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Temptrianna
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2011
- Location
- Texas
Disclaimer: This is a consensual non consent story meaning previous arrangements for this abduction had been made but is not told in this story until the end. Therefore some aspects of this story may not be suitable for all readers. Also all characters are of adult ages (18 years and older.)
How long have I been out? My mind races with questions that I have no answers to. Where am I? Who has taken me? Why have they taken me? What will happen to me if I do not get free? Will I survive? My mind is thick with a fog that blocks out images of what happened earlier. Its hard to think as I regain consciousness. My head throbs and my body aches.
I open my eyes only to be welcomed by darkness. There is something over my eyes that only allows tiny slivers of the bright sunlight to seep through. Its a soft black cloth from what I can tell. I try to remember where I am and how I got here. My mind is still foggy. Cool metal presses against the side of my body. By the way it dips and rises against me I realize I am in the bed of a truck. I cant hear the hum of a motor running and there is no sense of motion so we must be stopped somewhere. I try to make a cry for help but nothing comes out except a muffle.
The tape on my mouth is still tightly in place and will not allow me to be heard. Not to mention my throat is so dry that I am sure even without the tape no one would be able to hear my attempts at crying for help. Worry setting in once again as I struggle to remember the earlier events. I try to move my limbs. I cant. My ankles are tightly pressed together with binds of tape as well as my wrists. I struggle to listen for anything close to me as I still try to move to wiggle free of my binds. At least in my discomfort I still feel the fabric of my clothes around me giving me some semblance of security at the moment.
Realizing that I will not be able to work myself free at the moment, I decide to save my strength for later in order to fight and possibly get free. Though I have no idea when they will come back for me. Grasping for some form of comfort over the situation, I force my mind to think back to earlier.
It was dark when I was taken. I had been walking home from work. I remember now the feel of strong hands suddenly grabbing me from behind. The pressure of them wrapping around my upper arms made me wince as panic rose violently within me. I tried to scream but before I could get it out the strong hands moved. One found its firm grasp over my mouth as the other stretched around me to press my body against a hard chest of a man. Holding me in place I remember the feel of his warm breath against my ear as he warned me.
"Scream and you die. Resist and you get hurt. Cooperate and you MIGHT live." Those words echoing in my mind make me shiver once again just as they did the moment of his speaking them as he held me pinned to him. I try to replay that voice in my mind over and over again to see if I recognize it at all but sadly it is not the voice of anyone that I know. As I go back to the scene in my mind and play it forward a bit more, I recall 2 more men walking up. It was so dark I could not make out anything about them really. The only thing I could tell was the different heights and shadowy builds of their bodies. All of them looked impressively scary in the darkness.
One approached me and placed tape over my mouth. He then moved to grab something from his back pocket and then placed it over my eyes and tied it behind my head. It was then that hand that had been on my mouth prior to the tape being put in place moved to my throat. Before I could realize what was happening, I felt the pressure of it squeezing and making it hard to breath. At that point I struggled and fought as much as I could to get free but it was no use. I couldn't get loose of the arm that held me and before I could do anything about it, darkness crept over me and consumed me in its thick abyss.
Just as the terrifying memory fades in my mind, I hear muffled voices. I cant distinguish them and it seems that they are not very loud. It takes me a moment to realize that there is small pieces of cotton in my ears keeping me from telling much about the voices or telling how far they are from me. Suddenly I hear the tail gate of the truck being let down and then a pair of hands roughly grab my ankles and pull. I yelp and squeal through the tape on my mouth as I am pulled to the edge of the truck bed.
I hear the men around me laughing as I am pulled out of the truck to be made to stand while rough hands hold me upright. I try to count the sounds of voices around me as men begin talking back and forth about me and what fun they plan to have with me. Fear rises in my throat as I struggle to get away, not that it would do me any good with my ankles bound so I cant run away and I cant see. However for some screwed up reason I am unable to fully process this fact in my brain as I continue to struggle for a freedom which will not come.
Getting tired of my struggling against his grasp, the one holding me shoves me hard forward. I scream through the tape as I feel myself fall and land hard against the ground. I groan as feel my body meet the ground and pain explodes all over. Laughing, the man who shoved me follows me down to straddle and pin me to the ground. I hear the rattle of chains nearing me as I feel the man shift on top of me.
I cant tell right off what he is doing but soon I realize he is retrieving something from his back pocket, a knife. I feel his hands grab my wrists first and begin to cut the tape and peel it off of my skin. As he does I feel another set of hands grab my ankles and remove the tape from them as well. I doubt they are letting me go as that just doesn't seem feasible in my mind at the moment. So it plagues the question in my mind of what are they planning?
As the sound of the chain rattling draws closer, I have a good idea. Moments later as I am held against the ground still I feel something go around each wrist. The material seems strong and I cool against my skin. The scent of leather assails me as I feel the same material being secured around my neck and ankles. Still trying to fight a little, I soon realize the cuffs are all connected by the chain that I heard rattling and they are also connected to the collar. There is not much room left for movement with how the chain has them joined together.
