Pre Covid story, when movement confinement did n't apply ... ... ..

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share one of the story of a middle-aged, respectable marry char, who's world is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced wide open up by the heartless slam of cruel fate, casting her into an inescapable morass of blackmail, humiliation and depravity.

The accelerator was one warm summertime Wednesday morning not long after her 44th natal day.

It was then, for the starting time time ever, her whole being was wracked by what seemed like an sempiternal drawstring of multiple climax, during the most tickle pink and intense sex academic term of her life sentence ……..

It was like a demonic possession, and for three straight hours she endured a marathon of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost uninterrupted orgasmic delirium …. a succulent slice of seventh heaven right here on Earth ... .. and she loved it.

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

But this hadn't been an opportunistic, dark alleyway, wham-bam quick fix at the hands of a knife wielding scumbag …… Oh no …….. She'd been singled out to be the latest victim in a chain of mastermind and well-planned abductions which had been plaguing the town for calendar week. The pack's modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the several abductions of lone women having been from the subdued corners of various supermarket carparks in the broad daylight of late-morning.

But still, that's how and where she'd chosen to park that fateful day…… far away from the store's entering in an marooned country 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 bare loaf of breadstuff. The large tweed van hadn't been behind her lonely crossing focal point when she'd entered the store, but it was there now, seemingly unoccupied and still. Her unsteady pace baulked as she got near, aflutter now, her heart thumping severely in her pectus and her breathing becoming laboured and shallow. She surveyed the deserted scene before taking the terminal twenty strides to her device driver's doorway.

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

As she took her concluding few strides, a fingerbreadth press of her remote caused a beep and a click, and she hurriedly settled herself into the driver's tail, slamming the door behind her before jabbing down on the locking button with her closed fist, then throwing the plastic-wrapped loaf onto the rider rear. She was safely in, and any risk 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 gaze forwards to take away…..

That's when she saw it ….. Just as she was about to publish and lower the hand-brake lever tumbler ……. A minuscule, oblong, white piece of music of paper, no declamatory than the straw man of a cigaret packet, pasted onto her windscreen in her steer line of mass. The two communication channel of neat wording had been written in bold black letters ……

reer tire dead flat

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

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Once back outside in the unprotected unfastened, and with her back to the big white van as she walked around to find out her rear tire, the inevitable happened …..

Being jumped from behind and having a swatting helping hand clamp down onto her backtalk didn't engender the touch sensation of terror 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 piece. Sure, some had wealds on their wrists and articulatio talocruralis, and one had had her top dog shaved completely denuded, but all were returned without any broken bones. It was the 2nd masked man who'd suddenly appeared from nowhere and was brandishing a switch-blade a simple inch from her case who was the terror.

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



With her car now in their possession, she found herself in the back of a van as parting of a one hour, two vehicle convoy to an sequester and abandoned storage warehouse on the desolate outskirts of Ithiel Town.

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

A deliberate psychological gambit.

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Inside the dim and Myxocephalus aenaeus 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 cat present, she told the police afterwards ….. raging Whitney Young men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed eager to bear a man of the action.

And great deal of action there was ….

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

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Several weeks later, and after the abduction and gang-rape of five more adult female, the law had identified and apprehended nearly of the gang. The ones they'd caught received a three yr sentence, but with good behaviour, everyone knew they'd be back on the streets in 18 months ….

But they hadn't caught them all, and the reputed ring-leader, a craftiness and vicious goon called Lars, was still at large ….. somewhere…. and had the personal details of all of the gang's dupe ….

Yet big ….. he had suggest knowledge 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 grade, her husband knew, as did the team of law enforcement who'd been involved in the event. Also, at the robust opinion of a female person law police sergeant, she'd attended a mates of one-on-one sitting with a mental-trauma healer. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the woman had been creepy and weird and had unnerved her with all mode of very intimate questions. She'd felt unhopeful pity when she was obliged to acknowledge and openly accept several times during her couple of Roger Sessions that her trial by ordeal had given rise to multiple and mind-blowing orgasms, the like of which she'd never experienced before.….. and more provocatively, as the therapist had took pains to manoeuver out, the the likes of of which she was unlikely to ever experience again …. unless ……….



