16 comments/ 114053 views/ 37 favorites A Rude Awakening Ch. 01 By: JaneHearts I woke up suddenly and found myself bound and gagged and no memory of how I got that way, at least I think I was awake. My eyes were blindfolded and my mouth was gagged; my hands were tied down on either side of my head. OK, don't panic. I played possum until I figured out what was going on. The room was warm and I was uncovered and naked. I was lying on a firm cushion that was contoured so that my pelvis was lifted higher than my head. I tried to slowly move my legs but they were tied tight to the cushion, splayed open. Another restraint held my shoulders and stomach down. I was completely helpless, bound and gagged and exposed to the world. I could hear people nearby, they were talking but I couldn't hear what they were saying, the sounds were fuzzy, my head felt fuzzy and I became aware that my pussy and ass were sore as hell. OK, I must have been drugged. That was the only way I could awaken in this position and not freak out. The last thing I remember was riding my bike. I was riding on a bike path that ran through a forest preserve. I am a very small woman, 5'2, 110 lbs but I am not helpless and the area in which I live with my husband is safe so I usually rode everywhere without fear. I remember a man stepped out in the middle of the path, then another one. I don't remember anything after that. I gradually became aware of someone near me. He was close and seemed to be struggling with something. He grunted a little and the sound was muffled, either because my head was so fuzzy or he was gagged as well. I fell back into unconsciousness. When I next awoke, I was in the exact same position with the addition of a man slowly sliding his penis in and out of me. He held my knees and kinda crooned to me in a language I did not understand as he slid out and let the head of his rather large penis rub on my pussy lips and then against my clit and then slowly slid back in. The feeling was incredible. I felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I came fully awake with a crashing orgasm that screamed through every inch of me. I screamed with nearly unbearable pleasure, fear and terror. The man between my legs merely laughed and picked up his pace slightly. "There you go. Now she's awake." A French accented voice side in the same crooning tone. "She'll be more interesting now." I pulled against my bonds but I had no strength. I felt drunk, my head was spinning, he was pounding into me and I screamed as another orgasm crashed over me and I was tumbling through wave after wave as if I had been tossed into the sea. I was having trouble catching my breath. I had to seethe through the gag to get enough air. I heard laughing and applause as I came a third time as the French man merely touched my clit. I don't usually come like this. My husband was a very good lover but for me to come, he has to work pretty hard. Then there were hands all over me. Not a single part of my body went untouched. My breasts were squeezed, my legs and stomach were stroked in a maddeningly erotica way. I had no idea how many hands were on me, it could have been a hundred, it could have been two. My body could no longer take the constant stimulation. I was sure I was about to find out if spontaneous combustion was real. I passed out again. Someone was washing me. I was in a bathtub, unbound and un-blind folded. The warm water felt amazing and I just wanted to slip beneath the surface and never come up but the strong hands washing me would not allow it. I opened my eyes and saw I was in a stark white bathroom, plain but clean. The man washing me was speaking to me in French but his voice was different from the man who had raped me last time I was conscious. This man had shaggy light brown hair that peeked out of a tight cap but wore a mask over his eyes so it was liked being tended to by a bank robber. He was gentle as he washed my hair and cleaned every single part of my tortured body. He allowed me to soak for awhile, my muscles ached from being bound for who knows how long and from being abused for who knew how many times. The memory of the rape came back and I tried to be angry or alarmed but I did not have the strength for it. "Where am I? Why am I here? What are you going to do with me?" I croaked. I sounded hoarse and weak. He merely smiled and replied. "Je suis désolé, mais je ne parle pas anglais". "Great. Never mind." My two years of high school French was not coming back to me. The door to the bathroom was closed and there were no windows so I had no clues as to where I was. I didn't know how much time had passed. My husband must be crazed with worry. "What is your name?" I asked. He just mumbled something unintelligible in reply. He rinsed me and bade me to stand. He held a towel up and wrapped me in it and rubbed me dry. Could I push him down and run for it? I had no strength and I could barely stand. I still had the feeling of being drunk, my head spun and I had trouble thinking clearly. I barely noticed when he lingered over my breasts with the towel. I had nice breasts, a good size for my small frame they were perky and pink nippled. I rarely showed them off in revealing clothing but when my husband held them he would nibble and caress them as if they were delectable peaches. He opened a drawer and took out a