Kidnapped dancer

The twenty two year old white girl swung around the bar she clung too with grace and ease, her waist length blonde hair swirling around her face as the music of a loud song played. Her body glistened softly with the sweat of her exertions in the lights of the nude bar she worked in, completely bare to the world. Or at least those in the audience watching. Each swing of her firm, youthful body brought a new angle into view, a new inch of skin of her 5'9 body to the eager eyes of those watching her.

She never noticed though. For her, this was all just a game she played. She knew she was beautiful, she always had. Her body was prefect, not too thin and not to fat, with generous breasts and wide hips. She love the stares, the lustful glances she received from her dances. She took a secret, perverse enjoyment from displaying herself and believing she couldn't be touched. She loved the teasing and toying

She paused her dance and stood still and upright in front of the pole, allowing an easy view of her hourglass shaped form as her sharp green eyes scanned the crowd. She placed her hands on her wide hips and moved them toward her pussy shaved pussy, save for a single small strip directly above her slit. She pulled her labial folds apart, allowing a peek of her pink love tunnel and cute clit, giving her love button a few rubs before moving her hands further up her body. They passed over her trim tummy and up to her chest. The girl took hold of each her grapefruit sized breasts and squeezed them before releasing them. Each was firm and held its form well, both topped with a small pink nipple, both rock hard now. She flicked them a few times before she turned and swung around the pole once more. Doing so allowed a nice glimpse of her small, tight rear, just the right size with just enough fat on it to give it the perfect cushion.

Before the twenty two year old could mount the pole once more, the music around her faded into silence. She paused, not wanting to stop her perverse dance, her exhibition fantasies, but she knew it was another girl's turn. Reluctantly, she turned, smiled and revealed her straight, white teeth, and thanked the crowed. She stepped down the stairs on the side of the stage as she heard the bar owner announce her departure.

"Everyone give it up for Candy!" He cried out, using her stage name. In reality, her name was Ashley Canes, and she had sadly finished her last dance of the night.

"Hey Leroy, you shoulda seen this babe I saw dancin' in this nudie bar last night."

"Yeah Jake! What did the skank look like?" he answered as he chomped on a peace of bacon at breakfast

"Blonde, tallish, big tits, neatly shaved pussy, slender."

"Tell me more man," my farming partner replied with raised eyebrows.

"She's a great dancer, swings around that pole effortlessly."

"Yeah!"

"But the best part is when she stands facing the audience and spreads her legs. You know that song by Kiss which says, 'You show us everything you got'. ? Leroy grins. "She does man, she opens her pussy...You can see her clit."

"Fuck Jake, my dick's hard hearing this. Take me there tonight."

That evening Leroy and I went to the nudie bar. We sat at a table near the stage. A loud rock song blared as the naked dancer swung around the pole. She was not the dame I saw last evening, but she had a good routine, strutting herself around, swinging her hips and smiling at the crowd of horny men. This chick was a light-skin African American with a bald pussy, which she teased the men sitting around the stage with. She got a deserved ovation when she left.

Next came Candy. She strutted around with a tight red top which showed off her ample boobs, and a pair of tight white hot pants which showed off her bountiful butt. An outline of her pussy lips was clearly detectable. A few trips around the stage and a few around the shiny pole and it was time to take off her top. Her tits spilled out bouncing freely on her chest. She couldn't resist shaking them in front of the men in the front row, knowing the burly bouncer would bounce anyone who dared touch her.

Then she slowly began unzipping the shorts. Easing them down her legs, it was what I thought, she couldn't possibly be wearing any panties. When she was bare naked, she strutted her stuff, swinging her ass around the stage. Sure enough she repeated the same routine as last night. She got a standing ovation when she left the stage.

"Jake, I wanna fuck that slut and I gotta plan."

"What is it Leroy?"

"I'll tell ya on the way back home."

Candy walked to work the next night, following the same route she always had, since she'd started working at the bar months ago. It wasn't a long walk, if one cared to make use of the various alleyways and side streets that littered the congested city, only about ten minutes time to and from her home. She could of course drive, she had a car, and while it certainly would have been preferable to walking on the particularly cold nights, the thought of someone she knew driving by and seeing her car parked outside mortified her. If someone from her classes saw her and word got around campus, she could be ruined.

Not that it was likely she would be recognized here. The people she normally associated with wouldn't be caught dead in a seedy place like this. Nor did she have any family nearby. She'd moved from home to attend her preferred school and she had been the one to travel to visit them, rather than them visiting her. Instead she lived in a small two bedroom apartment with another college student named Emily, a stuck up bitch who despised Ashley and therefore never questioned her late night outings. Her friends and professors weren't the type to go to a strip bar and she doubted anyone else in her classes would either. As much as the threat of being seen frightened her, the thrill she got in return made it all worth it.

She passed through the streets, paying no attention to her surroundings, until she arrived for her shift once more. As always, she entered the back into the dressing rooms. Surrounded by the other working girls, Ashley stripped down and prepared herself for the night to come. Tonight she'd worn a tiny black ensemble, a black lace bra that was a touch too small for her, causing her breasts to spill out slightly and a tiny matching thong. The lace on both formed a flowery pattern across the garments. Upon closer inspection, the lace was mostly see through, save for a few spots where the flowers formed by the lace covered her naughty bits. Finally a set of classic stripper heels completed her uniform and she was ready for work.

This night passed by to Ashley, now Candy, like so many others had. The lust in the room was almost palpable, the stares, the whistles, the money literally thrown at her just so they could see her youthful body twirl in it's mesmerizing dance of raw sexuality. When not on stage she'd pass through the crowd, wearing what could be charitably be called her working cloths, flirting with the costumers, laughing at their jokes, and convincing them to buy more drinks. She felt a hand brush against her now and then, but thought nothing of it. It was to be expected and was all part of the game to her. This routine passed until closing time drew near. Her's was the last dance and after completing it, she addressed the crowd.

