This story includes elements not appropriate for some readers, including, but not limited to: strong language and graphic depictions of abduction, and rape. It qualifies as pornography, and as such, should not be read by minors, or by anyone who feels that they might be offended by such content. The author most definitely does not condone the real life perpetration of acts depicted in this story, unless they are carried out with the full consent of all parties involved, and that is a highly unlikely scenario.

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ABDUCTION NO. 2

The taking of Anna-Maria Svenson.

When Anna-Maria Svenson left home early on that Friday evening for a sleepover with her best friend Lynsey, she had a broad smile on her face. It was four days before they brought her back home again, and by then nobody felt much like smiling, Anna-Maria least of all. Her life had changed forever.

The pretty 16 year old was dressed casually enough when she walked out of the house, a pair of scuffed jeans and a baggy sweater. But the clothes she’d secreted away in her overnight bag had been anything but casual, particularly the underwear. Tiny scraps of bright red satin, barely large enough to cover her sexy bits and certainly small enough to have given her mother a heart attack if she’d set eyes on them. And if her mother had spotted the denim skirt and halter-top combination that had been selected to go with the underwear, Anna-Maria would rightly have been grounded for a month. Yes, her life might have turned out so differently if only her mother had bothered to check out that bag.

Unsurprisingly for a sixteen year old, the problem was guys, or in Anna-Maria’s case one particular guy. Todd Backman played wide receiver on the college football team, and as such was considered a prime catch by the local girls, seventy-five inches of athletic ‘hunk’. Tonight Todd and his buddies were taking the girls to ‘Big Jim’s Blues Bar’, a music joint out on the edge of town.

It was the first time Todd had shown any interest in Anna-Maria, to be honest he’d hardly noticed her until the last few weeks. He’d been otherwise engaged, working his way steadily through the cheerleader team. But everything about Anna-Maria fitted his image perfectly. Tall for her age, she was nicely-stacked, with natural, (he hoped), long blonde hair, and a vivacious personality. He reckoned she’d look good on his arm and enhance his romantic reputation even further. When Todd Backman crooked his little finger, he expected the chicks to come running, and most of the time that’s exactly what they did.

What interested him most about Anna-Maria though, were the persistent rumours that she was still a virgin. Todd Backman had always considered himself a bit of a stud; ‘a collector of cherries,’ was the way he described it. Basically he was a self-centred asshole with all the wit and charm of three-day roadkill.

But none of this concerned the girls tonight; they chattered excitedly to each other as they waited for Caroline to arrive. As far as Lynsey’s parents were aware the boys were taking them to the movies; the latest ‘Star Wars’ was showing at the drive in. Even they would have drawn the line at ‘Big Jim’s’. It had a dubious reputation to say the least; situated as it was on the uptown/downtown border, attracting its custom from both sides of the tracks.

Caroline’s parents dropped her off ten minutes later and the three girls disappeared upstairs to get changed. It turned out that Anna-Maria’s outfit wasn’t so different from the other two after all, right down to the minimal nature of their underwear. Only the colours were different. The denim skirt that Anna-Maria wore had been short enough when she bought it, and she’d grown another couple of inches since then. On her it left little to the imagination, Anna-Maria felt it made her look sexy; Todd Backman would have said the word was irresistible; but once he’d got a couple of drinks inside him, any female between the ages of twelve and fifty looked that way to him. Maybe asshole was too polite a word to use about him.

The guys arrived shortly after eight, a few minutes early. The girls should have kept them waiting, but they were still young, and inexperienced where dating was concerned. They rushed out of the house, tumbling into the car before Lynsey’s parents had time to comment on the length of their skirts; or, to be more precise, the lack of length.

Todd was doing the driving tonight, which meant that Anna-Maria had the front seat to herself. Lynsey and Caroline crammed into the back with his buddies who introduced themselves as Mike and Hal. Now she’d got a good look at them, Anna-Maria felt sure she’d got the best deal of the three. Even when Todd’s hand dropped onto her knee right away she didn’t let it bother her too much. When the hand began to work its way up her thigh she dropped her own hand on top of his, effectively barring any further progress for the moment.

Fifteen minutes later they were pulling into the parking lot at ‘Big Jim’s’. It seemed busy, even for a Friday night; the nearest parking space was forty yards away, on the far side of the lot. Getting in wasn’t a problem, though the doorman had a good look at the girls and must have known they were under age. But as soon as he realised they were with Todd and his buddies, he waved them straight through.

Inside the bar, a table was waiting for them on the edge of the dance floor, not far from the bar. Certain perks came with Todd’s sporting success, and a regular table at ‘Big Jim’s’ on a Friday night was one of them. The three girls were duly impressed. They didn’t realise that to Todd and his friends, they were little more than tonight’s table decoration, that they’d be expected to put out before the evening was over.

The first drinks arrived, and were quickly poured into the girls, more to loosen up their morals than their tongues. By the time they got out onto the dance floor and began to strut their stuff, they were already over confident and getting giggly. Naturally their outfits and behaviour got them noticed by a lot more guys than Todd and his buddies. Back in the far corner of the bar, four coloured guys were watching them with particular interest.

‘I see Backman’s exhibiting his latest batch of broads again,’ said one. The tall one grunted; he’d been watching them as well.

‘I’ll swear his women get younger every week,’ he replied, ‘ not one of those cunts is old enough to be in here legally. Jailbait all three of them.’

‘Only if you get caught,’ came the reply. The thought was enough to keep them all quiet for several minutes as they watched the girls gyrating provocatively across the dance floor, bumping and grinding to the nusic like three whores on heat.

