dommmu
Governor
Here is a story I want to share with you – the first one I'll ever post! I made it up in the past days and are currently continuing it. Without spoiling too much, the story is about a guy who lures an unsuspecting online acquaintance to his remote place with the intention to crucify her. The story is set on Christmas and since Christmas is a rather modern invention, our protagonists live in present time. So much about the abstract.
I am not sure if a disclaimer is common for stories around here, but it can't hurt: This story is a work of fantasy. All characters and places are fictional. Any relation to actual persons or places is unintentional und coincidental. In real life, I do not endorse acts of non-consensual sex, torture and murder!
Alright, enough of the formal words, let's get started with part 1:
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Part 1 – Arrival
Vincent felt the girl's nervousness as he steered the car into the dirt road. Apparently it was her first time doing something like this.
"What's your name again?", the girl asked.
"Vincent. You already asked me twice on the way here." The girl bit her lip and looked down on her feet. "And your name is Gea", Vincent continued. "You already told me twice, as well."
Gea fell silent and focussed on her feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
"What kind of name is Gea, anyway? I never heard it before", Vincent asked.
She seemed relieved that they had found a topic that could break the awkward silence, albeit only for a few moments.
"It's derived from Gaia, the goddess of the earth", she said happily.
"Do really you think you are a goddess?", Vincet cut her short. "As far as I remember, you will be my slave for the next few days! I will definately not treat you like a goddess."
Gea looked down again. Even now, with her face wrinkled to a grimace of shame, she could not hide her youth and beauty. She was 21, or at least that's what her profile on the dating website said. It was the minimum age for the users. As Vincent checked her out, he would have estimated her to be a little younger, 19 or 20 maybe. The website however didn't require any identity check. Vincent had been honest about his own age. He was 34.
One thing they had both been honest about was, that they weren't interested in dating. The website had developed from a dating portal to a hookup platform where attractive young people offered themselves for good payment. Vincent did not know what Gea's story behind selling her body to men was. Maybe she was a student who struggled to pay her tuition, maybe she was a gold digger who had been recently kicked out by her sugar daddy, or maybe she was just a clueless looser who couldn't manage with money. He wasn't even sure if 'Gea' was her real name if she just used it online. He did not care, either.
What he did know was, that she needed money. Lots of money. At first, she had been reluctant when he wanted to book her over the holidays for a 'BDSM role play', as he had described it to her. She had said she had no experience at this and did not know what was awaiting her. But when Vincent had offered her 5,000 bucks, she had quickly agreed.
And now here she was in his car, on the way to the old cottage Vincent had inherited from his grandparents years ago. Despite her slender body being sunk into the car seat in apparent uneasiness, Gea's appearance was graceful. But she was overdressed for what he had planned for her, Vincent conluded.
He stopped the car on the dirt road. Gea was confused as she woke up from her trance of shame and looked around. To their left, there was a dense forest of high and intimidating pine trees and to their right, there was a wide open field with no house in sight.
"Get out!", Vincent commanded. Gea complied hesitantly. Vincent put on his leather gloves, got out of the car himself and went to the back of the car. Gea follwed him. He opened the trunk and took out a large garbage bag. "Strip! Put all of your clothes in there!"
Gea was shocked. She looked around. There was no other person in sight. "Here? But it's cold!", she complained. Indeed it was cold. It was December 22. Although it was only in the early afternoon, the sun had already started to set. A cold wind was blowing from the field, wirling their hair and whipping cold hard raindrops in their faces. Just a few degrees colder, and the rain would turn to snow.
"Strip!", Vincent replied is command, a little louder than before to make it clear, that he did not intent do discuss it. Gea removed her jacket and put it in the bag. She was wearing a cheap blue dress beneath it. After a moment of hesitation, she removed it and stood in front of Vincent, just in her boots and her underwear. Vincent could tell that the reason she was shivering was not only because of the cold. Gea crossed her arms in front of her chest, not saying anything, but pleading with her eyes to get back into the car.
"Everything, I said!" Vincent started to lose his patience.
Gea closed her eyes in surrender. She stepped out of her shoes and pulled off her shoes and socks, careful not to get them wet and dirty on the rain soaked ground. Then she stripped from her bra and slip and put everything carefully in the bag, as commanded.
