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Look at you now, was it only four weeks ago I said those same words.

Sitting on my big double bed I remember looking in the ornate dressing table mirror, look at you now Mrs Susan Watts; it was so strange to be called Watts, 21 years as Harbert, and for the last month Mrs Rupert Watts.

A month of bliss. My mind went back to that lovely honeymoon in the Seychelles and the things a new wife experienced.

I had saved myself; a refined bringing up, all girl school, and an important family had kept me from the seedier side of life.

Rupert had experience and did things to me, exciting things, his tongue and fingers made me putty in his hands, I thought I will, no, I knew I must learn what to do to give him such pleasures but as he said at the time, there’s no rush, the excitement will be in him teaching me the, as he called it, kinkier side of love making and just the thought of innocent me learning how to give him oral sex was giving me a thrill, I wasn’t so sure about the words Anal sex, but?

Newly married and I am here in this huge house in the country with all its expensive extras and my own Mercedes coming next week, oh its great to be blond, beautiful and 21, I even laughed as I remember some-one saying I was like Britney Spears, yes I was happy and going to spend the rest of my life with the man I love.

Still there is a down side, there I was packing for him as he goes back to work, the firm could have been kinder and not sent him to the Berlin office for a week on his first day back but with his executive status and money comes responsibility and I was so proud of him.

I always kept a dairy with me, logging his progress, he had been the fastest person in the firm to have risen to this important level, so he had to go away and conclude another of his big deals, I thought it will give me time to sort the house out, with the kind of money he was earning it was a big house.

He came in from the bathroom, now clean-shaven and handsome in his business suit, this evening I was taking him to the airport so I could keep the car.

We chatted for a while along the long country roads but it was silence as we hit the main roads, every man for himself until we got round and in to terminal four, no chance to stop and say our goodbyes before we new it I was being moved on by the airport security; bumper to bumper until I got back to the lighter country roads, it was then I noticed the petrol gauge, it was flashing red.

Mile after mile I drove on, searching, panicking, then I saw one, I must have been travelling on fresh air as I pulled in under the one light, hell it’s shut.

I got out the car, maybe there was a phone, phone yes my mobile, I delved in to my handbag no, in the hurry at the airport Rupert had taken mine with him, my last hope maybe some one lived on the premises.

I walked around, there was nothing, I felt a little chill, the cool of the evening reminded me I had only got on pants, blouse and a skirt, I didn’t expect this to be happening to me so by now I was panicking.

I sat in the car for a while thinking, should I risk the drive or wait; I got out and walked to the road nothing, there had been nothing since I got there, so much for living in the middle of no-where, I turned back to the car.

I set of headlights suddenly illuminated the fore court, where had they come from; I was dazzled. I moved to the side of the office building as a large van pulled along side me, there was the driver and another man; he rolled the window down, I couldn’t see him but I heard “You lost or something?”

I moved to the door, he shone a torch in my face as I spluttered, “I’m almost out of juice; do you know where the next garage is?”

The other man past him a map, he opened it and pointed the light of the torch at it, I looked through the window, “Now we are here, this road leads back to Roundly, and this is the city road.”

Like a fool I blurted out, “I know, I’ve just taken my husband to the airport.”

He still didn’t look at me but carried on saying, “Look this road takes you up to ------,” I never heard anymore as a hand clamped over my face, my handbag clattered to the floor and I was jerked back and up, my feet left the ground.

The man in the van jumped out and grabbed my legs, “Nice one Jake, glad we opened the back first, come on sweetheart, Christ you got nice soft legs.”

I was carried to the back of the van, the driver was already in the back of the van waiting, he waved his arms at the man carrying me, then his strong arms took me, I had just one chance to scream before I was in the back and the door rolled closed.

As the door hit the floor a light came on, but a hand was over my eyes; with my arms pinned painfully behind I started to whimper, “Please don’t hurt me.”

I heard one of them laugh, “Why is it the first thing they always say is, please don’t hurt me, Christ lady its up to you whether we hurt you are not, Bren, pass the rope, lets get her secure and see what we got to play with.”

A gruff voice growled in my ear, “Keep still, keep your eyes shut and do as your told, I’m going to let go of you, move and you do get hurt, big time.”

