The shy wife MMMMM/F

[Throatdagger]

This story is entirely fictional.

The Shy Wife Part 1
By Throatdagger
For culo222




She glances nervously at her watch as she weaves in and out through the heavy traffic; her appointment having run much longer than expected. She knows that she will be late getting home, tonight of all nights, had planned for a special night with her husband. Going to an exclusive restaurant for a nice meal and then to the theater for the opening of a long awaited musical. She looks out the windshield at the traffic snarled ahead of her; time for a back way! Turning the steering wheel hard at the next corner; cutting down a side street, no traffic as she steps harder on the gas pedal. Paying no attention to her speed; just wanting to get through this slummy part of town as quickly as possible. Her mind wandering and then; SUDDENLY she glances up to see the red light, a man stepping from the curb. She jams the brakes on; skidding, barely missing the man. Then from seemingly out of nowhere her car is surrounded by a group of men; all unshaven wearing shabby dirty clothes. They begin shouting and pounding on the roof of her car, frantically her hand feels for the door locks; but too late. As she freezes in horror, the doors are yanked open. Men were crawling in her car like wild animals; hands clawing at her; pinning her to the seat as she tries to scream.

Instead of a shrill scream, only terrified stutters come from her mouth as her heart pounds harder and harder. “What do you want?” She manages to gasp. “I am sorry.” Her voice quivers as she tries to appease their anger at almost hitting their friend. She feels herself lifted and yanked around like a rag doll. Realizing that she is outnumbered, she tries to regain her composure. Maybe these bums only want her money, her credit cards. Fumbling to shove her purse towards the man in the passenger seat as he pulls her closer; “Here, take this. Take my money and credit cards. Take it all.” She babbles, trying to appease them. Her designer handbag yanked from her hands and thrown on the floor as she is yanked and twisted between the leather bucket seats into the back. Rough hands shoving her to the floor, shoes with the soles almost worn through; trapping her to the thick carpet. A foot forcing its way between her legs, prying her knees wider and wider till one was against the back of the driver’s seat and the other against the back seat. She could feel the men leering down at her as she tried in vain to twist free. A heel digging in the small of her back as another one pressed hard on the back of her neck, forcing a blister almost on her chin. Her eyes only able to stare at the bottom of the door, her nipples slipping on the carpet as the car sped down one street and then another. Street lights flickering inside the car faster and faster. Sharp turns making the tires squeal, then another sharp turn, up a ramp and into some sort of building. The rumbling of a huge door closing echoed in her ears. Her worse nightmare was coming true. Kidnapped by hoodlums, low lives; her mind reeled with what was going to probably happen. She could hear other voices outside the car. My God, how many men were there?

SUDDENLY the back door flew open; she was dragged from the floor by her long brown hair. Flailing her arms as she screeched; trying to fight off the men dragging her across the trash littered floor. Broken whiskey bottles hitting her open toed shoes; her high heels tapping on the concrete floor as she was led like a dog across to a stack of old wooden pallets. The full moon shone in through the broken windows in the roof of the building giving the scene a spooky atmosphere. She clutched at the top of her green dress as it gaped lower from her thrashing arms. Her back ached as she was slung against the stack of pallets. Men gathering around like a pack of wolves as two especially large men grabbed her wrists and yanked them around the upper corners of the pallets. She felt the sharp edges of plastic straps cutting her delicate skin as her arms were yanked further back; thrusting her breasts out.

“Hey guys this bitch isn’t wearing a bra!” One guy shouted as her nipples protruded through her top. She felt her face flush red with embarrassment. She never wore a bra but to be caught by a bunch of dirty filthy old men had always been her worse fear. She felt the material of her dress snagging on the splinters of the pallets as she twisted in a vain attempt to free herself. Her arms ached as she jerked so hard that she thought she would dislocate her shoulders. THEN the men grabbed her ankles and yanked them to the corners of the pallets. Again, sharp strapping whipped around her delicate ankles as her legs were pulled grotesquely apart. She cringed as she felt the hem of her dress sliding up her legs. She bit her lips tight as she felt her skirt riding higher and higher. She knew that the blue thong she chose to wear would soon be in full view.

[culo222]

hello throatdagger,

this is a really hot beginning and I suppose there will be a lot of fun for the guys the next hours !!

[justmetoo]

Great start to the story. I'm looking forward to the next part.

[nahkit]

Good start now how about the rest?

[culo222]

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Hope there's more to this story!

[DeepSouthSadist]

Can Culo post a pic of the (un)lucky lady within the Board's guidelines?

[culo222]

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[medic1]

Can't wait for the next instalment.

[Throatdagger]

Sorry ; I got distracted. I will try and get the next installment soon.