small, white, unmarked jar. He opened it and gathered a dollop of white cream. He turned to me and started to coat my pussy with it. I started to protest and push him away but he held me tight and the instant it touched me, the burning and soreness subsided. It was then that I realized that my pussy was completely bare. I had been shaved or judging by the smoothness, waxed. I usually kept my pubes neatly trimmed and I waxed the bikini line but I have never removed it all. I felt even more exposed than I did before although his hands on my mound felt delicious. He took his time rubbing cream into me, coating a lot more of me than was probably necessary. I found myself starting to respond. My nerves were not as on fire as they were when I was bound but I was still very sensitive and I began to add my own juices to the cream. He held me against his lean, hard body and rubbed me so intimately and I hated how he could make my body betray me. I tried to block out what was happening and I was trembling with the effort when he got another dollop of cream and began to massage my anus. I have never done anal but the soreness that I felt there told me that at some point it had been done to me. He pressed one finger in, then another, all with the appearance of applying the salve. It felt humiliating to have a strange man's finger in my ass but I had to admit it also felt amazingly good. He pulled something else out of a drawer but I couldn't see what it was. I felt something press against my ass but it was bigger than his finger. It filled me and I let out a yelp as whatever it was filled me. He didn't pull it out, in fact he slapped my ass when I tried to reach back and pull it out. I tried to push it out and I got five more stinging hard slaps for my trouble. The language barrier was not a problem. He wanted it to stay where he put it. I couldn't imagine why this was happening to me but it was obvious that they intended to entertain themselves while they had me. Were they waiting for ransom? My husband didn't have any money but I did. The problem was, he didn't know about it. No one did. Money couldn't be the reason. Maybe I was just a random victim that they intended to torture and then kill. I was average looking, long dark brown hair, small mouth, large blue eyes but I wasn't the type of person to inspire such lust that he would go to all this trouble. But then why bathe me? A killer who was a neat freak? It didn't make sense and there were more than just the two guys, I was certain about that. I remembered the hands, so many hands. He didn't allow me to do anything. He dried and brushed my hair, sprayed me with a pleasant smelling body spray and even put on deodorant but he did not have anything that looked like clothes. I felt a little better and more alert. I was ravenously hungry and a sudden loud growl of my stomach made my pressing need clear. The man smiled and nodded to me. He put the blindfold back over my eyes and tied my hands together in front of me. He led me out of the bathroom and I think I was back in the room in which I woke up. The floor was hardwood and it squeaked as we walked across it. The pressure in my ass was weird and I felt like I was walking really strangely but that could have been my still weak knees. He sat me on a chair and tied each of my hands to the arm of a chair. He then secured each ankle to the legs of the chair. I struggled against being bound again. I was naked, half drugged, blindfolded and I had something stuck in my ass. I wasn't going to go anywhere but my pleas went unheard. A straw was placed at my lips and I drank greedily. The cool water was such a relief that I didn't at first hear the muffled cries coming from another part of the room. The voice was male and he sounded like he was gagged and he sounded pissed. The French guy yelled at him but it didn't quiet him down. I heard footsteps and then a brief struggle and the man was quiet. I was frozen with fear. How many people were prisoners here? What were they going to do with us? Something cold and wet touched my lips and I jumped as far as my bindings would allow. He placed his hand on my shoulder and again touched something to my lips. It was a strawberry. I bit into and tried to chew and swallow it but fear and anger prevented me from eating it. I spit it back out. For all I knew it was drugged or poisoned. The water! Why did I drink the water? I pressed my lips tightly together and wouldn't eat anything else despite the growling of my stomach. He seemed to give up and replaced the gag in my mouth. Why can't I have greater control over my body? It does all kinds of things that I don't want it to do, like respond to the finger that was now playing with my displayed clit. A finger slid into me, then two. I felt humiliated and horrified but I could go nowhere, I could not escape the hand that was playing with me. He bent over and sucked my nipples while he played with my bare pussy lips and my exposed clit. His hands knew what they were doing and they soon had me coming in a back arching orgasm. I was sitting on the chair in a puddle of my own juices, trying to catch my breath when the man spoke again but the voice was different and it was not accented in French. "You really should eat. You haven't eaten much in the last few days and there isn't much of you to begin with. We must keep your