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My Abduction

By: IrishRose1215



I had decided to go to the park, it was such a beautiful day outside, and I saw no point wasting it by sitting inside. On my way out the door, I noticed a car parked on the other side of my house with three men inside. I really paid no attention to them, people were always parking on the street, and I figured they were waiting for someone at the house they were parked by. 

I hopped into my car and drove to the flower gardens. I spent a lot of time there, looking at the different species of flowers, and enjoying the sun beaming down on me. I hadn’t paid attention to the people that walked behind me, I heard the voices of three males, but never turned around to get a look at them. 

I stopped at the concession stand in the park, to get a bottle of water before returning to my car. The man at the stand asked if I had seen the building that the park had just opened. I told him no, I hadn’t seen it on my walk. He gave directions to where it was, and apologized for it been so far. 

I walked to it, taking sips of my water as I got to the building. I looked around, the building was isolated, a little off the familiar paths of the park, but it was beautiful. The man had said that it had been used for many different things when the family that owned this property lived on it, but it had been most recently used, recently meaning twenty-five years ago, as a chapel. 

I walked in, and was welcomed by the cool air of an air conditioner. The pews and pulpit were still there, and I sat in one of them, enjoying the silence. I got up shortly and walked to the big picture windows that sat behind the pulpit, and gasped at the beautiful site before me. I could see almost the entire park from up here. 

I was a little annoyed when I heard other people walk in, but it soon passed, this was not my place, and others were welcomed to it. I stayed where I was, not turning around to look at the people that had come in, but by the different whispers I guessed there were three of them. 

When I turned around to finally leave this magnificent place, I faced the men. I knew I had seen the same ones in front of my house, and an uncomfortable feeling crept into me. I tried to ignore it, and walk out, but it got worse as I walked closer to them. As I moved to the side to avoid the three men, one grabbed my arm. I let out a low scared whimper and looked up into his face. I knew I’d seen it before, not just sitting outside my house, but I knew the curves of the jaw, the eyes, and the lips of this man, but I couldn’t quite place it. I knew I’d never seen him in person, before today, but maybe in a picture.

Though I was scared, I still had a lot of moxy.

“Let go of me Sir!” 

This only caused his hand to wrap tighter around my arm, making me yelp in pain. 

“You don’t speak to me like that!” 

I stared at him in shock, who did he think he was speaking to me in such a way. 

“I will tell you again to get your fucking hand off me now!”

“Or what? And how dare you curse in a church!” 

“Fuck you. Let go before I kick your ever-loving ass!” 

This made him laugh, and his other hand came to grab my other arm.

“You’re not big enough to kick my ass Sweets.” 

“And your not man enough to know how to treat a lady!” 

Before I knew what was happening, or could turn away, his hand came down on my cheek, so hard that my head whipped to the other side, and I tasted blood form on the corner of my mouth. I looked back at him, my blue eyes growing dark with anger. I went to speak, but he beat me to it.

“You are no such thing! A lady! You can only dream of being a lady, you fucking whore! Look at you! You go to walk around the park wearing a skirt short enough that if you bent slightly everyone could see your ass! You wear a top that shows off the tops of your tits, and I seen you smile when you caught the attention of men. I’ve been watching you this whole time, and there is no goddamn way you’re a fucking lady!”

“How dare you curse in a chapel!” 

I smiled as his eyes widened at my remark he’d made to me not too long ago. He went to smack me again, but I was ready for it, and I moved away, bringing my knee up to hit whatever it landed on, but the other two he was with, moved quickly, and caught a hold of my leg. The man looked at me with so much anger, that mine died and was replaced again by fear. 

“I’m going to teach you how to fucking act, Jessica! My boys and I are going to show you how a real fucking slut should be!” 

“How’d you know my name?”

“Don’t fucking worry about it.” 

He moved his hands from me, but quickly grabbed the back of my skirt, and ushered me out of the building, and out of the park. He spoke to the other two, and from that I learned their names. 

“Doug you take the car. Bill, you ride with him. Jessica and I will take hers.” 

He sat me in the passenger side seat, and rummaged through my purse for my keys. He had to adjust the seat before he was able to get in, and his friends looked over at him in impatience. He waved his hands at them, and they went off. 

He began to drive, and I stared at him. 

“Where’re you taking me? What are you going to do to me?”

“Shut up!”

“I should just jump out of the fucking car right now. Don’t think I won’t do it! I’d much rather risk getting all broken up than doing whatever the hell you want me to.” 

“Oh yeah? I don’t think so.” 

I moved my hand to the door release, but before I could open it, I felt a searing pain go through my head and then all was dark. 

I woke up with the worse headache I’d ever had. I groaned and tried to move to my side, but couldn’t. I became more alert, though, the pounding hadn’t stopped. My eyes opened wide, to look down at my wrists that were bound to the bed I was on. I fought, though, there was no point. I tried to move my legs, but could only move my knees slightly up. My ankles were bound and tied also to the bed. I spoke, my voice groggy and thick. 

“What’s going on? Where the hell am I?” 

I heard wrestling, and looked in that direction, which caused my head to spin. The man who had drove my car came up and stood beside me. 

“Glad you’re finally awake. It took you fucking long enough! Oh but don’t worry, Doug and Bill had a good time with you.”

“What? You used me while I was passed out?”

“I didn’t they did. Can’t you feel their cum on you?”

He smiled down at me, as my eyes widened. My tits were sticky, and so was my belly. 

“See, they sat around and rubbed their cocks all over that pretty little body of yours, until they worked themselves up, and nutted all over that smooth fair skin.”

“And I guess you should get a cookie for not using me after you knocked me out?”

I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but I couldn’t help it. His face turned red with anger, and his hand came across my cheek. I yelled out as my head spun, and everything went blank again for a minute. My eyes refocused, and I looked back up at him.

“You fucking whore! You do not speak to me like that!”

“And who are you? Who the hell are you to me?”

Again, I was running off at the mouth, and causing more anger in him. I braced myself for another slap, but instead he brought his face down to mine. I pulled my head back as far as it would go, but the pillows and bed wouldn’t allow me to get too far. I whimpered and moved my head as I felt his spit hit my lips. He smiled again at the look of disgust on my face. 

“I’m your Master bitch, and you are my whore!” 

I wanted to speak, but I didn’t want his saliva to run into my mouth. He nodded and laughed. 

“Guess I found a way to shut you up. But I have an even better way.” 

I looked back at him in surprise and wonderment. He stood up, and took his pants off. My eyes widened as they fell on his cock. It had to have been at least ten inches long and very thick to boot. I had never seen a cock that big before, and I became afraid of it. I shook my head violently, ignoring the pain it brought to me. 

“Oh yes, bitch! You are going to please my fucking cock.” 

I spoke, not caring anymore about the spit on my lips.

“No! No! I can’t!”

“You will!” 

His two friends came out into view, and though not happy to see them, I was happy to see that their cocks didn’t match the size of his. I didn’t look at them long. The man came up and straddled my chest. He ran the big head of his cock across my wetted lips, and looked back at his friends. 

“Some one get this bitch ready! She’s got a lot of fucking to do!” 

I looked around his body, and watched Bill go down. I felt his tongue on my pussy, and felt shame for the throbbing it caused in me. The man smiled at me.

“Now say, thank you Master for allowing me to get my cunt licked.”

I said nothing, just stared at him in horror. He grabbed his cock at the base, and smacked it across my face. I yelled out, but said nothing. He did it again, smacking one side then the other. 

“Okay! Okay! Just please quit hitting me! Thank you Master for allowing my pussy to get licked!” 

He smacked me again.

“That’s not what I said to say, and with more feeling!” 

He smiled as I stared dumbfounded at him. 

“Thank you Master for allowing my cunt to get licked!” 

“A little better.” 

He said nothing more, but began to push his cock between my lips. I tried to resist but my lips moved back into my teeth causing pain. He smiled again as his cock entered my mouth. He moved his cock in and out of my mouth, but then looked down angrily. 

“You’re not doing a good enough job!” 

At that, I felt Bill pull up from my pussy and his hand came down and smacked it hard. My hips thrust up and I screamed around the cock in my mouth. Doug, hearing his friend’s complaint also punished me, by smacking my inner thigh with such force that tears came to my eyes. I didn’t know what else to do but suck his cock. I began to work my lips around it as Bill and Doug kept hitting me. They kept it up until the man spoke again.

“See, I knew you were a good little cocksucker Jessica!” 

I glared up at him, making him laugh. He turned his head in the direction of his friends.

“Bill, Doug, one of you go on and fuck this bitch. Get her pussy ready for my cock.” 

There was a little fight over who was going to do it, and Doug won out, exclaiming that Bill got to taste me, so he should get to fuck me. The man shook his head, and looked back down at me.

“Since you don’t have the use of your hands, I guess this will have to do.” 

He thrust hard into my mouth, making me scream and then choke as at least four inches of his big cock went down my throat. 

“Mmmm….I love that! I love feeling your throat close around my cock!” I shook my head, trying to get him to come back up, but he wouldn’t allow it. He kept thrusting, staying deep in my throat. 

