I know better than this. Those words flash through my mind as I hear footsteps behind me, hurrying toward me. They are heavy and I am almost positive that it is a man behind me. I dig my keys out of my purse and rush through the dark garage toward the deserted corner where my car is parked. I know better than to be out this late. At night. Alone.
It hadn't been deserted two hours ago when I had hurried here to pick up the present for my little sister's birthday. There had been cars and people, safety in being one among many. Now I was alone, except for those footsteps.
I reach my car and anxiously try to put the key in the door lock fumbling with bags and my purse. My hand is shaking, I am terrified and the keys drop to the ground with the bags at my feet. I reach over to get them and feel an arm snatch at my waist, pull me back against a large, strong body.
"Don't scream or struggle and we won't hurt you." The words are hissed against my ear, muffled by a black mask that stretch across the man's face.
I force myself to stand still, not wanting to provoke the man. A van comes to a sudden stop, tires shrieking as the side door is flung open and I am pushed inside.
It's dark, very little light comes through the blackened windows and the opened door. But in the shadows I can see movement. There are at least three people here.
"What do you want?" I try to sound brave knowing that fear provokes reaction of some kind or another. I didn't want action. I wanted to go home. "Why have you done this?"
The tall man slides the door shut and the van takes off. I'm pushed to the floor of the empty back cargo space, held there by the man's one hand. His fingers stretch across my stomach, at first just holding, then moving against me in something like a caress.
I feel another man at my feet, holding them down. I want so badly to kick out, to struggle against the force holding me down that my breath comes faster, my heart races.
"You did good." The man at my feet spoke for the first time. "She is something."
"You should see her walk," my captor answered. "It's like smooth silk."
I whimper a little in fear and sense rather than see you move closer to me. "It'll be okay, just a little while longer. And if you let yourself, you'll enjoy this."
"Enjoy what? What do you want?" My frantic questions make him chuckle. He moved his hand up and I felt his fingers on my breast, squeezing lightly.
Even through the terror, I feel a tiny spurt of lust form. "No, stop it."
The third man comes toward me. My hands were wrapped around the man's arm who held my breast, trying to push him away. He takes my hands, pulls them up and over my head, tying them securely to a hook in the back door of the van. "Do you have the hood?" he asks.
A hood is placed over my face and taped just below my eyes. I'm blind, helpless but for my feet. I am in the control of three strange men. The man at my feet slowly spreads my legs and I feel my jean skirt inch upward, pushed by my slim thighs exposing my panties. My ankles are tied to either side of the van. A light is turned on, I can just see the shadowy effects through my mask.
"Camera?"
Oh, God. I thought. I'm going to be gang raped, then killed.
There's a hand on my chin, lips brush mine. I try to turn my head but the hand tightens it's hold. A tongue traces the outline of my lips, dips inside, slides across mine. I try so hard to move away. Then I hear the laughter.
"I think she likes you," one of the men say.
"Yeah, she must. She's not trying to bite you like the last one did."
Last one? They'd done this before? I searched my memory for news stories of raped and murdered women. But nothing penetrated the fog that panic was holding over me. The lips twist on mine and I feel a funny flutter in my stomach. The man's breath is minty, very pleasant. His lips are firm, masterful and controlling, forcing me to respond.
I feel the buttons on my blouse being undone, slowly, one by one.
"Wait," one voice says. "Let me get this."
That's when I hear the distinct sound of a camera shutter, the click as a picture is being taken. I close my eyes, seeing in my mind the picture I must make. Tied securely hands and feet, my legs spread and my skirt pushed up on my thighs until my panties are exposed. Oh, God, will this nightmare end?
The front of my blouse is spread open, exposing my full breasts hidden only by the tiny scraps of black lace that are my bra. One finger slips over my firm globes, then slips under the fabric and brushes my nipple. I gasp as it contracts, tightens against my will until its shape is clearly seen under my bra even in the shadows of the van.
"Oh yeah, I think you are going to enjoy this just fine." His finger is flicking against my nipple slowly, back and forth, and I try to contain the moan, but it slips through my clenched teeth.
"She likes it, hey Mikey." Male satisfied laughter fills the van.
Hands are on my thighs, pushing them further apart. I can feel fingers inching along my skin, creating a wave of goose flesh that makes me shiver. Being unable to see makes every touch, every sound even more tangible and my reaction to them so much more severe.
