Pleasure Trap 1

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Pleasure Trap 1

Dawn parked her car in the basement-parking garage and locked it, trying to forget about the day’s work. It had been a busy day at the office, filled with aggravations she did not want to bring home. As the young woman headed for the elevator with would take her to her floor, she determined to make a good Friday night of it. She and her two roommates would go into the city, hit a few clubs, and have a good time. As the elevator lifted her up, she felt the tension of the day start to drain away. When the car deposited her on her floor, she headed for her apartment door, one of 6 on that floor. Opening the door, she stopped in surprise, and a smiled.

Her two roommates, Mary and Ann were there. On the couch were seated three men. There was another man on the far chair, next to a blonde woman she had never met. All looked young, about mid-30’s like herself and her friends. She did not know any of them, but in her mind the key word flashed: ‘Party!’

"Hi, Dawn!" Mary exclaimed delightedly. "We’ve been waiting for you." Trying to keep her smile down from an anticipatory grin, she quickly looked over the four men present, even as everyone stood up. Definitely party time!

"So I see." She answered. That was not all she saw. Opening her short jacket, she deposited her purse on a table by the door and came into the room. The four men stood up, and approached her. Everyone gathered around in a small group.

"That’s Bill." Ann started the introductions. "That’s Tony, Mark and Harry." She shook hands with each of them, subconsciously looking for that special spark. Harry was the last, he extended his hand - and smacked her hard across the face! The shark crack echoed in the room, and instantly two of the men grabbed her arms and they shoved her against the wall so hard that the wall itself shook. The pair held her arms tightly, up against the wall, her hands about as high as her head. While she was still stunned, the woman was suddenly in front of her. She opened her mouth to scream and the other forced something round into her mouth, something smooth with leather straps on either side. One of the men roughly pulled her head forward, the straps were secured tightly around her head, and by the time she could get out a loud scream it was so muffled that she could barely hear it herself.

The woman backed away, and as Dawn tried to struggle, the men’s weight and full strength pinning her arms, she writhed helplessly as, terror gripping her, she felt the men’s free hands going for her blouse. "Just relax, pussy. You can’t do a thing about this, so just relax."

Each grabbed a side and buttons flew about the room as her blouse was ripped open! Without a word, each grabbed one of the cups of her bra and, with a practiced motion, tore it in half! As Dawn looked wildly for her roommates, each of the men grabbed a breast and started to fondle it. "Come on, twat," the other said, "we’re going to do this so just stand still and enjoy!"

Horrible as the violation was, the sight of her two friends standing in the background, smiling, filled her with real terror, so much so that she barely heard the man on her left remark "Good meat." He squeezed her breast as the other did, and as she struggled the other agreed.

"Good meat indeed." Both Mary and Ann smiled even more at the assessment of Dawn’s attributes. She started kicking at the men holding her, and the other two men came in, grabbed her legs and pinned them to the wall. When she felt them starting to spread her legs, Dawn fought with all her might. It was a contest of strength she quickly lost, screaming as her legs were spread wide, and trapped to the wall. Their free hands caressed her legs, covered only in black hose, feeling her up from calf to thigh.

Dawn kept screaming, the sounds barely heard, and her screams turned to shrieks when one hand reached all the way up to press against her vulva. During all this, Mary and Ann stood by with the other woman, smiling.

"Good, firm legs." One of the men restraining her ‘reported’. The top two were still squeezing her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples lightly. She felt her nipples hardening under the constant ministrations, and started to cry in helpless anguish as the fourth man said: "Nice soft crotch. Let’s see it."

The woman moved into the group, a knife in her hand, and Dawn screamed in terror as the blonde brought the knife down to her crotch!

But rather than cut her, she only grabbed the hem of her black miniskirt and cut a small slit. The men restraining her legs each grabbed a side of the skirt and ripped it up to the belt! They continued tearing until the material was shredded and yanked off her writhing body. At the same time, the other two men stopped fondling her breasts, and started pulling her white blouse and bra from her. They had to let her away from the wall as they worked, but despite her struggles Dawn was roughly stripped, and when she was again pinned to the wall only her black pantyhose remained.

Then, unbelievably, she saw the woman approach her with a tape measure! Despite her impotent struggles, the woman wrapped the tape across her chest. She wrote the measurement on a pad and then tested the size of her breast for the cup size. The fact that the woman could simply have gotten everything from the fragments of her bra laying at her feet embarrassed Dawn more than ever.

