0 comments/ 82856 views/ 12 favorites Kidnapping By: bellaforte I come to with my hands tied and the roar of a car on a good-sized road. Trying to wipe the soft cloth from over my eyes I realize that my hands won't come up more than a few inches. I hear a low chuckle that freezes me- what in the hell is going on? I take stock quickly: hands tied beneath the seat, ankles tied to the corners of the seat, leaving my thighs spread a little, another rope around my chest, pinning me tight to the seat, and a blindfold over my eyes. The ropes aren't rough against my skin, but some discreet tugging shows that they won't come undone easily, either. I'm obviously in a car, and we're obviously moving based on the sound. I sniff a little, windows down but fresh air coming in. A hint of cologne. Maybe someone can see me like this through the window? I turn my attention to the driver, trying to find out what I can without vision. The cologne is obviously his. It's vaguely sweet and musky, and in other circumstances I'd probably like it. His voice is deep when he speaks, and a little familiar. "I bet you have some questions, darling. Let me answer them. First off, the windows are tinted so no one can see you. Even if they could, you'd just look like you were sleeping in the seat with that mask on. As for who I am, well I'm someone who knows you and knows what you want beneath that 'I'm in charge' bitch-mask you wear. And where we're going is home." His voice was so gentle on the word 'home' that I shuddered. I had to give him credit, he'd answered most of my main questions, but I'd be damned if I'd admit that. "You forgot one," I told him, trying my damndest to sound nonchalant, despite the fact that I was terrified. His voice was low and amused, incredibly sexy under other circumstances. I've always loved men who take control, damn me. "And what's that?" "Why me?" I mean, I'm 5'5, 125lbs, with a 34D chest. I know what guys like about me, so I knew to some extent why me, but I wanted to hear him say it. He laughed now. Glad one of us was finding this amusing. "Because I know you, I know what you crave, I know what you want." His hand was suddenly on my bare thigh and I gasped, trying to cringe away but of course I couldn't. His hand felt huge, and was warm in the cool car, inching its way up my thigh to my groin, only barely covered by the short shorts I habitually wore in summer. "Oh God please don't," I couldn't stop myself from begging, but my only response was his fingers cupping my groin through the cotton, and I flushed to realize that I was wet and he could feel the heat of it. His voice was almost conversational now, as he simply cupped my groin. "You, little slut, have been wanting to be taken and used since you were a teenager. It's what you fantasize about, what you ache for," his fingers where working their way into the leg of my loose shorts, finding their way into my damp panties. "It's what get you wet." With those words, his fingers found my slit, proving them right as I whimpered and tried to move away. His voice was completely calm as he slowly worked a finger inside of me even as I shook my head violently, small gasps of "No, no, no, no, please, no" working their way past my clenched teeth. "Its what you've wanted for years." He was stroking that spot inside of me now, and my eyes rolled back inside of my head. Dammit, he was good at this. Most guys just shove 2 fingers in and pump away. I could have ignored that, could have clenched my teeth and stayed calm, but this slow, firm taking of my body I couldn't stop myself from reacting to. "You're going home with me, little bitch, to be my playtoy." Another long, sure stroke inside of me, a second finger added only when I was ready- hell, ready to beg for it. My body was completely betraying me. "You're going serve me and whoever I choose, however I choose." God his fingers were thick, and the motherfucker was right- this was what I fantasized about- being taken and kept, just used and played with, but it was only a fantasy! "I'm going to fuck that lovely little body whenever I want, however I want." Slowly he started pumping his fingers in and out of me while I writhed and moaned. I was being kidnapped, most likely to be raped, how was my body doing this to me? His voice came again, fingers still inexorably arousing me. "Stop feeling guilty for your body's reactions, little bitch. Your body was designed to respond to stimulation with or without your mind's permission, did you know some women orgasm during rape?" God, I wasn't far from it myself, a little pressure on my slit and I'd be screaming. "And then, of course, there's Stockholm Syndrome. Do you know what that is, little bitch?" I whimpered. Of course I knew, I was a Psychology major. Named after a famous hostage incident, it was the phenomenon of victims, usually women, falling in love with or otherwise showing loyalty to their captors. "Yes, I knew you were a smart little bitch." His fingers were withdrawing now, and I breathed a sigh of relief, only to find them against my lips, sticky with my own arousal. I turned away desperately- while I normally liked the taste of myself, to suck his fingers clean was a voluntary act I couldn't bring myself to perform. "Now, bitch, or you're not going to like what I do to you." I whimpered and opened my mouth, just enough for him to press his fingers in but refusing to do more than that. I'd be damned if I'd cooperate in this... but oh God my arousal tasted good and being aroused always increased my oral fixation... His voice was harsher now. "Little bitch... do not piss me off this early on." I shut my eyes tightly against the blindfold and obeyed. If he was willing to risk the consequences of kidnapping and raping me, surely hurting me was well within his power. Maybe if I pleased him enough he'd let me go? I knew it for nonsensical thinking even as I thought it, but there was a logic in cooperating to keep him happy and me hurt less. He didn't indicate having any plans to kill me, but I had read enough case studies to know that that didn't rule it out as a plan. For now, I could only assume that my safest option was to cooperate... and besides, if this had been consensual it would have been one hell of a lot of fun. A thin line, but a real one. So I dutifully sucked his fingers clean, stroking them with my tongue, scraping very, very gently with my teeth and sucking hard enough to hollow out my cheeks. I could feel his pleased chuckle. "Very good, little bitch." I was shocked to feel a trickle of pleasure at his praise. Jesus, surely it wasn't happening already? His fingers were slowly removed from my mouth, and I almost made a sound of disappointment before stopping myself. I felt them run along my lips, the gentle caress so many men never bothered with, then down my neck to the hollow of my throat. I had a moment to gasp as his hand wrapped tightly around my throat, making breathing difficult for a moment. It loosened almost immediately though, and I heard his voice again, "Just a reminder, little bitch," before his fingers stroked down my collarbone and started unbuttoning my shirt. I whimpered again, wanting to writhe away but unable to both from fear and the rope wound just beneath my breasts. It wasn't long before my thin bra was exposed, and his warm fingers soon found my erect nipples. I gasped as he pinched one lightly, just hard enough to draw a gasp to my throat and arch my back in pleasure. My head was shaking violently back and forth, but what I was denying wasn't what he was doing, but my pleasure in it. I don't know how long he spent toying with my sensitive nipples, but I was writhing and squirming and ready to beg him to go back to fingering me when he finally stopped. I whimpered in disappointment, then felt mortified that I'd done so. He only laughed. "Such a good little bitch! You deserve a reward... I didn't think you'd be getting this until much later, but you've proved yourself even more of a little slut than I expected." I flushed, humiliated that I'd responded so readily to this rapist, despite knowing intellectually the reasons why. Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound and I gave a low moan. A vibrator. Oh God there was no way I'd be able to keep from cumming if he put that against my overheated skin. Sure enough, he did, working it into the top of my shorts this time so that my panties held the curved shape into place. I writhed and moaned, the vibrations right over my clit. Suddenly his hand was withdrawn, the vibe left in place and I felt his grip tight on the back of my neck. "You want to cum don't you slut?" I whimpered, trying to shake my head but his grip wouldn't met me. "I know that you do, and you're going to ask your Master's permission first, or I am going to hurt you like you've never been hurt before." I shook my head sharply, there was no way I was going to call this man "Master". Absolutely no way, but the orgasm was building so strongly and God I needed to cum and I didn't want him to hurt me. The decision was made for me as a bump in the road pressed the vibe closer to my clit, and I screamed, "Please God please I'm going to cum!" "Say it bitch- ask me" I whimpered, but I was too close to care what I was saying or who it was to, "Please Master I need to cum." His grip tightened on my neck and it was only has I started to cum that I realized that that had been part of my arousal. "Yes". I convulsed against the ropes, the strongest orgasm I'd ever had wracking my body until I thought I might be able to tear the ropes just from my convulsions, the entire world nothing but bright white light, and the sensations of his hand on my neck and the vibe at my clit. I convulsed for what felt like forever, slowly collapsing back into the seat as small shuddering aftershocks hit me. His voice was warm now, and amused. "Well now, little bitch, we're almost home now." I closed my eyes behind the blindfold, certain I'd need my strength. To be continued.... Kidnapping Bunny I was all set to spend Halloween at my apartment, curled up on my couch, with popcorn, soda, and ice cream, watching a medley of Friday the 13th movies. I love that heart-pounding feeling of fear, but at the same time, knowing that I'm completely safe. It's the same reason why I love roller coasters and haunted houses. The adrenaline rush gets me every time. I had just gotten home from the store when my phone rang. I hurried to put the ice cream in the fridge and grabbed my cell out of my bra. "Hey, Tina," I said, phone balanced on my shoulder while I put the popcorn and soda away. "Antoinette, I talked to Rachel and she said you weren't coming," Tina spat out, her anger evident through the phone. "And?" I asked with attitude. I walked into the living room and plopped down on my couch. "And nothing, you're coming!" she screeched, "It's freaking Halloween! You have been huddled up on that couch every Saturday night since you broke up with Mark and you are NOT going to flake out on Halloween." "Tina, look," I started, "I have nothing to wear. It's already 8pm. I have no desire to drive 45 minutes to go party. And we are too old to go party with a bunch of twenty-something random strangers in Louisville, anyway. And I have a carton of banana split ice cream in my freezer." Hmm. I thought. Top that. "We might be thirty-five, but we're not dead." "Tina." "No, those are bullshit excuses," she whined, getting louder. "Jeez, Tina, lay off!" "No, bitch, I'll be there in 20 minutes." Click. Fuck. I flopped my head backward and sighed. Once Tina had it in her head to do something, it was usually pointless to fight her. I hit my e-cig and waited for her to get there. Thirty minutes later, I was in my bedroom, trying on the costumes Tina had brought with her. She was going as a sexy angel. She was wearing a pink baby-doll dress whose spaghetti straps were struggling to hold up her massive chest--her blonde hair curled innocently on the tops of those boobs and a halo perched on her head like a crown. Sheer pink pantyhose, silver stilettos, and silvery wings completed her look. Rachel was going as a sexy devil. I could either be the sexy police officer or the Playboy bunny. I sighed audibly as Tina tried to pull the tight navy mini skirt over my fat ass. "It's not going to fit T. It's just not. I'll have to go with the Playboy bunny." She grinned and held up the purple bunny ears. The doorbell rang, signaling Rachel's arrival. "Yay," I deadpanned, as she ran to get the door. I struggled into the corset top that actually sucked in my waist and pushed my teeny titties up and together. The bottom was basically boy shorts with a tuft of fur attached. My ass really wasn't made to wear boy shorts and they rode up, allowing several inches of cheek to hang out at the bottom. "Really?" I sighed, turning in front of my full-length mirror. "Damn you and that fat ass, Antoinette. When God was giving out titties, he might've forgotten about you, but he made up for it with that butt," Rachel laughed, slapping my behind. She'd arrived fully dressed in a red satin body con dress, red cape, and thigh high black boots. Her red hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and she even had a set of horns. I swatted her hand away and sat down for Tina to finish my makeup. "Yep," I sighed, "This is what a 35 year old Playboy bunny looks like." "Shut up, Antoinette," Tina said, "I can't do this while you talk." Rachel reapplied her mascara and lip gloss in the mirror next to me. I studied myself while Tina worked on my face. My short black hair was slicked down with a deep side part. The corset and bottoms were a deep purple. Fishnet stockings and my own simple black platform pumps finished my look. Tina had piled on the gray and purple eye shadow, rimmed my eyes with black liquid liner, and had even given me false eyelashes. My lips were kept neutral, just some shiny lip gloss. I had to admit, I looked hot. Sultry even. "Ready?" Rachel asked, picking up her black clutch and tiny red pitchfork. Tina adjusted her boobs and grabbed her wings, nodding. They both looked at me. I pulled the boy shorts out of my ass and picked up my own clutch and my e-cig. I took a puff and sighed. "You kill me with that thing," Rachel said, pointing to my e-cig. I shrugged my shoulders and hit it again. "C'mon," they said, each grabbing one of my arms. We headed toward the door and piled into Rachel's SUV. Fourth Street Live, here we come, I thought to myself. The Abduction We had gotten to Louisville around 10:30pm. I'll admit it...I had fun. Drinking and dancing with a bunch of dressed up strangers IS kind of fun. But it was just after midnight and I was old. And even though I quit smoking years ago, I still liked the idea of going outside to vape. It made it seem like more of a break. So when I saw Tina grinding up on a mummy and Rachel sucking face with a werewolf, I slugged the last of my Crown and coke and headed outside. It was too chilly to just stand