College-aged daughter is kidnapped, stripped and humiliated
All characters are over 18. This story is rough. You might want to pass on this story if it will upset you that a young woman is kidnapped, stripped, tied up, and forced to have non-consensual sex. Not all family holidays are filled with rainbows and unicorns.
^^^February 12th^^^
"Great party, isn't it?" Jennifer shouted at her roommate over the loud music.
The college kids were drinking and dancing at a Pre-Valentine's Day bash hosted by one of the fraternity houses.
"Yes," Gwen spoke into her roommate's ear. "Is this when I'm supposed to thank you for convincing me to go out instead of spending the evening studying?"
"Yes. It is." Jennifer swayed to the music and scanned the room. She added, "This could be your lucky night. Remember what the fortune teller said the other day? You're about to have a surprising encounter with a man you will love your whole life. You will appreciate his thick build, hard nature, and abundance of black, curly hair."
"Yeah, right," Gwen said dismissively. "I don't believe Madame Xandra can see the future. I only let her read my palm because you and the other girls made me."
"Then how do you explain Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome by the fireplace? Look at his burly physique. I love his thick shoulders and he has black, curly hair. He's been staring at you for five minutes."
Gwen looked across the room at the guy her roommate pointed out. Their eyes locked. He smiled. Gwen blushed, broke eye contact, and turned away.
Jennifer giggled and said, "He's coming over!" She handed her beer to her friend and said, "Let me make you presentable."
The blond coed was wearing a rose-colored shirt dress. It had buttons up the front, and a tie cinched at her waist that formed a big bow in the front. Jennifer fluffed up the bow. She quickly reached up and undid two buttons putting her friend's impressive cleavage on display.
"Hey! What are you doing? He'll see my bra," Gwen protested. She was unable to stop her friend because she was holding a beer in each hand.
"If you get lucky tonight, he'll see more than that. Don't worry, your bra is cute and lacy. You've got the goods, flaunt them. If I had boobs as nice as yours, I'd be topless all day, every day."
Jennifer finished her make-over just in time.
The young man stepped up to the women and said, "Hello, I'm Nico." He spoke with a hint of an Italian accent. His words were melodious.
He bestowed a dazzling smile as the girls introduced themselves. Gwen blushed and gave him a shy smile in return.
He looked her up and down said, "I like your dress."
Gwen grabbed her dress mid-thigh and twirled. Her dress lifted and made a swishing sound as she said, "Thanks."
Jennifer invented an excuse to leave her roommate alone with the handsome man. For forty-five minutes, Nico and Gwen talked, flirted, drank, and danced. Nico was very attentive. Gwen smiled thinking that the fortune teller might have been right.
Nico danced with Gwen and maneuvered her into a corner where he kissed her. She melted in his arms and kissed him back.
"Oh," she moaned as he kissed her neck.
They kissed more. If they were being monitored by a doctor, he would see an increase in their heart rates, breathing, and even their blood pressures.
Nico whispered into her ear, "Let's go somewhere private."
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
On their way out, Gwen saw Jennifer. She smiled broadly and gave her a little wave. Jennifer waved back and pressed her tongue into her cheek making it bulge. She mimed giving a blowjob and gave her friend the thumb's up sign.
Nico took the college woman to his apartment. As soon as they were inside, he closed the door, backed her against a wall, and kissed her.
"Mmm," she moaned.
His large frame pressed against her small body. As he kissed her, his hands roamed her body. He grabbed her ass, squeezed a boob, and pressed his fingers against her covered cunt.
Gwen indulged herself and let him have his way with her. She sighed, moaned, and reciprocated his kisses until she pushed him away.
"I hate to stop, but I drank too much beer. Where's your bathroom?"
"Down the hall on the right."
Gwen used the toilet, washed her hands, and looked into the mirror. She primped her hair, smiled mischievously, and said, "I like this guy. I'm going to make my intentions obvious." She untied the bow at her waist and undid enough buttons on her dress so she could step out of it.
"I'm glad I wore my fancy bra and panties set."
She strutted into the living room but stopped short with shock. She raised her arms to cover her chest, and said, "Oh! Nico, I didn't know there were others here."
Nico smiled broadly and said, "Come on in, Gwen. These are my boys, Big Jake and Irish. They're here to party with us."
"No. No. That's not my scene." She backed out of the room.
With two long, quick strides, Nico was in front of her. He slapped her.
"Oww," she cried out. Her head was knocked to the side. Her lip swelled, and blood trickled down her chin.
