Kidnapped by Porntexter

It was nine thirty. He had parked in s spot shadowed from the parking lot lights by a poorly trimmed tree. He mentally went over his preparations. Chloroform soaked cloth in a zip lock bag on the seat beside him. He verified that by touch. In the trunk were two rolls of duct tape and a ball gag. The trunk was closed but not latched. His door stood open and the bulb for the courtesy light had been removed. His keys were in his pocket. He had surgical gloves on. He was ready.The girl frequently worked late and was often the last to leave this block of offices. The only other car in the lot besides his and hers had pulled out ten minutes ago. There was movement at the door of the office block.

She fumbled briefly finding the key to lock the door behind her then dropped the key ring in her big purse. She was short, maybe a fraction of an inch over five feet tall. She had honey blond hair, worn straight down her back about half way to her tight round ass. He had tracked her to three different coffee shops where she would spend her lunch breaks. On one such daytime encounter he also knew she had improbable blue eyes, a small nose and full lips. He had made a point of wearing dark glasses and other than the serupticous examination, had made no move to attract attention to himself.

She walked quickly across the parking lot to her car. While she dug in her purse for keys he pulled the chloroform soaked cloth from its bag, slipped out of his car, and in four long steps clamped the cloth across her nose and mouth. She struggled for a few seconds an went limp in his grasp. He half carried, hald dragged her to the rear of his car, opened the trunk and tumbled her inside. While watching the lot and street, he quickly bound her hands together behind her and her feet together Another wrap of tape bound her hands and feet together. He left the cloth under her nose and gathered up her purse and a shoe that had fallen from her foot, tossed them in with her and closed the trunk.

Back in the car, he surveyed the area for a moment before starting and driving slowly across the lot with his lights out. Well away from her car he pulled on the headlights and cruised by her car, looking for anything that might have been dropped. The area looked clear. He pulled out of the lot and cruised, carefully at the speed limit, to the old isolated farm house about five miles out of town.

He’d found the farm house a month or so ago and located the owner, an elderly widow through public records. The old lady was delighted to rent it to him for four months at two hundred dollars per month. He gave her a false name and address. And had prepared the place with food, water, and other items, all brought in late at night. He was careful to always park in the rickety old barn and spent some time doing yard maintenence durring the day.

He turned off the lights as he pulled off the main road and sat for several minutes to let his eyes adjust. He drove slowly to the barn, jumped out and opened the barn door then pulled in and shut the car off. He closed the barn door and waited for several minutes, peeking through gaps in the siding planks. Assured that he hadn’t been followed, he removed the unconcious girl from the trunk and carried her into the house.

He dropped her onto a bed with a heavy wood frame and a thin mattress. He still had a few minutes before she would regain consciousness. He cut the tape and bound her ankles and wrists in heavy leather bands that he fastened to each bedpost with a length strong rope. He replaced the ball gag with a tubular device designed for forced oral sex. Emotionally exhausted he went to his bed in another room and was soon sleeping soundly.

She woke in the dark, head pounding. This was one heck of a hangover. But she hadn’t been drinking. She clearly remembered leaving the office, locking the building door and walking to her car. Then a brief struggle and a strong chemical smell. She was on her back, but when she tried to roll over her arms and legs were restrained. She pulled against whatever held her without results. There was a slightly musty smell in her nose. When she relaxed she wasn’t uncomfortable, but any slight movement came up against the restraints. She twisted her head around, trying to get an idea of where she was to no avail, the darkness was complete. Strain as she might, her best efforts only produced a faint creaking. Something was in her mouth, hard and smooth Eventually she slept.

Awake in the morning, he pulled on a black sweatsuit and covered his head with a black hood and mask. He stepped into the room and turned on a dim light to look over his prize. She must have struggled a bit. Her skirt was up around her mid thigh and the matching jacket was twisted around slightly. He inspected the ropes and leather cuffs that bound her then sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled on thin cloth gloves, also black, and gently stoked her face. Her eyes flew open and after a moment focused on him. He saw confussion and fear in those blue eyes. She tried to talk, but could only get some soft grunts past the gag.