She could not fight the rest of the measuring, and then the woman backed up, made her notes and the very first words she said filled Dawn with horror. There was no emotion at all as she ordered the men to "Check out her twat."

Two hands reached up between her legs as she struggled wildly, screaming. Grabbing her crotch, the two men tore at the nylon, shredding it! The woman came in again with the knife, the two men grabbed the crotch of her panties and the woman sliced it in half.

Dawn couldn’t stop screaming as the group looked at her. The soft triangle of raven black hair and ripped clothes only accentuated her nudity, her helplessness. The top two returned to grabbing at her breasts.

As she hung open, her crotch torn apart, the man on her left reached up. "Shaved cunt." He touched her, and Dawn wanted to die! "Soft, full lips." His fingertips explored her. He reached for her clitoris, and Dawn pleaded for her friends to stop this as she felt the fingers brush her sensitive nub. She writhed helplessly, trying to deny the spark of pleasure that flashed involuntarily through her at the touch.

He kept stroking her clit lightly, and Dawn gasped, her hips jerking in an attempt to escape the maddening digit. As he kept touching her, Dawn felt the horrible sensations of pleasure invading her terror. She gasped, writhing about, helpless to escape the assault.

"Pussy moistening." One of the men reported, and Dawn wanted to find a hole and crawl into it. She couldn’t deny it! She could feel her own body getting wet from the stroking of her clit, her breasts becoming more full, more sensitive by the moment from the constant fondling, and despite her terror and shame she could not fight the four men and her own body.

But when the other man holding her leg reached up, and pushed his finger into her, inserting it all the way into her sex, she really did scream, loud and long, crying at the violation and how good it felt!

"Nice tight hole." He reported clinically. "Not a virgin, of course." He started moving his finger around inside her, wiggling it around. "Tight. Nice and soft." The touch on her clit strengthened. Dawn tried to concentrate on anything else she could rather than the finger frigging her cunt, now moving in and out as well as around, the other man rubbing her clitoris, or the two men grabbing and molding her breasts. She stared at her friends, and felt nothing but hatred as they stood by.

"Breasts firming nicely." The man on her left reported. The other agreed. "Nipples erect and hard." The man with his finger digging in and out of her started to jiggle it as he moved, like a vibrator.

"Getting nice and wet. Tight. Hot."

The woman made a note in her pad, and turned to Mary. "She passes so far. Responses are good. Looks like a sale."

Astonishment replaced horror as Dawn stared at her roommates, who smiled even more in anticipation. She was so stunned the woman’s next words to her attackers barely registered. "Ready for stage 2."

At the command the men stopped playing with her, the top ones let go of her breasts, grabbing her wrists, the finger was pulled out, and Dawn wanted to cry as she saw the glistening finger. The men held her wrists and ankles, and started to pull. Her arms outstretched, pinned to the wall, her legs spread so wide her thighs, tight from the tension, hurt. The full strength of four men pinning her spread-eagled to the wall, she was utterly helpless.

The blonde woman reached into her bag, pulling out what looked like several wires with attached clips, and one long piece of gleaming metal attached to leather straps. Dawn stared at the metal, her terror mounting. It was about 7 inches long. It was thick and shone in the light. It was molded into a cock!

"This is only a field test kit." The woman explained to Mary and Ann. "Somewhat limited, but good for testing initial responses." She knelt down before Dawn, reached up and spread her lips, and without any mercy pushed the cold metal completely into her!

Dawn stiffened, back arched as she looked up, shrieking! The metal was cold, and inserted so forcefully, shoved deep into her, it wiped out all sensations of pleasure Dawn had felt. She kept screaming, the violation of all that had been done to her brought back more intensely by this callous invasion. She writhed helplessly, screaming, unable to fight as the woman wrapped the straps about her legs and waist, firmly securing the invading rod inside her.

"Hold her still." The woman ordered. Mary and Ann came in, each grabbing one of her hips and holding tightly. In that moment, Dawn wanted nothing more than to kill them!

Immobilized, her view blocked, she could not actually see what the woman was doing next. She felt the woman’s fingers pulling at her clitoris, and as the metal buried within her started to reach a tolerable level, no longer freezing her cunt walls but now only cold, she could feel what else was being done.