‘Damn,’ said one of them at last; echoing the thoughts of at least half the guys in the bar, ‘what I wouldn’t give to fuck one of those little cunts.’

‘Where would you do it?’ came the question.

‘Right between their fuckin’ legs, where else would you want to do it?’ The answer broke the brittle tension around the table; they laughed, and ordered another round of drinks before going back to watching the action on the dance floor. Once the drinks arrived, they took a good slug, and inevitably the conversation rolled around to the girls again.

‘No, I’m serious. If we could get one of them on her own, where could we take her? Somewhere quiet, where we’d have all the time in the world to fuck her without having to worry about the noise she makes?’

Suddenly three of them were looking at the fourth; the well built guy, whose gold tooth flashed dully in the bar-room lights every time he opened his mouth.

‘Why you lookin’ at me?’ He asked.

‘You still got the keys to that place down by the rail yards?’ asked the tall one. ‘You know, where we used to strip down those motors?’ Gold tooth nodded, there were a couple of offices down there as well; close to the workshop, where they sometimes used to bed down for the night. It would be quiet on a Saturday night, certainly quiet enough for their purpose.

‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I got the keys with me. It’s a bit of a mess down there, but it’s quiet enough.’ He looked at the girls and thought about it for a moment before turning back to the tall one. ‘You serious about this?’ He asked, ‘could mean big trouble if we got caught.’

‘Just thinking out loud,’ said the tall one, ‘it’s those hot little cunts out there on the dance floor. They’re disturbing me, they got my balls itching that’s all.’

‘You ‘n me both bro’, don’t have to be just those three though, any hot bitch we come across will do, as long as we can take her clean. We keep our eyes open, that’s all we can do; if we corner one on her own we’ll have to move quick. You all up for this?’

He gazed across the table, staring down each one of them in turn, waiting until each of them had nodded his assent before moving on to the next.

‘Okay,’ he said at last, ‘so the hunt is on. Now all we need to do is find some hot young cunt and persuade her to entertain us for a while.’ The conversation slowed, and their gaze flowed back across the dance floor, settling on the three short-skirted girls gyrating hotly to the house band. They were dancing in short, energetic bursts, a couple of numbers and then back to the table for a breather and another drink. It never occurred to them to ask what they were drinking, or how come their glasses were always full to the brim. They just knocked it back and continued with the pretence that they weren’t children any more. They were big girls now, women of the world; it was all an illusion.

Anna-Maria was the first to react to the Ketamine, but then she’d been given a bigger dose than the other two girls. Todd had wanted to make damn sure of her when he made his play, sure that he’d be able to fuck her without too many problems. Next time Anna-Maria came back to the table she stumbled slightly, and seemed to be having trouble focussing her eyes.

‘You okay?’ Asked Todd. He’d been watching her closely, waiting for the first reaction to show. ‘You look a bit pale babe.’

‘I feel dizzy,’ she admitted, ‘it’s so hot in here. I could do with a bit of fresh air.’ She tried to stand up and stumbled again, knocking over her drink and holding on to the table for support. Todd was at her side instantly, slipping his arm round her waist and supporting her.

‘Come on then,’ he said, ‘I think I’d better get you outside.’ He looked at the others sat round the table and grinned at his buddies. ‘This isn’t going to take very long, I should be back in fifteen minutes or so.’

At the back of the bar, the four coloured guys watched them go. One by one they finished their drinks and slipped outside, splitting into two groups and watching Todd Backman as he walked away with his arm round the girl. He turned right and walked down the side of the building, heading for the emergency exit. Set back in the wall, it provided a dry and shadowy haven, and more than a few of Todd’s young ladies had lost their virginity in its shadows, willingly or otherwise. Anna-Maria wasn’t impressed and tried to pull away.

‘Can’t we go back to the car,’ she said, ‘I really don’t feel well.’

Todd ignored her, pushing her back into the shadows and pinning her up against the wall. He started kissing her right away, his tongue filling her mouth as one hand moved down and began to toy with her breasts. Caught by surprise, her reactions slowed by the drug in her system, Anna-Maria still tried to pull away from him, but Todd was too strong for her. As far as he was concerned, this little cunt was going nowhere, not until he’d fucked her for the first time. His hand slid down to her belly and worked its way back up to her breasts, underneath the halter-top this time. Anna-Maria gasped as she felt his hand squeeze her tit hard. She twisted her body in an effort to escape him, but her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. Despite her confusion she continued to resist.

‘No,’ she said, ‘this isn’t right.’ Todd didn’t waste his breath in replying; he could tell that she was already weakening, and as far as he was concerned that meant that things were going just fine. If the little bitch wasn’t happy about taking her first fucking in this darkened doorway, that was her problem, but take it she would. Nobody, but nobody refused Todd Backman, it just didn’t happen. His hand reached behind her back and unclipped her bra with practised ease.

‘Mmmm,’ he whispered, his tongue flickering in her ear, ‘you’re one hot chick Anna. I’ve always known you were special, right from the moment I first saw you.’ By this time he was mauling both her tits and she was beginning to struggle harder. When his hand reached down beneath her skirt, those struggles became desperate. Her crying got louder.

‘No,’ she said, ‘you can’t do this to me, you mustn’t. I’m not like that.’

‘Come on Anna, loosen up babe; there’s nothing to be scared about, you’ll love it once I get it up inside. I’m not going to hurt you baby, I know it’s your first time, I’ll be gentle with you.’ His fingers brushed across the sheer fabric of her panties, and he felt her jump at the touch. Twisting to one side, she tried to push his hand away. His anger boiled over, he stepped back and slapped her sharply across the face.

