The kidnaper

 

It’s 3 a.m.  

The only light inside the derelict warehouse comes from one bare bulb swinging on a frayed cord. Concrete floor is cracked and stained. The girl’s wrists are cuffed above her head to a thick rusted pipe bolted into the ceiling. Her ankles are spread wide, roped to heavy eye-bolts screwed into the floor. Black lace panties already torn to shreds, hanging in useless strips around her thighs. Thick leather collar locked around her throat, a small steel ring dangling in front with a tiny padlock clicking every time she breathes hard.

The kidnapper steps into the light—tall, built like he spends half his life in a prison gym, black balaclava covering everything except cold eyes and a cruel mouth. In his right hand: a long leather flogger with thin falls.

“Still keeping that fucking mouth shut, you little whore?”  

He swings the flogger lightly across her tits. The leather snaps against skin—sharp crack echoes off the metal walls. She flinches, body jerking in the chains, but her eyes aren’t scared. They’re glassy, hungry.

“You want this dick, don’t you, slut? Say it. Beg me to wreck that tight cunt.”

Her voice comes out small, trembling, but dripping wet:  

“Yes… please… fuck me… ruin my pussy… I need it…”

He laughs low, grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head back hard.  

“Pathetic little cum-dump. Already whining for it? First you’re gonna choke on this cock till you cry.”

He unzips. Cock springs out—thick, veined, already leaking. He slaps it against her cheek a few times, then presses the head to her lips.  

“Suck, bitch. All the way down your throat. You gag, I’ll shove hot sauce up that sloppy hole later.”

She opens wide. He doesn’t wait—pushes in slow at first, then rams deep. Her throat convulses, eyes watering instantly. Spit runs in thick strings down her chin, dripping onto her heaving chest. He fists her hair tighter, fucking her face with short, brutal thrusts.  

“That’s it, you filthy cocksleeve… take every fucking inch… you were born to be a throat-pussy.”

After a minute he pulls out. She’s gasping, coughing, mascara streaking black rivers down her face.

“Now let’s see how soaked that whore cunt is.”  

Two thick fingers slam inside her without warning. She screams, hips bucking involuntarily. He curls them, grinding against her G-spot while his thumb mashes her swollen clit.  

“Jesus, listen to that wet fucking sound. You’re dripping like a broken faucet, you nasty bitch.”

“Please… it hurts… but don’t stop… harder…”

“Shut the fuck up.”  

He pinches her clit hard between thumb and finger, twisting. She shrieks, legs shaking against the ropes.  

“Tell me who owns this cunt.”

“You… you own it… I’m your fucktoy… your rape-slut… your property…”

He yanks his fingers out, lines up, and in one savage thrust buries himself balls-deep. She howls, whole body arching, chains rattling wildly.  

“Fuuuck—too big—it’s splitting me—!”

“Good. That’s what a worthless hole like you deserves.”  

He starts pounding—long, punishing strokes that make her tits bounce violently. Every slam forces a choked moan out of her. The wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin fills the empty warehouse.

He grabs the front D-ring of her collar, choking her just enough to make her eyes roll. Other hand cracks down on her ass—hard, red handprints blooming instantly.  

“Louder, cunt. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m—your—fucking—rape-doll—your cum-rag—please—breed me—fill me—!”

He speeds up, brutal, animal rhythm. Her screams turn into broken sobs of pleasure. Body jerks like she’s being electrocuted.  

“Gonna pump this greedy pussy full… you ready, whore?”

“Yes—yes—cum inside—mark me—own me—!”

One final, bone-rattling thrust. He groans deep, flooding her. Hot spurts coat her walls. At the exact same second she shatters—orgasm ripping through her so hard her legs give out completely, held up only by the ropes and cuffs. Eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream, drool and tears everywhere.

He stays buried a few seconds longer, letting her twitch around him. Then slowly pulls out. Thick white cum immediately leaks from her wrecked pussy, dripping in long strands onto the filthy concrete.

He steps back, zipping up, voice calm now.  

“Not bad for night one, slut. Rest that sloppy hole. Tomorrow I bring toys… and friends.”

She hangs there, panting, body still trembling, voice barely a whisper:  

“Yes… Master… I’ll wait…”