I feel the weight of the man on top of me shift once again now. He rises off of me and I hear his footstep near my head. I do not move for now as I simply listen. I hear a muffled "get up!" growled at me. Its a command I have no idea how to carry out. I know I am chained and cuffed and I still cannot see as the blindfold is still firmly in place. Nor can I express my uncertainty as the tape on my mouth still remains. With no response from me, I soon feel pain explode across the left side of my ass just as I hear the crack of a cane land. I whimper and yelp through the tape once again. I hear the growled command repeated a moment later.
Groaning and not wanting to get hit again, I force myself to roll to my stomach from my side and somehow manage to make it up on my hands and knees. As I do I feel the pull of a leash attached to the collar around my neck. I realize with the way the chains and restraints are ran from my collar to my wrists and ankles that I was meant to only be able to crawl blindly from this point. There was no possible way to stand even if I wanted to. Feeling embarrassed as I am led crawling through the grass with what sounds like 5 guys making vulgar comments one by one as I am led on.
Several excruciating minutes later there is another pull on my leash except it is a motion to stop where I am as I hear the voice of the one leading me telling me to stop. I halt in my crawl as I feel the leash pull back again and I am told to get up on my knees. I really don't want to comply as I fear what it planned for me and still wonder why this is happening to me and how I will find a way to stop it. However I have already been warned in the past to cooperate or get hurt. I have the feeling being shoved to the ground because I was fighting was only a warning in itself of what pain could be inflicted upon me if I do not stop fighting.
So reluctantly I test the lengths of the chains holding me as a lean back on my knees and wait. As I kneel now, I feel someone start to mess with the chains on me. Soon I am pulled upwards as my cuffs are attached to other chains so that I cant pull away and I am suspended with my arms apart above my head while I am still on my knees in the grass. As my wrists are secured I feel someone move the chains on my ankles so that they are spread outwards to a painful point and secured to something on either side of me.
As I am secured into position I fight back chills of fear as I feel a body press against me from behind. More chills follow in a rise of panic as I then feel the deadly steel of a knifes edge near my throat as my hair is grabbed hard and pulled making me arch my head backwards. There is a deep voice upon my ear now "Don't pretend you are not enjoying this and the fun is just beginning. Now be a good girl and cooperate so we don't have to kill you." As he speaks close enough to my ear for me to hear, I feel the tip of the blade begin to move.
Steadily it glides effortlessly and gently down my neck to the apex of my cleavage before moving back up and towards my shoulder leaving shivers and prickles of awareness and arousal in its wake. Once at my shoulder the blade shifts as the grip on my hair loosens then releases as the strap of my tank top is cut. Steadily the blade travels to my right shoulder now and repeats the action of cutting away my clothing. I try to remain still as possible while I tremble inside.
The horrifying realization of all this was that his words were true. To my embarrassment I was growing wet between my thighs as recognition of what they would in fact do to me claims my mind and body. This had always been a secret fantasy of mine but only one person knew that and to my knowledge he was not here. Oh my beloved Master, would I ever see him again? I try to push that saddening thought aside as I feel the knife cut away my skirt and shirt leaving me in my bra, thong, and stockings with garter belt.
I am mortified at the knowledge of strangers seeing me so bare and exposed. Now being displayed for their pleasure, I take a reassuring breath. I have to be strong. I have to survive this and get back to my Master. Surely he has realized I am missing by now as I never showed up to our home last night. He is probably worried about me and looking for me. Out of the five years we have been together I have never not shown up on time for him.
As moments pass, I push those thoughts from my mind and wait for what happens next. I don't know what my captors are doing at the moment but time seems to have frozen still for several long moments. However the tension inside me soon finds ease as I feel a hand at the side of my mouth as it then grabs hold of the tape and pulls it off fast. I cant help my strangled scream of pain from the shock of the tape coming off. I hear a laugh at my sound of pain, its a deep rumbling chuckle from the man before me. As I regain my composure as much as possible anyways I an glad to be free of the tape for now. I move my mouth several times, flexing my jaw which had grown stiff and allow air into my mouth as I try to regain some sense of moisture to my dry throat.
To my shock a moment or so later I feel a hand move to grab my chin as a bottle is placed to my lips. "its water, now drink." I barely hear the voice of the man before me say. My mind begs me to not partake of the liquid in the bottle as I have no proof his words are true. He could be pouring anything into my mouth for me to drink. However I am starved for a drink and so I do so as he pours the cool liquid into my mouth. The drink is refreshing as the cold water runs down my throat. I find myself thankful for this tiny act of kindness which shows me they are not maniac ax murderers are at least I hope I am right on that.
