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What are You Willing to Do? Part 2
Posted:May 9, 2017 7:56 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 9:7 am
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Annie finally woke fully when the car jerked to a complete stop. She had no idea where she was or how long it had been. Trying to raise herself up enough to peer out the window, she remembered her injured right elbow a little too late as the shearing pain from the applied pressure forced her to lay back down. Her attempts to listen for movement in the front compartment of the vehicle failed. The barrier between her and the police officer was too thick and the darkness too unyielding for her to gather any clues as to what this perverted stranger was doing.

She heard the car door slam, and then deafening silence. Listening into the night, she tried to stop her breath in an attempt to detect any movement. There was none. Time crept by so slowly that Annie felt an inkling of loneliness and desperation. Despite herself, she almost wished her capture would return. At least then she wouldn’t be alone. Somehow, she felt more vulnerable in his absence than in his presence. She had no idea what was to come, but anything must be better than lying helpless, bound, and in complete darkness and silence. After what seemed like an eternity, he returned. She could hear the crunching of his boots on what must have been some kind of gravel path. Funny, she hadn’t been able to hear it when he left. The sound it made was rhythmic and determined. It got closer and closer. She held her breath. There was a part of her that wanted him to return, to rescue her from the darkness and loneliness she felt. Another part of her completely dreaded the return. The unknown. She knew she had offered more than she could give, and she knew that he was about to cash in.

As he opened the car door, her feet slipped over the seat and her left shoe fell to the ground. Picking it up, he roughly shoved it back on her foot. No Cinderella story here. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs forward until the small of her back slide off the seat. With her arms cuffed, she had no choice but to give into his will and hope he didn’t just yank her to the ground. Her skirt stuck to the seat, so at this point, the hem was around her breast, and her legs, hips and waist were completely exposed….as well as her…other areas. He let her ankles drop. He placed a hand around each of her exposed hips and moved her, gentler this time, towards him. He stopped when just her shoulders and neck rested on the seat and straddled her pressing his inner thighs against her hips offering some stability. She bent her knees and tried to stay flat on the seat.

She watched as he pulled a dark object from his pocket. As he leaned over her, she realized it was a blindfold. “No.” she whispered. She didn’t know if he could hear her.

“No?” He asked. She could make out his blue eyes and dark hair at this point.

“No,” she confirmed. He had heard.

“We aren’t leaving this car until this blindfold is over your eyes.” He stated.

She knew he meant business by the tone of his voice. She was smart enough to realize that in every way, he had the advantage. He knew where they were and she didn’t. She was cuffed and he wasn’t. He was bigger and clearly stronger than her, and he was standing while she lay in this precarious position not well suited for enduring lengthy periods of time. But this was a matter of pride. What other source could she have at this moment? His fingers had been in her most intimate areas, and she lay nearly exposed in this very vulnerable position. She had to hold her ground on this one.

“No, you aren’t putting that on me…I want to stay here,” she said defiantly.

“As you wish…” He said. He straightened up never easing his grip of her hips.

At first, this position was easy to hold. She went to the gym and was fairly fit. But as her legs grew weary, she tried to relax, but this only caused her torso to sag and she risked falling out of the car. He watched her sink lower with no sign that he would stop her from falling and hitting her head on the car or the ground, so she was forced to tense her legs and try to worm her way as best she could as far on the car seat as possible. While his thighs supported her, they also prevented her from moving very far onto the seat. She managed to self-support, but after 5 minutes, her muscles began to give in and she began to shake. She tried to use her hands to support herself…she struggled with her cuffed wrists to grab at the seat but couldn’t manage to get a useful hold. She whimpered.

He gazed at her. His eyes were so intense…his expression never changed. She hated herself…she should just fall to the ground, but before, she knew it, she heard herself say, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Ask me,” he responded.

“Wwww-hat?” she struggled to keep herself up. Her entire body began to shake--the strain caused her voice to shake.
“I said ask. I gave you an opportunity to do this willingly before. You denied the opportunity, so now you will ask me…beg me even…unless you want to fall?”

“Ohhhh..my God!” Her legs and back ached in pain but between pursed lips she managed to utter….”please blindfold me.”

His left eyebrow lifted. “You don’t sound sincere.”

He loosened his legs ever so slightly letting Annie feel the unbearable weight of her body. He needed her to know what she was about to lose. As her body began to fall, he tightened his legs against her again preventing her from crashing to the ground. She needed to know that she had just two choices. She could trust him and be alright…or she could rely on herself and fall. It was really that simple.

Feeling her own weight, Annie knew that there was no way she could maintain this position on her own…if she didn’t want to fall now, she would have to give in…she could resist at some other point, but now was not the time. She took a deep breath secure in her new plan, mustered up her most humble. “Please blindfold. I really want you to…Please help me.”

