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Kara's Abduction, Part 8
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Chapter 8. Party Time
Following lunch, Kara and Robert went upstairs to his
bedroom suite. Kara seemed nervous, and Robert asked if
anything was wrong.
"You seem distracted, darling. What is it?"
"It's nothing. Really," Kara sighed, clearly bothered
by something but not yet willing to reveal the cause of her
anxiety to Robert.
They entered the bedroom, and began to disrobe.
How strange this all is... Only a day or so ago I thought I
hated this man. Now I'm casually undressing in front of him
as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Kara! I LIKE it," Robert grinned, staring at the newly-
naked pussy. "How did you know I wanted you that way?"
"I... I just took a chance, Robert. Do you really like me
smooth like this?"
"Yes. Very much," he answered, gently lowering
Kara to the bed. "It's so much more pleasant to taste you
when you're totally naked like this."
Kara felt his lips touching her again. Softly, as though
her were kissing her face. The tip of his tongue delicately
made contact with her clit, then remained there, slowly
licking it as it enlarged.
"Uhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," Kara mewed, squealing
occasionally, spreading her legs wider apart, providing Robert
with complete access to her innermost parts. Again she felt
that glorious tongue probing deeper now, sliding up inside her
as Robert's lips pressed harder against her pussy. She felt
Robert's thumb slide inside her cunt again, and raised up to
allow his finger to simultaneously penetrate her anus.
"Oh God, Robert, I feel like such a wanton slut when
you eat me like this," she groaned, wrapping her legs around
his neck. "Make me come, darling. Pleaseeeee," Kara cried,
riding his face, pumping up and down on it, coating him with
her hot, oily secretions. She immediately thought of Riga, and
a chill raced through Kara's body, causing her pussy to
spasm intensely as the first of many orgasms jolted her.
"Hmmm," Robert hummed, pleased, still eating her,
not releasing her until she'd somehow managed to come two
more times. Then he crawled up over her body and entered
her.
His cock is so long, and hard... God it feels good to get
fucked like this. I wonder what he'd say if he knew about
Opali. Would he be angry? Or does he already know what
happened. He and Opali were talking for a moment after
lunch. Did Opali tell him? Does Robert fuck Riga also?
What was it he said about having guests over? Am I going to
attend my first orgy tonight? Will there be other men there,
men and women, who will fuck me and suck me, as Robert,
Opali, and Riga have?
"Fuck me, Kara," Robert gasped, ready to come now.
Realizing she'd been daydreaming, Kara began to pump her
body up against Robert's, fucking him, letting him know she
wanted him to come inside her again, and in seconds he did,
filling her with his spurting seed.
After they'd rested, Robert said, "Kara, do you trust
me yet?"
"Yes. Completely, even though I'm not sure I should.
But I do. Why?" Kara rubbed her fingers through the soft
thatch of hair on Robert's chest, feeling secure in his arms, his
hand gently squeezing her naked shoulder.
"I want to introduce you to new levels of sexuality,
Kara. I know it's sudden, but do you feel you're ready to
move forward with your, with our, sexuality?"
"I... I guess so. I suppose it would depend upon what
you meant, Robert. So far I've enjoyed everything we've done
together. I feel as though I've learned a lot about myself, and
about my secret desires."
"Did you enjoy Opali and Riga this morning?" he
asked softly.
"HOW... you... you KNOW about that?" Kara asked,
her face crimson. She felt faint, giddy, almost breathless, and
totally confused.
"Of course, my darling." Robert kissed her, smiled
tenderly, and said, "I suppose it's confession time. You see,
Kara, my sweet innocent, I have a philosophy about sex. I
believe we're here on this Earth such a short time we should
do everything we can to grasp pleasure, wherever and
however it's offered to us. I know you were initially forced
into having sex with Opali and Riga this morning, but it
seemed you quickly learned to enjoy it. You willingly
participated, Kara, and you loved it. All of it. Can you deny
it?"
"No, of course not. But... how... you... you SAW us,
Robert?" Kara asked, stunned.
"More than that, my darling. I videotaped it as well,
masturbating as I watched you, noting how quickly you
became an eager participant." Robert was staring at her,
waiting to determine her reaction to what she'd just learned.
"I... I'm not sure what to say, Robert. I... I thought you
said you loved me. If you love me, why would you want me
to have sex with other people?" Kara asked, confused.
