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Jill's Day Out
By Jill.
Chapter 1.
The Summons.
When she found the note someone had managed to tuck un-noticed into her pocketas she was shopping, Jill felt alarmed; it was him again! Sipping coffee ina nearby cafe she read it carefully. The one who she thought of only as theMan wanted her again. Anxiety swept over her and she had to fight to regaincalm. She told herself he wouldn't hurt her; he had always let her go again,hadn't he?
It had begun nearly two years before, when Jill had been abducted on herway to a girl's night out. She had been dragged off the street with bewilderingspeed and force by an unseen attacker. The man had pulled her backwards byher hair, into a derelict shop. He was very strong and she was too afraid toresist. He had covered her eyes with a soft blindfold and warned her that shemust never see his face. Her wrists had been held behind her back while heused thin cord to tie her thumbs together. She had caught only a brief glimpse,of his lower body, naked but for a t-shirt and work boots! The sight had shockedher; muscular thighs and legs topped by greying pubic hair and a thick, semi-erectuncircumcised penis whose large head seemed to be peeping from its hood ofskin.
From his voice she knew he was not a young man. He gave her orders in aterse matter of fact way, which she soon learned to obey without delay. Herearly reluctance was punished immediately; he slapped her face hard and warnedthat when she was naked he would do the same to her breasts, a promise whichhe soon carried out. She cried but he told her he always carried out his threatsand she learned not to displease him.
In that stinking old building the terrified young woman was stripped andled around the room, as if being paraded. She was made to suck the penis shehad seen briefly and then raped. He had even fucked her arsehole, somethingher husband Mark had done only rarely and then by just entering the head ofhis penis. The man had had some difficulty opening her tiny anus, but withthe liberal application of some sort of lubricant and much effort (and a gooddeal of suffering for the woman) he had managed to go in up to the balls.
Jill had cried and begged for mercy but he showed neither sympathy nor irritationwith her whining. Instead he had continued with each stage of her abuse coollyand methodically.
The session ended after four long hours of pain and shame. She was allowedto lie on the hard floor until she felt strong enough to stand and dress herself.The blindfold was pulled off and she saw the man was wearing a full head maskand coveralls. He passed her a towel and told her to get cleaned up and thenget the fuck home. She had not been allowed to keep her knickers.
Although shocked and distressed she was not injured and since her husbandwas away at the time no one had seen her dis-sheveled state. She had told noone about the attack.
Jill had always considered herself a fairly strong person and soon put thememory out of her mind. But the Man had other plans. A few months after theabduction she received some photos in the post. They showed her performingsex acts on an unseen man, not her husband; there was no sign of coercion,it even looked as if she was enjoying it! But it was the letter that came withit that alarmed her more than the photos. It told her that she must submitto him at a time and place to be decided or the pictures would be sent to certainpeople who she would prefer didn't see them. When a short note arrived withdetails of a rendezvous and also a list of the items she must wear, she decidedto obey. If he wanted to take her by force like before he would have done it.This meant he was not intending her any greater harm, didn't it? Terrifiedthat she would be badly hurt or murdered but hoping he would release her, Jillhad kept the engagement.
Dressed as commanded, she had kept the date and had been raped again inmuch the same way as before. The man had used less violence than before, usingher fear of him to obtain her cooperation. Now, though, he was less hurried,having been able to plan better in advance. Again she was released after manyhours, without her underwear.
She had been summoned on four occasions since then. Each time the letterarrived she became filled with nervous excitement, like a girl going on a datewith a new boyfriend. The truth was; she had become accustomed to the sex,there was a contradictory sensation of freedom; she was free to indulge inextreme sensuality without any responsibility. He never hurt her very badlyand he always released her when he had finished and, she reluctantly admittedto herself, she orgasmed during the performances. His attitude towards herhad never softened however, and invariably treated her roughly and with obviousderision and spite. At times she had felt the sensation that a third partywas watching or even taking part.
