The Plight of Patti (Part I) by Trainman
Author's note: This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. If you are unable to
discern the difference between fantasy and reality, you should not be reading
this story.
Patti walked with a haughty jaunt toward her car in the parking lot. She
was making her body bounce and jiggle in all the right places. She walked by
placing one long, lean leg crossing over the other. The effect caused her body
to bounce and rounded ass cheeks to jiggle. The men in the large green van
licked their lips in anticipation. On this warm summer day, Patti was showing
off her 20-year-old body. She wore a tight, short, red skirt and matching
sleeveless red blouse. The skirt came to mid a thigh. The neck of the blouse was
U shaped and dipped tantalizingly low on her chest showing off the tops of her
very large breasts. In fact, the business school that she was enrolled in asked
her to wear something more appropriate next time since they felt that having her
tits hang out was inappropriate. They did not say it that way, of course, but
you knew what they meant. The material of the blouse was so sheer that the
outline of the lacy design of her large 38 D cup bras was plainly visible to all
who cared to look. The men in the van were looking very closely. They would be
getting a much closer look in a matter of seconds. Her legs were long, smooth,
slim, but muscular. The black high heels she was wearing helped to emphasize the
youthful smoothness of her calves and helped shape the outline of her ass cheeks
against the fabric of the skirt. Those cheeks moved delightfully as she walked.
Her face was beautiful with large wide blue eyes, small nose and pouty red lips.
Her straight blonde hair was parted in the middle and its length ended in a
slight outward flip at her shoulders.
The men watched her nubile breasts bounce and sway with each step that she
took as she walked rapidly toward her car. The van inched closer toward her
and before she knew what happened she was swooped up and shoved into the van's
interior. She screamed, but the van door was already closed and the interior
was sound proofed. Three hooded men looked at her while she was on the floor
with her skirt up to her thighs and her long legs well exposed to their searing
glances. She began to struggle, from outrage and growing fear, but was no match
for the three strong men. Her delicate wrists were cuffed behind her back and
her pretty ankles were also cuffed together. A blindfold was placed over her
eyes and a sponge gag was stuffed into her large mouth. She struggled on the
van floor, but all she did was hike up her skirt and lower her blouse showing
more luscious skin. One of the men saw her blouse lower revealing more cleavage
and thought he could make out just the barest hint of the areola of her right
nipple just below the bra cup, but it proved to just be just a shadow. How
disappointing, he thought. He was, however, treated to about half of an exposed
tit well mounded over the bra cup rim. He dearly wanted to rip off her blouse
and bra and suck on those luscious breasts, but the boss always wanted to be the
first one to do that.
Patti shivered with terror and fear as she lay on the floor. She felt her
long legs exposed and she knew her short skirt did not hide them from their lewd
glances. She also felt the downward tug on her low-cut blouse and sensed that
her upper chest was bare. Why did she have to show herself off today, she
thought? She tried to remain still, but she was quivering. She became
embarrassed and even more fearful when she heard one of the men exclaim,
"Christ, look at the nice boobs the bitch has got, they're tremendous. I'd love
to suck 'em and fuck her right now."
She was really frightened now and tried to struggle out of her bonds, but
quickly stopped when another of the men observed, "Look at those tits bounce!"
Patti realized that she was in deep shit. She read about girls being sexually
tortured. She hoped she wasn't going to be one of them. Just two weeks ago she
read about a girl named Janice who was missing and had not been found(see the
"Perils of Janice.") While she had a dynamite body and showed it off, she
didn't have all that much experience with sex. One boyfriend actually felt her
up, but only outside her clothing. Another actually got to remove her bra before
she ended it. It was very dark and Patti did not think he had gotten to see
anything. She did enjoy the attention she got when she dressed the way she did.
Men stared at her chest, almost asking if those jutting globes were for real. No
surgeon touched those melons. Unfortunately, she had attracted the attention of
the wrong people and now she was about to suffer the consequences. She almost
wished she had small breasts like some of her friends.
