0 comments/ 345396 views/ 14 favorites Taken By: S. Smithe She awoke not knowing where she was or how she had gotten there. In fact all that she could discern was that she was face down on a bed with her arms secured above her on the brass headboard. She wore only a white jersey knit tee shirt and white cotton panties and the cold dankness of the room she found herself in made her nipples poke through the thin fabric showing a ghost of the pink flesh which surrounded them. As she was shaking her head trying to clear the drowsiness from it she heard the creak of a door and slow deliberate footsteps towards the bed. She tried to turn her head to catch a glimpse of the person who was holding her captive but she was tied in such a way that her attempts were futile. The footsteps continued on the cold concrete floor and with each one she could feel the tremors of fear run through her abdomen. She began to struggle feeling the rope cut into her soft wrists. She flinched as without warning a hand came down to caress her ass through the thin fabric of her panties. A deep voice told her "If you behave yourself and stay calm this will all be very easy for you, I know how nervous you little virgins get." She then realized why she was here and what this man wanted to do to her. She had kept her virginity 19 years and had never wanted it to be taken from her in this way. Becoming hysterical at the thought she struggled anew with her bonds and whimpered: "Please, no... please just let me go..." "Are you going to behave?" Crying now she replied "Please Please -- I won't tell anyone, I just don't want to do this...Please" The gruff voice then said again "Are you going to behave?" and punctuated the sentence with a hard pinch on her ass which elicited a gasp from her parted lips. She could only cry in response to his question and so he continued rubbing her round ass. "Get up on your hands and knees" He hissed at her. She obeyed, spreading her knees to compensate for the lack of support from her bound hands. This gave her captor the room he needed to move his hand from her ass down to feel the contours of her pussy and circle the little nub of her clit through her panties causing her to suck in her breath as the tears continued down her face. He reached over and pulled the crotch of her panties aside as he deftly inserted his finger into her. He began to slowly fuck her with his finger soon sending another to join the one already inside of her. With his rhythmic thrusting her sobbing subsided only to be begun again once he with drew his fingers from her to reach up and slide her white panties over her ass and down her smooth white legs. She felt completely vulnerable with her upturned pussy open to his gaze. She felt the bed tremble as he positioned himself behind her and cried out "No please no, no..." as she felt his hard cock pressed up against he ass and being rubbed up against the lips of her pussy. She continued to plead with him not to fuck her as he said "I told you to behave" and landed a forceful slap upon her bare ass. He then grabbed her hips and slowly but firmly slid his cock into her until only his balls were left outside of her pussy. She ceased her sobs and struggling as he said "Good girl" and began to fuck her slowly easing himself in and out of her tight body. He began to go faster and hunched over her grabbing her small tits feeling the hard nipples through the white cotton. She just knelt there, tears running down her face, knowing there was nothing she could do. She sensed he was near finishing by his sporadic movements and hoped this ordeal would be over soon. He gave her three or four more hard thrusts then suddenly pulled out and shot his cum onto her white round ass cheeks. She could hear his labored breathing as he got off the bed and his footsteps on the concrete as he left her alone in the cold room still secured to the bed. Exhausted, frightened and alone she collapsed on the bed sobbing once more unsure of what to expect next. Taken Often I will sit in seclusion and reflect upon my choice of submission in my lifestyle. As I sit in darkness and silence, it is nights such as this, when a storm rages outside that my thoughts turn inward. I feel the unmistakable need for release, to feel a storm build within me as surely as it rages outside my windows. As I write, my nipples bound with clothespins, a vibrator buzzing against my hungry clit, I will share with you just one of the reasons I have chosen to give myself so completely to this man whom I call Master. It was one of those days where reality ceases to exist and it is just the two of us. Snuggled up on the sofa-bed in his living room, we had lazed about all day, a veritable buffet of snacks and the like littering the coffee table as we watched movies, talked, made love and cuddled some more. Wearing nothing but my collar and cuffs, I reveled in the feeling of belonging to this man. Totally sinful, yes... but oh, so enjoyable! Reluctantly, I looked at the clock on the wall, flashing 5:30 at us. I sighed heavily, our euphoria being broken by the shrill of the telephone. Master looked at me with regret in his eyes as he picked it up. "Hello?" he fairly grumbled into the phone as I hid a small smile at his annoyance. "Oh, Hi!" I looked at him in surprise, wondering who on earth could be calling and why he would sound so cheery after hearing who it was. "Sure... around an hour from now? Yes, we'll be there." My confusion continued to grow. "Ok, see you then!" He hung up the phone, obviously pleased. "Who was that, Master?" I asked, a puzzled expression on my face. He turned to me as he hung up the phone, slapping me soundly across my ass. "Get dressed, misha, we're going out to dinner." "With who, Master?" "Does it matter?" he queried back, daring me to ask again. "No, Master." I sighed, resigned to the spell of the day being broken. He leaned close as I started to get up, closing his warm hand against the back of my neck and whispered close to my ear, "Don't worry, misha. I'll make sure you will enjoy it." I looked up at him and smiled, kissing his smiling face as I hurried to get up and shower before leaving. I stood in the shower, feeling hot needles of water sting my skin which was still glowing from an all over body rub I had been treated to. I smiled as the door creaked open announcing his arrival into the steamy sanctuary. I washed his body for him, even his hair, stroking my hands over this body that wields such power over me. He held me against his chest, rubbing his body against mine to wash me as well. We stood in the steaming spray, kissing passionately as the water sluiced the last of the soap from our bodies. He gave me a silent command with his eyes as and I turned off the water and stepped from the shower, grabbing a towel from the holder and holding it out to him before toweling myself dry. I stepped from the bathroom to the bedroom, gathering my clothing to wear for the evening. He came up behind me and ripped the clothing from my grasp, grasping the back of my neck and bending me over the bed. I gasped and bent quickly. I felt his hand stroking my upraised ass and moaned softly. He bent over me and whispered, "Are you my little slut, misha?" A shiver ran through me as I answered quickly, "Yes, Master!" He started spanking me then, slowly building a fire within me. I felt his hand descend again and again until I knew my ass was a bright cherry red. I could hear the smile in his voice as he said with much satisfaction, "That should give you something to think about in the restaurant... but just in case..." His voice trailed off as he went to the closet. I stayed in my current position, but turned my head to see what he was after. My eyes grew wide as I saw the remote controlled vibrator and my chastity belt in his hands. "Oh, God... " I moaned. He laughed softly. "I'm going to have a good time tonight!" he leaned down and bit my ass as he said the words, still filled with laughter and started teasing my swollen cunt and clit with the vibrator. He slid it deep within me, filling me completely as I moaned and squirmed, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough, I felt him drawing the belt between my legs and locking it around my waist. The vibrator was trapped deep within me now, and he had the only key to the belt. "You look delicious, precious. Get dressed!" He slapped my ass again to get me moving. We said little as we hurriedly dressed and made our way to the car and out onto the Interstate. We drove to our favorite place for Italian food and walked in. The hostess greeted us warmly and asked how many in our party. I opened my mouth to speak and only a squeak came out as the vibrator within me roared to life. Master smiled at her warmly and said, "I believe what misha was trying to say is that we are meeting someone here." The hostess looked at me strangely as the vibrator was turned off again and I heaved a sigh of...relief, disappointment? Who knows? Master took my arm and spoke softly to me. "You will speak only when you are asked a direct question, misha, do you understand?" I nodded my head in agreement, not trusting myself to answer aloud. We rounded the bend and my eyes widened as I saw the couple sitting at the table, waving us over. Oh, my God! His parents! My eyes flew to his as he waved a jaunty salute to them and strolled us over to them. Hellos and hugs awaited us and the vibrator roared to life within me yet again, causing me to find my seat rather quickly. I sat down, feeling it push within me and shot a pleading look to Master, which had no effect on the vibrator. I heard the talk swirling around me in a floaty cloud. Mercifully, just as I was about to scream with frustration, the vibrator turned off, leaving me shaking in denied need. We ordered a light supper of soup and salads. Well, I guess I should say Master ordered for me, I was in such a state, I didn't trust myself to try and eat anything with pasta sauce dripping from it. I listened as the meal progressed, responding when I was asked a direct question, rewarded by the buzz of the vibrator within me. By the end of the meal, my hands were shaking so badly I folded them in my lap, unwilling to make the mistake of trying to reach for a glass and wind up spilling it all over. Finally, the meal drew to a close and we wandered out to the parking lot and said our good-byes. I gasped as I felt the vibrator roar to life yet again as we moved to our car, holding onto his arm for support. He drew me close within the protective circle of his arm and whispered softly to me, "I'm very proud of you, my little slut... you did very well." I smiled my thanks up at him as he opened my door for me and helped me in. We drove home in relative silence, the buzzing within me faintly discernable to the ear. As he turned into the driveway he reached over and pressed firmly on my belt, just above my clit. My moan shattered the silence, a plea escaping my lips, "Please, Master!" He merely smiled and told me to go inside and up to the bedroom. I was to undress and wait, nothing more. I quickly made my way upstairs, frantically tearing at my clothing until I stood in his bedroom wearing nothing but the chastity belt. My hands fluttered over it, wishing desperately I could touch my clit... just once. Oh, god, I was so close... please... He moved in front of me and kissed me gently. I felt his hands moving to my nipples to squeeze them, gently at first and then harder, hurting, pulling. I moaned into his mouth, wanting more, needing more. His whispered, "Close your eyes, love." penetrated my conscience. I obeyed at once, relishing the control of my Master. Our newest acquisition to our toy collection slid over my face, covering me from cheekbone to forehead in foam lined leather. The attached ball gag slid past my willing lips and lodged firmly behind my teeth. I moaned behind it as I felt him sliding small plugs into my ears. I was shrouded in darkness, enveloped in silence. My breathing sounding harsh within my ears. I shrieked behind the gag as I was roughly bent forward, my hands going out automatically. My head came to rest on the edge of the bed, my hands balancing me on the floor. I felt his hand firmly grasp my shoulder and let go, silently ordering me to stay in this position. The vibrator was turned off and I felt the belt being removed. I sighed, wishing for the vibrator to drive into me yet again. I felt his hands on my ankles, looping my cuffs around them and attaching them to a spreader bar. My legs were forced impossibly wide, my forehead being driven deeper into the mattress on the bed. He slid his hands up my legs, drawing a lazy finger through my dampness. I moaned and squirmed, trying to get closer to that finger. He slapped his hand down on my moving ass, another silent order to stay still. I felt a cloth being drawn over my cunt, removing the wetness generated by his presence and the vibrator. My mind registered this with considerable confusion. What in the world is he doing???? my mind fairly screamed at me. Sometimes, ignorance can be bliss... enlightenment is a whole world in it's own. My eyes flew open, as though I could somehow prevent this as it dawned on me what he was doing. I felt him smoothing tape across my cuntlips, spreading them securely apart, holding them wide open when he finally released them. I moaned and whimpered behind my gag, thinking of what a wonderful sadist I have found in this man, wondering what the hell he was going to do next. I soon found out as I felt the plug sliding against my tight ass. He worked it in slowly, fucking me with maddening strokes. I moaned loudly against the gag, feeling his other hand snake around to my clit. Ah, God, please!!!!! I whimpered loudly against the gag, protesting the agony of the ecstasy he was inflicting upon me. He took his time playing with me. I could feel my own wetness trickling across the tape on my thighs, holding me wide for his pleasure. Ah, god, this is unbearable... please!! my mind screamed, close to sobbing in frustration. Just as I was about to break, to cum without his permission, he stopped, sensing I was close, and seated the plug deeply within me. I felt tears of frustration trickle from tightly closed eyelids, not quite sure of whether I was more happy he had stopped or more frustrated that he hadn't continued. I felt his fingers again on my nipples and squeaked as he pulled and tugged at them fervently. The white-hot sear of pain shot through me as he tightly squeezed my nipple with tweezer clamps. I had barely recovered from the first when the second bolt shot through me, making my knees threaten to buckle beneath me. His hand on the small of my back steadied me, and as I composed myself, I felt the cold steel surround my clit. I screamed as it closed around my swollen, abused clit. I felt his hands sliding over me, soothing my tortured body as I writhed in tormented bliss. The chains tightened as a small weight was hung from them and given a swing. My moans and cries became louder behind the gag as the smallest of movements from my body sent my nipples and clit screaming in pained pleasure. I felt him move behind me and slowly, oh, god, so slowly enter me, filling me with his heat. My body shuddered in completion as he fucked me, slowly at first, allowing the weight to swing gently in the wind as I felt my cunt shuddering around him. His balls gently stroked my captured clit as he thrust fully into me and I moaned and shuddered, thrusting back against him, feeling the weight tugging at me. He grabbed my hips, pulling me forcibly back to meet his thrusts, harder now, assaulting my body and taking my mind from me until I was nothing but his fuck toy, wanting only to please him. I moved against his body as best I could, thrusting back against him and feeling my own orgasm build to a throbbing peak from his balls slapping my clit roughly and then feeling the pull of the weight...slap, tug, slap, tug... oh, god, please, please, please!!! I felt him slamming into me fully, my cries garbled behind the gag, desperate for release. I felt him remove one of the plugs from my ear, whispering of more torments he would inflict upon my body, his body, his slut. My pained cries answered his whispers.. please, yes, Master, use me, abuse me, make me yours! His loud command permeated the mist, "CUM!" My mind and body exploded into white-hot points of pain as the clamps were yanked from my body, his hand moving to squeeze my nipple and massage my clit as I continued to cum around him, for him, because of him. His roar of release mingling with my own cries of passion as I collapsed, shuddering, onto the bed. He gently released my ankles, removing the blindfold and gag. My eyelids fluttered closed as he gathered the pieces tenderly into his arms. I sighed in the darkness. I belong. To my Master. Taken The afternoon had been quiet after she arrived at the hotel. Her bags had been delivered to her room and then, after unpacking, she had decided to go down and look around the hotel. As she looked around the lobby, she noticed the sign that advertised the hotel bar..."The Hot Spot". Since she had absolutely nothing to do the rest of the day and evening, she thought..."why not?" As she entered the room, soft music was playing...there weren’t many customers at this time, so she pretty much had her pick of where to sit. There was a corner booth that caught her eye right away, so she started towards it. Her red hair blowing softly under the ceiling fans, as she wiggled her cute ass on over to the booth. The waitress took her order quickly...a rum and coke...then she watched through her blue eyes as a few wandered in and out...sipping her drink, she thought of the meeting tomorrow. A very big day in her corporate life she thought. Her chance to really advance in the company she had worked so very hard for the past eight years. Then...as she panned the room...He was there... He stood in the doorway, a tall figure of a man...dressed very nice in a pair of black slacks, a white shirt, and a black vest...his hair was short, though she could barely make anything else out as the light shinning from behind him cast more of a shadow than anything. As He began to walk into the room, she felt her heart pounding...“what is going on Laura?” she asked herself...but it was apparent that the sight of this Man, had definitely stirred her from deep within...but she was already attached...spoken for...collared for Christ’s sake...why does it matter who this guy is? Watching him take a seat at the bar...she could hear Him order...a double tequila...His voice, very southern...but so sexy she thought...as He sipped the golden drink...His eyes wandered over to her booth...a slight grin, which she saw as mischievous, pierced across His lips as His eyes met hers for the first time. He and turned towards her...walking so confidently as He approached her...her throat became dry, her heart now thumping so wildly in her chest...and her palms sweating from anticipation of what He would want of her. As He stood so close to her booth now...He spoke only three words..."Come with Me"...His hand motioning to her...she tried to speak, but nothing came out...her instinct was to stay put...but deep down she wanted to go with Him...she was so intrigued by the mystery of who this Man was. She slipped from the booth seat, His hand took hers...helping her to her feet...as He began to walk, she followed...why?...she wasn't sure...she just followed Him. They walked into the elevator...her body now right next to Him...she could smell the scent of His cologne...she could sense the strength of His very soul as They waited for the doors to open...then, she followed Him...He opened the door to His room...with a hand placed softly into her back...she stepped inside...He took her purse...placing it on the table...then...He slipped the jacket to her dress off over her shoulders...her eyes trying not to blink...but to just watch Him...His hands brushed over her arms as He slid the fabric down over them...then tossing it over the back of the chair...He moved to face her...as she stood, her gaze down...He raised her face up to Him...her blue eyes filled with lust and passion...His filled with desire to have her... her submissive nature now in full control of the moment...she was His for the taking as He pulled her to Him...His lips capturing hers for the first time...she melted into His kisses...her body so hot and on fire for His touch...she feels His hands sliding down her length...then as His fingers begin to pull up her dress...she moans softly into His lips...the coolness of the air drifting over her soft skin as it is freed from the white fabric...as she helps Him slip the dress off...she stands before Him, only in a white satin teddy...her breasts pushing up over the cups that hold them...she just wishes He would speak to her...no sooner did that thought race through her mind...His voice breaks the silence... "little one...finish removing the clothing that binds your body so...I want to see what is inside the package..." she quickly removes the teddy...tossing it onto the chair with the other things...she is naked before this man that she just met...His power over her so strong...He takes her shoulders and moves her to the bed...moving behind her...he places her hands on the bed and spreads her legs slightly...her body bent, her sexy ass hiked up for His pleasure...she can feel her juices as they begin to wet her thighs...she can hear Him behind her...undressing she thinks...then His voice again breaks her thoughts... "do you wish to serve Me little one?"...her only reply..."yes Sir, please allow this one to do as you desire."...no sooner are the words out of her mouth, that she thinks...my god what am I doing...what about...her thoughts this time are broken by a quick, but firm swat of His hand across her asscheeks...she moans out as she is surprised by His actions. you will stay focused now little one..."yes Sir."...she whispers... As He moves close behind her...she can feel the heat from his body so close to her flesh...His hands moving to her hips...gently letting them move softly over the curves...then down along her legs...then back up...pulling her ass back against Him...the tip of His cock pressing into the soft folds of her pussy lips...the wettness of her desires causing her slit to be so slick...she can feel Him guiding the head of His hard probing member so that it spreads back her lips...then sliding it along her slit so slowly...god she needs Him inside her now, she thinks... as He backs away, His hand is between her thighs...she feels a finger pushing inside her...her moans can't be supressed now...she cries out as He drives His finger in deep...she can feel the explosion of pleasure building quickly..."please Sir, may I cum for You?" His finger moves faster...harder...in and out...the sound of her juices squishing as He pulls it from her, then as He pushes it back in...so fast...she screams out..."YESSSSSSSSSSSSS"...her body shaking as her hot walls squeeze tight around His finger...she is given no more than a few seconds to catch her breath...her body is taken into His arms...and laid down on the bed...her body still feeling the effects of her orgasm, as He moves between her legs...her pussy now opened and dripping with her juices...He pushes His cock to her wanting hole...thrusting it in quickly...her breath taken by the feel of its size... His body positions in comfortably...her legs pulled back and spread so wide for Him...allowing Him to take her...His cock moving so piston like...working in deep...then out again...His own breath becoming shorter and deeper...His shaft so hard...she can feel the veins as they throb against her walls...her hips moving up to meet His every thrust...He sits up and back on His knees...His hands pulling at her hips...pulling her to His cock...feeling like a stake is being driven into her now...but there is no pain...just shear ecstasy as their bodies become one... The explosion of His cum crashed against the back of her cunt...she squeezes His length...wanting to milk this man of every drop...her own release follows as His begins...Their bodies wasted with passion and pleasure as finally the moment passes...out of breath...His body collapses beside hers... as the night grows late...she feels His hands again...she can do nothing but follow His desires... Taken She was sitting at the computer her back to the door when he came home. He opened the door and seen her back to him. She looked so beautiful to him. He could see she had on her red silk blouse. He loved that shirt but hated when she wore it to work. Her perky nipples always seemed to stay erect when she had it on. He hated that other men looked at her that way. He noticed that she also had on her long black skirt as well. He was becoming just a little upset that she would wear these two pieces together to work. The black skirt had slices up both sides, going up until about mid-thigh. She was so deep in work that she didn't notice he was home yet. He decided to teach her a little lesson about wearing this outfit. He quietly snuck through the door, carefully closing it behind him. He then slowly made his way down the hall to the toy room where they kept most of their sexual toys. She was wild when it came to sex and always complained he was so boring and old-fashioned. Well tonight, he thought he would teach her how boring he was. He cautiously opened the door to the room, trying not to disturb her. He snuck inside and began to gather up his choice of toys for the evening. He moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Once inside the drawer, he pulled out the leather ankle cuffs and silver handcuffs. He also pulled out the duct tape and blindfold. His cock now throbbing at the thought of what was to come. He closed that drawer and opened the next. Inside he pulls out the ky-liquid just in case he decided he was taking her ass tonight. He also grabbed the new toy he had just gotten. He had bought this little voice changer for times just like this. He also grabbed her dagger. She loved this little knife. It was small but still very useful with its double blade. Once he gathered his tools he would use, he quietly closed the drawer and walked out of the room, pulling it closed behind him. He quietly made his way back down the hallway Good, he thought as he seen her still sitting at the computer. Slowly, he begins to creep up behind her. Seeing her sitting there, knowing she could soon be helpless was driving him insane. Her hair all pulled back in a ponytail made him think of the possibilities. She was always complaining about how she hated it. He actually loved her hair but was thinking maybe he could cut it off. It would grow back eventually he thought. He quickly got back to the task at hand and turned on the little voice box. He quickly came up behind her and immediately covered her eyes with the blindfold. She moaned softly and then tensed as he tightened the grip on her hair. "Joe, baby, is that you?" She asked quickly. He gave no reply as he felt her begin to tremble. "Joe stop baby, you're scaring me," she said shakily. With still no answer fear and panic hither as she feels her hands being cuffed to the arms of the chair. He quickly kneels down and begins to cuff her ankles. She tries to fight it and pull away but he's much stronger than she is and her ankle gets cuffed to the leg of the chair. He quickly grabs the other ankle before she starts kicking at him. As she sits there now blindfolded and immobilized completely, he begins to push her skirt up. She begins to whimper and then scream in pure panic as she feels his hand on the inside of her thigh. With the little voice box, he begins to speak to her. "Shut the fuck up you little bitch." He orders. "If you scream again I will slice your fucking throat, do you understand me?" He barks at her. She feels the knife on her throat, the blade pressed on her skin. He slides the knife from her neck down over her breasts. He begins using the knife and starts popping the buttons slowly off her shirt. Let her try to wear this shirt again, he thought coyly to himself. He grabs her by the hair and with the help of the little box, he devilishly tells her, "God I'm gonna love to fuck that little pussy of yours," As he slides the knife back up to her throat so she can feel how serious he was. He slowly lets go of her hair but tells her not to scream again or he will fucking kill her. Her body in absolute terror now, as she feels the cold air on her stomach as her blouse falls open. He begins to pop open her bra, thankful she liked the front hooked ones. He skillfully pops it open with two fingers, as her voluptuous tits fall out of the cups. He moves his head down and begins sucking on her now hard nipples. She whimpers and sobs as she feels his mouth on her body. He bites them hard...hearing her scream in pain. She begs and pleads for him to stop with no end in sight. He stops biting and gets up. He leaves her sitting there and goes back down the hall, leaving her wondering what's next. He quickly goes to the toy room and gets out the vibrator. It's length of maybe 6 inches and about an inch thick. He heads back to were she's at laughing to himself at the fun he's going to have. She hears him standing in the room. She can't figure exactly were at yet. He begins to strip his clothes off. First his shirt and then undoing his jeans. He begins to rub his already hard cock through his underwear, feeling the moisture starting already. He slides off his underwear and begins stroking his manhood softly at first, watching her struggle to get free. He moves over to her and rubs his cock on her face. She tries to turn away but he grabs her hair and holds her there. "Suck it you slut", he orders. She begins to whimper and protest but he quickly runs the knife blade along her throat, giving her a reminder of its presence. She opens her mouth slowly and he starts to shove it in. He jams it in the back of her throat, gagging her. She begins sucking his cock slowly, not really wanting to but has no other choice. "Is this how you suck your husband?" He asks. "I don't think it is and you better make me think you love my cock or I will slice your fucking throat now." He barks at her. She begins sucking him harder and deeper, feeling him push his hips to slam it in deeper. She begins running her tongue up and down his shaft as she sucks him harder. His cock is now pounding the back of her throat as she flicks her tongue down to lick at his balls. She is getting so aroused by this and starts sucking faster and harder as he continues to pound her mouth. He sees she's starting to enjoy this a little too much and starts to get upset just a little. How can she enjoy sucking a strangers cock, he thinks. He decides enough of this and pulls his hard throbbing cock out of her mouth. He kneels down in front of her and looks at her glistening pussy. He begins to slide one finger inside her tight little pussy. She moans as he pushes all the way in and wiggles it around just a bit. He can feel her muscles trying to grip him as he pulls back out of her. "Suck it clean you little slut", he orders. She eagerly sucks her own juices off his finger, needing to feel more. He decides this is the time to go for that tight hot little virgin ass of hers. He quickly pulls his finger from her mouth and moves over to the toys. He grabs the vibrator and the lube. He begins lubing up the vibrator so that it will slide in a little easier. He quietly moves back in front of her and slams the vibe in her pussy. She lets out a scream as it goes in. She tries to move her hips to feel it fuck her better. But he quickly pulls it out and pushes it against her ass. She screams and begs for him to stop but he just keeps pushing. He feels it slide through her sphincter and her ass open up to him. She begins moaning as he pushes more in. He slides it all the way in and turns the vibe on high. She starts screaming and moaning as he pulls it back out. He quickly shoves it back in feeling his balls ache thinking how good it would feel to be in that tight ass. She grinds her hips trying to feel it deeper just as he begins to fuck her fast and hard with it. He feels his cock begin to swell as her pussy leaks juice out. He knows she's so close to an orgasm and decides to make her suffer just a bit. He pulls the vibe out of her ass and grabs the lube. He lubes up his cock as she moans and begs for more. "Oh you like that huh you little fucking slut?" "You want more don't you whore" he devilishly asks. "Well you're gonna get more, you're gonna get my fucking dick deep inside that ass" he laughs. She whimpers and pleads with him not to but he quickly moves over her and begins to slide his hard shaft inside. He feels the head push past her muscles and watches as her hole opens up to take him. He continues to push his cock in deeper as she begins to moan and scream in pleasure. Now as he is all the way in he begins fucking her ass hard and fast. Feeling her muscles pull him back in with each thrust. He continues to pound her tight little ass when he feels her body begin to shake. Her muscles grip him as she explodes into a deep orgasm. Her pussy just pouring juice out of it onto his cock. He moans loudly at this sight and fucks her even harder. His balls bashing into her ass cheeks. His balls quickly tighten and he releases his cum deep inside her ass. Feeling him cum in her ass she begins to cum again. Squirting her sweet pussy juice all over his cock and down over his balls. He pants and struggles to get up. After he is standing she sits there quivering and trembling. He decides to reveal himself to her as he is now very exhausted and hungry from playing. He reaches over and begins to untie her ankles. Knowing she doesn't have the strength left to fight him. He uses the voice box once more and asks her, "do you want to see the cock that just fucked your tight ass?" She can only shake her head yes as he begins to pull the blindfold off. It takes her a second to adjust to the light but when she looks up and sees the man in front of her she gasps. "JOE oh my god! I'm gonna kill you baby" she screams laughingly. He moves over and kisses her lips, parting them with his tongue. As he pulls back he just smiles. "Am I boring now baby?" He laughs. "By the way, what's for dinner?" Taken Tonight I've made preparations for a romantically quiet evening for us. A good movie and a nice meal with the phone turned off. I've selected a mild bottle of wine that will go great with the broiled shrimp and Mediterranean chicken dish that I've prepared. As you sit on the couch randomly flipping through channels while you wait for dinner I lean overtop of the couch and kiss you gently on the side of your neck. "Dinner is served!" I say in a low whisper as I take in your natural smell. I think to myself that no perfume could compare to that. No matter what you seem to be doing you smell great! I can't help but get a little aroused at the thought of smelling you all over. We go over to the dining rooms table that is set with two tall candles and I've laid out the wineglasses with the napkins rolled into them. I've tried to make it as restaurant like as possible. As I pull out your chair so you can be seated I steal another quick whiff of you and let go a little moan. You giggle asking what that was all about but I wave you off and head to the kitchen for the salad. Light salads with some chopped tomatoes, fresh lettuce, assorted cheeses and purple cabbage. I've gotten my friend to make his famous apple bacon ranch dressing for me! I love it and I'm sure that you also will. As I bring the salads back to the table you are standing up and looking at me with these delicious eyes. "Sit down I got it covered baby!" I say to you. "I need some help myself!" you say with a giggle. I put the salads down and moved to you "Are you o.k? What can I do for you?" My concern is genuine till you put your arms around my neck and press your beautiful lips to mine. "O.k." and you sit back down. I laugh and roll my eyes! We dig into the salads in front of us; there's bread to go along with them. Some cheese buns that I made this morning while I took the day off. We don't talk much during the salads. As you finish I pick up your plate and take it into the kitchen. The chicken is almost done and I start the prawns. It takes about five minutes and then I'm back with some very nice plates. "Did you miss me?" I ask you jokingly. "What do you think?" your response causes me to look over at you and I notice you have your breast in your hand. You're slowly working on your nipple through your shirt. I move to you and put my hand over yours. I can hear your breath as you have aroused yourself through a mental fantasy. "This can wait till after dinner," I say quietly. As I move your hand off of your breast I squeeze your nipple softly and kiss you right on the curve of the back of your chin. You don't argue because dinner looks fantastic. As we eat we laugh about how we met and how long it took us to actually get together. All I can think of is that if we didn't get together I might never meet anyone as special as you. We exchange heated glances over the candles and I feel your foot caress my shin as you attempt a game of footsies. (Ever played footsies and got really really turned on) Your foot is smooth as your try to move it up the leg of my pants. Just the contact on my leg is enough to bring me to attention and I pull back my chair as I finish the last few bites of my food. You have yet to eat much "Are you eating tonight?" I ask with a little attitude in my voice. "I have something else on my mind right now Brian! " your reply with an evil grin. You begin to stand up and every muscle in your body is speaking sex to me. But I know how to handle you. "Sit down please! You have to finish your dinner" I make the statement jokingly as I push you back down into your seat. Your frustration is building and I pull a chair up right behind yours and sit down with my legs spread wide so I can get close to the back of yours. I take your fork in my hand and ask you to leave your hands on the table. "Don't move them!" I whisper softly right beside your ear. You go to move them and I press on the back of one with your fork. "Ow" "Don't move them!" I say smiling with gentle persuasion in my voice. You submit and let me begin to cut your chicken into little pieces so I can feed you. I take a piece of chicken and some shrimp on the end of the fork and bring it to your lips. You open them and without you moving your hands I begin to feed you. I bring your wineglass to your lips and let you have a sip of it. "Is that good?" I say as my nose brushes the space just behind your ear. I watch your hands curl inward and know the answer. While I continue to feed you I do little things like pass my hand over the back of your neck to move your hair and pull your hair back behind your ear so it doesn't hang in the way of your food. I can feel the tension in your body. I can see the goosebumps on your arms. As we finish the dish I place a hot kiss on your cheek just on the outside of your lips as I clear your plate and head to the kitchen. As you wait for me I imagine that you are fantasizing about all the things we know we like to do to each other. I prepare a little sherbet desert as I run the water hot for the dishes afterwards. "What are you doing?" I hear you call out from the table. "Be right there!" I let you know. I arrive back in the dining area with two small bowls of sherbet. Your hands are still at the table and you look at me as if to boast your willpower. I know different and move my hand down between your legs tight against your hot humid crotch. "Nice try but no cigar baby! I know you've been rubbing your pussy while I was working in the kitchen!" You don't answer just smile at me. I smile at you in the sexiest way possible. You open your mouth as if to say "Feed me". I sit back down in the same chair and proceed to feed you a small spoon full of sherbet. "Does that taste good?" "Yes" I move my free hand to your hip and watch you straighten your back up pushing your breasts out. "Does that feel good?" I ask conentrating on how gorgeous your chest is under your blouse. "Not yet" you answer smiling away. I bring the next spoonful up to your gorgeous lips and at the same time I move my hand to the inside of your thigh. As another spoon full of the sherbet goes to your lips you move your legs apart slightly and lean into the table as if to press my hand to you. "no no no!" I whisper very quietly in your ear as my lips brush your ear lobe. I put down the spoon take both hands and press your legs back together. As the next spoonful is being scooped up I run my tongue lightly up the side of your neck stopping just before the bottom of your ear. When I go to deposit it in your soft mouth I purposely miss and get a little sherbet on the edge of your lip. "Allow me!" I say as you leave your hands on the table. My kiss is soft and warm and it starts on your cheek just above the cool sherbet. You feel my tongue move slowly from my mouth as I gently lick the spot. The mixture of cold and hot sends a tingle across your body. Then I hold my tongue out in front of you and wait as you open your mouth and slowly take my tongue in yours. You mouth is hot even though you've been eating cold food. I get an erection right away as you hold my tongue in your mouth with gentle sucking action. Our eyes never leave each other's and I finally brake away and pull my tongue back. Then I plant a hot smooth kiss right on your lips and our mouths open on contact and our tongues taste each other. I can't help but to move around so we are facing each other. I pull you on top of me on the chair and pull you in tight as our kissing becomes hungry and hot. My hands are running through your hair as you press yourself onto my growing erection. Then at the moment where there is no return I stand you up and manage to get up before my primal urges take over and I can't control them. You are steaming mad from the constant frustration that I've laid on you so far tonight. All I can do is smile knowing how hot it really makes you. I love to make you crave me, my hot body pressing against your breast, your hand on my ass, my lips caressing you all over. So I collect the dishes and take them into the kitchen. "SHIT!" I curse. The sink has over flowed and the counter and floor are soaked! You come into the kitchen and start laughing as I grab towels and paper towels alike to try and contain the mess. You take a seat in on the kitchen stool and smile to yourself as you watch me try to mop up super hot water. "Here use these!" you laugh and say as you hand me some rubber gloves. I glare at you as I snatch the gloves from your hand. "Oh yah it's real funny eh!" You can tell I'm just frustrated at the moment and respond, "No not really but you sure do get cute when you're mad!" and flash me a wink. I shake my head in disbelief of your own cuteness! After five minutes or so I've managed to get all the water contained and soaked up. I throw the dishes into the sink and start to scrub them up. Little do I know you've left the room. "So did you like dinner?" I ask, all mad, over my shoulder…….No response. I turn around and you're gone. I keep washing the dishes. The steam has fogged my glasses over and the heat is making me sweat a little. "You almost done?" you say as I hear you come back into the kitchen. I turn around with my glasses all fogged over, I still can't see you just blurry images. "I can't see you but yes I am almost done!" I say blindly. "O.K." you say quietly. Then about one tenth of a second later... "What about now?" you giggle. I know what your doing and I don't turn around to give you the satisfaction of a response. "Ummmm, Brian!" you wait for a response. None! "You may want to take a look at this!" you say with urgency in your voice. Slowly I turn around thinking that you are fooling around with my mind still. My glasses are still fogged up just not so much and as I turn I see you standing there perfectly still with your hands on the counter and your back facing me. You're fully naked except for a pair of low cut black, thong bikini bottoms that have small silver jewels in the shape of a butterfly by your tail bone. ***We take this small break to recompose Brian's brain after visualizing that last part*** I say nothing and after a moment of silence when my glass clear up you are just about to turn around. "Shhhhhhhhh!" I say quietly, "stay right there baby!" You feel me close to you but with your hands on the counter you can still see nothing. I can't resist you, I come closer and place my nose just above your shoulder and smell you and your hair. "You are absolutely outstanding!" my breath is heavy and you can tell I'm very very turned on. I run my nose across your shoulder blades down your arm following the gentle scent of your body. Your breathing has quickened and I can see gentle swaying in your hips. My lips trace a path all the way down the back of your legs with gentle licks and kisses. I stop to chew lightly on the back of your knees and on the small curve of your buttocks through your panties. Then I follow the indent of your backbone all the way back up to your neck and envelope the back of it with my hot mouth. You lean your head forward while arching yourself to show that you like what I am doing. As my carresive biting continues across your shoulders I can see the goosebumps rising all over your body. Your letting go small husky moans and whimpers. Just as I run my tongue smoothly up the soft skin of your neck I bring a hand around to pull your hips back into me. The texture of the latex glove takes you by surprise and you look down to see the yellow rubber glove on your hip. You cease to notice as my mouth takes your earlobe in and rolls in gently from side to side. You feel my breathing in your ear, I've matched your breathing rhythm and my hand is firm on your hip. "Touch me Brian!" You moan as our bodies rub against each other! I bring a gloved hand up to your neck and pull your head back so our mouths can meet each other. As our tongues explore every inch of each other my other hand moves to you're breast. I cup your breast in my gloved hand! The texture on the palm of the glove is cause serious sensations in your body. My gloved hand takes your breast fully in it and squeezes it gently. As your one breast is being manipulated by one hand the other that was on your neck has joined it! Together they are holding both breasts firmly as they squeeze them into each other and teasingly play with your nipples. I remove my mouth from yours and turn you around. You lean back against the counter and I press myself into you as our mouths lock again. This time I can feel the heat of your pussy right through my pants. Your hand moves to my tight erection that's threatening to bust the seams of my pants. You stroke its full length while I continue to pleasure your breasts and mouth. With a quick move you've unbuttoned them and undone my boxer button. With a hunger burning in me my kissing becomes aggressive and wild. All I can think about is how hot you are! How turned on I am! You respond to my hunger by gripping my shaft and pulling it slowly out of my pants as they fall to the ground around my ankles. Your hands are so soft, and they know me so well. You cup my testicles and I press my hot cock against your belly. Your nipples are stiff as my hands roll them in between rubber fingers. The gloves are not smooth and slippery so they grip a little adding extra pleasure around your areolas. I push you back against the counter so you're back arches and your hair hangs down. My mouth follows the unseen trail down your neck taking the time to lick and suck every inch of it. Down your chest by you left shoulder and as I continue down my left-hand drops and takes your cute butt cheek in it. Your stroking me as my mouth finds your erect nipple. I love the feeling of it in my mouth! It's so warm and not to stiff…..yet. My right hand is still playing with your right nipple as I move over and begin to suck on that one. With the saliva on it the rubber glove takes on a totally different sensation. It begins to take you to a new level of nipple awareness. Your gripping onto my shoulders now as I move down even further kissing your solar plexus and heading down to your belly. My right hand has moved to your butt and it is firmly held in my hands now. Just as I begin to kiss your underwear line my hands are moving further and further in on the back of your legs. I know that I'm pressing right against your pussy and can feel the heat but the gloves keep the sensation to heat only. My mouth works it's way down the inside of your hips and presses on the warm flesh. You start to run your fingers through my hair as my tongue begins to lick up the inside of your thighs stopping just below your outrageously hot pussy. I can smell your passion and can't resist putting my face right against it as I inhale deeply. I bite you a few times through your panties. My hands are working further and further up against you as I nibble, bite and lick at your covered pussy. "uhhhhhhhh" you moan in frustration, "Lick it! Lick it Brian!" I let you call out orders that I don't follow for a few moments as I continue to bring you to a state of frustration you have yet to go to. Then just as you're about to give up and get aggressive on me I grab the small strap on the side of your bottoms with both hands and pull it apart. The fabric digs into your hip a little as the rubber gloves pull the fabric apart with a snap. You let go a stifled groan as my tongue traces a path straight to your wet slit. Your clit is already hard as my mouth wraps around it enveloping it in warmth and even more moisture. As my mouth caresses your wetness my fingers pull the other strap apart and your panties fall to the ground between your legs. My gloved finger moves from your backside around and with a touch of saliva it slides right into you without resistance. I can feel you heat and I'm hoping you are turned on by the sensation of the textured rubber. I continue to gently caress and lick your clit and labia while my hand picks up a steady rhythm in and out of your pussy. I can see the moisture building on the glove as it gets shiny down past the knuckle. I move my other hand down and slip its index finger into you as well. You are leaning back on the counter bucking your hips softly while you let me please you. As I look up I can see your perky nipples heaving and I tell you to squeeze one of them for me. As you do I remove a slick finger from your pussy and rub it around the rim of your ass. I don't know if you like it or not but you don't argue only groan. I put two fingers from one hand inside you as deep as they can go searching for your g-spot while my slick finger passes over your ass with more and more pressure each time. The rhythm of my one hand is getting very quick as I can sense an orgasm coming on. It feels like it's mine I'm so turned on. My finger moves it's way gently into your ass and you freeze for a moment. I slow up my fingers that are fucking your pussy and let you adjust t the sensation. Then at the same time both hands start gently moving in and out. I'm biting at your inner thigh and attacking your clit in a viscous attempt to make you cry out in exctasy. Your hands are gripping my hair so hard it hurts but it just turns me on even more which turns you on more as well. I feel your pussy contract and not just a little one. One that feels as though my fingers could be trapped in there forever. I bite the muscle on the inside of your thigh and that set's you off into a long drawn out multiple orgasm. All the while my hands are moving in sync as well as my mouth. You shudder and nearly lose balance on the counter. I pull all my finger out of you stand up and hold you ver tight as you begin to shake. You're smiling but not very coherent. I take you over to a chair and place you so your knees are together and your resting on the back of it with your beautiful ass directed straight at me. You are in a little bit of a delirious state as you hear my pants hit the floor. The pleasure is indescribable as my cock enters your dripping pussy. The heat, the texture it is too much for words. I enter into you slowly as I remove the gloves so I can feel your every inch. As I push fully into you my hands reach around and take your soft breasts in my hands. Nothing could feel better right now I think until you reach between your legs and grip my balls tugging at them for me to increase the tempo. With every thrust you push back a little and pull on my balls for me to go harder. I thrust into you deeply with long hard strokes and grab your hips to pull you back onto me. Our pace becomes ferocious as I have one hand holding onto a handful of your hair while the other one pull your hips and embeds you onto my cock. Your hand has moved to you clit and together we sound as though we are in great pain with all of the noises we are making. You surprise me by moving from your clit and bringing your finger up holding in front of me. I suck every millimeter of your sweet juice and when you feel I've had enough you move it to your sweet rosebud ass and I watch as you insert it in till you reach the first knuckle. My hunger for you is unbearable and I grab onto your hair with both hands as I fuck you madly. Your finger is moving in and out of your ass I can see the juices spreading around you cheeks as I fuck you wildly. You finger is inserted deeply into your ass and I ask you if you can feel it on the walls of your pussy. You want to answer I know you do but all you can do is groan as my cock comes all the way out of you then splits your pussy lips and head straight back in. I can feel my balls pulling up against my body and I know that the time is near when I will need a breather. I tell you I'm going to cum and grip your hair tightly pulling you back on me over and over again. I can feel your pussy contract and I whisper that I won't come till you do. You try to shake your head but I have too tight of a grip on it. I twist your head to the side as my hips keep pumping your pussy. I love the way you look right now. Covered in glistening sweat your hair is a mess the scent of sex is all around us. I tell you how close I am to cumming and it sets you off. I feel your pussy flex once and then I feel your gorgeous ambrosia flow out over my thick cock. Well I can take no more. With three slow deliberate thrusts I begin to cum deep inside you pussy. I let out a huge moan as I feel a large amount of cum explode from my cock. I pull it out for the finale which is the last cum shot right on your ass. You move your finger around and rub the cum into your ass as I slide my cock back into you. Slowly I catch my breath as we enjoy the mutual orgasm sensation. I keep flexing my cock, sliding it around inside your cum filled pussy for as long as I can trying to stay inside you for the night. While we enjoy ourselves you take you finger from your ass as rub it around the rim. I brush your back lightly appreciating the fine curves in the small of your back. The way your shoulder blades push together when you flex your arms. You feel my cock soften and squeeze you stomach forcing it out. We laugh and collapse with you on top of me on a chair. As we caress and kiss each other I can feel your pussy dripping right on my dick. The thought of it is enough to make it twitch. I concentrate on that feeling and how much I want to be the best lover you've ever had. You embrace my mouth with full hungry lips and tell me "Oh my Brian! That was the most incredible experience ever!" I start to tell you the same but I feel my cock begin to come to attention again. I am amazed and have to touch him to make sure. You realize what I'm doing and reach between your legs. "Oh god Brian! Again?? Oh goody there was a spot I needed you to scratch!" And with a wink you pop off my knee and lay a chair cushion on the floor. With a lip licking motion you take my cock back into your mouth and begin to vigorously suck it. I'm stunned! My cock starts to grow and grow! You suck it with such intensity I'm sure that I could cum again in a few minutes. But instead you leave it covered in saliva and smile at me. Your mouth is glistening, your breasts are heaving hair's a mess and I love it. You climb on top and whisper that your pussy can't take anymore. When I am about to say that's ok I feel you guide my swollen head to your rosy little ass and slowly push down. Oh I am in heaven at this point. Two things have happened that I have yet to experience one is having a girl on top while having anal sex and the other is having a girl take charge and fuck me with her ass from on top. My long pink cock is feeling so full right now as you slowly start to fuck me. I sit back and rub your nipples and run my fingers through your hair. I tell you "Just fuck me for as long as I can go baby!" Taken You smile and twist my nipple ring as you take my whole cock into your ass. The pace you set is so rhythmic I can only smile and breathe. Your ass is so incredibly tight and the picture of you on top of me with you pussy showing fully I could cum just over looking at that. I move my hand down to play with your pussy but you move my hand away. With expert care you reach down and begin to lightly pat your clit. I am amazed at your skill. You're straddling me, balancing yourself on the back of the chair and spanking your pussy. Well I can tell that you won't last long at this as your pussy swells right up and I feel the accumulation of your sweet nectar on my lower belly. I help you by taking your hips and lift you up and down taking some strain off of your arms and legs. As I can feel you hunger increase I realize that this position isn't going to be enough to get you off again. I wrap my arms around you pick you up, cock still buried in your ass, and take you to the counter. It's the perfect height and I lay you back. The whole time your hand has never left your pussy and it's covered in ambrosia. From this position I can fuck you like I know you want it. I take my dick all the way out of your ass and then slide it slowly back in. I'm holding your legs up by my shoulders and my hands are pulling your hips back onto me. My thrusting is steady and deep and I can see that another orgasm is inevitable for you. I take time driving into your ass while I watch you pinch squeeze slap your pussy into orgasm. I love the way your ass contracts on my dick and my dick loves it too. As you near the end of your orgasm I see that your hands are just covered in pussy juices and I tell you I want to feel that before I cum again. You say nothing and just open your legs as wide as you can get them. I slide out of your tight ass and right into your juicy pussy. Well the heat is phenomenal. I feel my cock expand and then before I can clamp it off I'm cumming. Spasm after spasm my cock goes off in your pussy. It hurts I'm cumming so hard. Flex after flex I feel as though my balls have been pulled through my dick and then swallowed back in. I am covered in sweat and don't even make it to the chair to sit. My knees buckle and I find my self on the floor. In the morning I find you still on the counter sleeping soundly and although my neck is crooked and my shoulders sore from the floor I can't help but to smile as I head down to kiss your pussy...but that's another day. Taken Jennifer looked at the clock again, was the clock ticking backwards? It felt like days to go but it was just that she had been thinking about it for days. What would happen if she went for it? She had to go it was something she felt she had to do, but was non the less thinking twice about it for all those days. Now there were just hours left, she had to keep her mind busy. Think about the week ahead? The week past? No, all she could do was picture what her night would be like ... even if she didn't know what exactly was in store for her. What to wear was something she had thought about for days too. Not wanting to come off sleazy however wanting the attention, she settled on something pretty basic. Overdoing always seemed so fake and that just was not Jenn's style. She choose a red silk button up blouse, something she could probably wear to a meeting if one more button was buttoned up. Leaving it undone was the plan for tonight. Moving just the right way would expose the pretty red lace bra she had bought for this night. The soft lace covered her nipples and felt nice on them. A black skirt was on her mind too. Not too short , just above her knee, underneath the matching red lace panties. Sheer black nylons, thigh highs, would cling to her legs and black high heels. Her legs always looked nicer in high heels Jenn thought. Leaving the blouse unbuttoned would draw attention to her chest, her best feature she thought. With a natural D cup, her cleavage was very noticeable - nice soft skin - sensitive nipples that stood hard when excited were also noticeable. Her evening was sure to be exciting with never ending nerves it seemed. It was finally time to get ready for her night out. With everything laid out that she would need, she headed into the shower. That was one place she always spent a lot of time and care. Especially for a night such as this. Waist long blonde hair took time to wash and rinse ... the water felt nice running over her body. Jenn put in conditioner to make her hair nice and soft and full and while she waited for that she shaved her legs with care. Now time seemed to be flying by ... like she would never be ready in time. Grabbing the lotion and caressing it on her legs and arms, knowing full well this is how she would feel to him as he touched her later tonight. After towel drying her hair, she slipped into her robe and went to her bedroom. Jenn started to get dressed, lace panties and bra first, she decided that was enough for now until she got her hair and make-up done. Blow dry, brush, curl, spray and then make up, she was happy with how she actually got herself put together. Perfume was the next essential, something sexy and something she had bought special for this night also. She always thought it was silly when her friends would say when they went out they put it behind their knees ... for some reason tonight seemed like a good night for that though. So far so good, she looked good and smelled nice. Back to her room it was time to finish getting dressed. Nylons she had given some thought to and she decided sheer black thigh highs would look nice. Even out of her clothes, she would still have the contrast of black and red. Slowly rolling them up her legs her mind drifted. Shaking her head to snap herself out of it, telling herself she didn't have time for this, she just had to get ready. Nylons in place the skirt was next and the blouse last but not least. Taking a spin for the mirror one last time ... it was time to go. She had a long drive ahead of her. Jenn sat in her car in the parking lot trying to gather her thoughts and fears. She had never been so nervous in all her life. But wait she thought, why was she so nervous ... maybe there wasn't anything to be afraid of. Composure ... that was the word she needed right now. Nerves on edge she scared herself when she shut the car door. "Stop" she said to herself, actually saying it out loud. She thought to herself again, she had no idea what was ahead for her and until she knew there was nothing to be nervous about. Maybe things would turn out very different then she had been imagining for weeks. She secretly hoped they wouldn't be different. Pulling the door open slowly she saw the bar right away, it was across the room. Just as she got to it, a couple got up to leave, so she was able to get a barstool at the end of the bar. They looked very happy and Jenn wondered if they had come there together or if they had just met. As her mind drifted thinking about them, the bartender placed a glass of wine down in front of her. "I didn't order this," she said. The bartender replied, " no you didn't but that is what was ordered for you" with a smile. Jenn returned the smile and looked around to see who might have bought this for her. She didn't recognize anyone but wanted to thank them. Picking up the glass to take a sip she left a lipstick print on the rim of the glass. Out of nowhere someone was standing behind her, he whispered in her ear, "nice shade." When Jenn tried to turn around to see who it was he spoke up and told her not to, "No, you'll know soon enough" he whispered. Was this the man she was there to meet or was it just someone who had decided to buy her a drink ... before she was done thinking, he was gone ... as fast as he had appeared, he disappeared. Should she wait to see if he came back ... maybe it wasn't him. She didn't know much about the man she was to meet tonight, just that he was soft spoken and his name was Matthew. He told her on the phone that she would know who he was. They had only spoke for a minute to decide a time, they had been set up by a mutual friend. Jenn decided to wait a little longer just in case it had been Matthew. Listening to the music and sipping her wine, time seemed to pass slowly again. She had waited long enough ... taking the last sip of her wine the bartender showed up as if on cue. "Finally" he said with his gleaming smile, "you need to go to room 1348." Jenn looked puzzled, " What do you mean? I'm supposed to meet someone here tonight." He gives her a look and says," You already have, now you need to go to that room, first floor to the left." This was crazy, did she dare? "Maybe I need another glass of wine." Again with his smile, almost a smirk, he says, "no time for that, I saw how long the first one took you, now get going." She had already wasted 10 minutes and it seemed as though it was now or never time. She was crazy, she had to be. Quick stop in the ladies room to freshen up, in other words replace the lipstick she had left on her glass. Not too much had gotten messed up in the time since she had left the house. Standing by the elevator waiting for the doors to open her heart was racing. It was beating so loud that if she hadn't been looking at the doors she never would have heard them open. No time to panic there was only one floor to go. Stepping out onto the first floor and the doors closing it still wasn't too late. All she had to do was push the button to make the elevator come back and go back down. It was as if her arms were frozen but her feet started walking to the room she had been instructed to go to. Taking a couple of deep breaths she raised her hand to knock on the door. Jenn had a moment where she had to laugh to herself because just a few seconds before she didn't think she could push the elevator button but now she had no trouble knocking on this door ... one that she had no idea what would be waiting for her. Knocking on the door no one answered. The door was open just a crack which was kind of strange because normally hotel doors would lock you out in a heartbeat if you didn't have one of those plastic card keys. Jenn pushed the door open ... the room was dark, the light of one lone candle lit up the other side of the room and when the door closed that was the only light. "Hello?" nothing, no one answered and she couldn't see anyone. It looked like there was a chair near the candle so she made her way over to it. She would wait a few minutes there, she had waited this long what was another few minutes. When she got to the chair she could see a note on the table next to the candle. It read, " take this scarf and tie your hair back with it." That seemed harmless enough so she picked it up to tie her hair and as she did she felt hands touch her waist. Startled she dropped the scarf. "Shhhhhh it's ok." Whoever this man was he was awfully quiet sneaking up on her yet again. She could feel him bending to pick up the scarf but something inside her head told her not to move. With her back to him still, he pushes her hair out of the way and puts the scarf around her neck. Jenn is instantly scared, but he slides it around her neck to the back and ties her hair into it. She must have let out a sigh because again he says, " shhhhhh." He runs his hands down her body, not for any reason just for the sake of doing it and feeling her tremble. The room was still very quiet when he turns her slightly and walks her across the room to the wall. Still behind her he pushes her hard against the wall and tells her, "don't move." Jenn stands still. So many thoughts run through her mind that she has no idea of time anymore. She wanted to ask what he was doing but didn't think she should say anything and break the silence. Just then she feels his hands on her toes. Slowly he moves his hands touching every inch of her ... from her toes to her foot to her calf. As his hand moves to her thigh he teases her, running it up the front then around to the back and finally to the inside. Jenn is sure he can feel the heat from her pussy. He lifts her skirt and runs his hand quickly over her panties and feels just how wet she has become already. She has waited so long for him to touch her and now that he has she is soaking wet. "Taste me ... let me feel your fingers and then put them to your mouth" she finally gets the nerve to whisper. He doesn't do it though, he moves his hands to her ass instead. Running his hands down and between her legs he feels the insides of her thighs but doesn't touch her pussy this time. Jenn sighs again as he pulls her skirt back down. His hands moving up her back, taking the scarf as he moves his fingers through her hair. Before she knows it he is tying the scarf over her eyes. It was already so dark in the room that the scarf makes it impossible to see anything ... not even a shadow. Holding her arms firmly he turns her putting her back to the wall. The wall was still warm since she had been pressed against it for so long. He kisses her and her heart jumps a beat. He puts her arms down to her sides with an extra strong touch as much as to say keep them there. Running his tongue down her neck his hands are one step ahead unbuttoning her blouse. His warm tongue still sends chills through her. Sliding the red blouse off her shoulders she instinctively arches her back, pushing her chest towards him. He loves lace and feels her nipples pushing against the fabric. Rolling her nipple between his fingers he has to take one into his mouth ... slowly moving the lace just enough to expose her nipple, he takes it into his mouth flicking it with his tongue and biting it gently. Jenn moans out in pleasure, and with every touch she continues to get wetter. Her legs getting weak he moves her away from the wall and removes her skirt. "Step out of it" he tells her, almost as an order. Standing now in just her bra and panties, thigh highs and heels feeling very exposed but so excited. "Could we go to the bed?" Jenn asks in a soft voice not sure yet if she should be saying anything. His answer is "no" in almost a whisper. Then just as soft but in a stern voice he says, " on your knees." He sounded so serious so Jenn did as she was told. She heard a noise that sounded like his shoes hitting the floor and then the sound of his belt and zipper. She tilts her head up and back as if she is looking at him ... but she can't see a thing with the scarf. Maybe he will want to see her eyes as she pleases him ... maybe not. Jenn licks her lips, wetting them, anticipating his cock. He is already breathing hard, she can hear him. Returning the favor Jenn runs her hands up his leg to his balls, squeezing them gently. Wetting her lips again she says, "fuck my mouth" she surprises herself but that is truly what she wants and now. He pushes his hard cock into her mouth in short strokes. Then begins to pump it harder and deeper into her throat. She backs her head up and he stops ... her tongue runs up the underside of his shaft and when she reaches the tip there is enough precum to wet her lips again. Touching his asshole with the tip of her finger, feeling it as she sucks him more, slow making it last. He thrust his cock fast and hard into her mouth. All of the sudden he stops, Jenn waits still, waiting for him to force his cock between her lips again. Taking her by the hands he leads her, they walk a few steps and he backs her to the dresser. "Sit on the dresser" he says quietly, "with your legs crossed ... very lady like." Jenn does as she is told, she puts her hands to her side and crosses her legs. Again he runs his hands up her legs to her knees but now he forcibly pushes them apart. She wants to beg him to eat her, right now she wants nothing more than to feel his tongue on her smooth pussy. She has to ask, she can't wait any longer. "Please, I'm begging you, please let me feel your tongue on me." He likes that she wants him so bad that this time he pushes her panties to the side and runs his tongue from as far back as he can reach up to her clit. She cums as soon as she feels his teeth take her clit. Working his tongue feverishly on her clit she moans uncontrollably. She has waited so long to be taken like that. She has finally gotten her way, even if she had to beg. That is probably what he wanted all along. Just as she is about to soak his face he moves and kisses her thigh. She didn't want to wait she wanted to explode. When her breathing returned to normal he spread her pussy wide and fingered her with such force she wanted to scream, but it was all she could do to catch her breath again. Then running his tongue up her pussy, then up her stomach finally reaching her nipples. He sucks them hard. He takes her by the waist, stands her up, turns her around again. Pushing her head down so her ass is sticking out towards him he begins to fuck her wet, waiting pussy. Fast and hard, pulling her hips so her pussy meets his cock as hard and deep as he can. Reaching under her to finger her clit as he buries himself in her. Jenn tightens her muscles and tightly squeezes his cock as he tries to pull out and making it tight as he buries himself inside of her over and over. Suddenly she is pushed to the bed on her back. Before she can get her bearings, her legs rest on his shoulders. Once again he begins to fuck her. Jenn reaches for the blindfold but her hands are taken away from it. Fucking her harder and faster until he is about to cum she screams out ... just then he cums on her tits, her scream has made him cum. He takes her fingers and puts them on her tits, she rubs his hot cum all over her tits as he watches. "That looks nice" he says again whispering. Jenn takes her fingers and moves them to her mouth to taste him. "Mmmmm" he says and kisses her. Taking his hand he brushes her hair off her face and says, "I'll be right back, don't move." Jenn can hear the water running. A few minutes later she hears the door open and then his voice, "time to clean yourself up." The door shuts. Jenn nervously removes the blindfold. There is no one there she can see the light from the bathroom, it is enough light to light up the room. She looks around and finds all of her clothing, and walks to the bathroom. Starting the shower she thinks about what has just happened. It was amazing but why did he leave so suddenly. She takes a long, hot shower going over every detail. When she is finished she steps out and notices right away he has left her a message on the mirror ... "See you soon - M." Just as her mind starts to wonder the phone rings, who could possibly be calling. Jenn grabs a towel and answers the phone, "Hello?" she says cautiously "Jenn?" the caller says "Ummm yes, who is this?" "This is the bartender from downstairs, do you remember me?" "Of course I do, why are you calling here?" she asks not being able to come up with a reason for it on her own. "Jenn, there is a man sitting down here waiting for you!" he says, " he has been here for a little while and has just said he is waiting for a woman named Jennifer." "Oh my" Jenn replies worried all of the sudden, "could you ask if his name is Matthew, please." "Yes, it is" the bartender answers right away. "I'll be down soon, please ask him to wait." "I'm sure he'll wait for you Jenn, take your time." The bartender smiles at Matthew and Matthew smiles back and nods his head in agreement ... yes, he'll wait. Taken She was of medium height, perhaps 5'5 weighing maybe 120 pounds, her breasts were nice, well as far as I could tell under her t-shirt, and her ass was very firm. She had long blonde hair that curled at the end and green eyes. She was beautiful and sexy. I had started to watch her about a month ago. She had caught my eye one evening as I was sitting on my deck reading the paper. As she walked by she politely said hello, I nodded. I had wondered why she was walking alone through the some what deep woods I lived in, but I soon realized that she was walking for her health. Seeing her every evening became the highlight of my day. From inside my home I had taken many photos of this gorgeous blonde walking by. Seeing her tight ass move through those shorts made me hard every time. I started to be outside every day waiting for her to walk by so we could make small talk. Her name was Sandy and she lived about 3 miles up the road. She had moved here about two months ago and loved being in the outdoors. Not long after that she would stop and take a break while sitting on my deck with me. I would get her a glass of water and admire her sleek legs. One night after she had gone on her way I walked back inside and made a promise to myself, that I would have Sandy. But I would wait a few days till Friday. I prepared myself. She would probably refuse but I was ready for that. Thinking of fucking someone I barely new felt like a rush to me. Her screaming for me to stop, trying to push me off her, me holding her down with her small wrists. My 8 inch cock was pounding. I couldn't relax so I went upstairs to my bedroom. I put in a porn. I laid on my bed fully exposed, cock stiff. As I watched some guy tap some chicks ass I stroked my dick, wishing it was Sandy's hand. I gently squeezed my balls and tighten my grip on my cock. I felt myself going to cum so I focused back on to the movie. As the man came in the girls ass I too came. If felt so good to feel my hot cum surge out of me. I cleaned up and went to bed needing some rest before I finally take Sandy. Friday evening came somewhat slow but as always on the dot Sandy came walking by. She walked up my deck stairs and I handed her her glass of water. She said thanks and went on to talk about her sisters new baby. She looked incredible and my cock was half stiff when I got up and told her I wanted to show her my new entertainment system. As I walked her through the house she commented on how nice it was. Then I led her to my bedroom. She was first surprised at the size of the room but I soon surprised her with something else. As she made her way around the room gazing out the balcony window, I shut the door and locked it. She looked at me with almost a fear in her eyes and said she had better go and continue her walk. I told her no and as she started to run for the door I grabbed her and through her on the bed. She was screaming and pushing me. I could hold her hand above her head with one of my hands. With the other I ripped off her clothes. For a second I stared at her body... So perfect. I grabbed the rope next to the bed and tied her hands and feet to the bed rails. I told her to shut up or I would have to kill her. She was quiet until I took my clothes off. She pleaded with me not to rape her. But I had to, my cock was so stiff it needed a good fuck. I started by licking her sweet pussy. I teased her clit a little licking it, gently biting it. Then I moved my tongue across her lips and then into her cunt. She let out a small moan, I new she'd eventually enjoy this. Slowly fucking her with my tongue I soon started to taste her honey. She was so delicious. While licking her clit I fingered her hot cunt. Moving my fingers so slow, I could tell she was enjoying it because she ever so lightly moved her ass to the motion of my fingers. I wanted to fuck her with my cock so bad. But I wanted to wait and enjoy her body a little more. So I placed my self on top of her so that my dick was touching her pussy but not penetrating it. I pulled her head to one side and licked her neck, whispering in her ear that I was going to fuck her soon. She let out a half cry half moan and that only excited me more. I licked and sucked on her firm tits making her nipples hard. I loved flicking my tongue on her hard nipples. She was moaning again and my cock couldn't take it any more, it needed a good tight slick pussy wrapped around it. I wrapped my hand around my dick and slowly pushed it in Sandy. She screamed no and I pulled out. Pulled her head to one side again and told her to shut up that I was going to fuck her like crazy and there was nothing she could do about it. I wrapped my hand around my cock again but this time a shoved it in her and began to fuck her hard. Her tight pussy was like nothing I had ever felt. So creamy wet my dick slid in and out of her so easy. I was fucking her so hard putting it in her so deep and there wasn't a thing she could do. She lay there helpless as I forced my cock deeper and deeper in her. I was ramming it in her so fast. I could feel myself wanted to cum. I pull out and place my throbbing dick on Sandy's tits. I put them together around my cock and slowly let her tits fuck my huge cock. I looked over at the clock... 8pm. I had to get finished soon. So I gave her pussy a few more licks, savoring the sweet juices. Then I forced my dick back in her and once again fucked her hard and fast. The bed was thumping up against the wall as I pushed my cock deeper in her. Fast and harder I felt my balls tighten. I didn't want this to end but it had to. I thrust my dick in and out of her dripping cunt and then pulled out and came all over her pussy lips. She sighed a little, maybe thankful it was over. I took a shower and got dressed. Grabbed my suit case and untied Sandy. I told her if she told anyone her life would be very miserable. She nodded and ran out the door. I got in my car and headed off to the airport. Taken Even though we had planned it for weeks, I was still jumpy as I stood near the park entrance waiting for you. If I weren’t so nervous, I would have started jogging as we had planned. That certainly would have been more realistic. Instead, I stood there in my tight blue running shorts and sports halter, my hair pulled up casually in a pony tail, feeling as though I shown like a neon light in the dark. In truth, I didn’t look at all out of place. People run in that park every morning. However, I knew the truth behind my presence there that morning. I knew what my immediate future held. Just thinking about it sent a rush of warmth through my body, causing me to clinch my thighs together. As I brought my body back under control, I noticed you driving toward me in the van. The stark white of the exterior was a sharp contrast to the morning’s blue sky, and it made me think of those lame kidnap movies of the 1970’s. I began to jog toward you, as you pulled the van over to the curb. I paced myself to give you ample time to do what you needed. I saw you kill the engine and slam your hands against the steering wheel, as if the van itself had chosen to give out. I subdued a knowing grin as I saw you get out of the van, lift the hood, and walk around to the passenger side. My heart began to pound in anticipation, as you slid open the large side door and fiddled inside as if looking for some tool. I kept a steady pace, as I neared the van; you turned toward me, with a piece of cord in your hand. We nodded at each other, as strangers do, and I began to jog passed you. Just as my body had passed you, I saw your arms reach toward me. I saw you lunge your entire body at me; felt your enormous hands gripping me—one hand around my midriff and the other over my mouth. Panic gripped me and I bit your hand. You yelled out ‘bitch’ and pulled my waist tighter, stealing my breath. I began to kick but was quickly inside the van—face down on a thin mat, where you had just dropped me. I bolted into a semi-upright position in time to see you slam the door shut from the inside. As you turned to me, I saw a look in your face that I never expected. Any doubts you might have been having about this were gone. I was yours and you were going to do what you damn well wanted to with me. You moved toward me; I meekly recoiled back. Suddenly, you grabbed my right ankle and leered right through me. I began to scream, but you pushed your entire body against mine, suddenly robbing me of oxygen, killing my scream. As I lie there beneath you, I could feel your cock beginning to bulge in you pants—it pressed hard against my stomach. Unable to move or scream beneath you, I could only watch as you tied my wrists to some rigging half way up the van wall. Once you had my hands secure, while still holding me down bodily, you pulled a knife from a box just to your left. You reached behind me and cut through the back of my sports halter. You ripped it off of my body, exposing my breasts, and tied it around my head, gagging me, nearly choking me, and bringing more tears to my eyes. A grin spread across your face as you stared at my exposed breasts. Suddenly uncomfortable with your gaze, I turned my head away and closed my eyes. The next sensation was the feeling of your stone-like fingers cupped around my chin, turning my face toward you. Though my eyes were still closed, I could tell I was facing you. I could feel your hot, clammy breath on my face, on my lips. “Open your eyes, if you know what’s good for you” you grunted. I could feel you pressing a knife against my throat, the blade sharp and stringent, beginning to cut me ever so slightly. The sensation of your hard cock pressed against my stomach and the cold metal of the knife against my throat terrified me. My chest was heaving against you, unable to maintain a normal breathing rhythm. All the while I could feel myself getting wetter. The fear I felt translated into throbbing pussy lips and a keen desire to be fucked. When I didn’t open my eyes, you stood and screamed indistinctly. You sounded like a beast growling, incoherent. Still I couldn’t look at you, couldn’t bear to see what your eyes held. Then a blinding light seemed to take my breath away. My face was on fire, my right eye socket was searing with pain. I opened my eyes to see you rearing back to slap me again. I tried to beg you not to but the gag muffled my plea, and in seconds another blow landed on the right side of my face. I began to cry, and as I did so I could feel my nipples tightening up, becoming hard. You looked down and said, “good, cry. It’s always better when they cry.” You leaned down and stared at me, my red face slick from crying, my breasts dotted with tear drops, and my erect nipples. Again your gaze made me cower, you only came in closer. “You will watch me” you demanded. Moving back, you began to undo your pants. The black coarse material gave way to your hard cock and the smooth lines of your hip bones. You came closer to me, your erection right in my face, and you began to stroke yourself. You made deep gurgling sounds as you rubbed your cock faster and faster. In minutes you were spurting hot cum all over my face and breasts. I tried to recoil, but you reached for me and began rubbing my breasts, mixing your cum with the blood from the small cut on my neck. I gasped, repulsed, and you pulled your hand back, and looked at me with what seemed sympathy. Then you smiled, licked your fingers clean and said, “we’re going for a ride. Hold on tight.” Taken Rays of golden sunlight poured through the dormitory windows, shining down on Hermione as she walked around trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her whole world had turned upside down in a matter of minutes. Her hair was mussed and was stringy with sweat and traces of Myrtle’s cum. Rubbing hands against the sticky substance Hermione licked her fingers tasting the bitter salty sweat mixed with the sweat nectar of Myrtle’s love box. Hermione smelled the faint smell of cum reeking from her bed sheets and it smelled so delicious to her. Hermione rubbed her face reliving the minutes of Myrtle’s loving sex and the crusty dry cum that was on her face. Grabbing her bathrobe Hermione ran down to the girls bathroom. Running in she turned on the hot water and began to let the hot water wash her lethargy down the drain. The bathroom was empty so she whispered Myrtle’s name ready to have a second round, but Myrtle wasn’t there. Hermione shrugged and began to wipe all traces of her love making away. Grabbing a towel after she left she began walking back up to the Gryffindor Tower when she bumped into Ron and Harry. “Hullo Hermione.” Ron said brightly, “We were off to Hagrid’s hut, you gonna meet us there?” Hermione nodded an affirmative and they walked back down the stairs absorbed in their discussion. “NO WAY HARRY YOUR KIDDING!” Ron whispered loudly. “I'm dead serious Myrtle was human last night.” Harry said “She was up in the girls dormitory last night.” “Your kidding!” Ron repeated tersely “What was she doing?” “You wont believe me if I told,” Harry said. Ron stopped Harry and asked firmly what happened and Harry told the whole thing to Ron. “Hermione is a cunny eater?” Ron asked incredulously. “I’m Dead serious man!” Harry replied, “I mean I wouldn’t make something up like that.” The continued talking as they walked up to Hagrid’ s hut talking a little to loudly. Loud enough for Hagrid to hear while feeding Fang. Hagrid hearing the conversation, felt his dick twitch hearing about how slutty brainy Hermione had become. Hagrid knew she was getting hotter and more beautiful and there were times where after she left he was reduced to letting Fang out while beating his meat furiously. Harry and Ron knocked on the door of Hagrid’s hut and walked in seeing he was deep in thought. “Hey Hagrid!” Harry called out cheerily. “Hullo,” Hagrid replied, “Where is Hermione?” “She’s on her way.” Ron replied. The cogs of Hagrid’s mind began turning at a speed they didn’t usually and Hagrid figured today was the day he seduced Hermione. “Hey can you boys do me a big favor?” Hagrid asked innocently. “Sure Hagrid.” Harry replied “Could you take Fang for a walk around the school grounds?” Hagrid asked. “Sure Hagrid!” Harry said with gusto, Hagrid had been a good friend, so he was sure he would do any favor he asked. “Make sure you walk around for about 2 hrs and you cant pass this hut once because he gets ornery.” Taking the leash the boys walked out continuing their talk on Hermione’s behavior. Hagrid quickly began to clean up his hut and waited patiently for Hermione to arrive. Hermione arrived ten minutes later, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, it was still wet and glistening with water. She wore a tight t-shirt that showed her prominent nipples that were straining the confines of her shirt. Her tight black leather pants showed off her beautiful ass, and showed that she had five Galleons, eight Sickles and three Knuts in her pocket. “Where are the guys?” Hermione asked. “They are walking Fang.” Hagrid replied, as he walked over picking up his pink umbrella. Whirling around he shouted, “STUPEFY!” The red flash of light hit Hermione in the chest and she fell unconscious onto the floor. Picking up her prone form, Hagrid placed her body gently on his bed and began to undress her. When he was done he gasped at the beautiful body that lay before him. It was like a beautiful rendition of a sculpture. Her skin was a beautiful alabaster color, not as dark as her face, and arms. Grabbing some ropes Hagrid began to tie Hermione to the bed in a spread eagle position. Making sure all was right Hagrid folded her clothes and closed the blinds to his hut. Leaning over Hermione he whispered the revive spell and watched Hermione stir, and begin to gain her senses. “Hagrid what the hell is going on?” Hermione asked in a shrill voice. “I'm gonna give you what you deserve slut.” He replied in a sly voice. He turned around to double check that everything was right while Hermione smiled. She had been waiting to get a taste of Hagrid ever since she learned that he was a half-giant. Her incurable curiosity wondered what it would be like to have sex with a half giant, and would he be as equipped as she thought. Technically Hermione was still a virgin but she had broken her hymen with her nine inch black dildo she fondly kept in her trunk. Hermione felt her cunt begin to heat up, with the fire that began to rage as Hermione began to get increasingly aroused. Hagrid turned around and saw Hermione squirm around on his bed, he saw a large spot of cunt juice dripping out of her red hot snatch. Chuckling to himself he asked, “You like that don’t you slut?” Hermione could only nod, as she saw Hagrid slowly undress. She saw beneath his clothes he was heavily muscular with a bit of thick padding of fat. Looking down she saw that his dick didn’t look fully erect but was about 7 inches. Hermione whimpered a little thinking she may not be able to handle it. Hagrid followed his gaze and proudly began to stroke his thick man meat in his finger making it to grow thicker and longer, till it fully stood out. Hermione guessed it had to be at least 16 inches and 5-6 inches thick. “Holy shit!” She said with a gasp Hagrid just chuckled while stroking his dick and asked, “Do you want to touch it?” Hermione knew she couldn’t say no, Hagrid's approach and the way he had her bound one of the most erotic things she had ever thought about, and she just couldn't say no. Hagrid leaned forward till Hermione tentatively reached out and stroked the head of his dick. She gasped at the prominent helmet, and how it felt like steel in her hand, firm and yet it burned her hand with its own inner heat, making her nipples harden and her pussy gush more, with the impending sensations she was going to experience. Right as Hagrid leaned forward to direct his dick into the waiting mouth of Hermione a loud knock rang through the hut. “Hagrid!” The voice shouted, “This is Professor Dumbledore I must speak with you.” Cursing silently Hagrid leaned forward and kissed Hermione softly and whispered for her to be quiet. Fear was etched on her face when Hagrid threw his large coat over her body. Pulling up his pants Hagrid answered the door. Professor Dumbledore strode into the hut and looked around. “Hagrid I must speak to you about the grounds.” Dumbledore started, “lately it seems that the Centaurs are getting restless and I think you need to go calm your friends. I saw Bane walking out of the forbidden forest.” “I will do that Professor Dumbledore.” Hagrid said in a firm voice. “Good.” He replied. Walking to the door, Dumbledore noticed 4 ropes stretching from the bedposts of Hagrid's bed into the center, and Dumbledore noticed they were unusually taunt. Walking over to the bed, Dumbledore grabbed Hagrid's coat and wrenched it off the bed, to see a naked, very aroused Hermione Granger looking fearfully into his eyes. Clucking softly Dumbledore asked, “Getting some extra credit Miss Granger?” Hermione fearful of her reputation shook her head no. Dumbledore shook his head making his long beard tickled her nipples as he leaned in. Hermione trying to hide her arousal felt her nipples harden more and stretch till they were a quarter of an inch long. “Very nice Miss Granger, you know I will have to notify your parents of this behavior it’s not very lady like.” Dumbledore said “You will have to answer for this disgusting behavior you are exhibiting.” He said. Tears began to silently course down Hermione’s face as she thought of the shame and embarrassment she had brought to her family. Why couldn’t she control her urges, she continued crying until Dumbledore reached out and grabbed her right nipple pulling and twisting it till she shrieked in pain. “Shut up you slut.” He whispered dangerously. “if you service me well whenever I want if for this year no one will know about your slutty behavior.” Hermione seeing no other way began to nod her head fast. A polite cough made them both turn and see Hagrid standing there with his large dick in his hands still slowly stroking it. “You’ll have to service me too Hermione.” He said with a raspy voice. Hermione nodded, what else could she do. Dumbledore reached out and untied the ropes. Making her kneel on her hands and knees he pulled off her robes and showed his prominent 8 inch dick as he shoved it unceremoniously into her mouth. Hermione surprised at the sudden intrusion gagged but then began to instinctively suck and run her hands up and down his thick shaft. Cupping and massaging her balls coaxing them to release the sweet sperm into her waiting mouth. She felt two large fingers enter her snatch and begin to finger fuck her while purposely sliding across her clit making her buck and moan into Dumbledore’s white pubic hairs. Hermione kept sucking and running her hands up and down Dumbledore’s shaft and he began to softly pump it in and out of her hot mouth. She could taste the precum leaking from the hard shaft that was grinding into her throat. Hagrid watched as prim Hermione turned into slut Hermione and he couldn’t believe how aroused he was becoming. He grabbed some oil and began to lubricate himself; it was going to be a tight squeeze. He opened her legs and began to slowly push his head into her open snatch. The tightness surprised Hagrid as he began to push more forcefully into Hermione stretching her pussy to its limits making her cry and scream in pleasure and in pain. Hagrid smiled to himself as he reached forward and tweaked her nipples making her gasp in surprise. “FUCK ME Hagrid OH GOOOD FUCK ME!” She screamed in ecstasy. “GIVE IT TO ME HAGRID!” She screamed some more. She started screaming obscenities while bucking as Hagrid began pumping in and out of her snatch. Guttural grunts and moans filled the small hut and Hagrid began to gasp for breath as he felt his impending orgasm coming. “OH SHIT ‘ERMIONE!” He grunted as he pulled out and came. Globs and torrents of sperm hit flowed expelled out of Hagrid’s cock spewing all over Hermione’s back and some flowing out of her snatch mixed with Hermione’s own juices and she came, the orgasms rocked her body and made her cling to the sheets and squirm as the passion and pleasure rolled through her body. Dumbledore not one to be left out grunted as he unloaded his spunk down Hermione’s throat and in her face. Switching places, Dumbledore’s soft cock began to straighten again but he leaned down and began to eat out Hermione tasting her sweet cum mixed with Hagrid’s salty cum. Dumbledore smacked his lips happily. “Wonderful darling simply wonderful.” He whispered, as he dove back down to taste some more. Hagrid nodded his head and stuck his big dick which hadn’t deflated in Hermione’s face and told her forcefully, “Clean me up bitch.” Hermione loving the attention and the taste eagerly licked up the cum on his shaft. She could barely get her mouth around his crown. Taking two hands she stroked his firm shaft up and down, then switching to massage his balls. Dumbledore back at full length, took some of Hagrid’s cum off her back and lubricated his shaft and then without a pause shoved his full shaft up into Hermione’s ass making her scream in pain. Dumbledore ignored the screams as he plunged in and out of Hermione’s shit hole. He grunted twice and came, filling her ass with his spunk, removing his dick he looked down and saw that some of the cum was mixed with blood. Chuckling softly he said in a whispered tone “Not all punishments are enjoyable Miss Granger. I shall call for you again.” Putting back on his robes, Dumbledore made a hasty exit as Hermione still sucked off Hagrid. “OH FUCK HERMIONE!” he yelled, “YES SUCK ME OFF BITCH!” “OHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD” He moaned some more and then with a scream, he unleashed his torrent of cum into Hermione’s throat making her gag while trying to swallow it all. Hermione fell down onto Hagrid’s bed feeling satisfied and very spent. Hagrid walked around cleaning up the mess and opening the windows to air out the hut. Grabbing her panties he shoved them into one of the many pockets of her coat and ordered her roughly to get dressed. Hermione still dizzy from the orgasms hastily cast a spell to remove the spunk off her body, and make her seem clearer. As she finished putting on her clothes, Ron and Harry walked cheerfully back into the hut. Taken I was sitting in my living room watching a late night movie when I felt like I was being watched. I ignored it for a while, but it got to me. I slowly turned around to see if there was someone in the window, when I was grabbed. He hard body held me tight to him, my arms pinned. His left hand covered my mouth, his thick fingers biting into my skin. He lifted me over the back of the sofa and dragged me to the stairs. When I saw where we were going, I struggled, kicking with my feet, trying to scream. I knew no one would hear me, but I had to try..... I made sure he had a difficult time going upstairs by pushing my weight into him and elbowing his stomach. He didn't hit me, but he seemed to be pretty tough. My elbows didn't faze him in the least. He knew where he was going...he knew my house! To the third door to the right he pulled me. My bedroom..... I waited and got my chance. I wrapped my leg around the doorjamb so he couldn't yank me to the bed. He let go of my mouth long enough to tug my foot back and around. When I drew in breath to yell, he threw me to the bed, hoding my face into the comforter until I stopped struggling. Let let up enough for me to breathe again and I waited to see if I had an escape. I couldn't go anywhere. I knew it. I wanted to move, but my body wouldn't listen. When he locked the door, I knew I was stuck. He came to me and laid his body full on me The pressure was almost unbearable. He didn't say a word. It made me frightened in a whole new way. The silence was terrible. I heard the tinkle and clink of his belt and the zip being pulled. Oh my, God! He was really going to fuck me! His hand settled on the bed next to my face as his other guided his dick to me. He rubbed over me and lifted my nightshirt. My bare ass was open to him and he wasted no time. He played with me, running his cock over my ass and pussy. I could hear his sighs as he worked into my pussy. I braced myself as he plunged to the hilt. I screamed when he pounded at me. I didn't mind the pain of it, I just couldn't stand the poudning. That sudden slam of his body drivng his meat deeper and deeper into me. He has moving faster and faster, my face rubbing painfully into my blanket. I could feel his hairy belly rasping over my ass as he fucked me. I moaned and immediately felt ashamed. This violating prick was making me feel good! i couldn't believe it! This man was fucking me like an animal and I loved it! I shut my eyes when he lifted his weight off me. He put a hand to the mid of my back and held me in place. I didn't hear anything, but I soon felt what he was up to. His thick finger was pushing into my ass! Oh, God....what was I going to do? No one but my boyfriend had ever played with my ass, and even then, he had never fucked it. I was terrified. I knew that he was going to fuck me. His finger delved into my and I moaned again. I buried my face into the bed. I was humiliated by this man....how could I be enjoying this? He pushed to his last knuckle and slipped in and out of me, a bit painfully. Once he was comfortable with his thrusting, he began fucking my pussy again. I sighed at let him take me. I no longer wanted to fight back. I opened my eyes when his strokes became slightly more erratic. He was going to come soon. He was going to come inside me! No, he can't do that! I struggled a bit to try to move him from me, but he didn't budge. Suddenly, he withdrew his finger from my hole and stopped. I breathed with relief. I didn't know what to expect after that. I didn't have to wait long. I stifled a scream as he plunged into my ass. I had to groan as he began pumping me hard. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit and I knew that I was loving it. The pain wasn't as good as the pleasure. I snaked my hand under me and rubbed my throbbing clit. I sighed under my breath as he stretched my ass with his fat dick. He held tight to my hips as he shoved into me. His balls no longer were slapping me and I knew that he was so close to coming. His jerking thrusts were signalling his climax and I came loudly as he filled my tight ass with hot seed. He took a moment before he withdrew, his spend oozing from me and over my thighs. I lowered my hips and didn't move. I couldn't. I was barely aware that he zipped up and buckled his belt again. My breathing was shallow and I wondered about what would happen next. He laid next to me and ran his fingers over my hair. I turned my head and looked into his eyes. "You are such an asshole." "I know." He got up and went to the shower. I rolled to my back and put a pillow under my head. Sometimes I hate my boyfriend. Fucker. Taken First off, let me tell you a bit about my wife. We've been married for 10 years and have two beautiful kids. Suzanne is 35 and looks like she's 25 with a body most women would kill for and not one physical sign that she ever had children. She's meticulous about her looks and works out religiously. Although petite, 5'3 and 105 lbs, her firm 36-23-35 body makes men, and women, drool at the mere glimpse of her. I am what you might call the happiest man on Earth, especially when you consider Susie's submissive nature. She was raised in a household where the man is the king of the castle and the doting wife tends to his needs, whether they be domestic or sexual. Her parents are still happily married after 40 years and this philosophy has worked really well for us. But I do also tend to pamper and spoil my Suzie on occasion, so I know that's why she treats me so well. We have a really good sex life and have tried different things on occasion but never had tried anything too wild.until recently. After making love and watching a porn flick she surprised me. She admitted that she was highly turned on watching the actress in the film get fucked by three men. I teased her while she sucked my dick that maybe we should just have a bunch of guys come in and fuck her brains out and use her like a whore. This really caused her to get excited and she increased her motions on my cock and moaned at my words. I began to spank her ass and told her more. "Do you wanna get filled by big cocks and have your ass and pussy stretched like the whore you are baby?" I asked. As I spoke, I fingered her drenched pussy and before I had finished my sentence she had a tremendous orgasm. She moaned loudly, her mouth never leaving my cock as she looked up at me. I was also highly turned on as I took it one step farther. Something about the sight of my hot little wife getting banged senseless drove me crazy. I had never really treated my wife roughly before, but as I felt my impending orgasm, I grabbed her head and pulled her hair. "Suck that cock you fucking slut, swallow that cum," I demanded. Her eyes got bigger and her lips tightened as she moaned, coaxing me to explode in her mouth. My wife had always avoided me cumming in her mouth before. She complained about my taste. Now she begged for it. This put me over the edge and I erupted, the first surge spilling into her mouth as I withdrew my dick, the rest shooting on her lips and chin. My hand wrapped around her hair and I demanded, "Yeah, take that cum on your face slut." She had my cum in her mouth, running down her cheek and she was a complete mess. When I released my hold on her she dove down, engulfing my cock and digging her nails into my thighs, draining me of all my seed. I could feel my still hard erection in her throat and was amazed. She had NEVER throated me and now she seemed like a woman possessed. I was also filled with lust as I pushed her onto her back and straddled her face. "Yeah suck all that cum out of that big cock you hot bitch." Her eyes were almost glazed over as she continued sucking me, keeping me completely hard. I reached for our vibrator and slid it inside her all the way, causing her to arch her back and moan aloud. I couldn't believe my wife. She was never this hot and dirty before. But if my treating her like a slut fun-toy did it for her, I wasn't about to stop. After we had finished, we went back to our normal routine and didn't bring up the fantasy again until a few weeks later. Suzie's birthday was coming up and I found myself thinking more and more about the incredible sex we had had that day. That's when I made up my mind to give her a birthday present we would never forget. I knew the guys I worked with were a bunch of horn-dogs to begin with. And I knew most would go crazy if they ever had the opportunity to be with her. At company picnics, the guys would literally have to pick their tongues up off the floor when she would stroll by in her skimpy sun dresses. Most of the other wives, while cordial, seethed when she arrived. Her tanned skin, ample cleavage and natural curly chestnut hair and blue eyes made them insanely jealous. Suzie always was a tease and loved the attention. She would wear thongs so she could intentionally flash a good-looking man a glimpse of her butt bending over for something. And on more than one occasion, one of the wives would catch this. I thought I was almost gonna get into a fight one time in particular. Susie came up to me and said "Ya see that big guy over there?" I replied that I did and she said, "Well I thought I would have some fun and give him a li'l peek. So I flashed him my bootie," I told her he was NOT the one to do that to. She had flashed Buck, who was 6'2 and almost all muscle, and he had banged half of the town. He would come into the office and brag about it and show us pictures of women posing in all manner of lewd positions. He even brought in a tape of him fucking two college girls one time. Suzie told me that the wine had gotten to her and she felt frisky. Afterwards, Buck had came up behind her and, while grabbing a handful of her ass, told her if she didn't behave and stop flashing her bubble buns he'd have to slide a big hot dog between 'em. She said that while she was startled, he turned her on. She admitted she would have loved to drop to her knees and taste his dick right then and there. I was a bit taken aback and asked her if she wanted to fuck other men but she told me she just liked the idea of doing that. Of course, the look on all the hen's faces at one of their men getting his dick sucked would have been priceless. I knew my wife had a naughty side. We had had a couple threesomes with women, which she enjoyed, but this was a new twist for her. At least far as I knew. I was a manager for a large landscaping company and we had shower facilities for the crews. Whenever the men came back from work, they could shower and shave and be fresh for their families. Because of this, I was able to get a first hand look at the actors I would use to stage Suzie's "cumming out" party. I knew I wanted some guys that were fairly well hung. After Suzie had displayed interest in Buck, I knew he would be the first one I would recruit. I was, however, somewhat hesitant because Buck worked out constantly and was not only built like a rock but had a cock like a bull. The two girls I had seen in the video screamed and moaned like stuck pigs as he pounded into them. And from what I had seen, his stamina was that of a teenager even though he was 37 years old. I couldn't hold a candle to this guy when it came to cocksmanship. I was afraid my little Suzie would run off with him after he got ahold of her. But the idea of him bangin' her like mad really turned me on in some twisted way. The idea of her sucking my cock while he fucked her made me hard as a rock. So I approached him one day and laid it out as bluntly as I could. "Buck, you know my wife Suzie right"? "Yeah, who doesn't? How can I forget those tight shorts and sweet bubblebutt of hers"? "Well, your dreams are about to come true 'cause I want you to fuck her." He looked at me like I had flipped my wig and didn't utter a word for a moment. "Dude, quit fuckin' with me." he replied. " I mean, you know damn well if I bang your ol' lady, but it's gonna be quickies at Motel 6 from there on out right?" I smirked. "Yeah, and you know I have a gun collection and won't hesitate to put a bullet in your ass and her head through the wall if I ever catch the two of you without me right? "Ok, so what the fuck, Jim. Why ya bringing this up to me? Are you smokin' somethin'?" "No Buck, I'm not. "But she has this fantasy about gettin' it on with a few guys and it's her birthday this Friday and I'm thinkin' bout you and Cedrick and Albert coming out to the house and givin' it to her." "Cedrick? You wanna throw a brother into the mix too?" " Yeah, why not. Add a little spice. She's always talking about how hot Denzel Washington and Lenny Kravitz are. I figure, it'll be even more taboo, nasty ya know?" "Jim....you sure about this? I mean, don't get me wrong. I'd love to nail Suzie but I mean, you got a great thing there with her, why share her?" "Buck, it kinda turns me on seein' her be a slut. Man, we watched a porn flick where this chick was gettin' it from 3 guys and she got so turned on she was a total slut for me." "Well yeah, sure. But she may end up becoming a slut for real and you may not be enough. Ever thought about that Jim?" We worked together what, 12 years now? I like ya and I just don't wanna see ya have hard times ya know?" "Buck, for a man-whore your all right! I appreciate that, but just do me one favor ok?" "Whats that Jim?" "Just be at my house Friday night and bang the daylights outta' my wife and quit bein' such a pussy! And I'm gonna shoot video so wear ya sunday best!" "Ohhhh, now you're an amateur pornographer huh? Buddy, consider her ass MINE." After leaving Buck and excited at the prospect of Friday night, I spoke to Cedrick, who readily agreed as did Albert. Albert did have reservations at the time, but once I convinced him she was an expert cocksucker, he caved! So the big day was planned. I had it all set up. I was a bit worried about the way I planned the setting, but knew that my horny wife would be fine once the guys started servicing her. I told the boys to be in the house waiting for her when she got there that Friday afternoon. I wanted them to make her think I was on a job out of town and had sent them out to do our yard work. We live in a rather large house with lots of landscaping and a pool so it would make sense to her. Then I wanted them to find a reason or a way to take her when she didn't expect it. I would wait in the closet with my camera and once the action started would come out and shoot it. The guys were a bit nervous. "What if she really freaks out"? Albert had asked. "I don't think she will. I think seeing you guys out there, all sweaty, working with your shirts off will really make her hot. Especially Buck, who she already expressed an interest in." "Oh, so we are really gonna do your damn yardwork for you, huh"? he blurted. "Well your getting to fuck my wife, I think that's a fair tradeoff." The big day finally came. Suzie usually took Friday's off early as she was the assistant to the Vice-President of a large firm. So, when he left, she normally did as well. And as luck would have it, she was dressed to the nine's that day. She wore a plaid skirt and a sheer white blouse that pulled tightly against her ample busom. Under that was a sexy body suit and off white thigh high stockings with the seam up the back completed the ensemble. She had he hair pulled back in a ponytail and she looked stunning. The boys would cream their jeans when they saw her, I thought to myself, devilishly.The guys had gotten to the house and started working about an hour before Suzie arrived. She came into the house and, seeing them, went out to the back yard to find out what was going on."What are you guys doing here" she called out? "Jim had to go out of town on a job and sent us here to do the yard and shrubbery," Buck replied. As he said this, he began to walk towards her. I was in the hallway closet and could see everything. My heart was pounding with anticipation. "Damn you sure look hot today Suzie," Buck exclaimed. "Oh, just my normal thing. Nothing special." "Mmmmm, how I always loved the way your ass wiggles Suzie," he told her, his voice dripping with honey. "You better behave Buck. I'm not in the mood for your kind of horseplay today." At this Buck walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oh c'mon Suzie. I know as hot as you keep this body and the way you always tease us at the picnics you're just itchin' to get scratched. "Stop it Buck this isn't funny." She was struggling against him, pushing at his arms futilely. "C'mon' Suzie, Jim won't be back for least 3 hours. Why don't you give ol' Buck a taste of this sweet pussy," he suggested lustfully. "Buck, let me go. I am Jim's wife and am not finding this funny. Are you going to rape me is that it?" she asked almost jokingly? "Hey boys, Suzie wants to give us some ass!" Buck called out as Cedrick and Al walked towards the door, curious as to the commotion. "I know you can feel this big cock against your ass right now Suzie, probably makin' that sweet pussy of yours nice and wet. Cedrick, pull up that skirt and check that pussy for us, see if she's really lovin' all this attention." Cedrick moved in front of Suzie and she kicked at him, ordering him not to do it. "Spread them damn legs bitch and lemme' get a look at that cunt," Cedrick demanded, prying her thighs apart. Pulling her skirt above her thighs he pulled her body suit to the side, exposing her meaty, shaved-bare pussy. "Please don't Cedrick, why are you guys doing this to me?" Suzie whimpered? "Daaamn Buck, this pussy is kinda wet," Cedrick exclaimed, pushing a finger inside her pussy. "Goddamn thats one pretty pussy you got there, fat and damn tight too." "Come on now Suzie," Buck teased, "that pussy wouldn't be wet if the thought of three guys using your hot little body didn't turn you on. Hell, Jim would probably love to watch if he were here." The next words that came from Suzie's mouth surprised me and the boys. "Well, then I guess if this is the way it's gonna be then lets see them cocks and get it over with." "Yeah, that's my good girl. Now you ain't gonna run and tell Jim or the cops are ya?" Buck added, beginning to stroke her pussy from outside her bodysuit. "Not if you boys fuck me good. Nobody has to know but us." I was floored. My wife who I loved was agreeing to be gangbanged by my damn employees. And keep quiet about it! I was completely swollen and rubbing my dick as I turned on the camera and readied for the hot action about to unfold. "Good, get on them knees and get ready to suck a REAL man's cock then," Buck ordered. Suzie complied, turning to face him, kneeling down. Al and Cedrick also began to unbuckle their belts as Suzie unbuttoned Buck's jeans and reached in to pull out what I could only describe as a boa constrictor. Buck was almost completely erect and already, from what I could tell, about three inches longer than what I had to offer. "My God you are a big boy," Suzie gushed, looking up at Buck as the other two crowded around her, offering they're cocks as well. I moved to the hallway where I could shoot the action without Suzie seeing me. I zoomed in as Suzie engulfed about half of Bucks monster, her lips stretching around his thick shaft. Buck moaned, telling Suzie what a good cocksucker she was as his hand guided her head, fucking her mouth. Suzie pulled his dick from her mouth and ran her tongue down his shaft to his balls, telling him how lovely it was to have a big cock to suck on. Her eyes never left his as she sucked his balls alternately, stroking his mammoth shaft. "Why don't ya show Ced and Al here how good them cocksucking lips are baby?" Buck instructed. They moved closer as Suzie took Cedrick's black pole into her mouth, her hand still stroking Buck's cock. "Ohhh hell yeah Suzie," Cedrick moaned. "I bet you never sucked a nice black dick before have ya? You take to a cock like a lollipop, girl." And she was. My faitful wife was sucking Ced's dick almost down to the root, obviously consumed with lust at the idea of having three hard cocks to entertain her. Al had moved in and Suzie began to jerk him off as well, then took him into her mouth. The guys had her enclosed in a circle as she took turns working them with her hot mouth. But it was Buck who seemed to fascinate her the most. She ran her hand up his flat abs as she blew him, moaning all the while. "I think it's bout time to get some fuckin' goin' on round here," Cedrick exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Suzie's waist, and picking her up in his arms, disengaging her from Buck's dick. "Hold on Ced, hold her up and lemme get a taste of that pussy," Buck suggested as he cupped her ass in his hands and moving between her legs, buried his face in her pussy. "Ohhhh yeah baby, uh huh," was all Suzie could say as Buck and Cedrick had her in mid-air like a circus performer, while Buck ate her pussy. Buck had Suzie thrashing about while Cedrick engaged her lips in a deep kiss. She moaned aloud, her eyes wide open as Buck sucked her wet cunt, causing her too explode in the first of what was I'm sure to be many orgasms. I could tell Suzie was in awe, breathing heavy and moaning as her body relaxed from the awesome orgasm Buck had just given her. "Now she's ready to get fucked." Buck chortled. I had snuck into one of the bedrooms as the boys carried Suzie to the master bedroom. They had walked right by me with only Al winking at me as they passed. They brought Suzie and laid her down on the bed, where she continued to orally attack Buck's cock. "Now come on baby, I know you like that big cock in your mouth but give the other boys a go now," "No fuck that, I want this pussy!" Cedrick proclaimed, spreading her thighs and taking her doggy style. Suzie now had both Buck and Albert lined up for her mouth as Cedrick began to push his cock into my wife's snug pussy. Suzie moaned aloud as Cedrick began to work his cock inside her, bringing his hand down on her ass hard, ordering her to "open her pussy" for him. Suzie shuddered when Ced slapped her ass and began sucking Buck and Al fervently, obviously loving this. I moved into the room and was shooting from the corner behind Suzanne, where she couldn't see me. I also got an opportunity to catch a glimpse of Cedrick's dick and could tell why he was having trouble getting inside Suzie. He had to be as thick as Buck, if not more so. "I said take this dick bitch," Cedrick ordered, as he brought both his hands down on Suzie's ass with a crack and taking handfuls of cheek, plunged his cock all the way inside my wife in one stroke.Suzie screamed out as if in pain, "Oh God!" she wailed. "Yeahhh, you like that big ol' cock in this pussy don't ya bitch?" Ced laughed as he began pounding my wife's pussy with long strokes, all the while spanking her red ass brutally with his big, calloused hands. Suzanne cried out with every stroke of his big dick as he told Buck to shut her up. With that, Buck grabbed her hair and impaled his cock all the way down her throat, causing her to gag but accept him. He held her face against his crotch, his hands wrapped in her hair. Moaning, "Yeah, down your throat like a good girl Suzie," as he high-fived Albert. My cock felt like it was on fire and needed release I was so worked up, my heart pounding. Buck had pulled back and was fucking Suzanne's mouth now, his cock sliding from the head all the way back down her throat as he also brought his hand down on her ass. She then began to tremble and a muffled scream escaped her mouth as her next orgasm racked her body. At the same time Buck grabbed her hair and I could tell by the way he tensed up he was about to explode in my slut-wife's mouth. "Gonna cum baby gonna fill your mouth baby," was all he could utter as he jerked and spasmed into Suzanne's mouth. She had her hand's wrapped firmly around his ass and her lips locked on his cock, taking almost all of his immense prick in. Buck grabbed the hair on top of her head and pulled her off his dick as he continued to spurt thick white gobs of sperm onto her lips and chin. "Yeah slut, take that cum on your face like a good whore," Buck ordered, wiping his cock all over her mouth and cheek as she lapped at him like a puppy. Albert had been stroking his cock the entire time and also moved in closer as he proclaimed he was about to cum. "Shoot it in her mouth, our little slut loves it," Buck suggested as Albert did just that. He brought his cock right up to her open mouth and shot a stream of cream right onto her tongue as she grabbed his prick and pulled him into her mouth, sucking furiously. Taken "Oh here we go, here we go!" Cedrick began to call out as he felt his own orgasm about to occur. With that, he pulled out of Suzie's pussy with a grunt and shot his sticky load all over her ass. He then dipped his finger in the small puddle on her ass and bringing his finger to her mouth, offered her some. "Try some of this black cock cum tell me what ya think," he offered, as she greedily sucked it off his finger. Before she could finish, Buck had already taken position behind her, spreading her legs wide, proclaiming, "I hope you're ready for some real fuckin' now slut, cause you're about to take all of this cock!" As his huge dick spread my wife's tender pussy wide, he grabbed her hair in his hand, yanking her head back and pressing his mouth over hers, as a muffled wail escaped her. "Oh that's it baby give it up to Buck, gimme this tightpussy baby," he moaned while pushing, more like forcing his cock into her.My sweet Suzie grabbed the comforter in her hand tightly as Buck held her down, pressing on, sliding into her poor pussy slowly, an inch at a time until he was deep inside her up to his balls. "That's it baby you got all of daddy Buck in ya now," he growled, biting her shoulders as he began to stroke into her slowly, his hips swaying in a circle. Cedrick had replaced Buck with his cock in her mouth but she couldn't suck him because Buck began to really fuck her good, slamming every inch of his big prick into her hard. All the while, he spanked my wife's ass as well with one hand while his other held her hair, pulling her head back. Buck was giving Suzie the banging of her life as she moaned and wailed, her breaths coming in gasps. "You like Buck's big cock fillin' this sweet pussy don't ya baby?" he questioned as he brought his foot up on the mattress, and really started slamming into her. He then began to press his big thumb into her ass as she shook her head from side to side, moaning. "Nooo!" she cried out, her hands gripping Cedrick's thighs as Buck thumbed her asshole. I had been shooting between Buck's legs, getting a great view of his cock filling my wife's pussy when I thought of the vibrator and quietly opened the end table drawer and handed it to him. With that, Buck began to force the vibe into Suzanne's tight ass, working it round and round pushing it into her as she cried out in pain and pleasure. "Oh your gonna take some cock in that ass Suzie slut," Cedrick announced, forcing his dick into Suzanne's mouth, his hand firmly guiding her head. I couldn't believe my wife was being fucked like this and loving it. Buck continued to pound her pussy while working her ass over with the vibe and her moans were guttural as she began to shake with another intense, shattering orgasm. I was filming Buck's cock sliding into her and was almost splattered when her juices began to spew and squirt from her, while she wailed loudly, screaming "Yes!! Oh God yes!!" over and over. That's when Buck directed Al to lie down and had Suzie straddle him. Suzie was their willing whore now, complying as told. She slowly eased herself down on Albert's sizeable prick as Cedrick stood over him, rubbing his cock against her face and lips. Buck had His hand against Suzie's back and began pushing her down, arching her ass up to him as she slowly rode Albert. Buck was on his knees behind her and began to push his cock against her tight asshole, as she cried out in protest. "Shuttup cunt, your getting fucked how Buck wants to fuck you," he declared while Cedrick held her mouth down on his dick, keeping her quiet except for the muffled cries as she held onto his thighs, her nails digging into him. I moved around to her side where I was able to get a close up of his giant prick stretching my wife Suzie's helpless asshole as he pushed in deeper and deeper. I then began to shoot her with Cedrick's cock buried down her throat, as he announced, "You gonna be in movies baby, your a star!" With that, Buck shoved the rest of his cock deep into her ass causing her eyes to open wide as she moaned, witnessing her husband filming her! The look on her face told me she was hurt and ashamed but I didn't care. She tried to pull away from the cock in her mouth but Cedrick held onto her firmly. I took her hand and gave it a squeeze, assuring her that it was ok. "I'm here baby, you're beautiful. This is for us," I told her. She seemed to relax as Buck began to fuck her ass in earnest, causing her to clench her eyes tightly and cry out with every stroke as the guys filled her holes. I moved in front of her as I offered the camera to Cedrick, who reluctantly pulled away from her lips. I held her face in my hands as she took me into her mouth and sucked me as best she could, which was understandable. Buck and Al now had a perfect rhythm and she was moaning on every stroke of their cocks inside her. Buck was smacking her ass every time he plunged his cock inside her ass, squeezing and pulling at her cheeks like a man possessed, his eyes filled with lust. He then began to squeeze her ass, and as Suzie moaned aloud, he emptied his load into her ass, grunting out, "Ohhhhyessss FUCK." Pulling his cock out of her, the cum still spurting from his cock as he rushed over to Suzie's face, and moving in beside me, ordered her to "clean his cock." He then forced his big dick into Suzie's mouth while mine was still there. Her mouth stretched tightly around us as she dug her nails into our legs and tried her best to accommodate us. I withdrew my cock from her mouth as she wrapped her hands around his fat shaft and slurped every drop of cum from his muscle. That's when I decided if she liked sucking his cock so much I was gonna get a piece of that ass. I moved around to her behind as she continued to slowly ride Al's dick and, spreading her cheeks, plunged my cock fully into her ass in one stroke, causing her to scream out loudly. I grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head back, her face close to mine, our eyes locked. "Yeah, who's gettin' a piece of this ass now SLUT?" I growled, pumping into her as she tried to catch her breath. The sensation of my wife's tight asshole around my cock was incredible. And the ease in which I slid into her, partially due to Buck's natural lubricant, was fantastic. Cedrick had moved around and was filming my cock fucking my wife's ass as I spanked her roughly, causing her to tremble with every smack. I was slamming my cock into her as hard as I could, showing my whore no mercy. I wanted her to remember this day permanently. Cedrick then decided he wanted to get a shot of his cock in her mouth as he moved his big prick to her mouth, which she accepted readily, alternating between him and Buck. I felt Albert's cock swell inside Suzie and knew he was about to explode as I pushed her ass down on him. Albert moaned out, filling her pussy with his cream as she too, begin to shake and moan, her orgasm washing over her. As her pussy began to flood once again, I erupted inside her, my sperm shooting from my cock stinging, burning inside her hot ass. I plunged deep into her bowels up to my balls as I grabbed her shoulders, as we all cried out in unison. I almost collapsed onto her, my orgasm was so intense. Buck then began to announce his impending cum as he grabbed Suzie's head and jammed his entire cock into her mouth, "Eat that cum you fucking slut, that's it, suck it down!" he shouted, pumping his lava down her throat, gagging her. She coughed and he released his hold on her. She broke away from his cock, then grabbing it again, sucking his balls into her mouth while jerking him, causing the last drops of sperm to sputter forth. She lapped it off his dick, sucking the head, her eyes looking up to him. Cedrick then unleashed his torrent of cream onto her lips as well. "Take that cum, slut, suck it off," he ordered. My wife was covered in sperm literally and loving every minute of it. She sucked greedily at the cocks before her, draining them completely. As they wiped their dicks on her face, she sucked off the remaining cum. I got off of her as she rolled over and began to giggle. "What's funny, baby?" I asked her. "I just had the giggles babe," she responded. "I just serviced four men and feel like I'm on a cloud." We gradually dressed after coming back to our senses and enjoyed a round of drinks. We all wished her a Happy Birthday and after the guys had left, Suzie and I made love tenderly and passionately, expressing our love and trust for one another. When we were done, we basked in the afterglow, cuddled up against one another. "Thank you so much baby," she whispered. "I love you so much for allowing me that fantasy. But next time baby, don't leave your cell phone on the kitchen table!" All I could do was laugh to myself.......... Taken I pulled into the driveway of an unfamiliar house and put the car in park. I took a moment to check my face in the rearview mirror flawless as usual. Running my hands through my curly hair I tousled it carelessly before pulling the key from the ignition and getting out of the car. With a press of a button the alarm was armed and the doors locked. I walked up to the door and knocked, She opened the door and her surprise was immediately apparent. I pushed past her and into the house. She turned to stare at me as I pushed the door shut and pinned her there. "My parents will be back soon." I looked down into her eyes and kissed her lips, she hadn't been done speaking but I didn't care. I was here to take what was mine whether she wanted me to have it or not. My fingers were already at the waistband of her jeans, while my lips burned a path from her lips to her neck. I slipped my fingers into her unbuttoned jeans and ran them over her wetness. I laughed I had been here less than three minutes and she was already wet for me, still protests were whispered from parted lips. I lifted my head from her neck. "Shut up." It was a demand not a request. Her back arched and her hips rose to meet my thrusting fingers, as I continued my relentless possession. She had told me many times over that I owned her. I had seen the words typed on the computer screen and heard them panted over the phone now I was here to take what was mine. I pressed my lips to hers again parting her lips with my tongue ad my thumb played over her clit. The nails of my free ran over her abdomen in an upward motion. I could hear the faint rustle of her shirt as my nails passed over the material. I pulled her nipple through the layer of cotton that covered it. She arched gasped as my fingers twirled her nipple and pinched it lightly. She was panting for me, as I had known she would. I moved my fingers in and out of her harder and faster and her muscles convulsed around them. I lifted my head from her lips again, putting my mouth near her ear. I bit her earlobe teasing her for a moment. "Say my name for me pet let me know that it's mine." Her pussy tightened around my fingers and her breath quickened, she liked to be controlled. I knew that all to well. "Say my name, say it right now." She was panting and in all likelihood she couldn't speak, but she would because I demanded it. "Don't keep me waiting say it now." With each word I thrust my fingers into her harder and pinched her nipple roughly. "Nicola." It was barely a whisper between breaths. "Say it again." My latest demand pushed her over the edge. Her pussy gripped my fingers and she was wet enough to make my fingers almost slip out on the outstroke. "Oh god, Nicola." I laughed in her ear "You are mine pet, I own you." I pulled my fingers from her wiping them on her jeans before, stepping away. Before she could say a word I pushed her gently aside and opened the door. I didn't look back I simply unlocked the car and got in. She was still standing there with the door wide open when I backed out of the driveway. I knew I would call her later tonight, until then I would go to my hotel and relax. She must have had questions, she hadn't even known I would be here. I had booked a flight on the spur of the moment because the idea of taking her had pleased me, and as always I did as I pleased. * * * * * I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel with a smile playing on my lips. I had enjoyed claiming my pet and she would repay the favor many times over in a few short hours. I had flown form New York just to see her face as I took her and feel her wetness beneath the tips of my fingers. I knew that right this very moment she was mine more than ever before. The smile was still on my lips when I entered my suite. My wife was sitting on the sofa reading a novel. She glanced up as I entered seeing my smile she produced one of her own. "Did you get your girl?" I raised my eyebrow and began unbuttoning my suit jacket. "I always get my girl." I said letting the garment fall to the floor. "Yes you always do." I unzipped my skirt and undid the lone button and let that fall to the ground as well. Stepping out of the puddle of fabric at my feet I approached her. Wearing on a pair of black stockings and my heels. She had her legs crossed, and she was staring at me. Her eyes traveled over my body like a physical caress. She had always been able to excite me with a look. I pushed her leg uncrossing them and straddled her lap. Taking the book from her hands I tossed it over my shoulder. It landed somewhere on the carpet with a light thud. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my breath away. My fingers drifted over the buttons of her light yellow suit jacket. I parted the fabric and ran my hand upward over her warm brown flesh, as my lips parted for her. Her hands seemed to be every place all at once. They ran through my hair from roots to tip, and over my shoulders. She cupped my breasts in her hands for a moment before pinching my nipples between her fingers. She tugged hard, the way she knew I liked, and I almost came. My little possession of my Pet had me open wet and ready before I had even walked into the room. I gasped pushed against her. She dipped her head breaking the kiss we shared. Her lips dropped to my breast and I moaned as I felt her teeth brush over the sensitive pucker of flesh. She pulled my nipple between her teeth and flicked it with her tongue as her hand continued to tease the other one. I tangled my hand in her hair and pulled her closer as her free hand trailed down my belly. I arched my back pressing my hips closer to her in anticipation. Her name fell from my parted lips as her fingers spread the lips of my cunt. She ran her fingers up and down lightly, torturing me. I begged her in half sentences, to fuck me. She fulfilled my request less than a moment later pushing two fingers into me and making me beg her to do it harder. My hips thrust to meet her fingers. As her lips tighten around my nipple. I said her name over and over again like a mantra as I felt the waves of climax pass through my belly. I hugged her to me as she continued to fuck me she was relentless as I could be and I loved every moment of it. She fucked me until sweat formed on my hairline and between my breasts. When she let up my muscles ached from the constant tensing that came along with climax. I fell against her letting my weight pin her to the sofa. I kissed her lips and ran my hands through her hair. Tousling it and pulling her to me for an open mouthed kiss. She still had her fingers in me and I rotated my hips grinding against her for a moment, just because I liked the feel of her fingers stroking my inner walls. I lovers my hands to the waist of her pants and undid them. She was warm and unbelievably wet for me. I stroked her clit hard and fast in a tight circle. She moved her hips as much as she could with me sitting on top of her. In a moment I removed my hand and rose from her lap. Her face registered her frustration but I had only moved to change my position. I knelt before and tugged at the hem of her pants. She lifted her ass and helped me remove the garment. I spread her thighs and leaned forward to taste her. She was hot and wet, her slickness spread over my closed lips as I kissed her lightly. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit and stroked her gripping her thighs and she arched against me. I moved my tongue down pushing it into her and tasting her fully. I let go of her thigh and brought my left had up to stroke her clit while my tongue tasted her inner core. Renza was a wild and athletic fuck I had to hold her leg to anchor the two of us. I held her with my free hand and flicked my tongue faster. I didn't need to look up to know that her fingers were pinching and tugging her nipples. She moaned my name and I kept up the movements I knew would take her there, and get her off. I always loved the taste of her climax, and nothing quite compared to the warmth of her in my mouth. I may have been dominating but with her I was always ready to submit. Taken Restless rustling came from Cynthia's bed as she stirred. The early autumn air, felt through the slightly open, second floor window, carried a brisk chill. There was a scraping sound as the first dead leaves of fall skittered across the porch roof shingles beneath the sill. The only light in the room, was from a street lamp, filtered in through the leaves of the trees in the backyard, it fell in dappled darkness across the comforter. A form passed by the window, fleeting in existence but still, Cynthia sighed in her slumber. As the shadows deepened briefly and a silhouette shaded her face, she rolled to her side. Perhaps the quiet swish of the sash awoke her, or it could have been the gust of cold air rushing in with the window's opening, nevertheless, she laid with her eyes wide open and tried to see through the night. When a hand covered her mouth, Cynthia was so consumed with terror that she was paralyzed. His other hand moved to the neck of her nightie and pulled fiercely at the soft, worn material, it tore and as the fingers of that big hand slipped over her breast she roused and tried to push it away. Too strong for Cynthia's struggles to be effective against him, the intruder whispered in her ear, "Relax! I won't hurt you if you just . . . " he grunted as her knee hit his inner thigh, "Fuck! Relax!" His fingernail teased her nipple to hardness and Cynthia squirmed beneath his weight, while jolts of feeling seemed to zap through her breast and directly to her pussy. She increased her efforts to get away, shamed by her body's response to his touch. He pressed his mouth over the same nipple he'd been tugging at, sucking it in and scraping his teeth across the erect nub. Without wanting to, as the soft, stroke of his tongue played a counterpoint to his pleasured humming at her breast, she moaned. He moved to the other, teasing and playing with it, back and forth between the two, even though she didn't know who it was, it seemed important to him that Cynthia be aroused. His attention to her breasts and nipples continued for long moments. She resolved that she couldn't fight him and win. Desperate, she sought a solution through her confusion and fear. Hoping that if she did as he said she'd escape with her life, she surrendered to the desire she was feeling and licked the finger that was digging into her lips. The rapist released some of the pressure off her mouth and she moved her head until she could tickle his palm with her tongue tip. She shivered at his laughter because he sounded so evilly triumphant. He brought his face up, his whiskers like a rasp against her skin and replaced his hand with his lips. Cynthia tasted whiskey and tobacco in his bruising kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, almost gagging her as he bumped the soft palate deep inside and on the roof of her mouth. Overcoming her revulsion, she sucked and tangled her tongue with his. The man moved his own long, thick one suggestively in and out of her mouth. She felt his hand slip down her along her side as far as the hem of her nightgown. His fingers petted the skin of her thigh as he pushed the remnants of her nightdress out of the way. "No! Please, don't!" Cynthia gasped when his touch fluttered over her mons, brushing across the downy pubes then stalling at her tightly closed thighs. "Let me." His tone brooked no argument. She spread her legs. Granted access, he moved his finger down to her crease and between her folds, seeking and finding her opening. He hesitated there, pushing but not really moving inside. His palm moved over her clit when he cupped her pussy and squeezed her mound. Then his long finger circled the swelling bud, as if promising more. He parted her little, inner lips and pressed inside, stretching her, caressing. He paused, raising his lips from hers, "You're so tight and wet, princess," his voice rasped and sounded flat, "Yeah, baby. I'm gonna fuck you." The discomfort she felt as his clothing dragged over her fragile skin was nothing compared to what his hand was doing at her vagina, "Don't hurt me. Please! I'll do anything you ask. Don't hurt me!" He moved over beside her on the bed, holding his hand still, letting her accept his finger. "You'll like it, baby," slowly dragging his hand back, his touch slipped across her clit, "Do it. Relax, my sweet fuck, God, yes!" He moaned his approval as her hips rolled up to meet his inward stroke. He slowly fingered her tight opening and almost tenderly, once more, took her nipple into his mouth. The tingles through her pussy seemed to radiate a heat as the rapist expertly drew her response from deep inside. His knowing invasion felt somehow pleasurable and Cynthia cursed her body for its betrayal. As she rolled toward him, she moaned one last, drawn out, denial, "No." She whimpered in protest when he stopped and rolled to his back, leaving her almost nude body uncovered. He didn't move. He didn't say anything for long moments. It was as if, now that he had her reluctant co-operation, he was waiting for her. Cynthia daren't move, she held her breath for what seemed forever and then gave a long, ragged moan as she released it. "Why? What are you doing?" Her voice was shaky with reaction. "Do it. You prick!" venom dripped from her voice as she gained confidence, "Do it or go!" She heard him unbuckle his belt and the sound of his zipper snapped her back to reality. She covered her body with her arms and tried to get off the bed. He grabbed her shoulders and brought her against him again, "Hush, feel this?" His hand covered hers and placed her palm over his groin, "You did this to me. I want you!" Cynthia felt his pulse throbbing through his swollen cock. She was enthralled at the heat he radiated. He began moving her hand along his shaft as if she were some kind of puppet. She drew a shaky breath and closed her fingers around him, pumping her fist along his length. The rapist groaned as her fingers touched his erection. He reached back to fondle her, more gently this time. At least her cooperation had bought her a bit of tenderness, her rueful thought quelled her tears and she spread her thighs even wider to his questing fingers. He moved to press his mouth to her neck. Cynthia felt his lips and tongue, kissing down, stopping to suckle each nipple, pausing to trace the round swell of her breast. He licked down along her chest, across the soft skin of her tummy and then, to tickle her belly button. His fingers had continued to move, shallowly in and out of her tight opening and he brushed them over her clit with each slow prod into her. Her response was hot and immediate. Cynthia, being so inexperienced, had no idea of how arousing her passion could be to men, she only knew that his touch felt wonderful in spite of her loathing. She needed him physically with no idea why she should. When he placed a kiss on the soft wisps of her pubes, she drew a ragged breath and lifted her hips to him. It felt so wrong to her when his tongue swiped across her pussy. He was humming again, almost singing his desire as he aroused her with a flick of his tongue. His mouth was so slippery and wet against her. She wanted to protest, to argue and plead with him, to beg him to stop. Instead, when he sucked the erect nub of her clit at the same time he added a second finger to his fucking, she rolled her hips, unable to speak. Her resolve melted away as the excitement continued to build. Now, she wanted him to go on and on. As her peak neared, Cynthia stilled her hips. For tortured seconds she thought she'd be left hanging there, on the edge of orgasm. Praying that he wouldn't stop his noisy enjoyment of her, she dug her fingers into the sheets. Abruptly, with exquisite heat, she was experiencing a very intense orgasm. She could hear him gasping as her muscles contracted around his finger. He withdrew it and lightly kissed her sex as the spasms quaked through her. She squirmed and rolled through the exquisite sensations. Her breath came in great sobs as she realized that she'd surrendered. He tauntingly licked over her clit and laughed as her hips jerked in reply. Seemingly eager to have his cock in her, he knelt between her splayed thighs and grasped her around the waist. Like a rag doll he pulled Cynthia to him, holding her close and nudging her with his erection. The velvet textured head slipped along the almost liquid heat of her crease and his shaft nestled between her inner lips. He held her and lifted her, moving her hips up and down along his cock. He sat back on his heels and moved his hand between their bodies. He grasped his cock at the base and moved it, teasing her, before leaving it to rest between her swollen pussy lips. Cynthia, a reluctantly willing participant, wrapped her arms around his neck and swung her hips back, feeling his cock head slip along her slit. He aimed that hard thing at her interior and left it to rest, poised at her opening. The stretching she felt was perversely welcome even though his fucking was a violation. He lifted her ass up and down, taking her with just the head of his swollen prick. Confused, Cynthia battled against the pleasure her body was experiencing from this shallow fucking. "Do it! Get it over with!" she whispered, her voice harsh and tormented. She was praying that this wasn't really happening and that she wasn't, in any possibility, liking what he was doing. "Okay. Now . . . ," he grunted and suddenly, Cynthia felt extraordinary pleasure as he impaled her on his hard cock. She collapsed against his chest while all strength fled from her limbs, leaving her limp in his hold. The zipper of his jacket was hard against her and the denim of his jeans felt harsh on her thighs. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she rested her head on his shoulder. He possessively stroked his hands over her back. As he murmured soft, pleasured noises, he cupped her ass in his big, rough hands, rocking her on his cock. Her clit was rubbing against his shaft and she could feel his cock head massaging her inside. Cynthia joined him in his pleasured moans as she rolled her hips against him, working on satisfying both of them physically. Creating friction and pressure, she mashed her mons against him. He lifted her, sliding her almost off his cock and when she was agonizing that he'd finished with her, he thrust back into her, pulling her down at the same time. There was such wonderful tension building inside her. She moved with him, wanting more. She wanted to orgasm again. She needed it. All the time her mind kept trying to argue with her body. How she hated her anatomy! Wet, swollen sexuality that, even in the midst of rape responded to a solid male's thrusting. She moaned as his fingers found her clit. Her soft whimpering pleas telling him, "Oh God! Don't . . ." "Hurry. Cum for me, you nasty slut!" he demanded her response. She could feel a new fireball seem to burst through her. Pleasure radiated around her vitals, from behind her clit, as her pussy clenched around his cock. He plowed into her with hard, pounding strokes. Cynthia fell back onto the bed, yet still, he pulled her ass against him, feeding her orgasm with every pump of his hips. She moaned, her only coherent words, the protest of, "No. No more!" His cock seemed to expand as he collapsed forward, onto her. His masculine screams were muffled against her pillow as he ejaculated into her. She could feel wetness squeeze out from her pussy, around his cock. They lay trembling as his release completed. With a groan, the man rolled from Cynthia. She could hear his belt buckle and his zipper as he tucked himself together. "I'm going. Don't worry, baby, I'll be back." he got to his feet and stood, shrouded in darkness. He bumped against the night table and cursed. Absurdly, Cynthia wanted to laugh, she suppressed the nervous impulse and once again, held her breath as he walked across the room and slipped out through the open window, leaving her spent on the bed. Taken "That bitch!" I thought angrily. I had just had my annual employee evaluation, and my boss had spared no effort to rake me over the coals for failings real and imagined. It didn't matter at all that the issues she raised could be traced back to decisions she'd made; decisions that I'd warned were foolish and likely to cause problems. No, now that the problems had come home to roost, she was going to roast my ass to save hers. Better to shred an underling or two and suck off the boss than face the music. "Damn you, you slut! You fucked your way to the top, and now you can't handle it! And now you think I'm going to take the fall? I don't think so!" My thoughts raced, fueled by a keen, thinly veiled rage as I quickly made my way back to my office. Once there, I closed the door and sagged into my swivel chair to contemplate the future. It sure didn't seem like I had much of one here anymore. "Shit! I'm a damn good engineer and she knows it!" I thought. I struggled to control my temper -- it would do me no good to lash out in public; that would only make matters worse. I consciously paced my breathing in an effort to calm myself. Slowly, I felt the blood drain from my face, and my heart slowed to a normal rhythm. "Well!" I thought, "Since you've taken it on yourself to screw me, I'll see to it that you get to finish the job!" I smiled. A vague plan was forming in my mind. It was an evil plan, but then, I've always heard that paybacks were hell! I've been with the company for years, and over time, I've worked on quite a few corporate systems. I was the one who set up the e-mail and calendar servers for the company, and I was the one who set up the computerized phone system. I was the one who helped set up the accounts payable system, the one that recorded expense account records. I'm also the one who left a series of backdoors into every system I've worked on over the years. They were going to come in handy now... "Yes Marcie -- Brian's out of town on business again. Could I come down and spend the weekend with you? I really hate being in the house alone when he's gone!" Hmm -- Kerri's good friend was on the line. The first thing I'd done was to worm my way into the corporate phone system so that I could listen in on Kerri's private conversations. It's amazing how much personal info a person will give out when they think their conversations are private. "What's that? Oh -- no, I understand. I'll just stay by the pool and work on killing those tan lines! Some other time, perhaps!" Perfect! I'd been monitoring the little bitch for weeks now. I'd intercepted her e-mail, read her appointment book, and listened to her phone calls. I'd made a few "adjustments" to her expense records along the way as well. Now it was time for the grand finale! Hubby was gone for the weekend, and Kerri would be at home all by herself! The week passed quickly and uneventfully. By 5:00 p.m. Friday, I had put the final touches on my plan. I had hacked into the computer controlling the security system in Kerri's house. Anyone could break a window or even kick in the door, and no alarm would sound. Of course, I wouldn't be that obvious. Damage that visible would tip her off, and I certainly didn't want that. I knew she usually stopped for a few drinks after work, and I wanted to be well hidden in the house by the time she got home. That last bit of information came the old-fashioned way; I tailed her. I left my car at home and walked the few blocks to the local rental-car agency before heading to her house. I didn't need her having some memory of a car like mine in the neighborhood. Not much use for computer geeks in prison, and I damn sure didn't want to end up as "Bubba's bitch", if you know what I mean. I arrived in her neighborhood at 7:00 p.m., parking in an inconspicuous location a short distance away, then quickly walked the few blocks to her house. Luckily, at this time of the year the sun set early, and my arrival went unnoticed. I checked the contents of my carry bag; some leather cuffs, a gag, and a blindfold from the cock shop on the other side of town, some rope, a few douche kits. Then there was the little "black box". It was a simple device really; one that altered the pitch and frequency of a person's voice so that it was unrecognizable. This was going to be fun! I entered through the back door, easily defeating the high-tech electronic lock, and quickly scouted the house to make sure that we would really be alone. No point in carrying out the operation if there were going to be witnesses. Satisfied that the house was empty, I settled down to wait. Not for long, as it turned out. About twenty minutes after I'd finished checking the house, I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I glanced furtively from behind the curtains to make sure she hadn't picked up a friend at the bar. She hadn't. I made my way to the hall closet and hid. Seconds later the door opened and she was inside. She dropped the mail on the table in the hall and came to the closet to hang up her jacket. Having a masked intruder pounce when she opened the door was not part of her plans. With one move my gloved hand grabbed her throat to stifle her scream, while the other hand held an ether-soaked rag to her face. She crumpled instantly. She awoke shortly thereafter as I waved a vial of smelling salts under her nose. She quickly discovered that she was naked, with her hands cuffed and bound behind her back. Her ankles were also locked into leather restraints. She also realized that she couldn't see a thing; the blindfold made sure of that. She struggled briefly and started to scream. That's when I grabbed her by the throat again. "Shut up bitch!" I spat. The electronic synthesizer did an excellent job of altering my voice. "If you cooperate, you might make it out alive. If you don't cooperate, you most certainly won't. Your call!" There's nothing like a stark contrast to clarify one's choices. Her scream died immediately, replaced by a hiss as she drew in her breath sharply. "What do you want? I can give you lots of money! Money and credit cards! Just please don't hurt me!" Her voice quavered as she spoke. She sounded hopeful. Well, time to put that notion to rest! "Oh I don't want your money! And I am going to hurt you! I'm gonna fuck you every way I can think of and then some!" I couldn't see her eyes, but I could see her mouth gape open and her lips curl down at the corners. That would have to do for now. "I'm gonna start you off slow. You can thank me for that later!" I leered. With that, I sat down on the side of the bed, dragging her with me. Five minutes, and she already had rug burns on her knees! "You're gonna suck my cock and swallow my cum bitch! You won't bite if you know what's good for you!" With that, I grabbed her hair and jammed her face unceremoniously down into my crotch. I wasn't fully hard yet, but I was standing at about half-mast. Her mouth was still gaping open in shock, and I slid right in. I'll give her this much; she at least knew how to follow instructions. As soon as I entered, she closed her lips around my shaft and started sucking; bobbing her head up and down slowly, and laving my cock with her tongue. In moments I was completely hard. The adrenaline was flowing freely; in minutes I felt the pressure build in my balls as they strained for relief. I again grabbed her head with both hands and viciously pumped her head back and forth, jamming my whole length into her mouth. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth and coated my cockshaft as wet slurping sounds escaped from her mouth. Moments later an enormous torrent of cum shot from my pulsing cockhead and flooded her mouth. A few strands dribbled from her lips, but she did manage to swallow most of the flow. My straining cock pumped shot after shot of cum into her mouth and down her throat. "Not bad bitch! Not bad!" I exclaimed. I pushed her away and she fell over backwards landing on her bound arms. She gasped, but made no other sound. Moonlight streaming through the bedroom window illuminated two shiny trails where cum dribbled down her chin. I reached under her armpits and stood her up. She couldn't walk very well with her ankles shackled, but she did manage a shuffling gait as I steered her to the bed. Throwing her face down I whispered in her ear "Now I'm gonna fuck you!" I undid the cuffs holding her wrists together, and flipped her over on her back. Then I tied each wrist to a bedpost, doing the same with her ankles. I paused for a moment, eyeing her. It was a beautiful view, as she lay spread-eagled and bathed in moonlight. Then it was time. I grabbed her tits and mauled them in my hands, savagely pinching her nipples. Another sharp intake of breath followed by a whimper, otherwise, no sound. I sucked her nipples into my mouth, enjoying the feel while squeezing her tits in my hands. I nibbled a bit, but not too hard. It wouldn't do for the police to be able to analyze bite marks. It didn't take long for my dick to achieve another erection. "Here goes, baby!" I whispered. As soon as I said it, I rammed the full length of my rock-hard cockshaft into her cunt. I had expected a scream at that point. I had expected to have trouble ramming my cock into a dry hole. Imaging my surprise when I found that her cunt was dripping wet! "What the hell!!" I exclaimed. Another shock arrived when instead of the anticipated scream. I heard a low moan coming from her throat! "Damn!" I thought; "she likes it!" Well, like it or not, my cock was all the way in her pussy. I was going to get mine regardless. Still biting her nipples, I started fucking in and out of her hole. I fucked her slowly at first, then rapidly increased tempo. To my surprise, even tied to the bed, she started fucking me back, matching me stroke for stroke and laboring against her restraints. Her moans became louder and were interspersed with short gasps. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be! Furiously I rammed into her dripping cunt, but that only inflamed her passion more; she screamed at me, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me your whore! Give me your hard cock!" Well, fine. Just as I came again, her whole body stiffened, and she shuddered in the throes of a huge orgasm. She was still screaming, "You stud! You fucking stud! Oh my God! I'm cumming!" As suddenly as she stiffened, she wilted. Her whole body sagged under my weight. The only sound was our mutual panting and occasional chirps from her as her cunt continued to throb, milking the sperm from my now-flaccid dick. "Well, " I thought, "that wasn't what I expected". Rearranging her restraints, I positioned her face down on the bed, with pillows under her stomach so that her ass pointed up in the air. Then I gagged her and left the room. I thought that it might help to give her some time to think about what might be coming next. I had been afraid for my job; it wouldn't hurt her to be afraid now. I went to the kitchen and checked out the refrigerator. There was quite a lot of bottled water; non-carbonated. Good. I got a glass from the cupboard, and poured in the water. I had seen a liquor cabinet in the living room during my earlier foray. I poured in a little bourbon and sipped the mixture while I pondered what had just happened. She had obviously enjoyed being raped by a stranger. I wondered if she was really that kinky, or if she thought maybe it was her hubby playing games. Well, no matter. She damn sure wasn't going to enjoy what happened next. I finished the drink, washed the glass and put it back in the exact spot it had come from. I took the empty plastic water bottle back upstairs and threw it into my bag. It was coming with me – no evidence left behind. She was still spread-eagled on the bed. I bent down, and looked at her pussy. Globs of her slickness and my sperm dribbled from her hole. When she heard me, she wiggled her ass as if to indicate that she was ready for more action. If only she knew! I removed the gag and shoved my cock in front of her face. "Suck me hard sweetheart! I'm not done with you yet!" Without a word she obeyed, and soon I had another raging erection. I left the gag off; I wanted to hear her scream. I moved behind her and licked my lips in anticipation. "Let's see how you like getting it in your asshole!" I thought. I bent down slightly, and spat on her puckered asshole just to lube it. She sucked her breath in quickly; did I hear her whisper, "Please, no!" Did it matter? I grasped my cock and placed the tip against her tightly puckered asshole. "Take this you bitch!" I cried, and then rammed my full weight against her, driving my cock deep into her ass. This time she screamed, "Oh my God! You're tearing me apart!" "That's the general idea you whore!" I replied. "Aha! This time revenge will be sweet!" I dug my fingers into her hips and proceeded to pound her with all my might. Her screams faded as she forced her head down into the mattress. I was really getting a good rhythm now; a sweaty sheen covered us both. Unbelievably, she raised her head from the mattress and began to thrust back into me! Faster and faster she pounded, matching me stroke for stroke. As she rode my cock, she began grunting with effort. This inspired me to pound even faster. I was getting ready for my third orgasm, and felt the familiar tension begin to build. Suddenly, she threw her head back as far as it would go, and crowed as she shuddered to another orgasm! That did it; with one final thrust I exploded deep into her ass, driving my cock to its full length. I collapsed on top of her, gasping in satisfaction. Unfortunately, as far as my plan was concerned, so was she. Well, I'd deal with that little disappointment later. For now, there was a mess to clean up. I pulled myself away from her, hearing the sucking sounds made by her asshole as my cock pulled free of her orifice. I used the ether to put her under again, and then undid the ropes holding her to the bed. I coiled them up and put them in the bag as well, followed by the leather cuffs and the little-used gag. The blindfold I left in place for the moment. I rolled her over the side of the bed onto the rug. While she lay there, I stripped the linens from the bed, placed them in the washing machine and started it going. The less evidence the better! Finally, I made my way back to the bedroom. I carried her into the attached master bathroom, sat her up on the toilet, and douched her several times with the douche kits I'd packed in the carry bag. There may be a few stray sperm cells left, but there wouldn't be nearly enough for a DNA sample. Next, I washed her face. The once gleaming cum trails I had observed earlier had crusted over. I swabbed them away with a fresh washcloth. When I was done, the empty douche kits and the washcloth went back into the carry sack also. I carried her back to the bedroom and dropped her onto the bare mattress. She bounced a bit, and her hand landed on her savaged pussy; a slight smile played on her lips. The blindfold was the last item to go back into the sack. I dressed quickly. I glanced up and down the street before leaving to make sure no one spotted me, and then walked the few blocks back to the rental car and drove off into the night. I watched the news that weekend. There were no reports of a rape in an upscale neighborhood. Maybe she'd just decided to live with it. I was in the office bright and early Monday. I glanced up as she came into the office. She was walking a bit gingerly. Apparently there had been some aftereffects after all. Just as she minced by my door, I heard the Vice President call her. Something about wanting to review her expense account... Taken He had me against the wall. My hands were spread, giving me support. My cheek leaned against the tapestry hanging in front of me. His hands moved down my sides, over my hips, to my thighs. Leaning in close to my ear, he whispered, “I need to fuck you.” I closed my eyes on a moan. I love it when he takes complete control of me, not giving me any options. My blood was pounding, my pussy was wet. Leaning against me, he pushed me harder against the wall. I could feel his groin press against my ass. He was hard and throbbing in his jeans. His hands moved slowly up under my dress, skimming my skin with a feather-touch. It was just enough to drive me crazy. I moaned and begged for him to touch me. He just chuckled in my ear. His fingers moved up my thighs to cup my ass cheeks. With two fingers, he pulled the back of my panties together and up, forcing the material to tug up against my pussy. I moaned and pushed back against him. Sliding my panties up and down, he fucked me with the material. My clit was swollen by the time he slid his finger over me, briefly touching me. I moaned and closed my eyes. His hands moved, letting go of my panties. His fingers grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading roughly. He asked me if I wanted to be fucked, if I needed to have his cock buried inside me. “Yes! Fuck me!” I screamed. I threw my head back begging him. His hands pushed my dress up over my hips. His fingers wrapped themselves around my panties and and pulled, tearing the material from me. I grunted, relishing the freedom and the roughness. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he pulled me back against him. With his other hand, he tore the front of my dress open, buttons popping everywhere. I smiled and moaned as his hand savagely cupped my breast. He pushed his groin against my ass again, pressing and grinding against me. My pussy was dripping, throbbing between my legs. “Fuck me! For God’s sake, fuck me! Give me your fucking cock!” I was wild, begging him to be inside me. He laughed and tore my bra down releasing my breasts. When his thumb and forefinger pinched my hard nipple I felt as if I would cum just from that. His arm gripped me tighter around the waist, his hand splayed across my stomach. “You want my cock, don’t you? You want me to bury my cock in your pussy and fuck you. Fuck you hard in your tight little cunt. Don’t you?” His fingers pulled on my nipple, twisting slightly as he pulled it away from my body. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” I was tossing my head around, grinding my ass back against him, begging him to fuck me. His hand moved down my stomach and slipped over my pussy. He cupped me without touching me. I could feel the heat from his hand. I wanted him to touch me, to stroke me, to push inside me. I tried to lower my pussy onto his hand but he held me firm. His hands moved up my body again. He slipped the rest of my dress off me, then my bra. He pushed my naked body against the wall, pressing his still fully clothed body against my back. “You’re not getting my cock until I’m ready to give it to you.” He drilled his groin against me again. Sliding a hand between my legs, he spread my legs wide. “Stand still. Don’t move.” I felt him walk away from me. I didn’t move. I knew if I did I wouldn’t get what I wanted. I heard him come back. Sliding a hand around my waist again, he pulled my ass out away from the wall. “Don’t move.” Suddenly I felt something cold run down my bare back. Wine. I could smell the sweetness of it. It rolled down my back, sliding between my ass cheeks, dipping down between my legs and over my pussy. It was cold and wet and it made me throb. He leaned down and slowly licked the wine from my back. His tongue worked slowly across my skin. His hands held my hips, holding me in place. Down my back, his tongue slid easily over my skin. When his tongue reached just above my ass, I held my breath. Then I felt more wine poured over me. His tongue followed it again, licking every last drop. I felt him kneel behind me. He poured more wine. This time, he slipped between my legs and swallowed the wine as it rolled over and dripped from my pussy. His mouth, his tongue were close enough to me so I could feel them but he never actually touched me with them. His hands held my ass, his finger digging into me. The wine flowed over me, coating my pussy. I was begging again, begging to be fucked hard. The tone changed. His hands lightened on me. His touch was more caressing, less aggressive. Using his mouth, he trailed kisses over my inner thighs, moving from one thigh to the other. His kisses moved closer and closer to my pussy but he never touched it. Instead, his hands and his mouth caressed my skin. As his lips touched my inner thighs, his hands stroked down the back of my legs. Nearly whimpering, I tried to lower my mound to his mouth. He moved away from me, leaving me empty. Standing behind me, he ran his hands up my hips to my waist and held firm. His body didn’t touch me. His lips touched the back of my neck, moved trailing kisses up under my right ear. When his hands moved around to my stomach and upwards to cup my breasts, he was gentle this time. With feather-light fingers, he teased my nipples. As his fingers moved across my nubs, they hardened even more. Every nerve ending in my body was alive. Just as my body was adjusting to this new, softer touch, he leaned against me, pushing me against the wall again. His hands moved down to my hips, grabbing hold. “Are you ready for me? Are you ready to be taken? To be fucked?” He whispered it in my ear. His tongue snaked out to lick my neck. I moaned, closing my eyes, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me.” I heard his zipper. My pussy throbbed. I was so wet. I could feel my juices running down my leg. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d begged for a cock. I closed my eyes as I felt him moving behind me. I could almost imagine how his cock would feel, filling me. My clit felt huge, like it was the only thing between my legs. So far, he hadn’t touched me there. He hadn’t laid so much as a finger against my pussy. I couldn’t wait much longer. Lost in my thoughts, I opened my eyes when I felt the tip of his cock against my ass. He rubbed the tip over my ass cheeks, sliding it into my crack. Up and down, left and right. He felt huge, harder than ever. “This what you want? You want my cock inside you, filling you? Do you want it in your pussy? In your ass? Where do you want it, baby? Where do you want me to fuck you?” He kept rubbing his cock against me but never touching me where I needed it. “Fuck me. Just fuck me! I don’t care where. Just ram it in my and fuck me!” I was pushing against the way, pushing myself back against him harder. His hand moved to my waist again and he pulled me back against him. “Open your legs wider.” I did and closed my eyes again. “Here it comes, baby. Here’s my hard cock.” With one hard thrust, he rammed his cock all the way inside my aching pussy. I cried out in a huge orgasm, my body shaking and tensing as he slammed into my cunt and then pulled all the way out. As he thrust into me again, filling me, my pussy tightened around him. I was moaning, thrashing back against him. His one hand held my waist while his other hand wrapped around his cock, holding the last inch or two of him from me. “Is this what you want, baby? You want all my cock?” I have no idea if I answered him. I was wild, moaning and grunting, pushing back against him. His cock was all I was centered on. With another thrust of his hips, his cock filled me. This time, he moved his hand and I got the entire length of him in my pussy. He was long, thick and filling me to breaking. He fucked me with short, hard bursts, slapping his heavy balls against me. I came again, my muscles gripping his tool inside me, holding him. Keeping his cock inside me, he moved slightly, lifting my left leg up. This made his cock go even deeper inside me. He fucked me hard now, pulling his cock nearly all the way out of me, holding so the tip just filled my lips and then slamming his way back in. I was one giant orgasm. My pussy wouldn’t stop throbbing. I was screaming, begging, throwing my head from side to side. He reached up with one hand and cupped my tit. His hand was rough, squeezing me, pulling on my nipple. He rammed his cock into me over and over again, fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t care if there was or wasn’t. He was fucking me and that was all the mattered. My pussy made a slurping sound as he pulled his cock all the way out. Turning me around, he backed me against the wall. Lifting me, he told me to wrap my legs around him. I did and he thrust his cock back inside my pussy. My hands grabbed hold of his shoulders, holding on as me pummeled me against the wall. My breasts bounced up and down as he pistoned into me. His cock was getting thicker, harder inside me. I felt another wild orgasm tear through me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and marked him, my nails drawing blood. He grunted and tilted upwards filling me at a different angle. “Oh fuck! Fuck me hard. Harder!” He grunted for me to open my eyes. I did and watched his face as he rammed his cock into me again three or four more times. His eyes closed and he moaned out something I couldn’t understand. All I knew was his cock was erupting inside me, filling me with his hot cum as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me. I came again and moaned. He stopped moaning, his cock throbbing in my cunt. My pussy tight around him. Our juices dripped down my legs as he lowered my feet to the floor. His cock slid out from me. Reaching down between us, I wrapped my hand around his wet tool and stroked him. He closed his eyes and took a quick breath. Pulling on him slowly, I milked another few drops from him. Leading him by his cock, I led him to the bedroom. He’d taken me. After we slept for a few hours and recharged, I was taking him. All’s fair. Taken Smiles to myself in the mirror as I put on the last touch of my light make up. My hands brushing through my long hair, and I look over myself to see that everything is perfect. My breasts lifted and held by the lovely leather dress. It is laced at the front, and with a short skirt swaying out from my hips and barely covering my naked heart shaped ass. My legs are caressed by black silk stockings, and my feet are slipped into high heeled shoes in suede. In my ears small diamond earrings are piercing through, and around my slender neck there is no jewelry at all. I have been to the club many times before, but this time I have a strange feeling that it will be different. I leave the ladies room, and step into the bigger room where the bar is. Eyes searching for an empty seat and I sashay across the room slowly and over to the vacant seat my eyes found. I order a glass of white wine, and sip it slowly while my eyes slowly move across the room and the people there. Nodding now and then as I see familiar faces, while I small talk with the bartender about everything and nothing... Then, with a soft shock, my eyes meet an intense gaze from across the room, and I am mesmerized... He is tall and rugged, sending my thoughts to a biker type of man, and He has an aura around Him that makes me gasp softly to myself, and take a deeper sip of my wine than I intended to. His eyes calmly take me in and every little inch of me is enjoyed. I sit absolutely still, and I can not tear my eyes from His even if I wanted to. Finally I see His head nod once in a greeting. I happily smile to Him, warm and open, but He turns around slowly. I am strangely disappointed as I turn around myself and sigh a little. Still trembling a bit just meeting those eyes, but I was obviously not what He was seeking. I finish my glass of wine, and pondering on ordering a new one. I can not help it, and turns on my chair letting my eyes seek the room, and I get this lost feeling inside when I can not see Him anywhere. Then suddenly He steps out of the shadows, and walks to the middle of the floor. He stops and His eyes lock with mine in a silent command. I put my empty glass down while gazing back at Him and a strange sensation fills my tummy. He lifts His hand and motions me over, and without hesitation I slip off the barstool and moves slowly across the room. My eyes are glued to His, and by the time I am there – my sex is soaked, and I am quivering. He is tall. He has to be at least6'4", so He is practically towering over me. He is looking down at me with a little smile playing in the corner of His mouth and speaks for the first time, "Hello, little gem," He says quietly, and His voice has that southern, slow drawl to it. Dark, raspy and dripping with power. It hits me like a ton of led, and I have to lick my dry lips slowly before I can find my voice and smiles, "Hello, Sir." There is silence now ~ His eyes taking me in – and I feel naked under His intense gaze. –"Undress, gem." He says with that intense voice and His eyes suddenly changes. The dominance in them is glittering – and I gasp softly feeling that as a jolt through my entire body. I hesitate for a moment. Just long enough to see His eyebrow raise, and then my trembling fingers unlace the dress in front, and slowly I let it slip from my shoulders, down my breasts and over my hips. I look at him with a shy little smile as the dress slowly sails to the floor leaving my feet in a sea of black leather. All I have on is a pair of exquisite silk stockings and my shoes, and keep my gaze to His. He just stands there, not a word falls from His lips, so I step gracefully out of my shoes, and with shivering hands I roll my stockings down slowly until I am standing completely naked before Him. My nipples have already budded intensely, and I take deep breaths in a rather futile attempt to calm myself down. He looks at me for a small eternity and a soft touch from His hand on my hair. He touches my face and my shoulders. He lets His hand softly brush over my tummy and my waist. My shoulders are touched, my very core of self being is touched...even though He is avoiding my aching breasts and my throbbing sex. I am lost in His eyes and His presence. Small trembles are still running through me, and my excitement is so clear for all to see. Some of my closer friends are smiling but they are also incredibly surprised to see me undress just like that, and without even a word spoken. They know how shy I am, but also how lonely I have been. They know there have been Masters wanting me as theirs, but that I have declined. Not because I was difficult, but simply because the Ones asking me, did not touch me deep enough. To me submission was more than a game – to me submission was giving it all – willingly, freely and totally. He smiled to me now, seeing the tears form in my eyes, but also seeing the pride in them as I stood there naked before the entire room. I know we are not alone, and I sense eyes on me, but my eyes are locked with Him in a quiet song. The melody only Him and me are hearing. He speaks quietly, "Display yourself, little gem," and since I am not sure what He means, I just turn around slowly where I stand, I am doing a full circle while my fingers dance over my full body. I am grazing hard nipples and letting my hands touch their way down over my tummy and slowly over my petals. I gasp then, feeling a soft shock as I meet wetness there, not only a kiss of moist. My back is turned to Him when I bend over slightly, and open my as cheeks with my hands. I blush very sharply, and my tears are still running down my face. I am so embarrassed and want to hide, but the other part of me is proud, giving and without any shame inside... I meet the eyes of a friend, and He asks without words...just using His eyes, "Are you ok?" I smile to Him as I turn around completely – facing my captivator once again. His eyes are warm and proud – and He nods again, "Excellent, gem. Excellent!" Then he sat down in the chair calmly and looked up at me with those intense eyes, "kneel, my little gem." He said, and His voice left no room for hesitance, so slowly I pooled at His feet and without thinking my legs spread widely. My hands resting on my thighs with their palms up. I kept my back straight, and with a small shiver, I pushed my shoulders back and kept my head high. The room had only a soft buzz of voices now. Here and there someone had been playing, but they had stopped as if they felt the electricity in the room. We were undoubtedly the center of the attention. The tall, rugged stranger with the intense eyes. And me, the petite blonde - so shamelessly displayed. His hand moved to my throat, and it was slowly closing around it. He leaned in and His lips touched my ears, and I heard Him whisper, "You are Mine from now on!" I was so shocked when I heard His words. He sat there so confidant. He was dressed very casually in a snow white t-shirt, tight faded jeans, boots. Sharp dressed men were there in their expensive Italian suits and the exquisite silk shirts. Some in leather or fetish kind of clothes, and some of the men were indeed drop dead handsome. Nevertheless - my eyes only saw this tall, rugged stranger and it hit me so hard, knowing I needed Him to live and to breathe. His eyes narrowed as I still had not answered Him, not that it was anything to answer. He had stated it. I was His, and I nodded, and finally I whispered, "Yours." I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. For all that I knew He could be a mean man, brutal - maybe even married, but I knew I did not care. Because I was indeed –His-. I was purring softly from the touch of His hand around my throat and I saw His hand slip to His pocket bringing out a lovely handcrafted collar. Wonderfully created in white and yellow gold entwined and braided and it had a small lock at the back. His hand reached for me, and I took it. A gasp floated through the room as He opened His jeans and pulled out His rock hard manhood. His arousal was clear to see for everyone, and my own scent was hanging heavy in the air. My lips opened willingly and without any shame, and He pushed His hard cock inside, all the way down my throat. The collar slipped around my neck, and as the soft click of the little lock was heard, almost like thunder in my ears, He came with a load moan and it was sending my own body into orgasmic shivers. I cried around His pulsing cock as Wwe came, and I was His. Taken a fictitious adventure brought to you by bunny bondage. The skin on her wrists had been torn and rubbed raw from the leather bindings that held them behind her back. Her vision had been lost in a blindfold for what seemed like hours. The biting chill of the air around her had long ago numbed her flesh to its cold embrace, but the pain in her knees only worsened as she knelt on the hard wooden floor. She dared not speak, a lesson learned from the first time she had tried. A strong hand had wrapped around her throat. Her initial reaction had been a pleasant shudder from the warmth of his skin on her own, but she quickly realized he did not mean to comfort her, only silence her cries. She had lost consciousness, slumped down to the unforgiving floor, only to be jerked back into position, her quick recovery rewarded by only a stinging slap across her face. She maintained her silent vigil over nothing, fear and curiosity warring within her. She couldn't remember how she ended up like this. She had been walking home from the university around 1:30 to eat lunch on a break between classes when....her memory became a hazy blur of images leading to her waking up here. The chill air quickly informed her of her nudity, and the discovery of her bonds came when she tried to move. A hand had roughly grabbed her hair and jerked her upright. Something sharp digging into her throat told her that this was how she should remain. And she was still in this position, knelt as if to pray. It had been at least half an hour since she had heard any movement, felt anyone near her, and she was beginning to think she was alone. Slowly, quietly, she began an attempt to undo the knots holding her hands in place behind her. She hardly moved at all, she was being so careful. The task was hard as the leather had been tied tightly, but if she kept at it, she could probably undo them. After that, the ones on her ankles would be a snap. Optimistically, she tugged on the cord. In retrospect, she would realize that she had heard his footfall right before she felt his boot in her back. She was pushed face first into the ground. His weight pressed down cruelly on her. Whimpering, she squirmed underneath the pain, and finally soft cries of "please" could be heard from her wet lips. Tears welled up in her eyes, and were soaked into the blindfold. "Why can't you just be a good little girl and sit still?" his gruff voice whispered above her. She was sobbing now. Her body shook and jerked beneath his foot, her desperate cries becoming louder at the realization of her complete capture. She was trapped. At length, he removed his foot from her body, and she lay on the floor, a wet quivering mass. She jerked instinctively when his hand touched her face, but he did not strike her, he instead gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. A soft whisper of "shhhhh" tickled her skin as he brought his lips near hers. He continued stroking her face and gently kissing her until she was calm. She lay there breathing heavily, enjoying the tenderness of his touch. Gently gathering her hair behind her neck in a bunch, he twined his fingers into it and jerked her upright into position. She again took to sobbing. He seemed to have disappeared, but she knew he must be there, he must be watching. So she waited. Surely whatever he had in mind he could just do and get it over with. The pain in her knees spread throughout her entire body, and her back was beginning to ache badly. She was thirsty, and somehow it seemed to be colder than before. Her whole body shivered, the tears on her face and body adding intensity to her punishment. She found herself wishing he would come back. She wanted the warmth of his skin, the way he quickened her heart. Time was now measured by the increasing pain in her body. She had to move, she had to get warm, she had to drink something. She had to get his attention. So, giving up, she sat down. The ease on her muscles was enough to make her sigh with relief. No sooner than her ecstasy had begun, it was over. His hands gripped her shoulders forcing her forward onto the floor. His knee dug into her calves as he forced her head down, bending her over at the waist. Before she was fully aware of the situation, a sharp pain on her thigh sent a shriek sailing out of her throat. A hail of blows landed on her skin and she cried with pain as she struggled upward against his hand. It was useless, and she finally relaxed against his discipline and cried softly into the floor. The pain continued to blaze on the skin of her ass and the back of her thighs. She lay limp in this pose, feeling humiliated, receiving her punishment without resistance. When he finally stopped, her skin felt hot and the small rivulets of blood were warm. She was gently propped upright and a cup was placed at her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth to receive the gift of warm water. It felt so good going down her throat, the heat spreading throughout her body. The temporary shift in position had relieved several cramps, and the comforting flame alive in her flesh weakened the effect of the cold. She was contented. But the searing in her skin soon cooled, leaving only the stinging pain that seized her muscles. The blindfold had become a wet rag absorbing the cold air around it and intensifying the chill against her skin. The pain seemed more real with every passing second, and she was senseless with agony. She knew she now relied on him, needed him. And so she submitted to her need in the only way she could. She drew a breath past her cracked lips and raggedly whispered, "Please, Sir." Later, she would think that he must have been close by. His hands were on her in a second. She moaned at the sensation while arching her body away from him as his nails dug painful lines in her back. Feeling only this, she failed to notice the bonds holding her ankles being cut. A hand at her throat urged her to stand. Her legs were quaking weakly beneath her. A strong arm gently wrapped around her body and she leaned on him. Seeing nothing, she relied on his guidance. Stumbling, she was led forward until her thighs bumped into something. Lifting her bound hands upward behind her back, he forced her torso down to the table. She looked so helpless, so cute. Her little ponytail was a mess, her face was red from crying, welts were forming all over her backside; she was his masterpiece. Any struggle, any movement at all was rewarded with a stinging slap to the side of her thigh, or perhaps a threat whispered into her ear as he held her hair in a fist. It didn't take her long to learn, she was soon quiet and still. The pain in her knees subsided with a rush of pleasure and her weary muscles leaned on the table gratefully. Her bound hands felt so much better resting on her back than they did dangling from her aching shoulders. She was relieved and almost happy. Her breath came slowly and her tears had subsided enough for her to hear him moving around in the room. He was pacing around her, studying her, observing her. This luscious little thing was entirely his. She was too weak to fight, even without the bindings. And now she lay before him, her legs opened giving him a view of the pink folds of her pussy. The surrounding flesh was even brighter with red lines glowing against her snow white skin : erotic luminescence. She shuddered as he brushed his fingers lightly across his creation, his artwork created on her skin. His caress continued and she allowed herself to focus on the roughness of his hand, the tenderness of his touch, the warmth of his flesh. Absorbed in the sensations he gave her, she mumbled soft moans and whispers. "Shhh..." he said gently as he sunk his fingers into a particularly colorful area of skin. Gasping sharply, she wanted to pull away, to flinch, but her body would not respond. Hunger, strain, apathy all made her body weak. She remained motionless as he ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh, sliding them up her skin until he barely grazed her shaved mound. Catching her breath in her throat, she froze, waiting. Running his fingertips along the smooth wet skin of her pussy, he coated them with her juices and put them to her lips. Without thinking, she flicked her tongue over the surface and soon began hungrily sucking her flavor from his skin. It wasn't long before he took away his hand, pulled her head to the edge of the table, and placed his cock at her mouth. His hands twined in her hair guided her movements and she didn't try to resist. Instead, she pulled at the soft skin of his cock with her tongue and suckled the head like candy. "Do you want it?" he whispered as he withdrew himself from her mouth. "Yes." she quickly replied. "Ask nicely" he sneered as he tightened his fist in her hair. She began to whimper, and her lower lip quivered with impending tears. Softly, she whispered ".....please, sir" Her head thumped on the table as he released his grip. She soon felt the warm smooth head of his cock pushing against the slick skin of her pussy. Slowly he entered her, pushing himself into her bit by bit, relishing the quakes and shivers in his wet little prize. He began gently pumping her, and she easily fell into his rhythm, pushing her hips against his and rocking her body with every thrust. His hands around her hips awakened the pain stitched into the skin, and the burn blended with the pleasure she felt. Suddenly awakened from this sexual daze, she moaned as he increased his pace and began forcefully pulling her hips back onto him. Her moaning became louder as she lost herself in the ache consuming her skin. The sound of flesh striking flesh suddenly filled the room followed by a soft "Shh...quiet, baby." She whimpered compliance and urged herself to pay attention to her voice. He continued pounding into her, his firm hold on her hips controlling her movement. Still bound behind her back, her hands were clenched into fists, and he smiled at the sight of her body tamed and bound for him, her calf muscles tensing as she tried to keep her feet under her, her frame shaking as she came over and over in spite of herself. Weakened, she gladly allowed herself to be moved and relinquished control of her body to him. Her hips moved under his command and thumped down onto the table as he withdrew from her. Moving near her face, he positioned himself near her lips. The distinctive flavors of their bodies filled her mouth as she greedily licked her cum from his cock. He gently stroked her hair, admiring his pet, her little tongue working so hard to clean him completely. Savoring the sight only a while longer, he removed himself from her mouth and gently replaced her head on the table. Slowly walking back to her upturned ass, he traced his nails along her ribs stirring a gasp in her body and leaving bright red testimony of his ownership. She bit her lip to silence a cry as he suddenly plunged into her again. Quickly pushing himself deeply into her body, he left matching dots of bruises on her hips where his fingers dug into her flesh. All restraint was broken and she couldn't help but scream as he furiously took her. Leaning forward, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her back onto him with such force that shrieked sobs mingled with her moans. Screaming and begging with complete abandon, she was shocked into silence as he forced his hands under her waist pulled her downward to the floor. Gently easing her onto her back, he smiled as the cold floor sent shivers through her body. Her bound hands folded uncomfortably beneath her and dug into the small of her back as she shifted her arms in an effort relieve the pain. She was still becoming acquainted with her new pose when she heard him catch his breath and felt warm splashes on her cheeks and chest. Holding her breath, she continued to lay on the floor waiting for his hands to lift her. But as his cum cooled on her skin and the pain dulled throughout her body, she began to realize she was alone. Sitting up, she called out, but went unanswered. Too weak to cry, she simply collapsed onto the floor and fell into a troubled sleep. Taken I would like to thank Stockton13 for her friendship and feedback prior to posting. There are alternate endings and would appreciate feedback on which one is more enjoyable (for future writings)? I walk into my house and see a note on the table. It says to go over to the couch, put on the blindfold that is there, sit and wait for me to come home. Although it was probably only 10 minutes or so, it seemed like hours. My imagination of what was coming both excited and frightened me. The front door opened and I heard footsteps coming towards me. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Nothing had happened, I had not been touched but I felt a tingling all over and began shaking with anticipation. My darkened world only allowed me to listen and the 10 or so steps from the door to the couch took an eternity. I felt his presence right above me but he didn't say a word. His hand then touched mine and I jumped back and pulled away but he held on and I felt comforted by his touch. He raised my hands until my arms were outstretched and I slowly stood up. He held on as he stepped behind me and lowered my hands to my sides. His hands then began to lightly massage my neck but he still remained quiet. His right hand moved lower and rubbed from my neck to the small of my back. His other hand reached around and began slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I stood there paralyzed by his touch and felt a warmness envelop my body. When all my buttons were undone his left arm wrapped around my taut waist and his hand rested on the small of my back. His right hand expertly removed my bra and shirt. Standing there topless with his left arm still wrapped around my body I felt his strength and felt safe and secure. His right hand began massaging my chest and the warmth I felt before got stronger and I could not remember feeling so safe and vulnerable at the same time. I remained quiet and the only hint of my arousal was the wetness that had formed between my legs. This was my only betrayal. With his left arm still wrapped around me, his right hand was now rubbing and pinching my nipples. Then I felt free as his left arm let go and both hands began alternating between rubbing, pinching and caressing my breasts and nipples. A noticeable gasp escaped my lips which was the first apparent sign of excitement, although it would not be long before he would really know what he had done to me. He then moved to my side and his left arm reached between my legs and his hand rested on my ass while he slowly rubbed it and then dragged his hand back through my legs until he rubbed his hand against my pussy. He then took his right arm and reached between my legs until his hand rested on my stomach and gently brushed against my belly ring. He then slowly dragged his hand back through my legs until it rested on my ass, where he massaged each cheek. This was repeated several times until I had my first orgasm. My legs felt weak and I made a low guttural noise. It was then I realized that he un-buttoned my pants as he methodically pulled my zipper down. His left hand pulled from the front while his right pulled from the back until I was standing there blindfolded and in my panties. I could not remember a time where I got so wet without having my clit touched directly. My pussy was on fire and I wanted to be touched, played with and most of all wanted to feel him inside me. He took me and led me a few steps but I was not sure in which direction. He then gently put one hand on the back of my head and the other on my stomach as he slowly bent me over until my hands and face were resting on the table. His nails crossed over my back until they rested on the crack of my ass. It was then that I felt my last piece of clothing being removed. Bent over and fully exposed for his enjoyment and delight. With one hand lightly circling my pussy his other hand began rubbing my ass cheeks. He now knew how much I was enjoying this as it was like a faucet that could not be turned off. He then began to spank me, not hard but hard enough where I got even more turned on. I was ready for anything he wanted and was his for the taking. I would suck on his or any other cock and would put my tongue on another women's tits or pussy. Whatever he wanted he would have. When he stopped spanking me, I wiggled my ass side to side and up and down hoping for one more strike. It was not coming but I did hear the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. The sound of his zipper being lowered and his pants removed. He rested his erection against my ass as he reached around and played with my clit. Within seconds, I began cumming. I let out a scream followed by several more moans of passion. He stood me up, put my hands behind my back and on his cock. I began rubbing it up and down and cupped his balls while continuing to rub him. He somehow felt longer and thicker which turned me on even more. He then picked me up and put me on the couch. He raised my legs, spread them and lowered himself on top of me until his erection rested against my opening and began rubbing it up and down. I felt him enter me and then pull out. He repeated this several times, going deeper inside me each time until I felt his entire length inside me. His pace started slowly but quickened and I knew he could not last much longer. I grabbed onto his ass and tried pushing him deeper and it was then I heard his sounds of passion as he began to twitch and shake as he emptied himself into me. We both laid there completely spent wrapped in each others arms and fell into a sweet slumber. When I awoke a short time later I realized his weight was not longer on top of me and that my blindfold was still on. I removed it just as the phone began to ring. Although groggy I got up to answer it. "Hi honey, I should be home in 10 minutes or so and I picked up some pizza for dinner". The words echoed in my ears as you put down the receiver. Who was here, what had happened? I quickly got dressed and hid the blindfold. A million emotions went through my head. Who was that who took me to heights I never thought was possible. Do I tell him or not? I decided to remain quiet during dinner but the entire encounter continued playing through my head as I began to get excited again. ENDING # 1 I finally decided I had to tell him and deal with whatever consequences there may be. I sat him down and told him I had something to tell him. He smiled, which made me feel worse and said, before you tell me anything would I tell him where I hid the blindfold so he could put it away for next time. I jumped in his arms and hugged him like I never did before. He looked at me quizzically but I never did tell him what doubts had gone through my mind. ENDING # 2 It was then the phone rang and broke my trance. I picked it up and heard a voice say, "if you enjoyed today's encounter you should do the same thing tomorrow at 2 PM". I hung up the phone without saying a word and when asked just said it was a wrong number. I sat there knowing that at 2 PM tomorrow I would be in position, like instructed for a repeat encounter. My arousal had started again and I could not wait for my relief that would certainly come tomorrow. Taken Gail stirred in the darkness and opened her eyes. Her room was familiar and comforting but something prickled in the back of her mind. Still fuzzy with sleep, she tried to marshal her thoughts, picking through her half-formed impressions, trying to place the feeling of wrongness. She listened, but the sound of her own heart in her head, pounding wildly, drowned out every other sound. She blinked, once, twice, trying to see through the gloom of the early morning hours. Her nose twitched, itching, as a faint miasma of expensive cologne, mingled with hay and dust assailed her nostrils. She sat up suddenly alert, straining to see or hear. Somebody was in the room. She swivelled her head from side to side, opening her mouth to speak, even to scream, as the bed dipped with the weight of a person sitting next to her. She drew a deep breath, ready to scream, as a cloth bag, musty-smelling and close-knit was thrust over her head. She screamed, but the cloth covered her mouth and muffled the sound to little more than a whisper. Gail felt a cord being drawn tight around her neck, closing the bag so that she was blinded. She tried to untangle her arms and legs from her bedclothes but she was too slow and the next thing she knew, someone had ripped the sheets covering her, leaving her sitting on the bed, wearing only her pyjamas. Gail tried to shuffle away from the person sitting on her bed, but a hard hand reached out and grabbed the cotton of her pyjama top. She froze as the hand pulled her closer. Gail could smell a man's breath, soured by beer, through the mustiness of the hood. Fingers fumbled with the buttons of her pyjama jacket opening them and pushing the material aside to expose her tender, rounded breasts. Hard calloused fingers pinched and twisted her sweet nipple, making her gasp in pain. "Careful," a deep voice growled from the other side of the room, "the boss said she wasn't to be marked or damaged and you know what he did to the last one who marked the merchandise." "It'll fade," a voice whined in her ear, "and by the time we get her to the farm we can say she did it to herself." The hands tugged at her pyjama jacket, tearing it off and leaving her breasts and belly uncovered. Gail shivered as the cold air played across her torso, chilling her nipples into hard erect points. The hard hand, that had grabbed her pyjama jacket, pushed hard against her chest, sending her sprawling backwards. She felt hot fingers hooking over the elastic of her pyjama pants and pulling them down, leaving her naked. Strong hands grabbed her and rolled her onto her belly, pinning her to the bed. Gail felt fingers digging cruelly into her wrists and dragging them behind her back. She desperately wriggled struggling to break his hold, but her attacker was too strong and it took only seconds for his partner to join him and fasten her hands together. One of them pinned her legs and the other fastened her ankles to a short length of rope. Once she was pinioned they grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. Gail hobbled, blind and naked, their hard hands holding her upper arms tightly, along the landing and down the stairs as her captors dragged her out of her house. She could feel the gravel of her path, cutting painfully into her feet and then she was lifted and flung into the back of a van. She could smell dogs and the sour smell of old vomit on the rough sacking that padded the floor. Doors were slammed and the van pulled away from the kerb. The ride seemed to last forever. Gail was jostled and bounced across the floor of the van, banging her elbows and hips painfully against the lining of the van walls. The sour-sweet smell and the heavy musk from some animal made her stomach roil and cramp painfully. The van jerked to a halt, brakes screeching and the rumble of the diesel engine died. The doors were flung open and a wave of cooler air washed over her naked body. Even through the hood, Gail could feel the change in temperature and taste a sweeter aroma than the tainted air of the van. The inside of her hood was slick with sweat that had run down her face to sting her eyes and goosebumps popped up over her body as the draught cooled the sheen of moisture on her skin. Gail was hauled roughly out of the van and set upon her feet. She gratefully gulped huge breaths of the fresher air, catching the smells of hay and horses, with a sharper tang of freshly sawn wood. A hard finger prodded her in the back, pushing her forwards. She tottered along; her normally long stride shortened by the rope between her ankles, feeling smooth, varnished planks beneath her feet. The smell of sawn wood got stronger and she heard the sound of a lock being opened. A hard shove in the small of her back sent her sprawling, she felt a weight on her back and the cold kiss of a knife blade as it sliced through the cords around her wrists. Before she could move, the weight was gone and a door slammed behind her. Gail clawed at the cord around her neck and pulled the hood off, then reached down to unfasten the rope around her ankles. The room was brightly lit by fluorescent lights in wire cages on the ceiling. The door had no handle and the walls were white-painted blocks, with no window. A narrow bed, with a thin mattress, occupied one wall and a covered bucket stood in the opposite corner. The ceiling was about ten feet high, well beyond her reach, even standing on the bed. The floor was bare, varnished, planking. There was no other furniture, no bedclothes and only the hood and the lengths of rope that had been used to bind her had been left in the room with her. In the corner of the ceiling, a blind, opaque glass eye marked the location of a video camera and a black plastic grill hid a speaker and microphone. Gail crossed to the door and pounded her fists against the wood. The door stayed tightly shut, the frame unyielding. She thought of screaming and yelling, anything to attract attention, but deep down she knew that the only people who would come would be her captor and, thinking about what they might do if she became too troublesome, she decided to wait awhile. Crossing to the bed, she sat on the edge of the mattress and looked around the bare walls. The bed was narrower than an ordinary single bed and fastened to the floor, with a gap between it and the wall. Gail noticed that the bedposts had stout metal eyelets fitted into the wood, almost at floor level and another set, close to the top of the posts. She reached out to touch the smooth metal, feeling the cold smoothness against her fingertips, realising that the loops had been spaced to conform to her precise measurements. A frisson of fear streaked through her nerves as she realised that they must have watched and followed her for months. Gail heard the click of a key being turned and the door swung open. A tall slender brunette stood in the doorway, watching for a moment, moved into the room. She was naked and carried a tray with a plastic bowl of thin oatmeal. Gail made to move towards her as a tall, muscular man stepped into the opening. In his hand he carried a cattle prod that crackled menacingly. The brunette placed the tray on the floor, picked up the hood and remains of her bindings and backed away. Both of them stepped into the corridor and slammed the door closed. Gail picked up the tray and forced herself to eat the cold, tasteless slop in the bowl. The brunette had not spoken or even looked at Gail, paying her less attention than an insect. Gail finished the food and placed the tray on the floor. She could still feel the griping pangs of hunger and her throat was parched. Her mouth had the gritty feel and sour taste of dehydration and she could feel her thoughts becoming woolly. She tried to shout, to attract attention, but all she could manage was a weak, rasping croak. She lay on the narrow bed and closed her eyes against the hot, stinging tears of despair. Gail had no idea how long she had been kept in the room. The lights burned continuously and, no matter which way she laid on the bed, the mattress was too short and narrow for her to rest comfortably. Even the bowls of thin oatmeal that were the only food offered to her, were brought at irregular, varying intervals. The brunette who brought and collected the trays neither looked at her, nor spoke to her. Gail tried to concoct schemes to overpower her captors and paced her cell and performing abdominal curls and press-ups on the narrow strip of floor. Gail felt that three or four days had passed when her captivity changed. The door opened and, as always, she stood quickly. The door swung wide and, instead of the brunette who brought her food, two of her guards stood in the corridor. One of them swung his cattle prod menacingly, while the other stepped into the room and smoothly covered her head with a coarse canvas hood. She felt the tightening of a cord around her neck and then rough hands shoved her through the door and into the corridor. Gail walked along the corridor, rough hands prodding her onwards and guiding her, so that she did not crash into the walls. Gail stumbled into a large, brightly lit room with hot lights beamed upon her. The hands jerked her to a halt and she heard footsteps moving away. Gail could smell hay and horses, with an underlying coppery tang of spilt blood. She swung her head from side to side, sweeping the room for any sounds that might lend a clue to what was about to happen, or where she was. "Stand still!" a voice barked in her ear. Gail froze, her head facing straight ahead. She felt the brush of air on her skin as somebody moved close to her and a whiff of expensive after-shave tickled her nostrils. She could hear the deep sighing of his breath as he slowly circled her. A warm hand, slightly roughened, brushed against her smooth, velvety belly, the splayed hand moving gradually upwards, over her ribs, until the long fingers curled beneath the gentle swell of her breast. She felt the pressure of his fingers, cradling and kneading the taut mound, then sliding over her skin to rest lightly on the nub of her nipple. His fingers plucked at the tender flesh, squeezing and rolling until he could feel it swelling and stiffening. She felt the hand release its grip on her breast and slide between her thighs, the tip of one finger seeking out and caressing the dry lips of her sex. She gasped inside the hood, as he thrust his finger into her dry passage, tears of pain wetting the inside of the canvas hood. The rasp of his dry fingers against the delicate, tender tissues of her pussy burned unpleasantly. She sighed, silently, in relief as he pulled his finger from inside her opening. She could sense him moving around behind her and then his hands were on her buttocks, spreading them to display the puckered ring of her anus. Gail moaned softly as her anus was stretched and invaded by his hard dry finger. The pain in her backside brought hot tears to her eyes and the burning sensation between her buttocks was enough to make her head spin. "Rather dry." said a cultured voice, close to her ear. "But unmarked, Sir, and untrained." the first voice replied., "We thought that you might like to oversee that yourself, or we could train her to your requirements before delivery." "Have her transferred to my wing. I shall arrange payment and then meet you in my quarters." the cultured voice purred. Gail was led from under the bright lights, along another corridor and down a shallow flight of stone or concrete steps. The air felt cooler and damper than before, gossebumps rising on her bare skin and her nipples hardening as she climbed down the steps. The floor, beneath her feet, felt like cold stone and the slap of her bare soles echoed, dismally. The hard hand shoved her, so that she stumbled, sprawling, into another room and a heavy door slammed behind her. She heard the scrape of a chair against the stone flags and a faint creaking as somebody lowered their weight onto it. Hands grabbed her arms and legs, swinging her through the air and lowering her onto a padded table. Her knees were forced wide apart and leather straps looped around her thighs, fastening her tightly. A broad band of leather was buckled across her belly and her wrists were hauled over her head and lashed together. Gail heard footsteps receding and the sound of the heavy door opening, then closing again. The only sounds in the room were the rasp of Gail's own breath and the loud rhythmic tick of a clock. The chill air, playing across her nipples made them stand hard and erect. Hands fumbled at her throat, unfastening the cord holding the hood closed. The hood was removed and Gail blinked, her eyes streaming in the glare as a tall pale skinned man, with jet black hair, leaned over her. Twisting her head, Gail looked around the room, her eyes scanning the stone walls and straining for a glimpse of any clue as to here location. The walls were lined with shelves bearing thousands of books, some old and dusted with mould and others pristinely new. A large chest, by the door had a number of surgical looking instruments, arranged on a spotless white cloth. Gail swallowed nervously and turned her head away. On the other side of the table, she could see an incredible array of dildos, different sizes and made of different materials. There was a huge one, cast in bronze and polished until it had a mirror smooth surface. She turned her head and looked back at the pale skinned man, taking in his long robe, made of scarlet silk. From the way he moved and the hang of the silk, Gail guessed that he was naked and erect beneath the slick material. He had turned to one of the shelves and returned holding a bottle of clear oil, with a narrow nozzle, in one hand. He moved to the head of the table and turned a small crank, winding it slowly, so that the head of the table slowly rose up, lifting her head. Gail could see down her body, between her rounded breasts and see the smudge of fine hair covering her pussy. Gail's thighs were aching and the leather straps bit painfully into her tender thighs. "Now, Gail, my dear." he addressed her, "I am Andrew and I have paid handsomely to possess you. My employees have watched you for a while and I have decided that such a talented slut as yourself should not be wasted. From now on, you will serve me, in whatever ways I wish. You will address me as 'Master' on pain of the most severe of chastisements. Is that clear?" "What gives you any right to chastise me?" Gail asked. Andrew's reply was to reach out and grasp her tender nipple, digging his nails deeply into the base and pulling, twisting and pinching until Gail screamed hoarsely. The hard bud felt as though he was going to tear it off and leave her bleeding and she could do nothing to stop the pain that flooded her body. She tried to arch her back, but the strap across her belly held her fastened to the table top. He released his grip on her throbbing nipple and rubbed the ball of his thumb against his forefinger, feeling the slickness of her blood, where the skin had broken under his nail. He watched her sobbing and gasping, for a moment, and then reached out, taking her other nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting it until Gail sobbed in pain, again. "I have paid a handsome amount of money to possess you. "Andrew replied, "and you are the one fastened to my table. Unless you enjoy being tortured?" "I-I-I'm sorry, Sir." Gail whimpered. "Please don't hurt me any more." Andrew tilted the oil bottle over the smudge of soft hair between her thighs and poured a thin stream of oil along the narrow slot of her pussy. The chill of the oil made Gail gasp and, as she looked down, she could see tiny droplets of the clear, golden oil clinging to the soft curls. The stream stopped and Andrew poured a little oil over the fingers of his right hand, making them slick and slippery. Gail could only watch as Andrew pressed his fingertip against the narrow slit between the lips of her pussy. The chilled oil eased the burning sensation as he slowly stretched her pussy with his finger. Gradually he eased the tip and then the length of his forefinger inside her, probing gently, but forcefully, between the swollen lips. Once his finger was between her lips, Andrew moved it back and forth, caressing her slowly and gently, until his fingertip brushed the base of her clit. Gail's thighs tightened as Andrew stroked the sensitive bud and her pussy began to ooze wetness between her buttocks and over the tops of her thighs. Gail moaned softly, in the back of her throat, a wordless plea for Andrew to be merciful. Drawing his forefinger slowly out of her oozing pussy, Andrew paused and then pushed two fingers, gradually, inside her. Gail felt his fingertips inching deeper and deeper, filling and stretching her tight passage. The air in the room seemed to become thicker and charged with tension and the smell of her pussy, as she oozed over the table top and between her buttocks. Andrew smiled, evilly, at her and slid his fingers out of her pussy. Gail tightened the muscles of her passage to try drawing his fingers back inside her, but Andrew carried on easing them out of her pussy. Sobbing in frustration, Gail felt her pussy tighten and heard the soft wet noise of her muscles squeezing on the emptiness inside her. As she drew a huge, shuddering breath, she could feel Andrew pressing at her pussy again and, looking down between her spread thighs, she watched him pushing all four of his fingers between the lips of her oozing pussy. Grunting and panting she tried to relax enough for his fingers to slide into her, but all she could feel was the pain of being opened further than she had ever been before. The first joints of his fingers spread her pussy lips, stretching them until she thought that her pussy was tearing. "Please, Sir, you're hurting me." Gail sobbed, "Oh God, you're ripping my pussy open!" "Be quiet slut!" Andrew snarled, "I've paid for you and I'll do whatever I want." "Please, Sir, I'll do anything, just stop." she begged. "I said be quiet, slut! I know how you like to feel your cunt filled. Well now you're going to find out what it's like to have it properly fisted." Andrew growled. "Ohhh Godddd Nooooo!" Gail screamed. As she cried out, Andrew pulled his hand sharply out of her pussy and with his other, he forced her head down, so that she had to watch. With his hand trapping her head, he slowly forced his other hand into her pussy, pushing his fingers and thumb between the lips of her pussy, spreading them until she thought that her tender flesh would split. Horrified, she watched his knuckles, and then his palm, disappearing between the swollen, bruised lips of her pussy, until she could only see his wrist, protruding obscenely from between her thighs. Looking at her horrified expression, Andrew slowly curled his fingers inside her pussy. Gail whimpered like a wounded kitten as she felt his fist bunching inside her and he slowly twisted his arm, turning it inside her. The bones in his wrist pressed against her aching clit and she howled, as her pussy tried to contract with the ripples of a building orgasm. Thick, honeyed juices gushed over his fist, splashing onto the leather top of the table, and her thighs almost vibrated as her muscles tightened around his wrist. Andrew began to pump his fist in and out of Gail's aching pussy, slowly and gently at first, but then jabbing harder and faster. The bone of his wrist rubbed against her rapidly hardening clit and Gail's belly and pussy tightened as he drove her closer and closer to cumming. Gail felt the burning in her pussy subsiding as Andrew's fist filled her, moving slowly inside her. Her nipples had swollen to hard points, almost ready to burst and her dripping pussy was filled with his hard hand. "Oh God!" she moaned, "My cunt is so full, I need to cum, Sir. Please may I cum?" Taken "Gail, you are a greedy slut." Andrew told her, "but I think you deserve to cum." Keeping his hand in her pussy very still, he used the first two fingers of his other hand to ease the tender hood back from her swollen clit and then gently stroke the hard bud of her swollen, erect clit. Gail's body spasmed as her muscles bunched beneath her skin and the leather straps cut into her thighs and belly. As Andrew's fingers moved faster, on her clit, Gail felt the pressure inside building, until she came in a rush of sticky sweet fluids. Andrew slowly straightened his fingers and eased his hand out of her tightly clenched pussy. Gail lay on the table, sobbing in relief as her pussy slowly closed, the lips puffy and bruised from being brutally stretched. She felt Andrew unfastening the straps around her thighs and belly, then the one around her wrists. Slowly, painfully, she brought her hands down and massaged her aching wrists, while she straightened her legs, feeling the tops of her thighs sticky with the juices that had gushed over them from her pussy. Andrew's hand rested lightly on her belly, his fingers rippling in the gentlest of kneading motions against the taut muscles. Gail groaned again, as she felt the tightening in her pussy and the hardening of her womb that heralded her cumming again. The spasms that wracked her exhausted, abused flesh drew a long, howling scream from her lips, as she bucked beneath his diabolical caress. Andrew turned away and strode swiftly to the door, unfastening the lock and stepping into the hallway. The two burly guards who had lifted her onto the table returned and hoisted her between them. Gail's feet barely touched the floor as they half carried, half dragged her back along the corridor to the cell she had been brought from. They threw her onto the narrow mattress and slammed the door, locking her in. Gail curled on the bed and wept from the pain in her pussy and humiliation at the way Andrew had excited her. In his study, Andrew opened his leather bound diary. Opening it to that day's page, he took out an old fountain pen and carefully made a note on the smooth, unmarked page. The note read; "Began breaking Gail. A most rewarding session." Slowly he closed the covers and sat back in the chair, beginning his plans for the next step in his plan. Taken She was a little drunk, so she wasn't really aware of her surroundings as she approached her apartment door. Keys in hand, she fumbled at inserting it into the lock. Two more tries only frustrated her. She leaned her head forward against the door to steady herself as she tried once again to focus on the damn lock. Kim Little was a 23 year-old college student. She had been out with her girlfriends, hitting the bars on the drag, as the students called University Drive. She was wearing a short, tight, white skirt and a short college t-shirt that rose just high enough in the front to reveal her tight, tanned belly. Too many drinks bought by horny college boys had taken their toll. As she leaned forward against the door, her weight caused it to open and she stumbled forward into the room. She caught her balance and instinctively reached over to turn on the lights. Somewhere in the cobweb clouded recesses of her brain she connected to the fact that the door had been unlocked and that the lights she had turned on before leaving were now off. It was too late for that recollection to do her any good however, because as she reached for the light switch, her hand met another hand covering it. She sucked her breath in deeply, preparing for a scream when another hand roughly covered her mouth, cutting off any attempt at a shriek. Eyes wide and panicked, yet seeing nothing in the dark, she began to struggle for the still open doorway. "Hold still, bitch!" a somewhat muffled male voice growled low from behind her. The man used his free arm to wrap around her in a hug, twisting themselves around until he could use his back to push the door closed. "Gag her, man. Don't let her make any noise," she heard the voice say. "I'm on it. Hold her still," another male voice, also muffled, said out of the darkness. Sheer instinct took over at that point. She began to violently squirm and kick. The man holding her from behind tightened his grip harder around her chest. She was about to bite a hunk out of the fingers over her mouth when the man in front of her punched her hard in the stomach, knocking all of the fight out of her. The air whooshed out of her mouth past the man's hand. He let go of her as she collapsed to her knees. She had time just enough time to suck in a desperate breath of air before a cloth was pressed against her mouth and then tied tightly behind her head. Her hands were pulled in front of her and she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs being snapped in place on her wrists. Frantically looking around to try and identify her attackers, she twisted and squirmed, only to be punched again in the belly. "I told you to hold still!" one of the men growled. She lay still, frantically breathing in and out of her nose. She began to cry, which only made breathing that much more difficult. "Get her legs tied," one of the voices said. She heard one of them grunting, struggling with something and then, "Argh...I hate wearing this fucking pantyhose!" She felt what had to be pantyhose wrapped and tied around her ankles. Then, her head was jerked around roughly as a blindfold was tied around her head. "They must have had it on their heads," she thought to herself, "so I couldn't see them." She lay there, trussed up and helpless. Her senses were on overload. She was listening to everything, trying to determine where her attackers were. She couldn't calm down and she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. The lights were turned on. She could hear them stepping around her, walking rapidly. "I got it," she heard one them say. A moment later the television blared on. "Turn it up a little louder," one of the voices said. She lay still, her mind racing with a thousand panicked thoughts. The two men walked over to her and both stopped right next to her. "Shit! That's not her!" the voices said simultaneously. "Damn it, who the hell are you, bitch?" she heard one say. She heard one of them walk around and then the sounds of him going through her purse. "Kim Little, apartment 1215," the voice said disgustedly, "1215! Shit, we're where we're supposed to be. What the fuck?" She heard the other man rustling through his clothing, searching his pockets, followed by, "Holy Shit man, we're in the wrong apartment complex! We're supposed to be at the Lakefront Estates apartments next door! Damn it!" "Okay, it's alright, she doesn't know who we are. Do you, bitch?" he asked her. Lying on her left side, she turned toward the sound of the voices, frantically shaking her head to show them she didn't know them. She heard them walk toward her again, stopping when they were next to her. A foot came forward and nudged her over onto her back. "Hot little thing, isn't she?" She heard one ask the other. "Yeah," the other said, "you think we got time?" "There's always time, dude," the other one replied, "stand her up. Bring her over here." She felt hands reaching under her body, and then she was picked up and placed on her feet. The man behind her held her forearms tight and maneuvered her around the room. She tried to scream, but with the gag, it just wasn't possible. If anything, it only caused her to breathe harder through her nose. She was bounced and half-carried around the room. She felt something soft against her belly and after a moment recognized it as the back of her sofa. Roughly they shoved her forward until she was leaning slightly over the sofa. She put her hands out to catch herself. She got balanced, her elbows into the back of the sofa cushions and her hands on the seat. "Here, use this cord," one man said to the other, "you know what to do." She felt her hands tugged forward as the cord was tied to the handcuff chain. She followed the sound of the footsteps as he walked back around behind her. The voice in front of her said, "Now, we're not going to kill you, unless you give us a reason to." A loop of pantyhose was tied loosely around her neck. "If you make a noise, or fight us, I'll pull this tight around your neck and strangle you. It won't be a quick death." The voice threatened. "You just take what we have to give you and you'll live another day with something to tell your shrink." She nodded her head up and down to show them that she understood. The man behind her untied her legs and forced them wide apart. Something, rope, or cord was tied around each of her ankles. She couldn't tell exactly what was happening but she knew it wasn't good. The men had run the cord underneath the sofa. Her ankles were now attached to the handcuffs. She was bent over the back of the sofa and tied so that any struggling would be pointless. "Don't move or you'll get cut," a voice warned. She felt the cold steel of a knife blade against the skin of her back. The man sliced upward, cutting through her shirt and bra strap like they were made of butter. He moved to each sleeve and cut them. Her shirt and bra were torn from her. A few seconds later and her skirt and thong panties met the same fate. Naked. Naked and tied up, bent over the sofa with two men in the room. Suddenly, and ashamed at her reaction, she felt her pussy getting moist. Her nipples grew tight and erect as they brushed against the sofa cushion. Behind her she heard the alarming sound of a zipper being drawn down. Hands roughly pushed her thighs apart. Reaching up to her pussy, he felt the slickness. "Damn, man. This bitch is wet! You getting excited by this, you little whore?" She heard the other man in front of her chuckling. The man behind her stepped closer and she could feel the heat from his thighs as he moved in behind her. A second later, she felt the hot skin against hers as his cock pushed against her, searching for an entrance. Surprised and shocked at her own reaction, she stood up on her tiptoes, allowing him better access. His hot cock pushed against her wet pussy lips and he gave a hard thrust. "Mmmmnnph!" she moaned against the gag as he slid himself deep inside of her. "Ohhhhhh, I can't believe this," she thought to herself as the man plunged into her. She moaned again as he leaned forward on her back, reaching around to cup her breasts roughly. Taking her moan as encouragement, he pinched her nipples hard and began pounding into her, slamming her pelvis into the back of the sofa. Never before had she felt such feelings. They started deep within inside of her. The hot cock plunging into her was sending tremors throughout her body. She was so wet that she could feel the moisture beginning to slide down her inner thighs. "I can't just sit here watching this," the voice in front of her said. "I'm going to untie this gag," he told her, "one false move and I'll splatter your blood all over this room." She felt a tugging at the back of her head and the gag was untied. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned between deep, gasping breaths of fresh air. "Ohhhhh, give it me," she moaned to the man behind her. She arched up on the very tips of her toes to let him go deeper. Again, she heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down. Seconds later she felt a hot cock against her lips. Pre-cum moistened her lips in the seconds before some hidden instinct deep inside of her caused her to open her mouth to accept his cock. Two cocks, hot and throbbing. One in her pussy and one in her mouth. She came. She came hard. As her pussy clenched and creamed around the cock inside of her, she felt him stop suddenly. He gave one last hard pounding thrust and came, shooting hot spurts into her. She felt it deep inside of her, and her whole body shook in spasms as another orgasm ripped through her. She was careful not to hurt the cock in her mouth as she came. He didn't last long. Now that the cock in her pussy was no longer slamming into her, she could focus on the cock in her mouth. She began to move her tongue around it. Her wet lips sucked him as he slid in and out, back and forth. Seconds later the man shot his cum deep down her throat. She nearly gagged, swallowing as much as she could. He trembled and pushed tight against her as if to shove it all the way down her throat, and then he pulled out. The man behind her slid out of her with a wet sucking sound. She slowly caught her breath, still feeling the effects of a few mini orgasms rippling through her abdomen. "Damn, woman," the voice behind her said, "you're fucking hot." Kim, still blindfolded and tied to the sofa, stood there trying to catch her breath. "So what do we do with her now?" the one that had just taken her from behind asked. "You go ahead and go," the other one said, "I'll take care of her and clean everything up." She heard the other walk to the door, open it and leave. The one that had just fucked her mouth walked to the door and twisted the deadbolt. "What are you going to do to me?" Kim asked carefully, not being able to mask the fear in her voice. He didn't answer, and he didn't move or say anything for a few minutes. Then she heard him walk up behind her. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "First, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Then I'm going to have to take care of you." She felt a cold chill go through her as he said those words. She jumped and strained against the restraints as he roughly entered her from behind. "This will teach you, you fucking slut," he growled. He reached across her back and gagged her again, tying it tighter than ever before. Her body betrayed her. She felt herself responding to his thrusts. The quivering began again and she found herself pushing back against him, positioning her body to allow him to go deeper. She came again. When he felt her go hot and creamy inside, he shot his seed into her as deep as he could go. He pumped into her a few more times as his cock pulsed inside of her. She squeezed him with her pussy, milking the cum from him. He leaned over and untied her gag and blindfold. "Damn, baby. You really outdid yourself tonight," she said, gasping for breath. "Yeah, you were really getting into it," he replied, "was it good?" "Well, you scared the shit out of me at first," she said. He slid out of her and bent down to untie her from the sofa. "You okay?" he asked as he rubbed her ankles and wrists where the restraints had been. "Yeah, I'm fine. But I'm curious," she asked looking up at him, "who the hell did you bring home to fuck me like that?" "You'll just have to watch the video to find out, now won't you?" he responded. Taken Looking past the tree's in the park as I walked home from work I thought for a moment about crossing the park to get home but thought better of it. It was nearly Midnight and there weren't many lights in the park. Anything could happen. Not that I had heard of women getting attacked or anything, but I wasn't taking any chances. Or so I thought. I had no idea what was about to happen to me in just a few minutes. As I crossed the last street before my house a black van pulled up along beside me and before I chance to think two men came out of the back of the van really fast, grabbing me and throwing me face down in the back of the van. I struggled to get up as I heard the door closed with a loud bang and the van took off. One of the guys knocked me face down, pulling my hands behind me as the other man tightened handcuffs on my wrists and put duct tape over my mouth. The one holding me let go and I fell as the van made a quick turn. I tried to straighten myself but was once again pushed down into the floor by one of the men. I knew there were at least three men in the van. Two were in the back with me, and there was the guy that was driving. I had thought I saw one more in the passenger seat, but I wasn't sure. I didn't get a good look at them but I knew they were big and had some sort of black ski masks covering their faces. Maybe that meant they would let me go since they were hiding their faces from me. I hoped. I struggled to get in a more comfortable position on the floor of the van and turned my head to see one of them men leering at me through the mask he was wearing. That's when I noticed my short skirt and tight blouse I wore to work had been pushed in such a way as to expose a lot of skin and he was looking at my ass and smiling. He winked at me when he saw me looking at him and I felt a chill go through my body. I had a pretty good idea what they planned to do to me. I turned my head in the other direction to where the other man was sitting in back of me. He was going through the contents of a bag and when he noticed me looking his way he pulled a dildo out of the bag that must have been 10inches long from the bag while grinning at me menacingly. I gasped as he slowly brought it to my face and rubbed it on the duct tape covering my mouth. My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I was so scared. I could only imagine what other instruments of torture they had in that bag. He put the dildo back in the bag and looked up at the other man and grinned and shook his head as he zipped the bag and sat it down next to me patting the top of it as he leered at me. I jumped and gasped through the duct tape as the other man slid his hand along my exposed ass. I tried to move but the guy not touching me held me still. He was so strong and his hands were so big. I started to cry, tears running down my face. Knowing these men were going to have their way with me. "Hey, you know the rules. No touching the slut until we get there." The guy in the passenger seat said as he looked back to see me struggling to get away from the men in back. "I wasn't doing anything that she didn't want. Just look how she is showing her ass to me." The guy laughed as he patted my exposed ass one more time and then took his hands away from me. We drove for what seemed like hours but I don't know how long it actually was. I kept looking around the inside of the van for possible ways of scape but I saw none. There were too many of them against one of me. When the van finally did stop, I was pulled up as the van door opened. I was pulled out of the van and saw I was out in the woods and we were headed to a small secluded cabin. I looked around quickly but there was nothing around except for the cabin. I was pushed in the door and spotted a couch in the front room but noting else. As I was pushed past the couch and into the bedroom I saw a big bed with some sort of leather restraints on each of the corners. I tried to turn around and run out of the room but was held by my shoulders and pushed roughly into the room. I stumbled and fell face down on the bed. I heard one of the men laughing at me. I tried to get up but was stopped and held down by one of the men as the other two tried tearing off my clothing. I heard fabric ripping and the cold air upon my flesh. I was crying but they didn't seem to even notice as they stayed on their task until I was naked face down on the bed. "Okay, you can leave now." Came a booming voice. I heard someone say. I turned my face and saw it was another man. The man who had been in the passenger seat of the van. "Aw, c'mon. I thought we might be able to at least watch the slut get it." One of the men said. "You knew the rules when you took on this job. Get out now." The man said to them. I saw the men leering at me as they walked out of the room. I quickly heard the front door slam and the van start up as they left, leaving me alone with this man. He turned and walked silently over to me. I was shaking all over unable to hide my fear. "You have nothing to fear now." He said as he helped me turn over. "This night is for your pleasure. Someone told me that this was a fantasy for you. He wanted me to make this fantasy come true for you." He said as he reached behind me finally undoing the handcuffs that were put on my wrists in the van. I started to get up and rub my wrists and he pushed me back down. Holding me down with one hand he drew his other one down from my chin in between my breasts and my belly. I shuddered but didn't move as I didn't want him to get mad at me. "I won't hurt you. You have my word on that. But, I know what your fantasy is and there are going to be a few rules for tonight." He said to me as he slowly pushed up the hem of my shirt. "First rule. You will speak only when spoken too. Second Rule, You will follow all orders given by me without hesitation." He told me as his hand traveled further up my shirt, tracing the outer edges of my breast. I nodded, though really I would have agreed with anything he said to me at that moment. "Third rule, You Will speak your answers out loud so I can hear them. That is, if you don't want to be punished." He gazed down at me as he spoke. "I will do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me." I complied with his commands as soon I knew what to do, I didn't want to experience any punishment but I felt myself getting wet from the thought. My apprehension momentarily subdued by the intensity of my excitement. He gazed down at me and shook his head approvingly. He pulled me to him, locked in his embrace I stole a moment to relax against him. "I won't be hurting you." He leaned down and kissed me. "You are going to love everything little thing I do to you." He whispered into my ear. "This can't be happening!" I thought. We somehow ended up in the middle of the big bed. I was still locked in his arms. I was enjoying the feel of his arms around me. Strange as it sounds, I felt safe. He pushed me up to a sitting position and leaned back into the headboard patting his thighs. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do. He smiled at me then said, "Lay down over my knee's, face down." I must have looked shocked at his comment cause in the next instant he was laughing. "Don't look so shocked, my dear." I didn't want to do anything that would result in punishment so slowly I splayed myself face down across his thighs. His hands ran over my bare backside, up the small of my back and down again. His fingers getting bolder with every sweep across my bare quivering bottom. Soon his fingers were making their way along my puckered hole making my jump. I was getting wetter and wetter with every touch of his sensual fingers. I hoped he couldn't feel my juices dripping from my pussy as it leaked out. The musky scent of my arousal was thick in the small bedroom and I knew he could probably smell it too. I was totally unprepared when he shoved two long, thick fingers into my drenched pussy, making me cry out in pleasure. I tried to move, to get away from the pleasure he was making me feel but he held me fast, even spreading my legs wider for better access. As his fingers had their way with my pussy, his thumb found my sensitive puckered anus. The nerve endings shouting out as his thumb swiped at my hole. "Stand." He commanded. I was so overtaken by my own arousal that I didn't act quickly enough. SMACK SMACK I yelped and jumped up to stand in front of him as I felt his hand make contact with my bare ass. As I stood in front of him, I could see his enormous erection pointing straight up. I took a frightened step backwards before he caught me by the arm. He grabbed me by both arms and before I knew what he was going to do he had lifted me up and poised me on top of him, right above his huge cock. I stiffened trying to break away, but he held me with his strong arms. "Just relax. Go slow. As slow as you want." He kissed me as he slowly pushed at my hips trying to bring me into contact with his cock. I shook my head. "No, you're too big. Your gonna hurt me. Please don't!" I cried. "Your more elastic than you think, and you're so wet. Oh god, so wet and ready for me." He whispered in my ear as he gently guided me slowly down over his cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt his engorged head force it's way into my body. His incredibly large cock throbbing inside me. Slowly I relaxed, slipping down further onto his massive member. He stopped moving as I took over, bringing my pussy all the way down over his large love muscle until he was completely surrounded by my wet pulsing pussy. I tightened my legs around his back, squeezing my innermost muscles making sure he felt me as I luxuriated in the sensation of having my pussy totally filled by this stranger. "Yes baby. That's it. Feel how good it is." He whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck. I had to move. I needed to move. I wanted to fill that monster inside me. With his hands on my hips to help guide me I began to move, slowly at first. Testing the feel of him inside me. There was no pain, only pleasure. So much pleasure. I was gonna cum, and I couldn't help it. He felt so good inside me. "Oh God, fuck me faster." I cried as I felt the orgasm building up inside me. His hands grabbed my hips, easily lifting my whole body up and down on his cock. I could do no more than let him slam me time after time onto his cock as the orgasm slammed into me. My pussy began to convulse, slowly at first. Then more and more intense building up and up while he drove his huge cock in and out of her over and over again with such savage force that my whole body finally slipped over the edge as I cried out. "Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh....." I cried out as the orgasm over took me. My body shook violently for what seemed like hours as he kept up his fierce pummeling of my pussy. The orgasms coming one after another until I felt I couldn't breathe. I thought I would surely faint if he didn't cum soon. But soon enough I felt his manhood swelling to unmentionable proportions inside me and knew he would shoot his load soon. His breathing coming in short gasps as he neared his orgasm. His body slammed into mine harder and harder as he got closer until he was growling in my ear. His orgasm washed over him suddenly as he threw his head back and roared. "EAAAAAAAAAAH AH AH AH!" He screamed as he fell on top of me. We were both breathing hard. My entire body was on fire. I didn't think I would be able to move for a week. I still felt small convulsions going on inside my well-fucked pussy as he pulled his cock from me and flopped over to the other side of the bed. We laid there for what seemed like hours, falling to sleep without even pulling the covers up over us. I came awake slowly but feeling someone's arms around me. I awaken without opening my eyes. I didn't want him to know I was awake just yet. I took in my surroundings. I could hear his heavy even breathing. Good he must still be asleep. I thought to myself. I had a soft blanket pulled up over my body and his to I figured since he was so close to me. Without moving a muscle, I slowly opened my eyes only too completely shocked to see him looking directly at me smiling. "Good Morning, my dear. I was wondering if you were gonna get the nerve up to open your eyes." He said chuckling. I blushed furiously. "You knew the entire time that I was awake and you didn't say anything?" "I didn't want to ruin your surprise." He said still chuckling. I smiled. "Well now that I am awake, would you mind telling me who sent you?" I leaned over kissing his neck. "I want to thank him." I whispered his ear. I saw the goose bumps on his arms and chest right away. "Oh you do, do you?" He said as he flipped me over. "Well if I tell you, what do I get as a reward?" He said as he entered me from behind. "Ahhhhh, I think your getting quite a reward right now, don't you?" I asked him as he slowly entered me then pulled out ever so slowly until he was again poised at my entrance only to sink slowly back in, tormenting me. Making me want to scream as he slow fucked me. I tried to move but he held me still with his powerful hands. Held me right where he wanted me as he drove into e over and over again, each time just a little faster than the last until he had a nice strong rhythm going. I was panting and moaning into my pillow. Each time I felt my orgasm coming along he would change his pace or stop completely, rub my ass cheeks and chuckle. "Not yet my little Vixen, soon enough.....but not yet." He chuckled as he held me still. I was going out of my mind. I needed release! My pussy throbbed, my clit was engorged and the tiny sparks of pleasure I kept feeling just before my orgasm kept me on the brink of insanity. "Oh Please! Make me cum. Pleeeease." I begged. He pulled out, grabbed me, flipped me over so I was underneath him and entered me again, this time with much more force than before. He pounded into my all too sensitive pussy, over and over again. I know it wouldn't take much more of this to bring me over the edge. He grabbed my hands and held them over my head as he fucked me all the harder. "Look how my huge cock has taken possession of your pussy. Look how your pussy craves my cock." He said as he looked between us, watching as his cock go in and out of my wet pussy. I looked down between us, watching as he funked me deeper, as deep as he could possibly go. I tried moving my hands but he held me immobile. He bent his head down to my neck, nibbling and kissing me where I am most vulnerable. My neck is my most sensitive erogenous zone on my entire body and as he nipped and licked at it I felt my orgasm wash over me in a huge wave. As I cried out in pleasure, he bit my neck...hard. Sending wave after wave of pain pleasure through my body. "Ahh Ohhhhh ohh ohhh." "What a way to wake up." He said as we laughed. We laid there for a few minutes catching our breath. Then as I sat up and looked at him I began to wonder who the hell he was. "You know I don't even know your name." I said. "Well, actually you do." He said as he plucked at the sheet nervously. I looked at him uncertain as to what he could mean. I had never seen this man before. I know I hadn't. I got up in a huff, pulling the sheet with me. Wrapping it around me as I walked over to the door. I was going to walk out that door but when I turned the knob nothing happened. I turned it again and again it wouldn't turn. "Am I a prisoner here? I asked. He got up, slowly walking towards to me. He put his hands around me. "I have the key to the door, but you cannot leave yet." He tried to kiss me but I pulled away, walking back to the bed. "Come here." He said. "Just leave me alone." I told him. He walked up behind me. "Do you remember what I told you when you first got here?" He put his hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him. Tears were streaming down my face. I wanted to know what was going on. I wanted to leave. I wanted to know who the hell he thought he was treating me like this. "Do you remember the second rule?" He asked me. "Something about doing what I'm told." I light heartedly said. "Rule two. You will follow all orders given by me without hesitation." He said as he looked down at me. I started to get scared. What was I thinking? I was this man's prisoner. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I had let him do whatever he wanted to me and I never even tried to fight back. What had I been thinking? I thought to myself. I didn't even know who he was or if he was going to let me go. Just cause the sex was great, and make no mistake it was absolutely great, doesn't mean anything at this point. "I told you to come to me and you walked away." His hands tightened on my shoulders as he whispered in my ear. "I think it's time for your punishment." He knew as soon as he spoke those words that I would try and bolt, but he reacted fast, holding my shoulders tightly as I shook beneath his hands. "Don't run from me that will only make it worst for you." He told me as he tried to kiss me again. Then looked down at me. "Drop the sheet." It was a command. I looked up into his eyes, begging without saying anything. He cocked an eyebrow at me. I slowly brought my hands to the hem of the sheet, unwrapping it from my body and letting it slip to the ground. As I stood there in front of him totally naked again my entire body trembling at his gaze. His hands loosened on my shoulders, running down my arms. He wrapped his arms around me. Hugging me to his body. "Just do what I tell you. Do you understand?" He asked. I shook my head. Without knowing what he was going to do he guided me to the bed and pushed me face down. "Rule three, you will speak your answers so I can hear them." I felt the first of the blows right away. The stinging slap was more surprising than painful. "Oh My God, I'm so sorry. I forgot. Please don't hurt me." I begged for forgiveness. SMACK SMACK SMACK "You need to be punished for not remembering the rules." SMACK SMACK SMACK "Please stop, your hurting me." I cried, tears running down my face. "Just four more, you can do it my little vixen." He told me as he once again brought his hand down on my bare flesh. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK I wanted to jump up and yell at him, but I didn't have the strength. I was so mad it was sapping my strength. Who did this guy think he was doing this to me. Spanking me like a three-year old. Besides, I was afraid if I got up I would get punished again and maybe this time even worst. Before I knew what was happening he flipped me over on my back. "My name is Rick." He told me as his mouth came down on mine kissing me deeply. His hands traveling to my nipples and pinching them. I moaned into his mouth. "You know me as HotStud_404." He kept kissing me as I digested the words he had just told me. I removed my mouth from his, looking his deep in the eyes. "HotStud....is you?" I asked. I had been talking to this guy I met online named HotStud_404 for about three years now. We never exchanged pictures' cause we thought it made things more mysterious between us if we didn't know what each other looked like. We could pass each other on the street and never even know it. I told him all my secret fantasies. I felt safe doing so, thinking I would never have the chance to meet him in person. He had told me all about him and his desire to 'Take" a woman. Hide her away from the rest of the world for a few days and make her fall in love with him. I had told him that would be the hottest thing that could ever happen to someone like me since I had a fantasy of being "Taken" and lightly dominated by someone gentle. I didn't want anything too rough, but I wanted to think that anything 'could' happen. I was astonished that he had made my fantasy come true. And at the same time his fantasy had come true too. Cause I was totally in love with him at this point. Taken But I was too intent on what he was doing to me at this point, as his mouth went lower and lower on my body. He was kissing and nipping all the right spots to make me squirm. "Turn over on your stomach." He said to me. As I turned over my sore ass came in contact with the sheet and made me wince. He slid his hands over the small of my back feeling me tremble. He bent down kissing the small of my back. He stopped as he looked at the red hand prints covering my ass. "I'm sorry for being so rough with you." He said guiltily as he gave me little wet kisses on my ass trying to make up for the spanking he had given me. I wasn't about to tell him he had nothing to feel guilty about since it really hadn't hurt all that much. It was more embarrassing than anything. But I wasn't going to tell him that. Let him feel guilty for a while. I smiled at the thought. "Up, get up on your knee's." He said gruffly. I got up on my knee's, putting a pillow under my head for support. He pulled my legs apart further and before I chance to complain his head was between my splayed legs, his tongue licking the outer edges of my already wet pussy. I gasped as he slid a finger along my slit, from my clit to my puckered hole. I waited to see what else he would do. I didn't have long to wait as his finger made its way into my tight opening. I gasped as no one had ever been in my ass, but he knew that. I had told him that one time a few months ago while we had been talking online. "Just relax, I'm not going to fuck your ass, you're not ready for that......yet." He chuckled as I sucked in a breath at his remark. His lips found my swollen clit, softly at first he licked it. Then all of the sudden he sucked it into his mouth biting and nipping on it. Making me moan louder and louder into the sheet. All the while his thumb was circling my anus, driving me crazy with sensations. I felt a finger slide easily into my wet pussy as he kept nibbling at my clit, licking and suckling at it until I was ready to burst. His tongue keeping a steady rhythm with his finger. Every time his finger would enter me his tongue would swipe over my clit until I was screaming with my release. But his fingers kept up their torturous pace in and out of me as the orgasm erupted forcefully through me. He tried to keep his tongue on my clit as I cried out in pleasure and my body rocked back against his face, but he couldn't keep up with me. He straightened up and in one smooth motion had his huge chock buried to the hilt inside my convulsing pussy. It felt like the orgasm never ended as he pummeled my throbbing tunnel. I soon felt the twinges of another orgasm. It hit me like a lightning strike full force making me scream out in agony/pleasure. "Oh God I can't take it. It's too much. Oh please no more. Oh God Oh OH Oh Oh." I screamed thrashing my head into the pillow. My screams soon pushed Rick over the edge. His orgasm starting deep in his balls as they slapped against my ass and he shot his hot load deep inside me. I heard him moaning as he shuddered against me. We laid there for a few moments catching our breath. Rick threw his arm around me, holding me close. "So...." He searched my eyes. "Are you gonna come home with me and be mine or am I gonna have to get a Van?" He said no emotion showing on his face. I busted out giggling and I saw him let out the breath he was holding. "Did you really think I would let you go now that I have my fantasy man?" I said as I stroked his cheek. "I was really hoping you would feel that way." He said as he kissed me. Taken *** One *** She was thirteen when it started. That's when she found the large leather glove in the mall. Something drew her to it, as if it were reaching out to her. She touched it briefly, and it seemed still warm and alive. For the next two hours in the mall, she would walk by it, again and again, constantly checking to see if someone claimed it. But no one did. It remained like an orphan, waiting to be adopted. Then, after looking around, she took it and stuffed it into her purse. Back home, she held it in her hands, rubbing her fingertips over the dark tanned calfskin. And the smell! There was something about the smell of it. She would try to imagine the man who wore the glove as she ran it through her fingers, and brought it to her face. Then there was the news of the burglar. Many of the homes in the town where she lived had been broken into, their owners finding just one or two items stolen. People whispered – especially her mother and the other women – about what this burglar might do if he found one of them there, alone in the house ... Maggie wondered, too. Often late at night, in bed, one hand holding the leather glove to her face, she wondered if the burglar would come into their house when she was alone, her parents out playing bridge or something. She imagined being helpless, the burglar caressing her, laughing softly as he took her. Whenever she confessed this to the priest, he would tell her not to be afraid, that the police would catch this criminal soon. How could she explain that this wasn't some fear that popped into her head, that she willfully brought these thoughts about, that she wanted to be taken, to tremble as the burglar's leather gloves touched her? She couldn't even explain it to herself. The break-ins stopped. Maybe the guy had been caught on some other charge, or moved somewhere else. It didn't matter. Maggie's mother and the other women in their town were breathing easier. The trinkets he'd stolen had all been insured, and the claims settled. So everything was back to normal. Except when Maggie went to bed, taking that leather glove from her night stand, holding it to her face, her thoughts drifting to that fantasy, ... *** Two *** College was liberating for Mags. It helped that she drew attention so easily – tall, with light complexion and classic features, her sorrel hair frequently tied back. Courses and classes opened her mind to new ideas, and she enjoyed socializing and making new friends in the dorms and all over campus, and especially the attention of young men. One in particular made her feel very special, a musician named Brent. He was gentle and warm, with a quiet sense of wit. Mags loved how he could make her laugh, and also relax. The night they first made love was like floating on a calm sea in the tropics. She never thought of it as "losing her virginity" but of gaining in intimacy and sensuality. Then it came back. She didn't know what brought it back. It wasn't that she didn't like sleeping with Brent, even though it seemed to become all too familiar. Maybe it was seeing that movie with Jodie Foster as a rape victim, although that was nothing like her fantasy. But her fantasy did come back, arousing her as before, and she wasn't sure why or what to do about it. "I think I'm going nuts," Mags told the Psych Services counselor, feeling her legs shaking. She told her more, and wondered why it was happening. The counselor simply smiled and said that everyone has fantasies, even wild ones like hers, and it didn't mean she was going crazy or missing something. Mags kept pressing with her questions, until finally the counselor let loose a gasp of exasperation. "Maybe you just want your boyfriend to be more assertive." Bullshit, Mags thought. Brent was just assertive enough. She didn't need him to take charge like some macho guy, ordering for her in restaurants and all that. But, in bed, ... One night, while they were alone, she couldn't stand it. As he kissed her and held her close, she pushed him off of her. "What's wrong?" he asked. She looked at him for a long time without speaking, and he repeated the question, caressing her face. She swallowed hard, and placed her hands over her head. "Hold my hands down," she said. Brent looked at her with his mouth open, then placed one hand on each of her wrists. He began to kiss her, and she turned away. "No. Look at me." "Mags, what's going on?" "Please. Look at me, even if I look away." "But – " "Please!" He bit his lips, then did as she asked, pushing on her hands, pushing into her, as she imagined him with a mask and gloves, closing her eyes and imagining being forced. She squirmed about, moaning and showing her pleasure, trying to resist the even greater pleasure of showing resistance. When Brent was finished, and they curled up and cuddled, he asked her what that was about. "Later," was all she could murmur. And she had no idea of how to tell him. Over the next couple of weeks, he kept bringing it up, and she kept putting off talking to him about it. Finally, he sat her down and insisted on knowing what was up. "I just wanted to try something different," she blurted. "Yeah, but ... why that?" She shuddered, folding her arms over her stomach and bowing her head. "Okay," she squeaked, "but you can't tell anyone!" When he promised, she told him all about it – and her growing desire to live out the fantasy. Now it was his turn to tremble. There was a tense silence between them for a while, until a week before spring break. Brent asked her: "Do you really want to do this fantasy thing?" She hesitated. "Why?" He took out a packet – plane tickets, car rental agreement, and description of a bungalow on an island in the Florida Keys – and described the plan. They would fly to Miami, drive to the bungalow, and one of the nights they were there, he would play the intruder and they would act out her fantasy. Mags could feel her heart pounding. She looked into his eyes, and kissed him deeply. They flew out a week later, and drove that first night down the Keys. From the porch of the bungalow, there were no other signs of civilization. The next morning, they went over the plan: each night, Brent would leave Mags alone in the bungalow, and either sleep on the beach in his sleeping bag, or come in dressed as a burglar to take her. Every night, she waited with more and more anticipation. And every night, she fell asleep alone. Their last day, Brent apologized. He couldn't bring himself to do it. She would hold him, and say it was all right. Too much to ask for, she thought. When they came back to school, things seemed to be back to normal. By summer, though, they had broken up, and while Brent never brought it up, Mags always wondered. The rest of her time in college, she drifted in and out of hook-ups and short-lived relationships. She focused more on her studies, on finding a major, first choosing English Lit, then switching to Business. But she never forgot Brent, the excitement of waiting for him to take her, ... *** Three *** The confessional was pitch black. She always wondered: was this what Hell was like? The small sliding door on the other side of the grille whisked open, wood clacking against wood. Light filtered through the grille, white with a tint of orange. She couldn't see the priest, but she knew he was there. Margaret crossed herself as she began: "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession." "Tell me of your sin, my child." The words were automatic. How could she put this? After two decades, she still had difficulty. "Ummm, ... lustful thoughts. I keep having these ... " She stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to begin once more. "I keep fantasizing about ... " Here we go again. "Go on," the priest said gently. "I think about a man coming into my house." "A particular man? Someone you know?" "No, no one in particular. I can't see his face. But, I think about a man coming into my house and ... taking me." She counted the number of breaths before the priest responded – one, two, three, four – "Taking you. You mean sexually." Wow, he got it. "Yes," she confirmed. "And you want him to do this?" "Well, that's kind of what's hard to explain. I mean, I'm thinking about it ... because it excites me, but ... in the fantasy, I ... resist him, ... he forces me, ... I ... have no choice." Seven breaths this time. The priest asked if there was anything else, and she mentioned that she masturbated. He then gave her the lecture about keeping one's thoughts on matters of the spirit, not the flesh. This many Hail Marys, that many Our Fathers, and the door on the other side of the grille closed. Margaret crossed herself again, and left to go home for the night. *** Four *** Margaret came off the elevator to the reception area of her company. Her assistant Ari was waiting for her there with good news – the contract from Wichita had arrived. No messages, but she had a conference call to Denver scheduled at ten o'clock. Mister Barry was waiting in her office with a woman with short blonde curls, about Margaret's age. He introduced them: "Margaret McCullough, this is Sheri Kahn, one of our new account managers." Sheri grinned and held out a hand. "Hi there!" "Welcome aboard," Margaret greeted her, and they shook hands. "I thought you could show her the ropes, as it were," Barry said. "Just let her watch you at work, explain procedures as you go along." Margaret agreed, and Ari then took the morning coffee order – the usual for Margaret and himself, venti chai for Sheri. They began by going over the Wichita contract, and Margaret took time to explain all of the details. It helped that Sheri had already gone through much of the company's protocol manual, and time went quickly. Margaret suggested they go to the café across the street for lunch. "Hope you don't mind I'm a carnivore," Sheri quipped. "The only thing I'll mind is if you blow cigarette smoke in my face." "No problem there," she laughed. Sitting at their table, Margaret noticed an unusual keychain tag on Sheri's purse – a rectangle with blue and black stripes, a white stripe in the middle, and a heart in the upper left corner. "What's that for?" she inquired. Sheri looked up from her chicken penne. "Oh, that's the leather flag." Margaret wrinkled her nose. "A flag for leather? Is there one for suede, too?" Sheri giggled at the joke. "The leather community." Margaret still didn't seem to get it. "SM? Kink?" Now it sunk in. She had to keep a grip on her fork. "You mean ... whips? Handcuffs?" Sheri nodded calmly. "You got it. I'm not in your face about it, but I'm not going to hide it, either." Margaret regained some of her composure, picking through her salad. "Well, some of the people in the company might not be all that tolerant." "What about you?" Sheri inquired. She looked straight at her when she asked. Margaret froze for a second or two as she chose her words. "As long as you do your job well," she explained, "I don't care what you do in your bedroom." Sheri grinned, wrinkled her nose, and let out a giggle. "Well," she quipped, "it's not just the bedroom." "What do you mean?" "My husband and I go to this club on Saturdays, the Rose and Thorn." "Why? I mean, what can you do there that you can't do in private?" "Meet old friends in the Scene, maybe play with someone new. No sex with other people, it's not a swing club. But, we do non-sexual play with people, once in a while." "Play?" "Yeah. Play." "How can you call what you do 'play'?" "Well, for starters, it's fun – " "Fun!?" All tolerance was out the window by now. "What you do, it's about pain, about surrender, about controlling others – " Sheri cut her off, looking her straight in the eye: "No. Not pain. Intensity. Not surrender. Trust. Not controlling others, or being controlled by another. Control of yourself, with the guidance of another." Margaret said nothing for a while, and finally Sheri broke the silence: "You're having a problem understanding this." "Of course I am." "But," she pressed, "you want to." Margaret felt a shiver. "What makes you think that?" "Your eyes getting darker. Your questions. Your inability to tell me to shut up about it." Margaret sat there, mind and body frozen, until the chime on her cell phone rang, her two minute warning. She plucked it from her purse and switched it off. "We should get back soon," she managed to say. *** Five *** On Fridays, everyone asks you about your plans for the weekend. Ari would often go out dancing. Margaret usually relaxed, maybe did a few personal chores. Her social event was Wednesday night eight-minute dating. You signed up to talk with a number of people for eight minutes a piece, rotating around like musical chairs. A couple of times she'd gone out with someone she met in these settings, but those never seemed to lead anywhere. Most of those sessions were her listening to some guy drone on and on about something. She chalked it up to her having to kiss her share of frogs until a prince came along. Sheri came into her office with a question, and Margaret reflexively asked her what she was doing for the weekend. "Ronny and I are going to the Rose and Thorn." "That club?" "Yup," she responded. Her tone was totally casual, like they were going to the movies. Then Sheri stopped, turned back to Margaret and asked her: "Want to come?" She looked up, straight at her. She wanted to say something like: "What the Hell makes you think I'd want to go to a place like that?" – but she was even more afraid of asking that than actually going to the club. So, she said as simply and as blandly as she could: "No thanks." Sheri smiled, and sauntered up to her desk. "If you ever change your mind, want to learn more about the Scene, ... " She reached over for a pen and a Post-it, and wrote down her number. "We usually go every Saturday." Margaret took the Post-it, and Sheri walked out. She'd heard about "gaydar" – did people like Sheri have something like that? Well, if she did, it was way off! She wasn't into whips and chains, or being someone's slave. Yes, there was that fantasy, but that was different. She never acted on it, for one thing. Okay, there was that time in college, but thank God her boyfriend got cold feet. And she never fantasized about being hurt, or about her giving in. Giving in was one thing. Being taken was another ... wasn't it? Yes, it was – it had to be. She crumpled up the Post-it, squeezing it good and hard before throwing it out. *** Six *** She'd forgotten about the other time, after college. It was her first year after college. Margaret was sharing an apartment with two other people, starting her first full-time job. On weekends, her roomies would be gone, and she would have the place all to herself. And the fantasy came back. She tried placing an ad in the Tattler, the weekly alternative paper: TAKE ME! SWF 21 wants masked man to break into my apartment one weekend and use me for his pleasure. Call to discuss and set up. The paper wouldn't take it. "Legal liability issues," they said, suggesting she reword it. Instead, she went through the "Men Seeking Women" ads – but they all had their own fantasies, mostly of having a slave, or of being a slave, or doing more than one woman at a time. Then she saw another set of ads in the paper: Escorts. They were for women offering their services to men willing to pay. Hookers. Call girls. Maybe ... gigolos? She called the first number, and asked if they had any male escorts. "Yes," the woman at the other end said, "but they only service other men." So she kept calling, asking each service if they had men who serviced women. No, sorry. Nope. Sorry, no men. And then: "Yes, we have Gregor. He's six foot one, one hundred eighty-five pounds, very muscular, well-groomed, speaks a number of languages – " "Can he do a fantasy for me?" "What kind of fantasy?" "I want him to break into my apartment, with a mask and gloves, and, uhhh, ... well ... " "Would you be resisting?" "Um, yeah. Not for real, not like he's really raping me – " "I understand," the operator assured her. "Let me discuss it with him and get back to you, okay?" Margaret could feel her whole body tingle. "Okay, of course, thank you!" She hung up, and waited. How long? She hoped it wouldn't be too long. