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A Walk in woods
Part 1 - Abduction
One fine May morning a few years ago my wife Michelle and I planned a walk in the New Forest, in Southern England. It's called "New" because it was planted by William the Conqueror as a hunting park. Although it is a tourist area some parts are quite remote, and these were the bits we liked walking.
We had set off from home early, taking a picnic in our rucksacks and, as usual, a small camera. Avoiding the usual tourist hot spots, we parked off the road in a generally unspoilt, that is to say, quieter, area. Here we donned our walking boots, and marked the position on the GPS - it can sometimes be quite difficult to find your car amongst the trees.
Perhaps I should introduce ourselves. I am Simon Carswell, an accountant, and my wife is Marianne, a teacher. We are both in our 40's, but are slim and look a lot younger. Michelle is very attractive - light brown hair worn long, blue eyes and petite - only 5 ft 2. I'm slightly taller at 5 ft 8. To my frustration, Michelle is very conservative sexually - straight forward intercourse only!
We set out along a broad path, before taking a series of narrow paths taking us into the older part of the forest. One hour in, and it's time for a wee. I went beside the path, but Michelle had to go into the undergrowth to avoid being seen, even by her husband.
She had been gone a few seconds when I heard a short scream, cut off suddenly. I rushed to find out what the problem was, and was shocked to find her being held by a tall bearded man. Evidently she had been surprised before she even got her jeans and panties down. One arm was around her waist, with his hand holding her right breast, his other hand was clamped over mouth. Beside him stood another man holding a shotgun, pointed at me.
"Welcome" was all he said. With a dry mouth I croaked "what do you want with us?" although I had a good idea what might be in store for Michelle.
"This is our domain. You should not have entered. Now you are here we can find a use for you. Hold your wrists out in front of you."
Eyeing the gun apprehensively I did as I was told. Handcuffs clicked into place, and halter clipped to the linking chain. A roll of silver duct tape was produced and stuck over my mouth. The halter clipped to my handcuffs was tied off on an overhanging branch.
"Now for the woman. I shall enjoy this!"
First, the hand over mouth was replaced with duct tape. I could see that Michelle was about to scream but the man got the tape in place before she could even draw breath. Her wrists were cuffed behind her, unlike mine. A rope was placed around her neck and tied in a slip knot. "A way of training bitches" he explained. The sinking feeling in my stomach suddenly sank another couple of fathoms!
I could see him thinking . "Nah " he said "let's make this more interesting." He pulled a nasty looking knife from his pocket, and I pulled at my tether in panic . All it achieved was a kick and the tether held fast . Meanwhile the man with the knife was slicing away at Michelle's jeans. "Don't move, honey, or you,ll get a knife in your cunt , and that would be a waste ." I could see the terror in her eyes. When each inside leg of had been cut and ripped to her crutch, he unbuckled the belt, allowing the now tattered garment to drop to the ground.
As the remains of her jeans slipped over her knees, Michelle gave a little whimper, just audible through the duct tape. Lifting each leg in turn, the abductor removed her jeans completely. Her shirt tails hung over her panties, obscuring the view of those.
That situation didn't last long! Grabbing both lapels, he jerked the fabric apart - buttons flew, cloth ripped, and the front part of the shirt was in tatters on the ground. More ripping, and each sleeve was torn from shoulder to wrist, and the last shreds of shirt dropped to the ground. My darling wife stood there, rather bizarrely, in white bra, skimpy white panties, and walking boots.
Flourishing his knife again, he stepped in front of her, her eyes wide in terror. But the knife just sliced through her bra, which joined her shirt and jeans on the ground. He smirked. "Now for the piece de resistance." And he slowly teased her panties down, inch by inch, to her knees. "Hmm. Haven't seen fur that thick for a while" I heard him say. Kicking her feet so she spread her legs as wide as the panties around her knees would allow, he ran his fingers between her legs. I saw a finger disappear inside her, then two. "and she's sopping wet."
