London terror

Connie Chang-Norton stepped out of the shower and reached for the large terry cloth towel hanging on the rack. The Chinese beauty toweled the excess water from her short, black hair as the water droplets on her smooth, bown skin sparkled in the sunlight from the window. Slowly, almost sensually, she rubbed the towel over her firm, well shaped breasts and down across her flat, hard stomach. Placing one foot on the edge of the bathtub, she leaned over to dry her, shapely legs.

Returning the towel to the rack, Connie stood naked while she combed out her still damp hair and reached for the blow dryer. Using the medium heat setting, she began drying the thick, silky hair that fell well below her shoulders. As her hair dried, the blow dryer fluffed out the hair and created a frame for her pretty, oriental face.

Finished with her hair, Connie applied eyeliner to accent her deep blue, almost violet, eyes. Her eyelashes were long and thick, so she had no need of mascara. She completed her makeup by applying a pale red lipstick to her full, luscious lips.

Connie padded down the hall of the apartment to her bedroom. She removed a pair of white satin panties from the top left drawer of her bureau and stepped into them. Next, she put on a matching white satin garter belt, which was cooler and more comfortable than pantyhose in hot weather. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Connie slipped one of the nylons over her right foot and slowly pulled it up over her thigh, smoothing it as she went. After clipping the garters to the top of the stocking, she repeated the process with the left leg.

Connie walked to the closet and selected a white sundress with spaghetti straps and slipped it over her head. Again reaching into her closet, she picked up a pair of white high heeled sandals and carried them to the bed, where she sat down. Slipping the sandals onto her feet, she buckled the straps around her trim ankles.

Connie checked her reflection in the mirror and decided she was pleased with the results. The hair and light brown skin were complimented by the white dress, the legs made even shapelier by the high heels, the beautiful figure that protruded in all the right places. Yeah, Connie was pleased with the way she looked on this beautiful summer evening.

Connie was looking forward to tonight. It had been a stressful twp weeks for the 29 year old actress who'd been doing film work for a Chinese TV channel show and a modeling assignment in London. Her British husband. Rick, was still in Hong Kong and would be arriving in London tomorrow with their four-year-old daughter for a holiday in France. Connie had arranged to meet the film crew and a few of the girls from the fashion shoot. The plan was to have dinner at upscale seafood restaurant near the Thames River, before strolling to a jazz club.

Picking up her small white purse from the end table, Connie left the hotel. Taking the elevator to the ground floor, she took a taxi. Friday night was normally crowded, but tonight was worse than usual with several events taking place. . Connie's taxi was caught in the traffic and she decided to walk the last half mile. She'd been in the area before but could not quite remember the way. She asked a woman for directions." Short cut down this road, love. The left. Not far," she was told.

She walked down the poorly lit, quiet street, her heels clicking against the pavement. hen suddenly two forms leaped out of the gloom and drove Connie against the side of a wall, knocking the wind out of her. One of the assailants grabbed her left arm and clamped a hand over her mouth, while the other grabbed her right arm and pressed a knife to her throat.

"One sound, bitch, just one sound and I'll cut your fucking throat from ear to ear. You understand?"

Connie stood frozen in terror, her eyes bulging in their sockets.

" I said YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Connie nodded her head and the hand covering her mouth was removed.

" You do what you're told, you may just get out of this alive. No screaming. That's the first rule."

" Please," Connie nearly whispered " don't hurt me. My money's in my purse. Credit cards, too. Take it. Take it and go. I won't scream. Please, just take it and go."

" Hold her, Bill." the one with the knife said. Bill took both of Connie's wrists and twisted her arms behind her back. Leaning down, the other one picked up Connie's purse from where she had dropped it and began checking the contents.

" How much is there, Vern?" the one named Bill asked.

" VISA, MasterCard and over two hundred quid. Not bad."

" You'll let me go now? Please?" Connie begged.

" Not quite yet, sweetheart. There's something else you have that we're interested in."

Connie sucked in her breath as Vern reached under the hem of her dress and grabbed her crotch. She tried forcing her thighs together and twisting her body to get away, but the offending hand kept squeezing her crotch. "Got some nice expensive chink pussy here," he said/

" Oh, no! Oh please no! You can't!" Connie whimpered.

" We can do any damned thing we want, bitch!" Vern growled as he held the knife in Connie's face.

" Listen up, chinkee" Bill whispered in Connie's ear " We're going to party with you. You co-operate, you walk away after. You don't co-operate, you die. We still party, only the ending changes. The choice is yours."

Connie felt the sickening twisting of fear in the pit of her stomach. She felt the horror of what was about to happen. There was nothing she could do and she knew it. She could only try to survive.

Connie closed her eyes as Vern reached up with the knife and slowly cut the two thin straps that held up Connie's dress. Vern slid the dress down, exposing her bare breasts, and let it drop to the ground around Connie's feet.

" Nice. Real nice." he said. "Good pair for a chink. Not flat chested this one."