‘Stop struggling you little cunt; it’s time you learned to do as you’re told. I already told you I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m going to have your cherry tonight whether you like it or not. Now all you have to do is stand there and fuckin’ take it.’

Again his hand moved between her legs, his fingers reaching into her panties searching greedily for her young cunt. Anna-Maria screamed, this time she twisted out of his grasp and kicked out at him several times, catching him painfully on the shins. But instead of running she just stood there and carried on screaming. Todd finally lost his temper and lashed out at her. He must have hit her three or four times, the first blows slamming hard into her body and the last one catching her full in the mouth. Todd was a big guy and Anna-Maria went down in a heap on the floor. He stood over her and screamed his abuse at the crumpled figure lying in the doorway. His pride had been dented more than his shins.

‘You fuckin’ dyke bitch,’ he yelled. ‘I hate fuckin’ dykes, I wouldn’t touch you now if you were the last woman on earth.’ He turned and walked quickly away, not even noticing that his every movement was under close scrutiny.

‘I don’t believe it, looks like Backman’s heading back inside. He’s going to leave the little cunt out here. That’s thoughtful of him.’ Quickly they scanned the parking lot, it seemed empty, though it was impossible to tell for sure whether anyone was sitting in one of the cars.

‘Keep an eye open, I don’t want anyone poking their noses in now. As long as things stay quiet for another couple of minutes, this bitch is ours.’

Slowly Anna-Maria stopped her sobbing and got back to her feet, rubbing the back of her hand across the corner of her mouth and looking in disbelief at the streak of blood she found there. He’d hit her, the bastard had actually hit her, just because she said no.

Shakily she looked around, the night had gone sour and all she wanted to do now was go home. With some difficulty she reached behind her and fastened her bra before straightening her skirt and top and stumbling across the parking lot. The nearest phone was at the entrance to Big Jim’s and that’s where she was headed when she heard the harsh voice.

‘Where you think you’re going baby girl?’

Anna-Maria looked up to see two negroes standing in front of her, blocking her route back to ‘Big Jim’s’. At the same time she sensed the other two moving in behind her.

‘I asked you a question, where you going baby?’ She swallowed nervously.

‘Back inside,’ she said, ‘my friends are waiting for me. They’ll be coming to look for me any minute.’

The shorter of the two smiled, she noticed the flash of gold when he opened his mouth.

‘Sorry sweetheart,’ he said, ‘I’m afraid Big Jim’s is full for tonight. If you’re looking for a good time, you’ll have to come with us. We’re on our way to a party baby, why don’t you come along, then we can all get to know each other a bit better?’

Anna-Maria tried to back away from them, but found herself hemmed in. As fear overwhelmed her, she opened her mouth and began to scream.

‘Help. Somebody help me. ‘

A hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her cries, and she felt herself being propelled towards a nearby row of cars. A rear door swung open in front of her and a hand in the back shoved her face down across the back seat. With her mouth clear she tried to scream again, but fear constricted her throat. One of them climbed into the car beside her and punched her in the eye, further encouragement to keep her mouth closed.

‘Shut the fuck up bitch,’ he growled, ‘and keep your damn head down. Lift it again and I’ll give you another one.’

The rest of them piled into the car and the doors slammed shut. The engine fired up first time, and the car moved quickly backwards as the driver reversed out of the parking space. The tires squealed softly as they moved forward, pausing briefly at the exit before pulling out onto the road and away.

‘You think anyone saw us?’ A voice asked; the excitement in his voice was clear.

‘No,’ came the reply, ‘I think we took her clean. I don’t believe it, the little cunt’s ours now; we can do what the fuck we like to her. You know where we’re headed don’t you?’

A grunt from the driver confirmed that he did and the speaker switched his attention back to Anna. ‘Well baby girl, looks like you’re on your own now doesn’t it. Just pretty little you and the four of us; ain’t that cosy? You ever been fucked by a nigger before?’

When she didn’t answer he slapped her hard across the side of her head.

‘You heard me baby girl, I asked if you’d ever been fucked by a nigger before?’ Anna shook her head quickly, before he had chance to hit her again.

‘No,’ she mumbled. He laughed; this was getting better all the time.

‘An I suppose you’re going to tell us you’re a virgin as well.’ He said. Again she nodded.

‘In your dreams baby, we watched you making out with Backman. He don’t do virgins; so how long have you been doing tricks for that asshole?’

Anna-Maria began to weep; this was some kind of a nightmare, it had to be. A dream that made Todd Backman seem half-human.

‘I’m a virgin,’ she insisted, ‘but I guess you’ll have to take my word for it.’ A big hand went round her neck and squeezed.

‘We don’t have to take your word for anything cunt. Don’t worry about it; it’s not really that important. Virgin or no we’re all going to fuck your brains out tonight baby girl, who knows you might even find you like it.’ He tapped her on the head. ‘You can look up now,’ he said, ‘let’s see what you look like.’

Slowly Anna-Maria lifted her head and stared up at him, one eye was swollen and half closed, and a thin trickle of blood ran down her chin.

‘Where are you taking me?’ She asked, her voice trembling.

‘Somewhere quiet,’ came the reply, ‘somewhere we can work you over properly without being disturbed.’

‘What do you want?’ she asked, ‘I don’t have much money with me, you can take it all if you let me go.’ He laughed.

