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You wake up on the ground of a dark room. The floor is cold to the touch, your head throbs, your vision is blurred. For a moment you can’t move or even think, all you can do is feel pain and discomfort. You finally gain the strength to lift your head - your laying face down, stomach on the hard surface. Slowly, your visions come back, and you realize that you’re in some sort of basement or warehouse of some sort. There are no windows, just one singular door in one corner and a white padded mattress in the opposite.
What shocks you the most is your current physical state - you’re bleeding. Or, you were bleeding. It looks like dried blood now, on the floor below you. It must’ve come from your head. You shiver… it’s so cold. And that’s where you realize that you’re naked.
Your body shoots upright and you shiver again. You wrap your arms around yourself, desperately trying to cover your breasts and crotch area, despite there being no sign of anyone in the room with you.
You’re scared.
The last thing you remember is walking home from work. Your car battery had died and no one had answered the phone when you called them.
Something must’ve happened on the walk home, because clearly, you never made it back.
You finally stand on shaky legs. For a moment you forget how to walk, but it quickly comes back to you, and you’re mobile enough to start looking for an escape.
Your first instinct is to rush to the door. You hesitate before you try to open it. This could very much be the basement of some pervert rapist serial killer… it most likely was, and if whoever this person was caught you trying to escape, you know how that story ends.
Instead, you slowly retreat to the corner of the room where the mattress is, and sit down on the soft cushion. It’s surprisingly comfortable, and there’s a stack of folded sheets and blankets on the end.
In order to be more decent, you wrap a blanket around yourself and lay down in a fetal position, mind racing with worries.
Your friends, your brothers, your co-workers… won’t they be worried? How long have you been gone now? Has it been just a few hours, or has it been days?
Your heart races with every thought.
Suddenly, you hear muffled sounds. Footsteps and talking. Your eyes widen before you panic and shut them closed, trying to pretend like you’re asleep as if that would make the situation better.
Then you hear the door unlock and slowly creak open.
You don’t dare open your eyes.
“Oh… you made yourself all comfy…”
The voice that spoke was soft and smug, definitely the voice of an older man with a smirk. It also sounds lustful, like he enjoys the sight in not an endearing way, but a way that makes him aroused.
You can hear the footsteps coming closer and closer until you feel a large hand cup your cheek.
“Open your eyes, beautiful. I know you’re not asleep.”
Your heart is pounding now. But you do as the man says and open your eyes. You’re face to face with him, and he does not look familiar at all. He is undoubtedly a tall man, the way he’s crouched down next to you says it all; His long legs are bent so they’re nearly touching you, and his thin torso is long. If he stands, he must reach at least 6 foot, probably taller than that. He’s also a thin man. Toned, but thin. You can tell because his black button up shirt is rolled at the sleeves, and there’s some faint muscle, but his limbs are very lean. His hair is dark and messy, like he had run his fingers through it dozens of times before coming in here.
And finally, his eyes… grey and narrow, striking. They were almost too much to look at.
“There she is,” he grinned, teeth all white and sharp, “I see… must’ve been cold, hm? That’s why you cover up with the blanket? Or are you just a little insecure of your body?” His head tilted and his grin turned into a smirk. When his hand came to rest on your waist through the fabric of the blanket, you flinched away, and you sat up, trying to scoot as far away from him as you could.
Unfortunately, the blanket fell from your chest, exposing your breasts to his already hungry gaze. He stared down at them, smiling, and you were quick to cover up again.
“Who are you?” You finally ask, trying to hold back your tears, “Why am I here?”
The man sunk onto his knees and braced a hand beside your hip, hovering over you. “I’m your admirer,” he said softly, slowly tugging down the blanket with his free hand. You reached back, trying to tug it back up, but he ripped it away in an instant, exposing your naked body to his predatory gaze. “And you’re here because I love you…”
Your eyes watered and you stared up at him, silently begging for him not to touch you, but he was already straddling your hips, pinning you down. He was bigger than you and undoubtedly stronger too, so it wasn’t like you could fight him off.
“Please don’t do anything,” you whined, but you could feel the hard press of his erection against you, and you knew that your plea was futile.
He chuckled softly, one hand skidding up the side of your waist, making you squirm. “Aha, does that tickle a little?” He did it some more until you were squirming desperately, unwillingly giggling against him, “Ha! It does! You’re a sensitive girl, aren’t you?”