After I gulp down the last bite of the water given to me, I let out a sigh of relief that at least one issue is not bothering me as much. However now the weight on my arms has my attention as my upper body is supported by my wrists and my knees. Its not comfortable at all. But before I can say anything in protest, not that it would have mattered, I feel a hand once again return to my chin and press downward lightly as I am told to open my mouth. As I do what I am told I feel a large metal ring being slipped into my mouth. At first I pull back out of instinct but the hand holds me firm and pushes the ring further into place.
Knowing I have no choice I give in as I feel the hand then move to secure the ring gag at the back of my head. Once it is secured into place he steps away. It's now that feel another set of hands on my body. They move to cut the remaining clothing from my body with a knife. In my mind I can't help but wonder why I hadn't been stripped all at once but then it dawns on me that their may be a reason. What if they were recording this or taking pictures and I just hadn't heard the click of the camera. That thought makes me shiver more at the possible ramifications of the situation. If that was the case they would easily manipulate me for my silence against this crime. If they knew anything about me then it wouldn't take much to implicate me on this being arranged and prearranged with consent. That thought scared me to the deepest core of my being.
Moments later once I am fully stripped of all of my clothing. I feel myself blush as I know these strangers are looking me over. I feel hand on me now, 5 sets, pinching, pulling, caressing, groping, and grabbing me all over. I cant help but to whimper and moan through the gag. There is so many mixed sensations that I don't know how to truly react as I allow my body to do as it wishes. As my nipples are pinched and pulled I arch my body into the pull. I am aroused and yet repulsed at the same time that I am being touched by strangers.
My will says no but my mind and body scream yes as the act begins to unfold. I hear one of them say something about me enjoying the pain as my hair is grabbed and pulled back hard making me hiss and moan as I am groped. As they speak I feel another hand slip between my tender folds and find my wetness. His growl tells me he is planning to take me soon, maybe sooner than the others. As I feel him slide his fingers to my clit and begin to pinch and pull on it hard I arch my body more to be able to take it as I moan and whimper all the more.
But just as suddenly as it started, all of the hands seem to leave all at once. What are they doing and why am I whimpering in need now at the absence of these strangers hands upon me? I must be out of my mind to want this. Luckily I only have a few seconds to wait before they are once again back to paying their cruel attention to me. I say cruel because moments later I feel the sting of a crop across my left breast. I hiss and whimper as the sting sets into my skin and suddenly there is another pop and another. I hear them once again mention my liking pain and that they want to see what more I like and can handle. I myself am unsure of how far I can go but I am sure I will know before the day is over.
As I enjoy the sting of the crop on the front of my body moving from each breast to my thighs and pussy, I soon feel the painful bite of a cane along my ass and back. I start to shiver and shake with need as the stings and cracks of the instruments rain down on my body. I am in pure bliss but I am also appalled at myself for enjoying this with these men. I should be fighting but I am not. Instead I find myself wishing the ring was not in my mouth so I could beg for more.
In the back of my mind I hear my Masters voice telling me how bad I am to enjoy anther's torment on me. I feel dirty and and embarrassed and so wrong by doing this and yet I also feel somewhat free in the same token. After several minutes of enduring the pain of the crop and the cane it stops only to be replaced by something I have never wanted to experience a day in my life. I yelp as electric current snaps over my body.
I am unsure of what the instrument is but it bites hard. The first bite of it comes to my right breast and quickly runs to my left and then down my stomach to my thighs and my clit. I find myself screaming against the ring in my mouth as I try to pull away. My screams are chased with the laughs of the men around me. They are getting off to my torture which is evident in their voices. It seems like eternity before it finally stops and I hear the men debating what to do next.
After they debate while leaving me to try to get my emotions under control, I feel someone release the chains holding my wrists above my head. Then my ankles are released to so that I am still chained and bound but no longer to whatever was holding my up. I slump to the ground with my support no longer there and my body already protesting my movements from being held in place for a while by the chains. However I do not get to rest long. I feel a tug at my collar from the leash. They want me to crawl again.
In my current state of mixed emotions and sensations in my body I stumble and fall. There is another pull on my collar so I force myself back up to crawl where I am blindly led. I am led out through grass then to what feels like wooden stairs leading somewhere. Its hard to crawl upstairs but somehow I manage after a few minutes. I am led onto a wooden floor for what feels like a long way before I am finally told to get up.
Carefully I stand as my knees tremble and threaten to not obey. I am then pushed forward and gasp from shock as I land on a soft bed face first. At least it is a soft surface but its one that may seal my fate in the end. I feel hands on me now. They grab me roughly and then pull me to lay on my back. My wrists are once again pulled up above my head as my back rests against the bed and they are secured so I cannot get away or more. The same is repeated to my ankles which are spread wide. I can feel there is enough length left in the chain my ankles though for some movements unlike my wrists. However before I can contemplate much on the allowed movement, I feel a body move over mine up over my chest to my head.
