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Author's Note: One of the darkest stories I've written yet.  Definitely
has a lot of sensations going on, and w2ith a mean twist ending...  one of

my favorite works so far.
Content: Straight Sex (m/f forced)

   Copyright (C) 2000 riotaku@majorhost.com
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   I'm just getting started with writing these, so tell me what you
think...

   Abduction By The Cardster

   "You're all demented!  I'll have no part in this!" Damion jumped from
the table, pushing the chair with enough inertia to crash into the plaster
wall behind him.  "This is the most demented thing I've heard so far! 
Robberies, fine, the banks are too rich anyway.  Even a little armed
assault in the right parts of town...  but not this!"

   Kain was not one to mince words.  "You don't trust us."

   "Oh, I trust you fine!  You just haven't considered the fact that while
I may be a thief, I'm not a deranged pervert like you!"

   "You, of course, know that if you abstain, no one must be notified."
This comment came from a man only known as Harvard.  He had the look of a
street person about him, except for the all-too-sober glare in his eyes,
and his clipped, precise diction.

   "I'm not an idiot!" Damion replied.  "If I did that, who'd be my new
partners in crime?"

   "You'd find others" was Kain's precise asnwer.

   "B- but I would never do that!"

   "Ah, of course you wouldn't.  Honor among thieves, eh?  I'm sure you'd
love to see us being left to rot in a nice, cold cell, while you live
happily off of our assets.  I think a bit of restraint is in order, don't
you?"

   "But-"

   Kain, in a quick, practiced gesture, produced a pair of handcuffs and
secured Damion's wrist to the metal table.

   "There.  A quick, easy measure of security.  Don't worry, old chap. 
We'll be back afterwards, and I'm sure our friend Kain will have the
decency to order you a pizza."

   "Sure.  Let's go."

   Moving to the door, Harvard picked up a conspicuous leather bag.  Kain,
meanwhile, checked the cartidges in his .45 Colt automatic.  In a moment,
however, both had left, slamming the door behind them.

   The pizza delivery boy was nice enough to make a halfhearted attempt to
free the handcuffs before calling the police.

   ----

   "It's getting late," the policemen commented as a girl walked past. 
"Someone like you really shouldn't be out this late.  You never know who'll
be lurking around some dark corner.  Do you need an escort home?"

   The girl turned to look at the policeman, silhouetted by the streetlight
overhead.  She was young, relatively pretty, dressed in a cardigan and
plaid skirt.  She stared at the man for a minute, then spoke.

   "I'm just going home from an errand, officer.  I would feel safer,
though..."

   "My pleasure, ma'am.  That's what I'm paid for, y'know.  To protect the
public and all that.  You're the public, right?"

   "Well, I- I guess..."

   "Don't worry about it!  Just trying to pass the time.  Still, it's a
hell of a lot better than patrolling for narcotics.  Young girls don't
usually try to shoot a guy's head off!"

   A loud flash and a sharp bang later, the policeman's face seemed to
explode, as though it had been shattered from within.  The policeman hit
the ground with a wet thud, the blood quickly seeping into the soil.

   The girl tried desperately to dive for the gun, but Harvard was upon her
in an instant.  The needle slapped up against her flesh, then in, the
plunger releasing as fast as its worn gaskets would let it.  She shrieked
as she felt the pinpoint press into her flesh, and in a mad burst of energy
yanked the gun from its holster, pointing it at the startled homeless man
who had attacked her.

   As she tried to point the gun, she began to feel a numbness spreading
outward from her chest.  The man's image began to blur and waver as she
desperately struggled to pull the trigger, which refused to move despite
her best efforts.  As she waved the gun in weakening arms, she felt her
knees give, and the ground came up to meet her face.  As she struggled to
turn over, the numbness reached her head, and the silhouettes above her
faded into an indistinct grey.

   She came around surprisingly fast.  She didn't feel uncomfortable, or
evern scared, just...  warm.  The world was a bright dazzle of white and
yellow light.  She began to feel a tingling in her limbs, as though she
were awakening from an extended slumber.  Her mind tried, and failed, to
groan its way back through the haze to full consciousness.

   The ceiling slowly came into focus, the light coming from a slightly
ornamented fixture.  The glass was frosted and etched with small plantlike
designs that wove in columns around the fixture.  Something in the back of
her mind wanted to get a better look around, but her neck didn't seem to be
able to cooperate.