The woman had her clitoris in her fingers, and as Mary and Ann followed her order to thrust Dawn’s hips forward, she looked down to see that the woman was attaching something to her! It was small, and didn’t hurt, but from the woman’s actions it had to be like the small twist screw like a pair of twist-on earrings had. It gripped her clit, not painfully but tightly. Dawn knew there was no shaking it off, and though she fought the thing was as secure on her clit as the warming metal was deep inside her!

As the woman stood up, her best friends in the whole world let go of her hips and followed the woman’s orders to take her breasts in their hands. Eagerly they grabbed her full mounds, and held them firmly while the woman grabbed her left nipple, and started to attach one of the clamps to it. Like the one between Dawn’s legs, it was a small screw attached to a small device. It did not hurt, much, but it pinched her nipple tightly, securely attached. It pulled at her nipple. The device was tiny, not heavy, but hung nonetheless on her sensitive nub.

Dawn shrieked insults and threats to her ‘friends’, telling them in grizzly detail every bit of revenge she was going to extract, but the ball gag silenced her, muffling her hatred as the woman attached another clamp to her right nipple.

The three women then backed away, looking at her. Dawn writhed helplessly, shamed and hurt by the treatment of the seven people she now regarded as strangers and enemies. She pulled at the men holding her arms, wanting to get free so she could tear them all to tiny bleeding pieces, but only succeeded in making the small things attached to her nipples start to hurt as her breasts bounced about.

The woman pulled something else from her purse. It was a small box, containing nothing of instrumentation save a button and a small dial. "Not everyone passes this test. If she does, we have a deal." Dawn was about to tell them all what they could do with any deal when the woman pushed the button.

Dawn stiffened with a gasp, unable to struggle, astonished at the sensation that flashed through her! The metal rod in her tingled, so did her clit; so did her nipples and it felt good!

No, better than good! It felt fantastic! Pleasure! Such intense pleasure she could barely move. Her breath came in ragged gasps! Fingers, tongue, everything stroked her clit. Her vaginal walls clenched about the rod that felt like a wonderful cock filling her. The thing vibrated but didn’t. It felt like a hot cock rippling in her! Her nipples stiffened even more, mouth sucking, teeth nipping, tongue licking. Her breasts felt like they were being caressed, sucked, fondled.

She stood there, spread wide, wave upon wave of pleasure coursing through her. She was being fucked, sucked, fondled and loved. She could feel hands, lips, mouths, cock. She gasped, hips moving wildly, pleasure in every cell of her body! She was being loved, made love to, and the sensations in her clit, her cunt and breasts were driving her wild!

She could feel her pussy tightening on the rod, clenching and spasming as her love tunnel became wetter, hotter. She could barely stand, now held up more than restrained. Her hips thrust wildly against an invisible lover, trying to get more of his body, his cock as her breasts tingled with pleasure, her movements becoming even more frantic as the fucking intensified.

She barely heard the words around her. "Looks like a sale." She saw the woman lead her friends over to a table, but couldn’t care as she took out a paper and spread it on the desk. Dawn could only feel the intense pleasure shooting through her. She could only gasp and groan in lustful abandon as the things made her want to come! She tried to beg the men to let her go! She wanted to fondle her own breasts, to stroke her clit, move the thing in and out of her wet, hot, grasping pussy! But they would not let go, and she writhed wildly, her vagina clutching and releasing the cock, her clit driving her wild with lust, her breasts feeling the mouths, hands and other body parts thrilling her.

"A standard contract." The woman was telling her former friends. She could barely hear it over her own groans. "Ten percent of sale price. You vow to sever all ties or become commodities yourselves. Each of you promises for both. At ten percent of auction, that usually comes to one side or another of around a hundred thousand dollars, paid in cash."

Dawn could barely think! She was on the verge of orgasm, struggling for that last little bit that would send her over the edge, but it would not come. The sensations continued, making her wild with lust, but the pleasure did not increase. She watched her two former friends sign her life away.

After signing, Ann looked up at her. "Can you make her do anything you want?"

"Of course. Right now this is just the lowest level. She’s not likely to come at this point, but we can maintain her at this level indefinitely."

"Foreplay forever, but no orgasm?" Mary asked.

