#bruise.

okay yeah thinkin about a fantasy where you're tied up and gagged in their car. them carrying you inside and putting you on your stomach on the soft carpet in an empty room. sliding a plug inside you while you lie there restrained unable to stop them. the only thing in the room is a clock on the wall, mercilessly ticking the seconds away

your kidnapper going back out to the car and bringing back arm loads of boxes and furniture, a couple of lamps. after a few trips back and forth, they test the plug, playing with it while you whimper and try not to moan. they pull it out gently and pour lube over the hole, pushing it inside with one long warm finger. they finger you slowly, agonizingly over and over before they remember themselves and put the plug back in. except, no— it’s a bigger plug

and so it goes for the next few hours. they meticulously unpack the car and set up the room, even carrying items you recognize from home. and every 30 minutes, like clockwork, they come over and finger you and size up the plug. after two hours your tense body is just too tired to clench anymore and you go limp, settling into the carpet feeling like a trembling puddle. the next time they come to change you plug they notice how you don’t squirm or tense up when they remove it, don’t try to protest when they slide two fingers inside and scissor them gently. you just moan quietly and whimper around your gag

and then you hear the clink of their belt, and your tired body summons enough energy to go rigid again. clothes rustle behind you and you expect to be touched any moment, but nothing. then you hear their voice

Do you like how your new room is coming along?

and you take in the parts of the room you can see with a new sinking acceptance that this will be your home now. and it’s as you sigh and resign to that fact that you feel their hands again. one on your hip, one hooked into the ring of your current plug, teasing and tugging until you once again go limp from exhaustion and the little toy pulls free

Perfect. That’s perfect. I knew you would like it. And you seem so relaxed and ready for it, aren’t you sweetheart? I hope you’re comfy down here… I’ll be building your bed next but first

and you feel the warm head of their cock press at your asshole

First I just, I can’t help it sweetheart you just look so good for me. You know I can’t resist when you look like this. I can tell you want it too baby, you’re so wet and you’re so open for me…

and you try to shout and squirm away but they pin you down and line themselves up while hushing you. they’re murmuring excuses as they slide inside you, telling you they have to, they just have to, that you’ll be fine. that you were ready for it, so it’s okay and look at this great room and all of your favorite stuff from home. settling all the way in and telling you they know you wanted it, that they could tell you needed someone to take you away. telling you that you feel so good, that your ass is so tight and you're so soft and you smell so good and look so good taking their cock

then apologizing as they get a little rougher, telling you you'll be okay they won’t hurt you, you'll be fine you can take it. leaving bruises and bite marks and pulling your hair when they fuck your ass with punishingly deep strokes until they grind you down into the floor, cumming deep in your ass.