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Abduction of Steph Ch. 01

By: OldDog



The brain fog was clearing; her consciousness returned like a slow moving pile of warm ice cream. Steph immediately sensed things weren't right. Her arms and her feet were restrained to some type of padded sofa or table. She felt this furnishing was taller than most; she felt as if she were posted up in the air, not near the floor. She felt she was still dressed except for her shoes. She tried pulling on the restraints but her hands would come up only a few inches. She couldn't judge how much she could move her feet. 

She noted the furniture was comfortable, other than her being tied to it. The room lighting was subdued, coming from recessed panels above her head. She turned her head to look at the strap holding her left hand. It looked to be made of silk and the cuff or wrist part, whatever it as called, was lined and padded. She could just see what appeared to be a brass or gold buckle on the upper side away from where she could ever possibly reach it. Turning her right leg and then trying to lift it up, she was able to surmise that it was the same about the straps around her ankle. Soft and padded, but certainly holding her in place without hurting her skin. 

Steph was not mad yet. She was just reaching the curious mental stage of why she was being immobilized. Mad would surely come later, then, she would get severely pissed enough to kick the ever-loving crap out of whomever tied her down. She recalled shopping at the small mall near her apartment. She recalled having lunch at the Chinese fast food place. She vaguely remembered walking back toward her car when someone in a group of people in the parking garage said something in her direction. When she turned toward them - she remembered a small flash, a sprayed mist, and nothing after that. She was sure the spray was a neuralizing drug of some form - the flash a distractor. THAT pissed her off enough to catalog it for future reference.

When she looked to her right, Steph saw a small container and a bendable straw sticking from the top. The printed label said "water" clear, readable letters. She realized she was thirsty so she ventured a drink. It was distilled water with no flavor, just room temp bottled water. One more drink and she decided to start memorizing everything around her for future reference. Hell, what future -she didn't even know where she was or why she was, or anything of that crap. All she knew was being tied to this couch, or sofa, or whatever it was. 

Steph focused herself inwardly and began to calm her emotions; settled her breathing, and focused on controlling her thoughts and feelings, she began a self-inventory. Nothing hurt or seemed physically injured. She didn't feel that her undergarments or top clothing were out of place. Other than the fogginess in her head from the apparent drugging, everything else seemed to be as it would usually be. She didn't know whether to be happy or mad - she was obviously kidnapped, but she had not be molested or raped. At least - not yet, was her immediate next thought.

A small noise awakened Steph from her momentary napping. The lighting had changed to be more focused; it was direct, more brightly placed on her than the room. The light now made a halo effect where she couldn't see beyond it. She could hear someone moving near the place she was restrained.

"Who's there," Steph tried to ask in a calm, easy voice. "Could you please tell me who you are, and why I'm here?" Nothing - just a sound of someone walking around.

"Could you at least grunt," Steph said," I'd at least like to know you are from this planet, or maybe human."

Still nothing; and then Step heard the sound of a keyboard being used. It suddenly registered on her she was now wearing a small HUD device - head's up display - like military helo pilots wore just above her eyes. She watched a short phrase appear on the display. "do not intend to harm you."

Steph laughed a little, "sure, not harm me, she heard herself say out loud. "I'm staked out like a friggin' pig for slaughter and you aren't going to hurt me."

"NOT slaughter - pleasure treatment" showed on the HUD.

"What", said Steph slightly stunned, "a 'pleasure' treatment? What the hell are you talking about?"

"You have been selected for pleasure treatment," appeared on the HUD.

Steph was still trying to sort this out when she felt hands on both ankles. Instinctively, she kicked out against them but found they were incredibly strong. It was almost impossible to move at all. As she fought against the grip, she felt a thumb from one of the hands massaging the bottom of her left foot. Instead of being her usually incredibly ticklish self, the motion was soft, well centered, and felt, well, pretty damn great. 

She hesitated to see what was going to happen. That caused her to pause struggling against the hands. Almost immediately, the other hand began to massage her other foot sole. This is certainly not what Steph had been picturing in her mind as her destiny. The foot massage was disturbing her chain of thought because it felt so good. Even with her nylons on, she could feel the fingers, especially the thumbs, finding every miniscule spot in the plexus of her arches, her toes, and her heels. That was an "Hmmmm" in the making for sure. At least - Steph thought, whoever her assailant was, they had great hands. Probably a male but she knew her regular masseuse at the gym was female and she had big, strong hands.

Steph came out of her reverie that the calming effect of the foot massage was giving her when she felt the hands move atop her feet and begin working on her ankles. No other motion - just that; but now the massage included all of her feet and ankles. Both feet, both ankles at the same time. She thought that was odd. Most professionals have a favored side to work from. So this wasn't a professional - or not what?? Both feet were getting identical treatment and the motions were exactly the same. Damn, they were good at it. She held her breath as the hands moved away from her feet. The lack of touch was immediately obvious. It was a no-win scenario for Steph. She knew she was a prisoner of some sort - so she should not like the calming feeling the massage gave her. But, at the same time, she could sense no meanness, no violence in the touching. And the massage effort was excellent by any standards. 

She felt her legs relax as the hands came back to her ankles, only this time one leg was lifted and the touching was now going up her right shin area. Her leg wasn't very high up, but she knew whoever was doing this to her could probably see right up her skirt. The thought of rape popped right into her mind and she flinched away from the touching. Immediately the HUD lit up again with the phrase "Pain?" in front of her eyes.

"No pain," said Steph, "but I'm sure you're going to attack me because you moved my leg to see up my skirt. That bothers me because ..."

Before Steph could finish her sentence the HUD popped back on with "NO RAPE. Sex maybe later, when you are prepped. BUT NO RAPE" showed in computer green screen letters.

"Wait a minute, "said Steph, "WHAT do you mean NO rape, but maybe sex later? What the hell does that mean" What the hell is the difference - you are controlling every damn thing so why ISN'T it rape?" Steph was trying to not getting pissed and hurt herself, or let this "thing" get the best of her self-control.

The HUD display blinked for a few seconds, and then a slow answer appeared over the eye screen:" RAPE IS NO CONTROL VIOLENCE. Sex is done with person who wishes to enjoy life. When done, you will love life more and you will want more ...." The display blinked at the end 

Steph was stunned. No one, not even her mother knew she was still a physically intact virgin at the ripe old age of 22. Well, her vagina was, anyway. She had learned how to give hand jobs when she was 13 from the 17 yr old guy who lived next door in the apartment complex one summer. Amazing what a game of truth or dare could get you into. One misadventure with oral sex her senior year of high school put her off on trying to give any more blow jobs. He should have never forced her head down on his pecker - she would have never bit his dick like she did.

So - okay, she thought out loud, "You -whoever AND whatever the fuck you are - is going to convince me that sex is great by kidnapping me. That's really a crock of shit."

The HUD blinked for a moment, and then words appeared: "1- not kidnap, no ransom request; 2) Human; and then after a moment #3) appeared." NOT crock, statement of fact." And then the HUD blinked off. Steph wasn't sure what was going to happen after that wonderful exchange, but then she felt the hands on her ankles again, but working on the left leg this time. 

She thought about it for a while as the hands went up and down the front of her left leg, back to the right, and then back to the left again. She had not been hurt - so far. The hands were very obviously powerful in the way they could hold her and keep her in place. She let herself relax some more and enjoy the massage motions even though the rest of her mind said "NO!"

The HUD blinked on "Calves?" and blinked off

Okay, thought Steph, if you are going to tell me where you are going, then ....and the thought just floated away as the most fantastic touch - no, that was a caress - went up the back of her left leg calf and back to her ankle area. It was so smooth, so tender, it just blew her mind. No pain, no roughness - it lifted, held, and caressed her calf muscles carefully, warmly, and ever so goodly if that was even a word.

Up and back, around, and out, back in, around, to the knee and back to the ankle tendons, again and again. Steph was finding it hard to NOT like this attention. No one had ever been able to rub her leg muscles without hitting a sore spot - her "holder" as she was mentally naming him or her - had zeroed in on her body like a shot of pain killer and there were no hurts, stiffness, etc. As Steph was thinking this revelation through, the HUD clicked on, showed, "Nylons off?" and clicked off. 

She thought for a moment, and then responded, "Okay". She had no intention of ever being accused of cooperating with her kidnapper like someone like that Hurst person she had read about. She felt herself tense as the hands slid up her legs, pushed her skirt out of the way, and started to unclip her nylons. The hands lifted each leg slowly and undid the back clips until her garter belt clips were undone. Carefully, slowly, the hands pulled, and then slid the nylon down her left leg. As Steph let her breath come back to normal, she realized that she was beginning to get wet between her legs. The tantalizing effect of the mystery aspects of this venture was starting to kick into her mind. She felt the nylon being pulled off her foot ever slowly until it was all the way off. Then the right leg - it was almost a tease the way things were happening to her body. Steph realized the nylons could be pulled off through the ankle cuffs without removing the restraints.

THAT was it!!! Steph realized she was being slowly, inexplicably - teased by her captor. She was not supposed to enjoy it - but, she did! This was becoming fun - It dawned on her that the hands were holding her legs, slightly above the table, and apart. There was no doubt that the object in view was her body below her skirt. The hands let her legs back down and returned to rubbing her calves on both legs; the feeling, however, was totally different with no nylons to mask the touching. She could really feel the hands now - texture, motions, shifts in muscles, and how they held her leg as they moved. If she had not been getting wet down below before, she certainly was now.

Steph found her self slipping into and out of a light napping sensation as the hands worked up and down her legs. Her knees were now a part of the motion and that was a killer for her. The knees were direct triggers to her inner self as one or two former male friends had discovered while trying to feel her up. The fact that she was "technically" still a virgin was outranked only by her skill at giving a hand job. That was something she knew she was very, very good at doing. Once she had discovered how much power doing that for a guy would give her, she controlled dates by offering one if things were getting too steamy. 

She liked making out; but her getting screwed and thinking about some guy sticking his dick up inside her was not on her highlight of the day list. She knew it was a control issue; she wanted to find out about sex but she did not want to give up control of her body. That made her show a small smirk. Control, huh? Laying here getting sensually rubbed by some unknown who was taking off her stockings and looking up her skirt. So much for the idea of control. Steph was not certain how she felt about this but lack of control was bad.

The HUD flickered on and the words "Need pit stop?" came on the screen.

It did dawn on Steph right then, YES - damn she needed to pee really badly. Her nerves and stress beforehand had masked that feeling. Amazing how one simple term - pit stop - could ruin your whole plan. "Yes" popped out her mouth before she realized she was thinking out loud.

"Wait!", said Steph, "you have to take off my panties for me to pee. Are you going to hurt me, or try to screw me, I need to know."

The HUD flickered on and "No tricks when underwear is gone - table will move you." showed on the screen. 

Steph wasn't so sure about this when she felt the hands push her skirt up to her waist and start up the outer side of her thighs. She froze as the hands moved slowly on her legs to find the leg hems and waist band of her bikini panties. The edges were found and the hands took a grip on the leg bands on both sides, and then slowly begin to pull. Then the hands stopped and went away.

The HUD blinked on to say "Raise butt" and blinked off. 

The hands returned to take same grip, but waited until Steph decided to raise her ass up a little bit. As soon as she moved her ass upward, the hands pulled down and stared removing her panties. She felt an uncomfortable easiness in her stomach as she could feel them slide down her legs. She realized that the ankle straps would have to be removed to get them off her. Steph began to control her breathing and focus on where her captor would stand so she could kick out a strike.

