“I’m okay now,” I said softly.
His hand was still roving my back softly as I opened the water. As I drank, he unsnapped my bra.
I dropped the water and my body froze.
“You see, my dear, your actions speak louder than your words. You are not okay now. When I said I wanted you to take one of these, it was not an offer. It was an order.” He pushed the pill before my face.
I reluctantly took it, its bitterness dissolving almost instantly on my tongue. He started stroking my hair as he slipped the shoulder straps of my bra off. He pulled it down my arms and hung it on the stir-up next to my panties. He stood in front of me again placing both hands on my shoulders, pushing back a little. “Look at me.”
I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I saw him smile and then look down at my bare breasts.
“I realize that you have no reason to trust me,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes. He wiped at the dark smudges under my left eye. “We really should get on with things, my dear, and get this part out of the way.” He cupped my face and pulled me towards him, kissing the top of my head tenderly through the mask.
“What part?” I whispered as he was sliding his hands from my face to my shoulders. My heart started to race as I anticipated his answer.
“The exam, my dear, I am sure you have had a few of them in your lifetime. Now lie back please and let’s try this again and please, do try to just relax.”
He pushed back on my shoulders encouraging me as I unwillingly complied, putting my feet back into the stir-ups as my insides lurched within me. I stared up at the darkened ceiling, watching the shadows sway just a little as I listened to him open drawers and remove things from them. He took a seat back on his stool, placing his things on a pullout part of the table under the left stir-up. I flinched when I felt his hand softly touching my sex.
The medication was starting to have its effects. My eyes felt heavy, and my body started to feel warm. He slid one of his fingers between my pubic lips. I gasped, feeling as though I wanted to start crying again.
“This might be just a little cold, Precious.”
I felt the cool wet feeling of lubricant as he rubbed it lavishly between my labia. My body jerked and then he slowly worked two fingers into my soft fleshy inside. He pulled and pushed his fingers in and out several times, and then he pushed up hard on my urethral sponge, I gasped again, my insides tightening.
“Very nice, my dear,” his voice was low but the tone was different. He continued to massage and work on my g spot until my body started to secrete its own natural wetness. I didn’t feel aroused mentally. In fact I felt repulsed but my body was reacting, whether I liked it or not.
He stood up while still keeping his fingers inside of me. He looked down at my face, my eyes half closed as he curled his fingers and started working them firmly and more roughly against my g spot. “I am happy to see that you have started to relax, my dear. I want you to close your eyes now.”
He brought his other hand to my stomach as I closed my eyes. His hand roamed up my belly to the bottom of my breasts. He softly felt each one of them while he kept playing with my g spot. His fingertip rubbed very lightly over my nipple forcing it to become erect, and then did the same with the other. My breathing became deeper as he massaged and caressed my entire chest.
It seemed somehow less intimidating with my eyes closed as I mentally fought against the physical stimulation. My g spot was swelling and I could feel sharp little tingles in my clit. For a moment, I wanted to give way to the pleasure and pretend this was consensual.
His fingers starting to pump up against my g spot faster.
No, I won’t do it, I thought.
“Oh, my precious little flower, that’s it. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure. Let me feel it. Give in and let your body enjoy this,” he whispered softly as he pinched my right nipple.
My body lurched and my grip on the table tightened, as I begrudgingly let out a groan. His fingers were rubbing my g spot harshly now and I could hear his breathing starting to change. I knew he was getting aroused.
He pressed firmly as he slid his hand in between my breasts and down my sternum to my stomach. His fingers went to the crease of my left leg while his thumb pressed firmly into my pubic bone, then he parted my lips and started to encircle my wet clit. I flexed my thighs, my hips rising as I bit my lip.
Oh god. Please don’t do this to me.
“Come for me, Precious! Give in and let your body have what it desires,” he whispered so softly.
