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Disclaimer:  This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.

ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS

Chapter One - The Abduction

	The three men who would soon have a devastating
effect on the life of Sarah Greenberg met in the student apartment
of their leader, Joe Finelli.  They were a curious threesome, sharing
very little in background or interests that would explain a partnership
of any kind.  And the alliance that had brought together the three
college students was extremely dangerous.
	What brought them together was Sarah Greenberg.  What
began for all three men as a natural desire for an astonishingly beautiful
girl escalated into intense lust as each was manipulated, used and
discarded by the captivating girl.
	To put in simply, all three wanted to fuck her brains out.

	"She's a classic Jewish American Princess," said Marty
Arnold, a twenty-four year old graduate student.  "Her father's the CEO of
a large bank, and is probably worth hundreds of millions.  She's had
everything---cars, clothes, vacations at summer houses in Europe and the
Bahamas.  She is used to getting anything she wants just by batting her
eyelashes to daddy."
	"She's a fuckin' bitch," offered Mike Jackson, "and I'm gonna see
her bat those eyelashes while she sucks my black cock!"  Twenty-year old
Mike got to this prestigious up-state New York college from an unlikely start in
Brooklyn on the strength of an uncannily accurate three-point shot and a
1,300-point score on his SATs.
	Marty continued, now used to Mike's succinct and usually
coarse interruptions.  "She'll be married to some rich Jewish investment
banker shortly after college.  They'll have separate rooms, fuck once a
week, and live mostly separate lives.  She has no use for a working class
Jew like me, or a Catholic wop like Joe here.  And her father would have
a heart attack if he even suspected she was friendly with a black man."
	"She had use for you, Marty, when she needed tutoring in the
computer science course," said Joe, the third member of the group.  "And
when she needed Mike here for after-hours access to the gym.  She was real
friendly then.  And with me when she just had to have a different dorm
room, and lied about her roommate being a dyke to convince me."
	Joe was a twenty-four year old senior, having spent three years
in the Army before discovering that he was much brighter than the
college-educated officers who he had to serve under.
	The three men were silent as each recalled the episodes that
brought them in close contact with the girl.  Marty remembered how she
touched him, lightly on the arm, and looked up at him with those gorgeous
eyes, when she pleaded for him to work with her.  He also remembered
how wonderfully she smelled as they sat close together in the library and
reviewed her mixed up course notes.  And the undisguised look of disgust
when he asked her out towards the end of the term.
	The others has similar experiences.  When you had something
she wanted, she used her considerable charm to get it.  She had a way
of suggesting more, with just a look of a touch, that disappeared when
she had what she needed.
	It was a combination of things that made Sarah so desirable,
reflected Joe.  Her dark luminous eyes were so big and expressive that you
got lost in them.  High cheek bones, full sensuous lips and flawless, slightly
olive complexion.   Her body was slender in all the right places, and curvy
in all the others.  She just radiated sex appeal.
	Joe ended the silent reflections after thirty seconds had gone
by.  He reviewed the plan once again, checking off each detail as he went,
reviewing timetables and actions just like he had done in the Special Forces.
A few minor enhancements were discussed and adopted.  Before they finished,
Joe reiterated that this could very easily result in jail time for all of them.
Each
man acknowledged the risk and firmly supported going ahead.  They left Joe's
apartment separately, being sure that nobody ever saw them together.
	
