Okay, kids, this one has abduction, light bondage, and sexual slavery.
Thrills and chills! Enjoy!
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Do not be surprised if one night as you walk alone from your car a soft thick towel comes over your head and is pulled tightly around the lower part of your beautiful face.
A strong arm encircles your shoulders and begins to drag you away. You are in complete panic and are overwhelmingly frightened, but your screams are muffled by the thick towel.
You are carefully guided into the back seat of a black sedan. The door slams shut immediately and you hear the automatic locks engage. The towel falls from your face.
When the driver's door opens, the overhead light remains dark. A man gets in, closes the door, and begins to drive away.
With all your being you want to scream, but you are frozen with fear in a way you have never experienced. Your mind feels white hot, and you are scarcely breathing.
After a few moments of driving in silence, the man speaks without turning to look at you. You glance quickly at the rear-view mirror but see only his dark eyes looking straight ahead.
"I know you are terribly frightened, and I cannot begin to express to you how sorry I am for that."
His voice is quiet, gentle.
"You have questions, and they will be answered soon.
"But please know this for certain: under no circumstances will you be harmed in any way. On the contrary, I am here to protect you. I know it is difficult, but please try to relax."
He does not speak again.
He didn't threaten you, and the sound of his voice was reassuring, but your mind tells you that you are insane when you begin to think that you might not be in serious danger.
Becoming more aware of your surroundings, you notice the rich smell of the soft leather seats. By sliding slowly and carefully just a little to the right you are able to see more of the man and observe his dark suit, crisp white shirt, and deep purple silk tie. His head is shaven and smooth, and his hands on the steering wheel display a ring with...diamonds, perhaps?
You know you are regaining a measure of self-control when you sense the faintest male scent mixed with the aroma of the leather seats.
Why is this happening? What can he possibly want with you? None of it makes any sense.
You know only that you have been abducted, that you are terrified, and you do not know where you are being taken....or for what purpose.
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Speeding through the night you begin to lose any sense of passing time. Your reality consists only of the car, the man, and the darkness.
Eventually the car slows. You look out the window and strain to make out--what? The shapes of buildings? Any shape at all?
Finally it dawns on you that the windows are dark not only because of the night, but because they are blackened.
The car stops and your mouth goes dry. The pounding in your chest tells you that you will soon know what this is all about.
He promised I would not be harmed. Surely...he promised.
He would promise you anything, wouldn't he? To control you? To keep you from fighting?
Your entire body is trembling and you weep silently.
The driver is out. He opens your door and says in that same calm voice, "Please step out. Watch your head. I must put this blindfold on you."
But why....
He grabs your wrist and flips you around so that you are leaning face-forward against the car.
You can see nothing. It is a blindfold of ultra-smooth cloth (satin?), but he ties it tightly, jerking your head back when he sets the knot. Pulls your wrists behind you, there is fumbling, metal, finally a crisp click.
He has handcuffed you.
He grabs you by the arm and roughly pulls you along even before he says, "Let's go."
His voice is no longer gentle or reassuring, and panic sets in as you cry out, "No!...No please!"
What to this point remained hidden in your mind has now rushed to the forefront of your thoughts: This is about sex. This is about sex. What else could it be....and you recall recent reports in the news about two missing young women.
He speaks. "We're going down some steps, eight steps, go slowly."
At the bottom of the steps the air feels cooler. You smell concrete and soil....a basement??
But your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of keys, a door opening. He pulls you through the doorway, slams it shut, and the sound of keys tells you he has locked it once again.
"I'm going to take off the handcuffs, be still."
The cuffs come off and you feel a measure of relief....."GOD NO!!"......two warm hands press the skin near your collarbone, grabbing the lapels of your suit jacket and ripping it open. You hear the sound of buttons hitting the floor as the jacket is jerked and torn and pulled from your body.
"No! Pleeease....don't....NO!!!!" He has violently torn off your bra.
You try to cover your naked breasts with your arms as you wail and cry, but immediately the same hands are tearing at your skirt until it too is gone.
You stand with a satin blindfold over your eyes, still wearing your black heels and sheer black thigh-high stockings. Your black lace bikini panties that you luxuriate in at home are of no comfort. And you are naked from the waist up. You feel the cool air on your breasts and your nipples become erect.
He grabs your wrists once again, but instead of handcuffs this time your hands are tied together in front of you with another satin cloth. It becomes immediately clear that he has you on a rope as you feel a jerk on your wrists that forces you to stumble forward.
