Taken, On a date

Note : This story is completely fictional!

 The sound of the gravel made a comfortable crunch under the tire’s of her car as she crept down the drive to the house that stood just off the road in this small town of Petronila. Sally peered ahead, her senses heightened by the rush of emotions that coursed through her entire body. Here, in this house ahead, she was going to meet a lover.

His name was Tom, and they had been corresponding through the Internet for several weeks now. As the car moved forward, she thought back to the first time she had responded to Tom’s ad for a discreet lover.

He was shy, but very passionate; adamant about his needs and his need to please a woman. Something in his tone touched her, and Sally had followed her heart until this moment, which found her just yards from having a lover again. She pulled up to the house, and turned off the engine. The house was quiet, mysterious, and there was no sign of Tom in the doorway, or the windows.
Sally shivered. It was cold, but she was also nervous. She and Tom had not exchanged phone numbers. Their last correspondence had led to Tom giving her his address, with instructions what to wear and when to arrive.

Her husband conveniently away for the weekend with his buddies, and their kids at friend’s houses, she had dressed in a comfortable button-up, sleeveless blouse and a skirt that hung to just above her knees. It was 6 o’clock; her door broke the silence like a gunshot. Startled, she broke out her thoughts and got out of the car.
After a quick glance at her hair in the side mirror, Sally walked briskly to the front door. There was a note on the door. It read, “Come right in! I’m in the back yard. Tom”. He had drawn a heart next to his name. She smiled. Part of her nervousness left as she walked through the door.

The house was dark inside, lit only by the sunlight coming through the windows. Shutting the door, she turned towards a hallway that seemed to lead back through the house. As she took a step forward, Sally heard a creak behind her.
As she turned, she was struck in the mouth with an open hand. She fell to the floor, her mouth throbbing and her mind stunned. She tasted her blood as it trickled out through her lips. Groggy from the hit, she looked back up to where she thought her attacker might be.

“Tom?” She forced herself to talk. “Is that you?” The shadow of a man stood over her, silent, waiting. Sally tried to sit up, but the man surged forward and pinned her back on the floor. His face clearly visible now, she didn’t recognize him. “Tom?” She asked again.
“No, I’m not Tom”, he grinned menacingly. “Tom got held up at his job. He won’t be here for a while. Until then, you are all mine.” The man pulled a knife out from behind him, and pressed it to her neck. “Are you going to give me any trouble?” Sally shook her head. She knew it was pointless to struggle.

The man slapped her again in the face. Sally lay there so stunned, she couldn’t move. The pain was overwhelming. She felt her lips and cheeks swelling, wondering if the man had broken a bone in her face. He began to unbutton her blouse. It was a surreal moment: her face battered, but her attacker gently undressing her.
She looked at her captor. He was a good-looking man. In another time, in another setting, she would have wanted to be with him. Now, her head swimming with her pain and fears of rape, he was only a monster.

Her blouse unbuttoned, the man got up and pulled Sally up with him. She could hardly stand. “Hold onto this railing”, he commanded roughly, and she held onto the banister of the stairs that rose next to the hallway. He unzipped her skirt, and pulled it off her hips.
Sally stepped out of it, as if by cue, and the man took her by the hand and led her, clad only in her bra and panties, up the stairs. It was all she could do to follow, her head pounding from the force of his hands. He led her to a bedroom, in which there stood a large bed with posts on each corner.
“What are you going to do to me?” Sally was hoping to get out of there alive, but she was still anxious to know in what way he was going to brutalize her. “Take off your bra”, he ordered, sitting down on a rocking chair that sat by the bed.

She obeyed, and her full breasts flopped out before him as she tossed her bra on the bed behind her. “nice tits! Now take off your panties.” Again she complied. Afterwards she stood before him, her trimmed bush dark against her skin in the sunlit room.
“Now take off my pants”, he said, as he stood up in front of her. Sally knelt in front of him and began to unzip his pants. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a hard body with nice abs. She pulled down his pants, and he stepped out of them. Then she took his boxers off.

His cock hung there in front of her. He was huge, an easy 8 inches long, but very thick. Sally gulped. Her husband wasn’t that big! He grinned at the look on her face. “Stand up!”
She stood up in front of him, their bodies only inches apart. “This is the deal: do whatever I say, and I won’t hurt you anymore. Understand?” Sally made no motion that she even heard him. He spun her around suddenly, pushed her over onto the bed, and began to spank her ass. It soon turned red, and she cried out in pain!
“Do you understand?” She nodded, lying on the bed. He pulled her over onto her back. “Get all the way on the bed. Lay on your back, with your legs spread. I’m going to warm you up a bit.” Sally dutifully did as she was told.

