As soon as the van made its quick getaway, I was roughly pulled to my knees, and my elbows were bound together behind me, thrusting my small breasts out. The bra was still twisted beneath them, pushing them up like an offering. The plug stretched my ass uncomfortably, making me squirm.
"Welcome to captivity," Paul chuckled, motioning to the dim interior of the van. "It only gets worse from here."
His words had the desired disheartening effect on me. I could feel my spirits sinking. Don't give up, I admonished myself, trying to bolster my flagging confidence. Don't give them what they want.
"Hey Paul," Matt asked. "Did the boss say anything about not touching her on the ride back?"
"You know the rules. Nothing involving your dick, and obviously nothing that will permanently damage her. Otherwise, I don't care what the hell you do back there."
Matt turned to look at me, a grin spreading across his face. I met his look with my horrified gaze. Hadn't I been through enough already? I tried to say something through the gag in my mouth, but he pounced on me, his movements rough. His hands roughly groped me, pulling on my breasts and squeezing them until I whimpered through the gag.
"Jordan, you want any of this?" he asked. No, not two of them.
Jordan clambered back to us, pushing me down onto the floor without a word. With no warning, his thick finger speared me. I rose up off the floor with a cry before I was pushed back down by Matt.
"Fuck, dude, she's a virgin." Jordan hissed. My face burned with shame. I was nineteen and attractive, but still a virgin. I had been raised in the church of the Lord, where we were taught that our bodies were a temple, and that we must remain pure before marriage. Since meeting Lee, the pastor's son, we had slowly slipped away from that principle, but we hadn't done it yet.
"It's okay," Matt assured him. "We've got a lot more than her pussy to entertain us." With that, he slid two strong hands under my body and flipped me over. Now I couldn't see what they were doing, and I was well aware of my butt sticking up in the air.
I thrashed about as soon as I felt the dildo in my ass move. One of them pressed down on my back with one hand, forcing me to stop. Slowly, he drew it out. I moaned, trying to squirm away from them. It hurt, but it was more of a sensual pain. It was an odd feeling.
I was relieved when it was all of the way out. I could feel my asshole contracting, trying to return to normal. Now I knew that I was naïve in the ways of sex, but getting aroused by playing with someone's poop hole seemed perverted, to say the least. I could only hope that it was a fetish of these particular men and that no one else I would encounter would want to go there.
All thoughts were driven from my mind as the warm head of the dildo nuzzled up against my asshole again. He didn't work it in slowly like Matt had. He shoved it in with one forceful push, leaving my body to do the adjusting on its own. I groaned into the gag, but it didn't hurt like it had the first time. That didn't mean that it wasn't uncomfortable though.
"All right, guys, that's enough." Paul called my attackers off of me. They reluctantly stood up, leaving me panting on the floor, still uncomfortably bound.
"We've got a long ride ahead of us, and the boss just called to tell us to let her rest. He wants her fresh."
Jordan and Matt grumbled as they left me. My jaw ached from the balled up gag, and my arms were already beginning to cramp. Rest. Yeah right. No one could sleep like this. Still, it was better than being molested further. I settled down and closed my eyes.
Lee. Please come and get me, I whispered in my thoughts. Just thinking of his dear face brought tears to my eyes.
The van jerked to a halt, and I woke up with a start. I wasn't sure if I had been asleep or just dozing, but my protesting muscles let me know that I had been here for several hours.
"Come on, slut, time to look at your new home," Paul grunted as he clambered into the back of the van. I was still lying face-down on the metal floor when he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me to my knees. I stumbled to my feet as he pushed me forward, barely avoiding falling on my face.
The back doors swung open and Jordan and Matt were waiting for me.
"Take it easy," Jordan cautioned me. "We don't want you falling and getting scraped up at the very end."
They each took a shoulder and practically lifted me out, steadying me on my feet. In front of me was a large house, illuminated by strategically placed yard lights. Whoever owned it was obviously well-off, but it wasn't a palace. I was relieved at how normal the mansion looked. Perhaps it wouldn't be that hard to escape from. Trees surrounded it and stretched out into the distance as far as I could see. It was secluded, but once I escaped, I was sure that I could follow this road back without much trouble.
They marched me forward, Paul leading the way up to the large white double doors. He lifted the iron knocker and tapped it against the door three times, almost timidly. About two minutes passed, and I was beginning to think that no one was home.
A pretty little maid opened the door. My face reddened as I remembered my lack of modesty. My pussy was fully exposed but for the dark bush of hair that obscured it. My breasts were sore from lying on the twisted wire of the bra for several hours.
"Please, come in," she said, as if nothing were out of place. She stepped aside and ushered the four of us to the middle of the entryway. Before us was a staircase that curved out of sight, undoubtedly leading to the railing of the balcony of the second floor above us.
The clicking of heels brought my attention back to the maid. She was walking away, probably to call her master. I took a deep breath. This was it. I had to make a strong impression. I would not let him (or her) walk all over me. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I had a thought. What if it was some elderly pervert? I shuddered, thinking of the bent and wrinkled body I would be forced to service.
"Gentlemen, forgive my rudeness. I didn't expect you to arrive so soon, and I was filling out a few forms to pass the time." A fascinating male accent entered the room from the side.
