Abducted Ch. 03

Chapter 3 -- The Art(s) of Persuasion

The 'script' calls for a little 'motivation'. We need Elizabeth to cooperate. We need her to see that it is in her best interest.

We've already done the 'preliminaries', in the van on the way over to our warehouse hideaway. Those delicate stockings, covering those trim, toned legs, tore like tissue paper under my 'educated' touch. Her smooth, goose-pimply skin quivered beneath my fingers. Those wide eyes, implored, begged me to stop, over the cruel tape gag wrapped around her head. Her cheeks bulged, ... and, was that a tear beginning to roll down her cheek?

Certainly, Chano has 'motivated' her, too, in his own crude, hungry way. His massive paws terrified and -- despite herself? -- excited the pretty little hostage while he mauled her perky-tight breasts. I saw her eyes drawn to the bulge in his pants, when she thought I wasn't looking. I watched her squirm, reflexively, and heard her moan each time he coiled another turn of rope around her body.

I began to wonder ... do we have a little 'freak' here, with us? It would explain my attraction to her. We freaks can kind of sense each other, instinctively. If so, then maybe she'll enjoy this next part.

I kneel next to her on the mattress. She pushes back against the white brick wall, as I approach her. It's no use: I dominate her space with my physical presence. Her eyes fixed on mine. My fingers explore her bound, sumptuous body.

She shivers as my hand rolls across her bound legs. My fingers rise to her upper thighs. I watch the change in her eyes, and hear a soft, unexpected moan from behind the tape. I trace the nylon blue panties with my fingertips, and she tries to scooch away. But, I toss my arm across her shoulders, and pull her back. I can smell the sweet mix of her perspiration, and her perfume, filling my nostrils.

I breathe heavily on her neck -- intentionally. She turns her head, and shakes it "NO!" I grab her chin, and force her to face me. I fix my eyes on hers, while my 'educated' fingers slip inside her panties. She jumps at my touch, but I hold her firm in my arm. I smile from beneath my mask as I pull back a spot of wetness beneath her panties.

She gives little shakes of her head, while I explore her with probing fingers. A muffled sob, and again, a tear rolling down her puffed cheeks above the silver tape gag.

I toss my leg across her body, pinning her even further. I press my fat, hot cock through my pants, against her bare thigh. Her eyes widen when I give my hips a little 'boost', and let her feel my excitement.

I lick her cheek.

Little Elizabeth chokes a sob, and shakes her head.

My fingers continue to explore her body, now, above her waist. I unhook her smooth, baby blue bra. I expose her titties. I circle that broad, dark patch of areola, and I roll her nipples in my fingertips. I lick the side of her neck ... and, when she turns away, I play the tip of my tongue across the tight buds on her heaving chest.

I writhe my hips again, and let my cock grow fatter, heavier, and hungrier, as I rub myself against her supple, naked thighs.

I work my other leg beneath her, and behind her. I lock my legs around her waist. I pull Elizabeth back against me, and wrap my long, powerful arms around her bound body, to the front, to those delicious mounds on her chest. I squeeeeeeze! her titties, one at a time, in the palms of my black-gloved hands. She shakes her head, weakly, and moans when I play those hard nipple-buds between my fingertips, again, ...

I lick behind her ear, and whisper: "You see? Things can only get worse for you unless you tell us what we want to know.

**********

I then leave Elizabeth in the capable and greedy hands of Chano.

Elizabeth swallows, and tries to wriggle away from him, slowly, bit by bit. To his credit, Chano keeps his hands, more or less, to himself, this time. Not as if that were any relief to her:

Chano pulls on a hook, dangling from a rope running to a pulley above the mattress. He keeps his other hand on his crotch, massaging the mammoth erection inside his pants. Once in a while, he clucks from behind his ski mask, and squeezes himself, conspicuously, with his manhood mere inches from the face of the poor, captured Elizabeth.

She mewls, helplessly, into her gag.

While Harris and I consult on his decryption code in case we can't get Elizabeth's password, Chano becomes a bit creative.

When I look up, again, Elizabeth is laying flat on her stomach, her head turned to the wall. Her lithe, toned legs looked sweet, and inviting, and smooth, and creamy. Her skimpy blue panties barely cover her tight, teardrop derriere even as she wiggles and moans, and kicks her bound heels.

Chano relaxes ... though his bulge was still quite an "embarrassment" of riches, shall we say. He throws his legs across Elizabeth's, pinning her down. He holds the pulley-hook assembly in one hand, but he has the other large paw casually covering her ass. Squeezing, and patting, and *thwaaack!*-ing her, from time to time.

"Do you really, really think she'll give us the codes?" Harris asked, as he finishes booting up his computers. "I mean, really...?"

