Necrobabe's blog: "I cant..resist.."

 
The car sped away from the crime scene, leaving the deserted section of road clean of all clues of the abduction. Inside, four boys were laughing and hooting it up as their trembling captive, sixteen year old Ashley Donaldson, lay distraught on the floor of the back seat. She couldn’t believe it. She’d missed her ride and was walking home from swim practice. She hadn’t even noticed the car stopping until it was too late. The snatch took all of five seconds, and now she was bound and blindfolded in the back of their car. The guys, they weren’t much older than she was, were having a grand old time of it at her expense.

They didn’t otherwise touch her during the ride, but an hour or so later they pulled up to the summer house. Tommy’s parents hadn’t been able to rent it out, so he and his friends had made the case for renting it themselves for the season. After some negotiation, the six of them had been allowed. Now, two of them waited inside for the delivery of their young package. They went outside when the car rolled up.

The trembling girl was dragged out and to her feet. They untied her hands and feet but left the blindfold on. “Please, who’s there?” she asked. “What do you want?”

“We’re going to have some fun with you,” Keith said. “Go ahead, Ashley, take your clothes off.”

“No. I won’t.”

“There are six of us, and no one can hear you scream,” Todd said. “Get ‘em off. Now.”

Ashley couldn’t believe it, but she knew she was trapped and would have to endure what they wanted. She’d hoped her first time would be something different. Something under control. With trembling fingers, she began stripping for them. She didn’t even hesitated with her bra or panties. They clearly wanted everything off. Soon she was totally naked from head to toe.

Frank gathered up her clothes and ran inside with them. He returned a moment later. Ashley was still standing there, uncertain of where to put her hands. She didn’t try to cover herself. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked. “If I cooperate, will you let me go?”

“All in good time.”

“Jake! Is that you?” she cried. “My god, why?”

“Eh, we needed some fun for the summer,” Jake replied. He’d been waiting all day for this. The only reason he wasn’t in the car was in case the grab went back. Ashley didn’t know the others, but she knew him. She’d even let him feel her chest once a couple months ago. Now she was fully naked for him.

“What? No, you can’t keep me here for the summer! Please! My parents will be terrified!”

“You said they were dorks,” Jake said. It was true. Both of them were always on her case about something. She’d never have a life as long as they were controlling her. But this? It was too much in the other direction.

“Look, Ashley. No one knows you’re here. No one is going to know,” Frank said. “We’ll have you back in your Barbie doll life before the school year starts. Until then, just accept that we need a sex slave, and you’re chosen.”

“You know what a sex slave is, Ashley?” Billy asked. Ashley couldn’t answer him. She’d never heard the term before, but its meaning was plain as day. It made her stomach turn over, and the butterflies in her stomach were replaced by angry woodpeckers.

“You won’t hurt me, will you?” she asked. “Please.”

“We won’t injure you. Don’t think it’ll be a picnic,” Jake said.

“But don’t even think about escaping,” John added. “Put it out of your little mind for good. You’re far from rescue here. Think about pleasing us. Maybe you’ll enjoy it too.”

Unlikely, Ashley thought, but when they suddenly lifted her blindfold off and she squinted through the bright sunlight, she realized they were indeed far out in the country. She saw her leering, grinning captors and they were all older and bigger than she was. She gulped hard as her young, terrified mind tried to imagine what hell awaited her.

“Come on, inside now,” Todd said. The guys surrounded her as she was made to walk into their house and down to the basement. She saw the metal frame bed with the chain and cuff already attached and knew that it was for her. She sat down without being told while John took the collar and wrapped it around her neck. The padlock was snapped shut and she was trapped.

They were standing back, watching her. Her breathing grew heavy. She stood up and tried to see how far the chain let her move. She could actually stand at the foot of the bed, but that was as far as it went. She turned to her captors with tears running from her eyes. “You won’t keep me down here the whole time, will you? Please don’t!”

