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ABDUCTION OF THE PRINCESS
by Rhett Dreams

Chapter One - The Abduction


The three men who would soon have a devastating effect on the life of
Sarah Greenberg met in the student apartment of their leader, Joe Finelli.
They were a curious threesome, sharing very little in background or interests
that would explain a partnership of any kind. And the alliance that had brought
together the three college students was extremely dangerous.

It was a shared desire for a beautiful Jewess, Sarah Greenberg, that was
behind their partnership. What began for all three men as a natural desire
for an astonishingly beautiful girl escalated into intense lust as each was
manipulated, used and discarded by the captivating girl. To put in simply, all three
wanted to fuck her brains out.

"She's a classic Jewish American Princess," said Marty Arnold, a twenty-
four year old graduate student. "Her father's the CEO of a large bank, and
is probably worth hundreds of millions. She's had everything---cars, clothes,
vacations at summer houses in Europe and the Bahamas. She is used to getting
anything she wants just by batting her eyelashes to daddy."

"She's a fuckin' bitch," offered Mike Jackson, "and I'm gonna see her bat
those eyelashes while she sucks my black cock!" Twenty-year old Mike got to
this prestigious up-state New York college from an unlikely start in the South
Bronx on the strength of an uncannily accurate three-point shot and a 1,300-
point score on his SATs.

Marty continued, now used to Mike's succinct and usually coarse
interruptions. "She'll be married to some rich Jewish investment banker shortly
after college. They'll have separate rooms, fuck once a week, and live mostly
separate lives. She has no use for a working class Jew like me, or a Catholic
wop like Joe here. And her father would have a heart attack if he even suspected
she was friendly with a black man."

"She had use for you, Marty, when she needed tutoring in the computer
science course," said Joe, the third member of the group. "And when she
needed Mike here for after-hours access to the gym. She was real friendly then. And
with me when she just had to have a different dorm room, and lied about her
roommate being a dyke to convince me." Joe was a twenty-four year old senior,
having spent three years in the Army before discovering that he was much
brighter than the college-educated officers who he had to serve under.

The three men were silent as each recalled the episodes that brought them in
close contact with the girl. Marty remembered how she touched him, lightly on
the arm, and looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes, when she pleaded for
him to work with her. He also remembered how wonderfully she smelled as they
sat close together in the library and reviewed her mixed up course notes.
Most of all he remembered the undisguised look of disgust on her face when he asked
her out towards the end of the term.

The others had similar experiences. When you had something she wanted,
she used her considerable charm to get it. She had a way of suggesting more,
with just a look of a touch, that disappeared when she had what she needed.
It was a combination of things that made Sarah so desirable, reflected Joe. Her
dark luminous eyes were so big and expressive that you got lost in them.
High cheek bones, full sensuous lips and flawless, slightly olive complexion. Her
body was slender in all the right places, and curvy in all the others. She
just radiated sex appeal. Joe ended the silent reflections after thirty seconds
had gone by. He reviewed the plan once again, checking off each detail as he went,
reviewing timetables and actions just like he had done in the Special
Forces. A few minor enhancements were discussed and adopted. Before they finished, Joe
reiterated that this could very easily result in jail time for all of them.
Each man acknowledged the risk and firmly supported going ahead. They left Joe's
apartment separately, being sure that nobody ever saw them together.

At 6:30am on Wednesday, Sarah Greenberg finished lacing her running
shoes, tied her shoulder length jet-black hair into a pony tail and left her dorm
room for her twice-a-week jog. She was blessed with a healthy, athletic body
and worked hard to keep herself in shape. In addition to running, she used
the gym two nights a week for exercise and ballet practice. She enjoyed very
much seeing herself in the mirrors of the exercise room as she stretched one of
her long, perfectly-shaped legs along the bar, or as she danced across the room.
She also knew the effect she had on Mike, the black guy, and she purposely left
the door open so he could see her from his office. She jogged down the stairs
and began her early-morning run.

At 6:35, Marty Arnold used a master key to enter Sarah's now empty room.
Sitting at her desk he started her PC and logged onto the campus e-mail
system, using Sarah's password. It was awkward typing with surgical gloves on, but
it was important not to leave any sign of his presence. It took him less than
five minutes to send two mail messages in Sarah's name, using her account and
prose style. One was to her father, saying that she wasn't coming home this
weekend, but rather was going to find a hotel room and spend the weekend studying for
final exams. The other was to one of Sarah's only close friend on campus, saying
that she was taking off on a romantic "adventure". After piling some of Sarah's
clothes, her makeup kit and her purse into a suitcase (designer of course),
he quietly let himself out and was gone.