“Oh yeah! I like that too, you fucking nasty bitch! Keep shaking that head!” 

I stopped shaking it, as I felt Doug’s cock begin to really pound into me. I tried hard to fight of the feelings that his cock gave me. I didn’t want them, but I also couldn’t help the hot feeling of an orgasm coming on. My hips thrust up as the orgasm took over, and my head once again began to shake, as I tried to tell my body that we weren’t enjoying this. The man astride me smiled down, and thrust a little more of his cock down my throat, making me choke even more. 

“You like it don’t you? You fucking whore, you’re coming!”

I stared up in defiance, and he laughed. He thrust a couple of more times into my throat and then pulled out, wiping my spit across my lips and face. 

“Say thank you!” 

Not wanting another slap, I looked up into his eyes. 

“Thank you Master.”

“For what?”

He lifted his hand, and my eyes shut tightly. 

“For fucking my mouth!” 

“And?”

“And what?”

His hand came down on my face, and I yelped. 

“Thank the other two you stupid cunt!” 

“Thank you Bill for licking my pussy, and thank you Doug for fucking it!” 

He patted my head, and smiled down.

“Good girl! See your getting the hang of it.”

I glared at him, which only caused him to smile more. He got up, and off of me, and I sighed as the pressure of his weight was taken from my chest. 

“It’s my turn now bitch. I’m going to fuck this pussy until no more use can come from it!”

He came between my legs, and slapped both of my thighs at the same time. 

“What do you say?”

He moved his hand and smacked my ribcage. 

“Thank you! Thank you Master for fucking my pussy!”

“Wrong fucking answer!”

Bill and Doug had positioned themselves on either side of me, and they both smacked their cocks down hard on my nipples as he brought both hands this time to my ribcage. My screams filled the room, and I looked at them all in turn. 

“Thank you for allowing me to feel your cock in my cunt, Master!” 

“Oh good girl!” 

With that he shoved his cock in me, and I screamed out once again. He filled me over with his cock, and the tip of it rested much higher in me than I had ever felt before. Doug and Bill busied themselves with rubbing their cock on my tits, slapping my nipples every now and again. Before they both grew tired of it, and brought their cocks to my lips. I looked at them in fear, as Bill spoke.

“You’re going to suck both of our cocks, bitch.”

“Not at the same time!” 

This caused me to be smacked by both of them, and caused my Master, to bring his hand down hard on my clit. 

“Yes at the same fucking time, stupid!” 

They both began to push in before I had a chance to respond. With work they both got their cocks in my mouth, and began to thrust as hard as they could. My eyes filled with tears at the pain in my lips and jaw, but deep within me I felt the stirrings of another orgasm. Master knew I was going to come too, he felt my pussy tighten over him, and I heard his voice as my mouth was still being violated by his two friends. 

“You come now, bitch! You come all over my fucking cock!”

My body responded to his command, and my juices began to spill over his cock. He pumped harder, until my body relaxed, and then he pulled out. The other two stopped and pulled their cocks from my now bruised lips. I was relieved with the break and even more relieved when my hands were set free. 

“Don’t look so fucking happy, bitch, we ain’t done with you!” 

I was sat up, which caused all the pain in my head to worsen. Bill and Doug held me as Master positioned himself where I once lay. I was moved on top of him, though, my weight still rested on Bill and Doug. I felt what I had been afraid of when told I wasn’t through yet. I felt the tip of Master’s cock rub along my ass, and I shook my head and yelled out.

“No, God, please no!” 

Bill slapped me. 

“Shut the fuck up!”

With no warning, Master thrust his cock in my ass. Bill and Doug let go, causing all of my weight to quickly drop down. I screamed so loud that my throat burned as my ass filled with cock. I was grabbed by my hair and moved down so that my back was against the Master’s stomach. With his hand kept in my hair, his other hand grabbed my throat, and applied just enough pressure that it was hard for me to swallow, but not enough to make me pass out. 

“Go!”

Was all he said, and Bill came up, shoving his cock in my pussy. The pressure and the pain of being completely filled made me bite down hard on my lower lip. My lip didn’t stay there long, Doug moved up, and shoved his cock in my mouth. All three men fucked me hard, Doug causing me to choke and gag on his cock, as Bill and Master thrust so deep in both holes that I thought I was going to split in two. 

After awhile the fucking of my ass and pussy stopped, and I was pulled by the big hand still around my throat off of Doug’s cock. They all moved away from me, and I was grabbed again by my hair, and was held in a sitting position. 

“We’re going to come bitch, and you’re going to swallow all of it!” 

I nodded my head, I was too tired and too beat up to fight again. Doug placed his cock back in my mouth, and stroked the shaft. I swallowed his cum, not missing a single drop, but having to choke it down, with the humility that I felt inside of me. Next came Bill, I had a harder time swallowing his. My body tried to reject it, saying that I already had enough, and a small amount dribbled from my lips. Then came Master’s. He didn’t stroke his cock. He looked down at me.

“You make me come! Wrap those hands around me, and do it!” I wrapped my hands around the shaft and began to jack him off while sucking the head of his cock. 

“That’s it bitch, keep it up!”

I did it harder. 

“Oh fuck yeah! Here it comes slut! You’d better swallow it all!” 

I gagged when I felt the first squirt hit the back of my throat, and I tried so hard to swallow down every last drop of his hot salty seed, but even more of it seeped from my lips than Bill’s had. 

He pulled out, and looked down at me. 

“You didn’t take it all!” 

“I tried, please believe me I tried! I was already so full of cum, I couldn’t take it all!” 

He pulled my head back with my hair, and brought his finger down to the cum that dripped from my mouth. He scooped it up, and shoved his finger in my mouth. 

“Clean it off!” 

I grimaced as I sucked it off, my belly began to hurt from all the seed I had just swallowed, and I groaned. He gave me the last of the now cold seed and I gagged again as I licked it off. 

He let go of me, and I fell limply to the bed. I watched as they all redressed, and flinched when Master came close to me again. This made him smile.

“Good bye slut. We will meet again. You still have a lot to fucking learn!” 

I looked at him, my eyes half-mast from tiredness and the pain that ran through my body. I heard the closing of the door, and moved to untie my ankles. I got up, ran a bath, and as I lay in the warm water I fell asleep.

My Abduction



This story is fantasy but it is based on actual events except the setting and backsory has been changed. The thoughts and feelings of Paula are real in that they are what "Paula" experienced and this story takes the reader into the mind of a young woman with a high libido and the pleasure she derives from opening herself up to possibilities that others may consider forbidden while at the same time she deals with her childhood low self esteem. She alters the balance of power from apparent victim to enthusiastic participant in an unusual relationship. 

Push, push out. That's it, relax and let it slide in. I heard his voice, deep and soft which terrified me because I knew he wouldn't be gentle once his cock was up my arse. My mouth was stuffed with a stranger's short but incredibly thick cock that made the hinge joints of my jaw strain and ache. He had my top knot pony tail of brown hair gripped in his fist and he shoved my head from side to side like a rag doll as he used my mouth. Sometimes I gagged and that amused him as he pushed my head down onto his cock and my brow rubbed against his fat hairy belly.

I had no control of these events, kneeling on the low table that was covered in a sticky foam-padded vinyl. I had no idea of its colour because the blindfold of rough cotton material was firmly tied around my head. My arms ached like my jaw and my wrists chaffed on the handcuffs that were clipped to the back of a dog collar around my neck. So I must have presented a wanton sight. A naked blindfolded 18 year old kneeling with my hands up behind my head, heavy breasts flapping and jiggling tummy hanging down as I was fucked in the mouth and arse by two strangers.

The man behind me held my bum cheeks apart revealing my rosebud that I desperately squeezed closed. He let go my bum and a loud smack jerked my knees off the vinyl as his hand hit my left bum cheek. I gasped around the cock in my mouth but the fist in my hair kept my head bobbing on his slobbered upon cock. He really wanted to cum soon and his hips were pushing the stubby cock hard into the inside of my cheek then the back of my throat. He didn't seem to care where so long as he could build up the tension in his balls and shoot his mess into my virgin mouth.

My arse must be red by now with so many hash spanking smacks on both cheeks. The stinging hurt with each smack and grunt from the deliverer. Over the top of the sting was a burning that went right through me. My belly warmed and I wanted to squeeze my legs together but they were tethered apart to what I assumed from the sticky feeling on my knees was a filthy massage table. Then to my relief the spanking stopped and in addition to the heavy breathing of my mouth fucker, I could hear the soft voice telling me I was going to be a good girl now and open up my arse to him. Anywhere else and I would have flaired up at him and told him where he could go. But that wasn't an option today.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's me. Walking home alone last night from a girlfriends flat warming party. Sure, I was a bit drunk but hey, the girls and I had a hoot of a time mixing deadly cocktails for each other and competing with each other to tell the most outrageous thing they had ever done. My one was letting a boyfriend undress me in his father's car on a date and then he sucked my generous tits in the main street under a street light so that anyone passing would see us. He enjoyed himself sucking my erect brown nipples and flicking them with his tongue. No one saw us of course; it was 3am and looking back through the pain of my jaw and burning of my bum, let alone the fact that a great big thick cock was pounding my mouth, the most daring thing I had done was totally pathetic.

