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  Forced flat upon the bed, her short nighty clung to her skin. Every feminine curve was defined, outlined in black silk. Her nipples were so hard they nearly shred the flimsy fabric. Four of the masked men pinned Vicky’s wrists and ankles at each corner. The lead man hovered over her waist, centered on the bed.

  Her heart thumped, body trembled. Any thought of fight fled her mind. Like a scene directly from her darkest fantasies, she was about to be forcefully used. The masked leader removed his hand from Vicky’s mouth. Yanking down his pants, a nine-inch cock sprung out, thick and throbbing.

  Mrs. Lane begged, “Please don’t hurt us. I’ll do anything you want!” Gazing over at her tied husband, she saw fear in his eyes. She also saw a raised pole inside his boxer shorts. A masked man quickly tore them off Gavin, humiliating the helpless husband. His throbbing 5-inch erection was revealed to all, laughed at by the captors.

  Vicky’s flowing blond locks were grabbed, head forced towards the leader. Standing over her on the bed, he squatted at her head. “Open your mouth!” he shouted, aggressively pulling her golden strands. She moaned, feeling chills cross her scalp. Her husband never did such rough things, even though she secretly wanted him to.

  Her face was slapped with the 9-inch penis like a paddle. The curvy captive’s mouth was pried open with a black glove. A bulbous cock-head was forced into her mouth. Vicky’s heart pounded as hard as Gavin’s. It was Mrs. Lane’s first new penis in 8 years of marriage, 3 years of dating before that. Having only heavy petted before him, she was a virgin to unknown man meat.

  Although the couple expected such a scenario in role-play, there was nothing like the reality of it. Bolts of jealousy flowed through Gavin’s tied arms, strained veins. Nervous eroticism electrified Vicky’s libido, bringing her lady parts new sensations.

  Opened wide, she realized there was no escape. The massive rod filled her mouth, invading Vicky’s soft throat. She soon felt the difference between 5 and 9 inches. Gagging deeply, a sea of fluid filled her mouth. Her moans were muffled.

  The masked impaler ignored her struggle, picking up speed and steam. He pounded her orifice hard and quick, holding her head in-place. Each masked man held her down tightly.

  As the oral invasion continued, so did her saliva flow. It seeped from her tight lip-seal, lubing the leader’s shaft and balls. After a while, her throat numbed, taking all 9-inches like a cooperative captive.

  Withdrawing from her wet mouth, the lead guard yelled, “Spit on it!” Vicky let a small dribble escape from her lips. The unsatisfied, masked man cock-smacked her face again. He yelled, “All of it, damn you!” He pulled her blond hair harder, forcing her to drown his boat.

  “Get off her!” Gavin shouted from the chair.

  “We’re just getting started!” the leader yelled. “Hold her tighter boys!”

  Vicky gazed at Gavin again, seeing his worry and erection increase. Noticing her directional gaze, the masked leader laughed. He positioned himself between Vicky’s spread legs, held open by his partners. Placing his gloved hands at the nighty’s V-line, he tore it in half. Ripping right between her D-cup breasts, they spilled out.

  The tearing continued to the thong panties. They were pulled upward into her slit, stretched fully. Her clit swelled with pressure, as the crotch band snapped in two. Vicky’s bed of blond pubic hair was revealed. Only her black-stockings remained.

  “Don’t you fuck her!” Gavin shouted in extreme jealousy.

  The leader tossed the black panties to his partner, who pried Mr. Lane’s mouth open. He stuffed her damp thong into Gavin’s mouth. Mr. Lane gagged up a storm, feeling it enter his throat. He was quieted, tasting his wife’s wet pleasure upon his tongue.

  With Gavin silenced, the masked intruder slid his thick cock along Vicky’s slit. The mere feeling of someone new aroused her. Unknown and uninvited, the fact only made her wetter. Although he was lubed by her mouth, there was no need. A puddle of wet pleasure already formed upon the sheets. Feeling it leak, she was humiliated at proof of her enjoyment.

  Looking at Gavin, the masked man taunted, “Your wife’s pussy is so wet...begging for me to take it. She belongs to me now.” He laughed loudly, bumping her sweet hole with his cock-head. Vicky looked over again, seeing deep humiliation paint Gavin’s face. She almost felt bad, until gazing down at a trail of precum oozing from his cock.