The van ride was long and the air inside was stifling. She started to
sweat. Her blouse was clinging as sweat dripped from her body. The light
material molded itself to her torso and that just accented the big bar encased
breasts. She still felt the hem of her skirt above her upper thigh. And dreaded
that her panties were surely exposed. She couldn't see so she didn't know if
they were staring at her, which they were, so she didn't know which way to turn.
She started to cry. She felt a hand on her exposed thigh and another on her
ass. Then she heard, "The boss doesn't like'em crying, so you better shut up!"
She tried to control herself, and then the hands were removed from her body,
after a knowing caress on her thigh.
The van finally stopped and hands lifted her out and she was dragged into a
room where she was made to stand up. Her blind fold was removed and she quickly
blinked and looked around wildly and sitting at a desk was the fiercest man she
had ever seen. His face was dark and angry looking and his eyes were deeply
penetrating and right now they were pointed at her and looking up and down her
body. He made no pretense about what he was looking at and licked his lips
several times. He must be the boss, she thought. He turned to his workers and
said, "Thank you gentlemen. You've brought me another great set of tits. As
usual you'll be paid well." The men left and Patti stood before this monster.
He kept looking at her while she was standing in front of him.
He said, "Well, my men brought me a winner. My penis is already getting
hard just looking at you and thinking about what I'm going to do to you." With
that, she started struggling with her bonds and began to whimper. He quickly
moved toward her and slapped her face back and forth. He shouted, "I hate
bitches who cry. If you don't want me to slap you around, shut up." She again
tried to control herself, but her body wouldn't stop shaking. "You look
nervous," he exclaimed. "You should be, since you don't know what's going to
happen. Well, I'll tell you a little. You and I are going to become very good
friends, I mean intimate friends, like I am going to have intimate knowledge
with that great body of yours," he informed her. She cringed and reddened. He
laughed.
He put his hands on her smooth calves and traveled up and down her legs.
She tried to move away, but since both her ankles were tied together, she
couldn't. His hands glided up and over her knees to her silky thighs, and then
under her skirt which rode up as he continued his examination. When his hands
stopped, they were almost to her waist and the skirt was bunched above his
hands. He had a very nice view of her dainty, black lace bikini cut panties.
He stared at them for a few seconds. His finger glided around to her round ass
cheeks and he squeezed. She groaned and trembled. She couldn't believe this was
happening to her. She desperately tried to pull away from his hands, but she
wasn't able to move away. This man was gazing at her exposed panties and was
squeezing her ass cheeks and she was helpless. And, she didn't even know who he
was.
Patti felt the pressure end on her ass as he took his hands away from her
body, but only for a moment, since he now put them on her waist, in the front,
just over the panties. By this time her red U shaped, sleeveless blouse was out
of her skirt and his hands were on her bare skin and moved upward under the
blouse. She fought, but he just grabbed and his hands moved up to her large
breasts. He squeezed and fondled her large breasts for a second or two and was
rewarded when he felt her nipples become somewhat erect through the bra. He
then removed his hands from her breasts. The blouse stayed above her bra and he
made no effort to hide his staring. Her black lace bra was large and was a
heavy contrast to her white body. He moved around to her back and read the
label, "38 D cup! That's great!. Your tits are tremendous and, I'm a tit man.
I love big boobed bitches. Yours are rather nice," he chortled. "I see your
nipples got hard from me squeezing them. Soon I'll see what they look like! I
hope they're pink, and large. I love big nipples that respond when I lick and
suck and tug them!" She became light headed. He took a set of tissues and
removed the cap from a bottle, poured a little of the substance on the tissues
and pressed them over her mouth and nose. She held her breath as long as she
could, but when she inhaled, she started to see black. The last thing she felt
was both his hands holding on to and squeezing her breasts as she fell.