"That's what Chano is for, my young friend. I nod toward Chano. That's his signal.

Chano lifts himself from the back of Elizabeth's bare-naked thighs, and paws at her sweet, barely-clad bum along the way. She kicks back at him, in protest, but he snags her tied ankles and pins them in his arm.

He lowers the hook from the pulley assembly, and he pulls it between her ankles. He slides it between her calves, upward, until it catches her ankle ropes.

Chano begins to pull on the rope. Slowly, Elizabeth is lifted from the mattress. I wonder how 'freaky' she is now: She's been bound, gagged, pawed, and molested by three men who ogle over her near-naked body with big fat bulging cocks straining their pants. Now, she's hanging, upside down, totally exposed, with her tattered summer dress hanging down over her upper body!

On cue, Chano flashes a long, sharp hunting knife.

He flashes it in her face, for full effect. He squats, and twirls the blade with practiced, nonchalant skill, two inches from Elizabeth's eyes!

Elizabeth, for the first time, truly screeeeeeeams! into her gag!

>>RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP!!!!<<

With a flick, and a turn, Chano shears the rest of Elizabeth's delicate white summer dress from her. It drops, piece by piece, tatter by tatter, in strips and wads to the mattress below.

Pretty Elizabeth sobs ...

... And, then, up she goes, higher, until she hangs, suspended, about one foot above the mattress. Chano gives her a slow spin, turning her from back, to front, showing off those lovely butt-cheeks, those cute, perky breasts, that smooth, naked flesh, ... and all that rope.

And, then, ... Chano unzips his jeans. His massive swollen member pops out, flexing, pulsing, still expanding, mere inches away from Elizabeth's barely there blue panties.

He pulls her close to him, letting her feel his warmth against her naked thighs.

Her eyes grow wide, wider than ever, and she violently shakes her head! Chano strokes himself against her, his wide, eager hood expanding and flexing ... noticeably.

"Yes, she really, really will do as we say," I whisper to Harris. "Those transfer codes are as good as ours!"

Harris stares at Chano and Elizabeth wiping his brow.

Chano, meanwhile, seems lost as his member rubs against poor Elizabeth's bare thighs, ...

I had confidence in Harris. I had less confidence in Chano, except in this regard: I was sure he would be quite 'persuasive', with Miss Elizabeth, regarding her computer access passwords. Quite persuasive, indeed!

**********

I try to get a grip on this reality. Mr. Eyes is the same man that has been essentially stalking me for the past month or so.

Is this why?

As I try to understand what exactly is happening, he approaches me on the mattress. I try to scoot my bottom backwards, but I am already up against the cold concrete wall of the warehouse.

Mr. Eyes places both hands on my legs and moves them slowly upward towards my moistening nylon covered crotch.

As his one hand grips my upper thigh, the other pushes firmly against my heat seductively rubbing my swollen lips.

I moan into my gag as my eyes clearly tell him that I am getting turned on, very turned on.

I try to clench my thighs together as he slides a finger up inside my panties running it along my secreting kitty.

His eyes tell me that he knows me. I mean that he really knows me. The kind of knowing that only a long time lover would have.

His finger slides back out and he holds it up to me to show me my juices glistening on the black leather of his glove as if mocking me for my unladylike desires.

I just want him to go away, or do I?

A tear forms in my eye, as I feel so humiliated by my sexual reaction to this helplessness and submission.

Mr. Eyes presses his groin against my leg and I easily feel his excitement hard against my bare skin.

An uncontrolled shiver passes through my body as he grinds himself on my thigh hinting at what may be in my future.

I try desperately to fixate on my predicament and any opportunity for escape, but it only serves to further my excitement.

He licks me and I turn away only to have my face pulled back.

Mr. Eyes isn't done with me yet as he unhooks the front clasp of my bra totally freeing my small breasts and very erect nipples from the little cover that was left.

His black gloves trap my throbbing pebbles between his forefinger and thumb and he rolls them back and forth exacerbating the pulse coursing through my body.

He licks my neck and I instinctively turn away only to have him lower his head and run his tongue across my aching nubs.

I try to scream into my gag, but do I really want this to end?

Mr. Eyes now straddles me as I feel his rock hard member pushed against my stomach and again he squeezes my nipples and palms my breasts with his black gloves.

Before he is done, he licks me behind my ear telling me, "I told you that it wouldn't be hard."

Did he mean to say "difficult" or is this part of his game, since he is definitely hard.

Mr. Eyes and Harry Potter discuss banking codes.

I am sure that I should be paying attention to this, but my entire body has become a wound up spring that wants to be let loose.

Mr. Brute now comes towards me positioning his groin mere inches from my face as his huge erection pushes against the front of his pants preventing me from concentrating on any of the discussion going on behind him.

