Group Sex-My Kidnapping Fantasy! Part 2

Finally, the fingers released my mouth, if not the firm grip on my arm, but something was shoved between my teeth before I could cry out. A wad of fabric, a cloth, probably. They covered it with thick tape wrapped around my head, and the smell of packaging tape just beneath my nostrils suddenly struck me as hilarious. Seriously, how many times had I joked I had a fetish for office supplies? I had no idea it would be a part of the group sex, my kidnapping fantasy.

Suddenly, pitch black darkness gave way to the silhouetted shapes of what I felt sure were a group of men. There was a slit of light from the van’s back doors, confirming my suspicion once my eyes had adjusted. So, the space was cramped, but I was on some makeshift soft surface; blankets or rags seemed likely.

 The scent of everything in such a confined space mingled to create a stench. Chemicals and men and work and potential. Something else: lust. It shocked me to realize I was awaiting their next move with not so much apprehension as excitement. Terrified, shocked, vulnerable excitement, the thrill of knowing something will happen, and you’re powerless to control it. Honestly, I was ready. My cunt was ready, slick and puffy, and opening like a blossom awaiting the strike. My clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining for stimulation; any stimulation, gentle or cruel. First, my thin jacket was ripped from me before I realized what was happening. 

At that moment, I realized my kidnapping fantasy was about to come true!

My arms were held behind me, unable to make a sound due to the makeshift gag. A cord or rope replaced the thick fingers gripping my wrists and bound my hands with my elbows together behind me. Testing the bonds just caused pain; the rope was coarse and tied tightly, and any movement created cut deeply into my skin. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, they seemed to know the plan and carried it out as a team without the need for words. Next, I was flipped from a semi-upright position, on my knees, onto my front made me glad of the small kindness of a blanketed floor. A fist gripping my hair was the only thing to stop my face from landing and potentially knocking me out. With my arms behind me, I had no way of protecting myself.

The fist remained tangled in my, by now, loosely-tied bun, keeping my face flat to the stinking blankets as hands hurried to position the rest of me however they liked. Fingertips curled into the waistband of my tight workout leggings, then waited. Another man thrust something cold and metal up the back of my t-shirt, fingers of the other hand following, grabbing my bra and cutting it free with some cutting tool. Those fingers reached around my front beneath me, and I couldn’t resist groping my freed breasts and hardening nipples.

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