My head hurt like I had split it open. Gradually the uncomfortable position of my limbs surfaced from the pounding ocean of my headache. I was spread across a supporting platform, smooth bands at my wrists and ankles held me painfully taught. Steady breathing was the only sound in an otherwise inky, dead space; my breathing. A thin tight band circled my head pressing something soft against my face and eyes, a very professional blindfold.
'Hello?'
My voice didn't echo and no reflection from walls or ceiling lightened the cotton wool oppression. My back was arched, I could feel my bare shoulders against the smooth material covering the support and air against my curving spine; cotton covered pillows or cushions, cool against my skin, pushed my hips away from the resilient flat surface, thighs spread. I felt disturbingly exposed, blind, wide open and helpless. Not a comfortable position for me, I usually had to be in complete control of my situation.
'Hello, can anyone hear me?'
I had been working late Friday night, reading reports ready for a meeting I had called on Monday for my senior team. Even Emma, the accounts clerk who Alex had taken on when he first started his business had gone; I remembered we used to joke that she really lived in the office and didn't actually have a home.
The desk light had cast the rest of the room into shadow, I preferred the concentrated light, it didn't distract me with the pictures and bric a brac with which Alex, my late husband had populated the room; his room for so long and from where I now ran the company he had so recently left me.
Six months of being strong, making decisions and being in control to keep everything on track. Too many people's futures and mine depended on me, it had been difficult.
I suppose I could have taken the reports home but I was going to be busy over the weekend and I needed to be up to speed for next week. It was gone nine when I reached my car in the multi storey park. I was thinking I hadn't finished packing yet and I had to be up early and away, as I fumbled the key from my bag to unlock the BMW.
The black cloth bag was totally dark inside as it slid over my head and the two people holding my arms tightly were very strong. There was no point screaming, at this time of night there was no one to hear, but I could fight.
They must have been expecting my reaction, my jabbing high heels didn't find any insteps and my backward jerking head did not connect with a nose. Instead my arms were pulled together hard, forcing my shoulders back and chest up. My breasts were slapped very hard making my eyes water, no one had ever struck me so before; the shock and pain caused me to gasp and sob.
'Be still and the pain will be a little less, struggle and we will hurt you very badly.'
The man's voice was low, barely whispering in my ear, all the more frightening in its control and offer of only reduced pain. I was bundled away from my car and pushed into what felt like the back of a van, I heard the engine of my Z8 Alpina roar into life behind me. How many of them were there and what did they want with me?
I thought I heard a faint sound in my darkness.
'Who's there?'
I didn't shout out or scream but spoke clearly, trying to impress my abductors with my cool while trying to keep the tremble from my voice.
I heard a click and felt the support beneath my head drop away and my head fell back, down between my shoulders. Two hands grasped my skull, holding it firmly, stretching my throat taught. Something cold and very, very sharp nicked my neck.
'There is a razor at your carotid artery, struggle, bite or resist and it will slit your throat open. We will let you bleed out and then toss your cold dead body into a landfill. Do you understand?' There had to be at least two of them, there were too many hands on me.
'Who are you, why are you doing this? I don't ...'
I stopped as the razor nicked me again, a little deeper this time. Something wet trickled slowly down my cheek towards my eyebrow and I guessed it wasn't sweat.
'You may scream if you wish but do not talk unless invited. Do so again and you will be severely punished.'
As he spoke something metallic was forced into my mouth, clipping behind my teeth it pushed my jaws apart, holding my mouth open unnaturally wide.
The penis was not huge but larger than I was used to and I gagged at first. I tried to breathe around the shaft as it moved in my throat. A cold metallic touch between my thighs refocused my immediate attention. I felt something wet dripped onto me and I couldn't help writhing as strong fingers smeared it over me, briefly dipping inside me to lubricate there.
I felt the cold metal brush along my inner thigh, pausing to coat its tip with gel before being forced into me.
The man thrusting in my throat was getting harder to accommodate, intruding more deeply as he became more excited, stretching my throat, choking me. A hand moved against my thigh and I felt a soft click as the impaling dildo was switched on. The vibrations shuddered through my belly as my throat was stretched to its limit.
My head was gripped tighter, pulling my face hard against the unseen curling hair at the base of a belly. A whiff of sweat and after shave filled my nostrils as I felt a spasm at the base of his organ with the tip of my nose. The sensation shuddered along the length of him and my throat was flooded with a gush of hot semen. It oozed back around the still thrusting shaft, out of my mouth and down my face, threatening to block my nose. He withdrew from me and raised my head on the hinged platform. I had no choice, either swallow down his seed or choke.
I forced against the buzzing metal in my belly with internal pelvic muscles I had worked hard on over years in the gym. The reward for my efforts, other than admiring looks from men and some women, a rich dead husband twenty five years my senior, was to feel and hear the steel vibrator slide out of me with a squishing sound and then fall clattering and buzzing to the floor. I realized I must be on some sort of examination table, a bed would have caught the toy as it left me.