The HUD suddenly blinked "table will move you now" and blinked off. She could feel her panties hanging at her ankles as the table began to literally reorganize itself into a sitting position and start to lower in the middle. Steph could feel the way it was moving that her butt cheeks were being opened up and pulled apart so her crotch would be exposed and open. Even trying to move and clinch her ass shut had no effect. The table surface seemed to know how to hold her ass cheeks apart. 

Steph decided to relax; as she did she realized she could feel herself actually being lowered down more ever so slightly downward. Her ass cheeks were spread, her crotch was now sticking down and in the open. Steph knew instinctively that her vaginal pussy lips were swollen and slightly distended because she could feel them slide as the table moved her in to whatever position. 

This was interesting Steph thought when she almost had a spasm as she felt a single finger touch her sparse pubic hair and open her crotch slit. She tried to buck up away from the intruding finger but nothing worked. The finger touched her slowly and then moved one of her vaginal lips to one side before the second finger held her crotch open and doing a short probing motion. That motion pinpointed right on her urinary tract opening. Like turning on a water spigot, Steph began to pee like she had not done so in a week. She couldn't stop the flow because she did need to go so bad; she did wonder if some type of drug had been rubbed in her skin to make her pee that fast. She never let a load loose that quickly before.

As the stream of urine leaving her body began to slow, she sensed a hand near her face. Before she could respond, a warm washcloth covered her face. Before she could panic, the hand moved the washcloth - smelled like lemons - over her face, throat, and around the back of her neck. Very slowly, her face, her throat, and the back of her neck were cleansed and a soft towel was used to tamp dry her skin. This was getting really all confusing for Steph. A kidnapper was supposed to be brutal, mean, and sadistic to their victims. This "person" was apparently not like that...................

Steph held her breath as she felt the two fingers touch her pussy lips again. She felt a soft, wet cloth slide the full length of her pussy from the front all the way back to her asshole and back again. No pressure, just a cleaning motion to cleanse her crotch. As she let her breath ease out, the table began to rearrange itself - and her - back into a flat table position. Those strong hands again held her, this time her hips as they lifted her up and pushed her butt cheeks back down in a more comfortable placement. 

Steph panicked this time when the HUD blinked on again with the "removing clothing for body bath" message and clicked off again. She began to struggle against the restraints and trying to pull them off the table but to no avail.

The HUD blinked ... "Done now?" and blinked off

"Done what"," screamed Steph, "you're going to strip me and I don't know what else, I can kick forever if need be, until you let me go..." Steph was getting frustrated with none of her usual control in place.

The HUB blinked again.... "Can make you sleep and still do same thing ...and blinked off again.

Steph was in a quandary; she did not want to give in, she did not want to hurt herself, but she also knew she had no control whatsoever. What to do? How the hell did she get out of this and stay alive was all she could think of at the moment.

"Ok," said Steph, "I will stop kicking and fighting if you promise me two things....."

The HUD blinked on... "Those are?" and clicked off.

"One - no more drugs," asked Steph, "and two, you promise to not hurt me?" was her second question but it was more a statement than a question.

The HUB Blinked on... "promise no drugs as long as kicking stops"; it clicked off for a moment, and then a flashing green cursor came on for a moment before "never hurt, only please .... Appeared on the screen and then clicked off.

Steph was mulling that one over when she felt the strong hands move her into the center of the table device. She held her breath when she realized that a pair of scissors was touching her skin near her right thigh, where her skirt was still pulled up. She could hear them carefully cutting through the material of her skirt on that side. Then, on the left side as well. Each cut of the scissors made her stomach twist tighter. The top of the skirt was lifted away ands Steph began to cry. She knew her panties were still down around her ankles so now she was really naked from the waist to her feet. The strong hands rolled her slightly to her left side, moved the skirt under her ass, and then rolled her back to pull it completely away from her body.

Steph just let the tears flow when the scissors started to cut away her blouse and then her bra straps. The strong hands cut up the middle of the blouse, and then out her arm to one sleeve getting the bra strap as well, before cutting out from the center to the other sleeve and bra strap. As she was lifted up by the strong hands to remove the remnants of her blouse, one strong hand held her up while the other unhooked her bra in the back and removed the shredded cloth. 

Steph felt completely defenseless - she was almost totally nude and laying out for public display. The strong hands gently laid her back on the table device as the scissors cut through her last piece of dignity - her stocking garter belt. It was removed and she knew she was totally naked now. Then, she felt a warm towel covering her lower nakedness and being tucked in around her sides at her waist. She just waited to see how she was going to be abused. Her skin was getting goose bumps and her nipples were as hard as she had ever felt them. She knew this was no longer a tease - this was an attack that she could not stop. But not like any attack she had ever heard of - this person was messing with her mind as well as her senses.


Abduction of Steph Ch. 01



The HUD blinked on with "start with face" and blinked off again.

Steph didn't care; she just wanted this humiliation ended, just go home, curl up to hide away from everyone. She felt the strong hands to use the washcloth to first wipe away her tears, then warmed water to wash her face and upper shoulders. On top of everything else, now she had no makeup on her face, just clean skin. So far -the touch was soft, enough for her to relax a little and wait to see what was next. Her tears had stopped, but she was still twisted up inside and felt ill to her stomach.

The "next" caught her totally by surprise - the ever-present strong hands began to very gently, very softly wash her arms, her chest, and then her breasts. She could not tell what lotion or oil was on the wash cloth but it was working wonders on her skin. The gentleness caught her totally by surprise - and the touch of the strong hands on her 34C boobs was having an amazing, tantalizing effect. The nervousness was leaving he stomach, she felt herself relax and she also caught herself leaning into the caresses of her breasts. The hands worked around her left breast and nipple, then the right breast and nipple. The promise of no pain was being kept. There was no promise made, however, to not make her so absolutely horny that she could not stop trying to rub her legs together to make her pussy lips touch over and over.

The strong hands gradually began to move around to her sides and her hips and perform the same slow and wonderfully gentle cleansing. Her skin felt like it was warming, her breasts like they had never felt before. She thought she could tolerate this level attention for quite a while but the thoughts of what could happen below her belly button still scared her. She was totally naked, she was so uncharacteristically wet in her crotch, and her nipples were like hard stones. Every touch made the fire inside grow brighter. The hands were now at her stomach and working that same soft magic to her outer hips and lower stomach. Not so low that it was her crotch but not that far away, either.

Steph tried to control her breathing and calm her inner self as she felt the strong hands move her legs apart. No sense in fighting because her entire body had been on display for this person to see, admire, get horny over, whatever they wanted she guessed. Her pussy was totally wet and completely open to public view. The thought that she wondered if her attacker noticed she tried to keep her pussy hair trimmed for her swim suit passed rapidly as she felt the strong hands lift her right leg and begin to cleanse her foot and shin. Now, even my asshole is out in public, thought Steph, as the hands moved up her right thigh.

Steph cringed as her right leg was moved outward, opening up her crotch to even more view. The strong hands began to work outside to inside on her upper thigh. She was almost in the spread eagle position with her right leg moved outward, and then upward as the strong hands moved right up to, but not touching her vaginal lips. They came up to the crease between leg and groin, up to the curve of her ass into her pussy, but never quite into her truly private zone. She felt the edges of her sparse pussy hair touched over but never touched into its covered places. With each touch, she felt herself getting even more wet. Wetter than she ever thought she could be; it was beginning to go down her slit to her asshole she was so wet. 

The strong hands repeated the same "almost but no cigar" nearly touching cleansing of her left leg. Steph was beside herself - she had never, never, ever been this horny in her life.  The few times she had bothered to try to pleasure her own self had never gotten her this high. She felt like something was about to bust inside her if she did not peak out and get off. As this thought crossed her mind, she held her breath as the strong hands picked her up and the waist, slid her body down the table, and then pushed both legs up so her knees were on her chest. Now she knew she was going to be raped, her pussy was wide open for anything and she could not stop anything from happening.

Steph almost stopped breathing for a minute as she felt the strong hands, place one foot against her ass cheek, lean the leg out, and then touch her pussy hair with a very, very soft cloth. First, just the top of her crotch with the sparse hair, then down one side of her pussy to her asshole, and back up again. Then down the other side. The strong hands were not going down the middle of her pussy, around the lips but over her asshole and her ass crack. Steph could not hold her self still, she tried to the strong hand to touch her most private place and it kept moving to one side as she moved. This was becoming more frustrating as she was becoming more and more anxious to peak out and get off. How was no longer an issue; only when and how soon was the issue.

The strong hand shifted both feet downward so they were both against her ass cheeks, leaned them out as far as she could tolerate, and then shifted its cleaning pattern to concentrate on cleansing her ass and where her pussy fluids were going. The touch was so soft, so gentle, that Steph almost missed the small probing of a finger into her asshole. It wasn't much, around the rim of her pinkish opening and then away again. She thought she was hallucinating at first - no, there it was again, only a little more insistent this time and actually into the inner edge. She didn't know what to think; even she had never stuck her finger up her own ass; now here was some total stranger making it feel so good to have it toyed with in a slow, smooth way. Even this was making her more and more horny.

Steph waited, and yes, the fingers of the strong hands were touching, ever so lightly, the ruffled ridges of her vaginal lips, the outer doors into her pussy. This was not at all like she had thought this was going to be like. Penetration, yes - she has already decided she was going to be raped - but not this gentle approach. It was making her incredibly, undeniably - outrageously - horny beyond her wildest imagination. It was easy for the fingers to touch her, and move her pussy parts around - it would have to be a water hose for her to be any wetter. She was actually lifting her ass up for the fingers to have more access, get inside her now and stop this infernal teasing. However long ago she was fighting this person, now she was trying to hump the fingers that were gliding back and forth over her pussy.

A large "O" appeared on her lips when she felt the first finger begin to open the outer lips of her pussy and slide more inside while still sliding up and down the length of her slit. No hurry, like someone who had all day to do whatever they cared. The finger was not holding her pussy open; it was sliding slowly up and down her wetness like someone who was just twiddling with no particular goal in mind. The finger was moving the wetness -even more now - around and playing with her pussy lips inside and out, not quite entering her but staying right near the entrance hole to her most private place. Steph tried more than once to rise up and get the finger to go around inside her, but the hand was too strong and the palm of the hand was pushing down on her crotch.

The first buck into the beginnings of a small orgasm happened so fast that it caught Steph off guard. The strong hands had moved to hold her pussy open while stroking her wetness, and then rubbed on her clit once with some pressure. That quickness blew her right into an orgasm like a stick of dynamite. Not a big one, but Steph was immediately squeezing her thigh together and trying to hold the finger against her clit for more pressure and to heighten that wonderful sensation. It only served to frustrate her even more and try to buck up on the fingers again. 

The second time, the finger pulled the hood back from her clit, and then massaged her clit in a circular motion that sent Steph totally over the edge. Her body went into an automatic humping motion from the waist down, her ass was coming up off the table like it was in its own world, and she was straining against the cuffs trying to wrap her legs around the hand that was now teasing her into a land of unknown happiness to her mind and body. She could not get her legs together and that was driving her even farther into the humping motions. The finger sped up the massage of her clit and Step thought she was about to explode from the pressures in her body.

