A different story from a sister newsgroup.

On 6/6/10 09:44, Akira wrote:
> Laura Is Abducted
>
> It is my plan to post the bondage story extracts from my free bondage
> blog to this newsgroup, and finish each post with a link to the site
> where the full story exists or can be downloaded. However after I posted
> this extract the book it was from got banned everywhere, and as far as I
> am aware the only part that still exists is this short extract on my
> free bondage blog!
>
> Laura had just turned eighteen when they caught her. Literally just
> turned eighteen. It was a few minutes past the hour of her birth on her
> eighteenth birthday. She was still a virgin, and that was one of the
> main reasons they went for her, they liked virgins. Nice tight pussies
> made for good fucking. The first few times a girl is fucked her cunt is
> so tight that the sex is unbelievably good. Unbelievably good for the
> man that is, not so good for the virgin. It hurts loads the first few
> times. And they liked hurting girls, so that was a bonus. Not only did
> they get a nice tight fuck, they also got to hurt their victim. That was
> always fun. Of course they would torture her too, but that would come
> later. And although the pain she would suffer from the torture would be
> worse that the pain of having her virginity forcefully broken, they
> would enjoy her first-fuck pain even more than her torture-pain.
> Psychological, I suppose, the though of hurting her with sex was more
> fun for them than the though of hurting her with torture. Even though
> she was going to suffer both.
>
> And speaking of "psychological", they also enjoyed the psychological
> torture of tearing away a woman's virginity, forcing her into womanhood
> well before she was ready. So they would get that from Laura too.
>
> Plus they were sure that she would scream. Scream as they fucked her for
> the first time. Then scream again as they fucked her for the second
> time. And the third, and the fourth, and the fifth.....
>
> And she would cry. Tears of pain at the fucking, tears of sorrow at her
> lost virginity, and tears of anguish as they used her teenage body over
> and over again.
>
> Then when the fucking was over, they would torture her, and the tears
> and the screams would start all over again.
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> Laura was happy as she walked home, happy because it was her birthday,
> and happy because now she was eighteen she could do things that she had
> never been allowed to do before. Not that she would do these things,
> Laura was a good girl, she would not smoke, she would not drink, and she
> would not pose naked in the center pages of Playboy. But now she was
> eighteen she was allowed to do those things, and even though she would
> NEVER do any of those things, it was nice to be allowed to do them.
>
> Laura giggled as a naughty thought crept into her mind. Now that she was
> eighteen she was also allowed to do sex. Of course she would never do
> sex, well at least not until she was happily married to a nice man. But
> it felt nice, in a naughty sort of way, that she was now allowed to do
> sex. Just thinking this thought made her giggle at her naughtiness, and
> she felt slightly ashamed of herself for thinking that thought. But
> still the thought made her giggle.
>
> As she walked past Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium she thought about going
> in and treating herself to a boiled sugar candy cane, one of her
> favourites. But most people knew it was one of her favourites, so she
> guessed that she would be given lots of boiled sugar candy canes by
> friends and relatives, so she would wait until she got home and
> unwrapped her presents. The boiled sugar candy cane would be so much
> nicer if it was a gift to her, rather than one she bought herself.
>
> Although Laura did not know it, the exact second that she passed from
> being seventeen years old to being eighteen years old occurred while she
> was hesitating outside Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium. Laura did not know
> the exact time of her birth. It was recorded in her medical record, and
> both her parents knew the time by heart, but Laura had never thought it
> important to know, and had never asked. No doubt her parents had told
> her at some point, but since she did not consider it an important fact,
> Laura immediately forgot it. The only important fact that Laura wanted
> to remember was that TODAY was her BIRTHDAY
>
> The other thing that Laura did not know was that just down the road, and
> round the corner, they were waiting for her.
>
> So six minutes and thirty seven seconds after Laura had hesitated
> outside Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium, six minutes and thirty seven
> seconds after Laura became eighteen years old, they grabbed her.
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> They used chloroform, a bit dangerous, but they were traditionalists.
> For Laura the advantage was that she did not really know what was
> happening. Someone put their hand over her face and held a hankie that
> smelt of something chemical over her nose and mouth, and while she was
> still trying to decide if it was a birthday joke, Laura lost
> consciousness. Of course the disadvantage of this for Laura was that
> when she woke up, she woke up into a nightmare.
>
> Laura found herself in a dungeon, a real dungeon. A hundred foot
> underground, nice and safe from any inconvenience, like rescue. She was
> in a cell in the dungeon, a ten by ten cell with a solid stone floor, a
> solid stone roof, and three solid stone walls. The third wall was made
> of three inch thick iron bars. The four bars in the centre formed a
> door, but the door was locked. Two solid but old fashioned mechanical
> locks, not modern electric ones. Traditionalists - Deep dark dungeons,
> stone cells, iron bars, and mechanical locks. Oh, and iron chains as
> well. The iron chains held Laura helpless in her cell, so the iron bars
> and mechanical locks were a bit of overkill. The chains prevented her
> from getting close to the bars, let alone opening the door and escaping.
>
> As she looked around her prison Laura was terrified. They liked that.
> Terror, in a teenage captive, was good. They watched her as she shook
> with fear, but she did not see them, she thought she was alone. To watch
> her without her seeing them they used hidden CCTV cameras. Modern
> high-tec CCTV cameras. They may be traditionalists, but they were not
> beyond using new-fangled technology when it suited them. And using CCTV
> cameras to watch her tremble in terror was something that suited them.
> And hidden microphones suited them too, hidden microphones to hear her
> scream.
>
> And there they sat, in front of a big wide screen TV monitor, with top
> of the range speakers, watching their new toy screaming in terror. Laura
> had never been so frightened in her life. She had no idea where she was,
> or how she had got there, all she knew was that she had woken up chained
> to the floor of a stone cell in a dark dungeon. She shook with fear and
> they watched her shake, she screamed in terror and they listen to her
> scream, she cried in despair and some of them started to masturbate.
> This was a great show, this was prime time, their own little eighteen
> year old virgin helpless in chains, terrified, and alone..xx2299oowwslll
>
> But watching is only fun for so long. After a while you grow fed up of
> watching, and want to start the doing. Doing is even more fun than
> watching.
>
> * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
>
> Laura thought that being chained up alone in a cell was the most
> frightening thing in the world. Then they entered the dungeon and Laura
> realised she was wrong. Being chained up alone in a cell is not the most
> frightening thing in the world. The most frightening thing in the world
> is being chained up in a cell and NOT being alone. Alone is good. Alone
> you can only starve to death. But being "not alone" is worse. When you
> are not alone they are there. And they are even more frightening. They
> look at you as though they want to do things to you, and if you are
> chained up and helpless in a cell they CAN do things to you. ANY THINGS
> THEY LIKE.
>
> She screamed even more when they looked at her, they liked that.
>
> And then came the doing..........