An English Vacation

[Shocker]

Teaser: Morgan stretched her body, trying to work out the cramps and discomfort the 7-hour flight from New York to London had imposed on her. It had been her first flight over such a long distance, and she already had formed the opinion that having people travel for this time in economy, should be more efficient than water boarding for the purpose of enhanced interrogation.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1 - Arrivals
• Chapter 2 - Touring in the countryside
• Chapter 3 - Getting Comfortable
• Chapter 4 - Taking Pictures
• Chapter 5 - The Deal
• Chapter 6 - The Friends She Made
• Chapter 7 - A Close Shave
• Chapter 8 - Bring It On
• Chapter 9
• Chapter 10

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Title: An English Vacation
Author: Shocker
Chapter Tags: oral

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I will try to to something a little bit different, with this story, all eleven parts have been written long time ago. The ladies who have inspired this story, had given permission to use names and descriptions. So if you recognize somebody, there is your reason for it. As spacing my stories out, with the promise of faster publishing due to feed back, hadn't lead to anything. I will follow the old tradition of the serialized novel here. Each new chapter is going to be published on subsequent Sundays, so the final chapter will be published on August 19th.

I also have grown fond of some characters in this story, so they are bound to show up again in other works. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.
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An English vacation

Chapter 1 Arrivals

Morgan stretched her body, trying to work out the cramps and discomfort the 7-hour flight from New York to London had imposed on her. It had been her first flight over such a long distance, and she already had formed the opinion that having people travel for this time in economy, should be more efficient than water boarding for the purpose of enhanced interrogation. She was waiting on Dawn, a dear friend for months, whom she had met in person for the first time only 10 hours earlier. The two of them and sweet little Penny had brought an internet forum close to melt down, with extensive role playing. And now they were both in England to meet with the last member of this trio infernale, Penny had invited them to stay with her for a week.

She shivered and pulled her jacket closer around herself, was it always so chilly in England? After all it was July, so Morgan had dressed for summer, wearing jeans and a halter top, at least she had brought her beloved letterman jacket to keep her warm. While the jacket was proof, that she had also made the cheerleading squad at her university, that hadn’t gotten her there, she was on a full academic scholarship and well on her way to graduate in astrophysics in 2 years. The combination of a first-rate mind with a killer body had caused the young blonde to be an intimidating figure to men, and while she pretended to be wild and raunchy online, she was a rather shy person.

After a few additional minutes she spotted Dawn sauntering towards the baggage claim, and Morgan was again impressed by the overall impression. Short of stature, she made up for it in overall feminine curves, voluptuous would be a word not straining the truth, Dawn wore a black blouse with low cut neckline and black pants hugging, the generous hips and shapely legs. And while she was easily ten years older than Morgan, it didn’t show at all. Morgan thought that Dawn exuded sex appeal from every pore of her body, which was a bit disturbing since she considered herself exceedingly straight with no interest in women. Dawn spotted her and walked over, hugging her tightly.

“How was your trip in economy?” she asked with a heavy dose of glee
“Pure torture, how the hell did you manage to get that upgrade to first class?”
“Me?” Dawn asked innocently “that was easy, do you remember that young guy at the customer service desk?”
“The one with glasses?”
“That’s the one, he got me the upgrade, after I got him to join me in a service room that is. It’s always amazing what a young man will do, if a full-grown woman, is getting on her knees in front o him, whip his dick out and blow him till he cums in her mouth. After that he almost bent over backwards to help me with the upgrade.”

Morgan was amazed about the way Dawn had approached the situation, she would have never been able to do this, above all she hated the taste of cum. Whenever she had gone down on a guy, she had managed to avoid getting any in her mouth. Her face and boobs had always been acceptable targets, and if she could swing it she had tried to direct the load to fall back onto the guy.
“Seriously you took it into the mouth and then?” she asked with disbelief.
“I swallowed of course, what else is there to do?” Dawn replied non-nonchalantly.
“Couldn’t you just have taken it somewhere on the body?
“And smell for the next 8 hours of cum? No seriously, 2 breath mints took care of the odor, and the claret they served in first class, washed down the remainder rather nicely.”

