MRWADE35.STY BY MASTER WADE
Karen, Kidnapped:Part One
Most of the time I have no problems concerning the variety of
people that I'm with sexually. Usually the people I choose to train or
to use are there because they want to be very much and they are either
unattached or they are there at the behest of their husband or lover.
Several years ago however I made the mistake of allowing a young girl
to spend time with me who had a very jealous boyfriend. Her taste in
men wasn't much either, as I later found out. The guy was a biker who
was heavily into drugs and lots of other unsavory things as I was to
find out in a most eventful way.
About a week after I had spent a couple of days with this girl,
whose name is Anita, I got a call from her boyfriend on the phone. He
made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I
had done with his girl. Well, she was quite a lovely young girl, but I
sure didn't need that kind of trouble. I assured him that he'd have no
problems from me and suggested he forget about it and concentrate on
Anita instead. Somehow, I didn't think he'd listen to my advice.
You may remember Karen from some of the other stories I've told.
She's a delight in every way, and one of the most eager to please
little sluts I've ever known. I've cultivated our relationship through
the years and have enjoyed every moment I've spent with her.
A couple of weeks after the threat from the biker, Karen called to
say she wanted to come visit for a couple of days. Her husband was
going to be out of town and her young girlfriend was going to be busy
having exams at school, and Karen wanted to make sure that she didn't
let herself interfere with her friends grades. She knew the temptation
would be strong to spend lots of time with her while her husband was
gone. As always I was thrilled to hear from her, and so was Monica,
and we looked forward to her visit.
I picked Karen up at the airport on Friday afternoon, around
5:00. Monica stayed home to prepare supper for us, and asked me to
stop by the store on the way home to pick up some odds and ends for
her. (The store was out of odds and the ends had gone up nearly 100%
since I last shopped....sorry, couldn't resist) I made sure that Karen
went in the store with me. I love to show her off when I'm with her,
and besides its fun checking out the cucumbers and things when she's
along.
We had driven perhaps a mile after stopping by the grocery store
when suddenly I felt the cold steel of a gun barrel being pressed
against my neck. Donnie, the biker, was in the back seat of the car
and was very serious about what he would do if I didn't do exactly as
he asked. I have this iron clad rule. Whenever someone has a gun
pointed at me I do everything I can to make them happy. This was no
exception.
He told me where to turn and we drove for over an hour. He took
us way out in the country and when he was sure no one would see us
exchange seats he put me in the backseat with Karen and blindfolded us
both and tied us. He then drove for what seemed like another hour
before stopping the car and pulling us out.
When he removed the blindfolds all I could tell was that we were
in a garage of some kind. It seemed to be a converted barn, but it was
obviously used for repair work to automobiles and motorcycles, as there
were several sitting around in the process of being worked on. He
shoved us down on an old school bus bench in the corner, leaving us
tied and further secured our bonds by running a long chain through our
arms and padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat.
Karen and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly
what to expect. I explained to her who the man was and could only try
to reassure her that no harm would come to her. For all I knew the
idiot would kill us both. When he returned he was not alone, but was
accompanied by what appeared to be the members of some kind of
motorcycle gang.
He seemed to be quite proud of his conquest and explained to the
others that he was going to make me wish I had never fucked Anita.
Anita blushed deeply when he said that, and I could tell that he had
been using a much different kind of domination with her than what she
had recieved from me.
Except for their clothes, which were typical biker's clothes the
people in the club seemed like pretty normal and attractive young
people. There were several couples, and the women were in general
quite good looking. They certainly filled out the tight jeans nicely,
and a couple of them were especially well stacked. I knew it was
doubtful that I'd be getting any of the pussy that was there, but I
sure would have enjoyed it. My only hope at that moment was that I
would live to tell about it all.
"What's the slut's name, asshole!", Donnie snarled at me.
"Her name is Karen", I said. "Look, leave her out of all this,
she hasn't done anything to you, I'm the one you're upset with", I
pleaded.
"Hell man, I'm not gay you know. I'm not sure yet what I'll do
with you, but one thing for sure, I'm going to have a crack or two at
your little slut here before I turn her loose." He began untying
Karen's bonds and pulled her to the center of the garage, holding her
in front of his friends.
"This is slut cunt. And what do we do with slut cunt, gang?", he
asked, loudly.
"Fuck it!", shouted one of the men.
"Shove pussy juice in it's mouth", leered one of the women.
