[NSFW] The Adventures of Eve

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  1. Aletessa New Member

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    Eve's a badass chick living in a hard-boiled world crawling with spies and mobsters, where betrayal waits around every corner.

    All these stories feature bondage, violence, and rape. In order, they are: Eve's No Good Very Bad Day, The Interrogation of Eve, A Triple Abduction (which also stars a girl called Criss, and Erolair's very own Berseh), The Price Eve Pays, and Eve for Rent.
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    EVE'S NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY

    Shared cross-country driving was definitely cheaper than flying and more fun than the train. Gina's car being a kickass convertible helped; at the speed they were driving, the wind felt delicious in Eve's long blonde hair. But right now, the pair were mostly glad to be approaching a rest stop before said car ran out of gas. As they grew closer, they could see the garage came with a small motel and diner; cool, the girls could fuel up too.

    Gina pulled up to the pumps, and went to speak with the garage attendant, while Eve went into the diner to find them a table. As it turned out, that wouldn't prove difficult; the place was almost empty, just a couple of truckers, the bartender and cook. Eve ordered for herself and let the bartender know another customer would be in shortly, then took a table.

    The food was pretty good by the standards of the middle of nowhere. As they headed for the till, Gina added that this one was hers to pay for; Eve started to protest, as they'd been alternating gas vs food so far, but Gina shook her head. "I got a package deal for both, this time."

    "Hi, we're done thanks," she said to the bartender. Eve saw the cook coming out of the kitchen, and the garage attendant coming in from the parking lot; something in his face made Eve tense up, and she almost missed Gina adding, "You can take her now."
    "What?"
    "That was my deal, bitch. I get food and gas, they get you." The bartender was coming round from the bar, and all three men were approaching Eve as Gina backed off from her.

    Eve readied herself. "Just try taking her up on that, assholes."
    The bartender called to the truckers, "Free food and gas if you help us out here." And then there were five.
    "You shouldn't have stolen my boyfriend," Gina said.
    "I didn't! He hit on me and I told him to take a hike." Eve turned slowly, trying to keep as many of the men in sight as she could; none of them quite seemed to want to be the first to go for her.
    "And then he broke up with me because he thought you'd change your mind."
    "You should be doing this to him, then!"

    Seeing Eve's distraction, the cook went for her; but she wasn't as distracted as he thought, and her foot slammed into his solar plexus, dropping him into a coughing heap. But Eve could only kick in one direction at a time, and the other four mobbed her in the same second: the two truckers grabbing her arms, and the bartender her outstreched leg; between them, they twisted her over, and the garage attendant got hold of her other leg. With one guy on each limb, it was hopeless; Eve kept struggling, but she was held fast.

    "Bye bitch," Gina said. "With this many new boyfriends you won't need any of mine now." She left the diner without a backward glance. As Eve writhed helplessly in the men's grip, she heard the convertible drive off.

    The cook got to his feet, still coughing. "You're gonna pay for that, cunt." He reached behind the bar, producing a knife, and approached Eve. He took hold of her top, slicing through the material, and pulling it away; he did the same with the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked. The men holding Eve shifted position, putting her on the ground, still pinned; the bartender and garage attendant pulled her legs open wider.

    The cook crouched down in front of her, opening his fly: "You know what comes next, cunt? Exactly that." Looking pleased with this attempted witticism, he planted his hands on Eve's breasts and rammed his cock into her; he was rough on both counts, pinching her nipples with his nails or gripping her breasts with bruising force, his thrusts hard and painful. Eve shut her eyes, not wanting to see his leering face, and did the only thing she could, wait for it to be over.

    Of course it wasn't over. As soon as the cook came inside her, he traded places with one of the others who then took his turn. As it went on, Eve felt her body respond, her pussy getting wet just to protect itself from the intrusion. But the men noticed too, exchanging remarks about how the slut was getting turned on. Eve tried not to show her humiliation, tried not to retch, tried not to cry or scream, tried not to do anything that would give them more satisfaction than they were already getting out of her.

    After each man had raped her, the four holding her turned her face down, pulling her arms up behind her. She felt ropes going around her wrists and elbows, cinching tight, then the same around her ankles, before she was pulled into a hogtie; finally, a ring gag was forced into her mouth and tied in place. One of them, the bartender, picked her up, one hand beneath her breasts, one her mound; he didn't waste the opportunity to grope and fondle her while she was in his arms. She heard another voice say, "Put her over there for now while we make up a room." The bartender carried her over to the pool table, and dumped her onto the felt surface on her side.

    And then the diner went almost back to normal, the garage attendant going back outside, the cook and bartender serving the truckers, the truckers eating and drinking, all as if there wasn't a naked, bound and violated girl in the room with them. Eventually, the tuckers left, though they took a little time to grope Eve some more before they did. Left alone for the moment, she tried to surruptitiously test out her bonds. They were well tied; if she could get loose at all, it would take hours, more if the numbness in her limbs got any worse. They'd talked about making up a room. If they were going to put her in a room, she might be left alone long enough to try getting free; she just had to make it through until she got a chance.

    The diner's door opened, another couple of guys coming in, stopping short at the sight of Eve. The bartender called out, "Five bucks for minute's feel, twenty for her mouth, fifty we open up her pussy for you."

    The mention of money seemed to eliminate any qualms the newcomers might have had about what was happening; one decided he could only afford five, while the other sprang for twenty. As the first fondled her breasts, circling her nipples with his fingers, Eve tried to signal him with her eyes, make him realise what was happening to her; but he either didn't understand her or didn't care to. His minute up, he yielded her to his friend, who wrapped his hands in her hair, inserted his cock through the ring gag, and began to pump. He came quickly, but the gag left Eve no way to spit his cum out; she turned her face downward, trying to spill it at least, but the movement spread the taste of him all through her mouth.

    Eve couldn't see the clock from the pool table, and quickly lost track of time. A few other customers came and went through the rest of the day. Most were content with feeling her up, though a few chose her mouth; none seemed at all interested in helping her. Every time the bartender's business took him past the pool table, he cupped one of her breasts or slid a hand between her thighs, the casual nature of it almost more degrading than the earlier force.

    Only one customer paid the full fifty. The bartender and cook dragged Eve to the edge of the table, rolling her onto her front. Freeing her legs from the hogtie, they bound them instead to the table legs, leaving her exposed and accessible. Eve struggled as hard as she could, but all the leverage was theirs; she hoped at least that her fighting would show the guy that she wasn't a willing participant in this, but he just looked away during the struggle, then took what he had paid for. Despair flooded through her as he slid his cock into her, and when he was done, she didn't bother resisting again as they put her back into the hogtie.

    Then it was closing time; this time it was the garage attendant who picked her up, carrying her to one of the motel rooms, inside, and dropping her onto the bed. Worn out and numb from the horrors of the day, Eve waited for them to rape her again, but apparently they were tired too; they just turned the light off, and left her alone in the darkness.

    In the dark, she could no longer keep the tears at bay, and sobbed her misery onto the bedclothes. But the release gave her some of her strength back. She had to get out of here; tomorrow would only bring more abuse, and escape would only get harder. Again she tested her bonds. They hadn't been as careful when they tied her back up after the pool table, the ropes were looser than they had been; her capitulation must have made them overconfident. Working on the knots was slow going, but with some effort she could bend enough to keep the strain of the hogtie off of her wrists.

    It seemed to take half the night, and maybe it did, but eventually the rope on Eve's wrists came loose. With the newfound freedom of movement, she was able to work the elbow tie down to her wrists as well, and slip out of them. And finally, after hours, she could straighten up; though every cramped muscle in her body protested as she did. Eve undid the ring gag, pulling it out of her aching jaw, then rolled onto her back and sat up to begin freeing her ankles.

