4 comments/ 128034 views/ 36 favorites The Abduction of Cheryl By: GabbyLez Summary: Cheryl Hart is is a bored suburban housewife who hires a special service to fulfill her kinky fantasies. She is abducted by a gang of Lesbians who use her for BDSM and sex. Introduction. Cheryl had just completed the latest grueling day of her insipid life. She flipped on the lights in the foyer of her posh suburban house, remarking to herself how tired she felt. Her leather valise was plunked on the kitchen counter and she poured herself a glass of champagne. Cheryl felt hot and exhausted. She popped the top buttons of her blouse and pulled her scarf out, wiping the sweat from her face with the tail. Her fingers released the clasp that held her hair tightly against her scalp. Cheryl turned up her collar, changing her appearance and sensation from a stern executive to a relaxed, sensuous woman. For Cheryl, life had a dual existence. During the day, she was the authoritative executive, buttoned up in the layered shell of power suits, the ever present burgundy valise tucked under her arm or slung over her shoulder... but at night, she was a rutting whore, craving rough sex and hard cocks. Another evening of overtime at the office left her strained and frazzled. She had just spent two hours crammed into a stuffy overheated conference room with thirty or more executives, secretaries and consultants. The result was sweaty clothing adhering to her skin, the odors of multiple bodies lingering in her nose, and due to a particularly busty secretary whose soft, delicious body she spent pressed against for much of the conference, Cheryl's hot silk panties were filled with a thick, viscous fluid. Her pulsating cunt and throbbing clitoris itched for the caress of her fingertips. She wanted her cunt and ass to be impaled by hot, fat cocks as her mouth sucked on the thick, salty nipples of that cloying, oversexed, over-perfumed secretary. Cheryl's eyes and imagination had wandered over those perfectly spherical, globular breasts straining to burst the buttons of a tight-fitting, expensive, striped silk blouse. Cheryl had popped them one by one in her daydreams, pulled the lacy brassiere down to expose two thick nipples standing erect on the plum-colored areolae of those milky breasts. She imagined her tongue following the faint tracery of light blue veins until they vanish under the knobby areolae. After thoroughly biting, sucking, kissing and licking those nipples, her mouth ran to the secretaries' open lips, drawing out her tongue and tasting the sweet juices while her startled eyes stared into hers. "Ms Hart! Ms Hart!" rang in her ears. Cheryl was startled from her daydream, "Did you hear Ms Robbins' question? ...About last quarter's earnings?" With these idle visions, Cheryl's nostrils flared as she sniffed the perfumes and sweat of this fleshy, Lesbian fantasy, mingling with her own faint odor of arousal. Hot cream pulsed into her panties. Cheryl's nipples throbbed and itched beneath the multi-layers of satin, lace and silk encasing her rutting body. She felt light-headed after her short drive home, still dreaming about that secretary... but reserving her orgasms for the privacy of her bedroom. With her sharp heels clacking up the staircase, Cheryl was beginning to undress herself. The last two buttons of her blouse were popped open, and she unbuckled the designer belt on her creased slacks. Pulling her blouse out, Cheryl's fingers felt the heat of her soft mound of Venus before moving down to the bloated, throbbing cunt encased in a layer of silk and nylon pantyhose. When she wanted to maintain a state of arousal, the tight seam, with the buttoned fly of her tight-fitting slacks providing additional pressure, would rub her clitoris as she walked, or when she crossed and uncrossed her legs. By the time she arrived home, or returned to her hotel suite during business trips, her lips would be swollen and her erect clitoris tingling with the need to be stroked, rubbed, and penetrated. Without even bothering to kick off her heels, she lay back on smooth satin sheets and gulped from her champagne bottle as one hand slipped into her panties. With the half-empty champagne bottle left on a bedside table, her hands were both free to pull her bustier cups down and tug, twist, pinch and knead her swelling, erect nipples. There were wet spots in the cups... her nipples had discharged. It seemed as if an electric current ran directly from those aching nipples to her clitoris. From a bedside stand, she removed a clear bottle of baby oil, a tube of jelly and a large vibrating dildo. The jelly was squirted along the shaft of her dildo, and the baby oil rubbed into her breasts and nipples. A small amount of vinegar and baking soda was rubbed on her nipples, the hot tingling sensation driving her to the very edge of ecstasy. Cheryl pulled the clitoral hood away as the vibrating tip of the dildo teased the pearly, greasy, ultra-sensitive knob. It grew ever larger, as her nipples also swelled to a painful degree of erection. Moaning, bleating and cooing, "MMmpphh.... Aaahhh.... OOOooo.... " Cheryl whispered the name of that voluptuous, fragrant secretary as if she were with her, begging and pleading... "OOOO.... It feels so good.... UUUhhh.... Hard.... Rub me harder.... Twist my nipples.... Karen, you're so hot.... I'm.... I'm.... UUrrggh.... Such a slut! Fuck me like the slut that I am, Uuggh, a sleazy Lezzie cunt-sucking, nipple-kissing whore... oh Karen!" She grabbed the dildo in both hands and thrust it deep into her pussy. Causing her torso to arch off the bed, her breasts to jut out, her eyes to roll back, and her mouth to open in a painful, sudden, deep "UURRGGH!!!" Her torso bent and arched back and forth like a bow, twitching with pre-orgasmic spasms that caused her breasts and belly to tremble. She reached lower with her fingers and pushed the tip of her index finger through her tight sphincter. A jolt of electricity shot through her body, causing a burning in her nipples and cunt. "Karen, roll me on my sticky hot belly and ram my ass with your dildo! Sodomize me! Slap me, pinch me, hurt me!" As her orgasm approached, a wave of masochistic impulses shot through Cheryl's nervous system. She wanted pain and humiliation, to be this woman's anal whore and fuck toy. She rolled on her belly, pulling the pillows underneath her to elevate her ass and to hump them. She ran her hands across the buttons of her blouse and felt the smooth silk sliding over the hard, lacy shell encasing her torso. The heat of her soft belly burned through the lace. As she popped the last of the buttons, she imagined it was the hands of her ravisher, though at this stage she might have preferred that her clothes be ripped from her body. Her nipples were burning hot and hurt with increasing sensitivity. Her arms were underneath her, groaning with the hard push to get the dildo into her rectum. "GGGrrr..... HHmmpphh..... Harder..... Harder....." Her face was flat against the bed sheets, her left cheek buried in the satin. Her mouth was still uttering her guttural moans, pleading in her fantastic stupor, "Sodomize me.... Deeper.... Harder.... Rape my fat ass... MMMmmm....." As her hands pumped the dildo, she was humping her pillows, until the sudden shock of orgasm shot through her body like a