"I said, those are nice shoes."
"Oh, thanks!" Sam smiled. Her bright pink running shoes had glittery laces and often drew compliments. The older guy with the beard wasn't even the first one at this 5K event to say something. They were both stretching in a little grassy area with other finishers.
"This might be an odd question, but do you have a running blog?"
"Yeah, I like to keep track of my stats. But--"
"I knew it! Sparkle-Toes, right? On Tumblr?"
Sam just nodded, shocked that anyone would recognize her by that. She only posted pictures of her shoes along with stats for her runs, and her handful of followers were spambots. It had started as a way to motivate herself after a bad break-up. Now she found herself agreeing to go get coffee with the guy, who introduced himself as Joe.
"I'm parked a couple blocks away," she told him. "I can follow you to the place if you want."
"Sure! I'm parked right at the bottom of the hill. Want a ride to your car?"
This seemed innocent enough and Sam agreed. They retrieved their bags and phones and headed down to the edge of the park to the blue hatchback he pointed out. He opened the door for her, all gentlemanly. She thought he was going to buckle her in, too, but then came the slap.
"No, shut up." His hand was on her mouth. "Not a word, or I'll hurt you." He grabbed wraparound sunglasses from the dashboard and settled them on her face. The insides were completely blacked out. Packing tape on her mouth and then zip ties securing her wrists to the seatbelt. Fingers grabbing the back of her head, kisses rained on top of it. "Be a good girl."
Sam's mind was whirling as the car started up. He had music playing, but she didn't think to keep track of the songs. She couldn't tell how far they were going or what direction. There was a stretch on a freeway, maybe? And then the light leaking around the glasses was gone as they pulled into a garage and the engine stopped.
Joe didn't say anything, just took the glasses, clipped the ties, pulled her out, and then she was stumbling into a house and down stairs. Past furniture and bookshelves, past a table she bumped her shin on. But he was pushing her forward, no time to pause. And then a door slammed and they were in a dim room with no windows. Just string lights that barely illuminated what was on the shelves, the--
Sam didn't want to look there, she didn't want to see the manacles bolted to the wall or the- the bench thing--
Or the futon bed with all the chains on the frame, that Joe was pushing her down on. She tried to fight him when he started tugging her pants down, but he just laughed and punched her in the side of the head. Her pretty running shoes were tossed against a wall, and then he pushed her shirt and bra up over her head, up her arms. After some little clanking noises, her hands were secured up there.
And she was totally exposed. Naked. Trembling.
Joe stood over her, visibly enjoying himself as he rubbed his crotch. He undressed slowly, letting her watch. He was muscular. No six-pack or anything, but big arms and shoulders. Dark body hair going down--
No, Sam didn't want to look at his cock.
He kicked off the boxers and knelt astride her body. She tried to roll away, tugging at her wrists, but she was caught and it was useless.
Hips circling lewdly, Joe was rubbing her breasts. "Fantastic body, nice and tight. I'm going to really enjoy doing this. Aren't you excited? Oh, the tape. Here, no one can hear from outside this room anyway."
Sam tried to scream but couldn't seem to catch enough breath. He chuckled and pushed her legs apart.
"Oh that's nice, so pretty." He bent down and licked her several times. It wasn't sensual or like he wanted her to feel good. It was more like licking it to claim it. And then he spat on it.
"No!" yelled Sam, thrashing and trying desperately to pull her legs away.
"Yes." Then he was above her, on her, and the tip was at her entrance. She was saying no but he kept sliding his cock in. Slowly, in and out. He moaned in pleasure when she gave up and went limp.
"I knew you'd feel so good. Nice tight little pussy, wet little fuckhole for me. Have you had a lot of cocks in here, little whore? Cocks up inside this pussy? You aren't a virgin, but it feels nice and tight."
Sam laid there, shaking her head sometimes, while his degrading commentary washed over her, feeling herself getting warmer and wetter for his invading cock, willing herself to stillness, not wanting him to know.
"Good girl, just lay still and take it. Take my dick inside you. Let me jack off using you." His thrusts were harder now and he was grunting. He pressed his cheek against hers for a moment, then looked at her with an evil grin. "Don't cry." He licked tears off of her, then started fucking her a little faster, pressing her clit, making her pant.
"I know you want this, bitch. You want to get tied down and fucked and used. You know you're a little cocksleeve, a cum rag. You rub this dirty little pussy every night hoping to get raped. Just get used like a whore, take my cock-- take it-- take it, bitch!" He went rigid above her, while he came and his cock pulsed, emptying into her. She writhed under him, ashamed at how hard she had come when he did.
After, he freed her wrists and she sat up, accepting the big bath towel he draped over her shoulders, and the bottle of cold water. "Why did you take me?"
"You never asked if I have a blog on Tumblr."
"I do. I post a lot of dirty, kinky stuff on it. And lately, you've been liking a lot of it. Not just my posts, either."
Sam's jaw dropped. "You can SEE that?"
Joe laughed. "Mm. And so can anyone else, dummy. Now, how about a shower, and then I think I owe you coffee and lunch."
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