A hand sinks firmly into my hair and then a cock is shoved deep into my mouth. I chock and gag instantly as I try to pull away. However I am held firm in place and not allowed to pull away as I want. I gag more as I feel the large hard cock move in and out of my throat deeply through the ring gag. He is lucky that is there or I would more than likely bite him which he probably already knew. To add to my torment, I now feel another guy between my legs moving into position. His hard length presses against my slickness before he plunges inside of me. He is large and it feels good at the same time as it hurts from the force he uses to thrust in and out of me. With his eagerness I know he wont last long and I am not worried about him as much as the one who is still gagging me and laughing about it.
Just as I think things cannot get worst they do. I feel a hand move to my breast and then my nipples are pinched once again hard making me squeal as I continue to gag and fight not to be sick. I want this to end but it is only just beginning. After a few minutes of the torment to my nipples I once again feel the bite of an electric shock against them. I feel tears prick my eyes and begin to flow as pain assails me on too many levels. I am overwhelmed and too eager for this to stop even though my body is allowing it against my will. How could anyone get off to such torment?
A few minutes pass as I am left to endure what is being done to me. Then I feel the warm stream of cum shoot down my throat as the guy fucking my mouth growls in his release. I swallow as best as I can but still choke some. I will never get used to his I am afraid and that is the horror of the situation that It may not end ever if these men have their wishes of me. Having his fill of me the man with his cock in my mouth pulls out and leaves me to breath and calm down some as the one fucking me finds his release as well. I am filled with relief at this point as the one with the electric toy stops and my torment for the moment is over. If only that break would last but it doesn't.
Too soon for my wanting I feel my chains being moved and before I know it I am turned over to my hands and knees with me straddling one guy as another one moves behind me. I am not happy about this in the slightest but I know I have no choice in this. I feel the one under me thrust up into my slick pussy. I feel something wet now between my ass cheeks. I realize quickly its a finger as I feel it press into me making me groan through the ring gag. It been a very long time since I have had anal but I know that will not be the case tonight.
He takes his time as he listens to me groan from being fucked while he fingers and stretches my anal entrance before too soon I feel him press his cock into me. It hurts at first and I whimper and groan in protest but he will have none of that. The more noise I make the harder he presses into me burying his length in my ass while his friend pounds my wet pussy. I feel so full being double penetrated and it takes several agonizing minutes before I can relax and grow used to it as I am not being pounded into.
Not wanting to miss his chance at leaving a hole open, I soon feel a third guy move in front of me as he grabs my hair and hold it tightly in his grasp. Knowing what is coming I fight this time and try to pull my face away to avoid being gagged again. However it is of no use. I feel the hard slap of his hand across my face as he growls at me to stop fighting and then he shoves his cock into my mouth and begins brutalizing my throat. I am at a loss at this point.
I feel defeated on so many levels as I am used as nothing more than an object of pleasure by these men. The fact that I am aroused and feel myself so close to my own release is a shock to me. How can I enjoy this torment and use of my body? Yet it seems that I do. In the back of my mind I head that evil wicked little voice saying, "you are only getting what you have always secretly asked for," I know it is right but I never expected it to be this intense.
I am unsure how long this torment goes on. For what seems like hours now these men switch out and share me. Each one enjoying moving form one hole to the next as they move me to how they see fit to fully abuse my body for their pleasure. I cant fully complain as I feel myself climax again and again. However my body grows weaker by the minute and with each release I want to give in to my body's scream to just sleep. I fight the feeling for now, for as long as I can. My body is tired and heavy and I don't want to move or be moved. There is pain now riding with the pleasure I am given and that which is also taken from me in what seems like a never ending cycle.
I am not sure how much longer I go on before I finally do pass out and I do not know how long I am passed out either. However as I wake up someone is gently running their hand through my hair and I realize I am free. Free of the cuffs, free of the gag and the blindfold and laying on a soft bed. My body aches all over. There is not a single inch that doesn't protest even the slightest movement but somehow I manage to open my eyes and look around.
I find myself in the bedroom of a cabin but I am still unsure of my surroundings. I feel panic rise once again but then I look up as I hear the best sound in the world, Master's voice. He is sitting on the edge of the bed beside me and gently petting me. His soothing firm voice calms me instantly as he tells me to calm down that I am safe. Even as my body protests, I somehow find the strength and I move quickly to wrap my arms around him and hug him as I don't want to let go. We stay like this for several minutes as he pets my hair and holds me and soothes me.
Once I am calm he pulls me back and looks me over with a smile. It is then when he feels that I am ready that he asks me of what happened and then finally admits that he had arranged it and even had it recorded. At the knowledge part of me wants to strangle him but the other part is simply overjoyed. Overjoyed that it happened and that it was His doing in the fact he knew it was a fantasy that I had had. Overjoyed in the fact it was over and that I had survived it and overjoyed that I hadn't betrayed him as I had felt that I had in the middle of it. But most of all I was overjoyed at the fact that I was once again safely in his arms.
