The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

... would have but you had to give it a try. You lay, your face flat on the musky smelling back seat and contemplating your future. You do not think life as a whore in a bordello would be a good career move. No one would be missing you yet, no one would realize you are not where you were supposed to be. It is Sunday now. Often you spent whole Sundays by yourself, enjoying the peace and quiet. We continue our journey in near silence for a further thirty minutes until, I slow down, pulling into a side street and then brake to a stop. Leaning back over my driver's chair, I address you. "OK Bitch, I've thought about it, we'll do what you say. I've just pulled into this motel. I'll book a room for us for the day and if you do everything- and I mean everything!- I tell you to and do it good like you mean it, then I'll let you go. I'll say you made a run for it and jumped in the water in the docks and with you handcuffed and all you, like drowned, OK?" You nod your head frantically, seeing your chance for survival and grabbing it . "Good. Now I'm going to book a room, nice and secluded like. So I'll just pop this in your mouth and don't you even think of trying anything , 'cos that would be real stupid." With this I shove a cloth into your mouth and drag a rug up over your body. Covering you, I make sure you see the thick gun handle resting in the inside of my parka. You wouldn't try anything stupid. Left like that, you are alone with your thoughts and fears. Meanwhile I am gone for ...

... at least five minutes booking a room. You could start wriggling and kicking your feet and legs, hoping desperately that someone will see or hear you. But you don't. It must be around four or five in the morning and you hear little, the chance would be too great, the risk too high. No, you think, you would just have to be sure to fully satisfy this man's carnal urges (whatever they are) and hope that I do not renege on my word. Something convinces you that I shall and will release you if you do as expected but maybe that something is just your own desperate hope. Returning, I observe my captive has not moved. Slowly, I guide the car to a bay at the furthermost room from the main office. I have left instructions that under no circumstances was I to be interrupted. The clerk has seen it all a million times before and nodded absent minded, he didn't care what these fucks got up to anyway. The motel is shaped almost in a large 'U' shape. The room I have booked is at the furthest most tip. I park the car right at the door. It is an old-style, dusty motel that sensible travelers would bypass quite happily, but it would serve my needs perfectly. Turning the motor off, I hustle you up out of the car and into the room. There is no-one around at that time of the morning. Even if there was, you have decided to go along with the plan. With your hands still shackled behind your back, I hustle you inside. The room has the smell of it of most motel rooms, which is clean, but somehow off ...