So there I was, 3am again and walking alone on a quiet dark street which was quite nice really, being drunk on weird cocktails and dressed in my best stocking, suspender belt, lacy bra and sexy dress. Even a size 16 girl is allowed to tart herself up for a hen's night. I felt buzzy with the booze and my face muscles were sore from laughing so much. The high heeled boots I wore hurt my feet but I didn't care because I felt wonderful in them, sashaying along the street imagining being picked up by some hunk in a sports car. Dreams eh? I felt frisky more than horny. I carelessly rubbed a nipple as I walked, sending tingles through my pussy. I fantasised that my hunk in a sports car was flicking my hard nipple as I continued to run my fingers over it.

My mind jerked back to the present as the man fucking my mouth pinched my left breast nipple and pulled it violently. My body followed his hand as his fingers stretched my boob towards him. My mouth went forward as far as my head could go against his gut and he started to spurt cum down my throat which made me gag and choke but he just laughed and forced my head down so that his cock stayed between my juicy lips. The head of his cock twitched as he spasmed in my mouth and he jerked his hips again and again as spurt after spurt subsided until he pulled out. I was left with a softening piece of man meat dribbling on my face with cum and snot and dribble coming out of my mouth and nose. I coughed and moaned a primitive sound of subjugation. There was no more fight left in me. 

The blindfold had the effect of amplifying all the things these men were doing to me. I was so much more aware of my body and anything or anyone touching it. It intensified the face fuck I had just received and I was numb with shock yet surprised how it felt. The taste of his cum was strong and I could smell the sweat on his belly mixed in with some cologne he used. Violent but perhaps a little exhilarating I had to admit. 

I have got to be mad to be thinking like this the voice in my head cautioned. But what choice did I have I replied. True the voice replied, maybe you should try and enjoy it. Shit I shouted inside my head. These bastards are having me and I'm debating with myself whether or not to join in. I'm being taken here I repeated to myself as if there was any action I could do to affect the outcome. Too late for that the voice whispered. That dark street was your undoing you dreamer of hunks in sports cars.

The soft voiced man behind me had paused as his friend finished his enjoyment of my mouth. I wondered if my red lipstick was all over his cock or did my slobber and his cum wash the colour away? He let my head slide down his thigh until my face touched the vinyl; so that my boobs were squashed against the sticky surface and the cum dribbling out of my mouth pooled onto it too. I made little sobbing huh, huh, huh sounds as I cried tears under the blindfold. The man behind me pulled my hips back up a little so that my arse remained high in the air and as he did my face slid along the surface of the vinyl, now slippery with my slobber and other man's cum. A gentle hand stroked the hair at my temple and sort of massaged my scalp. It confused me as the same rough hands that had been jerking my head around his cock, now reassured me that everything was all right. I started to slow down my sobbing and gave in to the calming feeling of fingers in my hair. 

A finger forced its way into my arse, cold with some sort of lube. I tensed with surprise and discomfort. It didn't hurt but my mind went into overdrive panic with it. He's going to push his dick in my arsehole my mind screamed. No, I whimpered. My voice frightened me as much as the finger moving in and out of my bum hole. I sounded like someone else. I didn't recognise the scared little girl pleading without any belief that her wishes would be heard. Alone is this, the voice in my head said. You are with other humans but you are alone. Unless...Unless what? I whispered to the voice. Unless you relax and let him fuck your arse and you join in. I was astounded my mind would play this cruel debate game on me. Its not a debate the voice said. It's common sense. Pretend he is your sports car hunk. Give yourself to your new lover. Try it. See if it makes it easier. Do you think you will cum if he fucks your arse? Stop it! I cried to myself. I was only asking if you knew whether you could cum from a cock in there and not in your cunt. You're fucking crude aren't you? I snapped. The voice remained calm and soothingly purred back that aren't we all crude?

What was crude was the second finger also pushing into my bum. My ring muscle felt stretched and uncomfortable and I wriggled to dislodge it. Be a good girl, the man said as he rubbed my bum cheek with his free hand. That felt nice and distracted me a little from his slow but persistent stretching of my ring. His fingers were well into me and that was not terrible but the stretching and tugging on my bum ring hurt a little and I felt a pressure that to me was unnatural.

Think of something else he suggested. And breathe. Breathe deep and slow. Stop panting. That's better, breathe slow. Yes you're learning. Good girl. That's it, nice and slow. A third finger was now in my arse, slippery with gel. Push, push out and relax he crooned.

My mind drifted back to the walk home from my girlfriend's hen party. It wasn't a sports car that pulled up alongside me. Instead it was a delivery van of some sort but without any signage on it. I couldn't see who was driving it because his passenger shone a torch light into my eyes. He said that I looked very nice and wasn't it a lovely night to be out walking. I didn't stop and keep walking until the van was left behind, parked by the curb. I didn't look back and stared ahead as I picked up my pace with the heels of my boots stabbing the footpath in an ever faster rhythm. I felt the swirl of my dress around my thighs, brushing against my sheer stockings. One hand still held a breast for comforts sake and to convince myself that I wasn't in danger.

The van didn't move and I breathed a sigh of relief when I was about fifty metres away from it. I was tempted to turn round and check out what the two guys were doing. Maybe they lived at the house where they were parked out front. I brushed my hair out of face, hooking it behind my ear. As I did so my hand touched another hand. I screamed but only the first second of sound came out before a cloth was shoved in my face and violently forced into my mouth. At the same time a strong arm encircled my plump waist, pinning my arms. I am a strong girl and beneath my curves I have young muscles that get plenty of exercise. Even so, my assailant was stronger and quick, dodging my kicks. 

I heard the van's engine start up and get louder as it approached. I desperately looked around for a witness, anybody who may help but 3 am in that neighbourhood and all the sweet little perfect suburban families were fast asleep. Stupid. That's me, stupid, I actually said it out loud in a muffled mumble from the towel in my mouth. The van driver helped his friend to drag me struggling into the back of the van. They were ruthlessly efficient in securing the gag over my mouth, a pillow case was pulled over my head and rope ties secured around my ankles and wrists. The driver then started the van and drove us away to who knows where. I continued to struggle and when I kicked whoever was in the back with me, he hog-tied me, ankles and wrists bound together behind my back as I lay on my side on the floor. That was when I pissed my new lacy panties. 

The fingers that pumped my arse now withdrew slowly as if to make me aware of the feeling of something as thick as three fingers being removed from my hole. It felt so good to have them slide out. You liked that didn't you? The voice said to me in my head. Won't you shut up I replied. But deep inside me I knew that if I was honest with myself, I enjoyed that moment of him pulling out of me. It was sexy, erotic, dirty, dangerous and I liked it. I think I may have made a little noise o f pleasure but I can't be sure because I was so focussed on the feelings happening to my body. The caressing of my hair continued and he also started to massage my shoulders but with my hands chained to the neck collar I was uncomfortable. I had forgotten for a moment about the pain in my arms and wrists but now the awareness returned and I struggled to get into a less painful position. 

I could hear the other guy wanking his cock behind me, getting it hard as he used his free hand to caress my buttocks. I almost purred, what with the hair massage and the strange yet exciting feeling of emptiness in my arse. Then the fear came back. Ohh shit! He's now going to fuck me with a cock, a big throbbing man cock. How big is he? What if I bleed. Will it tear my arse? People get hurt doing this. I've read about it. No you haven't the internal voice sniggered. Fuck off I said back to it. Well, you're in for it now girl the voice said. My first anal fuck I thought. Will you feel his cum squirting into your arse, the voice said. Will you shut up? I don't need you contemplating my predicament I replied. Oh stop being a spoilsport the voice mocked back at me. I think this is exciting and you should be having fun. Let your hair down and go with the flow. Let him fuck you like the horny slut you are tempted to be. I know you're curious about anal sex; so here's and opportunity not to be missed. 

Before I could reply to the voice I felt something rub up and down my cunt lips. It was the mystery cock. It felt huge, long and hard. He teased my clit with it and made my thighs try to pull together but the ropes held my knees to the table. I wriggled my hips and the rubbing continued. It was so weird being in this position and I couldn't help but like what he was doing to me. He didn't rub hard, just enough to stretch my hood back and forth over my clit that sent tingles through my tummy. I started to really relax as the adrenalin wore off and exhaustion set in. A nice fuck and a shower and then into clean sheets for a sleep would be wonderful I thought. There you go girl, the voice said, that's the spirit. Will you cum with his cock rubbing you? The voice asked. I didn't reply, I was drifting with lovely sensations and didn't want them to stop. 

He didn't rush; so he must have been enjoying playing with the outside of my sex. I experimented with hip movements to best guide his cock to the places that felt best to me. Little wriggles at the right time meant that the head and then the shaft slide over my clit nicely. He was holding his cock with one hand. I could feel his arm against the inside of my thigh and now he used the head of his cock to make little circles over my clit that was now engorged and wanting stimulation whether I liked it or not. But I did like it. I liked it a lot. I wanted him to put it in my cunt. I needed a fuck right now and bugger the fact that they were using me. 

