Ravished

Ravished

By

Fawn Lowery

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To Tina. Thanks for the support.

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ilvia watched the ocean roll in, sweep across the white sand and recoil, dragging tiny grains of sand and fragments of sun-bleached seashells into its unfathomable depths. The motion was slow, seductive, mesmerizing. It aroused her feminine senses. She sighed and stretched her legs out upon the warm beach so they could catch the late afternoon sunshine. Further down the beach a man’s voice rose in laughter. Her attention was drawn to the deep mellow tone. John was supposed to have been with her, but at the last minute he had cancelled, saying only that he was needed at the office. Her ire rose just remembering their conversation. She stood at the airport, ticket in hand, cell phone pressed to her ear. The plane leaves in an hour, John. I’m sorry. She gritted her teeth. Damn him! He ruined every vacation with his allegiance to his job, either tending to matters over the phone, or, as in this incidence, canceling altogether. I’m going without you. It took all her courage to issue that statement, to defy the upper hand he 1

Fawn Lowery held over her since their marriage ten years ago. The trip to the coast had been scheduled for almost three months and for as long, John had been promising he would go, they would lie on the beach, drink martinis until they were drunk and have nightly bouts of heated sex play. There had even been talk of finding a third person— preferably male—to join them. She flushed remembering the night she had brought up the subject. She had found the courage to make the suggestion because she feared that perhaps John might be becoming bored with their mundane sex life and that was why he paid so much attention to his work. Then there was the time, when in the heated throes of passion, she bravely proclaimed, “Ravish me John! Ravish my body until I can’t stand it any longer!” He had looked at her strangely when she made the suggestion, but he hadn’t spoken his disapproval of the notion. Nor had he offered any fantasy of his own. She shrugged her shoulders. Perhaps he too suffered from a bit of embarrassment about sex—though, on occasion, he seemed rather inventive in the bedroom when they made love. Several of their friends had divorced lately. She bit her bottom lip. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come on the trip without John. Perhaps her rash decision served only to reinforce his thinking that he was tired of being married to her. 2

Ravished Tears burned the back of her eyes. Just that morning she had been so distraught over spending the vacation alone that she had remarked to the handsome man at the front desk at the hotel how she wished she had company for the day. He smiled and raised one eyebrow, giving her the notion that he might be interested in fulfilling her fancy. She combed one hand through her hair. Could I be unfaithful to John? No. She would have to be content with spending the day laying in the sun and the evenings gazing at the stars from the tiny balcony off her room, alone. While she was still very attractive for a woman her age, she had long ago given up on having thoughts of fantasy. Ten years of marriage was an accomplishment she was proud of or at least she had been until John started spending so much time at the office. If John is tired of me then I’ll just have to accept the fact. A terrible thought stung her insides. God! Surely he isn’t having an affair. She forced the thought from her mind and turned her eyes out over the blue water, fixing her gaze on the tiny tree covered island off in the distance. She had teasingly divulged to John that she would like to take a small boat out to the island and perhaps have an evening picnic then spend the remainder of the night having sex on the sand. 3

Fawn Lowery But of course that’s not going to happen. She levered herself up and began gathering the things she had brought with her from the hotel, the tube of suntan lotion, the thick white towel to dry herself with should she become brave enough to venture into the water and the romance novel she had yet to begin reading. She stuffed everything into the brightly flowered beach bag she had purchased just for the trip and rolled onto her knees, preparing to get to her feet. Suddenly a moving object directly beside her grabbed her attention. She darted her gaze round, glimpsed a shadowy blur then opened her mouth to scream just as something dark and suffocating was pulled over her head. A shaft of fright shot through her body as she was physically pushed back on the sand. She blinked her eyes against the black cloth covering her face and released a blood-curdling scream. Things seemed to happen very quickly then. Hands were on her shoulders, spanning her waist, sliding along her buttocks, grasping her ankles. She was lifted and jostled along, a pair of hands clamped just beneath her breasts, her head and upper shoulders were pressed into a sturdy wall of muscled flesh while hands wrapped around her ankles. She knew she was being carried along the beach—she could make out the sounds of feet trying to run in the soft sand. Her heart hammered 4