Steph went totally over the edge of total erotic arousal when the strong hands quit rubbing her clit, pulled her body farther down on the table so her ass and crotch were totally open again, and someone's mouth attached itself to her pussy like a suction cup. The tongue was going into her slit and after her clit like a person dying of thirst - back and forth, round and round, up and down, more pressure, and faster and faster on each cycle of pleasure. Her body completely betrayed all her fears when it went rigid and bridged up from the table to push her pussy out into this intruder's face and mouth. Each lick of the tongue drove her farther out over the edge until her whole being was quivering from the arousal and multiple orgasmic assaults but it would not come back down. Her pussy was in another universe of pleasure and she could not stop. Steph went absolutely over the far edge to pass out after the mouth sucking on her clit changed tactics and nipped a small bite on her clit three times very fast, with the third one latching on and holding her clit until she passed out.

As her body began to relax and return to some form of quiet normalcy, Steph had slipped into an exhausted but sexually satisfied sleep. Her burning urge for satisfaction had been sated for the time being. Her unknown captor wiped all of her body - front, back, boobs, pussy and ass - clean of the warming oil that had been used. As her body was being cleaned, the urge to push a finger into her asshole was rewarded with her body opening up like a flower for the intruding finger. The captor gently played with the opening for a few seconds to satisfy the curiosity, and then covered her with a light, soft blanket before dimming the laboratory lights down to a dull glow for sleep mode.  Sexual penetration of all her orifices would come slowly, and at a later session. To sexually sate her body was enough experimentation for one day.



Abduction of Steph Ch. 02



Steph jerked awake, startled by the restraints on her arms and legs. She jerked again; that made her come full circle remembering she had been abducted and was chained to some kind of examining table. She suddenly blushed all over, recalling the previous events when she realized she was restrained, but more so the imitate, highly erotic contact someone had subjected her body and mind. Nothing in her short, adult life, had prepared her for this kind of physical and sexual confrontation. 

Nothing, and damn sure none of what her few girlfriends ever told her about "oral sex", had prepared her for what she had endured - and enjoyed beyond her comprehension. When... when... that person's mouth had... had... latched on to her distended clit like a leech. Steph felt her nipples tightening up as she was thinking about the orgasms she had when that tongue... oh lordy, that talented tongue... had teased her into bucking her ass right off the table like she was in a seizure trying to get it inside her pussy. Just doing that alone was beyond her comprehension; the few times she had pleasured herself with a finger rub around her opening paled to a mere single touch, a scratching of an itch. 

Her experience in giving, or getting, oral sex was limited to the single horrible event her senior year of high school when she had bitten what's his face's penis so hard he needed 45 stitches around the shaft to close the bite marks. Taught his dumb jock ass to force her head down where it counts came to her mind. She had only had two beers at the lake that night, and he came on so cool and so slick. Even felt her up so nicely, kissing her titties all over and not forcing his hands into her panties like so many others she had dated. She had even taken his erect penis out of his pants for him so she could give him a hand job and make him happy. Well - until he kept pushing her head farther and farther over toward his penis until it was on her lips, and then in her mouth. So, she bit him on the head just a little to get even. 

She would have let it go right then if he had not slapped her face and called her a bitch while his stiff penis was still in her mouth. So, sucking farther down the shaft and then really biting him like she had seen dogs eating pieces of meat seemed very fair. Especially hearing him scream, and scream some more until she let go of his shaft and came up for air. Steph didn't realize he bled all over both of them until the police got her to the hospital and a nurse cleaned her up. Everything was pretty well hushed up; he was a major jock and a senior alderman's son. She was more than willing to testify in open court how his father had purchased the beer and alcohol that he gave to her, an underage female, during a school evening when he was supposed to be at practice; he could then coerce her into performing oral sex. After that, her mother felt that her taking self-defense classes were a good idea and Steph didn't mind. The exercises and the concentration seemed to fit her personality well and helped in school work. Boys could obviously wait until later, especially since the word was out at school that "she REALLY does bite!!"

Now, here she was 22, completely nude, and strapped to some type of table like a lab rat waiting to get gutted, or something worse. So far, what her captor promised was holding true. As long as she quit kicking, she incurred no harm or physical pain. Pain, shit - how about a dozen back-bending, ass busting, thigh straining orgasms!! Lying there awake, under whatever this covering was, gave Steph time to gather her thoughts and reflect over what had occurred. Had she been set up? Was she set up to feel humiliated, teased, and then pleasured? Was it her own paranoia about having someone see her panties, or a fear of no control? Or, both? Shit... Shit... Shit, too damn confusing.

Granted, her unknown captor had very powerful hands and took no shit from her regardless the issue. That fact had her attention even if she hated the part about having no control. She could tell the light coverlet atop her body was all that separated her from total nudity. She could feel the cushion top surface - it seemed to mold itself to her body, even when she didn't want to move, and move her around like a child's doll. For now, it felt as if it was curved to match her back and her hips like a fine leather bucket seat. She know it was not leather - this place felt like a lab, smelled neutral, and no obvious sounds or noises were discernable.

Steph said aloud the thought on her mind, "I really need to pee again" and suddenly the table began to move and realign itself as it did before. Steph jerked at the movement and tried to lift her ass and her back off the table. As soon as she did, the table stopped moving. As soon as she let herself relax, the table started to move again.

"Shit", thought Steph, "Now what the fuck is happening?"

She felt the table actually mold itself to her butt cheeks in such a manner to cause them to separate enough to feel air between her legs on her damp pussy as the table continued to move downward again. Very slowly, it stopped at almost the exact position she was placed into whenever the last time her "holder" asked her if she wanted a pit stop. Only, this time she felt no strong hand reaching between her legs and touching her pussy. 

Just as Steph started to let her bladder muscles relax, she felt a gentle nudge from the table. The table seemed, in her mind, to be causing her ass cheeks and her body to move so her pussy lips were sliding back and forth. This was interesting popped in to her mind just she felt a small ridge in the table move in between her pussy lips enough to make them slide open and move out of the way. Steph figured what the hell and let her bladder control go to let it empty. As she felt that warm flow of urine exit her body, she thought to herself that this damn table must have a mind of its own.

Her eyes bulged and Steph pulled her ass up from the table when she felt the warm cloth touch her pussy, The motion had caught her off guard as she had been letting her body enjoy the emptying of her bladder. She relaxed enough to lie back onto the table; the table completed the cleansing-drying motion and shifted itself back into the flat position where Steph could feel complete contact with it. 

As she considered what else this table might do to her on its own, she looked around the room and saw the straw near her right cheek. Moving to take it into her mouth, she realized how hungry she was. She had no clue when she last ate anything. Drawing on the straw, she was pleasantly surprised to find it was a thick, malted mix with a flavor of chocolate and berries that tasted quite good. A second straw was just next to that one - trying it, she found it was lemon water which also was quite good. Feeling much better now that she had been able to make a pit stop and get some food into her system, Steph relaxed and began taking stock of her situation again as she had tried to do before. How long ago had that been? No clock, no sound, no process of judging time was throwing her off some; she would have to figure this one out somehow.

She sensed the lighting sliding into a subtle change to the halo effect she recalled from the previous "session"; she had no other name for that. Foot steps made her become apprehensive again; the thoughts of being restrained and not in control filled her mind again as the HUD clicked on again and asked her "Rested?" and then clicked off again.

"I guess," said Steph, "but I'm still trussed up like a pig at a slaughter house."

"True," flashed the HUD, "restraints insure you remain to enjoy pleasure treatment."

"Oh, bullshit," said Steph, "this is torture, and you're enjoying every moment of teasing me, fucking with my mind and body."

"Possible, yes," showed on the HUD, "but - if this truly is torture, how do you explain pleasure given in oral adventures you received?"

Steph felt her entire body blush and her nipples suddenly feel very hard, and very hot, when she recalled having orgasm after orgasm until she literally passed out. Her almost virgin body had no way of gauging the level of satisfaction she had received except she secretly damn sure wanted more even if it meant staying here tied up. She wasn't certain how this misadventure was going to turn out but she needed to find out. The thought of what her immediate future held scared her horribly. She had fought every attempt, from every male in her life, to have intercourse. That concept of having a dick shoved into her was not a good picture in her mind. She wanted no man to have that kind of control over her.

The HUD flashed slowly, "Pleasure treatment will begin soon", and then slowly faded out of sight."

"Wait, Wait, Wait!" screamed Steph, "What...what... what if I don't want this?"

"Not an option," appeared on the HUD, "you receive treatment regardless."

"But I'm a virgin," sobbed Steph, starting to cry and fight the straps, " I don't want some mechanical asshole shoved into me." 

The HUD slowly displayed, "Virginity barrier lost during gym classes," it paused, and then continued with "pleasure intercourse with real penis" and clicked off.

Steph went ballistic when that appeared - she fought the table, she fought the straps, she even fought the pure air around her to try and escape. Nothing worked as she fought, the straps slowly became tighter and tighter until her body was pulled taut on the table. Her arms were pulled above her head until her shoulder blades were digging into her back, and her breasts were being forced to stick upward form her chest. Her legs were pulled so tight that her top thigh muscles were strained down and outward to her ankles, and the backs of her legs were almost cramping. Her crotch was being pushed up in the air by the table so it was wide open to the world.

As Steph finally wore herself out and stopped struggling, the table slowly relaxed the straps; she could move her hands or feet the original few inches of freedom that she had found before. The table repositioned itself under her back, spread out, softened some, and suddenly generated a slowly increasing heat along with a light vibration. Steph recognized that it was trying to help her relax and just let it do its job.

The HUD came on, displayed the question - "why do you fear pleasure?", and then clicked off again.

Steph had to think about that one for a minute or so; why did she fear being pleased. Was it because she had never known any? Was it losing control, or giving her self control up to another? The bottom line was dual, she decided - she feared what she did not know, and what she did not know she did not want it having any control over her mind or body.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid of something I don't understand." sobbed Steph. "You have total control over me and that scares me... What promise can you make me believe that you will not kill me when this ends?"

"Truthfully," the HUD displayed..."none, because you do not know how to trust." and clicked off again.

Steph lay on the table as it applied the light, warming heat and vibration to her body. An occasional tear slid down her face as she absorbed the truth statement answer from her "keeper". It was true - nothing but just acceptance of her own faith in her own fate would allow her to accept her future. 

"Will you promise me," Steph struggled to say between her tears, "you won't hurt me...or kill me, since I can't see your face...or who you are..or what you are... When you are done?

The HUD slowly displayed the comment, "No intent to harm, only intent to teach how to enjoy self," and then faded out again.

Steph shuddered as she took a deep, deep breath, and then said, "Okay, like I have a choice. Let's get this shit started and see if you live up to your word before I die of old age."

The HUD flickered on, blinked quietly, a small "smiley" emoticon appeared growing on the screen, and then faded off into one corner as the comment appeared on the screen "must prep your body - no promises it will not embarrass," and then clicked off. 

Steph wondered what the hell that meant as she felt the coverlet being pulled off her body. She forgot that she had been covered all this time. The table had subtly and slowly quit vibrating a while back so her body never noticed. The strong hands appeared near her feet and began that same wondrous massage than had started her trip into La-La Land before. She tensed slightly at first touch, allowed herself to accept the touch, and then just go with the motions. Not like she could hide anything since she was bare ass naked and strapped to the table.

Steph felt the hands move her ankles far apart - she knew her pussy and her ass was now wide open to the world again; her body was lying about how excited she thought her body was telling herself she was not. Her entire slit was seeping fluids from her pussy, was if fear or anticipation was the question in her mind as she felt the table begin to move under her.

