[RapeFantasy] [Kidnapping]

When I woke up I wasn’t at my house. I’m a heavy sleeper, so I woke up in a panic, I had to have been kidnapped. It was dark, too dark, and my hands were bound. I was laying down, a bed, maybe? I tried to calm myself, listening to what was going on around me. It was quiet… too quiet, so I started trying to free my hands.

I heard sinister laughter in my vicinity, as if it were triggered by my movement, someone waiting there, watching me sleeping, waiting for signs of life… was I drugged? I had to have been. I’m a heavy sleeper, but there’s no way I would have slept through this.

I stopped moving at the sound of the laughter. My heart rate spiked, my breathing gave away the dread that I would have otherwise tried to hide. I’m not weak. I will not just cave in. I have to… footsteps, I hear footsteps.

I bite down on my tongue, the pain centers me. I focus on that instead of the infinite possible reasons that  I’m in this situation. I try to calm my breathing, clear my thoughts. I am not weak. I will get through this. I will find my way… a touch, I feel someone touching me… my stomach. Bare skin.

I’m suddenly so cold, am I naked? I don’t know. The touch startled me, and sent me in to a panic again. Why am I here? I don’t want to think about that, think about escape. How can I get myself out of this?

“Hello?” I ask, my voice quiet and shaky, not what I was going for. I am not a victim. I am not weak. My voice betrayed me. A whisper in my ear, a voice I don’t recognize, “Hello,” it says. A strong voice, a confident voice, a male voice… a sexy voice. Followed by soft laughter.

My body betrays me next… my mind tells me I should be trying to get out of here, but at the sound of that voice my body heated… my body WANTS to be here. I’m so confused. I bite my lip, a shiver pulses through me. I can still feel the breath of the person I can’t see, it’s hot on my neck. I must be blindfolded. Everything is still so dark…

Free, my hands are free… but I’m paralyzed. My lip still between my teeth, my teeth applying more pressure to it. “You’re stunning,” the voice says. But I hardly heard it over my own thoughts, my mind racing… trying to come up with a plan. But I don’t know what kind of plan I need to hatch. I’m conflicted on if I should be trying to escape, or if I should just allow this to happen… another touch… my wrists… he’s holding my wrists.

My arms are being guided over my head… both of my wrists are now held in one hand… I’m still paralyzed with… Fear? Maybe? No… I don’t know… Fear, probably. All I know for certain is I can’t move. I try to calm myself, my heartbeat is loud in my ears… I can’t think. I need to make a move, NOW, now is my chance to escape… but my body refuses.

Metal… I hear metal. My wrists are still encased in something soft, leather? My arms are spread over my head, one of them is free, MAKE A MOVE I’m shouting at myself… *click*

Shit, shackles. *click* my arms no longer free. I missed my chance. Fuck, I missed my chance. My mind finally wins now, and I try to lash out… shit, no use. Too late. I try to kick, my feet are also shackled. Too late…

I am not weak. I will get through this. I am not a victim.

“Don’t move, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

That voice. Fuck, it’s sexy… NO… I need to get out… I thrash… I try to pull my arms and legs free… no use… too late…

“Don’t cry.” A tongue on my face… licking tears I didn’t know were there. “You’re going to enjoy this. I promise.” I feel the words more than I hear them. I give up. I lay there, spread open. Thankful for my blindness. Ashamed. Suddenly shy, scared… terrified.

The touch… his hand under my chin. “You want this, this is for you.” And I believe it. I’m so easily convinced. My body melts into the bed I’m laying on… I’m putty to that touch.

A kiss… catches me off guard, it’s sweet, gentle… reassuring. I can’t help the small sound of defeat that escapes me. Too late to escape. I am a victim. But I no longer care.

He’s calm, I feel his smile on my mouth, he knows he’s won. I am weak. I am a victim. But right now, I want to be.

His hand moves from my chin to my neck. Sensual, light… I swallow, hard… fear again? No… it’s want and need now… it’s pleasure now.

His face is still hovering above mine. I feel his breath, getting heavier. His hand is laying open on my base of my neck. He kisses me again. I arch my back involuntarily, his hand presses into me. He breaks the kiss and whispers again, “this is for you.” As if he’s trying to convince himself that he’s doing me a service, convince himself that this isn’t him being selfish…

It could be him being selfish, I don’t care anymore, I want it too. My body betrayed me. I am a victim. And I want to be.