When Patti awoke she couldn't willfully move her body. She also felt stiff
and her legs and shoulders hurt. She was hanging by her wrists that were
fastened to leather cuffs which in turn were fastened to chains going up to and
disappearing into the ceiling. Her wrists were about two feet apart. Her arms,
however, were crushing her ears and head. There was a leather strap that held
those arms against her head, preventing her from any movement. The strap also
passed through the large ring gag that kept her mouth impossibly open. The ring
was behind her teeth and she felt as if her jaw was about to break. Her ankles
were about four feet apart held by leather cuffs attached to chains disappearing
into the floor. Her shoes had been removed and her toes just barely touched the
floor. If she strained and stretched she was able to touch the floor relieving
the pressure on her shoulders. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs and the
bottom of her panties covering her quivering ass cheeks could just be seen. Her
breasts were pushed high on her chest from the position of her arms. Thus, she
was helpless, with her arms tied tightly against her head, preventing it from
moving. Her shoulders supported most of her weight since she was not always
able to reach the floor. Patti felt fear and anxiety and some anticipation
about what was going to come. She knew she was going to be naked soon and worse,
was probably going to be raped. The fear traveled down her belly and into her
crotch. She also felt very warm. There were two bright spot lights that
illuminated her body. They were hot and she felt herself sweating. The
moisture dripped down her armpits, down the side of her body, only to get
absorbed by the material of the blouse. Patti also felt the sweat dripping down
her forehead. She frantically squinted about the room by moving her eyes and saw
the boss, sitting at his desk just smiling at her in cruel anticipation about
what was to come. She realized that she couldn't close her mouth and try as she
might, she was unable to swallow the saliva her glands were producing. She was
disgusted with herself because several globs of spit starting drooling out of
her mouth. She felt the thick liquid drip down her chin and onto her chest.
The drool landed right in her exposed cleavage. Her boobs were getting a saliva
bath. She felt the wetness drip into the space between her large round breasts
and down into the lacy, frilly material of the bra. It also became absorbed by
the material of the blouse and slowly a large wet spot spread across the large
protuberances of her tits. Try as she might, she was unable to swallow fast
enough to prevent the drool from leaving her wide open O-shaped mouth. The sweat
was also contributing to the wetness of the blouse material. Slowly, but
surely, her blouse was becoming transparent allowing him to see her bra and some
extra hints of flesh! At least he hadn't taken her clothes off, yet!
However, she had a bad feeling that this was only a temporary situation.
Those places on a woman's body that are accentuated, sometimes half exposed, yet
still hidden for hungry male eyes were most likely to be well exposed shortly.
Patty shuddered at the thought that the disgusting boss could do whatever he
wanted to her, since she could barely move. He had already squeezed her breasts
through her bra. She winced when she saw him get out of his chair, move around
his desk and approach her helpless nubile body. He stopped moving when he was
about two feet from her defenselessly stretched and spreadeagled body,
purposefully looking her up and down. She caught a glimpse of a gleaming object
in his hand. It was a blade of some sort and she wasn't stupid. She knew what
its purpose was. He smiled at her and held up the blade. "This is rather sharp
and I wouldn't want to cut you, if I don't have to," he mentioned casually.
"However, I do have to admit, I get a little aroused at seeing a nice round
young smooth tit and my hand might shake a little, so if I were you, right now,
I'd stay rather still and not move a tit, as it were." He laughed at his
attempt at humor. She just wanted to die. This pervert with the blade was
about to strip her naked. "I'm looking forward to seeing your bra again. I want
to see your bra. May I?" he asked with the obvious attempt at humiliating her
even more than she already was, or, would be shortly. "Uh, Uh," she grunted
through the ring gag. He looked at her again and lifted the blade to her left
cheek, and demanded, "I want to see your bra again. This blade is rather sharp.
May I see your bra?" She watched the blade near her face and with a big gulp of
air said through the gag, "yeth." "Thank you," he mentioned with a smirk.
He lifted the blade and her dilated humid eyes followed his every move.