"Thank you all so much for coming tonight," she called, her voice melodious and soft. "I hate leave you all, but we've all got to go." The announcement drew grumbles and complaints from the crowd, but the patrons began to disperse. The blonde dancer didn't wait to watch, however. She drew herself back into the dressing room and began her own preparations to leave.

She left the thong and bra on, not feeling like changing, and threw a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans over them. The heels were placed in a locker in the back and replaced with comfortable sneakers. Lastly, she picked up a bag she carried to and from work to avoid bringing her purse and double checked to make sure everything was still inside. Keys, wallet, a roll of bills from her tips tonight, makeup, and a small taser she brought along just in case. It wasn't very powerful, mostly just gave a small shock to surprise an attacker. Everything was still in its place so she bid farewell to the few remaining girls and staff and began her trip back to her home.

Tucked away in a dim corner, he sat in silence while sipping on his long island. Nobody ever seemed to notice him, but he took notice of everyone and everything around him. He expected to find just the unsavory types of people to do his bidding and had a worthy selection of potential targets.

Candy was the perfect treat for his type of clientele. Young and overconfident with a touch of naivety. It was always a pleasure to look into the eyes of such prey as they were welcomed into their new reality.

He panned the room in search of the two men he had eavesdropped on the last night. He knew that they would be back and needed to stop them from doing something stupid. With the right maneuvering, he could actually use them to his benefit.

His eyes caught notice of Jake at last, who was honed in on Candy as she danced. He knew that Jake would lead him to Leroy and that time was not on his side.

A waitress approached to refill his drink and he reached into the pocket of his suit coat to produce a card holder. "Keep my drinks coming. Also, give this card to the man in the green shirt at the table over there. Tell him that it is in his best interest to have Leroy give me a call."

The moment the waitress refilled the drink and walked toward Jake's table, he rose quietly from the table. When Jake looked to find him, he would be gone, but the ominous undertone- the fact he knew Leroy's name- would be enough to get them to capitulate. These would be the men he would employ to kidnap Candy.

Leroy and I discussed his plan. Would observe her movements when Candy left the club. For the next few days, we returned to the club, watched some of the other dancers, none of whom were as good as Candy.

One evening we noticed a gentleman, who also seemed interested in Candy sitting at a table by himself. A lttle bit later, the waitress handed Leroy a card with his telephone number scribbled on a napkin, with the words "call me" on it.

Riding home that evening we discussed the stranger. He looked like someone who didn't fuck around. "Better call him Leroy!" When the farmer punched up the number, a deep voice answered.

"What kind of plans to do have for Candy?"

"We're gonna snatch her off the street while she's on her way home."

"That's basicly my plan as well, but we must be vigilant. The police station is only a block away."

"Right!"

"Where are you gonna take her?"

"We were thinking about our farm house."

"I've got a dungeon."

"A dungeon huh."

"Yup."

"We can tie her up in the back of our van and take her to your dungeon."

"But we must be sure there are no cops around!"

"Let me give you our phone number in case you need to call us."

"I know your number....and Leroy you can call me Eric."

"Okay Eric, we'll be in touch."

Ashley continued to work night after night, save for a couple of days off. Each day seemed like the last, but the blonde never lost the thrill she felt of stage. The evidence was the glistening moisture that could clearly be seen whenever she flashed her tight muff. The black lace underware became her favorite and she started to wear them to the club daily.

Although she never really payed any attention to the various patrons that watched her, she began to notice a few familiar faces in the crowd, always present when she was on stage. Deciding that these men were obviously here for her, she began to move closer to them.

First she approached the two farmers, encouraging them to buy a few more drinks and giving them a quick flash of her jiggling breasts to incentivize the pair. With a giggle she wanders back into the crowd of horny men to leave them alone before they could say anything. She didn't honestly care about getting the bar more money, but she loved the idea of flirting with her own little fan club.

Then she found the other face she recognized from the stage sitting alone in the corner of the club. With a grin, she joined him at his table. She walked up and introduced herself before sliding down onto his lap before he could answer her or send her on his way. She remained there for several mi utes, making flirty small talk about everything from the weather to tv shows to the bar to nothing in particular. She simply enjoyed the undivided attention she received from the man, the hungry look in his eyes. As she rose to return to the stage, she let slip that she noticed him watching her for the past few nights. She put on a pouty face and added that they wouldn't be able to see each other for a while. In a couple of days, she would be leaving for a trip back to her home town for a while to take care of her mother, who had fallen ill.

And so the nights continued as they always had, and While Candy continued to see the three men in the crowd of onlookers, she didn't approach them again. She continued to take the same route to and from work each night, wearing the same cloths, never suspecting there could be danger in an area she knew so well. It continued until the night before she was supposed to leave on her trip, a trip she didn't know how long it would last.

Mister E liked to remain as inconspicuous as possible, never giving his real name or drawing more attention to himself than needed. When Candy joined him at his table, he remained collected and acted as any other good customer- playing the part of the lonely and dejected.

He had memorized her routine to the step, able to trace her route home and back to the club. More importantly, he knew the routines of everyone else who would prove important that evening. The police patrols, nosey neighbors and her room mate, who wouldn't miss or report her absence for some time. When devising plans with Leroy and Jake, they were completely oblivious to how these things could get them caught. It was always for this reason that Mister E acted from the shadows and allowed others to take the fall when mistakes were made. This night would proceed with only minor hiccups, however. He provided the two with prods and instructed them on how to use them both to silence and render her unconscious.

He made it clear that they could have what they wanted with an extra monetary reward as long as they did things his way. His plan was about to come to fruition as he nodded in their direction before leaving the club.

