Where am I? What’s happening? I was walking home, that’s the last thing I remember. Then blackness. I can’t see anything, it feels like there’s a cloth over my eyes. I can taste old engine oil, it makes my stomach pitch and roll. I try with my tongue, but I can’t spit it out of my mouth. My hands and ankles are tied. The floor is cold, and hard. I’m naked. So cold, so very cold. I strain my ears, but all I can hear is my ears ringing. Oh my god, my head hurts. Something warm and wet is running down my face. Blood? I don’t know. Ringing, throbbing, confused, scared… Someone grabs my arm and my leg, lifting me quickly, seemingly with out effort. I’m dropped onto something softer, blankets I think. Not a bed, there’s no give. My blindfold is untied. I can barely see, though now I know it is blood running down from my head over my face and body. Oh god, no. It’s you. Why are you here? What’s going to happen to me? You grin at me, and evil, menacing grimace. My heart shudders. You place an open gag in my mouth, and, wrenching my head back by my hair, shove your cock into my throat. You’re too big, but you make it fit anyway. I can’t breathe, I’m gagging and choking. I throw up in my throat, but your dick is blocking everything. Finally, you pull back, I gasp for air, and you slam into me again, and again, face fucking me hard. It feels like you’re going to cum, but you pull out and piss all over my face, mingling the pungent liquid with my own blood. You throw me over, and pound the fuck out of my cunt and pussy. Your dick is so big, I’m sure my holes are bleeding now, leaking it out with your cum. You get up, wordlessly, and leave the room. I can’t move, everything hurts so much. You come back in, holding a few things that make my blood run cold. A baseball bat, a rolling pin, and a road cone.
What are you going to do with those?