[M4F] Script: Kidnapped by a Cultist

(Whispering) Wake upppp. The night is getting late. If you sleep too much longer, I won’t be able to complete everything I have planned.

<Where am I?>

*soft chuckle* What a silly thing to ask, when you’re so clearly blindfolded. Where are you? I could describe your surroundings if you’d like, but I feel that you don’t honestly care too much, do you? Even if I told you the exact street address, it would mean nothing. You’d be able to tell the police, and I’m sure they’d come here searching, but, naturally, they’d never find me. So, what’s the point in asking a question, if the answer is meaningless to you?

<Who are you?>

*more of a laugh* I understand that you must be in a state of shock, and probably panicking quite a bit now - it’s normal for having woken up bound and blindfolded. But, were you listening to anything I just said? I tried to be calm and I thought I did a pretty good job at explaining, but, yet you ask a similar question. Who am I? Why does it matter? Again, I could tell you my name, but, it won’t really matter. You don’t know who I am, you don’t know what I look like. To be completely honest, if you tried to file a police report, they’d probably think you’re insane, especially with how the rest of this story will turn out for you. Not tonight, maybe, but give it a few days, and I’m sure the series of events to follow will have you feeling like you’re insane as well. You know, when I first found out about all of this, I thought I was crazy too, but we’ll just have to see about that.

No, no, I don’t think you need a name. You see, I don’t want to… corrupt this night in your mind.

<What do you mean?>

MmmmMmm, now that’s a good question, finally. Maybe you are starting to listen. Good, *chuckle* I’m glad I picked the right person. I’m sure others would have started screaming in this situation, and calling for help, but whether it’s the fear that’s keeping you quiet, or hopefully because you have a level head, and everything I have prepared is slowly taking effect, this is going well.

What I mean is that I don’t want to affect your imagination. All you really need is the sound of my voice, and the feeling of my touch. From there, you have already started to form your own image of me, and while I certainly like to think I’m more attractive than average, nothing can beat the beauty of your dreams, except, of course, for the final result of my project. But! Even just knowing my name will start to change that shape, that perfect image that you have formed, and that will have… unwanted effects on this process, and ultimately, the outcome.

<What will you do to me?>

Ah, another good question! I like that. It’s good to see. What will I do to you? I can give you some hints, but really, I don’t want to spoil things. Before you start panicking again though, just know that I won’t kill you. I couldn’t dream of it, that would ruin the entire purpose. And, while it would be lying to say that I won’t hurt you, I certainly won’t torture you needlessly. Well, I suppose that depends on your definitions of torture.

I’m not a thug, assassin, bounty hunter, or whatever criminal you’re imagining. I don’t want your money, or your identity, or even to hold you hostage, or steal you away and traffic you. No, before the sun rises, I will release you, and you will be more than physically capable of walking away. But! *laugh* don’t let that stop the fear. No, no, no, no… No, I want you to be afraid. Actually, I want you to be terrified. *laugh* It will help me greatly if you are. That, of course, is another reason why I won’t tell you anything. The unknown tends to lash out with its dark tendrils, and grab onto our deepest worries quite unlike anything else.

So, please: be afraid.

*distant and echoing laughter*

<Please no, etc>

*chuckle* I’m afraid begging and crying won’t stop it either. I’ve already made up my mind; you’re the one I want. You’re perfect for it, in fact, I can already tell that. I’m sure it won’t take you very long to… Start agreeing with me.

*laugh* You see, I won’t do anything that you don’t want. No, no, you have to want it for it to work. If you hate or regret a moment of it, well, the magic is gone. This would be ruined. *chuckle* But, like I said, you have to be afraid as well. That feeling, that rush of adrenaline, of knowing that you’re terrified, but you want, no you need more. Maybe you’re afraid of what comes next? Maybe you’re afraid that you want it so badly?

*Whispers, chanting begins*

<What….what do you mean? What… What is that noise? What is going on?>

*laughs* What will happen next? What is happening now? Oh dear, is it starting to worry you?

It should be.

Has it not crossed your mind just how strange all of this is? Blindfolded, but not gagged, and yet, with no interrogation. Tied up, but left kneeling on the floor, not in a chair to be tortured. Rope holding your arms behind your back, and your ankles stuck to your thighs, and yet, your legs tied apart. Why?

<Who is that? (Responding to the chanting)>

Who is what? *Whisper* It’s just me here. Me, and you, together in this night of being alone. Are you hearing something? Are you starting to lose your mind already? Have you already begun to change?

Why, my beautiful subject, we have only just begun. Don’t lose yourself so quickly. I picked you for your fortitude; show me that you have it.

*Whispers in either ear* Spread your legs. Open your mouth. Tell him what you want. Tell him what you need.

But, if you do hear a voice, why don’t you tell me what it’s saying?

*Whispers in either ear* You’re a slut. You like being a whore.

<I… No, stop it. Stop it!>

*Slaps her* Well? Did you hear me? Or are you focusing too hard on your own delusions? Don’t forget that I’m still here. I’m afraid I matter a little more than… Well, whatever you have going  on.