there, so I struggled in my heels down Fourth Street. I was a little bit drunker than I thought. I was supposed to drive us home, so I figured the walk and the cold air would help me clear my head a bit. I passed several well-dressed people stumbling into the Seelbach and got a few wolf whistles. I threw up my hand and puffed my e-cig again. What else could I expect in my get-up? I was in some kind of a daze, just walking along. I hadn't even realized the street had gotten darker. I looked ahead and the sidewalk was empty. I turned to look back and could see the bright lights of Fourth Street Live in the distance. I turned to look ahead again and a set of headlights in the long row of parked cars came on. I forced myself to take another step and shook my head. I wasn't afraid. I'd lived in this city for years. I knew exactly where I was. I had my phone in my bra. I automatically lifted my hand to my chest. Dammit! I'd left it lying on my bed. Okay, I was still okay. I'll just keep going, look like I know where I'm going, get to Broadway—there will be cars on Broadway. I'll walk to 3rd and come back down that way. Calm the fuck down, Antoinette. The headlights stayed on as I walked past, but the windows were tinted so when I dared to sneak a glance in the SUV, I couldn't see anyone. It was a new, all-black Suburban. It wasn't even running. I made it to Broadway and let out a sigh of relief. There were several cars driving up and down the street. I was worried for nothing. I strolled calmly, still puffing my e-cig. I pulled my boy shorts out of my ass again and turned the corner onto 3rd street. Just a few more blocks and then one street over. I could hardly feel the effects of the alcohol anymore. I had just made it to Guthrie and decided to cut across there. Suddenly, I heard a car engine and saw my shadow in front of me from headlights. I was on the sidewalk, so I wasn't going to get hit, but I froze and looked back anyway. The black SUV was speeding down Guthrie and it passed right by me. The breath I was holding came out in a rush. The SUV slammed on its brakes and I stopped again. It started backing down the street and I started to turn around and run. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. I screamed, dropped my e-cig and my clutch—it burst open, my ID, lip gloss, keys, and everything else scattering on the sidewalk. I squirmed to get away from the two pairs of hands that held my upper arms. I flung my body from side to side and eventually tried to just sit down, using my fat ass to my advantage. The two just picked me up and carried me. One of them picked up my dropped items. I continued to scream and curse and one of the hands left my arm and clamped over my mouth. I tried to bite the hand, but it was covered by a thick leather glove. In fact, my attackers were covered from head to toe in black, aside from white hockey goalie masks. I briefly thought of Jason Voorhees and my movie marathon that was interrupted for this night out. I mentally cursed out Tina and Rachel. And then, I started to panic. I hadn't even told them I was leaving the bar. They were probably still drunk and happy and not thinking of me at all. I increased my struggle, but we were almost to the SUV by that point. I knew that if I was taken to a second location, my chances dwindled dramatically. But if I let the panic take over, I'd never make it anyway. A few final twists and jerks and I was lifted into the back of the SUV. A third man in black was driving and a fourth sat in the front seat. No words were exchanged, but a roll of electrical tape was passed back to one of the men that dragged me away. My wrists and ankles were secured as we drove down Guthrie and turned left onto Fourth Street. They even buckled my seatbelt. By the time made it to Broadway, I was blindfolded. I could feel tears leaking out, dampening the cloth over my eyes. I resolved myself to relax. I was going to survive, no matter what. We drove around and I could tell they were trying to confuse me. I'd given up trying to remember all the turns they were making. I was sitting snug and secure between the two large men in the back, trying to take in every detail I could—they were playing Lil Wayne, the seat under my ass was leather, and one of the men was wearing great cologne, though I couldn't place it. The heat was on against the chill of the night and I could feel that my abductors had taken off some of their black attire. I could feel them both moving around to take off their jackets. The arm I was pressed against on my left was still clothed, but lightly—I could feel the warmth of his skin through it. The arm on my right was resting on my thigh and I could feel his rough, bare hand draped lightly over my knee. Nobody in the vehicle spoke for the first ten minutes or so. Then a phone rang somewhere and the passenger answered it. "Yeah," the deep voice said, "Nah, I'm in for the night. I'll hit you up tomorrow." Then he said to the driver, "Pull in right here." The SUV stopped and the door opened. A familiar hand came over my mouth and the one on my thigh clenched. "Nobody out there to hear you anyway, lil' girl," a gruff voice spoke near my ear. I sat still. I decided to speak. "Where are you taking me?" Something unspoken passed between the two men on either side of me, because I felt one of them shrug in response. The one on my left leaned forward and whispered something to the driver. The door opened and then closed again. The SUV was put in gear and we drove for another ten minutes or so before stopping again. This time, I heard the motor of a garage door and we slowly pulled forward. The motor ran again and I knew we were behind closed doors. "Time for the party to begin," the driver said. The other men chuckled and opened their doors. I was pulled across the leather and once my legs were turned to the side, I felt a shoulder against my stomach and I was lifted, head dangling upside down against the man's muscular back. As fucked up as this entire situation was, the masculine smells, the muscles, the dominance, the power, the fear—it was intoxicating. A trickle of arousal was mingled with the fear. I was almost ashamed of myself. The Interrogations We walked up a few steps into what I assume was a kitchen—I could hear their boots against the tile floor. Then hardwood. Then a door creaked open and we were going downstairs. I was scared again, expecting a cold, dirty basement with mildew smells. A torture room. But this one must've been finished—more hardwood, I guessed. I was gently lifted from the man's shoulder and my feet hit the cool wood floors. "Dom, get the glasses and ice bucket. Jay, there are cans of coke in the fridge." I was led to a chair and I followed obediently. I heard ice clinking in glasses, liquid being poured over it. I sat down on the cushioned chair, squirming, breathing heavily. "So, before we take off the blindfold, we have to explain a few things, okay?" I heard a click that sounded remarkably like my clutch purse, "Antoinette?" "Okay," I whispered, "But please don't hurt me." A sob caught in my throat and I shuddered visibly. "No, no, no, we're not going to hurt you." A warm hand landed on my back and another grabbed my knee. "In fact, we're not going to do anything else to you that you don't want." I sat there, confused by their comfort, by their words that belied their abduction. "Antoinette," a deep voice began, "We started a Halloween tradition several years ago—eight years ago, in fact. We go out