Hands

My characters, my story, my… I dunno. Mine, m’kay? I don’t even remember when I wrote this but I published here in September of 2003. Long time ago… Anyway, there were some grammatical mistakes I wanted to fix and I want to link this story to my new account since I can’t seem to get into my old one. I filled it up a little more. Added a bit. Yeah, I definitely needed to expand on Janet’s terror. Oh well. It still isn’t great. Enjoy it for what it is…

“Hands” (Version 2)


Janet never saw any of their faces, nor did she hear any of their voices. Moments ago she was walking back from the convention to her hotel room when one of the men, now holding her on the bed, came behind her and dragged her into his room. He kept a knife under her throat that effectively implied she keep silent. Another pair of hands blindfolded her as yet another got the ball gag ready. After silencing her mouth, minus muffled cries and groans, one of the men covered her ears with a pair of earmuffs then put her blindfolded head in a pillowcase.


Now she was laying there unable to hear anything or see, struggling under the weight of a man above her. Her head felt it was under enormous pressure as she began to hyperventilate, trying to suck in enough hot air through her nose to sustain her. The other men seemed to be waiting, giving her a moment perhaps to get used to this new way of breathing. The man ton top of her, however, had started to take off her brown suit. She felt her shoes being taken off while her blazer and blouse were torn and cut off her body. Fingers snaked under her skirt, along her panty-hosed legs. She felt something cold, metallic, sliding across her left leg. The item she seconds later identified a scissors, which quickly cut through the brown fabric. The cold air of the air-conditioned room felt like another presence molesting her.


She arched and bucked hoping to get one of her hands free from the pair of hands holding her wrists long enough to knock the ear muffs off… possibly enough to remove the pillowcase and blindfold. Maybe enough to escape.


All of her struggling was in vain. With the remnants of her skirt removed and she felt multiple hands touch her body. Janet tried to scream or bang her wrists on the wall to get attention. The only results being that her hands were then handcuffed to something above her head.


One hand was rubbing her upper thigh. Another was pinching her left breast nipple through her bra. Two hands were rubbing her flat stomach repeatedly. Someone was sucking on her fingers… For what felt like an hour these foreign hands rubbed, petted, and brushed against her skin as if she were an inanimate object or perhaps a pet. Some hands she began to distinguish. One pair was gentle and slid over her body smoothly. Another pair tended to pinch or pull or squeeze.


~ I’ll be okay.~ Janet tried to reason with herself. It was a horrific thought, but people were raped everyday. ~Stay calm. Let them do whatever they want to do. If the guy was going to kill you, he’d have done so already.~ She offered herself fake advice pulled from distant memories of watching crime shows and Dateline specials.


It was the rough, calloused, hands that first slipped under her bra and squeezed her bare breasts. Taking one in each hand the hands firmly gripped and pushed her breasts upwards towards her neck. He allowed her nipples to slide between his fingers and mercilessly abused them. He pulled them outwards with his thumb and index finger. He squeezed them like he was trying to pop bubble wrap. Then she felt his hot breath as he lowered his head down and began to suckle. He pulled each nipple into his mouth and bit down on it roughly almost breaking the skin.


Suddenly he stopped for a moment. Her nylons were tugged on and scissors punctured the fabric high on her right thigh. Someone then used there bare hands to tear into the netting. Someone rotated between cutting and tearing off her torn nylons then her panties. Huge hands caressed her naked thighs, moving over them in circles. Two fingers parted her labia and ran up and down the slit. A finger rubbed her clit leisurely. Then the man who had been playing with her breasts straddled her stomach nude. Cold wetness dribbled down to her large, sore breasts and fell in between the mounds. They were pushed together and she felt his penis slide between, his ball sac slapping against her breast and rubbing against stomach. The liquid warmed up quickly under the savage thrusts.


While the man on her raped her chest, another was amusing himself by preparing her below. The same cold lubricant was trickled onto her opening and a large finger rubbed it in around and inside the hole. She panicked then. Telling herself she’d be okay was one thing, but laying there preparing to be raped was another. Her eyes under the blindfold flew open, meeting only darkness. The hot air from inside the pillowcase pushed her panic further. First one finger poked in, then another. Two fingers became three which slowly pumped her opening. Janet had managed to go limp and trying to live outside her body during the molesting, but once she felt her body being penetrated, she began resisting, amusing her assailants. Her thighs were slapped, the fingers never removed, until her thrashing subdued. Only once she stopped resisting did the fingers slid out from her, slick from the artificial lubricant. Breathes came in short gasps from underneath the pillowcase. Her brief act of resistance had thrown the man on her chest off rhythm, stalled his orgasm. He moved one hand from her breast, letting it fall to the side, and applied pressure to her throat. The threat was clear. After a moment of almost-choking, her breasts were pushed together and the rocking began again.