"Must be very, very still." The HUD blinked, "or razor will slice skin," and clicked off.

What razor, thought Steph as she suddenly realized those strong hands were rubbing a liquid on her lower calves and up to her knees. She froze as she felt that too familiar feeling of a shaving razor touch her left ankle area. Slice was right, Steph knew not to move, squirm, or even sneeze; she had enough trouble shaving much less this damn stranger. The strokes up to her knee were even, smooth, and well... professionally competent. 

The lower right leg was done; Steph felt a bit more relaxed as the hands began putting the fluid on her upper thighs right up to the crease between her legs and her pussy lips. The hands brushed her pussy hair but no erotic contact was made. As each thigh was done on the top and sides, Steph expected her legs to be lifted up again like her calves to get to the back side of her legs but they were not. The left leg was put down, and then the right upper thigh was done.

Steph nearly came totally off the table in fear when the hands pushed her thighs as far apart as they would go, and then began rubbing the liquid into her crotch. All of her pussy was massaged and assaulted, top to bottom of the slit, down the crease, to her asshole and back. She could not get away from the hands as the fingers opened her up, rubbed and pushed her lips around, and damn near fingered her asshole and pussy getting the liquid on her body. 

"DO... NOT... MOVE... "snapped quickly on the HUD, freezing her in place. Steph really froze in place when she felt the razor begin to slide across her pubic mound, leaving it devoid of all hair. Three, four more passes and she could tell nothing was left above her slit or on either side or her crotch. She took a deep breath as the fingers began to open her slit, hold each lip and start to remove all her light brown pussy hair. THIS was more interesting than she ever thought it could be; the only shaving she ever did "down there" was to make sure nothing stuck out from her one piece swimsuit.

The motion was becoming almost unbearable; she needed... no, it was unbearable!!! She wanted to get off badly and the hands just kept manipulating her pussy lips, bumping into her clit, touching her almost into her vaginal opening, and back again. And back around again until she could feel her ass lifting off the table to meet the fingers as they rubbed and touched her sex. The first spasm hit her slowly; the razor was lifted away and suddenly the hands quickly flicked her distended clit back and forth, and then pinched and held it with some pressure until she was banging her ass on the table trying to get more power into the orgasm stretching her mind warmly around her soul. God, it felt so good, she never had any idea how wonderful a huge orgasm felt until the fingering she got. Here she was having another kind of orgasm but as equally good, equally mind bending. 

Her body was flopping on the table like someone had shocked her each time the strong hands flicked her clit. Jerking, shaking, quivering, and shaking more until her chest was heaving like she had run a marathon. Each time the fingers touched her clit she actually jerked like a puppet on strings. Slowly, one finger put some pressure right at the base of her clit and that seemed to help her get her breathing back in control, and her ass was no longer bucking up off the table. The hands put some oil on her pubic mound and her upper pussy lips as she lay there, just trying to comprehend what was happening to her body and mind.

Without a battle, Steph let the hands rub her lower abdomen and stomach with the oil; that felt as good as any massage she had ever gotten at the health club. As the hands moved to put the oil on her upper thighs, she felt herself being picked up and rolled slowly on to her stomach. The table immediately molded its surface to match her breasts, thighs, and body curves. Her arms were positioned as she would lay down for a massage. She jerked when she felt the two restraining straps put over her shoulder blades and then her lower back just above her hips. No way could she even rise up, or even kick out. The table and the straps had her securely held in place.

Steph screamed and screamed when the table head end began to move downward slightly while the part her legs were held on had begun to move up under her body, effectively rotating inward pushing her hips wide open and putting her ass and crotch in to the open lights. Her legs were being pulled straight out behind her, downward, and then her stomach was pushed up by the table. Her ass was forced up and out at nearly a 30 degree angle when the table stopped moving her. Again, she felt the strong hands putting the fluid on the backs of her thighs and her ass, so she stopped moving; a few seconds later the razor was going up and down her thighs to her knees and the oil was applied.

That left just the bottom of her puss and her ass area. Steph waited for the hand to again manipulate her but nothing happened. Then she felt it - one finger very, very gently touching the crinkled edges of her pussy lips and placing the fluid right down her center line. No mass moving around as before; a slow, gentle stroke around her opening and where there remained hair. She held her breath when the finger neared her clit but it did not touch it. It carefully pushed the hood back without touching her clit, slid it back and forth 3-4 times until Steph tried to move where the finger would touch her clit, and the finger stopped just above her slit opening. Now this was becoming a frustrating tease for her; "just finger me and get on with it," thought Steph.

Just as she began to relax a little bit, that finger slid back along her pussy ridge and then stopped right on top of her anal opening. It sat there, putting a light pressure on the rectal ring but not making any attempt to massage, or any attempt to penetrate her rear entry. Then, very slowly, the finger began a slow, sensuous circular rubbing of her anal opening. Steph felt the tension in her leg and back muscles start to relax; this amazed her just a little - someone rubbing her asshole ever so lightly, in a simple way, actually felt quite relaxing. Since the finger was not trying to forcibly penetrate the one orifice on her body that even she had not stuck a finger into, she was beginning to enjoy the "rectum massage". Round and round the finger went, up and back some but never leaving the rectal muscle ring.

It slowly dawned on Steph that the oil the finger was rubbing into her anal opening was slippery; it felt warming on her skin. She let her legs relax some more, starting to enjoy the unique massage she was receiving. Occasionally, the finger would touch the lower curve of her pussy lips but it never wandered far from the original objective. Steph decided to tempt her fate and moved her hips roll downward so her ass cheeks were not so clinched together. The finger kept up the same slow, circular motion around her anus. Without the tension in her butt muscles, the massage was beginning to feel good and she was thinking about what her "keeper" had said about trust.




Abduction of Steph Ch. 02



Yes, she was very afraid of not having control over her body. As Steph felt the finger touching her asshole, she realized most of it was an issue ever since the almost hushed-up biting event. When the jock slapped her face and hit her head for not taking his dick farther into her mouth, the fear of choking to death was so strong that the reflex of biting him was almost automatic. When he screamed and grabbed her head, the fear of him hitting her again took over and she really bit his dick as hard as she could. She decided then, as she choked on his dick, that if she lived no man, ever, would control her. In her mouth, her pussy, or her ass - no man would control her destiny.

"Awake?" appeared on the HUD, as Steph came back to the here and now in her thoughts.

"Yes", answered Steph, "I was thinking about what you said about and why I can't trust any man."

"Decision yet? blinked on the HUD, "or need more contemplation?"

"Not sure," thought Steph out loud, "but I think I now can tolerate more of what you are doing to me and my body."

The HUD blinked for a moment, and then "So... willing to continue with treatments without battle?" appeared.

"I guess so," said Steph, "obviously someone likes playing with my asshole so we may as well take this out to an ending we both like."

No sooner than Steph said that, she felt the finger begin to push lightly on her rectal muscle ring. Still going round it, the finger was now pushing in, pushing out to a side and back again. This really felt weird, and really good at the same time. Weird, thought Steph, because she had never rubbed her own asshole in the past. Good because the oil really made the finger slide around her rear end opening; Steph almost missed the first probe into the anal ring. She smiled to herself - this person is good. They've been playing with her "dark entry" as some books called it, now she almost missed the finger entering her. 

Ok - here goes, and Steph let her mind, her thighs, and the rest of her ass cheeks relax. She just let the muscles in her crotch relax; she felt the finger pause for moments, then slowly tease the direct opening into her being. She tensed once, and then relaxed again. The finger began teasing the opening of her anus; ever so softly that Steph began to feel her body opening flower outward, making the touch even more sensitive, more delicate to avoid pushing her ass outward to the finger. The touch, the warmth of the oil, Steph was really enjoying this intimate attention that had never been done to her before.

Steph held her breath as she purposefully flexed her butt muscles and causing her rectum to pooch outward like she was taking a dump. The finger went into her anal muscle ring about a half inch and stopped. She stopped - the finger stayed right there for a moment, and then began rubbing the interior of her rectum as it had the outer part of the ring; this was really interesting. Nothing had ever been up her ass, only outward. The finger seemed to turn of its own volition, in doing so, put the soft part of the fingertip harder against the inner area of her rectal muscle ring, and then pulled out. She felt a momentary loss from the removal of the warmth moving from the finger; she stopped flexing so her asshole began to pull back in and close.

Steph's eyes popped wide open and her leg muscles stiffened when she felt the metal touch the center of her rectal opening. Something warm, metallic, and oily was being pushed ever slowly into her rectum. Steph tried to twitch away from this intrusion but it was already lodged a good 2-3 inches into her asshole. She could feel how smooth whatever this object was but it bothered her that IT was stuck up her ass. 

She tried to pull away as she felt it go even further into her large bowel and then start to expand even more but the table restraints kept her back down and her hips and ass locked into one position - wide open to the world. Right about the time she began to adjust to the enlarged intruder stuck up her ass, she felt the liquid entering her bowels and fill her up. 

"Great," she thought, "I'm expecting to get fucked, and now I think I'm getting a damn enema."

The fluid continued to fill Steph up; she knew it was at least the right temp for her body or she'd be cramping all over the place. She did feel some cramping, and distension to the point of mild pain but nothing she couldn't handle. For a minute, anyway - then he felt more fluid being put into her asshole and she began to hurt, and hurt some more as the liquid distended her bowels. She felt the pressure level off; a minute or so and her body was adjusting to the extra liquid intrusion. She felt huge with all that fluid pumped into her. 

A pushing motion around her asshole changed her perspective when she felt the vibrations of the probe sliding backward out of her body but the fluid stayed inside. A pushing pressure and a slight plop made Steph realize a sealing plug had been stuck in her ass to keep the liquid inside. Now she was beginning to panic, this was not funny and it certainly hurt, made her feel very uncomfortable. She could not move, she was very bloated with the liquid, and she was strapped down with her crotch open to the world. This was no longer entertainment - this was becoming torture.

That thought crossed her mind as she a finger touch the hood covering on her clit; she jerked as she felt the finger push on her clit and rub it twice, three times. As the finger pushed on her clit, the other fingers opened up her pussy lips and rubbed the inner edge of her vaginal opening with the oil. Steph jerked again as she felt the probe enter the outer vestibule of her pussy but did not go all the way in. It began expanding, holding her pussy open to the world. The probe made her jerk again as the center potion bumped into, and then slid into her pussy; then it slid right through her cervical opening into her womb. 

Steph jerked about, she jumped, she screamed, she tried to move her body and pull her cunt away but to no avail; she was held firmly in place as the probe began to fill her womb with the same warm liquid. God, this really hurt as her womb was unduly stretched with more fluid. As quietly as it had started, the pressure holding the fluid in her womb decreased and it drained out her pussy. That was some relief, except her pussy was still held wide open to the world. She cared less where that fluid went, it was out of her. She could feel her inner self on display but the pressure in her bowels was distracting her thoughts. Up until she felt the fingers rubbing around her clit hood again.

That feeling intensified as the fingers started to tease her clit, and then slide around her outer pussy lips, causing her body to quickly lubricate itself. Her outer lips swelled with the quiet teasing and her clit literally ached with its fullness. The excess fluid pressure in her guts was pushing down onto her bladder nerves, which in turn her bladder was pushing down on to her G-spot area inside her pussy. Those nerves seemed to be connected directly to her nipples which were being vibrated by the table surface. Steph was trying as hard as she could to maintain her presence but she wanted so badly to hump the hand that was teasing her cunt. 

