In The Basement

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

She never heard the man as he quietly and expertly slipped the lock on her back door, opening it slowly and then walking noiselessly through the house directly to her bedroom.  The first inclination she had that something was wrong was when a hand in a leather glove was roughly placed on her face covering her eyes while a soft cloth rag was clamped tightly over her mouth and nose.  She cried out in surprise but no one heard her for two reasons – her house was located at the end of a short dirt road which put it far out of earshot of her closest neighbor, and any sound she made was muffled by the thick cloth covering her mouth.  She smelled something sharp and acrid, and then her world went dark as she blacked out from the chloroform-soaked cloth covering her mouth and nose.

“Ohhh, my head!” she moaned as she woke up, groggy and disoriented with no idea of how long she had been out or where she was.  She lifted her head and opened her eyes, squinting through the haze covering them and trying to focus as her head spun.  As her eyes slowly began to focus and the haze began to clear, she recognized her surroundings – she was in the basement of her own house, with all of the lights turned on.  She was lying on her side on a pallet covered with a layer of blankets, and when she tried to move her arms to sit up she discovered that her hands were tied behind her back. 

“What the fuck?” she said, trying again to move her arms but failing.  She paused for a moment to let her head clear a little more, looking down and seeing that she was still wearing the same things she wore to bed – namely, a pair of very snug fitting dark blue nylon shorts and an equally snug fitting white t-shirt that stopped just shy of the waistband of the shorts.  She was without both bra and panties as she never wore them to bed.  She rolled over onto her stomach and then sat up, turning to sit flat on her butt on the pallet.  That’s when she noticed the heavy chain hanging down in front of her, attached to the thick leather collar she was wearing around her neck.

“What the FUCK!” she said loudly, a little bit frightened and a lot pissed off.  She struggled against the duct tape binding her wrists together in a vain attempt to free herself, giving up after a few moments.  She looked around, seeing if there was anybody else in the basement with her; seeing no one, she crossed one leg under her and stood up, a little shaky from both the after effects of the chloroform and not being able to use her arms for balance.  She looked around again as she walked into the center of the basement where the support pole was that the other end of the chain was fastened to, the chain clinking as she moved.

“Hello?” she said, looking around.  “Who’s here?  Who are you?” she said, walking around as far as the chain would let her.  The basement was mostly empty, with only one side of it being used for storage.  She was in the other side of the basement, so the area around her was totally empty except for her and the pallet she was lying on when she woke up.

“HELLO?” she said again, louder this time.  She was both frightened and mad at the same time, and the longer she went without getting an answer the madder she got.  Just as she was about to call out again she saw movement out of the corner of her eye; she turned to her right quickly and saw a figure step out of the shadows created by the heating unit.  Her eyes grew wide and her heart pounded in her chest at what she saw.

He was tall, at least six feet, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and was clad from head to toe in black.  Black swat-style face mask, black tactical shirt, black tactical pants, black tactical boots bloused at the top, black leather gloves.  The only way she could tell he was white was because of the skin showing around the oval opening for his eyes in his mask; other than that, there was no skin showing anywhere else.  He walked slowly and silently across the floor towards her, the soft soles of his boots making no sound at all.  He stopped when he was a little more than arm’s length away from her, staring at her but not making a sound.

“Who are you?  What do you want?  Why am I tied up and chained like this?” she asked, more scared than mad now that she had seen the imposing size of her captor.  He didn’t say a word, but continued to look her directly in the eyes, not moving for several moments. Then he held up one gloved hand in a fist, his pointer finger extended and pointing straight up, holding it still for just a moment before he slowly twirled his finger around in a circle, never breaking eye contact with her.

“What?” she asked, looking at his finger twirling around in a circle and then back at him.  “What do you…oh, you want me to turn around?” she asked; the man lowered his hand and nodded once.

“Oh…okay,” she said, a little scared at the idea of turning her back on her captor.  But she did, figuring that if he were going to hurt her he’d have done it by now.  So she turned around and faced away from him, her heart pounding in her chest and her breath coming in shallow nervous gasps.  She gasped when she heard the sharp click of a knife blade being opened and snapped into place, then jumped when she felt the cold steel of the flat of the blade against her lower forearm.  There was a quick tug with a slight ripping sound, then her hands were free.  Her captor had cut the duct tape binding her wrists together, and she turned to face him as she pulled the tape from her wrists and rubbed them.

