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Chapter 3
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Copyright 2004
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Oh God what's happened to me thought Katie as she slowly returned to consciousness? I feel awful. Don't panic. Stay calm. Deep breathes.
Where the fuck am I? Ugh, my mouth feels like it's full of cotton. And my arms are killing me. I was leaving work, in the parking garage, and getting into my car when someone came up behind me. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. They mist have drugged me.
It took several minutes for the dizziness to clear enough for her to focus her thoughts. Katie still felt drugged and nauseated.
Something's wrong with my eyes. I'm blind thought Katie panicking as she opened her eyes but couldn't see.
Seconds later she realized her eyes were covered with something. She could feel tape wrapped around her head and something soft, maybe cotton, covering her eyes. There was some sort of cloth bag covering her head. She could feel the bag's drawstring around her neck. It was hot inside the bag and she was perspiring.
I'm hanging by my arms realized Katie. That's what was causing all the pain.
The pain in her shoulders was numbing her brain. Katie sensed that her feet were barely touching the floor. Her back was scraping against what felt like a masonry wall. Katie struggled to adjust her stance transferring her weight from arms to feet. Straps attached to her ankles caused her to assume a wide legged stance. Still, standing on her feet brought enough relief to Katie's body that her mind began to function. As the mental fog cleared her emotions changed quickly to fear.
Jesus thought Katie I'm chained up naked to a wall. There's not a stitch of clothing on my body. I've been kidnapped. My God, maybe a serial killer or a rapist has kidnapped me. I'll be tortured and killed.
"Help! Anyone! I'm here." Katie called out in a plaintive voice. The thought of being in the control of some horrible demented murderer terrified her. Katie heard a door open and sensed someone entering the room.
"She's awake. Call Andy," a male voice said calling outward as if he was talking to a person in another room.
"Will do," responded an older, deeper male voice.
From the sound, Katie knew that one of the two men had left the room. There was the sound of footsteps as someone walked over and put his hand on her breast.
Katie jumped and yelled, "Don't, I'll scream for help."
"Go ahead, this place is sound proof and in the middle of nowhere. Scream all you want, screaming gets me creaming," said the man laughing quietly at his own word play. "Here, let me take this sack off your head so you can really scream."
Katie felt the drawstring of the cloth sack being loosened then pulled off. She still couldn't see but breathing was easier. She took a deep inhale that was cut short when her assailant placed both his hands on her naked breasts and squeezed them hard.
"Ow, you're hurting me," said Katie.
"Ow is that all I get, what happened to the scream? You promised you would yell your head off. Nice tits," said the voice relaxing his grip then cupping and lifting them. "Cup size?"
"What?"
"Don't make me walk all the way across the room to look at the tag in your bra, what's your cup size Katie?" He squeezed her nipples hard to emphasize his point.
"36C," said Katie reacting quickly to the man's threatening gesture. Her mind registered the fact that he knew her name. They must have rifled her purse.
"Nice, good shape, real?"
"What?"
"Are they real, stupid, is this a boob job?"
"Yes, they're real."
"Good, thought so, real is best, those silicone jobs look weird and they're hard as rocks. Nipples, nipples, nipples, how I love to play with nipples," said the voice as he rolled Katie's nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"Please don't," whimpered the terrified Katie.
"Oh, quit being a wimp. If I was some guy you picked up in bar, you'd be moaning your head off and begging me for this."
His mouth replaced the hand on her left breast. His lips made a sucking sound as they pursed around her nipple and sucked it. Katie could feel the presence of his saliva on her skin. Katie moaned in fear and despair. His hands reached around and cupped her buttocks pulling her pubic region against his groin. She could feel his manhood through his trousers. He rubbed the lump against her pubic region using her cupped buttocks to pull her tight against him.
"That's a good moan. You women are all the same. Love to grind it. My daddy used to say women come in two models: whores and sluts. Now ask me what's the difference?" After speaking the man switched his mouth to Katie's other nipple.
"Stop, please," pleased Katie.
"God there's nothing like sucking on a tit," exclaimed the man. I never got over being breast-fed. My Mom had a great set of jugs when she was young."
"Don't," was all Katie could manage
"What's the difference? You didn't answer my question."
Katie had recently attended a company sponsored woman's self defense class. She recalled that one of the recommendations was to keep the rapists talking. The instructor had cited cases where the woman had actually talked the rapists out of it. Somehow she didn't think that was going to work in her situation.
