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

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Part one of the story of a middle-aged, honorable marry woman, who's world is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla extract cocoon is sliced wide open by the heartless slam of cruel fate, casting her into an ineluctable quag of blackmail, humiliation and corruption.

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

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

It was like a unholy possession, and for three heterosexual minute she endured a battle of Marathon of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost continuous orgasmic delirium …. a lush fade of seventh Eden right here on dry land ... .. and she loved it.

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

But this hadn't been an opportunistic, black bowling alley, wham-bam quicky at the hands 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 townsfolk for weeks. The gang's modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the respective abductions of lone cleaning woman having been from the tranquilize corners of various supermarket carparks in the all-inclusive day 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 isolated sphere 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 lettuce. The magnanimous Stanford White van hadn't been behind her lonely Ford focussing when she'd entered the memory, but it was there now, seemingly unoccupied and still. Her unsteady pace baulked as she got near, nervous now, her pith thumping hard in her chest and her external respiration becoming laboured and shallow. She surveyed the deserted scene before taking the final twenty dollar bill footstep to her driver's door.

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

As she took her final exam few stride, a fingerbreadth press of her remote control caused a beep and a detent, and she hurriedly settled herself into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind her before jabbing down on the locking release with her shut down 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 humiliated the hand-brake lever ……. A small, oblong, white composition of paper, no bombastic than the battlefront of a cigarette mailboat, pasted onto her windscreen in her direct line of passel. The two lines of neat choice of words had been written in boldface inglorious letter of the alphabet ……

reer tire short two-dimensional

The miss-spell compelled her to read it three multiplication before the conditional relation sank in …. She couldn't drive away with a numb compressed tyre, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took several deep intimation before killing the railway locomotive, as an overwhelm compulsion to check the Tyre for herself gnawed at her conscience …. driving away after been alerted to a monotonic Tyre was unconscionable on too many levels ……. She was going to sustain 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 white van as she walked around to check her rear tyres, the inevitable happened …..

Being jumped from behind and having a swatting hand clamp down onto her lip didn't engender the notion of terror she'd imagined it might. After all, the other adult female who'd been taken had all resurfaced a few hr later, awake and fully in one man. Sure, some had wealds on their articulatio radiocarpea and ankles, and one had had her head shaved completely denudate, but all were returned without any bump bones. It was the second gear masked man who'd suddenly appeared from nowhere and was brandishing a switch-blade a bare inch from her cheek who was the terror.

"You gon na behave ?"he growled from inside his masquerade party, which she answered with a frenzied nodding head of compliance.



With her car now in their possession, she found herself in the back of a van as percentage of a one hr, two vehicle convoy to an isolated and abandoned warehouse on the desolate outskirts of town.

They'd insisted she strip herself naked on the journeying ….."If you don't want to drive 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 report bag. At least she'd be getting her car and clothes back …..

A deliberate psychological gambit.

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Inside the dim and grubby winding cavern of the desolate storage warehouse into where she'd been frogmarched, and from the briefest of glance as her eye-mask had been reset, there appeared to be about a dozen guy wire present, she told the police afterwards ….. wild Brigham Young men who'd had her surrounded, and seemed eager to have a piece of the natural process.

And plenty of natural 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 cleaning woman, the police had identified and apprehended most of the ring. The ace they'd caught received a three twelvemonth judgment of conviction, but with soundly 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 slyness and vicious toughie called Lars, was still at expectant ….. somewhere…. and had the personal details of all of the crew's victims ….

Yet unsound ….. he had intimate knowledge of how all their victim had reacted whilst they'd been held engrossed and in the throe of being thoroughly ‘ 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 rich persuasion of a distaff police sergeant, she'd attended a twain of one-on-one school term with a mental-trauma therapist. In hindsight she wished she hadn't, because the cleaning lady had been creepy-crawly and weird and had unnerved her with all mode of very intimate questions. She'd felt unhopeful shame when she was obliged to acknowledge and openly hold various times during her brace of Roger Huntington Sessions that her ordeal had given cost increase to multiple and mind-blowing orgasms, the like of which she'd never experienced before.….. and more provocatively, as the therapist had took nisus to point out, the likes of which she was unlikely to ever experience again …. unless ……….



