Charlotte continued to beg for release

"Please," Charlotte persisted, "I just want to go home. Please, just let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone!"

The sound of the driver sighing to himself was Charlotte's first response. Soon thereafter she felt the van move gently to the side of the road and slow to a stop. Was he going to let her go? Charlotte wondered.

The man opened his door and left the vehicle. Charlotte could hear the sound of his boots crunching the gravel road at the side of the van and then the rear door opened. The weak overhead light of the van allowed Charlotte her first look at he captor's face. He was somewhat older than her, probably in his mid-thirties. He had short dark hair and wide shoulders. His arms were not bulky like some of the guys at the gym were. Rather they were large and smooth like someone who does manual labor more than lifting weights.

Charlotte was unsure whether she felt happy or disappointed at the thought of being released. She was scared, but the fantasy of being **** still hadn't played out. Her loins still yearned for the forceful taking that she had put so much effort towards trying to attain.

The young woman opened her mouth to thank the man for letting her go. She knew that was the outcome she was supposed to want. But in her heart, her desires lay elsewhere.

The man, however, did not release her. He opened a toolbox from the back of the van and pulled out a large folding knife. Charlotte gaped as her kidnapper unfolded the long grey blade. He settled the steel handle in his large hand and pointed the thin tip directly at his prize.

"I warned you," the man said menacingly. "I told you that I'd have to shut you up."

Charlotte's eyes grew wide as she stared at the sharp tool in the man's hand. "No," she started to yell. "Please, I didn't mean," Charlotte's sentence descended into meaningless gibberish as the man reached out and grasped the edge of her blouse. The loose knot Charlotte had tied in the edges of the garment easily came away in his hand. The strange man smiled as her large breasts and dark nipples came into view.

Charlotte was unable to form words as she watched the man. Her heart raced, and her nipples hardened into painful rocks. The man pushed the blade closer and closer to her tender flesh. She didn't know what he planned to do, but she was scared beyond thinking.

The woman closed her eyes and cried when she felt the cold steel touch the skin of her arm. The sensation of metal sliding smoothly across flesh continues up her arm and onto her shoulder. A moment later the blade left her skin, the fabric pressed against her back and the fine edge passed roughly through the cloth.

Charlotte opened her eyes and looked at her shoulder. Her skin was untouched, but the blouse she had worn was in tatters. The man moved is attention to Charlotte's other side and soon the top was cut away from her arms and she was left with her heavy breasts bared, her breathing causing the tender orbs to heave in the night air.

Charlotte's captor carefully closed the knife and pulled the torn blouse from behind where she sat. He twisted the garment around itself and brought it close to his prey's mouth. "Open up, slut," he said harshly.

Charlotte clamped her mouth shut and shook her head. The man pressed the fabric against her lips, but she refused to allow it past. Finally, he placed one hand over her mouth, pressing the cloth into her teeth and pulled his other hand back.

Suddenly, Charlotte's left nipple exploded in pain and she reflexively opened her mouth to scream. The man immediately pressed the makeshift gag between her teeth and set to work tying it behind her head.

After a moment, the man stepped back to admire his prize. Charlotte was truly exposed now. Her arms were still held above her head, attached to the ceiling of the van. The tatters of her blouse were shoved between her teeth preventing her from calling out for help. Her heavy breasts were on full display. Her bare, freshly-shaven pussy was only covered by the short skirt laying in her lap.

Charlotte could feel her body reacting to her predicament. Her nipples grew hard and her pussy leaked thick oils into the carpet beneath her. She was completely at this stranger's mercy. She feared what he would do to her, but she craved it as well.