AudioTaboo

Note: I started this blog several years ago. I wrote eight posts and hired somebody to do the recordings, which I also posted. Then I did nothing for a long time. Recently, I got interested again. So here is my latest story. Or part of a story. If you read them all you will see I have a particular fantasy and it seems to repeat itself. I have not got anybody to make a recording of this post yet. If would like to make an audio recording of this post I will pay you 50 American dollars. Use the contact form to reach me. As always, remember that this is fiction only. In my opinion, if this story were ever to happen in real life, and I truly hope it never does, the men would rightfully deserve to spend the rest of their life in prison.

Jill

aaaaaSomething was wrong. Very wrong. I felt my eyes open but everything remained completely black. I blinked and felt my eyelashes rubbing fabric. My hands were raised above my head and there was intense pain in my shoulders and wrists. I tried to pull my arms down to my side and could not do it. A rope seemed to be cutting off the circulation to my hands. I realized my feet were touching the floor and I stood up. With my stilettos underneath me I became three inches taller and the pain subsided slightly. I tried to walk but could not go more than a foot in any direction. I tried to scream but only a muffled “Huummff!” came out. There was something in my mouth, a rubber sphere slightly larger than a golf ball. I could not spit it out. Panicking now, I was forced to conclude that there was a blindfold over my eyes and a ball gag in my mouth. My hands were above my head, tied together by a rope which was in turn tied to something a few feet above me. I had no idea where I was.
aaaaaI tried to remember how I had come to be in this situation. My recent memory seemed quite foggy. Candy and I had been at the party, dancing and having fun. Then we had walked back to our dorm room together…hadn’t we? I strained my mind and a few seconds came floating back to me, Candy running away as fast as she could while looking back over her shoulder with terror in her eyes. She had still been wearing the outfit I had helped her pick out: a form-fitting white tee shirt so thin it wears easy to see the skimpy red bra underneath it; jeans so tight they may as well have been painted onto her legs; three inch silver heels (on loan from me); and a skimpy red thong on blatant display in the three inches between the top of the jeans and the bottom of the tee shirt.
aaaaaWhen I had helped her pick that outfit she had asked me, “Vicky, are you sure the guys at the party are going to like this.”
aaaaaI had replied, “Candy, I’ll tell you this bluntly…if you wear that outfit to the party every guy there is going to want to fuck you. We can tone it down a little if you want.”
aaaaaShe had giggled and said, “Um, no. I think that is what I want. I mean, I don’t want them all to…fuck me. But it’s sort of exciting that I can make them think about it. Is that ok?”
aaaaa“Of course it’s ok Honey! It is one of the best thins about being a young little hottie like yourself.”
aaaaaCandy had certainly achieved her goal. I had seen the guys at the party all crowded around her trying to get into her pants. I knew they would be shocked if they found out how innocent she really was. Candy was a first generation Vietnamese American. Improbably, her parents had chosen to settle in Fargo, North Dakota. She had told me that in her lifetime she had kissed four boys. To my knowledge that was the extent of her sexual experience. I got the feeling she would gladly have “gone all the way,” as she put it; her parents just did not let her out of the house very much. They had homeschooled her since fourth grade when they decided the other kids were having a bad influence on her. How she had ever convinced them to let go to college so far away from home is still a mystery to me.
aaaaaSince she had become my roommate six weeks earlier I had taken it upon myself to educate her about all things sexual. I guessed her parents must have at least let her read ‘What is Happening to my Body?’ Book for Girls, or something similar, since she did seem to understand the basic mechanics of sex and where babies came from. However, her ‘everyday knowledge,’ things that most people pick up by going to high school with a bunch of other teenagers, was shockingly minimal. As far as I could tell, until she had met me, Candy had only ever seen drawings of erect penises, never photographs and certainly not an actual one. The day after we had moved into our dorm room we had found a pornographic magazine under one of the mattresses; the room had housed men the semester before and the magazine had been left behind. It had been open to a page featuring a woman holding a gloriously erect penis with semen dangling from the end. I made a comment about it being a very fine hard on. Candy had asked, “Oh, is that what it is called when they get big and stand up like that? A ‘hard on?’” I had smiled and confirmed what it meant. Candy had then asked, “What is that stuff on the end? Is it frosting? Is she licking it off?” I had explained. Candy blushed and said, “I did not know that much came out. I thought it was a only drop the size of a pea that came out.”
