Sam Takes Sarah [MF][nc][bd][rough, violent] Part 1 of 3

It was *so* easy. The hard part was timing the move but after that it was a cinch.

Sam sat in the passenger seat of the minivan and waited. He saw a good one and yes, she was coming his way! *Careful now*, he reminded himself, *timing is everything. Wait … wait … now!*

Sam opened the door slowly and struggled a bit to get out of the van. When he reached the back he put a hand on the hatch to steady himself and then looked up, as if searching for someone off in the distance. *Yep, the coast is clear* he thought as he smiled brightly and waved to his imaginary friend. He opened the hatch and ducked in to arrange his packages. *Wait … wait … now!*

As a package slipped out of the back the old fellow was a little slow to react. Naturally the target was distracted and started to reach down to help the old man. That made it even easier because her momentum helped Sam shove her in the back as he injected her. The ketamine acted fast. She cried out softly but didn’t scream. Sam doubted she even noticed the rear seat had been removed and was sure she didn’t see him toss the white haired wig in with her.

***

**Hi Sarah, I’m Sam**

Sam was trying to focus on his closing report on Hannah, but he kept daydreaming about the new one. Sarah looked good from a distance, but it wasn’t until he shoved her into the van that he realized she had an ass to kill for. That flare from a pinched waist that went on just a bit longer than usual gave her a bit of a pear shape.

Sam liked pears!

He was double checking the numbers on his invoice when the infrared sensors detected movement. His cock hopped to attention. He watched the monitor for a few minutes to see how active she was and where he would find her. Sometimes they fell out of the narrow bed and crawled around. The chain was long enough for them to reach the composting toilet in the corner. Best to take a minute to locate her and to plan his assault. Sam was a cautious man.

When Sarah woke up, the first thing she noticed was the pounding headache. It felt as though her head was going to explode. “Fuck..” she groaned, slowly sitting up only to notice that she couldn’t see. Everything was black. Then she started to remember the old man. Had he hit her? For a second she feared that she had gone blind from the impact. She moved to try to get up, and felt the chain around her neck. She saw a thin slit of dim light down low. Ah, light under a door. She’s in the dark. Then she realized she was also naked.

“What the hell is going on here,” she breathed, tugging at the chain to try to free herself. It was impossible.

Sam saw her sitting up tugging on her chain and looking around. Time to jump on her while she’s groggy and disoriented. He got in position. The lock, the light and the latch. Very quick. Very smooth. He was in before she knew what happened, the bright light blinding her. His left hand grabbed a fist full of hair and he squeezed his fingers together until she cried out in pain. Then he yanked her head back. His right hand slapped her boobs and then his fingers wrapped around her neck.

“Hi Sarah, I’m Sam. Welcome! I have a wonderful vacation planned for you so just relax and enjoy. Be a good girl and do as you are told and I’ll show you a good time. Disobey and you won’t have any fun at all.”

Sam yanked on her hair again and twisted her head so she could see his face. Then he started squeezing her throat just hard enough for her to understand that he could cut off her breathing anytime he cared to.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl, Sarah?”

“I…” Sarah started to talk quietly before she seemed to change her mind, her eyes narrowing with anger. “Fuck you! No,” she hissed and shoved him away from her. “Let me go, right now! This isn’t funny!”

Sam threw his head back and laughed. He knew he seemed to be open to attack so he added to the appearance by releasing his grip on her throat. He still had her hair and he was sure she had no idea what he could do to her with only that hold. Women very seldom interacted with very strong men and when they did the men were usually careful to handle them gently.

“Well, that’s an offer I’m happy to accept! Fuck me? Well, if you insist my dear, help yourself.” Sam chuckled.

The man seemed utterly insane. Then she realized he probably was considering he just kidnapped her off the street. She was afraid, but that only made her want to fight more.

“That’s not what I meant,” she hissed. She was sure he knew that and was just trying to confuse her and infuriate her. But as long as he kept his hand tightly in her hair, she couldn’t run. “Go fuck yourself.”

Sam laughed again. “We’ll need to do something about that fresh mouth of yours but that can wait until after I’ve given you the fucking you want so bad. Don’t worry. I’ll remind you what you said to earn getting your mouth washed out with soapy cock.”