"Yes." She got up, approaching Dawn. Dawn writhed, spread open, the sensations driving her crazy. She wanted to come! Needed to come! Needed to gush her love juices, to feel the intense thrill of orgasm. In the midst of the pleasure, she practically cried for it!

"Couldn’t happen to a nicer bitch!" Mary said, looking at her. Dawn, gagged and writhing wildly, could only stare in astonishment. "Always trying to get our boyfriends, acting like a twat all the time. If you only knew how long we’ve been planning just the sort of revenge that suited you."

Dawn’s pussy clenched the hard metal, her clit sent flares of pleasure through her. She gasped and writhed, hips thrusting despite herself. "We’ve thought of gang-rape, of beating you to death, ripping your cunt out, nothing was really satisfying. But this…" Mary reached out, grabbing her breast tightly, the pain making Dawn scream! "You’re going to become a pleasure slave, and we get rich!"

"How many settings on that thing?" Ann asked.

"Twenty."

"What about pain?"

"We don’t need pain."

"And this is the lowest?"

"Yes. Constant stimulation, but just below the level of orgasm."

"She can’t come?" Mary asked, letting go of her tit.

"Impossible. But the constant stimulation will ultimately drive her out of her mind."

"How long?"

"Depends. Hours? Days? We never have to stop."

"Leave her like this." Ann said.

"We can’t transport her like this." One of the men said.

"Couldn’t happen to a nicer cunt." Mary said again.

"It’ll affect the price."

Those four quiet words halted all the talk. For a time there was nothing but Dawn’s groans and gasps.

"May I?" Ann asked, reaching for the control box. The woman handed it to her and, with a malicious grin, Ann looked at Dawn. "You’re always taking things. Let’s find out just how much you can take!"

When the dial clicked, Dawn cried out, her body stiffening in shock as the sensations doubled! She was fucked harder, sucked more intensely, her clit was assaulted by such sensations she could barely stand it. Her pussy clenched around the hard shaft, and when she saw Ann turn the dial further she screamed, falling out of the grips of the men, falling on the floor!

The force surged through her, making her scream and roll around on the floor in helpless abandon. Now her hands were free, but just as she was about to reach for her pussy Ann shot the power up!

Dawn shrieked, unable now to reach for anything! She stiffened, and then writhed about on the floor, her body going wild as the orgasm hit her – hard! She cried out, coming, her sex clutching the rod, her clit on fire! Her breasts felt like they were going to explode and all she could do was lie there and scream! Her body convulsed wildly and her cream gushed from her spasming pussy as she lay trembling.

Ann turned the dial another notch and Dawn’s body went stiff as she screamed shrilly, the orgasm so intense she could no longer think! She tossed about like a bitch in heat, her body trembling violently, her pussy and clit and breasts foci of pleasure so intense she could not think, could not talk, only scream and come! She felt the come gushing out of her hot sex, soaking her, felt her full breasts exploding.

She opened her eyes, looking up at the group that stood around her, watching her come. Mary took the box, and turned the dial some more.

With a shriek that pierced the air Dawn’s body exploded as the orgasm was ripped from her. She shook like an epileptic in grand mal, unable even to roll over, lying there as the constant orgasm seared her body and mind. It went on and on, and finally she felt like she couldn’t come a drop more, couldn’t clutch the rod that tormented her pussy any tighter. It was agony now, and the contractions about the unyielding metal thrilled her, making her come even more.

She shook, screaming for mercy as her breasts exploded, her nipples on fire, her clit flaring pleasure enough to rip her mind from her. "Constant orgasm too?" Mary could barely be heard over her screams.

"Unending if we want it." The woman assured her. Mary knelt down, and Dawn could barely focus on her.

"Level 12 of 20. Impressive. But much as I’d like to torture you forever, I want my hundred thou." She held the box before Dawn’s pleading eyes. Dawn tried to beg for mercy as her vagina spasmed wetly.

"Goodbye, Bitch!" She gave the dial a hard twist, all the way!

A supernova exploded in Dawn’s clit, the titanic detonation coupling with a 10-point earthquake in her cunt as Dawn’s breasts flared up like miniature suns! Her screech tore the heavens apart as her clit exploded on and on for eternity! Her mind was torn from her and shredded to pieces until, after a millenium, the world went black.