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Join the Party Ch. 01

By: christinamonroe



Rachel was well aware she was the prettiest girl in school. At 18, she was coasting during her final year. She had A levels to sit, but the course work she had done would get her through those. Meanwhile, she was happy to watch the rest of the girls fall over themselves to be her friend. She had her favourites, and loved to play them off one another. Everyone wanted to be her friend, because not to be friends with her was a social Siberia; she knew all the cool clubs, wore the right clothes, and went to all the right parties. 

She had more boyfriends than she knew what to do with; she was quite pestered sometimes by the youths of the sixth form, and more often than not the students of the nearby University would come looking for her, taking her out on dates in their cars, leaving the other girls sighing with jealousy. She was a tease with boys: she liked to tempt them and then withdraw at the last minute. She wasn't exactly a virgin, but despite her attractions, she wasn't known as an easy lay. She was saving herself, not knowing for quite what, but knew that there was more to life than this small town, miles from anywhere.

She wasn't aware that she wasn't actually liked; she swanned through life assuming that her smooth, long blonde hair, her plump pouting lips and her petite figure guaranteed her a place among life's winners, but didn't realise that her friendships were superficial, and driven by the other teenagers desires not to be socially isolated. She had mastered the techniques of cutting interlopers down to size, cutting comments, bitchy remarks to which the in-crowd responded with laughs, and which often led to a campaign of torment against those not chosen to be part of the inner circle.

It was one such comment, however, that was to change her life. 

Deborah, a quiet girl in the Upper Sixth whom she barely knew, had approached her one day out of the blue. Deborah was known to be studious, and kept herself to herself. Rachel had heard rumours that Deb had been seen with some older boys in a rather notorious pub in the town centre, but dismissed that-she was a timid, shy thing and who on earth would be interested in her? 

It was after Sociology that Deb had edged closer to Rachel, nervously pushing past the flutter of girls surrounding her. Almost stuttering in her anxiety, she asked Rachel to come to her birthday party. Deb had agonised over this-she didn't like Rachel, but knew that if she didn't come, very few of the other girls would. Deb was well aware that her parents were worried about her, her lack of friends, her lack of an apparently normal social life, and she had reluctantly agreed to have a party like a normal 18 year old. She needed Rachel to come to make it a success, if only for Deb's parents' peace of mind.

Rachel, bored after the very dull Sociology class, decided to have a little fun. Ignoring Deb completely, she turned to the girl standing next to her and began an empty conversation about nail varnish. Deb stood her ground, and nervously repeated her invitation. After a few moments, Rachel's friend took pity on her and asked her where the party was to be held. Before Deb could stutter a reply, Rachel looked over, not at her, but past her, her cool blue eyes sliding over her. 'Whom on earth are you talking to, Sarah?' she exclaimed, 'There's nobody there.'

Sarah bit her lip, knowing she had stepped out of line. 'There's nobody there', continued Rachel, 'A nobody inviting us to a nobody's party.' With that, the group of girls gathered round their leader and walked off, a few sniggers thrown back in Deb's direction.

Deb could feel the anger inside her; determined not to let them she how much she hated them all, she strode out, and her quick mind began plotting her revenge.

Several days later, Deb had been busy. Rachel had almost completely forgotten the incident, but it had burned inside Deborah until she could remember every intonation, every disdainful expression. She had enrolled the eager help of several friends, like-minded people who were up for a bit of fun. Her parents were away for the coming weekend and the timing was perfect. She had taken to sneaking into the Prefects toilets, and knew that Rachel had a shopping trip planned on Friday evening. The timing would have to be perfect; there was only a small window of opportunity where the target could be acquired.

Miraculously, everything went to plan. Rachel had got off the train from town, bags in hand, and had begun the short walk home. It was early spring, and the nights were beginning to lighten, but dusk had fallen and the cars had their headlights on. Dazed by oncoming traffic, she stopped for a moment at the kerb just as a van pulled up. A well-dressed young man was driving, and he wound down his window to call to her. He wanted directions, and she moved closer to the door; he was very good-looking, she noted, and her automatic flirting switched on. He held out a road map for her, and held open the door to shelter it from the breeze. She moved closer to him, then without warning, strong arms reached out and pulled her off her feet into the van. She tried to struggle, but a cloth came down over her face, she smelt a sickly sweet cloying odour, then nothing more....

