A Kidnapped Woman For Sale! by

Part one

Originally written by Mary Alice an attractive 25 yr old woman on a different site. Who seems to have disappeared and I thought this story was so good that it needed to be posted where others could read an enjoy it! I take no credit as it is all her story, but is a story that very much appeals to my perverted side and many of the things I have tried to write about.(a continuing saga).

I’ve often fantasized about being kidnapped, blindfolded, bound and raped, and then taken to a “private club” to be auctioned off to the highest bidder(s)…
Terrified, with my wrists cuffed behind me, and a leash hooked to a dog collar, I am led completely naked, up to a stage, before an enthusiastic audience of several dozen horny men. I am introduced by name and age, and the leash is tugged to force me to walk back and forth at the front of the stage as an introductory “preview”. Two men lift me by my thighs, forcing my legs wide apart to display me.
“Just look at that lovely cunt! Completely hairless and smooth, and look… nice ‘n yummy inside.”
There are whistles and lewd jeers and comments, as my labia are pinched and spread wide. The two men holding me finger my displayed vagina for several minutes, pinching at my clit, and making me shriek in discomfort and shame. Then I’m put back on my feet and roughly turned so my back is toward the audience.

One of them lifts my wrists up behind me, so that I’m forced to bend lewdly over at the waist. One of them spreads my ass-cheeks wide apart to display my anus. I am mortified and sobbing.
“Get a loada’ this! She’s had cocks up there before, but she’s still tight.”
He inserts a finger roughly into my rectum, and I lurch and sob. He inserts a second finger, and while I grunt and tearfully beg, he fucks my anus with his fingers for several minutes. Then I’m forced to my knees.
“Okay, lets show everybody how well you can give head, slut!”
He pulls down his pants and underwear. His erection is bobbing and pointing upward. He shouts down at me…

“Lick my balls!”
Trembling, I look up at him. His wide-eyed glare; the snarl on his lips; the clench of his jaw, all blurry through my tears… so horribly threatening to obey or else, yet I turned my head away in shame.
“Oh God, please!” I sobbed.
He grips my hair, and yanks me to look up at him, but I forced my gaze to the right… away from him and the murmuring audience.
“Look at me, slut!” He shakes me by my hair hard, “Look at me!”
I look up at him, trembling uncontrollably.

He spits out a tirade at me.
“Those lovely pink stripes on your ass, thighs and titties might need refreshing! Would you like us to hang you up again and renew them? I’m sure we’d all get a charge outta hearing you scream your brains out!”
The audience murmured it’s approval.
“No, please!” I shrieked, “Pleeeease!”

“Or maybe you’d rather be hung up by your ankles, spreadeagled, so we can take turns flogging your cunt!”
I wailed pathetically, “Nooooo!”
The audience cheered, urging him to carry out the threat.
“I got a better idea,” he shouted, “Lift ‘er up… spread ‘er legs!”
I was lifted abruptly by my thighs and under my arms. Large hands held my legs lewdly wide apart. He was handed an object… it looked vaguely familiar. Oh my God!
“Open her cunt!”

I shrieked and lurched, as my labia were again pinched and pulled open. He stepped toward me with the object held up so everyone could see it. It was a large stiff haired bottle-brush! The audience burst into jeers and encouraging clamor,
“Yeah, porcupine ‘er!”
“Oh yeah, quill her pussy good!”
“Fuck her with it! Make ‘er scream!”
“And put one up her ass too!”
They began to chant,
“Quill-quill-quill-quill-quill… !”

I began to shriek hysterically, kicking my legs, tossing my hair, squirming and straining against their grip trying to free myself.
“Open ‘er wider, damnit, OPEN ‘ER!” he shouted, touching the awful bristled end to my entrance, “And hold ‘er still!”

They each hooked two fingers into me, and my vagina was yanked widely open. He held the end of the brush hard against my entrance, and vigorously thumbed my clitoris with his other hand, sending jolts of involuntary tremors and lurches through my body. He pushed the brush into me, and I began screaming hysterically, trying desperately to draw my hips back away from the awful insertion. They laughed while I screamed, and cheered him on. He placed the palm of his other hand under me, and pushed his thumb hard into my rectum, clamping his thumb tightly toward his palm to hold me rigidly in place. Then he pushed the brush all the way into my pussy.

The awful sensation was like being raped with a cactus. Hundreds of wirey bending plastic quills, pushing against my tender interior, trying to spread themselves straight. The pain was electric, as though I’d been entered by a sparking electrode.