	At 6:30am on Wednesday, Sarah Greenberg finished lacing
her running shoes, tied her shoulder length jet-black hair into a pony tail
and left her dorm room for her twice-a-week jog.  She was blessed with
a healthy, athletic body and worked hard to keep herself in shape.  In
addition to running, she used the gym two nights a week for exercise and
ballet practice.  She enjoyed very much seeing herself in the mirrors of
the exercise room as she stretched one of her long, perfectly-shaped
legs along the bar, or as she danced across the room.  She also knew
the effect she had on Mike, the black guy, and she purposely left the door
open so he could see her from his office.
	She jogged down the stairs and began her early-morning run.
	At 6:35, Marty Arnold used a master key to enter Sarah's now
empty room.  Sitting at her desk he started her PC and logged onto the
campus eMail system, using Sarah's password.  It was awkward typing
with surgical gloves on, but it was important not to leave any sign of his
presence.  It took him less than five minutes to send two mail messages
in Sarah's name, using her account and prose style.  One was to her
father, saying that she wasn't coming home this weekend, but rather was
going to find a hotel room and spend the weekend studying for final exams.
The other was to one of Sarah's only close friends on campus, saying that
she was taking off on a romantic "adventure".  After piling some of Sarah's
clothes, her makeup kit and her purse into a suitcase (designer of course),
he quietly let himself out and was gone.
	At 6:40, Sarah rounded a corner on her run, and wondered to
herself why a van was parked in this remote area of the campus, off the
path that was restricted to bikes, runners and skaters.  As she
continued jogging she noticed Joe running in the opposite direction, towards
her.  He smiled and slowed as the two of them converged, and Sarah could
find no excuse for just running on.  When she stopped, he drove a fist onto
her solar plexus, stunning the girl and dropping her to her knees.  She
struggled to even take a breath much less cry out, and seconds later felt
a cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose.  The odor was foul, but
she had no strength to fight it, and in a few short seconds lost
consciousness.
	The door to the van popped open and Mike jumped out to
help Joe drag the girl into the van.  The rear door was closed and latched
and Mike climbed into the drivers seat and started the van.  It had taken
less than fifteen seconds from the moment Sarah had first seen Joe to
this point.  Mike drove the van down a back road and off the campus.  Joe
stayed long enough to smooth over any trace of the van's tracks before
continuing on his run.
	Joe made sure he was seen at the coffee shop the hangout for
early morning students.  Marty slipped unnoticed back into his dorm suite,
quickly undressed and climbed back into bed, where he would be "woken"
ninety minutes later by his roommate.
	The abduction was complete.

	Several hours later, a tall, slender black-haired woman wearing
sun glasses checked into a hotel using Sarah Greenberg's credit card.
Making herself as conspicuous as possible, she later ordered take-out food,
also charged to Sarah's card, and had the delivery man come into her room
while they finished the transaction.  Strewn around the room were books,
notebooks, papers and other evidence of a long study effort.

