Becky's Taken

Massaging my breasts through the satiny fabric of my slip, he started moaning. I felt his two hands warmly circling my breasts, sliding erotically across my nipples which, despite my resistance, were starting to firm up. My captor leaned across me and kissed me on my lips as he continued to massage me through my slip. I lay still, enjoying the massage, feeling the continuous probing of his lips, a tongue slipping into my mouth. For a moment, my captor pulled away, when suddenly he ripped my slip from my body, exposing my breasts in full as my severed bra fell away. The man gripped my nipples between his fingers and pulled and twisted them. "Oooh, no. Please, ooooooh."

I felt his manhood begin to probe at my slit, slipping into my pussy, and the man rose and fell on top of me, thrusting his shift in and out, lubricated by my juices which were now gushing from me. "Ooooh, don't do this." I felt full, my inner lips being abused by the constant thrusting and withdrawal. The humiliation of giving myself up to this unknown assailant was overwhelming me, tears pouring from my face in unity with the wetness seeping from below. "Huh huh, please sir." The man thrust into me faster and faster while continuing to torment my nipples, twisting them to a degree never intended, his kisses finding my own lips, my cheeks, my forehead as targets.

"Ahhhhh." The man erupted inside of me, his cum shooting deep within me, pulse after pulse. The man collapsed on top of me, holding my breasts, his manhood still within me, retracting slowly as it lost its size. "You did well, slut, you did well."

Tears rushed from me, humiliated that my rapist was complementing me as if I were a performer, a willing performer. "I am sorry, sir, for whatever. Please let me go."

"Now that is not what I expected to hear. Try again, slut." He pinched and twisted my left nipple.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me ... sir."

Releasing the pressure on my nipple, he did not answer me, lying quietly on top of me. For what seemed to be hours, I lay immobilized underneath the rapist listening to his heavy breathing, unable to move, unable to think. At last the man moved off of me. I felt the bed buckle next to me and I felt the assailant's hand stroking my hair. "You were so beautiful to me, such a classy lady. I am sorry that you became a slut and had to be punished." He slapped my left breast, catching me with that ring. Where had I seen that ring? Now he slapped my right breast, then the left, then the right, treating me like a punching bag. He pulled a garter and let the elastic slap back, stinging my thigh. "You turned on me, bitch, you turned on me and made me capture you." He started fingering my pearl necklace. "And yet, you still can't give up your roots, your proper upbringing."

"Please, don't take those. They are my mother's."

"You mock your momma, wearing her pearls to have sex in?" He yanked my necklace, breaking it loose from around my neck, the silk knots between each pearl holding the strand intact.

"Oh, I am so sorry. Please what do you want from me?"

"Do you want your pearls back?" I nodded as much as my restraint allowed, unable to express any words. I felt his fingers again on my sex, first one thrusting in and out, then a second, spreading my slit, his earlier deposit leaking out of the opening. I then felt something new slipping into my pussy, what felt like a series of balls on a chain, and I realized that he had taken my mother's pearls and slipped them into my opening. "Your mamma will be proud now, slut."

My rapist tamped my pearls into my pussy with his thickening manhood, abusing the sore and sensitive inside of my pussy lips. As he thrust into me he pushed the strand of pearls deep within me. "Ooohh, stop. You are hurting me." He continued to thrust again, picking up speed, pushing himself and the pearls deeper within me when he again exploded, his essence pouring both within me and leaking out over my lips.

As the captor lifted from me, I felt his fingers slip into my pussy, fishing out my cum-coated pearl necklace. He reached up to my head, and forced the strand of pearls into my mouth, his salty deposit stimulating my tastebuds. "Mmmwa. Mmmmm." I started coughing, gagging on the broken strand.

"Ha ha. Be careful, don't swallow. I will make you a deal. Would you like a deal? Trade swallowing your pearls for my pearl drops?"

"Whhhs." Cough.

The rapist removed my pearls, placing them on my belly, filling my empty mouth with his manhood, getting thick with excitement one more time. He thrust into my mouth, stretching my lips and hitting the back of my mouth, precum leaking into my mouth. "Form a nice "O" slut." He pistoned in and out of me, going faster until his cum splashed against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow to keep from drowning, abhoring the taste but trying nonetheless, but still I lost some down my cheek. A finger scooped up the spill, and slipped into my mouth, which I sucked clean. Yanking my hair, he wiped his manhood on my tresses, finally letting my head drop back to the bed.

Listening carefully to the movements of my captor as he now moved about the room, I heard the movement of objects on the table that I had seen when I last had sight. The man approached me and again squeezing my cheeks, forced my mouth to open. I felt my panties being stuffed again into my mouth, followed by what felt like a rubber ball. Lifting my head, and yanking my hair up, he slid straps around each of my cheeks, and pulled them tight behind my skull, compressing the ball and panties deep into my mouth. I felt him fasten a buckle behind my head. "Speak slut. Is that tight enough?"

