[M4F] In the Garage

Title: In the Garage
Author: Indras1
Date of Revision: 1/18/2019
Suggested Tags: [Rape][Mdom][Bondage][Humiliation][Knifeplay]


Notes for performer: Main character has been angry for a long time, simmering in the background.  He blames all of his problems on one person, and in a night of poor decisions fueled by alcohol, he drugs and kidnaps her.  He's been brooding for hours, trying to get up the courage to get his revenge, but is also fighting the rising dread that maybe he's made a horrible mistake.  He resorts to liquid courage (beer) to try to drown his fears.


*sounds of tools rattling, toolbox drawers opening and closing*

*speaker is talking from half a room away*
Morning sweetheart, about time you woke up.
*sound of beer can opening*

*takes a drink*
You're in my garage.  Don't bother trying to get up, you can't break that many cable ties.


Yes, I drugged you.  Last night.  At the bar.  You're probably going to be fuzzy for a while.  Don't bother screaming, I don't have any neighbors in shouting distance, and we're surrounded by woods anyway.


I put the blindfold on in case you woke up on the way here, but you slept like a rock all night.  Now that you're awake, I'm sure you know who I am, so I can take it off.

*moves closer to the microphone/listener*
No?  Seriously?  You don't recognize my voice?
Damn.

*takes a long drink before talking*
You just about ruined my life and you don't even know who I am.  How fucked up is that?

No, I'm not going to tell you.  I'm going to make you figure it out.  The blindfold stays on.

*pacing around the room, ranting*
What do I want?  You know, believe it or not, I'm not sure.  I didn't plan this through last night, I was just angry, sad, and drunk.  I was just sitting at the bar, minding my own business, trying to drown my sorrows, when I saw you walk in.
I've pictured your face every day for months, since you so coldly fired me, threw me out on the street.  My girlfriend promised she'd stay with me and help while I got back on my feet.
*angrily*  Fucking bitch was screwing my best friend before the end of the week.
I spent years trying to make a good life for myself, to get out of shitty garages like this, to be more than just a grease monkey.
I had an actual career, at a good company.  I didn't even do anything wrong!  I was fired for trying to break up a fight for fuck's sake.

*lean close to microphone, quiet and angry*
I've spent months coming up with all different ways to get revenge.  I can't even tell you how many times I went to sleep at night picturing my hands around your little neck, squeezing while your face turns purple.

*sigh*
*quieter, sad* Now I've got you here, helpless, and I just need to do it.
*chugs the rest of the beer, tosses empty can*

Oh sure, you can justify it however you want.  Yes, you fired eight men on the floor that day over a fight that broke out.  You didn't even take a minute to get my side of the story.  Just boom, pink slip.  Times eight.
You ruined eight lives, more if you count their families.  And you didn't even shed a fucking tear, you cold, heartless bitch.

Oh, now you're crying.  How fucking poetic.
*laugh*
Not tears for me, though.  You're just scared for yourself.  You're a snake that finally found a mouse that bites back.

*picks up another beer can and opens it*
You're pathetic.

Oh, you're sorry?
*takes a sip*
Not yet you're not.  I'll make sure you're -really- sorry.
*drinks*

Kill you?!?  Sweetheart, I told you, I was the guy trying to break up that fight!  I'm a lover, not a fighter.
*leans in, quieter*  But I do intend to get some pleasure out of you, whether you're willing or not.  Let's get this party started, shall we?

*stands back up*  Hmm, I should've planned this better.  I need those clothes off, but I'm not going to cut those ties.
*sets down beer can, picks up utility knife, clicks blade out*  (knife is a snap-off blade style, where the blade clicks while extending & retracting)
Guess I'll just have to cut the clothes instead.

*fabric cutting/ripping*
Hold still, this blade is new, razor sharp.  It'll cut your skin like nothing.

There we go.
*end cutting*
That's the shirt, but how about this bra?

*laughs*
Seriously?  You're seriously asking me not to cut the bra?  Was it expensive?
No?  Just your favorite?

Too bad.
*cuts*

Oh wow.
*knife clicks shut*
I walked by your desk every day for almost a year, I tried not to stare at your chest.  But now that I know what they really look like...
Fuck, what a nice pair.

You keep telling me "no", but I don't think your heart is in it.

Look at these cute little nipples.  I barely had to touch them and they're nice and hard now.  I just have to pinch them...

You stopped telling me no.  Listen to you moan...
But this isn't about your pleasure, I'm here for mine.

*unzips*

Open your mouth.

*slap*
I SAID... open your mouth, bitch.

Now be a good little whore and suck.

There you go.

*surprised*  Would you look at that.  I thought I was going to have to do all the work, but look at you go.

You must be some kind of cock addict.

Must be hard to hide your slutty side from everyone else.

Fuck, that's amazing.

You know I'm not paying you, right?
*chuckles*

Alright, now I want the real prize.

I'm going to flip you over.  Turn your head or you're going to bust your nose on the concrete.

*grunting with effort*
Oh, there we go, your sweet little ass up in the air, right in my face.

*slaps, sound is muffled, hand against pants*

Jiggles so nicely

Let's get these jeans out of the way.  Hold still.
*knife clicks out, cutting/ripping sounds*

Well I'll be damned.  Nothing on under these jeans.
Were you planning to go home with some guy last night?  Needed some dick, did you?

Happy to oblige... just need to make sure it's wet

*spit on hand, rub*

There we go...
*moan*
Oh shit

Damn that's perfect

*improv sex noises, duration up to the performer*

*loud finish*
Oh shit...

*panting* Shit, I needed that, so bad

*breathing slows*
Fuck.  Wow


You're being... quiet

*leans in, closer to microphone/listener*

*surprised* Are you smiling?!?

What the fuck?  What the fuck is wrong with you?

*pause*

You what?  You can't be fucking serious.
You have a crush on me?

So when did you figure out who I was?

Shit, let me get the blindfold off.  No point in it now.

I suppose, if you're not going to struggle, I can cut you out now.
*knife clicks, popping sound as the cable ties are cut*

Shit...

After all that, you're hugging me.

Look, what just happened here... *interrupted*

*pause*

Uh, what?  Give me a second to catch up.  You want me to do -what- to you next time?

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