cw/tw: nsfw, non-consent, rvpe play
A girl, Kaycee, 19 years old, sits alone at a party. It's a college party, at some sorority house on a residential street. She appears shy, a bit nerdy, petite, with good posture.
Amongst the loud music, and myriad of college kids, she sees a middle-aged man, early 50's maybe, holding two red cups, walking towards the couch she is sitting on. "May I sit?" He's decent looking for his age, but not especially attractive. About 5'10, runner's body, lean and fit but not muscular. Glasses. Dresses like some of her male professors. "Sure, it's not my couch."
He sits down. "Do you belong to this sorority?".
She shakes her head, "No. I'm not in any sorority." "I had a feeling. You don't look like one of those type of girls. You look very mature for your age, an intellectual, I gather." She grins, flattered. "Yes, but my roommate says I'm boring and dull."
The man scoots over to sit a bit closer. "There's nothing wrong with being the quiet type." He smiles. "I'm Greg. Obviously I'm not a college student. I live next door. Sometimes they invite me here, I think so that I won't call the police if it gets too rowdy." They share a small giggle. "Of course I'd like to believe that I'm just that cool. Do you know all of these people?"
Not at all. I'm a freshman at this college. My roommate made me come to this stupid party. She said it'd be good for me to take a break from the books and have some fun. Maybe even meet a boy. And THEN she ditched me for a guy. She's my ride so until she comes downstairs, I'm stuck here. At a party where I know absolutey no one." Greg leans in "well now you know me". He shakes her hand, she smiles "I'm Kaycee." Nice to meet you Kaycee.
A quiet moment, awkward, only the music playing. Greg offers one of the red cups he's holding to Kaycee. "Hey, I went to go grab a couple of sangrias for my wife and I. I'm not sure where she went, hopefully not upstairs with some college boy. Here, why don't you try it? Very refreshing. Much better than this disgusting cheap beer." He gestures to the mostly full can of Keystone Light turning warm in her hands.
Kaycee accepts the the cup politely. "Thank you. This beer is disgusting. I've only had my parents’ wine when they were out of town." "This is just like wine but fruitier. Go ahead and try it." He assures her.
Kaycee takes a sip. It does taste sweet. And it doesn't burn the throat like wine often can. This is the best alcohol she has tried. She smiles. "Thanks so much, it's really good. I think I'm a sangria fan now. Technically I shouldn't be drinking because I'm below age." Greg smiles, "nonsense, you're an old soul, trust me, I can tell". He winks at her. She's again flattered that this adult sees her in such a light.
Kaycee looks around the room, people everywhere. "Where did your wife go?" Greg searches around "I don't know, I wonder who will be back first, my wife or your roommate. I guess we'll see!" Greg motions to clink red cups and she obliges. He smiles big "Cheers", and takes a large gulp from his drink, Kaycee follows suit.
Greg starts asking Kaycee questions about school, and as Kaycee starts to answer, she notices that she's feeling off. She can't remember what she was talking about and is becoming dizzy. Her head swings a bit loosely on her neck, her eyes widen as she attempts to steady herself.
Greg, concerned. “Are you ok Kaycee? What's wrong?"
Kaycee is feeling confused, and suddenly very tired. Like she wants to lie down. But she's also scared of what is happening. "I don't know what's happening. I'm not feeling good. Maybe I had too much to drink. Oh god I hope I don't throw up. That'd be so embarrassing." Greg scoots all the way over next to her. "Oh my. Yes you're not looking good at all. Don't worry about getting sick. Let's get you outside. Some fresh air will help." Greg stands up and pulls her toward him. She can hardly walk so he puts his arm around her waist and helps her towards the front door. "It's ok. I have you. Easy now. Watch your step."
Greg helps Kaycee out the door and down the front steps. "You see? A little fresh air helps immensely. Hey. How far away do you live, I think we should get you home. Do you live on campus?" She nods, slurring "building 5, room 203." Greg starts helping her towards his car. A white Toyota Camry. Once he sits her onto the passenger seat, she feels herself sink into the car, like gravity owns her. Her eyes are so heavy. Greg gets into the driver's seat and starts the engine. "Let's get you somewhere safe, little girl." He pulls away from the sorority house, the radio is playing classical music. The last thing Kaycee notices before passing out is that they are driving the opposite direction from her college dorms.