“For now, this is home. When you’ve dociled a bit, we’ll see,” John replied. “Give it a few days. You’ve got a toilet here and everything.” He gestured to the bucket and roll of paper sitting by the wall.

“Alright, enough. We’ve got her, let’s enjoy her,” Frank said. He went to a table and picked up six straws, including one obvious short one. He mixed them up and held them out. One by one they began taking them away. It was Jake that pulled the fourth and shortest straw among them.

“Yes!” he shouted. Ashley couldn’t believe it. Her friend was going to defile her first. She’d already decided he wasn’t boyfriend material, but now he was going to rape her. The others slunk away in disappointment, heading back upstairs, leaving Ashley and Jake alone together. He was looking over her body, making Ashley want to cover herself. She didn’t try, though. She stood, enduring his gaze. At least it was better him than a stranger. She had, after all, once let him feel her up.

“Don’t worry, Ashley, it won’t be bad for you,” he said. “We won’t really hurt you. Just try to relax and take it.”

She began crying, and sat down on the bed. “How can I just take it?” she sobbed. He sat down beside her and put and arm around her.

“You’ll find a way,” he said. Then he pushed her down onto the her back on the mattress. She lay sobbing while he got undressed. He climbed on top of her, parting her legs, which offered no resistance.

“Please, don’t rape me Jake,” she pleaded one more time, but his cock entered her on the word ‘rape’. She gasped at the sensation of a cock inside her. It hurt like hell, and she felt her blood. But he continued sliding in and out, and her clit, which she knew had special feelings to it, began to act on her. She thrashed her head, knowing it was wrong to take pleasurable sensation. But there it was.

As he finished, which did not take very long, her cries changed in tone, despite herself. She was working her way to something, something special. She could sense it. But Jake stiffened and poured his cum into her snatch before she was there. She was still flustered and breathing hard when he pulled out of her.

“See how far you’ve come, Ashley,” he said. “Make it mental, and we can all have a fun summer.”

In the following week

Ashley lay on her bed, still chained. They hadn’t let her up, but they had put an old TV and VCR down there with her. She’d left it alone until then. There was no antenna, and the only movies were pornos. Violent pornos. But when no one was there, she got very lonely. She hadn’t worn clothes since her arrival, and the constant exposure was taking its toll on her. She’d finally, in the dark, quiet hours of the night, taken to touching herself for pleasure. She’d masturbated before, but now it seemed too dirty. Not while she was a captive. A sex slave. But urges overtook her.

And now she finally told herself she was bored enough to watch one. She didn’t know which title to choose. There were dozens of them. She didn’t look at the titles. It didn’t really matter. She put one in the machine and began watching from her chained bed. From the first scene she wanted to vomit, but she couldn’t take her eyes away. She was that bored.

The scene was four kidnapped girls in a basement. Stripped. Fucked. Whipped while tied spread eagled on their exposed vaginas. Ashley gasped at the sight of that, and held her own bare legs close together while watching it. Was this what the guys wanted her to endure? Was she supposed to learn to like it? They hadn’t actually hit her aside from a few face slaps. They had, however, made her cum. Just like the women in the videos. It had horribly humiliated her at first, particularly because she was loud at it. Now she just endured it and tried to hide her pleasure.

Watching the girls on the tapes, Ashley did realize one thing. They didn’t have to actively participate. They could be excused for just lying there and taking it. Ashley had been forced to be on top, to kneel and suck them off, to make an effort towards her own rape. Not a day had gone by in which each of the guys hadn’t raped her somewhere. Anal was the worst. And blow jobs were gross. She’d adjusted to both. Would she adjust to bondage and whipping if they forced it on her.

That same evening, left alone again, Ashley found herself looking at the tapes again, watching a women suffer horrible slapping, whipping, and stringent bondage. She allowed herself to masturbate while watching it.