I felt my arms released and the fingers left my eyes; I didn’t move or try to look

I stood there shaking, I jumped as my coat was jerked off my shoulders and down my arms, I heard it crumple on to the floor, then I heard a ripping sound, “Kneel down,” I was so scared I couldn’t move.

I sudden thump caused incredible pain in my back, “Kneel now,” screamed in my ear; trying to catch my breath and keeping my eyes closed I dropped to my knees, knocking my handbag to the side, my head was held firm and tape was stuck across my eyes.

My wrists were held outwards and I felt rope fastened to them then my arms where dragged out and secured to the sides slats of the van, I knelt there on my knees, crucified and helpless as a hand patted the top of my head and a patronising voice said, “There’s a good girl, nothing to get upset about, you look just like that aeroplane your husbands in.”

I swallowed hard to stop myself from crying out, but I lost that battle as I heard, “You drive, I’ll find the agents key, we’ll use the second of the renovated barns, its got more beams.”

As I tried to whimper I felt tears through the tape, I heard movement as some-one bent in front of me, “Don’t cry, we knew we were going to take you and have some fun when we saw you walking round the forecourt, pretty girls with big tits shouldn’t be out alone at night.”

He bent forward and I was almost sick as I felt his tongue touch my lips, his rough stubble scraped against my cheek as his face slid round to my ear, licking at it he whispered, “You said you were out of juice and needed some, well its your lucky night, you see we’ve got plenty of juice and we will be only to happy to pump it in to you,” the van started up and moved off the fore court.

The two men must have moved behind me I heard them talking quietly to the driver. My shoulders ached as I swayed helplessly, my knees began to hurt; my short pleated skirt didn’t give any protection to my naked legs; as well as scared I was cold, the short-sleeved top was only supposed to be for the warmth of the car but suddenly my mind was taken off those problems.

The men had gone quiet when suddenly I felt a hand on my bottom then a voice whispered, “You got a nice round ass.” I mumbled, “Please don’t do that.”

The voice continued, “And what are you going to do if I don’t?”

I tried so hard not to start sobbing again but when another hand squeezed my left breast I cried, “Oh god no.”

Another voice said, “God’s not here love but we are, now lets look at this sensible, I’m gona ask you a few questions and you gona give me some answers?”

I didn’t say anything until I felt his hand squeeze my breast hard and I cried out, “Yes, yes what ever.”

He stopped squeezing and said, “Now my friend asked you what you were going to do to stop him, lets look at that, ready?”

As the hands continued to rub my body, “Yes but please, I beg you don’t hurt me,” was all I could say.

The van lurched to the right as he said, “Told you before, it’s up to you if we hurt you, now I want answers, try this, are you beautiful?”

I muttered, “I eerr,” as I did I felt a hand cup over my skirt and squeeze hard at the flesh between my legs, as it began to hurt I said, “Yes, yes I suppose so.”

I heard him laugh, “No suppose about it, now try faster next time, have you got nice firm tits?”

I felt so scared, but I knew I had to answer him, “Yes.”

“Have those nice firm tits got big nipples?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen many others but they are, are quite eerrr long.”

I felt his hand over my blouse searching for them, he suddenly squeezed one, he licked my ear as he tormented me with “And they feel thick, see I told you, you are beautiful, does your old man like sucking them?”

I chocked out, “ Ya, Yes.”

He pulled on them, “I bet he does, and do you like it when he licks them and sucks them out, so they’re all wet, long and hard.”

I was trying so hard not to sob; I knew I was in a hopeless situation as I tried to say what he wanted to hear, “Yes.”

He laughed, “Yes what?”

In panic I spluttered out, “Yes I like my nipples sucked.”

He almost giggled, “Well ain’t that nice, I’ll be glad to be doing something you like, now getting down to the nitty gritty, here’s the next question, what have you got snuggling in your pants?”

As the van lurched I tried to plead again, “Please don’t make me say these things, I haven’t done anything to you.”

But his voice came straight back, “I don’t give a shit, we are the ones who are going to do anything we want to you, now lets try again, tell me what you got between those long, gorgeous, soft legs of yours.”

I was beaten, taking a deep breath and trying to think what to call it I said, “My husband calls it my love shut.”

The bellowing of his laughter nearly deafened me, “Aahh ain’t that nice, but now you call it a cunt, a wet juicy highly fuckable cunt, now answer the question again.”

