Taken by a Stranger Ch, 01

You walk. Heels clicking on the pavement. The ramp is mostly empty. You round the corner to your car. There, next to it is a massive SUV. Now, why would someone have to park next to you when practically the entire ramp was empty? You shake your head and hit the remote button to unlock your vehicle. The lights flash. You step between the vehicles and reach for your door handle.

Suddenly, the rear door of the SUV opens in front of you. You stop short and freeze. A man steps out of it and grabs your arm. Your mind snaps out of its paralysis as you realize that he is wearing a mask. You open your mouth to scream, his gloved hand clamps over your face.

Without permitting you the chance to react, you are pulled forward and pushed into the truck. You scramble for the other side, but find that it won't open. Must have child locks. You start to feel like a helpless little girl. You look around in panic. It's one of those big monsters that normally has a third row. It's missing. Instead, there is some type of mattress or cushioning covered by sheets and pillows littered around the sides.

Since you are looking in that direction, he grabs your head with one hand and pushes you there. His other hand strips your purse from you and throws it to the front of the vehicle. You fall onto the cushions and he falls upon you from behind, wrestling with you to remove your coat. You feel his forearm on the back of your neck, pinning you to the sheet beneath you as his other hand successfully pulls the coat from your arms. Face into the cloth, you inhale the scent of old sex, juices leaked and dripped to the fabric beneath you. You realize that portions of it beneath your hands are stiff from the residue.

You are turned over, kicking and scratching, to no purpose. He vastly overpowers you. Straddling you, he grasps your wrists and locks each into a cuff that appears to be embedded into the cushion, likely a part of the truck. You can't escape. You scream. A large round object is forced into your mouth. Your eyes go wide and you start breathing through your nose. You try to push the round rubbery tasting thing out, but the man is now pulling straps behind your head and buckling it into place.

Something shiny flashes in front of your eyes. A knife! Images of your murdered body flash through your mind. He pulls your nice silk blouse away from your body and slits it up the front. Your bra meets a similar end. He removes your belt. You start kicking. He looks at you with cold eyes and says "If you wanna get cut, bitch, keep it up." You stop kicking. The knife slides down the legs of your slacks. Snick, snick. The elastic hip bands on your thong are unceremoniously cut and he pulls it from between your legs. Your pussy is exposed to him.

He sits back and looks you over. "Nice, very nice. You take care of yourself Heather." He knows your name. Oh, god, how long has he been watching you? How long has he been planning this?

He pulls off his shoes and pants and moves between your legs. You are dry, you know it and he knows it. He produces some KY. Prepared...you idly wonder if he was a Boy Scout. He coats your pussy, the cold gel and his rubbing is a nice start. Perhaps this won't be as painful as you thought...though it would have been easier for him to coat his cock.

He slaps his hard cock against your pussy repeatedly. MMMM, you actually like that sensation. He rubs the shaft up and down between your lips. You know you are starting to get wet. He lifts the bottom of his mask and sucks on your nipples, pulling them erect. Oh, Yes.

His mouth moves to the sides and underneath your breasts. He sucks at your flesh, almost painfully. You know he's leaving hickies. He moves to your neck and shoulders, marking you there as well. Slowly, he shifts his cock and pushes the head into you. It feels good. He's moving slow. You are enjoying your rape. Gradually he increases in tempo, plunging in and out of you, forcing you to enjoy your own violation. All too quickly, he cums, leaving you just short of satisfaction. His spent member slips from your slick lips. He puts his clothing back on and then throws some blankets and bags on top of you. You worry about being able to breathe.

His muffled voice comes to you through the obstructions "Let's go home Heather, we have a lot of things to try."

You feel the vehicle start and begin moving...