	In a remote rural area, Mike drove the van up to an empty house.  The
hand lettered "For Sale or Rent" sign was the only indication that anyone cared
about this slovenly bungalow.  Joe and he had spent many hours finding a
suitable place, and had decided on this one after a casual conversation with a real
estate agent in the local watering hole.  The broker had derided the out-of-town owners
who
were insisting on twice the price than the local market would accept.  As a
result,
none of the brokers in town would embarrass themselves by showing it to a
prospective
buyer.
	After parking the van in the garage and shutting the door, Mike jimmied
the
simple lock on the door between the house and the garage, and entered the house
to complete preparations.  They had decided that the living room was the best
site
for their taking of Sarah.  It was by far the largest room in the house, and had
exposed
beam ceiling that would prove useful.  Mike nailed up heavy blankets over the
windows
to this and the adjoining room, to keep the light from attracting any neighbors,
and to
provide some additional soundproofing.
	It took several more trips to the van to bring in additional supplies:
blankets
and towels, the video camera and tripod, food and drink, ropes and hooks,
two plastic chairs and the box of lingerie and sex toys they had acquired.  He
went to work bolting a large hook into a beam in the ceiling and testing the
ropes
until he was sure they worked right.  Then he dragged a double bed mattress from
a bedroom to the living room.
	Finally, he was ready for the girl.  Slipping his arms under hers, he
pulled
the unconscious girl from the van and dragged her from the garage to the living
room.  He
knew it would be several hours, at the earliest, before she would be free of the
effects
of the chloroform.   Laying her on the mattress, he took his time now, relishing
this part of
the preparations.
	He began undressing her, starting with her running shoes and socks.  He
then
spent several minutes caressing her long, smooth legs, remembering how she
flaunted
her legs when she exercised and danced at the gym.  Her T-shirt was next,
followed by
her sports bra.  His spent several minutes enjoying her medium-sized breasts
with his
hands, lips and tongue.  Finally, he slipped her running shorts and panties down
her long
legs and off.  She had a neatly trimmed black bush that almost completely
obscured her
pussy.
	"That's gotta go," muttered Mike.  He left the girl and drew a bowl full
of hot
water from the kitchen and retrieved the shaving gear brought along for this
purpose:
scissors, razor, shaving gel and skin lotion.  Working very carefully, he first
trimmed
her pubic hair down to a course stub.  Then he moistened the remaining hair and
lathered it thoroughly.  Ten minutes later, she was completely bare, the thick,
pouty
lips of her quim how quite visible.
	He collected her discarded clothes and packed them away in a box, then
returned with the box of lingerie.  It was difficult, and occasionally comical,
as he
dressed the unconscious girl.  Black stockings to mid thigh attached to garters.
A
tight leather corset that stopped just under her nipples, cupping her
medium-sized
breasts and pushing them together and upwards so they looked like firm fruit.
To
her wrists and ankles he attached leather restraints with D rings.  A similar
choker
went around her narrow neck.
	At this point he rolled the girl over, and paused to enjoy the sight and
feel
of her firm, round ass.   He attached to the D rings at her wrists the rings on
the
ropes leading up to a central ring, then up to the hook in the ceiling.  He
tested the
system and made the necessary adjustments so he could pull the single rope going
up to the hook and have the two ropes that were fastened to Sarah pull as one to
lift
the girl off the ground.  After she was fully extended, her arms over her head
he
wrapped the end of the rope to a massive iron radiator.
	Mike stepped back to enjoy the sight.  Sarah was now vertical, more or
less in the middle of the room.  Her head lolled down on her chest, her black
hair
cascading down over the uplifted brown-tipped breasts.  Her legs were apart,
tapering down to her stocking-cover feet which were perhaps thirty inches
apart.  He would later fasten the D rings at her ankles to blocks nailed into
the floor, but that was unnecessary now.

	Joe and Marty left campus after their afternoon classes were over,
met each other in an underground garage, and rode out to the country in a
single car.  Marty had the suitcase he had taken from Sarah's room, minus the
sunglasses and designer jacket he had loaned to the girl who posed as Sarah.
Sandra Wilson was her name, and she was quite willing to help out against the
bitch who had told Joe, and several others, that she was gay.
	"Everything okay?" asked Marty, nervously.
	"We'll see," answered Joe.
	They arrived at the house twenty minutes later, not seeing a soul as they
turned off the rural road and down the load dirt driveway.  Marty hopped out to
open
the garage, then followed Joe's car in and closed the door.


