Thread: Waking Up to Disaster (Lostgalone x QB)

Her gagged pleas did not reach his ears as he held the gun close, his merciless groping continuing. Looking right into the ivory white of the Kidnapper's mask, there was no mercy nor reprieve to be found. He took no pity upon the state of the former Queen-bee, not left begging and slobbering all over herself with her own saliva making mewling gagged noises. Nice tits, you bitch. he barks, only to let down the gun, letting it fall to the flooring. Then, he poses with her as with a snap of light, he took a 'selfie' with the bound Mitsuru. Hah! Tied up like that, you'll look great when I send that pic to your boyfriend! Maybe he'll be jealous when I show him you sucking my cock! Psychological torture never letting up either, he aimed at completely breaking her down, determined to use any means necessary. I hear you talk a fuckin' lot. Maybe that mouth of yours can give a good blow job, right? he asked, grasping her hair, lifting up slightly. He soon left her momentarily, mostly to send an email to him, attaching the picture. When he returned, he carried with him strange black sleeve, and a few more bud-shaped vibrators. I'm gonna untie you, but I swear to God if you move your arm any place I'm gonna rape you, then feed you off to the streets for a cheap fuck. he barked yet another threat, as he slowly removes the binds behind her back, only to slide the leather sleeve onto both her arms, now kept pressed together. He traps it steady just at her shoulder and chest, straps running above and below her breasts, crossing just at the middle to accentuate her bust. Then, he began to strap the armbinder tight, cruelly tying knots that forced her elbows to meet behind her back, turning her two joined arms into a useless, fingerless stump. Then, he lifted her up, forcing her to stand. Bringing his knee against the back of hers, he forced her to her knees, tying her ankles right against her thigh in the incredibly painful kneeling position after removing the earlier ropes on her ankles. Ropes lashing her ankles tight, she was forced to stand only on her thighs with her knees the new tip of her lower region. Then, tying a rope at the end of her armbinder to the ceiling, he kept it so that he would be perfectly balanced, her bound arms held up at a 90 degree angle. The result was a very cruel, stringent bondage strappado that forced pressure against her upper body and her knees, upon which held up all of her weight. The natural position of her arms forced her to bow slightly, furthering the humiliation as she was to endure this new position with her knees just at the foot of the back seat. He could have placed her up on the actual seat but god forbid her captor make things easier for her. Trussed up nicely, just the way a bitch like you ought to be tied! Her kidnapper crooned, only to pull down her panties. The vibrator from before slips out, evidently slick with her pussy juices. What's that, you're wet? You fucking whore, can't you smell it? Can you?! he smears the juices of it just between her nostrils and upper lip, allowing her to smell her pleasure. Then, placing three vibrators inside and one nestled just at her clitoris, he pulls up her panties as he smiles, moving back. Look up, whore! he says, as the man, with her camera, begins to record video. Walking up, he captor rips the tape off her mouth roughly, pulling a few hair strands that were trapped behind the sticky tape off. Anything you want to say to your boyfriend, bitch? he asks, smiling as the vibrators buzzed to life, all four of them with one strategically pressed against her sensitive clit. In his other hand was a ball gag perhaps she would know where ta would end up.