<What did you do to me? What are you doing to me?>

Right now? I’m only talking to you, can’t you tell that? What else would I be doing? Unless… There’s something else you want, of course.

*Whispers in either ear* You want him to touch your clit. You need him to rub your pussy. You’re getting wet. You need a cock. You want to get fucked.

<Whimpers>

Hmmm? I couldn’t quite hear that, I’m sorry. Did you say something? *Whispers very softly* What are they telling you to do?

<Who? Who are they? What is going on?!>

*Whispers as chanting again*

Hey! *slaps again* Calm. Down. I said I wanted you scared, not screaming. Who are they? What are you talking about? I told you, slut, it’s just you and me in here.

<What? What did you call me?>

Excuse me? I don’t know your name, I can’t call you anything. What is going on?

*Whispers from either side* Needy, pitiful, hungry, cock slut. Whore.

<Stop!>

Stop what? Stop talking to you? Do you really want to sit here in silence? Wouldn’t that make it so much worse? But, I suppose, if that is what you really want, then I could just… Stand up… and walk away -

<No! No, don’t go! Don’t leave me alone!>

*Chuckle* Hmmm, that’s what I thought. The darkness is a bit more comforting with another - oh! Careful there, you don’t want to fall over… What is this? *laughter* Aha, you’re soaked. But you didn’t wet yourself out of fear, no, that would be everywhere if you did. And this is… too sticky. *Whispers* Are you really that turned on right now?

*Whispers in either ear* A bitch in heat. You need to be bred. You need to be filled up. You want his cock. You need his cum.

<Turns head “Stop it!”>

Well, that doesn’t really answer the question, does it?

What’s gotten into your head? You’re tied up, kidnapped by a stranger, alone in the dark, with no idea of where you are… *Whispers much closer* and the only thing going through your mind is how badly you want to suck my cock, slut?

*Laughs wickedly* Well, I guess that one was a little too obviously me, wasn’t it? But you’re not moving. You haven’t made a sound. What’s wrong? Do you like it? Do you like my hand, resting here, between your legs? Do you like feeling my fingers press into the folds of your pants, feeling them move against that tender, sweet spot of yours?

*Whispers closely on either side of the ear* I know you do. That’s the entire purpose. You like it, because I want you to. Because the ritual is working. There’s no way you couldn’t like it. But that’s okay. I don’t have to stop. Maybe I won’t. But this… This isn’t quite good enough for you, is it?

*slow chuckles, and then another slap* You like that too, don’t you? The little gasp you give out, the twitch that your cunt gave. *whispers* You didn’t forget that I could feel that, did you? I know you can still feel my hand squeezing these lips of yours. Even through your clothes, it’s obvious. But maybe you’d like it better if I hit you somewhere else instead, hmmm? Is that what you want? You’re not a frail little flower, are you? That’s why you like it so much. It gives you that rush. Being thrown around, and treated like a sex toy makes that little cunt more wet than anything else, doesn’t it?

Now, I’ve let you stay silent so far, but you’re going to answer me this time, aren’t you?

<silence>

Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t quite hear.

You have a very delicate neck, you know that? It’s so smooth, and… well look at that. It just fits in my hand so perfectly.

Oh, careful now, you’re slipping again!

*low, playful sigh* Oh dear. Look at you. You’d better be glad that I caught you, otherwise you’d be lying on the cold concrete right now. Instead, here you are, your stomach and chest caught in my lap, and this nice handle you have above your shoulders stopped your head from hitting the floor. Though, now I can feel every breath you take through my finger tips.

*chuckle*

But, don’t try to distract me. You like this, don’t you?

*Whispers chanting backwards again*

<…yes>

*laugh* What a good girl. But, why are you whispering? I already told you; we’re alone here.

*laughs again* What’s wrong? I’m not squeezing your throat that tightly, my little toy. Is it the way my other hand moves over your body? It’s hard not to, with your legs stuck, tied in the air like that. Though, that’s not the part that I’m interested in.

*Whispers* You’ve gone awfully quiet, you know that? It’s very hard to hold a conversation like this. But maybe there’s a way to make you speak up? No response to that either?

*spank*

<yelp>

*laughing* Now, that wasn’t a word, but, it was a noise, wasn’t it? Maybe you forgot that being bent over my lap this, your ass is sticking in the air. But, of course, it’s still covered, isn’t it?

*spank*

It’s polite to answer when you’re asked a question. Slut.

But maybe the clothes stop my encouragement from… it’s full potential?

Let’s just… pull… them… down… There! Oh, not even red, hmm? Maybe I have to get you a bit warmed up first, before I continue.

*multiple spanks in a row - 3 or 4, but pause before the last*

That one was a bit different, wasn’t it? It’s not quite the same, when I squeeze your throat and spank your bare ass at the same time, is it?

*Spank*

<What do you want?>

What do I want? I’ve already answered that, needy little subject. It’s your turn now, remember? That’s what I’ve been asking you. What do you want?

<I…>

*Spank*

Well? I can feel your throat twitching, I can see your ass getting more and more red. Are you alright?

*whispers in either ear* You need to be fucked. You want cock. *Various moaning noises*.

