Her Fears Became Reality Ch. 02

She awoke to the sound of heavy metal and a roaring engine. When she tried to open her eyes, something tight kept them shut. They had been covered by a rough cloth, what seemed to be an old handkerchief. She tried to open her mouth to scream but soon realized a wad of fabric was stuffed in her mouth, covered with duct tape to keep it in place. She soon realized that her wrists and ankles were also bound, her body carelessly thrown into the back of what seemed to be a van. Panic started to overcome her body. She screamed and screamed but no sound other than a muffled "mmph" came through. She began to shake with fear, knowing that the place she was going would be her last. The man driving the van heard that she had woken up, just as he was pulling into the driveway of his hideout.

"Ahh perfect timing little lady! We've been driving for hours, I thought I'd killed ya!" He exclaimed. His voice startled her, causing her to shake more than before. 'I'm going to die' she thought. The words would not leave her. She knew that this man had evil intentions, and that there was no way of escaping. The man stopped the van and slammed the door shut. The blindfold made it impossible for her to see anything that was happening. She could only rely on what she heard. The man opened the doors at the back of the van, gazing upon his treasure. "Oh honey..." He whispered, wondering how he could ever get his hands on such a beautiful specimen.

He grabbed her bound ankles, making sure to keep her sexy stilettos in place while he yanked her out of the van. She landed headfirst on the gravel, the sharp rocks sticking into her exposed thighs, arms and head. He lifted her over his shoulder and closed the doors, smacking her ass as he made his way to the door of an old house. She couldn't help but cry. The cloth covering her eyes soon became soaked with her tears, but she did not fight him. All that escaped were a few small sniffles.

The man unlocked the door of the house with his free hand. The floorboards creaked under his immense weight as he made his way to the basement stairs. At the bottom, he dropped the woman onto the floor with a painful thud. He helped her straighten up and stand while keeping her binds intact. She kept her head lowered, even as he pulled the tight blindfold away from her large, green eyes. He lifted her chin roughly so she was forced to look him in the eyes. Her beauty stunned him. He couldn't bear to see such an ugly gag covering such a beautiful face, so he ripped away the duct tape and pulled out the damp piece of cloth that kept her quiet.

He expected her to scream, but her fear kept her silent. He watched as her puffy red lips quivered and droplets slowly trailed down her face. A rush of excitement overcame him. He owned her! She was all his. He could only imagine the taste of her sweet pussy, betraying her, aching to be fucked. She looked into the man's dark, black eyes and saw a flash of insanity, right as he grabbed her by the neck and forced her lips upon his. Her tears flowed freely, unable to breathe as he choked her with his hand and tongue. He pressed her against the wall, never freeing her from his tight grasp. His hungry tongue plunged deeper into her mouth, exploring the walls as she began to gasp for air. He suddenly realized that with his excitement, his grip on her throat had tightened. He pulled away, relaxing his grip and allowing his prize to breathe. Her cries became audible as she gasped for breath.

His cock grew larger and larger as he gazed upon her open lips. Her bottom lip was slightly bigger than the top, but both were large compared to most people. He imagined what they would feel like, wrapped around his hard cock, her sad eyes looking up at his, glistening with fresh tears. She had even worn bright red lipstick to attract more attention to her luscious mouth. He pressed his denim covered bulge against her stomach while she regained her breath. It was becoming harder to resist just tearing her to pieces. To his surprise, she was the first to talk.

"P-please sir. Don't hurt me. You don't need to do this. Please." Her voice was small and meek. He wanted her to moan for his cock. All he could think about was fucking her brains out, but he couldn't let her believe she was safe. He brought his hand down across her cheek harshly, drawing blood at the crease of her lips and leaving an ugly, deep mark in her soft flesh.

"Did I ever say you could talk to me cunt? You're mine now. You only speak when spoken to, you hear me?" In her shock, she could do nothing but shake. "I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME." He slapped the same cheek once more, causing her to scream with pain as more blood dripped down her chin.