  Wasting no time with foreplay, the leader’s hardness invaded her soft pink. Covered in feminine cream, his shaft was constricted by her tight tunnel. In 5 quick inches, he crashed her cervical wall.

  She squealed in shock. Stretched like never before, she felt like a virgin. The feeling was so intense, she pulled at her human restraints, freeing one wrist. It was quickly returned into captivity.

  Without pause, the masked leader forcefully pumped her paradise. Sinking deeper inside with every hard stroke, she was forced to expand nine-inches. The man slapped at her swaying pale breasts, alternating in stiff squeezes.

  The masked men at her ankles placed a nylon foot to their mouths. Sniffing and licking the fresh feminine feet, they sucked on her toes. The man holding her left wrist yanked a fistful of blond hair. Expecting something equally as cruel from the right-side captor, he did just the opposite.

  A gloved hand rubbed her palm in gentle comfort. She looked up at him, seeing a pair of navy blue eyes shine through. Although he wore a mask, compassion stared back. In fact, it was almost guilt. He offered a layer of safety that was often present in her fantasy.

  As the leader’s hand gripped her throat, she was returned to the fearful rush of sexual aggression. Choked and breast-slapped, her high-pitched moans increased. “Shut her up!” the masked leader shouted.

  Waiting to be gagged, something unexpected happened. The blue eyed captor moved inward. He engulfed her sweet mouth with his tongue. Quieting her cry with a passionate kiss, he impaled her to the depths of throat. Her lust increased tenfold. The scene suddenly turned from one of danger to eroticism. So lost in the man’s kiss, she barely even felt the leader’s balls spank her ass cheeks.

  Shaking his chair violently, Gavin Lane desperately wanted to kill the kissing intruder. Mr. Lane’s strained voice trickled through the panty gag. Role play or not, the sensual act made him intensely jealous. In the midst of protest, his fevered-tone turned from jealousy to lust.

  As the kiss broke. Vicky gazed towards her husband. Spurts of sperm shot from his erect cock. Untouched, his tightened thighs activated his prostate, squeezing humiliating self-pleasure from within.

  The blue-eyed captor reengaged in the deep-throated kiss. Gavin hadn’t kissed Vicky like that in years. Both the loving and rough acts combined like fire and gunpowder, blowing Vicky into full-bodied orgasm. Fully wet and warmed, all 9-inches were consumed by her voluptuous vortex.

  Her sexual cries broke the kiss, body tightened in fits and quakes. A thousand fires burned inside her womb, feeling the ruthless invader claim it for himself. Her heavenly haven tightened so much, she forced a sea of cum from the masked leader’s cock.

  He grasped her thick thighs, pulling himself deeper into Vicky’s luscious lair. His pants were at his ankles, otherwise he remained clothed. With each new stream of sperm, his muscular ass tightened.

  Keeping eye contact with the blue-eyed captor, Vicky unleashed another spasm. She felt guilty for enjoying it, spending real emotion on the lawless man. Especially if the situation was truly unlawful.

  After the masked leader finished inside her, he withdrew his cock. While he yanked up his pants, Vicky felt the thick load seep from her. She suddenly realized, What now? Do I get taken? Is this part of the abduction I paid for...or got refunded? I’m confused. “Help!” she shouted.

  Barely able to finish her plea, her mouth was covered. The foot guards tore off Vicky’s stockings. The lead captor forced her mouth open. The blond begged, “Not deep...please...I’ll stay quiet!”

  Her pleas went unfounded, as her mouth was stuffed deep with a nylon wad. She gagged, fee
ling it clog her throat. Kicking wildly again, she was held tighter. Turned over, her hands and ankles were bound with rope. Silently preparing herself, she thought, I’m going to be abducted now. What have I gotten myself into?

  She was wrapped up in the sexually soiled sheet, concealed from outside eyes. Continuing to flail, the strong leader lifted her curved body over his shoulder. As he made his way to the door, he leaned into Gavin. “You’ll hear from us soon. Until then...I’d stay quiet if you ever want her back.”

  Gavin was left soaked in his own cum, watching his wife get stolen. The blue-eyed captor freed one of Mr. Lane’s wrist ropes. The remaining freedom would depend on the tied husband himself. By the time he’d achieve that goal, his sexy blond wife would be long gone.

