Kidnapped for Sport

By Powerone

Chapter Two

Stripped and Bound for Abuse

Hands were rough on her, throwing her against the bed and pouncing on her unmercifully. Her hands were grabbed by two of them, powerful hands digging into her slim wrists, yanking her arms up to the corner of the bed, her body stretching up and out. She heard the click of metal snapped around her wrists, then her arm released, but not before she heard another click. Belinda tugged on her wrists, but the cold, unyielding metal cuffs had her pinned to the corners of the bed. She could hear them move away from her arms, but the bed sank down at her feet. She knew what was next and that is what she feared more.

Michael grabbed one leg, John the other. It was almost like a Thanksgiving turkey wishbone, each of them grabbing a leg and spreading it. The bed was big so her legs spread wide, her skirt tearing along the seam when it couldn’t stand the strain any longer. She struggled but was ineffective, the men overpowering her.

It felt like they were splitting her up the middle, not stopping even as she heard her skirt ripping. Would they tear me up the middle? She was grateful when they stopped, even though her crotch ached. Belinda felt the steel band around her ankles and then they were released, but her legs barely moved an inch before they stopped her from closing her legs. She began to panic now, knowing her clothes would be stripped from her next. Three naked men would want their satisfaction from her again before they were finished with her and bound as she was, she had little choice in the matter.

Michael rubbed his cock on her naked leg, his hand following it, sliding up the inside of one leg, his hand caressing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He teased her, sliding his hand all the way under her skirt, coming close to her pussy, but not quite touching her, retreating back down her thigh as her muscles trembled beneath his hand.

John went to work on her tits. He thrust a pillow beneath the small of her back, forcing her to arch her breasts out provocatively, the firm flesh pushing out her blouse until the buttons threatened to tear open. Sam was fixated on her other leg, so her tits were all his for a while. “Nice tits, Belinda. I can’t wait to see them naked.” He wanted to grab them and feel them, but he wanted to let her suffer in silence, John stripping her slowly.

Six hands were touching her everywhere and she could barely move an inch in any direction. Something was pushed under her, her back aching as she strained uncomfortably, knowing that they had done it to highlight her breasts, afraid of what they might do to them in this obscene position. Hands squeezed her thighs too hard, sure that she would be bruised when they finished with her, but she knew that was the least of her problems, fearing what else they might physically do to her. Each time her muscles quivered as the fingers moved towards her pussy, but each time they moved away, prolonging the inevitable.

Michael had the scissors, cutting the full length of her skirt on both sides until it hung to the sides, final cuts on the waistband until it fell open. Sam grabbed it, pulling it out from beneath her until she was naked from the waist down except for a pair of tightly fitting panties, the wide spread of her legs making them pull tight over her mound and outline a beautiful pussy, full lips and a sharp slit clearly outlined. You could tell instantly that she was shorn, even without taking her panties off. Michael looked up as John began to open her blouse, the buttons flying open with just a flick of his fingers, the blouse pulling to the side as her thrust out breasts strained to be free of the confining bra that encased them.

Belinda knew her skirt was gone or most of it gone, the cool air blowing on her naked legs. She could only imagine how she must look and the raping eyes of the men on her near naked sex. Her blouse was pulled opened. She felt something cold against her skin and then she felt her bra straps relaxed, another snip of something cold between her cleavage and she felt the tightness of her bra released. Something had cut it away, hands reaching out to fondle her, Brenda unable to do anything but endure the harshness of the man’s fingers on her breasts.

He felt the bra beneath his fingers moving, perched on top of her breasts but nothing kept it there any longer, the scissor making quick work of the flimsy bra. John pulled it from her breasts, revealing a lovely set of firm tits, nipples turning hard and pointed under the cool night air. “Look at them, good enough to eat.” His hands returned to her breasts, this time nothing but bare skin and hard nipples welcoming his hands. He ran his hands over them; his large fingers digging into the flesh until they oozed through his fingers, feeling the nipples stiffen as his fingers rubbed over them. Sam joined him on the other side, each of them molesting her young breasts as she squirmed uselessly beneath them. John plucked at her nipple, his fingertip rubbing over the tip until he got her to respond, seeing and feeling it grow from the constant attention. He held her tit in one hand, using his other to flick his hard fingernail across the rubbery tip, her body jerking as his finger thudded against the flesh. He smiled, the young girl not saying a word in spite of not being gagged. She had learned her lesson.

Her breasts were mauled and molested, not stroked and caressed, as a lover would do. Her nipples were taunted and abused until they stood out hard, not in arousal, but from the harshness, feeling the fingers abusing them until they ached to the depths of her breasts. It got worse, feeling hot lips latch onto her nipples, powerful suction drawing them deep into their mouths while their teeth bit beneath the areola to keep them trapped, forced into elongated flesh. She felt the nipples stretching too far and then a tongue attacked them, feeling rough on the abused flesh. Hands milked them as their teeth and mouth attacked them until they felt like they were raw. She didn’t know how much her beautiful breasts could stand this abuse.

Michael made short work of her panties, slicing up the side panels and through the elastic waistband until it was ready to pull free. He grabbed the front of her panties and slowly pulled them down and then out, his eyes glued to her naked pussy as the panties slowly slid through her legs and out from under her ass. He threw them to the floor, his eyes glued intently to her pussy. She had a full mound, puffy lips pulled back by the wide spread of her legs, her lips yanked apart to reveal pink inner flesh, a hint of a sparkle from her unexpected juices. She was bald as a baby, shorn nicely as though she had done it in expectations of them raping her. “Now there is a pussy worth eating.”

Her panties were gone in a minute, dragged between her cheeks. The others at least deserted her breasts, but she knew that the three men were focused on her naked pussy and the obscene way she was revealed to them, shamed that she had shaved her mound yesterday as if she wanted to please them. She heard his words and feared the next touch between her legs would be a warm, wet tongue licking her, afraid of her body betraying her under the oral assault.

To Be Continued.