By Succubus


The flash of the strobe light illuminates the bar, as I sit smiling at the man seated next to me, absently sipping my beer. I hadn't been out for a good time in quite a while, so I was putting the night to good use: dancing and drinking, and flirting with this cute guy--Ian he says his name is. He offers me another beer.

"Mmm...gotta go to the ladies room first," I giggle, "but sure, thanks!” heading off across the packed bar towards the restrooms.

When I return, both my beer and my new friend are waiting for me. Sitting, I grin, feeling silly and relaxed for the first time in ages, and also very flattered by Ian's attention. I study him secretly, admiring immediately his height and size. He had that rough "work's with his hands" look to him, his white tee stretched tight across his brawny chest. His hair was clipped close to the skull, and he always seemed to be smiling, but the smile never quite reached his steel-blue eyes.

Catching me looking, he reaches out, gently touching my breast then jerks his hand back quickly, pretending shock and amazement, so that I was laughing at his antics before I could think to be angry, although I did not feel entirely at ease. Feeling his scrutiny upon me, I nervously reach for my beer, taking a few drinks.

Leaning in close to me, he whispers: "You have been flirting with me something terrible all night," his hand squeezing my leg just above the knee, right where my short skirt ends. He removes his hand and smiles at me. Blushing slightly because it is true, I have been flirting with him, I smile shyly, meeting his glance.

"Cheers!" he says, holding up his beer. I grab my own, our bottles clang together, and I slam my beer back, finishing it off. Grinning, I wipe the foam from my lips, and a big smile breaks over his face, his ice-cold eyes finally warming.

We talked about music and such for a bit, but I started to notice that I wasn't feeling well. As the conversation continued, I was having a hard time paying attention, my words slurring and my mind floating off. Rising unsteadily to my feet, I mumble "I have to go...” and turn, heading towards to exit--I know something is wrong. "Let me help you, baby" Ian says, wrapping one arm around me tightly, supporting me. I stumble towards the exit, panicked, but unable to move any faster, the floors and walls reeling around me, faces and voices distorted and swimming.

Nearly crying, I reach the doors, flinging them open, welcoming the rush of cold night air that hits me. Gulping the air down, I spin, stepping once, and then reach out for Ian as I feel myself collapsing. Grasping me tightly, he looks down at me, his face alight with a malicious smile. The world spins, and then goes black.



Groaning slightly, I stir sleepily, my head pounding. Licking my lips, I stretch my sore limbs, and my eyes fly wide open. I am bound! I tug at my arms and legs wildly for a moment, as the realization sets in. I am bound, spread-eagle, upon and old bed, not a stitch of clothing left on me. In horror, I jerk my head from side to side, finding myself quite alone. Looking around, I notice a massive dresser and an old wooden chair are the only other items in this room, but that the walls are made of solid stone. My heart falls as I realize that no one would hear me in hear no matter how loud I screamed, a chill racing over me.

I hear a click and the door opens, Ian steps inside the room, a big smile on his face. "Well, now...sleeping beauty is awake!" Rubbing his hands together and grinning he says "You know, my dear, you really should keep a better eye on your drinks--there are all sorts of despicable men out there who would think nothing of slipping you drugs to bring you into their clutches." He chuckles, smiling at his own wit. The entirety of my foolishness struck me then, hot tears starting to flow from my eyes. "Please..." I whisper, my throat still burning and dry from the drugs, "please don't hurt me..." the words barely audible.

"Hurt you? I wouldn't dream of it!" he laughs, continuing, "Quite the opposite, love: before you leave me, you will crave my touch, you will need it. I will make you want every horrible thing that I do to you." Reaching out, he grabs one breast, squeezing it painfully, forcing a small cry from me. I try to twist away, but I am bound too tightly.

Grinning down at me, he slips down his pants, revealing his fat cock, already swollen and hard. "Well, let's dispense with the formalities, shall we? We both know how badly you wanted my cock last night, so I'll oblige you now." So saying, he climbs slowly between my legs, looking into my face. Grabbing my breast, hurting it again, he growls, "Now you look at me, Bitch," then shoves his hips forward, his cock driving into me. I scream, an intense ripping feeling burning my pussy, "Ow! No! Please! You are hurting me!" I cry out. I sob, closing my eyes to this horror.

"SLAP!" My eyes fly back open as his hand lands savagely across my face "I said look at me, you fucking cunt!” and he slaps again. I go limp from the pain, my face burning, ears ringing. He drives into me again, hard, burying his cock even deeper, forcing my pussy to accommodate him. I sob, biting my own lips, crying as he brutally pounds into me. With a grunt and a final piercing thrust, I feel his cum rush into my cunt, the thought of his seed inside of me repulsive.

Climbing off my shaking body, he slips back into his jeans, swatting my belly playfully. "Now there's a good girl!" he says, wringing further sobs from me. "Now I have some errands to run, so you'll have to behave while I'm gone, you hear?" I nod weakly and he crosses to the dresser. Opening a drawer, he pulls out a thick vibrator. Grinning, he walks slowly towards me, turning it off and on. I clamps my eyes shut again "noooo...." I feel the soft head pressing against my sore pussy lips, and then it slides into me, well lubricated by Ian's sperm. He pushes it deep into me, wiggling it and rocking it. Turning back to the dresser, he returns with a length of rope and a piece of white cloth. Pushing the vibrator firmly inside of me, he ties the rope around my waist. Pulling the cloth tightly into my crotch, he ties the ends to the rope at my waist, securely keeping the toy inside of me. With a parting smile, he clicks on the vibrator and walks out.

I gasp at the sudden sensations in my pussy, my body working against it, trying to push it out. Every effort I make only succeeds in further wiggling the dildo around inside of me. Trying to collect myself, I lie still, looking around the room and trying to think of something, anything, except the toy buzzing merrily away inside of me. Glancing up at the ceiling, I gasp: A video camera is lodged in one corner of the room. Dread settles over me at the thought of how completely Ian planned my abduction.

Regardless of my minds disagreements, and my strongest efforts, The tingling inside of me is starting to have a reaction. I can feel my lips swelling, moisture gathering in my pussy, my sensitivity increasing. The familiar shocks told me I was close to cumming, and I sobbed again, fresh tears pouring forth at the knowledge that I could not control my own body's reactions. Crying out, I feel orgasm rip through my body, my hips rising and falling with the pleasure as it washes over my body.

As the waves subside, I cry harder, the insistent buzzing inside not stopping, but in fact magnifying as my sensitivity is now greatly increased. I stare helplessly at the ceiling as this mechanical monster works away inside of me, quickly driving me to a second orgasm.

Exhausted, I closed my eyes, tears leaking from them, as the vibrator went on and on. I reached the point where I finally passed out, dreaming tortured dreams of being fucked.