The fingers, two of them now, slowly picked up a twirling speed motion between teasing her clit, pushing the hood back on and off her distended sexual appendage, and the outer lips of her pussy. She felt as if her skin was alive on her; every touch or flick on her clit made her torso twitch, and she wanted so badly to push her crotch into the fingers teasing her.

Steph felt the wave start somewhere in her gut and work its way through her abdomen muscles, her thighs, her hips, her ass and legs were having spasms and her cunt seized on the fingers stuck just inside her cunt as the first wave of the orgasm hit her. The extra fluid pressure inside her body pushing on her G-spot echoed the spasms, driving her into another, more intense orgasm then the first. Her pussy ejected her own female body fluids like a man shooting his cum- intense, massive, and quick. The strong hands pushed the hood completely back from her clit and moved so it was sticking out, took a hold on it like a small penis, and purposefully pinched her clit. This sent Steph out over the deep end; the orgasm drove her in to a table humping motion pushing the mound of her cunt right into the table hard and quick. The inverse pressure of her distended bowels reverberated spasms right into her cunt muscles, making her legs twitch; her asshole spasmed around the anal plug, causing some fluid to escape.

As Steph began to regain conscious awareness, she felt herself turned on to her back and her legs lifted into some stirrups. This made her cramp some with the excess fluid but she felt the strong hands push her ass cheeks apart and start to remove the asshole plug. She felt the plug shrink in size, letting the fluid come out along with whatever else was inside her. The strong hands were cleaning her, shaving the last remnants of hair from her pussy lips and legs; she had no energy to fight, even help but the hands did not seem to mind. She was in a state of euphoria as she had never felt before - her entire body was alive with pleasure but she was also well pleased with the warmth and after glow she felt from her massive orgasms. As Steph drifted into sleep while her feet were still up in the stirrups, she felt her rectum welcome and then protrude outward for a finger that was rubbing oil into her slightly sore rectal ring. The finger went in and out of her a few times, she fell asleep with it.



Abduction of Steph Ch. 03



Steph felt herself being rolled over, and then pulled ever so slowly into a position where her legs were back up in the stirrups and she was flat on her back on that wonderful bench. She just relaxed, there was no reason in fighting the strong hands that she knew would come to hold her, touch her, do things to her body that she had only imagined in her wildest dreams. How long had she been held out, how many orgasms had she had, how many ways had "someone" – her captor – touched her inside and out? There were no hints, no clues that she had been able to figure out. Only the insistent sexual intrusions into her body, the drawing out of her mistrust into mind-blowing orgasms, and the ever-constant lack of communications that she could use to focus, think, and figure out who her captor might be.

She felt comfortable lying there, feet in the stirrups and her legs pushed slightly back toward her body. She knew her entire genital area from her pubic mound to the area between her rectum and tailbone was wide open to the public. This was a regular position for her now – she thought to herself that she was waiting to feel the ever present finger begin to rub the warming oil around her rectal ring. Never in her life would she have ever thought she could look forward to someone fingering her asshole; now she intensely wanted that touch. She really wanted that insistent probing because it felt so good. Was this part of the trust her captor was looking for her to demonstrate, to learn? 

The HUD clicked on." Feel rested?" it displayed.

"I guess so," said Steph, "I'm still alive, and my pussy to my asshole is wide open to public view, so how should I feel?"

"Peaceful," the HUD showed, "pleasure treatment will be completed this time around."

"So," mused Steph," you just gonna fuck me silly, bleed me slowly, and then kill me, right?"

"Actually," the HUD blinked slowly, showing a faint smiley face, "pleasure treatment will begin with a warm oil bath, new shave to assure skin to skin contact, and then slowly build to intercourse in all openings."

That last piece of information caught Steph by surprise. She had figured, yes, she'd get really get fucked a lot in her pussy, and probably be forced to suck off whoever this was, but fucked up her butt hole? That scared her; she could only picture the finger in there, and only that little bit she had recently gotten introduced.

Steph felt the bed begin to warm up and slowly start to vibrate – that was a clue something was going to happen. As she moved her head to drink from the straw near her head, she felt the strong hands touch her inner thighs so she automatically spread her self more open – fighting was useless. The strong hands had become a point of reference for her to judge what was going to happen to her body. This time she felt a warm, wet cloth touch her skin close to her stomach. Slowly the hands were cleansing her body around her stomach and lower abdomen.

As the hands made a pass, then a soft terry cloth towel was used to pat her body dry. At least her captor preferred her clean and presentable. The strong hands slid the warm cloth up and across her breasts, taking time to let the warm cloth lay on each nipple until she felt the heat on her chest. Nothing there to scare her, Steph thought. Her shoulders were done and then her sides to her thighs were wiped with a warm cloth. She felt there was light oil in the water that the cloth was being dipped into, it made her skin shine and she did feel better. 

"Hold very still," the HUD displayed, and then clicked off again.

Steph felt herself tense up, and then she forced her self to relax as the strong hands carefully shaved the back of her thighs right down to the curve of her pussy lips into her body. She felt one hand move and then pull her left ass cheek outward a little in order to shave some of her curves. She felt the movement in an exaggerated sense – her pussy lips were so puffy and sensitive that any motion was literally amplified in her mind. Her own wetness was obvious to her as the fingers touched her skin, and then she just let her self relax into the table's warmth.

Slowly, she felt the hands push her legs together and slightly forward a little more until her pussy lips were together and sticking out into the air. While one hand held her knees together, she felt the other hand massage her pussy lips, pull them just down enough to make her pussy skin become tight, and then let go. Three or four times of that, Steph felt her pussy lips become tight. When the hands let her knees go, she kept her legs up in the position the hands had placed her; she felt the razor slide very slowly around her entire crotch. One stroke inside, one stroke outside, one stroke down and then a stroke back up each lip. Steph knew she was so wet with her own lubrication that the razor was gliding on her skin.

Steph took a long, deep breath when she felt the fingers begin to pull on her ass cheeks, tightening around her asshole. She forced herself to not move when the razor was moving around the bottom of her cunt lips, the place between puss and asshole, and around her rectal opening. There were no memories in her mind to describe the sexual tension she felt at the moment – her body was beginning to resonate with a humming she was doing without knowing she was making the noise. She knew her clit was sticking out like a red, sore thumb, begging for attention instead of avoidance. It was so swollen that the hood was totally pushed back – it was almost double in size, super heated and throbbing with her heart beat pulse.

The HUD came on, "Are you ready to trust?" was displayed on the screen, and then the cursor just sat and flashed like someone waiting.

Tears forming on the corners of her eyes, Steph stammered "I-I-I think so" ...... "you're su-su-sure I am not going to be killed when you are don-don-done fucking me?" 

The HUD blinked, and then slowly displayed. "Yes, a part of you will die....." it said, "The part that does not trust, the part that does not believe, and the part that does not love without need," and then clicked off.

"Okay," said Steph in a small, scared voice, "as if I have a choice in this."

The HUD blinked twice, and then "Close your eyes and enjoy..." displayed on the screen.

Steph felt the HUD being removed from her head and her hair being pulled back into some type of clip holder. As this was happening, she sensed the lighting was changing around her and the table was moving to let her legs down. Her head moved to the right where she saw the straws again. She took a drink from the one with lemon water and pulled long on the malt straw. As soon as she let go of the water straw, that part of the table moved away form her and another smooth surface section took its place.

Steph felt the hands touch her thighs just above her knees so she let her legs open up again. The fingers gently stroked the tendons behind her knees until she felt herself relax one more level, letting her butt sink into the softness of the table. As she relaxed, the table warmed up again, letting her ass and lower back feel the pleasing heat. The fingers rubbed the outside of her knees and down her lower legs, one muscle at a time until her legs had a lighter than air feeling. Steph just let the hands gently move her body until her legs were down flat on the table and she felt all of her lower back on the table surface.

A moment of no touching caused Steph to hold her breath; she felt herself do that and immediately forced herself to breathe slowly and normally. Then, she felt the fingers on her stomach, softly, carefully, caressing her skin like a soft piece of silk. Around her belly button ever so slowly, two times, three – and then down the center of her abdomen to the very top beginning of her pussy slit. Not so much as like a tug to pull the hood of her clit across that supercharged part of her body, but rather a gentle sliding motion that made the hood massage over the tip of her supersensitive clit. Again, and back, again and back, Steph was trembling with anticipation. Her body betrayed her fear by her crotch slowly bridging up and down to meet the fingers playing the symphony on her skin. The slowness, the softness of the touch was exquisite – and it was excruciating at the same time. 

Just as Steph thought the fingers would tease her clit one more time, she was jolted right into an orgasm when the fingers caused the hood to slide back, and then flicked her clit back and forth 4-5 times very fast. The electric shock was all that was needed to make her bridge her ass right off the table, clench her legs together trying to capture the fingers, and then cause her legs to go rigid, pulling the crotch tendons tighter and that forced the hood even tighter over her distended clit. She was literally humping into the air, trying to get off once more. Her humping efforts began to slow as the pleasure passed; finally resting her ass back on the table. 

Steph was breathing like she had just dashed a 220 sprint, rapidly, short gasps. he power of the orgasmic moment put her into a euphoric state. As her body begin to relax, she sensed the fingers of one hand pulling on her cunt lips. Teasing her a little, but not much; it was still a tease. It almost tickled as the pads of the fingers slid up and down the crown edge of her right pussy lip. No pushing or penetration, almost like someone feeling the smoothness of a piece of fine cloth. She was so wet she felt her natural lubrication running down between her thighs and onto her ass cheeks. The finger slid up and down, pushed in and pulled back on her right pussy lip until she felt her self rolling herself toward the finger. As soon as she moved, finger pulled the right lip back and began stroking the slickness near her vaginal opening. 

That sent her over the edge again – only this time it was slow enough that she just stiffened her legs, her muscles shuddered as the emotions waved over her again and again. Tension seemed to flow out – leave her body as she peaked, letting her feel very, very pleased all over. Tingly, smiling, and satisfied, Steph laid back and let her body enjoy the table warmth. The hands seemed to let her lie back and not force her to do anything at the moment. As Steph relaxed, she wondered when the "real fucking" was gonna happen. She knew this was all prep to get her into the mood for intercourse – she had pretty well decided that maybe she could trust whoever "owned" the hands, she had no choice regardless.

She sensed rather than felt one of the strong hands was just below her breasts; she bent her shoulder blades back to raise her chest; the hand softly cupped the lower half of her left breast. Steph heard her breath come sharply as the fingers held her rock hard nipple, and then slowly massaged it while leaning on her breast. She pushed her chest into the hand and it responded to her efforts by cupping her fullness, pushing it around and around, teasing the nipple into becoming harder, more sensitive. Teasing it upward with a pulling motion, Steph stopped breathing when she felt the lips latch on to her nipple and begin sucking on it. She was so hypersensitive to sexual touches now that every suck on the nipple seemed to go right to her clit. Suck, relax, suck, relax – Steph was pushing her chest directly to the mouth and lips and the lips were pushing back with increasing intensity. The hand holding her breast was kneading the fullness of her breast and that seemed to be going directly to her vaginal muscles. Each sucking motion was sending waves on increasing intensity right through her cunt.