She awoke to darkness. Not true darkness though: she had been blindfolded and a small rim of light at the periphery of her vision told her she was in a well-lit room. She was lying flat, and from the softness under her she knew she was on a bed or mattress. She tried to cry out, but a firm round plastic or rubber ball had been stuffed in her mouth and lashed into place by a soft cloth. Her lips were stretched tightly around this and she could feel herself begin to panic, struggling for breath. She was immobile, neither her arms nor legs would move. She could hear herself whimpering out of terror, her struggles getting more vigorous. Pulling and stretching, she could feel ropes or cloths tied around her ankles and her wrists. Her arms were crossed at the wrists and tied above her head. They had been firmly lashed to the metal frame at the head of the bed. She wasn't stretched uncomfortably taut, but there was little room for movement. Her legs were uncrossed, but each ankle was fastened to the bottom of the bedstead, and she suddenly realised that she was naked, her legs parted, exposing herself to whoever was in that room with her. Tears of self-pity and terror squeezed out from under her eyelids.

She struggled futilely for a moment longer, than heard the first sounds of someone else in the room. A soft cough, almost a smothered giggle. To Rachel it sounded like a woman's voice, and she felt a wild surge of hope, praying that this unknown woman would release her. Then, to her horror, the woman's lips came close to her ear, so close that she could feel the soft warm breath against her cheek.

'You should have said yes,' she heard. 'Lets see how much you enjoy this party instead.'

Join the Party Ch. 02



With that soft voice echoing in her ear, Rachel knew that something awful was going to happen. Moreover, she knew that she deserved it-this was to be punishment. But she couldn't just let it happen, she had to fight. She began to struggle again, swinging her upper body in the hope of loosening the ropes binding her to the bed. The voice came again, and Rachel could hear a note of cruel amusement in it:

'That won't help; the boys have a lot of practice at this. I don't think they'll let you go too easily.'

To Rachel's horror, she felt the woman's hands slide down over her breasts. They were large for her petite frame, tipped with rosy-pink and exquisitely sensitive. In private, Rachel loved to slide her own hands over them, cupping their weight, pinching the tips delicately until they stood proud and pert. But this woman's touch wasn't gentle. She pinched viciously at the soft unprotected flesh of Rachel's breasts, tweaking her nipples cruelly, scratching and tugging them. Rachel, desperate to escape the claw-like grip of these fingers, held her body rigid, trying to push down into the bed, but to no avail. 

She sobbed helplessly, her breath catching in her throat. Again and again, she felt the steel-like grip of her captor's fingers on her tender breasts, pinching and tormenting her. And then something happened: an ache started deep inside her, unravelling within her, coiling up from her pelvis. In horror, she knew that this was the beginnings of desire. She realised that the pain had become semi-pleasurable, that her abused breasts were aching, not only from pain, but also from the sensations triggered within them. 'This can't be happening to me' she repeated over and over to herself, denying the truth of her situation. She was being assaulted, and she was starting to want the assault. Then, suddenly, she felt other hands on her. These were at her thighs, pulling her legs apart further. The woman's hands slid down her stomach and her stiff fingers dipped in between the velvet fleshy lips. 

'Fucking whore is wet!' the voice exclaimed. 

The fingers probed deeper into her, first one, then another. She could feel the unseen hands spreading her thighs wider, and knew, shamefully, that they were watching her being violated. How many of them were there? She had heard no other voices, only deep breathing, and the occasional exclamation of pleasure. 

Then the fingers stopped. With one last tug of her soft public hair, the woman's hands withdrew. 

Rachel felt the bed dip, and sensed that someone had climbed into position between her legs.

'Hold her open,' a deep, male voice now, almost accentless. More hands at her thighs: that meant three of them at least, she thought wildly, and she felt his cock head against her. She tried to cry out, but the ballgag meant that she could only whimper in despair.

He surprised her by his gentleness, pushing his cock slowly inside her. She had thought that he would ravage her viciously, ram it into her and split her apart, but he slid in smoothly and steadily. He was inside her, filling her cunt. She began to think that she could survive this, but then she felt the bright pain of the lash. It arced across her breasts, leaving the undersides flaming and raw. With every thrust inside her, the lash came down again. Sometimes falling across her breasts, sometimes across her stomach, and once, agonisingly, directly onto her nipple, singing in pain. She was whipped a full dozen times before the thrusting stopped. Her tears flowed, her body burned with pain and humiliation. But she was still wet. In the midst of this, her body had betrayed her and she wondered if her tears were because of the emptiness inside her now that the cock had been withdrawn.

