DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica)

by Scott Hildreth

  Meghan, as she began walking through the room and attempting to devise a plan of escape, began to consider seducing Ryan if the opportunity presented itself. She was convinced, from the moment she sat in the trunk and made eye contact with him, that he was attracted to her. Her discussions with the other women, although she had not outwardly spoken of her thoughts and feelings, had invited the other women to discuss their feelings. She had no information volunteered to lead her to believe that any of the other women had either an opportunity or an indication that Ryan was in the least bit attracted to them.

  Meghan stood between the entrance door and where Elena was standing as she thought of Ryan, “Let me just think for a while,” Meghan said softly as she walked to the bench and sat down.

  Generally speaking, Meghan believed she was a very good judge of a person, their thoughts, and what they were feeling. Ryan may be psychotic, or he may simply be very calculating, planning, and compulsive. She wasn’t able to know for sure. She believed, based on what she knew about people in general, that he was attracted to her. Ultimately, would that mean that she could convince him to act on his feelings? She couldn’t decide. She did know if she didn’t try, she’d never accomplish it. Exhausted from lack of sleep, she leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and thought of Ryan and his very handsome appearance when he opened the trunk of the car. As her eyes closed, and she began to relax, she slumped to the floor.

  As Ryan opened the trunk lid, Meghan sat up in the large open trunk. Sore from the trip, she shrugged her shoulders and looked up into his steel blue eyes. Ryan looked down and smiled a slow smile. Meghan was surprised by his masculine features and soft boyish skin. His average height was overshadowed by his strong muscular appearance. Even though he wore slacks and a dress shirt, his muscular build was apparent through his shirt as it clung to his pectoral muscles.

  Meghan wanted him to remove the tape from her mouth. As he reached into the trunk, she itched for his touch.

  “I’m going to remove the tape from your mouth. Do you hear me you cute little bitch?” Ryan asked.

  Uncomfortably aroused, she knew nothing more than to nod her head. She was already wet from her thoughts as they had driven, and now – looking at Ryan made it much worse. As she shifted the weight on her hips in the trunk, she felt the depth of her wetness between her legs. Embarrassed, she looked down and then immediately back up at Ryan.

  She nodded eagerly.

  He reached into to the trunk and pulled the tape from her mouth quickly. Eagerly, she began to speak.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Meghan cooed.

  “My name’s Ryan Capshaw, and I’ll do whatever I fucking want, Meghan. You know why?” Ryan asked as he rubbed the palms of his hands up and down the length of his thighs.

  “No?” she breathed, wondering how he knew her name.

  “Because you’re mine. I own your little ass from here on out. I took you from your meaningless life, and now you belong to me,” Ryan bragged.

  “Sit up straight,” he demanded.

  She sat up straight in the trunk, pushing her breasts toward him as he spoke. He appeared to notice her efforts, and glanced in the direction of her breasts as they heaved forward. As he focused on her chest, she raised her cuffed hands behind her back, straining her shoulders, and forcing her breasts even further toward him.

  “Your boobs are bigger than the other girls,” he stated as he stepped closer toward the trunk, leaning down and in her direction.

  She was so close that could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke. She wasn’t familiar of the scent that he wore, but she knew from this day forward, she would never forget it. He placed his right hand on her neck and squeezed lightly.

  “I’m going to lift you out of this trunk, Meghan. I’m not going to have any trouble from you, am I?” he asked as he squeezed her neck with a little more force.

  Her mouth opened, and an almost inaudible ‘no’ escaped as Ryan leaned forward, his waist now within inches of her face.

  She felt his free hand reach to her breast. Naturally, she pulled away from his grasp.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Meghan? Don’t resist me, do not ever resist me, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered as he squeezed her breast through her shirt.

  Meghan felt herself become even more aroused as Ryan fondled her breasts. He reached down with his right hand and lifted the front of her shirt, exposing her bra. As he tried to lift if further, he became frustrated that her handcuffs prevented the removal of the shirt from her torso. Aggravated, he growled under his breath and removed a knife from the pocket of his slacks.

