Late One Night [Awesomist and KrisBeta]

[KrisBeta]

Salla was on her way home from the club, dressed in a tight, short black dress that accentuated her curves and large breasts. Her mild heels, she had found she was hopeless in anything higher than two inches, clicked on the sidewalk as she hurried through the darkened streets. She wished now she'd thought to call for a cab, as she was hopelessly lost. But it hadn't been quite this late when she'd left, and she'd thought it was a fine night for a brisk walk home. She was definitely regretting it as she found herself in the more dangerous part of town, with graffiti and such marking the walls of buildings all around her. Her bright red hair was tied back, though some of it had been left loose to frame her pale face and strikingly violet eyes. They weren't contacts either. Her eyes were naturally a deep violet.

 

[KrisBeta]

She bit her lip and paused her hurried walking, looking around thoughtfully. Then the man was in front of her offering her help with a smile. But rather than take it she shook her head and took a step back.

"No, thank you." She replied before turning and heading back in the direction from which she'd come, deciding to trace her steps back to the club she'd been at. Unfortunately she was in a trap, though she had no idea of that fact. There was no escape for her this night as she continued on obliviously.

 

[KrisBeta]

She cried out as she was ambushed, but the big man's hand over her mouth muffled her pleas for help as he carried her away. So she squirmed and struggled in his grasp, but of course he was too strong for her. Eventually she heart the one who'd lured her into the trap speak to his boss, whoever that was, and then she was dumped on the ground. Face-down and full, plump ass up. She squirmed some more, trying to at least get onto her side. "Please, let me go." She pleaded into the darkness, still unable to see anything due to her blindfold.

 

[KrisBeta]

The sound of footsteps had made her pause and wait, but the sudden touch had her giving a cry of surprise and trying to squirm away. Then came her words, which had the young woman whimpering in fear. "Oh god, please. Please just let me go." She gasped struggling to get away from the woman looming over her. With her blindfold she couldn't see her, couldn't see anything. And that only heightened her growing terror.

 

[KrisBeta]

Salla cried out when she was smacked in the face with what must have been a dick from the way the woman spoke. So the small part of her mind that remained rational came to the conclusion that her captor was a hermaphrodite. The rest of her was full of fear and desperation. She whimpered as the woman touched her, squirming under her hands. But with her arms and legs bound she couldn't do anything else. She was trapped there. Of course, with her legs bound the woman also couldn't really rape her very well, which was something the redhead clung to for now.

 

[KrisBeta]

As soon as Salla's hands were free she wrestled with the ropes on her ankles, eventually getting them loose enough to kick off. Once she had she scrambled to her feet, holding the tatters of the top of her dress up over her breasts as best age could while yanking off the blindfold. She looked around frantically, pale skin nearly glowing in the darkness. Then the light came on and she looked at her captor, remembering what she had said. She backed away as the other woman came vloswr until she was cornered and being groped. Lifting a hand she smacked the woman across the face, hard, and then tried to dart past her.

 

[KrisBeta]

The redhead whimpered and squirmed, tears starting to trickle down her pale cheeks as her fear rose. She reached down and grabbed the wandering hand, trying to pull it away from the apex of her thighs. "Please stop, just let me go..." She cried out, pushing at her with growing desperation.