How long have I been out? My mind races with questions that I have no answers to. Where am I? Who has taken me? Why have they taken me? What will happen to me if I do not get free? Will I survive? My mind is thick with a fog that blocks out images of what happened earlier. Its hard to think as I regain consciousness. My head throbs and my body aches.
I open my eyes only to be welcomed by darkness. There is something over my eyes that only allows tiny slivers of the bright sunlight to seep through. Its a soft black cloth from what I can tell. I try to remember where I am and how I got here. My mind is still foggy. Cool metal presses against the side of my body. By the way it dips and rises against me I realize I am in the bed of a truck. I cant hear the hum of a motor running and there is no sense of motion so we must be stopped somewhere. I try to make a cry for help but nothing comes out except a muffle.
The tape on my mouth is still tightly in place and will not allow me to be heard. Not to mention my throat is so dry that I am sure even without the tape no one would be able to hear my attempts at crying for help. Worry setting in once again as I struggle to remember the earlier events. I try to move my limbs. I cant. My ankles are tightly pressed together with binds of tape as well as my wrists. I struggle to listen for anything close to me as I still try to move to wiggle free of my binds. At least in my discomfort I still feel the fabric of my clothes around me giving me some semblance of security at the moment.
Realizing that I will not be able to work myself free at the moment, I decide to save my strength for later in order to fight and possibly get free. Though I have no idea when they will come back for me. Grasping for some form of comfort over the situation, I force my mind to think back to earlier.
It was dark when I was taken. I had been walking home from work. I remember now the feel of strong hands suddenly grabbing me from behind. The pressure of them wrapping around my upper arms made me wince as panic rose violently within me. I tried to scream but before I could get it out the strong hands moved. One found its firm grasp over my mouth as the other stretched around me to press my body against a hard chest of a man. Holding me in place I remember the feel of his warm breath against my ear as he warned me.
"Scream and you die. Resist and you get hurt. Cooperate and you MIGHT live." Those words echoing in my mind make me shiver once again just as they did the moment of his speaking them as he held me pinned to him. I try to replay that voice in my mind over and over again to see if I recognize it at all but sadly it is not the voice of anyone that I know. As I go back to the scene in my mind and play it forward a bit more, I recall 2 more men walking up. It was so dark I could not make out anything about them really. The only thing I could tell was the different heights and shadowy builds of their bodies. All of them looked impressively scary in the darkness.
One approached me and placed tape over my mouth. He then moved to grab something from his back pocket and then placed it over my eyes and tied it behind my head. It was then that hand that had been on my mouth prior to the tape being put in place moved to my throat. Before I could realize what was happening, I felt the pressure of it squeezing and making it hard to breath. At that point I struggled and fought as much as I could to get free but it was no use. I couldn't get loose of the arm that held me and before I could do anything about it, darkness crept over me and consumed me in its thick abyss.
Just as the terrifying memory fades in my mind, I hear muffled voices. I cant distinguish them and it seems that they are not very loud. It takes me a moment to realize that there is small pieces of cotton in my ears keeping me from telling much about the voices or telling how far they are from me. Suddenly I hear the tail gate of the truck being let down and then a pair of hands roughly grab my ankles and pull. I yelp and squeal through the tape on my mouth as I am pulled to the edge of the truck bed.
I hear the men around me laughing as I am pulled out of the truck to be made to stand while rough hands hold me upright. I try to count the sounds of voices around me as men begin talking back and forth about me and what fun they plan to have with me. Fear rises in my throat as I struggle to get away, not that it would do me any good with my ankles bound so I cant run away and I cant see. However for some screwed up reason I am unable to fully process this fact in my brain as I continue to struggle for a freedom which will not come.
Getting tired of my struggling against his grasp, the one holding me shoves me hard forward. I scream through the tape as I feel myself fall and land hard against the ground. I groan as feel my body meet the ground and pain explodes all over. Laughing, the man who shoved me follows me down to straddle and pin me to the ground. I hear the rattle of chains nearing me as I feel the man shift on top of me.
I cant tell right off what he is doing but soon I realize he is retrieving something from his back pocket, a knife. I feel his hands grab my wrists first and begin to cut the tape and peel it off of my skin. As he does I feel another set of hands grab my ankles and remove the tape from them as well. I doubt they are letting me go as that just doesn't seem feasible in my mind at the moment. So it plagues the question in my mind of what are they planning?
As the sound of the chain rattling draws closer, I have a good idea. Moments later as I am held against the ground still I feel something go around each wrist. The material seems strong and I cool against my skin. The scent of leather assails me as I feel the same material being secured around my neck and ankles. Still trying to fight a little, I soon realize the cuffs are all connected by the chain that I heard rattling and they are also connected to the collar. There is not much room left for movement with how the chain has them joined together.
