The mute dancer

Abducted

I stood up from the floor as I had just finished my warm up. The studio's mirrors reflected me, just like the walls themselves reflected the music I had put on a few minutes ago, further enhancing its volume. I wish I could have sung along, but my voice was something I had lost long ago. My hair was messily tied into a bun, scantily covering my forehead from which a few drops of sweat rolled down for my condition was far from at its best, my oversized shirt had slid off of my left shoulder, showing the strap of my bralette. I went a few steps closer towards one of the walls without mirror, stopping a meter or so away from it, and put my arms as high up on it as I could reach to begin stretching my back. As soon as the tension was gone, I slowly slid down on it and made sure that I went vertebra by vertebra so that the tension would not turn into pain instead. Eventually, my back was bent as much as it could be, causing me to be slightly restricted concerning the ability to move my upper body due to my chest being pushed all the way against the wall. Albeit this made my butt protrude a bit more than I’d usually be comfortable with, I kept this position and closed my eyes because no one was there anyways. A few seconds went by before I heard a quiet ‘click’, which, however, I ignored.

While lost in thought, I felt a slight push from behind and flinched because of how unexpected it was. Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrists, keeping me down in this vulnerable position and increasing the push. I freaked out and tried to stand up straight but the hands made sure I couldn’t move but a few centimeters, if at all. Things escalated quickly from then on. A second pair of hands put a blindfold over my eyes and tied my hands and feet together just before they took over keeping my hands stuck in the same place, allowing the first person to let their hands slide down my body. They stopped at my leggings’ waistband and began to pull them down slowly, carefully, until they were in the middle of my thighs while I was frozen out of shock, unable to do anything in order to defend myself. Tears ran down my cheeks as I heard the first person unzipping their pants and felt something hard rubbing against my labia, which, thankfully, were still covered by my panties.

“Wet for me already, are we,” someone laughed with a deep and rough voice. I couldn’t help but feel ashamed. My panties must have gotten slightly wet from my warm up sweat. “Don’t worry. I can’t wait any longer either.” he said as he slammed himself into me as far as my panties allowed, causing me to gasp and my back to hurt because of the sheer pressure. Blood shot into my head and my legs felt numb. Why was this happening to me?  The man put his hands on my hips as his cock still rested inside of me for a few seconds until he pulled out slowly and went back in even harder and faster than before, leading to me feeling even more numb and coughing once more, my panties feeling as if they would tear apart any second. He seemed to have felt it, too, because he then began to thrust inside of me repeatedly, mercilessly. Still too restricted to do anything, I sobbed as my body grew numb due to the insufficient blood flow caused by my way too bent back, Time went by as I began to pass out. Why did I have to endure this? Why me? All I could do was to pray for this to be over quickly. After what felt like decades, I finally passed out, but I still had to find out whether it was for the better or the worse.

Once I woke up, I still couldn’t see anything. The blindfold was still tied around my head but at least my hands were not tied together as roughly anymore. I twisted them a few times until the cloth finally came loose. Wanting to find out where I was, I began to fiddle with the blindfold’s knot. Eventually, I got it off as well. After that, I could finally see where I had been taken. It was a rather small room. The only light source was an old lamp hanging from the ceiling and the only furniture I could spot was the stained mattress lying right next to me. The only door there was looked locked even from where I was sitting. This was not going to work out well for me. All I could do now, was inspect myself. My pants had been pulled back up, but my panties felt uncomfortably wet just like my whole crotch, which also felt sore. Despite not even wanting to know what had happened, I pulled my pants and panties down. What I saw left me breathless and crying once more. My panties had torn and a white liquid was dripping out of me. I was literally fucked in more than one way. I had to get out of here as immediately. I took of my panties, put my leggings back on and then tried to stand up, but my legs still were to numb to walk. Getting onto all fours, I made my way to the door and tried the handle. Nothing. I collapsed against the door and curled myself up. This was useless.