They collected their luggage, passed immigration and customs and entered the general arrival hall.
“Morgan? Dawn? Over here” an excited shout greeted them. They both turned and recognized Penny Thorpe from the pictures they had exchanged. The young Brit looked very proper in dark blue slacks and a white cotton blouse, the long blond hair bound into a ponytail.
They all hugged and Penny said “Oh, I’m so glad you are here, this is going to be a vacation you will always remember. Let’s go I have a car waiting outside.”

To be continued.

End of chapter 1
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[Shocker]

Chapter Tags: abduction

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Chapter 2 Touring in the countryside


The car turned out to be huge black Bentley, with a uniformed driver helping them to load their luggage into the trunk. Morgan’s backpack and Dawn’s suitcase looked quite forlorn in it.

As they settled in the deep comfortable seats and the car drove of with a barely perceivable whisper, Morgan turned to Penny “Ok lady, fess up, what’s with all this VIP treatment are you trying to impress us with your riches? I thought you are a college student like myself.”
“I’m not rich, nor do I have a lot of money, the car belongs to my grandmother, and Parker works for her as well. My family is rather well off, but I only get a small salary for working in the Family business, for the remaining time I study economics in London. So as you can see I never misled you.” Penny sounded a bit hurt.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t want to offend you. So what kind of business is your family in?” Morgan tried to smooth over the situation.
“Oh Thorpe’s and Associates deals in general Import and Export business, with a specialty in Artwork and Collectibles. They let me handle a small section of the collectible market, since I’m family they can get away with low expenses.” Penny said humbly.
“That still sounds like a great job, with a good bit of responsibility.” interjected Dawn, feeling it might be a good thing to steer away from this topic she continued “what is the further plan? I could kill for a shower.”
“The plan is for us to stay in a little place closer to the coast, about an hour from London, so still convenient for shopping.”
“When you say little place, is that British understatement for a Mansion with 36 rooms?” Morgan asked jokingly.
“It could” Penny smiled broadly “but in this case it refers to a nice little sea side cottage. It has been in the family for a good while.”

“How did your family got started in the transportation business?” Dawn asked, trying not to fall asleep in the wonderfully comfortable seats.
“Mainly via piracy” Penny responded.
“Piracy? Sure, forget I did ask” Dawn waved of.
“I was actually serious, my Family is descendant to Sir Geoffrey Thorpe a captain with a letter of mark by Queen Elisabeth. This gave the family a start in society and over the years we maintained strong trade interest first in the Americas later in the whole world.”
“Geoffrey Thorpe as in the sea hawk?” Dawn wondered.
“Pretty much, but I’m certain he didn’t look like Errol Flynn.” Penny laughed.

They were now passing through a scenery of rolling green hills of meadows and bushes. Suddenly Parker hit the brakes hard, and brought the massive car to a full stop. As Dawn stretched her neck to see what was going on she saw a motorbike lying on the road and a prone figure lying next to it. Without even thinking she opened the car door and rushed towards the obvious victim of a traffic accident. She bent over the unmoving form, tried to carefully shake the man’s shoulder and said “Can you hear me, it’s going to be alright, we are going to call help.”
The others had left the car as well Morgan holding her cell phone, cursing that she had no reception, as all of a sudden the lying man, turned, grabbing Dawn’s neck and pulling her close. She felt something very hard, and very cold touching her neck.

The man forced her to her feet pressing her back towards his body and the blade of the 7-inch switch-blade against her throat. As he spoke the voice, muffled by the motorcycle helmet he wore, was pure cockney.
“Ok fellers, nobody is going to make any hasty movements, or this bird here is going to pay for it. That goes doubly for the pretty boy in that shiny uniform, no heroics from you old son.”

So they did nothing, except for Dawn, she was fuming with anger. Here she was held at knife point, a freaking knife, not a single gun in sight. Back home in the states she habitually carried a small .22 in her purse, which had helped her to discourage robbers twice so far. But no here, in civilized Britain she could be subdued by a freaking knife, and her little equalizer locked away in her gun safe at home.

Overall they hadn’t to wait long as a battered transporter came along behind the Bentley, the women thought for a moment this was help send by heaven. Their joy was short-lived as the doors opened, and four men got out, dressed in workman’s clothes, and all their faces covered by ski masks. This was help alright, but for the man with the knife.

