12 comments/ 91427 views/ 32 favorites Taken By: SweetSam42 Sit back and relax. Let’s play together and have some fun... Thank you so much for the nice emails and feedback on my previous audios. Please let me know if you enjoy this one! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Taken . . . You are leaving the grocery store. It's been an exhausting day. It hasn't been bad or stressful - just busy and you're more wiped out than you've been in a long time. It's hot today and you've got one of your black maxi dresses on. As you walk out to your car, you notice a single flower with a small envelope. When you open the envelope there is only a brief message: "Whatever happens tonight is planned and created for our pleasure and excitement. Love, Your Silverback" A coy smile crosses your face and you realize that just the note made you incredibly wet. As you get into your car, you place the card with the message against your instrument panel. You're intrigued. You're turned on. Your nervous. You crank your car and pull out of the parking lot. You're headed to see a friend briefly downtown. You park and walk to meet your friend, your mind consumed on the note. Once at there, you and and your friend share a few drinks and several stories from the week and the weekend before. As the sun begins to set and you realize that you need to be getting home, you settle your tab and head to your car as darkness begins to fall. You make the turn down a side street and as you approach your car, you get a bad feeling as you look up and see a van swerve to the wrong side of the street towards you. All of a sudden there is a screech of tires. You're grabbed forcefully by what is obviously two strong men and some sort of hood is pulled over your head. You are roughly picked up by the men and carried a very short distance before you are dropped on an incredibly unforgiving metal floor. A door slams shut and the squeal of the tires announces the van speeding away. You struggle to free yourself, but you are manhandled and bound and quickly realize that fighting is useless. The ropes are cutting into your wrists and ankles. You feel a foot on your neck. Panic rises in you as you feel a rough hand paw its way up your skirt. It hurts and you're more panicked, embarrassed, and slightly ashamed when you realize how wet you have become. There's a grunt and your hear the term slut and whore. All you can think is, "What the fuck is going on!!!". The hand moves back down your thigh and there's a trail of wetness left behind. The foot on your neck continues to add pressure and suddenly you feel alone and scared as your body is slightly abused bouncing on the hard floor as the van travels through the city. Then - all of a sudden - the hood is ripped. A hole has been ripped low on your face. You gasp and realize that a dick is being jammed against your mouth. You close it tightly. Your nose is pinched. It hurts. It hurts a lot, but you're not opening your mouth. Theses cock suckers aren't going to have their way without a fight. They obviously don't know your determination as they continue to squeeze harder. Then suddenly you realize that the pain is secondary. They have cut off your air. The panic returns as you realize what is happening. You can't hang on. You try, but can't and you gasp for air. As you do, the cock is quickly plunged into your mouth. You want to fight it, but air is more important. You try and pull away. It's not working because they have you by the back of the head and there's nothing to do except resign yourself to this cock in your mouth. They continue to restrict your oxygen so your mouth has to stay open as you realize the cock is beginning to slide in and out. It is thoroughly engorged and whoever it is is obviously taking great sexual pleasure on forcing their will on you. You think that maybe, if you're compliant, you may end up getting an opening to escape. As you begin to slowly massage his dick with your tongue and lips, you hear him groan. For the first time you notice that you too are getting turned on. You block it out. This the beginning of a plan to get away from these monsters. They have completely released your nose as you have begun to suck his cock in earnest. He is relaxing and moaning as you take him deeper and deeper into your throat. It is harder than usual without your hands, but you want to please him so he will let his guard down. He's beginning to really thrust himself into your mouth. You choke. You gag. But you keep taking it, hoping he is losing control. Having him fully in your mouth and pushing your limits is definitely awakening something deep within you. The more he groans and the harder he thrusts, the more you realize that you are pleasuring this man that has become your master. Suddenly, he withdraws from your mouth. You're disappointed. You're saddened. Did you do something to disappoint him??? Did you do something to make him angry??? You leave your mouth open so he can reenter if he chooses. Then you are manhandled roughly again as you are brought to your knees and bent over. Face on the cold metal floor. Feeling the vibrations of the uneven road. He is behind you and says something again about the slut you are. You feel like he might be right as it crosses your mind that you were almost hoping he would put the dick you had just slobbered on into your soaking wet cunt. You're hurting between the pain from the ropes around your wrists and your knees and face being against the hard metal floor, but that is nothing compared to the incredible pleasure the has been building in you. Your thinking stops completely as you feel him slide into you from behind. He smacks your ass and starts a smooth rhythm entering and withdrawing from your pussy. He pulls of your hair and there's a sting to your scalp and then another hard spank to your ass as the speed that thrusts into you gets more desperate and savage. You can't believe what's going on. You are being forced into being this guy's fuck doll against your will and are completely consumed by the slut-filled pleasure it is giving you. It's like you can't get enough. You feel your wetness practically pouring down the inside of your thighs. You really don't care how you're used anymore, you just want it to continue. Before you realize what is going on you are embarrassed to realize that an orgasm is rapidly building within you. You can't help it as it washes over you. You cry out as your entire body tenses and erupts in pleasure. He obviously knows what is happening. He doesn't let up to allow you to recover at all. He plunges into you even more feverishly as you are nothing more than an exhausted rag doll. It takes mere moments before he explodes deep inside you. You want to object, but you can't. You're too exhausted. Too spent. You have stopped worrying about everything - the ropes, the hood, your body exposed, everything. You collapse to the cold floor and before you know it are fast asleep. . . . . . . Taken She was lying on the bed, thinking he would be home soon. She had been waiting for him. His one simple text message 15 minutes earlier had gotten her damp between the legs. "When I get home, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before." She wanted to know what he had in store for her, he wouldn't say, he didn't answer when she text him back. He was teasing her, making her wait, turning her on. God he turned her on, all kinds of things were going through her mind, all kinds of things that were starting to make her wet. Her hand wandered down her body, over her top. She felt her nipples through the thin material, they had already gotten hard. She gave them a little pinch and felt the pleasure surge through them and down towards her slick pussy. Her hand continued