Taken From the Beach

The sun had slipped below the horizon off the tropical island sea. Yeliz, a pretty girl of twenty years old, walked down the beach shirtless with a pair of board shorts over her bikini bottoms looking at the red sky. She was well toned, trim, and rather pretty with shoulder length chestnut hair. Her family was originally from Turkey so her olive, mediterranean skin had become dark and rich in the island sun. At school, she had done gymnastics so, while she only stood about five foot three, her body was firm and fit.

​She stopped, sat, and laid back listening to the surf quietly lapping at the sand a short ways from her feet. The sand was warm from the tropical sun. It was dark and quiet. A strange feeling came over her. She wanted to be naked, or at least more naked than she felt with the board shorts. She wanted to feel naked. The sand was so warm and relaxing.

​With a slight pause, her hands undid the tie at her waste and she pushed the shorts down over her round butt and let them sail over her defined tan thighs to her ankles revealing the tight, narrow waist band, purple tie-died, spandex, speedo bikini bottoms. This skimpy piece of beachwear was the same color as the top which easily contained each of her fist sized breasts. She had bought it especially for her trip to the tropical island paradise breaking every rule her conservative parents had set for her. Growing up, they had never allowed her out in public in Americanized, feminine swimwear or bikinis. She set the shorts to the side and laid back once again feeling exposed and risky, but strangely relaxed and at ease.

​"You are risking inviting men to come after you that you would rather have stay away," her father had always told her when she had been invited to pool parties. Especially as Yeliz matured, her parents knew that she would incite even more desire in men than the typical young woman. But this vacation was like Yeliz turning a page and setting out on a new adventure, away from the protective eye of her parents. And she took every advantage of frolicking in the waves and playing beach volleyball with her friends in her new sexy bikini.

​Dave owned a house above the beach on this part of the island. He moved here after his divorce five years prior. At 48, he found the serenity and quiet of his home in paradise a needed break from the disappointment of life back in the city. Things were usually quiet. Occasionally things were too quiet and at these times he could be seen walking the streets of the island village looking for local women. He could talk smoothly enough to get them to come home with him three quarters of the time and he was good enough with his hands and tongue to earn a decent reputation in a small circle of young dark skinned women. He swam most mornings. When he didn't feel like braving the waves he would work out in his home gym in the basement to stay lean and fit. His height was above average.

On this evening, Dave walked to his porch to take in the waning colors of the sunset and view the beach. A figure on the beach caught his eye; someone lying back, then sitting up, and then... removing clothing. It was a girl or a young woman from what he could tell. No one usually ventured this far from the hotels down the beach. He couldn't quite make out the features of the person. He went back inside and retrieved his binoculars.

​The girl was reclining now, stretched comfortably on the sand and wearing only a skimpy purple bikini. So revealing, he thought. I would never have allowed my daughter to wear something like that at her age in public. But then again, the beach was private and secluded.

​Dave could see that the young woman was incredibly fit and lean, but not tall and skeletal like a model. Why would she be napping on a quiet beach at this time of the day? And why would she strip down to her swim suit when there was no one to see or any sun to be had? He studied through the lens her supple breasts, the v-shape panties which brought together perfectly her flat tummy and two smooth olive legs.

​Then, something stirred inside Dave which surprised him. A deep feeling that made his pulse quicken and he instantly felt short of breath.

​No, he thought. What is going on? He had hardly ever felt such strong feelings when seducing beautiful young women on the town let alone when gazing at the body of a teenager from a quarter mile away. But the feeling was growing and his desire was controlling his thoughts. What am I thinking? This is madness. But the more he gazed at the young visitor on the beach, the more powerful the impulse became.

​Dave, had never forced any woman into a sexual act, but something entered him that night and he found, despite his apprehension at his own capabilities, that his mind was racing for methods to capture this young woman; to overwhelm her; to capture her fruit and consume it. He thought of going to talk to the girl, maybe seduce the pretty young thing or talk her into his home where he could begin the preliminary rituals of flirtation and drinking that always helped him get young women out of their clothes, but the desire inside was not just for sex or even seduction. He wanted to capture her and bend her to his will. Dave had an incredible urge to catch and force this beautiful young girl into love making.