Some vague number of days later

Ashley was flat on her back, her legs parted, and her wrists and ankles lashed tightly to the corners of her bed. Todd’s cock was in her cunt. John’s was in her mouth. She’d been taught, with some pain, how to lick and properly use her mouth, but her cunt was on its own. Was John going to let her swallow it, or would he put it on her face? There was no way to know. She felt him start to spurt. She could taste the warm, salty drink on her tongue. But then he pulled it out and dumped his load onto her face. She whimpered, trying to get her mouth under the spurt, and licking whatever she could.

“She’s a real cock slut now, aren’t you girl?”

“Uh huh,” she said, trying to hide her shame. Somehow she wanted to swallow their cum. Maybe she was hungry. She certainly was very hungry. They didn’t feed her much. Now she had to focus on the cock grinding away in her pussy. If felt so good she soon forgot about her lost cum. Her hips were grinding against Todd’s. As her captors watched her latest defilement, she found herself unable to hide her lust from them. It was tougher to try with each passing day.

“Yes, harder!” she finally cried out loud, then stopped, flushed with shame at her admission.

“Give up, Ashley, you can’t hide it from us. Jeez,” Todd said as he continued pounding her. “What are you resisting, anyway?”

Ashley began crying. What was she resisting? She was becoming something she didn’t recognize. She was liking too much of what they were doing. She was forgetting too often that she was their victim. They called her a sex slave, but she thought rape slave was a better term. It was more about what she was now. But still, at her core, she knew it wasn’t right.

She screamed with a bucking orgasm as Todd brought her to climax. He was still going, drawing out her own pleasure, but soon he came inside her. Keith took his place, giving Ashley no rest at all. She was passing some kind of threshold now that their treatment of her body was intensifying. She eagerly took Jake’s cock in her mouth when it was presented, and sucked at it to get what cum she could from it.

All six of them fucked her that afternoon. Ashley looked forward to being untied, but it wasn’t meant to be. Rather than untie her, they simply rolled the TV into her view and began playing a long video about enslaved girls in a castle providing not only sex but also all the naked hard labor around the grounds. Their scars and red welts testified to their harsh treatment.

Keith showed her something for the first time. It was the first sex toy she recognized, having seen vibrators in her mother’s dresser drawer. He put it into her sore but satisfied vagina and turned it on before they all left her. The long play video went on for almost six hours. The lithium batteries in the vibrator lasted even longer. But they left her lashed to the bed with cum on her face until the next morning.

The effect of that long evening on Ashley’s perceptions, lying there cumming and watching scenes of enslavement, was electric. She knew she would just do what they wanted. She would do anything if they let her off the bed and upstairs. They were going to rape her anyway. She may as well be upstairs. She’d rather do the chores and cook their meals and do their laundry and clean up their mess than stay chained and useless in the dark old basement.

She looked up eagerly, but tiredly when the guys came down the stairs in the morning. It had been a long, frustrating night. After cumming all evening, she couldn’t touch herself at all during the night, despite the dead vibrator in her reminding her of her pussy. “And how are you feeling this morning?” Jake asked.

“Please, let me get off the bed now,” Ashley said slowly. “I, I’ll be your sex slave now.”

“I think you already are,” Todd said.

“No, I mean I want to go upstairs. I won’t run away. I’ll do what I’m told. I’ll do all the chores. You don’t have to give me clothes or anything. I’ll be a real slave.”

They gazed at her for a while. “Alright,” Frank said. “On a trial basis. And we’ll keep you closely watched.”

“Yes, thank you,” Ashley said as they untied her. For the first time in weeks, since her arrival, she finally got the padlocked collar off her neck. They led her upstairs. She looked around and sighed. The place was a mess.

“In honor of your new status,” Keith said while John ran to the other room, “We won’t fuck you just yet today. There’s breakfast to cook, a pile of laundry to do. None of it yours, obviously, and a ton of work to get this place looking liveable.”

John returned with a pair of ankle cuffs, with two feet of slack to them. “We don’t want you running off,” he told her as he cuffed her feet.

