruel as it was, was her only tenuous connection with the outside world. “…Just bring her home safe,” her dad implored, “That’s all we want. This isn’t like her, and someone has to know something.” It was enough to break her heart, but it hurt even more when they cut back to the studio. “That’s a terribly sad story Tom, and our thoughts and prayers are with her and her family tonight. If anyone watching has any information they can call…”

The moan that came out of her throat surprised her so much she wasn’t even guarding against it. Anal sex was suppose to hurt, and it had at the begining, she was sure of it, but now.. Sarah was disgusted, but she couldn’t deny the strange sort of pleasure that was seeping into her body from the most unlikely of places. “That’s a good little anal slut,” her rapist gloated, “You can admit it. You love my dick. Go on.”

And just like that a rage welled up inside her to match the pleasure building in her with each thrust as a stranger stretched out her ass while she was tied down far too well to even struggle properly. “Love? I love my family, you prick. But you… Uhhhh… You I hate. I hate you. I hate your dick… mmmm… I hate your fucking dungeon.. I hate your… oh god… I hate fucking everything.” But every thrust was getting closer to something, and fighting against it didn’t seem to be doing much good.

“Sure you do princess. Sure you do. That’s my little ice queen.” He said, without missing a beat as he continue to fuck her ass. “Let me ask you, have any of your boyfriends ever made you cum properly? Even from sucking on your clit like a good beta bitch?”

She refused to dignify his question with a response, trying to keep her breathing under control instead as she panted from the effort of trying to hold back her moans. Just because he was right, he didn’t need to know. She’d faked it plenty of times for the men she thought she loved, but the only one that had ever gotten her off before was her. That record was in danger of being broken tonight though, and that worried her.

“I didn’t think so,” he gloated as he removed his right hand from her hip and moved it beneath her body to her clit. “ So then if I’m right, then tonight I wont just be the first guy to fuck your tight little ass, I’ll be the first man ever to make you cum like the whore you really are.”

Sarah felt the fear as much as she felt the pleasure in that moment, and one only served to enhance the other. She couldn’t fight. She couldn’t run. She couldn’t do anything, and this monster was going to make her cum from… from… anal sex? It was disgusting, but with every thrust it was becoming closer to true. And then he started to play with her clit, grinding against it with every thrust, and her mind started to go haywire.

“Nooo, no… no… no…” she stammered, in fear and revulsion of what he was doing to her.

“Let me ask you, hole,” he said, his voice straining as he was getting almost as close to his orgasm as she was to hers, “What kind of woman cums for a man that kidnaps her, and rapes her asshole, huh? What sort of worthless fucked up cunt is that?”

“No…” she sobbed, “Please don’t do this to me…” it already felt better than any orgasm she’d ever given herself and she wasn’t quite over the edge yet. There was still time to pull back from this terrible brink. Still time.. Maybe if she could hold on, he would cum first and then she could… But there was no holding back this tide, and moments later, her vision faded to black for a moment as she gave an ear splitting cry and had the best orgasm in the worst moment of her life. For a moment she saw stars, and when she finally came back to full consciousness, it was just in time to feel her rapist bottom out and spray her full of cum in jet after throbbing jet of sperm. It was disgusting. It was awful.

It was the hottest moment of her life.

He let his weight slump on to her for a long moment as he sought to recover from his frantic thrusting and labored breathing. While he was bent over, leaning on his captive, he bent down and gave her a kiss on the back of her neck in a spot that wasn’t covered by her shoulder length blonde hair. The sensation sent a chill down her spine, and made the whole thing seem that much more intimate, and the little flutter her heart gave at that gesture terrified her.

“Alright,” Sarah said, choking back her tears, “You’ve had your fun, now untie me and leave me the fuck alone… sir.”

“Now now, slut, that’s no way to treat your lover is it? I think what you mean to say is, ‘thank you sir for the best orgasm of my life.’” he said, pulling his rapidly softening dick out of his rapetoy.

She blushed at the truth of his statement, but would never let him know how true that was. “No, …sir, what I meant to say is, I will never thank you for anything, and if you ever make the mistake of putting that dick in my mouth without the proper gag I will bite it off in a heartbeat.”

She expected to be hit for such a statement, but instead he just laughed as he walked around the room putting things away. “I’ve got to say,” he chuckled. “I know I shouldn’t but I do love your honesty. I don’t think you’ll enjoy its consequences, but they make it that much better for me.” He came back to her then and started to unbuckle her from the bondage furniture, starting with her ankles, and ending with her wrists, then he helped her down from the bench. “Come on slut, let’s take you back to your room.”

But something was wrong. She knew it by his tone, but she was sure of when he started leading her to the other door.

“No, take me back to the other room. I want you to shackle me and let me go to bed.” She said, afraid of whatever new punishment was behind door number two as she tugged at his grip trying to go back the other direction. “Please, I’m sorry sir, Don’t…”

But he only grabbed her by her hair, and pulled it hard bringing her down to her knees long enough to stop her struggle so he could unlock the new door. Once she saw the inside, it wasn’t quite as bad as she feared. It was just another small room, like a closet, with a low ceiling where the old basement walls sloped irregularly, making the space unusable for anything but storage.

She let him shove her in without too much fuss. Afterall, why shouldn’t she. Inside was a bucket and a moth-eaten old quilt.

“We’ll see how you feel about a timeout.” he said, as he shut the door and she heard the deadbolt click. It was only after he shut the door that she realized the first problem… that it was pitch dark. The other’s revealed themselves one at a time over the next several hours, but when the darkness overtook her entirely Sarah realized that she might have underestimated the terrible nature of this punishment.

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