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   MRWADE35.STY                                            BY MASTER WADE



                           Karen, Kidnapped:Part One



        Most  of  the  time  I  have  no problems concerning the variety of
   people  that I'm with sexually.  Usually the people I choose to train or
   to  use  are there because they want to be very much and they are either
   unattached  or  they  are there at the behest of their husband or lover.
   Several  years  ago  however I made the mistake of allowing a young girl
   to  spend  time  with me who had a very jealous boyfriend.  Her taste in
   men  wasn't  much either, as I later found out.  The guy was a biker who
   was  heavily  into  drugs  and lots of other unsavory things as I was to
   find out in a most eventful way.
        About  a  week  after  I had spent a couple of days with this girl,
   whose  name  is Anita, I got a call from her boyfriend on the phone.  He
   made  it  clear  that  if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
   would  kill  me.   He  further threatened to get even somehow for what I
   had  done with his girl.  Well, she was quite a lovely young girl, but I
   sure  didn't need that kind of trouble.  I assured him that he'd have no
   problems  from  me  and  suggested he forget about it and concentrate on
   Anita instead.  Somehow, I didn't think he'd listen to my advice.
        You  may  remember  Karen from some of the other stories I've told.
   She's  a  delight  in  every  way,  and  one of the most eager to please
   little  sluts I've ever known.  I've cultivated our relationship through
   the years and have enjoyed every moment I've spent with her.
        A  couple of weeks after the threat from the biker, Karen called to
   say  she  wanted  to  come  visit for a couple of days.  Her husband was
   going  to  be  out of town and her young girlfriend was going to be busy
   having  exams  at  school, and Karen wanted to make sure that she didn't
   let  herself interfere with her friends grades.  She knew the temptation
   would  be  strong  to  spend lots of time with her while her husband was
   gone.   As  always  I  was thrilled to hear from her, and so was Monica,
   and we looked forward to her visit.
        I  picked  Karen  up  at  the  airport  on Friday afternoon, around
   5:00.   Monica  stayed  home  to  prepare supper for us, and asked me to
   stop  by  the  store  on  the way home to pick up some odds and ends for
   her.   (The  store  was out of odds and the ends had gone up nearly 100%
   since  I last shopped....sorry, couldn't resist)  I made sure that Karen
   went  in  the  store with me.  I love to show her off when I'm with her,
   and  besides  its  fun  checking out the cucumbers and things when she's
   along.
        We  had  driven  perhaps a mile after stopping by the grocery store
   when  suddenly  I  felt  the  cold  steel  of a gun barrel being pressed
   against  my  neck.   Donnie,  the biker, was in the back seat of the car
   and  was  very  serious about what he would do if I didn't do exactly as
   he  asked.   I  have  this  iron  clad rule.  Whenever someone has a gun
   pointed  at  me  I  do everything I can to make them happy.  This was no
   exception.
        He  told  me  where to turn and we drove for over an hour.  He took
   us  way  out  in  the  country  and when he was sure no one would see us
   exchange  seats  he put me in the backseat with Karen and blindfolded us
   both  and  tied  us.   He  then  drove for what seemed like another hour
   before stopping the car and pulling us out.
        When  he  removed the blindfolds all I could tell  was that we were
   in  a garage of some kind.  It seemed to be a converted barn, but it was
   obviously  used for repair work to automobiles and motorcycles, as there
   were  several  sitting  around  in  the  process of being worked on.  He
   shoved  us  down  on  an  old school bus bench in the corner, leaving us
   tied  and  further secured our bonds by running a long chain through our
   arms and padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat.
        Karen  and  I  were  both  terrified, neither of us knowing exactly
   what  to  expect.  I explained to her who the man was and could only try
   to  reassure  her  that  no  harm would come to her.  For all I knew the
   idiot  would  kill  us both.  When he returned he was not alone, but was
   accompanied  by  what  appeared  to  be  the  members  of  some  kind of
   motorcycle gang.
        He  seemed  to  be quite proud of his conquest and explained to the
   others  that  he  was  going  to  make me wish I had never fucked Anita.
   Anita  blushed  deeply  when  he said that, and I could tell that he had
   been  using  a  much different kind of domination with her than what she
   had recieved from me.
