Dark Desires

Every day, I spend hours lost in fantasies of a man that has been tracking me for weeks. In my mind, he drags me off the street to a secluded spot and restrains my wrists with zip ties. My clothing is ripped from my pale skin as he spreads my legs and ravages all of my holes with brutal force. As he thrusts into my swollen cunt or ass, I climax and squirt all over his cock, feeling him tighten inside of me. Then, he tightens a belt around my throat, cutting off my air supply. I struggle to grasp at it but can't reach, so I kick and squirm under his heavy weight until he pulls out and finishes inside one of my stretched-out holes. As I lie there limp, he scoops up some of his own cum from inside me and smears it across my lips before walking away.

I was grabbed and dragged off my front porch, screaming and fighting back. This was early 2am when he tossed me into the back of his car. He hit me so hard that I blacked out briefly. When I came to, I found myself tied up with zip ties as he proceeded to sexually assault me for a couple of hourse.

It was a planned event, but I didn't expect it to happen that morning or even that week. And I certainly didn't anticipate the level of violence from him.

When I woke up, my ass was in excruciating pain from a glass coke bottle he had shoved inside of me. My throat burned from his fingers being forced down it while he raped me.

After that night, he would leave little notes on my. Then a few months later he vanished.

After a long and tiring day, I finally change the time on my office clock to 8am and flip the sign on my door to closed. I had worked for 10 hours straight and was eager to leave the building for the night. On my way out, I bid goodnight to the customer service representative at the registration desk near my office and make my way to the elevator, putting on my wireless headphones as I go. The man who quickly joins me in the elevator thanks me as I hold the door open for him, then I press the close button and turn up the volume on my cellphone. The center only has two floors, so it doesn't take long for us to reach my floor. As soon as the doors open, I exit and head towards the employee door on the north side of the building. After clocking out with my employee badge, I step outside into the cool Utah air, with my car parked at the back of the parking lot. With my hands shoved into my coat pockets and music playing in my earphones, I am completely unaware that the man from the elevator is following me.

As I approach my car, I notice that it is covered in frost. I quickly open the door and throw my belongings onto the passenger seat. I lean in to search for my ice scraper, but the sun has already set and visibility is low. My hand blindly moves around the car floor until it finally grasps the handle of the scraper. Suddenly, a car pulls into the spot behind mine, but I am too preoccupied to notice. As I try to pull myself out of the car, a gloved hand grabs me tightly and presses a sharp object against my side. My body tenses up as I feel my heart racing. The stranger drags me towards their car and shoves me into the trunk. I try to scream for help, but a powerful blow to my face silences me as I drift into unconsciousness

My head aches as I gradually wake up, disoriented. It takes a moment for me to realize that I've been taken and stuffed into a stranger's trunk. The darkness is suffocating. I try to move my hands, only to find them bound with zip ties, along with my ankles. My mouth is sealed shut with duct tape, making it difficult to breathe. My legs are numb from the cold, and I can feel that my pants and underwear have been pulled down. A large object has been forcefully inserted into my anus, causing intense pain and discomfort. Tears stream down my face as the severity of the situation dawns on me.

I struggle and scream against the duct tape for what feels like hours, but I am quickly silenced by a shock from the large plug. The electricity is unrelenting, causing my body to stiffen with each jolt. It pauses briefly before starting again, each round more intense and longer than the last. My breathing becomes labored and my body goes into panic mode, causing me to wet myself. Another shock hits and I cry out in agony, feeling the painful zaps on my skin where the moisture has accumulated. Finally, the shocks cease and I pass out from the pain and exhaustion.

I slowly open my eyes, finding myself in an unfamiliar and terrifying situation. My body is exposed, bound to a bed inside a semi truck. The confined space is filled with disturbing images of women who have been tortured and abused, adding to my dread. A television playing a homemade video catches my attention; I see a man dominating a woman who is restrained and screaming in pain. My heart races as I realize I am trapped in this same nightmare. I pull at the chains that bind me, but they seem unbreakable. Through the windows, I can see that it's nighttime and we are in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, the door opens and cold air rushes in. A familiar scent confirms my worst fears - the man from the elevator has returned. I plead for mercy as he unbuckles his belt and wraps it around my neck, cutting off my air supply. Despite my struggles, he continues to tighten and loosen the belt while forcing himself upon me. This horrifying cycle repeats itself throughout the night until there's no strength left in me.