3 comments/ 37520 views/ 3 favorites Take Me Ch. 01 By: BasNoirs A cool breeze blew through my open patio door. I popped in my headphones, and scooted into the kitchen to tidy up. I had turned the volume up, to block out the sound of the water, as I washed my dishes. Reflexively, my hips swayed to the incessant thump of the bass line, keeping time like a metronome in short-shorts. In an instant, a black cloth shrouded my head. I dropped the glass I was washing, and only faintly heard it shatter against the porcelain in the sink; the tinkling sound grew more distant as the sound of my pounding heart became almost deafening. I froze in place. Before I could move, I felt a solid body pressed up against mine, his hips crushing mine in place at the countertop. "Not a fucking word." he commanded; his growling voice was imbued with a thick accent. Terrified, I complied. To my surprise, I was also a little excited. I felt the sack being tightened at the nape of my neck. It sent a tingle down my spine, and I struggled to catch my breath. He put his left arm around my slender waist, and yanked me back from the sink. Disoriented, I could only fall into him, and I felt his thickness behind my ass cheeks. "Don't move." he ordered. Then he was gone. It was suddenly very cold, and I was more frightened without him near me. He shoved a chair behind me, slamming it into my upper calves, and effectively knocking me into a seat. I plunked down hard and the sharp pain when I landed on the wood made me cry out. Swiftly, his hand was clutching my bare, slender throat. I could feel the heat of his face next to mine, as he tugged upward under my jaw. I knew my face was swollen and red; I could barely breathe. "Shut the fuck up." he whispered deliberately. He held me there for a moment, my head tilted back. And then I felt a soft kiss at the base of my windpipe. He choked me a little tighter, and then I felt his hand disappear. I gasped a deep breath involuntarily, and the sudden freedom was paradoxically terrifying. He pulled my arms forward by the wrists, and held both, tiny as they are, in one hand. I felt the coarseness of the rope slide from one to the other. He looped and encircled the rough tether around them, and tugged. My skin burned as the rope twisted and chaffed it. "Get up." I obeyed. I heard the chair slide back away from me. He grabbed my binding, and led me out my back door. I felt his hand on the top of my head, and simultaneously, the edge of his car against my ankle; I didn't sit, as much as I fell onto the seat. He latched onto one leg, then the other, and as he had one with my dainty wrists, he bound my feet together. As adrenaline surged through my system, I felt my pussy getting wet. Whatever he was going to do, I hoped silently that he'd fuck me first. He bent my legs up onto the seat. My shorts barely covered my ass, and the seam slipped between my wet lips. He ran his hands along the outsides of my calves, up over my knees, and along the tops of my thighs. He parted my knees with a softness that made my limbs go completely numb. His warm fingertips slid along my groin, and I was damp now, something I was sure he could easily see. I was embarrassed, but didn't dare to try to resist. His thumbs met just under my asshole, and he brought one up gently over my now aching pussy. I drew a short, faintly audible breath. He banged my knees shut, and let out a devious, quiet, chuckle. And then he was gone again. The door slammed shut. A few seconds later, we were moving. He didn't say another word the whole time he drove. My body lurched with the bumps and turns on the road, and I struggled to keep from falling onto the floor. We finally stopped. I heard him get out. The door at my head opened this time. My heart raced. I felt his hand brush my neck, and he drew the cloth up just above my mouth. He wrapped his right hand under the nape of my neck, and yanked upwards and back, forcing me to wiggle toward where he stood. He continued until my head dropped over the edge of the cushion. He lightly touched my lips with his fingers, caressing them; I could smell him, and the heat of his palm covered my nose. My pussy started to drip, and my hips arched back. Faintly, I heard his zipper; my lips, now dry, parted, and I breathed a little faster. His thighs were just beside my temples; I could feel him bring his balls down over my nose, still covered. He bent slightly, and rested them on my mouth. Instinctively, I kissed, and flicked the tip of my tongue forward to lick just a little. He moaned softly, and I could feel him stroking his thick shaft just below my chin, against the coolness of