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Paula - Erotic Fiction


Abducted and Abused

Josh was in the living room.

"Josh," I said. "Why didn't you tell me about the Sultan's jewels and the bandits and everything?"

Josh leapt silently out of his chair, stood in front of me and put a don't-say-anything finger to his lips. "Jewels?" he said. "Oh, the necklace. Yes. OK, I promise - we'll go in to town tomorrow and have another look at it." And as he spoke he took me by the arm and led me forcefully upstairs and into our bedroom.

I was perplexed and a little frightened. Again he put his fingers to his lips to stop me from speaking. He turned the TV on, led me into the bathroom, put the radio on, turned on the shower and started to undress and bid me do the same.

We got into the shower and he turned the jet so that it drummed against the glass. He whispered in my ear: "I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you. Honestly, it wasn't that hairy."

"What the hell's going on, Josh? Why all this James Bond stuff with the shower?"

"Ninety nine percent certain we're not bugged, but..."

I felt weak at the knees.

"Bugged, the house? Are you in the SAS?" I asked.

Josh thought that was a huge joke. "No, no - done a bit of the training, but those guys are full time crazies. What put you on to it?" he asked.

"I mentioned to Derek you'd fallen off a horse in Oman and he said 'he's not one of those SAS chaps, is he?'."

"Careless words, careless words. The colonel would have my guts if he knew I'd let that slip. Look, cover story is I was training dentists, we all went for a jolly in the dessert on the last day, I fell off, no damage, end of story. Best not to mention anything though. OK?"

"Yes, OK Josh," I said.

That night I quietly cried myself to sleep in his arms.

When we were out next day I asked him if he was still in the army and likely to go off on some hair-brained mission at any time. He was vague as usual and said he wasn't exactly in the army and anyway he had more of a desk job now. "And if anybody asks, I'm a dentist and I also happen to be an army reservist dentist. But don't volunteer any info."

"Are we bugged at home, Josh?"

"Highly unlikely. But I'm going to do a specialist electronics course so I'll have access to all the kit. I'll do a sweep just to make sure."

It took me a couple of weeks to get over the shock and get used to the fact that Josh was dividing his time between the surgery and whatever he did with the army - if it was the army. I had no idea where he went each day when he left the house, whether to the surgery or somewhere else - perhaps that had been part of the reason for moving out of the flat. I wondered where he told the other two dentists he was when he wasn't at the surgery.

But life goes on and we never discussed it after that. Josh brought home a box of tricks a few weeks later and spent a day wandering around the house holding bits of equipment against walls and floors. "I think we're clean," he pronounced.

"Only think?" I said.

Josh didn't want to meet Heather and Derek. Carrie and Matt didn't want to play and we never seemed to meet anyone likely, so we started responding to swingers' ads. But people didn't turn up or if they did they had lied about their age or appearance, or they were just people you wouldn't want to know. We were probably just unlucky but we gave up after a few abortive attempts.

I was hankering after a girl I could mistreat. I felt I knew how to do it now. Something Mo had said had stuck in my mind: the more you hurt them the more they want you to come back. With Jennie and Carrie I'd done things to them, or told them to do things, that I thought, oops, that's pushed it too far, but they had just come back for more. I was ready for a girl now and I'd do whatever I liked to her.

We advertised our spare room again. I wanted someone young, inexperienced, unattached and with a submissive streak.

But nobody completely fitted the bill. Our house was a bit out of the way which cut down the field.

But within ten seconds of Joanne walking through our front door I reckon Josh had an erection.

Joanne was tall and well built. Well padded, big tits, narrow waist, wide hips, big meaty thighs. She had a permanent smile on her face that suggested she had a wet cunt and was ready for it. Her jeans showed off her cunt slit - that certainly attracted Josh's attention. Either way there was no way she was going to escape.

She rented the room. On the first evening we watched on the TV in Josh's study as she shed her clothes. Josh had his cock out, I had my hand down my knickers. Joanne liked her body as much as we did. She undressed in front of the mirror, admiring herself as each layer came off. Down to bra and knickers, she turned to admire her big fat arse, pulling up her knickers to see how she looked when they disappeared up her arse.

