"I wouldn't bother pulling too hard; it'll only make the bounds all that much tighter, little girl."
A light flicks on, barely bright enough to see anything. I look down to see that I am nearly naked, except for my bra and panties.
"Who are you? What do you want from me? Untie me!" I demand, looking towards where the light has turned on. I can’t see more than a silhouette of the man.
"Given you are the one tied up, you aren't in any place to demand much, are you?" He speaks, calm, and relaxed, as he sits, watching me pull at my ties. “As to what I want from you, I want to use your body to my fullest desires, and I plan to do just that, whether you want me to, or not."
My eyes widen in fear as he speaks. How calm he seems, as he says this. Like this is an everyday occurrence for him. My mind still groggy, I shake my head, slightly, trying to clear it. He notices this.
"Don't worry; you just drank a bit too much last night. It doesn't take much for you to get a buzz."
As he tells me this, I try to remember the last thing I did last night, but nothing comes to mind. The thought of this scares me. What if he already violated me? Was this all just a game to him?
"Why are you doing this?!" I nearly scream out, though my voice sounds as though I have a frog in it.
"Relax yourself; you're getting worked up for nothing... And I'm doing this because I always get what I want, one way or another," he says as he stands up, walking towards the bed.
I can see him better now, but not fully; it's still much too dark. He has on a dark button up shirt and an undershirt. I can see the collar to it. He has on blue jeans, nothing fancy, though they fit his shape perfectly. He is pale and tall - really tall - or maybe that's just my perspective. His hair is dark blond; it is longer than most men would wear their hair, shaggy, but not messy. He is skinny, from what I can tell. I see no tattoos or piercings as I scan over him. His blue eyes look at me, almost doing the same as I am to him.
"Why me, though? How did you find me? Just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go," I say, while I pull harder at the ties, feeling them tighten, like he said they would if I did. I let out a whimper.
"Why you? Why not you? Look at you. You’re stunning and I want you. How I found you doesn't matter. The fact I did is all that is important. As for me letting you go, that isn't going to happen. I have yet to enjoy myself with you."
It drives me crazy how calm he is talking to me, but I am relieved to hear him say he hasn't enjoyed himself yet, but the word yet, is what scares me.
He begins to undo his buttons. I begin to scream, my voice still not working fully. I yank hard at my wrists which burn my skin, making me cry out more. Tears begin to flow now.
"Please just let me go!" I begin to twist and turn, my legs kicking as I beg to be let go.
"Not going to happen little girl, stop asking. You can yell all you want, no one can hear you. It's a great pleasure, having access to a cabin," tossing his shirt towards where he was sitting, he climbs onto the bed. His hands began to run over my legs, forcing them to hold still as I kick.
"Just relax, there is no point in fighting, you won't win. I'm sure your wrists hurt by now."
I glare at him, as I kick my legs towards him, hitting his shoulder, causing him to jolt, pushing him nearly off the bed.
"You want to get rough with me, little girl?! I'll show you rough!" He jumps back on the bed, pinning my legs between his, as he leans down and yanks my bra up. My breasts, full and firm, bounce out as he grips them hard in his hands. He pinches my nipples hard, not caring how much it hurts me. I cry out and my body goes rigid, I twist at my waist to free myself from his grip. My nipples harden to his teasing.
"Oh, what's this? You like the pain don't you, you little slut,” he smiles at me.
"No! Stop it! Get off me!" I cry out again.
"I'm going to have to respectfully say no to that,” he says sarcastically, like I have a choice.
He caresses my hardened nipples in his palms, keeping them hard. He barely touches me. He is ready to devour me, but wants to take his time with me, to touch and feel every part of my body. I twist hard again at the hips, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, he tightens his thighs around me.
"You're going to give me trouble, aren't you?" He asks.
"I am not going to just give myself to you, just because you want me to. You get me drunk, basically kidnap me and refuse to let me go!"
"Mmm that is such pity. You'd enjoy it if you just give in, I know you would."
"Like hell, I would!" I scream. "Now let me go, damn it!"
"If you don't stop screaming, I will gag you. You want that, you whore!?"
"No! Don't gag me, please," tears run down my cheeks, my face red as I cry.
"Good, now stop screaming."
I go still for a minute, feeling as though I have no hope at all. I close my eyes as the tears come faster. I feel him palming my nipples; they are hard, forced by stimulation, as I pull at my wrists, wanting to slap his hands away.
"Stop, please, just stop, stop touching me," I whimper and he suddenly stops, his hands move from my breasts.
My eyes flicker open, stunned that he has stopped. The smile on his face was like he had won a prize. He leans down, his hair around his face. He comes down and bites deeply on my neck, close to my collar bone, biting hard and nearly breaking the skin. He sucks hard on me, leaving his mark on me. I cry out in pain.
He slips a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, as he moves his lips down to my breasts. He kisses along my chest, until he reaches my nipples, which have softened a bit. He bites one hard, harder than on my neck. I buck wildly under him, crying out from under his hand while he bites my nipple. He begins to suck on my sore nipple, his free hand finding my other nipple. He pinches it hard. Just as hard as he sucks the other one, I can feel his cock hard against my lap. He keeps me in place, even as I twist hard against him, begging under his hand to stop. He stops, looking at me with anger.
"I thought you were going to behave!” He growls out. He climbs off me and the bed and goes to the corner. He comes back with a small bag and pulls out a gag.
"No, please don't!" I whimper.
"You've proven you aren't going to be good. I have no choice." He slips the gag around my head. My muffled cries, muted from the gag seem to please him.
He pulls out something else from his bag. I can’t tell what it is. I watch, crying out through the gag. I twist, trying to get loose again. He climbs on the bed and back on me. He grabs the items on the bed and clips them to my nipples; my eyes shoot wide open with pain. The sharp pinch on each of my nipples feels like fire.
"Mmm much better, now they won't go soft on me," he gives a cheeky grin, the joy evident in his voice.