I Managed

I was walking home after going over to my friend’s house when all of a sudden, a (hot) man starts following me. I slow down then pick up speed to see if he matches my pace. To make sure he’s actually following me and I’m not just being paranoid. But he does. I stop, turn around, and ask him why he’s following me.

He doesn’t answer but just grabs my arm. “Hey!” I shout. But whatever I do, he ends up taking me and throwing me in the back of the van, but not before tying up my hands and feet. I try to stay calm and see where we’re going, how many turns we’re taking, stuff like that.

After what seems like forever, the man finally stops the van and opens the doors, quickly blindfolding me so that I can’t see my surroundings. He lifts me up and starts taking me somewhere. I still try to remain calm and hope for the best, but can’t help but squirm a little.

The man stops and throws me to the floor, he kicks me hard enough to pass out. He then removes the blindfold and takes out a knife, coming really close to me. “Now, listen here, sweetheart. I’m going to do what I want to do to you when I want to do it. And I don’t want you being uncooperative.” He puts the knife under my neck.“You understand?” I quickly nod and once he leaves, I search around the room for any means of escape. All I see is a very small window.

He comes back with food. “Eat.” He says sternly. “It’s going to be a looong night.” I reluctantly eat the horrible food, knowing that he might do something bad if I don’t. Then, after I did, he gave me a pill and a glass of water. “Here, swallow this.” He commanded. I didn’t want to, but in the end, he stuffed it down my throat, and within minutes I’m passed out.

When I woke up again, I’m on a bed. I see the man coming in and quickly survey the room along with him, concocting scenarios that might aid in my escape.

He smiles seductively and walks towards me. I’m paralyzed with fear and don’t move from my sitting position on the bed. He sits on my lap, each leg on either side of me and he pushed me down, starting to give me light kisses on my neck. Then, he starts sucking on it, and I know he’s trying to give me a hickey. I try to break free, but he soon moves and starts to slowly leave a trail of kisses, heading towards my mouth. I try pushing him or moving out of the way.

He’s making out with me now and is really getting into it. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my lips, and I know what he wants. But I’m not going to do that. Then, he stops and sits up, sitting on my torso. He leans in and says, “Remember what I told you. You don’t want to face the consequences for disobeying me, do you?” I shake my head and he smiles again. “Good.” He starts making out with me again, and this time, when he puts his tongue on my lips, I give him entry, no matter how disgusting and revolting it feels (though he does happen to be a good kisser). After a couple minutes of this, he takes off his shirt in a frenzy. Then he takes off my leggings and is about to take off my shirt.

I try to break free and run, but can’t. He’s full-on back to making out with me, but with my shirt and pants off, he starts roaming around. I stay still and stiff, not knowing what to do at this point. Suddenly, he stops and says, “What’s wrong, babe? Not having fun yet?” I say nothing, knowing he won’t respond well with what I want to say. “Why don’t you smile? You look much hotter like that. It’s why I wanted you in the first place.” He puts his hands on my waist and slowly starts to go up, stopping right under my bra. “Oh. I get it. This isn’t stimulating enough for you, is it? Don’t worry, babe, it’s gonna get better soon enough.” He leans back in, making sure I can’t get up, and starts taking off my bra. I try to move away, even if I know it’s no use.

The man unclips my bra and grabs my breasts. I moan a little because he starts making circles around my nipples. Then, he takes off my underwear, making me blush and him hornier. He takes off his underwear and starts licking my vagina. Then he makes his cock go up and down, hitting it. He stops and licks it one more time. Then he goes to my face suck on my lips, and says, “Are you ready?” I know what he’s planning to do but am too afraid of what might happen if I refuse. So, I nod. He smiles and sticks his ‘thing’ into my vagina. Both of us are moaning as this is happening, me unintentionally. I hate it, but know I probably have to go through it to escape.

He ends up having sex with me. I don’t know what to think of it, but still just want to escape. He leaves, apparently to go see what he's gonna do with me. But forgets to tie me up. I use this as my opportunity to leave quietly out the window.

I'd managed to make it.