As he pulls a rope with an attached hook from a pulley system hanging from the ceiling he flagrantly checks his "Package" in my face.

I start to whimper as I don't like this man and am afraid of what he might be capable of.

Thank goodness he rolls me over onto my front, however as I lay there face down, Mr. Brute grabs my panty covered bottom and squeezes it repeatedly and then swats me like a little school girl who has been naughty.

I try to kick and squirm to get him off of me but to no avail. I don't even recognize the sounds that I am making as they are indistinguishable between a woman in protest and a woman in heat.

Just as I think that it can't get much worse, I feel myself rising from the mattress feet first and I am hanging upside down, with what remains of my summer dress covering my eyes as I am now completely naked from the waist down except for my ever shrinking panties and high heels.

My exertions have caused what little bit of nylon material that was covering my bottom to slide up my round cheeks exposing most of them.

Mr. Brute gives me a good whack on my exposed flesh further inciting the already conflicting sensations enveloping my body and mind.

He spins my hanging body around to face him, flashing a long hunting knife in front of my eyes and my conflicting emotions dissolve to be replaced by sheer unadulterated terror as I scream over and over again into my gag.

Mr. Brute uses the knife to expertly cut my dress in layers away from my body creating a slow and methodical striptease for my exclusive audience.

Along with the dress any dignity remaining inside of me is stripped away as well, as I hang upside down with nothing left to cover me but the teeny light blue panties that only hours ago I was playfully giving peeks of to my bus driver.

As Mr. Brute swings me around, the emotion of total helplessness floods through me and I start to weep.

Such a conflict is being created inside of me, as the cool air on so much exposed skin coupled with the leering faces of my captors causes a flush of raw sexual energy to redden my skin.

I am hoping that these three men see it as embarrassment, but I can tell by the look on Mr. Eyes face that he recognizes it for what it truly is.

As if this wasn't enough for me to endure, Mr. Brute now lowers the zipper on his pants and pulls his immense organ free. Immediately the phrase "hung like a horse" fills my mind and I try to swing myself away from his engorged instrument.

He straddles my body so my head now hangs between his legs about knee high and rubs himself against my thighs then spinning me around he does the same on my bare cheeks protruding from my tight little panties.

I am horrified by his size as he works himself between my bound legs, grabbing both of my hips with his gloved hands as he starts to hump me between my upper thighs sliding his maleness against my wet nylon covered crotch.

The other two are lost in conversation as Mr. Brute continues to violate me. I can feel his erection getting harder and hotter as I sense him getting close to climax.

My own heat is starting to match his as his friction results in my panties becoming soaked with my own secretions allowing his mushroom headed monster to slide easily back and forth between my legs.

As if on cue his body tightens into one large muscle, his back arches, and with a loud groan of satisfaction he ejects a long projectile of white crème through the opening of my thighs across the mattress and up against the concrete wall.

He repeats this performance with a multitude of others until his last remaining dribbles of liquid sex run along my panties, down my stomach, and onto my breasts.

Mr. Eyes and Harry just stare at this pornographic display.

While Mr. Brute pulls on the rope so I am lifted until I am eye level with his glistening shaft, Harry stares in disbelief. It seems that he didn't exactly sign on for what is now transpiring.

Mr. Eyes turns to me telling me that he needs my computer password. I shake my head as Mr. Brute rubs himself across my face leaving his gooey residue on my forehead.

I continue to shake my head and am horrified to see Mr. Brute start to grow again.

"What kind of animal is he?" I think to myself.

I find this man to be akin to a caveman and am mortified at how close I am to an orgasm.

How can I possibly find this so sexually stimulating as I am hanging upside down and treated like a plaything?

Mr. Eyes tells Mr. Brute to put himself away and walks towards me.

He grabs a hold of my bottom and squeezes it hard. I squeal through my gag from the pain and pressure.

He then takes his hand away and with very little hesitation slaps me hard across my exposed flesh. I tighten my buttocks to lessen the pain as a bolt of electricity passes through my body.

He slaps me hard again and I whimper into my gag as my entire bottom stings like fire.

Another slap and tears well up in my eyes and yet an unexpected change is starting to occur.

That original bolt of electricity is now centered right between my legs and I am starting to heat up again.

Mr. Eyes now gets into a rhythm of slapping each of my checks one right after the other while the strange combination of pain and pleasure vibrates through my lower region.

As his slaps continue to rain down on my buttocks I start to moan in stifled sounds of " Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."

The spasms start deep inside of me, and very soon my entire body is rocked by my orgasmic convulsions as I look like an epileptic in the midst of a seizure.

Again I am humiliated by my reaction as my body is covered in sweat from the orgasm.

Mr. Eyes whispers to me, "I knew you were a little freak. Let's see what else gets you off."