The Abduction Gambit

When I woke I was naked on my back on a mattress, hands tied above my head and my legs bound at the ankles. When I tried to pull my hands down, I realised they were tethered to something behind me that I couldn't see because of the piece of cloth wrapped around my head and over my eyes, effectively blinding me.

The rumbling of an engine and the slight rocking motion told me I was in some sort of vehicle, but I had no idea of how I'd got here.

I had no sense of time... day, night? And I was scared. Terrified, in fact. My last memory was of pulling into my garage after a meeting and opening my car door. I sensed a movement behind me but before I could turn to look, I was lifted off my feet and a cloth with a strong chemical odour was pushed against my face.

I could only struggle for a second before the world faded, and now I was here - naked and going who knows where. As I shifted my weight to pull on my binds, I felt wetness oozing from between my legs and I froze. What had happened? Had someone been inside me while I was unconscious? The thought filled me with horror and I whimpered.

It was then that I felt the vehicle come to a stop. I heard a door open and close, then the sound of another door sliding open beside me. I was clearly in a panel van, but where, and who?

Cool air rushed over my body. I knew one person had exited the van, but suddenly there were two voices talking, laughing, a short distance away. Other than the two men's conversation it was deathly silent, as though the world had been smothered in a blanket.

Then I heard footsteps approaching and a muffled, curt instruction: "Hold still or you'll be cut!" I heard the brief sound of sawing and then my ankles were free. A second later the tie that had been holding my hands above my head went slack as well.

Hands grabbed my ankles roughly and swung them towards the vehicle's open door. Then I felt hands clasping my shoulders and I was jerked into a sitting position before being pulled upright until I was standing, swaying slightly as the blood rushed back into feet that were an agony of pins and needles.

I felt something woolly scratching the side of my face, and it took me a second to connect the muffled voice with the scratchy knit; whoever had snatched me was wearing a balaclava!

That was good, I thought; anyone hiding their identity probably didn't mean to kill me... the thought trailed off as dismay took over. There were a thousand things that could be done to me while I was alive - none of them good - and feeling the stickiness between my legs made me I suspect at least one violation had already taken place.

I was roughly pulled back against a hard male body with one arm that had snaked around my waist. To my horror I felt my feet being kicked apart from behind a split second before fingers slid over my clit, rubbing it lazily for a second before shoving hard into my hot, saturated pussy. I felt another set of fingers grab my nipples, twisting them.

As I whimpered a second muffled instruction was whispered directly into my ear: "I'm going to remove the blindfold now. You are not to look back for any reason. If you do, it'll be that much worse for you in the end, slut! When the blindfold is off, you're allowed to start running. It's only fair to give you a sporting chance. If you manage to get away, good for you. If not, then the game is afoot!"

I heard a low, wicked chuckle, then the blindfold was ripped off and I found myself squinting into the setting sun. My eyes battled to adjust to the light and I blinked hard, instinctively raising my bound hands to try to wipe away the tears that were suddenly filling them.

There was a small push to the centre of my back and I heard the words: "Run! You have a 30-second head start."

I didn't need a second invitation; I took off sprinting across the open field in the direction of a light I could see shining in the distance through the approaching dusk. The light could mean rescue and I was determined to reach it!

The taunting countdown from 30 faded as I drew away from the van, but all too soon I heard "three, two one; time's up!" shouted across the field and I whimpered in terror, running even faster.

I could hear sounds of unhurried pursuit behind me, then I sprinted the final few metres through the corpse of trees at the edge of the field and staggered to a halt outside the lit building.

It took several sinking seconds to realise it wasn't in fact a house but a storage barn and I felt my chance of rescue slipping away in the stillness of the evening air. Despite the light the barn was clearly empty, but I nevertheless ran inside when I heard footsteps moving through the trees.

I slammed the door shut behind me and slid the bolt across, wondering how long it'd keep my pursuers out. As my panicked eyes flitted across the open space seeking another exit, it slowly dawned on me that I'd run right straight into a trap; I was exactly where my kidnappers had wanted me all along. How was I so sure?

The first clue was the large metal-framed bed to one side of the barn. There were shackles attached to the four corners and next to the bed stood a table covered with a selection of large, wicked looking toys. Every woman had at least a rabbit in her bedside cabinet, but these were massive and menacing! Most alarming of all was the peg board mounted on the wall from which hung a terrifying array of floggers, crops and leather strops.