on Halloween, all four of us decide on a beautiful woman, and we take her. We've pretty much gotten it down to a science." I felt hands lift my own hands and felt the tape between them cut. It was pulled away and a cold glass was put into my hand. "Have a drink, Bunny." I was still in shock and so when the glass was pushed toward my mouth, I automatically took a sip. Crown and coke. Yum. "Wait a minute," I said, reaching out to find the table in front of me to sit my drink down. "You abduct a woman? Every Halloween? You are serial rapists?" "Rapists?" one of the voices said, "No. It's never come to rape. Technically." "Let me explain," the deep voice said again, "Antoinette, we haven't ever had to rape any of these women, because they are usually begging to be fucked. By all four of us. Just like you will be." My immediate reaction was to rebel. "No," I said, shaking my head. "Yes, Bunny." A warm rough hand ran from my knee up my thigh. I clenched my thighs together. "Antoinette, what Dom is trying to show you, is that you'll have a night of pure pleasure, no strings, no worries, no expectations. You will have four men, touching you, licking you, penetrating you, making you cum over and over again. A fantasy that no one has to know about." "C'mon, Bunny," I felt his breath against my ear, and then his tongue, "Let us play." "But I don't even know you," I said, pulling away from the tongue, "And what do you get out of it? Is this some bisexual thing?" All four men laughed uproariously. I couldn't help but grin, so I bit my lip to stop it. "As far as you knowing us, I promise you, you'll know us just fine by morning. And who better to do all of these naughty things with than a stranger? No judgment. No explaining yourself. Just pleasure," a different voice said. "And no, we're not bisexual," another voice answered, "We are just four best friends who enjoy fucking. Dom is engaged. Jay, Devon, and I are married. To women who don't always want to fuck us in the way we want to." "So rather than cheat all the time and involve four different women who are going to get jealous and try to ruin things, we find one, have an entire night of it, and we're faithful for the rest of the year. It's almost like what happens on Halloween, stays on Halloween." I shook my head, trying to process this all. "So what if I say no?" "We take you back to where we found you. And hope next year is better." "Has that happened before?" I asked meekly. "No," they answered together. "I want you to take me back." "Really, Antoinette?" the man I identified as Dom asked. I nodded. "You said you would." "Okay," another voice said, bringing my hand up to lay against his crotch. I tried to jerk it away, but he held it there. I could feel him flex his giant dick beneath my hand. "We just want to ask you a few questions first. Then, we'll take you back." I felt a hand at my back and another at my elbow, helping me to stand. "We're going to ask our questions one-by-one, okay?" I couldn't say anything, but I nodded. "Then you'll take me back?" "Of course," a voice responded, "Come with me." I was led out of the main room and into another one, deeper into the basement. I felt leather against the backs of my legs and the voice told me to sit down. I did. "Now," the voice said, "lean forward." I felt his hands at the back of my head and the blindfold fell away from my eyes. I looked around frantically and then settled onto the face of one of my abductors. He was gorgeous. Short dreadlocks stuck out all over his head. His cocoa complexion was unmarred. Just the hint of a five o'clock shadow covered his jaws and when he smiled at me, good God, my pussy quivered. He had on a black v-neck t-shirt, black cargo pants, and unlaced black boots. "Hi Antoinette," he said, holding out his hand, "I'm Jay." I reached for it and shook, on auto-pilot and comforted by the show of manners. "Hi Jay," I said, pulling my hand back. The warmth of his hand lingered on my own, chilled by my adrenaline rush. "I brought your drink," he said, handing me the glass of dark brown liquid. I took it, and again, obediently sipped. "Now, tell me about the last time you had an orgasm." He was handling this like an interview, almost like he'd just asked about my last job. I paused, trying to find the anger or fear that I'd just felt minutes before. "Well," I began, "I—" He interrupted, "And I don't mean one you had by yourself." We both smiled. "Um, I guess it's been a while." I thought back to my relationship with Mark. We broke up three months ago. But we hadn't had sex for months before that. And he hadn't made me cum even longer. "Six months?" "Is that the last time you had sex? Six months ago?" "Maybe four months ago." "Have you been tested since then?" I nodded. I got tested at every gynecological exam and I'd just had mine in September. "So, you haven't had sex in four months, no orgasm in six, and you've been tested and are clean. Is that correct?" I nodded again. "Yes, that's right." "Are you on the pill?" "Yes." I didn't know why, but I'd kept taking those, even though Mark was long gone. "Excellent. Last question. Have you ever slept with a black man?" I shook my head no. He smiled at that. "Good, well, thanks Antoinette. I'll send in the next guy—and just let me say, you are fucking gorgeous." He smiled again and my pussy clenched. He leaned in to kiss my cheek. I sat there, so confused. The next man in was massive—this must've been one of the guys in the back seat. "Hi Bunny—I'm Dom." He reached down to pull me up for a hug. I liked Dom immediately. It was his hand that had lain innocently on my knee for the car ride. He was the one to rub my back in comfort. He was very touchy and surprisingly gentle, though he was at least six and a half feet tall and must've been a linebacker at some point in his life. He was even darker skinned than Jay, had a bald head, and a closely trimmed goatee. "Hi Dom," I smiled nervously, sitting down and sipping my drink again. "I knew we were going to pick you the minute I saw you—told the other guys I wouldn't even think about anybody else." The way he said it made me feel special—and he meant it that way. I couldn't reconcile how my abductor could make me feel like being abducted was a good thing. "I told Cyrus, 'that girl, the thick little bunny.'" He nodded, smiling. I couldn't help by smile back at him. "My Bunny lost her ears though," Dom said, "I grabbed them, but they were a little mangled." "That's okay," I heard myself say. What the fuck was I doing? I tried to look stern, to be angry. But while Dom wasn't the finest man I'd ever seen, he was endearing and charming, and caring. "So, let's get down to business," Dom said, rubbing his huge hands together. "My first question: have you ever been in love?" That was totally not the question I was expecting. I answered honestly. "I thought I was." "Your ex?