Vanessa is a heartless, spoiled brat, with no feelings or compassion for anyone. She treats people like dirt, thinking nothing of making a fool out of any men who want her.
But she goes out of her way to make sure they want her.
David, an acquaintance since their schooldays, is driven to despair. After one final attempt to be pleasant to Vanessa at a wedding reception, he takes things into his own hands. After some prior planning, he waits until she is in her room after the wedding and kidnaps her, taking her to a farm miles from the nearest neighbours. Once there he ritually punishes and rapes her, inwardly convinced he can make her his.
Having nothing to lose, he may as well make the most of her capture. He may as well use her in any way he wants, driven on by years of fantasising about her. At the end, he will have choices. Kill her to prevent her telling? Give himself up? Make a run for it? Well, he hasn’t planned that far ahead, but all these options convince him that he may as well forget her feelings and indulge his own while he can. If he lets her go at the end, what will it matter if she’s scarred and bruised?
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The van doors opened and he pulled her to the edge. He was strong for
such a slim man, easily throwing her over his shoulder and walking the
few yards before stopping to open a door. Once inside, he put her down
on the floor. It was surprisingly soft, and the farmyard smell
confirmed that she was lying on straw. Probably some kind of barn, she
thought.
Then her feet were being messed with. Another rope went around them,
as if the ones already there weren’t enough. But she soon found out
this one had another purpose as she heard the rattle of chains and -
gradually at first - her feet were being raised from the ground. Up
and up they went, pulling her upper body across the hay until she slid
forward and was pulled free of the ground altogether, hanging there
upside down by her feet.
“I’m going to get some sleep,” he told her.
Vanessa moaned as loud as she could against her gag, but he said no
more. After a few minutes she could hear his heavy breathing and the
occasional snore.
The blood pounded in her head and made her hangover ten times worse.
Vanessa forced herself to think rationally about what had happened.
She’d been kidnapped by David, that much was certain. But for what
reason? Her parents were not rich, more comfortable, and not in a
position to pay a ransom. Vanessa had no wealth herself. She had no
power, no secrets that anyone could want to force out of her.
So what did she have that anyone could want?
Easy. She’d said it herself so many times. David had said it too,
with his eyes and in the dark of her hotel room.
David wanted her body.
But how did he imagine he could get away with just taking her? She’d
be missed from the moment her parents and her friends awoke, when she
didn’t answer her door or her phone.
Her phone! Where was it? She could be traced by her phone.
On the dressing table in the hotel room, that’s where her phone
was.
Would anyone remember David’s approach to her? If they did, then
maybe they’d find her.
If not...? The question mingled with her tears, unanswered.
God, Vanessa’s head hurt now. How much longer?
Eventually she heard movement from David. Within a few minutes her
feet were being lowered and her head hit the straw. Finally she was
lying there’ still bound inside the sack, but at least the pounding
had stopped. Then he was removing ropes, first round her feet and then
round her thighs. As he pulled the sack up her legs she remembered
that all she wore were her shoes, stockings and suspender belt. She
was sure she was blushing, not that anyone could see with her head and
upper body still in the sack.
Before she could react she felt him pull her legs apart and push his
own between them. She struggled, but all that gave her was another
sound slap across her face. She realised that David’s thighs were warm
and uncovered, that he was most probably naked and about to rape her.
And there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She was certainly no
virgin, but had never been treated this roughly, like an object, a
possession to be used and discarded.
She felt his cock bang against her thigh, and within moments he was
pushing into her, straight in, hard in, as far in as he could get. He
moaned as he took her, as if he’d waited for this feeling for a very
long time. Vanessa’s body shook with the force of his thrusts, and
they both grunted in time, David in his lust and desire, Vanessa in
her disgust and discomfort. Her breath felt hot and humid, difficult
against the gag inside that sack, his energetic use of her making it
even more laboured. She just prayed for it to end.
And end it did. He felt him tense, his legs going stiff and his
breathing held for a moment. Then he gasped and she felt him pumping
inside her, once, twice, three and four times. Afterwards he collapsed
onto her, taking away her breath again as he tried to regain his own.
Finally he flopped out of her and she could at least breathe again.
But she was starting to dread what would happen next. He’d made no
real secret of his identity to her, so that when he eventually let her
go she would be able to identify him. That convinced her he had no
intention of letting her go. The implications of that were to
terrifying to consider, and she made a conscious decision not to go
there, to contain her panic in the hope she would somehow escape.
Then he was unfastening her ropes, one by one, until he could remove
the bag.
She blinked as the light hit her eyes, even though the place was not
exactly well lit. There he was, stark naked and watching her, the
ropes in his hand. She was immediately aware of her own nakedness, the
fact that she still wore the stockings and belt making her feel even
more naked.
He half pulled, half lifted her to her feet, pushing her towards the
centre of what she now saw was a hay barn. Far from being old and
dirty, this place looked brand new, as if he’d built it especially for
her. He backed her to a rough wooden support and used the ropes to
secure her to it, round her waist, thighs, ankles, chest and neck.
Only then did he speak.
“Before I take the gag off, you ought to know that this place is
miles from anywhere. You can scream and shout all you want and nobody
will hear you. Only me. And if you shout too loud or too long I’ll get
annoyed. D’you know what’ll happen if I get annoyed?”
Vanessa just stared back at him, unbelieving.
“Well, do you, bitch?” His anger was very obvious.
Vanessa shook her head.
“Then I’ll demonstrate,” he replied with a slight grin appearing on
his face.
Vanessa watched helplessly as he walked across the barn and behind a
wooden partition, horrified to see that when he returned he was
carrying a riding crop.
Vanessa screamed against the gag, but couldn’t put her desperate
pleas into real words. Instead she shook her head and sobbed. David
smiled more.
“I’ve waited a long time to do this,” he sneered at her.
Over the next ten minutes he thrashed her. Nowhere was left
untouched apart from her face and those parts of her body that were
protected by the wooden support. Her body stung all over, and she
could see red and white welts on her skin. David took his time,
walking round her and choosing his moment to strike. Vanessa cried and
cried, begging for it to stop, but it was useless. He had no sympathy
for her cries, and she soon learned that the more she cried, the
crueller he became. She tried to stop crying, to be aloof and
unaffected, but the crop hurt far too much for such bravery.
Mercifully, eventually, it stopped.
“I’m going to make a drink,” he told her. “When I come back we’ll
talk some more and you can suck me off.”
He put his hand to her face and picked at a corner of the gag,
pulling roughly so it tore at her skin as he ripped it away. Then he
turned, still naked, to leave the barn, leaving the door wide so that
the sun streamed in, emphasising the fact he knew she would not escape
her bonds.