Ravished against her ribs. “Help! Help me!” “Quiet!” She froze at the sound of the low voice just above her head. It sounded menacing and made her even more fearful of what was happening to her. Two men are kidnapping me! The thought jarred her emotions. She had been warned of such things in foreign countries—but this was Florida for God’s sake! She should be safe in her native country! Her thoughts ran wildly as she was carried along suspended by her ankles and the strong arms clasped around her upper body. She tried to jerk her legs free, but the hands on her ankles held her fast. She felt her breasts jiggling as the two ran clutching her body and a sharp pain stabbed at her stomach, making her think she was going to throw up any second. Just when she was starting to think that her captors would never stop their incessant jogging along the beach, or that her body was surely going to be pulled in half from the rigorous actions she was subjected to, she was lifted up and placed upon something quite solid, a table or perhaps a wooden contraption totally unfamiliar to her. She made to sit up, but found she had to scuffle with a pair of hands that proceeded to hold her body in a rather compromising position. Her breasts were tipped forward and her legs splayed open as she 5

Fawn Lowery tried to fend off her captor. Finally, giving in to the enormous strength exerted against her, she relented and became still. The object she had been laid on began to move and momentarily she realized she had been placed aboard a boat, a small craft without benefit of a motor. She could hear the swishing noise of an oar as it propelled them along through the water. Momentarily the boat rocked against the onslaught of waves as the rower attempted to head out to sea. “Oh no!” Silvia screamed. She lurched upward, only to be shoved back and pinned by a sturdy leg across her mid-section. “Is it money you want? I’m not rich—but I could pay a little.” She strained her ears, listening for a reply to her query. Her plea went unanswered, but a warm hand suddenly replaced the powerful knee holding her against the bottom of the small boat. She sucked in a quick breath. The hand pressed against her stomach then began gradually inching upward, until long fingers circled her right breast. Silvia lay frozen, scared to move or make any verbal objection. Is that it then? Am I going to be raped? Has a pair of sex maniacs abducted me? The fingers fondled her breast then inched beneath the filmy cup of her swimsuit and pinched her nipple. Quickly, she jerked her arm up, dislodging the hand from her body. The owner of the hand emitted a low chuckle. 6

Ravished The small boat lurched suddenly, throwing Silvia forward. The top of her head met an immovable force, making her yelp in pain and bringing a spray of silver stars to her vision. She moaned as a wave of blackness threatened to overtake her brain. Confusion rose then suddenly gave way to the consuming darkness. A second of relief filtered through her mind. Perhaps it would be better to be unconscious—the terror of the ordeal would be momentarily relieved. She was vividly aware of her strength flagging, her arms and legs growing heavy as though she was about to faint, but her wish was not to be fulfilled. The blackness began to clear. Her vision wavered then brightened. She was lifted up and hoisted across a sturdy shoulder. Revived somewhat from her fit of near fainting, she was in too much pain to make any attempt at escaping. She merely hung suspended, draped unattractively across her captor’s shoulder, her arms and legs dangling helplessly as he walked along. God only knows what will happen to me. Her temples pounding—she wondered if she might have a concussion as well as being on the verge of being raped. Her captor halted suddenly and unceremoniously her body was lowered. Groping hands caught her wrists and ankles as her back settled onto something soft. 7

Fawn Lowery Unable to think straight—the pain in her head was immense—she tried to blink her eyes, tried to clear away the cobwebs from her mind as she realized her limbs were being bound, her arms pulled straight above her head and her legs splayed. Oh God! Her chest heaved with her frightened gasps. Her muscles tightened. She clenched her teeth. A hand skimmed across her belly, lowered to her hip. Rustling noises came to her ears. Are my captors leaving me? No. She bit her bottom lip realizing the noises were those of clothing being removed. Her worse fear reinforced, she pulled against her bindings, trying to free her arms and legs. “I don’t want to be raped!” She listened, straining her ears. “Please! I don’t want to be raped!” “Silvia.” The voice did strange things to her name, slurring the S and rolling the final syllable off his tongue as though he were ordering a taco. “Who are you?” She held her breath, waiting. How could he know my name? Something cold touched the place just between her breasts. She winched. The object pressed against her flesh then a torrent of pressure surged against her body as the object was pulled upward. It slid lower on her body. A ripping sound came to 8

