“Almost ready?” Her phone pinged as she clipped together her bra and pulled up the lingerie panties she bought for the occasion.
He was a pretty hot guy, found him on a dating app and things had went well. Before she knew it he was picking her up for a date at a spot he knew. He said it was a surprise, an Italian place.
He pulled onto the curb of her apartment complex in an oversized truck and even got out of the car to open the door for her. He was better than she imagined- his vascular forearms peering out of the dress shirt he had on, chest filling up the center.. she imagined how they would feel against her breast- she shook herself and returned the shining white smile he was pointing at her, looking directly into his, quite frankly, gorgeous emerald green eyes.
There wasn’t much talk as they pulled onto the street and onto the freeway, just a court “you look nice” “you as well”. She had hoped for a bit more- she had put herself out today: a one piece minidress, revealing almost the entirety of the left side of her left thigh, zipped across her 32C breasts, paired with mid-thigh stiletto boots. She felt herself as she thought about it, as unnoticeable as possible.
But he seemed to notice. He looked down at her as he drove with one hand, his forearms still visible. He smiled and took his time staring down at her, his gaze searing every part of her body. It wasn’t a smile like the one she saw before. He rested his free hand, face up, on the center console, callouses visibly ripping across his palm.
And then the truck came to a stop. Headlights still beaming, she looked around, confused. She hadn’t been paying attention to where they were going. “Where are we?” Woods only surrounded them. She couldn’t see behind the car, and the road was only dirt. “What are you-“ and she was muffled as a dry, burly hand covered her mouth.
“Shhhh, shh. It’s alright. I thought we’d have some alone time to further get to know one another before we got dinner.” He smiled down at her again, that different, cruel smile. She couldn’t even move her jaw, his hand clamping it shut, and as she scratched at his forearm and leg across the console he didn’t react. He turned off the headlights, putting them in complete darkness. She let out a muffled scream in confusion as she felt him moving across her. The chair suddenly jerked all the way horizontal, and he was on top of her. At this point she was having a hard time breathing, gasping for air and frantically grasping at his arm to move, tapping it, slapping it, doing anything to get it off. She was getting dizzy, but then he took his hand off and lifted up her head, saying something she couldn’t make out.
Her hands and legs were immobile now. She felt a strong, unrelenting grip painfully digging her two slim forearms together and a knee digging into her crotch, the other pinning her legs to the carseat. “You fucking piece of shit, I’m gonna call the co-“ and he stuffed something fabric in her mouth. It tasted like wood and must, but that didn’t hold her focus for long. He wrapped something around her head a few times as she squirmed pointlessly, and then down her neck, around her breasts, leaving them tactically exposed, and torso and arms, whispering “shit” once to himself. That was the worst part. He was silent throughout all of this. Not a word. Not a reason. Just silence and alien movement.b
When he pulled it tight, she wanted to yell, shout, kick him. She squirmed, making what felt like thousands of needles of pain dig into her body even more. She felt cold steel wire dig into her body among the fiery sea of pain, what felt almost like relief. Fucking barbed wire? What a psycho- “Now we can get somewhere, can’t we?” She heard the fabric being torn and bra being ripped apart in one movement as her breasts fell out of it. She could feel those callouses tearing into the tender and soft skin, uncaring, and a wet mouth licking across every inch of her exposed skin. The brisk winter air blowed across her nipples and made them hard. And she couldn’t move. She couldn’t move at all. He kept pulling the bonding tighter, and tighter, and tighter. She could taste salt through the rag stuffed to the back of her throat, warm, thick wetness across her entire body. Her breasts were squeezed out even further from her body as she felt something hotter slide between them. He started to fuck her tits, hard, likely ignoring the wire, only focused on her perfect, paralyzed body. He did this for a while, pulling the wire constantly as he went, spitting on her bare chest to lubricate her and use her as much as he pleased.
Tears mixed with blood streamed down her cheeks as he forcefully wretched apart her thighs and felt her pussy through her panties. His hands scratched her legs as he reached and felt every square inch of them, which didn’t last long. He didn’t waste any time and thrust his cock into her as she lay on the seat, tied to it, unable to move her arms or body, and if she did, she tore them in agony. He fucked her hard, faster, nonstop for what felt like hours. Each earth shattering stroke was a new wave of pin as he pushed her into the wire. And she couldn’t lie to herself as she got more wet with every one, and wanted to yell and moan as she orgasmed from his massive dick filling her up and leaving her empty again and again.