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. Forty. She kept imagining what it would be like, what his voice would sound like, the feel of his hands grabbing her. The phone rang. "H-Hullo?" "Yes, this is Donna from the service calling back?" "Yes?" "I've talked to Gregor about your fantasy and, um, ... I'm sorry, but he feels he can't really do something like that." "Oh," she murmured. "That's okay, I understand." "Listen," Donna told her, "I know it's hard for a woman to find a male escort, and especially for something like this. Let me give you a few numbers to call. That should make your search a little easier. Do you have pen and paper?" Flabbergasted, she scrambled to get a pen and a notepad, and then wrote down the numbers Donna gave her. "Thank you so much!" she bleated. "Sure," Donna said, the word drawn out and smooth with sympathy. "Good luck to you." Margaret would keep calling, but she would have no luck. Sorry, none of our guys work weekends. No, our gentlemen don't do fetish or fantasies. You're kidding, right? Nothing. Forget about it, she thought. She immersed herself in her work, and reading poetry, and going to the pool at the Y once a week. Anything to keep her mind off of it. Work, poetry, swimming. Work, poetry, swimming. Damn! Maybe confession would help. Or going to concerts. Or trying to get a normal date, through the personals or some singles events. Just as long as she was busy, then she wouldn't think about it ... well, at least not that much, anyway. *** Seven *** Eight-minute dating was another bust. It made her think again, about what she wanted. And that brought on the fantasy, first in flashes, and then the overwhelming desire to let it all out. Back to her bedroom, under her covers, then a few days later in the confessional. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Eight Hail Marys, ten Our Fathers, think of the spirit and not of the flesh, go and sin no more. Was it the fantasy that kept her from getting a relationship? Was she afraid that a man might actually do that to her – or that he wouldn't? How do you tell someone of a desire to be seized, bound, stripped and used? How do you trust someone, anyone, outside of the priest who was bound by the seal of the confessional, with something like that? Somewhere she'd heard or read that fantasies were best left as fantasies, never to be brought to life. And when your fantasy has taken on a life of its own, pounding on the doors of your mind, like a hungry beast demanding to be let out? So intense, she couldn't control it, couldn't trust anyone with it ... Intensity. Trust. Control of yourself, with the guidance of another. One Thursday, she went to Sheri's office, closing the door behind her. "Are you going to that club this Saturday?" Sheri nodded slowly. "Would you like us to swing by your place, say seven thirty?" Margaret nodded back. "I'll give you the address later." "Okay." She turned toward the door, then faced Sheri again. God, what was she getting herself into? "Look, I ... I just want it clear that ... I'm only going there to look around, maybe ask some questions." "Sure. That's fine." Taken "I don't want anyone coming up and asking me to ... play." She thought this would start a long conversation, even an argument. But it didn't. "Don't worry," Sheri assured her. "The club has a protocol for that. Just ... dress appropriately." She nodded and went back to her office, feeling flushed. My God, she was actually doing it! Forget about what "dressing appropriately" meant. She still wasn't entirely sure why she was going. Curiosity? Temptation? Should she turn back, tell Sheri she changed her mind? No, she couldn't. Maybe Saturday morning, tell her she was sick. Or a family emergency. Friday, she went shopping for something to wear. Saturday morning, she went to confession. Five breaths before the priest spoke. "You sound determined to go to this place." "Is it wrong just to go, just to look and learn?" "It is wrong to deliberately put yourself into the path of temptation." "We face temptation everyday." "There's a difference," the priest lectured her, "between encountering temptations that come to you, and going to a place like this where temptation lives." She took a deep breath and collected her thoughts. "If I go where temptation lives, and come away victorious, wouldn't that make my faith stronger?" "Or would it give you the illusion of doing so?" "But – " "My child," he sighed, "this is neither the time nor the place to debate the fine points of moral theology. This is a place to repent of your sins, not to defend them. Now I cannot prevent you from going to this place, except to pray for your eternal soul. Recite the Lord's Prayer twelve times, and also the Hail Mary. Remember that your duty as a Christian is to keep one's mind and body pure through obedience to God's laws." The priest paused, asked if there was anything else, then absolved her of her sins and bid that she sin no more. Five o'clock Saturday, she had a light supper, showered, and put on the outfit, a mix of old and new – black bustier, leather skirt, fishnet stockings, black leather boots. She wore bright red lipstick to match her ruby stud earrings, and her hair was slicked back. Margaret struck a pose in her full-length mirror. "Bad girl!" she whispered to herself. Her raincoat and purse were waiting when the buzzer rang, just before seven thirty. She went down to the lobby, where Sheri was waiting at the front door. "Hi! You ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be," Margaret answered. Sheri laughed and put a hand on her arm. "Okay. Try to relax." She led her to a car where a large man with a well-trimmed beard sat behind the wheel. Sheri suggested that Margaret sit in front, as she was taller and would need more leg room, and she would take the back seat. The driver introduced himself as Ronny, Sheri's husband. With everyone all buckled up, he drove off. "So," she asked them, "how long have you two been ... um, ...?" Ronny grinned. "I've been in the Scene 'bout twenty years. Sheri and I met at a private play party twelve years ago." "And married three years after that," Sheri beamed. Margaret couldn't help smiling as Ronny turned onto the freeway heading west. They were obviously happy together. "What made you wanna come with us?" Ronny asked her. Margaret shrugged. "Not sure. You said there's some 'protocol' for people who are just there to watch?" He nodded. "Take a white rose from the bar. And don't be afraid to tell people you're a newbie. Oh, and there's the house safeword: 'Red.' Somebody calls that out, it means whatever scene they're doing stops right there." Sheri leaned forward. "And have your driver's license out, too." "For drinks?" "Nah," Ronny replied. "Age of consent." "Scene clubs are typically alcohol-free," Sheri explained. "Who needs booze with the fun we have!" Ronny chortled. Sheri grinned, and Margaret tried to force a smile. "Um, do you mind if I ask, which of you, ... I mean, ... who's ..." She still couldn't figure out how to ask what she wanted to ask, but Sheri got the hint. "The bottom?" Ronny now joined in: "What's the name of the bottom!" "That's what she's askin'," she asked, impersonating Lou Costello, "who's the bottom?" "No, Who's the top!" "I dunno!" And they both cried out: "Switch!" Then guffaws and cackles, and it took a while before Margaret got the joke. Then Sheri explained: "I usually bottom to Ronny, but I'm a switch and sometimes top other people." Ronny looked at her his expression seeming to ask if she understood – and she did, or was at least beginning to. He then smiled, looked back on the road, and talked about how the differences and overlap between "top and bottom" and "dominant and submissive." He took an exit and announced they were almost there, and slowed as they entered a commercial district and turned into a large empty parking lot. The building in the center was like a large black cube. On the door was painted a red rose with green stem and leaves, and the thorns tipped blood-red. People came out of the cars in various attire – everyday, biker leather, goth. Each gained entry with a black plastic card, swiped through a reader by the door. Ronny led Sheri and Margaret, using his card. Margaret took a deep, deep breath before stepping through. *** Eight *** The entryway was snug, with a table and computer, and black velvet drapes covering the walls. A door opposite the entrance led to the rest of the club. Behind the table was a stunning red-headed woman wearing an elegant scarlet dress and a black choker. "Good evening, sir!" she greeted Ronny. "Good evening, Katya," he responded, and he introduced Margaret as their guest. Katya produced a printed sheet, and an inkpad and stamp, while Margaret reached into her purse to produce her driver's license. Katya handed her the sheet, explaining that they were the rules for the club. Margaret showed her ID, and Katya stamped her hand. She reached under the edge of the table, and the door to the club opened with a buzz. "Enjoy yourselves!" Ronny nodded with a smile, and led the way in. The social area looked like any club lounge – save for the bondage gear hanging from the walls. A cash bar served non-alcoholic drinks, and at one end was a vase with various colored roses. Margaret, after taking off her coat, went over to take one of the white roses. The other colors – pink, lavender, red, purple – indicated willingness to play and whether the holder was a top or bottom; so a pink rose was for a bottom or submissive who was not sure about playing that night, and a purple rose for a dominant looking to play. She ordered a ginger ale while she looked over the rules sheet. Club members were all very polite, welcoming her and introducing themselves. Some had a question or two. Others offered to answer questions. Much of the time, Margaret watched as others interacted. Sheri, wearing a leather midriff top and leather hot pants, and Ronny in a leather vest and blue jeans, were talking to a skinny older fellow in a latex outfit. Through the large tinted window panel, the first floor play area was visible. A pair of diagonal standing crosses were prominent, along with some tables and an old-style pillory. Now a tall man approached her, wearing a dark charcoal Nehru jacket and slacks, a thin steel collar around his neck. Margaret had noticed him enter with an elegant woman in a silver fur, and how many around her showed great deference and respect. The man stopped and gave a slight smile. "Excuse me, miss." "Yes?" "I am Samael," he introduced herself, "servant to Lady Claretta." He motioned to the woman now sitting on the couch with straight dark hair and angular features, glass goblet in one hand. She wore a royal purple dress, a single-tail whip hanging from her belt. The lady smiled at Margaret, raising her glass in greeting. Samael continued: "She invites you to join her for conversation, if you are so inclined." Margaret agreed, and followed him to join her. She still had questions, and perhaps this woman could answer them. Lady Claretta introduced herself, and Margaret did likewise before shaking her hand and joining her on the couch. Samael stood nearby, ready to attend to them. "And how did you hear of the Rose and Thorn?" Claretta asked. Her voice was compelling, and her accent suggested breeding and means. "A coworker. Sheri Kahn?" "Ah yes, and her husband Ronny. They've been members here for many years. Have you long had an interest in the Scene?" "Uh, no, not really," she stumbled out her words. "I'm just ... curious." Half-truth, half-lie. She looked about nervously, taking sips from her drink. It took a few moments for her to notice Claretta staring at her. No, that wasn't the right word – studying. She was examining her. Her eyes made Margaret freeze, and she slowly, gracefully leaned closer to her to speak: "I sense in you that you tend erotically towards the submissive. Yet, in work, you are much more dominant. Work is also familiar to you, while this realm seems alien. Such contrasts can be unsettling. Yes?" Claretta's voice seemed to wrap about her, then seep into her, drawing the truth from her. For the first moment, it felt blistering hot, then relaxed into a comforting warmth. She knew, somehow this woman knew and understood, and it relieved her enough that she could respond: "Yes." Claretta delivered a half-smile. "Know this, my dear. Our realm is a realm of paradox, and when you can accept and embrace this, then you may come to understand." The lady in purple leaned back, letting Margaret take this in. Paradox. All about her, people pursued pleasure through pain. They shed their everyday selves and adopted roles and new names, all to bring out their deeper selves. They used instruments of restraint and torture with loving and trust to bring about freedom and bliss. She wanted to understand more, and so she turned back to Claretta, letting loose one question after another – and Claretta was only too happy to answer, sometimes with utter simplicity, sometimes with the poetic vagaries of a Zen master's koan to guide her way to clarity. Her most telling statement: "When submissives entrust me with power, that is their gift to me; what I do with that power is my gift to them." Then the questions stopped, and after a while of sitting in silence, Claretta put down her glass. "Come, my dear." They rose simultaneously, and Samael attended as Claretta gave her a tour of the Rose and Thorn. They walked through the first floor playroom, bathed in colored light. Margaret caught sight of Ronny and Sheri flogging the man they had talked to earlier. Nearby, another couple walked about a naked woman suspended some three feet off the floor by an intricate rainbow of iridescent ropes, caressing her all over. A second woman, blindfolded and secured in the pillory, twitched and writhed as a bearded man ran an instrument over the surface of her skin that delivered crackling flashes of bright blue electricity. At the other end of the room was an elevator, and they rode to the second floor. The entire floor had been divided into four areas. Club members in various costumes engaged in various forms of play. Doctors and nurses examined patients. A medieval priest performed an inquisition on a blindfolded heretic, poking him with needles. Schoolboys were lectured and punished by a strict headmistress. "Role play," Claretta explained, "is a most delicious way to explore one's desires and emotional needs, erotic and otherwise." "But," Margaret clarified, "no sex." "No, my dear, not here. Of course, that raises the question of what constitutes sex ... " Margaret could still hear her voice, but her attention focused entirely on another scene in front of her. A woman in a peasant costume, hands bound with rough-looking hemp rope, gagged and blindfolded, was being tormented by two men in Nazi-like uniforms. The woman would whimper through her gag, struggle in her bonds, as the men grabbed her hair, held a riding crop to her chin, fondled her breasts ... And Margaret imagined herself as that woman, the men's faces a blur, their hands in leather gloves, her dress ripped open, one man holding her hands over her head, the other pushing her down to the floor, opening his pants, taking her ... Her eyes were closed when she felt a hand on her shoulder, then Claretta's voice, now softer: "Are you all right, my dear?" Margaret opened her eyes and looked at her. She managed to nod. "Do you wish to go back downstairs?" "No, no," she insisted, "I'm fine, thank you." They continued, Margaret watching the captivity scene, and imagining, and shaking at the thought. Later Claretta asked if she wanted to see the third floor, devoted entirely to "animal play" – submissives playing as ponies, cats, dogs and the like for their dominant trainers or owners, or sometimes "furries" playing animal together. Margaret politely declined, and they went back downstairs for another drink. As the night wrapped up, people relaxed and talked. Ronny and Sheri were conversing with the man they had flogged, who was grinning from ear to ear. The once-captive peasant girl was seated on the couch with the two men in uniform, chatting cheerfully. There was caring, holding, softness. This was the aftercare Ronny, Sheri and Claretta had explained. She remembered when she would make love with a man, and they would cuddle and talk in the afterglow. This was much like that – but with an intensity commensurate with what proceeded it. Lady Claretta was now wrapped in her fur again, getting ready to leave. "I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight," she said to Margaret, "or at least learned something." "Yes, I did. Both" She smiled and nodded. "I'm pleased. If you would like to keep in touch, to ask more, learn more – " Margaret couldn't help saying: "Yes, I'd like that very much." Claretta turned to Samael, who produced a violet calling card, bearing Lady Claretta's phone number, website and email. She took the card and thanked her, and the two women shook hands. Riding on the way back, she reflected on the night. It was nothing like what she expected. There was so much respect, so much said and not needing to be said. It was indeed a different realm for her, one that oddly spoke to her. And yet, there was something lacking. For her. A door was opened, at least partway, a door of what was possible. Safewords, for example. She'd never thought of that, but it made sense, especially for someone like that captive peasant woman, struggling in her bonds as four hands went over her. Safewords gave submissives like her the real power over a scene. Yes, a scene, like theater, magical theater, with the players as much a part of the audience as they were performers and directors. And there was no presumption, no guesswork. Not like eight-minute dating, where you had to puzzle each person in a limited time. The people here took their time, explained what they wanted, what their boundaries were, talking so frankly, so openly, about what each of them liked and wanted and needed ... What she needed. What did she need, want, like? Could she, even in this realm, be so frank and open? At least there was an open door, and some light to see it. *** Nine *** Another Wednesday night. Another eight-minute dating event. Margaret sat at a table in a restaurant, a blonde fellow talking and talking and talking. But her mind was thinking about others things. About the Rose and Thorn. About her conversation with Lady Claretta. About being a peasant woman molested and violated by two men in dark uniforms. About her masked intruder. About leather gloves on her face, over her bare body. About her last time at confession. "You need love," the priest said simply. "I know, Father," she agreed. "We all need love. But, ... how do I get there? How do I find it?" She was thinking about what Christy, her friend at work, had said: "Why don't you think about the kind of guy you want, and then go where you're most likely to find somebody like him?" And finally, she thought: "Am I going to find him here?" And when the answer came to her, she apologized to the blonde fellow sitting across from her, gathered her things, and left. That Saturday, she was sitting in her kitchen, alone as usual, reading her paper over breakfast. She looked up for a moment, and her eye caught the violet card posted on her message board. All those thoughts that occupied her mind on Wednesday came back in an instant. And then she found herself getting up from her seat, taking the card, and dialing the number. Samael's voice recited a greeting, and she left a message for Lady Claretta. About an hour later, Claretta called her back, inviting her to five o'clock tea the next day. Margaret wrote down the directions, then checked Mapquest to make sure she knew where she was going. Sunday afternoon, Margaret drove to a residential area at the outskirts of the city, until she found the Gothic style house with its perfectly maintained lawn and hedges. She went to the front door and rang the bell, adjusting her skirt and brushing back a few strands of her hair. Samael answered, greeting her with a smile and escorting her to the parlor. Lady Claretta was seated on a divan, dressed in a purple Chinese silk dress. A goth girl, dressed in a French maid's uniform and wearing a studded collar, was serving tea from a cart. "Miss McCullough, my lady," Samael announced. "Thank you, Samael," Claretta replied. "That will be all for now." He bowed and left, and Claretta motioned to a nearby seat. "How have you been since we last met?" she asked Margaret. "I've been all right," she replied softly. The maid continued serving them. "Really, now?" Claretta was obviously more perceptive than she realized. No wonder she'd gained the reputation she had! Margaret fidgeted. "Well, ... I'm feeling ... unfulfilled." "And this disturbs you." "It's ... eating away at me." Claretta took her cup of tea from the maid. "Are you familiar with William Blake?" "Somewhat." "'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell'?" "Not that one." "'She who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.'" The maid handed Margaret her tea. Claretta nodded and motioned to her, and the maid then curtseyed and departed. Margaret took a sip of her tea. "What if what you desire," she asked, "or seem to desire, doesn't make sense?" Claretta reminded her of the importance of paradox. "What may appear to make no sense on the surface, at a deeper level can make perfect sense." Margaret hung her head and closed her eyes. She would have to dig very deep indeed. She could make no sense of this, and found it so hard to put it into words. Claretta gently coaxed her to talk, and so she lifted her head and began to explain – how it all started, how her fantasy proceeded, how it made her feel. When she was done, taking deep gulps of air, she buried her face in her hands. "I see," Claretta murmured, with a melody of discernment. Margaret jerked her head up. "What's wrong with me?" "Nothing!" Claretta insisted. "There's nothing wrong with you at all." "Then why do I keep thinking about this? I mean, nobody in their right mind wants to be raped!" "Of course not, my dear." "Then what the Hell is this?" Claretta answered simply: "You want to be ravished." That single word – ravished – was a revelation. Like a fast-moving augur drilling to the heart of her desire, it brought light to what was dark. Ravished, yes. She wanted to be ravished – taken, touched and brought to bliss, as she imagined. Yes, that was her desire, to be ravished. "Ravishment fantasies are some of the most common," Claretta explained. "And complex. And powerful." Margaret nodded, in complete agreement. How could she not agree? "And difficult to sort out," Claretta went on, "all those images and emotions." Taken Margaret got up and began to pace. Yes, difficult. How to sort it all out? What to do? Where to go? Her own fantasy was so powerful, it did not seem powerful enough as mere fantasy. And somehow Claretta, prescient and patient, knew this. "You said that you felt 'unfulfilled.'" "Yes." She who desires and acts not, breeds pestilence. "You went to the Rose and Thorn, hoping that - " "Yes." "That scene you were looking at – the bound woman and the two men in uniform. You identified with that." Margaret took in a deep breath. "Close. Very close. But, ... " Margaret's voice trailed off, and she hung her head as Claretta nodded in understanding. And then, after a sufficient silence she said: "There is another place, my dear." Margaret shivered as she managed to raise her head once more, looking at her with wide, dark eyes. *** Ten *** It was late Friday afternoon, and Samael arrived at her office building. She left with her briefcase and a garment bag. Samael was at the reception desk, dressed in his charcoal gray outfit, but with a white scarf to conceal his steel collar. They took the elevator together, and he escorted her to the sedan waiting out front. Opening the trunk, he gently took her things and placed them there. Then he went to open the back passenger door for her. The windows were covered, and the interior lit. Lady Claretta was waiting, wrapped in her silver fur. "Good evening, my dear." "Good evening." Samael now took his place behind the wheel. Claretta leaned forward. "Hold, Samael." Her voice was firm. She then leaned back and looked into Margaret's eyes. "Last chance. You are certain you wish to take this journey?" Margaret waited, three breaths. She had no doubts, but she wanted to be able to say it without a hint of hesitation: "Yes. Yes, I'm sure." Claretta looked over at Samael, who was waiting for her signal. She nodded, and he started the engine and drove off. "You remember all that I have told you?" "Pretty much," Margaret replied. "What's the safeword again?" "Mercy." Margaret nodded, remembering the peculiar system – once and the sentence following was to be taken literally, three times to stop the scene immediately. Claretta continued: "Remember, my dear, with regard to what happens tonight, all is not as it appears." She now handed Margaret a mask. It would cover her forehead, temples and cheeks, and the upper part of her nose, and was painted mother-of-pearl with occasional specks of various colors. "You know what you shall be called?" Claretta asked her. "Yes, I'll be called - " She raised a hand to stop her. "Please do not tell me here. Call it a superstition of mine. Wait until we are there. It will have more power then." "Power?" "The power to transform," Claretta affirmed, "to bring forth light from shadow. Or, at least, to begin to do so." Margaret nodded. More mystery. She hoped it would be worth it. They reached the mansion at dusk. Two guards, clad in black uniforms with red trim and white gloves, checked them through the massive iron gate. The estate was remote, and the grounds enormous. Several cars were already parked, their masked occupants leaving them to go inside. Scurrying about were several attendants, all male, all wearing bright white shirts and jodhpurs with jet-black riding boots, gloves and stocking masks which completely obscured their faces. The mansion itself was completely white with shuttered windows, the outdoor lighting giving it an ominous glow. Both passenger doors opened at once, each lady greeted silently by an attendant. Claretta, now wearing a purple mask, explained that Margaret would need to change, and the garment bag was removed from the trunk. Margaret's attendant motioned for her to follow him, and she did. The walls inside the mansion were also bright white, as were the thick curtains over all of the windows. The floor was carpeted a blood-red, and all of the furniture was a shiny obsidian black, like the attendants' leather boots. Margaret's attendant escorted her to a small changing room on the first floor, handing her the garment bag. She thanked him, and he gave a quick bow and left. Taking off her mask for a moment, she looked about. There was a small upholstered bench, a chair, and a coat stand; a full-length mirror covered the door, and there was even a sink and towels. She hung up her garment bag and proceeded to change. Margaret had selected her outfit with care – a red dress, light blue scarf, and black high-heeled shoes. When she was ready, she stepped out and walked down the hall to the entryway. There an attendant bowed his head and motioned for her to enter the great ballroom. Several people were already gathered there, the bright hues of their masks a remarkable contrast to the tricolor decor scheme. Most were dressed as if for a black-and-white party, while others like Margaret and Claretta dressed in the colors that suited them. Samael had removed his white scarf, and wore a mask that matched the dark charcoal of his suit. He stood close at hand to Claretta, still in her fur, who was talking to a couple – she in a peach mask with red circles on the cheeks, and a black dress with white trim, he in a black mask with white eyebrows, wearing a tuxedo. As Margaret walked over to them, an attendant offered an iced tea from his tray, and she graciously accepted. "You look magnificent, my dear!" Claretta complimented. "Thank you," she smiled. Claretta introduced the couple, Largo and his wife Aria, who extended a hand to her. "And you are called?" Margaret took her hand and said: "Miranda." Aria squeezed her hand. "Welcome, Miranda." "Yes, welcome," a baritone voice proclaimed. Margaret turned to see their host, a huge man, well over six feet with broad shoulders, shaved head, arched eyebrows and impeccable goatee. He wore a black kimono, and at either side was a woman wearing a black balaclava mask and floor-length white cape. The man lifted both hands with their long, pointed nails. "Welcome to the Lair!" He then introduced his two female attendants – Sabine on his right, Lucrece on his left. Each curtseyed in response. "And I am called Tarquin. Now, if you will excuse me, I must steal Lady Claretta from you." Claretta joined Tarquin as they glided into another room, with Samael and the two cloaked women following them. Margaret remained with Largo and Aria. She noticed a raised platform nearby, with a large tilting table and a smaller one covered with a red cloth. "So," Aria inquired, "where did you meet Claretta?" "At the Rose and Thorn," she answered. "Have you been a member there long?" "Oh, I'm not a member. Just came with some friends, just the one time." "And straight from there to here," Aria remarked, then let out a laugh. "You are a brave soul!" Margaret decided to turn attention away from her. "How long have you two been here?" "Three years now," Largo said. "We don't attend as often as many – " Suddenly, Tarquin reappeared and clapped his hands three times, silencing the room. "And now," he intoned, "ladies and gentlemen, for tonight's entertainment, ... " Three women in strapless latex leotards and matching boots burst in – Lady Claretta in purple, Sabine and Lucrece in red, all three masked as before. They rushed to Aria and carried her screaming to the staged area. Three male attendants immediately grabbed Largo, who struggled in protest. The other guests cheered and clapped as Aria was secured to the table. Sabine and Lucrece stood on either side of the table to hold it steady, while Claretta stood in front of her. She whipped the red cloth off of the small table, revealing three strap-on dildoes and a large knife. Claretta held out her hand, and the knife was handed to her. Slowly and artistically, she cut away Aria's dress, then her cami top, and then her panties. Largo, pinned into a chair, struggled in vain as he cried out for the three to leave his beloved alone. Then each woman took a strap-on, fastened it to their bodies, and took turns ravishing their helpless victim to the roar of the crowd, as Margaret looked on in silence, stunned and awed, shaking as she resisted the urge to intervene, half-hoping to hear the word Mercy, unable to look away as Aria released a guttural cry, back and neck arched, mouth wide open, fingers curled. The audience applauded when the ravishment was done. Claretta went off the stage to another room, as Sabine and Lucrece gently removed the limp Aria from the table. The three attendants who restrained Largo now gave him a towel and a drink. Margaret stood in a corner, arms wrapped about her, as she saw the others chatting and smiling about the spectacle they just saw – and enjoyed. But it wasn't their enjoyment that disturbed her. It was hers. Claretta emerged, changed into a simple dress, a white towel to mop perspiration from her body. The ballroom applauded her performance, and she accepted handshakes and congratulations. It was already late, and people started to leave. And there, in another corner, Aria was wrapped in a white robe – and the arms of her beloved Largo. They giggled and snuggled as Margaret approached them. Aria noticed, and smiled at her. "Yes, Miranda," she assured her, "I'm all right. Never been better." Largo grinned as he caressed his wife's arm. "You staged this?" "Tarquin staged it," Largo said. "We gave him the particulars." "Whenever we come up with a new fantasy," Aria continued, "we come to him. We weren't even sure this would be the night he'd pull this off. Or that Claretta would be joining in." "An added treat!" Largo murmured with a grin. They held one another close, all smiles. Margaret staggered backwards, then regained composure and walked to Claretta, talking with Tarquin as Samael stood by holding her fur. Tarquin's eyes met Margaret's and he gave a bow before gliding off. "You're quite all right, my dear?" Claretta inquired. "Yes," she said, "I'll be fine." "I did warn you, did I not? All is not as it appears." Margaret felt herself again. Yes, she was right. It looked cruel, yet it brought joy. It was one couple's fantasy, and the delight of all here who shared similar desires. And most of all, it was desire acted upon, cleansing and healing. Claretta gestured, and Samael draped the fur over her shoulders. It was time to leave. The ride back was mostly silent, yet punctuated here and there with questions and explanations. "Did you enjoy yourself, my dear?" Claretta inquired. Margaret nodded. "I didn't think I would, but ... it was exciting." Claretta smirked. "Indeed it was!" Margaret turned to her. "Are all these ravishment scenes done at parties, with an audience?" "Oh, no. Most are private. Either way, Tarquin is most adept at helping to arrange them." Margaret registered that fact in her head, and turned to the window. Claretta then invited her: "Do let me know if you'd ever like to visit the Lair again." "I will," Margaret replied. Then she turned to Claretta and said: "I would." *** Eleven *** Margaret indeed went back to the Lair again, this time to attend a class on rope bondage. The instructor, a man with a salt-and-pepper goatee called Omar, asked for a volunteer, and she found herself slowly raising her hand. He smiled from beneath his mask, green with white markings, and thanked her for coming up. One by one he demonstrated different methods of restraint, different types of rope, different ways of tying wrists and ankles together. The rope glided over her like a serpent, and his fingers felt like feathers. Afterwards, during the social hour, she took time to meet some of the members and ask them questions – not too personal, but focused enough to give her insight. Shortly after that, Claretta called her. "Tarquin would like to know if you'd consider formally joining the Lair." Margaret thought her heart stopped. "What's involved?" "An interview, payment of dues, and signing a statement. I can tell you more in detail, if you'd like." Margaret agreed, and they arranged to meet for tea. Claretta explained the strict protocol of the Lair, and went over the membership agreement. After that, she set up an appointment for the formal interview at Tarquin's mansion. The interview room had black walls and floor, a dark red ceiling, and stark white furniture. There was one chair for Margaret, and three tall chairs around a semicircular table. Then the Troika entered. Tarquin took the center chair. Claretta sat on his left. To his right was a stout black man with gray hair and magenta mask, whom Tarquin introduced as Jonas. "We are here to consider," Tarquin intoned, "your application and nomination for membership. I understand that you have discussed the matter with Lady Claretta." "Yes, that's correct." "You therefore understand," Jonas inquired, "why we are such an exclusive club, and the necessity of our protocols to protect members' anonymity." "I do." Tarquin held out his hands. "Please reiterate," he told her, then folded his hands in front of his face. "I'm aware," she explained, "that some enforcement do not look too kindly towards a club where explicit sexual activity takes place. There is also preventing blackmail and harassment. And Lady Claretta explained to me that some in the larger SM community don't fully appreciate or understand ravishment." "Yes," Claretta murmured, "they will often say: 'Your kink is not my kink, but your kink is okay' – but how often it is observed more in breach than actual practice." Tarquin turned to Claretta and nodded, then looked back at Margaret. "Your own interest in ravishment?" At first, she felt the familiar twinge of discomfort, but as she spoke, her speech and posture became more and more relaxed: "I've fantasized about this since I was a teenager. I've wondered why, and recently I've found myself wanting to explore this more fully, more deeply. I believe the Lair is where I can best do this, among like-minded souls." Now Jonas leaned in closer. "Do you look forward to performing a scene?" "I believe that it's not obligatory to perform a scene, either privately or at a party." "But it is obligatory to contribute – " "On a volunteer basis, yes," she stated. "Assisting with classes, or providing aftercare for ravishees. And I'm perfectly willing to contribute my fair share in that regard. But I also understand that there's no quota or other strict requirement. In fact, I'm surprised at how modest the membership fee is, given this mansion and the grounds." That made Tarquin's eyebrows pop up. Claretta leaned towards his ear, quietly explaining Margaret's aptitude for business. He grinned from ear to ear. "You are quite right, Miranda. This estate is my private property. I am financially independent, and can afford to subsidize the Lair's activities in a most generous fashion." "I see," she replied politely. "I hope I've not given offense." "Not at all," he assured her. "You mentioned wanting to explore your interest more deeply. Could you elaborate, please?" "Well, comparing different fantasies. Seeing how people ... stage them, act them out. I guess that, most important, is learning that I'm not alone." There was a minute of silence before Tarquin turned first to Claretta, then to Jonas, asking each if they had any further questions. They indicated no, and Tarquin turned back to Margaret. "If you would mind stepping outside, Miranda." She nodded, rose and left the room. An attendant was waiting outside, and he escorted her back to the ballroom. Margaret could feel her skin tingling as the attendant stepped behind the bar and waited. She ordered a tomato juice, and paced over the thickly carpeted floor as she waited, ... waited, ... took the glass of juice from the bar, ... waited, ... sipped, ... waited, ... At last, another attendant came, followed closely by Sabine and Lucrece. In one hand, he held a black lacquered wood tray, with a white card. Margaret swallowed, held her breath, reached over, lifted the card, and turned it over. There in red calligraphy was a single word: Taken Margaret snapped up, her face pale. And Sheri knew why. "You go to the Lair?" She worried about what Claretta and the others had warned her. Fortunately, Sheri was not like that. She reassured her, and then she asked if she had ever done a scene there. Margaret shook her head. "You don't have to." "Well, duh! But, do you want to? I mean, you're going there for a reason, right?" Yes, she did. But still, she found it hard to say. Sheri folded her hands under her chin, and waited until Margaret's gaze locked into hers. Then she asked her slowly: "What do you want that brings you there?" Margaret leaned closer. "I can't tell you right here," she whispered. "No," Sheri said, "but you can tell someone, someplace." She unfolded her hands and leaned forward. "Margaret, you're really good about getting what you want in business. Now do the same thing with sex." Her statement was blunt, and struck at a core issue for Margaret. She had never had a problem dealing with men in business matters. Business was business – dollars and cents, timetables, contracts, the bottom line. But with sex, relationships, romance – that was a different matter. Sometimes she envied those women who provided sex for money. It was business, up front, straightforward: "Here's what I'm willing to do, and for how much." Margaret began to think. Her fantasy was a transaction. The currency was fulfillment and pleasure. Men did this all the time. Why not her? Yes, she could do this. Yes, she would. *** Thirteen *** Every spare moment Margaret had was about putting her fantasy in writing. Claretta gave her excellent advice, the most important of which was how essential "the why" of her fantasy would be. Who, what, where, when, how – those details were part of the plot, and any one could be altered. But the theme, the emotions and desires behind it – the why – that drove everything. She reached inside to find the why. What was it about this that was so arousing, so compelling, so powerful? She tried to find it, mulling over the details, of how and when the fantasy came into being. Sitting at home, or in the neighborhood café, she'd be staring off somewhere while tapping her pencil on something, tap-tap-tap, only becoming so frustrated the tapping would turn into pounding. There was a why, somewhere in those shadows, ... One Tuesday, she'd gone for a long swim in the pool. Her arms and legs felt a deep burn from doing so many laps, and she lay floating on her back, eyes closed, skin cooled, ears filling with the windlike whisper of the water's gentle motions. She'd usually just jump out of the pool, dry herself off, sitting for a while. Floating still like this was so very different for her, so contrary to what she always thought. Pools are for swimming, not lying in the water doing nothing. But she wasn't doing nothing – not exactly – she was regaining equilibrium, having worked herself up so much by swimming so many laps today that she took an opposite tack to bring things back on track. Contrary, ... opposite, ... paradox. Yes. She needed to embrace paradox – seeming contradiction which was, in fact, the union of complementary opposites to bring wholeness and balance. "Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence." Her fantasy, yes, was full of contraries. Attraction and repulsion, desire and fear, control and surrender. Passion. Awe. Trust. Yes. Margaret opened her eyes, lifted her head, arms and legs swirling to keep her body afloat, then swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out. Drying herself off, she began to think again, feel again, about her fantasy, about the why, the contraries that made the why. Yes, now it all came together. She finished the write-up soon after, and emailed it to Tarquin. Two days later, she received an email: Miranda: Such a beautiful rendering! Please give me a date and time when I might call upon you. Tarquin On the appointed day, Margaret took extra care to ready her condo. Fresh sheets on the bed, smoothed to a crisp surface. Kitchen spotless and bright, the sugar and salt and pepper moved from the now bare table to the nearby countertop. Books arranged, dust exiled, shades and curtains carefully arranged. The doorbell rang. Margaret straightened her dress and her hair, and buzzed him in. Tarquin entered, removing his hat. As Margaret put away his hat and walking stick, he looked about her condominium. "A most lovely abode." "Thank you," she said, and they sat on the couch. "Unfortunately," he told her, "it will not do for our purposes." "Why not?" "Too little distance from your neighbors. Were they to hear a suspicious ruckus and contact the authorities – " "Yes, you're right. I hadn't thought of that." He then removed a small photo album from his coat pocket. "I do, however, have a furnished cottage at my disposal, surrounded by wooded land, most suitable for what you seek." He handed her the album. As Margaret flipped through the photos of the dwelling, memories came back to her of the house in which she grew up. She looked up at Tarquin and thanked him. "And now," he continued, producing a note pad and pen, "on to other details. Timing, for one. I presume that weekends and holidays would be best?" "Yes." "Please arrange to stay at the cottage during those times. If, perchance, you cannot stay during a particular weekend or holiday – business trip, family – please notify me in advance, as a courtesy." "Of course." "Now, as to who will be your ravisher – " Margaret cut him off bluntly: "I don't want to know that." Tarquin raised an eyebrow. "You are certain?" "I trust you," she asserted. "Well, Claretta trusts you, and I trust her." He smiled and nodded. "Whoever it is," she went on, "I don't want to see his face. He should wear a mask, like what your attendants wear." "Doing so for such a prolonged period may become an uncomfortable hindrance. Would you consent to being blindfolded part of the time?" She considered it for a moment. "All right. And gloves. He has to wear leather gloves." He took note of that, underlining the words. "Since you will not know exactly when, or whom, this will necessitate the use of a startword." "Startword – is that like a safeword?" "Very much so. In this case, a word or phrase by which your ravisher may identify himself." She looked about, trying to think of something. Going over to the bookcase, a slim volume of poetry caught her eye. She pulled it out, opened it, and found one of her favorites. Then she brought it over to Tarquin. "The first line," she told him. He took the book, his eyes never leaving the page. "Ah, yes. A very familiar quotation. And quite appropriate, indeed." With that, he closed the book with one hand, making a low but echoing clop, and handed it back to her as he stood. "Anything else?" she asked him. "I believe we have covered the more essential points for this scene. We can go into more precision later." "Is that really necessary?" "Ravishment is one of the most primal forms of erotic play. Hence the greater need for rules and ritual, to assure your safety, and be deserving of your trust." Margaret nodded in assent. "There is one matter of psychology that concerns me," he went on. "You've never done any type of scene before, yet you've requested one of unusual length and intensity. Might I therefore suggest, to better prepare and acclimate yourself, that you first engage in a shorter and simpler scenario." She felt herself shiver. "What do you mean?" "At the mansion. Say, late Saturday morning, with one of my attendants in an upstairs room. I can suggest the particulars later, and of course you decide who shall provide aftercare." She turned away, thinking for a moment. Yes, it made sense. She turned back, nodded in assent, and said: "But I want to approve the details first." He grinned. "I would expect nothing less." *** Fourteen *** She arrived at the mansion, greeted by Sabine and Lucrece in their masks and capes. In the entryway was Isolde, an acquaintance from Lair parties, who greeted her and walked with her to the changing room. Margaret took her time to undress, freshen up, and don her simple white cotton slip and ballet-shoe slippers. She sat on the bench, breathing deeply. This was more nerve-wracking than she'd thought! When she was finally collected, she opened the door and stepped outside. No one else was in sight, and it made the large mansion seem twice its size, causing her to feel like a naughty child wandering where she did not belong. Up the stairs and down the hall, she saw the light coming through the door at the very end. Slowly she walked, heart pounding, skin tingling, fists clenching and releasing over and over to control her shaking. She wanted this – it was finally doing it, even so pared down, every step bringing her closer and closer to that point, ... The room was sparse. A wrought- iron frame bed with red sheets sat in the middle. The curtains were tied back, allowing the room to be lit solely by the sun. She touched the door with just her fingertips, pushing it open, expecting it to squeak or creak, but it swung smoothly and silently. She tiptoed to the bed, and halfway there felt one gloved hand on her mouth, another taking one of her arms behind her back, a man's body pressing against her, his heavy breath on her neck and face as the ravisher forced her forward and face down on the crimson satin. She cried out and struggled as he brought her hands over her head, sitting astride her hips, binding her wrists together with red and black braided rope, tying them to the head of the bed frame. Now she lay on her back and saw her ravisher, masked with leather gloves and boots, black condom on his cock, nothing else, one soft doeskin-clad hand over her mouth, the other reaching beneath her slip, preparing her for the consummate act, as she kicked and squirmed and screamed. His erect cock caught her attention, the pubic hair trimmed close, then she saw her slip being raised, his free hand sliding upwards, now revealing her breasts, gently cupping them, pressing down, running down her stomach, pressing the bared heel of his hand against her crotch, rubbing onto her clit, sliding his thumb inside her as she arched her neck, trembling as the heat and damp grew from within her. Then the time came, and he fucked her, his gloved hands going all over her body and face, his covered face caressing her neck and shoulders, his grunts and sighs almost in rhythm with her cries, driving, taking, fondling, breathing, bringing her to climax with such suddenness that she herself could not hear herself groan or feel herself breathe, only the heat of her flesh growing flushed in its tremors like lava flowing beneath the earth. He released her hands from the bed frame, and left her there. Margaret rolled on her side, drenched and still quivering, taking in air in slow gasps as she kept her eyes closed. She couldn't think, only feel, still immersed in the sensation and emotion. In time, she heard the muffled sound of footsteps on the carpet down the hall, then in the room. "Miranda?" She turned and opened her eyes to see Isolde, with a large black towel folded over her arm. Margaret rolled over onto her back, holding up her hands, and Isolde went to undo the knots and remove the rope. Margaret resisted the urge to rub her wrists – she'd learned that would only make things worse. She sat up, Isolde handed her the towel, and she pressed it against her face, throat and upper chest as Isolde sat next to her. "Would you like to talk?" Isolde asked her. "Not right now," she said. It was hard to speak, and not just because she was still out of breath. "I still ... need ... maybe later." "All right," Isolde said softly. Then she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" She looked at her, grinned, and nodded. Isolde smiled back from under her mask. "Just need a little more time alone?" Margaret nodded again, and Isolde squeezed her hand and left the room. Margaret sat still for a few moments, still trying to come down from the heights to which she'd been taken. Still hard to think, to even form words. She stood, wrapped the towel about her shoulders, and walked over to the window to gaze at the autumn foliage outside. Finally, she was ready, and went downstairs. Isolde had tea and treats ready. They sat down, still silent for a while as they sipped and nibbled, until Margaret managed to speak: "I see now why Tarquin thought I should do this." Isolde blinked and smiled. "Yes, an actual ravishment can be much more intense than you could imagine. My lover and I have done ... so many, and still I can feel almost overwhelmed." "Almost overwhelmed," Margaret repeated. "Yes, that's right." "Tarquin simply told me that the fantasy you have is more elaborate." "And more demanding." "Do you think, after this, you'd be ready?" Margaret sat still, thinking it over. "I think so. I hope so. I just know, if I don't do this, don't get it out of my system, ... " She hesitated again, catching her breath, then recited: "She who desires and acts not, breeds pestilence." Isolde nodded in understanding, and finished her first cup of tea. "I remember feeling the same way, for a long time. But I also wanted to be sure that I could do so without regret." She picked up the pot, pouring herself another cup, then refilling Margaret's cup as well. "My only concern," Margaret expressed, "was that this was sex for it's own sake. But, I'm feeling like that less and less. This isn't just sex. This isn't just lust. This goes deeper. Maybe that's why I want it so much." Isolde looked straight into her eyes. "Do you find, after today, wanting to fulfill your fantasy even more?" Margaret didn't hesitate in her answer: "Yes." *** Fifteen *** She was almost done working out the details with Tarquin when her older sister called. Kate would be in town with her daughter, Annie, who had recently started college. "I should warn you," Kate told her, "she's changed a lot." Annie had her father's curly black hair, only now it was cut short. She dressed in scruffy jeans, faded t-shirts, denim jacket, sandals and a permanent scowl of sweeping disapproval. And that was just her appearance. Kate told Margaret that she was now staunchly vegan and caffeine-free – or, more precisely, anti-carnivore and anti-caffeine; even honey and chocolate were out of the question. Margaret stocked up on food from an organic market she sometimes went to, set up the guest room for Kate and the sleeper couch for Annie. Kate and Margaret chatted like old times, while Annie spent much of the time sulking and reading. When she did talk, it was to go off on a rant about one political issue or another. Margaret tried to stay out of it, while her sister rolled her eyes and sighed. Then there was the bookstore. Kate had taken Annie shopping and browsing at one of the large chain bookstores downtown. When they came back, they were both stewing. Kate explained that her daughter – or "your niece," as she said to Margaret – had defaced a thirty dollar book of art photography. "Defaced it! How? Why?" Annie proudly held it up. She had made a sticker with a white address label and red magic marker that read: STOP KILLING WOMEN! There it was on the black cover of the book. "It's pornography!" she declared with a scowl. Margaret put one hand on her hip. "You mean erotica." "Erotica's just a fancy name for high-priced porn," Anne pronounced. "Well, whatever you call it, I think it's a stretch to say that artistic photos of nudes – " Annie thrust the book at her. "It's worse than that! Take a look!" Margaret sighed, took the book, and opened it. The photos showed nude and semi-nude figures in bondage, dressed in fetish wear, using floggers and riding crops and rattan canes. She shuddered, then closed the book and tossed it aside. All she could manage to say is: "I agree the subject matter is extreme." "But that still doesn't justify vandalism," Kate chastised her. Annie gave a dismissive sneer. "So you'd condemn the freedom riders who sat in at segregated lunch counters?" "This isn't like that," Kate insisted. "Then what's it like, then?" "Trashing the lunch counter," Margaret suggested. "Well, if the lunch counter is serving poison – " "Then don't eat there," Margaret interrupted. "And if you don't like these pictures – " "It's not that simple. Images like this encourage violence against women." "How?" "Look at them!" Annie screamed, waving her arms about. "Women bound and gagged and beaten, objectified and dehumanized! This is what desensitizes men and encourages them: 'Go ahead! Dominate women! Subjugate them! Beat them and rape them and use them, they like that!' And you think just walking away from it is going to get rid of it?" Margaret was trying very hard to contain herself. She was getting more and more angry, and not just because her niece was yelling at her. She was getting more and more angry because this was hitting too close to home – and yet she couldn't say anything. She simply took one deep breath after another, then picked up the book and flipped through the images again. And then she noticed: "Some of these are of women dominating men." "Yeah, so?" "So, you said this was all about men dominating and subjugating women." She showed one of the pictures. "This sort of blows your theory – " "That woman is only doing that because a man is making her." "'Making her'? You sound like she's being forced." "Of course she is!" "How can you be so sure? I mean, were you there when they were taking that photo?" Now it was Annie's turn to roll her eyes and sigh. "Oh, come on! I don't have to be!" "Why not?" "Because it's obvious!" "Really? Doesn't seem so 'obvious' to me." "She's posing! It's a fantasy! A man's fantasy!" "To be dominated and humiliated by a woman?" "But only the way he wants. She's just a toy in his sick little mind." "So there's no way that a woman could fantasize about dominating and controlling others, of enjoying the rush of power – " "No." Margaret narrowed her eyes. "You're so sure. So sure you know the heart and mind of every woman out there. So sure you know what's best for all of us." Annie started to turn red. Kate now tried to step in and speak calmly: "Honey, we're not saying you shouldn't be offended, but two wrongs – " "Yeah, yeah, yeah, 'two wrongs don't make a right,' I know." "No," Kate said, her voice more measured and firm, "I don't think you do. Otherwise you wouldn't be taking that tone with me." With that, Annie grabbed her jacket and her bag and stomped out of the condo. Kate grumbled and started to go after her, but Margaret put a gentle hand on her arm and shook her head. "What am I going to do with her?" Kate asked, her forehead matching the strain in her voice. "Be patient," Margaret insisted softly. "I've had classmates who were like her, embracing radical feminism with all this passion and indignation." "You were kind of like that yourself." "Oh, nowhere near like her! Let me guess, she lives in an all-women's collective of some kind?" Kate nodded. "Shares a house with four other women. And she always makes a point of telling me that three of them are lesbians." "She's got two choices. Either stay cloistered in a ideological commune the rest of her life, or live in the real world." "That's what worries me. I mean, isn't there some way we can bring her back to the real world?" Margaret tried to comfort her as best she could, until Kate said she needed to lie down. Margaret then took the book into her room and looked through it. A few months ago, she'd have never admitted to herself how much some of those images aroused and interested her. But neither Kate nor Annie would understand – Kate was too conventional, and Annie too extreme. At least Kate wasn't making an effort to oppress her. Yes, Annie was oppressing her, even if she didn't know it, all in the name of women's liberation, and it made her angry. Here she was, a competent citizen and businesswoman, and this nineteen year old ideologue was convinced she knew better! Margaret put aside the book and went into the kitchen to brew some tea. Lady Claretta had turned her on to jasmine tea, and she found the scent and delicate flavor a soothing balm. Still, she couldn't stop thinking about Annie's arguments, and Kate's desire to have her look beyond the orthodoxies she'd swallowed whole and was regurgitating at them whenever she had the chance. Margaret remembered Professor Leone, her advisor and teacher, and a maverick among the faculty's feminist contingent. She had often debated other feminists – students, other professors, and visiting speakers – on various issues, and always pushed her students to continually question assumptions and challenge contradictions from every side, including and especially their own. Question and challenge – yes. Taken Annie finally came back, plopping down on the couch. Margaret now came into the living room, and sat down across from her. "What?" Annie snapped. Margaret put down her mug of tea. "What does feminism mean to you? In just a few words, what is feminism?" Annie did a double-take. "Wow! Um, ... Justice. For women. Justice for women." "How?" She shrugged. "Abortion rights. Lesbian rights." "Those are two ways. But what if a woman doesn't want to have an abortion, or be a lesbian?" "Then she doesn't have to. The point is that she should have the choice." "If you don't like abortion, then don't have one." "Right." "And if you don't like lesbians, then don't be one." "And just leave them alone." "And if you don't like porn – " "Hold on!" Annie raised her voice. "That's a different thing completely." "How?" "Pornography isn't just images and writing. It's the core of patriarchal attitudes towards women – that we're just things, objects for men's pleasure." "You're saying that, wherever there is oppression of women, there is pornography, and vice versa." "Exactly." "So what if you have a society where women are oppressed, but there is no pornography?" Annie didn't respond, so Margaret continued: "Societies in the Pacific islands, for example." "That's not the same thing!" "You said," Margaret went on, "that pornography was at the heart of women's oppression, that they go hand in hand. Now, if you can have a sexist society without pornography, then maybe you can have – " "Pornography without sexism? Yeah, right!" "Why not?" "Because porn is degrading and abusive to women by definition." "Really? Does that mean gay male porn isn't really porn? I mean, there are no women, so – " Annie growled, slammed her fists into the sofa, and jumped up. "You don't get, Aunt Margaret! You just don't get it!" Margaret stood to look her in the eye. "You're right. I don't get it. It doesn't make sense to me. So help me to understand." "How?" "By reading and listening to all sides of the issue, instead of just repeating what you've been told." Annie folded her arms. "You telling me you think porn's a good thing?" "Not necessarily. I'm saying it could be more complicated than that." "Well, maybe you should look at all sides of the issue, too." Margaret gave a nod. "Fair enough. We'll both look at it, and keep in touch. Deal?" Annie gave a smirk and held out a hand. "Deal," she agreed, and they shook on it. *** Sixteen *** She reviewed the remaining details and confirmed them with Tarquin as he requested. When all was ready, she gave Ari the phone number for the cottage, simply explaining that she could be reached there for emergencies on most weekends, until further notice. Then she packed an overnight bag and drove there after work on a Friday. Seeing the pictures was one thing. Being in the space was another. The interior was warm and cozy. The living room had a working fireplace, and the eat-in kitchen was bright and clean. She opened the back door, looked at the porch light, and flicked the switch to test it. Leaving this light on was her signal. She went upstairs to the two bedrooms and bathroom, and chose the room with the four-poster bed. Changing into a flannel shirt and sweat pants, she lit a fire in the fireplace, turned on the stereo to play classical music, made some tea, and curled up with a good book on the living room couch. When she was ready for bed, she changed into cotton camisole and panties, and crawled under the covers. She never expected it to happen during the first weekend – that would be too obvious. At least she had a chance to relax and become accustomed to the new surroundings. Her new routine fell into place - weekdays at work, weeknights at home, weekends at the cottage. Occasionally, she would spend Friday nights at the Lair, and one weekend she went away to a family gathering. The weeks went by, then a month, then two months, well into three, and the tension became unbearable. Especially since she had chosen to refrain from masturbating during the wait. Finally, she approached Tarquin at a Lair party. "Do you wish to cancel the arrangements?" he asked her. "No! I want them to happen. Actually happen!" "And they shall happen," he assured her. "At the proper time." "But when is the 'proper time'?" she pressed. Tarquin looked straight at her. "The time that is right for both you and your ravisher. Be patient, Miranda. Be patient." She tried to be, but it was hard. The waiting reminded her of that time in college, waiting for Brent to take her. The Monday after that meeting, she came home, and the phone rang. The voice on the other end was low and measured. "Miranda?" She straightened up. "Who is this?" "Tarquin tells me that you are growing impatient with me." Her eyes turned to the window. "Are you my ravisher?" "I will be," the voice replied, "when the time is right." "I'm just worried that you're not really into this." "I am, I assure you. Your fantasy is most intriguing. And I am very ... taken ... with you." Margaret tried to speak, but found it hard to find the words for a minute. "When can I expect – " "If I tell you," he interrupted, "then it wouldn't be a surprise, as you wished. Rest assured. The time will come." There was a click on the other end. Margaret walked closer to the window. Had he been watching her? She wondered. It was spooky to think of that – and thrilling, even flattering. Her heart hammered so hard, it almost threw her off balance. She went into her bedroom, aching for relief. The next day, she swam laps in the pool, then spent time floating weightless. The peace, the coolness, the sound of the water mixed with remembering his reassuring words, balanced with her anticipation. Yes, she thought, be patient. *** Seventeen *** She arrived at the cottage late Saturday morning, having spent Friday night with friends enjoying the symphony. It had been a while since she'd been to a concert, and it was just what she needed. She took a hot bath, had a late lunch, and relaxed in the living room until about half past six, going upstairs to bed. Half-awake, she thought she heard a noise downstairs. She got out of bed, put on her slippers and bathrobe, and crept downstairs, turning on the lights as she went. The living room was silent. The kitchen was empty. Quarter to eight on the clock. Trembling, she checked the back door. Still locked, no sign that anyone had come in. Back in the living room, she looked about some more, arms folded over herself, shivering half with fear and half with excitement. All for nothing – and she'd probably never get any sleep! And to top it off, she had to pee. She strode up the stairs into the bathroom, took off her robe, and used the toilet. After washing and drying her hands, she took the robe off the hook and was about to put it back on. Wait a minute, why was she bothering? She carried it in one hand as she opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Without warning, an arm gripped her waist, a glove over her face, and a familiar mysterious voice whispered in her ear: "Tiger, tiger, burning bright!" As soon as she screamed, she was on her knees. Her ravisher brought her face down to the floor, and began to caress her crotch through her panties with his free gloved hand. She inhaled deeply between her cries, taking in the scent of his leather. He whispered into her ear, groping and stroking her before dragging her into the bedroom. She found herself helpless, her hands tied to one of the bed posts, then her ankles bound together. Dressed head to toe in black, the ravisher displayed a large Bowie knife. She forgot how to breathe. As the cold metal slid under her panties, she squealed, and he pulled up the blade to slice through the cotton. Her panties came off quickly, followed by her top, and once again his hands explored her as he whispered in his low, gravelly voice ... poetry. Her eyes were open, yet she never saw him undo his pants, only felt the head of his sheathed cock rubbing against her, bringing her closer and closer to arousal despite her gasping: "No! No! No!" She ached, feeling herself approaching climax, arching her back as she tried to convey in her repeated no's that she couldn't stand the teasing. And then he went into her, and her no became a quaking, incomprehensible moan. The ravisher laughed, whispering his delight that her body took pleasure, wrapping his arms about her as he thrust and gyrated, bringing her to one breathless climax after another until he groaned and pushed with relief. She panted and went limp, eyes closed, feeling the touch of his gloves ever so gently gracing the surface of her still simmering skin. The ravisher went away, leaving her naked and tethered to the bedpost. Would he leave her there, tied and helpless? She tried to position herself to look at the clock, see how long he'd been gone. Maybe he expected her to escape, so that he could capture her again? She tried to reach the knot on the rope with her teeth, to pull it loose and free her hands. Then he came back, a dark scarf in his hands which he brought to her eyes. She shook her head and tried to struggle, but he straddled over her to hold her still and fastened the scarf about her head. Her squeals earned her a soft cloth in her mouth, and she continued to groan as her ravisher climbed off her and teased her more with his leather-clad hands and feather-soft voice. Then he lay next to her, and she could feel he was naked. His fingers went to her crotch, and she could feel her heart exploding, her breath scorching her lungs, her skin prickle with the fire of want, and then her being entered, then vacated, then entered again, while her ravisher murmured a sonnet she could not recognize in the overwhelming sensations. And then he took her again, pushing into her from behind, one hand's fingers woven into her hair and pulling her head still as his mouth worked on her neck, the other roaming over the front of her body with generous time against her mons and clit, and she came so violently that her mouth opened wide, the gag fell out, and a cry rose from deep within her, sounding like an attempt at no but releasing a long-denied yes. She barely remembered what happened soon after. She knew the soft leather ran over her back as she lay face down, her face nestled between her upper arms, the scent of her own passion entering her breath. Then she was left alone again, floating in sensation so that she could not think. She didn't want to think, only feel. Her muscles ached wonderfully, her skin wet, her ears roaring with the sound of the pulse in her arms, and all she could feel of the outside was a draft coming through the open bedroom door. Her ravisher came back, rolling her on her back. She felt and tasted his calfskin glove, with hints of herself, against her lips, as his other hand went over the rest of her. She shook her head, attempting to say no, but only managing a squeal. "Shall I take you again?" he whispered, over and over, as she wriggled in faux resistance. She tried not to smile, biting her lower lip, only to have him tenderly pry open her mouth. He crawled on top of her, his member rubbing between her thighs, his still unseen face by hear ear, whispering once more: "Shall I take you again, ... as you have taken me?" She found herself panting and whimpering showing resistance while wanting yet again to be taken, feeling his hands running from her elbows, over her drenched armpits, across the sides of her chest, resting on her hips until he took her again, her head pressing against the pillow as he enjoyed her flesh, kissing her all over, holding her still at her hips, fucking her without mercy or malice, taking her, ravishing her, embracing and transmuting and returning her power and desire mixed with his own, until she lay still and silent again. When she awoke, her blindfold was off. The ravisher was dressed and masked again. She tried to speak, but could only gasp, and he held a finger to her lips, then untied her hands. Gently, he draped the sheet over her body and folded her arms across her torso. He brought his hidden face to her ear. "You're all right?" She nodded, her mouth twitching into a smile. He brought his fingertips to her eyelids, and brushed them closed. She lay still, hearing the soft sound of his rubber-soled shoes tread out of the room and down the stairs, as she drifted at last into sleep. *** Eighteen *** Margaret woke late Sunday morning, exhausted yet fulfilled, finally fulfilled. She remembered how he touched her, how he took control, how he voiced his own desire for her in ways she never imagined. He had ravished her in every way, taken her as she wished to be taken. She'd been taken, and cherished. She'd been held captive, and liberated. She'd released control, and gained even more. She'd fulfilled a base desire, and felt transcendent. On the table in the kitchen, she found a pair of black leather gloves, with distinctive markings stitched on the backs. She held them to her nose, taking in the medley of scents. Yes, these were what he wore. The phone rang, and she picked it up. "Hello?" That voice again. "How are you, Miranda?" She couldn't help grinning. "I'm fine, thank you. You left something on the kitchen table." "Those are yours to keep," he told her. "I have another pair." "That's very sweet." "No regrets?" the ravisher asked. "No," she answered. "No regrets." "Good," he replied, his voice becoming more gentle, more natural. "I would hate to disappoint a lady such as you." She suppressed a giggle. "And what type of lady do you think I am?" "What indeed!" he whispered, then recited to her: "What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand? And what dread feet?" Four breaths of silence, and then he hung up. After cleaning and packing, Margaret drove back home for the last time. Or, would it be? Perhaps she would use the cottage again. She had thought this would be just once, to act upon the desire and get it out of her system, but she could not help wondering about the face beneath that mask, the hands within the gloves, touching her skin and heart, twisting spirit and sinew both with caress and verse. The anonymity helped to keep her fantasy exciting. Now it brought a new sense of wondering. Driving home, she found a new desire, more subtle, seeking to be fulfilled. *** Nineteen *** She told few people about her weekend – who could she tell? Tarquin was a must, along with thanks for all of his arrangements. Claretta also received an email. Later that week, she spoke with Sheri over lunch, who grinned from ear to ear as she listened to the whispered tale. Ari, meanwhile, was going crazy trying to figure what had made his boss grin and beam so brightly. The next Wednesday, she decided to go to eight-minute dating one more time. For every man who sat with her, she asked two simple questions: recite a love poem, and tell me how you like to have sex. They were all totally taken aback, completely caught off guard, and a couple asked her: "Why? What does that tell you about me?" She had thought about it before going into the event, so she knew her answer: "I want to know that you have an imagination, and that you're not afraid to use it. Yes, I want a stable, loving relationship – ultimately. But not boring." The gloves remained with her, in her purse. Sometimes she took them out at night, enjoying the feel of them, running her fingertip over the intricate stitching, bringing them to her nose. And when she went to the next Lair party, she chose to tuck the gloves into her belt. She met Aria and Largo again, who had come back from a recent vacation. Isolde was there, too, and they chatted for a while. Then there came a man she hadn't seen, with red hair and a black mask with bright orange streaks. "Interesting accessory," he noted, pointing to the gloves. "A keepsake," she explained simply, then extended her hand. "Miranda." "Darius," he replied, taking her hand and gently kissing it, bringing a smile to her face. "Your voice seems a little familiar," she commented, "but I can't place the design of your mask. Have you been a member long?" "Quite a while," he said, "but I haven't been to a party for some time." Their conversation was interrupted by Tarquin announcing that the planned entertainment had been postponed, but that they had a number of guests and new members to the club, and that people were encouraged to socialize. The room then returned to normal, and a couple noticed Darius and rushed to greet him. He excused himself, but pleasantly expressed his hope that they could talk some more. Margaret went off to talk to one of the newcomers, a nervous young woman called Angelina. "Are you a guest here?" "Uh huh. Just curious." "Well," Margaret offered, "if you have any questions, feel free to ask." "Actually, I do," Angelina told her, "but I really don't like being in big crowds like this." Margaret nodded. "I'm sure we could find a place where you'd be more comfortable." With that, she led her to one of the attendants, who in turn directed them to an available room. The night went quickly, and she said good-byes to various friends before going to her car. Then she heard someone call out her name, and turned about. It was Darius. "Oh, hello again." He approached her slowly. "We never had a chance to talk. Perhaps you could give me a call?" It was unusual for members of the club to approach one another like this, and she hesitated in her response. He handed her a calling card, his hand in a black leather glove with distinctive markings stitched on the back. Still looking at the card, she slowly raised one hand to her side – yes, her gloves were still there. Looking into his eyes, she took the card. Darius smiled, obviously pleased, and departed for his car. Margaret called him a few nights later, recognizing his voice on the phone. "Darius?" "This must be Miranda!" "Yes!" she laughed. "How are you?" "Very well," he remarked. "I know Tarquin said that you didn't want to know who – " "It's all right," she assured him. "I didn't want to know beforehand. But, ... this is fine." She rolled her eyes. Damn, she thought, I sound like a doe-eyed schoolgirl. Then she grinned to herself. Oh, what the Hell! "In fact, I'd been wondering who that masked man was." He chuckled. "I guess I left an impression on you." "You did. I wasn't expecting you to recite poetry during the scene." "Well," he said softly, "I was inspired." That caught her off-guard. "By ... " "First off, your choice of a startword. That piqued my curiosity. Made me refresh my memory of Blake." "Yes, I remember." "Is that your favorite poet?" "One of them, yes. Yours?" "I'm more partial to John Donne." "Oh!" she cried out. "'Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee'!" "It's his love sonnets I truly enjoy. They're fantastic! You see such a command of language, conveying sublime passion." He began to recite some lines for her, and the conversation went on and on into the night – poetry, music, psychology, sexuality. Darius had come into ravishment reluctantly, attending a bondage class at the Lair some two years ago, and finding the excitement and intensity intoxicating. But, especially thrilling for him was in planning and executing more challenging scenes, such as hers. And finally, as midnight approached, she found the courage to ask: "Would you like to meet for dinner?" "I'd like that very much!" he chimed. "There's a French bistro on the south side of town." Taken I pull up into the driveway, the stereo turned up loud, somewhat disappointed that my time alone has come to an end. I had been enjoying the rare opportunity to relax and think only of myself for a change. I close the sunroof and take off my sunglasses, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the song to end. I climb out and head to the door, already making my mental 'to do' list. At least I have the house to myself for now. I turn the key in the lock of the back door, step into the mudroom, and hang my purse and sweater on the hook beside the door. I step out of my sandals and walk barefoot into the kitchen, the tile cool against my bare feet. The kitchen is dark, even on this sunny day. Why does he always insist on closing every blind in every room? Doesn't he know I hate a dark house? I reach into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, and the light from within illuminates a quick movement behind me. In that instant, before I can even form a complete thought, I am slammed forward into the refrigerator door. A large hand clamps against my mouth and nose and stifles my shriek of shock and fear. An arm wraps around my chest and traps my arms against me. My water bottle flies out of my hand and across the floor. I find myself strangely mesmerized by the movement of the bottle as the water sloshes back and forth inside it. I am suddenly broken from my reverie by the movement of my captor as he pulls me back against him. A quick gasp reminds me that I cannot catch much of a breath against the hand across my face. I kick backwards, trying to make contact, but a leg captures mine, pulling me closer against him. I am off balance, my mind racing. "Please, can't breathe…" I beg behind his hand. His hand loosens enough to give me room to take a shallow breath. I strain to turn my head, trying to get a look at his face, but he twists my head the opposite direction. "Don't scream, or I'll tape your mouth shut," he says, his hand tightening against my face again. I nod, unable to speak, trying to place his voice, racing to come up with a plan, any plan. "I'll do anything, please, do you want money? I have cash in my wallet." "Shut up," he mutters. He loosens his arm around me, and I take the opportunity to raise my arms and bring my elbows back into his chest. I find contact, and hear him grunt, and he is knocked backwards. Just as quickly, he shoves me forward onto the kitchen table, his weight against my back, knocking the breath out of me, bringing my arms back behind me and pinning my hands against my back. I cry out with the sudden wrenching pain. "Don't fight me. You'll lose," he says into my ear, his breath hot on my skin. His hand comes away from my mouth, and I gasp for more air. "I won't, I promise, please stop, you're hurting me," I whine, losing my composure, tears starting. "Come," he orders, pulling me up off the table, and I wonder if he thinks I have a choice in the matter. I am not a small woman, certainly, but he most definitely has the advantage in this situation. His size and his strategy has me overpowered. One hand holds my wrists together tightly behind me, and the other is clamped over my face again. I follow his directive as he pulls me backward and pushes me into the living room and up the stairs. I take the stairs slowly, gingerly, trying to avoid the shooting pain as he tightens his grip on my wrists behind my back. We reach the top of the stairs, and he steers me toward the bedroom. Did he walk the house while he waited? How did he know exactly where to go? As he pushes me toward the bed, I see a black bag on the dresser. I shudder in fear. He has been here, he's been here, he's been waiting for me...the thoughts race through my head. He deposits me on the bed with one hard shove, and I try to catch myself with my arms, which tingle and ache as the blood flow returns slowly. I hide my face, crying and shaking. I begin to pull myself toward the head of the bed, but he catches my ankle and pulls me backward. I fight against it for a moment, then give in, afraid to find out what he plans for me, but afraid to anger him. "Turn over." I hesitate, and he repeats himself. "I said, turn over. Now." I roll over, afraid to look at him. I look toward him, and am surprised that he stands over me, undisguised and openly examining me. He is tall, probably over 6 feet…or perhaps it's my vantage point making me think that? Black hair, cut short. Do I know him? Have I seen him before? I don't think I do. I would have noticed him. His eyes are dark and piercing. Why does he want me to see his face? The thoughts that rise up inside of me scare me more than anything that's happened so far. He has set the black bag at the end of the bed, and he reaches into it. My eyes follow his movements as he pulls white rope from the bag. His hand grabs my ankle and I jerk back against his touch, which quickly tightens against my resistance. I kick at his hand with my other foot, but he anticipates my move and grabs it before I can make any contact. "Stop. Now." I obey. He wraps the rope around my left ankle, quickly tying off and fastening the rope to the leg of the bed frame. He ties off the other ankle the same way, and I pull myself as far back onto the bed as the ropes allow, trying to get as far away from him as I can. He reaches into the bag again and pulls out a roll of duct tape. He stands still, watching me intently. Waiting, it seems. I look down at the bed, the blood rushing in my head. Unsure as to what my response should be. I think about screaming, but know that won't help me. The nearest neighbors are a half mile down the road, and no one will hear me. Finally, he speaks. "Do I need to cover your mouth?" I slowly shake my head. He sets down the tape. He reaches into the bag, pulling out another length of rope. "Give me your arms." I slowly bring my arms in front of me, offering them to him. He loops the rope around my wrists, and between them, and tying it off with a tight knot. He steps beside the bed and pulls my hands up over my head and back to the headboard, tying them to one of the slats. I am now forced onto my back, and he tightens the ropes holding my ankles, pulling me flat against the mattress. His hand settles on my ankle, and slides up my leg, stopping where my skirt starts, just above my knee. I find myself holding my breath, unsure as to what he plans to do, what to fear, what to expect. He looks me in the eyes, his direct gaze frightening and unnerving. We're frozen in time for a moment, his fingers hot against my leg. He removes his hand, steps to the other side of the bed, and repeats the motion, running his hand up my leg, farther this time, stopping on my inner thigh, my skirt rising up to expose more of me. He then steps to the end of the bed, and kneels between my legs. Again, he stops to look directly at me. I look away, afraid to hold his gaze a second longer. He reaches between my legs and finds my panties, roughly pulling them aside, his fingers exploring me. I freeze against his touch. He pulls his fingers out and holds his hand up next to my face, a wry smile coming to his lips. "What's this? You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I shake my head, my eyes shut against his questions. A sharp slap on my thigh forces me to look at him. "Answer me." "No, no, no. I'm not." He touches his hand to my lips, and I can't help but smell myself on his fingers, and I hate my body at that exact moment, hate it for betraying me, hate it for finding pleasure in what it shouldn't. "You lie." I close my eyes as his hand returns to run across me, pressing hard and then his fingers find my clit, and I feel myself press against his hand, willing at that moment, wanting more. My mind races, fighting against rising desire I feel. He reaches for my skirt, lifting it up to expose my breasts. I see my nipples hard against the sheer fabric of my bra. Again, my body betrays me. I press myself against the bed, pulling back from his touch as his fingers find my nipples and pinch hard. I inhale and turn my head away, biting my lip. He finds the front clasp of my bra, and undoes it, my nipples hardening even more in the open air. He pinches my nipples again, his only other response a quiet laugh at my efforts to hide my reactions. "Look at me." I turn my head, glad his fingers have released my nipples, so that I can stand to look at him, holding my gaze as steady as possible. I look in his eyes as he lifts my skirt to my waist, and rips my panties apart, tossing them aside. I feel myself fighting a new rush of arousal again, and I know he recognizes it when he finds my clit, pinching and rubbing it between two fingers. His fingers leave my clit and slide into my pussy, pushing in and out, with shallow strokes at first, then deeper. I whimper, unable to hold it in. He continues to run his fingers in and out of me, until I can feel myself nearing orgasm, but suddenly he stops. He climbs off the bed, and I watch as he unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down enough so that I can see his cock outlined by the thin cotton of his briefs. I feel myself growing wetter as I watch him. He slides his jeans off and then his briefs, and I see that he is fully aroused, his cock thick and long. He climbs onto the bed, and comes beside me, his cock brushing against my cheek. He presses the head of it into my lips. I hesitate, and he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls hard. I open my mouth slightly, and he pushes into me, hard and fast. I feel the head reaching the opening to my throat, and the pressure causes me to gag. He begins to move in my mouth, fast and deep. "Suck me." I shake my head, and his grip on my hair tightens and he pulls out, slapping my cheek. "Now." I nod weakly, and he shoves back in, seemingly deeper this time. I struggle to find a rhythm with my mouth, finding it hard with his grip on my hair. If he comes, maybe he'll be done with me. Maybe that will be enough for him. I feel his cock contracting and know that he's close. I move my tongue quickly along his cock, and I feel him shooting into my throat. I swallow and suck hard on the head, and he pulls it out, the last drops of his come on my lips. "You liked that, didn't you?" I shake my head weakly. He laughs at me, and bends down to untie the ropes holding my ankles to the bed. I am hit with a flood of relief, so glad it's over. But as he flips me onto my stomach and ties the ropes to the bedposts again, I realize it's likely far from over. He steps away from the bed, and my fear heightens as he walks into the closet, pulling down the wooden box hidden far back on the top shelf. He comes to the side of the bed and sets the box next to me. "So, do you know what I'll find in here?" I nod and bury my head. I know exactly what's in the box, and I know it well. All of our toys, and I have never imagined someone else opening the box, seeing what I crave, what drives me. He flips the latch and swings open the lid, his smile widening. I see him run his finger across the restraints, the blindfold, and the gag, all folded neatly together in one compartment. He lifts one vibrator and a dildo and holds it out to me, his brows lifting. I look away. His hand runs along the back of my leg, stopping at the curve of my ass, bringing me back to him. He sets the two toys back in the box, and unwraps the glass dildo, holding it's weight in his palm, considering. "So many choices…" he pauses and looks at me, his eyes darkening. He looks back at the box and reaches in, pulling out the butt plug. "This will be the starting point, don't you think?" I swallow, trying to look unworried. Rarely does that toy come out of the box. I try to breathe evenly. He pulls out the glass dildo, the gag, and nipple clamps and sets them beside my head, setting the box on the floor. I twist around to watch him as he walks behind me. He smiles at me, amusement in his eyes. He unties my ankles, and bends my knees, bringing me up to my hands and knees, pressing my chest down to the bed. "Keep watching me. I think you'll like what you see." I shake my head, and turn my face into the bed, but his slap against my ass cheek causes me to obey, bringing my head around to watch him as best I can. The position he has me in somehow seems more humiliating than anything he's done to me so far. He pushes his finger into my pussy as he kneels behind me. He runs his moist finger up my crack, and I feel the pressure of his finger against my ass. I tighten my ass and will it away, but another slap and his hand rough against my pussy tells me to allow his finger entry. I loosen the muscles and his fingers slips in, just a glimpse of pain reminding me of what's happening. I relax into it as best I can, willing myself to stay calm. "You're better off this way, you know. Letting me have my way." I ignore his words, looking straight at the wall. He puts his other fingers into my pussy, pressing into both holes at once, and I let the pressure push me down into the bed, not fighting it. "Good girl" He pushes my legs farther apart with his knees, until I have no choice but to let my weight rest entirely on my chest, his fingers deep inside of me. He pulls them out, and runs their wetness over my ass. He shoves the plug into my ass with a quick motion, and I cry out, the pain overwhelming me. "You don't like that?" I shake my head, tears starting. He laughs, pushing the plug into me again and again, the base flush against my asshole. The sharp pain warms and becomes a feeling of heat and fullness. I press back against it, wanting the feeling to stay and grow. "I think you do like that. Tell me about it." Another slap on my ass brings me back to reality, and I shake my head. "No, it hurts." "Does it, really?" He presses against it again, taking my breath away. I will my body to stay still, ignore it. "I don't think you're telling the truth." Again, his hand against the plug, and now his fingers on my clit, tormenting me, driving me forward, and I feel myself nearing orgasm, the fullness of my ass and the pressure against my clit joining and I press myself against his hand. He pulls away, and bends down to look me in the eye. "Am I hurting you?" "No, please…" "Be honest." "No, I need it. Please…." "I need to hear you ask for it." "I need you to let me come." "Let you?" "Make me come. Please!" He smiles, and moves back behind me, his cock hard again, pressing against my ass, burning as it stretched me, much wider than the plug. I try to press back into him, but can get no leverage to press backwards. He spreads my cheeks with his thumbs, and with one thrust, he is in my ass, deep inside me. The pain is sudden and I shriek, his hand wraps in my hair and tightens, taking my breath away. He begins to move in me, deep thrusts that seem like they will never end. He pauses, slides the glass dildo into my pussy, and begins to move in my ass again, sliding the dildo in deep and holding it still while he fucks my ass. I strain to stay on my knees as he pounds into me. I feel his shudder and he comes inside of me, and I feel my ass fill with him, and he pulls out, stepping back. He steps beside me again, holding the dildo inside my pussy, sliding it in and out, and he fingers my clit, bringing me so close to the edge. I am straining to move against his hand, so close I can't help myself, I cry out. He slaps my ass, and I come at that exact moment, shocked at the intensity, as I feel waves of pleasure streak through me, so much. I slump over, feeling his come drip out of my ass. Taken (story based on a premise from NinsBijou) Patricia Green sighed as she wandered into the living room of her three bedroom suburban house, turned out the overhead light, and slid lazily down into the armchair that faced the French doors that opened to give access to a neatly trimmed back garden. Today had been long, and uneventful, as had many days recently. She was alone in her house and all the daily chores had been completed early. Having nobody to cook for she had, as she frequently did, purchased a pre-made salad while buying the few groceries she needed to sustain her. She looked at the clock. It showed seven P.M., far to early to go upstairs to bed. Patricia switched on the lamp and picked up the copy of Ohio Magazine from the table beside her and looked for some article that might hold her interest. She looked out of the French doors and saw the last vestiges of sunlight disappearing below the tree line. After adjusting the cushion behind her, she smoothed out the pale brown skirt she was wearing that was complimented nicely by the green silk blouse that covered her upper body and began to read. The magazine had fallen to the floor as Patricia had dozed off into a light but satisfying sleep. She awoke suddenly and froze as a male right hand clamped tightly over her mouth from behind. The left hand appeared before her eyes, which were now wide open and unblinking. The hand held an index card, which had twelve words on it, typed in capitals. "DON'T SCREAM!" "DON'T MOVE!" "DON'T TURN AROUND!" "DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!" Patricia's breathing all but stopped as a black blindfold was put across her eyes and knotted tightly at the back of her head. The hand was removed from Patricia's mouth and moved to grip the back of the collar of the green silk blouse and pull upwards. Patricia stood up following the silent command. She could feel the presence of whoever was doing this to her close behind her, and breathlessly waited for what was to happen next. Her mind was racing and her heart beating faster than she could ever remember. She heard the ottoman on which, a short while ago she had rested her feet, slide as it was kicked out of the way, then felt the strong grip of a hand on each of her shoulders as she was turned around and moved backwards. Patricia sensed she was about three feet from the armchair and facing it. She heard the chair adjust as someone sat in it, facing her blindfolded body. Then she heard a faint click, though in the breathless silence it sounded like a tree limb snapping. Patricia heard the voice of a man. A voice she did not recognize. "You will do as you are told!" The command was delivered firmly enough to convince Patricia that not obeying could mean the end of her life. "You will not speak!" "You will answer any questions only with nods of your head!" "Do you understand?" Then there was another click. Patricia processed the commands and the question in her almost scrambled mind and nodded affirmatively. She drew a deep breath as she felt her captor get up from the chair and cross the living room. She listened intently, almost smiling at the thought that entered her blindfolded head. Perhaps the blind do have enhanced hearing or other senses. The man was pouring himself a drink! To Patricia, this simple yet audacious act seemed to take forever. She stood waiting, almost petrified. The man returned to the chair and Patricia heard the ice in the drink clinking against the inside of the glass as he sat down. Another click. It occurred to Patricia that her captor was not speaking either, but rather using a tape recorder. Was it his voice on the tape? She doubted it! The use of his voice would make the recording redundant. Patricia thought how clever this was; surprising herself that she was till thinking somewhat lucidly. Her thoughts were sharply severed by the stridency of the command issued from the tape machine. "Lift your skirt, slowly!" Click! Momentarily stunned by the outrageousness of this command Patricia paused. She heard movement from the chair. The sound was enough to jolt her back to the dire situation she was in. She nodded affirmatively and reached for the hem of the light brown skirt. She heard the man settle back into the armchair. Patricia slipped into another place at this moment, divorcing herself from any other reality. The suburban Ohio world was somewhere else. Not here. Not now. Here, and now there was just she, blindfolded, and her captor. Patricia slowly raised the skirt up her legs, revealing, inch by inch a pair of strong, tight thighs. She could hear the man in the armchair, breathing and sipping at the drink. She felt the air softly blowing from the conditioner caress the newly bared flesh. She paused slightly as she knew the soft beige material of her panties was now visible to the man, the fabric of the crotch outlining her Venus Delta, pinched slightly by the tenseness of her body. Almost robotically, Patricia continued to lift her skirt to her waist and stood waiting, feeling the man's gaze upon her. Click! "Turn around!" Click! Patricia nodded and followed the command. She reached behind her and lifted the back of the skirt up over her firm rear. The opaque material stretched tight across the globes of her ass. Breathlessly, she held the pose. She heard the man sigh. Oddly, it seemed as if it was a sigh of appreciation. More oddly, Patricia's body reacted to the sigh independent of thought. A mild pulse entered her vagina and her buttocks reflexively tightened. Patricia jumped as she felt the man's hand reach out and undo the button at the back of the skirt and slide the short zipper down. Once again frozen, though strangely, not scared, she felt a hand grasp each of her wrists and pull her arms outwards. The skirt slid down her thighs to the floor. Click! "Turn around and unbutton your blouse!" Click! Patricia nodded, moved her hands to the green silk garment and complied. Her movements were not so stiff now. She felt a strange excitement knowing she was turning her captor on, though she maintained an empty expression on her face for fear of angering him. Slowly and deliberately she undid the buttons working from bottom to top. She heard the man breathing as he watched. Felt his eyes upon her body. When she loosened the top button she moved her upper body slightly and the blouse slipped to the sides of her breasts. Breasts bound by a lace-trimmed bra that matched the panties beneath. Breasts that were large and firm, and she could feel her nipples had hardened under the material. She felt embarrassed and excited at the telltale sign. She pulled the blouse apart and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor where it landed atop the discarded skirt. Patricia stood as she felt her captor's eyes savor and devour the vision of her. She heard him stand and take a step towards her and waited. Then she felt the cold liquid from the glass trickle down her cleavage. She shivered slightly as the beverage wet her flesh. A thumb teased each nipple through the soft fabric and Patricia gasped as another electric pulse seared between her panty-clad legs. She felt the man's breath on her as he leaned in and licked the alcohol from her cleavage. Her body tightened. A finger brushed her lips and she tasted the bourbon on the tip. She felt the man's hands slip the bra straps from her shoulders and reach back and unsnap the strap at her back. The garment fell from her and fell to the floor. The air from the conditioner brushed over her nakedness. The man cupped her full breasts and teased the nipples alternately with his tongue, sucking the hard buds into his mouth. Patricia gasped audibly and tensed under the caresses. She felt her pussy dampen in response. The man grazed the excited nipples with his teeth. Then he bit her hard! Patricia's back arched raising her to the tips of her toes. She cried out in both pain and ecstasy, lost in what was happening to her. Her arms hung by her sides as her captor carried out his will. He released the nipple from the grip of his teeth. Click! "Are you wet? Show me!" Click! Patricia heard the man sit down. Her nipples were hard, hot, and erect. She moved a hand over the fabric of her panties and pushed a finger down on her clitoris. Her pussy responded, and a damp patch appeared slowly darkening the fabric between her legs. She heard the man unzip himself. Heard him remove his pants. Though she was blindfolded she envisioned him there in the chair naked and hard. Patricia pushed on her clit again feeling the juices seep from between the hot lips of her pussy. She could hear the man's breathing change and knew he was masturbating himself. Click! "Remove your panties!" Click! Patricia nodded and followed the command sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them revealing a shaved pussy. The lips glistened with the liquid evidence of her excitement. She stood and allowed the man to look at her nude form. This time she heard him gasp and knew he had quickened the stroke on his shaft. In a nether world she waited half afraid and half excited for the next command. Click! "Masturbate for me!" Click! Patricia reached down, and even though darkly blindfolded, closed her eyes and touched her erect clitoris. She massaged it slowly at first knowing the man was watching her. As her excitement grew so did the rapidity of her stroking. She was aware of her watcher, but now, alone in the ecstasy of her self-caress. She slid her fingers down into the crease of her hot, wet pussy and inserted two fingers, thrusting them in and out of the vaginal opening, breathing hard, and feeling no shame anymore. Patricia felt her inner walls clench at her invading, thrusting, stimulating fingers. She surrendered herself to the exquisite feeling of approaching orgasm. Click! "Stop!" Click! Patricia stopped immediately, brought back by the command from the edge of release. She heard her captor lean forward in his chair and felt him take her wrist. He pulled her arm to him and sucked the juices from her fingers, his tongue lathing between them. The sensation of his hot, wet, mouth sucking at her was all she felt. She would do anything to prolong the feelings of ecstasy and sensuality. The man released her fingers and pulled her toward him. His hands clasped the tight round globes of her ass, and he proceeded to lick her sex. She gasped and arched her back towards his probing tongue. Patricia shivered as the tongue flicked at her hard, erect clitoris and struggled not to touch him. Strained not to grab his head and pull it to her aching crotch. She moaned, responding to his oral explorations. Felt his grip tighten on her buttocks as he devoured her female nectar. He bit her clitoris, making Patricia jump and arch once more. Then he turned her. His tongue slid between the cheeks of her ass and slid downward in one long, hot, wet, lick, that lingered momentarily as he flicked the tongue around and into her anus, then traveled across her perineum and back into her now open vagina. Suddenly, the man pushed her forward, bent her and pushed her to the floor. Patricia fell to her knees her ass and pussy presented to him. She was no longer scared; she was lost in what was happening to her, yet still afraid to show her enjoyment. He roughly penetrated her with two fingers making her gasp again and pulled upwards raising her ass even more. Her face was on the carpet, and she felt him kneel behind her. The head of his hard cock teased at her opening. Then, he savagely thrust into her, driving the breath from her lungs. She felt his balls hit the backs of her thighs as his cock buried itself full length in her pussy. He assaulted her with deep, strong, savage thrusts that threatened to split her. Her mind stopped as her body reacted, as it had not done so in a very long time. She heard him breathing with each thrust and lost control. Her ass pushed back at his cock. Now, she wanted this. She wanted the deep physical and emotional feelings she had so long been without. She fucked him back, meeting each animal thrust with a rearward lunge. She felt him separate her ass cheeks, and knew he was looking down between them watching himself ravage her. Her pussy tightened at the thought that she turned him on so much. She reached between her own legs and caressed the cock invading her sex. She found her clitoris and teased it. They were now together, panting in unison. Patricia gave herself up to this captor. She realized that the mystery of the stranger turned her on. He fucked into her, never weakening, taking her for his pleasure, and she loved it. Patricia reached deep between her legs and grabbed his balls holding him in her. She dared to speak. "I am going to come!" she breathed. Her voice was ragged with desire. She released her grip on him and he thrust into her. She arched. His cock almost reached her cervix. She felt the electricity surge through her. Her sugar walls contracted hold his thick shaft as she exploded on the cock inside her. She felt him arch, heard him grunt, then felt the hot viscous fluid stream from his cock and bathe the depths of her pussy. He gripped her ass tightly as he let his seed flow into her. He collapsed a cross her back, and licked and gently bit her neck. Spent. She lay on the carpet bathed in the ecstasy of their intercourse. Eventually, his cock receded and slipped from her. He moved back and kissed her pussy, licked it, tasting their mingled fluids. Patricia heard him stand and move away. She lay face down on the carpet, blindfolded. Thinking he was leaving. She was going to allow it. She knew that she had not been raped. She had at some point become a willing participant. Allowed this man to take her. Patricia jumped. The man was behind her again. A little fear crept back into her. Then, she felt him loosen the blindfold, and a cascade of envelopes fell on the carpet before her eyes. Patricia was at first confused. Click! The tape machine fired up again. Patricia did not turn. She listened. "I love you, baby." The tape said. Patricia jumped up from the floor and turned, she gasped. Grabbed the man now in front of her and kissed him deeply. Tears welled in her eyes, as she stared at her husband. He smiled down at her explaining that he had been granted early release from his tour of duty in Iraq. He pointed at the letters on the floor. "Fantasies are good for us, you said in those letters." Patricia laughed. Her husband laughed with her. "Taken by a stranger, huh?" "Very nice." Taken Roland Green sat staring across his desk at his secretary. Her soft, shoulder length brown hair all but obscured her face as she sobbed into a tissue. He was tempted to call the whole thing off right then but deeper than the pang of sympathy was a simmering desire that he had harbored for the year and a half she'd been sauntering around the office in tight skirts and open blouses. He had entrusted her with twenty thousand cash to deposit in the company account and had paid another five thousand to one of his security staff to lift it from her shoulder bag before she even left the building. "I can't see any alternative other than to call the police," he said thickly. Kim's body shuddered. Roland knew she had no mugging to report, or any details of having innocently lost the money. He waited for her to settle. "Can you replace the money?" he asked her, as if he was searching for some way of helping her. She looked up and her pretty face almost ended his resolve. "I haven't... I - I don't have that much money..." The office door opened and Roland's wife stepped in. He had called her to confirm, but they had prearranged everything anyway. Roland was fifty seven and his wife, Lisa, was forty, the same age as Kim. Lisa was to play good cop. She went to Kim and comforted her. "God Roland what are you doing!" Lisa had arranged the job for Kim. They had been friends since college, and Roland had at first agreed to the plan to satisfy his wife's unrequited teenage desire but his own part in the plot surged as his cock expanded. "I know she's your friend but we can't have this sort of blatant daylight robbery go unpunished. I have to call the police... surely?" "Like hell you do!" Lisa turned back to Kim. "What happened sweetie -- what happened to the money?" "I don't know," Kim sobbed. "When I got to the bank it was just not there in my bag. I don't know what happened to it." Roland stood. He was a tall, heavily built man. "We have to be out of here in an hour," he said to his wife. It was Friday afternoon and they had set up the weekend at their country estate. "I'll be back in ten minutes and if you haven't sorted something else out I'm calling the police and leaving her with them," he added flatly and he left. Lisa dabbed at the tears streaming down Kim's face. She had an arm around her shoulder and found herself looking down Kim's blouse at her lacy white bra. She eased into the next step in the plan. "Sweetie -- he won't be satisfied to let you go. How about you come with us and we can work this out over the weekend -- can you tell your husband there's an urgent business meeting that you must attend?" "What -- right now? I'll have to go home and get some things to wear." "Well I don't think Roland will agree to you going home. But we're the same size and I've got wardrobes full of clothes. Could you just call your husband and tell him the meeting is urgent and you have to go immediately?" Roland stepped back into the room. He'd been gone only a few minutes. "Well?" "Kim's coming with us. We'll sort this mess out over the weekend," Kim spent the next few hours in a daze. She was taken from her boss's office and bundled into the back of a car. There were two of the security men in front and another one beside her. She'd worn a short skirt to work that day and she could feel their eyes upon her legs throughout the two hour drive. She was taken from the car and led into what looked like a palace and she was left in a room overlooking garden parkland. She flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering what had happened to her life. Suddenly it seemed she was a character in some sort of horror movie. She'd been lying there for ten minutes or so when Roland came in and closed the door behind. He strolled over to the window and stood gazing out into the distance for a while. Kim was sitting up facing him when he turned and pulled a chair over to sit in front of her. He searched her eyes for a moment before speaking. "Twenty thousand isn't even a bad night at the casino for me but I guess it's a lot to you?" Kim nodded. "I'm so sorry I lost it." He touched her knee. "Well, I've had some time to calm down and think it through and there may be a way we could work this out." His hand had closed over her knee purposefully. "I might be inclined to overlook the whole unfortunate incident if you would be -- shall we say -- accommodating, this weekend." There was a knot in Kim's stomach and another in her throat. She couldn't seem to get her voice to work. She was shaking her head slowly as the older man studied her eyes. Roland continued. He was smiling lightly. "I think you understand what I mean by accommodating, and you may not enjoy it but should you force me to reconsider, I'm sure you will at the very least be required to repay the twenty thousand in installments, and should the police find trace of it in a bank account or stashed in your car for example -- well, prison wouldn't be out of the question. Kim had her legs closed together but she allowed them to part very slightly as Roland's fingertips moved beneath her skirt. She fought back the tears as his fingers pressed against her panties. He pressed into her crotch and leant to her ear. "That's a wise decision," he breathed, and he kissed her neck as his fingers forced the fabric of her panties into her pussy. Her skin was crawling and she held her head away from him. Her legs had been parted further and his fingers searched for the edge of her panties and pealed them aside. His fingers were course and she was dry. He tried to force a finger in but she clung to his arm and managed to wriggle away from him. "Don't defy me," he said evenly, and he reached beneath her skirt and Kim again turned her head while he felt her pussy. He was rubbing her through her panties, pressing his fingers against her quite firmly, and that time when he pealed her panties aside she felt his finger penetrate. "That's better," he grinned. Kim felt embarrassment heating her face and shame churning in her belly. She kept her head turned away in defiance. He was using her fluids to lube her clit and he started rubbing it. She fought the sensation for a while but she could feel his fingers spearing into her pussy and what must have been his thumb vibrating against her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe but her belly was cramping and the heat from her pussy was coursing through her body. She fought it for as long as she could but her orgasm overwhelmed her resolve and as it ripped through her Roland shoved his head between her legs and stuck his tongue up her cunt. Kim clamped her thighs around his head and tried to squirm away from him. He clung to her hips and buried his face into her. His tongue was slicing through her pussy lips and swirling over her clit. She fought to push him away but she couldn't and she finally surrendered and laid back, numb and completely removed from her own body. Her legs were spread wide and the older man ate into her. He tongued her and sucked on her clit. He fingered her and mauled her thighs. She thought he was going to fuck her but he didn't. He eventually got up, wiping his mouth on his arm. "Dinner will be in half an hour," he said, and he turned and left the room. Kim rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. She pulled the front of her skirt down and her hand ended up between her thighs. Her thighs were wet from her boss's mouth and her panties were soaked with her own juices. The delayed afterglow from her orgasm seemed to swarm over her body and she worked her hand down the front of her panties and cupped her throbbing pussy. She clung to the pillow and sobbed uncontrollably. What was happening was beyond reason and she was no closer to getting her head around it when the door opened again and Lisa rushed to her side. "Oh sweetie are you ok?" "He -- he touched me," Kim answered shakily. "That bastard! Did he hurt you?" "No -- he didn't hurt me. I'm just so embarrassed." Lisa smoothed her hair warmly. "He's like that with me too. He's always been the same. He makes me do horrible things -- you wouldn't believe what he's made me do." "You?" Kim asked, confused. "What does he make you do?" "Sweetie he's a real pervert. But look -- it's best just to go along with it. I tried to stop him from coming up before I could warn you. It's best to just do what he says." "But I think he wants to have sex with me," Kim said. She was gaining composure. "Well if that's all he wants you'll be lucky. We will both be lucky! You know, he blames me for spoiling his weekend with this stupid money thing and that means he'll take it out on both of us." "But he's your husband. I don't see... unless he is violent with you?" "No - not violent. But he likes to make me entertain his staff, if you know what I mean." "Oh god! That's horrible!" "Well. Like I said it's best to just go along with it because I know if I don't he will leave me with nothing. And if you don't, then he's a very powerful man and he won't be satisfied until you're in prison or worse." Kim hugged her friend. She was past crying and although she felt a surge of defiance it quickly subsided. Lisa took her into an adjoining room and helped her find something to wear to dinner. She picked out a short black dress that was fitted and slightly loose around her bust, as Lisa was a cup size larger. Kim had worn a black lace bra to work that day and Lisa agreed it would be fine. "These are new," she said, handing Kim sheer white panties that she could see her fingers through. "He told me you have to wear them," Lisa explained before Kim had a chance to object. Lisa sent her to the shower and said she would be back in fifteen minutes. Kim spent the time soaking under the hot water and trying to wake up from her nightmare. She dried and combed her hair and wriggled into the dress. The hem was barely an inch below her crotch and she tried to tug it down as she followed Lisa through the corridors and through an open foyer to what appeared to be the main dining room. There was a long table with eight men seated. They all stopped talking and turned to look at Kim as she entered the room. Roland was at the head of the table. Lisa sat to his left and Kim was ushered to the seat to his right. The talking resumed but it was just a jumble of noise to Kim. Nothing seemed real. There were waiters serving food and in spite of her situation, Kim was hungry. She was sitting quietly and no one seemed to be interested in her. They were apparently business associates of Roland's but she had never seen any of them before. Lisa seemed perfectly relaxed and was chatting with her husband and with the other men as if all was fine and normal. The man sitting beside Kim was heavy set and loud. His laugh seemed to shake the chair she was sitting on and his arms were huge. He'd bumped her several times with his elbow and turned to smile and apologize. He did it once again and that time he seemed to pause and look at her chest. Kim glanced at Roland. He was already staring at her. His eyes were set in a manner that warned her to be careful. She could feel the big man's breath at her shoulder and she glanced down at her chest. The dress was tight at her waist and it was gaping away from her breasts. Her bra was on display as deep as her nipples and they were almost visible through the lace. Kim looked to Lisa but Roland was whispering something to her and Lisa then stood up and led Kim out of the room and along a hall to a bathroom. Lisa turned and took a breath. "He wants you to take your bra off." "What?" "Sweetie -- don't fight it. He said if we're not back in two minutes he will make you take your dress off too!" Kim met her friend's eyes, pleading with her, but she just shook her head. "Quickly..." she said. "Please - just do it." Kim fumbled for her bra and slipped it off. She pulled the dress back up and hurried after Lisa. She didn't have time to check herself until she was seated back at the table and the big man was immediately at her shoulder. She thought to tug the dress down but it was as if Roland was reading her mind. His eyes were searing and they lowered to her chest. She glanced down at herself. Her breasts were shuddering upon her breath and her nipples were completely exposed. The big man remained there, only he leant forward a little and spoke with Roland. They were speaking about sales targets and they were both casually glancing down at Kim's tits. She sat fiddling with her napkin, looking anywhere but at their faces. She knew her nipples were firm and there was nothing she could do about it. One of the wait staff approached and Roland guided him to Kim's shoulder. The big man had returned to his food, but the waiter, a man of perhaps twenty five, leant in close and stood staring down her dress. He was discussing the dessert menu with Roland and Kim could feel his crotch pressed against her shoulder. She felt the bulge in his trousers firming and she wanted to move away but she knew she couldn't. The waiter finally left and Roland motioned to an older man at the far end of the table. He leant close to Kim's ear and whispered, "sit forward a bit. The older man approached and Roland guided him close. Kim shakily leant forward. She glanced down and saw that her tits were then completely on display. The big man leant across for another look and the older man leant on the back of her chair. The three of them spent ten minutes talking about an ad campaign and blatantly staring at Kim's tits. "Very good," Roland said to her discretely when they had finished. "Now when anyone walks over here to speak with me I want you to lean forward like that and let them have a look. That's anyone -- waiters included. Agreed?" Kim nodded. She could feel the heat between her legs and she nodded obediently. After dessert was served the men were strolling about and gathering in small huddles of conversation. The big man had moved on and Lisa came and sat next to Kim. Lisa also had a dress that opened away from her breasts and she was also without a bra, although her breasts were only visible when her shoulders sagged. She was cheerful and Kim found herself feeling a little more at ease. Roland was still beside her though, and Kim was forced to lean forward and show herself to each of the men he'd invited to dinner. The old man from the far end of the table returned when Lisa was busy talking with one of the waiters. Roland was also occupied and the old man placed his hands on Kim's shoulders and bent to her ear. "You seem tense," he said softly and he started massaging her shoulders and neck. His thumbs were firm behind her neck and his fingers were in front of her shoulders, and as he massaged her, her tits lifted and fell gently and her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress. He remained at her cheek, watching her tits move. "That's better -- just relax and let us look at you," he whispered. "You know, I don't really like women with big breasts. I much prefer sweet little ones like these." Kim felt Lisa's hand close over hers beneath the table. She had finished with the waiter and she turned and sat quietly watching. Kim looked to her but her eyes were lowered and she was staring at her tits as well. The old man was talking with Roland but he was still massaging and Kim squeezed Lisa's hand to try to get her attention. "It's ok sweetie -- just try to relax and go with it." Lisa smoothed Kim's hair from her cheek and kissed her softly but she moved back away when one of the younger guests leant in to have a look. Kim felt her face redden as she glanced up to meet his eyes. He was an attractive man of about thirty. "Calm down Brad," Lisa smiled and Brad nodded and moved on. "He's one I don't mind doing favors for," Lisa whispered into Kim's ear and she kissed her cheek softly again. Lisa was called away and the old man had moved on too. Kim was left alone for a moment but Roland had waved one of the waiters over and when she felt him at her shoulder she leant forward obediently. "I believe you know young Paul?" Roland said. Kim looked up and recognized one of her son's friends. She clutched at her dress in front, horrified. Paul grinned. "Hello Kim -- you don't mind if I call you Kim do you?" "She doesn't mind," Roland said flatly. "Paul, go on through to my den and wait for me there. I want to have a word with you." Paul's grin expanded and Kim saw he and Roland exchange a wink. Roland's hand then closed over Kim's knee and he lifted her chin. "If you do as I ask this weekend there will be no investigation into the missing twenty thousand. If you've got it it's yours -- no questions asked. You will do as I ask now, won't you?" Kim nodded. She took a breath and agreed. She could see no alternative. Roland's hand moved up her thigh as he leant close. "Good decision Kim. Now, I want you to go through there to my den, get down on your knees, and suck young Paul's cock. The word I'm going to have with him is to ask him if you did a good job." Kim stood and walked slowly in the direction young Paul had gone. Whether she was prepared to go through with it or not was something she would deal with. As she left the dining room she was just happy to be away from Roland and his friends. Paul was a relatively new friend of her son's. He'd been coming around for a few months and had seemed like a nice, polite boy. The prospect of confronting him wasn't daunting. Kim believed she could get him to see sense. She walked along the hallway to the third door on the right, as she had been directed. The door was open and she stepped in to find Paul sitting on a couch over by a window. He was reading a magazine. He looked up and smiled. "God Paul, I'm so glad to see you here -- these people scare me." Kim had blurted out what she had said. She tried to collect her thoughts. "We don't scare you do we?" Paul asked easily. "No -- not you. I mean Roland and his friends. They've made me dress like this and I don't know what I'm going to do." "So what makes you think I'm any different from them? I know why you're here Kim, and if you don't do me right I'll be telling the boss." Kim felt her cheeks redden. "You can't be serious. You've been to my home. You know my children. You can't expect me to do that." Paul was rubbing his crotch. He was obviously firm, if not fully erect. He undid the zipper in his trousers and freed his cock. It was smooth and although it wasn't long it was quite thick. He was circumcised and the head was broad and glistening with a drop of precum. He looked up at Kim. "If you don't suck me off I'll be telling your husband all about this weekend. I guess he thinks you're on a business trip or something, does he?" Kim looked at the door and thought about leaving. She thought about walking out of the house and trying to find a road and a ride back to her life. She looked back at young Paul. His cock had firmed and lengthened. He was stroking it slowly and still smiling up at her. "So I'll go and tell the boss you refused will I? I'm about done waiting." Kim thought of the prospect of repaying the money she had somehow lost. She thought of the prospect of going to prison or of Roland sending his security staff to harass her husband and children. She didn't know what the man was capable of and he frightened her. She took a step forward and Paul's smile broadened. He shifted down in the couch, tugging his trousers down a bit. She approached tentatively and knelt on the floor in front of him. She touched his knees and felt the firmness of his bulging thighs. She took hold of his cock. It surged in her hand. She closed her eyes as she lowered and took the head in. His body tensed and his hand closed over the back of her head. She moaned in protest but his hips rolled and his cock filled her mouth. "You like that don't you..." She looked up at him as he spoke. He was watching her and she instinctively started bobbing her head. Taken Kim could feel the moisture between her legs. The smell of the boy, and the rich, salty taste of him was filling her senses. She couldn't deny the primal sensations gripping her belly but she was thinking with enough clarity to try to bring him off quickly. She worked the bulbous head of his cock with her tongue and cupped his balls, softly squeezing them. His thighs had firmed to iron and his face had distorted. She remembered the teenaged back seat sex from her youth and knew at his age he wouldn't be able to hold out long. She felt his cock firm and swell in her mouth. His hand had slipped from her head and he clutched the seat of the couch. He tensed and his body trembled. And then the first hot gush of cum hit the back of her throat. Kim closed her eyes and accepted the flood of thick young sperm that filled her mouth. She held it for a moment, thinking where she could spit it out. The bathroom she had been in earlier was at the other end of the hall and there was no guarantee she would be released right away. She looked up at the young guy. He was grinning down at her. He'd regained his composure and his hand closed over the back of her head again. She still held the head of his cock in her mouth and it was still gently throbbing. She closed her eyes and swallowed. "Does she give good head?" It was Roland's voice and Kim turned to see him standing in the doorway. Young Paul got up and fixed his trousers. He stepped away and left Kim sitting on the floor. "She gives real good head boss. She's got a hot mouth -- even hotter now!" "Don't get up," Roland commanded, and Kim obeyed him. He then told young Paul to hurry and send his wife. He walked over and sat on the couch and Kim expected she would be told to suck him off as well but he just sat quietly looking at her tits. She leant forward a little and he smiled. "You're learning." "When can I go home?" Kim asked thickly. "Tomorrow night. After my guests have gone I'll send you home and we'll forget this ever happened." "Do you promise I can go home tomorrow? If I do everything you say will you let me go please?" Roland sat up and he casually reached into Kim's dress and felt her tit. She arched her back, presenting herself to him. He smiled again and she slipped her shoulder straps and pulled the dress down. "Feel them," Roland said and she cupped her breasts, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. "Very nice... If you do as I ask I'll let you go home tomorrow night. If you respond when I let someone touch you I'll have a car ready to take you home in the morning." "If I respond?" "Yes -- like you did with young Paul. I saw you feeling his balls and I saw how you were working the head of his cock. If you respond to the others like that I'll be feeling very generous." Roland had looked up at the door and he waved Lisa over and pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her and whispered something to her. Kim had fixed her dress when Lisa knelt down on the floor beside her. Lisa bent to her ear and whispered, "he wants to watch us together." Lisa's lips were soft and moist. Kim met them tentatively. She could feel the older man watching and his words 'if you respond' were swirling in her head. She opened her mouth and accepted Lisa's tongue. "Can you taste his cum?" Roland asked. "I can taste it," Lisa moaned, and Kim accepted her tongue again. She melted into the kiss and moaned softly herself. She could taste the cum in her own mouth but Lisa's mouth was sweet and Kim had never been kissed as delicately as that before. Kim's hand was being held and it was then being lifted and placed upon Lisa's breast. She felt the other woman gently. She felt the weight of her breast and its softness and warmth. She identified the nipple and softly pinched it, causing Lisa to moan and deepen their kiss. Kim was then guided lower. She Kissed Lisa's neck and she felt the fabric being pulled from beneath her hand, and she was suddenly feeling a bare breast. She tasted the soft skin of the other woman's shoulder and with her head being guided lower she kissed Lisa's breast and softly sucked her nipple into her mouth. Lisa was stroking her hair and arching her back, forcing her breasts forward. She guided Kim from one to the other, moaning softly and encouraging her. Kim's own nipples ached at the thought of what she was doing. Her dress had slipped from a shoulder and with one of her own tits bare she suckled the other woman, and kneaded and massaged her breasts. Kim felt weight upon her shoulders and she kissed her way down to Lisa's belly. She moaned into her friends dress and her hands slipped lower to the other woman's thighs. She was lost in the moment and her mind swirled uncontrollably as she kissed her friend's smoothly shaven mound. She could smell her sex and she could feel the heat from Lisa's pussy. She was forced lower and the other woman's cunt was then splitting open over her mouth. It was hot and slippery and she instinctively extended her tongue and tasted the sweet tangy juices. Kim denied a sudden flash of embarrassment and she licked tenderly between the folds of her friend's pussy. Lisa's clit was swollen and ripe but she avoided contact with it. She merely opened her outer folds and sliced the tip of her tongue through the soft pink flesh. Lisa's hips rolled, forcing more contact but Kim moved with her and she sucked a delicate fold of tissue into her mouth and held it. Lisa groaned and her body convulsed. Kim felt the weight of her hand against the back of her head and she sunk her tongue into her friend's dripping little gash and searched deep inside of her. Lisa's body convulsed again and Kim sliced her tongue deep through her slit and with the firm tip of her tongue she started massaging her clit. Lisa's legs splayed and she ground her cunt against Kim's face. Kim felt into her with her fingers and the other woman moaned and clung to her head. She swallowed the juices oozing into her mouth and licked and sucked at Lisa's clit while working two fingers in and out of the depths of her hot little hole. Kim was sucking on Lisa's clit when she erupted into orgasm. She could feel Lisa's inner walls clamp around her fingers and she waited for her orgasm to subside before gently removing them. Lisa was laying on her back on the floor with her legs spread wide and her tits heaving. Kim sat up and wiped her chin on her arm and she fixed her dress back to her shoulder. Lisa sat up and Kim met her kiss once more. "Come on we'll go and get a drink," Lisa said and she led Kim from the room leaving Roland resting with his hands behind his head smiling after them. Kim was thirsty and drank one glass of bubbly quickly and took another one with her as she was sent to a sitting room where the men were lounging in leather sofas, smoking cigars and playing pool. Lisa left her to go and clean herself up and Kim sat where she was told to sit, in a deep couch that brought her knees up, and she knew her panties were then on display. She wanted to try to tug her dress down to cover them but she met the eyes of one of the men and he shook his head. He was sitting in the couch opposite and his eyes lowered to her legs, and as he sat staring the old man from earlier leant over the back of the couch and started massaging Kim's shoulders. Kim looked back up at him. He was smiling down at her and he leant over a little to have a look at her tits. "We were wondering where you had gotten to," he said and he reached down the front of Kim's dress and felt her. He felt one tit, massaging it firmly and pinching her nipple, and then he reached over and