I was having a hard time trying to refuse it. It had been a couple of years since a man’s hands had touched me like this. I heard myself whimper and without realizing it my hips were rocking up and down in rhythm with his fingers inside me. This is so very wrong, what's wrong with me?
“That’s it, my beautiful little Princess. Let me see and feel your pleasure.” He rubbed my clit faster and harder.
What is it about his voice?
I squinted my eyes shut tighter, turning my head to the side. I couldn’t take any more of this, my mind was losing control the more I fought it and I was reaching climax even if it was against my will. I held back the soft moans that might have indicated I was enjoying this.
“Come for me, do it now!” His voice was low and excited. His fingers were working wildly to see come gush from my drooling sex.
Tears stung my eyes as I moved my head from side to side. I don't want this. My mind was fighting against my body, telling it not to give in. The physical action however, was more then I could bear as my g spot swelled to the point of hurting. I squeezed my eyelids tighter not wanting this to happen as my body begged its release. My heart was racing as my breath quickened.
“No… no …no,” I whispered.
The lump in my sex, now fully engorged, expressed itself wildly as it spurted what it could no longer contain. I felt the warm flood of liquid expel past my lips, and onto his pumping fingers. My face was in a terrible state as I trembled, unable to control myself against his harshly thrusting fingers. My hips thrashed from side to side, my sex contracting hard around his fingers and odd noises emulated from my lips.
“Again, my Precious, come again! Your body is so beautiful in this state. Oh fuck… I want inside you so badly. Do it, come again… come harder this time,” he commanded. He leaned forward and laid the upper half of his body onto mine, I felt his mouth on my nipples sucking and biting at them, his mask abrasive on my warm flushed skin. His fingers worked diligently to force another gush of hot liquid into his hand. He was moaning softly while his lips and mouth fondled my breasts. His body nudged the table as he rocked into it roughly, pushing and pulling his fingers within me. “Come for me, I know you can do it again.”
I felt his breath brush past my wet nipple as he spoke and I groaned, accidentally.
“Oh yes, that’s it, my dear, give in. I want it all.”
My g spot was swelling fast and hard all over again, his thumb rubbing harder up and down over my throbbing sensitive clit while he teased and tortured my nipples more.
This is so wrong, yet so damn intense. I started to moan giving in to the pleasure, my body rocking back and forth and my drooling sex hungrily devouring his fingers. My clit felt like it was ready to explode. I was breathing so hard, my mouth was getting dry.
“Oh… oh my god,” I yelped. I squirted again, my sex forcing his fingers out of me violently. He forced them back in and I screamed, clutching the edge of the table. My clit was pulsating hard against his thumb, as my legs trembled and shook. I felt his chin pressing hard into my breastbone.
“Open your eyes,” he asked, his tone urgent.
I opened my eyes and he brought his head up enough to look into my eyes while my body continued to wriggle, my clit pulsating beneath the pressure of his thumb. His bright blue eyes piercing me as my climax slowed and my face blushed to a deep red. I felt his fingers become still within me as his eyes bore deeply into mine. I felt the wetness of my orgasm run down i
nto the crack of my ass as I struggled to calm my breathing.
He pulled his fingers from my juiced hole and brought them up to my left breast, rubbing my wetness all around my nipple. My face flushed deeper, embarrassed by what had just happened.
“That was truly an act of beauty, my dear,” he said softly with both hands on my breasts, cupping and massaging them softly. Then he pressed into them, lifted his chest from mine, and stood again, in between my legs, peering down at me. “I must admit I had not actually planned to do that to you… yet. I guess I let myself get carried away as I was getting you ready.” I saw him smile viciously. “We had better get this done, the hour grows late and I have a long ride back.”
My heart was starting to slow down a little as I tried to sort out in my mind what had just happened. My body was still flushed and warm, and my hands still fixated on the table next to me. It was as though my body overrode my mind, insisting it reach satisfaction. It was an amazing orgasm, despite my attempt to resist it. I started to feel guilty for having let myself enjoy it.
