The two men sat at the stoplight and watched the convertible Mercedes park across the street from them. A long blonde mane flipped around as she spun in the seat to open the door. She opened the door and started to get out. As she rose out of the seat, her large, firm tits strained against her blouse and one of the men said, "Damn, what a hottie." She rose out of the car and her thigh length skirt swirled around her waist as she slammed the door. She was about 5'8" with long sweet legs, a sweet ass and those great tits. She was pretty too. They looked at each other and said, "She's the one." They parked behind her car and waited.
"Wow, that was a great deal on the skirt." I thought as I walked back to the car. As I rounded the corner, I vaguely noticed an idling van with the side door open behind my car. As I got up to it, I felt a sense of danger and...
A strong arm clamped my arms to my body from behind. I saw another man jump from the van and he was wearing a ski mask! I opened my mouth to scream and a hand clamped over my mouth and I screamed into it and thought, "Oh God no, this can't be happening, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
The man in a ski mask ran up to me and grabbed my ankles. I started to struggle but they were too strong.
"NO, OH, PLEASE NO, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!" I wailed into the hand.
They lifted my legs up, stuffed me into the van and slammed the side door. I struggled and screamed into the hand clamped over my mouth. Then I heard a 'snick' and the tip of a switchblade appeared about an inch from my eye.
In a raspy, obviously fake voice, the bastard in front of me hissed, "Freeze!"
I did, franticly hoping someone had seen my abduction. I felt a sense of panic and began gasping for air.
He said, "You start screaming and I start cutting. Shake your head if you understand."
I shook my head. The point of the knife terrified me. The hand and the arm from behind released me. I was kneeling on a mattress, in a strangers van with two bastards in ski masks. "Oh god, let this be a kidnapping. My family can pay!"
From behind me, a weird object appeared. It looked like a ball with straps attached.
The fucker in front of me growled, "Open wide." When I didn't the point moved closer to my eye. I opened up. The asshole behind me stuffed the ball in my mouth and I felt him buckle the straps behind my head. Then he blindfolded me. Panic surged and I began to hyperventilate.
"NO, NO, NO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO," I screamed in my head.
The guy behind me grabbed my shoulders, spun me around and shoved me face down on the mattress. "Oh God no, no rape, please no rape!" I started sobbing into the gag. They grabbed my arms and then taped my forearms together behind my back. One of them flipped me over onto my back, straddled me and sat on my hips. I felt the van move, lurch into gear and pull out onto the street.
"Oh no, please no. Nobody saw them. NOBODY SAW THEM!"
The bastard sitting on my hips undid the first button of my blouse. Then I knew for sure. I was going to be raped. I screamed and cried into my gag and started to struggle. I kicked my legs and kneed him in the back. Then I felt the flat of the knife against my cheek. I froze.
He undid the next button, taking his time.
I have always been proud of my breasts. All of my boyfriends had loved them. C cup, nice and firm, beautifully rounded with half dollar sized small pink aureoles and nipples the size of a thimble. Now I wished I was flat as a board. Even worse, I had on a lacy, low scoop, push-up bra.
He undid the third.
And the fourth. I knew he was looking at my cleavage now.
He sat up and pulled the blouse out of my skirt. He undid the last two, flipped it open and the son of a bitch wolf whistled. I heard the fucker driving say, "Damn, that's a sexy bra."
I felt the guy sitting on me move and there was a tugging on my blouse. He began cutting through the sleeves and then the blouse was ripped out from under me.
'NO, NO, NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. PLEASE MAKE THIS A DREAM!"
I cried in my head and sobbed harder, the gag made me feel like I was choking. Panic surged in me again and I felt like I couldn't get enough air. He must have noticed and said, "If you won't scream, I'll remove the gag." I nodded franticly. He turned my head and he unbuckled it. It popped out of the mouth and I gasped for air. The panic eased a little.
I felt a tugging on my bra strap and knew he was cutting it. Then he cut the other one. I felt him lift the bra between my breasts and I began to moan, "No, oh please no, don't do it. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone..."
He hissed, "Shut up, bitch, or I put the gag back on."