‘Lord Missy, what do you take us for? Common thieves?’ There was more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. ‘Relax; it’s not your money we’re after. I just told you what we’re going to do, we’re going to give you a good seeing to baby girl, we want you to show us a good time, just like you do with Backman.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean you’re going to strip naked for us baby girl. You’re going to take all your clothes off, spread those lovely long legs of yours, and ask us very politely if we’d be kind enough to fuck your dumb brains out. We’ll do it too, cos we wouldn’t dream of disappointing a pretty little thing like you.’ He reached down, grabbing her right hand, and pulling it towards him, wrapping it around his hardened cock. Anna jumped at its touch and tried to pull her hand away as though it had been scalded. The slap that followed made her head ring.

‘Hang onto it bitch,’ he growled. ‘You let go of it again and I’ll hit you so hard you’ll think your teeth just fell out. While you’re at it, my friend here has one he wants you to play with as well.’ Seconds later Anna was crouched on her knees in the back of the car with a pulsing cock in each fist.

‘Now, while we’re on the way, you can give me head,’ he said, ‘and make it good.’ She stared at him.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘Head you stupid bitch. Don’t play dumb with me, just start sucking, and make it good.’

Anna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely he had to be joking, he couldn’t expect her to put his cock into her mouth.

‘You mean?’

‘Yes bitch; I want you to suck my big black cock just as hard as you can. I want you to swallow it right down and make me cum.’ He seized her head and pulled it towards his cock. Her mouth opened tentatively as her lips slid around its head. Immediately he forced her down onto him until his cock filled her mouth and threatened to choke her. She tried to pull back but there was nowhere for her to go. The hand on her head maintained pressure and his cock remained buried in the back of her throat. The car slowed, made a couple of quick turns and stopped.

‘We’re here,’ said the driver, switching off the engine and turning round. He laughed when he saw what was going on in the back seat. ‘You got the bitch trained yet?’

‘Not yet, but I think she’s got a good idea what she’s doing here.’

‘Well, that’s a start. There’s no one around, so let’s get her inside right away, then we can all get our hands on her. I’ve got a boner here that’s looking for some hot little bitch to bury itself in.’ He reached over and tapped Anna on the back of her head. ‘And in case you’ve still got any doubts, it looks like you’ve been nominated baby girl.’

The doors opened, and Anna-Maria felt the cock pull out of her mouth as the two guys in the back slid out of the car. She crouched down, trying to make it awkward for them to drag her out with them, but it was a forlorn gesture. A hand grabbed her hair, a second slashed hard across her face, and she came shrieking out of the back of the car like a cork out of a bottle. The next punch hit her in the stomach, cutting off those shrieks in full flow.

‘Shut the fuck up cunt. I’m getting really pissed off with your whining. What’s your problem? You’ve been fucked before haven’t you? You trying to tell me you’re a racist you white bitch? You don’t fuck niggers, is that what you’re telling me?’ Anna was weeping.

‘I…..I…..told you…’ she took a deep breath, and blurted it out in a rush.

‘I’m a virgin,’ she said.

They all looked at her, there was an element of disbelief in their eyes, or maybe it was pleasure. A virgin, it certainly added a new dimension to the rape of this attractive young blonde. If nothing else, her hole should be tight as hell, and she’d squeal like the stuck pig she was.

‘You’re serious aren’t you?’ One of them asked. ‘Damn you really are a virgin.’ Anna nodded.

‘How old are you then baby girl?’ She hesitated again.

‘Sixteen,’ she whispered.

‘Damn,’ he went on, ‘an underage virgin. I guess that means we have to let you go. After all we’ve been through to get you here.’

For a second her hopes soared, only to be dashed immediately by their raucous laughter as they dragged her into a darkened building that smelt unpleasantly of damp plaster and fuel oil. It took them several minutes to find the room they were looking for and switch on the light. They stood Anna in the middle of the floor where she blinked warily at the four men now grouped around her. There was an eagerness about them that frightened her; she could feel them stripping her naked and raping her with their eyes. She could almost read their minds. ‘Hot damn, we got us a real honkey virgin to play with here.’ This was turning into a night to remember, and they’d make sure that Anna-Maria’s memories of it were as vivid as their own.

‘What’s your name?’ one of them asked her. She sniffled before replying.

‘Anna, Anna-Maria.’

‘No kidding,’ he said, ‘don’t think much of that for a name. Think we’ll call you bitch if that’s okay with you; because that’s all you are now Anna-Maria. You’re a bitch, our bitch; so you’d better get used to it baby girl.’ He paused and looked around his buddies before turning back to her. There was no point in waiting any longer, time to go to work on her.

‘I think we’ll start with the top,’ he said, ‘you can take it off now, lets have a look at those sweet titties of yours.’ Anna hesitated, but the look on their faces told her that refusal wasn’t an option. Slowly she did as they asked, crossing her arms and lifting the top up and over her head and dropping it on the floor beside her. From their reaction she guessed that they approved of what was revealed and, for the second time that night she found herself wishing that she’d been more sensible about her choice of underwear.

‘Nice,’ said one of them, ‘very nice.’ He was voicing the reaction of them all. ‘I always did like to play with young white titties. Now the skirt bitch, take off the skirt, slow and sexy. Give us a show.’

‘Please,’ she said, ‘don’t make me do this; let me go home. I won’t tell anyone if you let me go. I promise.’

‘Not a chance bitch, you’re not going anywhere until we’re done with you, and we haven’t even started yet. Just get it through your head that we’re all going to fuck you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us. Do as you’re told and we might let you live after we’ve finished with you. Hell, like I said, you might even find you enjoy it, sluts like you usually do. Now take off the damn skirt; nice and slow like I told you.’

Again she looked at them before her hands dropped in front of her, undoing the belt and working the skirt down over her hips. As it rustled to the floor her hands moved quickly between her thighs in a vain effort to cover her pussy.

‘No, no bitch, none of that now; stand up straight and put your arms behind your back. Let’s have a good look at that hot little body of yours.’