  “Don’t move. I don’t want to cut you. Yet,” he said as he used the knife to slice the shirt that he had bunched into his grasp.

  As he tossed the shirt in the trunk, he folded the knife and placed it back into his slacks pocket. His right hand now reached back to her throat, squeezing it firmly as he pulled her bra up, exposing her breasts.

  “Hold still, Meghan,” he said as he unbuckled his belt and removed his slacks.

  As his slacks fell to the floor of the garage, he removed his shoes and kicked his slacks a few feet beside where he stood. Now standing before her in stark white boxer briefs, the muscles in his legs flared as he repositioned where he stood. The bulge in his briefs provided reassurance that he was very well endowed.

  Sitting upright in the trunk of the car, her shirt cut in two and on the floor of the trunk, Meghan yearned for Ryan to touch her. Five years without a husband, mate, or any form of sexual contact had left Meghan with a burning desire for what she believed that Ryan offered her. As Ryan pressed his briefs with his thumbs, pushing them past his now hard cock, she shifted in the trunk and leaned forward in anticipation.

  “Open your mouth,” Ryan demanded as he dropped his briefs in the pile of clothes beside the car.

  Without hesitation, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for his cock to be forced deep into her mouth.

  “Open, Meghan. Your eyes will be open,” Ryan demanded.

  “Yes sir,” Meghan responded as she opened her mouth in waiting.

  Her hands cuffed behind her back and helpless, Meghan leaned forward with an open mouth. Ryan stood before her, naked from the waist down, stroking his cock slowly. As the anticipation mounted, she watched him stroke his cock to a full erection. As he leaned toward the edge of the trunk, she leaned toward his waist, hoping to feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. His hands reached for her breasts, pushed up by the bra beneath them, and began to squeeze.

  As he squeezed her breasts in his strong hands, the tip of his cock was within a fraction of an inch of her lips. He leaned back and began to moan. As his moans became louder and more pronounced she licked her lips and leaned toward his cock, taking the thick shaft into her wet mouth.

  “That’s a good little bitch. Now suck that cock like you’ll be killed if you don’t,” Ryan demanded.

  She leaned forward, her hands still cuffed behind her back, and slid her mouth up and down the shaft of his swollen cock, feeling the tip against her throat as she tried to force more and more of it into her mouth. Ultimately, she wanted him to be pleased with her performance, and tell her so. If he chose not to speak, so be it.

  As she sucked his cock, he moaned repeatedly as he arched his back, forcing even more of his cock into her mouth. Circling the head with her tongue, he growled lightly under his breath as he squeezed her breasts harder. She wanted him to cum - cum in her mouth, all over her tits, or even on her face, she thought. But, if he would cover her in his cum, he would certainly be pleased with her performance.

  She began to moan as she sucked faster and faster, trying desperately to please him. She began to groan as she sucked, the sounds of their moans echoing through the garage. As he moaned, he pulled his hands from her breasts and pulled his hard cock from her mouth. As she looked up into his eyes in disbelief, he forced his cock between her breasts and squeezed them together
.

  “Meghan, I’m going to fuck your big titties, don’t you dare move,” Ryan demanded.

  As Meghan arched her back, Ryan thrust against her chest, his cock sliding between her fleshy boobs, the tip escaping through the uppermost portion of Meghan’s breasts as he forced himself between them.

  She watched as his cock slid between her breasts.

  As Ryan fucked her chest without reservation, he began to feel his cock swell, and his breathing become labored. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled his cock from between her breasts. As he stepped away from the rear of the car, he moved his hands to her armpits and lifted her from the car.

  “Ryan, what are you doing?” Meghan asked as he pulled her from the car and held her suspended above the garage floor.

  “Straighten your legs,” he demanded as he turned her body to face away from him.

  As she straightened her legs, he lowered her to the floor, until her feet touched the concrete. Once her feet were on the solid floor he released his grasp from her armpits, and lifted up on her hands, which were still handcuffed behind her back. As he lifted, to relieve the pain, she bent at her waist.

