Kidnapped, Tortured and Trained To Be A Slut – Part 1 – By Layla

Okay, so I read a lot of online erotica, I mean, a lot, haha. I have some fantasies that a lot of people would consider to be really fucked up, but that’s just me. I am 24 years old living in a small city in Devon. During the day, I work at a shop, and at night, I read erotic fiction oh and I masturbate, a lot.

I even tried writing my own story in the past but was too embarrassed to post it anywhere. Then I came across Master H and Punishment South West. It was the perfect place to send my fantasy, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it, and don’t think too badly of me.

It was late one night, and I was walking back from the shop towards my flat when a van pulled up alongside me. A man in a suit, very polite, asked me for directions. Now, I know what you’re thinking, “DANGER Will Robinson,” but he seemed really professional and genuinely nice. So, I stopped and tried to help him find the address he was looking for.

As we chatted, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different about him. He exuded an air of confidence that was both intriguing and slightly intimidating. Despite the late hour and the deserted street, I found myself drawn to his presence, hanging on his every word as he spoke.

His smile was disarming, with a hint of mischief lurking behind those charming eyes. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach as our conversation took on a flirtatious tone. It was as if we were the only two people in the world, lost in our own little bubble of laughter and shared glances.

As the rain began to fall, he cast a casual glance towards the sky before turning to me with a polite offer.

“Would you like a lift home?”

His voice carried a warmth laced with concern, drawing me in with its sincerity.

Typically, I would have hesitated, wary of accepting a ride from a stranger. Yet, there was something about him, something that ignited a spark of trust within me. Despite the faint whisper of caution in the recesses of my mind, I nodded in agreement.

I couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze lingered on me, tracing the contours of my body with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. As I settled into the seat, I noticed my skirt riding dangerously high. Normally, I would have adjusted it, mindful of propriety. But in that moment, the thought of him catching a glimpse of my panties sent a thrill coursing through me. I resisted the urge to tug it down, relishing in the exhilarating sense of euphoria that enveloped me.

We chatted for a while, continuing our playful flirting as as I guided him on the short journey back to my flat. Before long, he made his move, his hand finding its way to my leg, its touch sending a jolt of anticipation through me as it slid upwards. Instinctively, I found myself parting my legs, inviting him in further. Within seconds of him pulling the van to a stop, he was kissing me passionately, or was I kissing him?

His fingers swiftly found my panties and with a firm tug, pulled them down my legs. I gasped at the suddenness of his action, but he only kissed me harder, his desire evident in the intensity of his touch.

Within moments, his hands were all over me, caressing my body with an urgency that matched my own desire. My breath hitched as his touch ignited a fire within me, his fingers exploring every inch of my skin. I felt his weight pressing against me, his hardness pressing into my core, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat as I melted into his embrace.

Despite the lingering awareness that we were still in a public place, I found myself consumed by an overwhelming need for him. Yet, even in the throes of passion, a small voice of reason urged caution. Summoning all my willpower, I managed to resist the temptation to succumb to him right then and there. Instead, I composed myself enough to invite him inside.

He accepted my invitation, and I began to straighten my clothing. But as I attempted to pull my panties up, he interrupted me with a simple sound.

“Ah,” he said, holding out his hand in anticipation.

The confidence radiating from him ignited a fire within me. I felt compelled to slide my panties back down my legs, over my Nikes, and place them in his outstretched hand. With a grin, he confidently hung them from the sun visor above his head. Then, leaning over me, he popped my door open.

After he locked his van, my panties remaining on display, hanging inside, I led him into the building and up the stairs to my small flat, feeling his gaze lingering on my ass the entire way.

I inserted the key into my door’s lock, but before I could turn it, he spun me around to face him. Pressing me against the door, he resumed kissing me passionately. I eagerly reciprocated, and soon he was undressing me.

As I reached for the door handle, he stopped me with a low growl, ‘Not yet.’

Before I knew it, I stood naked on my own doorstep, with this fully clothed man I had just met. His hands roamed over my body, igniting sensations that left me trembling with desire. Each touch seemed to set my skin on fire, heightening the arousal coursing through me until it was almost unbearable. Oh god I was so turned on.

His hands pressed firmly against my shoulders, urging me down to my knees. It was clear what he wanted, and he wanted it now, right here on my doorstep. As he gathered my long blonde hair, I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. Then, he released his cock, and I gasped at its impressive length. With no time to prepare, he pushed it in, and I struggled to accommodate its size. Yet, he seemed to appreciate my efforts. I took his cock enthusiastically, working at it with a fervor fueled by passion and desire.

