Thursday, January 7, 2016

Wicked Captivation ©

This morning I am meeting with my private investigator. I have suspected that my husband has been stepping out of our marriage. He has shown me proof of my husband's infidelity in the form of photographs. Apparently my husband has a taste for unsavory sexual things. There are pictures of him with multiple women, and also pictures of him with men. There are pictures of him naked being whipped with a riding crop. I put the pictures away as I shudder with utter disgust.
I walk outside for a much needed walk to clear my head. I put my sunglasses on when a young boy about 12 years old walks up to me. “Lady, I really need your help. “Please come with me, because I need help,” he says with tears in his eyes. I can’t deny this child help when he’s obviously in some kind of trouble. He leads me towards a group of men. Suddenly I am afraid. “What’s going on?” I ask of the boy. “These men said they would kill my momma if I didn’t bring you here,” he replies. I realize that I am in deep shit. I turn to run, when suddenly a cloth bag is placed suddenly over my head. I begin to panic. With my legs and arms I begin lashing out blindly, while screaming until my voice would crack. I feel something hit my head with such force that I begin to stagger. At this point I realize that fighting is useless I feel my hands and feet are being bound. I'm lifted off of the ground and placed somewhere lying down. I feel around trying to discover just exactly where I am. I know that I am in a vehicle, because I can feel it jerk forward. It doesn't take me long to determine that I'm in a goddamned fucking trunk. I begin to scream so loud that the sound is hurting my ears. With my hands I begin to pound on the trunk lid. I know I have to escape or I'll be dead by nightfall.
After what felt like an eternity, or it could have been 15 minutes, the car stopped and I heard the doors open and close. I know they are coming for me. I quickly remove the item covering my head. I search frantically in the dark for something to use as a weapon. My search proves futile and I am left with nothing but my wits to get out of this alive. The trunk opens and one man reaches for me and jerks me out of the trunk. I stand up realizing this man is about my height. With my head I rare back and allow it to connect with his head. The man shouts out in pain as another man walks over and puts me in a head lock. I feel like I can’t breathe like I am being smothered. I am walked a few feet when I stumble over a step. "Stupid bitch," I hear the man mutter. I am taken through a door and guided through what feels like a maze of halls.
I discover no one is holding me. I ponder my options at this point. I realize I have none. I must comply. My eyes dart around to see exactly where I am. This place is not familiar to me. It appears that I am in some sort of an abandoned warehouse. It seems like there are all the comforts of home here. There are several old looking beds and couches in the area and a long rectangle shaped couch. It would appear that these men live here.
Before me stands the tallest and most broad shouldered man I have even laid my eyes upon. His eyes are an icy blue and I see no compassion in them. His facial features appear sharp and he has a mustache and goatee. Every part of his body that is exposed has tattoos covering every inch of his skin. In another set of circumstances I would have unwillingly admitted that this man was very attractive.
"Mrs. Lily Taylor, I guess you are wondering why you were invited here today," he says with the most menacing deep voice I've ever heard. I feel myself shiver out of pure fear, yet I remain mute. How does this man know my name? "Your husband is a wealthy man, and you are a rare beauty. He will pay handsomely for your return," Mr. blue eyes inform me.
The man in charge reaches for what looks like a disposable cell phone. He punches a few buttons and puts the phone to his ear. “Can I speak with Zachariah Taylor?” I hear him say. The leader walks away for a few moments to conduct his call in private I think. He returns and throws the phone. The phone hits the wall and shatters in thousands of piece. The men stand in stunned silence as they wait for an explanation. “He doesn’t want her back. He says we can keep her, because he is tired of her,” he explains to the men with an angry voice.
At this point I realize all hope is lost, for my husband doesn't want me. He will be glad to be rid of me. The men begin to argue amongst themselves. I'm more frightened now than I was before. I hear one man mention selling me, while another mentions killing me after they've all had turns with me. My body is now shaking uncontrollably. "Abandon all hope," are the words echoing in my head. "ENOUGH!" the leader shouts. The sound is deafening and all the men pay heed to his words. “Well the ransom hasn’t went as planned, but we do have a prize, boys. She can become our sex slave until we all tire of her. Once we tire of her we can either kill her or sell her to whoever will take her used up pussy,” he explains.
"She will suck my dick first,” he declares. I begin to scream. I have never used my mouth to pleasure a man before. His fist lashes out and hits me on the corner of my eye. I begin to sob and screamed no more. "Take off your clothes," he orders. I shake my head no. He takes a step towards me and I know he will hurt me. I pull my skirt down my legs to the floor with shaking hands. I reach for the buttons on my sweater but my hands are shaking so much that I can't even grab hold of them. I look up at him with pleading eyes. He reaches down into his boot and pulls out a long wicked looking knife. I shudder as he steps closer to me and with the knife he cuts off the ropes that bind my hands and feet and then the buttons on the sweater one by one. He rips off the sweater and throws it on the dirty floor.
I am standing there wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I risk a glance at the other men standing around hoping to find compassion in the eyes of one. My search is in vain for I see only lust and no sympathy. I feel the blade touch my skin as he slices off both my bra and panties. With one hand still holding onto the knife, the other reaches out to pinch my nipple. I squeal out in pain. He just laughs a wicked laugh.
"I'm going to sit the knife down. Are you going to be a good little bitch for me?" he asks. Somehow I mutter the word "yes." He sits the knife down, and pulls me closer by pulling on my nipple. He bends over and bites me on the top of my tit. I bite my tongue to remain silent and feel a slight amount of blood enter my mouth from the pressure.