Ravished her ears. She sucked in a quick breath as her swimsuit gave way beneath the sharp blade of a knife. The garment was tugged from her body, quickly and silently. She lay naked, vulnerable, shivering despite the heat of the day. Fright congealed inside her brain. She was at the mercy of her captors. Helpless. Fingers combed through her hair, raised a lock near her ear and slowly allowed the silky tresses to fall against her breast. Stunned at the slight show of tenderness, she considered whether to speak, to beg, if need be, for her release. A fingertip touched her nipple, pressed downward and rolled the dusky rose tinted nub slightly before tracing lower on her breast. The light touch, butterfly soft, lingered a moment beneath her breast, as though assessing the texture of her skin, then trailed lower, across her midsection, dipped teasingly into her navel and resumed the trek downward on her body. Oh God! Her flesh prickled. Sweat dotted her forehead. She tried to pull her knees up, to close the gap at her crotch. The finger was headed in that direction, slowly skimming across her skin as though deliberately giving her untold pleasures. She was vividly aware of when the menacing finger entered her bush. It paused, joined briefly by the remaining appendages on the hand, 9

Fawn Lowery plucked the dense crop of hair as though testing it for strength or resilience—she couldn’t tell which—then withdrew while allowing the single finger to continue on alone. It inched between her pussy lips like an investigating worm, poking first one way then the other, pressing her lips apart until it invariably located her clitoris. She heard a pleased sigh and felt hot breath fall across her bare abdomen seconds before the caressing began. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly trying to abate the sensations that quickly wrought along her limbs. For a fleeting second she tried to deny she was feeling anything, but then the familiar tingles overrode her willpower, came full force racing quickly and growing stronger by the moment. Damn you, John! This is your fault! If you’d fuck me more often than once a week—I wouldn’t be on the verge of climaxing right now! She released the scream lodged in her throat. Damn you, John! I’m getting off on a stranger’s finger! She struggled against her bindings all the while the stroking continued at her crotch, the single finger pressing against her clitoris and hot waves of orgasm jolting her body. “You are climaxing—no?” The foreign sounding voice again. “Yes! You sonof-a-bitch! Yes!” The low chuckle sounded again. The orgasm splintered through her insides, 10

Ravished knotting her belly in a powerful convulsion and making her legs feel weak. She fought the urge to relax and savor the sensations. Hot tears stung the back of her eyes. She had never climaxed for any man except John. A shaft of guilt stung her insides. She panted, trying to catch her breath. The finger withdrew from her clitoris all at once. She fell limp against her bindings, relieved to some degree. She listened. The soft thing she lay upon dipped near her hip as weight was shifted. Something—warm hair-roughened flesh— brushed the inside of her right thigh. She felt heat radiate from his body—his leg. He pressed between her thighs. She closed her eyes as she recognized the hot round head of a male cock pressing against her crotch. Fingers on either side of her pussy separated her warm lips. He shoved his cock inside her suddenly, lunging in deep, pushing her body downward. Silvia tried not to respond, but the orgasm he had given her with his finger still lingered inside her. His thrusting brought forth a new barrage of sensations. She rolled her head and clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms, in an effort to prevent another orgasm from shooting through her body. She yelled in protest. He chuckled softly, thrusting his cock inside her with increasing speed. Climax engulfed her senses again, almost 11

Fawn Lowery instantly, clenching her muscles until they ached, and making her nipples peak. “You son-of-a-bitch! You bastard!” She cursed as loud and as venomously as she could. He chuckled and pulled his cock out. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She hated herself for responding to a stranger’s hard cock. Hot breath on her breast, a wet tongue, her nipple being sucked. Fingers in her crotch again, stroking, teasing her clitoris. A whirlwind of emotions streamed through her body. She had never been ravished to the point that orgasm came so easily. Nor had she any inclination that the touch of a stranger’s hands would be so erotic—or impossible to ignore. I’m a weak woman. I’m sex starved. A fleeting picture of John’s face flashed in her mind. She loved him. But he was lax in servicing her sexual needs. What further proof did she need? Maybe I should take a lover—or at least encourage we try a threesome—and insist the third person be a man. Stupid thoughts at a time like this! Abruptly, a wet tongue replaced the stroking finger in her crotch. “No! Don’t touch me with your tongue! You bastard!” The hot wet tongue dipped between her pussy lips, touched her sensitive clit and lapped it quickly, over and over, until she thought she 12

