Everything is black. I suddenly feel a cold, hard, smooth surface against my bare back. A chill runs down my skin. I am naked. Where are my clothes? Think, damn it! Vague images begin to come back to me...
I had left work and was walking through the parking garage to my car. I had just turned down the aisle where my car was parked when an arm snaked tightly around my waist. My scream was cut off by a cloth slammed over my mouth and nose. I can recall a strange odor before everything went black...
There must have been something on that cloth, my frantic mind realized. Have I been kidnapped? Where am I? My heart begins to race with fear. I try to open my eyes, only to realize they are already open and everything is still black. I become aware of a cloth tied around my head, covering my eyes. I can feel the pressure of it across the bridge of my nose and the knot against the back of my head. At least I am not blind. As I concentrate on the blindfold, my other senses come into focus and my heartbeat slows a fraction. My head is hanging from whatever I am lying on, the edge pressing into the base of my skull. My legs are also dangling. What I am lying on seems to end right past my butt. Should I try to move? Will I fall and break my neck? My hands are not bound. They are resting by my hips. I can easily rip off the blindfold, but what if someone is watching for my movement? Would I lose the chance to escape?
"She's waking up," a deep voice sounds from somewhere on my right. Shit! I must have moved of made a sound.
I hear another voice farther away make a sound of hunger and barely restrained excitement. The sound sends ice flowing through my veins. My heart leaps and a lump forms in my throat. Oh God! They are coming for me and there is little question in my overactive imagination about what is going to happen. It's now or never. I push myself up and off the surface I am on, willing to risk any possible injury from a fall. Expecting to be falling for some time, the floor meets my feet suddenly, my knees buckle, and I sit roughly on the carpeted floor.
"Damn!" The voice sounds close behind me. It is not as deep as the first that had spoken and my hysterical mind immediately associates it with that hungry sound that had caused me to try to flee.
I shift my weight to stand, but long, thin hands manacle my wrists. My arms, as well as those attached to the hands holding my wrists are crossed under my breasts. Those arms are definitely masculine. I am lifted and pulled back against a bare chest. The feel of the man's chest pressed so intimately against my back momentarily shocks me. I am immediately brought back to my senses by the man's erection pressing against the crack of my ass.
"Noooooo!" I scream as I try to get away from my captor. I try to use my feet against the floor to pull away, thrusting my hips forward.
"Oh yeah, Bitch! Fight me!" He laughs excitedly as he bends slightly forward at the waist, causing my weight to shift backwards. My ass slams against him, his cock parts my cheeks. The head of his cock brushes my anus and I feel my stomach roil. I swallow the bile in my throat and scream again.
Before I can renew my struggles, a second pair of hands grab my ankles and lift my feet off the floor. My right foot brushes a naked hip and my breath stops. "You can scream all you want, Sweet. There is no one for miles around." It is the deep voice I heard first upon waking.
The men are moving now, carrying me between them. I squirm frantically, but only succeed in causing the man behind me to unwrap his arms from under my breasts, so he is now only holding me by my wrists. As I fall the short distance until my arms are straight, the back of my head hits his erection.
"Gawd! Look at her twist and buck! This is going to be more fun than I imagined!" growls the man holding my wrists. His voice is thick now with lust, though it does not completely cover the adolescent sound of it. A small drop of liquid hits my forehead and my body shudders in revulsion. I try to convince myself that it is spittle and not precum dripping from his erection, which is mere inches above me.
I am placed back upon the same surface where I awoke. I assume now that it is a table or counter I am lying on. The men shift me around until I am in the same position as before. My arms are stretched back over my head. My elbows brush warm flesh not my own. A hairy thigh brushes against my face. I can smell the overpowering odor of his arousal, which increases my fear. I try to lift my head, only to have it once again encounter his cock. I drop my head back down, accompanied by his laughter. He has crossed my wrists and shifted his hold to one hand. My stomach flips and my body tenses with dread now that he has a free hand. But instead of grabbing me or touching me, I feel a silky cloth being wrapped tightly around my wrists. He lets go, and my now tied hands drop down against his ass, causing him to take a short step forward and press his thighs into my face. I straighten my elbows, afraid to move them any more as I realize that my hands are tied behind his back, my arms encircling his waist.
