You'll be so fucking easy to snatch from the street, the perfect sized set of rape holes to grab by the neck and lift into the back of my van and pin face down with my knee in the middle of your back.

I'll have your slim wrists cuffed behind your back in seconds, and it'll be simple to wrap a strong leather collar round your slender neck with your short hair out of the way. It'll be too late to resist and wriggle by then; the chain attached to the collar will keep you in place on the floor. If it's a quiet street I'll almost certainly take the chance to shove my cock in your mouth at this point, eager to start playing with my new fucktoy. Facefucking feels better before you've given up hope, there's a spark of resistance to push through.

Just enough to make you gag and drool and get an idea of how things are going to go, of course, you're not going to get the reward of a mouthful of my cum quite so soon.

No other restraints will be necessary at this point, there's no way you can reach to release your leash with your cuffed hands and thrashing your legs around and wearing yourself out as we drive might make you easier to break once we get somewhere more private. I'd better gag you though, even in the early hours of the morning a woman screaming from the back of the van might attract unnecessary attention. A big red ball gag to match your dress will be the perfect addition.

The drive won't be long, but sliding around helplessly on the floor of the van will be exhausting. Naturally your mind will be racing too, trying to figure out what happened to take you from walking home from a night out without a care in the world to tied and gagged in a stranger's van. You'll have plenty of time to work that out, don't worry.

Finally the bouncing and sliding and turning stops, and the engine cuts out. You brace yourself for what comes next, your heart thumping in your chest. The door slides open and bright light blinds you. A hand reaches in and unclips your neck chain from the hook on the floor, and you try to turn and sit up and face your captor.

Before you can confront me, my strong hand grabs an ankle and drags you across the scratched wooden floor of the van, then grabs a short length of the chain and lifts you to your feet in front of me. Even in your heels, you're looking at my chest as I stand a head taller. You blink up at me, still dazzled, and take in some of the scene.

We're inside some sort of warehouse, with many tools and various half-finished pieces of furniture around the space. You contemplate kicking out at me, but I grin before you manage to process the idea and tug on the chain connected to your collar, pulling you stumbling off balance towards me.

You swear at me in a muffled string of drool around your ballgag, but have no choice but to follow as I lead you across the workshop. The chain clips easily to another above your head, and I move away to pull on the other end, lifting it until it tugs your neck upwards, just beginning to take your weight.

Your eyes follow as I walk over to a refrigerator and crack open a beer, before sitting back against a bench and letting my eyes explore you. You shiver involuntarily as you picture what I'm seeing. A bright red dress with a deep V to the centre of your chest, barely covering your little tits. Nothing underneath but the tape you used to keep the dress from exposing your chest and a little pair of panties. You contemplate briefly what else you could have worn to offer even a little more protection from my inevitable touch, before immediately realising the futility of that thought.

I approach slowly with beer in one hand, and this time you do manage to kick out at me, narrowly missing my knee and throwing yourself off balance, spinning around on the end of the chain with your hands twisting helplessly as you pivot on one foot, trying to catch your balance. Then my body presses against you from behind, my arm looping around to cup your chin and hold you steady.

Then, still pressed against you, my hand slides down and across your collarbone, tender fingertips caressing the soft skin before gently easing the dress off the corner of your shoulder. It slips a little, but the tit tape keeps it from falling completely down. My hand moves slowly back to the other side, then slips off the other shoulder, leaving your dress now held up by friction and tape.

I lick your now-bare shoulder and drag my teeth on the skin a little, savouring my prey. Then my fingers find the edge of the tape and slowly peel it off your skin. Slowly, a millimetre at a time, your body is revealed. One side free, and the fabric slips down, one nipple now completely uncovered. Then the other side, slower still as you fidget and squirm. Then the dress is free, sliding down around your waist to tangle around your legs.

I step back and walk around, assessing your newly exposed body a bit at a time. Then I step forward and grab a nipple, hard between thumb and the side of my forefinger. A rough, uncaring pinch of strong fingers on delicate skin that gets another string and a fine mist of drool in response. You kick out again, this time the dress stops your swing and you growl and stare hate at me. I grin heartily, enjoying the total power over you.

My fingers continue their testing and exploration, pinching skin and caressing curves as your face flushes and frustration builds. You twist and turn, trying to get a good angle to kick at me, but the dress catches each time and you fail to connect.

Then there's a knife in my hand, and you freeze. I pull away the dress and cut quickly, letting it fall in rags, exposing your black thong and freeing your legs to kick at me again. You hesitate, given the knife in my hand, and I step back again to appreciate my prize. I walk a slow circle around you, sipping beer and taking in every inch. Just little black panties and your ankle strap heels, every other part of you exposed to my gaze. I run a fingertip down your spine, and you twitch and twist away. You're not done fighting yet, and I smile once more.

The cuff that I slip around your ankle comes without warning, as I move quickly from behind and you don't have time to react before it's buckled in place. You feel something attaching to it, then your leg is pushed to one side, and your weight is on the other, leaving you unable to move as the second restraint is applied. Then you feel the other leg being moved again, pushed apart and you feel more weight on your neck, then you feel something solid locking your ankles uncomfortably far apart, but there's nothing you can do as you feel like you can't breathe and you start to panic.

Then the pressure on your collar loosens, and you feel the weight in your feet again, and you notice how hard you're breathing. Then a voice in your ear, uncomfortably close.