Next morning Josh dragged me down to his study so we were ready when she got up. She slept naked - it was July and hot. She bathed - oh for a camera in the bathroom - and came out drying herself. She tried on several pairs of knickers, then bras, then jeans, skirts and tops and you had the feeling she was aroused by the sight of her own body. We certainly were. I was gentle wanking Josh as we watch her go through her dressing ritual.

It was obvious that what she liked most was tight jeans that showed off her sex. She tried half a dozen combinations of knickers and jeans, in the end opting for thin, light blue jeans and no knickers, a white bra and white t-shirt. She went into the bathroom and emerged with a glass of water. She put her finger in it then wetted the crotch of her jeans where they went up her, and admired the damp patch. She left her bedroom and came downstairs.

Josh quickly tucked his cock away and we were in the kitchen trying to look nonchalant when she came in for breakfast. She had that same 'I'm on heat' smile on her face.

"Morning, Joanne, sleep well?" I said.

"Yes thanks," she said.

"What are your plans for today?"

She sat on the stool at the breakfast bar, the hint of dampness about her crotch evident.

"My boyfriend's coming to pick me up at ten, we're off in to the country," she said.

Boyfriend. Josh and I exchanged glances.

"You're very attractive," I said. "He's a lucky lad."

Joanne shifted on her stool, wanting better to exhibit herself.

"You wait till you see him, he's gorgeous," she said.

And, damn it, he was. Tall athletic, bronzed. But they didn't linger, they were gone within a minute of his arrival.

"Josh," I said. "I have got to have her."

"So have I," Josh said.

Her boyfriend dropped Joanne off around 10pm but didn't come in.

Next morning I was out in the garden sunbathing nude by 9am, hoping Joanne would see me and join me. Josh was in our bedroom spying.

"Good morning." It was Joanne, standing in the conservatory doorway. "Sorry," she said. "I didn't realise you were..."

"It's OK," I said. "Come and join me by all means."

"Thanks, but John is picking me up in a few minutes." And he did and she disappeared for the rest of the day.

I was in my dressing gown in the kitchen when she got back but she went straight to bed.

Try as I might to interest her it was to no avail.

So I decided on a more direct approach. On Sunday morning we watched her on the TV get up and disappear into the bathroom. We heard the bath running. I went upstairs, knocked loudly on her door and went in.

"Yes? Who's there? I'm in the bath," Joanne said.

I stood in the bathroom doorway. "Hello, we wondered if you'd like to come to a pub lunch with us today?"

"Do you mind!" she said indignantly. She was covering her chest modestly. "Anyway, no thank you. Now, if you don't mind..."

I beat a retreat.

"She's not so much an exhibitionist as a tease," Josh concluded.

I was thoroughly cheesed off.

Two days later, about ten o'clock in the morning someone knocked on the front door. Two women. One young with long, jet black hair dressed in a brown leather waistcoat and jeans, the other around forty, big and buxom.

"Hello," the younger one said. "Josh thought you might like cheering up."

"Uhuh," I said suspiciously.

That moment the phone rang. I excused myself, shut the front door and answered it. It was Josh.

"Birthday present," he said.

"What?" I said daftly.

"Jane and Gloria."

"Who the bloody hell are they?" I said.

"No idea," Josh said. "How do they look?"

"Come on, Josh, what are you up to?"

"Well, you seemed a bit fed up so I got in touch with your friend Heather and asked if she knew anyone who might cheer you up and..."

"Oh Christ, if they're friends of Heather's they'll beat me to a pulp!"

"Up to you, but just send them away if you're not feeling adventurous."

That was a challenge if ever I heard one.

"I'll get you for this Joshua Miles," I said. I put the phone down.

I opened the front door and was about to invite Jane and Gloria in when Jane grabbed me by the arms and Gloria pulled a cloth bag over my head. Next thing I knew I was being bundled into a car. I think the young one, Jane, was driving. Gloria was in the back seat with me. She overpowered me easily. She put handcuffs on my wrists. I fought back the panic - I couldn't stand being restrained. Something was put around my neck and tightened like a noose.