As I resumed my hunt for another exit, the lights suddenly went out and I was plunged into complete darkness. I heard the deadbolt retract like a gun shot in the silence, then the door opened and swiftly closed again. But my blood ran ice cold when I heard the bolt slide back into the locked position and the distinctive "snick" of a padlock snapping shut.

I heard another muffled chuckle followed by: "We don't want to be disturbed, now do we? And you can stop looking; this door is the only way out."

I silently flattened myself against the far side of a stout wooden pillar, but two brilliant beams flashed on and swept across the dark floor. The men were wearing head lamps over their balaclavas! They spotted me in a second and like circling wolves they separated and moved around the pillar, boxing me in.

Blinded by their head lamps that were never turned towards each other, I could make out nothing more than faint outlines.

I was snatched up, slung over the shoulder of one of the men and carried to the bed, where I was thrown down. Before I could recover my breath I felt my legs being pulled apart roughly and my ankles secured with the shackles. A second later the wrist bindings were cut and my hands were similarly secured to the shackles on the frame at the top of the bed.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? Please I don't know you, I haven't done anything to you why are you hurting me this way?" I asked.

The man who appeared to be in charge, who'd spoken before, answered: "Why? Because I can. I can fuck you any which way I please, make you suck me, I can whip you and should the urge grab me I can even sell you. You have nothing with which to bargain. I own you."

Then he crawled up to straddle my shoulders, grabbed a fistful of hair pulling my head off the mattress and shoved his rigid cock into my mouth. He pressed forward until I started to choke and held the full length deep in my throat until I felt I couldn't breathe. He started to shove his cock in and out in and out, fucking my mouth hard.

I heard him moaning, then as the tears began to run down my cheeks, just as suddenly he climbed off me. "Oh don't cry little girl!" I heard the muffled words whispered close to my ear. "I tell you what; I'm going to make you feel really good."

I opened my eyes to slits and in the glow of the man's headlamp I could see a battery-operated bullet hovering over my belly. "I'm going to tape this down on your clit. Maybe that'll put you in a party mood."

Instinctively my legs pulled together, but the second man impatiently forced them apart again under the high beam of his headlamp as the first man parted the lips of my pussy and the bullet was pushed down onto my clit, then secured in place by a length of duct tape.

Before I could even attempt to protest he turned it on and the vibrations pulsed through my clit, making my hips jerk involuntarily. Even muffled by the balaclava I could hear a low chucked as his head tilted sideways and he watched me intently. The low vibe was suddenly ratcheted up and I screamed as a massive orgasm gripped my entire body.

"That's better! Good girl" the first man said in a low voice. "Now let's do that again."

With the bullet still vibrating on high, the first man moved down between my legs and I could feel fingers prying into me. He motion to the second man with his free hand and the beam behind me flicked off. I suddenly I felt my nipples being pinched, rolled and pulled before tight clamps bit into them hard. I cried out, but then felt two more fingers slide inside me and I gasped.

"MMMMMM...You're so wet. It's making me even harder." The fingers suddenly pulled out of me, and a large, dark, knobbly dildo was whipped off the table and roughly shoved into my pussy.

I screamed at the invasion and tried to twist my body sideways to close my shackled legs, but the man simply pushed it in harder. I heard an irritated snort and I shrieked out loud when I felt a rough hand deliver stinging slaps to both my breasts in quick succession.

My clamped nipples screamed their own chorus of agony as heat pulsed through them from the blows and I tried to yank my arms down to cover them but only succeeded in raising painful welts on my wrists as the metal of the shackles bit into my flesh. Tears leaked from under my eyelids and I groaned softly.

The bed creaked as the man apparently in charge shifted his weight and I heard a soft sliding sound that with my eyes tightly shut made no sense for a few seconds. As a narrow strip of white hot pain exploded across my mound and the tops of my thighs, though, it was easy to visualise that terrifying peg board against the wall - the one that was now almost certainly minus one leather crop.

Roughly he twisted my body round until I was helplessly pinned on my back again. Two hand wrenched my thighs apart, hard knees slammed into the tender inners to keep my legs spread and then a hand pushed down onto my stomach. I was as effectively pinned as a butterfly specimen. The other hand that was knotted around the strap of the crop, shoved the massive dildo back inside me.

"Who. Gave. You. Permission. To. Move?" he growled; every word separately spat and emphasised by a stinging crack of the crop on my pussy. With every whistling cut across the tender flesh my hips bucked, uselessly seeking escape by thrusting against the hard palm implacably holding me in place on the mattress.