blast of lightning... Cheryl's back arched, pressing her belly into the soft pillows, thrusting her ass into the air, and causing her mouth to go suddenly wide with a nearly silent hard exhalation.... A crackling in her throat was the only sound. Her body went as rigid as a sculpture, with a sudden gushing spray soaking the pillows... either she pissed herself or ejaculated... she was in too deep an ecstatic stupor to know or care. Her eyes stared sightlessly as all she could see was orgasmic flashes... After several hard spasms jerked her body, her eyes rolled back, her muscles relaxed and her lips curled in a smile. She let out a satisfied moan and the room went silent, only broken by the faint buzzing of a greasy dildo resting on her thighs after it was expelled with a sticky sound from her sodomized rear. The noise of the squeaking bed, the squishing liquid sounds of thrusting dildos and fingers, the moans, all were now silenced. Cheryl lay facedown in her ruined clothes and sheets, twisted and stained with body fluids, lipstick, baby oil, and a pool of sweat, ejaculate and girl-cum. A pair of shiny round globes protruded from the tangle, along with a mass of stringy, sweat-soaked hair. Her arms were still buried underneath her, one hand gribbed by the suction of a post-orgasmic cunt, the other arm bent so she could suck on her gluey fingers. When she awoke the following morning, she burst off another orgasm. The room smelled like the musky, sweaty bedroom of a reeking whorehouse. Cheryl looked like a thoroughly ravished, hung-over, filthy used-up slut. An hour later, she was washed clean, with creamed and lotioned skin, perfumed, impeccably made-up, sheathed in crisp clothes and ready for business and pleasure. Fingering a string of pearls adorning her business attire reminded her of the pearl of her clitoris... the hard satiny sphere's resemblance to a drop of her girl-cum or that of a male injecting her. Her days were occupied with the rigors of business, finance, maintaining a marriage and a house. Whenever she had the opportunity, such as the meeting she had spent next to Karen, her erotic imagination ran wild. Cheryl discovered that the more absurd the fantasy, the more aroused she became. A mature woman with a young, nubile lover... a thick BBW with a delicate, flat-chested girl... a nasty street whore with a prissy housewife... The thought of a horny, over-sexed teenager in a school uniform bunny-humping or tongue-kissing her austere, mature teacher would inflame Cheryl's lust. She found herself dressing like a stern schoolmistress in severely cut suits with her blouse fastened at her throat... her manicured hands fingering the collar nervously like a prudish, sterile old maid. Cheryl sometimes imagined this persona of hers being pounded by some fat-assed, thick-waisted girl or the oiled, fleshy bodies of Carnivale dancers... her dominant personality sought to be sexually ravished... what she needed was a sort of role-reversal. 1. Cheryl Hart was bored with her mundane, vanilla sex life. Such a satisfying masturbation was a rare occurrence... besides, she needed more than just a release. Marriage left her little more than a cold bed in which to sleep. Cheryl often reminisced about her sexual adventures when she was young... as a teenager and in college. In her imagination, she often relived the escapades she once had with men and women alike. When she lived in a crowded dormitory with a pack of wild teenagers who were just discovering their sexual freedom, Cheryl had an easy outlet for her own voracious appetites. This was two decades in her past. Gabardine and satin replaced denim and flannel; she carried keys to an Astin Martin and a Jaguar, not a rattling old Subaru. Mrs. Cheryl Hart was now a mature woman with a high salary and innumerable responsibilities. She was affluent, well-known, powerful... and sexually frustrated. Her husband was often away for an entire week, attending conferences, touring industrial facilities for his company, or occupied with the myriads of other business activities. During these absences Cheryl had no other recourse than her dildo collection. Her husband didn't mind; he sometimes watched her masturbate prior to sex. He had a few pornographic DVD's that was his prerequisite to 'get in the mood.' She often resorted to trashy novels for her own mood. One boring, lonely night, Cheryl was channel surfing and stopped on an HBO sex 'documentary' that depicted a Strap-on Dyke Party. She was never a hard-core Lesbian, just a bi, highly sexual woman... or, more precisely, an under-sexed, working housewife. She was shocked initially... then curiously aroused. The sight of women humping each other's asses and sucking strap-on dildos made Cheryl's pussy gush into her panties. The fingers on one hand were soon working her clitoris and swelling pussy, the other was soon inside her blouse, masturbating the erect nipples on her swelling breasts. She imagined herself on her bed, her ass raised high to receive one of these strap-on cocks by a voluptuous, sweat-soaked dyke with gyrating, pumping hips. Cheryl enjoyed being penetrated, but never associated penetration with Lesbian sex. Her flings with girls in High School and college were her favorite sexual memories, but strap-on dildos were something she had never tried. Cheryl began craving Lesbian sex, in her office, her conferences with other women, and especially in her bedroom when she was working herself with her dildos. It was a common fantasy of hers to go to bed with another woman but she hadn't done anything like that since her college flings... sweaty sex with hard-up, drunk, insensible bi-curious girls whose mouths tasted of cheap liquor and whose cunts tasted like Vagisil and soiled tampons. Formerly, when Cheryl watched her husband's pornographic videos, she imagined herself as the porn actress... taking a hot blast of cum on her nipples as she tweaked them, or a load in her mouth as she licked her lips. More and more, she fantasized about being with the women in these scenes... kissing their nipples, lapping hot juices from their puffy cunts, or kneading the soft flesh of their firm asses before poking a finger into their hot, narrow rear tunnels. Her husband's DVDs had some Lesbian scenes, but Cheryl wanted to see something like the strap-on sex in the documentary. She wanted to be bounced back and forth on her mattress by a woman's soft, sweet-smelling body, not the smelly, hairy belly and hips of a man. Cheryl needed to see more... and decided she needed a strap-on dildo for herself. She had never been to an adult store, but decided to try a large adult boutique she had always passed on Route 22. Her dildo collection was mail-order... this preserved her sense of privacy. Cheryl did not have the patience to wait three weeks or more for a delivery... she wanted her strap-on cock now. It took some nerve to go inside, but she was relieved to see another woman shopping there by herself, as well as a male-female couple. Walking through a room filled with sex toys, her embarrassed eye caught a realistic dildo with a leather harness. The image from the documentary passed through her mind and she imagined herself wearing it, or better yet, taking it from another woman. She bought the strap-on dildo for $89. Her heart was thumping...She dropped