"Because I want you to enjoy everything there is to
enjoy with your body, Kara. I want you to have it all, not
just a romantic affair with me. You're just beginning to
discover how exciting sex can be, Kara. Don't turn back
now, my darling. Keep moving forward. Keep exploring. Try
everything. Do everything. For me, Kara. But for yourself
as well."
Still unsure of why her lover, or any lover, would want
to see their mate making love with other people, Kara
decided to do as Robert suggested. It HAD been fun, and
terribly exciting, to try those awful new things. They had
provided her with different kinds of thrills than her more
conventional sexual experiences, and Kara certainly had
enjoyed them, immensely. Maybe Robert was right. Maybe
she should continue doing whatever he asked of her. No one
here knew her. And she was enjoying the best, and most
frequent sex of her life.
"Perhaps you're right, Robert. In fact I'm sure you are.
So just tell me what you have planned for me next, and I'll do
it, Robert. I'll be your slut. Your sex slave, if that's what you
want. IS that what you want of me, Robert?"
"Yes, my darling, that's exactly what I want, and we'll
begin tonight" he said softly, kissing her neck, nuzzling her,
the tip of his tongue darting into her ear, sending millions of
goose bumps all up and down her body.
That evening Riga came to Kara's room. She drew
another hot bath for her, and bathed her with a large sponge,
softly scrubbing Kara's tiny nipples, then reaching lower,
washing Kara's crotch, and her ass. Afterward Kara was led
back into her bedroom and told to lay on the towel Riga had
placed on the bed.
"Just relax, little one," Riga said, pouring some kind of
lightly scented warm oil over Kara's back. Riga massaged
the oil into Kara's body everywhere, squeezing her
shoulders, her back, the calves of her legs, then up to her
thighs, where she spread Kara's legs apart and masturbated
Kara until she was coming again.
"Hmmm, you smell beautiful now, Miss Kara," Riga
smiled. "I think we'll dress you for your debut now."
Kara had decided to completely surrender to herself
to whatever these people wanted to do to her. So far she
hadn't been hurt, not really. The pain she had endured from
Opali had actually been extremely exciting. Being subjected
to mild forms of pain had always been a fantasy of hers, and
she had enjoyed it as much, if not more, than she knew she
would. Now Robert was talking about sharing her with other
people, and she knew they would be as intelligent and
exciting as Robert or they wouldn't be friends of his. Would
they? She felt her pussy tingling as she waited for Riga to
return from wherever she had gone, wondering what she
would select for Kara to wear for the evening's festivities.
"I think this will suit you perfectly," Riga said, walking
back into the room from the hallway. She held up a
spectacularly beautiful, tailored gown consisting of delicate
lace, thin gold mesh, and bone colored silk material. Kara
knew immediately it must have cost a fortune, and she
squealed with delight.
"My God, Riga," she said, examining the label. "It's
from Paris. It must have cost a fortune. Oh GOD I hope it fits
me," she moaned, getting off the bed, anxious to try it on.
"It will fit perfectly, Miss Kara. But first we need your
lingerie." Riga began to lay out a complete ensemble in the
exact same color as the dress. The lace in the garter belt and
panties was so fine Kara wondered if it would tear the
moment she touched it.
It did not. The garter belt needed no adjustments, and
the silk stockings were a perfect fit. As Kara slipped into the
beige transparent panties, she could see that the lace in them
had been designed to form a perfect heart-shaped border
around her naked pussy. Her puffy, baby's cunt was
completely exposed in the panties, and the lace seemed to
accentuate her nakedness there, as though they had been
custom designed just for Kara. She herself blushing at the
prospects of others seeing her in nothing but these panties.
Riga sprayed a few dashes of some kind of exotic
perfume over Kara's breasts, on her neck, just above her
pussy and on her thighs, then helped Kara slip on the dress.
Kara wasn't allowed to wear a bra, Riga telling her the dress
wasn't designed for one. She had been quite insistent on that
point.
"There now. See, I told you it woud fit perfectly," Riga
smiled. Kara noticed that the dress was designed with the
same kind of lacy bordering around her naked breasts as the
panties were around her cunt, and her dark areolas were
clearly visible to anyone who wanted to see them.
