It's Saturday morning and I have the keys to the car. My sights are set on lunch followed by an afternoon of shopping. I need some time to myself, and I'm praying I won't run into anyone I know. I'm dressed casually, in a simple rose-colored blouse, dark-gray cotton skirt, and matching rose-striped sneakers with a white cotton bra and panties underneath. My legs are bare. As I'm putting my purchases in the car, arms grab me from behind, a cloth is placed over my mouth, and I pass out.
The next few hours are a blur. The only clear memory I have is of being bound and blindfolded, my body prone on an uneven cold surface.
The next thing I remember, I'm being led down a dim hallway into a dark room. Someone walks behind me. As I enter the room, a hand goes over my mouth and something is tied over my eyes. The lights go on, but all I can make out are dim shapes. I'm still groggy, but the situation is rapidly reawakening my senses. I keep thinking "what's going on? Why me?" I feel hot breath on my neck as a man whispers, "go ahead, scream. Nobody will hear you." I stand there mute as he shoves me against a wall and pulls my wrists above my head, holding me up with one large hand. He plunges his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like the ocean, salty with just an edge of bitterness. I twist my head away, clamping my lips closed. He laughs, and I feel thick fingers trailing over my bare thigh. I struggle desperately as the man slides his hand up, all the way over my hip. I kick and try to squeeze my legs together but he's too strong. He shakes me until I go limp and his hand returns to its wanderings. He rubs his hand over my crotch, resting it in the cleft between my legs. Only a thin pair of cotton panties separates us. Suddenly, I'm dragged forward a few paces and roughly shoved onto my back. It feels like a wooden table underneath me, the sturdy kind found in a country kitchen or farmhouse. Someone runs his hands over my breasts and neck very slowly then pins my shoulders. As I listen, I hear several distinct breathing patterns. The room sounds a bit hollow. A thought flashes through my mind that the room is quite large. As far as I can tell there are at least three other people in the room with me.
The first man--he smells like the first man--comes over and begins to unbutton my blouse. It has a long row of tiny pearl buttons. It must be taking too long, because he stops gives my shirt a hard tug. Buttons rain down from above and icy air glides over my exposed skin. As he leans over me, I feel something cold pressed against my stomach. A hard, frigid trail leads up between my breasts. With another quick tug, he CUTS off my bra. My breasts spring free and my nipples tighten with the chill. He presses and gropes each breast before tasting them in turn. He sucks each nipple and bites hard enough to leave a mark. Then he slides his hand under my panties burying a finger deep inside me and murmuring to himself about my tight little pussy about the things he's going do.
My heart almost explodes out of me chest as the man straddles me. Rubbing his hands up and down the length of my body he kneads my breasts. He runs his mouth over my neck, shoulder and exposed skin licking and nipping here and there, trailing saliva as he goes. The man takes my skirt and bunches it up in his hands until all that is left is a narrow bank of cloth riding around my hips. I begin to struggle again, trying to keep my knees together but I'm no match for him as he spreads my legs wide. He runs his hands up my thighs and grabs me by the hips, pulling my butt to the edge of the table. I hear him unzip his pants, which fall to the floor. A musty smell wafts up as he slides his hands underneath my buttocks. Raising my hips slightly, he laughs and says "ready or not." Hands other than his slide my panties down, and the man jams his engorged flesh into my dry, untried space. Far too late, I finally find my lungs and scream...
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The man was first. He took his time, exploring every bend and plundering every crevice in the girl's body. He tasted her skin and bathed in her scent like she some exotic food or bloom. He used his cock and mouth to make her come, even as she wept. Even, as she screamed. When the fidgeting of the others finally became too annoying, he finished and reluctantly passed her to his next in command. Each of his men took turns using her--alone or in pairs--off and on for hours at a time. Before they tossed her out on the side of the road; the man had the girl once again. He smiled as his tongue plundered her swollen lips and he tasted the briny water of her tears. She did not resist as he pushed to her knees, by this time she had learned what to do with her mouth. Tiny sounds escaped her lips and the convulsions of her throat left him spent and well pleased. By the side of the road her naked, bruised figure resembled a tissue that has been thoroughly used; a discarded, crumpled rag crusted with blood, sweat, saliva and miscellaneous fluids.
Originally published September 2007 - "Saucy September"