"Walk. WALK!" as he jerks the smooth rope harder. You have never felt so naked. Your tits move and shake as you walk. Without your skirt and jacket you are more sensitive to the feel of your stockings and panties. You notice the cool air on your naked thighs in the space between your panties and the tops of your black nylons.
There is no longer any shred of doubt. This is about sex. God help you, it can only be about sex.
He promised you would not be harmed. Black lace panties. You will not be harmed in any way. Walking topless in black heels. I will protect you. You always love being topless. At home you spend most of your alone time wearing only small panties or a thong so that you can caress yourself, and more.
You will not be harmed.
Help me, this is about sex.
When at first you feel it you are horrified, then ashamed. You are very wet. You cannot deny that you feel extremely sexy as you walk. The heat rising in your chest is no longer only terror, you are still scared, but there is a thrill mixed with the fear. You feel nasty, you should be ashamed. But you aren't.
He kicks open a swinging door: Noise! Voices all around you, raucous laughter, all quickly quieting as you enter the room. Now you hear only subdued talking and occasional laughter.
To your right a female voice comments, "Look at those tits. Fabulous."
A young man's voice, "Christ, She's perfect!"
"Stand still," is the last thing you hear from the driver of the car.
The satin rope pulls at you and you feel your arms being lifted, your hands rise above your head. Too high! Your arms are stretched. The pain is not terribly great but it is extremely uncomfortable and....dear God! You are on display!!
He has tied the rope and walked away, leaving you in the middle of a roomful of people!
Three or four people begin to clap, then more, until the room is filled with the sound of applause and random shouts.
The applause dies quickly and a woman's voice speaks through a microphone.
"Is she not beautiful?"
Thunderous applause erupts with much shouting and whistling.
Then quiet again.
"Is she not beautiful? Look at the nipples on her."
Hanging, you feel the warmth and wetness between your legs. You squeeze your ass and press your thighs together and feel the slippery wetness of your pussy. Your nipples harden.
You are on display--such an irony since you fantasize about this very sort of thing.
"Beautiful lady, you are here because you have been chosen.
"Out of an entire city you were noticed, identified, studied, and finally you were chosen to be brought here tonight for this gathering of some of the most powerful citizens in the country.
"Tonight, my dear, you will have the opportunity to demonstrate your full womanhood before this jaded crowd. To prove that you can excite them and stir their passions.
The crowd erupts into deafening sustained cheers.
Finally the roar dies away.
Murmuring. Sounds of movement. There are people near you, you can sense their presence and feel their heat.
"STRIP HER!"
The crowd explodes even louder than before, hands come from all around you to tear your panties off exposing your shameful wetness, to pull off your heels, and rip the sheer black nylons until you are stripped naked before the cheering, hungry, animalistic crowd that remains hidden from your eyes.
You gasp and every muscle in your body flexes when a hand slides between your legs, probing the sopping wet folds of your cunt, then pulls back out.
"She's wet!"
Cheering erupts.
Dim light. Hundred of blurred faces.
They have removed the blindfold.
Around you in the smoky haze stand seven perfect specimens of manhood. Fit, muscled, glistening with oils. Naked. Pricks straining. Gathered around you stroking their cocks.
You now know your fate. You don't understand, but you know. You are to be sacrificed to these men, these....studs. Your body will be theirs as the room watches.
The crowd hushes. Three or four of the men approach you pulling fast on their hard cocks. Several hands reach out and begin running over your body, squeezing your tits, pinching your rock-hard nipples. You cry out with pleasure. A handsome man covers your mouth with his, probing deeply with his tongue, and you cannot help but push your hot tongue into his mouth, swirling and sucking.
"Ahhh!" Two men have pulled your legs open while a third crouches before you and leaps into your swollen pussy with his mouth. You feel his tongue fucking you, then moving to your clit...Ohhh! So sensitive to his flicking tongue.
Your ass has been squeezed constantly, but now the fold is pulled apart and the hungry mouth of another begins eating your hole, twisting his tongue deep in you.
The murmuring of the impatient crowd increases in volume. You can feel their sexual hunger as they feast on your body with their dangerous eyes.
Mouths on your tits, sucking, kissing, licking, biting--you are enraptured, gasping, feeling the warmth growing in your belly and your thighs. You clit is swollen, engorged, hard. His tongue moves fast, faster. You hear yourself urging him on, "Eat me, you son of a bitch!" until finally your heated desire crests and overflows. God, I'm cummingcummingcummiiiinnnnggg...OH!!
