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roleplay/story idea, (coercive, forced, kidnapp, prisoner, free use)

She looked so vulnerable, cold and wet, without shoes in a dress that appeared to be torn, waiting in the bus shelter, it was 2am, and there were no buses for least 4 hours, what sort of man would i have been, to leave her there, for someother cunt to exploit her, no, this was my golden opportunity and i wasnt gonna pass it up, time to turn on the charm, and see if i can get her in the car……

-“Hiya love, its a little late to be out waiting for a bus in the rain isnt it ? the next buses doesnt arrive til after 6, im heading south, can i give you a lift ?”

I ask her, looking her up and down, shes obviously been in some kind of altercation, her blonde shoulder length hair was messed up, barefooted and the dress had seen better days, and it was clear she had been crying by the streaks of black mascara running down her cheeks

-“Hey love, can you hear me ?”

She lifts her head, and stutters before muttering a few words im unable to hear…. i turn the radio off…..

-“Your gonna have to speak up, i cant hear you over the rain…. i said, the next bus isnt for over over 4 hours, can i give you lift, im heading south, i really dont mind, your gonna catch a serious cold if you stay out here til then”

Again im met with just a few mumbles, so i get out the car and approach her, to try and and coerce her into getting in thre car of her own free will…. i place my hand on her shoulder and she flinches, i can see shes paraletic drunk now im up close, and getting her in the car may be challenging physically, but mentally will be a doddle, i put my arm aroumd her and encourage her to her feet, and walk her towards the car, struggling to keep her on her balanced while i open the door, and bungle her inside, i allow my hand to brush along her bare thigh, raising her already short skirt a little, revealing a skimpy pair of pale pink cotton panties, barely covering her obviusly neatly shaven cunt, while attatching her seat belt.

-“Oh thank yoi mister your so kind im so sorry, i , i, i dont know why i…..”

She starts sobbing once again, but i just shut the door and make my way to the drivers side, locking her door from my control panel, before setting off down the dimly lit street………..

My mind wanders, turning my rearview to angle where i can see her thighs, her short black dress, barely covering the small camel toe bulge in the thin fabric of her underwear, shes barely even compus, and is muttering the odd word here and there, but its abundantly obvious she has no idea where she is, where shes going and certainly not what her future holds for her….
Its quite a drive to my place, having moved out to the country but still commuting to tne city. By the time im pulling up to my long driveway, shes fast asleep. I open the garage door remotely and drive inside, safe, secure and no one knows i have her, il wipe the footage from my security system, and any evidence of her arriving will be gone completely. Having been into the bdsm lifestyle for many years, and being quite wealthy, i have a dungeon set up in my basement, where ive hosted several swinging events and even rented out to a few porn studios for their own content, fully equipped, with everything ome could imagine, and this, this is where the innocent young girl is gonna discover herself waking, stripped to her underwear, bound, gagged and blindfolded, her only senses fully available to her are her sense of smell, and sounds, the sound of silence is all she hesrs, but the smell lesves her even mlre confused, leather and silicon

-‘Where am i, how did i get here’

She thinks to herself, afraid and disoriented.

Part two

I leave her there for several hours, just watching her on the camera system, while sending an email, to the manager of my business, stating il be working from home for the next few weeks and that all ongoing negotiations can be handled by him.
The first sound my new victim hears from her sound proof prison is the large metal door creaking on its steel hinges as it opens, and shuts, the sound of footsteps getting closer on the concrete floor followed by a familiar scent, fahrenheit, my aftershave,
‘That smell, what is it, wht is that familiar to me’
She wonders to herself, afraid of whats coming next…i dont speak, i just walk around her letting her feel my presence, the scent of my aftershave filling the room, and the sounds of ,t footsteps getting louder and quiter as i circle the flat wooden bench she os restrained too, her mind is racing, her heart rate inreased and she can feel sweat on her brow, the wondered of being raped is something she had often fantasized about, and the reality of it maybe coming true, now, has her mind petrified…..but her body is betraying her, she can feel herself, wet between her tightly pressed thighs, and knkwing this is conflicting, she feels dazed and confused more by her feelings right now, than the situation she has found herselt in.
I reach out and place a hand on her ankle while standing at the foot of the table, she flinches at my touch, unable to move more than a twitch in the bondage from which she has been placed, she thinks about trying to get a word of disapproval out of her mouth through her gag, but opts against it, and freezes solid while i trace my fingertips up her calf to her knee, and further, up over her thigh slowly workimg my fingertips inwards to her crotch, her breathing stops, scared that im going tomrspe her digitally, but just as i brush the tips of my fingers to the damp fabric, i pull away, lean into her ear and whisper…..
“Soon”

And exit closing and bolting the door behind me….. leaving her alone with her thoughts and the scent of my afershave

NSFW: yes

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