She had to strain to watch what he was doing, because she couldn't move her
head. About the only thing she could do presently was drool. And drool, she
did. He noticed and commented, "I see that you can't wait for me to get you all
nice and naked. That'll happen. "By the way," he added, "You're a present to me
from my associates and I like to unwrap presents that are given to me." He
moved the blade under her left arm pit and grabbed the material there, touched
the blade to it and pushed downward. The thin material of the blouse offered no
resistence and it parted, showing more skin on the side of her torso, past the
bra strap and down to her waist. The side of her left bra cup was visible. He
went over to her right side and repeated the action. It was very quiet and one
could hear the material separating. When he finished, the side of her right bra
cup was exposed as was an ample amount of skin along the right side of her
torso. He cut the material from her neck to the top of her right shoulder and
the ruined blouse fell across her right breast. The right bra strap and bra cup
was in his full view. He didn't stop to look as he seemed to be on a mission.
He repeated the action with her left shoulder and the material was parted,
hesitated for a second or so and then the whole blouse, gently fell to the floor
in front of her feet. Her chest was exposed to his vision. He appreciated the
smooth lines of her back as he circled her twice. He appreciated even more her
wet glistening breasts imprisoned within the confines of her frilly black lace
bra. The cups were rather low cut. She had purposely bought this exact bra so
that she could wear low-cut tops. Now she wished that she had worn a more
traditional conservative bra. But, she thought, what was the difference. She
knew the ultimate outcome of what was occurring. It didn't matter what she
wore. All of it was coming off. It was a matter of minutes, or, seconds. He
stared at her full bra and licked his lips. "I must tell you that my penis is
getting harder by the minute. You'll meet it soon!" he chortled. She blanched
at his comment.
His glance moved to her crotch area and she realized that her skirt was
probably the next item to be cut away. "I want to see your panties again," he
informed her. She hadn't realized it previously, but with her legs so far
apart, her skirt had ridden up her thighs and it was stretched rather tightly
across them. You could probably strum a tune or two on the skirt hem. It
actually hurt. His hand reached out and touched her left thigh, just under the
skirt, because he could. He bent down and peered upward and was able to see the
band of panty covering her crotch. He was getting more and more aroused at her
growing nakedness and the anticipation of what was to come. He knew he was
going to rape her silly. He cut the skirt next to her right thigh from the hem
upward to the waist past the black lace dainty panties. Her right leg was
totally exposed from ankle to waist and his finger tips moved up and down that
long beautiful shapely leg. He hesitated briefly when he got to her panties and
she held her breath, but he just rubbed at the elastic band of the thigh and
waist area. He moved the blade to her left thigh and repeated his activity and
her left leg was fully exposed. Another snip here and there and her skirt fell
uselessly to the floor, next to the ruined blouse. She was left stretched and
spreadeagled in her bra and panties. He stared at the juncture between her
legs and marveled at the sprigs of blonde public hair that were filtering
through the panty material. He also appreciated the full bulging tits still
partially hidden by the black lace bra. Patti almost looked as if she were
wearing a black bikini and she was stretching up in the air-almost. Her bulging
muscles around her armpits and the fact that blonde public hair was filtering
through the panties and her legs were widespread gave it away. Her expression
of fright and humiliation in her eyes also gave it away. She wasn't on the
beach in a bikini. She had been kidnaped, drugged, and now she was spreadeagled
and hanging in her black bra and matching panties. He put the blade down
and took his hands and placed them right on her breasts and squeezed hard. So
hard that it brought tears to her eyes. She was about to scream, when he
released his grip. He then allowed his hands to stray across her rib cage that
was prominently displayed under tightly stretched skin. The boss moved his hand
down across her taut abdomen, across her belly button to the elastic waist band
of the black panties. She held her breath in anticipation, as he put one finger
under the waist band and moved around her body. When he got to her back, he
squeezed her tight ass cheeks and took the rear panels of the panties and
bunched them into her ass crack. Her wonderfully round tight ass globes were
exposed and he was gliding his fingertips up and around the mounds of quivering
flesh. She was contracting her cheeks in an attempt to protect her anus and
crack between her cheeks. He just kept gliding his fingers up and down the
smooth mounds. He moved his fingers from her lower back across her left ass
cheek down to her upper thigh, across to her right upper thigh, up across her
right ass cheek and back to the smooth skin of her lower back. In other
circumstances Patti might have found this tactile stimulation most pleasant, but
not here, and not like this. She could not move her head so she could not see
what he was doing.