" Please stop. Please." Connie moaned as Vern leaned over and began sucking on her nipple. His hand went to her crotch, his fingers working their way under the material of her panties. Slowly he pulled the panties down from under the garter belt.

" Let's get everything out in the open." Vern grinned as he used the knife to slice both sides of Connie's panties. He dropped the now useless piece of satin on top of the dress laying on the ground. Connie stood in front of Vern wearing only her garter belt, nylons and high heels. Her entire body trembled with fear.

" Please let me go. Please don't do this. Oh God, don't hurt me." Connie sniffed through the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Bill was now holding Connie's arms behind her with one hand, his other rubbing across her stomach and up to her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. Vern moved in close, pinning Connie between Bill and himself while his hand moved between her legs.

" Nnnuuuuhhhh" Connie moaned as Vern forced a finger up inside her. " Stop. Please stop. Aaahh ...ohh please."

Bill continued squeezing Connie's breasts while Vern licked her neck and finger fucked her. Connie was moaning and crying as the two men continued abusing her. Vern forced a second finger up inside her and continued the abuse. The constant pumping of Vern's fingers inside her began causing Connie's body to react. Her vagina began lubricating itself as nature intended.

" I'll be damned! The bitch is getting wet!" Vern laughed, causing Connie to blush bright red with shame.

" Shit!" said Bill, " She must really want it bad. Let's get her back to the van!"

Vern straightened up and took his hand away from Connie's vagina. " Okay. We're going to walk back to our van. Try to scream, try to run, you'll regret it. Understand?"

Bill and Vern each took one of Connie's arms and began walking the nearly naked actress towards a parked van. Someone would have to see them, Connie thought. Anybody who saw the way she was dressed would know what was happening. Someone would see them and call for help. The click-click of her high heels on the concrete had never sounded so lonely to Connie before.

" Please, leave me alone! Don't do this to me! Oh God, please don't!" Connie begged as they reached the vehicle.

Connie couldn't believe that this was really happening to her. She had never been sexually promiscuous. She had only slept with one man before marrying her husband, and even that had been during a long term relationship. The thought of having two men taking turns using her body was both terrifying and sickening to Connie. She felt the knot of cold fear in the pit of her stomach grow as they approached the rear of a battered old Chevy van. Not both of them, she thought. Oh dear God not both of them!

As they reached the van, the rear doors were thrown open without Bill or Vern touching them, confusing Connie for an instant. How had the doors opened on their own? That was when her fear turned to stark terror. There were three more men in the back of the van!

" OH DEAR GOD NO! EEeemmuumphh.....mmuunnhhh." Connie tried to scream, but Bill was ready and clamped his hand over her mouth.

Connie was fighting now, struggling to try and break free, but her efforts were useless. The men were too strong and there were too many of them. Bill and Vern each had one of her arms twisted behind her back. Eddy, jumping down from the van to help, grabbed Connie's ankles and lifted her feet from the ground. She tried kicking, but Eddy had his arm wrapped around both of her ankles, pinning them together and immobilizing her legs. Connie continued struggling in vain.

" Come on, come on! Hand her up!" Carl instructed.

As the three men on the ground lifted Connie towards the rear of the van, Carl grabbed her under the arms while Dave grabbed her legs. They hauled her into the van and threw her roughly to the floor as Bill, Vern and Eddy climbed into the van and closed the doors.

Connie rolled to a sitting position and began scuttling backwards across the floor, trying to get as far away from the five men as possible. She ran out of room when she moved into the corner formed by the side wall of the van and the back of the drivers seat. Her attackers were in a half circle around her, staring at her nearly nude body like a group of starving wolves eyeing a helpless lamb. Connie shook her head from side to side, looking from man to man through her tears.

" Please, please let me go! Oh God you can't do this! You can't! P-please!" Connie begged.

Carl looked towards the front of the van. " Okay, Mark. Let's go!"

Connie's eyes grew large as she snapped her head around to see another man behind the wheel of the van and yet another in the passenger seat. Seven! There were SEVEN of them!

Suddenly, as the van began moving, they were all over her. Hands were grabbing and squeezing every part of her body. Pulling her head back by the hair, one of them clamped his mouth to Connie's, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Two others were sucking and chewing on both of her breasts. She felt a fourth move between her legs, licking her vagina and sucking on her clitoris while he shoved a finger up her ass. Both of her nylon clad legs were being held in the air while the final two were kissing and nibbling on her calves and thighs. Only Mark, who was driving the van, was not involved in mauling Connie.

" Stop it!" she yelled when she finally broke her mouth free. " Please stop it! Leave me alone!"

Connie felt hands grabbing her legs and arms, dragging her out onto the floor of the van. She tried to fight, but it was hopeless. Four men were holding her down, her arms over her head and her legs spread eagle. Rick had occasionally asked her to wear a garter belt with nylons and high heels while they made love, but she had never done it for him. Now, she thought, she was going to do it for these seven strangers!