downwards, she had only a lace thong on. She ran it over the top of the material to feel how wet she was already, and then slid it inside. Feeling for her clit which was engorged, throbbing, wanting to be touched. Pussy lips slick with her juice. She gently rubbed her clit, back and forth, closing her eyes, god that felt good. Her other hand reached up to pull her top down to free her tits to play with them while she rubbed her clit...damn... A noise, a door closing. She opened her eyes to see him standing there, one hand on her erect nipple, one hand in her wet panties. He dropped his jacket on the chair and just stood there looking at her. "Did I say you could start without me?" He didn't look too impressed. "Um no," she managed to say. "I didn't think so, stand up," he said. She slid her hand out of her soaked panties, and stood up before him. Tits hanging out her tank top, fingers slick with her juice, he grabbed her hand, and shoved her fingers in her mouth. "Like how you taste? Huh? You're going to pay for playing with yourself without me. You don't do anything unless I tell you to, understood?" She nodded, pussy throbbing. He knew she loved when he took control over her, only this time she had no idea what was going on in his head. "You look like a slut standing here, with your tits hanging out, and your juices over your hand... are you a slut?" "Yes," she managed to whisper. "Yes what?" He bought his hand down on her left tit and spanked it hard, making her scream out, but it felt so fucking good. "Yes I'm a slut." "Who's slut?" he asked. Grabbing the other tit hard, pulling on the nipple, twisting it a little bit. "I'm your slut," she could hardly stand up, and he knew what was happening to her body right now, and he revelled in it. "Yes you are, and don't you forget it. Now strip for me slut." She fumbled with her top, trying to get it off...She managed to remove it, wondering if her legs were gonna give way...Her nipples rock hard, he took one in each hand and pulled hard on them. "Ooh god..." She cried out. He looked at her deep in the eyes." You love having these big tits squeezed hard, don't you? You love it when I pull on your nipples like this don't you slut?" "Oh god yes," she was squirming between the legs, she was so wet, he let go of her nipples and his hand went to her thong and he hooked a finger in the sides, starting to slide them off. Then just ripped them off her. She stood there naked before him...not quite knowing what to do. She needn't have worried. He was about to take control of her body in ways she never imagined, he instructed her to lay back on the bed." Show me that pussy, slut." Her eyes wide...she opened her legs, never taking her eyes off him. Holding his gaze, she ran a hand over her pussy, using two fingers she slid between her folds. Opening herself up for him. Showing him, dipping a finger into her sex, all the while looking at him watching her play with herself, rubbing, pinching her clit, sliding her fingers deep into her throbbing wet pussy. He came towards her, held her thighs open wide, and flicked his tongue over her throbbing clit, grazing his teeth against it, causing her just a little bit of pain which made arch her back as she hit that spot inside her with her fingers that made her go wild and lose total control as she squirted for her lover. She knew he loved to see her pussy squirt, he was the one that taught her after all. After coming down from her furious orgasm she opened her eyes to see him standing there, he had removed his pants, and was standing there before her, his huge dick hard as a rock, she knew what he wanted, she knew what she had to do. She sat up and kneeled before him, taking his length in her hand. At first slowly running her tongue up and down his rock hard shaft, gently sucking on the head, licking back down, back to his balls. Taking one in her mouth sucking gently, looking up at him while he stared down at her, holding her hair, he grunted, "suck it harder slut, show me how a slut sucks cock." She loved when he ordered her what to do, she started to suck him in deeper into her mouth. Sucking him hard and fast while she worked a hand up and down his length at the same time. She felt his fingers twisting through her hair as she sucked him, he grabbed the back of her neck, and started to fuck her face. He shoved his dick deep into her throat, grunting, loving watching her swallow his dick, making gagging sounds from the back of her throat. Him thrusting his hips harder so she took him all, her eyes watering from the force of it. He took his dick from her mouth, and wiped it over her face, she looked like a true slut now, covered in his pre-cum and her saliva. He bent down, and lifted her to her feet, turned her around and bent her over, on her hands and knees. No words needed, he positioned himself behind her, holding his throbbing dick in his hand, rubbing it over her cunt, teasing her clit. Holding her hip with the other hand...then with one thrust, he was inside her. She screamed out in utter pleasure, he began to pump his dick in and out with force. Making her scream even more, bringing one hand down and spanking her ass hard. Yeh she knew this body belonged to him, he knew it...He loved to control her by fucking her, he knew exactly what she loved, and he knew exactly how to give it her. He fucked her harder, loving how wet her tight little cunt was feeling around his dick, he gripped his fingers through her hair, pulling...hard...she moaned..." You like my big dick fucking you hard don't you slut? Is this how you like to be fucked? All she could do was scream out, "YESSSSSSS!!" He spanked her ass again, "yes what?" "Yes fuck me like this, fuck me like I'm your dirty little slut." He thrust harder, grunting, leaning forward to grab her arms so her face fell down, and her ass was raised even more, he pulled both her arms behind her back and continued fucking her like this. She was unable to move, knowing she was about to cum so fucking hard around his dick, she could feel it building inside her, OHH my Godddd," she screamed out. "I'm gonna cum!!" He pounded her cunt harder " Cum you little slut, cum for me!" She lost control of her body, her actions..."fuckkkk!" she screamed loudly as her cunt exploded round his dick. Him feeling her juice dripping down his shaft, her orgasm seemed to go on for ever. He pulled out of her soaking cunt, and rolled her over onto her back. Pulling her arms above her head, and cuffed both wrists to the bed posts. He kneeled before her, spread her legs wide, and rammed his dick right into her again, deep, as far as he could go inside that slutty little cunt that he owned. He loved fucking his slut, he grabbed her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. Reaching under and cupping her ass with his hands and raising her off the bed, so he could fuck her deeper. He was gonna cum inside her like this, her not able to move. He was gonna make her body cum the same time as he did. He loved when his slut came at the same time as him. They both began moaning and screaming together. He pounded her more, his balls slapping against her. Her thrashing around, cuffed, him looking right into her eyes, holding her hips as he felt his own orgasm build up inside him, starting to grunt, feeling himself about to cum inside his slut. Filling her pussy full of his cum "ughhh cum with me, slut, I'm gonna cum inside you." She started to grip his dick with her cunt, wanting to milk him dry. Makin him groan, she could feel him cumming inside her, "fuck yessss oh my Goddddddd baby!!" His cum started to shoot inside her. He called her a slut over and over as he came deep in her cunt and her own orgasm took over her entire body, and she screamed, god it felt so fucking good. He collapsed on top of her, panting, sweaty, breathing fast. Her chest rising up to meet his, he reached up and undid the cuffs. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him close, her legs still wrapped around him, "Mmmm welcome home baby." He looked down at her smiling, pushing her hair from her face, all damp. Kissing her softly on her lips, telling her he loved her, as his breathing got slower, he held her and they eventually drifted off to sleep in each others arms. The End Taken I have to thank my friend Michael who encouraged me to write this... This one is for you. ***** I woke in the morning to a warm bed, me being tightly wrapped in the covers. To be truthful, the warmth I was feeling wasn't mainly from the think cotton comforter I was in; it came from the body of the man that lay beside me. As I stretched my body out working out the kinks, I felt him stir and his arm came over me, slid under the comforter and two fingers slide up and tweaked my nipple which immediately got hard under his touch. He pulled the sheet down and rolled me, exposing his two nipples to the air as they were his, no longer mine, as his hand began their game again. His mouth descended and he began to flick the tip of his tongue over the right nipple as his other arm came around and he began to palm the left breast and roll the nipple with his fingers. In my impatience, I pulled him over, completely on top of me and shifted my behind down trying to get what I know was there for me; his dick. He squeezed my breast tightly and nipped my nipple and switched breasts. The cool air of the morning made my nipples stand even more to attention. His hand left my breast and slid their way down my body, to my pussy and he rubbed his fingers over and around my clit, gathering my wet slick cream to make his job easier. Switching breast again he continued to suck, flicking his tongue around and around and then using his lips and teeth to nip and tug on my nipples as his fingers continues to circle and flick on my clit, he shifted suddenly and slid down my body; took his hands and lifted my legs up and back to present my pussy to the open air and to his face. Bracing my legs with one arm, he uses his other to take his fingers to spread my pussy open as his tongue descended and he started to have his morning breakfast. His tongue bypassed my clit and focused on the entrance, rimming his tongue around and around. Teasing me, testing my impatience as the room began to warm, he took one of his fingers and slowly begun to sink it inside of me and curled his finger upward and began to flicker his finger up and down quickly, finding that spot and taking advantage of it. His tongue then descended on my clit and started to lick and flick up and down and left and right. Around and around while his finger kept that motion. My pussy started to gush as I felt that pull...that rise...that tightening of my muscles that told me I was going to come, he slid out that finger and kept his tongue in place. Shifting me at the same time as my body began to sag from the pleasure, he slid two fingers in this time and I felt the tightening get stronger and the muscle inside my leg starting to tense. My own hands came up and started to squeezed and pinch my nipples, feeling their neglect. He started that quick jerking motion and began to see-sawing his fingers in my cunt, never stopping his tongue from being on and around my clit. The pressure inside start to break over me, he removed his tongue and extracted his fingers and let me body drop to the bed, looked down at me, the sun now peeking through the curtains and said "That's for moving. You know I like to control this..." My mouth was open and my eyes were clenched shut but at the suddenness of his movements when my body hit the bed I opened them, I looked at him and the words from last night slipped from my lips "Please...". "Fuck me pleaseeeeee..." "Don't tease me like this..." "You know I don't like teasing" Apparently like he was listening to my demands, or he wanted me to beg for him, he took his body and leaned over me and held his dick in his hand, looked down and began to rub the thick tip all over and around my clit ... gathering all the wet and all the liquid that was trickling from me on his cock and I can hear the wet slapping sucking sounds of his dick rubbing my wet. With his dick in hand, he began to press his head in; not entering me but pressing on me to feel the pressure and the heat and then he started rubbing again, around and around my clit, tapping the thick head on my clit and then rubbing again and then pressing in ; letting an inch sink into me. I felt my cunt stretch and as wet as I was, I burned. He then took it out and began to rub again. I wiggled trying to entice him to stop playing and he looked up at me, seeing my hands still on my breast pulling and twisting my nipples a little more violently than before, he smirked; knowing a tip of pain was just what I wanted. He took his dick and sank all his inches in, right until he hit the bottom of me, the choked scream cut off as my hand flied off my breast to his legs, trying to ease him up a bit. He looks at me and says "No... Take it all..." and processed to grind his dick in circles, feeling him rub all inside and slowly lifts up and slides it out; just leaving the tip inside me and does it again...again. I rise up feeling him hit my cervix, the pleasure pain radiating was intense. he slides out quickly and repositioned me, seeing that this position wasn't giving him the true angle he wanted. He sat up on his knees and pushed my legs over and told me to hold them. He grabs a pillow and positions it under my ass, kneels to the edge of the pillow and slides in all in one push. I release my legs, stretching it out, trying to relieve some of the pressure of him all inside. He looks at me, pauses and says "Baby... hold them..." I stretch my arms up and around my legs and spread them, feeling my pussy tighten up all around his dick. I feel the pressure in me rise and I knew I wasn't going to last long like this. He leaned over and I felt him slide a little bit further in and touch that spot that made my eyes roll. He shifted slightly and touched that spot again and again and again until I tightened up around him and let go. The slight scream left my mouth and I felt him swell inside me and he continued to touch that spot again and again and then he withdrew and thrust in, fucking me through my first orgasm. He shifted and started thrusting harder, each hit harder and longer than the last... His hand came and surrounded my throat and slightly squeezed as he kept thrusting in and out deeper and deeper, his tip kissing my cervix on each thrust. Pain and intense pleasure blurring and blurring until I didn't know which was which... the sounds of my wet sloppy pussy was in the air as trickles of sweat started to run down his chest and mine... Huffs of air and small gargles where all the sounds coming from my throat as he continued to rip this pussy apart. As he withdrew, I tightened my walls around him and felt his dick increase his throbbing, he felt hotter and thicker and longer and harder, as he stayed in on a thrust and started to swirl and grind his dick inside. He touched that spot and that was the end of me again. I came long around his dick in a stream of wet. All of the wet I can see in the early morning light, all above his dick, all on his dick... his dick glistening as he slightly withdrew and dug in again. He swirled and swirled and swirled his dick in my soaking wet pussy and slightly thrust, since I was clamped down tight on him. He pulls out and I feel my wet running down my ass and he raises his hand an smacks my bottom. "Up..." As I unclasp my hands around