I know I am getting aroused and am shamed by the fact that being handled like this by strange men is so pleasurable. I should be fighting them, a weak voice in my head screams out feebly. I should be fighting and cursing them instead of moving under their hands.
My bra is pushed up, rubbing hard against my erect nipples in the process. My back arches as that contact sends shards of aching need into my groin. Someone's finger slips under the leg band of the tiny panties I am wearing and slips easily between my puffy wet lips. I feel the rough digit graze my clit once, then again before pushing inside me.
"God, she is so wet. Feel this." He doesn't take out his finger but I feel another slide into me as the fabric from my panties is pushed even further aside.
Lips find mine again as I struggle against the need that is devouring me. I am kissed thoroughly, long drugging kisses, a tongue sliding and tangling with mine. I know I'm lost to this but I don't want it, I don't want to find pleasure in something that is so shameful.
The kiss is broken and I feel his lips at my ear. "What is your name?"
I try to remain silent even as hands rove over my skin, push my skirt up around my waist. Two and then three fingers slide inside of me, stretching delicate flesh until the pleasure is almost pain and the pain is definitely pleasure.
"What is your name?" he asks again, grabbing my chin firmly.
"Danielle," I moan. "Please don't do this to me."
"Oh Danielle, we're going to do this and a whole lot more." Fingers plucked at my nipples, twisting and stretching them, making me cry out as the contractions pulse in my womb.
"Give me the knife," I heard him say to someone. My shaking increases, fear mixed with sexual ache making it all but impossible for me to breath.
"Please, don't hurt me." My voice is nothing more than a breathy moan.
He chuckles and I feel the blunt end of the knife slide over my cheek, down my neck. I know that they are watching me, seeing my fear and enjoying it. I want to be strong and fight them, fight the pleasure but I am just too scared.
I feel the knife against my skin just above my breasts, a flick of a movement and then the constriction of my bra is gone. Two more small flicks and the material is pulled away from my body. I feel him turn and then cut off my panties, leaving me exposed to their probing fingers and prying eyes. I'm helpless and it just turns me on more.
I feel cool air on my body making me shiver in reaction, and hear the side door of the van slide open a foot or so, moving my foot that is tied to it towards my body. Then it closed as movement rocks the vehicle.
"I hope you left me some." The voice is feminine, young sounding. A girl. There was a girl involved with this. My mind begins to shut down, leaving me with one option, only to feel.
"She's got plenty, sweetness. I think we did good with this one."
"I told you she would be good. I could tell just by the way she walked." The girl's voice was close. My captor moved from my side, letting her take his place. The other hands were gone now and I could feel almost an expectant hush building.
Soft hands caressed my neck, smoothed down over my breasts, stopping to circle my nipples with velvety palms before moving on. They slide down my trim waist, curved over my full hips until they reached my thighs. They were pulled apart further, my hips angled up with steady pressure. I could feel as well as hear the whimpers of fear and arousal coming from my lips but I was unable to stop them.
"Shush, honey," the girl said to me. I could feel her body pressed against my side as she leaned over me. "I promise, you won't be hurt." I felt her breasts pressing against my stomach, then I felt her hands gather under my thighs holding me in place as well as the ropes did.
Her breath fluttered out against the lips of my pussy, then I felt the tentative, tasting touch of her tongue trace over them.
"Hmm," she breathed out before slipping her tongue into my wetness. I could feel it's firm movements, gentle and exploring, circling my clit. I felt the tension building inside of me as she tortured it with stiff jabs of her talented tongue. Cries escaped my lips, not of fear but of need, a desperate ache that had to be alleviated. My hips jerked under her hands in a harried way as I begged for release.
I was reaching for the pleasure, feeling it just within my grasp when she stopped.
"Untie her feet," I heard her say through the roar of blood in my ears.
My ankles were released and before I even thought of fighting, I was flipped onto my stomach.
"Oh, yeah," one of the men said. "Lick her ass, Sweetness."
Her long fingers parted my nether lips, slipping in to find me wet and hot. She moved them, trailing them toward the puckered rim of my ass. I felt her massage the wetness around it, slip one finger partially in as I tried to jerk away.
"No!" I cried out.