"I don't know."
"None, get it, none," said the voice. "So which one are you, a whore or a slut?"
"I still don't know," said Katie not wanting anything other than to get away from this horrible man who was sucking on her nipples.
"Based on the way your nips are standing up, I guess you're both. You got big zickers. I'd say two inches across at least. " Katie felt the man's fingers on both sides of her areola making his estimate.
"Yes, whatever you say," said Katie who then groaned as a finger lightly flicked her nipples.
"Let's not patronize our rapist. But, yes it's definitely whatever I say. You tied up, naked and helpless. You're going to get fucked, more than once, deal with it."
"I understand," said Katie.
"Good, now give me a kiss," said the man placing his lips against Katie's.
Katie reacted automatically by clinching her lips shut. The man drew back and hesitated for a moment like he was thinking about something before he spoke
"Lack of cooperation will not be acceptable. See that tool bench across the room. Oh, sorry, you can see anything. Well there's a decent collection of hand tools I could use to make you cooperate. Understand?" said the man whose hands were still kneading Katie's breasts His face was only inches from hers.
"Yes," said Katie.
"There's a ball peen hammer that I could use to smash a couple of your toes against the concrete floor. Oh, that's going to hurt like hell. How about that?'
"Please don't." quailed Katie.
"Or there's a soldering iron that I could plug in and burn little designs in your boobs, maybe a swastika or a pentangle. Leave an ugly scar and hurt like hell. Burns take forever to heal too," said the man.
"No, please, not that."
"Or just a pair of ordinary pliers that I could use to flatten these pink little nipples, maybe even try a little home dentistry, got a tooth that's bothering you?"
"No, I'm sorry. Don't hurt me. I'll cooperate."
"I'll give you another chance. This time you better act like you're kissing Brad Pitt," said the man leaning his lips against Katie's. Driven by fear, she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her against his hardness. Too frightened to resist, she found herself kissing him like they were lovers. His hands massaged her buttocks as their lips met and tongues intertwined.
"I think you're getting the idea. Let's swap some more spit,' said the man kissing Katie with more passion. Once again, Katie found herself unwilling to resist. His remarks about using the tools on her had frightened her into submission.
"Men love rape you know. And so do a lot of women,' said the man.
"I don't," said Katie not wanting to verbally agree to all her captors' sick remarks.
"I read in my wife's Cosmo that the number one sexual fantasy by far of adult females is the rape fantasy. Is it yours?" said the man.
"I don't know. I never thought about it."
"I'll tell you another thing I read. Women who are raped often feel responsible for what happened even though it's not there fault, especially if they cooperate out of fear with their rapist. That's because their fantasizing about rape makes them feel guilty, like it's some sort of wish fulfillment, true or just psychobabble. What's your opinion?"
"I'm not sure. I don't know."
"You don't know much. Do you? Tell you what. I'll come around a year from now and ask you again. You can provide an answer based on experience. Where were we? Yea, you and I were making out just like we were in high school on a first date."
The man pressed his body against Katie kissing her lips and rubbing her breasts. His hands played across her butt cheeks. Katie was too terrified to do anything other than respond. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. She pursued his tongue with her own. When he moved away for a second, she decided to make a plea.
"Please let me go. I won't go to the police."
The man ignored her plea and took her nipples in his fingers.
"They're nice and pink. I prefer pink. Latinos have these ugly dark brown tits, look like shit. I better you got a pink pussy, too."
"Why are you doing this?" said Katie desperate to find a way to reach the man and somehow establish a human connection.
"It's my job. My boss gave me specific instructions that my partner and I were to bring you here. The boss will be along in a little while. He said we were to entertain you until he arrived. He'll tell you what he has planned."
"Boss, who's your boss?"
"Let's save that as a surprise," said the voice.
Katie squirmed as a hand touched her crotch. Two fingers parted her labia and worked their way across her clitoris toward her vagina. One of the fingers probed her opening pressing slightly inward.
"I bet you're tight," said the voice.
"Please don't. I'm the mother of a teen-age daughter. I've never done anything to you. There's cash and credit cards in my purse. Just take what you want and let me go. I won't tell anyone," said Katie as she felt his the pad of his finger move into the entrance to her vagina and begin a gentle stroking. His thumb was slowly windshield wiping across her clitoris.
