Florence Pugh

There was a small park just an hour away from where Florence lived. It was out of the way enough that not that many people would go there, and easily reachable by car. Florence loved to go there for her usual workout routines because it meant fewer people ogling her as she went about her business. And who wouldn't stare at her, as she was running through the park wearing a set of tight-fitting workout clothes? The clothes stuck to her like a second skin, following every curve of her beautiful body, revealing it just as much as if she was naked while accentuating her shapely ass and firm breasts. She was just about done for today when she reached the parking lot where she had left her car.

The lot was almost entirely empty, with just her car, a van with stickers belonging to some plumbing company, and a few family cars. Next to the van, there was a long bench to allow people to do some stretching before or after their workout. As it was, two men were currently in the process of doing just that when Florence walked up to do her own. She got a good look at them, for once, having the possibility of ogling someone else. They were quite muscular, with loose-fitting shirts and shorts that allowed freedom of movement without being too constraining. She walked past the two to a spot a short distance away from them and began to do her cooling-down routine. During it, she noticed the men's eyes on her, but whenever she turned to look their way, she found them busy with their own things. She picked up strings of their conversation, and something about things still going as planned, but otherwise paid them no mind. A short while later, she was done with her stretches and picked up her water bottle from where she had left it on the bench. She took a big drink from it, emptying it in one final go. As she did, she tilted her head backwards and slightly stretched her back. This caused her chest to become more prominent, and she could now clearly see the men eyeing her as she gulped down the last of her water.

She saw one of the men walk towards the van, and open the back doors. Thinking nothing of it, she walked past them towards where her car was parked. As she moved passed them, she saw one of them turn towards her from the corner of her eye. Before she could react, an arm wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms against her sides. A hand was clamped over her mouth, preventing her from making any noise. The other man who had opened the van doors quickly walked towards her and grabbed her flailing legs. Their combined strength was too much for her to break out of, and she was easily manhandled into the back of the van.

Florence felt her legs being let go and was roughly pushed towards the back of the cargo compartment, where she stumbled and fell to the floor. With a loud slam, the doors closed, and for a brief moment, the inside was dark, before the lights got switched on. Florence was leaning against the wall separating the cargo compartment and the driver's, with one of the men approaching her. Her wonder about where the other man was got answered when the rumble of a car engine was heard over her pounding heart.

As she felt the van begin to move, the man reached her, and he got down so he was on top of her with his legs on either side of her. He grabbed her hands, and despite her struggles, **** them above her head. She looked up and saw two steel handcuffs hanging on the wall. One of her wrists was **** into the first one, and with a sharp rattle, it closed tightly around her slender wrist. Not much later, her other wrist was also locked into a cuff, leaving them both hanging above her head. She tried desperately to pull free, but the only thing she managed to do was hurt herself as the sharp steel edges cut into her skin.

The man used his hand to push her stomach flat against the wall of the van, and with his other hand reached for something laying in the corner. It was a sturdy chain, and it was bolted into the wall Florence was cuffed against. He ran the chain across her stomach, and while making sure it was tight against her, fastened it to a hook bolted on the other side of the cargo compartment. The chain effectively held her body against the wall, giving her absolutely no room to move her upper body. She was far too terrified to scream or plea, but he took a strip of cloth from the floor. After tying a good knot in the middle, he **** it into her mouth and tied the loose ends together behind her head. Now all she could do was make some muffled pleas that were barely audible above the rumble of the engine.

Finally, he took her leg and pulled it all the way to the side, where another cuff tied to a piece of rope lay waiting. A quick snap and the end not tied to the rope were locked around her ankle. He repeated the process with her other leg, and after adjusting the slack of the ropes to ensure there was none, he stepped back. With her arms cuffed above her head, her body pressed against the wall, and her legs spread painfully wide apart, with no way to close them, she made quite a sight. He reached down with his hands, and completely ignoring her protests began to run them over her body. He savoured the feeling of her soft skin and gave her firm round breasts a good squeeze. When his hands trailed down towards her spread-open legs, Florence finally found some strength to resist, but by then, it was far too late. The chains rattled as her body strained her bonds, and she gave a muffled plea to stop as his hand began to rub against her pussy. The thin skintight fabric of her pants did not much to lessen the feeling. For several long minutes, Florence was subjected to the whims of her captor, suffering through the humiliation of having her body gripped and played with as if she was just a toy. When he leaned back, she thought it was over for now. She was wrong.

He reached for something that was laying on the floor in a darkened corner. When he brought it into the light, Florence recognized it as a battery-powered magic wand. She had something similar at home, and it never failed to give her the pleasure she wanted. Attached to the underside was what looked like a magnet. He placed the wand between her legs, with the white bulbous head pressed firmly against her cloth-covered pussy and clit. With a dull thud, the magnet snapped against the steel of the floor, and the wand was firmly in place. The man put his finger against the power slider, and with a sadistic smile began to slide it upwards.

It started as a low hum against her pussy, but it quickly intensified as the slider moved upwards. Stronger and stronger it went until it was at max power. Florence felt the vibrations resonate throughout her entire pussy, and even further unto her body. She swore even her nipples tingled softly from the intensity of the toy. She knew she would not last long against this setting, and sure enough, after barely a minute, she already felt herself build towards orgasm. The pressure built at a steady and inescapable pace, growing higher and higher with each passing second. She pulled her arms against the cuffs as her body began to coil. The muscles of her legs rippled as she pulled and twisted in place. Her back began to arch, jutting out her round breasts further. The chain across her stomach held her securely in place against the toy, and there was no way for her to avoid or escape what was about to happen.

With a final deep guttural moan of pleasure, her entire body began to twitch and shake as the first of many orgasms rippled through her. Her nipples poked against the stretching fabric of her top, and the man had great fun pinching them as she jerked her hips against the unmovable sex toy. When it looked like the orgasm was over, he leaned in so his mouth was close to her face.

'That was only the first one bitch. Don't worry, it has a fresh set of batteries, and they will last for at least an hour or three. By then, we will be well outside the city bounds. If you're still conscious when they run out, well, I'm sure you can imagine what we will do to make sure you stay in the right mood. You better get used to this, you're nothing but a piece of meat for other people to fuck.'

He stepped away and slid open a small section of the wall to join his partner in the front, leaving Florence to suffer in helpless pleasure. A pleasure that soon would turn into agony as she succumbed to an inescapable chain of orgasms. Meanwhile, the van calmly drove through the Los Angeles traffic, with neither the people on the sidewalks nor the other drivers that stopped less than a meter beside the van aware of what was happening inside.

The constant stream of orgasms slowly drained her of her strength, ensuring she was unable to put up any meaningful fight when she was eventually released. From the van to a small private aeroplane, to another van. Until she arrived at an unknown location.

No longer Florence Pugh the actress. But Florence Pugh the player.