Chapter 2.
The Instructions.
Now, sitting alone in the cafe, she fought to remain calm. The note wastypewritten; the previous ones had been scrawled, almost illegible. The instructionswere clear; she must wear a dress, no bra. Suspenders and stockings, but notpanties. High heel shoes with ankle straps. Jill was surprised by the "no panties" rule;he had seemed to like tugging them down her legs, then ordering her to stepfrom them. Perhaps he just wanted some variety this time.
She found herself becoming intrigued, excited even by the letter, like agirl receiving a love letter. Don't be stupid, she told herself, this is aterrorist demand. Today was Monday, he wanted her Wednesday of the same week;she would have to take a day off work, but she would do it, of course. Shealways obeyed him.
Wednesday came around. Jill showered and dried her hair, put on a littlemake-up and dressed as per the instructions, carrying a slim shoulder bag withsome cash and her house keys. She left the house at nine a.m. and caught thebus into town. The directions led her to a part of town she had never visited.It was run-down and contained mainly derelict buildings. Following the writtendirections was easy enough and soon she was leaving the busy street and walkingthrough a narrow alleyway, which opened onto a hidden, disused factory yard.High buildings, making it a warm suntrap, surrounded the yard. She was a littleperturbed by the change of venue; previously, the Man had always specifiedthe same place for her visits. This was an unfamiliar area.
Gathering up her courage, she obeyed the letter and took from her bag theblindfold and a length of thin nylon cord consisting of two loops and a slipknot.Leaving the bag on a windowsill, she took them to the centre of the yard where,after a quick glance around her, she put on the blindfold. Putting her handsbehind her back she slipped the loop of the cord over her thumbs, then pulledher hands slightly apart causing the knot to slide up tight, locking her thumbstogether. She was now defenceless.
Jill waited in the warm sunshine, hoping he would come soon; she felt vulnerableand a little foolish standing bound and blindfolded in a rough part of town.The Man had always arrived immediately she was in the required position, buttoday she seemed to be waiting a long time. Panic began to rise in her belly.Perhaps he wasn't able to be here, he might have been delayed or had an accident!What would she do if he didn't come? She began to struggle against the cord;she had to get free, had to get the blindfold off somehow. How would she explainher situation to a passer-by? She must find her way to the wall and try toscrape the blindfold off.
She started to take a couple of tentative steps forward, fearing she wouldtrip, when she heard footsteps. He was here! Relief flooded over her. Thankgoodness! Her rapist had not abandoned her! She almost laughed with pleasure.
"See, I told you!" a voice spoke, quietly, "I told you she'd be here!"
"Fuckin' hell, I'd never have believed it". A louder, rougher voice, soundingsurprised. She didn't recognize either voice! Who were these men?
"The old fool was telling the truth, after all! And I conned him! I gothis woman to hand herself over to me!"
The voices seemed very close to her. She didn't recognize either of them.
"Please help me!" she cried out, "I've been attacked, please untie me!" hopingthey would believe her.
" No, girl you've not been attacked, not yet anyway. You came here by yourown means. You're a volunteer!" Laughter followed.
"Lets see if she followed all the instructions," said the first voice.
A hand lifted her dress above her waist. Around her, unseen eyes took inthe view. The large, round, firm bottom. The thick blonde bush of pubic hair.The shapely legs in the pale blue stockings. Then the dress was allowed tofall back.
"Did you see? She's no panties on!"
"Yeh! That means she's a good girl, obedient to the letter."
"How come, Bernie? Surely it's dirty girls wear sussies without knickers?"
"In this case it shows a dirty girl can be a good girl, don't worry aboutit."
Jill felt a bitter embarrassment that she had allowed some strangers to seeher like that. Who were these people?
"Lets move. She stood where I told her to, but we've got to get her outof plain sight now." Her elbow was gripped and she was pulled, stumbling, acrossthe yard. She felt a coolness that meant they were in a shady place.
