Pornelope Dominated By Her Kidnappers

The Complete Anthology
1. Auflage 2017
ISBN: 978-1-370-36135-9
Verlag: Boruma Publishing, LLC
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 39 Seiten

Domination is the name of the game in this groupsex dubcon anthology! These horny virile men are in the mood for some hot sexy fun, and they'll do anything to get what they want! Watch them kidnap and seduce innocent teenage virgins, taking them hard and unprotected in every hole...making them want to be ravished again and again and again!
Hang on tight, because this sizzling three-book anthology will leave you reeling!
Book 1: Corrupted By Her Kidnappers
When gorgeous, sexy Shauna Vanderbraun flies down to Mexico to celebrate her 18th birthday, she's kidnapped by brigands who believe they're the last direct descendants of a long-extinct Incan tribe. Will she be taken hard and unprotected on a sacrificial altar by these five horny, virile men? Can she manage to escape being ravaged in their mind-blowing gangbang? Or will she even want to try?
Book 2:  Ravished By Her Kidnappers
Gemini is a homeless teenager trying to survive on the fringes. When all her possessions are stolen, she accepts a meal from three handsome strangers...and all hell breaks loose. In no time at all, she finds herself in the middle of a sizzling no-holds-barred group orgy. Will she lose more than just her innocence as they pound her repeatedly, hard and unprotected, in every hole?
Book 3:  Betrayed By Her Kidnappers
Stacy and Josh thought they were going to have a wonderful weekend when they rented a remote cabin way out in the woods. They never expected to meet three muscular studs with a taste for innocent teen virgins! Now their wildest dreams are about to come true as all three horny studs...and Josh...take Stacy hard, fast, and without any protection!
--  PG Excerpt From 'Ravished By Her Kidnappers' --
Gemini's bitter thoughts scattered when another masculine shape emerged from the darkness, and walked right up to her. 'Here,' he said, holding something out. 'I brought you a burger.'
The rich scent of it made her mouth water. She knew she should refuse...it wasn't safe to accept gifts from strangers, was it? But one burger couldn't hurt, could it?
It was huge, and juicy enough to drip down her fingers. Flavors exploded on her tongue, and filled her with giddy pleasure. She'd never tasted anything quite like it before! Eagerly she bit off another piece, chewed, and swallowed so fast that she almost choked.
He rose suddenly, and offered her a hand. 'Come meet my friends,' he urged. 'We can at least make sure you have a good meal.'
She wasn't quite sure what made her clasp his hand. A quick shiver rippled down her spine when his big fingers curled warmly over hers. Normally she avoided physical contact, and couldn't remember the last time anyone had held her hand so securely. 'I really shouldn't...'
He was already leading her along. Gemini followed in his wake, feeling oddly cut adrift from the beach, the moonlight, even her own body. She seemed to be floating about four inches off the sand. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, though, so she let herself be guided toward the distant campfire without mustering another feeble protest.
The two men rose to greet her, and she found her hand being pumped enthusiastically. Then Dan was pushing a cold soda can into her hand, and Ben was urging her to eat another of those absolutely delicious cheeseburgers.
She gave in with a giddy shrug, and sank down beside them in the cool sand. They seemed nice enough, and it really was very kind of them to share their food with her.
After making sure her plate was loaded with more food than she could possible eat in a whole day, the men turned back to their conversation, enthusiastically debating the merits of sports players she'd never heard of. She didn't mind. The food they'd prepared was far more interesting...addictive, almost, so delicious that she just couldn't stop eating.
The rising moon seemed to bob and weave in a curiously seductive rhythm as she chewed, swallowed, chewed some more. Dreamily she gazed into the fire, enjoying its warmth on her face as she finished off the second burger and took a deep gulp of the soda they'd given her. Was it only her imagination, or were the flames pulsing with a life all their own, urging her to join in some primal dance?
Instinctively she swayed in rhythm, then jolted a little when one of the men laid a supportive arm around her shoulders. 'Easy there, sweetheart. Don't fall into the fire.'
'I won't.' She murmured it a little hazily, but didn't pull away. The heat of his muscular body felt good against hers. Why hadn't she ever realized how wonderful a man's strong hands could feel as they massaged her shoulders in slow, sure strokes? 'That feels nice.'
'Good.' Pete leaned a little closer, and murmured in her ear, 'You want it to feel even better, don't you?'

