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Subject: {ASSM} "Six days, Seven Nights" {Don Winslow} (part 2) (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)
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Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)

By Don Winslow

Part  2: Preparations


Of course the place they would take her, Candace's "vacation hideaway" 
had to be given careful consideration.  Somewhere isolated, like a 
remote cabin, Lewis thought.  It was Crowley who came up with perfect 
answer.  It seems a cousin of his had this place in the hills, a cabin 
way out in the boondocks.  This time of year no one was around.  His 
cousin had left the keys with him to look in on the place while he was 
traveling.  It was a perfect setup! The conspirators spent a weekend 
there, getting the deserted place ready to house their very special 
guest.  Jack even brought along his collection of sex toys, and Lewis 
made a few special purchases at the local sex shop, then stopped at a 
hardware store, so they felt they were well equipped.  Everyone knew 
that what they were doing was dangerous, but by now -- there was no 
turning back.

*****

Lewis met their guest at he prearranged spot in the airport parking lot 
where she was to leave her car when she left for her "Acapulco" 
vacation..  He drove up in a rented van, silver with tinted windows; 
she didn't seem to think that was unusual.  She had let her hair down 
and pulled back in perky pony tail that gave her a particularly 
youthful air that had never seen before.  She looked good enough to 
eat; neat and trim in a pair of form fitted jeans, which she wore a 
western style shirt, with fancy trim and bright sequins down the front; 
a casual, though expensive, outfit -- one fit for traveling, he 
decided.  But though he was once again taken with her beauty, any 
positive feelings he might be having was promptly destroyed by her 
attitude as the bitch climbed in the front seat, cool and prickly as 
ever, obviously still seething with resentment, although apparently 
resigned to getting the distasteful task over with.  

Before she even had the door closed, he jammed down on the pedal, and 
roared off at a rapid clip.  As they careened down  a winding ramp and 
onto the highway, she opened her mouth to protest but just then the 
back of her seat collapsed and the girl found herself flat on her back 
with two guys in camouflage outfits crouching over her from behind.  
Her screams were drowned out by the radio.  She recognized her 
attackers of course, it flitted through her mind that they these mild 
mannered office workers looked silly dressed up like Rambo, but she had 
no time to consider the irony, for she was being dragged kicking and 
screaming, into the back of the van.  

She was twisting and failing away at her attackers, but Jack was soon 
on her, using his superior weight to pin her down her wiggling body as 
the other two grabbed her by the wrists and ankles to further 
immobilize her.  He eased up and looked down into her blazing, angry 
eyes.  Then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time.  He 
slapped her, hard, right across the face.

"Shuddup cunt.  Just shut the fuck up!"

 The single slap had the desired effect. The squirming girl became 
instantly still.  Jack paused, then eased up, and still straddling her 
on his knees, he shifted back to settle back sitting on her belly off.  
He thought he could get to enjoy this.  And when he saw the look of 
fear that had come into her eyes, he was even more elated.

"Get off me, you bastard!" The voice was low, controlled and dripping 
with venom.

"Now see, that ain't nice.  If you're gonna play with us your gonna 
have to learn some manners, now aren't you? And first of all, you're 
gonna have to learn to control that filthy mouth of yours.  He nodded 
to Eddy who was kneeling behind her and who now dangled a ballgag over 
the terrified woman's wide blue eyes, letting her get a good look.

"Now, open wide, and say 'ahhh'."

She clenched her jaws tight and shook her head in vehement refusal, her 
hard eyes blazing with defiance.  Jack simply reached down an pinched 
her nose, held her nostrils shut till she started to squirm helplessly 
and a look of alarm rose up in her eyes.  It took only a few seconds 
till she gasped in an explosion of air and Eddy, poised for just the 
right moment, jammed the hard rubber ball into her gaping mouth.  In 
few seconds the straps were secured around her head, and Ms. Candace 
Ashbee's pretty features were distorted by a red rubber ball tightly 
wedged between her opened teeth.

"Uuuumph," was all she could manage, a braying protest, that came out 
repeatedly in an increasingly desperate pitch, and went largely 
ignored.

Working like a well practiced team, the men who held her quickly 
shifted positions.  Jack slid back to immobilize her bluejeaned legs, 
while Ben gave up her ankles and scuttled around to assist Eddy who 
knelt behind her, and was by now raising up her arms over her head, and 
pinning them to the floor.  Their captive now realized she was being 
handcuffed, and suddenly panic-stricken, let out a muffled screech.  An 
elastic cord was strung from her handcuffs to an anchoring point in the 
floor high over her head.  

Of course the sudden attack, the cuffs and the gag, were a calculated 
risk, but they had talked about this -- how she would be taken.  They 
didn't know how she would react, or cooperative should be, once the 
initial shock wore off.  Besides, it was Jack's idea that treating her 
a little rough at first, would soften her up; improve her attitude for 
what was to come.  So it was agreed, the initial capture would have all 
the trappings of an abduction.  It was the way to teach the bitch that 
they meant business.

By now Lewis had pulled the van off the road and scrambled back to join 
the others in preparing their guest for her "vacation."  He was eager 
to get a good look at their prize...and to take part in the unveiling.

Now, for the first time he saw their distraught captive, disheveled and 
panting, pinned down to the carpeted floor of the van.

