A vicious criminal, fleeing from the police, finds you.
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Naked, Kidnapped and Raped
You fall into a fitful doze. You're woken by a hissing voice in your ear.
"What have we here? You're mine now." A needle jabs into your neck, and you fall unconscious.
When you wake, you're tied to a bed, naked, face up and spread-eagle. "No one's going to find you... or me... here," the voice says. You blink your eyes open. A tall woman, red-haired, with a very hard face, is snarling down at you. She's naked except for a large strap-on secured around her waist. "This is my safe house. Scream away, no one's going to hear you."
With that, she rams into your pussy, jamming the toy deep. She grabs your breasts and squeezes them. "Nice tits, bitch. Almost as nice as mine."
"W-who... are you?" you ask, scared.
"I'm the infamous Red River Killer," she grins. "Everyone just *assumed* it was a man doing the serial stranglings of those hookers. They never suspected it was a lesbian."
Oh, my God. "P-please... don't kill me."
"Oh, don't worry, honey," she smirks. "You're way too sexy to just waste."
With that, the conversation drops. She pounds you unmercifully with the strap-on, forcing your body into several orgasms. She climaxes several times herself. Finally, she finishes up. She adjusts your bindings so that your hands are firmly tied behind your back and puts a padded collar around your neck before attaching a strong, thin leash to the collar and securing it to the steel ring attached to the wall. Then she unbinds your legs and your hands, and you can get up.
"The washroom is over there," she smiles. "I think I'll keep you for a while. Use you as my sex slave."
You perform a necessary function, then return to the bed. "I guess I can tell you my name, since you're never leaving," she laughs. "Call me Estelle." With that, Estelle binds your arms to the bed and turns out the lights. "Time to rest, slave." She wraps her arms around you and kisses your neck. "You are a pretty one."