“My, mmmyy, wet juicy,” my nipple was pinched again, “Go on.”

My wet juicy highly fuckable cunt.”

My torment continued, “And has your juicy cunt got hair on it?”

I had now realised resistance was futile, “Some, but I trim them.”

He was ready with another obscene question, “What shape is your little blond bush, I take it your are a real blond?”

“Its in the shape of an arrow head and yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I am a real blond.”

“Mmmmm, so we got a little blond arrow pointing down to your fuckable cunt, sounds nice. I’m not bothered how you like to be fucked, your going to be fucked so many times tonight we will find that out anyway and the same goes for your ass.”

Oh god not there, the thought of these men being able to take me however they wanted, use me and I would be unable to stop them, my mind was in a whirl but worse was to come.

“Can you suck cock all the way, do you swallow or have I got to shove it down your long pretty throat?”

My sob only made him laugh as I said, “No please, not that, I, I don’t now how.”

He almost choked on his laughter as he said, “You will by the end of this, my god with a mouth like yours you will.”

Suddenly another voice said, “Does a little spanking on that cute ass of yours turn you on, it will me?”

My mind shot back to the words, “We’ll use the second of the renovated barns its got more beams,” oh god they were going to string me up and spank me.

An uncontrollable sob came from my mouth followed by a groan as I felt the van stop.

There was movement all around me, suddenly I heard the shuttered door roll up; hand grabbed at me, holding me, then my arms were free, there was a wonderful feeling as they dropped to my side but it was short lived as the ropes were yanked and I was wrenched forward.

I nearly fell forward but some-one was behind me, I felt arms come round, hands gripped me between my legs, I was quickly dragged upwards, that same sick voice whispered, “Feels nice, how’s this feel?”

I felt his hips grind it to my bottom, his hard penis pushed in between the light material of my skirt and between my cheeks.

I fought to keep my feet on the floor as he deliberately kept squeezing me between my legs pinning me to his crutch until I felt the cold air and the doorway. Another pair of hands clamped around my waist as I was lifted down.

I knew there was a man ether side of me as the third pulled my arms forward. The words, “Watch out for the step,” had me stumbling up three steps.

Hands held me as I heard a door unlock, then a quick tug propelled me through a door, the smell of new wood filled my nostrils; little words like, “Please no, don’t do this to me, have mercy,” kept falling from my lips, but they only fell on deaf ears.

The hands came back from behind plunging even further between my legs, the hard penis touching my bottom felt long and he made sure I felt it.

I heard a slapping sound then again, something swung close to my face, with horror I heard, “No, put the rope the other side of the strut.”

My hands were held forward, I could feel movement with the attached ropes, then the one holding me said, “Up she goes,” and my hands suddenly pulled up and out, I cried out, “Stop, please stop its hurting me.”

The one holding me pulled his hands hard up between my legs, “We could always put you on a stand, pull your arms up again, then take the stand away, you’d know how Jesus Christ felt, you want to try it?”

I sobbed a pathetic, “No, don’t do that to me,” I sensed the other two were now standing closed to me as the one holding me said, “Then we will have to find out what you do want us to do to you.”

They moved away from me, a voice said, “Get the cans,” I stood there, my arms pulled up and out making me look like a clock at ten to two. I heard things being pulled around the room, then the hissss sound of cans opening.

The same voice that had tormented me in the van started at me again, “Now lets get back to our little game.”

“Hay gorgeous, you listening?” I nodded, “Now you didn’t want us to crucify you, so what can we do to you?” those words drilled in to my mind and I knew they would make me answer.

As my brain tried to take in my situation another voice said, “Come on sweetheart don’t be shy you can tell us,” I could hear them sniggering.

I tried another, “Please let me go,” but that got the worst answer I wanted to hear.

“You remember me telling you how turned on I get when I take my belt to a cute ass, if not you will if you don’t answer my mate here.”

I know I’m blond and some what naive but I’m no bimbo so it was obvious from the filthy interrogation I got in the van that there was only one answer they were going to force out of me, and there was the other thought in my mind, I wanted to get out of this, alive.

I took a deep breath, “Why don’t you have sex with me?”

This was met with horrendous laughter, with the room being empty the sound echoed round, deafening me, what had I said wrong?

