Pre Covid fib, when movement restriction did n't apply ... ... ..

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portion one of the report of a middle-aged, respectable married fair sex, who's world is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced blanket surface by the heartless shot of cruel fate, casting her into an ineluctable morass of blackmail, humiliation and depravity.

The accelerator was one warm summer Wed morning not long after her 44th natal day.

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

It was like a satanic possession, and for three straight hours she endured a marathon of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost continuous orgasmic delirium …. a lush 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, darkness alley, wham-bam quickie at the work force of a knife wielding scumbag …… Oh no …….. She'd been singled out to be the latest victim in a string of orchestrated 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 respective abductions of lone women having been from the quiet recess of respective 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 entrepot's entrance in an sequestrate arena 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 simoleons. The large white van hadn't been behind her lonely Ford focus when she'd entered the memory board, but it was there now, seemingly unoccupied and still. Her unsteady pace baulked as she got near, nervous now, her essence thumping toilsome in her chest and her breathing becoming laboured and shallow. She surveyed the deserted scene before taking the final twenty strides to her driver's door.

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

As she took her final exam few strides, a finger printing press of her remote caused a beep and a click, and she hurriedly settled herself into the driver's butt, slamming the door behind her before jabbing down on the locking button with her closed 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 gaze forwards to drive away…..

That's when she saw it ….. Just as she was about to loose and modest the hand-brake lever tumbler ……. A minuscule, oblong, white piece of paper, no larger than the front of a cigarette packet, pasted onto her windscreen in her guide blood line of sight. The two tune of neat choice of words had been written in bold Negroid missive ……

reer tire stagnant matte

The miss-spell compelled her to read it three times before the implications sank in …. She couldn't ride away with a dead mat Sur, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took several cryptic breaths before killing the engine, as an consuming irresistible impulse to check 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 make to get out and check it for herself….

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Once back outside in the unprotected open, and with her back to the big Caucasian van as she walked around to condition her buns tyre, the inevitable happened …..

existence 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 other women who'd been taken had all resurfaced a few hour later, live and fully in one piece. Sure, some had wealds on their wrists and ankles, and one had had her headway shaved completely barefaced, but all were returned without any broken castanets. It was the 2d dissemble man who'd suddenly appeared from nowhere and was brandishing a switch-blade a mere inch from her facial expression who was the terror.

"You gon na deport ?"he growled from inside his mask, which she answered with a frantic pendulous head of compliance.



With her car now in their possession, she found herself in the backrest of a van as part of a one hr, two vehicle convoy to an sequestrate and abandoned warehouse on the desolate outskirts of Ithiel Town.

They'd insisted she strip herself naked on the journeying ….."If you don't want to take your car home naked,"they'd said,"Then you'd best put you kit in here for secure keeping,"as she was handed a large 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 Myxocephalus aenaeus twisting 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 guys nowadays, she told the police afterwards ….. furious young men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed bore to give birth a piece of the natural process.

And plenty of action there was ….

For three foresighted hr, 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 constabulary had identified and apprehended most of the ring. The unity they'd caught received a three year time, but with good deportment, everyone knew they'd be back on the streets in 18 months ….

But they hadn't caught them all, and the regard as ring-leader, a cunning and vicious tough called Lars, was still at tumid ….. somewhere…. and had the personal detail of all of the gang's dupe ….

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

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She'd kept silent about her horrendous ordeal.

Of grade, 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 person police force serjeant-at-law, she'd attended a span of person-to-person sessions with a mental-trauma healer. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the char had been creepy-crawly and eldritch and had unnerved her with all way of very intimate enquiry. She'd felt scummy shame when she was obliged to notice and openly admit several times during her couple of sessions that her ordeal had given rise to multiple and mind-blowing orgasms, the like of which she'd never experienced before.….. and more provocatively, as the healer had took painful sensation to point out, the likes of which she was unlikely to ever get again …. unless ……….



Everyone else knew null of the horror she'd been through. She'd accounted for her few months of absence seizure with the excuse of a obscure but non-contagious medical checkup requirement.

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

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One Midweek eventide, several month after her fateful abduction ……

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

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

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

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

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

married woman to husband,"Well then, you'd just not hold off up …… I might be previous …."

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

But two nighttime 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 hubby had asked.

"Not really, not tonight."

"What you got planned, then ?"

"To be good, tonight's picnic 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 pocket-sized group of womanhood had decided in advance to buy their own drinks, thereby eliminating any involve imperativeness for anyone to"keep up"with the more enthusiastic drinkers in their social station ….

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

"lady friend night out on the Town, is it ?"he'd asked.

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

"So ….. is it a special dainty for you, or a dainty 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 Methedrine and turned towards her brother. This guy was big and self-important and quite a bit scary and she was uneasy 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 tidings caused her to peek up at his contemptuous smirk, giving her a chill of uneasy repulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen aura had caused a thrill of goose-bumps to ripple and sashay the fine, short hair's-breadth on the back of her neck.

She scurried back to her booster without responding.

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

"Worst pick-up line of gab 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 clue, 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 cleaning lady a spell back, but the pig weren't able to pin anything on him."

She couldn't arrest 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 early missy chipped in.

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

"And there's rumours going around she willingly went back a few to a greater extent times for secondment helpings,"another eagerly added.

"Sounds like crap to me,"she said.

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

"How could any cleaning lady do that to themselves ? It's just too obstinate for Holy Scripture,"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 women asked.

"Never beware how I know …. It's a fact ….. he's in here every Fri Nox looking for a lone woman to peck up ….. and we all know what'll happen if they're stunned enough to go with him."

"Who'd be poor fish enough to go off with that whoreson ?"she asked.

"You'd be surprise ….. 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 out-and-out payload of old bollocks,"she said.

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

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

"seaport't you been listening ? He's got a judge in his sac, so the cop don't want anything to do with the cock. Certainly no-one in here would presume lift a finger against him …. In fact, if push came to squeeze, they'd probably all take his side."

"Oh, total on ….. you're all talking a lading of crap just to wind me up,"she says.

"Ok, smarty bloomers …. If you don't believe us, why don't you come back here Friday 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 happen then."

"You're all sick,"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 make out, you'll definitely be on the short-list for the backbone of his van, and that's a whole gold fact."

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

"semen on Friday, then,"taunted one.

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

"Just feeling at her flush face,"taunted yet another,"Of course she'll be here ……. guaranteed…."

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A couple of minute later, as she made her way outside to her awaiting taxi, she glanced back over her shoulder at the brightly lit archway entrance to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Friday, looking to pick up some poor, unsuspicious bitch for him and his rapist mates to do over ?

And was his program line 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 expectation 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 pick up a lone woman, knowing her fate would be gang-rape ?

Maybe ……. Maybe not ….. But she'd never dare challenge this fearsome thug, especially if the copper didn't want to know. She'd have to quell sober and clear headed, so as not to let protective instincts spur her into a foolhardy, probably serious, attempt 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 inebriate, she'd end up making herself easy 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 harm in calling in on Fri, just for a brace of boozing. sure as shooting, she'd be on her own with no back-up, but if she only had a duo of minor wine ……. Well, it'd still be OK if she made them large wines …..

She wouldn't numeration the beginning 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 retch bastard go for four ……

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

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

End of role one…..