'Taxing Times' by Ed Edas
Elaine Salvage makes a brutal and implacable enemy when she crosses swords with Keith Field for the third time in two years.
The sadistic multi millionaire arranges for her to be snatched and then supervises her introduction to the world of sexual slavery and sadistic sexual torment.
Taxing Times by Ed Edas is available as an e-book, in all the usual formats.
EXCERPT
It was obvious to anyone that Elaine Salvage was angry. To those that knew her it would have been obvious that she was very angry. Her blue eyes fairly blazed, the area around her finely chiselled cheek bones was highly coloured and her lips had thinned to a tight scarlet line. The object of her anger was doing nothing to improve the situation. In fact his slightly mocking smile coupled with the fact that she was having to look up at him was making her even more angry. “What part of ‘this is a private car park’ don’t you understand?”, her was voice cold and controlled, but the sarcasm was wasted.
“If you would only let me speak for a second I will explain.”
“You explained last week and were only going to be here for a minute, no explanation is necessary or acceptable.”
As they spoke the man was moving slowly to his right. It was a gentle manoeuvre designed to place her with her back to the parked van which was the subject of the argument. She started to speak again but at this point he had finally placed her just where he wanted her to be. The blow to her stomach travelled only a very short distance but it was delivered by a very fit and powerful man, Elaine gave a strangled squawk and folded with her hands clasped to her middle. As she did so the sliding panel door of the van flew open, her attacker grasped her shoulders and pushed her backwards. There were two other big men in the van, they pulled a large stoutly made canvas bag over her head then down to her waist. They made sure her arms and hands were inside the bag and then secured it tightly round her waist with a buckled strap. She was pulled into the van, onto the floor which had been covered with a large double mattress. Her attacker slid the door shut, climbed into the cab and drove out of the car park, as he did so he glanced at his watch. Just under one minute from start to finish, not bad at all, he thought. The van moved out of town onto a main highway and then a motorway, as it did so the men began the next stage in their plan. Keith, the driver, pulled up on the hard shoulder. He got out quickly and went to the back of the vehicle, bending down he wrenched off the rear number plate revealing another plate beneath it. He did the same at the front of the vehicle and then returned to the cab with the detached plates and drove off. As he did so in the rear of the van one of the men straddled Elaine’s canvas covered torso facing down her body to her feet. He reached down and began to undo the buckle to the belt holding up the trousers of her expensive pin striped business suit. As he did so she realised what he was doing and in spite of the pain in her stomach managed to flail her legs quite violently. It didn’t really stop him. The other occupant of the van moved to his aid and within a few seconds they were gazing in admiration at two, long, slim, perfectly proportioned female legs. “Would you look at those then Bob, fucking cracking.”
“They sure are. Knickers now?”
Their victim could just about make out their words and as Bob finished she began to buck frantically beneath him. The attempt was futile, he merely adjusted the balance of his 100 kg frame while his partner inserted a large hand between her belly and the waist band of some very expensive burgundy panties. He gave a violent jerk, the flimsy covering ripped apart at the seams exposing a pussy covered with a neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hairs. “Well what do you know, a natural blonde, cuffs and collar match.”
Both men grinned at each other and exchanged a ‘high five’.
“Ankle straps?”
“Yeah why not, then we can relax and have some fun.”
They both grinned at each other as Bob slid down her body until his weight trapped her thighs making it almost impossible to move her legs. The other man quickly fastened two 5cm wide leather straps one round each ankle. He fixed a chain to each strap with carbine clips and then as Bob gently eased his weight off their captive’s thighs he pulled them apart until her knees were almost three quarters of a metre apart. He fixed the chains to two load securing hooks on the outside edges of the van floor and sat back to take in the view. Bob took his weight off the now immobilised woman and looked down at the delightfully obscene display. He gently trailed the back of his hand and finger tips up first one then the other smooth trembling thigh. He gave a small sigh of contentment. Inside the sack Elaine struggled to breathe. She was crying, her throat was sore from her screams of rage and fright and as the hand stroked her thighs her brain tried to deny the obvious. She was not stupid, nor was she prone to panic, or jumping to conclusions but at this moment her mind was running scared of the evidence. They’re going to fuck me. No that can’t be right, they wouldn’t dare.