Steph knew she had her eyes closed –she didn't want to open them and risk seeing yet who her captor was – the captor who was fast becoming her sexual teacher. Steph knew things were going to heat up quickly when she felt the fingers of the other hand begin to tease her pussy lips again. This time it went right for the middle and slid between her lips in the wetness pooling between her legs. The sucking on a breast was driving her crazy – she hit the overdrive button when the finger between her pussy lips flicked her clit and then pushed right on it. Again and again, the lips sucked hard on her nipple, the hand squeezed her breast, and the flicking of her clit was pure heaven to her body. 

Steph felt her legs jerk and then squeeze the hand tightly as she went over the edge again. In rapid circles, the fingers rubbed Steph's clit as she humped the arm, squeezing more and more until the fingers suddenly slid right into her pussy opening and began rubbing the inner walls. The motion drove her even farther up the humping activity scale. She could not stop trying to get off more and more – she could not get enough. The fingers curled upward and into her pussy opening, rubbing against the inner lining behind the pubic bone where her G-spot was centered. That simple rub put her into orbit; she was banging her ass on the table and back up in time with the finger stroking and the nipple sucking until her legs froze, shuddered, and held her in place as she flooded the table with her fluids. Exhausted, Steph finally slowed, each flick caused her to twitch into another mini-orgasm. The fingers flicked her clit 2-3 times, her entire body twitched with her.

Steph felt herself being wiped off, cleansed, and oiled again. She was floating in a euphoric haze that was just wondrous; her entire body and being felt warm, both in a physical and emotional sense. The strong hands were all over her body smoothing, rubbing, touching, holding a part, moving a part, teasing some sensual aspect of her person. Alive was not a comprehension – glowing was a better description. The oils made her skin feel slick and warm. The hands held her breasts together as the fingers played with each nipple, rubbing around the dimpled areoles and slightly pulling on her distended nipples. She pushed her chest into the hands and again she was rewarded with a most wonderful massage of each breast and a mouth sucking on each nipple until she didn't think they could get any harder or more sensitive. The mouth literally fed on her body heat by teasing, pleasing, tugging, and letting of the left, then the right nipples. Steph felt another mini-orgasm slide through her legs and crotch. This time the strong hand only held a finger against her clit while she felt her body shudder and become ever wetter between her thighs.

The strong hands slid down her torso, around her belly button, and as each cupped her pubic mound she opened her thighs wider and was rewarded with a finger sliding in and out of her pussy ever so gently, around her pussy lips and the cleft in the muscles between leg, thigh, and crotch as the hands rotated the tops of her thighs outward. This pulled her clit hood and pussy lips tight again across her body. Again, this teased her clit into being ever more sensitive; Steph already felt like she was sticking out like a sore thumb as it was. She sensed, and then felt something on her clit. It took a moment for her to realize that her captor was blowing their breath directly on her clit in hard, short puffs. This was .....was .... was amazing!!! It gave her a short lived thrill than got her attention, slacked off some to let her almost relax, and then the next hard puff of air. She wanted so-o-o-o-o-o bad to wrap her thighs around whomever this was and use the squeezing-pulling motion to help get her off even more but the strong hands were holding her thighs just enough that she could not move. It too Steph a minute to realize that she had bridged her ass completely off the table trying to get to the mouth that was teasing her body so well. Her ass slammed into the table and back up 4-5 times humping into the air seeking release from the orgasm that hit as the tongue flicked out and literally bathed her clit 5-6 times, putting pressure on it and sending her into another leg shuddering orgasm.

Steph took long, ragged breaths as she felt the hands slowly leave her body and let her relax. Her breasts were heaving up and down as she sought to get control of her emotions and her body. No self-service and no dream had ever reached this level of satisfaction. Steph found herself wondering if there was any way she could feel more satisfied, more complete as a woman than she felt right now. Her body was aglow with energy from having the most wonderful orgasms, the surges of being teased and then pleased; her perspective of not ever wanting to engage in sex was shifting toward the attitude of what more is there to do??

Steph sensed the table had changed so she looked and yes, the straws and the bottles were there for her to get something to drink. As the table began to very lightly hum and the warmth came on again, she realized the table had literally molded its surface to the shape of her lower back and ass; this was like a very comfortable bucket seat. The light began to shift slowly toward her left side so Steph flowed with the light. And then stopped to stare at what was about 3 feet away from her. 

A nude male body was coming into her view. She had to look up and to her left slightly above straight away. This was no ordinary body – well muscled, in proportion between legs trunk, and arms. There was a hint of a pronounced six-pack but not so that it distracted from the overall symmetry of the entire body. The body was not someone that she could immediately place a name and identify. Steph's eyes zeroed in on the male equipment hanging down in front – she noted no pubic hair any place as she looked at the flaccid penis and scrotum now directly in her line of sight. She had jerked off enough guys on dates to recognize a "nice" size, say 6-7 inches full up, and that's what this looked like it would be once the owner got it up. This one, hanging limp, was probably 3 inches. The head was retracted back under some of the foreskin, and hung down over the right nut. Steph was sure that whoever this was, they were circumcised. She wondered why that thought had just popped in her head. She thought she should be very afraid right now but she wasn't. After having so many orgasms, oils rubbed all over her body, a finger as well as a butt plug up her ass, and the constant erotic touching – seeing a penis hanging out for public view was just one more to see.

Steph realized that the penis was beginning to lengthen and thicken. She had always seen them rigid and ready to shoot by the time she got her hand on one to jack a date up to shoot off. This was a lesson in male sexual motivation. As she watched, the penis was now about 5 inches long and was beginning to look fatter. She watched as the skin of the nut sack actually retracted the balls upward closer to the body. At that moment, Steph saw the penis being to get rigid and start sticking out more than downward. If nothing else, this was new to her; she never saw a guy's dick get hard, only after they were already hard.

Steph blinked her eyes and watched this "no-name penis" begin to throb with each heart beat of the owner behind it. The veins along the shaft were becoming pronounced, the head getting a colour of warm purple she recognized. This was going to be more than 6-7 inches she thought to herself as the penis started to lift upward and point at her face from its own rigidity. Steph began to feel that same old sick feeling in her stomach about letting anyone shove one of those up into her body. As she watched, Steph felt a tear come from her eyes and slide down her cheek. All the pleasure she had been given was fast draining from her body, being replaced by the same fear of no control.

The modified voice shocked Steph from her thoughts, "Are you afraid that having this pleasure will kill you?" asked a very calm, peace-filled male voice. Steph kept watching the penis become more rigid, longer and slightly bigger around. Then, almost unnoticed, she saw a drop of seminal fluid begin to form on the tip end of the head. She watched as the penis seemed to flex and ripple from it base and the drop got even bigger before it fell like rain drop out of sight.




Abduction of Steph Ch. 03



"Ye..Ye..yes... ", answered a frightened Steph, "it's never goin' – goin' – goin'' going to get in me – i..i..it's too big."

"That's a possible reasoning, "said the voice," do you still trust the promise to never hurt, only pleasure?"

The tears flowed as Steph said, " I..I..I don ...don ... don't.. know!!" She held herself very still as the male body began to mover closer and the penis was right in front of her face now. She could see every ridge, every veined marking, and every part of the pinkish purple head pointing at her. 

"I understand," said the smooth voice. "I will make you a deal so I can keep my promise."

"What kind of deal?" asked Steph, in a little girl voice that showed her fear.

"I will only put the head end between your pussy lips first,' said the voice, "when you can tolerate that, I will only push a little bit so your body does not cramp up and you do not freeze in fear."

Steph was thinking about this as she watch the body move away from her head and then she felt the strong hands on her thighs again. She stiffened at a touch to her pussy lips before she realized it was her captor's tongue. Up and down her slit it went until she was soaking again. Afraid, or not, her body was more than ready.

The mouth moved away, Steph felt her legs being moved farther apart. She froze when something felt pushed against her pussy lips – and then unfroze when she thought it was the tongue again. She immediately froze again realizing it was a lot wider and hotter than the tongue had been. Steph felt the head of the penis slide between her puffy pussy lips – up and then down again until it had traveled from her clit to past her asshole. Gathering her own sex fluids on its head and immediate shaft, she could feel now how velvety smooth the head was against her pussy. Back and forth it slid until she felt herself relax and let the strong hands tease her body again with a new toy.

Slowly, the head of the penis was settled in place between her pussy lips – she could feel the heat coming from the head like being near a bonfire. The weight of the head pushing against her body was a mild reminder of its size and the shaft behind the head that she was yet to feel. Just the pressure, right there, focused Steph's mind to that single –place on her body. Once more, her captor was keeping his promise to not hurt. She could not recognize the synthesized voice which was little concern at the moment. She had what was at least an 8 inch rigid penis lodged against her vaginal lips and it was not leaving without entering her one way or another. 

"Okay," said Steph, "let's say this is an experiment in trust. What should I, the Lab Rat, do now?"

"What you should do, "said the voice, "is let your body and self relax so when the head begins to open you up, it will not hurt so much. The more you fight the more painful this well become. You will feel full like you have never felt before. Some women describe it like being stuffed."

Steph almost laughed – that was exactly what her best friend said what her boyfriend felt like the first time she screwed him – having something stuffed into her cunt. There was a point of reference she could understand. Steph let her body relax – she felt the soft-stiff head of the penis push, then part her pussy lips just at the opening of her pussy. No farther but she could feel the size of the head right at the entrance to her body. Her captor did nothing to go any farther inside her. That was good, and frustrating at the same time. 

"Okay," said Steph, "that's not too bad, you can..." and before she could finish the sentence she felt the penis head enter into her pussy. The diameter of the head and shaft were a little more than her vaginal opening so the captor pushed a little until the penis head was lodged in her vaginal opening, and stopped. Steph's eyes were a round "OH" just like the shape of her mouth – that quick she had about one, maybe two inches of male penis inside her. She felt like it was stuck more than it was trying to fuck her body. She felt herself get wetter, and beginning to accommodate this small intrusion.

Steph felt a sudden hollowness in her core as the penis was slightly withdrawn. That didn't last long as the penis was slid back into place. This time it wasn't as bad as the first feeling – she was opening up for the intruder. And she was getting wetter by the second. She felt a little more pressure in her pussy and then felt the penis slide maybe an inch or two more into her. Okay, she thought, that's maybe 3 inches. I can live with this – so far.

The next motion caught Steph completely unprepared. Her captor begin to slowly rock this penis back and forth, in a little, back a little, never going any further in but never quite pulling totally out of her. At the same time, the captor had placed his thumb against her clit where it pushed her clit down on the wet, sliding shaft. The sensation was exquisite – Steph could just catch her breath as the next wave of pleasure slid through her body as the penis massaged her clit and clit hood. It didn't take long before Steph felt herself begin to shudder and start to hump herself against the very talented thumb

A huge, stunned look of amazement crossed Steph's face when she suddenly realized that, in the middle of the shuddering of that orgasm and her own body humping her crotch upward, she had shoved her entire pussy right down on to the penis until it hit bottom inside somewhere past her smile. That she felt unbelievably stuffed was not an understatement. She was in the middle if being fucked for the first time in her life and there had only been mild discomfort when it had slid all the way into her body. Lying there – Steph could feel the captor's body against her crotch; his balls were hanging against her ass cheeks. 

Here she was – on a table with a lot of hard male dick insider her pussy.

"Here, look at what is inside you," said the voice as one of the strong hands handed Steph a small mirror. 

