Trigger warning!!!
This episode contains topics of....
-Kidnapping
-Forced wetting
-Bondage
If these are not your cup of tea feel free to back out now. I do not condone the activities preformed in this story. It's a fantasy and neither it or anything like it should be done. Consent is key but in the world of fantasy we can explore darker events than we can in reality. Stay safe and have a good time.
Part 1
'I have her' I though as I turned onto the last gravel road. 'No one can find us now. Not way out here.' The banging and screaming from the trunk had stopped at least 100 miles back and I am a little worry she might be dead but I doubt it. I reach over and check the air tanks to make sure for the hundredth time that they are still pumping the breathable air in and venting her breath. Of course they are still working.
I pull into the driveway of the bunker and stop. I take a long minute to just stare at the little mound of earth that is the only sign anything is even here. I look out over the horizon knowing that there is nothing to see for at least fifty miles, and much longer than that if you head the wrong direction. There are not even any trees to hide in, just flat land in every direction. But there is one thing to see here. In my trunk is a brand new, and very fiesty, slave in the making.
I hear a slight movement from the back of the car and breath a sigh of relief. She's definitely not dead. I open the door and step out into the heat of the day. I walk behind the car and pop the trunk and am immediately hit with the smell of piss. Eight hours bouncing in the trunk of a car will do that too you I guess. I look in and find a beautifully curvy girl hogtied and masked exactly the way I left her. A dark spot is quickly forming on her jeans and a large puddle begins growing under her. She had held it this whole time but the fear onset by finally arriving at our destination must have had been to much for her.
"Please let me go" She whispers with a voice broken from screaming. My eyes travel up her thick body to her half concealed face. Her eyes and ears are snugly set under the hood so she cannot see or hear anything but her head still swivels trying to perceive anything at all.
I pull a knife from my pocket and cut the knot tying her hands and feet. It takes a moment for her to realize what has happened before her hands start tearing at the hood. She finds the latch and pulls it off as I step way from the truck to give her some room. She scrambles out and begins to run. The blinding sun causes her to stumble and fall over her feet. She jumps up and for the first time actually looks around at the blank landscape. No where to hide.... no where to run.... no identifying marks as far as the eye can see.... exactly the way I planned it.