The woman's voice came again. 'I'm going to remove the gag,' she said. 'There's no point in screaming, no-one will hear you, and if I don't like what comes out of your mouth then I'll whip you again.' Rachel nodded: she was struggling for breath against the now damp cloth.

She felt hands go behind her head, entwining in her hair, pulling on the cloth. No sooner than it had been removed then a cock was shoved inside her mouth. She despaired; so this was why they had wanted her mouth free. She felt her lips spread widely as the bulbous cock head slid into her. It had a salty, stale, taste, and the strong smell of body odour hit her nostrils. She gagged: she wasn't used to this, and tried to move away. A stinging slap across her cheek put paid to that, and she felt his hands clasp around her head to force her mouth onto his cock. Her head was moved up and down about half his meaty shaft, and she could feel him fucking his cock into her, forcing it in deeper than she had ever permitted a man before. Thinking of the other boys she had known, their pleasure in her body, she again felt the curl of desire unwind. She knew that she had to perform well; she knew she was in danger and this was her only hope. If she could please them, please them all, no matter what they wanted to do to her, then maybe she would be safe. 

Of her own volition, she began to suck him into her deeply. He felt her tongue moving on him, massaging his bulbous head and the thick shaft of his cock. He relaxed his hold on her, and they watched as she began to take him in earnest, low moans coming from her throat as she eagerly sucked him into her mouth. 

'The bitch is getting into this,' another male voice commented, 'when's it my turn?' She shuddered at the thought of servicing them all, then realised it was perhaps a shudder of nervous anticipation, not fear. 

Rachel felt the cock dig deeper into her throat, and swallowed to help it explore her velvet mouth. Her tongue darted along his shaft, from the base, all the way to his sensitive head, where it danced across the top before started its journey back to the bottom. She could feel the veins stand out proudly, running her lips down the sides of his thick shaft until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She felt his hands move to her head, one on each side, grabbing her hair and guiding her head up and down on his swollen member, her mouth working feverishly to bring him off. She couldn't move: he was kneeling across her chest, almost sitting on her face but she had the sudden irrational and inexplicable desire to play with his balls, to feel his scrotum and the weight of it. She could sense that he was about to come: his breathing changed and he tensed, releasing jets of warm liquid seed that spurted into her. He felt her throat contract again and again as she swallowed, taking his load.

'I want her cunt,' she heard a frantic voice exclaim, the same one who had been eager for his turn. 

'Let me get the camera first,' the woman's voice came again, this time from a distance, as though she was at the far side of the room. Rachel, still short of breath from swallowing the load of come, lay there, wondering what was going to happen next. She felt hands at her ankles, freeing her, and then rough voices told her what to do: 

'Spread your legs, cunt!! Push them apart, as far as they will go.'

She tried to comply, but her thighs were trembling after being tied in position for so long. She felt the hands on her again, each pulling a leg back until she was almost split in two. She knew then that this was being filmed or photographed. Her humiliation was going to be captured forever. 

She felt a cock force it's way into her, then realised that it wasn't real, and that it was a vibrator. It was switched on at high speed, and she felt a clitoral stimulator brush over her tense clit. It was pushed deeper into her, the stimulator being rotated skilfully, getting her close to orgasm quickly. The sensations were building inside her, the warmth coming from her pelvis almost unbearable, She had never felt like this before, none of her boyfriends had ever given her this much pleasure or stimulation. 

'Please...' she begged, 'please let me come.' She was so close to release, but the vibrator was immediately switched off and removed. 

'Didn't I tell you what would happen if I don't like what came out of your mouth?' the woman's voice grated nastily. 

Rachel gasped in shock: surely they wouldn't whip her again for that? She begged for forgiveness, her voice almost breaking in fear, and the woman relented. 'I'm going to ask you some questions' she decided, 'and you have to answer, otherwise I'll whip you.'

Rachel nodded, and she felt hands help her into a sitting position. She knew how this must look on film: she was bound and blindfolded, but the camera had caught her begging to be brought to orgasm. No one would believe that this had happened against her will.