the packages on her bed and lay back. Cheryl was getting hot and said to herself, "I'm a nasty whore! Ruin my little pink asshole!" Cheryl was masturbating with her new dildo. The harness was wrapped around her wrist. Cheryl had occasionally stuck a vibrator up her bottom while masturbating, but never a dildo this large... it stayed in her pussy till she came all over her hand. Cheryl felt adventurous, and she was as lecherous as a rutting mare... she sodomized herself with her new strap-on cock. It was painful, especially with the initial insertion... she couldn't imagine how it might feel with the weight and muscle of a woman's body humping it up her rear. Facedown on the bed with that pseudo-cock filling her to the bursting point, she was wracked with powerful, spasmodic orgasms. The next night she was again by herself and repeated the action. She just couldn't get herself to cum the way she had the night before. The dildo was missing something... a woman attached to it. Cheryl removed her slacks and strapped herself in to the dildo harness, holding the heavy shaft in her hand and flopping it around. She pulled her slacks back on and was barely able to pull up the zipper and fasten the button tab with the strap-on underneath. Looking down, she was aroused by the enormous phallic bulge in her crotch. She buttoned up her suit jacket over it and walked to the floor-length mirror. Cheryl adjusted the collar of her blouse over her jacket, applied an extra coat of deep red ruby lipstick, and slowly undid her clothes as she watched her reflection. Cheryl stared at the bulge of her strap-on dildo and as she pulled it out of her slacks she imagined it was another woman preparing to fuck her. Cheryl wanted to be roughly taken by another woman. She fantasized being thrown down on a bed in a sleazy motel. An oversexed whore wearing a strap-on reamed her pussy while sucking the tongue out of her mouth. She would then flip her roughly on her belly and ream her ass... then she would make her deep throat it. Cheryl kissed her image in the mirror as the tip of her new cock awkwardly rubbed against the glass. Cheryl determined it was time to take action... she was determined to fulfill her fantasies. Cheryl realized she couldn't just ask for something like that from any old Lesbian or bi-sexual woman... she maintained friendships with several authentic Lesbians from her corporation and elsewhere... knowing they made love with other women, they occasionally entered her fantasies. To make a request such as "Please tie me up and force me to take your strap-on cock," was not a viable option for a married, high-profile executive. Besides, Lesbians often have vanilla sex lives... most, she knew, are no different than hetero couples, except they prefer relationships with their own kind. They often have boring, vanilla sex lives too. Yet, few women and no man would have passed up a chance to take Cheryl to bed: she was exceptionally attractive, authoritative and very feminine. She exuded sex with an alluring sensuality and a titillating hint of danger. 2. Through careful research and confidential inquiries, Cheryl discovered a lead concerning a high-class service for women with desires such as hers. To cover her expenses with this special call-girl service, a fur coat bought full price was returned to the furriers... she bought an identical coat for $4000 less. This way, her husband wouldn't notice the missing cash. She had discovered a high-priced sex service that catered "to Lesbian or bi-curious women's specialized fantasies..." After getting past her fears, Cheryl's desire to enact her fantasy overpowered any reservations she held. It began with a telephone call. The woman who answered the phone had a suave, sophisticated voice and she quickly put Cheryl at ease. "We have clientele from all walks of life. We do not keep records or phone numbers for some third party to discover. We are experts in confidentiality... look at this like a dating service... our ladies have careers in multi-billion dollar corporations, prestigious Universities, government, you name it... we have them here... and they participate in this simply because they enjoy fulfilling fantasies. Our charges are primarily for covering expenses... there is no luxury, no fantasy scenario that is out of our reach. What specifically are you looking for?" Cheryl hesitated... "I want... well... Feminine but strong, a rough type..." She came out with it... "I want a lipstick type to rape me with a strap-on dildo, after tying me up. I want to be 'O' in a Lesbian version of Chateau Roissy." The woman responded casually, "Role play is one of our specialties... I have just the women for you too. You'll have to answer a few questions. You'll be provided with a form to fill out... with a variety of questions concerning your sexual fantasy and your limitations. If portions of your fantasy scenario are to take place in public we need to choreograph it very carefully. We certainly wouldn't want someone to misconstrue a mock abduction..." Cheryl went into business mode. She was discussing the role-playing game as if it were just another business deal. Rather than scoring a lucrative contract or a profitable sale, she was securing the fulfillment of her favorite sexual fantasy- the nasty prerogative of a wealthy, sexually frustrated bitch in heat. Cheryl understood she would meet her strap-on rapist at some point in time and some place, but part of the game was its realism. She was assigned a "safe word" as well as a "safe signal" (after all, she was to be gagged- according to her own fantasy). The forms she filled out described every sexual experience she could recall, her every fantasy, fetish and proclivity. But the actual details of her fantasy session were to remain a mystery until it was being enacted. It could happen anytime or anyplace. This was a sophisticated operation and she paid several thousand dollars for it. A detailed questionnaire had been filled out, covering everything from the intricacies of her married life to her daily routines. The Abduction of Cheryl Days and then weeks went by. She often abstained from sexual activity so she wouldn't waste her orgasms beforehand. Sometimes she went around with sopping wet panties thinking this was it, her strap-on rapist was about to strike... gulping with a certain fear and anticipation; other times, out of impatience, she wondered if she had been the victim of a con game. 3. Cheryl finished off her light breakfast and her morning cup of tea. She bent over and tied her shoelaces tight. She knew she was going to end up sweating, but there was a nippy breeze... so she zipped into her warmest track jacket and turned up its collar along with that of her polo shirt. A sports bra was a necessity- Cheryl was well-endowed. Cheryl's figure was voluptuous in the pastel-blue track suit, which was snugly fit and drawn tight over her breasts, ass and thighs. Passing a row of houses on her street, she crossed a small playground to the artificial lake where she often walked or jogged. By the end of her first lap, a three-quarter of a mile loop, she was sweating. She took a brief rest behind a boathouse, stretching herself at a picnic bench, when she heard footsteps behind her. The old boathouse had a doorway on the opposite side and a few dusty