my rubbery legs to straighten them to move, they began violently trembling and he sees this and smiles at me the sunlight breaking through the curtain has him looking like the devil himself. I look at him and said how and he turned and said on your knees and my eyes opened; knowing that this position is murder for me, but I do as he asked. I got on my knees in the bed, breasts flat on the mattress, ass high in the air. Back arched, legs spread and waited for him. He gets of the bed and stands at the end behind me and did that annoying thing again, rubbing his dick all on my clit but he shifted and started to slide in and my back started to come up of the bed. His hand reached out and pushed me down as he pushed in more and more... My arm reached out trying to hold on to him but it was fruitless. I came, just as he bottomed out in me but with some of him still left outside. He moved his hands from off my back and spread my legs some more and my back sank down a little further and my ass cocked up to take more of him fully inside. With my ass in the air, spread out and struggling to take is dick, he nudged me; his indication he wants me to move. I braced my elbows on the bed and rocked back. Feeling for him and pushed my ass back trying to take more of him, I used my shoulders to brace myself and began fuckin him from where I was kneeled; pushing back and easing forward. Back and forward, back and forward, moving slowly, Fighting all the time to take him, he pushed forward when I rocked back and sent bit more of him in. I gasped and reached backwards to hold him, to ease him up as this was too much of him, he took my hands in his hands and lifted my chest up; locked my arms together with one of his and began to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Slamming himself home, he stroked deep and fast and I came around him yet again and yet he didn't stop. He kept up that same punishing rhythm, in out...in out... deep, hard, fast... making me feel every single inch he had to give. His other hand, he reached around and pulled at my nipple just a tweak and slide his hand up and circled my throat, knowing that this will push me over the edge again and it did. Orgasm number 2 or is it 3? I lost count by now because my body was in the free fall zone. I feel his strokes getting a bit rougher and stronger yet still harder and longer at the same time and he leans coming in closer to me and dropped two kisses on my neck and said I'm going to come. He releases my throat and I say come. He lets my arms go and I drop back down to my knees, hands braced on the bed. he pushes me over further and grabs my hips and starts to hit me hard. His stokes, I'm feeling them all and then he nudges that spot and I itched forward a bit. Being in cue with me, he adjusts his position slightly and hits that little spot again and again and again and again and I feel the burn coming of a big one. He rubs into that crease and then did a little grind and starts stoking me again, deep and hard and then I feel it, him starting to come and the wet intensely full feeling I get, as he settled deep. Jerking his dick inside and that last flex that scarped that place, sent me into another orgasm, my toes bend, the scream ripped from my throat, my arms collapsing, my body trying to shield me from the intensity of it... He began to slide his dick out and it set me off again; not as strong but hard enough. He pulled out completely and I lay in the same position trying to gather myself. He stood and walked to the bureau in the room and looked at something on it. My mind was nowhere close to understanding what was going on. He looked back over to me and said "Babe... it's 630. Want to shower with me?" And smiled wickedly, his dick starting to rise again... Taken Another Friday night and here I sit, at home, alone. You're out with your girlfriend. I don't get that, I mean, it's ok to know she's your girlfriend, but you want to hide when you're actually fucking her? Makes no sense to me. Anyway, the teenager is at work and I have the house to myself, what to do? What to do? I could dress up and go out to the bar...see if I could get laid while I'm out and about, I'm certainly horny enough tonight...or just stay in with a movie and a glass of wine? The wine wins out, mostly because I would rather go to the bar tomorrow night and leave you sitting home, wondering when I'd be back, and what or who I am doing. I go to the bedroom and strip down...looking at myself in the mirror. Definitely not the stripper's body I used to have; but not too bad...still curvy in all the right places. I cup my hands under my breasts and cup them...teasing my nipples with my thumbs...mmmmm...feels so good. All right, I tell myself, enough of that; plenty of time in and after my shower. Under the hot, massaging spray of the shower head I wash, feeling the erotic slide of soap over my nipples and my clit. I slide my hand down from my shoulder, playing with my nipples, sliding slowly over my stomach and then gliding gently over my pussy. Definitely all that wet is not from the water! I rub my clit, I am so wet, it feels almost as though you are here, licking on my pussy while I stroke my clit. I'm so horny it doesn't take long before I am moaning and panting out an orgasm. After my shower I throw on a skimpy negligee, pour myself a glass of wine and settle in with a movie. Before the movie is half over I realized I have emptied the whole bottle of wine. Oh well *giggle* at least it was for a good cause! I head to the bedroom, stripping my clothes off as I go; and then slide in between the sheets naked and pass out; still half planning my revenge for the next night. I thought I heard a noise as I was drifting off, but pay it no heed. I have no idea how time had passed when a sudden weight over my body and a hand over my mouth startle me awake! I start to struggle and then I feel your other hand wrap around my throat, slowly squeezing so I can't get a breath. "Now," you say, "we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the fun way. You choice." I hold myself still...aware that I am naked and the sheet has slipped off my breasts. I try to peek around my attacker; to see if perhaps the hubby will be home soon; but I can't see it. I have stilled long enough that you think I have given in. "It's to be the easy way then? Not quite as good as the fun way, but we'll make it work anyway." I feel your hand, groping for the top of the sheet, and then sliding it out from between us, baring my entire body. Mmmmmmm, you say, how nice of you to be ready for me. Slowly, you remove your hand from my mouth, as you do you tell me I can scream if I want, there's nobody going to hear me. "I've been watching you for a long time, watching your husband leave you alone night after night. Watching you parade that sexy body around your yard, and in your home. Stroking your clit. I knew you were doing it for me, you knew I was watching." I feel you place your hand on my pussy, and you laugh because it is so wet. I don't want to like this, but my traitorous body does. I barely hold back a moan of pleasure as you start to stroke my pussy. You laugh as though you know I am holding back. Suddenly you flip me over to my stomach and yank my knees up under me...positioning my ass high in the air. Without preamble you slam your cock into my pussy. Hard and so deep I feel you are bouncing off my womb. It's a good thing I was already wet! You begin to slide your cock in and out of my pussy, hard and fast...and you reach down and begin to bite at my neck. I want to hold back the orgasm I can feel coming. I try; but I am helpless against the thrusts of your cock. I begin to moan and beg for you to keep fucking me. Make me cum. Please, I begged. You