They acted like they had practiced this kind of ambush more than once. Two of them approached the chauffeur, whom Penny had introduced as Parker to her two friends. He tried to keep them both in sight, but to no avail, as soon as one of them made it behind him, Parker received such a violent blow to the neck, that he crumpled on the spot. The other two men grabbed Penny and Morgan, forcing their arms behind their backs, which didn’t take long despite the women’s struggle. They then proceeded to fix the hands with zip ties around the wrists. Dawn found herself soon secured the same way. As they were frog marched towards the transporter, they saw that two of their assailants threw the unconscious form of Parker into the ditch.
The women were pushed into the transporter, where their legs were also immobilized by further zip ties. Morgan began to sob quietly, while Penny seemed to show calmness for with the English are famous. Dawn on the other hand, remembering that it was important in a hostage situation to establish oneself as a human being to their captor’s started to talk fast.
“Hey folks, this really doesn't have to go out of hand. Just let me and my friends go, you can keep all our stuff and money, just let us go. We are not going to say anything, but please let us go?”
The angry voice of the driver came back “Can somebody shut up the bitch, she is seriously damaging my calm.”
“How would you like me to accomplish that?” one of his companions shot back.
“I don’t care, convince her or shove something in her mouth, there should be some duct tape back there as well. Just get it done.”

The man grabbed Dawn by her short blonde hair and pulled her face close to his. “You heard him, shut the fuck up or …”
“Or what Buster, you are going to shove something in my mouth?” Dawn’s anger took over “Thinking of that tiny prick of yours, come bring it on.”
The man saw the fire in Dawn’s eyes and decided that it would not be his smartest option of following up with her baiting. This bitch would need some attitude adjustment, before he would put anything in her mouth, at least while she had teeth. But he also promised himself, that this was only temporary. He looked around and found the duct tape lying next to Morgan’s sneaker clad shoes. The sight gave birth to an idea, and he slipped one of the shoes of her feet, revealing more of the white athletic socks Morgan had been wearing. He stripped the sock of her feet and balled it up.

Since Dawns face was directed the other direction, she couldn’t see what was happening, until suddenly her face was lifted by her hair so forcefully that she gasped for air. With a swift motion, her captor forced the smelly sock into her mouth and taped it shut. All the expletives Dawn uttered were reduced to an unintelligible mumble.

They drove for what felt to the capture women like hours. Then the transporter stopped for a minute, and they heard big metal doors being shut and darkness engulfed them. Their captors produced knifes and cut through the flex ties cuffing their legs. Then they were brought up to their feet, the method by grabbing them by the hair seemed to be popular, because it was now employed on all the women.
As they left they saw that they were in some kind of empty shed or warehouse. They were led to a corner, were a metal drum and some smaller crates were located. Morgan struggled a bit behind, handicapped by the fact that she was now barefoot on one side. As they reached the drum, some of their captors went to the crates and retrieved vicious looking metal rods with some kind of prongs at the end. Dawn recognized them as cattle prods, but in her gagged state this wasn’t an information she could share with her friends, but the presence of the prods caused her serious concern.

One of the men with prods, approached them, he had a rough voice as he stated
“We are going to remove the ties around your hands in a moment. Don’t try to run away, it’s not going to end well for you. All exits are covered and locked, my men enjoy chasing tail, but if they have to run to catch up with you, it will not put them in a happy mood. As soon as your hands are free, you are going to remove all your clothing and put it on the floor. I hope I made your task sufficiently clear, and put all thought of disobedience out of your mind, this little toy is well suited to ensure your future cooperation.”
Their wrist restraints were cut, and the women began to massage their wrists to encourage the circulation to return to normal.
“I have told you to strip, so go on get out of those fancy duds.”

To be continued.

[LaLia]

An interesting beginning to a classic kidnapping. Even though not much has happened so far, it makes you want more. The introduction was well-written and detailed. One minor criticism would be that Dawn is the main focus here, with hardly any mention of Morgan, and at the end, you're not sure whether she was kidnapped or not.

[Shocker]

An interesting beginning to a classic kidnapping. Even though not much has happened so far, it makes you want more. The introduction was well-written and detailed. One minor criticism would be that Dawn is the main focus here, with hardly any mention of Morgan, and at the end, you're not sure whether she was kidnapped or not.