windows. Someone must have been concealed inside. As she turned around, all she could see was a blurry figure lunging at her. Cheryl momentarily forgot her call-girl appointment and was seized with a panic. She pissed her track pants as this frightening figure put its hand over her mouth and held her tightly by the arms... Cheryl heard a woman's voice, close enough to her head that she felt the soft lips on her ear, "Cheryl, don't try anything or I'll hurt you. I know you're a slut. I'm going to rape and sodomize you with my hard strap-on cock!" The woman's enormous breasts were soft and luxurious, pressing into her back. Cheryl felt a warm, soft belly pressed against her hips. Ominously, as the woman moved in closer, a hot shaft poked against her ass and felt like a hard, erect cock! A sudden hard push into her rear made it clear what that cock was intended for. "You'll be pleading for this, slut! You reek of ass-slut!" Then she heard the sound of wheels crunching on the gravel roadway. Her fear turned to relief and embarrassment. This was it! But her pants were wet with hot piss and were steaming in the cold air. A second woman emerged from the doors that suddenly swung open in the rear of a maroon van. They lifted Cheryl into the rear and dropped her facedown inside, on a plush red carpet floor. Her arms were tied behind her back with a silk scarf as she lay there, whimpering. The van drove off, but screeched to a sudden hard stop on the roadway... Cheryl heard a door open and close. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a delicious brunette in jogging clothes, holding a tiny pair of binoculars and a cell phone. This backup was reassuring; she didn't want someone witnessing this mock abduction any more than her abductors. There was a thick mist rendering the visibility very poor, and conveniently, no one else was out here this morning. Cheryl didn't know it, but a few days earlier they had called it off because another jogger was in the area, as well as an old fisherman. The three women in the van looked like porn stars- large breasted, thick-lipped, oversexed and overdressed. The driver appeared to be a frumpy housewife out for a ride in her 80's style van. When the driver spoke, Cheryl recognized her voice from the memorable telephone conversation a few weeks earlier. One of the women passed a knife to another... Cheryl felt the urine rush to her crotch again, but this time she was able to stop the flow before she pissed herself some more. The woman with the knife instructed her, "If we get stopped I'll cut the scarf off your wrists and you are to play it casual. Understand?" A whimpering "Ummm huummm" was her response. "We're just some friends out for some exercise. I'm Pamela, this is Jenny and that's Sophia. The driver's name is Angela. Got it?" Another whimpering "Ummm huummm." Pamela lifted Cheryl's leg. "Oh... as for the hot piss stain in your pants, if anyone asks, you have a weak bladder and drank too much coffee." They were soon on the Interstate and Cheryl heard the sound of semi-trailers along with the monotonous noises of the highway. She knew she wouldn't be missed: her husband was away on business in Japan and the different time zones restricted their telephone calls. Her car was parked in her garage. This was carefully planned. One of her tasks was to e-mail certain pieces of information concerning a pre-arranged series of questions, such as "Appointments today:__," Or "I am expected at__from__AM/PM to__AM/PM." The best question was "I will not be missed today or tomorrow." This particular question she preferred to answer "Yes," knowing it would increase the possibility her fantasy would be carried out at those times. They knew she could be gone for days without being noticed, as long as she placed a couple of telephone calls to her husband in Japan... but other such periods came and went with no action. These were the times she feared it was all a con. The e-mails were not supposed to elicit a response... were they even being read? After a half hour or more, she was allowed to sit up and was provided with a bottle of water- she had to suck from a straw because her hands were tied behind her back. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. "Shut up bitch! I'll stuff a gag in your mouth if I have to!" Pamela's snarling teeth and harsh tones were very real and scared Cheryl... she bit her lower lip and whimpered. They began talking among themselves. Cheryl was sitting on the floor with her arms tied behind her back and her legs folded underneath her. "Pammy, do you think she's tight?" Jenny answered for her, "She hasn't had any babies, but she looks like a slut. I bet that pussy's stretched out good." Pamela cut in, "That's not what she meant. You know how Angela loves to dildo a hot ass..." Jenny grabbed Cheryl roughly by the hair and pulled her legs out from under her. "RRrrrgghhh, what are you do....GLOOP!" Pamela shoved a ball-gag in her mouth and slapped her hard on the face, "You bit me! You bit my finger you bitch!... We told you to shut up or get gagged!" They shoved her to the floor with a meaty clunk.. Pamela lifted her ass up by the waistband and pulled her pants and wet panties down. "Oh you nasty bitch, pissing yourself!" She grabbed a handful of rump in each hand and spread the cheeks, "Look! She's tight as a virgin! Who's going to pop that anal cherry?" Jenny thrust her middle finger in Cheryl's rear hole and pulled it out... "Filthy whore! Don't you clean yourself?" She wiped her finger on Cheryl's face, "No matter. I love to rape a dirty hole. My strap-on cock doesn't mind, cunt." Pamela pushed her hard on the ass, her belly plopping on the floor. Cheryl's ass was bobbing and squirming as she moaned on the floor. "Jenny, hand me your lipstick... the tube of bright red slut color... That ass is begging to be raped." Cheryl let out a long, plaintive whine as she heard this, and started squirming. Her rump was bobbing and twitching, making the women's pussies gush cream at the sight. "Stay still cunt or I'll hurt you!" Pamela said as she grabbed her ass and started writing in lipstick, "Fill my ass with cum, Cheryl is a Cheap Slut" and "Pop my ass cherry, I'm an anal fuck doll." They were giggling as they discussed what they wanted to do to her... "I'll stretch her mouth with my fat black greasy strap-on!... I'll impale her ass like a stuck pig!... "While you're in her ass, I'll test her cunt for elasticity and grip using my Black Mamba!" They sized her up like a side of beef, poking, prodding and stroking her body, feeling her thighs, the smoothness of her belly, softness of her tits and the size of her clitoris. "What enormous nipples! They're like two udders! Are you sure you're not knocked up, slut?... Answer me!" Cheryl nodded her head, turned on its side against the floor. "HHHmmm..." A shiny trail of saliva streamed out of her gagged mouth. She was nervously sucking on the ball. Pamela took the trail of slime on the tip of her finger and lopped it up across Cheryl's face. "I hope you're a 'slimer' when my strap-on is pumping your face! I like it hot, wet and sticky." Cheryl couldn't see outside the van, but they had left the Interstate and were winding around on some steep roads. The van slowed down, turned, and she heard the crunching of the wheels on a dirt road. Being