From odyssey@forever.com Thu Oct 09 15:20:32 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Abducted Princess (mmmf, rape, nc?, anal) ABDPRNCS.TXT From: Odyssey <odyssey@forever.com> Date: Thu, 09 Oct 1997 14:20:32 -0500 -------- ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter One - The Abduction The three men who would soon have a devastating effect on the life of Sarah Greenberg met in the student apartment of their leader, Joe Finelli. They were a curious threesome, sharing very little in background or interests that would explain a partnership of any kind. And the alliance that had brought together the three college students was extremely dangerous. What brought them together was Sarah Greenberg. What began for all three men as a natural desire for an astonishingly beautiful girl escalated into intense lust as each was manipulated, used and discarded by the captivating girl. To put in simply, all three wanted to fuck her brains out. "She's a classic Jewish American Princess," said Marty Arnold, a twenty-four year old graduate student. "Her father's the CEO of a large bank, and is probably worth hundreds of millions. She's had everything---cars, clothes, vacations at summer houses in Europe and the Bahamas. She is used to getting anything she wants just by batting her eyelashes to daddy." "She's a fuckin' bitch," offered Mike Jackson, "and I'm gonna see her bat those eyelashes while she sucks my black cock!" Twenty- year old Mike got to this prestigious up-state New York college from an unlikely start in Brooklyn on the strength of an uncannily accurate three-point shot and a 1,300-point score on his SATs. Marty continued, now used to Mike's succinct and usually coarse interruptions. "She'll be married to some rich Jewish investment banker shortly after college. They'll have separate rooms, fuck once a week, and live mostly separate lives. She has no use for a working class Jew like me, or a Catholic wop like Joe here. And her father would have a heart attack if he even suspected she was friendly with a black man." "She had use for you, Marty, when she needed tutoring in the computer science course," said Joe, the third member of the group. "And when she needed Mike here for after-hours access to the gym. She was real friendly then. And with me when she just had to have a different dorm room, and lied about her roommate being a dyke to convince me." Joe was a twenty-four year old senior, having spent three years in the Army before discovering that he was much brighter than the college-educated officers who he had to serve under. The three men were silent as each recalled the episodes that brought them in close contact with the girl. Marty remembered how she touched him, lightly on the arm, and looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes, when she pleaded for him to work with her. He also remembered how wonderfully she smelled as they sat close together in the library and reviewed her mixed up course notes. And the undisguised look of disgust when he asked her out towards the end of the term. The others has similar experiences. When you had something she wanted, she used her considerable charm to get it. She had a way of suggesting more, with just a look of a touch, that disappeared when she had what she needed. It was a combination of things that made Sarah so desirable, reflected Joe. Her dark luminous eyes were so big and expressive that you got lost in them. High cheek bones, full sensuous lips and flawless, slightly olive complexion. Her body was slender in all the right places, and curvy in all the others. She just radiated sex appeal. Joe ended the silent reflections after thirty seconds had gone by. He reviewed the plan once again, checking off each detail as he went, reviewing timetables and actions just like he had done in the Special Forces. A few minor enhancements were discussed and adopted. Before they finished, Joe reiterated that this could very easily result in jail time for all of them. Each man acknowledged the risk and firmly supported going ahead. They left Joe's apartment separately, being sure that nobody ever saw them together. At 6:30am on Wednesday, Sarah Greenberg finished lacing her running shoes, tied her shoulder length jet-black hair into a pony tail and left her dorm room for her twice-a-week jog. She was blessed with a healthy, athletic body and worked hard to keep herself in shape. In addition to running, she used the gym two nights a week for exercise and ballet practice. She enjoyed very much seeing herself in the mirrors of the exercise room as she stretched one of her long, perfectly-shaped legs along the bar, or as she danced across the room. She also knew the effect she had on Mike, the black guy, and she purposely left the door open so he could see her from his office. She jogged down the stairs and began her early-morning run. At 6:35, Marty Arnold used a master key to enter Sarah's now empty room. Sitting at her desk he started her PC and logged onto the campus eMail system, using Sarah's password. It was awkward typing with surgical gloves on, but it was important not to leave any sign of his presence. It took him less than five minutes to send two mail messages in Sarah's name, using her account and prose style. One was to her father, saying that she wasn't coming home this weekend, but rather was going to find a hotel room and spend the weekend studying for final exams. The other was to one of Sarah's only close friends on campus, saying that she was taking off on a romantic "adventure". After piling some of Sarah's clothes, her makeup kit and her purse into a suitcase (designer of course), he quietly let himself out and was gone. At 6:40, Sarah rounded a corner on her run, and wondered to herself why a van was parked in this remote area of the campus, off the path that was restricted to bikes, runners and skaters. As she continued jogging she noticed Joe running in the opposite direction, towards her. He smiled and slowed as the two of them converged, and Sarah could find no excuse for just running on. When she stopped, he drove a fist onto her solar plexus, stunning the girl and dropping her to her knees. She struggled to even take a breath much less cry out, and seconds later felt a cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose. The odor was foul, but she had no strength to fight it, and in a few short seconds lost consciousness. The door to the van popped open and Mike jumped out to help Joe drag the girl into the van. The rear door was closed and latched and Mike climbed into the drivers seat and started the van. It had taken less than fifteen seconds from the moment Sarah had first seen Joe to this point. Mike drove the van down a back road and off the campus. Joe stayed long enough to smooth over any trace of the van's tracks before continuing on his run. Joe made sure he was seen at the coffee shop the hangout for early morning students. Marty slipped unnoticed back into his dorm suite, quickly undressed and climbed back into bed, where he would be "woken" ninety minutes later by his roommate. The abduction was complete. Several hours later, a tall, slender black-haired woman wearing sun glasses checked into a hotel using Sarah Greenberg's credit card. Making herself as conspicuous as possible, she later ordered take-out food, also charged to Sarah's card, and had the delivery man come into her room while they finished the transaction. Strewn around the room were books, notebooks, papers and other evidence of a long study effort. In a remote rural area, Mike drove the van up to an empty house. The hand lettered "For Sale or Rent" sign was the only indication that anyone cared about this slovenly bungalow. Joe and he had spent many hours finding a suitable place, and had decided on this one after a casual conversation with a real estate agent in the local watering hole. The broker had derided the out-of-town owners who were insisting on twice the price than the local market would accept. As a result, none of the brokers in town would embarrass themselves by showing it to a prospective buyer. After parking the van in the garage and shutting the door, Mike jimmied the simple lock on the door between the house and the garage, and entered the house to complete preparations. They had decided that the living room was the best site for their taking of Sarah. It was by far the largest room in the house, and had exposed beam ceiling that would prove useful. Mike nailed up heavy blankets over the windows to this and the adjoining room, to keep the light from attracting any neighbors, and to provide some additional soundproofing. It took several more trips to the van to bring in additional supplies: blankets and towels, the video camera and tripod, food and drink, ropes and hooks, two plastic chairs and the box of lingerie and sex toys they had acquired. He went to work bolting a large hook into a beam in the ceiling and testing the ropes until he was sure they worked right. Then he dragged a double bed mattress from a bedroom to the living room. Finally, he was ready for the girl. Slipping his arms under hers, he pulled the unconscious girl from the van and dragged her from the garage to the living room. He knew it would be several hours, at the earliest, before she would be free of the effects of the chloroform. Laying her on the mattress, he took his time now, relishing this part of the preparations. He began undressing her, starting with her running shoes and socks. He then spent several minutes caressing her long, smooth legs, remembering how she flaunted her legs when she exercised and danced at the gym. Her T-shirt was next, followed by her sports bra. His spent several minutes enjoying her medium-sized breasts with his hands, lips and tongue. Finally, he slipped her running shorts and panties down her long legs and off. She had a neatly trimmed black bush that almost completely obscured her pussy. "That's gotta go," muttered Mike. He left the girl and drew a bowl full of hot water from the kitchen and retrieved the shaving gear brought along for this purpose: scissors, razor, shaving gel and skin lotion. Working very carefully, he first trimmed her pubic hair down to a course stub. Then he moistened the remaining hair and lathered it thoroughly. Ten minutes later, she was completely bare, the thick, pouty lips of her quim how quite visible. He collected her discarded clothes and packed them away in a box, then returned with the box of lingerie. It was difficult, and occasionally comical, as he dressed the unconscious girl. Black stockings to mid thigh attached to garters. A tight leather corset that stopped just under her nipples, cupping her medium-sized breasts and pushing them together and upwards so they looked like firm fruit. To her wrists and ankles he attached leather restraints with D rings. A similar choker went around her narrow neck. At this point he rolled the girl over, and paused to enjoy the sight and feel of her firm, round ass. He attached to the D rings at her wrists the rings on the ropes leading up to a central ring, then up to the hook in the ceiling. He tested the system and made the necessary adjustments so he could pull the single rope going up to the hook and have the two ropes that were fastened to Sarah pull as one to lift the girl off the ground. After she was fully extended, her arms over her head he wrapped the end of the rope to a massive iron radiator. Mike stepped back to enjoy the sight. Sarah was now vertical, more or less in the middle of the room. Her head lolled down on her chest, her black hair cascading down over the uplifted brown- tipped breasts. Her legs were apart, tapering down to her stocking-cover feet which were perhaps thirty inches apart. He would later fasten the D rings at her ankles to blocks nailed into the floor, but that was unnecessary now. Joe and Marty left campus after their afternoon classes were over, met each other in an underground garage, and rode out to the country in a single car. Marty had the suitcase he had taken from Sarah's room, minus the sunglasses and designer jacket he had loaned to the girl who posed as Sarah. Sandra Wilson was her name, and she was quite willing to help out against the bitch who had told Joe, and several others, that she was gay. "Everything okay?" asked Marty, nervously. "We'll see," answered Joe. They arrived at the house twenty minutes later, not seeing a soul as they turned off the rural road and down the load dirt driveway. Marty hopped out to open the garage, then followed Joe's car in and closed the door. "My God!" uttered Marty as he walked into the living room and saw the girl of his dreams suspended from the ceiling, her breasts and pussy visible. "Nice work, Mike," added Joe as he followed Marty to the middle of the room in front of the girl. "I especially like this," he added, reaching his hand between the girls legs and cupping her bare pussy. "Yeah, she looks like the slut we're gonna turn her into," answered Mike. Joe checked her pulse then lifted her head off her chest and used his thumbs to pry open her eyelids. He grunted approval and moved off to retrieve something from his bag. "She'd probably sleep for another ten-twelve hours if we let her," he said, pausing and glancing at the other two guys before adding, "but we don't want to let her, do we?" A big easy smile crossed Mike's face as he shook his head. Marty's lips tightened into a thin line as he said, "No, let's get on with it." He was clearly the most nervous about this abduction and what was to follow, but no less committed to the plan. Joe opened a medical kit and unsheathed a syringe. He turned a medicine bottle upside down and stuck the needle in, drawing a dose of the amber liquid. "This'll help revive her, and it'll also work on the king-sized headache she'd otherwise have when she wakes. Joe found a good vein and swabbed the skin before inserting the needle. After the injection, he taped a cotton ball against the tiny hole and they waited. Several minutes later, Joe approached Sarah and broke a capsule under her nose. Her normal breathing sucked the irritating and reviving vapors into her nose and lungs. She coughed and hacked, her body twisting away from the source of the irritant. The eyes stayed closed, however, and she soon returned to her previous dead sleep. "Step behind her, Mike, and hold her head up," suggested Joe. "If you can keep her stationary, one more capsule ought to do it." It did. She came out of her drug induced sleep after Joe and broke another capsule under her nose, and kept it in position to release the vapors into her nose. Her instinctive attempts to evade the irritating smell were nullified by Mike's grip on her head. Her eyelids fluttered open once, drew closed again when they proved too heavy to lift, then opened again as her body was shocked into recovery by the drugs. "What... where am I?" she demanded, just before a coughing fit made it impossible for the girl to say more. Joe took one step back and waited for her to finish. "Jesus... what am I... why am I... shit, I know you... you hit me... you're going to jail for this, asshole!" She ranted for a few more seconds before Joe slapped her full across the face. This shocked her into silence, and then she noticed how she was restrained, and dressed. Horror and surprise crossed her features. "Why are you here? Well, that make take a few minutes to explain. But I'll get right to the point. You are here, Sarah Greenberg, so that my friends and I can fuck you silly. Yes, we are going to rape you. And if you give us any trouble, we're going to do all sorts of nasty things to you until cooperate fully." Sarah's mouth dropped open as he spoke, and her eyes darted to the other men, up to see the ropes holding her, down to see her slutty attire. Fear, then anger showed in her eyes. "You... you... can't do this..." Joe slapped her again. Tears welled in her eyes, and she spit out, "My dad will have you.." Another slap silenced the girl, and she stared at Joe with a combination of hatred and petulance. "Your dad thinks you've rented a hotel room to get away from the other students and study for finals. Daddy has no idea that his precious little girl is dressed up like a common whore, about to service three men." Joe glanced over at Marty and said, "What do you think, Marty, what would Sarah's Daddy think of his daughter dressed like this?" "My guess is, he'd be shocked," replied Marty. "For a second maybe," added Mike, "then he'd want a little piece of this cunt hisself." The girl's eyes darted from one face to another, and her eyes widened in shock at this last comment. "Would he now?" mused Joe. "Sarah, what do you think?" He took a half-step forward and grabbed a breast roughly in his hand. "Would the sight of his little girl's naked breasts turn Daddy on?" She gasped and tried to kick out at Joe, only then realizing that her feet were somehow immobilized. "Yes, I think these lovely breasts would turn on anybody," continued Joe as if there had been no interruption. He now had a nipple between his fingers and was rolling it and pulling on it. The nipple became quite erect. "But the clincher for daddy would be this," said Joe as his free hand cupped her bare pussy. The girl's eyes went wide as she realized that they had shaved her pussy hair, and her futile struggles began anew. "No...No... No..." she cried and twisted her body in an attempt to avoid the contact of Joe's hands on her breast and pussy. After a minute she stopped struggling, dropped her forward and began crying. Her shoulders shook as she cried uncontrollably. After a minute, Joe motioned for Marty to move behind her. Marty did, and gently gathered