The man knelt between her thighs, and began to lick her hairy mound. Sally forced herself to think about how horrible he was, and then about her husband and kids. But soon, too soon, his tongue began to have an effect on her. Hating herself, she began to succumb to the feelings that had begun to grow under the plowing of his lips and tongue.
Sally’s legs spread instinctively, as if to invite her attacker deeper. She began to cry, her anger at herself growing at the same rate as her arousal. She had just begun to thrust her pussy against his mouth when he stopped and got up. A mix of shame, anger, and despair sprang from her eyes towards him as he smiled down at his captive.

“That’s enough for now. Pull yourself up on the bed until your head is over the side.” Sally moved until her head was tilted back over the edge of the bed. The man circled around her, and placed his cock against her lips. “You’re going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop. I want you to take it in all the way.” Sally shook her head, her lips pursed tightly.
He bent over her body and flipped her over. Then he began to spank her, slapping her ass so hard that she screamed in pain. Sally begged him to stop, telling him she would do as he said, but the man continued his punishment.

After a minute or so, which seemed like an eternity to her, he stopped. “What are you going to do now”, he asked. Sally rolled over, letting her head tilt back with her mouth wide open. He slipped his cock between her lips, and began to thrust in and out of her mouth.
Sally’s mouth spread at the thickness of his cock inside her. He could see her lips lose their color as they stretched around his massive rod. Smiling down at her, he penetrated her repeatedly, ever so often going just a little bit deeper until, after several minutes, she had taken him in all the way.
She had to learn the hard way. Gagging most of the time, she would push him out, only to have him pinch her nipples until she screamed. By the time she had learned to deepthroat, her nipples and breasts were dark red from his abuse. His cock, fully erect now, had begun to throb.

The man took his cock out and climbed onto the bed with Sally. Lying together, he began to kiss her on the mouth. She knew, without his saying so, that he wanted her to make out with him, too. She devoured his lips, out of fear of punishment. Her hand found his hard cock, and she stroked it continually while he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Again, against her will, she felt her arousal grow again. Hating herself, but wanting to live, she gave in to wicked thoughts that had begun to cloud her mind. “Okay, then, fuck me! Come on, fuck me hard! Make me pay for being so naïve to come to a strange place with a stranger!” She felt responsible for her predicament. This was what she deserved for cheating on her husband.

The man with her was having no part of her fantasy, though. He wanted control, and he took it! Pulling her over to the side of the bed, he bent her over and mounted her from the rear. She gasped as his huge cock slid slowly into her tight hole. It hurt! It hurt a lot!
Sally bit her lip against the pain. After penetrating her fully, the man began to thrust in and out her. The pain was unbearable as he raped her! “NO!” She cried out silently. “I don’t want to get pregnant!” He wasn’t wearing a condom.

His thrusting increased in ferocity. It seemed as if he wanted to rip her in two. All desire, all arousal had left her. She felt like a used rag doll. It wasn’t long before he began to cum inside her. She felt his hot cum spurting out. She could even imagine his sperm swimming eagerly for her egg.
He pulled out of her after he had finished emptying his load. Sally sighed in relief. “Perhaps he will stop for a few minutes”, she thought. She was wrong.
The man was still stiff, so he pressed his cock against her asshole, and as she started to scream in protest, drove it inside her with a force of pain that knocked her into unconsciousness. Her mind went blank, her body, limp.

She awoke to a tremendous pain in her ass. Her face hurt. Where was she? What had happened? She lay there, unsure of why she was on this bed in a strange room.
Then, like a horrible flood, the memory of her abduction and rape came back to her, and she sat up in the bed. Something held her there. She looked to her wrists, and saw that she had been handcuffed to the posts of the bed.

The man was not in the room. Sally sagged back onto the bed. Where was Tom? It had to be late now. Why had this happened to her?
She heard a noise from another room. A door opened at the side of the bedroom, and her captor appeared, clad only in a towel. “Are you awake, then?” He smiled meanly. She glared at him.
“Ready for some more?” He sat on the bed next to her, his hands reaching for her breasts. Sally spat in his face, and received a stinging backhand for her action. Crawling between her legs, forcing them apart, he mounted her, his thick cock parting her folds forcefully.

He ra-ped her there, again, his eyes taunting hers, his fingers twisting and pinching her nipples as he fucked her hard. A trickle of blood slid down from the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips. Her blood was familiar now.

Sally rode the wave of pain that was her rapist. She was beginning to slip into a role now, though she couldn’t have formulated this thought on her own. In her time with the Navy, she had experienced abuse at one level or another. But the pain of boot camp and the mental anguish she underwent there could never compare to this domination of her body.
The man finished pumping her. She had been fucked twice (that she knew of) by this man. The chances of her getting pregnant were getting larger in percentage with every time she was mounted. It was about to get worse.

He got up, looked at her, and then called back over his shoulder. “Guys, you can come in now!” Sally watched in horror as the bedroom door opened, and a line of men filed into the room. There were five of them, three black, and two white, and they were looking at her with lust in their eyes.
Her captor reached into the pocket of his pants that were lying on the floor, and pulled out a key. Reaching the handcuffs, he took them off of Sally. When free, she grabbed the sheets of the bed and covered herself, looking nervously at the men who stood around the bed.

