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Kidnapped by Neighbour {One}
« on: October 05, 2024, 06:47:52 PM »
The young woman’s consciousness flickered on like a weak flame. Her vision swam in darkness, the coldness of the stone beneath her a cruel reminder that she wasn’t dreaming. She tried to move, but her body betrayed her—heavy, paralyzed, as if weighed down by invisible chains. Panic surged, but not a sound escaped her lips. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint echo of distant footsteps above.

Her eyes were the only part of her body she could still command, darting frantically around the dimly lit basement. The flicker of a single, naked bulb swung from the ceiling, casting shifting shadows across the room. Her breaths were shallow, though her chest did not rise or fall. She strained her vision to find a hint of familiarity, but nothing around her offered any comfort.

Damp stone walls surrounded her, cracked and moss-covered. In the far corner, a set of rusted tools lay scattered, some of them glinting ominously in the faint light. A sickening scent clung to the air, making her stomach churn—decay, sweat, and something metallic, something too familiar for her comfort. She could hear the low hum of electricity, the faintest trickle of water dripping somewhere, counting time in cruel, patient intervals.

She focused on her breath, trying to calm the growing dread that crawled up her throat. Every second felt like a lifetime. How did she get here? Why couldn’t she move? She tried to recall her last memory, but it was like chasing smoke—slippery and elusive.

Suddenly, the creak of a door echoed from above, and footsteps descended the stairs. She strained her eyes toward the sound, heart pounding as the footsteps grew louder, closer. Her gaze locked on the figure descending the stairs, the dim light casting twisted shadows on his face. It took a moment for her vision to focus, but when it did, her blood ran cold.

It was him. The neighbor. The man who lived alone in the small, dilapidated house next to hers, the one she had always found unsettling. He was a quiet man, always watching, but never speaking beyond the bare minimum. She had caught him staring before, lingering too long in her direction when she passed by, his eyes never warm, only calculating.

Now he was here, standing in front of her, the flickering light casting an eerie glow across his features. A sick grin spread slowly across his face, and he crouched down beside her, his breath hot and sour as he leaned in close.

“I bet you never knew, did you?” His voice was low, rasping, laced with a twisted satisfaction. “All this time, I’ve been watching you. Every day. Every time you walked by, every time you smiled. I knew it would come to this, eventually.”

Her mind screamed, but her body remained frozen, helpless under his gaze. He reached out, his fingers brushing the side of her face, trailing down her cheek with deliberate slowness. She could feel the weight of his touch, even though her body refused to respond. His fingers lingered on her skin, tracing paths as though he had all the time in the world.

“You’re perfect, you know,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark desire. “I’ve imagined this moment so many times… the things I could do to you, the ways I could make you mine.”

He moved his hand lower, brushing over her shoulder, down her arm, lingering too long, savoring every inch as if it belonged to him. His words twisted her gut in knots, but all she could do was watch, trapped in her own body, as he indulged his sick fantasy.

His eyes glistened with excitement as he leaned closer, his lips near her ear. “No one’s coming for you,” he said softly, the words sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re mine now.”

He began to hum a haunting tune, the eerie melody echoing off the cold, damp walls as his fingers methodically undid the buttons of her shirt. Slowly, he peeled away her clothes, exposing more and more of her skin to the basement's cold air. Each movement was deliberate, almost ritualistic, as if he was savoring every second. Her bra and underwear followed, discarded carelessly, leaving her body bare under his ravenous gaze.

Her skin prickled, not from the cold, but from the feeling of his eyes roaming over her, devouring her as though she were nothing more than a possession, an object for him to fulfill his twisted desires. He stepped back for a moment, pulling off his own clothes, piece by piece, his grin widening with every layer that fell to the ground. The sick satisfaction in his eyes only grew as he climbed on top of her, his weight pressing down, trapping her even further in her nightmare.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with a dark, possessive hunger. His hands moved over her skin, rough and greedy, tracing her curves with a twisted sense of entitlement. He groped her breast harshly, his grip bruising and invasive, while he continued to mutter his sick admiration.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Every inch of you… just as I imagined."

Though her body remained frozen, unable to move or react, her mind screamed in horror, the only escape she could cling to as his hands continued their cruel exploration, claiming her with every rough touch.