  As her waist bent, he pressed her head into the trunk of the car, and lifted on her cuffed arms.

  “Get your head in the trunk, you cute little bitch,” Ryan demanded.

  As Meghan allowed Ryan to pull up on her hands, and force her into the trunk, she felt his hands on the waist of her pants. His hand fumbled for the clasp in the front. As soon as he found the zipper, she felt her pants fall to the floor, and her panties being pulled down past her thighs.

  “You’re not going to…” Meghan began to speak.

  “Not one word, Meghan, keep your mouth shut. You’re mine,” Ryan said as his hand pressed into the middle of her back, forcing her into the trunk.

  Meghan felt the tip of his rigid cock begin to penetrate her. As she felt the shaft enter her wet pussy, she began to moan. As he forced his length into her, she immediately began to reach orgasm.

  “Oh God, I’m,” she began to moan.

  Ryan’s hand slid past her chin and covered her mouth firmly.

  “Not a word or I’ll tape your mouth again,” he growled as he forced himself in and out of her now dripping wet pussy.

  As she screamed, her voiced echoed through the trunk of the car and into the garage.

  “What the fuck, Meghan? Were you having a bad dream?” Elena asked as she shook Meghan’s shoulders.

  “You were screaming,” Elena continued.

  Confused and feeling sexually aroused, Meghan woke up and looked around the room. She wiped her lip, and realized she had been slobbering as she was dreaming. Embarrassed, she slowly stood and looked at Elena. She looked at her hand and wiped her mouth again with her forearm.

  “I’m exhausted. I was dreaming. Sorry, what did I say?” Meghan asked.

  “You didn’t say anything, you just started screaming. Shellie fell asleep a little bit ago. You were out for quite a while,” Elena paused and studied Meghan’s face.

  “You look like shit,” Elena chuckled.

  Meghan looked down at her sweats and straightened the waistband. As she tugged the wrinkles from her tank top, she looked back up at Elena with a feeling of guilt settling in her mind.

  “Do you think Ryan is attractive?” after Meghan spoke, she wished she would have worded her sentence differently.

  “What the fuck?” Elena scrunched her brow and looked at Meghan, confused.

  “What you mean, attractive?” Elena took a step back and crossed her arms as she developed a more disgusted look on her face.

  “Yeah, never mind,” still feeling embarrassed, Meghan attempted to dismiss the question.

  “No, what you mean?” Elena asked before Meghan had even finished her sentence.

  “I just was wondering. I don’t know - we kind of talked about it before. It’s no big deal,” Meghan looked down and focused on her tank top again as she tugged the wrinkles from the fabric.

  “I didn’t say it was a big deal. It’s just fuckin’ weird. You wake up and wanna know if I think the sickening prick that’s gonna cut us in pieces is a good looking guy. You know, I kinda like you. But you’re weird. You asked questions about him when you first got here. What the fuck?” Elena, with her arms still crossed, leaned back and squinted her eyes as she spoke.

  “I’m sorry, I was just dreaming, and I got kind of distracted and confused,” Meghan admitted.

  “What? You were dreaming about him?” Elena asked as she uncrossed her arms and held her hands up in question.

  “No,” Meghan lied, “I was just dreaming, and I was confused. Let’s talk about something else.”

  “Yeah, that’s fine. If we’re talking about him, I wanna talk about trying to poke out his fuckin’ eyes,” Elena gestured jokingly toward Meghan’s eyes with her finger as she spoke.

  Meghan raised her hand defensively, rubbed her eyes and wondered if her attraction to Ryan was really as odd as it seemed to be. Setting the abductions and killing aside, she felt as if he was an attractive man, had attractive qualities, and behaved in an attractive manner – at least what she had seen of him. She began to wonder if they had met under different circumstances whether she would be attracted to him. After pondering her thoughts for a moment, she was certain she would be.

