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Part one of the story of a middle-aged, respectable marry adult female, who's world is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla extract cocoon is sliced wide undecided by the heartless barbs of cruel fate, casting her into an unavoidable morass of blackmail, humiliation and depravity.

The accelerator was one warm summertime Wednesday aurora not long after her 44th birthday.

It was then, for the first clock time ever, her whole being was wracked by what seemed like an endless strand of multiple orgasms, during the most thrilling and intense sex session of her life ……..

It was like a demonic self-will, and for three straight hours she endured a Marathon of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost continuous orgasmic delirium …. a succulent slice of seventh paradise right here on Earth ... .. and she loved it.

The hassle was, it was while she was being raped….

But this hadn't been an opportunistic, dark alley, wham-bam quickie at the hands of a tongue wielding scumbag …… Oh no …….. She'd been singled out to be the latest victim in a string of direct and well-planned abductions which had been plaguing the Ithiel Town for weeks. The gang's modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the several abductions of lone adult female having been from the quiet corners of versatile supermarket carparks in the broad daytime of late-morning.

But still, that's how and where she'd chosen to park that calamitous day…… far away from the store's ingress in an quarantined region of parking-lot not covered by CCTV surveillance.

She was visibly shaking and could barely take the air straight as she made her way back to her car, having purchased just a mere loaf of bread of bread. The large ovalbumin van hadn't been behind her lonely Ford Focus when she'd entered the store, but it was there now, seemingly untenanted and still. Her unsteady gait baulked as she got near, nervous now, her spunk thumping arduous in her chest and her ventilation becoming laboured and shoal. She surveyed the deserted prospect before taking the final 20 step to her driver's room access.

But no-one appeared….. It was just her and the two vehicles in a sector of eerily silent privacy.

As she took her terminal few strides, a finger's breadth public press of her remote caused a bleep and a click, and she hurriedly settled herself into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind her before jabbing down on the locking button with her closed clenched fist, then throwing the plastic-wrapped loaf onto the passenger seat. She was safely in, and any danger had been resolutely and securely locked on the outside.

After she'd fumbled the key into the firing, she automatically glanced in the rear-view mirror as she twisted the key, before fixing her regard forwards to push back away…..

That's when she saw it ….. Just as she was about to publish and lower the hand-brake lever tumbler ……. A small, oblong, Andrew Dickson White piece of paper, no larger than the front line of a cigarette packet, pasted onto her windscreen in her engineer job of sight. The two lines of neat choice of words had been written in sheer pitch-black letters ……

reer tire all in flat

The miss-spell compelled her to scan it three times before the implications sank in …. She couldn't driving away with a dead insipid tyre, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took several thick breathing spell before killing the engine, as an overmaster irresistible impulse to check the tire for herself gnawed at her moral sense …. driving away after been alerted to a flat tyre was unconscionable on too many spirit level ……. She was going to let to get out and hold in it for herself….

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Once back outside in the unprotected open, and with her book binding to the big ashen van as she walked around to check her back end tyres, the inevitable happened …..

being jumped from behind and having a swatting hand clamp down onto her mouth didn't engender the feeling of panic she'd imagined it might. After all, the other women who'd been taken had all resurfaced a few hours later, alive and fully in one composition. Sure, some had wealds on their articulatio radiocarpea and ankles, and one had had her promontory shaved completely denuded, but all were returned without any bump bones. It was the second masked man who'd suddenly appeared from nowhere and was brandishing a switch-blade a mere column inch from her face who was the terror.

"You gon na conduct ?"he growled from inside his masquerade party, which she answered with a frantic nodding heading of compliance.



With her car now in their possession, she found herself in the binding of a van as section of a one hour, two vehicle convoy to an isolated and abandoned warehouse on the desolate outskirts of Town.

They'd insisted she strip herself naked on the journey ….."If you don't want to drive your car home naked,"they'd said,"Then you'd best put you kit in here for safety keeping,"as she was handed a tumid paper bag. At least she'd be getting her car and clothes back …..

A deliberate psychological ploy.

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Inside the dim and grubby voluminous cavern of the desolate storage warehouse into where she'd been frogmarched, and from the briefest of glance as her eye-mask had been reset, there appeared to be about a dozen hombre present, she told the police afterwards ….. angry Whitney Moore Young Jr. men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed aegir to have a art object of the action at law.

And tidy sum of action there was ….

For three retentive hr, she was brutally and mercilessly gang-raped.