I know it’s a very cheap response, but all will become clear over the course of the 10 chapters. But I do agree that I spent a lot of time on the setup but I had a plan when writing this.
As a shortcoming of this story is that I was making use of the online personalties of very active RU members at the time, and I might have banked too much on it.

Thank you again for your feedback, it’s not easy of reading a long story this one will reach 15000 words) spread over a deliberately long period of time. As the last words of this chapter promise, the next one will be more intimate.

Also just for clarification, everyone except the driver ended up in that van.

[Shocker]

Chapter Tags: forced stripping, some themes of humilation
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Chapter 3 Getting comfortable

The order to strip of their clothes still reverberated in the building, but none of the women made any move to comply with it. Seeing that his order was being disobeyed, the speaker approached Penny, speaking in a voice in which controlled anger came through “There is no reason, to wait for one of you to begin, I’m perfectly happy if you strip all at the same time. But as it appears you bitches are too dumb to recognize that, so let’s begin with our young friend here.” He pointed at Penny uttering “Off with those clothes.”

Penny crossed her arms over her chest and replied “Not going to happen, you bloody bugger. Morgan looked at her wide-eyed, but full of admiration for Penny’s courage defying the man, only to see the results of it a few moments later.
In an underhand thrust, the masked man pushed his prod forward, connecting with Penny’s upper thigh, Penny screamed out in a mixture of pain and surprise, as the current ran through her body. Dropping her hands to her leg, her attacker used the opportunity to hit her again this time into the chest. Penny doubled over, exposing her back, offering her lower back as the next target. As the prod made contact for the third time, flooding her body with electricity she just collapsed onto the ground, legs to wobbly to support her weight.

Grabbing her by her long blonde hair, her assailant forced her up again. As he spoke he dressed first his own men “Folks this is our home-grown tart, the boss told me not to damage her face, apparently he likes the look of her. That means on this one, no marks or bruises above the collarbone. If the yanks don’t cooperate there is no such restriction.”

“And now my dear ladies, you have gotten a rough idea, what those prongs are capable of, so if you don’t mind, take those fucking clothes off.”
Bending over Penny’s face, and seeing her eyes glistening “Did I make myself clear?”
Penny said nothing, but her trembling fingers were busy to open the first button of her blouse. That was sufficient answer for him, he let go of her hair and stepped back to have a better view.

Very slowly, fighting with every single button, Penny opened her blouse. Gradually revealing an exciting cleavage, and ultimately the two milky white mounds forming it, while being encased in a bra of light color almost matching her skin tone. As the fabric of the blouse hit the ground, Penny tried again to hide her chest behind her arms. He wondered which garment would be removed next, he assumed that it wouldn’t be the bra, his victims usually tried to keep their tits covered for as long as they possibly could. And true enough she kicked of her shoes next, which had the advantage from her point of view, that she didn’t need to move her hands away from her chest. With some minor acrobatics, she managed to remove her socks using only one hand, continuing to keep the cover up. Suddenly she stopped as it apparently dawned on her that the removal of the next item, would possibly expose something more intimate than her bra. He waited for a total of ten seconds, enjoying her dilemma, then to give her a little encouragement, he hit the trigger of his cattle prod, causing the device to crackle with the electricity.

Penny almost jumped at the sound, it wouldn’t have been natural for somebody hit repeatedly by the prod not to react to the sound. Behind him, he heard a good bit of hooting and hollering making him believe the other women were also in the process of undressing. Based on the occasional sounds of flesh on flesh, perhaps not as rapidly or willingly as desired by their audience. That was fine with him, he had only eyes for the pale skinned young woman in front of him, fixing her with a basilisk stare. If his gaze could have given of heat, those pants would be on fire by now.

Penny did interpret the glare and the crackling of the prod correctly, taking a deep breath, she straightened up and opened her pants, lowered the zipper, and began to wriggle the fabric over her generous hips. The pants slid down her legs and ended resting on her ankles, Penny stepped out of them. Now only standing there in her bra and non-matching light blue panties, despite her best tries to cover both up with her hands and arm, the view was already breathtaking. Based on experience, he expected her to hesitate before opening her bra, as the less humiliating option, and he decided it was time to have a bit of fun. Or to be precise more fun, since he was already enjoying this a lot.