"Katie, Katie, Katie, here I am being nice and gentle and you're not appreciating it one bit. Your average rapist would probably beat the shit out of you then ram his cock into your dry cunt to make you scream. But I come on like a nice guy, practicing a little foreplay to make it interesting and you keep on whining. Now take your pick. Mean rapist or nice rapist?"
"Nice rapist," responded Katie realizing he was right. She was helpless. He could be pounding her with his fists. She was in no position to resist.
"Good, you shave your snatch but leave a little rat tail, that's the way I like it. Nice pink nipples, rat-tail pussy hair, it's my lucky day. Bung hole's probably pink too, we'll get around to that later," said the voice. "No cotton pony, when was your last period?"
"A week ago," said Katie.
"You have a strong flow?" said the voice. Katie realized he was enjoying the conversation.
"Normal for me," Katie said.
"Tampons or Maxi-Pad?" asked the voice.
"Maxi-Pads," said Katie.
"I'd figure you for external protection. That snatch of yours has been empty for a long time," said the voice as he pushed a finger just inside the entrance to Katie's vagina. "Ever been screwed while menstruating?"
"No, once, it was a long time ago," said Katie exasperated by the conversation.
"With your husband?" asked the voice.
"Yes," said Katie.
"How was it?"
"Messy, I bled a lot," said Katie. "We put a towel on the bed."
"Of course at your age, you bleed a lot less," said the voice.
"Yes, not as much," said Katie wondering what kind of sick individual she was dealing with.
"Still it would have been fun to pull a bloody Tampon out of your hole and make you suck on it while I fuck you," said the voice whose hands continued to travel over her body feeling her private parts.
"Oh Jesus, let's talk about something else," said Katie.
"Just trying to get to know you Katie, making conversation. I'm seeking to establish a rapport so that in a little while when my cock is inside you it won't be all that anonymous."
"Just don't kill me," whispered Katie.
"I don't think killing is part of the plan," said the voice. "But rape definitely is."
Katie's mind was in turmoil. She was terrified they planned to rape and kill her. She took some comfort from his statement that they did not intend to kill her. The man's fingers were gently stimulating her left breast while his other hand was slowly circling her clitoris creating a host of sensations that were causing confusion in Katie's normally orderly thought processes.
I can't die thought Katie. I can't leave Beth Ann alone. The thought of Beth Ann becoming an orphan panicked her. Katie's parents were dead. She'd have no one to look after her. Beth Ann needs me. I have to do what it takes to survive. If he and the other man want to rape me, I can't stop them. And if I cooperate they're less likely to harm me. With my eyes covered I can't identify them. His fingers are arousing me sexually. I need to stay calm and not panic.
"Look, you can do what you want. I'll cooperate. Just don't hurt me," said Katie. Hadn't the self-defense instructor said that if all else fails, you should go along to avoid a beating and possibly death?
"We already plan to do exactly what we want," said the voice.
"I have a daughter to raise. She needs me," said Katie.
"We know all about you. I've read your dossier. You're an open book, Ms. Katherine Simpson Parker. Both parents are deceased. No brothers or sisters. Married and divorced once, single mom. Forty-two years old. No man in your life. Married to the job. We know about Beth Ann. Rising Senior at Drummond Park High next year, good student, cheerleader, on the swim team, our information is very complete. You're getting wet by the way," said the voice moving a finger to the entrance to Katie's vagina then pushing slightly into the entrance.
"Oh God, please," said Katie forced by her senses to acknowledge that his clitoral stimulation had caused her glands to react.
"Don't get all twisted around just because you find yourself getting a little worked up by a pussy rub. I've seen it happen before. You're not the first female that old Ed has entertained without her consent."
"I don't understand," said Katie sobbing at the humiliation and terrified that her abductor knew so much about her and Beth Ann.
"You will in a while. But until the boss shows up, you're all ours. You might as well relax. Remember the old Chinese proverb: If rape is inevitable, you might as well lay back and enjoy it."
"No, Please don't, please," trying to squirm away from his touch.
"Now what are you getting all tense and stressed out for. A minute ago, you were making the proper attitude adjustment. Go with the flow. Bad things happen to good people. What's going to happen is going to happen? It will be easier for you if you relax and allow my partner and I to have some fun. We're like you; just a couple of hard working guys who do the grunt work and then the suits take all the credit and the fucking money. Having a good-looking woman like you to party with is one of the few perks of my shitty job."
Katie stiffened as a finger moved further inside her vagina then forced herself to relax by taking a deep breath.
