[Kolt48]

This is a another story written for Treatlikemeat. Thanks for loaning me the Melissa. Just a fair warning; Includes snuff.


The guys had been driving for hours, searching for a perfect victim.

"There," one of them pointed to a far corner parking lot in a large retail center.

All of the vehicles on this side of the store were empty. There was a lone young woman struggling to load several packages into her trunk. She looked to be in her 20's with dirty blond hair and an enticing, though average figure. Just the kind of woman they were searching for. They cruised closer, admiring her nice shapely ass in tight black jeans. She was unaware of the white van that stopped behind her and the 6 evil men that it contained.

While the driver played lookout, the one in the passenger seat crept out, making his way toward the girl. She was caught unaware, dropping her bags into the trunk, as the long arms swept around her body. A firm hand covered her mouth, and she was drug quickly towards the waiting van. In one smooth motion, the side panel was opened and more hands grabbed her, pulling her inside. The doors slammed shut, leaving her trapped in the shadows, with 4 men, while the van sped off.

The group was well prepared, and stuffed a black ball gag into her lips. Cuffs, hanging from each wall of the van were ready for her wrists. Once in place, they were pulled tight, yanking her arms straight our from her sides. The band moved back now, watching the girl struggle to her knees, and pull at her cuffs, cursing behind the gag. The scene made their cocks hard.

Her name was Melissa. She a very well educated woman, and could not believe that she would have allowed something like this to happen. This had always been a safe area of town, and it was broad daylight. Surely someone had seen and called the cops. Her stop at the store had been to pick up some special items for dinner. It was their one year wedding anniversary, and she was going to make her husbands favorite dinner; complete with candles and wine. Instead, she was chained to the walls of a van, staring fearfully into the lusting eyes of five older men; six counting the driver, that grinned back at her from the rear-view mirror.

The van was an old work van with no rear windows. The only light was from a dim bulb above Melissa's head. The floor was bare metal, easily washed out. Three men sat on a metal bench to her left, while the fourth sat on a cushion covered bucket. They were all white, ranging in age from 28 to 36, except for the one on the bucket; He was black and bald. The group had originally met in prison, where they discovered their joint fondness, for rape, torture and murder. Upon their release, or escape, (as it was for 3 of them), the group rejoined with their common interest at heart: To travel the countryside in an orgy of rape and mayhem.

The black man touched the gag at her lips.

"I'll only take this off if you don't scream," he stated, "Just nod your head, 'yes'."

Melissa nodded, her eyes darting back and forth at the men in fear. He removed the ball gag and placed it at her knees. She stretched her sore jaw before speaking.

"Please Sir, I don't know what you want, but if you just take me back to my car, I can get you some cash. It would be no trouble, and I would speak of this to no one. I'm sure that you are all kind gentlemen and would wish me no ill will," she said, under the impression she was smart enough to talk her way out of this predicament.

She became worried when they laughed at her efforts.

"Oh, Honey,' the man said, standing up in a slight stoop to unbutton his pants, 'What I can do, is think about releasing you, if...that's if, you suck my black cock."

Melissa's eyes shot open in shock. Now her eloquent words did not flow so freely.

"I...I...I...surely you don't expect me to..."

"You do want to go back to your car, do you not?" he replied.

"I...I...Yes," she answered back.

"Good. It's settled then," the man said, fishing out his semi-hard shaft. It was around 8 inches and very thick. He stroked it under her chin, before aiming it towards her lips.

"Do you promi...Muph," she was cut off in mid-sentence by the cock's flesh entering her mouth.

"I said, I will think about it. That's if you do a good job," he said.

It was degrading, having to blow the black man in the presence of the others. She really didn't believe the man, but at this point, it was her only option. Maybe if she satisfied him, she would be let go. Trying to blink the thoughts from her mind, she concentrated on giving him the best blowjob ever.

Melissa wanted to gag at the taste of the hideous cock, but she had to pretend. He pulled the dark crown from her lips and made her lick the clear drops from its eye.

"If you will release my hands, Sir, where I can hold it?" she asked.

"No, no, Honey, I want all lips," he scolded, pushing the shaft back into her warm mouth. "Ah, that's it. Rock your head."

He stopped, after a while, tilting her head back.

