Gewgaw - closed for fuckmeat

They had chosen their next victim with extreme care, she was a sometimes waitress, shy, introverted, no boyfriend and no family to speak of. A plain Jane whose nondescript body she kept carefully kept hidden under her shapeless clothing while waiting for her life to somehow change for the better.

They swiped her from a supermarket with a blatantly see-through ploy. His wife Clarissa stopping her beside her car to ask if she had jumper cables and for a lift to the adjacent more deserted lot at the back of the shopping mall. The naïve idiot had fallen for it hook line and sinker soon finding herself stuffed in the back of their ancient station wagon. Shocked to the core she struggled pathetically against the superior strength of her unknown abductors.“What’s going on? Oh my god… let go of me I…pleeese,” she had begged of them her voice pitched increasingly higher with fear and confusion.

It was Clarisse who answered from the front seat turning to view the distressed girl caught firmly in her husbands grasp. "We got you Miss Pathetic, that what we did and you fell for it, you silly bitch!" She turned back to the road deftly maneuvering the decrepit the car away from the mall. ” We did it Bill, we’ve just got to trade off the car and were home free …and then the fun begins!” Their new toy’s eyes grew wider by the moment at her words almost rolling back in her head as the man holding her replied, his dark mean eyes in his fleshy face growing more excited by the moment. “You’re so right Clarisse this skinny cunt will work out just fine.” His meaty arms were like pair of vice grips around her back he pulled their plain Jane closer to him. She tried to wrestle herself free, panic rising in her like an acid balloon, but with his other hand he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face to his, kissing her roughly forcing his tongue between her lips leaving the stale smell of tobacco in her nostrils and throat. Finally finished finished he roughly pressed her face down into his lap mashing it against his zipper to keep her quiet. Holding her still with little effort, he laughed and said, "I think she liked that Clarisse! This skinny frog was just waiting for a prince like me to how a kiss should taste!" He laughed loudly at his own joke pinching the girl’s ass crudely between his meaty fingers.

Clarisse rolled her eyes but kept them securely on the road driving just under the speed limit to the transfer point. Clarisse enjoyed the game as much as her husband but for her the thrill was in the actual abduction; selecting the target, stalking it , the final capture and then making good their escape without getting caught. When they got their newest acquisition home, safe in their compound, her pleasure would center around the control and the torture. Clarisse was a tall big breasted woman six years her husband’s senior, she liked the sex, but that was primarily Bills’ domain, he was insatiable. She adored him and she would do anything to keep him happy and if that meant supplying him with pieces of ass to torture and abuse she would willingly do so. She choose their prey with infinite care as long as they weren’t too pretty… she glanced briefly in the front-view mirror at the skinny long legged girl with the the red hair smiling in satisfaction, “Yes this one would do very nicely!”

Still holding down his squirming, squealing charge, Bill got out the chloroform-soaked rag he had prepared for this moment. Holding her by the back of her neck, he roughly shoved the soaked rag over her nose and mouth, forcing her to breathe in the noxious fumes feeling her go limp seconds later, in consequence the abducted young woman was totally unaware when she was transferred into their shiny new Porsche after they removed its plates and abandoned the borrowed station wagon.

Once they were driving again, in the back seat Bill adjusted the unconscious girl so her head was lying on his lap, her eyes were closed and she had an almost peaceful expression on her face. "She doesn't look as fuckin ugly when she's sleeping, he laughed cruelly. Speaking directly to the unconscious girl he sneered "Well, your days of waiting for Mr. Right are over, cunt , you’ve found him, you have just been choose to be our sex slave, our personal piece of ass, you can and will thank me later rest assured."

With one strong hand he ripped open herplain cotton blouse causing the buttons to scatter haphazardly everywhere. Using his utility knife he sliced through the flimsy bra that covered her smallish breasts, exposing them to his lecherous gaze. "Ah," he groaned tracing the little puckered nipples with the point of his knife they were a dark pink against her porcelain skin, he could clearly see the pale blue veins crisscrossing across their slight swell. Her tits although small were nicely formed. Bill liked tits a lot in fact as she would very soon find out he liked to do all kinds of wonderful horrible painful things to them, things his wife wouldn’t allow done to her much larger ones. Bill smiled actually drooling slightly at the thought of what he was going to do to his new cunt, his little froggie. Frog, that would be her new name, she looked like a frog with her high sweeping brow bone, huge wide eyes, her tiny waist and long skinny legs all askew over his car seat.

