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Fantasy Gangbang Kidnapping
(Nicola Diaz)

He slaps me across the face and then pulls my face towards his. Again he is demanding the codes, and again I refuse to give them to him. He looks around at the others, smiles, and then rips the buttons on the front of my blouse. He tables his cun and takes out a knife, cutting my bra down the front of it. The fabric falls to the floor and my tits rise high above my chest, my nipples hard and full against the coldness in the room. I try to cover them, but he pushes my hands away from my chest. 



Then he unzips my skirt, his eyes fixed on mine. I cannot help but wonder why all this effort, all this trouble just to get me alone. He asks for the access codes again, and my silence sees him use the knife on my panties. I look down to where my clothing is now gathered in a puddle around my ankles, and I stand naked in front of six men I have never seen before. Again the contract comes to mind, and I start to work my head around the blacklisted torture methods. What if this was real though, and what if the fear bubbling up in my stomach was justified?



He looks at the others, who quickly come up to me and lift me onto the table. I am forced onto the cold surface, and I arch my back to create some distance between the coldness and my back. Many hands push me down on the table though, some holding my hands above my head, some parting my legs. I am not ready for them to start yet, but these men obviously don't give a fuck about what I am or am not ready for.