“You are tied and gagged.” he said softly.

She was terrified. This black clad man had her completely helpless. She couldn’t talk. She could barely make any sound at all. Who was the man? Why was she here, bound helplessly to a bed? She watched as best she could as his black gloved hands straightened her skirt and jacket. He stood and left the room only to return in a moment with something silvery in his hand. An oddly bent pair of scissors, bandage shears, she recalled the name for them. He began at the cuff of her jacket cutting the material in a more or less straight line to her shoulder then across through the lapel. He walked around to the other side and repeated the cut there. He pulled the remains of the jacket from under her body and tossed it to the floor. He cut her blouse in a similar manner and it joined her ruined jacket.

She jerked and struggled to no avail as he went on to cut and remove her skirt leaving her in just her bra, panties and pantyhose. He cut away her pantyhose, struggling slightly around the ankle restraints. She shivered though the room wasn’t cold. He covered her with a sheet and left, carrying her ruined clothes. Moments later he was back with a small paper cup of water.

“I have water.” he said softly.

She was thirsty. Until this moment she hadn’t realized how thirsty. She nodded vigorously. He opened the gag allowing her fist full breath. He dribbled water through the hole, no more than one small swallow and replaced the cap or plug. He turned off the light and left her in darkness. Hours later, it seemed, he returned.

He had cut away her outer clothing without much of a problem. She wore a matching peach colored bra and pantie set. She had eagerly taken the small swallow of water. An hour later he turned the light back on. He fed her a few small spoonfuls of the vanilla pudding and small amounts of water before replacing the cap on the gag. He left again, turning off the light, for another carefully timed hour.

She woke with a start when he came back after feeding her that bland pudding. She was almost glad he was back. She changed her mind when he climbed onto the bed, straddling her torso with his knees in her armpits. He fumbled for a moment and exposed his hard cock. Fear filled her mind, she shook her head from side to side denying what she was sure was coming. He painfully grabbed a handful of her hair, holding her head still, the after removing the cap on the gag, drove his cock into her throat. He pumped brutally into her throat as she tried to breath. She could feel blackness closing in as he spasmed, grunting and pulled out of her. She choked a few times and gasped for air before her recapped the gag. He watched as she wretched a few times. He left, turning out the light and leaving her in darkness again.

Fucking her throat felt pretty good. He had worried briefly that she might be sick and choke to death if she threw up. That would end his fun too soon. He left to clean himself.

She worked to get the taste of his cum out of her mouth. Most had been forced down her throat, but the last spurt seemed to fill her mouth and coat her tongue. Was this her fate, to be a sex doll for the man in black? It might not be so bad if she at least got some pleasure, but her pleasure seemed to the farthest thought from his mind. Some time later the light came on as he returned. She shrank from his as much as her bonds allowed. He pulled down the sheet and quickly snipped away her bra and panties. He placed a plastic backed absorbent pad under her hips. He fondled her breast roughly and pinched her nipples painfully before covering her and walking away, leaving her again in darkness.

She had nice tits he thought as he had removed her bra and panties. He enjoyed the way she had jumped and tried to scream when he squeezed them and pinched her nipples. He supposed the next thing to do was fuck her cunt. He would fuck her ass too, when other forms of fun paled.

She had no idea how long she had been here. There was no way to keep track of the time . She thought it must have been at least a day, maybe longer. She couldn’t recall ever having been so thirsty or hungry. He had to feed her sometime, she thought desprately. The dim light came on again as he walked in in stocking feet. Without a word he roughly fingered her sex. She squeezed her eyes closed and turned her head. She felt him climb onto the bed between her legs and heard him spit a few times. She felt pressure at the opening of her sex then he rammed his cock into her. She tried to scream and fought for breath through her nose. He fucked her hard and fast, pouring his seed into her after just a few moments. She was sore. Sex had never hurt like this. Something bulky and coldly moist was pushed against her crotch.