Here she was, outside in the middle of nowhere, naked and freezing, at the mercy of a man that was easily one foot taller and without doubt a lot stronger than her. She could not remember having ever felt so helpless and humiliated before.
Vincent liked what he saw. He looked down from her cute round face that was framed by her shoulder lenght blonde hair. She was wearing no jewleries and only decent makeup. His eyes moved further down and found her beautiful small tits. Her nipples were stiff from the freezing air. She was rather flat-chested, but it fit her slender body so well. A hint of abs was showing on her flat belly, ocassionally twitching due to the cold. A dancer, maybe? Her figure would fit it. He looked further down to find her pussy shaved clean, just as he had ordered prior to their meeting.
"Get on your knees and suck my cock!", he said.
"But... here? In the dirt?"
"Do you want your money or not?"
Without further contradicting words, she knelt down on the wet dirt road, her shaking hands slowly undoing his belt and his pants. Vincent felt her dainty hands slowing grabbing his cock, pulling it out of his pants. It was stiff within seconds.
She was not a good cock sucker. It seemed to Vincent like she had never given a blowjob before. But with a few instructions and the guidance of his hands grabbing her head, both of them quickly found the right rythm. As Vincent felt his orgasm building up, he held her head firmly between his hands and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth, scratching the back of her throat. Gea tried to escape, her neck rapidly jerking back and her hands unsucsessfully grabing his arms, trying to losen his tight grip. Only after Vincent had released his load, he let go of her, letting her fall backwards on her ass. He watched with amusement, as she rolled over on her side, coughing and gasping for air.
"Get up!", he ordered. Gea pulled herself up, standing on shaking legs, covered all over in the wet red-brown sand of the road. Some of his cum was dripping from her chin onto her chest.
"Goddess of earth you say?", Vincent mocked. "More goddess of dirt, don't you think?"
She nodded her head in silent humiliation and wrapped her hands around her body, shaking of fear and coldness. "Please", she wispered in an almost whiny voice, "may I get back into the car?"
"Yes, but I will not let you ruin my seats with all your filth!", Vincent answered. He pointed to an old blanket that was laid out in the large trunk of the car. Without further resistinance, Gea climbed inside and rolled herself up in the blanket.
"Not so fast", Vincent interrupted, taking out three pairs of handcuffs from his jacket. Gea was not happy, but she thought it would be better to comply and did not resist as Vincent used the first pair of handcuffs to secure her hands behind her back, the second for her feet and the third to connect the other two, leaving Gea in a lose hogtie.
"If I hear any word from you during the ride, I will abandon you at the side of the road!", Vincent said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back roughly to inforce his threat. "Did I make myself clear?" Gea took that instruction literally and just answered with a quick, almost indiscernible nod. "Good!", Vincent conluded as he produced a black cotton hood from his jacket and pulled it over Gea's head. He threw the blanket over her and closed the trunk.
Then he went to the passenger door and grabbed her purse. He found her phone and her ID. A quick look on her birth date told him, that she had just turned 18 last August. "Sneaky little bitch", Vincent grinned as he put her things back into her purse and stuffed it into the garbage bag where her clothes were waiting. Then he took the bag and tossed it as far as he could into the woods. If anyone ever came looking for her and decided to track down her phone, this was where the trail would end.
He got back into his car, started the engine and drove off. In fact, ever since Vincent had picked Gea up at the abandoned bus stop almost two hours ago, they had been driving into the opposite direction of his cottage. He left the dirt road and rejoined the empty country road. Gea kept her promise not to say a word during the ride, apart from an occasional moan or shriek when the car would hit a bump on the road. Vincent took the most direct way he could think of. The motorway took them to their destinaiton in less than an hour. A a short time after leaving the motorway, Vincent finally pulled up into the driveway of his cottage. It was the only house around, located on a mountain side, guarded by a large forest.
The car stopped at the cottage that lay in complete darkness. It used to be brightly illuminated during the Christmas time, paved over with light strings. Vincent's ex-girlfriend Emma had loved Christmas. Vincent didn't, at least not in his adult life. Sometimes it seemed to him like he had just used up all of his Christmas enthusiasm in his younger years. And now, since Emma wasn't around anymore, he did not see the point in decorating the house for the holidays. He hadn't even removed all of the Halloween decoration yet. Halloween was the last time he had spoken to Emma.