​Dizzy with the hormones pulsing in his head and the delirium of setting out on a new adventure, he gathered together what he would need: a sock, a neckerchief, some rope, and a large cotton bag.

The warmth of the sand under Yeliz kept her back warm and prevented chills from the cool evening air which caressed her exposed skin. It was so peaceful, lying on the deserted beach thinking about college and boys. She wondered about how she would react if a cute boy in a tank top came walking down the beach. What if he stopped to talk and he kissed her? That would be such a hot experience. Then, a different thought came into her head which made her a little uncomfortable. What if a man walked down the beach and saw her all alone. What if he started talking to her and leaned in for a kiss and then started to pull down her spandex panties?

​The thought made Yeliz uncomfortable, not because it had entered her head, but that it made her pulse spike. She had never allowed any of the boys that had taken her out to undress her. She had always stopped them when they reached for her buttons, but as time went on, she found herself wondering, despite her resolve to remain chaste until the right time, what it would be like to have a man run his hands over her feminine secrets and ravish her hungrily.

​The waves slurped faintly as they licked the smooth, round rocks at the base of the beach.

​A noise made her open her eyes and cast a quick glance. It came from the forest behind. Nothing could be seen in the dim twilight. Sure that it was her imagination, the tanned beauty laid back and let the cool breeze lick her cheek and thighs. I would have to head back soon, she thought.

​In an instant, the light from the moon dimmed from her shut lids and at the moment that they opened, a body pounced on her chest. Her mouth opened to scream from the force and a piece of balled cloth was forced in and held by a large hand. Weight pressed on her chest while the hands secured a long cloth around her head. Its force pressed the balled cloth firmly against the back of her mouth. Trying to scream in surprise, all she could issue was a muffled mmmm MMM.

​The man was working quickly. He was strong and solid. With his hips pressed against her stomach and his chest pressing into the side of her head, he brought her hands together above her head easily and tied the wrists. The girl struggled to get off her back. The man had her pinned and powerless. Everything was disorienting. Partly, she couldn't believe what was happening. There was no one around to see her tanned legs kicking frantically on either side of her attacker's shoes; her heals digging and slipping into the sand trying to push herself up off of her back but Yeliz remained pinned. Her muffled screams dissipated in the evening air with no one around to hear.

​Then, with the agility of an olympic wrestler and the power of a python, the attacker jumped around to the back of her torso, leaned forward forcing her chest toward her knees, and grabbed her ankles, forcing them together. They were secured quickly to her tethered wrists. Minutes after the attack began, Yeliz was hog tied and helpless on the beach.

​The man stood up after he finished, and, panting, he continued the rest of the work necessary to bring his prey home. He tied a lead rope to the junction of the lashing in between her ankles and wrists, lifted her hind end, and brought her butt to the mouth of the canvas bag. She was inserted, bottom first, into the opening. Only the lead rope was left out of the opening of the bag which he used to tie it shut. Yeliz felt herself lifted into the air by his powerful arms and slung over his back where she hung stunned and motionless by the lead rope for a few moments as she bounced lightly against his back. He began to walk. Her butt was supported by the bottom of the bag, but most of her weight was held by the lead rope and the tethers which bound her limbs. As the man continued she gradually regained her whits and began to scream and flex her legs in order to shake loose, but the tethers were firm. They kept her from shifting the angle of her legs and arms too much.

​What was happening? Where was he taking me?, she wondered. Why was he taking me? The thought of ransom entered her head. Terrorism. Sex? This last notion made her heart skip a beat. He couldn't be planning to rape me could he? The more she thought the more it seemed logical and appeared as the only valid possibility. And the reality set in quickly along with the fear. What would it be like? Was he going to kill me afterwards? How could I escape his grasp? How is he going to do it? No! I can't let him. It would feel unbearable. Him leering at me and feeling and exploring me! I'm not ready.

