Part 1

The man who kidnapped me, the stranger from the Internet, stood before me. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, a palpable mix of rage and fear.

“Glad you finally woke up, stupid bitch,” he said with icy disdain.

“Let me go! This isn’t funny,” I begged, agitated and desperate.

“A game? Did you really think I’d let you go home? Where else would I find a whore crazy enough to enjoy what I did to you? I can’t believe you were so stupid to let yourself be tracked,” he replied with a cruel smile.

“You tricked me, bastard,” I exclaimed in fury. “You didn’t say anything about kidnapping me, and your cock doesn’t look like it does in the picture. This was your plan all along.”

He stepped closer, his gaze growing colder. “Don’t get it twisted; this was always the plan. The picture I sent you was just a trap to make you trust me. Did you really think it was real? Didn’t it occur to you to search for it on Google?” he said, beginning to laugh mockingly.

I felt completely humiliated and ashamed. Anxiety filled me as I realized how naive I had been. I was so eager to live my fantasy that I forgot to verify something so crucial.

“No, no, don’t be sad,” he said, mocking my situation. “An idiot like you wouldn’t have opportunities out there, but down here you’ll be useful.”

“Go to hell, bastard! Let me go!” I shouted, desperately pulling at the chain around my neck and glaring at him with rage.

He began to laugh at my futile attempt to escape. “Calm down,” he said with a sadistic smile. “We’re going to make your fantasy come true.” As he undressed, despair washed over me. I began to struggle, trying to remove the chain from my neck, tears in my eyes. “Please, stop,” I begged through sobs, but he didn’t care. He approached me as I backed away, curling up against the wall. He grabbed my face with one hand and looked into my eyes as I sobbed in terror.

“You wanted it to be real,” he said before slapping me hard across the face. I began to tremble in fear. He grabbed my face again. “How cute, look at you tremble, pathetic bitch,” he said before shoving me to the floor. I tried to get up, but his weight pinned me down. He completely subdued me, holding me by the hands. I started to scream and struggle, but it was useless. He penetrated me without warning, forcing his cock inside me. A scream of pain escaped my mouth, and my pussy, already bruised, twisted in agony.

He leaned in close to my ear, crushing me with his weight as he leaned over me. I could feel his warm, nauseating breath as he cruelly whispered: “Let’s make it real,” before beginning to thrust, fucking me on the cold basement floor, which scraped against my skin. I screamed in pain and helplessness. That feeling of helplessness consumed me as he used me without me being able to defend myself. Then, shame washed over me as I felt my pussy begin to get wet while he continued to penetrate me mercilessly.

“Wow, I knew it would be like this. You really are a dirty bitch,” he said with a malicious smile upon noticing my increasingly wet pussy.

“No, you’re wrong,” I murmured weakly, trying to hold on to my dignity. But he just laughed harder, enjoying my desperation.

I tried to defend myself, but my body wouldn’t respond, only trembling with fear. My eyes began to fill with tears as I sobbed, but my pussy kept getting wetter. I could feel the moisture dripping shamefully, each drop stripping away my dignity, thrust after thrust. I kept crying, but he thrust into me in such a way that I couldn’t help but let out a moan. He started laughing mockingly, embarrassing me even more.

“Come on, moan like the bitch you are,” he said, laughing as he continued to penetrate me, increasing the intensity with each thrust.

“Fuck you, bastard,” I said with rage, before being penetrated forcefully again. I moaned again, growing more and more ashamed as he kept thrusting into me. “I’m going to make you cum on my cock like the whore you are,” he said as he relentlessly penetrated me.

My fingers and toes curled, trying to stop the inevitable. I felt a fire in my abdomen; I tried to free my hands, but it was useless. He penetrated me deeply, and I let out a sharp and audible moan before beginning to cum on his cock. Feeling defeated and dirty, I began to cry as I came.

He didn’t stop, he kept fucking me as I cried. “Oh yes, fuck, come on, cry,” he said before letting go of one of my hands and hitting me in the side as he kept fucking me. I shrieked and felt his cock twitch and throb inside me before feeling his hot semen begin to fill me up. I lay there, sobbing with my face buried in the hands he had let go of while he finished. I felt his cock soften and his weight lift off of me. My entire body trembled. He walked until he was in front of me and grabbed my hair tightly. I shrieked, and he held my face in front of his.

“Look at you, stupid bitch, you’re a total mess, but we’re not done yet,” he said before yanking me forcefully, making me get up onto my knees. “You still have to clean my cock,” he added before slapping me with his free hand. Then he shoved his cock into my mouth. I forced myself, terrified, to clean his cock, tasting my juices mixed with his semen, as I felt my knees trembling, barely able to keep me upright. As his semen dripped from my pussy down my legs, I felt disgusted and dirty. My pussy wouldn’t stop getting wet and throbbing.

When I finished, he pulled my hair forcefully to separate me from his cock. He looked at me panting, trying to catch his breath, then rubbed his cock and balls across my face, laughing before brutally throwing me to the ground. I looked at him from the floor, trembling in fear and gasping, while my pussy got even wetter, feeling his semen dripping from me. I told myself this shouldn’t excite me; I felt so dirty, but I couldn’t control it. I stayed on the floor, unable to get up, a complete mess.

“This is the only thing you’re good for from now on. You belong to me, bitch. Get it into your head: you’re no longer a person, just a toy, my toy. Got it, bitch?” he said.

I didn’t respond; I just stayed there trembling in fear and completely shocked by what he said. He approached me. I wanted to run, but my body wouldn’t respond. He grabbed my hair and lifted my face off the floor, forcing me to look at him. “Got it?”

I didn’t respond; I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I had lost my voice. He slapped me hard and asked again: “Got it?” I didn’t respond, and he made a move to hit me again.

“Yes, yes, got it…” I said completely terrified, the words escaping almost instinctively from my mouth. The man let go of my hair; I barely avoided my face hitting the floor.

“I’ll bring you some food and water in a while,” he said nonchalantly and began to leave. Desperation and anxiety overwhelmed me. “Wait, please, free me, don’t go,” I tried to shout desperately as best I could, but he ignored my pleas and left, leaving me alone and broken in the darkness of that cold basement, dirty and unable to clean myself, feeling his semen still dripping from me. I could still taste his semen in my mouth, haunted by the truth I refused to accept: that I had cum on his cock, the cock of my rapist. I stayed there in the darkness, completely terrified, clinging to the stupid possibility that he would come back and tell me this was all part of our agreement, that this was just an act and that I would return to my home and my life. But deep down, I knew that was just a lie; my dream had turned into a nightmare.