alone with these women titillated her, but there was also a fear about where she was and what they might do to her. Her thoughts wandered from imagining herself subjected to a night of sado-masochistic Lesbian rape to being left in the woods tied to a tree as they robbed her house and cleaned out her bank accounts: They knew she was wealthy. Game or not, maybe they were opportunistic thieves. She calmed herself by remembering what she had been told: many of these women were bankers, executives, professors or sexually bored wives of high-powered CEO's. The money she had paid was used to cover the expenses... they didn't need it. They were doing this for the sex, just as she was. Cheryl had requested they be rough with her, and her survey indicated she loved being called nasty names during sex. The scenario was meticulously choreographed to suit her sexual profile and fantasy- with enough surprises to keep her wondering. During the winding drive, Cheryl had time to consider her place under the sharp-heeled feet of these women. She was drooling over a ball-gag stuffed in her mouth, lying on her belly and tits beneath these vicious bitches, her asshole puckering and her cunt drooling in anticipation of their strap-on cocks. Trussed up like a pig, she thought about her favorite position for masturbation: lying on her belly with her ass in the air, her arms reaching underneath her either to play with her pussy or to grasp a thrusting dildo. She wondered if women who masturbate on their belly are more submissive than those who lie on their backs. Yet, she often humped her pillows like a man humps a woman's ass in doggy-style position. Either way, having her face buried in the sheets, her ass raised high, her arms beneath her, gave her more potent orgasms. There was a masochistic aspect also... she often went directly to bed fully clothed, as she had the night Karen spent the conference next to her. Clothes were the expression of wealth, and depending on the severity of her ensemble, it was a symbol of her wealth and authority... sometimes she wore a hip-hugging skirt that brought out her muscular ass and thighs, with a snug satin or silk blouse, its deep-V neckline revealing a gold pendant (usually a heart) in a tasteless display of cleavage; other times she wore a severely-cut suit, with the blouse buttoned to her throat and her hair pulled back tight against her scalp... her thick, pouting lips, high, slanting cheekbones and large doe-eyes gave her the appearance of a fashion model tempered by the air of a stern schoolmistress. Whatever the style, they ended up a ruined mass of gabardine, satin, buttons, silk lingerie, often hundreds of dollars in designer labels scattered among her jewelry, ointments, butt plugs and dildos. The cool satin sheets were the least of her losses. With her increasing libidinous urges and frustrations, Cheryl had a powerful desire to be sexually dominated, humiliated... by other women. Perhaps, she thought, it was more humiliating to be dominated by women, who are, after all, the "second sex," weaker and delicate... but more feral. She sought a role reversal; she was the dominant, predatory female in her outside life, the office barracuda, always ready to pounce on her prey like a sharp-fanged cat with razor-sharp claws... but sexually, she had a masochistic urge to be the prey itself, to vicariously assume the place of a mauled victim with her high-heeled legs sticking up high and stiff, her long-nailed fingers clawing the air, her frightened, bovine eyes staring into oblivion... all the while, her voracious lover devours her with its mouth, gnaws her neck, ears, lips and tongue, sinks its nails into her soft breasts, and pounds into her with an impaling strap-on cock. To make her a totally submissive, thoroughly conquered slut, she is turned on her belly and rammed in the ass, chewing and clawing the sheets with the pain and pleasure of her impalement. Lying here on the floor, the sharp heels pressing into her back and ass seemed like the claws of such feral predators, as did the sharp, exquisitely-manicured fingernails that had trussed her up and left her vulnerable to their every sadistic whim. 4. The van pulled up alongside a large antique building. It had an odd combination of Victorian and Gothic architecture and was surrounded by a park. Cheryl guessed she was somewhere in the Watchung range, maybe Basking Ridge. She had taken riding lessons there years ago and was familiar with the area. Cheryl glimpsed a long stone driveway leading to the front. In one direction were horse stables, in another a beautiful fish pond with a decorative neo-classical sculpture in the center. They had evidently used an unpaved back entrance. They escorted her through the side door into a kitchen that was as large and well-equipped as a restaurant's. Cheryl was lifted and dropped on her belly with a bony, meaty thump, feeling the cold stainless steel of a kitchen counter underneath her. They were still prodding her like a side of beef. The pastel blue track pants with its white stripes down the legs, along with her pink panties, were wrapped around her knees. She was turned on her side. They unzipped her matching jacket and pushed her polo shirt and bra up. Cheryl's globular tits were bobbing on her chest with their hard, aching nipples jutting obscenely high. Her hair was wet with perspiration and was plastered to her head and face in dark strands. Her lips were swollen and glossy with the drool from her gagged mouth. Lying on the cold steel counter intensified the sensation that she was just a piece of ass-meat to these women. Jenny, Angela and Sophia carried her over to the dumbwaiter and stuffed her moaning, trussed-up body in the tray. She was lowered by means of an electric winch that whirred into action with the flip of a switch. "Meet you downstairs, slut!" Cheryl's eyes were wide and she whined through the gag. Clearly, she did not like being inside this contraption. As the door closed, the moaning grew faint. They took their time going downstairs to retrieve her from this claustrophobic box. Cheryl was only slightly cramped, lying on her side, but in the confined space she was forced to smell herself for the first time since her ordeal began. Stewing in her own body heat, the musky smell of arousal mingled with pee, sweat, lavender, and the cloying remnants of her perfume and deodorant. The dumbwaiter had led to a room that was, many years ago, the original kitchen. Now it was used only for storage. As Cheryl waited impatiently, preparations were being made for her reception. When the dumbwaiter reached the bottom of the lift, Cheryl had waited in the darkness for what seemed like an hour. Finally, the door opened. At eye-level, she saw two bobbing strap-on cocks pointing at her. Then she saw the faces of Jenny and Sophia as they bent down to pull her out. Cheryl's eyes were wide and her pupils were dilated. Jenny grabbed her roughly by the collars of her jacket and shirt, while Sophia and Angela grabbed her legs. She was again plopped down on a stainless steel serving tray and wheeled away. They were groping her breasts, pussy and ass as she was pushed through a low corridor to another subterranean room. This room was once some kind of vault, since the huge steel door was set with bolts like a bank