You begged him to stop but it was hard when you were giggling and panting so much.
“What’s that? I can’t quite understand you, sweetheart,” he teased, knowing damn well he could.
“St-stop—haa-ah-!-please!”
“Stop?” His hands finally froze, and he cocked his head, “Alright… let’s do something else then, how’s that sound?”
The man slowly stood up and stepped away from the mattress, not before staring at your body for a few long seconds, then made his way to the corner of the room. In that corner was a cardboard box. He rummaged through it until pulling out what looked like chains.
That was confirmed when he grabbed both of your wrists and chained them together, bolting them to the wall behind you.
“Perfect,” he smiled, stepping back to admire his work. The erection in his black slacks was still very evident, and he stroked it through his pants a few times while staring at you, biting his lip and such just to humiliate you.
“I know you’re chilly,” he said softly, crawling back over you, way too close, way too intimate, “But I bet I can warm you right up…”
You shook your head rapidly, praying to God he wouldn’t force his cock inside of you, but he chuckled to himself and slowly began to kissing down your stomach, then gripped harshly onto your thighs, spreading them apart gently yet firmly, then proceeded to kiss along the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your pussy.
“Shh… just relax,” he murmured when you tensed. His grey eyes flicked up to meet yours for a moment. “I have a funny feeling you’re going to love this.”
Then his mouth was on you.
The first slow, wet drag of his tongue from your entrance up to your clit made your entire body jerk against the chains. It was warm and intimate. You gasped sharply, hips twitching as he licked again, slower this time, savoring the taste of you like he’d been starving for it.
“No-ahhh-oh-please—” you whimpered, but the words dissolved into a broken moan when he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked gently. The wet heat of his mouth was overwhelming. Every swirl of his tongue sent sparks shooting up your spine, and no matter how hard you tried to fight it, your body was responding. He groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs tremble.
His tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with slow, deep strokes while his nose brushed your clit. One of his hands slid up your stomach, palming your breast roughly.
It felt so violating… this stranger’s face buried between your legs, devouring you like he owned you, while you were chained and helpless. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes even as your hips started rolling against his mouth.
But God… it felt so good.
Every flick and suck pulled more unwilling pleasure from your body. Your breathing grew ragged, little gasps and whimpers escaping. Pressure built fast and mercilessly, your thighs shaking around his head as he ate you out with relentless skill.
“I-I-oh-please stop!” You sobbed, hating the idea of this strange man making you cum.
But he knew. Your orgasm crashed over you without warning. Your back arched hard off the mattress. Your pussy flooded his mouth while he kept licking and sucking.
He didn’t stop right away. He kept lazily licking you through the aftershocks, humming in satisfaction as your body twitched and spasmed. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny with your arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and gleaming with lust as he looked up at your flushed, tear-streaked face.
“Delicious,” he whispered, crawling up your body until his face hovered over yours. His hard cock pressed against your thigh through his pants.
His grey eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with satisfaction.
“Your pussy tastes very sweet,” he murmurs, voice rough and low. “I bet you take very good care of yourself, don’t you?” You’re still panting and overwhelmed, feeling so much shame and confusion. He grinned at you again, looking back down at your pussy, the back at you. “I don’t mind the hair,” he said, tickling your pubes lightly before pulling away and licking that finger, “but it can get in the way sometimes. We might have to do something about that later on…”
Then, without another word, he rises smoothly to his feet. The sudden absence of his heat makes the cold basement air bite at your naked skin. He towers over you for a second, adjusting the obvious, straining bulge in his black slacks with a slow stroke of his palm, smirking at how your gaze flickers down to it despite yourself.
“I can tell you’re going to be very good to me,” he says softly. “Such a good girl already. But I think I’ll let that sink in for a while…”
He turns and walks toward the door without hurrying. The chains rattle as you instinctively try to sit up, your voice cracking.
“Wait-w-where are you going?”
The door creaks open. He pauses in the doorway, glancing back at you.
“I’ll be back, sweetheart. Don’t you worry...”
The heavy door slams shut behind him. You hear the click of the lock turning, then his footsteps fading away until there’s only silence again.
The room feels even colder now. Your wrists ache from the chains, your thighs are still spread and slick with your own arousal and his saliva, and your pussy throbs with the fading echoes of that forced orgasm.
You’re alone once more… but you know he’ll return.