kept thrusting into my pussy, finally, just as I am about to cum I feel you shudder as you fill my pussy with your cum. I can feel your cock expanding inside me as you feel my pussy to overflowing. You slide your cock out of me and leave me to fall to the bed. I start to turn around and you place a sharp slap on my ass. "Not yet" you say. You lean close and tell me that next time it will be all about me, and to enjoy my frustration, and my toys. I am reminded that you will be watching me; but I still don't know who you are! Finally you tell me to close my eyes and when I hear you leave I am to count to 100 before moving. I hear you dressing, and then, just as you are slipping out the bedroom door I hear you "I'll see you at the club tomorrow night for round 2." I shudder and stay in place as ordered. Before I reach 100 I pass back out...wondering what to expect the next night. The next sound I hear is my husband, as he slides into bed beside me... Taken It took an age to work your way around the bustling group stood outside the bar on the cobbled side street. A heady mix of chatter and jovial laughter after another productive week in the office. Your ex-colleagues, some so familiar, others less so, wishing you goodbye once more, with warm hugs and kisses on the cheek. You finally slip from the bar content, a warm glow throughout, fuelled by engaging conversation and laughter with old acquaintances, further complimented by the warmth of the late spring sunshine upon your skin. Things looked promising, nothing concrete but an encouraging foot back in the door. The invitation of a 'keeping in touch day' back at the office one that you could not refuse. A chance to catch up with old friends and acquaintances but also a hope of a route back to that professional life that surprisingly you had come to crave as the months had rolled by. Not that you would change a thing but the day back in the office followed by the impromptu gathering at the local bar reminding you of times of less commitment, where life seemed so more spontaneous. The click of your heels echo against the cobbled street as you stride purposefully alluding to the confidence that had come flooding back as the day had progressed. You felt good, really good. Today a break from the norm and a day away a million light years from your everyday responsibilities. Dressed in a light grey business suit, fitted jacket over a pale, pastel blue blouse combined with a matching grey pencil skirt, the hem ending just at the knee. The outfit emphasising your slender waist and hourglass curves. Your old favourite pair of black stilettos completing your outfit, accentuating your legs and giving you an extra couple of inches. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a passing shop window, your smile grows as you notice your hair softly blowing in the slight breeze. You begin to stride with a renewed spring in your step down the back street. Turning the corner onto the main street, a cab slows up waving you across and a wry smile spreads across your glossed lips as you feel the drivers eyes upon you. An attention that hadn't felt for a while, or so it felt. Entering the train station, it seemed busier than it should be as you glance at the boards which direct you towards platform 8. A sigh escapes your lips as your eyes fall upon the delayed sign that flickers beneath. It didn't really matter as this was a day out for you, a day away from the shackles of reality, so after a text home, you stop to get a bottle of water before making your way over to the escalators at the far end of the station. Stepping onto the moving escalator you wobble, a tipsy wine induced wobble that combined with a re-acquaintance with your heels had you reaching to steady yourself with a slight giggle. You never used to have this problem but it was obviously going to take your feet a while to get used to a day in high heels again! As the escalator descends your eyes fall upon the mass of people occupying the platform, the instant heat of so many crammed onto the platform. You sigh as at half nine at night you weren't expecting these delays. You squeeze yourself onto platform, heaving bodies each jockeying for position as though the middle of the rush hour. Collective eyes glance up towards the electronic display and then back to their papers or books with a grumble or huff. Already you could feel the humidity, a notch or two higher than outside. You remove your suit jacket which you loop over your handbag before squeezing into a spot. People cram together as another announcement, barely audible, delivers an apology and something about a signal failure that is met by a collective groan. A year ago you would have known where to stand to increase the chance of being by the doors when a train finally pulls in but this seemed to be erased from your memory. Instead you squeeze yourself into a space and hope for the best, finding yourself like the others, your eyes looking up the screen awaiting some positive news. Fellow commuters consume themselves with heads buried in books or papers, or lost to music. As you wait you flick your cell on, opening up the internet. A little bit tipsy, playful thoughts spin through your mind as you bite down on your bottom lip and with a quick glance bring your cell that bit closer before typing in a web address. It was your secret, a little escape from the daily grind. A place where others explore erotic fantasies from the safety of anonymous names. You log on and check your messages, a sudden intrigue as you find a several new responses to your post, your eyes skipping over each one, the content playful and naughty. Keeping the cell close, you see a familiar username that makes you smile mischievously. One connection that had stirred your intrigue that bit more than the rest, a montage of mails exchanged over the weeks, his attentive words and thoughts that summed up your fantasy perfectly. A sudden eagerness to respond you begin to type articulating your forbidden desire in a more detail becoming consumed and blissfully unaware of those around. It was an age before the delayed train pulls into the station but pre-occupied you had barely noticed the time. Like a swarm everyone crowds around the doors. You could almost feel your feet lift from the floor as you flick your cell shut just as you are swept up into the carriage, the hustle and bustle as people cram on as though in fear that this is the last train of the night. Unlike your fellow commuters you couldn't feel the air of frustration that cross their faces, maybe because you now rarely run the gauntlet that those working in the city faced every day. With a beep the doors began to close, another desperate commuter forcing his way on that causes a ripple as people shuffle trying to find a minuscule amount of space to call their own. With a jolt the train pulls out of the station, those unfortunate ones left on the platform looking back through the windows, their faces quickly becoming a blur as the train picks up speed, the station lost to the rattle of the carriage that sways from side to side. Not daring to open your cell anymore, you find yourself wedged in between your fellow commuters, bodies pressed up against one another as the train sways from side to side. The sound of music from headphones near by, fellow commuters eyes down on cells or buried in papers surround you. Yet you find your mind coming back to that mail, responding to your fantasy request, the one you posted after just a few visits to the website that had already opened your mind to such erotic pleasures. The thought of you doing such a thing so wicked and daring but one that you couldn't help but find increasingly naughty. So out of character at least to those on the outside, your