"Look here," he said, "Gag time." Having said that, his ass thrust forward, forcing the black shaft past Melissa's tonsils, deep down her throat.

She gagged, immediately, shocked by her loss of breath. When the shaft withdrew, she was left coughing and trying to suck in fresh air. Her lips were connected to the black shaft my a thick strand of spit. He did not give her much time before thrusting it right back in. His grip tightened in her blond hair, and he forcefully began to fuck her face. Melissa's eyes watered and her nose ran, dripping down into her mouth and along the vicious black cock.

"Ah,ah,ah,ah," he groaned as his shaft expanded in her tight throat. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls.

Mellisa wanted to hurl, when she felt the first rush of sperm shoot down her throat. It was way too much for her to handle. Excess cum shot out from the corners of her mouth, and burned through her sinuses to drip from her flaring nostrils. She still had a large mouthful when the black shaft pulled away, and the ball gag was stuffed back in. Being no room for both the cum, and the black ball; Melissa was forced to swallow the remaining load. The black man smiled and wiped his shaft in her hair.

"Muph, Mmm, Mugh?" came from behind her gag. She was trying to ask him something with pleading eyes.

"Oh, I did think about it," he replied, then shook his head. "I think not."

Those words drained all hope from her body, and she dropped her head in tears. Unable to wipe the cum from her face, she was forced to suffer the stares from the men in the van. Once the road became bumpy, she knew for sure, that she was not going back anytime soon.

The van finally stopped and most of the men clambered out, leaving just two inside with her. Those two uncuffed her wrists and drug her from the van. She blinked her eyes in the afternoon sun. In front of her stood a large, red brick, abandoned mill of some sorts. Its exterior was spotted with broken windows and graffiti covered walls. Not even bothering to make her walk, they picked up her arms and legs and carried her struggling body inside. She was horrified to find herself carried to a bare concrete wall, her arms raised above her, spread out, and attached to a steel girder atop the wall. Removing the slack in the ropes, she was forced to stand on the toes of her booted feet.

A large man with close-cropped, black hair stepped to a side table. This man was apparently the older of the group. The table was covered by a dark tarp, but from the wheeled legs, it looked to be stainless steel. The man removed his shirt then walked to Melissa. She was drawn at first to his muscular arms, then to the large hunting knife at his waist. His body was turned towards her, as if he intended for her to eye the knife.

"Let's see what we have here," he said withdrawing the blade.

"Mphh, Mphh," she protested behind her gag.

Digging his fingers into the waistband of her black jeans, he pulled her away from the wall. She froze, her eyes following the sharp blade. The blade slid into the side of the jean's waistband. The flat side of the knife's blade was cold against her skin. Her heart throbbed in her chest, blocking out all other sound. That was until she heard the ripping sound. That slow, ripping slice of her jeans, rang like bells in her ears. The blade was sharp, and cut through the leg of her tight jeans like butter. Goosebumps formed on her exposed leg. The same thing was done to the other side of her jeans, while the man firmly held her in place by the waistband of both her jeans, and the panties underneath. The jeans fell in pieces to the floor, leaving her lower half in a pair of plain white panties, her socks and brown boots.

The man's hand came up, cupping her sex over the panties. He could feel the course curls of her mound. His eyes stared into hers, savoring her fear.

"Aw, can you still taste the cum behind that ball, Baby? I bet you want some in this pussy, don't you? Are you tight? We promise to stretch out all your holes."

His hand left her cunt and traveled up under her shirt, across her smooth belly. The fingers traced the lines of her bra. Then the knife came back. It went under her shirt with his other hand, till the blade emerged from the neck of her shirt. Like her jeans, the blade began a slow slice down the front of her shirt. The others were enjoying the show. Some had already removed their clothes and were stroking their cocks. Others were scrounging around, searching for elements of torture. The man with the knife, kept watching her eyes. Her fear made him hard. Helplessly, Melissa glanced down and saw the remnants of her blue shirt fall to the concrete floor.

The man moved back, slipping the knife back into the sheath at his waist. Melissa was shaking, her body sweating with fear. Another man joined them. He spoke to the knife man:

"I like the boots. Let's leave them on for now." He then bent down and began gathering some metal cables at her feet.