“Thank you,” she said, the fear evident in her voice.  Then her captor pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him, holding his finger steady.

“What?  I don’t understand,” she said, looking up at him.  He lifted his hand up and pointed down again, and then she realized what he wanted.

“You want me to kneel down, is that right?” she asked; he nodded once in reply.

“Can I at least get something to kneel on? That concrete floor is hard and is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch unless I’m kneeling on something,” she said.  Much to her surprise the man nodded, then pointed to the blanket covering the pallet.  She understood at once, walking over to the pallet and picking up the blanket.  She folded it into a rectangle big enough for her to kneel on, then walked back over to where she was standing before and put the blanket on the ground in front of her captor.  Then she knelt down, her knees on the folded blanket, and looked up at him.

“Now what?” she asked, knowing that there certainly had to be something more, something else to come, and she had a pretty good idea what that something else was.  Her captor’s next movement proved her correct.  He pointed to the fly of his pants, holding his finger still as she looked.

“I knew it,” she said, a little scared, a little mad, but also a little aroused.  “I just knew it!  You want me to suck your dick, right?  Right?  Typical man!  Well, what if I refuse?” she said, more mad than she was scared.  But that all changed when her captor held his hand up and the shiny blade of his knife shot out of the base and snapped into place with a loud ‘click.’

‘Oh, SHIT!’ she thought to herself, her eyes wide at the sight of the shiny blade in front of her.  ‘Girl, you better control that temper of yours and do what the fuck this guy wants before he turns you into sushi!’

“Okay, okay, I get it, I get it!” she said, holding her hands up in front of her.  She wasn’t mad anymore; now she was mostly scared, but still aroused at the same time.  She felt a tingling in her pussy that told her she was getting aroused, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.  “Just take it easy, okay?  I mean, I’m yours, you control me, and I do what you want, right?  I get it, I really do.  Just don’t hurt me, okay?  Please?” she begged, truly scared now.

She sighed with relief when the knife blade disappeared back into the handle and the man slipped it back into his pocket.  Then he pointed at his crotch again, and this time she didn’t refuse or put up a fight.

“Okay, so I guess I’m gonna suck your dick,” she said, reaching out to unzip his pants.  “Lucky for you I just happen to be really, really good at it!” she said, looking up at him and actually smiling as she got his fly open and reached inside his pants and shorts for his cock. 

“Whoa!” she said when her fingers wrapped around his shaft; he was already semi-hard, and she could tell just by the feel of his shaft in her fingers that he was big – really big.  She looked down at his crotch as she pulled his cock out, her eyes opening wide in surprise when she saw how big his dick was.

“Holy shit, your cock is fuckin’ huge!” she said, looking at it with wide-eyed wonder, her hand wrapped around the shaft as she slowly pumped it in her hand.  She watched as it grew to full hardness, and when he was fully erect she guessed that he was packing at least eight inches, maybe more. 

She was a small woman, only standing 5’4” in her bare feet, which meant that the rest of her was small, too, and that included her mouth.  She had trouble getting anything larger than six inches in her mouth, so she knew that getting this monster in her mouth was going to be next to impossible.

“I hate to break it to you, but there’s no way I can fit this thing in my mouth,” she said, looking up at him, still pumping his cock in her hand.  “I mean, I can give you a hand job, sure, but a blowjob is just out of the – WHOA!” she cried as she pulled her head back, her eyes opening in fear when the knife blade came out again, with her captor holding it up to her cheek right below her eye this time.  She froze in fear, her eyes wide, no longer pumping his cock but gripping it in fear instead.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you want a blowjob, you’ll get a blowjob!  Just please don’t hurt me, okay?  Please?” she begged, scared almost out of her wits.  “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt me!  Put the knife away, please?  Please?” she asked.  “I mean, I can’t do anything with that knife blade so close to my eye, you know?  So please, put it away, okay?” she said, hoping that he’d be reasonable.  He was, and with the press of a button the knife blade snicked back into the handle and her captor slipped it back into his pocket.