I looked at Leroy. "I hope we didn't bite off more than we could chew. Who is this guy Eric? A city slicker, with sinister motives. Could he be a cop? We talked to him over the phone, but what do we really know about him?"

Leroy's face turned ashen. It's too late now. We're hear. Let's go outside and wait, like he said.

Mister E warned the two that Candy/Ashley may have a taser or pepper spray. They would need to catch her completely off guard. One was to initiate a conversation while the other came up from behind. After knocking her out, they would need to promptly carry her down the alley where they'd parked the van. Mister E gave them an address and instructed them to proceed to that location, where he could secure the girl and give the two men their due rewards.

We waited near the alley where Leroy and I had parked the van. It was closing time and we knew our sweet prey would be passing by soon like every night. Sure enough we spotted the sexy skank when come out. I waited out by the curb as Leroy waited in the dark alley. As she walked straight ahead, I smiled when she reached my position. She looked at me guardedly.

"Nice show as usual."

"Well thank you sir. That's very kind of you," she said as she reached in her coat pocket.

When she turned to face me, Leroy came swiftly out of the alley and before she could react tased her on the back of her neck, knocking her out cold. I grabbed her upper arms and Leroy her legs. We carried her limp body to the back of the van. Leroy held onto one of her legs as he unlocked the back door. We heaved her inside, turned her onto her stomach and hogtied her down. Gagging and blindfolding her, we swiftly hopped in the van and drove off.

We had the address Eric had given us. Leroy whooped. "I wanna fuck this slut so bad!"

When I pulled in front of the correct address, I wasn't sure what was happening. "I hope you're right partner."

Ashley came to with a soft groan about half way into the trip. She couldn't remember what had happened but she had a terrible pain in her neck and a pounding headache. She tried to look open her eyes and look around, but found that she couldn't see anything! A piece of fabric had been tied around her eyes! She reached up to remove it when she felt ropes tug against her wrists! Immediately she began squirming, finding herself completely tied. With horror, she found she couldn't move, the knots were to tight. As a last ditch effort, she tried to call out, but a large red ball gag shoved into her mouth allowed only muffled grunts to escape.

"Mmph! Mees mem me mo!" She called out as loud as she could, begging to be released.

She could hear two men talking in front of her in the front seats of whatever vehicle she was riding in, but they didn't seem interested in helping her. Squirming for a few more. Invites, Ashley broke down and began to sob, her tears wetting the blindfold, as she feared the worst from her kidnappers. She waited until the van came to a stop before she really came back to life. As soon as she felt it stop, she began thrashing and screaming into her gag.

The garage door opened slowly as Jake and Leroy watched with caution. The van slowly lurched forward, Ashley's muffled screams complimenting the thuds emitted from her kicking and flailing. She could hear the two men leave the van, the doors closing behind them as their voices became muted. Finally, the back doors of the van swung open and she heard a third voice. "Oh, why don't we take this off..." Suddenly her eyes were met with blinding light and Mister E's face slowly came into focus. "I like to see the look in their eyes." He spoke the words slowly and with a sinister bent as he slowly ran his fingers over her moistened cheek.

Jake and Leroy felt uneasy. It was obvious that this was not Mister E's first foray into this kind of business and they didn't know the depths of his depravity. Mister E turned back to face them and reached inside his suit coat. They recoiled for a short moment in fear until an envelope was produced. "$10,000 as promised. Now, if you will move her down to the dungeon, you will be able to have your fun."

Reality was beginning to set in for Ashley, who now realized that trying to scream, twinge or plead would all be futile. What was happening was not a dream. She couldn't stop it. It was going to happen.

I was awakened by the noise of the door being pushed open ,the metal hinges creaking ,the sound of some one trying to scream through a gag .I knew what was happening as it had happened to me only ,well I really
didn't know how long I had been held captive ,had it been just a couple of days or a week or more .
Being locked up in the dark cell time was of no consequence ,a bed a pail to use as a toilet ,food and water pushed through the opening in the door .I knew whoever it was that had kidnapped me where watching
I could feel their eyes ,when ever I had to use the the pail I could hear some noise ,the humiliation of sitting on it knowing I was being watched was almost to much to bear .
The threat of what they were going to do to me when the time was right ,whatever that meant ,I was to be used as a sex slave .

When I had been snatched ,the comments sent shot of horror through me

Just think man we can do what ever we want to her ,just thinking about it get me hard ,anything we want to the fucking bitch ,

You better cool your jets ,we gotta see what the man says ,he's gonna pay us ,if he changes his mind then all bets are off and she'll be ours .

i lay sobbing in the dark ,listening to the voices ,wondering how long it would be before the threats where carried out ,

We carried our new slave girl through the garage and down to the cellar. "Put her on the table," Eric in his deep voice. "Spread eagle hr so I can cut her clothes off." I looked around and realized we were in a real dungeon.

What was he going to do with her I wondered. Leroy and I just want to fuck her.

Ashley continued to thrash and cry out as the fan came to a stop, true panic overtaking her. She knew she was still dressed in her jeans and tshirt, and she could feel her black lace stripper outfit under them. They hadn't done anything to her yet though she had no idea where her bag or its contents were. With a sense of futility, she hoped they were just kidnaping her for her money. She had more at home, and her parents would give them whatever they wanted to get their baby girl back, and her younger sister, Jessica, who had just turned 18 was planing to join the police. Surely she could help them find Ashley. A different squirm ran through Ashley as she thought of her young sister in a similar position to the one she was in right now. It would look almost identical, except a brunette with a slightly large bust. Maybe it would be better if Jessica didn't help.

She froze in fear when she heard the back door open, knowing her kidnappers were watching her now. She wanted to scream at them, or lash out in what she believes were there positions, but she was too terrified to move.

"Why don't we take this off.."

