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Subject: {ASSM} Kidnapped and Tortured   Chapter 1      Role-Play?
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Date: Tue,  8 Feb 2005 16:10:03 -0500
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KIDNAPPED and Tortured Chapter 1

Leather bindings held her wrist. April woke to bondage. It was not the
first time. Yesterday, before being kidnapped, she complained that she had
no life left. I am bored with my boy friends and sex. 

When April woke about three AM, she felt for the step out of her bed, but
could not move her legs. When she realized that her legs were tied and she
could not stand up, her pussy ached, and cum leaked. Someone had fucked her,
and the soreness in her tits felt good. She loved it. Stopped by the line
attached to her neck, she felt for the collar. She tried to remove it. 

She knew she would put it back on, but the collar was in one piece and
constructed of very thick leather. It held her tight but not so tight that
she would fear strangling unless she moved too much. 

Last year she had been in a scene where she struggled as the woman beat her
ass and stuffed her cunt with a huge dildo. She hated toys. I like mouths
she would tell her lovers, male and female. Her cunt ached, so it must be a
man this time. His cum leaked. I smell man, and his tight hands on my legs
held me to the hard wood bench of a bed while, in a flash of memory, April
felt that strong pull of a woman sucking at her cunt. She saw it again. The
woman had strawberry red hair. She was very young, maybe thirteen. She had
no tits, and more memories returned. A man helped April to his car. One
memory refreshed. The little girl had helped him and had called him father.
He looked nothing like her.  Where am I? 

The bed is not my bed. It stinks of mildew here. Looking up she was grateful
she was not blindfolded. There on the desk was a collection of very large
double dildoes and behind the desk a girl played video games.


This was actual not virtual. It was not a memory. The girl called herself
Jane and said she was almost 12 or maybe 13. As she joked, April looked and
wanted the girl and the father. She wanted to be the little girl. She asked 
her about her father, she didn't answer. When she questioned her further, 
the girl came across the room and slapped April across the face before 
putting on a gag. 

That act burned. It hurt. She was lost in the dull thud of the slap that was
more brutal than any other she could remember. Just as the girl slapped her
a woman, about 30, entered the room by way of a make shift stage. She had
huge tits, and a big ass, and was forty pounds over weight. She was
formidable. Her mask covered her eyes. Her upper lips bit at her lower, and
the little girl came and hugged her leg and fingered her ass then her pussy.

Quickly, the little girl removed her shorts on command, and then her top.
She wore no bra, and her tits were like cherries, and of course what pubic
hair remained on her pussy had been shaven clean. She looked ten and not the
12 that she claimed. Her mother looked at the presumed fear in April's
eyes. "Can you believe she is 8?"

Come here mother said. Beat that ugly woman your father fucked last night
while we watched. Make her swallow your pussy, and taste a child cum. Your
father will be back later to fuck us. This is more than a party. You know we
can't let her live.

In the past the little girl knew that Mommy let the women go. Why did she
scare the woman? 

It made the little girl want to pee.

At that moment April began to cry. She wondered if it were role-play or
some actual nightmare.

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