‘Thank God!’ she thought, breathing a sigh of relief, her heart racing.  She was so distracted by what had just happened that she didn’t realize that it had also excited her, and that her pussy was more than a little wet by now.  She took a couple of deep breaths to try and regain her composure; after all, she was still chained to a post in the basement of her own house, being held captive by a knife wielding stranger who was demanding she give him a blow job or else he’d carve her up like a Christmas turkey.  It took her a couple of moments but she did it, starting to slowly pump his still-hard cock in her hand again.

“Damn, this thing is big!” she said softly, looking at the big dick in her hand.  She pumped it a few more times and was rewarded with a big drop of clear precum that appeared at the tip.  Without thinking and mostly out of habit, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and licked the drop of clear fluid from the tip of her captor’s dick.  She looked up at him for some kind of reaction as she swallowed his precum but saw nothing; he was simply staring at her as he had since the start, showing no emotion of any kind.

In the meantime, she was surprised to discover that his precum tasted good, and she really liked it.  So much so that she wanted more, so she pumped his cock a little harder to get more to come out.  When it did she didn’t like it off this time; rather, she put her lips on the tip of his cock and sucked it off.

“Mmmmmm, you taste good!” she said, actually smiling up at him as she pumped his cock in her hand.  “Maybe I can make this work after all,” she said, looking back down at his cock in her hand.  She opened her mouth and put her lips on the head of his cock, sliding them down a little to the flared ridge at the back of his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she did, then slid her lips back down to the tip before repeating it all over again. His precum was flowing freely by now, and she sucked it down as fast as it appeared.

“Mmmmmmm!” she moaned again as she sucked on the big head of his cock, slowly warming up to try and get as much of his big dick in her mouth as she could.  She worked on the head for a few minutes before pushing her mouth down further, and she opened her mouth wide as her lips slipped over the head of his cock, closing around the hard shaft about half an inch behind the flared ridge.  She held it there for a moment, swirling her tongue over and around it, feeling him shudder just a little.

‘Aha!’ she thought to herself, excited to finally get a reaction of some kind out of him.  She opened her mouth and pushed it down a little further on his cock, taking another inch and a half before closing her lips around the shaft again.  She pulled her mouth back, sliding her lips back up his shaft, until just the tip was between her lips; then she pushed her mouth down onto his cock again, taking a little more of it in her mouth this time.

She bobbed her head slowly and deliberately up and down on his hard cock, taking a little more of it in her mouth with each forward movement of her head.  She was determined to get as much of his cock in her mouth as she could, although she knew she wasn’t going to be able to deep throat him.  But she was going to get as much of his cock in her mouth as she could in the meantime.

She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, pumping the base in her hand as she did, then brought her free hand up to work his balls out of his pants as she sucked on his shaft.  Once she had them out she gripped them in her hand and tugged on them gently, looking up at him as she did.  He was still watching her, his eyes not flinching, just as he had been the whole time.  She looked back down and concentrated on what she was doing, sliding her mouth from his cock and ducking her head under his shaft to get to his balls.

‘Thank goodness he shaves his balls!’ she thought to herself as she licked his balls with the flat of her talented tongue.  She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, then ran it down to his balls and opened her mouth wide.  She clamped her lips onto his ball sack and sucked firmly, expertly pulling one of his big balls into her mouth.  She opened her mouth wide to take it in, rolling it around on her tongue once she had it in her mouth.  She had her hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it as she sucked on his balls.  She tried to get both of them in her mouth but couldn’t – they were just too big and her mouth too small.

She released his balls from her mouth and ran her tongue up to his cock, running it along the side of his shaft and taking the head of his cock into her mouth, closing her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth.  She concentrated on getting as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, bobbing her head up and down on the hard shaft and taking it a little deeper each time.  All the while her captor stood there and watched, not moving, not making a sound.

As much as she might have hated to admit it, all of this was making her wet – very wet.  She had managed to get half of his cock in her mouth and was sucking on it the best way she knew how, giving it her all, when she took her hand from his balls and slipped it into her shorts, rubbing her mound.  She shuddered when she touched her clit for the first time, rubbing her mound firmly with her fingers.  She moaned a little around his cock in her mouth when she slipped a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, and it only took about thirty seconds for her to cum.

“NNNNGGGGMMMMM!” she moaned with his cock in her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping his cock hard as she came hard.  She was breathing hard and fast through her nose, and her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm.  It was intense but brief, and when it was over it left her breathless.  She reluctantly slipped his cock from her mouth as she pulled her hand from her pants, pulling her head back away from his rigid staff as she opened her mouth and gasped for breath.

