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I arrive at the bar a bit early for the dinner with my friends so I head to the bar. It’s not very crowded and I pick a spot at the bar where I’ll be able to see my friends when they come in.

It’s girls night and we have been meeting once a month ever since we graduated from college about 5 years ago. We are all fairly attractive and we used to talk about our latest, sexual conquest and see if we could get guys to buy our drinks. These days most of them are married so they like to hear about my latest date. Did I fuck him? Did he have a big cock? After a few minutes of living their life vicariously through me the conversation turns to their jobs and more recently their kids. They complain that sex has become boring but most agree, that’s the trade off for a stable relationship.

I order a vodka tonic and scroll on my phone. Looking up from time to time to check on my friends arrival. I go back to my phone and feel someone sit next to me. I don’t look up but feel annoyed. There are plenty of open stools at bar! I can feel that they are looking at me so I turn and see who it is. It’s an older, slightly built man. Balding with thick glasses and too much cologne. He brazenly gives me a once over, spending considerable time on my chest.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just you’re a beautiful woman. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Thanks, but I’m married” I lie

Thankfully, I see one of my friends come in. I throw a ten on the bar and excuse myself. As I walk away I feel his eyes on me. I turn back to look at him and he is looking at me. In fact he gives me wink that sends chills down my spine. I grab my girlfriend and ask if we can be seated. As the hostess leads us to our table the rest of the girls arrive and soon we are all caught up in conversation. I get that feeling again and when I look over at the bar the man is looking at me. He gets off his stool and makes a gun out of his hand and acts like he shoots me as he walks out of the restaurant. My whole body gets a chill and I get goosebumps. My friend Jenna looks at me concerned. “Stacy, are you ok? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“Yeah, I was at the bar waiting for you guys and this creepy guy was ogling me and wanted to buy me a drink. Luckily, Trina walked in and saved me. Then just now he got up to leave, turned to look at me and acted like he was shooting me with his finger! Sorry it really creeped me out. You guys complain about a boring sex life but I would love to get out of the meat market”

The girls all express sympathy and agree they don’t miss dealing with assholes. We change the subject and as we are paying the bill they all tell me they are walking me to my car.

I tell them I appreciate it but I can take care of myself. After all, I’m 5’11, 170 pounds. I’m at the gym 5 days a week and also take kick boxing. Being this tall, I learned early that I stood out. Having a chest larger than average didn’t help. Regardless, they walk me to my car and after scanning the parking lot they agree that I should be fine but to call one of them if I start to feel uneasy once I get home.

I moved out of the city years ago to a quiet neighborhood about 20 minutes from the restaurant. As I get out of the city and on the backroads that will take me home, I roll down my windows and feel the night air. The cornfields are so close to the road I can almost reach out and touch them. I turn on some music and forget about the creep at the bar. Suddenly, there are headlights in my rear view mirror and they are catching me quickly. I slow down and wave them around me. I feel a bit of relief when they come around to pass but that feeling turns to dread when they pull along side of me in a large black SUV with tinted windows. The driver doesn’t pass me but drives my car off the road. I’m screaming and hitting the brakes as my car goes flying into the cornfield where it hits a deer, the airbags deploy and my head hits the side window. The last thing I see before I pass out, is the face of the man from the bar, reaching in to pull me out.

I wake up with a headache. My shoulders hurt and I can’t move my arms or legs. Suddenly, I remember the wreck and the creep reaching for me. My eyes fly open. The light is bright and it hurts for a moment before my eyes adjust. I find I can only look ahead. Directly in front of me, mounted on the wall, is a large mirror. I look back at myself strapped down on a low metal table, about waist high. I’m stripped naked. That explains the pain in my shoulders and why I can’t move my limbs. I pull hard on the bindings and find they are quite worn but still snug. I look into the mirror and take in my surroundings. Concrete floor with a drain in the floor. Mostly bare concrete walls, except for a pair of shackles attached to the wall. In the corner I can see there is a utility tub fitted with a hose. Based on the look and smell, I figure I must be in a basement somewhere.

My shoulders ache and I try to move a bit so they don’t cramp. Abruptly, loud music plays and the door opens. I can tell by the cologne that my captor is the man from the bar.

“You piece of shit! Let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” I sob. Disappointed in myself at how fast I cave.

He grabs a stool, that must of been behind me and sits in front of me. I spit on him but only end up watching it hit the metal table I’m strapped to. He laughs.

“Let me explain the rules Stacy. Yes, I know your name. I know a lot about you. I also have your bosses and your mother’s emails.” He adjusts his glasses and reaches down and lightly brushes my check with the back of his hand. “First off, I will let you go. Eventually. And of course you won’t tell anyone because I have those email addresses. I also will have video of all the disgusting things you’re going to do if you want to go home. Now, you can play along and you will be home before you know it, or, you can be the stuck up bitch that I met at the bar and things will take much longer. Do you understand?”