aaaaaI pulled my mind back to the present and focused on my current predicament. I was obviously in a great deal of trouble. I could not remember how had gotten to my current location though I figured that was not too important at the moment. The important thing was to get somewhere safe as quickly as possible. Once again I pulled on the rope holing my hands above my head. It was tight around my wrist. The more I struggled the more the rope cut off my circulation.
aaaaaMy efforts did not go unnoticed. From only a few feet away a gruff male voice said, “Hey, this one is awake now.”
aaaaaFrom a few feet farther away a second, deeper male voice said, “Yeh, that drug was supposed to supposed to knock them out for quite a while. But, according to the guys I got it from, when they wake up, they wake up fast.”
aaaaa“Fucking awesome,” said the first male voice. “I want them awake now. I can’t believe we’re finally here. It’s been months since we thought of this. You really think it’s gonna be worth the forty grand we spent?”
aaaaa“Positive. I’m thinking we reward ourselves for all our hard work with these two here and then we start things right up. With the right customers we can charge say…$5000 per girl. We let the customer have them for forty-eight hours. We can charge more when they have special request: specific ethnicities, specific height and weight requirements, specific age requirements, that sort of thing. We’ll make our money back in no time.”
aaaaa“Yeh, I think that sounds about right. We reward ourselves first though. Damn! We got lucky! These were the two hottest girls at that party. Or…did we get lucky? Do you think it is always going to be that easy?”
aaaaa“I’m not sure. The hottest girls do tend to be the dumbest girls. So maybe it will be easier than we thought. You’re definitely right though; these were the two hottest girls at that party.”
aaaaa“No fucking kidding! Just look at the tits on Redhead here,” said the man closer to me with the gruff voice.
aaaaa“Beautiful tits.”
aaaaaMy heart was threatening to beat its way out of my chest now. I began sniffling and hyperventilating. These men were talking about my breasts as though they thought I could not hear them…at least that is what I thought at first. After I moment I realized they knew perfectly well that I could hear them. They wanted me to hear everything they were saying.
aaaaa“You know what I’ve realized since we came up with this plan?” asked the gruff voice to his friend.
aaaaa“What is that?”
aaaaa“Well, I assumed the best part of this whole plan would be the ‘main event,’ so to speak. I am sure that is true. But now I am thinking that some of the psychological stuff is almost as big a turn on.”
aaaaa“Psychological stuff? How so?”
aaaaa“Well, she just heard us say we liked her tits. Then she started to panic. Even more than she was already panicking. She can’t stop herself from thinking about what is going to be happening to her tits in the near future. It is giving me one hell of an hard on.”
aaaaa“Oh, I totally agree. But imagine how much she would would be panicking if we had been talking about…HER CUNT!”
Despite the gag in my mouth and the blindfold over my eyes I began to sob now. The men howled with laughter.
aaaaa“Ok, so show me how everything works again,” said the gruff voice.
aaaaa“Alright. The buttons on the top here control the collars. The red buttons control Red’s collar. The yellow buttons control Asia’s collar.”
aaaaa“The yellow buttons control Asia’s collar? That’s a little racist don’t you think?”
aaaaa“Ha ha wise ass! With what we’re about going to do your concerned about being a racist! No, the colors are purely coincidental. We’re sadists and masochist and…Ok, I’m not sure the medical term for what we are but I don’t believe we’re racists.”
aaaaa“I believe you and I both have paraphilic coercive disorder. It is also called biastophilia, if I am not mistaken.”
aaaaa“What the hell man …? ”
aaaaa“I looked it up on Wikipedia.”