It's weird what we think of in times of stress. I wondered where my clothes were? Were they here in a pile on the floor? Were they dirty? Did they rip them? I tried to remember. Then I flicked back to the increasingly intense feeling growing in my cunt. I was getting wet and his cock was now slippery with my juices as he rubbed between my cunt lips up to my clit. Why won't he just stick it in me? I want it now. Give it to me, I thought. Then his other hand moved over my bum cheeks and he eased a finger into my arse. It slipped in easily this time and he started finger fucking my bum. It felt nice; what with the head of his cock rubbing tantalisingly along my cunt and over my clit. Then a second finger joined the first one in my arsehole. Now it felt tight and full. It wasn't unpleasant but I wished he would fill my cunt. When will he put the third finger in I wondered? He didn't. 

Instead, I felt a wave of disappointment flow over me as his cock slid away from my cunt and trailed along the underside curve of my generous butt. It tickled a bit and was teasing me but I wanted cock in my cunt not a cock massage on my bottom.

Not since my abduction in the van had I talked. The arse finger fucker guy had warned me in the first few minutes in the van not to talk and not to attempt to look at them. Given that I had a cloth in my mouth and a pillowcase over my head, there was zero risk of either event happening. Still, I guess they had to set down the rules. Dom rules was the phrase that went over and over in my brain in the van ride. But now, here in this unknown room that I hadn't even seen yet, I wanted to communicate with my captors but my fear was too great to say any words. I was totally messed up mentally and emotionally as conflicting thoughts and emotions flashed back and forth in my brain. I was scared shitless, yet I liked the caressing of my hair and the big cock rubbing my clit. And the fingers moving in my arse were at least filling some part of me. I had flashes of anger and rebellion but then those words dom rules repeated over and over in my head. Fear, pleasure, wanting, hate, lonely, angry went through me as I felt the cock move up and down the slit of my arse, rubbing over my cunt only the slightest little bit before rubbing around the fingers going in and out of my bum hole.

He's going to fuck your arse any minute now the voice in my head calmly said to me. As if I don't know that dumbarse I snapped back. The voice giggled like a little girl, saying, look who is the dumbarse is now then, all tied up with two fingers in the dumbarse. It struck me that the voice was my own when I was a little 10 year old girl and the memory of me playing on a summer's day at the beach in my first tiny bikini flashed with a blinding summer sun into my consciousness. And I could hear the taunting voices of my boy cousins laughing at me and calling me fatty and me shouting back that they were just dumbarses through my tears of disappointment that my excitement at having a bikini was destroyed by their vicious comments. 

Now, now the voice said, its tone changing to that of my mother, you don't have to worry about that anymore, do you? You're all grown up now and you've got a nice man wanting to fuck your arse. Am I going mad? I asked the voice. No, no, you're just fine it replied. Tell me what it feels like when he pushes that thing into you. Can you see it? I asked the voice. Of course not she replied, I'm in your head too and that bloody blindfold is hurting me too. My shoulders feel like they are going to snap in this position I whimpered to the voice. Then ask if they will uncuff you from the collar my mother's voice soothed. Are you sure? I asked, uncertain of the consequences of talking. Dom rules repeated over and over like a flashing neon light in my brain. Try, the voice said. What have you got to lose? It sniggered in the little girl voice. 

Please, I said quietly out loud. Please what? the gentle voice of the hard cock rubbing my bum replied. Please can you let me move my arms down? I don't think I can cope with the pain anymore, I sobbed. The fingers kept working in my arse and the cock kept teasing around them and the other guy's hands stroked my hair. Please? I sobbed again. I'll be good, I added in a whisper. Nothing changed for a minute. Now, a minute in this situation is like serving a five year prison sentence, it goes on forever. I didn't know if I should dare speak again. Then out of nowhere in my brain, I heard myself saying out loud, can you rub my clit too please? Shit! Why did I say that I fumed to myself. What am I doing? This is crazy and I am going mad. Don't encourage the bastards. Now they'll do anything with you. Dumbarse the voice interrupted, they're going to do anything anyway; so get with the programme. Be calm, be calm I repeated to myself. Please help me, I pleaded out loud in my little girl voice. 

The hand stroking my hair paused and took hold of one of my hands. I squeezed it and he squeezed back as his other hand unclipped my handcuffs from the collar around my neck. He continued to hold my hand and his other hand took my empty hand. Holding them softly he guided them over my head until they were in front of me. Then he let go and moved to the side of the table and helped me push up from the table so that I was in a doggy position and able to stretch my arms straight and roll my shoulders to ease the cramps and pains in them. He let go of me and let me stretch and roll my head around releasing the cramp in my neck. I felt burning pain as my joints, tendons and muscles readjusted. But it was a relief and I sighed in this small pleasure. 




My Abduction



His hands returned to my body, a hand underneath me grasping my lovely big breast. He squeezed it hard in an exciting way. I love having my tits mushed by a guy's hands. His other arm went over my back and I felt the fingers of his other hand tweaking my nipple on my other breast. He played with the nipple, tweaking, rubbing with a finger, flicking in with his fingernail, then sensuously rubbing the palm of his hand over the nipple. That sent electric sparks to my pussy that got my thighs working to squeeze my clit but that was impossible with the ropes binding my knees to the table.

Say thankyou you ungrateful bitch, the voice admonished me in my head. Even here, my mother is showing her disapproval at my bad manners I thought. I giggled to myself. Well, I thought it was to myself but clearly it wasn't because the arse fucker cock laughed too. Shit! He heard me I thought. Dom rules flashed again. Nothing happened though. The two guys just kept enjoying teasing my body.

Then the fingers teasing my nipple moved away and I felt the weight of the arm over my back disappear as he moved to slide that hand over my dangling belly. I felt totally vulnerable with him doing this. I was very aware of my curvy body and although I have wonderful breasts and a sexy generous bum, the trade-off is that I also have a belly of fat that hangs down in this position. I don't mind a boyfriend playing with my tits. In fact as I said earlier, I love it. And a good finger fuck of my pussy sends me over the edge but I never let them touch my tummy. I always keep it covered up. Maybe it's a hang-up from that summer's day in my bikini when my cousins called me fatty. I don't know but although I think it looks sexy and feminine, I am embarrassed to let others see me. 

And now this stranger who has just faced fucked me, is taking the liberty of massaging my belly and there's nothing I dare do about it. It feels nice though. I concentrate on the hand sliding over my belly, up to my free hanging breast for a moment and then wandering slowly, erotically down towards my sex, teasing me with each circuit as I become more and more aware of the hand getting lower and lower to my clit. He could just shove his fingers in my cunt, like some previous boyfriends have rudely done to me. But no, he's like a lover, seducing me. The contrast to the violence of his face-fuck is extreme as if it were two different people. I even contemplate having his cock in my mouth again. The sucking wasn't that bad and some parts of the face fuck were quite nice. Its as if the terror has faded and my fears have diminished. They're merging with a warm sensation around my sex as blood floods into my clit and engorges my cunt lips. My bum ring throbs with life too. It feels bigger and more sensitive and hot with a tingling I never thought possible down there. Face-fucker still swishes my breast with his other hand and I move my shoulders side to side in approval. 

I should have shaved before I went out last night I think. I was running late and only ran the razor over my legs in a quick tidy up in the shower. I like to take my time doing my pussy. I soap it in the shower and do a first shave right there and then with steaming hot water running over my back. But the light isn't that good in the bathroom and I can't see clearly in the steam to do a full close job around my clit and underneath by my bottom. 

So face-fucker's fingers brush over the short bristles of my pubic hair that doesn't have that totally sensual feeling for me when I am freshly shaved and smooth. My sex feels more sensitive when smooth and it turns me on to touch and play with it by myself. But it still arouses carnal thoughts and desires in me that I no longer seek to repress. His fingers are skilled and I want more of them. Please finger fuck me, I plead in my head. But you are being finger fucked in the arse the voice reminds me. But I want my cunny filled too I say with exasperation to voice. Soon enough girl, soon enough. You don't think they're not going to fuck your wet little cunt do you? Ok you're right, I'm being stupid here. Of course they're going to enjoy my cunt too. Dumbarse, the little girl voice sniggers. 

My thoughts are interrupted by the arse fucker's gentle, soothing voice declaring that I was doing well and he was pleased with me. Why the hell did I feel a little surge of pride in hearing that? The bastard was pushing his cock around my arse. I couldn't muster up a sense of indignation, let alone anger. I wanted to show them how good I was. It was like I was getting back at those cousins of mine calling me names like fatty all those years ago. Here were too grown men who were impressed with my sexuality. They liked my belly and my big backside. They worshipped my big tits and extended nipples. They didn't mind that I hadn't shaved my pussy recently. I wanted to hear them say nice things about me, to flatter me and not be nasty. 

Even in the van, they never called me a slut or a whore or a cum dump. Only one of them had ever spoken and he was always calm and soothing, more like a father to a daughter than anything else. I couldn't tell how old they were but face-fucker had a belly like mine. Maybe they weren't young bucks and maybe they were mature men. The thought excited me. They knew how to arouse me, that's for sure. Are they disfigured and ugly and this is the only way they can get a woman, I wondered. It didn't disgust me, I couldn't see so it didn't matter.