felt the other one. Kim sat there and closed her eyes as the warm sensations flittered through her body and centered deep in her belly. She felt someone touch her knee and she opened her eyes to find the man opposite leaning across. He moved her leg aside and had a look at her cunt through her panties then he sat back to enjoy the view. Kim closed her legs back together but she didn't close them completely. The old man had moved on and she sat there sipping her drink, with another man having joined the one sitting opposite, and while they chatted and laughed they would frequently look over at her. And with Roland having returned to sit over at the bar watching her, she would wait until one of the men were looking and open her legs a little bit for them. Lisa came back, and after stopping by Roland at the bar for a moment she approached Kim. "He wants us to play pool while the men watch," she said and she took Kim's hand and led her over to the pool table. The pool table was right in front of the bar and three of the men lined up there next to Roland. He greeted them, accepting their knowing smiles. He watched the rest of the men get into position around the table, leaving enough room for the women to play, but remaining close enough that when Lisa bent to take the first shot she had to ask one of them to move aside a little. She broke and the Kim stepped forward to take the next shot. She was facing the bar when she bent over the table and her dress fell away from her tits. They swayed gently when she took her shot. She had potted a ball and she moved around the table to have another shot. That time when she bent over the guy sitting in a couch behind her leant forward and had a look up her dress. She glanced back at him. He still held a pool cue in his hand and he used the tip to lift her dress a bit. She waited while he had a look. She then took her shot and Lisa stepped forward to take the next one. Lisa was across the table from Roland and he watched her tits almost fall out of her dress when she bent down. He also watched the big guy have a quick feel up her dress from behind. Lisa paused before standing. She remained there while the big guy had another feel. Kim stepped forward for her next turn. She was around Roland's side of the table that time and the guy with the pool cue tossed it to the man standing next to Roland. When Kim bent over he used the tip to touch her thigh. Her panties were visible anyway and he touched her inner thigh about an inch from her crotch and the tip of the cue left a blue chalk mark. He moved it to her other thigh and softly stroked, tracing the tip of the cue higher and touching the edge of her panties. Her cunt was clearly defined and he placed the tip between her lips and pressed forward. The cue slipped through her groove and she clutched the edge of the table staring straight ahead. The guy pulled the cue back and placed the tip in between her puffy lips again. He pressed again, that time forcing the sheer fabric into her cunt. It stretched and exposed her lips and he pulled the cue back again, leaving her panties bunched. Kim took her shot and missed. Lisa stepped forward and the big guy moved around a little so he was behind her again. She glanced back at him and bent over. She waited and he felt up under her dress again. Her eyes closed and she braced herself while he rubbed her. Roland couldn't see what he was doing but he imagined his wife was still wet and it looked like the guy was fingering her. He bunched her dress up over her hips and another two men edged around to have a look. Lisa was squirming back against the guy's hand but Roland nodded to him and he released her. Kim's next shot was on the far side of the table and Roland watched her tits wobble as her body tensed. One of his marketing managers, a thirty five year old guy named Bruce, had stepped over and felt up between her legs. He felt into her for a moment, rubbing her firmly and Roland imagined he had fingers up her. He then stepped back and let her have her shot. Lisa was standing in front of her husband the next time she bent over but he offered her to the old guy standing to his right. He lifted her dress and immediately sunk fingers into her. He was searching deep with his middle and index fingers while the guy standing next to him was working his cock through his trousers. He was a man of fifty, Charles. Roland nodded to him and Charles freed his cock. The old guy then moved aside and Charles fucked Lisa and shot a load into her. He was still up her and sort of grinding against her when she had her shot. He then pulled out and stepped aside for the old guy. Roland had agreed and he got in behind Lisa and started fucking her. He went at her for ten minutes or so before he shot his load, and when he pulled out he left her cunt open and creamed. Lisa tugged her dress down and moved aside for Kim to take her next shot from virtually the same place. She bent over and lined up for her shot but the guy with the pool cue moved behind her again and she waited. Her panties were wedged inside of her pussy lips. She was wet and he used the handle of the cue that time. He traced it up her thigh and pressed the smooth round end against her and it slipped in alongside her panties. Lisa placed her hand on Kim's back and reached beneath with her other hand to feel her tits. Kim moaned softly as the guy slid the handle of the cue into her a bit further. He slowly withdrew and the wet mark was about three inches along. He slid it back in, inserting it a little further while another guy got in behind Lisa and started fucking her. The guy with the cue withdrew and the wet mark was about six inches along, covering about two inches of the coarsely grained handgrip. Kim moaned into Lisa's mouth. Lisa had pulled the dress from Kim's shoulders and another guy was reaching across the table fondling her tits. The guy with the cue was fucking her with it. He'd stretched her panties aside and the old guy was holding her ass cheeks open so they could see it penetrating her. The third guy had shot his load into Lisa and a forth guy was fucking her. The cue was extracted from Kim and the guy who'd been doing her with it got on her back and rammed his cock into her. He fucked her against the edge of the pool table, probing deep into her womb, and he was fully jammed up her when he flooded her with cum. Kim felt his cock throbbing inside of her and she felt the wave of wet heat filling her pussy. There were hands all over her tits and she felt fingers probing her ass. She then felt the weight of the big guy on her back and she felt his cock open her. She thought of her husband while he fucked her. She could feel the big guy's balls slapping against her clit and as he expanded and started to throb her orgasm gripped her body and milked the sperm out of his fat cock. The sixth guy fucking Lisa was her husband, only when he came he pulled back and seemed to just have the head of his cock in. Kim was then lifted to the pool table. She was placed on her back and her legs were held open while Lisa was being lifted up too. Kim closed her eyes as Lisa crawled over the top of her. She understood what the men wanted and she thought of that phrase 'if you respond'. She felt Lisa's tongue enter her pussy and she lifted and nuzzled into Lisa's crotch. Lisa had her hand covering herself and Kim licked her fingers. She licked between them and they parted, and when they did, a thick stream of hot cum flooded Kim's mouth. Kim swallowed and she swallowed again before enough of the gooey fluid had drained down her throat that she could breathe. She opened her eyes and saw that the other woman was a mess. She was stretched open and her pink inner flesh was dripping with sperm. Kim licked through her gash and drank more of the creamy fluid down. She buried her face into Lisa's cunt as Lisa sucked on her clit. The men were leaning right down beside her face watching and she ate into the other woman's hole and swallowed more of their sperm. Kim was in a daze. She had surrendered completely and she sucked on Lisa's clit and searched back deep inside for more of the men's cum. She felt her hips being lifted and then there was a cock being rammed into her own cunt. She couldn't see who it was but she thought it may have been one of the wait staff. She was rocked by another orgasm as that man injected his seed into her body. She had all but cleaned Lisa and she started sucking the trails of sperm from her thighs. She was licking her and moaning uncontrollably when she saw black trousers and then a cock being thrust into Lisa's cunt. There was another hard cock being fed into her own pussy and she watched the one sliding in and out of Lisa. She lapped at the guy's balls and tongued Lisa's clit. The cock in her own cunt was throbbing and filling her womb with more sperm when the guy fucking Lisa pulled back. He pulled back until the head slipped out and as his sperm was gushing into Lisa's open gash. Kim held her mouth open and the hot fluid dripped onto her tongue and over her face. Lisa then crawled back and they licked the sperm from each others faces and exchanged the taste in their mouths, kissing softly at first and then deeply as they mashed their bare tits together. That night Kim was showered and perfumed and in bed between Lisa and Roland. Roland fucked her once but most of the night she spent kissing and cuddling Lisa. It was like a dream but as she lay in bed the next morning she remembered at least three times being forced down beneath the sheet to bring Lisa to orgasm, and that morning before she was aloud to get up she was forced down by Roland. He held her head and emptied his balls in her mouth. By lunch time that day Kim was back at the office collecting her things. Two of the security men had fucked her in the garage and she had two others escorting her. They took her together. They made her get down on her hands and knees and while one used her mouth the other used her cunt. She had the taste of sperm in her mouth and her pussy was numb and dripping on the seat of her car. She was searching in her shoulder bag for wipes to clean herself up before returning to her husband when she found the package with the twenty thousand. There was a note beneath the band: No panties or bra on Monday. Taken "I saw your boss today." Diya, almost like a declaration, told her boy friend. "My boss?" Jatin gave her a puzzled look. "Ya I think his name is Manish. You introduced us at your birthday party remember?" "Manish is not my boss. He is just a year senior. Where and when did you see him?" "Near Adlabs, I was there will my colleagues this afternoon." "I hope you didn't talk to him?" "No I just caught a glimpse of him." "Thank God!" "Why?" "He can be a little aggressive with women." "But he seemed to be a nice guy on your birthday." "He knew you are my girl. Anyways tell me where should we go tomorrow?" "Tomorrow? Why what's tomorrow?" Jatin looked at Diya sternly, "Tomorrow is 31st December. It's supposed to be a new year the day after." "Oh I am so sorry. Well...last year we celebrated the new-year in a cold fashion. So this year lets hit the dance floor. What about your favorite disco?" "Okay. We shall dance our way to the new year!" Jatin and Diya were sincerely in love from the last three years. They had planned to get married couple of years from the present. Jatin was 27 and working harder each day to make his mark in the service industry while Diya, who worked in a BPO, was 25. Though they trusted their better half blindly but still Diya had reserved the special moment of getting deflowered for the special night. It used to frustrate Jatin in the beginning but with time he started to respect her decision because he thought Diya had a point when she said to enjoy sex one should start at the right time to avoid boredom. And marriage, for her, was the right time. But touching each other's privates and deriving oral pleasures on certain special occasions was appreciated by both. On 31sr, as planned, the couple dined in a cozy restaurant before they went to Jatin's favorite disco. Diya was looking extra sexy that night. She was wearing a hipster black jeans and a tight white top which covered her body all right but also defined her voluptuous figure quite precisely. The night was great till Jatin had a small fight in the disco as one was doting on Diya. Though it was taken care of by the bouncers but the couple chose to move out soon after the incident. On their way out they met Manish who had come to the disco with his friends (some of whom knew Jatin as well). They chatted for a while after which Jatin took his leave along with Diya. Jatin's bike inculcated some problem in the middle of a lonely road. He tried to rectify it but failed. For fifteen minutes they kept waiting for some vehicle to appear. When one did come by, Jatin found out it was his senior's car. Manish was on his way home in his car and the moment he saw the couple, he stopped. He offered lift and Jatin accepted with no second thoughts. It wasn't safe to be on road with a girl at the dead of the night. During the journey back home they discussed many things starting from office to love to movies. After about twenty minutes of motion Manish awkwardly braked. Someone had parked his car across the road. Manish got down. So did Jatin as he followed Manish up to the parked car. As they reached the car five masked men appeared from the sideways. Three of them pinned Jatin against the parked car and two caught Manish's arms. Diya jumped out of the car yelling Jatin's name. She was only half out when two more men caught her from behind. One of them picked her up on his shoulder at one go and walked up to the others. Jatin, Manish and Diya were shouting their lungs out for help but all their cries were sucked into the vacuum of the dark night. They were dragged into the voluminous parked car by the muscular masked men and soon the car drove off. The car stopped only once and that was when the three of them were dragged out of the car. There was no yelling or cries this time as the mouth of the victims were taped. They were taken to a place which resembled an old mansion from the outside. Before their tape was cut they were asked not utter a word. But when the tape came out of Jatin's mouth he immediately screamed for help. One of masked men punched him hard on the stomach. Diya begged them not to hit her boy friend. "But he hit one of our men at the disco." The most heavily built masked man of the group said. So that's what it is about, Jatin thought. They have taken the small fight seriously. "But he was misbehaving with my girl." "Whatever it is, you dared to touch our man so you got to pay for it." "You -" Diya in anger tried to push the big man but only managed to get thrown aside. She was crying wildly. "You have a sexy girl friend I must say." The man said. "You mother fucker" Jatin was about to unleash more when he got punched again on his stomach. He moaned in pain. The man looked at Manish. "Who is this asshole?" "I work with him." Manish, who looked frightened, stammered. The big man looked at him and then he looked at Diya, intently. He looked at his men and said, "We might have an erotic new year party here." "We will allow the three of you to go without any injuries if the girl fucks this guy." He pointed towards Manish. It took a little time to register what the man had said. Diya stopped crying and was still. Manish and Jatin were speechless too. Jatin spoke up, "You son of a bitch." But he could not move as he was held by two men. "Come on she is his girl friend. You can't force us to -" Manish tried to argue and in turn got a smacking punch on his face. He hollered in pain as his nose started to bleed. He wiped it and chose to remain quite. Diya had stopped crying all of a sudden. The possibility of what might happen numbed her. Somehow she had a feeling the man wasn't joking. He meant business. The moment she realized it, Diya started crying again. This time more helplessly. "So you both ready? Come on stop crying baby and get ready for a banging session." Diya stared at the man. He must have been smiling but it wasn't prominent because of his mask. "Look." Jatin spoke up in a servile tone. "I am sorry. I didn't know the guy was your man. I did it without knowing. Forgive me for that." "I told you what I want. So let us all get ready." The man gestured to the other men and they dragged Jatin to one room and Diya and Manish to another. The room in which Diya and Manish were left was locked from outside. The man came into the room and asked his men to beat up Jatin. They began. The man went in front of a mike and spoke, "Till you begin we will keep beating this guy here. If you stop before the night gets over we begin beating him again." Both Diya and Manish heard it through a big speaker attached on the ceiling of their room. As Manish looked around he saw there was absolutely nothing in the room. Diya suddenly shouted, "Please don't beat him. I love him. Give me few minutes. I will do as you say." No reply came but in the other room the men had stopped beating Jatin. As he raised his face he saw there were four mini television sets showing four different angles of the room. Then he saw Manish and Diya standing a little away from each other in the room. He couldn't believe what was happening. He had to watch his girl friend get fucked by his office senior. Inside the room Manish was silent. So was Diya. She was standing few feet away from him. She wasn't crying anymore. After few minutes passed Manish decided to take the call. "I am afraid we don't have any option. We -" "You start I shall react." Diya said coldly. "Okay." Manish unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Diya looked at the topless man standing in front of him and with both her hands freed herself of the white top. Manish saw she was wearing a white bra. Her breasts looked ripe. Manish next came out of his trouser. Diya was looking at him. He was wearing a black brief. His chest had little hair and he was in a nice shape. She swallowed a lump and unhooked her bra from behind. It dropped on the ground. Manish had fucked many girls but of them all Diya easily had the juiciest looking breasts. She also came out of her jeans. Manish couldn't believe his luck. Diya's figure resembled that of some Greek sex goddess. What curves, what fullness, what meat! He quickly stripped his brief. Diya had never seen a nude male before in her life. She had felt Jatin's dick few times but that was over his pant and Manish, her boy friend's senior, was standing stark nude in front of her. Amidst the tensed situation her mind told her that he was sexy. Especially the way his cock was looking at her. Fully erect. "May I help you?" Manish asked when there was no reaction from Diya's side after he had stripped his brief. Diya, who was looking straight at Manish, caught the side of her white panty and tugged them down. She was finally naked and for the first time in front of a man. Her entire body was shivering thinking about the impending night. Manish kept staring at her pussy. It was trimmed. He moved towards her. Jatin at first had thought of keeping his eyes shut but when he heard one the men exclaim "there goes her bra" he gave in to the temptation of reality. He chose to watch it all. As he saw his senior and girl friend facing each other completely naked he felt his heart stopping. Till this day he had not seen Diya naked. Manish was standing close to Diya. He was a feet taller than her. Both were looking at each other. Manish was all lust and Diya too was getting swallowed by it every minute. She felt Manish's hands on her naked butt cheeks. Sexual electricity ran through her body. As for Manish, he had never touched a fuller butt than that. His caressing was slow and erotic. She had her eyes closed. As Manish continued caressing Diya's 'full moon' butt he kissed on her forehead first, then cheeks, nose and finally on her lips. Though Diya had experienced oral sex with Jatin before but Manish's kiss seemed intoxicating. Suddenly Manish squeezed both her butt cheeks tightly. Diya broke the kiss as a reflex. She looked at Manish as if for an explanation. "What?" Manish asked softly. Diya looked for a moment as if in a trance and then nodded her head. She slowly placed her both hands on his shoulders and this time initiated the kiss. In a second it turned into a passionate smooch. Jatin couldn't bear it. His penis was semi hard seeing the scene but he knew he didn't want it to happen. But she was doing it for him and there was nothing Diya, he or for that matter Manish could do about it. It was his fault. He should have looked before clubbing the guy at the disco. But it was too late now as the show had begun. Their tongues were intermingling quite obscenely. They had tasted the other's saliva. Manish's hands were still caressing Diya's butt and she had her hands around his neck. Rather abruptly Manish cupped her butt and lifted her. She never knew he was so strong. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist keeping her hands where they were. Their smooch didn't break though. It increased in ferocity. Jatin was good but Manish seemed passion multiplied. Moreover it was first time she was feeling a man's hand on her flesh. Manish took few steps towards one of the walls. Diya climbed down. Manish stuck his tongue out and started licking Diya's throat before he reached her breasts. Diya was burning inside. She wanted it to happen quickly but Manish was doing it too slowly increasing her zest for the fuck act. The men in the other room were jerking their tool seeing the two having sex. Jatin had many thoughts to confront. He didn't understand why they were doing it so slowly. Jatin knew Manish will enjoy fucking Diya. Any man would. But was Diya enjoying Manish? She had said a day before that she thought he was sexy. Was she secretly lusting for Manish? There was no way he could crack that as on the face of it she was doing all this to save him. Manish had one of Diya's nipples between his lips. Then he took the other while massaging the breasts. He kept mauling her breasts as he moved down kissing all the way to her pussy. He licked it once. It was fire for Diya. She closed her legs a little in reflex. Manish turned and licked upward. Her legs, hips, back to her neck and in the end bite her ear lobe passionately. "Oh Manish can't we go through it a little faster?" "Sure." Both of them lied down on the floor and Manish jerked his penis a little. Diya's breath was increasing as she was about to experience the moment she wanted to preserve till her wedding night. Manish placed his body over her and with his right hand slowly pushed his head on her pussy. It pained but Diya was silent. The penis didn't go fully inside. Manish was quick to apply his saliva first on his penis and then on Diya's pussy. He tried again and he was inside Diya. The first push from Manish made Diya moan but from the next thrust onwards she got the rhythm right. Manish had his two hands on the floor while Diya was continuously caressing his back. From his butt upwards and then again back to his butt. Her legs crisscrossed with Manish's legs. He was giving slow full thrusts and with each thrust they kissed. Manish banged Diya for thirty minutes and she was more than pleased with his sexual prowess. Suddenly the thrusts increased in speed. Diya started to moan while Manish was already groaning. "Oh Manish don't cum inside me please." "You are fire baby. You are amazing." Manish pulled out just when he was about to come. He came on the floor. Diya felt relaxed. Only she knew how she fought the temptation of cupping Manish's butt as tightly as possible and letting him cum inside her. Inside the other room Jatin had been struck to unconsciousness by the men. Manish suddenly got up. He turned Diya, who was lying like tired lump on the floor, and cupped her breasts. Diya didn't realize when Manish slide his penis inside her pussy from behind. It was inside before she could react. She kept her hands on top his hands which were squeezing her breasts violently. He was doing her in the doggy style. When Manish let go off her breasts Diya sat on all four in order to support herself. Manish had brought his hands on her butt and was caressing it with every pump. In took only couple of minutes for him to reach his sexual zenith as Manish started pounding Diya. They were moaning loudly enough. Then Manish came and this time his cum was all over Diya's butt. He collapsed to floor and so did Diya. Both were breathing heavily. Diya sniffed something. So did Manish and seconds later both were unconscious as a gas filled up the room. It was sprayed from the other room through a ventilator. Two days later Jatin was in the office. He went directly to Manish's cabin to offer his leave application. "How are you doing Jatin?" Manish asked. "It was good that you called me up before you were here. I have had a talk with boss. You can take a fortnight's holiday. How is Diya doing?" "Thanks. She is recovering. A holiday would help. Do you happen to remember how we reached our homes that night?" "I am afraid not. When I opened my eyes I was in my room. I remember nothing after I fucked Diya. Oh I am sorry." Jatin had his head down in shame. "It's all right. We couldn't have had it any other way. If I or you had remembered any faces then we could have lodged a complaint but forget it now. Here is my leave application." Jatin went away keeping his leave application with Manish who was sat on his chair in retrospection. From the time he had his eyes on Diya he wanted only one thing. He planned up, he fucked her and now he was glad it went all right for Diya was the best fuck he had experienced so far. Taken She loved the way the air moved over her skin -- all of her skin -- every time she took a step. She was dressed, but the whole of her outfit was lace. All of her skin was breathing. A good thing as she was almost in a sweat due to her nerves and her arousal. She had dressed as instructed. She had awoken to find her clothes laid out for her in fact. When she'd arrived at his house yesterday after so many months of correspondence and telephone conversations, her nerves had been frayed to almost nothing. Together, they had enjoyed a leisurely dinner. They'd set together in front of his roaring fireplace, which took up the whole of one massive stone wall, sipping sweet wine and talking late into the night. She knew that this polite evening was constructed only for her benefit. After so much time spent getting to know one another, exchanging photographs and revealing secret fantasies and desires, she'd assumed that by the time they met there would be no reason to be nervous. Perhaps no reason, but even so, when she'd knocked on the heavy oak front door, she'd been terrified. When he's whisked the door open to reveal his familiar, yet still unexpected, furrowed brow and dark eyes... his imposing physique looming over her... she'd almost fainted then and there on his doorstep. She could tell by the way his eyes pierced straight through her, by the intimate way that he leaned in to murmur in her ear... murmurs that were almost primal growls. She could tell that he was ready for her. But he waited. He waited for her to relax... for her to be able to submit completely. It was what they both craved. So tonight he granted her the illusion of safety... of civility... of restraint. But just tonight. Restraint. She was exhausted by it. The cocoon she's constructed for herself out of all of her repressive years of propriety was now beginning to feel more like a prison than a sanctuary. She wanted to experience the total abandon and freedom of giving her body to a man, completely, without her mind constructing all of the usual roadblocks. Until now, she had always remained too much in her head, worried about her size and the impression it made on her lover. Never had she taken a moment to realize at any given moment and in the midst of any of her many relationships (that she always somehow found a reason to walk away from) that she had a lover, in large part, because of her juicy, voluptuous body. Lovers, yes. Plenty she'd had. But satisfaction? Never. And as the realization that each new playmate was not the man of her fantasies (that she had unconsciously been seeking her entire adult life), she would shut the door on each stunned face abruptly and without hesitation. Her string of broken hearts was war torn and bloody indeed. She inspected herself in the full length mirror. She had been prepared to hate what she saw, but the image of her ripe body encased in this scrumptious costume was itself quite stimulating. Her long lace gloves and longline lace bra that surrounded her curves down to her very short lace ruffle petticoat were a study in wanton imagery. To be clad all in white, complete with a marabou puff garter and even a mini tulle veil was meant to send the message that here stood no innocent virgin, but a scarlet strumpet waiting to be taken. Needing to be taken. Her costume blatantly stated his clear intention that here was a wanton harlot, eager to be violated. A soft breeze heralded his arrival. Ironic, as she knew he intended to rule with an iron fist tonight. "Face me", he said ominously. She turned. She shivered under his gaze. He studied her fully... openly... feasting upon her with his eyes. She knew by the look in those dark eyes that her time to acclimate had come to an end. He would have what he wanted tonight. Her eyes traveled down to his left hand. In it he held a riding crop. In the moment that her eyes widened with the realization of what he held, he closed the space between them. Sliding a hand under her veil, he roughly grabbed a handful of her lion's mane and tilted her face up to meet his. The initial brushing of his lips against hers was surprisingly gentle, but temporary. Soon, she was crushed against him, his tongue and teeth snacking on her red, pouty lower lip. "You've dressed to receive me," he growled into her ear. She felt the riding crop traveling up her inner thigh and gasped, "I do as my Master commands." He tapped against her inner thighs with the riding crop, a clear message that she should widen her stance. He slid the crop up the inside of one thigh, across her wet lacey pussy and down the inside of the other thigh, to her knee, where he tapped her smartly but innocently. "Lie on the bed, slut," he growled. She moved swiftly, if unsteadily - terrified in her arousal. She sat, and he pushed her roughly onto her back. "Spread those legs. Hold them open, and pull that petticoat up as far as you can" he ordered. She complied, and he immediately set to a painful pussy spanking, making sure to make direct contact between the tip of the crop and the obviously hard and distended clit clearly straining against the slip of lace barely covering her leaking slit. When she was sure she could bear it no more, he quickened the pace of the beating, hitting her swollen pussy harder. "Pull your tits out and abuse those fat nipples, bitch," he yelled as he savagely punished her quivering cunt. She pulled the cups of her bra down, her big tits falling out into her hands. She grabbed onto her nipples, pulling, twisting and pinching them simultaneously and as hard as she could. She immediately came under her new Master's riding crop, and screamed through the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. He continued the pussy spanking until she'd ridden the hardest waves of the orgasm before throwing the crop across the room and finishing her off with his open hand, enjoying the wet squelch and the flying juices with each swat. Just as she thought she would have a moment to recover before he continued his abuse, he thundered, "Did I give you permission to cum, cunt?!" And then he was on top of her, his fingers back in her hair, grabbing big handfuls at her scalp and tilting her face up into his. Leaning down until they were nose to nose, he murmured, "I'm going to fist your hole now. It would be in your best interest not to cum until I say so." He moved off of her, slightly to the side, still holding her by the hair with one hand. The other hand slid down to her still stinging cunt. "Raise your hips," he said, reaching underneath her and pulling her lacey panties off and then up her raised legs, tossing them onto the floor. Gently, surprisingly so, he rubbed her clit... soothingly, for several minutes. Her hips were now in the air, humping against the now loving hand that only moments before had beaten her so soundly. Abruptly, he slapped hard at her startlingly distended clit. She screamed. Quivering... biting her lip... he knew she was trying very hard not to cum. Little beads of sweat were shivering on her forehead. "Good girl," he whispered, kissing her deeply, obviously proud of her effort. She moaned desperately into his mouth, overwhelmed by her effort and the strong affection she felt for her new heavy-handed Master. Sucking hard on her tongue, he slid 3 fingers into her sopping cunt, working her hole deep and making sure to spread his fingers and stretch her as much as he could before adding another finger and repeating this process and then his thumb and doing so again. With his knuckles resting against her pubic bone, he rose up to kneel between her legs. With his free hand, he pressed his thumb hard onto her clit, as though pressing a button. Maintaining this pressure, he ground relentlessly against her clit as he shook the hand inside her -- as though rattling a locked doorknob. Again her hips rose off the bed. The beads of sweat were again pronounced, and were now not only on her forehead, but had spread a full sheen across her upper body -- her tits glowing in the waning light of the room. His fist popped inside of her hole, creating a wet sucking sound as he moved it back and forth, fucking her deeply. He moved the thumb on her clit, so that he could grab it and twist it like a nipple as he fisted her hungry hole. Her hips were still in the air, bucking desperately -- riding the fist that was invading her fuckhole. Her moans had now turned to desperate wails, and her eyes were wide -- never leaving him. He could see that she was waiting for a signal that she could cum. He knew that she'd been ready for some time. She was obviously a wonderful slut. His slut. Giving her clit one more savage pinch, he pulled his fingers off of her and she watched him unzip his trousers, his huge cock -- leaking precum -- lolled out, obviously eager to sink into something wet and wanton. He had yet to let up on the intensity with which he was fisting her cunt, but now he stopped. Holding his fist still inside her, he moved closer to her. He pushed her hips down on the bed and rolled her hips back, so that her fist filled cunthole now directly faced the ceiling. From this vantage point, he could look down into her asshole. He spread her legs wider, and leaned forward, sliding two fingers into her mouth. Leaning back again, he slid them both slowly but fully into her asshole, which greedily swallowed them whole. He fingerfucked her ass roughly, jabbing his fingers deep into her with staccatoed strokes. Then, opening them, as though making a peace sign, he stretched her asshole open. He spit in it, working his fingers into her again. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and spit into his open palm, slathering the wetness onto his cock. He positioned his mushroom head against her puckered hole. He popped his cockhead into her, moving it slightly back and forth. Then, with no warning, he rammed the entire length of his cock fully into her ass, his balls slapping her asscheeks. He wondered if she could hear him over her screaming, but even so -- he gave his permission. As he fisted her abused cunt and rutted into her ass like an animal, he released her. Again grabbing her clit and inflicting as much pain on it as he knew she could stand, he yelled, "Cum, whore!" She squirted, covering them both in so much cum that they and the bed beneath them were sodden. She collapsed onto the mattress, unmoving and barely conscious as he continued violating her -- following her orgasm with his own almost immediately. Moaning like the whore she now knew she was, she enjoyed the sensation of his cum filling her ass in thick, ropey squirts. His strokes on her clit were softer and smoother now, and his fist in her cunt was now only rotating slowly instead of delivering his previous sharp, deep fucking. He collapsed on her, his fist and cock still filling her holes, crushing her mouth against his. Softly, he stroked her hair with his free hand. "You are mine now," he whispered. "I've marked you. Do you submit?" She wrapped her arms and legs completely around him. Tears were streaming down her face. "I am yours, Master. Please, use me as you see fit. Use my body hard for your pleasure. Please," she cried. "Mmmm... I love my slut," he murmured as he found her lips again. Her holes were still full of her new Master, as she hoped they always would be. Taken Strong hands grabbed my shoulders from behind. A man's voice whispered in my ear. "Face the wall and place your hands on it." I did as I was told. The voice spoke again. "Good girl, now spread your legs apart and look straight ahead." My heart racing, I again did as I was told. I felt his hands come around my waist to the front of my jeans. He undid the button and zipper and slid his hand inside. I could feel his breath close to my ear. "Don't move at all, not a muscle." His fingers glided across the front of my pussy, lightly brushing my clitoris. I moaned and felt myself swell and grow damp at his touch. His fingertips touched my clitoris again and I moved my hips trying to get closer. "I told you not to move," he said. "Bad girl, you need to be punished." His hand smacked my ass; I felt the sting of it through my jeans. He hit it again. I moaned, louder this time. I was so wet right now I feel my juices coating the insides of my thighs. He skimmed his mouth along the back of my neck, and I felt stubble tickle my skin, then a sharp jolt of pain when his teeth bit my earlobe. I began breathing faster, my cunt getting hotter and wetter by the second. "Will you be a good girl now?" he asked. "Y...yes," I stammered. His fingers pinched my nipples. "Alright then. Take your clothes off." Quickly I stripped, embarrassed when the crotch of my thong stuck to my pussy lips because I was so turned on. "Put your hands back on the wall, and remember, you're not allowed to move." Hands cupped and massaged my breasts, then pinched my nipples to the point of pain. I cried out in response. He grabbed both of my nipples and roughly twisted them. It took all of my willpower to stay still. "Oh, god," I moaned. Fingers moved down my back, between my ass cheeks, and into my pussy. "Fuck, you're wet," I heard him say. "You're so fucking wet for me right now aren't you?" "Wet and tight." "Open your mouth for me." He removed his hand from between my legs and put two fingers in my mouth. "Suck on them, tell me how you taste. You like tasting your own pussy don't you?" "Mmmmm," was my reply "Do you want me to fuck you now?" "Fuck you, and make you come?" I nodded my head in reply. His hand made its way back to my pussy and began to slowly stroke my clit. "Tell me." "Please," I said. "Please, fuck me. I need your dick in me right now." "Turn to your right and get down on your knees," he said. "I'm going to stick my cock in your mouth now, and if you do a good job sucking it I might decide to fuck you." I knelt down and took the head of his long hard dick between my lips. He placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. "Suck it harder," he said. "That's it, suck it, god you're good." I swirled my tongue around licking his penis like it was a piece of hard candy, and gently scraped my teeth along the length of it. "Harder," he said. "Bite on it." His hand fisted in my hair. I pressed my teeth into the tender skin on the head of his dick. He groaned. "Do it again." "Now I want you to rub your pussy, but you're not allowed to cum, not yet." I put my fingers in my hole wishing it were his cock that was filling me. In and out, in and out, I fucked myself, timing the movements of my fingers with those of my head. "Take your hand out and give it to me." I reached up and felt his lips close around my fingers. "Mmmmm, so sweet," he said. "Lay down and spread your legs. Do it right now. I'm going to eat that sweet little pussy of yours, but I'm not going to let you cum." I lay on my back with my knees bent and spread wide apart. His fingers lightly drew small circles over my cunt lips, close to my clitoris but never quite touching it. My whole body shivered. "Remember what I said, you're not allowed to move. Do you understand me? I'm going to eat this wet little pussy now, and you're not going to move or come." He slid a finger into my hole, my muscles clenched around it trying to draw him in further. "Now tell me what I said." His face was right next to my pussy now; I could feel his breath on my skin. "You're going to eat my pussy, and I can't move or cum." "Good girl." His tongue replaced his fingers in my hole, driving in and out like a cock, moving up to lick my clit, then back inside my pussy. I felt a finger enter my cunt then withdraw. He moved his finger to my ass and began to slide it in. Slowly, too slowly his finger entered my ass while his mouth worked its magic on my pussy. I couldn't take any more. "Please," I begged. "Please, fuck me, let me come. Please let me come." His mouth left my pussy. "Where do you want me to fuck you?" "Here?" His tongue jabbed at my aching cunt. "Or here?" His finger drove deeper into my asshole. "I don't care, anywhere, just fuck me right now," I demanded. "Get on your hands and knees." I did, eager to feel his hard cock inside one of my waiting holes. "Now, do it now. I can't wait anymore." I was almost in tears, my entire body felt like it was on fire for him. His hands massaged my ass. "Tell me where you want me to fuck you." I felt a hard pinch on my right ass cheek and moaned. "I don't care," I repeated. He smacked my ass twice, and asked, "Who's in charge here?" The demanding tone in voice went straight to my pussy, and my whole body trembled. He grabbed my hips with both hands, and suddenly thrust his dick into my pussy. I screamed. "You are going to tell me right now," he withdrew part way then slammed into me a second time. "Do I fuck you here, in your pussy?" I felt the wet tip of his cock at the entrance to my ass. "Or do I fuck you here?" He held my hips and rammed his dick all the way inside my tight ass hole. "There, please. I want you to fuck me in the ass." His hand rubbed the small of my back. "I think you can ask better than that." "Oh, god, just please fuck me now. I want your dick in my ass. Please will you fuck my ass?" "Good girl," he said. "Would you like to cum now?" "If I like how you ask me, I'll let you cum." "May I please cum now?" I asked. He slid his dick out of my ass until just the tip of it remained. "Ask me again." I couldn't wait. "May I please cum now?" He thrust back inside me. "Again. Ask me nicely just one more time, and I'll let you cum." "Please," I sobbed. "I'm going to count, when I get to five you are allowed to cum." He pulled his dick part way out, then shoved it back in. "One." "Two." He timed his thrusts with his counting. "Three." "Four." I felt my orgasm start to crest over me. My mouth was open, but I was unable to breathe. "Five." "Cum for me." I screamed my release and my whole body began to shake. As soon as my first orgasm ended, I felt another one begin. He pumped into me harder and faster. Suddenly I heard him shout, and incredibly I came a third time. We collapsed on the floor, exhausted. I felt his dick slide out my ass. I rolled over and put my arms around him, and kissed him on the mouth. "That was awesome," I sighed. "Happy Birthday, baby," he said. Taken We embrace each other in your bedroom and begin to deliberately undress. We strip each others clothes off layer by layer -kissing and fondling newly exposed bits of flesh all the while. When we are both naked you push me back on your bed, straddling me in the process, and tell me it's your night. We kiss passionately. You begin to kiss your way down my body. You kiss my each of my nipples. You look up at me as you roll each nipple between your finger tips. When our eyes meet you pinch them both and tell me I'm to do as you say tonight. I'm already hard from the thoughts of what is to come and as you lick the tip of my manhood I grow and swell for you even more! You firmly grasp my shaft. You again pause, look up at me, and wait for our eyes to meet. When they do you squeeze my cock and tell me I will submit to you this evening. You slowly ease my cock into your mouth wrapping your lips around the shaft. You suck my cock into your mouth. Very quickly my entire cock is moist with your saliva. You suck each of my balls in your mouth one by one all the while you stroke me with your hand... You return to the head of me slathering it with your tongue. As you do this you grab my hand and guide it to my cock. You tell me in a husky sexy voice to stroke it. I hurriedly comply. You return your attentions to my sack. I feel you licking the insides of my thighs ..... I feel you slowly working your tongue down ...down....down. I revel in the feeling of your hands lifting my legs over your shoulders and spreading my cheeks as your tongue seeks my rear entrance. I feel your tongue enter me. I feel you lick and suck and tongue me as you burrow your head into me. This causes my cock to weep it's sweet nectar from pure carnal excitement and pleasure! All from you tonguing my ass! You stop and raise up enough so you can see me eyes and as I feel a finger toying with my behind you tell me you will take me this night. You return your mouths attention to my rear. Quickly one finger turns to two as you lick and tongue my rear. You begin to work your fingers in and out of me. I feel yet another finger entering me, then another, and then I'm sure your fisting me! You drive me wild with your tongue along the top rim of my anus as I feel you opening me wide. Your actions make my full of desire. My cock is a rigid pole from all this attention! I let it go and grab my legs behind my knees so that I can open myself even more for you. You pause briefly to retrieve something from beside the bed. You tell me to relax, lay back, and allow you to do as you desire because this is your night. I soon feel you pressing something cool and soft yet firm against me. The wetness you've created allows the something to slide in easily at first. As what ever you're penetrating me with gets wider and thicker I feel you push with more and more effort until I finally feel it pop inside me-filling me! Just as I realize you've placed an anal plug in me you thump the plug with your finger sending tremors through my body. You tell me to let go of my legs, and to lay flat on my back You work your way up my body and lower your sex to my lips. My first lick of you rewards me with a flood of wetness. You too are very aroused from all this play. You lower your body lower allowing me to tongue fuck your pussy as a lay beneath you. After just a few licks and probes of my tongue I feel your legs stiffen. I feel your thighs tense. I drive my face up into your pussy pushing you into your first climax of the night! As you come down from your orgasm you remove your wonderful playground from my lips and again rummage for something beside the bed. You return with a double-edged dildo with one end being fairly normal and the other having a short bulbous head off set a bit. You straddle my stomach and kneel over me. You reach between my legs and apply firm pressure on the plug you put in me...pushing it against me; again thumping it. Again giving me erotic feelings of pleasure I've never had before. Again you tell me you are going to take me! You return your attention to where I lay before you. You begin to put on a show for me sliding the bulbous head of your silicone toy up and down your glistening lips. You caress your nether bits with it, and then slowly push it against your swollen wet poutty pussy lips. You push your hips forward taking it inside you. Once the bulbous end is inside you the odd look of the double-ended-dong shows the cleverness of its design. The bulbous end fills you wile the other traditional dong just out in front of you like a fake cock. You knee walk forward -- the end of you silicon cock bouncing in front of you- until the head of it is inches from my face. You tell me to kiss it, to lick it, to take it in my mouth, to suck it! Of course I do. I'm so caught up in the moment I will do anything! You push my head back, pulling your dong from my mouth. You tell me to roll over. As I do you force me to my hands and knees. You tell me to prepare myself as you caress my rear cleavage with your fake dick. It seems your caught up in the moment as you try to push into me- forgetting you've already filled my rear void. You back off a bit, and playfully tug the plug out. You briefly reposition yourself to remoisten my back door with your lips and tongue. You sense my readiness as I push my hips back into your tongue. I feel you place the tip of your dong against me you tease me by making circles around my hole. You slide one wet finger in me to open me enough to get the tip in. You work slowly at first. You move against me steadily pushing your new limb inside of me. You continue at this slow pace making me feel as if I'm being split in two. I thought the plug was huge but compared to the plug what you are taking me with now is enormous! You drive me towards a point where I think I can't take anymore. You lean forward as I feel the front of your legs pressing against the back of mine and whisper into my ear that you're fully inside me. The feel of your hot breadth on my ear drives me wild. As you get used to the motion you start to develop a rhythm as you pump me from behind. I feel you grasp my cock and begin to stroke it as you fuck me. The totality of all the stimulation drives me towards the edge. As I get used to you pumping me I start to push back into you, matching your rhythm. The feeling of your breasts on my back drives me further and further into the oblivion of sex! Feeling this, you stop cold causing me to slam my ass into your thighs taking your fake cock deep in my ass all on my own. You run your fingers through me hair, and grabbing my head force me to look back at you. You tell me to tell you I want it. When I hesitate you pull out of me and force me on my back. You place a pillow under my ass to elevate it and align it so you may enter me. Again you tease me at first before sliding inside me. As you do so I look up at you and see you again for the first time. Your body is glistening in sweat. Your full breasts heave with your effort and sway with your rhythm. You reach forward and grab my cock like a control stick in an airplane. As you grasp and stroke it you tell me to tell you I want it. "I want it" I say. You ask me if I need it. "I need it" I say. You spit in your hand and stroke my cock faster as you ask me what I want. "Fuck me" I say. You say you can't hear me. "Fuck ME!" I yell. You say you still can't hear me. "FUCK ME!" I yell. You tell me louder. "FUCK ME!" I yell. All the while you've been increasing the tempo of your thrusts into me, gripping my cock harder and pumping it faster. I've made romantic passionate love and fucked you so hard so many times. The realization that you --the women- I've been inside so many times - is fucking me -- the man - in such a taboo way has me oblivious to everything but raw pure sexual lust.. "I'm going to CUM!" I scream. You point my cock at me and I loose control releasing a torrent of cum that shoots out of my cock. My cock spasms and shoots wad after wad of cum over my stomach onto my chest and shoulders When you see me cumming your body shudders and you utter a primal scream as orgasm grips you as well. Your body has thrown you into an orgasm so hard you seem to be in the middle of a seizure between my legs. As your body slowly unlocks you slump forward and lay against me. In my orgasm clouded mind I slowly let go of the hope you will force me into another first- that is tasting my own seed. Maybe that will be the next story. Taken I did not know where he was taking me or what he was going to do with me when we got there. All I knew was that I was gagged, bound and in the back of a recklessly speeding carriage with no hope for escape. Perfect, I thought wearily, father would love this new calamity. He always said my disobedient and unladylike ways of handling myself would be my undoing. He was right. I just had to disobey and go racing Remus, my newly acquired stallion, threw the woods un-chaperoned and against my father's direct orders. My arm was going numb from lying on my side and my head throbbed where he hit me. I still couldn't believe I hadn't seen it coming. Out of nowhere I was hit in the head and I woke up later in my current state. The man was in the carriage with me; he wore a black mask to conceal his identity. I must know him; why else would he hide his face? I noted the way he tapped his foot and it struck me as familiar. Who was he; I wracked my brain trying to figure it out. Before I could dwell on it much longer the carriage stopped. The man leapt out and gracefully lifted me out. He slung me over his shoulder and despite my frantic struggle, managed to take me inside a musty old barn with ease. He tossed me down into some moldy hay and left, bolting the door behind him. I finally managed to get the handkerchief out of my mouth. My abductor rudely shoved it in my mouth upon the return of consciousness. I guess from his point of view I had it coming considering my ear splitting screams. "What did you do to get yourself in here?" I squinted and peered into the hazy darkness. I saw three faces staring at me, all were young faey women like me. I am sure I gasped when I saw them; they were a poor sight, dirty and malnourished. They would die soon if they did not receive help. "I did nothing, what about yourselves?" The healthiest of the three, the one likely to be the questioner, shook her head. "This one," she indicated the girl with pale blonde locks, who was slumped over miserably, "she didn't do anything either." I nodded. "What about you two?" The other girl, small with scraggly chocolate brown hair ducked her head in shame. "We were traveling companions and had never met before our journey. Along our journey we were stopped by highway robbers and all of our belongings were taken. The driver of the carriage was murdered and we were left stranded. The only other passenger had been a young gentleman... well, he wasn't so gentlemanly. He fled without even a farewell. We finally came upon a small village but no one would help us. We got hungry and we stole some food from a vendor. We were handed over to the authorities. The captain turned us over to a man in return for money." "Was it the man that just left?" She shook her head. "No, that man I have never seen. The man that holds us is much larger... he shows his face, it is disturbing." "Why, what is disturbing, is he a sort of half-breed?" "No, he is fae like us but he is scarred. His face looks like it was gnawed by a wild animal." I shuddered, what was going to happen to me now. "Was I sold like you?" She nodded, "Most likely." I just nodded back at her. This was just great. We were going to be auctioned off. I had heard stories of young ladies picked up on the streets and sold off to disgusting men. I wish I were more powerful than my captors. Unfortunately my greatest skill was that of illusions. Those would hardly do me good bound the way I was. "Do you know what is going to happen to us?" She nodded slightly but didn't speak. She knew but the two younger girls were still too naïve. Good, let them be innocent from the horrors we would inevitably face for as long as possible. The leader of the three, her raven hair spilling from her topknot, rose to her feet and came over to me. She rolled me so that she could reach the knot that secured my wrists behind my back. When she got them free I sat up and began undoing my legs. "Thank you." She simply nodded. "What is your name?" "Mellimeldisiel, we call her Melli, lays there." The shrunken blonde, who was probably a great beauty, looked up at me and forced a smile. "She doesn't talk much, don't be offended. The other is little Vanya and I am Daerwen. What is your name?" "Aeval." "I thought you were familiar." "You know me." "Everyone knows you, Princess." I couldn't stop the blush that spread across my face. I hated who my father was. I didn't think I would ever get used to the fact that everyone knew me in these parts. I soon found out I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. No one would know of me where we were to be taken. Later that day the man Daerwen told me was our new "owner" came back. Daerwen had been right, his face was a gruesome sight. It must have been a wound caused by a dark fae to have not healed properly. We were loaded up in a hay cart and hauled down the bumpy road. We traveled for days and rarely stopped. The style in which we traveled only worsened the other girl's health and I began to feel ill as well. We hardly ate and rarely got water. We finally came to a large populated area that grew thicker in the core of a large city. There was a large market going on. I heard our kidnapper mutter the words "perfect timing" as we came to a halt in front of the auction square. Like cattle we were unloaded and shoved into a large holding area. There were dozens of ladies and a few young boys. I involuntarily shuddered and felt I might be sick but there was nothing in my stomach to purge. I watched in horror as my companions were auctioned off one by one. I wanted to sink to the ground in defeat but I couldn't move where I stood. I was by the gate of our crudely made cage and looked out at the passersby. A rather large man, who was mounted on a dapple gray stallion and standing next to a lavish coach, looked down at me with an odd expression. I wanted to hang my head in shame and look away but by my inherent pride wouldn't let me. I stared back defiantly, even looked down my nose at him. This action rewarded me with an amused smile from the stranger. I was shaken from this moment by rough hands that pulled me back and up steps. I found myself on a shabby stage staring out at a sea of unfriendly faces. The auctioneer's words were a blur and my hearing didn't re-focus until a man's voice boomed over the crowd. "Where is the owner of that maiden?" I watched in awe as the man who caught me in a stare earlier came forward to the front of the crowd. "Ahh, I did not think you agreed with our proceedings here, Lord Durian." The auctioneer's comment was ignored as Lord Durian mounted the steps and met with the one who claimed to own me. I could not hear their conversation but in a short moment I was taken off the stage and placed in the plush carriage I saw Lord Durian standing beside. Lord Durian soon joined me and the carriage was set in motion. "What just happened?" "What do you think just happened?" "You purchased me as your slave?" My eyes involuntarily narrowed when he nodded to confirm my query. "You are a Lord and must have vast holdings and enough money to staff an entire dwelling with enough servants to see to your every whim. What do you need with a slave?" I know not what made me ask the question. What does any man want with a young girl whom he owns? I suppose I wanted confirmation on what to expect. "I usually stay clear of the auction block all together but I saw you enter town in the back of that cart and something made me follow. I purchased you on a whim and have no idea what to do with you." Such honesty startled me. I hadn't expected him to say anything of the sort and so I was speechless. "What is your name?" "Aeval, and how shall I address you?" "Durian is fine." Durian nodded, he seemed conflicted. His gaze settled to the scenery and he didn't speak again and I was too unsettled to ask more questions despite my anxious curiosity. The rest of the day was very uneventful, that is until later that night. I was shown to a room that was to be mine. It wasn't the room of one whom would be a guest but it wasn't that of a servant either. It was spacious, well furnished and pleasantly decorated. I was happily surprised by the unexpected generosity. Food was promptly brought up and a bath followed. The food was fabulous and must have contained herbs to help regain my strength for I instantly felt more myself. I finally sank into the ornate tub and simply melted. My muscles were sore and even my bones felt bruised. I fell asleep and was awakened by hot water being poured into my tub. I sighed in pleasure before I opened by eyes. The maid I expected to see was instead Lord Durian. I squeaked in surprise and lost balance, slipping under the surface of the water. I flailed slightly to right myself but was hoisted out of the tub before I could manage. I screamed and protested after I coughed up the water I choked on. The indecency! My entire body must have gone pink with embarrassment. How could he be so forward? "Put me down this instant!" It was all the words I could get out. I wanted to scream at him, call him names, even hit him but I was too flustered. He did put me down, but only after throwing a blanket over me and carrying me into another room. This one was large and masculine. It was his room, I could tell at once. He tossed me on his vast bed. Lord Durian was looking at me with a fiery expression and when he stepped up to the bed where I sat I panicked. I gathered up the blanket around me and sprang from the bed. I don't know what made me think I could outrun such a man. My attempts were futile. He didn't even have to move from the spot in which he stood. He simply reached out and snagged one of my wrists and whirled me around. I slammed into his hard chest and was trapped by his strong embrace. "I suppose this means you have decided what to do with me?" "Are you afraid?" I wanted to tell him yes and start crying to see if it would help him in deciding not to go through with this. Unfortunately for some reason I wasn't afraid of him and I was a terrible actress. So, I told the truth. "You make me nervous but I am not afraid. I do not think you will cause me any pain. I do fear, however, that you will force me to do things I may not wish to do." He nodded. "Yes, I might do that." His expression of hard composure faltered and I saw shame in his eyes. "I fear I am not as strong as I thought. My desires seem to rule my actions when you are near." With that said he dropped his head and captured my lips to his. I struggled against him and finally broke the contact. I wanted to slap him but my arms were still trapped in his strong embrace. Again his lips met mine and again I struggled against him. However, this time my body, like Lord Durian's, overruled my mind and I gave into the pleasure of his kiss. For it was pleasurable, so had the first one been. His lips were firm but soft and the contact sent shivers to my spine. He must have felt my shift for his hold loosened and I was able to bring my hands up to rest on his chest. He deepened the kiss and I couldn't stop the moan deep in my throat. He chuckled and dropped a hand to my bottom pressing me harder against him. The same moment he ground his hips into me he also slipped his tongue into my mouth. He tasted spicy and a little like the wine he must have imbibed earlier. I wasn't sure what I was doing giving in to this man but did it really matter? It wasn't as though I had a choice. Although I was a novice at lovemaking I wasn't shy. I mimicked him and caressed his tongue with mine. Soon I wasn't even thinking, just acting on what felt good. He nibbled on my bottom lip before he pulled away. Then the blanket that was uselessly hanging from my naked body was taken from me and forgotten on the floor. I wasn't embarrassed this time as I should be. Instead all I could think about was what he might look like without his clothes on. I didn't have to wait long, the clothes appeared to melt from his body and when they pooled on the floor turned to shimmery smoke. I smiled at the creative effect but when my eyes met his naked form my mouth hung open. He was beautiful. Long muscular limbs were not the usual snowy shade of the royals but tanned from being outside without garment. My eyes followed the rippling muscles of his stomach down to his manhood and I froze. I wasn't so naïve that I had no idea what went on between a man and a woman. I had always been around horses and had seen them mate numerous times. I understood the fundamentals of the mating act. However, I just couldn't see how his member would fit inside of me without it being very painful. I understood the difference between a flaccid penis and an erect one, his wasn't even erect. I tried to imagine how big it would get but I wasn't the least experienced with this sort of thing. Lord Durian pulled me into his arms again and laid me down on the bed. When he tried to separate my legs I clamped them together. He smiled down at me. "You were so eager a moment ago, do not tell me you are shy again?" "You will hurt me for certain." "Aye, I am large but I am also gentle. I promise you I can make it pleasurable and painless. Trust me, you will enjoy the experience." I said nothing because he began to kiss me again. He lay down beside me and held me while our lips played. The sneaky wretch caught me off guard and slipped a hand between my thighs and pushed my legs apart. Before I could figure out what happened he rolled me on my back and was between my legs. His lips were sucking lightly at my neck and he worked his way down to my breasts. When he took my nipple into his mouth I thought I died. The pleasure shot through me and I arched off the bed, pressing my breast more fully to him. My nipples hardened and he teased the tender buds with his teeth and tongue, flicking and nibbling. When his fingers suddenly found my womanhood I gasped. He rubbed the tender nubbin and my hips involuntarily bucked. He slid down my body and had I realized what he was going to do I might have tried to stop him. Nothing could have shocked me more than when he flicked his tongue out to taste me. Soon he was sucking and using his tongue in ways I never imagined. I squeaked when he inserted two of his fingers into me but soon got over the awkwardness because it felt so good. He rose up and came to settle his hips between my thighs again. I admit that this felt good; he fit perfectly between my legs. The feel of his skin rubbing against mine shot pleasure waves through my entire body. He began rubbing something up and down my womanhood and I raised up to look down. His member had swelled to gigantic proportions. I still couldn't believe how long and thick it looked. I had nothing to judge it from and so he could be normal, but he even admitted he was large. Would he tear me? I should have been afraid but I was more fascinated at the idea of him being inside of me. Such a strange thing, this act of sex, and yet my body craved what he gave me. He was still caressing me but suddenly grew very still. I felt a pressure and locked eyes with him. This was it; he was going to enter me. "Hold still, I will try not to go to fast." I nodded my head and then the pressure got stronger. I felt him then, he broke through and held himself very still. There was nagging pressure and a suddenly burning feeling but nothing unbearable. Soon the discomfort ebbed. I felt a strong urge to push my hips up to his and so I did. In one swift move he was completely inside of me. My eyes widened and I gasped from the feeling. I dropped my head back and just waited. "Are you alright?" He held my head up and forced me to look at him. Yes, beyond alright, just a little at a loss for what to do next. I was getting restless and so I only nodded. Without thinking I ground my hips to his and was rewarded with a guttural growl from him. He groaned and then chuckled. "Yes, I see, you are more than alright." That was the end of him being gentle. He gripped my hips and started to rock his hips back and forth. He slammed into me over and over and the sensations of pleasure kept mounting. I was bucking my hips in rhythm to his, my arms wrapped around his back now. He rested his head in the crook of my neck and just pounded into me with uncontrolled enthusiasm. He reached down and cupped my bottom, pressing and grinding himself harder and further into me. I screamed out but it wasn't a scream of pain. Never had I felt such heightened bliss. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on to him for dear life. My nails dug into his back and I threw my head back as a sudden wave of euphoria pooled in my loins and then exploded. I screamed and convulsed just when Durian slammed into me hard one last time, leaving a liquid warmth inside me. Durian fell asleep on top of me, our limbs still entwined and his warm breath caressing my neck. It was strange, I didn't have my freedom and at the moment I could care less. All I could think about was that this had been the greatest experience in my life thus far and I couldn't wait for Durian to wake up so that we could do it again... and again... and again... Taken The girls and I always enjoyed long holiday weekends; all the men go off hunting and fishing and leave us to do our own thing. Saturday are always down to the Mall for a bit of shopping, and then lunch followed by more shopping. The twins, Jill and Jen, who still live at home spend most on clothes, and my eldest, Jan who is married, spend most on her home. Then there's me being Mom, I like to spend my money treating them all. It was at lunchtime, while sitting in the food court, enjoying our Chinese food, Jan noticed the two Asian young men sitting at the next table, listening and watching us. The twins of course are used to young men staring at them and took no notice, but I noticed they never smiled, just sat there watching us. They were both in their late twenties perhaps, quite good-looking and very muscular. They were just odd and it stuck in my mind, but was dismissed, when by the time we were ready to return to the serious business of shopping, they were no longer too be seen. A few hours later, we arrived back at King Ranch our home for many years. While I went into the kitchen to make some coffee for us, all the girls unpacked all their 'bargains,' and put them in their bedrooms. Jan put hers in her old bedroom for when she left in a few days. We all sat around the dining table, laughing and joking when we heard the kitchen screen door slam, Jan and I both stood up trying to see who it was. "Sit down you big titted cunts." A man screaming at us. The two Asian guys who had watched us at the mall, had stormed in the house shouting and swearing at us all, while waving and firing electric stun guns in the air. Both Jan and I were slow to sit back down and were both smacked around the head, We were both in shock, not at the pain, but more the outrage we felt. I tried to gather my thoughts, the twins were sitting there sobbing and shaking while Jan just sat there looking defiant at them. "Calm down girls they just want to rob us, they will soon be gone." I said trying to calm everybody down. Man number 1 asked for all our wallets, which we pointed out in various parts of the room, he collected them altogether and took them into the kitchen. We then heard a vehicle in the driveway, we all hoped it would frighten them off, but we still had no idea what was going to happen. Then to our surprise man number 2 opened the front door and let three more of the gang inside into our home. I thought now we are in some serious trouble. All five of them went into the kitchen and emptied out all our money and credit cards from our wallets, and threw the wallets in the trash. Man number 1 demanded to know if there was any more money in the house, I told him there was a few hundred dollars in the desk drawer, which he retrieved and pocketed. Men number 3 and 4 went searching through the house; Man number 5 I think, went back outside to probably keep watch. Man number 1 came back into the great room holding Jan driver's license. "This is you?" He said showing it to Jan. She nodded. Stand up and take you're fucking jeans and blouse off, Miss Big Tits!" He screamed at her. "No way!" She shouted back in total defiance. Man number 1 punched her in the stomach hard, grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it from her body as she reeled from the punch; Jan fell to the floor in pain. We looked on, with fears in our faces and tears in our eyes. "Now all of you take your jeans and blouses off, get some air to those big tits you all have. NOW!" He screamed. I quickly took mine off and helped Jan remove her jeans, and the twins complied rapidly. We all sat back down trying to hide our assets with our arms with little success. A strange time to think this I know, but looking at my girls, it was nice to see them all in very pretty underwear with matching bra and thongs. Man number 2 suddenly decided that I ought to make fresh coffee for everybody and dragged me by the hair into the kitchen and screamed 'fresh coffee' at me. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched me as I prepared the coffee maker and got the cups all ready. I washed the ones the girls and I had used earlier to keep busy. He suddenly started to speak softer and asked me general question about the house and family. I took this as a good sign until he started asking sexual question, I think then I knew what was going to happen, He asked me to come and sit on his knee, knowing I would get beaten if I didn't, I complied. The questions continued. Moreover, I thought it was best to be honest. "Do I like sex?" He asked. "Yes, my husband and I, have a healthy sex life." I replied quickly "Do I like a cock up my ass?" He asked. "I have never done that." I replied with worry in my voice. "Do I like sucking cock? " He continued to ask. "Yes, I do that for my husband." "Do I like my cunt being licked?" He asked. "Yes, my husband does that." I replied. "Are your nipples sensitive?' He asked very attentively. "Yes," I replied. "Is your cunt sensitive?" "Yes." I said hesitantly. The worst bit of this questioning was the girls, number one and three who were standing by the kitchen door, could all hear my answers. Man number 2 turned to man number 3 and asked him to search for some Vaseline in the house. The reason for that request has still not dawned on me. Man number 2 so far had not touched me, but that changed as he slid his hand down my panties, my body just froze as he inserted a finger inside of me. "You are completely shaven, I like that." He whispered in my ear. "We all are, we all get waxed quite regularly, and it is healthier." I explained. Although I was shaking the whole time, I silently prayed that my body would not give me away; I knew that any touch on my clit tended to get me excited and very wet. Fortunately, he withdrew his hand and demanded I show him my big tits; he was pulling my hair with the demand so I had little choice but to open the front fasteners on my bra and hold it open. My eyes were tightly shut as he touched my nipples with his fingers, and of course, they rose, as they always did to the touch. "Open your eyes look how big they have become." He said as he twisted my nipples between his fingers. "Stop, that really hurts!" I begged. He obviously did not like me saying that, he twisted both nipples again until I nearly screamed in pain. "Stand up and bend over that kitchen bar stool." He ordered. He dragged me over to the bar stool by my hair, bent me over it and pulled my panties to the floor. I finally knew what he was going to force me to do. The girls could hear it but not see it, which gave me some comfort, as tears rolled down my face. "No! Not there, please!" I called out, as I felt his finger probing my ass. That got me three stinging slaps on my ass, and his finger pushed further in. Then the realization of why he wanted Vaseline came to my mind as I felt it being smeared on my anal entrance, his finger spreading it inside me, followed by his cock pushing into me, the tears continued to roll from my eyes more with the indignation I felt rather than the actual pain. As he eventually managed to get his cock all inside of me, and started to pump into me quite slowly at first, which helped me, get used to it. "You can scream if you want, you big titted cunt." He called out. I was determined not to give him that pleasure, nor did I want my daughter to hear my pain so I kept quiet. With my face buried into the stool seat, after a few minutes the pain had eased, and with the intent of getting him off more quickly, I squeezed his hard cock with my internal muscles, which of course he loved and spurred him on to pound me even harder. However, it did the job, as a few moments later I could feel his cum fill my insides and his cock thankfully going soft. He pulled out of me, just leaving me there while he went to the bathroom to clean up. I stayed there not daring to move until he came back and told me to go clean myself. "Now you cannot say you have never been fucked up the ass before." He called after me laughing. I sat in the bathroom after I had a quick shower trying to think of a way out of this dilemma, but could not see one yet. I put my bra and panties back on, went back to the great room, and sat back down with the girls. "Are you all right Mom?" Jan asked. "Yes." I said. "We will get through this." I sat there wondering, whom they would pick on next, and could I stop it? I could not admit the truth, that the interaction with man number two has made me so horny that I would let any of them fuck me. My question was soon answered as man number 2 started to ask the same questions to Jan. He made her stand up facing him while he sat in the chair. (Jan is 25 married to Paul and a teacher and stands her ground under pressure.) We all knew how she would answer the questions, and of course, she answered no, to every one of them. "Take off your bra!" He ordered. "No chance!" She screamed back. He stood up and pulled his fist back to punch her. "Take it off Jan!" I screamed at her, not wanting to see her get beaten. She took her bra off and dropped it on the floor, man number two stood up again and inspected her breast, then played with her nipples until they became erect as he had done with mine. He leaned forward and sucked them, flicking the nipple with his tongue; Jan just stared at me, so as not to show any emotion to him. "What size are you?' He demanded to know. Jan ignored him so he picked up her bra and checked the label. "44DDD, very impressive, they will be popular." He said. He was still holding her extended nipples as he ordered her to drop her thong. She was still looking at me, ignoring him, until he started to savagely twist her nipples, putting her in pain, his hands went to her side and pushed them down off her hips and they sank to the floor. "Open your legs bitch, let's see if this cunt is sensitive!" Jan complied, moving her feet about a foot apart. I looked around the room to see man number 1 and man number 3 watching intently and was surprised to see the twins watching voyeuristically as their sister was sexually assaulted. Although my watching the whole scene, could be said to be the same thing. "Look at that clit sticking out to greet me, just like her Mothers did, still a bit dry at the moment." He said laughing, as his middle finger was inserted into her, while the rest of his hand was rubbing her labia lips and clit. "Oops no! Another lie she told me, she's really wet now, her cunt is really sensitive." He shouted out so everybody could hear. Jan was still staring at me; I could see in her eyes that she was disappointed that her body had let her down. He stopped touching Jan and I could see in her eyes that she thought her ordeal was over. However, man number 2 stood up again, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to my armchair by the window, threw her down into it and hooked her legs over the arms; you could see the hate in her eyes as her pussy was open to anything in this position. Man number 2 called over man number 3. "Check to see if her cunt likes being licked," He suggested. Man number 3 wasted no time in kneeling down in between Jan legs; Jan tried to push his head away, and she kept trying as his tongued delved all around her pussy with little effect, the twin had turned around to watch as well as I had. Although my thoughts, which should have been about maternal protection, they seemed to be heading towards a wish to be in her place. Jan had tilted her head back, eyes closed. I think we all knew that she would not be able to stop herself from showing a response to this assault. Within two minutes, I noticed her hands were not pushing the head away, but pulling it into to her pussy. The way she was slumped forward in the chair with her ass near the edge, man number 3 probably had his finger up her ass as well. As we all watched, her hands stopped holding his head and starting playing with her own nipples, her breathing was getting faster as her orgasm came. She started bucking on his tongue and went back to pulling his face into her pussy. As she settled back exhausted and sated, man number 3 stood up saying. "Come on you fucking bitch, my turn, open your mouth and start sucking my cock." He demanded. He dropped his Jeans to the floor together with his underwear, Jan hesitated after seeing the size of it, and it was bigger than average. Man number 3 slapped her face hard and pulled her hair until much to the delight of the others, she gave in and opened her mouth and it was rammed full of his cock. He was merciless; he pushed his cock in to the back of her throat until she was choking on it. " Don't spill a drop." He told her, while holding her head tight to ensure she took it all down. She choked a bit but manage to swallow all his cum, when he pumped her mouth full. Pulling her up from the chair, he ordered her to bathroom to clean up, in case he wanted more at a later time . I was sitting there still very scared, but watching Jan had made me quite hot, what worried me now was that it was probably the twins turn to be sexually abused and my fear was for them, I did not know if they could handle it. Man number 1 ordered the twins into the kitchen to get food and drinks for the whole gang. I was relieved for them and hoping our ordeal may be nearly over, until man number 1 came over to me, pulled me up by my hair and dragged me to my bedroom, threw me on the bed and started asking questions. Again, I thought it best to be truthful. "Did you enjoy seeing your daughter satisfied?" He began to ask. "Yes, but not the violence." I quickly replied. "Do you want to watch all your daughters being fucked?" "No." I replied. "Did I want to suck his cock?" He asked. "No." Do you want to be fucked?" He asked. "No." I replied. "Looks like it's not your lucky day." He sneered while dropping his jeans to the floor." "Get on your knees and start sucking bitch, and make it a good one, but first get those udders out so I can give them a going over." He yelled. I got off the bed and removed my bra, and stood right in front of him, glancing at his cock as I did so, and noticed he was not yet hard. He stroked my breasts, teased my nipples, and made comments about how large an area my areola covered and how big my nipples grew. This continued for a few minutes until he started to twist my nipples until it really hurt and forced me to say that I wanted to suck his cock, I said I did of course to stop the pain, he pushed me to the side of the bed forcing me to sit down. I turned away as he forced his cock into my face, he reached down and twisted my nipples until I opened my mouth from the pain and held my head to stop me turning. He was still only half-hard when he forced it in, but with very little effort on my part it grew in my mouth, substantially, far bigger than my husband's cock, which I was used to. My effort was obviously not to his liking, probably because I made no effort, he just threw me back on the bed in anger, and I thought I was going to get a beating, instead he ripped my panties right off me. Leaving me naked, laying on the bed. "OK!" He said; let us see if you can fuck better than you can suck. Open your legs let's see your big cunt!" He screamed angrily. I sat up leaning on my elbow and really wanted to scream at him, but fear and my tears stopped me. I realized I was naked with my legs wide open, something no one else but my husband had seen since my marriage 26 years earlier, with a man probably 20 years younger than I was, now standing between my legs, with a huge erection that could only be satisfied by one thing. I resigned myself to my fate, and with no intention of making it easy for him. "Well that's looks like a cunt made for fucking. Are you nice and wet for me?" He asked, while slapping my pussy hard with the flat of his hand. I did not reply, he put two fingers inside of me and hooked upward and fate decreed, it had to happen, he found my G spot, the first time it had been touched for a very long time, and he knew it, just but my sudden groaning I suspect. There was no way I could hide the sexual spasms I was feeling. "You are very ready." He said laughing. He lay across me with his arm supporting his weight with his cock poking at me in an effort to find my entrance; I subconsciously put my hand down between us, took hold of his cock, rubbed his cock head up and down my slit, and guided him into my canal. I could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as he at first entered me slowly until he was fully inside me. My juices were lubricating us both, as he went in and out of me two more times before he suddenly started to quicken the pace, and slamming into me with force. He brought his weight down on me and mauled my breasts, biting them. My nipples were being sucked, licked and bitten, causing me great pain. His pounding was relentless, he slowed one time and nearly came out of me. "Don't stop, keep it in." I called out. He looked at me and smiled, and then sped up again, even through the pain, my orgasms were coming at a fast rate. My legs had involuntarily encircled him pulling him into me. Suddenly, he started to breathe heavier and his cum started to jet inside of me, I squeezed his cock with my internal muscles and drained every drop from him. "Well! Your one great fuck." He said as he stood up and sauntered to the bathroom. I never moved, I just laid there, enjoying the feelings of sexual relief, and realizing I had just been hurt, beaten, abused and forced to have sex, but I felt so good. This must be wrong I thought to myself. Man number 1 came out of the bathroom, and ordered me to get cleaned up. I dashed in the bathroom, had a quick shower and stood in front of the mirror, my breasts were covered in bite marks, my pussy was puffy from the pounding, and my nipples were sore from the sucking, but there was still elation inside of me, I returned to the bedroom where he sat waiting for me, fully dressed. "Can I wear something, it's getting cold." I said. I did not want to let the girls see all the marks on me; he passed my thin and short cotton dressing gown from the closet, to me. "Or would you prefer to fuck again." He said. "Not yet, perhaps later." I said without thinking. My fate was sealed, by the big grin on his face. He pushed me out of the bedroom and back into the Great Room, where the rest of the gang were at the table eating what the girls had prepared for then, The twins were sitting on the sofa, Jan was in my armchair, I sat in my husband's recliner chair, preparing for what was going to happen next. We did not have to wait long. Men number 4 and 5 rose from the table and stared at all of us, and it was scary stare, we all bowed our head and looked at the floor to avoid eye contact. Eventually they walked over to the twins who were sitting on the sofa together. 'Stand up dirty whores." He shouted at them. Jill stood up immediately, but Jen was slower, man number 5 slapped her around the side of the head and knocked her back down shouting. "You are not learning are you? Do what you are told immediately or suffer the consequence." Jen stood there, with tears rolling down her face from the pain, while Jill just stared at the floor trembling, man number 4 pulled two scarves from his pocket and blindfolded them. Jan and I were dreading this moment of seeing our child and younger sisters abused and hurt, the pain for us was watching, unable to look away, was perhaps even worse that what had been done to us so far. The men removed the girl's bras and thongs, stood back and just stared at them. The whole gang started discussing all our bodies, comparing breast size, nipples, pussy, and the clitoris size of all of us. All of us gave a nervous smile when they decided whom the winner of each section was, not knowing if we were supposed to smile or not. Taken Men number 4 and 5 both started playing with Jens body, stroking and pulling her breasts, twisting her nipples, then bent her over and rubbed her ass, and lightly smacking it. I noticed three had moved to stand by Jan, grabbing her hand and making her stroke his cock on the outside of his trousers. Man number 4 tried to get his finger inside Jen's ass, but was having great difficulty, he stood her upright again and spread her feet apart, and then after slapping her pussy three times he put two fingers inside her pussy, followed by man number 5 trying to get two fingers in as well. They pummeled Jens pussy even after she begged them to stop until they got bored with it and pushed her down on the sofa again. Man number 4 dropped his trousers and pulled his cock out, grabbing Jen by the head he shouted at her. "Open up Bitch, you need your protein!" He said loudly and laughing at the fear on Jen's face. She opened her mouth and just started to lick the end, she tried to hold him off by pressing on his legs to push him back, a slap to the side of her face told her what she had to do. She took his cock a few inches deeper into her mouth, but still not enough to satisfy him, and he got angry. Another slap to her head, he grabbed her by the hair and face fucked her brutally. After cumming in her mouth, he made sure that she swallowed all of it before releasing her hair and pushing her back on the sofa, where she curled in a ball and kept sobbing It was Jill's turn, I was worried now, Jill had never really had a regular boyfriend as far as I knew, she had lots of friend as a large group that went out a lot together, unlike Jen who has had the same boyfriend for a few years, and was probably sexually active. Jill was pulled to her feet and stood there looking quite composed, she heard what they did to her sister but could not see of course. They started on her breast pulling and twisting with their finger, the shock came when they took a nipple each in their mouths, Jill raised her hands and pulled their head tighter onto her breasts, and urging them on. "Just fuck me you bastards!" She called. Play with yourself said man number 5, and pushed her back down on sofa. Jill slid forward and started to rub her clitoris to the delight of the whole gang. My mind was racing, was Jill so excited by everything, or was this a ploy, to avoid them touching her. If it was it worked, she slowly brought herself to a vocal orgasm, which brought a big cheer from the whole gang. "Time for me now bitch, open your mouth and start sucking." Man number 5 said, as his cock was waved in her face. Jill sat back up and smiled, took his cock in her hand and started to masturbate him while making comments about what a lovely big cock it was. Jan and I looked across the room at each other in disbelief as we continued to watch Jill take this cock in her mouth and work it with such enthusiasm. In under a minute, man number 5 was jetting his cum down her throat; she was still sucking to get every drop from him. As I watched, it dawned on me that my sweet daughter was a cock loving cum guzzler. It did make me smile. "Time for the ladies to rest!" shouted man number 1. We were all lead to our separate bedrooms, they had already cut the phone lines, and we were warned not to try to escape through a window as there would be somebody outside. I was led to my bedroom by man number 1, and was sure I was going to be fucked again, but no, he told me to get some rest. As I lay down, I thought perhaps they would gather up all out property they were going to steal and disappear into the night while we slept. I looked at the clock, and it was 10pm; this had been going on for six hours already. I laid my head back on the pillow wondering if I would sleep. "Wake up; you have to make the coffee, get into the kitchen." I heard a voice say. I sat up and looked at the clock 3am, I had slept for five hours. The realization this was all-real, came back to me and that it was not just an erotic dream, man number 2 was standing there waiting to take me into the kitchen to make coffee. I still had my dressing gown on and he took the opportunity to feel my ass again as I filled the coffee pot at the sink, while the coffee was brewing he also made me show him my breasts, but he did not touch me. I made coffee for the whole gang. Man number 1 told me to make some more for the girls, which I did, including one for myself. "Time for some more action, do you want to watch?" leered man number 3 from the kitchen doorway. "No thank you." I replied. "Take a coffee to the one who loved the good licking, and wake her up," He said. Of course he meant Jan, he did not immediately follow me and I woke Jan quickly with my first chance to talk to her. I consoled her as best I could and told her it was still going on, in case she had any doubt. "I feel so ashamed Mom." Jan said. "About what?" I asked. "When that one licked my pussy, I had the best orgasm I have ever had." She said shamefully. "I know Jan, it's the fear and the excitement all rolled into one, and your body betrayed your mind. I explained. She seemed to accept that, I thought it best not to tell her I experienced the same thing. Man number 3 and man number 1 came into her old room. Number 1 grabbed my arm, pulled me over to the small sofa in the room, and sat me down, with him alongside me. It seems I have to witness what was going to happen to increase my family's humiliation. Man number 3 pulled back the sheets to expose Jan's nakedness. "OK big tits get on your back, bring your knees up, and open them legs as wide as you can, or you get a real beating." Jan complied with tears rolling down her face; man number 3 stripped all his clothes off, and started to play with his own cock, Jan had her hands stretched out as though she was waiting to take hold of it, but was in fact waiting to push him away. "I know what the fucking bitch wants," he said to man number 1. Dropping to his knees, he started licking her pussy for the second time that night, which we all knew she would not fight against. Within seconds, her face gave her away as an orgasm came over her; he stood up with his face covered in her juices, and with no resistance, slid into Jan, his full length going fully home. Just at that, moment man number 1 told me to get coffee and wake up my whiny daughter, I was glad to get away from the humiliation for a few moments but knew more was to come. I took a last look at Jen as I left the room; there was no resistance from her now. As I went back to the kitchen to get Jen some coffee, I noticed four large barrels in the hallway that had been carried into the house while I slept; I thought to myself that they are going to be used to carry away all our possessions, and my hate and loathing toward these people returned. I entered Jen's room to find man number 4 already there standing over her naked with his hard erection sticking out. I gave her the coffee and asked man number 4 if I could get him some. "After I fuck this one." He sneered. I sat by Jen and told her to do whatever they wanted; it was far better than getting hurt and it would soon be over, man number 1 came in, looking angry, he walked straight over to the bed, pulled the sheet off Jen, and zapped her for five second in the leg with a stun gun. Jan's legs were trembling from the stun gun shock; he pulled her legs apart and placed the stun gun prongs on her pussy lips. "You want to be fucked, Yes?." He shouted. "Yes." But I need to pee first." She replied sobbing. "Then piss in here." Man number 1 said as her gave her the empty coffee cup. Jen's humiliation was total; she squatted and peed into the cup as they watched her, laughing at her as she complied. Jen got back on the bed; man number 4 opened her legs and rubbed her clit, before inserting two fingers inside her, when he was satisfied she was ready, he brought her legs up to his shoulder, and was surprisingly gentle as he slowly entered her and started his slow fuck. After just two minutes, we could all see on her face that her body had betrayed her and she was settling down and getting into it. As before, I was now ordered to get coffee for Jill and wake her up with it. She was fast asleep when I got to her and with none of the gang in her room, I woke her up and quickly explained what was happening, how they had zapped Jen and hurt her, and that she should just comply so as not to get hurt. "Drink this coffee Jill." I said "Mom, you have to know, I have needs, and I have not been fucked for three months, I really need it. A nice coffee first and then being fucked, what more can a sex starved girl want. I hope you are not too shocked." "Damn you daughter! You are so much like me, at your age I was masturbating three times a day, even now I still think about sex every day." I said with a big grin on my face. "What have they done to you so far Mom?" Asked Jill. Before I could answer, men number 1 and 5 came in to the room, I sat back in a chair out of the way, and they pulled the sheet back off Jill to find her rubbing herself with her fingers. "Your really are ready for a good fucking. Do you want it in your cunt or your ass?" Man number 5 asked. "Right here." Said Jill, pulling her labia lips apart. Showing her wet and slick pussy pulsating with sexual longing. Number 5 stripped of all his clothing; Jill leaned toward the edge of the bed, quickly grabbed his cock, and rubbed him to full erection, then turning over she kneeled on the bed with her face in the pillow, Number 5 kneeled behind her and slowly penetrated her very wet and willing body. "Fuck me hard and fast." She called out. Man number 5 increased his pace until he was slamming into her pushing her forward with ever surge she had three very noisy orgasms before he eventually filled her with his cum, While watching them fucking, man number 1, who has sat beside me to watch, had grabbed my hand to rub his cock through his trousers while we watched. The pair separated and lay back on the bed to get their breath. A moment later Jill sat up again saying. "I am ready for the next one." "No more for you today, but you are going to be a good earner that is for sure." Man number 1 said, as he removed a hip flask from his pocket. "Take a swig of this to help you rest." He said. Jill complied. "Come on you big titted cunt, back to your room." He said to me. I sat on the edge of my bed wondering what was going to happen now. Man number 2 came in and sat in the chair by the bed, staring at me, I still had my dressing gown on. I tried to tighten it around me, with little effect as he continued staring. Man number 1 started with the questions again. "Did you enjoy seeing your daughters get fucked?" "Absolutely not." I replied. "Did it get you a bit turned on though?" "Yes! A little." I said I had to be truthful. "Do you want to be fucked again?" Man number 1 asked. "What does it matter what I want, you will do what you want anyways." I replied, avoiding giving a truthful reply. "OK, get your dido out, we know you have one, and give us a performance." He said. I got my dildo out from the bedside table, and lay back on the bed naked after removing the dressing gown, I was at this point past caring what they saw or did. Starting on my nipples first, I got those both erect and moved it down my body until it contacted my clit. The surges of pleasure immediately flew through my body, the thought of them watching was no longer in my mind, and it was replaced by the memory of his big cock thrusting inside me. As I inserted the dildo inside me, being fucked now was my only wish; my desires and animal lust overtook me. "Please, somebody fuck me." I called out opening my legs wide in anticipation. Man number 1, who was already naked jumped on the bed and lay on his back, with his erect cock standing straight up. I rolled over and got astride him, I held his cock to guide him into me as I slowly lowered myself on to him, my wetness was absolute, as his cock went fully in, I could feel every part of him as I started to move slowly up and down. My whole being was feeling tremors of delight coursing through me. His hands were on my breasts torturing my nipples with his pulling and twisting, but it was no longer pain I felt, just sheer orgasmic pleasure. I leant forward to allow him to suck my nipples, and then I felt hands on my ass. The Vaseline soon followed, as a finger smeared it around my anal entrance, man number 2 was going to fuck my ass for the second time. It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to have two big cocks inside of me at the same time, but the pleasure I was getting from the first one was overriding all other thoughts, as I continued to set the pace for my pleasure. Man number 2 fed his cock into my ass quite slowly keeping up with the rocking motion I was in, it seemed to go in a lots easier than the first time, and it certainly felt more comfortable, squeezing all my internal muscles, I managed to make both of them feel my body gripping them. I increased my pace as I felt man number 1 getting ready to unload inside of me, and with many grunts from him he did, jet after jet fired inside of me, I slumped forward resting on his body as man number 2 came with an equal amount of cum pouring inside of me. The sweat was pouring from all of us, I rolled off and lay there panting trying to get my breath back, and both of them were doing the same. A new thought crossed my mind, how was I going to go back to a normal, occasional sex life with my husband after this. I was ordered to clean up first and went into the bathroom first; a quick shower and I came out to find the room empty. I looked out of the door and could see into the great room, the girls were lying on the floor, their ankles tied with cord and there wrist tied to their thighs, they all appeared to be asleep, the four large drums I has seen earlier, were also in the room. I sat back down on the bed, trying to get my mind around what was happening. Man number 1 came back into the room. "What's going on?" I demanded to know. "You need a drink," He said, and passed me his flask. I swallowed a mouthful and glared at him. "Time for you to know. You are being shipped to our brothel overseas, we have a high demand for big titted cunts and you all fit the bill. Think of the benefits, you will all be fucked many times a day. No point in fighting it, the drink you just took will have you asleep very soon." I glared back at him, trying to take all this in; I lay back as everything went dark. EPILOGUE The haze started to clear; my mind was racing with a multitude of thoughts as I tried to slow it down, slowly I started to get things in place, the home invasion, the forcefulness, and violence, the gang and being drugged and shipped in a large drum to a brothel somewhere. I kept my eyes closed for some time, while I tried to assess all the information. I started to feel aches and pain in my body and could hear a constant bleep, which was getting annoying. Voices, I could hear the murmur of voices, no words just a murmur of people talking, I flicked my eyes open for a quick look for just a second, but everything was blurry, but I knew I was not at home. Then I heard an unknown voice. "I think she is coming around." "Mom, can you hear me." That was Jill's voice." I thought to myself, and the darkness came back over me again. "Can you hear me, I am a nurse, and you are in hospital." A new voice said. My eyes opened to see the owner of a new voice. Why am I in hospital? Is my family here? I asked. "Let me call the doctor, your family are all outside, they can come in after the doctor check you out." I laid there completely confused not having any idea what was happening. I looked up again to see a man in a white coat smiling at me. "Good to see you back with us." He said. "You had a Myocardial Infarction, that's a heart attack to you. We have place a stent in your artery and it's all good, a few more days rest and you be will be going home, we will talk more in a day or two, your family are all keen to see you, I will send them in now." The family all rushed in, my husband, daughter, and assorted relatives, Jill was aching to tell me all about what happened. "What happened to the Asian men?" I asked, still not really sure what was happening. "Oh good, you remember them, they saved your life. You remember we were sitting in the food court in the Mall. Well halfway through our meal you collapsed and fell to the floor, they are medical students, they rushed over, gave you mouth to mouth resuscitation and chest compressions until the paramedics came and got you to the hospital, they have even been to visit you when you was asleep." The message finally got home; the whole event had been a dream, no home invasion, no robbery, and no abuse. It really had seemed so real. My husband was delighted to see me and gave me a huge bunch of flowers and I received hugs from everybody, the nurse sent then out to allow me some more rest time. The next few days went quickly and I was feeling a lot better, by the third day the doctor had said I could go home for further rest. He gave me a lecture on my eating habits and a new exercise regime that I had to adhere too. I did ask him if the drugs I had been given could have given me wild lurid dreams during the nearly three days I was out of it. "Oh yes, that's not uncommon at all." He said smiling as he left the room. I had a wait of five hours before the family arrived to collect me, I just lay there planning a few life changes for myself, until a knock came at the door, and two Asian young men walked in with beaming smiles. Oh my God! Its man number 1 and man number 2. "Wow! You are looking so much better than the last time we saw you." They said gleefully. "We noticed you in the Mall food hall and could see some signs of you being in distress, and kept our eye on you, we are so glad we did." They said. "I really do owe you both my life, however can I repay you for that?" I asked. "No! do not answer that, I will think of something." We all laughed and smiled. Well! I did say I was planning a few life changes in the future. Taken I was barely wakened this morning by a dream. Or perhaps not awake, because if I were going to choose a dream, it would be this. Or not asleep since dreams as succulent are yet dreams and this one filled my every sense. Still spent from the night's endeavours and weary from the week of work, I would have slept on in dreamless peace, but delicate fingers moved across the muscles of my back and tingled along my spine. And more. There were circles of firm but pliant flesh on my shoulders and the press of moist warm loins against my buttocks; and a rocking back and forth as seductively moving as any dream of a succubus would leave me feel if suddenly awoke from that reverie. There was a heavy pressing on my shoulder blades and those delicious circles of supple fruit once held against my upper back were now warm mounds encircling my scalp. One of them compressed against my ear and onto my cheek and forced a moan down my throat, through my chest and into my groin where my cock leapt in answer. The moist heat I had felt bearing against my buttocks had lifted and was now grinding on my spine just where it met my ribs. The feeling shot frissons of delight first up, then down, and all along the pathways of my self. The shivers began to center where my hardness met the constriction of mattress as the pressure and kneading moved its way from shoulder to leg top. Still, the moment of complete awakening evades me. The movements and manipulation of my musculature drives groans and moans equally out with my breath and inward, down through my nether regions. I am so hard, constrained by the mattress on one side and my weight on the other, that my penis feels, at the same time, far from my body and composing all that is not thought. When the palms squeeze across my ass, I feel the delicate touches of hair fanning across my back and dancing on my skin. Unmistakably, then, there comes a soft cheek to settle in the hollow made between the push of my chest, the dip of my stomach and the slope of my thighs. The sigh of skin and gentle rustle of breeze give more chills and they feel, as they pass through my every nerve, like orgasms that can't be stopped. As though I've waited so very long that they just push their way out with a spasm and a flood and give but the smallest relief. The pressure mounts, my cock so fully hard and aware and driven against the firmness of the heavy cloth and I wonder that I won't blow before I chance to even wake fully. Soft and slightly cool hands reach deftly around and under my ass, one to cup my heavy balls and one to slide achingly up my hardness, base to tip. This elicits a new, persistent and more forceful groaning. Nearly a growl, as I waken to the next level and in a murky twilight find you turning me to my back. I'm not fully awake when your lips slip down the full length of my member and the fullness of my eyelids is not enough to keep me from unadulterated quivering. There is a dullard leaving my mind as the taut, wooden flesh of my staff is lathed by the moist pleasures of your mouth and I'm driven to delicious paroxysms that weave their way through my flesh and around my consciousness. Just when my eyes are jolted open by a wave of thrill running over me, leaving ripples in its wake, mounds of soft and utter delight sway and flow over my face. Your breasts hold my eyes in semi darkness and absolute delight and their sweet rocking would persuade me back to sleep but for my arching back and pulsating pole, reaching for a nestling so soon departed from it. Have I been groaning all this time, or has it been but one long and vocal sighing? I would never know, though the feelings inflaming my body tell me that there must have been hours of aching. That the sultriness and the provocation from you must have wrenched the moans fromout my very soul in truest tempo with my every breath. Fully awakened only now by the incumbent thrust of your hips upon my spear, I stand unable to halt the flow of verbal ejections with my consciousness. The crush of your lips on mine and your flesh molding against me sends me into convulsion even as my hands reach and circle your ass as it pistons, grinding into me. Your movements and the ferocity of your attack, the moloch of my wakening, continues to force moans and groans from me and these are met now with your screams and minces, pitches and keenings. The crescendo heightens and fuels but more and more lustful driving and I find myself shaking uncontrolled with the throes of utmost abandon. With a last scream – torn and rendered from us both – she collapses upon me, quaking and shuddering even as I am sent spinning down the corridors of blissful oblivion. Hours, now, til rousing and never a dream coveted more, morning finds us yet entwined with your dew laden lips surrounding my half hardened desire and your luscious hair spread over my throat claiming your pillage. Taken He stopped me yesterday morning for apparently speeding. I was in my bus and never go over the exact speed limit...it's very frustrating but I manage and for him to pull me over. Impossible, I thought but when he came to my window he just stood there. I felt very uncomfortable for a minute not sure if I was just expected to hand over my paper work or if he was going to talk at all. Then he leaned over and rested his arms on my window. He smelled so good and looked even better. And then he spoke...damn he had a nice voice and shivers ran through me. Trying to focus I gave him my paperwork and watched in my mirror as he walked back to his cruiser. Nice ass. I watched him inside the car obviously checking something on the computer. My mind was racing as I struggled between attraction and anticipation or a combination of both. Was I going to get my first ticket ever and have to face the inevitable laughing my family will give me for finally getting one or was this gorgeous man going to sweep me off my feet and take me into the bushes. The thought made me giggle out loud and as he leaned into my window again. "Something funny?" was all he said in that delicious voice. I blushed, apologized and stared at the floor. After a long uncomfortable silence he reached in to my car and tipped my chin to look at him. He smiled, but it made me nervous and uneasy. He told me to pay attention to my speed but that he was letting me off with a warning. And I got the warning. 'Sam, stay away from this one. He is not what you want.' I apologized again and smiled back. He handed me my papers and walked back to his cruiser again. Again; fine fine ass. As I tried to put my papers back in my wallet I noticed a little piece of paper drop from them. It had his number on it. Oh my god, was he serious. My temperature spiked and I could feel the moisture creeping out of my core. It only took me a sec to decide I was being ridiculous. I am too old and too married for a man that fine to be interested in me. He must have been just trying to flatter me or wants me to be his card at a dog fight. I couldn't however throw the number out. Always searching I guess. I put it in my wallet along with the other stuff and put him out of my mind. For the next few days I saw him everywhere. It was like he was haunting me. It was slightly worrisome but at the same time intrigued and excited. And of course it could all be in my head. That was what I was telling my mind, and body, every time I saw him. But everyday the internal fire that was keeping me in an uncomfortable smolder was getting harder and harder to extinguish. I don't think my marriage will survive my peak. I think midlife would be easier. One day he follows me, watching me driving my bus, in my jeans and sweatshirt, dropping the kids off one by one, conscientiously standing by the ramp and helping each child on and off the ramp. Then back at the yard, I park the bus. He watches me there as I walked up and down the aisle checking for forgotten items while I sweep. Meanwhile he slipped onto the bus unobserved by me through the emergency door. He takes a seat towards the back behind me. I bend over to pick up something, and he devours the sight of my amazing ass as it spreads out to bend over. He advances in the aisle and grips me gently but firmly by my hips, and pulls me against his hot, hard, eager cock. He is wearing jeans, too, and his manhood strains against the fabric as it grinds against my warm, soft ass in its denim covering. I straighten up and lean back against his chest, still unaware of his identity. But I know it's him. I pray it's him. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and kisses me softly on my neck, behind my ear, right where those long wispy tendrils of my beautiful long hair hang. My skin is so soft and tender. The fresh, clean scent of my hair fills the air between us. His hands wander slowly up to my two perfect handfuls of breasts, and he gently squeezes them through the sweatshirt. So soft and so warm. I grasp his hands and put them underneath my shirt. He pulls down the cups of my bra, releasing my breasts into his worshiping hands. He softly rolls my nipples between his fingers, and feels my breathing become heavier and faster. My breasts fit his big warm hands perfectly. He wants them in his mouth so badly. He turns me around facing him, and lovingly kisses both of my perfect boobs. He licks them and softly sucks the nipples. He can hear me moan very quietly my growing passion. His arms encircle me, his hands caressing the bare skin on the small of my back, straying down also and squeezing my ass. He wants me so bad, he needs me right now. We stagger to one of the bench seats in the bus. Both of us clumsily tear at each other's jeans in our rush to come together. He sits down, his steely-hard cock pointing straight up, throbbing in rhythm with his heart. I begin to lower myself onto his dick, facing away, but he turns me around. He needs to see my eyes, my nose, my mouth, while he takes me. My lovely little pussy is visibly aroused, 'her' dark pink lips open slightly, glistening with my delicious juices. He scoots forward to accommodate my long, gorgeous legs and lower me onto his shaft. Slowly, slowly, I engulf his cock; it melts my insides and I feel the dull, hot ache of passion throughout my body. Our eyes meet and lock onto one another. He says softly, "Samantha," and our mouths meet and our tongues entwine themselves in a long kiss. He kisses my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my cheek, my ears and my mouth again. He begins slowly thrusting his cock upwards into me. I gasp at first and then match his rhythm. My muscles grip his penis tightly, he won't last long; his desire for me is too great. Our pace increases, our hearts race, as we give ourselves up totally to passion. My breasts bounce and jiggle as I ride his cock; he reaches and holds one of my breasts, squeezing it. I moan louder and I squeeze my other breast. Our bodies are two perfectly attuned instruments, a synchronous erotic duet, racing to the finale. He grasps my womanly hips, holding tight, using his strength to lift me up and force me down on his cock over and over. He is close to orgasm. I am close as well. He puts his arms around me and pulls me close to him. He presses me against his body even as we fuck faster and harder. He wants me more than close, he wants us to become each other. Nothing else in the whole world exists now - there is only him and me and our passion. My orgasm detonates and I am gasping, sobbing, fighting to breathe. He explodes into me with a feral roar, his cock totally buried in me, spurt after spurt of his thick juice flooding me, filling my need and his need. After a while he can only say, "Samantha." Taken I woke up in a strange room and I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I try to move and I can't because I've been drugged. I manage to turn over and look around and I'm on the floor of a room with purple velvet padded walls. There are big pillows all over the place and the floor is soft. The light is very soft. Just as a door opens I black out again. When I wake up I realize I'm lying on a very large, low bed, just barely off the floor. At the foot of the bed near my feet is a chair. I try to roll over or sit up but my arms and legs have been tied down. Not tightly, but just enough to allow very little movement. I raise my head and look down at myself and notice I'm completely naked. I realize my hair has been pulled back into a ponytail and looking down again that my pussy has been shaved clean. The ropes holding me are a soft red velvet and when I pull against them they don't rub or chafe my skin. There are soft cuffs around my ankles and also around my thighs just above my knees. Ropes go from these cuffs to pulleys mounted to the ceiling. There are some satin clad pillows behind my head and satin sheets underneath me. All around the room at various point are odd shaped couches and restraints mounted on the walls. I can hear nothing except the sound of my own breathing. I know I should be afraid or worried but that feeling is faint. I'm confused at how I came to be here in this place. The last thing I remember is being called to a job interview. It was a very small office with only 3 people in evidence. I spent some time filling out paperwork and took a few strange tests that I assumed were for personality and honesty. I was then taken to a small, windowless conference room and told to wait for the office manager. I waited for a long time and finally the door opened and a man entered. All I remembered of my brief glimpse of him were his piercing blue eyes. I had the strangest impression of heat from those eyes before I sensed someone behind me and a stinging sensation in my arm. Then everything went black. As I lay there pondering this a door opens in the side of the room. Three women enter wearing silk robes of varying colors. All three have their hair pulled back into severe ponytails. The blonde woman who had administered the tests and shown me to the conference room comes over to the bed and sits on the side checking one of my wrist restraints. "Where am I?" I ask. "What's going on? How did I get here?" The woman smiles at me and brushes my cheek with her hand. I notice long red fingernails not unlike my own. "Please, what's happening?" The woman says nothing, just continues to smile. One of the other women, the one with hair so dark it seems black comes to check the restraints on my other side. I question her to no avail. Panic is rising in my chest when I realize there is someone sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed. The man is wearing black boots, black leather pants and dark blue shirt. I can see large strong hands and muscular arms but his face is in shadow. The women move away from me as he begins to speak. "Would you like to know why you're here?" He says in a low voice. I am hypnotized by the sound. I shake my head yes. He shifts slightly in his chair. "The ad you answered was not for office help. It is really for something quite different. From the tests we gave you we think you are just what I am looking for. But you need to be tested further." With that he waved one hand and I was once again aware of the other women in the room. I look to one side and watch the dark haired woman remove her robe. On the other side the blonde and the brunette are also removing their robes. The blonde moves closer. She is of very slight build with smallish breasts, a taut flat stomach and thin legs. She is dressed nothing but a garter belt and silk stockings. At the sight of her smooth shaved pussy I let out a small moan. The man laughed softly. "I think we have chosen the right girl. After all I do need a redhead for my collection. I knew it while I was watching you in the conference room. When was the last time you had sex?" I am taken aback. It had been so long, months since my last encounter and it had been awful. What an inexperienced little boy he had been. When I had tried to show him what I enjoyed he acted disgusted with me and asked me why I knew so much about sex. "Months." I whisper, my eyes falling back on the man. "How many have you been with?" "Only a few." In truth it had been only three, and only one of them was experienced. I sensed a smile from the man in the chair. "Have you ever been with a woman?" I blushed. The thought had crossed my mind more than once. I stole a glance at the blonde. She was now standing right beside the bed caressing her breasts. I looked to the other side of the bed. The brunette, a slightly plumper girl wearing black lace panties and an open cupped bra with her enormous breasts spilling over the top, stood further away. I watched in amazement as the dark haired girl came up behind the brunette and started rubbing her breasts. I vigorously shook my head no. The man laughed again. "Good," he said. "We have much to teach you tonight." He waved his hand again. The blonde sat down on the bed next to me. The other two women moved to either side of the bed and pulled on two of the ropes attaches to my legs. I gave a little squeal as my thighs were pulled apart and back towards my head, exposing my now throbbing, wet pussy. The man leaned forward into the light and I had my first glimpse of his face, those blue eyes penetrating me, boring into my soul. He smiled as he took in the state of my pussy. "Excellent." he murmured. "Please continue." With a wave of his hand the blonde moved between my legs and spread my cunt open. I felt her hot breath on my clit a second before she ran her tongue around it for the first time. I gave a little yelp of surprise. She continued, running her tongue around my clit and then down, plunging it deep into my pussy, fucking me with her tongue. The sensation was amazing. I'd had my pussy eaten out before but not like this. She was so gentle yet at the same time her tongue was rigid enough to slid in and out of my dripping wet cunt like a small dildo. Just as I was about to cum, the man stopped her. "Do you like that?" He was standing over me now, his throbbing dick outlined on the front of his pants. I shook my head yes. "Do you want her to continue?" "Please," I moaned. I raised my hips off the bed, shoving my pussy in the direction of the blonde's face. The man smiled. "First we must teach you how to do the same. I can't have my girls getting lonely when I'm not here." He nodded at the other two women in the room. In the pleasure the blonde was giving me I had forgotten there were other people in the room. The brunette and the dark haired woman moved onto the bed and lay down next to me. The dark haired woman removed the brunette's panties and rubbed her pussy with one hand while she caressed her breasts with the other. I looked up at the man. He sat on the bed beside me and pushed my head in the direction of the women. "Pay attention," he whispered. I looked back at the women and watched as the dark haired woman lowered her face to the brunette's pussy, spread her lips and started licking her dripping wet pussy. The brunette started moaning immediately and I was aware of the man next to me rubbing his huge cock through his pants. "See," he said. "See how she's running her tongue up and down, not neglecting any part of that gorgeous cunt?" I shook my head. "See how she's sucking that nice hard clit and pushing her fingers inside at the same time." I couldn't answer, I was mesmerized by the sex act that was taking place mere inches from my face. My breath was coming in short bursts and I could feel the orgasm rising up in my loins. I turned my head when I felt the man get up from the bed. The two women next to me switched into a 69 postion and continued pleasuring each other. The blonde had resumed kissing my cunt and was slowly working her way up my body. She stopped at my breasts and took one then the other in mouth, teasing and sucking at my rock hard nipples. She kissed me full on the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I could taste my pussy on her lips and smell myself on the dried pussy juice on her face. She moved upward and offered one small perky breast to my mouth. I sucked the nipple into my mouth, running my tongue around it and nibbling on it slightly. She then knelt over my face and held the lips of her pussy apart. "There you go," she said. "Let's see if you're a quick learner." I slowly stuck out my tongue and ran it around her clit. She shuddered. I ran it around again and then ran it down her slit towards her pussy. She pushed herself down more aggressively on my face, burying it it her pussy. The wetness of her pussy surrounded me. I ran my tongue around and around her clit and then plunged it deep into her pussy, fucking her moist warm cunt with my tongue. I felt the restraints on my arms loosen and I groped upwards for her breasts. Finding them I rubbed my thumbs over her swollen nipples and lightly squeezed. She moan and her hips bucked harder against my face. As I got more aggressive with my tongue I felt two sets of hands on my thighs. My vision obscured by the pussy I was supposed to be devouring, I let out a yelp when I felt two tongues on my own cunt. I was already near orgasm from what I was doing to the blonde and the sensation of one tongue teasing my clit and the other buried in my dripping wet hole was more than I could take. I came with more force than I ever had before. The waves of orgasm washed over me and neither girl between my legs let up, both of them holding my bucking hips down. My hands were gripping the blonde's tits and as I came she pushed her pussy onto my face again, my face buried in her pussy as she came, gushing her juice all over my face. The blonde moved off of me as I shuddered trying to catch my breath, the two women between my legs never letting up. The blonde got up and walked over to a cabinet and removed a large strap-on. She put on the device and moved between my legs. The brunette turned her plump, luscious pussy toward me and pushed it towards my waiting mouth. I plunged my tongue into her hole as I played with tits as large as mine. The blonde started pounding me with the dildo which made concentrating on the pussy before me difficult. As the blonde pounded away the dark haired woman started teasing my clit with a small vibrator. I screamed in pleasure, completely forgetting the brunette. The brunette started to suck and bite at my tits and my hard erect nipples as I had my next orgasm. This time as I came it was so intense I started to black out. As the orgasm faded I noticed the girls unfastening my bonds. The turned me over and positioned me on my hands and knees, facing the chair where the man was sitting again. He was now completely naked, lightly rubbing his enormous rock hard cock. When the girls had me in position the brunette once again took her place in front of me. I was so absorbed in the man's intense blue eyes I didn't notice she was there until she grabbed me by the hair and forced my face into her crotch. I began eagerly lapping at her pussy, pushing my tongue deep inside her and rubbing her clit with my hand. I switched and pushed my fingers into her tight pussy and focused my tongue on her hard little clit. I felt one of the other girls move in behind me and her tongue run around my clit again. I felt fingers in my pussy, pushing in and out, finger fucking me. I opened my eyes and raised my head slightly to see the man get up from the chair, his big hard dick sticking out in front of him, and wave a hand at the dark haired woman. She took her robe and left the room. The brunette started to cum and I refocused my attention on her, moving my fingers faster and faster and pushing my tongue even more insistently against her throbbing clit. As she came her juices dripped around my hand as her throbbing cunt convulsed against my hand. I started to cum again, my screams muffled by the pussy in front of me. I collapsed on top of the brunette, my breath coming in ragged gasps to match her own ragged breath. I felt the blonde move away from me and sensed her leaving the room. I felt big strong hands pulling me up and leading me out a door behind the bed. I looked over at the man with the blue eyes and noticed for the first time his short blonde hair and his lean muscular build. He smiled at me as he escorted me into a small bathroom with a large shower. He reached in and turned a knob sending water gushing from the shower head. The brunette came up behind me and ushered me into the shower. She lathered up her hands and began running them over my body. I took the cue and did the same to her. The man just stood back and watched, still lightly rubbing his enormous cock. The brunette started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. She whispered to me "He must really like you. The only time he's even sent the other girls away was his first time with me." I took a breath to speak but she kissed me quickly on the lips and rubbed her soapy body against mine, pushing me against the cold tile wall. I yelped at the cold tile and she leaned in again, kissing my neck. "We have to get you all clean for him." She continued rubbing my body and then moved us under the spray to rinse off. We stepped out of the shower and she handed me a large fluffy towel. I dried myself quickly and then she led me back out to the bed. As I settled myself back against the pillows the man whispered something to the brunette. She smiled, leaned over and kissed me, and left the room. I was now alone with the blue-eyed man. I looked at him as he crawled up the bed towards me. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, smiling as he knelt between my legs. The sight of his enormous cock so close to my pussy was making me wet again. "Yes." I couldn't take my eyes off his dick. He saw me watching it and smiled. He leaned down into my field of vision. "Are you ready for the rest of the lesson?" I shook my head. He smiled. "Good." He reached forward and pulled my head towards his throbbing cock. I took it in my mouth and took it as far down my throat as I could. I saw his eyes close in pleasure. I pulled back and ran my tongue around the tip before I plunged my mouth down over it again. I moved back and forth, occasionally pulling back and running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, cupping his balls with my hand. Finally he pulled back. "Turn over," he said as he guided me into position. His hands gripped my hips as he entered my from behind, his cock completely filling my pussy. I moaned and my hand groped for my throbbing clit. I rubbed it furiously until I came. As my pussy pulsed around his cock the man reached forward and cupped my breasts pounding into me even harder. I collapsed forward, his dick coming free from my aching pussy. "I've never had anybody so big," I gasped as I turned over. "Am I hurting you? Is it too big?" I shook my head no and he smiled. "Good," he said. "That just wouldn't do." He spread my legs apart and bent down between them, running his tongue the length of my pussy. I shuddered. He kissed the inside of my thigh and moved back to my pussy. He spread my lips and with his mouth just above my clit asked, "Do you want this?" I groaned something to the affirmative and he smiled as he buried his face in my pussy, licking and prodding with his tongue with more expertise than any of the girls had shown. In minutes he had brought me to 3 orgasms in a row. I panted and begged him to stop, my over stimulated clit sore and throbbing with pleasure. Finally he kissed his way up my body. I breathed heavily, my breasts heaving. He stopped there and kissed and caressed them for while, teasing the nipples with his tongue and teeth while I caught my breath. My throbbing wet pussy was begging for more. "Fuck me." I gasped. "What?" "Fuck me! I want you inside me!" I was more forceful this time and was rewarded with a teasing smile. He sat up and rubbed his cock. "This?" Still the smile. I nodded. He lightly rubbed the head against my clit. I moaned and thrust my hips towards him. He slid the tip of his cock into my pussy and slowly slipped all the way in. Once he was deep inside he leaned forward and kissed my neck. He pulled out to the tip and slowly pushed in again. He leaned down and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue finding it's way deep inside. I reached and ran my hands back over his head and down along his jawline. The deeper I kissed him back the faster he pumped into me. As his cock pushed faster and faster into my pussy he took my wrists and held them against the mattress over my head, pinning me down. As I felt the wave of orgasm overtake me again I screamed and I felt his cock throbbing inside me as his cum shot deep into my cunt. He collapsed on top of me, his hands groping for my tits, finding them and lightly pinching the nipples. I shuddered and his laughed softly. He raised up and kissed me softly on the lips. "I knew I picked the right girl." He smiled. "Now, how about we get the other girls in here and get down to business." Taken The snow piled upon the windows, rounding the corners. The shadows it cast made the cabin much darker than it should be, in the mid-afternoon. She plied the fire with another piece of wood, poking it carefully into the burning pile. Hot ashes danced upwards, celebrating the commitment of the log to the transformative process. The flames were welcoming, and accepted the new fuel in long licks. In the corner, he'd been "reading", his eyes stealing glances of her more than they stayed on the book. He watched her kneel and stretch before the fire's heat. He watched the fire consume itself. Arising from his chair, he approached her. Sliding his hands up under her green velvet skirt, along the backs of her thighs, his palms now cupping her ass. Releasing a long sigh, she pushed back to his hand, raising her hips to him in offering-- resting her head on the floor. He moved her skirt up and over her back, and pushed her thighs apart. His fingers pressed hard against her panties, already he could feel the hot damp, that told of his love's desire. "Ohhhh, please." Her words were moaned, breathy and hoarse, as her hips swayed, like a cobra before a charmer, her panties going quickly from damp to wet. Her wantonness called forth a low growl from somewhere deep inside of him. Arousal stirred profoundly within them both . Her sighs grew into the lowest of moans as the pressure of his fingers, broad and flat between her lips, brought on her juices, slick and hot. His cock stiffened and throbbed, straining against his trousers. His hands slipped her panties down. Pressing his mouth to her wet folds. His tongue sought her red berry-- swollen. He sucked it between his teeth until she shook. His mouth sucked at her pleasure as his fingers delved into her core. Spread open, he pressed and stroked hard against that spot that made her world dissolve. Their lust grew as it was reflected from one back to the other. It built until it had to crest. Her cries rang from the walls as his lips sucked the passion from her center. Dissolving into the tides washing over them-- flowing from her. The waves crashed, near enough to drown him. He pressed her frenzied body tight against him, his arm cradling her hips and belly. Her breath caught raggedly, as her cries subsided. And when her world fell back into place, she found his hand pressing against the nape of her neck, holding her cheek against the cool floor. Her orgasm brought her fully present into her body, into this moment, livening her senses. Her ears picked up a rustling of cloth, the howl of the wind against the windows, and the crackling of the fire which warmed her skin. He lowered himself to her, his mouth at her ear. "Fucking perfect." His voice was low and lusty, hot breath warming her neck. She could feel his skin against hers, covering her body. "Sit up, love, and turn to me". Without hesitation, she rose, her hips lowered to rest on her upturned feet, and turned. Her eyes slowly scanned up the lines of his legs, stopping at his cock, rampant and pulsing. She drew in a deep breath as she turned her face up, her gaze continuing to follow the lines of his belly and chest. He could feel her eyes on his skin, as palpable as her delicate hand would be. She rose until her face was level with his pulsing cock. She guided his stiffness into her mouth, sucking longingly on his shaft. Her lips tight around him as his fingers caught in her hair, pulling her closer. He pulled her down until his throbbing cock filled her mouth, and pushed on. Opening her throat she engulfed him, pulsating around his head. He held her there for moments, for eternities, as she gave into the fullness. Her breath held, nothing remaining but the his cock, demanding her attention. He eased his hold and she released him, gasping. His strong hands cupped her breasts, pushing them close together, he shifted until he could angle his cock into her cleft, and he pumped-- growling. Holding herself steady, her hands on his shoulders, she caught his eyes, and held his gaze as he built his passion. Caught in his dark iris, she found herself falling, like that feeling she got when she looked up into the endless starry sky. Her breath a vocalization of her desire, in soft sighs and whimpers. With a deep groan, he found release--- his thick hot cream showering them in liquid proof of the lust shared. They sat together, holding close, wet in each others desire. Connected, breathing, warm. Taken There is something stimulating about being taken. Sure it's great to be made love to and it is wonderful to be seduced but nothing can truly be compared to being taken. That is exactly what happened last night. I admit I have been laying the teasing phone calls and text messages on a bit thick but Tyler was out of town for an entire month. What is a girl to do with all of that time on her hands and pent up sexual energy? He did tell me that I was going to have to pay for keeping him in a constant state of arousal but I didn't know he had this in him. Ok enough rambling, I'll start from the beginning. I picked him up from the airport as planned and received a warm welcome. Nothing out of the ordinary there. The drive from the airport to our place was an uneventful fifteen minutes complete with flight details and stories he'd forgotten to mention before. The scent of his woodsy cologne filled the car and dampened my panties and I nonchalantly clinched my thighs together to assuage the ache. At home we unloaded his bags and went into the house. As I turned from putting my coat away the gleam in Tyler's eyes brought me up short. His chocolate eyes had the unmistakable look of a predator and I was his prey. My heart skipped a beat and my core started to pulse. I tried to make some lame joke, to lighten the mood, and he simply responded by telling me that it was time to pay for all of the teasing. I licked lips gone dry in anticipation and bobbed my head, words having failed me. Immediately Tyler closed the distance between us and brought his mouth down to mine with an intensity only time and distance could create. I groaned and buried my hands in his auburn hair, holding on for dear life. This kiss was unlike any other kiss I had ever experienced. It was filled with longing, desire, and a need to dominate that was both intoxicating and a little frightening. With a growl he reached between our bodies, wrenched my pants open and inserted two fingers. He let me know how pleased he was to find me so ready for him and with no preamble he gripped my hair in a tight fist and forced me to my knees. I gladly opened his pants and freed the object of my desire. It had been thirty long days and I missed having his taste on my tongue. With my hand wrapped around him I slowly licked him from base to tip then sucked him down until the head touched the back of my throat. I moaned as his familiar taste flooded my mouth and continue to suckle him with long practiced strokes. Hand still firmly in place he began thrusting his hips in time to the motions of my head. I was getting pretty close to release and I looked up to signal Ty with my eyes that now was the time but was thrown off coarse by the most erotic thing I have ever seen. With eyes closed, hips moving fervently into my mouth he was sucking the taste of me off of his fingers. The sight of that sent me over the edge and I screamed my orgasm around him. He gave no quarter and while still in the throes of a powerful release he stripped off his pants, pulled me to my feet and stripped my pants as well. Without a word he shoved me into the wall, slipped on a condom and entered me in one stroke. With our shirts still on and with heavy breathing he took me. He told me about the many nights he dreamed about me just like this with one hand on my hips and the other pulling my head back by my hair. He demanded that I take all that he had to give and I did. I came screaming again and still he wasn't done with me. In a voice roughened by his impending release he instructed me to place both hands on the wall and brace my feet further apart and when I complied he began to pound into me with such force that it bordered on pain, but pleasure won out, and as I crested the peak one more time he tightened his grip and followed me into oblivion. With trembling limbs we held each other braced against the wall and tried to regain our breaths. Taken This is my first submission it is an interracial love story but you could also classify it as non-human. The first chapter is an introduction of the characters, no love scenes sorry. Also sorry about any errors you come across. JAMMANN * Today was officially the longest day ever, Alicia had been working non-stop around the house since 8am doing one chore after the next. Normally she'd have no problem helping out around the house but this was ridiculous. Who died and made me Cinderella? She thought as she scrubbed the kitchen floors, just as she was wiping the sweat from her forehead Melinda her guardian called out to her. "Licia honey I need you to go to town and run some errands from me, here's a list of the things I need for tonight party and make it quick okay." Taking a deep breath so she wouldn't show how aggravated she was "Melinda I've been cleaning all day why can't Melissa do it she already in town all you have to do is call her." As usual in her clipped tone she replied, "Listen here tonight gathering is very important for this family, we have a lot riding on this. We're going to be meeting with some very important people, therefore as the women of this household me and Melissa must be up to par. Now I'm going to meet Melissa at the salon and you're going to run these errands, considering we took you in when no one else would I don't think that's too much to ask for is it?" Ahh, the we took you in therefore you're forever indebted to us speech, "Of course not I'll go change." "Don't worry about it just go like you are." Grabbing the list Alicia ran up stairs to get her keys, part of wanted to cry another part of her wanted to smack Mrs. Garrison and tell her exactly where she could put her list. Three years of living with the Garrison's and Melina and her daughter Melissa still treated her like she was the hired help. She came to live with the family when she was sixteen after her father, James Monroe died in a car accident. Her mother died years before from cancer, as a result of having no immediate family she came to live with the Garrison. Her father and Mr. Garrison were best friends growing up, they even went to the same college together and when James had Alicia he made William Garrison her guardian. Unfortunately, whereas Mr. Garrison made a name for himself and moved up financially and socially the Monroe's had no such luck. After one bad business venture after the next, the family was living from pay check to pay check and when her mom got cancer it only got worse. Although her family had it rough she wouldn't trade her parents for the world she knew they only did the best they could. The Garrison's on the other hand was a completely different story. Mr. Garrison wasn't too bad; in fact he was really nice. For the most part he was mostly away on business but when he was home he always treated Alicia like she was part of his family. Now M&M as she like to call them was nowhere near as nice as Mr. Garrison. Both women would be considered beautiful by society standards with their blond hair, fake tan, oh and not an ounce of fat on their body but their attitudes was downright ugly. The two always made sure she knew her place, never included her in anything, and talked down to her any chance they got, but they made sure to hide their feelings when Mr. Garrison around. Lately, things haven't been going well for the Garrison's with the economy, a couple of bad business investment, and Melinda spending money like crazy; the Garrison was on the verge on bankruptcy. Hence the reason why she was still living with the Garrison, when it came time for the girls to go to college they could only afford to send one to the University and of course it would be Melissa even though the girl barely graduated high school. So while Melissa went to the University which she flunked out of after the first year; Alicia got a job in town so she would be able to go to Community College part-time. At least Mr. Garrison was nice enough to let her continue staying with them although she heard Melinda trying to talk him out of it. So as much as she wanted to leave the truth was she couldn't afford to. Grabbing her keys off the nightstand Alicia stop as she past her mirror. She looked a hot mess in her baggy t-shirt and sweats. Her rich coco skin along with her long hair was sweated out. Damn I need a perm ASAP! Pulling her hair into a pony tail she headed out. "I hope everything goes well tonight at least for Mr. Garrison sake." **** "Oh my God Gabe that was amazing, it's like our bodies became one." Liz purred as she ran her manicured nail down his chisel chest. Gabriel closed his eyes and tried to calm his rising temper. He hated it when she called him Gabe and more important he hated how she made their arrangement out to be more than what it was. Gabriel Kirkland was not one to mixed words especially when it came to women. Sure Liz was hot with her fire red hair, perky tits, and gorgeous green eyes but that was all there was. The woman was becoming way too needy and possessive for his taste the fact that she showed up to his hotel room to "surprise him," while he's handling business let him know he needs to get rid of her at least sexually speaking. If she hadn't drop her trench coat revealing her nude body he would have toss her ass out. She might be a headache but pussy is pussy. "Umm I could lay like this forever with you" she cooed. Shit "Yea, well I gotta get ready for this business dinner. When will you be heading back?" "Actually honey I was thinking I could go with you to the dinner, that way you can show me off." Enough is enough already, first his father with his talk of settling down and claiming a mate and now Liz acting all love struck. "Liz, what's with the married couple act?" Sitting up in the bed, she gasp "What are you talking about?" "You damn well what I'm talking about, the honey poo, I need you, and I wanna spend every waking hour with you crap you been spewing all month." Gabriel said getting even more pissed off. "Gabe we've been dating for month, you have to know that I care about you." He pinched the bridge of his nose willing himself not to go off. "Dating? Liz, you and I hook up for sex nothing more, nothing less. I told you from the beginning where I stood and you said you were okay with it." Jumping off the bed she began ranting, "Are you serious? I know what I agreed to but can you honestly tell me we're not good together? Gabe you need a mate, a woman who is strong who can stand by you and help run the pact while tending to your every need. You and I know that I'm the strongest female in our pact, who better than me to be by your side?" So that's what this is about becoming the top bitch in the pact always leave it up to a woman to have a hidden agenda. Getting off the bed he walked directly over to Liz so she could understand each and every word he was about to say. "I want you to listen very carefully because I'm only going to say this once and when I'm done you're going to get your things and head back to the compound. If and when I decide to choose a mate, who I choose will be solely up to me, what you or anyone else thinks I need is of no concern. I'm the Alpha therefore the decision is mine alone, understood?" "Yes" Grabbing her clothes she went into the bathroom to get dress. She was so mad she was shaking. "Your wrong Gabriel I am the best woman for you and you will chose me as your mate. I'll make sure of it." Taken After he left, Lena lay there too sore, to move and too exhausted to get up. She knew she was lying in a pool of his cum and her sweat and yes even her own vaginal fluids. She had no idea that a man could cum that much or that many times or that she could lower herself to beg such a man not to leave. He had even taken her anus and still now she could feel his spunk oozing out of her rectum. After taking her, 'back there' he had further humiliated her by demanding she clean his monster off with her mouth. The disgrace of him taking something from her ass and then putting it between her lips quickly turned to passion as she felt him harden in her mouth. Soon she was begging him to release his issue to her and without warning, he shot his cum down her throat so fast that it spilled out of her mouth and ran down her chin. In the morning, she made herself get out of bed to take a shower. The reflection she saw in the mirror scared her almost as much as the man who took her last night. Her face and hair were spattered with dried semen and she could see bruises on her breasts from where he had squeezed them. Lena turned the water on as hot as she could stand and once in the shower she just leaned against the wall letting the spray wash over her. She saw that her pubic hair was matted with his spunk as well as her thighs. She knew she could wash this off but the shame of what he had done to her would never go away. What had happened to her last night, where did he come from, these questions and more kept going through her mind as she let the shower pour over her? He must have broken into her house for she had been asleep and at first thought, he was just a nightmare. Yet all this pain and these bruises were proof that he had been real. She tried to tell herself that she had been raped and yet, had she not begged him not to stop and then not to leave. There were too many questions and she was just too tired and sore to think about answers right then. She called into work and then even too tired to change her filthy bed linens she took a pillow off the bed, curled up into the fetal position on the floor and soon was fast asleep. She dreamt of him coming to her again, and that he told her he would not come back unless she begged him to return. When she awoke, she was crying, not out of fear but of remorse. Lena was confused over her feelings of sadness about losing the man who had defiled her body and then left her lying there alone, bruised and humiliated. It was dark and she realized she had slept all day, she had not eaten yet she wasn't hungry. She went into the bathroom to relieve herself and when she looked at her image in the mirror, she saw the two red sores on her throat. They almost looked like puncture wounds and she wondered if he wore a ring that had scratched her as he had his way with her. The long sleep had revitalized her so she stripped her bed and put on clean sheets. She took the dirty linen to the washing machine and as it ran, she began to clean her house. When she next looked at her clock, she noticed it was almost two in the morning and yet she was not the least bit tired. Lena had never been a night person and it surprised her that she could be up so late. Lena knew at once that he was there, she hadn't seen him put she could feel his presence. When she turned and saw him it almost took her breath away. She was almost paralyzed with the fear and yet at the same time she could feel the desire welling up deep inside her. He looked at her with a smile that only showed he enjoyed her uneasiness, and without saying a word, she knew what he wanted. The heat rising up in her loins became all that mattered and she fell to her knees before him. She begged just as he had commanded in her dream, "Please, please, I'm yours do with me as you wish, just don't leave." He lifted his tunic, exposing his penis and she automatically raised him to her lips. He grabbed her by the hair as he forced himself down her throat. She gagged again and again, as she tried in panic to breathe, then just before she blacked out she learned to take some air through her nose. She looked up into his eyes to see him watching her intently, then without warning, he climaxed filling her mouth and coating her tonsils with his salty issue. She tried to swallow it all but it came too fast and too much for her to handle it all and as she choked she felt it coming out her nose burning the tender membranes of her nostrils. It was only when he finally finished his abuse of her mouth that she realized she had climaxed at the same time as he. He pulled himself from her lips, still hard and then with mighty arms he picked her up and threw her on her bed like a rag doll. She felt like a common street slut as she spread her legs in anticipation of his turgid manhood. He crawled up on the bed grabbing her legs and pushing them over her head then he impaled her gash with his mighty sword. She screamed as he buried himself inside her and yet she couldn't help herself as she rutted underneath him as a bitch in heat. He lay on top of her as she pushed against him and then she felt the pain in her throat as he sank his teeth into her neck. Once again she experienced the combined feelings of the pain of his bite and the pleasure of his penis as it filled her as no mere man had ever before. She wanted to cry out either from the pain or the pleasure, she wasn't sure, but her breathing was so fast she was hyperventilating and no sounds came out of her mouth. She felt him climax as his cum blasted the walls of her womb and this made her orgasm again as well. When he was done with her, he kissed her deeply and she could taste her own blood on his lips. When he raised his head, she finally saw the telltale fangs. She closed her eyes in disbelief and when she opened them again, he was gone. As if in an epiphany all her questions were now answered, she now knew not only what her intruder was but also how much danger she was in and that she might lose her mortal soul. Lena knew all the legends and she knew that this was the night stalker's second visit to her bedroom. She might have been asleep during his first calling but she knew that he had been there and she remembered she had the punctures on her throat to prove it. If he took her again, she would no longer be a person but would become a creature of the night, the same as her visitor. For the second night in a row, she lay in a pool of her sweat and his cum, yet tonight it did not repulse her. She let her fingers drift down her taught belly to slip inside the cleft between her legs. She could feel his issue trickle out from inside her and she let her fingers run through it. Tonight instead of disgusting her, his cum felt like a soothing balm as she rubbed it on her stretched and torn womb. Next, she rubbed a little where he had bitten her on the neck and soon the pain was gone. No longer concerned about the mess of his sperm she got up to go to the bathroom letting it run out of her slit and down her thighs. She looked into the mirror, was her image fading, or was it the light, she couldn't tell. She could defiantly see the new set of fang marks, red and sore and just below the old set. Lena stared almost trance like at her new wounds, and she understood she was one bite away from being forever different. What could she do to stop this creature from taking her for all eternity? Then she realized she had her hand between her legs and was again playing in the seed from this demon. While her mind was desperately seeking escape, her body was yearning for his return. She wondered if maybe she was already too far-gone to come back to the living. After the giving of herself to him would she ever be able to be with a normal man again. She lay in her bed wondering what she could do, finally falling into a deep sleep just before dawn. Once again, he came to her in her dreams where he told her the decision was hers and that he would only take her if she begged him to. In her dream she offered her throat to him but instead he sank his fangs into her breast and it made her think of a nursing mother as he drank from her teat. When he had quenched his need he took her up with him as they toured her old world. Her dream that had been in black and white was now in Technicolor and everything was now more beautiful than before. She saw that what once was a drab world was now bright and everything shined with an inter glow. In her dream, she was now so happy and she knew she had made the right choice. She now had no more pain, no more sorrow and the world was her oyster. She awoke some time after dark to a world that was the same as it had always been. She understood the disappointment she felt that she was still human and unchanged. She could feel the anticipation growing inside her as she awaited his arrival. Was she longing for that final thrust of his fangs inside her or was it the longing for his sex, she didn't know. She went to take a shower and as she washed her body, she saw them, two large puncture wounds on her breast. He had taken his final pleasures with her in her sleep and now she understood there would never be a return to the life that had been her own. As she let the water cascade on her, she felt the hunger rising up inside her and somehow she understood there was only one thing that would assuage her appetite. Taken! Tuesday night. Bed at last. I'd had one of those days that I just wanted to forget. As I climb into bed with Marc I cuddle up tightly to him. It always makes me feel safe knowing that he is close to me. I begin to drift into a happy contented sleep. Suddenly I feel Marc being pulled from my grip. I'm only half a wake now but can sense that something is wrong. I hear hushed voices but can see no one in the darkness. I feel a strong pair of hands reach down and hold me down onto the bed one hand over my mouth. Through the haze that is sleep I realize that there are 4 men in the bedroom. The bedroom light comes on. I'm forced to watch as two of them pull Marc from the bed and tie him to the chair across the bedroom. He fights them but they are too strong. They bind his legs and arms to the chair. I watch powerless as they turn towards me. I want to scream but can't. I want to run but can't. I want to cry but can't. I realize that to resist is pointless. I try to switch off as they stand over me. I watch as they turn to each other and sneer. The one holding me down tells me to be quite. He releases his hand from over my mouth I let out a gasp of air. As he releases his grip on me I suddenly sit upright and try to struggle. As I do they grab me. Two take An ankle each while the the other one holds my wrists as they knock me back onto the bed. They stand over me and I am powerless to react. I feel naked in front of them even though I have my nightie and panties still on. As the others hold me down I watch as a large man begins to touch me. He runs his hands over my chest. I start to struggle again. they hold me tighter. He reaches forward and rips my nightie from me I lay in front of him with just my panties on. I want to cover myself up. Cover my nakedness. He leans over me, hands on my breasts, turns to Marc and smiles. "What a beautiful pair of tits your wife has!" He lowers his head and begins to suck my nipple. Every fibre in my body wants to struggle but I know it's pointless. The man that is holding my wrists pushes his face into mine. He forces my mouth open and pushes his tongue into it. I feel a hand begin to travel roughly up my inner thigh towards my panties. "Spread your legs!" they order, I obey. I lay there waiting for them to do something. One reaches down between my legs and begins to feel my pussy through my panties. "shaved!" This seems like a signal. They begin to touch me again. A tongue is pushed into my mouth, Hands are run over my breasts.. My panties are ripped off me and a hand begins to probe my sex. I feel helpless as they do this to my body. I feel ashamed as I realize that I am becoming wet between the legs. I turn and look towards Marc. He looks back at me. My eyes plead with him but I know that he is powerless to help me. A cock is pressed into my face I realize with a sickening feeling that I am expected to suck it. My hair is pulled from behind and my mouth is guided towards this large cock. I place it in my mouth and have to fight every instinct in my body not to bite it! I resist as my hair is pulled and I am forced to take it as far back as my throat will allow. I want to gag as I take it but know that I mustn't. Faster and faster it is rammed into my mouth, I feel it begin to twitch and know that he is about to come. I try to pull away but am held there. I feel his sperm begin to pump from his cock. I feel it trickle down my throat and am forced to swallow it all. He turns " your wife gives good head for a whore" I hear him say to Marc. I feel hands all over my body. I feel fingers begin to probe my pussy. I feel one finger then two slip inside me. I feel mouths clamp onto my nipples. part of me wants them to stop the other part doesn't. The large man stands over me. I realize that it is him that has his fingers buried inside me. He pushes my legs wider apart as his gang continue to plunder my body. He pushes his cock towards my pussy entrance. "please no" I hear myself plead with him. "Shut the fuck up and take it bitch" I know it's pointless to resist as he forces my legs further apart and pushes his cock deep inside me. He pumps mercilessly, faster and harder than I have ever been fucked before. Again a cock is forced into my mouth. As I suck I realize that I am actually beginning to enjoy the sensations that are beginning to build within me. I try to resist them but as his cock pumps deep and hard into my pussy I find these feelings harder to fight. I begin to relax. I feel myself begin to orgasm. I just can't help myself I lose myself in the feeling of it as his cock pumps harder and faster as he nears his own orgasm. I feel his cock begin to pump his seed deep inside me. As he does I feel my mouth fill with spunk. The large one climbs off when he is finished. I'm turned over and am told to stay on all fours. I feel a finger probe my pussy once again. It travels towards my ass hole. It's pushed into my ass hole. I squirm as it enters. It makes my ass hole smart. I want them to stop but at the same time don't. I'm so mixed up now. I want it but I don't. Someone gets up and goes over to Marc. They untie his bonds and force him to come closer. " I want to get a good view as I fuck your wife's ass" he's told. I feel a cock rub against my wet clit then begin to slid towards my tight virgin ass. I cry out as he begins to force it into my tight ass hole. He holds me down as he slips into me. I feel it fill me. I can see Marc. He looks at me and I feel strange as I begin to realize that he appears to be enjoying what he is seeing. I have seen that look in his eyes before. The look of lust! As the guy behind me forces his cock deeper into my ass hole I scream out. I'm in a state of confusion now as I look at Marc. I can see the excitement in his eyes as he watches this guy fuck my ass. I see his cock begin to bulge. I want him to fuck me not these men. As they continue to fuck me Marc is order to remove his clothes, as he does so he is made to stand in front of me. As he does I begin to realize just how much this is turning him on. His cock is harder than I have ever seen it before. He reaches down and pulls my mouth towards his cock, I greedily take it. I can't believe how horny I'm beginning to feel as I take him while my ass is being fucked by a complete stranger. Without warning the guy fucking my ass begins to come. I feel his seed pump deep inside my ass as I suck Marc's cock and suddenly I don't want this to stop. My hair is pulled again and I am yanked away from Marc. One of the guys lies Marc back on the bed and I'm ordered to sit on his cock. I look at him, I've never seen him so excited. I'm helped onto the bed I straddle him. As I begin to lower myself onto his cock another member of the gang help guide his cock into my wet pussy. I gasp as I feel it swelling inside me. "I think your wife is beginning to enjoy this!" I hear someone say to Marc. "Has the bitch ever had her ass fucked while you we're inside her?" "No." "I think it's time she did, don't you?" No answer was given or required just one look at his face said it all. I'm pushed forward onto Marc's chest and a finger is slipped into my tight wet ass hole. "I'm going to enjoy this bitch". Without any warning this guy kneels on the bed and thrusts his cock deep in to my tight hole in one movement. I let out a small scream as he does. "Keep the bitch quiet!" A cock is thrust into my face. I don't have to be told to suck it this time around. As I'm fucked in every orifice I feel my body respond. I've stopped fighting now and began to really enjoy the sensations that are washing over me. My body begins to tense as I near orgasm. As I feel the wave of orgasm wash over me I totally relax and enjoy it. If they are going to use my body I'm going to use theirs as well. I push myself deeper onto Marc's cock as I feel him begin to come. This in turn sets off the guy fucking my ass. The cock that I am trying to suck begins to twitch. Greedily I lick it eager now to taste the sperm from it. As he comes he splashes my face with his come. I kiss Marc and make him taste the come in my mouth. He raises his head, smiles and whispers, "Guess you enjoyed my surprise in the end" Taken! It had been another vicious spring; each week brought a thunderstorm more violent then the last. Tonight's storm had me fighting for sleep; pulling the pillow over my head just wasn't working anymore. Dreams defied my restless night and I give up hope of catching any deep sleep. The lightning flashes over the entire sky, the florescent spider webs woven across the heavens. If you looked hard enough you could catch a glimpse of the storms power, the clouds full and heavy ready to release their tears of frustration at a moments notice. The wrath of Gods scream out with the crashing thunder, warning all to take cover, this night could be an evil one! I try to take cover in sleep but I can not find the solitude I am looking for, the rain now pouring down, creating more noise to block my needed sleep. I toss and turn and turn and toss, as the rhythm of the rain patters its slumber breaking dance on my roof. I finally give up the fight and decide to head downstairs and have a coffee and cigarette. I know the caffeine will hinder any last chance of sleep but since that battle is already lost, I welcome the warmth. I light my smoke and inhale the toxic temptation, feeling guilty for giving in once again. I contemplate quitting the nasty habit for the umpteenth time. My record had been four months of not bending to the whip of my master nicotine. As I pull the poison into my lungs I decide to watch God's lightshow and open the blinds to get a better view, chills run down my spine as the scene unfolds before me. All of a sudden the wind comes to a complete stand still, not even a whisper can be heard. The hard rain stops cold and an eerie silence holds the air. No thunder roared as the lightning continued is fierce flashing. It was becoming brighter and brighter, soon the flashes burned so brilliant I have to cover my eyes from their radiance. When the lightning came to its brightest point a monstrous CRASH blasts out loud, my ears pain from the tremendous detonation. I quickly try to cover them in vain, the damage already done. "Why am I feeling rain now?" I say to myself out loud. I look up and see my front bay window shattered, no not shatter, rather complete vanished! I look around to search for its remnants and find none, no glass on the floor, no glass outside in the grass, like some giant vacuum sucked it out from its place. I assume a small tornado must have ripped it out. But then I feel myself lifting off the ground. I scream as a reach for the couch, trying to hold myself in place. Then I notice I am the only object suspended in the wicked air. I can hear myself still screaming and I try to fight the grasp I am in but fail in my attempts, soon I am completely parallel to my hard wood floor. Entirely paralyzed I just submit to the unknown clutches that have their hold on me. "I must be dead," I think, probably killed from that tornado that ripped the window out and now I am just going through the steps to bring me to the after life. Shortly I would find out nothing was further from the truth! I feel myself floating now and everything appears so bright to me. It looks to be around ten in the morning as opposed to the 2:30am of the present time. All I see is in super slow motion; I swear I see the grass growing like you would when you watch a time elapse film, as I am floating out my missing bay window. After I get to the middle of my front yard I start to float upward. Toward a cloud so dark it could represent death itself, I soar. Soon I am swallowed in the blackness, lost in a void of nothingness, uncontrollable sleep grips me and I give myself to the darkness. My eyelids flutter like a moths wings as I awake from my slumber. I try to move my body but only my head can respond. Panic seizes me as I see that I am laid out on a chrome like table in the middle of a humungous pure white room, completely naked. I feel like a patient on an operating room table in the center of a white painted football stadium. I can feel the eyes on me. I know someone or something is observing me. Perhaps I am dead and God is just waiting to give his judgment, going over all my past sins. I shake my head, still groggy as if I am coming off a potent narcotic. To my right the whiteness suddenly opens up, I think here comes my verdict, and I really hope it is heaven. But instead of God in walks, if you could call it a walk more like hovering, three unknown creatures. The creatures have big dark eyes planted deep inside their big grey heads. There are four of them and they are all totally naked. There are two males, obvious from the grotesque looking penises that were dangling between their legs and two females; they sported vaginas and breasts not unlike any human female. They make their way close to me and when they get within an arms reach I hear the one closest to me speaking. I can here the being's voice but the lips are not moving. "Hello there, we mean you no harm. You have been chosen for one of our studies on human sexual response. There is no need to be frightened we will not harm you and when we are finished you will be placed safely in your home." The female alien said. I try to speak but no words come out, but the extraterrestrial reads my thoughts. "Yes, speak with your mind. We don't use verbal communication anymore, earlier generations found it to be too energy consuming. Some day you humans will develop our gift of mind reading. Just sit back and relax, we have a few things to do to you but once again I assure you they won't hurt, most likely you will find them enjoyable." It didn't take the female alien mere seconds after the speech before she was on top of my bed and grabbing for my penis. The other three soon followed suit and I closed my eyes from the horror. In closing my eyes I could really feel the hands on my body, it felt prodigious, like there were thousands of hands rubbing me all in the right spots. I opened my eyes back up to make sure there were only four of them. The strangest thing happened; the aliens were no longer there but were replaced by four smoking hot models that looked like they had just come from a Maxim magazine shoot. I heard her voice again, "That is right, let your mind go. We will be anything your mind wants us to be. You will hear whatever your mind wants to hear. So relax baby and let me taste that nice hard cock of yours!" With that this super model swallowed my shaft whole. The blow job I was receiving was by far the most amazing I'd ever experienced. I knew I was going to cum any second. "Yes baby cum down my throat! Let me taste all your hot sweet juice!" I gave into her wishes and shot my seed deep in her gullet. She doesn't stop her sucking and I continue to stay hard. I look down to watch and the four models have disappeared. Now they are replaced with my sexy Aunt Jolene, my sister Debbie, my older hot neighbor Mrs. Chamberlain and lastly my own mother! I don't understand why but I can't stop my thoughts. "We come from your deeps thoughts. We know you have always wanted us son!" I can't believe it's my mother's voice. As I lay there stunned my Aunt climbs aboard my hard shaft and starts sliding up and down. "Yes fuck your Auntie Jo," she screams. Then I feel my sister climb on top of my face and present her tight smooth pussy to my mouth. I stick out my tongue and start licking rapidly bringing her off in seconds. "Yes that is it big brother, lick your sister's cunt...Oh god I am cummmmmiiinnnggg!" She howls as I feel her juices splash on my face. My Aunt Jo is still riding my cock when I feel a tongue on my balls. It is my mother sucking my nutsack making me crazy. "Does my baby boy like his mommy sucking his balls while Auntie fucks his big hard cock?" She tells me. With that I cum deep inside my Aunts hot cunt. "Oh I think he does," My mother says. My mind is spinning in every direction. I feel as if I am about to fall of the edge of the world so I close my eyes to regain my equilibrium. When I open them again my relatives are gone! Now I have four nuns ravishing my body. I think if this is coming from my mind I must be one sick puppy! You hear me and answer, "This is nothing. You don't even want to know about some of the other humans we have done this experiment on! You are tame in comparison." One of the nuns takes my cock in her hand and lifts up her habit. She places the head of my cock right at her asshole. I feel her so tight around my cock I almost bust again. She slams herself down and I know I am going to shoot soon. "Yes...yes...YES...fuck my tight ass with your cock! Let me feel you cum in my tight ass! Fill me with your cum...I want it NOW! She screams. "OHHHHHH GGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD!" I yell as I shoot one last time. I squeeze my eyes together and see a million colors flashing all at once. I open them finally and see the four aliens. "You have been a great subject. Thank you for your time and cooperation." The lead alien says. She leans over and touches my right arm and I feel a sharp prick. As I watch them leave the pure white room I experience my head getting heavy and the darkness washes me away once more. BBBBBBRRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG! BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNGGGGGGGGGG! The alarm clock shakes me from my sleep. I get up and turn the noise maker off. I feel so refreshed like I have slept for a month. I jump out of bed and start heading down stairs as the memories of the previous night start to flood my mind. "What a great dream," I think to myself. As I get to the living room I see there is no window there. There is also no glass on the floor. I look outside and see no glass on the grass either. I raise my arms up in wonder and feel a slight pain on my upper right arm. I lift up my shirt to see where the pain is coming from. That is when I see it, a small hole in the middle of a deep red welt.... Could it be it was real after all? Taken? Taken? When he walked in the door he expected to see Katy in the kitchen and something started for supper, but the kitchen was deserted and looked the same as it had when he left in the morning. He called out, "Katy, I'm home," but there was no reply. Rob walked through to Katy's room and rapped on the door. "Come on, Sunshine. Wake up in there. If you're tired, you can go to bed early tonight." When he heard no answer he opened the door, and discovered that the room was empty. Katy's books were on her bed, along with the bag that she usually took with her. Rob picked up the bag and discovered that it was heavy. When he looked inside he discovered Katy's uneaten lunch. A puzzled look came over his face. Rob retraced his steps into the kitchen, and looked around for any sign that Katy had been in the room. There was nothing to show she had been there since the morning. It was at that point that he noticed that the light was flashing on their answering machine, indicating that a message had been left for them. Rob stepped over to the machine and pressed the play button. The message came over the speaker, "Hello, this is the East Division High School calling for Katy Walsh. Our records indicate you failed to attend an exam this morning. Please contact the office with an explanation as soon as possible." The puzzled look that had been on Rob's face turned to a look of serious concern. Katy would never have missed an exam unless she was sick, and she hadn't called him to let him know there was a problem. Thinking that perhaps she had called 911 for an ambulance, he called both hospitals but neither one had admitted anyone today that could be Katy. Rob began to look through the whole house for Katy, but didn't find her, and he was getting frantic now. He rushed through the rooms a second time looking for any sign of her, then went to her room and even checked the closet to see if she could possibly be there, but there was nothing. When Rob went to recheck his bedroom, and opened the storage closet, he immediately saw that the remaining suitcase that had been there was gone. He staggered back as though he'd been struck, sat on the edge of his bed and said, "Oh God, this can't be happening again. This has to be a mistake." He rushed back to her room and took another, closer look at her closet. There was a gap where several hangers were empty, but he wasn't knowledgeable enough about her clothing to be able to tell what might be missing. He pulled open the drawers of her dresser, and could see that it appeared her socks and underwear drawers were emptier than he expected. After looking around the room, and at the top of her small makeup table, Rob realized there were items missing that he would normally have expected to see there. He wasn't able to see her cell phone or wallet anywhere either. Rob ran to the phone in the kitchen and dialed 911. When he got through to them he was close to incoherent, but finally made the operator realize that his 14 year old daughter was missing from their home. The 911 operator told him that a patrol car would respond immediately. Once he was off the phone with the 911 operator Rob realized he hadn't tried to reach Katy on her cell phone, so he immediately called her number. After 2 rings he was told that the customer was 'either out of the service area or away from the phone'. He tried twice with the same result each time. Next Rob phoned two of Katy's best friends. Neither one had spoken to her since yesterday, nor knew of anything that could explain where she was now. He asked both of them to phone her other friends and ask them if they knew where Katy might be. He had just hung up from the second call when there was a loud knock at the front door. When he got to the door he discovered that it was officers Johnson and Aikman again, and said, "Thank God you're here. My daughter has gone missing and I can't find any sign of her." The two officers followed him to his daughter's room where he showed them the lunch bag and the partially empty drawers. He told them of the missing suitcase, and of the fact that she had missed her morning exam. By the time he had finished his explanation Officer Johnson was on his two-way radio asking that Detective Maki be sent to the Walsh home. While they waited for him, the two officers searched the garage and rechecked the house. Just before Detective Maki arrived both of the girls that Rob had called earlier made calls back to him to let him know that none of Katy's other friends knew where she might be. With that news Rob sat down at the kitchen table, his head between his hands. "My God, my God, what has happened to her," he said. When Detective Maki came into the house he strode over to Rob, and with his hands on his hips he said, "What in hell is going on in this house? You're reporting that your daughter has gone missing in the same way that your wife disappeared three months ago?" "That's exactly what has happened," Rob said. "I came home from work tonight and found out that Katy wasn't here, and not only that, she didn't go to school and write her exam as scheduled this morning. There is a suitcase missing, and I can see that it appears some of her clothing is also gone. Maybe I missed seeing them, but I didn't spot her cell phone or her wallet in the house either." When Detective Maki finished listening to Rob, he turned to the two officers standing in the doorway to the kitchen and said, "You've checked all over the home have you? Any sign of violence anywhere in any of the rooms?" Officer Johnson said, "There's no sign of the girl in the home. We haven't noticed any signs of a struggle or any indication that there was a violent encounter here." Maki turned back to Rob and said, "You're either the most unlucky husband and father in all of the state, or there's more to this than meets the eye. When was the last time you saw or spoke to your daughter, Mr. Walsh?" "I saw her at 7:30 this morning as I was leaving for work, and I phoned her on her cell phone at 8:30 to make sure she was ready for school. That's the last contact I had with her," said Rob. "What about last night Mr. Walsh, was there any problem around here between you and your daughter? Did the two of you have an argument or disagreement about something last night?" "Absolutely not," said Rob. "She was studying in her room for her math exam and somewhere around 11 o'clock last night she came out to say goodnight, and that was it for the evening." "Well, I find it very strange that you've had the same thing happen twice in three months. First you phone us and report that your wife has disappeared, but that she took a suitcase and some of her things with her. You claim that she didn't leave on her own, that someone took her. Now you're claiming that the very same thing has happened to your daughter." "That's exactly what I'm saying," said Rob. "Everything has happened exactly as I told you it did." Detective Maki walked over to where the two uniformed officers were standing, and had a quiet conversation with them. Rob wasn't able to hear what was said but it appeared the three of them were in agreement about something because he saw all three of them nodding their heads at one point or another during the conversation. Detective Maki turned back to Rob, and said, "Just wait there for me. I'm going to have the officers show me around the house." The three of them disappeared down the hallway, and Rob sat dutifully at the kitchen table. He was now holding his head with one hand on his forehead, struggling to keep himself under control, as he was worried sick about Katy. She was only 14 he kept saying to himself, and he wondered if she would be able to take care of herself if she had been abducted. He went over everything in his mind, trying now to make sense of Katy's disappearance. He was having no more luck than when he tried to figure out what had happened to his wife. Almost five minutes had elapsed before Maki and the two patrol officers returned to the kitchen. Detective Maki said to Rob, "I'm getting the forensics people down here. I want them to check over the house and see if they can find anything to show evidence of a crime. While they're checking the house I want you to come back to the station with me. I'm sure we're going to have a lot more questions for you." "Thank God you're taking this seriously this time. I told you when my wife disappeared that I wasn't crazy. I told you something happened to her and now it seems the same thing has happened to my daughter. I'll do whatever you want so long as it's going to help you find the two of them," said Rob. "Grab your coat and come along with me now. These two officers are going to wait here for the forensics team to arrive. I'm going to need your car keys too, because I want them to check over the two vehicles as well as the house. If there is anything here, they will find it. Are you sure there's nothing else that you can think of, anything else you should tell me? Do you have any statement that you'd like to make," said Detective Maki. "There's nothing I can think of at the moment," said Rob. Rob went to the hall closet and grabbed his coat from the hanger. He was putting it on as he went out the door, following Detective Maki to his car. The two of them got in, Rob in the passenger seat, and then drove away. Officers Johnson and Aikman waited until the car was out of sight before they both sat down in the kitchen. Their caps were taken off in seconds, and both of them assumed a relaxed position while they waited for the forensics unit to arrive. They knew it would take at least a half an hour, so this break was welcome. On the drive from his home to the Duluth police station Rob and Detective Maki exchanged very little in the way of conversation. Detective Maki was deep in thought about how he was going to approach the upcoming interrogation of Rob Walsh. Rob was lost in his own thoughts, unable to come up with anything that made any sense to explain what could have happened to his daughter Katy. Not only did nothing make sense, everything he thought of made him deeply concerned for Katy's safety. The drive to the station only took about 10 minutes, and after they had taken the elevator up to the third floor, Detective Maki led Rob to a small room marked Interrogation Room Six. Rob assumed that the reason this room had been chosen was to give the two of them a quiet venue in which to discuss what could have happened at the Walsh home. He sat down and got comfortable while Detective Maki went out to get his file from Erin's disappearance. The Detective was gone for about five minutes and during that time Rob leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and tried once again to make sense of what was happening. It was an impossible task for him. When Detective Maki returned, his jacket was gone and his sleeves had been rolled up. Normally his demeanor displayed a calm and reflective state of mind. Rob didn't notice it at the moment that the Detective sat down, but he soon realized the Detective's attitude had changed to one of gruff determination. Rob also soon realized that he no longer enjoyed the status of victim with the Detective. That change came with the Detective's first question, as he said, "So, what's been going on at your home? A family fight got out of hand?" "What do you mean a family fight? There has been no family fight in our home at all. We get along great. What are you trying to get at," said Rob. "Well, it looks pretty much like something went on in your home. Did you and your wife have an argument three months ago? Did you do something to your wife? Did your daughter witness it and now she's decided to tell someone about it? You realize that the forensics team will find the smallest trace of blood or tissue, no matter how well you cleaned up the place," said Maki. "Are you out of your mind? How can you even ask me a question like that? There is no blood or tissue or anything else like that in our home. I didn't do a thing to my wife or daughter. What happened is exactly what I told you. When my wife disappeared you didn't want to do anything about it, and now that my daughter has disappeared you want to try and blame me?" Rob slammed his hands down on the table in exasperation. Maki looked up at Rob with an impassive face after Rob's frustrated reaction. For several moments he didn't say anything, but finally said softly, "You seem to get violent very easily. Do you have a short fuse? Is that what happened? Your wife burned your supper and you lost it?" Rob forced himself to calm down. It was obvious that if he showed Maki how upset he was with the suggestions the Detective had been making that Maki would hold it against him. Rob said calmly, "I have done absolutely nothing to contribute to the disappearance of my wife or my daughter. Absolutely everything that I told you is true. All I want to do is to find them, so please ask me any questions that it will take to get you to believe me. I don't want any more time wasted from searching for them." "Let me just run this by you, to see if I've got it straight. Three months ago you came home and your wife was gone. She never left for work, but instead packed a bag and disappeared. Not a word from her in three months. Now tonight you come home and your daughter is gone. She packed a bag and disappeared just like her mother. Both of them took a couple of changes of clothes, a few cosmetics and their purse or wallet. Nobody has seen anything. They are just gone, and you believe that I should just accept your word on how it all went down," Detective Maki said. "That's exactly what happened. You've got the circumstances exactly right," Rob replied. "Now we have to decide what you're going to do to help find them." Rob looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was only 6:30. All of this had only taken an hour and a half since he had arrived home from work. An hour and a half ago, as he walked up the sidewalk to his home, his life had been as normal as it could get, for someone with a missing wife. Now he was sitting in an interrogation room, with a Detective asking him what he had done to his wife and daughter. It hardly seemed possible for things to go that wrong that quickly. Detective Maki was writing notes in his pocket notepad and in the file on Erin's disappearance. He spent almost 10 minutes doing this, and Rob was beginning to get impatient. The longer the time spent here, the longer it would take to get started on the search for Katy. Rob knew that the forensics team wasn't going to find anything like the incriminating gore that Detective Maki seemed to expect. He hoped that they might find something that would explain Katy's disappearance. Maybe some fingerprints or a scrap of evidence that he hadn't recognized when he checked around the house. Rob pulled out his cell phone and dialed Katy's cell again. Detective Maki looked up at him as he did this, but remained silent. When Rob got the same discouraging message from the cell phone as he had received when he tried to reach her from home, he hung up the phone and stuck it back in his shirt pocket. Maki waited until the phone was put away to ask Rob, "Who is that you're trying to call, your legal counsel?" "No," said Rob, "I was trying to reach Katy on her cell phone. It's turned off or else it is out of range." Detective Maki looked at Rob with curiosity. He pursed as lips, and then said, "Give me that number and I can arrange to have it monitored. If the phone gets turned on we may be able to figure out where she is." Rob gave him the number and he wrote it into his notepad. He looked through some of the papers in his file and then gathered everything up and left the room without comment. Rob looked at the door through which he had exited, and clenched his fists in frustration. It seemed that it was going to take forever to get something started in the search for Katy. Rob was left alone in the interrogation room for almost half an hour this time, time that he spent going over the circumstances of Katy's disappearance. He was really beginning to feel that the police weren't going to do very much to find her, and got up and paced the room while he waited. Finally Detective Maki came back, this time with another man whom he introduced as Detective Black. "Well, have you decided what to do to find Katy? I really think we need to be doing more than just talking about her. Shouldn't there be announcements on TV reporting her as missing? What about an Amber Alert? Can she be put on that at her age? I really think we need to do something like that," said Rob. The two Detectives conferred with each other quietly, and Rob wasn't able to hear what they were saying. Finally Detective Maki asked Rob for Katy's date of birth, height, weight and if there were any identifying marks on her. Rob realized that he hadn't yet given the Detective the photographs of Katy, so he pulled them out of the envelope he had brought with him. One was her school picture from the previous fall and was a good likeness except it lacked the blond streak on the left side of her head. The second was one of her photos from Christmas. He gave them the vital statistics they needed along with the pictures. Detective Maki gave the information to Detective Black and he left the room. When he was gone Detective Maki once again began to question Rob about any violent confrontations there had been in their home. Once again Rob insisted that nothing of that sort had ever occurred. "You do realize of course, Mr. Walsh, that when we find evidence of an altercation in your home, all of this insistence of yours that nothing has ever happened like that is going to be out the window. It would go an awful lot easier for you if you just tell us what really happened. You may have convinced yourself that we're never going to figure out the real story, but let me assure you, we will," said Maki, in a voice low enough that Rob had to strain to hear him. Rob got up and paced the floor again. When he had made two circuits from one side of the small room to the other, he sat down across from the Detective and said, "I am willing to answer any question you have, or do anything you want me to do, to get you to believe me when I say that what happened was exactly what I have described to you. Just tell me what I can do to make you believe me. If you use lie detectors or hypnosis, bring them on." "Surely you realize why I find it difficult to believe you. Your story is very bizarre, but I do have to say that so far we have found nothing to contradict your version. I'm going to go out and get in touch with the forensics team to see how they're making out. I'll be back in a few minutes, and depending on what they have found we'll have another conversation," Detective Maki said, as he stood up and left the room again. This time Rob pounded the table with his fists in a futile expression of his growing frustration. Rob was left alone for another 15 minutes. This time he simply leaned back and relaxed, knowing that he couldn't really accomplish anything by just thinking about what had happened. He had become so tense that the 15 minutes helped a lot in getting him calmed down. He felt a lot better when Detective Maki finally reentered the room. "Well, the preliminary report from the forensics team is that there is no sign of any cleanup or any biological evidence. It could be that it has been cleaned up extremely well, but their detailed report and the analysis of the samples that were taken will probably clear that up. Since we can't at this time disprove any element of your story, you can leave for now. I'm going to be back in touch with you tomorrow, once that final report comes back in." "So, this means that you now accept what I have told you? You're going to be getting Katy's face on TV and in the newspapers, and put out an Amber Alert for her? Thank God for that," Rob said. Taken? "We'll be notifying all of the newspapers, TV stations and radio stations about her disappearance. The Amber Alert has already been put out, and we've put a watch on her cell phone. We've brought both of your vehicles back for forensics analysis, and they should be done with them tomorrow. As I said, you can leave but you can expect that you will be back for a few more discussions over the next couple of days." Detective Maki opened the door and stood back to allow Rob to leave. Rob started through the door, and then stopped to turn and ask, "How will I get back to my home? Will someone drive me back so that I can start phoning the family to let them know what's happened?" Detective Maki replied, "Officer Aikman is here, and she will take you back to your house. The forensics team locked it when they left and here are your keys. We've kept the keys for both vehicles and will return them with the cars if it turns out they are of no further interest to the forensics unit." Officer Aikman, a tall woman with black hair, came over to Rob's side and said, "Just follow me. We will take the stairs as it is quicker. My car is parked out front." Rob followed the Officer down the stairwell. He had to walk quickly as she was hurrying down the stairs at a quick pace, and even so she beat him to the ground floor by quite a margin. He caught up to her at the car, and let himself into the passenger's door. He had just gotten his seatbelt on when she pulled away from the curb. "Do you think they're going to have any luck finding her, my daughter I mean? I'm so worried about her. She's 14 and I keep thinking that it is some pervert that has picked her out and taken her away." When he finished speaking Rob looked at Officer Aikman hopefully. She looked at him for a few seconds before turning to bring her eyes back to the road. A moment later she said, "I don't really know what to tell you. Missing person's situations can have so many different outcomes. Sometimes they turn out to be just a misunderstanding that is cleared up quickly, other times there is never a resolution. Pedophiles or perverts are always a concern, and that's something that we will be giving a lot of attention to. I have to admit that her age makes them a distinct possibility, but it's not by any means certain that you need to worry about that situation." "I'm sure Detective Maki believes that I had something to do with the disappearance of my wife and daughter," said Rob. "I don't know what you think of it, but I want to assure you that I had absolutely nothing to do with their disappearance. I'm just afraid that because he believes that, he won't pull out all the stops to find either one of them." Officer Aikman drove for another two blocks before she answered. "Well, I certainly don't want you quoting me on this, as I will probably deny having ever said it. My gut feeling is that you are telling the truth. I'm not considered experienced enough to be able to go to Detective Maki and tell him how to do his job, but I will make some suggestions to you. First, be sure to tell him everything that you can think of. Second, don't lie about anything, because he will be sure to find out about it and once that happens it is unlikely that he will consider anything you've told him to be the truth." "I have told him everything I can think of, and have not told him anything that isn't true. I think when he found out that the forensics team didn't find any evidence of blood, or anything else violent, that he may be coming closer to believing me. At this point though, I'm getting desperate for some answers. My whole family has been taken from me now. I'm going home to an empty house and I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle that," Rob said. Officer Aikman took one of her cards from her shirt pocket and handed it to Rob. "You can call me at this number if you'd like. I check it from time to time during the day for messages. I may be able to tell you how things are going with this case because they'll be keeping the patrol officers well informed. Also, my sister is a psychologist. A fairly good one I think." Officer Aikman handed Rob a pen and gave him the number. "You can write on the back of that card and give her a call if the situation gets to you too much. She's really good at helping people over what may seem like insurmountable problems." Rob wrote down the number, and thanked her for giving it to him. He had a feeling he might need it, the way he felt at the moment. Dealing with the loss of Erin and Katy didn't even seem possible to him right then. The whole thing was like a bad dream, and Rob was beginning to wonder if he would ever wake up from it. A minute later they pulled up in front of Rob's home, and as he got out of the patrol car Officer Aikman said to him, "Be sure to call my sister or myself before you do anything on your own. You're not likely to be thinking as clearly as you should be under the circumstances." Rob thanked the Officer and closed the car door. As he walked up the sidewalk he stopped to turn and watch the patrol car drive away. As he did that he noticed that two of the neighbors who lived across the street were standing in their front windows watching him. He supposed that all the neighbors must certainly be wondering what was going on around his home. He turned back and walked up the steps to his front door, unlocked it and walked into his house. He went into the kitchen and noticed that the light on his answering machine was flashing multiple times. He figured he may as well take care of these messages before he did anything else. Hopefully one of them would be from Katy explaining where she was, but he knew that that was likely too much to hope for. With a sigh he punched the play button. The first two messages were from friends of Katy, telling him that they had called everyone in their circle of friends, and none had any information on Katy's whereabouts. He wrote down their numbers so that he could return their calls and thank them for their help. The third call was an apparent wrong number, as all he heard was, "Da... Hey!" And the phone was hung up. The next call was from his brother, asking him if he had heard anything yet about Katy. The last two calls were from neighbors, asking if they could be of help. He added the last three callers to his list of numbers he intended to make return calls to. After he erased the calls from the machine he took a look in the fridge for something quick to eat as he realized he hadn't had supper. He settled on a cold pork chop and an apple, which he devoured quickly. When he finished he rinsed his fingers off under the kitchen tap and dried them on some paper towel. This was no time for formalities and he selected none. He walked through his home to see what signs there were of the investigative team having checked out the house. He saw very little beyond what he guessed to be fingerprint powder on the bathroom taps. Both the sink and the tub appeared to have been checked that way. It was also apparent that someone had checked the drawers in both his bedroom and Katy's. He didn't notice anything that was missing. When he had finished checking out the rest of the house he returned to the kitchen. The cupboard above the fridge contained a small selection of partially filled bottles of liquor. He chose his favorite, a bottle of Scotch. He sat at the kitchen table and poured himself about an ounce of the liquid. After he took a sip of it he picked up his cell phone and began to make the calls he had listed from the answering machine. When he had reached and thanked each of the callers, he leaned back in his chair and had another sip of the Scotch. He sat and reflected on the events of the day, and grew more depressed about the likelihood that the situation would be resolved anytime soon. He turned on the radio to one of the more popular local stations, to listen for any mention of Katy's disappearance. He only had to listen about five minutes before he heard the Amber Alert message he had hoped the police would have arranged to have made. At least Detective Maki had kept that promise. He got up and walked into the living room so that he could see if similar messages were broadcast regularly on the local TV stations. As he clicked his way across the local TV channels he saw that two of them had information about the Amber Alert crawling across the bottom of the screen. Again he was very pleased to see that the commitment had been fulfilled. He sat in his favorite chair and picked up the photograph on the table beside it. As he looked at the photo of himself, Erin and Katy, he felt his eyes once again begin to fill with tears. Before he set the photo back on the table beside him he made a pledge to himself that he wasn't going to just sit back and allow the police to handle everything the way he had when Erin disappeared. This time he was going to do everything he could to try and push this investigation, so that Katy's disappearance would not fall by the wayside in the manner that Erin's had. He decided to become very much more proactive. He went back to the kitchen and poured himself another ounce of Scotch, then pulled out a notepad from a kitchen drawer and began to make a list. The first thing he wrote down was that he should try to track down Katy's cell phone. Having said that to himself, he immediately took out his own cell phone and tried her number again. He got the same result as he had on the previous tries. He vowed to continue trying her number regularly. The second item on his list was that he would attempt to contact all of the surrounding neighbors on his block to see what they might have heard or seen when Katy disappeared. After having written that down he realized he should also ask them if they could remember seeing anything strange around the time that Erin had disappeared. Before long his list had grown to include five items that he would start taking care of immediately and continue with in the morning. He sat there mulling over his list and taking small sips from his glass of Scotch until he realized something he had already done may have been a big mistake. He was thinking about his decision to call Katy's phone regularly, when he remembered the strange message that had been left on his machine. It occurred to him that the first voice, the one saying "Da...," had sounded familiar to him and he began to wonder if it could possibly have been Katy on the phone. He went to the answering machine and pressed play, but nothing happened. That was when he remembered he had already pressed the erase button! Panic began to set in as he came to terms with the fact that he may have destroyed a clue to Katy's disappearance. He popped the cassette tape out of the answering machine, and rushed into the living room where they had a cassette player as part of their stereo system. He put the tape into the tape player, and crossed his fingers as he pressed play. He breathed a big sigh of relief when he heard the first of the messages coming from his stereo speakers. He seemed to remember that when he read the instructions for his answering machine it had said that the messages were not actually erased, but rather that the tape was rewound and the play button reset. When the tape arrived at the third message, the one that he hoped had come from Katy; he listened carefully and was now virtually certain that it was her voice. The second portion of the message, the word "Hey!" was a male voice that he didn't recognize. Once that third message had finished playing Rob stopped the tape and rewound it. He headed back to the kitchen with the tape in his hand and a bit of hope in his heart. With the tape on the table in front of him, Rob quickly dialed the Police Department number from Constable Aikman's card, but asked to speak with Detective Maki. When he reached the Detective he hurriedly explained to him about the message on the tape. The Detective didn't seem to be quite as enthused as Rob, but agreed to drop by and pick up the tape shortly. Rob felt a new flush of optimism surge through his body. Maybe things wouldn't be quite as hopeless as they had felt. While he waited for Detective Maki to arrive, Rob searched for and finally found a spare tape to place in the answering machine. He did not want to run the risk of missing any messages that might come his way, especially if there could be another one from Katy. He used his cell phone to verify that the recorder did indeed work with the new tape. Rob was quite content with his efforts as he sat waiting for the Detective. His wait wasn't very long as he soon heard a knock at the door. Rob strode quickly to the door and opened it for Detective Maki. The Detective walked right in and then said, "So, you think you have something on the tape for me to hear?" "Yes, I'm sure it's Katy's voice. There is a man's voice on it as well. Let's go into the living room and I'll play it for you on our stereo," Rob answered. He picked up the tape from the kitchen table and took it with him as the two man walked into the living room. After putting the tape into his stereo player, Rob fast forwarded past the first two messages, then stopped the tape and told Detective Maki that the first partial word was Katy's voice but that he didn't know who the second word was spoken by. Rob pressed play and then stood silently as the brief message played. When it ended Rob stopped the tape again. "See, I told you she called. She must be with that man who broke into the message. Is there any way we can find out where that call came from?" Rob was visibly excited as he spoke to the Detective. "Well, I can't really tell anything from that. What I'll do is I will let our technical people look at it and see if they can even determine if the first word is spoken by a different person than the second. As for tracking down the number that did the calling, I suppose we can see what's possible on that. Don't expect a lot though," said Detective Maki. Rob was visibly deflated by the less than supportive words from the Detective. "Oh," he said, "I would have thought you could tell it was a girl's voice. I just know it's Katy on the phone. Can you check and find out if it's her cell phone that the call was made from? I still haven't seen her phone here anywhere, so I'm sure she has it with her." Rob played the tape a second time, but Detective Maki was no more enthusiastic after hearing it twice that he was after the first time. Rob removed the tape and gave it to the Detective. Together the two of them walked out to the door. When they got there Rob said, "Be sure to check on the phone call, to find out if it was her cell phone that made the call." Detective Maki assured Rob he would check into it thoroughly, and left. Rob walked slowly back to the kitchen and sat down at the table. He made note of the time that he had given the tape to Detective Maki. From now on he was going to keep good notes of everything that happened with regard to Katy's disappearance. He took a look at his watch and saw that it was only quarter to nine. Perhaps he could still talk to one or two of his neighbors. He knew both couples that lived in the homes adjacent to his. He didn't think that either couple would retire for the night this early, so felt safe in going to their doors. He went first to the neighbors on his east side, and knocked at their door. His conversation with them was brief, as neither one had seen nor heard anything at all unusual that morning, nor indeed at any time during the day. Rob had only given them the basics of the situation, and asked them to please call him if they thought of anything else. He went next to the neighbors on his west side, who also didn't recall seeing anything unusual during the day. While they wanted to be helpful there wasn't really anything they could tell him. Again Rob asked his neighbors to call if they thought of anything else they could add. Rob walked home feeling rather useless, as his attempts to find some new information were not yet producing any results in all. When he got back into his home Rob took his notepad of things to do and a fresh scotch into the living room and got comfortable in his recliner chair. Now that he had decided to do whatever he could to help find Katy and Erin he knew he would have to make up a good game plan. He started by first recalling everything that had gone on while he was at the central police station. He jotted down notes to himself about all of the types of questions that Detective Maki had asked, and what had been agreed upon between him and the detective. He knew he was going to have to keep in touch with everyone that he could, and as easily as he could, so he spent a while programming telephone numbers into his cell phone so that he would have them at his fingertips. He made himself a note to purchase a spare battery for his cell phone so that he wouldn't have to worry about having a usable phone. He also began sketching out the design for a new missing person's poster, a poster that would include both Erin and Katy. He was writing furiously into his notes, stopping to rest and think whenever his hand caught up with his ideas. During these breaks he would have a sip of Scotch and then sit back to try and formulate further plans. Rob continued with this process until 2 a.m., when he finally decided he would have to sleep. During his hours of thought and planning he had made a number of decisions that would influence the course his life would be taking for the foreseeable future. He placed his notes on the end table and headed to the bathroom to have a shower. Once he had refreshed himself he headed for bed feeling renewed and hopeful for the first time since he found out Katy had disappeared. He got between the sheets and was asleep quite quickly. It was a much more restful sleep than he expected he would get that night.   Taken? His next stop was at the Duluth Police Station. He intended to see Detective Maki, and he felt the best way to do that was to catch him early. As he walked into the main office on the third floor he could see that Detective Maki was seated at his desk, so he walked straight over to him and said, "Detective Maki, I need to speak with you." Detective Maki looked up in surprise. "Mr. Walsh, I'm surprised to see you here so early. What can I do for you?" Rob sat in the empty chair beside Detective Maki's desk. "I wanted to find out first hand what you found out about that phone call on my answering machine. They probably haven't had time to look at it yet, but have you had any report on the usage of my daughter's cell phone? I imagine you just need to get that from the phone company." "Well, we don't have a report from the phone company yet. It's been requested and they're going to fax it over as soon as they can generate the report of your daughter's cell phone usage. The tape went over to the technicians this morning. They probably won't be done with it before noon." "What about my car, and when can I get it back?" Rob was anxious to get on with the tasks he had set up for himself as quickly as possible. He would need a car today, and if his wasn't going to be available he would have to go and rent one. Detective Maki picked up his phone and made a call. When it was answered he asked, "How are you making out on the Walsh automobiles?" He waited a few moments and said, "When would he be able to take one of them? After another minute Detective Maki said, "Okay then, I'll send him down in half an hour to pick up the one you're finished with." The Detective turned to Rob and said, "I guess you heard that. One of the vehicles will be yours in about a half an hour. The other one should be done around noon." "I'm sure they haven't found anything in their inspection of the vehicles, so if there is anything that is requiring an explanation, please let me know. I don't want to be taking any time away from your search for my wife and daughter. I'm going to be traveling all around the area putting up posters with their pictures and information, so I'm going to give you my cell phone number in case you need to get hold of me," Rob explained. "One thing I'd like you to do before you leave, Mr. Walsh, is supply our lab with your DNA, and I'd like to get your fingerprints for comparison purposes. The technicians lifted some fingerprints from your home and they would like to eliminate yours from the ones that they found. Also, we would like you to bring in something that would have your wife's and your daughter's DNA on them. Something like a toothbrush or hairbrush would be excellent." "Neither of them took their toothbrushes with them when they were taken away from our house, so I will bring you the two of them this afternoon. Just tell me where I should go to give you my fingerprints and DNA." Rob stood and was directed to go down to the first floor and look for the door marked Laboratory. Maki accompanied Rob down to the lab for his DNA sample and then took him to another office where he was fingerprinted. When both of these requests had been filled Rob was directed to the main floor where he was able to get his car. He was told they would bring Erin's car back to his home sometime after lunch. As he drove away Rob noticed that Maki was standing by the building, apparently deep in thought. From the police station Rob headed home. He had a few tasks to take care of there, and he was anxious to get at them. Once he was inside his house he immediately headed to his computer to complete the design of the posters he intended to put up all around the area. It took him about an hour to scan in the photos and create the descriptive text for the posters. Besides physical descriptions he included contact information for the Duluth Police, the Minnesota State Police and his own phone numbers. When he was finished the design he printed out a couple of copies to take to the printing shop. After Rob completed the poster work he took out Officer Aikman's card and called the number he had written on the back. He intended to speak to Aikman's sister, Dr. Gloria Baker, at the earliest possible time. When he got through to her he discovered that the psychologist worked from her home, where she had her office. He was able to make an appointment to see her first thing in the morning. When he completed that call he called Aikman's own personal number from her card, and left her a message to give him a call on his cell phone. He was going to find out if her offer of assistance was genuine or not. Once he had these calls completed he realized he still had time to take the poster to the printers, so he left for the print shop. His order for a thousand copies would be ready the next day since he agreed to pay extra for rush service. It was noon by the time he was able to head back to his house so he picked up a burger and fries from the takeout window at the neighborhood Burger King restaurant. He had just finished his lunch when Officer Aikman returned his call. Once she had identified herself he said, "Hello Officer Aikman. I wanted to ask what you have heard about the case of my missing daughter. I'm wondering what is happening with it, as according to Detective Maki this morning nothing had been discovered yet." Officer Aikman replied, "Well, at this morning's meeting for the day shift, he gave everyone the details of your daughter's disappearance, as well as the information on your wife's case as well. He told everyone that while there is no evidence in the case at this point, he considered that you, as the husband and father, had to be considered a prime suspect in the disappearance. I'm sure you realize that's the case anyway, so I'm not really giving anything away by telling you that." "No, I sort of had that much figured out on my own. I was in to speak to him this morning, and while he didn't come right out and say that he still suspected me, he did insist on getting my fingerprints and DNA. I'll be taking in my wife's and daughter's DNA samples this afternoon, at his request, as well." "Also, I have to tell you that I made an appointment with your sister for tomorrow morning. I'm hoping that she can not only help me through this, but give me some insight into the mind of whoever it was that took my family away from me," said Rob. "I'm sure she'll be able to help you. I know a few people who have seen her and they've all said that she had done them some good," Officer Aikman replied. After Rob and the Officer said goodbye to each other, he picked up a couple of new plastic sandwich bags and went to the bathroom vanity. He placed Erin's and Katy's toothbrushes into separate bags, and then labeled the bags accordingly. Before he left to take them to the police station he phoned Henry Brown to see if a decision on his employment had been made. He was happy to find out that they would give him the leave of absence he wanted, but he would have to come in to sign the paperwork. Rob made arrangements to do that later in the afternoon. As he drove back to the police station with the toothbrushes Rob was fairly happy with the way things had been going so far. The items on his list were being taken care of one by one, and so far nothing had created any problems for him. He hoped that everything would go this smoothly. After he dropped the toothbrushes off at the police laboratory Rob went upstairs to see Detective Maki again. He wasn't sure that the man would be in, but as he entered the office he could see him on the phone at his desk. He noticed Rob walk in and waved him over to his desk. When he got off the phone he said, "We got the report from your cell phone provider. It was your daughter's phone that made that brief call to your number last night. According to their records someone made the call from Grand Marais. Do you or your family know anybody that lives up there?" "There is nobody that we know in Grand Marais that I can think of," said Rob. "Whoever took Katy must've taken her to Grand Marais. Have you called the police up there? Are they looking for her?" Rob was excited with the news that the detective had given him. This was the closest to finding her that they had come since she disappeared. "We have notified the police up in that end of the state, and they will be keeping an eye out for her. We have very little to give them, other than her physical description. Are you certain that no one you know could've taken her phone up there and made that call? It wasn't some friend of yours doing you a favor, was it?" Detective Maki was staring directly at Rob, as though he were daring him to deny the implicit accusation. Rob jumped to his feet with a look of extreme anger on his face. "How dare you keep suggesting that I had something to do with my daughter's disappearance? You have absolutely no reason to keep saying that sort of thing to me. If you had any evidence to support that kind of accusation you would have said so. I gave her phone to no one. I have not asked anyone to go to Grand Marais for me. It's time for you to believe me, to realize that I had nothing to do with my daughter's or my wife's disappearance!" "Well, Mr. Walsh, it seems pretty convenient that you got a mystery phone call, one that really makes very little sense, and it turns out that it was her phone that made the call. My technicians tell me it's really impossible to tell if the call had two people involved or only one. There isn't enough of a sound wave for them to work with. They tell me the first word seems to be from a different person than the second word, but it could simply be one person disguising their voice a little bit." "It seems obvious to me that you aren't giving this abduction any serious consideration at all. I think you just want to make things go away by pointing the finger at me. It would make your job a lot easier if you could convince everyone that I was the one who is guilty." Rob sat back down, but continued to glare at Detective Maki. "You should try looking at it from my point of view Mr. Walsh. Your whole story makes very little sense, no matter what you think of it. I've consulted with the state police crime lab, and they are of the same mind as I am. Your story about your wife, and then your daughter, both disappearing from your house with packed bags, doesn't fit the scenario of a stranger abduction. They agree with me that you are the most likely cause of the disappearances. You may not like that, but those are the facts as they are." Rob thought about what Detective Maki had just said, and calmed down a bit. "I won't disagree that you could look at it the way you have described, but I did not have anything to do with it. Could you arrange for a test with an expert on a lie detector? I'm willing to do anything to get you to realize you're on the wrong track." "We're not big on using lie detectors around here. We've heard enough stories about people who have been able to beat them, or that they come up with results that can't be looked at as definitive. We'll discuss whether something like that will be appropriate to have done at a later stage of the investigation. For now you can leave as we're still checking on details of your story, but don't be surprised if we want to talk to you again." With that, Detective Maki turned away from Rob and went back to the papers on his desk, effectively dismissing Rob from his presence. Rob got up from his seat and left the police station. The information that Katy's phone had been used in Grand Marais had to be important, and Rob was determined to follow up on it even if the police were not treating it completely seriously. He would have to go to Grand Marais himself to see if he could find her there. He drove straight home to pack an overnight bag with what he would need for the trip. During the drive he thought about what he would have to do before he left, so by the time he arrived at his home he had a mental list of tasks to perform. As he walked up the sidewalk to his front door he was dialing Henry Brown, and when he reached him he said, "Hello Henry, this is Rob. I'm going to have to go out of town for a few days so can we postpone our meeting to the first of next week, say Monday afternoon?" Having received an affirmative answer, Rob continued, "Thanks Henry. They have a report that Katy could be in Grand Marais, so I'm going to go there to look around for her, myself. Bye for now." As he was gathering together a few clothes to take with him, he dialed Doctor Baker's number, as he knew he would have to cancel his appointment with the psychologist, whom he had agreed to meet the next morning. Once that appointment had been canceled he called the printer's office to make arrangements with them to have some of the printed posters sent to him in Grand Marais. His last call was to his next door neighbor, Herman McLean, with a request that he keep an eye on Rob's home for the next few days and that he pick up his mail and newspapers. In less than 20 minutes Rob had packed his toilet articles and clothing into a gym bag and was on the front step, locking his door. In another minute he was pulling away from the curb, already thinking about what he would do when he got to Grand Marais later in the afternoon. The drive from Duluth to Grand Marais took Rob just over two hours. The whole way there he was constantly checking the cars that passed him, looking for anyone that resembled Katy. Once, as he drove through Two Harbors, his heart raced for a moment when he thought he saw her walking along the sidewalk. As he got closer he realized that the person he saw was much older, and didn't have a streak in her hair. He was greatly disappointed. When he arrived in Grand Marais he found himself a room in a motel conveniently located in about the center of the town. After he checked in he decided to drive around the surrounding streets to see if he could catch sight of Katy anywhere. He spent about an hour in a futile attempt to spot her that he soon realized would require an enormous amount of luck on his part. Once he had come to that realization he headed back to the motel to get a map of the area and plan his next move. He could already see that his emotions were overruling his common sense, and knew that he was never going to accomplish anything this way. He inquired at the motel office for information on what maps were available for the area and discovered that the Department of Natural Resources had the best maps but that they were already closed for the day. They made it onto his list of things to do first thing in the morning. There was a small tourist map of Grand Marais available so for the time being he satisfied himself with that. He had brought one of the sample posters that he had printed at home along with him on this trip, so he decided to take it around town to a few of the businesses that were still open. He needed to get himself some supper anyway, so a walk around the downtown area would allow him to look for her, show her picture around, and also allow him to find a restaurant. He spent the next hour approaching the few pedestrians he encountered as well as any employees in the businesses that were still open for the day. No one recognized Katy or Erin. By 7:30 he was getting hungry so he decided to try Sven and Ole's Pizzeria. His first stop was at the cashier, where he asked the teenaged girl at the cash register if she had noticed Katy or Erin. Once again his question was met with a shake of the head so he proceeded to take a seat at a window table. He placed an order for two slices of pizza and a draft beer, and spent the time waiting for it to be brought to his table updating his notes for the next day's tasks. He had left his copy of the missing person's poster on the table in front of him, and when his waitress arrived with his order he picked it up so that she could place his plate in front of him. The waitress started to turn away from him, but then turned back and took a close look at the poster that he held in his hand. She said, "I think I saw that girl somewhere, just lately too. Can I take a closer look at this picture?" Rob's heart quickened at this statement that the waitress had volunteered, and he quickly handed her the poster as he said, "Take a good look. She's been missing from Duluth since yesterday. She's my daughter." The waitress studied the picture for a minute before she looked up at Rob. She spoke tentatively as she said, "I can't be really sure, but I think she was in a car that passed me as I was walking to work yesterday afternoon. It was right here in front of the restaurant. I'm story I can't be certain." Rob was ecstatic, and quickly blurted out, "Did she looked like she was OK? Did you see who had her? What kind of car was she in?" "She looked fine to me, if it was her. I don't have any idea who she was with or what kind of car it was. It might have been brown and it wasn't too big. You know, maybe about the size of a Honda Civic. I don't know cars though, so I can't really tell you anything beyond that." "Do you know which direction they were going? What time was that do you think?" Rob was busy making notes of what she was telling him and when he was finished them had looked up at her expectantly. "The car was going west on the street just outside the restaurant. I was just on my way to work so it was just before four o'clock in the afternoon." The waitress handed him back the poster and waited to see if he had any further questions for her. Rob had jotted down her latest information, and then took a page from the note pad and wrote his cell phone number and name on it. He asked her, "If you think of anything at all, or if you should see her again, could you please call me and leave a message if I don't answer?" The waitress assured him that she would let him know if she thought of anything else, and would call him right away if she should happen to see Katy again. Rob thanked her profusely for her information and when she left he tackled his supper with renewed hope in his heart. He just knew he was going to find Katy. After he had eaten he resumed his walk through the downtown area of Grand Marais, showing his poster to anyone he met. He didn't find anyone else who thought they might have seen Katy. By the time he got back to the motel he was exhausted, worn out from walking, and a little less enthused by the waitress's tentative sighting from the afternoon before. He was beginning to realize that she may have simply seen someone who only reminded her of Katy. She definitely hadn't been certain of her identification. Rob knew that he would want to get an early start in the morning, so he decided that he would have a shower and get to bed early. He wasn't able to get to sleep right away, as thoughts of Katy and Erin were foremost in his mind. Twice before he fell asleep he sat up, turned on the light and wrote notes to himself, notes to remind him of things he had to do the next day. He finally fell into a troubled sleep, and awoke at his usual time the next morning. Taken? "Detective Maki, I may have some news about my daughter. I located a waitress in a restaurant here in Grand Marais who thinks she saw Katy at around 4 p.m. the day she disappeared. She believes Katy was a passenger in a brown car, but she doesn't know the make and she didn't see the driver. I'm going to be looking around here for her until I either find her or there's nowhere else left to look," said Rob. "So you're up there in Grand Marais looking for her? Is there some reason you don't want to let the police do the looking?" Detective Maki stopped speaking, waiting for Rob to answer his questions. "I just felt I had to do something myself and this seemed like the most logical thing for me to do. I'm going to be getting some of the posters I had printed sent up later today and I'll be putting them up all over town. Someone else here may have seen her." "Perhaps it's good that you called me this morning. I got the reports back from the investigators who checked out your home and they didn't have anything at all to show for their efforts. They found no blood or other signs of any violence or trauma. Both of your cars checked out as well. We still have some fingerprints to work with, but without having samples of your wife's or your daughter's fingerprints it will be difficult to do much." "Well, you know you can ask me for anything at all, and I'll be happy to provide it. You have my cell phone number and if you need to reach me just call at any time. If I happen to be out of cell phone range your message will go to my voice mail, and I'll call you back as soon as I can," said Rob. "Don't worry, I'll call you if anything at all comes up or if there are any questions that we need answers to," said Maki. "I'm beginning to believe that what you told me is the truth, and perhaps your efforts up there in Grand Marais are not such a bad idea after all. The police up in that area are spread pretty thin, and likely won't have a lot of manpower to devote to a search for your daughter." Rob thanked the detective for his vote of confidence and told him that he would call Duluth at least once a day. When he ended the call Rob felt a lot more at ease. He had almost dreaded the phone call to Maki, assuming he would be accused again of having had something to do with his daughter's mysterious disappearance. Rob's first stop after leaving the restaurant was at a Holiday Gas Bar, where he filled up his car and showed Katy's picture to the attendant. From there he drove to the Department of Natural Resources office to find out what types of maps they had for the area. He discovered they had some very good ones, maps that showed all of the side roads and resource access roads throughout northeastern Minnesota. He purchased a full set of them and was now prepared to start on his quest. Before getting on the road he phoned the printing office in Duluth and made arrangements with them to send his shipment of posters to him at his motel. They were instructed to pay for expedited service and add the cost to his bill, as he needed to get those posters as quickly as possible, so that he could begin distributing them. The printers advised him that he could expect his posters just after 2 p.m. Since he didn't expect to receive his posters from Duluth until after lunch, he didn't want to begin by visiting businesses that he would have to return to later with a poster. Instead he decided to drive down every street throughout Grand Marais to inquire of any pedestrians whether they had seen Katy, and also to keep a lookout for any brown cars he may come across. His driving took him down every residential street in Grand Marais, and took until just after lunch time to complete. He stopped and spoke with the several dozen people that he came across as he drove, but none recognized Katy. Whenever he located a brown car he noted the address and the car's plate number. It was time for lunch so Rob headed to the Angry Trout Cafe. He knew that he was going to have to eat some proper meals, not just fast food, if he intended to keep himself in shape and maintain his health. He enjoyed a soup and salad with a small piece of homemade pie for dessert. Before leaving the restaurant he once again showed his daughter's picture, again to no avail. He had just over an hour to spend before the posters arrived, and he used the time to update his notes and mark on the map the streets that he had covered in the morning. While he was in the process of completing the sorting and rewriting of his now scrambled notes, he received a return call from Officer Aikman in Duluth. She told him that once again their morning meeting had included a lot of emphasis on Katy's disappearance. Detective Maki advised the assembled officers that her father was no longer being considered the primary suspect in her disappearance. The detective was now focusing his attention on the search for an unknown person who had taken Katy, and told them that he had attended at Katy's school and spoken with many of her classmates. The students had convinced him that she was not the type of student to miss exams or take off from home on a whim. Rob thanked Officer Aikman for her information, and explained to her what he was doing in Grand Marais. She wished him luck and agreed to call him the next day to let him know what was really happening in Duluth. By the time he was off the phone with her it was time to return to the motel to see whether his posters had arrived as promised. As he pulled up outside of the office the brown UPS truck was just leaving. When he entered the office he could see a box sitting on the counter and headed for it immediately. The clerk at the desk recognized him and told him his package had arrived, so Rob picked up the box and headed for his car. He was anxious to begin distributing some of the posters so that if anyone else had seen Katy in Grand Marais they would know who to contact. His first stop was at the office of the Grand Marais police, where he left sufficient of the posters that each of their officers would be given one. From there he visited the State Police depot where he again left a number of his posters. The officers he spoke with at both locations did not recognized Katy, and he could only hope that having one of his posters would help them to recognize Katy or Erin if they should come across one of them in their travels. He spent the rest of the afternoon visiting each of the businesses and public offices around Grand Marais, seeking, and usually obtaining, their permission to tack a poster on their wall or bulletin board. In some of the high traffic locations he was allowed to tape the poster to a window. By the end of the afternoon he had put up over a hundred of the posters, but not one of them had generated a lead from the people he encountered while he made his rounds. That evening Rob was enjoying a quiet supper when his cell phone rang. It was the first of four separate calls that Rob received over the course of the evening that purported to be from people who had just seen Katy while they traveled about the Grand Marais area. Each of the calls required several minutes of his time before he was able to prove to himself that the people he was speaking with were mistaken. Three of the callers stated that the girl they had seen did not have the blond streak in her hair, and the fourth described a girl who was clearly much younger than Katy. The first call generated a lot of excitement in Rob, building hope that was soon dashed. With each of the subsequent phone calls he was able to keep himself from getting as excited as he had for the first one, but each left him feeling discouraged as he hung up the phone. He hoped that this wasn't going to be the pattern for every day, and that soon he would receive a call that would actually give him a good lead, something that he could pass on to the police. The first call had disturbed his meal and left him to complete the cold food on his plate. The second and third calls took him away from his work in the motel room as he prepared his notes for that day and his schedule for the following one. The final call arrived just as he was about to fall asleep for the night, and left him lying there wondering just how many calls he would receive that would be of such little use.   Taken "You have an admirer baby," my wife said as we sat together in a gay bar. She smiled at my admirer and he made his way to the empty seat at the bar beside me. Carole had convinced me to come to a gay bar with her so we could fulfill a long time fantasy of hers. She had always wanted to have a threesome with two guys but she wasn't interested in the other guy. She wanted me to suck his cock. I had strongly resisted her plan for years but as I approached 40 my reluctance started to lessen and eventually I gave in on the condition that if I did it for her she would bring another woman into our bed for me. My admirer was a good looking guy with a nondescript face and short brown hair. A tight tee shirt encased his strong muscular chest and tight fitting jeans accentuated a prominent bulge between his thick athletic thighs. My eyes flashed to the bulge in his pants and I suddenly felt scared. I wanted to run but my legs were heavy and weak. "Hi, I'm Peter," he said as he extended his hand. His voice was deep but with a slight effeminate inflection that gave me an unexplainable comfort. "I'm JC," I replied as we shook hands, "and this is my wife Carole." His hand lingered on mine longer than necessary and I felt an unfamiliar flutter in my stomach. His eyes flashed toward my wife and his facial expression was a mix of confusion and disappointment. "Your wife?" He asked. "Yes, she wants to watch," I clarified. I flashed an uncomfortable smile. I had never been hit on by a guy before and I was extremely nervous. "Ooh, kinky," he said as his eyes traveled down my body. He smiled brightly, showing his bright white teeth. His fingers slid down to my leg and he traced light circles on my leg sending shivers through my body. I had never consciously been attracted to another man and when I finally agreed to Carole's plan I didn't think I would be into it but she was persistent and very persuasive. "Yes," Carole said playfully, "we are kinky." She smiled my favorite crooked mischievous smile, "and I will do much more than just watch.". She placed her hand on top of Peter's and guided it up to the substantial lump in my jeans. My dick had been hard since he first touched my leg and my mind was awash with confusing thoughts and desires. They worked their hands up and down my rigid shaft and I moaned softly. I could feel precum oozing from my cock and I knew at that moment that I would do anything they wanted. An hour after we had first met Peter we stumbled into our hotel room. Carole had coerced me into kissing him on the elevator to our floor and while my initial reaction was a definitive "no" once we started kissing it was much nicer than I had imagined it would be. His tongue was long and aggressive and he pumped it into my mouth as he ground his hard muscular body against mine. His hands were as aggressive as his insistent tongue and my body responded to his touch. He tugged my shirt up and caressed my chest as he kissed me deeply. Our tongues entwined and my mind reeled with confusion as years of homophobia clashed with raw animalistic desire. My knees felt weak as he pinned me against the elevator wall and ground his hard cock against mine. I could tell it was big and I wanted to see it. I had never seen another man's hard cock except in porn movies but I wanted his. I wanted it badly. The bell rang signaling we had arrived at our floor and Peter pulled away from me leaving me hot and ready. I was panting and out of breath as Carole led the way to our room. Peter held my hand and together we followed my sexy wife down the hall. She opened the door and let us inside as she pulled her clothes off and moved to the back of the room. The room was a standard mid level hotel chain room with two queen sized beds on one wall and a dresser, a desk and a TV on the other. Carole moved quickly to the far bed and watched Peter pull my clothes off. He continued to be aggressive and once I was naked he pushed me onto the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head revealing his broad, well defined chest. Carole gasped. "Perfect," she whispered when she saw his smooth tan body. I watched wide eyed as he ran his hands over his shaved muscular chest. He body looked very sexy and although I had never been turned on by a man before I was tingling in anticipation of touching him. His eyes locked onto mine and he reached into his pants and pulled his long hard cock free. "Oh god," I gasped when I saw his beautiful cock. It was over 7" long and very thick with well proportioned purple head that glistened with precum and a maze of thick veins that begged to be traced by my hungry tongue. Peter moved slowly toward me and my heart pounded hard in my chest. His eyes continued to look into mine as his hands reached out and grabbed my head. He laced the fingers of his left hand in my hair and held my head still as he grabbed his cock with his right hand and rubbed it across my face. His drooling cock left snail tracks across my cheeks. I flicked my tongue out and tried to lick his delicious shaft but he pulled it away and smiled teasingly. "Do you want it?" He asked playfully as he smiled down at me and waived his big gorgeous cock inches from my mouth. "Yes," I said softly. I knew that he was putting on a show for my wife. He wanted her to see me beg for his cock. He wanted her to see the effect he was having on her formerly straight husband. My cheeks flushed crimson as I looked up at him. "Please let me suck your big hard cock." I emphasized the last three words and my dick jumped as the words hung in the air. He looked down at me and pointed his drooling cock at the entrance of my mouth. "Be careful what you wish for honey," he said to Carole as I parted my lips and wrapped them around his thick shaft. "Once he gets a taste he will be hooked." I moaned as I stretched my mouth open wide and accepted his hard flesh inside me. I could taste his precum mixed with the salt of sweat on his bare flesh and the combination was intoxicating. "Oh I hope so," Carole said as she plunged her fingers into her soaking wet cunt. The room filled with a myriad of wet squishy sounds from my wife's wet pussy and my mouth as I slurped on Peter's big dick. I could only fit about 1/3 of his cock into my mouth at first but as I got used to its girth it slipped deeper and deeper down my throat. It touched the back of my throat and I fought hard not to gag as tears streamed down my cheeks. I was wanton and randy with unbridled lust. Carole moved onto the bed with Peter and I and lay naked beside me as I sucked his big hot cock. "I need you inside me," she said insistently. Her voice was thick with lust and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. I wanted her too but I couldn't tear my lips away from his hard cock. I was addicted and I knew my life would never be the same. Carole pulled me on top of her and guided my hard prick inside her liquid core. Her pussy was soaking wet and I slipped easily into her. My balls pressed against her ass as I sank balls deep inside my wife's velvet cunt. Peter moved back within range of my hungry mouth as I fucked my wife missionary style. He fed his cock to me and I slurped on it as I thrust my dick into my wife hard and fast. Carole came quickly and powerfully. Her body shook and she yelped like an excited puppy as her cunt clenched down on my pistoning dick. Her climax pushed me past the point of no return and my orgasm quickly followed hers. I cried out around Peter's thick cock as I exploded inside my wife's wet pussy. I pumped my dick into her as copious amounts of thick cream filled her womb. Peter held my head and fucked my mouth as I came. It was the most intensely erotic moment of my life. I crawled off my wife and collapsed beside her in a sweaty mess. I was completely satisfied and my desire to suck Peter's dick had disappeared the moment I came inside my wife. I kissed Carole deeply and our tongues entwined. Peter climbed off the bed and pulled me to my feet. Despite my loss of interest I willingly moved into position before my new, well endowed lover. Peter positioned me with my feet on the floor and my torso bent over the bed as Carole moved until my face was inches from her soiled pussy. He poured lube down the crack in my ass and I moaned softly as the cool slick liquid coated my sensitive asshole. "Is this what you want bitch?" He asked sternly as he rubbed his hard condom covered cock across my exposed asshole. "Yes," I hissed loudly. I was his bitch and I loved it. I looked into my wife's smoldering brown eyes as she lay spread eagle and naked before me. Her face held a lust filled expression that I had never seen before. She was on fire. My cum drooled from her gaping hole and my mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her cream pie soiled cunt. I had licked her soiled pussy many times before and I loved the taboo nature of the profoundly intimate act. "Give it to him," she said firmly as she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her juicy hole. My tongue dug deep inside Carole's cunt seeking out gobs of hot cum. I swallowed my seed and searched for more as she moaned her approval of my efforts. I felt Peter's spongy cock head split my cheeks and I groaned into my wife's sloppy, wet pussy. I had never been with a man before but she wanted it and I wanted to please her or at least that was my justification for doing something I had been raised to believe was wrong. "Does that feel good Piggy?" My wife asked as his thick cock slowly disappeared inside me. "It hurts," I groaned in apparent agony. It did hurt, but it also felt good. It felt amazing and my spent cock grew hard as the full length of his thick rod penetrated my virgin ass. He grabbed my hips and slowly backed his thick, lubricated cock out of the depths of my ass until just the bulbous head was inside me. "Do you want it slut?" He asked. His voice was stern yet almost playful and my cock twitched excitedly as he spoke. "God yes," I sighed softly. My tongue plunged deep inside my wife's cum filled hole and I sucked my cream pie from her womb as he slowly sank balls deep inside me. "Right there baby," my Carole panted. I could tell she was close and my tongue strummed her hard clit repeatedly as her legs trembled. Her breathing was erratic and her entire body started to shake. He pulled back quickly and then stabbed his cock into me with a series of short thrusts as I whimpered with pleasure and pain. Carole came hard on my mouth as Peter expertly fucked my ass. She cried out and yelped like an excited puppy as the waves of pleasure cashed over her sexy body like a tsunami. Peter transitioned from short jabs to long fast thrusts and my body responded. My breathing was fast and my heart pounded mercilessly in my chest. I had already cum once, less than an hour earlier, but I quickly approached the point of no return from his talented weapon. "How do you want it bitch?" He teased. I was wanton and randy with raw unbridled lust. I wanted to be taken and he knew it. He had known the moment he spotted me at the bar. Carole had known too because she knew me better than I knew myself. "Fuck me hard," I moaned. Sweat covered my brow and my legs felt weak. He pumped his big hard cock into the depths of my ass and I felt the familiar beginning sensations of a powerful climax consume me. "I'm gonna cum," I warned as his cock touched me in ways I had never dreamed would feel so good. My eyes rolled back in my head and my body started to shake. Peter continued to fuck me hard and fast. "Cum for me," he groaned loudly. His words pushed me over the edge and I groaned loudly as hot cum poured from my cock like an erupting volcano. My body went slack and I slumped forward on the bed. Peter pulled his cock from my ass and ripped the condom off it. "Finish me off slut," he said harshly as he pulled my hair and guided my mouth back to his waiting cock. "Mmm," I moaned, "yes sir." I opened my mouth wide and opened my throat for him. Peter fucked my mouth with smooth steady strokes. His breathing became raged and his ball sack tightened as he neared his climax. "Cum for me," I moaned as I surrendered to desires I had theretofore never dreamed of. "Fill my mouth and let me savor your hot cum." I wrapped my fist around his shaft and pumped him fast and hard as I sucked furiously on the soft, spongy head of his delicious cock. "I'm cumming," Peter cried out as his cock started to spit into my mouth. "Drink it cum slut, drink my cum." I swallowed his searing hot seed and sucked every drop from his spent tool as my wife watched. His cum was delicious and I knew I would swallow it again. He pulled his flaccid cock from my mouth leaving it vacant and empty and then he bent down and pressed his lips to mine. I had been reluctant to kiss him hours earlier but I returned his enthusiastically letting him taste his cum on my lips. Our tongues danced together as we kissed deeply. He broke the kiss and I watched him walk naked across the room to the desk in the corner. He wrote his number on a piece of paper and slowly dressed as my hungry eyes soaked in his hard athletic body. "Call me," he said softly. He kissed me again and then left Carole and I to sort out the details of our new complicated life. Taken! "I could get that one over there." he said to his amused companion. "Who, that young one over by the door? I don't think so. He's too green and innocent and, besides, he's only had eyes for the young ladies all night." "Well you know I love a challenge. I'll bet you that I can be sucking that delicious cock and more before the night is through." "You're on, you old lech. I love to watch you in action. And, as you know, I will be there to watch." I was standing on the other side of the room feeling awkward and self-conscious, unaware that I had become a focus of interest to these two older men. I had noticed them earlier; the one who was preparing to lure me into his warm exploring hands seemed a nice looking slightly overweight gentleman. I had not paid any more attention to him as I stood somewhat on the sidelines of this social gathering organized by my English teacher at his large Victorian house. This was his big annual spring 'soiree' and I had been among a few of his more favourite students invited to mix and mingle with his friends and acquaintances in the literary world. So here I was standing shyly in the room while people moved around me. Occasionally I would join into conversation being polite as I was taught and hoping desperately that my nervousness wasn't showing. Adding to my tension tonight was my teenaged randiness. The room was filled with gorgeous women and my hormones were setting my virgin cock on fire. At this point in my life my right hand had been my only sexual partner. I know that some girls found me attractive; I am about 5' 11", still growing, dark and slim with, as I've been told, big innocent hazel eyes. I would sit in class with my eight inch raging boner sneaking looks at gorgeous thighs and luscious breasts but I hadn't yet overcome my shyness to actually act on my desires. I fantasized and relieved my eager young lust alone in my room with my faithful hand and longed for a hot young cunt into which I could plunge my aching rod. These were the distracting thoughts going through my head when I felt a soft, passing pressure in my groin as someone excused themselves and passed in front of me. Startled I looked to see it was the older gentleman moving past me, a fashionable cane in his left hand. I realized that it was the knuckles of that hand that must have accidently brushed across my crotch. Accident or not I immediately felt my groin begin to tingle and my penis begin to stir. I flushed, embarrassed by my sudden awakening excitement. I have never thought of myself as attracted to men but it was clear that my cock didn't have those reservations. The man glanced briefly into my eyes and then away. I looked down at my shoes waiting for the excitement in my body to settle. In only a moment he was passing again and once more his knuckles pressed gently into my groin, this time lingering a little and with more firmness. The blood rushed to my member and it became semi-hard, pushing uncomfortably against my pants as it tried to straighten. Furtively I looked around as I adjusted my pants allowing my swelling cock room to rise more freely. No one appeared to have noticed either my furtive adjustment or the roving hand of my stalker, for now I was aware that what was happening was not accidental. My face must have been bright red as I felt the burning heat of my growing excitement and embarrassment. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights, not knowing what to do or where to look. My hands were loosely clasped behind me and I was struggling to act and look nonchalant when once again the hunter moved in on his prey. This time, still not looking at me, he moved even more slowly in front of me, the knuckle of the hand holding his cane a perfect height, sliding up and down my now lengthened cock as it continued to harden. I was frozen with indecision, feeling shame at my arousal and yet more excited than I could ever remember. As my cock strained against the front of my pants I moved my hands casually and clasped them in front of me, hoping both to hide my increasingly obvious excitement from those around me and also in the feeble hope that this would discourage my molester. I stood trembling in this new posture my eyes still fixed on the floor as if by doing so no one could see me or my discomfort. It seemed forever but it was only moments before my prowler moved again, this time passing close behind me, his right hand sliding down along my left buttock and giving it a gentle squeeze as he moved on. At this point I was practically swooning from the arousal. Again I looked around to see if others were aware of my shameful arousal. I saw the older gentleman's friend look away with an amused expression on his face but no one else was paying any attention to the very public fondling I was receiving. I was relieved to see his friend leave the room and disappear up into the house. Once more I was anonymous. I was feeling more and more helpless and at the mercy of my bold aggressor and my lust. Again he passed slowly behind me, pausing unnoticed and taking his time as he squeezed and caressed my ass like my body was his for the taking. He leaned in against me whispering in my ear: "Go upstairs, third floor, second door on the right. Wait for me there." He gave my ass a final squeeze and moved on, not even looking back to see whether I would obey. But obey I did. In a trance of arousal I mounted the stairs, passed other partiers on the second floor and up to the deserted third floor. I went down the hallway entering the second room on the right, a darkened room with a large bed and night table, a closet with the door partially open, and there awaited my fate. Moments later the door opened and he entered closing and locking it behind him. He walked to the bed taking me in with only sly sideways glanced. "Why don't I get out of here?" I was asking myself in my head; it was as if I were in a trance. He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned me to him. He turned on the bedside light allowing me to see the arousal in his face and his eyes; they pulled my throbbing cock across the room and the rest of me followed. He murmured his pleasure as his hand reached out and squeezed my penis through the fabric of my pants. His other hand slid up the back of my thigh and cupped my buttock as he pulled me closer. My eyes closed as I felt him rub his face along the length of my penis pressing his lips against the fabric. Incredibly my cock seemed to continue to grow even harder and longer as involuntarily I took his head in my hands and pressed it more against my aching groin. Feebly I protested: "Please, stop. This isn't right. You shouldn't be doing this to me." He took no heed of my weak protest, it was my body he wanted and my body was clearly on his side. His hands moved swiftly to my belt buckle, undoing my belt and the button of my trousers, slowly sliding the zipper down pressing it against my swollen member as he did. "No, please." I moaned, struggling and feeling helpless, betrayed by my young frustrated lust. "This is wrong." His chuckle came deep in his chest. "Oh no," he said, "This is very right.", as he slid my pants down my thighs to my knees, his warm hands moving back up my soft hairless thighs to their pleasure. Once again his left hand slid up the back of my thigh, this time sliding under the edge of my underpants and softly caressing the tender pouch at the bottom of my buttock. Involuntarily my hips pushed forward as his right hand masterfully cupped and squeezed my throbbing cock and again I felt his lips kissing me along the length of my hardness. I moaned as he took his slow pleasure, sliding his right hand now up into my underpants and taking hold of my hot member while his left hand boldly roamed over my bare buttocks caressing and fondling me as he pleased. His warm experienced hands moved this time to pull my panties down over my throbbing cock down to my knees and move back up to their now unrestricted access of my ass and genitals. Gently he pulled and squeezed my cock while cupping and fondling my ass, slowly pressing my hips towards his face. "No! Stop!" I cried, feebly struggling as I felt his warm breath on my groin, his face over my skin as he deeply breathed in my scent, then, 'Oh My God!'; he was kissing my hardness, giving it little licks as he tantalizingly worked his way to its throbbing head. He paused briefly; I felt his warm mouth take in the head of my cock and release it, like he was sampling the taste of me. I guess he liked the taste as next his warm wet mouth was sliding all the way down my pole, sucking and sliding up and down, his left hand squeezing my left buttock more firmly and pulling me in while with his right hand he fondled my balls. The moans of my reluctant pleasure mixed with his triumphant groans and he took the length of my cock in deeper and deeper down his opening throat. Suddenly he stopped and stood up beside me. In a moment he had stripped me of my shirt and pushed me down onto the bed. In another moment the rest of my clothes were in a heap on the floor and he was, still fully clothed, laying half on top of me. He pinned my arms over my head as his right hand roamed over my naked body, caressing and stroking me as he wished. He took hold of my face and pressed his lips onto mine. I struggled and squirmed as he held me down and plunged his hard tongue deep into my mouth. As he continued to dominate me I struggled and pleaded for him to let me go. He seemed to enjoy my weak protests and told me to relax and have fun as he obviously intended to do. His hand slid down the length of my increasingly submissive body to my aching cock squeezing and pulling it. Soon his hot mouth followed, kissing my neck, sucking on my excited sensitive nipples and continuing down, kissing and licking my belly until once again his lips seized their prey, opening and taking my cock deeply into his warm wet sucking mouth. Automatically my hips thrust up to meet him but this time he didn't linger. Against my will I cried out in protest as his lips pulled away from my rigid cock and began to kiss all around my groin while he gently pushed me over onto my stomach, allowing his lips and hands to now take possession of my virgin ass. His hands stroked up my smooth thighs, cupping, caressing and squeezing my firm soft ass cheeks while he kissed and licked and nibbled at my tender young flesh. Soon his hands became more intent in their actions as I felt the sweet cheeks of my ass being parted by his probing fingers, exposing my cherry rosebud to his searching tongue. I gasped as I felt his wet tongue push down between my spread cheeks finding my sweet hole and plunging hotly into me. My God! I thought I was going to come or pass out as he penetrated my unprotected hole. He continued confidently possessing my body and my will weakening as he ravished me. I had no defences against his experience and insistence and my own virgin lust as he rolled me over and once again took my cock deep into his hot mouth and began to suck me in earnest. My ass lay on his left hand and as he cupped and squeezed my cheeks I felt his middle finger slowly slide deeper and deeper between my honey buns until it was resting against my tender rosebud. As he sucked me in deeper and deeper his finger pressed upon my hole, pushing me open and sliding his finger in up to the second knuckle. Expertly he circled and stretched and pumped my defenseless opening adding another and then another finger until I was being reamed and stretched. He was preparing me, I knew for the violation that was still to come. Meanwhile I was bucking into his face with increasing intensity: he had taken in my long hard cock all the way down his throat and was pulling rhythmically up and down its length. I began to cry out loud: "Oh, no! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Aaaaahhhh!!!! I cried as my body shuddered and I began to pump my hot fluids down his welcoming hot wet throat. I grabbed his head and jerked involuntarily as I emptied my load and he sucked vigorously, slurping down every last drop of my hot cum. Spent, the tension left me and I lay open to him as he continued to suck me and lick my balls and my cock clean. As he finished he began to push up my body, placing my knees over his shoulders, his lips tracing their way back up over my belly, to my nipples, my neck and my lips. I tasted myself as his tongue pushed deep into my mouth. He reached down while he had me pinned and unzipped and lowered his pants to his thighs. My knees were being pressed up against my chest and his warm hands were, once again, pulling my ass cheeks apart as I felt his hard member begin to press against his ultimate target. Now he would possess me completely. Again I protested and struggled but I was weak from my orgasm and he had me expertly pinned with his heavier, hairy body. "No! Stop!" I cried "Let me go." He laughed and in his deep confident voice said: Oh, I'll let you go, my lovely, once I've had my way with your cute little ass. From now on this little bum-bum belongs to me. I would suggest that if you don't want this to be too painful, you push down on my cock instead of trying to twist away from me. It doesn't matter to me because one way or another your little virgin rosebud is going to be mine." His words made me pause and in that moment he slapped my ass really hard which caused my bum muscles to relax. With a grunt of triumph he pushed his head into my hole and held me while I bucked and twisted and tried to push him out. As he pinned me to the bed all my struggles accomplished was allowing his hard cock to penetrate deeper and deeper until finally I felt his balls sliding on my ass cheeks. I whimpered with the pain and discomfort although truth be told it wasn't as painful as I had expected. He held me until I began to calm down then slowly began to pump my ass, in and out, in and out, pulling out further each time then sliding into the hilt. My body began to move with his rhythm and he began fucking my ass in earnest, pumping harder and faster, harder and faster. His hands were on my thighs, pushing them up into my chest allowing him to partially raise his upper body and pound into me with greater abandon. The friction was making my own cock hard again as he grunted and groaned with pleasure, finally filling my bowels with his warm hot sperm. He pumped load after load deep into me until he was spent and collapsed on top of me, releasing my legs, his softening cock popping out of my ravaged hole. We lay like that for a few minutes, spent, recovering our breath, then he kissed me deeply and rolled off me onto his side taking me in with a possessive smile on his face. "Well, my little bum boy, you are one juicy fuck. I look forward to our continuing encounters." As indignantly as I could manage under the circumstances I stated in no uncertain terms that he had seen the last of me unless it was with the police in tow. That last part was a lie as I had no desire for anyone to know about what had happened to me. I was startled by a third voice belonging to the man's friend emerging from the partially closed closet with a camcorder in hand. "Actually, my young friend, you may want to reconsider your options. I would hate for any of the images in this recorder to accidently end up in your parent's or your friend's mailbox, and we have some lovely images of you taking it up that juicy butt of yours." Turning to his friend he said: "Nicely done! And so quickly. I look forward to when his cute little tush has healed and we can allow others to have fun with our new little plaything" Laughing in agreement, my possessor zipped himself up and the two of them left the room, letting me know before they left that they had procured my name and my parent's address where I was still living, from the host. I was left there, taken, and wondering what my future, now in their salacious hands, would hold. Taken The large man loomed over her, backlit by the bright florescent lights. "You fucking slut," he spat, "you want this, don't you? You want me to jam my cock in that pussy." The young woman was tied to the table at the wrists, breasts exposed, her legs forced open and tied at the ankles above her head. Her pussy was barely concealed beneath her thin g-string. Tears streamed down her face, her mascara trailing black lines across her cheeks to her ears. The gag that was tied around her mouth was soaked. Her muscles ached from the awkward position she was forced to maintain. Her assailant picked up a yard stick, which he used to slap her ass with. Thwack. It made the skin sting like hell. Thwack. Again, pain. Again, and again, and again he slapped her in exactly the same spot, the skin turning redder with each slap. The girl cried even harder, choking on her tears, unable to catch her breath. The pain was unbearable. Again, he slapped her. And again. One last time, harder than ever, across both cheeks. The girl screamed against the gag in her mouth, and struggled to free herself from her restraints. Her wrists and ankles were already raw. "Shut the fuck up!" the man yelled. "Please!" she cried through the gag. "It hurts!" The man put his mouth really close to her ear, "shut the fuck up. You know you like it. You like being treated like the cum guzzling whore you are." The mean reached up and gripped the flesh of her tits, squeezing hard, making the girl squirm. "You didn't think I couldn't see you in your room, touching yourself, sticking plastic cocks in your cunt? You didn't think I couldn't hear you screaming like the little slut you are? You love cock, don't you? You love cock in your pussy, your mouth, your ass. You can't get enough of it!" He squeezed both of her nipples between his thumb and index fingers, and the woman squealed. He let go, walked away from her line of sight. He was gone for so long, that for a moment she thought this nightmare was over. But she was wrong. When he returned, he was holding the biggest dildo she had ever seen. While it was true she had used a dildo or two in her life, they were always small to medium in size, not more than seven inches, no wider than a normal cock. The one the man was holding was at least twelve inches long, and as thick as a beer bottle. The thought of that entering her pussy scared her so badly she started to buck and thrash on the table, making enough noise she was certain someone outside this personal hell had to hear her. The man didn't say anything, simply pulled her panties to one side, sliding his finger along the length of her slit, feeling her thick, juicy pussy lips and hardened clit. "You have a nice pussy, I can't wait to shove my cock in it." He took the artificial cock and put the tip against her exposed clit, and turned it on. The vibrations emitted from the toy were so strong that the girl's entire body started to tremble. Despite herself, she could feel her pussy getting wet, and some familiar fluttering in her stomach. Her whole body went rigid as the first waves of orgasm rocked her body. She screamed, half in pleasure, half in pain as her juices flowed out of her pussy. "Yeah, I knew you liked it, you dirty cunt. You love plastic cock, don't you?" She couldn't respond at all; he hadn't removed the vibrator from her clit yet. Her first orgasm hadn't subsided before another one overcame her. She could feel her sex juices flowing into her ass. Sweat was stinging her eyes. She came again, even harder this time. She couldn't relax her body, and her legs shook uncontrollably. Her clit was starting to become oversensitive, sending a burning sensation into her abdomen. "Stop!" she pleaded. There was no way the man was going to stop, though. He pushed the dildo harder onto her clit, and inserted two fingers into her open pussy. Taken by surprised, she moaned and clenched her muscles around his fingers. "I'm surprised how tight you are. I expected a dollar whore like you to be looser." He moved his fingers in and out of her glistening cunt faster and harder, keeping the dildo pressed firmly against her clit. The pain was unbearable, she screamed at him to stop, he ignored her. His fingers stroked her g-spot, the vibrator tickled her clit. She couldn't help herself, and more of her juices squirted out of her pussy. "You love it when I stick my fingers in your fuckhole, don't you, slut?" Without warning, he removed the dildo from her clit and shoved it into her pussy. She screamed louder than ever, and a fresh wave of tears cascaded down her face. "No, please! It hurts!" "Feel that big plastic dick in your cunt, you dirty bitch. You love it, don't you? You fucking slut." The man began to move the vibrating toy in and out, going deeper each time. "You going to cum again, you cock loving hoe? Are you going to squirt all over the place? I know you love touching yourself, making yourself cum all over your panties, soaking your bed sheets, tasting your own sex juices. You love this. This is what you wanted. This is what you've been asking for." Keeping the dildo in place with one hand, he reached up and covered her mouth and nose with the other, cutting off all oxygen. She panicked and began to thrash around again, trying to scream, trying to move away so she could get some air. All her muscles in her body were engaged as she pulled against the ropes holding her in place. She strained the muscles in her arms trying to get her wrists free. Black clouds were beginning to invade her vision. If he didn't let go soon, she was going to pass out. The man pulled the dildo from her cunt and placed it over her clit again, and resumed fingering her. "I like the feeling of your pussy on my fingers," he told her, and let go over her mouth. She inhaled deeply, relieved. She squirted her juices all over his hand and arm. "Enough of this. I have to fuck you, now!" He took the dildo away and placed it on the table beside her, then untied her ankle restraints one by one. Her ass fell to the table with a thud, and her legs dangled off the edge. The pain in her back was relieved, but now she had to endure being fucked by her captor. Before she could even think of kicking him away, he began to tie her ankles to the legs of the table, keeping her from closing her legs. The man approached her, his dick hanging out over the top of his pants. "You're going to love this, aren't you? I'm going to ram my dick deep into your pussy, and you're going to love it. I'm going to ram my dick into your creamy fuckhole, bitch." The girl closed her eyes as his dick entered her, sliding into the wet opening with no resistance. The man moaned out loud at the feeling of her slippery pussy. "Take that dick, bitch. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed? All those nights you spent touching yourself, all you needed was a good deep-dicking, isn't it? You need cock. You love cock." He rammed his cock in and out of her pussy faster and harder, her balls slapping against her tender ass cheeks. She couldn't deny that it felt good. She clenched her muscles around his cock and moved her hips slightly in time with him, allowing him to go deeper. More and more of her juices flowed out of her and around his dick, collecting on the table underneath her. "Yeah, take my dick, bitch. Take my dick. You fucking love it, don't you? You're going to be my personal cum dumpster. I'm going to cum so hard inside you." "Please," she moaned, but not because she wanted him to stop. No, it was because she wanted to cum again. She wanted to cum hard all over his cock. She was almost there. Her stomach muscles tensed up as he pumped in and out of her. She hoped he wouldn't stop before she came. The man picked up the dildo, still vibrating, and forcefully pressed it against her clit. "I'm cumming!" She screamed as it sent her over the edge yet again, staining his pants as he slammed into her repeatedly. "Yeah bitch, I'm going to cum," he stated. After a few more hard thrusts, she felt his cock grow big and throb as his cum exploded into her. He moaned loudly. "Take that cum, take it, bitch. You love my cum inside you, don't you?" Wave after wave of cum shot into her cunt, overflowing and mixing with her pool of cum on the table. When he was done, he pulled out and pulled his pants back up. "I'll be back for you later, whore. Enjoy my cum inside you." With that, he left, keeping her helplessly tied to the table, his prize, his slave. Taken * * * * * Click Here to listen. (25 min/mp3) * * * * * I watch from the shadows. My eyes adjusted to the gloaming, my body in tune with the night. My hand rests on my crotch, waiting for a sign, a stirring from my loins. The park bench, almost close enough for me to touch, the scents of the evening, both natural and from the throngs of people leaving the beach wafting to my nostrils as I inhale. I listen, the sound of children long gone, just a few people lingering as the sun sits on the horizon, its fireball glory sending out its last rays before letting the moon rise and have its time. Feet shuffling, the sound of lovers kissing as they pause on the path. My cock twitches in my pants, my hand pressing down, hard, letting me feel the pressure and my ass cheeks clench tight. She is with a man... frowning, but she is the one. My breath slows as I strain to hear...they are saying good bye. A smile grows, my eyes sparkling with anticipation...She is the One. I hurry to the parking lot and scan the cars left. Not very many...one is hers, which one? I lean casually on the post, near a truck...its tire flat, the owners abandoned it until the light of day will make repairs easier. Ahhhh, there she is, walking alone. She thinks she is safe, mere feet from her car...and in the driveway the tail lights of the man who will be sorry he was not a gentleman, who did not walk her to her car. My cock rises, rearing its head, demanding to be fed a tight pussy, or, depending on her, a virgin ass. Oh, at the thought the precum seeps from my pulsing slit, leaving a wet dot on my shorts. As the car turns to the roadway and it is just her and I in the parking lot, I hasten to put my plan in motion. I walk briskly towards her, smiling my friendliest smile, both hands in plain sight so that I will not intimidate her. I let my voice carry across the lot, just as her hand is on the handle, before she has time to actually open the door. She stops, and looks in my direction and even in the growing darkness, I can see the bright blue circles surrounding wide pupils. She frowns, and looks from me to the empty parking lot, but still she waits for me to get closer. The signs are all there...she is the One, and I will have her. She opens the door and gets inside, quickly shutting it, just as I am close enough to smell her. The fear emanates from her, fuelling my need. I slow my stride, non-threatening, and stop 3 feet from her car. “I seem to have a flat on my truck, and no jack. I was wondering if you could loan me yours. It won't take long.” and as I watch her look to the truck and then back to me...I know that I have caught her. She rolls down the window, about six inches and says “Let me just pop the trunk.” The trunk yawns open and I lean in, rummaging... the car rocks slightly as I check the trunk. It is one that releases the back seats from here and I cannot believe how well the signs are lining up tonight. With a quick look around the parking lot, ascertaining that there is no one to see, to render assistance, I pull the rod that releases the seats and with a speed born of practice, I dive into the trunk. She barely has time to draw in her next breath before I have both hands on her throat. My mouth brushes her hair and I whisper, “Be a good girl and don't move, don't make a sound.” I force her to turn her head towards me and make that first sweet contact with her lips. I force my tongue between her lips and taste her fear. Her entire body shudders and I feel a tear, hot and wet run along the seal of our lips. My groan of passion is mirrored by her moan of fear. I let go of her and reach forward for the keys, pulling them from the ignition and pocketing them. “Now we will both get out of the car, we are going for short walk. Don't try to get away, I will catch you.” She swallows, and nods her head in agreement. I climb from the car and pull her door open. Standing like this, I can observe her, the car lights bathing her in both light and shadows. I stare at her eyes, see the tears flowing silently, her thighs, bare, quiver. Her toes poked into flimsy little sandals and the short shorts, now riding so high that there is the merest hint of pink pussy showing. I lick my lips and bend into the car...grabbing her t-shirt at the neck with both hands and tearing it away from her breasts. Those round globes, milky white, huge nipples surrounded by dark puckered skin, all aquiver under my gaze. No bra to impede my first glimpse, I tell her, “Good girl, so far you make me extremely happy.” I grab both of her wrists in one of my strong hands and pull her from the car. The sound of the slamming door, loud in the night...makes her scream. I look deeply into her vivid blue eyes and deliver a loud hard slap to her breast, letting my fingers land on one pert nipple, then linger there as I knead the heavy tit, pinch the nipple. Her tears still flowing, I lean in to lick them from her face, my fingers pinching the nipple, harder with every passing second. “Now, continue to scream like that and I will give you something to scream about. Nod if you understand.” She nods and I release her nipple, watch as her hands fly up to cover them, protecting them from further abuses. I gently move her hands, and position them behind her head, “Now lace your fingers together and do not move your hands from that position unless I instruct you to. Nod if you understand.” Her chin inclines slightly, that pretty bottom lip trembling and pouting so petulantly. The nod almost imperceptible in the dark...but I can sense her submission. Reaching into my pocket, pulling out a collar to fasten around her neck. I attach a leash using a padlock to hold it firmly in place. I yank on it and she follows the direction of the tug, her sobs spilling into the night. My cock throbs in the confines of my shorts, wanting to be released, but I must wait. I want no interruptions, I want my private time with her. I walk briskly, leading her over the sand dunes, and behind a clump of trees. The darkness is now absolute and her entire body shivers both from the chill of the night and the fear that twists in her belly. I hook the leash to a tree branch, too high for her to reach. She can do nothing but stand there...listen as I move about near her. Her imagination gone wild as her mind thinks of all the things that might happen out here, on the beach, in the dark, alone with this strange man. A slow glow builds from a single ember and as her eyes adjust she can see a fire burning in a pit. She paces nervously back and forth, the anticipation of things to come possibly worse than whatever heinous act he may commit to her flesh. She sees me coming, a dark shadow in the circle of light, and I bend to undo her shorts, slipping them off, leaving her naked and shivering in the firelight. Reaching up to unhook her leash, I tug, leading her closer to the fire, she can feel the heat kissing her, stroking her with a soft caress of warmth. I stop and turn her, so that her back is to the fire and tell her to bend, placing both her hands on the ground. I nudge her thighs, parting them and then I finally touch her pussy...it quivers under my hand, dewy with her moisture. Smiling, I lift my fingers to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent, oh yes, this is the One, she is already wet for me. I pull down my shorts, and walk to face her, her eyes riveted on my large tool as it bobs mere inches from her pouty lips. I stroke, letting her see its throbbing head, the precum that oozes from its eye. I grab a handful of hair, “Kiss my cock!” She whimpers and pulls back. My hand, wrenching her head forward by her hair, brings her into position once again, she wobbles, off balance and without another word, I drive my cock straight down her throat. Her gag reflex is immediate and the tears flow hot over her cheeks. I imagine that I can smell those salty drops of fear and it makes my blood quicken in my veins. My cock throbs as I hold her head in place, her body shaking and her throat closing almost painfully on my turgid tool as she tries to breathe...to swallow, anything to make me pull back. Her hands push feebly at my hips, her knees buckle and she falls to the ground, but I will not let go of her hair, my hand just twists tighter, hauling her up, forcing her to eat my cock. When she stops struggling, when the only thing keeping her upright is the pull of her hair and my cock impaling her throat, I pull out, long strings of drool connecting us together. The sight is so hot that I have to stroke my cock, watching as she falls to the ground, heaving, retching and sucking air into her burning lungs. I smile, oh yes, she is the One. I reach for the switch, pulled just hours ago from the very tree that she had been tethered to, and I let it swish letting her hear how it cuts into the fabric of the air. She is still coughing, gasping and holding her throat, salty fear still slipping over her cheeks. She is right to be afraid, I have just begun to show her how much I need her body. I pace around her, tightening circles, swinging the switch, and then with a flick of my wrist it lands on a quivering breast. Her scream rings out and I stop, staring down at her, “What did I tell you about noise?” I bring the switch down on her body, not caring where it lands as she twists and turns, attempting to move out of the way. Her body marks with long red streaks, her breasts, her thighs, her ass cheeks, whatever part of her body turns my way, I let the thin branch kiss her flesh. I admire her silence, it is almost noble, the way she takes the punishment without giving voice to the pain. As I raise the switch for one last smack, she turns, loses her balance and there...in all its pink glistening glory is her tender pussy, spread wide as she struggles to move. Our eyes connect and I can see the stark fear as she realizes what she has exposed to me. The thin wood whistles as it snaps through the air and with a plop it lands in the folds, a wet sound as it gives her the most intimate of kisses. My own breathing is ragged as I watch her body contort, her face a mask of pain, her trembling limbs refusing to still as she rolls and writhes, a whimper escaping her pretty lips. I drop to my knees, grab her hands and wind the leash around them, tightly securing them to her collar. I lean down, pushing her thighs wide, inspecting the flesh so recently flayed. My fingers tracing the thin red line, so angry looking nestled along the pretty pink nether lips. I shiver, imagining how it must have felt. Goose bumps rising on my body, I rub at her clit, amazed at how wet she is, given the circumstances. Her legs are trembling, entire body shaking as I reach for the switch, I must see if she will lay still, one more smack. Standing above her, I look her in the eyes, “Just one more, if you will stay still, spread those milky thighs wide, and ask me to whip your pussy. Do you understand?” Her nostrils flared as she stares back up at me, “Please no. Please don't.” I smile, leaning down, I kiss her full on the lips, “That was so close, your voice is made for begging, now beg me for the switch, beg for it, or feel its kiss a dozen times.” She sobs, openly, loud wet gurgling sobs as she drools, her nose running from the effort of crying and I wait, patiently, staring at her, waiting for her to beg for the pain. Long minutes pass, and at last, she lays back, spreads her thighs, and says in a whisper, “Please whip my pussy.” Just those four words, and my cock starts dripping its precum. I run my finger along my slit, scooping out the wet and rub it across her lips, “Such a good girl, taste my sex, taste how much I need you.” As her tongue snakes forward to taste me, I raise the switch, high above my head, and taking careful aim bring it down on her open pussy. The rewards are immediate, her body fairly leaps off the ground, her legs closing instinctively and as she lies on the ground, writhing, I watch amazed as she cums, her pussy pouring out sweet juice. Her nipples are swollen, I can see the beating of her heart pulsing in those rock hard pebbles as she lets the pain wash over her. She is the One, my cock knows. I drop to my knees, pushing her thighs wide and trace the second angry line, it stops at her clit, and I realize that my aim was truly guided well, the tip of the branch landed squarely on her swollen nub. I can just make out the tiny welt that raises on the trembling piece of flesh. My fingers stroke her clit, a little hard on of her own, rubbing faster, watching her face contort from pain to pleasure. She lifts her hips, bringing her pussy closer to me. I slip two fingers inside, sighing as the heat engulfs me, her walls sucking at my fingers, demanding them deeper. I add a third, finger fucking her, curling my fingers to graze her front wall. I watch her face, able to tell when my fingers have found the right spot and I hammer in and out, tweaking that gspot deep inside. She starts to moan, rocking her hips, and I smile. My hand a blur as it fucks her pussy, adding a fourth finger, her cunt squeezing down, hurting my hand...I slap her ass....”Relax, let me in.” and for a moment she does, four fingers slip in, the natural lubes letting me slide...and then, she contracts her cunt, squeezing my fingers. My free hand falls over and over on her inner thigh...commanding her to relax. At last, she manages to bring her wilful cunt under control and I slip my thumb inside her opening, twisting my hand, pushing hard, force feeding her pussy. Her breaths are loud, and I see fresh tears tracking over her cheeks, her face crimson as at last, with a squelching sucking sound, my hand pushes in, my wrist being kissed by those pretty petals in full blossom. Clenching my fingers into a fist, I pull back, her body contorting once again as her muscles contract, refusing to open up to release my fist. I grind my knuckles over her gspot, hard, fast, brutal as I fist fuck her. In and out, twisting to let her feel the full roll of my knuckles, watching her face. Pain or pleasure, it's hard to tell, and it doesn't really matter because this is for me. This is my pleasure, watching her, powerless as I take what I want. My arm like a machined piston, in and out, her body being pulled back and pushed forward with the force of my fist in her quivering quim. The sound of her fluids sloshing inside her get louder as her pussy just keeps oozing more, and my hand batters her insides until with a scream, she cums. I can feel the rush, the heat as a torrent of sweet girl cum gushes out around my wrist, splashing my chest, dripping down onto my rock hard cock...and still I hammer away inside, demanding more. She lies on the ground, wild eyed, panting and gasping, her scream stilled by the fact that she has run out of air and is trying desperately to breathe in while her body is riddled with pain, with pleasure. I smile, knowing how sweet this will be, how tight that dark hole will be, how much it will pleasure me, and pain her. I refuse to unclench my hand, pulling it backwards, twisting it and rolling it inside her battered pussy. She opens her mouth to scream and I reach for the switch, swish it through the air and with a growl she lays back, her hands fluttering uselessly at her neck. She stares at me, and finally I get my fist out, it pulls out with a squelching sound, and I watch as her pussy quivers and twitches. I stare into her eyes, and smiling, I ask, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” I know the answer before the word. “No!” drops from her lips, she is wide eyed, and showing more fight than at any point so far. She rolls over onto her belly and uses her feet to propel herself forward, frantic to get away. I laugh out loud, “That is exactly the position I wanted you in...save your strength, you're going to need it for later. I am going to take your ass, rip into you and you will feel like you are dying, for a few minutes, and then, you will beg me for more.” I grab her by her hair, drag her upright and then quickly bend her over a fallen tree trunk. Her head and upper body swaying, her ass perfectly poised and at the right height. My cock needing this, I grab my rod in one hand, and spread her cheeks wide with the other, drag my cock along her slit, collecting some lube and let the hard tip nestle at that lovely rosebud. “Take a deep breath...and this time, scream if you can...because I ...” with a grunt I thrust my hips, leaning my full body weight against her pucker. There is no give at all and my cock aches with need, my heavy balls pulling up, wanting to release. Moving my hips side to side, I use both hands to spread those cheeks wide and with a forward thrust, I can feel her sphincter opening, inviting me in to the warm depths of her tightest of holes. Her scream is drowned out by the sound of my own cries of pleasure. My voice ringing clear in the night air, my hips fucking her ass, pounding her with the ferocity of an animal. Grunting as I drive deep, my seed releasing, pumped into her convulsing bowels, my spunk filling her. Balls emptying painfully as my orgasm leaves me weak and sweaty, leaning over her used form, I can hear her laboured breathing, her whimpers and I kiss the tender flesh at the junction of neck and shoulder. She moves beneath me and as my cock slips free, I mark my property, sinking my teeth into that tender flesh, scissoring my teeth and with a thin wail, she faints, her body refusing to take any more pain. I clean myself up, removing all traces of the evening from the ground. I dress and pick up her prone body, cradling her lovingly, she is the One. Walking carefully, not wanting her to awaken, I place her in her car, fasten the belt around her naked body, inhaling the sweet scent, smiling as the dribble of cum leaks from her ass, from her pussy, pooling on the car seat. Kissing her cheek, such a sweet treasure she has bestowed upon me, I lock her doors, I don't want anyone else to take advantage of her and with a smile I whistle as I walk away. Taken You've been on my mind without fail for days. The things I want to share with you, do to you, are overwhelming at times: visions and desire that strike me so suddenly and vividly that it nears bringing me to my knees. I wish to take you, to own you utterly and without question. Just as strongly, I wish to give myself to you completely. I want you bound face down to a bed, cuffed spread eagle. Gagged, blindfolded, not a single scrap of clothing. I will touch you, so very softly. No other motion or contact but my fingertips as I walk around the bed. I want to see the goose bumps rise on your flesh, watch your muscles twitch in reaction and anticipation. Will you gasp at my touch? I will kneel between your legs, not touching you with anything more than my fingertips, and drink in the sight of your body. I will kiss your calves, just as softly as I touched you before. Lips, tongue and fingertips, I will trace your legs until you are squirming. I will bite your ass, hard, just where it curves to meet your thigh. I revel in the urge to bring my teeth together around your flesh, to truly mark you and leave the scar behind. When you cry out, I will release you, licking that spot to sooth the pain. I will lean my weight against your body, licking a slow path along your spine as I align my body with yours. I will lay my arms along yours, grazing your skin with my nails, teasing along and between your fingers, down your wrists and upper arms to your sides. I know why guys like to fuck a woman on her hands and knees... You see, men have the same curve to the waist and hip that women have, and it's just as soft. That spot, with the barest dusting of peach fuzz, is heaven. I want to lean my body over yours, pressing my hips against your ass and driving my nails into that spot. It's so tender, so impossibly soft. I want to feel your back arch, your breath catch and your voice rise with the pain. I will kiss the back of your neck, your shoulders, licking slow long paths along your skin, drowning myself in the scent of your body and the taste of your pain. A handful of whispered words: Suffer for me... I want your struggle, your pain, your whimpered cries and twitching body. I will sink my teeth into the curve of your shoulder and neck, deep into the muscle. You WILL bear my marks, and proudly. They will remind you that you are mine, without question, mind body and soul. I will ride the pain with you, I know it all too well myself. Each wave of pain, each arch of your beautiful body, I will be there. And when you finally give in to it, I will release you. And while you are recovering, I will put on my strap-on. I will lean against you again, to let you feel it, resting there along your ass. I want to feel you trembling beneath me. I want to feel your breathing, ragged and gasping. Beg me to break you... Soft, encouraging words. I will take off your gag, I wish to hear your words. I want you to push back against me, to whimper and whine and beg. I want your tears, your desperation; I want to know without a doubt that this craving, this NEED pours forth from your entire being. I want to know that it burns through you as it does me, that we are the same slaves to this passion. I will prepare your body while you beg, letting that need wash over us both. When I am satisfied that you are ready, I will enter you. We will breathe together, in and out deeply, and I will teach you how to relax into it, how to accept the intrusion and flow with it. I will be slow, soft and gentle until we are there, together, and you are as I wish you to be: pliant and open to my will and my desires. And then I will take you with every ounce of primal passion I have. I will fuck you until you are screaming my name, begging for me to stop, to never stop, until there are no more words and we are beings of brilliant light. I will drink your need and share my own and we will lose ourselves in this together. When we are finished, I will wipe you down gently, release your bonds and hold you. I will protect you, keep you safe and warm and loved. We will rest, I will kiss the places I marked you, I will trace your face with my fingertips and kiss your lips. In return, you will have your chance to do as you please with me, to own me just as completely. We will share this, and each other, and find peace. Taken "Where do you think your going bitch?" Dana was hot and pissed. She gave her the evil eye. She wanted to fuck her up with her fist. "Please, just put the knife away okay?" Mandy had gotten herself in a sticky situation. She got caught with her mouth on another woman's man's dick. "I don't need a knife to handle your young ass." The knife dropped. Mandy thought she were safe. Dana couldn't wait to get her hands around Mandy's long white throat. Her chocolate fingers wrapped around Mandy's neck. Dana slammed her against the bedroom wall. Mandy looked like she wanted to cry. "I'm sorry. Please, Dana, I'm sorry." She whimpered like a scared child. Dana spat in her face. She hated young bitches like her that used their young, taunt bodies to seduce another bitch's man. "Did you fuck him? Huh bitch? Is that why you came here to get fucked?" Dana examined Mandy's body. The chick was tall with long Burgundy brown hair and dreamy blue eyes. She had the body of a young white slut with her really big breasts and long creamy legs. "You shake your ass and titties on the stripper pole don't you bitch?" Dana had no doubts. Mandy had a body so tender and ripe. "Is that where you met him?" "No," The bitch whimpered. "I'm not a stripper." Dana choked her. Her wrapped fingers around Mandy's throat made it hard for her to speak. Dana didn't want to hear her little white lies. She knows a stripper hoe when she sees one. Mandy was all breasts and legs at five-foot-eleven. Blue eye heifer. "Don't play with me. How much did he pay you for a lap dance?" "He approached me at the club." "Liar," Dana screamed then slapped her across the face. "I know a stripper hoe when I see one. Don't you fucking lie to me." Dana dragged her by the throat and threw her down on the bed. Mandy might have been taller then Dana but her body was still too young to match the strength of a pissed off 28 year old black bitch. "I know you take your clothes off for a fucking living." Dana said and pulled off her favorite DKNY blouse. "What are you doing?" Mandy looked horrified. "What does it look like I'm doing? You dumb bitch. I'm taking off my clothes." Dana flung her bra to the floor. She pulled down her denim skirt. "Since you loved dark meat, I'll let your eyes feast on my hot chocolate frame." Dana was five-foot-eight, mocha skinned and thick in the hips and ass. Her thick chocolate rump and cut arms reminder Mandy of Serena Williams. Dana weighed one hundred and fifty five pounds and could crush Mandy's one hundred and thirty pound body like a grape. Mandy tried to make a run for it. Dana snatched her by the hair. "Don't run. You already ran your ass over here to suck my man's dick. Didn't you? Well, he can't save now." Dana dragged her back to the bed. Mandy tried to resist. Dana slapped some color into Mandy's face and forced her to take a seat. She sat down like a submissive bitch. "What are you going to do to me?" Mandy voice was full of fear as she watched Dana slide her bikini thongs to the floor. "I'm going to give you what you wanted my dear." Dana said with an evil laugh. "Since you like sucking on things you can start by sucking on these perky chocolate treats." Dana held her perky 38 C's in her chocolate hands. Her nipples were long and thick. "No, please, I'm sorry but I don't swing that way." Dana grabbed her by the face. "You're going to do whatever I say whenever I say it. I'm in control now." Mandy let out a cry. She didn't want to get raped. "Now open up your mouth and stick out your tongue." Mandy reluctantly flicker her tongue across Dana's chocolate breasts. Dana groaned from her always wet pussy. Dana shoved her breast into Mandy's mouth. "That's a good stripper bitch. Suck these chocolate hooters like you sucked on my man's balls. Ummm....That's a good little stripper hoe." Mandy looked like she couldn't have been older then twenty two but she slurped on Dana's breast well. "Stick your fingers in my pussy and finger me." Mandy gave her a crazy look. Seconds later Dana went pyso on her ass and pulled her hair hard. Mandy got her pretty face rapidly slapped and struggled to stop her. "Stick your fingers in it. Move it in and out, in and out. Don't forget to suck my breasts," Dana felt turned on by Mandy's humiliation. She was going to use and abuse her sexy body. Take out her frustrations of her mouth, ass, and tits. "Harder, goddam it, I'm not playing a fucking game with you." Once again Mandy whimpered but she was forced to obey. She swallowed Dana's chocolate flesh in her mouth and stuck her fingers in a very wet place. Dana was getting wetter by the second. Mandy couldn't believe her fingers were covered by another woman's slime and felt disguised. "You ain't doing it right. Do I have to show you?" "No," Mandy voice was but a whine. "Yea, I think I'm going to have to show you how to make a woman come." Mandy didn't like hearing Dana say those words. Dana could really give a fuck less. She pushed Mandy down on her back and slapped her heavy breasts. "Ouch, that hurts." Mandy cried. She had a mad woman pulling and squeezing her breasts. "Shut the fuck up." Dana said angrily. She wanted Mandy to feel the pain. She grabbed her by the throat and slid her other hand between her legs. "Don't, please, I don't swing that way." Mandy begged and squeezed her legs together. Dana punched her in thigh and demanded that she open up. "Don't act like you don't like it. I bet I can make you come harder then Melvin can." Dana's fingers dug into her pussy. Her lips lowered down on Mandy's thick breasts. She finger banged her like a young sexy slut with three fingers and enjoyed sucking on her breasts. Dana felt her nipples thicken under her tongue and felt her pussy juices flowing free. "You liked being dominated by an evil black bitch me. Don't you hoe?" Dana was hot as fuck. Anger mixed with her lust. This woman sucked her man's dick. The sounds of her slurping on her man's dick burned in her ear. She could still see Melvin's long chocolate dick in that bitch's mouth. His lustful groans of satisfaction she could still hear. "You are getting so wet. I know what you stripper hoes like." Dana finger slammed her until Mandy moaned. Mandy started to cry. Her pussy was stuffed by another woman's hand. Her nipples were in another woman's mouth. Her body was over come with emotions. She wanted her to stop. "Stop crying, bitch. I know what you want. You want to suck dick don't you. I have something chocolate and thick for you to suck on." Dana mounted Mandy like horse. She sat her thick chocolate ass over Mandy's white hips. Her pussy rubbed against Mandy's belly. She exposed her chocolate pussy with spread legs. Mandy noticed the Hitler mustache over her chocolate mound and how her pussy lips hanged. Dana had a fat pussy, lined in bright pink and surrounded by dark meaty flesh. Mandy wondered what she was going to make her do next. "Why are you are looking so sad? Open your mouth bitch and suck it. You like sucking on things right?" Mandy eyes widen when Dana stuck her foot in her mouth and forced it down her throat like a harden dick. "That's right bitch suck it. You like sucking black dick right? You thought it was cute sucking on my man's dick like a fucking white whore. You know you like it. You white bitches love sucking on those big black dicks. Don't you?" Dana moved her foot back and forth. "Well, I have a black dick for you suck." Mandy face turned red. She soaked Dana's toes with her spit. "Do you want to taste my come?" Dana leaned forward and got all in Mandy's face. "Tell me that you want to taste my come." Mandy didn't answer fast enough. Dana returned to being craze black bitch. She grabbed her jaw again and violently jerked her face side to side. "I asked you a question. Do you want to taste my come?" "Yes, I want to taste you cum." "Open your mouth. I said open your fucking mouth." Dana slapped her ass silly. "Don't make me say it again. Open your mouth." Dana licked her thick lips then spat in Mandy's mouth. "That's it. Swallow it all down like a good stripper hoe." She teased as she massaged Mandy's face. "Want to taste it again?" Mandy eyes opened wide. "Open your mouth." Mandy eyes screamed no. She wanted to scream get off of me you crazy black bitch. "I said open your mouth." Dana spat in her mouth again. "I thought you stripper hoes love swallowing come, especially black come. Why you acting funny? Huh bitch? After tonight you will think twice about seducing another black woman's man with your big tits and slut dance." "I'm not a stripper. Please, stop, I'm sorry." "Shut your lying whore's mouth." Dana's hand left both her cheeks red. Dana felt Mandy's body shiver under her. She caressed her with her free hand. Mandy's breasts felt incredibly soft. Dana felt a wetness gathering between the cracks of her thick ass. "Please, stop" Mandy begged with Dana's other hand wrapped around her throat "I will never ever see him again." Dana reached back. "I won't see him ever again." "I know you won't." Mandy damn near jumped out of her own skin. Her young body shook like a leaf. Dana fist forced itself inside of her young tight pussy. Mandy screams made Dana's pussy wet. Dana wanted to punish that young slut pussy with her big black fist and laughed. Mandy's face was creased up and hollering in pleasure and pain. "Melvin always did like them thick." Dana licked her lips. She was hot and ready to fuck. "Keep your fucking legs open. I said open your fucking legs, hoe." Mandy never felt a woman's touch like this before. She was strictly about the dick. Now she had something lodged deep in her pussy. Too bad it was a woman's big black fist. "You like black dick. Your pussy is so wet. I know you seduced him. You white bitches love having that big black dick. Taste how wet your pussy is." Dana rubbed her wet hand over Mandy's face. "That's right. Be a good little whore and suck your own pussy juices." She said with an evil smile on her face. "Since you love sucking black dick that must mean that you also love tasting black pussy, right?" Mandy shook her head. "Please no, I'm not gay. I'm not gay!" "What did you say to me?" Dana slapped her real hard. "You must love sucking black pussy since my pussy has been all over Melvin's dick for the last three years." Dana moved closer to Mandy's face. She used her knees to pin down Mandy's arms. "Stick out your fucking tongue." Dana liked being perched on top of her young body. Dominating Melvin's fuck slut turned her on in ways that spent a jolt of desire through her body. She reached down to spread her pussy lips wide and moved her ass back and forth. Her clit slid over Mandy's tongue. "Don't move." Dana saw the bewilderment in Mandy's eyes as she pulled Mandy's face into her pussy by her long hair. "You know you like it. Stripper hoes love the taste of pussy." Mandy could barely breathe. Dana's pussy juices dripped down your throat. Her nipples poked into Dana's thick ass. "Don't struggle. Don't struggle. Eat my pussy. I know you stripper hoes like going down on other women so don't front. Eat my pussy right, bitch." Dana felt that Mandy was being selfish and that shit really pissed her off. She wanted the same enthusiasm Mandy gave her man a blow job with. "Awl...poor baby... Mandy has my pussy juices all over her chin." Dana said as she repositioned herself next to Mandy. "You didn't eat my pussy right so I guess I will have to show you how. Do you want me to show you? Do you want me to show you how to eat my pussy right?" "Please don't," Mandy cried. "I'm not gay. I'm not bi-curious. I'm catholic. Please don't send me to hell." Mandy words angered Dana to no end. "Bitch," Dana shouted with her hand around Mandy's throat. "Do you think I give a fuck what you are? I found your naked white ass in my bed with my man. Bitch, I pay the bills around here. You better not fucking move." Dana moved toward Mandy's feet. "Open your fucking legs, bitch." Dana punched Mandy's inner thighs. Mandy was forced to obey. Dana was going to taste her sweet vanilla pussy. She pulled Mandy's legs apart, got down on her knees with her thick chocolate ass high in the air and stuck her face between Mandy's legs. "Give that pussy. I'm not playing with you." Dana pressed down on Mandy's inner thighs to extend her legs high in the air. She took Mandy's sweet young pussy with her invading tongue. She gave her pussy an ice cream lick. Mandy's body erupted from Dana's sexual deed. She cried like a raped slut but melted under Dana's skilled tongue. Was this really happening? Did she really have a woman's tongue stroking her pussy? Mandy slammed her fist against the mattress. She felt provoked and embarrassed. " Part 2 Mandy was shame ridden as she lay paralyzed in a state of shock. Her pussy was soaking wet. Her breasts were hot and sweaty. She had the taste of cum in her mouth. She was forced into a 69 position and could barely breathe from the thick girth of Dana's ass. Mandy shook her head in disbelief. What would her mother think of her if she found out that Mandy licked another woman's asshole? Dana demanded that she spread her cheeks wide and rim her. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even noticed that Dana had left the bed. Her thoughts were with her emotions and the betrayal of her womanhood after multiple orgasms. Another woman made her come. In fact, Mandy came first and showered her womanly juices into Dana's mouth. Dana eagerly slurped them up and shot her own hot juices all over Mandy's mouth and dimpled chin. The thought was too much for her to take. "Here it is." Dana said as she held a 12 inch life like dildo in her hands like a night stick. "I know your ass know who Lex Steele is. Well, this is a dildo molded from his cock." "No more, Dana. I can't. I just can't." "Yes you can and you will." Dana waved the huge black dildo in Mandy's face." This right here can tear a young pussy apart. I know it's not too big for you right? I mean you did fuck Melvin right? His dick is nearly eleven inches." "It's too thick." Terror made Mandy's already white skin seem paler. "What are you going to do with that?" "First, I'm going to make you suck it. And then I'm going to fuck you up with it." "No more, please, I beg of you." "Bitch, you didn't say no when you were fucking my man now did you?" Mandy's body trembled from the thought of having that huge latex dick slammed into her tight cunt. Once again Dana took control and forced Mandy to blow her huge sex toy. "That's it. Choke on it, bitch. Take it down your throat. Gag on it. Don't stop. I know you can take more. Don't run from it. Suck it down." Mandy gagged and Dana's pussy got extremely moist. She loved the slurping wet sounds of oral sex. "Get it good and wet. I wouldn't want it to hurt you with it when I stick it in your pussy." The sarcasm in Dana's voice made Mandy want to throw up. This woman was insatiable. "Get off the bed and drop down to your knees." "Huh?" "Don't make me say it again." "Okay," Mandy replied as she wiped her lips. They both climbed out of the bed. Dana headed back to the dresser. Mandy stirred at her. Dana grabbed a black harness and fastened the straps around legs and ass. Mandy watched in horror as Dana then attached the 12 inched dildo in the middle. "Didn't I say get down on your fucking knees?" Dana barked. "Okay, Okay," Mandy lowered her knees to the bedroom floor. Mandy opened her mouth and took the thick black sex toy in her mouth. "Suck my dick, hoe." Dana had her left hand wrapped around the base of the monster sized dildo. She had wicked smile on her face and demanded that Mandy do an excellent job or else there would be consequences. "Come on, bitch. Suck it. Suck on momma's big black dick." Dana watched the thick head disappear between Mandy's lips. "You supposed to stroke and suck, stroke and suck. I know you didn't give Melvin this sorry ass head. Pretend that it's his big chocolate dick." Mandy opened her mouth wide and stroked the thick girth of the dildo while covering it in her goo of saliva. The thick girth and length excited her and reminded her how it felt to have Melvin's long chocolate pole in his mouth. She reached between her legs and played with her pussy like she had whenever she sucked his dick. "You dirty bitch." Dana snatched her by the hair. "Really? You really going to fucking moan and groan and play with yourself with thoughts of sucking on my man's dick. Get up bitch and bend your white ass over the bed." Minutes later Mandy was bent over the bed and screaming at the top of her lungs. "Oooooh shit...Ooooooh......ooooooh.......oooooh...." Dana slapped Mandy's ass and long stroked her. "Fuck...fuck....fuck....fuck..." Mandy's pussy set ablaze by a protruding thick dick."Dammm....Dammm....Dammm...." She took deep breaths and sweated like a pig in heat. Her thick breasts slapped violently together. Dana's heavy hands left stinging reminders of her anger all over her tender white ass. "Take this dick... take this dick...take this dick..." Dana sang. Her own pussy was slick and greasy. She almost wished she didn't chase Melvin away. The sight of Mandy's ample apple bottom ass made her pussy ache. "Oh god, Oh god, oh god..." Mandy called out the Lord's name. She hadn't felt this full since last Tuesday when Melvin fucked her in the backseat of his SUV. She lost herself. "Melvin..." She cried out passionately. It was only when Dana stopped that she realized how badly she had fucked up. "No this bitch didn't. I know this bitch didn't just call out my man's name." Dana was enraged and she knew exactly how to work off all her anger. "You fucking slut." Dana took a powerful stroke and rammed as much as that thick dildo in Mandy as she could. "It's on bitch! No more Mrs. Nice Bitch." Dana didn't stop until she reached the curvy surface of Mandy's sweet oval ass. She was all in and took short, jolting shots at her pussy. She used her right hand to jerk Mandy's head back and her left hand to spank her ass. She never heard a bitch scream louder. "I'm sorry." Mandy yelled at the top of lungs as her knees knocked together. She never had that much dick plunged inside her pussy in her life. Most men took their time and savored the sensation of her young hot pussy. Melvin took her that she had a juicy hot spot between her thighs. God, she wished he was there to save her. Part three "What the fuck is going on in here?" Melvin screamed as he burst through his bedroom door. It sounded like someone was being murder. Melvin dropped the assortment of white roses, Dana's favorite, he held in his right hand. Dana whipped her head away. "Get the fuck out." Dana screamed as she continued fucking Mandy standing up. "What the fuck is she still doing here?" "She's raping me." Mandy cried then bit her tongue when Dana increased her pace. Dana was fucking the shit out of her and all she could do was moan and whine. Dana felt excited having Melvin's eyes on her while she fucked his little cum bucket slut. Melvin was so fine. He was dark brown with long dreads like LiL Wayne. He was tall and slim with long cut arms and legs. He had a rack of muscles on his stomach and a long chocolate dick dangling between his legs. Melvin watched Dana's thick, round ass jiggled as she fucked Mandy. His eyes traveled between the deep crease that separated her juicy ass cheeks down to Dana's dangling pussy lips. The same round ass and hanging pussy meat that used to memorize him when Dana shook her ass in the strip club. He hated having to share her with other women. Dana loved fucking women. Taken "That's what the fuck I'm talking about Dana. Once again I come home to find you in bed with some bitch. I'm tired of this shit." Melvin didn't even bother to take off his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants and shoes. "Help me....Help me...Help me...." Mandy could barely form words. "Shut up bitch. He can't save you from me." Dana shouted and smacked Mandy's ass. Melvin walked up to Dana's back and wrapped his long right arm around her throat as his semi hard dick poked at her ass. Her thick ass bounced against his emerging dick. He wasn't surprised to find Dana with a wet pussy. He grabbed his dick with his other hand and slapped it against Dana's pussy. "Throw her ass on the bed and fuck her on top." Dana licked her thick lips and withdrew. "Get your ass on the bed, bitch." Mandy collapsed to her stomach and dangled off the edge of the mattress. "Help me, please, Melvin, help me." "Be cool, Mandy. It's all good. I should've introduced you to my boo from the jump. I got enough dick to fill you both very well." "But I'm not gay. I don't swing that way." Mandy was breathing hard. "That's what I like about you. You are just pure sexual pleasure desired by men and women. I told you I will get you the top slot at Luscious. Do this for me?" "Okay." Mandy said submissively. What did it matter at this point? She had been fingered, fucked, smacked, penetrated and made to eat pussy. Melvin filled her pussy up in ways that made her light headed. She wasn't ready to concede that good black dick. Dana helped Mandy into the bed and mounted her again. This time Dana embraced her like a lover. They kissed. Mandy thought Dana's lips felt velvet soft. Dana slowly reinserted the large latex penis in her and rolled her hips. Mandy bit her tongue and grabbed the sheets. Dana was crooning like a pussy cat. Mandy was breathing heavily. Melvin felt his dick thicken and stretch. He positioned him so that he hovered on Dana's back on bent knee. His knees pressed into her thighs. He grabbed his long thick dick and angled it down at Dana's chocolate slit. "Spread your cheeks bitch. I'm about to fuck the black off of you." "Mm mm...." Dana moaned and reached back to spread her thick booty cheeks apart. "AH," She groaned rather loudly when she felt Melvin's thick head penetrate her pussy. "Oh shit...boy..." Melvin was in the perfect position and used his leverage to thrust several thick inches into Dana's wet spot. He was still anger with her behavior and took pleasure in pounding his thick eleven inch penis between her round chocolate mounds of ass with force. The violent impact of Melvin's hips ramming into Dana embedded the thick twelve inch dildo deep inside of Mandy's pussy and caused her to feel a warming sensation. Dana was breathing heavily and screaming out Melvin's name in pleasure and pain. Mandy smiled. It was now her turn to be taken hard. Taken It's funny how things happen sometime. You plan things out, and sometimes you look for a certain thing but if you can't find it, you kinda end up giving up and ignoring it for while, but then all of a sudden, BAM it hits you like a brick wall. I had meeting with a prospective director the other night, and knowing that most of these guys are just a bunch of horny fuckers, I kinda thought that he'd try to get me in bed. Don't get me wrong, in this industry it's sort of expected that you're going to have to get naked when you interview and sometimes give the obligatory BJ and/or fuck, so that doesn't really bother me. Even though I think a lot of so-called directors here just use that as an excuse to get laid... But then what ended up happening next was totally unexpected. It all actually started out a few days earlier when I got a message out of the blue asking me if I was interested in being a performer for a certain production company and that if I was interested, to fill out an application and send it in. Well, that's pretty standard so I did as requested and went on with my daily routine. The next day, I get a call. The voice on the other end of the phone is a little gruff sounding but full of confidence. "Hi, Allison, I got your application and it looks interesting." I replied back, "Great! What are you working on?" " Well, I'm looking to have a set of actresses at the ready that I can call on when a roll arises. If you've got time in the next few days, let's set up an interview." He says with a hint of kindness in his voice. Always looking for another opportunity, I blurt out, "Sure, just let me know when." Well, a few more days passed and we did chat here until the time arrived for my interview. Wearing the tightest jeans I had along with a halter top that left me with a bare midriff, I took a cab over and walked in. He was standing there, rather handsome looking with a dark Mohawk and tattoos and introduced himself as Mr. Vostra. He defiantly had an edge to him. We got started with some small talk and then he asked me to undress. "Ok, little girl, show me what you hiding under those clothes before I tear em off myself..." I slowly pulled my top over my large fake breasts and then over my head and tossed them onto a nearby chair. Turning around with my back to him now, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips while bending slightly at the waist, my firm tush on full display as I pulled one leg out after another. Turning back towards Vostra, I motioned towards my body, "So, whatya think? Hot and sexy enough for movies?" I asked. He stood there for a second and I could see a gleam in his eyes, "Hmm... pretty fucking hot... now turn around once again" Knowing his eyes were looking over every inch of my body, I did as he asked, "Yes... Sir..." "You're really hot as hell... and I love the look." Vostra says with a slight growl. I ended up giggling just a bit, "Well thanks, a girl can never get enough compliments ya know? And yea, I think I'm pretty fucking hot myself..." "I bet your heart breaker huh? Leaving a trail of hard cocks and broken hearts where ever you go?" "Yea, I guess you can say that... my last boyfriend flipped out when I told him I was going into porn. Guess he just wasn't confident enough... Whatever... his loss..." Vostra took his finger and placed it under my chin; he slowly drew it down my neck in between my breasts. My skin started to tingle from his firm touch, my nipples quickly hardened from the excitement building up inside of me. "Yea...totally... was gonna dump him anyways since he was insecure....real men are hard to find here for some reason...." I said, looking up into his eyes, "do you have any other questions for me?" "Hmm, I can't think of any...I think we covered and uncovered it all..." he said while sliding his fingers over my right nipple. I let out a tiny little gasp, a brief jolt of pleasure shooting up from by breast, "Oh... well, I'm sure you have a lot of girls who'd love to be in your movies, and I just hope that you keep me in mind when you do film, or ... if you get a little lonely..." "If I get lonely huh little girl? and what is it your proposing hmm?" Taking a step closer to his tall muscular frame, I softly whisper out, "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about..." His hand shoots out and grabs me be the back of the head, my red locks firmly in his grasp and his other hand on my chin, her lifts my head up towards him, "You think you want to go there girl?" He says with a commanding voice. All of a sudden I get even more turned on, his dominating manner driving me wild with lust, I flick my tongue out and lick the palm of his and jerk my head back with a playful laugh. Before he can say anything, I dart my hand out and place it over his large bulge growing through his jeans, "I dunno, you tell me..." He pushes me down to my knees, "Well then show me what you can do, little fucktoy..." My heart skips a beat being called a fucktoy, and I eagerly drop down to my knees. Quickly unbuttoning his jeans, I rip his thick cock out, and smile, "Oh my....." as my eyes look over his fat ten inch member. Reaching out and grabbing the base of Vostra's cock with one hand, I firmly being to stroke him, and lean my head forward, my tongue playfully darts out and licks his thick cock head, tasting some of his delicious pre for the first time. All of sudden before I can even catch my breath he grabs the sides of my head and shoves this fat cock straight into my mouth, I immediately start to gag as his cock head slams into the back of my throat. Straightening up my neck just a bit, I let his cock to slide down my throat Thick gobs of my spit starts to coat his shaft and start to drip down my chin while she quickly drops on hand down to my extremely wet mound thinking of how fucking turned on I am the slut inside of her loving how I'm being treated.. Like a prefect little fuck toy.... "Fucking look up at me while you choke on my cock slut!" Tears flow down my cheeks as I struggle to breath with that thick cock down my throat, I instinctively try to pull back against his firm grip, but can't. V sensing my urge to breath, rips his cock out of my mouth, a huge trail of my spit trailing from his cock, "Ok... now for your fuckhole..." he commands out, and pushes me down onto my knees and gets behind me. Eagerly, I spread my legs out and open myself up, my hot wet box inviting him in. "What's wrong little girl... been waiting for someone to treat you like this?" V grabs his cock with hand and places his cock head against my wet pussy and pushes in. I moan out in pleasure, loving the feel of his thick shaft sliding into me. My inner walls slowly spread out around his cock taking in his massive size, "God yes... I love it like this... Being a submissive fucktoy drives me wild." With one quick thrust his cock fully slides deep into me, "Well, you're never going to be anything but submissive around me. You know your fucking place don't you slut?" Biting down on my lower lip, my lustful instincts kick into over drive and I buck my hips back into his body, trying to match the rhythm of Vostra's powerful thrusts. Gasping out, "Yes... Yes Sir... I love being treated this way... It's what I was meant for..." "You were meant to be someone's little pet weren't you.... Not locked up with some little boyfriend.... but let to run around like the whore you are... knowing at any time your leash can be yanked to serve the one that owns you." He growls right into my ear... feeling me bucking back and slamming the thick head of his cock into my pussy, he reaches forward and grasps onto and squeezes of my big fake tits. "Fuck" he thinks to himself, "this could be a new fucktoy for me. A plaything me to use whenever the fuck I want." I moan out in pure pleasure, his words speaking to my true inner self, driving me over the edge, I suddenly scream out, and a thousand jolts of ecstasy shoot up my spine and throughout my body. The inner walls of my pussy tighten up around his throbbing cock, as my juices freely start to flow down my thighs and onto his jeans. "Oh I see that is what you want isn't it Allison?... You wanna be someone's little pet... To have that freedom and know you could be jerked back and taken" Growling, he leans forward and bites against my neck marking my flesh as if branding me as his toy, while his thick cock continues to slam into me. "Well girl, maybe I'll let you be one of my pets. With a pretty little collar around your slutty cock filled throat." "Yes, fuck yes... I'd love that!" "Beg for me whore! Beg to be owned by me!" I slam my body back into him, taking every last inch of his throbbing cock into my body, totally taking things way to fast, but not giving a fuck. "Please Sir; let me be your little slave... I'd love to be property." The walls of my pussy start to tighten up again as I get ready to explode in pleasure once more.... He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up. Still impaled upon his cock he lays me on my side and continues to fuck me. "Your mine now! I'm going to cum inside of you and I don't give a shit if it knocks you up or not!" He growls, using her on the floor like a piece of meat. "From now on call me Master" "Yes Master!" I scream out, not really knowing who this guy is but that instantly he looked into my soul and took command of me. It was something that I've been looking for all my life and I couldn't resist him. I dug my nails into the dirty carpet and lost control of the pressure that had built up inside of me and came again. "I'll be your little fucktoy Master, I will..." I just didn't care anymore. All I knew was that I wanted to please him and let him use me for his pleasure. Grabbing onto me once again, he effortlessly lifts me up and lets me get on top. "Now ride me slut and tell me who owns you." "You do Master." I scream out. Sensing his cock start to throb and twitch inside of me, I tighten up my pussy around his shaft as I bounce on his cock, my breasts heaving up and down. "Now ride your Master, earn my seed inside of you" "Yes Master, Please cum in me." I moan out while riding V's sticky cock. I grind my hips around and around, over and over as I finally feel him tense up and explode inside of me. "Oh... fuck!" He screams out, shooting his thick load of cum inside of me. His back arches and he digs his hands into my tiny little waste, squeezing as hard as he can. I tighten up around him, loving the feeling of his seed shooting up in me. We slowly start to come down from our lustful highs and I collapse into his strong muscular arms, his still erect cock inside of me. "Shit. What A good little fucktoy you are Allison. I can't believe that you haven't been grabbed up yet." Catching my breath, I slowly gather my thoughts, "I'm not sure Master... I guess I've just been unlucky in that regards..." she says softly, "But you must have so many other girls already though..." "Actually I only have one girl collared.... and she's more for protection and I rarely if ever see her... I do have a few fucktoys as you would expect from my position. And now for you Allison, are you ready to feel a collar on your throat?" Taken Prologue: Sage pulled her jacket tighter around her body as she trudged her way to the parking garage from the hospital where she worked. At 21, Sage was already a Licensed Practical Nurse and was in classes to get her RN. A lot of people would say that she was very fortunate to live the life she lived: She was raised by her grandparents who loved her very much, she was smart, and she was engaged to the love of her young life: Malachi Pittman. Sage stood at about 5'7 with a small waist, round ass, and firm 36C breasts. Her brown skin was smooth and flawless, though small freckles dotted her button nose and cheeks, big hazel eyes, and shoulder-length, curly hair. Not only did she have a beautiful exterior, she was sweet and caring as well. Malachi was constantly reminded that he was lucky to have her as his fiancée by the looks that Sage received from men and women alike when they were out together. Though he was not lacking in the looks department at all with his solid, dark body and handsome face. It was very dark outside, Sage had just finished working a twelve-hour shift, barely missing the time for the night shuttle that transported employees from the hospital to the parking garage. When she made it to the parking garage, she let out an exhale of relief to have made it there safely. There had been several attacks reported within the last year by women walking from the hospital to the parking garage. She took the stairs up to the fourth floor and began walking, keys in hand, to her car that was in the corner parking spot in the distance. Making it to her car, she began to unlock it. With no warning, a gloved hand covered her mouth and a knife was pressed firmly against her throat. Instinctively, she began to struggle and scream behind the stranger's hand. "Shhh, it will all be over soon, Pretty Girl," a gruff voice growled in her ear. Not giving her a chance to reply, a rag with chloroform was pushed over her nose and mouth. Soon, she was fading from reality and everything went black... ~*~*~*~ -Sage- I was awakened by sunlight shining in my eyes through a window. I sat up quickly and looked around, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the brightness. My head was pounding and I was a bit dizzy from my sudden movements. After giving myself a moment to focus on my surroundings, I realized that I was in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed. Where was I? I looked down on myself and I was wearing a white, silk gown that stopped at my thighs. What the hell? I put my head between my knees, beginning to feel a bit nauseous. I shakily got to my feet and explored my surroundings. I first looked out of the window. The house I was in had an immaculate yard and was a corner lot. The houses around it looked just like the one I was in: it looked like a nice, suburban neighborhood. Flashbacks of the night before flashed in my head and instantly, I was terrified. I looked around for my clothes and did not find them, neither could I find my purse. I searched the room for a phone but had no success. Where was I? Who brought me here? What do I do? With no other options, I walked to the door. If I was a prisoner, I certainly had a pretty good amount of freedom. The doorknob turned freely, it was unlocked. I walked down the stairs quietly, listening for any sign of life. Downstairs, I heard a television playing. Maybe the guy was asleep in front of the television. Maybe I had a chance to get away. "Hey, Baby," the voice from last night said from beside me when I made it to the bottom of the stairs. My heart stopped... I had a clear path to the door from the foot of the stairs. I made brief eye contact with the man before I made a run for it. He was a white man with sky blue eyes. He was smiling at me like he's known me all my life. When I made it to the door, I grabbed the doorknob and was met by intense pain. Shrieking, I snatched my hand back and examined it...burned. "Sage, what's the matter, Baby?" he asked calmly. Still in pain, I glared at him. "Who the fuck are you and how do you know my name?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Oh, come on. Stop playing with me," he said, laughing. "What do you mean?" I asked, still pissed off about my now-blistering hand. "Pretending like you don't know who I am," he said, walking closer to me. "I don't know who you are," I said, backing away from him. "Okay, enough," he said when I backed into the wall, "Let me see your hand, Love." Confused by his words, I watched as he took my injured hand in his. "That's a nasty burn, Angel," he whispered, examining my hand closely before kissing it lightly, "Is that better?" I snatched my hand from him and stared at him with wide eyes. "Hell no, that's not fucking better! Who are you?" I shouted, officially creeped out. "Fine, Sage. I'll play your little game," he said, rolling his eyes and smirking at me, "I'm Shane Austin and I'm your husband." I looked at him in disbelief. "You're my...what?" I said, blinking several times. "I'm your husband," he repeated a little slower. "I'm engaged to Malachi Pittman," I said, shaking my head vigorously. "Not according to this," he said, pulling a piece of paper from a drawer in a shelf and handing it to me. I looked at it: Sage Cooper and Shane Austin It was dated for July 5th, 2012... the day I was taken. What was today? Was that my signature? Sage Austin? That was definitely my handwriting. What the hell is going on? I looked at my hand. My engagement ring was replaced by a beautiful, yet foreign wedding band. "What is going on here?" I asked, voicing the question that was resounding in my head. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Sage, but I'll play along for now," he said, walking over to me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me close. "I love you." "Who are you?" I asked again, tears welling in my eyes. "I'm Shane Austin... your husband." ~*~*~*~ -Shane- It almost hurt my feelings seeing her look so hopeless...so afraid. I didn't want to hurt her. I loved her. I loved her from the moment I saw her... She was my sister, Charlotte's nurse about a month back when her appendix ruptured. She moved around the room as graceful as an angel. She bathed her, cleaned her wound, drew her blood, talked to her, everything. She was so...perfect. She lived and breathed perfection. She was filled with so much love and kindness that I had to have her for my own. After Charlotte was discharged, Sage insisted on rolling her down to my car and helping to load her and her things because she developed a bit of a relationship with her over the week and a half that she was hospitalized. I was so into her but she never really noticed me. It really hurt me that she didn't know who I was when she saw my face... it really made me realized how much I didn't mean to her. None of that mattered now. She was my wife and I damn sure wasn't letting her go. Over the following month, I watched her... I knew what car she drove, I knew her work schedule, I even followed her home a couple of times. I saw her fiancé. He was a tall, black guy with lots of muscles and all that bullshit. It didn't matter. He didn't love her like I did...no one could ever love her like I did. I looked through their windows and watched them when they made love. He didn't treasure her or worship her body like it deserved. She faked her orgasms... I could tell. Some people may think I'm crazy or some sort of 'stalker' but that's not me at all. I loved her and knew exactly what she needed and I planned on delivering...and soon. -Sage- My husband... I legally had a husband. A husband I knew absolutely nothing about. I was taken from a parking garage and...married. What kind of bullshit was this? I should be fighting right now, struggling to get away. Yet, here I am laying with my head on this stranger's shoulder and relaxing into his strong embrace. I had to escape... "Are you hungry, Baby?" Shane asked, pulling me away to look in my eyes. He had the most heavenly blue eyes and I couldn't help but think how much it sucked that he was a fucking psychopath and that I was engaged to Malachi. Shane was actually very attractive. Momentarily lost in his gaze, I didn't notice my hunger. I hadn't eaten since lunch of the day I was taken. I nodded meekly. "Aww, why didn't you say so?" he asked, gently stroking my cheek. I fought the urge to flinch away... the last thing I wanted to do was piss him off. Crazy people are even scarier when they're pissed off. "What would you like?" I pondered a minute. "What's today?" I asked. "Today's July 7th," he said, matter-of-factly. My eyes widened, "I've been here two days? No one has found me, yet?" I asked, terrified. Shane's eyes went downcast and his irises darkened a bit. Then a wicked smile painted his face. "No, no one has 'found' you. You know why? Because there's no one looking you. You're here...at home... with your husband... Why would anyone find anything amiss?" My mind was reeling... was it even a possibility that no one was looking for me? I shook my head vigorously. No, someone had to be. "What about my grandparents? What about Malachi?" "Sage... seriously. This whole thing is getting old. Now, what do you want to eat? You haven't eaten anything in two days," he asked, dismissively. The last thing I wanted was to eat anything... I knew I probably wouldn't be able to keep it down, but as I've said before: I didn't want to piss him off. "Anything," I said, meekly, "Just nothing too big, I don't want to make myself sick." "Alright, Baby. I have some leftover spaghetti in the refrigerator. Let me get some for you. Follow me and have a seat at the table," he said, guiding me to another room with his hand protectively around my waist. Everywhere he touched me felt tarnished... I needed to get away. -Shane- I hated pretending like nothing was wrong. I hated dodging her questions and making her feel as though she was insane but I figured that the fastest and easiest way for her to accept her fate was to keep her from thinking about the past. This was now... our future. I was sure that eventually she'd come to terms with it. I was sure that one day she'd be happy with me. Mark my words. ~*~*~*~ -Sage- I sat opposite him picking at my spaghetti. It was actually very good, delicious, even...I was just so terrified that it I was having issues eating. "Tell me about yourself, Sage," Shane said, watching me eat. It felt weird being watched while I ate, especially when the other individual was not. I weighed different options for a reply. I was unsure exactly what he wanted to know about me or where the line was drawn, but I began: "I was raised by my grandparents, I never knew my mother or father. I am an only child...I think. I graduated from Kirkland High School and I got my LPN from Central Tech. I am currently in school at Harrison State to get my RN... Anything else?" I asked, taking a sip of my Pepsi. I loved Pepsi... how did he know? "Shit! I forgot you were in school. We have to call and get your classes dropped so they won't charge you," Shane said more to himself than to me. I looked at him blankly anger surging through my veins. What did he just say? Now, he was crossing the fucking line... even more so than before. "Are you fucking kidding me? I've worked my ass off to get where I am and I have some serious shit going for me right now and I have to give up on my fucking dream just because your crazy ass decided to kidnap me out of a fucking parking garage? I didn't fucking ask for this bullshit! You're a sick, sadistic, selfish asshole and I fucking hate your guts!" I shouted, staring daggers at him. My chest rose and fell wildly as I watched his expression change from cool, calm, and collected to a flash of hurt that soon faded to rage. What have I done? -Shane- I tried so hard to make this transformation smooth and easy for her and this is what I get? She hates me? "What did you fucking say to me, Sage?" I asked, getting to my feet. "N-nothing, Shane...I'm s-sorry," she sputtered, eyes wide in fear. "No, I think you said something about me being 'sick' and 'sadistic'," I said, smirking and walking towards her, "You're not sorry, yet." "Shane, p-please don't hurt me," she pleaded hysterically, jumping to her feet. I loved the way my name sounded when it left her lips, she was so beautiful. She backed away, looking around for an escape route like a caged animal. Unfortunately, I was blocking the only exit. I continued to close in on her... raw fear painted her flawless face. It was so erotic. "Shane, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it," she squealed but it was too late. I grabbed her by her shoulders and slammed her roughly into the wall. "Don't you ever fucking speak to me that way again. You are going to fucking erase every memory of whatever life you thought you had in the past because this is your life now. Right now, I don't trust you. Maybe after awhile when you've proven yourself you can have more freedom. Until then, this is your fucking life and you're gonna fucking love it. Am I understood?" I growled, staring into her wide, terrified eyes. She nodded her head and a single tear fell from her right eye. This was too fucking hot to me, maybe she was right. Maybe I was sick... Maybe I was sadistic... Maybe I was crazy. Unable to contain myself anymore, I roughly pressed my mouth onto hers, kissing her passionately. She didn't kiss back so I lowered my right hand to tease her naked pussy underneath her short gown. She fought me, struggling, scratching... she even bit my fucking lip, not knowing that she was just fueling the fire... My cock was excruciatingly hard. It took awhile, but I soon felt moisture pooling between her thighs. My fingers slid deep inside of her. Jesus, she was so fucking tight. I knew from watching her that she didn't get fucked often... not nearly enough for her appetite. There were several nights that I watched her masturbate... those nights, I would peek in through her bedroom window, stroking my cock to her speed until I spilled my seed on the side of her house only wondering what it would feel like to be deep within her walls... I wanted her... I wanted her so fucking bad I couldn't focus. He cries of defiance soon turned into hungry moans. "You know, Sage," I began, she looked up at me with lust-clouded, disdainful eyes., "We never properly consummated our marriage." Her eyes grew wide in horror... ~*~*~*~ -Sage- "Shane, please don't. I'll be good, now...I promise," I begged desperately. I looked around wildly for any way of escaping. Eventually, I settled for pleading with tears welling in my eyes. For a quick moment, his grip on my shoulders loosened a bit. He stroked my cheek, his soft eyes probing mine. "I know you will, Baby," he said, kissing my lips, "I just want you too badly to stop now." Before I could reply, he lifted me off of my feet, throwing me over his broad shoulder. I kicked and screamed with all my might but he quickly stilled my legs and grumbled that I was only making things worse for myself. He walked up the stairs and kicked open the door to another room that I assumed was his bedroom. He slammed me down on a king-size four-poster bed and began to rip my gown down the center. He pressed hot, desperate kisses to my newly exposed, burning flesh. "Shane, please," I squealed, attempting to push him off and cover my naked body with my hands. He glared at me coldly, quickly silencing my pleas... -Shane- Guilt bubbled within me as I watched the hopeless tears cascade down her beautiful face. This wasn't me... I didn't kidnap people and I wasn't a stalker or a rapist, I was the nice guy. I was the guy that girls called to complain about how horribly their boyfriends treat them. I wasn't this person but I was beginning to be. "Sage, relax, Love... I don't want to hurt you but I will," I said lowly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She seemed to heed my warning and I began to undress, keeping her pinned with a firm forearm to her throat. I could almost hear the heavy thud of her heart in the echoing in the stifling silence of the room. Her eyes clenched shut and tears continued to fall. I didn't want to make her cry... I loved her, she was the only thing that mattered to me... When I attempted to take my rightful place between her thighs, she began to panic. I wanted this to be a sensual and erotic event but she was having none of it... I had to remind her who had the upper hand. I roughly separated her smooth, thick thighs and positioned myself between them. I looked down at her and her pained eyes were wide in fear and disbelief. That was all the encouragement that I needed.. I eagerly placed my cock at her entrance. She was dry, damp at best but what did I expect? I looked at her beautiful pussy lips covering the head of my cock. Jesus, it was such an incredible turn-on. I had been waiting for this moment since I laid eyes on her. After lubricating us both with a bit of saliva, I slammed into her to the hilt. "Fuck you! I fucking hate you, you twisted son of a bitch!!" She screamed at the sudden invasion. "I know you do, Baby... I know," I cooed into her ear as I continued to pump inside of her. Her body shook uncontrollably as she sobbed silently. I even hated myself for what I had done/ was doing to her... Her pussy was so tight, it was almost torture. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sage," I groaned, still slamming into her cunt. As much as I wanted a 'normal' relationship with her, I doubted if I could ever get over the rush of forcing her. What kind of person was I? Normal people didn't do shit like this. What was wrong with me? She silently took every thrust I delivered, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Before long, I felt the tell-tale tension in my balls... I was so fucking close. "I love you so much, Sage," I declared, pushing her legs further so I could bottom out inside of her. "No, you don't," she whispered, snapping me out of my pleasure zone... Did she fucking say that? I don't love her? I gripped her throat with my right hand and pounded into her mercilessly "What do you mean 'No, I don't'? If I didn't love you I could have killed you a long time ago... You're everything to me," I growled. In no time flat, I was shooting my seed deep inside of her. I rested my body on my elbows as I continued to fill her with spurt after spurt of my cum. I pulled my blood-tinged cock out of her and pulled her trembling body into my arms... I held her until she stopped crying... I looked down at her, thinking that she was asleep because she was so still and quiet. She looked back at me in silence, soon the tears filled her eyes again. "Why?" she asked, a single tear falling from her left eye, "You're a monster." ~*~*~*~ Yesterday.... -Malachi- "Are you sure she didn't just leave, Mr. Pittman?" Officer Greene asked, raising an eyebrow. "She wouldn't do that, Officer," I replied, standing my ground. "How have things been between you two, lately?" the Officer prodded. "Fine, just fine... We were supposed to be getting married in April after she finished with school," I said, terrified of what could have happened to her. "Has she been any more stressed than usual?" the Officer asked, making notes in his notepad. "Well, yeah... Between work and school, she's been really stressed, actually," I said, rubbing my forehead. "Is there a possibility that she left to get away for a little while, Mr. Pittman?" he asked, looking up from his notepad. "Leaving her car in the parking garage at her job?" I snapped, growing tired of his meaningless assumptions... every moment he was here wasting time questioning me, he could be out looking for Sage. Taken "I'm just trying to get all the facts," he said sternly. I apologized explaining that I was just worried about her. "Keep your eyes and ears open, Mr. Pittman," He said as I walked him to the door, "We'll been in touch." I didn't know when or how but I was gonna find her and bring her back home. ~*~*~*~ -Sage- In the days following my rape, he rarely spoke to me, barely even acknowledging my presence. I preferred it this way... I wanted nothing to do with that fucking monster. When he left for work, he locked me inside like some caged animal, the glass in the windows were shatter-proof... trust me, I tried, and he turned on the scalding doorknobs as well. He had no home phone and for the life of me I couldn't find my cell phone or other belongings. At 5:12 pm, I heard the tell-tale jiggling of the door knob. He got home at the same time everyday and I learned to dread that sound. When he was away, things weren't so bad, the house was amazing and there was plenty to do. "Hey, Baby," he said with a warm smile when he got the door open... I said nothing but stared daggers at him. Hurt tinged his beautiful blue eyes and I didn't care... the bastard deserved it. I hurt a thousand times more. I sat across from him silently as he ate leftover meatloaf... I should have poisoned it. Even if I had, I wouldn't know how to get out of here... -Shane- I couldn't do this anymore... she loathed me. I loved her more than life itself and she just sat there staring at me, hatred etched in her beautiful features. "Sage, Baby, I'm sorry," I said, genuinely. She looked away quickly uttering a disbelieving snort. "I know you don't believe me but I love you so much. That's why you're here... I wanted you more than anything imaginable." "You have a funny way of showing it, Shane. Think of everything you've done to me! You've abducted me, imprisoned me, raped me, isolated me... which one of these things represents love?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, that's not me... I don't do things like this, ever. You have to believe me," I said with pleading eyes. "It only takes one time," she said, crossing her arms and sitting further back in her chair. "Baby," I said, walking over to her and falling to my knees before her. She looked down at me with hard eyes. I reached my hand up and to hold hers but she snatched it back. "Don't fucking touch me," she spat. Looking up at her with heartbroken eyes, I buried my face in her stomach, sobbing. This was not how things were supposed to be... she was supposed to love me by now. It had been over a week and she still hated my guts. "Get off of me!" she shouted, trying to push me away. A hot tear fell on my cheek. I looked up at her only to be met by her right palm. The sound of the slap echoed loudly around the room sending shockwaves straight my cock. "Fuck it," I grumbled, getting to my feet. My left cheek burned something awful. "If you're gonna hate me either way, I'm not playing nice anymore." I picked her up and threw her struggling body over my shoulder, taking her back to my bedroom... -Sage- It felt so good when I slapped him. Whatever he did to me was worth it at this point. "Shane, put me down!" I shouted only to feel his large hand coming down on my ass roughly causing me to yelp out of surprise. "Shut the fuck up," he growled, throwing me down on that God-forsaken bed of his. Hearing him curse so freely was rare and it made me feel... weird. I didn't even struggle anymore. I laid flat on the bed, allowing my brain to take me to another place... I saw a large, dark field with fireflies glowing ever so often as he pulled my shirt off and removed my bra, I saw rolling meadows with wildflowers as he unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs, I saw waves crashing on a white, sandy beach as he separated my thighs... -Shane- She wasn't into it, I could tell and I didn't like it one bit. She laid stiff as a board as I lowered my hungry mouth to the silky, smooth lips of her sex. She tasted so good it was unbelievable. She was still unresponsive but that didn't matter anymore... this was for me, not her. I used my thumbs to gently spread her pussy and twirled my tongue along her clit. Unable to take it anymore, I wrapped my lips around her clit and gave it a hard suck. For a second, I was sure that my ears were playing tricks on me but feeling her thighs jerk, I was sure... "Mmm...oh God," she moaned quietly as I dipped my hot tongue inside of her. That being my motivation, I continued my assault on her juicy pussy. Her quiet, subtle groans soon turned into loud cries of passion... I couldn't get enough of it! She was making me feel like I could turn lead into gold and it was turning me on to no end. Soon, I felt her fingers gripping my hair and her legs wrap around my head as her hips bucked repeatedly indicating her release. With a final shout, a wave of her delicious juice splashed in my face and I drank it down like the liquid delicacy it was. Her firm body spasmed under my insistent touch... This was what things should have been like from the very beginning. -Sage- What the fuck was wrong with me? I just allowed him to put me in a really fucked up situation. I just allowed my kidnapper and rapist to give me the best orgasm that I ever had. He was so careful and attentive to me. I had never encountered anything like it before. Not even with Malachi. When my twitching subsided, Shane came up and gave me a kiss that took my breath away. What was this... feeling he was making me feel? His calloused hand squeezed my breast roughly as he pressed soft kisses to my neck. I moaned against my better judgment. He sat up and removed his work shirt, exposing his incredibly toned chest to me. I wanted to eagerly run my fingertips along his smooth, ivory skin but I couldn't... this was wrong. I shuddered in anticipation when I heard the delicious jingle of his belt buckle as he removed his pants. When he positioned himself between my legs, I snapped back to reality and began to struggle. Seeing the look of panic in my eyes, he pinned my wrists and whispered into my ear: "Please don't ruin this. Don't make me hurt you." I nodded and he caught my lips with his. I kissed him back, relishing in the feel of his goatee against my face. His tongue dominated mine and I tangled my hands in his hair. I was so wet I could hardly stand it, my hard clit jutted outward begging for his attention. He pulled away, looking deep into my eyes before smiling and running his hand lovingly along my cheek, satisfied. He reached between us and rubbed his throbbing cock along my pussy. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, Sage," he said, slipping just the head in and out of me. "Ah, ah, Shane... please," I begged. I was so torn... Why did I want him so badly? "Please what?" he asked, continuing to tease my soaked slit. "Don't make me say it," I whined in frustration. "Fine. Do you want me to fuck you, yes or no?" He asked, twirling shapes along my collarbone. "Unh! Yes!" I said, unable to take it anymore. He gave me a wide grin before pushing inside of me... I saw stars. -Shane- "Fuck!" I groaned, pumping inside of her. Her moaning was music to my ears, she wanted me... She finally wanted me! "Sage, I've been wanting you for so long," I said as she sunk her nails into my back. Her breasts bounced wildly as I began to vigorously pound her pussy. I felt her body tense up as her orgasm took over. I was so close but I wanted this to last. I mean, how many more times would she give herself to me willingly? She screamed my name at the ceiling causing my cock to explode deep inside of her. "Jesus fucking Christ, Shane, you're incredible!" she said when her trembling finally subsided and then she clapped her hands over her mouth. "It's okay, Baby... Everything's alright. I won't hurt you," I said, kissing her a final time. I pulled her into my arms, content. All I could do was hold her as she cried...confusion was tearing her apart. Taken "Morning, sleepy," he said as he nudged her foot to wake her, as he did each morning. Lia blinked against the sunlight to see Troy leaning over her smiling. She smiled back as he bent to give her a kiss goodbye. She stretched and groaned sleepily and he laughed at her as he walked away and toward the front door. "See you at work," he called as he made his way toward the door to leave. "Bye!" Lia called. She lay in bed a moment thinking of how happy this man, her man, made her. Grudgingly, she finally crawled from the bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. Lia took her time in the shower, much more time than she should have. She was going to be late for work, but she was sore from their escapades the night before, and the hot water beating down on her felt too good to get out. As she rinsed the last of the soap from her body, she thought she could hear a door shut. That's odd, she thought, Troy must have forgotten something. One of the perks of working together is that they could call the other if they forgot something. Too bad their hours didn't coincide so they could ride together. So she was surprised he had come back, rather than just call or text her. She heard the doorknob turn behind her. They never locked the bathroom door since it was just the two of them. Lia smiled and saying teasingly, "Did you come back to wash my back? Because, I don't think they'd appreciate you being late just to....." She broke off, stunned as she turned, she realized too late that the man on the other side of the foggy glass doors was not Troy, but a complete stranger. Panic and adrenaline flooded her system as her brain worked out that she was cornered and naked. Surprisingly, she hadn't screamed with the shock. She backed against the shower wall, holding her arms over her breasts and body to conceal at least some of her nakedness. She finally found her voice, "What are you doing in here? Who are you?" she asked the stranger. He hadn't moved, was just standing there, his eyes gazing with apparent appreciation over her naked figure. She inched further into the wall, trying in vain to cover more of herself. A slow grin came over his face as he leered at her. She wondered vaguely how he had gotten in the house. Troy always locked the doors when he left for work. Not being able to tolerate being naked in front of this man for one more second, she slowly edged the shower door open to reach around for her towel. Quick as a snake the man had stepped forward and seized her wrist. She winced at the pain and tried to jerk her arm back, but he didn't release her. Instead he slammed her arm sidewise opening the door and pulled her out of the shower. The unexpected move tangled her legs against the shower's edge and she fell out against the stranger. He was tall, and big, she registered as even her five foot, nine inches couldn't look him in the eye without craning her neck. He still wore the lurid grin. She tried reaching for the towel again with her free hand only to be yanked toward him and then forced against the wall. He now held both of her wrists in each of his hands. Trapped and rising into further panic, Lia's breath hitched even higher, making her breasts rise with each one she took, which was not helping her cause. She tried to calm herself. How much time had passed, seconds, minutes? He gazed down at her with blue eyes as cold and hard as ice. It felt like an eternity before this silent stranger finally spoke. At last he said, "No one was supposed to be here. But I think I can still make this work." As he finished he pressed his erection into her stomach, leaving no doubt as to what his plan was. Lia turned her head in disgust, fighting the nausea that was threatening, and focused her eyes on the doorway. Think, Lia, think! You have to get away from him....and get to the one loaded gun by the front door! There were guns in every corner of the house, but only one was kept loaded. Not so much for intruders, but for wild dogs or coyotes that would occasionally run through the yard and threaten the livestock or their own dogs. Well, so much for being safe this far out in the country. Lia tried to think how to wrench herself free from his unrelenting hold. He was too tall for her to effectively knee him in the groin. If he didn't have her wrists in a death grip she might have had luck trying to grab and twist his groin as her self-defense teacher in college had taught her. At the moment, the only weapon at her disposal was her voice, so she asked with more calmness than she felt, "What do you want? Take anything. Please, just take it and leave." Continuing she fibbed, "My neighbor will be here soon to pick me up for work." At her words, he smirked, obviously either seeing through her lie or knowing somehow that no such neighbor was coming. He pulled her away from the wall by her wrists and glared down at her, "No, I don't think we will be having any interruptions today." He twisted his large hand so he now gripped both of her small wrists with just one of his hands. She winced and tried ineffectively to break his hold, but did not succeed. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved a pair of handcuffs. Her cynical mind wondered why he even had them if what he had said before was true, that he hadn't expected anyone to be home. Her stressed mind found humor in this and before she could stop herself, she opened her big mouth and mockingly said just that, "Why did you bring those if you thought no one was going to be here?" Faster than she thought possible, he slammed her back against the wall by her neck, the cold metal of the handcuffs he was holding digging into her jugular. Oh, he doesn't like to be laughed at, she thought as her vision started to get spotty. She wheezed as she tried to draw a precious breath and squirmed uselessly in his grasp. He had her doubly pinned. One hand choking her against the wall and the other gripping her wrists in front of her and pushing them painfully against her sex. She couldn't decide which pain was worse, the pain at her neck, her burning lungs, or the area between her thighs. Just as she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen he eased up on her neck just enough that she could draw a shallow breath. She took it gratefully as he leaned in close to her ear and said softly, "Are you going to play nice, or are we going to have a problem?" She wanted to scream at him to go fuck himself, but the rational, frightened side of her won out and she rasped out a quiet, "No." "No....what? You're not going to play nice? Or no we are not going to have a problem?" he questioned as he pressed harder into the softness of her neck. Choking, she could barely say the words, "I..no...problem." Though she didn't know if she meant them. He smiled and she felt rather than saw his smile as he whispered in her ear, "Good girl." She cringed at his words and tone of voice and once again felt nauseous. Weak and light-headed from her lack of oxygen, she barely registered him releasing her neck and quickly and efficiently cuffing her wrists in front of her. As oxygen flooded back to her brain she realized that he must have experience with restraining people....a lot of experience. He's a professional! Her mind screamed at her that this was not simply a random home invasion or robbery. She hadn't paid attention to his clothing before, but she now realized that they looked like military issue, only instead of camouflage, they were black. Her head was dropped to her chest and she was still gasping as he finished with the cuffs and brought the hand he choked her with back up to her neck. It was almost a caress compared to his previous abuse and she shrunk away from his touch. Anger flared in him at this defiance and he gripped her chin and held her head steady so that she had to look at him. Being forced to look into the face of this monster crippled her resolve and what remained of her mental strength. Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. It took everything she had to blink and swallow them back. Something told her that tears would have no effect on this man, or worse that he might like to see her cry. Finally, after studying her for what seemed ages, he released her head and stood back from her. He walked out of the bathroom dragging her behind him by the linked cuffs. Now, away from his penetrating gaze she looked frantically around the hall and living room for anything she might use as a weapon. Too quickly he marched her to a support column in the living room, uncuffed one wrist and recuffed them with her arms around the column. He turned and strode toward the back of the house. She wondered where the hell he was going. He seemed to know his way around the house and right where he needed to go. What could he want? She didn't think they had anything important enough to steal. She heard drawers opening and shutting and the shuffling of papers. Lia wanted to call out to him. To say what, though, she didn't know. What she did know was that she was still wet from the shower and she was freezing standing there naked. Idly, she wondered if the shower was still on. Had she turned it off? Had he? Not really a time to be worrying about the water bill, she mentally chided herself. Trying to focus, she thought back to what little he had said. No one was supposed to be here. I can still make this work. Make what work, she wondered. Oh, and don't forget the thinly veiled sexual and physical threats he made. She had to get out of here. Fast. Lia tried pulling her hands out of the cuffs. She was still a little damp and thought maybe she could slip her hands out. She winced as the cuffs cut into her hands. No. Absolutely no way she was pulling out of them. He had them so tight she could barely move them. She was still fussing with them when she looked up and saw him standing there, silently watching her from the hall. She hadn't seen or heard him reappear. Not breaking eye contact, he strode to her and struck her hard across the face. She had never been hit before and she was not prepared for the blinding pain that exploded in her head. Lia immediately crumpled to the ground in a tangle of limbs sprawled around the column. Her face felt sticky and warm. She opened her eyes and through the curtain of her wet blonde hair she could see blood dripping off her face and down her naked body. She tried to move her hand to her face to feel how bad it was, but remembered too late that she was restrained then let them fall limply back down. He went down on one knee and yanked her head back by her hair to look into her eyes. Her eyes wouldn't focus and one of her eyes was full of blood. Done assessing her, he released her and reached around and uncuffed her wrists. Not being able to hold herself up after being released she sagged and fell back against the floor. She had a sense of being freed and that she should do something about it. Run, punch, kick....but nothing would function. She felt him lift her and as a new wash of pain came over her she could think of nothing else and blissfully fell unconscious. ________________________________________________ His phone buzzed at 8:30am and he picked it up, "Troy, is Lia here today?" He rolled his eyes. Management was always asking one of them where the other was. This particular manager was none too happy about Lia, one of his favorites, dating Troy. Troy grinned with the thought. He loved to piss off management. He answered in his smart-ass tone, "How would I know?" Their manager was not amused, "Well, you live with the damn woman. Is she coming to work?" Troy responded, "As far as I know." Click. He shook his head. Guess Lia didn't get out of bed after he woke her up. Thinking she might have dozed back off, he picked up his cell phone and dialed her number. It rang out until her voicemail picked up and he hung up without leaving a message. They never left messages for each other. She might be in the shower, or couldn't hear it. He texted Lia his standard line when he was couldn't get a hold of someone. **Are you alive?** He put his phone back in the holster and went back to work. He made a mental reminder to try calling again later. Taken They came in the night. I was in bed, half-asleep, when the door to our cottage crashed in. I heard yellin, and the sounds of fightin: dishes breakin, heavy thuds against the walls, wood splinterin as it connected against somethin or someone. Now fully awake, I cowered in the corner of my bed, gatherin the blanket up to my chin. The curtain to my room was ripped away, and a dark figure blocked the light from the other room. Light that was much too bright fer the middle of the night. Then I smelled smoke, but not the kind from our fireplace that was used fer cookin and warmth. Somethin was burnin. The figure crossed the room as if knowin I was there. I managed a squeal before thick arms wrapped around me and hoisted me head-first over a wide shoulder. I hammered my fists at a leather-covered back, my legs kickin but meetin only air. As I was carried out of my home, I saw my parents lose their fight with two men. Their screams bled into my own until the cracklin of fire covered the sound. I increased my strugglin, but the arm around me held fast. And then we were outside. Chaos surrounded us. Burnin. Pillagin. Killin. I didna know if the screamin that filled my head was my own anymore. My captor mounted a horse. My body jarred against his as he swung me down and seated me on the saddle so I was facin forward. Fer the briefest moments, I stared at my village...or what remained of it. Every buildin was on fire. Men on horseback galloped through the smoke and flames, their images flickerin as if in slow motion. Most of em were not alone on their mounts. The horse beneath me snorted, the reins jerked, and then we were facin the other direction. With another jerk, we galloped off into the darkness, the thunderin of hooves below and behind us on the dirt road fillin the night. Who were these men? Why did they kill my family? Why did they burn my village? What did they want? And what would become of me now? The only sure thing was that everythin I had known was gone. When my throat had gone raw from screamin, silent tears coursed down my cheeks. The steady rhythm of the horse, and the warm body behind me eventually lulled me to sleep. I fought it off as long as I could, but I was exhausted. Even if I could escape, there was nothin to go back to now. ### Sunlight warmed my face. I slowly pried my eyelids open. I was sittin on the ground, leanin against a tree trunk. Nearby, men with thick-soled shoes that laced up their calves, kilts made of unfamiliar tartans, and leather vests that covered their broad backs and chests roamed around, packin up a campsite. Apparently we'd stopped and I'd slept through the night. I arched my back, groanin at the stiffness I suddenly felt. I raised my hand to brush my hair out of my eyes and choked back a gasp at seein my wrists bound together. The end of the rope was tethered to a stake they'd driven into the tree trunk. "Eat! We're movin soon." A gruff voice barked at me. A lump of bread was shoved into my hands. I blinked up at the man towerin over me. The sun blinded any possibility of seein anythin above the mountain of muscles that bulged beneath his vest. He stood still fer a moment, and then he turned and barked orders at the other men. The bread was dry and tasteless, but I ate it anyway. I didna know when I would get my next meal. It would be stupid to not take advantage of what had been generously given to me. From where I sat, I couldna tell if there were any other captives in our group. We'd heard of the men who travelled the land conquerin kingdoms, but I'd never heard of them kidnappin lasses. The elders in my village had always thought we were beyond bein attacked. We owed no allegiance to any one ruler, therefore our neutrality usually meant there was no concern of threat. Apparently we'd all been wrong. I was yanked out of my daydream and onto my feet. The rope was removed from the tree, and I was led toward a grazin horse. Strong hands lifted me into the saddle. The end of the rope was wrapped around the horn, and a man settled in behind me. The pungent smell of animals and unwashed men filled my head. There was nothin to see but trees around us, horses and riders before us, and clear sky above. The sound of rushin water could be heard through the foliage, but I couldna tell from which direction it came. It wouldna have mattered as I didna even know where we were. We rode most of the day, stoppin only once fer the horses to drink from a stream. I counted three other lasses but none that I recognized. The men musta attacked other villages and be travelin in multiple groups, spreadin out to wherever we were headin. The other lasses stared at me, but none of us made any attempt to speak. We camped at night, and I was secured to a tree trunk again while I slept. In the mornin, I was givin another chunk of bread—my only food since the previous day—before we mounted up and moved out once more. Three days later, instead of campin at night, we kept ridin. I drifted off to sleep, the moon bright overhead. But I was dragged back to consciousness with the sound of hootin and hollarin. I blinked and stared as we approached a castle, the stone fortress risin high into the night sky. From our distance it looked cold and menacin. A hard knot settled in my stomach as we rode closer. This was my new home. There was nothin to go back to. And I wondered if I would survive much longer to miss what I once held dear. ### Through the haze in my head and the cacophony of whimpers around me, I heard a clankin sound unique to irons bein locked. Over and over again. It echoed until I wasna sure if twas still happenin or just in my head. Upon our arrival at the castle, we had met up with another caravan who had already dismounted with their two captives. Both lasses appeared younger than myself. We were marched down to the dungeon, shackled in separate cells, and left to await our fates. I lost count of the days and when the other lasses came. There were five of us now in my cell. I discovered we were all from different villages. None of us knew who our captors were or why we had been taken, but we accepted that we had nowhere to go back to if we ever left this place. The room was tall and wide. We were arranged so that even with the slack of our chains, we couldna reach each other despite bein able to stand or walk in a small area. What cruelty these men had bestowed upon us that even the comfort of another human's touch was made impossible. We only talked at night when the guards didna make their rounds. Even then, twas difficult because it seemed like every topic made at least one of us cry or feel depressed from our memories. I often wondered what had happened to the other lasses from my village. My cousins, my friends, my peers. Were they in another cell? Another castle? Or were they even alive? Tonight, a fog blocked the moon from the barred window high up in our cell, makin the air dark and damp. The ground beneath me was hard dirt covered in hay that did little to keep the chill away. I felt it down to my bones, and my whole body shuddered. Twas partly from anger and fear, but mostly twas from exhaustion. Somethin deep inside of me just wanted to give up. I tried adjustin my body to get comfortable despite the metal grippin my ankles and wrists, rubbin my skin raw. I groaned and slumped back against the stone wall. No matter what I did, it would just be another restless night. A loud slam of iron against stone made all of us gasp. Loud, male voices reached our ears, followed by the soft cries of lasses from another cell. The cries escalated into horrible screams. I curled into a tight ball, wishin I could disappear or die. Their pleas fer help filled my head long after they had stopped. And the tears tricklin down my cheeks made me even colder. I was still imaginin what had happened to those lasses when light peeked through the window. Twas mornin, and I hadna slept at'll. Again. It wouldna matter. I had nothin else to do but sit and rest all day anyway. We were brought our first meal around mid-day accordin to the sun's brightness, and ate our hard bread and watery soup in silence. But I could see the question in everyone's eyes. They hadna slept either, wonderin what had happened last night. The day passed in the usual way, the five of us dozin or starin at each other or up at the window. A guard brought us our evenin meal that consisted of the same bread and soup as the noon meal had been. As every meal we'd had every day since we'd been brought here. Afterwards, although we appeared relaxed, layin around like we were a bunch of lazy females preenin on ourselves, I felt apprehension in the air. My own muscles tightened, and I clenched my jaw, prayin fer...somethin. Anythin. The light had grown dim outside when we heard the men enter the dungeon again. Once more, we heard a cell door open. And the whimpers. Then the screams. The thought of not knowin what evil was happenin to em made my stomach turn over, threatenin to expel my recent meal. The next days passed in much the same way. We ate our two meals and lay around in silence until the night crept back, leavin us sick with worry. And we were not disappointed as yit another cell door was flung open and the screams of its inhabitants filled the night. Each day that mornin broke without our door bein opened, we breathed a collective sigh of relief. I had no idea how many cells were in the dungeon, but eventually, it would be our turn. I dreaded it, and yit the waitin was just as much torture as not knowin what was happenin. I had dozed off in the most uncomfortable way, sittin upright against the cold stone wall with my heavily-chained hands restin in my lap. My dreams had been of a warm, dry bed, but suddenly, I was cold and damp again. What had jolted me awake? Aye, I heard screams. They had become a natural part of the night. But there was somethin else. Somethin different that separated tonight from the others. I closed my eyes again and concentrated. My ears sifted out the new sound among the expected: gruntin and slappin sounds. Animalistic. They made me shiver. The fact that I could hear em now meant the men were closer to our cell. How long until whatever torture they wielded fell upon our hopeless souls? ### My answer came two days later. I had found a little rest at twilight again, as impossible as it once had been. The sound that ripped me from my pleasant dream was our own cell door bein unlocked and yanked open. Slammin against the wall and echoin into the darkness. I froze and stared. At first there was nothin to see. But torchlight appeared, pullin hulkin forms out of the shadows as they entered. There were six of em. And five of us lasses. The torchbearer stood in the open doorway, his flickerin light makin the room dance. A bulgin mass of muscle moved toward each of us. Whimpers and the sounds of rattlin chains and feet scufflin in the hay and dirt broke the otherwise silence. I had vowed to be strong. To accept my fate. A man in a mud-spattered kilt and hairy legs as thick as tree trunks towered over me, his face hidden in the shadows much like my captor had been so many days ago. I closed my eyes, not wantin to see any longer. Whatever would happen was out of my hands. He grabbed my upper arms and yanked me to my feet. My legs wobbled, especially when I got a whiff of his body that stunk of musty ale so strong I was surprised he was still upright. With a growl, he spun me around, forced my chest against the wall, and pulled my hands behind me by their chains. I sucked in my breath at the feel of my breasts and cheek pressed to the cold stone. A booted foot kicked at the insides of my bare feet, separatin my legs. One large hand pressed my hands into my back. When his other hand lifted my skirt, I finally lost control and let a whimper escape. "Aye, not so tough are we lass?" His fetid breath against my ear and cheek made me recoil, but there was nowhere to go. He chuckled low and pushed his hand between my thighs. I felt his fingers push against my most intimate place and was immediately nauseous. Then he roughly thrust em up inside me. It only lasted a moment, but it felt as if everythin was happenin in slow motion, the brutal act makin me gag. Then time sped up as he quickly removed his hand and shoved me to the ground. "Ye swore they were pure, Dandridge!" The man growled and stomped toward the torchbearer at the doorway. I gasped, realizin what he was searchin fer. He wouldna find it in me. The evidence of my purity had long been stripped away by a wayward uncle who had found me bathin in the river. He had held me down, lowered his pants, and forced his fingers up inside me, breakin that intimate barrier before my father heard my screams and yanked his brother off. My uncle was cast out of the village, and everyone was sworn to uphold that I still remained a virgin, but the damage had already been done. I tuned out the men's arguin now and instead focused on the scene before me. My cellmates were all pushed against the walls as I had been, their arms braced behind em. They were screamin. The men behind em were thrustin their hips back and forth causin a slappin sound as their bodies connected flesh-to-flesh, the men gruntin the whole while. The same sounds I'd heard the last two nights. I closed my eyes and curled into a ball, tryin to block out the reality. What my uncle had done to me had been painful. I couldna imagine the torture these lasses were goin through. And a small part of me felt guilty that I had been excluded. When the screams faded into whimpers and then rattlin chains, I opened my eyes. The men were unlockin the lasses. Leadin em to the doorway. Handin over small bags to the torchbearer, the contents jinglin with the telltale sound of coins. The torchbearer stuffed the bags into his pockets and stomped over to me, grippin my chin and forcin me to stare into his eyes that were black and round like marbles. "Ye got lucky, lass. But now yer all alone, and everyone will ferget about ye." He spat on the ground by my knees and shoved my face away. The shadows crept back in as he retreated. The door slammed shut into its frame, the sound of the key turnin in the lock. It all sounded like a lid closin on a coffin. The feminine whimpers, masculine voices, and their combined shufflin-stompin footsteps faded into the night. Everywhere I looked, I saw those poor lasses. Imagined the scene bein repeated over and over again in the other cells before the torture had been inflicted in this vast tomb of a room. I stared at the ground instead, my heart achin. I had only known em a short while, yit they had become my new family. A family that had been ripped from me once more. I tried not to think about what they had been bought fer, but only one possible solution came to mind. Why else would the men want young, virgin lasses? Albeit, they were pure no longer, but the lasses would most likely be used fer servitude and childbearin. Strappin boys could be molded into loyal soldiers. If they were lucky, the lasses would be wed first, but I was hedgin no bets tonight. Stillness returned, bringin a chill that made my teeth chatter. Curlin my legs up to my chest, I turned my eyes to the window. Soft moonlight filtered in, tauntin me. Twas a sharp contrast to the hard, stone walls of what I could only imagine would become my tomb. I wasna sure if I should curse or thank my uncle fer assaultin me. Was it better to die here alone, fergotten, hidden away from the world? Or to be forced into sexual servitude fer the rest of my life? But it didna really matter. I didna have a choice. Warm, silent tears coursed down my cheeks. Shiverin, I drew the skirt of my nightdress over my knees, the material thin and dirty, the edge tattered. There were rips in the back that had snagged on the rough-hewn stone wall. And now it smelled of that horrible man. I lay down on the hay beddin that was damp and flattened to almost nothin after my weeks in captivity. Sleep didna come easily. But when it did, twas filled with nightmares—images and sounds that I knew would haunt me forever. ### The days blurred together once more. At first, I was given two meals as before, but then they dwindled to just one, and it consisted of a measly round of bread the size of my fist. There was nothin to do but sleep or think. Neither were appealin as they both exposed unwanted memories, like scratchin away an annoyin scab on a wound that only delayed the healin. Due to the design of my cell, I had no way to reach the window, even when standin up. And while the sense of feelin small and insignificant was probably intentional, what had seemed like a cruel joke at first, later revealed that there were advantages. Even though I couldna get out, I noticed that no animals got in except fer the occasional bird that, on their eventual departure, reminded me of reality like a thorn twistin in my side: I was stuck here. Takin advantage of the lack of vermin, I dug a shallow hole against the wall to stockpile my meager bread supply. I had every expectation that my meals would become non-existent, and planned to ration my food if needed. I learned to survive on only a few mouthfuls of bread each day, which wasna hard given my lack of activity burnin off any energy that needed to be replaced. Although I enjoyed my spot by the window, it only became another reminder of my quandary. On mild days, the warmth of the sun shown down on my face and arms. But when the weather was overcast and stormy, there was no way to block the rain. And as the season changed to autumn, those days were more frequent than not. I developed a fever and a constant chill as a result. It started out very mild, but as time crept on, my health diminished, just like the muscles on my bones. One needed more nourishment than a crust of bread and a sip of rainwater—saved in the soup bowl that had never been removed or refilled—to regain their strength. I slept more than I was awake now. Barely realizin when the guard brought a meal, which, to my surprise, had remained a daily activity. Someone, somewhere knew I was still here. But it didna matter because I couldna eat. My rations eventually turned hard. What little energy I had left was exhausted when, in a bout of anger, I threw the wasted food across the room where it broke and crumbled to the abandoned spots where my companions had once lain. I knew I would die here, and I no longer cared. My chest felt tight, my breathin difficult and broken by spasms of painful coughin. I wished the end would come soon, but knowin how Fate played er hand, it would be a long, torturous road fer me. ### Consciousness eluded me most days now. Which was a blessin in disguise because I could rest without dreams or nightmares. The times I was awake, I was coherent enough to realize the guard had not brought food as my dish was empty. I wondered how long it had been since he'd been here. Maybe he had given me up fer dead. One mornin with the heat of the sun at my back and my heart beggin God to finally take me, I heard voices. Male voices. Their conversation was loud and clear. "I'm not goin down there, Tristan. Tis just more cells. Bloody dungeons." "His lord has requested we investigate every hall and room. Ye heard im, Godfrey." "But tis just..." "Do ye want to suffer his wrath?" "The cells in the first three halls were empty. Every single one of em. Why not these as well?" "These doors ain't open." "Yer a pain, Tristan. A real pain." "Do ye want to be the one to say, 'My lord, we saw no need' and then have an attack because soldiers were hidin in this here hall?" "Fine, ye can check em. I'm stayin right here." "Yer bloody well goin with me. Tis better two against one any day." There was a loud groan of disgust, then metal clanged against metal as a door was opened. Moments later, the door slammed shut. The sound of boots scufflin against hard dirt followed. Taken Over and over again, the strangers investigated the cells, the sounds echoin down to where I held what little breath I had left. Wet tears spilled down my cheeks. I was unsure if I wanted em to find me or not. I lay still, watchin the door and waitin fer the inevitable, certain that they would kill me when they did find me. What else would barbarians do? "And the last one?" The door rattled. "Ha! Tis locked. Do ye still have those keys ye found by the stairway?" "Aye. Ready yer sword just in case. Tis been good knowin ye if this is our end." A key turned in the lock, there was a moment of silence, and then the door flung open. Two burly men raced into the room yellin, "Fer Lord Bryce!," their swords raised high. I closed my eyes and prayed my end would be swift. I heard their boots scufflin as they stumbled to a stop, their gasps loud in the otherwise silent room. I felt the heat of their bodies as they crouched down. "Is she alive?" one man whispered, his voice shaky. He sounded more scared of findin a dead lass than a room full of live soldiers. I wanted to laugh. But my body was stiff from havin lain in the same position fer so long. I could barely draw a breath anymore. Maybe I could just pretend... They would leave me alone to die in peace. One of the men gently grasped my shoulder, his quick breaths rustlin my matted hair. He rolled me onto my back, and I groaned in pain. He jumped back, releasin his hold. "The keys, Godfrey! Go! Git water and a blanket! Dun let Lord Bryce know." There was a jangle of keys. The rough voice softened as he spoke to me, "Ye'll be alright now, lass. I willna hurt ye." My breath escaped in a ragged whimper. Tears filled my eyes once more. I knew not what awaited me outside that door, but it had to be better than the torture of bein left to die like a wounded animal in a fergotten trap. Large hands lifted my wrists, releasin the metal that had secured em fer so long. I felt weightless as he laid my arms at my sides and moved down to release my ankles. Godfrey returned, pantin. "Marie is waitin fer us. She has a room where we can take the lass." I moaned as thick material covered me. Then I was risin from the floor...floatin. Bein held tight against a hard but movin surface. A warm surface. Thoughts drifted through my hazy brain that I had been saved. And then nothin existed anymore except peace. ### I sighed, no longer feelin any pain and wonderin if I had finally died. "Welcome back, lass." My eyelids fluttered open at the sound of the cheery, feminine voice. A round face with blue eyes, ruddy cheeks, and a wide smile hovered over mine. Was she an angel? She smiled. I smiled. And then I blinked, her words registerin. Welcome back? Back to where? Instinct kicked in. I dug the heels of my hands and feet into the soft mattress beneath me, pushin away. Where was I? Who was this woman? "Dun be afraid!" The woman's hands touched my shoulders. I screamed, the sound scratchy and foreign to me. "Please calm down. He'll hear ye!" I screamed, louder this time, not carin who heard me. A door slammed against a wall nearby. "Explain this confounded racket!" a masculine voice roared. My eyes darted around to find the source of the new voice. The woman gasped, and then er face was replaced with that of a man. A firm jaw with a dustin of dark stubble, green eyes above a narrow nose, and a mouth set into a hard line stared back. He slowly looked over my face, his mouth twistin now, his head tiltin to the side. I choked back another scream and tried to move away, only to hit a wall with my head. Findin no escape, I curled into a ball and whimpered. "Ye're scarin er, my lord." The woman's voice was no longer cheery but shaky. "I'm scarin er? She screamed when she saw ye." A deep laugh echoed over my head. "What are ye doin down here, my lord?" "Tis my castle! I can go wherever I please," he growled. "The walls talk. Lots'a whisperin from yer lasses upstairs. I knew ye was hidin somethin from me. Who the bloody hell is she?" "Tristan and Godfrey..." was all the woman got out before the man roared again. "I'll deal with em first, then ye!" he shouted and then stomped out of the room. "And that, my lass, would be Lord Bryce." The woman sighed, shakin er head. She dipped a cloth into a bowl, wrung it out, and then approached with a familiarity like she was used to takin care of me. Before I could stop er, she gently wiped the rag across my forehead and cheeks. I wanted to close my eyes from the warmth of the cloth, but I was afraid to lose sight of this stranger, as kind as she seemed to be. Could I truly trust er? I had no means to defend myself if need be. Yit I didna feel as if my life were in danger. And I felt rested. More than I ever had in my life. "Do ye have a name, lass?" The woman brushed a strand of hair away from my forehead and smiled at me. "My name is Marie." I blinked at er, opened my mouth to speak but nothin came out. She turned and retrieved a cup from the table beside the bed, then held it up to my mouth. "Drink, lass. Tis just water." I obeyed, my throat suddenly parched. Water spilled from my lips, and I held my breath, my eyes dartin up to Marie. "Tis okay." She dabbed at my mouth with a dry cloth and held the cup to my lips again. I gulped down the lukewarm liquid, finally closin my eyes in relief. A moan escaped as the cup was removed and I sunk back into the soft beddin. "Sleep, sweet lass." Marie's hand was warm against my cheek. "Ye'll be safe here." ### I could hear his heavy breathin. It took every ounce of strength to feign sleep and not shoot upright in fear. I was on my side, my back to im. And while it would have just been easy to lay here until he left, I felt a cool breeze against my legs. Knew that the covers on the bed no longer covered em, and the clean, nightdress I wore had bunched up. I wondered how much of my skin was revealed, but I dared not move to find out. A door opened and closed. I slowly let out my breath and prepared to grab the blanket again, but there was a gasp and a loud thump, as if a body had backed up against the wooden door suddenly. "My lord! I didna know ye were here." Marie's voice was barely a whisper. "Tis my castle." The soft tone belied the strictness of the comment. I swallowed a growl of disgust. It was his fault I was here! "Aye, my lord. Would ye like me to leave?" I sucked in my breath, my eyes open now, starin at the far wall. No! I wanted to tell her his men had kidnapped me and locked me away. That if she left, he'd only return me to the dungeons to die. "No. Marie, who is this lass?" Lord Bryce asked, his voice low and even. He sounded...curious, not angry as he had when he'd first found me. "We dun know, my lord. Tristan and Godfrey..." "Aye, I know. They found er in the dungeon." "Surely they didna willin leave er—" "Surely they did. Why else would she still be here?" He groaned. "So I've inherited a prisoner as well as a castle from my dear brother. My brother who has abandoned his senses as well as his lands." His brother? I was utterly confused now. Lord Bryce was not responsible for my current state? I didna understand this inheritance he spoke of. "The bastard!" Marie's curse was whispered but I heard it loud and clear. "Has she spoken at'll? A name? A reason?" "I'm sorry, my lord. I'm surprised she's alive at'll, as malnourished as she was. Do ye know how long ago yer brother disappeared?" "No. The messenger just said he was returnin from deliverin a message to another kingdom and the castle was deserted. He'd been gone several weeks. I cana imagine what my brother has done. Why he would have a young lass like er in his dungeon. Surely he knew she wouldna survive alone." "Maybe they forgot she was there." Marie's voice sounded hopeful, which was odd that anyone would hope someone like me had been left behind to die. "But why? There was evidence of other prisoners at one time. Why take the rest but leave er?" Lord Bryce's voice drew closer as he spoke. I slowly let out my breath and prayed he thought I was still sleepin. "I dun know, my lord." Marie's voice was closer as well. I felt like a bug bein examined by curious children. Would they torture me? Force me to explain? I didna know the men who had captured me. And I didna know the men who had raped those lasses and paid to take em away. I only knew why I was left behind. But I wasna about to tell em that. Not at least until I got a better grasp on my new situation. Especially since it was his brother's castle. Who knew how close of a monster this Lord Bryce was. "If she willna speak, if she willna give us answers, then put er to work once she is well." "Aye, my lord." Someone sat on the bed beside me, and the door opened and closed again. "He is gone, ye can stop pretendin, lass." Marie pulled the blanket up over my hip and patted me there. "He's not all that bad. More bark than bite. But tis his castle now, so what he says goes. I'll find ye some clothes. Somethin easy to do to keep ye away from the soldiers. In the meantime, get some more rest. I'll bring ye a bite to eat. Ye'll be fine with us. Oh, and we must give ye a name soon. It will be no good callin ye 'dungeon lass' as the other servants have begun to. No, that wun do at'll." ### Within two weeks, I was seen to be fit enough to get up and be put to some use. I stood in the open doorway to one of the dozens of cells in the dungeon. This was the only job they could find fer me? Cleanin out the cells where I'd been imprisoned fer God-knew-how-long until I was left fer dead? I sighed and shuffled forward, draggin a pile of burlap bags and a pitchfork. At least they had given me the ring of keys. It helped to settle my mind that I wouldna get trapped in one of the rooms against my will again. I spent the mornin shovelin smashed, rotten hay and filth into the bags, tyin em off with rope and leavin em in the hall outside the door. Men would come later and clear em away. Then I swept the dirt, sprinklin evergreen needles along the edges to freshen the air. When a room was completely cleaned out, I locked the door and moved on to the next one. At dawn each mornin, I was roused from the same room and bed that Marie had nursed me back to health in. I was summoned at noon fer a meal. I worked until evenin when I could eat supper with the rest of the staff, and then worked some more until we would all retire to bed. Despite still bein bound to the castle, twas a better existence than livin in the dungeon. I had clean clothes to wear, two solid meals a day, a soft bed to sleep in at night, and a roof over my head. Plus I had Marie lookin out fer me. She had decided to name me Laila, insistin that I musta had a guardian angel lookin over me. I dared not to argue as I sometimes wondered so myself. And I didna speak besides the required courtesy when spoken to—which was rare. Most everyone just left me alone. Some of the lasses insisted on callin me 'dumb dungeon lass' behind my back as a result. I didna let em know how much their words hurt me. Those same lasses stared down their noses at me as if they were more noble than I was. How silly of em. At the end of the day, no matter if we slept in the dungeons or a bed, we were all still slaves to Lord Bryce. ### I had finished the cells in the East Hall the previous evenin. I was to start on the North Hall this mornin. Twasn't a horrible job, but it did bring back horrible memories. I cried the first several days as I cleaned up the hay, wonderin about the other lasses who had shared my cell. Were they still alive? Had they recovered from their torture? Were they livin as wives or concubines or been sold off again? And I wondered what I was to do after all of the cells were clean. I was tyin an apron around my waist when a young lass with er hair hangin down over er shoulders, not braided and up, rushed into the servants' hall callin Marie's name over and over. The older woman turned with a sigh from where she was discussin somethin with Cook. "Kenley? Ye had better hurry to yer station er I'll tan yer hide. And put yer hair up and cap on. Ye know how strict Lord Bryce can be if he sees ye like that." "Tis Magge! She's violently ill! She cana stop throwin up!" Kenley, pressed a hand to er chest, er breathin loud and fast. I hid a smile. I had met Kenley and Magge, but I didna know their actual responsibilities. Though I had heard enough through the normal chatter that they thought pretty highly of themselves fer workin in the upstairs while most of the women staff remained downstairs in the kitchens. They were also the two main lasses who disliked me fer some reason. I felt some justification that Kenley might possibly get in trouble fer not bein presentable to Lord Bryce. "Oh bloody hell." Marie pushed away from the table and started toward the servants' quarters. She paused suddenly and turned back. "Kenley, take over Magge's post. I'll see to er shortly. Laila, grab that bucket. Fill it with water and follow me." Kenley gaped at me, er eyes wide, er cheeks flushed. She stammered a bunch of gibberish as Marie shooed er away and glanced at Cook. Cook just nodded, dipped a bucket in the trough, and handed it to me with a smile. I smiled back, my way of sayin 'thank ye.' Ever since I had recovered after my rescue, I had felt a connection with er and Marie. Twas as if they had adopted me. They were my new family. And yit I wished they didna treat me so well. I dreaded the day when they would be ripped away from me. I had never been upstairs except fer the short time when I had first been brought to the castle. I had lost count of the days since I'd been taken from my family and home. Since I had been found half-dead in my cell. Yit I was in a new cell of sorts, banished to the lower levels of the castle and forced to work. Now, twas like bein set free all over again. My footsteps slowed as we ascended and passed an arched doorway leadin into the Great Hall. I caught a glimpse of colorful tapestries flankin a tall fireplace. A long wooden table with dozens of chairs on both sides filled the room. I dared to peak my head further into the room. "Laila! Hurry!" Marie grabbed my arm and pulled me after er. "We must prepare Lord Bryce's room before he arises." I gasped and tripped up the stairs, splashin water onto my skirt. Surely she didna expect... Yit we continued to a third level and down a hall of closed doors. At the very end, before a narrow window lookin out onto the courtyard, Marie turned to me and lowered er voice. "Do ye know how to start a fire?" I nodded, my heart thumpin in my ears. "Good. Light the fire, open the curtains, and fill the pitcher with water so he can bathe. The soldiers are boarded in the North Hall. Do the same in their rooms. Ye'll need to refill the bucket. Use the trough in the kitchen. Cook will help ye. When yer finished, return downstairs. Ye will be perfect fer the job as ye dun make a sound. Lord Bryce can be a brute if woken too early from his sleep. I'll worry about er other duties later." Once more, I nodded and then reached fer the doorknob. I paused, though, when I felt Marie's hand on my arm. "Ye'll do fine, lass. Ye're our blessin and savin grace today." She patted me on the cheek and then disappeared down the hall. I took a deep breath and eased the door open. The room was dark and cool, yit not uncomfortably so even with the stone walls. But come winter, it would be a bitterly cold place to be without heat or the warmth of the blankets. I closed the door behind me then moved toward the fireplace, tryin not to glance at the massive four-poster bed. The chamber was silent. I wished he'd snore so I knew he was still sleepin. I couldna imagine doin this while he watched me. Shivers raced up my back at the thought. I swept away the ashes from last night's fire and gathered kindlin and wood from the basket on the hearth. After locatin the tinderbox, I struck the steel against flint with a shaky hand only to have the flint fall into the arranged pieces of wood. The second try was more successful. I closed my eyes fer a moment to regain my composure, and then rose to complete the rest of my duties. The water jug filled, I pulled the curtains aside, tyin em off with the rope hangin from a hook on the wall. I knew I shouldna dawdle, but I couldna help starin out the window at the sunrise peekin over the far hills. Somewhere out there was my village. Or whatever remained of it. Had anyone survived the raid who had not been kidnapped? I looked down and saw the courtyard was quiet. Yit there were plenty a soldiers millin about, still on duty from the night watch. If I tried to escape, there would be no chance fer me to get to the gate, much less past it, alive. With a sigh, I stooped to retrieve the water bucket and continue on to the other rooms. Half of em would be occupied with the soldiers who would be wakin to start the day watch. The others would be empty, waitin for their occupants to return to sleep. I would have a fire ready for both groups of men. "Ye're not Kenley." The deep voice made me stumble back against the window with a loud gasp. "Ye frighten easily. Come closer." My knees wobbled as I approached the bed where Lord Bryce sat up, watchin me. The bedclothes were bunched around his waist. His upper half was bare and mostly cast in shadows, as was his face. Yit I could see that his mouth was pressed into a twisted line, as if he were contemplatin somethin. Then the corners turned up ever so slightly. How long had he watched me? My hand automatically went to my head, and I frowned. I didna have a cap on, and my hair hung down. At least it was pulled into a braid. Maybe he'd forgive me this one time. "Ye're the new lass, are ye not? What do they call ye?" I swallowed and opened my mouth, but nothin came out. "Speak up, lass." "Laila, my lord," I managed to say. My voice was raspy. I wished I could scoop a drink of water from my bucket. "Aye. Laila. Where is Kenley this mornin?" I lowered my eyes to the floor. "At Magge's post, my lord. Magge is ill." "Hmm. Ye have other duties, yit I am in need of some assistance. Please, complete whatever Marie has instructed then return here." Fer just a moment, I almost said I was to return downstairs when I was finished. But somethin in the back of my mind told me that Lord Bryce's instructions trumped Marie's. And twas better to suffer er wrath than his. "Aye, my lord." I nodded, grabbed the handle on the bucket, and hurried out of the room. The door swung closed a little too fast and smacked me in the arse, makin me jump. Somehow, I made it to the North Hall and lit all the fires, filled the pitchers, and opened the curtains without wakin any of the soldiers. The bucket now empty, I returned to the East Hall and knocked on Lord Bryce's door. "Enter." The room was much warmer now that a fire burned brightly. Lord Bryce was still sittin up in bed. I left the bucket in the hall and closed the door. Then I stood with my hands clasped at my waist and waited. After several long minutes, Lord Bryce finally said in a low whisper, "Come here, Laila." My feet suddenly felt heavy, and twas an effort to move forward. "Stop, just there. Turn to yer left. Relax yer arms. Good. Now, dun move." There was a rustlin sound from the direction of the bed. I stared straight ahead at the fire, feelin the waves of heat against my face. Fer the longest time, nothin happened at'll. But then I heard the strangest noises. Low moans floated over the cracklin of the wood. But in between, there was another noise. I closed my eyes and strained to listen. It sounded like...slappin? Taken Tears filled my eyes as images rushed into my head of the lasses in my cell. The lasses in all of those cells. The slappin and gruntin that had accompanied the torture enacted upon em before they were sold to strangers. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. I refused to give into my curiosity and turn toward im. Afraid of what he would say, but more afraid of what I would see. There was no one else in the room but the two of us as far as I could tell. If he wasna havin sexual relations with another woman... My eyes popped open as I sucked in my breath, starin into the flames. Did men really find pleasure alone? But he wasna really alone. I was standin there, too. Is that why he needed me? What exactly had Kenley's job been? I could imagine what he saw now: a young lass in a tight-bodied, pleated dress against the backdrop of firelight, er long auburn hair pulled back into a plait sans cap. Could he see how my breasts and waist were defined? As plain as I imagined myself to be, in this light I could possibly be found attractive, especially hidden partially in shadows. My nipples hardened painfully at the thought that he was pleasurin imself by lookin at me. I wasna sure if I was flattered or offended that even removed from the dungeons, I was no more than a sexual attraction fer a strange man. I closed my eyes once more and prayed that Marie wouldna notice I had not returned yit. Eventually, the noises behind me grew louder and faster. Then there was a low cry followed by heavy breathin. Still, I didna move. "Bring me a damp cloth." Lord Bryce's voice startled me, and I stumbled into a chair. I nodded, unsure if he could even see me, and then retrieved a clean cloth from the wash basin stand. I dipped half of it in the fresh water, wrung it out, and then approached the bed, my eyes focused on my feet. I stopped when I was still at least a foot away and held out the cloth. "Come closer, Laila." His voice sounded tight, and his breathin was uneven. I took another step, my outstretched hand still offerin im the object which he'd asked fer. When I felt his thick hand wrap around my wrist and gently tug, I whimpered, my eyes flyin up to meet his. They were a brilliant green yit shadowed, and watchin me. "Closer." I lowered my own green eyes to follow where his hand was leadin my hand and cried out. I tried to step back, but his grip tightened and held me in place. The bedclothes lay rumpled against his bare thighs. His thick cock lay limp between em. The bulbous head was red and shiny. The firelight glinted off somethin near the crown. I could no longer hear the cracklin of the wood over the wild thumpin of my heart in my ears. Why had I not rushed back downstairs when I'd finished my duties? What had he done to make those sounds? What did he need me fer? Despite my shock, I leaned closer in wonderment. I wanted to touch im, yit I knew I shouldna. "Clean it. Be gentle." Now my body refused to move. Surely he didna... "Like this, Laila." He proceeded to lower my hand to his cock so that the cloth covered it. His warm hand wrapped over mine and slowly stroked back and forth, wipin im clean. He groaned and his body shuddered. "Oh, that feels good. Dun stop 'til I tell ye." Gulpin back a soft cry, I obeyed. The last time I had seen a cock was when my uncle had tried to rape me. It had been too dark to see the strangers' cocks when they invaded our cell that terrifyin night that seemed so long ago. Lord Bryce's cock was interestin. Twas almost as long as my forearm. And twas as thick as the cucumber Cook had asked me to fetch fer her when I had been downstairs fer my last trip with the water bucket. I shuddered when I thought about how that could possibly fit inside a woman. I had never felt one until now, either. I marveled at the malleable muscle under the wet cloth. How twas firm, and yit the skin moved back and forth with my hand. His hand returned to cover mine again, pressin harder, wrappin his fingers so that mine curled around his thickness. My long, narrow fingers didna even meet, but his did. I gulped again. He was massive, intimidatin. Yit the size of his manhood proclaimed strength and power and virility. I closed my eyes, suppressin my own moan that seemed to creep up my throat as somethin stirred within me. I didna know what this feelin was. I fought against the desire to find out. After several minutes, I swear his cock hardened underneath the cloth. He sucked in his breath and grunted long and low, his body was stiff as well. His grip around my wrist directed my hand back and forth with increasin speed. Was he not yit clean? A moment later, he relaxed and his grip loosened. He gently moved my hand away, wiped the cloth around his cock once more, and then handed me the cloth. "Wring this out, and then ye may go." He was breathin hard again. As I stepped away, he touched my arm. "Tell Marie to come see me when ye return downstairs, and then continue with yer regular duties." "Aye, my lord." I curtsied, did as he asked, and rushed out of the room, rememberin to grab the water bucket in the hall. When I met Marie downstairs, she opened er mouth to speak, but I didna give er a chance. I relayed Lord Bryce's message and then descended to the dungeons to start cleanin the North Hall. ### "Laila. Grab a bucket of water and go start the fire fer Lord Bryce and his men," Marie said the next mornin as I was leavin fer the dungeons. Heat filled my cheeks. What had he told er yesterday? Did she know of the intimate encounter we'd had? I dreaded goin back into that room. Would he make me do it again? Did I want im to? "Well? Git a move on before he wakes." Marie swatted my arse before she walked off down the hall shakin er head and mumblin somethin under er breath. "I need a cap," I said softly, even though I knew she couldna hear me. "Dun ye worry about that," Cook said, givin me a curious look. I looked away, feelin heat burnin in my cheeks. Just like yesterday, I started a fire in the fireplace, filled the pitcher with water, and opened the curtains in Lord Bryce's chamber. As I was leavin, he woke and told me to return after seein to his men. I took longer this time to finish my chores, and stood in the hall outside the door, frettin over goin back inside. Gatherin what little courage I had, I knocked and entered when he called. Once more, he had me approach only to stop mid-way and face the fire. Once more, I heard the mixture of moans and slappin. And once more, I washed his cock in the same manner when he was finished as he bade me to do. After the third day of this new routine, I peeked out of the corner of my eye and sucked in my breath as I saw Lord Bryce with his hand movin slowly up and down in his lap. I presumed that caused the slappin sounds. And the moans. Quickly, I snapped my eyes back to the fire. Yit the damage had already been done. All I could see was the image of Lord Bryce strokin his cock with his hand. Even when I closed my eyes. And somethin inside me stirred just like it had when I'd first washed his cock. The heat from the fire was no longer the only thing that warmed my body. When he was done, I brought im the damp rag and cleaned his cock. He moved my hand up further and had me concentrate on just the top—or the 'crown' as he called it. Under the palm of my hand, a hard nodule moved back and forth. I had briefly felt it the previous two days. I wondered what it could be. He seemed to like me rubbin there as his low moanin returned. Why did he need me in the room while he did this odd ritual? Surely he could clean his own cock after he found pleasure. And by the sounds he made, he definitely found pleasure. ### Three weeks later, Magge had recovered from whatever had been ailin er. There had been whispers about "takin care of a delicate situation." I had heard that once in my village. A young lass had been expectin. She was taken out of the village and had returned some time later with no evidence of a baby, and it was never spoken of again. My mother had refused to explain the situation, but I'd realized what had happened. And it had disgusted me. Had Magge gotten pregnant? By whom? I wished I knew more about what she and Kenley did all day. Surely they did more than light the fires mornin, noon, and night. Both lasses were now primpin in a corner of the servant's hall, makin sure their aprons and caps and hair were just right. As much as I hated bein in the dungeons, I was slightly relieved that I wouldna be returnin upstairs. "Laila, wait," Marie called just as I was headin out of the room. "Lord Bryce has requested that ye take over fer Kenley. Once ye have finished tendin to the fires, return to Lord Bryce's chamber. He will instruct ye on the rest of yer duties and will dismiss ye fer yer meals. Kenley, ye will resume with Magge's post. Magge, ye will be cleanin the dungeons." I glanced at Magge. She stared at me with a grimace, er face red and er hands grippin er skirt at er sides. Kenley was a mirror image. I understood that Magge was upset because she had been reduced to 'dungeon lass' while I had been elevated to workin upstairs. But why was Kenley upset? "Do ye have a question, Laila?" Marie asked. I snapped my attention back to er and shook my head. "No, ma'am." "Ye have been promoted. Tis a good thing. Lord Bryce has taken a likin to ye. Now hurry along and dun make im regret his decision. And pull yer hair up." Marie handed me a cap and then turned to the other lasses. "What are ye standin around fer? Git goin!" I grabbed the bucket of water from Cook and ascended to the third floor. Thoughts raced through my head. Visions of watchin Lord Bryce strokin his cock. The heat that would fill me inside and out as I waited fer im to finish. My hand cleanin im up afterwards. I halted on the stairs, causin water to slosh onto my foot. Whatever would I be doin the rest of the day? Fer just a moment, I considered turnin around and hidin out in the dungeons. But Magge would be there. I swallowed heavily and continued on my path upwards. The mornin passed as it had since I'd started fillin in for Kenley. Cleanin the previous night's ashes. Startin a new fire in each fireplace. Openin the curtains. Travelin up and down the stairs to refill the bucket fer the water jugs. Returnin to Lord Bryce's chamber when I was done. My legs were shaky—my heart racin—as I clenched and released my fists, tryin to convince myself I could do this. Twas mid-mornin and a long time until evenin. I wanted to rest. I wanted to know what the day would hold. I wanted to go home. The door closed loudly behind me, snappin me back to reality. This was my home now. "Come closer, Laila." Lord Bryce was lyin on his side in his bed as I moved toward im. The sheet was thrown back, and his cock was full and erect between his legs, the crown twinklin. I blinked. No, I was not imaginin it. The light did glint off the tip of his cock, which bobbed like a duck on the water as he shifted slightly. I tore my eyes away from his private area and focused on his face instead. He watched me walk across the room until I stood by the fire as I had done before. I stopped without im tellin me so, turnin so that I could see the fire but not im. But it didna matter. No matter where I looked, no matter where I was, I could see his cock unfurled in my mind's eye. "Take off yer cap." I reached up, removed it, and felt my plait fall down my back. I twisted the cloth between my hands, waitin. Wonderin. "Ye shall remove yer cap whenever yer in here. Do ye understand, Laila?" I jumped, hearin his voice much closer than the bed. "Aye, my lord." "Good. Now be still." I dropped my hands to my sides. Then I held my breath, knowin he was standin behind me. Naked. Fer a moment, I closed my eyes. "Yer a quiet one, ain't ye, Laila?" I nodded, then realized I should speak. "Aye, my lord." "Hmm." I shivered as I felt im move my braid over my shoulder. As his fingers stroked the nape of my neck. "Tell me, has anyone told ye what yer new duties are?" "No, my lord." I gulped, crushin my cap in my fist at my side. "Well, nothin more than lightin the fires and such as I've done already." "Ye will continue to do as usual in the mornins. The afternoons will be fer changin the linens. After the evenin meal, the fires will need to be stoked fer the night. And in between...well, we'll be workin on that very soon. In fact..." His fingers slid down, tracin my jaw until he cupped my chin, turnin my face toward im. "I think I shall enjoy ye so much more." My heartbeat picked up. 'So much more' than what? Or whom? I was certain now that Kenley had washed his cock after he'd pleasured imself. But whatever more that she been required to do eluded me. Lord Bryce had a castle to run. Surely Kenley didna spend er days in his chambers washin his cock. Or had she? Lord Bryce was silent as he stared into my eyes. He circled around me until we stood chest-to-chest. His was covered in a thin layer of reddish hair, his muscles well-defined. He towered a good foot over me, but I was unable to look up at im with my chin still in his hand. He was gentle, yit he possessed such control. Even completely naked. Although I couldna see his cock, I knew twas there between us, nothin separatin us except my skirt. My nipples hardened instantly at that thought, and I sucked in my breath. "Tis okay, Laila, if yer aroused by our encounter. Tis normal fer a beautiful woman to be aroused by a powerful, handsome man like me." I snorted softly without thinkin, closin my eyes. I was not beautiful. Pretty, perhaps. But definitely not beautiful. Not like Kenley or even Magge who had silky, dark hair and olive-colored skin. Although they had an accent, they were not from these parts. They were not the typical Scottish lasses. Maybe that's why they felt more noble than I. Because that's what I was. Typical. "Ye dun think of me as attractive? Ye find me arrogant?" "N-no, my lord." My face was on fire. Oh, how I wish this day would end. "Tis not what I meant. I-I'm just not beautiful." "Oh, Laila." He clicked his tongue at me. "Come. I shall show ye how wrong ye're." He led me over to the tall mirror. His naked image stood behind my clothed one. His shoulders hovered over mine, his hips framin my hips. Ever so slowly, his fingers traced my jawline again. Grasped my chin. Tilted it to the left and then the right. "Ye have a long neck, Laila. Tis very graceful." He glided his fingertips down my revealed skin as if to prove it. Then he moved to my shoulders, his hands whisperin against the material coverin them as if he were tracin my silhouette. "And yer frame. Also very graceful fer a young lady." I gulped, feelin the heat risin in my belly, and we were nowhere near the fire. I was not repulsed by im touchin me as I thought I would be. I held my breath, anticipatin what he would do next, keepin my eyes diverted from his in our reflection. As his hands lowered to my arms, they drifted forward to brush against the sides of my breasts. My breath came out in a sharp gasp, my nipples tightenin even more. "Do ye like that?" Before I could answer, his fingers grazed against my breasts again. Lingerin. Tracin the roundness of em as he continued speakin in a soft, sultry tone that made my body ache fer somethin unfamiliar. Somethin forbidden. "What ye have done fer me these past few weeks, that has brought me great pleasure. Kenley and Magge always brought me pleasure. But I want more. I know ye can give it to me. And I want ye to enjoy it, too. I can bring ye the same pleasure, if ye'll let me." His touch pulled soft moans from my lips, which were suddenly dry. I licked at em, swayin slightly on my feet. I would collapse at any moment if he kept this up. "What we do in my chambers, that remains between ye and I, Laila. I will share ye with no one." His hands suddenly cupped my breasts. Holdin em as his thumbs brushed over the material of my dress. Over my nipples. My legs wobbled, and instinct took over. I leaned back against im, moanin louder. I closed my eyes, my hands reachin back to grasp somethin fer support. They found his bare thighs, and I groaned as my fingers pressed into his skin. If he told me lies, they were the sweetest lies I'd ever been told. I silently begged im not to stop. "Open yer eyes, Laila. Watch me pleasure ye in the mirror." My eyes fluttered open, and I saw my parted lips starin back at me. Lord Bryce was watchin our reflection as well, his hands movin under and over my breasts as if playin a finely tuned instrument. And my body sang in return. The spark within me rose to a feverin pitch. I didna know what this meant, but I wanted to find out. I needed to find out. "Do ye trust me, Laila?" "Aye, my lord." My voice came out all breathy. What else could I say? He was my lord and master. And I couldna think anyway. Especially when he released my breasts and helped me regain my balance, movin his hands to undo the apron and tartan sash that were tied around my waist. When he unlaced the front of my bodice and slid the sleeves down my arms, revealin my breasts to im. When he eased his hands inside the waistband and shimmied the skirt over my hips so that my dress dropped to my feet. When he stooped behind me to remove my ghillies and stockins. When I finally stood before im, naked and tremblin. "Look, Laila. Ye're beautiful." He cupped a bared breast in one hand, my rosy nipple nestled in the curve between his thumb and forefinger. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back to im. Now we were flesh to flesh. His skin was as hot as mine. His swollen cock pressed between us against my arse, and I shuddered. Our reflection mimicked what he was doin to me. How his free hand slowly slid down further. My breathin was shallow, knowin his destination. I hated how he drew it out, yit relished how he denied me what I craved. It made me want it even more. His hand finally reached the reddish curls coverin my most intimate place. I sucked in my breath and parted my legs, feelin the need to do whatever he wanted. He was not demandin like my uncle or the men in the dungeon. He wouldna hurt me. He wanted to make me feel good. Somehow I knew this. My head lolled to the side as his fingers pressed through the curls and gently explored where only two men had ever touched me before. And this didna feel like those other times. It felt good. Comfortin. And it stirred that fire inside me even more. Especially when he pressed one of his fingers up inside me, makin me cry out. My body took over and rocked against his hand, hearin his moans over my own. I dun know how long we stood there, but eventually a pressure built within me and begged to be released. I didna understand it, and Lord Bryce didna let up with his strokin finger. In fact, he added another, and they moved in and out of me even faster. Pressin harder. Drivin me to insanity. I loved it. A sweet smell, mixed with the musky scent of man, penetrated my nostrils. I whimpered, rollin my head back and forth against his shoulder. His other hand caressed my breast, pinched my nipple. My fingers clutched his thighs tighter, prayin fer the end. And then it came. Blissful, jubilant pleasure that radiated from my toes up through the rest of my body. I shook and cried out and was floatin. I didna want to come back down. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if this was how he felt when he pleasured imself. I was still incoherent as I felt im carry me across the room and lay me on his bed. As he climbed on top of me. As his knees nudged my legs apart. As his weight pressed my body into the mattress. As that hard nub on the crown of his cock rubbed against the little bud that he had been strokin with his thumb to make me feel so good. My body shuddered uncontrollably once more. I cried his name. Archin against im, grippin his arms, holdin im to me. Taken He shifted over me, his cock slowly penetratin my quim. I cried out again, this time clawin at his arms, realizin what he was doin. He grasped my wrists and held em to the bed. Through my whimpers, I heard im say, "Shh, Laila. Relax. Be a good lass, and it wun hurt." He began to stroke in and out of me. It didna hurt. It felt amazinly good. Especially that little nub on the crown that rubbed against my entrance each time he withdrew and then sheathed imself again. Yit I had not asked fer im to do this to me. I had not asked fer any of this to happen to me. All of my energy seeped away, and I lay limp beneath im, hot tears rollin down my cheeks. His moans started low and then increased with the speed of his thrusts. I tried not to look at im hoverin over me. So strong and powerful. Had Kenley or Magge lain in this same spot? Had they enjoyed this...this... I couldna even think of the proper word to describe it. Twas almost torture. Very sweet torture, although unwarranted. A sudden thought popped into my head. Had Maggie been with Lord Bryce's child? Or had she been with one of his soldiers? Is that what he meant when he said he would share me with no other? Did he take other women to bed? Would he still have Kenley pleasure im in my absence? Eventually, he thrust hard one last time and then stilled. He let out a long, loud growl, sinkin on top of me. The weight of im crushed me now. I found it hard to breathe, but I dared not speak nor try to move lest I anger im. After several minutes, he rolled off the bed and moved across the room to the water pitcher where he washed up. When he was done, he brought the cloth over to me and cleaned the swollen folds between my legs. The motion burned slightly at the rawness I felt there, but I bit my cheek to avoid expressin my discomfort. Then he disappeared through a door, only to return fully clothed. "Rest now, Laila. Ye'll need yer strength. I shall return fer ye at meal time." As soon as the door shut behind im, I heard a loud click. He had locked me inside. I curled into a ball on my side, pulled the covers over me, and cried myself to sleep. I had been promoted. But I was still a captive. I had merely been moved from one cell to another. ### Constant pressure against one side of my chest roused me from a fitful sleep. I screamed as I opened my eyes and saw Lord Bryce sittin beside me on the bed. A large, leathery-textured hand cupped my bare breast, his thumb and forefinger rollin my nipple back and forth. His other hand slapped over my mouth. "Shh, Laila." I tried to sit up, but he leaned his body sideways across mine, pinnin me to the bed. "Ye have beautiful breasts. So soft yit so firm when yer aroused." He pinched my nipple suddenly. My eyes rolled backward, and I moaned long and deep. My back archin out of my control, I felt a twinge between my legs. A word was on my lips. I fought to keep it at bay and failed. "Please." His low chuckle only made me want more. "Aye, just like that." No, I wanted im to stop. I really did. I pressed my hands against his arm, tryin to push im away, but he didna budge. He continued to fondle my breast and nipple with one hand. Then he leaned closer. I held my breath, watchin as his mouth lowered and covered my nipple. When his tongue flicked out and laved against the tiny, sensitive bud, I jerked beneath im and gasped. His fingers squeezed, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I couldna stop the small coo that slipped from my lips. His eyes lifted to mine and he smiled. He moved to my left breast, caressin and squeezin and sucklin on it like a babe. His body still lay across mine, heavy and warm. His long, unruly hair tickled my side. Fer a moment, my fingers itched to run through his locks. I was fightin that desire when he shifted so his stomach lay across mine. I wondered what he was doin, and then another, louder coo escaped as I felt his hand between my legs. Strokin languidly. Searchin. Pressin fer entry. I gave into the pleasure buildin within me like a slowly growin fire on the hearth. Instead of pushin im away, my hands now kneaded his muscular arm. My legs parted, my hips liftin slightly as his fingers caressed me. Entered me. Stroked me from within now. All the while, his mouth tortured my breast in the most heavenly way. Eventually, the pressure grew too much and I screamed in ecstasy. Instead of his hand silencin me this time, he abandoned my breast and covered my mouth with his. His tongue slitherin between my parted lips to lick at my tongue, his breath hot and quick against my face. My brain was too fuzzy to resist. I moaned, and he pressed harder, his fingers movin faster within me below so that I felt the sparks explode once more. Fer the briefest moment, he disappeared. Then he was back, his now-naked body coverin mine. And his cock was slidin up inside me until he was buried so deep I felt as if we were one. He remained still until I stopped shakin, and then he began stokin the fire again. "Yer a good lass, Laila," he breathed hotly against my ear after breakin another long kiss. "I cana git enough of ye. So tight, so wet. I know yer not used to this, but yer so good at it." I closed my eyes and concentrated on reachin that pinnacle again. Felt his rough hand caressin my smooth hip and thigh. His thick cock stretchin me, plungin in again and again while the hair on his chest brushed against my sensitive breasts. His other hand tangled in my hair that had fallen out of its plait and tilted my head back. He dipped down and ran his tongue along my jawline, my neck. Each touch pulled a litany of whimpers and soft pleadins fer more from my lips. My hands could resist no longer and slid up his biceps and into his hair. Clutchin the waves, holdin im against me. I found release once more just after he let out a loud growl and slammed his hips against mine, his body freezin midair, shudderin. He cut off my scream with his mouth on mine, kissin me hard and deep. ### I dun remember fallin asleep. But I stirred and opened my eyes to the brightness fillin the room. Then I sat up with a start. It must be well past the mid-day meal! "Relax, Laila." Lord Bryce's voice was calm behind me. I pulled the sheet up to cover my chest and glanced back over my shoulder. "I had our meal brought up here." He nodded towards the fireplace. I followed his line of sight and saw the platter on the table, laden with fruits and bread and a single cup. My stomach rumbled, and I cringed. "Sorry, my lord." "Tis okay. Ye must be famished. Sex can do that to ye." He rose from the bed and strode naked across the room. His arse was round and wide. Twas a beautiful sight to see. My fingers itched to touch im. I licked my lips, swallowin a moan. What would it be like to kiss im there? I gasped at the thought and pulled the covers up over my face fer a moment. He retrieved the platter and brought it back to set it beside me on the duvet. He plucked a grape from its stem and held it up to my lips. "Open." I obeyed, felt im place the fruit on my tongue, and then closed my lips around his finger when he commanded. Slowly, he pulled free. "Roll it around. Relish the taste, the feel. Press your tongue against the fruit." I squished the grape against the top of my mouth and then swallowed it. My body shuddered at the intimacy of such a simple act. At how he wielded his control in such a seductive way. He fed me another grape in the same way. Then he switched to a piece of cheese, lettin me bite it in half before takin his hand away and slidin the remainin half into his own mouth. He held the cup to my lips and let me sip. He pulled the cup away too soon, and the wine dribbled over my lip. I held my breath as he swiped his finger at a drop and pushed it back into my mouth. Once more, his finger lingered, and I closed my lips around the thick digit. His hand curled so that it cupped my chin firmly. Then his finger moved in and out of my mouth, just as he had done before between my legs. "Yer eyes are shiny, Laila. Yer gittin aroused by this, are ye not?" His voice was low, husky. I closed my eyes and moaned, noddin. He continued to feed me. He offered me a drink between bites, intentionally spillin the wine sometimes so that he had to either lick it up or use his finger to push the liquid back into my mouth. He ate his own share, as well. When all that was left was a single strawberry, he pulled the leaf and stem free, ate half, and then pressed the remainin piece between my lips. His free hand caressed my cheek. "Close yer eyes." I did, swirlin my tongue around his finger before I sucked the juices off of it. He groaned and pulled his finger free. The bed shifted. My eyes flew open to see im movin the empty tray to the floor. "Yer arousal is arousin me, lass," he growled, a smile turnin up the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips as he approached me again. "Turn over. Onto yer stomach." I paused fer only a moment, but twas long enough fer me to see his half-lidded eyes. Lust-filled eyes. And apparently I wasna movin fast enough fer im because his large hands grabbed my arms and flipped me over. Then he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back until my hips were on the edge of the mattress, my legs danglin over so that my feet reached the floor. The fur rug beneath em pressed up between my toes, and I sighed. "Oh. Ye have a lovely arse as well." His hands caressed the object of his affection, makin me shiver. They fondled my lower cheeks, just as they had with my breasts...just as I had imagined doin to im. Liftin and separatin and squeezin em together again. I turned my head and moaned as I pressed my face into the sheets. The smell of our previous encounters permeated the material. Twas a spicy mixture, and the scent of it filled my head as I breathed in deep. "I've never had a lass like ye before, Laila." His voice was quiet, reflective. His hands were slidin up my back now, tracin my spine, my shoulderblades. Gatherin my hair and brushin it aside. His fingers stroked my exposed neck and shoulder. I moaned again. His touch felt so good. Why had I fought it before? My life could be worse. It had been worse. Why resist heaven when twas bein handed to me on such a delectable platter? When he used his knee to spread my legs apart, I let im. When he stroked my folds from behind, I whimpered in need. When he rubbed the crown of his cock up and down my wet channel and that nub lightly scraped my skin, I clutched the sheet in my fingers. When he pressed against my entrance, I lifted my hips to im. He didna disappoint. He gripped my hips and held me still as he glided in and out of my quim in the most excruciatin leisureliness, as if he had nothin else to do today. All the while, his sweet words of encouragement floated down to my ears, combinin with my cries of ecstasy as the pressure within built until it broke into a million pieces. His own cries of fulfillment filled the air as he released his seed and then lay down against my back. When he recovered, he stood up and eased imself away from me. I bit the sheet to silence my moan of disappointment as he withdrew. Surely Kenley had had more duties than just this? And that's when realization hit me. I was not unique. I was just a new lass to im. I was just— "Lay on yer back, Laila, and I will clean ye." "Aye, my lord." I rolled over and stared up at the ceilin as he spread my legs and gently ran the cloth over every part of my intimate area. I dressed in silence by the fire while he dressed in a private room. I moved over to the mirror, to where it had all started this mornin. I played with the end of the tartan I'd tied back around my waist. His tartan, not mine. My family's was red and black plaid with yellow lines. His was blue and green with red lines. Twas very pretty, and it didna make the red tones of my hair stand out so much. Didna make people think I was bloody Irish when I was a full-blooded Scot. Twas surreal, knowin I'd lost my first name and now my last. Twas my own fault fer not speakin up. But what good would it do? I belonged to Lord Bryce now. I was whoever he made me to be. When I looked suitable again, he instructed me on how to remove the old bedclothes and how to put new ones on. Twas a dauntin task fer a single person to do on such a massive bed. But he was patient, gently correctin me along the way. "Take these down to Marie to be cleaned," he said when his bed was made again. "Do the same in each of the rooms in the North Hall. When yer finished, retire to the servant's quarters fer yer evenin meal. After ye have eaten, return here." "Aye, my lord." I curtsied and gathered the old linens, leavin the room when he opened the door. I paused in the hall, hopin fer somethin...unsure what exactly. Recognition? Appreciation? But he stepped past me, closed the door, and made his way down the hall as if I didna exist. Somethin in my chest tightened at the thought that I was merely a way to pass the time fer im. A form of entertainment. Yit at least I was somethin more than a 'dumb dungeon lass.' ### The next several hours passed as I removed soiled linens, dragged em downstairs, brought fresh ones back upstairs, and made the bed in each of the forty-four other bedrooms. It took me awhile to remember which rooms had sleepin soldiers so I could do them last. They would be up by dusk fer their evenin meal and preparin to take watch. Marie and Cook smiled each time I saw em as I returned with another load to be washed. Had they known what I had been doin all mornin? And not fer the first time, I wondered if Kenley had done the same thing. Was she with im now? Did she find pleasure from his touch? From his kisses? I worried that the 'delicate situation' gossip I'd heard was true. That if my rendezvous with Lord Bryce kept up, I could be in the same predicament that Magge had. I felt a sharp pain of jealousy in my chest. Quite possibly—most probably—I was not as special as Marie had presumed. Twas after dusk when I finally finished and descended to the servants' hall to sit and have my meal with the rest of the staff. No one said a word to me, as usual. Yit, Kenley and Magge huddled at the far end of the table, their grumblin carryin over the din of the regular chatter. A sense of relief passed over me, though, that even if Kenley had spent the afternoon in Lord Bryce's chamber, she was not sharin his meal with im as I had. My meal complete, I straightened my apron and cap, and then headed back upstairs. I paused outside his door, my hand raised to knock. But the door opened before I could lower my hand. "Laila." Lord Bryce stared down at me, his eyes bright. His tongue darted out and licked his lips. I followed the path with my eyes, my own tongue mirrorin his. He reached fer my wrist and led me inside, closin the door behind me. "Remove yer cap." "Aye, my lord." I obeyed and set my cap on a table near the door. "Let down yer hair." His breathin was more shallow, and his hand twitched at his side. I undid my braid, combed my fingers through to loosen the strands, and shook my head slightly. I heard his sharp intake of breath as my locks cascaded over my shoulders. Then his fingers were entwined in my hair, caressin it, liftin it up to his nose and breathin in deep as his eyes closed. "Everythin about ye is beautiful. Even yer hair." Heat rushed up my neck to my cheeks, and I lowered my eyes. "Thank ye, my lord." "Marie tells me ye dun speak much. I aim to rectify that. Look at me, Laila." I lifted my head, and the look of desire in his eyes made my insides coil with anticipation. "Come." He held out his hand and led me to the chair by the fire. It couldna be the same fire I had lit this mornin. Had someone else—Kenley?—been here, or had he lit it imself? He pointed to a pillow that sat at the foot of the chair. "Please." I squatted down and sat with my legs crossed, arrangin my skirt around me. "No, on yer knees." I stared up at im fer a moment and then adjusted my position. My eyes widened as he removed his tunic, kilt, and stockins. Each area of skin that was revealed glowed from the firelight. When he was completely naked, his cock at full mast, he sat in the chair. The crown winked at me, and I started. "Ahh, I see ye have noticed my jewelry." He spread his legs wide so they fit around my body. "Come closer. Put yer hands on my thighs." I did as he bade, watchin his cock, mesmerized. A silver ball poked out of the top and also from underneath his shaft. My fingers curled against his muscular legs, wantin to touch the nodules. To touch his cock. I licked my suddenly dry lips, and he growled like a wild animal. My eyes jumped up to his as I gasped. His pupils were black and dilated, reflectin the fire behind me. He took my right hand, and I watched im bring it closer. His cock jerked. I tried to pull away, but he kept his hold on me and tried again. He moved my fingers over the tip so that they barely grazed it. The surface was smooth and wet, firm but pliable when he increased the pressure. Then he brushed my fingers over the tiny balls in the same manner. "Does it hurt, my lord?" Never had I been so bold in this castle to speak what was on my mind. But there was somethin about im that put me at ease despite the strange arrangement I was in. "Aye, at first it did. Now it only brings me pleasure." His hand wrapped around mine, curlin my fingers so they encased his cock. I knew from washin im what he wanted and began strokin ever so slowly. He sat back and rested his hands on the arms of the chair. His fingers flexed against the wood like a cat kneadin er paws. I half expected im to start purrin. "Fer ye as well, Laila." I looked up at im, tiltin my head to the side. "My lord?" "Did ye not feel my piercin on yer quim when I rubbed against ye? When I was inside ye?" I shivered. "Uh...aye, my lord." "Did it feel good?" "Aye." I was embarrassed by how easily he could make me blush. I was not used to anyone talkin this openly about sex. It bothered me, yit in a way it also aroused me. Was this natural? "The balls are connected with a bar. Each little rub against yer folds makes the top ball move, thus the bar moves too inside my cock." I pressed my thumb gently against the metal ball stickin out of the tiny hole in the crown. His breath escaped in a hiss, and his fingers curled into the armrests again. I tried the same with the other ball that protruded just below the ridge of his crown. "And when I penetrate ye," he said between heavy breaths, "when I thrust in and out of ye, the balls rub against yer inner folds, movin the bar back and forth." I had to close my eyes fer a moment. Swallowin was suddenly difficult. His words...what I was doin with my hand...the memories of how he'd touched me with his cock. They all made me feel lightheaded. Made my breasts ache to be kissed. Made my quim throb with need. "Men like to be touched here, as well," he said, movin one of my hands to touch one of the two protrusions hangin on either side of his shaft. He closed his eyes fer a moment, his hand guidin mine to caress it and roll it in my hand. Another moan filled my ears as he closed his hand over mine with a slight squeeze. "These are my testicles. They are very sensitive, so be careful when fondlin em." "Aye, my lord." They were round like balls and felt slightly heavy, like a small stone. And like his cock, the smooth skin over em seemed to move freely as I stroked. I wasna quite sure if they were muscle or an organ, but they were interestin to touch. He let out a small rumble as I played that did sound very much like a purr. After several minutes, he laid his hand on mine. "Squeeze yer other hand around my cock while ye do that. Move it faster." Taken I obeyed...until I glanced up and saw his half-lidded eyes watchin me. My hand stilled. There was somethin invitin about that look. As if he were sendin me a secret message that only I could interpret, and he was just waitin for me to figure it out. He licked his lips. When I mirrored im, he let out a growl. I licked my lips again, slower this time, and his cock jumped in my hand. I was gettin the picture...I think. "Do ye want to kiss it, Laila?" His voice sounded strangled. I noticed his fingers were grippin the armrests, and his knuckles were white. I gulped. Did I? "Ye'll like it." He reached out and cupped my chin. His thumb rubbed over my lips until they parted with a sigh. He gently pressed the digit against my lower lip and over my teeth. I flicked my tongue at his thumb, and we both moaned. My eyes darted down to stare at his erection that swayed slightly in my loose hold. I closed my lips, suckin as he slowly slid his thumb in and out of my mouth. The movement made my knees weak, and I sank down to sit on my heels. Which brought me closer to his lap. Before I lost my nerve, I pulled free of his hold and lowered my mouth. I heard his gasp just before I tightened my grip on his cock and pressed my lips to the flat curve on the crown. Just as it had been when my fingertips touched im, the surface was smooth and moist. The metal ball pressed between my lips, and I darted my tongue out to taste im. "Bloody hell, Laila!" Lord Bryce jerked below me, his voice barely a whisper between his heavy pantin. "Please. Do it again." Feelin bolder, I let my tongue linger on the tip, testin the pliability. He tasted tangy. I licked again and then withdrew to sit up. But his hand on the back of my head stopped me. I lifted my eyes to im instead, feelin the soft skin of his cock brush against my lower lip. He growled long and low. "Tis the most exquisite sight to see ye on yer knees before me, Laila. Yer head down but yer eyes on me. Taste me again. Dun look away, and dun move." I darted my tongue out. Tasted his saltiness. Heard his growl of pleasure. "Again." Once more, I flicked at his crown, my eyes still on im, his hand still holdin my head. And a new image entered my mind. Of me kneelin before im, doin whatever he asked because I only wanted to please im. Of my own body findin pleasure in return just by helpin im find release. "So beautiful. So, so beautiful." He closed his eyes fer a moment, his Adam's apple bobbin as he swallowed heavily. I felt the sudden urge to lick it and bit back a gasp. What had he unleashed in me? When he opened his eyes again, they were darker, and the firelight reflected in em once more. Reflected the heat that probably burned inside of im as it did fer me. "Open yer mouth wider." I flinched, felt my breasts grow heavier. Was he goin to... "Open, Laila." I whimpered, beggin im with my eyes. I wasna sure if I was ready fer this. "Ye will enjoy it." His hand shifted to caress my face with the back of his fingers. I pressed my cheek against his touch and closed my eyes until I gathered enough courage. I remembered the image: to do whatever he asked because he found pleasure in it. When I opened my eyes, I opened my mouth and waited. His hand slid back again. Ever so slowly, he guided my head down, the tip of his cock pressin between my parted lips. The first metal ball clicked against my top row of teeth, and then the second ball rubbed against my bottom lip as the crown slid in and across my tongue. Instinctively, I closed my lips around im and swallowed. My tongue pressed upwards, and his supple skin gave way but his cock remained firm between my lips. "I was right. Ye'll be the death of me yit, lass." His eyes bored into mine. He increased the pressure on the back of my head until more of his cock slid inside and the spicy scent of his groin assaulted my nostrils. Then he gathered my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. His cock fell out with a soft plop. I barely had a chance to take a breath before he said, "Again." I licked more of the crown this time, runnin the flat of my tongue across im before slidin im between my lips. He pressed deeper, makin me gag slightly, and I gripped his thighs. Then I moaned from the invasion...from his insistence on bein in control. Thus he taught me how to suck his cock. He gave me directions as he moved my head up and down on his erection. Whispered encouragin words while strokin my cheeks, my arms, my hands. Praised my efforts with animalistic groans and grunts that melded with the soft, wet, slappin sounds of his shaft impalin itself in my mouth over and over again. After awhile, he held my head still. His hips lifted up, thrustin into my mouth at his own speed. I couldna breathe very well, and whenever I swallowed, he held his cock still inside me fer a long moment before returnin to pumpin his hips. Just when I wondered how long this would take, he lowered my head, held me still, and shook beneath me. Somethin wet filled the back of my throat, and I was forced to choke or swallow. I chose the latter. Only when he had stopped shakin did he let me release im. I gasped and pressed my hand to my chest, tryin to draw in fresh air. I felt a little dizzy and was glad I was already sittin down. I was mesmerized by his body. By our circumstances. By the way he made me feel as though we were the only two people in the universe, even if twas fer a short time. "Laila, Laila, Laila," he panted, rollin his head from side to side against the back of the chair. His hand was still on my head, his fingers absently caressin my hair. I sighed and rested my cheek on his thigh, tryin to understand what had just happened. I knew I had brought im pleasure in a different way. And I had enjoyed the feel of his cock enveloped in my lips, the metal balls rubbin against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I wasna certain about what he had released into my mouth, but I knew twas the same fluid that he released inside my quim. His seed. "Drink," Lord Bryce said after several minutes of silence. I sat up and saw that he had a cup in his hand. A small platter with fruit, bread, and cheese sat on the table beside the chair. I hadna noticed it before. I gladly sipped the wine he offered me as it replaced the tangy taste his fluid had left on my tongue. My legs wobbled as he helped me stand, and my feet were numb, but I managed to stay upright. "Sit, Laila." I hesitated, but he tugged on my hand until I climbed into his lap. I felt awkward, still bein clothed. Plus I was so much younger. Like a daughter. Twasn't right in most folks' minds. Yit, who was I to argue if twas what the lord and master of the castle wanted? "Did ye enjoy that?" He brushed stray strands of hair from my face and ran the pad of his thumb over my lips. "Aye, my lord." My stomach grumbled as I stared at the food within my reach. I had barely eaten earlier due to my nerves. Now, I felt famished. "So did I. Yer very good at it." He reached fer a strawberry and held it to my lips. "Thank ye, my lord." I bit down, and juice dribbled down my chin. Before I could finish the berry, he grasped my chin, turned my face to his, and licked up the juice. I shuddered, moanin softly. "Ye taste lovely." He kissed me and then released his hold to pluck a grape from the tray. "I want to keep tastin ye. But ye should eat more first." When the food was gone, he offered me the last sip of wine and then slowly licked away a drop that clung to my lip. "We're not done, lass." His voice was husky again. Just the sound of it made my heart beat faster. He stood suddenly, gatherin me in his arms, and crossed the room to the bed where he set me on my feet. "Take off yer clothes." I lowered my chin, suddenly shy. I focused on his cock which was at full salute again. My belly clenched in delight. I whimpered when his finger tilted my chin up. Yes! I needed im to control me. It was my aphrodisiac. "Look at me." His eyes burned into mine, and his warm breath—sweet-smellin from the fruit and wine—brushed my face. "Ye're beautiful. Ye need not be ashamed of yer body, Laila." I couldna look away. Not even when he let go and undressed me so slowly I thought I would pass out. I needed im to touch me. I needed to touch im. Havin his cock in my mouth had awakened a new desire inside. I couldna get enough. When I was as naked as he, Lord Bryce took my shoulders and turned me to face the bed. "Lay down." His hand trailed along my spine, pressin gently. "Pull yer knees up under ye." I crawled onto the bed, allowin im to adjust my body until he was satisfied. He placed a pillow under my belly, spreadin my knees wide. I felt vulnerable with my arse in the air and my quim exposed, but I also felt...sexy. My face heated at the thought that he was lookin at me like this. That he wanted me this way. "So, so lovely," he whispered, makin me flinch when he laid his hands on my hips. I tucked my hands beneath the feathery-soft pillow under my head and sighed as he caressed my backside. His hands moved down lower to my thighs, strokin the soft skin on the outsides and then the insides. I shuddered, my muscles twitchin as I held my breath, waitin fer im to touch my quim. His fingers came so close, but they shied away and moved back up to squeeze my arse. "Fer ye as ye did fer me." I had no warnin. One moment, I was tryin to understand what he meant. The next, his hands gripped the insides of my thighs and I swear his tongue brushed over my quim. "My lord!" I tried to sit up, but he pressed a hand to my spine, holdin me to the bed. I started to protest again, but his tongue returned, pressin harder, and my voice caught in my throat. The little nub between my thighs throbbed, and I cried out when his tongue touched it. "Mmm. So very, very sweet, Laila." I gulped, tryin to clear my suddenly hazy head. This was so wrong...yit it felt so wonderful. Just as it had when I'd knelt between his legs and drawn his most intimate part into my mouth. He was repayin the gesture. His tongue teased the nub, flickin at it, strokin it, pressin against it. Then it moved lower, partin my moist, swollen lips. The sensitive nerves there came to life and sent a lovely shiver through me. I moaned in response, and he licked me there again. His nose pressed against the crack in my arse. I gripped the sheet, writhin beneath im. My movement forced his tongue back further. When it brushed against my entrance, I whimpered loudly. "Shh. Settle down. All in good time." I exhaled heavily into the pillow and rolled my eyes. Easy fer im to say. "Just feel, Laila. Dun think about it." I tried to relax when he gently pried my outer lips apart and stroked deeper with his tongue. When he took a long path from the nub to my entrance and back again. When his fingers kneaded my skin as he lapped at the wetness I felt tricklin out of me. Gentle waves rose within me. My hips rocked back against his mouth. His tongue and lips caressed and built that pressure higher and higher. I could feel the crest comin. I begged fer it with my whimpers. Then he thrust two fingers up inside me and I came crashin down with a loud cry. I was still writhin beneath im when he gripped my hips and he slowly penetrated my quim with his cock. Pleasure rocketed through me again. I held onto the sheet and pillow fer dear life as he stroked harder and faster, his hips slammin into my arse. Then he stilled and let out a long groan. I was barely conscious as he pulled free and wiped my quim and inner thighs with a damp cloth. He moved my body so that I now lay properly on the bed but still on my stomach. I felt im slide in beside me, and he pulled the blankets up over both of us. "Oh, Laila. Whatever are ye doin to me?" His voice was muffled as he buried his nose against my head, his fingers tanglin in my locks. Before I gave into exhaustion, his arm slid over my waist and rolled me back so that I was spooned against his naked body. His cock—still impressive even limp—lay against my arse and pressed between our thighs. His face nuzzled into my neck as his hand crept up to cup my breast. I couldna remember ever feelin more secure and cared fer in my life. But how long could this last? ### I quickly fell into my new routine. At first, I was quite sore, and Lord Bryce abstained from puttin his cock in me more than once a day. I owed im that much as he seemed to get the most pleasure that way. I wondered how deep the association had been between im and Kenley...or Magge. Between lightin fires in the mornin, changin the beds in the afternoon, and then lightin the fires once more before retirin downstairs to the servants' quarters, he gave me more instruction on how to "make love to his cock" with my mouth and hands. In return, he showed me the many ways he could pleasure me with just his hand and mouth on my quim and breasts. Durin our intimate times together, he encouraged me to be more vocal. To tell im what I liked, what I didna like. To describe how it felt when I touched im, when he touched me. To not be afraid to cry out his name when I "came," as he called it. Marie and Cook seemed to keep a sharper eye on me whenever I was downstairs, too. I didna feel as if they were bein nosey, but they sure asked me how I was feelin quite a lot. Yit despite their motherin, they never asked where I'd been all day or what I was doin. And they seemed pleased that I wasna as shy anymore. That I wished them good mornin, good evenin, and good night, and I smiled most all the time. I returned to eatin my two meals with the rest of the staff, and there was always a tray of fruits, cheeses, and bread that I shared with Lord Bryce at least once a day. But the glares and whispers couldna be avoided. Especially from Kenley and Magge. I had heard that Magge had finished cleanin all of the cells in the dungeons, but I was unsure what she had been handed to do now. I never saw either lass when I was on my rounds actually doin castle-worthy duties. In reality, it felt like I spent more time servicin Lord Bryce than his home. And that suited me just fine. ### One cold, stormy mornin after we had mutually pleasured each other with our mouths—I had been on top with my legs framin his head, which left a very naughty image in my mind— we lay on his bed, bundled under the covers. "I'm so glad we found ye," Lord Bryce said with a sigh. He twirled a strand of my hair around his fingers. I drew lazy circles on his warm thigh. Twas...perfect. I couldna ask fer more in my life now. I had no right to anyway. "Whatever were ye doin in the dungeons, lass?" I choked on my breath and lowered my eyes. I didna want to go to there. I couldna go there. I had moved on. Put it behind me just like my family and village. I couldna change it, so why dwell on it? He propped imself up on his elbow and hip. He cupped my chin, tippin my face back up. "Laila?" My heartbeat was thumpin in my ears. I shook my head slightly and rolled onto my side so I faced away from im. I squeezed my eyes shut, beggin the tears to go away. "Tell me." His voice was gentle, like his hand that brushed my hair away from my forehead over and over again. He didna move closer, which I was grateful fer. Yit, I wanted im to pull me to im, as well. I felt a headache formin at the back of my skull, and I wished I could crawl into a hole. Be anywhere but here right now. Fer the first time in a long time, I wanted my mother. And that made the tears flow. "Shh." Lord Bryce took me in his arms, tucked my head under his chin, and pressed his lips against my hair. Twas what I needed, but it made me cry harder, made my body shake uncontrollably. "Tis okay, Laila. Take yer time. But ye will tell me. I have a right to know why ye were in my brother's castle. Why he left ye here alone." I couldn'a breathe, and twasn't for good...twasn't because Lord Bryce was pleasurin me. I dreaded what he'd do if I didn'a tell im. And I dreaded what he'd do to make me speak the truth. The truth that I knew he wouldn'a believe. Who would believe their brother—their own flesh and blood—could do such terrible things to other people? Or maybe I didn'a know im at all. I tried to pull away from im, gruntin. "Leave me be." "Yer not goin nowhere, so stop yer fightin." His arms tightened around me, holdin me so close that I felt his heart beatin against my back. "What did ye do? Tis okay to tell me. Ye wun be in trouble. I just need to know." "If tis all okay, why do ye need to know?" "Come now, Laila. Tell me the truth." His tone was condescendin. As if the intimacy we'd just shared meant nothin and I was now a disobedient child who needed to be coaxed out of hidin to receive my punishment. "Were ye a servant who fell out of his graces? Did ye sleep with one of his men? Several of em? I know ye wasna virgin when I first took ye. Did ye—" "Yer brother, Lord Bryce, stole me from my family!" I spat, thrashin against im. How dare he assume I was a whore or had deserved to be locked in chains? He was a monster, just like his brother. Lord Bryce flinched, his grip loosenin. "No! Ye speak lies, Laila." I took advantage and scurried out of bed on the other side. I snagged a blanket along the way and wrapped it around myself, partly from the chill in the room but mostly from the sudden embarrassment of bein naked in front of im. "Aye, I speak the truth! He did it to dozens and dozens of lasses!" I dropped the blanket and heard his gasp. I wasna sure if it was from seein me naked again or from what I had said, but I quickly pulled on my dress. After all this time, my anger was finally boilin over. How many months had it been since I was brought here against my will? I was finally able to tell someone the truth. To tell the one person I thought who would believe me...the one person that mattered. I had been so wrong. He struggled to untangle the sheets from his legs. "I swear ye lie, lass. My brother—" "Sold em all to men who came in the night!" I shoved my left arm in the sleeve on my bodice, aware that my right breast was still bared to im. I imagined I looked like a trollop tryin to seduce her lover. Any other time, I would have been aroused by it. But not now. "Raped em in front of my eyes and then sold em off like livestock!" He stilled, his eyes wide. "Why were ye—" "I had no evidence of purity, so they left me to die." I growled in frustration as I tried to shove my right arm in the other sleeve only to find it inside out. "My uncle tried to rape me when I was young. He didna succeed, but he'd done enough damage. They only wanted the pure ones." "Laila—" "Tis not my name!" I screamed. I grabbed the rest of my things and yanked the chamber door open. I heard im scramblin across the room now, probably searchin fer his own clothes. I didna look back but ran down the hall, leavin the empty water bucket by his door. His footsteps finally thudded behind me as I descended the back stairway, his loud voice callin my name as he gave chase. I wanted the earth to swallow me. I wanted to have died in that dungeon. I wanted to be anywhere but here. What a godforsaken, endless cycle this new life was. "Goodness, lass. Whatever are ye doin down—" Marie stumbled out of my way as I entered the kitchen and kept runnin. "Laila? Come back!" Tears blurred my vision, but I didna need to see where I was goin. I'd walked the hall so many times, I could find my room in the pitch of night. "Laila, I demand that ye halt!" Lord Bryce called, his voice echoin off the stone walls. "Lord Bryce!" Marie gasped. "Tis cana be good." I heard no more as I shoved the door open to my chamber and slammed it shut. Twasn't until I was curled under the covers of my own bed that I realized there was no way to keep either of em out. But the door didna open. Though I did hear a commotion outside. "What have ye done?" Marie yelled. Taken This is a story of NonConsent. If you don't like the use of force then you should probably listen to something else. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (7.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Taken I was in Chicago attending a week-long training for work. It ended Friday afternoon but, since I had to go to a conference in Denver that next Monday, I was staying in Chicago until Sunday afternoon. I didn't really know anyone in town, so I just ended up visiting a few different bars near my hotel Friday evening. I wasn't looking to meet anyone, so I kept to myself, sitting at the bar or alone at a table. After probably a few too many, I decided to head back to my hotel. I stumbled out of the last bar and started slowly walking back. I wasn't really paying too close attention to my surroundings, so I must have jumped a bit when I heard a female voice behind me ask, "Excuse me, can you help us out?" I turned around to see two young women behind me. One was probably 5'11", blonde hair, blue eyes, a golden tan with large breasts and a narrow waist. She was stunningly beautiful, perhaps one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in person. The other was only about 5'4", brownish red hair, blue-green eyes, pale skin, very small tits and a skinny body. It was obvious she was very fit, probably a runner or cyclist. She was attractive in her own right, but was so overshadowed by her companion that it almost made her look plain. Both appeared to be in their mid-twenties, and were wearing tight cocktail dresses and stiletto heels, with light jackets tossed over their right arms so that their hands were not visible. "Well? Can you?" asked the blonde, looking amused. She knew she was gorgeous and was clearly used to using her beauty to get what whatever she wanted. My mouth must have dropped open when I turned around, as I shook my head to clear my thoughts and it snapped shut. "I, uh, I'm not from here," I stammered. "Oh?" the blonde remarked, smiling slightly. "That's not really what I asked. Can you help us out?" "I, uh, don't understand. What do you want?" "Our car is just down this street, and we are having trouble starting it. Can you take a look at it?" She pointed down a darkened street right next to where they stopped me. Fifty yards or so down the street I could just make out a car. "I don't really know much about cars. I don't think I'd be of much help," I replied. "Please? It will just take a second." This time, it was the redhead that spoke. "Um...okay," I said, not wanting to disappoint two beautiful women who were asking for my help. We started walking down the side street. They made some small talk with me, asking where I was from, why I was here, and how long I was staying. I answered them truthfully, not sensing any reason not to. "We've got tools and a flashlight in the trunk," the redhead said. "It should be unlocked." "Okay," I said and took a couple of steps ahead of them towards the trunk. "That's far enough," said the blonde in a stern voice. I turned around to see both of them pointing Tasers at me that must have been concealed under their jackets. "What? What is this? What are you doing?" I demanded. "Quiet!" ordered the blonde. "If you make any more noise, I won't hesitate to shoot you. Kathleen," she said, turning to the redhead, "hand me your Taser, open the trunk, and get him ready." After turning her Taser over to the blonde, Kathleen stepped forward, opened the trunk, and pulled a few things out of it. "Please," I said, "You don't have to do this." Kathleen quickly spun around and in one fluid motion punched me in the groin. As I doubled over in pain she hissed, "What did she just say? Another word and you're done. Now, stand back up, face Lindsay, and put your hands behind your back." After a moment, I regained my composure and complied, facing Lindsay. She still had both Tasers pointed at me, and had an evil-looking grin on her face. Clearly she was enjoying what was happening. I felt Kathleen grab my hands, hold them together, and tie them tightly using a zip tie. "Put your feet together," she said, doing the same thing with my feet. "Open your mouth," she ordered, then shoved a ball-gag into my mouth and fastened it behind my head. "Get into the trunk," she ordered, turning me towards the trunk and giving me a shove. I sat down on the edge of the trunk, leaned down into it, and they lifted my legs and pushed them into the trunk. The trunk slammed shut, and I was in total darkness. After driving for what seemed an eternity but was probably only about fifteen minutes, the car slowed to a stop after pulling into what sounded like a garage or some other enclosed space. Shortly after the car was turned off and the garage's overhead door finished closing, the trunk opened and I was staring up at Lindsay, who was holding a black hood. She quickly shoved it over my head, and I was in darkness again. "This is going to be a long, painful and humiliating time for you," Lindsay said, "But how painful depends largely on you. Follow our instructions and obey our orders, and you'll be released largely unharmed early Sunday morning in plenty of time to catch your flight. Disobey or disregard or orders, or resist or struggle in any way and you will be punished. Try to escape and, well, I hope you enjoyed having these," she said, giving my balls a squeeze through my slacks. They helped me out of the trunk, cut the restraints around my legs, and led me through a door and down a set of stairs. "Get on your knees," Lindsay commanded. I awkwardly knelt down, and the hood was removed from my head. I blinked at the bright light and looked around at my surroundings. I appeared to be in an unfinished basement, kneeling on a concrete floor. The room was filled with what looked like equipment from a medieval dungeon: there were various benches and racks with restraints on them, a couple of large cages, plus two tables full of paddles, crops, and other disciplinary devices, plus assorted other sex toys like dildos, plugs and several other things I could only guess at their uses. "Do you like what you see?" Lindsay asked, with an evil little laugh. "Don't worry; you'll get to try out most everything you see in here. You're going to be our bitch, our slave, our plaything, for the next day or so. If you want to get through this with a minimum of pain, you will follow and obey these rules. "You will not speak unless spoken to and, unless otherwise directed, the only acceptable answers are 'Yes, Mistress' and 'No, Mistress'. Failure to respond properly, or speaking out of turn, and you'll be punished. "You will obey our instructions and commands completely and without hesitation. Failure to do so will result in punishment. "If you resist in any way, you will be punished. "If you try to escape, well, I think you know what will happen," she said, giving my groin a light kick. "Do you understand?" I nodded my head and was immediately slapped across the face. "The correct response is 'Yes, Mistress'!" Lindsay yelled in my face. "Do you understand these rules?" I tried to say "Yes, Mistress" through the ball gag, but it didn't sound anything like that. However, it must have been enough, as she said, "Good," loosened the ball gag, and removed it from my mouth so that it dangled around my neck. At the same time, Kathleen cut the restraints around my wrists. "Here, take these," Lindsay said, handing me two blue pills and a small paper cup of water. "There's one more rule," she continued. "You are not to cum without our explicit permission - which we will probably never give. Your time here is all about our entertainment and pleasure - not yours. These are to keep it interesting," she said with a laugh. I had to assume they were Viagra, and I quickly swallowed them and finished the cup of water. "Now stand up and take off all your clothes, slave. You won't need them while you're here." I quickly stood up and started undressing, placing my clothes in a pile on the floor. Lindsay came over to me and gave my flaccid penis a swat. "Such a tiny dick," she laughed. "No wonder you were alone at the bar. I hope it gets bigger when it's hard - not that we'll have much use for it." Meanwhile, Kathleen had gathered up my clothes and put them in a trunk, removing my wallet first. She took out all the cash - about $150 - and also took out my driver's license and a business card. Noting the look of alarm on my face, Lindsay said, "Don't worry, you'll get your license back at the end. It's just a little insurance that you don't try to escape. Plus, we'll copy down your information, in case we're ever in Omaha and want to say 'hi.' The cash is for room and board because, well, you are going to be enjoying our hospitality for the next day and a half. That's only fair, right slave?" I was totally screwed. There didn't seem anyway out of this but to get through this ordeal by doing what they said. I murmured, "Yes, Mistress" and looked down at the floor at my feet. "Good," Lindsay said. "Now, get back down on your knees." I knelt back down on the cold, hard concrete floor while Lindsay turned away from me, raised her skirt, slid her tiny black thong down to her feet, and tossed them and her shoes away from her. "Lick my ass, bitch," she commanded. "Your tongue is going to be very busy while you are here, so we'd better see what kind of training you'll need." With that, she spread her cheeks with her hands and backed up towards my face. With only a slight hesitation I leaned forward and placed my hands on her legs to steady myself. "Hands behind your back, bitch!" she ordered. "Kathleen, cuff his hands. Now, start licking." As Kathleen put handcuffs on me, I reached out with my tongue and started licking in a circular motion around her pungent rosebud. "Oooh... That feels really good," sighed Lindsay. "You're a good ass-kissing bitch. You must make up for your tiny dick with a talented tongue. That will make your time with us easier. The better you perform, the easier it is on you." Meanwhile, Kathleen had knelt down next to me and started slowly stroking my cock. It had already started stiffening at the sight of Lindsay's naked, tanned ass, in spite of my humiliation. "Oh, that's much better," Kathleen said, as I got completely erect. I had I believe an average penis in length, just over six inches, but above average in girth. "Maybe your dick isn't completely useless. Remember the rule, though: no cumming without permission." I continued licking around Lindsay's asshole, starting to flick my tongue across her tight hole. Lindsay moaned, removed one hand from her ass, and started slowly rubbing and fingering her pussy. "Oh, God, yes! You're such a good ass-licker, bitch," she sighed. After no more than a couple of minutes of that, Lindsay said, "Now tongue-fuck my ass, bitch! Get your tongue in there as deep as you can." I started, but with now only one hand spreading her cheeks, I couldn't get all that deep. "Kathleen, come spread my cheeks. I want to feel our bitch's tongue deep inside my ass." Kathleen stopped stroking my dick - thank God, as I didn't know how much more I could take - and came over to spread Lindsay's cheeks apart. Lindsay bent over even more, bracing herself with her other hand on her thigh and pushed back against my face as I thrust my tongue in and out of her asshole. She was rubbing herself furiously now and moaning loudly. In less than a minute of this, I felt her body stiffen, she let out a cry, and then pulled away. "Wow, that was good!" She exclaimed. "It's been far too long. Kathleen, un-cuff our little bitch and take him over to the bench, restrain him, and put his gag back in." Kathleen led me over to a narrow, padded bench, pushed me over it, and fastened my hands and feet to it. She also fastened a belt across my back, limiting my ability to move much at all. My legs were spread wide and my still hard cock hung down below the edge of the bench. My head hung over the other edge. Kathleen placed the ball gag back in my mouth and tightened it back up. Lindsay had now taken off her dress and put on a leather corset that highlighted her curves and pushed her breasts up and together, making them look even bigger than they were. She came around to where my head is. I could see that her pussy was completely bald, and glistened from her orgasm. "I bet you're wondering why we're doing this," Lindsay asked rhetorically. "Obviously, I can get any man I want any way I want - and that was fun, for a while. I could turn even the hardest, most masculine man into my slave for a chance to fuck my pussy. The problem is, they were willing slaves. I just didn't get the same thrill as I do now when I kidnap a man and rape him. Besides, with the willing ones, there were always expectations. I couldn't stand hearing them whine about fulfilling their needs. With bitches like you, you just want to get out of here in one piece and are willing to do just about anything to ensure that. I don't give a shit about what you want, and you're never going to ask for it. "Kathleen, here, well, we've been friends forever. She used to marvel at how I would take men and bend them to my will. After a while, I let her join in. It was only natural that she'd become part of it when I took it to the next level. "Now, next you need to learn what punishment is like so you understand why you want to avoid it. Remember, you'll be punished if you don't follow our rules, if you disobey or are slow to follow orders, or even if we just feel like it. Besides, I still need to punish you for not saying 'Yes, Mistress' when I asked if you understood our rules." With that, she walked around and gave me a hard slap on the ass with her hand. "I'm going to warm you up, and ease you into your punishment," she said with another smack. "You won't get this kindness with future punishments." She continued to smack my bare ass with her hand, alternating cheeks, for a good 20 or so slaps. While they stung, they certainly weren't unbearable. "Kathleen, it's time for the paddle," the blonde amazon said. "Show it to him first." Kathleen had now taken off her dress and was completely nude. Unlike Lindsay, she had a trimmed, fire-red pussy. In her right hand she had a black, wood paddle shaped like a Ping-Pong paddle, but with holes in it. She waved it around in front of my face with a big grin on her face for few seconds, before handing it to Lindsay. "This is going to hurt a bit more," Lindsay said, as she swung it hard against my backside. I jumped and grunted with pain, but after a few more I started getting used to it. That caused her to start swinging harder, sending shockwaves of pain through my ass. "It looks like he's getting soft," Lindsay remarked between strikes. "You'd better get down there and get him hard again. I'd hate to think he's not enjoying his time here." Kathleen crawled under the bench and started slowly stoking my cock again, quickly getting me hard. Lindsay stopped for a minute, and then walked in front of me holding a riding crop. "This is your next experience, slave. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will." Next I knew I felt a *crack* across my ass. I jumped and screamed as much as I could through the gag. I had never felt pain like this before and tears started streaming down my face. Despite the pain and humiliation, I was getting closer and closer to cumming. Kathleen must have sensed this, as she slowed down for a while. After 20 or more strokes, Lindsay finally stopped and came around and faced me. She bent over and in a low voice said, "This is just a taste of what your punishment can be, bitch. I still have floggers, whips and canes we can try out. Do you understand, bitch?" I nodded and tried to say "Yes, Mistress," through the gag and through my tears. "Are you ready for me to take this gag out - remembering the instructions we gave you earlier?" "Yes, Mistress," was my muffled reply. "Good. We're ready to have some fun with you. If we have to interrupt our fun and punish you again, I promise it will be much worse," she says as she removes the gag. As the gag comes out, Kathleen comes around to the front of me. She was now wearing a strap-on dildo about the size and girth of my own cock. "I picked this one out just for you," she giggled. "You had better start sucking and lubing this up, as that's the only lubricant you're going to get before this goes up your ass." I start frantically sucking and licking her strap-on trying to get as much spit on it as possible. After a short while she starts thrusting in and out of my mouth, grabbing the back of my head and forcing it down on her cock more and more so I almost gag on it. Satisfied that it's ready, she pulls away and moves around behind me. Thankfully, she started preparing me with lubricant, sliding a finger coated in lube in and around in my ass - despite the earlier threat. Lindsay is now in front of me, wearing a still larger dildo than the one Kathleen had on. "Here's how fun time is going to work tonight," she says. "We're going to take turns fucking you in the ass. While you are getting fucked, you will be worshiping our asses and pussies. The better you are, the sooner we'll be satisfied, and the sooner you'll be done for the night." With that, Kathleen started slowly sliding her cock into my ass. I gasped in pain and humiliation, at which point Lindsay grabbed my head and thrust the tip of her cock into my mouth and said, "Suck it, bitch!" Kathleen kept slowly easing her fake dick in while I sucked on the head of Lindsay's prick. When she only had an inch or more left, she gave one quick thrust and she was all the way in. At the same time, Lindsay pushed my head down hard on her cock, causing me to gag. My ass was still on fire from the beating and now it felt like it was being split in two, while Lindsay was shoving my head up and down on her big, black dick. Kathleen slowly started rocking her cock in and out of my ass, gradually picking up tempo, while Lindsay matched the tempo with my head. "Do you like my dick in your tight ass, little boy?" Kathleen asked. "This is what it felt like for any women you've fucked in the ass. I bet you'll never do that again!" This continued for five or so minutes, with Kathleen occasionally adding to my pain by smacking my ass with what felt like a wooden spoon. Lindsay then said, "It's my turn!" and pulled her cock out of my mouth. Kathleen also stopped, removed her strap-on, and came around to the front. "You haven't proven yourself to me yet," she said, "so you're going to worship my ass first. She turned away from me, bent over, spread her lily-white cheeks, and backed her ass into my face. I quickly started licking in and around her hole, while she removed one hand from her cheeks and started rubbing her pussy. Lindsay, meanwhile, had lubed up her strap-on, applied more lube to me, and started slowly working her dick into me. I thought Kathleen's was bad! I felt like I was being ripped apart as she guided it in and out of my ass. "How do you like *my* dick, bitch?" Lindsay exclaimed, slowing thrusting faster and faster. Kathleen started moaning louder and louder as she pushed her ass against my face and I darted my tongue in and out of her asshole. Finally, she let out a scream and pulled away. Lindsay slowed down and stopped as well, taking off her strap-on and coming around to the front to have her pussy worshiped, while Kathleen put her strap-on back on and started fucking me with it. I lost track of how many times they switched, as my whole world was now their pussies and asses and my own bruised and battered ass. Each time it seemed like it took longer for them to climax. Finally, they both had enough and collapsed into chairs. We were all sweaty, exhausted piles of flesh at that point. "Well, slave, I think that's enough for tonight," Lindsay said as she unfastened my hands and cuffed them behind my back. "We all need some sleep so we can get started in good time tomorrow!" Taken Kathleen grabbed a large, red butt-plug with a horsehair tail on it and worked it into my ass. "This better still be inside you in the morning," she warned. With that, they unfastened my legs and led me to a cage with only enough room for me to curl up or stand on my hands and knees. They locked the door and pointed to my final humiliation. "That big dildo in the corner is hooked up to a water bottle," Lindsay said. "When you get thirsty, you'll have to suck on it to get water. Good night and sweet dreams, bitch! I know mine will be. Get some rest; we have a busy day tomorrow." They turned, grabbed their clothes, and walked up the stairs, shutting off all the lights but one lone night-light some distance from me in a corner. I started to sob softly and tried to blot out thoughts of what they had done and what they might do to me tomorrow. Even as exhausted as I was, it was going to be a long night - and an even longer tomorrow.When you get thirsty, you'll have to suck on it to get water. Good night and sweet dreams, bitch! I know mine will be. Get some rest; we have a busy day tomorrow. Taken She couldn't believe she took the wrong turn driving from the conference center to the hotel. "Damn country roads!" she thought as she maneuvered slowly around a tight turn. The road was so narrow, she wasn't she if another car came from the opposite direction that they could both pass on asphalt. Asphalt! Calling it that was a laugh, perhaps at one time it may have been a smooth road but now it seemed it was all potholes and dirt. But the sign said Charlotte, and that's where she was supposed to be heading. Another tight turn came up on her quickly, rounding it the sudden glare from an oncoming truck caused her to slam on the brakes of the rental car. "Damn it!" she yelled. She saw the driver emerge from the old pickup truck, a large mountain of a man, wearing overalls over his bare torso. He was not pleasant to look at, a bushy black beard and a heavy brow gave a frightening countenance when combined with his size. As he slowly approached her car, she felt a twinge of fear. His truck lights were suddenly blindingly bright. "Someone else is in the truck", she thought. Her fear grew. She knew she was in the worst kind of trouble when she heard the squealing of brakes coming around the corner and a similarly old pickup truck came up from behind her, headlights on high, again blinding her. The truck stopped and she heard the sound of a door shutting a moment later. Her attention was pulled from the rearview mirror by the sound of another door shutting, looking back in front of her she saw another man walking towards her. "No, no, no, no, no!" she screeched. She heard them laugh. She knew she had to get out of here. She threw the shift back in drive, and started forward. Suddenly, she felt a bump from behind, throwing her forward in her seat, the truck had hit her from behind. Her car lurched forward 10 feet and hit the truck in front of her. The impact was hard enough for the airbag to deploy. The safety feature worked against her in this instance, slamming into her face, leaving her disoriented. She saw the first man walking towards her now with purpose, a small crow bar in hand. He smashed the drivers side window with a quick flick of the crow bar and dropped it on the ground, reaching for her through the shattered glass. She remembered struggling, she remembered the others, four in total, approaching. She remembered the terrible fear she felt, and their horrible shrieks of happiness. Then one of them put a cloth over her face with a powerful smell.... That was two months ago as far as she could tell. Her memory was hazy. The things she could remember she wished she could forget. Her earliest memory, after being kidnapped, she would never forget. She had awoken, on a linoleum floor, her wrists and ankles chained to the floor, with enough slack for her to lie down or be on all fours. She couldn't see very well and something hard and cylindrical was between her teeth. A bit and bridle, and horse blinders, she had realized after a few minutes. She was also completely naked. There was a faint light, seemingly from behind her, but no amount of turning her head to see around the edges of the blinders revealed a source. She heard noises. What sounded almost animal, but she wasn't sure at first. And then it hit her. There were other women here as well. They didn't sound quite right and that scared her even more than she had been. She then heard voices. Men, the same men who had kidnapped her. She shivered and shook with fear. AS the voices got closer. They seemed excited, and she knew they were talking about her. "Open it up Roger", said a deep voice. She heard a squeaking sound and the light got a bit brighter. "There she is!" Said a voice, Roger? "I told you, a sweet strawberry one, Jim!" he exclaimed with pride. Her red hair was a curse she thought. And this was the penultimate example. "Well, grease her up, I ain't got all night." Jim's voice said. She felt a rough slap on her ass, and Roger's voice said, "Get up on all fours, Strawberry!" She struggled to rise and another rough slap followed. "Move it sow!" She felt the same rough hands pulling her back by the hips. "Ass up, face down!" Roger commanded, with another slap. She did the best she could, and suddenly she felt someone spread her ass cheeks. A moment later and she felt a cold wetness on her asshole itself, and rough probing fingers soon followed. He worked first one, then two, three and finally four fingers into her ass, announcing how many he had in each time with glee. She screamed around her bit, she thrashed a bit at first, but that was followed by a pause and two painful blows with something leather across the back of her thighs. She was sobbing by the time Roger had called out, "Four!" with a maniacal laugh. She felt pain, she felt fear, she felt humiliated, but she could feel the warmth in her cunt and was aware the she was soaking wet. "She's ready now, get it in there." Jim's voice said. "Ok Jim! Why you gotta be in such a rush? I was just having fun!" Roger replied. "Besides, looks like she's enjoying it!" Her face flushed as shame flooded her body. " We still have other chores to do, Henry says that Sunshine is ready again." Roger's shout of happiness filled her ears. "Well, alright! Strawberry, you're gonna have to wait awhile for any real fun!" Soon his fingers were replace by something rigid, not quite as wide as his four fingers, which was a relief to her. Her relief was soon dismissed as it slid into her ass and stayed put as her sphincter closed around it. She felt something tickling the backs of her thighs and calves. "Alright she has her tail, now let's finish it up and get to Sunshine." This was Jim. He seemed to be in charge. She froze inside when she caught a whiff of something burning. She could feel something hot near her legs, the temperature in her cage was not exactly warm, whatever it was, it was noticeable. She felt a cold cloth on her right ass cheek. Alcohol her brain told her. An epiphany of fear came over her, as she realized what was about to happen, and that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She screamed as the hot brand seared her flesh. A loud, guttural scream of pain, a feeling that washed away all her discomfort, all the pain from her ass being reamed and plugged, a pain she could never describe with words. Taken (Thank you to an unnamed Litster for allowing me to explore this fantasy of hers.) * Amy was getting ready to go out. Her Master would be showing up any minute to pick her up. This was abnormal for them since Master had never taken Amy out before. This was partly due to social awkwardness on his part, but it also dealt with his job as a teacher at the local high school. He was distrustful of the suburb he lived in and having a beautiful woman such as Amy on his arm anywhere, especially while she wore a wedding band on her hand, could have lead to rumor and scandal costing him his pension. Still, Amy was not going to be denied the chance to go out. Her husband of twenty three years didn't care anymore about her sexual needs and Master came at the right time online to help her with her cravings. She had cum so many times from his words on the screen and from his voice on the telephone that seeing him was the logical next step. They had already spent a few weekends in the next town's motel making some of her fantasies come true. She was a shapely slut whose hips were perfectly fit to his hands and whose mouth couldn't get enough of his cock. It was after such an episode of oral pleasure that Angela brought up the bar idea. Amy put on a blue sleeveless top, without the bra that she would wear to hide her chest. Amy always hated the fact that her chest dropped a little, but was encouraged by her Master's attention to them so much. The thought of the nipple clamps on them the last time nearly made her want to lie on the bed and pound her pussy with her dildo til climax. She then recalled his instructions for her and held off. She then slipped on her white denim skirt and the lacey blue thong her Master bought for her for this night. A pair of modest white heels without hose or stockings finished the ensemble. Amy could already feel herself getting turned on thinking about what Master had in store for her. A chime from her cell phone showed his signal as she grabbed her clutch and walked out the door without even a word to her husband. He was probably in the TV room watching old episodes of Matlock anyway, she thought. As she walked to his car, she had to contain her excitement. Her Master was younger than her. Even though she had him by ten years, he seemed so much more confident when they started their relationship. He looked at her with the crooked smile on his face brought on by Bell's palsy some years prior. The goatee he wore covered the frozen part of his smile as his glasses reflected the street light. "Ready to go, my pet?" he asked. His voice did the deep timbre again that always seemed to ruin her pristine panties. That moment was no exception. "Yes, Master," she responded. He leaned in for a kiss forgetting for the moment that they were in front of her house before he removed his lips from her quickly. "Damn...I forgot about the roommate." Since they started speaking, he always referred to Amy's husband as the roommate. She laughed a bit prior to restraining herself. "Where are we going, Master?" "There was this tavern I saw on the way to bringing you home last time. I wanted to check it out and wanted you there. Perhaps after, we can spend some more time on your training." The last statement was accentuated by the wicked gleam in his eye that ruined her panties more. She had a feeling the panties were not the only thing done for that night. As they arrived at the tavern, Master spoke up. "Slut, please remove your panties." She paused for a moment, and then slid them off her legs before she handed them to him. He then put them in the center console prior to exiting the vehicle. Amy felt sultrier. Now her shaven pussy was exposed to the outside air and he knew it. As they walked to the door, she started feeling more exposed, paranoid that the denim skirt was not going to keep her hidden. As they entered, she looked for an escape of some sort prior to being grabbed. Her mouth had a gloved hand over it so she couldn't scream and a strong arm wrapped around her mid section. She felt herself being picked up and she tried to kick. It was no use because the abductor had her securely held. As they went to a darkened room, she was able to open her eyes and she saw Master with his hands raised and another assailant behind him. She was scared. She saw the look of fear on his face as well. She then heard the guy holding her. "Okay, bitch, my partner has a gun at your boyfriend...make that your husband's back. You let out one scream and he'll shoot. You understand?" She was powerless to stop him as she nodded her head. Slowly, he removed his hand from her mouth. "My purse is in the car. I have nothing. Please let him go." She felt his hand around his throat grasping slightly. "Shut up. That's not what I want." She then felt a hand reach down and her exposed pussy being rubbed by his gloved hand. "I want this," he said as the other assailant sat Master down in a chair. Master seemed to have his hands tied behind his back as the other assailant with a ski mask over his head started undoing his black jeans and pulling out his black cock. Amy gasped as she saw his nine inches hardening before the other assailant lowered her to the ground. She fell to her knees almost immediately before the assailant that was holding her pushed her head forward. The other assailant's precum smeared on her cheek before she slowly opened her mouth. "Not like that, bitch," he said as he grabbed her roughly by the hair and shoved a few inches inside her mouth. She gasped again before she tried to relax her throat and allowed the cock to slide in as much as she was able. He started fucking her mouth as the other man reached around and grabbed the v of her top before ripping it open and exposing her breasts. She was really scared now as she felt leather gloves pinching her erect nipples. Almost on reflex, she started moaning in pleasure. "Your bitch loves this, you fat prick," one of the men said to Master. Master looked on powerless as the other assailant pulled her to hands and knees and moved her skirt upwards. He then watched in surprise as a second black cock started sliding along his slut's pussy. He saw her eyes widen in shock as he slammed his cock inside her. He was watching his slut, a married woman although married to another man, being taken by these two big men and he was powerless to stop them. Amy was having a difficult time holding in her pleasure. Although the men were rough, she was enjoying being used like a worthless slut. She started opening her throat more, wanting to deep throat the guy's cock while the other one was pounding her pussy. It was taking every ounce of willpower not to scream what was in her head. She was enjoying this rough treatment. She wanted to scream for them to use her, for them to fuck her like the whore she was. She couldn't even look at Master because she was feeling like she didn't want to displease him with her reaction. The one in her mouth pulled out as the one in her pussy did the same. She wanted to yell and beg for more, but she was flipped over onto a crate covered in a blanket as the assailants switched places. She was licking her pussy juices off the other guy's cock as the first one slide his tongue inside her pussy. She felt the gloved fingers on her nipples again and took more cock down her throat. She then felt climax arriving. Her body shook from the attention as she covered the one assailant with her juices. Master saw and bent his head. She was enjoying this treatment, he thought to himself. In one sense, he was ashamed. Yet he felt his arousal start, almost freakishly. He tried to keep himself composed as he started to wiggle his hands inside the ropes holding his wrists. Meanwhile, she was sucking cock as much as she could. She loved his cock pounding her throat. As the other guy raised her legs and started rubbing the head of his cock along her pussy lips, she started moaning again. She loved this. It was then she felt the cock starting to rub against her ass. She wanted to yell for him to shove it in, but pushed the cock out of her mouth instead and started to beg. "Please, not in my ass. Please. Don't..." Her pleas were interrupted by the other guy shoving his cock back in her mouth and the first guy sliding three inches inside her ass. She screamed in pleasure on his cock. As she was enjoying the fucking, the first guy pulled his cock out and she immediately started licking his balls as he stroked onto her tits. She could feel the spurts of his seed landing on her breasts as she moaned onto his balls. "Fuck me," she whispered secretly hoping Master didn't hear. She heard the other assailant start to moan as her ass squeezed his cock. She knew he was going to cum. Feeling dirty, she moaned, "Oh please cum in my ass. Fill my ass with your cum." He got the hint and pulled out, stroking his cock over her stomach and spraying it all over her stomach and tits. Then both men thrust their cocks in her face where she used her tongue to clean them off, the view hidden from Master. As they pulled back, Master stood from the chair, his cock exposed as he walked over and slammed into her pussy. She was confused as he started fucking her while the other two men started stroking their cocks again. "This was your fantasy, slut," Master said as he pounded her pussy. "Now thank my two friends by making them cum again while I use your pussy." "Yes, Master," she breathlessly whispered as she took one of them into her mouth. She knew better than to disobey her Master. Taken My eyes lock on yours as you come towards me, towering over me. I step backwards, intimidated, but find myself backed into a wall. Your arms come up above my shoulders, leaning against the wall, trapping me, your eyes still keeping me ensnared. My stomach flutters and I gasp as you press your body against mine. Your eyes stare intensely at mine, and you take one hand off the wall to lift my chin as you lean down and roughly press your mouth to mine. Overwhelmed, I struggle slightly, but your body holds me in place and your cock stirs in your jeans, pressed against my belly. A whimper of fear and arousal escapes my lips as your tongue forces its way into my mouth and dances with mine. Your hand slides up the back up my neck and into my hair and grips firmly as you pull me against you even tighter. Your cock is fully hard now, and I can feel it pulsing, thick and full of desire. Finally, your need grows too great and you pull away. Your eyes still intense as ever, you tug my hair down, guiding my head down your body, forcing me onto my knees. My hands rest on your thighs, half pushing you away, half gripping them in desire. I attempt to look away from you, but your grip on my hair tightens, not allowing it. You guide my head towards your crotch. I turn away, but you hold me still. With your free hand, you unbutton your jeans, pulling them down slightly. Your cock, finally free, springs forth and presses against my cheek. "Suck it," you growl. I shake my head no in response. "This isn't up for debate. Suck my cock, slut." My body flushes with desire at the word slut. I'm not a slut, I want to reply. I'm a good girl. My eyes look up at you, pleading, but your steady gaze informs me that one way or another, I'm going to suck your cock, and I'm not going to like it if I don't willingly accede. My tongue darts out and licks my lips. I open my mouth slightly and your hand tugs me towards your cockhead. You groan as my lips wrap around it, sucking softly. I slowly inch more and more into my mouth, my lips stretching to take your thickness. My head bobs up and down slightly as I suck, my tongue gently stroking the underside of your cock. My hands grip your hips as I attempt to take as much of you as I can into my mouth. Eventually, you hit the back of my throat. I gag slightly, but look up at you, and know that one way or another, your cock is going to go down my throat. As your cock begins to enter my throat, your second hand comes down and you run it into my hair. "Oh, fuck. Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you, whore? You want this." I try to say no, that I don't, but all that comes out is a moan around your cock. I start sliding your cock in and out of my mouth faster and faster, sucking while your cockhead glides into the back of my throat. Maybe, I think, if I make you come, that will be that. But you seem to sense my plan as you groan and pull your cock out of my mouth. "Sorry, pet. It's not going to be that easy." You push me back, onto the floor, as you kiss me again, your tongue sliding into my mouth. I wonder if you care about tasting yourself on me, but that is soon lost as I feel your thigh part my legs, pressing against my bare pussy. Ashamed of not wearing any panties under my skirt, I pray you don't realize how wet I am. "Enjoying yourself, are you?" You say, and when I try to deny it, your lips press against mine roughly. "No lying, slut." Your fingers find their way to my clit, and you pull back the hood and stroke it gently. I squirm underneath you, and you grin. Then a finger slides into my channel, and then a second, barely able to fit. You curve them upwards and pull them out almost all the way, then thrust them back in, rubbing against my gspot over and over again. My back arches, and you roughly pull up my tank top with your other hand, expertly undoing my bra and practically throwing it and my tank top off, before tearing off your own shirt. Your finger fucking assault continues, and my breasts now press against your bare chest as I arch my back in pleasure. Just as I am about to come, you pull your fingers out, and I quake underneath you, whimpering from my frustration and emptiness. "Tell me you want to cum. Tell me you want me to fuck you so hard you spend yourself on me like a whore." Your wet fingers reach my clit and flick and tug it gently, while your lips find their way to my nipple and suck on it. I shake my head no, and you thrust your fingers back into me, rubbing against my walls. "Tell me, or I will never let you cum." You gently bite my nipple and, unable to take it anymore, I whisper, "Fuck me." "Sorry, what? I couldn't hear you." Your fingers pause inside me, teasing me dangerously. "I'm your dirty little slut. Please, fuck me. Make me cum," I say, my voice getting louder. You move slightly, and your fingers are suddenly replaced by your cockhead pressing against my entrance, sliding up and down my slit, gently nudging my clit. "C-condom," I choke out. "No," you say, and roughly thrust into me. My tight pussy stretches around you, convulsing, trying to adjust to the sudden intruder. But I'm wet enough. I'm ready enough. I avoid your gaze, but you hold still, waiting. "Look at me, slut." My eyes look up, catching yours, and I whimper again. I know that I'm yours, completely, entirely. You pull your cock out until just the head remains, pausing for a few seconds, and then thrust it back in. You lift my hips up slightly, and pound in again, and my eyes fly open in shock as your cock thrusts directly into my g-spot. Grinning, you begin to fuck me, pulling me towards you every time you pound into me so as to get as deep as possible. Harder, faster, you pull me onto your cock over and over again. Your lips find my neck and kiss it softly, surprising me with the gentleness. Your penetration slows, and your hand finds its way back to my clit. "No," I say. You bite my neck in response, before resuming a gentle tracing of it with your tongue. "Yes," you whisper in my ear. "You are mine. I will use you how I see fit." Your tempo increases, cock thrusting into me, and the words, the fucking, the tongue, the touch-- it all suddenly becomes too great to bear. "Cum for me, kitten." My pussy clenches around you, becoming impossibly tight, and you groan, trying not to cum immediately. My channel gets even slicker, and you pound into me harder and harder. You spread my legs and lean over me as my back arches and I cry out, experiencing the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Suddenly, my orgasming, sweaty body strewn below you becomes too much for you to bear. "I'm going to cum inside of you," you say. My eyes fly open. "No, don't--" but it's too late; not that it would have mattered. You thrust yourself into me-- deeper than ever before-- and your cock pulses, releasing spurt after spurt of your seed into my vulnerable womb, triggering another, smaller orgasm of mine as I feel you throb and cum inside of me. You hold my body against you, waiting for my tremors to pass. Eventually, you loosen your grip, and lean down and kiss me passionately. "You're mine," you say. And I know it's true. Taken He woke up in a bed with his hands and feet secured by cuffs and his head immobilized by something he couldn't see. It was dark. He could hear a small machine nearby. Something was in his nose and throat that felt like a tube and his first thought was that he had had an accident but he wasn't in a hospital. He felt doped and his stomach felt full and uncomfortable. He wanted to look around but couldn't move and found himself falling back to sleep. The room was lighter when he woke again but he still felt dopey and drained of energy. Then he noticed her standing there, smiling. "How are we doing sleeping beauty?" she said. "What happened?" he croaked. "You weren't following the rules, so I took matters into my own hands," she smiled, " and you are doing so much better now!" She patted his belly that felt incredibly full. His mind reeled trying to comprehend. Reading his drugged confusion, she went on. "I was working so hard at getting you gain weight and you just kept exercising after my asking you to stop for only six weeks. It wasn't going to kill you if you did, but you kept it up thinking I wouldn't notice. That and you kept seeing her after I'd asked you to stop. So I came up with a plan that would put you exactly where I wanted you and transform you into the companion I desire -- happy, docile and obedient, and completely dependent on me for all your needs, physical, emotional... everything!" "So, as a way of making you more docile and obedient, we're taking away your choices. One of those is how you look; instead of an athletic physique you will have one that will make you less energetic and a lot less interesting to others and one that is suited to complete leisure and pleasure. In fact, that's all you'll be able to do when we are finished with your physical transformation. But I'm hoping before then, your mental transformation will leave you wanting that and nothing more." "See, you're way too intellectual and self-willed to be my companion. Both of those things are going to go away, making you a happy, docile and obedient little companion. Well, not little! In fact you are going to be large, very large. You are going to be so fat there will be nothing that you can do without my help except maybe sleep. And you will be quite happy that way." "You can't do this," he said as he feebly tried to struggle against the restraints. She smiled and nodded sympathetically. "Don't be pathetic. It's for your own good, my sweet. Over the next few months I think that you will change your mind about it. In fact, I foresee you becoming quite addicted to the attention you will get by cooperating. All of the delicious rewards you'll be getting for just lying around eating, being lazy and getting nice and fat." "As I said, you don't have a choice; the process has already started. I've been tubefeeding you around the clock for ten days now and you're developing a tummy and are getting softer all over! It's delicious to see my efforts starting to bear fruit." She caressed his rounded belly and moved her hand down between his legs. " I think it's time you had a little pleasure as reward for your recent progress..." He tried to not enjoy her manipulations by thinking of anything that would squelch his physical reaction. But it stimulated his body so well and so much he found himself carried away by an intense orgasm that left him exhausted. He soon fell back asleep and dreamt of eating and being full. Far too full. >>>>>>> He had played around with her feeding him from time to time, mostly for the erotic thrill. But it appeared she had taken it more seriously than he. He hoped it was just a short-term thing she would get over. Yet he feared she was serious and the element of jealousy ha driven her to complete this "mission." Unknown to him she was now giving him both an antihistamine and an anti-depressant that stimulated appetite. They had the added benefit of making him drowsy and inclined to sleep a lot, reducing the expenditure of the thousands of calories he would consume daily. In a typical day that first week, she gave him the antidepressant twice daily and the antihistamine five times a day every four hours starting with a 6 am pre-breakfast feeding. This consisted of one litre of a warm liquid oatmeal drink fortified with about 200 ml of Canola oil and nearly another litre of chocolate weight gain shake till his stomach was very full. She woke him at 9:00 am with a breakfast of pancakes, bacon and frittata. Initially ravenous, she had to coax him to finish the large portions by massaging his manhood being careful not to make him cum. When he was full of the solid foods, she made him drink several large glasses of the weight gain shake until he was completely gorged at which point she rewarded him with a volcanic orgasm. He then received his second dose and was made to nap for 90 minutes. Then he was refilled with shake and enriched soup and went back to sleep. Around 2:00 pm, she woke him with his third pill and led him to the table where she stuffed him with grilled sandwiches, pasta, rice pudding and more shake. Drugged by the meds and his uncomfortably full stomach he lay down and slept until 4:00 pm for a snack, rich beer and shake. After he was force fed a large dinner of lasagna, salad and more beer, she treated him to a massage while he listened to weight gain hypnosis tapes. Dessert followed -- pie swimming in crème anglais topped off with more shake. Unable to stay awake, he drifted off to sleep in his large chair. At 10:00 pm with is last dose for the day, she made him drink weight gain shake until he felt sick and then made him cum. The orgasm and her gentle massage of his swollen belly eased the pressure and queasiness until he drifted off to sleep. So the week continued with her relentlessly stuffing him to the gills then massaging his belly and making him cum. Unlike previously when his belly would return to near normal size, it grew each day. With the forced feedings his gorged stomach pushed out his upper abdomen. As the feeding settled the swelling in his upper abdomen would diminish and his lower mid belly would expand. At first it just projected out. but soon started to widen so his lower belly was more evenly round. It grew, pushing out under his ribs at his sides, over his waist and his crotch. The muscles in his back and sides ached with the strain of his overloaded abdomen. Despite the discomfort he couldn't stay awake. The drug also made him constantly hungry, very lazy and dulled his mind -- he thought of resisting but all he wanted was to sleep. He also ate while he slept thanks to the feed tube and pump that kept streaming calories into him. He gained 12 pounds that week, most of it from the sheer volume of food he swallowed. From then on, every eight to ten days she increased the daily dosage of the antihistamine until after eight weeks he was 56 pounds heavier and perceptively softer all over: his belly was alarmingly bigger. Kept constantly stuffed, it had ballooned dramatically. It was more cushioned especially around his navel and the area under it and around his crotch was plump and stretch marks were forming on his sides and belly. He slept most of the time and felt constantly hungry so she discontinued the tube feedings. When she wasn't forcing meals and shakes down him, she kept putting small things like chocolates, mints, nuts and potato chips in his mouth so he was always chewing and swallowing. When he got thirsty, she allowed him juice, shake or beer, never non-caloric water. His hope that this was a short-term thing began to dim. >>>> While his physical appetites were being developed those first months, his life was devoid of any intellectual stimulation. She only spoke to him about sex, eating and getting fatter. He had tried to read the romance novels and food magazines she allowed him but found them achingly dull. He tried to create and solve problems in his head but the television kept on most of the time distracted him. Within two months of this, he found it difficult to concentrate and started watching television instead. It was mindless distraction that filled the time until he could read some more stimulating stuff, he told himself. Yet he found himself getting caught up in the soap operas that the television was tuned to most of his days and sitcoms at night. Lying back - the most comfortable position for him now - in the plush reclining chair he mindlessly ate the various snacks arranged about him and drank the thick drinks and the beer he now craved. He would nap off and on waking sometimes to find her removing headphones he'd apparently been wearing. Each time he knew it had been a hypnosis session -- leaving him feeling very dopey, ravenously hungry and horny. After another three months he was feeling less alarmed about the arrangement; moments of anger and frustration becoming fewer and further apart. He was eating huge amounts and gaining weight rapidly – almost 10 pounds a week. He looked forward to his meals and ate them voraciously until he was stuffed, delighting in her encouragement and approval. He craved that approval and the attention that followed, and worked at eating a little more than she demanded and she demanded a lot. He felt fat and heavy; the growth actually excited him now. It made him want more. His belly swelled out onto his thighs and around his sides. Looking down it formed an increasingly heavy and expanding globe beyond which dwelt his often turgid manhood and swollen, aching balls. Overeating and sex were so intertwined he couldn't have one without the other. She teased him about his appetite and weight gain as he ate: how big his belly was getting, his now round face and double chin, about how difficult it was getting to reach him under his stomach and between his thighs. She would pinch him to see how thick his fat was at various places. He found it increasingly difficult to do anything physical. In addition to his size, months of inactivity had left him increasingly weaker -- she was about as strong as he was now. But it was not just the result of inactivity but the periodic crash diets she would inflict on him when his gaining slowed. When he gained less than a pound a day she would cut his calories back to the bare minimum for about one week. She would keep him full of vegetables and liquid but a minimum of fat and protein, knowing it would diminish his muscle mass and kick his body into storing more fat when the overfeeding restarted. When it did, he would overeat like never before and gained at an accelerated rate. He could feel himself getting weaker as his body ballooned and he had no control over it. He was getting to the point where he couldn't get away even if he wanted. She knew it and she let him do whatever he wanted to, even exercise. After several attempts on an exercise bike, he couldn't, and soon didn't even want to try. She had made him a prisoner of his body and his appetites. She started taking him out to buffets. He would quickly get winded moving his growing bulk between the car and the table. This pleased her and she congratulated him on how "stately" and relaxed he had become. She would dress him in clothes that despite their size were tight so that he would end the meal with his belt and pants undone and his shirt buttons gaping and straining. At first this shamed him but he eventually accepted it and, despite himself, even found it arousing. >>>> Many, many, many months later, he woke from one of his naps needing to use the bathroom. He tried to sit up but the mass of his belly prevented him from bending. He tried rolling onto his side but his now massive belly and weight were more than his weakened arms and legs could manage. He called her and she helped him sit on the edge of the bed and get on his feet. His belly and tits swayed as he found his balance and the fat covering him jiggled all over. "A little more difficult, isn't it?" she observed. "Mm-hmmm," he mumbled through his fat cheeks and jowls. "Good! In a few months you won't have to worry about moving." she said. "I'll have you so fat you'll barely be able to feed yourself." This enraged that part of him that still cared. He hated the humiliation of now needing her to do almost everything for him including wash him and wipe him after using the toilet. At first he just let her do it. Then one day he realized he couldn't reach anymore and asked her for help. She had insisted that he do it. He tried vainly while she smiled and chuckled at his struggles. This went on until he was so winded and drained he couldn't lift his arms. She chided him for getting so fat that he couldn't even use the toilet: he had become such a fat pig. She made him get on his hands and knees and begrudgingly used a cold rough washcloth to clean his dirtied ass. He actually started to cry out of hurt but more out of anger. She told him to shut up and stand up. He struggled with his ungainly bulk unable to lift himself off the floor. She helped drag him upright. She grabbed his ass, belly, tits and cheeks and ridiculed him for turning into such a lazy, fat pig. "No, you're more of a sow with those tits and with your dick covered in fat. I should make you give me milk -- would you like that?" He just stood there sullen with tears on his bloated cheeks. "I'll take that as a yes. Now run back to bed, and I mean run." She smacked him hard on his ass and he painfully lumbered away and got into the bed. She came in a few minutes later with two half gallon jugs of mixture and sat down beside him. "Feeling better?" she asked him sweetly. "I'm so sorry for how I treated you in there, but you've gotten so fat and helpless and I remembered how helpless I felt when you were cheating on me that I couldn't help myself," she said. "So I brought you something that will help make you feel better." Then she propped him up and put the end of one of the half-gallon jugs in his mouth so it was between his teeth and his lips closed around it like a big nipple. As he started swallowing, she found his hardening penis and massaged it telling him that he had another one when he finished that. Then, she said, he could cum and have a nice nap. "These mixtures are very good for you. They're full of vitamins and appetite stimulants and tranquilizers and quarts of oil that will make you grow fatter and fatter, and you want that don't you?" He lazily nodded yes as he guzzled the drink. Fifteen minutes later the last swallow made its way into his painfully overloaded stomach and she coaxed a massive orgasm from him. She pulled the covers up over his sweating bloated body and tucked him in. She told him to get a good rest, reminding him that he'd be doing this again in a few hours. >>> "See my little belly?" He saw that it was definitely rounder, but hadn't noticed since his attention was on his own swelling stomach. "You're going to be a daddy! Isn't that wonderful?" she grinned, caressing her tummy. "I've been putting that cum of yours to use and this little one -- and every one that follows - will be all yours. Oh yes, there will be several more before I'm done. Each one another little tie that will bind you to me, legally and financially. So that if you ever dreamed of leaving, even if you could get up and find work, you'd never be able to pay the child support - and by then, alimony. So you see dearest, you are much better off having me take care of you! Don't you agree?" "Besides, tomorrow you are having a little procedure to help you gain more weight faster." Reaching under his belly she cradled his balls in her hand. "Now that I've lots of your juice in frozen storage, we are having these removed; and that is going to make you into a big, soft and very weak eunuch that will be called on to nurse his many children to come..." Taken - A Virtual Seduction To my readers, thanks for waiting. It's been a while since I have submitted a story, lacking proper motivation. I hope you enjoy the latest addition. A story of a couple that exchange erotic chats and emails and how they realize that a mental fuck is almost as good as the real thing! As always, this story is for the sole use of the author and cannot be duplicated without my personal consent. All characters are over the age of 18. Feel free to leave feedback and voting, that's how an author can gauge his work and what the readers really want and like. Enjoy! ============== Taken - A Virtual Seduction The chats had always been hot between them, filling that void that they both needed filled. Satisfying that sexual desire to be wanted that was missing from their lives. But little did she know how hot it would get! It was a normal Monday afternoon. The grind of work making her numb as she steadily worked through the stack of papers on her desk. *Ping* She jumped excitedly, knowing it was a message from him. She quickly grabbed her phone to read the message, hoping it was another steamy picture of his hard cock. She started her morning with one that kept her mind wondering, and her pussy wet and longing all day. It simply said "You will receive an email later today with instructions that you WILL follow explicitly." Nothing else, just that simple, but demanding statement. She tried to continue working, but her mind kept wondering to the picture from this morning and then the demand just sent to her. So she waited, getting wetter just from the mystery. It was an agonizing two hours later when she heard it. *Ping* It was killing her. She was on a conference call and couldn't look at it yet. She squeezed her legs together trying to satisfy that burning between her legs. It didn't help. Fifteen minutes later, the meeting ended. She grabbed her things and sprinted to her office, anxious to see what she received. When she reached her office, she closed the door and quickly grabbed her phone. The message again short and sweet. "You have mail!" She opened the email and began reading. She almost hyperventilated while reading it. Her pussy immediately began leaking copious amounts of her juices, soaking her panties. She called her secretary and had her clear her last appointment saying she wasn't feeling good and needed to head home. When she got there, The children were doing their homework and her husband was where he always was, in his study working on yet another report for work. She quickly dropped her things on the table, checked on each of the children, told her husband she was going to take a long hot bath and went straight to the bathroom. There, she opened the email again to emmerce herself in fantasy by following the instructions sent to her. The email read: On the way home from work, I want you to think about the pic I sent this morning. How you would like to taste it....to feel it....how bad you need to be taken like you have longed for....what it would feel like to be taken that way.....to be taken by ME....you're wet, I can tell. In fact, you've been wet since I told you this email was coming. Now you can't wait to get home and do it! When you get home I want you to go off by yourself and I want you to get your favorite toy. I know you have one, so don't say you don't! I want you to go into the bathroom, close and lock the door. Then I want you to imagine standing there, looking in the mirror. You see me come up behind you. I reach around your waist and pull you into my body. My arms wrap around you, taking your breasts in my hands. Kneeling them, squeezing them. I then snake my left hand down between your legs, feeling your heat. I squeeze you into my body as I lean in and bite your neck and shoulder sending goosebumps up your neck and small electric shocks straight to your pussy. I slide my nose up your neck to your ear and whisper "I am going to take this pussy..." squeezing you with my hand, "...like it wants to be taken. Like it NEEDS to be taken!" Then imagine me undoing your slacks and sliding them down to your knees violently, panties and all. Then with both hands, raising your blouse and bra up over your tits, leaving your midsection exposed to my ministrations. I reach up and again attack your neck and shoulder while my hands go back to your tits. I roll your nipples between my fingers, tugging and pinching them as I grind my now stiff cock between your ass cheeks. You moan at the overload of feelings. I whisper again "I am going to fuck this pussy. MY pussy. It's not making love and it won't be slow. I am going to pound this pussy..." Imagine me sliding two fingers deep into your now soaking pussy, curling them up to hit your g-stop making you shudder, "...like I own it!" I grab your neck and force you to lean down on the counter again. With your head resting on the edge and your tits hanging off and easily accessible, I grab your ass cheeks and spread them wide. With a flattened tongue, I start at your clit and slowly slide my way up to your puckered ass where I circle it before rolling my tongue and sticking it deep inside. Now I want you to take your toy and use it as my tongue. Slowly running it up and down your slit, smearing the copious amount of juices that I know will be flowing from you pussy now. From MY pussy! Now imagine me sucking your juices into my mouth, imagine me reaching up and forcibly pinching your nipples again. Rolling them between my fingers, pulling them in different directions. You push your ass back, wanting me deeper. Purring, you reach back and grab your ass with both hands, spreading it wide so I have better access. You try to raise up, but I push you back down. Holding your neck down, I stand and slap your ass hard leaving a red handprint seconds later. The sting both startles you and excites you causing a flood of juices to run down your leg. I lean in and in a low growl declare "You WILL stay bent over like this until I say you can move!" With that, I slap the other side of your ass, creating a mirror handprint on that side. "Understand!" You groan loudly now lost in the erotic moment. Your head in a daze as this is EXACTLY how you wanted to be taken. I tell you that you can be loud. "I don't care if your husband hears us. He should be doing this to you. He should be giving you what you want! He should be taking this pussy and fucking it like it so desperately needs!" At this point you sink the toy deep inside you in one solid thrust, imagining that it's my stiff cock. That cock you saw in the picture this morning. The one that made you wet all day! That one - sliding balls deep in one, full, powerful thrust. You envision me firmly holding your hips as I slide into you in one long stroke until my balls smash up against your clit. Imagine my hips moving in circles while I'm buried deep, smashing your clit and sending electric jolts directly into your pussy. Into MY pussy. You groan as you use the toy, imagining that it's me behind you. You pussy on fire and drooling down your legs. Wishing I really was there. That I really was taking you. You longed for this. Longed to be taken like this. To be owned like this! Then imagine how it would feel when I reach up and grab a handful of your hair, pulling you up to me as I continue to thrust inside you. My other hand grabbing your nipple again. Tugging it....twisting it....before moving up to your throat. Grabbing it firmly as I lean into your ear again "This is MY pussy now!" As I slam into you for emphasis. "I am fucking this pussy as it needs to be fucked. You will give me this pussy WHENEVER and WHEREVER I want it. You will cum when I tell you that you can cum. You will touch yourself when I tell you to so. Do you understand?" You start to speak through moans of pleasure, but I stop you. "Yes or No. Those are your choices!" You moan again resulting in me pulling your hair harder as I slam my cock into you again for emphasis. "Do..." (slam) "You..." (Slam) "Understand?" (Slam, SLam, SLAM). You scream "YEEEESSSSS" as you approach a powerful orgasm. Then you feel me pull out..... a loud sucking sound echoes in the room as if your pussy screams from the sudden vacancy of my cock. Whimpering you look back at me and start to ask why, but remember just I slap your ass and remind you that you will cum when I tell you to cum and not before. "You will beg me to cum and IF you are good and I am satisfied with MY pussy, I may let you cum. Understand?" You whimper in response, too wound up in the moment to speak coherently. I release your hair and you rest your head on the counter again, trying to catch your breath as I enter you again. You struggle to keep from exploding from the excitement of being taken this way but also fighting to keep from exploding. The contradiction of the two feelings is mind blowing. I lightly run my fingers down your back until I reach your hips. I take hold of them and slowly pull my cock back out. You moan at the sudden emptiness inside before gasping as I go balls deep in one solid stab, my cock sinking into you like a hot knife to butter forcing you forward, your head hitting against the mirror. Your hips pinned against the counter. No where to go. Nothing to do but feel my cock slamming into deeply. I know your hand is a blur slamming your toy in and out of your pussy now. You can see envision me behind you. You can feel me doing this to you, can't you? Don't cum! I again pull all the way out, listening to the wet pop of your pussy. Seeing your pussy juice covering my cock and balls now. The sucking sound as I pull out exciting you and making you long to have my cock back inside. I slam into you again and begin to fuck you like I have a mission. Totally taken by the moment. "Do you like this cock inside you? Do you like being taken like this? Do you like that I OWN this pussy now?" You groan again, unable to effectively communicate through the erotic fog you are in. You are totally consumed by the pounding of my cock into MY pussy! "Good, I take that as a yes! I bet you want to cum right now, don't you?" A guttural grown all that comes out of your mouth as I continue to pound into you with growing force. "I am getting close now. Once I am ready to cum, I want you on your knees in front of me. I want your hands by your side. You are not to touch me and you cannot cum, is that understood?" I state more than ask. I piston into you with growing urgency now, on the verge of blowing a huge load myself. I reach up and grab your hair again, pulling you up to increase the friction of your dripping pussy on my cock. I bite your neck again as I release your hair and grab your throat. Not strangling you, but firmly holding you so that you know who is in charge. So you understand that I am fucking you. The way you wanted to be fucked. The way you needed to be fucked. Fucked like I owned you! My hips a blur now as I feel that burning in my nuts signaling my impending orgasm. I pull out and force you to your knees. You quickly kneel and instinctively reach up to take my cock. I slap your hands and and grab you by the hair on the back of your head. "NO!" You whimper... You look up at me through glazed over eyes. Eyes that are so lost in the moment that you are but putty in my hands. "My Pussy!" I take my cock in my hand and begin stroking it wildly, feeling the cum rising up with a force that would make NASA proud. I aim my cock at your face and you open your mouth wide, wanting to take every drop of my spunk. I explode sending jet after jet onto your face, your hair and your mouth. Jet after jet firing out, covering you. The final streams falling short of your face, instead covering your tits and blouse that's still bunched up above your tits. I guide my sensitive cock deep into your mouth where you suck me dry and clean my cock off, reveling in the fact that it's also covered in your own juices. You run your tongue over the tip, sliding it into the slit at the top, sending shivers up my spine. Sucking my balls into your mouth to get all of the juices off them. I bend and grab the back of your head, forcing my tongue deep into your mouth. Sucking your tongue, and our combine fluids into my mouth. We kiss deeply for a little longer before I lean back. Holding your face in my hands, I confidently tell you "This is MY pussy now!" Reaching down and sliding two fingers deep inside you for emphasis. By now, I know you are on the verge of exploding. Your pussy is burning, leaking all over the floor now. You want to touch yourself, but know it is forbidden. You whimper, looking up and me you ask "Was I good? Was your pussy good? Can she cum now? Please, PLEASE may I cum now? I can't stand it anymore." I pick you up and bend you over the counter again saying "Yes, My pussy was real good. You can cum now. I will make you cum now." With that, I guide my cock, the cock you sucked back to life while cleaning it, deep into your red, swollen pussy and begin taking MY pussy again. You close your eyes, your chest heaving, your breath short. Leaning on the counter, mental images of this actually taking place running through your head. The burning desire to cum real. She is totally taken by the moment. She begins to furiously jam the toy into her hot pussy with one hand while her other hand plays with her clit imagining that he is really there. That he IS taking her as he stated. That he IS making her HIS! The excitement is too much for her. She explodes in a violent orgasm, eyes rolling back in her head as she screams "YYYEEESSSSS", having the most powerful orgasm she's had in ages. So hard that it makes her weak in the knees and she sinks to the floor in a heap of wet, satisfied flesh. Her breathing labored and her heart pounding hard in her chest. She reads the last of his email and smiles... "You're MINE now... I OWN that pussy!" She smiles a satisfied smile as she catches her breath there on the bathroom floor. Enjoying the most violent orgasm she has ever had....and was never even touched by him. Quietly she whispers "Yes, this pussy is yours now!" Taken Aback I have always had a great sexual relationship with my husband, and we have been able to keep the flame alive through our nine years together by being spontaneous and open with our sexuality. We openly share our fantasies, and have often fantasized together about having a threesome with another girl. One hot summer day, I was doing the dishes in the kitchen sink, singing and wagging my hips to my favorite R&B CD. I am about 5'5", very curvy, have short, blonde hair, and deep-blue eyes. The air conditioner was not working on this particular day, so I was working up a sweat from the hot running water and the dancing. My husband was in the bedroom working on the computer, or so I thought... As I was scrubbing the frying pan, I suddenly felt his arms around me, his mouth on my neck, and his whole body (which happened to be naked) pressing up against me. I felt a rush of desire shoot through me, and it was compounded by the growing bulge I could feel up against my butt. I dropped the dishbrush, totally absorbed in the feelings his touches were arousing. He kissed my neck harder, and then moved to my earlobe, sucking it while breathing in my ear. He knows that makes me insanely horny, and I was ready to tear my clothes off and take him right then and there. But he was holding me up against the counter, not letting me turn around, and now his hands started working their way up my shirt. My nipples hardened before he even touched them, and I moaned with pleasure when he started kneading my D-cup boobs. In one swift motion, he removed my shirt and bra, and then started to kiss my back. I was aroused out of my senses, my pussy juices were flowing and I just wanted him to fuck me, NOW!!! He pulled down my pants and caressed my ass with his tongue and hands. His fingers eventually found their way to my wet cunt, sliding in and out with ease, as I begged him to touch my clit. I spread my legs, and his fingers rubbed my erect climax spot, bringing me close to the edge. I looked down and saw that his cock could not wait much longer. The glans was swollen, deep red, and some pre-cum was oozing out of the little hole. He saw me looking at it, and asked me if I wanted some of this hard dick. I nodded with a smile, and leaned forward to offer myself to him. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Oh, shit," I said, "who could that be?" "You just stay right where you are, and wait, I'll be right back," he told me. He slipped his pants on and disappeared down the steps to open the front door. I couldn't help but touch my wet pussy, I was so hot by now. Standing there at the kitchen sink, I rubbed my clit and stuck my fingers into my tight hole until I was about to explode. I was interrupted by the sound of two sets of footsteps coming upstairs, and my husband calling: "You didn't go and put your clothes on, did you? You better not, because I have a little surprise for you!" My mind was racing. Who was with him? Was I ready for this? What would happen now? I didn't have to think long. My husband entered the kitchen, followed by a beautiful young girl. "This is Alicia. You know how we've always fantasized about a threesome with another girl? Well, it's going to happen, right here, right now!" I was dumbfounded, and couldn't get a word out of my mouth. Alicia looked good enough to eat. She stood about 5'6," slender, but with nice curves, hazel eyes and auburn, curly hair down to her shoulders. She walked up to me and kissed me lightly on the lips, and it was like her gentle kiss woke me up. I suddenly realized that I really wanted this to happen, and my animal instincts kicked in. I grabbed her and hungrily kissed her back, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I started to run my hands all over her body, and peel off her little sundress. Her breasts were much smaller than mine, with perky nipples sticking out of them. She had no bra on, and as soon as her dress was off, I devoured her tits, sucking and biting at the erect nipples. She moaned as I made wet circles all over her beautiful boobs with my tongue, and then got back to sucking and nibbling the nipples. Before I could move lower on her body, she pushed my head back to stop my suckling, and began a feverish attack on my breasts, sending currents of pleasure from my nipples to my waiting crotch. Her mouth worked its way lower and lower, until it reached my clean shaven mound. She lapped at my labia, teasing me by just slightly touching my clit as she ran her tongue up and down the outside of my pussy. "Let's move into the bedroom so we can do this right," I said, taking her by the hand and pulling her along. My husband, whose pants were off again, had been sitting on a chair, rubbing his very alert cock while watching us. He followed us down the hallway and into the bedroom, where he sat down on the desk chair, ready to watch what was about to unfold. I laid down on my back, and Alicia positioned herself between my widespread legs. My clit trembled in anticipation as she started to lick my inner thighs and the outer lips of my pussy, teasing me to the point where I wanted to scream. Finally, her warm tongue softly licked my pleasure center, almost sending me into an instant orgasm. I tried to hold back for a little bit, since this was probably the best feeling I had ever felt. Her wet mouth skillfully played with my throbbing clit, alternating sucking and licking, and when she pushed 2 fingers into my vagina I couldn't hold off any more. My back arched and I pushed her head into my wet, pulsating pussy, letting my deepest orgasm ever wash over me like a raging tide. I couldn't even scream, it was so incredibly good. I felt it radiate from my clit and all through my body, down to my fingertips and my toes. Alicia faithfully kept licking and sucking until I gestured her to stop. I looked over at my husband, who had semen all over his belly and hands. "Did you like that, honey?" he asked, with a devilish smile on his face. I smiled back and nodded. I walked over to where he was sitting, and started to lovingly clean his dick up with my tongue. I lapped up all the cum, and before I was done, he was hard again. When I looked over to the bed, Alicia had started to rub her pussy while watching me clean up my husband. "It looks like somebody needs a good'n'hard fuck," he said. "Why don't you prime her for me, babe, give her a good tongue fuck to get her ready for my buddy here." I was more than happy to oblige, and climbed up on the bed between Alicia's legs. Her beautiful pussy was very pink, had a nicely trimmed line of black hair, and her clit protruded between the outer labia, quivering with excitement. I went straight for her it, sucking it and running my tongue over it at the same time. I stabbed my long tongue into her tight opening, and she moaned and groaned, pushing my face into her pussy. I licked and sucked her slit as best I knew how, until her body shook with pleasure as her climax tore through her. When she pushed my head away, I got off her and my husband joined us on the bed. He got on all fours over Alicia and started to kiss her and suck her breasts while exploring her wet cunt with his one hand. He lowered his hips and rubbed the head of his uncut, big cock against her clit, eliciting a deep moan from her. His cock began to slowly slide into her, rocking back and forth and going deeper with every gentle thrust. I watched as my husband pumped his manhood into this beautiful young girl, and it was making me horny again. I opened the closet door and pulled out our vibrator and a tube of lubricant. I applied some lube to the large tool, and walked over to my husband's bobbing ass. I pulled the cheeks apart and pushed the dildo into his tight asshole, reaping the reward of a scream filled with a mix of pleasure and pain. I moved the vibrator around inside his anus, and then began to pump it in and out. It seemed to heighten his pleasure from fucking Alicia, and soon I could tell he was getting ready to come. She was as well, and as I rammed the instrument deep into his ass, they both orgasmed together, crying out in ecstasy. Alicia's body arched over and over, as climax after climax rippled through her every time he thrust his throbbing dick into her. Finally their orgasms subsided, I pulled the vibrator out, and he climbed off her. They noticed that I was breathing very heavily, and my pussy was sopping wet. My husband pulled me down on the bed and laid me down on my back. They both got on all fours between my legs and cooperatively worked on bringing me to climax again. Their warm tongues and lips licked and sucked my juicy cunt, and I wanted this moment to last forever. Unfortunately, I was soon at the point of no return and let out a scream of utter bliss while they continued to eat me out like a pair of greedy animals. I came over and over under the constant assaults of their hungry mouths, until we all collapsed in exhaustion in a heap of hot, sweaty, sticky bodies. When I came to, Alicia was putting her clothes on and getting ready to leave. She came over to me, kissed me a deep, wet kiss, and said: "See you next week, and then I'm bringing my boyfriend..." When she was gone, my husband told me that he had found her through a personal ad, and that they had agreed on weekly sessions, sometimes with her alone and sometimes with her boyfriend. I couldn't have been happier, and realized all over why I love my husband so much! And, I couldn't wait to meet Alicia's boyfriend... To Be Continued... Taken Advantages All I remember is being shoved against a wall and then my face was covered in a silk cloth. I heard voices but couldn't distinguish where they were coming from. A hand on the small of my back led me around slowly and I was sat upright on what I assumed was a cold metal table and soon found to be the back of some type of vehicle. We drove for what felt like forever, my short skirt showing that I wasn't wearing panties and my ass cheeks started to feel very cold on the metal. The voices were drowned out by music; I recognized it to be the voice of I See Stars. The upbeat screaming left me disoriented and I couldn't even sit upright in my confusion and I fell onto my side baring my ass to any of my captors that may have been around me. There must have been one right beside me because I felt a warm coarse hand slam down across my bare right ass cheek. I cried out and bit my lip. I hated to admit that this was all making me extremely excited and I was becoming increasingly more wet. Another blow to my ass cheek, this one stung; I winced and dropped my body trying to roll over. Firm hands gripped my hips and sat me back upright in my original position. A deep voice whispered in my ear "Keep still." And I went rigid with fear and excitement. I felt a jerking motion and I almost fell forward but managed to stay still. The firm hands gripped my arms and lifted me up onto my knees. Softer hands touched my wrists and pulled me forward and onto my feet out on the ground. I wondered if anyone was around and could see this happening but I knew it wasn't likely. I was led around and heard the creaking noises of old doors as they closed behind me and then the loud bang of what I assumed was a barricade on the door. The silk cloth was pulled from over my eyes and I quickly looked around at my captors. I knew the man. He gave me a swift spin around and pulled me close against him. "Hey there, Lillie. Surprise!" He smirked and raised an eyebrow at me awaiting my response and I looked away from his face to the female who I assume had been my other captor. I did not know who she was and I briefly wondered why she was there. She smirked at me and I suddenly did not need to wonder anymore. I knew she was there to play too. Gerard was about to let a stranger play with me. "Lillie, this is Annabelle. She's a a fellow submissive I met at the club a few weeks ago, you should feel special. This is weeks in the making." He said to me as he nuzzled my neck sending shivers down my spine. His hands slid under my skirt and gripped my ass firmly. He bit down on my shoulder making my knees buckle beneath me and he held up my full weight. Annabelle walked up behind me and firmly gripped my breasts through my shirt and I whined quietly. "She's really obedient isn't she Gerard?" I was surprised when her voice was extremely soft and calm. It made me feel more comfortable with her and I eased up a little. Her hand rubbed up my thigh and under my skirt, her fingertips brushed across the skin of my hip and ass, and she firmly gripped, making me press against her hand. I was extremely aroused by the thought of Gerard sharing me with a girl. Gerard then yanked me down to my knees and smiled down at me. Annabelle gripped my wrists as she slid down behind me and gently sucked on my neck and shoulders. I moaned gently and Gerard licked his lips looking down at us as Annabelle removed one hand from my wrists and slid it under the front of my skirt and started gently rubbing my clit. I moaned and leaned back into her pressing my hips against her hand, craving more. Gerard unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them drop to his feet in front of me. Hearing them hit the floor I knew what time it was. I pushed aside my desire to lean back into Annabelle and sat up on my knees with Annabelle's hand still drawing circles on my wet clit. I took Gerard's rock hard cock into my hands and started stroking slowly. He groaned and kept watching Annabelle fondle me as I stroked him. My tongue licked the shaft of his cock as I attempted to catch my breath from Annabelle's touch. I sucked gently on the tip and I heard him groan in pleasure. Annabelle pressed up on my clit and sent shivers up my spine. Annabelle lifted me onto my knees and pulled my ass out. She then spread my wetness and licked at my clit from behind. I whined and pressed my hips back a little. I licked at Gerard's cock hungrily; wanting to please him before I went over the edge. He then gripped my hair and pulled me to my feet. Annabelle growled behind me and sat upon her knees. Gerard lifted me up to his hips and I bit my lip thinking of him slipping inside of me slowly at first but harder and more furious as he fucked me. "You're biting my lip." His voice was a low hungry growl, and I released my lip. My mouth hung open a little as I breathed and tried to steady my mind. He chained my wrist to a wooden post and I stood there almost naked except my skirt. He looked at me up and down, and I suddenly became self-conscious and wiggled to try covering something. My efforts were futile. Gerard spun me around and smacked my bare ass making me yelp and whine as I felt the burn, hurt and excite me. His hand struck two more times and my breath quickened and I began to shake. "You're so wet Lillie." Gerard's fingers slipped between my thighs and swirled around my clit. I whined and pressed back against his hand and he slipped two fingers in me. He pressed and rubbed and slipped his fingers in and out of me. He then brought his fingers to my lips; and I licked his fingers and then my lips. Gerard smiled and brought his fingers to Annabelle. And she sucked at them hungrily. A chuckle escaped his lips and he came back over to me and smacks my ass again and I parted my legs. He slipped his fingers back into me and then started licking and sucking on my clit. I whined and my knees almost buckled beneath me. Annabelle crawled beneath Gerard's stomach and started sucking at his cock hungrily. I felt his breath quicken and he fingered and licked at me more furiously. I cried out as I began to reach my peak and he pressed against my inside and licked hard at my clit. I felt waves of orgasm ripple through my body and I collapsed. Gerard pulled his finger out of me and Annabelle still sucked and liked at his cock. He gripped her hair and pulled her lips away from his throbbing cock and he held his breath for a moment. I knew what he wanted to hear. "Master please, cum in me. Please. I want you to fill me. I want to feel it, please." He pulled my hips up and slammed his cock into me without hesitation. I screamed in pleasure and gripped the post. I could feel another orgasm coming and I arched my hips higher to give him better access to go deeper. I was hungry for him at this point. I craved his touch. Almost as if he heard my thoughts he smacked my ass hard and gripped my hair and my hip. He thrust hard three more times and pressed hard and deep inside me as he came. I felt the ripples of orgasm once again and I breathed hard as I moaned loudly. Gerard unchained my wrists and I collapsed and looked back at Gerard and Annabelle. I then realized Annabelle hadn't had a chance to cum yet. I crawled over to her and knelt in front of her. Gerard told her to lie on her back and she obeyed. I pulled off her shorts and she wasn't wearing any panties. I stared down for a moment at her and she seemed to want to hide her wetness. I pushed her shirt up and licked and sucked at her nipples. She moaned quietly. And I began to lick down her torso to her hips. I bit and licked at her waist and she moaned again. I spread her legs and dipped my tongue between her folds. Her body shook in pleasure and I licked a bit harder. She moaned gently and gripped my hair. My thumb swirled circles around her clit and she tugged lightly on my hair. I moaned as I felt the tugging at my hair and a sharp sting as Gerard's hand slammed across my ass. I licked at Annabelle's clit again and slipped a finger inside her wet folds. She moaned and squirmed a bit. She tasted good to me and her moans only turned me on more. I inserted another finger and her hips went up towards my mouth. Gerard watched from behind me his cock growing hard once more. His hands found my hips and pulled them up in the air and spread my legs on the ground. I continued to lick and finger Annabelle's wet pussy; listening to her moans knowing that Gerard loved watching me please others. I felt the head of Gerard's cock press against my pussy and I moaned softly and swayed my hips teasingly. His hand slammed down on my ass again and I yelped still fingering Annabelle. Gerard's hands gripped my hips tight and he slammed inside me not easing his way in this time. I cried out in pleasure and began licking Annabelle's clit again. He began to fuck me hard and fast, my moans matching up with Annabelle's. Her hands in my hair and Gerard pounding in and out of me made me increasingly more excited. Annabelle arched her back and cried out as she came. I continued to lick and finger her pussy as the waves of orgasm washed over her body. I slowed my pace but Gerard's remained fast as he watched me make her cum. Annabelle lay still, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Gerard pulled me back more and I was on my hands and knees as he continued to fuck me slightly harder and faster. I cried out and looked back at him. "Master, please. Make me cum," I said with a moaning whine, my voice shaky. "Please master. Fuck me until I cum." Gerard's eyes flamed with desire and he smacked my ass again directly on the already welting red mark. I cried out again and bit my lip, closing my eyes almost unable to keep myself up on my hands and knees. Gerard's grunts and my moans were almost synchronized as he fucked me. My eyes shot open and I moaned loudly as I felt an orgasm wash over me like an ocean. Gerard's pace slowed and his strokes matched with the waves of pleasure. He stopped and I collapsed on the ground beside Annabelle both of us catching our breath. Gerard smiled down at me and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "That's my good girl." His voice a hoarse but soothing tone; he gently rubbed his hand over the welting mark on my ass and smiled. "All mine." I smiled weakly at him and he picked me up to carry me to the van to take me and Annabelle home. Taken After Work I hate working late. Employee parking is a block away and I'm the last one to go. It's cold and dark and I can't find my keys! Out of the corner of my eye I see movement. "Hello? Is anyone there?" No response. Found my keys. As I go to unlock the door I am shoved against my car. With a dirty hand on my mouth, a voice whispers "Make a sound and I'll kill you! Do you understand Bitch?" I nod yes, and feel a sharp pain in my arm. That is all I remember until I wake to darkness. I am blindfolded and I realize I am tied down to something. I can feel the air all over my body so I know I am naked. I try to speak but realize that my mouth is gagged. Suddenly I hear a voice......"glad to see your finally awake. Now we can have some fun." I begin to cry as I feel his hands run down my body. In an instant my nipples are pinched till they are rock hard. He places nipple clamps on me and I attempt to yelp in pain. He moves down toward my pussy and begins to play with it. Softly at first, but he becomes angry when I try to wiggle away. He slaps my leg and leaves. I hear him moving things. Dropping things. "Ahh this will do to start." I feel his hand on my leg as he asks "are you ready for this?" Before I could try to move I feel something cold touching my pussy. Slowly I feel my lips part and something enters me. Its round and very cold. He shoves it all the way into my pussy and I cry out. The louder I cry the harder and faster he shoves this into me. "Before this is over Bitch you will learn you cant tease men and get away with it!" I try to remember that voice. "Do I know this person.?" My thoughts are quickly interrupted when he turns on the device that is in my pussy. It begins to pulse and vibrate with such intensity I loose all control of my body. "I see the little slut likes this! You wont like what's about to come I promise you that." In a quick movement he rips off the blindfold. As my eyes adjust I can see a table in the corner of the room. It has every sex toy you can imagine on it. I see him at the table searching for something. He turns to me with a smile and shows me the biggest dildo I've ever seen. "Now that I've gotten you all wet lets get the real fun started." "I'm going to take your gag out. And feel free to scream all you want. We're about 100 feet underground in a cement bunker. No one will hear you!" "Please, let me go! I won't say anything to anyone I promise." He laughs and moves down between my legs. Slowly he pulls out the vibrator and tosses it aside. I feel pressure at my pussy as he tells me "this may feel a little uncomfortable at first." I feel that huge dildo begin to enter me and I yell for him to stop. He ignores and me pushes harder until I feel the tip enter me. The more I yell the more turned on he seems to get. He moves to my arms and unhooks the straps from the contraption I am on and hooks this to something above my head. He does the same with each leg. He takes a remote out of his pocket and looks at me with a smile...."hold on darlin." With the push of a button I am being lifted up. I can't see what is above me but I am now spread eagle in the air. He gives a good hard smack to my ass and moves back to his table. I hang there in the air whimpering begging to be let go. He ignores me and moves closer with something behind his back. He moves under me and I feel a finger enter my ass. Then 2. Roughly he fingers my ass as I cry out in pain. He stops and again I feel something cold at my ass. He slowly enters my ass with a vibrator. "Please stop, that hurts! Please I'll do anything you want, just stop!!" "Oh you will do everything I want because you have no choice." Now my ass begins to vibrate and my body begins to convulse. How can I be in such pain yet feel so much pleasure at the hands of this maniac. He moves back to my pussy and roughly begins to fuck me with the huge dildo. I can't believe I am about to cum at the hands of this man. Being treated so violently was turning me on. He know realizes what's about to happen and stops. I hear his zipper release and see that he is completely naked now. I know what's about to happen and again I beg him to let me go. He takes out a knife and tells me to suck his dick. "Don't even think about doing anything stupid or I'll cut you!" He shoves his huge cock into my mouth and starts to fuck my mouth. His balls hit my face as shoves in and out of me. I can taste his pre-cum and fear he's about to shoot his load but he stops. He lowers me back down and tells me he's going to unhook me but warns me "you can't get out of here so don't even bother. You'll just tire your self out and trust me, you going to need that energy." He does as he said and I just lay there, afraid to move. He moves closer and pulls the huge dildo out of my wet pussy. He orders me to lay on my stomach and as I do, he pulls out the vibrator from my ass. I hear him behind me and I begin to cry as I feel him kneel down behind me. My nipples hurt more now that the clamps are being pressed into them. I feel him on top of me and slowly he enters my ass. "Please no! Your hurting me. Please stop!!" He grabs my hair and yells "shut the fuck up Bitch!" In one violent thrust he shoves his huge cock all the way up my ass. The harder I cry the harder he shoves into me. Harder and deeper and more violent than the last thrust. I can't believe that I'm about to cum. My body shakes and I can feel the wetness as I explode. Suddenly, he puts a hand on my throat and begins to choke me and in one final thrust he growls as he cums inside my ass. I awake inside my car fully clothed with a note on my steering wheel. "Here's to the first of many more meetings, I hope." I rush home to take a hot shower and try to remember what happened last night......... Taken Again You might think that a thirty-five-year-old woman living in the Nineties would have gotten over the emotional baggage she'd carried since her teenage years. But not even years of therapy have been able to dispel what happened to me then. It wasn't for lack of trying. I'd spent a fortune for the dubious pleasure of lying on a couch telling a stranger my life's history. And still could not resolve the issue that continuously burned in my head. I was almost raped when I was 15. Almost. Attacked, yes. Entered---not quite. It happened in a run-down part of the city where I shouldn't have been to begin with. Fortunately the would-be rapist was interrupted by a passing policeman. He made a run for it, and got away as the cop tended to me. Eventually, the officer calmed my hysteria--- but I never was able to erase the image from my mind. Even today, replaying the scene over and over, I can feel the bastard touching me, smell his after-shave, taste the mintyness of the toothpaste on his breath. And any little thing can trigger a re play: a news story, a man wearing the same aftershave, anything. But it's not the replay that I have struggled with the last 20 years. It's not the reason I've spent thousands on therapy. The real problem is that I hate myself for what I feel every time the image is triggered. Because I want him. Oh, true, a part of me wants to rid my mind forever of the memory. But another part of me burns to have it happen. To feel him pushing in me. Feel his hard cock filling me. Hear his grunts, his moans. Feel him moving, pumping, plunging--- and then jerking, squirting, spurting up inside me! Why? God! I only wish I knew. Try as I might to erase the loathsome image, a part of me responds with highs of such erotic intensity that I can almost come just from the image of him fucking me. I've struggled for so many years to come to terms with these feelings. Like most women coming to adult hood in this day and age, I'd had my share of lovers. But, until Marc, I never felt I loved. Always, the spectre of that almost-rape loomed up between me and genuine intimacy with a man. I wonder now--- had I not met Marc, would I ever have been truly happy? Marc was different. I met him 5 years ago, and from the start, it was as if I had found a long lost friend. We were harmony. We hit the right notes together. From the start, we could talk for hours and never sound off key. The sex between us was music sent from heaven, and remains so to this day. It was a relationship that seemed too good to be true. And as it moved on, the memory of the rape was pushed farther back in the distant corridors of my mind. It wasn't gone. I still recalled the scene and felt the guilt---and the excitement. No matter how close we became, or how much I came to trust Marc, I always kept from him that one vile secret of my past. I think he sensed there was something between us. He'd hinted around the edges, but had never confronted me, had never even pushed. He was so kind, so caring, so willing to let me keep my unopened, secret door inside me. And, in the end, that's why I told him. It just sort of spilled out of my mouth one night And once started, it was like a raging torrent. I couldn't stop. The hurt, the anger, burst from me like poison from a boil lanced. I purged my mind and body of my memory. He held me close. We talked for hours and then made love. I told him how the thought of it still excited me. He understood! He actually understood! I had shared the most intimate secret that I had with the man I loved. And more than merely accepting it, he'd understood. We made love--- truly, love--- all over again. It's now a subject that we can openly discuss. We sometimes even fantasize about it. I almost think it turns on Marc as much as it does me. By accepting the emotions that it conjures in my mind, trying not to analyse and fight them, I've begun the long journey up the path to feeling whole again--- to becoming again the composed and rational woman that I pride myself on being, without the alter-ego of a woman with a dark and guilty secret. The journey wasn't over. But it had surely begun. And then, one night, it happened. After a long and stressful day, I fell into bed exhausted. Marc followed. I cuddled close to him, and drifted into a deep contented sleep. What happened then was such a shock to my senses that I remember it now as if it's happening again. Suddenly, without warning, I'm awake and Marc is leaving my side. Through the haze of sleep, I sense that something is wrong--- terrifyingly wrong! But what? All too soon, I know. There's an alien presence in the room. Marc is struggling, fighting, cursing. A bedside lamp crashes to the floor. The wall-switch light snaps on, blinding my night-filled eyes. Then, as my vision returns, I see a man standing at the foot of the bed, holding his hard, erect cock in his hand. Two other men are tying Marc to the rocker with clotheline, and gagging him with duct tape. My pounding heart bolts to my throat. I start to scream but a hand clamps over my mouth. I try to bite it but I can barely breathe, and in my ear, a guttural, menacing whisper breathes, "Shut up, bitch!" Terrified, I do. I see them clearly now--- three men in ski masks, radiating a beastial lust so menacing I fear my heart will stop. Moving swiftly, they take my arms and bind my wrists. The one with his hand on my mouth says, "I'm going to let you go. Don't make a sound ,or you'll regret it to your dying day." "Which may come sooner than you think," snarls a second man. "Right here in bed," sniggers the third. "With a big strange dick in your sweet juicy cunt." All three look into my eyes as they shed their clothes. I am revolted. I want to puke. But behind my revulsion, behind the terror that consumes me, something else begins to loom. I return their gaze defiantly. They seem to look straight through me. Suddenly, I sense the power they feel. They're in control. In this, the most intimate chamber of a wife and husband's love, these aliens run the obscene show--- and they are about to raise the curtain. I must resist, and yet I can't. For Marc's sake as well as mine, an inner voice insists--- I can't. The man who held my mouth now tears my nightie from my body. "Get naked, bitch!" he snarls. I shut my eyes, blocking out reality, lie helpless, as the others begin to explore and plunder my body. In my mind, it's as if the three thugs are as one crude, lust-filled man. His rough hands fondle my breasts, slide between my thighs, caress my belly and flanks, the cradled contours of my flesh. His teeth nibble sharply at my nipples. A hand touches my pubic mound, slides along my labia, then rips away my panties. I hear the sinister laugh of my rapist's lust. I gasp. I try to shut down my emotions. But the past comes back. Oh God! The past comes back! Their pricks are hot and hard. Their sense of power fuels their lust --- and, against my will, it fuels mine too. Again, they dissolve into that one instance long ago. A man's fingers probe my sex. One finger, then two, then more--- deep inside, working in and out. "Get away!" the voice inside me screams. And then I feel 15 again, and another voice, whispering low but gathering strength, cries, "Do it! Don't stop! I love it! Love it! Love it!" The intruder lies beside me on the bed. He pulls my hair, kisses me, and forces his tongue into my mouth. I taste his minty breath. The past again! He parts my thighs. I feel his tongue slithering between my pussy lips. Jesus! Yes! Don't stop! "Stop it!" my inner voices scream--- but my cunt gives forth the slick and oily fluid of my lust. In the caverns of my mind, I hear the echoes of my youth singing, "This is what it might have been! This creature of your pleasure!" "Nice pussy," someone says. A tongue flickers over my clit. I groan, "Oh God! Oh God!" I know that Marc is struggling. But I also know that struggle as he may, he's as powerless as I am. He's naked in the rocker. They've tied his arms behind him. His face is flushed with lust. His prick is hard, erect. He's humping, trying to fuck the air. Now I'm confused: is that agony or pleasure that's written on his face? The men sneer. "Your wife might enjoy another cock inside her, no??" one asks. Marc groans. A yes? A no? The man moves over me and brings his pulsing prick within inches of my cunt. He forces my legs apart as far as they can go--- exposing my cunt, its drooling lips betraying my arousal, my lust, my wanting for his thick hot prick that now, against my will, consumes me. "You've waited a long time for this," he says as his cock moves toward my sex. He rubs its swollen head upon my clit. I feel his shaft sliding up and down through the wet and fevered cleft of my aching cunt. And against all instinct, all effort in my mind and heart, I hear my inner voices crying, "Yes! Oh yes! Oh! Twenty fucking years!" His cock enters my body. Oh! I shut my eyes and savour its intrusion. Oh! Time stands still. Turns back to the dark city street. Oh! The terror. Oh yes! Deeper! The cop who interrupted. .. "It's okay!".. .The ache, the pain, the fear--- the hysteria that followed. And now this alien, nameless prick plunging into my body brings me back to that dark night so long ago. Oh God! It brings me back! "Yes!" I cry. "Yes! Don't stop! I want it! God! I want it! Fuck me!" A mouth clamps down on my my swollen nipple and bites. "Yes!" I say again. "I want it! Yes!" A cock thrusts into my face. I want to resist, but my mouth opens and swallows it. "Oh, fuck, yes!" I moan. " I want it! Ummm! Yummm!"--- and intelligible sound is lost in my slurping up and down the silky skin of his hot, hard muscular shaft. I fight the pleasure, but it's no use. I know now that I've wanted this for years. I'm beyond fighting. With each thrust of this alien, cock the chorus in my mind grows louder--- an iron anvil chorus hammering "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" One prick works my cunt. I suck and jerk another. And then a third slowly pushes into my butt. My anus! Oh God! Let me endure this vile, taboo bliss--- these three hot, fleshy pricks moving in and out within me! Deeper! Don't stop! Oh God! Its okay! And before my God can answer in the sacristy of my mind, I feel the soft flames kindling--- burning up within me, lapping, overlapping, towering upward, bursting like a super nova star into orgasm after orgasm--- a crescendo, I know, that had been building all my life. My life. .. my life.. .ooooh God! My life! And as my convulsion ended, as my spasms died--- as I came back to conscious life again--- I felt the demon that had haunted me so long slip sliding away, down into some dark vortex of my soul, from which it never again would rise to haunt my love-filled nights. Never had I felt so many emotions course through my body all at once. Never had I felt such release of anger, of self loathing, of confusion between what I'd been and what I so desperately wanted to be. Each orgasm brought its own release. Each prick that entered me and fucked me brought joy beyond my wildest dreams. My mind relinquished all my guilt. I feel cleansed. I took them, welcomed them, and begged for more.. . But Marc, my love, was still imprisoned in his rocker, his face a mask of anguish, eyes of lust, his cock still hard and oozing rivers of precum. His sexual hunger was palpable. I could feel it in my well-fucked cunt. And I wanted him. Oh God! I wanted him where all those other cocks had been! Wanted his hot flesh to erase the feeling of the others! Someone untied his bonds. He lunged for the bed but they held him back. They laughed. "You want your wife now, do you?" one of them asked. " You said she was such a sweet, wet pussy. .. You want a piece of her now, don't you?" "Yes!" Marc cried. But maybe we haven't finished with her yet," the intruder said. "You said ...?" Suddenly, the intruder's words struck home! Marc had planned this from the beginning! He'd hired these thugs to invade our bedroom, tie him up, and rape me--- to exorcise my past! I looked at the love of my life. Our eyes met. His face streamed with tears. I pursed my lips and gave him the most compassionate air-kiss I could fashion. Then I looked down at the alien fingers that were probing my hot and hungry cunt. And I knew that I wanted them too. Wanted them again. In me. Yes. Wanted to feel their hot pricks fucking me while Marc looked on. It was beyond our control now. My legs were forced apart, exposing my pussy lips once more. Oh, yes! More alien fingers probed my body's depths. My juices were running like a river. Yes! Marc, watching, had already cum once and seemed about to cum again. "Want your hubby, bitch?" a harsh voice intoned. "Yes," I begged, pleaded. They let him go. He fell upon the bed and we embraced in tearful kisses. "I'm sorry, God! I'm sorry," he sobbed, and I soothed him, comforted him, and tried to tell him it was all right. "Please--- it doesn't matter. Take me now, Marc.. ." I pleaded. The disembodied voice growled, "Tell me you want your hubby to fuck you now, bitch." "I want Marc," I sighed. I desperately wanted him to end this here and now. Yes, oh please, yes! I gazed into his eyes, pleading. They begged apology but nothing more. Our intruders stood stolid, grim faced, waiting what their leader told them to do next. They knew. Strong hands lifted astraddle Marc's thighs. I felt his prick against my clit--- and then, as the intruders stood watching, I sank down on it, let it slide full length into me. I savored the feel of it rubbery length pressing the walls of my weeping cunt. I was pushed forward onto Marc's chest as I humped his prick. "I know it's you in me," I whispered. "No one else." "Oh baby!" he replied. "I'm so sorry." There wasn't time for more commiserations. A cock was pushing towards the opening of my ass. I wanted to hide, to die. I wanted to scream--- in ecstasy or in pain. I couldn't tell which, because a third cock was somehow in my mouth now and my tongue was sliding up and down its shaft as two fat cocks fucked my cunt and ass. Like Confucius said, "If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it." I relaxed. Oh God! It was good! A cock in my mouth! Another in my virgin ass! And a third--- my sweet lover's lovely prick, buried in my eager, hungry cunt! So fucking, fucking good! And then, seemingly simultaneously, the cocks inside me began to twitch. .. then jerk. .. and then, balls leaping, spurt and squirt their hot cum up into my cunt, my mouth and ass. My own tension, bottled up for days, burst loose, rushed over me like a prairie fire out of control. I came, and jerked, and shuddered--- and then came again! And then, as the afterglow receded, we, Marc and I, found ourselves alone. As if they'd never been there, the men who'd fucked me silly had vanished to wherever they'd come from--- wherever Marc had found them. I tried to come to grips with my thoughts as I lay in Marc's arms, He held me gently. We didn't need to talk about anything just then. We had shared it all--- my past, our present, the fantasized future--- in the last hour. And now there was only our real life future together. Thanks to Coaster for all the help he gave me with the writing of this story. It wasn't always easy but it was definitely fun!! Taken Again I made up my mind to see him again...The man of my sexual dreams. He had taken my virginity and I had made love to him again right afterwards. I always knew I'd have to be forced to make love the first time. The memories of his strong arms wrapped around my waist still went through my head. So did the out of control feeling when he threw me to the motel room bed before entering me. As he started his trek to see me in Cortland, I started to primp for him. After showering and then shaving my bush until it was very trim, I put the black lace teddy with ties on the front up my legs until the ruffles hit my hips. It fit quite nicely and let my nipples poke through the lacy flowers. I looked at myself in the mirror...I looked good. I had recently gone through a bout of depression and had whittled my way down to 100 pounds. With 36C breasts and a 5 foot 2 inch frame, I knew that I was a catch. I had never looked so good before. The black and white print shirt with tails in the back came next. I rubbed my breasts with my hands in anticipation of his arrival. A tight black skirt and white fishnet socks completed the outfit, along with some white shoes I'd worn as a waitress. Some mascara, blush, lipstick, and perfume were added as an extra touch. I started on my way to pick him up outside of town. He was coming a long ways from Rochester on his bike, but didn't know his way around the Cortland streets. All along the way there, I reminded myself how I wanted to fool around with him, but wasn't sure about making love again. I didn't want to wind up used for someone else, so I decided that I would do just about anything he asked me to. I wanted to be his one and only. I picked him up at the designated stop and brought him back to my place. We embraced and he laced his tongue around mine in a passionate embrace. He also kept his hand on my knee the entire trip, just beneath my skirt. Tim always made me feel special, and today was no different. He commented on my attire and I got hotter just thinking about what might happen with him. The teddy rode up my crack, which sort of turned me on during the entire trip. We entered the house and he quickly went up to my room. I was disappointed because I wanted him to keep me company while I finished an Easter cake for my sister the next day, but he had other things in mind. When I went upstairs, he was naked and waiting for me. A tool kit he brought along was lying next to the bed. We kissed and he moved me to the middle of the room. I could feel the moisture building in my teddy as I felt his body envelope me. He started to take off my shirt after feeling up my breasts and clitoris. I helped him by unzipping my skirt until it fell to the floor. He kept me standing up and spent a lot of time concentrating on finger fucking me. Then he led me to the bed. Tim moved down to open the tool box, which was filled with foam, baby oil, a plastic sheet, and many bottles of massage oil. He told me that it was one of his last fantasies to pour baby oil on a girl, put a plastic sheet on the bed, and make love to her. That sounded messy to me and seemed to be something that we might do in the future, but not on the fourth date. Since he asked me about it instead of telling me, I declined. I got on my back and moved my way up to the headboard. He entered me and pressed his weight down on me. I loved feeling trapped like this. With his warm cock throbbing in me and filling me up, he added to the experience by sucking on my nipples and caressing my breasts. I moaned and tried to be everything I thought he wanted me to be. He got me all hot and bothered and then told me he was still seeing his ex-girlfriend. That only confirmed what my friend had already told me. I knew he fucked her the day after taking my virginity away. Instead of devastating me, the competition was on. I wanted to prove to him that I was a better choice than she was. Tim asked me what I'd like to do and I told him to try doing it on the stairs. That was always a fantasy of mine, although I wasn't sure about the comfort factor. Instead, he said he'd rather show/teach me the positions of the bedroom first. That stung, but I kept up with my guise. He stood me up in front of the mirror on top of my dresser. He started to tell me how hot I looked and started to talk dirty to me. I went along with it and put on a little bit of a show. He needed his hand to guide him in after missing the first time, but he quickly started to pump into me. I watched the two of us in the mirror. It was like our personal porno movie. He moved his hands onto my shoulders and then to my hips. I thrust back at him, as he kept my back arched downward. Eventually I moved my long hair over my face so I wouldn't have to see my breasts bouncing up and down. Tim moved us away from the mirror and I moved back onto him standing fully erect. Between his 5 foot 8 frame and my 5 foot 2 frame, he fit perfectly. I also stood on my toes. His hands moved all over my body, spending a lot of time on my breasts and between my legs. He finally moved me back to my bed, where he positioned me on top of him. I started to move up and down on his erection until he grabbed me by my hips. He continually thrust up inside of me as he sucked on my breasts. Finally, he came. I pretended to come with him by throwing my head back, squeezing my legs and saying "Oh God, Tim...Oh, God". It was quite convincing, if I do say so myself. He had me put foam in and watched me slip it between my legs. I got a call from my sister a half hour later. Time tried to take the opportunity to fuck me again by standing up behind me and slipping his penis back inside of me. I elbowed him hard because I was given the news that my father was going into the hospital. Tim tried to fuck me the rest of the night, even when I got my period. I gave him a letter and told him that I would love to see him again if he only committed to see me, but he was too much of a player to contact me again. I saw him once at a friend's wedding, but that is another story. Taken Again After Rajesh fucked Shalini in front of me at his home Shalini went inside a shell. She didn't speak to me on the way home and she didn't see me eye to eye for next few days. She didn't make it a big issue out of it because she knew that at some point she also accepted to be a part of that. She also made it clear she didn't want to meet Rajesh again. I explained it to Rajesh and he was ready to wait for her to come back to normal. It took couple of weeks for me and Shalini to come back to talking terms. But we didn't talk about what happened at Rajesh house. When I was thinking that the chances of seeing her again with another man was slim Rajesh called me. "How is Shalini?" "She is the same, She doesn't want to speak about you but she has started talking with me" "Aravind we have raised the feelings which were buried inside her. I don't think she can remain like this forever" "But she is not willing to talk about this at all. In one way I am happy that she didn't make a big issue out of this" "Aravind we should create a situation where I meet her again" "That's not possible Rajesh. She will never agree to meet you" "Let us make it look accidental. You bring her to the multiplex sometime and I will meet her there as if it was an accident. I will convince her" "I am not sure if this is going to work out Rajesh" "You just bring her and the rest I will take care" Rajesh convinced me. I then talked to Shalini about the movie plan and after some convincing she agreed. I informed Rajesh of the plan and he said he will be there. On the day we went to the theater and I bought the tickets and there was still time for the movie to begin. That's when I got call from Rajesh asking me to meet him at the Men's room. I excused to Shalini and went to the Men's room and met him. "I saw her. Man she looks hot. I would love to get inside her pants one more time" Rajesh said. "How can that happen here?" "I will go and talk to her now. You take some more time and then come out. I will switch on my mobile for you to hear our conversation" saying this Rajesh left. I went inside an empty stall and put the phone to my ears. There was no sound for sometime. "Hi Shalini what a pleasant surprise?" it was Rajesh voice. There was no reply from Shalini. "Wont you talk to me?" "So is this all your plan to bring me here?" Shalinis voice was filled with anger. "What plan? You came with Aravind? Where is he?" "What do you want? Please go away?" "Are you still mad about that day? I am sorry I just couldn't control myself and everything happened spontaneously" "I don't want to talk about it" "Shalini but I still miss you. I need you" "No Rajesh it's not going to happen. Leave my hand Rajesh don't create a scene" I could visualize in my mind that Rajesh was trying to hold her hand. I didn't want him to create a scene there. "Please leave me. I don't want Aravind and you meeting again" Shalini was saying "Ok I will leave now. But can you meet me for 10 minutes after the movie starts?" "Why?" "Let us discuss and sort this once and for all" Rajesh said There was silence from Shalini side. "I don't want to .." I could see her voice weakening. "Please just once. You come to that side of the building and there is a private place where we can talk. After that we don't have to meet" "Ok I will try" "I will be waiting for you there. See you soon" I came out of the rest room and walked towards her with cola and pop corn in hand. I didn't show any signs that I knew everything and she also didn't talk about it. "Why are you sad Shalini? Don't worry about anything" I told her. We went inside the cinema hall and the movie started. After few minutes Shalini said that she had to use the restroom. She went out. She came in after 30 minutes and she looked tired. I asked her if she was alright. She said she was and continued watching the movie. After going home that night I waited for Shalini to sleep. I called Rajesh immediately and he briefed me what happened. -- I was waiting near the store room which was not in use. I was not sure if she will come or not but was waiting for her. That's when I saw her coming towards me. She stopped in front of me. She was breathing heavy and her breast were going up and down. The t-shirt she was wearing was showing the contour of the beauty lying inside. I wanted to get my hands on her immediately. "What do you want to talk about?" "Let us go inside and talk" I opened the door. She hesitated for a second and then followed me inside. The room contained lot of unused papers and boxes. "Shalini I miss you and I need you" I pushed her back to the closed door and pressed my lips onto hers. She didn't open her mouth instead tried to push me away. I took my mouth away from hers and looked at her. "I can't do this. This is wrong" she said. "There is nothing right or wrong in this. You did like what happened between us that day didn't you? Don't lie" I asked her. I put my hands on her hips and put my face on her neck. She tried to push me away but I could see her strength weakening. "I can't do this" she said weakly. I lifted her t-shirt over her head and there she was standing in black bra and her jean. I kissed all over her face and neck and took her lips in mine. "Shalini you and me are made for each other. You are a beautiful princess. You are made to give pleasure to man. There is nothing wrong in it" I unhooked her bra and looked at the beautiful boobs. I massaged them and took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. With one hand I unbuttoned her jean and pushed it down. With both my palms I took her ass cheeks in my hand and massaged them. "Shalini don't say no to me. I need you whenever I want" I lowered her panty to her knees and there was her hairy cunt in front of me. I inserted my finger into it and pushed it deep and she was feeling weak on her knees and couldn't stand. I understood she has just had her orgasm. I moved her around and made her to bend. She held on to the boxes there. I unzipped my pant and took out my throbbing cock. "I was waiting so long to fuck you again Shalini. Did you miss this too?" She was just moaning with her ass thrust in air and her pussy fully exposed to my assault. I inserted my now rock hard cock into her and rammed her. I held on to her hair and fucked her. I fucked her hard for all the days she ignored me. She was struggling hard not to scream as we could hear people walking outside. I held onto her boobs and fucked her tight little pussy hard. She moved back to meet each of my thrust. That's when I knew that the last straw is pulled and she will do whatever I ask from now on. With one final deep thrust I came inside her in gallons. Come started dripping outside her well fucked cunt. I fell on top of her and hugged her as I noticed she hitting her second orgasm. I kissed her. "See that was not bad. You did enjoy it. Now you go back to Aravind and don't tell him about this" "Rajesh one question, was Aravind part of this from the beginning?" "No Shalini he is not. This will be out little secret" Rajesh helped her wear her dress and both of them came out after they made sure no one was outside through the door crack. -- Hearing Rajesh explaining this in detail to me made me come immediately. I knew there were now much more interesting things waiting in future. Taken Against My Will I am a 27-year old single woman. I am 5-7, 120 pounds, short brown hair, 36" tits, 26" waist, a nice figure overall. Here is a true story... After getting dolled up for the boyfriend and then ending up in a tiff I found myself drowning my sorrows in booze at the bar he left me sitting at. I sat at the end of the bar wearing a tight white tank with a push up bra showing a lot of cleavage. I had to keep adjusting it to keep from popping out. I also had on a short tan skirt that came just under my ass cheeks when I sat on the stool. I had on no panties this night and I was getting propositioned left and right. I politely turned down the offers as I just wanted to drink my self silly. After 2 hours of drinking I got up to leave. There had been a table of black men sitting, watching and offering things to me for hours. I was halfway to my car when one of the guys from that table grabbed my arm. They must have seen me getting ready to leave and hurried out ahead of me. "You're coming with us," he said in a heavy drunken voice. I replied, "No, let go of my arm! I'm going home!" The severity of what might be happening does not register because of how drunk I am. "No, follow me nicely and there won't be any trouble," he shoots back at me. He was pulling at my arm and not letting go. He forced me to walk with him and as we approached what I guessed was his van, I noticed 4 others inside and the side door opened. "Get in," he said, pushing me towards the side door. "Please don't!" I say, almost crying. "Let me go, or I'll scream!" "Get in or there will be more trouble," and he shoves me the rest of the way into the van. The back seat of the large van has been taken out and there is a mattress in its place. "Get back there and make yourself comfortable." "Let me go, please," I whimper to him. "We already answered that, bitch," the same guy snarls at me. "Get comfortable." Fearing and not knowing what they wanted, I sat down on the mattress and waited for what was next. The guy who accosted me was in the driver's seat. He looked back and asked with a smirk, "Are you comfortable?" I knew he could have cared less about my comfort. A simple, "Yes," was all I could say in return. "Doesn't look like it. Why don't you start warming up that pussy we are going to get?" What I had been fearing had now been vocalized by him. "What do you mean?" I ask, still crying. "Get it warmed up," he laughed. "Get it wet! Play with yourself!" Four of them were watching me intently with smiles on their faces. My head was spinning from all the booze I had and it was difficult to take everything in clearly. I felt myself lying back and slowly moving my hand underneath my skirt to my crotch. At the same time I was thinking to myself in a muddled way how I could get out of this but nothing came to me. Before I knew it, I am touching myself with 2 of my fingers. I began rubbing my clit, spreading my pussy lips and inserting my fingers as they watched. At the same time, their hands went to their crotches to rub themselves through their pants. Then the guy sitting right across from me in the somewhat cramped van said to me, "Oh that looks nice, you have a hot looking body, I want to fuck it." Just then the van stopped and they all moved toward me. They must have all taken off their pants when we were driving to where we were. As they moved to the back all I could see are their long, thick dicks. 5 of them. These dicks were thick like a sausage log and long. I'm guessing the smallest was 7 inches and the longest must have been 12. "Are you ready for us you tease?" one of them said to me with a big smile. "No!" is all I could reply. "Well we are going to fuck you until as long as it takes for you and all of us to get off," the main guy said. "Don't try faking your orgasm, because we can tell. And then it will be more trouble." "Good god, I am scared to death," I managed to think to myself as they approach me and begin to touch me. "These dicks are huge and there are 5 of them. How am I ever going to be able to do this?" Just then one of them started to caress my tits through my top. "These are nice," he said while roughly feeling my tits. "Why don't you show them to us." Pausing for a second and then remembering that I had no choice, I took my shirt off over my head. "Nice bra," another one of them said. "Slowly take it off." I undid the back and took it off one arm, dropping one of my tits out and then the other. "Oh, I like big tits," one of them said while the others whooped and hollered. Immediately, one of them grabbed one side and another grabbed the other side. They were squeezing them, rubbing and licking the nipples. Since I was in no mood for these men and they had me against my will, I felt nothing for what they were doing. I closed my eyes and tried to collect my thoughts. Just then, hands were separating my legs. "Spread these and put your knees and legs up," one of them said. They raised my legs up and laid back. Another one of them started to finger my pussy, rubbing just above the clit and then fucking me with his finger. "Oh you are nice and wet, you must be excited," the black guy fingering my pussy said. "No I am not," I replied rudely. "Well you will be in a minute!" he said loudly. As he said it, he continued to fuck my pussy with his fingers but he did it more aggressively, sticking them in further and faster. It made my body jerk when he did it. With my legs still spread and up in the air, I felt another of them put a hand on my ass, squeezing it. "Damn, that's a nice fucking ass!" he said loudly with a smile. "I can't wait to hang on to that thing!" He continued squeezing my ass and then slowly circled my ass with his finger. After several seconds of that he entered my ass with his finger just a little and then began to move in the same motion as the other guy fucking me forcefully with his finger while his friends watched. Yet another one of them said, " I don't need to play with you. I am already hard. Lets see how that mouth is with a dick. Open wide!" I closed my eyes again and opened my mouth. He moved to put the tip in. It was warm and thick and very hard. I could hardly get my mouth around it. "Open wide, bitch," he said and he slowly pushed his cock in. Then he threw his head back, "Ahhhhhh! That's right!" I was thinking, "I won't be able to take this guy in my mouth. And especially not with the other distractions." I keep reminding myself to focus, but it is hard because I am so drunk. He pushed it in half way and it gagged me. He was so long and thick I could hardly keep my mouth on it without wanting to push him off me. "I know you can open wider," he says and he pushed a little more in. I tried to relax my jaw and throat but it was hard with the guys using their fingers on my pussy and ass. I also tried to open my mouth more but it just did not feel like it opened any more. "Now stick out that tongue," he said. With great effort, I stuck out my tongue a little and he slid his hardening cock way into my throat. I gagged immediately and instinctively threw my hands to his stomach to push him away. It did no good as he grabbed my head to hold me on his cock and continued to drive his black cock into my throat. The others were still fucking my pussy and ass with their fingers and licking my tits. He kept thrusting his huge dick in and out of my throat and I was gagging as he did it. "C'mon suck this thing!" he spit out and I did the best I could under the circumstances. I began moving my tongue on it and sucking as hard as I could. Then he pulled my mouth off him and said, "Suck my balls and stroke me! Damn you have a hot mouth." Immediately I reached up to stroke his hard dick. It was thick, I could hardly wrap my hand around it. As I was stroking it I took one of his nuts into my mouth and sucked it and licked it. I then switch to the other side. "Take them both!" he said. I thought for a second about what he meant. Then realizing he meant both of his balls at the same time I said, "I can't take them both at once." "C'mon you can," he replied. I opened my mouth wide and gobbled up what I could and found that I was able to take them both at the same time. "Oh that's right bitch!" he said as he threw his head back in ecstasy. One of the others said, "Are you horny yet? You sure are wet" Fearing for what may come next, I lie. "Yes!" I said, pausing my oral work on his engorged balls. One of the others laid down and said, "Lets do something else. Get on this big horse." So we all rearranged our positions and I climbed on top of him. I leaned forward just a bit to move the tip of his dick to my pussy. It was so hard, it surprised me. I slowly moved back and forth a couple of times to get it wet with my pussy before I moved down on it all. Then I sat down on him and he grabbed me at the hips and said, "Show me how you fuck." I started moving back and forth and then both of my arms were taken by 2 others and laid on their hard dicks. These were just as big as the one I was fucking. "Stroke me," they both said. I began stroking them and one said, "Get me wet." So I bent over to suck one cock I am stroking to get it wet with my tongue and then switched to the other. I wasn't sure what to do so I just licked them up and down. They were hard and solid when I put them into my mouth. I just could not believe this was happening to me. I had never had dicks this size, let alone have them forced on me. They scared me. The one inside me was feeling ok for as big as it was. The largest cock was one in my mouth. I could hardly open my mouth wide enough and I gagged right way as he slowly pushed it into my mouth. "C'mon hon, you can do better than that," he growled. "I'm trying," I said. "Take it slow. It is hard to concentrate, please understand." He was holding my head and thrusting his hips so his dick was thrusting freely into my mouth. "OK, my turn," said another. He was leaning back on a cushion of some sort, sort of half sitting, half standing. "Come ride me now," he said. I got up and moved toward him. Someone slapped my ass. "Damn I like that ass, bitch," one of them howled. I leaned over the guy who beckoned me to ride him and hurriedly entered his dick into my pussy. "Oh you are wet," he said. "You must be liking this. Fuck me good now." Again, I slowly moved back and forth to get him all the way in. His dick was warm and felt like it was all the way into my stomach when I sat down on him. "Rock me," he said, "Come on!" I started to move back and forth and then there was a dick in my mouth again. By the taste, it was one I had fucked already. He was OK in size and I could handle him OK. I was riding the one and then told to stroke another one. Someone began sucking my tits again and that surprisingly made me get wetter. "Now for the real fun," said one of the guys who was free. I was pushed forward slightly and something cold was rubbed on my ass "Just lubing you up," he said. Using his finger he applied the lube on my pussy and to his cock. Behind me, he put one hand on my shoulder, grabbing it and, with a little pressure, he put just the tip of his large cock into me. "You like this, don't you?" he asked gruffly. "Yes" I lie again. I was stroking 2, sucking one, and being fucked in the pussy and ass. The ass fuck was slow, which was good because it hurt. My ass was burning because his dick was so large. "Oh you are tight!" he screamed. "I am going to cum fast." Out of nowhere, someone hit my G spot and I really started working the dick in my mouth. I also found myself thrusting my hips to being fucked. I found it odd how I could react to this being done to me. It wasn't anything I was trying for but it just came on me. The one I was sucking said, "Oh she is liking this, I think she is going to cum! Man she can suck a dick! I can't hold it longer!" Then I felt his dick twitch and he thrust it in as far as he could, making me gag. Immediately I felt the warm sweet cum enter my throat. I was used to swallowing when I sucked cock so it didn't totally overwhelm me. "OK, one down," is all I could think as he withdrew his spent cock from my mouth. Just then the one in my ass sped up his fucking pace and it made me cum quick. I scream "Oh fuck..." "OK," the one in my ass said, "let's really bang this bitch now," and they really started thrusting into me harder and faster. I twitched and shook from the climax I didn't want and just then the one pulled out of my ass and as he said, "I knew you would like this, you fucking tease," I felt his cum hit my ass. It was warm, and I felt it hit the top of my ass and drip off. Then the guy fucking my pussy said, "I'm close, ride me!" Immediately I went faster, moving my hips back and forth, working his dick. "OK, here I come!" he yells and pushed me off and shot the cum onto my face. Again it was warm. The first wad hit me in the bridge of my nose and spread to my cheeks and dripped down my face. I thought that was it because it was such a large shot but then another stream hit my upper lip. I moved my head upward a bit to catch some in my mouth. It was sweet and I thought it was strange how I found myself wanting to taste this man's cum who I did not want to be doing this with. Still, I thought to myself, "2 more, I am worn out." "We aren't done yet, spread them," another one said and he pushed me onto my back He slowly got into my pussy after teasing it with his dick. I didn't see what the point was in that little bit of foreplay but then again, I thought this whole thing didn't make sense. He grabbed a hold of my hips and fucked me hard. Fast and hard, grunting while he slammed his big black cock into me. I caught a look at it as he was going down to put it into me and I never thought I could take something like that. Another got in front of me holding down my arms and then laid his dick on my mouth. "I want the same treatment from your mouth that he got," he said and I open my mouth to take it in. This cock was thick like a fist, but not as long. I could take him deep into my throat, not that it was up to me how far I took it. He leaned over so as to be out of the way of his friend fucking my puss and used my mouth like a pussy. He fucked his big black cock in and out of my mouth like it was nothing. I relaxed my jaw and throat as much as I could to withstand his assault. His friend pounded my pussy just as hard. It didn't take long and I felt him twitch and he said, "Man you can get a man off quick!" He pulled out, grabbed his engorged wet cock in his right hand and shot his cum on my tits. Then he rubbed his dick in it and told me to suck it off. He shoved the cock back into my mouth and I expected him to be going limp after cumming but he stayed hard. His cock had a slimier feel to it with his cum all over it. I sucked him and got off all the cum and swallowed it. Surprisingly, he withdrew his cock and sat down, seemingly spent. Meanwhile, his friend was still hammering my pussy. "She is one good fuck," he said. He pulled out and came on my stomach. He too rubbed his dick in it when he was done and told me to lick it off. He was content to just let me lick if off rather than put it in my mouth. I cleaned off his softening cock and he moved to the front of the van to start it up. There I was, cum on my face, tits, stomach and back. I heard one of them say, "We knew you would like that. Now clean up and we'll take you back to your car." I was amazed at what just happened. I couldn't believe it and I still can't today. I was shaking, yet satisfied. They tossed me a towel and started hooting and hollering amongst themselves. I was so ashamed... Taken and Broken Ch. 01 Jaren Mathewson had been watching her for weeks. He wanted her. Needed her. A single meeting at the Golden Mare Casino in St. Louis had been enough for him to decide. He had to have her. Completely. Of course, his friends had already known what he was planning when he called them together. Hell, this wasn't the first time he had planned this particular kind of mission and most likely wouldn't be the last. If morality were an issue at first, the electronic deposit of ten thousand dollars into each of their bank accounts had erased it like so much chalk on a board. Eddie Adams was in charge of Supplies and Security and, as a obsessive techie, he was good at what he did. Then came Victor Cherevin, the Russian mechanic, was on Setup Detail and was good at what he did. Finally, Elmoira Caine, as Victor's fuckbuddy and business partner, was Transportation and was good at what she did. Typically, all they had to do was make sure everything was up to Jaren's standards, leave, and enjoy their earnings, though, sometimes, they liked to have a "piece of the pie" as it were. All Jaren had to do is get her to the pickup site at the agreed upon time. And Jaren, as all his friends agreed, was good at what he did... The Grab Alexa Hart was having an amazing time touring St. Louis. The history, the food, and the nightlife were intoxicating. Typically, she didn't do things like travel to previously unvisited cities on a whim, but with the betrayal of her former lover, she felt it was time to live for herself and not some spoiled, overgrown, frat boy who couldn't keep his dick in his pants long enough to zip up. She had done a complete overhaul, dying her auburn hair a darker, deeper red, wearing it down instead of in that tight bun she felt had had a part in declaring her ice queen of her law firm, changing her wardrobe from business suits to slinky dresses, complete with fuck me pumps and tacky earrings. She wanted to tease some body, get close to them, let them think that her ruby red lips would soon be doing something more than whispering seductively in their ear, then disappear without a trace. The very idea of it sent shivers up her spine. Perhaps it was projecting her problems and her, admittedly, not-yet-abated anger onto someone else, but at this point, she really couldn't care less. Now, just because her fashion choices had taken a turn to the Slut Side, didn't mean she looked trashy at all. She had an awesome body and she knew it. Yoga, pilates, and daily jogging left her in the best shape of her life and, instead of drowning her sorrows in a pint or four of Ben and Jerry's Double Chocolate Brownie, she decided to feed her cockteasing side, ready piss off every guy she came across. And she was good at what she did... When Jaren had first laid eyes on her, she was flirting with one of the bartenders, bent over the bar slightly, eyes heavy lidded, breasts pressed together on top of her folded arms, her finger caressing the stem of the wine glass beside her, slowly, seductively, her peach of an ass an enticing target to any that walked by. Jaren was already making calls. "So, how old are you anyway?" Alexa asked her, clearly nervous, bartender. "You're cute, but you don't look like you're old enough to be serving drinks." "Y-yeah, I get that a lot." He said, cleaning a glass for the fourth time, a fact that Alexa noticed and relished in. The bartender, a 19 year old Terrence Carter, was shaken by this beauty who had deigned to come speak with him at length about whatever seemed to pop into her head. "I'm nineteen. Yourself?" "Don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age, son?" Jaren said, sidling next to the stunning beauty that was Alexa. "Yes sir! Sorry, sir!" Terrence said before hurrying to the other end of the bar, away from the temptress who seemed to want to eat him. "Oh, poo. And I was so close to getting a few free drinks." Alexa sighed, turning her attention to the man who scared off her prey. He was cute. Chiseled jaw, adorably crooked smile, the perfect amount of cologne, and fit too. 'Who knows?' she thought. 'I might not be much of a tease tonight after all.' "Well, there's still time. Should I call him back over?" Jaren said, grinning all the while. "Oh no. You'll do fine..." she said, sipping at her Dom Perignon, looking him over. "So, who are you, Mr..." "Mathewson. Jaren." He said, ordering a cognac on the rocks from one of the other bartenders. "And you?" "Kelsey. Kelsey Jones." Alexa lied. A fake name should infuriate him to no end once he found out. "Well, Kelsey, how're you enjoying St. Louis?" he asked. "Hm...And how do you know I'm not from around here?" she asked. "Believe me, if you were from out here, we would have met." He said, coolly. "Is that so?" she asked, mildly intrigued with this conversation. "It is. I can see right through you." "Oh, I doubt that." She said, sipping her champagne. "I can be pretty...complicated at times." "I have no doubt." Jaren said, chuckling, leaning closer. His scent was pervading her senses in a way she hadn't experienced before. Perhaps it was the drink, but Alexa had the feeling the man sitting before her really could read her mind. "I'm betting you're usually a lot more reserved." "Yeah?" she asked huskily, leaning closer to him, mint and alcohol clearly on her breath, her breasts prominently pushed toward Jaren only half subconsciously. "What makes you say that?" "How about this?" Jaren said. "If I can guess where you're from and why you're here, you come with me and we'll have a night on the town." "And if you can't?" "I'll buy you a drink and leave you be. Deal?" he said, holding out his hand. Alexa thought about it, pondering her options. On one hand, she could have this gorgeous man ply her with gifts and praise for the rest of the night, something that would, at the very least, give her an interesting story to take back home. On the other hand, there was something about the way he smiled that made her uneasy. Something off. Something dangerous. Her instincts were whispering to her, warning her off. But, the louder, more powerful voice of her primal urges egged her on, drowning out her misgivings with waves of anticipation to her more sensitive parts. There was no choice. "Deal." She said, shaking his hand. After the first bar, Alexa wasn't too mad about losing the bet anymore. By the third, she was rolling on molly and coke, ready to take on the world. And by the fifth, her head swimming in a variety of illicit substances, so, when she was led to a nondescript van at the corner of She-Didn't-Know and Who-Knows-Where, and two hooded figured jumped out to grab her and drag her in, she wasn't exactly able to fight her way to freedom. Regardless, her wild swinging caught one of her assailants in the jaw causing him to grab her by the hair and jab her, a little more forcefully than needed, with a syringe. The drug worked almost immediately, her flailing dying down into weak gestures as she passed out into her captors embrace. Victor rubbed his aching jaw. The girl packed more of a punch than he would have thought. He was driving and was about an hour away from the city limits before he received a text message from Eddie. Everything was set up and Jaren would be at the spot the next night. For now, they were to take care of Kelsey until he arrived with the usual ground rules. He looked back at her in the rearview mirror, whistling. He hadn't got too much of a good look at her when Eddie loaded her into the second van, but he sure saw her now. Chained up as she was, her bare breasts bounced and jiggled with every bump in the road. Victor groaned as Elmoira, bent over into his lap from the passenger seat, continued to take more and more of his swollen cock into her mouth. He reached over and gave her ass a hard smack causing her to groan in a unique blend of pain and appreciation. As she redoubled her efforts, Victor grabbed her by her short black hair and forced her to deep throat him. The sounds of her gagging and slurping always turned him on and wondered if Jaren wouldn't mind him playing with the girl in back a bit before he arrived at the cabin. On second thought, he better not. Jaren wasn't exactly to most mentally stable people he knew. Who knew what he would do to him? To Jaren, this was a ritual, something to be performed in just the right way. To tread on that would be to sign up for a trip to the bottom of the Mississippi. He'd allow them to tease her, toy with her. But, until he arrived, nothing more than that. Elmoira was definitely enjoying herself, bobbing up and down on Victor's thick cock as she played with her soaked pussy, her hand moving furiously beneath her thong and undone jeans. These missions always made her hot and the anticipation was usually too much for her to bear. Especially since Jaren had promised her she would be allowed to play too. Eddie sometimes drove and she'd take care of him the same way. She had a severe oral fixation, one that expressed itself when on the road for the Ritual. Strangely enough though, she had never had Jaren inside her. There was something about him that scared and excited her. Something that she thought would disappear as soon as he was inside her and she wanted to keep it going for a little while longer. "We're here." Victor said, grabbing Elmoira by her hair and pulling her off his cock. She panted, tongue out, mascara smeared down her cheeks. She pulled her hand from between her legs, fingers slick with her wetness, and sucked them clean, looking at him with an animal's hunger in her eyes. There was a knock at the window and Victor lowered it, hand still gripping Elmoira's locks. It was Eddie. "Hey, the room's ready." Eddie said, completely unaffected by Elmoira and Victor's current state. "Let's get her inside." "Cockblock." Elmoira said, grinning, stroking Victor's length slowly. "I was getting close." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said, rolling his eyes. "Let's get her in the house and you two can go fuck like rabbits for all I care. The serum doesn't have much longer before it's out of her system." "Fair enough." Victor said, releasing Elmoira's hair, tucking himself back into his jeans, and opening the door. Elmoira straightened herself up and crawled into the back with their prisoner, unlocking her chains from the side panel of the van. Victor opened the back doors, let Elmoira out into the cool, night air, and lifted Alexa out, pulling her over his shoulder and carried her into the cabin. Outside, it didn't look like much, but, within, was a king's palace. A particularly perverted king that is. Jaren had bought this cabin and the land surrounded it relatively cheap. No neighbors in at least a 10 mile radius, the wooded area was the very definition of secluded. Apparently, the last owner was a bit of a hermit, living off of the land, keeping to himself. However, the money was too good to pass up so he took it and went overseas. And now, for all intents and purposes, It was Jaren's off-the-grid pad, decorated with all the amenities a sadistic, perverted, millionaire could want. Taking her to the back, it became clear that Jaren had made some changes to his hideaway. Mainly the fact that the back had been extended some, creating a huge play room for his conquests. Within were a variety of machines and toys that Jaren had collected, and even built, over the years. Situated in the center was a St. Andrew's Cross. Here is where Victor placed Alexa, fitting the cuffs around her wrists, ankles, and midsection. Once completely bound to the device, he pushed it back onto a hydraulic post so that she was now laying on top of the contraption. Blindfolding and gagging her, he left her there and turned off the lights. Jaren would be here soon. "Aw, come on Eddie!" Elmoira teased, leaning back on the couch in the front room. "Throw a girl a bone!" "You're such a slut, Moira." Eddie said, typing on his laptop, engrossed in his work. "Why do you want to piss Victor off so much?" "Because angry sex is the best kind of sex!" she sang, throwing her arms in the air. "Besides, I need me some dark meat." Eddie paused, trying not to laugh at that last statement. Truth be told, he had no issues at all giving Elmoira what she wanted. And, after he was done checking the security cameras that surrounded the property, he'd do exactly that. He just liked denying her what she wanted. "Eddie!" she whined. "Stop being an asshole!" He just shook his head. Jaren was turning onto the dirt road that led to the cabin. Nodding, he activated the external security alarm that would let them know that someone was coming their way, stood up, and turned to Elmoira. "So, I'm an asshole, am I?" he asked, moving slowly toward her, unbuttoning his pants. Taken and Broken Ch. 02 Jaren drove through the night in silence, plans unfolding wildly in his mind. His BMW cut a smooth path through the foggy night air as he headed to his hideaway, the waxing moon peeking through the dark tree tops. He mentally ran through his checklist, unsure if anything had been forgotten. By the time he was satisfied that all was in order, he was pulling up to the cabin. Turning off his car, he stepped out, opened the trunk, and slung a full duffel bag onto his shoulders. His excitement was palpable at the moment, but he took a moment to collect himself. He had a certain image to portray. Walking up the steps to the front door, he breathed deeply and pushed it open. Elmoira was bent over the couch, current being spit-roasted between Victor and Eddie. Her makeup was even more of a mess than before and would have given her a broken look had it not been so obvious that she loved every second of the attention she was getting, her eyes rolling back as Eddie's long cock worked its way in and out of her hungry mouth, the smacking sounds of Victor's hips pounding against her ass as he took her from behind. Jaren set his bag down at the computer table and went to fix himself a drink. An 1888 Frapin Cuvee. A bottle he adored and only drank in preparation for The Ritual. Pouring the brandy into a crystal Libbey, he turned to watch the rough threesome that was transpiring in the living room. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmmmm..." Elmoira moaned around Eddie's cock in time with Victor's savage thrusts, completely immobilized as Eddie had a hand pinning her arms behind her back, and the other gripping her short hair as he continued fucking her mouth. They had been keeping a fairly steady rhythm right up until Jaren had walked in. Now, they seemed to be close to release and the thrusts were becoming erratic. She couldn't remember how many times she had cum already. Four? Five? Not that she was complaining. If she wanted to be technical about the situation, her first orgasm hadn't truly ended, had just been a rollercoaster of sensations that had repeatedly crested and left her shivering in anticipation of the next peak. She wasn't able to think too much on it, however, as, first Victor, then Eddie bottomed out inside her and filled her with rope after rope of hot cum. She struggled to swallow the load Eddie gave her, but some dribbled past her lips and down her neck. Groaning, the two men pulled out of her well used holes and let her collapse on the couch in a puddle of her juices. "Get yourselves cleaned up." Jaren said, still enjoying his drink. "We've got work to do." "On it, boss." Victor said, making his way to one of the two showers in the cabin, Eddie heading to the other. Elmoira was still splayed on the couch, panting after being used so hard. "Yeah, and Jaren?" Eddie said, poking his head out of the shower room. "Mikey said that there's a little something extra in that package you had me pick up. Said you'd know what to do with it?" "Oh? Interesting. I'll check it out." Jaren said, drinking the last bit of his brandy. He moved to the corner of the room where Eddie had placed the three packages he had brought in. Rifling through them, he made sure everything he needed was present. Fifteen minutes into it, he found the 'something extra' Mikey had sent him. A bottle roughly the size of a coke can with a letter attached. As he read through it, he began to smile. Michael Fairaday was a despicable human being, but his perverted mind tended to be in tune with Jaren's. Almost a kindred spirit. This was definitely a game changer. Checking his watch, a stainless steel and white gold Rolex, he stood up, grabbing the near comatose Elmoira by the hair, an apparent theme of the night, and shook her roughly. "Get up, get cleaned up, and get changed." He ordered. Elmoira groaned and sat up, stretching. It seemed like Victor was just about done with his shower. "Is it time?" She yawned, the dried semen on her face starting to crust and flake off. "Just about." Jaren said. "You'll have your turn. Just get ready. I have some things to do with our guest first." "I'm sure you do." She said, smirking, running a hand up and down his arm. "Now, Moira." "I'm going, I'm going!" she grumbled, getting up and making her way toward the back. "Asshole..." "What was that?" "I said, 'Asshole'!" "And don't you forget it." Alexa awoke completely restrained and disoriented. She was lying on her back, completely nude and alone in a dark room. She began to panic, struggling weakly against her bonds, unable to do much against them. Breathing hard, she noticed something on her face. Looking down, she saw a modified oxygen mask seemed to be covering her mouth and face. Connected to it was a thick plastic tube that ran down her arm and disappeared off the table beyond her line of sight. She tried call for help, but the most she could manage was a tiny squeak. Trying to remember what had happened, she found her mind fuzzy and unfocused. The last thing she could recall was drinking in some bar, blurry faces swimming past her mind's eye, nothing coherent or tangible. A door creaked open somewhere off to her left and she heard footsteps moving slowly toward her, getting closer and closer. A hooded figure appeared above her, standing at the head of the table she was strapped on. Its eyes seemed to glow, a white-hot light that made her look away. A hand grabbed her face roughly, forcing her to look at it. "Tell me, Alexa." The creature began, its deep voice seeming to waver in and out, fading and growing. "What is it you see?" "Help...me..." she begged quietly. "Please..." "What do you see, Alexa?" "Please...I'm scared..." The creature chuckled and began to run a slightly calloused hand down her body, caressing her slowly. "Nooooo..." she whined, pulling at her restraints. The hand cupped one of her generous breasts and began to fondle it gently, teasing the nipple with a single finger, making it stiffen until it was completely swollen. Another hand joined the first, playing with her other tit, giving it the same treatment as the first. "Please...Don't..." The figure then pinched her hard nipples, making her cry out in pain. As her swollen buds were pulled and pinched mercilessly, she bit her bottom lip, groaning at the sensation. "What do you see, Alexa?" the creature repeated, fondling her roughly, its nails, more like claws, digging into the soft pliant flesh. "I don't know!" she cried, tears beginning to stream down her face, arching her back, trying to get away from the pain. "What do you want!?!" Suddenly, the hands disappeared and she fell back onto the table, sobbing. "Only you, Alexa. Only you..." the creature said. Eddie sat on the cabin porch, puffing on an electronic cigarette. Currently, his wife, Crystal, was on the phone telling him about some business or other involving one of her co-workers. He wasn't really paying attention. She believed him to be at some conference in San Diego. He had a sneaking suspicion she had a feeling about the goings ons of his various out of state travels, but, as long as the money kept rolling in, she didn't bring it up. He was glad. This side of himself was a monster that had to be released every once in a while. One that, after months in its cage, needed to be free to stretch its legs and run amok. "Yeah babe, it's going to be a few more days. A new policy was just put in place and it's going to be a complete overhaul of previous practices. At least that's what they're telling us." Eddie said, exhaling a plume of smoke slowly. "How about we take a little vacation when I get back?" "Oooh! Sounds great, sweetie! How about Jamaica? You've always said you wanted to go." She said, gushing. Eddie always wanted to pamper her in some way after his trips. A red flag if there ever was one, but she wasn't ever one to turn down a trip abroad. "Sounds good, babe. I'll get the tickets tomorrow. We'll have a blast. Gotta get back now, though. Donovan wants to talk about some of the changes." He said coolly. Lying to her was starting to get disturbingly easy. He wondered what that meant. "Talk later?" "Of course. Hurry back. Kisses." She said before hanging up. Eddie slid his phone into his pocket, stretching before heading back into the cabin. Victor was sitting on the counter in the kitchen texting. Elmoira was still in the shower room, no doubt getting dressed. Eddie was curious as to what she decided to wear this go around. Typically, Jaren encouraged costumes, the more outlandish, the better. When he brought his conquests to the cabin, he usually had them breathe in a mild hallucinogenic which made his victim mentally expand on what they saw. Demons, monsters, even aliens. Anything to confuse them and convince them they were a long way from home. In the long run, it really helped in The Ritual's process. In the short run...Well, it was fun. The shower room door opened and Elmoira stepped out, the remaining mist of her shower billowing out around her. She wore a modified latex gimp suit, a deep maroon, shiny and slick, which hugged every curve of her body. There was no mask, but the contacts she wore made her eyes completely pupil-less and white. Three zippers adorned the suit, one on each of her breasts and one in between her thighs. The extended gloves seemed to have short, rubber spikes running across the palms. All in all, she looked as if she stepped out of the sexiest part of hell and wanted to drag someone, kicking and screaming, back with her. "Hey guys!" she exclaimed excitedly, striking a pose. "Think she's ready for this?" "Probably not." Victor said without looking up from his phone. "That's kinda the point." "Oh, shut up!" she said, pouting. "Eddie thinks I look good, don't you Eddie?" "Um, yeah!" Eddie said, swallowing. Truth be told, Elmoira looked good in just about anything and Eddie loved her sense of demented style. "You look really good, Moira!" "Aw, you're sweet!" Elmoira said, turning and giving her ass a smack. The back of her outfit was still wide open. "Do me a favor and zip me up?" "Sure." He said, moving behind her, drawing the zipper up her back. His cock was at half mast and pressing against her ass, a fact that she didn't miss. "Mmmm. Is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she asked, wiggling her ass against him teasingly. "You tell me..." he said, grabbing at her hips. Unfortunately, she danced away from him before he could do anything about it. "Ah ah ah!" she said, wagging a single finger at him. "Not yet, big boy. We have a job to do, now don't we?" "Yeah, Jaren will be back out in about ten minutes." Victor said, finally looking up. "Who's first?" Alexa couldn't stop writhing. By her count, she had six vibrating clamps on her at the moment. One on each nipple and two on each side of her labia. Her fear was mixing with the sensations of the vibrating toys and the fact that the creature kept her guard up, switching between loving kisses and caresses and stinging blows of a cat o' nine tails. Right now, it was suckling on her neck, one of her sensitive spots. No matter how scared she was and how much she begged, she couldn't deny that she was immensely aroused. Sure, she tried to pull away and fight, but the fact of the matter was she was gushing wet, yet unable to reach release. It surprised her that she wanted to cum, but she wasn't given a second's reprieve to think about it. A single finger began sliding between her drenched pussy lips, up and down slowly, flicking at her clit, before sliding back down and inside of her. Her back arched again as the finger fucked her slowly. She couldn't help it. She was so sensitive. "Stop! Please! Leave me alone!" she screamed, straining against the straps that held her prisoner. The oxygen mask was long gone, but, whatever it had been pumping into her lungs, had not worn off yet. Her eyes had gotten used to the dark room, but the hallucinogenic didn't help her make sense of anything she was seeing or feeling. Her body was merely reacting on instinct, her hips moving with the finger inside her. Jaren was always amused by this phase. The hallucinogenic also had a bit of an aphrodisiac mixed in with it. Simply put, it enhanced any stimulus the subject received. Right now, she was putty in his hands. The glasses he wore were modified to be infrared, so he was able to read his watch. Time was about up. Giving her one last kiss on her neck, he removed his finger from inside her and stood up. She was babbling, but he ignored in, checking the clamps. They were wirelessly connected to the computer up front. Once 2:00 o'clock hit, the clamps would start a random vibration cycle and he would leave her to her own devices for a bit. And then, the real games would begin. Taken and Broken Ch. 03 Jaren closed the door behind him, effectively muffling the sounds of the woman being pleasured/tortured inside. Removing his hood and glasses, he made his way into the front room where Elmoira was currently straddling Eddies lap, teasing him. Victor was wandering the cabin like a Roomba while talking on his phone. "It's time." He said simply, making his presence known. The trio of deviants looked up at him, Victor, stone-faced and ready, Elmoira with a big, toothy grin, and Eddie, who was half occupied with the full globes of ass that he was palming. "We'll give her a few minutes, then we will begin. Let's take this time for a rundown. Edward?" "Uh...yeah...The surveillance system is online. Anyone gets within a mile of the cabin, we'll know." Eddie said, trying not to think too much about Elmoira grinding slowly on his lap. "Also, the tracking serum that Victor injected into her works too. We'll be able to pinpoint her location down to the square foot should she escape." "Good. Good." Jaren said, nodding. "Elmoira?" "Hm? Oh, yeah! I have three vehicles stashed in the usual places, so if the law shows up, we can all get away!" she said joyfully. "Each has a copy of fake set of credentials and cash, so if you have to disappear, you can. That way, me and Eddie can run off to a deserted island and screw our brains out!" Victor rolled his eyes at this, hanging up his phone, sliding it into his pocket. Elmoira was a hell of a tease, but that was one of the reasons he kept her around. As far as he was concerned, he considered her his and, no matter what ended up happening, she'd always come back to him. Whether or not he'd take her back was another matter entirely. "And you, Victor?" Jaren asked, turning to him. "First aid and rations are all fully stocked." He said seriously. "The police tracker is fully functional and I have a friend or two in local law enforcement who will tip us off if the police start to suspect anything." "Very well. If everything is in order and everyone knows what is going on..." Jaren said, turning to the door at the end of the hall. "Let's begin, shall we?" The door creaked open yet again, but Alexa was none the wiser. Still writhing and still seeking release, she wasn't focused on anything other than the vibrating that was teasing her supple body mercilessly. She squeaked in surprise when the hooded man appeared once again above her. "What do you see, Alexa?" Jaren asked, looking down at the prone woman. She felt a pair of hands undoing her ankle cuffs, lifting and spreading her thighs wide open, locking her feet back in place. "What do you want from me!?!" she begged. She was even weaker now, unable to put up much of a fight even with her legs momentarily free. "It's simple, Alexa." Jaren said, beginning to once again caress her breasts. She groaned. "What do you see?" "You're fucking crazy!" she yelled at her captor, spewing a long line of curses and insults at him. "You fucking bastard! Let me go!" Jaren backhanded her across the face, cutting off her tirade. It then stepped back out of her line of sight. Something wet began to trail its way up her leg to her inner thighs, little kisses soon replacing the tongue, getting closer and closer to her center. She tried to close her legs, but two pairs of hands forced her back open and chained her knees to the sides of the table, keeping her widely splayed as the lips found their way to her core. "Ah!" she yelped as the tongue came back into play, flicking back and forth across her exposed clit. Her hips began to move with the tongue, unconsciously begging for it. A pair of hands begins to caress her hips and thighs, making her jump. This newcomer seemed to have soft, pliant spikes embedded in their palm. Giving her wet pussy a quick kiss, the new assailant slowly removes the four clamps on her swollen lips. Alexa moans as the pain brought on by the blood rushing to her labia is soothed by the oh-so-enthusiastic tongue. "Please! Stop! I can't...!" Alexa pleads, getting closer and closer to release. "Mmmm, you can't what?" came a woman's voice from between her legs. "I couldn't quite hear you. I'm a little busy at the moment. Maybe you can tell me what you can't do when I'm done, kay pumpkin?" With that, Elmoira began to eat again with gusto, her tongue working a decadent magic on Alexa's sensitive pussy. Her hands began to trail up Alexa's body, slowly, the sharp bards digging into her soft skin, across her stomach, to her heaving breasts. She jerked awkwardly, halfheartedly trying to get away. Her restraints showed no sign of giving in anytime soon and she was quickly wearing herself out, leaving only the dull throb of fatigue and pleasure that she desperately wanted to get away from. Alexa shook her head back and forth, getting closer and closer to her inevitable release, unwilling to give in to her captor's touch, but unable to do anything about it. The room was silent save for the lapping and sucking sounds Elmoira made between her thighs. As she reached the edge, a large ball gag was shoved into her mouth, her screams muffled as she flew into a fit of orgasmic convulsions, unable to stop, unable to think, the soft lips and tongue caressing her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she collapsed in a pool of her sweat and juices. Twinkling stars floated lazily before her eyes, she only vaguely aware of Elmoira still kissing and nuzzling her sensitive pussy. The last thing she remembered before you succumbed to the sweet bliss of sleep was a deep chuckling that seemed to envelope her entire being. The ball gag Jaren had developed was an interesting piece of work. For all intents and purposes, it was a normal gag, if slightly more porous. He had soaked it in a mild methamphetamine. Nothing so bad as to transform her into some kind of fiend. No, that would take away a very important part of the game. Instead, she would eventually associate the high she got from the gag's cocktail to the various sensations she would soon be receiving. Once Alexa had passed out, Jaren ordered Eddie and Victor to undo her bonds and turn her over, face to the table, ass high in the air, arms bound up to the elbows and to the table allowing her to lean on them. Her knees were tied into place by two leather straps that looped over the table and slid into slots in the table. This allowed her a bit more movement, but not much. A large anal hook, coated in lube was, after a bit of coaxing, slid into her tight ass. A thick length of nylon rope was tied to D-clips at both ends which connected to the hook to the back of the ball gag, forcing her head up. Eddie and Victor set everything up with the practiced precision of veterans. All in all, the entire process only took five minutes. Elmoira stood behind Alexa, cooing over their handiwork. Once she was immobilized again, Eddie and Victor stepped back to their original positions and waited for Jaren's next move. A bucket of cold water was thrown over Alexa's head, startling her awake. She sputtered and gasped around the gag in her mouth, looking around wildly. "No sleeping, dear Alexa." Jaren said, setting the bucket down. "We're not yet done." Alexa groaned, noticing the hook in her ass, the large ball held firmly in place. "Now, I suppose I should explain who I am and what I plan on doing to you, yes?" he asked. Her angry retorts were garbled by the ball gag. "Indeed. Well, to begin, my name is Jaren Mathewson. I doubt you'll remember, but we met in St. Louis. My team members, the ones surrounding you, are Victor Cherevin, Edward Adams, and Elmoira Caine." He said, pacing slowly, in and out of her line of sight. "And, yes, those are our real names." He paused to let this information, and the implications behind it, sink in. Once it hit her, Alexa began to thrash wildly, stopping only when the pain of the anal hook became too much. "Not to worry, Alexa. We're not going to kill you, we merely wish to have a bit of fun." Jaren continued. "You see, we all have certain fetishes, fetishes that are less than legal, see? And, in order to feed our, admittedly, perverse desires we tend to take young, beautiful women like yourself to do with what we please. Now, I am a man of means. Once we are done with our fun and games, I will pay you the sum of one hundred thousand American dollars and free you from your imprisonment." Alexa was silent. "While you think that over, I will offer you a word of caution. If at anytime you try to escape, we WILL find you and we WILL kill you." He warned, wiping a bit of the drool dripping from her lips with his thumb. "So, in the end, regardless of what you decide, you are going to be used. Hard. You can fight, bite, and claw as much as you want. In fact, we encourage you to. But the moment you step foot outside the door before we are finished with you, your life will be forfeit." Jaren then loosened the gag and slid it down until it was around her neck, globs of saliva dripping down her chin onto her bound arms and elbows. "What do you say?" he asked. "Fuck. You." She spat angrily at him. Jaren grinned gleefully. "Good girl..." Taken and Broken Ch. 04 Crystal Adams was excited. As much as she had been spoiled in her seven year marriage with Eddie, he hadn't ever taken her overseas. And to Jamaica, no less! Yes, the little voice in her head that was always whispering to her had been efficiently muffled. Besides, if Eddie wanted to play around and not tell her, she'd let him. As long as the gifts kept rolling in, she'd let him. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun on the side. Those long nights when he was away could get lonely and the mocha skinned beauty, that was Crystal Adams, didn't do lonely. Another reason Crystal was excited was because Jerome, Eddie's older brother, was currently pounding away at her soaked pussy, and had been for the past two hours, interrupted only by a phone call from Eddie. Her long legs were wrapped around Jerome's lithe, muscular body, nails digging into his back. "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Take it...Take this pussy!" she begged, breathing heavily in his ear, desperately trying to make him cum. If there was one thing that turned her on more than anything is a man cumming inside of her. There was so much power and eroticism in that one act that it never failed to get her off. "Harder! More dick! More dick! More dick!" Jerome, on the other hand, always felt guilty. Even now, balls deep in his brother's wife, a twinge of guilt was always there. Just not enough to make him stop. Truth be told, this had become an addiction to him. He didn't know if his brother was actually cheating on Crystal. At this point, he really didn't care. All he knew was she was an insatiable freak who couldn't seem to get enough. That being said, he and his brother hadn't been on good terms for a while, not since their mother and father had died, mother of cancer, father of a broken heart six months later. A rift had begun to grow between the brothers for reasons neither of them could really understand. Perhaps there had been an initial reason years ago, but, if Eddie could remember what it was, Jerome had no clue. And now this. If he ever found out, Eddie would never forgive him and would, in all likelihood, try to kill him. "Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cum-" she squealed, arching her back, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him as she barrel rolled over the edge. Jerome winced as Crystal sunk her teeth in his neck, her pussy spasming uncontrollably around his cock, the sensation sending him over the edge with a groan, filling her with hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, both panting hard, unable to move. As they lay there, enjoying the afterglow, Jerome still inside of Crystal, they both had the same guilty thought. "What the hell is Eddie doing?" "Mmmph...Mmmm...*slurp*...You're so fuckin' big Eddie!" Elmoira gushed, settled on her knees in front of him, stroking and sucking on his swollen cock, kissing and licking around the head. "If you're not careful, you'll make Victor jealous..." Eddie stood at the front end of the table Alexa was on. Grabbing both sides of Elmoira's head, he shoved his cock down her throat, cutting off any more comments she may have had. Exactly what she wanted. She was a strange one, but, Eddie couldn't deny, she was a deep throat champion. As Eddie continued to fuck Elmoira's face, could do nothing but watch. Anytime she tried to look away or close her eyes, Jaren's riding crop seared across her back. And that was to say nothing of the machine that was currently teasing her wet cunt. Victor had wheeled the sex machine up behind her and input a specific program. The machine itself wasn't much to look at. However, once all the attachments had been added, it wouldn't have looked out of place in a mad scientist's laboratory. A particularly kinky mad scientist that is. The machine had multiple, jointed arms in which a variety of dildos and vibrators would fit. Right now, a smaller vibrator was attached and was being forced in and out of her wet pussy. A nub at the end of the vibe teased her clit with every full stroke, an event that caused her to jump each time it occurred. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Alexa moaned. She had cursed and fought and yelled herself hoarse, but after the explanation Jaren had given her, none of her captors had said another word, completely ignoring her tirade and focused on abusing her body and subjecting her to lewd displays. With everything set up, Jaren took a step back to admire his handiwork. Satisfied everything was ready, he leaned down and removed the bottle Mikey had sent him and a pair of latex gloves from the bag at his feet. Pulling on the gloves, he opened the bottle and poured some of the gel in his hands. Rubbing the concoction between his hands, he began to apply it to Alexa's body, covering her breasts, back, stomach, ass, and dripping pussy with it. The effect was almost immediate. "AAAAAHHHH!!" Alexa screamed, thrashing about. Whatever she had been coated with had begun to burn. Badly. The pain didn't last long, maybe two or three minutes, but, to Alexa, it seemed like an eternity. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?! STOP! STOP!" Jaren ignored her, working on her legs and then feet. Mikey's letter explained that this water soluble gel was a topical treatment that could be used to increase the sensations a person felt tenfold. Pleasure. Pain. All of it mixed together into a thick, heady cocktail that dulled inhibitions and the ability to think clearly. Basically, it reduced her psyche to a sieve that filtered out every thought that didn't have anything to do with what was physically touching her. Once Jaren was done, he laid a gloved hand on her back, steadying her as she had begun to push back against the machine's thrusts and whispered in her ear. "Is it too much?" he asked, sliding his hand up and down her side, working the gel into her skin, making her scream. "Are you unable to handle it?" "YES! PLEASE! IT'S TOO MUCH!" she sobbed, juice trickling down her inner thigh creating a puddle beneathe her. "MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T-I CAN'T-" Her cries were choked off by a huge orgasm, one that tore through her body and continued, a pulsing and crashing torrent of feelings, so many different feelings, she couldn't differentiate what it was that sent her over the edge "Shhh...Sweet thing, you're babbling. It'll be okay..." Jaren cooed in her ear. "I can make it stop." "P-PLEASE! DO IT!" she begged. The sensation was making her entire body throb. In pain? In desire? In anger? She wasn't sure anymore. All she knew is that the one who could stop it was offering to do so. "I'LL D-DO ANYTHING!" "Do you promise?" he asked, fondling one of her hanging breasts with a single hand, slowly, lazily. "You'll do as you're told? "YES! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" she screamed, sobs wracking her frame, unable to collapse due to her restraints. "Good girl. As long as you're good, I'll make the pain go away." He said, shedding his gloves, hoody, and pants, climbing up on top of the table, kneeling before her. Grabbing the nylon rope to guide her, he slid his fat cock into her wet mouth. She began fellating him with gusto, eagerly swallowing every inch of his dick that the anal hook would allow, the wet, gagging sound of her mouth and throat being used was the only thing she could hear. Victor, Elmoira, and Eddie had all gathered around to watch. Victor punched a few buttons onto the sex machine's console, speeding it up, increasing the vibrations. Alexa was squirting, covering the vibrator in her juices, her eyes rolling up into her head, her orgasm showing no signs of abating. "Want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked, pulling his cock roughly from her throat. "Want me to fill your mouth with cum?" "GIVE IT TO ME! CUM IN MY M-" she begged before Jaren's cock interrupted her, being shoved violently back down her throat. Groaning, he held her down on his cock, cumming hard down her throat, pumping a large load of seed into her stomach. She swallowed once, twice, thrice, taking every drop. Pulling out slowly, allowing her to suck him clean, he slid off the table and stretched. "Good girl." He said to Alexa, motioning to Elmoira who was jumping up and down giddily in reaction to the scene she had just witnessed. Elmoira saluted him and, turning off the sex machine, wheeled it away from Alexa before turning a valve on the wall. Eddie, Victor, and Jaren stepped back as a shower of cold water cascaded down onto the panting Alexa, washing away the gel. Taken and Broken Ch. 05 Four Years Earlier Victor wasn't much of a fan of dive bars. The dreary atmosphere and the depressing patrons typically kept him a good distance away. However, this particular afternoon, he felt right at home. Ordering another whiskey on the rocks from the middle aged, homely bartender, he checked his phone for the sixth time in as many minutes, chastising himself as he did so. Honestly, the whole situation he found himself in could have been much worse. Then again, it's not every day you find out the child you had with the woman you love wasn't even yours. "Here ya go buddy." The bartender said, sliding his drink to him, the cheap, plastic cup it was in somehow appropriate. "So, how's life?" "Shitty." Victor said hollowly, draining his medicine and ordering another. It didn't even burn anymore. "Yeah? That sucks." His bartender said, fixing another drink and passing it to him. "Mind if I ask what happened." "Met a girl. Fell for her. Married her. Had a kid. Girl cheats on me." Victor sighed, staring at his drink. "She must've been doing it for a while, too. Kid wasn't even mine." "Shit, man. That's a fucked up situation. I'm sorry to hear that." She said sincerely, leaning on the counter. Victor noticed how dead it was in the bar. Only one other patron sat at the end of the bar, a man in a business suit, texting. Not your standard dive bar customer, but the nonexistent traffic wasn't much of a surprise. Most people don't decide to get wasted at 1:43 in the afternoon. "How'd you find out about it?" "Knew she was fuckin' around on me for a coupla months. Sent in a blood test about a week ago. Just got it back this morning." He said, stirring his drink slowly. "Wow. Something like that would fuck a man's head up." She sympathized. "What are you going to do now?" "I don't even know. Trying to figure it out. Tell her I know, I guess." He said, turning the perspiring cup in his large hands slowly. "What of revenge?" came a reply from the man seated at the end of the bar. "Say what?" Victor asked, rotating in his stool toward the man. "Well, from the sound of it, you were wronged. Not only wronged, but lied to." The man said. His vibrating phone lay ignored in front of him. "You shouldn't take that." "Probably not. Not much I can do to change the situation though." Victor said. "Very true. Regardless of what you end up doing, what happened would have still occurred." The man agreed. He stood and moved over and sat next to Victor, waving the curious bartender away and leaning in close. "But, what if you could, at the very least, feel better about it?" "The hell are you talking about?" Victor asked, cocking an eyebrow. "How the hell am I supposed to feel better about this?" "By taking advantage of an opportunity I have to offer you." The man whispered. "I promise you that everything that this woman has done to you, you can return in spades." "I'm listening..." Victor said, intrigued. The bartender stood at the end of the bar, absentmindedly straightening up. There wasn't much to be done this early in the day, but her interests lay in the two men whispering on the other side of the bar. She strained her ears, trying to hear what was being said. Not being able to hear much, she debated on slowly moving closer to better eavesdrop. Unfortunately, by the time she felt she was being ignored, the juiciest parts of the conversation were over. "Take a day or two to think it over." The man said, standing to leave. "And keep your wife in the dark about what it is you've found out." "I'm not so sure, man." Victor said, arms folded, brow creased as he pondered the man's proposition. "This is kinda wild, isn't it?" "Of course it is, my friend. It would have to be, wouldn't it?" the man supplied. "It's a crazy life we all live. If you want it to make any sense at all, you have to be proactive." "I guess so." Victor said, not entirely convinced. "By the way. I didn't catch your name." "Oh! My apologies. Sometimes these things slip my mind." The man apologized, holding his hand out. "Mathewson. Jaren Mathewson." Present Day It had been a week since Alexa's capture and she had lost all hope. As she moved her hips up and down, riding a cock for the 7th time that day, her mind was blank, drooling sloppily around the ball gag in her mouth. Fighting back had earned her nothing but larger and larger plugs in her ass and multiple coats of that gel. The worst part of her situation was she couldn't help herself. She couldn't get enough cock, enough pussy, enough cum. She had begun to crave the hot seed her captors fed her morning, noon, and night. To be completely honest, she wasn't sure how long she had been held captive. "Mmph. Mmph. Mmph. Mmph. Mmph." She moaned, her arms bound together and tied to the ceiling as Victor used her ass. Her moans had become her own personal chant, one she practiced day in and day out, her muffled pleas making Jaren or Eddie or Victor grow bigger and harder in whichever hole of hers they were violating. At this point, she could tell who was fucking her silly even if she was blindfolded. "Shut up, bitch!" Victor growled, giving her ass a hard swat, continuing to force her up and down on his thick, throbbing manhood, making her cry out. Previous memories of life before her predicament swam before her mind's eye less frequently than before. Her second day there, she had a multitude of plans to escape, trying to memorize a pattern and choose the perfect moment to strike. Day four, she merely wanted to keep her sanity and ignore the sensations she had been forced to feel. By day seven, she was a bitch in heat. Elmoira lay on the floor, watching Victor fuck Alexa senseless, absentmindedly rubbing her pussy, reminiscing over how well Alexa had eaten her to a thunderous orgasm while being fucked from behind by Victor. The session before had become blurred, an event of pure desire. She was sore and content. For now. Victor had begun to approach his climax, causing Alexa to ride harder and harder, trying to get him to fill her aching ass with his seed. As he came, he grabbed her by the hair and held her down, fully impaled inside her, hot cum spurting, filling her ass. She was their own, private cum dumpster. Lying back, arms outstretched as he tried to catch his breath, Alexa ground her ass against his now half hard cock. He sighed, looking over at Elmoira biting her bottom lip as she continued to play with herself. Unfortunately, their reverie would be short lived as Eddie decided that moment to burst in the room. "Cop car headin' this way!" Taken and Broken Ch. 06 Jaren Mathewson had found at a young age that numbers intrigued him. People were annoying, cruel, and flaky. Friends, doubly so. In a chaotic world, numbers were the only thing that remained constant. With a working knowledge of math and science, you could glean patterns that no one else could. If you then worked at your craft, keeping meticulous records, pouring over them daily, and fine tuning every last detail of strategy and etiquette, you could, in theory, become a well-respected, and very rich, member of society. In Jaren's case, the stock market was his home away from home. His predictions confused even the most seasoned stockbrokers. And they always paid off. Not some of the time. Not most of the time. Not 99.999% of the time. All of the time. And because of that, he was able to retire as a multimillionaire at the age of 22. Ten years later, he was still exceedingly wealthy, but something was missing. Some key piece, an integral part of his being he couldn't quite grasp. He traveled, he absorbed the cultures of a myriad of foreign lands, he even went to college for a bit, just to try to find himself. Nothing was what he needed to feel complete. And, he honestly believed that had things gone on that way, he would have put a bullet in his own head. Then he met Edward Adams, an entrepreneur, owner of a small electronics company that was making steady gains, its profits increasing at an impressive pace, year by year. Jaren had deigned to meet with him to discuss the incorporation of his business and potential stock options. At least that had been the plan. What had actually occurred was a wild weekend hopping from bar to bar, strip club to strip club until, at the end of it all, Jaren had found he had made a friend. Edward had a lust for money that Jaren couldn't help but sympathize with. As they worked on various projects, from improving the efficiency of Edward's business to getting the reclusive Jaren out and about, an interesting tidbit of information came to light. Edward suffered from the same lack of purpose Jaren did. Edward felt he was in a rut, felt he had done everything he could to become what society dictated a man should be. He had a house, a beautiful wife, multiple vehicles, his own business, and a wide variety of friends. And, still, at the end of the day, something just wasn't there. Early one particularly dreary Sunday morning, Jaren received a call from Edward. From the sounds of it, he was drunk and claimed that Jaren should come over as soon as he could. Worried that Edward had lost all hope and he'd get to his house and find he had strung himself up, Jaren hurried over. Edward came to the door, wearing a wide smile. He was indeed drunk, but Jaren breathed a sigh of relief upon finding out his friend wasn't going to kill himself. Ushering Jaren in, Edward told him he thought he had a solution to their problems. Intrigued, Jaren was led into the basement. What greeted him there surprised him beyond belief. Three women were currently tied up, strapped to various pieces of furniture Jaren couldn't readily identify, blindfolded and gagged, large toys, all of which were vibrating, stuffed in their wet, receptive cunts, thick plugs filling their tight assholes. They struggled and pulled at their bonds, unable to get free, the gags effectively muffling their terrified screams. Jaren was silent as Edward explained what had happened. Apparently, months ago, he had become interested in Domination and submission, a lifestyle that seemed to resonate with him on a cellular level. While out partying the night before, he had met these glitter covered women. They wanted to know if he liked to party. As his wife, Crystal, was visiting family in Montana, he had brought them home with him. Drink and drugs had flowed freely, lowering already low inhibitions. Laughter and hugs had soon become a wet and wild foursome. As the events of the night had progressed, he found that each of the women had a kinky streak to them. An hour later, each of the giggling girls were tied and trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Unfortunately, the girls had begun to fear what Edward had planned for them, but he was too far gone. He wouldn't be denied. Edward hadn't ever felt as alive as he had then. He felt powerful, but, more importantly, he felt free. Jaren couldn't think of anything to say and stood there, dumbfounded as Edward slowly made his way around the room, teasing the girls, adjusting the vibes inside them, slowly fucking them with the large toys, whispering of the pain they would be in for if they let them fall. The girls groaned, tears flowing freely from behind the blindfolds as they begged to be released. Edward ignored them and asked Jaren if he'd like to play with them. Jaren said not a word for a while, looking from the writhing women to Edward and back again. After about three minutes, an eternity, Jaren turned around, closing the basement door and slowly began to descend down the stairway. Victor was on the porch, talking to the police and Elmoira was busy keeping Alexa quiet, sitting behind her, shushing her, cooing in her ear. Alexa was too far gone to process what was going on, not getting more than two hours of sleep at a time, too busy enjoying the soft caresses Elmoira placed on her sore cunt. A wise investment on Eddie's part had been the false, slide out wall that could cover the door to the play room in case uninvited guests had showed up. It wouldn't stand up to too close of an inspection, but, if you had no idea it was back there, the playroom was rendered effectively invisible. It was even soundproof, a fact that Elmoira was testing now. As she massaged her wet lips, Elmoira began sucking on her neck gently, a single finger sliding deep inside her, curling up to stroke her g-spot. Alexa sighed, her hips making little circles, making Elmoira's finger slide in and out of her dripping pussy. "You're such a good girl, aren't you?" Elmoira whispered teasingly, her slow ministrations decadently constant. "Aren't you?" "Mmhmmph." Alexa groaned, arching her back, gasping as Elmoira's wet tongue dragged across her neck, replaced by tiny kisses and nips. The sound of the false wall being pulled back and the door opening interrupted Elmoira's fun. Victor strode into the room. "Jaren's back." He said, grabbing the bag with Mikey's concoction inside it. "Wait, what?" Elmoira asked, pulling her finger from Alexa's hungry cunt. "What about the police?" "They're cool. I know them." He said, pulling the duffle bag over his shoulder. "Just giving me a heads up on some patrols later on. Jaren went to stash his car at my house. He doesn't want to take any chances of anyone recognizing it. My friends dropped him off." "Oh. Ok then!" she chirped, licking her finger clean. She turned Alexa's head toward her, slid the gag down, and began to make out with her sloppily, sucking passionately on each other's tongues. Victor shook his head and left Elmoira with Alexa and headed back to the front room. The police cruiser had turned around as was pulling off. Jaren, Eddie, and a strange woman were talking, completely ignoring the two girls Jaren had brought in with him. One was slightly taller than the other, fuller figured, her breasts almost spilling out of her tight halter top. Her red hair was done up in a long ponytail. The other had shorter black hair, her breasts smaller than her friend's, but looked bigger on her shorter frame. She wore pigtails and catholic school girl uniform, the skirt barely able to cover her large, round ass. Both wore thick leather collars and stood with their hands behind their back, breasts prominently displayed. Victor looked them up and down appreciatively, then moved toward Jaren and Eddie. "-should be completed by next week." The strange woman said. She was dressed professionally, her business suit neat, her hair done up in a tight bun, her six inch heels reminded Victor vaguely of his middle school librarian. But, where Mrs. Mitchell was all smiles and laughter, the woman before him had a cold, calculating look to her, her eyes sharp and full of some dark, twisted purpose. "Very well." Jaren said, before turning to Victor. "Ah, yes, Victor! We were just discussing a bit of business. Nothing too important. Just something that has to be done." "Cool. I grabbed the gel." Victor said, motioning to the bag he had set on the floor. He was certain something was being hid from him. He filed that away for now. If Jaren wanted to hide something, it stayed hidden. That didn't mean he couldn't keep an eye out and an ear to the ground, though. "Perfect!" Jaren said, pulling out the container out of the duffle bag. The strange woman crossed her arms and began to tap her foot impatiently. "Yes, yes. Of course." Jaren stood back up, gesturing to the woman beside him. "Victor Cherevin. Meet Layla Mathewson." He said. "My wife." Taken and Broken Ch. 07 Thirteen Weeks Ago Layla Meridith was highly upset. This was the type of upset that left an individual unable to speak, rational thoughts few and far between. The type of upset that demands the satisfaction of revenge. She paced back and forth in her study, the fireplace crackling, a half empty bottle of chardonnay and a completely empty crystal flute sat on her African Blackwood desk, largely ignored at this point. She was hardly able to believe the gumption, the audacity, Jaren Mathewson had to possess in order to ask her the questions he did. The fact that each question made her believe that Jaren knew far more than he let on. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. However, if he knew of her proclivity to certain activities, something would have to be done. Her submissive groaned in wanton lust, chained and kneeling beside her desk, ignored save for a quick, yet fairly brutal, strike from her riding crop. She continued to pace, trying to decide what to do. The whole Dominant/submissive thing wasn't considered a bad thing by people as a whole, especially if kept within closed doors. Hell, everyone had a little bit of kink within them. The issue is when the mayor of a large city is a sadistic Dominatrix whose appetite for dealing out pain and drawing blood sometimes bordered on the maniacal. Her submissive, her husband, one Francis Orthington, lay writhing on the floor, chains clinking together, dragging across the wood paneling, drool pooling around his knees, dripping from the ball gag shoved in his mouth. She didn't pay him much mind, something he got off on. He loved the pain that his mistress delivered day after day, but what really truly got his motor running was the indifference she seemed to have when looking at him. As if he weren't actually there. With a quick backhand, Layla smacked Francis across the face with her crop, the leather strap at the end slashing through the air like a bolt. Francis cried out, falling back, his chains preventing him from getting back to his knees. It mattered not, though. Layla was still deep in thought. Layla then sat on her desk, crossing her legs, her black latex thigh highs glinting in the light of the fire. She filled her glass with wine, trying to decide whether or not to take Jaren up on his dinner invitation. On one hand, he might try to blackmail her for whatever nefarious schemes he had planned. Of course, if he did try that particular route, it'd be especially satisfying telling him to fuck off. She had no doubt that her lifestyle could hurt her chances in the upcoming election, but she was a Domme through and through. If she couldn't be mayor and enjoy the lifestyle she had chosen in her very limited spare time, she would rather resign. Decision made, Layla drained the glass, stood up, and sashayed over to Francis who lay whimpering on the floor where she left him. The wine left her buzzed and horny. She needed release and she was going to get it. Present Three weeks. That was how long Jaren and Layla had been married. Eddie was a little hurt that his friend hadn't said anything up until now, but he figured Jaren had his reasons. He sat on the arm of the couch, Jaren, Layla, and Victor in deep conversation. Eddie's conscience was bugging him a bit more than usual. The plan was the same as always, but with the introduction of a new member to their group without his knowledge left a bad taste in his mouth. As much as he would like to say he didn't care, he like being included. Especially since ignorance on any matter before the completion of The Ritual was likely to get him arrested. Turning his attention to one of the two women standing beside the door, completely silent and painted up like a whore, he knew he ought to be more worried about Victor's reaction. It wasn't all that surprising Victor didn't recognize Samantha. Her school girl outfit, pigtails, copious amounts of make-up, and the fact that she seemed to have undergone breast augmentation surgery, she hardly resembled the woman Victor had once been married to. Honestly, with the various psychological and sexual experiments Jaren had undoubtedly performed on the two women, Eddie would be surprised if they could even remember their past lives. That being said, Eddie thought that a surprise like that could end up being very unfortunate Victor and, more importantly, himself. Still, Eddie would be back at home in about 36 hours and the monster inside him squirmed, ready to be unleashed on both of the women standing like statues by the door. If it came down to it, Eddie would simply deny knowing that it was Samantha. Moving toward the back, he motioned to them, bidding them to follow him. They obeyed without question, leaving Victor, Jaren, and Layla to their conversation. Pushing the door open, he found Elmoira and Alexa engaged in a torrid 69, devouring each other's wet cunts hungrily, completely oblivious to the three people who had just walked in. Pulling off his shirt, he gave Elmoira a hard smack on her gyrating ass. "Mmmm!" she cried out in surprise, muffled by Alexa's soaked pussy. Turning around and finally noticing Eddie and the two women, she grinned, sat up, rocking her hips back and forth on Alexa's questing tongue. "Well, hi there Eddie!" she said joyfully, riding Alexa's face, her breasts bouncing slightly. "Who's the new meat?" "Sami and Kimberly." Eddie said, dropping his trousers, cock already hard, pressing against his boxers. Upon hearing their names, the two women stepped forward and waited for further instructions. "The others are in front. I figured these two ladies could use some fun in their lives. What do you think?" "Yay! I love the way you think Eddie!" Elmoira exclaimed, bouncing up and down. Pulling herself away from Alexa's tongue, she stepped off the table leaving the bound Alexa whining. Moving to the rack of toys that Jaren had installed on the wall, she grabbed a rather large vibrator and an even larger dildo, complete with harness. Turning back to Alexa, she spread the bound woman's legs and began to feed the fat vibrator into Alexa's wet, receptive cunt. Once fully inserted, Elmoira turned it on its lowest setting, enough to tease her, keep her on the edge without pushing her over. Done with that, she moved back to Eddie, Samantha, and Kimberly. "Who's first? I promise to be-whoa!" she said, surprised, sliding the harness on, the large dildo bobbing obscenely in front of her. Without being told, Kimberly, who happened to be closest to Elmoira at the time, dropped to her knees, took the fake cock in hand and began licking and sucking at it. Elmoira looked down at the red head bobbing back and forth on the strapon then back to Eddie who was getting the same treatment from Samantha. "I like her, Eddie. She's fun." Eddie smiled at that, but was more preoccupied with Samantha who was dutifully deep throating his thick cock. He groaned as she swallowed around it, again and again, her throat massaging him masterfully. She obviously had training. She looked up at him, eyes shining as she took him deeper and deeper, saliva coating his meat, using both hands to play with her pussy. This pressed her breasts together between her arms. Looking down, Eddie had to admit this was one of the hottest blowjobs he had ever received. He wasn't sure how long he would last. Elmoira, on the other hand, was fucking Kimberly's mouth roughly, one hand gripping her hair, using it as leverage to shove her thick strapon down her throat. Kimberly whined a bit at the brutal use, but took it like a champ, sliding her hands up Elmoira's body, playing with her breasts, fondling them, nails digging into the soft flesh as she was used hard. Alexa might have been blindfolded, but her hearing was as good as ever. The symphony of slurping, gagging, and the low whine of the vibrator deep inside her was music to her ears. She was severely fatigued, but was too wired to sleep. In fact, she wasn't sure how long it had been since she had last slept, thanks partly to repeated and rough use and partly to the water Elmoira had been giving her from time to time which, unknown to Alexa, had been mixed with cocaine. She'd be up for a while yet. Eddie pulled his long, thick cock out of Samantha's mouth, leaving her panting from her exertions, a thin strand of saliva hung between her full lips and the throbbing head of his cock. Slapping her face with it once, twice, thrice, he ordered her to position herself at the head of the table, bent over Alexa. With a quiet 'Yes, sir.', Samantha did as she was told, bracing her hands against the table, leaning down to suck on Alexa's neck, an action that made her coo in delight. Positioning himself behind her, Eddie slid her thong to the side, and teased her swollen lips and clit with the head. She began to wiggle her hips against his ministrations impatiently, Eddie giving her ass a vicious smack, making her cry out and still her writhing. Seeing she had gotten the point, he began to push deep between her meaty pussy lips causing her to sigh in contentment as she was slowly filled up. She definitely had a fat girl's pussy and he loved the way the thick lips enveloped his cock. As Eddie started up a slow, but rough rhythm, gripping Samantha's hips as he drove harder and harder into her pretty pussy, Elmoira had leaned back against the table, pinching and twisting her own nipples as Kimberly had lifted the fake cock up and was now giving Elmoira's bald cunt a long, slow tongue bath, stroking the dildo slowly as she ate Elmoira, ready to feel her cum on her tongue, her other hand rubbing her pussy, seeking her completion. The room's occupants were starting to shine with sweat, the smell of sex heavy in the air as each sought their own orgasm, a medley of greed, lust, power and submission, getting closer and closer to reaching their respective peaks when two loud gunshots were heard from the front room, cutting through the single minded man and women's activities, bringing them all to a stop. Taken and Broken Ch. 08 Four Years Ago Victor felt queasy. The pit of his stomach turned and churned, a feeling made all the more uncomfortable by the rough road he and Eddie found themselves driving on. He and Eddie had met a few days prior at Jaren's large estate. The meeting between the three men had been long and drawn out, as the plan concerning Victor's wife, Samantha, was finally underway after a full six weeks of scheming. The plan wasn't so much complicated as much as it relied on a number of outside factors. As a stay at home wife, Samantha didn't have any work related ties that might get curious as to her disappearance. However, she had family and friends who had to be convinced. The trio had decided on a fake death overseas. Jaren bribed the police chief in Sao Paulo into attesting to the fact that a woman matching Samantha's description had been killed in a mugging that went awry. The coroner had also been coerced into signing off on the autopsy, though he was a bit more resistant to the idea. He disappeared soon after. Amazing what you could do with a little money and a dead prostitute. Samantha was grabbed after she and Victor walked along one of Sao Paulo's beaches one night, Samantha believing it to be a romantic gesture on Victor's part. Bound, gagged, and stuffed into a small van waiting on the couple to pass. The whole kidnapping even included Victor being "knocked out" by their assailants in full view of Samantha on the off chance she escaped. This way Victor would not be blamed. Getting Samantha onto Jaren's private yacht and back to the US had been surprisingly simple. A few hundreds slid to the dock worker to make him look the other way was all it took. Jaren was even able to skip customs due to his personal influence. For all intents and purposes, Samantha was dead to everyone who knew of her. Everyone, that is, except Victor and his friends. "I thought we were heading to Jaren's." Victor said, looking over his shoulder through the van's back window. Samantha was bound by the wrists and ankles with layers of duct tape, struggling and flailing about. A heavy blindfold was tied tightly around her head, her mouth duct taped as well. She must have just woken up and was confused and angry. She always had had a bit of a mean streak, something that had drew Victor to her when they had first started dating in college. Sliding the window panel closed, he turned back to watching the road. "Huh? Oh, yeah. He decided it would probably be better to drop her off with Jhiraagh's men." Eddie said, flicking the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window. Victor usually didn't like smoke, and would have made a point to say so. However, with all that was currently on his mind, he didn't even notice the acrid smell or haze that had quickly filled the small cabin of the van. They continued on for another hour, sitting mostly in silence, the rhythmic thumping in the back from Samantha's struggles, the only interruption. Pulling onto a small, country road, mostly forgotten by the rest of the world, Eddie drove deep into the wooded area, foliage blotting out the dark blue of the evening sky. Another twenty minutes go by before Victor sees the small cabin, sitting cozily atop a slight incline. The tires dug into the gravel that made the parking spot in front of the cabin as the van slowed, the crunching of the leaves beneath announcing their arrival. Three men stood on the porch of the cabin, waiting silently for the 'package' Eddie and Victor had brought with them. Present Jaren had really hoped he could make Victor see reason. Hoped he would still be a loyal soldier in his army, even after discovering what had happened. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case. After discovering his wife had not, in fact, cheated on him, that the whole situation that had led him to be drinking his troubles away in that bar four years ago, had been manufactured by Jaren, had been too much for the man. Victor hadn't even said a word. He merely stood from where he had been sitting, calmly, too calmly, moved toward Jaren. Jaren stood still, looking Victor in the eyes, eyes that, a moment before, had been tired, now burned with hate, a powerful loathing that Jaren knew was directed right at him. Victor clenched his fists in his fury, about to take out every ounce of his aggression on the man before him, when Layla raised a Beretta, 92 compact with rail, a fired once, twice, into the side of Victor's head. Victor fell heavily, shaking the cabin as he hit the ground. Jaren sighed, removing the ear plugs from his ears. Layla lay the gun on the table and said nothing, ignoring the twitching body at her feet. Eddie had made it out the room, wearing only his boxers, Samantha following meekly behind him, completely bare. Looking down at Victor's body, he shook his head. Elmoira hadn't deemed it necessary to leave. She knew what might happen tonight and was much more interested in Kimberly's tight ass than the death of one of her fuck buddies. Eddie figured she'd only miss his dick. "Eddie, you know what to do. Samantha, be a dear and clean up the mess our poor Victor left behind, would you?" Jaren said, waving his hand dismissively at the spattered blood patterns on the furniture. Eddie nodded, moving the table and couch away and began to roll Victor up in the rug he had collapsed on, dragging it out the side door where a freshly dug hole awaited him. Samantha went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of club soda and some fresh hand towels, and went to work. "Now, Layla..." Jaren began, turning to his wife. "I believe there was something you wanted to do..." _________________________ Elmoira was delighted. She loved dominating Kimberly, fucking her tight ass with long, punishing strokes, making her pussy leak as she brutalized the woman's hole, holding on to her hips, driving every inch of the thick dildo into Kimberly, forcing delicious screams out of her. Now, Elmoira found herself in the same predicament, Layla riding her ass just the way she loved it. Hair gripped in hands, Layla forced Elmoira's face into Kimberly's dripping snatch, making her eat it, tongue it roughly, her long, wet appendage sliding in and out of Kimberly's slit as Layla laid claim to Elmoira's well used asshole, laughing wildly as she did. "Yeeesssss..." Elmoira hissed, throwing her ass back to meet Layla's thrusts. "Take it! Make it yours! Fuck me! Fuck mMMPHH!" Forced back in between Kimberly's thighs, Elmoira went back to work devouring the woman's sweet cunt, suckling on her clit, dragging her tongue up and down her glistening lips. Kimberly was mostly quiet through all of this, mainly because Jaren was busy forcing his dick in and out of her mouth, making her take each inch as roughly as possible. Alexa lay thrashing and forgotten on the table, the thick vibrator still teasing her mercilessly. Jaren came hard, pent up from hours of business and paperwork, filling Kimberly's mouth and throat with sticky cum, causing her to choke as she attempted to swallow it all, failing, leaving two streams trickling out the sides of her mouth, down in between her breasts, down her stomach, to her sore cunt where Elmoira was still digging in. Elmoira began to lap up the trail of cum, trying to follow it up Kimberly's body, before Layla pulled at her hair roughly, forcing her back in between Kimberly's legs. Elmoira whined as she was forced to continue eating, a decision which made her shudder in pleasure. Kimberly, swallowing as much cum as she could, tried to continue sucking, tried to keep Jaren's cock in her mouth. To her chagrin, Jaren slid out of her mouth, sat down on the table next to Alexa's writhing form and watched the three women pleasure each other silly, his cock stiffening again as he looked on. Sliding his hand up Alexa's inner thigh, he turned the vibrator on high, relishing in her screams of ecstasy as she came hard, unable to stop, juices squirting, covering her inner thighs in her cream, before he turned back to the wild threesome before him.