    Once she was free, she climbed quietly off of the bed and spent a few minutes just moving until she had got most of the feeling back in her limbs. The motel was silent around her, and she crept to the door, trying the handle. Locked. But the window only locked from the inside; Eve slid it open, then climbed over the sill and out. The night air was cold against her naked skin, but the chill dislodged some of the exhaustion fogging her brain.

    Car; she needed a car to get away from here, she remembered seeing one in the garage. Eve padded round the darkned diner, the garage coming into view. It looked empty of life, but the car was there just as she'd hoped. She crossed to the garage, looking around her as she went. Only when she got close did she hear the snoring from within... damn it; but she had to try.

    Inside the garage, the attendant was asleep on a cot, empty beer bottles beside him; he'd been celebrating, Eve realised, the thought making her want to heave. She looked around, trying to spot the car keys; the only ones she could see were on the table next to the attendant's cot. She crept closer, at least her naked feet were quiet, then reached out as soon as she was close enough, trying to grasp the keys without rattling them. But as she did so, her shadow fell across the attendant, and his eyes opened.

    For a moment, both he and Eve froze. Then he shouted, "She's out!" and sat upright. The sound of his call broke Eve's own inaction, and she threw a punch at his throat; he was half drunk, and didn't dodge at all, but she was still tired and weak from her bondage, and the blow didn't seem to faze him. Then he was up off the bed, shoving Eve against the wall. For a moment the fight went out of her, as the feel of his hands on her sent images of the past day flooding through her mind. Then she brought her knee up, into his balls, loosening his hold.

    Eve tried to dodge out from between him and the wall, but he caught one of her wrists, pulling her up short. With her other hand, she grabbed his forarm, twisting it against his elbow until he let go; then she planted her newly freed hand on his elbow and kept twisting until a satisfying snap made him howl. "Not so easy without five of you, huh," Eve said, kicking him the stomach, doubling him over; followed by a knee to the face and another kick to the side of the head. He went down; Eve picked up one of the bottles and brought it down over the back of his head, making sure he stayed there.

    She stood still and listened. The sounds of the battle didn't seem to have roused the other two. Part of her wanted to go after them, but the rest knew she was in no condition to seek out another fight. Eve took some spare overalls and boots from the store cupboard, took the money from the attendant's pocket, took the keys, took the car, and drove for as long as she could.
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    THE INTERROGATION OF EVE

    Eve sat on the bed in her hotel room, staring at the thumb drive in her hands. Being tapped by an honest-to-God spy to deliver a package was almost the last way she expected this Tae Kwon Do tournament to end, and trading her prize to know what was on it would have been a tempting offer.

    A knock at the door. "Room service."

    If Eve had been watching this in a film, she might have called the girl on screen an idiot for buying that. But no one ever really knows what kind of story they're living through. As she turned the handle, the door was rammed open, smacking into her hard and sending her stumbling. Two figures barrelled in, one of them tackling her. As the second closed in, she launched a kick at his midsection, doubling him over, but then felt a sharp jab at her neck; the first attacker had stuck her with something. That did mean he'd let go, and she dodged away from him, aiming another kick... but too slowly; her body was weakening from whatever she'd been injected with. He caught her leg and shoved her down; both men pinned her as her mind spiralled down into darkness.

    "... she's not an agent. She's just some dumb bitch they roped in as courier. Make her tell you who gave her the drive." The voice was the first thing to register in Eve's returning consciosuness. The second was discomfort in her arms and legs; she tried to shift her position, but nothing moved. Her wrists, her ankles, were tied; she was bent back into a hogtie. And... her clothes were gone. Had they? While she ached all over, it didn't feel like they had; but how could she know for sure? They'd moved her, stripped her and bound her while she was unaware; the possibility of what else they might have done was like ice in her veins.

    One of her attackers approached the cage, the door screeching as he opened it. Without a word to Eve, he rolled her over so her back was toward him, and took hold of the rope joining her wrists and ankles, using it to drag her unceremoniously across the floor. The rough concrete scratched at her belly, thigh, and breast, and she saw small streaks of blood being left behind her. The room was large but bare, containing only the cage and a couple of tables.

    Near the centre of the room, he dropped her onto her front, cut the rope and lifted her bound arms sharply; hooking them to something, something that abruptly hoisted her up, pulling her body off the floor. The shock and pain in her arms forced a cry of pain, and made her vision blur; before she could react, they'd pulled her legs apart and rebound them, to metal rings in the floor she realised as her sight cleared. She was bent over forwards, hanging from her arms, her legs barely touching the floor, every limb shaking with strain.

    One of them took her jaw in a bruising grip, forcing her head up to meet his eyes. "Who gave you the drive," he demanded. "Where were you taking it?" Eve said nothing, tried to look away, but had neither the strength nor leverage to move her head. "One more chance before this gets painful." She shut her eyes. She knew they were going to hurt her, maybe kill her; could she go through this for a man she met for ten minutes?

    Yes. They'd never let her live if she talked; keeping quiet might be the only way she'd ever have to beat them.

    The grip on her jaw vanished, followed less than a second later by a blow to her face. And then a rain of them: face, neck, shoulders, breasts; no pattern to them that she could hold on to to prepare for the next. At the same time, at the other end of her, the second man slid his fingers into her pussy. Eve tried to twist away, but her bonds made it hopeless; he began to play with her lips and clit, sliding in and out of her. Desperate for something other than pain, her body started responding to the invasion, unwelcome jolts of arousal running through her despite the beating she was enduring. The clashing sensations disoriented her more than the blows alone ever could.

    The second man entered her again; but not a finger this time. Eve could no longer hold in her gasps of pain at the first man's blows; but as the second one's cock pounded into her, the slew of shame added to the chaos in her mind made her afraid they sounded like moans of pleasure. She tried to concentrate on the pain, to ignore how the rape excited her body. It seemed to go on forever until the man inside her reached his climax.

    The first man stopped the beating at the same moment, and pulled Eve's head up by her hair. "Did you like that, slut? If you tell us what we want to know, maybe we can do it again. Or we can do worse if you don't."

    "Go easy on yourself and tell us," the second man added. "You don't owe that guy anything; you sure don't owe him all this." For a moment, Eve almost broke, but the grotesqueness of the man who'd just raped her playing good cop... fuck these bastards, she wasn't going to talk for them. She very deliberately closed her mouth, then her eyes, expecting another blow to the face.

    Instead, one of her captors kicked the back of one of her knees, bending that leg under her; her body dropped, sending pain tearing through her arms, and forcing another scream out of her. The men pulled her off of whatever she was hooked to and she dropped to the concrete floor. She felt them cut her wrist bonds, and tried to struggle free, but everything hurt and she couldn't stop them pulling her flat onto her back, and tying her arms back down to rings like they had her legs.

    Without pause, they wrapped a cloth around her head, cutting off sight and breath. A few seconds later, there was pressure on the cloth, pressure that leaked through to her nose and mouth and lungs; she tried to hold her breath to keep the sensation of drowning from overwhelming her. But then she felt one of them penetrate her again, ramming his cock in hard; every thrust pushing breath out of her body and letting more water in, as all she could do was thrash helplessly in her bonds and try not to choke.

    Again, Eve felt her rapist come inside her, and again the torture at her face abated at the same time. The cloth was pulled away and one of the men leaned down at her, demanding answers again: who gave her the drive, where was she taking it? Right now, though, they'd overplayed it; all Eve could do was cough up water, it would be minutes before she even could answer. Minutes she could use to try to pull her scattered strength back together. "Back in the cage then," her captor said. "And we'll see what happens when we take you back out."