recent posts fuelled a deep, dark fantasy. The suggestive longing to be surprised and taken wildly with no thought of the repercussions. A seed planted, your inhibitions lowered with the alcohol, fantasy thoughts spiral from one thing to another, responses fluttering in your mind. All the while the feeling of strangers bodies crushed up against you, suggestively tease your mind as you flick your eyes around your fellow commuters wondering what dark secrets lay within each one. Pulling out of another station you shuffle slightly as people squeeze their way out of the carriage before others join. Once more you feel yourself pressed up against other commuters, someone pressing up against your bottom, a crotch, a hand, man or woman you did not know. You feel you cheeks flush, finding yourself getting carried away with your sinful thoughts or were you? Unable to resist the urge you flick open your cell to find a new private message from him awaiting in your inbox. You find yourself letting out a small gasp, taken by surprise at the speed of his response. Usually it took a day or two for a response as your nimble finger clicks open, trying desperately to keep the display as private as possible. A quizzical look forms across your face as eyes dance over just a single word that flashes upon the screen, making very little sense. Instinctively you fire a response questioning the word wondering if it was a simple mistake. Cell shut from prying eyes you could still feel something press up against your behind, deliberate or on purpose, your mind playing tricks. A quick glance behind gave way to a taller guy, his eyes glued to a book. An older professional male and alongside him a teenage girl chewing away but lost to her headphones. Suddenly the train jerks violently, everyone sways in the crammed carriage, bodies brush up against one another again. You heart races and despite telling yourself to stop being silly, you feel your nipples pebble, your intricate lace bra pressing up against your power blue blouse. Your mind imagines a hand upon you, feeling you through the fabric of your clothes. Caressing and stroking you or so you imagine, your breath quickening as you allow your fantasy to consume your mind. The naughty thought stirs your inner desire, a slight tingle forming between your legs as you lose yourself to your wild thoughts surrounded by your fellow commuters blissfully unaware of the erotic thoughts running through your mind. The brake of the train is quickly followed by the beep of the door, bringing you back to reality in a heartbeat. With a twist and a turn you squeeze your way out with many others. Stepping onto the platform you go to step forward but a slight gasp escapes your lips as you feel a hand on your upper arm, a firm grip, fingers tightening around you. Instantly you go to turn your head but feel the warmth of a mouth close to your ear. You feel his breath upon your skin but before you can say a thing a whispered word sucks the words from your mouth. You gasp as the word, the same word that had appeared in your inbox, resonates through you, the image of your online account and the exchanges with that someone special flashing before your eyes. Before you can respond he whispers "Don't look and say nothing," in a firm, strong gravely male tone. Confused and shell shocked you feel him guide you in the opposite direction to the hordes heading for the escalator exit. Instead you head towards the darker, dimly lit end of the platform. Your heart races, pounding in your ears as under the strangers hold he guides you in the opposite direction. The sound of his footsteps and the click of your heels becoming more prominent with each step, the murmur of chatter disappears into the background as the doors beep and the train pulls out of the station, an eerie quietness descending. Disappearing from sight behind a billboard at the deserted far end of the station, he releases his firm grip with a push, that causes you to wobble on your heels, your arms coming out to steady yourself against the billboard. "What's all this," you stutter as you regain your balance. "Don't give me that. We both know what you crave," he growls. Oh my god, your mind racing in a multitude of directions. Instantly you an feel his presence tight against you, either hand resting on your thighs, guiding them down the material of your grey pencil skirt, following the contours of your legs. Fingers quickly find the hem, grip and begin to ruffle the material back up your legs. "I," you gasp, the whole speed of events leaving your mind to race wildly. "Tell me to stop," he whispers his tone firm and assured. Every emotion telling you to shout and scream, to fight and resist this stranger who until now had been just a username in the cyber world of binary ones zeros. Yet despite the rationale a deeper, much darker desire takes hold and you remain silent, his hands tugging the material of your skirt higher up your thighs. "We both know how much you want this" he whispers confidently. What where you doing? What were you thinking? Your earlier thoughts and emotions clouding your judgement, this near strangers hands upon you. You gasp, almost a whimper, your mind telling you to stop this now, the risks so high, your mouth opening but no words forthcoming. Instead the rational thinking lost to a web of sinful desires, the devil on your shoulder whispering sweet nothings as the sudden draw to the unknown danger makes your body shiver. His hands now forcefully ruffling your skirt over the top of your hips, the sudden pressure of his hand between your legs, feeling your through the gusset of your lace panties. You shudder, the feeling on a light breeze on your exposed flesh as he strokes you back and forth, goose bumps forming upon your skin, his fingers probing the length of your slit, teasing the delicate material between your quivering petals. You begin to turn your head back towards him, only to feel his hand on your head, forcing you to turn back towards the billboard, his actions obvious. Fear mixed with an undulating sense of danger a surprisingly erotic mix, the line between fantasy and reality blurring into one, as you feel yourself become more turned on, the spontaneity spell binding, the sheer arrogance as you allow yourself to succumb to his advances. You can feel your body shiver, his actions so public to any watching eyes, the thought of a grainy CCTV footage being watched by security only adding to your spiralling erotic thoughts. His other hand slips from between your legs, followed quickly by the sound of his zipper, before fingers find you again. This time hooking inside your panties that he expertly peels to one side, the sudden sensation of his bulbous mushroom tip slip between your pussy lips. Your body more alive to this strangers touch with each passing moment as an ache forms between your legs. Letting out a stifled gasp you feel him press against you, penetrating you, instantly feeling him inside you, sinking deeper with each withdrawal and thrust. You gasp, your mouth falling open uncontrollably as you feel him swell and throb inside you, your mind racing in a million directions, as your cunt moulds around him. Every time feeling him that bit deeper until you finally take him to the hilt, his thick cock filling you, buried deep to his balls. You feel the flesh of his naked cock deep within you, increasing the danger that rather than scare you only fuels your ever more wicked thoughts as you feel him throb within. All rational thoughts suppressed you find yourself lost to the encounter, lost to that darker desires that lurk within. Supporting yourself by your arms you feel him take you with increased vigour and purpose as he thrusts quicker and harder. Deep, powerful