Authors Note: First of all, this is a work of fiction. The protagonist, Anna, is a reader of my works here on Literotica and suggested I write a story for her. I am happy to oblige. Anna has many of her own stories on her page recounting adventures of her own sex life. This is not one of those. This is a fictional work meant to please and excite her and all of my faithful readers.
The themes are, as usual, Non Consent, bondage and so-on. If that isn't what you are looking for, I recommend you seek out something more to your taste. For me, I enjoyed imagining just what could happen to Anna and see how far I could take it. I hope she, and all of you, enjoy!
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PRESENT DAY:
Anna lay on the floor of the large cargo van and moaned through the overly large ball gag that was filling her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her and her feet also bound by several wrappings of duct tape. There was a blindfold over her eyes. Not a simple mask-type of blindfold, like the Lone Rangers mask without holes for the eyes, but large, round goggles that were completely blacked out. They didn't allow any light in so Anna was having to rely on her other senses to get what little information she could.
She used her hearing as the men around her whispered and spoke softly to each other. She could hear them commenting on her breasts and talking about what they would like to do with her when they reached their destination.
"She's not bad for a bitch in her sixties," one voice said. It was deep and had a faint accent, New York or some other east coast city.
"I don't care how old she is, that's a great ass! I can't wait to hit that thing!" That voice sounded slightly higher and she thought, younger.
"I just want to see her tits! Looks like a nice rack for someone her age!" That voice sounded, well, greasy was the only word she could think to describe it.
"Maybe, but I'll bet she can still suck a mean cock! Look at the way she handles that gag!" That was the deep voiced man again.
Then there was her sense of smell. The back of this van smelled of stale food. She also detected coffee and perhaps even a little hint of something spoiled. But the thing she smelled most of all was sex. The carpet on the floor. That she was currently laying on, smelled like day old (or older sex). Anna didn't think she was the first woman to be in this position.
Finally, there was her sense of touch. Scratchy carpet on the floor of the van. She could feel every bump and dip that the van hit as it sped along. And of course, all the hands touching her. Aside from talking about her and what they wanted to do to her, hands roamed freely over her body.
When she had been grabbed off the street, she had been on her way to meet her husband for a sordid little rendezvous at a local bed and breakfast. They sometimes liked to get away from their flat and have a little fun somewhere new.
She had been looking forward to this as her husband had been unusually busy at work recently and they hadn't had as much time together as they would like, so she had forgone wearing a bra and panties and went with a mostly see-thru silk top and a skirt that flowed with silken grace over her "great ass" as the man in the van had called it, and ended at a classy angle cut just over her knees. She was wearing silk nylons that ran up just over her legs and a pair of black, fuck-me-pumps that made her legs look especially good. So now, hands were running up under her skirt and squeezing her ass. They were feeling her breasts through her top and several of the buttons had been undone so they could more easily grope her pert 34C tits. They grabbed and squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard, making her squeal or groan around that repulsive gag. Maybe her breasts weren't as large as some, but her nipples had always been very sensitive and they were both achingly hard, swelling and trembling under the constant rough handling they were receiving.
She didn't shave between her legs as many younger women liked to do. She had always enjoyed having a bit of a bush down there and fingers were apparently enjoying it too, stroking her hairy cunt and pulling at her hairs, again making her groan and jump.
Anna was scared of what these men were going to do to her once they reached their destination. The comments as well as the gropes, pinches and slaps she was receiving left no doubt what they wanted, but just how far would this go? Would they be rough or gentle. Did they just want a quick roll for fun or did they have something more long term in mind? What bothered her most though was how familiar this all seemed. She had been in this very situation once before, a long time ago.
Anna was almost 68 years old and she enjoyed sex and had had many different partners over the years, but almost always under her conditions. She liked being in control. But back in in 1976, she had been a young woman of 21, out on the town for a night of drinking and partying when she had been grabbed by several young men driving a large cargo van. They caught her as she was cutting through an alley, a shortcut to the club she was going to. They threw a bag over her head, taped her arms behind her back, wrapped duct tape around her ankles and threw her into the van. That was the start of two very long days and nights where things were done to her that even now, simultaneously frightened and excited her to think about.
