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?Freedom!"
That was the predominant thought in my head as I trudged out the back door and into the parking garage. It had been a long week and I was eagerly anticipating my wild night – mint tea, mystery novel and my cat. What some might call boring, I call bliss. Two whole days, all to myself. No last minute deadlines, misplaced files, raving bosses, or late night overtime. I was going to stop at whatever grocery store was still open at this hour, pick up a frozen pizza, and head straight home.
As I headed towards my car I noticed that despite the almost complete lack of cars in the garage, there was a black panel van parked on the driver’s side of my little red hatchback. A vague sense of uneasiness swirled through me and I briefly contemplated going back inside to ask the security guard for an escort.
?Oh, come on.? I muttered under my breath, ?You’ve been reading way too many trashy books. Get your imagination under control and just get in the damn car.?
I grabbed my keys out of my purse and slid into the gap between the van and my car, squinting in the dim light to make out the keyhole. I jumped a mile when I heard the sound of the van door sliding open behind me and I had just long enough to curse myself for ignoring my own intuition when a bag was roughly pulled over my head and strong arms pulled me backwards. I screamed, kicking and flailing, trying desperately to pull the bag off, hurt my attacker, anything. I swung blindly and felt my fist connect with flesh, producing a satisfying thud. A man’s voice cursed and suddenly there was another set of hands pinning down my legs while the original pair got a better grip on my arms. I heard the sliding door slam as the person by my feet began to attach something to my ankles. I tried to kick, but the hands were too quick for me and I soon found each ankle encased in what seemed to be some sort of cuff. The process was repeated on my wrists as I continued to scream and struggle, hoping desperately that there was someone nearby to hear.
As soon as the cuffs were secure on my wrists, I felt them being pulled over my head and attached somewhere behind me. At the same time, my ankles were being spread and attached to opposite sides of the van’s ceiling, spreading me open and causing me to panic even more. My shouts of protest were drowned out by the sound of the van engine roaring to life and we started to move, causing my weight to shift against my outstretched limbs. I heard one of the men chuckle as a hand began to caress my thigh.
?No, no, no, please?? I began.
?Shut up.? he responded. ?When we want to hear you speak, we’ll tell you. In the meantime, if you’d like to avoid being gagged I suggest you keep your mouth shut.?
I whimpered softly as the hand resumed exploring my leg while another began to unbutton my blouse. I gritted my teeth to keep from protesting as I felt the cool air on my naked skin and then gave a muffled squeak as I felt cold metal sliding up between the valley of my breasts. There was a soft ?snick? sound and I felt my bra part in the center, exposing me to their gaze.
?Nice tits.? One said. ?Yeah, I figured she had a good pair on her. Little slut like her, bet she loves having them played with.? the other replied. I gasped as I felt fingers grasp a nipple and begin to twist and squeeze it roughly, sending a weird mix of pain and pleasure flooding through me. The fingers moved to my other nipple and gave it the same treatment before I felt a sharp pinch on the first one accompanied by a rush of sensation. I moaned and struggled against my bonds as the men laughed again.
?You like the clothespins, huh slut?? one of them asked as he applied one to my other nipple, ?Just wait til you find out where the last one’s going.?
I cringed as I felt the cold metal on my body again, this time at my waist. They cut my skirt off, then finished cutting off the remnants of my blouse and bra, leaving me in just my panties and heels. I felt fingers tracing lightly down my mound, brushing over my clit and making me flinch. As the fingers got lower I came to the horrifying realization that I was wet. ?No!? I thought, panicking again. ?I can’t be, I can’t be liking this. This has to be a fear response, I can’t enjoy this!?
The man traced the outline of my pussy lips with his finger and made a scolding noise. ?See, I told you she was a slut. Soaking wet, and we haven’t even finished stripping her yet. If this makes you wet, you’re going to love what we have planned for you, little whore. ?With that, he sliced my panties off and brutally thrust a finger straight into me. I cried out and tried to arch my back to get away from him, but the other man slapped my tits sharply. ?Hold still, we know you want this.? he said.