“I just laid back and blacked out.” Janet remembered someone saying that once in a program. Impossible. Janet couldn’t black out, though she tried. Her temporary disabilities only heightened her sensitivity. Every broken touch was met with internal questioning. What next? What was happening? She could handle the titty-fucking, her boyfriend back home enjoyed that, but when she felt herself being opened and then stretched by a wide object, likely a dildo, she felt her eyes water. “Oh God, no more. No, more. God, God, God, please, get me out of here. Didn’t anyone see me getting pulled into this room?”


Her entrance was worked with the same momentum as the man on her chest. The furious pumping of her breast came as the pliable, blunt, object struck her cervix. The hand manipulating the dildo changed its strategy suddenly. It would fuck her in rhythm with the man on her chest sometimes, yes, but then randomly speed up and pound her insides from side to side like it was trying to find a way out. The fake cock would strike the sides of her entrance, pushing hard, then fall back into a slower pace. This continued for several minutes then the dildo was removed and fingers reinserted.


Two finger rubbed along the inside of her passage, then a third joined. Her entrance had opened more since they first probed her. Her walls, still resisting, were stretched. The assailant was satisfied. He added his pinky and thumb and began working his hand inside. Once the main width of his hand went through the wet and slightly bloody opening, he closed his hand into a fist inside of the woman.


The friction between her breasts caused by the man’s restless pumping began to make the flesh feel raw. When the other man below passed the majority of his hand inside her vaginia, her back arched and she began bucking again, this time in pain rather then in a desperate attempt to flee. Feeling his victim struggling and squirming, the man above ejaculated on her breasts and neck. He rocked a few times again on top of her then wiped some of his cum from her collar bone and, reaching under the pillowcase, smeared it on her nose and cheeks.


The man below continued fisting her as a tongue began lapping cum off the woman’s breasts and neck. Every time the woman inhaled she could smell the man’s salty cum. The tongue bit her already tender breast not just on the nipples but on the red flesh on the insides. Hands and fingers began to play with her arms.


The pumping below stopped and the hand withdrew its self from her body. Her hands were pulled upwards then released from their suspension, but still handcuffed, as she was flipped over onto her back. Two hands parted her ass cheeks. Again, cold liquid was squeezed out, this time on the little puckered hole. Her ass was still opened as a ball-like object was inserted into her anus. Then another. And another. She wiggled about until a naked man sat on her back, effectively pinning her down. The men stopped on the fifth or sixth ball, and the woman felt a cord drape between her legs. Her hips were lifted slightly as a long, thick, cold rod was inserted into her torn vaginia. The man on her back reached his hands under her and grabbed her breasts, massaging them lightly. Without warning the balls and rod inside of her ass and vaginia began vibrating rapidly, catchier her off guard, and causing her to scream under the gag. Her cries were met with a hand coming down on her buttocks hard. She whimpered as the hand left its first red mark on her skin. Another hand traced the outline of the more and disappeared as many more spanks came. Meanwhile the thick vibrator in her cunt was pumped at inhuman speed, almost all the way out then slammed back into her cervix. Between every five spanks or so, one of the vibrating balls on the string was pulled out. A drop of chilled liquid feel onto the base of her spine. She whimpered louder, tossing her head from side to side, not in pleasure but from the physical onslaught of physical sensations coupled with the deprivation of her other senses. All she could see was blackness. All she could her was the occasional loud grunt of the bed or one of her rapists. She could smell cum on her face, and taste the metal of the gag.


Her anus emptied as the last ball was yanked out. The man straddling her moved away. One of the men sat in front of her and grabbed her hands. She was pushed and bent upwards, on her knees. Her head was pushed between the other man’s legs who ground his member against her covered head. Hands pushed the cheeks apart again, and she felt has hands push against her skin slide slowly from her ass to her shoulder blades. The man behind her sharply thrust himself inside. He wasn’t as thick or long as the man who abused her breasts, but his member still stung against the raw flesh. Most of the lubricant had been lost from their game before and the man applied more drops on his dick as he pumped her.


