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You were walking home from work. You spent so many hours a day working in retail, and it was all so frustrating. Trying to please people all day wasn’t really your strong suit. However, the pay was pretty nice for being a nine-to-five job. Today, you were super tired. Like, SUPER tired. You had dealt with a very brutal Karen and you just needed some rest. As you were walking home, you were spacing off and almost didn’t notice the hooded man jump out at you from an alleyway.
He grabbed you and pulled you into the alley with him. You tried to scream, but he put a cloth over your mouth, and suddenly, you felt.. sleepy.. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, so you just went limp in this man’s arms. Through your sleep, you felt yourself being picked up and carried somewhere…
You woke up in a snap, thinking this was all a nightmare. But when you realized that your arms and legs were tied up to a chair, you figured it wasn’t. You panicked, you started screaming and squirming, trying to get out of these ropes, to find help. That’s when you heard footsteps. You screamed louder, “PLEASE!! HELP ME, GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!” Soon, a man opened the door to wherever in the world you were. He wore a gray hoodie, black pants, and black shoes. He was pretty plain looking, dark hair, dark eyes, a slight stubble. He was pretty young, maybe about 19, 20? You pleaded with him, “PLEASE- PLEASE HELP ME, I..I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE, PLEASE UNTIE ME.”
He chuckled and shook his head, sauntering over and kneeling down in front of you. “I don’t think so… You’re mine now, you know that?” Your eyes widened. “..What..?” You asked in shock. He caressed your cheek softly. “I’ve been watching you for a while now.. I think I really love you.” You said nothing out of sheer shock. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “You stay right here, okay? Not that you really can go anywhere.” He chuckled at his sick, dark joke. You glared at him as he left. While he was gone, you decided to take in your surroundings. It looked like you were in a basement, a really old one. It had a washing machine, dingy smoke stained walls, and an empty table by the door.
Soon enough, your captor had returned. Not empty handed, though. He had a plastic bag with him. “I’m backkk..!” You glared at him again. He emptied the contents of the bag onto the floor. A pack of cigarettes, a ball gag, and.. A knife. “Now, don’t panic, okay? I won’t hurt you unless I have to.” You nodded. The last thing you wanted was to get stabbed by this motherfucker. The best thing you could do was comply.
He took the gag, it had a strap around it that would keep it held onto your head. “Open wide.” You did so, and he put it in your mouth gently. Then, he picked up the knife. You squirmed in your chair, making panicked muffled noises. He shushed you. “Shhh, don’t worry.. I won’t be cutting you… Just these.” He took the knife and started cutting off your shirt. You started to cry, you knew what he wanted. Snot, tears, and drool dribbled down your face, exposing your fear and vulnerability. You wanted to be at home, in your bed with your cats. Not in this dingy basement with a disgusting pervert. He finished cutting off your shirt, revealing your chest.
You looked away, embarrassed and frightened. He turned your face back to him, gripping your chin. “Look at me.. So pretty…” He smiled. You had to admit, now that you were seeing him up close, he was kind of cute. (As cute as a stinky, perverted stalker can get, that is.) He finished cutting off your clothes, taking great care to not cut you. You whimpered in fear, your naked body now exposed to him. You couldn’t speak, but your eyes pleaded with him. Slowly, he brought a hand to your bare cunt.
“Look at that.. Beautiful…” He was talking about your top surgery scars. He backed away and looked you up and down, his eyes landing on the old self-harm scars on your thighs and forearms. “Oh? What are these from..? I think I might know..” He pulled up the sleeve to his hoodie, revealing thick scars. Some were old and faded, some were still in the process of healing. “See? Same!” He seemed excited to share this new common ground, you however were slightly disgusted at the sight of his possibly infected wounds.
He came back over to you. The very presence of this guy was disturbing.. You were deep in thought when you noticed he was talking to you again. “I just.. LOVE you so, so much.. I really want to do this with you.. I’m so happy you’re complying with me. Maybe I’ll let you go if you keep being such a good boy!!” You didn’t know what he was talking about until you noticed that he was unzipping his pants. You squirmed in your chair, the ropes burning your wrists. You didn’t want this, not in the slightest. You wanted to go home so bad..
He finished taking down his pants and boxers, revealing his dick. You couldn’t look away from it, it all seemed so intriguing, yet so disgusting at the same time. He got closer to you, knife still in hand from when he cut off your clothes. “What? You’ve never seen a cock before?” You shook your head. You had seen one before, mostly in porn and stuff. Never in real life, though.