I lay there, legs splayed obscenely, still blinded by the bag, clothespins on my nipples, as the first man began to finger fuck me. He thrust first two, then three fingers into me, using his thumb to roughly rub my clit as he did so. His partner was twisting the clothespins on my nipples and occasionally slapping them, overloading my brain with alternating waves of pleasure and pain. I felt my pussy begin to spasm around his fingers and I moaned, fighting to ignore the feelings.
?Come on little slut, come for me. I know you want to come all over my fingers like a good little whore.? the man taunted me. I writhed and gasped, struggling uselessly as the combination of fear, adrenalin, pleasure and pain sent me screaming over the edge into an orgasm.
I felt the fingers being pulled from my pussy and wiped off on my stomach. ?Nice tight cunt.? He said, ?I’m looking forward to fucking it later. In the meantime though, I don’t want you to get too bored.? I felt something being shoved into my pussy and then attached to the floor. The vibrations of the van travelled up the length of what had to be some sort of dildo, and straight into my pussy, causing it to twitch despite my recent orgasm. I could feel every bump, every turn, and I moaned. ?Oh, of course. How could I forget my promise to you, slut?? the man sneered. I felt his finger stroke my clit once, and then I screamed as the clothespin was snapped down onto it.
?Told you you’d like it.?
*
I lay on the floor of the van, panting softly as I adjusted to the sensations coursing through me. The van had turned off the main road and we now appeared to be driving on an unpaved surface, causing the dildo in my pussy to bounce and shake with every rut or bump we went over. Every so often, one of the men would flick the clothespins attached to my nipples and clit, making me jump. They had been quietly discussing my body as we drove, making comments about the size and shape of my breasts, the colour of my nipples, the way I writhed against the dildo. What scared me more than anything was how matter of fact they were about it all, and how confident they seemed. They must have done this before, but if so, what had happened to those other women? What was going to happen to me?
I felt the van slow to a stop, causing the dildo in my pussy to slide further in. I moaned and the men laughed as they began to detach it from the van floor. I felt my wrist and ankle cuffs being unclipped from wherever they were secured and then clipped to eachother, effectively binding me. They left the bag over my head and the clothespins on as I heard the van door open and was unceremoniously thrown over someone’s shoulder. I struggled weakly, kicking with my bound legs and trying to stretch my arms from where they were bound behind my back to claw the face of the man carrying me. He slapped me on the ass, hard, and said ?Behave yourself, slut. I still haven’t punished you for punching me earlier, and I’d hate to have to add another to your list before we’ve even begun.?
I felt myself being carried down a short set of stairs and then we entered a cool feeling room. The man dumped me off his shoulder onto a mat of some sort on the ground and I yelped as I landed on my bound arms. Before I could roll over, one of them yanked me roughly into a sitting position and I felt my cuffs being unclipped and my limbs again spread. Within moments I was spread-eagled on the mat, my muscles straining to accommodate the torturous position. A foam block was slid underneath the small of my back, causing me to arch upwards and reducing my range of motion even further. This new position thrust my breasts out obscenely and despite myself I felt a little trickle of wetness begin again in my pussy.
?Now, my little cunt, we’d discussed your need for punishment. I would like you to think about how obedient you will be to us, and how quickly you will follow our commands. We expect you to obey, and perhaps this will serve as some incentive in that regard.?
With that, I felt the clothespins ripped off my nipples and clit and I screamed as the blood rushed back into them. Before I could recover I heard a swishing sound and something struck my right nipple, making me scream again as it exploded in pain. I heard a swish again, and this time it was my left nipple that was struck. I moaned and twisted, trying desperately to move far enough to escape the blows as they rained down, alternating between my poor, abused nipples. I heard a buzzing noise and suddenly there was a vibrator pressed to my clit.
?No, no, no?? I moaned, as I felt a wave of pleasure begin to push through the pain in my nipples. The beating didn’t stop, but it began to feel almost good. I began to breathe faster, my heart hammering in my chest as I felt an orgasm approaching. I began to cry, horrified at myself for feeling pleasure while they did this to me, and I heard the men laugh.
