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Subject: {ASSM} Excerpt:  Arduous Night (F/Many, kidnap, rape, bondage, nc)
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This is an excerpt of work in progress ... encouragement is
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Excerpt from

Chapter Two    Night Has Just Begun ...

I waited anxiously in the darkness.  The room is very dark, and all
the windows are shut.  I could feel chills running up and down my
spine, yet my forehead is covered with sweat, and my short hair is
sticking to my face.  I tried to breathe very lightly, but it seemed
that the world could hear me.  I could feel some of my clothes, but
not all.  I could feel the very tight restraint, almost like thick
ropes, around my ankles.  It pulled my legs not only farther apart,
but farther away from my torso also.  The strain is making most of my
thighs numb, yet probably extremely sensitive to any contact.  I could
feel the weight of a thin blanket covering my body and my stomach, but
not too much below my waist.  My blouse is torn, but still on.  But I
could feel the roughness of the blanket against one of my nipples, as
I breathe heavily against my will.  The blanket is rough, almost
feeling like a patato sack cloth.

I could now see, barely, a little light leaking from underneath where
the door would be.  There is no sound but my breathing.  I tried to
move my hands, and found that they had been cuffed by something hard
and cold object, and together over my head.  I am laying on a bed,
although I don't seem to feel any sheets.  My arms are rubbing against
the raw surface of what I thought was a mattress.  The room had a
smell of dust, as if it had not been visisted upon or openned in many
a years.

Now I began to recall some of the earlier moments ... I remember
passing by the abandoned house on the lone farm by the side of the
highway.  I remember how my little car ran out of gas a few miles
down.  I remember a truck passing by and turning around.  I remember a
few people coming out to help me with my car.  Then I remembered very
little ...

I remember how the house had all of its windows shut off with boards
... is that where I am? ... I do not know.  My boots are now gone ...
or else I wouldn't be feeling the strain of the ropes.  My skirt ...
my panties? ... I could barely feel them ... yes, I can feel a part of
the wool skirt ... it seemed that it rode up on my thighs as my ankles
were streched apart ... I couldn't feel my panties at all.

What is this? ... And how did I end up here?  Are there anybody near?
... I couldn't think, and there is a dizziness in my head, from
whatever happened previously, from the restraint, from the chill, from
the nervousness ... my body starts to feel numb, and I wiggled the
only part of my body that I could move ... my head and my arms.

I hear the jiggling of metal as my wrists fought.  The sound pierced
the darkness, so loud and so sharp that I was frightened to no end.  I
stopped immediately ... and my breathing has only gotten heavier.

My mouth is dry, and getting drier by the minute.  I suppose I could
scream out, but who would come?  Do I want them to come?  Am I
captured here? ... But how did it all come to be?  I have never been
in a state where I could not remember how I got there ... I had always
been the good girl in school, and now the prim and proper woman at
work ... how did I get here.

The darkness goes on.  My body is feeling the coldness.  My forehead
continues to sweat.

Breathe ... breathe ... breathe ... and suddenly, I see the movement
of lights under the door.  And then the sound of a door shutting ...
it all seemed to distant ... yet, closer! ... I heard footsteps ... as
if it was by a few people ... and footsteps on stairs.  Stairs to
where? ... Though the sound is distant .. the stairs seemed to come
towards me ... was I on a second floor of somekind?  ... who are these
people?  Should I scream? ...

Then the lights were gone.  As if someone blew out their candles or
torches.

Then I hear voices.  One minute they seem to be far away that I could
barely distinguish the words.  Another minute, they seem to be right
outside this room.  Where am I? ... Who are these people?  I wanted to
scream, but I didn't know how.  Scream "help" doesn't seem to be
helping.

I held my breath ... and turned my head as much as I could towards the
direction where light was.  It was still dark, but I heard the door
open ... it was distinctively in the room! ... I strained my eyes in
vain to see what is coming ... I could feel the draft from the door
openning ... it touched my body ... and make me painfully aware of the
strain I am under, and the remaining pieces of clothing that I had on
my body ... my stocking, my skirt, my panties ... my torn blouse, the
rough patato sack blanket ... and my loosened bra underneath ...

"Who ... who are you?" I asked desperately, but at a very low volume. 
I knew that I should be screaming, but I was almost afraid to be
heard.

No reply came.  The door closed almost gently.  The air was still
again.  I could feel a presence near me, and moving towards me.  I
could smell the presence of a person.  A distinctively male scent ...
mixed with earth, hay, and aftershave.  I feel a hand on the mattress.
 It was a heavy hand, and the mattress tilted towards that hand.  I
strained to keep my body away from where I supposed the hand was.  The
hand lifted and landed again on the mattress ... except this time it
was closer to me.

