DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (24 page)

She pressed the button on her key fob, unlocking the vehicle. After she placed the groceries into the rear compartment of her SUV, she turned to close the door. As the door swung closed, she saw a bright flash of light, and felt a sharp pain in her armpit. When she awoke, her hands were bound, her feet were bound, and her mouth was gagged. Her head felt as if it was covered with some form of fabric, and her surrounding was completely dark.

As she blinked her eyes and tried unsuccessfully to see, she felt as if she was in a moving vehicle. She realized as she felt the vehicle begin to drive away that contrary to when Ryan captured her, she now felt no excitement or state of arousal regarding her abduction. As she sensed the vehicle turning a corner, she began to develop a deep fear. Fear of losing her daughter, of losing whatever she may have with Ryan, and fear of losing her life began to race through her mind.

She attempted to straighten her legs, and as she did, she felt a strain on her shoulders. As she tried again, she determined that her feet and her hands were bound together - her hands behind her back. Incapable of screaming, and her head covered in some form of fabric, she began to cry.

Consumed with her feeling of fear, and wondering why her conscious thoughts differed from when she was abducted by Ryan, Meghan attempted to force herself to desire what
was
happening to
be
happening. Try as she might, she continued to cry uncontrollably. Frantically, she kicked her legs, each time pulling a tremendous strain on her shoulders.

As she felt the car turn another corner, Meghan began to consider that her options regarding escape were very limited. Attempts to convince herself to comply with any and all wishes by her captor began to make her feel queasy. Thoughts of being raped, forced to perform sexual acts, or any other form of sexual contact began to make her stomach convulse.

Struggling with potential scenarios of what may happen if and when she was removed from her confinement of the vehicle, being compliant continued to enter her mind. Considering being as cooperative as possible became her only viable option, with an escape as soon as she was able. As she planned a way of attempting to overcome her captor, she felt the car come to a stop.

A car door opening and closing.

The trunk opening.

A sharp pain in her side.

Darkness.

When Meghan regained consciousness, she was lying on a cold concrete floor. Although her mouth was no longer gagged, she was still bound. As she heard footsteps across the floor in front of her, she pulled against the restraints that bound her hands. There was minimal slack in what was used to bind her, and her feeble attempts only provided strain on her shoulders as she attempted to pull upward with her hands.

“Please, I’ll do anything if you release me,” Meghan begged softly as she lay on the cold floor.

She heard her captor exhale, and felt a hand on her cheek. The fingers pressed against the skin of her face harshly and slipped by her lips. As they began to work their way into her mouth, she lightly attempted to close it. The fingers were immediately withdrawn.

Whack!

She felt a hand strike her face with tremendous force. Wanting to make this encounter as painless as possible, as the tears began to run from her eyes, she opened her mouth and rolled onto her back. As she lay on her back, she felt fingers in her hair and an immediate tremendous strain on the top of her scalp. She was being picked up by her hair.

“Oh my God. No, no,” she cried as she attempted to stand.

Her hands being bound to her legs didn’t allow her much free movement, making standing from her position on the floor almost impossible without assistance. She felt as if her hair was being pulled from her head. As she kicked her legs and attempted to stand, she felt herself being lifted from the floor. Now in a semi-crouched position on her knees, the tears streamed from her eyes and soaked her blindfold.

“Please, anything. I’ll do anything,” she sobbed.

Again, Meghan felt the hand against her face. She opened her mouth slowly. The fingers pushed past her lips, along her tongue, and deep into her throat. As her throat convulsed and she gagged, her eyes began to water even more. Rapidly, the fingers worked in and out of her mouth, causing her to gag repeatedly. As she fought to breathe, the fingers slid in and out of her mouth until she felt saliva dripping from her chin.

As the hand was removed from her mouth, she attempted to catch her breath, gasping to fill her lungs with air. A hand pressed against each cheek, holding her head stable. As she felt the two thumbs press hard against her chin, forcing her jaw to open wide, she feared what was next.

