Shit! I'm running late for work. It was just one of those "I don't feeling like getting out of bed" days. Oh well, I'm only 30 minutes late.
I take the exit off the freeway and I've only got 5 miles left. I turn onto Main Street. Only 3 miles left.
Oh no! My car is sputtering. What the hell. Just great you idiot! You're out of gas. Fuck, I'm right in between work and a gas station. I coast into a parking lot of an empty office building. No sweat, I'll just call my buddy at the office to come get me.
No, no, no you didn't! I left my damn phone at the house. Son of a bitch! Well it looks like I'm walking.
It's not that it's that far of a walk, but it is 95 degrees out and I'll be sweating my ass off by the time I get there. All of the sudden a old Chevy pickup pulls up in front of me and stops. I walk up to the door, the windows are down.
The guy driving the truck says " Mornin! You need a lift buddy?"
"Man I sure could use a ride to work." I tell him. Trying hard to hide the anger behind my stupidity filled morning.
I get in and tell him where I work.
"Oh yea, that's right down the road here." he replies. "I'm Tom by the way"
"Hey Tom! I'm Scott. Good to meet you and thanks a bunch for picking me up." I reply back.
"No problem Scott. Glad I could help out"
So we're driving along about 100 yards from the driveway and I notice that we're not slowing down.
"Yep that's the office right there." I encouragingly blurt out.
Tom doesn't say anything. We drive right past the driveway.
"Uh Tom you drove right by my office." I say as a look over at him.
He has this wide shit eating grin on his face. "That's because we're not going to your office, we're going to mine." as he nods his head down.
I follow the direction of his nod. Oh FUCK! This motherfucker has a gun pointed right at me.
"Tom. Dude. What's with the gun?
He doesn't answer. I start to panic big time.
He turns down one of the side roads. We drive for a few miles. This road has no development on it. Perfect place for this fucker to off me. I start to hyperventilate. He stops the truck and puts it in park.
"I'm going to walk around to your side of the truck. If you want to live, you won't move an inch." he says calmly.
As he gets out, he holds the gun straight at me. He starts to walk around the front of the truck. His eyes are fixed right on me. Shit! I stand no chance of running from this crazy fucker. He comes around the side and opens my door. He opens the glove box and pulls out a white cloth and a bottle of some kind of liquid. He opens the bottle and douses the cloth.
"This is for your own good. Now don't fight it or I will kill you."
And like that he puts the cloth over my mouth and nose. No, no, no. This can't happen! I start to black out.
As I come to, I notice that I'm in a bad place. The walls are black. There's a TV in front of me playing some really raunchy porn and it's loud. I wake a little more. There is something round in my mouth. I can't open my mouth to speak. I am laying down on my stomach. I try to move my arms but they are strapped down to this wooden table. I try to stand up but I'm strapped down at my waist. My legs are strapped to the table too. Fuck I'm strapped down to a fuck table with my ass high in the air, a ball gag in my mouth and I've been stripped naked.
Then the really bad thoughts start racing through my mind. I'm am in a seriously bad spot here. SLAP! Oh shit! Somebody just slapped my ass. A man walks around me so that I can see him.
He's tall, about 6'4". Muscular build. No shirt on. A leather mask covering his face with a hole cut out for his mouth. He's wearing a pair of leather chaps that allow his dick and ass to show. I can only assume that it's Tom.
"You are my prisoner. You will be my sex slave until I decide to let you go. I will fuck you over and over again. If you struggle it will hurt more. If you relax and let me have my way with you, it will be easier. Nod your fucking head if you understand bitch."
I barely move my head. My mind is fucking racing now. I'm feeling really dizzy. How in the fuck did this happen? I just ran out of gas. What the hell did I do to get into this fucking place?
He walks over to another table and grabs 2 dildos. One what I would call average size, about 8 inches. And one big one that was about 12 inches. He brings them both and a tube of lube over to me.
He's smiling. "I'm going to get you ready for our fuck fest."
He walks around to my backside. He squirts a glob of lube on my asshole. I feel his finger rubbing all over my crack and sphincter. I am totally freaking out at this point. I'm about to get raped by some fucking crazy bastard with a gun. I'm strapped down to a table and can't get away from this.
He continues to rub my ass. He inserts a finger in my hole. Fucking shit it hurts so bad. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. I don't want to cry but I'm so scared.
He squeezes in 2 fingers. He's working them in my ass. He slides in the 3rd one. God it burns so fucking bad. How can this be happening. Oh my god! He is fucking my ass hard now with his hand. All I can hear over the porno is the lathering of the lube in my ass.
"How do like that bitch? You better relax your ass or it's going to keep hurting." I didn't even realize but my ass was as tight as I could make it considering that my legs were strapped wide apart. I decided to release the grip and see if this fucker was right.
The pain is better now but then he stops. Pulls his hand out. Squirts some more lube.
