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Subject: {ASSM} Taken In The Dark by Night Scourge (MF, dom, nc)
Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2001 13:10:03 -0500
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Here's a story for posting.  First ever attempt.  It's short, so I thought
I'd send it as text rather than an attachment.  If attachments are
preferred, please let me know.







Don't read this if you're offended by bondage, forced sex, humiliation, etc.
or any of the other nasty kinky stuff in this story.  (But hey, you're here,
right?)

If it's illegal for you to read this where you are, stop now.  Or grow some
balls and fight for liberty.  Or move to a free state.  Blah Blah. 
Copyright 2001 by Night Scourge.   Feel free to repost this if  1.) You're
not using it for profit, and 2.) you give credit in repostings to Night
Scourge.  Y'Never know when a Scourge like me may be lurking, just behind
you, in the dark... so it pays to be nice!  Comments?  Email
NightScourge@mail.com

Now, on to our feature presentation:

Codes:  M/F dom, nc



Taken in the Dark
By Night Scourge


It was darker out that usual, since it was the night of the new moon.  She
shouldn't have been walking alone, not at night.  It's a small town, but not
that small.  It's dangerous for a young woman to be out alone, this late,
and she should know it.
I made my move quickly, without hesitation.  They say he who hesitates is
lost, and I don't like to lose.  I didn't lose her.  I closed with her
quickly, and before she even realized someone was behind her I had my arm
around her neck, flashing the knife in front of her eyes.  The blade wasn't
that long, only about six inches, but it must have looked terrifying to her
as it reflected the light of the streetlights in her eyes.
"Don't yell, don't do anything stupid, and I won't kill you."  I hissed in
her ear.  "Do the sensible thing, bitch.  Just keep walking.  The knife is
right behind you."
To her credit, she didn't scream.  Her eyes were huge and her lips were a
thin, compressed line of barely controlled terror, but she didn't make a
sound.  She kept walking.
"The car, that Lexus by the curb,"  I hissed to her,  "Open the door.  Get
in.  Carefully, and don't make any sudden moves."
Trembling, she opened the door and got in carefully, smoothing her skirt
down.  I locked the door.  "If you try to run while I'm getting in, you'll
regret it," was all I said.  I slammed the door shut and hurried to the
driver's side.  She didn't bolt. In the dark, in a strange car, it's pretty
hard to find the controls to open a car with electric locks anyway, which
was one of the things I was counting on.
I was in the car and driving before fifteen seconds had gone by.  I had the
knife in my right hand again.  "On the floor there are two pairs of
handcuffs.  Put the first pair around your ankles."  She hesitated.  "NOW!" 
I ordered.  She bent over and I heard the cuffs click into place.
"Put the second pair on your right wrist, then hold your arms out toward
me."
Again, she did as she was told, and I quickly locked the cuffs around her
left wrist, securing her.  The Lexus had tinted windows, so I doubt if
anyone could see inside at all.  Earlier in the day, when I had rented it, I
found it difficult to see in the side windows even in full sunlight.
"What... what are you going to do to me?"  she asked, her voice filled with
fear.
In a way, the question annoyed me.  It was a stupid question.  "What the
fuck do you think I'm going to do with you, bitch?" I demanded.  "Just what
the fuck do you think I want?"
She sucked in her breath, either from my sudden profanity or from my
bluntness, I don't know which.  "Please don't hurt me," she begged.
"You won't get hurt - much, at least, as long as you do what I say. 
Understand?"
She nodded, unable to speak.  Her lip quivered a bit, then stopped.  She was
strong, I'll have to admit.

