031. Captive: Elevator Stranger's Dark Abduction and Forced Ecstasy

She walks out of the building into the parking garage. Looking around, she sees that the security light is not working again. "Someone really needs to fix that thing," she thinks to herself as she searches in the dark for her car.

 

It is unusually cold tonight, a little too cold for this early in November. She sees the man from the elevator walking to his car. He seems to be a nice man, very good-looking, but he keeps to himself. Anytime she has ever seen him, he always has on his black gloves and long black coat, which he wears over his shoulders like a cape. "A little strange, but to each his own," she thinks to herself as she reaches her car.

 

She is about to put her key in the lock when an arm reaches around from behind her. She starts to scream just before a cloth soaked with ether is placed over her mouth and nose. As she slumps toward the car, the man picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, carrying her off into the darkness.

 

She wakes up with an awful taste in her mouth and her head splitting. She tries to open her eyes, but there is a blinding light above her. When she tries to move, she feels a weight like someone is sitting on her. She slowly raises her head so as not to aggravate her headache. It is then that she realizes she is strapped to a table—not just any table, but one shaped like a huge X. Her wrists and ankles are strapped to each corner of the table. There is a big heavy leather strap around her waist holding her down and another just under her breasts. She is totally immobile except for the pounding head. It is just too much for her to think about right now, as she can no longer keep her eyes open.

 

The next time she wakes, it is to a feeling of someone gently massaging oil into her whole body. She realizes by the items on the table next to her that she has been bathed and quite possibly shaved. She still cannot make out who her captor is because the light is so bright. He has finished massaging the oil into her legs and now has started on her arms, working ever closer to her breasts. She cannot believe this is happening to her. 

 

And nobody will even be missing her until it is time for work on Monday morning. She does not have any family in the city. And because she is new to the area, she does not really have many friends. She will not be missed. There was nobody in the parking garage except her and the man from the elevator.

 

Several hours later, she wakes for a third time. This time, her body feels totally relaxed, actually kind of good—sort of like you would feel after spending the day at a spa. Her captor has still not said one word to her. She really has no idea if it is a man or a woman. The blinding light is still shining brightly above her. She suddenly feels something pinching her nipples. "Oh! What the hell is that? It hurts!" she thinks to herself. She refuses to let on that she is in pain by saying anything. She will not let this person, male or female, get the best of her. 

 

She finally raises her head to look down and sees that clamps have just been placed on her nipples. But they are not just any kind of clamps. Each one has a wire running off the end of it. Suddenly, she feels a searing pain between her legs. "What the hell are you doing to me?" she screams at her captor. All she receives is an evil chuckle. Fighting back tears, she is determined to survive this, and now, at least, she knows her captor is male.

 

Without warning, the table starts to move. She now finds herself in an upright position. But now the light is closer to her face, so she cannot see anything. Hands reach around from behind her head and place a ball gag in her mouth. "My God! What is he going to do to me?" she thinks to herself. Then she knows. She starts to feel a little tingle on her nipples. She has almost forgotten the clamps were there. How could she have forgotten that? The sensation is actually not unpleasant. But then she starts to feel it on her still throbbing clit. That is painful! She tries to twist and squirm away from the pain but is unable. She starts to plead with him but again is unable with the gag in her mouth. She is totally helpless.

 

The tingling stops for a few minutes and then begins again. This time, it is a little less painful on her clit. She does not want to feel pleasure at the hands of this man. She almost welcomes the pain. Again, the tingling stops and then starts. It goes on like this for what seems like hours. Each time she feels less pain and more pleasure. The pleasure is actually becoming more intense. She can feel an orgasm building. With each second that goes by, the feeling gets stronger—this urgent need to cum. Tears are now streaking down her face. 

 

She does not want to cum in front of this man! She starts to scream behind the gag, and this only causes him to increase the tingling. Suddenly, she screams as a huge wave of orgasms washes over her, one after another, cum running down her legs and onto the floor. She is so exhausted from this and everything else that has happened to her that she again falls asleep.

 

The next time she wakes up, the room is dark. The blinding light has been turned off, at least for now. The stickiness has been wiped from her legs, and she feels the straps being removed from her arms and legs and from around her body. "What can he possibly do to me now? "I have already endured so much humiliation," she thinks to herself.

 

She feels his warm breath at her ear. "Baby, I have only just begun to have my fun with you."

 

She gasps as she realizes she had said her thoughts out loud. So she tries pleading with him, "Please! Let me go! I will pay you whatever you want! I have money, and if I do not have enough, I can get more! Just please let me go!"

 

He laughs at her again for the second time that night. "Sweetheart, it is not your money I want. It is that lovely body and that tight little pussy of yours. There is not enough money in the world for me to let you go right now."

 

With that, he heaves her off the table and drags her to the middle of the room. She is so weak from being drugged that she cannot even struggle. He ties one hand and then the other to a wooden beam so that her hands are now up above her head. He then blindfolds her, and a few seconds later she feels the sting of the riding crop across her ass. She cries out but then bites her tongue. She will not let him know how much he is hurting her! She feels the sharp sting a second time and then another. He stops every so often to gently massage the red welts. It is almost as if he is sorry for what he is doing, but then he begins again. 

 

He whips her until she can no longer stand. Her legs are limp under her. He lowers the rope so that now her hands are still above her head, but she is on her knees. He places another gag in her mouth, but this one is different. It has a circle shape in the middle so she cannot close her mouth all the way. "This is so you cannot bite me," he says as he removes the blindfold.