I feel the weight of the man on top of me shift once again now. He rises off of me and I hear his footstep near my head. I do not move for now as I simply listen. I hear a muffled "get up!" growled at me. Its a command I have no idea how to carry out. I know I am chained and cuffed and I still cannot see as the blindfold is still firmly in place. Nor can I express my uncertainty as the tape on my mouth still remains. With no response from me, I soon feel pain explode across the left side of my ass just as I hear the crack of a cane land. I whimper and yelp through the tape once again. I hear the growled command repeated a moment later.
Groaning and not wanting to get hit again, I force myself to roll to my stomach from my side and somehow manage to make it up on my hands and knees. As I do I feel the pull of a leash attached to the collar around my neck. I realize with the way the chains and restraints are ran from my collar to my wrists and ankles that I was meant to only be able to crawl blindly from this point. There was no possible way to stand even if I wanted to. Feeling embarrassed as I am led crawling through the grass with what sounds like 5 guys making vulgar comments one by one as I am led on.
Several excruciating minutes later there is another pull on my leash except it is a motion to stop where I am as I hear the voice of the one leading me telling me to stop. I halt in my crawl as I feel the leash pull back again and I am told to get up on my knees. I really don't want to comply as I fear what it planned for me and still wonder why this is happening to me and how I will find a way to stop it. However I have already been warned in the past to cooperate or get hurt. I have the feeling being shoved to the ground because I was fighting was only a warning in itself of what pain could be inflicted upon me if I do not stop fighting.
So reluctantly I test the lengths of the chains holding me as a lean back on my knees and wait. As I kneel now, I feel someone start to mess with the chains on me. Soon I am pulled upwards as my cuffs are attached to other chains so that I cant pull away and I am suspended with my arms apart above my head while I am still on my knees in the grass. As my wrists are secured I feel someone move the chains on my ankles so that they are spread outwards to a painful point and secured to something on either side of me.
As I am secured into position I fight back chills of fear as I feel a body press against me from behind. More chills follow in a rise of panic as I then feel the deadly steel of a knifes edge near my throat as my hair is grabbed hard and pulled making me arch my head backwards. There is a deep voice upon my ear now "Don't pretend you are not enjoying this and the fun is just beginning. Now be a good girl and cooperate so we don't have to kill you." As he speaks close enough to my ear for me to hear, I feel the tip of the blade begin to move.
Steadily it glides effortlessly and gently down my neck to the apex of my cleavage before moving back up and towards my shoulder leaving shivers and prickles of awareness and arousal in its wake. Once at my shoulder the blade shifts as the grip on my hair loosens then releases as the strap of my tank top is cut. Steadily the blade travels to my right shoulder now and repeats the action of cutting away my clothing. I try to remain still as possible while I tremble inside.
The horrifying realization of all this was that his words were true. To my embarrassment I was growing wet between my thighs as recognition of what they would in fact do to me claims my mind and body. This had always been a secret fantasy of mine but only one person knew that and to my knowledge he was not here. Oh my beloved Master, would I ever see him again? I try to push that saddening thought aside as I feel the knife cut away my skirt and shirt leaving me in my bra, thong, and stockings with garter belt.
I am mortified at the knowledge of strangers seeing me so bare and exposed. Now being displayed for their pleasure, I take a reassuring breath. I have to be strong. I have to survive this and get back to my Master. Surely he has realized I am missing by now as I never showed up to our home last night. He is probably worried about me and looking for me. Out of the five years we have been together I have never not shown up on time for him.
As moments pass, I push those thoughts from my mind and wait for what happens next. I don't know what my captors are doing at the moment but time seems to have frozen still for several long moments. However the tension inside me soon finds ease as I feel a hand at the side of my mouth as it then grabs hold of the tape and pulls it off fast. I cant help my strangled scream of pain from the shock of the tape coming off. I hear a laugh at my sound of pain, its a deep rumbling chuckle from the man before me. As I regain my composure as much as possible anyways I an glad to be free of the tape for now. I move my mouth several times, flexing my jaw which had grown stiff and allow air into my mouth as I try to regain some sense of moisture to my dry throat.
To my shock a moment or so later I feel a hand move to grab my chin as a bottle is placed to my lips. "its water, now drink." I barely hear the voice of the man before me say. My mind begs me to not partake of the liquid in the bottle as I have no proof his words are true. He could be pouring anything into my mouth for me to drink. However I am starved for a drink and so I do so as he pours the cool liquid into my mouth. The drink is refreshing as the cold water runs down my throat. I find myself thankful for this tiny act of kindness which shows me they are not maniac ax murderers are at least I hope I am right on that.