Ashley heard the words moment before the strip around her head was removed and she was momentarily blinded by the sudden light. Blinking a few times, she was able to open her eyes and see who was tormenting her. Her green eyes bulged as she recognized all three from the bar. She screeched indignantly at them through the gag but they didn't seem to be listening. Instead the one in the middle, the apparent leader, ran his finger along her cheek. She shrunk away from his touch, feeling sick from it.

She saw his wicked grin before he turned back to his cohorts and handed them an envelope. She heard his words and her insides turned to ice. At first she couldn't move, too stunned from the news that she was not only going to be raped, but that this was going to be a seemingly permanent arrangement. She was supposed to leave to take care of her sick parents tomorrow, a two days trip, and hadn't given anyone a return date. Her roommate Emily wouldn't report her absence until it was far too late. No one would notice she was missing for at least two days, maybe more. This was really going to happen!

She felt the hands of the other two men take hold of her to move her, and that was when she came alive. She screamed and flailed like a fish caught on a hook. As much as she could, she tried to hit one of the two and managed it once or twice. It was no use, however, as the two managed to carry her towards her destination, causing her to cry and beg, plead, and bargain through the ball gag in her mouth. Deep inside however, she knew this was happening. She was so focused on escape, she failed to take any notice of where she was, or where she was being carried.

"Your eagerness is admirable," Mister E remarked at Jake and Leroy. "It might be easier to get what you want if she isn't thrashing around though."

He pressed the end of his prod against Ashley's side and sent a searing shock through her rib cage, the pain blinding her to anything else happening around her. For a moment, her tense body relaxed, allowing him to pull her wrists into the restraints on the table.

"You can struggle all you want now," he taunted as he closed the shackles around her wrists. She seemed to obey him perfectly, screaming louder and kicking so violently that she managed to land a blow to Leroy's face.

"Are you going to take that, Leroy?"

Leroy gripped onto her ankles, pulling her legs apart as he moved between them, then dropping them as he brought the back of his hand across her cheek violently. Her vision went entirely red for a moment as she was struck and she was forced once again to relax as her body drew air almost against her will.

Finally she felt a hand on her cheek, that familiar and sinister hand that touched her cheek in the van. Her face was turned and another girl in the cell next to her came into view. "You have two choices," his lips were just next to her ear and his voice was almost comforting as he spoke softly, "accept your fate and learn your place... or don't. Either way, you are looking at what you are going to become." He made the last remark, referring to the girl in the other cell. As Leroy and Jake began cutting her clothes away and making crude remarks about what they found beneath her shirt and jeans, her eyes remained glued to the other girl.

Everything had become a blinding flash when the prod met her skin, numbing her to everything else. When it cleared, she found she could no longer move her arms. She glanced up and saw her arms locked onto cuffs. Tight enough so she couldn't move, but not so tight they hurt. Much. They were also far to strong for her to break.

"Struggle all you want," she heard, and that's exactly what she did. Her legs lashed out, striking one of the men and she felt a small pang of pride at the pain she caused. Her struggles continued until the man she kicked struck her hard across the face. She was dazed again until she felt a touch on the cheek. She tried to turn away but her head was forced to look to a cell next to her room, and the girl within. She heard his speech but only really registered how broken the girl looked, and Ashley wondered how long she'd been there. She also wondered how long it would be until she herself looked like that.

As the two men began to cut away at her cloths, she looked pleadingly at the leader, whimpering softly into the gag and shaking her head no. She begged him to stop as her undergarments came into view, just as pretty as the she had been in the club.

Mister E moved away from the table, allowing Leroy and Jake to continue as they wished, knowing that the implanted thoughts he left on Ashley's mind would force her to pay attention to what he would do next.

He unlocked the door to the cell containing Chloe and she recoiled immediately in fear. Mister E moved across the cell swiftly and gripped a handful of her hair as he stood her up. He pulled on her hair sharply, forcing her to follow him over to the bars of the cell so that she could look out upon Ashley. "I think you should watch this," he said as he bound her wrists to the bars.

He then parted her legs and made sure they would remain apart by placing a spreader bar between her ankles. Before leaving the cell, he mounted a hitachi to her, turning it on so that it could buzz relentlessly against her clit. "You may be surprised by how much you enjoy this, slut. The body doesn't lie. Try not to cum too hard now."

My shift was pulled up leaving me naked from the waist down ,the contraption according to what he said was going to give me orgasms ,as little as I know about sexuality I knew it was practically impossible
for a woman to climax under those conditions .The vibrations where more an annoyance than a turn on ,that was until the the woman in the next cell was tied down and 2 guys began to remove her clothes

Some thing went wrong I knew it was wrong because it turned me on ,seeing her breasts exposed then her pants removed leaving her in panties which followed the rest of her clothes ,a tremor went through
my clit ,my knees buckled slightly as her hips rose from the table , a laugh from close to my ear ,so bitch it lights your board dont it .his finger traced between my legs ,feeling the wetness ,soon my little slut
I'll be taking the cherry's in these holes ,his thumb pressed into my ass .

In the next cell one guy said to the other ,hey you ever see one cunt go down on other ,we got 2 of them here they can ut on quit a show ,eating each other ,they had her completly naked ,running their
hands over her .

Aw man I wanna fuck her and get my cock into her mouth .

Yeah but imagine how hot your gonna be after watching them do each other .Just how the fuck are you gonna talk them into doing that .

We'll use the whip ,beat the shit out of them until they agree to it .

The whip huh ,yeah that might work .

My shift was pulled up leaving me naked from the waist down ,the contraption according to what he said was going to give me orgasms ,as little as I know about sexuality I knew it was practically impossible
for a woman to climax under those conditions .The vibrations where more an annoyance than a turn on ,that was until the the woman in the next cell was tied down and 2 guys began to remove her clothes

Some thing went wrong I knew it was wrong because it turned me on ,seeing her breasts exposed then her pants removed leaving her in panties which followed the rest of her clothes ,a tremor went through
my clit ,my knees buckled slightly as her hips rose from the table , a laugh from close to my ear ,so bitch it lights your board dont it .his finger traced between my legs ,feeling the wetness ,soon my little slut
I'll be taking the cherry's in these holes ,his thumb pressed into my ass .

