A Dark New World

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"Thirteen," Alex said.

The man in the elevator nodded and pressed a button.

"What are you doing?!" exclaimed Alex. "I said thirteen, not twenty, you moron!"

"I...I'm sorry ma'am," the elevator operator stammered.

"Well, do something about it then," Alex demanded. "You can still press the correct button."

The man just stood there looking at her. He crossed his arms over his chest and angled his body so that he was blocking the button panel. Alex growled under her breath. This man's a moron, she thought.

"What are you doing?" she asked aloud. You've passed the damn floor now!"

"Just relax and nobody will get hurt," came her reply.

A look of shock came over Alex's face. "What?!?"

"You heard me, Alexandra. Stay calm and be patient."

"How do you know my name?" Alex asked. Her usually calm and cool face now showed the tension and worry lines she fought all her life to hide. Her pulse quickened. Tiny beads of sweat began to dance at her temples and forehead.

Just then the elevator dinged. They stopped moving. The doors slowly opened...

 

[bluespoke]

"After you, Alexandra" I stood and waited till she moved nervously towards the door.

As she passed I got the faint aroma of something very expensive, and fear.

I waited till she was level with the door and then put my arms around her and held the gauze pad to her face.

She kicked, she wriggled, but ultimately I was stronger and she slumped against me, her eyes closed and hair, her beautiful hair, in my face.

Backing into the life I turned the key to operator control and pressed the button for the garage.

How long would she stay out I wondered? Did I have time?

 

[Guest]

It was dark by the time Alex came to. She was sure it wasn't night, though. This dark was a different kind of dark. This dark was scarier.

A wave of nausia came over her. Alex tried to move her right hand to her mouth, but was unable to. Her hands were bound behind her back. She tried to move her legs, but they, too, were bound. It was then that she realized she was laying on her side.

Where was she? She had no idea. There was a low, repetitive sound that came in a fast sequence. It sounded like a constant bumping, but she wasn't certain. She was still a big groggy from having been knocked out.

Panic filled her as she discovered she was unable to open her mouth to speak. A thick layer of duct tape kept her mouth closed. Quickly Alex felt claustrophobia take ahold of her. Never in her life had this fear taken her, but it was here now...

 

[bluespoke]

It was a simple matter to carry her the few yards from the lift to where the car was parked.

Once inside the spacious boot I strapped her wrists and ankles with duct tape and kept a nice big piece for her motor mouth. It made a change to be in earshot and not hear her rip a colleague to shreds.

Tonight was a first, all lights negotiated legally and all speed limits observed. No lights flashing in the rear view mirror tonight thank you.

Out past the city boundaries and several miles more before I saw the white post at the end of the drive.

I checked the mirrors and looked in front, not a soul to be seen as I turned slowly down the drive.

The wheels crunched on the gravel as I approached the back door.

It was more of a struggle to carry the inert body down to the basement. She was still out as I locked the door and returned to garage the car.

I would have to go back and cut off the tape before I turned in for the night but not yet, give her a while to get used to being trapped.

Damn! If that pump on the building site doesn't shut up,I'll take both barrrels to that bloody site manager.

 

[Guest]

The first thought that came back to Alex was that her legs weren't bound together anymore. But, she still wasn't free. She found herself now bound to a straight back chair. Both legs were placed before the legs of the chairs, her ankles taped to the wood. Her hands were still behind her back, but this time the tape was woven through the carvings on the chair's wooden back.

Alex moved her jaw. Her mouth was still covered. At least they allowed her her sight...whoever they were, that is. Alex squinted to see her surroundings as best she could around her. The ground looked little more than dirt or dust, the walls stone. There were several floor-to-wall shelves around the small room, but she couldn't make out what was on them. There were several other large objects lined up against the walls that she couldn't make out.

All around the room, as best as she could turn her head while bound, she couldn't see a door anywhere. Alex turned her gaze up towards the ceiling. Behind the position of the chair she saw a thin square outline of light. A trap door? Could it be she was several feel below the earth? Further than a basement?

 

[bluespoke]

The sun burst through my defences around seven but I refused to crawl out of bed before seven thirty. Freshly shaved and showered I loped down to the kitchen and filled a pitcher with water. Carrying the pitcher with me, I descended to the basement and set the water on an old chest.