At 6:40, Sarah rounded a corner on her run, and wondered to herself why a
van was parked in this remote area of the campus, off the path that was restricted
to bikes, runners and skaters. As she continued jogging she noticed Joe Finelli
jogging in the opposite direction, towards her. He smiled and slowed as the two
of them converged, and Sarah could find no excuse for just running on. When
she stopped, he drove a fist onto her solar plexus, stunning the girl and dropping
her to her knees. She struggled to even take a breath much less cry out, and
seconds later felt a cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose. The odor
was foul, but she had no strength to fight it, and in a few short seconds lost
consciousness.

The side door to the van slide open and Mike jumped out to help Joe drag
the girl into the van. After the girl was deposited inside, the door was closed
and Mike ran around the front and climbed into the drivers seat. It had taken less
than fifteen seconds from the moment Sarah had first seen Joe to the point when
Mike started the ignition. Mike drove the van down a back road and off the
campus. Joe stayed long enough to smooth over any trace of the van's tracks
before continuing on his run.

Joe made sure he was seen at the coffee shop the hangout for early morning
students. Marty slipped unnoticed back into his dorm suite, quickly undressed
and climbed back into bed, where he would be "woken" forty-five minutes later
by his roommate. The abduction was complete.

Several hours later, a tall, slender black-haired woman wearing sun glasses
checked into a hotel using Sarah Greenberg's credit card. Making herself as
conspicuous as possible, she later ordered take-out food, also charged to Sarah's
card, and had the delivery man come into her room while they finished the
transaction. Strewn around the room were books, notebooks, papers and other
evidence of a long study effort.

In a remote rural area, Mike drove the van up to an empty house. The hand
lettered "For Sale or Rent" sign was the only indication that anyone cared about
this slovenly bungalow. Joe and he had spent many days finding a suitable
place, and had decided on this one after a casual conversation with a real estate
agent in the local watering hole. The broker had derided the out-of-townowners
who were insisting on twice the price than the local market would accept.As a
result, none of the brokers in town would embarrass themselves by showing it to
a prospective buyer or renter.

After parking the van in the garage and shutting the door, Mike jimmied the
simple lock on the door between the house and the garage, and entered the house
to complete preparations. They had decided that the living room was the best
site for their taking of Sarah. It was by far the largest room in the house,and had
exposed beam ceiling that would prove useful. Mike nailed up heavy blankets
over the windows to this and the adjoining room, to keep the light from
attracting any neighbors, and to provide some additional soundproofing. It took
several more trips to the van to bring in additional supplies: blankets and towels,
the video camera and tripod, food and drink, ropes and hooks, two plastic chairs
and the box of lingerie and sex toys they had acquired. He went to work bolting
a large hook into a beam in the ceiling and testing the ropes until he was sure
they worked right. Then he dragged a double bed mattress from a bedroom to
the living room.

Finally, he was ready for the girl. Slipping his arms under hers, he pulled
the unconscious girl from the van and dragged her from the garage to the living
room. He knew it would be several hours, at the earliest, before she would be
free of the effects of the chloroform. Laying her on the mattress, he took his
time now, relishing this part of the preparations. He began undressing her,
starting with her running shoes and socks. He then spent several minutes
caressing her long, smooth legs, remembering how she flaunted her legs when
she exercised and danced at the gym. Her T-shirt was next, followed by her
sports bra. His spent several minutes enjoying her medium-sized breasts with his
hands, lips and tongue. Finally, he slipped her running shorts and panties down
her long legs and off. She had a neatly trimmed black bush that almost
completely obscured her pussy.

"That's gotta go," muttered Mike. He left the girl and drew a bowl full of
hot water from the kitchen and retrieved the shaving gear brought along for this
purpose: scissors, razor, shaving gel and skin lotion. Working very carefully, he
first trimmed her pubic hair down to a course stub. Then he moistened the
remaining hair and lathered it thoroughly. Ten minutes later, she was completely
bare, the thick, pouty lips of her quim how quite visible.

He collected her discarded clothes and packed them away in a box, then
returned with the box of lingerie. It was difficult, and occasionally comical, as
he dressed the unconscious girl. Black stockings to mid-thigh attached to
garters. A tight leather corset that stopped just under her nipples, cupping her
firm breasts and pushing them together and upwards so they looked like firm
fruit. To her wrists and ankles he attached leather restraints with D rings. A
similar choker went around her narrow neck. At this point he rolled the girl
over, and paused to enjoy the sight and feel of her firm, round ass. He attached
the D rings at her wrists to the rings on the ropes leading up to a central ring,
then up to the hook in the ceiling. He tested the system and made the necessary
adjustments so he could pull the single rope going up to the hook and have the
two ropes that were fastened to Sarah pull as one to lift the girl off the ground.
After she was fully extended, her arms over her head, he wound the other end of
the rope around a massive iron radiator.