        Except  for  their  clothes, which were typical biker's clothes the
   people  in  the  club  seemed  like  pretty  normal and attractive young
   people.   There  were  several  couples,  and  the women were in general
   quite  good  looking.  They certainly filled out the tight jeans nicely,
   and  a  couple  of  them  were  especially  well stacked.  I knew it was
   doubtful  that  I'd  be  getting  any of the pussy that was there, but I
   sure  would  have  enjoyed  it.   My only hope at that moment was that I
   would live to tell about it all.
        "What's the slut's name, asshole!", Donnie snarled at me.
        "Her  name  is  Karen",  I said.  "Look, leave her out of all this,
   she  hasn't  done  anything  to  you,  I'm the one you're upset with", I
   pleaded.
        "Hell  man,  I'm  not  gay you know.  I'm not sure yet what I'll do
   with  you,  but  one thing for sure, I'm going to have a crack or two at
   your  little  slut  here  before  I  turn  her loose."  He began untying
   Karen's  bonds  and  pulled her to the center of the garage, holding her
   in front of his friends.
        "This  is  slut cunt.  And what do we do with slut cunt, gang?", he
   asked, loudly.
        "Fuck it!", shouted one of the men.
        "Shove pussy juice in it's mouth", leered one of the women.
        "Any  damn  thing  we  want to", said one particulary large man who
   looked strong enough to live up to his words.
        Donnie  began to strip Karen of her clothes, but stopped when given
   a  better  idea  by  one  of  the  women.  "Make her strip for us!", she
   shouted.   "Hell,  yea...take 'em off, little whore.  Show us your naked
   slut  body",  countered  Donnie,  who moved away from Karen, leaving her
   standing  there  in the center of the floor, trembling from a mixture of
   excitement and fear.
        Karen  did  as  they  requested,  slowly  removing all her clothing
   until  she  was  standing there stark naked in front of the whole group.
   Her  training  was  such  a part of her that she made no effort to cover
   her  breasts  or  her  pussy,  but simply stood before them and listened
   with embarrassment as they talked about her naked body.
        One  of  the  men pushed his wife or girlfriend out in front of him
   and  pulled  open  her blouse, showing Karen her tits.  "These are tits,
   bitch...those  little  nubs  of yours ain't even big enough to see!", he
   taunted  bringing a hearty laugh from the others.  He pushed his girl up
   to  Karen  and  took Karen's hands and placed them on the girl's breasts
   as  he  continued  to  taunt  her.  "Feel these tits, slut.  See how her
   nipples  get so hard and long?  She loves pussy just as much as the guys
   in  this  group  do,  and  so do the rest of the women.  You like pussy?
   You'd  better...cause  you're  going  to be staring at a lot of it while
   you're here!!"
        In  other circumstances I would have found their taunting exciting,
   and  I  knew that Karen would have as well.  I wasn't sure how she would
   respond  to what they were putting her through, but she found the girl's
   big  breasts interesting at least, because it wasn't long before she was
   caressing  them  of her own free will.  I doubted that anyone, including
   Donnie  knew  just  how bi Karen really was, but I had an idea they were
   going to find out.
        "Enough  of  this  shit, I want to fuck the bitch!", hissed Donnie,
   pulling  Karen away from the now excited semi-clad woman and pushing her
   over  to  an old sedan which was parked in the garage.  He shoved her up
   against  it  and  bent her over the hood so that her ass was exposed and
   pushed  out  toward him.  Reaching down to a drain pan nearby he covered
   his  hand with old automobile oil and spread it over her ass, being sure
   to  get  plenty  on her asshole.  Then roughly and with no compassion at
   all  he  took  his huge cock from his pants and shoved it up her ass and
   began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of the old car.
        In  a  very short time he had shot his load up her tight little ass
   and  another  man  had  taken  his place, smearing more oil on her naked
   body  before shooting his load of fuck into her.  I watched as they took
   turns  with  her,  fucking  her up the ass or in her cunt, wherever they
   chose,  over  and  over  again.   She  never  gave  them any resistance,
   realizing,  I'm  sure that it was fruitless to do so.  But by the time a
   couple  of  the  men  had  shot their loads into her she began to become
   excited  herself  and  was  actually  grinding her ass back on the thick
   dicks that pushed themselves into her holes.
