Taken Hostage

I was singing along to an old 90's rock song, in my little white Malibu. I left work early, Mandy said she was good to close the pub alone tonight. I came to a stop sign, 3 cars, too close together to proceed safely kept me there for a few moments.

Suddenly, the passenger door, kitty-corner to me was opened, a dark figure sliding in, my foot slid off the break for a split second, before I replaced it on the pedal. The stranger flew forward, quickly escalating the situation. I heard the door slam as a large hand grasped my mouth and the cool barrel of a gun pressed against my temple.

"You be good, sweetheart." A deep raspy voice came from behind my chair. "Drive." He ordered me, western accent thick in his voice. I took off, going straight.

The stranger reached into my purse, that sitting in the passenger's seat, and brought my phone out.

"SHHHH. Drive Girl!" He hissed at me and pushed the hand gun harder to my head when I panicked for my phone. "Give me your thumb!" He ordered, unlocking and flipping through my phone.

Through the rearview mirror I saw a black cowboy hat, with a bulls head decal and a ski mask pulled up to his eyes. He directed me to a motel nearby.

"Here's the deal, honey. You're going to go in there," he pointed to the front office, "and you're going to get us a room." He paused as our eyes met in the rear-view mirror, dark eyes surrounded by a black ski mask "and if anything goes wrong, your mother is going to get a late-night visit." He held up my mother's contact on my phone, her address listed below her number... "Understand?" I shook my head frantically. He wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs, clearing my smeared makeup. "Good girl, now go. Leave the keys in the ignition."

My hands were shaky and my legs were numb as I exited the car and walked to the front office. The lady at the counter looked tired as I walked in, flopping her magazine on the counter. She didn't say much as I checked into a room. $35 for the night. I gave her a panicked look as I left, but her nose was buried back in her magazine. I walked out, head down, tears returning to my eyes, as I walked back to the man in the driver's seat, the window was cracked. He didn't look up as he ordered me to get in on the passengers side. He told me to give him the key, and drove to the room. Hand back the key when we got there.

"Go unlock the door." He told me.

I got out and walked to the door, unlocking it with the key, the man was right behind me, following me into the room. My heart pounded as the door slammed and locked behind me. His mask was gone now, deep hazel eyes scrutinized me, wild brown hair decorated his crown, a short dark beard covered his masculine, boxy jaw. He was older, being bout 35, and wore a tan Carhartt jacket, a plaid button-up and jeans, with thick hiking boots on.

"Come here." He said, pointing to the bed in front of him, I sat where he pointed and he tied up my wrists and feet, putting duct tape over my mouth. He removed his jacket and took a seat by the window.

We sat in silence for what seemed like ages, his nose poked the rough the curtains watching outside. Sirens passing by several times, making my heart race every time, hoping they would stop outside the motel and save me.

I was about 4 feet from the phone. He was 10 feet away from me. My heart raced as I came to the decision to lunge for the phone and attempt to dial "911."

Big oops. His hand slammed the phone down in place before I could put in the first "1" and he threw me down on the bed like I was nothing.

"You little bitch."

He sat on the bed, I squirmed to the farthest corner of the bed, and he chuckled at me. "You'really too cute." His fist hit the wall beside my head, a loud thud, echoed throughout the room, and made me jump. His face was inches from mine, showing a golden tooth with a perl cross on it. "We're going to be in this room for a while, sweetheart. You may as well get used to it." He whispered in my face, I turned to the side, though it didn't help the fact that his masculine stench intoxicated me.

A rough calloused hand twirled a curl of my blond hair, holding it up to his nose and inhaling my scent. He let the air go with a big groan, expressing pleasure. I couldn't help but blush a little, knowing where this was going to go...

His hand started playing with the hem of my shirt, sliding up gently. I squirmed and screamed in protest. He held my nose, suffocating me with the tape over my mouth.

" Shut up. Do as I say, or I will hurt you. Got it?!" He let go of my nose after I shook my head rapidly. "Good." He said ripping the duct tape off my face and standing up. I leaned to the side gripping my burning lips and cheeks.

"Sit up!" He said and I sat up on the side of the bed, gripping my mouth, but allowing hime to unbutton my work vest, a soft blue button-up with the sleeves ripped off. He exposed my breasts, sliding his hand into my bra.

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?" He asked when I jumped and moaned in protest when his hand found my nipple. He squeezed my breast, "I want to see you. All of it. Take it off!" He flailed the gun around signaling to all of my clothes. He reached into his boot and pulled out a flask, stepping back and chugging. I hesitated, trying to figure out how to take my clothes off, bound, watching him down a couple ounces.

"TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF!!" HE pointed the 9mm at me again, yelling, impatient. I started crying again. "Ugh." He growled loudly. Grabbing my vest and ripping it down my still bound arms and ripping it in half.

He smiled with a firm chuckle as I sat with my breasts exposed, tears streaming down my cheeks. We sat there, he was grinning as he drank from his flask again, pointing the gun at me.

"What's your name?" He asked, whiping spilled alcohol off his chin and neck.

"Ellie-"

*smack* he smacked me across the face. Not terribly hard but enough to sting lightly.

"I saw your license, Sophie" He handed me the flask. "Time to start being honest!" He flicked the pistol upwards, gesturing me to tilt the flask up and I did... I took a few swigs of what I placed as everclear, (yuck) then he took it back and started talking again.