"Behave or I tighten it," Gloria said.

Something cold worked its way up my stomach - it was a pair of scissors cutting the front of my t-shirt and bra. She undid my jeans, pushed me onto my back and pulled my jeans and knickers off.

Naked and blindfolded I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

By way of reply Gloria pinched my nose and put a hand over my mouth so that I could hardly breathe.

We were in the car for twenty minutes or so.

When we stopped Gloria said: "OK, nobody looking?"

"OK," Jane said. And they bundled me out of the car and up some steps into a house.

They sat me on a chair, my hood still on, tied my ankles to the chair legs, my waist and shoulders to the chair back. Gloria took the handcuffs off and told me to hold my hands out in front of me, palms up.

Then swish, something lashed across my palms. "Ow!" I tucked my hands between my thighs. Something, it felt like lots of leather strips, lashed painfully across my breasts. "OW!!! That hurts!"

My hands were pulled from between my thighs and tied to the back legs of the chair. My knees were yanked open. Something was rudely pushed up me, something was attached to my nipples - it felt like sellotape or plasters.

Then, eouch!, a searing pain right inside me, starting inside my sex and exploding in my nipples. I jolted involuntarily. "What the f..." but before I could finish the word another jolt, more powerful still, then another.

"You like that?"

I knew that voice. Unmistakeably it was Mo.

"Mo!" I said. "I don't li..." Then wham! Another twenty thousand volts convulsed me. "Aaaah!" The pain was almost unbearable.

Then nothing. After a few minutes silence I said: "Are you still there?" But I was alone.

They left me like that for half an hour. At first I struggled to free myself, hating them and hating Josh. But after a while I started to relax and became very aroused at the thought of what was going on.

I heard footsteps, someone was approaching. My hood was lifted half off, uncovering my mouth but leaving my eyes covered. Something was tied around my eyes to hold the hood in place. I heard a zip, I could smell a man, then a cock pushing at my lips. I open my mouth to let him in. He pushed his cock down my throat so that I gagged, but he kept it there making me choke. Panic rose, but he pulled back and took it out giving me a moment to recover, then pushed it back between my teeth and I could feel a hand on his cock - too light to be his - wanking him into my mouth.

"Fill her up, Mr Ralph." Mo's voice. And Mr Ralph did fill me up. Hot spunk flooded down my throat, hot tasty spunk.

The hood was pulled back down and secured around my neck. I was untied and forced to bend over the back of a sofa, my hands tied behind my back. Someone parted my buttocks and pushed something small and cold up my arse. Then terrible pain as simultaneously a surge of electricity was inflicted upon me and something swished down on my buttocks.

I was about to protest when something buzzed gloriously against my clitty and all the pain was swept away. It was held there long enough for me to be well on my way, then taken away.

"Oh, please!" I said, craving orgasm.

But all I got was another swish of the cane and another massive electric shock. And for a moment I think I might have passed out because the next thing I knew the thing was buzzing against my clitty and I was coming violently. But the buzzing carried on and the pleasure turned to irritation then dreadful pain as it became too much to bear and I begged them to stop but they just pressed it harder against me and I started to cry as it became intolerable. And they stopped and untied my hands and laid me on my back on the floor and a man lay heavily on top of me and started to fuck me and the pain turned again to pleasure and I started to gurgle and giggle and the man came and withdrew from me and another man thrust his cock up me and started hammering in to me and something crushed my left nipple with such terrible pressure that I screamed in agony and then the thing was removed and pleasure swept over me and I came and I said thank you. The man came and filled my cunt, his spunk mixing with the first man's, then he got up. Not a word was spoken. Then I felt a stream of hot liquid on my tummy, then another, then another and I smelled piss, then another coarser stream wetted my face mask and soaked my face, then another, then another stream as they all pissed on me. Then feet, naked feet, kicked me, pushed me, rolled me over on the floor, then hands slapped my piss-soaked body, hurting me, beating and slapping every part of me from head to toe, back and front. I was made to kneel up. I felt something terribly hot against my anus and involuntarily jerked forward to escape it, but someone struck me across my masked face and told me to keep still and the hot thing was excruciatingly pushed up my arse. And then the buzzing on my clitty again, but now pleasurably and the hot poker up my arse began to vibrate and dance around inside me then I felt fingers, lots of hands, all trying to push up my cunt and stretch me and someone put that clamp on my nipple again and the terrible pain hit me, then they released the clamp and I was swept away, pleasure destroying me. I went limp and sank onto the floor, spent.

