There used to be a deli downstairs, but they closed, and sometimes I saw people hanging out in the alley.
Mostly Mexicans, and Koreans smoking from the other Restaurant around the corner, but that was more of a sit-down diner place. The old deli was a butcher shop too, so you could buy sliced meat, and cheeses, and they baked bread there to make sandwiches, but you bought them to go. They didn’t have tables, just seats to sit on if there was a line, and they were really popular for lunch, especially.
Then, they moved during the Lockdown, and they put the address on the door, but I’d never been to the new place to see if they had tables or not. The diner stayed open, late but they threw out the garbage, and turned out the lights around midnight.
Then, a van pulled up, and a couple men got out. I’d seen homeless people try to get in to sleep, when it was cold, but most of the snow melted, and they had a van. No windows, except in the front, and back door, but they pulled out a ramp, and set it on the top of the stairs like a little bridge.
When I saw them roll a wheelchair out with a man trying to pull his arms off, I grabbed my phone right away, but I got a recorded message. So, I got up, and put on a coat, some slippers, and went out to the cargo elevator while I waited for the next available operator.
“Nine One One, what’s your emergency?”
“I’d like to report a kidnapping, there’s 2 men, and another one in a wheel chair, but he’s tied up with tape, and he’s got another one over his mouth so he can’t yell, and.” I got interrupted when the elevator stopped with a crash, because I wasn’t watching the floors. So, when it got to the end, I squealed, and I was so scared!
“Are you all right?” I swallowed, and nodded. “That was just the elevator, and it was loud, huh?” I pulled the bottom door down, so the top one went up on the pulleys, and hopped to look out the back doors. There’s little windows so you can see if there’s anyone out there, like druggies trying to get in, and rob the place, but they’re really high up.
“I see you’re on a wireless phone, so what’s your location?”
“It’s got GPS,” I pushed the bar, carefully so it wasn’t too loud, and peeked around the door when it was open enough to stick my head out.
“We can’t track phones by GPS without a court order.”
“Oh, can you take pictures with the camera?” I stuck my phone out, and zoomed in n the license plate.
“Not without a court order signed by a judge.”
“Oh, it’s a Ford van, and they must have taken him from Nebraska, but the license number is TCF – 983.”
“Is that five, or nine?” I squinted, and held my phone screen up to the bumper just to make sure.
“Nine, Nine Eight Three.” I enunciated but the lights were off, and so was the engine. So, I went around it to the stairs, and snuck up behind the open door on one side.
“Address?”
‘i have to keep quiet,’ I whispered.
“The phone is registered to an Shawn Dougherty, 117 apartment 3.”
i nodded, ‘it’s pronounced Sheen, that’s my dad, but you got the last name right, sh. keep quiet.’ I couldn’t hear anything down the hall, but it was dark, and a light was on all the way inside, past the restrooms, and the janitor closet, but then I saw something dark flap, and a blonde ponytail swing over her shoulder. “HUH!”
She was dressed up in a supersuit, with a cape, and everything, a black shiny mask covering everything but her hair sticking out the top, and lenses like glasses underneath, but if she was wearing glasses, it was tight enough to see the arms sticking out on the inside. When I got closer, I saw they were some kind of goggles, with the strap around the outside, and the ponytail was fake plastic like Barbie hair.
“You like it, you sick fuck!” She put her heel up between her legs, and his pants were open. His penis erect, so she could roll it back and forth with the toe of her boot.
“Uh huh!” His cheeks huffed out, but the tape didn’t cover his nose so he could breathe, and snuffle. He nodded, looking up at her bare boobs sticking out.
‘huh!’ I backed down the hall, and covered the end of my phone to whisper into my hand. ‘false alarm, it was just a dummy, they just taped it up so it wouldn’t fall out the wheel chair.’ I hung up, but she called the cops anyway. Good thing she got my dad’s address from the phone (It’s a family plan) so they showed up in front of the building, and they didn’t check the alleyway right away.
Then, I heard another wheelchair, bump down the ramp, and looking back. I tried the knob on the door, and looked up. [Maintenance Keep out.] I had to go in the Men’s room, but there wasn’t anybody in there, and it was dark, but I held my phone up inside my jacket, and I could hear the woman being wheeled down the hall outside.
“MHN!” I was starting to wonder if this was a real kidnap, and rape, or just some kinky sex thing, but I couldn’t help peeking, and another man walked past the door. I held the phone tight to my tummy inside my jacket, so the light didn’t shine out, but he didn’t look back.