The bed shifts, I feel him on either side of me now… he’s straddling me. I arch more… he laughs… barely, it’s more just a heavy breath than a laugh, but it’s a beautiful sound.

He licks the remnants of my tears again, kisses my nose, it’s a sweet gesture. All of my fear is gone.

His lips cover mine. Less gentle this time. It’s intense. Deep. Wanting. I return the kiss. He breaks it. I’m left wanting, no… needing, more… his body shifts… his lips now at my throat. Licking my bare skin, trailing kisses down my neck, on to my collar bones… a moan escapes me, I hear his breathy laugh again… his tongue exploring me… his body shifts again, his mouth finds my breast. I gasp… he laughs, I arch my body even higher… trying to reach his face with my chest.

I want more. I want that tongue on my nipple, his teeth nibbling at it… he knows it too, but instead his hand covers my tits as he lowers his lower body to touch mine… yep, I’m definitely entirely naked, and so is he.

I feel the length of his rock hard cock on my thigh, pressing into me. His breathing turned ragged, matching my own. I am his victim, he the hunter, I the prey… the trophy. He won. Now he wants to claim his prize. And I’ve entirely given in to him. He settles there for a moment, his hands grabbing my chest, his dick pressing into my leg… and then his mouth is covering mine again.

Animalistic… that’s how I’d describe the assault on my mouth. His grip tight on my breasts, his lower body applying heavy pressure to mine, his tongue dancing circles around mine. I would have been content to continue on like that for hours… but he had other plans.

Quickly, so quickly… his mouth left mine… his entire body left mine… and I was left cold. Needing his warmth. Footsteps… where is he going? A door… shit, he’s leaving… the tension in my body leaves… I lay limp and shackled on that bed in my prison. Fuck… I’m hungry for more. Why do I want him? Why do I want more?

His tongue… holy shit, out of nowhere his tongue found a new target. I gasp, and moan, so loud. I’m so loud… his tongue is assaulting my clit, and I can’t contain myself. My hands find my chains, I hold them in fists so tight it hurts. My toes curl, my back lifts off the bed again… I can’t catch my breath. He doesn’t let up.

He lifts his head and his fingers take over the assault. I can feel him staring at me. “Cum, cum for me. Do it now.”

Fuck, that voice… “NOW.” He demands… and I do. I let go. My orgasm ripping through me like wildfire. His face again buried in my pussy to catch his handiwork. I go limp, I can feel his smile.

“Good.” He mumbles. Whether he’s proud of me or proud of himself, I’m not entirely sure…

He slides his body up over mine… kissing his way up, stopping to nibble each nipple on the way.

He makes his way up to my ear, his body covering mine like a blanket, heating me with the contact. He whispers “You’re delicious. Taste.”

He plunges his tongue into my mouth. I suck my own pleasure off of it and he pulls away. He lifts the blindfold off of my face, and I am now face to face with my captor. I couldn’t be more pleased with who I saw. The dark, pleasure ridden look on his face was enough to send me to the brink of another release.

He thrusted… before I could even take in all of my surroundings, he buried himself inside me. My eyes widened, his sinister smile grew, his breathy laugh escaped… and he lowered his lips to cover my mouth that was wide with shock.

Intense kisses, tongues entwined, moans escaping from both of us… his powerful thrusting moving himself in and out of me… I just want to touch him, but I can’t. *click* it’s like he read my mind *click* my leather cuffed wrists are free… except I no longer want to escape.

I am weak, I am a victim, and I don’t care.

My hands find his face, and I pull him closer, deepening the kisses. Allowing more access for our tongues to invade each others mouths. His thrusting never slowing. 

I arch into him further, my hands finding his back… pulling him as close to me as possible… I throw my head back, breaking the kiss but giving him full access to my neck. He kisses it softly, then wraps a hand around it… squeezing… minimizing my air supply.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my breath obstructed, but the intensity of the feeling of his cock pushing into me is heightened. I’m writhing beneath him. His breathing turned beast-like. Moving with such purpose. So strong. And I come apart again.

My hands trying to grip his flesh, but his muscle preventing it. I’m at the height of my orgasm when he lets himself release inside of me. His grip on my neck tightening with his pleasure, prolonging my own. He thrusts a few more times, slower, but more powerful than before. And he collapses on top of me.

Our breathing stayed inconsistent for quite some time after, I ran my fingers over his head calmly, his face resting on my chest, his fingers doing lazy circles around the nipple of the breast that he wasn’t using as a pillow. And we fell asleep there, his cock still inside me. Relaxed and satisfied.

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