The hands released her face and pushed along her neck and into the top of her dress. As she felt them slide into her bra, she shuddered. Groping and squeezing her breasts, the fingers kneaded her flesh harshly. She felt her nipples being pinched hard, and bit her bottom lip to prevent from screaming.

The fingers pinched her nipples until she became numb to the pain. As she felt the hands slide from her bra, she sighed and released the pressure from her bottom lip. She heard a sharp
click
, felt pressure against her wrists, and then relief from being bound. A hand pressed between her calf muscles, and she felt pressure against the restraints on her ankles. Immediately, she felt relief from her leg bindings.

A hand slid under her armpit and assisted her in standing. Her knees burning from the concrete floor, she stood slowly. As she was being led across the floor, she walked hesitantly, fearing what she may encounter. Her captor’s hand pressed against her upper back, forcing her to bend over. As she bent at the waist, she held her hands in front of her to stabilize herself from falling. With her arms extended, she felt a cold flat surface, and pressed her hands against it.

She felt pressure against the back of her head, and the same sharp
click
she heard earlier. As the pressure against her eyes from the blindfold was relieved, she opened her eyes. The bright light was blinding at first, causing her to blink, allowing her eyes to adjust.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she focused what stood before her.

And she trembled.

CHAPTER TWENTY - EIGHT

I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER.

TWENTY - EIGHT.
Meghan blinked her eyes in disbelief as she faced three large Asian men wearing very expensive looking suits. The room in which she was now standing became immediately familiar.

Meghan was standing in the room she and the other three girls were held captive in. She blinked her eyes and slowly turned to see Ryan standing behind her, smiling. As her mind slowly began to process what was happening, she instantly felt relief, followed by a sinking fear.

“Ryan, oh my God. What is going on?” she gasped as she reached toward him.

Ryan hugged her for a moment, and broke the embrace as he spoke.

“You like it rough and kinky. Here we are. This is what I want,” Ryan said as he motioned toward the Asian men.

Meghan glanced toward the Asian men, who stood statue still, staring straight ahead. They were all very large; approximately six foot tall and two hundred pounds by her best estimate. They appeared to be a mirror image of each other in appearance, dress, and physique. She turned from the men and faced Ryan.

“I’m really confused,” Meghan whispered.

“I’ll explain it to you. You like excitement and BDSM, so I thought I’d shock you. You’re going to do what I say, and pretty soon this will be over. I need you to do as I tell you- willingly. It’s important that you do it willingly and don’t fight it. Do you understand?” Ryan asked softly.

“Okay. Okay, I guess, yeah,” Meghan blinked her eyes as she agreed.

Consumed with wonder, Meghan began to feel relief that Ryan had some form of plan, and that he decided to cut her bindings and remove her blindfold. As the reality of where they were began to sink in, Meghan took a shallow breath and exhaled.

“Can we go somewhere else? This room. Well, it creeps me out, Ryan. Can we go somewhere else?” Meghan pleaded.

“No. Now. That’s enough talking. I need you to get on your knees and suck my cock, Meghan. Do it now,” Ryan said sternly as he unzipped his slacks.

As Ryan reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, Meghan quickly realized he was serious. A small degree of excitement was followed with a larger feeling of embarrassment, and then shame. As she looked at Ryan with confusion on her face, he placed his hands on her shoulders. As he pushed her to her knees, she began to feel uneasy.

“Ryan, this is weird, I…” Meghan tried to reason.

“Meghan, I need you to suck my cock while these guys watch. This is only the beginning, but this will all be over before you know it, okay?” Ryan whispered in a stern tone.

As Ryan began to stroke his cock, Meghan glanced at the Asian men in suits, still standing erect and expressionless against the bench along the wall. The thought of them watching her suck Ryan’s cock began to excite her. As she changed her gaze toward Ryan, she saw his cock becoming hard in his hand.

“Open,” Ryan whispered as he stepped toward her.

Meghan closed her eyes and opened her mouth. As he felt Ryan’s cock enter her mouth, she pressed against the bottom of the shaft with her tongue. For some reason, desperately, she wanted not only Ryan to be pleased with her, but for the men watching to be impressed with her abilities.