  Meghan stood before Elena knowing that she had entertained fantasies about rape since before she and Mark were together. Through somewhat of a moral inventory, she initially dismissed it to her desire for affection from Mark, and him not acting on that desire. She felt worthless, lacked self-esteem, and began to fantasize even more as the years passed.

  This fantasy wasn’t something she constantly thought of, or even desired with a degree of frequency. But it lingered. It lingered, and from time-to-time, she masturbated to the thought of being raped. This masturbation led to additional and more frequent mental desire - and the desire led to more repeated masturbation. She learned through interest that developed in her kink that four out of ten women have deep seated rape fantasies. After learning of this statistic, she dismissed her feelings as normal.

  At this particular moment, Meghan felt far from normal.

  “What are we going to do?” Meghan asked Elena as she rubbed her eyes.

  “We can’t make a plan. It won’t fuckin’ work. Not in this stupid room. He’ll open the door,” Elena motioned to the door, clearly frustrated.

  “He’ll see us, and he’ll shut the fucker. Probably come back and make us his new stain on the floor,” She turned from Meghan and began to walk the perimeter of the room as she spoke.

  “So, if you have any ideas, I’ll listen. I think we should just try and jump him when he comes,” Elena continued.

  “What time is it,” Meghan rubbed her eyes again, trying to clear her head of the thoughts of Ryan that lingered from her dream.

  “I looked a minute ago, it was like seven. You don’t want the music on do you?” Elena asked.

  “No. I want to think. At night, right? Seven at night?” Meghan responded

  “Yeah. Night,” Elena nodded as she walked around the room slowly. As she walked, she ran her fingers through her hair and thought.

  Elena was confident that Shellie would be next. Although Shellie had not actually committed to die next, she was receptive to her family being taken care of should either she or Meghan live through this nightmare. As Elena walked, she began to contemplate the inevitable.

  She would not, regardless of circumstances, forfeit her life. Elena had too much pride, too much fight, and too much will to live. If Ryan wanted to kill her, it would be during a fight – a rejection of his will. She filtered her hair through her fingers, and looked at Shellie – still sleeping on the bench.

  “How you think this fucker found us?” Elena asked Meghan as she passed by Shellie.

  “I don’t know, we talked about it. He’s obviously got something for brunettes,” Meghan said as she sat on the bench opposite S
hellie.

  “Seriously? That’s your fucking answer? He likes brunettes?” Elena scoffed.

  Meghan looked up at the ceiling, rested her elbow on her knee, and placed her hand on her chin. Ryan must have an attraction to them, she thought. If he were attracted, why, she wondered, would he find value in killing them one at a time. She began to wonder if it was an attraction or a form of hatred.

  “Why don’t you think he just killed us all at once?” Meghan asked.

  “What? That didn’t make sense. I’m Mexican, you’re from here. Use your words, Meghan,” Elena chuckled.

  “How come he didn’t just kill us on the street? Or bring us here and kill us? Why didn’t he do that? You think he wants to torture us?” Meghan reasoned.

  “Maybe. I don’t know,” Elena stopped and turned to face Meghan.

  “What you getting’ at?” Elena asked.

  “I’m thinking. Why would a guy pick us all up, bring us here, and then pull us out one at a time to kill us?” Meghan stood from her seat and slipped her feet back into her sandals.

  “Because he’s fucking crazy?” Elena answered with a sarcastic tone.

  “Didn’t you see Silence of the Lambs? And that Spider movie. Along Comes a Spider? People kill just because. They cut off your hands and toss you in the street. Just because. Because they’re weird. Because their momma didn’t breast feed them. Or their dad spanked them too late in life,” Elena became frustrated as she spoke.

  “No doubt he’s crazy. I just wonder why,” Meghan shrugged her shoulders.

  “Why?” Elena raised her hands.

  “You think if you figure it out - tell him what you think - and you’re right, that he’ll let you go? He won’t. He’ll cut your throat for bothering him. He’s fuckin’ crazy,” Elena rubbed the thighs of her sweats as she spoke.

  “I’m getting nervous. So, you really got that money? The money you told Dana you had? For taking care of her family?” Elena asked.