0 comments/ 10041 views/ 6 favorites Wet Snatching By: mobyCock Megan was a small, unassuming woman. Her shy demeanor matched perfectly her slight frame. Tall enough to attract the attention of many men, but thin enough to almost seem unapproachable at risk of breaking, like fragile porcelain. At the bar one evening, Megan sat attop a barstool on the far end of the bar, concealed from view mostly, yet also potentially cornered if someone were to approach her. Almost like a mouse, she preferred to hide up against walls - she felt more secure than out in the open. Megan watched the people in the bar and imagined their life stories, specifically their sex lives. Too timid to approach anyone, and too shy to respond well when the sorts of men who most often approach women in bars approach her, she felt accustomed to isolation in crowds, and the closest she got to people was when she imagined their private lives. She would let herself get aroused in public places, voyeur to her own visions of those she examined. As the night grew later and people at the bar became more drunk, Megan watched the people's inhibitions entirely erode. One woman in particular was quite a mess. This person, who attracted most of Megan's attention was a slightly overweight, obviously loose and loud sort, who clearly got drunk on beer too often. Megan didn't think very highly of her, but in her own isolation, vaguely desired to be in her place. Not that this person was getting positive attention, but her lack of self-consciousness, her openness to being watched while being a complete buffoon...such things seemed at least slightly appealing to Megan. In some sense, in watching this person, Megan was losing herself. Indeed, this drunk woman got sloppier and sloppier until, just as she was trying to do a body roll, Megan noticed that the woman began to pee herself. The woman was wearing yoga-pants which weren't particularly flattering on her and a dark stain ran across them. Megan was shocked and giggled to herself a little. People around the drunken woman all backed away and the woman was too drunk to manage herself. Megan gawked a little longer and then turned away. The woman's vulnerability and the attention the process brought to the woman's genitals slightly excited Megan. As she scanned the room again, she noticed that a woman across the room had seen her watching the drunk woman and, it seemed, had herself been staring at Megan for possibly some time. In some subtle way, Megan had, for the first time in quite a while, been oblivious to her own situation in her environment and had been lost in her onlooking. The woman indicated to Megan to come over to her. Normally she would not have done such a thing, but the woman was commanding and quite pretty, but not intimidatingly overdressed. Megan walked over and the woman pulled out a chair inviting Megan to sit. "So it seems you found the incontinence of that buffoon over there quite funny," said the woman. "I, I couldn't believe ... why were you watching me?" "You seem quite comfortable gawking, but do not bother to participate in the uninhibited rites of this establishment. You sat at your barstool, and now here, all prissy in your cotton cardigan, too clean to let yourself loose." Megan sat there and listened, too timid to reply. The woman crossed her legs causing her skirt too hike up quite high. Megan almost stared and noticed her own wetness. "I'm going to go have a smoke. I'm sure you don't smoke. But if you change your mind, I'll be standing right outside." The strange woman got up and left, and Megan remained in her seat, unsure of what she might do. After a few minutes of sitting, Megan decided she might as well call it a night - she wasn't comfortable enough staying there after the interaction she'd just had. She decided she would quietly wish the woman good night as she left and passed her outside. Megan already knew she would want to masturbate herself to sleep tonight. Even such socializing as this stirred her. Megan got up and headed for the door. As Megan left the bar, two men were waiting by the door and the woman was nowhere to be seen. One of the men grabbed her and covered her mouth. The other quickly duck-taped her hands and then picked her feet up. The quickly scrammbled over to a van. As they approached, the van door slid open and the woman from inside the bar was there. Megan was placed inside the van; the men jumped in, shut the door, and the van started moving. All of this happened so quickly that Megan barely had time to realize what had happened. She felt so overwhelmed and terrified, but slightly calmed by the sight of the woman staring right into her eyes. The woman's gaze was gentle and slightly...sadistic. Megan noticed that she was unmistakably becoming aroused. The kidnapper woman continued to look at Megan, and Megan maintained her silence as the men blindfolded her and gagged her. Some tens of minutes passed before the van stopped. Megan was transported from the van, her hands were tied up above her and her breasts were groped by the hands of the two men. Megan was extremely scared, but somehow she felt distinctly alive. Her pussy was beginning to wet through her panties. One of the men ripped her cardigan off. Leaving her top on, she felt a knife cut the front of her bra from her neckline. The bra fell and her small breasts were freed. Her puffy nipples were sentitized by a pleasant chaffing against the inside of her shirt. She next felt the cold side of the knife against her inner thigh as her pants were being cut off. She dangled there, standing