In the next cell one guy said to the other ,hey you ever see one cunt go down on other ,we got 2 of them here they can ut on quit a show ,eating each other ,they had her completly naked ,running their
hands over her .

Aw man I wanna fuck her and get my cock into her mouth .

Yeah but imagine how hot your gonna be after watching them do each other .Just how the fuck are you gonna talk them into doing that .

We'll use the whip ,beat the shit out of them until they agree to it .

The whip huh ,yeah that might work .

Candy or Ashley looked so delectable in just her panties, my dick was at full length pushing against my shorts. Of course I already knew what this vixen looked like buck naked. I've even seen her clit. That's what got me all hot and bothered the first time I saw her dance.

When Leroy reached out with his meaty hand and ripped her frilly panties , I unzipped my jeans. "Go get her Jake!" Eric urged.

Leroy looked at her open pussy. "Partner since you saw her first you can have the first fuck! I got another idea. Stripping from the waist down the six-foot, one-hundred eight-five pound man climbed on the table and straddled her midsection, I climbed on and pointed my cock directly at her splayed juncture.

She was sobbing and shaking her head no, but remembering how she looked strutting around the stage teasing the men, I didn't feel sorry for her. I pushed my cock toward her pussy. Leroy was pointing his cock downward to her closed mouth. "Open up slut!" When she resisted, Eric reached out and pinched one of her nipples.

Looking down between her legs I swear I saw wetness. This slut was getting turned on by this. I smiled and pushed in, slowly entering her precious cave, a sight I had been jerking off to for a week.

Leroy had his dick in her mouth. Eric was clapping as we began fucking both cavities. I really didn't mean to hurt this lady, so I slowed down a bit. Eric saw that, "Hey fuck the slut good! Leroy make her swallow your cum!"

I could feel my juices rumbling in my balls, and I knew I was going to explode any second now. I heard Leroy gasping as he fucked her mouth faster. I think we both came at the same time.

Eric then looked over at the slave girl in the cage. "Get out here slut, and clean off their cocks!"

Leroy and I smiled wide. We got what we came for.

Ashley's breath came in short gasps as the last of her cloths was torn away from her body, leaving her completely defenseless. Oh god, she thought, this is it! It's really happening! No, no, no! Please someone save me! tears streamed down her face as the first man climbed on top of her and pulled away the gag, intent on having her mouth for his pleasure.

"Open up slut!" He cried but Ashley was intent on anything but. The man pushed his member against her lips, trying to force it, but found no purchase against her defenses. He looked like he was about to strike her again when she instead felt someone take hold of her nipple. Eric squeezed and twisted the nub until she cried out in pain. Leroy took that opportunity to force the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Bite down, I dare you," Leroy warned as she felt his partner take position behind him, Jake's cock gingerly kissing her lower lips as he readied himself to penetrate her too. A moment later, both hard dicks forced themselves inside if her, tearing a scream from her as hey did so. They both buried themselves as far inside the sobbing blonde as they could, holding for a moment to enjoy he feeling of her tight holes before withdrawing and slamming home once more. Ashley could do nothing as her holes were abused, over and over she was forcefully filled to the brim, each thrust accompanied by a scream or sob. At least for the fist few minutes. After a synchronized thrust from the two, Ashley was shocked to hear a gasp escape her lips. Horrified, she could feel herself becoming wet! How? There was way she was enjoying this, but there was no denying the stabs into her vagina were becoming easier and more audible. New sobs joined her cries, these of shame. As the men abused her, she couldn't help but feel aroused, feel jolts of pleasure with every thrust. Her sobs soon became moans, and her screams turned into pleasurable screeches. Even her struggles slowed as part of her wanted to stay until she'd cum, the other part of her furiously telling the first part to shut the hell up! It grew louder as she felt her orgasm approaching, so close from the rape.

The two men weren't interested in if she got off or not however, and before she could peak, the man on top of her grabbed her mouth, pulled it forward and slammed his cock deep inside her with a shout. Less than a second later, she felt strand after strand of his cum shooting down her throat. Ashley gagged but was forced to swallow every last drop of her rapist's white cream. At the same time, she felt Jake speed up and then hilt himself inside her pussy, then felt his warm baby batter spray deep inside her depths, coating her love tunnel. Her stomach turned as she realized with terror that he hadn't used a condom. She could still feel the pulses in her lower belly signifying he was still pumping his seed into her body. Oh god, please don't let me be carrying this bastard's child!

After both men were spent, they pulled themselves from her used body, a bit of cum leaking from her filled pussy to pool on the table under her. She began to cry again, mostly from the fact that she was just rape, but a horrible part of her was also upset she didn't at least get to climax too. Her kidnappers opened up the cell next to her to use the other girl, and she took this opportunity to beg.

"Please," she sobbed meekly, "please let me go. I won't tell anyone, I swear!" Her pleas became louder and more desperate as she began to cry harder. "I have money! Take what's in my purse! I can get you more! My family will pay! Please just let me go!" With that she fell into sobs once more.

As the two rapists moved to the cell to enjoy Chloe, Mister E stayed to taunt Ashley. He lowered his head over hers, breathing softly over her skin as he ran his hand through her hair. "I'm your family now, bitch."

The words stung, but he pressed even farther. "Does your sick mother know how you've been earning a living lately? Do you think that she would really want to know that her daughter is a cock teasing cunt that gets paid to show off her body?"