        The  women  watched  it  all, cheering their men on as they pounded
   their  fuckers  into  the submissive and now oil-covered slut.  When the
   men  had  spent  themselves,  the women took over and pushing Karen into
   the  back  seat  of the old car took turns with her, rubbing their naked
   bodies  over her oily skin and pressing their hot pussies into her mouth
   until  they  came  loudly  and moved away for the next woman to have her
   turn.
        "She  loves  it!   You  can't fool me...I know a bi-slut when I see
   one!", exclaimed one of the women.
        "Damn  right  she  does!   She  had her tongue so deep up my snatch
   that  I  thought it was going to come out my throat!", leered another of
   them.
        When  they  were  done, most of the group drifted away to somewhere
   else,  leaving  just  Donnie  and  Anita  in the garage with us.  Donnie
   pulled  Karen  out  of the backseat and tied her arms to the door of the
   car,  instructing  Anita  to wipe the oil off of her body before walking
   away  to  another  part  of  the  garage.  Anita had taken her turn with
   Karen  too,  and  there was no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it.
   She  was  gentle in washing the oil from Karen's naked body, and I could
   tell  that  Karen  was  even  now  responding to the touch of the pretty
   young girls hands on her body.
        When  Donnie  came  back  to  our part of the garage he found Anita
   kissing  Karen  deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight.  "You like
   the  little  whore,  do  you  Anita?   Good, we'll keep her around for a
   while,  cause  I  like  watching  you  use her.  Here...give her some of
   this", she sneered, handing Anita a half full vodka bottle.
        Anita  held  the  bottle  to  Karen's lips and when Karen balked at
   drinking  from  it,  Donnie  held  her head and Anita poured it into her
   mouth.   She  gagged  on the first mouthful, but soon they established a
   rythym,  feeding her just enough at a time to keep her from gagging.  At
   first  I  thought  they  were  going to pour the rest of the bottle into
   her,  but  they  stopped  short  by a couple of mouthfuls, sharing those
   between  themselves.   Still,  I  knew that they had given her enough to
   make her very drunk, if not sick.  I hoped she could hold it.
        It  took  a  while for the effects of the vodka to set in, and when
   it  did  I had to chuckle at Karen, myself.  She seemed to lose any fear
   of  her  situation  and  began  giggling  and talking about how much she
   loved  to  fuck.  Donnie and Anita loved the effect the strong drink was
   having  on  her,  and  he sent Anita to get the others to see the little
   slut  in her drunk condition.  She was babbling away when Karen returned
   with several of the others.
        "Shit...I   like...I   like   to   fuck!   My  holes  don't  hardly
   know...shit...my  holes  don't  like..my  holes  don't like to be fuckin
   empty!   No  sir!   Not  me.   Fuck!",  she  stammered  drunkenly.   Her
   observers  smiled broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and
   a  very attractive and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about
   17  walked  up to Karen and began to finger her pussy as she stood there
   naked, tied to the car door.
        "Yea!!!,  baby!!!...Do  it!   Fuck!   Shove your whole damn hand in
   me,  I  don't  care!   Hell...see  if  you  can  find  a  cock in there!
   Somebody lost theirs!  Shit!  Fuck!"
        I'd  never  seen  Karen  like  this,  and  in  addition to it being
   amusing,  it  was  also  pretty  exciting.  She would talk lewdly when I
   told  her  too,  of  course,  but  in  her  drunken  state she was being
   especially  nasty.   Her  filthy  drunken  words  had  its effect on the
   others  too,  and  pretty  soon  there  was  another  woman,  older, but
   obviously  equally  bi  playing with Karen's tits and kissing her deeply
   on  the  mouth,  temporarily  shutting  off the flow of dirty words that
   poured endlessly from her mouth.
        A  couple  of  others  were  now kneeling in front of Karen and the
   other  girls,  looking  to  see  just  how many fingers the young little
   blonde  girl was plunging into Karen's hot hole.  They encouraged her to
   keep  adding  fingers,  and in between kisses from the big breasted girl
   who  couldn't seem to keep her tongue out of Karen's hungry mouth, Karen
   encouraged  her  as  well, daring her to fill her fuck hole up with more
   and more of her hand.