“Fuck.” It was all she had to say as her eyes widened at his soapy cock threat and she slowly started to understand her situation situation, what he might have planned for her.

Sam just kept laughing. He knew it would enrage the girl and if she got angry enough she would lose what little control she had and he could take advantage of that. More laughing, this time with his eyes closed. He relaxed his grip on her hair, careful not to pull it and draw attention to his loosening grip. He laughed again and waited as his free hand slid up her side in search of her very attractive breast.

Sarah felt his loosening grip and she took the opportunity to elbow him in the side to get him off of her. The big man anticipated Sarah’s elbow and tensed his abdomen. It struck the wall of muscle with no effect, but it gave him the excuse he needed. Before he could make an issue of the elbow she gave him another verbal opening.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she screamed.

“Don’t fucking touch you? Why the fuck not? You belong to me now so I can do whatever I fucking want to you. I can touch you any way I want, fucking or otherwise. I can fuck you, beat you, or pet you and caress you. What I do depends on your behavior. If you hit me, I hit you.”

The move was sudden. The hand still in her hair clenched into a fist and pulled her head straight up. Her face dropped and her chin bottomed out on her chest. His right hand abandoned her breast and slid off her torso. He yanked her head back and down to pull her head over the edge of the bed until her hips were at the far edge, her legs flailing in the air. His right hand swung wide in a big arc and came down in an open handed slap right on her lower abdomen.

“Fuck you!” was all she managed to hiss out before she let out a yelp and groaned breathlessly when his hand impacted her stomach. She tried to curl up to protect herself but to no avail. His left hand abandoned her hair and wrapped around her knees as he shoved his crotch over her face. With her face covered by the double thick fabric over his crotch all the girl could do was make muffled sounds. He laughed as he used his right hand to slap her exposed ass, occasionally using his fingers to slap her pussy. The slapping stung more than hurt. She tried to bite back screams, but occasionally her body betrayed her and a gasp turned into a loud yelp when his fingers hit her pussy. Her feet kicked the air and she tried to squirm free from his grip, her hands coming up to push at his hips, trying to free herself. “Stop!” She screamed, but the sound was muffled against his crotch.

“See? Everytime you hit me once I hit you lots. If you like to have your pussy spanked just keep throwing elbows and punches at me.” Sam laughed as he kept slapping Sarah’s pussy lightly. Then he taunted her. “What do you have to say? No fuck this or fuck that bullshit? Aw, c’mon little miss mouth off, let me hear you.”

“What’s that? I can’t quite understand you. Was that ‘stop’? Do you want me to stop spanking your ass and pussy? Is that it?” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, it is getting a little boring. Time for more intense foreplay. Ok, just give me a sec. Quit wiggling so much. I know you are excited, but be patient. You’ll get the fucking you want. You don’t want a dry fuck do you?”

Sarah felt a brief moment of relief when Sam stopped slapping her cunt and ass. She was already getting sensitive to touch. However his words made her nervous and she tried to see what the man was doing, turning her head enough to plead with him.

“I don’t want you to fuck me at all, I just want you to let me go. I won’t tell anybody. Honest. Just let me go and I’ll forget about everything.”

In answer, Sam reached under the thin mattress and found a tube of lubricant. He squeezed a thick band over Sarah’s slit. She felt the cold slither of the lube sliding over her pussy and she started to squirm. “No! Stop!” She banged her fists against his hips as hard as she could. She let out a scream when the nozzle of the tube pushed up into her ass. The thought of his cock in her ass made her feel sick.

“So, pussy first? That way you can anticipate getting it up the ass. Ever had it up the ass? Come on, don’t be shy. The more you tell me about your experience level the better time I can give you.”

“Fuck! No, don’t.. Don’t!” She started fighting harder. She didn’t want to answer his question, barely heard it over her own panic. She had never let anybody fuck her in the ass, never wanted to try it. The girl struggled but the combination of his crotch in her face, shoving her head against the side of the mattress and the grip he had on her upraised legs held her back down securely against the mattress. She was trying to push him away with her hands, but wasn’t strong enough to break his grip. The few good hits she managed to land hurt him, but not enough to cause him to back off.