Autoren/Hrsg.

Pornelope,

Leseproben

  Corrupted By Her Kidnappers
    “What did you say to me?” By now, Shauna was so furious that she could barely think straight. “I said no! It doesn’t belong to you. Give it back right now!” Shocked silence echoed back and forth across the roughhewn stone chamber. The distant sound of dripping water was suddenly very loud. Her captor’s lips thinned into a flat line. “You dare to defy me?” In one smooth move, he jammed his big high-caliber pistol against her bruised forehead. “I have killed men for less.” She was past caring. She’d been kidnapped, dragged through the jungle, half-starved for two days, and scared out of her wits by gigantic snakes and lizards. Her head still ached from being bashed against the car window, and this was absolutely, positively the last straw! “Then go ahead and kill me!” she snapped. “But if you do, it will only prove that you’re a coward…and no one will follow a coward! Your men will tear you to pieces where you stand!” The gun’s muzzle felt icy-cold against her temple. She felt each vibration as he pulled the hammer back, and it clicked with ominous deliberation. Her precious high-tech tablet was brand-new, a birthday present from her best friend the day before she’d traveled down to Mexico for her long-awaited solo vacation. But suddenly, despite her righteous indignation, Shauna wondered if it was really worth dying for. Surely Amanda would understand if she explained how she’d been run off the road and taken hostage by these vicious banditos! Before the brigand could squeeze the trigger, a soft chuckle suddenly broke the tense silence, and a tall silhouette emerged from the shadows. “She is brave,” the newcomer rumbled in a deep, husky voice that sent unexpected shivers down her spine. “Give her back her purse and that pretty little toy. Perhaps we can find a better use for her than to feed El Gato.” She’d heard the enormous panther screaming its defiance when they’d rattled into the overgrown clearing. The thought of being eaten—dead or alive—scared Shauna more than she cared to admit. “She is an insolent little bitch,” her captor snarled—for her benefit, she realized when the two men began an angry conversation in some foreign language she could only half-understand. It wasn’t quite Spanish or Mexican, but something that seemed ancient and violent even to her untrained ears. She did catch a few words here and there…rescate, which she knew meant rescue or ransom, and puta, which sounded familiar even if she couldn’t quite remember what it meant. The argument ended with her captor spitting on the hard stone floor in disgust, and jamming his gun back in its worn leather holster. The other men surrounding them seemed to relax ever-so-slightly. Before Shauna could do the same, he grabbed her long auburn hair and yanked hard. “In there!” he growled, and shoved her through a narrow break in the rough stone wall. She stumbled, and slammed hard into a sharp outcropping. Pain made her eyes water. When she managed to swipe her bound hands across her face, she saw that the crevice was tiny…barely long enough for a person to lie down, and too narrow to stretch her arms wide, even if they weren’t still tied together with coarse rope. A smoky torch was jammed into a shallow projection over her head, and looked ready to fall at any moment. “Here is your precious toy!” The brute jabbed her spine with the corner of the tablet, then laughed when she hit the far wall hard enough to make the torch waver overhead. “Enjoy it while you can, puta!” There was that half-familiar word again. What did it mean? Before he could change his mind, she snatched her purse and the tablet, and clutched them like a lifeline. He laughed again, then spun on his heel and stalked away. Distantly she heard other male voices raised in amusement, excitement, anticipation. Already planning how to spend her ransom money, she guessed. There would be plenty to go around, since her parents were rich and doted on her. She’d had the devil’s own time convincing them to let her travel to Mexico solo as an eighteenth birthday present! It wasn’t her fault she’d wound up in this predicament, she wearily consoled herself for the millionth time. She’d done everything right. She hadn’t flashed expensive jewelry. She hadn’t gone anywhere with strangers. She hadn’t even talked to strangers! Who could have expected bandits…terrorists, she’d sneered at them before one had slapped her hard enough to make her ears ring…to be targeting her hotel? They’d followed her cab, run it off the road, left the driver trussed up like a roped steer, and hauled her off into the jungle with an efficiency that had stunned her. Now she was