Stolen Pleasures

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Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Fiction, Light Bond, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Male, White Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Violent, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: A guy offers to help a stranded motorist and she treats him as if he had asked for a blowjob. He decides to give the bitch what she deserves. He vows revenge and kidnaps her for the pleasure of himself and several of his friends.

The sun had nearly set. A warm spring Friday in northern Indiana was coming to an end. As Chris slowly drove home, his thoughts drifted back to the girl he had briefly spoken to. A girl who had called him names when he had only offered his help. She didn't even know him, and she had been extremely rude. She shouldn't have been so bitchy. It had been a little over a half an hour since their encounter, and she was still eating at his mind.

Karen had been on the road for several hours by the time she and Chris crossed paths. She had been traveling through northern Indiana on her way to Chicago. She was going to meet her boyfriend, Billy.

Both Karen and Billy were in college. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't the same college. Karen attended a well respected community college near her home in Cleveland, Ohio. Billy had gone to a major university in the Chicago area.

She had gotten off the high speed super highway, She didn't like the stress of the faster road. She and taken a slower and more leisurely state highway. She soon found she had become lost. That's how she found herself on a seldom used stretch of rural road. Few people used it since the new I-80 had been built.

When her car quit running for no apparent reason, she had pulled it to the side of the road. She needed help. She had been sitting on the fender of her disabled car for quite a while, and nightfall was rapidly approaching.

Chris had taken that particular route just for a change of pace. He was in no hurry. It was Friday and he didn't have to go into work the next couple of days. His job as a corporate sales rep was highly stressful. Additionally, his girlfriend of three years had recently left, which only added to his stress level. The quite drive along the practically deserted road was like therapy for Chris. When he saw a car off to the side of the road, he naturally stopped to offer his help to the driver. That's what rural folks do. They helped each other.

Chris pulled up behind the parked car, got out, and walked toward it. As he approached her, Chris, being a normal male, checked out the girl as she slid off her fender.

She was not what many people would call beautiful, but she was very cute. She appeared to be about 22-years-old, stood a little over 5' tall, and weighed maybe 100 pounds. Her hazel eyes were set in a rounded, well tanned face, which was surrounded by dark hair that flipped up at her shoulders. She didn't seem to have much of a chest, but her snug jeans showed off a cute, little, round ass.

When he reached her, Chris smiled, reached out to shake her hand, and said. "Hi. I'm Chris. Do you need any help?"

"I'm Karen, and this damn thing just quit running!" Karen was understandably in a bad mood, but she seemed to have forgotten common courtesy.

Chris was not a mechanic. He was especially lost when it came to the newer computerized cars. However, he offered to look at it for her anyway. He did his best to find what had gone wrong with Karen's car. When he was unable to find her car's problem, Chris offered to take Karen to a phone in town. She could call for help from there.

Karen responded as if Chris had asked her for a blowjob on the spot. "Are you serious? Why would I get in a car with you? I don't know you. Hell no! You can kiss my ass!"

"Sorry. I only wanted to help. You don't have to flip out." Chris said, as he turned and walked back to his car. As he pulled out, Chris stopped next to Karen, and told her. "Traffic gets mighty scarce on this road, especially at night."

Karen flipped him off, and yelled. "Fuck you!"

Chris then pulled away. He left her standing on the side of the road in the rapidly darkening night.

With a building anger, Chris slowly drove home. He thought to himself. 'I only offered to help. She didn't have to be such a bitch about it.'

As he pulled into his garage, something snapped in Chris' head. He again thought to himself. 'Who in hell does that bitch think she is. I only wanted to help. Well, fuck her!'

Then an evil idea crossed his mind. He thought. 'Why not fuck her? She already thinks I'm some sort of pervert.' As he brought his car to a stop and slammed the gear-shift into Park, he said aloud to himself. "Hell yeah. Why not? With that attitude, she might be one wild fuck. Whether she likes it or not, that bitch is going to get herself fucked tonight?"

Chris took a few minutes to gather a few things from his garage. He didn't know exactly what he might need. After all, he was not in the habit of kidnapping women from the side of the road. If he was going to do this though, he needed to be prepared. He gathered rope to tie her, rags to blindfold and gag her, and starting fluid (either) in case she needed quieting.

