The Abduction
I was returning from the grocery store and babysitter. The door closed shut
behind me, as I became aware of a presence from behind. Failing to turn in time
I was seized from behind. Huge arms encircled me lifting off the floor. I kicked
violently, but only thrashed about in the air. The groceries dropped from my
arms scattering about the floor. Another man grabbed my legs struggling to get
them under control. I lost the battle rather quickly. These were big men dressed
in black with hoods covering their faces. I was beyond terrified. I feared the
worst, for my safety and my life. I struggled fiercely. A third man placed a
large leather belt around my waist cinching it tight enough to hurt. I screamed
bloody murder. A ball gag was placed in my opened mouth and secured behind my
head in an instant. I was muffled. I writhed about fighting with all my
strength. First one arm was held firm. A leather band attached to my wrist. It
was bent forcibly downward. Then fastened to the waistband. Then the other arm
was attached to the belt around my waist. I stopped fighting. The struggle was
lost. I watched wide-eyed as a leather strap was tethered about my ankle. Then
the other ankle was fastened in a strap. Small locks found the side of each
wrist and ankle strap. A black tube about two feet long was fastened into a
large metal ring attached to the ankle. I was placed upright upon my feet.
"I bought you, and for the next ten days you are my property. You will do
exactly as you are told, and speak only when spoken to. You will answer with a
simple "Yes, Master/ No, Master." Shake your head if you understand."
I nodded my head in the affirmative.
"You will be given a chance to ask questions when we arrive at the compound. Do
you under stand?"
I nodded again. One of the other men gathered up my groceries and placed them on
the table. He pulled out a piece of paper. It was a copy of the Bill of Sale and
the release form. It was stamped SOLD in large red letters. And just below that
was today's date with a large red Item Collected stamped across the release
form. Tears welled up in my eyes. I choked on the gag. He placed the paper next
to my groceries. I stood in shock, starring at the table. The glint of steel
brought my focus back to the present. It was a scalpel. One of the men stepped
forward. I retreated as best I could but found my back blocked by another's
chest. Quickly and without so much as a spoken word every stitch of clothing was
cut away. Electric hair clippers removed the velvet from between my legs. My
pretty muff was placed in a baggie. All my clothes were placed into a small
plastic grocery bag along with the baggie containing my muff. The bag was set
upon the table next to the Bill of Sale.
The terror of a few minutes ago had subsided. I realized that it was time to pay
up. And this would be over in ten days or so. I felt very much on the side of
panic still. I was securely bound and naked in front of my captors. My hands
clinched into balls of clammy sweaty rage.
A leather collar with several metal wrings was strapped around my neck, and
locked into place. I shook my hair out. It was caught in the strap.
"Bend over." The voice command was simple enough, void of all emotion.
I shook my head no. I was not about to expose my bottom to these brutes.
"You don't understand yet. I own you and your body, every bit of it and you will
either do as you are told or it will be done for you... but it will happen."
With that he pressed a button on a small box he was holding. Nothing much happen
until the man from behind pushed me forward. As I stumbled to take a step the
tube between my legs sprung wide, spreading my legs to some three feet wide. The
force of having one leg shot apart from the other sent me stumbling forward
completely off balance. Guided by one of the men, I topple over the back of the
couch, burying my face in the cushions on the other side. I screamed but only
muffled noise escaped the ball gag in my mouth. My arms thrashed but made little
real movement as they were fastened to the leather band around my waist. I lay
still. My lungs heaved for air but struggle was futile... and my bottom was
sunny side up.
"Now you see. That's much better!"
I lay still. Moments passed slowly. I stiffened as a finger began spreading a
cold cream around the openings of my bottom. A cold object touched the skin of
my anus. Gentle but firm pressure began spreading the opening. Slowly, and I was
so thankful that it was slowly, I felt something penetrating the opening.
"Relax and accept the butt plug. It will hurt less."
I tried to comply. But the object was spreading me wide. I felt like the tissue
was about to rip apart. Tears streamed down my face. My bowels felt stuff as the
tissues around my ass began to close at the base of the plug. Another leather
strap was fastened to a metal ring at the back of my waist strap.
"Stand her up." The other two took me by the shoulders and helped me struggle to
my feet. I felt violated, stuff, sickened at the pit of my stomach.... And my
ASS hurt! I stood and watched as a large and very, very thick dildo was slowly
inserted into my twat. I felt miserable, invaded, violated, and raped. Absolute
despair began to overwhelm me. The strap from the back of my waist was brought
between my legs. There was four-belt buckle like straps at the end of a two-inch
wide leather strap. These were then buckled up to the leather waistband forming
an enclosure about my pussy and ass, securing both the butt plug and dildo into
their respective orifices. From the outside it looked very much like a leather
panty. I had never felt so stuffed. I felt like a thanksgiving turkey, about to
over flow.
"Close her up." And one of the men bent down. He depressed a small button on the
tube between my ankles and pressed the tube between my ankles back together.
Another man began gathering and stuffing my hair from behind into something. A
leather bag was snapped to the strap around my neck. I stood still, puzzled at
what they might be doing. The other man soon joined him. I could feel a tugging
at the base of my skull... And then a zipper making its way upward behind my
head. I began to feel panic again as I realized that I was being closed off. In
another moment the front was zipped closed over my eyes. To my surprise there
was an opening around my nose and I could breathe rather easily. I could feel my
self-relaxing as the oxygen flowed freely to my lungs. The leather hood was
snapped down in front.
"This will hurt. It is in preparation. Upon your arrival at the compound your
nipples will be pierced." I began to shake. "The loops will be press stainless
steel attached to a stainless steel nipple chain. The chain will be welded into
place. These will be permanent. So get used to the idea now."
Someone rolled my right nipple to elongate and enlarge it. Then a clamp of some
type was depressed over the center. I lurched forward at the waist in pain. I
cried under my hood. My knees buckled as the other nipple was clamped down. My
tits were on fire. I could not walk. I stumbled from the shackles, racked with
pain in my chest. I was half dragged as I stumbled along. I felt the kitchen
tile under my feet. The back door opened. I stumbled down the back stairs being
both helped and dragged with one man on each shoulder. I heard a motor start. I
was lifted quickly upward. My chest was on fire. My nipples raging in
excruciating pain. I was disoriented in the dark under my leather hood. My legs
shook, barely supporting my weight. Terror had once again filled my mind. The
Man, my Owner's words ran screaming over and over through my mind. Panic began
to take over... I stood up right. My hands were released from my waistband and
reattached to another ring. My arms resting forward in grooves that seemed
formed for small wrists. I tugged at the attachments, first one then the other
searching for some weakness. Escape was a distant second to the fire burning in
my breasts. My arms were secure. One of the men pressed my head forward to about
the same level as my hands and attached one of the rings on my neck strap to the
object in front of me. I tried to stand but was securely fastened at the neck.
This too felt grooved as if to fit about my neck. Then an image flash into my
mind. That of a medieval pillage stock. At that one and the same instant the
stock closed down over my arms and head. The latch clicked closed. The fire was
subsiding into a dull ache radiating through my breasts, into my chest muscles
and along my shoulders. My nipples had become thankfully quite numb. The step
van/ delivery truck rumbled down my drive. I lost my footing at the turn and
promptly discover that the spreader bar had been released. My ankle sprung
sideways. With a great deal of stumbling and struggle I finally found a
ride-able balance to my position. My chest hurt. I could not feel my nipples any
more. My ass began to ache, and I remembered what was stuffed into every hole in
my bottom. No tears flowed for the time being. Survival instincts had taken
over.
We were off to their compound and ten fun-filled days...