With the same hand he continues pinching the nipples. With the other hand he thrusts three fingers into my pussy. He thrusts them in and out with such force that I prayed he would kill me sooner rather than later. “Will you please just kill me rather than just humiliating me?” I inquire. He lets out a wicked laugh. “No I won’t, you stupid twit. I am going to use you for my pleasure and the men will take what they want from you and you will comply. Never question me again,” he says as he thrusts his fingers harder and deeper inside of me. I feel more tears rolling down my face as I realize this is my fate.
He removes his hands from my body and unzips his pants. I squeeze my eyes shut, because I can't do this anymore. He grabs my hands and places it around his dick. "This dick is going to be in every hole you possess. Look at it," he demands. I look down at his cock and notice his jeans are at his ankles. It is long, thick, and erect. The sight of it terrifies me. "Bitch, it is time for you to kiss him," he says as he pushes me to my knees. I start to cry and pull my hand off his rigid penis.
“Please don’t do this to me,” I beg of him. “You have no choice as I have told you before,” he says to me in a rather bored tone of voice. My body stiffens as a form of unexpected rebellion. He grabs a fit full of my auburn hair and pulls me towards him. “Open your mouth, bitch,” he demands as his fist snakes out and he hits me again on the other side of my face. I let out a slight squeal of pain, yet my mouth remains shut.
“Motivate her,” he barks to his men. The meanest one of the group approaches with a pistol in hand and I feel the cold metal press to the side of my head. I hear the gun click. I am without hope. I open my mouth and close my eyes. I feel him force his large cock in me mouth with no sense of gentleness. He grabs the back of my head and forces himself in and out of my mouth. On several occasions I feel myself gag as the head of his penis rams into the back of my throats. I feel the tears run down my cheek from the humiliation and some from the gagging. “Oh what a good little bitch,” he says to me as he removes himself from my mouth and ejaculates on my chest. I grab for my sweater that was discarded on the floor. I wipe off the results of his pleasure with shaking hands.
“Who wants to be next to having his dick sucked?” he asked his men. They all approach with desire in their eyes. “Clyde, you’re next,” he informs the man holding the gun to my head. Clyde sits the gun on the table where they usher me and Clyde pulls his pants down and plops down on the edge of the table. “Are you going to service me well, wench?” Clyde asks me. “I have no choice,” I return. The leader bends me over and motions me to begin sucking on Clyde. At this stage of the game I realize that if I want to survive I am going to have to do as they demand. I feel humiliation down to my very soul, but I comply.
With my right hand I grasp his cock, and with my mouth I begin to bob up and down on his shaft only taking in enough to not make myself gag. I feel hands on my ass and they are roughly grasping and kneading. I tilt my head not missing a stroke and realize that it is the leader of this horny bunch of men. I turn my attention back to Clyde.
I feel something slide into my asshole and realize that the leader has inserted his penis. The pain I feel is horrendous as he thrusts forcefully inside of me. I look up to Clyde who was leaning back on his elbows to give me better access to the length of his shaft. My eyes plead with him for his assistance in ending this nightmare. I see no sign that he will help me. His brown eyes are clouded with raw passion. As time progresses my ass becomes more accustomed to the leader’s assault. I feel Clyde stiffen and he begins to moan. Next thing I know I feel this warm, salty fluid slide into my mouth and down my throat. “She’s a swallower, boys,” Clyde explains in a loud voice filled with laughter. Hell he just got a blowjob and any man would be ecstatic at that moment in time.
I realize now that my ass is not being used by the leader. The loud sound of laughter echoes in my ears and I cover my face to hide my shame. The leader leans down, caresses my left cheek, and whispers into my right ear, “There is no shame in knowing that you have pleasured a man.” I remove my hands from my face. “Can I please go now?” I ask of him with hopefulness in my voice. “No, my pet, we are not even close to being done with you. I’ll make you a deal. Would you like that?” he says quietly where only I can hear his words. I nod. “Zeke will get his turn and then you can rest for a few hours,” he declares.
“Zeke, follow me. It is your turn,” he says as he grabs my hand and drags me towards the large bed. He pushes me down on the bed where my pussy is slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. Zeke has completely removed his pants and he is straddling over my head with his dick in his hand. He pushes his not so big dick towards my mouth as I open it to let him inside. He thrusts in and out of my mouth without a hint of gentleness. I guess you could say he was fucking my mouth. I feel hands on my pussy and they are exploring my clitoris with circular motions. I cannot see who it is because Zeke is blocking my view. I realize that there is a mouth on this area. Never before have had I felt this type of pleasure. “I don’t want to enjoy this type of pleasure especially now,” I scream inside of my head. The man between my legs increases the pace with his tongue. I begin to moan with Zeke’s cock in my mouth. Zeke suddenly removes his penis and begins to stroke himself. I feel such pressure start to build and find myself shaking from the pleasure. I feel a gush of fluid escape me at the same moment Zeke reaches his climax and his ejaculation lands all over my face.
The leader removes his shirt and throws it at me. “Clean yourself up, nasty bitch,” he slurs at me. All the men bust out laughing at this statement. I begin to cry again. I am humiliated and I hurt everywhere. I cover my face with his shirt. “Did you see that fucking whore cum all over the place?” one of the men exclaims rather loudly. I begin to sob loudly as I curl up into the fetal position. The men are all laughing hysterically. I realize at this stage that I am going to die here.


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