He moved around to face her again and for a few minutes was content to
watch her body slowly become wet and shiny from the sweat and drool. He watched
rivulets of sweat glide down the sides of her body from her armpits, across her
torso, her hips, and legs. He watched saliva drop down from her chin and caress
her cleavage, only to disappear in between those cushy globes. Several drops
were leaking from the bra and the slick substance continued its downward path
into her navel. Soon her belly button overflowed and the saliva dribbled
further down to her panties. Her panties were getting wet with saliva and
sweat. He saw another glob of saliva leave her mouth and he grabbed it with his
fingers and proceeded to lightly rub the exposed tops of her breasts with the
very tips of his fingers. As he rubbed the tops of her breasts he commented, "I
like my women wet and shiny. I like'em wet all over. I'm gonna rub you up."
She just hung there, watching this maniac rub the tops of her breasts with her
own saliva, unable to alter the course of events.
"I want to see your breasts. I want to see what color nipples you have and
how big they are. May I?" he asked her in a very innocent voice. Patti knew
this was going to occur, but all the same she dreaded it and all she could do
was vehemently scream, "Uh, Uh." Her jaw was aching and so were her shoulders.
Several times she attempted to get her toes onto the ground but could not for
any length of time. He watched her stretching her body trying to reach the
floor. He loved his women stretched out and struggling. His penis reacted to
the show. "Well?" he demanded. The blade was in view again and he brought the
point right to her left nipple through the bra and looked her in the eye.
Patti's body shuddered and with total defeat, said, "yeth." He went behind her
and cut the left shoulder right where it met with the back strap. He did the
same to the right shoulder strap. Walking around facing her again he looked at
the two ruined bra straps hanging limply against the bra cups directly over her
nipples. Her breathing expanded and contracted her breasts. He sighed with
pleasure as he paused taking in the sight. He certainly loved bras, all kinds
and colors, but mostly bigger sizes. He especially liked C cups and bigger. He
liked them because of what they held. He loved them most when they were filled
with the tits of a stretched out soon to be naked young nubile blonde. This
young blonde babe fit the part quite well. Patti shuddered with the anticipation
of her breasts being bare in front of this beast. Anxiety kept her stomach
boiling. What would he do to her? What humiliations would she have to endure?
It was terrible enough that he made her say yes to each horrible thing that he
was doing to her. She sweated and drooled. She became more frightened as he kept
staring at her bra imprisoned breasts.
"Well the show must go on," he commented at last as he inserted the blade
under the small band of fabric connected the bra cups and flicked his wrist
outward. The bra sprang off and her big nude breasts simply hung on her chest.
He watched the slow burn of embarrassment spread across Patti's face. He loved
to see a girl's pretty cheeks redden. He turned his view to her nipples. They
were quite large, perfectly round and centered on her firm round closely spaced
breasts. The areolae were light pink and were quite large. In the center of
each areola a darker pink nipple bud was protruding outwards. They had the
potential of being quite long, with the right stimulation. As she was trying to
comprehend what was happening all she could think was "Oh, my God, oh my God!
He's staring at my tits. Please don't let my nipples get erect. This is
horrible." He kept staring and noticed the little goose bumps on her skin and
areolae leading into the nipples. He really appreciated the site of the two
large round closely spaced breasts with the large pink pretty nipples and larger
areola resting on her chest rising and falling rapidly with each raspy breath
that she was taking. He almost came in his pants at the site of those exquisite
nipples. His mouth watered at how delicate and pink they were.