He slid his hand down her stomach, and began to massage her thigh. "Would she enjoy seeing a tape of you cumming like a true slut right after being raped?" His fingers circled her clit before they slid inside of her, curled up toward her pelvic bone and against her g-spot. He worked her body proficiently and it was obvious he had experience. "You better do what I say, or she is going to know everything. Welcome to reality, bitch. Cum, slut. Show me what a whore you really are."

It was to much ,my mind couldn't comprehend what my eyes where seeing ,and yet in that strange way it excited me ,to my revulsion I climaxed ,the buzzer or whatever it was pressed against my pussy ,his finger
alternately entering my ass and cunt ,I gasped as I went over the top .

Well well my little virgin slut ,it would seem that you enjoyed our little show ,yes your going to make fine whore ,I wonder how many men and women for that matter you can service in a day ,but as I said I'mm going to bust your cherrys but first you have another chore ,not really a chore as it turns out ,your going to eat your new found friend ,your going to lick all cum out of her pussy

Leroy and Eric pulled me to the table where the unfortunate girl had just been raped ,her still spread wide ,the cum puddling between them ,a few lashes from a whip convinced me to obey them ,getting between her out stretched thighs I made my first tentative lick ,it almost caused me to vomit ,a sharp slap to the back of my head made me continue

Ashley shuddered as the mysterious man stroked her hair. An action that should be comforting turned suddenly threatening. His warm breath on her sweat covered skin, his soft, level voice slithered into her ear, twisting its way into the very core of her mind. Hypnotic almost, she seemed to be able to focous on nothin else as he spoke. At the mention of her mother, Ashley briefly snapped out of her trance.

"No..." the poor girl moaned, freash tears forming in her eyes. "I-I'm not...sh-she wouldn't..." Ashley knew her mother would still take her back. Of course she would! Even if she'd never look at her daughter the same way. But oh god, the shame. Her father, what would he think of his little girl? He probably would disown her. And her little sister, Jessica. She thought the world of Ashley. She had to find a way out of this without telling them.

She gasped when she felt his hand reach her thigh, his intentions obvious before he even spoke. The new tears in her eyes began to spill over and she shook her head in protest. As much as she tried to squirm her lower half, she was too tired from her ordeal to fight him off.

"No! God, please, isn't it enough already?!" She cried at the uncaring mastermind. A ragged moan was pulled from her throats as his fingers pushed their way inside of her cream filled hole, searching for her magical spot. She could hear his final order ringing in her ears and she thrashed on the table as he found her g-spot. "No! I'm not a slut! I, ah, w-won't cum for you! I...I..wooOOONNN'T"

Her final protest proved hallow as she came, hard from his magic fingers. Her body tensed, then a surge of juices flushed from her sloppy vagina, forcing out some of Jake's cum, and drenching Eric's hand. Once it was over, she collapsed onto the table and began so sob again. "I'm not a whore..." she repeated meekly, though that had been one of the biggest orgasms of her life.

She wasn't sure how long she remained that way, not even aware of anything around her. It remains so until she hears the sound of leather striking against flesh. She knew she wasn't hit, so she looked around until she saw her two rapists leading the other slave girl into the room, using hard blows from whips to prod her on. Ashley watched the scene unfold until the other girl was forced between her thighs. Realization struck Ashley as the girl gave Ashley her first true girl on girl action. She'd never been against it, but she had never experimented like this before!

"Ah, d-don't!" Ashley whimpered. Her poor pussy had been abused enough. She couldn't take more rape so soon, she believed. A blow to the other girl's head made her continue and so Ashley was once again forced to play spectator to the defilement of her body. She looked the other girl in the eye, at least grateful that the cum was going to be cleaned, though she still worried about being pregnant.

The slave's tongue was inexperienced, but effect, and the girl herself was rather good looking. Ashley looked over her partner's abused body while her own snatch was serviced, liking what she saw. Suddenly, with a pang of horror, she could feel her pussy dampen once more. She tried to stay calm and not let it show, knowing Eric would certainly use it against her.

Mister E laughed at the assertion Ashley was not a whore. "Your lips may lie, but your body can't."

He reveled in her shame, smirking as she became wet once more. "So soon and you are already getting ready to cum again. You know, I wonder if Jessica could last longer than you. I believe so. She isn't a whore like her big sister is." That was when he leaned down again and whispered into her ear. "Put any ideas or intimations of a normal life out of your mind. You will never have one. Either you learn to accept your new fate, or your old life will be completely ruined. Your sister, your mother, your father. Not only will they learn your dark secrets..." he paused to let her process the threat. "You wouldn't want those to be their last thoughts of you. Do you understand me? If so, tell me what you are."

Ashley wanted to protest she was turned on again, but Chloe's tongue darted particularly deep and she squealed in pure pleasure. She knew she couldn't win, so she remained silent on that matter. At the mention of her sister, however, she gasped and stared up at him wide eyed. The thought Of her barely legal sister being raped like she just had been.. it was too much. Ashley shuddered, an image of a young girl, a little shorter than Ashley, with brown hair and lovely D cups bound to the same table Ashley herself was, being raped by scores of men as Eric watched and laughed...

She snapped back when she heard him whisper into her ear again. The promise she would never be free again terrified her, because she believed it, as much as she didn't want to. The threats against her family unsettled her. Who was this man? How did he know so much and how long had he been following her? Why her, she wondered.

Then there was his last command. Tell him who she was. But what did she tell him? Ashley Canes? The college girl who got good grades, helped out around the community and loved her family? Candy, her stage name? Her alter ego that allowed her do live dangerously and do things Ashley couldn't? A nameless whore? That's what he wanted to hear, she knew. But saying that would be givin up, right? Could she betray everything she had ever been?

Stalling, she asked, "why are you doing this to me? What are you going to do to me?"

Mister E ignored her question, choosing only to hold a picture of Jessica in front of Ashley's face. "Now doesn't she look happy?" The picture was of Jessica and a group of her friends- innocent and oblivious to the surveillance they were under.