A disturbance in the air above my upward thrust pelvis preceded the lash of a leather flail across my abdomen and thighs. The pain was sharp and particular where the hard tips of the lash struck against my inner thighs and pubis. I screamed in shock and anger, how dare anyone subject me to this!
'You were told that if you struggled you would be hurt.'
A different voice was speaking, a woman! There were at least four people involved. Who were they and what had I done to deserve this terrible treatment? The vibrator was pushed in to me again and the lash struck many more times on my belly, thighs and breasts until I was sobbing and screaming for them to stop.
The whip was eventually replaced by probing, gripping fingers removing the vibrator to replace it with what felt like a steel speculum stretching and opening me. It seemed as though there were many people passing through my space. Fingers and hands touched, stroked as well as probed into every part of me, pinching, tugging and stroking me. Some dipped into me and thus lubricated forced themselves in my anus before pinching my nipples and slipping between my stretched lips to be licked clean. At one point my toes were being sucked and licked while another hot breathed mouth was busy between my thighs.
The pain was mixed with agonizing sensuality and pleasure tempered with anger and fear. I came hard and very wet, the first time with another's hands on me since Alex had left me. I cried with sorrow and loss as well as shame and relief.
I was in a sensual haze, a continuous heat and pressure in my belly was interspersed with writhing peaks of orgasm and release. A hissing, thumping machine was wheeled between my legs, abusing me with a truly huge dildo. I alternated between bored discomfort and wild twisting orgasm, losing track of time completely.
More strangers came to make use of me. Some men, I couldn't work out how many, arrived together and took me turn about, thrusting separately into both my entries, each following on to slide about in the other's sloppy semen and my sticky juices. Then, just as quickly they left me, their sperm spattered over my face and torso, dripping freely from within me, splashing wetly in thick drops onto the uncovered floor.
A whispering woman came and painfully clamped my nipples and the tip of my clitoris. As I cried out she quietly hissed in my ear, her voice vaguely familiar.
'You fucking bitch, how do you like it now, I've got your tits in a vice and your clit wired to the juice; beg me and I might not throw the switch.'
My mouth was still clamped open and I could only make gargling noises.
'Not good enough cow, you're fried.' I couldn't identify her voice in the whisper and I searched my memory for who I could have angered so much. I didn't have much time as she stepped away from me and I screamed, arched and thrashed against my bonds, the electricity sparking through my sensitive flesh like red hot needles. I needed to urinate suddenly and said so between the screams.
'Go ahead dirty whore, piss yourself.'
She must have turned the frequency of the shocks up because I was shuddering as the current throbbed through my clitoris. I desperately tried to hold out but the juddering shocks were too much and my bladder cut loose, drenching my thighs, the flood splashing loudly over the support and onto the floor.
'Stinking filthy slut, you will be sorry you were born when we have finished with you.'
A leather flail struck my chest as she finished speaking, the flat thongs biting my engorged nipples, sending equally electric shocks to my belly. It must have been the flail handle that I felt next as an unseen fist pushed something hard and round firmly into me as far as it would go. The butt was some sort of smooth hard bulb, like a pool ball that stretched me as it slid along me. The ecstatic pain of the sensation pushed me over and I came in a wet gush that made the handles movements easier within me.
'You whore, you will fuck anything and anyone, take anything you want for your pleasure, I should be killing you not make you come.'
I thought I heard a struggle and low voices but the throbbing electricity and the handle, unmoving inside me brought forth many more orgasms until I must have blacked out.
Later, I became aware of being touched gently, stroked and smoothed. Warm fluid was being sponged over me, a soft sponge or cloth was washing me clean of the stale sweat, sperm and dried secretions that tightened my skin in places. The hands were big and strong but very gentle. It felt as though I were a delicate porcelain figurine being cleaned by a besotted collector. Whoever they were remained totally silent as they carefully dried me with a soft warm towel. They came to my head and I felt their fingers in my mouth removing the steel brace and freeing up my aching jaws. I tried to speak but my throat was dry and all I could do was croak.
A straw was at my lips and I greedily sucked at the sweet fruit juice, replenishing my fluids and soothing my still sore throat, washing away the taste of the men who had roughly used it.
'Thank you.' I said, but my angel stayed silent.
The strong hands returned; wet with what felt like warm oil and started at my feet, treating my every aching and knotted muscle all along the way to my neck. It was absolutely the best massage I have ever had and I felt relaxed warm and comfortable for the first time since I had been taken.
The hands returned to my breasts and gently eased and squeezed them until my breath was harder as were my nipples. A soft warm mouth sucked and licked at them both in turn, I was unable to keep silent and moaned in response as the mouth walked down my belly until it was eating between my thighs.