I didn't have far to drive, and soon we were there.  The house had a pull-in
garage which opened to the signal of my automatic door opener.  I waited
until the door had descended behind us, all the way, before moving.  We were
completely in the dark.  I had taken the light out of the door opener
earlier.  I reached across the seat and ran my hand up her thigh, gently.
"Now it's time for some fun,"  I said,  "Let me be a gentleman and open your
door for you."
She started to cry, softly.  I opened my door, got out, and walked around to
open the door for my victim.
"Get out,"  I said,  "and kick off your heels.  Leave `em out here."  In the
dim light of the car's door lights, she got out, kicked off her high heels,
then stood before me, still bound hand and foot by the cuffs.  She was about
five inches shorter than I was, now that the pumps were off.  I pushed her
toward the door that opened up to the inside of my house.  "Move,"  I
ordered.
I kept giving her little pushes as she shuffled in until we stood in the
thick carpet of the living room.  All the windows, of course, had the
curtains pulled.  No one could see in.  I turned on the lights, to get a
good look at my catch for the first time.
She was beautiful.  A petite girl of about twenty three, with straight,
shoulder length auburn hair and alluring green eyes. She was dressed for
business, with a smart looking gray blazer over a white blouse, and a
matching gray skirt.  She was wearing stockings, but they were such a light
color I hadn't even noticed at first.
"Very, very nice!"  I murmered, causing her to blush.  "What's your name?"
"S-Sandy,"  she stammered.  "Please let me go."
"Let's get something straight, S-Sandy," I said mockingly,  "You're mine
now.  I caught you.  You can't get away.  You're standing here in chains. If
you do whatever I say, whenever I say, you just might come out of this all
right."
Sandy looked down at the rug.  I walked behind her and slowly put my arms
around her.  She stiffened as I cupped her breasts in my hands.  "I can do
anything I want, bitch,"  I whispered harshly in her ear,  "I can do
anything to you at all.  You have no power here.  Understand?"
She whimpered and nodded.  I found her nipples through the fabric of her
blouse and bra and pinched.  She sucked in a breath and moaned.
I released her and stepped back.  "There'll be time enough for that later," 
I said.  "Right now, I want to look at my prize.  That's you, Sandy.  That's
what you've become now.  A prize.  An object.  My prize, since I caught
you."
I took a large pair of scissors from the shelf behind me.  The girl's eyes
got even bigger, and her knees started to give way.  "No...."  she said
softly, "please...."
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled, making her stand straight.  "Another
word, bitch, and
you'll regret it.  Now stand still."
It was more work than I'd thought to cut off her jacket.  She was still
wearing the cuffs on both ankles and wrists, of course, so there was no way
I could pull it off.  By the time I had the last of it cut off her face was
streaming with tears.
"Please,"  she sobbed,  "Please just let me go now.  I won't tell the
police.  I won't tell anyone! Just please let me go!"
I grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the couch.  It was an old
couch, and sturdy, which was a good thing since she landed hard.  I rolled
her over onto her belly.  "What did I tell you about saying another word?" I
hissed.
She was lying on her hands and her feet were still bound.  Her ass was mine,
literally.  I smacked her once, twice, then a third time with my open palm,
causing her to yelp.  My hand was stinging like hell by then, so I took off
my shoe - a Nike sneaker, if it matters, and gave her five more with it.  I
pulled her head up by the hair.  "Ready to be a good, quiet little bitch?" 
I growled.
"Yes,"  she sobbed,  "I promise."
"Good,"  I said.  I pulled her up to her feet again.  Then I handed her the
scissors.  It surprised her, I think, because I could see the surprise in
her eyes, and the flash of a thought - the scissors were sharp, a weapon,
and maybe.....  It was like I could read her mind.  The idea was born and
dead in the space of a second.  She was still bound.  She was smaller then
me.  She was in my power.
"What... what?"  she stammered, looking at the scissors.
"I thought I'd let you help me,"  I said.
She got a devastated look in her eyes.  "You want me to..."
"Cut `em off, bitch!"  I snarled.  "And do it quick!  I'm running out of
patience with you."
She could see the bulge in my pants by then.  It was turning me on like
crazy to have such a beauty in my possession, and to know she was assisting
in her own rape.
Sandy started sobbing, louder than before, but slowly, carefully, she began
to cut.  She started with the buttons on her blouse.  I made her cut the
fabric, right up the font.  I helped out with the sleeves.
She started to unfasten the skirt, since it could be dropped around her
ankles.  I stopped her.  "The skirt too,"  I said,  "cut it.  I don't care
if it could come off intact.  The point is to get you nude by your own hand.
You don't control your actions, I do."
Sobbing again, she obeyed.  She stood there in a plain white bra and
panties, looking at me.
