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sample abducted and raped "abductedandraped" story: Louise
clenched her legs again, but before long she had allowed her
legs to be parted a second time, her passion overriding her
better judgement. Not surprisingly Louise was having trouble
following the conversation, which lead Nicole to ask
solicitously, `Are you okay?'. `Fine thanks. Well actually,
I'm a bit tired', Louise extemporised. `Boyfriends are so
demanding aren't they? They can be quite exhausting!', Nicole
quipped with a sparkle.
Louise didn't fail to notice the silent exchange between
John and Nicole when she said that, and she realised that
there was definite double-entente behind the words. Could
they be lovers? Louise didn't pursue this thought, as she was
distracted by Andrew's fingers which were moving in intricate
patterns on her inner thighs just an inch from her panties.
It was very distracting! In fact, she found herself opening
her legs wider to encourage him with easier access. She knew
she ought to move his hand, but it was so nice, so tempting
to leave it there just a few seconds longer.
As Louise had secretly hoped, John and Nicole didn't stay
long, they were off to a friend's party. Andrew made use of
the of their standing up and leaving to advance that final
inch. Louise's gasp was lost in the noise of chair legs on
the wooden-floor and the background music. In spite of
Louise's attempts to act naturally, both John and Nicole
thought she looked a little strange as they left her: flushed
and bright-eyed, as though she were sickening for something.
Louise dared not make any obvious action to move his hand
with her friend standing over her to say goodbye, and by the
time that they had turned their backs, Andrew's fingers were
well into tracing their erotic tattoos over her pantie clad
pussy. Her instinctive clenching of her legs did nothing but
trap his hand most deliciously against her. His fingers still
found a little room to move with devastating effect. They
were alone now, and Louise had the freedom to engage in the
quiet moans and whimpers that her body was telling her it was
so necessary to make, as though they were some safety-value
which prevented a dangerous build-up of pleasure which would
otherwise drive her insane. The moans didn't travel to any of
the other booths, the juke-box music swallowed them up.
The pleasure that was washing through her from these
caresses was stronger than anything Louise had experienced
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