Mike stepped back to enjoy the sight. Sarah was now vertical, more or less
in the middle of the room. Her head lolled down on her chest, her black hair
cascading down over the uplifted brown-tipped breasts. Her legs were apart,
tapering down to her stocking-covered feet which were perhaps thirty inches
apart. He would later fasten the D rings at her ankles to blocks nailed into the
floor, but that was unnecessary now.

Joe and Marty left campus after their afternoon classes were over, met each
other in an underground garage, and rode out to the country in a single car.
Marty had the suitcase he had taken from Sarah's room, minus the sunglasses
and designer jacket he had loaned to the girl who posed as Sarah. Sandra Wilson
was her name, and she was quite willing to help out against the bitch who had
told Joe, and several others, that she was gay.

"Everything okay?" asked Marty, nervously.

"We'll see," answered Joe. They arrived at the house twenty minutes later,
not seeing a soul as they turned off the rural road and down the load dirt
driveway. Marty hopped out to open the garage, then followed Joe's car in and
closed the door.

"My God!" uttered Marty as he walked into the living room and saw the girl
of his dreams suspended from the ceiling, her breasts and pussy visible.

"Nice work, Mike," added Joe as he followed Marty to the middle of the
room in front of the girl.

"I especially like this," he added, reaching his hand between the girl's legs
and cupping her bare pussy.

"Yeah, she looks like the slut we're gonna turn her into," answered Mike.
Joe checked her pulse then lifted her head off her chest and used his thumbs to
pry open her eyelids. He grunted approval and moved off to retrieve something
from his bag.

"She'd probably sleep for another ten-twelve hours if we let her," he said,
pausing and glancing at the other two guys before adding, "but we don't want to
let her, do we?" A big easy smile crossed Mike's face as he shook his head.
Marty's lips tightened into a thin line as he said, "No, let's get on with it." He
was clearly the most nervous about this abduction and what was to follow, but
no less committed to the plan.

Joe opened a medical kit and unsheathed a syringe. He turned a medicine
bottle upside down and stuck the needle in, drawing a dose of the amber liquid.
"This'll help revive her, and it'll also work on the king-sized headache she'd
otherwise have when she wakes." Joe found a good vein and swabbed the skin
before inserting the needle. After the injection, he taped a cotton ball against the
tiny hole and they waited. Several minutes later, Joe approached Sarah and
broke a capsule under her nose. Her normal breathing sucked the irritating and
reviving vapors into her nose and lungs. She coughed and hacked, her body
twisting away from the source of the irritant. The eyes stayed closed, however,
and she soon returned to her previous dead sleep.

"Step behind her, Mike, and hold her head up," suggested Joe. "If you can
keep her stationary, one more capsule ought to do it." It did. She came out of her
drug induced sleep after Joe and broke another capsule under her nose, and kept
it in position to release the vapors into her nose. Her instinctive attempts to
evade the irritating smell were nullified by Mike's grip on her head. Her eyelids
fluttered open once, drew closed again when they proved too heavy to lift, then
opened again as her body was shocked into recovery by the drugs.

"What... where am I?" she demanded, just before a coughing fit made it
impossible for the girl to say more. Joe took one step back and waited for her to
finish. "Jesus... what am I... why am I... shit, I know you... you hit me... you're
going to jail for this, asshole!" She ranted for a few more seconds before Joe
slapped her full across the face. This shocked her into silence, and then she
noticed how she was restrained, and dressed. Horror and surprise crossed her
features.

"Why are you here? Well, that make take a few minutes to explain. But I'll
get right to the point. You are here, Sarah Greenberg, so that my friends and I
can fuck you silly. Yes, we are going to rape you. And if you give us any
trouble, we're going to do all sorts of nasty things to you until you cooperate
fully." Sarah's mouth dropped open as he spoke, and her eyes darted to the other
men, up to see the ropes holding her, down to see her slutty attire. Fear, then
anger showed in her eyes.

"You... you... can't do this..." Joe slapped her again. Tears welled in her
eyes, and she spit out, "My dad will have you.." Another slap silenced the girl,
and she stared at Joe with a combination of hatred and petulance.

"Your dad thinks you've rented a hotel room to get away from the other
students and study for finals. Daddy has no idea that his precious little girl is
dressed up like a common whore, about to service three men." Joe glanced over
at Marty and said, "What do you think, Marty, what would Sarah's Daddy think
of his daughter dressed like this?"

"My guess is, he'd be shocked," replied Marty.

"For a second maybe," added Mike, "then he'd want a little piece of this
cunt hisself." The girl's eyes darted from one face to another, and her eyes
widened in shock at this last comment.

