Chapter 0 - 1

Your consciousness slowly fades in as you wake up, your head feels heavy, you don't even remember going to bed last night. You open your eyes, but aren't met with your usually well lit bed room, no trickle of light through the curtains, no glow from the LEDs of your electronic devices, and you notice something is covering your face, cloth, perhaps your blanket? You attempt to reach for it and are immediately made aware of the burning in your wrists from the rough braided rope tied around them.

The same stinging on your skin is present on your ankles as you awkwardly thrash around, trying to loosen your bonds. You call out, "Is somebody there?", silence. "Somebody? Please, tell me what's going on!" You shout louder. You struggle to remember how you may have ended up here, the last thing you recall was being at the bar, you were having a drink, somebody had offered to buy you a cocktail and you didn't want to pass up a free drink.

It snaps in your mind finally, there must have been something in your drink! Just as the realization hits, you hear the first sound from the room besides your own breathing and voice. Metal sliding against metal, a sound anybody could recognize from childhood arts and crafts time, scissors. "H-hello?" your voice shakes out, "Please let me go, I won't tell anybody I swear."

You hear a quick exhalation as the other person in the room snorts out a laugh. Sssssnip. The sound again, closer to you this time. You muster all of your strength and pull violently at the ropes, digging into your wrists, sure to leave bruises. You feel cold metal against your forehead and you freeze, terrified of what he might do with that if you continue to thrash around.

The steel moves down your forehead, over the cloth covering your eyes to the tip of your nose, you feel the scissors separate, one point sliding under the blindfold. Ssssnip. The cloth fades from either side of your vision as it's cut in the center. You finally see your captor, face to face. His piercing blue eyes meet yours, but seem as if they aren't really looking at you, but looking through you, he licks his lips as if he's looking at a perfectly cooked steak in front of him and every fiber of your being is telling you to get out.

"Don't worry," he starts. "I'll give you exactly what you were begging for at the bar, you little slut." He roughly grabs one of your breasts, squeezing hard, then slaps it from the side, much harder than he had grabbed. You wince in pain and try to guard yourself but the ropes only dig into your wrists more and more as you struggle. You feel the scissors slide down your cleavage, sliding easily through the thin shirt and falling open, exposing your bare chest.

The cold air causes goose bumps to form, your nipples to harden against your will, and you try to lower your arms to cover your shame as his piercing gaze is fixated on your perky tits. "Please don't look!" you plead, but your only answer is his rough hand wrapping around one breast, his mouth covering the other. He manhandles you, uncaring of how it feels for you, treating you like the pieace of meat he views you as, his teeth dig into your sensitive flesh as he tugs your nipple in his mouth and you find yourself becoming sensitive to it, almost enjoying it.

"What do you mean don't look? You want to show off, don't you, you whore." He slaps your tits againthen stares at your crotch. You look away, cheeks flush with embarrassment as you try to press your thighs tightly together, unable to accomplish much with your ankles bound. He pinches the fabric of your tight yoga pants, right against your labia and you wince again as you hear the scissors make light work of the material, creating a hole he immediately slid his fingers into, violating your pussy with digits then hooking them up and shredding what was left of your pants.

Your embarrrassment only increases as you look down, seeing his face and the almost starving look he directed at your pussy, and even more shameful, you could feel the warmth of your arousal spreading between your legs, being treated like a whore making you wetter than you would have ever imagined. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his already throbbing cock, not even giving you enough time to say no before he had thrust it inside of you.

It stung, your pussy wasn't quite wet enough to accomadate his size so easily, but the painful friction of his violent thrusts made your pussy drool like never before. "You like it don't you, you stupid whore?" his palm met your cheek as he punctuated his statement with a slap. Tears streamed down your cheek as you unwillingly came closer to orgasm. His hands groped your body everywhere, roughly, nails digging into your skin, only trying to arouse himself further, not make you feel good, but your orgasm still continued to build slowly but surely.

Just as you thought you may cum from being raped by this monster of a human, you feel him tense up, his dick throbbing inside of you as he reaches his own orgasm and quickly pulls out as his seed drips from your abused hole. "Not a bad cunt for a slut, I'll make sure I use you until you're worn out." He casually says as you hear the zipper of his pants and his footsteps trailing off in the darkness. 