A hand was slapped down on my ass, reddening it's cheek. I jerked again at the pain.
"Don't tell me no, little one. I would have to punish you."
The finger returned, pushing in, sliding, stretching as I tried to angle away. Hands were on my ankles, holding me down and my cries were muffled against the carpet of the van. The finger was removed and I felt her tongue push inside then wiggle. I quit struggling as it's movements made me feel weak.
She sat up suddenly, leaving me to feel adrift without her tongue. She circled my waist, pulling me up until my knees were under me, then holding me there.
"Who goes first tonight?" she asked.
I heard a zipper open, clothing rustling. Hands gripped my hips, holding them still.
"Where?" he asked.
"Fuck her," the girl said.
I felt a thickness touch me, part my lips, slide inside. It filled me almost to bursting making me moan in a combination of pain and lust. He started moving in me, hot wet friction building quickly.
"He's big, isn't he honey?" Her mouth was next to my ear. She reached under me and played with my nipples. Her hands were cold on my skin and I shuddered.
Then I felt more hands, touching me, stroking. Mouths moving over my skin, my mouth. My wrists were released and I was pulled up until I was on my hands and knees. My shirt was pulled off of me and I didn't care. All I could do was feel.
Something hard was pushed against my mouth and I opened it without thinking. A cock, thick and hard, pulsated into my mouth. I could taste it's flavor on my tongue, taste the saltiness. Her voice in my ear commanded me to suck upon it, draw on it. She patted me when I obeyed. Like a child who had performed satisfactorily. Hands gripped my head, holding it as the thick cock was pushed further into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. My tongue swirled around it as it withdrew, then sucked harder as it was pushed back in, harder and more forcefully until the man was fucking my face hard.
The girl laughed, stroking my bulging cheeks. I heard her squeak, "Hey." Then felt her pushed against me as she moaned out curses. Her breasts pressed against my back, her nipples hard against my skin, another kind of caress that moved in rhythmic motion as she was being fucked too.
I felt a surge of pleasure, a rush of warmth and then my muscles contracted around the thick cock that was buried inside of me. A harsh male cry and then a spurt of salty fluid in my throat and the cock in my mouth was pulled away.
Hands tangled in the thickness of my hair and pulled my head back. A liquidy sound and the slap of bodies filled the air. The man deep inside my body cried out as he erupted in pleasure.
I heard the voices even as hands moved my body. I was turned over, pushed flat on the carpeting in the van.
My breasts were held in two rough hands and squeezed around a man's hard flesh. I could feel small spurts of hot liquid hit my face as he came. My hand was wrapped around another cock and words were whispered in my ear.
"Get me hard again. I want to fuck your ass." He moved my hand over him and I felt his length growing.
I was rolled over again, set to straddle one of their groins, made to ride a hard cock. Another pushed at my ass, slowly pushing into me until I could feel his balls against my butt.
I soon lost track of who was doing what. There were too many hands, too many lips on my body. Too many cocks invaded different orifices. I was fucked and sucked, made to cum more times than I could count. At one point, the girl straddled my face and I was made to lick her, suck on her clit. She screamed when I made her cum.
The night flew as I was ravished in ways I had never been before, taught things that I didn't know existed. I wasn't allowed to see them, but I could feel them. And then I was being held down again, a position that wasn't necessary because I was exhausted to the point of limpness. I heard a buzzing and felt an extended stinging on my hip. Then someone helped me back into my shirt, buttoned it for me.
The van was moving again and suddenly I was back at my car, my purse, bags and keys in my hands. My captor held me close for a moment and then kissed me gently.
"Thank you," he whispered in my ear. "Don't take off the blindfold until you hear the van leave."
I waited, and then pulled off the blindfold. I looked around, noting it was still dark. I had no idea the time, how long I had been in the van, held by them. Used by them until my body sagged.
I made it home and went into the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. Should I call the cops? A small smile lingers at my lips. No, I wasn't going to call the cops. Not when my pussy still tingled, my nipples were just slightly sore from use and cum still leaked from my tender ass. I took my clothes off, dumped them in the hamper and then turned to start a shower. Something caught my eye and I turned and stared at my hip in the mirror.
On it, a tiny perfect red rose had been tattooed. A tangible reminder of a night that I'd never forget. |