"Lets see her properly, now!" Jill felt her thin shoulder straps snappingand the dress was pulled down her body, sliding to the ground.
"Step out of it!" ordered a voice. When she didn't move a hand slapped herbottom, hard. She obeyed. Someone whistled softly. The young voice made anappreciative comment.
"I want to see her face, properly", said the voice she was becoming accustomedto think of as the leader. The blindfold was pulled off quickly, causing herto blink myopically at her captors.
She was surprised to see four people surrounding her. Two were men in theirtwenties, dressed scruffily in identical jeans and t-shirts, with eyes tooclose together, making them look like halfwits. A man in his fifties or evensixty-ish was standing with, of all things, a midget! The midget had the wrinkled,wizened face of an old man. All of them were staring intensely at her. Theysaw a woman of medium height, with fair hair and green eyes. Her breasts werefull and pointy, the nipples standing out like small fingertips from areolas,which were wide and pink. The woman's shapely legs wore nylons, held up bya matching suspender belt, which fitted snugly across her belly just underthe navel. Above the stocking tops, the sun shone on fine golden hairs adorningthe skin
No one spoke for a few moments, as if in awe at the sight of the beautifulcaptive. It was the older man who broke the silence, "Lets get a move on, beforesome-one sees us. This way, cunt- move!" he snarled. Jill was guided towardsa narrow cobbled street, which led off the yard to a warren of back streets.She could see that, once in there she would have no hope of a passer-by seeingher predicament; she would be lost to the world. Self-preservation and panicmade her move. Suddenly she turned and began to run across the cobbled yard,back to the street she had come from. For a moment the group froze, just watchingthe strange spectacle of Jill's big bottom bouncing as she ran in that comicalstumbling short-stepped trot of a woman in high heels. The old one shouted, " Gether, Billy!"
Jill ran as fast as she could manage, her breasts slapping painfully againsther rib cage, but she had to get away from these horrible men! She had reachedthe alleyway; she could see people passing the other end, on the street! Beforeshe could enter the narrow gap, the midget had grabbed her by the arm and swungher around. The man only came up to her elbow but his grip was painfully strong. "Badcunt!" he hissed and then slapped her bottom three times. "You fat-arsed bitch!Cop that!" As they came back the men laughed to see he was pulling her by herpubic hair.
"Good lad!" called the old one, "you can have a reward for that".
"Can I, Bernie? What reward can I have?" Even though he was obviously anadult it was evident that Billy was retarded; not surprising, coming from afamily like this, she thought.
"What would you like," asked the old man.
"Can I put my willie in her mouth?" the man asked shyly, "now, before theothers do it?"
"Okay, but not now, we've got to get going".
"Please, please let me do it now." the voice had begun to wheedle, horribly.
The old man considered for a moment then said, "No, we've got to get heraway from here, you'll get a turn with her later." The other two men were waiting,grinning inanely at her. Jill was scared, and angry; how dare these pigs kidnapher and order her around? In normal circumstances she would not give any ofthem the time of day, they would certainly not get the opportunity to see hernaked! But these were not normal circumstances; Jill was in serious trouble.
Chapter 3.
The Van.
The men quickly herded her like a cow to the cobbled side street, makingsure she didn't have another opportunity to try to escape. At the end waiteda dirty white Transit van, its doors open ready. She knew she was beaten; thiswas her transport to shame and, possibly, death. With her head bowed and tearsrunning down her cheeks she was pushed in to dark interior. She was forcedto sit on a dirty rug with her back against the front bulkhead.
The two weird brothers climbed in the front and Billy and Bertie climbedin the back with Jill. The engine started and the van moved off slowly.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Jill, "please let me go!"
Neither of them answered but Billy said to the old man, "Can I have my rewardnow, before we get to the farm?"