vault. The clanging door was followed by silence. Cheryl was now trapped in some kind of sex dungeon. In the corner was a large round bed, covered in bright red satin sheets and heart shaped pillows. An antiquated cherry bar ran along the opposite wall. There was a well-stocked liquor cabinet and a large mirror against the wall itself. The room appeared to be a prohibition-era subterranean bar converted to a Honeymoon suite. There were even mirrors on the ceiling above the bed, and another mirror on the wall alongside it. A very modern plasma television stood in another corner. A few pornographic DVD's lay on the shelf. What caught Cheryl's eye was Angela opening a door to reveal an adjacent room filled with frightening sado-masochistic implements. The wall that fell in her line of sight resembled a tack room; indeed, there were several riding crops and bridles hanging on pegs or in racks... but there were among these items many whips, gags, nefarious-looking ropes and cords, and, obviously for effect rather than use, two medieval maces. What Cheryl did not see further in this room were colonial stocks, irons, a medieval iron hanging cage, two padded saw horses, and an actual stretch rack! They had a thoroughly well-equipped S & M facility tucked away as secretively as a prohibition-era whiskey bar- which this very room once obviously served as. There was an extensive fetish wardrobe, a supply of candles, pins, needles, lubricants, saran-wrap, dildos, butt-plugs, clamps, tattoo guns, and for that matter, darts and other implements for every imaginable ritual, torment, or scenario. For Cheryl, this was a bit too much... she enjoyed fantasizing about BDSM, but she was more turned on by being trussed up with a pair of musky pantyhose and gagged with a ball and silk scarf. It was one concession they allowed her- the spiked collars, latex corsets, silly leather gear and other tired clichés of the game were left alone, but Cheryl was still going to be served up for adequate punishment. Cheryl was tossed facedown on the bed as the three women poked and prodded her like a piece of meat. Her hands were still tied behind her. She felt fingers squeezing her breasts and reaching under her blouse to pinch her throbbing nipples. The room resounded with hard meaty smacks on her upraised ass. Each time her ass was smacked, Cheryl's eyes widened with shock, her whole body jumped and a high-pitched squeal came from her gagged mouth. Angela's pussy spurted into her panties watching and hearing this. A shiny trail of saliva ran over Cheryl's chin and stained the red satin sheets. Jenny and Angela rolled her to the side of the bed and stood her up. She was dropped into a plush chair and forced to watch a dance that was intended to get her pussy burning hot.Jenny had pulled the zipper up on Cheryl's jacket and she was sweating profusely. Her piss-wet crotch was burning hot and the silk panties felt heavy over her throbbing clit. She twisted in her bonds with a frantic urge to rub herself but she couldn't. If she had been wearing tight jeans, she could have rubbed her clit against the seam, but she had on soft athletic pants that were still wet. Angela had temporarily removed her strap-on dildo and changed into an outfit that a stripper would wear: tight black shorts that ran up the split in her buttocks. A tight black mesh bodysuit was all that covered her breasts. She was dancing on bright red high heeled shoes that matched the color of her pouting lips, which were a bright coral red glistening with thick gloss. Angela's skin was covered with shiny oil. Her buttocks bounced with each step. Her thighs were thick and very feminine, though muscular. They were heavy but with a certain elastic tightness. Her curvaceous torso glistened with oil, emphasizing every delicious crease and pout. Her belly was a rounded rectangular shape, slightly protuberant but firm, with a pout just above the crease separating it from her Mons. A few tattoos adorned her body. Angela's purple-red nipples were fully erect and enormous. She must have put lip gloss on them, because they were so dark and shiny. Even the sheen of oil alone couldn't have caused that effect. The Abduction of Cheryl Angela performed an erotic dance in front of Cheryl, a hybrid that had elements of belly dancing, Samba and a stripper's nasty tricks. She twisted her torso, bounced and jiggled her oversized ass, threw out her breasts with their huge nipples, and made seductive gestures with her mouth and tongue. Jenny emerged, dressed in an ultra-tight pair of jeans with only a red bra. She was in black spike heels. Jenny ignored Cheryl, focusing her erotic dance for Angela's amusement. Angela responded by grabbing Jenny's hips from behind, pushing her back so she would bend over, and dry humping her ass with short, hard thrusts. Angela was much larger and heavier than Jenny, so one very hard thrust caused Jenny to land on her belly, flat on the floor. Angela fell on top of her, supporting herself with her hands as she humped Jenny's ass. Jenny's hips were bouncing up and down with the force of Angela's powerful thrusts. Her mouth was wide open, emitting deep, guttural "ughhs" with each pounding. The humping stopped when Jenny very convincingly mimicked a powerful, body-wracking orgasm. Angela lay flat on Jenny's prostrate body, twining their thighs together, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. Jenny's pupils had rolled back almost entirely behind her lids... there was a sensuous smile on her lips. The music stopped and Cheryl heard Angela whispering in Jenny's ear. They both stood up and were tongue kissing in front of Cheryl. The slapping of their wet lips and the slurping sounds drove Cheryl wild. She loved kissing women, and her panties were filling with a sticky cream at the sight and sound of their wet mouths devouring each other. A loud crack startled Cheryl and the others... It came from the door. Pamela was wielding a riding crop. She had whacked it against the door and Cheryl nearly wet herself again. Her heart was thumping in her chest as rivulets of sweat ran down her cheeks. She bit down on the ball-gag while she groaned. "There's my little bitch!" Pamela screamed. Cheryl looked at the other women, who were staring wide-eyed at Pamela. A high-pitched moan accompanied Cheryl's frantic squirming. Pamela was rushing at her with the crop in her hand. "WHACK!!!" The force of Pamela's slap left a deep red handprint on Cheryl's cheek. With the sharp pain also came relief... the riding crop with its painful-looking tip was handed to Jenny. The ball-gag was popped from Cheryl's mouth, now running drier out of sudden fear. Pamela flicked her hand in the air to get the slimy drool off her fingers. Pamela's sharp nails dug painfully into Cheryl's cheeks as she grabbed her mouth, scrunching her lips into a ridiculous pout. Her front teeth protruded like a rabbit's. Pamela spit on her teeth and released her hold on those swollen lips. "Bitch! Slut! I know you want us to fuck you but you're not getting off so easy! When I'm finished with your cherry ass, you'll be as stiff and nasty as a plastic fuck-doll" Cheryl was genuinely frightened. "Throw the whore on that bed, and rip her clothes off. I'm going to rape her fat ass and mouth!" Pamela reached into a large handbag slung over her left