I awoke to darkness and silence. My hands were bound above my head and something held my legs wide apart. My body was bare and I was lying on something cold and hard. There was no movement in the air, so I assumed I was inside. My eyes were covered and no light seeped through. I began screaming and thrashing against my restraints and I could have sworn I heard a faint chuckle.
I gave up screaming after a few minutes. Tears saturated my face as I tried to recall what happened. I remembered walking home from work and fumbling for my keys as I reached my door. Then someone grabbed me from behind. Everything after that was blank.
A hand gently caressing my breast made me snap to attention.
"Who are you? Where am I? Please let me go!"
The only response was a hard slap to my breast. I cried out and my captor hit me again. Each yelp was met with another slap -- and each was more painful than the last. Once I quieted, the hands went back to gently caressing. I learned quickly that my silence was desired.
I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as my nipples were pinched and twisted. My body reacted as it was meant to and I felt my pussy begin to drip.
"Good girl," was all he said. His voice was deep and powerful. I started to speak and then quickly closed my mouth. He laughed.
"It's all right. That game's over. You did well, but there is so much more planned for you tonight."
"Game? Planned for me? Who are you? You can't do this! Please, let me go! I won't tell anyone if you just let me . . ."
I was cut off by his fingers tracing my clit. I moaned and lifted my hips as much as I could.
"See? You don't want me to let you go. You're enjoying this. And we've only just started. By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us not to leave."
Just as I registered the "we" and the "us," another set of hands grabbed my tits.
"No! You can't do this!"
The first man laughed again as he worked his fingers in and out of my cunt. The other man continued playing with my nipples -- rolling them between his fingers. I tried to keep protesting, but it became difficult as I neared orgasm. I started tightening my muscles around his fingers and pushing into him as much as I could with the restraints holding me back. And then just as I was about to cum, they both stopped.
I was left panting -- desperate for the release.
"You haven't earned it yet. All in good time."
He removed my blindfold and I tried to focus on his face, but without my glasses, everything was a blur.
The room was dimly lit. I was lying on some kind of table and I could make out some other oddly-shaped furniture around the room -- a giant X-shaped frame, something that looked like a pommel horse, and other things I couldn't make out at all.
There were three men in the room -- that I could see anyway. My heart began to speed up as I realized the extent of my situation. There was no escape. Tears ran down my face again.
"Shhhh," the first man began stroking my cheek. "It's okay Gwen. I promise you're going to enjoy this"
"How do you know my name?!" I screamed as I squinted trying to make out his face. He had dark hair that dropped to his shoulders and a widow's peak. His skin was tanned and looked to be of Mediterranean decent, but there was no accent to his voice. I studied him as best I could, but I could not place his face.
He laughed, "I know a lot about you, Gwen. And I know that deep down in the darkest pits of your mind, you want this. You've always wanted this. And tonight . . . and maybe into tomorrow, we're going to make your fantasies a reality."
I wanted to object, but it was true. As long as I could remember, I would fantasize about being taken and having my body ravished. I never told anyone about those fantasies, not even my husband. Sometimes I wrote them down in a journal, but they were kept safely at home.
"Have you been in my home?! How dare you! You can't . . . you just can't do this! I'm married. My husband will be worried. Please, please let me go!"
He stroked my hair and played with my nipples while he spoke, "I saw your ring. I know you're married, but I know you still want this and you're going to get it. But I'm tired of talking now." He stopped and looked away. "Jordan, bring me the gag."
"Sure thing, Ryan." Jordan walked over and handed Ryan what looked like a long strap with a dildo in the middle of it. I clamped my mouth closed and Ryan traced my lips with his fingers before holding my nose.
As soon as I opened my mouth to breath, he shoved the dildo in and pulled the straps around my head. It was rather small, maybe only 3 inches, but thick enough to keep my mouth closed tightly around it.
"There. That's better. Now what should we do with you next? What do you think, Jeremy?" Ryan turned around and looked at the third man.
Jeremy came closer and shoved two fingers roughly inside of me. "Hmm, she's tight. Why don't we see if we can open her up a bit?"
"Great idea," Jordan replied.
I tried to scream against the gag, but it was pointless. Jeremy kept pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt. Two became three and then three became four. I could feel my juices dripping out of me and my clit was swollen.