He was too busy unzipping his pants, but I didn’t hear the door close. I didn’t even look back, because he turned at the end of the hall, and his dick was hanging out, but he pulled it, and it started getting harder.
“Is this what you want, to see your wife.” She really acted it up, “Rrravished by men, you weakling. You worthless piece of shit, you helpless little worm.”
I’d seen his worm, and it didn’t look that little. The last guy walked around the corner, still tugging on his hard dick, but slowly.
His wife yelled when they pulled the tape off, “Don’t hurt him, I’ll do whatever you ask, just please don’t hurt my husband.” She looked over, “I love you so much honey, we’ll get through this, I promise. Just do as they say.”
She was acting, and she’s obviously not as good an actress, but now I was pretty sure this was just some kinky sex scene. I still had my phone, so I switched to camera, and I was getting pretty hot in my jacket. Lets be honest, it was pretty hot when I saw that man unzipping his pants but from behind, and it was so dark in the hallway, I couldn’t really see his butt, let alone his underwear, until I came out to the corner, and held my phone around.
They had their backs to me, but the 2 men put on rubbers during the wife’s performance. “No you will do as I say. Fuck her face.” She slapped her husband, and held his cheeks with her thumb digging in between his teeth, but his eyes told me, he was really really turned on by this. “Watch her get her throat raped.
“Argh guk kah!” She coughed, and shook her head, but then she opened her mouth wide to deep throat the other one. The first one reached down to pop the buttons on her blouse, and her tits jiggled.
“Look at me.” Superlady smacked her husband. “You’re not her man now, you’re MINE!” He nodded, his eyes went down from her boobs sticking out, and from back here. She had to swing her cape back, and I could see that they had to be fake. Even with that, leotard thing? Like a corset, or a 1 piece swimsuit, only it didn’t go all the way up, but they just bulged out, too big, and too round to be real.
“Cut her lose.” The men pulled out knives, and flicked them open. “Look at me, LOOK AT ME!” She stood up, and touched herself, but from that angle, I couldn’t see what she pinched behind her leg, until she pulled it down.
Then, I saw the back of the zipper up between her shiny plastic black butt cheeks. She dropped the cape, which is good, because that was really in the way, but she got a rubber from somewhere. Maybe she had it tucked in that pleather zippered sex suit she was wearing, but her legs were bare, and the zipper was black plastic.
“Can we fuck her now, boss?”
She waved her hand, not even looking back. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Ah, yeah. Finally, a real man knows how to treat me. You wouldn’t believe my worthless, dickless husband. Awool! Oomph!” She sure shut up with a dick in her mouth, but they put her arms up behind her back, and one of them spanked her, rubbing his dick up between her legs with the other hand.
“Khugl!” He held her nose, and her head was forced face first into his crotch, so his rubber dick went even deeper. “Khuh! Huh!” He pulled out with a big splash of drool, and she spit. “Yeah, fuck me, fuck me now, I need a big dick so ba ah! Anh, neah! Fuck ug agh agugukgukguk!”
It was so rough, and raw I had to look away, but the dominatrix bitch was turned around, and bent over in his lap. “You see that? That’s how she wants it. That’s how your wife needs to be fucked.” I touched the screen with 2 fingers, and zoomed in on his face, but he looked over at me, then up at her back, then over at me, but he couldn’t say anything. Of course, he still had the tape over his mouth, but then he winced when he felt the hard plastic teeth through the rubber.
I guessed, I can only imagine. “A woman needs to be fucked hard. Right, Gladys?”
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, oh, oh! Fuck oh fuck! Oh! Fuck! Meeee!”
I don’t think she was faking, she’s not that good an actress, but then the handles of the wheelchair hit the wall, and started bumping. Her bubble boobs bounced with the power of her thrusts, and I wanted to fuck a man so badly. Like that, tied up, and everything.
She had 3 men, and I bet she got gangbangs or at least 3 of them from her big strong sex slaves. They had masks on too, but just plain black Covid type masks. They didn’t cover their eyes, but they had on plain navy blue baseball style hats. Then, they picked her up, and their dicks were out, but so wet they were glistening, and dripping down their balls.
“Uh yes fuck my ass too! Ooh ihn!” She nodded, and put her head down on the man’s shoulder, who was holding her by the knees, but the one behind her slipped in slowly, and I didn’t see him give her even a stinky pinky to loosen her up, but then he reached around to help his partner, and I wondered if they’re bisexual?