Just as I was about to come, the vibration and whipping stopped. I unconsciously lifted my hips in need before realizing what I was doing and going still. I tried to ignore the feeling of emptiness and my desire to come and focus again on my fear and anger. Just as I started to get control of myself again, the vibrator was pressed back against my clit and they began to whip my nipples, harder even than before.
This was repeated twice more, each time allowing me to get just to the edge of orgasm before taking away all sensation. By the end I was ready to beg them to let me finish, and only the last edges of my pride kept me from breaking down and promising anything in return for an orgasm. As I once more felt myself spiraling upwards into oblivion, hoping madly that they wouldn’t stop, I felt the vibrator removed yet again. Before I could cry out in protest, the whip was brought down on my clit, once, twice, three times. I screamed and my whole world exploded into a shattering orgasm, painful and wonderful all at the same time. I lay there, panting, and one of them men leaned down next to my face.
?You’re going to be a good little slut, aren’t you? He whispered into my ear, ?Because next time the punishment won’t be nearly as nice.?
*
I must have drifted slightly after my orgasm, because the next thing I was aware of was being hauled upright and dragged across the room. I had no memory of my restraints being undone, but I was in no condition to fight back, even if I were sure I wanted to. I didn’t know if I could take any more of their particular style of punishment.
One of the men pressed his face against mine and said softly ?Close your eyes, slut. Keep them closed until we tell you, or you’ll regret it.?
I closed my eyes and felt the bag being pulled off my head. Almost immediately, a blindfold replaced it, blocking out my entire vision. Hands ran down my legs and pulled my shoes off, and then I was left standing with nobody restraining or supporting me. I swung my head around blindly, unsure of what they were doing and beginning to feel panic rise in my chest again.
?Get down on your knees, slut.? said one voice.
?And keep them spread while you do? added another.
I slowly lowered myself to my knees, careful to keep them slightly apart. ?Further, cunt.? said the third voice, and I spread my knees wide, exposing my pussy, still wet from their punishment.
I heard the sound of a zipper being undone and a hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing my head forward til my lips touched something hard.
?Suck it, slut. You know what will happen if you do a poor job.?
I hesitated, and he reached down and twisted my left nipple. I gasped in pain and he shoved his cock into my mouth. I automatically brought my hands up to push against his thighs, to try to shove him away, but they were grabbed from behind me and the cuffs clipped together at the small of my back.
?Naughty slut, you know better than that.? The man said as he began to slowly fuck my mouth. He used my hair to guide my mouth back and forth along the length of his cock as the hands behind me began to gently tease my nipples. I heard the sound of a camera shutter and moaned around the cock in my mouth, humiliated but also feeling the unwelcome moistening in my pussy that told me that yet again, I was enjoying this. I was trying to keep my mouth as still as possible, but the man didn’t seem to care. I realized that I was just an orifice to him, just something to fuck. Whether I complied or not didn’t matter to him. I couldn’t understand why I was reacting to their treatment the way I was, why I was enjoying it. I was a strong, smart woman, how could I enjoy being treated like a piece of meat?
The hands behind me began to pinch my nipples, making me twist slightly as I struggled with the pain while the man fucking my mouth sped up. I whimpered around his cock as he began to push further and further into my mouth, bumping against the back of my throat and making me gag.
?Swallow it, slut, take my cock all the way down your throat.? He grunted, as he pushed further. I began to panic and tears welled up in my eyes as I gagged and choked on his dick, fighting for air. His cock began to swell and his thrusts became shorter and even faster, stroking in and out of my throat as I gasped desperately for air between strokes.
?Oh yeah, you little cunt, take it all. I’m gonna come down your throat and you’re gonna swallow it, you little whore!? he cried, and suddenly shoved himself all the way in, cutting off my airway completely as he grunted and his cock pulsed. I felt his cum sliding down my throat and when he finally pulled out I gasped for air and gagged as the taste of it filled my mouth. He wiped his softening dick off on my face and let go of my hair. The man behind me let go as well, and I slumped forward to the floor, disgusted with myself. My pussy was still tingling and a tiny part of me was excited by what they’d just done to me, despite the humiliation and pain. I heard the sound of the camera shutter again and began to cry softly, curling up into a ball on the mat and wishing I could just disappear.