After about 3-4 long breaths, Steph leaned to one side and then got the mirror in place to see between their bodies. She could immediately see how stretched her pussy lips were around the shaft of the penis, wet, glistening with her juices. Having no hair on her pussy also amazed her but what got her utmost attention was her distended clit. It was sticking up like a small red flag from its hood and looked like it would stay that way forever.

The next big "OOOH" crossed her mouth and mind as her captor started to pull back out o her body. Steph was watching with the mirror as the penis slowly retracted from her body. The penis came almost all the way back to the head, before stopping, waiting and then beginning to slide back inside her. It felt incredibly tight but it also felt so, so good. No at all painful like she expected. Again, she watched as the stiff shaft slide into and out of her in a smooth, easy rhythm.

Steph could feel the heat in her own pussy mix with the penile shaft heat on each stroke. It was amazing to her, the sensation – feeling each ridge, each vein, and each bump of the penile shaft coming in and out of her body. She had no comprehension of time; she could not count the number of strokes into and out of her pussy. It was no at like she had thought her very first time would be. That was a compliment to her captor – who was now her first lover and sex partner. She may have lost her hymen to sports; she had just lost her virginity to this total stranger. Steph bucked into her first orgasm with a dick all the way into her pussy and it felt soooooooo good.

"Ready to pick up the speed?" the voice asked her.

""What", said Steph as she was coming down from her first penile induced orgasm, "what do you mean pick up the speed?"

Steph's eye got even wider as her captor picked up the speed of hi stroking into her pussy. He was pulling out and pushing back in almost the entire length of his penis. That was almost 8 ½ inches sliding back and forth inside Steph. The speed, the friction, the constant contact of pussy and dick was like a light switch to her clit. She clicked on high happy and found that she could now wrap her legs around his back. Her feet went up high around his shoulders and she locked her ankles together. This pulled her cunt up on his dick with her clit jammed right against his pubic bone and the sliding shaft of his dick. Steph went into overdrive thumping and humping on his dick without him having to do any moving at all.

As soon as Steph realized what was her body and her emotions, she felt him drive his dick even deeper into her on every stroke Deeper, harder, faster, and then she felt his dick begin to swell even more. This was a little uncomfortable until she felt him ram himself up against her clit and pubic bone as he began to fire load after load of cum almost through her cervix directly into her inner core. The heat and the pulsing of his penis sent Steph out over the edge again and again until she was exhausted and just lay beneath him, totally sated and totally pleasured.

Steph felt the semi-limp penis slide out of her and a puddle of their combined fluids pour out of her distended pussy lips. She felt a moment of emptiness as her captor's penis slid out of her body. She had never in her entire life felt this well, nor this pleased. She had no idea her body was this capable of receiving this much pleasure. Her captor moved from over her to her side her and started wiping her body clean with a warm wash cloth. Steph could see the penis out of the corner of her eye, slick with the combined juices, not quite completely deflated. It was kind of a rubbed red color all over.

As Steph rolled on her side with the cleansing of her body, the penis was hanging right in front of her face. She could see how slick it looked with her juices and the captors cum all over the shaft, head, and surrounding ball sack. As her captor moved next to her, Steph could now make out even the smallest of marks, the surface colors, and see even the tiny pinkish bumps making up the crown of the head. Without being forced, Steph leaned her head forward and caught the head between her lips. Immediately she could taste both herself and her captor's body fluids. The captor stopped moving and stood still while Steph started to suck on the penis. As she made an "O" around the shaft behind the head, the penis began to swell in her mouth. Steph froze right there, waiting to see what the owner of this dick was going to do – wait for her or force this down her throat.

Steph felt a hand on the side of her upper face, and then felt the warm wash cloth touch the side of her head but no movement to change the position of the penis she was holding in her mouth. Steph sucked some more on the head and felt the penis begin to swell more and the heat started returning to it. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down the head and shaft for as much as she could move without straining her neck. She could breathe through her nose without a problem. This was not bad; she knew what a penis tasted like but she had never tasted herself AND the penis together. That was unique – different; this one she wanted to suck because the aftershocks were still twitching through her slightly stretched pussy, Yep, stuffed was more than a good term – it was a very good term. Steph already knew this penis needed to replace itself in her pussy soon to help cure the aching she was feeling.

Very subtly, Steph felt her captor move toward her to be more in line with her mouth as she was slowly sucking on the now rigid penis. She could feel the difference between head and shaft with her tongue; the ridge of the head she was trying to nuzzle with her lips while using her tongue on the bottom side of the head where shaft became head, split joined into the body of the penis. As Steph moved her head around the shaft, she was learning as well as giving. Her one major disaster with being made to suck on someone had come to mind – but, the owner of this rigid tool had pleased her first – as well as over and over again, and was now letting her set her own pace in servicing the sex organ. She liked the feeling of not being rushed; she was able to explore and the owner did not flinch when she accidentally let her teeth scrape over the edge of the corona of the fully engorged head.

It took a moment for Steph to realize that the hand with the wash cloth had been using two fingers and stroking her cheek ever so slowly – like a mother would do with a baby breast feeding on a full nipple. That thought crossed her mind – "Yes, I am nursing, on a real dick" as Steph settled in to really suck more of the shaft into her mouth and back out again. She would not ever get all of this into her mouth or throat; the owner of seemed to not to be in any rush to make her take more, do more, or do less. Steph was discovering that she liked the feel of the penis head, its unique sponginess and softness, against the surface of her tongue. It also helped that she was not being pushed into taking more down her small throat.

The smooth voice asked her, "Do you trust more now|?"

Steph backed her mouth from the rigid penis and said, "I..I....I think so, you've lived up to your promises of not hurting, and I can feel you trust me enough to put your dick where I could bite it as well."

"Trust is a two-way street," said the smooth voice," to get, you must also give."

"And," said the voice in a slow, warming way, "you needed to be given moments with receiving trust, as well as giving trust ..." 

As Steph thought about that comment – she still had no clue to whom her captor was or might be – she saw a drop of seminal fluid forming at the very tip of the slit in the penis head; she leaned back to her right and licked the drop from the spongy head. Not too bad, a little tangy or salty, but okay. She licked all over the penis head and went to take it back in her mouth when she stopped, thought a minute and stopped.

Letting it leave her lips, she asked, "IF I keep this sucking on you going, I'll let you get off in my mouth on one condition."

"And that is what condition?" asked the voice from above her.

"That," said Steph, "you don't try to force your dick down my throat. You can fu..fuc...fuck my face but please don't' make me suffocate."

There was a moment of silence, and then Steph heard the voice say, "Will try to not force it down your throat as long as you promise to swallow all that is put into your mouth."

Steph answered by putting her mouth back over the head of the now very hot penis and returning to the feeding baby style sucking she had been doing on it. She immediately felt the fingers caressing her cheek again, only this time they were a bit more directional in pulling her face closer to the penis than up and down. She obliged by taking more of the shaft into her mouth and sucking up and down on it as well as the spongy head. 

She became aware the shaft of the penis was being slowly moved toward, and then away from her mouth about the same time she felt the hand on the back of her head. Steph sucked her mouth into a smooth O-ring shape around the penis shaft just behind the head and she was rewarded with the loose hand of her captor thumbing her left breast and nipple. There was no rush in the speed of the motion with the penis; a slow pumping rhythm that she could hold on to the shaft with her mouth while being squirming around as now both of her nipples were teased.

She could taste the increase of the seminal fluid coming from the penis before she felt it begin to swell some more in her mouth. No wonder my puss felt stuffed, though Step, as she felt the speed of the pumping motion pick up slightly. She wasn't sure her lips were going to be able to stretch much more; it wasn't uncomfortable but if this got much bigger it would be. Just as Steph thought that, she felt both hands holding her head and she panicked just a little. Her captor's penis head was now filling her mouth and the shaft motion was focusing her lips and mouth just around the corona of the head and the underside of the dick head. 

Just as she thought she could not hold the head any more in her mouth, she felt the heat go up and the head swell again making it an almost uncomfortable tightness for her lips when the first shot of cum pulsed into her mouth. Steph froze for a split second and then started quickly sucking and swallowing, sucking and more swallowing as shot after shot of tangy cum filled any space inside her mouth. She felt her eyes water as the uncomfortable stretching of her lips around the penis was hurting a little. Without warning, she rocketed into an orgasm of her own when one of her captor's hands suddenly massaged her cunt and pinched her distended clit. The thought that she might be getting horny again had not come to mind since she was focused on having the penis in her mouth. Her legs shuddered and clamped around the hand between her pussy lips as her mouth became tighter around the penis head, sucking the last of the cum from its end slit.

The captor's hands came back to hold her head as the semi-rigid penis was pulled from between her lips. Steph had just stopped sucking in the middle of her orgasm to just hold the rigid sex organ deep in her mouth. She had swallowed all of the cum that had been fired again and again into her mouth; none had escaped her tight ring seal on the ring behind the head. A small string of fluid from the head to her lips stretched, then broke, as the captor moved the penis away from Steph's mouth as she caught her breath and calmed her own self back down from the sudden mini-orgasm pleasure tweak she had received.

Steph allowed her body to be splayed out and wiped down with the warm wash cloth and body oils. She felt her breasts gently handed, each nipple was deeply then lightly sucked on; the mass of each breast was massaged shoulder to stomach. Her pussy mound was massaged almost until she had another mini-orgasm but stopped just short of giving her pleasure again. When the mouth latched on to her clit again, she went right into an ass-to-table-thumping pushing her crotch into her captors face over and over until the captor gently let her body down onto the table. A quick lick on the clit sent her body into small twitches – every muscle was a direct hot link to her hyperactive, distended pleasure button sticking up like a flag pole.

Steph felt the breast massage to her very core. It was soft and thorough; magnificent in touching every spot, every sexual sensor in her skin, nipples, underside, topside, slope, and around to her sides. Her nipples were already hypersensitive and tender from the attention; this seemed to not cause any pain, only more pleasure and Steph was sure it had something to do with the oils. 

As each breast was being caressed, the smooth voice asked her, "You have one place yet to be pleasured," it said; "that requires you to have implicit trust in the effort."

Steph thought; she knew her captor meant her asshole. She was thinking that so far – every promise, event the fast one on not jamming the dick down her throat – half been kept. "Will you be easy doing this, "Steph asked," because this will hurt, won't it?"

"Maybe a little at first," the voice said, "but, you also never wanted to have intercourse, either."

"Hmmm, ..." said Steph out loud, "but my cunt is made for sex and my asshole isn't. Or not normally..."

"True," said the voice, "with the same love and care, it can be equally entertaining."

Steph took a deep breath and then nodded her head in agreement. She allowed herself to have a feet put up in the stirrups again, and then massaged from the waist down. Slowly the hands worked around to her ass cheeks, pulling and tugging, moving her inner thighs back and forth, but never quite directly touching her butt hole or the area between her pussy lips and her rectal opening. This was okay, she considered, I'm gonna lay here like a damn exam pelvic and get a dick stuck in my ass, that's a novel thought.




Abduction of Steph Ch. 03



About then, her captor took her feet down and began to roll her over on to her stomach. Guess not like a pelvic, Steph mused. Steph's arms were placed comfortably on the table, and the table itself molded right to the size, placement and shape of her breasts, her stomach and lower groin, just before the heat slowly came on. I wonder if this person is going to tie my legs apart so he can fuck my ass with whatever is available? That crossed over Steph's mind as she felt her ass cheeks and lower back being rubbed with a oil and the wash cloth. The fingers moved up and down her ass crack, circling but not touching or probing her actual ass hole. A few times, her pussy lips were teased and her pussy was lightly probed with a finger but for the most part, it was left untouched.