Ravished would surely go raving mad. Hot fingers on either side of her pussy lips spread her flesh giving full rein to the exploring tongue. Long slow licks brushed her tender tissues running from her slit to the apex of her clitoris. Her body bucked in response. She clenched her fists and tried to pull free of the tight bindings at her wrists. When she tried to move her hips to one side in order to dislodge the wet tongue, a pair of warm hands grasped her buttocks and held her still, preventing further attempts of movement. She gnashed her teeth, aware that her captor was fully intent on having his fill of her body—and she was helpless to stop him. Silvia shuddered as the hot tongue brought her to orgasm. It was beyond her power to keep from divulging that she was in the throes of climax. Her arms and legs jerked wildly against the confining ties at her wrists and ankles. She rolled her head from side to side, biting her bottom lip to keep from verbally expressing her condition. Moments before the climax reached its apex, her captor closed his wet lips around her clitoris and sucked, forcing the pent-up scream of surrender to tear from her throat. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, pulsing and throbbing throughout her body. She felt sweat blanket her skin and found it difficult to breath inside the fabric hood covering her face. Her heart 13

Fawn Lowery thundered wildly against her ribs. Suddenly the mouth left her crotch, quickly and without benefit of warning. Still the sensations lingered, a vivid reminder of the sucking wet mouth and the command it had over her body. The dark hood over her head was abruptly pulled up and a hand wrapped a blindfold across her eyes, securing it tightly beneath her head. The hood was removed altogether. A new shaft of fright raced through her insides. The moist air of the hot Florida evening fell against her cheeks. She dragged in a long breath, parting her lips. A deep chuckle came to her ears as a hand closed around her chin. Her head was pushed to one side and the rounded head of a male cock slid between her lips. She gasped, but the cock began to thrust, lunging across her tongue and hitting the back of her throat so quickly she didn’t have time to speak or scream her objection. She gagged, tried to pull her head free of the constraining hand. I’m choking! Dammit! I’m choking! The hot cock continued to jab inside her mouth while a second distraction stole into her conscious. A hot mouth clamped onto her breast, sucking feverishly on her nipple. She released a muffled scream around the mouthful of cock then wrenched wildly when she felt another hot cock lunge between her legs! Not again! 14

Ravished Orgasm bore down on her as a stroking finger delved between her pussy lips and teased her clitoris. She moaned and fought the urges of her body, but finally gave into the barrage of sensations taking control of her senses. The cock in her mouth eased up, began working in a rhythmic pace that seemed to meld with the thrusting at her crotch. Suddenly she felt the finger at her pussy slip lower. She sucked in a quick breath. Not even John had touched her there! The tingling sensations of climax continued to race through her body as the inquiring finger rimmed her anal opening. She feared the worse—penetration—with a hard cock or a long finger! She held still, afraid to move for fear her captor would think she was enjoying his attention to this other part of her body. The finger stroked, poked at her opening, and stroked some more. The cock in her mouth slid across her tongue, slowly, but with new energy. Suddenly another thought occurred to her. What if he ejaculates in my mouth? Oh God! Her attention divided, she was quickly reminded of the finger at her rear orifice when it poked slightly inside. She released an objecting grunt and heard a short throaty chuckle. The finger pulled back and she foolishly hoped that her captor was fulfilling her wish that he not enter her most private part, only to feel his finger work upward once again, stroking her clit, which now 15

Fawn Lowery was sore and throbbing. She released another grunt of disapproval only to feel the menacing finger slip inside her rear opening and, what was surely his thumb, began a rousing bout of foreplay with her clit. Tears flooded her eyes. There was no use thinking she would have any say—quietly or otherwise or that her maddening screams would alter the outcome of what these two men were doing to her. She was at their mercy. I give up! I can’t fight the urges any longer! Fuck me until I die from orgasm! It was almost as though they heard her thoughts. The hands became gentle—as though wishing to give her pleasure. The cock in her mouth pulled back, making it easier for her to breathe. The finger and thumb driving her insane at her crotch, withdrew—but was quickly replaced by a long cock. It slid inside easily and began to thrust. Suddenly it appeared she wasn’t exactly being raped—it was more like a game of bondage with men she didn’t know. That makes no sense. She had read about rapes and abductions—women tortured then killed so they wouldn’t tell on their captors. It’s impossible to think straight. She was weak from the orgasmic sensations the men had given her. But it was impossible not to savor the climaxes—Dammit! They were quick and strong, 16

