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The van sped along, every so often flying round a corner making me grip harder with my knees to keep myself stable, my knees were aching now, they were hunched under my body, my arse in the air, my upper body and head still being pinned heavily to the floor, oh how I yearned to stretch out!!! My mind was still racing, I was still finding it very hard to focus, everything had happened so quickly, one minute I was all snuggled up in my coat sleeping the next I'm being dragged out of the car!! Where were we going?? What were they going to do to me?? Who were they?? Being deprived of my sight made all of my other senses very acute, I was trying to hear anything familiar, anything to put my fear to rest, but no one made a sound, all I could hear was the sound of the engine and my heart thumping!!! I was at this point finding it a struggle to breath due to the man leaning on top of me and the sheer fear factor!! I suddenly felt the van skid to a halt, my body moved forward in response. I heard the driver get out, and waited for the inevitable, the van door to open. The man pinning me down suddenly got up, dragging me along the van at the same time, pulling me out, my legs almost buckled under me as I stood, I could feel the cold damp ground beneath my feet, I remember thinking at the time..God I wish I had kept my shoes on!! Next the blanket was pulled from my head only to be replaced immediately by a hood, OMG no not a hood, please don't do this to me, I started hyperventilating, "get the hood off me now!!" "Fucking take it off" "I can't breath" With that someone grabbed my hair and pushed my head against the side of the van , the hood was pulled off, I breathed a huge sigh of relief but that was short lived, suddenly I felt someone taping my head, over and over, till my eyes were covered, then it went under my chin and was about to go over my mouth, panic once again took over I screamed " not my mouth don't put it over my mouth I won't be able to breath ( I have never been able to cope with gags) I was turned round sharply, my back pushed against the van now, I felt someone's hand gripping my throat forcing my head back, then their finger was pushed against my lips indicating to me to keep very quiet, he pushed it so hard I thought he was going to knock my teeth out, just to be sure I understood he slapped me hard twice across my face, I tried to shout out…ok ok..but it only came out in a whisper, I had got the message I had to stay quiet. At this point I was still wearing my nice warm coat, underneath all I had on was the tiniest pvc dress, a thong and holdups, why oh why hadn't I changed back to my jeans after the after party *sigh* Suddenly the hand released my throat, once again I was pulled round, I then felt someone gripping the shoulders of my coat trying to pull it off me, I struggled, I kept twisting and turning trying to shrug them off, the coat was yanked from my shoulders and pulled down as far as it could go, my tied hands prevented it coming off completely, I then felt someone pulling the bottom of my coat up and twisting it through my tied hands, I was then once again pushed up against the van. I felt so vulnerable and so so scared!!! I was left to stand their for a moment, my eyes were aching, the bandage was tied so tightly against them, my breathing was still out of control. I kept feeling a sob rising in my throat but it just stuck there. My mind still racing, I imagined being taken somewhere, being tied to a chair and tortured. At this point I just wanted it all to happen, I didn't care what happened, I just wanted it all to be over, and I so needed to see Mike. I so needed to know he was there, but I couldn't hear him coughing so he couldn't be. Oh please cough, just one cough, I need to know you're ok, I need to know this is not for real, please, please cough !! I was brought back to reality by someone pulling at the straps of my flimsy dress trying to yank them down, no please don't do that I so wanted to shout, but I didn't want to be gagged so I just whimpered like a baby, a bizarre thought came into my mind at that moment, please don't rip my dress, I love this dress, Michael loves me wearing this dress, why on earth was I worried about my dress??? I was powerless, I couldn't do anything to stop them. The dress was pulled down to my waist revealing my naked breasts, I so wanted to cover them, then to add to my shame my dress was yanked up to my middle, my holdups were ripped off me and shoved into the front of my thong, oh god the shame I felt!! Again it all went quiet, oh who was there I thought, I couldn't bear not to know, I had always thought myself an exhibitionist but at this point I just felt so vulnerable, so exposed. The assault on me began, my breasts were slapped, my nipples which must have been rock hard in the cold night air were pinched, pulled, every so often my head was pulled back by my hair, I struggled to move away from the onslaught, I wriggled and twisted, anything to try and protect myself, in my head I was screaming, please stop, please stop, I really don't like this!! A hand grabbed my tiny thong and viscously pulled it up sharply almost cutting me in two, I tried to cross my legs in attempt to thwart him, with that my legs were pulled apart one pinned between the legs of one of the kidnappers, my thong still being pulled sharply up, then someone started slapping my pussy hard, back up to my breasts I felt something hard slapping on my nipples, the pain was excruciating so I turned quickly and pressed myself up against the van in a vein attempt to protect myself, but that just made things worse someone then started trying to finger my arse, OMG this was my worst nightmare, and for all of you reading this and wondering did I get turned on by this, believe me that was the last thing on my mind, I just felt so vulnerable, dirty almost, panic stricken and utterly terrified. I don't know how long this went on for, time was playing tricks with me, everything seemed to be travelling in slow motion and full speed at the same time. 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