    Stagnant adrenaline left Eve too exhausted to resist as her interrogtators cut her free and dragged her back to the cage, dumping her inside. She crawled to the farthest corner and curled up as tightly as she could. They returned to the far side of the room, conferring too quietly to overhear. But that gave her a few minutes to herself. A few minutes where she didn't have to fight, could save her strength, could let herself cry.

    But only a few. Whatever conversation they were having, a decision seemed to have been reached. One of the men crossed the room to the cage. She could feel it, this was her last chance to talk, or they would kill her; and if she told them, they would kill her anyway. If she was going to live through this, now would be her only moment to escape.

    Eve crawled to the cage door, trying to affect a broken look; make him think she was done, put him off guard. It didn't take a lot of acting. As he unlocked the door, she rammed it open, the same trick they'd used on her what seemed like forever ago. His forearm passed through two of the bars as the door opened; as the angle changed, they closed on it, twisting him sideways and sending him over, letting out his own cry of pain. Eve scrambled out of the cage, running for the nearest table; a weapon, anything heavy, if they got hold of her without one, she would die here.

    The second man intercepted her; she tried to dodge, turning his tackle into a collision, but the impact still knocked her down. She was halfway back up when his kick slammed into her side rolling her onto her back. She aimed her own kick at his shin knocking his leg from under him. He fell heavily to one knee, still reaching for her. She snapped two more kicks, her desperation lending her strength and speed; groin then throat, both connecting, he went down. Scrabbling round, she grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the concrete floor until he lay still.

    The first man had extricated himself from the cage door, and was running at her; dimly Eve registered the way he was holding his arm, and realised she must have broken it. She levered herself back up and reached the table, grabbing at anything she could find to use. A blow connected with her back, knocking her into the table, and her was on her, holding her down with his weight, his good arm around her throat. Syringe; she saw the syringe, reached for it, jabbed it above her head. It connected somewhere, the man's grip on her loosened and he stepped back.

    With the last of her strength, she grabbed something else and swung it round into his head, staggering him. Only after the blow had connected did she realise she was holding a gun. Expecting her to try to shoot him, the man went to disarm her; instead she snapped out another kick. Off balance, he went down, and Eve dropped on him hard, hammering the gun into his face until he too was still.

    And then it was over. Eve crawled away from them both, and huddled on her knees until the trembling in her muscles subsided. The second table had her clothes piled on it, with her phone and the thumb drive. She pulled her clothes on, wincing as every wound and strain protested the movement. She took her phone and the drive, registering the time on the phone's screen; had her ordeal really lasted only a couple of hours? She stumbled out of the room, down the nearest steps, found an outside door, and was free. Eve turned her face up to the sky and let the night air wash away what pain it could.
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    A TRIPLE ABDUCTION

    Promotional events could be exhausting. Not as intense as work on the set, but without any breaks between takes. But of course dancers like Criss didn't get breaks when they were on stage either, and Berseh found herself both admiring and slightly envying the little ballerina's ability to remain alert through the whole evening. Either way, she was glad to be returning to the hotel, and leaving A Dancer's Dream to look after itself a bit. Berseh swiped the keycard and went into her suite, kicking off her shoes the moment the door was closed behind her. She padded down the short hallway, making it three steps into the lounge before it happened.

    She felt the presence behind her too late to react as an arm wrapped round her body, pinning one of her arms to her side and grabbing her other wrist; she was pulled back against a muscular body, while her attacker's other hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her scream. Berseh struggled against the man's grip, heart racing, but she'd gone from relaxed to helpless in a second flat.

    A second man appeared in front of her, dressed as an employee of the hotel, holding a length of tape. The man holding Berseh jerked hard against her chest, lifting her slightly off the ground and letting her drop again; he let go of her mouth just as the movement forced the air out of her lungs. Before she could draw breath, she didn't know whether to scream, call for help, or plead for mercy, the second man had fastened the tape across her lips, silencing her again.

    The first man cupped his newly freed hand over Berseh's breast, while the second man did the same with her other. For a few moments, they groped and fondled her through her black velvet dress, while Berseh begged inwardly for that to be as far as they went. For now, it was. Pulling her arms behind her, they bound her wrists with cord, followed by her ankles. Then they picked her up, and laid her on a sheet, rolling her up in it. She felt herself hoisted over one of their shoulders, as he started walking. From the movement and sound of the door, she guessed they were carrying her into the corridor; surely they couldn't get away with this? Surely someone would see and intervene? As her abductors continued on their course, she kept thinking it: surely now, surely someone?

    The man carrying Berseh stopped and pressed something. An elevator, she guessed, and was proved right with the chime and distinctive sound of the doors. They went in. Berseh sensed other presences in the elevator besides herself and the two men who'd taken her. Other kidnappers? Someone else? She started to struggle in the hope that whoever else was in there with them would realise what was happening... and be somebody who would help her, but got only a "Quiet down, bitch" for her trouble.

    ****

    Criss leaned on the door of her hotel suite, feeling as tired as she'd ever felt. On stage, she could vanish into the world of her character and the production. But a promotional event like this? Constant interaction with people, an audience that demanded her nonstop attention and response... she didn't know how Berseh could do it and still keep her poise throughout the whole torturous evening. She was glad to be by herself for the rest of the night. She closed her eyes and slid down the door to a sitting position.

    Either she'd fallen asleep briefly, or he was very quiet. The first she realised the man was there was when he grabbed her arms, pulling her away from the door, and turning her so she was on the floor on her back, him crouched over her.

    "Do not scream, girl," he said in a low voice. He was wearing a hotel uniform.
    "Please-" she said, but he cut her off.
    "Do what I say, and I won't hurt you. This is about money. Nod if you understand me."
    "Yes," Criss started to say, but caught herself; she nodded.

    The man produced a length of tape, laying it across Criss's mouth, then rolled her onto her front, tying her arms behind her with something. He pulled her upright, half leading half dragging her into the main room. Now she started fighting back against the manhandling, but he seemed so huge and had her almost off her feet, there was nothing she could do. In the suite's lounge, the man shoved Criss onto a sheet, first tying her ankles, then wrapping her up like Cleopatra in her carpet. He lifted her up and went, it felt like, back out into the hallway. She heard the chime of an elevator, and her captor carried her inside. It felt like they weren't alone in there.

    "Quiet down, bitch."

    Criss heard the admonition. But it couldn't mean her, she hadn't been doing anything. There was someone else. Someone else who'd been kidnapped along with her... it had to be Berseh. She started to struggle herself, making mmphing noises through the tape gag; there was no getting free, but if they could just show each other they weren't alone in this.

    A hand slapped her on the bottom, and she heard a sound she assumed was another one slapping Berseh's. "Keep still, both of you," a voice said. No one's coming to help you, the cameras aren't seeing any of this. Pissing us off is just going to piss us off. You understand what that means?"

    Fight when it will help, Criss told herself, and subsided. From what she could hear and feel, Berseh had come to the same conclusion.

    ****

    Eve was out walking, alternately through bright streets and dark alleys. Her instincts told her it was dangerous, and of course they were right. But she went anyway, deliberately trusting her strength and training to defend herself should danger threaten. After some of the things she'd been through lately, she knew she was strong, but it sometimes it was had to feel it any more, and she wanted that feeling back.

    She turned into an alley that ran beside the posh hotel she'd just passed. A trio of employees were carrying something out to a waiting van. A couple of somethings. A couple of somethings that... struggled?