So I replied to his comment with the strangest thing I think I have ever said. I actually said, you're welcome! It was an automatic response as if I had made him a nice latte at the café I worked in after uni lectures. But no, I had said he was welcome to my body. The thought made me giggle with embarrassment. He chuckled a little and replied, my pleasure. Another automatic response but in this case loaded with irony. So maybe Dom rules were suspended for the moment and I was allowed to talk. Better not push my luck I thought and stayed silent. 

He didn't say anything more. Instead, I felt more cold gel squirted onto my open bum hole and the fingers worked my ring into a slippery mess making squelching noises as he finger fucked my arse all the way in and all the way out, faster and faster. I was overwhelmed with the sensation. My panic that he might rip me subsided as I gave in to his violence. 

Letting him do this is showing him you trust him, my mother's voice said in my head. The concept of me trusting my invader confused me. I'm just surviving Mum, I replied. Oh no you're not, you want to cum as much as he does. So what? I gasped to the voice. It didn't challenge me and I soaked up the now unnerving but interesting experience of a vigorous three finger stimulation of my bum. 

Then I realised my hips were pushing back in time to the entry of the fingers into my hole. My body had adopted the rhythm of his fingers and now that I focussed on it, I kept up the fuck dance until he slowed the pace and pulled his fingers out. I moved my hips back begging silently to be filled again. Nothing happened and I wriggled my bum cheeks to attract those invading fingers into my slippery, gaping bum. I didn't know what to do. It was so frustrating being toyed with like this. I could still feel the face-fucker's fingers on my belly and over my sex. So I tried to ignore the empty open sensation of my bum and instead focussed on my clit that now felt huge as it was rubbed and stretched by the now wet fingers massaging all over my belly and sex. 

Then I felt the return of the hard cock against my bum hole. Finally, I said to myself. The head pushed against the slippery opening and went in a little, putting pressure on my sphincter muscle. As he pressed harder into me, my panic started to increase again and I tossed my loose hair like a mare being mounted by a stallion. Breathe, he reminded me again as he pushed hard and the head of his cock broke through into my anal passage. He stopped and waited as I panted like a bitch on a hot day. I had frozen still and didn't dare move lest his cock would move in me. His strong hands gripped my hips and he held me still as he forced that huge cock up my virgin arse. I let out a long sound like a cow mooing, until his hips were against my bum cheeks and he was all the way in. Then he pulled out again until the head of his cock was still inside me but putting pressure on my ring. I sucked in breath and let out another low moan. He pushed his cock back up into me and I collapsed onto the table, my elbows and forearms now on the vinyl with my head in my handcuffed hands. He kept up a slow but constant pace, all the way to my ring and then back in again to the hilt.

I kept up a slow and constant moaning as he pushed up into me with each stroke. I was being anally fucked and I was becoming acclimatised to the invasion of my rectum. I was very well oiled up with gel and the cock slipped in and out without much resistance. The longer he did it, the easier it seemed to become and he didn't seem to be putting as much effort into his thrusts.

Then as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he stopped pulling away and thrusting back in again and his hands left my hips but we didn't stop fucking because it was as if we swopped roles and I continued the motion by pushing back onto is cock and then pulling away until I felt the pressure of his cock head on my ring muscle. I kept moaning too and again, as if it were natural, I increased the pace, moaning faster and faster as I fucked this fucker's cock. My belly wobbled, my tits swung and the face-fucker removed his hands. I assumed that he was enjoying the show. 

I put my handcuffed hands on the table and straightened up into a doggie position to give myself more leverage to really fuck his big cock. I'm not sure where my mind was because it was all sensations and excitement and a gloating sense of achievement. I felt powerful too, now that I had taken control of the fucking. I was using his cock with my arse. I was going to drain his hard cock until it went soft and shrank to a harmless bit of flesh. Then see who won. Fucker, I thought as I moaned louder and louder as I gained confidence. He was good though because he didn't cum, he just stood there and took my fuck of his cock like a man. 

I began to fade and slowed down my pace until I eventually stopped fucking him altogether. His cock was still way up in my insides, twitching and waiting to cum. I felt the hands back on my hips and suddenly he pushed that last little bit into me and pulled all the way out of my arse. Before I could process what was happening, he thrust the rod back into me and I really moaned that time. A big wailing primitive cry of submission as he repeated the cycle, pulling out and powering back in through my now very stretched and loose ring muscle. Faster and faster he fucked my well used arse until I collapsed again, elbows and forearms on the vinyl table. I was being had now and nothing I wanted counted and there was nothing I could do but literally take it up the arse. He was more than vigorous. He was a fuck machine, a machine gun fucker, a howitzer of a cock getting ready to fire rounds into my pooper. 

I just let him do it. I let the sensations roll around in me. I knew that if I was honest, I would say that I enjoyed it. No effort, just kneel and take it. Then he slowed the fucking but kept thrusting hard into me but not pulling out past my ring. I knew he was going to cum and as he thrust in, I pushed back as hard as I could until he got his cock as far up into me and he possibly could and gripped my hips tight as he spurted a lava of hot, juicy, sticky cum into my bowels. He pulled back and repeated this three or four times until he had given me a big load of sticky juice. He stayed in me as he softened and as cum started to dribble out and down the inside of my thigh his softening cock popped out. My first anal fuck was over. What's going to happen next I wondered as more cum slide out my arse. 

My Abduction- Part Two

For understanding this story it is best to read part one. At least read the introduction to gain context for this part.

I'm Paula and there I was tied by my knees to a sticky vinyl massage table with my arse up in the air and cum dribbling out of my open red rosebud as I rested on my elbows with my head in my hands. The dog collar around my neck chaffed like the handcuffs on my wrists. The cloth blindfold prevented me from seeing where I was but all my other senses were heightened and I could hear the two men who had just cum in my mouth and bum moving around the room. My big breasts and my fatty belly were stuck to the sticky vinyl and my knees were now painful, having supported my big arse in a doggie position for so long. I could feel the muscles of my lower back straining and in order to relieve some of the discomfort I groaned in pain as I forced myself to push up with my hands on the table to straighten my arms. 

I tried to remember the yoga positions I had done at an evening yoga class last year. I'm not dressed quite the same way now though I thought wryly to myself. The yoga class was my girlfriend Mona's idea who was on the hunt for a new boyfriend at the time and what better place to display her assets than a mixed yoga class, she had suggested to me. Mona has persevered in her plan to get me to accompany her to the classes. She had finally won me over by arriving with a parcel late afternoon at the café where I worked. In it was a pair of size 16 yoga tights and a similar top in a pretty mauve colour. The café still had a few students and office workers enjoying a last coffee of the day and as a student working part time, I knew several of the customers. 

Mona managed to thoroughly embarrass me by announcing loud enough for all to hear that I was going to start yoga classes with her and she then promptly started to strip, there and then in public, taking off her loose fitting top and tight jeans to reveal to the cheers of the male customers, her own yoga gear. The tights showed every curve of her lithe body and her mound was plain to see. She milked the crowd by rotating her hips and wriggling her tight buns at them. The yoga top was sleeveless thin, stretchy material through which her erect nipples protruded, much to the delight of the guys close by her. Mona was shameless as she danced around the tables, teasing the guys and annoying the women with them. 

Mona then opened the parcel and held up my gift for the customers to see. I blushed as several of the guys turned away from Mona to openly ogle my ample breasts in a fitted blouse. I remember glancing down to see my own nipples were plain to see as well. Shit! I thought to myself, this is turning me on. Behind the counter, I squeezed my legs together and felt my pussy tingle in my nylon panties. Oh, I thouht to myself, oh for a man to come round the counter and lift up my skirt and pull my panties down before shoving a big tool into my cunt. The thought flashed in my mind and was gone as fast as it came. My embarrassment returned and I pleaded with Mona to stop. But Mona would have none of that and to the clapping of the guys and some of the females in the café, she pranced around the counter to me and pushed me through the door into the kitchen area. The cooks had left for the day and it was deserted. I giggled and kept protesting to my friend but both of us knew that my resistance was for show to hide my embarrassment at being an exhibitionist in public. 

Mona met my eyes and we both knew that I would comply, as Mona unbuttoned my tight blouse, releasing my generous tanned breasts in a sheer bra. My eyes pleaded with Mona, but Mona simply shook her head in a no and reached round to unclip the bra. My breasts heaved as I gasped as Mona briefly and cheekily squeezed them in her tiny hands. Without pausing, Mona unzipped my jeans and tugged them off my hips and legs. Squatting down to avoid getting kitchen floor grease on her new yoga tights, Mona flipped off my sandals and helped me get my legs out of my jeans. Mona lifted her head and before I realised, Mona had licked my moist pussy through my nylon panties and then in one sleek motion Mona rose to stand up. It all happened so fast and my mind whirled in feelings and emotions of confusion. I want to kiss Mona I thought as I looked into Mona's big smile. Mona read my thoughts and gave me a quick kiss on my open lips before pulling the mauve top over my head and down to cover my breathless, heaving chest. Then, just as fast she got me into the matching tights and after I slipped my sandals back on, Mona put her hands on my back and pushed me back out into the café. 

