My biggest fantasy is to be kidnapped and kept as a slave. On my way to my car from work, I want to be accosted by a man in the parking lot. When I open my back door to put my bag in the back, he shoves me forward so that I slide on my belly across the seat. He climbs on top of me, shoves my face down and holds it there with his foot, and then deftly ties my hands behind my back. He shoves something in my mouth, gagging me so that I cannot scream. No matter how much I squirm, I can't get away because he is so much bigger and stronger than me. He grabs my car keys that I dropped on my floorboard, gets into the front seat, and drives away without saying a single word. I am hyperventilating in the back seat, sobbing, body heaving and shaking. I have never been so scared in my life. I am begging him please, please don’t do this, but it’s unintelligible through my gag and my sobs.

After quite a while of driving, he turns and I hear gravel crunching under the tires and then we come to a stop, and he turns the car off. He just sits there for a moment, facing forward, both hands still on the steering wheel. He sighs, and then gets out, and comes to the back to pull me out. He slides me across the seat, and throws me over his shoulder, I try to struggle, I try to kick him, but it is of no use. Dejected, I hang limply… still crying, still protesting unheard through my gag, he runs his hand up and down my back, almost as if he were trying to soothe me.

He walks up the steps and opens the door of a house that I would have considered beautiful if I wasn’t so terrified. He kicks the front door shut behind him, and carries me to the kitchen, to a dark wooden door, through the door, down the steps into a basement. It is pitch black, but he apparently knows his way around. He throws me down on something soft, and flips a switch and the room illuminates. I find that I am laying on a bed, the sheets are silky and white and gold damask patterned, there is a puffy, white, down blanket folded at the foot of the bed. There is an ornate gold headboard and footboard, with ropes tied at the four corners. There is a huge dark wood armoire against the wall, with several drawers at the bottom, and two matching chests of drawers on either side of it. The floor is covered in creamy white, thick, fluffy carpet. There is a door ajar which I could see led to a bathroom. On the ceiling and walls, there were various types of hardware, such as hooks. There was a black leather couch and loveseat, tucked away in a corner, like a sitting area, with a TV mounted to a wall. The lighting was dim, and made me feel like I was in a dungeon.
After examining the room, rigid with terror, I find him staring at me, drinking me in, his eyes not giving anything away. “What is this place…? Why am I here…?” I fight to say against the fabric in my mouth. He hung his head, almost as if ashamed, and then began undoing his belt. He removed it and set it on one of the dressers. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and let the drop. I can see a huge, hard bulge being restricted by his boxers. He pulls his t-shirt off and lets it drop to the floor. He picks the belt back up and walks over to the bed, drops it on the bed, and then sits on the edge. He reaches out to touch me and I flinch. He caresses my ankle, moves his way up my calf, rubbing up and down, up to the inside of my thigh. I can’t even move anymore, I am so terrified. I know what is going to happen next. I know that I am going to be raped, and who knows what else.

He pulls my leg toward him, and grabs the rope at one corner of the footboard, and ties it around my ankle. He stands, moves to the other corner, and does the same with my other leg. My legs are spread open wide. He pulls my skirt up, and runs his fingers up and down my pussy, through my black lacy panties. He unzips my skirt at my hip, and rips it the rest of the way, tearing it from my body. He removes the fabric from my mouth and throws it to the ground. I begin crying again, begging him to stop. He unties me hands, my wrists raw from the rope rubbing and cutting into me. He takes each hand and reties them, so they are also spread apart, one hand to each side of the headboard. He unbuttons my blouse, and pulls my breasts out of my bra. They are big and they hang heavy with their support taken away. He bows his head down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucks, nibbles, bites, and then moves to the other one. I am thrashing from side to side, but he just holds me in place. I can’t fight him, he is too strong. He jiggles my breasts in his hands, he puts his mouth all over them, sucking on them, leaving purple marks behind.

He works his way down my torso, leaving kisses and licks of his tongue behind, he lowers himself all the way down to my hips, kisses each one of them, the insides of my thighs, everywhere but there… which for some reason, at this point, is frustrating me. My body is beginning to betray me. I can feel a dull ache beginning to develop in my clit… I toss my head back, and a tiny little moan escapes my lips, which I try to hide, pretend it didn’t happen, but I hear him chuckle… his hot breath touches my skin, and send tingles through my whole body. He pulls my panties aside, and runs his tongue up and down my slit, so frustratingly slow. He slowly slides his tongue inside my slit, just barely. At this point, my pussy is starting to get very wet… and I know he can taste my wetness… I know he knows what he is doing to me.

 

Mmmm fuck yesss.
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This has been my fantasy regarding a woman I work with...mmmm to grab her and enjoy her like a sex toy...she dresses so provocatively...showing off as her husband likes....