I heard retreating footsteps. Jane told me to keep my eyes shut until she too was out of the room then she removed my hood. When she too had gone I opened my eyes, blinking in the light.

I was lying in a pool of piss on the wooden floor of someone's living room. I tried to sit up but I hurt all over and felt stiff.

"Where is everyone?" I said weakly.

There was no reply. I leaned against the back of the sofa trying to regain my strength and collect my thoughts.

A little later Jane strolled in wearing her leather waistcoat and nothing else, eating a slice of toast. She flopped into an armchair, slung one leg over the armrest and beckoned to me. I crawled over to her and she pointed at her sex. I put my mouth to her and began to nuzzle her. She repeatedly slapped my face, not hard, as I cunnied her.

"Now," she said as I lapped at her. "If you had sent some little slave of yours off to go through all of this you would have felt guilty and worried about her, wouldn't you?"

I thought how right she was.

"Do you hate us or want more?" she asked.

I wanted it all over again, and more. She didn't wait for my reply.

"Once someone is yours you can do whatever you like to them and the more extreme it is the more they will like it and the more obedient they will be and the more they will love you." She slapped me harder to make her point.

A man came in carrying a bucket. "Hello," he said holding out his hand, "I'm Ralph. My cock down your throat." I held out my hand as best I could - it being tied behind my back - without taking my mouth away from Jane's cunt, and he shook my hand in a strangely formal greeting.

"Enough," Jane said. "Clean up over there then we'll take you home."

Ralph undid my wrists and I cleaned the floor using the bucket of warm water and cloth.

Ralph knelt between Jane's legs and pushed his cock up her. They ignored me completely and chatted about what they were going to do that evening. When I'd finished wiping the floor Ralph said "Come here." So I did and Ralph took his cock out of Jane's hot steaming cunt and put it into my mouth saying "Clean it off and I'll drive you home."

He didn't come, but when he'd had enough of my mouth he put a pair of shorts on, put the handcuffs on me and led me out. It was just an ordinary suburban street. We crossed the pavement, him not caring that I was completely naked. He pushed me in to the back of the car and drove me home. When we arrived he opened the car door for me, I stumbled out and he drove off. I didn't have my keys so had to sit in the garden and wait for someone to come home.

Joanne came home at about five. I went to the kitchen window and asked her if she could let me in. When she saw me naked and handcuffed and bruised she looked shocked.

"Don't ask," I said. "Are you any good with locks?"

"Christ! Are you all right? What happened?"

She must have imagined I'd been assaulted and raped - which I suppose I had been - but I calmed her down and sat naked and smelly in the kitchen while she made me a cup of tea. She did her best not to look at me. She found a pair of pliers under the sink and we found that the chain connecting the two cuffs were soft as butter and easily cut.

Joanne escaped to her room as quickly as she could and I went off for a long bath. Only when Josh came in much later and cut through the cuffs was I finally unmanacled. Joanne moved out the next morning.

I must have smiled continuously for about a fortnight after that. Then one day Josh said: "I've been offered a new job with - you know. It'll mean moving again and setting up a new practice. But we can be nearer civilisation and I think I know exactly what sort of house we need now. What do you think?"

We'd been there less than a year but never properly settled. The lovely country views were lovely, but when you've seen a field once you've seen it. We knew we needed something different.

Josh designed Grove from the ground up. Every room had at least one camera. His army contacts and electronic expertise gave him access to the best equipment and he knew how to set it all up. Grove had two-way mirrors, a secret spying room - everything the voyeuristic pervert could wish for. From our first day there we were to love the place. It was near the university so we had no difficulty letting the guest room to pretty young students. And that's when my fun, and Josh's fun, really started.

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