Even as she had the thought Bob placed a hand palm down on her pussy, her thighs twitched as they futilely tried to deny him access, both men smiled.
“You bat first Alan, I’ll just check the wicket for humidity, like a good groundsman before the match..”
The index finger of Bob’s hand pushed between the slightly puffy lips and both men smiled at the full throated scream coming from the sack.
“Noisy wicket, a bit on the dry side though. I’ll wet it a bit.”
He removed his hand then leant forward and gathering a mouthful of spit licked his tongue down the length of her cunt. More screams rang out but Bob replaced his hand and this time his index finger slid easily into her. He began to move the finger slowly in and out before inserting another and then another until he had three fingers deep in Elaine’s cunt. Her screams were almost continuous but the two men just grinned at each other. Alan had by now removed his trousers and pants and was kneeling between the smooth thighs stroking his very large and very erect cock. He spat on his hand and wiped it along the full length of the rock hard member.
“She ready?”
“Just about.”
With that Bob removed his fingers and slapped his hand down hard onto Elaine’s totally exposed cunt. The meaty slapping sound brought a break in the frantic screams.
“Now slut listen, we are going to have you, yes that’s it, rape you and you can’t stop us, so shut the fuck up, enjoy it if you can, or I’ll slap your cunt black and blue.” To emphasise the threat he bought his hand down hard and fast. A muted but very poignant cry of pain could be heard. Alan moved forward, he trailed the head of his cock up the smooth skin of, first her trembling right thigh, and then the left. He slid the tip slowly back and forth up the glistening lips of her by now open cunt and then with no further preliminaries drove the full length deep into his helpless victim. Alan roared with delight, withdrew a little and then lunged forward again.
“Good mate?”
“Fucking magic, tight, wet and hot.”
“Go for it, I’m nearly bursting, my balls feel like they’ll explode.”
“Right on mate I won’t be able to hold this for long as it’s the first time. Next time will be longer.”
With that Alan drove deep into Elaine and began to fuck her savagely, his powerful body slamming into her, shaking her canvas covered torso like a rag doll. Bob had stripped completely. He held his own throbbing member in his hand as he watched his friend take his pleasure between the smooth tanned thighs. He found the contrast between the superbly sexy female limbs and the black canvas covered upper body amazingly erotic and it was with a serious effort of will that he restrained himself from masturbating to an orgasm.
Elaine screamed and sobbed within the confines of her canvas shroud. She was soaked in sweat and gasping for breath between screams. She was not a virgin by any means, a divorcee with several relationships in her past, but Alan’s cock was by far the largest to ever stretch her cunt and the savage way he was pounding into her felt as though he was tearing her apart. She did not realise the sack over her head had a netting panel in the top to let in air, had she known that her terror would have been just a little less. As it was her terror, anger, and feelings of physical degradation were overwhelming.
Allan continued to pound into his helpless piece of fuck meat, glorying in the tight grip of her cunt round his cock and the smooth skin of her thighs as he slid between them. He had been fully aroused before he entered her and it wasn’t long before the sperm boiling from his balls sent his nervous system into complete overload. He roared triumphantly as he deluged Elaine’s cunt with come. After resting to regain his senses and breath he slowly heaved himself up from between the spread thighs and grinned at Bob.
“Oooh god what a fuck, what a fuck. Go on mate give it a go. It’ll be a bit slippery now but she’s so tight it shouldn’t matter.”
He moved out of the way and Bob knelt between the trembling pillars of female flesh. He looked at the exposed pink depths of Elaine’s cunt with the pearls of Alan’s come oozing slowly from it, and grinned.