Pre Covid fib, when front limitation did n't apply ... ... ..

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Part one of the chronicle of a middle-aged, sizeable married woman, who's reality is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced wide loose by the heartless barbs of cruel fate, casting her into an inescapable quagmire of blackmail, humiliation and turpitude.

The catalyst was one warm summer Midweek break of day not long after her 44th birthday.

It was then, for the initiative clip ever, her completely being was wracked by what seemed like an endless cosmic string of multiple orgasms, during the most thrilling and vivid sex academic session of her life ……..

It was like a demonic possession, and for three straight hour she endured a endurance contest of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost continuous orgasmic delirium …. a lush slice of one-seventh heaven right here on ground ... .. and she loved it.

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

But this hadn't been an opportunistic, dark bowling alley, wham-bam band aid at the hands of a tongue wielding scumbag …… Oh no …….. She'd been singled out to be the late victim in a string of mastermind and well-planned abductions which had been plaguing the town for weeks. The gang's modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the several abductions of lone women having been from the hush corners of several supermarket carparks in the panoptic daylight of late-morning.

But still, that's how and where she'd elect to park that fateful day…… far away from the store's entrance in an marooned area 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. The enceinte Patrick White van hadn't been behind her lonely Ford direction when she'd entered the store, but it was there now, seemingly unoccupied and still. Her unsteady pace baulked as she got near, queasy now, her heart thumping gruelling in her chest and her breathing becoming laboured and shallow. She surveyed the deserted fit before taking the final twenty footstep to her device driver's door.

But no-one appeared….. It was just her and the two vehicles in a sector of spookily unsounded seclusion.

As she took her final few strides, a finger wardrobe of her remote control caused a beep and a click, and she hurriedly settled herself into the number one wood's arse, slamming the door behind her before jabbing down on the locking button with her fold 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 ignition, she automatically glanced in the rear-view mirror as she twisted the key, before fixing her regard forwards to push away…..

That's when she saw it ….. Just as she was about to release and lower the hand-brake lever ……. A belittled, oblong, white piece of report, no prominent than the front of a coffin nail mail boat, pasted onto her windscreen in her take melodic phrase of stack. The two lines of neat wording had been written in boldface opprobrious letters ……

reer tire dead flatbed

The miss-spell compelled her to read it three times before the implications sank in …. She couldn't cause away with a short matted tyre, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took several deep breather before killing the engine, as an overwhelming irresistible impulse to tally the tire 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 mark off it for herself….

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Once back outside in the unprotected capable, and with her back to the big white van as she walked around to agree her rear tyre, the inevitable happened …..

being jumped from behind and having a swatting hand clamp down onto her mouth didn't engender the feeling of terror she'd imagined it might. After all, the early fair sex who'd been taken had all resurfaced a few time of day later, awake and fully in one man. Sure, some had wealds on their wrists and ankles, and one had had her principal shaved completely bald-pated, but all were returned without any founder castanets. It was the second disguise man who'd suddenly appeared from nowhere and was brandishing a switch-blade a mere inch from her case who was the terror.

"You gon na behave ?"he growled from inside his mask, which she answered with a delirious pendulous top dog of compliance.



With her car now in their self-possession, she found herself in the back of a van as part of a one 60 minutes, two vehicle convoy to an isolated and abandoned warehouse on the desolate outskirts of townsfolk.

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

A deliberate psychological stratagem.

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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 glimpses as her eye-mask had been reset, there appeared to be about a dozen bozo present, she told the constabulary afterwards ….. furious young men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed eager to ingest a piece of the activeness.

And plenteousness of legal action there was ….

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

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Several weeks later, and after the abduction and gang-rape of five more women, the police had identified and apprehended most of the gang. The ones they'd caught received a three twelvemonth judgment of conviction, but with serious deportment, everyone knew they'd be back on the streets in 18 months ….

But they hadn't caught them all, and the repute ring-leader, a craftiness and vicious thug called Lars, was still at heavy ….. somewhere…. and had the personal contingent of all of the crowd's dupe ….

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

………….

She'd kept silent about her horrendous ordeal.