“ I understand that you’re a fucking psychopath! What, did I hurt your feelings at the bar? Are you fucking twelve!” I fight the bindings.

“Have it your way.” He removes his belt and smacks my bare ass cheeks. He runs a finger down my spine then hits my ass with the belt again.

“Fuck you! Let me off this table and we will see how tough you are.” My ass is warm and I’m sure there are welts. He moves back to the stool and runs his hands through my hair, moving it out of eyes.

“Do you see how this is going to work? I would hate to send you home all bruised and broken. Actually, you will be but it’s a matter of degree.”

I close my eyes. Not giving him the satisfaction of feeding into his depravity. I hear the stool move and I expect to feel the belt. Instead, I feel his hands on my ass cheeks. He is squeezing them and massaging them. He works his down to my asshole. He spits on it and my body shudders. He circles my asshole with his finger. Coating his finger with his spit. Suddenly, he starts working his finger into my tight virgin asshole.

“Still nothing to say? At least I wet it for you. See, I’m no monster.” He pushes the finger deeper and starts to work in another one. “But see, I can be. If you tell me to fuck your beautiful cunt, I’ll stop with two fingers in your ass.”

The pain in my ass is unbearable but I’ll be damned if I’m going to ask him anything. I remain silent.

“Very well”

He gets both fingers in and now starts to pump them in and out. I let out a whimper and he smacks my ass. I must be bleeding because his fingers move more freely. Just as I think I can endure this he begins to work a third finger in. He is tearing my asshole apart. Tears stream down my face. I wonder if I’ll be permanently damaged.

“Ok! Ok! Stop!”

He stops thrusting but doesn’t remove his fingers.

“What are the magic words Stacy?”

I say nothing. He immediately smacks my ass again and pushes three of his fingers in.

I scream. “Ok! Fuck my pussy. Get this over and let me go.”

He removes his fingers and try’s to put them in my mouth. I press my mouth closed so he wipes them across my lips.

“See you can be reasonable. I do wish you would of licked my fingers clean though. We will get back to that later. Now let’s take a look at this cunt of yours. Do you know I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for months now. I saw you downtown and was captivated. So tall and full of confidence. I followed you home and when you went to work the next day, I installed small hidden cameras in your bedroom and bathroom.”

“You did what? You sick fuck!”

“ I have to say I enjoyed watching you get fucked by the large black gentleman. Good for you. Anyway.”

I watch in the mirror as he moves behind me. I now know why the table is so low. I feel the tip of his hard cock brush against my folds. He leans forward and starts kissing my sore ass moving to my asshole. He gently licks the rim and a shiver runs through me. I’m disgusted with myself as I feel my cunt betraying me. He slides his tongue into my ass as he runs his cock through my now moist lips. I moan. I fucking moan!

“There’s the girl I know! Pretend it’s that large black cock if that helps.”

He inserts his cock and slowly pushes froward. His tongue still in my asshole. I push my ass back into his mouth instinctively, cursing myself as I do so.

“Oh you like that don’t you? Before you leave you’ll love it, my fucking slut.”

“Just get this over with.” I can tell I’m now dripping as I feel fluid run down my leg.

“Patience, young Padawan.”

Apparently, he is out of patience as he thrust his cock into me. His balls slapping against me. He removes his tongue from my ass and grabs my hips. He only thrust a few more times before I feel him empty his load in me. He shudders and whimpers. He kisses my sore ass and slides out of me.

I’m relieved but conflicted. He’s taken me to the edge and left me there.

“Is that all you got? You go to all this trouble for two minutes?” I can’t help but laugh.

He walks up to me holding his limp cock, coated with his cum and my juices. He tilts his head and offers it to my mouth.

“Get that thing away from me. You fucked me, now let me go!”

“Here’s the deal smartass. You clean my cock with your mouth. And enjoy doing it. Or, I put four fingers in your ass. You didn’t seem to like three. What say you?”

I say nothing and open my mouth. It’s not like I haven’t done it before. In different circumstances I actually enjoy it. My musky flavor mixed with salty cum. Delish. I close my eyes and pretend he’s someone else and finish the job. My pussy is still aching which pisses me off.

“Well done! Now that didn’t hurt did it?”

He moves down to my cunt and looks at my engorged lips and clit. He brushes my clit with his thumb and I moan. Fuck me!

“Don’t worry. I’ve got something for this. You wait here.” He smacks my ass, laughes and goes out the door.

I struggle with the bindings and find they are looser than before. The leather looks old and if given enough time I maybe able to break free. Just then I hear him opening door. I look up in the mirror and see him leading a large dog into the room. My heart starts pounding.

“What the fuck are you doing? I fucked you and sucked your limp, disgusting cock! Let me go!”

He positions the dog behind me.

“Look, I’m just helping you out with your problem.”

He runs his finger through my still wet pussy and let’s the dog lick them clean. I watch in horror as the dogs cock slides out of his sheath.