strokes that suck the air from your lungs, your gasps soon merge into heavy pants as you feel him take you rampantly. The audible sound of naked flesh meeting naked flesh as his thighs slap hard against yours, taking you for all his worth and rocking you to the core. This stranger taking you as though you are his plaything, your mind barely able to comprehend what is unfolding, feeling your body responding to his attention. Submitting to him, allowing him to use you for his pleasure as though a woman of the night. All the while knowing your actions were so wrong yet increasing consumed by the need, that craving that ached throughout you as he takes you rampantly. Your hands grip the side of the billboard for all your worth, the burning sensation in your arms building as he pounds you relentlessly, trying to push back against him but in reality just trying to hold on, lost to the ever building sensations that blur your mind. Throwing your head forward down between your arms as you feel yourself begin to let go, your wavy hair falling over your face as you do so. Your heavy panting mix with whimpers that you can no longer stifle, moans now echo at the far end of this deserted station. This dangerous fuck continuing to turn you on more than you can imagine, your body responding to his borderline aggressive dominance of this unknown stranger. The growing ache between your legs grows into an ever more intense throb, feeling your pussy clench harder around the hard cock that insatiably pounds you. A strong hand reaches around groping through your blouse at your breasts that bounce in time with the shudder of each forceful thrust. His hand breaking a button open as he hand slips inside and cup a breast. Skilled fingers dance across your lace bra and tease your tight, taut nipples that ache with desire. Your cheeks flush red, your body radiating a wild heat. You feel yourself become wetter by the second, your thighs beginning to tense, buckling under his rampant thrusts. His hand releases his hold of your breast, that under the rampant fucking pops free from your blouse that hangs loosely off your shoulder. Your skin tingles under every touch, gasping and mewling. You bite down on your bottom lip as he takes you purposefully from behind like an animal of the night. A hand snakes up your back, following the curve of your spine, ruffling up your blouse that becomes untucked from your skirt. Fingers grip tufts of your hair that bounce in his hold. Burying his cock deep with a hard thrust, you to cry out as he holds himself deep within you. His fingers tighten and pull on your hair, arching your head back dominantly. His hot breath on your neck whilst his other hand reaches around your waist, fingers finding your clit expertly. His head buried into your neck, you feel the wetness of his lips, followed by the graze of his teeth as he brands you his. You moan out, the touch of his fingers brushing against your engorged, sensitive bud combined with the throb of his cock within your rippling cunt too much to take. Your mind spirals, a sudden white heat that leaves you teetering on the edge. Throbbing violently, fingers press against you. His breath on your skin makes you gasp as you feel yourself let go. You moan and fall headfirst into the inky abyss that explodes from between your legs but spreads through every fibre of your body, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves your body limp and your mind a mess. Your body convulsing as your orgasm ripples through you, every sense heightened as you feel his need still there. Strong and purposeful, his hands slip from your hair and down your body, gripping tightly to your waist as he begins to pump his hips once more. Your pussy ripples and clenches, your orgasm still resonating through you. The strength of this thrusts building rapidly as he pumps relentlessly. His grunts and groans becoming louder as you feel his need take hold. Fingertips dig through your ruffled skirt into your waist as his drives his thick shaft, glistening in your juices, deep and hard into your aching pussy, pounding you into submission. Your whimpers blur into a constant moan as he takes you forcefully like a man possessed. Slamming deep inside you feel him hold himself in you, the swell followed by a twitch and then a second later a deep groan as he explodes flooding you with his seed. Slumping forward you fall against the billboard as over and over you feel every release, every pump as he paints the inside of your cunt with his cum. You gasp for air, your heart pounding in your ears as you feel him slip from within, followed by the sound of his zipper as you instantly feel trickles beginning to escape your used pussy trailing down your inner thighs. Exhausted and used, your mind a mess, your body limp you gulp for air, a slick layer of sweat upon your forehead. Before you can fathom what is going on you hear his footsteps. Pulling yourself around the billboard, your eyes a little fuzzy you see the back of him walking briskly towards the station steps. Part of you longing to shout at him but too shocked for words to escape, your stranger exactly that a stranger that you will never know. You turn and lean back against the billboard for support, your mind racing at the wild encounter that has just ensued. You peel your panties back and ruffle down your pencil skirt. All connotations flood your mind yet a feeling of such fulfilment in such a sinful way that you wonder what has taken hold of you. Hands shaking you button your blouse and tuck this back into your skirt. Fumbling in your handbag you find your make-up mirror, flick it open, taking in the reflection of your stormy eyes that peer back at you. Hair dishevelled, cheeks still rosy red, a slickness to your forehead. Was this the look of your darker side, your fantasy side you could see in mirror. Exhausted you feel your breathing begin to slow, a tilt of the mirror exposing the graze against your creamy neck confirming this was no fantasy, a sudden fear as you think forward to continuing home. A light touch up of make-up and a scoop of your hair covering the red graze upon your neck before you clip shut your mirror, push your bag over your shoulder just as another train pulls into the station. Taken With a final brush down of your skirt you slip from behind the billboard and join the other commuters disembarking from the train. A devilish smile as you feel you cum drenched panties with each purposeful stride, that whispered word forever etched within your mind. Taken I feel like I'm being watched. I'm probably crazy but I have the weirdest feeling during my run lately like I'm being watched. I don't know by who or where they are, but I can feel it. I stop mid run and grab the water bottle from my belt. I've been running for some time and it's always the same time, same route. I know I should change it up, but this country life doesn't provide many alternate routes - it's pretty much right, or left. I put my earbuds back in and start off again. I am soon lost in my pace and my music and it takes me a few seconds before I notice the cargo van that has stopped in front of me. If I had been paying more attention, I would have noticed that there were two men inside. One driving - the other waiting to grab me. Before I even knew what was happening the door swung open and I was grabbed and pulled into the vehicle. The man who grabbed me used his body weight to force me to lay face down in the van. Terror took hold of me and I began to struggle with everything I had. My captor manoeuvred himself so that his legs wrapped around me, pinning down my arms. He used a bandanna to gag me so that I couldn't scream. I exhausted most of my strength on my run but I used everything in me to try to