Abducted
Many of you been asking me where I been for the last week. You aren't going to believe me, probably, but I swear this is what happened.
As some know, Master always wants me naked when I stay home at the house. When I walk to the store, like to get some groceries, but this day I wore my blue silk bra and panties under Master's big old long coat, his floppy tennis shoes, and a dark scarf. Well, I was walking there last week and got some milk and eggs. As I left the little Seven-Eleven, two guys driving a black van started to hit on me.
One was a bald bearded guy called Bill. The other was a younger guy with black hair and lots of tattoos, called John.
"Hey, purple hair, you want us to show you a good time?"
I just ignored them, and kept walking. But, they walked over to me, got really close, and one saw I was holding my coat and scarf real tight at the neck. He pulled at it and saw I was wearing only my silk undies.
"Oh my god Bill, he said." She is already to go, almost. He pushed his rough hand into my panties, felt my rump, and grabbed a boob with his other hand. “Get the van and let's take her with us!"
Before I could struggle away,they shoved me into the side door, tied my hands behind me, and my ankles together. They tied my scarf across my mouth to gag me. Then they put a canvas tool sack over my head and tied it at the neck.
As one of them drove, the second guy laid me on my back, removed my shoes, and unbuttoned my coat to expose my nude body. It was so cold. He immediately tore the straps off my bra and began sucking my nipples. Then thrust his hand in my panties and fingered my vagina saying, "I don't know why you are shivering. Your cunt is as hot as hell, bitch."
He turned me on my stomach. Holding me at my waist, then he slowly lowered my panties across my ass and down my thighs. Then he spread my butt cheeks with his thumbs and pushed a finger into my rectum, wiggling it until he had it in as far as his finger would go.
"Oh, you got the tightest little butt hole. I bet you'd make my hard dick feel really cozy up there. John, I can't wait. Think I'm gonna try some of this pussy."
John kept driving, but said, "Bill, Hepburn don't want to fuck a sloppy cunt after you. Besides, when we get there, Hep is going to want her to play with the others, you know.
“Well, I really saw her first, said John. Maybe I just let her ass milk my dick for a while. Okay?"
Bill pulled me to my knees, removed the tool sack, threw the coat over my head, and ripped off the lowered panties.
"Fuck, with her legs tied like this, I can't get in her pussy anyway. But, I can doggy fuck her up her ass."
He'd managed to remove his pants, shoes, and his tee-shirt I could feel his sweaty hairy chest on my back as he thrust and thrust against my anus, opening my rectum until he had penetrated me so that my butt cheeks pounded against his hips. I let out little farts with each stroke.
“Bitch, you get low. Hump back on my cock as I go in you. I want to give you it like the cunt you are.”
He grabbed my hair, pulling back my head to place his tongue in my mouth, and grunted like a sick dog. Tightly holding himself against me, he finally oozed his semen into me. I felt the warm fluid leak out as he pulled his sticky limp cock from me.
“Hmmm…that was so sweet, John. You got to get in her before we turn her over to Hepburn. He is going to hog her like all the rest we got for him, Bill said. Anyway, he gives us only twenty dollars a girl. Shit, a good blow job is worth that. And this is premium pussy.”
As Bill put the bag back on my head, we turned into a driveway that led to a blue concrete building, like a machine shop. John got out, opened a garage door, and drove inside.
“Fuck. You are going to get so used, Cunt, said Bill. “We got like three others waiting in the back room. Me, John, and Hepburn are going to party this week. I hope you like fucking a lot.”
Captured and Caged
They lifted me out of the van. I still had the coat pulled down on my arms and unbuttoned. Otherwise I was naked. I could still feel the cum running down the back of my leg.
They put the sack over my head again. I felt them attach something to my ankle bindings, heard a chain being pulled, and found myself dangling upside down. Someone untied my arms and took off the coat.
I heard women too. Some were giggling, but some seemed to be whimpering. One said to me, “Bitch, you done it now. You gonna be fucked so good. You ain’t walkin’ for weeks. You gonna get bred hun’.” I felt her spread my labia to examine my cunt.
“Another said, maybe we should get her ready for Hep. We can fill her with plugs. Looks like she got cum already in her ass. Be easy enough.”