Bertie said, "Yes, as good time as any for it. Cunt, suck him off!" Themisshapen little man jumped to his feet, unzipping his flies as he moved. Hepulled his grubby jeans down his bandy legs to his knees and thrust his hipsat her face; he wasn't wearing underpants. The woman stared in disgust at thehuge, erect cock with its hairy pink balls, which were all out of proportionto the rest of his body. Previously, with her "proper" master she had beenblindfolded throughout the entire duration of her abuse. At the time she hadthought this made everything worse. Not knowing what her assailant looked like,or where she was or what he was preparing all made her more frightened becauseher imagination added to her woes. But now, seeing the mad faces of her abductors,seeing as well as smelling the cock thrust at her mouth, seeing down her ownbody's nakedness were all things she would be glad to be protected from. Shecould barely bring herself to look at their faces; she wished she had the blindfoldto hide behind.
"Do it!" he commanded. Jill didn't move. Bertie told Billy, "Bitches arestupid, Billy. Sometimes they need teaching what to do. But remember this;never tell them twice!" He slapped the woman hard across the face, then againwith the backhand. Jill's head snapped back against the bulkhead banging theback of her head painfully.
"She'll have got the message now!" said Bernie. He was right; Jill leanedforward immediately and took Billy's penis into her mouth. It didn't tastetoo bad, just a coating flavour of piss and sweat and she soon sucked it cleanof that. Billy pushed his hips forward and she gagged. He pulled back againand she was able to suck hard. She felt his cock twitch against her cheek,he gasped and jerked back, pulling the knob clear of her lips and a squirtof warm cum shot into her eye and ran down her cheek, making a snail trail.
"Oh! Brilliant, oh that was great!" he gasped.
"Dirty bitch," snarled Bernie, "she loves sucking cock, can't get enough.All right, clean his knob and then he can put it away."
Jill obeyed; she sucked on the end of his penis, removing any drops of thesticky cum still remaining. Roughly, Billy pushed her head away and fastenedhis pants, disgusted with her and himself for his weakness for her.
The van, which had been moving slowly, with lots of short stops as if forjunctions now stopped again, but this time she heard the handbrake being applied.She felt fear grip her again; something was about to happen, and she was notready for it.
Bernie got up as the van doors were opened from outside by the two brothers.Billy was ordered to stay with the van, in case the traffic wardens came along. "Comeon, girl, haircut time". She was guided out, puzzled, they hadn't gone far.She recognized the back street they were in; it provided a narrow access tosome of the shops on the towns' main street! She thought of the many timesshe had been this way fully dressed in normal times as she was ushered throughan iron door and up a stairway. The men were all behind her and she was awareof them as they followed looking up at her vagina. She tried to keep her thighssqueezed together.
At the top the stairs shared a landing with a flight of steps, which leddown to the front of the building. A door led off the landing, on the glasswas sign written, "Barber".
Chapter 4.
Short, Back And Sides?
The naked woman was ushered into the room. Only Bernie came in with her.The barber, an old man, looked up from his newspaper.
"Ahh! She turned up then", he remarked. "And very nice she is, too".
"Yeh, she turned up, she's a dirty bitch though!" said Bernie.
"Oh? How, dirty?"
"Well, you know I told you the old guy said she does everything she's told?Well, she does anything, without being told, she loves it, the bitch!" Thebarber looked impressed.
"So, she just presented herself like that, naked?" he asked.
"No, I've stripped her, but she only had a dress on. 'Course, she thoughtshe was meeting her boyfriend, didn't you luv?"
"So, you want me to shave her, yes? Baby smooth, hmm?"
"That's right. She has to be bald for what we have in store for her."
"Okay then. Put her on the bench." He indicated a tatty, leather coveredbench standing against the wall. Bernie moved it out a bit and then positionedJill on it, pushing her onto her back.
The old barber stropped a cutthroat razor as he spoke. "It's lucky I hadno customers when you came in."
"It's all the same to this cunt," said Bernie, "she would just have hadan earlier start than expected, that's all. She would just have to take herchances. She's already sucked Billy off!"