Melissa was still on her tiptoes, so it was very hard to kick him in any way. She could feel the cables being attached around the ankles of her boots. The knife man had moved right up to her face. She could smell his fetid breath and see the black orbs of his sadistic eyes.

"We're gonna spread your legs now," he said.

The cables were being pulled. She fought the tension, the muscles of her thighs, strained to keep her legs together. In the long run, it was useless, and she felt the material of her panties stretch tightly to her crotch, as her legs were drawn apart. Her arms and wrists began to hurt more. With her boots barely touching the concrete, they had to support most of her weight. When the cables finally stopped, Melissa's body was spread out in a wide 'X'. The almost virgin like, plain white panties and bra, stood out against her pale skin and the dark concrete wall.

Carefully she watched the knife at the man's waist. His hand came up, the palm clutching at her mound. He pushed the material into her crease. The fingers began to rub up and down it. She swore under her breath. The finger and the fear was making her wet. Looking into the man's dark eyes, she knew he was aware of her wetness. Unconsciously her hips began to move with the finger.

"That's right, Bitch.' he said, 'Your wearing those average little panties but your just a slut. You want us to fill your tight cunt with some cum, but not yet. You'll beg to be fucked."

The knife made its appearance, this time it slipped up under the center of her bra. With a flick of his wrist, the bra separated in the middle releasing her young breasts. A few more swipes of the blade, and it was on the floor with her other garments. Still young, her breasts were pert and firm. Her unwanted arousal had transformed her nipples to hard, erect, pencil erasers. The man cupped an orb and squeezed it hard.

"Agh, Muph," Melissa groaned from behind her gag.

"Yes,' he stated, 'We have much in store for these puppies."

He began sucking the taut tips, making them swell larger and larger. They became so swollen with blood that they throbbed. Satisfied, he pulled back and showed her two small wires. To her horror, he took a wire, wrapping it tightly around her swollen nipple. The first nipple began to turn a purple color as he worked on the second. He took the flat of his hand and slapped it five times across her pantie covered mound.

"There are a lot of wires lying around here, Cunt." he said, turning back to another man. This one was holding a small computer cable. The end had been split, revealing 8 inches of several smaller, loose wires. "They make a very good whip don't you think?"

Melissa stared at the man in disbelief as he swung the cable in an arc. The wire tentacles bit into her exposed tit flesh, leaving behind thin bloody streaks. She screamed as loud as she could through the ball gag while biting down on the hard rubber. Her breasts rose and fell, as she labored to breath, mostly through her nose. She tried to dodge the next blows by shifting her breasts away from the incoming wires. In her strapped condition, all she managed to do was sway them erotically from left to right. This accomplished one thing; Increasing the size of the surrounding boners.

The pain was too much, and Melissa felt her bladder release. Piss shot out, pouring from the material of her panties, splashing loudly on the concrete floor, before running in streams down her spread legs. The warm pee left her white panties soaked and transparent. Every curl of her dark bush could be seen, as well as the deep crease of her cunt.

The man, wielding the cable stepped up to her shivering body. He wrapped the cable over her left breast and pulled it tight, bunching it into a quickly swelling ball. Her face contorted with pain. Melissa could feel the man's hard cock pressing against her damp inner thighs.

"You found a way to show us your tight snatch, didn't you, Cunt?" he asked.

Cruelly he pushed way from her body, taking the vicious cable with him. Then a new pain took her, as the blood flowed back into her unwrapped breast. She groaned, slamming her head back against the wall.

The older man was back. He took the crotch of her wet panties in his hand, right above her mound. As he squeezed it, the warm piss ran through his fingers. With a firm grip he yanked it up. The material cut into the tight crease of her sex, biting into her cunt and pressing dangerously against her clit. Her head shook from side to side and her legs quivered. Reaching behind her, he gathered the panties from her ass. Using the two ends, he began to saw the material between her cunt lips. Melissa tried in vain to rise up higher, away from the painful wedgie. It scraped agonizingly against her tender bud. The material began to stretch more and more, till was just a thin strand, then with one final tug, it broke free. Melissa's body dropped down hard, her arms taking the full weight of her body. With her young body now naked and spread wide, there would be nothing to stop her evil kidnappers, but their own imagination.