I felt them tie a rough twine rope around my waist and push in a big plug into my bum hole. Rope from the plug went up my ass crack and another cut into my cunt and rubbed against my clit. Each were tied tight to the waist rope.
“So, put her down, said John. Get the collar on her and fasten her in the back room with the others.”
I heard a steel door open and was shoved into a room. The floor seemed to be dirt and there were others in the room. A metal collar was put on my neck and a chain was attached to the collar.
“Okay, she is attached to the others. God, I love the smell of freshly used pussy, don’t you Bill?” said John. Then the door shut and I heard a clank like someone had placed a padlock on it from the other side.
After a few minutes, someone removed the sack. I saw five girls. All were naked or partially naked. One had on pantyhose. It looked like someone had torn them open at her crotch. (She removed the sack.) Another had her bra lowered to expose her ample tits and her hands were cuffed behind her. She was starring at the wall, her mascara running down her face. She wore no panties. Two girls were plugged and roped like me. Each had very red welts like they had been whipped. One had been gagged with a ball gag. She was cuffed and nude except for a short ripped skirt. I noticed she had some blood on her thigh, either she was having her period or had been used hard.
Some had been shackled to the wall. All of us were attached to each other at the collar by a long chain.
“You cunts get comfy. Hep is coming soon. You all have to put on a good show for us then,” said Bill.
Then it occurred to me. I bet Marty had planned all this.
“What is this place and how long you been in here?” I asked. Nobody spoke but starred at the door.
“Shhh, you gonna get us in trouble,” one said.
The girl with the pantyhose said, “Most got here like last week, but some been here for a month or more. Hepburn is the leader, and he is a bad black dude. You don’t want to get him mad if you can help it. They got a couple local hookers from Denver that help them too.”
Another girl asked, “They get you like me, break into your apartment and grab you at night?”
"I was with my boyfriend, and they jumped us as we left the movie," said another. They beat him silly and took me away in that damn black van. Both those bastards tore off my clothes and fucked me before we even got here.”
The Blow Job
Just then the door threw open. In the passage stood a tall and large well muscled black man. He carried a riding crop and pointed at me. “Come here, fuck-pig, I want to inspect you,” he commanded.
Fuck-pig, that was what Marty likes to call me, I thought.
I crawled over as far as the chain would allow. He grabbed it and pulled me off my feet, like he was examining a chicken. He pushed his crop into my cunt hole and let me stand on my toes.
“Spread that pussy hole, Bitch!” He ordered.
“Yes Sir,” I said, and spread my lips thrusting my mound forward to allow him to examine me. The rope through my pussy pinched me, but I knew that I should push against the three fingers he inserted to allow him to open my vagina. He poked and probed with them until I got good and juicy.
"Turn around and spread that asshole for me!" he demanded as he quickly pulled the waist rope off and the butt plug out.
I turned around and he poked two fingers in me and spread my anus open.
"Hmmm, nice and clean too."
“Good job, you obviously been trained well, he said. You other sluts should learn from this one how to show respect. Now, Cunt, make my cock hard and give me your best blow job.” He unzipped his pants and offered a limp but large uncut cock.
I kneeled, pulled back the foreskin, and massaged it lightly. Nearly immediately, I felt it begin to rise and grow thicker. His brown gland started to swell.
“You fuck head. I said a blow job, not a hand job. Get that mouth on that dick, Slut.”
As I inserted it in my mouth, he pumped it deep into my throat. It was huge. I’d say one of the largest I’d seen like maybe nine inches or more. It had a remarkable head too --- very thick and shiny. I hadn't had many uncut guys. I actually enjoyed the feel of his floppy foreskin going back and forth over my lips.
He started moaning as he closed his eyes, then he pushed my head all the way to him so that his cock was in the back of my throat. As he held his breath and closed his black eyes, he shot the biggest load into me. I actually gulped.
“You be swallowing that, little girl. I don’t want you to waste a drop. Hmmmm. Nice,” he said. “See you later, we gonna have a good time with you.” And he left.
As I wiped off my mouth with my wrist, the other girls starred at me. One said, "Oh my god, you act like you did that before.”
I said, “Yeah, a few times I guess.”