        I  couldn't  see  well  enough  from my position on the bus seat to
   tell  how  close  she  was coming to putting it all in, but when she did
   get her whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.
        "It's  in!",  shouted  one  of  the men.  "She got the whole fuckin
   thing  in  there!   Look  at her wrist sticking out of the slut's bottom
   like a stalion's dick!"
        Karen  was  lost  in a sea of drunken passion, hunching downward as
   hard  as  possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and
   moaning  hotly  at the sensations in her cunt.  The young girl continued
   to  plunge  her  fist in and out of Karen's dripping fuck hole, twisting
   and  turning  her  arm  from time to time as if testing to see just what
   she  could  do  with  Karen's pussy.  One of the men who was kneeling in
   front  watching  took  the  girls  arm in his hand and began to help her
   fuck  Karen by pushing her arm upward and pulling it back, just as if it
   were a big dildo he was using.
        By  now  there  was  quite a crowd, and several of the men were now
   sitting  around  in the floor with their cocks out stroking them as they
   watched  Karen  being  fisted.   They didn't go un-noticed by Karen, and
   she  blurted  out  her  appreciation.   "Look  at  all  the cocks!", she
   moaned,  drunkenly.  "Damn, I love good fuck meat!  Whip 'em boys!  Make
   your fuck fly!"
        Donnie  untied  the  bonds that were holding Karen to the car door,
   and  pushing  the others away from the babbling Karen, pushed her to her
   knees in the floor.
        "You  want  some  fuck meat, little slut?  Crawl over there and get
   you some.  The boy's will be glad to feed you!"
        The  little  teenager  who had been fisting Karen was watching with
   passion  still  in  her  eyes and idly licking Karen's copious fuck from
   her  hand  and  wrist, making sure she got it all by licking between her
   fingers  as  well  as up and down her arm.  With her free hand she began
   stripping off her clothes and pretty soon Anita was helping her.
        In  the  meantime,  Karen  had  begun to crawl across the rough and
   dirty  concrete  floor  toward  the  men who were now urging her on with
   taunting  comments.   "Come  and  get  it  little  slut!"   "Here little
   pussy...here  little  pussy."   "Hurry  up  bitch,  I  need  your fuckin
   mouth!"
        Even  in  her  drunken  state,  Karen knew how to find her way to a
   good  thick  cock,  and  she  was  soon gobbling on one of the men's big
   dicks  as  if she had been starving for fuck all day long.  In almost no
   time  he  was  shooting his load into her mouth and was pushing her head
   over to the man next to him who then shoved his meat into her mouth.
        I  knew  it  was  bound  to happen, and when she had sucked off the
   fourth  man in their little circle she passed out, falling onto her back
   in  the floor.  There were still men who had not shot their cum into her
   mouth,  however,  and  they  simply knelt over her still body and pushed
   them into her mouth until they had emptied their balls.
        She  was  out  for  probably fifteen minutes or more, and while she
   was  out  they  entertained  themselves by pissing on her body, both the
   men  and  the  women.  Several of the men stood over her at one time and
   poured  their  yellow  streams  of  piss all over her nakedness at once.
   The  women  squatted  over  her  one  at a time and poured most of their
   waste  into  her  face  and  hair.  When they were done, Donnie tied her
   left  ankle  to  a  nearby  post and  left her there, lying in a pool of
   piss in the floor.
        When  she  came to, Karen tried her best to crawl out of the stench
   in  which  she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more
   than  a  few  feet in any direction because of the short length of rope.
   I  felt  for  her, and wanted more than anything to be able to clean her
   up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could do.
        Exhausted  by  her lurid treatment, Karen soon fell asleep there in
   the  floor,  and  before long, I too found myself drifting off.  I awoke
   several  times  during the night to find a man or woman had sneaked back
   out  into  the garage to have another crack at Karen, and sometime close
   to  dawn  I  was  aware of Anita bending over Karen and washing her body
   gently.  At least one of them had some decency.