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "Yes. And the ex before that. And the one before that." We both chuckled. "So you're a lover then, right? You love being in love?" I put my chin in my hand, leaning forward. "I guess you could say that." Kidnapping Bunny "I love my girlfriend. I truly do. She's a good girl. We have a kid together. But she's not the most exciting in the bedroom. And I don't like myself for cheating on her." I kept staring at him, chin in hand. "So why do you do it?" He scratched the back of his neck and looked guilty for a minute. Then he sighed heavily. "Bunny, when I go home to my girlfriend, she's going to be loving and kind and sweet. And if I asked her for a blowjob or to fuck her pretty ass, she's going to be shocked. She will be angry. She'll look at me differently." I cringed at him. "Sorry, Bunny. That's not to say that you're not kind and sweet and good too." he looked sheepish again. "But when I tell you that I want to suck your pussy 'til you cum on my face while I'm fingering your ass, I know that even if you say no, I don't have to look you in the face every day for the rest of my life." My pussy clenched again, thinking of his mouth on my pussy and that long, thick finger in my ass. I shifted on the leather chair and took another long swallow of my drink. "Thinking about it right now, aren't you?" he asked me. I shook my head no, and blushed. "Yes, you are, Bunny," he said, smiling at me, leaning forward to put a hand on each of my thighs. I put my hands on top of his to stop him, but changed my mind. He stroked the insides of my thighs and squeezed the tops gently. The movements went straight to my pussy. "Can I kiss you, Bunny?" He pulled my thighs forward gently and leaned toward me. I didn't say yes and I didn't say no. He leaned in closer and I held my breath. He pressed his soft lips against mine and I ran my hands up his arms to his shoulders. His tongue stroked the seam of my lips and I opened slightly. He brushed my tongue with his own softly and I leaned back. He grinned. "That was nice, Bunny. Hope you change your mind. I am dying to kiss your other lips like that." He squeezed my thighs and stood. I took another drink and fanned myself once the door closed. A minute or two later, it opened again. The next man was shorter than Dom, but was a much lighter complexion—he had to be Dominican or Cuban or something. He was dressed up—black button down, black slacks, black dress loafers. "I'm Devon," he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek. This was the other guy in the back seat and he was the one that smelled so good. I inhaled deeply as he sat down in the chair across from me. "Antoinette, I know you probably think we're all crazy, and I can't blame you. But when Dom pointed you out, I knew he was right. You were the one." "So how do you keep track of these women? Will I be '2015' or something?" I asked, rambling, "Do you have repeat customers or is this a one-time deal? Are you—" "Whoa, whoa, slow down, mami," he said, "You haven't even agreed, so why are you worrying about a repeat performance?" He had me there. I studied his hazel eyes, smooth caramel skin, and long, curly black hair. "Half Panamanian, half black," he said, "If you're wondering." I smiled. Panamanian. And fucking hot. "So Dom said he got a kiss," Devon said, "What do I get?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I still think I should leave." "Stand up for me, mami," he said, looking deeply into my eyes. I don't know what kind of spell these men had me under, but I obeyed. He stood in front of me and his scent enveloped me again. "You're driving me crazy," I whispered. "What was that, mami?" he said, putting his hand around my throat, gently. He ran it down my bare chest, cupping one breast. I should stop him. I started to pull away, but he ran a thumb across my nipple just at that moment and instead, I leaned into his hand. His other hand cupped the back of my head and then he caressed his way down to my ass. He pulled me against him, squeezing my right cheek. I felt a long, thick cock through his slacks. I rubbed myself against it and heard him groan in response. "I want to fuck you, Antoinette." He bent to kiss my neck and I swooned. I mean, I didn't pass out. But I literally swooned. My hands came up around his neck, slid into the mass of curly hair, held myself up so I didn't collapse. "Can I fuck you?" he asked, between licks. I nodded, feeling liquid pool into the purple boy shorts. "Are you sure?" he asked, still squeezing my ass, "You don't have to do this." I nodded. He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Good. Then we'll finish this shortly. Cyrus still wants to talk to you, mami. Okay?" I felt lust swelling in my chest as I nodded, dumbly for the umpteenth time. This man made me stupid. Literally stupid. He held my hand while I sat back down in the chair. He kissed my hand and disappeared from the room. I drained my glass this time. I was really going to do this. Let these four men fuck me? Yes. What did I have to lose? I was on the verge of cumming from just talking to them. I knew that I was going to be cumming for the rest of the night. Cyrus was the leader of the group of friends. He walked into the room full of confidence, power. He wasn't the tallest or the biggest, but he was the most ruthless, I could tell. He was going to squeeze every orgasm I had out of me. He was brown-skinned, had a short, fade haircut, and tattoos on every surface of skin I could see, aside from his face. On his face, he had a long thin scar. He had on a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black Nikes. "I'm a firefighter, Antoinette." I looked at him and crossed my legs. "I've been married for ten years and my wife is a bitch. I don't feel bad about fucking around on her at all. I feel bad that I got the other guys involved. But that's it." At least he's honest. "My last name is Waters. I grew up in the West End of Louisville. I've sold drugs, I've robbed people, I've fought, been locked up. But I turned my life around. Luckily, dodged any felonies, so when I finally finished college and got on at the fire department, I got my shit straight. But I never dated a white woman. I let myself fuck one every year. We picked you this year." And forthcoming—he wasn't going to beat around the bush or dodge any questions. "And so if we force you to do anything you don't want to do, I want to take the blame. You've got my first and last name. You know my profession. You know my background. I have the least to lose. So if something happens that you don't want, you can find me." I nodded, swallowing. At this point, I wanted to do anything he asked. "Now, I know Dom picked you out, but I wanted you to know that there was no further discussion. No other options. We all agreed. You. Are. Fucking. Fine." He stood and leaned over my chair. I leaned back to look at him. "There's just one more question. Devon already told us that you said yes. But I want to be sure for myself." He reached out and stroked my pussy through the boy shorts. "Do you want the four of us to fuck you? All night? However you agree to?" He slid his hand inside my shorts and I gasped. His finger circled my clit once, then dipped down into my pussy. "I'll take that as a yes. Come with me, beautiful." He licked his finger and held out his other hand for me to grab. I did so, willingly. I felt the adrenaline rush and I couldn't stop myself. The Fucking Tradition We walked back into the main room and I could see the table where I started out in a modern kitchenette. Everything was done in blacks, and grays, and whites. The floor was a matte black tile and it continued throughout the entire room. There was a black-felted pool table set up in the next area and then a large TV and sitting area. A huge leather sectional wrapped around that area of the room and it had been pushed back in all directions to leave room for a massive air mattress with a clean white sheet. I noticed a clock on the wall—2:14am. My entire abduction and subsequent interrogation had taken about two hours. And even