Unlocked, the door to the wine cellar lifted easily. I moved the ladder into place and climbed down, having first picked up the water pitcher.

The cellar, now half lit from the basement, looked an eerie yellow but she sat in the middle almost white with fear.

Placing the pitcher on a shelf I moved over to where she sat and walked directly into her line of vision. She looked straight at me, a puzzled look in her eyes. Although somewhat dishevelled she was a handsome woman. Tall and curvy, she had always attracted my attention as much for her looks as for her bitchy attitude.

Looking down I saw a damp patch on the floor. I look upwards to see a very wet patch on her crotch. Her eyes followed mine and her humiliation was there to be seen in those eyes. I smiled.

It had been a long night.

 

[Guest]

Alex couldn't bring herself to look up again. Never in her life had she wet herself, not even when she was a child going to bed with a full bladder. She felt so ashamed of herself, but in the grips of fear she was unable to control her body.

She felt as if the man before her was mocking her in a way, almost laughing at her. Shame and humiliation had taken over far too strongly for her usual bitch to come out and defend her true inner self.

"What do we have here?" the man asked, stifling a laugh.

Alex didn't say a word. She sat, bound to her chair, with her head held down low. Her eyes fixed on the thick puddled that rolled over the edge of the chair and mixed with the thick dust on the floor.

She was uncomfortable. She wasn't sure how long she's sat with a wet bottom. She never slept that night, though. She was keenly aware that 'too much' time had passed. Each time she nodded off, she awoke herself once she felt her head bobbing either before her or behind her. How did he expect her to sleep on this damn wooden chair anyway?

 

[bluespoke]

It was time to let her free from the duct tape.

I walked behind her and picked up the knife. A few quick slashes and her hands were free. She slumped forward in the chair, rubbing her wrists and hands. Moving round I cut the tape away from her ankles and saw the pain as her circulation returned.

Putting my arms under her arms I lifted her up onto her unsteady feet and guided her towards the couch. She stumbled but I held her firm. At the couch I slipped the knife under her blouse and bra straps and slashed upwards. Into her pants and ripped down. Her clothes hung in tatters, her voluptuous body partially exposed.

Helping her on to the couch I watched the material fall away and her large breasts show themselves to me. If it were possible my hardness increased.

She was on her back, still but fearful. I lifted a wrist restraint from the side of the couch and attached it to her left wrist before moving round the table to do the same to the right. Now she was secure, I quickly removed the duct tape from her mouth.

 

[Guest]

"W...w...what are you going to do to me?" Alex asked in a weak voice. The voice was alien to her. It wasn't her usual sure self.

"Never you mind!" the man responded, perhaps a bit too sharp. If you're going to start up the chatter you'll be gagged again. Do you want that?"

Alex was too afraid to answer him. She just slowly shook her head "no".

"Good," the man replied. He smiled at her. His smile was chilling. Alex felt a shiver run down her spine.

She watched as he busied himself at one corner of the room. He was at the wall almost entirely covered in shelves. In the poor light the basement provided the cellar she could not see what he was doing...

 

[bluespoke]

I looked at the shelf and couldn’t see what I was looking for. Lower shelf and there they were. I knew I had put them somewhere.

I picked up one of the bendy straws and then crossed to pick up the pitcher of water. Offering the straw to her mouth, she quickly realised why. The cold water must have been a blessed relief to her parched throat.

As I placed the pitcher on a shelf I heard her squeaky voice ask ‘Why?’

I turned, picking up the straps as I did so, and smiled at her.

Moving over to the couch lifting her left leg until it was in the stirrup at her knee and then the other leg. The straps secured her legs to the stirrups. I moved the stirrups apart exposing her to me. She screamed as I pushed the stirrups too far.

Standing between the stirrups I see that she is open and very available. A beautifully bald pussy faced me.

 

[Guest]

Alex was terrified. Though she had never seen stirrups like these, personally, she knew what they were. In her brief moments in them, she was glad hospitals and clinics changed over to stirrups you slipped the heels of your feet in.

She felt so vulnerable and exposed in this position. Here she was, in this damp and cold cellar, spread open and bound, her soiled pussy still trying to dry.

"Ahhhh, that's right," the man said, as if reading her mind. We have to do something about the little accident you had in the night!

