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Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Never Take a Ride from a Stranger

It was a gorgeous day for once. So, I decided to take a drive in the country. Well, my car broke down. I was out in the middle of nowhere. I had no money with me and my fucking cell was out of signal. I started walking when a man in a jeep came along that rural road. He saw my car a ways back and put two and two together. Now, I normally don’t take rides from strangers. I know the dangers but it was getting dark and I was miles from civilization. I hopped in his jeep. I mean he didn’t look like a serial killer or anything. Looks can be deceiving.

The moment I got in I knew something was off. I just felt it. I tried to jump from the jeep, but he grabbed me by the hair and snapped me back and smashed my face so hard against the dash board I lost consciousness. I woke up naked, hog tied and strapped to the hood of his jeep like a dead deer. Now, I like bondage phone sex, but this was real and I was in Deliverance country, so anything could happen. He thought he was 4 wheeling with all the bumps he hit. I wanted to puke. He drove me to some cabin in the woods. Dragged me in by my hair like a dead animal. He strung me up and put a gag in my mouth that had spikes. Hurt like hell, and pinned my tongue in such a way that I could not move it without risk of slicing it. He wanted me quiet.

He tied me to a rack and brought out this huge fucking machine. I love those things, but not like this. He was planning on using this thing against my wishes. I was strapped down so I could not move. I felt paralyzed. He starting ramming that thing in my cunt at warp speed. Seriously, I was convulsing from the over stimulation. It was not pleasurable at that speed, for that length of time. He sat in a corner in his sex dungeon of a basement and jacked off watching me suffer. Tears running down my cheeks, pissing myself; shaking uncontrollable. This all turned him on. I was drenched in sweat, piss, cum, tears… He was still jacking off; enjoying my pain, my discomfort.

After what seemed forever, he cut me down and removed my gag. I was too drained to scream or fight him. He carried me upstairs, dumped me on his bed and tied me to each corner. I asked him what his plans were for me. He just said, “Stupid bitch. Don’t you know to never take rides from strangers.” He gave me an evil smile and left the room. He didn’t return until the morning. I had pissed the bed. I smelled awful. I looked even worse. Then he untied me, fucked me, and dumped me outside naked and filled with cum to find my way back home. Said he knew where I lived and I better never speak of this again if I valued my life. What he didn’t realize was that I don’t value my life.