want to be kidnapped and had fun with

[kinkynancy]

i need a man to fulfill my fantasy of kidnapping me and then tying me up and play raping me till i cum even use me as there breeding machine if they want. mmmmmmmm sound like fun guys. kinky nancy

[submissivewife]

Kinkynancy...if you are looking for a dom please post a personal in the Personals Forums. This is for role playing.

[Warbaby1943]

i need a man to fulfill my fantasy of kidnapping me and then tying me up and play raping me till i cum even use me as there breeding machine if they want. mmmmmmmm sound like fun guys. kinky nancy

Just wanted to say welcome to the forums. Let us know if your fantasy comes true, won;t you?

[Sir Phallus]

Well, Nancy, a girl like you surely deserves the harshest treatment mmmmm.

[Avralivia]

i think many of us have that fantasy dont we ?

I know i certainly do, and intend to do a controlled version of it as soon as i can

[Warbaby1943]

i think many of us have that fantasy dont we ?

I know i certainly do, and intend to do a controlled version of it as soon as i can

Do tell us about it then, won't you?

[wkcbitch]

i think many of us have that fantasy dont we ?

I know i certainly do, and intend to do a controlled version of it as soon as i can

I CERTAINLY do tooooooooooo!

[Warbaby1943]

I CERTAINLY do tooooooooooo!

I'm close. Tell me when.

[wkcbitch]

I'm close. Tell me when.

I dont have kids on Friday nights.........

[Warbaby1943]

I dont have kids on Friday nights.........

Damn. I'm not allowed out at night.

[wkcbitch]

Damn. I'm not allowed out at night.

Awwww! Got me all excited for nothing!

[Warbaby1943]

Awwww! Got me all excited for nothing!

So sorry.

[sub_karla]

i know i do.... and i would like to be bred and kept high on coke while dozens of men abuse me and use me to dump their cum into all mu holes! mmmmmm

[Sir Phallus]

One minute you were having a quiet stroll...

The Next...

Bundled into the back of a van, you struggle valiantly but uselessly against the ropes which tightly bind you, as I push the ball-gag into your pretty little mouth, which I tell you is really only good for one thing.

Cutting open your clothes and tearing them off, you are soon reduced to a torn t-shirt and panties. You continue to squirm helplessly, making my cock harden.
You hear me speaking through my mobile, saying about "coke" as your eyes widen, your pretty face highlighted by the bright red ball-gag.

I grab you and slip a collar around your neck, "Karla" it says on it, as the van arrives at a remote farmyard...

[Sir Phallus]

BTW Collar could also have "Nancy" on it, or perhaps more than one van has arrived at the farm?

[gwaigwai30]

oh ....
the opening of Sir's writing turns me on...

[fantazmaster]

Hmmm,wonder why this thread died off last summer.The farm is large and can accomodate many vans without a problem.That is good because there are quite a few cars and trucks parked around the yard of the farmhouse indicating a large crowd.
Inside one of the barns,the crowd of men are waiting impatiently,sitting,talking laughing and swapping stories of past adventures here on the farm.One of the men looks out towards the farmhouse and announces in a loud voice,the words they have all been waiting for 'The vans are arriving!" The men drift towards the doors,jockeying for the best position in order to view the new arrivals as they are brought in from the vans.........

[Beatrice]

Ashley Walker, an athletic young woman captured sweaty and a little dirty in her soccer uniform after practice, was gagged and tied up in the back of one of the vans. Her finely muscled legs strained against the ropes which bound her calves as she moaned pitifully into her gag, hoping for mercy as she felt the van come to a stop.

[fantazmaster]

As the van containing the well secured Ashley pulls to a stop in large yard of the farmhouse,a group of men step down from the front porch of the farmhouse.Leading this group of a dozen men is a tall,well muscled man that all the others address only as "Boss". Boss walks to the back doors of the van containing Ashley and cautiously opens the left hand door,then peeks inside
to insure Ashley is still well secured.Noting her soccer outfit and sweaty appearence,Boss says with an almost gleeful expression"Well gentlemen,looks like we have us another female athlete." he pauses as Ashley squirms and struggles against the expertly tied ropes,then continues "You all remember that tall female runner that almost got away last month.Well this time that better not happen."
The Boss points to the three men closest to him and says "All three of you take her to the house and get her ready for the grand entrance.Instead of the usual handcuffs,collar and leash,this one I want secured with an armbinder and let's
use those ankle shackles with the very short chain.Now just as an extra precaution,so you guys arent spending half the night chasing this one all over Hell's half acre,lets use that extra set of shackles secured just above her knees.Then I want her collared with three leashes attached with one of you
holding one of the leashes behind her." One of the thre asks "Boss,you want us to wash her down while we are getting her ready,she's covered in sweat?"
Bos chuckles and says "No need for that,a few minutes after we bring her and the others onto the barn she'll just be sweaty all over again." This brings a knowing laugh from the group of men as they watch the three men grab Ashley and pull her from the van.

