Hotel Hostage

by Want2Bbound

11 Jul 2019 7899 readers Score 8.9 (47 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


What had already and what was going to surely continue to happen were and are, intense and sexually exciting. Also, there is a sheer mind-numbing terror attached to what was happening. I was in a part of every man’s worst nightmare- being bound, gagged and fucked. But sit back and judge…  

I lay there as he moved from my view. I want to place my head down but I cannot because of the way I am bound. A few moments later he returned and dropped his knapsack alongside the table to which I was tied.

Since this all began the minutes have seemed like days.

He moved off to the bathroom and I went cold as I got a glimpse of what was in the knapsack. In it was bondage stuff, dildos, clamps and so forth. As the shower turned on a sense of alarm overtook me and sounded very loud in my brain and I twisted desperately in an attempt to free myself.  

Suddenly, a knock at the door of my hotel room. I struggled harder to get free and began to scream into my gag. Almost with a sixth sense, the shower was off and he came out of the bathroom dripping while putting on a robe. He looked over to me as there came another knock. 

“Housekeeping,” a voice said from the hallway on the other side of the door.

In a flash, there is a knife is at my throat. “Quiet,” he rasped and then moved to the door. 

“Yes,” I heard him say. 

“Housekeeping.” 

“Not needed today. Everything is fine.” 

“Okay. Thank you.” 

He padded back over to me and looked down. I flinch as I feel the knife cut the bonds that were holding my ankles tied to the table. When my ankles were free, he moved me quickly to a standing position. From the bag, grabbed some leather thongs and began to bind my balls and cock with it. 

I grimaced as the leather was pulled tight and knotted around my scrotum.

“I’ve watched since you arrived,” he said as he continued to tighten the leather. “I saw a lot of potential candidates but you had what I wanted most.” 

Then he stood before me and looked at my tear streaked face. “The aura to be fucked. Tied up and raped!”

I shook my head and gurgled into my gag. 

Smiling, he said “Don’t worry. It is about to get better!"

Then, he shed the bathrobe and naked sat in one of the overstuffed armchairs in the room. I looked over at him and he motioned me over. “Over here.” 

I shook my head. 

Then, he leaned forward, “I said OVER HERE!” 

I walked over and he just sat there looking at my bound, gagged and violated body. His large, coarse hands then moved over my hips and ass. He was now exploring and enjoying his prize capture. His strong fingers check the leather wrapped tightly around my cock and balls. I yelp when he yanked on my cock to force me to my knees in front of him. Then, he pulled the gag from my mouth. 

Sitting back and spreading his legs you guide my head forward so that I could smell the manliness of his crotch. As my head is held over his crotch I feel my own cock straining to get hard but the leather restrains it. Then, he suddenly got up, pulled me to my feet and lead me to the separate bedroom.

The king-sized bed in the room had been pulled away from the wall into the near center of the room; all of the sheets and covers also having been stripped off. Near the foot of the bed, two pillows are neatly stacked. He walked around me and checked my bondage ensuring my inability to resist. 

In less than ten minutes, I was tied up in a position in which I was to be in for the next few hours. I was to endure not only more ass torture but also an overwhelming sense of fear and outright panic. He got me to lie face down on the bed, my hips atop the pillow; legs spread and my ass open for his massive sex tool. Using rope, he tied my legs, not just the ankles, but just also above the calves to the mattress handles and bed frame. Tied this way, the spread is much wider; my ass more open and split. My crotch and ass, forced upwards by the pillows become the centerpieces of the bed. Quickly, deftly and expertly, he jammed a cloth in my mouth, secured my original gag and then proceeded to wind around my head/mouth heavy duct tape. He tantalized me with his now steel-hard erection in front of my gagged mouth. T hen you mount the bed behind me with more rope. 

He tied my arms. Not just tied them, but lace them and pull them very, very tightly together. I subconsciously heave my ass up towards his crotch. But he was far from not through. Still more rope is used and my arms are bound to my body, ropes across the arms and my heaving chest, above and below my nipples. More rope pulls my wrists down into my back and tight across my abdomen. And still, I didn’t see it. 

I didn’t see it when he would start fucking; raping me again. 