bound up, blindfolded in her shirt and panties. She was in a panic, almost hyperventilating and she began to be extremely uncomfortable. Her juices which had saturated her panties began to drip down her inner thigh. Megan's pussy was throbbing. Megan's blindfold was suddenly removed and she realized she was in a very small, warehouse-like room and that she was alone with the woman from the bar. "Megan, let's try a little experiment." Megan assumed the woman knew her name from her driver's license. "I'm not going to tell you my real name, not yet at least, because you will leave here perfectly unharmed, at least physically. For now, simply call me Thelma." Megan was only slightly relieved to hear that her kidnappers weren't going to kill her. She wasn't sure what they had planned and she didn't particularly believe them. "Oh Megan, I'm surprised by how sexually excited you are by this whole thing so far." Megan knew her arousal was visible, and she didn't know why she was aroused. "Perhaps being so sexually vulnerable is erotic to you. Well anyway, that is why I've brought you here. You are nothing but a voyeur who gawks at others, and I'm going to force you to do what I want here. We will gawk at you. How does that make you feel?" Megan felt a rush of uncertainty and arousal. The woman who went by Thelma grabbed Megan's belly with one hand and with the other hand stuck a finger inside the band of her panties and stroked all the way around her, releasing the panties with a snap back onto Megan's skin. "Oh, how soaked your panties already are." In addition to her arousal, Megan noticed that she had to pee - she'd consumed a number of alcoholic drinks at the bar earlier in the evening. "My lackeys and I are going to watch you pee yourself. Boys, come back in." Megan became horrified, wondering to herself how she was in this situation. "Fondle her a little. Megan, they will put their fingers on you and in you until you pee yourself." Megan froze in panic. This was entirely ridiculous. The two men grabbed at her crudely, fondling her loose breasts and sticking fingers on her wet genitals. She found the groping frightening but it also made her even more wet. One of the men swiped his finger along her thick juices which were saturating the part of her panties covering her dripping hole, and then he took the finger that had been lubricated by her juices and crudely shoved his finger around her panties and into her anus. Megan tensed and would have gasped if she were ungagged. "Megan, all you have to do is pee for us and this will stop." At this point, too much was going on, but Megan realized she would pee herself for them. She wanted to focus on letting go of herself, but the men kept fondling her. The one man began thrusting with his finger in and out of her anus. The other man tickled the front of her panties, near her clitoris. He pulled down the front of her panties and played with Megan's naturally thin pubic hair. "Oh Megan, how cute your pubic hair is on that slight frame of yours." The man playing with her pubic hair began properly playing with her clit. The other man fingering her anus fondled her breasts with his other hand. Megan felt disgusted with the situation and with herself. She gathered the wherewithall to begin attempt to urinate. Already soaked by juices, and sensations dominated by the knuckle going in and out of her tight anus, it took Megan a moment to feel the warm sensation of her own urine staining her panties and then trickling down her legs down to her feet. The men immediately backed away abruptly terminating the warm of their physical stimulation. Megan's empty anus and neglected clitoris felt cold as she continued to warm herself slightly with her own bodily fluids. "Oh Megan, what a delightful wreck you are," Thelma mocked her. "You look so pitiful hanging there wetting yourself. Can you believe you've let yourself be violated by these two brutes. Now you are so sad there in your wrecked panties. "Now Megan, I know you feel cold and unsatisfied. Perhaps I'll take you home and play with you more. If you would like that, nod for me." Megan was deeply embarrassed, but she felt so lost and alone. She nodded. "Okay then Megan, I'm going to cut you down and take your gag off now, but you aren't going to say anything. You are just going to crawl over to me on your hands and knees and lick my pussy for me. That will be your indication to me that you accept whatever terms for you I set." Thelma cut Megan down and ungaged her. Megan did as Thelma asked, crawling over to her and kissing her groin through her clothing. Thelma lifted up her skirt and revealed a very hairy pussy with no panties concealing it. Megan unthinkingly kissed Thelma's pussy and Thelma gasped. Thelma opened her stance so that Megan could put her mouth submissively entirely around Thelma's sweet lips and she began tonguing her hole. Megan lapped diligently, sweeping her tongue from the base of Thelma's slit all the way to her clit. Suddenly, Megan noticed a warm liquid filling overflowing her tongue. Thelma's fluids poured out of Megan's mouth along the sides of her face, down her neck, and onto her breasts. Other than an initial startle, Megan's service didn't change at all - she simply let the fluids pass over her without further indication. Thelma's pussy quivered and she ground her pussy into Megan's face. Megan increased her speed and Thelma came gloriously. Thelma gathered herself together and pulled her dress down. Within moments she'd resumed her composure. "Now Megan, follow me, and I'll take you home."