"Breathe," she told herself. Just breathe and stay relaxed. He's right you know. Just follow his advice and cooperate. I have to survive for Beth Ann. She needs me.
"Maybe this will help," said the man. "Most women love to have their rug munched."
Katie felt the man slide down her body. He buried his face in her crotch, licking around her clit. His hands reached up and massaged her nipples.
"Your lucky you're being raped by me, someone who loves to eat pussy and likes to take it slow and enjoy it. Your average rapist would hold a knife to your throat while he rams his cock up your dry ass. How does this feel?" said the voice as he applied his tongue to her clit.
"Good, its good. Look, I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me," said Katie.
"Nice smelling snatch, just a hint of pee, of course, you've worked a long day and didn't get a chance to freshen up," said the man taking his mouth off her sex. "We got a shower. You can douche later. Get all that stinky sperm out of your cunt."
Katie took a deep inhale filling her lungs and feeling her abdomen swell followed by a long exhale. A sigh involuntarily escaped her lips as he moved his tongue back and forth over her sex, tugging gently at her clitoris with his teeth. The deep breathing increased her level of relaxation and with it her sensations of physical pleasure coming from her sex.
"Oh God yes," moaned Katie conscious that his tongue was creating an emotionally unwelcome response that was physically irresistible.
"Big thick pussy lips and a clit the size of my little finger, you're certainly equipped for some serious fucking. Bill's going to love your cunt. He goes ape shit over big pussy lips." Fingers tweaked the thick folds of flesh that framed her vagina.
"I always thought they were ugly," said Katie wincing at his remark. She'd always wished she were different down there. Katie recalled how she was teased in her high school gymnastics class for the way her sex appeared in the team uniform. The thin material formed into the deep folds of her labia and you could even see an outline of her clitoris. Her mother had sewn some extra material into the uniform's crotch to make it decent.
"Look good to me." He said as he gently tugged on the folds of skin with his teeth.
Katie moaned as his warm tongue passed over her clit and his finger stimulated the nerve endings concentrated at the entrance to her vagina.
"See, you're getting there. The best anything you could do for yourself is to get all horned up and ready for a fuck. Don't worry, we'll take good care of you," said the man. "Ever do a three way?"
"No."
"Well, you're in for a treat. I know a girl who swears two cocks are better than one."
"Why are you doing this? I've never done anything to you?"
"Why, because we can. Remember what Hillary said when they asked him why he climbed Everest. Because it's there. Well, you're here and we plan to climb you. Look, let's can the debate shit. You're here and helpless. Bill and I are going to rape you, end of story, understand?"
"Yes, I understand," said Katie defeated.
"Good, let's get that puss nice and slick so my cock slides right in. That's what I want. Here, I'll even help you out," said the man using his fingers to part her labia and applying his mouth noisily to her clit.
Katie tried to move away but she was tightly restrained and movement of more than a few inches was impossible. Once again, she reversed her motion and pressed her sex into his mouth. "Breathe," Katie whispered to herself. "Just breathe and relax. Don't give him an excuse to knock you around."
"Love to suck that little button. When was the last time, you got eaten out, Katie?"
"I don't know. It's been a while."
"My wife loves it when I go down on her. Lots of guys refuse to go down. Black guys believe eating pussy is for skinny white whimps. Did you know that?"
"No, yes, I heard that somewhere before."
"Your husband like to eat your pussy when he was around?"
"That's personal."
"Since I'm licking your snatch, I don't think we could get more personal. Tell me about your husband or I might decide to bite something off down here."
"Sometimes, we weren't together very long."
"And did you like it, be truthful?"
"Yes, I liked it," said Katie as she felt him gently suck her clitoris. Stupid question thought Katie. Women in general like for men to provide oral sex. Her ex had eaten her countless times. Katie exhaled again as she experienced a warm sensation flow from the tissue surrounding her vagina. Her assailant had spread her labia and was tracing the tip of his tongue from the top of her clit down to her vagina swirling it around coating her sex with his warm saliva.
"Of course old Ellis didn't hang around long. Hardly two years, just enough for him to knock you up. He split right after you got home from the hospital with Beth Ann. Ellis was a bad choice unfortunately not your last."
Katie was horrified that he knew so much about her. Her earlier assumption that unknown robbers or rapists had grabbed her was turning out to be wrong. These men know whom I am and are informed of details of my personal life that not a lot of people knew. How could that be?
