Chapter Two: Abduction
As she drifted back into consciousness, Melissa could feel herself being
tied and restrained where she;d fallen by a man. She blinked again and again,
trying to see, but nothing was visible... it was only after a minute of
concentration that she began to understand that a tightly-tied blindfold
frustrated her. The cold air from the air conditioning vent told her she was
still naked, lying face down on her bedroom carpet.
All at once, she became aware of the intruder again. She could feel
him, on top of her, his thighs pinning her down, as he wrapped something around
her wrists... duct tape. There was the awful sound of a length of duct tape
being ripped from a roll and than wrapped painfully against her skin. Her
wrists were being duct taped to her elbows.
She tried to pull loose, but the bonds were already tight... her ands
and wrists we now tied in a perfect square behind her back, and her arms were
being torturously pulled away from her boy at mid-forearm, like a trapeze at her
beck.
She began to pant, trying to get her voice back, to ask a question.
"Who...?"
Suddenly, she felt the man on top of her sitting up to remove his weight
from her body. She tried kicking out her legs to buck him off of her, but
quickly stopped her with a rough hand placed firmly on her thigh, pushing her
back down against the carpet, pushing her own weight against the wrists at her
back. As she laid there, she could feel the eyes of the man above her crossing
her open skin, her small, round breasts, her navel ring. She could feel his hot
breath, hear the air leaving his nostrils... and then those rough, calloused
fingertips settled on her breasts, rubbing across her nipples.
She asked, in a reedy, far-away voice, "Are you here to..." ...Rape me?
Her mind swirled and she began to swoon at the idea, feeling the rough denim of
the man's jeans against her naked thighs and tender mound. She could feel her
arms trembling from the pressure, and every part of her shook. She felt him
press forward, until his lips were licking her own. She panicked,
hyperventilating, her mouth opening submissively to receive his tongue.
Without warning, a musky cloth was forced into her mouth. Her breath
was now drawn only through her nose, and those were short and not enough for her
mind to take. As she felt her consciousness leave her, rough duct tape was
applied across her lips, sealing the cloth against her weak cry, as the piercing
in her labret was forced painfully against her lower gums.
She came back quickly this time, woken from slumber by something pushing
into the tight cavity of her warm vagina. It felt cold and unwelcome, and she
tried to stop it by tightening her muscles, but that only seemed to make the
pain of the intrusion more intense. The object felt undoubtedly like a dildo of
some kind, but a rougher kind than she had ever played with- and far bigger. It
was wedged deeply in wiggled once, and then left there.
Above her, the terrible pulling and ripping noise of the duct tape
continued, long lengths being counted out under the breath of her mysterious
assailant. After a few moments, nothing, just her and her rapist breathing in
time, as he toyed with her nipples again. She arched herself up a little,
lifting her filled crotch against his rough jeans, trying to rub the dildo. She
figured that her attacker would figure her for worried and anxious, but at this
point, she honestly didn't care- she just wanted him to begin whatever it was he
was planning and stop the suspense.
Suddenly, she felt the tape wrapping around her upper thigh, and then
being patted down into her crotch.
"MmmmMMmmph!" Melissa struggled violently against the pat-down. She
had read enough rape fantasies to know where this was leading. In moments, she
felt the man toy with the base of the dildo, and then felt the sudden start of a
vibration within it. More tape was wrapped around her other thigh, until the
buzzing vibrator was secure in her genitalia and she would be unable to lodge
it. The powerfully sticky duct tape clung to the small pubic hairs at the edges
of her lips, pulling painfully if she moved even an inch.
The rapist climbed off of her and began squeezing her right breast
gently, toying with her, as the vibrator continued a steady hum in her vagina
and deep in her folds, as Melissa lay there, helpless. She felt a hand tenderly
stroke her left cheek, just under the blindfold, just above the tape trapping
the rag in her mouth. Frustrated and scared, she began to sob. The attacker
did nothing more than move his hand to her belly and play with her navel
piercing for a moment. She felt him rise from the floor and move somewhere,
then felt each footstep as he neared her, her mind delirious from the
stimulation in her pussy.
Some kind of pole was being slipped between her tape-bound thighs,
moving across the length of her back, and down her spine, underneath the
'trapeze' of her arms. She heard the duct tape being unwrapped again, and then
felt her ankles pulled roughly back until they were against her ass. The
duct-tape unwrapped again, and her ankles were fastened both to her waist, to
the pole, and to her tightly-bound forearms. Her knees were tied to the pole,
with a cold, metallic crossbeam inserted against the backs of her knees as the
tape went around and around.
She heard a second set of footsteps enter the apartment. There was a
soft, sinister chuckle, and then she was being lifted. Something was being
wrapped around her- some kind of tarp. She felt cords binding her even tighter.
With a jolt, her body was lifted into the air, Melissa dangling on the pole.
Counting the things she was knocked into as they moved, Melissa had a clear idea
of where they were. She panicked, trying hard to move somehow against her
bonds, until she heard the sound of the door being softly opened. She was
carried a few hundred feet before the familiar sound of a sliding car door told
her that she was about to be loaded into a van or a truck.
