[M4A] Who wants to be abducted by the DILF next door?

Everyone knows that Cooper Dunne is a great guy. His backyard cookouts are the stuff of neighborhood legend. You spent countless hours every summer in his backyard, eating his burgers, in his pool, hanging out with his twins who are about your age. He always had a smile, a dad joke, and that classic "kiss the cook" apron on which his wife would roll her eyes at but smooch him anyway.

When you went missing, he was one of the first to offer your parents his support. Dunne Contractors raised five thousand dollars as reward money for anyone with information about your disappearance. He joined the teams searching the local hiking trails, provided his doorbell camera footage to the police, and hung your missing persons poster in the company office to spread awareness.

No one suspects that he is the one behind your disappearance in the first place. No one knows about the secret basement expansion that he spent two years quietly digging, soundproofing, and finishing into a private dungeon. Mr. Dunne is a great guy, after all. He has a beautiful wife, a picture-perfect house, a successful business, and two kids on track to become a doctor and an aerospace engineer. No one thinks that a guy like him needs a sex slave.

You've had two weeks now to contemplate your new existence. There's a metal cuff around your wrist, connected by a short chain to a rail running the length of one side of the room. There's a mattress on the floor with only a bottom sheet, a toilet, a sink, a shower, a bar of soap, and a cardboard box of food. Minimal supplies, to last you fourteen days. A box of granola bars, some apples and oranges, a jar of peanut butter, and two sleeves of crackers. Enough to keep you hungry, but not quite starving.

Nothing has been provided for your entertainment. No books, no television, no music, no windows. The door to your cell has a reinforced glass window, but it only faces out to the dark hallway leading to the concealed outer door. Your only connection to the outside world are two surveillance cameras on the ceiling, which sometimes rotate to follow you or whirr softly as they zoom in on your naked figure.

Every night, the lights go off for ten hours. Every day, they come on for fourteen. It's your only real way of marking time. For fourteen days, you've been left alone with your thoughts... and the sights in the other half of the dungeon. The metal mesh lockers hold whips, chains, leather straps, dildos, vibrators, plugs, clamps, bottles of lube, every toy or implement a deviant mind could possibly use. There's furniture as well, a spanking bench and a large chair with a strange hole in it and a few other equally intimidating pieces. It's clear what Mr. Dunne wants from you. He's just waiting for the heat to die down so he can begin.

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Limits: vomit, scat, incest, hyper sizes, teens, fantasy tropes in general

Kinks: abduction, rape, orgasm control, anal, bondage, spanking, collaring, corruption, fingering, toys, clit play, tomboys, alt girls, aftercare, dark romance. If you're interested in more intense kinks: chastity, clit torture, painal, anal-only, heavy bondage, blackmail, drugging, electricity, petplay, enslavement, marks of ownership (especially clit piercings)