shoulder. Without taking off her panties, she stepped into a harness. After fastening the straps she removed a very large flesh-colored dildo from the bag. Cheryl was lying on her back on the bed. Her arms were awkwardly bent since she was still tied at the wrists. Her tight alligator sports shirt rose and fell with her heaving breath... stretching it taut over her breasts. Her nipples and areolae were visible through the semi-transparent sweat-soaked fabric. Her belly protruded between the waistband of her pants and her jacket and shirt. "What are you going to do to me? Pleeease!!!" Jenny and Sophia forcibly lipsticked and lip-glossed her mouth, making her lips as bright red as a shiny cherry... Jenny whispered some smutty remarks in her ear and told her Pamela enjoyed a puckered mouth and lots of hot kisses on her nipples and everywhere else."Angela! Give me Jenny's panties! Now!... I'm going to have to gag this whore!" Cheryl tried to say something, but Pamela covered her mouth with her hand. "MMMppphhh... grrrr!" Pamela whispered in her ear, "I bet you'll enjoy sucking on Jenny's hot, sweaty, creamy panties! You're such a pretty little cunt... you're a nasty slut! Lick my ass or I'll hurt you..." Pamela turned around and crouched over Cheryl's face, lowering her fat ass on her head. "Stick out your tongue and clean out my crack! Suck my ass, and I mean SUCK IT!" Pamela felt her tongue wriggling around her ass, then her lips locking on her puckering hole. Cheryl was sucking her hard. Her breath wheezed through her nostrils as she moaned into Pamela's hot rear. Pamela was whacking the dildo against Cheryl's exposed belly, saying "I'm going to shove this fat cock deep into your belly, to rape your cunt like a knocked-up whore... then I'm going to impale your hot, tight asshole!" Cheryl whined, "Noooo! Plleeeaaasssee! But... I... I... POOP from there!" Pamela sneered, "Oh no you won't, sweetie... Not with my big cock packing it in!" Cheryl couldn't hear everything Pamela was saying... but before she could catch her breath, Pamela had sat up and rolled Cheryl on her belly. She pressed her hand into the back of Cheryl's head and shoved her face deep into the pillow. With her other hand, she pulled down Cheryl's track pants and panties. Another pillow was stuffed under her belly to elevate her ass. The women took turns smacking Cheryl's ass with loud open-palmed slaps. The creamy white globes turned pink and red. Pamela took each buttock in her hands and pulled them apart. Despite Cheryl's squirming, the puckered grey asshole peeked out above her swollen red pussy lips. Pamela spit hard several times, telling the other women to do the same. The foamy spit was running down her thighs by the time they were finished. Fingers probed her rear. It smelled like eggs and shit, with the combined aroma of musk, sweat, piss and fish from her pussy. Pamela wiped her clean with Jenny's panties. She stuffed them gusset-first into Cheryl's mouth, after pulling her head aside by a clump of hair. They were held in place by a pair of smelly thigh-highs wrapped around her head. The satin gusset with its slippery hot pussy cream was sliding on Cheryl's tongue. Her neck bent awkwardly as she swallowed. GLUG! Her eyes rolled back as the hot musk filled her throat and nostrils. Their favorite device was to take a ball gag and place the soiled gusset inside out around the ball, then plug the mouth with it... the taste buds of the tongue would be pressed against the gusset... and the smells would instantly permeate the nose and throat, especially if a sliver of the pussy-smear was left outside the mouth, under the nose. Alternately, a skid-mark from a dirty ass could be placed under the nose, with the pussy-smear placed entirely around the ball. She would vicariously suck pussy while inhaling the eggs-and-shit fragrance of the asshole. Cotton panties were not favored though they soaked up the secretions well, only because they made the mouth dry by also absorbing saliva. Satin was best for preserving a glob of girl-cum, or the cream from a recent fuck; a glob of pearly white cum will remain intact on the satin until it can be placed in the mouth. Satin also stays hot, preserving the heat of a rutting cunt. Silk worked well also, but not as good as satin. A bottle of liquor was passed around as they played with Cheryl's trussed-up body. Cheryl was slapped, poked, pinched, fondled, and sucked by the three women who were going to rape her. They rolled her on her back and pushed her shirt and jacket up, exposing her tits. As they rubbed, squeezed, pulled and pinched the throbbing nipples, rude comments were exchanged. This was part of the process of humiliating Cheryl. She stared at the women, her eyes exhibiting the pain and pleasure she felt. She moaned and squirmed in a vain effort to pull away when they handled her roughly. This caused their pussies to cream as they watched her and taunted her. Angela: "Her tits must be a thirty-six double D," (weighing them in the palms of her hands), "and these fat elongated nipples... she must be filled with milk, the knocked-up slut." (She tugs them and twists them hard with her fingers.) Jenny: "Milk the bitch! Squirt it on my pussy. (She bends over in front of Cheryl, who is now sitting up with her hands still tied behind her. Jenny's pussy is swollen with excitement and plumps out between her upper thighs.) Angela: "What a cow... I bet I can get some milk to squirt... watch!" (She tugs and squeezes the nipples, finally pressing the erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. A white spray is forced out and Angela breaks out laughing... Cheryl's eyes are wide and she squeals through the panty-gag.) Jenny: "Squirt some of that hot juice right in my pussy." (She opens her lips wide and her wet pink tunnel opens up. Her thumb is simultaneously massaging her clitoris. She moans with delight as the hot droplets sprinkle her pussy.) Angela: "Pammy, do you want a taste?" Pamela: "Spread her legs open, I'm going to pound that dripping pussy... Look at the whore! Her clit is enormous!" (She grabs the fleshy meat of Cheryl's pussy lips and squeezes it like a piece of fruit. Shiny moisture flows over her fingers.) "She is enjoying this. I can feel her pussy throbbing in my hands! It's pumping with her heartbeat... If she comes we'll have to beat her to a swollen pulp." Pamela positioned herself above Cheryl, guiding the tip of the strap-on dildo into her bloated pussy. Jenny and Angela each took a breast into their mouths. Jenny sucked on the nipple, sometimes taking the entire areola into her mouth. Angela took the nipple between her teeth and pulled. Some milk was still squirting out. Cheryl's body was glistening from the milk that had splattered over her. Cheryl's head fell back and her back arched just as Pamela's strap-on cock pushed in. This pressed her tits against Jenny and Angela's faces. They gave up their nipple play as the force of Pamela's thrusts forced Cheryl's body to rock back and forth. Her breasts were bouncing up and down on her chest."Such a pretty little slut! Too bad we have to ruin her! Oh Cheryl, don't you just love taking my hard greasy cock deep in your belly? It feels so good, doesn't it?" Pamela paused to taunt Cheryl. The knobby head of her strap-on dildo was still gripped by Cheryl's