The atmosphere in the club had just gotten too stuffy, too claustrophobic. The smell of too many bodies squashed into the room, the spilled alcohol... when some guy had breathed in her face she smelled what he had for dinner... beans - yuck! It was just too much.
She signaled to the bartender that she was taking a break and slipped out the back door. It was one of the perks of being an employee - she could slip in and out without having to deal with the bouncers. Honestly, on a night like tonight she was not needed.
As a hostess, she was supposed to encourage the patrons to dance, to drink. Most of the time they didn't even realize she was a club employee. She accepted offers of drinks and danced with some guys when they asked. That was her job, but she never left the bar with any of the men she danced with, and one of the bouncers always walked her to her car after work just to be sure she was safe. It was club policy that the hostesses never be left where clubbers could molest them.
Cara shivered slightly as she stepped out into the cool night air and walked a few feet away from the door, away from the party noises filtering through it. She felt her muscles relaxing as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath;, raising her arms above her head to let her lungs fill with the clean air. She didn't hear the men come up behind her; she was too involved in herself.
Suddenly a hand clamped down over her mouth and an arm circled her waist, picking her up off the ground. Another pair of hands grabbed her arms. She struggled wildly trying to kick her attacker, trying to get one of the stiletto heels into his foot like she'd learned in self-defense class. She bit at the hand over her mouth, screaming and cursing.
"Give me some help here!" grunted the man holding her. She could feel his grip slipping and prepared herself to run as soon as she was loose. To her dismay another man grabbed her feet. Between the three of them they pulled her into the open door of a nearby warehouse and dropped her on the floor as the door slammed shut.
She landed hard and hit her head on the cement floor. She lay there stunned and gasping for air. She glared at her attackers, her head spinning. The light was dim so she couldn't see any of their faces, but she could tell by the way they were dressed that they had been out clubbing. They had probably seen her leave and made their move.
Suddenly a light came on directly over her head, spotlighting her, making it impossible to tell anything distinctive about her kidnappers.
She rose to her knees preparing to stand, to defend herself when a voice snapped, "Don't move!" She froze. Something about that voice was familiar.
"Stay on your knees, bitch!" The speaker walked into the light. Cara gasped in recognition. It was Brett, the bartender who she had told she was going out. If he was here, no one knew where she was. He grinned ferally as he saw the realization in her eyes.
"That's right. No one knows where you went. No one saw you leave... except us. And we're not telling anybody." He gestured toward the darkness. "I'm tired of watching you tease all those other men, and these guys are tired of being teased by you. We're going to take what you've been offering, bitch."
She flinched away as he reached for her. He pulled her to her feet roughly, his fingers digging cruelly into her arms as he pulled her mouth to his. He grabbed the back of her head and ground his mouth on hers, forcing her to open her lips.
She beat at him with her free arm as he kissed her hard. She could hear the sniggering of the other men as he thrust his tongue into her mouth brutally, probing down into her throat. For one second she reacted to the kiss, her body relaxing just a touch, then she bit down on his tongue, her teeth penetrating the skin.
"Bitch!" he roared as he reared back. Then she felt his hand smashing into the side of her face as he struck her. She fell to the floor again, stunned with the force of the blow. She could hear the laughter of the rest of her kidnappers in the darkness.
"Alright," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "We'll do this the hard way." He made a motion with his hand and four men stepped into the light.
Cara screamed as they grabbed her, jerking her upright. They tore at her clothing, ripping the material, popping buttons. The straps of her bra gave after digging into her shoulders, the clasp on front broke easily. As they ripped her clothing from her they pinched her nipples brutally, dug their fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts. She was still shaken from the blow to her face; all she could do was struggle feebly and cry out when they hurt her.
Her skirt was jerked at until it ripped, then it dropped to the floor. The men laughed to see her pink thong. One of the men wrapped his fingers in the straps on the back and pulled, jerking the material until it ripped. He slid his fingers down, poking into her tight ass. She moaned in denial, "Please... no!"
He laughed and ran his hand on down and thrust two fingers into her cunt.
"Oh yeah, Brett! She's a hot one!" he crowed, pulling his fingers out to show the rest of them how wet they were.
He pushed his fingers into Cara's mouth. "Suck them clean, bitch!" He shoved them deep into her mouth, gagging her. He laughed. "Ha! Can't even take a finger in your mouth? I wonder what you'll do when it's my cock in there!"
With those words he forced her back down on her knees. "She's ready for you, Brett! Fuck her while I fuck her mouth!" he said with a cruel laugh.
Brett answered with a laugh of his own. "Do it, Phil!"
Cara didn't struggle as they pushed her onto her hands and knees. Brett knelt behind her and slapped her ass hard. "Be good," he growled. "No biting and no fighting, or you know what you'll get."