Anna’s arms moved behind her back. Her breasts tightened and lifted on her chest as she did so, and she watched their eyes flickering across her body, from her bra to her panties and back again. She knew they were trying to imagine what lay beneath those tiny scraps of red satin, not that it took too much imagination.

‘Fuck, you’re one hot little bitch aren’t you baby girl. I can’t believe a cunt like you is still a virgin; it’s a waste, a criminal waste. But all the more fun for us, now walk over here.’

Anna-Maria walked across the room and stood in front of them, her head shaking slowly from side to side.

‘No, please, don’t---’ she was saying, repeating the words over and over again.

‘Now there are two ways of doing this bitch,’ one of them said, stepping in close to her and running his hands lightly across her belly as he spoke. ‘The way we tell you to do it, or the hard way. Believe me, you really don’t want to do it the hard way, not if you want to go on living; not if you want to go home in one piece.’

He produced a knife from the back pocket of his jeans, flicked it open and waved it in front of her eyes. ‘Do everything we tell you to do cunt, or I’ll cut off those lovely titties of yours and send you home to Mommy and Daddy carrying them in a bag.’ He reached out with the knife and pressed the point into the curve of her breast as if to emphasise the point. Looking down she saw the bead of blood form on her chest, before running down and soaking into her bra. The blood was a much deeper shade of red than the satin she noticed. He stepped back.

‘You can take off the bra now,’ he told her. A tear ran down her cheek, and was quickly followed by another.

‘No please.’

‘Take it off!’ He shouted, making her jump, ‘take it right off, slowly, and drop it on the floor.’

Anna-Maria was trembling, but again she did as she was told.

‘Arms out,’ was the next instruction, ‘and turn around nice and slow. Let’s have a good look at you.’

She circled once and paused.

‘Who told you to stop bitch?’ The voice growled, and she began to turn again.

Hands reached out to her as she circled slowly in front of them, fondling her breasts and her ass with unmistakeable pleasure.

‘There, you see, that’s not so bad is it?’ Said one of them. His words seemed to be a statement of fact rather than a question. Next time she turned to face them, a hand reached down and grabbed her pussy. She squealed, the sound was exactly like a stuck pig, and stopped.

‘No,’ she murmured, ‘no, please don’t. Not that.’

But even Anna knew that her pleas were so much wasted breath and quickly they faded away into silence. His fingers continued to run lightly up and down her thighs and across the tiny scrap of red satin that covered her pussy. Her shaking got noticeably worse, all five of them were breathing heavily; the atmosphere in the room was crackling with suppressed sexuality. Again and again those fingers ran up and down the satin. Only now they were twisting the fabric into a thin string as they went. Suddenly his hand grasped the top of the string and wrenched it savagely upwards into her slit, parting her labial lips and lifting her clear off her feet.

Anna-Maria shrieked long and loud as the thin string of fabric bit deep into the sensitive meat of her pussy. It was a private place, until now only ever visited by her own gentle and inquisitive fingers. In that moment of pain and humiliation Anna-Maria Svenson finally accepted that her rape was not only inevitable but imminent.

Against the wall, along one side of the room, stood an elderly sofa bed covered by a few scattered blankets. They manoeuvred Anna-Maria across the room towards the bed with groping hands, her panties disappearing on the journey. By the time they eased her back onto the bed and spread her legs wide, she was totally naked; sixty seconds later so were all four of her attackers. They stood around in a semi-circle and gazed down at her approvingly, their cocks pointing at the ceiling, and pulsing steadily in anticipation of what was to come.

‘Natural blonde,’ said one of them. Anna-Maria‘s hands dropped between her legs too late, ‘you don’t see many of those around these days.’

The decision as to who would fuck her first had already been arranged, they’d let Anna decide.

‘Pick a number baby girl,’ one of them told her, ‘any number between one and four.’

‘Why?’ She asked.

‘Because I just told you to,’ he said, picking up the knife and moving the blade towards her breasts. When he nicked her again, she got the message and shrugged.

‘Three,’ she said quietly.

The tall, quiet one on the left of the group laughed out loud, suddenly he wasn’t so quiet. The other three just scowled.

‘Good choice bitch,’ he said, ‘you picked the right one girl; I get you first. I knew it was going to be a good night as soon as I set eyes on you. I ain’t never fucked a honkey bitch as sweet as you before. Now open up those lovely long legs of yours baby and invite me in.’

One of them, Anna thought it might have been the driver, sat down beside her on the sofa and began touching her. His hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her flinch, and the nipples hardened noticeably.

‘How old you say you were girl?’ He asked in a seemingly casual manner.

‘Six…, sixteen,’ she said. His hands moved on down across her belly, running his fingers gently through the patch of trimmed blonde bush that nestled invitingly between her thighs.

‘You look older,’ he said. ‘I’d have guessed you were a couple of years older at least.’ As his fingers probed deeper, Anna tried to close her legs.

‘Come on now bitch,’ he said, ‘don’t make this any harder for yourself than it already is.’ Slowly she relaxed and her legs parted a little more, allowing him to insert a finger into her pussy. He smiled, ‘just checking you out baby girl,’ he said, ‘see if you’re being honest with us.’ He probed a little deeper, two fingers inside her now, causing Anna to twist uncomfortably on her makeshift bed. His next smile was a broad one.

‘Aaah,’ he said, ‘there we are.’ He looked around at the smiling faces. ‘She’s bin telling us the truth guys. We got us a real live honkey virgin here. I’ll give you a twenty if you’ll let me have her first, I ain’t never dipped my cock in white blood before.’