Steph felt the strong hands pulling and pushing on the skin around her ass hole, rubbing across it. That was just a general massage – she still held her breath when she felt the first finger massage directly on the rectal ring. Not into her rectum, around it slowly and softly. Almost a tease, it seemed. Steph's face made an astounded "Oh" when she felt the warm, flat part of a tongue cross over, then circle her asshole. That was "different" she thought as the tongue came back to lavish her rectal opening and bottom of her pussy lips with constant attentions, probes into the middle with a stiffened tongue, and kisses around the crinkled ring. Steph could feel her self relaxing with the attention her as was receiving – as dirty as she thought it might appear this was just ...just ... interesting.

When the fingers began to tease her anal ring and rub oils into the tight muscle passage, she pushed her ass outward and backward to make her body open up more. Her thighs flattened as she pushed her ass hole backwards and more open. The reward was a well oiled finger carefully sliding just inside, back out, and then back in again. This was pretty cool, thought Steph – could hurt, but this person has done this before, and then the finger went all the way into her asshole. Steph did not move; the finger moved in and out, around, and all about the inside and outside of her rectal entrance. The motion was not anything like Steph expected, maybe the oil was helping but the touch felt very exotic. She didn't think it was dirty – different. She felt her nipples getting hard in anticipation of what was to happen. She already knew her pussy was so wet she was dripping.

Steph felt the hands stretching and pulling her asshole open and shut, open and shut so she tried to relax some more. As soon as she did, she felt something touch her anal opening, push a little, and then she felt more oil go inside her ass. That was different crossed her mind as she felt a different position on the table beginning to occur. Her head went down a little so she was now lying downward rather than flat. That made her ass go more up into the air but that was okay—no force was being used. She felt the one finger go around her as hole again and gently probe it until she relaxed and let it slide very slowly in to place. The position of the hand made her think it was the middle finger, not the index finger. In and out, the hand rubbed her rectal opening slowly and carefully, feeling inside and out.

As Steph became comfortable with one finger going in and out of her asshole, she felt a little bit of pressure as a second finger began playing with the tight muscle ring. She felt the mechanical pressure again and more oil covered her and entered her rear entry. Steph made herself think of relaxing –like she was going to use the bathroom to shit. AS soon as she did, her rectum ring muscle blossomed outward and the second finger got partly lodged in her ass. It was a bit disconcerting at first, the pressure was different and not exactly comfortable. The other hand was massaging around her thighs and butt cheeks, helping her stay relaxed. As the second finger made more progress, Steph felt that undeniable urge to shit. Since there was nothing inside to push outward thanks to the enema, she felt a little cramped as the second finger worked farther into her open asshole. This was not feeling good any more.

As Steph felt herself almost cramp from the intrusion into her rear entry, the smooth voice said to her, "close your eyes, breathe deepen and slow, and try to picture something calm and smooth to you."

Steph nodded, and was amazed that as soon as she began to think about the lake where her parent's cabin was located, and the lake, she breathed, relaxed, and the second finger slide right into her asshole. Both fingers began to slowly massage inside her opening until she did not feel so damn stuffed any more and her asshole did not hurt. She felt an airy emptiness as both fingers were withdrawn from her asshole. She waited and was rewarded as the tongue again slowly slid from her puss to above her asshole. She could feel fingers holding her asshole in place as something soft, pliable, and oily sliding around the rim. As the sliding became more pronounced, she knew it was the shaft of her captor's penis sliding up and down between her ass cheeks. The weight was pressuring her pussy lips open, then back up between her ass cheeks, right across her rectal opening. The friction was obviously teasing her body; her asshole was becoming hypersensitive to the differing pressures of the shaft crossing up and back, up and back.

Steph held her breath as she felt the hands pull her cheeks farther apart, and the hot head of the rigid dick was placed against the rim ring of her asshole. She did not breathe as she felt some pressure when her captor pushed his dick against her asshole and stop right there. She felt the heat from the head of the dick inside her ass; the anticipation was beginning to edge on her nerves. Her waiting was cut short when one of the strong hands quickly reached underneath her, pulled her pussy lips open, and pinched her clit. The sudden change in sensations made her buck backwards; her movement to get away from the rapid pinching drove her body completely back onto the dick, shoving all of it up her well oiled asshole. Steph stopped right there, realizing she had shoved the dick up her own ass just that quick.

Her captor did not move his position or push on his dick; Steph had never felt like this before. She had never even thought of sticking her finger in her own ass; now she had about 8-9 inches of rigid dick wedged up her ass and she could feel the heat radiating from in inside her. The stretch of her rectal ring was so quick that the initial pain was not much – just sudden, and now her asshole was jammed full of stiff dick, stretching her opening in a somewhat painful feeling. As she waited, the pain dulled into an overwhelming fullness and the sense that she could not move nor get this unstuck from her anal ring.

Steph held her breath again as she felt her captor begin to slowly pull his dick outward from her asshole. She felt the rectal ring pull backward along shaft of the penis as her captor's body moved away from her hips and ass cheeks. It wasn't painful in a sharp pain sense, it was like a sudden light cramping of the muscles. She couldn't tell how much was pulled out – she could feel the ridges of the shaft, the slickness as it slid slowly out of her asshole, and then the incredible fullness as her captor eased the entire shaft back into her asshole. Slowly, with constant pressure, her captor slid his entire penis into her asshole until he was pushing his body against hers and she was being moved with him. She felt his body push on the curve of her ass cheeks until they were flat. Then out again and back in again.

The oils already fingered into her asshole were helping her captor's rigid penis slide into and out of her rectal ring without much pain. Steph felt the smooth stroking inside her body, amazed that it actually did feel –well, erotic. Dirt, nasty, wrong did not come to mind – amazement that the smoothness of the penis shaft penetrating her asshole was actually feeling quite stimulating. She cold feel her nipples getting hot and hard again, and the constant rhythm up her ass was radiating into her cunt muscles. 

As if on cue, she felt the strong hand slide around her hip bone again and reach upward into her pussy lips once more. As Steph froze, expecting a clit pinch again, she relaxed as she felt a gentle rubbing all around her clit hood and upper pussy lips. This really started her climbing back up the sexual ladder. As she flexed her inner thigh muscles with the erotic sensation, she felt her asshole tighten around the dick and make the rippling effect of the rectal ring on the ridges of the penis shaft more pronounced. As soon as Steph, felt her captor pull slowly almost out, and then start back in to her asshole, she flexed her inner thigh muscles again – the effect was dramatic. The sensation level almost doubled between the intruder motion in her asshole and the massaging of her clit.

Again, and again, higher and higher, Steph climbed sexually upward until the wave started to roll through her. Her thighs, knees and upper legs began quivering, her inner thighs were shaking, and then the spasm hit right in her cunt and spiraled outward. Her asshole spasmed around the rigid penile intruder, spiking the sensation from her asshole into her cunt and into her whole being. Steph couldn't hold her self up on the table; she was flopping like a fish out of water with the hooks still in her. Only this hook was jammed up her ass, sticking in and out of her as she felt wave after wave go through her entire being. The pumping did not stop, slow down, or speed up; just the strong hand was holding her hips in place while the other constantly, firmly kept massaging her clit and pussy.

Steph's body finally collapsed on the table arms gave out and her legs were quivering and literally twitching – the rigid dick still shoved into her well stretched ass. She felt her body being turned over; the rigid dick still inside her and it was never pulled out. She rotated on the dick like a barbecue spit stick. The strong hands pulled her body to the edge of the table as it remolded itself to her backside and shoulders. As she lay there, the strong hands lifted her legs onto her body so her knees were almost on her chest. This made her rear end hang out over the end of the table and her captor's balls lay in between her ass cheeks. Her captor lifted her still slightly twitching legs up to his shoulders, pushing his rigid penis all the way into her rectal opening. 

Steph could see the shadow around her captor's head and upper body, but the focus of her attention was the wonderfully stiff object sticking into her ass. Never in her wildest dreams, or limited masturbation sessions, had she ever pictured anything remotely erotic as having a rigid, erect male hard on coming in and out of her read end. As she felt the rigid dick moving just slightly into her ass hole as her captor positioned her ass over the end of the table, she realized that this was something she had never expected – she loved it. From being afraid of sexual intimacy to having an orgasm induced by a dick shoved up her ass; that was a leap of faith. No, trust – the word crossed into her mind and stayed. She not only trusted her captor, she was now looking forward to more pleasure and more pleasing.

Steph felt the rigid dick shoved all the way up into her asshole until her captor's body was against her crotch. She smiled as she felt her captor flex his muscles, making his penis ripple throughout her anal opening. The hands began to massage her breasts again, tweaking her nipples until they were pebble hard, aching for more attention. As one hand played with her nipples, she felt her body twitch as her clit was flicked back and forth and the other hand began to finger her pussy lips And the opening to her pussy. The ripples through her body were wonderful. She felt the dick in her ass beginning to slowly stroke into her asshole again. Almost all the way out until the shaft was hanging against her lower ring, and then all the way back into her until her captor's balls rubbed on her ass cheeks. Once again, it amazed her how good this was beginning to feel.

Steph looked up at her captor as he was almost halfway over her, stroking his rigid dick in to her ass, pulling and teasing her clit while rubbing her tits with the other hand. She still had no idea how long she had been there, she no longer cared. The pleasure treatment was most definitely working to her happiness – and her horniness. Steph figured it was time to go for broke and ask the question.

"If I ask who you are," Steph ventured, "will you hurt me?"

"No," her captor said, "Because you have known me for a long, long time."

"What?" she said, "what do you mean I have known you a long time?"

"Yes," her captor said as the speed of the stroking into her ass had picked up a little bit, with a slight side to side in the stroke, "you've known me all your life."

Steph was thinking on that; she found it harder and harder to focus with the dick in her as creating more and more pleasure peaks in her body. As the strokes picked up speed, and more depth each time sliding into her ass. Steph was wondering who she knew her entire life that could orchestrate this kind of action, and who could know how to treat her so she would want to be fucked so well. Her concentration shifted again as her captor purposefully flexed his penis in such a manner to make it more rigid, rise higher, and rub on the upper wall of her rectum making it lift and push again her vaginal walls. That was pushing her higher still.

"When," her captor spoke, "you reach orgasm again; I will introduce myself to you." 

Steph thought that was an "oh, well" idea until her clit was flicked again and her captor started suckling her nipples. The speed of the stroking into her ass was now really pushing her higher and higher, she knew she would get there soon – and then her captor reached between her legs, too some of her pussy fluids to rub on her clit, and gripped it tightly. Her legs spasmed around her captor, trying to pull her cunt and clit up against his hand, pulling his dick tighter into her asshole. She was pulling, flexing, pulling, and harder pulling into his body as she began to uncontrollably quiver again.

AS soon the quivers began, she felt the one hand leave her breasts and she felt rather than saw the lights change around her. She could see her captor's body again, leaning over her form and pounding his rigid dick into her ass at a fast, full length pace. She watched between the sexual tremors firing through her body. Twitching her mind and soul, as her captor took off his mask .......

Steph smiled a wondrously shocked smile as she felt the dick humping into her ass swell to an uncomfortable thickness and being pumping load after load of cum deep into her body. "Hi, baby," her daddy said. "Happy birthday."