I know if Marty had seen me, he'd be proud cause I looked like I had been trained and knew how to not get scared or nervous when being used. I was sure this was a put on that Marty had arranged. Fuck-pig, that name was an obvious give away, I thought.
Drug Enema
The door opened again. This time a man I’d never seen before asked if I was thirsty and wanted an iced tea. I said sure. A girl in the room shook her head no. I drank half a glass and stopped, but it was too late. I started getting dizzy. The room began to spin and get dark. I felt shadows carrying me by my arms and legs.
I awoke to find myself strapped into a restraint device. I was lying naked on my back. A ring gag was in my mouth. My arms were fastened to my ankles with restraint cuffs. A wide strap across my stomach held me to the table. My knees were strapped to two upright poles that spread my legs wide. A soft cushion was under me rotating my hips so that anyone would have full and easy access to me.
I had terrible pain in my shoulders and breasts. Someone wrapped fish line around my nipples. They had been elongated, probably an inch or more. As I twisted and turned to relieve the pain, it only made me sense the exposure and sensitivity of my lower body.
Though still a little foggy from the tea, I heard a feminine voice talking, “She has the nicest vulva. I like how those fat little folds saddle her crotch and curve around the vagina. Her clit is so sensitive too. Just a casual touch and it stands to attention like it is seeking stimulation. The labia are so perfect too. No tears and it causes her vaginal canal to dilate so you can see the red walls in her and the start of her cervix.”
I felt soft fingers tracing the outline. Then her thumbs began to massage my anus. “Relax Hun, you are going to enjoy this.”
“She has the cutest little pink rose butt hole,” she remarked. Her middle finger felt slick as she drove a cold dab of Vaseline up my rectum. “Hold still as I push this double balloon nozzle into you. It has two balloons. One for the inside and one outside. I have a whole gallon of fluid too.” A red bag hung from a pole holding my knee.
I felt the warm liquid move into my anus, through my colon, and begin to bloat my abdomen. It really was soothing. My body began to sweat and my insides gurgled.
“The same stuff in your tea is now in your bowels, Hun. You are going to get sleepy again, but you are not going to care what they put in you or how much you are getting fucked.” As I got foggy again, and forms turned to shadows, I felt the gush of warm water exit me and splash into a plastic pail.
Then I felt warm soapy water and a soft cloth wash me. First my face, then breasts, stomach, my legs, and finally my crotch.
Next, a nameless woman poured warm oil over my mound. It ran across my twat and down my ass to the cushion underneath. They massaged me firmly. My anus relaxed and began to open. I felt myself trying to offer myself more by spreading my legs even wider.
“Hun, now relax, let yourself float,” as she inserted a finger, then two, finally four, and slowly pushed her hand inside my dilated butt hole. I thrust back in rhythm, waiting for her to stimulate my clit and insert fingers in my vaginal canal. The soothing sensation was in contrast to the stinging and aching pain of my nipples and breasts. I never wanted to be fisted before, but that felt like pure heaven.
The orgasm lasted forever it seemed, a hard anal one that cramped deep in my womb. “That is your first,” she said. Now the guys are going to enjoy you before you return to the holding room.”
Shadows darted around me. The room swirled. I did not care about my dilated holes, or my naked exposure. I could feel being pumped and thrust upon. Several times I felt huge cocks penetrate both my ass and pussy simultaneously. I know several shadows must have also enjoyed my mouth through the open ring gag.
I awoke again in the holding room lying naked on the dirt floor, a wooden plug inserted in my vagina fastened to a wide belt with chains, a plug harnessed in my butt hole, and the ring gag still in place. Cum seeped from every orifice and I could taste it in my throat.
I'd been out for almost 12 hours. I could see it was dark outside. Time was really relative. I didn't even know how many days I had been there. Several of the girls were gone. One was sleeping and another was sobbing. I guess the other girls were getting used by our captors. A plate of food had been left, I figured for me. Potatos, salad, pork chop, a roll, and a glass of tea. Strange that I'd be treated to such a good meal. I mean if they were wanting to torture women and kidnap them, would they be giving them dinner like this?
Harsh Discipline
I ate, had just finished, and a tall black woman came in. She was dressed in a corset, wore boots, and carried a crop like the black guy had.