"Has she? That well-hung little cunt! Suppose I fuck her in lieu of payment,then, hmm?"
"No chance, nobody fucks it until she's done her turn for us. Now get onwith it or the day will have gone before she has the chance to show us whatshe can do!"
The barber brought a shaving mug with brush and crouched beside her, pullingher knees wide apart. "This will tickle a bit, dear," he told Jill. He whippedup a thick lather and applied it to Jill's pubes with a dabbing motion of thebrush. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by the intimacy of this new strangerwith her pussy. The man whistled softly as he scraped the razor over her upperthighs, moving slowly towards her vaginal lips. He flicked the razor at thefloor occasionally to clear it of the soap and hairs. Jill was terrified hewould cut her but he was careful not to.
"So, I gather the old guy told you he was blackmailing this woman for kinkysex then?" he asked Bernie. He was holding her cunt lips together between hisfingers; he pulled them outwards so he could get at the nooks and crannieswith his razor. Jill felt her internal muscles twitching; she hoped she wouldn'tstart to respond visibly to this man's ministrations.
"Let's just say I found out about his little game, and decided to move in."
"Hmm. So what have you got planned for her today? She's very pretty, youwont spoil her, will you?" asked the barber, casually.
"Mind yer own fuckin' business will ya? Just get that snatch shaved andkeep yer nose out!" snarled Bernie. The old man continued his work in silence.When he had removed all trace of stubble he dried Jill's skin with a towel.
"A little pomade?" he asked, "it's not a stingy one, and it's very soothing".
"Okay, just get it done with." Bernie was obviously feeling very stressed.Just then, one of the two brothers came in, "Bernie, there's a police car inthe street!" he murmured without any sense of urgency.
"You keep an eye on the bitch," he told the barber. "I'll be back in a sec!" Heleft the room, shutting the door behind him. The barber pulled Jill to a sittingposition and pulled out his penis. It was thick and only semi-hard. Uncircumcised,it resembled a thick, one-eyed slug. Jill opened her mouth and he put it inside.
Immediately, she felt the penis stiffen. She sucked as hard as she couldwhile the man wanked at its root. They knew there wasn't much time before Berniereturned. It became very hard and long. The man wanked vigorously, while thrustingdeep into her mouth. He exploded into her throat, hot cum making her cough,forcing it back out through her nose like a gush of white snot. The man pulledout and wiped himself with the towel, then wiped the girl's nose and mouthfor her. "You are a good girl aren't you? Do you suck every cock you see?"
"I've learned to be available; I don't want another beating!" The old manlooked at her with some sympathy, "You're having a bad time aren't you girl?
"Please, tell me. Where are they taking me? What will they do, please; I'mscared!"
At that moment the door opened and Bernie returned, " The cops were justpassing by, no problem. Not finished! What the fuck have you been doing?" heasked.
"Just finishing her off properly, Bernie. Making her look pretty. All donenow."
Bernie pulled her to her feet. Jill asked for a glass of water, "I'm verydry, please let me have a drink."
"Okay, but be quick!" The old man held the glass to her lips and she drankit all in one gulp. Some sloshed down her chest because she couldn't hold theglass. The water rinsed some of the sticky cum that clogged her throat, andshe felt better. Bernie took a moment to examine the barber's work and to strokethe bare pussy with the front and back of his hand. He seemed satisfied. "Let'sgo," he commanded and pushed her out through the door. The others were waitingat the foot of the stairs and formed a screen as she was put back into thevan.
Jill was placed on the floor, lying on her left side. Bernie, Billy andone of the two halfwit brothers got in with her. They sat with their backswedged against the van walls. They watched her in silence; she tried to keepher thighs tight together to stop them seeing her vagina lips. As the van droveto its destination the tension in the van began to increase. Billy was becomingimpatient, he kept asking when they would arrive; when could they start withthe show? Bernie told him to fuckin' shut up! He sat quietly for a few minutesand moved close to her, looking between her legs. "She's only got a littlecunt-hole, Bernie, will she be able to do it with Peter?"