As Penny was getting ready to unclasp her bra, he raised the cattle prod again and hooked one of the prongs, under the elastic the panties, making the electrodes rest against her crotch. The following application of some pressure caused the fabric to slip down an inch, and caused the prong to dig even deeper into Penny's private parts. Penny looked at him in utter shock and confusion, only to hear him “Get rid of those knickers!” and after a minute pause “Now!”

With the prod positioned as it was, her attacker couldn’t even guess, that one of the electrodes, was now resting against her clit, Penny didn’t dare to resist. So the light blue fabric joined the rest of her clothing on the floor. Since the man hadn’t moved the prod she had no way of covering up with her hands, giving him an almost unobstructed view on a nest of dark blond curls, which in turn prevented any view of her sex. He guessed that right now she blessed this bush, despite hating to have to display it to him.

“That’s for the knickers, now let's see the knockers” was the next thing she heard from him. Not seeing any point in delaying the inevitable any longer, she reached behind herself, opening the clasp of her bra and shrugging it off. Her breasts sagged only a minute fraction, standing up like firm grapefruits, her brown nipples poking out from the small brown areolae, strongly contrasting to her very light skin. It wasn’t really the season for sunbathing in England yet, so there wasn’t a single tan line marring that light complexion.

“Put your hands behind your head” came the next order, and she complied resignedly. Based on the angle of the head of her attacker, he enjoyed what he saw, she refused to look towards his crotch, being certain there would be even more obvious signs of approval. Being forced to strip was one thing, but considering being raped was not an idea she was willing to entertain yet. The man raised his index finger and made a turning motion with it, which she correctly interpreted as an order to start to turn around.

As she did turn, the man wolf whistled as she showed her breasts in profile, and again as the firm globes of her arse were on display. He continued to make her turn a few additional times. Then he made her stop and said “Keep your hands behind your head, but please step over here next to your friends, let’s see how you compare to the ladies from overseas.

To be continued

[Shocker]

Chapter Tags: Humiliation
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Chapter 4 Taking Pictures




Penny had to make a large step to pass the pile of clothes in front of her friends, but she didn’t see much, her eyes were fixated on the view in front of her. Both Dawn and Morgan were fully naked, on Morgan’s left cheek was the angry red imprint of a hand. The younger woman seemed to be close to tears. Like herself her friends were holding their hands behind their heads, causing their breasts to stand out proudly. Morgan’s were a bit smaller than her own, but a lot less than Dawn’s. Penny wondered how such big breasts, they had to be D cup at least, could show such a firmness. Penny stumbled forward as a booted foot kicked her back, offering a subtle hint to keep moving. The three women were directed towards one of the walls, and getting closer to it, they saw, that it was covered with lines indicating the distance from the ground. As the reached they were told to put their backs against it, but not to move their hands.

One of the men, produced a video camera with a strong spotlight, which he turned on and directed the beam to Dawn’s face. Squinting against the bright light she noticed a second man, stepping closer to her, like all the others this one had remained masked. Despite the frighting situation this gave her some hope, if those men took such great care of conserving their anonymity, they clearly were not planning on killing them. Having two men in view for the first time, she noticed that while their outer garment was too similar to distinguish, the two men wore small tabs at the collar reading #6 and #3. Was this some way for them to be able to tell themselves apart, she craned her neck a bit and yes indeed a further man was wearing a #2. She thought how very James Bondian this was, was #1 the man in charge, and was #1 in the room.

Her introversion was interrupted as the man in front of her #6, spoke with a heavy Irish accent.
“Let’s start the inventory here.” and with a grease pencil he wrote something first on her belly before approaching Morgan and then Penny. When he was done Morgan sported the number 804 across her flat stomach, and Penny 805. This would make her likely …
“Item 803” the Irish voice stated sounding rather business like“ short haired, Caucasian female, age …? What’s your age honey?”
“Go fuck yourself” Dawn spat out. She also immediately after that spat out a gulp of compressed air as the balled fist of #6 made contact with her belly.
“Age?” the man repeated as if nothing had happened
“36” Dawn had temporarily lost her taste for resistance.