"That's seven. Move another inch except to breathe and you'll start understanding what the word 'pain' really means," the man hissed. Immediately I froze, willing my screaming groin muscles not to twitch.

Slowly I opened my eyes and squinted against the blinding head lamp shining directly in my face. "Please," I whispered, "no more. I'm sorry; I won't do it again." The light didn't move for a long moment.

Finally the masked man dropped his gaze downward, hungry eyes devouring my spread nakedness. "No I don't believe you will," he whispered. Then faster than lightning his wrist snapped up and down twice leaving a searing red X across my torso and breasts, each line running less than an inch from my clamped nipples. My body bucked against the hand that was suddenly pressing down hard on my stomach again and I screamed.

"Why?" I whimpered as the masked man turned his head slightly to toss the crop to one side before the blinding light was back on my face and body.

"Because I can!" he whispered as he bent his body forward towards my swollen, hot and aching pussy. I was suddenly aware that there was no pressure against my clit; the bullet that had been nestled there had been sent flying by the blows, but the tape remained. Scrabbling fingertips worried the edge of the tape until one corner lifted, then became still. The man raised his head for an instant, shining the blinding light towards the barn roof, eyes glinted and then with a snigger the tape was ripped off.

My eyes snapped shut and my body shuddered. It took every ounce of willpower not to writhe sideways. The light returned and I exhaled slowly, letting the pain drain out of my body. "Good girl!" I heard the man whisper as he removed the massive phallus from inside me.

Seconds later long probing fingers spread my throbbing pussy wide and I felt the edge of a nail slip under the hood of my clit, then softly rake over the tender nub. I was instantly soaked, a fact that didn't go unnoticed as first a thumb slid inside me, followed by three more fingers. "Such a little slut," I heard the first man say to the second. "You just have to touch her clit and she floods."

Colour rushed to my cheeks, but at the same time I felt myself pushing against his hand. Then to my horror the fingers slick with my juices start probing my tight ass. I tried to pull away and I screamed. Implacably two fingers forced their way through the tight bud, hovered for a second, then plunged into my ass to the knuckles.

As I bucked, they were joined by two more and in seconds four fingers were plunging hard into my ass. The assault continued for a minute then suddenly stopped. I felt the light move upwards and weight over me. The head of his cock pressed against the opening of my pussy. Slowly he pushed his hard swelling cock inside my hot wetness. I groaned as he pushed deeper inside me. Opening me up to take every bit of him in and going as deep as he could. He thrust in and out slowly.

"I want to make this hard on last as long as I can." After a few slow thrusts he held his cock inside me and started rocking. I couldn't help it... The movement tilted me over the edge and into rolling orgasms so hard I screamed, begging him to stop.

My pleas were met with a low chuckle, and the unshackling of my ankles. But there was no respite from the bondage; quickly my legs were secured to the top of the bed alongside my wrists, and I realised that I couldn't have been more spread if I'd tried! I was wide open, naked and utterly vulnerable, yet now so turned on I hurt. I'd had a secret fantasy for years about being abducted and violated. Now that it was actually happening and I was convinced they had no murderous intent, what they were doing made me gush.

Then the first man crawled over me again. Every part of me clenched, but his intentions were clear and there was no stopping him as a large cock thrust hard into my ass. I felt torn into a thousand pieces and I screamed, but his piston-like hips were relentless, burying his cock deep. Faster and faster the strokes got, and I began to scream in a delirium of orgasms.

With a deep groan he gave a final hard shove into my ass, then collapsed on my chest, spent.

What was the plan now, I wondered? Would they let me go? Instead, the first man switched off his headlamp, waved to the second man to switch his on behind me, and then lifted his head off my body.

He turned his face into the beam of light, raised the balaclava and ran a hand through sweat-soaked hair and smiled. Seeing the expression on my face, my partner laughed.

"You told me about your fantasy a while ago, remember? How could I resist realising it for you? Oh, and you remember my friend Chris?" he asked, as the second man removed his facial covering and grinned. "He had strict instructions to keep it above the waist, but I somehow don't think you'd have minded either way towards the end."

I was too shocked to speak.

As the lanky man who'd shared my bed for so long began to unshackle me, though, his next words were my undoing: "I must remember how much fun it is to fuck you when you're out cold, like earlier in the van. You're far more cooperative that way. Oh, and SUCH a good girl!"