He watched with fascination the amount of activity taking place by these D
cup tits. First, they rose and fell with each deep breath she was taking. She
was taking many rapid deep breaths. Her breasts were jiggling. Second, several
streams of drool and sweat were taking various paths on their inevitable journey
down her body. He watched one stream commence from her mouth, down her chin and
onto her chest, passing slowing between her creamy round firm jutting breasts,
down the very center of her protruding rib cage and flowing into her navel for a
second. It then overflowed and continued down lower, until it reached her lacy
black panties. It disappeared into them. His eyes were distracted by another
stream that originated from the corner of her mouth. It dribbled down the right
side of her chin and fell directly on the top of her right breast melon and
slowly started downward until it reached the large pink nipple where it hung for
a second and then dripped to the floor. He grinned as he thought that her
nipples were leaking. He looked forward to licking them later.
He took his right index finger and abruptly inserted it into her mouth and
swished it around her tongue and brought out a glob of saliva and placed his
finger on the circumference of her delicious left areola and began to lightly
trace it round and round. His left index finger performed the same operation
and he was now tracing her right areola. When he first touched her with his wet
slippery finger, she bucked and attempted to push away, but there was no where
for her helpless nearly naked body to go. She breathed more rapidly causing her
breasts to increase their jiggling. He kept tracing the circumference and
watched as the flesh responded to his touch. Small bumps and little wrinkles
developed on each areola. He also watched as more and more goose bumps
developed on her tits. He grabbed more of her saliva from her mouth and now
moved onto the areola, closer to the nipple buds. He watched eagerly as the
areola became slightly smaller and a darker pink as the nipples became more and
more erect. He now took several more globs of drool and with the open palms of
his hands gently rubbed the very tips of her nipples. Her nipples tickled those
palms, and those hands were having an effect on her. First and foremost, those
gorgeous nipples were growing. She attempted to think of all sorts of ways to
will her nipples to stay soft, but nothing she did helped. Her breathing became
more raspy and she felt delicious flashes that traveled from her nipples through
her breasts and down to her crotch. Those signals started to cause some
wetness, other than sweat and drool, to form between her legs. She was
horrified that she might even find this even in the slightest way stimulating.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to blot out what was happening to
her, and even worse, the betrayal of her body. The rubbing stopped and she felt
stinging at her breasts because he slapped them back and forth. The shock and
surprise caused her to open her dilated and humid eyes and look at him. "Keep
your eyes open, if you know what's good for you!" he threatened with a leering
grin on his face. "I want you to see what I'm doing. I like to see the
expression in your eyes and on your face. This arousing game is for me, not for
you, bitch." She trembled and almost started weeping, but with a great deal of
effort, controlled herself. Her eyes followed his hands and couldn't believe
how much her nipples protruded from her chest. She had never seen them this
long. He continued his wet rubbing. If he had been her lover, she might have
actually liked what he was doing to her breasts, but since he was her kidnapper,
she attempted to ignore the stimulation. She wasn't able to ignore the
relentless pawing and rubbing. He continued to rub up her nipples and the boob
flesh around them until they were shining and glistening, wet with saliva and
sweat.
His hands suddenly glided downward, rubbing her skin stretched
across her rib cage, then her tummy, her navel and finally his hands came to the
last piece of protection she wore: those dainty lacy black bikini cut panties,
which really offered no protection at all. He bent and stared at them for a
second or two and noticed how they were pasted against her crotch from the sweat
and drool. Her whole body was wet. That's how he liked his women: young,
beautiful, blond, big tits, stretched, suspended, helpless, wet and of course,
naked. He could see some blond pubic hair filtering through the lace. He
decided he liked panties. When he saw a pair, they were usually filled with the
crotch of a helpless female. He took his blade to the panties. She cringed as
he cut the band on her right hip. She couldn't stop herself from being displayed
helplessly naked in front of this monster. The panel on her left hip was cut.