#6 resumed his script “Age 36, Hair currently light blonde, no body hair to confirm this as natural color. Skin is continuously suntanned without interruptions” The cameras light wandered down her body and so did the commentary.
“Large breasts, for a small woman, pink nipples of average size and pink areolae. What size are those babies?”

This time Dawn tried to ignore the question, but #6 decided to help her identify the area of his interest with a firm slap on her left breast. Which did the trick, he was now confirming for the camera “Bra size 40C, firm in texture and natural feel.” he was very confident about the last two statements as he was using both hands to knead Dawn’s breasts.

The description went further down, with the camera only inches away from her sex “Item is completely hairless in the pubic region, showing a high slit vagina.” Using his foot he kicked Dawn’s feet further apart before continuing his monologue “Very thick outer, no apparent view of inner lips. Clitoral hood and clitoris completely inside her.”

Dawn braced herself for the inevitable penetration by this man’s fingers, to find herself roughly flipped around and pushed against the wall. Instead of feeling a finger sliding up inside her, she felt 2 hands on her butt, prying it apart. The ongoing commentary made her feeling very self-conscious.
“Firm ass, with pink anus, no apparent gaping.” With that her cheeks were released and Dawn almost felt disappointed, had she been appraised and found lacking? As the #6 moved on to Morgan she was allowed to turn around again.

The process was very much repeated. Identifying Morgan or in fact item 804 as a 25-year-old Caucasian female, with long dark blonde hair, the tightly trimmed arrow pointing to her pussy confirming her as a natural blonde. Morgan was turning beet red, but this didn’t stop #6 to describe her as suntanned with large untanned areas around breasts and panty region. After some tried and proven motivation techniques Morgan coughed up that her breasts were 36B, only to get them felt up as well.
Morgan had believed that her humiliation couldn’t become any worse, but when she heard the words “inner lips poking out with considerable length, clitoris clearly visible.” She just wanted to sink into the ground, her first boyfriend had loved to call her vagina his beautiful butterfly, when asked why he had laughed and said, that that was how it looked to him, like a meaty butterfly. Barely did she hear, the praise for an extremely shapely butt, and a description of her anus.

As it became Penny’s turn, they could see the usual so calm and pretty blue eyes burning with fury, but the man stuck with his routine, documenting her body from head to foot. As 25-year-old, natural blonde, with shoulder-length hair. The 36C breasts were groped and found firm as well, with a special emphasis on the length and puffiness of the pink nipples. #6 decided to describe Penny’s pubic area as a jungle of dark blonde curls, with the sex barely visible. After spreading her legs, there was prodding and poking rather than visual inspection, and statement that the clitoris was large and protruding. After the inspection of her ass and anal opening the camera was switched off again, and the three women stand shivering next to each other.
A voice came from the vicinity of the steel drum. “Boys, can’t you see that the ladies are feeling cold, bring them back here.” As they approached the drum they saw that somebody had placed some wooden logs inside and lit them, so now a warm glow emanated from the drum.

The relief coming with the warmth was rather short-lived as they heard the man speaking again “Have you ever heard of those women in the sixties burning their bras, as a sign of emancipation? Well in this spirit, I want you to gather your undies, and toss them into the fire.” The three women stood stock still in surprise, and made no attempts to move. The speaker looked around, and nodded shortly, three men raised their cattle prods, three triggers were pressed, and three women cried out in pain. The men had aimed for the butts, and had hit their general targets, only on Dawn’s case the prong had slid from the cheek and ended in the butt crack, before the trigger was pulled. The result was the same, the three women bend down to their knees and gathered their panties and bras. As they went into the fire, the last thing they felt was powerful or emancipated. Depending on the fabric the little garments either caught fire, burning merrily or just shriveled to a lump of molten polyester leaving a nasty smell.
“Isn’t that liberating” the first man was saying in a mock tone “and since you girls are so much more emancipated then those sixties girls, put in the rest as well.”

It was a pitiable sight as they began throwing their remaining clothes into the furnace, eating away more and more of their identities. In Dawn’s and Morgan’s case quite literally, as the men had found their passports and had thrown them into the fire as well.
Finally, the only remaining item was the blue and gold jacket, being clutched tightly to Morgan’s chest. The man giving the orders didn’t even speak, he only pointed from the Jacket and to the drum.
Morgan started to plead, with a desperate voice “Please no, Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything, but please not this.”
“What do you think you have to offer?” was the laconic reply.