strength up." The shock that the man who just brought me to orgasm with his fingers was not the same person who bathed me was alarming and I nearly started to cry from the frustration of being so helpless. I did not like being helpless. I had a thousand questions and now that there was someone whom I could understand, I could not talk. It was maddening. The gag did not stop me from trying to talk and I shouted and demanded but all I managed to do was make the new guy laugh. "Yes, I am sure you have lots to say and you will figure everything out soon but first I want you to meet your playmate." My playmate? OK, so maybe raping and killing me wasn't on the agenda but something more along the lines of slavery. Maybe if I behaved, I could figure a way out. They can't keep a slave tied up forever, could they? He released me from the chair and led me to bed. I resisted sitting down and actually tried to wriggle out of his grip but where the hell I thought I was going to go was beyond me. I just did not want to be placidly led anywhere. He merely picked me up and dumped me on the bed. He tied only my hands to the headboard behind my head. Then he took off the blindfold. I looked up at him. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants, wore a cap and was masked just like the second French guy, I could barely tell them apart unless they spoke. I looked around and there were no other masked men in the room but there was someone next sitting on a chair next to the bed. He must be the gagged man I heard earlier. He was cuffed securely to the chair. He had brown hair and tired looking eyes. He was naked and looked just as vulnerable as I felt. He also looked familiar. Another masked man came in with a hypodermic needle in his hand. He headed towards me. No way was I going to let that needle anywhere near me, not without a fight. I immediately started to wiggle out of the way and planned to kick him, knee him, whatever it took to knock that needle away but two more masked men came in and held me down and I was injected with the needle. Our captor pulled a gun out of his belt and pointed it at the naked man. He kept it trained on him as he released him from the chair and ordered him onto the bed. We were both still gagged so could only stare at each other. He looked so sad. I am sure I looked terrified but also puzzled as I tried to work out where I had seen this guy before. He was medium height, very tan and lean and he had an impressive hard-on, something he attempted to conceal from me. The drug coursed quickly through my veins. I relaxed and everything went kind of fuzzy, like it was when I first woke up. I lost the power to move my limbs. The captor reached over to release my hands and as he did so he ran his hands over breasts and my skin was so sensitive that the mere touch of his hands had me moaning with pleasure. What the hell was in that drug? It must be the same thing I was on when I was raped before. It looked like I was about to re-experience it. The memory of that mind-shattering series of orgasms had my pussy dripping just at the thought. I was too fuzzed out to be embarrassed. Now I just wanted to be fucked. Our captor motioned to my playmate to go over to me. He reluctantly obeyed and as he positioned himself between my legs, he looked into my eyes and I could see regret and apology. I tried to communicate to him that not only what he was about to do was ok with me, he better do it soon. I wanted him and his very stiff, very thick cock told me he wanted me too. The tip of his penis was playing with the lips of my pussy, my juices coating him and encouraging him to go father. Someone shouted instructions but I could not make sense of them. His mere touch made moan, every nerve ending was on fire and words no longer computed in my head. My moan gave him all the invitation he needed and in one stroke he buried himself deep inside of me. He filled me so completely that I came instantly, the muscles of my cunt gripped him so hard, I wondered if he had trouble pulling back out because he waited a moment before he pulled out and then slammed back in. He fucked me hard and I went wild with pleasure and pain. At some point my gag was removed and so was his. He yelled and I screamed with each orgasm as he fucked me for what seemed an eternity. He flipped me over, jammed a pillow under my pelvis and took me from behind, a position I always liked. He held my hips and slid in and out as my soaking pussy drenched us both. His balls beat on my clit and I went nearly crazy. I had forgotten about the thing in my ass but my playmate found it and as he fucked me, he moved it in and out of my ass. I almost fainted from the sensations of those two hard missiles filling me so savagely. I could not tell when one orgasm ended and another began. Once again, I passed out. When I woke, my playmate was laying beside me, naked, flat on his stomach and sound asleep. The room was quiet and I realized I was no longer tied to anything. I looked around the room. It was large and richly painted in deep yellows and red. The only furniture was a bed with a dark red, fitted sheet but no other covers, a table, a few chairs and a frightening looking rack in the shape of an x. There were cuffs on each end of the x and the whole thing was looming and menacing. There were no windows and only two doors; one