    "Hey!" At her shout, the two sheet-wrapped bundles started to struggle in earnest, making noises that sounded like stifled cries. Eve ran toward the van, the unencumbered man moving to intercept her. He tried to grab her, but she spun to one side, sending a hard kick into his side. He grunted, throwing a punch in response, but Eve ducked under it, coming back up to grab his arm and twist him over.

    "Stop it, bitch!" Eve looked toward the voice, and saw one of the remaining men had his hand at what she guessed was the throat of one of the abductees. "Let him up."
    "Let them go."
    "Do you think you can stop all of us before we can put hurt on these ladies here?"
    Eve let out a hiss of anger, but he was right; they were too far away for her to stop him doing anything to the others. She shoved the man's arm away from her, and stepped away from him.

    The kidnappers put their victims in the van, then turned to face Eve. Behind her, the other man got up. Come closer, she thought; get away from them, and I can take you down. But they didn't move, so neither could she. The man she'd briefly fought came up behind her, and kicked the back of her leg, knocking her down to her knees. Before she could react, he pulled her arms behind her, wrapping tape around her wrists and over her mouth.

    "Stupid cunt," he whispered in her ear; "they're our meal tickets, you think we'd've damaged them over your skanky ass?" To the others, he added "She's coming with us." The three of them forced Eve into the van with the others, wrapping more tape round her legs once she was inside; she saw a fourth man already in driving seat, and then they were heading away from the hotel.

    ****

    During the van ride, the kidnappers pulled the sheets off of Berseh and Criss. The skirt of Berseh's dress had been hiked most of the way up her thigh by her struggles. Criss looked similarly dishevelled, but otherwise unhurt. Berseh looked at the other woman who'd tried to intervene: long blonde hair, tanned, muscular, not that it had done her much good. She had hurt one of the men at least; judging by the glared daggers and the way he was holding his arm, Berseh could tell which, the one who'd taped up her mouth. There was a little bit of satisfaction in that.

    With little else she could do, Berseh shifted around, trying to work her skirt back down her legs. Her efforts garnered little but laughter from the men, but if nothing else it was something to do besides think about where they were going and what would happen when they got there.

    But now it seemed like one of them wanted to give her a preview. The one who'd first grabbed her took hold of her shoulders and dragged her up against him. Berseh tried to protest through the gag, but he wrapped his arms round her, putting his hands over her breasts again, and starting to play with her, cupping, kneading, squeezing. Berseh tried to ignore the sensation... the arousal that began to build as it clashed against her adrenaline. Power playing had always had an effect on her... but not now, she willed, not like this.

    The van turned sharply and stopped. The driver got out, and the other three started getting up; clearly they'd arrived. Berseh heard a loud noise, a garage door closing, she realised. The back of the van opened, and the kidnappers clambered out, hauling the three women after them. Berseh was again lifted over her molester's shoulder; as he held her there, he took the chance to transfer his play from her breasts to her behind. She didn't waste her energy struggling; some chance would come later, it had to. As they were carried up a short flight of stairs, Berseh heard the driver dialling a phone; a ransom demand, she hoped, at least that would mean they'd eventually get out of this.

    At the top of the stairs was a dirty room, mostly bare except for a sofa, fridge, and a radiator against the wall. The man carrying Berseh dumped her onto the sofa before sitting down next to her. The one carrying the blonde woman dropped her straight onto the floor; she managed to get her legs under her enough to slow her fall. And the one carrying Criss put her on her feet before shoving her up against the wall. Berseh's captor resumed his play with her breasts, but her attention was on Criss now. Was he about to-?

    ****

    The impact on the wall drove the breath out of Criss's lungs and hurt her bound arms. She got no chance to gather herself either, as the man clamped his hands over her breasts, pawing at them roughly. He looked over his shoulder at the other two. "I say we have some fun with these before we give them back."
    "I've got my fun with glamour-pussy here," the one on the sofa with Berseh answered.
    "I'm up for it," said the third one, who'd carried in that poor blonde woman who'd tried to help them. Leering at his gross pun, he added, "But I go first with the ballerina there."
    "Screw that," Criss's captor said, "I'm the one who took her."
    "And I'm the one who's owed payback."
    "Blonde knight over there owes you payback, not me."

    "And I'm the one who put this job together, but you don't hear me bitching about who goes first." The unfamiliar voice belonged to the driver who'd just followed them in.

    Criss tried to take advantage of their distraction to twist away from her captor's groping, but with her ankles still tied, she overbalanced, and with one shove he sent her to the floor. "Some dancer you are," he said, kneeling down next to her. He cut the bonds on her ankles, sitting on one of her legs so she couldn't kick, and forced the other leg away from him. With his free hand, he reached under her dress, running fingers over her mound, sliding them into her opening, until he suddenly stopped short. "Check this shit out. Dancing girl here's a virj."

    That got the driver's attention. "Well now it matters who goes first."
    "Play you for it," said the third.
    Criss's captor looked up. "Play how?"
    "Well..." he planted his foot on the blonde woman's crotch, pressing down hard enough that Criss heard her make a slight noise of pain. "This cunt here gets to be the board. Whoever gets to the end first gets first bite of the cherry."

    The men seemed to greet the idea with approval, and Criss's captor joined the other two standing over the blonde. Criss glanced at the door. A shameful thought ran through he mind that with her legs untied she could reach it, maybe run; but how far could she get, and how could she leave the others like that? She looked at the blonde as the men reached down at her, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry running through her mind.

    ****

    Two of the kidnappers grabbed Eve, cutting the tape that bound her wrists, pulling her arms overhead, and cuffing her to the radiator; she resisted, but they were ready for that, and kept control of her. Once she was cuffed, the other one removed her shoes, then opened her jeans. Between them, they pulled her jeans down, tape and all, freeing her legs and exposing her at the same time. She got no chance to kick at them, though, as they planted hands on her knees before the jeans were completely off, holding her still.

    Eve tried to look away from what they were doing. The smaller girl (a ballerina had they said?) was slumped against the wall, watching Eve with tears in her eyes and sorrow etched over her face. The brown-haired woman on the sofa had had the tape torn off of her mouth, and one of the men was telling her the rules they'd come up with: "We each take a turn with the blonde knight here, and you tell us which one you think turns her on the most."

    "No way am I doing that, you filthy pig," the woman spat.
    "Then we keep taking turns until you do."

    Eve felt her legs forced apart; she struggled as best she could, but she had no leverage. And then her field of view was filled by the man she'd fought earlier. "I'm going to enjoy this, cunt," he said, planting his hands on her breasts and gripping them painfully. Then he was inside her.

    ****

    Berseh's eyes met those of the blonde woman as the kidnapper thrust into her; she could still hear his grunts and the insults he threw, but didn't let herself look at him, kept her eyes on the blonde's trying to will her what comfort she could. Her own captor pulled her back against him as it went on, and she felt his erection pressing against her. He kept on playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples; she tried to fight down her arousal, but her body was too hyped up, and even resisting the sensation served to build it further.

    As the first rapist reached his climax, he slapped the woman, then made way for the second. The man holding Berseh shoved her forward slightly on his lap, opening his fly and freeing his cock with one hand; he leaned her back and twisted her so her bound hands were down by it. "Get me off, glamour-pussy," he whispered in her ear, "and I'll do the same for you." Reluctantly, disgustedly, she wrapped her hands round his cock and began to work him. Rather than return to her breasts, his hand began to slowly pull up her skirt, inch by inch until he'd have room to reach under it.