"Y-y-yes s-s-sir I u-un-un-under-understand."

"You may be pretty but you sure are a dumb cunt!" He laughed as he pushed her to the ground. She hit the cold concrete floor with a hard thud. The man climbed on top of her and pulled a knife from out of his boot. He cut through the tape that bound her ankles and wrists together. She took this as her chance to try and run, but his weight was too heavy. "Ahh! You think you can struggle do you? I didn't think you had it in ya!" He mocked her, but she continued to fight. 'This is my only chance' she thought, believing that he would kill her once he was done using her. She managed to free one of her arms from his grasp and land a punch in his stomach. The force startled him just enough to let his guard down, and she used all of her strength to push him off of her. Once standing, she used the heel of her stiletto to try and kick him in his balls. Unfortunately, she missed, landing the heel in between his legs, giving him the chance to grab her ankle and pull her to the floor.

"No! Fuck you asshole you're not getting me! No!" She managed to pull her foot away from his tight grip and scramble towards the stairwell. She could hear his maniacal laughter as she reached the door, only to find it padlocked shut. "NO! NONONO you dick FUCK!" She pounded the door, screaming for someone to help, but no one was around for miles. He had made sure to take every precaution so she could not easily escape. She pounded harder and harder but it wouldn't budge.

"What did I say bitch. You may be pretty but you sure are a DUMB.CUNT." He had climbed the stairs behind her, grabbing her long hair and pulling her back down with him. She sobbed as she tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight.

"Pleasee why are you doing this?! Please stop!!!" She screamed, but he was already sitting on her chest, reaching for the knife he dropped during their struggle. He held it to her throat which shut her up immediately.

"Now. Are you going to shut that little mouth of yours? Or am I going to have to shove this knife right in your fucking throat bitch?" He applied a small amount of pressure, just enough to break the first layer of skin and draw a little blood.

"I-I-I'll-I'll-,"

"YOU'LL WHAT?" He roared.

"I-I'll behave!!" She screamed. "Just please don't hurt me!"

"You don't look like you're in any position to make requests bitch." He spat on her face and pulled the knife away from her throat. He had been chewing tobacco. The smell alone was enough to make her gag. Still, she relaxed for a moment, only to realize where his knife was heading. He quickly sliced through her blouse, revealing the lacy lingerie she had put on that morning. His eyes grew wide in disbelief. This bitch had dressed up for him! He ripped the remnants of her blouse away, and then continued to cut off her skirt. His cock throbbed against his jeans, just waiting to be released so he could ravage his prize.

She watched as his maniacal eyes looked her body up and down. She knew she could not escape now. The man spread her legs and positioned himself at her opening. The basement was cold and dark. She shivered as she anticipated what was to come next.

"Please..." she whispered, but he was already unbuttoning his jeans. She looked upon his hardened face. Far from handsome, his skin was rough and covered in stubble. His teeth were yellowed and rotten from chewing tobacco, and his eyes held no emotion. He smelled as if he hadn't showered for weeks. She couldn't imagine how terrible his cock would smell.

The sight of her was enough to drive him over the edge. Her skin was smooth and tight. Her breasts rose and fell with every frightened breath she took. He couldn't wait to see what her nipples looked like in the cold room, but he wanted to enjoy the fact that she had dressed up for him just a little longer. He reached down and pulled his cock from his open fly. She couldn't help but gaze upon his thick, hard dick. It was easily eight inches long, and almost as wide as a can of beer. How could such a horrible man be so well endowed?

"I bet you want to fuck this don't you? I can see it in your eyes bitch. I bet you want to ride this cock until I make you cum. Well I'm not going to give you that pleasure yet." He stood up, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her onto her knees. His cock swung right in front of her face. The smell was absolutely rancid. "Ahh yeah I bet you want that foul cock. Well it doesn't matter if you want it or not! You have to suck it bitch."