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Several calendar week later, and after the abduction and gang-rape of five more womanhood, the constabulary had identified and apprehended most of the bunch. The ace they'd caught received a three year sentence, but with full behavior, everyone knew they'd be back on the streets in 18 months ….

But they hadn't caught them all, and the esteem ring-leader, a cunning and vicious toughie called Lars, was still at prominent ….. somewhere…. and had the personal item of all of the gang's victims ….

Yet worse ….. he had intimate cognition of how all their victim had reacted whilst they'd been held captive and in the throes of being thoroughly ‘ processed ’.

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She'd kept silent about her dread ordeal.

Of track, her husband knew, as did the squad of law enforcement who'd been involved in the case. Also, at the robust persuasion of a female police sergeant, she'd attended a couple of person-to-person sessions with a mental-trauma therapist. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the char had been creepy and weird and had unnerved her with all manner of very versed questions. She'd felt scummy ignominy when she was obliged to acknowledge and openly admit respective meter during her couple of sessions that her ordeal had given rise to multiple and mind-blowing coming, the likes of which she'd never experienced before.….. and more provocatively, as the therapist had took nuisance to channelize out, the like of which she was unlikely to ever know again …. unless ……….



Everyone else knew nothing of the repulsion she'd been through. She'd accounted for her few calendar month of absence with the apology of a obscure but non-contagious medical examination requirement.

But after many weeks of self-imposed closing off, she was set to re-engage with the world.

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One Wednesday evening, respective months after her fatal abduction ……

hubby to wife,"You sure you'll be OK ? You haven't been out on one of your girly night since, you know ….."

married woman to economise,"I've been quite looking forwards to it, if you really must know …. And you don't have to worry, ‘ cos I'll be with my friends."

Husband to married woman,"Yeah, I know …. But I wish you wouldn't go dressed like that…"

Wife to husband,"It's because I want to feel ‘ normal'again. None of the daughter know about the …. you know …. and they always like to dress up nice for their nights out."

Husband to wife,"Yeah, but that getup makes you depend a bit tatty and slutty if you ask me….. you'll be a magnet for unhealthy attention."

wife to husband,"Well then, you'd best not wait up …… I might be late …."

…….

She wasn't unduly late that first night … in fact it was just after 11pm.

But two nights later, come Friday, when she went out again, she'd announced to her husband she'd almost certainly be much later this time.

"Another girly night out so soon ?"the married man had asked.

"Not really, not tonight."

"What you got planned, then ?"

"To be good, tonight's sashay is none of your god-damn business…"

‘'’'’'’'’'

You see, something had happened on that Midweek girly night out, and it was all because of their sensible plan. The small group of women had decided in advance to buy their own drinks, thereby eliminating any mean pressure for anyone to"keep up"with the more enthusiastic imbiber in their ranks ….

And it was on a solo head trip to the bar to buy her third wine-coloured when the big guy had eased along-side her and spoke …..

"Girls night out on the town, is it ?"he'd asked.

"Yep,"she replied, civil but curt. She'd no intent of starting a conversation with this hulking and slightly intimidating oaf.

"So ….. is it a special treat for you, or a treat for one of the others ?"

"Just a night out,"was the unforesightful excuse she could think of to say as she picked up her full looking glass and turned towards her comrades. This guy was big and arrogant and quite a bit scary and she was anxious to get out of his face.

"Well, I know exactly how I'd dainty someone like you, and I bet you'd hate it and love it."

His pick of words caused her to glance up at his contemptuous smirk, giving her a shiver of queasy revulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen aureole had caused a bang of goose-bumps to guggle and ruffle the fine, unforesightful hair on the spine of her neck.

She scurried back to her champion without responding.

"What was that all about ?"one of them asked, having noted their legal brief central of words.

"Worst pick-up spiel ever,"she replied, having sat down and taken a orotund gulping of her wine.

"You know who that is, though, don't you ?"

"I haven't a clue, other than he's an over-sized, smart-ass fuckwit."

"That's Lars. They recon he was the loss leader of that there gang who were abducting woman a while back, but the bull weren't able to pin anything on him."

She couldn't stop herself from glancing over at the bar to where he'd been standing, but he was gone.

"They recon the fuzz couldn't get him ‘ cos he's got some kind of dirt on a magistrate,"one of the early girls chipped in.

"Yeah, they say he'd raped the beaks married woman. He didn't know who she was at first, but he's got film of her having the prison term of her biography on the end of his cock, and it's his ace board which keeps the law off his back."said another.