The ruined panties just hung in between her legs. He pulled on the panties
upward toward her breasts causing the material to rub through her ass cheeks
across her pubic area and off her body. Her stripping was now complete. She
was as naked as the day she had been born. He stared at her pubic triangle of
dark blond curls. He was a traditionalist. He liked pubic hair on women. He
still had no trouble seeing Patti's vulnerable vagina through the hair. Since
her legs were spread wide, he was able to get a wonderful glimpse of the
pinkness of her vaginal lips and clitoris. Her pubic hair was matted from the
sweat and drool and he saw several drops of the stuff slowly trickle down
through her triangle, run along her clitoris and in the very center of her
wide-open lips and drop to the floor. He entangled his fingers in her pubic
area and rubbed around. Her whole body tensed and attempted to twist away when
his index finger slyly touched her clitoral bud. He rubbed it back and forth
and then flicked it while inserting the middle finger of his other hand right
into her vagina. She tried to pull back and twist, but she couldn't get those
fingers away. He watched her movement with satisfaction. Her vagina was wet
with sweat, drool, and perhaps more since he had been stimulating her for about
15 minutes. Her cunt looked so charming and pleasing to his evil glances.
He suddenly stood up, went to the wall on her left and pressed a button.
She was startled to see a chain drop from the ceiling to the floor. This chain
ran along the left side of her body. He fastened it to her left ankle and
removed the floor chain. Before she could struggle, the chain started moving
slowly upwards. He helped guide the chain so that her ankle stopped about a
foot to the left of her left wrist. She grunted and moaned after the motion
of the chain stopped. She was horrified at her new position and situation. He
simply stared at her in cruel anticipation.
Her legs were in a deep split, upward, and her thigh muscles were bulging
and aching. He had a wonderful view of the back of her left leg from toes to
thigh and ass cheek, while at the same time her vagina was facing directly at
him. Her whole body jerked and trembled. She could not stop the movement.
Sweat sprayed off her body. He watched her tits jiggle and bounce erotically.
He concentrated on the nipples and watched their movement. He was pleased. He
liked this position because it was very humiliating to each girl he captured and
the wonderfully delicate vagina was more accessible, wide open and so
alluring. Also, the body movement, the shuddering, the trembling, the jiggling,
the bouncing and the sobbing made his penis hard as a rock. "It's
uncomfortable, isn't it?" he asked with a big wide grin. "Your discomfort is my
helping my erection and pleasure. Keep bouncing and jiggling!" All she could
do was wince and whimper.
He moved away from her for a second and began to remove his clothing until
finally he was naked. She stared at him in horror and disgust. His penis was
erect, but its size was about average. The size didn't matter since it was the
penis that was going to enter her vagina rather soon she imagined, so to Patty,
the penis was tremendous. He approached her and rubbed his body against hers.
His penis was even with her vagina and when he rubbed up against her the penis
softly tickled her pubic area. He started licking her lips that were surrounding
the ring gag. He lathered her lips, above and below, then her chin. He moved
down to her neck and left wet paths where his tongue had been. Slowly moving
lower, he moved his slick tongue to her chest. His licking drooling tongue
reached her beautiful, nubile breasts and he washed them as the drool made them
soaking wet. He swirled his tongue up her left breast and around the areola of
the nipple. The tongue slithered in and out, hitting and flicking the nipple
back and forth. She tried to move away. Her body spasmed and her tits heaved
up and down, up and down, then slower. He drew the erect nipple into his mouth
and sucked slowly and leisurely. His fingers pulled on her right nipple and
stretched out her breast. Her face showed pain. His prick showed pleasure. As
erect as her nipples were becoming, so was his penis. He licked her right
breast as he held onto her right nipple. He let go and it recoiled. He
hungrily licked and kissed that nipple, the tongue whipping it back and forth.
Her nipples were in full erection, wet, glistening. Her tits were wet "I told
you I like BIG nipples. Now they are in full ERECTION and so is my dick," he
chortled. He kissed each fascinating breast and nipple, then licked each nipple.
Then he sucked each nipple.