"No! ..." I whimpered, straining my body further away.

Then, there it was ... the hand landed right on top my belly.  It
stopped my breathing ... I gasped.  The hand rested there for a
second, until I inevitably let out a breath, and it felt my stomach's
fall.  It moved strongly down my side, and grasped my right thigh.  I
tried to squirm, but the hand was firm, and it pinned my thigh to the
mattress beneath.  With a tight grip, it slide down my thigh, to my
knee, and to my ankle ... and it stopped there ... feeling the ropes
and my ankle.  My stocking is still on, but I could feel the roughness
of his fingers and palm.

"What do you want?"  I begged in a low voice, "Who are you?"

The hand suddenly moved away.  All of a sudden, I am not touched.  I
could not hear a thing.  Then, I heard the unbuckling of a belt, and
heard it rapidly slid out of the belt loops.  I could almost picture
it ... and I panicked.

In a low and feeble voice, I cried out, "... help! ..."

No sound at all.  No movement.

"... help! ..." I tried to be a little louder, but my nerve is
shattered.  Who is this person that is next to me.

"... help! ..." I tried again, this time managing to be a little
louder.  And all of a sudden, I feel that same hand strongly landed on
my chest, almost knocking the breath out of me.  It swiftly moved up
in search for my neck, and chin, and then fully covered my mouth so
tightly that I could not breath.  I turned my head, or at least tried
to, from left to right, but the hand would not let go.  The only thing
I could hear is the muffled voice coming from deep in my throat.

"... Mmmmmm ...."

I can hear the belt again.  It sounded as if it was being folded.  And
then, before I knew it, "Whoosh!"  I heard it whip through the
darkness, and I feel an instant burn and pain on my right thigh.  I
screamed through the hand, and the only sound I could make out was a
louder "... Mmmmm ...".  I feel tears running down my cheek, but the
hand was unrelenting ... its roughness hurt my face and lips, even
with the painon the thigh.

I heard his voice for the first time.  "Shut up, if you know what's
good for you."

I wanted to scream, "Who are you!" ... but only the muffled sound came
out.

I heard the belt hitting the floor.  He must have tossed it.  I was
relieved for a second, and the next second I felt his full weight
sitting down on the mattress next to me.  He adjusted his hand in his
new position, but still held my mouth.  He moved it off my nose, so I
tried to breathe, as difficult as it was at the time.

He seemed to be taking something off.  I heard something heavy hit the
floor.  It sounded like a heavy boot.  Then another.  I could
immediately smell the odor of someone's feet.  It was nauseating.  I
cringed.   He stopped.  He noticed that I cringed.  And I suppose he
knew what I cringed at.

I heard a chuckle.  A fearsome chuckle.  Then I could smell the odor
closer to me.  Oh, my God, I cried inside, as I felt him dangling a
piece of cloth across my nose.  It was one of his socks.  I felt my
stomach turning and myself fainting to the smell.  What was to come
was much worse.

"Open up."  I heard his voice.

I refused.  He pinched my nose shut, which, despite the pain, was a
temporary relief from the smell.  But his rough hand is shoveling the
sock on my mouth.  I tried to keep my mouth shut, but the strength of
his hand almost could broke my teeth.  I had to open up ... and then,
it was in ... first a little, but he forced it in all the way ... I
choked, and my tears running down my face ... but I could make no
sound.

He now stood up away from the mattress.  I heard the sound of
undressing.  I heard the zipper open.  And the pants fall.   The sound
of a sweater pulled off from his head.  Again he landed on the
mattress, but this time with his body.  I felt one of his hand
reaching over to the other side ... I feel him hovering over me, but
not yet touching me.  I concentrated so hard to block out the taste of
what is in my mouth, and trying to catch my breath with the only air
passage left.    His hand found my face ... and he roughly rubbed it
... and turning my head left and right.

He lifted the blanket and tossed it off in one swoop.  I could barely
feel the chill in the room before I feel a hand on my chest, and
within an instant, he caught hold of my exposed breast.  My body
almost bounced off the bed, as much as it could given the restraint. 
He grabbed my full breast, which was not large, but firm and uplifted.
 He squeezed it so painfully that my back arched away from the
mattress.  He made no attempt to push it back down into the bed.  He
had very little patience, fortunately, and moved to the other breast
after just a few seconds.  Now with my chest painfully sore, I feel
him fumbling to find the collar of my blouse ... and then he tore at
it.  With just two tries, he ripped it off my body.  The bra took
longer, as he pulled it roughly, and it slide between my skin and the
bed.  Now I could feel the coldness in the dark, as my chest is
exposed under this beast which I could not see.