“We don’t want to have sex with you, we want to fuck the shit out of you, now answer the question.”

Did my tormentors have any mercy, with survival my only thought; again I took a deep breath, “Why don’t you fuck the shit out of me.”

The laughter went down to stupid cat-calls, “At last our fun tonight has got the idea, time to unwrap the goodies,” I felt them gather round me, my body was being fondled, suddenly a tongue licked my face.

“mmmmmmm, taste good, does the rest of you taste the same, you gona let us find out?” I stayed silent, but they weren’t going to let it rest, my hair was grabbed and shook, I squealed, “Yes, yes.”

The evil voice whispered, “Now our night of funning with you is about to start, I want you to remember what you said at the beginning, remember, please don’t hurt me?” I nodded, “Then you answer the question the way I have taught you and quickly, there will be no more second chances, only the chance of pain.”

I felt some-one squeeze my arse cheek very hard, and a voice said, “Oh how I could spank this,” my position was hopeless, I had to do anything these filthy men wanted me too, I blurted out, “I want you to lick me and find out if I taste good,” I swallowed, “All over.”

“All over it is,” I don’t know who said it but fingers pulled at the buttons of my blouse, hands were on the back of my legs, sliding up under my skirt, the same thing at the front, hands were on my inner thighs, stroking up towards my pants, I choked back tears as I heard, “You grab the back I got the front, lets get this accommodating ladies pants down.”

As I felt my pants pulled down over my thighs their revolting voices filled my ears, “ Oh yes what a cute ass, round, smooth and for the moment white.”

“She has got a little blond arrow head and what its pointing at is gorgeous, I real tight slit with fat full lips, oh I’m gona enjoy tonguing that, just as much as splitting it open with my dick.”

I squirmed and wriggled, fingers were now rolling and pinching my nipple as a mouth covered the other; fingers where pushing up my pussy and in between the cheeks of my arse.

My pants were pulled all the way down, then a mouth covered my pussy, the rough unshaved face scratched my inner thighs, I could now open my legs if only to ease the pain but that only allowed a tongue to push up and in to me.

Their mouths were so busy, sucking at my nipples, licking me between my legs both back and front for them to taunt me, no, I was taunting myself, I felt the tongue at my pussy starting to do things to me, the same things my husband did.

I knew my nipples were hard as his tongue flicked at them, his fingers could do the same; even the tongue tickling up between the cheeks of my arse seemed to enflame my body but it was the tongue between my legs, buried so deeply in my pussy that was forcing me to open my legs further.

They sensed I was aroused, that same voice said, “She seems to be enjoying our tongues, lets enjoy hers.”

Suddenly they stopped playing with me, there was movement around me, my legs were held together and a rope held them firm, then suddenly pulled back, as that happened my arms were slowly lowered.

I felt my legs pulled up behind me as my knees brushed the floor my arms were locked off again, as I half knelt half swung, a voice said, “Just the right height,” then the pain in my arms returned.

The dark of the blindfold heightened my senses, I knew they were close, I could hear them, I knew they were taking their trousers off.

I jumped when something slapped on the side of my face, a voice said, “Open that gorgeous mouth sweetheart and keep it open,” then I knew what had slapped my face.

Slowly I gave in to the filthy men who had me at their mercy, my mouth opened.

I felt sick as I heard, “Me first then you and you can finish her,” I didn’t have time to argue as my mouth filled with one fat cock.

Hands grabbed at my head as he carried on, “Then we can strip her, hang her up by all fours and see if her other holes are as tight as they feel.”

I chocked and gasped as this huge thing filled my mouth, I found myself being forced to stretch my mouth open as wide as possible, it thumped in, the filthy meat was trying to push down my throat and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I tried so hard to swallow, to open my throat as much as I could, all I could do was try to keep breathing as more hands pulled at my nipples or touched my pussy and arse. Suddenly the length pushed further down.

I had been thinking about the hands abusing me and had relaxed my throat, the cock was now fully in me, his sweaty body pressed to my nose. He quickly told the others that I was a fucking good face fuck, took it all the way; he shook my head, “Have I fucked any shit out yet, no, well there’s time yet, hope your hungry, cause it ain’t everyday I get a pretty mouth like yours to dump a load in.”