Nico grabbed the stunned woman and dragged her to where his friends were. The other men laughed. Big Jake pulled Gwen's panties off and bit her plump ass.
The man called Irish unhooked her pretty bra and ripped it off. He licked his lips while he stared at her full, tanned tits. Her pink nipples were embarrassingly hard.
Gwen screamed.
Nico punched her in the gut which caused her to bend over and gasp for air. Her screaming stopped because she had no air in her lungs.
"Be quiet!" Nico demanded. He picked her lacy panties up off the floor and shoved them into her mouth.
Gwen protested, but couldn't prevent it from happening. She tasted salt, sweat, and her own vagina's tangy, musky flavor.
The guys messed with her. They playfully slapped and grabbed her butt and boobs. Gwen protested with muffled cries. She flinched and tried to avoid their hands without success. The men laughed and tormented her until she was exhausted and fell to the floor sobbing.
Big Jake grabbed her hips, elevated her ass, and slid a finger inside her pussy. Irish unbuckled his belt.
"No," Nico said. "You can't fuck her yet." He knelt beside the crying young woman, put a hand on her chin, and tilted her face until he could look her in the eyes. He said, "If your mother does what our boss wants, you will be released alive."
He looped his arm in hers and stood her up. He took her into the basement. The other men followed. There she saw a large X-shaped metal structure.
Nico said, "This beauty is a Crux Decussata. I strip and tie women to it. Some bitches need to be broken, tamed, and trained. Some women like being restrained. They like being used and abused. Have you dabbled in bondage? Worn a blindfold? Been tied up with scarves?"
She stared at him. Her body shook.
He laughed, plucked the panties from her mouth, and said, "There. Now you can tell us about your sexual exploits. Anal? BDSM? Role-playing? Any gangbangs?"
She looked at him with frightened eyes.
"Nothing to say? That's okay. Maybe later," he said. "I'm going to tie you up. It won't hurt, but you'll be restrained and it'll make an impressive picture to send to your mother. We're also going to make a video to assure your mom that you're alive."
He walked over to a wall where various ropes hung on hooks. They were made of a variety of materials: hemp, nylon, cotton, etc. They were also in different colors and lengths. He grabbed a couple of smooth, blue nylon ropes and returned to the scared coed.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
She hesitated.
"Do it or they will make you," he said and gestured to the two large men.
She began to cry. It was more than crying. It was the kind of desolate sobbing that comes from a person drained of all hope. Tears ran down her face, snot oozed from her nose, and her body trembled. Her tits shook and quivered. She spread her legs and placed them beside the metal crossbars.
He knelt next to her and coiled a rope around her ankle. He secured it and left an exposed loop to connect to later. He snaked the rope up and around her leg and tied it around her waist. He did the same thing to the other leg with another length of rope.
He stood, grabbed more rope, and did the same thing to her wrists and arms. These ropes were tied around her neck and upper chest.
He took an elastic cord and circled each breast with coils. These he wrapped and tied around her torso. The stretchy cord compressed her boobs and caused them to turn reddish-purple and protrude.
"Kneel. Sit on your heels," Nico ordered.
Gwen did as she was told. He knelt and ran nylon ropes through the loops he'd made in the coils around the wrists and ankles. He secured her right hand to her right foot and her left hand to her left foot. She could move within limits, but she couldn't stand.
Nico stood and took a couple of steps. He pulled a black vinyl cover off a machine and asked, "Have you ever had the pleasure of riding a Sybian?"
She stared at the device. It was a padded, curved box about ten inches high, a foot long, and a foot wide. It had a small ridge in the middle.
She shook her head.
"It's a fucking machine. Think of it as a hands-free vibrator and dildo that you ride with adjustable speeds and interesting attachments."
He pointed to a shelf that she'd not previously noticed and asked, "What are you in the mood for? The basic? A rotating dildo and a vibrating pleasure pad? The rabbit model? A huge dick? Or the double penetrating unit?"
He picked up the Twin Towers and said, "The main shaft is five inches long and five inches in diameter. The dildo that goes in your butt is three inches long and has a circumference of three and a half inches."
He rubbed the cool, smooth, silicone dicks against her face.
"Please. Don't," she whimpered.
The guys smiled and watched her cower and cringe.
"Maybe you'd prefer the rabbit. Do you have a rabbit vibrator?" Nico asked. He put the DP attachment back on the shelf and picked up the rabbit model. The shaft on it was ribbed and seven inches long.
