Pixie Isobella

A Choose Your Own Adventure Abduction Fantasy

He came with a deep, satisfied moan, emptying himself into me. I shuddered to know that his cum was settling inside me, warm and liquid. ‘Good bitch,’ he murmured into my ear.

The Abduction 1 is here to start at the beginning. This is a choose your own adventure story that has branching paths.

Kitten In Elfland: The Abduction 4

‘Good bitch,’ murmured the man who had just fucked me into my ear.

Still seated astride him, his cock buried deep inside me, I flushed at the warm feeling of having pleased him, of having been used to provide him with pleasure. I was surprised to find how much that turned me on. I began to wish that he would harden and start driving into me again.

‘You done with her, Daemir?’ I jumped at the sound. It was the second man, speaking from above me, and I felt confused at the oddly old-fashioned names. It seemed to me, as if from far away, that the names and their odd accents should mean something to me, but I was too turned on to think about it now.

‘Yes, the slut is all yours, Aldith,’ Daemir said simply, and I blushed again. I didn’t like – and was equally turned on by – the feeling that they were taking turns with me, without even asking me what I wanted. Though – I grimaced inside – probably my responses to their touch had told them plenty about what I wanted.

The one called Aldith slid a hand into my loose hair, taking a firm grip and pulling me up off Daemir’s lap. I whimpered to feel the man’s cock sliding out of me, then I whimpered again in sheer embarrassment. I was still blindfolded, my dress hung open down my front, my underwear, flimsy enough to start with, was gone, and I still couldn’t pull my legs together. I was still in a public club, dammit, near naked and being tortured and fucked. 

My hands were also still restrained behind my back, and I realized that if I wanted to escape, I wouldn’t be able to. I still hadn’t seen their faces. Oddly, the feeling of being so completely in their power turned me on even more.

Aldith manhandled me around the couch, making me walk even with my feet still forced wide apart by the spell on them, then he shoved me forward so my hips were against the high sofa back, my feet just touching the ground and my body bent fully forward.

I gasped in shock at how vulnerable I felt, bent forward with my legs spread wide, but I didn’t have time to process the emotion before I felt a hot, hard cock pushing against me, impaling me. He was rougher than Daemir, the first man, had been, and I heard myself half-screaming with the sensation as he pushed him deeply into me. He didn’t wait for my body to adapt to him, he just started to pound hard into me.

He was so rough that it almost hurt, but it was a good pain, my pleasure spiking high each time he thrust deeply and viciously into me. ‘Good animal,’ murmured Daemir, still sitting in his place on the couch beside my head.

I whimpered in shock to hear Aldith grunting the same words over again as he drove into me from behind. ‘Animal, animal, silly animal, so good for fucking, teach your your place.’

I was embarrassed but also turned on by the strange arrogance in his voice, the degrading words making the pleasure spike even more strongly inside me.

Aldith’s rough fucking was starting to overwhelm my senses when he finally came inside me, yelling his pleasure. I blushed again, remembering the club patrons around us, but no-one seemed to have noticed or to care what the men were doing to me in our dark corner.

I knew that Aldith had used me bare as well, and I whimpered to think of his juices settling into me alongside Daemir’s. Daemir was still sitting beside my head, and he stroked my cheek gently. ‘Nearly ready,’ he murmured, his words puzzling me. ‘Such a good little animal.’

‘Your turn, Halath,’ grunted Aldith, pulling himself out of me, and slapping me on the butt as if I was a cow or a horse. I jumped but I had no time to process his words as Aldith picked me up bodily by my hips and rolled me over the sofa back, to land on my back on the couch, my head still near Daemir.

‘My pleasure,’ came a darker, deeper voice, and I whimpered in shock, trying to move away as an unknown hand came to rest on my knee. I couldn’t move away from him. My hands were pinned behind my back, underneath me, and I couldn’t pull my legs together. I knew the newcomer – Halath, I supposed – was looking straight at my exposed breasts and pussy, and I shuddered, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

I still didn’t like the sense that they were taking turns with me, but my body also felt pinned to the soft cushions of the club sofa. The newcomer slid a caressing hand up my shin and soft inner thigh, making me shiver both from the physical sensation and the feeling of a third complete stranger touching me. 

‘You both seeded her?’ the new voice asked and I trembled at his odd wording, feeling overwhelmed as his fingers started to play with my pussy, his knuckles rubbing against the sensitive skin inside my labia between my entrance and my clit. 

Halath, the newcomer, didn’t wait for an answer from them, continuing speaking. ‘The animal takes our cocks well. You have done well.’

I gasped at his words. I tried to rise or to roll away, but I couldn’t, as I felt the man’s weight settling over me. His mouth lowered onto one of my breasts, and I moaned in need as he started to suckle on my nipple, while his hips settled between my legs.

I moaned again to feel him starting to push his shaft inside me without asking, thick and hard like an iron rod. He was bare like the other men, warm and wet. I wasn’t sure I liked him, I didn’t know if I even wanted him to fuck me. Yet it felt so damn good as he thrust into me, his silken smooth flesh sliding along my internal walls, already sensitized by the other two men’s penetration.

The newcomer pushed deeply into me, and ground himself against my pussy. Like the previous two men, he seemed engrossed in finding his own pleasure inside my body. I imagined his strong back arching as his hips drove into me, and in response, I felt my own back arching, opening me up even wider, allowing him to drive even deeper inside me.

The man laughed in rich delight at my response, his rhythm starting to speed up. I could hear the lustful excitement in his breathing above me. He was bare inside me and was going to cum while buried in me up to the hilt, spurting his juices deeply into me to combine with the other men’s.

He too grunted under his breath while he fucked. ‘Good animal, animal lets strangers use her, good slut, fertile animal, taking our seed, taking our seed…’

I shuddered at his words and tried to roll away again, but he trapped me easily, pinned beneath his weight and impaled on his hard shaft. He just laughed, a rich laugh, husky with his lust. ‘No, you don’t, animal, I’ve got you beneath me now, on your back, legs spread, where you belong. Teach you your place.’

Then he was hammering himself fiercely into me, pounding deeply, harshly against my insides, seeking his orgasm. My cunt spasmed against him, desperately wanting more. I didn’t want the sensation to ever stop, and even as his words earlier had puzzled me, I was more and more turned on by his voice grunting over and again, ‘bitch, bitch, take that bitch, good animal…’

Then I felt him cumming sharply inside me, and I half-screamed at the intensity of the sensation, deeply turned on by the wet feeling between my legs. I didn’t know whether I was more turned on by the knowledge that his hot seed was settling into me or by the feeling of having control taken away from me so that the men could use me.

Then I heard them – all three of them – laugh in sheer, intense, victorious triumph, even as the third man lay collapsed on top of me, his member still inside me and pulsing after his ejaculation. My insides were hot and burning, the world was shimmering in and out. I drifted, half fainting from the sensations.

I struggled feebly against them, feeling some kind of magic driving through me. But it did me no good as I felt all three men – the third man still inside me – holding me down and restraining me with firm hands.

I heard Daemir’s voice chuckling as the stream of magic rose around us, strong and powerful as a river in flood, blinding me with its light even through the blindfold.

‘It’s too late to struggle now, bitch. Good animal. You will make a good concubine.’

Then the darkness took me.

More of Catherine’s adventures in fairyland:

• If you’d like to read about if the abduction succeeds
• A short side story about what happens if the abduction fails – coming soon

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– Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel
– Capturing Clare: A Tale of Christmas Erotica.

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