the weeping girl's hair into a thick ponytail and used his hold on that to pull her head up. Joe moved right up against the girl and used a tissue to gently wipe away the tears from her face. "Are you all right now?" asked Joe. Her only answer was to spit directly into Joe's face. Joe stepped back, wiped off the spittle, and said to Mike, "I think she's gonna need some encouragement." Mike nodded and went searching for something in their supplies. "Let me clarify your situation, and our plans for you," said Joe. "Nobody knows where you are, and nobody knows you're missing. You will be here for the next five nights. We will return you to your dorm Monday morning, in plenty of time for final exams, or to call the police or your Daddy to have us arrested. We think we've covered our tracks pretty well but it'll be your choice. Over the next five days and nights you will have only two choices. You can continue to fight us, and we will punish you and rape you senseless. Your second choice is to cooperate. Either way, you'll have cocks in your mouth, in your pussy and up your ass. Make no mistake about it, it'll be far more pleasant for you if you cooperate. Do you understand your choices?" The girl stared angrily at Joe, her mouth set in a firm line. Then she said, "You don't understand, you little nazi shit. My father won't care if you've covered your tracks or not. If we can't win in court, or decide its too much trouble, he'll just hire some low-lifes to take care of you and your asshole friends. But if you come to your senses and let me go now, well---" Sarah never finished. Mike had found a long paddle and was now positioned behind her to one side, with Marty on the other, still gripping her hair to hold her head up in position. Joe nodded to Mike and he delivered a sharp blow to her ass. The girl screeched and her body shook. Another blow landed a few seconds later. Then another. After ten blows the girl was sobbing hysterically, crying for Mike to stop. "Oh, please, no more... I can't take it..." Joe motioned for Mike to stop. He moved forward again and lowered himself until he was sitting on the floor, his legs straight out, between hers, and his mouth even with her pussy. He scooted forward until his mouth was on her pussy and darted his tongue out to flick it back and forth across the pouty lips of her cunt. She had just enough slack in the ropes to pull back away from his tongue, but Mike placed the paddle against her red, sore ass and she instantly moved back forward. Mike's tongue entered her pussy and began teasing her clit, then stabbing deep into her hole. Marty used his free hand to gently caress her breast and to roll her erect nipple between his fingers. Mike kept the paddle pressed to her ass and used his free hand on her other breast. Despite her terror, the girl's body betrayed her and began responding. Her breath quickened as the three-way attack continued. The pleasure coming from her pussy was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She tried to fight it, but it was building too powerfully. It was a wave of pleasure that flowed through her entire body, building in intensity toward climax. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly and the tip of her tongue darted out and wet her lips. When she came her entire body shook and she cried out in unmistakable pleasure. Joe gave her a minute to recover. Once again standing in front of her, he asked, "Do you now understand your choices?" Her lovely breasts still rising and falling from the most powerful orgasm of her life, she blushed and lowered her eyes. When she didn't respond, Joe nodded to Mike who swatted her ass again with the paddle. "Owww," cried the girl, then, "No, please stop... I... I understand." "Good. What'll it be?" "I'll cooperate... but..." she didn't finish the thought, her eyes filling with tears again. She swallowed hard, lowered her eyes and continued, "I've never... um... been with a man before." "What?" said Joe, genuinely surprised. Mike uttered something under his breath that sounded like, "holy shit!" "You're a virgin?" asked Marty, some care for the girl coming into his tone. "Yes," she replied. "I never been... touched... before today." ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Two - Marty Takes A Turn Marty watched as Sarah bobbed her head up and down on Mike's long black cock. She was much more confident this time, having learned a lot from sucking off Joe a few minutes earlier. And it looked to Marty that she was actually enjoying the act. Perhaps, he thought to himself, she takes pride in making these men moan out of pleasure, lose control and cum. It would be interesting to see, thought Marty, exactly what personality Sarah would demonstrate now that her stock I'm-the- princess-and-you're-on-this-earth-to-serve-me facade was stripped away along with her clothes and freedom. Joe had let her do the work while he gave her pointers on how to use her lips and tongue, how to keep the teeth out of the way, etc.. Mike, on the other hand, frequently put his hands on Sarah's head to guide her. He was doing that now, his face reflecting obvious pleasure as he fucked his cock into her mouth. When he came he pulled out and jerked his cock as rope after rope of cum splashed off the face and neck of the startled girl. According to the plan, it was Marty's night to be with the girl. The three reviewed the precautions---handcuffs at all times, sleeping pill before bed---before Joe and Mike took off back to campus. Marty was nervous when the other two left. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and a virgin at that. He'd never fucked a virgin or anybody as drop-dead beautiful as Sarah. And what if she tried something, to escape. "Marty..." Sarah interrupted his musings. "I have to go to the bathroom, and I'd like to wash up." She still had Mike's copious cum dripping off her chin and down her chest. Marty's cock twitched as he looked at her. "Sure," he said, and helped her to her feet. He walked her to the bathroom and, to her surprise, went in with her and closed the door. "Can't you wait outside," she said, blushing. "No, Sarah, I can't. And we'll be showering together. You can't very well wash yourself with handcuffs on, and I won't remove them. Go ahead, pee." She sat down on the toilet and Marty started the water running for a shower. He then began undressing. When he had finished, and stood before her with his erect cock pointed directly at her, she still hadn't peed. "I can't seem to do it with you watching," she said, sheepishly. "Sure you can," said Marty. Then he got an idea and sat on the tub edge, their knees touching. "Spread your knees apart so I can watch," said Marty. "I can't," gasped the girl, who had never shared any level of intimacy with a man, and was clearly uncomfortable with this. Marty pulled her knees apart, stared at her shaved pussy for a moment before reaching in and caressing her wet opening. She tried to close her knees but his were now positioned inside hers. "Piss on my hand," he said as he inserted two fingers into her sticky cunt. "I can't," she pleaded. "Yes you can!" he insisted and looked into her eyes. He could feel her wetness increase as his fingers moved about in her cunt. The lubrication allowed him to go deeper, until he found the barrier that confirmed her virginity. Finally, her growing need to pee was too much to hold back and she unleashed a torrent of urine that splashed off his hand and into the water. He found it highly erotic, she highly embarrassing. After washing and drying his hands, he began undressing the girl, sliding the stockings down her perfect legs. That done he turned her around and began undoing the corset. When she was naked, he flipped the shower on and helped her into the tub and followed. She immediately put her face under the spray and let the warm water wash away the cum and some of her fears. Marty stood behind her, lathering up his hands and enjoying the view of her ass. Her body tensed when he began soaping up her back and shoulders, then relaxed as the soothing feel of the water and his gentle hands registered. He spent several minutes on her back and legs before running his hands over her firm, white ass cheeks. "Lean forward," he said, and she obeyed, resting her head on forearms on the wall. The water now came directly on her back, and washed the soap down her back. "Spread your legs." She did this as well, and Marty's soapy hand slid down the crack of her ass and circled around her anus. She started at this, but remained as she was. Marty's other hand looped around her lips and soaped her belly and then lower. When he reached her cunt she groaned softly. He finished washing her, then slid two fingers into her cunt. She was well lubricated and he had no trouble entering her. At the same time, his other finger began penetrating her ass. "Oh!" she cried as he drove his index finger past her spincter and into her very tight ass. His other fingers alternated between teasing her clit and fucking deeper into her cunt. He increased the temp of his dual assault and brought her very quickly to her second shattering orgasm of the day. When she was finished, he turned her around and kissed her deeply. She surprised him by returning the kiss. When they finally broke, she lowered her head to his chest. After a few moments he felt her hands drop to his cock, which had been furiously erect ever since they entered the bathroom. She looked up at him with a question in her eyes. "Yes," he croaked, "suck it." She slid to her knees and popped the head of his cock into her mouth. When she looked up at him, and somehow managed to smile with her mouth full of cock, he thought that was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. As her full pouty lips wrapped around his cock in earnest, he exploded. His orgasm seemed to last forever, and Sarah tried to swallow (as she'd been trained by Joe) but the volume of cum was too much and some spilled out the side of her mouth. Somehow they managed to finish their shower just as the hot water supply was exhausted. Marty dressed the girl in stockings, garter and a strapless bra (he decided most of the other clothes he packed for her couldn't be put on without removing her hand cuffs). Her embarrassment was a lot less acute, as was his nervousness. She sat on a chair in the kitchen, brushing her hair, while he prepared a simple meal. She looked beautiful to him, but he thought something was missing. Then it occurred to him that she was not wearing any make-up, and wasn't wearing the perfume that would always remind him of their study sessions. He walked out to the living room and returned with her make up case. "Would you mind..." he asked. She looked up, a question in her eyes. Marty pushed down his normal politeness, and continued, "I want you to put on makeup and that perfume you wear." He colored a bit and turned away, making himself busy with uncorking a bottle of wine. When he returned to the small kitchen table with the wine and two glasses, Sarah was doing her best to apply lip gloss with her hands cuffed. She giggled a bit as she messed it up and started over. He could smell the perfume, and smiled. "I've always love that smell, Sarah," he said as he put a wine glass in front of her and sat down. "Thank you," she replied. After taking a long sip of her wine she smiled and said, "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" "Uh-huh" Her face got more serious and she looked away. "What will you do to me, tonight?" When he took a minute to answer, she looked back. He started to avert his glance, caught himself, and looked directly into her luminous eyes. "I'm going to fuck you, Sarah. Twice if I can. And then again in the morning." She took awhile to respond, drank more of her wine and then said, "what Joe said, before, um... about... God, this is embarrassing." Marty caught onto what was behind her question and said, "What Joe said was you would take our cocks in your mouth, your cunt, and your ass. Is that what you're asking? Am I gonna fuck you tonight in the ass?" "Yes," she responded, lowering her eyes. "Does that scare you?" he asked, then added, because he was enjoying the use of crude words, "Does the idea of being butt- fucked frightened you?" "Yes," she said, blushing. "You seemed to like it, in the shower, when I fucked your ass with my finger. Didn't you?" She was now completely embarrassed by his directness, but a little excited as well. He got up and moved over to her, unzipping his fly as he went. He pulled out his semi-hard cock and pushed in toward her mouth. She parted her lips and he pushed his cock in, grabbing her head and pulling her toward him until her carefully made-up lips pressed two-thirds of the way down his cock. He slowly began fucking her face while he talked. "This is truly amazing, Sarah, for me to have the most beautiful woman I or anybody else has ever seen as my personal fuck toy. When we were studying together, sitting side-by-side, and I couldn't look at you without staring, and could only smell you and feel your body next to mine... this is what I wanted to do, force you to your knees and have those lips wrapped around my cock! Oh, how I wanted you!" As quickly as he had acted on this impulse he stopped, withdrawing his cock from her wet, warm mouth. He wanted to prolong the taking of Sarah, and didn't want to cum just then. He returned to preparing their meal, saying that they’d eat in just a few minutes. Sarah said, "I should wash my hands before dinner. They're all sticky with make-up." She rose and went over to the kitchen sink, her ass swaying provocatively as she moved. As she busied herself washing her hands, Marty's eyes were on the perfectly shaped ass in front of him. He moved behind her and pressed himself against her. "Can you feel my cock?" She nodded. He moved her thick black hair to one side and kissed her gently on the neck. His reached down and repositioned his cock so it angled downwards, trapped between her ass cheeks and between her legs. Her body trembled. "And now, can you feel it better? My cock?" "Oh Yes." "Stand on you tiptoes." As she obeyed Marty slid his cock, still slick from her saliva, between her ass cheeks. He spoke quietly into her ear as he slid his cock up and down between her round cheeks. "See how erotic it is to delay the sex... to touch and tease... to anticipate. Tell me, Sarah, does it please you to know that your body, your face, your lips and eyes and the smell of your hair has made my cock so hard?" Sarah murmured assent and rose even more on her toes in a reflex action to allow easier contact with her pussy. But their height difference conspired against them, and his cock was trapped between her ass cheeks, somewhere near her hole. "Stay there, don't move." He parted her ass cheeks and moved his cock until it was directly against her rosette. Sarah tensed a bit as he moved his cock around in small circles against her, the pre-cum and saliva making their joining very wet and slippery. "Does the idea of my fucking you there scare you?" Marty spoke very quietly and pushed slightly. "Oh, God!" Sarah cried, then "... yes." "Turn your head. Look at me." She obeyed, and Marty could see both concern and desire in her dark eyes. "Not tonite, but sometime in the next day or so one of us will fuck your tight little ass." He pushed a little more and she gasped as the head of his cock managed to stretch her opening slightly. He let go of her ass and reached around to find her breasts, pulling the bra down off them so his hands had direct access to her firm mounds. Her nipples were fully erect, and he rolled them in his fingers. "Oh, God!" she groaned. "Please don't!" "It excites you doesn't it, the idea of my cock entering your virgin ass." "No... no... it's disgusting," she said, but wasn't very convincing. He exhaled then said, "Your ass is for later, Sarah. But I'll take you right now, up the ass, if you don't obey me." She expelled her breath and said, "Yes... what?" "Repeat after me, I want you to fuck my tight ass." She paused only a moment before saying, "I want you to... fuck my tight ass." "Now say, shove that hard cock deep in my nasty butt." She repeated it, with more conviction than before. She repeated each phrase with a growing lust and conviction --- "I want Mike to ram his black cock up my ass!" "Joe's going to sodomize me. I want him to rape my ass!" "Please slide your greasy cock up my ass, and fill my butt-hole with your cum!" This recant was delivered with a great deal of energy, and Marty almost made it a reality by driving his cock into her virgin ass. Instead, he backed away and turned her around, not too gently, and kissed her long and hard, raping her mouth with his tongue. After a minute he brought his hands up to her shoulders and pressed her down to her knees in front of him, and drove his cock into her mouth. He lasted longer this time, and fucked her mouth steadily for five minutes before filling her mouth with hot sticky cum. ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Three - Deflowering Sarah They ate the first half of their dinner in silence. Marty noticed how quickly Sarah drained her glass of wine, then the second. "It bothers you, doesn't it?" Sarah looked at him, her face showing a little embarrassment mixed with the old haughtiness. "Of course it bothers me, being kidnapped and forced---" "No, no," Marty interrupted. "It bothers you that you like it." He reached over and held her chin in one hand, looking directly into her eyes. "You wanted me to fuck your ass just now. You enjoyed sucking me off." Her eyes widened and she protested, weakly, "No... that's not true." Marty's free hand darted below the table and reached her sex before she could react and close her thighs. "You're dripping wet, Sarah." He removed his hand and brought it above the table. Still looking Sarah in the eye he brought the slick fingers up to his mouth and licked them off. Sarah blushed as he finished, dried his hand off on a napkin, and resumed eating. The rest of their meal was silent, and they consumed a bottle of wine and half of the next one. After Marty washed up the dishes he helped Sarah up and led her out to the living room. He slowly undressed the girl until she was wearing only the handcuffs. "I wish I was taking your virginity in a more romantic setting," he said, breaking the silence as he surveyed the grimy room with the mattress on the floor and the ropes and hooks from her earlier bondage. "This can't be the setting you imaged for your first time." "No, it isn't. The setting I imaging---no, expected---started with an expensive white wedding dress and 600 of daddy's closest friends." He turned her toward him and kissed her. When the handcuffs got in their way, Sarah giggled and said, "but I also didn't expect to be handcuffed for my first time!" He noticed a flash of desire in her eyes when she referred to the handcuffs. He held her and kissed her, deeply, then said, "the handcuffs do add a little spice to it, don't they?" "Hmmm," she replied and he kissed her again. He could feel her desire build as she her body rubbed ever so slightly against his. "I'm defenseless against your darkest desires." "But you like that, don't you Sarah." Sarah didn't answer directly. but did say, "And you, Marty, I can tell that you like it this way. Having your way with the stuck-up princess." "Yes, I certainly do," he said and kissed her again. "I've got an idea," he said mysteriously, as he let her go and scurried around the room stuffing this and that into a carryall. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, then the bedroom, and when he returned his eyes were bright. "Since I can't seem to find a wedding dress back there, this'll just have to do." He draped a white bed sheet over her shoulders, then adjusted it so it draped half way down her back and, in the front, covered her nakedness quite well. "And since the Honeymoon suite at the Plaza Hotel is probably booked tonight, we'll have to make do." He reached for her hand and leaned over and kissed it, then said, "May I have the great pleasure of your company under the stars of this beautiful spring night?" "You may." The stars were indeed out, as was the moon, and they had plenty of light for their walk. He knew enough about the area to walk so that the chance of running into a neighbor was nil. He led her down a path and into some dark woods. They stopped when they had arrived at a small clearing that was well lit by the moonlight. "Ah, this must be our room." "It's lovely, Marty," and she meant it. He moved in and kissed her, softly, briefly. Then again. A dozen more times he kissed her, resisting the impulse cover her mouth with his in the deep passionate kiss that both wanted. He paused and looked into her eyes. His eyes stayed on hers while his hands slid under the cotton cloth and found her breasts. She sighed as his hands caressed her flesh, as if for the first time. "So firm, Sarah, and soft at the same time. And the nipples are so hard and long." He leaned in to kiss her again, and again, softly. His hands left her breasts and traveled down to her hips and back to caress her ass. He kissed her again while his hands moved back to her hips then around front, sliding down her flat belly to the triangle below. "Oh my," she purred as his hand cupped her bare pussy. As a finger slipped between her lips and moved into the wet warmth inside, she kissed him, harder this time, her tongue darting inside. Marty broke the kiss and slowly backed away, bringing the sheet with him and off her body His eyes feasted on her naked body as he unfolded the bed sheet and flipped it out and guided it down to cover the ground between them. He continued to admire her body from the half-dozen feet that separated them as he undressed. His glance would find her eyes every so often and it would bring his heart into his throat. She was so unapproachably beautiful, and he thought he saw in those big, round eyes a desire to do this with him. Not because she'd been abducted and was now handcuffed. Just because... Now completely undressed, he stared at her a few moments longer before holding out his hands to her. "Will you give yourself to me, Sarah." Her eyes seemed to get even larger, and more lustrous, and her lips parted to say something, then closed. Instead, she took a step onto the sheet and said, "Make love to me, Marty Arnold." He moved forward and embraced the beautiful girl, and as they kissed they slid to their knees as one. Marty laid her back and knelt between her legs. They spent the next five minutes in silence, as Marty moved his hands slowly over her body, her feet, legs, hips, stomach, breasts, neck, face and hair. He'd not spent the time to really appreciate this treasure before, and was in awe. He lowered his mouth to one breast, taking as much as possible in his mouth, sucking gently as he pulled away, until he had her only erect nipple between his lips. As he let go and rose again, he noticed that that breast now reflected the moonlight. He moved to the other breast, and repeated the action, then kissed and licked her flesh as he moved down, over her belly and between her legs. Her knees came up as he settled over her pussy, thinking for the first time that the absence of black, silky hair here was incongruous on her. He spent several minutes kissing her core, not penetrating but pressing his lips and occasionally his tongue against the flesh of her cunt. When he finally did venture between the lips of her pussy, she came alive and lifted herself off the sheet pushing herself at him, hungry for contact. He wormed his tongue deep inside her, flicked his tongue over her erect clit once or twice, then pulled back. He could tell that she could very easily reach climax at too much direct contact, and wanted that to wait for after he was inside her. She was beyond this kind of planning, and pushed her hips up at him again, desperate for release. He lowered his head, instinctively, and thrust his tongue between her raised ass cheeks. He found that his tongue was now flickering against her rosebud. He was surprised that this didn't bother him, and moved a hand under her ass to keep her from moving. Sarah moaned loudly as his tongue rimmed her anus, and cried out in pleasure as he trust his tongue inside. He continued to stab his tongue inside, then withdraw it and flick it rapidly over the sensitive aperture. His free hand was massaging her firm breasts and pulling on her erect nipples. When he stopped, Sarah was delirious, her breath coming rapidly and her body a mass of sensitive nerves. He lowered her ass to the ground and positioned himself between her legs, his cock at her wet pussy. "Yes, now!" cried Sarah, her voice husky. His moved his cock in circles just inside her pussy before sliding it into her wet, warm core. He paused when he reached her hymen and moved his body forward, his hands grounded on each side on the girl, his arms extended. "This may hurt a little," cautioned Marty as he looked down into Sarah's face. "Do it, please, now!" He pulled back an inch or so then stabbed his cock forward. His cock broke through quite easily, perhaps because her membrane had been stretched from constant exercise. "Oh, God, yes," she cried as he bottomed out. He began slowly fucking the girl, thoroughly enjoying the view from his position eighteen inches above her, of her lovely breasts rising and falling, of the passion reflected in her face and eyes. He began picking up the pace when she began pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts, and fucked her with long steady strokes as she built toward orgasm. When she did climax he continued even faster, driving his cock at great speed into her churning, pulsating core. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she repeated over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body. He slowed and stopped his thrusts as she finished and lowered himself to his forearms, his cheek next to hers. He could feel the tightness and heat of her cunt as a few last-second spasms squeezed his cock. Her rock hard nipples poked into his chest as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. He could hear her breathing in his ear, and felt her racing pulse as his lips caressed her neck. They remained like that for several minutes as she recovered, until she whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Marty." He moved his head over and found her lips, kissing her long and hard, their tongues dancing slowly with one another. Without breaking the kiss, Marty rolled the two of them over so that Sarah was on top. His cock was still buried deep in her cunt. When they broke for air, Sarah pushed off his chest to raise herself up and sit astride him. Her hands played across his hairy chest then up to caress his face and neck. He laughed, softly, when the metal of the handcuffs conspired against the gentle caress. "Again?" she asked, feeling his rock hard cock twitch in her cunt. "Sarah," he began, moving his hands down to caress her thighs on either side of him, "are you on the pill?" "No," she said, "I didn't really see the need... before now." He smiled at her and said, "If I say, 'stop', I need you to hop off me, okay?" "Uh-huh," she replied as she began raising and lowering herself on his cock. She was a bit tentative at first, and once came up too far and lost him. Given her handcuffs, she was unable to reach back and insert his cock back in, so he sat up, kissed her and reached back to bring his cock back in position. As he was doing this, his cock came up against her anus, and her eyes sparkled at him. "You could, um..." her face flushed and she started again. "There's no risk of pregnancy." She was clearly embarrassed by the still unspoken suggestion. "I'd like that," he replied, "but first I want you to bring yourself close, okay? Then we'll switch positions." He found the right hole and his cock popped in. She resumed sliding up and down on his cock while he laid back and enjoyed the sight of her breasts swinging as she moved, her face reflecting her growing passion, and, when he raised his head slightly, the union of their sex. After several minutes of this, during which his hands played with her breasts and nipples, she paused, and said, "I'm close, Marty." After a few more breaths she continued, "I know this is nasty, but I want you in my ass." She moved off him and sat on her heals as he rolled over and retrieved a tube of K-Y jelly from the carryall, and a towel. He folded the towel several times, making a passable pillow. He positioned her head and shoulders on the pillow so her hands, manacled as they were, would be free to reach her pussy. He moved behind her and squeezed a dollop of jelly on a finger, and worked the finger around her rosette and then inside. When he decided she was prepared he moved into position, holding her ass cheeks open while his cock found the target. "Push back against me, Sarah, now," he said as he pushed forward. She moaned and complied and his cock popped into an inch or so into her ass. He let go of her cheeks and they closed around his cock. He paused for a moment, then said, "again." She pushed back and he drove another two inches into her tight ass. "Oh, God," said Sarah. "Wait... wait for a minute." Then, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" Marty pushed again, then again, and Sarah's cooperation made it relatively easy for him to plug her virgin hole. Marty withdrew very slowly, until only the head of his cock was trapped inside then pushed forward. Sarah pushed back and his cock disappeared between her cheeks and into her ass. "I'm not gonna be able to last very long, babe. Bring your hands up to your pussy and rub yourself." He moved one hand from her hip along her side and underneath to hold onto a firm, hanging breast. Her nipple was fully erect in his hand, and he rolled it between his finger and thumb, and then squeezed it until she cried out. He let go of her nipple and lowered his hand to find her arms, then wrists on the ground between their union. He grabbed hold of the handcuffs and raised her hands up to her pussy. "I've got my cock buried in your ass, Sarah. I've already fucked your mouth and your cunt. It's way past time for you to be uncomfortable about rubbing your pussy in front of me." The grip of her anal passage on his cock was very tight, and Marty had to block those sensations to keep from cuming. With her help on each forward stroke, he slowly, silently fucked her. After a dozen strokes the passage was noticeably easier, and his pace quickened. His balls now where slapping into her wet pussy, and her fingers there, with each forward stroke. "Make yourself cum," he said, releasing her hands and bringing his free hand back to her hip. He gripped her hips with both hands and picked up the pace, driving his cock into the mewing girl. He could feel his balls slap against her hands, on each forward stroke. And he could hear her breathing quicken. Only now he let himself savor the tightness of the passage he was using, and think about the eroticism of sodomizing this unapproachable Jewish Princess. He thought back to the day she had refused him a date, and how her eyes had communicated such disdain for him. "Ahhhh, oh, God!" He picked up the pace even more, fucking as quickly now as he might in her pussy, digging for his orgasm. He barely noticed Sarah's cries as she climaxed, the spasms of her anal tunnel around his shunting cock. His release came soon after, and it was both physical and mental, as if in his mind he felt that by completing this taboo act, by pumping his cum deep in her bowels, he was evening the score. The room was very dark and quite. Sarah could hear nothing beyond the regular breathing of Marty, next to her on the mattress. Her mind raced back and forth over the same facts and feelings once again. She'd believed and hoped, since about twelve hours before when she had begged Mike to stop the beating, and agreed to cooperate, that there would come a time, like this, when she could escape. After leading her back from the woods, and washing her gently, lovingly, in the shower, Marty had prepared them both for bed. He had insisted on her taking a sleeping pill, apologizing that it was part of the plan that they'd all committed to perform. When he had dropped the pill into her open mouth, she'd moved it quickly between her teeth and gum and swallowed only the water he offered. The unused pill went down the drain when she'd brushed her teeth. And now her she was, with Marty sound asleep. She had no trouble remembering the hatred she felt when she came to and found herself tied up, dressed like a slut, her freedom taken away. If it was in her power then, she would have killed them all. She could rise now, and sneak out of the house. Or find something heavy and smash it against Marty's head. Then she could search for the keys to the handcuffs, and the van, and make her escape. She knew she couldn't---wouldn't---go to the police. It would be three carefully made up stories against one, and she would be mortified by the publicity. But she could, maybe, tell Daddy, and have him make life impossible for her three abductors. But she also realized that her reactions to the sex forced on her were not faked. It was the greatest thing she'd ever experienced! She thought about what she'd done and felt ashamed at her stutty behavior. She couldn't imagine that any of her friends would ever do those things. I sucked a man's cock and swallowed his seed. And each time I did it, I enjoyed it! I let Marty put his cock in my ass---no, that's not right. I asked him to! And it felt so good! Thinking about it now, the unbelievable power of those orgasms, caused her pussy to begin to get wet, and her nipples to harden. She became conscious again of Marty, his body spooning hers, his flaccid cock nestled against her ass. Marty. She'd always thought him sweet. Well, the few times she wasn't too busy manipulating him. Damn, why was I like that... such a bitch, really. And today, when he'd been so gentle with her despite the fact that she had earned his hatred. The white bed sheet for a wedding dress. The way he'd taken her virginity. The thoughtfulness when he asked her if she was on the pill. Damn, why hadn't she thought of that! But he wasn't always gentle. Her ass was a little sore from the pounding it had taken from Marty's cock. "I can't believe I did that," she thought to herself as she recalled the taboo act, and how her body melted from the full, incredibly nasty feeling of his cock in her ass. Her thoughts bounced to Mike and Joe. From her workouts at the Gym, she had long admired the black man's body. Tall, slender but very muscular. He would not be as gentle as Marty. And his cock! She thought back to when he had forced her to suck him, and how he had used her mouth as a hole to fuck. It was at least two inches longer than Marty's. Her pussy tingled as she thought of what Mike would do to her when it was his turn. He would certainly want to fuck her, and she was concerned and excited at the prospect of that pole in her pussy or ass. Sarah's pussy was positively dripping now. Her thoughts moved to Joe. He had a streak of cruelty in him, she thought. His cock was not as long as Mike's, but it was much thicker than either of the others. She began breathing harder now, her thighs rubbing together, as she thought of Joe's thick cock in her ass. Her hands slid down and she began rubbing herself in small circles, just above the opening to her pussy, pressing through the layers of flesh to the erect clit below. She was so absorbed in her erotic thoughts of Joe, then Mike, then Marty, that she didn't notice Marty's slow regular breathing stop. And when Marty's cock stiffened behind her, pressing up against the small of her back, her brain simply made that part of the fantasy. It took Marty a second to remember where he was, and to realize what had woken him. Sarah's heaving breathing was audible and her body shook slightly against his. His cock hardened when he realized that she was masturbating in the bed next to him, and that she was completely oblivious to his waking. He moved himself down the bed until his cock was better positioned to enter her from the rear. As she became aware of him, she sighed and moved her upper leg away from him and brought her knee up. She was now half way between lying on his side, as before, and lying face down on the bed. There was barely enough room between the bed sheet and her pussy for her busy hands. Marty shifted his body along with her, and entered her steaming pussy. After a dozen or so strokes he decided that it was too difficult in this position to get the force or depth of penetration he wanted. He paused and turned Sarah so that she was completely face down. He then slid her knees up so that her pussy was angled better and resumed fucking her. Sarah had two orgasms before he withdrew, turned her over and climbed up and slid his cock into her mouth. In less than thirty seconds of her sucking he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed his cum, rolled over and went right to sleep. ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Four - Mike Hits The Books Sarah woke to the sound of voices from the other room, and to the smell of coffee and bacon. She took a moment to listen, and identified the voices as belonging to Marty and Mike. She threw off the sheets and blankets and rolled off the mattress. Looking around for something to wear, and finding nothing handy, she pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her nude body. "Good morning," she said as she walked into the kitchen and found Mike and Marty sitting next to the small table. "That coffee smells great. Could somebody pour me a cup while I wash up?" "Ah, sure," said Mike as he stood up to retrieve a mug, somewhat non-plussed by her casual, friendly appearance. A few moments later they could here the water running in the bathroom. Mike poured a cup of coffee and sat back down at the table. "Shouldn't one of us be with her?" asked Mike. "She's not going anywhere," said Marty. "I'm pretty sure she somehow managed to not swallow the sleeping pill I gave her last night. That was the time to sneak out, or to bash me over the head. No, she's made the decision to stick this out." Mike looked a little surprised, but relieved. "She takes cream and sugar, Mike. Why don't you fix it and bring her the coffee." Mike did as Marty suggested, and knocked on the bathroom door a few moments later. "Come in," said a disembodied voice from the bathroom, and Mike entered to find Sarah in the shower. "I brought your coffee," he said, load enough to be heard over the spray. "I'll just put in on the sink." "Thanks, Mike," said Sarah, then, "could you do me a favor?" He moved over to the tub and peeked in the beyond the edge of the shower curtain. The sight of Sarah's naked body, water pouring off her hair, down her back and ass, forming a river that ran down her long legs, caused his cock to stir. "Yes," he managed, his voice sounding hoarse. She turned around, and his eyes darted to her firm breasts and shaved pussy, and he surprised himself by feeling guilty, like he was a peeping tom. "I can't wash by back with these on," she said, taking a step toward him in the tub, holding up her handcuffed wrists. He stared mutely, thinking she was asking him to unlock them when she said, "could you wash my back? Here's the soap." She handed him the soap and turned her back to him. It took him just a moment to click back into it, and then he began soaping her back. His cock by this point was becoming more erect in his shorts, but he blocked it out and proceeded to lather her back, legs and finished with her shapely ass. "Could you," she began as she moved her legs as far apart as the tub would allow, "wash me down there." As she bent over slightly, the meaning of her words were clear, but they surprised Mike once again. He lathered his hands and put the soap down, and moved a hand down between her ass cheeks. He washed her from back to front, the contact with her ass and cunt causing his cock to become painfully erect. "Thanks," she said when he stopped. Then, "be out in a minute," as she moved back under the spray. Mike washed and dried his hands and adjusted the position of his cock in his pants before leaving the bathroom to rejoin Marty in the kitchen "Jesus," he said as he sat down again at the table. "She just... well..." "Uh-huh," said a smiling Marty. "What did you do to her?" Mike asked. Marty held up his hand and ticked off his fingers, "After you and Mike left we showered together, and I brought her off. She sucked me off quite willingly." The second finger went down. "Then, while we were getting ready for dinner, she sucked me again. After dinner we took a walk into the woods and I fucked her." The third and forth fingers went down. "But I learned that she's not on the pill, so I left her pussy and came in her ass, as she suggested." The fifth finger went down and he started on the second hand. "And I woke up in the middle of the night to her fingering herself, so I rolled her on her stomach and fucked her again, for at least a half-hour, then came in her mouth." "That's about it," he concluded as Sarah exited the bathroom and came into the kitchen, dressed in a bed sheet. Sarah stopped next to Mike, leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Thanks for giving me a hand in there." Her eyes twinkled as at the double meaning. She set her mug down and moved over to Marty, straddled his outstretched legs and sat on his lap. "Hi there," she said, and kissed him. "Hi." "Was that you last night?" she asked, smiling. "Yes, but for the life of my I can't say who the girl was," he responded. "The New Sarah Greenberg would be my guess." "New and Improved," he said, before kissing her again. She looked around the dingy kitchen and said, "is this some sort of conspiracy, only having two chairs, so I have to sit in your lap?" "Not intentional, I assure you," said Mike as he got up and brought another chair in from the living room. "Are you hungry?" he asked when he returned. "Famished!" she replied as she pulled herself off Marty and sat in the chair. Adopting her best nasal, demanding, Jewish American Princess tone she added, "Two eggs, over-easy, white toast, lightly buttered, bacon will be just fine. Now get to it my good man!" "Yes, mam'm," said Mike, bowing before her. She took a long drink of her coffee and turned to look at Marty. They smiled at each other, and sat in comfortable silence. "What's the schedule that you guys have worked up for the next few days," asked Sarah after a minute or so. "I've got to leave pretty soon," started Marty, glancing at his watch. "Mike will be here today and tonight and Mike in the morning and through Saturday morning. That's as far as we planned." "Hmmm," she said, looking at him from over her mug. She started to open her mouth to say, "I enjoyed yesterday," but didn't, seeing in Marty's brown eyes that it wasn't necessary. But she wanted to thank him non-the-less, and knew what he'd like. She stood up and pulled the sheet off, folded in up and placed it on her chair, shifted her chair enough so it faced Marty, and sat down again, completely naked. He smiled as his eyes dropped to her perfect breasts, then lower. She noticed the direction of his glance and spread her knees as his eyes dropped, now completely open to his gaze. Mike brought a plate over, managed not to drop it when he saw that she was naked, and set it before her. "Is there anything I can do for you before you go," asked Sarah. "Eat your breakfast," said Marty, smiling. And she did, ravenously. And the second helping of bacon. She paused only after finishing that, and sat sipping a second cup of coffee. Realizing that both men were looking at her naked body didn't seem to faze her. In fact, she rather liked it. "I've got to run," said Marty, standing. "I'm already gonna be late for a tutoring session," he smiled at Sarah before continuing, "and this particular bitch doesn't like being kept waiting." Sarah stood and moved into Marty's embrace. After a long kiss, she said, "I'll see you Saturday, right?" After he nodded she added "If that bitch you're tutoring gives you any lip, just throw her over your desk and fuck her brains out!" Marty laughed and walked off toward the garage, saying over his shoulder, "Not very likely, Sarah. I'm a good Jewish boy." After Marty had left, Mike and Sarah sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee. The silence was not as comfortable as with Marty, thought Sarah, and she struggled to think of something to say. "What is a girl supposed to say," she said, finally, "to a man who she doesn't really know, who's going to be using her body in all sorts of nasty ways?" Mike shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He fished something out of his pocket and said, "Those handcuffs must be getting kinda uncomfortable. They aren't really necessary, are they?" Sarah held her hands out to Mike and said, "Well, we might need them again at some point." Her eyes twinkled as Mike unlocked the cuffs. "We just might," said Mike, smiling. Mike had been ready for action as soon as he arrived, looking forward so much to fucking this stuck-up Jewish bitch that he had trouble falling asleep last night. Seeing her naked body in the shower and again now had his cock uncomfortably large in his pants. "We're gonna start with a blowjob," said Mike as he began undressing there in the kitchen. "But I'm gonna teach you how to do it right." When he was naked, Sarah couldn't help but stare at his jutting cock, especially when he came forward and stood in front of her chair, his black cock eye-level and almost fully erect. Noticing her staring at his cock, Mike said, "That's nine inches of prime black cock and you're gonna take all of it." Sarah's eyes widened and she said, "I couldn't possibly..." She didn't finish the thought. She'd been unable to take all of Marty's cock in her mouth, and his was probably two inches shorter than the black rod now in front of her. "Yes you can and you will, you cock-teasing bitch." Sarah pulled her eyes off Mike's cock and looked up, her eyes pleading. Mike's face showed no mercy and her eyes dropped. "Start sucking, bitch, and I'll tell you how to do it." Sarah leaned forward in the chair and brought her hands up to feel his cock and balls. She parted her lips and kissed the tip, then slid her tongue all over the heart-shaped head. For some reason she couldn't name, the act of using her mouth on a man's organ caused her to become aroused. In her minds eye, she imagined herself performing this act on other men she knew. Using her mouth to get them hard, to make them groan from the pleasure of her skill, to make them cum. She knew that the man's pleasure was derived from more than just the pressure of her wet lips and tongue on their sexual center. The act was sexy to them, and to her, because it was using her, the beautiful and high-born princess, in a subservient way. The night before, when Marty had forced her to her knees and pushed his cock into her mouth, she had felt in then, too. She understood that Marty lusted after the sight of his cock---his sexual organ---in her most public orifice. And afterwards, as they ate in mostly silence, she'd look up to catch him staring at her mouth, at the lips that were wrapped around his cock only minutes before. Sarah had Mike's cock as far back in her mouth as possible, and her gag reflex caused her to pull back. At his deepest penetration, it seemed to her that four inches or so of his cock remained outside "You've gotta take it deeper," said Mike. "Into your throat." Sarah tried again, not believing that it was possible. Her pussy continued to tingle as she slid her lips down his cock, willing him deeper than before, imaging that she could actually somehow swallow his cock. She was quite surprised when his cock actually entered her throat. The gag reflex returned, and she pulled off and took several deep breaths. "Deeper," said Mike, his voice hoarse. "Take me all the way down your white throat, bitch." Sarah returned to his cock and forced her head down until once again his cock forced its way into her throat. She still had two inches to go, and pulled off once again. Determined to have that cock all the way inside her body, Sarah lifted her ass off the seat and adjusted her stance so she was bent over rather than kneeling, her hands on his waist. She mouthed his cock once again, took a deep breath and forced his cock once again into her throat. This time, with the angle better for penetration, she got almost all of him inside, and her lips were close enough to the base of his cock to be tickled by his curly black pubic hair. Her pussy was on fire at this point, and she held her head in place for as long as she could before pulling off so she could breath. Mike pulled his cock out and said, "Not bad for a white Jewish bitch." He pushed everything on the kitchen table to one side, then lifted her up and laid her face-up on the table, her head just over one edge. He moved over and held her head in his hands, looking down as he told her to relax her neck muscles completely. When she managed to do this, he lowered her head until she back as far as it would comfortably go. This created a straight passage through her mouth and into her throat. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth now, bitch. Are you ready to take my black cock all the way down your throat?" Sarah's view from this position was dominated by his large, hairy balls and the underside of his massive cock. She opened her mouth in response to his question and soon felt his rod press past her lips and over her tongue. When he reached the back of her mouth she concentrated on suppressive the gag reflex. He rocked forward and forced his cock into her throat. His balls swung forward and slapped against her eyes and forehead as he buried himself to the hilt. "That's a good cocksucker," he said before pulling back. Sarah, her eyes closed, breathed in some air through her nose as his cock pulled back, then held her breath as he drove forward again, deep into her throat. As Mike continued to fuck his cock in and out Sarah realized that he was no longer using her skills in this sexual act. She was merely a vessel being used for his pleasure. She knew also that he was getting off on fucking the high and mighty Sarah Greenberg this way. Her pussy was on fire, and she desperately wanted contact as he continued to rape her mouth. Her hands started down to address this need but for reasons that she knew were absurd, she stopped, unwilling to touch herself in front of Mike. When Mike finally came, shooting hot sticky cum down her throat, Sarah moaned, so close to cumming from just the eroticism of this act. Mike completely ignored Sarah for the next hour as he spread his textbooks and notebooks on the floor of the living room and studied. Sarah remained naked, hoping that he'd take her again, but this time fuck his long cock in her pussy and bring her to the orgasm that she badly needed. Mike's concentration was total, however, on the books laid out in front of him, and not on the beautiful girl. When he was ready for a break his eyes found Sarah sitting naked in a chair on the other side of the room. As he rose, stripped off his pants and walked over, Sarah's eyes dropped hopefully to his cock and saw it begin to rise. "I'm ready for another piece of yo' white ass, bitch." He helped her out of the chair and turned her around, pushing her up against a wall. Her hands came out to stop herself and his hands took her waist and adjusted her stance so she was slightly bent at the waist. He moved his cock around just inside her dripping pussy for a few moments before driving it to the hilt, slamming painfully against her cervix. "Jeez, you're sure ready for it, ain't ya', bitch." Sarah remained silent, wanting desperately for him to continue. Just the presence of his cock filling her cunt completely had brought her once again to a fever state. "Yo, bitch, you want to get fucked by my black cock, or what?" Sarah managed a weak, "Yes." Mike chuckled and gave her what she wanted, driving his cock as hard and fast as her tight pussy would allow. Sarah didn't cum immediately, the pain from his repeated assaults on her cervix held back her release. After several minutes of his brutal thrusts, however, the pressure on her clit as his cock shunted back and forth over the hyper- sensitive nub became too much. She cried out and her body shook with from the pleasure of a powerful and long awaited orgasm. Mike fucked her right through her orgasm and beyond. Then he pushed her down on the floor, on her hands and knees, and mounted her again. He continued to fuck her mercilessly, ramming his cock into her core with so much force that Sarah had a hard time keeping her position. Her knees were forced forward and rubbed painfully against the warn carpet. Once, after a particularly hard thrust, she lost her balance and fell forward, just managing to land with her head on one forearm. Mike didn't miss a beat, and continued to rape her pussy, his cock a blur as it shunted in and out. After a minute in this position, her head on the floor and her ass stuck up to meet his constant pounding, Mike lowered his hands from her hips to the front of her thighs. When he pulled Sarah's legs out she fell to the floor, and Mike with her, his weight knocking the wind out of Sarah. Mike straightened his arms and raised himself off the girl, locked his elbows and resumed his pounding. Sarah moved her knees out and up to better accommodate his cock. In her brief experience, and in her imagination, Sarah had no idea it could be this physical. She couldn't believe that her body, her cunt, could take this brutal pounding. And the sensations were building again, despite the sharp pain from many of his thrusts, and the soreness from her nipples as they rubbed uncomfortably across the carpet. She was well on her way to her second orgasm from this fuck when he groaned and pulled his cock from her well-fucked pussy. Sarah felt his cum splatter against her ass and back as he jacked his cock through his orgasm. "Yes... yes... oh, yes," he concluded as the last of his seed dribbled off his cock and pooled in the crack of her ass. Mike left her there and washed up in the bathroom. He stepped over her when he returned, slipped his pants back on and resumed studying. Sarah showered and dressed in shorts and a man's T-shirt she managed to find. The rest of the day and evening followed the same pattern. Mike studying hard for an hour or two, then talking a break for a quick bite to eat or a long fuck. And he always found Sarah's cunt wet and ready. Sarah's body felt bruised and completely used up when she collapsed on the bed that night. She had just finished taking Mike's cock in her ass, bent over the kitchen table as he used her there. Thankfully, he was much less brutal as he fucked his cock in and out of her ass. She wasn't sure whether it was out of concern for her or because he was simply running out of gas. The aches and pains were everywhere, her cunt, ass, nipples and knees. And she was thoroughly exhausted from five or six tremendous orgasms. One minute after her head hit the pillow she was in a dead sleep. ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Five - Master Joe Mike left shortly after Joe arrived on Friday morning. Having talked to Marty about his experiences with Sarah, Joe wasn't surprised to find her sans handcuffs and dressed casually in shorts and a simple blouse. Joe smiled at Sarah when they were alone. "How you doing?" "A little sore, but, pretty good," she replied. "All things considered." "Meaning?" "Well, Jesus, Joe. It would be kinda strange for anyone to experience what I'm going through, a different lover every day. And for a girl like me, a virgin two days ago, to be experiencing sex like this, well, it's pretty bizarre." Joe's face serious, and he said, "You want to know something, Sarah. Why I recruited Mike and Marty to abduct you like this?" "So it was you who thought up this little party. Yes, Why?" "I was a little pissed off at you, for manipulating me to get a private room. For lying about Sandra being gay---" Sarah interrupted with, "I was sure, they way she looked at me---" "I fucked her brains out the very next week, Sarah. Maybe she's bisexual, but that's not my point. I wanted to get for here and experiment with d&s---domination and submission. I've always had fairly normal relationships with the girls that I've had. It's long been a fantasy of mine to have a truly submissive woman. For our time together, what I want from you is total submission. I don't want the old Sarah Greenberg, Jewish American Princess, or the new Sarah either. I want a sex slave." Sarah lowered her eyes for several moments before saying, "what will I have to do?" "Anything and everything I tell you to do. You must behave not like a free-thinking person, but like a slave who's only purpose is to be my fuck-toy. For starters, from now on you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. I will address you as slave, slut, cunt, fuck-toy or whatever else comes to mind. Do you understand?" "I guess so...," she looked up at Joe's stern face and added, "Yes, Master." Joe helped her to her feet and led her into the living room. "Strip, slave, and stand over there," he said, pointing to the center of the room. Joe busied himself with removing the thick blankets that covered the front windows, and light poured into the room. Joe then retrieved the long paddle from the box then had packed with various sex toys. When he returned he stood a stride away from Sarah and let his eyes feast on her naked body. "You are a slut, aren't you Sarah?" "I, ah, I'm not really sure, Sir," she replied. "Uh-huh. How many men used that fuck-hole mouth of yours, Sarah?" "Three... sir." "And did you swallow their cum like a good slut?" "Yes, sir." "I see," he said and moved behind her, tracing the paddle across the flesh of her thigh, then sliding it over her ass. "And did Marty and Mike use your other fuck-holes, slut?" He turned the paddle sideways and brought it between her legs and up against her cunt. "Yes, sir." "Oh? Both? Tell me what they did to you, slut." "They, ah... fucked me, sir, in my pussy and my bottom." "And did you cum like a good slut?" "Yes," she said, quietly, now embarrassed and confused, not really sure what game Joe was playing, or whether this was a game. She cried out when she swatted her, harder this time. "I told you to say, 'Yes, SIR', didn't I cunt!" "Yes, Sir," she answered, her eyes wet. "So," he said, pausing as he ran the paddle down her back and lodged it between her legs. "You've gone from being a pure, virgin, Jewish American Princess bitch to being a complete slut, a whore who takes cocks willingly in her mouth, in her cunt and up her ass, all in two days. Let me ask you again---are you a slut?" "Yes, sir." "Did you like being Marty's slut?" "Yes, sir." "And Mike's slut?" There was a slight pause before she gave the same answer. He moved around in front again and stood a pace back from the frightened girl. "Masturbate, Sarah." "Yes, sir," she replied automatically, and then her eyes widened. She had never touched herself in front of another person. But her hand lowered and her began rubbing along her slit. "Spread her legs wider, slut. And use your other hand on those tits of yours." She complied, then remembered to say, "Yes, sir." After a couple of minutes her fear gave way to the now-familiar feelings of excitement. Her nipples hardened, her pussy became very wet beneath her fingers, and her breathing quickened. After another minute or so Joe interrupted with another command. "Use your left hand now in your cunt. Put your right hand in your mouth as suck off those slut juices." She acknowledged the instructions as usual, and brought her hand up to her mouth and tasted the juices from her cunt. She'd tasted them the first night when Marty had left her well-fucked cunt to cum in her mouth. She was beginning to find this game of Joe's less threatening, and more erotic as they went, perhaps in some part because she was now highly aroused. He ordered her to play with her breasts again, telling her to pull and twist her nipples. Her other hand was rotating in small circles over her clit, faster now as she approached orgasm. Joe noticed that she was close and barked, "That's enough, slut, stop!" Sarah groaned inwardly but managed the obligatory, "Yes, sir." She was breathing heavily now, her pussy aching for release. "Kneel, bitch," he said as he worked his shorts and jockeys over his cock and down his legs. Stepping out of them, he stepped over to her, his thick cock pointing at her forehead. "You want to suck this, don't you?" "Yes, sir, I do." "Beg me to let you suck my cock." "Please, sir, I really need to suck your cock." He reached down and fed his cock between her open lips and into her warm, wet mouth. She closed her lips around it and went as far down the shaft as she could manage, then back. She sucked enthusiastically on the head, then flicked her tongue back and forth just under the massive head. After a minute or so, Joe brought his hand forward and combed his fingers through her thick hair, establishing a strong hold on her head. He began fucking his cock into her mouth. "I think I'll try all of your slut fuck-holes this morning. Would that please my Jewish slut?" He pulled his cock out and she gasped, "Yes, sir." "Get on your hands and knees, like a dog slut." She answered and obeyed, and he mounted her from behind, shoving his thick cock to the hilt in her pussy with one brutal lunge. "Oh my God," she cried, surprised that after Mike's pounding of her there that she still felt the pain. But Joe's cock was thicker even than Mike's, and it stretched her pussy wide. "Jesus you're a tight little slut! Didn't you tell me that Marty and Mike used you here?" "Yes, ahhh, yes, sir." He pulled his cock out and rammed it in again, and Sarah cried out. After a half-dozen thrusts, Sarah's cries changed in tone as she became accustom to his girth. After a dozen more she was close to her orgasm. "Ah, yes... ah, yes," she chanted as he hammered into her, but he slowed and stopped before she could climax. "Just a little more," she pleaded, "I'm so close... sir." "There's one more fuck-hole I want to try," was his response as he wet a finger in her dripping pussy and slid in into her ass. A second finger followed, and he began fucking the two digits back and forth in her ass. Sarah moaned. After a minute of this he withdrew his fingers and used both hands to spread her cheeks and position his slick cock at her rosette. "You want to be fucked more, bitch?" "Oh, yes, sir, fuck me there," she cried, excited and scared at the same time. "Where, bitch? Tell me where you want your master's cock. Beg for it." "Fuck my ass, master! Please fuck your cock in my ass!" He slowly pushed his cock forward, and Sarah, remembering earlier ass fucks with Marty and Mike, pushed back. "Ahhhhh," she cried as the head of his cock popped past her spincter. Joe paused a moment before pushing forward again. "Oh... oh, Jesus!" she cried as another inch or so of his cock disappeared in her tight ass. A third push, pause, a forth push and he was buried to the root in her ass. Joe clenched his teeth to avoid cumming. When he gained his control back, slowly slid his thick rod out, until only the head was inside. "Ahhhh," she cried as he drove his cock forward, corking the girl fully with one long, slow thrust. "Masturbate," he said, as he slowly withdrew. She lowered her head to rest on a forearm and reached back. Her hand felt the union of his cock and her ass before plunging into her pussy. Joe continued to pump his cock back and forth in her ass, rapidly approaching orgasm. When he did cum his cock released jet after jet of cum deep in her bowels. Sarah felt the explosion and came at the same time, the pleasure coming from her ass and cunt triggering a tremendous climax. After a brief respite, Joe pulled his spent cock from her ass and rose. "Get up, Slave." "Yes, Master," she said and rose to her feet a bit shakily. She ignored the fact that his cum was beginning to seep out of her well-fucked ass, and awaited his orders. "Come," was all he said as he turned and walked into the bathroom. She followed and found him standing in front of the sink, his semi-erect cock sticking over the sink. "Wash me, cunt." "Yes, Master," she answered, testing the temperature of the water before lathering her hands and gently washing his cock and balls. When she finished she dried him off with a towel. "You've got fuck juice dripping out of your slut ass, slave. I want my slave to be clean for our little outing. We're goin' fishing." He left and she tended to herself. When she returned to the living room, he was zipping up a gym bag. Seeing her, he said, "Here, put this on." He tossed her a garment that turned out to be a simple off-white sun dress. When she put in on she felt only slightly less-naked than before. Thin straps led to the top, which exposed most of the tops of her breasts. It was mostly backless, a thin horizontal strap the only cloth between her neck and the small of her back. The dress fell only to mid- thigh, at best. The fabric was quite thin, and she could plainly she her brown nipples poking out and tenting the fabric. He tossed a pair of sandals near her feet, picked up two bags and left the house. She slipped on the sandals, said, "Yes, sir," to the now-empty room and followed him out. ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Six - Fishin' and Fuckin' Joe had thoroughly scouted the area around the house before selecting this house, and was pleased to find that a trout stream cut though county land about a mile from the house. As he strode along the same path Marty and Sarah had used Wednesday night, Sarah followed a few paces back. Sarah's hands swung free while she walked, and the garment did little to hide her perfect body. Joe carried two bags and a folding beach chair, but didn't appear to be straining at all. It was a warm spring day with a light breeze, a few high clouds in the otherwise bright blue sky. Sarah was quite comfortable despite her light attire, enjoying the clean crisp air after the dingy house. They walked for fifteen or twenty minutes before heading down a slight gorge and coming to the stream. At this particular spot, the stream opened up into a small pond, perhaps fifty feet across and seventy feet long. At the downstream end of the pond, the water flowed over and around a collection of huge boulders, picking up speed as it continued to wind its way downhill. This spot was bucolic, the water moving slowly and reflecting the mid-morning sun. Their side of the pond had several large oaks which provided plenty of cooling shade. "This is lovely," offered Sarah. Joe dropped the bags and set up the beach chair in the shade. "Sit," he said as he moved over to the bags and began pulling out his tackle. While Joe was fitting together a pole, Sarah sat down in the chair, her skirt hiking up to show most of her long, shapely legs. She kicked off her sandals and relaxed, enjoying the scene and wondering what, if anything, Joe had planned for her. For the next hour Joe ignored her completely, trying out different areas of the pond and different flies and lures. About an hour later, he seemed to find the right combination and landed three medium-sized trout in about fifteen minutes. He got a knife from his tackle box and moved downstream to gut and clean the fish, then tied them up and left them in a cool, shady area of the pond. Joe returned to his supplies and quickly stripped off his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them in a bag. He walked forward and stopped when his bare feet were in about six inches of the cool water. "Come here, slave," he called out. Sarah rose and walked over to him. "Yes, Master?" she said as she came abreast of him. He moved her in front of him and pulled her dress up, bunching it above her waist and exposing her pussy. His hands then went to her shoulders and the firm downward pressure told Sarah what he wanted. She knelt in front of him, her legs, knees and most of her thighs immersed in the cool water. "May I suck your cock, Master?" "Yes, slave." Sarah began by taking his entire mostly-flaccid cock into her mouth and sucking it gently. It began to harden immediately, filling her mouth until she could no longer manage the length. She pulled her mouth off and began licking the underside of his cock, all the way down to his balls. Holding his pendulous balls gently in one hands, caressing them, she brought her mouth back up and popped the heart-shaped head of his cock into her mouth. He was fully erect now, and Sarah closed her eyes and pushed her head toward him, taking of his thick rod to the back of her mouth. She was aware that her pussy was wet now, tingling as she made love to his cock. She knew without analyzing it that being outside, in full view of anyone who happened along, added to the eroticism for her. As she took him deep again, until his cock head hit the back of her throat, she realized that she barely felt the gag reflex that had been always been there, at least until Mike fucked his long cock into her mouth the day before. Her pussy continued to tingle as she slid her lips down his cock, willing him deeper than before, telling herself again that she could swallow his cock. She was quite pleased when his cock actually entered her throat. The gag reflex returned, and she pulled off and took several deep breaths. "Deeper," said Joe, his voice hoarse. "Take me all the way down your throat, slave." Sarah returned to his cock and forced her head down until once again his cock forced its way into her throat. She still had an inch to go, and pulled off once again. Determined to have that cock all the way inside her body, Sarah adjusted her stance so she was bent over rather than kneeling, her hands on his waist. She mouthed his cock once again, took a deep breath and forced his cock once again into her throat. This time, with the angle better for penetration, she got all of him inside, and her lips were pressed tightly against his groin. Her pussy was on fire at this point, and she held her head in place for as long as she could before pulling out so she could breath. "That's enough," said Joe, admiration creeping into his words. He helped her to her feet and kissed her hard, his tongue darting in her mouth while he crushed her against him. Sarah could feel his