‘No way,’ said the tall one, ‘there ain’t enough money on earth would make me miss out on this. Now get your damn fingers out of my bitch and watch how a real man does it.’

The driver took his finger out of her, raised it to his nose and sniffed it briefly before touching it with his tongue.

‘Mmmm.., that’s sweet,’ he said, dropping his finger to her mouth and stroking her lips. ‘Suck on it baby girl, see what you think, you’ve got a tasty cunt on you I’ll say that.’ Her mouth opened, only slightly, but enough for him to slide his finger in. She sucked at it half-heartedly, watching him all the time with her nervous blue eyes.

The tall one reached down and spread her legs even wider. Anna could feel him lowering himself down on top of her, but her eyes remained fixed on the driver as she sucked his finger. He was still talking to her, quietly and calmly.

‘I’m afraid this is going to hurt baby girl,’ he told her, ‘you’re not going to enjoy it much, not the first time, not like we will.’ His head turned, and he looked up at the tall one. ‘Okay, you can give it to her now. Hard as you like, all the way in; bust that cherry wide open; I want to watch our little bitch bleed.’

The tall one lined himself up and humped at her hard several times, forcing his way into her body an inch at a time. Despite everything that had happened, her cunt was tight and dry, and Anna-Maria screamed long and hard as he split her hymen and buried that huge cock deep inside her. In a dream full of pain she could feel the driver pinching her nipples cruelly and listened the other two whooping and hollering as they watched her being raped for the first time.

The tall one took an age, fucking her strong and steady, and it was several minutes before he came. Trembling and shaking, he ejaculated into her shouting his sadistic pleasure full into her face. Suddenly his language betrayed his true feelings.

‘Take that you fucking honkey bitch. Can you feel my cum filling your dirty white snatch? After we’ve finished with you baby girl, you’ll be just one more pregnant honkey bitch; white trash, selling your body for peanuts to anyone who’ll have you. But you won’t ever forget tonight bitch. As long as you live you’ll remember how you were raped after your night out at ‘Big Jim’s’.

Almost as quickly as it had come, his anger seemed to fade. When he was finished, his cock slipped easily out of her and he stood up, turning quickly away from her.

‘Help yourself guys, she’s all yours now. She ain’t a bad screw for a honkey, but right now it’s my turn to hear the bitch holler. So give it to her hard.’

Gold tooth moved in on her next, spreading her legs wide and hefting them up onto his shoulders before driving his cock fiercely down into her waiting body. Again Anna-Maria’s body bucked wildly in response to the sudden painful invasion. This time she screamed and lashed out at him with her fists though it was another forlorn gesture. Her flailing hands bounced harmlessly off his chest as he began to stroke the full length of his cock down into the tight, velvet depths of her cunt.

‘That’s it,’ yelled the tall one, ‘that’s what I like to see. Ride the little bitch hard, stick it into her, as deep as you can go.’

That’s just what he did. Now at last he was able to dip his cock in her blood, so often that the patch of blonde hair between her thighs was stained a deep red, and her blood lay in streaks up and down her legs and across the pale skin of her belly.

By the time his final explosion pulsed inside her, seeding her womb with his sperm, Anna-Maria was a beaten and exhausted girl; the Ketamine she’d been dosed with in the bar had reduced any will to resist. Her eyes were wide and staring madly at the ceiling, her teeth were bared in a grimace of pain and, every now and again, her head would thrash crazily from side to side.

Now they’d got started on her, they just wouldn’t let go; the attack on her grew in intensity as every one of them fucked her violently. On the few occasions when she didn’t have a cock buried inside her, Anna-Maria could feel their hands roaming all over her body, their fingers probing deep into her cunt. On odd occasions they even explored her asshole, initially with their fingers. A painful experience, even though it was lubricated to some extent by the sperm leaking from her cunt.

By this time she was crying non-stop and, after the four of them had abused her for the first time, they decided to give her a short rest, and several drinks of water. It was only a short break, but it was enough to see her regain a little of her strength. By this time the combination of alcohol and drugs, along with the effect of her rape had unbalanced her mind. When they tossed her casually back onto the bed to begin round two, Anna-Maria lost all control and began cursing them to hell and back.

‘Damn dirty nigger bastards,’ she called them, in between taking their cocks up her red raw cunt, or deep in her throat. Worst of all, now they took her in her tight, untouched asshole; the pain of it had her shrieking in agony. Through it all, the torrent of verbal abuse poured out of her, most of it highly racist. Even Anna-Maria didn’t know where it came from, and though it was mild when compared to the punishment they were giving her, they all agreed that the little bitch needed to be taught another hard-earned lesson. This time her lesson would be in humility.

The four of them raped Anna-Maria mercilessly for close to three hours, forcing themselves into every hole in her body and fucking themselves almost to a standstill. Yet the key moments occurred early in that second session. Several times in quick succession they forced her into orgasm. It was a game with them; making the little cunt come and watching as her body danced uncontrollably to the sensations flooding through her.

Hours later the four men dragged her out of the building and bundled her into the back of the car. Anna-Maria was still naked; between her legs a mixture of blood and cum adorned her pale skinned thighs. The five-minute drive took them even deeper downtown. There was always movement in this area, even at night, but the police tended to give it a wide berth once darkness had fallen.

The car stopped on the edge of Washington Square, not the most salubrious area in town. Anna-Maria was dragged struggling out of the back seat and marched the couple of yards to a nearby bench. Blankets were tossed across the wooden structure to give her some protection, while lengths of rope were attached to her wrists and ankles. Leaning her forward across the back of the bench, they spread her legs and were just tying off her limbs when the first bystander stopped and watched them with interest. He was an old man, his hair grey and grizzled.