​The bouncing continued. The flexible young captive hung helplessly on the man's back, passively bouncing and rocking against him on the backs of her upwardly stretched legs. They ascended stairs which she could tell from the change in force and lull of the rocking. A door opened. His shoes scraped on tile and then on carpet. With his powerful arms, which were not yet too tired after the long walk from the beach, he lifted her up and hung her from the lead rope on something which supported her weight. The bag fell away revealing the captor to Yeliz in the light of his house, and to him, her bound, folded, and nearly naked body. Yeliz hung from a hook from the ceiling like a side of ham. He stood panting and taking in the full sight of his captive. She looked at him through fearful eyes and he looked back into hers with eyes of one who was assessing the situation as it had yet developed. She could tell, that he wasn't sure of what to do and may even have been surprised by how things had developed, but that he had brought her to his home in such a manner for a powerful reason and he wasn't going to let her go without fulfilling his ultimate plans. His eyes broke from her's and ventured down. She could almost feel them sifting over her bare skin and it made her even more uncomfortable. Down, slowly, down over her folded, hanging length. Then he turned his head, paused thinking, and walked to other parts of the room.

​Now, thought Dave, how will I go about this? His catch was as lean and mature as he had imagined from the porch. The thrill of the capture and the sight of the young woman's flexible body hanging folded and defenseless from the hook coming from the vestibule ceiling had rushed him with sexual desire. Her taught, round ass covered in that purple, bikini bottom made him dizzy with hunger. Half of him wanted to tear away the skimpy panties that concealed the last of the girl's privates right there while her sex was outstretched and satiate his lust right away, but Dave wanted to draw out the pleasure of this sexual exploit. He wanted to stimulate his guest as well; flood her being with the ceremonious application of sexual invasion and stimulation to catapult her screaming into a sea of orgasm and pleasure. Yes, he wanted to make the evening one to remember. Rape was new to him. He still couldn't believe what he was doing, but her body was irresistible.

​ Yeliz hung helplessly as the man went into the other room. She could only see half of the room because a brick corner wall jutted into view. He was laying sheets on a bed. Lighting candles. The light dancing on the objects was indicative of a fire in a fire place which must have been on the wall around the corner from view. He set a table next to the bed and on it he placed a few glass vials filled with liquids of different hues.

​I couldn't believe what was happening. He was preparing to make love to me. And this was what men were supposed to do for women in movies; the candles, the fire, the oils; it was all what men did when they were going to have sex with women. But I was a girl. I wasn't ready. I hadn't asked to be taken or to have this done for me. It was all so humiliating, she thought. Hanging in this way, in this skimpy bikini, while a strange man prepared a bed on which he was most certainly going to have sex with me. And there was no way to stop it. No one to help. Why had I ventured from the resort? Why had I exposed myself like this on the beach?

​No one knew that Yeliz was there. Being completely under his control and power made her feel small and scared. Then he appeared and fixed his hungry eyes on her.

​He paused for a minute, a whole minute, taking in, once again, the sight of his catch. "You are a beautiful young woman" he gazed into her tear filled eyes with what in any other situation could be mistaken for tender care. Stepping closer he said, "This is as strange for me as I'm sure it must be for you. I've never done anything like this before, but I saw you lying on the beach in this tight lingerie and something came over me. A powerful desire came over me and I knew that I had to have you. I know that this is not something you want to happen right now and that you might feel bashful and embarrassed and maybe a little afraid of what I'm going to do to you tonight, but I promise that I won't hurt you. You have my promise. If you relax and let your body give in to the touch and stimulation that I will give to you, I think this experience will be as exciting and satisfying for you as it will be for me."

​His words horrified Yeliz. As he spoke, she tried to scream through the cloth in her mouth, but all that came out was a muffled mmmm mmmm. Desperately, before he could get closer and put his hands on her, she struggled and jerked her bound arms and legs to try to get them free from the ties, but they held firm.

​Shhhhhh he whispered through a small smile as he approached. He gazed down at her body. All of it. The sexy young victim could hear the lustful shaking of his breath when he came near. "you are going to feel incredible tonight, I know it" and he licked his lips while his eyes fixed on her outstretched bottom. "I just know it". As he said this he took in his fingers the upper edges of the narrow swath of material that ran between her legs from the front of her bikini bottom to the widening seat and pulled it up away from her ass. His fingers slid down the edges towards the back and let the strip snap back to her bottom with an audible 'thwap'. He then brushed his fingers down the entire front of her panties as if to smooth it back into place. "ooooh yes" he quivered as his palm glid lightly over her sex. His hand turned on the palm and pushed in on the area below her moistening flower. Then, he slowly, firmly ran his hand up and down feeling her through the thin spandex between her legs. She heard as much as felt the slow strokes of his hand sliding back and forth over the nylon - stroke, stroke, stroke.