to the bathroom and one was the exit but I knew it would be locked. The whole room looked like a set, why else would there be no windows? No one build rooms like that. The ceiling was high and it was fitted with a few canister lights that were the room's only light source. I did not see any switches on the wall. I had no way of telling what time of day it was. It could be three in the morning for all I knew. I decided to try my legs and though they were shaky, I could stand. As soon as I did a river of cum flowed down my legs. It felt warm and sticky and as it flowed down my leg, my eyes flew open. I was not on any birth control. The pill made me sick so my husband used condoms until we decided to start a family. I was only 28 years old and still not quite ready. I had secrets and I had to be able to share my secrets with my husband before I could commit to the whole family life. My secret would change everything. I loved and trusted my husband but we have been having some trouble and I had to be absolutely sure this was the man I would be with forever. I liked to think so but after 4 years of marriage he changed a little and I changed a little. We were working through it but I was waiting to see what would happen. I needed to know what day it was. ¬¬ I no longer had anything in my anus but it did still burn. My pussy was swollen from the savage fucking I had received. I have never been fucked like that and my pussy started to tingle just thinking about it. I didn't think I was ever going to be able to walk normally again. I walked to bathroom, relieved at the prospect of a moment of privacy. Of course when I entered I realized there was no door. Despite everything that had been done to me, every part of me that had been exposed, abused, fucked and sucked, the idea of peeing in front of a stranger made me panic. I gingerly sat on the toilet and peed. I had to wipe very carefully as my tender and swollen parts shrieked at the slightest touch. I was slippery and still seemed to be filled with cum. Every wipe was coated and cum just kept oozing it out. I turned on the shower and decided to just rinse off. There was no shower curtain or shower door and only tiny towels, no bigger than a hand towel and certainly nothing large enough with which to cover myself. I let the hot water run over me and I closed my eyes and bent my head back. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the camera. Fuck! I had to know what was going on. Why was this happening? I was about to shut the water off when my playmate came into the bathroom and without hesitating, joined me in the shower. I saw a captor behind him prodding him in. He kind of just smiled a little helplessly and apologized. The captor left and for the first time I got a good, clear look at him. "Yes, you do know me." He said. "We met at the neighborhood picnic last year. My name is Mark." "You're my neighbor!" I exclaimed. A voice boomed from a speaker. "Wash her and do a good job." We both looked up. "I am sorry." He said. "If I don't do what they ask, they strap me to the board out there and torture me." He looked at the side of the tub and found a sponge and some soap. He lathered the sponge and stared at it. "I resisted for so long. They wanted me to do things to you and I wouldn't. They strapped me to the x and whipped me, clamped things to me, put plugs in my ass, and then even threatened to rape me but instead, they took me down and tied you to it." He stopped speaking and started to stroke me with the sponge. "I have a pretty clear idea what happened to me." My aching muscled told the story as clearly as he could. "Go on, it's OK." He stood behind me and washed me as he hesitantly said, "They tied you face down and threatened to rape you if I refused to do it. I said I couldn't do that so they did. They raped you, over and over but only in your ass. There were five of them and I screamed at them to stop but they gagged me and then ignored me. " A Rude Awakening Ch. 01 I blanched a little. I knew I had been violated but the numbers were alarming. He kept soaping me, concentrating on my back. He reached around and started to wash my stomach, my breasts and despite my swollen pussy, I started to ache for him. "When they brought out the whips and even more men arrived into the room, I knew I had to do whatever they said to prevent whatever horrible thing they had planned." He was close enough that I felt him grow hard and I found myself leaning into him. "All they wanted was for me to fuck you but you were unconscious and I felt so guilty. They strapped you to a wedge thing and had me fuck you, over and over. They gave me some sort of drug that made me constantly hard." He laughed a little. "You were so tight and I am so exhausted." The voice from the speaker said "Do it before you leave the shower." "Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked. I should be horrified. I tried to keep my face set to anger, a mask of non-compliance but I had a huge cock pressing on my back. Before Mark could answer the voice said. "Enough talking." Mark sighed and whispered, "I'm so sorry." And he bent me forward a little and entered me from behind. When not on whatever drug they gave me, I could handle the sensations of having him inside of me. The feeling of him filling me, sliding in and out was so delicious that I moaned and