fight him off, try to get away. His grip on me was fierce and his hold around my limbs unyielding. The van started moving again and even though I struggled, my captor managed to bind my hands behind my back. My legs he left untied, but still pinned down by his weight. I felt cold metal against my back as he demanded in my ear that I shut up if I know what's good for me. Then he pulled down my pants. I writhed to get away but he was stronger than me and I was helpless to stop him - he pulled them down just past my knees. He then reached up and grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head onto the van floor. He used the other hand to ready himself and then, without warning or care, thrust into me. I cried out and tears sprang from my eyes, but he was ruthless and rough - thrusting in and out of me relentlessly, hand still gripped in my hair holding down my head - my cheek scraping against the cold metal floor of the van with every entry. Suddenly, the van went dark. The driver spoke in a hoarse voice and stated that they had reached their destination. My captor pulled out of me and hastily pulled up my pants. The back doors of the van opened and the driver grabbed me by my hair and forced me to scramble out of the van. The man who just had his way with me laughed and said this was going to be fun. I was lead into a dark, damp room, tears streaming from my eyes. They forced me over to a pole in the middle of the room with long chains sitting in wait at its bottom. The driver of the van told me to kneel. I hesitated and was forced to my knees by the man from the back of the van. The driver looked at me and smiled. Then he told me to be a good girl and keep quiet - that we were in the middle of nowhere and that there was no one around for miles to hear me scream...that my screams would only cause me pain. I shuddered. The gag was removed from my mouth and the driver told me to open wide. He had himself in his hand and he grabbed me by the back of the head. I twisted and turned my head in a refusal to open. A hard slap came across my face, followed by loud demands and name calling. After the next slap my mouth opened in a scream and was soon muffled by the driver. He thrust himself into my mouth and then mercilessly repeated it over and over. I feel like I can't breathe. I can't stop the gags and I can no longer see because my eyes are so welled with tears. Finally he removes himself and I cough and gasp for air. My relief is all too brief though and he is soon in my mouth again, deeper this time. He holds the back of my head and my chin and thrusts as far as he can. I gag tremendously but do not lose my lunch - I will keep what dignity I can, I silently promise myself. He stays at the back of my throat on the next thrust. I writhe and then look up at him with a plea in my eyes to stop. Instead, he tries to go further. I gag to the tipping point and push him away. I am able to save it and as a reward receive another slap across the face. My mascara has run down my cheeks and my hair has fallen out of its ponytail. The other man lifts me up to my feet and unbinds my hands. My arms feel sore but I see a ray of light that I might be able to run. I go to push them away and am easily held. Then my clothes are removed from my body. Not ripped or torn because they say I will need to put them back on when we're done. The bandanna that was once used as my gag is now back in place. The cold touch of iron is then felt on my wrists and ankles as I am bound with the clasps at the end of the chains that are attached to the pole. I'm now completely helpless to escape. Gagged and bound by chains to the pole, I am theirs to enjoy. At first they just stare. Then they remove their clothes in the same fashion as mine. They both come up to me, touching me and telling me the awful things they want to do to me. I am once again brought to my knees and the gag is moved from my mouth to cover my eyes. This time I cannot see them coming as they have their way with my mouth. I'm barely able to keep the vomit down as they reach the back of my throat and further. One of them stops, I don't know which, and I feel him move away. Then I feel him standing behind me. They work together to force me to my hands and then the one behind grabs me by the waist and thrusts himself in me. He groans and comments on my wetness, says that he knows I'm enjoying this. I feel so ashamed. He moves in and out of me while the other moves in and out of my mouth. Then they both pull out and my body tenses as the realization of what is coming next sets in. I can feel him still behind me. It's like he's enjoying watching the fear grow inside me. I try to move my body and squirm away but there is little give in the chains and I find myself face down on the floor instead. He moves on top of me and then thrusts himself into my tight little hole. I scream and a hand covers my mouth. He gives me no time to think and just starts pounding my tight hole. The pain is so intense I think I might pass out and the tears are streaming down my cheeks. Then he stops. They talk for a moment and I feel myself being shifted. The other is sliding under me and I start to shake because I know what's coming. I try to pound on his chest but the chains holding my wrists soon tighten and my arms are pulled behind my back. I am lifted to my knees and a hand now wraps around my throat. He starts to squeeze and tells me to be quiet. The man under me moves inside me. Then the man behind me bends me face to face with the man below and pushes himself inside my other hole. They are both filling me now and it's almost too much to endure. I cry out and am slapped again. I struggle to get free but what little room I have to move only causes me more slaps until finally I relent enough for them to gain a rhythm. They are both pounding me now, their breaths heavy and their grunts deep and demonic. I can feel myself build and I try to force it away...try to ignore the growing pleasure inside of me. Soon I am moving too though. The hand wraps around my throat again and tightens. The pace quickens. I feel myself floating in ecstasy and am consumed by both tears and my own grunts and moans. They continue with their abuse until the one behind me lets out a growl and comes deep inside my tight hole. I feel him exit me and pull me up to my knees. The other man has slid out of me too and I feel his heat close in near my face. He thrusts into my mouth and I can taste myself on him. He pushes deep inside my mouth and I struggle to keep everything down. He grabs the back of my head and forces my face up as he releases himself, mixing with the mascara on my cheeks, some sliding into my mouth and dripping off my chin onto my breasts. When he is done he releases my head and I fall to the floor, sore and exhausted. The floor is hard and damp and cool. Once the tears subside I can hear them moving about. I say nothing and try to plan my escape. The bandanna is still around my eyes and I only have my hearing to guide me. I hear something... the scrape of a chair maybe? I am confused and the fear is again growing inside me. I call out, asking to be let free. Footsteps come my way and I tense, bracing for what I am about to receive. The gag is removed from my eyes and again replaced around my mouth, tightened to ensure I am quiet. I can taste my captor on the gag. As my eyes adjust I can see that the other man, the one from the back of the van, is sitting at a table. The room has a couch and a TV and a table and chairs. There is a little kitchenette off to the side with a small fridge and a mattress nearby on the floor. It's a Friday night, barely 8 pm and I realize with a sinking feeling that I'm not going anywhere soon. This is not even close to being over.