Abduction (47 page)

One hand went on tormenting her nipple as the other hand abruptly curved
against her sex, a finger working its way up, between her lips, seeking her opening. The
length of his finger slid unceremoniously into her with mortifying ease.

"Fuck, that's a slick little cunt, lover."

His finger slipped out and he came back into her with two fingers, watching her
face the whole time.

"This…sweet…little cunt," he huffed as he banged her…"is gonna feel fucking
great…around…my cock…when…I…fuck…you."

His words excited her fear.

"But first, lover, I want to feel your pussy quivering around my fingers as I make
you come."

No way. She wouldn't let him. Fuck him. She'd always had to make it happen,
thinking certain things. He couldn't just make her. He'd see.

"I know you don't want that…"

With a sudden, deep thrust the fingers that had been slowly sliding in and out of
her wrenched an involuntary gasp from her.

"…that you want to fight me…"

His fingers plunged into her again.

"…but I think…"

As his fingers slipped out of her he dragged his thumb over her clit, and she
grunted, angry, desperate.

"…you're going to lose."

He finger fucked her, two digits thrusting in and out hard and deep, his thumb
rubbing maddeningly at her clit. Too much. Too fucking much. She hated being touched
like that—that concentration of sensation bordering on pain. Let him. Let him fucking
hurt her. Better, easier that way. But then, fuck, no, fuck, she was coming before she
even realized. Fuck, coming hard. Her cunt, her belly, her whole body shuddering
around those three hated fingers touching her. She screamed her hate, her anger, her
climax, tears streaming down her face.

"Mmmm," he sighed revoltingly, thrusting into her a couple more times, wringing
a few more spasms from her quivering body. "Baby likes a good, hard fuck, doesn't
she?"

His fingers slid out of her, leaving her throbbing cunt empty.

"You know, lover," he whispered against her ear, "you've got the juiciest little
snatch I've ever had."

She looked down and watched as he undid his pants and took out his hard dick,
pistoning it in and out of his fist once, leaving it gleaming with her slick juice. The sight
of it horrified her. It looked so…meaty. Raw. So revoltingly biological. He took in her
look of disgust and smiled.

"My turn."

He took a step toward her and she clenched her jaw, refusing to scream, to give
him any more pleasure than he could get from her limp, silent body. It was all she could
do.

From the shadows just to the side of her he maneuvered a weird little piece of
furniture that made no sense to her until she saw it's mate materialize from the other
side of her. What were they? Sawhorses? With leather straps screwed down. He bent
down, grabbed her knee and her ankle, and lifted her shin onto the platform, strapping
them down. Then he did her other leg.

"Now isn't that a pretty picture?"

She knelt before him, spread wide, her pelvis elevated precisely to the height of
his. Sick fucker. He raked his gaze over her, up from her conveniently exposed cunt,
over her bared breasts, to her face. He went on watching her as he unhurriedly stripped
off his clothes. She hated that his body was young. Strong. Lean. She wanted her
disgust to be pure. Total.

Without another word or gesture he stepped between her splayed thighs, took
hold of his hard cock, and slid into her.

"Mmmmm," he sighed, "such a warm, close embrace."

Nothing touched except his dick in her cunt as he slid it slowly out then slowly in
again. A sickening feeling, that sliding of meat on meat. It was almost better when he
put his arms around her and squished her body against his, because it blurred that
other feeling.

"Your cunt…" he sighed as he drove his hips between her thighs, "…feels like a
tight, wet fist. Pumping my hard cock."

As he thrust into her, again and again, harder, deeper each time, the place where
they were filled up with sounds, all the noises ricocheting off the walls she sensed were
close, bombarding her ears. His panting. His raspy, grunting panting. The flesh of their
sweaty thighs clapping. The wet sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her
own ragged breath gusting through her clenched teeth.

He stopped. Leaned back. Looked at her. Still, studying her face for long, silent
seconds.

Then, still inside her, he gripped her legs, at the backs of her thighs, just above
where her knees were strapped down to those sawhorses, and dragged her and the
props forward. Her arms, still tied to something overhead, kept her shoulders back, so
now she was forced to lean back. His eyes roamed over her, locking on her tits as he
started fucking again. Spread fingers grasped her ass, gripping as he rammed his cock
into her again and again, as he bent and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking, gently at
first, then nipping, making her whimper when she wanted to be silent, sucking hungrily,
making her whine, almost sob as he fucked her.

"Don't come yet, lover. We're just getting started."

While her rage and indignation burned he descended on her other breast,
teasing her nipple with his tongue, slowly circling, prodding, strumming, then finally
sucking it between his lips, tugging at it as it hardened in his mouth. Nursing. Suckling.

Sending waves of loathsome feeling into her cunt to mingle with the feeling of his
reaming cock.

Then his mouth was off her. His gripping hands went soft, caressed her ass, slid
over her hips and down the fronts of her thighs as he slipped out of her. Repulsed but
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compelled, she looked down at his cock, shockingly hard-looking, revoltingly red, shiny
with her slick juice.

"Just getting started," he repeated.

He turned his back on her, then slowly stepped away, around the wood prop
supporting her right leg, disappearing behind her. She heard herself breathing. And him.

Then his hands were on her ankles, dragging her and the wood props backward. Back,
back, and inch by inch as her legs slid back, her wrist restraints pulled her torso forward
until her chest faced the ground and her ass was suspended between her bound
ankles. Oh god. No.

His hands. Exploring her shape. Her contours. Spreading her. Her whole body
suddenly rigid. His touch came sliding between.

"Please," she sobbed, breaking her vow of silence. "Please don't."