    The third of them, the driver this time, took his turn, sliding into the blonde; when he was done, Berseh would expected to judge between them. How could she do that, rate someone's rape like this? And as soon as she did, she'd be condemning Criss to the same; but if she didn't she'd be condemning the blonde to more of it. Her frustration made her hands tighten involuntarily... or maybe less than involuntarily; either way the man snarled and pinched her nipple. "Careful, glamour-pussy," he whispered. "I can hurt you a lot more than you can hurt me." He reached under her skirt and started to finger her, sliding the tips in and out of her; Berseh gagged a little in her throat as she realised he'd be able to feel that she was getting wet. She locked her eyes with the blonde again, this time wanting comfort of her own.

    The rape was done. The one who'd gone first, who'd taped Berseh's mouth at the beginning of this ordeal, leaned into her face, demanding she designate a winner.
    "I can't... I won't." she said.
    The man wrapped his hand in her hair, turning her head to face him. "You wanna stick with that story?"
    From the corner of her eye, Berseh saw Criss give a slight nod, an oddly set expression on her face.
    "I... him," she said, nodding at the driver. The hand tightened in her hair, but she managed semi-defiant tone: "You asked."

    The driver needed no further encouragement, turning to face Criss.

    ****

    Criss couldn't watch. It was so cruel and unfair; she'd tried to help them, and now they were hurting her just to score points among themselves. And forcing Berseh to take part in it, while that other creep groped at her. And all because of Criss. She wanted to call out, tell them both she was sorry, but she was still gagged. And she couldn't even watch.

    Between blinking back tears and casting her eyes around for anything else to look at, she saw it a couple of times before it registered. The knife, the knife the guy had used to cut her ankle bonds! He must have dropped it when he was done, and forgotten about it when they got caught up in their 'competition.' No one was looking at her. She moved slightly; no one reacted. She inched over towards it, using her foot to tug it backwards, then her hands to maneuver it behind her. Still no one reacted; one of them glanced at her, but no more, not even registering she'd moved. She was a prize now; they'd forgotten she could still do things.

    Carefully, Criss began to saw at the rope on her wrists; with every movement, she half expected to blade to cut into her skin, but it never did, and eventually the rope frayed enough for her to break it. But what now? She couldn't take on four of them. She couldn't run. Piss them off? Enough that they'd focus on her instead of hurting the others over her? Did she have the strength for that?

    She heard them asking Berseh for her verdict, and Berseh refuse. But Criss had heard what they'd said; if she didn't pick one of them, they'd just keep raping the blonde woman until she did, and maybe Berseh too. No. Criss couldn't be the cause of that. She met Berseh's eyes and nodded slightly. Berseh seemed to register the movement, and picked one of them, the van driver. He got up and turned to her. Her turn now. But she wasn't going to make it too easy for them.

    As the driver approached, she swallowed her fear, pushed herself to her feet, spun, and threw her leg out behind her in an Arabesque.

    ****

    Eve tried to disengage as the first of them shoved his cock into her. He was eager to avenge himself for the earlier fight, pounding into her as hard as he could, mauling at her breasts, throwing a stream of insults at her as he rutted; "cunt," "whore," "bitch," nothing that men like him didn't always say to a woman who fought back. Her eyes met those of the woman on the sofa; it was some comfort, at least one person who wasn't intent on hurting her. She felt him shudder, then come inside her. He slapped her, then moved off of her. Eve instinctively tried to hit him back, her arms rattling the cuffs against the radiator; she felt the pipe move slightly. Loose... could she break it? Maybe, but it wouldn't do much good with three of them of top of her. Wait for a chance.

    No chance was coming yet, though. The other two men took their turns; they were less rough about it than the first, but they still hurt her against the bruises he'd left behind. She kept her eyes on the woman... the man holding her was all over her now, groping her breasts and pussy; but at least they could try to keep each other separate from their respective violations. When the other two were done with Eve, they made the other woman pick their 'winner.' Eve tried to shake her head no; not to give them their license to rape the girl just to spare her, but the woman chose the van driver.

    As the driver got up, and turned towards the girl, she unexpectedly sprang up from her position by the wall, throwing out a pretty good back kick into the guy's chest. For a moment, everyone in the room froze. Then other two turned to face the girl, and Eve realised this was the only chance she'd get. She rolled backwards, planting her feet on the wall for leverage and pulled. The pipe broke away, sending a spray of water into the room; Eve used the sudden momentum of her release to send herself into another roll, this time to her feet.

    ****

    As the blonde woman broke free of the pipe, the nearest of the men turned back to her. She wasn't on her feet yet, she'd have no chance if he grabbed her. Berseh reared her legs up and kicked at him as hard as she could; it didn't seem to hurt him any, but it sent him stumbling into one of the others, and faced with sudden resistance from all three of their victims, the men froze in confusion. Berseh adjusted her hold on her captor's cock and balls and squeezed as hard as she could, eliciting a gratifying yowl.

    Criss had staggered the guy she'd kicked, but one of the others was coming toward her. She jumped, throwing her legs out in a Grande Jete. Her aim was good; her forward foot connected with his jaw, and he dropped like a sack. With a second clear of anyone attacking her, she ripped the tape gag off of her face.

    The man the woman had kicked was the closest; Eve snapped two other kicks into him, one into his knee, buckling him over, the other into the side of his head. He slammed into the fridge and went down. The man on the sofa was wrestling the other woman aside, throwing her to the floor. Eve lunged at him, punching him in the throat with both her cuffed hands, then gripping his hair and slamming his face into her knee. The guy by the fridge was stirring, and Eve sent one more kick into his head; this time he stayed down.

    The driver had recovered, and seeing his three compatriots all down, responded by bolting for the door. Berseh managed to get her legs in his path, tripping him; the blonde and Criss both landed on him, bashing his face into the floor until he was still.

    For a moment, all three were still, letting their breath go back to normal. Then Criss threw her arms round the blonde woman, sobbing, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry they hurt you."
    The woman pulled her own gag off. "Make them sorry. I'm Eve."
    "Criss."
    "Berseh."

    Criss cut Berseh's bonds, while Eve found the key to unlock her handcuffs, and pulled her jeans back on. Then the three of them used the kidnappers' tape to tie them up before they awoke.
    "Do we call the police now, or kick them some more?" Criss asked finally.
    "We... should probably call 911," Berseh replied.
    "Yeah," Eve added. "Do you remember the number?"
    "Can't quite bring it to mind," Berseh said.
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    THE PRICE EVE PAYS

    Eve sank the 8-ball, netting a few comments the gathered spectators about how she was a shark. "A tiger shark," her opponent added, pointing to the pattern on her top. But he grinned as he said it; no hard feelings. Grinning back, Eve collected her winnings and headed for the bar. The restaurant was pretty full, with little chance of getting a table, and her boyfriend Owen was still off in the casino. Drinking at the bar attracted assholes, which left the options of going back to her room or finding another mark for a round of pool.

    Two men in suits fell in beside Eve as she was walking, for a moment as if they were coincidentally going the same way; speaking of assholes. "The boss was right about this one," one of them said, reaching out to grab Eve's ass; she dodged away from him and spun, going into a defensive posture. But the pair made no other aggressive move, the grabby one's partner merely holding up a phone and suggesting Eve take a look at it.

    The screen showed a picture of Owen in a chair, blindfolded, surrounded by armed men. "If you want him to be ok, you'll stop being so jumpy come with us," he said. Eve thought fast. There were security guards in sight, but what could she say to get any help? Take the image off the screen and she'd have no evidence anything was wrong. Her instincts protested, but she subsided and nodded. The grabby one took Eve by the elbow, gripping her hard as they led her toward the elevator.

    The elevator took them up to the top floor of the hotel, upon which the men pulled Eve into a short hallway, walking fast enough to make it an effort to keep up in her heels. At the end of the hall was a double door that opened from the inside as they reached it, leading into a huge lounge. Eve looked around, hoping to see Owen, but there was no sign of him. The men led her to a semicircular sofa on which sat a large man, evidently their boss, who stood and faced her.

