The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

... feet well back. Soon I push you over the boot of the vehicle. "Listen cunt! We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can either lie down in the back seat and be nice and quiet and behave and maybe I'll be nice to you, or you can get thrown in the boot and take your chances in there. Which is it to be?" I hiss this into your ear, my voice steady and calm, all the more menacing for that fact. "The back seat! I'll sit in there. I'll do what you want, please don't hurt me" your voice betrays your desperation. "Good", with that I open the door, shoving you in by your face. You are caving easily because the germs of an idea out of this are forming in your brain. We drive through the city in early morning silence, a few cars passing their route. You, true to your word have remained quiet throughout the journey. Your mind is formulating what you should to do and say. Once you were out of the town you speak up, your voice at first quiet and desperate. "Hey,hey, mister?" I pay you no attention and continue to drive, but I have heard. You repeat your plea and this time you glance round and though a jaw chewing gum furiously I ask, "What?" "You don't want to do this, you really don't. Someone will have seen you pick me up, they'll have your number." I just laugh knowing this is a desperate time. "But what if you didn't deliver me to this Cuban's men, what if somehow I escaped. Come on you don't have to do this. Please." "Huh! What's in it for me, seems like nothing. You should ...

... shut up and get some shuteye, your gonna need it over the next few weeks." "No wait. Please! I promise if you don't take me to this place, if you spare me I'll do anything for you, anything. Book into a Motel, I promise, you can have me any way you want, I'll do everything for you anything you've ever wanted, I'll do it!." I struggle hard to keep the smile from my face as I stare into the rear view mirror, addressing it rather than you. "But I could do that anyway. In case you've not realized your handcuffed back there and if I wanted to I could get back there and fuck you any which way I wanted, you ain't exactly gonna stop me are you?" You breath hard, this is the crux of your argument. You know you have to convince me now of the merits of your plan. If I wasn't then you were screwed - consigned to a future life as a hooker in your equivalent of Hell. "But Khambrel, that is your name isn't it? Don't you see, I'll do all that willingly, I'll fulfill your every fantasy, you can do whatever you've dreamed of to me and I'll take it and more, just so long as you let me go free after. How about it? Come on, I'll make you feel so good. Please?" The silence coming from the front seat seems to last an eternity to you but at least, you feel, it shows I am considering it. Waiting with baited breathe, you are ready to discover your fate. But I give no indication of my thoughts and instead seem to concentrate hard on my driving. Finally, accepting that your plan has failed, you guess it ...