"But," he pressed himself against her, his sweaty chest and stomach against her
sweaty back, his hard-on sliding between her cheeks, "this is my favorite."

He backed off, leaving her hot, sweaty body to the cold air. Then, one hand slid
against her waist, down her belly, cupping her sex, a finger or two sliding into her, then
back, rubbing her clit, forcing her to writhe involuntarily as his other hand traced the
valley of her spine down, down, between her cheeks, until one finger wiggled up against
the pucker of her anus and began rubbing her. He reached a little further, stuffed his
fingers into her cunt, smearing her slick wetness back, lubing her ass with it, rubbing her
as she squirmed, helpless, still teasing her clit as his finger slick from her cunt, taunted
her ass, pressing, promising, threatening, and finally pushing slowly inside. Millimeter by
millimeter his finger opened her, filled her, driving slowly in to the first knuckle, the
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second, sliding a little way out, then in again, until the whole length of his finger was in
her ass, sliding slowly and minutely in and out, wiggling inside her. He gave her clit a
little pat and she shuddered and groaned.

"See? You say you don't want to, and look how much you like it."

He went on fingering her ass.

"Just think how good it's gonna feel when I slip my finger out, and slide my hard
cock in."

"I can't," she sobbed, "I can't take it. Please. Even your finger—it's too much."

"Lover. Don't tell me you've never been fucked in the ass before?"

She just cried, saying nothing.

"Really, baby?" he sighed in her ear, pressing himself close. "Not once?"

"No," she finally sobbed, hoping, taking the tiny chance that maybe he'd be a little
kind, relent, get off inside her cunt.

He sighed, his hot body trembling against hers, and she knew it was hopeless.

"Don't be afraid, lover. I'll be gentle."

His finger slid out of her, against the grip of her own body which seemed
determined to hold him inside. Then she felt him moving against her, his arm holding
her waist, his hand and his cock brushing against her thighs. She wished she'd faint, the
fear was too much, the pain would be too much. His cock drove into her. Her cunt.

Maybe…maybe…relief spilled down her cheeks. But then he pulled out and she felt the
pressure of the head of his cock at the tight clench of her ass. Harder and harder, the
pressure more and more. Her body denying him, his body refusing to relent.

"Do yourself a favor, lover. Open to me. Let me in. "

Did she do it? A moment later she felt him easing past her tight barrier. The
smooth, thick head of his cock dilating her, pushing inside, stretching her. She wanted
to be quiet, to deny him everything but the body he controlled, but a little whimper
squeaked out of her with every tiny movement of his cock as it drove slowly into her.

Deeper and deeper until she was stretched so tight, filled so full she thought her body
would come apart. But it wasn't pain.

He drew back, sliding slowly out over a million firing nerves she hadn't known
were there, then in again until that too tight, too full feeling was back and she was
panting like a caught bird. Slow, slow, he eased himself in and out of the tight grip of her
ass, not talking, but softly groaning each time. She felt him shaking and wondered if he
was holding back. Drawing it out. Just come, you fucker.

But he didn't. Instead he curled against her, and with one hand on her stomach
and the other on her shoulder, held her to him as he straightened, forcing her into a
slight backward arch. His hands slid over her burning, sweaty skin, one curving against
her breast, the other gliding over her mound, a finger or two sinking between her lips,
into her wet folds.

And as he moved, he touched her. One hand cradling her breast, caressing it,
teasing her hard nipple, the other hand working between her legs, fingering her cunt,
rubbing her clit as his hips pumped his hard cock slowly, rhythmically in and out of her
ass. Now that he was inside her, fucking her, her anxious terror ebbed. The unknown
known, the anticipated agony mercifully absent. Now there was only the humiliation of
what he was doing to her, and how it felt.

"Don't worry lover. Good as it feels, my cock sheathed so tight in your ass, I can
wait. I can hold on until you come for me one more time."

Fucker! She'd fucking kill him!

His hand drifted across her chest to torment her other breast, pinching her nipple
again and again in rhythmic pulses, tugging and squeezing, while below a second finger
slid into her slick, swollen cunt. More and more it felt like she was being fucked as his
fingers filled her, driving in deep, his hand pressing against her clit with each thrust, his
cock pistoning her asshole.

Every exhale came out a whining whimper so she tried to hold her breath, resist
everything, hold on until he came. But when she opened her throat to gasp for air she
let out a long, desperate moan more damning that her little panting whimpers.

Fucking her harder, more urgently, he groaned in her ear, "You need to come,
don't you, baby?"

He tugged her nipple, gave her clit a frenzied rub, making her practically yelp,
unable to bear so much sensation, before sinking his fingers into her pussy again.

"I want you to come for me."

He was huffing and grunting now as he fucked her. Her body was ready to
explode but she strained against it, hating the idea of it, wanting to beat him, deny him.

His hand left her sex, and the next moment he had both her breasts in his hands,
caressing them as he rammed his cock into her over and over, squeezing her tits, toying
with her nipples, pinching and tugging them so maddeningly that she actually sobbed in
relief when his hand went back between her thighs and he delicately fingered her clit
and slid his fingers back into her throbbing cunt. As he pumped into her, his fingers in
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her pussy, his cock in her ass, she felt her climax explode through her groin, concentric,
throbbing convulsions seizing her, shaking her, wringing her.

"That's it, baby. come for me. come for me."

He seemed almost to be sobbing as he groaned out, gripping her hard against
him for a final two or three deep, penetrating thrusts, then went still, pumping his come
into her ass. He stayed like that for a long time, holding her tight, quivering against her.