Sam had run his middle finger up and down Sarah’s slit, working it a little deeper with each pass until he found her vagina and slipped his finger in. He stopped at the second knuckle and began stroking in and out of her.

“Oh, now *that* is a very nice cunt. My, so nice and tight! I can’t wait to stick my dick up *that* hole. Bet your ass is even tighter. I’ll leave that hole for when I get tired of your cunt.”

Sarah kept fighting, but as she felt his finger work it’s way into her she gasped, shifting as much as her position allowed trying to get away. When he started pumping his finger in and out of her, she turned her head enough to sink her teeth into his thigh, trying to both hurt him and muffle a moan.

“Ow! You little bitch. Biters are a big pain and they get pretty rough treatment. You are going to pay for that, big time, cunt!”

Sarah bit Sam through the heavy fabric of his fatigues and so it was more of a pinch than a bite. He was sure she hadn’t drawn blood and doubted she even broke the skin. But a cunt who bites is never any fun. Her mouth is pretty much useless. Sam took decisive action. He pulled his finger out of her vagina, dropped her legs and rammed the vee between the thumb and fingers of his left hand between her chin and her collar. He pushed down hard until he heard her making choking noises and backed off just a fraction.

Sarah knew biting was a bad move but she’d always had a temper that didn’t let her sit back and just roll with the punches. When he started choking her, she realized just how bad a move the biting was. Her vision started going blurry as she went lightheaded but she was brought back to reality when Sam balled his right fist and brought it crashing down on the little round pad on her lower abdomen. He raised his fist again and flattened his hand. It came down quickly, the heel of his hand catching her upper abdomen just below her rib cage, the fingers extended down toward her feet. He had hit her solar plexus and that took all the fight out of her. Sam released his grip on her neck and she tumbled off the narrow bed, her feet hitting the floor first, the rest of her slumping down after them. Sam knelt above her, removed the collar and hauled her up and over his shoulder. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn’t. She hung limply off his shoulder and she only managed to ball her fist to helplessly hit at his back. “P-put me down,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She realized this was bad. Really bad. Then he started through the door and across a wide hall.

Sam was really pissed. That was bad news for Sarah.

“Ah!” She tried to see where he was taking her. Perhaps, if she got the chance, she could escape when he wasn’t paying attention. “What …” she murmurs, as she looks around to see a room that looked like something out of her worst nightmares. It was a large room nearly filled with narrow cots and small tables or platforms. There were slings, perhaps they were swings, hanging from hooks in the ceiling and all sorts of chains and ropes hanging from hooks in the walls. Sarah had never seen anything like it in person, but she had in photos and videos. It was a dungeon.

Sarah’s spirits sank when she saw the restraints. This madman had already shown he was strong enough to move her about at will. She might never get out of this prison. But as she looked around she noticed some of the devices seemed complicated. Maybe the fiend would get distracted, or need to find parts. Maybe she could escape. She resolved to hold her temper and keep her wits about her.

Sam deposited Sarah on a low platform about 3 ft (1 m) square. It was made of metal pieces welded together into a grid with small square openings in it. Her head was hanging off the back edge and Sam did the same trick of choking her with his left hand while he slapped her lightly all over her hips and torso with his right. He leaned over and looked down at her, his face inches from hers.

“Listen cunt! I’m tired of your lip, I’m tired of your hitting and kicking. I’m really pissed that you bit me because now I need to take precautions. I *hate* biters! Time for you to do as I tell you or I’m going to have to hurt you. No more of the love pats I’ve been giving you.”

The metal felt cold against Sarah’s body and she wanted to get off but Sam’s choke hold had her under control. As he spoke, she pretended to struggle but she was listening. Love taps? Ha. She wouldn’t call anything he’d done thus far love taps. That made her uncertain of just how far he would go to get his way.

Sam released her head just as she was about to black out from being choked. She didn’t have time to think to roll off the platform. He reached under the platform and it started to rise up out of the floor. A collar and cuffs appeared out of nowhere and in just a few minutes Sarah was tied down securely. “What is this,” she demanded, her voice quivering. As she tried to raise her head he slapped her hard on the forehead, snapping her head back.