hard cock pressing into her belly as they kissed, and wanted desperately to have it in her pussy. Joe broke the kiss and pulled the sundress over her head and tossed it back on dry ground. He then picked her up in his arms and waded out into the pond, her legs wrapped around his torso. The cool water felt wonderful to Sarah as they submerged until only six inches of Joe's muscular chest remained above water. He shifted his hands to her ass, and let her slide down until his cock poked at her cunt. He freed one hand to guide his cock into her, then slid her down until she was completely corked. They kissed while Joe lifted her up and down on his cock. Then he moved his hands up to the small of her back and let her fall away until she was lying back in the water, her back arched. He began fucking her again, keeping the strokes short and steady. The sensations were incredible for Sarah. Her ears were underwater, and aside from an occasional swish sound, she was denied that sense. When her eyes were open, as they were now, she saw only blue sky. When she closed her eyes, the only remaining sense was feel, and the combination of the cool water and Joe's cock shunting over her clit was very erotic. The pleasure coming from her sex spread throughout her body. She let it build, not at all anxious to cum, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. When Joe slid a hand up to pull on one of her nipples, she was unable to hold back any longer. Her orgasm was the best she had experienced, and she cried out as spasms raced through her body, again and again. Joe watched as the pleasure of her orgasm was perfectly reflected in her face. Hearing her cries and feeling her cunt spasm around his cock brought him close to the edge, but he reminded himself that she was not protected, and held off his climax. When she finished, he lifted her back to his chest, kissed her closed eyes gently before turning them around and sloshing back towards the shore. Joe pulled her off his cock and set her down on the shore. "It's too bad I can't cum in my slave's cunt," said Joe, "without protection." He moved off to get a condom from one of the bags. "Actually..." started Sarah, "I've thought about it, and I close to the end of my cycle. It should be safe." Sarah noticed the beach chair and an idea occurred to her. She adjusted the mechanism that controlled the angle of recline so the back lowered just short of horizontal. When she sat in the chair and laid back, her head hung back just over the end of the cloth. "Joe, ah, Master. Would you rather use my mouth?" Joe walked over and said, "I'd like that, Slave. I'll fuck your slut mouth again, and cum in your throat." He moved behind the chair and lowered himself to his knees. His cock was perfectly positioned to slide past her lips and into her mouth. Sarah could taste her juices on his cock as it slid over her tongue and pressed against her throat. She concentrated on ignoring the gag reflex and his cock wormed into her throat. When he withdrew, she took in a breath through her nose. When he rocked forward, fucking his cock into her throat she had to close her eyes because his balls slapped into her. Joe moved his hands to her breasts and held each firmly as he continued to fuck her mouth. Sarah's hands went lower and were soon busy in her cunt, A few minutes later, when Joe's cock erupted deep in her throat, she came as well. "Oh, fuck!" cried Joe as his cock spurted jism down her throat. "Ahhhh, yes, that's a good little cocksucking whore!" Joe gathered an armful of twigs and branches and started a small fire, pleased that the dry wood wasn't releasing too much smoke. He'd brought a portable grill surface, and set it up after the hardwood branches were reduced to glowing coals. It took less than ten minutes to grill the trout to a golden brown. "Lunch is served," he said as he served the trout on plastic plates. Already on the plates were potato salad and a half dill he had bought at a deli. He doused the fire with water from the pond before joining Sarah. Sarah was back in her sundress, sitting in the beach chair, eating the food ravenously. "I don't know if it's the sex, or the outdoors, but this tastes incredible," she said between mouthfuls. They eat silently, enjoying the food immensely and the bucolic setting. As they were finishing, Sarah noticed a boy approaching from downstream. "Oh, damn," she uttered as she pointed him out to Joe. He looked to be a gangly kid of about sixteen, carrying a fishing pole in one hand and a tackle box in the other. Joe rose and walked over to meet him. "I didn't know anyone else knew about this place," said the teen as he got within ear shot. "Just discovered it today," responded Joe. "And we just finished eating some of the best grilled trout I've ever had." The boy set his pole down and shook the hand that was offered, a little awkward at the adult greeting. "I'm Joe, and that's Sarah." "Good to meet ya," said the boy. "I'm Chris." Joe noticed that Chris couldn't help staring over at Sarah. "Say, Chris, shouldn't you be in school?" asked Joe, grinning a bit. "You playing hooky or something?" "Well, yeh... I guess so." "We ain't gonna tell on you, as long as we can share the fishin' hole." Sarah walked up to join them. "Hi, Chris, is it?" "Yeh," he said, as he took her hand. Sarah held and shook his hand longer than was really necessary, pleased when the boy blushed a bit and averted his eyes. Her breasts were perfectly outlined in the thin material of the sundress, and her brown nipples were quite visible, standing out a good half-inch or more under the fabric. "Sarah, why don't you show Chris were I caught those three brook trout," said Joe as he strolled over to take a seat in the lone chair. He was quite aware of the effect she was having on Chris, and found it very amusing. "Sure," said Sarah bent over to pick up Chris's pole, knowing that his view of her breasts was now, briefly, completely unobstructed. When she rose and placed her free hand in his, she noticed that his cock was tenting his shorts. "This way," she said, and led the confused boy down the bank to the downstream end of the pond. He kept his tackle box in front of him in a futile attempt to keep his state of arousal from the woman. As they walked Sarah chatted amiably, occasional brushing the side of one breast up against his arm. When they arrived at the spot where Joe had had success, Chris turned half away from Sarah and surreptitiously adjusted his erection in his shorts, so it was less obvious. He dropped to one knee and busied himself with the opening his tackle box and studying the contents. Sarah moved over and stood facing him, the tackle box between them. Leaning over at the waist, she said, "Now I don't know anything about fishing, but I think Joe used one of those thingamabobs to catch his fish." Chris eyes darted up to see her breasts hanging free in her dress, his view from this position perfect. The long dark nipples were like beacons, and he had to use all his will power to tear his eyes away. "I've actually never fished before," said Sarah as she rose. "If I go fetch Joe's pole, will you teach me how?" "Uh, sure," said the flustered boy. ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Seven - Penitence for the Princess Sarah turned and retraced her steps, knowing full well that Chris's eyes must be on her ass as she walked away. In fact, Chris was staring at her retreating form, and could see quite clearly that she was nude under the dress, the dark crack between her swaying cheeks plainly visible. When Sarah strode into the shade of the large oaks, she found Joe in the chair, drinking a beer and trying to suppress a grin. "Can I borrow your fishing pole?" she asked, her face a little flushed. "What happened to "Master", slave?" "Oh, Master, may I borrow your fishing pole?" "Maybe. Come here." She walked up to him and he placed his hand on the inside of one thigh. "Spread 'em," he said, and she obeyed. He slid his hand up to her pussy and chuckled. "Your pussy is wet. Does it excite you to tease that boy?" "No, ah, Master... I--" He pushed two fingers into her cunt, cutting off her reply, and said, "Yes it does, slut, and you know it. You like it that your body makes him hard, don't you." "Yes, Master, I guess I do." "But that's not fair to him, is it?" She shook her head, and spread her legs wider to allow greater penetration. But instead of fingering her more, Joe pulled his hand out and rose out of the chair. He took a long drink of his beer before walking away, towards the pond. "Come." She followed him down to the pond and downstream to where Chris was fishing. "Any luck?" said Joe as he walked up next to Chris. "Not yet," answered Chris, hiding his disappointment that Sarah had not returned alone. It would be harder now, he thought, to catch glimpses of her breasts and ass. When Sarah joined them, Joe asked in a quite normal tone of voice, "Say, Chris, has my fuck-toy here been teasing you?" Chris's mouth fell open and Sarah gasped. "What I mean is, has the little slut been showing you her breasts, trying to get you excited?" Chris stood mute, blushing furiously and totally at a loss for what to do or say. "I'm probably embarrassing you, Chris. Sorry. Let me ask you, my beautiful sex slave, have you been using your body to arouse this young man?" "Yes, Master," Sarah answered. "I thought so. Well, let me think for a moment... how might you make amends?" Chris looked nervously from one to the another, then said, "I'm sure the lady didn't mean anything..." Joe turned to the puzzled boy and said, "Oh, but she did. Chris, do you know what a slut is?" Chris cleared his throat and said, "Well, no... not really." "A slut is a woman who'll do anything for a hard cock. You see, Sarah here is a slut. Just since this morning, she's taken my cock in her mouth, twice actually.... and twice is her dripping wet cunt, and once up her incredibly tight ass. Then you come along and she's tryin' to get you all hot and bothered. Tryin' to get you to fuck her. That's what a slut is all about." "Joe, I..." began Sarah, then softer, "Master, I wasn't trying to... um..." "It's all right, mister," offered Chris, concerned now that the muscular man would hurt her, or him. "You don't believe me, that she's a slut?" said Joe, thoroughly relishing the situation. "Let me show you," he continued, moving over to Sarah. Standing just behind her, he reached down and took the hem of her sundress in his hands. Sarah's hands move instinctively to stop him, then dropped to her sides in resignation. "Most all women have hair covering their cunts," he said as he slowly raised her dress until it was well above her waist. "As you can see, Sarah's shaved down there. Only sluts do this, 'cause they don't want anything between their cunts and a hard cock." Chris stared at the first pussy he'd ever seen, his tongue snaking out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His cock sprang up in his shorts as he looked at the full, pouty lips of her sex, and noticed the wetness of the pink flesh within. "And only sluts are this wet," Joe said as he pushed two fingers into her, then wiped the juices across the tops of her thighs. "That means she was getting excited just by turning you on." Joe let the dress fall back down, and Chris's eyes blinked and came back up to be even with theirs. "Let me show you something else," said Joe as he pulled the thin straps off her shoulders and let the front of the dress fall off her breasts. Sarah held the dress to her stomach while Joe reached around and held her breasts in his hands. "See how erect her nipples are," he said, and they were fully erect, standing out proudly from her tits, at least three-quarters of inch long. "That means she's excited, like a bitch in heat. C'mere, Chris, and feel these nipples." Chris hesitated, his eyes on the firm breasts, then on Sarah's eyes. Joe understood the boy's reluctance, and saw the direction of his glance. "Tell him, Sarah. Tell Chris that you want him to feel your nipples, and your cunt, so he can see for himself what a slut you are." Sarah's was very excited at this point, still not sure where this would lead, but willing to find out. "Please, Chris, I'd really like it if you touched me." As Chris came forward, Joe released his hold on her breasts and lowered his hands to take the bunched up dress from hers. He held it at her waist while Chris ran his hands over her breasts. "Jesus," he whispered under his breath as his hands held her firm tit flesh, feeling the weight of them. His thumbs pressed into her nipples, then released them. He wanted more than anything to lean over and suck on them but wasn't about to do anything without specific instructions. He was more than a little leery of this strange guy, Joe. "Check this out too, Chris," said Joe and he let the dress fall down to her feet, exposing the rest of her body. Chris's hands left her breasts and one dropped to between her legs. A little bolder now, her cupped her pussy in his hand then slid a finger inside. "She is wet," he said. A second finger joined the first, then a third. Sarah closed her eyes and leaned back against Joe, inching her feet apart to give the boy better access. Chris pushed his fingers deep inside, then pulled them all the way out, staring at the sex juices covering his hand. "Put your fingers in her mouth and tell her to clean you off," suggested Joe. He brought his hand up and Sarah's lips parted. "Clean my fingers," he said and slid them into her mouth. Sarah's eyes opened slightly as she obeyed. "I think you've earned the right to call her by her name, Chris. Any of them will do just fine slut, cunt, fuck-toy, bitch." Chris swallowed, his mouth dry, as he moved his fingers back and forth in her mouth. His free hand went to her breast and he rolled her nipple back and forth between his fingers. "How would you like it if it was your cock instead of your fingers in her mouth?" asked Joe. "Maybe that should be her penitence for teasing you." "Yes," said the boy, his eyes large. "Or would you prefer to fuck her cunt?" Sweat began forming on his face, and he nodded. "Both?" said Joe. Then, "and her ass? Would you like to bend her over and fuck her ass?" Chris removed his fingers from her mouth and brought the hand down her body, caressing her breasts, and her flat belly before returning it to her wet sex. Sarah moaned as he entered her once again. "Well, tell you what. I'll go get us something to drink while you decide what you want to do first. Okay, Chris?" "Yeah," was his reply. Sarah straightened up as Joe left, and put her arms around the boy and kissed him. When Joe returned a minute or so later, Chris's shorts were punched around his ankles and Sarah was kneeling in front of him, her mouth very busy on his cock. It didn't take long before Chris groaned and shot his load into Sarah's mouth. As his cock started erupting, Sarah worked her head forward so his cock entered her throat and finished jetting its sticky cum directly down her throat. "Jesus Christ," muttered the teen as he finished. Joe handed Chris a beer once he had collected himself. "Good cocksucker, isn't she." "Yeh, that was great," said Chris as he pulled his shorts back into place and stuffed his semi-erect cock inside. Fifteen minutes later, Joe could tell that Chris was ready for more. They'd been chatting and drinking their beers while Sarah swam lazily in the Pond. Chris's attention was now more and more on Sarah and less on the conversation with Joe. "You think maybe I could, ah, do it with her?" "Do it?" said Joe. "Oh, you want to fuck her?" "Yeh." "You ever fucked a girl before?" "No." "Sure, I'll let you fuck my sex slave. But you got to wear protection, okay? Follow me, I'll get you a condom." "Hey, slut, time to dry off," called Joe as he and Chris strolled over to the camp and Joe dug out a condom. Sarah swam toward the shore until she could stand, then strolled out of the pond. She looked ravishing as more and more of her body was exposed to the men, the water dripping off her pointed mounds, and off the lips of her cunt. "Jesus," muttered Chris under his breath. His cock was already rising at the sight of her wet, perfect body as she emerged from the water and walked toward them. Chris found a towel and held it out to her. She accepted it and began toweling off. When she was finished she wrapped her hair up in the towel like a turban, and sat down in the beach chair. "Chris here would like to fuck you, slut." Sarah's eyes moved to Chris's and she said, "Well, I'll take that as a real compliment." She then turned back to Joe and said, "Is that your wish, Master? That Chris fucks your slave?" "Yes." Sarah rose from the chair and pulled the towel off her hair. She laid the towel on a grassy area then sat down. When she laid back and drew her knees up and open, she wet pink pussy open to the men's gaze, Chris immediately began stripping off his clothes. "Wait just a minute," said Joe. He handed Chris the foil pack, and searched through a carryall while the boy fumbled with his first condom. On the second try he got it right and rolled the latex sheath over his seven-inch length. Joe found what he was looking for and moved over to Sarah. He tied her hands together then pulled them over her head. He hammered a stake into the ground and tied the cord to the stake. Before getting up and letting Chris enjoy his prize, Joe knelt next to Sarah to whispered into her ear. After fifteen seconds she nodded, smiled, and Joe retreated. "You brute!" cried Sarah as Chris knelt between her legs. "Let me go! Let me go!" she said as she tried half-heartedly to close her legs and deny him, twisting back and