'I want you to tell me about your sexual life, your fantasies,' she was asked, and Rachel began to sob as she was forced to expose all her intimate desires. Her humiliation grew more and more as she couldn't help but reveal how she desired to have sex in a public place and to be watched as she was fucked, how she lusted after some of her female friends, even how she occasionally fantasized about assuming a subservient role in sex. She was forced to tell, with all the embarrassing details, how she lost her virginity, her most outrageous sexual experiences, what she thought of her boyfriend's sexual performance.

'You are now our fuck-toy,' she heard eventually. The woman's voice had thickened with desire. 'You will do exactly what we want you to do, whenever we want you to do it.' 

Rachel nodded, eager to agree to anything to help her escape from this nightmare. 



Join the Party Ch. 03



Rachel agreed to the woman's demands, telling herself that it was her only chance of survival. Her body was her only weapon and she had to go along with whatever they demanded of her. She tried to tell herself that she was only doing what she needed to do to survive, but at the back of her mind a treacherous thought kept recurring: she was beginning to want this. She was beginning to enjoy the humiliation of being taken in front of her captors, of them watching her fuck and be fucked. This couldn't be right; she must have been drugged, or brainwashed. She couldn't want to be abused and degraded like this, not her, not the most popular and pretty girl in school? 

But then she felt a hand on her, fingering her fleshy labia, and knew that what she wanted more than anything right now was to orgasm, to come screaming in pleasure, regardless of what she had to do for it.

But her tormentors knew exactly how far to take her without letting her achieve her goal. She felt fingers on her: 3, maybe four, dancing over her labia, stroking the warm, damp flesh, dipping into the folds and crevices. One stroked her clitoris, erect and proud, peeking out of its hood, but not hard enough or for long enough to let her attain her release. She wanted to cry out in desperation, a mixture of desire and anger, but knew that if she did, the whip would re-appear. Instead she tried to rock her pelvis, trying to force the fingers on her to move where she wanted them, but at this movement, they were immediately withdrawn. 

The woman sighed: 'You don't learn, do you?' and with that comment, Rachel's legs were refastened to the bed stead and she was once again stretched out, a sacrifice for them.

She felt a weight across her stomach and knew that one of them had straddled her. It was one of the men, for she could feel his cock against her chest. Her breasts were grasped roughly and pulled upwards to form a warm channel of flesh. His penis had been oiled and she could feel it slide smoothly between her breasts, the tip of it just reaching her mouth. He pulled back out, and then began to piston slowly back and forth, teasing himself with her lips on the head of his penis. She felt him suddenly raise himself up and her mouth was forced open, his bulbous cock head plunging into her, almost choking her. But he didn't come as she had expected him to. He pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath and resumed his slow slide, still gripping her delicate breasts firmly. Several times he did this, plugging her throat with his rigid cock, then pulling out to rub between her breasts. She could feel his heavy scrotum bouncing against her chest, sometimes falling onto her face when he rode her mouth.

She heard him grunting, and his grip tightened on her breasts. His sliding speeded up, until he shuddered, and she felt a hot jet of come spurting against her face, hitting her cheeks. The mask protected her eyes, but she could smell the salty tang of him, and feel droplets falling into her hair. With one last smooth movement, he slid his cock into her mouth, using her to clean him up.

For a moment she was left alone, but knew that they were working the camera, capturing images of her coated in a strangers come, legs spread exhibiting herself and her breasts reddened and bruised. She felt the tears begin again, but knew they were useless. 

'What the fuck is she crying for now?' one of the men exclaimed, and she sniffed and gulped, trying to stop the flow, knowing that this was annoying them. It was too late.

'We'll give you something to cry about', another male voice announced, and she was roughly turned over, her legs released so that she could kneel up on the bed. Her face was forced into the pillows and she tried to turn her head sideways to breathe.

The woman spoke again: 'Did you know there are 2 sorts of virgins, Rachel?'

Rachel shook her head, confused. The bitter-voiced woman carried on: 'those who have never been pussy fucked, and those who've never had a dick up their arse. We know you're not a pussy-virgin, but who's had their cock up you?'