Of course, her husband knew, as did the squad of law enforcement who'd been involved in the causa. Also, at the robust opinion of a female police sergeant, she'd attended a couple of person-to-person sessions with a mental-trauma healer. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the woman had been creepy-crawly and weird and had unnerved her with all manner of very cozy dubiousness. She'd felt scurvy shame when she was obliged to notice and openly admit respective times during her couple of sessions that her ordeal had given rise to multiple and mind-bending coming, the like of which she'd never experienced before.….. and more provocatively, as the therapist had took pains to point out, the like of which she was unbelievable to ever know again …. unless ……….



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

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

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

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

wife to husband,"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 girls know about the …. you know …. and they always like to arrange up nice for their Night out."

hubby to wife,"Yeah, but that fit out makes you look a bit tatty and slutty if you ask me….. you'll be a magnet for unhealthy attention."

Wife to economize,"Well then, you'd best not await up …… I might be later …."

…….

She wasn't unduly of late that first nighttime … 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 Nox out so soon ?"the husband had asked.

"Not really, not tonight."

"What you got planned, then ?"

"To be reliable, tonight's field day 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 architectural plan. The small mathematical group of fair sex had decided in forward motion to buy their own drinkable, thereby eliminating any implied press for anyone to"keep up"with the more enthusiastic drinkers in their social status ….

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

"girlfriend Night out on the town, is it ?"he'd asked.

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

"So ….. is it a particular goody for you, or a delicacy for one of the others ?"

"Just a night out,"was the shortest excuse she could call back of to say as she picked up her full glass and turned towards her comrade. This guy was big and arrogant and quite a bit scarey and she was anxious to get out of his face.

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

His option of words caused her to peek up at his contemptuous smirk, giving her a shiver of sickening revulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen aura had caused a flush of goose-bumps to ripple and ruffle the fine, forgetful hairs on the book binding of her neck.

She scurried back to her ally without responding.

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

"Worst pick-up patter ever,"she replied, having sat down and taken a enceinte 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 drawing card of that there mob who were abducting women a while back, but the cops weren't capable 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 bull couldn't get him ‘ cos he's got some sort of dirt on a magistrate,"one of the former little girl chipped in.

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

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

"audio like bull to me,"she said.

"No, it's confessedly, honest. someone said that two or three others went out to get themselves a pair o'Thomas 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 perverse for speech,"she said.

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

"And just exactly how do you know that ?"one of the onetime char asked.

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

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

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

"What an out-and-out freight of old ball,"she said.

"No, it's avowedly. He comes in here with a twosome o'mates every Fri, and they always end up with taking some pitiable sap charwoman away with ‘ em. Even if she says ‘ no ’, if she's been ***********ed, she's frogmarched out to their van, even if she's boot and screaming."

"Now that really is bullshit. individual here would abuse in and barricade them."she decrees.

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

"Haven't you been listening ? He's got a judge in his pocket, so the copper don't want anything to do with the cocksucker. Certainly no-one in here would make bold lift a fingerbreadth against him …. In fact, if pushing came to squeeze, they'd probably all take his side."

"Oh, derive on ….. you're all talking a load of shite just to wind me up,"she says.

"Ok, smarty pants …. If you don't believe us, why don't you come back here Fri Nox 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 checkmate, and you know what'll pass then."

"You're all tired of,"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 back of his van, and that's a solid gold fact."

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

"Come on Friday, then,"taunted one.

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

"Just facial expression at her rosy typeface,"taunted yet another,"Of course she'll be here ……. guaranteed…."

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A couple of hours later, as she made her way outside to her awaiting taxi, she glanced back over her berm at the brightly lit archway entering to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Friday, looking to peck up some pitiful, unsuspecting bitch for him and his rapist mates to do over ?

And was his mastery so completely embracing it would be foolhardy and vain 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 enough to go see for herself ?

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

Maybe ……. Maybe not ….. But she'd never dare challenge this dreaded thug, especially if the bull didn't want to fuck. She'd have to quell sober and net headed, so as not to let protective instincts spur her into a reckless, probably life-threatening, attempt at intervention.

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

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

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

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

She wouldn't count the first off two or three, because they'd just be for lovesome up. But after that, it would positively, strictly be only another two …… Well, maybe she could go for three, but that'd be the right-down 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 sick bastard go for four ……

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

The sudden stab in her loins made her flinch ………

End of part one…..