His shaft felt worse than before as he entered me; shoved in at angles which were meant to hurt, and hurt they do. I screamed into my gagged mouth and I try to make sounds to protest the even rougher treatment of my ass. Before, when he first raped me after he broke into my hotel room and caught me coming out of the shower, though violent it was smooth and he seemed to move along the natural groove in my ass. Now, it seemed that he was fucking to give pain. 

I started grunting with each thrust of his fleshy dagger. His meaty palm covers my already tightly gagged mouth and I am hit by a sudden panic and buck and squirm like hell in my bondage while he continued plowing my ass. To the right of the bed is a mirror and I see myself very tightly bound, very efficiently gagged. He is an expert and I only glimpse his strong pelvis as he was obviously getting his rocks off big time with my bound and suffering body beneath him. 

Then, he removed his hand from my mouth and I manage a deep inhale through my nostrils. Then the fucking started again and I only wanted it to stop. So I bucked and I try to reach his shaft with my numb fingers, moaning and groaning as loud as I could. Again, a hand is clamped over my mouth and also my nostrils. I was getting very little air and yet he did not lose a beat in his assault. His rock-hard cock pumps up and down mercilessly in my already abused ass. I was feeling drowsy from the lack of air that I could breathe. Then, the hand was away and I immediately started to moan and sob. I groan as he thrusted his full 10 inches into me. 

Again, the hand is over my mouth and fingers pinch at my nostrils. He leaned over close to my ear and dimly I heard him rasp, “As long as you stay quiet and do as I say I won’t stifle your breathing.” With that, his hand tightened over my mouth suggesting to me very strongly to do as he said. I know he probably didn’t give a damn, but I nodded feebly and he removed the hand while he continued with his vicious assault – as painful as he could make it. 

A crawling, deep terror slowly crept into my bones and a mind-numbing panic: I am tied up, gagged, stark naked in my hotel room in a place many miles from where I lived and being savagely raped by some guy I didn’t even know. I start to cry and moan softly and I think he liked that because he increased the length of his fucking. He drew his cock out very, very slowly and then shoved it in at a new angle even slower so that my screaming and torn ass had to submit to it. While all of this has been happening, I think he has been able to feel and hear my sobs as my chest heaves up and down and I snivel and beg through my nose. 

He knew a lot about what he was doing to me and how he wanted my body to respond and it is pretty degrading. I was allowed to sob for a bit, I am not sure exactly how long, but the fucking continued. Though the A/C is running the room feels hot, the air stifling in the bedroom. Carefully, still fucking my ass, I rolled my head to look at the mirror and my eyes and face tell it all. It is as if someone grabbed my heart with his hand: this guy who was doing this to me – HIM – didn’t care about me; in fact, I feel as if for an unknown reason he hated me. He was wanting me to suffer and in the end it may well kill me. I go very still, in a cold panic. 

And all the while, he fucked me. Over and over, until my ass is the center of my mind and soul with the pain of the assault. I don’t mean to say that he was fucking me non-stop (though I am sure that he could). Every now and then he would stop, use the bathroom, walk around and look out of the hotel room window. It is after about two hours of raping me on and off that I sense this scenario is about to get raised to a new level. 

Let me explain how I feel, both mentally and physically at this point. Physically, I am naked and tied up supertight; my legs are now long since dead and my fingers can barely move. My arms, trussed up expertly by you are dead, too. And my head is pounding, my mouth and throat are parched dry from the gag. The additional tape across my mouth and around my neck hamper the circulation to my brain so that I am now in a perpetual state of drowsiness helped with the panic which every now and then surfaces in what is left of my mind. 

 But back to the assault. He walked back over to the bed and placed a small rock glass in my almost nerveless fingers. My wrists have been tied crisscross, not palms together, so my hands made an almost natural tray. Then he slowly reinserted his cock up my ass, very slowly. Then the rhythm begins again, the rape rhythm, the ass-pounding not for pleasure but for pain. Once and awhile he would take a drink from the glass. I could smell the liquor and winced when he finished and threw the empty glass across the bedroom. I fight and fight the searing pain of his cruel cock, alternately crying, sobbing and moaning uselessly into my tightly gagged mouth; banging my head up and down and side-to-side on the bed.
 

[to be continued] 

by Want2Bbound

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