"Don't stop now,"  I ordered,  "You don't think I brought you here just to
admire your undies, do you?  You asked before what I was going to do.  The
answer is, I'm going to make you get yourself nude, then you're going to beg
me to rape you.  Beg me to fuck your lousy brains out!  Beg me to bend you
over and fuck your ass like it's never been fucked before!  So get those
fucking panties off, NOW!"
I shouted the last words, maybe a little louder than I had meant to.  She
was sobbing again, but all resistance was gone.  Soon the panties and bra
were shredded and on the floor with the rest of what had been a nice outfit.
I pushed her toward the stairway.  "Crawl, slut,"  I ordered,  "Crawl up the
stairs.  I have a bed I'm going to tie you to so we can have a little fun."
I watched the girl's naked ass swaying up the stairway, as she worked her
way up step by step, still bound hand and foot.  At the top of the stairs I
pulled a key from my pocket and removed her ankle cuffs.  I refastened one
loop of the cuffs to the chain between the girl's hands, then jerked her up
by her arms and threw her onto my bed, a nice king sized job with lots of
room to move.  I didn't give her a chance to react.  I cuffed her hands to
the rail at the top of the bed, then quickly got undressed.
Her eyes got big as she saw my huge, swollen cock jump out of my pants.  I
was dying to sink it deep into her tight little captive snatch, and she knew
it.  Naked now myself, I climbed on top of her.  "Beg for it, bitch!"  I
snarled.  "Beg for me to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.  Say
it!"
She averted her eyes as she mouthed the words, softly,  "Please... please
fuck me..."
I grabbed her head in my hands and turned it so she was forced to look deep
into my eyes.  "This is your last chance, you cheap little slut of a whore! 
Beg for me to fuck you!"
Something changed in her eyes, and it was almost like she was looking
through me to someplace above, seeing something else.  "Oh, God!" she cried,
"Oh God, please fuck me!  I can't stand it! Shove it in me! Fuck me you
bastard!"
I took her then, shoving  my hungry cock deep inside her.  Her pussy was
already soaking wet, her entire body blazing hot and rigid.  She wrapped her
legs around my back, squeezing, pushing me deeper inside her, moaning and
bucking.
It was all I could do to ride out the storm then, as the girl went wild
beneath me.  She thrashed wildly, trying to free her hands from the cuffs,
yanking and tearing at the steel holding her.
I'll be damned if I know how she did it.  Maybe I hadn't fastened the cuffs
on her wrists as tight as I should have. Her hands were pretty small, which
probably helped.  Maybe all the sweat made it easier for her to slip her
hands free. At any rate, she managed to get both hands free at once.  She
wrapped her arms around me and tore at me with her nails, which felt razor
sharp.  I yelled, and then with a sudden stiffening she came in an
explosive, tearing orgasm.  I felt her nails tear into the flesh of my back
again, and my second, louder shout was drowned out by her scream of
pleasure.  Her tightening orgasm was the final straw, and I came suddenly,
almost painfully, shoving myself deep inside her and filling her with load
after load of hot cum.
I collapsed on top of her, and lay there panting.  My victim was quiet for a
moment, then gave a little grunt and rolled me over.  After a few minutes,
she finally stirred, reaching up to run her fingers through the hair on my
chest.
"Was that the way you wanted?"  I asked.
"Perfect,"  she said, sighing.  "You didn't tell me you were going to rent a
goddamn Lexus.  I don't even want to know how much that cost.  But we'll
have fun driving it for the weekend."  She shuddered a little.  "The knife
scared the shit out of me.  Where'd you get it?  And those cuffs?  It was
perfect.  For a while there it didn't even feel like it was you.  I could
really believe you were a rapist."
"For a while there,"  I said,  "It felt like I was.  It scares me a litte to
say this, but it really turned me on to have you in my power, tied up.   And
your tears sure looked real.  It all felt real."
My wife poked me in the ribs, a little harder than she really had to. 
"Those tears WERE real!"  she said loudly,  "That was one of my best
outfits!  I thought I was at least going to be able to save my skirt!  I
almost used the safe word!  Do you suppose the neighbors would've come
running if they'd heard me screaming `Beer Party?' at the top of my lungs?"
I laughed.  "They've heard you screaming everything else tonight.  They
probably figured it was the Second Coming since you screamed `Oh God!' so
often."
Sandy didn't answer.  She reached down and squeezed my cock, which
immediately began to respond.  "It scares ME to say this, but it really
turns me on to be in your power, you big oaf.  When you spanked me on the
couch, I wanted you to fuck me right then and there. It was a perfect rape
fantasy.  Thank you."
I let her straddle me and begin to ride, and at just the right moment I
slapped her on the ass, hard.  She yelped.  I pulled her back down onto me. 
"Looks like we have a new hobby then," I said, "I'm glad the neighbors are
tolerant."
"Yeah,"  Sandy added,  "and deaf."


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