though I'd had six drinks (including the one I'd consumed since I'd been here), I was remarkably awake and excited. "Her pussy is wet," Cyrus announced, "Good work, fellas." Everybody chuckled. "Come here, Bunny," Dom said, "I want another kiss." He was sitting at the far end of the couch and Cyrus held my hand as I wound my way through legs and the mattress to get to Dom. The other men stroked my breasts, ass, thighs—everywhere—as I passed them. When I got to Dom, he pulled me down into his lap, straddling him, and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth, holding onto his strong shoulders, rubbing his hard chest. I felt someone stand behind me and felt a hand reach into the back of my shorts. It stroked my ass cheeks, pulling the fabric up and away. As it pulled, the crotch of the fabric rubbed up into my pussy. I turned as Dom started kissing down my neck and recognized Jay as the man behind me. I could see Devon unbuttoning his shirt and Cyrus taking a shot of the Crown. I kissed Dom again for a few minutes and Jay had worked his way from my ass to my breasts. The corset had them locked in pretty securely, but he'd unsnapped the first few clasps and it was falling open. I had been grinding my clothed pussy against Dom's clothed dick and I was pretty much ready to take the clothes all the way off. When Cyrus spoke up and asked the other two men to share, I gladly stood up and let Jay and Devon finish taking everything off. "Do you like dirty talk, Bunny?" I heard Cyrus using Dom's nickname for me and I nodded shyly. It was something I loved but was usually too scared to ask for. Mark certainly had never talked dirty to me. "Come suck this dick then," he said, lying back on the mattress. I crawled over to him, keeping my ass raised up in the air for someone else to enjoy. Cyrus' dick was long and thick, even without being fully hard. I picked it up and took the head into my mouth and felt it jump as he sighed. "Damn, girl, suck that shit," he said, I went down as far as I could, choking as it hit the back of my throat. "Don't worry, you'll have it halfway down your throat by the end of the night," he said, stroking my head as I sucked. I shivered in anticipation of having the thick dick that far in me. "Look at this ass, D," I heard Devon say, then felt him rubbing my butt, "I'm going to be 7 inches deep in this before the night is over." I shivered and flushed again. "But first, I'm going to put this 7 inches in her tight pussy." "Yeah, Dev, get it ready for the big boys." They all chuckled. Big boys? I thought to myself. Seven inches sounded huge to me. Cyrus was working with at least 8. I paused in my sucking to turn and look at Dom. He was kneeling beside me on the bed. His dick had to be almost a foot long. "It's only 11, Bunny. You can handle it." I reached out and grabbed the monster and started stroking it. I turned to the other side and saw Jay on his knees on the other side. "Ten—long, strong, and ten inches long, baby," he said, snickering. I grabbed it too. And then I felt the head of Devon's dick rubbing against my clit. "You ready, Bunny?" Devon asked. I nodded with my mouth full of Cyrus' dick and felt Devon slide in. "Ungh," I grunted, "Yesssss." "Tight. Ass. Pussy." Devon said, stroking slow and deep. "Good eye, Dom." "I told you so," Dom said, reaching down to squeeze my breast. "Give me a few minutes solo, guys," Devon said, gripping my hips, "I want to get this first nut out of her." Dom and Jay backed away and Cyrus sat up and slid out from under me. Devon pulled out as well, and rolled me over on my back. His mouth went down on my pussy and I squealed. He sucked my clit and then licked slowly. I was on the verge of a crazy hard orgasm. "Put your fingers inside me," I panted. He slid two fingers inside my pussy and curled them upward, hitting my g-spot perfectly. Jay crawled across the bed and pressed his hand down on my stomach, just above my pussy mound. The sensation was too much and I screamed as my orgasm hit. I felt a gush of liquid spray out against Devon's fingers as my pussy throbbed and my hips gyrated wildly. "We've got a squirter, gentlemen," Devon said, wiping his face with one hand, while still stroking me inside softly as I came down. "Ooh-wee," Cyrus said, "I want to feel that squirt on my dick." When I realized what he said, I was mortified. "What do you mean?!" I said, reaching down to feel the wetness on my thighs and the bed beneath me. "You're a squirter, Bunny," Dom said, leaning down to kiss me. When he lifted himself back up, I sat up in horror. "I squirted? Like in the pornos? That's real?" I gasped, looking around at all four faces. They were grinning at me, shaking their heads like they couldn't believe their luck. "You've never done it before, huh?" Devon asked, "Yes, it's real." He started to put his dick back inside and Cyrus stopped him. "I want in on that for a minute," he said, taking Devon's place between my legs. I was still sitting up and he pushed me back down, pulled my legs apart while pulling me closer to his dick, then sliding it in. "Goddamn, Bunny," he swiveled his hips and started pounding faster, "I can't wait to cum in this pussy." Thinking about Cyrus cumming inside me....ooh, it made me even wetter and Cyrus could tell. "Made you wet, thinking about it, didn't it?" he teased, stroking me deeper, lifting my hips to hit a particular spot. "Yessss...." I panted, helping to lift my hips. "That's the spot, ain't it Bunny?" "Yessss...." I agreed. "You gonna cum on this dick, right? You gonna squirt on me?" I nodded, silently saying yes again. "Get her clit, Jay," Cyrus said, keeping my hips up while he drove into me. Jay reached over and started circling my clit softly. It broke me and I fell over the edge. I screamed, pressing myself against Cyrus, breaking free of his grip on my legs and wrapping them around him while I came hard. He kept swirling his dick, unable to pull it out and push it back in. "Yeah, mama, come on this dick, come on it," he crooned, leaning over me as Jay pulled his hand away. He kissed me deeply, open-mouthed, tongues battling, as my wetness leaked out around the connection of our bodies. When my breathing finally slowed a bit and I let go of the death grip my legs had around his waist, he pulled out. "As much as I'd like to cum in you now, I have to let the others have their turn, Bunny Baby," Cyrus said, kissing me soundly on my lips. "Okay," I said, legs flopped to each side, cheeks and chest flushed pink. "I want you to sit on this dick," Jay said, pulling me up, "You okay, boo?" He pulled me up and waited until I was steady before he backed down to the couch and sat down. I looked down and saw his dick bobbing against his firm stomach. I was already worn out, but I was not going to waste this opportunity. I straddled his lap and grabbed his dick. I rubbed it against my sensitive clit and gasped. "Yeah, she's okay," Dom said, "She's waiting on the grand finale." He stroked his dick confidently as he sat beside us, watching. I looked over at him and licked my lips. Then I turned back to Jay. He leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth. I moaned aloud. "Put it in," he said, turning to the other breast. I slid it against my clit a few more times and then slid it into my pussy. "Fuck," Jay said, pulling me against him, his head against my chest. I swiveled my hips and he clenched me even more tightly. I was driving him crazy and we all knew it. I felt sexy and powerful. "Ride that dick, Bunny," Dom said, stroking his own. He was watching me with eager eyes. I kept moving, back and forth, up and down, swiveling, while Jay groaned underneath me. "He's the quickest to cum, Bunny," Cyrus said, elbowing Devon, "You ready to jump up?" The guys laughed and even Jay smiled. "Sorry, it's true," Jay said, sheepishly, "But I'm good. I want to feel you cum first." I reached between us and stroked my clit while I gyrated my hips. I was still kind of on my come down from my last orgasm, so I knew I wasn't far away. I pulled my feet up so that I had more leverage and started grinding up and down. I pulled Jay's hand against my pussy and I held onto his neck while I sped up my pace. He took the hint and started circling my clit. I was slamming my pussy up and down on his dick when I felt a finger against my ass. I glanced over at Dom and he was leaning around behind me. It slid in my asshole and I started cumming again. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was screeching, still squirming and shaking my hips on Jay's dick. "Fuck! Shit!" he yelled, gripping my shoulders to shove me down as far as possible. I could feel his dick growing inside me. "Ungh, mmm, God damn," he said, pulling out and cumming against my belly. He pulled me against him again, his head on my chest. I stroked the back of his neck while we both came down from our orgasm high. Somebody handed him a towel and he wiped his nut off my stomach. I felt Dom's finger still inside my ass. He was slowly wiggling it, just tiny increments, and it was causing my orgasm to keep going. Jay lifted my leg and slid out from under me. Dom left me on my knees and finger still in ass, he stood behind me. I could feel his dick against my slick pussy and then he shoved all 11 inches inside. I arched my back and moaned, feeling fuller than I'd ever felt. He stroked and stroked, dick and finger, stretching me out as he went. I'd tried anal sex once before but it hurt so badly that I'd made Mark stop before he'd even gotten it in. I couldn't imagine anything bigger than Dom's finger in there, but if a dick could feel this good, I was going to try it again. "Move her to the bed, Dom," Cyrus said, lying back on the bed, "I want her fill that other hole too." "Yessir, that got the pussy wet," Dom said. He pulled his dick out and wrapped an arm around my middle. The finger stayed in my ass. He just spread his hand out to support some of my weight as he lifted me from the couch. "We're going to have that asshole gaping open before this night is over," Dom whispered in my ear before settling me down on top of Cyrus. I took Cyrus' dick in my mouth again and moaned around it when Dom penetrated me again with his dick. He was fucking me now, no holds barred. He removed his finger so that he could grip my hips with both hands. "Relax your throat, Bunny," Cyrus whispered. I looked up at him and our eyes locked. I bent down to take his dick in my mouth again and just as I started cumming around Dom's dick, I relaxed my throat and felt Cyrus' dick slide down. Just an inch or so actually went deep into my throat, but I was proud of myself. I was slobbering all over it as I continued to climax around Dom's dick. "Whew," Dom said, "I need a break." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and motioned Devon back over. "Yeah, Dev, try that ass while she's preoccupied with my dick in her throat," Cyrus said, "I'm gonna fill Bunny's belly with my nut if she deep throats me again. I was nervous, but so turned on and open, that when Devon's dick pressed against my asshole, I didn't immediately pull away like I thought I would. I felt something wet and slimy dripping against my asshole. Lubricant. Good idea. "Focus on me, Bunny," Cyrus said, "Focus on getting this big, black dick in your throat." I locked eyes with him again as I swirled the head of his dick with my tongue. "Press back against his dick," Cyrus said, "It'll go in easier if you're pushing against it. Like you gotta shit. Don't worry, you won't. And if you do, I doubt that dirty fucker would care." They all laughed again and I felt Devon's dick pressing harder against my asshole. I pushed back, like Cyrus told me and suddenly, the head slid in. "Yowww," I moaned, starting to pull away. "Just a minute, baby, just a minute," Devon said, holding my hips in place. He reached around and started stroking my clit again, holding his dick completely still. Kidnapping Bunny "Put this dick in your throat, girl, and stop worrying about that other dick," Cyrus urged. I went down slowly on his dick again and felt it penetrate my throat once more. Cyrus held my head for a few seconds and when I felt like I couldn't breathe, he let me up. "That's it, Bunny, I can feel your throat squeezing the shit outta my dick," Cyrus groaned, stroking my cheek. I winced as Devon slid another inch in my dick. "I'm not going to last long in this ass," Devon warned, "If you can let me stroke a few good deep times, I'm gonna cum so hard." Cyrus looked at me questioningly, making sure I was okay. I nodded and arched my back. Cyrus slid out from under me and turned so that he could kiss me. "Go ahead, Dev," he said, sliding his head under mine, sucking my lip in his mouth. When Devon slid in further, Cyrus caught my growls in his mouth. When Devon bottomed out in my ass and started rubbing my clit furiously, Cyrus caught my moans in his mouth. By the time Devon started stroking in and out of my ass, I was ready to cum again. I pulled away from Cyrus' open-mouthed kisses and screeched as I came—he moved his mouth to my neck and licked and bit while I shook. Devon rode out my squirming and a minute later, he was growling himself, as he pulled out and sprayed my ass. The towel came back and I was wiped down from behind. "Fuck me sideways," he said, plopping down on the couch, "I'm done, down, and out for the count." "You need a break, Bunny?" Dom said, rubbing my ass as it still squirmed in the air. I looked at Cyrus, still under me—he looked at me, again with the questioning eyes. I flopped down and rolled over on my back. "A drink?" I panted. "Yes, I think we all need a drink," Dom replied. He walked naked over to the kitchenette and came back with five bottles of water. We all took one and chugged. "And a bathroom break, I think," I added, wiping my mouth. Cyrus pointed to another door in the back of the room. I crawled off the bed and stumbled my way to the bathroom. I peed, found a washcloth under the sink and washed up, and then looked at my reflection in the mirror. What the fuck was I doing? I had a stupid grin on my face, cheeks were flushed, but thankfully, eye makeup was still pretty much intact. Smeared, but those eyelashes were holding up famously. I was enjoying myself. I was fucking four, fine-ass men. I was going to go home tomorrow and would have this experience and these memories forever. Why the fuck not? I left the bathroom and found Jay and Devon with their boxers on. They were sitting at the kitchen table, eating pretzels, drinking water, and playing cards. Dom was on his back on the mattress and Cyrus was sitting on the couch. "You good?" he asked, as I plopped down on the bed beside Dom. Jay headed to the bathroom. "I'm great," I responded truthfully, smiling, "Two down, two to go?" They chuckled. "Yup, I'm next, Bunny," Dom said, "Climb on whenever you're ready." I literally climbed on top of him and slid my still-wet pussy down on his dick. "Bunny, I think we better make this