Rachel tensed reflexively: not this, please, not this, she prayed to herself. She had never even been touched there: she was a nice girl, a good girl, and that was dirty. Hands were on her, and her buttocks clenched as if to stop them going further. There was a rush of noise, and she felt the sting of a whip against her bottom, the cracking noise obscenely loud in the silence of her prison. She shuddered in pain, and tried to relax, knowing that they wouldn't stop beating her otherwise. She heard a jostle behind her, and felt fingers sliding down the cleft of her buttocks, the tips brushing over the tight ring of her anus. This sent a shiver up her spine, and she could feel his fingertip push tentatively at her entrance. 

'It's like a fucking vice' he said, 'this is gonna be fun.' 



Join the Party Ch. 04



The stranger's finger continued its insistent pressure against her tight amber ring. He spat, and she felt the spittle ooze down the cleft of her buttocks. He used it to lubricate her, but it only eased the passage of his finger into her slightly. She held her breath as he forced the tip of his finger inside up to the first knuckle.

It stung so much: she could feel her ring being stretched and bit down on her lip, almost drawing blood in an attempt to stop from crying out. He began to thrust, burying his finger deep into her tight hole, and she felt a hollow sensation building up inside her, warmth radiating from her pelvis. Her ring had slightly loosened by now and he slipped another finger in alongside the first, wriggling both of them, massaging the walls of her rectum. She heard him spit again, and he removed his fingers. 

Lubricating his cock with his saliva, he pressed against her hole, the bulbous tip dilating the still very tight muscle. She felt as though the air was being forced out of her as his thick cock forced it's way through the resistance. The pain was sharp, spiking to new heights when he pulled back, almost out from her, stretching the muscle with the angry purple cockhead. 

He began to rock against her, holding her hips, pulling her back against him so she could feel his weighty scrotum bouncing against her thighs. He was buried to the hilt in her, incoherent groans of pleasure arising from his throat. She was so tight, so hot and she still tried to resist him: all this did was to clench his cock tighter in the grip of her rectal muscles, giving him more pleasure and more sensation.

He steadied himself for a moment, and with one arm reached down under her to feel for her clit and pussy lips. Despite her pain, she was wet: her sweet juices were flowing. He began to massage her clit, rolling his fingers around it, encircling it and pulling gently until the tight pink bud stood erect. He wanted her to come whilst he was still buried in her dark passage, he wanted to feel her muscles clench around him and milk him of his seed. What he wanted most of all was to see his oily come ooze from her abused hole, and to see someone else use that come as lube for the next assault on her ravaged, once-virgin entrance.

But the rules were that she wasn't allowed to come until she had been degraded in all possible ways, until her spirit had been broken and she was truly their fuck-toy. He could sense Rachel's breathing patterns change: despite her pain, she was close to orgasm and he could feel her hunching her pelvis, pushing her clit against his searching fingers. Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and her disappointment was palpable. She groaned out loud, forgetting for a moment what the result of this would be. A loud slap ricocheted around the room, and a handprint blossomed on the pale skin of her buttocks. This was repeated until she could feel her bottom hot and glowing, the pain matched by that emitting from her tortured amber ring. The thrusting continued without cessation throughout her beating, and the two sensations combined in her mind until she became confused, beginning to enjoy the pain. 

Suddenly he came, pumping sticky white seed deep into her bowels. She felt his cock subside a little, and he slipped out from her, followed by a flood of his viscous juice.

But there was no respite for her: another of her captors rapidly took his place. Her rosebud was still dilated, gaping slightly, and she accepted this assault quietly: the pain was less and the sperm already deposited in her eased his passage somewhat. 

This displeased him though; he wanted her in pain and fear, and with a vicious thrust he rammed himself deeply into her. There was no finesse to his technique; this was a brutal attack, slamming his cock like a jackhammer, pounding into her. 

She tried to brace herself against the pillows, the force of his thrusts threatening to push her into the bed head. Without her hands free she could do nothing though, and she had to try and turn sideways to avoid being smothered. As she changed position, he misjudged his thrust and slipped from her. As punishment she received another stinging slap and he tried to pull her kneeling into the right position again. He was stopped by one of his companions who suggested something that Rachel hadn't heard of before, and which terrified her.

Her hands were released, and for a moment she was able to relax her shoulders, her muscles aching with being extended above her head for so long.