“I understand. I won’t run off,” Ashley said. “I’ll be a good slave.”

“Maybe. But you’re not there yet,” Frank told her.

“When will I be there?” she asked. “I want to be there.” That was a lie. She’d still rather go home. But this was bearable.

“We’ll tell you when you’re ready,” Billy told her. “Now go cook my breakfast, slut.”

Ashley spent the next many weeks working around the cabin and fucking the guys. They were not particularly creative, but they were eager, and kept her cunt, mouth, and ass well used. Ashley cried herself to sleep more often than not, but with each passing day she found her enslavement less humiliating and more natural. Or rather, less unnatural. But she never lost the leg irons, and always slept chained in the basement. And she came at least twenty times a day, whether she wanted it or not.

One day, when she was sitting watching some new slave porn, she was struck by an idea. “Sirs, if you stuck that short handled broom up my ass and made me clean with it, I’ll bet you could make me cry,” she said casually.

“Hmm,” Billy replied. It was mid afternoon and they were all fairly sleepy. “What?”

“Make me sweep with the broom in my ass. A slave should be humiliated, right? A sex slave should.”

“Ashley, are you actually suggesting ways for us to mistreat you now?” John asked.

“Huh. Oh. Um. Yeah,” she said, flustered. She’d just blurted out the idea without thinking. It seemed like something they could try on her. She’d been watching the girl on the tape taking the butt plug off the floor, but there was a broom in the background and the idea just clicked for her.

“You want to be sexually mistreated, don’t you?” Jake asked her. “You want to be raped!”

“So what if I do!” she cried, suddenly embarrassed again.

“So, it means you’re finally a good slave. A good, sex, rape, pleasure slave.”

“I am? That’s the definition?”

Keith shrugged. “As good as any,” he said.

“So, does this mean I can sleep upstairs? Can I take off the ankle chains?”

“Of course not. Slaves don’t get that kind of freedom. Like you said, a slave girl should be humiliated. Now about that broom idea...” John said.

Ashley spent the rest of the afternoon as happy as she’d been since before her abduction. She felt as good as when she was free, as happy, and far more content. Of course they did the broom idea with her, and on prodding she came up with several other ideas she’d had but not shared. Of course some of the ideas were intense, and Ashley was still brought to tears and screams, but the mood over the next couple days was as happy as it had ever been. Ashley went to sleep in the evening thinking to herself. “I want to stay forever,” she thought. “I don’t want to get dressed.”

In the morning, she saw suitcases out in the living room. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“The rental agreement ends tomorrow,” Jake told her. “Our time is over.”

Ashley felt like a hammer had struck her. “But, no! It can’t be over!”

“It is. You’ve got school in a little over a week. We have to get back home.”

“Oh.” She stood there, dead inside. For the first time in a while, she remember that she was a helpless, nude captive. She was no longer even a passive participant. She was just a piece of fuck meat being discarded. “What happens to me?”

“Get in the car. We’ll take you someplace.”

“Can’t I please have a goodbye fuck?” she begged.

“I think we can manage that,” Billy said.

Two hours later Ashley was lying in the trunk of the car. She was still naked, but not tightly bound. Only her hands were tied behind her. The guys, her masters, hadn’t said where exactly they would take her. She only knew it was far from the cabin and close to home. They didn’t seem worried that she would report the crime. Of course the police would talk to her, but she wasn’t going to tell them anything.

The car stopped and the trunk lid finally opened. Jake helped her out of the car. They were along an empty stretch of road. It was a hot, early afternoon. “Please, don’t dump me out here,” she begged. “At least tell me which way is it to town.”

“Either way will get you to a town, Ashley. Have a great life, and maybe we’ll see you sometime,” Keith told her. Jake gave her a kiss, and then they were back in the car, driving off.

Ashley just stood there for a while, letting the hot sun soak her nude body. She couldn’t get free of the ropes. She would just have to walk and wait for someone to rescue her. She set off down the highway, wondering what she would encounter next.