*
I didn’t have a chance to fully recover before they were on me again. I was dragged across the room and shoved face down onto some sort of padded bench. I was maneuvered onto all fours and my arms and legs strapped down to the contraption while a padded slat was raised up underneath me, pressing against my abdomen and keeping me from lowering myself. Another leather strap was passed over my back to keep me from arching it and my hair was pulled back from my face and tied to something, forcing my head up and back, exposing my neck and breasts. I heard a clanking noise and the leg supports began to ratchet apart, spreading my legs til my muscles protested. I struggled slightly and realized that I was almost completely immobilized.
Suddenly, something warm and wet slid across my right breast, and then again on the other side. A mouth latched onto one nipple, then the other and they began to suck on them, causing me to moan slightly. As this was happening, the third man began to run his finger up and down my pussy, spreading my juices around and tickling my clit. I tried to dodge, but I couldn’t move even an inch away from his exploring fingers. One finger entered me and began to slide slowly in and out as the men sucking my nipples pulled away and something cold and hard was pressed to each breast. I felt a gentle suction and then my nipples were pulled into plastic tubes, the suction increasing and causing me to whimper.
The man behind me had pulled his finger out of me, and I now felt something larger pressing against my pussy. He ran his cock up and down, collecting some of my juice on the head of it, then slowly pressed inwards, stretching me out with what felt like a very large dick. He bottomed out, his balls pressed against my clit, and I had a moment to wonder why he was being so gentle when he suddenly pulled out and slammed back in so hard I lurched against the frame I was strapped to. He began to fuck me harder then I’d ever felt in my life, his balls slapping against my clit, his cock rubbing against my cervix with every thrust. I moaned and panted, straining away from him but unable to escape. I felt a hand reach down and begin to tweak my clit while the man fucking me started to slap my ass, making a sharp cracking noise with each impact. I could feel my body responding to the hand on my clit, the suction on my nipples, the brutal fucking. Even the spanking was beginning to turn me on, pushing me closer and closer to what promised to be a blinding orgasm. I fought it, trying to concentrate on how unwilling I was, how much I didn’t want this. Over and over I repeated in my head, ?This is rape, I can’t enjoy being raped.? while the man behind me drilled into my wet, traitorous pussy.
I heard another zipper being undone and suddenly there was a cock thrust against my lips. I clamped my lips shut and was rewarded with an extra hard slap to my ass.
?It’s your choice, slut. My cock is going in one of your holes and since only your ass and mouth are free I suggest you choose wisely.?
I opened my mouth reluctantly, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as the man in front of me slid his cock down my throat. He was more gentle than the first man had been but he still caused me to gag and choke as he fucked my mouth. He and the other man began to get into a sort of rhythm as they pounded me from both ends while the third man continued to play with my clit, occasionally flicking and slapping it to make me jump.
?Keep doing that, man.? said the man behind me. ?Her cunt tightens up nicely when you do.?
They kept slamming into me and I could feel my whole body heating up. I started making desperate little mewling noises around the cock in my mouth, fighting them, fighting myself, hoping they would stop before I came and simultaneously hoping they would never stop. The third man was laughing at me and calling me a whore, telling me that he’d known I’d be the sort of slut to get off on being raped. As I struggled to deny it to myself, the man in front of me began to groan and I felt his cock swell. He pulled out of my mouth and I felt streams of come land on my face, my breasts and my hair. I started to cry even harder, completely humiliated and broken. The man fucking my pussy slid a finger down next to his cock and wet it in my soaking pussy before pressing it against my anus. I screamed, fighting against the restraints, begging him not to do that, not to hurt me.
?Ah, I see our little slut has forgotten the rule. We didn’t ask you to speak, did we??
I sobbed as I remembered what they had done to me the last time they were displeased. I couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t even process what was happening, I just knew I had to come and the thought of being punished was almost turning me on more. I was riding the edge of what felt like the biggest orgasm of my life and just as I started to tip over the edge the man behind me slammed into my pussy and shoved his finger into my ass in one move. I screamed and came so hard I blacked out. When I woke up, I was still blindfolded and had no idea where I was.
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