  *****

  Exiting the Lane’s home, the five masked men rushed Vicky to their car. Her shrouded, curved form wiggled around. She felt the California night air seep through the sheet. The sound of a turned key entered her ears. Creaking steel hinges followed. She silently thought, A trunk! Oh...that sounded so hot in my head...though shit! In real life...I’m claustrophobic!

  Before she knew it, the captive was stuffed into a tight space. With another clanking of steel, quiet darkness engulfed her. Her breath picked up as she tried to wiggle free of the sheet. No luck. The sound of a starting car filled her ears, motion rumbled her body.

  Continuing to maneuver, she rolled around the space. Her heartbeat sped. After a 15 minute struggle, Vicky managed to free her head. To her fear, a dark trunk was revealed. How long will I be kept in here? She wondered, sucking air harder. In a panic, she kicked at the steel with soft bare feet. A chorus of distant laughter was heard from the car’s inner passengers.

  The tied, nude blond curled into a ball. Although struck with fear, the mere helplessness made her wetter than ever. Her thighs pressed together, as a mixture of feminine juice and captor cum seeped from her vaginal smile. A sexual stain spilled onto the trunk carpet.

  As a full hour passed, her will to fight slowly faded. She had to submit or lose her mind. That’s when the car stopped. Outer doors were heard opening and closing. A key jiggled the trunk’s lock. It crept open.

  Seeing the masked men again, a new energy surge filled Mrs. Lane. Her bound feet kicked them. They laughed, catching her in mid-flight. Lifting her curved body from the steel prison, she was placed over the leader’s shoulder.

  Vicky was carried to a white van. Upon closer look, it was an ambulance. What could this be? She wondered. As the back doors opened, a salt and pepper haired, white-coated doctor appeared. He sat beside a gurney bed.

  Snapping on latex gloves, he gazed upon her. “Just as promised...desirous beauty. Now...we’ll see how much she’s truly worth.”

  Chapter Two

  Strapped into the medical gurney, Vicky was imprisoned on the mobile bed. Four black bands were locked in place, holding her body down. One strap was buckled above the breasts, another directly below, one at her waistline, and the last below her knees. Escape from the ambulance would be impossible.

  “What’s this for?” she shouted into the empty night air.

  The leader pointed at one of his masked men. “Stay with her...she doesn’t leave your sight! If she misbehaves...beat her.”

  “Yes, sir,” the masked man said, entering the ambulance. The leader exited, shutting the vehicle’s back doors. A panicked Vicky turned towards the added bedside guard. She gasped, noticing compassionate blue-eyes peering at her. A gas mask was secured over her mouth and nose.

  She stiffened again, feeling puffs of scentless air invade her airways. The doctor said, “Just inhale, don’t fight it. This will help you relax. You’ll stay conscious...feeling every sensation deeper.”

  Her heartbeat slowed with each new breath, softening. An inner warmth came over her body, every muscle relaxing. Glowing with lustful light, she suddenly welcomed the coming medical exam.

  Dr. Ray’s gloved hands started at the D-cup breasts. Gripping one breast with both hands, he pressed upon the massive mammaries with two stiffened fingers. As lightheaded as the blond captive felt, every touch boldly affected her. Nerves were awakened that were previously undiscovered. He jabbed each bulb with his latex grasp, poking every sensitive gland.

  Sliding down to the nipples, he squeezed each aureole. Strangling the puffed red bases, tiny nipple ducts widened. Taking a thin tube, he slid it inside the tight space. Vicky’s curvy body lazily wiggled in the strapped restraints, breathing increased in the gas mask. The doctor continued without pause, inserting the second tube in the opposite nipple duct.

  Although drugged, she felt every pressured sensation. It stung, yet stimulated the red darts with sexual fire. To Vicky’s surprise, she felt a gloved hand secretly hold hers. She slowly returned the blue-eyed man’s grasp, feeling a small wave of security return.

  Dr. Ray attached a full syringe to the tubes. Pressing the plunger downward, clear liquid emptied into the nipple ducts. Vicky squeezed the blue-eyed man’s hand harder. Her aureoles swelled with each injection. The tubes were removed, leaving the captive’s nipples puffed three inches. Her ducts remained gaped.

  The doctor pinched the aureoles with his thumbs and index fingers. He squeezed hard, firing a stream of fluid into the air. Even sedated with drugs, Vicky’s body flailed at the odd, warm sensation.

  “Her ducts are operating perfectly for breastfeeding,” he declared.

  Why’d he say that? She groggily wondered.