At the same time as all of this, the man with the deep voice has shifted his hold on my ankles. They are now held in one of his hands. The insane thought flashes through my mind that his hands must be huge and his fingers long for him to effectively trap my ankles with one hand. There is movement beyond my feet and the sound of something being dragged across the floor. My feet are pulled to the side so that my hips twist slightly to the right. There is more movement and a shoulder brushes the outside of my left thigh. I squeeze my legs tightly together and whimper low in my throat. My ankles are released, but I don't move, keeping my legs pressed to one another. Hands soon wedge themselves between my knees and roughly force my legs apart. I am no match for the man's strength. I clench my eyes and mouth shut, waiting for the pain. I am panting with fear and tears escape from my eyes.
"Look at the slut's chest go." It is the adolescent again. His hands cup my breasts, feeling their weight. "Ooh yeah! I love tits that more than fill my hand." He begins to knead them roughly.
The other man has placed my legs over his shoulders, his one arm wrapping around my right thigh, the heel of his hand pressing down on my abdomen right above my pubic hair. It must have been a chair that was dragged over earlier. I was about to begin slamming my heels against his back, but, as if reading my mind, he speaks. "I would not kick if I were you, Sweet. I am in a position to do some damage," he purrs in that deep, velvety voice of his that in different circumstances I would find sensual. As if to prove his point, he presses down even more on my abdomen. It isn't painful, but it shows me his strength.
Tears are now streaming from beneath my blindfold, running down my forehead. The boy (as he has become in my mind) is still kneading my breast roughly, working his way towards my nipples. He suddenly pinches them, causing them to tighten in reflex and with fear.
"You're such a slut," he growls. I shake my head vigorously, refusing to open my mouth because of the proximity of his cock. "She says she's not." He is obviously talking to the man between my legs, who has been suspiciously still.
"Of course she is. All women are sluts at heart. We will just have to get her to admit it, won't we, Sweet?" I can feel his hot, moist breath against the top of my thighs and I whimper again. It is all I can do to keep the bile from choking me. "Well, time to begin her lessons," he purrs ominously. If possible, my body becomes even more tense than it already is.
The boy begins pinching and kneading with a new vigor. Then he leans forward and begins biting the inside of my left breast. His thigh presses fully against my face. The smell of his sex is overwhelming. The usual smells are tinged with a sour odor that further turns my stomach. It is difficult to breath, but I stubbornly refuse to open my mouth, even when his teeth viciously clamp down around my nipple and pull. I scream in my throat.
The deep voiced man sitting between my legs shifts his hand so that his fingers now spread my lips, exposing my clitoris. The heel of his hand continues to press into my stomach. I feel a finger from his other hand gently trace around my clit. It isn't painful, but I am dry. The finger leaves me momentarily and comes back warm and wet. He must have wet his finger with his saliva. He again traces around my clitoris, and down towards my vagina, but touching neither directly. My tears turn to sobs and my face burns with shame as I feel the slightest bit of wetness begin inside me. He continues his figure eight pattern up around the nub of my clit and down around the opening to my vagina.
The boy has switched his mouth to my right breast, biting and sucking cruelly. His hand continues to torment my throbbing left breast. I still can't breathe well with my nose smashed against the boy's thigh and I am beginning to feel light-headed. My thoughts are immediately drawn back to the other man as he inserts the tip of his finger into my vagina. He doesn't push it any farther. Instead, he moves the tip of it around in circles, pressing the tip of his finger against the walls of the opening. His other hand still holds my nether lips spread. His breath fans my clitoris. My juices now begin to flow freely, running down my pussy to my ass. I choke on my tears and shame. I am too wet to fool myself into believing it is cause by fear.
The boy removes his mouth from my breast and replaces it with his hand. He stands up and I suck fresh air through my nose into my lungs, causing my breast to push up into his hands.
"See, you like this, Bitch. Miss my mouth, don't you?" I again shake my head in the negative, but he ignores me. "Maybe I'll take them in my mouth again later. Right now, you are going to thank me for giving your breasts what they wanted. Open your mouth, Slut!"
I shake my head, refusing. He grasps my nipples tightly and twists. It feels as if he is trying to rip them from my body. "I said, open your mouth, you slut!" he grinds out between clenched teeth.
My sobs have increased, but I still refuse to comply. The finger is still moving around the opening of my vagina and the velvet voiced man begins licking me from vagina to clitoris with long, flat-tongued strokes. That does not continue long before he begins flicking the tip of his tongue over the swollen nub of my clit. My pussy and the man's hand are drenched. I am no longer sure if I am sobbing from pain or pleasure.
"She won't open her slut mouth," the boy whines.