gasped despite my resolve to look like this was happening against my will. He was, after all a captive as much as I was. Mark seemed to be able to go on forever. I didn't really know him very well. We had one five minute conversation over a year ago. I couldn't even tell you which house was his. I think there was a wife but I don't recall any kids. He was nice looking if you liked long and lean with a slightly geeky, earnest touch. He gave a friendly, harmless, nice guy vibe, until of course he fucked you. His girth and sexual stamina was anything but harmless. But he was gentle now, pumping in and out in an easy rhythm, the heat from the water slid over our skin, heating us even further. Everything was slippery and sensual and I moaned and groaned endlessly and then I became light headed from the heat and from the need to pant for every breath. This man literally took my breath away and I didn't even know his last name. I yelled for what seemed a minute when I came. He gripped me tighter and began to pump faster and reached around and started playing with my clit which was so raw and swollen that it was painful. When I came again, seconds later, it was with a scream. He finally came with a yell of his own and despite all the heat from the shower, I could feel his burning cum shooting deep into my womb. Damn it, I really needed to know what day it was. I may be in greater trouble than it appeared. This man upon who I was still impaled could be my downfall. That's when I had the first realization as to what all this may be about. We stood like that for several minutes, him gripping me tightly in his arms, my pussy gripping him and refusing to let go. The water started to go cold and we reluctantly parted. I had to face what was happening and I had to tell Mark what his role was in this drama but I had no idea how to do that. He was taken from his family and made a captive and he had no idea why. I barely knew him but in a very short time he was more intimate with me than with any other person I had ever known. Any person capable of bringing me to the most intense pleasure level I had ever known deserved to know everything but I didn't trust my own husband with the truth. Two masked men in black appeared in the bathroom, holding towels open for us. One was the French guy I thought of as mine and said something that I of course didn't understand but I allowed him to dry me. Mark was being similarly dried but his discomfort level was so plain on his face that I almost laughed. My husband loves to dry me when we shower together so I guess the sensation was nothing new. The blessed white jar of cream reappeared and I was subjected to another application. My captor coated me thoroughly inside and out and the soreness and swelling in my pussy began to subside even as another orgasm was building due to his expert fingers. I came with a gasp and I began to feel juices streaming down my legs again. Whether it was a combo of mine or Mark's, I grimaced that this was the reason I went into the shower in the first place. As my captor cleaned me up I looked at Mark who was also receiving an application from his captor. For the first time, I noticed that the second captor was a woman and she lathered the cream on his cock and damned if he wasn't hard again. She didn't stroke him to orgasm. She left him hard and straight and Mark just closed his eyes in what looked like a prayer but a prayer for what I couldn't imagine. When we came out of the bathroom, we found that some food had been placed on the table. There were two glasses of water, two glasses of orange juice and some slices of pear. I was ravenously hungry and had no hesitation about eating this time. We both sat down and drank the water and split the pear. I hoped more was coming as this wasn't enough to tap down our hunger. There was more coming but the delivery method was completely unexpected. I was taken back to the bed and once again my hands were tied over my head and my legs were secured spread eagled to the bed. Another person came in carrying a tray. He sat next to me on the bed and looked at my exposed pussy for a good minute and then allowed his eyes to roam the rest of me. He then started taking items off the tray and I could see that he had food on the tray. He proceeded to cover every inch of me with tidbits of food. Slices of strawberries, bananas and kiwi decorated around my navel, a thick trail of warm chocolate was painted from my navel down to my bare pussy. The heat from the chocolate had me wriggling but a sharp slap to my thigh made me still. They covered my mound in chocolate and sprinkles and of course, whipped cream. The filled in all the crevices with whipped cream. Cream cheese and capers dotted my arms, my breasts were covered in thin shavings of ham, my nipples were surrounded by pineapple rings with a cherry in the middle. A thick white sauce was used to paint a design along my collar bone. Caviar trailed down my thighs and pieces of sushi and wasabi were placed everywhere. My eyes were covered with cucumber slices and my face decorated with piped vanilla mousse. Occasionally a piece was brought to my lips and they teased me by letting my tongue touch it or they ran in around my lips before allowing me a bite. A voice I recognized said "Well done, she looks good enough to eat." The words were accented in