LittleThing

TW: obsession, stalking, CNC, intoxication, forced breeding, kidnapping, all my favourite kinks basically.

Your legs dangle off the edge of your bed, endlessly scrolling those dating websites, face after face. Craig enjoys football, left swipe. Sam has a picture of him and his friends, which one is he? Left swipe. An exasperated sigh slips from your mouth until you stumble across me. I shared your interests, matched your hobbies, hell, I didn't even look too bad. You were tired of swiping, your thumbs aching from the long ten minutes so you decide to give me a chance. Right swipe.

IT'S A MATCH!

It was like fate had brought us together, as if the stars had aligned in the sky to allow my profile to appear on your screen. But it wasn't. I studied you, I learnt your likes and dislikes through your social media. You were easy enough to find, I just followed the breadcrumbs you left online. I moulded my profile to be exactly what you want so I can have exactly what I want. You.

New Notification

It started with a simple conversation, I had to keep it light with you, I didn't want to scare you away by telling you all that I knew. I acted surprised when you revealed your hobbies, pretended to be shocked that we shared so much in common, but it was all part of my plan. I needed to lure you into a false sense of security.

It wasn't hard to get you to agree to a date, you suggested somewhere in public with eyes on us at all times but that wasn't what I wanted. I proposed a bar, somewhere we can let our hair down, let our inhibitions slip away. I knew you couldn't say no to a drink.

The Velvet Lounge

Drinks were flowing as was your hair onto your shoulders, you wanted to make a good first impression for me. I dressed exactly how you expected me to, you found it attractive when men put in the effort. Before long, we were sat face to face, drinks poured into our glasses. I could see your eyelids starting to drop, the intoxication setting in with each drink I bought for you. They didn't stop coming, shot after shot, wine after wine, I needed you fucked up.

The water in my system kept me sober as you stumble from the booth, grabbing onto my arm and thanking me for keeping you upright. I led you out of the door, feeling the brisk air hitting our faces as I led you to your demise.

The duct tape.

You couldn't stop me, the tape wrapped around your wrists forced your hands behind your back, your fingers clawing at your binds. You couldn't scream, your underwear was forced into your mouth held behind the adhesive spread across your face. The alcohol flowed through your veins, your dizzy head pressed against the leather of the back seats, breathing heavily.

Your heavy pants made me long for you more, desired you further as my hands pulled your hips up to meet my cock. I was throbbing, the heat of my length radiated against your thigh before I slid inside of you. Your cunt clenched around me, your body trying to stop me taking what I was owed, but I pushed further, harder, deeper.

Tears were leaking down your cheek, staining the seat beneath you as my thrusts pounded you harder into them. Your sobs were drowned out by my grunts, the radio soon turned on to silence your whimpers. My fingers soon became acquainted with your neck, forcing your back to press against my chest. My tongue slid carelessly against your neck, feeling your goosebumps as I violated you, ripped away any semblance of innocence you had left in you.

I couldn't take it any longer. The sobs, the tears, the squirming to get away. You looked so ethereal at this moment and I had to leave you with one last gift to make you totally mine. My seed spills deep inside of you, coating your insides with my load, claiming you. Groans of pleasure was offered into your ear, whether you wanted it or not, forcing my cum in harder until I was spent. The last tear of duct tape rings through your ears as my cock evacuates you, replaced with the tape across your cunt. With a slap upon the tape, the seal was set.

Silence.

The music halted, your cries ceased, my breathing calmed. The weight of my body released you from your trap as your wrists were freed from their hold, finally free from the torture. You reach up to pull your underwear from your mouth, hidden behind the tape, taking a deep yet shaky breath into your lungs.