[Beatrice]

Ashley flails wildly as she men take hold of her and carry her from the van. She whimpers and grunts in protest beneath her tight gag, trying to beg, plead, demand, whine, say anything and everything she can think of to get out of this. Her sticky, sweaty skin almost crawls at their touch, goosebumps moving up her bare, muscular arms and legs. She closes her eyes tightly and begins to cry quietly as she waits for the men to carry out their orders.

[fantazmaster]

The three handlers picked by Boss,appear somewhat amused at how furiously Ashley attempts to thrash and struggle against them as their three pairs of strong hands grab hold and firmly remove her from the van.Unfortunately for Ashley,these three have over 60 years of combined experience in the corrections world ,with handling the most violent female inmates.

Ashley's eyes widen as big as saucers as she sees one of the men opening a rather large,black cloth sack.In seconds,the handlers have her inside the cloth sack and quickly secure the lock on the steel cable that closes off one end.

The three allow Ashley to struggle about helplessly for a few minutes,knowing that her struggles and the adrenalin coursing through her veins will help wear her resistance down.Finally ,Ashley's struggles against the confines of the unyielding fabric cease and the handlers slide a steel rod through a loop in the top of the sack.two of the handlers take positions at either end of the rod and lift it up and with their highly resistant cargo well secured proceed towards the farm house.Ashley's only sign of resistance to her confinement at this point is the series of "mmmmmphs" issuing from her well gagged mouth.
The third handler runs ahead and opens the door to the basement of the farm house and the two handlers proceed carefully down the steps with the
sack containing Ashley ,spinning in a dizzying series of spins in response to the handlers coordinated steps.
The third handler then opens a solid metal door with the Number 18 painted on it.Holding the door open,his two companions enter the small chamber like room with their cargo and carefully lower the sack to the floor.The third handler then locks the door from the inside as his companion handlers begin
laying out Ashley's restraints for her appearence in the barn.
One of the handlers then unlocks the confinement sack and Ashley is removed from its dark confines.The handlers help her stand up,as she looks around the small chamber like room,with her eyes blinking against the bright ,overhead lights.She is not allowed very long to look around the small chamber as the handlers place her face down on a long wooden table and quickly secure her ankles in a set of wooden stocks that encircle and hold her ankles a few inches apart.Her neck is secured in a similar wooden stock with the top portion locked in place behind her neck.A thick,leather belt cirles her lower back just above the hips ,holds her midsection firmly in place.
Before proceding further with cutting Ashley's clothes off of her and applying the restraints for her trip to the barn,one of the handlers removes Ashley's gag from her mouth,with the knowledge that the chamber was soundproof.It
is a real point of interest to the handlers to hear the various threats,protests and protests,as they prepare the females for the barn.

[Beatrice]

For her first few moments in the cellar, Ashley was too dizzy and blinded to do much of anything. She had just been carried in an actual sack and now she was being strapped to a table to be abused in all sorts of ways. Her body was still shining with sweat and her damp hair was plastered to her forehead in the front and quite tossled in the back. Her shorts had ridden up over her muscular thighs, now showing the bottom of her round ass cheeks and all of her muscular thighs. Less interestingly, her socks had also ridden down to reveal her shinguards and more of her shapely calves.

The first thing Ashley did when the gag came out of her mouth was to promptly vomit. The second thing she did was to tell the men capturing her what they already knew. "This is kidnapping. They're going to rape me. Don't you understand, this is rape? You have no right to do this. Let me go now and I promise I won't turn you in. I promise! Come on! This has gone too far already!" As Ashley protested, she screamed and cried, tears pouring down onto her vomit on the floor as her pretty eyes closed tightly. She was a pitiful, sobbing wreck. Eventually, her sobs and wails drowned out her attempts to speak and she was simply a shrieking, sobbing mass of human misery.

[fantazmaster]

The handlers observe Ashley's inability to speak,knowing that this is a sure sign her resistance has worn down considerably from her furious attempts at resistance a few minutes before removing her from the van.The handlers then set about her further preparation for her grand entrance to the barn.