quick. Cyrus is looking a little jealous over there by himself." I thought Dom was joking, but when I looked at Cyrus, there was something, a glint, in his eye. I rode Dom feverishly, feeling his dick all the way up in my stomach. I came quickly, looking at Cyrus while I did it. It was an explosive orgasm, not because of the 11 inch dick inside me, but because of the intense stare of Cyrus Waters while I was doing it. I collapsed against Dom's chest and he took over from below, fucking me fast and hard. A few minutes of that and I felt Dom jerk me off his dick, just as a thick jet of semen pumped out of his dick and onto his abs. I was holding myself up over Dom and bent down to give him a quick kiss. He kissed me back and I crawled off to go sit down by Cyrus. Dom rolled off the bed to go to the bathroom himself. Devon had just come out. Jay was almost dressed and Devon started pulling his pants on as well. Breaking Tradition "They're leaving?" I asked Cyrus. "Yeah," he said, "You disappointed?" I looked at him. That was a very loaded question. I could almost see the fear of rejection in his eyes. "Of course not," I responded, stroking his thigh, "I get you all to myself until morning?" He nodded, taking my hand in his. "Is that how this usually works?" I guess it was my turn to ask a loaded question. And I could feel the fear of rejection shining in my own eyes. "Not usually," he said, linking our fingers. We sat like that for a few minutes while the other guys finished getting dressed. "Bye Bunny," Dom said, leaning across the back of the couch to kiss my forehead. I grinned. "Bye Dom." I received similar farewells from the other two. And then, Cyrus and I were alone. His dick was still hard and my pussy was still wet, so I wasn't sure what we were waiting for. "Let's go upstairs," he said, standing and pulling me up with him. We grabbed our water bottles and went up. "A shower?" he asked, leading me through the living room and down a hall. "Yes, please," I responded, following him into the glass and marble bathroom. He turned on the shower and grabbed two towels from the linen closet. He put them on the vanity and stepped into the glass enclosed shower, leaving the door open for me to join him. I stepped inside and he pulled me against him, kissing my neck and rubbing down my back. "As much as I enjoyed watching you cum on my friends' dicks, let's wash you off so I can be the only one you smell like tomorrow." I nodded shyly and while I washed my hair, he scrubbed himself down. When I'd rinsed my hair, he washed my body, my arms, chest, legs, back, pussy and ass. When we were both clean, he kissed me forcefully, pressing me against the wall of the shower. I ran my hands over his arms, shoulders, and back, pulling him against me. I could feel his dick bobbing against my belly. I had to stop him, suddenly. "So, I have to ask you something." We were both breathless, but he pulled away, leaving his arms on either side of my head, enclosing me, but giving me space. "So, if this isn't how this usually works, why are you doing it this way?" Cyrus closed his eyes, dropped his head, and then quickly lifted it again, looking me straight in the eye. "I don't know, Antoinette." He moved his hands from beside my head to my face, tilting my head to fit his. He kissed me again. It was just as passionate a kiss as the others we'd shared, but different somehow. I could feel all of his need, his pain, his joy, his fear. And I was letting mine shine through as well. I wanted him, badly, at that moment. I moaned into his mouth and reached down to grasp his erection. He groaned in response. We kissed our way out of the shower, kissed our way through drying each other off, and kissed our way to his bedroom. The bedroom he shared with his wife. I could see her things lying around, her influence on the room. He was going to take me, fuck me, love me, cum in me in the bed that was his and his wife's. I knew I should feel bad, guilty, dirty even, but I didn't. I felt naughty and...and....free. He pulled the covers back and pushed me down on the bed. I reached for him and he climbed on top of me. We kissed, biting, licking, sucking on each others' lips, cheeks, neck, shoulders. "I need to be inside you. Now," Cyrus whispered against my ear. I nodded, hungry to feel him inside me again. He slid in and I shuddered. He started pounding, in and out, kissing me deeply. We rocked together and I felt my orgasm wave over me. "Cyrus!" I moaned, my pussy gripping his dick, his perfect dick, feeling another gush of liquid soaking us both. I was still shaking when I realized what happened. "Shit, Cyrus, the sheets! The bed....I'm—" "Don't Give. A. Fuck." he sputtered, "I'm. Gonna. Cum. Fuck! Gahhh!" I wrapped my legs around his waist as he throbbed inside me. I felt his hot nut spurting inside and I clenched my pussy even tighter around him. "Fuck!" he shouted, his entire body shaking, "Antoinette." His mouth searched for mine, frantically, and I continued rocking my hips against his. He ground his pelvis against mine and the extra contact against my clit caused another orgasm to shoot through me, unexpectedly. "Mmmmmm....." We lay there, still connected, for so long, that we both fell asleep. It was almost noon before we left the bed. We certainly didn't stay asleep that entire time. He took me to a little Greek spot for lunch, just around the corner from my "abduction." And then he drove me home. When I got inside my apartment, I tracked down my cell phone, right on the bed where I left it. I had a few missed calls and texts, but not as many as I'd expected. I called Rachel back and then Tina on three-way, so I could get this conversation over with once and only once. "You lucky bitch," Tina said when her call connected. "What do you mean?" I asked, truly confused. I was sure they were both going to be frantic with worry for me. "You left with that hot, tattooed guy in the Jason mask! He told us he was taking "Bunny" home with him and then I saw him leave the club right behind you." "You did?" I asked, feeling even stupider. "Yes," Rachel answered, "I saw it too, once werewolf guy removed his tongue from my throat." I laughed. Werewolf guy. "So Tina, what about Mummy Man?" Tina burst out laughing. "Well, Mummy Man was all wrapped up on the outside, but once we made it to his place, he didn't want to wrap up the Little Mummy. So I told him to fuck off and I left." Speaking of not wrapping up the little mummy, I had to take my pill. I listened to the girls go on and on about their night, thanked them for making me come out—and it was a sincere thank you—and then got off the phone. I grabbed a bottle of tea from the fridge and sat down with my clutch to take the pill while I was still thinking about it. But when I opened the clutch, the little round compact wasn't there. Shit. I thought to myself. I checked my other purse—no luck there either. And then I remembered. During the abduction, my clutch was dropped and shit flew everywhere. Luckily, the guys had retrieved it, along with my ID, my bank card, and my lip gloss—hell, even my e-cig was in there—but no little gray compact of pills. I puffed on my e-cig and thought about my options. Hope and pray for the best? Take the Plan B? Tell Cyrus? At least I hadn't let FOUR guys cum in me unprotected. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Until I figured it out, I was going to sit on my couch, crack open that tub of ice cream, and watch some Friday the 13th. The End.