Kidnapped, tortured and raped (1)

His laughter rang throughout the dimly lit room in a menacing, villianous tone. He stood at the side of a bed, wearing nothing but a twisted smile on his face, belt in hand. The bed was filthy. Dried blood stains, cum stains, piss and dirt covered the linens. It had been well used, for purposes that most never even dreamed of. The sickest nightmares couldn’t compare to this man’s reality. “Wake up, little girl,” he cooed, nudging the sleeping figure on the bed with a large, calloused hand. She had long, black hair that went down to the small of her back and tanned skin. She was short for her age; being 18 and 5’2. As she began to awaken, the man slipped back into the shadows, waiting for his little victim to begin panicking. This was his favorite part.

The girl’s eyes fluttered open with a soft groan and almost immediately, she was aware of the dull ache in her skull. It felt as though someone had hit her with a bat. She opened her eyes wider and gasped, trying to process her surroundings. Her eyes ran across the room in a panic. She couldn’t make out much. The room was shrouded mostly in darkness. She attempted to sit up and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope to the bed. Her legs were spread wide and to her horror, she was completely naked. “What the fuck? Where the hell am I? HELLO? Is there anybody there?!” she screamed. “HELP!” Little did she know, she was far from civilization and nobody was coming to her rescue. She was all alone, save for the man in the room. Her cries for help fell on deaf ears, succeeding only in hardening the cock of her capturer. He licked his lips, waiting for her tears. He loved it when his victims began crying. They looked so helpless. So beautifully helpless.

It wasn’t long until she began crying. “P-please, somebody, help me!” she yelled, twisting and thrashing in the ropes. All she managed to do was injure her wrists and ankles. The ropes held taught; she hadn’t even gotten them to loosen.

Her crying quieted down when she heard a thick, deep voice. “Hello, Alyssa,” the voice said. Immediately, the girl tensed. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned to the corner of the room where she thought the voice was coming from.

“Who’s there? How do you know my name?” she called out, focusing her eyes to try and see in the dark.
Slowly, footsteps inched toward her and the man revealed himself. “I’ve been watching you,” he said simply. The sight of his nakedness, the belt in his hand, and the scar that covered half his face made the small girl scream in terror. She began struggling in the ropes again, screaming over and over. He looked to be out of a horror movie. The left side of his face appeared melted. His left eye socket was also empty. The burnt flesh ended at the top of his mouth, allowing him to grin wolfishly, showing teeth. His face hinted at an age of 40 or older. As her eyes fell from his face to the belt, she also noticed the hard-on he was supporting. To say it was huge was an understatement.

“Now, now. Settle down, little girl… Or daddy will have to punish you,” the man said in a matter-of-fact tone. Alyssa was far too gone in her panic to listen. She continued her screaming, calling repeatedly for help. Irritated, the man lifted the belt to strike it down hard on the bed right beside her, shouting loudly.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”

That did the trick. Alyssa froze, peering large, shocked eyes up at him. She whimpered, unable to stop the tears from coming. “I’ll do anything, don’t kill me please. I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to die,” she begged, crying. Her terrified eyes met his cold, dead ones. There was nothing there to bargain with. His sanity had left him. He had no conscience. There was only the urge to dominate, to destroy, to kill. Some part of Alyssa acknowledged that, but hope led her to believe that she might be able to convince him somehow to let her go. As if she could be so lucky.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lied. “Just listen to me and do what I say, and I’ll let you go.”
Alyssa nodded feverishly, hysteria rising up in her throat. “Anything, I’ll do anything you say! Just please, please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

The man smiled, settling himself down on the bed beside her. She flinched, her heart beating a mile in her chest. “My name is Alex, but you’re going to call me Master,” he said, reaching out to grip her jaw in a crushing grip. “Understand?”

The frightened girl nodded, stuttering a timid reply. “I-I understand.”

“Open your mouth,” he said.

“Why?”

“JUST OPEN IT!” he bellowed, his temper flaring. He hated having to repeat himself.

Quickly, Alyssa complied, parting her lips wide. Alex quickly pushed three fingers into her mouth and down her throat. Gagging, Alyssa attempted to jerk her head away. “Stay still,” he commanded, using his other hand to grip her hair painfully tightly to keep her head in place.

“If you bite me, I’m going to rip out your teeth one by one. If you throw up on me, I will gut you alive,” he stated in a hard tone, pulling out the three fingers now coated in saliva only to push them back down her throat. He built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into her throat again. She choked and gagged, thankful her stomach was empty.

When Alex was satisfied, he grinned and pet his cock, circling his large fingers around his thick member to coat it in the girl’s saliva. “This is going down your throat next.” Staring down at his enormous cock in horror, she shook her head and cried in dismay. Alex scowled, backhanded her cheek hard enough to bruise.
“This is when you thank me for letting your slutty mouth pleasure my cock. Say it, bitch.” Alex slapped her again, the loud smacking sound filling the room along with Alyssa’s sobbing.

“Thank y-you,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision.

“Wrong, bitch. Whenever you speak to me, you address me as Master.” Looking down at her, Alex was getting so aroused. She looked so helpless and worn down, as if the world had turned its back on her. Her tears made his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her into submission right there and then, but told himself that it would be sweeter with the wait.

Getting off the bed, he gripped the belt tightly in one hand, supporting another sick smile.