"And there's rumours going around she willingly went back a few more metre for second serving,"another eagerly added.

"auditory sensation like bullshit to me,"she said.

"No, it's avowedly, honest. individual said that two or three others went out to get themselves a couple o'more rounds with him, too, even after he'd formed his little gang."

"How could any cleaning woman do that to themselves ? It's just too perverse for words,"she said.

"He wasn't here long and I just saw him leave …. I'm surprised he even called in ….. He normally only comes in on Fridays."

"And just exactly how do you sleep with that ?"one of the older women asked.

"Never heed how I know …. It's a fact ….. he's in here every Friday Nox looking for a lone woman to pluck up ….. and we all know what'll pass off if they're stupid enough to go with him."

"Who'd be stupid enough to go off with that asshole ?"she asked.

"You'd be surprised ….. hung like a domestic ass, see ? And he's got match too. She'll get handed around like pass-the-parcel. It'd be a recollective, laborious night for anyone who went with him."

"What an absolute consignment of old testicle,"she said.

"No, it's true. He comes in here with a yoke o'mates every Friday, and they always end up with taking some pitiful sap woman away with ‘ em. Even if she says ‘ no ’, if she's been ***********ed, she's frogmarched out to their van, even if she's kicking and screaming."

"Now that really is bullshit. Someone here would abuse in and break off them."she decrees.

For some reason, this caused a refrain of laughter from the others.

"Haven't you been listening ? He's got a evaluator in his scoop, so the bull don't want anything to do with the prick. Certainly no-one in here would make bold lift a finger against him …. In fact, if push came to shove, they'd probably all lease his side."

"Oh, do on ….. you're all talking a encumbrance of shit just to lift me up,"she says.

"Ok, smarty pants …. If you don't believe us, why don't you come back here Friday night and see for yourself ? He's already shown an interest group, and if he starts chatting you up, you'll end up in the back of his van and on your way to get acquainted with his mates, and you know what'll happen then."

"You're all sick,"she berated.

"Maybe we are, but bet you daren't come back on Fri to see for yourself. We all saw the way he was checking you out, so be warned, if you do get along, you'll definitely be on the short-list for the dorsum of his van, and that's a solid Au fact."

"I call it bull,"she squawked, as her brass flushed red.

"Come on Fri, then,"taunted one.

"Oh, she'll be here all rightfield, you just determine,"taunted another.

"Just look at her flushed face,"taunted yet another,"Of row she'll be here ……. guaranteed…."

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A pair of hours later, as she made her way outside to her awaiting taxi, she glanced back over her shoulder at the brightly lit archway ingress to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Fri, looking to nibble up some pitiable, unsuspecting bitch for him and his rapist teammate to do over ?

And was his command so completely embracing it would be foolhardy and futile to even try challenge him as he frogmarched his chosen dupe out through the threshold, even if she was kicking and screaming ?

The vista of observing such a show certainly oozed with perverse intrigue, but was it tempting decent to go see for herself ?

And could she calmly sit and ascertain him single-out and pick up a lone womanhood, knowing her fate would be gang-rape ?

Maybe ……. Maybe not ….. But she'd never dare challenge this dread hood, especially if the cops didn't want to bed. She'd have to bide sober and clear headed, so as not to let protective instincts spur her into a heady, probably dangerous, attempt at intervention.

But what if she unintentionally ‘ did'have more drinking than she'd planned ?

What if one led to three, then six, then more, until she ended up being woozy and drunk …….

So drunk, she'd end up making herself easy pickings for ‘ him'and his raping scumbag mates ?

No, she wouldn't want to lend that on herself, no way ….… but surely there'd be no harm in calling in on Fri, just for a couple of drunkenness. certain, she'd be on her own with no back-up, but if she only had a duo of small wine ……. Well, it'd still be OK if she made them large wines …..

She wouldn't tally the low two or three, because they'd just be for warm up. But after that, it would positively, strictly be only another two …… Well, maybe she could go for three, but that'd be the absolute limit……

OK, possibly four, but that would definitely be it …… She'd certainly be drunk enough by then, she mused ….., far enough gone to let that disgorge bastard go for four ……

In her dark muse, the potable tally had morphed into fingers …… arrogant, perverse, probing finger …. gyrating and thrusting to spend a penny her sex wet……… and opened up, set for gang-rape …

The sudden twinge in her loins made her shrink ………

End of portion one…..