"Any damn thing we want to", said one particulary large man who
looked strong enough to live up to his words.
Donnie began to strip Karen of her clothes, but stopped when given
a better idea by one of the women. "Make her strip for us!", she
shouted. "Hell, yea...take 'em off, little whore. Show us your naked
slut body", countered Donnie, who moved away from Karen, leaving her
standing there in the center of the floor, trembling from a mixture of
excitement and fear.
Karen did as they requested, slowly removing all her clothing
until she was standing there stark naked in front of the whole group.
Her training was such a part of her that she made no effort to cover
her breasts or her pussy, but simply stood before them and listened
with embarrassment as they talked about her naked body.
One of the men pushed his wife or girlfriend out in front of him
and pulled open her blouse, showing Karen her tits. "These are tits,
bitch...those little nubs of yours ain't even big enough to see!", he
taunted bringing a hearty laugh from the others. He pushed his girl up
to Karen and took Karen's hands and placed them on the girl's breasts
as he continued to taunt her. "Feel these tits, slut. See how her
nipples get so hard and long? She loves pussy just as much as the guys
in this group do, and so do the rest of the women. You like pussy?
You'd better...cause you're going to be staring at a lot of it while
you're here!!"
In other circumstances I would have found their taunting exciting,
and I knew that Karen would have as well. I wasn't sure how she would
respond to what they were putting her through, but she found the girl's
big breasts interesting at least, because it wasn't long before she was
caressing them of her own free will. I doubted that anyone, including
Donnie knew just how bi Karen really was, but I had an idea they were
going to find out.
"Enough of this shit, I want to fuck the bitch!", hissed Donnie,
pulling Karen away from the now excited semi-clad woman and pushing her
over to an old sedan which was parked in the garage. He shoved her up
against it and bent her over the hood so that her ass was exposed and
pushed out toward him. Reaching down to a drain pan nearby he covered
his hand with old automobile oil and spread it over her ass, being sure
to get plenty on her asshole. Then roughly and with no compassion at
all he took his huge cock from his pants and shoved it up her ass and
began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of the old car.
In a very short time he had shot his load up her tight little ass
and another man had taken his place, smearing more oil on her naked
body before shooting his load of fuck into her. I watched as they took
turns with her, fucking her up the ass or in her cunt, wherever they
chose, over and over again. She never gave them any resistance,
realizing, I'm sure that it was fruitless to do so. But by the time a
couple of the men had shot their loads into her she began to become
excited herself and was actually grinding her ass back on the thick
dicks that pushed themselves into her holes.
The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded
their fuckers into the submissive and now oil-covered slut. When the
men had spent themselves, the women took over and pushing Karen into
the back seat of the old car took turns with her, rubbing their naked
bodies over her oily skin and pressing their hot pussies into her mouth
until they came loudly and moved away for the next woman to have her
turn.
"She loves it! You can't fool me...I know a bi-slut when I see
one!", exclaimed one of the women.
"Damn right she does! She had her tongue so deep up my snatch
that I thought it was going to come out my throat!", leered another of
them.
When they were done, most of the group drifted away to somewhere
else, leaving just Donnie and Anita in the garage with us. Donnie
pulled Karen out of the backseat and tied her arms to the door of the
car, instructing Anita to wipe the oil off of her body before walking
away to another part of the garage. Anita had taken her turn with
Karen too, and there was no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it.
She was gentle in washing the oil from Karen's naked body, and I could
tell that Karen was even now responding to the touch of the pretty
young girls hands on her body.
When Donnie came back to our part of the garage he found Anita
kissing Karen deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight. "You like
the little whore, do you Anita? Good, we'll keep her around for a
while, cause I like watching you use her. Here...give her some of
this", she sneered, handing Anita a half full vodka bottle.
Anita held the bottle to Karen's lips and when Karen balked at
drinking from it, Donnie held her head and Anita poured it into her
mouth. She gagged on the first mouthful, but soon they established a
rythym, feeding her just enough at a time to keep her from gagging. At
first I thought they were going to pour the rest of the bottle into
her, but they stopped short by a couple of mouthfuls, sharing those
between themselves. Still, I knew that they had given her enough to
make her very drunk, if not sick. I hoped she could hold it.
It took a while for the effects of the vodka to set in, and when
it did I had to chuckle at Karen, myself. She seemed to lose any fear
of her situation and began giggling and talking about how much she
loved to fuck. Donnie and Anita loved the effect the strong drink was
having on her, and he sent Anita to get the others to see the little
slut in her drunk condition. She was babbling away when Karen returned
with several of the others.