"It's a spreader bar. Don't pretend you don't know what that is."

You shudder, feeling exposed and vulnerable and helpless. There won't be any more kicking out, you realise.

My hands reach around from behind you, covering your tits and squeezing, then pinching and pulling on your nipples as you moan in response. Then slowly down over your ribs and your stomach, sliding slowly down to the thin waistband of your thong, the last scrap of fabric between me and your holes. I walk around you, my fingers trailing their way around the fabric, around your hip and cupping your little round ass cheek.

A squeeze and a satisfied noise, clearly pleased with what I find and a part of you feels a little pleasure at my response. Then my fingers slip down the front of your thong, pulling it out away from your body to inspect your pubic hair. A neat landing strip that fits your anatomy well, highlighting the gentle swell of your mound. Then suddenly I take a firmer grip and rip your panties sharply away from your body, tearing the fabric and snatching them from between your legs.

I hold them up in front of your face, then sniff at the soaking wet crotch, before taking a lick of the wet fabric while looking into your eyes. I then hold the wettest part under your nose, and you recognise the scent of your arousal, to your shame.

I throw the panties away, and run my fingers down your body once more, slowing when I reach your pubic hair and taking the time to swirl and run my fingers through it. Then down a little further where the heat and moisture of your cunt welcomes my fingers between your swollen lips. You tremble as I slip a finger inside, and squeeze me tight as I penetrate you. I wonder if that's resistance or eagerness as I lean my head down and lick a tear from your cheek.

Then my finger is gone from your pussy, licked clean in front of your face before I reach up to unclip your chain leash. Awkwardly, you shuffle along in the spreader bar, then tumble forward over the bench as I pull you forward by the collar. A simple clip on the leash holds you bent over and exposed, your realise.

The ballgag comes out followed by a gush of drool, and you work your jaw to try and lessen the ache. Not for long, because my cock shoves in deep, fills your throat and stays there. My hands in your hair, holding you tight right there and you begin to wonder if you'll suffocate on cock. I watched your hands grasp and claw, before letting you out for a breath and shoving back in again. You gag and heave this time, and the muscle spasms feel good on my cock, but I let it slip out in a rush of throat slime and wipe some of the mess across your face. Then I disappear from your view while you work your aching jaw and catch your breath.

Seconds later you feel my strong hands on your hips, and my cock against the entrance to your cunt. The way the thick head slides up and down easily brings your attention to just how wet you must be, and I watch you test your restraints for a moment. Then I push deep in one quick stroke, lifting your feet off the ground as my cock stretches your tight hole around it and my balls press against your clit.

Then out, your pussy suddenly empty, then again balls deep and hard against your pubic bone in one smooth push. Rough, angry strokes separated by a pause and rest, like this could go on all night and all day. You start to settle into the rhythm, even beginning to enjoy the feeling despite hating the very idea of it. Then it starts to get faster; the pause becoming shorter between the savage thrusts.

Then it stops, my cock suddenly gone from your cunt and my hands off your ass. You lie there, untouched for a moment, like you're floating through space not touching a thing. You squirm, searching for sensation and grounding.

Then SLAP

Bright, hard, shocking, jarring pain on your ass cheek. Burning and throbbing in a diagonal line across the left cheek and part of the right.

SLAP

Another, this time on your right cheek and wrapping around part of your thigh. You snort and squirm and fight against the collar but all you do is shift your body slightly and the next SLAP hits your cheek and wraps in to sting the edge of your asshole and you bellow in pain.

You hear the swish of the next one and figure out that it's a belt smacking against your pale ass and wonder for a moment if it's leaving a mark.

Over and over the belt slaps hard, a different spot every time until you wonder if your whole ass is glowing pink. The pain grows, filling your mind until your whole consciousness is focused on the next blow and the next and the next and the next. You drift, losing track of the world beyond the pain.

It stops, and you're floating again, unaware of what's happening around you.

Then there's a sudden pressure as my cock presses against your asshole. Your skin tingles as I grab a handful of each cheek and spread them for a better view. I push a little harder and my cock slides back and forth a little in search of the least resistance, then suddenly your hole opens enough for the head to slide in and I stop to savour the feel of your tight ring stretched and squeezing me tight.

"Fuuuuck, what a good rapetoy you are. Such tight little holes for me."

Slowly, I start to fuck your ass. Each little movement as your tight hole slides up and down my shaft bringing tingles of pleasure to my cock. Steadily growing faster as your fuckhole stretches, pushing deeper as your muscles relax until a harder last push where my cock disappears entirely inside your ass.

From then there's no gentleness, the savage rough thrusts your cunt enjoyed before are now inflicted over and over on your stretched asshole. Every thrust deep and long, growing faster and faster as my grip tightens on your sore pink cheeks.

Hard and deep and rhythmic pounding, my groans and grunts becoming more obvious and you realise I'm going to cum. More and more, then suddenly I'm there, pumping hot cum deep into your stretched, stinging ass.

Then stillness, my weight resting on you as I catch my breath.

You feel a rush of cum, flooding from your asshole as I eventually slip out. Globbing over your pussy and sliding down the inside of your thigh. You mentally trace it all the way down past your knee as I whisper in your ear.

"Good whore. I picked well with you…"

Then the lights go out, and you're alone in the dark.