French and he could only be the man who was in the process of raping her when she woke up. I felt a sharp prick on my arm and I knew they had drugged me again. My senses were set to overdrive and I could feel every molecule of food on my body. The chocolate seemed to gain heat as its presence over my bare pussy turned me on and started to make my insides tingle. "Hey," I said to him. "Why are you doing this? Please, what is going to happen to us?" There was no begging in my voice, just anger. "I am hungry and I don't want to gag you." He replied. "You are a smart girl, you should have figured it out by now. Now shut up or the gag goes on for the rest of the day and we put you on the X for after dinner entertainment." I shivered at what their idea of entertainment might be and since I was tied to the bed and my loins were aching, my breasts were tingling and the goose bumps up and down the rest of my body were each a sensitive point ready to explode, I shut up and tried to relax. I heard the sound of a camera being fired. I thought about the video cameras I saw in the bathroom and realized that there were probably cameras all over the room. I knew then what was going on. No one was looking for me. No authorities have been alerted to me or Mark's disappearance. My husband would have received photos of me being fucked by another man. Mark's wife would have received photos of him fucking me. They would have assumed that we ran off together. Notes were probably forged. My husband and his wife were thinking the worst of us and although we were doing what the photos illustrated, they would have been posed or cropped so that the gun held to Mark's head wasn't seen and the restraints holding me down were not visible. That had to be their plan but before I could work it all through, I felt tongues all over my body, eating the food so artfully placed there. There were at least six people enjoying the feast set upon me. They ate off me like vampires, licking and nibbling and biting and my drug-enhanced sensitivity had me moaning and breathing hard. They were naked and I felt hard penises all along my body as they ate. My pussy was aching to be filled with more than cream. There was an insistent mouth at my pussy that ate every bit of the chocolate and as the whipped cream was sucked from every crevice I came hard. I heard a voice say "She is delicious." And I realized it was a woman. A woman was eating my pussy. My first thought was, that explains why it feels so good. Her soft lips and expert tongue ate me like no one even has before. Her soft breasts brushed my sensitive skin. She did not try to devour me like my husband did but she savored me and built up orgasm after orgasm with a flick of her tongue. It felt too good to object. I heard the camera clicking and saw a light from a video camera shining over everything. This scene of sexual depravity was certain to be sent to my husband and was probably going to be all over the internet. Turns out I was right. I found out later that I was becoming a star on a certain private porn site. Some of the things done to me were suggested by viewers. These viewers were a select group and paid heavily for access and paid even more to see their suggestions played out. This feast cost the requester $20,000. For the first time I was glad my parents were dead. The last thing eaten were the cukes covering my eyes. These were eaten by the first French guy, the one I hated so much. He laughed at me and if I had any strength left after coming so many times I would have spit in his face. He ordered me cleaned and for the third time that day, I showered. At least, I think it was all the same day. I saw that Mark was being hand fed by a naked woman, probably the same woman that cared for him after the shower. He was hard and looked uncomfortable but watched me with concern as I was taken past him to the bathroom. The naked woman suddenly bent over and took his raging hard-on in her mouth. His hands were tied to the chair so he had no way of stopping her. I heard him moan and cry out as the water as turned on and it drowned all sounds away. I was not in the shower a long time but when I came out, the room had been transformed. The mess on the bed had been cleared away, black linens now covered the bed and poor Mark was now the main course. He was not tied down and he did not have as much food on him as I did but he had a delicious looking pile of spaghetti artfully spun around his still hard cock. I was to be the only diner. Well, I was hungry. Up to that point, everything had been done to me, I hadn't touched anything or anyone, including myself. Mark looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. He was not given the drug that was given to me. While the drug did not last long, it helped me endure the indignities happening to me. We were alone in the room but I knew we were being closely watched. I felt like a monkey in a cage. I climbed onto the bed, my breasts swinging heavily as I crawled to him. I leaned over him and with my mouth, I picked up one strand of spaghetti and slowly slurped it up. I ate another strand and then another, the spaghetti would unravel from around his cock as I sucked up each strand. I ate every bite and then I licked up all the sauce and then I took him in my mouth, just like a spaghetti strand, slowly and firmly until I