‘What you got there?’ He asked.

‘What’s it look like old man?’

‘Looks like whitemeat to me, but my memory ain’t what it used to be.’

‘There’s nothing wrong with your memory old man. We got us a piece of virgin white ass here. Sixteen years old, says her name is Anna-Maria but will answer to ‘Bitch’.’

‘Don’t look much like a virgin to me,’ he said doubtfully, ‘more like some trailer trash hooker you picked up in a bar downtown.’ One by one they finished securing her to the bench before straightening up and admiring their handiwork.

‘Oh she’s a virgin alright; at least she used to be, up to a couple of hours ago. Only she would insist on bad mouthing the brothers, so we’ve brought her down here to learn some humility.’ He paused and looked at the old man. ‘You ever tried whitemeat this young?’ The old man looked at her and scratched his head.

‘Can’t say that I have, not that young, not in the last seventy years anyway.’

‘How old are you?’

‘Seventy,’ he said, ‘yesterday.’ They laughed.

‘Well happy birthday old man,’ said the driver, ‘you think you can stick this little cunt?’

‘I guess so. I told you I was old, not that I was dead. They ain’t the same thing,

not the same thing at all.’ He nodded at Anna-Maria’s body roped securely across the bench. She was crying quietly.

‘Bitch don’t seem too happy about it does she, you sure it’s okay?’

The tall one produced a large, handwritten notice and pinned it on the end of the bench. The message written there was clear enough.

“WILLING WHITE BITCH” it read, “HELP YOURSELF, NO CHARGE.”

The old man looked round him; one or two others were beginning to take an interest in the pretty young blonde spreadeagled across the bench. Shadows were closing in on them from every direction. His hands dropped to his waist and he began to unbuckle his belt as he shuffled slowly towards her.

‘You know, I just might take you up on that.’ He slapped Anna sharply across her bottom, she shrieked.

‘You ready for me there girly?’ He didn’t wait for an answer, but took his cock in his hand and went searching for Anna’s cunt. It was there, just where he remembered from the last time he’d fucked a woman, and, gratefully, he slid his cock into her.

‘Aaaarghhh,’ he groaned, ignoring the increased volume of her cries, ‘damn, but that feels good.’ Urgently he humped into her, as though scared he’d wake up and find this was all a dream; that he’d died maybe and gone to heaven. Only this was no dream; it might have been heaven, but it was no damn dream.

Even the old man was surprised by the length of time he took about fucking Anna-Maria that first time. The sensation when he came was mind blowing; with his back arched, he held himself firmly inside the young girl and savoured the sensation of his cock pumping steadily in the tight velvet warmth of her pussy.

‘Damn,’ he said, when he finally pulled out of her, ‘you’ve got one tight little snatch there girly.’ He looked across at the guys who’d tied her to the bench and grinned. He was short a couple of teeth. ‘Be here long will she?’ He asked; a glint was showing in his eyes. ‘Only I’d like to do her again later if that’s okay with you.’

‘Oh, I think Anna will be working here till morning at least,’ said the tall one, ‘you’re welcome to use her as often as you like.’

‘Anna? That her name, Anna?’ The tall one nodded.

‘Near enough, Anna-Maria she told us, we reckoned bitch was about right.’

The old man did up his pants and stepped back to her, reaching down and touching her breasts, running his hands across the firm curve of her buttocks, refreshing the memories of his youth.

‘Well thank you for that unexpected pleasure Anna-Maria; you seem a pretty little thing and you’ve just made an old man very happy. I’m going to come back and fuck you again later if that’s okay with you.’

By this time more shadows had gathered around her as the word began to spread on the street. Her continuing screams echoed across the square and drew men to her like hyenas to a freshly made kill. The next two that reached her lasted no more than a couple of minutes apiece but, even so, by the time they’d taken their turn, there were four more men in the queue.

It was the beginning of a very long night for Anna-Maria Svenson; it was well into morning before the first patrol car ventured into the area and slowed down to investigate the crowd of men on the sidewalk. They began to melt away as the car slowed, revealing the young blonde girl still secured to the bench. She was fully occupied, with a cock humping steadily into each end of her body. Thankfully for her, she was unconscious, and had probably been that way for some hours, though that hadn't stopped her from being used over and over again.

At some point during the night her long hair had been tied to the overhead phone lines, lifting her head just far enough to let them to fuck her mouth as well as her cunt and her arse. Her face and eyes were coated with layers of drying cum, and though she'd vomited several times during the night, a steady stream of sperm still trickled from her open mouth. Both her cunt and her asshole gaped as widely as her mouth, and the cum that had flowed from them lay thick on her legs and pooled around her feet.

The cops fetched a blanket from the trunk of their car, and covered the girl as they cut away the ropes and carried her back to the car. They took her straight to hospital. From a shadowed doorway on the far side of the square the old man watched her go with some sadness in his heart. He’d visited her twice more during the night and even now, as he watched her being driven away, he felt himself stiffening at the memory of how he’d used her.

Physically they were able to bring her round after a couple of hours, mentally though it was a different matter. It was a month or more before she was able to go back to school, yet in all that time neither Lynsey nor Caroline thought to visit her. More to the point, neither did Todd Backman.

It was a Friday night when Anna-Maria Svenson went back to Big Jim’s for the first time since the attack on her took place; this time she went on her own. If possible she was dressed even more provocatively than she had been on her first visit and, though she got some funny looks, though they let her in after some hurried words between the security guys on the door.

