Thread: In The Basement [N-C]

Brittany was naked. It was the first thing she noticed when the chloroform wore off. She had concluded that it was chloroform anyway it had been pungent and burned her throat while the Masked Shadow had been holding it over her face. He had drugged her in her bed, abducted her from her apartment, and brought her here. And she was naked. The air felt cold and damp against her bare skin. The air smelled stale and moldy, like a dungeon or wine cellar. Brittany's first instinct was to cover herself. She assumed the fetal position and although she could fold her legs up against her chest, her hands were trapped behind her-- Her wrists were tied! Brittany's heart kicked into overtime. Her ankles were tied too she'd felt the rope against them while pulling her knees up. She lifted her head and blinked into focus. The mattress which felt absolutely filthy was bare, the fabric discolored by several brown splatter-shaped stains. The only spotlight in this horror show came in the form of a dusty bare lightbulb hanging over the mattress. The light it threw off was minimal Brittany could only see two of the walls. Hmmph! The rope pinched Brittany's wrist. The sting of the pinch went forgotten, however, when she realized her lips were being held shut. She turned her eyes downward and could just see the upper-edge of the tape, glistening silver in the pallid light-- She was gagged! It was wound around her head several times. She could feel it compressing against her long brown hair, making it curve inward over her ears. Brittany felt sick to her stomach. Obviously, someone didn't want to hear what she had to say. What could she say, anyway? She was bound, gagged, and naked in some basement. She had a thousand questions, but picking the most important one was proving impossible. You really are something! Brittany froze. The voice had disrupted the silence like a gunshot. Its owner stepped forth from the darkness-- oozed forth, all the while scanning Brittany from head to toe. She looked him over with wide eyes. Her heart was doing a mile a minute. The man was dressed entirely in black. His bare, hairy arms looked to be tougher than iron and his enormous calloused hands were concealed by fingerless black gloves. The aspect of his attire that sent shivers down Brittany's spine was the ski-mask. It was just the same sort that villains wore in action movies. He looked like a professional criminal, even a terrorist! He looked dangerous! Brittany's kidnapper made no effort to conceal his intentions. He strolled across the room, blatantly staring at pale curves of Brittany's nude body, and pounced to the mattress. MMMPH! Before Brittany could move away, the man pushed her on her side. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that she would wake up from this dream, but when she opened them his nose was inches from her cheek. Where you goin' baby? He rasped the question directly into Brittany's ear. She couldn't help but wince. His breath was hot, moist and intrusive on her earlobe. Rolling Brittany onto her back, the masked man's eyes lit up, like a starving man that had found an all-you-can-eat buffet. She cowered beneath his hulking form, trembling softly as his eyes rolled down her heaving breasts and across the whorl of her belly button. They lingered for a while on the bald Y-crease of her crotch. She felt like she was being judged, like he was gauging her body in search of flaws or imperfections. Her cheeks turning rosy red, Brittany squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't know what to pray for--did she want to fail his test, and be rejected? Where would that take her? Then again, did she want to pass the test--and find out what he had in store for her? The mattress shifted. Brittany opened her eyes. Still staring down at her, the man stood and pulled his shirt over his head. Brittany felt dizzy. Was this really happening? Her eyes fell on the opposite wall and although she didn't have to watch him, she couldn't close her ears. She heard the peeling of a shirt over a head, and the rustling of pants being unbuckled and then hitting the floor. When she looked back, the man was naked. He'd left the mask and boots, but everything else was gone--which exposed to Brittany, in no uncertain terms, that he was very pleased with her nakedness. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He untied her feet and dug between her knees, prying them apart. MMMMnnnn! NNNNNN! Brittany bucked up and down, trying to sit up and see over the swell of her breasts to watch her thighs spread. Her kidnapper knelt between Brittany's knees, using his hard hairy legs to keep them wedged open. He enveloped her like a lunar eclipse, holding down her shoulders and menacing over her in a pseudo-pushup position, his erect member swaying back and forth over her vulnerable loins like a pendulum. He fisted himself for a moment before taking the trunk and poked at her crotch with the tip before finding her lips. Much to Brittany's horror, he lazily lined himself up with the center and let his hips drop, driving his cock straight into her. He was fucking her! She was being raped! MMMPH! Brittany was no stranger to sex, but this wasn't sex. Keeping her pinned to the bed, the man simply pushed his cock fully inside her, lubricated only by their combined sweat and a steady stream of pre-cum oozing from his tip. Then he just started pumping. He moved his hands down to her breasts, coiling his fingers around them like they were peaches and maintaining leverage that way. The man began pushing in and out, grunting ineloquently with every inward thrust. Brittany writhed in place, battling the rope. Mmpph...mmmph! Much to her horror, she could feel everything that was happening. She felt the lurches and twitches of his cock as it nestled its way inside her clutching passage and the gradual increase in speed until the pumping of his hips became erratic. Putting all of his weight on Brittany's chest to keep her down, her rapist climaxed. He pushed all the way inside her, until his testicles lay draped against the swell of her bum, firing wave after wave of masculine fluid into her like he was wielding a revolver. The rhythm disappeared entirely. Her rapist drew back and punched into her as hard as he could, over and over again. MMMMPH! Brittany's thighs were slicked with sweat, her hips tired from their constant attempts to dislodge the man from between her legs. She moaned into the gag, exhausting what little air she'd been able to save up. She passed out briefly, only to be reawakened by a slam of her rapist's hips. This left her in a daze when he finally finished and withdrew from between her legs, which she had no desire to close. She could feel the warm, sticky semen dribbling down her thighs and down the crevice of her bum. Just a little something to tide me over, Brittany heard distantly. He appeared overhead, and as she tried to focus her eyes he pressed a white rag over her nose. Searing pain shot through Brittany's nostrils. The first whiff of the chemical hit her like a brick, throwing her back into reality. She couldn't risk being unconscious now! Being awake was the only form of defense she had available! Brittany rolled back and forth on the mattress, kicking. Her gagged cries went ignored as Tony held the putrid rag on her face. The edges of her vision started to go dark the lone lightbulb swinging overhead became blurry. The blackness overcame her vision like a tunnel, at the end of which she saw the pinprick of the light bulb. See you in a couple of hours, A distant voice promised.