First Time Being Kidnapped
#17 of Cub
Poor snake was wrongfully kidnapped.
_ English is my third language, please correct me if I am using Chinese-style English. Thanks for reading. Please feel free to comment ^_^ _
First time being kidnapped
** One morning, I visited my friend to play Scrabble. Her parents went to the wet market and would return in one hour time. My friend was inside the washroom when I heard someone calling from outside. I looked out and saw the front gate was ajar, but I did not see anyone calling. Hmm, I forgot to lock the gate properly again. I stood in front of the gate but did not find the lock. Weird, where was the lock? At that moment, a blue Nissan parked in front of the house and then a chloroform handkerchief covered my pretty face from behind me.**
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** When I opened my eyes, I saw some strange furs wearing white masks. I recognised them as unicorns when I saw the horns.**
** "Corin, are you color blind?" a unicorn exclaimed.**
** "Sigil, this cub walked out from the house and they looked alike," Corin said defensively.**
** "C'mon! This snake is light brown, the one on the photo is grey," Sigil said roughly.**
** "Okay, we kidnapped the wrong snake, what now?" the third unicorn asked.**
** "John, we'll make the best of a mistake. Next time, I'll follow you and make sure you kidnap the correct fur," Sigil said calmly.**
** I shivered with fear and cold when Sigil approached me.**
** Sigil grinned. "Don't cry or else we kill you now. Write down your name and your contact number, we'll let you go home after we received the ransom."**
** I wrote down my details on the paper and John picked it up. "Guys, you can enjoy her first," he told his friends.**
** The two furs led me to a room and they began to undress. I was so ashamed that I could not look them in their faces. "Look at us if you don't want to die now," Corin warned me. Sigil picked up a knife and the blade gleamed in the room light. After swinging it in front of me for a moment, he brought it to my throat.**
** "Please don't kill me," I pleaded. At the feel of the blade pressed against my skin, I began to hyperventilate. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath.**
** Lowering the knife, Sigil brought it to the buttons on my shirt. Slowly, one by one, the blade popped the buttons off until the shirt gaped opened. Grabbing me by the collar, he ripped the shirt off my arms. As I brought my hands up in front of my bra, he began to shred the fabric of my shirt.**
** Sigil was ecstatic. "Spread your legs for me."**
** Covering my flat chest, I shook my snake head. Sigil began to slap my left cheek, then my right cheek. Left, right, left, right. I was dizzy and close to fainting. I quickly parted my legs before he slapped me more times, my body felt tense with fear. "Wider!" he ordered. I opened them more. He grabbed my remaining clothes and ripped them off my body, the friction of the fabric burning against my skin as it came off. I yelped but kept my legs apart afraid he would hit me again. Corin removed my stockings and soon, I was fully naked in front of some strangers.**
** Corin grabbed both of my hands and held them above my head with his one hand, using his free hand to rub his unicorn cock up and down my slit. I was terrified. "Please let me go home," I said weakly. My pussy was bone dry; however he had this slimy pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock, making my slit a bit more slippery. I tried to move my hips backwards to avoid his sausage. Sadly Sigil was standing behind me - when did he come in? He raised my tail and then massaged my small buttocks. Finally I could feel something hard was poking my tail hole.**
** Soon I felt Corin's hard knob pushing at the entrance to my hole. There was this sudden pain between my thighs and I thought my groin was on fire. I screamed as they penetrated me, ripping me as they pushed harder into my holes. "Mother, father, please help me!" I emitted a cry of pain.**
** I felt as if I were being torn in half as Sigil forced his cock inside me; I screamed. Corin gagged me with his mouth. I had never kissed with another fur before and so I shut my muzzle, "Open your mouth," he whispered. As soon as I parted my muzzle, his tongue began to explore my muzzle. Now I was like a hamburger in between two breads. "You smell aromatic," Sigil whispered. He began pounding into me until he grunted and his seed gushed inside my body. Corin also did not endure, he fertilized my unformed womb. When they withdrew their dicks, I could hear the POP sounds. Exhausted, I closed my eyes slowly.**
** "Don't sleep yet, we still want to play with you," Sigil said, smiling evilly.**
** "Bend over the back of the couch," Corin threw me to a couch. I saw Sigil taken a cane from the wall.**
** "Please don't cane me," I gasped.**
** "NOW!" Corin shouted.**
I bent over the back of the couch, resting my hands on the seat cushions. Bent over like this, my bottom arched upward, cheeks slightly spread, my thighs opened leaving my pussy and ass totally exposed, presented for the cane. Panic started to engulf me.
I felt the tap of the cane on my bottom and then the hot stinging burn of the first stroke. I drew my breath in sharply as I felt the wash of pain. I quickly massaged my buttocks with both hands, then I made faces and jumped like a monkey. My father caned me before but this was even worse.
"C'mon, back to couch," Sigil said, giggling.
Another cane contacted my buttocks and I jumped again. "Ouch! Pain! Please stop, I can't endure anymore," I yelled. Tears running down my face, like the water flowing through the drains.
Corin grinned. "Back to the couch or else we double your punishment."
After the first few strokes I was crying out after each one. He caned the lower part of my bottom and my upper thighs, giving me a few seconds between each stroke. As he caned me, the cries merged together until I was crying softly, tears streaking my face. He stopped when he saw me urinated unconsciously.
Sigil eyed me shrewdly. "Listen, you can take a break now but we'll continue later until we received the ransom."
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** Two weeks later, I was lying on the bed inside a hospital. I was rescued but in bad shape. Their names were faked and I did not see their faces. The next morning, I accepted psychotherapy and began to recover slowly. For the following few months, I kept dreaming the same nightmares and I knew that I would never forget it.**
The end.