Far Away, Where She Can Be Used (Kidnapped and Ravaged Route)

The cold metal _thing _dug into her back as the man steered her through the street. Elana could feel the natural panic welling up in her mind, as well as the disbelief that the book had worked after all. The man was close enough to her that she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes. Her throat was dry and her mouth was parched, and still they marched on. No one saw what was happening, no one seemed to care. Would they care if she shouted? If she tried to run? No, they wouldn't, would they? She'd made it legal with the book.

Elana felt a shiver run through her body, and she wasn't sure if it was pleasant or not.

By now, the man had bundled her towards a car park. People came and went, and still no one seemed to notice her situation. The man steered her towards a large car, opening the boot, and gesturing for her to get inside. It was the first time she'd been allowed to turn around and see the man. He was well build and muscular, with dark hair and blue eyes. The thing he'd pressed into her back was a knife, and that made her heart skip. But she had not been cut. Silently, he gestured again, indicating that she should get into the boot of the car. Her heart hammered, and she looked around, but no one was coming to her aid.

Elana swallowed; her pussy tingled as she realised she had **** but to comply. The rulebook was still at her side, so she could still undo all of this as soon as she wanted to. Knowing that, the red-haired woman slowly lowered herself into the boot, sitting on the inside of it, and rising her legs so that they would fit as well. Instantly, the man closed it, and she was left in the dark. For a moment, she sat there, breathing heavily. The car started to move, reverberations running through the metal frame and into her body.

Oh god, what had she done? What had she set into motion? She was horrified and yet aroused. Elana had always wanted to be kidnapped. She'd always wanted to feel what it was like and now it was happening. She could undo it, she knew. But why not enjoy it a bit first...? Yeah, that made sense. She'd wanted her first time to be special, hadn't she? What was more special than living out your fantasy in real life?

The car journey was long. She felt a few times, waking to find that they were still moving, and by the time that they pulled up again, Elana was much less focused on her arousal, and far more focused on the fact that car boots were small, enclosed, and not meant for long-term habitation by anything other than a bag of shopping. They stopped suddenly, and Elana felt her heart beating quickly, her skin prickled as she heard footsteps moving to the back of the car. Suddenly, the boot opened, and blinding light stabbed down at her. She recoiled, and the man reached down, grasping her by the arm and dragging her up and out of the car.

Elana staggered as soon as she was on firm ground, her legs had fallen asleep, and she struggled to hold her position as pins and needles assailed her. She blinked rapidly, her eyes not used to the light after a few hours in the dark of the boot.

She realised that she was outside of the city now. All around her, she could see rolling fields, and in the distance, the road back home. There was a single house in front of her, along with a large barn. The house looked old though well cared for, and the barn was made of sturdy wood.

The man gestured for her to move towards the barn, the knife in his hands still. Elana breathed slowly, forcing herself to relax as she tried to work some life back into her limbs.

"What are you going to do with me?" She asked him, already knowing the answer.

"Whatever I want, girl." The man replied with a grin. "Now go on and start moving."

She did as she was told, staggering towards the barn, aware of his constant presence at her back. Each step, she grew more confident as the feeling in her legs returned. Then, she pushed open the doors. Within the barn, it was pitch dark. As the wooden doors slammed closed behind her, the man flicked a switch, and a set of lights flashed on.

The barn had clearly once been used for cattle, but that was a long time ago. It had since been cleared out, and turned into a utility shed of some sort. Machinery was stored here, as well as boxes, and various tools. There was a wide wooden beam hanging from the roof, and connected to it, a series of chains dangled like tendrils, brushing the floor. Several sets of cuffs lay on the floor, connected to thee chains. Instantly, her heart started to beat faster, and her mouth felt dry. Arousal swept through her, stronger than she had ever expected it to be. Elana tried to speak, but her voice was lost for the moment. Her legs felt shaky as the man urged forwards.

The red-haired woman staggered to the centre of the barn, coming to a stop just below the chains. The man grinned, and patted her shoulder almost gently, before reaching down to grab one of the metal cuffs. Elana loosed a soft whine, though whether it was fear or arousal, she did not know, and felt the metal link close around her wrist. She tugged on it for a moment, but the wooden beam was strong, and the metal chains were well cared for. She could not break it. The man lifted her other arm up, and closed a second cuff around it as well, so that Elana was now connected to the beam by both hands. Chain clattered and cackled as she did her best to test how far she could move. The cuffs felt cold against her wrists, even through the fabric of her jacket. She realised that there was actually quite a lot of chain, so she could move her arms freely. Even so, just feeling the tightness of the cuffs around her wrists was something she had never expected before, almost enough to make her go weak at the knees. She'd always wanted something like this, always dreamed of being kidnapped, fantasised about it, even.

Now it was happening.

The man stood back, his eyes slowly soaking in her image. She felt him looking at her, and flushed crimson a little, the chains clanked as she shifted slowly. Her green eyes played over the man as well, noting that he was muscular enough, and pretty fit. He was about her own age, but she didn't recognise him.

"W-who are you?" Elana asked. "Do you know me or...?"

"I don't know you." The man admitted. "Not really, anyway. All I knew was that it was legal to drag you out here unlike anyone else. Like I said, you must have pissed someone the hell off. Too bad for you, eh? Normally, if I dragged a woman out here like this, police'd be here pretty damned fast. My life would be ruined even if I somehow avoided jail. But that's not the case now, is it?"

He turned away for a moment, walking towards the back of the barn. Elana turned, watching him as he went. Her heart hammered in her chest, beating a quick tune that she swore the whole world could hear. Elana watched the man bend down and pick up piece of metal. A weight of some sort. Then, he turned again, reaching for the other side of the wooden beam. Elana realised that her chans were not actually bound to it at all, supported by it as a point of leverage, and connected by a series of iron hoops before dropping back down to the floor where the man was standing. The man took hold of them, and pulled.

Elana yelped as she felt her hands and arms suddenly being ragged upwards. She fought back, pulling with all of her might, but the man was stronger, and had leverage. Even as she braced herself, she felt her arms drawn upwards until they were up above her head. The man then connected the weight to the chains on the other side of the barn, locking her into that position as its weight was applied through own bindings. The man let go, and for a moment, he watched her, eyes gleaming. Elana pulled as hard as she could, grunting and cursing. But her hands could not move.

She realised she was now truly helpless.

The man walked forwards. Elana felt fear beating in her heart, almost enough to overwhelm her arousal.

"I'm not going to hurt you." The man said, reading her eyes. "At least, not in any way that won't heal. If you cooperate, I'll even let you go eventually. But while you're here, you're mine, understand?"

Elana felt her face go white at the words. Her arms were pinned above her head, her shoulders and back already aching. Slowly, she nodded.

"Y-yes..."She said softly. "I understand... I'll do what you want if you don't hurt me..."

She felt ashamed saying that. As though she was not the one who, with the power of the rulebook, had created this whole situation. As if some secret part of her was not actually enjoying this. She hated and loved the situation she was not in. Fear ran a razor sharp dagger along her spine, and yet each jolt, bump and icy dart made her feel more and more alive.