Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4 - Sex Stories

Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4

... nonde*********** white hallway. There was indeed a bathroom right there.

Julie switched on the light. The bathroom wasn’t much to look at. A white tile affair with a pedestal sink and an old claw-footed tub. Julie dropped the blanket and showered. The water got warm quickly. It ran over her body, so soothing, like lidocaine to a burn. Using an oddly pleasant, flowery-smelling bar of soap, Julie scrubbed herself all over. She tried to visualize the water rinsing away the violation, but no matter how much muck she imagined trickling down the shower drain, her mind’s eye saw more left. As much as she lathered her breasts and her thighs, she felt there was something deeper on her that she could not scrub away.

For a time, Julie slumped down on the tub floor, motionless under the water. But eventually, with pruned fingers and toes, she turned off the water and got out. The towels in the bathroom were pleasantly plush, like one would find in a nice hotel. She brushed her teeth and opened the bag of clothes. Inside was a plain tan bra, tan brief underwear, and a casual pink cotton dress with a yellow flower pattern. Everything fit Julie well. The dress was tighter than she would usually wear, and the neckline was low but still modest. She felt it all too small for her breasts, but she had to admit it was comfortable.

Julie left the bathroom and walked down the hall, barefooted, away from the room where she had spent the night. As she rounded the corner, she found the man ...

... sitting on a chair just by the apartment’s front door. Her backpack and her shoes were on the floor next to him.

“You look nice,” he said, standing. When seated, he was just beneath Julie in height. Standing, he once more made her feel tiny.

“Thank you,” Julie replied softly. She could see the man smile at her words. She could feel her cheeks crawling with an embarrassed flush.

“Before you go,” the man said, reaching into his pocket, “I have something to show you.” He took out a smartphone and turned it to Julie.

Julie watched in horror as a video played on the phone screen. It showed her private school’s photo ID and then, in a dark image with a green tint, she saw herself seated on the bed and gazing up at the standing man. She heard her own voice say, “Please can I make your dick feel good and touch my . . . my whore cunt? I really wanna rub my clit while I suck you. Please may I?”

The man smiled as he let Julie watch the video of herself, looking like an eager little pornstar once she received permission to fellate her captor. “Don’t worry,” the man said, “I recorded everything. Some footage I deleted, but the video goes on. And I have more. It’s amazing what you can do with the right cameras and placement and software these days. Can even take half-decent videos in the dark.”

Julie couldn’t bring herself to speak. She watched for another twenty seconds or so before the man paused the video and slipped the phone back in his pocket. “You understand what ...