My favorite subbing fantasy is to be innocently walking to my car after night class, so it's about 10pm and the parking lot is mostly deserted. As I near my car, I see a white van parked next to me, but I really don't think much about it. That is, until I start to put my key in my car door and hear the van door slide open. Before I can even scream, a leather gloved hand is placed over my mouth and I am pulled back into the van by very strong arms. I kick and fight and even try to bite, all to no avail as I am overpowered. A wad of cloth is shoved in my mouth and my mouthis then covered with duct tape. I try to get a view of my attacker, but the van is dark and the person is wearing black clothes and a black ski mask.
I'm thrown onto my back and the person lays across me to keep me down with their weight, as they roughly tie my ankles to big O-rings set into the dirty van floor. My hands are free and their back is exposed, so I hit and punch them, trying to dislodge them and get them off of me. Someone laughs behind me and my arms are grabbed. A second person is in the van!! I feel completely overpowered now and just go limp and allow my hands to suffer the same fate as my ankles.
The softness of the leather clad hand sliding it's way up my stockinged leg and just under my miniskirt, brings back the quieted rage from it's hiding place and I scream beneath the gag. The hand continues it's slow assent, stopping in surprise as it touches the bare skin on my thigh where the stocking ends, only to continue upwards towards the soft silk of my panties. I wiggle, trying to close my legs and free my ankles from the bondage, but cannot prevent the briefest, softest caresses on my most intimate spot.
The van starts to backup and the 1st attacker lets out a startled shout and leaves me. I hear a whispered argument in the front of the van, before my head is yanked up from the floor by my hair and earplugs are shoved in my ears and my eyes are covered with a blindfold. I'm left, restrained,helpless, sightless and deaf.
I try to keep track of where I am being taken by the vibrations of the road beneath me. At one point, I know we crossed a bridge, but after that I gave up. My thoughts are racing, wondering what is going to happen to me, what do they want from me, will they let me go, will my broken body ever be found? I struggle, trying to find a way to slip out from the restraints, untie the knots..something! Tears well up beneath the blindfold as I realize just how hopeless this situation seems.
Finally, the van stops. I feel 2 jolts as the driver and passenger side doors open and are slammed shut. It seems oddly still after the vibrations of the van have stopped. I'm left alone for so long and I start to get very cold. I wonder if they have forgotten about me, or are planning on just letting me die in the van. I scream beneath the gag, but stop when I realize that I probably couldn't be heard outside the van anyway.
The door slides open and my ankles are untied, then my wrists. One earplug is removed and a low voice whispers, "You had better be quiet and just walk where you are directed. If you don't, things will go even worse for you. Understand?" I nod quickly, all the while trying to figure out how I can run away. The ear plug is replaced and my hands are tied behind my back. A blanket of some sort is thrown over my shoulders and I am grateful for the warmth.
I am hustled out of the van and along what feels to be a concrete path. I try to stall and slow down, even pretending to trip, but my legs are swooped out from underneath me and I am carried over someone's shoulder in a most undignified position. I kick against their stomach, trying to aim for their groin. I know I connected at least once, because I hear an "Oomph" and their body crumples slightly.
A temperature change lets me know that we've entered a building. I am tossed down on my ass onto what feels like a table or a bench. I lean back and try to feel around with my fingertips to see if there is anything sharp nearby that I can cut the ropes off my hands with. Nothing, but the table I am on is rather cushy and smooth. My legs are free and I start to slid off of the table, figuring that I can find the door somehow and run away. Of course, before I even get off the table, I am slammed back onto it and this time my ankles are tied to the legs of the table.
Again, the earplugs are removed. "You didn't seem to hear so well last time, so listen up really good this time. You are here against your will to do Our will. What we want to do to you, we will do, with or without your corporation. Your obedience will make it easier for you, but it is not necessary for us. Is this clear?" I nodded my head.
The voice screamed next to my ear "IS THIS CLEAR!?" I jumped and started to cry again, my sobs muffled by the gag. "Now that we have that settled, the fun can begin."
What feels like 20 pairs of hands attacked my body, ripping my blouse and my skirt away from my body, so all I'm left with is my bra, panties and stockings. The hands roam across me, pinching my skin, slapping my face, my breasts, my thighs. Then, just as suddenly as they landed on my body, they are gone, leaving me shivering with cold and surprise. In the quiet, I hear the tiny shhhirk, of a switchblade opening. I freeze, wondering if this is the end. The cold knife point trails up my back, surprising me and I arch away.
"Don't move" the voice orders and I try to hold still as I feel the knife leaving bright red lines up my shoulder blade. My bra strap is grabbed and with a quick rip, the knife cuts through one strap, then the other. I gasp as I feel the straps hanging useless now, brushing against my arms.
My wrists are untied and I am pushed back onto the table, my ass against the edge with my legs hanging over. I don't even bother to fight as my arms are tied over my head. "Good girl! You learn quick" laughed the voice and I seethe quietly inside.
The hands rush back, stroking me this time, gently, soothingly. My breasts are lifted out of the bra cups and caressed, nipples hardening in the cold air and to the attention. Despite myself, I feel my labia swelling and the wetness pooling inside of me. Hands stroke the outside of my panties,encouraging the moisture to build. Light spanks on my labia and I moan with the sensation.
"You're just a little slut, aren't you?" breathes the voice next to my ear. "No!" I scream inside my head. "Look at you, making a sopping mess of your panties. Shame on you, guess we'll just have to remove them."