Inside she paused for a moment, allowing her eyes to adjust to the lighting. She smiled, Todd and his buddies were there as usual, lording it at their table on the edge of the dance floor. They weren’t with Lynsey and Caroline, but three other girls Anna-Maria vaguely recognised from school. From her position by the door her eyes roamed across the room for several minutes until she found what she was seeking over in the far corner of the bar. Four coloured guys sitting at a table, beers in hand watching the action on the dance floor. So far none of them had noticed her.

She took a deep breath and headed for Todd’s table first, walking tall and proud, her long legs flowing beneath the short swinging skirt, her shoulders back and her breasts thrust forward. As she walked, she took a quick look across the room, Todd might not have noticed her yet, but the four guys at the back certainly had. They were watching her closely; at least one of them was up on his feet and looking around, ready to make a bolt for the exit, probably wondering what the hell she was doing here.

Todd was busy chatting and never saw her coming until she was standing right in front of him. For a moment he looked puzzled, Anna-Maria suddenly realised that he hadn’t even recognised her. It was the ultimate insult.

‘Hi Todd,’ she said, ‘I just dropped by to tell you what a complete asshole you are.’ Understanding dawned slowly in his eyes and he leant back in his chair as he sought for a smart answer. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box and it took him several seconds to think of a reply. Only just as his mouth was opening he noticed Anna-Maria pick up the jug of iced water from the table. He was still trying to get to his feet as the sheet of water and ice hit him full in the face, toppling him backwards onto the floor.

He rolled over and scrambled away from her, expecting some sort of follow up, but Anna-Maria had already turned her back on him. She was walking away across the bar to the table in the far corner. Every eye in Big Jim’s was watching her go, but only four sets of eyes knew where she was headed. Like rabbits caught in a headlight’s glare the four coloured guys just sat there and watched her approach. She stopped in front of their table and stood there for a moment, hands on hips, before pulling up a chair and sitting down.

‘Well,’ she said, “you can at least get me a drink. I’ll have a Wild Turkey, on the rocks.”

“You ain’t old enough to drink bitch,” said one of them, the one she recognised as the driver. Anna-Maria leant across the table and stared at him.

“If I’m old enough to be fucked, I’m old enough to drink. Just do it if you don’t want me to make a big fuss, I might just remember who it was that raped me, as well as where they did it. Anyway there are things we need to talk about.”

It was the driver who called over the waitress and ordered the drink; he waited until she’d headed back to the bar before resuming the conversation.

‘What you after bitch?’ He asked, his eyes were full of suspicion..

‘A little courtesy would be a start,’ she said, ‘call me bitch again and my memory will come back quicker than you’d ever believe.’

They paused as the waitress came back with the drink; it was the driver who paid, a little reluctantly thought Anna-Maria, before pushing the glass across the table towards her and watching as she tossed back the first slug. Her face creased as the liquid fire hit the back of her throat, the grimace didn’t go unnoticed.

‘Okay,’ he said, ‘what do you want?’

‘I don’t know for sure, I just wondered whether you’d be here. Maybe I just wanted to know whether you’d got any peanuts for me?’ It was gold tooth that replied this time.

‘What the hell you talking about girl?’ At least they weren’t calling her bitch any more she noticed. Not for the moment anyway.

‘That’s what you said wasn’t it?’ She stared at the tall one, ‘turn me into white trash you said, selling my body on the street for peanuts. Well I just want to know whether you got enough nuts to afford me? I guess, what it boils down to is whether you’ve got the bottle to fuck me again?’

All four of them jumped as though they’d been bitten by a rattlesnake; there was a look of deep suspicion on their faces.

‘What you saying girl?’

‘You want me to spell it out for you? I thought you were a bit brighter than that, maybe I should have asked Todd after all.’

She pushed back her chair. The driver laughed uneasily as he reached out his hand, and touched her arm.

‘Don’t be so hasty,’ he said, ’you can’t blame us for being careful; you might be setting us up.’ Anna-Maria looked at him.

‘You got your car keys with you?’ She asked. When he nodded she reached out her hand.

‘Give them to me,’ she ordered. The driver reached into his pocket for the keys, hesitating a few seconds before dropping them into her hand. She reached under the table and dropped them on the floor.

‘Now pick them up,’ she ordered. The driver looked at her in disbelief. ‘Pick them up. There’s something I want you to see.’

Slowly he bent down beneath the table; as his hand closed around the keys he looked up. Anna-Maria shifted forward in her chair and slowly opened her legs.

‘Hot damn, the bitch ain’t wearing panties.’ She stood up.

‘I told you once, if I have to tell you again I’m out of here. My name isn’t bitch, it’s Anna-Maria, Anna if you like, and don’t you forget it. Now, you still think I’m trying to set you up?’

‘Maybe, maybe not. Just tell me why.’

‘I guess you were right about me; I’m just white trash. Once I got over what you did to me last time, I began to realise that I’d actually enjoyed it. I found myself wanting it again. That’s why I came back. Now are you interested or not? Do I really have to sell my body for peanuts to anyone who’ll have me, or are you going to fuck me again?’ She picked up her glass and drained it before putting it back on the table.

‘I’ll have another Wild Turkey while you’re making your mind up, then we can get on our way.’

‘What about the bench in the square?’ She shook her head.

‘I don’t think so, not again. The cops might get a bit suspicious if they pick me up there again. But I’m sure you can come up with something equally inventive.’ She smiled. ‘Just make sure that I get a bloody good fucking, that’s all I ask.’

THE END.

Hope you enjoyed my latest story. If so please read some of the others, complete stories as well as ongoing sagas. These include :-

Champagne and Strawberries.

Abduction No. 1 – The story of Lisa Featherstone.

Uncle Buck.

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