"You get that fuck ass ready hun. You are invited to a party," she said.
What was to get ready? I was already naked, and still had plugs in me. "So...like...what you want? Am I suppose to comb my hair, brush my teeth, and put on some jewelry?"
"You little cunt! Where you get off sassing me, missy? as she hit me a couple times with the crop across my legs. Well, where you going, you gonna get lots of that."
I rubbed the welts trying to sooth the sting. She jerked me up and pushed me out the door, slaming it behind us as we left.
In a room not far, I saw the other three girls tied by their wrists and hung from the ceiling. They had the same harness and plugs I wore. Each balanced on toes. The black guy that I had given the blow job to was naked and watching them as he sat smoking a cigar in a chair. He was stroking his long and thick black cock.
"You look so fine hangin' there, you cunts. Now you going to dance for me and give me my respect, before me and the guys fuck you again."
He got up and struck the first girl on her buttocks. She sighed a little and actually smiled back.
I was hauled onto a vacant rope and pulled onto my toes too. My calves strained.
"So here is what we gonna do. You are all gonna get whipped by this crop. The one that screams the most, they are gonna get the whip too," as he held up a horse whip with a metal tip. "Okay, count off, Bitches, as I use this on your asses."
He began with the first girl, striking her about ten times. I don't know how, but she didn't even whimper. I mean, she didn't even flinch. She must of had a butt like stone.
Then the second girl got ten. But she was screaming before he even laid the crop on her.
The third girl winced and struggled to avoid the blows.
Me...well, you know, I am not good at pain. I let out crys with each strike to my ass.
"Well, little girl, you are almost as noisey as the second cunt. But not quite. guess you are saved from the horse whip," he said to me.
Then he coiled the horse whip and with full force struck the second girl across the back, legs, breasts, neck, and butt. It split the skin leaving bleeding cuts. She screamed, so loud it hurt my ears. Blood curdling ones, as he whipped her twenty or more times. A few times he hit her pubic folds leaving red lacerations across her pussy and legs. Finally, he crushed out his cigar into her arm pit.
"Pretty good, huh? I mean, I was looking to hit that clit a few more times though," he said. "Been fun, but time to eat some pussy, now. He motioned to take the girl away and have the rest of us taken down. "Take off the plugs for them," motioning to the black girl. "Get down, spread them cunts and hold 'em open."
Signalling to his black assistant, "Debora, you can have your pick. Take whatever pussy you want. I want the other two." The black woman pushed me to the floor and motioned for me to spread myself.
If they had known I was a certified slave, I'm sure they would have made better use of my talents. Maybe Marty had nothing to do with that. And, anyway, I can't imagine a master letting that asshole treat slaves like that. I mean, with a whip and all.
I spent the remainder of the time getting licked, anus fingered, and my pussy probed by Debora, and I returned the favors. I made her cum about three times. Actually, I caught her being nice to me and smiling. She even let me cum a few times.
Three hispanic looking guys came into the room. The black man said they could join in if they wanted. I gave one a blow job, and the other fucked me before I was returned to the holding room. The third ate on my clit, but wanted to know if I was a whore that worked on Colfax Avenue and how much I got for a trick.
After about four hours I was returned to the holding room. Before falling asleep, I thought how similar this was to the training I had had in Oakland. Maybe just a coincidence, but that first girl, the one with the butt of stone, I recalled her saying she was from San Francisco. I wondered if she was a certified slave. You'd have to have some experience to be able to do that.
The Dirty Filthy Fuck Piggy
"Get on fours Cunt," the voice said. "Scamper over here and show me that drippy twat."
It must have been the fourth day. Except for one casual romp with a couple guys, they left me alone. But this guy was a new guy, yet he sounded familiar. Like a little bitch dog, I crawled with my butt up and spread my ass to his gaze.
"Hmmm, nice rump, Bitch, as he spread open my pussy lips and drove his index into my asshole. I like a well trained piggy. But you aren't filthy enough yet."
Over my head he placed a nostril deformer. You know, one of those things that pull your nose up and makes you look like a pig. Then he put on a dentist's
mouth brace pulling back my lips and exposing my teeth.