After I gulp down the last bite of the water given to me, I let out a sigh of relief that at least one issue is not bothering me as much. However now the weight on my arms has my attention as my upper body is supported by my wrists and my knees. Its not comfortable at all. But before I can say anything in protest, not that it would have mattered, I feel a hand once again return to my chin and press downward lightly as I am told to open my mouth. As I do what I am told I feel a large metal ring being slipped into my mouth. At first I pull back out of instinct but the hand holds me firm and pushes the ring further into place.
Knowing I have no choice I give in as I feel the hand then move to secure the ring gag at the back of my head. Once it is secured into place he steps away. It's now that feel another set of hands on my body. They move to cut the remaining clothing from my body with a knife. In my mind I can't help but wonder why I hadn't been stripped all at once but then it dawns on me that their may be a reason. What if they were recording this or taking pictures and I just hadn't heard the click of the camera. That thought makes me shiver more at the possible ramifications of the situation. If that was the case they would easily manipulate me for my silence against this crime. If they knew anything about me then it wouldn't take much to implicate me on this being arranged and prearranged with consent. That thought scared me to the deepest core of my being.
Moments later once I am fully stripped of all of my clothing. I feel myself blush as I know these strangers are looking me over. I feel hand on me now, 5 sets, pinching, pulling, caressing, groping, and grabbing me all over. I cant help but to whimper and moan through the gag. There is so many mixed sensations that I don't know how to truly react as I allow my body to do as it wishes. As my nipples are pinched and pulled I arch my body into the pull. I am aroused and yet repulsed at the same time that I am being touched by strangers.
My will says no but my mind and body scream yes as the act begins to unfold. I hear one of them say something about me enjoying the pain as my hair is grabbed and pulled back hard making me hiss and moan as I am groped. As they speak I feel another hand slip between my tender folds and find my wetness. His growl tells me he is planning to take me soon, maybe sooner than the others. As I feel him slide his fingers to my clit and begin to pinch and pull on it hard I arch my body more to be able to take it as I moan and whimper all the more.
But just as suddenly as it started, all of the hands seem to leave all at once. What are they doing and why am I whimpering in need now at the absence of these strangers hands upon me? I must be out of my mind to want this. Luckily I only have a few seconds to wait before they are once again back to paying their cruel attention to me. I say cruel because moments later I feel the sting of a crop across my left breast. I hiss and whimper as the sting sets into my skin and suddenly there is another pop and another. I hear them once again mention my liking pain and that they want to see what more I like and can handle. I myself am unsure of how far I can go but I am sure I will know before the day is over.
As I enjoy the sting of the crop on the front of my body moving from each breast to my thighs and pussy, I soon feel the painful bite of a cane along my ass and back. I start to shiver and shake with need as the stings and cracks of the instruments rain down on my body. I am in pure bliss but I am also appalled at myself for enjoying this with these men. I should be fighting but I am not. Instead I find myself wishing the ring was not in my mouth so I could beg for more.
In the back of my mind I hear my Masters voice telling me how bad I am to enjoy anther's torment on me. I feel dirty and and embarrassed and so wrong by doing this and yet I also feel somewhat free in the same token. After several minutes of enduring the pain of the crop and the cane it stops only to be replaced by something I have never wanted to experience a day in my life. I yelp as electric current snaps over my body.
I am unsure of what the instrument is but it bites hard. The first bite of it comes to my right breast and quickly runs to my left and then down my stomach to my thighs and my clit. I find myself screaming against the ring in my mouth as I try to pull away. My screams are chased with the laughs of the men around me. They are getting off to my torture which is evident in their voices. It seems like eternity before it finally stops and I hear the men debating what to do next.
After they debate while leaving me to try to get my emotions under control, I feel someone release the chains holding my wrists above my head. Then my ankles are released to so that I am still chained and bound but no longer to whatever was holding my up. I slump to the ground with my support no longer there and my body already protesting my movements from being held in place for a while by the chains. However I do not get to rest long. I feel a tug at my collar from the leash. They want me to crawl again.
In my current state of mixed emotions and sensations in my body I stumble and fall. There is another pull on my collar so I force myself back up to crawl where I am blindly led. I am led out through grass then to what feels like wooden stairs leading somewhere. Its hard to crawl upstairs but somehow I manage after a few minutes. I am led onto a wooden floor for what feels like a long way before I am finally told to get up.
Carefully I stand as my knees tremble and threaten to not obey. I am then pushed forward and gasp from shock as I land on a soft bed face first. At least it is a soft surface but its one that may seal my fate in the end. I feel hands on me now. They grab me roughly and then pull me to lay on my back. My wrists are once again pulled up above my head as my back rests against the bed and they are secured so I cannot get away or more. The same is repeated to my ankles which are spread wide. I can feel there is enough length left in the chain my ankles though for some movements unlike my wrists. However before I can contemplate much on the allowed movement, I feel a body move over mine up over my chest to my head.
