A Descent into Captivity

I was walking through the Walmart parking lot, my mother’s prescription in hand. It was so busy when I got here, I had to park way in the back, practically in the office depot parking lot. I remembered being frustrated on the walked into the store that I had to cross the gigantic black top in 110 degree weather. I was wearing a button up dress that went down to my knees, but even that felt like too much in this heat. They had taken so long to get the prescription ready that by the time I was leaving, the parking lot was half empty, but it seemed to make the heat all the more intense.
Nervously, I walked to my car, keys in hand. I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around, no one was there. As I got to my car, I saw a man leaning against the driver side door. He was somewhat tall with dark hair. He had a suit on, and nice shoes. I turned around to go back inside the store, but he caught up to me. There was a rag over my face, and I passed out.
When I woke up, I was in the passenger seat of a van, the type that you can practically stand up in. The seat was reclined, so I was completely laying down, and I couldn’t see outside the windows. I tried to move my hands, but they were tied behind the seat. The bottom of the seat felt like it was completely duct taped, and I felt like I was sliding off of it. I tried to readjust myself to get to better a position, but soon realized that the seat had been cut in half, and only my butt could fit on the seat. I started to scream, but I was wearing a gag, and it came out muffled. The man that was leaning up against my car was in the driver seat.
My movements attracted his attention. Taking one hand off the wheel, he put a knife at my throat.
“You’re a pretty little slut aren’t you?”
I tried to scream at him, and tell him to let me go, but he cut me off before I even got started. He pressed his knife into the hollow of my neck just enough to draw blood.
“None of that now, or I will really cut you up. You understand little slut?”
Frightened I nodded my head.
He slowed down, and pulled into some place with gravel, I could hear it crunching beneath the tires. I could hear shouts, a few people cheering, and music.
“Spread your legs!”
I stared at the man frozen with fear. He took his knife and pressed it next to my breasts.
“I said spread your legs bitch.”
I hastily opened my legs.
“Wider!”
He pushed my legs open as far as they could go, pressing my right leg against the door, and the left one next to the gear shift. My dress was riding up my legs, and for once, I wished I had decided to wear pants.
“I am going to leave for a minute, and when I get back, those legs better be right where I left them. No funny business either. If you cause any problems, I will kill you! Got it?”
I nodded my head. I felt tears running down my face. He rolled up all the windows, and locked the doors before he left. I tried to jimmy my hands, but there was no hope of getting them free. With the windows rolled up the car was getting unbearably hot, even though night had fallen. I could feel sweat rolling down my back, and down my legs. Just when I thought it couldn’t get hotter, the doors to the van opened.
My assailant on the driver side, and some drunk on the passenger. They both climbed in and shut the doors quickly, the drunk kneeling in front of me. I could smell the beer on him, and it was making me nauseous. He had a greedy look on his face.
“Here’s the deal,” my captor said to the man, “you finger fuck her until she comes, and you get your money.”
The drunk looked at me and lurched forward. He pushed up the skirt of my dress, and yanked down my panties. I tried to close my legs. I didn’t want this man touching me. The driver smacked me across the face so hard I saw stars.
“Open up your legs you little whore!”
I complied sobbing into my gag.
The drunk ran his hands along my thighs, and pushed one of his fingers into my pussy. I wasn’t aware that my body had been aroused, but his finger slid easily into my pussy.
“This bitch is already wet. She is just waiting for a man to fuck her.”
I turned my head away from the drunk in embarrassment and saw the driver stroking his member to the sight of me getting finger fucked.
The drunk quickly went from one, to two, to four fingers in my pussy. I had never had that much in there at once, and I found my body responding to it. The man started fucking me with his fingers faster and harder. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Involuntarily, I moaned. I knew a climax was near.
“The whore really is enjoying this, isn’t she? I bet you just love my fingers in your filthy whore cunt.” the drunk slurred.
When I climaxed he wiped my juices on my legs with feigned disgust, took his money, and left.
The driver of the van leaned over, and pulled my panties back up, rubbing the crotch into my juices. He started the van, and started driving. Every once in a while he would rub my crotch, or squeeze my breasts, but for the most part, he concentrated on driving, while I cried.
We pulled into what I guessed was a parking lot, though most of the lamps were out. Again he left, warning me to keep my legs apart. I was starting to cramp from having my body in this position for so long.
Just like before, he came back with another man. This time, he seemed to be sober, and he had a black shopping bag in his hand.
“Fuck her however you want, but make sure you come on her not in her. Otherwise you don’t get paid.”
The second man just nodded. I was whimpering, but I don’t think they heard me. The man unbuttoned my dress and pulled down my panties unceremoniously. He pulled some objects out of his bag. The first was nipple clamps. I guess we were in a sex store parking lot. He pinched my nipples until they were standing erect, and then put the clamps on them. I tried to wriggle away from him, but my position didn’t allow for much movement. I then felt something at the entrance of my anus. I started to scream, but the man slapped me across the chest causing my nipples even more pain. He pushed the object into my virgin asshole. I was breathing very heavy, whimpering, and my head was spinning from all of the pain. I heard the telltale sound of a camera taking pictures from the driver seat. I turned to see him taking pictures with one hand and furiously stroking himself with the other.
In my distraction, I hadn’t noticed the man positioning himself to fuck me. He didn’t ease into it, he just started going full force
“God, she is so wet, and I haven’t even started yet. She really is a greedy whore, isn’t she?”
I didn’t want to enjoy this. I shouldn’t enjoy this, but my body was responding in ways that I didn’t think was possible. Before I knew it, I was moaning and meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You would think she wants a stranger fucking her.” the man said slamming into me even harder.
Both of our bodies were getting sweaty in the heat. Between the sweat and my fluids, the seat was getting slick causing me to slide back and forth, further aiding the man in fucking me. I felt myself climaxing, and hated myself for it. The man quickened his pace, slamming into me as hard as he could. My stomach was cramping from the abuse. Without warning he withdrew and came on my stomach. The hot sticky fluid gathered in my belly button. I wanted to wipe it off, but couldn’t. I turned my head to the van wall ashamed of what was happening to me. The man spat on my face, then took off the nipple clamps. The sudden rush of blood was more painful than when he put them on. I groaned from the pain.
“Filthy little slut, they all like it in

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