"You will wait here, I am going to het the house heated up and put the roast into the oven. And then, I will come and get you. Is that clear?" There was no answer from the back. "The ride is over, so you can talk now!" - "Yes, I'll wait!", Gea's muffled voice answered from under the blanket.
To be continued.
I am not sure if a disclaimer is common for stories around here, but it can't hurt: This story is a work of fantasy. All characters and places are fictional. Any relation to actual persons or places is unintentional und coincidental. In real life, I do not endorse acts of non-consensual sex, torture and murder!
Alright, enough of the formal words, let's get started with part 1:
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Part 1 – Arrival
Vincent felt the girl's nervousness as he steered the car into the dirt road. Apparently it was her first time doing something like this.
"What's your name again?", the girl asked.
"Vincent. You already asked me twice on the way here." The girl bit her lip and looked down on her feet. "And your name is Gea", Vincent continued. "You already told me twice, as well."
Gea fell silent and focussed on her feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
"What kind of name is Gea, anyway? I never heard it before", Vincent asked.
She seemed relieved that they had found a topic that could break the awkward silence, albeit only for a few moments.
"It's derived from Gaia, the goddess of the earth", she said happily.
"Do really you think you are a goddess?", Vincet cut her short. "As far as I remember, you will be my slave for the next few days! I will definately not treat you like a goddess."
Gea looked down again. Even now, with her face wrinkled to a grimace of shame, she could not hide her youth and beauty. She was 21, or at least that's what her profile on the dating website said. It was the minimum age for the users. As Vincent checked her out, he would have estimated her to be a little younger, 19 or 20 maybe. The website however didn't require any identity check. Vincent had been honest about his own age. He was 34.
One thing they had both been honest about was, that they weren't interested in dating. The website had developed from a dating portal to a hookup platform where attractive young people offered themselves for good payment. Vincent did not know what Gea's story behind selling her body to men was. Maybe she was a student who struggled to pay her tuition, maybe she was a gold digger who had been recently kicked out by her sugar daddy, or maybe she was just a clueless looser who couldn't manage with money. He wasn't even sure if 'Gea' was her real name if she just used it online. He did not care, either.
What he did know was, that she needed money. Lots of money. At first, she had been reluctant when he wanted to book her over the holidays for a 'BDSM role play', as he had described it to her. She had said she had no experience at this and did not know what was awaiting her. But when Vincent had offered her 5,000 bucks, she had quickly agreed.
And now here she was in his car, on the way to the old cottage Vincent had inherited from his grandparents years ago. Despite her slender body being sunk into the car seat in apparent uneasiness, Gea's appearance was graceful. But she was overdressed for what he had planned for her, Vincent conluded.
He stopped the car on the dirt road. Gea was confused as she woke up from her trance of shame and looked around. To their left, there was a dense forest of high and intimidating pine trees and to their right, there was a wide open field with no house in sight.
"Get out!", Vincent commanded. Gea complied hesitantly. Vincent put on his leather gloves, got out of the car himself and went to the back of the car. Gea follwed him. He opened the trunk and took out a large garbage bag. "Strip! Put all of your clothes in there!"
Gea was shocked. She looked around. There was no other person in sight. "Here? But it's cold!", she complained. Indeed it was cold. It was December 22. Although it was only in the early afternoon, the sun had already started to set. A cold wind was blowing from the field, wirling their hair and whipping cold hard raindrops in their faces. Just a few degrees colder, and the rain would turn to snow.
"Strip!", Vincent replied is command, a little louder than before to make it clear, that he did not intent do discuss it. Gea removed her jacket and put it in the bag. She was wearing a cheap blue dress beneath it. After a moment of hesitation, she removed it and stood in front of Vincent, just in her boots and her underwear. Vincent could tell that the reason she was shivering was not only because of the cold. Gea crossed her arms in front of her chest, not saying anything, but pleading with her eyes to get back into the car.
"Everything, I said!" Vincent started to lose his patience.
Gea closed her eyes in surrender. She stepped out of her shoes and pulled off her shoes and socks, careful not to get them wet and dirty on the rain soaked ground. Then she stripped from her bra and slip and put everything carefully in the bag, as commanded.
Here she was, outside in the middle of nowhere, naked and freezing, at the mercy of a man that was easily one foot taller and without doubt a lot stronger than her. She could not remember having ever felt so helpless and humiliated before.
