Taken- journey into the unknown

Taken- journey into the unknown Taken- journey into the unknown

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Short story inspired by a dark walk to my car late one night. The mind can play all sorts of tricks if you let it :)

Summary

Short story inspired by a dark walk to my car late one night. The mind can play all sorts of tricks if you let it :)

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Submitted: October 30, 2012

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Submitted: October 30, 2012

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The car park was cold and poorly lit, I’d finished work late and the rest of my colleagues had all gone home hours before.  I didn’t like leaving so late, but a deadline’s a deadline.  I had my keys ready in my hand as I climbed the concrete stairs to the fourth floor.

I stepped over a pool of water by the entrance from the stairwell, the light overhead flickering.  No security guards around, as usual.  There had been a spate of muggings lately, and I was sure the office had put extra guards on patrol. 

I blipped the alarm on my keyfob, opening the doors to my car as I approached, my car hidden behind a large, black transit van.  I let my guard down as I got level with the van, not noticing the open side door.  By the time I realised there was a figure just inside the van, it was too late.

Strong arms grabbed me from behind, I didn’t have time to make a sound as I was bundled into the rear of the van, the door slamming shut behind me.  It was dark.  The smell of oil permeated my nostrils as a rag was pushed into my mouth and a hood placed over my head.  I could feel my arms being crushed as a rope was tightened around me.  I tried to kick out, losing a shoe in the process.  My assailant sat on my legs and forced me to lie down, my legs finally wrapped in sheeting.  I couldn’t move.

I could hear him breathing hard, close to my face.  I twisted as much as I could, but it was no use.  Then, silence.  I could feel him moving about, climbing over me.  Then I heard the engine start, and we began to move.

Having no sense of time or direction really disorientated me, I don’t know how long we were travelling for.  I tried counting to one hundred but lost track too many times.  Something in my head told me it might be important to remember, but all too soon I realised I had no idea what was happening.

The van was travelling on main roads, I could tell that by the sound of the tyres on the tarmac.  I couldn’t see a thing, and the hood muffled all sounds.  After a while the van turned sharply, and I could feel the road was rough, like a farm track.  Finally, it stopped.

The driver got out, I could hear the door open and close, then the side door was slammed open.  His hands grabbed me, I tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound.  He lifted me over his shoulder and carried me, he paused to unlock a door, and then we were inside.

I was sat on a chair, a deep voice told me not to move.  I turned my head to where the voice had come from- only to be slapped across the face. 

“I told you not to move”.

I stifled a sob, and kept as still as I could. The voice was calm, educated, something about the tone told me I knew who it was.  I racked my brain.He reached under the hood and pulled the rag from my mouth, I gasped in fresh air.

I heard him moving about, brushing by me, making me shrink into the chair.  Then, I felt the rope being removed from me.  I stiffened. He took my right arm and passed a rope around it, I heard a noise and my arm was pulled up over my head.  The same with my left arm.

“Stand up”

I stood, the ropes on my arms being pulled so they were above me.  I sensed him kneeling in front of me, and felt ropes being placed around my ankles.  Oh god, what was happening?

The ropes were pulled tight. I stood, arms above my head, my legs pulled apart.

“Keep very still”, the voice ordered.

I could hear a tearing noise, wondering what it was, then felt my coat being removed.  He was cutting it off me! 

“Please, don’t do this… I have some money…”

The slap was expected but stung all the same.  My eyes filled with tears.  The tearing sound continued.  I felt my skirt being removed, my blouse was next, the buttons being ripped off one by one, he was savouring this.

I stood in my bra, knickers and stockings, my body panting at what was happening.  It was very quiet.

I felt his breath on my stomach, he must have been kneeling in front of me.  I felt cold metal on the inside of my legs- a knife.  I felt him pull at the side of my knickers as he slid the knife between my skin and the fabric, then that tearing sound.  My knickers slid down my left leg.

His breath was closer now, I tried to shrink away but the ropes were tight.  His hands were on my skin, I could feel his stubble against my thigh, and then his tongue began to lick at my exposed pussy.  I felt reviled, tried to buck away from him, but his hands held me tighter.  His mouth closed over my labia, his tongue flicking inside me, then lapping at my clit. 

I wanted to detach myself from this invasion, I tried to force myself to close down, to have no part of this, but I felt myself getting aroused.  His fingers rubbed against my inner lips, pushing first one, then  another into me.  I moaned, asking him to stop.  He slapped me across the backside, hard.  I winced in pain.  His fingers worked their way into me, roughly, his other hand moved up my body to push at my bra, exposing my left breast, his hand hand and rough on my skin.  I could feel my nipple hardening under his touch.

He continued to finger fuck me while his tongue lapped at my clit, my legs ached from being pushed so far apart. His hand travelled back, towards my anus.  I tried to cry out to stop him, but I couldn’t find the words.  I felt him take his face away from my pussy and heard him spit, then I felt his thumb being pushed into my anus.  His tongue continued to probe at my clit, then dip into my cunt. His thumb invaded my anus, it hurt like mad but he pushed it in as far as it would go.  Despite myself, I could feel an orgasm building deep inside me. 

He must have sensed it, he slowed his tongue penetrations and began to knead at my exposed breast with his other hand, his thumb still deep inside my arse.  I felt open and exposed, I kept telling myself it was wrong, this had to stop, but I was beginning to enjoy it. 

“Please, I want it…” the words were out of my mouth before my brain could react.

He gave a chuckle, and continued to lick my inner lips and clit, slowly, his tongue hard against me.  I pushed myself hard against his face, trying to grind into him.  I shuddered as the first wave of orgasm hit me, my legs giving way, and my arms nearly being wrenched from their sockets as they took my full weight.  I flooded his face with my cunt juices as I came harder than I’d come before.  His tongue continued to flick at me, his thumb deep in my arse.

Slowly, he withdrew his tongue and thumb from me.  Then I heard a zip being pulled, and a rustle of clothes.

He came around behind me and his hands were on my waist.  He stood closer, and I could feel the hardness of his erection against my skin.  I felt it push against my cunt opening, his hand guiding it into me.  He pushed, hard.

He felt big, he filled my tight hole completely. I gasped as he pushed into me, his hands now grasping my tits, pulling at my hardened nipples.  I could feel his hot breath on my back as he rammed into me, he was pulling almost completely out of me before pushing as hard as he could into me.  Fuck, it felt good.  Too good.  I came again, my cunt walls gripping his thick cock, coaxing him towards orgasm.  He increased his strokes, getting faster and harder.  He grunted loudly as he came, a thick wad hitting my womb.  He pushed hard into me, pumping his hot, sticky spunk into me.  He bucked once more, his body taut against me.  He stayed inside me till his erection began to fade.  He slipped out of me, a trail of cum dripping down my leg.

He must have put his clothes back on, the next thing I knew the ropes were being loosened.  He took my arm and led me to the chair, my legs giving way beneath me.  The hood was pulled from my head.  He stood in front of me, a bottle of water held out for me.  I took it, gasping as the cold water quenched my thirst.

I looked up at my captor, and I realised why I knew the voice.  Sam, the security guard.  He smiled, sheepishly, and handed me a pile of clean clothes.  He used to date my best friend, the one I’d told my rape fantasies to.  I was hoping he’d make a few more of them cum true…

 


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