I was shocked to the core! We had been married over 20 years, and as far as I knew she'd never fucked another man. A respectable married teacher, at risk of imminent rape, and she was turned on! I could see that her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them. The rope round her neck was thrown over a higher branch, and tied off tightly, causing me great concern. The knife made short work of her panties, and her legs were then kicked wide apart, causing even greater pressure on her throat, but luckily the branch bent sufficiently to prevent her choking. "Keep your legs spread WIDE" he growled.
I'm ashamed to say her sexual assault had turned me on, too, My hard-on was all too obvious through my jeans. "Don't get too worked up, sweetie, we haven't even started on you yet." That remark caused my erection to deflate, I can tell you! Now they both turned their attention on me. My jeans suffered the same treatment as Michelle's, and soon I too was completely naked except for my boots. Now I was naked, I was subjected to verbal abuse. "What a pathetic thing! Look at his thin white body. And no wonder his wife's feeling horny - look at his pathetic cock!" I blushed - it was true. Even so, my cock had a lazy lob on. "Oh yes, have we go some joys for you? You're going to find you have talents you haven't even heard about!" I wondered what he meant.
Out of a bag he produce a steel shackle, which he fastened tightly around my balls and cock. It was cold, and heavy, and I'm embarrassed to say, rather erotic. The tether that had been clipped to my handcuffs was now clipped to the shackle, and my wrists re-cuffed behind my back.
The second guy took some alligator clamps out of the same bag. Grabbing my wife's nipples, and twisting them viciously, he let the claps bite suddenly. I could hear her howl of pain through the tape across her mouth. Then he untied her neck rope from the branch and fed it between her tits and the chain of the clamps. When he pulled on the rope, not only did it tighten around her throat, it pulled on her nipple clamps.
Picking up both of our rucksacks, stuffing the remains of our clothes into them, they each grabbed a halter, untying them from the branches to which they had been secured. The man who grabbed my halter whipped the end of it over my cock. "We're gonna enjoy this, you and me together." and I was alarmed to see he had a bulge in his jeans. The guy who had charge of my wife, meanwhile, had slipped a finger into her ass from behind, and was lifting her so much she was on tiptoe, and in danger of falling on her face. Removing his finger, he sniffed it, then pushed it between her lips. "Suck it" was all he said. When she had done that, he called out "OK, let's go" and pulled on her halter. I saw it tighten round her neck, and the chain between her nipples take the strain, before she stepped forward to reduce the tension.
I fared no better - a sharp pain in my scrotum prompted me to follow my captor, and we were led off even deeper into the forest. We made a strange procession - a man and a woman, naked except for walking boots, being led along at a strapping pace by 2 fully dressed men. After 15 minutes, one said "Right, I think it's time to blindfold you. We wouldn't want you knowing where we're going now, would we?" More duct tape was taken off the roll, and stuck over our eyes. I dreaded the thought of it being ripped off, but I guess that was the least of my worries! However, being blindfolded made walking through the forest even more difficult. I could tell that the paths were becoming more obscure - branches whipped at us and brambles caught or bare skin. Underfoot was thick with leaves, branches, and sometimes fallen trunks we had to clamber over, the bark rough on our inner thighs and asses. If we were slow getting past an obstruction a sharp tug on the halter encouraged us onward.
I have no idea how long we walked, and could not guess how far we were from our car. Then we were pushing through even thicker foliage and branches, some of it holly by the feel of it. We descended a slope, then suddenly my head was pushed low, I felt myself entering somewhere cooler, and the ambient sounds of the forest became muffled. I guessed I must be in a room of some sort. I could hear dogs nearby, but not in the same room. They had a deep bark, so they are probably large dogs. I'm not a dog fan at the best of times, and when I'm naked, bound and blindfolded they terrify me!
"Squeeze your eyelids shut - I'm taking off the tape over your eyes and I don't want to rip your eyelids off!" We squeezed. Well I certainly did, I couldn't speak for my wife. In fact, because of the tape over my mouth I couldn't speak at all! A sharp pain, and the tape was gone. I opened my eyes to look for Michelle, but it was so gloomy it took me a while to see much at all.
A voice penetrated the gloom. "Welcome to your new home. You will be seeing a lot of it. I am Joe, and my brother is Ian, but you will call us "Sir". You will only speak when spoken to, and the only other sound allowed will be screams - and I expect to hear lots of those."