“Oh, shit, that was good!” she gasped, looking up at him with a smile on her face, her mouth hanging open.  “Sorry about that, I kind of got carried away!” she explained, hoping he wouldn’t be mad and praying the knife wouldn’t come out again.

“Guess I should make you cum now, huh?” she asked; he nodded once in return.  “Okay, so where do you want to cum?” she asked, pumping his cock with her hand as she spoke.  “On my face?  In my mouth?  You can cum anywhere you want, just tell me and I’ll make it happen,” she said, meaning it.  She was still incredibly turned on, with her arousal being the dominant emotion and thereby dictating her actions.

He looked at her for a moment, as if thinking it over, then pointed to his own mouth with one gloved finger.

“In my mouth?  Is that it?” she asked; he nodded once in reply. 

“You want me to swallow your cum?  I can, you know,” she said, bragging a little.  He nodded once again.

“Okay, then!” she replied, smiling up at him.  “In my mouth and down my throat to my stomach it is!”  Then she opened her mouth and pursed her lips out, opening her mouth wide to engulf the head and first two inches of his cock in her mouth.  She closed her lips around the hard shaft and began sucking hard, sliding her mouth up and down his hard shaft while pumping the base of his cock in her hand.  She was determined to get as much of his big dick into her mouth as she could, taking more and more of it in her mouth with each downward bob of her head.  She slowly worked her way down his shaft until she had at least six inches of it in her mouth and down her throat, and try as she might that was all she could manage.

She slid her mouth up and down his hard cock over and over again, bobbing her head up and down while she pumped the base of his cock in one hand and tugged on his balls with the other, intent on making him cum.  Then, without warning, her captor grabbed her head in his hands, holding it tightly as he roughly pulled her face into his crotch, driving his cock into her mouth.

“GLMPHH!” she cried out in surprise, her eyes flying open as she slapped her hands against the front of his thighs, his big cock hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.  He held her there for a moment and then began face fucking her, yanking her head forward and back, forcing her mouth up and down on his cock.  She gripped the sides of his pants in her fists as he violently face fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her mouth with his hands firmly gripping her head.

“MMPH!  MMPH!  MMPH!  MMPH!” she cried out as her head was yanked up and down on his cock, her eyes watering, the spit running out of her mouth to drip down onto the front of her shirt and the floor between them.  He face fucked her hard and fast, making her dizzy.  It was all she could do to hang on and let him have his way with her.

‘Oh my God, he’s gonna face fuck me to death!’ she thought to herself as the onslaught continued.  Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more he abruptly let her go, releasing her head from his hands.  She pulled her head back and took in a great whooping gulp of air, her mouth hanging open as she did.  She leaned back and braced herself with her hands on the floor behind her, looking past her captor’s hard cock, shiny with her spit, to see him still looking at her.

“Holy shit!” she gasped, her eyes watery with her mouth still hanging open, “you sure know how to just take what you want!”  She sat back for a moment more, still trying to catch her breath before she straightened up again, and as soon as she was within reach her captor grabbed her by the head again.

“Hey, wait, I – GLMPH!” she gasped as her mouth was once again forced down onto his cock.  He face fucked her hard and fast just as he had before, and this time she had a feeling that he wasn’t going to stop until he came in her mouth.

And she was right.  He continued face fucking her hard and fast, gripping her head firmly in his gloved hands, her hands made into fists as she clutched the sides of his pants again.  Then, nearly without warning, she felt his cock explode in her mouth and the first blast of cum hit the back of her throat.  She gagged a little but held on, quickly adjusting to the pumping, pulsing cock in her mouth as stream after stream of hot, thick cum was pumped into her mouth.  He released her head from his hands and grabbed the chain at her collar instead, yanking on it hard and pulling her head into his crotch.  He used his grip on the chain to hold her head in place as he finished cumming, and by the time he was finished her mouth was full to the point of overflowing.  She looked up at him with watery eyes as the pumping in her mouth slowed and then stopped, keeping his cum in her mouth instead of swallowing it.