He stepped closer, you could smell his musk from where you sat. He caressed your face softly. “I’m gonna untie your feet, okay? Promise not to kick me? I’ll slice you if you do!” He added the last part playfully, though the situation was anything but playful. You nodded, willing to do anything he asked as long as it got you out of here alive.
As he untied your legs, there was an instant relief from pain. No more burning ropes. Unfortunately, he didn’t untie your arms, so you couldn’t run. He smiled as you fixed your legs in a more comfortable position. “Alright.. Now we can get to the fun parts!!” He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, a wet, sloppy kiss. He moved down further, to your neck. He left countless hickeys on your sweet, fragrant flesh. He moved even further, now, To your chest. He licked your nipples and gently kissed your top surgery scars. He moved all about your body, kissing, suckling, making all sorts of noises that you shouldn’t be making come out from your mouth.
He finally moved to your arms, with his knife in hand he asked: “When was the last time you did it..? Self harm, I mean. Not that you can answer, since you’re gagged. But I’m curious…” He trailed off. This guy was obviously bat-shit insane. He slowly dragged his blade across the scars, sending shivers down your spine. “Y’know, sometimes when I do it, I think of you.. I may be oversharing when I say this, but it really gets me off…” Your face flushed red. You didn’t know why, this guy had just kidnapped you and was telling you his fucked up fantasies. But.. for some reason.. It was abnormally hot.
He gently slid your hips closer to his. “I really, really love you. I’m so happy I can finally be with you, touch you, hold you…” His voice trailed off with a slight whimper as he gently started humping his length against your now dripping cunt. For being a kidnapper and a rapist, he was surprisingly gentle. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was. Maybe he genuinely loved and cared for you, but just didn’t know how to express it…
You were knocked out of your thoughts once again when you felt him rub gentle circles on your clit. “So good.. My good boy.. All mine.” You moaned through the ball gag. “Good boy.. Let out all those pretty sounds.. I know you want this..” You groaned, your hips rutting against his fingers. Drool drizzled down your chin from the gag. He wiped it with his thumb and licked it off.. It was so, so disgusting. But there was no going back now.
He leaned in and hugged you close, he stunk badly of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. His hug was surprisingly warm, though. You didn’t think a rapist could actually be so warm.. He let go of the hug. “Okay, are you ready..? I’m- I’m gonna put it inside, okay? I’ve never done anything like this before.. I’m sorry if I’m bad at it..” He caressed your hair gently before lining his dick up with your hole…
He slowly pushed in, your dripping juices acting as a lubricant. Your tight hole squeezed around him, earning a moan from the both of you. “Haahh.. You feel so good…This is what I’ve been waiting for this whole time..” He panted as he plunged into you again and again. He was trembling and shaking as he gripped your hips. You let out strained, muffled noises from the gag. He bent down and licked your nipples.
He kept thrusting and moaning, his mouth agape like a dying animal. He kept groping your ass, enjoying the feeling of the soft, plush skin under his cold, scrawny fingers. He rutted into you with such force that the chair creaked. “My darling…. My love… Fuck, I love you.. I know you love me too, I know you do…” At this point, your mind was going blank with pleasure. The way his dick fit perfectly in your hole, the way each thrust hit just the right spots was driving you nearly as crazy as he was.
Suddenly, with his free hand, he unbuckled the ball gag, allowing you to moan freely. “Fuckkk~ please, please I need to cum.. Please..!!” He nodded and thrusted faster. You didn’t know why you liked this, it was so wrong. Yet here you were, being used like a toy. You whined the faster he went, his thrusts getting sloppier each time. You were both close, it was obvious.
Without warning, he grabbed your hips and pulled you further onto his cock, bringing the chair with him. With your hands still tied to the chair, all you could do was let it happen. He ruthlessly pounded into you, sloppy, wet, slapping noises echoing throughout the decrepit basement. You were trembling from underneath him as he fucked you roughly. He bent down to your face and kissed you with fervor and passion. He tasted like cigarettes and some overly sweet energy drink. He moved further down to your neck, biting you roughly. He drew blood, which made you mewl in a mix of pain and pleasure. With this, he thrusted a few more times before you felt his hot seed spill into your insides..
He sat down on the floor for a little bit to catch his breath. Cum spilled from your overly abused cunt. You panted feverishly. Finally after a while, he pulled up his pants and hugged you tightly. “I’m so happy that you’re finally mine… I love you..” You would’ve hugged back, but you were still tied to the chair. “I don’t even know your name…” He looked you in the eyes. “It’s Simon. Are you hungry or anything..? I can give you new clothes..” You nodded in reply. “New clothes would be nice..” He chuckled before getting up to leave, but not before whispering in your ear.
“You’re mine, forever.”