    "Your boyfriend's been on a losing streak, girl," he said. "More than he's got to pay with. Normally, we'd be taking it out of his hide, but once we realised what a hot piece of ass he had for a girlfriend, well, we thought we'd give you the chance to pay his debt and keep him in one piece."
    Eve knew exactly what he meant, but her mouth still blurted out that she didn't have money either.
    "You've got much better goods than money."
    "Where's Owen? Show me he's all right."
    "You're not in a position to ask me for anything."
    "I am if you want to be able to call this 'payment.'"
    The boss's mouth twitched, but he nodded to one of Eve's guards, who showed her the phone again. Owen was in the same place, and one of the men with him was holding a clock; Eve looked at her watch, the times matched. She let out a long breath.
    "One night and we're done."
    "You think we're negotiating?"
    "We are if you want to be able to call this 'payment.'" Eve's mouth dried. The boss had enough men to kill Owen and simply take her if that's what he wanted. Would sassing him turn him on or piss him off? "You're the one who said 'hot;' you're telling me one night with this body isn't worth his debt? One night, and we're done."
    "Some brass on you. All right girl. One night. But it's gonna be a busy one. Take off your clothes. All of them, slow."

    There wasn't any way out of this Eve could see; her only chance was to get him to honour their agreement. She slid her tiger-striped top over her head, then undid her leather skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then removed her shoes, and finally her underwear, until she was naked. She tried to keep her breathing steady as she did so, not show any fear of the three men surrounding her, or the erections they were all now showing.

    As Eve finished undressing, the boss unzipped his fly, freeing his cock. "Now show me you mean it," he said. "Use your mouth properly." Eve hesitated, then dropped to her knees in front of him, closing her lips around his cock; she felt him wrap his hands in her hair, and begin to pump her. "See?" he said to his men. "They always whore out once you find the right price." Eve balled her fists, fighting the temptation to bite down, or jump up and punch his smug, ugly face. Owen; she had to keep thinking of Owen, get them both through this. Instead of fighting, she clenched her eyes shut and began to work his cock with her lips and tongue, keeping time with his rhythm, building him. It wasn't long before felt him shudder and his cum spurt into her mouth. Grimacing inwardly, she swallowed it, knowing it was what he would demand.

    The boss looked at the other two: "Get her ready." They hauled Eve to her feet, one of them holding her wrists behind her back, the other holding her hair with one hand, and marched her through a couple of doors into another room.

    A torture chamber was the only way she could picture it, though she figured playroom was how they saw it. The walls were lined with frames resembling contorted poses of the body; and hooks from which hung ropes, chains, and whips. The guards gave her moment to take it in, then forced her to her knees on the large mat in the middle of the room. Her last chance to fight back... she willed herself to keep still, let them do what they were going to do.

    Her arms were pulled hard behind her, ropes wrapped round her forearms, then her upper arms and chest and breasts, the pressure forcing her back to arch. Unceremoniously, they tipped her onto her front; with no way to control her fall, the impact sent bolts of pain through her upper body as the ropes gripped and scraped her. The pair then bent her legs back, tying her shins to her thighs. More ropes went round her limbs; these went up to a hook hanging from the ceiling, by which they finally hoisted her up, leaving her dangling in the air. Eve tried to quieten the sounds of pain at the pressure between her bonds and bodyweight, but a few got out.

    The two men took the chance to run their hands over her captive body: breasts, throat, thighs, between her thighs; but to her surprise, one of them finished up by briefly stroking her hair and whispering into her ear, "He'd better appreciate you for this."
    "Please don't tell him," Eve thought but managed not to say.
    Then they left her.

    For a few minutes, all Eve could do was look at the ceiling as she hung helplessly. At least she was able to steady her breathing and get used enough to the feel of her bondage to betray no more pain. Then the door opened again, and the boss entered the room. He walked past her, pushing her to set her swinging, but didn't stop. Eve tried to see what he was doing, but the angle was wrong, she could only catch glimpses of him getting something from a row of hooks. What had been there? Then she felt it.

    At the first bite of the whip Eve let out a yelp, but she was able to keep quiet for the second, and the third. But it went on and on, as the boss lashed every part of her defenceless body, breasts, belly, arms, thighs, upwards into her back, sparing only her face; it took everything Eve had to keep from crying out again. The assault seemed to go on forever, but in the end it abated, leaving Eve's ragged breathing as the only sound in the room.

    Almost immediately, the boss dropped the whip and took hold of Eve's knee, spinning her round so her legs were toward him; he forced them apart, exposing her. Eve shut her eyes and tried to disengage from what was coming, as he slid his cock into her and began to pound her. His grip shifted around on her body as he pulled her against him, always seeeming to find the raw parts of her skin left by the whip; it hurt too much for her mind to blank it out: should she keep quiet or let the pain show? Did he want her to break? Would he be more likely to keep his word if she pretended to? Was she breaking already just thinking like this?

    She felt him come, but hopes for a respite were dashed as he called out "Your turn." Two other men had entered the room, not the guards, others, and were making their way to her. One took the boss's place, but the other took hold of her head, aiming his cock for her mouth. They penetrated her at the same moment, each one driving into her with his own rhythm, disorienting her as they pushed her back and forth; the only mercy was that with her mouth filled, she didn't have to spend as much of her strength on keeping quiet.

    The man at Eve's pussy reached his climax, gripping her ankles hard as he spurted into her; a few moments later, the other did as well, but rather than come inside her he pulled out a moment before, and spattered it over her face. Even now there was no respite, as the newcomers began to work at the ropes binding her; cramp tore through Eve's body as each of her limbs was released, and she fell heavily to the floor when freed from the suspension. This time she couldn't resist letting out a cry of pain.

    Half supporting her, the men pulled her to one of the frames beside the wall, large and rectangular with chains and cuffs at the corners. She was buckled in at her wrists and ankles, holding her spread and open; a ball gag was forced into her mouth and fastened in place. Then they wheeled the frame into the centre of the room, and left; once again, Eve was alone with the boss.

    He came up behind her, pressing himself into her back; she could feel his erection beginning to return. He reached round her, cupping his hands over her breasts. For a moment he stood still, then began to squeeze and knead them, sometimes narrowing his hold to play with her nipples; this was what he wanted then, not to break her, but turn her on, for her to want it. And it was working. Eve's fight/flight had been in high gear since the moment she arrived, and her trapped adrenaline rushed toward any kind of release; try as she might, she couldn't quell the arousal building in her body.

    A hand slipped down between her thighs, and began to finger her clit; the other switched between her nipples and caressing her throat. Eve tried to concentrate on Owen; stop fighting it, giving him what he wanted was the only way they could make it through this. She let the sensations come, arching her body against his; he slid a finger into her, feeling her wetness, and squeezed her mound. She moaned, trying to ignore the shame that flooded through her at the sound.

    The boss let go of Eve and crossed round in front of her. Taking hold of her hips, he entered her again, his rhythm more gentle than before; his mouth went to her breasts, his lips and tongue and teeth picking up where his fingers had left off. Eve played up her responses, feigning a pleasure to match her arousal; but her arousal was real, all the tension that had filled her now had an outlet, and she could feel her body building to orgasm. She willed herself to come, to end this humilation.

    Finally she did, and soon after so did he. He stepped back from her. "We're done."
    "Owen?" she asked.
    "He'll back in your room before you get there. Business is business and I pay my whores." Eve looked away from him, trying to hide herself from the judgment.

