**TW** In the trunk of the car, part II

[Dom4U406]

**Trigger Warning** - Reason:  Captivity

 

He looks her in the eye for a moment. There is something familiar about his eyes, but she cannot place them. Was he the checkout clerk at Albertsons? The cable guy? Mail man? Why doesn't he speak? Call her names like slut or whore or bitch? It's unnerving and terrifying. She shivers.

In one quick move, he bends over, putting his shoulder into her belly and stands, carrying her over his shoulder. She grunts, the air ***d out of her for a moment. As he walks toward the porch light, she can feel his breath on one ass cheek, and his hand on the other, fingers digging into her ass hole and pussy. They walk up the stairs, through the door, and into the dimly lit living room of the cabin. She sees beer bottles and pizza boxes on the end table.

He takes her into the bedroom and throws her on the bed. No longer hog tied she begins to thrash, trying to break free, to move, do anything. The man just laughs. "Squirm bitch," he whispers so low she stops for a moment trying to hear. His eyes smile, familiar, unnerving. He then goes to to a trunk in the corner of the room, lifts the lid and brings out a metal rod and a flogger and throws them on the bed next to her legs.

She is frozen in terror now, shivering, pussy moist. He crawls on to her, knee on either side of her tits, and bends over so his masked face is inches from her gagged mouth. Hi weight makes it hard to breath. She can smell garlic and beer on his breath, see his blue eyes.

"Listen," he whispers, "this only goes one way. My way. Cooperate and you will be rewarded. Don't cooperate and you will be punished. Although, punishment can be it own reward, as you will find out. Say yes and nod your head."

She lays in silence. "Fine," he whispers, and slaps her in the face hard. Tears well up in her eyes. He slaps her other cheek. She sobs. "Say yes, I understand," he whispers."

"Um hm um hm," she says and nods frantically.

"Good girl," he whispers. "Now about these pants..."

In one move, he rolls off her, grabs the waistband of her leggins and panties and tugs them both down to her duct-taped ankles, exposing her freshly waxed pussy and hairless thighs.

"Oh," he whispers. "Freshly waxed. That's good. There's one problem though."

She stares at him. What could it be? This whole situation is a problem.

"You will never leave," he whispers. "I'm going to break you. You'll be the perfect slave. I'll own you. You will call me master."

Tied, gagged, ***, naked from the waist down, held captive in a remote unknown location, she doesn't know what to do. She cries.

"Oh, my sweet slave," he whispers tenderly. He strokes her hair and wipes her tears. "Let it out. Your new reality will take massive adjustments. I am here for you."

She had always had fantasies about being ***ed, but being owned, she was conflicted. She had a life, two kids in college, a husband, a position on the PTA. She knew she was a MILF. But a slave forever was scary. She was very scared about this man's plans.

He stands up suddenly and grabs the metal bar. There are leather straps on each end of the bar. He straps one of these leather straps around her knee, then quickly, before she can react, ***s her knees apart and straps the other knee, the spreader bar forcing her leg open, exposing her pussy. She screams through the gag.

He grabs the flogger and begins flogging her exposed thighs and pussy. She screams and cries. He keeps flogging. She thrashes. But he just flogs her ass and hamstrings. There is nothing she can do to escape. Flogging over and over and over. She sobs, tears. Time loses all meaning. All she can do to alleviate the *** is roll, exposing a new part for him to flog. The *** builds into a new feeling she can't explain.

"Call me Master," he whispers in her ear. "And I will stop."

His voice barely registers over the ***. He flips her over and holds her shoulders down, and begins flogging her pussy.

"Call me Master," he whispers again. "And I will stop."

This time it registers.

"Mssr! Mssr!"she yells through the gag.

"Good girl," he whispers. The flogging stops.

Her wrists and elbows duct taped. Ball gag in her mouth. Her ankles duct taped, leggings around her pussy, and a spreader bar between her knees, exposing her pussy. Lying on her back on a bed in a cabin in the woods.

The man goes back to the chest in the corner and pull out a couple cuffs. He attaches them to hooks in the ceiling. She hadn't noticed the hooks in the ceiling, but they were ominous.

He turns back to the chest and pulls out a big fat collar. Turning to her on the bed, her lifts her head and fastens the collar around her neck. The collar is so tight she can hardly breath. "Good," he whispers, "you are becoming a proper slave." He strokes her pussy. She tries to squirm away, but it is impossible with the spreader bar between her knees.

He turns to the chest again and pulls out a Hitachi wand, wraps it in a condom, and approaches the bed. "Lets see how many orgasms you can have, slut. I know it's been a long time."

Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, she screams and pleads through her gag to stop. But the man keeps the wand on her pussy and clit. She looses her mind, an out of body experience, all thought of her situation lost, all that matters is the next orgasm. She is dripping in sweat, ***, no where to run.

"Beg me," the man whispers."Say 'master make it stop.'"

"mssr. mssr. mmk ii toff," she pleads through the gag. "mssr. mssr. mmk ii toff"

"Good girl," he whispers, and switch off the Hitachi. " I need a cigarette." He throws the wand next ton the bed and leaves the room.

[ju****]

Next please xo

[wa****]

Next

[Angel_Seven]

So fucking hottttt

[ji****]

I volunteer

[ShyTeddy]

Oh wow

[ShyTeddy]

Part 3