"So why are you here? you may ask. You're here because we need some female company, and we need some entertainment. You might find our entertainment not to your taste, but you'll get used to it, although I doubt you'll ever get to enjoy it."
"Some ground rules first:
1. You will always be naked, unless we decide some attire is called for;
2. You will wear iron shackles on your wrists, ankles and neck. You may see on the floor and in the walls iron rings. You will be chained to one of these most of the time to prevent escape."
I hadn't noticed the floor, but now I looked I could see that it was heavy flagstones, covered in places with rugs, and there were indeed numerous heavy rings bolted to the floor.
"3" he continued "escape attempts will be SEVERELY punished. You would be well advised not to even consider attempting to escape. We are deep in the forest, no one ever ventures near here, so you can scream and shout as long and as loud as you like - but you'll be punished for it, of course."
"That'll do for starters. Let's get you settled in." With that, he put the halter attached to my balls between my legs, and tied it tightly to a ring in the wall. I was on tiptoe trying to relieve the strain, and at risk of tipping forward. The rope chafed between my buttocks, roughly caressing my asshole. A rope put around my neck was tied off on the same ring as my halter. Any movement threatened throttling or castration - I stayed still!
My wife's treatment was different. Her wrists were uncuffed, and she was stretched out spread-eagled on her back. Ropes looped round her wrists and ankles, and pulled tight on the floor rings. First, her boots and walking socks were removed, then iron shackles, about an inch wide and a quarter inch thick were riveted around her ankles. I noticed that each shackle had a number of rings set in it, presumably attachment points for chains. This was proved correct when, after each shackle was fitted, a chain was attached and locked to the floor ring in place of the original rope. This was repeated on all for limbs, and then finally her neck. This was really erotic, and I found myself getting quite turned on.
"That's the girl slut done. Hang her on the wall and we'll sort the boy slut." In no time Michelle was attached wide spread on the wall, still wearing the tape over her mouth and the clamps on her nipples. "I'm going to remove your gag. Now remember what I said about speaking only when spoken to...". The tape came off with a ripping sound, and as it came off Michelle opened her mouth, saying "what do you think...." followed by a loud scream. The second man, was that Joe or Ian? had brought a riding crop down hard across her right breast, leaving a vivid red stripe. Michelle screamed again, and he said "want something to scream about? try this", and he pulled the clamps off both her nipples. That, and the pain of the blood returning made her dumb with agony for a sort while, before she screamed again. "Mustn't have your left tit jealous" he said, and a vicious swipe brought a red stripe to her left breast. "Now keep quiet while we sort out your sissy husband."
Sissy? I wasn't a sissy!
I had, to be honest, quite enjoyed watching my wife being manacled and whipped. Now it was my turn I was rather less keen. First, my boots and socks were removed, then the rope round my neck. Easing off the halter, the weight came off my balls for the first time in what seemed like hours, but was probably only 15 minutes. I was made to sit on the floor, my legs apart, and my ankles tied to 2 floor rings. Then my cuffs were removed, and I found myself stretched out on my back, my wrists tied down also. When the manacles were applied, I was pleased to find they were lined with leather, or something soft, to reduce chafing. The hammering of the rivets caused shock waves, and the ringing hurt my ears. When the riveting was finished, I assumed I would be chained to the wall, just like Michelle. I was certainly not going to make the mistake of speaking out of turn. However, the tape was ripped from my mouth while I was still chained to the floor. I wasn't expecting what came next. My ankles were unchained, my legs pulled up and over my head and spread wide, and the chains reconnected to the floor rings.
"Got to treat both you sluts fairly" came a voice, and my ass erupted in white hot pain. The riding crop had been sliced hard across my stretched ass. "And one more for luck" came the same voice, but this time the crop came down along the crack of my ass, biting into my wide open asshole. I would have screamed, but my doubled up position meant I could only gurgle.
"Leave him like that for a while, he'll enjoy looking forward to a repeat. Meanwhile, we've got to sort out their car. Here are the keys, and they have thoughtfully marked its location on their GPS. It wouldn't do to have their car found anywhere near here, would it?"
My heart sank. I had been banking on that to alert the police. Now what would happen to us?
to be continued
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