    The boss left without another word or glance at her. After a few minutes, the two guards returned and unfastened her from the frame, then conducted her to a small bathroom where she could clean up. In the mirror, her eyes were red, but she had managed not to cry throughout her ordeal; at least they hadn't had that from her. Her body was covered in marks from the ropes and whip; there was no way she'd be able to hide them from Owen, and she wondered how much she'd tell him, could bear to tell him.

    But that was a question to answer when she was free. Her clothes were where she'd left them, and as she put them back on, she took the chance to spit once onto the expensive carpet; the smallest of revenges, but something. The guards led her out of the apartment, back to the elevator, and down to her floor. As they drove away, the last of the tension faded, leaving her shaking, and for a few minutes barely able to walk. Then she made her way back to the room.

    At the door, she hesitated, afraid of what she'd find inside. But in the end, she swiped the keycard and entered. Owen was inside, pale but unhurt... she'd saved him. They crossed to each other and embraced, and Eve finally let herself break.
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    EVE FOR RENT

    A few more corners, and Eve was sure: they were definitely following her; two guys in that kind of dark nondescript outfit that spelled trouble. She wished she'd had more time to get used to the streets of her new city; they were clearly at home here, and losing them would be tough. A fear that crystalised a moment later when she rounded a new corner and found herself in a blind alley. Oh well. She got back close to the corner, ready for when they appeared. Only to be paralysed by indecision a moment later; was she really sure enough them to strike first?

    Before she made up her mind, the first one rounded the corner, almost colliding with her. "She's here," he called back to his friend. So much for indecision then. "You're cornered," he said to her, "Give it up."

    "That's when I fight best." Eve proved the point by a sudden kick to his hip, overbalancing him so he fell right into her arms; she turned and pinned him, putting him beween her and his partner as the latter reached the corner. "Who are you?"

    "Debt collectors," replied the man she was holding, ramming his elbow back into Eve's gut. Winded, her grip loosened, and he managed to turn, throwing a punch at her jaw; Eve managed to tilt her head, partly dodging him, but his fist still clouted the side of her head, leaving her dazed as well as winded. Meanwhile his partner had come into the alley and was flanking her. Confident he'd won, her attacker reached for her nearest arm, but she was able to dodge him and spin a kick into the side of his knee, sending him over.

    Leaving him for a moment, Eve jumped over his prone form, closing with the partner. He'd clearly not expected the move, and her first kick doubled him over; she grabbed him by the throat and arm, sending him into the first thug who was halfway through getting up. Their tangling limbs left them both stumbling, and Eve snapped two rapid kicks into the nearest one's head, dropping him. The remaining one was bowled over by his falling friend, and Eve stamp-kicked his balls, making him howl.

    "Debts. What are you talking ab-AEGH!"

    The shock cut off Eve's question, breath, and for a moments her ability to think at all. When she came to, she was prone on the concrete, the taser hit still making her twitch. A third man had come into the alley, his approach covered by the fight, and had shot her in the back. The remaining conscious one of her first two attackers climbed unsteadily to his feet, reaching out to the newcomer and grabbing the taser, "Gimme that." Ignoring the cord, he rammed the barbs onto Eve's back, between her shoulder blades and sent another agonising charge into her, forcing a scream out of her as it went. "That's right bitch, you'll be doing a lot more of that."

    The newcomer knelt down over Eve, pulling a ziptie round her wrists and ankles, pulling of them tight. "Stop playing with her, we need to go," he said." He hauled up Eve's limp body and threw her over his shoulder, while the first attacker did the same with his partner. They two carried their cargoes out of the alley to a nearby street corner and into some kind of van.

    Eve's head began to clear, but too late to make any sound, as the man forced something hard and rubbery into her mouth; he buckled the gag round the back of her head, then rolled her onto her front. She had just enough time to form the No in her mind before another taser hit tore through her. Before she got her movement back, her and the other man had removed the zip ties and were halfway through stripping her. Eve tried to struggle, but her shocked muscles had none of their strength back, and she couldn't stop them from finishing the job, and wrapping ropes round her again; wrists, elbows, ankles, knees.

    The man who'd tased her went towards the front of the vehicle; as Eve looked around with clearer vision, she saw it wasn't a van but a motor home. A few moments later, the engine started. The remaining thug looked down at her, until an angry grimace crossed his face followed by a stifled whimper. Eve realised the erection he was getting at the sight her naked and bound body was hurting from where she'd kicked him; even in her present position she almost laughed. Unfortunately he recognised her reaction and kicked her, one foot connecting squarely with her breast; her cry of pain was trapped by the gag, but no less recognisable. Satisfied at his revenge for the moment, he went to check on his unconscious partner.

    Eve tried to keep track of the RV's direction, but it was hopeless, and she had no idea of where it finally stopped. By then, the other alley attacker was awake, and once the vehicle was stationary, they opened the door, picked Eve up and bodily threw her out on to the tarmac. She managed to get her legs under her to lessen the impact, and roll some, but pain shot through every part of her, regardless.

    "Eve! Shit, it's ok I've got you!" Owen's voice, what the hell was going on? His arms went round her, holding her tight against him; it hurt against her growing bruises, but was some comfort all the same. But what was he doing here?

    Several other voices were laughing. "You've got her? That's hysterical."
    "We caught up with her in Tenderloin;" the voice of one of her kidnappers.

    Eve looked around. Besides her abductors and Owen, there were half a dozen more guys there, most of them armed; a few cars. She looked up at Owen, hoping the explanation wasn't what it looked like.

    "I'm sorry, Eve," he said. So it was, then.
    "Your boyfriend's in some trouble," one of the new crowd said; the unarmed one, presumably the boss. "A lot of trouble, over a lot of money. He said you'd be willing to help."
    Eve's instinctive denial was turned by the gag into a soft whimper, which was joined by another when Owen's face told her it was true.
    "I'm sorry, Eve. I just... I know you did it for me before, I need your help, Eve."
    Stop saying my name, Eve thought, just stop. She shook her head, and tried to wriggle free of him, but he held onto her, kissing the side of her head.
    "It'll be ok, they won't hurt you."
    They already hurt me, motherfucker.

    "As entertaining as this is," the boss broke into the one-sided conversation. "We work you till we've made enough off of you to clear your boyfriend's debt. A pussy like yours, it shouldn't take too long. Until then we keep hold of Owen here. Alright, take her back to the office." The two alley attackers grabbed Eve again, pulling her away from Owen's hold. As they bundled her back into the RV, the last sound she heard was his voice thanking her.

    As the RV pulled away, the men dragged Eve to the bed in the rear section. She didn't fight, was barely even aware, as they untied her, pushed her onto the bed, retied her spreadeagled to metal rings at the corners of the bed. The last few minutes were running through her head in an endless whirl as she tried to process what Owen had just done to her.

    The next thing she knew was one of them, the one she'd knocked out, climbing on top of her. He knelt there, opening his fly and freeing his cock. "Just so you know, bitch," he said, "this doesn't go to your boyfriend's debt. This one you owe me." With that, he rammed his cock into her, pounding into her as hard as he could, making it hurt as much as he could. When he was done, his friend took his place. "You might not be getting that from me today, cunt," he said, "but I've got other ways of making you pay for that." With that he punched her hard in her crotch; this time Eve couldn't keep a scream from getting out around her gag.

    The RV had stopped. Eve couldn't see out to tell where they were, but from what she could hear it was a little way off a main street. Her captors opened the door, hanging a sign in the doorway. Then they waited. With their attention away from her, Eve tried to test her bonds. But they were too well-tied, and everything hurt, and she couldn't find any way out.