"Now these," Riga said, replacing Kara's modest gold
studs with a pair of incredibly large, dangling diamond
earrings. "This, too, Miss Kara," Riga said, clasping a
beautiful diamond necklace around Kara's neck. The
pendant alone had to be 20 carats, and the necklace
contained a string of one and two carats diamonds all the way
around it. Kara couldn't even begin to calculate how much
it must have cost Robert, and the gems were so beautiful, so
sparkling they took her breath away.
"I feel like Cinderella," Kara smiled, slipping into
a pair of dyed pumps that matched her dress and lingerie.
"What... no glass slippers, Riga?" Kara giggled, feeling
more like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman than Cinderella.
The shoes fit perfectly, and were very comfortable for
such a high heeled design. Kara walked over to the full
length mirror in the closet and staring at her transformation.
Earlier Riga had brushed Kara's hair, and styled it, then
applied a just the right amount of sparkling taupe eye shadow
and blush to enhance Kara's dazzling appearance. Now,
looking at herself in the mirror, Kara smiled.
My God, I'm beautiful. I really am!
"I think you're ready now, Miss Kara," Riga said.
"Master Robert will be mightily pleased. And so will his
guests."
"Tell me about them, Riga," Kara begged.
"Oh no, miss. You'll just have to find out for yourself,
but you will have fun tonight!" Riga grinned, walking out of
the room. "You can go down now. They're waiting for you
in the library."
Kara descended the long, spiral stairway feeling, and
looking, like a royal princess. As she approached the library
she heard male voices quietly talking. When she opened the
heavy wooden door and walked into the room all
conversation ceased. Everyone turned to stare at her, and she
realized at once that she was the only woman in the room.
"Darling. Please, come in," Robert said, walking
toward her. In addition to Robert there were perhaps ten or
twelve other men. All appeared to be in their late thirties
and early forties, all of them distinguished looking and quite
handsome. Three were black. One or perhaps two appeared
oriental. Opali was there, serving drinks from a silver tray,
grinning at her knowingly. They were all wearing dark,
conservative business suits, and they were smiling at her.
"Gentlemen, this is Kara. I hope you approve of her,"
Robert said, introducing her to the men without revealing
their names to Kara.
"If you're ready, let's adjourn to the lower level,"
Robert said, leading Kara with him from the library, down
the hall, and into the stairway leading to the room he'd shown
her earlier, the one with the small stage and bed.
"Robert, what's going on?" Kara asked nervously.
"Please Kara. You must trust me on this. I know
you'll enjoy it," he said, leading them all into the darkened
room. He again turned on the wall sconces, and the room
flickered in amber candlelight. The men all took seats near
the stage, in chairs that had not been in the room when Kara
first visited it.
"This way, darling," Robert said, leading Kara to the
stage. A small overhead spotlight illuminated the bed, bathing
it with warm, orange light. Robert helped Kara up onto the
stage, then stood behind her so both of them were facing the
audience.
He began his speech quietly, addressing the men
in the chairs in front of the stage.
"Kara is new to us, only having arrived a few days
ago, but I believe she's ready. You'll all have to trust me on
this." Robert reached around in front of Kara and began
caressing her breasts in front of the men. Kara felt an
immediate rush of excitement dampening her pussy, and as
the men, slowly, one by one, began to unzip their trousers
and take out their cocks, Kara moaned.
"She loves sex, gentlemen. All kinds of sex. She's
been fucked several times since her arrival her, by myself, and
by Opali. She's also engaged in sexual activities with Riga,
whom I believe you all know. Some of the sex has been quite
normal. Some of it intensely perverted, and she's loved it all.
Now she's yours. Tell her what you want her to do," Robert
said, stepping down from the stage.
"Touch yourself," a man said softly. "Your cunt. Rub
it through your dress."
Kara could barely breath. Her face was flushed, and
she felt faint, dizzy, especially when she began to do as she
was asked, slowly reaching down to caress her thighs through
the paper thin dress.
"Spread your legs, my dear," someone suggested, and
she did it.
"Pull your dress up to your waist and stand there until
we tell you to stop," another said. Kara reached for the dress
and began sliding it up her legs, over her thighs, to her navel.
Her pussy was wet now, and she knew the men could tell it
because she could see the dark, wet stain in the crotch of her
panties when she looked down at herself.
"Slip a finger inside your cunt," someone said. Kara
immediately moved the panties aside and inserted first one,
then two fingers inside her dripping pussy, masturbating for
the men, letting them see how hot she was.