	"My God!" uttered Marty as he walked into the living room and saw the
girl of his dreams suspended from the ceiling, her breasts and pussy visible.
	"Nice work, Mike," added Joe as he followed Marty to the middle of
the room in front of the girl.
	"I especially like this," he added, reaching his hand between the girls
legs and cupping her bare pussy.
	"Yeah, she looks like the slut we're gonna turn her into," answered Mike.
	Joe checked her pulse then lifted her head off her chest and used his
thumbs to pry open her eyelids.  He grunted approval and moved off to retrieve
something from his bag.
	"She'd probably sleep for another ten-twelve hours if we let her," he
said,
pausing and glancing at the other two guys before adding, "but we don't want to
let
her, do we?"
	A big easy smile crossed Mike's face as he shook his head.  Marty's lips
tightened into a thin line as he said, "No, let's get on with it."  He was
clearly the
most nervous about this abduction and what was to follow, but no less committed
to
the plan.
	Joe opened a medical kit and unsheathed a syringe.  He turned a medicine
bottle
upside down and stuck the needle in, drawing a dose of the amber liquid.
	"This'll help revive her, and it'll also work on the king-sized headache
she'd
otherwise have when she wakes.  Joe found a good vein and swabbed the skin
before
inserting the needle.  After the injection, he taped a cotton ball against the
tiny hole
and they waited.  Several minutes later, Joe approached Sarah and broke a
capsule under
her nose.  Her normal breathing sucked the irritating and reviving vapors into
her nose
and lungs.   She coughed and hacked, her body twisting away from the source of
the irritant.
The eyes stayed closed, however, and she soon returned to her previous dead
sleep.
	"Step behind her, Mike, and hold her head up," suggested Joe.  "If you
can keep
her stationary, one more capsule ought to do it."
	It did.  She came out of her drug induced sleep after Joe and broke
another
capsule under her nose, and kept it in position to release the vapors into her
nose.  Her
instinctive attempts to evade the irritating smell were nullified by Mike's grip
on her head.
Her eyelids fluttered open once, drew closed again when they proved too heavy to
lift,
then opened again as her body was shocked into recovery by the drugs.
	"What... where am I?"  she demanded, just before a coughing fit made it
impossible for the girl to say more.
	Joe took one step back and waited for her to finish.
	"Jesus... what am I... why am I... shit, I know you... you hit me...
you're
going to jail for this, asshole!"  She ranted for a few more seconds before Joe
slapped
her full across the face.  This shocked her into silence, and then she noticed
how
she was restrained, and dressed.  Horror and surprise crossed her features.
	"Why are you here?  Well, that make take a few minutes to explain.  But
I'll
get right to the point.  You are here, Sarah Greenberg, so that my friends and I
can
fuck you silly.  Yes, we are going to rape you.  And if you give us any trouble,
we're
going to do all sorts of nasty things to you until cooperate fully."
	Sarah's mouth dropped open as he spoke, and her eyes darted to the other
men, up to see the ropes holding her, down to see her slutty attire.  Fear, then
anger
showed in her eyes.
	"You... you... can't do this..."
	Joe slapped her again.
	Tears welled in her eyes, and she spit out, "My dad will have you.."
	Another slap silenced the girl, and she stared at Joe with a combination
of
hatred and petulance.
	"Your dad thinks you've rented a hotel room to get away from the other
students
and study for finals.  Daddy has no idea that his precious little girl is
dressed up like
a common whore, about to service three men."
	Joe glanced over at Marty and said, "What do you think, Marty, what would
Sarah's Daddy think of his daughter dressed like this?"
	"My guess is, he'd be shocked," replied Marty.
	"For a second maybe," added Mike, "then he'd want a little piece of this
cunt
hisself."
	The girl's eyes darted from one face to another, and her eyes widened in
shock
at this last comment.
	"Would he now?" mused Joe.  "Sarah, what do you think?"
	He took a half-step forward and grabbed a breast roughly in his hand.
"Would
the sight of his little girl's naked breasts turn Daddy on?"
	She gasped and tried to kick out at Joe, only then realizing that her
feet were
somehow immobilized.
	"Yes, I think these lovely breasts would turn on anybody," continued Joe
as if
there had been no interruption.  He now had a nipple between his fingers and was
rolling
it and pulling on it.  The nipple became quite erect.
	"But the clincher for daddy would be this," said Joe as his free hand
cupped her
bare pussy.