could suck in no more. I worked him up and down, his cock tasting of pasta and rich sauce, salty and savory. He was delicious and I went down in him like I never had my husband. Mark closed his eyes in ecstasy, all embarrassment gone. "Come inside her" a voice boomed from above. I was momentarily confused. He was about to do just that but the voice did not mean my mouth. Mark sat up and flipped me down on my back, lifted up my hips and in one stroke, entered me to his balls. He came moments later, filling me with cum. Baby making cum. All doubt was gone. That was what this was all about, they wanted him to impregnate me and in doing so, I stood to lose nearly 80 million dollars. Good thing he was a great fuck but still, it was a hell of a lot of money, even if I hadn't touched a penny of it in six years. The lights were dimmed and we were finally allowed to fall asleep. We lay next to each other, naked and exhausted, not friends and not lovers. My neighbor was kidnapped to serve as stud and I had to explain why. Neighbors usually just water the each other's plants, not stuff with sperm. I blushed. Why did they grab him? A stranger would be a lot easier to take. I had to get Mark out of here before he was entrapped forever in my secret life and private hell. When I awoke, I had no idea if it was morning or the middle of the night. The lights were at a low level but the room was no longer dim. I turned to see Mark staring at me. I looked at him but I didn't know where to begin. He started the conversation by asking, "What did that guy mean when he said you should have figured this out?" I stayed lying down, not wanting the fact that we were awake mean that masked people would start coming through and entertaining themselves at our expense. "I am not certain how to begin except to say I don't know how you got involved and I am so sorry that you have been mixed up in this." "That may be the only part I can understand." He said. "I went for a run down the bike path. I came around a corner and there were two men abducting a woman off her bike. Without thinking, I ran to defend her. A third man came from nowhere and tackled me. He screamed, 'What do I do with this guy?' And someone replied, 'Grab him too. He'll be perfect.' And here I am. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." I was speechless. "Thank you for trying to save me." I said. "As kidnapping goes, this is not as bad as I imagined." He mused. "I was worried about you. I figured out who you were while we were in a van. You did not go quietly. Apparently you head butted one of them with your helmet and broke his nose." I smiled. "Really? I have no memory past the two men coming into my path." "Really. I was a little embarrassed that I didn't put up more of a fight but I thought I could help you or at least learn where they were planning to take you. It didn't occur to me to be scared. I was only scared later when they kept injecting you with drugs and fretting over your response to them." I tensed a little. "I know one of them made me unable to move and set all my nerve endings on hyperdrive. The sensations made me pass out." "I know. You were a lot smaller than they thought and the dosage was too strong and you wouldn't wake up. You were out for I think three days." "What were they giving me?" I asked. "Some cocktail drug they were experimenting with. They called it the Zombie Nympho. Thought it would replace all date rape drugs. It makes the person unable to move, feel like they were drunk, but with a sex enhancement kicker that made the person ravenously horny." "Well, yeah." I said. "It works. The time you did me when I was on that drug was the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life." Mark blushed. "Thanks. They gave me something like Viagra but different. I am not usually able to perform with the frequency that I have been. It usually takes a while to get hard again but now it happens instantly. I actually fear I will get dehydrated and I am amazed whenever I can cum again." "Well as the recipient of most of that come, I should be drowning. It gushes from me every time I stand up." I said a little wryly. He blushed again. "They are weird about my fucking you. Even when you were unconscious, they made me do you every couple of hours. I pulled out the first time and my ass was whipped till I couldn't sit anymore. After that, they said to wait until they gave permission to pull out." He looked upset. "I hated doing that to you, fucking you while you were unconscious and completely unprotected. They checked you for any device and said you didn't have any." "No, I don't." I said. "Only once did someone use your pussy. That French guy did it because he seemed really angry with you. I think it was his nose that you broke. But he used a condom, said something about dna evidence. Every other time, they used your ass." "I am going to tell you a weird story and it will explain most of what is going on." I looked at him and he was silent, ready to hear my secrets. "I'll give you the short version." I took a deep breath. "I am the sole heir to a huge fortune and I believe all of this is because my uncle is trying to get me dis-inherited." He blinked a few times at me and then said, "I am going to need the long version." "Good Morning Folks." A voice boomed from above, startling us both. "How about a good