Shana struggled to pull herself together. The rising young Harvard MBA - already experienced in the executive suite wars - had followed a lead that promised career advantage, bringing her to a quiet industrial area of the city. There was no answer at the shuttered suite of offices where she was to meet her contact, and she had hailed a cab, surprised that one came into view just as she wrote off the possibility of a major score, and a subsequent rise up the ladder. She stepped in and gave her destination; immediately she was seized by unseen hands that easily overpowered her health club-trained resistance. She was pushed to the floor of the cab and the skirt of her elegant designer suit pulled over her head. Squirming in fearful embarrassment as she was exposed in her underwear, she quickly ceased struggling as sharp heels were pressed forcefully against her breasts and abdomen.
Her skirt still pulled over her face, she blindly stumbled out of the cab, steered by strong hands. Two doors opened and closed with a heavy thud; her skirt was roughly pulled down and she saw that she was in a cavernous old factory, the windows opaque with age. Three young women stood before her; two blondes and a brunette, each one well toned, tall and shapely, dressed only in bras, panties and boots with spiked heels. When one of them turned away, she observed that she wore a thong bottom; her proud buttocks were almost fully revealed.
The brunette spoke in a thick, middle European accent. "Strip."
"Are you crazy? You'd better take me to my office IMMEDIATELY. Do you know who you're dealing with? Do you know how much troub..." Shana's expostulations abruptly ceased as a blinding pain stunned her face. The brunette woman had casually slapped her with astounding force, then struck her twice more on each cheek. Shana staggered; her regular health club workouts, and the corporate skirmishes, had not prepared her for the appalling, brutal force of the blows. She realized suddenly that this was a totally new - and extremely intimidating - situation.
"Now, strip."
"All right, all right; you don't have to hit me...we can work this out. I'll pay you; I won't say anything." Her face burned; she unbuttoned her expensive designer jacket and stepped out of her skirt, standing in her silk bra, panties, and designer panty hose. The brunette gestured; reluctantly Shana removed her bra - her elegant tits stood tall - and pulled down her pantyhose. She watched the others apprehensively as she crossed her hands protectively over her breasts, feeling particularly vulnerable with the awareness that her wispy panties advertised her tender buttocks rather than covered them. In front the thin fabric revealed her pussy, shaved except for a landing strip. Never in her privileged, pampered upbringing had she felt quite so exposed.
Her three kidnappers - for that described them accurately - stared appreciatively at Shana's pert breasts, long shapely thighs, and delicate round bottom. Shana squirmed with embarrassment under their bold gaze; she knew she had a good body, which she had used a number of times to gain influence with other corporate players, but now she was no longer in control; her cheeks inflamed by the powerful slaps. One of the blonde women stepped forward and grasped her wrists; the other snapped a pair of handcuffs on them. Gripping her hands firmly, they drew them up to a bar above her head, where they were attached to a metal loop. Her breasts were uncovered; as were her pussy and bottom when her panties were pulled down to rest at her ankles. Her pale buttocks had a satiny sheen in the dim light; her flat stomach descended to plump labia. She was fit; and at the moment, completely vulnerable.
Naked and pinioned, Shana squealed with embarrassment as the three women stepped forward and began to probe and fondle her, pushing their hands between her soft thighs and into the cleft of her buttocks. A wet tongue licked her delicate ear; a slim, strong hand pushed boldly into her soft mouth and seized upon her tongue. Exposed as she was, she did not dare essay a defensive bite. Yet sharp teeth nipped hard at her earlobes, then at each nipple, driving a scream from her Behind, another mouth fastened onto the curve of her soft buttock and bit down, producing another shriek of pain. The other cheek received similar treatment. Her vagina was spread and her prominent clitoris gripped tightly between pointed fingernails. She recoiled as fingers pushed into her vagina and manipulated her; when she pulled away, two fingers entered her narrow rectum deeply.
Writhing and wriggling, she rose onto her tiptoes but the intrusions followed and were thrust deeper still. She cried out as her most secret parts were ravished. As the remorseless fingers worked inside both of her lower orifices; creating a flood of liquid noises, she began a keening, moaning outcry at her kidnappers' invasive digits. The women played with her at will; despite her appalled, squirming resistance, their skilled fingers in her pussy and anus began to provoke a sensual response, which escalated to an unmistakable orgasm. Chagrined beyond belief, the girl slumped in her bonds, and vainly tried to hide her face from the triumphant stares of her captors.
Gathering herself with an effort, she looked about her. Her well shaped body was slick with sweat; her labia glistened with liquid. She felt a metallic click at each ankle; her legs were drawn apart and fastened to the sides. She stood in bondage, her arms high above her head, her legs drawn apart so that her pussy lips were parted and between her shapely round buttocks the small bud of her anal opening - now glistening and gaping very slightly from the penetrating fingers - could be seen. The room was silent except for her gasping. She was stripped bare, completely helpless; every tender part of her arrogant, upper class body was open to her captors.
One of the blondes stood before her; now she held a long, vicious cane. Speaking in a mocking, foreign tone, she began to poke Shana's parted labia with the instrument. As Shana squirmed to avoid the intruding tip, an appalling pain crossed her round white buttocks. The brunette had struck her across both fleshy mounds with great force, causing an agonizing touch of fire. Shocked, Shana opened her mouth to scream; as if they were awaiting this, one of the blondes held her nose tightly closed and, as she opened her mouth to breathe, thrust a rubber ball gag inside, which was tightly buckled at the back of her neck by the other. Her buttocks burned like fire, yet she could not soothe them with her pinioned hands.
Gagged, bound, helpless, scorched, she quivered in what was now real fear. Her bottom stung so badly that she was sure she must be dripping blood. Yet the gag ensured that she could not plead or threaten effectively. She began to realize that for the first time in her privileged adult life, she was at the mercy of malevolent strangers. What they proposed for her was awful to contemplate. Fastened as she was, alone in a dark abandoned building, she could not avoid their vicious attentions.
The women - and Shana could not deny that they made a striking picture, sleek and sexy, almost naked - were clearly enjoying their victim's chagrin. Now two of them stood behind her, one with a short whip, the other with a slender cane. She looked apprehensively over her shoulder, but fearfully saw no mercy in their faces. "Now, Miss Pretty, we are going to whip you hard. We will only stop when we are satisfied; when you can't sit down. Then you will lick us. Your bottom is going to be oh so sore. When we have finished with you, you will please the men. Have you ever had two cocks in your little ass at the same time? No, probably not even one. But you will take them, and like it. It feels extraordinary! And there is always more whipping if you do not please sufficiently. Or even if you do. We like to see one of your kind when she finds that she does not, after all, rule the world. Often she becomes very eager to serve; the cane makes sure of that."
Conversation was over. The three women arranged themselves behind Shana, and began their work. A cane crossed Shana's buttocks viciously; as she howled though the gag and twitched her bottom as much as she was able, a whip cut across her thighs, and a crop struck her viciously at the top of her ass. She had hardly begun a muffled scream at one sharp pain when it was eclipsed by another; the crack of the instruments of punishment resounded one after the other, as her white cheeks began to show a row of bright stripes. Her squeals and shrieks, though muffled by the gag, increased in volume as the women carefully laid their weapons across the previous welts. Pausing only to watch the girl's convulsions, they selected the next target on her thighs, buttocks, and lower back. They were practiced and had little difficulty delivering the blows precisely where they were aimed, sometimes on an unmarked area, occasionally on a prior welt; the latter inflictions produced a particularly agonized, and therefore gratifying, reaction.