Vincent liked what he saw. He looked down from her cute round face that was framed by her shoulder lenght blonde hair. She was wearing no jewleries and only decent makeup. His eyes moved further down and found her beautiful small tits. Her nipples were stiff from the freezing air. She was rather flat-chested, but it fit her slender body so well. A hint of abs was showing on her flat belly, ocassionally twitching due to the cold. A dancer, maybe? Her figure would fit it. He looked further down to find her pussy shaved clean, just as he had ordered prior to their meeting.
"Get on your knees and suck my cock!", he said.
"But... here? In the dirt?"
"Do you want your money or not?"
Without further contradicting words, she knelt down on the wet dirt road, her shaking hands slowly undoing his belt and his pants. Vincent felt her dainty hands slowing grabbing his cock, pulling it out of his pants. It was stiff within seconds.
She was not a good cock sucker. It seemed to Vincent like she had never given a blowjob before. But with a few instructions and the guidance of his hands grabbing her head, both of them quickly found the right rythm. As Vincent felt his orgasm building up, he held her head firmly between his hands and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth, scratching the back of her throat. Gea tried to escape, her neck rapidly jerking back and her hands unsucsessfully grabing his arms, trying to losen his tight grip. Only after Vincent had released his load, he let go of her, letting her fall backwards on her ass. He watched with amusement, as she rolled over on her side, coughing and gasping for air.
"Get up!", he ordered. Gea pulled herself up, standing on shaking legs, covered all over in the wet red-brown sand of the road. Some of his cum was dripping from her chin onto her chest.
"Goddess of earth you say?", Vincent mocked. "More goddess of dirt, don't you think?"
She nodded her head in silent humiliation and wrapped her hands around her body, shaking of fear and coldness. "Please", she wispered in an almost whiny voice, "may I get back into the car?"
"Yes, but I will not let you ruin my seats with all your filth!", Vincent answered. He pointed to an old blanket that was laid out in the large trunk of the car. Without further resistinance, Gea climbed inside and rolled herself up in the blanket.
"Not so fast", Vincent interrupted, taking out three pairs of handcuffs from his jacket. Gea was not happy, but she thought it would be better to comply and did not resist as Vincent used the first pair of handcuffs to secure her hands behind her back, the second for her feet and the third to connect the other two, leaving Gea in a lose hogtie.
"If I hear any word from you during the ride, I will abandon you at the side of the road!", Vincent said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back roughly to inforce his threat. "Did I make myself clear?" Gea took that instruction literally and just answered with a quick, almost indiscernible nod. "Good!", Vincent conluded as he produced a black cotton hood from his jacket and pulled it over Gea's head. He threw the blanket over her and closed the trunk.
Then he went to the passenger door and grabbed her purse. He found her phone and her ID. A quick look on her birth date told him, that she had just turned 18 last August. "Sneaky little bitch", Vincent grinned as he put her things back into her purse and stuffed it into the garbage bag where her clothes were waiting. Then he took the bag and tossed it as far as he could into the woods. If anyone ever came looking for her and decided to track down her phone, this was where the trail would end.
He got back into his car, started the engine and drove off. In fact, ever since Vincent had picked Gea up at the abandoned bus stop almost two hours ago, they had been driving into the opposite direction of his cottage. He left the dirt road and rejoined the empty country road. Gea kept her promise not to say a word during the ride, apart from an occasional moan or shriek when the car would hit a bump on the road. Vincent took the most direct way he could think of. The motorway took them to their destinaiton in less than an hour. A a short time after leaving the motorway, Vincent finally pulled up into the driveway of his cottage. It was the only house around, located on a mountain side, guarded by a large forest.
The car stopped at the cottage that lay in complete darkness. It used to be brightly illuminated during the Christmas time, paved over with light strings. Vincent's ex-girlfriend Emma had loved Christmas. Vincent didn't, at least not in his adult life. Sometimes it seemed to him like he had just used up all of his Christmas enthusiasm in his younger years. And now, since Emma wasn't around anymore, he did not see the point in decorating the house for the holidays. He hadn't even removed all of the Halloween decoration yet. Halloween was the last time he had spoken to Emma.
"You will wait here, I am going to het the house heated up and put the roast into the oven. And then, I will come and get you. Is that clear?" There was no answer from the back. "The ride is over, so you can talk now!" - "Yes, I'll wait!", Gea's muffled voice answered from under the blanket.
To be continued.