The knife cuts easily through the silk and I am quickly exposed to the room. I blush with complete humiliation. "So wet, you are so wet!" The voice says with some amazement. "Don't tell me you are enjoying this? If you are, I think its time to remind you that this is not for your fun!"
Lighting hits my cunt as what feels like a paddle, slams against me over and over again. Fingers pull at my nipples, stretching them to obscene heights. Clamps are placed on them and slowly tightened, till it feels like my nipples are being completely crushed. What feels like more clamps are placed all over my body, a row just under my breasts, another one down each of my sides and when the paddle stops hitting my cunt, more on my inner thighs. I scream when each clamp is attached and slowly feel myself falling into a deeper quiet space within me.
A sharp smack across my face brings me back into the present. "Oh no you don't, no escaping us by doing that. You are going to stay right here and feel this. I want to hear you scream and cry when these are ripped off your body." I whimper and try to remember how to breathe.
Those soft fingers probe my swollen cunt, twisting the clamps every once in awhile, releasing shockwaves of sensation. They circle around my engorged clit, before sliding back to just enter me. I moan and thrust my hips upward, only to hear the laughter of many people. I freeze, panicked. I had thought that there were more people in the room than just my captors, but I hadn't been certain before.
"That's right", said the Voice,"You have quite a crowd waiting to torment and use you." I drew in a shuddering breath and tried to relax and think my way out of this. There has to be some way to escape.
"Stop thinking!" ordered the Voice and before the words even registered, the skin beneath my breasts exploded as the series of clamps were ripped off my skin. White hot pain swarmed into my eyes, then was suddenly gone, replaced by an intense, glowing ache. My sides and my thighs were next and soon I was a little mass of shivers, trying to process the pain, trying to soothe myself, trying to breath through the agony.
Hands stroked the aches, teasing, but calming at the same time. Soft hands across my nipples, replaced by the warm wetness of a mouth, pulling, sucking, biting at my nipples. My inner thighs, glistening from my wetness tensed as fingers massaged the ache away from the muscle, slowly working up towards my need. The fingers, pulling at my labia, spreading me wide open for all to see. Gently easing inside of me, stretching me wide. I tossed my head from side to side, trying to make sense out of my body's betrayal. I want to be filled, I want to be thoroughly fucked by my captors.
"Take off her gag and give her something to do with that mouth. She's thinking again and not paying attention to what is going on." said the Voice.
I eagerly waited for my mouth to be free. The duct tape ripped off my face and I scream, more from the shock, then from the stinging pain. My mouth was held open and the soggy cloth removed. My jaw hurts and my mouth is so dry. "Thirsty?" the Voice asks from between my legs. I nod, forgetting that I can talk. "You won't be for long." the Voice answers.
Before I can figure out what that means, I feel the table shake and someone crawling up me. I smell the sweet scent of an aroused woman and she straddles my face. "Be sure to make her cum!" I hear the Voice order before my ears are sealed off with her thighs. I lay my tongue against her cunt, sliding gently over her shaved labia, before teasing my way into her wetness. She shudders above me, shaking the table. I circle around her clit a few times before diving back into her opening to work more of her juices out of her. As I start the second pass over her clit, strong hands grip my hips and I feel myself being impaled upon a cock. I stiffen, tensing my muscles, trying to refuse it entry. The woman above me grinds herself down over my nose and mouth, preventing me from breathing. I start to struggle, panicked at being suffocated. My nipples are pinched and twisted harshly, then suddenly let go. The woman rises on me just a little bit and I inhale and relax, remembering too late about the hard cock invading my cunt. It is thrust fully into me and I scream against the woman's clit. I feel her quiver against me and suck her clit into my mouth, working it back and forth in my mouth, like the cock is in my cunt. The cock stretches me wide and bumps up against my cervix. I clench at it with my muscles, feeling it filling me.
My breasts are smacked and tormented, I'm not sure by whose hands. I feel more fingers invading that secret, very private entrance to my body. No orifice is to be spared. I have been completely taken over by my attackers and am helpless in their power. My body, every inch of it is being used for their own desires and wishes.
The woman above me bends forward and I feel the hardness of her nipples against my stomach and her hot breath against my clit. She and I mimic each other's movements with our tongues, lightly flicking across each other's clits, then engulfing it within our mouths and sliding it against our teeth. The cock pumps in and out of me, thrusting me against the table, the fingers in my ass stroking matching its movements. The woman using my mouth comes first and the sudden biting of my clit from her teeth sets me off. Ripples of warmth radiate out from my pelvis and my cunt contracts around the cock, squeezing it. I hear its owner yell out as liquid heat fills my insides.
The woman collapses on top of me, then slowly rolls off to my side, the warmth of her body still pressed against mine. The fingers are withdrawn from my ass and I moan with pleasure/pain I am emptied. The Voice asks in a contented tone "Enjoyed yourself, didn't you?" Completely humiliated, I whisper "Yes".
The cock is slid out of my cunt with a slurping sound and I feel my walls contract against the nothingness. My hands are untied, the woman helps me to sit up. She sits behind me with the softness of her body pressed against my back and holds a cup of cold water against my lips. I drink greedily. My ankles are untied and the circulation is rubbed back
into them. I wonder and worry about why they are being so nice. What do they have planned for me next?As if reading my mind, the woman behind me laughed. "Oh don't look so worried, we're not going to permanently injure you. It's much more fun if for all of us if you are healthy enough and strong enough to fight and scream. We've got lots more planned for you!"