He leaned down, his hand gripping her face with an unnatural force, fingers pressing into her skin as he brought his mouth closer to hers. She could feel the hot, rancid breath, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes, a stench that twisted her stomach. There was no way to turn her head, no way to avoid what was coming next. His lips crushed down on hers, brutal and invasive, forcing the kiss upon her in a twisted mockery of intimacy.

His tongue forced its way into her mouth, violating the space with an almost frantic urgency. The taste of him overwhelmed her senses—bitter, sour, and overwhelming. His breath came in heavy, lustful gasps between the loud, grotesque slurping sounds he made, as if savoring every moment of control, every second of her helplessness.

He kissed her with disgusting enthusiasm, his mouth forcing hers open wider as he pushed his saliva into her throat, making her swallow it down against her will. It was as though he took pleasure in making her choke on the very essence of him, his lips moving greedily, dominating, taking from her what she could not stop him from claiming.

His body, thick and heavy, pressed down on her frail frame, suffocating her under his weight. His hairy chest scratched against her bare skin as he ground himself into her, the heat of his arousal unmistakable. She could feel the hardness of it pressing against her thigh, moving in slow, deliberate motions as he grinded against her, each movement calculated, each shift of his body full of twisted anticipation.

His breath came in ragged, desperate bursts as he kissed her more aggressively, his mouth continuing its invasion. The crushing weight made it hard to breathe, every shallow breath feeling like it would be her last, while the pressure of his grinding became more intense, more insistent. His body was relentless, pushing down harder, his sick enjoyment palpable as he took pleasure in her helplessness.

His hands wandered, gripping her as if she were nothing more than something for him to conquer, his sick fantasies coming to life with every rough movement.

His mouth moved from hers with agonizing slowness, trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, lingering on the soft flesh as he savored her like some prized possession. She could feel the disgusting warmth of his breath as his lips roamed further, tasting her collarbone, then venturing lower to her breast, each touch of his mouth deliberate, meant to draw out the moment, to make her helplessness even more unbearable. His saliva left cold, wet traces on her skin as he pressed himself against her, the weight of his body crushing her further into the bed.

He hummed, satisfied with himself, as his mouth explored her body, lingering on her chest, his lips sucking her nipples greedily as if marking her. Every inch of her skin felt defiled, every kiss, every touch a violation she couldn’t escape. Her chest heaved in shallow breaths, suffocated by both the terror and the physical weight of him.

His hand slid lower, creeping down her side, the roughness of his palm grazing against her trembling skin. His fingers reached her waist, then ventured further, moving between her legs with a disturbing sense of entitlement. Her body tensed, every muscle screaming for the ability to fight back, to resist, but the paralysis held her captive, leaving her to feel each moment in cruel clarity. She could only watch, only endure, as his fingers made their way to the most intimate part of her.

He found her clit quickly, his fingers slipping between the folds of her skin with a sickening precision. His touch was practiced, confident, as though he had imagined this moment a thousand times, rehearsed it in his mind long before it became reality. His fingers moved skillfully, pressing and stroking in calculated patterns, designed to elicit a response that she couldn’t control. Her body betrayed her, reacting despite the horror flooding her mind, despite the revulsion clawing at her insides. She felt the unwanted sparks of sensation, the cruel stimulation of nerves she couldn't shut down.

His breath hitched as he watched her body respond, his fingers pressing harder, his movements more insistent as he forced her to feel pleasure she didn’t want. His mouth found its way back to her breast, biting down roughly as his fingers continued their assault.

“You can’t hide from it,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low, triumphant. “Your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t. Look at how it’s responding to me... like it was made for this.” His words oozed with twisted satisfaction, as though her helpless reactions were proof of his control, evidence of his victory.

Her mind screamed in silent rebellion, begging for it to stop, for her body to stop betraying her. But her body—cold, lifeless to her own will—responded to his touch, muscles tightening involuntarily, betraying the deep sense of violation that burned within her. The sensations coursing through her felt like poison, bitter and vile, turning her own skin into something foreign, something no longer hers.

He leaned down again, his lips brushing her ear as his fingers continued to move between her legs, forcing the response he craved. “I knew you’d be perfect for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with pleasure. “So beautiful… so responsive. You’re everything I imagined, and more.”

He pressed his weight down harder on her, grinding his body against hers as his fingers continued their cruel dance. Every breath he took was labored, full of anticipation and lust as he indulged in his sick fantasy, fully aware that she had no way to resist. His hand moved with a dark rhythm, pushing her body to react, dragging her deeper into the nightmare, and there was no escape from the horror of it.