bloated cunt. Angela pulled up Cheryl's head and forced her to look at Pamela. "Taking it like a little slut! UGHHHH!" A sudden hard thrust planted the dildo up to its base. Cheryl's eyes went wide and then rolled back as she arched her neck and back. Pamela gave three more of these long, hard thrusts then pulled out. A milky cream oozed out after the dildo was removed."Roll her over!" Pamela told them, "Angela, break her ass in! Rape that creamy ass, fuck it hard!" Cheryl's moaning and squealing increased. Pamela propped her ass up in the air. The arrangement was the same as it had been earlier: pillows were stuffed under the belly and her ass was raised high. Pamela held her head by a clump of hair and spit on her face... "Little ass whore! Ever been sodomized by a fat black strap-on cock? Has that cherry ever been popped? It will hurt at first as you feel that hot shaft impaling your ass, thrusting into your hot bowels, then the pain will turn to pleasure... you'll be pleading to be raped by each of us, slut!" Angela greased up her fat strap-on cock until it was shiny and dripping with oil. "Look how her asshole is puckering! She wants it! Take it like a pretty little slut, you always wanted a hot black cock deep up your asshole! I'm going to rape that fat white ass like the little slut you are!" A hot liquid pulsed from her cunt, then a sudden short jet soaked into the pillows. Cheryl pissed herself again. Her asshole was puckering violently. Angela pressed the knob of her strap-on against the wrinkled hole and pushed. Cheryl was tight. Angela groaned with the strain. Her sharp red fingernails squeezed into Cheryl's buttocks. The sphincter gripped the knob as it poked through. Pamela was staring into Cheryl's eyes, watching them clench shut, open wide, roll back, or cross with the pain she felt. Jenny stood aside and stroked her strap-on dildo while she watched. Cheryl's body suddenly arched. The hot shaft entered her rectum. Angela pushed hard as the muscles in Cheryl's ass pushed against the dildo. She growled with each thrust. Cheryl's body was bouncing with the force of Angela's humping. Tears formed in her eyes. Pamela pulled the soaking wet panties from Cheryl's mouth. Before she could speak, her gargles were cut off by Jenny's strap-on cock. With Cheryl's head hanging off of the bed, Jenny stuffed her upside-down mouth with the dripping wet dildo. Angela's thrusts were matched by Jenny's. Cheryl began thrashing on the bed, then her body stiffened. Her back arched deeply. Her eyes glazed over in a stare. Jenny pulled out and Cheryl's mouth remained open. Her hands, with their long fingernails, clawed the air and grew stiff. A series of spasms rocked her body. Her wide-open mouth emitted several rhythmic "ahhhs" then she went limp on her belly. Her trussed arms fell against her back. "This slut was such a good rape, it's too bad we have to get rid of her," Pamela said. "What do you mean...?" Jenny asked, with fear in her voice. "No, not that way! We'll have to dump her in the park where we found her. The little cunt can find her way home from there..." Pamela instructed Jenny and Angela to pull Cheryl's clothes back in place and to gag and blindfold her. "Tie the bitch up tight, we don't want her getting away from us. I'll meet you at the van. Hurry. We need to dump this slab of whore-flesh before it gets light out." 5. Cheryl was taken up a flight of steps, with Angela pushing her along. She suddenly felt the cold outside air and the rain falling on her. Cheryl was lifted up and tossed facedown on the floor of the van, where sharp-heeled shoes dug into her back, ass and thighs, preventing her hogtied body from moving around. The bindings were tight. Her clothes were soggy from sweat and body fluids. Her skin felt oily and sticky. She was in a state of exhaustion from the hard pounding her body had received. Cheryl's pussy was bloated, sore and heavy. She could still feel the sharp nails that bit into her ass as she was strap-on raped. Her nipples were sore and her breasts felt engorged. Her tongue and lips felt swollen, and her jaw ached from the ball-gag filling her mouth. There was a dull pain in her arms and legs from being tied up. Cheryl's ass felt like a bloated heavy mass with a gaping orifice in the middle. Some airy farts escaped when she squirmed on her belly, then a cold tickling inside her panties. Another fart caused a wet, heavy, sticky mess in the hot silk. She thought she messed herself after the hard sodomy she had endured, but Angela had used a squirting dildo to pump her ass full of cum. A trickle had run down her leg earlier, but she assumed it was lubricant. "I don't want to hear your nasty farts, ass-whore," Pamela snarled as she turned on a humming, buzzing butt plug. Pamela pulled Cheryl's pants and panties down, smelling the hot cream as she thrust the butt plug through the gooey mess and through her dilated sphincter. She pushed it deep into Cheryl's rectum and pulled her clothes back up, patting her on the rear with a snide commentary, "That'll shut your noisy ass up and keep you squirming on your belly like a nasty little cunt...". Conclusion. The van came to a stop on the crunching gravel. They had returned to the lake where she had been abducted. Angela's muscular arms held Cheryl's arms against her back. Another set of hands removed the bindings on her wrists and legs. Cheryl felt wet lips and warm breath on her ear as Pamela warned her, "If you scream, we'll hurt you. You know the way home. Do not tell anyone this ever happened." The gag was plucked out, but a hand held her mouth shut as a precaution. Cheryl felt the cold air and rain as she stood in the doorway. Suddenly, she was pushed out the door. Cheryl was startled by the sudden fall and plopped on her belly in soft mud. Something heavy hit her on the ass. The van peeled out on the gravel with a shower of tiny stones. The sound of the van quickly faded. Cheryl removed her blindfold and realized it was over. Her fantasy had been fulfilled... but she was covered in mud, lying in the rain at four or five A.M. Then she saw a light on the ground next to her. A flashlight was in the "on" position, inside a large clear plastic bag. The bag contained squirt bottles filled with water, towels, an umbrella, raincoat and rubber slip-on boots. Her house keys were in the bag, with a bright glow-in-the-dark attachment. The squirt bottles were used to hose off her face and hands before toweling off. Cheryl had to appear casual on her walk home, so she buttoned herself up in the classic Burberry trench. Her clothes were muddy and wet. She normally would abhor soiling the lining of such an expensive coat , but at this moment she couldn't care less. The boots were awkwardly pulled over her muddy tennis shoes. As she bent over, the butt-plug must have hit a sensitive zone because Cheryl let out a gasping moan. The empty bag, bottles and dirty towels were discarded in a trash can. Cheryl recalled Pamela's last words in her ear before pushing her into the mud... "Filthy raped slut, go ram yourself with a fat dildo...and remember us when you're thrusting that hard shaft deep in your ass..." The butt plug wiggled with her bloated rump as she walked away, nestled inside her gooey, clinging panties. Her satiated cunt was purring all the way the home.