The bed dipped under the weight of one of them, and she was manhandled into position. She was lying back against his chest, almost horizontally along his body and she could feel the hard muscle of his chest and abdomen against her back, and the bristle of his body hair. He pulled back her legs and she suffered a pang of shame as she realised that she was so completely exposed. His erect cock nudged at her buttocks and she knew that he meant to fuck her ass in this position. Willing hands helped to manoeuvre her and she groaned as he stuffed his fat cock deep into her, her abused rectal muscles cramping at the repeated invasion. Her thighs were still held back, and in shock, she felt another cock head pressing against her, this time pushing into her velvet-lined sex, already coated in another mans sperm. She despaired: she couldn't possibly take two of them at once, but again her body betrayed her and both cocks slid into her. 

The two men started to move rhythmically, both moving in perfect timing, filling Rachel unmercifully full of hard pulsating cock. In delirium, she began rocking feverishly in rhythm between them, and knew that her cunt was producing thick honeyed juices in response to the stimulation. She leaned back, and felt one abuser bring his hands up to caress her breasts. This time, the touch was almost gentle, delicately rolling her nipples and stroking the bruised flesh softly. The two slowly shafting cocks continued to pump deep into her sodden holes.

With sudden realisation, Rachel knew that this was what she had been searching for. She knew that she had needed to feel this way: her cunt was aching and throbbing, wanting release but not wanting this to stop.

She couldn't help herself: she came violently, screaming with release, juices flowing from her pussy. The two men fucking her pulled out from her tight holes, still erect, but worried at what might now happen that their prey had seemingly enjoyed their attentions. 

The sharp voice of her female captor broke through Rachel's post-orgasmic haze.

'Taste your juices,' she demanded.

Without hesitation, Rachel's hand went down to her pussy and scooped up the love-juices she found there. Her own sweet scent was mixed with come, and she brought her hand to her mouth. She sucked hungrily on her fingers, trying to get all of the juices off, enjoying putting on a show for them all. She could taste the salty tang of sperm, and her fingers went back, playing in the folds of her sex, looking for more. 

Her kidnappers smiled: what else would this bitch do for them?



Join the Party Ch. 05



Time was moving on: the instigator of Rachel's systematic degradation knew that she had to get Rachel back home soon so as not to raise suspicions.

She looked down at their captive lying on the bed. Rachel's arms and legs were now free, yet she made no attempt to remove her blindfold or try to escape. Instead, she continued to probe her own pussy, her fingers exploring the moist folds of her sex, playing with her clit, rubbing and pinching, tormenting her own flesh for the pleasure of those watching. The two men who had withdrawn from her prematurely stood close to the bed watching her slim body writhe, one hand now moving upwards to caress her own breasts, the other desperately trying to fill her pussy, 3 fingers pushed in as far as she could reach. Their cocks were still hard, almost painfully so, watching the young girl exhibit herself, masturbating as though she was unaware of her audience.

Their leader reached down and her fingers joined Rachel's in the girl's pussy. Feeling the wetness there, she ordered the men to hold the girls arms away. Pinned to the bed, Rachel gave in again. The woman thrust 3 fingers inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy. She could feel the heat of the walls of the young girl's cunt sucking her in, and wanted to see Rachel stretched open for her, the skin taut and her clit erect and ripe for sucking. She managed to slide in 4 fingers of her left hand, bunched tight until they were buried inside Rachel's reddened sex and half of the palm of her hand was inside. This was getting uncomfortable for Rachel but when the woman began to massage her clit with her thumb, and leant forward to suck on it she was close to coming again. She could feel her juices flowing. Then, with disbelief, she felt the woman slowly push in her thumb, bent in tight against her palm, until all 5 fingers were inside. Rachel had a sudden impression of how this would look, her pussy being raped by this woman's hand, and how she herself was aching for an orgasmic release once again.

The sight of their victim in this position was too much for the rest of them; the two men who had so nearly come inside her needed release and they knelt on either side of her on the bed. If they weren't allowed to come inside her slender body, then they were determined to loosen their load onto her face or breasts. Their cocks were both straining for release, and Rachel was ordered to help them. Both men were jerking off slowly, their cocks purple and angry in their fists. Both were roughly massaging her breasts, pulling at the nipples, kneading the flesh. She brought up a hand to help both of them, squeezing and massaging their thick shafts, but she found it difficult to concentrate while her thoughts were so fixed on the hand invading her pussy, massaging her pussy walls and so determined to stimulate her clit. She could feel the cocks stiffen under her fingers, and marvelled in the sensation of their erections. The skin was as soft and smooth as velvet, covering a core of hard iron. She traced her fingertips around the heads, running her hands down to caress their balls, weighing their globes in the palm of her hand, wanting to kiss and lick all their juices away. She could feel their scrotums tightening, and knew they were ready to come. She was close as well, the woman's fingers never ceasing in their stimulation of her eager clit. She felt them both tense, and almost simultaneously, both men erupted. Warm seed spurted over her, streams of milky juices falling onto her face, in her mouth, in her hair and across her body. Rachel revelled in the sensation, lost in the feeling of abandonment, her hands releasing their cocks and spreading the come over her body, massaging her breasts with it and bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste them. 