The crowd cheers as you cover his face with your squirting.
You have never squirted before!
As your orgasm continues your upper thighs and your hips twitch while you hang loosely from the satin rope, chills run over your smooth ass.
Now you are empowered, on fire. You want these big boys and their impressive prongs. You will take all seven and by God you will give them the fucking of their sweet lives.
(They studied you well, you are performing to their expectations)
You feel your arms go slack as they lower you to the floor.
Immediately an Adonis is spreading your legs, leaning into you, pushing his brick-hard cock into your craving pussy. He pounds you, lifting your legs--your ass rises off the floor!--driving his cock deep into your swollen pussy.
Driving, pounding, faster, he cries out as he removes his cock and sprays his cum over your tits, stomach, and thighs.
A huge cheer erupts from the crowd, the women shrieking with a pleasure all their own.
The strong men flip you over onto your hands and knees. One approaches your face and you gladly open your mouth and take in his swollen throbbing cock-head. You swirl your tongue and suck hard, fucking the shaft with your mouth, punishing his gorgeous prick. When you get through with him he will know what it means to be eaten out by a woman.
Behind you, strong hands lift your ass and you feel the thrill of a thick cock plowing between your pussy's lips and pressing on into your deep wetness. You clench and squeeze, pushing back to join him in rhythm as he fucks you, fucks you, fucks you.
He groans loudly, but you focus your attention on the rock-hard erection in your mouth as you bring him to the edge also. Almost simultaneously the two horns erupt in you--one buried deep in your cunt, the other blasting jets of hot white goo into you mouth.
You take it all--Bring me more! Is that all you've got, boy?!
You feel like an Amazon, supremely powerful, more than any man.
The raping orgy continues for nearly two hours.
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By the end, the men are spent, soft and limp. You, though, are riding a wave of sexual adrenaline and feel like you could take seven more.
Standing in the center of the pit, red welts begin to rise where they whipped you, there is cum on your back, in your hair, drying on your inner thighs. Teeth marks are evident on one shoulder and a still-visible handprint on your face where you were slapped.
You are led to the spokeswoman. The crowd hushes.
"Here is your Woman!" And the crowd leaps to it feet, roaring approval.
You have survived. You have passed a test of whose significance you have no idea, and you have survived.
A white silk robe is brought and ceremoniously place on your proud naked body as the crowd continues to voice its approval. The front of the robe remains open so that your beauty may be seen.
The spokeswoman carefully lowers a necklace of sterling silver over your head.
And you are led away.
Breathing relief, head spinning, you want to cry but a laugh comes out of your mouth.
The black sedan. You long for the leather seats of that fearful car to rest yourself on as you are returned to the sanity of your world.
Your escort stops with you at a door. He turns to you and tells you that the robe is ceremonial and it must be left with him.
Of course, what do you care now that you are to be freed?
He politely opens the door, you take one step and see only darkness.
The silver necklace bites you as it is yanked off your neck, his strong hand pushes you into the black, the door slams, and you hear the bolt slide.
Almost immediately a thin line of dim light appears before you as another door opens. A beautiful woman (strikingly familiar?) gestures for you to enter.
Passing her you notice her dull, lifeless eyes. What you see before you both startles and disgusts you, grips you deep inside where nightmares and ecstasies coexist.
For you are in a large, dimly lit room with rows of beds running along the walls.
And everywhere in the room there are beautiful women, women who do not smile, women who appear strikingly....Oh God.
Their facial features, their hair color, their figures are all similar to yours.
Every one naked, they are engaged in various sexual acts: Two women lying entwined on a bed to your right stroke and kiss one another with open mouths, soft lips and tongues.
A beautiful woman (she could be mistaken for you) sits at the end of a bed with her knees pulled high and apart as another sits on the floor before her gorging herself on the nearly raw cunt.
And in the far corner sits a lovely girl who could be your younger sister, alone, enraptured in anguish as she masturbates furiously.
Your mind is numb.
"But....
"I don't.....
"What is....what...."
"What is this?" supposes the woman who led you in. "Another year has passed. Time once again for our little family to grow."
She speaks flatly, with dead eyes.
"This? This is what we do, what we are. This is who they have chosen us to be. Chosen you to be.
"This is where we live and where they come to use us.
"Welcome to your new home."
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