Her heeled boots beat out an urgent tattoo on the sidewalk. She was on her way home from her weekly session with her drama coach. She felt pleased with herself, Gary, her coach, had stopped her only twice in the run through of her pieces for the following week’s examination. Hurriedly she made her way through the dark rain swept night, darting from street lamp pool of light to the next illuminated islet. “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” The words she said to herself but some she said out aloud. She paused to recall the next lines and the rhythms.
‘They all have their exits and their entrances, and one man in’
She was in a pool of light a car drew into the curb behind her, she walked on not even registering the opening of doors. “They all have their exits and their entrances, an one man in his time plays many parts. His acts …”
Something soft covered her face, muffling her words. Someone had hold of her arms. A sweet hospital smell assailed her nostrils. Then there was nothing …
As she succumbed to the drug, her legs crumpled. The two of her assailants who had got out of the car caught her, a third one held a roll of carpet. Moving with swift rehearsed actions the three unrolled the carpet and rolled the unconscious woman into it. They lifted the roll and slid it into the open tailgate of the waiting Volvo estate. Quickly the carpet roll was secured by tie-downs, hooked onto the load tie points. Two of her assailants squeezed into the back next to the rolled carpet, the third got into the front passenger seat. The driver put the car in gear, effortlessly the big car pulled away. In less than ninety seconds there was no trace of her on the street.
… The sweet antiseptic smell was still in her nostrils. Her mouth was dry. She opened her eyes and saw nothing only blackness. From the coolness of the air on her body she deduced that she was naked. When she tried to move she realized that she was tied down. The surface she lay on was soft and cool
a covered mattress.
It was as if she was in a vacuum, a cone of silence then becoming aware of the slight discomfort in her ears she knew she was wearing earplugs.
Hands touched her body. Strong fingers toyed with her erect nipples - she could feel that they were hard calloused fingers. It was when she tried to resist an invading digit that she realized how open and exposed she was. Her legs had been tied wide apart and slightly elevated. She felt her abdominal muscles contract and spasm, a warm wetness boiled within her womb, and fluids flowed from her. Her head was tilted back - she knew that her soft throat was extended and vulnerable.
She knew that her body was not hers to consciously control - she was in the control of her abductors, and in her lust she was reacting to the actions of her captors.
The fingers toying with her nipples began to squeeze and tug them as if milking her. Jagged shards of pain shot through her breast. A hand began to squeeze the same breast. The pain grew in intensity crackling through her body like static electricity. A softer skinned pair of hands began to shadow the first hand although the skin of the hand was smoother the fingers still had a vice-like grip.
She felt the hand between her legs withdrew the single digit from her vagina. She could feel her labia being spread, and then a cool slippery substance engulfed her throbbing clitoris and flowed slowly over her open labia. She was sure that she identified the sensation as the application of KY-Jel. Copious amounts flowed over her nether region until she was lubricated from mons to spine.
The hand between her legs made her realize that something was different. At first she was unable to work out what it was, then she could feel it, the sensation of his hand on her skin was different. Whilst she had been unconscious someone had shaved her. As her head cleared of the anesthetic she became increasingly aware of herself, now she registered her head felt different.
My God how degrading they’ve shaved my head.
Briefly she mourned for her auburn locks –
there’s always a price.
She consoled herself as she came copiously.
An exploratory finger trailed through this swamp, pausing to briefly diddle her anus then playing briefly at the open entrance to her vagina. Her body reacted; her open vagina of its own accord stretched itself into a yawning chasm. The finger ignored the invitation and proceeded upwards to her inflamed clitoris. The lone finger was joined by a second finger, in a synchronized movement they moved up and down the slit, one on each side of her clitoris.
A soft fabric wiped the lubricant from her clitoris. The light friction further inflaming her already aroused nubbin. Within the limits set by her bonds she began to move her hips in a circulatory grinding motion. The motion became more frenetic when fingers and fabric were withdrawn from her slit. Faster, faster and faster as she got nearer and nearer to her orgasm. Then the hand slammed down on her pubic bone clamping her abdomen to the bed unable to move her hips. “Pleeeease!” The thin cry broke from her lips.
Something hard nudged at her open lips. Obediently she opened her mouth to accept whatever was offered. It felt soft and slippery when she worked her tongue along the shaft, but it was strangely lifeless. Despite realizing that despite its lifelike shape it was a latex dildo of some description, she continued to accept the object that filled her mouth. Even fighting the urge to gag when it reached the back of her throat.
The crisis passed, the moment of orgasm slipped frustratingly into history.
They won’t let me cum!
