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DAY ZERO

Elaine had just gotten out of her car, at home, ready for the four-day weekend. She was startled and didn't know what was going on. Later she worked out what must have happened. A white van was going by. Two or three men must have jumped out of the van and put a bag over her head. They forced a gag into her mouth over the bag while they clamped her hands behind her and clamped her ankles. They put her in the van and drove off. All in seconds.

She heard voices. "Got the cell phone?"

"Yes."

"Break it and dump it." She tried to kick with both feet but it didn't feel like it was doing much good. They got her shoes off, and from the cold air it felt like they were cutting off her clothes.

"Now leave her alone long enough to get used to it. If you stick it in too soon you'll hurt her."

Once Elaine had gone with a group to buy fresh chickens from a farm. The farmer picked up each chicken and suddenly dumped it upside down into a big funnel. Its head poked out the bottom and it couldn't move, and it was upside down which had never happened before. While it gawked surprised the farmer slit its throat. Now Elaine was the chicken. She panicked. But there was nothing to kick. She rolled around a little. She was on the floor of a panel truck and she could roll into various things that hurt. The floor was scratchy on her arms in back and her chest. The air was already stuffy. She quit moving and waited. The panic subsided. She could only wait. The word for her feeling was resignation.

After a little while the motion stopped. She was dragged out of the van and carried somewhere else. More driving. Then her ankles got pulled up toward her head, so her knees were on her chest. She couldn't move much wedged in a corner. Something big came into her vagina. "Hey, she's all wet! She must like it."

"No, that just happens when a woman thinks she's going to have sex. It keeps her from getting hurt. They'll always do that if they have enough time." It wasn't actually all that unpleasant except that she couldn't breathe right, and her arms hurt under her, and she couldn't do enough to adjust the angle, and she didn't want it. She wavered between fear and anger. Fear won. The word was apprehension. But as it continued for a very long time, the feeling dissipated. It was uncomfortable and she didn't want it. Why couldn't it be over?

"Hey, you're taking a long time. Give somebody else a turn!" Laughter.

"OK, I don't have to come now, you go ahead."

They rearranged her. They tied some kind of strap from her ankles around her back so they didn't have to keep holding them, and picked her up and put her somewhere on her side, and the next time was somewhat easier. She surprised herself by starting to cry. "You got to stop now. She can't breathe." They took out the gag and adjusted things so she still couldn't see but her mouth wasn't covered. She gasped for air.

"What if she screams?"

"Then we persuade her not to. But it don't matter out here." Elaine could only take shallow breaths because of the way she was folded, but they were precious. Her panic was already less. The fucking started again.

The vehicle motion stopped and then the engine stopped. "We're here. Time to get to work."

"Hey, I'm almost done."

"You'll have lots of time to fuck off later. Get off her now."

The thing that held her curled up was released, and Elaine stretched out. She was sore all over. A voice spoke close to her ear. "I'm talking to you, cunt. If you hear me nod your head." She hesitated and there was a sharp pain in her nipple. She jerked and it hurt more. "Nod your head." She nodded.

"Here's the plan. We want to keep you for three days, and you'll do anything we want. Then we let you go completely unhurt. You might enjoy it and you don't have to feel guilty for anything. Nothing is your fault. Then you'll have a day to relax and get ready for work. That's how we want it to go. So we don't want you to see anybody's face. Don't take off the mask. Ever. We want to let you go, completely unhurt. Do you understand?" She hesitated and her nipple hurt again. She nodded. "Good. Now I'm going to open up your feet and you can walk. Remember it's only three days."

Soon her ankles were free. She was starting to remember. A month before she'd looked at a website for perverts. She had trouble imagining some of the things that people thought were sexy. There was a service that claimed to do pretend kidnaps. They would grab somebody and repeatedly "rape" them, for a fee. She had looked at it, trying to imagine somebody wanting that. There was a chatbot or something that explained something about how it worked and how to fill out the form, and she filled it out with a fake name and address and fake email address, trying to imagine what it would be like for real. She chose a safeword. They recommended the 3-day treatment, for $150. She did nothing to let them know who she really was, or her email address, and she ghosted on them when it was time to pay.