Her vagina had been neglected until the man put the lube away. Both of his hands gripped her ass tightly as another man returned his attention to the toy inside her cunt. His thrusts were random in the beginning but became more in sync with the man using her ass. The vibrations from the rod in her vagina were appreciated by the stranger in her.


The man fucking her ass came before the man trying to relieve himself by the friction of the pillowcase. At the last moment he pulled himself out and let his semen dribble on her ass-cheeks and back. The man fucking her with the vibrator stopped as soon as the other man came, and the woman was flipped again on to her back.


Slowly, the pillow case was pushed up to her nose. The gag from her mouth was loosened and a knife touched the hole of her vagina. The ball gag was slowly released and taken out of her mouth, and the woman smelled a man’s dick near her face. She turned her head and opened her mouth, looking as if she was about to scream, but was slapped, shaken, and silenced by the men’s hands. The knife by her opening dripped back to her lower thigh and sliced the skin lightly. The blade dragged its was upwards across her belly and between her breasts to her throat. Janet cracked her mouth open enough to pass a paper clip.


One of the men pulled her head upwards and pushed his dick into her mouth. She reflexively tried to close her mouth and jerk away. Her thighs were smacked and the knife pressed now on her belly. She wanted to bite him. As soon as she had the thought, as if they could hear the thoughts in her mind, the cock withdrew itself. Another smell and body came to take it’s place. Something pressed her head back onto the bed and the smell engulfed her. It took her moments to understand that it was a woman sitting on her face demanding satisfaction. Janet lay still until the knife reminded her of its presence by touching her skin a little rougher. The woman above pushed her cheeks together roughly with one hand and lowered her head down to insert her tongue in Janet’s mouth. Spit dribbled as the woman pulled away from Janet’s face and again rubbed her cunt against Janet’s face.


Janet slowly peaked her tongue out and found the woman’s clit quickly. She touched it softly at first, feeling and tasting the woman’s pubic hairs in the way of the little hard nub. Slowly, mortified, Janet flicked her tongue across the peaked gathering of nerves. She took the other woman’s clit between her teeth lightly then moved her mouth down the woman’s opening. While her tongue dove in and wiggled inside the woman’s cunt, her nose rubbed her clit. The woman grabbed Janet’s head, digging her fingers through her hair and into her scalp, and began to mindless mash her pelvis into Janet’s face. Janet no longer was doing anything underneath the woman, but the woman didn’t seem to care or notice. Janet suddenly became aware that she was crying. The thought was fleeting for the woman on top had finished.


Hot. sticky slime suddenly hit Janet’s body and tricked down her stomach and legs. For a few moments nothing happened. The woman on top of her rolled off and nothing came to take her place. Eventually a pair of hands returned the ball gag to her mouth and pulled the pillowcase down to her shoulders.


After that, the hands stopped touching her. Without the physical contact forcing her to be able to think no further then the immediate future she was no able to wonder what their final abuse would be. Would they let her live? Where they going to kill her? Would they keep her alive? She started to panic. Where were they? She hated, hated, them touching her but now without them she was more afraid. She couldn’t tell where they were, if they were in the room or if she had been left alone for a maid to discover in the morning.


She tried to calm down under her frazzled thoughts and push aside the pain from her aching body. She laid still and tried to listen or feel if someone else was in the room. Minutes passed. Maybe ten or fifteen or perhaps only five.


She rolled over from back onto her stomach. When no one came to stop her from rolling onto the floor she assumed they had left her. She slammed her hands into the wall a few times and then dropped her head down onto the bed. The emotional onslaught of what had happened hit her in waves. Feelings of physical pain and exhaustion took a secondary place in her mind which continued to rationalize the situation. The maid will find her tomorrow, no later then 11 or so in the morning. Plus she was supposed to attend a presentation tomorrow. Someone would probably be looking for her tomorrow. Someone would notice she was missing. She took a few breaths, ended up catching the scent of her attackers, and began to sob.


The End?


I actually started to write a part two to this but… I am a terrible adult writer so. Feh. Oh well, I just wanted to know if I could do it.