God Kara you really are a slut. You're a hot, wanton
whorish slut, and the evening is just beginning.
"Oh Goddddd!" Kara cried out, her orgasm coursing
through her body. She spread her legs widely apart, then
leaned backward as though she were attempting to do the
limbo, opening her body to these strangers, letting them see
up inside her rippling pink flesh, as she pulled the walls of her
cunt apart for them.
A man in the front row approached the stage.
"Don't move," he snapped as Kara started to lower
her dress. She remained in position, holding her dress at her
waist again, as the man began to eat her. His tongue glided
over her wetness, and she came quickly, screaming with
pleasure from the first touch of his tongue on her hot clit.
He stood then, lowering her to the bed, spreading her out
on the mattress as others came up onto the stage to join them.
Kara felt her wrists being placed in the fur-lined restraining
cuffs again, just as Robert had done with her on their first visit
to this room. Her ankles were similarly restrained, and
then they began using her in earnest. The man who had been
eating her reached down and ripped the panties off her cunt,
jamming his erect cock deeply inside her wet pussy. He
fucked her as hard and fast as he could for perhaps a minute
or so before erupting inside her pussy, filling her with his hot,
thick cum. As soon as he pulled out of her another man
entered her, fucking her more leisurely. Kara felt her mouth
turned to the side, where a cock pressed against her lips. She
greedily opened her mouth and took the thick cock inside,
sucking on it until it also began spurting arcs of hot, thick cum
into her mouth. Another man came on her face, and another
on her breasts, rubbing the thick cream into her dress,
smearing it all around on the expensive gown. She was being
fucked repeatedly now, by one man after another, and her
orgasms seemed to be capable of keeping up with the
onslaught. Over and over again her brain sizzled as climax
after climax slammed into her.
She began moaning and babbling continually, as the
never ending stream of cocks and cum filled her mouth and
pussy. Someone raised her ass up off the mattress and she
could feel a cock sliding into her cum-drenched asshole.
Soon everyone wanted to fuck her there, and she let them,
encouraged them to do it, loving the feeling of being used by
these older men, each of them as perverted and sex-crazed as
she.
Her cunt and ass was drenched with cum, and she
could feel it all over her body. The fucking had slowed now.
Only occasionally would someone come up and fuck her, or
come on her. Her body quivered with raw lust, every nerve
fiber alive and vibrant, so sensitive she would come just from
one kiss on her nipples, or clit. Still, she wanted more, craved
more. She was on fire, crazy with lust, and the perverted
hunger seemed only to increase with each cock that
entered her.
"Never seen anyone like her, Robert. She's the best
yet, by far."
"Congratulations, Robert. I'd keep her if I were you.
Can't believe she still wants it, but she does. Look," the man
said, touching Kara's swollen clit. She cried out
immediately, pleading for him to fuck her again, begging for
his cock. The man laughed, and said, "See what I mean? I
think she's worn us out, Robert. She's all yours. Great show."
Finally, the men were gone. Opali and Riga
approached Kara, and Riga began to cut the dress off Kara's
body. It was drenched with cum, and tore easily, as did
Kara's panties. Riga threw a pail of hot but not
uncomfortable water over Kara, then began sponging her off,
cleaning her of the cum caked on her body.
Still restrained, Kara thanked her. Riga leaned down
and kissed Kara tenderly, as Kara strained to raise up off the
bed to return the kiss. Opali and Robert watched, then
moved next to Kara and released the bonds holding her in
place on the bed. Kara sat up, rubbing her wrists and ankles,
then fell back onto the bed, too weak to move.
Robert leaned down and kissed her, smiling proudly at
her. He and Opali helped her to her feet, then upstairs and
into Robert's bed. Kara was so exhausted she wanted to
sleep immediately, but when she felt Robert sliding his cock
inside her, she responded as best she could.
They fucked slowly, for a long time. Robert hugged
her and told her over and over again how magnificent she
was, telling her how many compliments she'd received from
the men who fucked her.
"How many were there, Robert?" Kara smiled weakly.
"Many, darling. Many. And you came many times,
too."
Kara giggled sheepishly. "I know. I did, didn't I?
You said you wanted a slut, Robert. Well now you have one.
Are you satisfied?"
"Are you, Kara?" he asked, his eyes boring deeply into
hers.
"Immensely, darling. I can't wait to tell Maggie I've
finally found a sport where I can out perform her...."
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