To be continued.

[JTCK]

A great story so far! I really like the slow pace. It gives you time to vividly imagine the scenes. And it builds suspense about what might happen next.
I found the last chapter to be the best one so far. It's brilliant how the women are objectified through the matter-of-fact descriptions of their bodies.
The chapter titles are also excellent – they sound just like an ordinary vacation

I'm looking forward to the next chapters!

[Shocker]

A great story so far! I really like the slow pace. It gives you time to vividly imagine the scenes. And it builds suspense about what might happen next.
I found the last chapter to be the best one so far. It's brilliant how the women are objectified through the matter-of-fact descriptions of their bodies.
The chapter titles are also excellent – they sound just like an ordinary vacation

I'm looking forward to the next chapters!

Thank you, things will progress a bit quicker from here on out. When I originally wrote the story there were no titled chapters, but the structure in this forum made me think about it. And yes I deliberately chose vacation themed titles.

[Shocker]

Chapter Tags: oral
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Another Sunday another chapter, finally with some more sex
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Chapter 5 - the Deal



The question of what she had to offer caused Morgan’s mind to go into overdrive, hastily trying to remember how much money she had brought. Both cash and credit cards were lost with her baggage or consumed in the fire. Could she perhaps draw on her account in the states?
“Don’t over stress your mind princess, I don’t think you have anything of worth to offer.” she heard the man say in the same laconic voice.

Anger flared up in her, of because she had worth, how did this creature dare insinuate otherwise. But before she could reply he continued “We have all seen all your assets, sweetheart, and let me assure you, they won’t buy you anything, since they are ours at this moment.”

This statement hit her like a fist into the guts, especially since it just drove home what she had feared all along. There was very little she could do to resist those men to do just as they pleased with her body. At the same time something Dawn had told her a few hours ago came back into her mind. Was she bold enough to try it, well only one way to find out.

She slowly moved to the speaker and carefully lowered herself onto her knees, dropping her jacket to expose her boobs, no point in trying to pretend he hadn’t already seen her in the flesh. Her hand slowly moved up the inside of his leg, until it rested on his crotch, and there was no denying he was enjoying the situation. The evidence of that fact, was pressing against the palm of her hand. Trying to put on her most seductive tone, she purred “I can think of something I can do for you, that will require my cooperation, because my teeth are quite sharp.”

“That sounds like an entertaining proposition.” a voice said from somewhere behind her. As she turned her head she saw a man with #1 on his collar and he continued “But let me be clear, sucking this buck off, is not going to suffice. If on the other hand you please everyone here with your oral skills, your precious jacket won’t be taken from you.”
“I can do that” Morgan replied after a short hesitation.
“Not so fast, sweetie, you haven’t heard all conditions yet. You will use your mouth to give us pleasure, and will do so till the end. There won’t be any use of your hands. You will actually keep your hands on your head the whole time holding your hair out of your face, we wouldn’t want the pretty view obstructed. Those are the conditions, once accepted there won’t be any renegotiation or going back. Is this understood?”

Morgan swallowed hard, grimacing at the thought, that in all likelihood she would have to swallow a good bit more than just her pride soon. Keeping her precious jacket save, felt like at least like a bit of a victory. So she nodded and said breathlessly “I understand.”

“Very good, now come over here, and put that pretty jacket on the floor, no reason to hurt your knees.” As she moved to comply, she heard “#2 since she had approached you, you have the first shot, I call second dibs. After that the rest in numerical order. #6 get the camera, this is going to be something for Britain’s best home videos.”
Seeing that Morgan had lowered herself onto the jacket, he instructed “OK get those bangs out of your face, and spread those knees a bit more, just for stability of course.”