The sensations came unbidden, unwanted, her own body betraying her completely. The worst part wasn’t the pain, or even the violation—it was the loss of control, the way her body responded to his touch in ways she couldn’t stop, as though he had seized not just her body but her very autonomy. He had reduced her to nothing more than an object for his pleasure, forcing her into a role she had no way of rejecting.

Tears welled in her eyes, but even they could not fall, trapped inside her frozen body, just like the scream that lodged in her throat. All she could do was feel—his hands, his weight, his breath—and wait for the nightmare to end, though she feared it never would.

He pushed himself up from her, his heavy body lifting off of hers but only for a moment. The relief of the crushing weight disappearing was short-lived, replaced quickly with a new horror as he grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly repositioned her. She felt her body dragged across the bed, her head pulled to the edge so it hung over the side, her face now forced to look upside down at him.

He stood over her, a twisted grin on his face, enjoying every moment of her helplessness. Her wide eyes could only watch as he brought his cock closer, the grotesque sight of it filling her vision. The weight of his body, the smell of sweat, musk, and something far worse hit her all at once as he rubbed himself against her face, dragging the tip across her skin with a sick pleasure. The stench overwhelmed her, making her stomach twist as the scent clung to her, violating not just her body but her senses.

His hand gripped her jaw, fingers digging into her cheeks as he tilted her head just so, forcing her to look at him, to take in the full sight of his arousal. "Breathe it in," he commanded, his voice low and dripping with dark satisfaction. He pressed himself closer, grinding against her, the heat of his skin against her face. She could feel the pulse of his cock as he pushed it against her, his breath quickening as he forced her to endure every humiliating moment.

"Open wide," he ordered, guiding the tip of himself to her lips, brushing it against her mouth as if he were savoring the anticipation. Her lips remained closed, her last act of defiance, though her body couldn't resist. His grip on her face tightened painfully, his fingers bruising her as he parted her lips himself, forcing them open with a cruel roughness.

“There you go,” he whispered, leaning in closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Just like that."

With one slow, deliberate motion, he pushed himself into her mouth, violating the space that had once been hers to control. The taste, the feeling of his skin against her tongue, the sheer invasion of it all made her want to retch, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move, couldn’t cry, couldn’t scream. All she could do was lie there, frozen, as he claimed yet another part of her, pushing deeper with every breath. His hands held her head in place, guiding her as he began to thrust, taking pleasure in her helplessness, in her forced submission.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're mine now."

He began thrusting into her mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his movements precise as he pushed himself deeper. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and unrelenting, as her mouth was forced to accommodate him. Her saliva coated the surface of his cock, making each thrust easier, each movement slicker, though it only added to the grotesque nature of what was happening. She gagged involuntarily, her throat tightening around him as her body tried to resist, but there was no escape, no way to stop the relentless assault.

The wet, slurping noises were all around her, drowning out the rest of the world, and her chest burned with the effort to breathe around him. His grip on her head was firm, his fingers digging into her scalp as he controlled her movements, his breath coming out in low, satisfied groans as he continued to thrust into her mouth.

"How do you like the taste?" he asked, his voice mocking, dripping with cruel satisfaction. He slowed his movements for a moment, keeping just the tip inside her mouth, waiting for a reaction that she couldn’t give. Her body could do nothing but obey, her muscles frozen, her throat raw from the intrusion.

“Come on,” he whispered, pressing himself deeper again, thrusting harder as her body convulsed with each gag. “Keep sucking. Just like that… take it all in.”

He continued to push himself into her, the rhythm becoming more insistent, each thrust a new violation, each second dragging her deeper into the nightmare. There was no escape from the taste, the smell, the feel of him inside her mouth, and the wet sounds that filled her ears, reminding her with every movement that her body no longer belonged to her.

He suddenly paused in his movements, a twisted smirk crossing his face as he looked down at her, still controlling her head, his arousal still invading her mouth. "I'm sorry," he said mockingly, his voice dripping with insincerity. "I've been enjoying myself too much. It’s only fair I make you feel something too, right?"

Without waiting for an answer she couldn’t give, he leaned forward, his weight pressing down on her again, but this time more suffocating than before. He pushed deeper into her mouth as his body lowered, his breath heavy and labored as he forced her to take more of him, his arousal hitting the back of her throat.