forth. Part of Chris's mind wondered if this was a game or not, but the rest of him didn't care. He pushed himself forward and the weight of his body on hers kept her from denying his cock access to her cunt. It took him a few tries before he found the right angle and worked his cock into her hot, wet hole. "No, no!" said Sarah as she thrashed back and forth. "You can't put your thing inside me." He drove his cock to the hilt, his attention split between the wonderful feeling of his first cunt, pulsating around him cock, and the lovely firm breasts just below his face. His mouth closed on one breast, sucking greedily on the tit flesh, while his cock tentatively began to move in and out. His mouth moved to her other breast and he sucked half of her breast into his mouth. "Oh, no, you're fucking me now!" cried Sarah, twisting back and forth. Chris pulled his mouth off her breast, replacing it with his hand, while he concentrated on the thrusts of his cock into her pussy. He soon the right tempo and was able to fuck her faster and with longer strokes. His mouth covered hers and his tongue explored her mouth while he hammered into her. He came shortly thereafter, moaning into her mouth as his cock erupted deep in her pussy. Sarah hadn’t cum. Chris had brought her close but hadn’t lasted long enough to bring her over the edge. She was disappointed when Joe didn’t take his place. Instead, the two men left her bound to the stake while they fished. She closed her eyes and rested, hearing an occasional holler in the distance as one or the other landed a trout. Sarah awoke to find the two men standing over her. Joe and Chris were naked and there cocks were ridgid poles sticking out from their bodies. A glance at their faces told Sarah that the time for fishing was over. Joe dropped to his knees and pulled her legs apart. Wasting little time and no words he mounted her, stretching her pussy as he drove his thick cock all the way inside her still-wet sex. He then surprised her by rolling the two of them over so that Sarah was on top. He held his arms around her back and looked up into her face. When Sarah felt Chris’ hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks, and it dawned on her that both men would fuck her at the same time, her eyes widened. “I don’t know...” she began but Joe silenced her by forcing her mouth onto his, his tongue raping her mouth. Sarah could feel Chris’ finger enter her ass as he lubricated her tight hole thoroughly. With Joe’s cock already stretching her cunt, just the width of the boy’s finger felt large in her ass. A little panic hit her, and she began struggling in Joe’s arms, trying to break free of his kiss. The finger left her ass, only to be replaced a second later by a larger object. She groaned into Joe’s mouth as Chris forced his cock past her spincter and slowly into her ass. Joe could feel the boys progress through the membrane that separated her two holes and allowed her to break the kiss. “It’s too much!” Sarah cried. “I can’t take it!” “Of course you can,” said Joe, his voice calm. “Push back on his cock, just like you did when I entered you there.” “No, no... I can’t, I can’t.” “Stop, Chris,” said Joe, and the boy obeyed, his cock sticking lewdly out of the girl’s ass, perhaps two inches of his rod inside the narrow hole. Joe kissed her gently, and whispered, directly into her ear, “You can do this Sarah. If you calm down, and help him along, you will be more than fine. You will love getting fucked by two cocks at once. Imagine it, Sarah, how full and nasty it will feel after you get used to it.” Sarah’s cries faded away as Joe continued, his voice low and quiet, “If you continue to whine and resist, it will hurt. But either way, the two of us are gonna fuck your ass and your cunt. Got it, slut? Or maybe you’d like to be whipped first. We could pull out and find something to use to whip your ass and breasts with. To warm you up. Then maybe I’ll have Chris take your whore cunt while I ram my cock in your slut ass. Should I tell him to pull out?” “No,” she said, her voice barely audible. “No, what?” he prompted, his voice sharper. “No, master, I don’t want him to pull out.” “Then tell him. Ask him to fuck your ass, and this time work with him.” Sarah took at deep breath and turned her head to one side. “It’s okay now, Chris. Please continue. Please fuck my ass.” Chris pushed forward again and found her pushing back. This time his cock penetrated at least another two inches. He pushed again and bottomed out in her ass, his balls slapping against the base of Joe’s cock in her ass. Joe moved his hands to Sarah’s head and held her face gently, looking directly into her. He felt with his cock, and could see in her face, that Chris was pulling his cock out and then was pushing forward. He could see that the stretching of her two fuck-holes caused Sarah a good deal of discomfort. Although her eyes filled with tears, she groaned and pushed back against the invading cock, easing the passage. After a half-dozen strokes, the pain was replaced by the overwhelming sense of fullness that Sarah had come to love from this act. She actually managed a smile and enthusiastically returned Joe’s deep kiss. As Chris pushed into her ass, Sarah mewed softly, her sweet breath coming directly into Joe’s face. Joe had kept his cock stationary in her pussy, and now felt the tight walls of her sex begin to throb around his cock. With Sarah’s weight on him, and some of Chris’ weight on Sarah, he was not able to do much on his own. He whispered instructions into Sarah’s ear. The next time Chris withdrew, and had only the head of his cock in her ass, Sarah called out for him to stop. “Hold it there, Chris, stationary.” Sarah took at deep breath and pushed back, impaling herself on Chris’ cock and sliding most of the way down the length of Joe’s, her clit crushed under his thick rod. “Ahhhhhhh,” she cried and then paused before she moved forward again, fucking her pussy now onto Joe’s cock. This continued to work very well, and Sarah could feel the heat rising in her body. On the fifth forward move, she was a little too quick and Chris’ cock popped out of her ass. “Wait... wait just a minute Chris,” she said. She proceeded to ride Joe, very quickly, her pussy slamming onto his cock, her sensitive nipples rubbing across his chest. After a minute or so, she slowed and stopped with her ass out toward Chris, with just two inches of Joe’s cock in her dripping and throbbing cunt. “Put it in, Chris,” she said, breathing hard now. The teen immediately complied, anxious to get his cock back in her amazingly tight ass. Having cum twice already, he was enjoying the control he now had. When he was fucking her cunt earlier, and she was struggling beneath him, he had found himself trying to picture the pinched-up face of his aging math teacher, Mrs. Wheaton, to keep from cuming too soon. This time, however, he felt like he could concentrate on the act itself and still control when he let the pleasure build to an orgasm. “Fuck me now, Chris. Fuck my nasty ass!” said Sarah when he was firmly lodged in her ass. Chris pulled out, then pushed back in, enjoying the sight of his cock stretching her tight ass and disappearing within. “Faster!” cried Sarah. With Joe’s massive cock only barely in her cunt, both Chris and Sarah noticed how much easier it was to manage his cock in her ass. Chris picked up the pace, and was soon driving his cock very quickly in and out, slapping his hips against her firm white cheeks with every thrust. With each stroke, Sarah could feel her clit forced back and forth across the stationary cock in her cunt. When she came, she screamed loudly before Joe closed his mouth over hers. Chris could feel her orgasm as her the walls of her ass spasmed and pulsated around his shunting cock. It was too much for the boy, and his cock exploded, sending his third load of jism deep in her bowels. “Don’t pull out,” said Joe to Chris a few moments later. “Hold Sarah against you and roll the two of you on your back.” With Joe’s help they managed to do it. Chris was now lying on the grass, his spent but still hard cock fully buried in her ass. Sarah was lying face-up on top of Chris, her breasts still rising and falling from the power of her orgasm. Joe scrambled up and positioned himself over the two of them, keeping his weight on his knees and outstretched, locked arms. He worked his cock into her pussy and began fucking slowly in and out. Chris’ hands reached around and played with Sarah’s breasts and nipples as Joe fucked her. Gradually Joe picked up the pace, fucking his thick cock in her very wet cunt, made tighter by the presence of Chris’ semi-hard cock in her ass. For Sarah, this was heaven. The intensely pleasurable sensations coming from her tits, ass and cunt were rapidly bringing her to the edge. When Joe groaned and she felt his cock blasting in her cunt, showering her cervix with hot cum, she had her final powerful orgasm of the afternoon. ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Eight - The Bitch In Heat Back in the house, Sarah fixed dinner while Joe showered. She had dressed after her own shower in the outfit that Joe had laid out for her. It was the same sexy clothes she had been wearing when she woke up three days ago. Black stockings and garters. No panties to hide her bare cunt. The tight leather corset stopped just under her nipples and pushed her breasts together and upwards, making them look very large on her slender frame. She had leather straps around her wrists and ankles, and a leather choker around her narrow neck. She could feel her pussy tingle and wet itself as she sliced mushrooms and cukes for the salad. Every time she dropped her eyes, the sharp cleavage, white mounds and erect nipples of her breasts dominated her view. The restraints around her limbs and neck served as a constant reminder of her status as Joe’ns sex slave. Being dressed and naked at the same time felt very exciting, knowing that Joe would have an unfettered view of, and access to, all of her womanly charms. Joe had a beer while he sat and watched her prepare their meal. He could plainly see that she was aroused, her nipples standing out like beacons, her pussy quite moist. During dinner, Joe and Sarah chatted about school and people that both knew, and about their plans after college. Every once in a while Joe would remind her of her nakedness by running a utensil over her breast or nipple. Sarah would sigh inwardly, and feel her pussy add to the pool of juices on her chair. But Joe always went back to some conversation point that had nothing to do with sex. Joe left the kitchen while Sarah cleaned up the dishes. When she was finished, she looked over to see Joe standing in the doorway, a gleam in his eyes. “Come here, bitch!” he growled then stepped into the living room. She followed, and found him standing in the living room next to one of the carryalls he had used for their trip to the pond. “You’re in heat, aren’t you, slut?” “Yes, Master!” she replied, her heart beating faster. “The slut is always in heat! I need cocks in my holes, all of them!” He had in his hand a dog leash. It was four or five feet long, a one-inch wide strip of leather with a handled on one end and a metal clip on the other. He faced Sarah and held up the leash barked, "Over here, bitch. This is what a bitch in heat wears!" It took just a moment Joe to attached the leash correctly to the D- ring on the back of the leather choker around her neck. . "Come," he barked, turning and moving toward the door, intentionally moving faster than she could respond on high heals. "Oh," he said when she took a fraction of a second too long to turn and follow, "the little bitch doesn't obey!" "Turn around, bitch, and lean over. Hands on your knees! Now!" Sarah sucked in her breath and obeyed, her eyes flashing concern. She knew this was a game, certainly, but wasn't confident that she knew how far it was going to go. Bent over, her firm round ass looked fantastic to Joe, framed perfectly by the black garters. He placed one hand on her neck and said, quietly but firmly, "this is what you'll get when you don't obey, bitch." He slapped her ass with the end of the leash. After four blows he stopped. "Is the little bitch gonna behave?" "Y...Yes," she responded. He released his hold of her neck and pulled on the leash, an unspoken command to rise. Another tug of the leash and she was following Joe to the door. He could tell from her intake of breath that she was quite nervous about going outside, mostly naked and leashed like a dog. It was almost eleven o'clock, but an almost full moon provided plenty of illumination. He stopped every now and then, then continued, enjoying the fact that Sarah's total attention was on him, anticipating his moves so that she could start walking again without holding him up. The only time she faltered was caused by her heals catching on a root or something and she stumbled slightly. "Clumsy bitch!" he snarled, and tugged sharply on the leash. His voice sounded quite loud in the dark and quiet woods. "I couldn't help it..." she whispered, her eyes darting around, worried that someone might hear them and investigate. They had arrived at a small clearing in the woods. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! I see now I'll have to whip you so you behave." "Get on your hands and knees, little bitch, and crawl over there," he said, pointing to a fallen tree by the side of the clearing. He dropped the carryall and followed as Sarah moved to obey, dropping to her knees and crawling toward the log. He positioned her lying over the log with her ass up in the air. After a couple minutes work, he had cords attached to the D-rings on the restraints around her ankles and wrists. He then tied the cords to stakes. "I hope nobody hears all this noise I'm making," Joe said as he hammered the stakes into the soft ground. "Then I'd have to share my bitch with another cock. I'm sure you wouldn't mind, seeing as you're a fucking bitch in heat... getting fucked by anyone who happens to come by... huh?" Finished now, he dropped behind her and lowered his face between her splayed legs and began tonguing her pussy. He stopped only after she had come very close to a climax. He pulled a tube of K-Y jelly from the bag and smeared some on his thumb. Using his other hand he spread her ass cheeks and pushed two fingers back into her steaming cunt. His thumb was perfectly positioned at her rosette and he slowly pushed the greasy digit into her ass. Sarah groaned as he buried his thumb completely in her very tight ass, and again as he forced his last two fingers into her cunt. "What a slut you are, little bitch," he said as he held his bowling ball grip of her ass and cunt. "You'd fuck anything that moved, wouldn't you." "Yes," she groaned. "Fuck me now! Please fuck me now!" "What a slut!" he said as he pulled my thumb and fingers from her holes. Sarah groaned in frustration. "I think you need to be punished, bitch, for being so clumsy back there." A quick search just off the path turned up a green sapling. He cut it free and stepped over the log and knelt next to her head. "I'm gonna whip you with this, bitch. Try not to make too much noise, 'cause I really don't want some other man coming by and raping your cunt or your tight little ass. I want that honor myself." Joe didn't hit her very hard, just enough to warm her up. Between strokes, he slid the sapling up her thighs, over her cunt and ass, up her curved back. Sarah was soon shaking with desire, her breath coming in short gasps. After twenty strokes her ass was pink, and quite warm to the touch. Joe dropped the sapling and slowly and silently began to undress, letting the tension build. The only sounds were crickets and Sarah's labored breathing. Now naked, he placed a dollop of K-Y jelly on the head of his cock and slowly worked it around the head and shaft, enjoying the view of the luscious ass in front of him. When he dropped to his knees behind her, and grabbed her sore ass, Sarah moaned. He placed the greasy head of his cock against her ass and pushed slowly forward. His cock, and her ass, were so thoroughly lubricated that he was able to drive his thick cock to the root in one long, steady thrust. "Oh, yes, fuck my ass!" cried Sarah. He dragged his fingernails over her pink warm ass. Sarah moaned, and he slid his hands up her shapely back until he reached her head. Gathering a handful of her black hair in his hand, he tugged gently until she turned and looked back at him. Sarah's dark eyes shown in the moonlight, and reflected the girl's desire and lust. Keeping her eyes locked with his, he slowly withdrew his cock, letting her natural anal action expel the large intruder. "Yessssss..." she intoned as he withdrew and paused with only the bulbous head inside her. "Ohhhh, Gaaaaawd!" she cried as he rocked forward, slowly pushing his cock back into her depths. After repeating this three or four more times the passage was noticeably easier. Still remarkably tight, but now her ass seemed more relaxed and the lubrication was making it much easier to fuck her. He released his grip on her hair and her head dropped back down. He positioned his hands on her hips and began picking up the pace, sliding his cock fully into her ass until my hips slapped against her ass. The mewing noises coming from Sarah indicated that she was approaching orgasm, with no contact on her clit at all! "What would your father think if he saw this?" Sarah just moaned in reply, her breath coming much faster now. "Hmmm... would he like to see his precious daughter acting like a complete slut, letting a man fuck her in the ass?" "No," she cried. "He