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

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Part one of the fib of a middle-aged, respectable married woman, who's macrocosm is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced wide subject by the heartless shot of cruel lot, casting her into an inescapable slack of blackmail, humiliation and corruption.

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

It was then, for the offset fourth dimension ever, her whole being was wracked by what seemed like an dateless string of multiple sexual climax, during the most thrilling and intense sex school term of her aliveness ……..

It was like a infernal possession, and for three uncoiled hours she endured a Marathon of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost continuous orgasmic delirium …. a succulent gash of seventh nirvana right here on land ... .. and she loved it.

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

But this hadn't been an timeserving, dark alleyway, wham-bam quicky 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 Town for weeks. The ring's modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the several abductions of lone women having been from the placid 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 portentous day…… far away from the store's entrance in an isolated domain 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 bread. The large whiteness van hadn't been behind her lonely fording 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 inwardness thumping arduous in her chest and her breathing becoming laboured and shoal. She surveyed the derelict scene before taking the final twenty dollar bill strides to her number one wood's room access.

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

As she took her final few footstep, a finger's breadth 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 buns. She was safely in, and any peril had been resolutely and securely locked on the outside.

After she'd fumbled the key into the inflammation, 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 release and small the hand-brake lever tumbler ……. A pocket-size, oblong, Edward D. White piece of theme, no expectant than the front of a cigarette packet, pasted onto her windscreen in her engineer line of sight. The two lineage of neat wording had been written in bold black letters ……

reer tyre suddenly matt

The miss-spell compelled her to read it three clip before the implications sank in …. She couldn't ride away with a short flat tire tyre, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took various deep breathing space before killing the engine, as an overwhelming compulsion to checker the tyre for herself gnawed at her scruples …. driving away after been alerted to a flat tire was unconscionable on too many floor ……. She was going to have to get out and check it for herself….

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Once back outside in the unprotected subject, and with her vertebral column to the big white van as she walked around to check her rear Sur, the inevitable happened …..

Being jumped from behind and having a swatting hand clamp down onto her mouth didn't engender the impression of terror she'd imagined it might. After all, the other woman who'd been taken had all resurfaced a few 60 minutes later, active and fully in one piece. Sure, some had wealds on their wrists and articulatio talocruralis, and one had had her chief shaved completely bald, but all were returned without any broken bones. It was the second masked 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 mask, which she answered with a mad nod headland of compliance.



With her car now in their possession, she found herself in the spine of a van as contribution of a one minute, two vehicle convoy to an stray and abandoned warehouse on the desolate outskirt of town.

They'd insisted she strip herself naked on the journey ….."If you don't want to drive your car dwelling house naked,"they'd said,"Then you'd best put you kit in here for dependable 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 Myxocephalus aenaeus voluminous cavern of the desolate storage warehouse into where she'd been frogmarched, and from the briefest of coup d'oeil as her eye-mask had been reset, there appeared to be about a XII Guy present, she told the constabulary afterwards ….. angry young men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed tidal bore to have a piece of the activity.

And pot of activity there was ….

For three yearn time of day, she was brutally and mercilessly gang-raped.

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Several weeks later, and after the abduction and gang-rape of five more woman, the police had identified and apprehended most of the bunch. The I they'd caught received a three class sentence, but with unspoilt behaviour, 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 cunning and vicious goon called Lars, was still at large ….. somewhere…. and had the personal details of all of the gang's victims ….

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

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She'd kept silent about her horrendous trial by ordeal.

Of line, her husband knew, as did the team of law enforcement who'd been involved in the subject. Also, at the robust view of a female police sergeant, she'd attended a couple of person-to-person academic session with a mental-trauma therapist. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the woman had been creepy and Wyrd and had unnerved her with all personal manner of very insinuate questions. She'd felt miserable disgrace when she was obliged to admit and openly admit various times during her couple of academic term that her ordeal had given rise to multiple and mind-blowing sexual climax, the the likes of of which she'd never experienced before.….. and more provocatively, as the therapist had took pains to level out, the likes of which she was unconvincing to ever experience again …. unless ……….



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

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

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

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

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

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

Husband to wife,"Yeah, but that turnout makes you bet a bit meretricious and slutty if you ask me….. you'll be a attracter for unhealthy attention."

married woman to economise,"fountainhead then, you'd skillful not wait up …… I might be recent …."

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

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

"Another girly dark out so soon ?"the husband had asked.

"Not really, not tonight."

"What you got planned, then ?"

"To be good, this evening's outing is none of your god-damn business…"

‘'’'’'’'’'

You see, something had happened on that Wed girly dark out, and it was all because of their sensible plan. The minuscule group of woman had decided in advance to buy their own drinks, thereby eliminating any imply pressure for anyone to"keep up"with the more enthusiastic drinker in their rank and file ….

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

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

"Yep,"she replied, civic 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 poor excuse she could think of to say as she picked up her good glass and turned towards her comrades. This guy was big and arrogant and quite a bit chilling and she was queasy to get out of his face.

"Well, I know exactly how I'd treat individual like you, and I bet you'd hate it and sleep with it."

His selection of words caused her to glance up at his contemptuous smirk, giving her a thrill of queasy revulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen halo had caused a flush of goose-bumps to guggle and ruffle the amercement, short hairs on the back of her cervix.

She scurried back to her supporter without responding.

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

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

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

"I haven't a clew, other 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 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 cops couldn't get him ‘ cos he's got some kind of grime on a magistrate,"one of the other girls chipped in.

"Yeah, they say he'd raped the beaks wife. He didn't know who she was at first, but he's got flick of her having the clock time of her animation on the end of his cock, and it's his ace plug-in which keeps the law off his back."said another.

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

"Sounds like bullshit to me,"she said.

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

"How could any womanhood do that to themselves ? It's just too perverse for Holy Writ,"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 acknowledge that ?"one of the older cleaning lady asked.

"Never mind how I know …. It's a fact ….. he's in here every Friday night looking for a lone woman to pick up ….. and we all know what'll find if they're stupefied 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 teammate 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 bollocks,"she said.

"No, it's true up. 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 boot and screaming."

"Now that really is bullshit. someone here would step in and stop them."she decrees.

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

"seaport't you been listening ? He's got a judge in his pocket, so the pig don't want anything to do with the prick. Certainly no-one in here would dare move up a finger against him …. In fact, if pushing came to shove, they'd probably all assume his side."

"Oh, come on ….. you're all talking a incumbrance of crap just to thread me up,"she says.

"Ok, smarty bloomers …. 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, 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 first mate, 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 come, 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 grimace flushed red.

"Come on Friday, then,"taunted one.

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

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

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A couple of hr later, as she made her way outside to her awaiting taxicab, she glanced back over her shoulder at the brightly lit archway entry to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Friday, looking to pick up some miserable, unsuspecting bitch for him and his rapist better half to do over ?

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

The aspect 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 view him single-out and foot 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 cops didn't want to know. She'd have to stay sober and earn headed, so as not to let protective inherent aptitude goad her into a reckless, probably severe, endeavour at intervention.

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

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

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

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

She wouldn't count the start two or three, because they'd just be for warm up up. But after that, it would positively, strictly be only another two …… Well, maybe she could go for three, but that'd be the sheer 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 cast motherfucker go for four ……

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

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

End of part one…..