   From afar, voices began to make themselves noticed, but too muted and
confused to make out.  She strained her head to look, and this time the
muscles began to slowly respond.  she could see the figures of two men,
slightly silhouetted by a second light, shining from behind them.  One of
the figures was slightly taller than the other, and thinner, while the
other seemed average in all respects.  As her eyes began to focus clearer,
she could make out the vague shapes of the individual faces, but neither of
them seemed to register.

   She began to move, shifting one arm slightly, and realized that it could
barely move.  A second later, she felt the slight pressure ringing her
wrists and ankles - soft and warm, and unwilling to budge.  A chain rattled
noisily before retreating back into silence.

   At the noise, the shapes began to approach.  As they came closer, she
began to realize that both of the men were stark naked.  Somehow, she
didn't seem to care.  At the same time, she realized that she could feel
the sheets under her bare skin - her panties were the only clothes
remaining.  One of ther nipples twitched, slightly, at the thought.

   "Well, K-" one of the men began, abruptly silenced by the other slamming
a quick fist into his gut.

   "You idiot!  Use the other names!  I don't care how much drugs we used!"

   "Fine, um, what was it...  Oh, yeah...  stallion?  That's a pretty
stupid code name."

   "Hey, forget the code names, or I'm going to call you 'swamp rat.'"

   "If you say so.  I've already got one, haven't I?"

   "Yeah, but the police know that one.  Here, you can be...  Doberman."

   "What kind of an idiotic name is that?"

   "It's a code, stupid!  It doesn't matter!"

   The girl moaned softly, interrupting the argument.  Turning towards her,
the one called Stallion smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth turning
up in what seemed to be more of a grimace.

   "Ah...  so she's awake.  Well, I suppose it's time to begin.  Dobie,
roll the tape."

   "Call me that, and I'll kick your ass."

   "Just roll it!"

   A few seconds later, a slight whirring joined into the background, and
Doberman returned, carrying a full-sized video camera.  Its attached light
shined into her eyes for a moment before he adjusted it, leaving her mind
dazzled by the green afterimages.  Her mind began to drift, as she felt
something warm and comforting touch her breast.  She murmured something
incomprehensible, never feeling as the second needle found a vein.

   Stallion slowly began to carress the girl's breast, rotating its ample
softness in a slow circle as he flicked his thumb over the nipple.  To one
side, Doberman was beginning to jack off, grunting as he and the
videocamera watched the scene in progress.

   She felt her breast moving rhythmically, although she suddenly couldn't
move to see what was happening.  Her head sagged back down onto the bed,
and she stared at the ornamented light as warm feelings coursed through her
chest.  She could feel as her entire body began to relax even more, her
hips twitching slightly as the good feelings spread downward.  Soon, her
entire body was thrumming to the rhythm of the caresses.

   Stallion, after patiently playing it up for the camera, rubbing and
sucking both breasts for what seemed to him ages, leaned over and straddled
her body on all fours, rubbing his dick in lazy patterns across her
stomach.

   As her breasts settled back, she could feel her whole body beginning to
tingle.  The light began to seem brighter.  Something pleasantly hot began
to feel at her stomach, as the shadow of something began to tower over her.
In the sudden darkness, she could feel lips suddenly pressing at hers, a
tongue squeezing between to flick across hers, intertwining and touching
the sensitive area below her tongue.  Her body jerked, the chains
restricting her legs from closing to cover the hot spot between them.  She
could feel a twitch inside, though, and a small wet spot began to appear on
her panties.

   Then, suddenly, bursts of heat splashed across her face.  Her eyes
twitched closed instinctively, as her mind flashed back to a few years
earlier.  Behind the dumpster at the back of the 7-11, she had seen a cock
for the very first time.  Her boyfriend's tool, sticking out of his jeans,
the little head of it dark red and twitching.  She had reached out to touch
it, but as soon as her hand began to encircle it, he had slammed his hips
forward at her as his cock began to shoot streams of white at her in
spurts. Most had landed across her shirt, but one lucky shot had hit
slightly above her eyebrows, a quick heat which began to cool as it dripped
slowly down.

   A loud thump snapped her out of her reverie.  As she began to turn her
head to see the commotion, the fluid on her cheek cleansed by the soft
sheet as she moved, she saw Doberman doubled over in pain.