Raising himself up slightly Bill unzipped his jeans with her head still cradled in his lap. Using his other hand he pulled his large thick cock out of his pants, he wasn’t wearing underwear, so it was easy for him to do. Bill sighed in relief as it sprang free like some angry beast, his trapped erection had been getting painful as he had thought in vivid detail about how they would use this piece of ass they had so cleverly stolen. Slowly and methodically he began to massage his massive cock, licking his lips as he stared down at the unconscious woman. "You did good this time, Clarisse.” He told her for the second time. “We are gonna have some serious fun with this one."

His wife glanced again in the rear-view mirror.Bill was staring down at the half naked girl, pumping himself hard, his mouth open, his tongue hanging obscenely out as he worked his fleshy meat. After a few minutes, she heard him moan and yelled, "Yes!" as he came, spurting his hot jism all over her face and breasts. Sighing happily, he simply left his sperm to dry in her hair face and clothing as they finished their long ride home.

His new toy was still out cold when they pulled into their private compound. The main house was well hidden over a quarter mile from the main road by a heavy thicket of tall trees The seasoned couple had been doing this for years and had had it built for privacy, including the 14 foot electrified fence that surrounded the ten acre property. It prevented anyone from getting in or out and kept them safe from prying eyes.

Bill carried her into the living room and dumped her on the couch beside him where she briefly awakened predicatively starting to scream blue murder. A quick and forceful back hand silenced her. His huge hand then clamping on her throat he snarled . "Shut up, frog!" Tightening his grip slightly as he watched her already wide eyes bug out he continued "Now listen, cunt. You better remain fucking quiet, otherwise I'll cut that little tongue right out of your mouth. I can't stand all that squealing and shit unless I am the one making you do it... understand me cunt?"

His captive’s eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out again... but not before she pissed herself.

Almost as strong as Bill, Clarisse quickly leaned down and lifted the thin young woman into her arms before she could stain the leather couch. ”Christ Bill be careful you quite literally scared the piss out of our guest lets have some fun with her before you give her a fuckin heat attack will you.”

Clarisse carried the once again unconscious girl effortlessly her into the small room that would become her bedroom, or more accurately, her prison. telling her husband to prepare them some supper while she settled their charge. It was getting late and they needed to be fortified for the fun to come, she rather fancied they would be pulling an all-nighter.

There was no bed in the room, but rather a large cage with thick metal bars at two-inch intervals. It had some old blankets inside of it, and would hold an adult if that person curled up or lay on their side. A large water bottle was secured to the side, with a little metal straw hanging down, like in an over-sized rabbit cage. On the walls of the room were various wicked looking hooks and manacles, placed to secure a person against the wall at varying heights and angles. Pulleys and more hooks were embedded in the ceiling, and hooks were also set here and there in the floor. Varying lengths of chains and rope were neatly coiled and hung on hooks too high to reach without a ladder. The stark cell looked like a veritable torture chamber it possessed not a single piece of ordinary furniture.

It did however boast one small window high in a corner through which a sliver of moon could be clearly seen.

The room wasn't overly large it was however efficient in its crude design. In the corner opposite the cage, newspapers were spread, as if indeed an animal would be staying here. Near the newspapers a small drain had been set into the bottom of the slanted floor, this way they could hose down their prisoners without flooding the house.

The cage door stood wide open as if in welcome invitation to its new occupant. If it could think it might wonder at how long this one would last, she seemed so small and frail in the much larger woman’s arms.

Clarisse set her charge down inside the cage and quickly secured the latch, locking it with a key she kept around her neck. Reaching up to a small video camera in the corner of the room, she removed a protective lens and posed for the camera throwing a provocative kiss towards it knowing that her husband would be in the kitchen eagerly watching her every move.

Taking a last glance at the still unconscious girl, she left the room to join her husband for a leisurely supper while they waited for her to awaken.

(OOC: This is a work in progress this opening post may change some.)