"You look like a good girl, do as I say and you'll get out of this." As he spoke, the buzz set in. "What. Is. Your. Name?" He demanded.

"Sophia Jean Walche." I cried, making him smile at me.

"How old are you Sophie?" He asked, still pointing the gun at my face, drinking from his big flask again.

"21..." I mumbled.

"Just my luck." He held the flask to my lips, "Tip up." He said, and I faced upwards, allowing him to pour the last shot of liquid into my mouth.

"Good girl." He said watching me gag and down the raw alcohol. "Take off those pants!" He pinched the material of my leggings, grabbing them at my hips, and ripping them down.

Hopelessly grabbing at them, I leaned forward, he caught me by the back of my neck with his hand, and forced his large tongue down my throat.

He smiled as I pulled away with a sound of disgust, "Sit still," he commanded me as he untied my legs and slid my leggings off completely.

My lower body exposed, he pinned me up against the back board of the bed, both of his legs pushing me up and open as he unzipped his own pants. He pulled his cock out of his boxers. I screamed as he started rubbing it against my clit. He grabbed a fistful of my hair in the same hand he held his gun in.

"Shut the fuck up Sophie." He said and continued to rub his cock against me.

He grabbed my bound hands, forcing them around his neck. I had nothing to keep my weight off this man as he pulled me on top of him, unable to stop the head of his cock that pressed against my threshold. He began to push inside me, causing my body to go limp, I looked as far to the side as I could, crying, till a finger slid beneath my chin, his fingers gripping my jaw, pulling my eyes up to his.

"You gonna scream?" His face was emotionless.

"Not unless you make me." Oh my god I was drunk... I even work at a bar and I don't drink this much ever.

He let out a laugh, spitting on his hand and reaching around my ass to lube my slit, he grabbed my ass to stabilize me as he pushed his cock into me.

"Mmmmmmhmmmm" a long deep groan rumbled his chest once his full length was inside me. My eyes were closed and my body was flashing hot and cold. He held on tight as he started trusting inside me, one arm wrapped around the small of my back, the other grabbing my ass, pushing me down hard on him.

He propped me up and squeezed my hips in his big hands, thrusting even harder inside me, I let out a little moan, looking away in shame. He laughed, fucking me hard.

His arm was around my back again, holding me against him and he sat up. "You little slut. You fucking love it, don't you? Look at you. You're body's all hot and flushed. You're so fucking wet right now." He pulled my face close to his "You love my cock, don't you? You love being my little slut-" my fingers made contact with his face, it was barely a slap, due to my hands still being tied but I instantly regretted it.

He shoved me off and into the mattress, and grabbed the rope that had bound my feet.

"You little bitch." He held the gun up as he sat on top of me, his cock in my face. He tied my hands up to the headboard above my head, and propped me up on a stack of pillows. "Suck my cock." He said shoving it in my mouth.

The head of his cock was pretty big, and he held the back of my head as he fucked my face. I tried my best not to gag and throw up, struggling to get any air I could.

"Roll over." He sad, and I got up on my knees, he spat on my pussy and shoved it back in, pounding me relentlessly. I started whimpering and he smacked my ass hard

"Are you going to be a good girl?" He said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and leaning over me.

"Yes." I whimpered, and he shoved my face back in the pillows, slapping me across the ass again, hard.

"Do you like my cock?" He said, still fucking me hard.

"Yes." I said again.

"Do you like being my little fucking SLUT??"

"Yes!" I cried out "I fucking love it!" He stopped pounding me, my pussy throbbing.

He leaned forward, "Good girl." He whispered massaging my breasts with his rough hands, playing with my nipples. "I want you to be a good girl, and now you will be. Okay?" I nodded, unable to speak. " Roll over." I did as he said and he untied my wrists, and slid my shirt and bra off completely.

He spread my legs, kneeling between them, pushing his cock back into my slit, thrusting slowly this time. He leaned over me, wrapping an arm under my shoulder and gripping the back of my neck, the other hand held the gun on the pillow, his fingers wasn't on the trigger, it wasn't pointed at me... half of me wanted to grab it and shoot him, to try and escape. The other half wanted to orgasm... His cock felt nice as he went slow, making me moan, and dig my nails into his back. He chuckled at me, picking up his speed a little bit.

He pumped inside me, the pleasure growing more intense, till I softly orgasmed, I didn't tell him when I did, but I think he knew. His speed picked up and suddenly his cock was lodged inside me, exploding with hot semen. I struggled frantically, but I could barely move as he held me tight, biting my neck till his orgasm was over. Our genitals pulsing against each other he laid on top of me breathing slowly, giving me one final thrust before pulling out of the mess he made inside me.

"Clean yourself up." He threw me a towel, "Can't have no kids to worry about once I leave the country."

I wiped the mess up and rolled onto my knees, unsure of what to do next. The man had removed his shirt, exposing the many tattoos that decorated his body. He laid down on the bed, pulling me up against him.

"Get comfy. I hate sleeping alone." He squeezed as he grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. He propped himself up on some pillows and I fell asleep on his chest.

When I woke up I was alone, the blankets were pulled up over my naked body. I quickly got out of bed, checking for any sign of him. My clothes were folded and put on the dresser, a stack of $100 bills sat on the table with a note that read:

"Yout can go to the police, but they won't be able to help you. Here's a little something for the car. Have a good life, Sophia Jean Walche."

Great. I get my car stolen and I got fucked by some criminal.