"From now on, you will remember that I ask the questions. You provide answers. And you might want to get used to the words 'please,' 'thank you' and 'yes sir'"

He ran his hand gently over her cheek again. "Oh, I know this is a difficult transition you are about to go through. It will be as tough as you make it though. The sooner you admit what you are, the sooner we can begin your training. You have a bright future ahead of you, believe it or not."

The picture remained in view- he wouldn't allow her to look away from it. He knew that fear was the most powerful motivation he had at his disposal for the time being and was also prepared to make good on his promises. That his threats weren't idle might be what Ashley found the most terrifying.

"Now, be a good girl and tell me what you are. If you respond correctly, I might just allow you to cum. And don't lie. You want... no... you need to cum."

Ashley stared in horror at the photo shown before. A horror formed mostly from the fact that this man had been watching not only herself, but her entire family for who knows how long. Another helping of fear came from knowing this group likely considered taking Jessica instead of herself. The last, deepest pit of despair was a sinking feeling this might be the last time she ever saw a picture of her sister, unless they continued to torture her with them. She wondered what other pictures they had of her sister, or even of Ashley herself.

Again Eric placed his hand in her, and she could feel her stomach turn. The faux gentleness of the touch only added to her distaste for him. He hadn't answered her though. Transition to what? She had a few ideas, but they terrified her too much to speak aloud. She wondered what kind of training they wanted her to do. Wasn't it enough they could rape her as they wished? What more did they want?

The other slave girl's tongue continued it's work within her young body and as she was forced to stare at her sister's smiling face, she knew what she had to do. If they didn't get what they wanted from her, they would go after Jessica, she had no doubt. If she played along though....hopefully they would leave her family be. Her sister would never know such torment. It was all she had to hope for.

Closing her eyes so she at least wouldn't have to look at him as she spoke, Ashley meekly replied, "please, don't hurt Jessica. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her." She faltered for only a moment before continuing. "I-I'm a whore," she said at last with a steady, if quiet voice. "I need to cum. Please let me cum."

Her words shocked me ,I had been given the opportunity to express the same words ,to say I'm a whore .I lost my train of thought until a savage stroke from the rod brought me back ,I continued to use my
tongue on the unfortunate girl ,never having done this ,slurping up the cum I was uncertain of what was expected of me. A " swallow it bitch " and another searing lash ,I obeyed ingesting the vile tasting
giiz .
Yeah when I fuck her we'll do a video ,lots of screaming ,it'll bring big money ,the voice of the man who had placed the buzzer around my hips spoke ,oh ya she's a virgin ,she belongs to one of those clubs
in campus that pledge to remain chaste until they marry .My cock will be the first up her asshole and twat .
I continued sobbing quietly ,the girl started to squirm as my tongue entered her much to the delight of those watching .Get the camera right in there ,ya right there lots of tongue action ,that's what the client wants

Ashley could only watch the torture of her forced lover, unable to help the poor girl anymore that she was able to help herself. She was grateful that she wouldn't have to carry her rapists cream for long, but felt sorry that someone else would have to carry it, albeit in a different hole. Ashley wondered briefly what the girl was doing here. Was she kidnapped like Ashley had been, and were they blackmailing her too? Or were the videos they were talking about making going to be her blackmail? Would Ashley be included in them?

Ashley's breathing increased, as did her squirming, as the tongue licked every inch of her wet tunnel. Soon, the girl would taste more of Ashley than Jake. Ashley whimpered and moaned, unable to find any distraction from the tongue. She didn't want this. She didn't want whatever Eric had planned for her to happen. She didn't want to stay here anymore. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her family again. But most of all, she wanted to cum! Her pussy was getting so hot, so wet again and she could feel her climax coming like a train.

"Oh god," she whimpered, bitting her lip to try and hold out. "I'm gonna cum!" She whined and thrashed about on the table. Given Eric's penchant for control, she was afraid of what would happen if she came before he accepted her declaration of submission. The appendage in her depths flicked, trying to scrape the jizz off her deepest walls and thrashed inside of her, looking for more. It was unfortunately more than the blonde could handle.

"I'm cumming!" She said, her bite drawing blood from her lip. "I'm cumming!" She repeated, this time a shout as her muscles clenched and a fresh spray of her girl juices squirted into the unfortunate girl's face. Ashley feel back, planting and staring at the ceiling as she caught her breath.

She rose briefly, looking between the valley of her breasts to the girl between her legs, meekly apologizing with a "sorry," before she turned back to Eric to see his reaction.

"Oh, there is nothing you should apologize for, my little whore." Eric ran his hand slowly up her stomach, rounding her breast and then making note of the hardness of her nipple. "Hmm. As I said, the body doesn't lie. You are enjoying this."

He squeezed and kneaded her breast before releasing it and looking Chloe's way. "Looks like this little slut has natural talent," he quipped, gripping her hair and pulling her face into view. "I'd love to break you in, but there is someone who wants your holes intact for now. That doesn't mean you aren't going to learn how to please a man before your time comes." His gaze diverted to the men in the room. "Take this one back to her cell." He then looked at Ashley. "As for you, Miss Candy Canes. It's time to get you cleaned up. I surely can't attract any offers with you looking like this. Though, I do think we shall have to do something about that name..."

((OOC: I am heading out of town for the holidays. I may not be able to respond for the next 4-5 days, or my responses might be limited. Enjoy your holidays and I'll look forward to seeing you all when I return!))

((I understand. I'll be gone till after Christmas too. Hope you enjoy yourself! ^^))

Ashely wanted to say something had he toyed with her breasts, but she didn't dare cross him, and, as much as she hated to admit it, it did feel rather nice. When he left her chest, both her nipples were hard, aching for more attention, much to her embarrassment. Seems he was right. She was enjoying this, though she still tried to deny it to herself, believing that she couldn't help herself so it didn't count.