By the time Chris had gathered what he needed and driven back to where he had left Karen, a little over an hour had passed. It was pitch dark by then. The only lights on the lonely stretch of rural road were from his headlights.

Chris passed her and made a U-turn. He again pulled in behind her car. He got out and purposely walked toward the front of Karen's car.

Karen was sitting in her car. Her mood had not improved, and she still had a bad attitude in her voice. She stared up at Chris and asked. "What the fuck do you want now?"

In a less than friendly tone of voice, Chris asked. "You want that ride now?"

As she climbed out of her car, she curtly answered him. "I don't seem to have much of a choice, now do I?"

"I guess not." He pointed toward his car. "Get in!" Chris sounded almost as if he had ordered her into his car.

Karen opened the passenger side door on Chris' car and bent over to get in. Before she could seat herself, Chris shoved her hard from behind. She fell head first into his car. She ended up lying face down on Chris' front seat. Chris quickly placed a knee in the small of Karen's back to hold her down and grabbed the rope from the back seat. He securely tied Karen's hands behind her back.

In the mean time, Karen was thrashing about and screaming. "What the hell are you doing? You son-of-a-bitch, I'll kick your fucking balls off." She was trying to do just that.

As soon as he had her hands secured, Chris, avoiding her kicks, tied her ankles together. He then ran a rope from her ankles to her wrists. Karen was thus securely hogtied. That stopped her kicking, but her mouth was still fully engaged.

"You son-of-a-bitch! What the fuck are you going to do to me?" She hissed.

Chris' hand snapped out and soundly slapped Karen across her cheek. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just hard enough to get Karen's attention.

The slap startled Karen and angered her even more. No one had ever slapped her. She quickly recovered and screamed at Chris.

"Fuck you!"

Chris instantly slapped her other cheek.

"No, Bitch. It's you that will be getting fucked. Now, shut the fuck up." Then he gagged and blindfolded the bitch with the rags he had brought.

With more than a little effort, Chris was able to drag Karen out of his front seat, stuff her into the back seat, and slam the door.

Karen tried to fight free of her bonds as Chris pulled back onto the road. She quickly realized her protests and struggles were a waste of time and strength.

Chris drove around the countryside for nearly an hour to be certain his captive was thoroughly confused as to her whereabouts. Only then, did he quietly pull into his garage.

After closing and locking the garage door, Chris opened his rear car door and removed the rope that ran from Karen's ankles to her wrists. Pulling her from the car, he helped her stand up. He then put her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and patted her cute little ass. As he carried her into his house he patted her ass again and said. "Yeah, Baby. You're about to get your pussy and this cute little ass fucked."

He carried her down to the basement. Chris was in excellent condition, so carrying someone as petite as Karen was not difficult.

The basement had been converted into a recreation room. It was one large room with no dividers. Two poles that held the center of the house up stood on the center-line of the room. The floor was plushly carpeted and the walls paneled. There were no windows. Several couches lined the walls. A refrigerator was near the couches. A pool table was at one end of the room, and a stereo and large screen TV were at the other end. He frequently had a select group of buddies over to watch various sports, or sometimes a porno, on the big screen TV.

Without turning on any lights, Chris rather roughly dumped Karen onto one of the couches. In a calm voice, Chris spoke to her. "I would like to remove your gag. However, if you scream, or so much as raise your voice, it will be put right back on. Do you understand? Will you be quiet?"

Realizing there was little she could do but go along with her captor, for now, Karen nodded her agreement. She had decided to make the best of this dangerous situation.

Almost gently, her gag was removed. "Now, sit there, and be quiet!" Chris ordered, as he left her in the darkened room. Karen heard a door being locked as Chris disappeared into the darkness.

After a quick shower, Chris returned to Karen. The carpeting deadened his footsteps as he returned, and she was startled when he spoke. "If I remove your ankle ties, will you walk without kicking?"

Karen softly replied, "Yes."

The ropes were quickly taken from her ankles.

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