I felt a tug and then the tight bra flew open. The bastard whistled again. The asshole driving said, "Damn, what a sweet rack. And they'll look even better when the bitch is standing." I started to struggle again as panic surged in me. I opened my mouth to scream and then felt the blade against my check again. I froze, gasping for air. He ripped the bra out from under me.
"Open your mouth. NOW!" I did, filled with dread. "Drink this," He said and squirted liquid into my mouth. I choked and coughed and then he grabbed my throat. "Swallow it, bitch!" And he squirted more. I had no choice but to swallow. It was orange juice.
I felt him get up and thought, "Oh no, what now? My skirt?" I thought of the rape fantasy I used with my vibrator sometimes. Little did I know how horrible the reality was going to be. I felt the van flex and realized he had sat in the passenger seat, leaving me lying on my back, naked from the waist up. My arms hurt and they were forcing my chest up, thrusting my breasts up for those bastards to leer at.
The panic began to ease and I felt myself getting calmer. They drove in silence for about 20 minutes. I could smell the bottom sheet on the mattress and it had just been washed.
"Rapists with clean laundry?" I thought to myself.
It began to dawn on me that I had been drugged. I was suddenly aware that my senses had been heightened, but at the same time had a sense of detachment from reality.
I felt the van flex and the guy who had cut off my blouse came and sat on my hips again.
"Oh God, what now?" I wondered.
I felt his fingers very lightly touch my shoulder. He brushed them over my upper chest, barely touching me. It felt good. And I hated him for it. His fingertips grazed over my chest and then down on my stomach, never touching my breasts. My tummy twitched when he touched it, I was so sensitized by the drug. He continued, soothing me like a pet, the bastard. It felt wonderful. He gently brushed his fingers around the bottom of my breasts. I shivered and my toes curled in my sandals.
Then his fingertips were touching my breasts all around. He lightly pulled them together, brushing up the sides, gathering his fingers together until he lightly brushed my nipples.
I shivered and thought "Oh, that son of a bitch, that feels wonderful."
I lost count of how many times he did it. I had to clamp my teeth together so I wouldn't moan.
I felt him slide down a little and then felt the tickle of hair on my hyper-sensitive breast. He began to kiss and nibble the lower part of my right breast. Then he gently scraped his teeth next to my nipple. He moved over slightly and scraped his teeth again and captured my nipple between them. His tongue lashed the tip of my nipple furiously. I had to almost bite my tongue to keep silent. I felt my skin flush and a line of fire ran right to my clit. I felt myself getting wet as his tongue whipped over my captured nipple. He licked and nibbled over to my other breast. This time I couldn't help it. When he captured and lashed my other nipple, a moan leaked out of me. I heard the fucking driving snicker when he heard it. He squeezed my breasts together and raced back and forth from nipple to nipple, licking and gently nipping on them. He rolled them in his fingers and tugged on them. I heard myself gasping. It felt soooooo goooood. And I hated the son of a bitch for making love to me. And I was furious at myself for responding. I felt I like my body was betraying me. And the drug was making a non-response impossible for me.
He slid down a little further and felt him begin to nibble his way down my tummy. It was so sensitive that it was twitching. My legs were trapped beneath him. He nibbled along the top of my skirt. He sat up on my calves and I felt him pull on my skirt. I heard a ripping sound and then the skirt was whipped out from under me.
Another wolf whistle.
"Bastards!" I thought to myself.
The driver said, "Those panties would fit in a shot glass! What a hot little bitch we caught!"
Then his lips nibbled along the tops of my panties. Nibbling, licking, nipping - it felt divine on my so sensitive skin. My clit was sparking and I felt sopping wet. He shifted to the panty line along the tops of my thighs.
"Oh god, what is going to happen if he eats me?" I wondered.
"I'm going to fucking come. Bastards! I hate you!" I cried to myself.
He forced his knees between my legs.
"Oh God, no. I won't be able to resist." I sobbed in my head.
His hands gripped under my calves as he forced my legs up and spread me wide open.
He said, "Mikey, I think she likes it. Her pussy is sopping wet!"
It was the ultimate humiliation. My skin felt hot. I tried to bring my legs down but he was way too strong.
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