Restrained as she was by her manacled wrists held over her head, she 
reminded Lewis of a beast, a magnificent animal brought to bay.  Her 
eyes were big and bright, her mounded chest heaving, her brow sheened 
with sweat.  He could almost smell the woman's fear.  She still 
struggled, but more weakly now, squirming her shoulders, tossing her 
head from side to side, mewing into her gag.  Eddy knelt behind her 
next to her stretched arms He was stroking her brow, trying to soothe 
her, fingering her bangs, and telling her in s oft whisper that no one 
was going to hurt her, that all would be ok.   Lewis looked down and 
apprised the situation.

"Get off her, Jack."  The big guy reluctantly dismounted.
 
The captive looked down from between her upraised arms to watch Lewis 
who crouched at her feet.  She glared at him over her gag. He met her 
spiteful gaze evenly and keeping his eyes on hers, he gave her a smile 
as he began to undo the shoelaces of her sneakers.  He pulled the 
running shoes off her feet; her white cotton socks followed.  Suddenly 
it came to her: she was about to be stripped by these grinning louts! 

She let out a muffled shriek of outrage, and her bare feet kicked out 
wildly. But Lewis backed up out of range, and let her flop around 
helplessly till she tired of it.

"Hold her."

Shaw went for her again-flailing legs, held them pressed together on 
the floor, while Lewis reached for the girl's wiggling hips. The 
muffled braying rose in pitch and intensity as his hands found the belt 
and began undoing it.  He ignored her cries, and worked methodically 
till the front of her jeans were open, and the denim was being worked 
down her writhing hips.  The men closed in on her.  No one wanted to 
miss this: 
the chance to see their snooty boss lady being de-pantsed before their 
very eyes!  The crumpled jeans came down, bringing to the light of day 
a pair of underpants that were silvery white.  The low slung hip-
huggers she had on were made of some kind of slick and shiny satin with 
a reinforced crotch that, drawn taut over a gently mounded pubes, 
bulged just slightly. Her naked thighs were sleek and pale, like hard 
white marble.

Shaw moved his clamping hands down her legs, keeping ahead of Lewis who 
dragged the loose jeans all the way down her slack legs and pulled them 
off over her bare feet.

Now, at a nod from Lewis, they all sprang into action. Each man knew 
what to do.  They had practiced this well. Working quickly now, one man 
held the gagged prisoner down while two others lifted her bare legs to 
slip leather straps around each ankle, buckling them firmly in place.  
Her legs were now spread and short bungie cords were run from the D-
ring of each ankle cuff to anchoring points in the floor at the back of 
the van.

Still on their knees and they could now safely back away from her, 
never taking their eyes off her wonderful stretched-out body.  
"Goddamn," someone breathed, awe-struck at the sheer eroticism of the 
sight before them: a big, beautiful dark haired woman laid out on her 
back, her hands held over her head, long legs held open, the disheveled 
western shirt rucked up around her waist, her pretty white panties left 
on view for all to see.  Candace saw their leering male delight, turned 
her head to one side; closed her eyes, and shuddered.

Crowley scuttled up to kneel beside the supine woman.  

"Let's get a look at her tits," he croaked through a mouth that had 
gone suddenly dry, looking to Lewis for approval.

Their leader gave a curt nod, and the big man went for the collar of 
the blouse.  His thick fingers seemed to shake as he fumbled ineptly 
with each button, working his way down the front of the fine sequined 
blouse. Behind his descending hands, a lengthening vee opened up to 
reveal her neck and upperchest, and the puddled breasts: full but 
flattened mounds, encased in a white brassiere made of the same shiny 
satin as her panties. 

 At the centers of each cup one could dimly make out the little nubbins 
that emerged from darkened disks of wide auerolae.  Each man was 
sporting an erection by now, and the hot sight of the pretty girl 
stripped to bra and panties brought to each of them the same burning 
itch to lay into her.
 
Crowley couldn't resist touching those tightly-brassiered bulges. He 
let his fingertips skate up and over the left bra cup and along the top 
edge, sliding over soft warm tittie-flesh.  His touch sent their 
captive into an explosion of pent-up rage.  Her screeching, even 
through the gag, soared to a frantic howl of alarm as she shook in wild 
frenzy, yanking on her bonds as far as the vibrating cords would allow.

It was Shaw who leapt to restrain her.  After sitting on her, he drew 
back to straddle her twisting body on his knees, before plunking his 
butt down to sit solidly on her heaving chest.  He nodded towards 
Crowley.

"Hold her head. I want her to see this."

Kneeling above her, Crowley cradled her head.  Holding her face between 
two big hands he tilted her head forward, keeping it immobilized so she 
was forced to face the man who sat on her chest.  

The woman lay stiffly; eyes defiantly tightly shut. The slap on the 
cheek Shaw gave her was not hard, but sharp enough to give her the 
message.  Her eyes flew open, and Shaw saw the mixture if fear and 
loathing.  

Still staring deep into her eyes, he reached behind him and placed his 
flattened hand on her belly, then ran the palm down over the curved 
front of her panties curling his fingers as the delved into her crotch.  
Then, still looking into her eyes, he began palming the softness of 
that fleshy vulva through the thin slippery panties.  The woman raged; 
whinned in her gag but the masculine hand just kept on, tickling her 
pussy through her panties, then lavishly fondling her pantied sex, till 
her hips started bucking and he had her moaning into her gag.   


End of Part 2
Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 
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