At the same time, he shifted his focus downward. His hands parted her legs, spreading her open as he positioned himself between them. She could feel the cool air on her exposed pussy, the vulnerability hitting her like a fresh wave of terror. He lowered his head, his mouth finding the sensitive folds. She felt the first hot press of his lips against her most intimate parts, his breath warm and damp against her skin.

He began kissing her there, his tongue slipping out to taste her with a deliberate slowness, savoring every inch of her. His tongue slid between her folds, tasting her like she was something to be consumed. He licked, slow and methodical, as if exploring every part of her, each stroke of his tongue another violation.

Her mind reeled in horror as his mouth continued its cruel work, tasting the sweetness of her body that she had never wanted to offer him. He lapped at her with a grotesque eagerness, drinking in every sensation as his tongue moved over her again and again, forcing her to feel things she didn’t want to acknowledge. His mouth was relentless, his tongue exploring deeper, tasting every part of her, forcing her body to react to the unwanted pleasure.

He moaned against her, the vibration of his voice sending unwanted tremors through her, his movements growing more frenzied, more possessive as he indulged in every inch of her body. She couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, only feel the slow, devastating pull of his tongue as he licked her like she was his to claim.

His tongue slithered deeper inside her, moving in and out with a disgusting precision, each stroke accompanied by a revolting slurping sound as if he was savoring the taste of her like a predator devouring its prey. The sounds he made, the obscene enthusiasm in each movement, filled the air, reminding her again and again of his control over her body. Her mind was screaming in resistance, but her body, against all her will, continued to respond. She could feel the slick heat building between her legs, her body betraying her by feeding him more of the nectar he greedily consumed.

Despite the suffocating weight of him pressing down on her chest and throat, despite the sheer horror of his presence inside her mouth, her body was reacting in ways she couldn't stop. She could feel the unwanted heat spreading through her core, her arousal growing with every stroke of his tongue. Worse still, the sensitivity of her pussy betrayed her entirely. She felt it—that sensitive, delicate clit becoming erect, swelling with arousal as though her body itself was begging for more attention, craving the very thing she couldn’t bear.

His lips paused for just a moment, then he shifted his focus, his mouth descending onto that painfully sensitive spot. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it in precise, torturous strokes. Every flick, every lap sent waves of unwanted sensation coursing through her body, forcing her to feel the pleasure she didn’t want. Her body trembled beneath him, each movement of his tongue pulling more of her into the abyss of forced ecstasy. He was relentless, sucking and licking with a brutal intensity, as though he knew exactly where to touch, how to manipulate her body into responding to his sick game.

With every vibration of her forced moans around him, she could feel his excitement grow. His arousal throbbed harder against the inside of her mouth, reacting to every muffled sound she made, each involuntary moan spreading through his lower body like fuel to his depravity. His breathing quickened, a low groan escaping him as he thrusted slightly deeper, his body driven by the very sounds he was forcing from her.

“You’re enjoying this,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust, as he pressed his face deeper between her legs, his tongue moving even faster. "I can feel it." His words, dripping with cruel satisfaction, only deepened the horror she felt, the betrayal of her own body, the sensation of pleasure where there should be none.

"Come on, baby," he whispered breathlessly, his voice a sickening blend of lust and control. "I want you to orgasm for me." The words were a command, dripping with twisted pleasure, as though he believed her body belonged to him completely, that even her pleasure was his to command. His pace quickened, his hips thrusting harder against her face, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe as his arousal filled her throat. The wet, obscene sounds of his thrusts and the flick of his tongue between her legs mixed together in a maddening cacophony of depravity.

His mouth became more frenzied, his tongue flicking and sucking with an intensity that left no room for escape. Her body was betraying her completely now, the inevitable building inside her no matter how much she tried to resist, no matter how much her mind screamed in protest. The pleasure was rising, unstoppable, consuming her from the inside out. She could feel it—the pressure, the heat, the electric sensation coursing through her veins, overriding her will, her horror, everything.

She tried to fight it, tried to hold back, but it was a losing battle. Her breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, her vision blurred, and her mind grew hazy from the lack of air. His weight pressing down on her, his cock thrusting deeper into her mouth, was suffocating, relentless. The sensations between her legs overwhelmed her senses, taking over her entire being, until there was nothing left but the sheer force of pleasure washing over her like a wave she couldn’t escape.