My eyes go wide in horror. “No please! You can do anything. Fuck my ass but don’t.”

“I appreciate the offer of your ass, and don’t worry, I’ll take you up on that tomorrow. But settle down. You aren’t getting any dog dick tonight, although you may end up begging for it.”

With that, he leads the dog to my wet cunt and rubs it’s nose in it. The dog, clearly aroused, and already leaking fluid begins to lick my cunt. He runs his tongue through my folds and strokes my clit before repeating the process again and again. I’m moaning and squirming on the table. Trying to push my cunt back on his rough tongue.

“Good boy! I think she likes it! Get in there and finish her off boy.” The dog whines and is pumping into the air. More fluid shoots out and he develops a large knot at the base of his cock. “Don’t worry boy you can fuck her tomorrow when I’m done fucking her ass.”

I lay there mortified, and on the edge of an orgasm.

“Good boy! Eat my pussy!”

I’m a quivering mess when his tongue actually penetrates me. I shudder with my orgasm as the the dog continues to fuck me with his tongue.

“Good boy! I think she likes you. Now come here. We want her craving more”

I lay on the table spent and realize he’s never letting me go. He walks the dog over to the door and ties the leash to a hook.

“I think that’s enough for one day. You rest up. You got a big day tomorrow. Besides Sam here, we got company coming. I’ll leave Sam in here so you don’t get lonely. Night Stacy.”

As soon as he leaves I begin pulling on my binding. There is some give which frees some of the tension on my arms and shoulders. I lay there feeling the blood start to circulate. I look over to Sam who is watching me closely. So far he’s not barking and his leash isn’t long enough to reach me. My arm bindings are looser than my legs so I continue to work on them. I pull with renewed vigor and they give a bit more. After twenty minutes of pulling there’s enough slack that I can lift my chest off the table. I give another pull and I’m surprised when they don’t break but they slide up the table leg. I can pull them to the bottom of the table where I’m able to chew them. It takes a half hour but I’m through one of them. With my free hand I’m able to remove the other one.

The problem now is my legs. The way I’m positioned, on my stomach, I still can’t reach my feet. I begin wiggling my legs as hard as I can and get some slack but not enough. I can’t believe I’m this close to freedom and still can’t escape. I’m so angry at him and myself. How the fuck did I become aroused? Is there something I don’t know about myself.

“Fuck! Just get out of here. You can figure the rest out later.

I focus on my legs and soon the bindings are loose enough that I can pull then, along with my legs up to the bottom of the table where I’m able to undo do. I stand and almost fall. My legs are numb from not moving for so long. I let myself slide down to the floor and stretch my legs and massage them. Working the blood back into them. I stand and it hurts like hell but I endure it. I walk to the door and I’m worried about Sam. As I approach him he sits up and wags his tail.

“Good boy Sam”

I reach for the door and of course it’s locked. I have no idea what time it is but I figure I have a few hours to sleep before he returns. My only chance is if “company “ doesn’t come till later. I remove Sam’s leash and lean against the door and fall into a fitful sleep.

I’m startled awake by the lock being turned.

“Wakey wakey! I hope your ready for your big day!”

I move behind the door when he opens it. He sees Sam sitting there without his lease.

“What the fuck boy. How did you get loose”

I step behind him and place the leash around his neck and pull it tight. He struggles, but even in my weakened state I easily overpower him. I wait until he’s not struggling but still breathing.

“It’s my turn now bitch”

I drag him to the table, strip him and using the same bindings I arrange him on the table in the same way. I make my way upstairs and find my clothes. Once dressed I grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge and jar of peanut butter. When I return to the cell Mr. Creeper starts to stir. I grab the stool and sit in front of him.

He struggles and screams.

“You stupid cunt! Let me go or I’ll kill you.”

I walk behind him and smack his ass.

“ let me tell you the rules. If you comply it will easier for you. But it won’t ever be easy. See Tom, I know a lot about you. I know where you keep your recordings. I know your address. Now lay back and enjoy this. I know I will”

I take one of his socks and stuff it in his mouth. Then I move behind him. I open the peanut butter and apply a good dose on his asshole.

“Sam! Come here boy I’ve got a treat for you.”

Sam walks up, sniffs the peanut butter and begins licking it right out of Tom’s ass. As he licks I reach under and start pulling at his cock. Before long it slides out. Precum dripping from the tip. I stroke him long enough to get him worked up then grab his leash and pull his front legs up on Tom’s back. He immediately begins thrusting and with just a little help he finds Tom’s asshole. I hear a muffled scream and smack his ass. I watch just long enough for Sam to push his knot into Tom’s asshole.

I walk out of the cell and close the door. I leave out the front door just as my uber arrives. I motion to wait. I take out Tom’s phone and dial 911. Once the operator answers I tell her to come quick. I think someone is being raped in the basement. I set the phone on the front steps and walk to the uber.