"Good, now you are starting to look like a piggy. Stick this in your butt hole too," handing me an enema nozzle like I had a few days ago. Except, this one had been fashioned with a piggy tail. I inserted it and he pumped it up so it could not be easily pulled on.
"God, you do look like a sow cunt now!" he exclaimed. Then he snapped a leash to my collar and told me to follow him.
We went to a room in the back of the building. It looked like they built motorcycles and racecars in there -- grease, engine parts, oil, and tools.
From a drawer he took a black ink marker. I'm going to write what you are over your body you drippy slut cunt. He wrote on my forehead, "Piggy." On my stomach he had "Fuck Me" with an arrow down to my cunt hole. On each thigh he had an arrow with "Cum Hole." And on my ass he put "Slut."
"See that pile of dirt and bark dust?" He pointed to a corner in the back. "Piggies like to root in that. I think it even has some pig shit or cow manure in there for you. Get in there and roll around like a piggy.
I crawled into the pile. It stunk like a barn. Excess oil had been thrown in it too and it stuck to me.
"I want to hear you squeal for me too. Push that pussy into that pile. Fuck it like you will fuck me
soon."
I squealed and grunted. I laid my cunt onto the pile and humped like I was being fucked. Then I rolled on my back and spread my legs as though I was making a snow angel for him. He smeared my face. "Oink, oink, squeal squeal..."
"Good, good...now, take this flashlight, sit there on that pile, and masturbate. Make yourself cum, Cunt pig!"
He handed me a long plastic flashlight. I spread my legs open and pushed it in and out of my open gapping vagina for him.
"Perfect, okay, turn around." He took out the enema nozzle. "Fuck it in your ass for me now" I got on my knees and thrust myself up and down on the light.
"Keep squealing piggy, don't stop. I want you to feel like the filthy sow whore you are."
He jerked my chain leash and led me to a large wooden tool bench. "Okay, Piggy, get up here. Stay on all fours."
I hopped onto the bench and he began fingering my ass with one hand and my pussy with the other.
"Mmmm...you are gonna make me cum just playing with you," he said as he dropped his pants and stroked a long thick hard on. "Stand here and bend over, putting your arms out on the table."
I stood at the end of the bench, bent over and stretch my arms out as he asked. Then he took rolled rags and nailed them over each wrist and my neck holding me face down. He did the same with my ankles, spreading my legs and fastened them to the legs of the table, exposing my ass to any invasion he wanted.
"So nice, Piggy, I see your cunt dripping. I think you want this as bad as me," pushing his cock, dilating my butt hole, and pumping me. "Come on, fuck pig, let's keep grunting and squealing. Remember, you are a filthy sow for me now."
He pumped me for ten minutes, still as hard as when it started. Maybe you need a shovel handle up that pig cunt!" He took a nearby shovel, slowly inserted the handle in my cunt hole and wedged it into the floor. I could feel it bang my cervix and its roughness tear against my open labia. I couldn't move. He had impaled me on the handle and bound me captive on the tool bench, fucking me my asshole all the while.
"You like that Piggy? Squeal yes if you do."
"Weee,weee...," I responded.
Then I felt the warm jizz go into my rectum. It seemed to flow forever. It seeped out, down my leg and to my ankle. He slumped on my back. His fingers grabbing at my tits and rolling my nipples. Hi tongue licking my ears.
"Huh,...huh, huh...," he jerked as he came.
Piggy, that was the best piece of ass I had since I saw you in that Castle Rock place several months ago.
"Okay, so he knows me. I bet he knows Marty. "Yep, ...like I figured. This was a put on," I thought.
"I'm gonna get you outa here really soon if you stay my nice little fuck piggy," he said as he took me back to the holding room.
Daddy's Girl
Honestly, I was getting tired of that place. Guys, and some girls to, would come by the holding room to look at us standing, sitting, or lying naked. They'd look us over like desserts, and then motion us to follow them to the "fuck rooms."
I must have been in six or seven of the rooms. Each was equipped with a cheap bed, a small refrigerator for drinks such as coke and beer, a pitcher of water, glasses, always a box of Kleenex to clean off cum, some dry and moist towels, and a glass full of condoms.