cold, hungry, bruised, and she had to pee rather desperately. Her long-awaited vacation had turned into a nightmare. At least she had her tablet back. They’d removed her 3G receiver, so she couldn’t communicate with anyone back home. But she could still play games until the battery died. That would help keep her from fretting too much over her situation. She’d been foolish to challenge their leader, she admitted…or was he? Who was the tall newcomer who’d intervened and saved her life? She could hear his voice out there in the temple’s main chamber; its deep rumble vibrated pleasantly along her nerve endings. Was he the gang’s real ringleader? Suddenly exhausted, she leaned against the wall, and edged down until her legs were stretched out. It didn’t help her tortured bladder, but at least she could rest a little. She’d need all her strength and wits to deal with those ruffians. She hadn’t given in and blubbered like a helpless baby, though. She’d stood straight and tall just like her daddy had taught her, and faced them down. They’d backed down first. That was something she could cling to whenever she got scared again. That was something she could be proud of.   * * * * *   Shauna woke with a jolt. Someone was shouting into the crevice and kicking her foot. She didn’t need to speak their language to figure out the meaning: Get out here pronto! Groaning, she rolled over onto her knees, then pushed herself upright. It was difficult with her hands still roped together, and every muscle in her slender body protested. But she managed it somehow. It seemed wiser to leave her purse and the tablet in the crevice; with any luck, they’d forget about her things, and not threaten to steal them again. And the tablet still held its full charge; she’d fallen asleep before she’d ever mustered the energy to turn it on. If she could find where they’d hidden the receiver, maybe she could steal it, and get a message out… But first she had to pee. Absolutely nothing else mattered until she’d emptied her bladder. And then she needed to eat. She was half-starved, and she’d make a poor hostage if they didn’t care properly for her. She hobbled along behind her captor, then squinted when he led her outside into the late afternoon sunlight. How long had she slept? Surely not more than a few hours! He pushed her toward the nearest thicket of vines. She balked until he raked her with a knowing leer, and pushed a scrap of crumpled paper napkin into her hand. Then she knew what to do, all right, and nearly tripped over her own feet racing for the shelter of some overhanging bushes. As soon as she felt sufficiently hidden, she wrestled with her snug jeans, and shoved them down around her ankles. The intense relief made her feel giddy and lightheaded when she finally wiped herself clean and tugged her pants up again. He was waiting impatiently, and grabbed her arm when she reluctantly emerged from the undergrowth. She had no choice but to scurry along beside him…but the scent of cooking meat quickened her feet. Four men were standing around the primitive fire pit. She recognized the three who’d kidnapped her and the taller man who had joined them in the throne room. He didn’t look like an outlaw… But then what did an outlaw really look like? They weren’t all hunchbacked ogres with crooked teeth and squinty eyes. In fact, none of her captors fit that description. They were all strong and muscular, with deep tans and broad shoulders. A few of them could even be considered attractive. They all paled beside their leader, though…and she knew now that he was their leader from the deference they paid him. He was given the largest plate of food, and the smoothest log nearest the fire. The others perched on shaggier logs and studied her with keen interest while they ate. He gave a firm order in that strange half-familiar language, and she was untied and pushed to the ground by his feet. Only then was she offered food, and it took every bit of willpower she possessed not to gobble it down with ravenous hunger. Either someone in their gang was an excellent cook, or starvation really did provide the best spice, because she couldn’t remember ever tasting anything so delicious. The wine they gave her was tasty, too, if considerably stronger than anything she’d drunk before. She sipped at it cautiously while conversations flowed over her head in an unending barrage of unfamiliar words. Gradually she was able to figure out their names…which might prove valuable down the road, she thought with grim satisfaction. The authorities would definitely be interested in anything she could tell them once she was ransomed. Cedro was short and brawny with arms like a wrestler and a barrel-chest...