Kaycee slowly gains consciousness, its pitch black. She feels out of it and tries to get her bearings. She can't see anything. She wonders if she's in her dorm room. Suddenly she realizes that both her arms and legs are BOUND. She's lying on her back. Can't move her arms at all, they feel cuffed to something. Her legs are spread completely apart by what feels like a bar tied to both her knees. Her legs bent, ankles are strapped against her thighs. There's something wrapped around her neck. Tight, but thankfully she can still breath.
Despite still feeling groggy, she feels a rush of panic overcome her. She tries to scream but notices that her cries are just muffled sounds. Something is in her mouth that she's not able to spit it out. If she's in her room then someone in the hallway might hear her and help. She continues screaming for someone, anyone.
"Shhhh", a voice whispers, a hand on her bare thigh. "Calm down little one, everything is ok. We're in a basement, no one can hear you, so calm down." She continues to cry out, and is startled by a firm slap to her face that stings her cheek. She cries out in even louder stifled screams. The voice rises higher than a whisper now. "I told you to calm down. You're going to need to learn how to be a good girl, Kaycee. Because so far you're not impressing me at all, and when I'm not impressed, I can get a bit stern. You don't want me to be stern with you, do you now?" KayCee shakes her head no and tries to quiet her sobs into small whimpers. She recognizes the voice now. It's Greg from the party. "Greg?!" She thinks to herself. "That kind older man? It can't be him. Why would he do this to me?" She remembers now...the sangria. She had only started feeling bad right after she drank it. Understanding that he intentionally drugged her is even more terrifying.
"I have you blindfolded, but I'll describe my basement to you to paint the scene. Concrete walls, small sound-proofed windows, lights and a camera, and many many toys at my disposal. We're going to have a bit of fun, you and I. You're already in school, but I think you would benefit by learning a few things things not taught in books...or at least not in college books. You’re not the first, and won’t be the last.”
"I knew when I saw you sitting there alone, that you were the perfect choice for this evening. So young and innocent, an unsullied beautiful. Now Kaycee, I have to admit that I told a few small lies. I'm not married, not anymore at least. Funny, I actually have a daughter around your age who is also in college. My name is not Greg, that's probably obvious by now. And I don't live next door to that sorority.
What I noticed years ago, is that on almost every weekend, that house is full of dumb drunk boys and girls who are drunk and oblivious to anything happening around them. They may think it odd that a man my age is there, but they're too busy trying to get their genitals wet, to waste any time bothering with me. So, on choice occasions, I stop in, I try to not draw much attention, and I wait until someone just like you comes along. Cute, alone, naive, and…stupid. Yes I know I told you that you're an intellectual old soul, that was another lie I suppose. Your type is always so dumb that you'll drink what I offer you without question. And then we end up here. Don’t we."
Kaycee feels the hand on her thigh slide up her stomach, up and over her exposed small breasts, all the way up to her neck, joined by another hand, clasping. Kaycee now senses that her body is fully nude. The hands tighten, she can barely breath and feels a head rush. "Be a good girl for me now. I don't want to hurt you, but whether I do is up to you."
His hands slide down to her tits, squeezing hard. Too hard. She tries not to react. "I took the liberty of applying some lipstick on you while you were taking your little nap, a lovely shade of red I assure you. I put your hair in pigtails, and I shaved your little pussy, it's so smooth now. You're welcome.
Kaycee, I want you to stick your tongue out for me now." She freezes, what is this about? A hard slap on her face, even harder than before. Trying not to cry out but tears run down her face, she sticks her tongue out. "More, more, all the way now. Good girl.
Wow, you are just the dirtiest whore, aren't you." Through the blindfold she faintly notices a flash of light. He's taking pictures. "Yes, that's it." Another flash. One hand slides up to put two fingers into her mouth. Almost instinctually her mouth closes around them, she wonders why she responded like that. Another flash. The fingers reach the back of her throat. She gags, causing even more tears. Luckily the fingers soon withdraw.
Both hands go back to her tits. Out of nowhere, pinching and twisting her nipples with great force. The burning pain lights up every nerve in her entire body. It's excruciating! She realizes that no one has ever even touched her nipples before, and now they feel like they're on fire, causing a fire alarm going off in her head. She writhes, unable to control crying while also trying to keep her whines repressed as to not provoke even more punishment.