How long, she wondered, did it take them to do all of this? She was
tied, loaded in their vehicle, and totally under their control, and yet her hair
was still damp from the shower. After one of the men climbed in beside her, the
sliding door was shut and another door opened and closed. Her breathing,
labored by the plastic layer she was wrapped in, was getting shorter and
shorter, and it deflected back onto her own face as she waited for the she felt
like she was going to pass out soon. A few seconds later, the car was started,
and the van rolled along, slowly moving out of Melissa's neighborhood.
She tried to imagine the many men, and women, who could be responsible
for such an act. The people she'd talked to on the Internet, former lovers,
friends who might have known her better than she thought.
Think, dammit... who could do this? Who knows me this well? She was
uncertain that she had met, or somehow provoked, the men who had tied and
trussed her, but that seemed the most logical thing. She was sweating under the
plastic tarp for many minutes before the van began to drive in earnest. She
felt the tarp unwrapped from her body, and breathed in fully, head reeling from
the lack of oxygen, now suddenly granted to her. The new man began to play with
her breasts, fondling them and kissing them as they drove, occasionally biting
one with soft, steady pressure that made Melissa ache and beg, uselessly, to be
released from her bonds.
An hour later, Melissa was drifting in and out of consciousness. She
felt herself grinding in small motions with the compelling persuasion of the
vibrator, her heartbeat still erratic and her body covered in sweat. She tried
to focus, tried to relax, but was unable to calm herself, whimpering and begging
for relief or satisfaction, not particularly interested in which one had
priority. She began to wonder if she'd ever see her life, her home, or her
family again. She began to feel bad for them- for Paul, for her mother- all the
people she'd let down with her reckless obsession. She felt certain that her
Internet fantasies had somehow provoked this, and that she'd probably die
because of it. Maybe... I can convince the guy I wanted it, she though, thighs
burning with the heat from the plastic vibrator between her legs and her
wetness. Get him to... make me sign something, or... videotape me, or...
There was a giggle, and the second man, who had been toying with her
breasts, reached down and put his fingers across the tape that held the vibrator
in her pussy. With a tiny motion, he began to move the vibrator inside her in
circle motions. She twisted, hurting her arms as she crushed them, trying to
accommodate his direction, as she felt herself nearing her orgasm, hips
trembling with desperation. Without any warning, the vibrator stopped it's
humming.
She flailed and thrashed, trying to send the message, finish me! Fuck
me, oh fuck me anywhere... instead, she felt incredible pain as the tape around
her pussy was yanked away from her with a violent tear. She screamed into her
gag, tears pouring out of the corners of her eyes and dampening the hair at her
temples. She was rolled over completely on her back, the pole pressing into her
back and neck, and her arms crushed underneath her weight and the pressure of
the pole.
After a moment, she was lifted, to an almost seating position, nearly
nauseous from the motion and her blindness. She felt a warm cock positioned at
the folds of her vagina, demanding entry. She tried to nod, yes, do it, hurry,
but the pole kept banging into the back of her head. Defeated, she waited, head
rolling, aching for the promise of a brutal rape to bring her to orgasm.
In moments, she felt his thick, nasty shaft begin to work its way inside
of her. She arched her back as far the pole would let her go, giving him as
much access to her wet mound as possible. With a tentative push, the invading
cock began moving into her, going only a few inches deep... a short, fat roll
inside her. Still, it was hitting her where she needed it, and she was
responding. Even the most awful parts of the assault... the pain in her back
and arms, the feel of his oily testicles slapping against her taped thighs...
even these details had her turned on.
Her mind began running off a seemingly endless series of wretched
thoughts about herself, like an evil mantra: Ogod imadirtyslut fuckme rapeme
doit fuckme imafucktoy hurtme imyourslutfucktoynow hurtme...
Suddenly, the cock was withdrawn with warning, plopping out and dripping
fluids onto her belly. NO! She arched, pleading, but she was instead laid
across the man's lap, cock warm and wet against her belly. Please, please...
After a moment, his hand, warm and wet with some kind of lotion, began
to work its way between her tightly bound thighs. As he rubbed into her pussy
with his right middle finger, she shook her body, trying to impale herself. Oh
yes... yes! She groaned behind her gag, as he began to stimulate her clit with
rolling motions and flicks, as beads of perspiration formed across her forehead
and upper lip, soaking into the duct tape across her skin. As she went further,
the oily lubricant making his every touch warmer and more pronounced, her blind
eyes rolled back into her head and she went primal, humping his hand with
everything she had.
Melissa came, stiffening as she did. She felt herself sliding down from
across his lap, the skin of her face moving across his penis as he held her
there, stroking her hair lovingly even as his cock ticked, ticked ticked to have
its own release. It was minutes into the petting that she noticed her tortured
body was sucking the saliva-filled rag in her mouth, only more than willing to
accommodate her rapist's manhood. She groaned. Moving her hair across his lap,
a thank you for her release. He simply scooted over and started masturbating.
She tried to strain her neck to touch it with her hair again. She was rewarded
with a series of wet spurts across her blindfold, eyes, nose and hair. The
powerful smell of the man's semen across her face opened her nostrils quick, and
she leaned to the floor to breathe. He brought her back to his lap, where his
softening cock continued to christen her face and hair.
The van began to drive over a rough dirt road, and she began to wonder
about whether this would be a wish fulfillment or a nightmare made reality.
She drifted back into sleep, uncertain of what the rest of her life would be, or
how long she might have to live it.