  Reattaching the strap above, he freed the leg strap next. He added stirrups to the gurney’s end, putting her feminine ankles up into them. Spreading her wide, he witnessed a sea of white still seeping from her previous bedroom activity. “We’ll have to clean you out. Though first...we’ll have to shave you clean,” he said, tugging on her blond pubic hair.

  Lathering her with a puff of shaving cream, he covered her abdomen and vaginal lips. He slowly carved her landscape, shedding all pubic hair in his wake. Crossing her with precision, his strokes were artisan perfect. Each lip was cleared, continuing into her asshole.

  Washing her clean, shining perfection stared back. “Look’s good enough to eat...doesn’t it?” the doctor asked the blue-eyed man. He nodded, then looked away.

  With her vaginal cavern already slippery with sperm, he inserted a douche nozzle inside her. Totaling a quart, he squeezed the salty spray. Flowing freely, it filled her tender tunnel like a roaring river.

  Her breath visibly fogged the mask, picking up speed. Feeling her insides swell, she stiffened in the straps and stirrups. The doctor pinched the pink lips closed, stopping any leakage. In the process, he squashed her clitoris, causing further arousal. With each moment, more water pressure stimulated the G-spot gland.

  Once the velvet valley was flooded, water trickled through her cervix and womb. Her belly swelled, body naturally pushed outward. As the bottle neared empty, the doctor squeezed her folds harder. The patient’s clitoris throbbed, timed perfectly with the crowded treasure gland within.

  Reaching saturation point, the bottle emptied. As the nozzle was removed, Dr. Ray placed a finger inside her. He plugged the exit, simultaneously squeezing the creamy chamber tight. Vicky’s lips were sealed.

  Realizing relief wasn’t coming, Mrs. Lane tightened up. She felt her orgasm building. Fighting the sedative gas, she squirmed hard, removing her legs from the stirrups. Kicking at the doctor, Dr. Ray shouted, “Stop her!”

  The smirking blue-eyed guard secured Vicky’s legs. He forcefully yet gently returned them into place. Feeling him touch her skin, it pushed her over the edge. She burst into her second orgasm of the late night. Her body quaked like an angry fault line, stimulated by a liquid phallus and flattened clit.

  Held-still throughout, water boiled in her ovary oven. A few cloudy drops snuck out from her forceful orgasmic push. However, it was nothing compared to the ocean swirling inside.

  As she finished coming, her legs began to kick again. The blue-eyed man turned to her, whisp
ering, “The quicker you relax, the quicker this ends.”

  Hearing his truthful tone, she went limp again. There was something trustworthy about the man, his tone sincere. True to his promise, the cleansing would end. The doctor placed a plastic sample cup below her cheeks. Unplugging his finger, he released his hold upon her imprisoned lips. “Expel,” he ordered.

  Suddenly, she fought to hold it in. The doctor forced it out, pressing down on her abdomen. She couldn’t fight the heavy urge. Finally defeated, a cloudy waterfall spilled from her depths. Spent liquid-sex gushed out. She looked over at the blue-eyed captor’s watchful eyes. His cock rose. Humiliation cooked her, yet so did erotic sparks. Being forced to do such dirty things was her ultimate fantasy.

  As the last drop exited, the specimen cup was removed. Dr. Ray leaned into her spread lips, inhaling. “Sweet as cherry pie. Smell her,” the doctor told the masked man. Following orders, the blue-eyed guard leaned in, sniffing her. Vicky gasped, feeling the man’s heavy breath tease her wet flesh. The sharp edges of his mask scuffed her, adding a touch of pleasurable pain.

  The blue eyed man stayed at her slit, moving closer by the moment. In a trance of temptation, his tongue reached for a taste. Dr. Ray forced him away. “That belongs to paying customers,” he said. “I have an examination to complete.”

  Vicky remained confused, as the doctor unveiled a speculum. With her feet still in the stirrups, she was spread wider. A glob of lube was squirted along her slit, lubing the vaginal entrance.

  With each click of a lever, she was stretched open to a width of 2-inches. Next, the doctor placed his finger to her asshole. Waiting for her anal wink, he entered deep into the dark tunnel.

  She gasped, inhaling more gas. Relaxed by the sedative, the anal tension was looser than normal. Entering to the knuckle, Dr. Ray spun his finger along her cavern walls. Each twist further stimulated her stinging anal nerves.