When he was finished cumming he released the chain from his grip, and she immediately sat back on her haunches, looking up at him as she breathed hard through her nose.  She opened her mouth and showed him her mouthful of his cum, lifting her tongue up through the pool of white liquid and letting it run from the sides; she did this several times before she closed her mouth and swallowed with an audible ‘gulp.’  She had to swallow twice to get it all down, and when she was finished she looked up at him and smiled in triumph.

“See?  All gone!” she said, opening her mouth and showing him that she had swallowed it all.  Then she leaned forward and slipped her mouth over the head of his slowly softening cock, sucking the last few drops of cum out of it.  When she was sure she had it all she kissed the tip of his cock lightly twice, then looked up at him again.  He said nothing but pointed to his cock again; it took a moment for her to understand what he meant.

“Sure, I’ll put it away for you,” she said, reaching up and tucking his cock back into his pants.  “Why not, I’ve done everything else for you!” she muttered under her breath.  Then she gasped as the knife came out again, the blade snapping into place as he held it right in front of her face.  Her eyes flew open wide as she realized she’d overstepped her bounds and that he was still in control.  She froze with the blade an inch away from her nose.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” she said, her voice trembling a little.  “Really, I’m sorry!” she repeated, looking up at him.  There was a ‘snick’ sound as the blade was retracted, and he slipped it back into his pocket again.  She let out a sigh of relief, finishing tucking his cock away and pulling up the zipper of his pants.  When she was finished she sat back on her haunches and looked up at him, trying not to let her voice tremble as she spoke.

“Okay, so now what?” she asked, her voice as soft and non-challenging as she could make it.  “What’s next?”

Without a word the man reached into the cargo pocket of his pants and pulled out a white envelope.  He held it up to show it to her, and she could see her name written on it in laundry pen ink.  Then he tossed it into her lap, the envelope fluttering down quickly as if something heavy was in one corner of it.  She picked it up and looked at it, feeling it with her fingers and discovering that there was indeed something inside it – something small, firm, and a little heavy.

“So what’s – hey, where’d you go?” she said, looking up to speak and discovering that she was alone.  Her captor had left quickly and silently, leaving her alone in her basement once again, still chained up.

“Well, shit!” she said, looking around.  Then she opened the envelope, tearing the flap open, and turned it up to dump the contents out into her hand.  To her surprise and delight, a small key dropped into her hand, and she knew immediately that it was the key to the padlock that held the chain attached to her collar.  She dropped the letter into her lap and quickly worked at getting the padlock unlocked as she was more than a little anxious to get out of that collar and be free once again.  She stuck the key in the lock and turned, and as soon as the hasp clicked open she pulled the lock free and tossed it aside, with the chain still attached to it.  Then she reached up behind her neck and unfastened the collar, tossing it over with the lock.  She rubbed her neck for a moment, delighting in the feeling of being free again, then looked down at the envelope.  She picked it up and took out the neatly folded paper that was inside, opening it up so she could read it.

It was a receipt from “The Fantasy Factory,” with the motto of “Making Your Adult Themed Dreams Cum True” written beneath the company name at the top of the receipt.  “For services previously purchased and now rendered,” it said, with the amount paid listed at the bottom.

She dropped her hands into her lap and laughed, a big smile on her face.  “Of course!  How in the hell could I have forgotten about that?” she asked herself.  She had been at a party last New Year’s Eve with a friend of hers, Jennifer Mann, who had told her about this company she had discovered who would make any and all of your ‘adult themed fantasies’ come true.  Jennifer had given her one of the company’s business cards, and when she got home that night (more than a little drunk from celebrating) she had called the company and placed an order.  They had told her that the order would be fulfilled, but it would be at a time of their choosing and she had no say over that.

“It only took six months, but it sure was worth the wait!” she said out loud to herself.  She got up from the floor then, the letter and envelope still in her hand, and took a look around to make sure her captor was gone.  Of course he was, so she walked across the basement to the stairs leading up into the house and began climbing them, heading back to her bedroom so she could go back to sleep.  She clicked off the lights when she got to the top of the stairs, then walked through the house to her bedroom, getting into bed as soon as she got there.  She lay down on her back and then rolled over onto her side, pulling the covers up around her chin.

‘I’m going to have to call Jennifer tomorrow and tell her all about this!’ she thought to herself, a smile coming across her face.

Five minutes later she was sound asleep, still smiling.

Fini.