You have to think that bi guys know how to fuck an ass. If they take it up the ass, then they know what it feels like, and I never wanted to try anal before, but now. It’s the only way to take 2 men at the same time, without shoving one deep down your throat to choke on it, and I licked my lips, but the boss lady turned around.
“Don’t cum,” she slapped it, then gripped it in her other hand. “Don’t you dare,” she stripped the rubber off, and slapped it again. Then, she picked it up, and flicked his balls. He grunted, but she didn’t have to tell him to look at her again.
“Ah yeah neah ah fuck my ass! Fuckmyassandpussy nuh!” No matter what she said, and what they were doing to her, her husband could take his eyes off of Her. He didn’t even look to check if I was still recording this, and I looked down to hold the zoomed in camera on his dick. His eyes rolled up, and his fingers relaxed when he started twitching, and shaking. His head fell back to hit the wall, but he just shook it.
“Cum for me, yeah, oh! Hahuhehihn! You’ve been holding out on me!” It finally stopped shooting, straight up, and the last of it dribbled out to run down the back of her hand. She let go his balls, and tucked them in the zipper as it was going soft, and drooping sideways. So she tucked that in as well, and patted it.
“Huh!” He looked so satisfied.
“Look at this,” she wiped her face mask off. “Look at this mess.” Her goggles with her fingers, and I licked my lips. “You think I want this disgusting shit on my face?” She smacked him, and wiped it over the tape. Right under his nose. “Answer me!” She ripped the tape off, so he could gasp, and shake his head.
“No mistress, I’m sorry mistress.”
“Huh, well. Okay, then.” She pulled out a knife, from nowhere again. Flipped it open with a practiced flick of her wrist. “Huh, I suppose I can let you go, if you promise not to do it again.” She cut the tape on one side, carefully, and gave him the knife. “Let her go, and get that evidence off of her.” She pointed, and I backed up. “You think we didn’t see you peeking, perverted little bitch? You like what you see?”
“Yeah!” I looked back, to see all the doors closed, and I thought maybe they didn’t lock it, or I could escape before they could catch me, but then my mind made itself up as far as fight, and flight. “Huh, I don’t want to get fucked like her.” I pointed down at the lady on the floor, but not on her knees. She turned them sideways, and tried to hold her torn top over her big natural tits. I’m pretty sure she was a mom, too. Just looking at her silver dollar sized nipples, and stretch marks. She had them on her tummy too, but it was flat, and even a little toned under the wrinkles. “Huh, I want to fuck men like you, I guess you find them online?” I nodded, “Show me how to get submissive men to tie up, and fuck like you.”
I hope I don’t need surgery to get implants like her’s, they look okay. I guess, but you have to think she has to live with them.
She shook her head. “You have to start at the bottom, and work your way up.”
“Yeah, you can’t dominate someone,” one of the guys finally spoke up, “And control them until you know how to submit, and control yourself.”
“Huh, okay, but can I have a safe word? And I can’t say it if you choke me like you throat fucked her.” I pointed down, then looked over at the wife. Pulling up her skirt, and her husband put his arm around her. “How can you take such abuse like that?”
She shook her head, “It’s unexplainible, you have to try it.”
“Well,” I shrugged, “Okay, but I don’t want to choke on dick like you.”
One of the men, who had their rubbers off, and their dicks tucked in patted me on the shoulder, so I felt his junk through his pants.
“You’ll learn.”
“Huh!” I blushed, “When can I start?”
“Give me your number.” The boss lady put her cape back on, and let it hang over her big balloon boobs. “I’ll set up an appointment and we can start the paperwork. Are you over eighteen?”
I shook my head, “Sixteen, but that old enough to consent.”
“Huh!” She shook her head. “Still not legally old enough for a sexual performance.”
“Well, I can start training now, or soon?” I felt something swelling, and straightening out, in his pants.
“Why don’t I walk you home?” He rubbed his shoulder.
“Yeah,” the boss lady greed. “I don’t need you for aftercare, so why don’t you walk her home?”
We made it to the back elevator, and he slammed the door with a loud crash, but the married couple had to talk to the police, and the other sex slave man had to get the van back before it got towed away.
That just left one for me, but he held my hands up to stick my fingers through the cage. He twisted my arm, but not too hard, and he held his mouth so I could squeal as hard as I wanted, while he gave it to me from behind, good and hard.
I never been fucked so good and hard in my whole life, but I was young, and I still had plenty of time to learn…
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