aaaaa“Fine,” laughed the deep voice. “We’re equal opportunity…biastophiliasts. You happy asshole?”
aaaaa“Very. Please continue.”
aaaaa“As I was saying the buttons on the top control the collars.”
aaaaaI realized suddenly I could feel something around my throat. Something that had not been there the night before. It was cold and went all the way around. Two metal prongs seemed to be digging into the sling on the side of my neck.
aaaaa“I designed the collars myself. They are basically a combination between an electric dog collar and a taser. Press the right button and your girl gets tased. It is extremely painful but non-lethal. Watch…”
aaaaaI heard a button click and a jolt of electricity shot into my neck. Every muscle in my body seemed to spasm at the same time. I knew that if I were not being held up I would have fallen to the floor rigid as a board. It was the most painful physical experience of my life.
aaaaaDeep Voice continued speaking. “The effects are memorable but they wear off quickly. The shocks are not actually as powerful as the tasers the cops use since we may want to use them more often than the cops use them and we don’t actually want to kill the girls, just coerce them. The collars are made of steel and can not be removed without the keys which we are keeping in the cabin above ground. Also, I have programmed them to fire automatically, once every minute, if they are ever taken above ground.”
aaaaa“So, when we want to release these two, we have to go upstairs, get the keys, and come back down.”
aaaaa“Right.”
aaaaa“Ok. Now tell me what the other buttons do.”
aaaaa“The other buttons control the chair that Asia is in now. Watch what happens when I press this button here.”
aaaaaI heard another button click a somewhere a few feet away from me I heard and the hum of of an electric motor for about four seconds.
aaaaa“Fuck! That is the most fucked up thing I have ever seen. I love it! It spreads her legs for you.”
aaaaa“Yeh. It spreads her legs apart and holds them like that. You can spread them as wide as you want.”
aaaaa“Will she be able to close them at all?”
aaaaa“No. With the way her legs are strapped down she won’t be able to close them by half a degree. And she would need to have muscles like Hulk to break the machine.”
aaaaa“Ok, that’s the chair. We’re ready to go now I think. So you’ll let me go first? I’m ready to go. I think I’ll take Asia here if that is ok with you. I want her to wake up first though.”
aaaaa“That fine. We can wait a little longer. I actually want to try some of your psych stuff on Red here.”
aaaaaI heard the men moving around the room now. A moment later I felt fingers against my cheek and the ball gag fell out of my mouth.
aaaaa“Please don’t hurt me,” I begged the instant I could talk. “I swear I won’t tell anybody about this. You can just let me go.”
aaaaa“Shut up,” said the deep voice from directly in front of me. “I know you did not like it when I shocked you before. Now, I want you to answer my questions. Answer them honestly or I will shock you again. Do you understand?”
aaaaaI nodded.
aaaaa“Say it!”
aaaaa“I understand,” I wept.
aaaaa“Where are you now?”
aaaaa“I do no know. I am sorry. I really do not know.”
aaaaa“Take your best guess. Where do you think you are?”
aaaaa“I think we are in room somewhere underground.”
aaaaa“How do you think you got here?”
aaaaa“I think you abducted me from my college.”
aaaaa“Correct so far. Who else is here?”
aaaaa“Uh, you are here and there is another man and I…I think my roommate Candy is here too.”
aaaaa“What is going to happen to you here?”
aaaaa“I do not know.”
aaaaaAnother jolt of electricity shot into my neck. I never wanted to feel a shock from that collar again. If it was less powerful than the shocks used by the police I vowed I would never ever commit a crime in my life.
aaaaa“You do know what is going to happen to you here,” said Deep Voice. “You have not stopped thinking about it since you woke up. You just don’t want to say it. Try again. What is going to happen to you here?”
aaaaa“We are going to get…raped,” I said very quietly.
aaaaa“Louder!”
aaaaa“We are going to get raped,” I sobbed again.
aaaaa“Louder!”
aaaaa“We are going to get raped!” I screamed.