As Ryan’s cock slid in and out of her mouth, she remembered what Ryan had said in her home regarding her hands. She opened her eyes and placed her hands on her thighs as she eagerly allowed him to fuck her throat. The sound of Ryan’s cock pounding against her throat, her gagging, and coughing echoed through the concrete room. As Ryan moaned, Meghan began to feel herself become extremely aroused. She closed her eyes as she felt her pussy become soaked.

The pressure of his hands on her neck startled her and she opened her eyes. As Ryan continued to pound his cock in and out of her throat, he pulled upward against her neck with his hands, lifting her weight from the floor.

“Stand,” Ryan demanded.

Ryan’s stiff cock flopped from her mouth as she straightened her legs and began to stand.

“Remove your dress,” Ryan whispered.

Meghan, now immune to what else was surrounding her, quickly struggled with pulling her dress over her shoulders. As she tossed it on the bench beside her, Ryan nodded toward her and pointed to her panties. She pressed her thumbs against her hips, and pushed her panties down her thighs and over her knees. As she lifted her feet from the floor, Ryan reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her clothes now on a pile on the bench, Ryan stood before her in slacks, a white t-shirt, and dress shoes.

“Meghan, the man on the left. You’re going to suck his cock until he fills your mouth with cum. While you’re cucking his cock, I’m going to be fucking you from behind. We will work from left to right, and when you’ve finished, it will all be over,” Ryan whispered.

Meghan turned to face the men who still stood against the bench along the wall. Something about knowing Ryan’s will, his desire, and his expectations of her made Meghan feel as if she was pleasing him by doing as he asked. Knowing the overall plan, Ryan’s intent, and that there was a goal began to excite Meghan. Sucking all of the men’s cocks to completion, however, was somewhat overwhelming.

As she stepped toward the man on the left, he unzipped his pants, and removed his rather large cock and placed his hands on his hips. Meghan glanced at Ryan. An affirmative nod was all she needed. She positioned herself in front of the man, bent at the waist, placed her hands on her knees, and wrapped her lips around his cock.

As she eagerly sucked the Asian man’s cock, hoping for him to cum as quickly as possible, she felt Ryan’s cock pressing against her soaking wet pussy. As he began to penetrate her deeply, she immediately reached climax. As she did, she groaned against the cock that filled her mouth.

Slowly and rhythmically, Ryan’s cock slid in and out of her pussy as she sucked the Asian man’s forcefully. She opened her eyes and looked up toward his face making note that he was staring straight ahead expressionless. She closed her eyes and continued to suck and gag on his cock.

Thinking of sucking all of the men to completion changed from overwhelming to exciting. As Meghan felt her pussy begin to contract again, she moaned. As she moaned, she felt the cock swell in her throat. Knowing he was reaching climax, she eagerly worked her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock.

As his cock began to pulse, Meghan felt his cum enter her throat. She pressed her mouth against the base of the shaft, allowing his cum into her throat. As the man finished ejaculating, he slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and nodded his head.

Meghan glanced to the man on her right as he unzipped his zipper and pulled his similarly shaped and sized cock from his pants. As she started to shuffle her way to the right, the man directly in front of her moved aside, and the man in the middle stepped in front of her. 

She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, and inhaled through her nose. She closed her eyes and began working her mouth up and down the shaft, lubricating it well. She decided to try a different technique, and see if she could cause him to cum more quickly. As Ryan’s cock began to work its way in and out of her pussy, she started to aggressively suck the man’s cock as fast as she could.

As she gagged and slobbered all over the man’s cock, Ryan pummeled her pussy. The faster she sucked, the faster Ryan fucked her pussy. Proud of her determination, Meghan sucked the man’s cock as if it was her only desire. Ryan’s hands squeezed her hips firmly as he forced himself deeper and deeper with each stroke. As her entire body began to tingle, she pressed her hands against her knees and squeezed. If she didn’t collapse from this orgasm, she felt it would be a miracle. As her body tingled from her nipples to her clit, she groaned in ecstasy.