Alex had been a lover of oral sex and gave it with the sure knowledge of my repayment with interest. This person, I was still not sure of their gender gave it for its own sake. Their lips, tongue and teeth knew precisely where to press and nip and lick all along and around me, avoiding the hard button at my center until I was writhing and bucking at their lightest touch. When they finally sucked at my core I screamed in crashing orgasm and kept coming as they drank from me.
I felt them stand up and I thought that they were leaving me, I called out.
'Don't go, you are gentle and wonderful, stay a while, please?' But there was no answer.
Then I felt them between my legs! It was a man and he was aroused, hard. He stroked me with his cock, moving it along me, coating himself in my juices and causing me to cry out as his hardness brushed mine.
There is nothing to compare with that first stretching entry, the penetration that opens you to your lover for the first time as he sheathes himself in you and you engulf him, taking all of him within you, feeling him slide against you until he reaches your end. I writhed against him and cried out in loss and acceptance as he withdrew and thrust slowly back inside me. His pace was controlled and measured, touching my every sensitive spot with his swollen tip. He did not vary his motion, entering me as deeply each time as he had the first, his balls dancing against me as he reached the end of each stroke. I came after the fifth stroke and then every third thereafter, so precise was his control over me. I used every muscle I had to draw him along, to squeeze at him and suck him into me make him let loose his seed, but he continued to stroke me to screaming orgasm after orgasm until eventually I felt the blackness approach. I barely managed to whisper.
'If you don't come soon you'll fuck my senseless.'
It was as though he had been shocked, he pounded in and out of me so fast and hard I could not tell the difference, the sensation was stunning, every nerve ending was on fire and my pelvis was aflame. I screamed so hard my throat was raw and when he arched against me, seemingly every muscle tense, his fingers biting into my hips, spasming and flooding me with his semen, I came one last time and blacked out.
Walking in through reception on Monday was hard. A group of men from dispatch were talking around the coffee machine and stopped to watch me.
'Good morning, Ms. Robinson.' The smart brunette smiled at me from behind reception, had she been one of my tormentors?
'Good morning Jenny, how was your weekend?' I tried to be normal, brisk and pleasant.
'Different, Ms. Robinson, different. You hurt your neck?' I swore there was a gleam in her eyes and I felt her gaze sweep me up and down as though recalling some image in her mind. I fluttered my fingers at the sticky bandaid on my neck and I wondered as I walked on to the lift, if she had been one of those that used their hands on me. It was not empty and I rode up two floors with the tall, silent caretaker. It felt like his eyes were burning through my clothes and I felt totally naked. Had he taken me, ridden me roughly and splashed me with his seed? Had he wielded the whip or had he been my last, oh so gentle lover and taken me until I was unconscious? I almost stumbled out through the doors into the head pharmaceutical rep., his hands under my armpits steadied me but I imagined his touch lingered, his palms brushing the sides of my still sensitive breasts through my jacket and blouse.
'Are you OK Ms. Robinson? You look quite pale; overdo things a little at the weekend?' He seemed to me to have the hint of a smirk as he released me.
'Perhaps, I am a little tired' I said, 'I had difficulty sleeping.'
I am almost sure I heard him mutter, 'I'm not surprised.' as he turned and walked away down the corridor. Had he been there, if he had, what had he done to me? One of the men doing me had been circumcised, I could feel the smoothness of him on my tongue even now, was it him? I noticed Emma was not at sitting at her desk as I passed her room, it looked as though she hadn't got in to work yet, had she been there too, what would she have done to me, given the chance?
This was impossible, any or all of my staff could have been involved in the abduction, used me for their gratification and taken out their frustrations on me over the last two days. Some of my abusers had been intense and painfully harsh in their treatment of me, how could I work with them now, knowing that any one of them might have taken me, intimately explored and defiled me?
It was utterly delicious, the uncertainties, the lack of power or control made me tremble and grow wet. I was sore and swollen underneath my expensive silk underwear but beginning to seep between my thighs, the Chinese silk and lace becoming sticky and damp against my skin.
I sat in the leather swivel chair, smelling of expensive luxury, feeling it cool against the skin of my thighs below the short designer business suit skirt.
My e-mail screen was displayed when I switched on my PC and I tapped in my password 'Marquis'. The first message came up with "How was it?" in the subject line. The text read;
"Surrender Ltd aims to provide a uniquely personalized experience for those seeking to make real changes in their high pressure executive lifestyle. We trust your first encounter with our special services, tailored to your stated desires was satisfactory? We greatly value your feed back. Confidentiality guaranteed."
I typed 'Worth every penny.' in the electronic reply form and clicked on the send button, all the while wondering which one of my little bitches had managed to get the ultimate revenge on me.