    Someone was at the door. Just a street punk by the look of him. No, a trio of street punks. Paying off her captors. What the boss had said... renting her out to make back their money, to pay off Owen's fucking debt. One by one, each of the customers took his turn, shoving into her, pumping until he came inside her. Over the evening, others came and went, each seemingly happy enough to pay what was asked for her. Once or twice, her captors decided their location was getting hot and drove to another.

    It was getting light by the time they closed up shop. All three came into the back and stood over Eve's bound form; it was the one she'd kicked in the balls who spoke: "We made good money off you today, slut. It should be just a couple of months before you're boyfriend's clear. But right now it's time for our wages." With that, he unzipped his fly, and clambered on to the bed. He lifted Eve by the hips, and impaled her on his cock. This time, he wasn't the one who was hurt.

    The next morning, Eve was roused by a slap, and then the voice of one of her captors, "Wakey wakey." He leaned over the bed to untie her wrists and pull the ball gag out of her mouth; then pointed at a packet of crackers and bottle of water next to her, "Breakfast in bed, don't say we never did anything for you."

    Every muscle in her abused body protesting, Eve sat up. Her instincts screamed out to grab the guy, bring his head down onto her knees, or bash it into one of the metal rings her ankles were still tied to; but his friends were in the room too, too far to reach, and one of them holding the taser. Call for help? But they'd never have ungagged her if that would do any good. And she was starving. She tore open the crackers and began to eat, trying to ignore how it made her jaw hurt, telling herself it wasn't a surrender.

    Once she was done, they untied her ankles and took her to the motor home's tiny bathroom cubicle, shoving her inside; "You smell like a gross slut, clean yourself up." They didn't let her close the door, but nevertheless Eve looked round for something that could be used as a weapon; they'd been too careful, only a small bar of soap and a hand towel left inside. But she could shower at least; the stream of water massaged some of the feeling back into her limbs, allowed her to let out a few sobs without them seeing.

    Owen, you bastard, how could you do this to me?

    Eventually they told her she was done, and she emerged to find one of them had changed the sheets on the bed; they pushed her back toward it, and she saw the ropes waiting for her. Would she have a chance if she fought now, or should she wait, give them time to get sloppy? They must have read the question in her hesitation, "Don't even think about it, bitch, not if you don't want to get shocked again." Eve shut her eyes and forced herself not to resist as they tied her back to the bed and plugged the gag back into her mouth. They'd have to untie her again in time... when she had a sense of their routine... and if they thought they'd broken her they might leave an opening... she held the thought in her head, but it wasn't enough to quell the humiliation and surrender as she let herself be bound again.

    The motor-home's engine started, and a few moments later they were on their way to wherever Eve's captors had picked this time as the place to rent her out. One of them sat on the bed beside her, his fingers idly playing with her crotch; not enough to cause any arousal, just enough to remind her that he could. "We're going back to Tenderloin today, cunt," he told her. "Sounds right, don't it? That'll be you by the end of the day." With that, he jammed one finger hard into her opening, then stood up and joined his colleagues.

    Once more they opened the door and put their sign out. Part of her wondered what it said: did it claim she was willing, or did it tell the trickle of guys even now starting to come in what they were buying? It made no difference to the feel of their cocks inside her, nor that of their hands pawing at her breasts. Eve tried to tune herself out as much as she could; blank herself to how many times she was used, and offer them no reaction to use against her. Her body betrayed her, though; she could feel herself growing wet from successive intrusions and fight/flight-born arousal, and she knew her captors could see it too.

    Finally, the second day of degradation came to and end, and the RV was driven to whatever isolated spot they used to pass the night. Everything hurt: her jaw from the gag, her limbs from the bonds, her crotch from seemingly endless rape, her muscles from stagnant adrenaline. But she knew she had to get some sleep somehow; it was the only strength she'd be able to get back before morning. She tried to let her exhaustion wash over her, eventually rewarded by a fitful darkness.

    Like the previous morning Eve was slapped awake, and like the previous morning she tore into the crackers and water the men gave her, too hungry to consider refusing. And also like the previous morning, she was hauled to the tiny bathroom cubicle and shoved inside to clean herself up. Though the door was still open, the steaming shower water gave her a little isolation she could use to think.

    Her body felt as weak as it ever had in her life, and another day and night of bound immobility would just make it worse; if she was going to escape from this, it had to be now. Right now. If it was the same as yesterday, only one of them would have his eyes on her; one would be changing the bed, and the other getting the RV ready to move. Eve took a deep breath, trying to muster even a morsel of confidence or strength. Right now...

    Eve stepped out of the shower, the movement bringing her close to the man by the door; the one she'd knocked out when they'd first taken her. He'd been looking towards the front of the RV, but turned his head back toward her as she emerged. He sensed trouble a fraction too late as Eve grabbed the hand holding the taser and pulled him into the cubicle with her, twisting his wrist until he dropped the weapon; but there was nothing she could do to prevent his cry of alarm.

    He tried a lunging grab at her with his free hand, but his larger frame was clumsy in the confined space; Eve ducked and twisted again, slamming him into the wall of the cubicle. It didn't hurt him any, but gave her a precious second to grab the taser and aim it at the doorway in time for her second captor to appear; it was the guy who'd shocked her before, and Eve now returned the favour, dropping him. The man beside her wrapped an arm round her waist, pulling her against him, his other hand going for her throat.

    Again the narrow space helped her; she jumped, planting her feet on the opposite wall, and pushing. The man stumbled back, tripping over the toilet and falling against the baisin. The impact loosened his hold, and Eve landed an elbow to his jaw before rolling free. She found her balance first, and sent a hard kick into his head; he went down, but she got no chance to tell if he stayed there, as she realised too late her maneuver had left her with her back to the cubicle door.

    Hands grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards out of the cubicle, and ramming her into the wall of the RV; her third captor had managed to get past his fallen comerade. He kicked Eve hard in the side, sending her sprawling. Before she could get back up, he was on top of her, punching her in the face. Eve had landed close to the bed, too dazed to stop him getting hold of her arms and wrapping her wrists in the rope from one of the rings. Once he'd tied her there, he got up and kicked her again in the side.

    "You're going to hurt for this, bitch," he told her.

    Without waiting for a reply, he turned to check on the other two. Hoping he'd tied the knot too hastily, Eve went at it with her teeth; if she couldn't get free before he turned his attention back to her, it would be over. But it was hopeless; there was no way she could unpick it in the time she had. Forcing herself not to panic, she tried to think... the bed and the ring... it was still a motor-home's bed, not well-made. She couldn't undo the knot, but from this angle, could she pull the ring itself free? She planted her foot against the bed frame, and pulled.

    The ring came free with a sharp crack, the sound bringing the man surging back into view. Eve was off balance, and had no chance to stop him grabbing her and bearing her to the floor. But the ring was in her bound hands now; she swung it into the side of his head, once, twice, three times, four times, until he was stunned enough to shove off of her. She scrabbled round until she was the one on top of him, and hit him again until he was out cold.

    The end of the fight made Eve's body want to collapse, but she wasn't safe yet. The one she'd shocked was beginning to stir; forcing herself to her feet, she crossed to him, and added a few blows from the ring to his tally. She looked at the other one in the cubicle, but he was still down. She reached in and grabbed the taser, retreating to the front of the RV before working on the knot again. This time, she was able to get her wrists free before any of them awoke; using their stash of ropes, she bound their own hands and feet, before finally letting herself relax.

    Her clothes were still there from where they had stripped her two days before, and she pulled them on over her bruised and violated body. Now it was time to leave. She slipped out of the RV, the cold morning air both waking her from her exhaustion and making her battered muscles shake. She closed her eyes, one last decision weighing on her. Finally, she said out loud, "Pay your own debts, Owen," before walking away.
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