"Would he now?" mused Joe. "Sarah, what do you think?" He took a half-
step forward and grabbed a breast roughly in his hand. "Would the sight of his
little girl's naked breasts turn Daddy on?" She gasped and tried to kick out at
Joe, only then realizing that her feet were somehow immobilized. "Yes, I think
these lovely breasts would turn on anybody," continued Joe as if there had been
no interruption. He now had a nipple between his fingers and was rolling it and
pulling on it. The nipple became quite erect. "But the clincher for daddy would
be this," said Joe as his free hand cupped her bare pussy. The girl's eyes went
wide as she realized that they had shaved her pussy hair, and her futile
struggles began anew.

"No...No... No..." she cried and twisted her body in an attempt to avoid the
contact of Joe's hands on her breast and pussy. After a minute she stopped
struggling, dropped her forward and began crying. Her shoulders shook as she
cried uncontrollably. After a minute, Joe motioned for Marty to move behind
her. Marty did, and gently gathered the weeping girl's hair into a thick ponytail
and used his hold on that to pull her head up. Joe moved right up against
the girl and used a tissue to gently wipe away the tears from her face.

"Are you all right now?" asked Joe. Her only answer was to spit directly
into Joe's face. Joe stepped back, wiped off the spittle, and said to Mike, "I think
she's gonna need some encouragement." Mike nodded and went searching for
something in their supplies.

"Let me clarify your situation, and our plans for you," said Joe.
"Nobody knows where you are, and nobody knows you're missing. You will be here for
the next five nights. We will return you to your dorm Monday morning, in
plenty of time for final exams, or to call the police or your Daddy to have us
arrested. We think we've covered our tracks pretty well but it'll be your choice.
Over the next five days and nights you will have only two choices. You can
continue to fight us, and we will punish you and rape you senseless. Your
second choice is to cooperate. Either way, you'll have cocks in your mouth, in
your pussy and up your ass. Make no mistake about it, it'll be far more pleasant
for you if you cooperate. Do you understand your choices?" The girl stared
angrily at Joe, her mouth set in a firm line.

Then she said, "You don't understand, you little nazi shit. My father won't
care if you've covered your tracks or not. If we can't win in court, or decide its
too much trouble, he'll just hire some low-lifes to take care of you and your
asshole friends. But if you come to your senses and let me go now, well maybe--
-" Sarah never finished. Mike had found a long paddle and was now positioned
behind her to one side, with Marty on the other, still gripping her hair to hold
her head up in position. Joe nodded to Mike and he delivered a sharp blow to her
ass. The girl screeched and her body shook. Another blow landed a few
seconds later. Then another. After ten blows the girl was sobbing hysterically,
crying for Mike to stop.

"Oh, please, no more... I can't take it..." Joe motioned for Mike to stop. He
moved forward again and lowered himself until he was sitting on the floor, his
legs straight out, between hers, and his mouth even with her pussy. He scooted
forward until his mouth was on her pussy and darted his tongue out to flick it
back and forth across the pouty lips of her cunt. She had just enough slack in the
ropes to pull back away from his tongue, but Mike placed the paddle against her
red, sore ass and she instantly moved back forward. Mike's tongue entered her
pussy and began teasing her clit, then stabbing deep into her hole. Marty used
his free hand to gently caress her breast and to roll her erect nipple between his
fingers. Mike kept the paddle pressed to her ass and used his free hand on
her other breast.

Despite her terror, the girl's body betrayed her and began responding. Her
breath quickened as the three-way attack continued. The pleasure coming from
her pussy was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She tried to fight
it, but it was building too powerfully. It was a wave of pleasure that flowed
through her entire body, building in intensity toward climax. Her eyes were closed,
her lips parted slightly and the tip of her tongue darted out and wet her lips.
When she came her entire body shook and she cried out in unmistakable pleasure.
Joe gave her a minute to recover.

Once again standing in front of her, he asked, "Do you now understand your
choices?" Her lovely breasts still rising and falling from the most powerful
orgasm of her life, she blushed and lowered her eyes. When she didn't
respond, Joe nodded to Mike who swatted her ass again with the paddle.

"Owww," cried the girl, then, "No, please stop... I... I understand."

"Good. What'll it be?"

"I'll cooperate... but..." she didn't finish the thought, her eyes filling with
tears again. She swallowed hard, lowered her eyes and continued, "I've
never... um... been with a man before."

"What?" said Joe, genuinely surprised. Mike uttered something under
his breath that sounded like, "holy shit!"

"You're a virgin?" asked Marty, some care for the girl coming into
his tone.

"Yes," she replied. "I never been... touched... before today."

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