Captive

Chapter Four

Searing pain rips through my face as the electrical tape over my eyes is removed, and bright daylight streams in from the windows and momentarily blinds me. I try to focus. Who’s doing this to me? Where am I? Able to see my surroundings clearly for the first time, I realise I’m in a massive empty warehouse. There’s some old broken-looking machines pushed back against the walls that look like giant sewing machines. The floor is bare, and all there is near me is a brown leather sofa. I can see the workboots of the man who’s been tormenting me, but nothing else. I can’t turn my head to see any more than just his feet and ankles.

“Are you letting me go?” I ask, hoping that this ordeal can be over soon.

His silence angers me. I decide to try and rile him up. “Are you too fucking timid to walk where I can see you? Do you have to kidnap and tie women up to get your end away? You’re pathetic.”

He shuffles his feet and for the first time he speaks. “I’m not doing this to get my end away. I haven’t tried to pleasure myself in any way. This is all about you.”

And with that, he’s gone, clomping away to the door at the far side of the room, which I can’t quite see. Why has he taken my blindfold off. What does he want me to see? Before he manages to get to the door I decide to plead with him one more time. “Come on, get back over here. Untie me. Let me down from here. I just want to go home. Come on! You fucking coward, get back over here and tell me what you want with me!”

I hear him stop but he doesn’t say anything this time. He’s obviously stood there thinking about whether letting me go would be a good idea.

Then I hear him turn around and start walking back towards me, purposefully, and I hope I haven’t pissed him off. “You’re not going home,” he growls into my ear, before walking back between my legs. I hear the familiar ziiiip sound, then without warning I feel his enormous cock push past my swollen pussy lips, and fill my pussy from top to bottom. Everything he’d done up until now had seemed very calm and controlled but this seems reckless. My tight pussy walls grab his shaft, contracting against it.

He reaches underneath me and grabs my breasts, pulling just a little too hard on my nipples. I wince with the pain but I secretly love it. I can feel the blood pulsating through his massive member. In and out he goes, he’s obviously been wanting to fuck me since he got me here, and now he is, showing me the man he really is. My body jerks with pleasure and I try to push my body backwards so I can take in more of his huge cock but it’s so difficult to move when I’m tied up like this.

“Let me down,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me but not like this.”

He pauses for a second, then slides his cock out of me. He waits for a second, then I hear him walk backwards a few steps, and suddenly I find myself being lowered to the ground. I’m now laid flat on my belly, on my face, and I hear a clink-clank as he undoes the chains attaching all the ropes to me. I’m no longer attached to the ceiling. This is a good step towards my liberation, but I know this isn’t over yet. I’ve only just managed to unleash the animal inside this man and I’m sure he plans to give me plenty more. And what’s worse, I want it. Best birthday present ever, if that’s what this is.

He grabs my side and lifts me up, dropping me down again face-and-tits first onto the sofa. My knees are on the floor and he still has perfect access to my pussy. He slides back inside my engorged vagina, his balls slapping against my clit and the base of his penis grinding heavily against my G-spot. I’m going to come. I know it and he knows it. I scream in orgasm, still feeling utterly helpless. I’m not hanging from the ceiling any more but I’m still totally restrained. My entire body pulses excitedly, my pussy grabbing and milking his shaft with everything it’s got. I groan and push back onto his now quickly pulsating cock.

“Do it!” I scream! “Cum in me!”

He shoves cock into me again and again, and I can hear his breathing quickening, a sign I’ve noticed that means a guy is about to shoot his load. His whole body goes rigid and his cock spasms in my core, sending a hot, thick jet of cum up inside me. He throbs and pulsates for a good twenty seconds, then as I feel him becoming less tense, a dribble of his cum runs down my leg.

I certainly wasn’t expecting any of this to be happening to me when I woke up this morning, but I sure am glad it has. This is exactly the kind of tension-reliever I need every once in a while, and this man clearly knows what he’s doing when it comes to making girls orgasm. But I want to be free.