He turned away from her and walked to the center of the room. He reached the ladder and climbed up it, disappearing into the room above. For how long he was gone, she was not sure. Every minute to her seemed like a lifetime since she'd been held captive.

 

[bluespoke]

No point in having soiled or damaged goods. As I reached the basement I saw exactly what I was looking for, a plastic basin. Filling it with warm water, I looked and found some old cotton sheets. I ripped them into pieces and took some of the smaller pieces with me as I carefully descended the steps again.

Placing the bowl beside the couch, I moved in between the stirrups and pulled away what remained of her pants and panties. Her lower half was completely exposed. I dipped a piece of cotton in the warm water and soaked it through. Gently, or as gentle as I have ever been, I applied that wet cloth to her pussy and washed her. She squirmed a little at first but knew it was pointless. Another piece of towel and she was dry, or would have been but for a little dampness around her pussy lips.

Popping the stud on my jeans and then pulling down the zip, I heard her scream ‘No!’ but I was in a different place now, transfixed by her pussy. She knew now. At least she thought she knew - but this was only the start.

 

[Guest]

The random acts of kindness that came from this man, her captor, confused Alex to no end. Why offer her a drink of such cool and delicious water and why take the patience and time to gently clean her from her accident when she was prisioner here? Why be so kind when it was obvious he intended to rape her?

If that was the reason why she was here, then why keep her bound in such an uncomfortable way all night long? Why hadn't he gotten it over with right away and dumped her off in the woods somewhere?

Alex's head was swimming with so many questions she had momentarily forgotten her current position. But, once she felt the man's thick member pressing at her nether lips she snapped back into her reality.

"No," she pleaded softly, her bitchy self lost ever since that scene in the elevator. Her eyes were moist and threatened to spill the flood of tears they held.

"Do you want to be gagged?" he asked her.

Alex shook her head and that was the last that was said between the two. She felt the large mushroom tip press harder against her lips. Though she was bound spread wide apart, her lips did their best to protect that succulent hole behind them.

She could feel her lips turning inward as the head pushed on. She began to whimper, but bit her lower lip. She was too afraid to make a sound. Never had she been raped! And now she had to suffer hers in silence or face the consequence.

With a popping noise, the large mushroom made its way into her pussy. The man moaned, overcome by her tightness...

 

[bluespoke]

Man, she is tight. Her pussy almost gripped my cock as it slid slowly into her. Mmmmm it felt so good. I felt as if it could be me that needed the gag!

All the way in and I saw the tears on her cheeks. Her eyes glazed over and I imagined she was taking herself to another place. One deep thrust and her eyes were refocused.

I thrust, slowly at first and then a little quicker and, oh she was tight but wet. A head of steam started to build as I thrust in and out of her and she thrust herself at me?

She what?

It was true, whether she liked it or not her body was thrusting up to meet mine. Her body was in control; her mind was nowhere to be seen.

Harder and deeper I thrust, holding her thighs as I drilled into her. Oh man, this is good. It got closer, so much fucking closer………..

 

[Guest]

Alex felt betrayed by her own body, but she couldn't help it! It had been far too long since she had been fucked last. She knew she needed it. She hated to admit it to herself, but she knew she needed it.

She found herself thrusting her hips up to meet his as best she could in her restraints. Her thighs were filled with pain each time their bodies met, but she didn't care anymore. She needed it, she needed him. Had this unknown man been her savior in disguise?

 

[bluespoke]

Her thrusting only compounded my own urgency and I felt myself reach that point of no return. My body took control and each short thrust spurted cum deep inside her. A final thrust and I was done and well satisfied. The continued thrusting from below intimated that it was not over for her.

As I pulled out I saw the look of defeat and disappointment on her face; her thighs still twitching. Slowly I lowered myself to my knees and looked closely at her hot, wet and cream filled pussy.

My tongue licked along her lips and pushed inside to taste our mingled juices. I heard her moan and saw her thighs move again. With my fingers parting her lips, I licked up and down. Her clitoris, extremely prominent, was swollen and just ripe for sucking. Lips around that throbbing nubbin, I sucked, flicked ad nibbled. I heard a word I had not heard from her lips.

It escaped with a hiss. ‘Yesssss!’