*Spank*

Are you getting lost in that depraved mind of yours again? It’s such a simple question.

*multiple whispers* Beg for it. Beg. Beg to me, whore.

<I want you to fuck me>

What was that? You’re whispering again.

*Spank*

<repeats, louder>

This is a big room, how can I hope to hear you?

*Spank*

<even louder>

Louder, toy.

*Spank*

<screams it>

*chuckle in ear* Good girl.

*Spank*

Though, for that, I will have to put you on the cold, concrete floor. It won’t be smooth, and, well, I won’t be gentle. But that’s not what you want, is it? Your ass burning red, your tender cunt dripping, and you keep begging a stranger, who you can’t even see, to fuck your brains out. I suspect gentle is last on your list of needs right now.

*Whispers, right in one of the ears* Isn’t it, my fuck toy?

There. I’d say stay still, while I move around, but, well… You have to, don’t you? That’s okay, I’ll move you when I need to, there’s no need for you to worry.

Alright… Oh? That eager, are we? You feel me moving, and already your back starts to arch, pushing your precious little fuck hole into the air. I’ll fill it up, don’t you worry.

*Slow grunt* There… Is that better?

*Whispers changing backwards* Witness the act, know the result. The offering begins, and her mind is broken. There is no return. From the depths of lust, oh raging fire, I call you forth. Engulf this moment, and change the future. The deal is done, allow it to begin.

*Grunting from here on out*

And I thought you were wet before. You really do feel like a toy; I can slide in and out so easily. *chuckle* But you like it when I push it in, and hold it there, don’t you? You like feeling it all the way inside? Gently bouncing against the walls of your pussy? Your bare, red, tight ass, pressed against my hips?

It’s so warm, I almost just want to keep it in there, without pulling it out. Oh? You don’t want that? Not with the way you’re grinding your hips; no. I said I wouldn’t be gentle, and you were looking forward to that, weren’t you, my fuck toy?

Well, *grunt* Don’t worry. Your arms are tied so well, I can use them like a set of reigns. Like a leash, for my pet. For my fuck-slave.

*Grunting more intense* Is that better? Using my arms to pull your entire body back, while I still thrust forwards with my cock? Look at you; your head whips back with each thrust, I can’t tell if you like it that much, and you’re nodding with everything that I say, or if you’re just so cock-drunk, that you’ve just let your body go. Is that it? It just feels so good, that you can’t even control yourself?

*Moaning starts to happen in each ear now, and audio bounces around the ears too*

You don’t have to reply. I know that’s what’s happening. I did it to you, how could I not know what’s going on? Your little, hungry, desperate cunt just needs more. Every word that I’ve said has just made it twitch, and crave to be filled, and played with. Every thrust just makes you wish that I would fuck you even harder.

*Little bit o improv*

*chuckles* Oh, you don’t have to ask, slut. I wasn’t planning on stopping. What’s wrong, do you need me to talk too? It’s not enough to just feel my cock stretching that pretty pussy of yours? To feel your tits bounce against the ground every time my hips slam into your ass? No? You need to hear me, in your ear, reminding you of just what’s going on? You like my voice that much, don’t you?

Good girl.

That’s it. Give in to those feelings. Come on, let yourself lose. Moan for me, scream for me, cum for me. Be mine, show me how badly you love it. Forget the rest of the world, just focus on the feelings. You don’t need anything else, do you? You don’t want anything else. You don’t care about anyone else. They can’t fuck you like I do. They won’t pin you down, and destroy this little cunt. They don’t matter, because they can’t make you cry from pleasure. If they won’t bend you over and fuck you on the spot, you don’t need them, do you? If they won’t shove your head down, and make you choke on their coke till your face is blue, why are they still in your life?

This is all you need, slut. This is all you’ve ever needed.

Now, be a good girl, and tighten that pussy. Go on, I know you’re close to cumming, clench it, arch that back, clench your teeth. Prove it to me, whore.

Go on, you know what I want. Do it, slut. Just let go, and cum for me.

You know you want to, and you know that I want you to as well. So what’s holding you back? Go on, grind those hips more, twitch that ass of yours, do whatever you need, to feel my cock pressing into you. Just cum. Cum for me.

Yeah? You’re close? You’re going to cum? What a good girl. That’s it, keep going, keep taking my cock. Let me fuck your pussy till you can’t take it anymore.

Come on, that’s it.

*improv till finish*

*chuckles in ear* Oh? You feel that, don’t you? I can tell by the way you squirmed. You like being full of all that cum, don’t you? You love the feeling of the hot liquid shooting inside of you?

Or maybe you love that I did it at all. That I didn’t pull out, that I didn’t even try. I just filled you up with my seed, like you were already mine.

*Chuckles* But you are, aren’t you?

See, I know you are. I know you are because I could let you go, and you’d still find your way back eventually. You want to. You need to.

Oh? What’s that noise for? You don’t believe me? You still think I’m insane, hmmm?

Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we? Go on then, my perfect little subject. I said I’d let you go, didn’t I?

*laugh* I’m not afraid. It won’t be long until you come back for more. That was the whole point, after all.