I'll die of shame I thought as I staggered out past the counter and into the seating area where every customer ogled every curve of the tight fitting yoga pants and top. A middle-aged patron openly admired my chubby body from head to toe and back from toe to breasts. He seemed mesmerised by my protruding nipples and jiggling breasts fighting to escape the thin mauve material. As I walked past him he surreptitiously grabbed a handful of arse cheek and squeezed it before giving me a quick spank where his hand had mauled me. I felt wanton and wanted. 

The café was a chorus of cheers and laughter and I prayed that no-one noticed the groping and spanking. I glanced at the man again and he smiled politely and nodded his head down in a gesture of appreciation for the privilege of touching me. Such a gentleman I thought as embarrassment faded with the red blush on my chest and was replaced with a desire to please the audience and get their approval like the man's obvious appreciation of my young body. Mona encouraged me and together we pranced around the tables, allowing the more daring guys to touch our bums and thighs as we danced past.

Later, after I had closed the café, we went to the yoga class with an assortment of young and older women with a sprinkling of guys who were obviously there to hunt chicks rather than stretch muscles. Mona teased the shy student in the row behind us that he could stretch his muscle with her anytime. He stuttered and stammered his way through the conversation but Mona managed with her innuendo to work him up to an erect bulge in his shorts before class began. 

We all did various stretches standing up as directed by the class teacher and then knelt on our foam mats to continue stretching. The first position was downward facing dog and in a doggy position the class struck their arses well up in the air. The shy student sucked in a breath as I copied a giggling Mona as we both made a point of our pussies outlined in our tights being nicely displayed for him.

My mind returned to the present as I repeated the stretching exercises on the vinyl table. I raised my arms above my head whilst remaining in a kneeling position and rotated my arms like a propeller. Cum flooded out of my arse and my breasts and belly bounced around with the exercises. But I was still uncomfortable and wondered if they would let me stand up for a while. Dom rules echoed on my mind. No talking. Don't be a pussy, I heard my mother's voice admonish me in my mind. That's all I am to them mum, I replied. Oh no my little girl, the voice corrected. You're a dumb arse fuck too. And then my mother's hysterical laugh filled my skull. I willed myself to be calm and placed my hands in a supplicatory prayer position in front of my chest. Please, I whispered. There was silence. Please, I repeated, can I be untied and allowed to stand and stretch my legs. My knees are killing me. I bowed my head and kept praying.

There was no reply. Instead, hands tugged at the rope restraining my knees to the table and I was lifted to the floor and supported as I stood. At first my legs buckled and I whimpered in pain. But soon enough I was standing and doing little knee bends to get the blood circulating and relax the tendons in my legs. I could smell the testosterone laden sweat of the two men mixed in with cologne. It enveloped my senses in a completely carnal manner. I wanted to reach out and touch their cocks with my handcuffed hands but fear held me back. Instead I let my head nuzzle into one of the men's shoulders with my long brown hair falling over his chest. 




My Abduction



Without a word being said, he picked me up like a bride being carried over the thresh-hold and laid me down on my back onto the vinyl table. My hair draped into the face fuck dribble and cum at one end and my bum onto the arse fuck cum at the other end. I instinctively opened my thighs and moved the heels of my feet up towards my bum. I realised that I was offering myself to these men without any qualms now. 

My handcuffed hands were resting on my tummy and I rubbed my unsatisfied clit with a finger, teasing myself with soft movements up and down along each side of my engorged bud. For some reason, rubbing on the right side is always more satisfying but I like to hold off the sensations by alternating the rubbing so that the tension builds up and up more intensely. 

My, my, aren't you a fat slut pleasuring herself with no-one to love you, my little girl voice tormented me in my mind. It distracted me from the start of an orgasm and I felt the tension deflate. I was angry that the voice was preventing me gaining the release I desperately needed. Bugger off you stupid bitch, I snapped back to the voice in my head. I'm not you anymore. Don't you understand? The voice changed to my mother's, crooning, save yourself Paula. Save yourself for a man who can really satisfy you. I don't think you will have to wait long. I think you're going to get the hardest fuck of a lifetime from these bastards. Fear leap into my heart at what the voice said. A rush of adrenalin flooded into me and my heart pounded. I was now scared that they would hurt me. My hand cupped my pussy protectively and I closed my open thighs. I was an emotional mess and muddled thoughts keep jarring in my brain. I want to cum so bad. I don't want to be hurt. It's wrong to let two strangers use me. He was kind to me, stroking my hair. The anal fuck didn't hurt too much. I liked it when he came. Is this what insanity is like? I let out an audible whimper, a defeated puppy whimper. 

A pair of hands gently took my hands away from my pussy and squeezed them reassuringly. The arse-fucker guy's calm voice said, there, there, you're doing fine. I want you to relax, breathe and go with it. He then clipped the handcuffs to the dog collar around my neck and gently parted my thighs. In my head I collapsed into submission and was surprised at the relief I felt by giving into him and letting all the conflicting thoughts in my head dissipate. 

The face-fucker's hands then pulled my hips so that my pussy was at the end of the table and I felt the head of his cock rub up and down my wet cunt. He slapped his stubby thick rod onto my clit. It was wonderful. I loved it. I pushed up my hips a little in time to his cock spank of my naughty cunt clit. The more he slapped his cock on my clit, the hotter I got. I wanted that cock rammed up inside me as soon as possible. If my hands were not cuffed to the neck collar, I would have grabbed his tool and pulled it into me. I really needed cock in me. 

My hands clenched and unclenched, wanting to get at the cock spanking my pussy. The frustration was increasing in me. The cuffs kept my hands at my neck. Oh to touch that tantalising cock. That hot piece of man meat. Oh to squeeze his balls and make him cum in my hungry pussy. I wanted to plead with him to fuck me now. And stop teasing me. I wanted to be ravished. Fucked. Done. Filled. I wanted sex. Lots of dirty filthy sex with two strangers who I couldn't see. The blindfold was still tight around my head. But the caution of Dom rules flashed in my sex obsessed brain. So all I did was groan in a carnal plea for my cunt to be satisfied. 

My groan was answered by the stubby thick cock stopping. I felt the man's hand reposition the head of the cock lower down my cunt lips as he rubbed it between the juicy entrance to my sex. I pushed up to get the man meat to slid into me but he pulled back so that he continued to tease me. Shit! This is so frustrating I thought. Why won't he just fuck me, fuck, me, me, echoed around in my brain. My mother's voice reminded me to mind my manners and be a good girl. Always ask before taking something. I replied in a little girl's voice, yes mommy. That's better, she replied in my head. Now go on, ask the nice gentleman. 

Dom rules flashed again but I was beyond caring. My cunt needed satisfying after all the teasing and arse fucking, face raping action these two bastards had given me already. I needed cock up to the hilt in my soaking empty cunt. I sucked in a breath and held it in. Then I pleaded with a quiet mumble, please fuck me, please. I waited. The cock was still there ready to be forced into my pussy. Please just fuck my pussy; please fuck me, I whispered more clearly. The arse fucker's gentle voice reassured me by ignoring me and instead telling the guy with the cock at the entrance to my cunny to take me now. 

I felt the thick stubby cock push my cunt lips apart and the cock slid up into my tight pussy. I groaned aloud in satisfaction as I was opened up by the invading flesh, rock hard and insistent on taking its pleasure inside me. I felt my tits bounce back towards my head with the force of his entry. The heels of my feet lifted off the table and my bum slid in the cum already under me. I clenched my hands at my throat, desperately wanting to be free to move them down to my sex or reach up and pull this stranger's face down; so that I could stick my tongue in his mouth and feel his tongue on mine. But the cuffs clipped to my collar prevented me having any control over the situation. 

The fucker pushed until he was balls deep in my hungry pussy that needed feeding. Rough hands held my hips and he just stayed there for a while enjoying my tight pussy around his nasty cock. My body was alive with sensations, the smell of sex, the aftertaste of his cum in my mouth from before, the swollen feeing of my bum ring from the arse fuck and the pulsing void of my unattended clit. I so wanted to rub her. My clit cried out for attention. 

The swirl of conflicting thoughts flowed over the feelings. Fear, anger, frustration, longing and growing down in my deepest psyche was an overpowering animal lust that was starting to take over my being. It spoke out loud without me realising I was snarling at my two captors. Fuck me you bastards. Fuck my cunt. Give me your cocks. Now. Fuck me now.

I squeezed my pelvic floor muscles as hard as I could and tried to strangle the cock up my cunt. Again and again I grunted as I squeezed and bucked my hips against the restraining hands of my invader. I had the desired effect. The resting cock in my tight pussy withdrew until just the throbbing head was in my pussy. Then he fucked my cunt, in and out, not too fast, not too slow. Sometimes all the way in and then he would vary it and just fuck my cunt flaps. I matched his thrusts with my hips and he let me move them now. I heard my mother's voice saying, for a dumb-arse you're quite a good fuck and I replied out loud with a loud yes! 