wouldn't like it?" "Noooo," she repeated, her orgasm rapidly approaching. "I think he'd want a little of the action himself." "Oh, Jesus!" Sarah cried. Joe picked up the pace even faster and said, "He'd want to ram his cock... into your tight little ass. He's always wanted to... butt- fuck his lovely daughter. And I know... that you'd like that, wouldn't you... to have daddy rape and sodomize you..." "Ahhhhh," Sarah cried as her body shook with a tremendous orgasm. He continued to piston his cock into her ass, enjoying immensely the pulsing, gripping feeling of her ass on his cock as she orgasmed. Joe slowed his thrusts and then stopped as Sarah's cries died away, and her head dropped to the ground in exhaustion. He withdrew his cock and the 'plop' as the head exited her tight anal ring was quite audible. He then pulled the stakes out of the ground and helped the girl to her feet. Just off the path was a mossy area that sloped down slightly. He retrieved a towel from the carryall and laid it down over the soft spongy moss. Silently, he led Sarah over and had her sit on the towel, then lay back with her arms in a V shape above her head. He hammered the stakes that were fastened to her wrists into the ground. With the sloping ground, Sarah's head was beneath her hips, and when he lifted and pushed her legs up and back toward her head, she was bent in two but as comfortable as possible in this awkward position. He hammered the stakes at her ankles into the ground, just to each side of her head. Finally, he arranged her disheveled black hair into a halo around her head and kissed her gently on the forehead. Joe stood up and admired the sight of the bound girl, her pussy and ass easily accessible in this position. He dropped to his knees and entered her ass once again, easily sliding his cock to the hilt. In this position, he was facing her, and had easy access to her dripping cunt and heaving breasts. He kept his cock stationary while he took one of her erect nipples between his teeth and pulled on it. Sarah moaned as he abused her nipple until she cried out. Moving to the other nipple he repeated the rough treatment until her cries signaled him to stop. Her thick, engorged nipples stood out and shone beautifully in the moonlight. Joe began fucking the helpless girl, slowly at first. Her ass was now taking him easily, although the tightness still gave him great pleasure. He began picking up the pace as he leaned over and kissed her briefly before lifting his head and looking down into her lovely, passion-filled face. He began fucking his cock steadily into her ass as he talked. “What I’m trying to picture is Sarah Greenberg a month from now, at some big summer party at a mansion on Long Island.... the usual thousand dollar dress and ten thousand dollars worth of jewelry adorning your body... I’m seeing you move from group to group, chatting with the rich friends of your Daddy... I’m wondering if they will notice the change, that this Sarah Greenberg is different.” “The men might notice, how your hands touch your body more frequently now, to smooth your dress over your hips and thighs... how the outline of your nipples is visible under your dress... how you shake their hands differently than before, holding on longer, your beautiful eyes showing something new, something exciting, that wasn’t there before.” “Yes... they’d see the change and know that this new, sexier Sarah got this way from experience. Their rich-boy cocks would twitch at the thought that someone had gotten in the pants of the great Sarah Greenberg. But they wouldn’t know that a cheap slut you really are, would they Slave?” “No, Master, they wouldn’t know how cheap and slutty I am, or how much I wanted a cock, any man’s cock, all their cocks, inside me, spurting hot slimy sperm inro me.” said Sarah, quietly, her quick breathing indicating her growing passion. “I’m imaging that one of these men, a tall dark Jew, maybe in his late thirties, would become captivated by this new Sarah Greenberg. He’d leave his wife chatting with others at the party and he’d circle around, participating only superficially in conversations with other guests, his eyes always returning to the beautiful, powerfully sexy Sarah.” “He’d notice when you excused yourself to go into the house. He’d follow a minute or so later, though another door. He wouldn’t really know what he was going to do if he found you, but he’d know he had to look. He wouldn’t ask one of the staff for directions, because he’s already feeling a little guilty about following you, wanting you. Maybe he’d pick up the smell of your perfume, then follow the trail to the bathroom off the library.” “Surprised to find the door ajar, he’d peek in, his heart in his throat, and see you inside. He’d stare at your reflection in the mirror as you leaned forward, over the counter, and concentrated on applying fresh lipstick. Then his eyes would drop to your legs and ass, and with the dress hiked up he’d notice the garters holding up the black stockings. His cock would stiffen and his mouth would become dry as he stared at your ass and imagined you naked.” “Yesss,” whispered Sarah, her eyes closed as she lived the fantasy. “He’d be surprised, then, when your one of your hands dropped to the hem of your dress. More when he raised his eyes and found you looking at him through the mirror, your perfectly done lips parted slightly.” “His eyes would move back down as you slowly raised the dress up over your thighs. His cock would harden now as more and more flesh was exposed. His breathing would stop when the dress cleared the bottom of your ass checks, and he could see that you were not wearing panties.” “Oh, yes!” intoned Sarah as she imagined the scene and felt Joe’s cock driving effortlessly in and out of her ass. “The invitation would be clear to him now, breaking though the fog. He’d glance around to insure that nobody was watching, then he’d enter the bathroom and lock the door behind him. He’d stand behind you and stare at your ass, now completely exposed, the dress was bunched at your waist, trapped there against the counter. He’d see the hairless lips of your cunt peaking out from beneath your ass, and this would spur him to action. As you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled, you’d adjust your stance wider and lean a bit farther over the counter and watch through the mirror as he frees his cock.” “He would enter you quickly, forcefully, some part of his brain thinking that you’d change your mind or that he was dreaming all of this. He’d drive his cock in and out quickly, watching you from over your shoulder, captivated by the sight of your eyes and lips and the nipples pointing out under your dress. His hands would come forward and grab your breasts through the fabric, holding firmly while he ruts into your wet cunt.” “He would watch you in the mirror as he his hips slapped hard against your ass, wanting desperately to force a reaction in that calm, lovely face staring back at him. Now, you see, he wanted more than to fuck you and empty his balls into your cunt. He wanted to see the great Sarah Greenberg’s lovely facade crumble and be replaced by the same passion he felt. When he squeezed hard on your breasts and forced a gasp and then a cry from you, his need was only increased.” “This well-mannered gentleman had never before felt desire like this, and the taking of Sarah Greenberg had heated the desire to a boiling point.” “His brain entertained thoughts that were completely foreign to him, and his burning need to see you broken caused him to act on them.” “His hands left your breasts and grabbed firmly on your ass, the thumbs digging into your flesh to separate the checks. He pulled his cock out of your cunt and growled as he pushed it into your ass.” “Knowing what he wants to see, you cry out and beg him not to take you there. This of course causes him to fuck you harder, faster. You beg him not to rape your ass, over and over again. And when you feel him cock blasting cum deep in your butt, you cum as well.” At precisely this point in the narrative, fantasy becomes reality and Joe erupts in Sarah’s ass and she cries out as her climax races through her body. ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS Chapter Nine - Three Holes, No Waiting Afterwards, Sarah Greenberg had difficulty recalling any specific event over the last day and a half of her captivity. For most of that period, all three men were in the house with Sarah, and their sexual needs were undiminished from their earlier, private enjoyment of her. Joe did go fishing a couple of times. Mike had to return to campus for several hours to do some last minute research at the library. And Marty did all of the shopping. But for most of the thirty-six hours until it was time to clean up and clear out, Sarah was almost constantly servicing one or more of the men. She’d finish with Mike in her cunt, his copious discharge leaking slowly out of her pussy, and fall asleep on the worn out mattress. Woken some time later and rolled on her stomach, another cock would enter her ass and fuck back and forth until it erupted in her bowels. Her mouth tended to be used only when one or both of her other holes was already filled with cock, or, when one of the men wanted to get hard as quickly as possible. She showered constantly, cleaning the cum off her body and from her ass and cunt. During one such shower, late Saturday night while the men were drinking beer and playing cards, she was interrupted as all three filed into the small bathroom. Joe reached in to cut the shower and said, “Lie face up on the bottom of the tub, slut.” When she obeyed, all three men pulled their cocks out. Joe counted to five and three streams of piss arced down on the girl, splashing all over her body, especially her face, breasts and cunt. Sarah held her breath and close her eyes as they continued to shower her with urine. The singular smell filled her nostrils but she was able to avoid gagging. After showering yet again, she left the bathroom and found all three men waiting for her in the living room, naked as she was, their cocks standing at attention. Her pussy began to wet itself as she looked from one man to another, seeing the lust in their faces. Joe dropped to the floor and ordered her to mount his cock. Within a few minutes she had Marty’s cock buried in her ass, Joe’s in her cunt and Mike’s pushing into her throat. Thinking back, she couldn’t remember any specifics except that she came several times before, one by one, the cocks emptied their loads in her body and she was allowed to sleep. Her dreams that night were dominated by cocks and cum, and she wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that she’d been taken twice more while she slept. For Marty (and perhaps for the others) the expectation that these were the last opportunities to enjoy the beautiful and now- insatiable girl spurred him on. On Saturday, Marty emptied his balls into one orifice or another four times, counting the time in the middle of the night when he'd fucked her while she slept. He managed three more on Sunday before they packed up and left, one in each of her well-used holes. Epilogue Marty was tense at first, unsure about how to behave in the company of very rich people. He relaxed when he discovered that Sarah’s parents and little sister seemed genuinely happy to meet him. When her father took him on a tour of the 20-room house, leaving Sarah with her mother, he commented to Marty that Sarah had changed for the better since meeting Marty. “Whatever you’ve done, keep it up.” he said and didn’t notice Marty’s sly smile. Several days before, on the last day before the summer break, Sarah had dropped by Marty's suite to invite him to her home for the weekend. “Oh?” said Marty, surprised at the offer. He’d not seen Sarah since dropping her off at her dorm Sunday afternoon. That was after five days of captivity, the last two days spent with all three men, often fucking two or more at a time. She was physically and mentally exhausted. But she had come to his rooms, her manner friendly and open, and suggested they drive down to Long Island together. “Sure, I’d like that,” Marty said. “So this is where I get a chance to meet the great Mr. Greenberg.” “No,” said Sarah, smiling. “This is where my family gets a chance to meet the great Marty Arnold.” They dined on a patio overlooking the lush grounds of the estate. Marty had never eaten anything quite like the food served. Lobster bisque, an exotic green salad with slices of fresh pears and lots of romano, rack of lamb that was pink and tender, roasted potatoes, and a creme brulee for desert. The wines and after-dinner drinks were superb. He found it increasingly easy to take part in the conversation, and found himself secretly studying Sarah’s younger sister. She looked like a younger, shorter, plumper version of Sarah. It was hard to tell much about her body because she was wearing an oversized sweat shirt. He guessed that Liz was perhaps fifteen pounds overweight. After dinner, Sarah, Marty and Liz took a swim in the pool. Seeing the sixteen-year old in a swimsuit caused Marty to change his estimate. If she was overweight, it was all in her large breasts and full bottom. She was a fuller, more voluptuous version of Sarah. At one point, Sarah swam up behind Marty and whispered in his ear, “Not bad, huh?” Marty had been watching Liz drive into the pool, and Sarah noticed. “Um, what?” he tried. Sarah laughed softly into his ear and brought her hand down to feel the stiff rod in his suit. “I’m not jealous of you appreciating Liz. I think she’s lovely too.” “Yes,” said Marty, “she is that.” Sarah gave one last squeeze to his cock and swam off. Marty was given a room on the third floor. He decided, out of respect for his hosts, that he wouldn't attempt to sneak down to Sarah’s second-floor room. Sarah was under no such obligation, and quietly entered his room shortly after midnight to find Marty sound asleep. He awoke several minutes later to find her mouth wrapped around his now erect cock. Sarah then straddled Marty, still wearing her nightgown, and mounted him. They fucked slowly and silently until both came at the same time, their cries muffled as they kissed deeply. Five minutes after Sarah left to return to her room, Marty was fast asleep. The next morning, Saturday, Marty found only Liz and Sarah at the breakfast table when he came down. He kissed Sarah briefly before sitting down and helping himself to a cup of coffee. Sarah explained that her parents were at the golf club, and wouldn’t be back until late afternoon. While they ate breakfast of scrambled eggs, freshly-baked biscuits and ham, Marty noticed Liz looking at him strangely. Every time he looked over, she’d blush slightly and avert her gaze. She finally excused herself and left. Sarah left shortly after his sister, telling Marty to relax for a few minutes. He poured himself a his second cup of coffee. The view from the terrace was across a manicured lawn to a secluded cove and then the Atlantic Ocean, and it was spectacular. Sarah returned after about ten minutes. “Why don’t we take a walk down to the water?” suggested Sarah. Marty agreed, and noticed something unusual in her eyes and smile. As they strolled hand-in-hand across the lawn, Marty asked her if she noticed Liz’s strange behavior at the breakfast table. “Yes, I did. You see, Marty, Liz and I are very close.” “Uh huh,” said Marty, waiting for more. “We tell each other everything.” ‘Everything?” said Marty, incredulous. “Yep.” They continued to walk and Marty waited for Sarah to say more. Finally, Marty stopped walking and turned to Sarah, “You told her...” “That you kidnapped me and forced me to have sex with you.” “Oh, God!” said Marty, alarmed. Sarah started walking again, pulling Marty along. After a few minutes, Sarah spoke again, and her words did nothing to calm Marty’s anxiety. “I told her that you made me suck your cock, and came in my mouth. And that you took my virginity. And fucked me in the ass.” “Holy shit, Sarah. What’s she gonna think?” Sarah just smiled and continued walking. Marty walked along side of her like a zombie, not really sure what to think, and what this would mean. They arrived at a clearing that opened onto the dark green waters of the cove, small waves breaking against the sandy shore. A large dock and an even larger boat house was off to the left. Sarah led him to the boat house and inside. Blocking his view inside, Sarah turned and kissed Marty, then said, "And I told Liz that I enjoyed every minute. That it was the best experience of my life." Marty’s jaw dropped when he saw what was inside. A mattress lay in the center of the long room, and lying spread-eagle on the mattress, her wrists and ankles tied with cords that were fastened securely to hooks in the floor, was the naked body of Liz Greenberg. Her face colored as Marty stared at her full, ripe young body. Her breasts were magnificent, large and round and topped with thick nipples. Between her legs was a dark bush that couldn’t quite hide the lips of her sex and the pink flesh within. “After she heard what happened to me, Marty, she asked me to see if you’d do the same to her.” “What?” said Marty, dully. “You don’t have to, of course. But she wants it and I’d consider it a personal favor if you raped and sodomized my virgin little sister.” Marty’s cock sprang to attention in his shorts. “I’m going out shopping for the next three or four hours, but I would love to watch a tape of the proceedings.” She pointed to a videocam that was mounted on a tripod. “It’s all set up. Just hit the on switch. See you later.” Sarah kissed Marty wetly and went out the door. THE END