It hit her suddenly, violently. Her body convulsed in an explosive release as the orgasm ripped through her. Her insides contracted in powerful spasms, forcing her body to give in completely to the pleasure she had fought so hard to resist. The overwhelming flood of sensation surged through her, her core tightening and releasing in waves, feeding him the nectar he had been so desperate for. Her juices flowed, wet and unrelenting, spilling out of her in a torrent as her body gave him everything he had demanded.

At the same time, he grinded harder against her face, pushing himself all the way into her throat, forcing her to take every inch of him down. His excitement throbbed inside her mouth, growing more frantic with each passing second as he used her moans, her helplessness, and her body’s betrayal to fuel his own sick pleasure. He pressed deeper, his hips jerking as her mouth was filled to the point of choking, her throat tightening around him as he reached his own climax.

She felt the sickening gush of thick cum hit the back of her throat with every pulse of his release, coating her mouth, her tongue, her entire sense of taste consumed by the bitter warmth of him. He throbbed inside her, his grip tight on her head as he held her in place, leaving her no choice but to take it all. Her body trembled, still weakened by the forced orgasm, her breath shallow and labored as she fought against the urge to gag.

"Swallow it all," he commanded, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction, as if her submission was a foregone conclusion. He kept himself buried deep in her mouth, preventing her from moving, making sure she felt every last throb of his release. The taste lingered, heavy and nauseating, and yet she had no choice. Each painful swallow was forced, her throat working involuntarily to take in every drop, even as her mind screamed in protest.

It felt like an eternity before the pulsing finally began to subside. His breathing steadied, his grip on her head loosening slightly. Slowly, he pulled out, the sensation of him leaving her mouth almost as horrifying as when he’d first forced his way in. She gasped for breath, her body shaking with exhaustion and disgust, but her reprieve was short-lived.

He rested his spent cock against her face, taunting her with the sticky, sickening mix of fluids that smeared across her skin. His cruel laughter echoed in the room as he dragged himself across her cheeks, her lips, spreading the vile remnants of his pleasure across her face like a brand of ownership. The stench of it filled her senses, and she could do nothing to stop him, her body still locked in the numb horror of what had been done to her.

"Look at you," he said, his voice a sickening blend of pride and mockery. "Such a good girl. You took it all, didn't you?" He grinned down at her, reveling in her humiliation, his fingers tracing the mess he had made of her. Every touch felt like another violation, another reminder that her body was no longer hers to control.

« Last Edit: February 06, 2025, 07:35:21 AM by The Claire »

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Re: Kidnapped by Neighbour
« Reply #1 on: October 06, 2024, 08:20:07 AM »
Excellent. More fantastic quality writing. You really captured the terror of being immobile and completely under the physical thrall of an abductor. Hope this is just the introduction of a longer story. Thanks for sharing.
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Re: Kidnapped by Neighbour
« Reply #2 on: October 06, 2024, 11:30:28 PM »
Yes, Unspeakable! Excellent writing! Your attention to graphic detail made me feel like  I was right there. You created some perfect imagery in my mind. I hope to read more from you.  Merit earned and I rate you 4 dancing penises out of 5.  :emot_mrhappydick.gif: :emot_mrhappydick.gif: :emot_mrhappydick.gif: :emot_mrhappydick.gif:
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Re: Kidnapped by Neighbour
« Reply #3 on: October 27, 2024, 11:58:31 AM »
So personally, I find the trope of the forced orgasm to be a bit overused and it takes me out of the story. It kills part of the immersion for me if it this easy to make a woman fearing to be butchered alive climax. I am not categorically against the forced orgasm, but it would feel more earned to me if it happened on her 20th day of confinement after she is completely mentally broken or something like that. The final act of humiliation for a victim that has already been raped in any other conceivable way, you know? But that is purely a preference thing. I guess that for many readers this is part of the fantasy of total domination?

But personal preference aside, your ability to paint a picture with your words is truly extraordinary. I thought I was reading rape horror instead of rape fantasy and you did that without having to rely on supernatural monsters or extreme gore or whatever. The way you evoke a picture in the mind of the reader is truly exceptional compared to many others stories I read in this forum. Honestly, I envy you a little for that ability. I think you deserve a lot more feedback and praise for this story than what you've gotten so far.