Her nails dug into the cloth of the seat. Her legs began to give out, just as she began to fall, he relented, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her upwards to a seated position. He lay the blindfold gently on her eyes…if he hadn’t just abducted her, she though…she may have actually liked him….he slowly tightened the knot at the back of her head, checking to ensure that it was loose enough for comfort, but tight enough to block any sign of light. When he was satisfied, he grabbed at her shoulders again until she stood between him and the door of the car. This time, he grabbed her waist, laying his forearm completely across her torso and wrapping his fingers until he lightly gripped her side. It felt so invasive…so intimate.

He moved her to the side and then forward. She felt a slight movement of air on her calves as he closed the door. He walked behind her as he led her forward. His knees gently brushed the back of her thighs with each forward step, a cautious reminder that he was there and in control. As she walked, she could feel small pieces of gravel rolling around in her left shoe. He hadn’t dumped it after it had fallen, just shoved it back on her foot.

The walk seemed to stretch on forever. Her legs burned from the previous workout at the car. Her feet ached and she couldn’t help but to tear up a bit when she thought of the havoc the gravel road was having on her heels. She knew this was childish…she should be more concerned about her own safety and wellbeing, but she had saved up to buy these…a little indulgence on a student’s budget. Her calves looked fabulous in them but by the time this walk ended, they would be completely useless. She wasn’t like the other students in her program. They were rich and spoiled…gluttonously spending their parents’ wealth as though they had somehow earned it on their own. She had to work for most of what she had…anything else was a scholarship or accolade awarded to her for her hard effort. While her peers worried about having the latest coach purse or what vodka would taste best with what mixer…she worried about keeping her grades up and not losing her scholarship…showing up on time… and trying to make second hand business suits look impressive enough to win over possible future employers. Her father didn’t have friends who could just give her a job upon graduation. And the one time she tried to indulge and actually act her age…well…this happened.

As she began to limp, Annie could feel his knee jab into her upper thigh. She tried to improve her gait, but between the sore legs, aching feet, and the sharp gravel…she became less and less sure with each and every step. He must have realized this and abruptly stopped walking. Her own movement forward caused her to lurch backwards crashing into his torso and thighs. Without any hesitation, he turned her around and lifted her off the ground, swinging her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Her arms stuck up awkwardly into the air. She wanted to kick his stomach, she could if she tried, but she was so tired and grateful not to be walking anymore that she lay her head as best she could against his lower back feeling her head lifted and lowered with each step. The ground softened and the sound of the gravel path slowly transition into a soft dirt trail.

The blackness of the night gave way to a small light she could just barely make out from behind her blindfold. The two entered a small abandoned looking cabin. He slid her to the ground and ripped off the blindfold abruptly causing her sore and unsteady legs to fail her. Annie hit the floor rolling onto her side as she whimpered from both the pain in her hip and the light in her eyes. She peered up meekly through her disheveled hair at her capture. He leered at her…almost annoyed and bored by her helplessness. She wondered how many other girls had met this same fate. For her, this was a terrifying nightmare, but the nonchalant ease of his actions suggested that this was somehow routine.

He gave her one more scowl before walking away and slamming the door and locking the two of them inside. Just her and him….a combination she did not like. He returned, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her upright.

Squatting before her, he whispered through clinched teeth. “You’re such a fucking . I didn’t gag you…I didn’t restrain your feet. I gave you every opportunity, but you didn’t even scream…you didn’t even kick. What’s wrong with you?”

She stared blankly at him. He wanted her to fight him? Before she could think much else, she felt a forceful blow to the left side of her face. It came with such force that it knocked her to the ground again. She laid soaking in the utter pain and the ringing in her left ear willing herself not to cry. As he reached to lift her up again, Annie began kicking as hard as she could. She didn’t want him to touch her. She wanted to hurt him as badly as he had just hurt her. Her right heel made contact with his left upper thigh. She tried to push it into him as hard as she could. She wanted it to go through his leg. Lifting up off his thigh, Annie squirmed her way across the floor as far away as she could get from him. Knowing how ridiculous she looked, she continued…she didn’t care.

He smirked, “Good, so you do have a little fight in you. Save your energy,..you will need it later. But still…no screaming? No tears? We’ll have to change that.”

He moved towards her, grabbed her shoulders, and jerked her up again. She scowled into his face. She knew his type. She had profiled people like him. Craved power, like to humiliate. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream or seeing her cry. Men like him got off on it. He could do his best…she wasn’t going to crack.

He moved away into the shadow. He watched her…he had seen so many girls before. Most were easy to break. A little smack and a hard throat fuck, and they were bawling like the little bitches they are. He liked the stubborn ones…much harder to break…but worth the trouble. When they broke, they broke harder and so much deeper than the weaker girls. Like shattering a soul…as they realized that their humanness would always win. That pain, desperation, and the desire to live would always betray their facade of bravery. He reached behind him to feeling for the right tool to begin. He didn’t want to break her fast. He had 48hrs before his next shift. He wanted to draw this one out…tease her…make her feel like she could win…completely humiliate her in every imaginable way before crushing her completely.
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