“Whichever way you want it, that’s the way these guys are going to give it to you. Nice or rough, it’s up to you.” As if by a prior agreement, one of the black guys climbed onto the bed and began to pull the sheets off of her. Sally looked him in the eyes, and realized she was going to get fucked out of her mind the entire night. She might as well get used to the idea.
She lay back against the pillows, spreading her legs. The black guy pulled her up on all fours, turning her body so she could be reached on both sides of the bed. Someone turned the light on, and one of the other guys stood in front of her face while the black guy mounted her from behind.

The night continued like that, the men raping her over and over again, violating her mouth, her ass, and her pussy until, by sheer force of habit, Sally began to assume the position before a man took his place. If she grew tired, or tried to stop, the men would spank her until she became compliant.
By the end of the night, she had been involved in any kind of sex act imaginable with men. She had three men in her at once several times, and had performed oral sex on all the men at least twice, swallowing every load. It went without saying that they did not use condoms when they came inside her. The odds of her becoming pregnant that night were very high.
Tom never showed up, as he had promised. Sally was finally allowed to fall asleep around 4 am the next morning. When she awoke, about 8 am, she found herself between the two black guys. All three of them were naked. The men were still asleep.

Something had changed in the night. She no longer had the strength to escape, or to fight. Reaching over, Sally took the cock of one of her rapists in her hand, and pulled herself to it.
Sliding her mouth over his shaft, she began to bob up and down over the man, willing herself to take him fully inside her. After several minutes, he began to harden inside her, and she lost herself in the feel of his heat against the inside of her mouth.

The more she sucked and licked him, the more he came alive. He never woke up, though. After several more minutes, he began to ejaculate, and it was all she could do to swallow his load entirely.
When he finished, she licked her lips and moved to the man on her other side. His cock was smaller, so she was able to devour him more. It was while she was squeezing his balls that she felt a large cock slide into her pussy from behind.
She looked behind her, as much as her cock-filled mouth would let her, and saw the other black man smiling down at her as he began to fuck her tired pussy. She pressed back against him, as if to say, “I’m yours. Take me as you will.”

By the time she had swallowed the load from the sleeping man under her, the man behind her began to fill her pussy with his seed. When he finished, she turned around and licked him clean. Then she snuggled back on the bed, looking up at him with a faint smile on her face.

He looked at her and said, “So how do you feel about…” his voice trailed off. Sally said, “You mean how I feel being raped by the lot of you, over and over again, against my will?” He nodded.
“Well, I feel raped. I feel violated. But I also feel…” it was her turn to fall silent. “You feel what?” He asked her, looking seriously in her eyes.
“I feel out of control, dominated, taken, if you will. And that part of this ordeal makes me feel very sexual, as if I was just an object to be used. I can’t explain it any better.” She closed her eyes.

The black man laid back down beside her, with his back turned to her. Sally put her arm around him, sliding her hand up and down his stomach, and to his cock. They fell back to sleep that way.
When she awoke again, it was to the feel of a cock being forced into her ass. She looked back and saw her captor begin to hammer away at her with his large rod. The pain was less now, due more to the fact she had been violated there repeatedly throughout the night than any enjoyment she may have begun to derive by it.
She pushed back against him, willing herself to endure his continued rape of her body. When it seemed he was about to cum, he pulled out of her and pressed his cock to her mouth. Sally began to protest. His cock had just come from her ass.

He grabbed her by the hair and she obediently opened her mouth. Her body was not her own here. She had learned that over the course of the night. Changing tactics, she took him fully into her mouth, trying to block out the fecal taste, and devouring him madly.
It wasn’t long before he came, and she swallowed his load with a fervor that surprised him. Afterwards he gave her skirt and blouse back to her. “No panties, no bra?” He shook his head. “You leave like that.”

She dressed, and then walked with him down the stairs to the front door. Her nipples poked out from beneath the material of her blouse, like thimbles. He opened the door for her, but ordered her to bend over on the porch. She obeyed unsure if he was going to fuck her one more time, or what.

He lifted her skirt and, holding her by the waist, began to spank her hard on the ass. She gritted her teeth against the pain. Ten seconds went by, twenty seconds went by, thirty…
Her ass burned from the pain! She was crying now. When he finished, she could hardly stand up. She turned to him, partly in anger, partly in, well, she didn’t know.

Then he slapped her on the mouth. “I’m Tom, Sally”, he said as her swollen mouth dropped open in shock, another trickle of blood tracing a line down to her chin. “I had a great time. I hope you did, too.”
Sally’s eyes grew wide. She couldn’t speak at first. Her face turned red, and she raised her hand to strike her captor. Then a look came over her, and she dropped her hand to her side.
“I’m glad to meet you, Tom”, she whispered, “Same time next week?”