Part 2 of my snuff themed short story A Damn Good Time. This story was written with intent of role play and purposes only.

I carry her to the other side of my car. I can hear her boyfriend calling for her and pounding on the diner door. If he had just came from the other side of the street his headlights might have actually caught her struggle.

No time to take it in though. I hurriedly but silently open my back seat door. She should be out for a while, but I don’t wanna get seen tying someone up outside my car. Something quick will do. I bind her wrists and stuff a sock in her mouth. It wasn’t very professional but I was pressed for time. Afterwards it was a simple waiting game. I waited till Jenny’s boyfriend finally gave up and left.

Feeling a little more reassured I got back out and finished binding her a little more securely. I wrap some rope around the sock in her mouth completing her temporary gag, one hogtie and blanket wrapping later and Jenny was stuffed safely and secretly into my trunk.

The ride “home” however, was more eventful than I would’ve liked. I even thought for a moment my luck had run out, as I was pulled over for speeding. The damn street sign had fallen but the officer aware of that let me off with a warning. Jenny slept soundly the whole way there.

When I finally got her back to my cabin I was honestly pretty tired. I carried Jenny inside and locked her sleepy ass in a trunk till morning. She woke up later that night attempting to scream for help. Her muffled pleas got me pretty worked up but I was too tired for anything complicated, so I jerked off to her struggles and cummed on her before slamming the lid shut and going to bed.

The next morning the real work began. And what fun work it was. When I opened the trunk Jenny finally got a good horrified look at me. She had poured my coffee, we had talked about her kids, and we even flirted from time to time. Her face twisted into pure agony when she realized it was me. It was delightful.

“Whphmph rph domphing thmph??”

My face was blank and expressionless. There was no emotion there. Just the cold hard look of a predator eyeing his prey.

I pull her out of the trunk and replace her gag. She got one maybe two seconds to call for help as I replaced her gag with something a little more secure. She could scream all she wanted though truthfully. I didn’t gag her because I needed to. I gagged her because I liked the way she sounded while gagged. I liked the way she looked. All dehumanized and humiliated. I swapped the rope and sock with a thick leather panel gag that covered and stuffed her mouth with silicon.

Now I would have my fun…

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