Pre Covid account, when motion restrictions did n't apply ... ... ..

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section one of the story of a middle-aged, estimable marry cleaning woman, who's world is tipped inverted when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced wide-cut undetermined by the heartless barbs of cruel fortune, casting her into an inescapable quagmire of blackmail, humiliation and corruption.

The catalyst was one warm Summer Wednesday morning not long after her 44th birthday.

It was then, for the first time ever, her unhurt being was wracked by what seemed like an eternal strand of multiple coming, during the most thrill and intense sex session of her spirit ……..

It was like a diabolic willpower, and for three unbowed hours she endured a endurance contest of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost continuous orgasmic delirium …. a lush slice of 7th Heaven right here on dry land ... .. and she loved it.

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

But this hadn't been an opportunist, sour alley, wham-bam quick fix at the script of a knife wielding scumbag …… Oh no …….. She'd been singled out to be the latest victim in a chain of direct and well-planned abductions which had been plaguing the town for calendar week. The gang's modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the respective abductions of lone women having been from the subdued street corner of various supermarket carparks in the broad daytime of late-morning.

But still, that's how and where she'd chosen to park that fateful day…… far away from the storehouse's entrance in an isolate field of parking-lot not covered by CCTV surveillance.

She was visibly shaking and could barely walk straight as she made her way back to her car, having purchased just a mere loaf of pelf. The enceinte white van hadn't been behind her lonely Ford Focus when she'd entered the computer memory, but it was there now, seemingly unoccupied and still. Her unsteady gait baulked as she got near, nervous now, her heart thumping hard in her chest and her respiration becoming laboured and shallow. She surveyed the deserted prospect before taking the final twenty strides to her driver's door.

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

As she took her net few tread, a finger jam 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 close 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 gaze forwards to labour away…..

That's when she saw it ….. Just as she was about to release and get down the hand-brake lever ……. A modest, oblong, white piece of paper, no declamatory than the forepart of a cigarette packet, pasted onto her windscreen in her orchestrate line of mountain. The two strain of neat wording had been written in bold black letters ……

reer tire dead flatcar

The miss-spell compelled her to read it three times before the implications sank in …. She couldn't drive away with a dead monotonic tyre, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took several deep breaths before killing the engine, as an submerge compulsion to check the tyre for herself gnawed at her conscience …. driving away after been alerted to a flat tyre was unconscionable on too many levels ……. She was going to have to get out and check it for herself….

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Once back outside in the unprotected capable, and with her cover to the big white van as she walked around to check her back tyres, the inevitable happened …..

Being jumped from behind and having a swatting hand clamp down onto her mouth didn't engender the opinion of terror she'd imagined it might. After all, the early cleaning lady who'd been taken had all resurfaced a few hours later, active and fully in one piece. Sure, some had wealds on their wrist and ankles, and one had had her point shaved completely bald, but all were returned without any fall apart bones. It was the second disguise man who'd suddenly appeared from nowhere and was brandishing a switch-blade a mere inch from her face who was the terror.

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



With her car now in their self-will, she found herself in the backrest of a van as part of a one hour, two vehicle convoy to an detached and abandoned storage warehouse on the desolate outskirts of townspeople.

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 safe keeping,"as she was handed a large paper bag. At least she'd be getting her car and dress back …..

A deliberate psychological gambit.

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Inside the dim and grubby voluminous cavern of the desolate warehouse into where she'd been frogmarched, and from the briefest of glimpses as her eye-mask had been reset, there appeared to be about a dozen guys present tense, she told the law afterwards ….. wild offspring men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed eagre to have a piece of the action.

And peck of action there was ….

For three long hours, she was brutally and mercilessly gang-raped.

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Several hebdomad later, and after the abduction and gang-rape of five more women, the police had identified and apprehended virtually of the gang. The ones they'd caught received a three twelvemonth sentence, but with good doings, everyone knew they'd be back on the streets in 18 calendar month ….

But they hadn't caught them all, and the reputed ring-leader, a craftiness and venomous thug called Lars, was still at gravid ….. somewhere…. and had the personal details of all of the gang's victims ….

Yet worse ….. he had knowledgeable knowledge of how all their victims had reacted whilst they'd been held captive and in the throes of being exhaustively ‘ processed ’.

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She'd kept silent about her fearful ordeal.

Of course, her husband knew, as did the team of law enforcement who'd been involved in the vitrine. Also, at the robust thought of a female person police sergeant, she'd attended a couple of one-on-one sessions with a mental-trauma therapist. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the woman had been creepy and weird and had unnerved her with all way of very intimate questions. She'd felt low shame when she was obliged to acknowledge and openly acknowledge various times during her couple of sessions that her ordeal had given rise to multiple and mind-bending orgasm, the likes of which she'd never experienced before.….. and more provocatively, as the healer had took pains to charge out, the ilk of which she was unconvincing to ever experience again …. unless ……….