She got pulled to her feet, and at least two people held her up while she stumbled around. They partly supported her weight. She could feel something rough under her bare feet, and then gravel, and grass, and more gravel. Indoors. Down twelve steps. It was hard to go down steps blind without her hands, but they pushed her and held her.

"Leave her here." And directed at her, "Don't let the mask come off." And then it seemed like she was alone. She was on some sort of soft mattress. She turned onto her stomach so her arms didn't hurt as much, and thought. She couldn't do much without her arms or her eyes. Maybe she could rub off the thing covering her eyes, but she couldn't get it back on again. That was a big step to take. Elaine had intended a quiet evening at home. She noticed she was crying again.

After an indeterminate time they came back and freed her arms. She could hardly move them. They were cramped and sore and tingling from bad circulation. She was pulled up and partly led and partly dragged somewhere and sat on a hard chair. Her arms were tied to the back. "Hello. Let's talk." Long pause. "You're supposed to say hello back."

Elaine said,"Hello." Her mouth was dry.

"Let's introduce ourselves. What's your name?"

"Cindy. Cindy Kowalsky."

"Your drivers license says Elaine Richards. Which name do you prefer?"

"I guess Elaine."

"OK. Do you have any questions?"

"Could I have some water?"

"Yes." A water bottle was put to her mouth and she got to drink some. Only a little spilled on to her.

"What else?"

"Are you guys from the website that kidnaps people? I didn't sign the contract and I didn't pay. You made a mistake."

A laugh. "You volunteered for this? Nice coincidence. I'm kind of glad we got somebody who wanted it. OK, I personally am really into mindfucks. Let's say we give you a safeword. You won't know whether it will get you anything until you use it. So don't use it until you just can't stand it any longer. As long as you don't say the safeword, you can think that if you really needed it you could get out of this. Then if you actually do use it, maybe you're out or maybe you're stuck with stuff you decided you can't handle and you don't have any safeword. Yeah, I like that. Your safeword is 'I want to eat shit.' That's a good safeword for you. It isn't something you'd just say in everyday conversation, right?"

Elaine didn't say anything.

"OK, you want to be called Elaine. Sometimes we'll call you 'Woman' or 'Cunt'. You can call me 'Master'. Call everybody that. Now the rules. You do anything you're told, by anybody. You can ask for anything you want whenever anybody says you can ask. That's pretty much it."

She didn't say anything. Then the bag got pulled all the way off her head. She couldn't help but see the man in front of her. He was about 5'8", blonde, a bit skinny, and his face was distinctive. Rather like Neil Patrick Harris. She quick closed her eyes and turned her head. He laughed. "Somebody told you we'd kill you if you saw our faces, I can tell. Don't worry, if you cooperate we'll work it out. You can look, it won't hurt your chances at all."

She opened her eyes. He was standing about four feet in front of her. He looked her in the eye and smiled. Some kind of sociopath. He seemed genuinely friendly, not like he had her tied down naked.

"Don't worry about the snot on your face, it's normal. Now about consequences. We don't want to hurt you. Most of us don't. We sure don't want you to get any damage. We will try not to give you any cuts or bruises, and of course no brands or tattoos without your permission. But if you get uncooperative we're likely to do this." A couple of people she hadn't paid attention to before grabbed her knees and lifted her up and forward, spreading her knees. Her arms hurt. She heard a slapping sound and then a wave of pain from her groin. They put her back down. She looked at him. He was holding -- it looked like a lightweight plastic pancake turner. She had one kind of like it in her kitchen. "You can't stop us from doing that, agreed?"

She looked at him. He made a motion and they lifted her again. More pain. They put her down. "Do you agree you can't stop us?"

It hurt bad. Her arms were tied to the chair. He made the motion again and they lifted her. She tried to close her legs and twist side to side. She couldn't do much. More pain. They put her down. "Do you agree you can't stop us?"

She found her voice. "Yes! Yes! I can't stop you."

"OK. You agree. Do I have your attention? Yes? Now. It's a bother for us to have to hold you in place for this. We'll do it if we need to. But whenever anybody tells you to get into the position, we want you to spread your legs and stick out your pussy to be spanked. Stay like that until we tell you you can stop. If you don't cooperate then we'll hold you in place and it will be a whole lot worse. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Will you cooperate?"

"Yes."