He let go of the brush-handle, and while still clamping my rectum with his other palm and thumb, he turned and shouted something to the clamoring audience. I could barely hear or comprehend him through my painful screams and shrieks.
“The bitch thinks she has choices!” he yelled.
He turned toward me again, and while I continued to shriek and kick my lower legs, the other two men held me tightly… up at chest-height, widely spread. He took hold of the brush-handle again, and wiggled it. I screamed.

“It’s called ‘Quilling’, bitch! And we do it to sluts who don’t follow orders.”
He looked at my eyes, spreading his thumb upward in my rectum… which forced against the brush in my vagina. I shrieked loudly, and nearly jolted out of their grasp.
“Oh yeah, she feels that!” he shouted, “Hold er tight, damn it!”
They gripped my arms tighter, and yanked my thighs outward against their hips. He wiggled the handle again, sending sparks into me. Again I screamed.
“You’re gonna lick my balls and suck my cock, aren’t you,slut!” he shouted, wiggling the handle.
Wide-eyed with terror and discomfort, I frantically nodded.yes.
“Answer me, slut!” he yelled, “Speak up!”
“Yes!” I shrieked, “My God, yes!”

He leaned in closer to me, and shouted again,
“Yes, what, slut? What’re you gonna do? Answer me!”
He gave the brush a swift yank-and-push, barely moving it an inch outward and back, but the pain was excruciating. I shrieked like a police whistle. But I answered.
“I’ll lick your balls and suck your cock, I’ll lick your balls and suck your cock, my God I’ll lick your… ” My voice trailed off in a sobbing wail.

He leaned close again, and snarled at me.
“You bet your lovely sweet ass you will! And you’ll lick and suck like you lick and suck your boyfriend, won’t you! Won’t you!”
“Yes!” I wailed, sobbing, “I will, yes! I will!”
He let go of the handle,

“You fucking well better, slut! Or so help me, I’ll fuck your cunt raw with this thing, got it? Savvy?”
I shouted hysterically, “Yes yes no please!” They laughed at my nonsense.
“And I’m gonna leave it in your cunt while you show everyone how well you can lick and suck a man, and how good you can swallow a load’a cum! And if I even think you’re fakin it, I’ll fuckin rape your cunt for an hour with that thing! Understand?”
“Oh my God…! Yes,” I moaned begging, “I will. I will.”

He nodded at the two holding me, and I was forced to my knees with the stinging horror inside me. He stepped close, letting his erection lean against my face.
“Now!” he shouted, “You can start by giving my balls a good wet licking! And you can keep licking until I tell you to suck!”

Trembling, and with the stinging sparks of pain in my pussy, I tipped my head back, and began to lick his testicles… “lovingly” as though I were trying to please him. He moaned, while the audience murmured. He gripped my hair, and coaxed me to lick under and behind his scrotum. His erection grew larger… stiffer. Then he barked at me to suck him.

“I wanna be convinced that you’re trying real hard to please me, slut. Suck my cock like you love me! Or so help me, I’ll quill your pussy with that thing like a gun barrel!”
Trembling uncontrollably, I opened my mouth and took his erection in as far as I could. He stood with his hands on his hips, defiantly, as though daring me to fail.
With his rigid drooling cock in my mouth, I began to bob my body back and forth on him, sucking, and using my tongue like a whore.

He gripped my hair and began to tug and push, guiding me forcefully to suit his taste in rhythm. He pointed to a padded stool, and snapped his fingers. One of my two “attendants” dragged it over and placed it for him to sit. He squats on it, spreading his heavy thighs, holding my head still for a moment… to see what I’d do.
“That’s a good little slut,” he says, “Use that tongue. Ahhhhh yeah, good little bitch. Pampered little cunt gives head like a whore!”

He yanks my head up, and his erection slips out of my mouth.
*”Okay pull it out of her.” He grips my hair tightly, and cups my chin. One of my attendants kneels behind me and unceremoniously pulls the bottle brush out. I shriek in shock, sobbing, both at the sudden stinging pain, and the welcomed relief. He yanks my hair hard to force me to look at him. He’s been handed the brush, and he holds it up to show it to me.
“Take a good look, you precious little pampered cunt!”

To my relief the menacing horror is surprisingly devoid of blood or skin. Its bristles, standing fully extended now, as though stretching their legs, no longer bent in their evil confinement of my slit. He spits out a warning.
“One more little example of disobedience, and I’ll make this your new boyfriend! Savvy?” He grips harder and shakes my head for emphasis. Rigid in fear, I nod hysterically.