He leaned into me, forcing more into my mouth, my head firmly pressed against the door as he started fucking my face harder and harder, faster and faster.

“I’m close,” he groaned. “Take it all!”

With that, he thrust his large cock deep into my throat, cutting off my breath and making me gag. Each time I choked, he drove it further down, relentlessly. Despite not even knowing his name, the intensity of the moment heightened my arousal. I was being fucked in a way I had never experienced before, and I found myself loving every moment of it.

I felt lightheaded as my face was pressed against his pubic region. It was surreal, taking in every inch of his huge cock, deep into my throat. As oxygen became scarce, my head spun with dizziness.

As he reached his climax, he pulled out abruptly, his hot, sticky cum spurting all over my face, blinding me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of consciousness. With one final, powerful spasm, he released the last of his load, covering my face totally.

The world spun around me as I gasped for air and then everything went black.

–

As consciousness slowly returned, I found myself shivering on the cold concrete floor, gradually becoming aware of my surroundings. Tentatively, I reached up to touch my face, recoiling as I encountered the crust of dried cum, coating my skin. Memories flooded back – the van, losing my panties, the intense blowjob. Fuck my throat hurt, a stark reminder of the rough treatment I had endured.

With effort, I attempted to force open my eyes, but the darkness persisted, and I couldn’t even tell if I had managed to break through the crusty layer of cum.

As I shifted to find a more comfortable position, my hand brushed against something around my neck. Running my fingers over it, It felt metallic, a cold hardness. It was a collar. Confusion and fear crept in. What the fuck was going on?

Panic surged within me as I followed the chain attached to the back of the collar, tracing its path upwards towards the darkness above. My heart pounded in my chest at the realization that it was connected to something unseen in the black void.

With trembling hands, I reached out, groping desperately for any clues in the darkness. My attempts to call out were met with silence, the sound of my own voice echoing back at me, devoid of any response.

Awareness of my nakedness washed over me as the cool air sent shivers down my spine. Vulnerable and exposed, fear and helplessness gripped me tightly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I grappled with the terrifying reality of my situation – scared, alone, and trapped in this dark, unfamiliar place.

As my tears mingled with the crust of dried cum on my face, a small part of that crust began to dissolve, softening its grip on my skin. The stinging sensation spurred me to rub my eyes, the friction breaking through the barrier of dried cum.

As my vision slowly cleared, I blinked away the remnants of darkness, my surroundings coming into focus. The faint light filtering through a small barred window, high up in the wall illuminated my prison, revealing the stark reality of my situation.

I was in a dungeon, not one of the swanky BDSM dungeons you read about; this was a stone room. My collar was attached to a chain that was in turn shackled to a large hoop in the rocky ceiling.

The ceiling of the cell, like the walls, was rough stone, and the floor was concrete. The only thing in the room apart from me was a small plastic bottle of water next to a drain in the middle of the room.

I reached for the bottle of water, my hands trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. With careful movements, I unscrewed the cap and brought it to my lips, taking small, cautious sips. The cool liquid soothed my parched throat, offering a brief moment of relief amidst the turmoil.

With only a small amount of water left in the bottle, I decided to use it to clean my face of the remaining cum. Pouring a little onto my hand, I gently rubbed it against my skin, the water mingling with the crust and washing it away.

I had no idea where I was or what had happened, the last thing I remembered was him cumming over my face. He must have been the one to bring me here, to kidnap me. I strained to recall more details, but my mind remained frustratingly blank. Then, without warning, a shock coursed through my body, jolting me with unbearable pain. I convulsed uncontrollably on the floor, each spasm intensifying the agony.

After the pain subsided, I found myself once again enveloped in darkness. This time, however, I sensed something different—a blindfold tightly secured over my eyes. Instinctively, I reached up to remove it, only to be halted by the sound of his voice.

“Ah…” His command brought my hands to an immediate halt. Even in the darkness, I recognized him by that single utterance.

“The blindfold stays on for now, baby girl,” he warned, his voice carrying an air of authority and control.

He continued, obviously addressing someone else.

“You wanted a skinny blonde. Does she meet your requirements?”

Silence.

I sensed someone circling me, studying me intently.”Stand up, bitch,” a different voice commanded. I struggled to my feet, still feeling weak; I would have collapsed had the chain on my collar not started pulling me upwards.

“She is older than I hoped for. How long do I have her for?”

“Three months. You can do whatever you want with it for Three months, then she is to be returned to me.”

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