He paused and lifted my legs up and held them wide apart. I felt so exposed and slutty. It excited me. My cunt was now wide open and as he fucked it loud slurping and slapping noises filled my consciousness. I let go all my inner constraints and imagined I was a whore, a cheap fuck to be used and dumped. I felt wonderful. More. Give me more. Fuck it hard. Use me. These words tumbled out of my mouth as I moved my head from side to side on the table. 

Then, as if in answer to my pleas, I felt the long hard cock of the gentle voiced arse fucker push into my mouth. Mmmm, was all I could respond with and I hungrily sucked the delicious tool, rolling my tongue around the tip and under it's head. He let me have some fun with his cock before he grabbed a clutch of my long brown tresses and pulled my mouth over his cock. I gagged. It was long. This cock was so long. It was as long as a an Italian salami. It's bigger than a cucumber. He had a porn star cock and I was gagging on it. Suffocating. Dying with this blood filled hot flesh down my throat. But what a way to die, flashed through my sex-addled brain. Then he withdrew and let me cough, burp and suck in a fresh lung-full of precious air. Air never felt so good. The cock pushed back in and we repeated this over and over again. Each breath of air was a reprieve from suffocation and was an affirmation of life.

The cunt fucker lifted my legs over his shoulders and bent me almost in two, my knees in my armpits and my feet above my head. My cunt was a gaping red hot hungry cock hole dribbling my juices and hungry for ravishment by a thick cum filled cock. I'm such a fat sexy slut that men hunger for I thought with a smile in my head. My face couldn't smile because my mouth was being fucked hard by a long cock. Then the cunt fucker started to slam into me, bruising my pubic bone with every thrust. It hurt. If I could have screamed out I would have been louder than a cop-car siren. But no way would that happen as slobber dribbled out of my cock fucked mouth and snot flowed out of my nose.

The cunt fucker was huffing and puffing and every now an then he grunted as he slam cock fucked my hungry pussy giving me everything he had. He was bent over me and I could feel his breathe on my face and droplets of sweat fell from his brow onto my cheek. I couldn't avoid it because the face fucker still held my hair and used my mouth for a cunt.

I couldn't think rationally anymore, I was all sex. My world was reduced to one cunt, a mouth and two lovely hard cocks. I wanted to drain them dry and get all their cum inside me. 

I felt the beginnings of a tension in my pussy as the cunt fucker excited my g spot to a swollen mass of cock obsessed flesh inside my ravished pussy. Each time he pulled back he hit that spot and each time he slammed back in the pain took away the beginnings of my orgasm. But there was no holding it back now; it built higher and higher. I knew it was going to hit me any time soon. I had never felt like this before. I was a sex goddess. I was the most sexual woman on the planet at that moment. Nothing compared to this feeling of tension, anticipation, loss of control, freedom and lust. Then he pulled out and thrust back in as my orgasm hit me. He didn't stop as my arse lifted off of the table and my hands tried to escape the cuffs and collar. He fucked and fucked and fucked me as I came in great waves of electric sparks in my cunt and belly and then all over my arms and legs. 

The cock twitched in my mouth and started to cum with me. We both shared the incredible orgasm that overwhelmed me. My cunt fucker followed with an animal series of loud growls and grunts and the caveman cunt fucker filled my pussy at last with lovely sticky cum. 

I tossed and turned and tensed and untensed on the table as much as they allowed me. I was still cumming. Just as I started to relax and feel the release of orgasm, it would hit me again and my body tensed up in bliss again and again. The cunt fucker's cock was softening but he still moved inside me enough to keep me orgasming for ages. He only had to push a little and it would set me off again. 


Each time I tensed, I opened my mouth, afraid I would bite the softening long salami of a tool still in my mouth. Then I would hungrily enjoy sucking it and licking it as the orgasm coursed through the rest of my body. I was making purring sounds as I experienced the sexiest most amazing sensual experience of my life. I felt beautiful in an unrestrained primitive way. I didn't care what the voice of my mother might say in my head. I no longer cared what the little girl was so hung up on about her body image. I was a woman and I wanted to experience being used, taken, fucked and enjoyed by men who could satisfy this deep-seated desire that I had never previously identified. They had opened me up literally and also in my mind they had revealed something I never knew was possible. They let me enjoy their soft cocks until I finally sighed and lay still.

The cunt fucker let my legs flop down onto the table and the face fucker unclipped the cuffs from my collar. He removed the cuffs and the collar and I felt a rough wool blanket draped over me. I think they may have left me alone in the room, or maybe they stood and watched. I will never know. I drifted off into a beautiful dreamless sleep and woke to the blanket being removed and one of my abductors gently lifting me off the table and helping me to stand. 

I stretched and they let me adjust to standing again. The blindfold was still over my eyes and I felt a wet handtowel handed to me. I wiped my cum covered face and then between my dripping legs. The towel was taken away and a glass of water given to me. I was thirsty and gulped it down.

Next, my piss sodden panties were handed to me. They were damp but didn't smell. One of them must have rinsed them and wrung out the excess water as best as he could. I pulled the cold lacy material over my swollen cunt. Then they dressed me until I was returned to the state I was when they abducted me. I was guided back to the van and helped into the back. Still blindfolded I sat down on the floor and waited. The engine started and we drove until we pulled up and the side door opened. No-one had spoken as they helped me out of the van. 

There I stood, on a sidewalk that I presumed was where they had first taken me. Then I said something really weird and in the circumstances surprising. Kiss me, I asked. The only voice that I had heard gently said don't look round, just wait until we are gone. He untied the blindfold and I blinked. For a moment I couldn't see anything. It was dark. Then I saw the street-lights and the shapes of the darkened houses. I was exactly where they had taken me. Ok, I replied. Then he whispered into my ear, I'll kiss you next time. Same place; same time next week. Bye for now. And he walked away. I heard the van engine start and recede as they drove away. 

I touched my face and explored it with my fingers for a while. Did I look any different I wondered. I looked down at my clothes. It was as if it had all been a fantasy I conjured up as I walked. But I knew it was real. My damp panties attested to that. And my swollen butt ring, the pain in my pubic bone, my sore back from being bent over and the strain in my jaw. And of course, the taste of their cum still in my mouth. 

I started to walk. I had choices to make. Report to the police? Tell Mona? Phone Mum? Go home and shower? Sleep? Masturbate? What will I do this time next week? I started to hum to myself and I sashayed down the dark street to my apartment as I teased a nipple with one hand.



My Abduction



Hi there :) This is my first try at writing a story. It ended up being much longer than I anticipated, so I'm making this the first chapter of a few installments instead of just doing one chapter. Please let me know what you think. I'm open to any editing, comments on my style, or tips on where you think this should go. There will be multiple men, and BDSM elements throughout the story, I just haven't gotten to the erotica part yet. "Yet" being the emphasis ;) Hope you enjoy!

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My long auburn ponytail swayed, loosely brushing against my back and hitting my elbows as I ran. The lake was cool and calm to my right, with slow ripples reflecting the warm sunset and the mountains, and the skate park ahead of me was quiet in the warm dusk. Since the weather had warmed, making the short drive to the lake then running around it had become my routine. It was a pleasant change from the monotony of the treadmill and stifling heat of the workout room at my apartment complex. 

One, two, one, two, one, two. The steady beat of my sneakers against the concrete trail had finally progressed to a rhythm I was proud of. The treadmill told me it was at seven miles an hour the last time I had run on it. It wasn't a difficult pace for me to maintain any more. Popping up and forward off of my toes, I swung my knee forward and upward from the hip, easily keeping an open, steady stride. Yes, I was very proud of my pace. It yielded eight-minute miles, and my stamina had increased dramatically. 

As I passed the empty skate park and crossed the footbridge over the small canal, I felt the familiar pressure in my lungs, and burning building in my legs. It was almost the end of my second straight mile, and I longed for my headphones to fill my ears with music and give me the inspiration to push through the burn. But my brothers, parents, and several self-defense and martial arts instructors had imprinted on my mind how dangerous it was to run with headphones in. It deprived my body of one of my senses, something I didn't like anyway, so it didn't bother me too much, other than wistfulness for extra motivation. 

My breathing became more ragged and labored as it became harder to keep up my free-swinging stride. A glance at my watch told me that if I maintained my pace to the end of the lake, my two miles today would be just under sixteen minutes. Ah, there was my motivation. Filling my lungs deeply with each breath, I was winded and glad to slow my pace to an open walk by the time I rounded the lake and reached the playground. 

Stopping briefly at my car, I grabbed my water bottle and light jacket before continuing walking to cool down. It may be late April, but the evenings still get chilly once the sun disappears behind the mountains like it is now. The magnificent oranges, golds, and pinks that had lit the clouds aflame like cotton balls soaked in kerosene were fading to dull greys, and the purple mountains had become black silhouettes along the horizon. I sipped from my water bottle as I turned onto the trail winding through the trees, enjoying the fatigue in my quads and calves, and the rare silence of the small park. 