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

But after many weeks of self-imposed isolation, she was ready to re-engage with the world.

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One Wednesday even, several months after her fateful abduction ……

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

Wife to husband,"I've been quite looking forwards to it, if you really must cognize …. And you don't have to concern, ‘ cos I'll be with my friends."

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

Wife to husband,"It's because I want to feel ‘ rule'again. None of the missy know about the …. you know …. and they always like to crop up nice for their Night out."

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

married woman to husband,"Well then, you'd outdo not wait up …… I might be latterly …."

…….

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

But two Night later, come Fri, when she went out again, she'd announced to her hubby she'd almost certainly be much later this time.

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

"Not really, not tonight."

"What you got planned, then ?"

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

‘'’'’'’'’'

You see, something had happened on that Wednesday girly night out, and it was all because of their sensible design. The small group of women had decided in advance to buy their own drinks, thereby eliminating any entail atmospheric pressure for anyone to"hold back up"with the more enthusiastic juicer in their rank ….

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

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

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

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

"Just a night out,"was the forgetful excuse she could think of to say as she picked up her full 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 treat person like you, and I bet you'd hate it and eff it."

His choice of words caused her to glance up at his contemptuous smirk, giving her a shiver of sick repulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen nimbus had caused a flower of goose-bumps to guggle and ruffle the fine, short hairs on the rachis of her cervix.

She scurried back to her friends without responding.

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

"Worst pick-up line of gab ever,"she replied, having sat down and taken a vauntingly gulp 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 leader of that there work party who were abducting woman a while back, but the cops weren't able-bodied to pin anything on him."

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

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

"Yeah, they say he'd raped the pecker wife. He didn't know who she was at number one, but he's got flick of her having the sentence of her life on the end of his tool, and it's his ace menu which keeps the law off his back."said another.

"And there's rumours going around she willingly went back a few Thomas More clip for second helpings,"another eagerly added.

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

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

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

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

"And just exactly how do you have it away that ?"one of the one-time cleaning woman asked.

"Never mind how I know …. It's a fact ….. he's in here every Fri night looking for a lone woman to pick up ….. and we all know what'll befall if they're dullard enough to go with him."

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

"You'd be surprised ….. hung like a Equus asinus, see ? And he's got mates too. She'll get handed around like pass-the-parcel. It'd be a foresighted, hard nighttime for anyone who went with him."

"What an absolute encumbrance of old bollocks,"she said.

"No, it's confessedly. He comes in here with a couple o'mates every Friday, and they always end up with taking some poor 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 step in and stop them."she decrees.

For some reason, this caused a chorus of laugh from the others.

"Haven't you been listening ? He's got a justice in his pocket, so the cops don't want anything to do with the prick. Certainly no-one in here would dare lift a finger against him …. In fact, if thrust came to shove, they'd probably all rent his side."

"Oh, amount on ….. you're all talking a load of crap just to twine me up,"she says.

"Ok, smarty pants …. If you don't believe us, why don't you come back here Fri dark and see for yourself ? He's already shown an interest, 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 come about then."

"You're all regurgitate,"she berated.

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

"I call it bullshit,"she squawked, as her nerve flushed red.

"seminal fluid on Friday, then,"taunted one.

"Oh, she'll be here all right wing, you just watch,"taunted another.

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

…….

A couple of hours later, as she made her way outside to her awaiting cab, she glanced back over her berm at the brightly lit archway entering to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Fri, looking to beak up some poor, unsuspecting kick for him and his raper mates to do over ?

And was his command so completely embracing it would be rash and futile to even try challenge him as he frogmarched his Chosen victim out through the door, even if she was kicking and screaming ?

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

And could she calmly sit and watch him single-out and piece up a lone woman, knowing her portion would be gang-rape ?

Maybe ……. Maybe not ….. But she'd never dare challenge this fearsome thug, especially if the pig didn't want to know. She'd have to rest sober and clear headed, so as not to let protective inherent aptitude spur her into a reckless, probably dangerous, effort at intervention.

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

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

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

No, she wouldn't want to bring that on herself, no way ….… but surely there'd be no hurt in calling in on Friday, just for a twain of drinks. sure, she'd be on her own with no back-up, but if she only had a distich of minor wine-colored ……. Well, it'd still be OK if she made them great wines …..

She wouldn't count the first of all 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 spew bastard go for four ……

In her dark muse, the drinks tally had morphed into digit …… arrogant, perverse, probing digit …. gyrating and thrusting to make her sex wet……… and opened up, set for gang-rape …

The sudden twinge in her loin made her flinch ………

End of part one…..