Captured Fantasy 2

Who is he? I wonder from under my restraints.  How had he gotten into my apartment?  I almost trip over my own feet as he pushes me forward. I cry out under the cloth belt wrapped tightly between my teeth, and he squeezes my arm harder, "I told you.  No noise and I don't have to hurt you.  Don't make me hurt you!"  He squeezes harder, and I shake my head vigorously, a muffled, "No! No!" escaping from under the cloth between my teeth.

Blindfolded, gagged, and with my hands tied behind me this way, I'm forced into a car, taken to a remote area.  I tried to count the turns, and to count the distance between turns, the way I'd seen in movies.  But I got confused, forgetting what I'd previously counted.  Finally I gave up.

Where is he taking me?

When we arrive, my wrists are untied, and I'm slammed backwards against a tree, my hands taken and bound again around behind it.  My button-down blouse is poor defense as his fingers slowly, tauntingly trace lines along my shoulders and down the center of my chest.   He's playing with my body, and his touch threatens to excite me against my will.

I try to hold my head defiantly, I try to keep my breathing steady and controlled, but my captor expertly takes his time exploring my ribs, my belly, my neck and my breasts with his fingertips, touching me as though he knew exactly how to turn me on.  I become wet, my body betraying me.  He begins kissing my neck, his unrestrained confidence exciting me.  I realize I'm powerless to escape him or to avoid him, and the thought adds more moisture between my legs.  I knot my brows, confused and angry at my body's reaction.

Suddenly his hands shred my blouse from my body.  I'm now exposed.  I feel vulnerable to him...and my body starts to tremble, knowing how sensitive my nipples are, and how he could use this against me.
He steps back away from my body.  Was he admiring his handiwork?   "Oh yeah," he says, his throaty voice possessing me as much as his hands. "And you can't even stop me," he laughs.  It's obvious to me that he's excited by this unhampered exploration of my body, that he gets off taking what is mine alone....that he can touch me as long as he likes, any way he likes...it's obvious this gives him a thrill.  Knowing that he is preying deliberately on my vulnerability..exites me...but I stand rigid, fighting my desire to moan.

"Oh yes" he whispers, sliding his rough hands up and down my ribs.    When I struggle, writhing to shake his hands off me, he gets annoyed and grabs the back of my head and pulls my hair, "Don't piss me off - if you make me hurt you I will."  To demonstrate, he yanks my hair tighter, making me yelp.  In fear, I abandon my defiance and he's pleased.  He hums appreciation at my cooperation and releases my hair slightly, relaxing the painful tension.

Slowly he resumes his exploration, touching my breast with his free hand, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and still maintaining his firm grip on my hair at the same time with the other.  I whimper and moan in pleasure, no longer able to repress my body's response to his strength his control, his hands.  At that moment I know he's won - he's dominated my body...it's only a matter of time before my mind can no longer fight.

His hand slides between my legs, and I clutch them together desperately.  Forcing his hand toward the heat is just a game for him, and he pulls my hair hard enough to make me relax. "Open wide for Daddy!" His tone mocks me.   Then pulling my hair in one final harsh tug, he pulls my panties aside and thrusts two fingers deep inside me.  I squeel in frustration and agony...and in the pleasure that I don't want to feel.

He pulls his hand back, replaces my skimpy panties to their original position, then starts massaging me over the top of them, gently pressing his fingers against me.  I try to resist being aroused, but he doesn't stop, rubbing a circle into my hot flesh.  He releases my hair and begins to fondle and suck my nipples while rubbing me.  "You're gonna be so wet for me...it's gonna be sooooo good..."  My excitement escalates, and I moan, weakening...

He stands back, and I hear shuffling.  Then he lifts my skirt, pulling the waistband of my panties away from me, and snips (or did he slice?) through them on both sides.  He yanks my panties out from between my legs.  I try to stifle my response to him, and hold my body stiff.  I hear the fabric hit the ground beside me.

His hands move again over my body, my skin...my inner thighs, my breasts, my belly, my ass...  He gropes every inch of me possessively, touching me as though owning my body, as though taking me, as though searching for something beneath every curve.  "Oh yeah....oooo, so nice....this is gonna be so good...oh yeahhhhh..."

After this long exploration of my body, my skirt is pulled up, my knees are hoisted roughly into the air, and he thrusts himself inside the wetness I tried to deny.  Out of control, I can do nothing to prevent him -- I'm made to yield myself to my captor.  He grunts his pleasure, thrusting  himself into me, first slamming in hard and deep, then slowly sliding back out, over and over again.  My body responds despite me, and my head falls to the side, my eyes closed from the weight of the lust in my veins, my whimpers turned to low moans.  I practically feel the weight of his eyes staring at me, watching my every move.  And when I moan again he laughs...he knows he's conquering me.  "There's nothing you can do about it, is there?  I'll take whatever I want from you..."   Electric waves course through my body at his words.  I feel weak.
His pace quickens, and he pounds into me with no regard for my pleasure, lustily pleasing himself with my body.  His aggressive command heightens the electricity, making my head spin.  I feel like I'm high.  My moans climb, my resistence and self-composure become broken and interrupted by my repeated grunts and moaning.   "You can't hide it," he growls, "I know you like this," and he pounds into me more forcefully, forcing me closer to the edge of orgasm.  "I'm gonna fuck you so good, so hard, you're gonna want more, baby!"

He presses his body against me, presses his chest into mine.  In my ear he loudly whispers, "I want you to BEG for me, my pretty little bitch, you're gonna BEG."  He punctuates his sentance by pounding roughly inside me, forcing me over the edge and into orgasm.  "Oooo yeah, now you're mine," he says, knowing my body is yielding to him.  But he doesn't slow down, doesn't release me...he pounds harder, making my orgasm escalate even higher, making it last longer than I thought possible.

I gasp and pant and grunt, almost to the point of tears at the intensity of the non-stop explosion.  He rips the gag out of my mouth with his teeth, spitting, "Beg me to fuck you harder, bitch!  Ooo ooo BEG me!"   Again and again he pounds into me, making me think he'd never stop.  I cry out, gasping, grunting, pleading for release, my body on fire with the pleasure. "BEG!  BEG me to FUCK you, wench!"  He slams into me violently, "BEG ME!  BEG ME!  BEG ME!"

Then he pauses...my body finally relaxes, the intensity subsides, and I'm silent but for my breathing and occasional whimpers.  I think that maybe he came, maybe he'll free me now.

Then suddenly he barrages me again, fucking me hard, deep and fast...  The pleasure is overwhelming, and the electricity explodes in my body again.  My mind is lost in the turbulent storm of lust, and my voice acts as though from someone else, screaming, "YES FUCK me OH GOD FUCK ME."  My captor, pleased and encouraged, complies with my requests, driving me into yet another endless mindblowing explosion.  I cry out, my body completely surrendering to him, "OHYES!!! PLEASE FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME..."

He forces my orgasm to continue, not giving me any time to relax, timing his rhythm to make me gasp in pleasure.  Excited by the pleasure he steals from me, proud of the actions he's pushed me to, he grunts louder, braces his muscles against me, then slams into me violently as he comes inside me.  After many contractions, he clutches himself against me, pressing the sweat of his body into my pores.  Minutes later, he releases my legs and withdraws....


Hours passing, I'm made to succumb to him this way many times, interspersed with being fed food and water, before my limp, abused body is returned to my apartment, and I'm thrown (still blindfolded) face down onto my bed, and my captor escapes unseen.

"I'll be back," he'd whispered before leaving...