A hand sinks firmly into my hair and then a cock is shoved deep into my mouth. I chock and gag instantly as I try to pull away. However I am held firm in place and not allowed to pull away as I want. I gag more as I feel the large hard cock move in and out of my throat deeply through the ring gag. He is lucky that is there or I would more than likely bite him which he probably already knew. To add to my torment, I now feel another guy between my legs moving into position. His hard length presses against my slickness before he plunges inside of me. He is large and it feels good at the same time as it hurts from the force he uses to thrust in and out of me. With his eagerness I know he wont last long and I am not worried about him as much as the one who is still gagging me and laughing about it.
Just as I think things cannot get worst they do. I feel a hand move to my breast and then my nipples are pinched once again hard making me squeal as I continue to gag and fight not to be sick. I want this to end but it is only just beginning. After a few minutes of the torment to my nipples I once again feel the bite of an electric shock against them. I feel tears prick my eyes and begin to flow as pain assails me on too many levels. I am overwhelmed and too eager for this to stop even though my body is allowing it against my will. How could anyone get off to such torment?
A few minutes pass as I am left to endure what is being done to me. Then I feel the warm stream of cum shoot down my throat as the guy fucking my mouth growls in his release. I swallow as best as I can but still choke some. I will never get used to his I am afraid and that is the horror of the situation that It may not end ever if these men have their wishes of me. Having his fill of me the man with his cock in my mouth pulls out and leaves me to breath and calm down some as the one fucking me finds his release as well. I am filled with relief at this point as the one with the electric toy stops and my torment for the moment is over. If only that break would last but it doesn't.
Too soon for my wanting I feel my chains being moved and before I know it I am turned over to my hands and knees with me straddling one guy as another one moves behind me. I am not happy about this in the slightest but I know I have no choice in this. I feel the one under me thrust up into my slick pussy. I feel something wet now between my ass cheeks. I realize quickly its a finger as I feel it press into me making me groan through the ring gag. It been a very long time since I have had anal but I know that will not be the case tonight.
He takes his time as he listens to me groan from being fucked while he fingers and stretches my anal entrance before too soon I feel him press his cock into me. It hurts at first and I whimper and groan in protest but he will have none of that. The more noise I make the harder he presses into me burying his length in my ass while his friend pounds my wet pussy. I feel so full being double penetrated and it takes several agonizing minutes before I can relax and grow used to it as I am not being pounded into.
Not wanting to miss his chance at leaving a hole open, I soon feel a third guy move in front of me as he grabs my hair and hold it tightly in his grasp. Knowing what is coming I fight this time and try to pull my face away to avoid being gagged again. However it is of no use. I feel the hard slap of his hand across my face as he growls at me to stop fighting and then he shoves his cock into my mouth and begins brutalizing my throat. I am at a loss at this point.
I feel defeated on so many levels as I am used as nothing more than an object of pleasure by these men. The fact that I am aroused and feel myself so close to my own release is a shock to me. How can I enjoy this torment and use of my body? Yet it seems that I do. In the back of my mind I head that evil wicked little voice saying, "you are only getting what you have always secretly asked for," I know it is right but I never expected it to be this intense.
I am unsure how long this torment goes on. For what seems like hours now these men switch out and share me. Each one enjoying moving form one hole to the next as they move me to how they see fit to fully abuse my body for their pleasure. I cant fully complain as I feel myself climax again and again. However my body grows weaker by the minute and with each release I want to give in to my body's scream to just sleep. I fight the feeling for now, for as long as I can. My body is tired and heavy and I don't want to move or be moved. There is pain now riding with the pleasure I am given and that which is also taken from me in what seems like a never ending cycle.
I am not sure how much longer I go on before I finally do pass out and I do not know how long I am passed out either. However as I wake up someone is gently running their hand through my hair and I realize I am free. Free of the cuffs, free of the gag and the blindfold and laying on a soft bed. My body aches all over. There is not a single inch that doesn't protest even the slightest movement but somehow I manage to open my eyes and look around.
I find myself in the bedroom of a cabin but I am still unsure of my surroundings. I feel panic rise once again but then I look up as I hear the best sound in the world, Master's voice. He is sitting on the edge of the bed beside me and gently petting me. His soothing firm voice calms me instantly as he tells me to calm down that I am safe. Even as my body protests, I somehow find the strength and I move quickly to wrap my arms around him and hug him as I don't want to let go. We stay like this for several minutes as he pets my hair and holds me and soothes me.
Once I am calm he pulls me back and looks me over with a smile. It is then when he feels that I am ready that he asks me of what happened and then finally admits that he had arranged it and even had it recorded. At the knowledge part of me wants to strangle him but the other part is simply overjoyed. Overjoyed that it happened and that it was His doing in the fact he knew it was a fantasy that I had had. Overjoyed in the fact it was over and that I had survived it and overjoyed that I hadn't betrayed him as I had felt that I had in the middle of it. But most of all I was overjoyed at the fact that I was once again safely in his arms.