"Good. Get in position now." She scooted forward further in the chair, and stuck her legs up, knees apart. He hit her once. "OK, that's enough." She struggled to raise herself. She had to use her arms which were not at a good angle. "Get in position again." She scooted forward. "Good! You did that so well we'll just skip the rest of it. You can scootch back up now." She felt a wave of relief. No pain! She struggled back up. "Get back in position." She did. Another slap and wave of pain. "Get back up." She didn't move. He laughed. "That's OK, we're done for now."

He spoke again. "Now we need you to hold still for a few minutes, so we'll help you." Two guys grabbed her legs and held her knees apart so she couldn't move. He stuck two fingers inside her and felt around her belly with his other hand. Then he put a speculum in her and cranked it open. He did some things that pinched her cervix. "There! Done!" He removed the speculum and her legs were released. He came over and untied her arms, one after the other. "Now stand up and put your elbows on the chair seat. Spread your legs a bit." While she was turning she saw him pulling down his pants.

She had an empty feeling, and it didn't go away when she was full of him. He pumped away and eventually he stopped. He consulted his phone. "Five minutes, and I'd have come if I went any longer. You are just incredibly sexy, Elaine! I'll take more turns later, but I didn't want to come yet. Oh, you didn't ask, but all of us are tested for diseases and we're all clean. We're trusting that you are too."

She didn't reply because the next guy had already started fucking her. That went on for a long time. She lost track of how many there were. They were all naked except for that first guy. A few of them were particularly distinctive by smell, size, or motion. She didn't pay a lot of attention. Her elbows hurt. Eventually somebody said it was time to quit for the day. Most of them left.

"Now get on your knees with your forehead on the floor. Arch your back more so your ass is highest. Good." She waited to be raped again, but he stuck something small in her ass.

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't give you permission to speak." Long pause. "But it's OK this time. I'll give you permission for awhile. You're getting an enema. Keep that position until I tell you to move."

After what felt like several minutes, he said, "Now get up and expel into this bucket. You can piss too if you want to." She did it. It felt strange with him watching, but everything had been strange for awhile. "Now we do all that again." And they did.

"Get back in that position. Cross your ankles. Cross your arms above your head." Something big slid into her ass. It wasn't like she expected a penis to feel. "What's that?"

"Butt-plug. Don't ever take it out. Only other people get to take that out.

They took her back to her mattress. She was in a basement with no windows. The mattress looked dirty. They padlocked a chain around her neck and around a nearby support. They gave her a bottle of water and a big metal bowl to pee in. "Goodnight." They turned off the light.

Elaine felt exhausted. She massaged her shoulders which were still tight. She lay back on the mattress. It smelled, but so did she.

She woke up startled. Someone was pulling her hair and groping at her. She shrieked. A big hand went over her mouth and nose, cutting off her breathing. "Don't make noise. People are trying to sleep. All I want is a little quicky."

How did he get in her bedroom? Then as she got more aware she remembered. It was totally dark, she was naked, there was something in her butt, and her chain clinked. "Give me some time."

He rubbed her nipples and butt for awhile. Then he stuck it in. It didn't particularly hurt. After a few minutes he came and pulled out and left. She went back to sleep.

DAY 1

Somebody was shaking her shoulder. She woke up. It felt like she hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep. The lights were on, and he was holding her neck, opening the padlock. "We have a few things to get done before breakfast. Come with me."

The buttplug make a loud click and shifted inside her when she sat on the hard wooden chair. The thin man handed her a clipboard and a pen. "Paperwork. Sign all of these with your legal name."

"What do they say?"

"It doesn't matter, you're going to sign them anyway. But OK, one of them assigns me power of attorney, so I can take care of your money for you, another one assigns me medical power of attorney so I can make medical decisions for you, one of them declares that you have decided you are mentally incompetent and you choose me for your guardian, and a bunch of things like that. None of them would hold up in court and I wouldn't want to take it to court and reveal my identity any more than you'd want the whole world to see this. It's mostly a formality."

Elaine sat there. She was cold, and hungry, and there ought to be some way to say no. He made a motion with the pancake turner. She started signing.

"Now get in position on the floor. Like that. Good." He pulled out the buttplug and gave her two more enemas. Then he slid in a new buttplug.