my throat. He drew back his balls, and bent forward, slipping his stiff cock past my chin, and letting the tip graze the base of my neck. He rocked back and forth, and reached down to stroke himself. As he did, his hand rode the edge of my face. He brought his cock back and then began to tickle my lips with his head. Take Me Ch. 02 "Suck my dick," he demanded, icily. My head dangled awkwardly, and I failed to get his head past my lips smoothly. It was a mistake I would not be allowed to make twice. "Stupid bitch," he angrily spat. Without warning, he shoved his middle and ring finger into my mouth. His fingers hooked my lower jaw, under my tongue, as he yanked up, forcing me to raise my head. My neck arched sharply, and my muscles strained to meet the height to which he lifted me, as my elbows dropped back to hold me up. Searing pain shot through me as he clenched his hand, and dug his nails into the tender lining of my now gaping mouth. "Don't move, whore." He released my jaw. I didn't budge. The freedom to move was gone, though every sinew in my body cried out for a moment's reprieve of this tortuous position. "Good girl." It was exhilarating to hear his compliment; to my surprise, my nipples stiffened under the thin cotton my tank top. His wrapped his right hand firmly beneath the nape of my neck, cradling it. Presently, he drove his cock forward; the tip pounded into the wall of my throat, and my body lurched as I suppressed a gag. Tears welled up in my eyes; I felt them trickle toward my temples in cool rivers along my hot skin. He slid his thumb forward, and pressed it onto the base of my windpipe at short intervals, cutting off air for a second at a time. Instinctively, I started to resist. I tried to pull back. My body tried in vain to curl up into a fetal position; the whole of me tensed. "Fucking ignorant cow!" he bellowed, with visceral frustration. He drew his now fully erect dick completely out of my mouth, and pitched my head aside, like so much filth. It clunked against the inner door panel, and dropped back into place. My pussy tightened, as he brought his face next to mine. I held my breath, and waited for him to speak. "Now, I will not be so easy on you." A cool resoluteness pervaded his words. He curled his hand fully around the sack and my loose hair within it. A few of the strands were systematically plucked from their follicles, sending a stinging sensation throughout my body. I winced and whimpered softly; my shoulders drew up and I brought my bound hands closer to my breast. "Turn the fuck over," he commanded, as he twisted his wrist and led my body, head first. My throat was extended in a corkscrew, as I worked to push myself up on my hands. Clumsily, I tried, but found that supporting myself was damn near impossible. I began to weep quietly at my own ineptitude; I suddenly appreciated the solitude of my hood. My right knee slipped off of the edge of the bench seat, and hit the carpet hard. I splayed on my belly, half-on, half-over the edge. The ropes on my ankles were rough, and the fibers pierced my flesh like tiny needles. Humiliated, I struggled; with my hands bound and beneath me, there was little I could do. He tightened his fist in my hair, and I felt my face contort in the blackness. "Bitch, can't you do anything right?!" he yelled with fervent exasperation. His face was almost directly in front of mine. I could feel spittle through the veil, and my ears rang as he shouted. He pulled my head up and forward, positioning me cruelly. My upper torso was largely unsupported by the way he held me. I pushed up on my constrained wrists. My back arched, though with warped elongation. My flesh stretched and muscles burned. He shoved his cock past my lips, and pressed his left palm on the side of my face. He circled his fingers around my ear, like a basket handle. He drilled his cock as far back in as my outstretched throat would take him. When I thought he could go no further, he pushed forward some more. My stomach heaved. Drool erupted onto my chin and his balls slapped into it. He groaned. I gagged, audibly. He moaned, drew back, and plunged in again. As he rocked his hips forward, he directed my head; soon, he was slamming my face down on his dick, as my saliva pooled in his pubic hair. I choked, he grunted, and pressed deeper. I writhed as he reveled. "Enough, cow." he said through gritted teeth. He withdrew, and pushed my face aside. I dropped over the edge of the seat, and onto the floor completely; I was so exhausted, I didn't even try to hold myself up. The door at my feet opened. I drew in a quick breath. Terror engulfed me. He was not alone.