   "Ow, goddamit, K- Stallion, what'd you have to go and do that for?"

   "You moron!  You almost came on my friggin' face!  You're lucky you
didn't, cause if you had, I'd have smashed your head in already!"

   "Geez, Stallion!  The tape's still rolling!  Let's just finish this and
get outta here!"

   "When I'm good and ready.  Here, you get on top of her and do her face.
I'll take care of the...  other end."

   A different shape loomed up in front of her, this one bringing down two
strong hands to press her arms into the bed.  Still unable to move them,
she watched the dark shape as something wet bumped up against her chin.

   "C'mon, bitch!  Suck it!"

   Her mind slowly clicked, and her mouth slowly began to open.  A limp bit
of flesh flopped against her tongue, tasting slightly alkaline.  Her tongue
flicked at it slowly, seeming to try to get it to halt its invasion. 
Instead, it began to extend, slowly sliding along her tongue towards the
back of her mouth.  The fighting of her tongue became more and more futile,
and something else was beginning to interest her.

   A finger was beginning to play with her small bush of pubic hair poking
out over the panties.  Slowly sliding across the material, it began to
trace lower and lower, until it hit a small spot.  Her body suddenly
jerked, while a small wave of euphoria caused her to flick at the hardening
cock endearingly.  After the sudden move, the hand retreated, returning to
slide gently across her inner thighs before reaching upwards for her hips.
There was a small, mettalic sound, and the pressure of her underwear began
to relax as it slowly pulled away from her, a small white strip in the
bottom edge of her vision.  A large wet spot covered half of it.

   The cock in her mouth suddenly began to pump, the sensation as the pole
rubbed against her tongue causing her to moan softly around it.  Her whole
body was filled with an increasing heat, and she suddenly jerked again as a
finger began to trace up and down her slit.  Everytime the upstroke hit,
she began to squirm, as a sharp, almost electric sensation coursed through
her.

   Then, suddenly, two fingers slid up her cunt, vibrating intensely as
they pumped into her.  Her pussy began to clench, and she squirmed back and
forth as far as the chains would allow, but the fingers stayed firmly in
place.  As the thumb began rubbing up against her clit, her mouth clenched
as she felt the sensations steadily increasing.

   This was too much for Doberman.  He rammed straight back into her mouth
and came, the first drop hitting the back of her throat.  He quickly pulled
out, shooting at her breasts, watching her shriek as the droplets hit them,
vibrating slightly from the hand she was getting below.

   Regrettably, the hand suddenly stopped, pulling out too quickly, and
rubbing her juices across her abdomen.  In a moment, the light returned as
both men got up from where they had been straddling her, but only for a
moment.  Doberman shifted out of view to move the camera, and suddenly the
first figure straddled her again, one hand steadying her hip while the
other flicked the man's tool over her slit.  The lips slowly parted, and
she gasped as six inches suddenly shot deep inside her.  He slammed in
harder, burying his cock to the hilt, as flesh pressed around her clit She
suddenly tensed, then spasmed as the world dissolved into ecstacy.  She
never felt the spurts as Stallion came a few seconds later.

   The door to the warehouse was suddenly kicked open.  Two policemen burst
through, guns leveled at Stallion's (Kain's) chest.  Kain was still too
relaxed to move, but Doberman (Harvard) jumped for his .45, swinging the
camera into the lead officer as he began to bring it up.  The second
officer fired twice, and two gouts of red spurted from his back, showering
the near-unconscious girl in a splatter of red.  Kain, too drained by the
recent sex and the shock of the experience, withdrew from her as he passed
out and fell off of the bed.  Damion, walking in behind the cops, took only
one look around the room before turning to the side and throwing up.  The
girl, twisting her head, stared at the cops with a glazed look in her eyes,
and quietly murmured

   "You want to do it too?"

   The cops just stared at her, not-so-noble thoughts beginning to course
through their minds.  They quickly left, however, as Damion quickly drew a
gun from his back pocket and cratered their skulls in a blast of
pinkish-grey.  As the officers fell, he grabbed Kain's limp form and began
to drag it vback to the waiting police car.  As he left, though, he looked
at the girl strapped to the bed, and his eyes suddenly locked as all
expression left his face.  Turning down, he put two quick shots through
Kain's spinal cord.  As he went limp, Damion walked away, past the
warehose, past the car, past the nightmare of humanity, and vanished into
the darkness.