Fantasy, Part 1

Note: My Daddy wanted me to begin exploring this fantasy mentally, so I thought I would write down what came into my head...it is just the beginning of a longer story, so if you like it, watch for more. Also please note that it will contain controversial kinks, so if abduction, ageplay, diapering, and Daddy/daughter dynamic do not interest you, you will not like this story. Otherwise, enjoy and I would love any feedback!

She walked into her apartment, set down her keys and began to pull off her coat as she walked down the long hallway towards the living room. What do I have to make for dinner, she thought to herself. As she lay her things on the edge of the sofa, she thought she heard a small noise. She paused, listened to the silence for a moment, and then moved towards the kitchen. Little did she know that these were her last free moments as an adult woman.

When she stepped into the kitchen, she nearly screamed. There was a man standing in her kitchen, someone she didn’t know and definitely did not belong standing next to her little kitchen table for two. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock as the man stood there, simply smiling and appraising her. He noted the creamy complexion, the soft golden tresses, the curvy body underneath her work dress. Yes, she was a good choice, he thought.

She took a step backward as he stepped towards her. Even as a million thoughts raced through her head (Who was he? What did he want? Was he going to kill her?), she couldn’t seem to get any words to form in her mouth. Then, with a jolt of energy, her body remembered itself and she sprinted away from the man, down the hallway and towards the door. But he was taller, stronger, faster…

She felt his touch for the first time as his hand firmly grasped her upper arm and tightened into a fierce grip. He swung her around and backed her up against the wall, using his thick thigh to pin her against it. He was so close, way too close, she thought. She could feel his body heat like a furnace, smell his breath on her neck, feel the tight grasp on her arm which she knew would leave a bruise the next day.
Finding her voice, she yelled out in a strangled voice, “Get off of me!” She strained her body against his, but he kept her pinned down. His hand began to run over her body, feeling the delicate jaw line, the recesses of her pretty throat, the bulging breasts. He then lowered his hand and began to lift the hemline of her dress, fingers trailing up the side of her kneecap, making her shiver. She could feel his nails softly scratching the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. She struggled more as she realized where he was going to touch next. His fingers found her soft bush, parted her lips, and stroked her clit. Horrified, she could feel it harden despite her protests and silent pleas. He smiled, watching her attempt to control herself, feeling her get wet beneath his fingertips.

He spoke for the first time, a gravelly yet controlled voice of a man who has done this before. “You are a good choice.”
“What?” she demanded, not knowing what he was talking about.
“You have been chosen. You were picked by a man who is paying me to train you, to make him his. That’s all you need to know for now.”

As she began to protest more loudly, he whirled her around so that she was facing the wall, her breasts smashed against the unforgiving wall. He pressed himself on her and she thought for an instant that she could feel a hard protrusion from his body rub against her. She closed her eyes, wondering when he would rape her and get it over with.

But he didn’t rape her…instead, he pulled a length of cord from his pocket, placed her hands together, and quickly bound them together behind her back. Once that was done, she couldn’t move them at all.

He led her into the bedroom and sat her down on her own bed.
“I need to get you ready to leave. If you cooperate, this will be easier. But one way or another, you are coming with me,” he said sternly.

From his other pocket he produced a blindfold and she immediately tried to stand up, but he pushed her back down so hard onto the bed that she nearly fell off. He leaned down over her and his smiling face was the last thing she saw before the blindfold covered her eyes and she was plunged into darkness.

She felt him uprighting her, returning her to a sitting position. She was beginning to shake now, not sure what was going to come next. She shuddered as she felt his finger delicately trace her pink lips, then a strange rubbery thing was next to them. She tried to pull her head back but found that his strong hand had moved to the back of her neck and was now forcing her forward. She had no choice but to open her mouth and accept this foreign object into her mouth, which filled it and silenced any protests. Feeling it with her tongue, she was mortified as she recognized the shape and girth of a rubber cock. He had put a cock gag on her! She had seen pictures of such things online but had never used one of course. As she tried to spit it out, she felt his hands at the back of her head, securing it with a buckle so that she could not remove it.

Sitting there, she felt her old life already slipping away. Here she was, bound, blindfolded, and gagged with a rubber penis. She had no choice now but to trust this man.