I tried to move, but couldn't.  He sat on my thighs, and I could feel
his whole weight.  My thighs felt like they would break.  He reached
under my spread skirt ... and within an instant, I feel the rough
hands (both of them!)at the waist of my panty.  No ... no.

Before he tore it off, he reached in and used his fingers to stroke my
belly.  I could not even squirm, with his full weight on me.  My
crotch was completely dry, and my muscles are tense and strained.  His
hand felt like sandpaper on my trimmed underbelly.  I knew what was
coming ... somehow I no longer felt the panick.  I could almost see
what was coming ... but I had a feeling of facing the inevitable.  I
loathed this creature.  I have no fear, but disgust.

He pulled roughly on my panty, until it gave away.   He lifted my
skirt and with one motion, he clasped one hand onto my crotch, and
squeezed it and slide a rough finger inside me.  The sandpaper feeling
penetrated between my thighs, and I couldn't even squirm to release
the strain in my body.  I vainly tried to bounce him over with the
lifting of my hips.

He noticed that.  With another chuckle, he landed on top of me.  Oh,
God, he was heavy! ... I could feel his gut, fat and hairy, pushing my
belly into my body.  His hairy chest and thighs pressed against mine
in almost dead weight.  What I felt most saliently though, was a thick
and warm part between his thighs, now rested against the inner thigh
of mine.  He moved his body up against mine, and I could feel his
breathing on my face.  He was, obviously taller than me.  His penis
now rested on the rim of my crotch.  I could feel my dryness, against
the dripping head of his organ.

I feel his hairy arm sliding between my waist and his weight to catch
hold of himself.  Then he adjusted his penis and aimed at my vaginal
entrance.  He pushed.  It did not give way.  He could barely get in. 
I had a fairly small vaginal entrance, even when I normally have sex
with my partners.  At this particular moment, I was as dry as I could
be ... and it was not going to let him in.

He tried it again, and missed.  You bastard!  I triumphed in my
thought, and squirmed (though not really being able to) in the vain
hope to make it difficult for him.

He grabbed hold of himself again, and made a third try.  His penis
went through the outter layers, and then got stuck.  It was a sharp
pain pressed against my crotch, as he used his body weight to push it
further in.  I clamped my muscles as much as I could to stop his
penetration.  I knew it would only hurt me more, but I didn't care.  I
didn't want to make it a happy experience for him.

"Tight bitch!"  He mumbled, getting off my body and is now at my side.
 He suddenly pulled the sock from my mouth.  I gasped for air and
swallowed hard.  I could have screamed, but I did not.  Why show
weakness?  I am not going to.  Do what he want with me.  I don't care.
 It means nothing to me, except pain.  But I can take pain.  I stared
at him, imagining that I could see him, or that he could see the
disgust in my eyes.

He grasped my short hair and pulled it.  The pain was not nearly as
bad as what he did earlier.  I was more prepared.  My clenched my
teeth, not to let out a sound.  And I felt a hard slap across my face.
 Half of my face felt numb.  It was not even a pain.  It felt like it
was frozen in an instant.  My head ached.

"Open your mouth, bitch."  He put two hands on my chin and jaws.  And
he plied it open.  I felt him lowering to me, and then, splat! ... He
spat in my mouth.  You bastard.  You fucking bastard!  I spat right
back.  I hoped I hit him.  He laughed.

"Stupid bitch!"  He adjusted his position, and now he is standing over
my head, and then he knelt down, his knees on both side of my head. 
His penis and balls pressed against my hair and forehead.  I couldn't
move my head in between his thighs.

"You listen carefully, bitch.  You are going to take daddy's cock in
your mouth and you are going to suck it good.  If I feel any teeth, I
am going to rip your little titties out of your chest.  Don't try it. 
It's not worth it."

"No!"  I yelled at him, with the most volume I could gather up to that
point.

"Stupid bitch!"  He mumbled.

Then, without warning, his hand found my breasts.  He grasped the top
of my breasts and my nipples, and pulled and twisted them at the same
time, with nearly all of his strength.  I couldn't help it but to
yield a loud scream, as he continued.  It felt like he could literally
tear my breasts off.  It lasted for but a few seconds, but it felt
like an eternity.  When he let go, the pain was so deep that I could
barely feel being let go.

"Now, open your mouth."

I did.  I didn't want his hands there again.  It was simply too
painful.  He felt my mouth in the dark, and found it open.

"Good girl."  He said, "Now, no teeth, you hear me.  Or you are going
to have it."

He adjusted his position.  I could feel his fat butt on my face.  And
his penis now pressed against my lips, and then, inside my mouth.  My
mouth was dry.  I could feel his anus nearby, hovering in front of my
face.  I would smell him.  He was disgusting.