Ravished racing along her nerve endings like white lightening. Suddenly a new thought occurred to her. I’ve been foolishly trying to resist the sex my captors offered. Perhaps, if I play along, they might release me unharmed. It was a silly notion—but her senses were upset by the increasing climactic episodes. Slowly, she began sucking on the cock in her mouth, feeling the large head slide across her tongue and poke the back of her throat. She had never had another man’s cock in her mouth before and the act filled her with a strange sort of eroticism, despite her wish against such feelings. Next she found herself raising her hips invitingly as the cock inside her cave lunged deeper. Then she met his thrust and gasped at the depth of penetration. A strange feeling assailed her. She felt as though she were a different person who wasn’t afraid to reveal her like for sex. Her body arched and shivered, convulsed and tightened as the rash of sensations shot throughout her insides. When the long cock in her mouth was withdrawn she pouted briefly then realizing her captors could see her face and might think she was some sort of nymphomaniac, she quickly tried to hide her disappointment. Such a strange turn of events, she thought sucking in a quick breath as orgasm careened through her 17

Fawn Lowery body again. She opened her mouth and panted while the luscious sensations streamed through her insides. How many have they given me? How many times have I come? “Incredible.” She felt her cheeks pink. She hadn’t meant to speak aloud. She bit her bottom lip. When she was back home, once the vacation was over, she could never speak of the incident— the day she was kidnapped by two men and made to endure such sexual bliss. She would be bound to secrecy forever. She felt fingers on her head, rolling it to one side, releasing the blindfold. It was dragged away. She lay still, her eyes pinched shut, the strange hot cock holding still inside her body. Slowly she gathered the courage to open her eyes. Cautiously her head turned to one side where the strange hand had pushed it, she lifted her lashes, letting in the waning light of day. Discovery shot through her body. She was lying on the ground atop a blanket. Very near by she could make out green plants and white sand. She recognized the distant sound of the ocean. Gradually she dared to turn her head, inching her gaze around so she could see her captors. Uncertainty mingled with the waning climax as she first spied a naked leg. Familiarity surged through her brain. Her brow furrowed. Quickly she jerked her head around— 18

Ravished “John!” She blinked her eyes at her husband positioned between her thighs and then quickly glanced to the side in search of the other male in her midst. Her eyes widened when she saw the handsome desk clerk from the hotel sitting back on his heels, a long cock bobbing at his crotch. Embarrassment flamed her cheeks a brilliant red as her eyes lowered to his crotch. My God! I sucked his cock! She began to laugh suddenly, giddy with relief. “I thought I was being kidnapped and forced into some sort of sexual bondage!” John began untying her ankles. When he crawled up her body to release her hands, he paused, gazing down into her face. “I love you, Silvia. I know I’ve been spending too much time at my job and not enough time with you. When you left without me—it made me realize I loved you more than my work.” Hearing that John still loved her filled her with joy. She stole a glance at the handsome hotel clerk. There was red lipstick on his hard cock. She chuckled. She inched her gaze toward her husband. “Had I known it was you, I would have enjoyed the orgasms more, John. Perhaps a ménage a trios without the blindfold would be more fun.” John dipped his head and brushed his lips across Silvia’s mouth. “Remember when you 19

Fawn Lowery asked me to ravish your body?” She shivered with expectation. She bit her bottom lip. “This is Manuel. He’s here to help me make your wildest fantasy come true.” “But what of your wildest fantasy, my dear?” “Manuel is bi-sexual.” He gave her a wink. “He’ll be fulfilling my wildest fantasy, too.”

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About the Author I began writing freelance almost twenty years ago and eventually my short stories became longer. The characters seemed to take over and draw their stories out. I first submitted a novella length story to Extasy Books in 2003 and it was accepted. That was Captive Heart, the historical romance now on the site. I have thirteen titles with Extasy Books. New ideas come to mind every day and some of them find their way on to the computer screen. When I’m not writing, I enjoy traveling with my husband Dave. Fawn’s web site is located at: http://www.geocities.com/fawnlowery8@prodig y.net/mypage.html