morning fuck? Mark, if you are not up to it, we can find a substitute." Mark was, of course, already hard. He sighed and seemed to hold back words I have a feeling he has shouted before, not to avail. I felt slightly sick. This poor man, what if this was a really repulsive thing for him to do. His erection was chemically enhanced so I couldn't tell by that. He reached out to me and stroked my arm, then moved his hands to my breasts. He bent to suckle them, just like my husband did. I tried very hard to push him from my mind. It was too painful to imagine what he was thinking about me. My loins started to ache for Mark's touch and I reached for him, pulling him closer and hanging onto him as the single solid thing I had in my life at that moment, knowing I wouldn't have my home, my husband or my fortune when this was all over. He covered me with his body and as he gently entered me, he whispered. "What is the long story?" I knew he could go for the entire time it would take to tell this story. It just may be a bit hard to moan in pleasure and share your deepest family secrets but I have a feeling that if we spoke at any other time, we would be purposely interrupted. I took a deep breath and let out a soft moan. He did have an extremely delicious cock and he filled me just to the point where I would fear I wouldn't be able to handle him. But I was so wet by then, he slid in and out in a perfect rhythm. "I will try." I said. "My grandfather was a very rich man. He comes from one of the oldest and richest families in the country." I looked to him for a reaction but his face was the same as it always was when he was inside me, half bliss, half concentration. I continued. "He had two sons, my father and my uncle Colin. My father was the perfect son, perfect student, good and generous heart, handsome and he was being groomed to take over the family business." I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath. He was pumping as easily as he could but I had an orgasm building and it was hard to concentrate. "My father was everything Colin was not. Colin was lazy and shiftless. He loved having everything handed to him and when my grandfather refused to support his lifestyle if he didn't work to earn it, he took off, saying he didn't want to have anything to do with him." I yelled out right then and let my orgasm pass. God this man was amazing. Mark moaned as my pussy muscles gripped him tight but he managed to hold off and keep stroking me. A Rude Awakening Ch. 01 "My father married and I came along a year later. My father had it all, beautiful wife, daughter, all the money he could hope to spend and my grandfather's approval." I stopped to breathe, another orgasm building. It was getting hard to talk. "When I was two years old, my parents were killed in a plane crash and I was raised by my grandfather. He was a very hard man but he adored me, the only person left in the world that loved him for him. OH FUCK!" I screamed that last part as I dug my nails into his arms and came again. Mark waited a moment and then moved me on top of him. I could have a little move control up there but I could only speak in between gasps and I was getting light headed. I panted and tried to remember where I had left off. "I was given everything and I was happy but I was also accident prone." Pant "I fell off my horse and suffered a concussion; I almost drowned when I became sleepy in the pool." Pant "I was in several car accidents, I almost overdosed when some medicine I was taking for a cold was somehow switched for a narcotic." Pant. "I was the unluckiest kid in the world." I rode him as best I could I was never good at doing two things at once. I stopped talking and focused on fucking him. He increased his speed under me and bounced me up and down. As I came again, I threw back by head, arched out my chest and let loose with a noise that could be described as a screaming howl. He hadn't finished yet. He picked me up by my waist and lifted me off him. He flipped me onto my knees and impaled me from behind. He leaned forward and whispered, "I love your ass." I smiled and thought that was one of the nicest things I had heard in a long time. All hopes of talking were given up and I just fell into the waves of sensations that were crashing over me. I was not on the nympho drug but this felt unlike anything I had experienced just naturally. Was it him? Or maybe my parts were just so overly hyper sensitive that it didn't take much to get me off. I heard a slap and them Mark yelled and rammed into me deeper than I would have thought possible. I heard the slap again and again he rammed deep and I came hard. When I could open my eyes, I saw a captor standing behind Mark with a large paddle in his hands. He slapped Mark with it as Mark thrust in me. I am not certain how Mark felt about it but I was getting hammered and it was starting to hurt. Finally Mark let out a gasp and hot cum shot into me, filling my womb, saturating my body. Mark did not pull out but held himself there until Pierre came around with the wedge, upon which I was originally tied to. He simply put it under my stomach and motioned for me to lay on it, leaving my ass elevated not to mention exposed. Mark pulled slowly out but instead of lying next to me, he was led into the bathroom. I didn't see him again until the next day. To Be Continued