"Good. You seem to love this. I knew you would. A slut like you loves whatever I do to you." While pinching her nipples, she feels him maneuver his body, and his head is between her legs. Out of nowhere, something wet runs from the bottom of her pussy to the very top. She hears him lip smacking. "Mmmm, that's delicious." It's his tongue, she realizes. His tongue now back, exploring her pussy, inside and out, lashing against her clit. She hates that this is happening, it's so violating, but she also can't help but notice that the sensation itself is not bad.
Kaycee had secretly watched internet porn while living with her religious parents. She always wanted to do the things she saw, but her parents didn't allow her to date, and plus she was so shy with boys. No one had ever touched her pussy except for her. And now a total stranger has his MOUTH on it. This can’t be happening. She feels the tongue shoot deep into her exposed hole.
By reflex her hips buck once. "Mmmmm, it looks like someone likes having their cunt, tongue-fucked. You dumb dirty whore. I'll bet you used to stick your mom's toys into your slutty little holes, didn't you?" Kaycee realizes he's right, but how did he know? Her mom kept a vibrating Rabbit toy in her dresser, and whenever her parents were away, she would use it while watching porn. Dirty porn. The kind that exploited young women. Slapping them, face-fucking until they gagged, cumming on their face, so many fascinating indulgences. She feels the man insert a vibrating object into her pussy. It's not painful at least. That went in easily. Yes you are definitely not as innocent as you pretend to be.
“Oh no", she thinks as she feels something small and hard press against her asshole. She resists. It presses harder. She can feel it going in despite her clenching until it quickly pops in. She whinces. "Oh yes. You love your toys don't you."
Kaycee, still terrorized noticed and hates how much this is physically starting to feel better and better with each passing minute. Her fright is becoming mixed with arousing sensation. Even her nipples, still sore from the pinching, now feel warm, tingly, and more alive then ever. She tries her best to stifle any sounds, and keep her hips still, as to not reveal any pleasure to him.
"Uh oh, wait a second… It looks like someone is wet! Oh yes, that pussy is absolutely drooling. Such a good girl, you’re responding beautifully.” She feels a tongue lap between her legs. "That taste is exquisite. Here, you really should taste it." He takes the ball gag out of her mouth. She feels his lips press against hers. She can taste herself on them. It's sweet and salty. His tongue against her lips, she wants to keep her mouth closed, but for somehow opens and allows his tongue to explore her mouth. She feels his hot breath against hers. The gag goes back on. "You're starting to impress me, little girl".
Something is lightly flogging her inner thighs and pussy now. It hurts. Snapping sounds. Leather maybe? Kaycee never thought that pain could feel good, but there's a rush of blood going to her hole every time the whip makes contact. The whip makes the vibrator so much more intense. The whole area turns warm and sensitive. She squirms and hears herself release muffled moans that build.
"I knew when I saw you, that you would do so well for me. I saw something longing in you. Life doesn't have to be dull, even though it's good for you to be quiet, like you are now." She senses that the warm tingly sensation in her body is growing. The flogging ceases, now a large object is pressed against her pussy. It begins to vibrate at an overwhelming intensity. By instinct her hips instantly begin gyrating, slowly at first, gradually increasing speed.
His hands explore her entire body. It feels slick like he is spreading oil all over her, massaging it into her muscles and skin. Rubbing it into her nipples, around her neck. The vibration of the object against her intensifies even more. She finds herself somewhere between numbness and ecstasy.
She can feel her sexual juices run from one hole down to the other, and then down to where her ass meets the bed sheet. It's becoming completely soaked. The overwhelming intensity soon turns into extreme pleasure and euphoria.
She's had orgasms before. She can tell that she's about to cum hard, which scares her. Her pussy is on the verge of contractions. But she's about to cum with a stranger who kidnapped her! This is not how she wanted her first sexual experience. She’s not even sure she’ll survive the night. Is this her body betraying her? Just when she can feel the orgasm coming on; her quickened breath, building moans, beads of sweat covering her body, warm tingles from head to toe, completely lost in the sub space, a dumb doll on the very edge.
The kidnapper removes the large vibrating object from her pussy, along with the vibrator unit from inside her. The orgasm denied, the climax broken. She is a mindless, melted mess, is in utter agony. "Please" she tries to say with the ball gag still in place.
"No, my dear. You will cum when I say you can cum. You'll have to earn my permission. And besides…the night has just begun.”