While all this was happening, she was shocked and humiliated that her body
was responding to his stimulation. She tried to will her nipples to stay soft,
but they became very erect. She tried to control her breathing, but she
couldn't. Her respiration increased and she kept noticing the annoying tickling
down there-his penis kept rubbing her clitoris and soon, with the nipple licking
and the clitoris rubbing, she felt herself gradually losing the battle.
"Please, no orgasm" she prayed to herself. "That would be the ultimate
humiliation," she thought. "Oh God, I can't control it."
His penis kept knocking (literally) at the door of her vagina, until
finally the boss aimed his penis directly into her twat. He allowed the head to
enter. He looked at her. She attempted to pull away, but couldn't. The
trembling and spasms of her body felt like a vibrator to his dick.
Nnnnngggh!" she yelled as loudly as she could. "Shut up, bitch, it's going
to happen, there's nothing you can do about it!" he answered as he allowed his
penis to enter further. Her sexy vagina was well lubed from all the various
drippings and he imagined, from the stimulation. He thrust all the way in and
stayed there. His balls were resting just above her anal opening. He looked at
her eyes and they were wide open and fixated on him with shock and disbelief.
He withdrew and thrust again. She felt it in her nipples and clitoris.
"Nnnnggghhh, pleth, nnnnnggghhhh!" He smiled, withdrew somewhat and thrust
slowly again. She felt so tight and so slippery and her body was literally
vibrating, that he didn't need to move rapidly for it to feel marvelous. He
clutched her nipples and tweaked them again with his next thrust. She was
horror-struck at what her body was doing in response to his coerced actions.
"Uh uh, nggghhh," she cried out. On his fifth thrust he rubbed her breasts and
nipples and he felt her spasm differently. Her tits heaved, her tummy rippled
and he felt her vagina contract. Her face was red as a beet and he laughed and
thrust again, for, she had orgasmed and he loved it. Two more slow thrusts and
he threw his head back and thrust faster as he ejaculated his load into her.
"Wow," he exclaimed, "that was wonderful!" She mercifully fainted.
He stayed in her body another minute or so and then finally withdrew his
penis and semen dripped from her slit, and down her right leg. He admired her
unconscious body and with a twinge of regret realized that she would be sold to
the highest bidder at tomorrow's meat auction. He was just the front man, or
the procurer of girls. He worked for a company that specialized in the
kidnaping of young appealing women. These young ladies had to be 18 or older,
blonde, with big tits, and attractive faces. There was something about this one
that made him want to keep her. He drank in her body. Her unconscious form
slumped slightly and he figured out what made her so attractive to him. He was
a nipple man, and her nipples were magnificent. Exceedingly large areolae
perfectly centered on her breasts. Also, when in full erection the nipples
looked as if they protruded out at least three quarters of an inch. Also the
areolae crinkled up and shrunk slightly when the nipples were erect. They also
tasted good. He sampled them again by slowly extending his tongue and licking
her right nipple upward and then her left nipple downward. He gaped at their
succulent form: erect, shiny, and wet. Well, it was time to get her ready.
He released her legs and the other ropes and she slumped further downward.
Her body was only held up by the wrist restraints. He put chloroform on a rag
and put it over her nose and mouth for a few seconds. That would keep her
unconscious for quite a while. He released her wrists and seizing her tits,
guided her to the floor. Preparation for her trip included a bath where he spent
several minutes lathering and rinsing those very interesting parts of her body.
He shampooed and rinsed her hair and then blew it dry. Some small amount of
make up was applied quickly and expertly. He had done this several times
before. Patti looked lovely in her unconscious state. So innocent looking,
with her eyes closed, almost angelic.
She was put into a box naked, with her arms tightly tied behind her back,
a ball gag in her mouth and her ankles trussed together. The box was nailed
shut and loaded into his van and he drove the 75 miles to the meat market. It
was a large building that looked like a factory out in the middle of nowhere.
When he brought the box in, he made small talk with several of the workers, then
he was paid and, with some regret, he left.
End Part I