"I-I don't think I can! It's so big sir..." Hearing her voice those words sent shivers up his spine. He had to have her. He reached down and squeezed her jaw, forcing it as wide as it would go. She looked up, pleading with her eyes for him to stop, but that just made him want her more. He watched as he shoved his cock down her throat, feeling her huge lips around the base and her tight throat squeeze the head. He started to bob her head up and down the shaft, watching her struggle and cry to be let go. Her tongue moistened the bottom of his cock as he savored the warmth of her mouth. To his surprise, she could fit the whole thing in her mouth.

"I can see you've done this before bitch. What a little slut. Go ahead and show me what you can do on your own. Don't forget, any quick moves and I'll fuck you with this knife until I make your little cunt cum blood." He released his grip on her head, allowing her to raise her small, slender fingers and grip the base of his massive cock. She began to stroke him, almost lovingly. 'This is my only chance of winning him over.' She thought. 'Maybe he'll show me some mercy if I give him what he wants.' Her soft flesh trembled slightly as she alternated between sucking and stroking his cock. She rested the head on her pillowy lips, lightly squeezing as she stroked it, up and down. The man couldn't help but let out a deep moan. She never stopped looking up at him. She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue, and then suddenly plunged the whole shaft down her throat. She pumped it hard and fast, keeping her fingers squeezed at the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming.

"Oh shit baby that's the stuff." He moaned. She took the whole length of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue as she pumped it past her lips and down her throat. He watched as her small hands massaged his balls. She never took her eyes off of his. She slowly released her tight grip on his shaft and allowed the blood to flow freely. Her mouth readied as his cock stiffened, knowing that his load would be hers. With one quick movement, she pulled it out and opened her mouth as she hurriedly stroked until he finally blasted her open mouth and face with his hot seed.

He almost collapsed. Never had any of his women, consensual or not, made him cum so hard. Not only was she an expert, she looked like she actually enjoyed the taste and feel of his cum. She still had a grip on his cock, and to his surprise, she began to run her tongue along the shaft and head, licking up what she wasn't able to swallow. She never took her eyes off his though. The natural green somehow soothed him.

She finally pulled away and sat on her knees, like an animal waiting for another command. Her face was dripping with his cum, but she patiently waited for him to make the next move. He had wanted to fuck her, but he hadn't expected her to pleasure him so much. She had drawn every drop of cum out of him, and all he wanted was to lie down. He grabbed the girl by the hair and stood her up. She was still wearing her stilettos. Some of his load had dripped from her chin down to her breasts. The top of her bra grew white from his seed. She was a beautiful sight.

He had prepared the basement to be a sort of dungeon for his new toy. He turned her around to face the wall and pulled her hands behind her back. From his pocket he drew a pair of cold handcuffs and locked them around her wrists. Her ass was perfectly round. He felt his cock stiffen despite how tired it was by the sight of her small wrists resting on her ass, pushed out from being forced against the wall.

He pushed himself against her shapely body and found himself caressing her smooth skin. He pulled her long hair away from her neck and tenderly kissed and sucked, drawing a small moan from the captive girl. Never in a million years did he deserve a girl like this, but here she was, moaning for him, ready to be taken whenever he desired. She had sucked his filthy cock and enjoyed it. She was the perfect little slut. He reached around and placed his large hands upon her breasts, lightly squeezing and exposing her small, pink buds. She lowered her head in shame, shame that she was feeling aroused by the touch of a rapist. Tears trickled down her cheeks and fell upon his fingers as they lightly pinched her hard nipples.

The man growled a low and menacing laugh, hoisting her body and resting it on a small cot that lie in the corner. He retrieved the blindfold and cut up her blouse into strips with his knife. He tied the blindfold tightly around her eyes and stuffed a strip of fabric into her mouth, tying another strip around her head to keep it in place. She didn't stop crying as he pulled out another pair of handcuffs and bound her ankles. He laughed as he walked upstairs, leaving her cold and alone. For hours she cried. This man was working to remove every shred of her dignity. She lost sense of time and location. Her face was still coated with this evil man's load. All that she could do was take advantage of the privacy she was given, and rest.