The first handler walks over to the face down Ashley with a pair of razor sharp stainless steel scissors and in a few swift cuts has her soccer jersey and shorts
reduced to a few scraps of fabric which are easily removed.He then cuts the back strap on her sports bra and pulls it out from under her,with her panties being the last victim of his scissors.
The other two handlers then position themselves on either side of Ashley's midsection as the first handler cuts through the expertly tied ropes binding her wrists.The two handlers grab Ashley's now freed arms with firm grips as the third handler positions the armbinder in place on Ashley's back.He then begins to secure the multiple straps of the armbinder as the other two handlers continue to hold Ashleys arms firmly in place.
Once Ashley's arms are well bound with the armbinder,two of the handlers move to her ankles and secure the ankle cuffs to each ankle.A short length of chain is attached to the inside D-rings on each ankle cuff,a length short enough to insure Ashley can only take half steps when walking.
Noting the muscular shape and strength of Ashley's legs,the senior handler
says"let's not take any chances with this one,we'd better use an extra chain"
The second handler retieves the second chain and it is secured to a second set of D-rings on the ankle cuffs.Satisfied the ankle cuffs are well secured,they move to place thigh cuffs a few inches above Ashley's knees.
These thigh cuffs are also secured with two seperate short lengths of chain
which will reinforce the half step induced by the ankle cuffs.
The third handler retrieves the thick,black leather collar and positions it around Ashleys neck.Once in position ,he secures the buckle at the back of Ashley's neck,checking carefully for a snug fit.Once buckled,the handler inserts the shank of a small padlock onto the buckle and locks it in place.
The three chain metal leashes are then attached to the collar with a D-Ring on the left and right front side of the collar and the third attached to the very back of the collar.The senior handler looks over their well secured charge,then reaches for his cell phone on his belt,hitting the walkie-talkie button he says "Boss,we got Miss Soccergirl,all ready for the barn." The tinny voice of Boss replies "Ok,we got three more vans coming in,so keep her comfortable in there and I will let you know when to bring her out."The senior handler acknowledges and places the cell phone on his belt.
"Might as well get her up and let her get used to her restraints" orders the senior handler "Lets walk her around some." The three handlers grin,as they know this will bring another round of protests from Ashley as she learns to
navigate with her restraints.

[wolfs_lilgirl]

that sounds like fun

[Beatrice]

"Wait!" Ashley screams as the first handler starts to cut her small shorts. "I need those. I'll still need those when this is over. They're really hard to replace. Just let me strip and fold my clothes up. I promise not to try anything. I'm not stupid. There's two of you and I'm in this locked room. It isn't much to ask, is it, considering? You've kidnapped me. You or someone is going to rape me in the barn. Just let me take off my own clothes first? It's such a little thing to you but it'll be a big hassle for me when this is over."

As Ashley's clothes were cut off, her tan lines were clearly revealed. They weren't clear lines like one would see on a girl used to bathing suits. It was sort of a gradual shift from her fair, white buttocks to her tanned, dark, muscled leg, showing where the shorts sometimes road up, exposing her thighs to more sun than her tush.

"Just let me stretch my arms first." Ashley says, straining against the stocks in which her head is firmly positioned as the men move to bind her arms, forcing the powerful limbs together from the elbows down. "Ow! That hurts! Oh, shit. Oh, shit..."

"At least get me a glass of water." Ashley says, her last request before she goes silent and waits to be releashed from the stocks, naked in collar, shinguards, socks and cleats and marched around. However, just as the men move to move her, she asks a simple question. "Why me?"

[fantazmaster]

The senior of the three handlers walks over to Ashley and holds a sports bottle up to her mouth ordering her to open her mouth if she wants water.Ashley immediately opens her mouth and the handler begins to squeeze the sports bottle.While Ashley is being given the water the senior handler says”Boss should be by in a few minutes, as he always likes to look over things before we start moving to the barn.
You can ask him “why me” when he comes in here.If he is feeling generous,he may just answer that for you.”

The senior handler allows Ashley a few more squirts of water,with a too generous squirt spilling from her mouth and traveling downwards
between her unprotected breasts.Ahley instinctly starts to wipe away the water ,but the unyielding grip of the multistrap armbinder prevents this.Noting the look of frustration on Ashley’s face the senior handler,putting away the sports bottle says”Lets walk you around some more, as you still don’t have quite the hang of taking those half steps.” Ashley,face reddening visibly with anger and frustration at her
restraints, begins taking careful half steps as she tries to balance her
pace between taking as big a step as possible without the series of chains ,running between her ankles and knees ,almost causing her to stumble.

Once Ashley finds her pace with the ankle and knee restraints,her whole body flushes an even deeper red as the second handler approaches with a long,flexible metal rod and instructs “That’s it,you have got the pace down.Now,lean forward slightly and hold that ass out as you walk.” Ashley gives the second handler a look that could kill,but undaunted the handler taps Ashley’s ass with the metal rod
and says “ Come on,you know how to do it,hold that ass out.” The handler taps Ashley’s ass a bit harder and she extends her ass out in compliance with his instructions.”Now,keep your back straight but lean forward slightly” the handler instructs “Now start walking.That’s it,oh yes, those tits are swaying very nicely” he comments as the other two handlers look on Ashley’s new posture with looks of appreciation.