She watched and whimpered as he drug Chloe off the floor. "Please don't hurt her," Ashley pleaded quietly, not sure if Eric even heard her. Instead, he sent the poor slave girl away and ordered Ashley cleaned up. It was the first good thing she'd heard since she left work today. She felt disgusting and wanted nothing more than a hot shower to wash away the day's indiscretions. She was curious about the 'offers' she was supposed to attract. As she feared, it seemed she was going to be sold, but to who and how? She shuddered and imagined pictures and videos floating across the internet, a seemingly innocent porn video who's true purpose would be to sell the poor girl to those who knew how to buy her. The only other thing she could imagine was being dragged, naked and in chains, up to an auction block. Forced to stand and be sold like a piece of furniture, with fast talking caller and faceless audience bidding on her very life.

The remark about her name sent shivers down her spine, but she remembered what Eric had said before about language so she lowered her eyes and said, "yes, S-S...sir. Thank you." She could barely bring herself to say the words, and it clearly showed.

I just couldn't get a handle on what was going on ,being forced to give another girl oral ,hearing about being sold ,didn't they know it was against the law to sell people ,I realized how ludicrous that thought was
being kidnapped and raped was also against the law but that hadn't stopped them ,I was pulled from between her legs ,a finger went deep into my anus .

Hey none of that shit ,she's worth way to much to have you guys fuck around with her ,in fact the both of them will bring a a large fortune ,those Arab types love blond haired blue eye sluts and the virgin
is worth her weight in gold ,the other one a little less but still she'll bring a huge amount ,so let them get cleaned up and if you fuck with them so help me I'll cut your nuts off .Is that understood

The others nodded meekly replying yeah we get it .

We where both led off to a shower room ,given soap and other toiletries ,the hot water felt so good ,I wanted to stay in and forget about what was going on,but all to soon the water stopped ,leaving the shower
given towels by the leering guards ,I was so humiliated ,I wanted to die .

When I saw the other babe with the big tits sucking out my cum from the dancer's cunt, my cock grew again, and from what I could see Leroy was stroking his cock. I looked around when I heard Eric taunting the two, that they were to obey him. My intention was not to physically hurt them, but Eric or Mr. E as I came to find out had an authoritative tone, and as I thought before he was not to be fucked with. Leroy and I were just a couple of country bumpkins. So I waited for his instructions.

Towelling dry under the gaze of The two guards ,Jake stepped behind me ,I heard the unmistakable sound of zipper ,he hands came over my shoulders cupping breasts ,his hard penis pressing between my bum cheeks .

Babe ,what I wouldn't give to shove my cock up your ass ,nobody would know ,its not like you got a cherry up there . Jake ,leave her be you dumb fuck you want to get us killed ,Mr.E aint nobody to fuck with .

Jake laughed but moved away ,if I had the money I'd buy this bitch and fuck her until my cock fell off ,then after she made me a fortune making videos I'd rent her cunt out until she's only good for snuff movies .

Leroy snorted ,yeah keep dreaming ,you better stick to What Mr.E lets you have ,what do ya bet some body buys these as a pair .
Anyway what makes you so sure he's gonna sell these two ,he might keep them around for himself

Jake shrugged ,ya just never know with him

Ashley was blindfolded before she was pulled from the table by several strong pairs of hands holding her still. A meaningless effort. She didn't have the energy or will to fight right now. Despite her complacency, she was still bound with plastic arm cuffs from the back and a ankle cuffs attached to each other with a chain too short for her to do anything but shuffle slowly forward. Blind, she was led down various halls and she suspected they backtracked to confuse her. Soon, however, she could hear the sounds of running water and she knew they reached their destination.

She expected to be freed from her vondage to shower, but instead she was pushed under a stream of hot water. Though the water felt nice, it couldn't seem to rinse away the feeling of her rapists touch against her skin, or the feelings inside of her aching pussy. She felt two people begin to wash her, one her hair, the other her body, and neither shy of getting in a grope or pinch just to hear her squeal. Too soon for the poor dancer's liking, she was pushed back out of the water and left to stand, naked, drenched, and shivering. when was left only for a minute before someone began to dry her off roughly. Listening as they worked, she could hear the man who fucked her and the girl from before.

She listened to the terrible things he said andnwas frightened. She had heard him before, about being sold or serving Eric, and given the choice between the two, she would have chosen death. But now, listening to him talk about how hard they would be used and a possiblity of how her life would end, Ashley felt tears stinging her eyes behind the blindfold.

Wanting to help the frightened girl, Ashley called out, "please, leave her alone! Haven't you done enough yet?!" She was rewarded with a smack from the person drying her for daring to speak out of line.

I recoiled at the sound of the smack ,the uummf and tears ,she had tried to protect me as I'm sure she figured out that the men where taking liberty's with me as they where her .I was still deathly afraid
of Jake's threat to "ass fuck me " as he called it ,I wasn't so naive that I didn't know what it meant ,though I had very little sexual experience ,well truth be told ,none it had been part of the girl talk
to discuss various ways we would satisfy our husbands when the time came that we married ,when anal was mentioned to a girl all exclaimed loudly and strongly that it would never happen to them ,
practically all thought sex should be for procreation ,not for pleasure .
Dry we where led back down the hall into a room furnished with 2 beds ,chairs a table but little else .Plates of food and containers with water where brought in .Every time the toe Leroy and Jake brought
anything into the room they would force us to stand ,pull up the shifts that had been provided ,run their hands over us making snide remarks .Jake took his cock out pressing it against me ,aw poor little virgin
he would sneer ,then push his finger into me ,I want to fuck you so bad ,it never failed to set off the water works ,it seemed my sobbing was some thing they enjoyed