Some rooms are done in fetishes. For example, some have red walls and flames with black silhouette shadows to represent hell. Some have very gross images painted on the walls --- cocks cumming, open vaginas dripping cum, cunts, and cock filled assholes. Others graphically show lesbians sucking each other off.
Some days I'd do like two or three guys. And even at night I might have a couple guys and some girls too. I'd been there five days, and a rather old and fat guy said I was to go to a "fuck room" with him. He was nervous and I could tell he did not seem to be confident sexually with women.
When we got there, he asked, "Do you mind calling me Daddy?" I told him I didn't mind. He held a brown briefcase and said, "Okay, I want to dress you first," opening the brief case and handed me a petite frilly little girl's dress, baby girl , some knee socks, patent leather shoes, plastic panties like a baby might wear, two diapers large enough for a young woman, and some baby oil and powder. Also, there was a baby pacifier and a bottle already full of milk.
"I want you to be my little baby girl. You have to act like a baby for me. You can call me Da' Da'. Also, I will make you mess your diaper and I want you to cry for me, so I have to change you. I could not hold back my giggles.
"You can't be serious. I never played a baby before, I said. And anyway, like...I could not be made to mess a diaper."
He became very sternly and said, "Oh my dear, quite serious. And if baby is bad, she will be spanked too. So, lay here," pointing to the bed, "and let me put this diaper on you."
I lay still, on my back with my arms across my breasts. He powdered my pubic and bikini areas and rubbed the powder into my skin.
"Turn over, please. Let's powder your butt. And please say yes Da'Da', he asked.
I said, "Yes Da'Da'," and turned over.
He sprinkled me with white powder. Then he rubbed it into my ass crack and between my legs. He was getting a good feel of my anus probing it to the knuckle, getting off separating my cunt lips, and filling my vagina with two of his stubby fingers. I saw him offer me a sinister grin.Then like you would a baby, he rolled me over carefully, lifted my legs and slid a clean diaper under me. Folding it and attached the side tabs, he told me to get up and he'd dress me the rest of the way.
Standing nude except for the diaper, my arms at my side, he had me put on the plastic panties over the diaper. Then he pulled the frilly dress over my head. Finally, he sat me on his knee and put on my socks and shoes.
"Daddy is going to give you your bottle, now." You can sleep if you want, but finish all your bottle for me."
"Yes, Da'Da'," as I played along.
I did about half and put the bottle on the end table.
"No, Amy, Daddy wants you to drink it all."
But it was making my stomach gurgle. "Da'Da, it is hurting my stomach."
He said, "Well, drink a glass of water, then. That will help you finish the rest."
I finished the bottle as I sat on his lap. He told me about his wife and life. He was an accountant and had not had sex in several months. His wife was not into it. And he always had this particular fantasy. We chatted for about an hour. I thought, "This isn't so bad."
But my stomach gurgled more. That bastard had given me a laxative. And it was working. That was how he would make me mess my diaper. Geeeze, I could not believe it.
"Da'Da, Amy is going to Do Do in her panties," I said. "I'm sorry, but I have tummy ache, Da'Da'," pretending to cry.
I pee'd and shit in my diaper, just like he wanted. You could smell it. Nothing could really humiliate me anymore, I thought. But for some reason, that did. I was embarrassed.
"Well, Daddy is very disappointed in you, Amy. You should tell Daddy when you need to potty. But, I will change you," as he offered that sinister smile again.
He slowly pulled my dress over my head. As he did, he kissed me,pushing in his wet tongue into my mouth. Then he licked and sucked on my nipples and said, "Oh, Amy, you’re getting nice little breasts. Daddy likes how perky they are all ready."
Then he kneeled down, licked around my navel, and said, "Did Amy do poopy too?"
I said, "Yes, Daddy."
Oh, Amy, Daddy is going to spank you for that. But first I must clean you off."
He laid me back on the bed and tore off my diaper. "Eeew, stinky poopy."
Using some Kleenex, he cleaned my mess and washed my bottom with soapy water as he lifted my legs. Then, he washed my pussy; separating the folds to be sure they were clean. He rubbed me with baby oil, and powdered me again. I did feel fresh and clean and actually it was a very comfortable experience.