​mmmh MMM was all she could say in protest. No one had ever touched her there before. It was so strange, so embarrassing. His strokes were slow and deliberate and the feel of his fingers as they glid over her virgin femininity was strong and firm.

​He continued to stroke her there, fondling her butt, and gaze at her with hunger as he spoke again. "Soon, I'm going to take you down from here and lay you on the bed that I've prepared. I'll tie you up in a way that will be best for the sex." His rubbing continued up and down, back and forth between her legs. Yeliz shut her eyes and leaned her head back to try and ignore the stimulation. "Then, I will massage you with some oils and lotions." He placed his other hand on the side of her upturned thigh to keep her from swinging under the force of the strokes. "I want you to enjoy the feel of my hands as they explore your body, tantalize your sex, and uncover your secrets." The strokes stopped but his palm remained on the spandex covering her taint. "And finally," he stated matter-of-factly, "I will remove these panties you are wearing and make love to you." She looked at him silently and with pleading eyes trying to ignore the dead weight of his hand resting on the base of her butt. Slowly, Yeliz shook her head; pleading with her eyes. He looked back with what seemed like understanding and slowly nodded. "Shhh shhh".

​As if a dam holding back his desire had broken, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her body into his. Yeliz was hanging slightly below his eye level. His lips landed on her neck tasting deeply. Her out stretched bottom swung forward into his hips and she could feel through the seat of her bikini bottom the extent of the passion that he was feeling for her body. It was huge. It shocked her to have a conception of the member that would soon be completely breaching her defenses. His embrace lasted. She was helplessly lost in his arms, under his control. His lips moved along her neck in deep, slow kisses that sent tremors throughout her body. One of his hands slipped down and landed on her outstretched butt. It squeezed and kneaded her through the fabric while his lips moved down to her chest. His hand on her butt removed the last hope that she had of freedom from his grasp. She knew at that moment that she was dominated.

​So much had happened in the past hour. Just this afternoon, Yeliz had been freely walking on the beach. Now, after all of this, a strange man was forcing himself on her immobilized body in his home while his hand fondled one of her most private and protected areas.

​He pressed his hips and the relief of his manhood harder into her bottom and whispered, "You are beautiful. Such an incredible catch."

​His arms wrapped around her folded body and lifted her off of the hook. She was carried to the bed and laid gently on her side. The mattress and linen were soft and colored vanilla. The bed was king sized. Lengths of rope ran up through the mattress in the center. Light from the fire danced around the room.

​With steady deliberation, the man leaned his weight on this beautiful young girl and undid her legs from the square tether. When her ankles were free, she could struggle and kick some, but was too dizzy from the recent sexual contact and his weight on her torso was constant and immovable. Wrestled to her stomach, she felt the front of this thighs press against the backs of hers. In this way, while still applying weight to her shoulders, her body was folded again at the hips until the legs and stomach were at right angles. One rope was tied around one knee and, after pushing the other leg out slightly wider so that her knees were more than shoulder width apart, the other knee was secured.

​The weight disappeared. He brought Yeliz upright and hugged her firmly, his arms wrapping around hers from behind. Again, he let his lips settle and peck at her neck which she allowed him to do without struggle. She was too scared to continue fighting his sexual advances. He undid the ties on her wrists, but before she could gather her whits, an arm wrapped around her waist and the weight returned to her shoulder blades. The lips continued to nuzzle her neck as he followed her down again to the mattress and folded her at her hips. She could feel his massive cock on her bottom impressing on her as if to shepherd her bottom and contain that half of her body. As he went to work securing her elbows to the other set of ties coming up through the bed, he gently pushed his manhood against her hind end, working slowly and undulating his hips against her while his lips and tongue continued to taste. All of this she endured without struggle as she couldn't escape and knew that she could not. He's so hungry for me, she thought. She rested her chin on the pillow that he had placed and let the motions and sensations flood her senses. There was no way to ignore them and the notion of domination and sensual rubbing began to fully arouse her. Her femininity was moistening despite the indignation and humiliation she felt. He worked and massaged, kissed and rubbed for a few moments after the tethers on her elbows were fixed. They rocked gently, quietly, constantly for about a minute and all she could do to endure the humping was to bite down on the gag.