He sat down on his stool and began fumbling with his utensils. I heard his voice telling me to relax and he was going to start the exam. I flinched when I felt the cold speculum touching my puffy hot swollen lips. He slipped it in with little effort and began to open it up. Using a flashlight he peered into my sex.
“You should see how amazing you look right now. It’s still seeping with a little come.” He looked up at me and smiled. “How I would love to taste you right now, but I must wait for the test results before I can give into such decadent pleasures.”
He kept working as he spoke. I could feel the swab inside of me dabbing at my cervix. It was less than a minute and he was pulling the speculum from my still aching folds. I felt him using the wet towel to clean me up.
“You have been very good this evening, Precious. I am so proud of you for letting your body experience the pleasure I have long awaited to give you.” He was sliding my panties back around my ankle. “Sit up, my dear, and let’s get you dressed.” He offered me his hand.
My mind was a bit foggy from the medication but nonetheless it was spinning with questions. Why a man would abduct a woman, force her to receive pleasure and not seek his own? What did he mean long awaited?
He finished helping me with my bra and stood next to me as I sat on the table, my knees hanging over the edge. He was stroking my hair softly as he leaned his head onto mine and smelled my hair. “I hope that you believe that I truly mean you no harm, my precious little flower.” He kissed the top of my head and for some reason I nodded in agreement with my hands folded in my lap. “Good girl,” he said stroking my hair once more before collecting his utensils and putting them all in a zip lock bag.
He walked over to his workbench and put all of his things back into his duffel bag, including the samples he took from me, keeping an eye on me the whole time. When he finished with his things, he came back over by me, standing between my thighs and put his arms under mine.
He hugged me tightly to him, pulling me from the table. My hands rested on the top of his shoulders until my feet touched the cold cement floor and then I pulled them from him quickly and straightened my scrunched up skirt. I felt his hands on my bare shoulders, turning me to face him, while he looked down at me.
“Princess?” his voice was inquisitive and I knew he wanted me to look into his eyes.
I turned my face up and my eyes met with his, a blank expression on my face.
“I want you to get a good night sleep now. Do you understand?” his eyes were boring into mine. It made me nervous but I nodded my head. “Very good, precious, let me show you where you will be sleeping this evening.”
He took hold of my right arm and started to pull, encouraging me to follow him. Panic welled up inside of me and I didn’t want to follow his lead as he insisted on pulling me along, tightening his grip.
“Come on, Princess, it’s getting very late now. I really must be going.” His grip slipped from my arm down to my wrist, and he held it tightly. He turned on a little flashlight as he led me away from the workbench and the exam table into the darkness of another area of the basement. I started to cry, realizing that he wasn’t going to let me go.
We reached an old looking wooden door, with a shiny new padlock attached to it. “Stay put,” he ordered me as he reached into his pants pocket retrieving the key and unlocking the padlock. He swung the heavy door open. The room was black. He used the flashlight to see, while pulling me into the room with him, turning on a small table lamp.
The room was very small, but in the corner sat an old television on a stand with some books and VHS tapes on the second shelf. On the opposite wall was a rollaway bed neatly made with a blue spread and a single pillow. A nightstand rested next to the bed with the lamp.
He pulled on my wrist and walked to the bed, sitting down on it and encouraging me to sit as well. I wanted to pull away from him and try making a run for it, but I knew I would never make it out. I sat on the bed with him noticing a five-gallon bucket near the wall opposite the bed. The walls were made of cement blocks and painted in the same gray color as the stairs we came down. The room smelled old and musty.
“Please just let me go. I promise not to tell anyone,” I begged. My voice was soft and my eye’s pleading.
“Shh, it will be okay, my dear, you only have to spend a little while here. There is bottled water on the shelf over there along with some snacks.” He pointed at the shelf on the wall near the television. “I know it’s not much to look at but you will be comfortable in here until I get back.”