 

The first thing she notices after her eyes adjust to the bright light again is the fact that he is now completely naked. And he is not a small man. She turns her head away from his nakedness, and that is when something else catches her eye—something hanging over a chair. It looks vaguely familiar. And then she realizes what it is: a long black coat. Now she knows who her captor is!

 

"I see you have finally figured it out," he says as he stands directly in front of her. "I have seen you watching me. I could see the interest in your eyes."

 

She shakes her head "no," but he only laughs at her. Her eyes are pleading with him again, but this only serves to make him harder. He grabs her by the hair and shoves his hard cock in her mouth. Slowly at first, he touches the back of her throat, causing her to gag. He pulls partway out and pulls her head back so she has to look at him while he pumps in and out, fucking her mouth. 

 

She tries to close her eyes, but he only yanks her hair harder, bringing tears to her eyes. He starts to cum in her mouth but pulls out and squirts cum on her face and her tits. "You have such perfect, round tits," he says and reaches down to fondle them before moving away to clean himself up.

 

When he comes back, he unties her and moves her to a long wooden bench, where he bends her over and ties her hands to the legs at each end. He then spreads her legs apart and ties them at the ankles to the other legs of the bench. Now she is bent over with her ass up in the air and her face lying on the table. Her breasts are hanging just off the table, making it easy for him to reach them. He rummages through a box and pulls out another remote-controlled device. This time it is an anal plug. He reaches over and whispers in her ear, "Now we will see how you like it in the ass."

 

He puts a small amount of lube on the anal plug and inserts it in her hole. He turns the vibe on slow and then leans over so he can watch her facial expressions. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" he says, chuckling softly. He turns up the vibe, and she closes her eyes, trying to hold off the sensations that are building inside her. She lets out a little yelp as he reaches around and pinches one of her nipples. He reaches down and touches a finger to her pussy. She is dripping wet. And she is absolutely mortified. How could this be happening to her? How was it that what this man was doing to her was turning her on so much? 

 

No matter what she did, she could not make it stop—could not make the feeling go away. Her hips are starting to move on their own accord. He reaches around and fingers her clit, which is like a hard little pebble. He is behind her and hard once again. So with the plug still vibrating in her ass, he enters her pussy from behind. Not expecting this, she lets out a long, slow moan. Hearing her moan like this only makes him harder inside her. He turns the vibe up as high as it will go and starts fucking her hard and fast. Within minutes, she is having another mind-blowing orgasm, cumming all over the floor. It does not take him long either, shooting his cum far inside her.

 

She is so exhausted and sore; all she wants to do is sleep. He is aware of the fact that she can barely stay awake, so he unties her, picks her up, and carries her to a bed. He lays her down but still ties her to the bed so she cannot escape. She does not understand this man. He is doing these horrible things to her, and yet he is bringing her tremendous pleasure. And when he is finished using her, he gently cleans her up and cares for her. She drifts off to sleep as these thoughts flow through her mind.

 

She awakens again, this time to another gentle cleaning and massage. Only this time, he is gently massaging her pussy. He softly touches the outside, parting the lips. He lowers his head to taste the sweet nectar inside. His tongue licks circles around her clit. She can feel her traitorous body start to get all warm and tingly again. She starts to moan softly as her hips start to move with his mouth. He eats her until she cums again, licking the juices from her pussy and the insides of her thighs. He then moves up on his knees and lifts her hips up off the bed. He enters her hard and fast, liking the feel of her tight pussy lips around his cock. 

 

He moves slowly, pulling out so that only the tip is inside her, then pushing back in hard and fast. He does this several more times. Seeing she is on the brink of another orgasm, he starts to pump her hard and fast, in and out, until she screams out into the darkness with her last orgasm of the day. He follows closely behind her, pumping his cum inside her dripping pussy. He then unexpectedly reaches down and kisses her deeply. She is so surprised by this that she does not even think to turn away and kisses him back.

 

He cleans her up again and lets her sleep. But this time, he does not let her wake up. He places the ether-soaked cloth back on her nose and mouth so that she will sleep hard and long. He starts to redress her but as an afterthought decides to get out a few more of his tools. When he is finished with her, she has a small tattoo on the inside of her left breast. It is of a small red rose with an initial wrapped around the prickly stem. He finishes dressing her and then gently carries her back to her car, where he places her in the driver's seat. He kisses her forehead before he leaves and then feels the ankle bracelet in his pocket that he removed from her leg. He then disappears into the darkness.

 

Several hours later, she wakes up in her car. Her throat is killing her, and every muscle in her body aches. She feels horrible, and she just had the worst nightmare ever. How long has she been asleep in her car? She must be coming down with the flu because she can barely move and can hardly stay awake. She decides to go back to her apartment and rest instead of going out for dinner. She has a terrible time making it back to her apartment. Thank God the security light is working so at least she can see. She finally makes it upstairs and inside. She decides she needs to take a long hot bath. Maybe that will help ease some of her aches and pains. Even her nipples hurt! After running her bath water, she takes off her clothes and climbs in. The hot water feels so good on her cold skin. She slowly starts soaping her arms and legs, then moves to her neck and her breasts. 

 

That is when she notices it—the tiny tattoo of the rose on the inside of her left breast. It sits close to her heart. She looks up in disbelief. It was not a dream after all. He was real. All those things he did to her, all the things he made her feel—they were all real. And now, he was going to be etched in her mind and on her body forever and always. As she thought this, a single tear fell down her cheek.

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