"Got no choice, pal," the man told him, "she's gonna have to. But you'reright; she does have a neat twat. Let's see it properly, cunt!" He gave hera jab in the ribs with his foot. Billy, always eager to torment the helplesswoman pulled her ankles apart, rolling her partly onto her back to give themen a better view. Jill lay exposed to them as they discussed the size andshape of her cunt lips, its proximity to her anus, the shape of her bottomand other personal details.
Chapter 5.
Destination?
The van began to rock as it left the metalled road for a track. After anothertwenty minutes or so it crossed a cattle-grid and shortly after it came t asudden stop. "Okay cunt, time to wake up," said Bernie, as if the terrifiedwoman had been able to sleep. She was dragged up and sat on a wooden crateand her thumbs were untied. The blood flowing back to her hands caused hersome pain.
"Do your face up, cunt!" snapped Bernie, handing her the make-up compactfrom her handbag. In the dimness of the van she used the small mirror to reapplysome lipstick and mascara. As soon as she had finished she was pulled to herfeet and dragged to the rear doors. A moment later the doors were pulled openfrom the outside and bright sunlight shone down on her as she was pushed outonto the step. "Keep your feet wide apart so the boys can see your cunt!" orderedBernie.
The "boys" were a large gang of rough-looking men standing in a semi-circle.Some drank from beer cans or smoked cigarettes, a few looked as half-wittedas the two gormless brothers. A murmur of approval greeted her appearance.An old man in his late sixties pushed to the front of the gang. "Nice lookingwoman, Bernie. Get her out here and turn her round so we can see the goods."
Jill was pushed forward so she had to jump down the couple of feet to theground, causing her breasts to bounce pleasingly. Her hands were held out tothe sides and she was made to pirrhouette a couple of times so a clear viewof her body was available to all. The old man stroked her belly lovingly, andthen dipped to her bald pussy, causing her to flinch.
"Easy girl," laughed the old man, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just wantsee how smooth you've been made."
"Come on, let's get her on or Peter won't have time to show us half of whathe's got!" snapped Bernie with impatience.
Her wrists were grabbed and she was led at a jog across the uneven yardof a derelict looking farm. Her breasts and bottom jiggled to the delight ofthe men who trotted along to the sides and rear.
She was brought to the centre of the yard where stood a pair of uprightmetal posts about five feet apart cemented into the earth. A horizontal woodenrail, about four inches in diameter, was fixed between the posts at waist heightand Jill was positioned standing with her belly button pressed against it.The old man was kneeling by her side, "This is my favourite bit!" he said toanyone, "Come on cunty, spread 'em!" Her ankles were pulled apart and tiedto the uprights with thin rope.
The old man then pushed himself painfully to his feet and moved around toher front were he took her wrists in one hand and placed the loop of anotherrope over them and tightened the slipknot so it rested between them. He thenbegan to walk backwards slowly, playing out the rope on the ground. At aboutten feet he began to pull in the slack until Jill had to hold her arms outin front, then to lean forward. The man, grinning evilly, then pulled hardon the rope, jerking her forward against the rail. When she was leaning wellover the rail he began to heave on the rope, pulling her arms out in frontuntil her belly was resting on the rail. He passed the end of the rope throughan iron ring set in a slab of concrete in the ground and tied it off. As heworked he gave a continual narrative, describing the procedure to the nearestmen. "You see," he was saying, " a woman's body stretches remarkably undersuch tension as she will be put. The ropes have to be very tightly strung orshe will thrash about, possibly damaging herself."
Jill was now stretched over the rail, her head lower than her bottom, herarms out in front, with her breasts hanging down away from her ribcage andher ankles fastened wide apart.
She had never felt so exposed in her life!
Lesley
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