"Shit...I like...I like to fuck! My holes don't hardly
know...shit...my holes don't like..my holes don't like to be fuckin
empty! No sir! Not me. Fuck!", she stammered drunkenly. Her
observers smiled broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and
a very attractive and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about
17 walked up to Karen and began to finger her pussy as she stood there
naked, tied to the car door.
"Yea!!!, baby!!!...Do it! Fuck! Shove your whole damn hand in
me, I don't care! Hell...see if you can find a cock in there!
Somebody lost theirs! Shit! Fuck!"
I'd never seen Karen like this, and in addition to it being
amusing, it was also pretty exciting. She would talk lewdly when I
told her too, of course, but in her drunken state she was being
especially nasty. Her filthy drunken words had its effect on the
others too, and pretty soon there was another woman, older, but
obviously equally bi playing with Karen's tits and kissing her deeply
on the mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that
poured endlessly from her mouth.
A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Karen and the
other girls, looking to see just how many fingers the young little
blonde girl was plunging into Karen's hot hole. They encouraged her to
keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the big breasted girl
who couldn't seem to keep her tongue out of Karen's hungry mouth, Karen
encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her fuck hole up with more
and more of her hand.
I couldn't see well enough from my position on the bus seat to
tell how close she was coming to putting it all in, but when she did
get her whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.
"It's in!", shouted one of the men. "She got the whole fuckin
thing in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut's bottom
like a stalion's dick!"
Karen was lost in a sea of drunken passion, hunching downward as
hard as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and
moaning hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl continued
to plunge her fist in and out of Karen's dripping fuck hole, twisting
and turning her arm from time to time as if testing to see just what
she could do with Karen's pussy. One of the men who was kneeling in
front watching took the girls arm in his hand and began to help her
fuck Karen by pushing her arm upward and pulling it back, just as if it
were a big dildo he was using.
By now there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now
sitting around in the floor with their cocks out stroking them as they
watched Karen being fisted. They didn't go un-noticed by Karen, and
she blurted out her appreciation. "Look at all the cocks!", she
moaned, drunkenly. "Damn, I love good fuck meat! Whip 'em boys! Make
your fuck fly!"
Donnie untied the bonds that were holding Karen to the car door,
and pushing the others away from the babbling Karen, pushed her to her
knees in the floor.
"You want some fuck meat, little slut? Crawl over there and get
you some. The boy's will be glad to feed you!"
The little teenager who had been fisting Karen was watching with
passion still in her eyes and idly licking Karen's copious fuck from
her hand and wrist, making sure she got it all by licking between her
fingers as well as up and down her arm. With her free hand she began
stripping off her clothes and pretty soon Anita was helping her.
In the meantime, Karen had begun to crawl across the rough and
dirty concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with
taunting comments. "Come and get it little slut!" "Here little
pussy...here little pussy." "Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin
mouth!"
Even in her drunken state, Karen knew how to find her way to a
good thick cock, and she was soon gobbling on one of the men's big
dicks as if she had been starving for fuck all day long. In almost no
time he was shooting his load into her mouth and was pushing her head
over to the man next to him who then shoved his meat into her mouth.
I knew it was bound to happen, and when she had sucked off the
fourth man in their little circle she passed out, falling onto her back
in the floor. There were still men who had not shot their cum into her
mouth, however, and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed
them into her mouth until they had emptied their balls.
She was out for probably fifteen minutes or more, and while she
was out they entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the
men and the women. Several of the men stood over her at one time and
poured their yellow streams of piss all over her nakedness at once.
The women squatted over her one at a time and poured most of their
waste into her face and hair. When they were done, Donnie tied her
left ankle to a nearby post and left her there, lying in a pool of
piss in the floor.
When she came to, Karen tried her best to crawl out of the stench
in which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more
than a few feet in any direction because of the short length of rope.
I felt for her, and wanted more than anything to be able to clean her
up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could do.
Exhausted by her lurid treatment, Karen soon fell asleep there in
the floor, and before long, I too found myself drifting off. I awoke
several times during the night to find a man or woman had sneaked back
out into the garage to have another crack at Karen, and sometime close
to dawn I was aware of Anita bending over Karen and washing her body
gently. At least one of them had some decency.