He squeezed my shoulder and kissed the top of my head hard as he started to stand up. There were tears in my eyes as he looked down at me sitting on the bed in my bra and skirt. “Awe, princess please don’t cry, it will be okay. Trust me, I promise I will be back as soon as I can.”
He walked over to the shelf and retrieved a bottle of water. He offered it to me as he stood in front of me, holding out the water in one hand and digging in his front pocket with the other.
I took the water from his hand and held it in my lap.
He pulled out that little bottle of pills and opened them, holding one out in his palm as he had with the first one. “Take it, my dear. I want to assure that you rest while I am gone.”
I took the pill from his hand and placed its bitterness onto my tongue and then opened the water, drinking half of it.
He squatted down in front of me while his hands softly roamed my hips and thighs. He took the water from me and set it on the table with the lamp, and then pulled my hands into his while he looked into my face.
“Oh, my beautiful little princess, I can only imagine how you must feel right now. You are a scared little rabbit aren’t you? You want to go home, debate on whether or not to call the police, but feel a little perplexed on how to relate the story?” He chuckled sliding his hand up my left arm and onto my trembling shoulder as he stood up. “Lie down, precious, please, and get some rest while I’m gone.” He nudged me to lay back.
I pulled my feet up on the bed and laid my head on the pillow, turning on my side and drawing my knees up into myself somewhat, placing one hand under my warm flushed cheek. He pulled what he could of the blanket around my legs and mid section and then sat on the bed and started to softly stroke my hair.
“That’s a good girl.” He said softly, while he continued to caress his fingers through my long red hair, then my shoulder and my back. “Close your eyes, my dear.” He whispered.
I complied as a tear fell from the corner of my eye onto my nose. He sat there rubbing my arm and shoulder softly, the medication making me sleepy.
Chapter 2: Day one, the move.
When I woke up, he was gone. I looked at the water on the nightstand next to the lamp as I pulled myself upright, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed. I looked at the bucket and knew this was my only means for relief. I yawned and stretched my arms feeling groggy from the effects of a medication I was not use
d to taking. I washed the ill taste out of my mouth with the water, then got up and peed awkwardly in the bucket, never having had to relieve myself this way before.
I felt like I had a hangover as I sat back down on the bed. I rubbed my face and smoothed out my hair while I tried to collect my thoughts and wake up more fully. I pulled my wrist up to look at my watch, but it was no longer there. I sighed mournfully and lay back onto the bed, staring up at the gray painted ceiling. I wondered if my purse was still in the alley where it fell off my arm, as I was forced into this wretched place. Why had he taken my watch, and what was the purpose of the vaginal exam?
“Fuck,” I said, in frustration.
I pulled the blanket up around my bare shoulders and rolled onto my side staring at the bucket I had just peed in. I felt trapped in a bad dream and that, my only hope was to wake up and realize I was at home and that this was all just a nightmare, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
I sat back up, pulling the blanket with me. I scooted myself off the end of the rollaway and turned on the television hoping that it worked. The picture came in snowy and fuzzy at first creating an added flicker of light into the room. The sound came through clear but the picture remained mostly fuzzy. I turned the old mechanical dial on the set, hoping for a channel with a better picture on it. Local channel seven seemed to come in the clearest.
I sat on the floor in front of the television and started to read the titles of the books on the shelf below. One of the morning talk shows was playing and I knew it had to be around 10:00 am. I looked for titles on the VHS tapes but they were all just blank. I looked for the VCR but there wasn’t one, so I listened to the talk show as I got up and took another bottle of water from the shelf, along with a small package of trail mix. I sat back down on the bed and nibbled at it.
I played out scenarios in my head of what would become of me when he came back. It occurred to me, that he had not raped me the night before only because he wasn’t sure if I had any diseases. My hands became cold and clammy as my mind raced with the possibilities of him coming back, raping me violently on that table. Another possibility was that he might hold me hostage for as long as he wanted and use me anytime he wanted a thrill.
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