"I like to eat pussy. Love the taste and smell of a warm wet twat, nothing like it. You're getting downright squishy. Here, let me see if old puss is starting to flow on the inside," said the man as he moved his finger to the entrance of Katie's vagina. Katie felt the man's blunt finger slowly force its way inside her. A second finger entered her and began a slow back and forth motion.
Katie found herself moaning and pushing against his fingers.
"Good and tight, wet and hot, you're almost ready for a dick in your hole," said the man.
"This isn't right," moaned Katie her mind swirling with contradictory feelings.
"What you did wasn't right either. Mrs. Parker," spoke the older sounding voice of another man. "You could ruin things for all of us."
Katie realized that the other man had re-entered the room and she hadn't noticed until he spoke. His voice was deeper, mellower, and older, almost as if he had once been a radio announcer
"Doing a little muff diving, Ed?"
"Mrs. Parker insisted I eat her pussy before we fuck her, didn't you, Mrs. Parker?"
Katie leaned forward feeling the shame and humiliation of his remarks.
"So is she a juicer or do we need to break out the K-Y?" asked the older voice.
"She's creaming like a high school girl who knows she's going to get fucked," said Ed.
"You pussy eating motherfucker," laughed the older voice.
"Can't help it. Love to eat snatch. My old man used to say the worst pussy he ever ate was wonderful," said Ed.
"Your old man was an asshole, Ed."
"Don't say mean things about my daddy."
"Here, let me have a feel," said the newcomer.
"Sure Bill."
Katie felt the man kneeling at her feet lean back, his hands holding onto her naked hips. She sensed the presence of the other man stepping closer. She immediately felt blunt thick fingers probe her vaginal opening, push inward and slip inside her now well-lubricated opening.
"Wet and warm, you two ought to get married. She's hot for you Ed, Fits my finger like a glove. Won't be so tight when we're done."
"Mrs. Parker is going to give us a really awesome fuck. Aren't you Mrs. Parker?"
"Yes," said Katie. "I'll do what you want."
"Good, let's have some fun together. You're a fine looking woman for forty-two. Tits are nice," said the newcomer as he placed his hand on Katie's nipple and squeezed it.
"How much time you think we got?" said the kneeling Ed.
"We got at least an hour, probably longer. Andy says he can't leave for 30 minutes then he has to pick up Lea. With traffic, it will take another 30 minutes to drive out here," said the newcomer.
"Bringing Lea, huh, this is going to get kinky. Ever do any muff diving, Mrs. Parker?"
"No, of course not," responded Katie incredulous that the two kidnappers could be referring to her boss, Andrew Fastow and his wife, Lea. Until last year, Lea had been Katie's fellow VP in the Accounting Department. Lea had resigned ostensibly to spend more time with her and Andy's three children. Katie and Lea had been friends and lunched together almost every day in the company cafeteria. Surely, it couldn't be them. But whom else did she know named Andy and Lea?
"Douglas that little asshole is coming too," said Bill the older man.
"I hate that prick," said Ed. "Don't tell him what we said, okay, Mrs. Parker?"
"I won't tell," said Katie. She knew who Douglas was and she was starting to understand what this was all about.
"Let's see if she's made the correct attitude adjustment," said Bill brushing his lips against Katie's. "You ready, Ed?"
"I've been ready since we stripped her."
"Ready, Mrs. Parker?" said Bill his face inches from hers.
"Yes," said Katie.
"Prove it," said Bill as he pressed his lips against hers. Ed still kneeling attacked her sex with his mouth, his tongue tracing warm liquid paths around her clitoris. A forefinger reached inside her vagina and found that special place that amplified her pleasure many fold. Another finger worked its way between her buttocks and came to rest against her anus. Katie's upper lip felt the stiff bristles of a mustache. She met Bill's tongue with hers and took turns invading each other's mouth. Bill's hands pressed and massaged her breasts.
Ed's saliva-coated finger pressed firmly against the pucker of her anus then slipped past the sphincter creating a sensation of pleasure that engulfed her emotions overwhelming everything but the need for the pleasure not to stop.
Rape can't be like this thought Katie. What's happening to me? I'm only doing what's necessary to survive and get back alive to my daughter. I can't think about this any other way. If pretending to enjoy this keeps me from being harmed or killed and gets me back safe and sound to take care of my daughter, then it's the right thing.
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