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
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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