"Charlie! If you have a moment we need you in here." Another man came in. Elaine remembered him. He was big. When he looked at her she felt like a piece of meat. When he raped her it felt like he didn't notice she was there. "Cunt, tell us your bankcard number."

She boggled. Part of her was thinking "My name is Elaine!" and another part was thinking "Cunt doesn't have a bankcard." Charlie grabbed one of her knees and draped it over his shoulder. She almost hit her head on the chair when he picked her up. She heard a slap and felt the pain between her legs, much worse than before. Again. And again.

"That's enough, Charlie. Give her a chance to answer."

Elaine came up with a number. "Two oh five six." Charlie did something so she wasn't upside down and she felt much safer. He put her back on the chair and she heard that click.

Thin said, "We better practice. Cunt, get in position to be spanked." She just didn't want to. But if she didn't it would be worse. She scooted forward and spread her legs. Charlie hit her with his pancake turner. A second time. This time it hurt much worse and she realized he'd been careful to avoid the buttplug every time before. "You didn't hesitate as long that time. Good girl! You're learning to cooperate. OK, we're done here. Sam will make sure you get fed." Sam was medium height and a little overweight. He led her down a corridor. Part of the basement was completely unfinished, with wooden ceiling beams exposed and studs waiting to be covered. Other places the walls were in, but the floor was still unpainted concrete. She stopped and looked at the sole of her foot. Almost black with dirt. Sam stopped. He was wearing flipflops, but other than that he was naked. His potbelly wasn't very big. "Kiss me before I feed you."

She didn't want to. But he moved close to her against the wall and she couldn't really run away. His breath wasn't good, but not nearly the worst she'd smelled in the last day. He kissed her. He stuck his tongue into her mouth. He pulled back. "Use your tongue. Kiss me like you mean it." She hesitated. He slapped her face, not hard enough to stun her, but it hurt. Then he kissed her again. She started wiggling her tongue for him. He rubbed her breasts and twisted her nipples. After a little bit he said, "You're not very good at this" and walked on.

They got to a room that had a table with a hot plate, microwave, and minifridge. He handed her a small cardboard bowl from the fridge. Oatmeal, more than half a cup. She looked at it, and looked at him. "Do I get a spoon?"

He slapped her face, gentler than last time. "I didn't say you could talk. Lick it off with your tongue."

She was hungry, and started eating. It was cold, and unflavored. No sugar. It didn't take long to eat it all and lick the bowl clean. "It's so little."

He took the bowl from her and threw it away. He smirked. "You could stand to lose a little weight. Come on."

Back at the room with the mattress, there were five other naked men waiting. The six of them took turns fucking her. They tried a variety of positions, but chose doggy-style more than half the time. She tended to prefer it that way, it seemed less personal. Every time she found herself clenching her butt, the buttplug reminded her she could only close it so far. Occasionally one of the men would leave, or another would arrive. One of them, a tall young man with acne who might have been a college freshman asked, "Would you like to take a break?"

"Yes!"

"OK. I was thinking you could give me a blowjob." He pulled out and presented his penis to her. She started licking it, glad for the respite. "Suck it." She did. "Can you deep throat?" She licked and sucked more vigorously. "You aren't very good at this, are you?" He pulled out of her mouth and went back to fucking her cunt. After that the men sometimes approached her two at a time, one on either end. They warned her to swallow.

It was all blurring together, and she heard Thin's voice. "Stop."

The man who had her said, "Hey, it's my turn."

"You can do her later. The cunt has lied to us." A bunch of guys moved to stand around her, watching.

Charlie said, "The pin didn't work. Get in position." He waved his pancake turner.

Elaine looked around. None of those fuckers would help her. She considered using her safeword. If it worked, she'd stop this. But like he said, she got some comfort thinking she could use it, and if it failed that would be gone. She started to spread her legs. "Hold onto your ankles and pull back and up. Curl your stomach to lift up your cunt. You're giving your cunt to me." She did it. She knew it would be worse if she didn't. The buttplug got pulled out. Somehow that was embarrassing. The first strike was horrible. After a long wait, the second was worse. She screamed a little and curled up from the pain. "Get back in position now." The third was ... she'd forgotten how to compare. Somebody kindly held her in position for the rest.