Pretending to spank me, he did make my butt turn red as he turned me over his knees. Then, like out of the blue he said -------
"Amy, can I fuck you, please? I mean, not as a little girl, of course. I just want to fuck you now. Okay?"
You know, I felt sorry for the guy. He was pathetic. I said, "Yes sir, if you want."
He undressed, showing me a stubby little cock. It poked straight out below a fat bulging beer belly and a hairy chest. I spread wide and guided his cock into my pussy hole for him. I think he got like five or six pumps into me and then grunted, "I'm cumming."
We lay there awhile, his head on my chest, playing with a nipple, and drooling on my belly. Then he dressed, packed his little case, and returned me to my room saying, "Amy, thank you. You fulfilled a fantasy I have had for years.
Wait...wait...he called me Amy. Now how do you suppose he knew I was Amy?
The Great Escape
Now it has been like six days. I had to go watch several girls get tied and placed in some devices. They then put electro-shocks on their tits and cunts. I don't know if they were enjoying it or not. They'd jump when the guy would press a button tho'.
They were getting ready to do me when Bill and John, the guys that brought me there said, "Hepburn wants her to go party with us tonight. We're going to take her with us. What you think of that, Cunt?"
I stared at the floor. Would it matter what I said?
They pushed me out of the "fuck room", down some stairs, and put me in the back of the black van. I was naked and cold.
As we drove away, Bill tossed me a paper sack and said, "Put these on."
Inside were my clothes --- the panties I wore the first day, the old grey coat, Marty's tennis shoes, my blue silk bra, and my scarf.
"Not much I know," said Bill. "But you aren't going to need much at the motel where we are going. John and me go here a lot. They got a good bar, and after, well, you know what we want."
Out the back window I saw a sign that said Interstate 70 East, then they took a turn south on I-25.
"Your panties might be a little wet, Hun, said John. Think Bill was licking the cunt mucus out of them earlier," as he slapped Bill on the back of the head.
"You perv," said Bill, as he passed the Colfax exit. I'll tell you this. When we get there, I get the first fuck."
I put on the bra, coat, scarf. I was tying my tennis shoes when Bill said, "Relax, you little cum dump. You are in for a treat. No bullshit."
At this point, I didn't care. If they went to the bar, maybe I could runaway. Or better, maybe I'd call Marty and he'd come and get me.
"John, you got to admit. She has a pretty fuck hole, huh. That tiny little set of boobies. And that cunt. God! I think I'm gonna take a taste of that right now."
I sat with my head buried in my knees and gave no response.
Seemed like a long time to find a motel. John said they were lost. But we kept heading south.
Later, they turned off and travelled down some isolated road. "Think I am going to get directions," said Bill.
But when the van came to a stop, they slid the side door open and ordered me out. "Oh, fuck! I thought. They gonna...like...rape me on the side of the road or what?"
I got out. They closed the door and drove off.
"Geeeze, I don't believe this," I said. Where the fuck am I?"
Fortunately, there was a Seven-Eleven nearby. "Oh my god!" I yelled aloud. It was my Seven-Eleven, the one up the street from my house.
Flecks of snow fell as I ran the three blocks to our house. It must have been 2 o'clock in the morning. I rang the bell, banged on the door, yelled, "Marty, Marty, wake up! I'm home, I'm home. Let me in."
A sleepy and yawning Marty opened the door a crack, leaving the chain in place. "What the fuck?" he said.
As he took the chain off and opened it to let me in, he smiled and said, "Hope you had fun," and went back to bed.
The next morning I told him about the place I was. He said the black guy, Hepburn, was a regular customer once. in fact, he played ball for CU, but was hurt in a motorcycle accident and couldn't get picked up by any pros. "It was Hep that got me into bondage stuff," he said.
Then he told me this, "You remember that doctor that wanted to throw you into the trunk of his car and scare the hell outa you? Well, I thought that was a pretty cool idea. I know you fool around on that damn CM site when you are here alone. I bet you even cam, don't you, little Cunt?"
I jumped in his lap, gave him a big hug, smiled, and said, "Marty, would I ever do anything to hurt or leave you?"
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Loaned Out and Used --- My Recent Experieince with Another CM Member
I have always been used when my Master was around. But a couple
