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On 6/6/10 09:44, Akira wrote:

Laura Is Abducted

It is my plan to post the bondage story extracts from my free bondage
blog to this newsgroup, and finish each post with a link to the site
where the full story exists or can be downloaded. However after I posted
this extract the book it was from got banned everywhere, and as far as I
am aware the only part that still exists is this short extract on my
free bondage blog!

Laura had just turned eighteen when they caught her. Literally just
turned eighteen. It was a few minutes past the hour of her birth on her eighteenth birthday. She was still a virgin, and that was one of the
main reasons they went for her, they liked virgins. Nice tight pussies
made for good fucking. The first few times a girl is fucked her cunt is
so tight that the sex is unbelievably good. Unbelievably good for the
man that is, not so good for the virgin. It hurts loads the first few
times. And they liked hurting girls, so that was a bonus. Not only did
they get a nice tight fuck, they also got to hurt their victim. That was always fun. Of course they would torture her too, but that would come
later. And although the pain she would suffer from the torture would be
worse that the pain of having her virginity forcefully broken, they
would enjoy her first-fuck pain even more than her torture-pain. Psychological, I suppose, the though of hurting her with sex was more
fun for them than the though of hurting her with torture. Even though
she was going to suffer both.

And speaking of "psychological", they also enjoyed the psychological
torture of tearing away a woman's virginity, forcing her into womanhood
well before she was ready. So they would get that from Laura too.

Plus they were sure that she would scream. Scream as they fucked her for
the first time. Then scream again as they fucked her for the second
time. And the third, and the fourth, and the fifth.....

And she would cry. Tears of pain at the fucking, tears of sorrow at her
lost virginity, and tears of anguish as they used her teenage body over
and over again.

Then when the fucking was over, they would torture her, and the tears
and the screams would start all over again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Laura was happy as she walked home, happy because it was her birthday,
and happy because now she was eighteen she could do things that she had
never been allowed to do before. Not that she would do these things,
Laura was a good girl, she would not smoke, she would not drink, and she would not pose naked in the center pages of Playboy. But now she was
eighteen she was allowed to do those things, and even though she would
NEVER do any of those things, it was nice to be allowed to do them.

Laura giggled as a naughty thought crept into her mind. Now that she was eighteen she was also allowed to do sex. Of course she would never do
sex, well at least not until she was happily married to a nice man. But
it felt nice, in a naughty sort of way, that she was now allowed to do
sex. Just thinking this thought made her giggle at her naughtiness, and
she felt slightly ashamed of herself for thinking that thought. But
still the thought made her giggle.

As she walked past Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium she thought about going
in and treating herself to a boiled sugar candy cane, one of her
favourites. But most people knew it was one of her favourites, so she
guessed that she would be given lots of boiled sugar candy canes by
friends and relatives, so she would wait until she got home and
unwrapped her presents. The boiled sugar candy cane would be so much
nicer if it was a gift to her, rather than one she bought herself.

Although Laura did not know it, the exact second that she passed from
being seventeen years old to being eighteen years old occurred while she
was hesitating outside Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium. Laura did not know
the exact time of her birth. It was recorded in her medical record, and
both her parents knew the time by heart, but Laura had never thought it important to know, and had never asked. No doubt her parents had told
her at some point, but since she did not consider it an important fact,
Laura immediately forgot it. The only important fact that Laura wanted
to remember was that TODAY was her BIRTHDAY

The other thing that Laura did not know was that just down the road, and round the corner, they were waiting for her.

So six minutes and thirty seven seconds after Laura had hesitated
outside Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium, six minutes and thirty seven
seconds after Laura became eighteen years old, they grabbed her.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

They used chloroform, a bit dangerous, but they were traditionalists.
For Laura the advantage was that she did not really know what was
happening. Someone put their hand over her face and held a hankie that
smelt of something chemical over her nose and mouth, and while she was
still trying to decide if it was a birthday joke, Laura lost
consciousness. Of course the disadvantage of this for Laura was that
when she woke up, she woke up into a nightmare.

Laura found herself in a dungeon, a real dungeon. A hundred foot
underground, nice and safe from any inconvenience, like rescue. She was
in a cell in the dungeon, a ten by ten cell with a solid stone floor, a
solid stone roof, and three solid stone walls. The third wall was made
of three inch thick iron bars. The four bars in the centre formed a
door, but the door was locked. Two solid but old fashioned mechanical
locks, not modern electric ones. Traditionalists - Deep dark dungeons,
stone cells, iron bars, and mechanical locks. Oh, and iron chains as
well. The iron chains held Laura helpless in her cell, so the iron bars
and mechanical locks were a bit of overkill. The chains prevented her
from getting close to the bars, let alone opening the door and escaping.

As she looked around her prison Laura was terrified. They liked that.
Terror, in a teenage captive, was good. They watched her as she shook
with fear, but she did not see them, she thought she was alone. To watch
her without her seeing them they used hidden CCTV cameras. Modern
high-tec CCTV cameras. They may be traditionalists, but they were not
beyond using new-fangled technology when it suited them. And using CCTV cameras to watch her tremble in terror was something that suited them.
And hidden microphones suited them too, hidden microphones to hear her scream.

And there they sat, in front of a big wide screen TV monitor, with top
of the range speakers, watching their new toy screaming in terror. Laura
had never been so frightened in her life. She had no idea where she was,
or how she had got there, all she knew was that she had woken up chained
to the floor of a stone cell in a dark dungeon. She shook with fear and
they watched her shake, she screamed in terror and they listen to her
scream, she cried in despair and some of them started to masturbate.
This was a great show, this was prime time, their own little eighteen
year old virgin helpless in chains, terrified, and alone..xx2299oowwslll

But watching is only fun for so long. After a while you grow fed up of watching, and want to start the doing. Doing is even more fun than
watching.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Laura thought that being chained up alone in a cell was the most
frightening thing in the world. Then they entered the dungeon and Laura realised she was wrong. Being chained up alone in a cell is not the most frightening thing in the world. The most frightening thing in the world
is being chained up in a cell and NOT being alone. Alone is good. Alone
you can only starve to death. But being "not alone" is worse. When you
are not alone they are there. And they are even more frightening. They
look at you as though they want to do things to you, and if you are
chained up and helpless in a cell they CAN do things to you. ANY THINGS
THEY LIKE.

She screamed even more when they looked at her, they liked that.

And then came the doing..........

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