Placing my water bottle on the ground, I stopped a moment to stretch my legs a bit before I continued my walk. As I bent over, a cool breeze tickled up my shorts, and I wished for more cover on my legs. The stretch in my hamstrings burned, and the relief as I stood was short lived when I felt a strong arm around my waist. My reflexes were fast from riding horses and sparring, and as I spun to my right, I struck out with the side of my right fist, hoping to land a lucky blow. It missed, so I followed up with a kick launched from my left leg, aiming at his head. This blow connected, and he dropped like a rock onto the concrete path.

The fatigue in my legs and lungs was gone as adrenaline flooded my system. It was almost a half-mile back around the lake to get to my car, but I sprinted as fast as I could to try and get to my phone before my assailant pursued me further. Over my own panicked breathing and fast footsteps, I could hear more masculine panting and heavier tread behind me. Not letting my pace slow, I launched forward with each stride. But the intense adrenaline was fading, and fear began to cloud my thinking as my fatigued muscles begged for reprieve. I couldn't make it to my car while taking the trail - my body was too exhausted. Could I cut across the drainage canal? The sides were steep, nearly vertical, but if I ran along the bottom of it for a bit before climbing out, I might be able to make a shortcut to my car. 

The footsteps behind me sounded closer as it became impossible to maintain my sprint, and I felt a whimper escape my lips. Turning right onto the grass, I slowed my pace to set up my jump into the ditch. Motion from my left caught my eye, and I slammed to a stop, bracing myself for impact. Time seemed to slow as I felt his body slam into mine, and I launched my elbow upwards into his chin as his momentum carried us both to the ground. My stop had caught him unprepared though, and I rolled into the fall to pop back onto my feet. Not sparing a glance backwards, I sprinted to the ditch and dropped down into the dark pit.

Light had completely faded, and I realized what a terrible idea trying to run through the drainage canal was. The ground was uneven, and without any light, I couldn't see the rocks at my feet or any handholds to climb back out. Since I couldn't run any more, my only option was to hide if I could. Fumbling blindly, my hand groped along the side for a depression in the dirt wall. There was none. 

A darker patch further ahead caught my eye, and I could just make out the shape of tangled brambles. It wasn't much, but it was my only option. Moving as quickly as I could towards the dark patch, I heard low voices echoing above me. They weren't shouting, which would draw attention to the park, attention I desperately needed. Branches scratched my pale legs as I pushed through the brambles to the dirt wall of the canal. Once I reached the mud, I smeared what was on my hands onto my legs and hoped it would break up my silhouette enough to escape notice. The brambles didn't provide much cover, but, fortunately for me, my jacket was a dull brown and wouldn't draw the attention of my pursuers.

Darkness settled in even more heavily as the low dusk moved to night. The air was cold, maybe forty degrees, and I shivered slightly. Even curled into a ball, I was losing heat. The mud was leeching it out of me. Even with my self-defense training, I wasn't prepared for this. Since moving out of my mothers' house and into my own apartment, I had done what I could to ensure that I wouldn't become a victim of assault. But classes only prepared you for so much, and all the classes I had taken only prepared me for short-term, one-on-one confrontations, not long-term pursuit. 

Keeping my breathing steady, I attempted to focus my mind. The park had been empty while I was running today, something that was unusual, and something that didn't seem like coincidence any more. Remembering how hard I had kicked the man that grabbed my waist in the trees, I didn't think he had been the one that tackled me. He would have been too disoriented to run after me that quickly. There were at least two men pursuing me, and maybe a third. The man who tackled me came from my direct left, not from my back like the man who had been chasing me along the trail. Two men had been in the trees, and a third further up the trail. Someone had planned this quite extensively. 

The silence in the canal is almost stifling. There were no rustles from animals, and I no longer heard voices above me. I felt like a rabbit in a hole, which is essentially all I was at this point. Rabbits that wait in their dens are the ones that get eaten; it gives the hounds too much time to cut off escape points. I smeared more mud along my legs to keep from virtually glowing in the dark night, and took a deep breath of cold air before slowly pushing my way through the brambles. The rustling seemed deafening in the silence, and I froze as my keys clinked loudly in my pocket. Crouching back down, I slowly took the car key and apartment key off of my carabineer, and placed the rest of the keys on the ground, squishing them into the mud so they wouldn't be found easily. Placing the two I had removed back in my pocket, I resumed moving the branches aside. 

Once free of the brambles, I looked at my surroundings. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see that it wouldn't be as impossible as I had feared to climb back out of the canal, just difficult. The tree roots along the top didn't reach far enough down the embankment for me to grab easily, but if I could climb up a few feet, they'd be within my reach. I peered into the darkness behind me, making sure none of my pursuers were waiting. Looking forward, towards my car, there was nothing but a black corridor, with darker black walls and pale light from the stars peeking through the tree branches. 

My skin shivered violently from the wet mud, and I moved forward cautiously. The rocks were treacherous in the dark, and it wasn't long before I twisted my ankle. Mentally berating myself, I decided to try and climb out of the ditch here instead of further down like I had planned. I had already hurt myself; it was too dangerous to stay down here in the dark. Being out in the open would risk me being seen, but with the short reprieve I'd had, maybe I could run the rest of the way to my car.

I shoved my toes deep into the muddy wall in front of me, knowing that it was unstable. I'd need to launch upward to plant my other foot before this one broke through the mud, and grab a root if I could. Reaching my hands up, I buried one hand into the dirt to pull upwards, leaving the other free to grab at whatever is above me. One, hop. Two, crouch. Three, launch. The dirt crumbled away from me as I put my weight into my leg, but I managed to anchor my other foot before I completely lost my footing in the loose wall. My free hand smacked against something hard, and I reach for it, grasping frantically. My fingers locked around it, and I slowly moved my other hand upwards, searching for another hold as I balanced precariously on the crumbling dirt beneath my feet. As my other hand found a hold, I pressed my toes into the earth and pushed upwards, climbing again with my hands. Repeating the process, I soon made it to the top of the embankment. 

By peeking over the edge, I could see the trail ahead running from east to west, leading to my car on one end, and disappearing into the trees at the other. What I didn't see was anybody waiting for me. My arms trembled with fatigue from holding myself on the wall, and reluctantly I pulled myself out of the ditch. Once crouched on the ground, I surveyed my surroundings again, and again, I saw nothing but the cold, dark night. Fear began to creep into the edges of my mind, and panic tingled at my fingertips. I could feel that they were waiting for me - I just couldn't see them. 

The hairs along my body stood up, and my ears strained to hear what my eyes couldn't see. My blood seemed to boil, and the tension within me snapped as I sprinted to my car. Were the footsteps I heard my own, or someone else's? The car was almost within my reach. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the car key. Was that my breathing? My body slammed into the car, and I spun around with my hands up, guarding my face. There was no one there to grab me but the boogeyman. A wheezing noise made me jump before I realized that it was coming from me, and that I was hyperventilating. Spinning back around, I slammed the key into the lock on the door, and threw it open before jumping into the drivers seat.

My breathing had calmed by the time I parked my car, it was only five minutes to get back to my apartment. Tears were pooling in my eyes, and as I walked across the parking lot and up the stairs to my front door, they began to spill over my eyelids and cut channels through the mud on my face. As I closed the door behind me, I collapsed into a heap on the carpet. I didn't sob. I didn't scream. I didn't hyperventilate again. I just let the tears roll down my face and let the tremors from my panic wrack my body. Without getting up, I took my jacket off and wiped my face with it before wrapping my arms around my knees and burying my face in them. I don't know how long I stayed there before the shaking stopped, but once it did, I realized that something was wrong. My cats hadn't greeted me.

Something clicked in my brain. If someone had planned this like I thought, they probably knew where I lived. My head snapped up from my legs just as a hand grabbed my hair from behind to pull me to my feet. I opened my mouth to scream, knowing that my neighbors would hear, but before the sound could escape my mouth something hard – a fist probably - connected with the side of my face before a hand covered my mouth. The hand in my hair let go, and I brought my arms up to pull at his hand on my mouth. His forearm snaked behind mine, and wrapped around my throat. My head was spinning from the blow, and I couldn't breathe behind the hand on my mouth. When I felt his forearm around my neck, I tried to scream again, but nothing more than a muffled moan came out. 

Again and again, I tried to scream, twisting and flailing as I panicked and tried to writhe away from him. My heels connected with his shins and instep, but his grip was iron, and he made no noises as I flailed against him. My energy was fading quickly with his hand over my mouth and his arm around my throat, and I'm sure he knew it. Before long, I had no air left to scream, and he flexed his arm into my neck as he moved his hand from my mouth to the back of my neck, pressing my soft throat into the unyielding mass of his forearm. 

A choking rattle came from my lips as I tried to breathe past his chokehold. He only pressed his arm harder into the back of my neck, cutting off my air completely. Futilely, I tried to wriggle out of his arms, thrusting my hips back to try and push him off of me while pulling downward on his arm, digging my nails into his flesh. This only served to make my knees buckle and add my own weight, aided by gravity, to the pressure on my neck. Some primal part of me was unwilling to give up, and even as white tinged the edges of my blackening vision, and spots appeared before my eyes, I writhed and squirmed. I hated my body as I felt my legs stop moving and collapse beneath me, letting him hold me up by my throat. As I slipped from consciousness, I felt him lay me to the ground, still pinning me with his body, and I could do noting but pass into the void.