"Mmmmmmph."

"Oh, not tight enough? Okay." The man reached behind me and pulled the straps binding my mouth another notch tighter. I then heard the snick of a lock as he fumbled with the end of the strap, locking the gag in place. Hands fumbled under my chin, another strap being buckled, forcing the ballgag even deeper as my mouth closed around the ball. The hands now moved about my face, unfolding leather straps from my ballgag up around my nose, centering a ring at the bridge of my nose. I felt a single strap being pulled over my forehead, over the top of my head around the back, hooking to a strap behind my head, followed by the clicking of another hasp. As a final act, my scarf headband was pulled out from under the bindings. The white scarf was wrapped from under my chin to the top of my head, pulled tight and knotted, forcing my mouth closed around my gag.

Hearing the jingle of chains, I realized that my wrists were being freed from their bindings. The man brought my left wrist to my neck, and clasped a lock through the D-rings on my cuff and the front of my collar. He repeated the exercise with my right wrist so that my two hands were clenched under my chin. My head was suddenly tugged up away from my body, as a chain was locked onto a ring on top of the strap parting my hair. My head being pulled back and forth, I realized that the ends of the chain were being pulled in opposite directions back and away from my body, finally being fastened with more locks, probably to where my arms were previously secured, effectively freezing my head in place. My flowing mane was pulled out in strips from beneath the straps of the trainer, each tress tied in a knot to the chain above me.

After some rustling and clinking at the table, the man's hands once again massaged my exposed breasts. "Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm." Without saying a word, he gripped my left nipple with what felt to be ridged pliers, pulling and twisting. Suddenly, a stabbing pain raced through my nipple. "Mmmmmmpf"

Slap. "Your welcome, slut. Now, be quiet and be still."

The captor reached up and tore my hoop ring from my left ear. I felt the ring push through the newly created hole in my nipple, dropping onto my breast below my nipple. The man now gripped and twisted my right nipple, and I felt his tongue dart against the tip, stimulating the end. "Mmmmmmmm." A pin pushed through the base of the nipple, and my right earring was removed and reinserted through the piercing, dropping onto my right breast. I shivered violently with the pain and humiliation racking my body, causing more pain in all of my limbs and hair as they pulled against their bonds. Nothing could be more humiliating, more painful, more frustrating. Surely, he could do no worse harm to me, without completely putting me out of my misery.

My thoughts quickly were disproved, however. The pliers had reached into my nose, pinching my septum. I felt the point of the pin my oppressor had used to pierce my nipples being positioned against my septum, and in one push, my nose was now pierced as well. I felt as if I would pass out, but the man slapped me, alternating from my left cheek to my right cheek, bringing more pain, but pulling me back to full consciousness. The man reached into my nose and pushed yet another ring through the new hole, the end of the ring dropping onto my upper lip. "Mmmmmpf."

I sensed the man retreating and heard the clink of what sounded like keys on a chain. Coming back to me, he lifted the ring on my left nipple, and hooked a weighted object to it, letting it drop over the bottom of my breast in a jangle, momentarily yanking my nipple. He lifted my right nipple ring, and a clinking sound ensued as he fastened something to it, letting it drop as well, the pulling on my abused nipple again being unpleasant. He now reached up, yanking up the ring on my nose, pulling my head down, tugging on my bound hair. Fumbling with the ring, I heard some jingling before he softly laid the attached object down, spread over my gagged mouth and chin.

Kneeling beside me, the man gently kissed me on my cheek. "Slut, I am leaving now. You are free to go. You will find a set of twelve keys hanging from your nose, which you should be able to reach. Just keep groping. You will also find another chain of twelve keys attached to your left nipple, twelve more on your right. I am sure that you can unlock yourself, but be careful and take your time. You have, let's see, hmmm, eighteen locks to undo, so some of the keys must not work! What a dilemma. And I suggest that you keep them secured on their rings, because if you drop them, no one will be here to help retrieve them. It is only about ten miles back to the main road, and I am sure your fuck me boots will protect your feet."

He started to leave when I heard him return. "Oh, I almost forgot." Picking my pearls off of my belly, he slipped them back into my pussy. Probing and stimulating my sex with a finger, I felt a hard object begin to push into my pussy. The object slid in and out, between my lips, until I felt a final thrust. A click sounded, immediately triggering a buzzing noise and intense vibrations inside me. "Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmm."

Hearing the footsteps retreat, followed by the van starting up, crunching the dirt as it left, I unfolded my hands as if in prayer, groping for the keys hanging from my nose. The keys slid sideways off of my face, painfully pulling my nose. Throwing my head to the left, the keys slapped me in the cheek, my hair yanking at my scalp. I tossed again and again, unsuccessfully trying to catch the keys, only causing pain throughout my body. Slowly losing consciousness, my last thought was that I would meet my tormentor again, somehow, some day, at the park bench by the maple tree at the corner.