Everyone else knew aught of the horror she'd been through. She'd accounted for her few calendar month of absence with the excuse of a faint but non-contagious medical requirement.

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

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One Wednesday eve, respective months after her black abduction ……

husband to wife,"You sure you'll be OK ? You haven't been out on one of your girly nights 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."

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

wife to conserve,"It's because I want to feel ‘ normal'again. None of the girlfriend know about the …. you know …. and they always like to dress up nice for their Night out."

Husband to married woman,"Yeah, but that getup makes you look a bit gimcrack and slutty if you ask me….. you'll be a magnet for unhealthful attention."

wife to economise,"wellspring then, you'd practiced not wait up …… I might be late …."

…….

She wasn't unduly of late that outset Nox … 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 honest, tonight's outing 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 sensitive plan. The belittled group of women had decided in advance to buy their own boozing, thereby eliminating any involve pressure for anyone to"keep up"with the more enthusiastic toper in their social status ….

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

"Girls dark out on the town, is it ?"he'd asked.

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

"So ….. is it a exceptional treat 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 to the full trash and turned towards her brother. This guy was big and arrogant and quite a bit shivery 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 know it."

His choice of words caused her to glance up at his disdainful smirk, giving her a shake of uneasy revulsion. But there was no denying his overbearing and brazen aura had caused a bloom of goose-bumps to undulate and ruffle the mulct, suddenly hairsbreadth on the back of her neck opening.

She scurried back to her booster without responding.

"What was that all about ?"one of them asked, having noted their legal brief exchange 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 cue, other than he's an over-sized, smart-ass fuckwit."

"That's Lars. They recon he was the leader of that there crowd who were abducting woman a while back, but the fuzz weren't able to pin anything on him."

She couldn't quit herself from glancing over at the bar to where he'd been standing, but he was gone.

"They recon the cop couldn't get him ‘ cos he's got some kind of shite on a magistrate,"one of the other young woman chipped in.

"Yeah, they say he'd raped the hooter wife. He didn't know who she was at first off, but he's got picture show of her having the clip of her life story on the end of his prick, 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 times for second portion,"another eagerly added.

"audio like bullshit to me,"she said.

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

"How could any charwoman do that to themselves ? It's just too perverted 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 know that ?"one of the older char asked.

"Never listen how I know …. It's a fact ….. he's in here every Fri night looking for a lone woman to foot up ….. and we all know what'll materialise if they're poor fish enough to go with him."

"Who'd be stupefied 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 absolute load of old bollocks,"she said.

"No, it's true. He comes in here with a couple o'mates every Friday, and they always end up with taking some short 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 kicking and screaming."

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

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

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

"Oh, amount on ….. you're all talking a load of crap 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 sake, 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 take place then."

"You're all puke,"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 descend, you'll definitely be on the short-list for the vertebral column of his van, and that's a solidness Au fact."

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

"ejaculate on Friday, then,"taunted one.

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

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

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A yoke of 60 minutes later, as she made her way outside to her awaiting taxi, she glanced back over her articulatio humeri at the brightly lit archway entering to the pub …… Did ‘ he'really go there every Fri, looking to pick up some poor people, unsuspecting bitch for him and his raper mates to do over ?

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

The expectation of observing such a display 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 lot would be gang-rape ?

Maybe ……. Maybe not ….. But she'd never dare challenge this fearsome strong-armer, especially if the cops didn't want to live. She'd have to stay sober and clear headed, so as not to let protective inherent aptitude spur her into a reckless, probably dangerous, 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 drunkard, she'd end up making herself soft picking for ‘ him'and his raping scumbag first 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 couple of beverage. 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 gravid wines …..

She wouldn't numeration the first base 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 inviolable 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 shadow Muse, the drinks tally had morphed into fingers …… arrogant, perverse, probing digit …. gyrating and thrusting to make her sex wet……… and opened up, ready for gang-rape …

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

End of part one…..