	The girl's eyes went wide as she realized that they had shaved her pussy
hair,
and her futile struggles began anew.
	"No...No... No..." she cried and twisted her body in an attempt to avoid
the contact
of Joe's hands on her breast and pussy.  After a minute she stopped struggling,
dropped her
forward and began crying.  Her shoulders shook as she cried uncontrollably.
	After a minute, Joe motioned for Marty to move behind her.  Marty did,
and gently
gathered the weeping girl's hair into a thick ponytail and used his hold on that
to pull her
head up.  Joe moved right up against the girl and used a tissue to gently wipe
away the
tears from her face.
	"Are you all right now?" asked Joe.
	Her only answer was to spit directly into Joe's face.  Joe stepped back,
wiped
off the spittle, and said to Mike, "I think she's gonna need some
encouragement."  Mike
nodded and went searching for something in their supplies.
	"Let me clarify your situation, and our plans for you," said Joe.
"Nobody knows
where you are, and nobody knows you're missing.  You will be here for the next
five nights.
We will return you to your dorm Monday morning, in plenty of time for final
exams, or to call
the police or your Daddy to have us arrested.  We think we've covered our tracks
pretty well
but it'll be your choice.  Over the next five days and nights you will have only
two choices.
You can continue to fight us, and we will punish you and rape you senseless.
Your second
choice is to cooperate.  Either way, you'll have cocks in your mouth, in your
pussy and up
your ass.  Make no mistake about it, it'll be far more pleasant for you if you
cooperate.  Do
you understand your choices?"
	The girl stared angrily at Joe, her mouth set in a firm line.  Then she
said, "You don't
understand, you little nazi shit.  My father won't care if you've covered your
tracks or not.  If
we can't win in court, or decide its too much trouble, he'll just hire some
low-lifes to take care
of you and your asshole friends.  But if you come to your senses and let me go
now, well---"
	Sarah never finished.  Mike had found a long paddle and was now
positioned behind
her to one side, with Marty on the other, still gripping her hair to hold her
head up in position.
Joe nodded to Mike and he delivered a sharp blow to her ass.
	The girl screeched and her body shook.  Another blow landed a few seconds
later.
Then another.  After ten blows the girl was sobbing hysterically, crying for
Mike to stop.
	"Oh, please, no more... I can't take it..."
	Joe motioned for Mike to stop.  He moved forward again and lowered
himself until
he was sitting on the floor, his legs straight out, between hers, and his mouth
even with her
pussy.  He scooted forward until his mouth was on her pussy and darted his
tongue out to
flick it back and forth across the pouty lips of her cunt.  She had just enough
slack in the
ropes to pull back away from his tongue, but Mike placed the paddle against her
red, sore
ass and she instantly moved back forward.  Mike's tongue entered her pussy and
began
teasing her clit, then stabbing deep into her hole.  Marty used his free hand to
gently caress
her breast and to roll her erect nipple between his fingers.  Mike kept the
paddle pressed to
her ass and used his free hand on her other breast.
	Despite her terror, the girl's body betrayed her and began responding.
Her breath
quickened as the three-way attack continued.  The pleasure coming from her pussy
was
unlike anything she had ever experienced.  She tried to fight it, but it was
building too
powerfully.  It was a wave of pleasure that flowed through her entire body,
building in
intensity toward climax.  Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly and the
tip of
her tongue darted out and wet her lips.  When she came her entire body shook and
she
cried out in unmistakable pleasure.

	Joe gave her a minute to recover.  Once again standing in front of her,
he
asked, "Do you now understand your choices?"
	Her lovely breasts still rising and falling from the most powerful orgasm
of her
life, she blushed and lowered her eyes.
	When she didn't respond, Joe nodded to Mike who swatted her ass again
with
the paddle.
	"Owww," cried the girl, then, "No, please stop... I... I understand."
	"Good.  What'll it be?"
	"I'll cooperate... but..." she didn't finish the thought, her eyes
filling with
tears again.
	She swallowed hard, lowered her eyes and continued, "I've never... um...
been
with a man before."
	"What?" said Joe, genuinely surprised.
	Mike uttered something under his breath that sounded like, "holy shit!"
	"You're a virgin?" asked Marty, some care for the girl coming into his
tone.
	"Yes," she replied.  "I never been... touched... before today."

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