Ashley spends several more minutes,walking in circles around the chamber like room and her anger is rekindled each time the handler
taps her with the rod and has her correct her posture.Her humiliation
approaches the boiling point several times as she hears the handlers
discussing her body among themselves ,as she makes her way around the chamber.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the door to the chamber being unlocked,and she looks towards the door,hoping in the back of her mind that it is a rescuer.Her hopes are quickly dashed as Boss enters the chamber and looks Ashley over carefully.One of the handlers says
“Boss,she is asking “why me?” Boss sighs and says ‘Well,don’t they all?” The handlers all laugh and nod in agreement as Boss turns to Ashley and says “Why me.hmmm as if you didn’t know.I am just willing to bet ,you know full well how you wound up here.”

[fantazmaster]

Boss looks over the clipboard he brought in tucked under his arm,with senior handler looking over his shoulder,Boss loos back at the senior handler and says "see?" The senior handler nods knowingly and says "Tease of the year,this one."

Looking up at Ashley Boss says 'Lady,we have gotten numerous reports about you from allsorts of folks.I have seen my share of teases in my time,but if even half of these reports are true,then you may well could win the Tease of All time award!" Boss notices Ashley's wide eyed look of horror as she comprehends what he has just told her.Bos continues "Lets start with those health clubs you go to,not just one club but three.Seems you always manage to show up in some low cut spandex oufit and then love to play that
"Hey look at these, boys game and then go running off to the manager's office all pissed off when they do look." He says with a stern look as Ashley struggles against her armbinder "Well missy,all those men in the barn will now get a full view,which I am sure you will just hate,because you can't dangle them
around and then go running off."
Boss looks at his clipboard again and says "Well,Well ,also how many times have you been seen flashing then.Apparently ,you have gotten to be quite the regular doing that and some of your flashees got your tag number.You ought to know flashing truck drivers at red lights is a very,very bad game to play."
"Then" Boss continues "We have quite a few reports of the clubs you visit where you sit there and let guys buy you drinks,all the while purring all sorts of promises of one sort or another.Then,just before closing time you go right past the Ladie Room and out the backdoor to the parking lot." Boss continues 'Well as you will see there is no back door here!"

[Beatrice]

Ashley was shaking with fear and humiliation now. Her athletic legs, which her captors had worried enough about to bind again and again, were wobbling like rubber. Her face was bright red. She grimaced as the rod was used to correct her posture, presenting her full womanly breasts and ass. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit. This isn't happening. This isn't real." she muttered to herself as she was paraded around the preparation room in bonds, socks, cleats and shinguards. She sure wished she had something to guard the other parts of her anatomy!

"How the...I mean...reports from who? How many girls are here and...and...well..you'd better by me a new uniform when you're done with me!" Ashley was really just hoping she'd ever be released. She was traumatized by her capture, her humiliation and her impending rape. But the destruction of her clothes gave her something to wrap her mind around, something small that she could deal with and talk about as she awaited her time in the barn.

[fantazmaster]

Boss and the trainers all grin, listening to Ashley's questions and her demands that they buy her a new uniform.Boss replies "Buy you another uniform? I have heard it all now" he said with a sterness in his voice "Let me put it to you this way Miss Tease,whether you get a stitch of clothing again will depend on how well you cooperate with us.I can tell you,you are not off to a real good start in that department!In fact we have a few gentlemen waiting in the barn that just love to take the more feisty types like you and make this a very permanent arrangement!"

Seeing the look of sheer panic in Ashley's eyes and the trembling in her well toned legs,Boss continues "now you do not have to worry how many other women are going to the barn with you.Just take my word we have quite a few
and we will march you in one at a time when we are ready.now we have set things up so that the center of the barn is well lit and as you are marched in for all to see,well some of the gentlemen you have been teasing will be standing to either side watching from the darkness,savoring every moment of this come uppance of yours.You will have no idea who they are as the spotlights are very bright where you will lead in.But be assured Miss Tease,they will be there watching and waiting their turn with you!"

[Beatrice]

"Permanent? Oh, shit. Oh, God...please..." Ashley gasped. She began to sob almost uncontrollably, her fatty breasts heaving as her breath came it rabid bursts. Her legs kicked almost instinctively, tugging on their tight chains and causing her to stumble and almost fall. She looked at her captors with pleading, truly despairing eyes. "Please, I...I'm only talking about the uniform because I need to think about something, anything, but what's about to happen. I just want to get through this. For the love of God, I just want to get through this. If I can just get through this, I won't ask for a new uniform. I won't tell anyone what happened. I'll never tease again. Just talk to me until it's time to go in there."

Ashley shifted her feet a little as she regained her balance. Her socks were sliding down over her shinguards and her cleats were digging into the floor. She really was a complete wreck. "It doesn't have to be the uniform. Anything you want. Just talk. Please. Please."