"Suck it, bitch."

I would not.

"Suck it, bitch!"  He started pumping his penis inside my mouth.  I
choked instantly, and my lips helplessly closed on his penis, trying
to stop it from going in further.

"Good bitch."  He started to pull it out against my lips.  I released,
hating every feeling that came with his member.  He pushed it back in
... and I had to clamp my mouth again.  And he repeated it. 
Periodically I couldn't stop him from choking me ... and he butt sat
lower and lower and pounded the rest of the face.  I could only catch
very short breath as he pulled out each time.  My saliva, against my
will, filled my mouth and moistened him, preparing him for what he had
intended.

After what seemed like an endless and monotonous torture, he pulled
out, and sat the right on my face.  I could feel his hairy balls
rubbing against my chin, my lips, my nose.  I tried to turn my head,
but I felt his hands squeezing my breasts, and I heard, barely, him
saying, "Lick, bitch, lick or I am going to ..."

The pain in my chest replaced his words.  I stuck out my tongue, held
my breath, and licked against his dangling balls.  I could hear him
moan, and his balls shaking with a disgusting enjoyment.  Whenenver I
would stop, he would pinch and turn my nipples even further ... and I
could be forced to continue.  He moved his body forward ... and my
tongue feel the hair under his body ... and then, the worst part ... I
pulled my tongue back, and my nipples burned with an additional twist
and pinch.  I stuck it back out ... held my breath ... my tongue felt
hair, and the tightness of skin around his disgusting anus ... I
pulled back again ...

He let go of one of my breast, and started jacking himself off
violently on top of me.  As he became more excited, his hand relaxed,
and his body bucked off my face.  He even didn't notice that I had
pulled my tongue back temporarily.  Then, with a growl, he landed on
top of me.  With his rough hands, he guided his swollen organ in
between my thighs ... with a swift and painful push, he was half way
in.  He pulled his hand out, supported his body, and then started
pumping.

I clenched my teeth, as his penis tore my inside open.  I was still
dry and tight, but with his violent motion, I had to open up, and he
went all the way in.  It was painful.  His member was not that long,
but it was fat.  It stretched me out painfully.  He pumped.  I
clenched my teeth and my muscles at the same time, hoping to make it
painful for him.  But I couldn't help it.  My biology kicked in.  My
vaginia is lubricated increasingly by my own secretion.  And he
started to slide in and out quickly.  He was very swollen, and before
very long, it pulsed.

Oh, no, it's going to be in me! ... I shuddered at the thought.  Him,
in me! ... He pulsed again, and I could feel some warm semen inside
me.  And then it came ... he growled like a beast, a dog, a pig ...
and squirts and squirts of his semen pulsed and shoot into various
places inside me.  I could feel the temperature of his ejeculation ...
and then, as soon as it came, it ended.

He pulled out, and rolled off the mattress, and growled in
satisfaction.  I could hear him fumbling to find his cloth, and dress.
 I cried silently ... not wanting him to know.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me."  He said, almost
jokingly.

"Pig."  I said, defiantly.

"What did you say?"  He was putting on his boots.

"A pig fucked me."  I said, almost in an even tone, and with a sharp
tongue, I added, "Was that you?"

There was a moment of silence.

Then a mumble, "Stupid bitch!"

He stood up from the bed.  And, I heard him picking up his belt.  And
with a loud crack, it landed across my chest.  I muffled my scream,
but the second lash landed across my shoulder and then my face.  I
cried and screamed out loud.  But I stopped as quick as I could manage
it.

"The others won't be so nice, bitch!  You better learn to shut up!" 
He put his belt back into his pants.

He picked up the blanket off the floor, and tossed it on my body.

Then, before he left ... he left one more painful reminder of his
hands on my breasts.  I spat at the invisible darkness with all my
might.  I heard it hit.  He chuckled, wiped it off his face, and then
rubbed it roughly against my nipples.

"Right back at ya, bitch."  He walked away, and then I heard the door
open.  And the door closed.

I saw the light coming through the bottom of the door again.  I heard
voices again.

"Hey, was she good?"  I heard one voice.

And then I heard the pig.  "She sucks good.  Small tits, but sucks
good.  Get her to suck you off."

I heard some sinister laugher.

And then the steps moved away.  The lights' out.  Everything returned
to darkness ... and silence.  Something wet slid out from between my
thighs ... and I had stopped crying.  What comes next? .... I don't
know.  I was burning with pain, but also fury and anger and defiance. 
If I ever have a chance ... I will tie that pig up, and cut off his
balls. ... That violent image sent a wave of chills through myself.  I
was scared again.  Now, of myself ...

(Work in Progress ... other chapters still in revision)

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