As she interlocked her fingers into her blonde tresses behind her head, she felt extremely exposed, with her legs spread, there was a slight bit of air rushing past her sex. With her arms held up her breasts were thrust outward. The man with the #2 was moving in front of her, dropping his pants and underwear, and his erection jumped straight into her face. She flinched as the purplish head of his dick, missed her cheeks by an inch. From her perspective there was no way of gauging his size, it looked like a massive pole of flesh. In fact, it was only about 7.5 inch in length, but it wasn’t until she was trying to work her mouth down that length that she was able to get some measure of it. She approached the problem an inch at a time, wrapping her lips first around the tip, moistening it with her lips, taking it in as a whole. Circling her tongue around it, causing a groan of pleasure from the man in front of her. Emboldened she moved ahead taking more and more of the shaft into her mouth, trying to smooth the way with her saliva.

To her, it was as if she felt every single vein, along the shaft as a monstrous bulge on this tool. Morgan began to move forward and backward along the shaft, moving ever closer towards the man’s crotch. Just before she was taking it all in, the head was hitting the back of her mouth, making her gag. The sudden constriction of her throat and mouth pushed the man over the edge. Causing his member, still embedded in her mouth to pulsate, and emitting big globs of salty sperm, right into her throat and the back of her tongue.

As he withdrew from her mouth, she began to cough and sputter some of the cum out, causing it to run down her chin and began to dribble down to her chest. Unconsciously she moved her hand to wipe away the mess, as #1’s voice bellowed “Leave those fucking hands behind your head, that was part of the deal, remember?” She did remember, but never had it occurred to her that those stipulations had been made precisely with the thought of maximum humiliation in mind.

#1 had already taken the place of the last man, lowering his pants revealing a cock even longer than the last one. Morgan gulped, and began to work on this cock. Like the last one, this time the gagging was worse, since the man took much longer to cum. As he reached her throat he laid his hands on her bobbing head, and very slowly pulled her forward gently pushing his member down her throat. To Morgan, it didn’t feel gentle at all, from her point of view, a massive chunk of throbbing meat, was blocking all of her air intake. She gagged again, this time even more violently than before. When he finally came, he had withdrawn just enough from her mouth to flood her mouth with his seed, instead of shooting it down her throat.

Oh, how she hated this taste, but now she had to decide if she was going to swallow, or let it run down her body. While she was still contemplating her options, she felt the cock withdrawn from her lips, followed by a slow dribble of cum. The next things she felt, was the still semi erect cock being dragged first her left and then her right cheek, leaving a trail of slimy residue. In shocked surprise she opened her mouth, expelling the load. It landed partly on her breasts, before dripping down further, as she looked down she saw some of it dripping onto her precious jacket. The sight gave her almost physical pain.

#3 the Irishman was next in line, and as he dropped his pants she thought “Oh good, give me fucking break, can this guy be any more of a cliché” at the root of his penis was a curly nest of ginger pubic hair. As she went down on him, she soon found out that he liked to be in charge, he grabbed her head and fucked her face vigorously. Ultimately he decided to deposit his load not in her mouth but over her boobs.

#4 proved to Morgan that the outfit was clearly an equal opportunity employer, as well as her first ever close up view of a very big black cock. The man wasn’t just dark skinned, he was of an inky blackness, with the head and shaft even darker. Compared to the massive length of this man, the last three men had been small. Morgan tried again her inch by inch method, but trying as she might, she couldn’t get more than ¾ into her mouth. She felt deep gratitude that the man didn’t feel the need to force this schlong down her throat. When he finally came, he ejaculated in three massive bursts, the first into her mouth, the next 2 into her face.

This process went on and on, with the next three men not offering much difference, except for the dimensions of their equipment. With #7 a man from the West Indies by his way of talking, showing that there were also massive cocks, not characterized by length, but by girth as well. All of them chose the target for their loads with great deliberation, having noticed her dislike for cum in her mouth, or in her face, or on her jacket. One of them even aimed it on her fingers, coating both her hand and her hair.

As the last man had finished, she collapsed with a sigh of relief “Thank god it’s over.”
“What gives you that idea, sweetie?” #1 asked.
“I sucked you all off, you all came, that was the deal.” she blurted.
“No my dear, the deal was to please everyone with your mouth. And as far as I can see, your friends hadn’t had their turn yet.”
At this all blood rushed out of Morgan’s face.

To be continued

[JTCK]

You really make me looking forward to sundays
A very nice chapter again. I like the little details like cum dripping down on her jacket.