Captured For Sex

“Don’t ever say never, you might regret it,” a dangerous tone in his voice. The muzzle of the gun moved down between her breasts and ran over the naked, flat plane of her stomach, moving up and down.

She felt it snag onto her sweater and begin to pull her sweater up as it moved back between her cleavage. He moved his hand under the sweater, the cold muzzle now playing over her half naked skin.

“Cut off her bra. She wouldn’t be needing it,” he ordered the one behind her. 

“NNOO,” she cried out, beginning to cry as her situation became more desperate.

“Hold real still, I wouldn’t want to cut you.”

She froze, feeling her arms slump down, the one behind her make short work of her bra. She felt a prick, then the tension in her bra was released. She heard the sound of the knife cutting the cloth, the straps falling down. The bra was pulled out from under her sweater and she saw him throw it into the corner of the room.

“Such nice tits like that don’t need a bra,” the leader said, the gun moving under her sweater again, this time the cold metal touching her naked skin.

She felt her arms lurched up again, her breasts straining out in the front, both of them pinning her body between them. “Let me go and I will be nice to you,” trying a new tactic. “I will masturbate you. I know you don’t want to get into trouble. I’ll jerk you off.” She dreaded having to do that, but it was better then the alternative.

She felt the leader yank her head painfully up again, the muzzle playing over her lips. Her breast were pushed out and in by the one in back of her, a gentle fucking motion of his hips driving her back and forth.

His giant hand grabbed her face, pushing in hard. “You’ll do more then that. Much more.” His hand tightened on her neck. “You’ll do anything we say.” 

Her head was held tightly as the muzzle began to move under her sweater, feeling the cold steel play over her nipples, the tips becoming hard at the stimulation. He pushed her head down so she could watch as his hand slowly pulled her sweater up, revealing her naked breasts to both of her captors, the gun moving all over her breast flesh, her nipples swollen from the stimulation of the gun on them. “Please, no, no,” her head moving back in forth in panic. They were slowly stripping her naked.

The gun moved lower, down the flat plane of her taut stomach towards the top of her jeans. She looked back at the one behind her, his cock still humping her back, the Billy club still forcing her body upright. She looked down, the gun now playing over her belly button

“Get up so we can get your jeans off you.”

“No, no, no,” sobbing loudly now.

The leader grabbed her jeans, yanking her upright by them. “I said off,” he shouted. “Pull her jeans down,” he ordered her other captor. 

She looked back at him, his face showing a big smile. He pulled the Billy club from behind her arms, making a loud noise as it dropped onto the table near her. He pushed her back down onto the bench, her wrists still tied behind her.

He yanked her sweater up in the front until her naked breasts were exposed, his hands rubbing over the teenage flesh. He moved behind her, leaning over her body, his hands roughly fondling her naked tits as the leader watched. His hands reached down to her jeans, moving to open the snaps. Her legs began to pull up and she started squirming on the bench, anything to stop the stripping of her jeans from her body. He pulled the zipper down and pulled the jeans to the side.

She was yanked up, the captor behind her, pulling her jeans down her tight hips. He continually spun her around, pulling from the front, swinging her around and then from the back, almost knocking her down, keeping her off balance as he shoved her jeans down her legs. She could only stand there, bound, as her jeans were slowly stripped down her legs.

“Nice ass on her, swing her around again,” her body forced around so the leader could get a better glimpse at her panty covered ass cheeks. “Let them fall around her ankles,” he ordered the other. She felt them pulled down until they bunched at her ankles. 

“Please, don’t strip me naked,” she begged.

She was pushed back down onto the bench, her captor moving behind her, his hands moving quickly to her breasts. She felt his big hands squeeze them painfully before moving down and pulling her sweater up. She brought her legs up and moved about on the bench, attempting to stop him from stripping her naked. She pleaded with the leader, “don’t let him do this to me,” twisting and turning.

She felt the one behind her pull up her sweater until it was under her chin, her breasts naked. His hand grabbed her chin, pulling her upright, his hand returning to fondle her naked breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples before moving lower to her panties. “NNNO,” she cried, but he pulled on her panties, pulling them out from her body, looking down inside to see her naked bush. His hands returned to her breast, running back and forth over her teenage breasts.

She sat in the chair, her head hanging down in embarrassment, her breasts naked and her jeans gathered around her ankles, binding her legs, clad in only her panties. And she wasn’t sure how long they would remain.

The leader came back over to her, straddling her half naked body now, his hands running over her face, pulling her face up to look at his. “How do you like being stripped for us?” Your tits are even better then I thought. His fingers began to twist in her hair, gathering the long tresses and pulling them into a circle, tightening them. She felt the one behind her, his hands still continuing to play over her naked breasts, rubbing and caressing them, fingers pulling her nipples up, making the red from the abuse. The leader continued to play with her hair, his other hand running over her face. “We’re going to fuck you hard. 
Such a nice body like yours was made for fucking.”

“Please let me go, please,” she begged, the two men continuing to fondle her half naked body.

“Release her arms,” the leader told the other one.

“Thank you, thank you,” jubilant that she was going to be released, not understanding why, just happy that she was. Her jubilance was short-lived. The leader reached down and started stroking her naked legs as the other fumbled with the tight rope behind her. He ran his hands over her naked breasts.

“Great tits,” one hand moving down to her legs and begin to rub them, moving from one leg to the next, his hands rubbing her hips, moving back to grab her naked ass flesh. Two hands followed, grabbing one of her thighs.

She struggled, bringing her legs up when he reached between her thighs, squirming when he rubbed her hips, her movement limited by her captor working on her bound wrists. “I thought you were letting me go,” she cried out to the leader.

Her wrists were finally released from the rope, but her captor gripped them tightly in his big hands. “We’re just going to strip you naked for us,” he laughed.

She began to sob, her situation now terrible. The leader was pulling her jeans off her legs as she kicked with her legs. But the jeans around her ankles made her kicks ineffective. “NNNNNO, wwwwhhh,” tears falling from her eyes. She struggled, the leader grabbing her naked leg and pulling the jeans off one of her legs. The captor behind her yanked her arms back, his other hand yanking her chin back, forcing her upright again. She kicked and kicked, one leg now free from the confining jeans but now naked. She tried to kick him with the free leg but he was stronger, brushing her kicks aside.

The leader moved up to her face, grabbing it tightly. “You don’t want to get hurt do you? Relax now,” he ordered her. She pulled her legs up as he moved back down to strip the jeans from her other leg. He took her jeans, balling them up and tossing them into the corner with her bra.

The captor behind her yanked her arms up high into the air, while the leader pulled the sweater up, covering her face before pulling it off her arms. She cried again, her breasts now naked. Her arms were released as she was now naked except for her tiny panties. 

She began to cry again, moving around on the bench, four hands now roughly fondling her body. The leader grabbed her wrists and moved them behind her. “Hold her,” he ordered the other. The captor grabbed both of her wrists in one giant hand, his other hand back to her breast to fondle it. The leader moved between her kicking legs, his hands running up and down her side, sliding over her naked breasts before sliding down her naked hips and ass cheeks as she bounced around the bench.