She could feel her second orgasm began to build, the torment of her needy clit reaching a peak. As she played with her breasts, covered in sticky juices, the woman's fingers thrust repeatedly inside her, triggering a spasm of sensation that rose from deep inside, overwhelming her. She came with a deep groan, not caring what would happen to her, knowing only that she had to vocalise her pleasure and her satisfaction. 

All movement ceased. There was silence in the room, and then Rachel heard them making plans. Her clothes were given back to her and she was helped into them, still sticky with come and her juices. Her legs were weak and she wondered how long she had been entrapped, but it couldn't have been more than a few hours.

She was bundled into the van again, guided there still blindfold. 

She was dazed, her mind whirling with confusion over what had happened to her. She had been kidnapped, repeatedly abused, and yet she didn't want this to end. Her cataclysmic orgasms had been like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she wanted more. She wanted to explore this newly discovered side of herself. 

The van came to a shuddering halt, and she was unceremoniously shoved out of the door. They had even remembered her shopping bags so that she would have an excuse for her parents.

Rachel felt bereft: the van drove off; no word was said by anyone. She removed her blindfold and realised that she was close to the end of her street, only a few moment's walk from home. With unsteady legs, she set off.

Her parents, indulgent as always, accepted her terse explanation of shopping with a friend leading to a drink in the local pub. 

She went to her bedroom, and, undressing, realised that she was still covered in come, now drying and crusting. She ran a bath and lay back, luxuriating in the bubbles, thinking. She was fairly sure who her kidnapper was, but how was she to approach her again? 

Shaking her head, she reached for the soap and began to wash herself, wincing slightly as her hands smoothed over the bruises blossoming on her tender breasts. She reached down to soap her pubis, her fingers gently caressing her pussy, washing away the strangers sperm. She probed slightly: her pussy felt a little sore, but her anus was more painful. She decided that she needed to wash inside, and despite the ache, she pushed a finger inside gently. This brought back images of what had happened to her and she groaned: had she turned into some sort of slut? 

She rotated her finger inside, playing with her own ass. Despite her exhaustion, she felt tremors of desire begin to ripple across her pelvis, and she had a sudden vision of a hot thick phallus raping her ass, brutally coming inside her, pumping hot seed deep into her. She shuddered: what had happened to her?

She slept soundly, her body exhausted, her mind numb.

Next day, Saturday, she slept late. She was an only child and her parents were as hoodwinked as the rest: they indulged her every whim and didn't believe in forcing her to work on Saturdays like most of her classmates. She was lounging in bed when the postman called with a package.

Her mother brought it to her room along with breakfast. 

Rachel was confused: she hadn't ordered anything recently, it wasn't an Amazon package and it certainly it wasn't her birthday. She waited until her mother had left, then opened it quickly. An unlabelled videocassette fell out.

An odd feeling raced through her: part dread, part anticipation. Getting up, she closed the door firmly and put the cassette in the player. 

The video opened with no titles, no introduction. The first image was of her, tied to a bed in a brightly lit room. She was naked, blindfold, and struggling against the bonds holding her ankles and wrist to the bedstead.

She watched, fascinated, as she was taken repeatedly in different positions. She watched, her hand unconsciously trailing down to her clitoris, as she was double fucked, as she was fist-fucked, as she was covered in sperm from strangers. 

She knew then that she wanted this again, that her fantasies would be able to be made real through this. She watched herself coming on screen, a small part of her pleased that her breasts were so full, and that her pussy so inviting. She recognised the woman with her fingers shoved firmly into her pussy and realised that this abduction, intended as punishment, had changed her. She knew what her life had been missing to this point. 

She made a resolve to be nice to Deborah on Monday morning at school. How else was she to be re-introduced to all those men again?