Scared as she was, her heart hammering in her chest and trying to snort air in through her nose, she found that her pussy was wet and dripping, her stomach fluttered with a kind of nervous anticipation as for what was coming her way. She felt the van slow and make a sharp turn, going over a bump and then angling down. The timber of the van's engine changed, gained a bit of an echo, like maybe they were pulling into some covered location. As the van wended its way around a series of curves and came to a stop, she couldn't help but think back to that night in 1976 and what had happened to her then.
THEN: 1976
Anna had been dressed to go clubbing when the men in the van had pulled up and grabbed her. Now she very much regretted her choice of clothes. She disliked wearing a bra so had eschewed that in favor of a tight black tube top that clung to her curves and showed off her assets. The skirt she wore was little better, mini-skirts being all the rage. She had enough sense of propriety to wear underwear, but she had chosen a lacy thong so it didn't hide much, especially now laying on her back in this musty old van.
They had thrown a bag over her head and it had a loose cinch they had tightened enough so very little light got through and there was no chance of shaking it off. That was the only thing that her captors seemed interested in having her keep on though. They had pulled down her tube top as soon as they had gotten her in the van. With her arms duct taped behind her at the wrists and elbows, it caused her to thrust out her chest and the men were taking full advantage of that. Someone's mouth had fastened on her right breast and was sucking and licking at her nipple. Teeth bit it and tugged, almost painfully. She tried to roll and groaned under that assault but too many other hands were holding her and more.
Her skirt, what there was of it, had been pulled up and a hand had forced itself between her legs. Fingers pushed and stroked her increasingly damp slit, slowly inserting on, then two and finally three fingers into her. The thumb on that hand had found her clit, already swelling with excitement and was stroking it hard and fast as he fingered her pussy.
Other hands here grabbing the breast not occupied by someone's mouth. Fingers pinched her hard, stiff nipple, pulled and twisted on it till Anna had to shriek at the rough play. That seemed to excite the men. Hands slapped at her breast, grabbed and pinched her ass and redoubled the effort on her tits. Anna was practically sobbing from fear, pain and excitement as the bulky van came rolling to a stop.
As soon as the van stopped, she heard the large side door slide open. Cool air from the outside played over her body sending goosebumps up her legs and breasts. Several hands grabbed her and hauled her upright, then half dragged, half carried her out of the van and stood her up on her own two feet. Taped together as they were she was a bit off balance but the men kept a hold of her arms and steadied her. As she tried to gather her wits about her, a hand loosed the cinch on the bag and yanked it off of her head. Her short cropped curly head of black hair glistened with sweat that also dripped down her face. That wasn't the worst fluid that would be coating her over the next two days.
As she blinked several times and her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she got her first really good look at the men who had abducted her. To either side of her were two tall, gangly black men, both who had to be athletes or something as neither was shorter than 6'4" That meant they towered over Anna's more petite 5'6" frame. They weren't wearing any shirts but they both had on workout shorts and tennis shoes. They weren't overly muscular but they had a sculpted and sinewy grace to them and judging by the tent-pole bulge in their shorts, they were both well endowed.
In front of her stood the man who had pulled the bag off her head. He was just an inch over 6' and he was muscled. He looked like a bodybuilder, someone who spent a lot of time keeping in shape. He had a tank top on that stilled showed off his six-pack and muscles and he too was wearing shorts, but he was barefoot. He had neck length shaggy brown hair and what Anna would later laughingly refer to as 'a porn 'stash'. A thick, drooping mustache that hung down either side of his mouth, almost to his chin. He had cold, ice blue eyes that stared hungrily at Anna, or more accurately, at her body.
Behind him were two more people. The first was a mostly non-descript fellow, a bit taller than Anna, though not by much. He wasn't nearly as well built as the others and sported a small beer belly that showed under his white t-shirt and bulged, just a little, over his jeans. His squinty eyes stared at her with undiluted lust and the tip of his fat, pink tongue kept nervously licking his lips, as if he were salivating at the thought of a good meal.
The second person was more of a surprise. It was a woman. A girl really. She couldn't have been much over 18. She had long, straight blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. She also looked like she did some body building as well. She wore a tube top, similar to what Anna had been wearing but this was over a much larger set of breasts. Maybe a 36 or 38 DD. Her nipples poked through the flimsy top. She had on shorts like most of the others that clung to her well rounded ass. Her blue eyes stared at Anna and she puckered her full, red lips and blew a kiss towards her. The muscular fellow in front of her seemed to be in charged. His eyes roamed over her lithe and athletic body, mostly naked now and nodded approvingly.