Sam made adjustments until he had her just where he wanted her. A loop around her neck held her head in place, hanging off the edge of the platform, unsupported. Her feet and wrists were tied down at the corners. A loop at the end of a rope ran around each of her bent knees. It was held in place by the free end passing under her knee, through the loop and tied to the side of the platform. When the ropes are pulled taut and tied off on the platform, her knees are splayed out and she is spread wide open.

Sam walked to a cabinet on the wall at the far end of the room and returned with a small sack. He pulled out a ring gag and waved it in front of Sarah’s nose. Her heart sank at the sight of the ring gag and she vowed there was no way in hell she would let him put it in her mouth.

“You open real wide when I tell you to and I’ll slip this bite preventer on you. See these tabs block your teeth and the hole in the ring lets me put things in your mouth without fear of being bitten.” He reached in the bag and pulled out a tapered plug. He raised it up toward the ceiling slowly. “If you don’t open your mouth and accept the gag we use this persuader. See it goes in your ass like this, but it comes out like this.” He turned the plug upside down and three rows of barbs fell free making the device look like a pine cone. “Now be a good girl and open wide.”

When Sam introduced Sarah to the persuader her eyes widened in fear. “That …” she started but her voice caught in her throat. It looked like something straight out of a medieval torture dungeon. She hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth in defeat. Whatever he does to her mouth can’t be as painful as that thing in her ass, she reasoned as tears started filling her eyes.

“Very smart Sarah! You want to avoid the persuader at all costs. I improved the design a bit but the basic idea is centuries old.” Sarah wanted to spit at him, to kick him or do anything to show him that she was not very happy with her decision, though, if she were honest, she wouldn’t have been happy with the other option at all. Sam put the barbed plug on a shelf out of sight as soon as Sarah admitted defeat and opened her mouth. He slipped the ring gag into place without too much trouble and then petted her hair as he stood to the side and looked down at her with a serene smile on his face. She tried to pull away when he petted her, her eyes full of defiance despite the tears pooling up.

“Are you starting to understand how this works? I am in total control. You must do as I tell you. You don’t have to think or talk, all you have to do is obey me. Women today have forgotten the natural order of things is for men to command and women to obey. You are here to learn that lesson.”

It wasn’t long before her jaw started getting sore from being pried open and she tried to adjust and rest as much as she could. She heard Sam rattling on and she shivered unpleasantly. She wasn’t surprised by his views on women by any means. She just wished she would wake up and find this was all a nightmare, although she has the bruises to prove it was very much real. She wanted to argue with Sam but couldn’t because of the gag in her mouth.

Sam started sliding his right hand from Sarah’s right knee down toward her crotch. He reversed direction before he got halfway and then started back down when he reached her knee. When she felt his hand on her leg she instinctively tried to close her legs, but that was Impossible because of the restraints. She tried telling him to back off, but it only resulted in some unintelligible nonsense. Sam went further and further still the next time. Finally he ran out of thigh so he trailed his middle finger up and down her slit.

“I told you good girls get pleasure and you were very good to accept the gag so readily. So good you are going to orgasm. Come on, close your eyes and enjoy. I’m going to finger you until you orgasm and all the stress washes away. Come on. Spread for me. Be a good girl and orgasm for me.”

She gasped when his finger entered her again and she shook her head. “‘O! Mhhm,” was all she could get out. To her horror, she started to feel her body respond to him and soon she was wet. She wanted to blame it on the lube, but deep down she knew that it was her. The tears she’s been holding back started to flow freely, as she struggled to keep from coming, which only made her arousal build and the orgasm seem imminent. She fought it off with the humiliating thought that this monster will have caused her release. Sarah sobbed helplessly as she moaned and squirmed as much as the bonds allowed. With a sigh she admitted defeat and relaxed. Her body has betrayed her. Her release was inevitable.

When Sam saw her relax and he thought she was on the verge of the road to ecstasy he pulled back. Sarah looked up at him with questioning eyes wide open.

“Oh, silly girl! You didn’t think you would cum before I do, did you?”

Sam left the room quickly. He pulled the door shut behind him. Then everything went dark.

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