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Part one of the story of a middle-aged, respectable married woman, who's populace is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced all-inclusive open by the heartless barb of cruel fate, casting her into an inescapable quagmire of blackmail, humiliation and turpitude.

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

It was then, for the first clip ever, her unscathed being was wracked by what seemed like an endless string of multiple orgasms, during the most shiver and intense sex school term of her life ……..

It was like a unholy self-possession, and for three straight time of day she endured a battle of Marathon of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost uninterrupted orgasmic hysteria …. a succulent slice of seventh Eden right here on world ... .. and she loved it.

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

But this hadn't been an opportunistic, dark alley, wham-bam quickie at the hands of a knife wielding scumbag …… Oh no …….. She'd been singled out to be the latest dupe in a chain of orchestrated and well-planned abductions which had been plaguing the townsfolk for workweek. The pack's modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the several abductions of lone women having been from the quiet street corner of various supermarket carparks in the broad day of late-morning.

But still, that's how and where she'd chosen to park that fateful day…… far away from the store's entrance in an isolated 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 simple loaf of bread. The declamatory white van hadn't been behind her lonely Ford Focus when she'd entered the store, but it was there now, seemingly unoccupied and still. Her unfirm gait baulked as she got near, skittish now, her spunk thumping backbreaking in her breast and her external respiration becoming laboured and shallow. She surveyed the abandon scene 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 sector of eerily silent seclusion.

As she took her final few strides, a digit imperativeness of her remote caused a beep and a detent, and she hurriedly settled herself into the number one wood's seat, slamming the door behind her before jabbing down on the locking clitoris with her close down fist, then throwing the plastic-wrapped loaf of bread onto the passenger tush. 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 let go of and lower the hand-brake lever tumbler ……. A small, oblong, lily-white opus of paper, no great than the front end of a fag packet, pasted onto her windscreen in her direct transmission line of sight. The two strain of neat phrasing had been written in bold black letters ……

reer tire dead flat

The miss-spell compelled her to learn it three times before the implications sank in …. She couldn't effort away with a dead flat tyre, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took several deep hint before killing the engine, as an consuming compulsion to check the tire for herself gnawed at her conscience …. driving away after been alerted to a flat tyre was conscienceless 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 open, and with her spinal column to the big Edward D. White van as she walked around to check her prat Tyre, the inevitable happened …..

existence jumped from behind and having a swatting hired man clamp down onto her mouth didn't engender the look of brat she'd imagined it might. After all, the other womanhood who'd been taken had all resurfaced a few minute later, active and fully in one piece. Sure, some had wealds on their wrists and ankles, and one had had her capitulum shaved completely bald, but all were returned without any part bones. It was the second block out 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 acquit ?"he growled from inside his mask, which she answered with a unrestrained nodding headway of compliance.



With her car now in their possession, she found herself in the backrest of a van as part of a one minute, two vehicle convoy to an set-apart 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 push 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 to the lowest degree 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 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 guy present, she told the police afterwards ….. angry young men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed eager to take in a part of the action.

And plenty of action there was ….

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

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Several workweek later, and after the abduction and gang-rape of five more adult female, the police had identified and apprehended most of the gang. The ones they'd caught received a three year sentence, but with good demeanour, 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 cunning and vicious punk called Lars, was still at boastfully ….. somewhere…. and had the personal details of all of the pack's victims ….

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

………….

She'd kept silent about her horrendous ordeal.

Of grade, her married man knew, as did the squad of law enforcement who'd been involved in the case. Also, at the robust persuasion of a female police sergeant, she'd attended a couplet of one-on-one sessions with a mental-trauma therapist. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the adult female had been creepy and weird and had unnerved her with all manner of very intimate questions. She'd felt low shame when she was obliged to recognize and openly accept several times during her couple of seance that her ordeal had given emanation 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 point out, the likes of which she was unlikely to ever experience again …. unless ……….



Everyone else knew cypher of the horror she'd been through. She'd accounted for her few months of absence seizure 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 evening, various 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 nights since, you know ….."

wife to economise,"I've been quite looking forwards to it, if you really must make love …. And you don't have to interest, ‘ cos I'll be with my friends."

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

married woman to economize,"It's because I want to feel ‘ formula'again. None of the fille know about the …. you know …. and they always like to arrange up nice for their Night out."

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

married woman to economize,"fountainhead then, you'd best not wait up …… I might be late …."

…….

She wasn't unduly late that initiative 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 night out so soon ?"the husband had asked.

"Not really, not tonight."

"What you got planned, then ?"

"To be good, 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 sensitive programme. The small grouping of women had decided in advance to buy their own drinks, thereby eliminating any imply pressure for anyone to"go on up"with the more enthusiastic juicer in their ranks ….

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

"Girls 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 kickshaw for you, or a treat for one of the others ?"

"Just a night out,"was the shortest excuse she could conceive of to say as she picked up her total shabu and turned towards her Comrade. This guy was big and arrogant and quite a bit scary and she was anxious to get out of his face.

"wellspring, I know exactly how I'd treat someone like you, and I bet you'd hate it and roll in the hay it."

His choice of quarrel caused her to glance up at his contemptuous smirk, giving her a shiver of queasy revulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen atmosphere had caused a bang of goose-bumps to ripple and tittup the amercement, unawares hairs on the back of her neck.

She scurried back to her acquaintance 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 boastfully gulp of her wine.

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

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

"That's Lars. They recon he was the drawing card of that there crew who were abducting women a piece back, but the bull 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 variety of dirt on a magistrate,"one of the early little girl chipped in.

"Yeah, they say he'd raped the beaks wife. He didn't know who she was at first, but he's got moving-picture show 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 fourth dimension for second serving,"another eagerly added.

"Sounds like bull to me,"she said.

"No, it's honest, good. Someone said that two or three others went out to get themselves a duo o'More rung with him, too, even after he'd formed his short gang."

"How could any cleaning woman do that to themselves ? It's just too perverse for words,"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 have sex that ?"one of the older woman 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 happen if they're stupid enough to go with him."

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

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

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

"No, it's confessedly. He comes in here with a couple o'mates every Fri, and they always end up with taking some inadequate sap cleaning 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 ill-treat in and terminate them."she decrees.

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

"haven't you been listening ? He's got a judge in his pocket, so the bull don't want anything to do with the cocksucker. Certainly no-one in here would dare lift a finger against him …. In fact, if push came to jostle, they'd probably all train his side."

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

"Ok, smarty pants …. 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 vertebral column of his van and on your way to get acquainted with his Paraguay tea, 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 come, you'll definitely be on the short-list for the cover of his van, and that's a whole amber fact."

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

"come on Friday, then,"taunted one.

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

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

…….

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 entryway to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Fri, looking to pick up some poor, unsuspecting bitch for him and his rapist Paraguay tea to do over ?

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

The scene of observing such a show certainly oozed with obstinate machination, but was it tempting enough to go see for herself ?

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

Maybe ……. Maybe not ….. But she'd never dare challenge this fearsome hoodlum, especially if the cops didn't want to know. She'd have to abide sober and brighten headed, so as not to let protective instinct goad her into a rash, probably unsafe, 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 rummy, she'd end up making herself easy pickings for ‘ him'and his raping scumbag Paraguay tea ?

No, she wouldn't want to take that on herself, no way ….… but surely there'd be no harm in calling in on Friday, just for a couple of swallow. trusted, 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 large wines …..

She wouldn't tally the firstly two or three, because they'd just be for warm up. But after that, it would positively, strictly be only another two …… fountainhead, 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 cat love child go for four ……

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

The sudden twinge in her pubic region made her flinch ………

End of part one…..