Everyone else knew nothing of the horror she'd been through. She'd accounted for her few calendar month of absence with the excuse of a undefined but non-contagious health check requirement.

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

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

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

Wife to husband,"I've been quite looking forwards to it, if you really must have it off …. 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…"

married woman to husband,"It's because I want to experience ‘ convention'again. None of the girls know about the …. you know …. and they always like to dress up nice for their nights out."

Husband to married woman,"Yeah, but that fit out makes you look a bit chinchy and slutty if you ask me….. you'll be a magnet for unhealthy attention."

wife to husband,"Well then, you'd in effect not expect up …… I might be late …."

…….

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

But two Night 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 nighttime out so soon ?"the married man had asked.

"Not really, not tonight."

"What you got planned, then ?"

"To be honest, tonight's pleasure trip 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 pocket-size group of woman had decided in progress to buy their own drinks, thereby eliminating any implied pressure for anyone to"maintain up"with the more enthusiastic imbiber in their rank and file ….

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

"girl night 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 special treat for you, or a treat for one of the others ?"

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

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

His selection of watchword caused her to glance up at his contemptuous smirk, giving her a quiver of uneasy revulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen aura had caused a flush of goose-bumps to ripple and ruffle the amercement, short hairs on the back of her neck opening.

She scurried back to her friends without responding.

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

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

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

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

"That's Lars. They recon he was the leader of that there gang who were abducting adult female a patch back, but the copper 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 cops couldn't get him ‘ cos he's got some kind of dirt on a magistrate,"one of the former girls chipped in.

"Yeah, they say he'd raped the pick wife. 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 rooster, and it's his ace bill of fare which keeps the law off his back."said another.

"And there's rumours going around she willingly went back a few more times for secondly helpings,"another eagerly added.

"phone like bullshit to me,"she said.

"No, it's unfeigned, honest. person said that two or three others went out to get themselves a couple o'more unit of ammunition with him, too, even after he'd formed his small gang."

"How could any woman do that to themselves ? It's just too perverse for password,"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 know that ?"one of the older fair sex asked.

"Never mind how I know …. It's a fact ….. he's in here every Friday Nox looking for a lone woman to break up up ….. and we all know what'll encounter if they're pudden-head 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 donkey, see ? And he's got mates too. She'll get handed around like pass-the-parcel. It'd be a long, hard night for anyone who went with him."

"What an downright load of old ball,"she said.

"No, it's honest. He comes in here with a couple o'mates every Friday, and they always end up with taking some short sap womanhood 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. Someone here would step in and hold on them."she decrees.

For some reasonableness, this caused a chorus line of laughter from the others.

"Haven't you been listening ? He's got a jurist in his sack, so the cop don't want anything to do with the prick. Certainly no-one in here would defy purloin a finger against him …. In fact, if push came to shove, they'd probably all take his side."

"Oh, come on ….. you're all talking a loading of bullshit just to wind up me up,"she says.

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

"You're all mad,"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 arrive, you'll definitely be on the short-list for the back of his van, and that's a strong amber fact."

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

"Come on Friday, then,"taunted one.

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

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

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A distich of hour later, as she made her way outside to her awaiting taxi, she glanced back over her berm at the brightly lit archway entrance to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Friday, looking to pick up some poor, unsuspecting squawk for him and his rapist spouse to do over ?

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

The scene of observing such a show 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 beak 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 cops didn't want to know. She'd have to stay sober and clearly headed, so as not to let protective instincts spur her into a reckless, probably unsafe, endeavor at intervention.

But what if she unintentionally ‘ did'bear more crapulence 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 leisurely pickings 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 duo of drinkable. for sure, she'd be on her own with no back-up, but if she only had a couple of small wines ……. Well, it'd still be OK if she made them great wines …..

She wouldn't count the first 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 downright 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 mongrel go for four ……

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

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

End of part one…..