The Abduction of Helen

Six p.m. Another working day has ended. Lena, as usual, closed the safe, folded the documents on the table and began to prepare to go home. She walked up to the oval mirror hanging on the wall and looked appraisingly at her reflection—short, with a slender figure. A beautiful, doll-like face, with big blue eyes, an upturned nose, and plump lips. Her long, blond hair is braided and pinned into a tight knot at the back of her head. The girl straightened her red sweater, put on her raincoat, took her purse and, flipping the switch, walked out the office door. A few seconds later the key turned in the lock, and small steps could be heard moving away.

Lena went down the stairs and, flying past the watchman, said to her, “Goodbye, Aunt Masha!” — fluttered out into the street.

Thick autumn twilight gradually fell on the city. The girl raised her collar and, rustling dry maple leaves, headed towards the house. Ten minutes, and a gray block of nine-story building, familiar from childhood, appeared in front of her. The front door creaked pitifully and Lena entered the darkness of the entrance. The silence echoed loudly with the sound of her steps up the steps to the elevator. Pressing the call button, she began to wait patiently for the booth to arrive.

From somewhere to the left, the figure of a young man in a leather jacket silently appeared. What an interesting face,” Lena thought as she examined the stranger. He looks about thirty years old, has thick eyebrows that grow together on the bridge of his nose, brown eyes, and a hooked nose. The man turned his head, a fleeting smile touched his lips, and he again stared at the light of the button glowing in the dusk. The elevator was approaching. Now Lena will go up to the eighth floor and find herself at home. Oddly enough, the prospect of being in a closed space alone with an unfamiliar man did not frighten her at all. For some reason, the appearance of the young man did not inspire any fear - he did not look like those scumbags who were shown in crime news reports, who raped or killed women in the elevator.

The booth arrived, the doors opened, inviting you to enter. The stranger let Lena through first and entered next himself. He stood to the left of the girl.

-Which one do you want? — Lena asked a random fellow traveler.

— Sixth, please,” the man answered her in a booming, pleasant baritone.

Lena slowly came to her senses. Voices reached her. Male voices. One acquaintance. Where did she hear him? Episodes of the last day began to emerge in my memory. Work... street... house... elevator... stranger... Stranger! The man in the elevator is him! And the second one? She heard the second voice for the first time. An unpleasant, hoarse voice with a strong Caucasian accent.

- Samir, no one saw you?

- Relax, everything was clean. Downstairs we met an old woman, she asked what was wrong with the baby, I replied that the girl had too much, didn’t calculate her strength and her legs couldn’t hold up. - answered the baritone.

- Do you think she believed it?

— I don’t care,” the one they called Samir exploded, “they couldn’t see me, it was dark in that entrance like a black man’s ass,” “I couldn’t see my legs, I almost fell down the stairs when I was carrying this doll on myself.

— Okay, okay,” don’t get angry,” the second voice with an accent reassured. She's what you need. Gotta like it...

The conversation of the kidnappers was interrupted by a groan from the girl who was coming to her senses.

— It looks like she’s come to her senses,” noted the owner of a pleasant voice.

Lena opened her eyes and saw men bending over her. The faces seemed to be in a fog, as the long-term effect of the sleeping pills was taking its toll.

- Well, how are you? - Samir asked and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.

-Who are you? What do you need? — the girl squealed shrilly and, clutching the pillow with her hands, hid in a corner. She crossed her legs in fear and looked around the room and the two men with wide eyes.

Samir put his palms out in front of him, “Quiet, quiet... Calm down... They won’t harm you if you don’t force us.” Believe me, I really wouldn’t want that...

— Yeah,” the second one giggled, “I don’t want to spoil such delicate skin as yours.” We'll ruin the gift for the owner. — He laughed a booming laugh, throwing his head back.

— Shut up, bastard,” Samir abruptly jumped out of bed and found himself face to face with the Caucasian, “do anything else like that, and I’ll punch you in the face,” he hissed.

— You’re a bastard yourself,” the Caucasian said, leaving the room, “my mother didn’t fornicate with Indians...

Samir and Lena were left alone.

- What did this second one mean by calling me a “gift”? Who are you? Where am I? What are you going to do with me?..

- Too many questions. As I already understand, you know that my name is Samir, the other one’s name is Murtaz, we work for one influential person. It’s his birthday soon and his brother, knowing his tastes in women, ordered us to bring him a corresponding gift...

- Am I a slave now? — Tears appeared in Lena’s eyes.

Samir nervously rubbed his neck with his palm, “It all depends on you.” From your behavior and the desires of your owner.

— They will look for me... they will look for me,” the girl whispered, choking on tears.

— Certainly,” the man agreed, “But we worked very carefully, so there’s little chance of you being home any time soon.”

He ​​looked at the crying girl, and his heart sank, but outwardly it was not expressed in anything - not a single muscle on his face flinched.

- Now I’ll bring you something to eat, then rest and gain strength. I don’t advise you to run, we’re on the fifth floor, there’s no use screaming, the house is being demolished. There is no one here except us.

The kidnapper brought food.

— For your own good,” he said before leaving and locking the door of the room.

Lena sluggishly began to eat.

Early in the morning Samir woke her up. The girl, under his supervision, washed herself and had breakfast.

— Go to the toilet,” he ordered. “We have a long road ahead.”

When the girl returned from the restroom, she saw a large black suitcase standing in the middle of the room.

Noticing her perplexed look, Murtaz grinned sarcastically:

- This is for you. In it you will go to the owner.

- This is necessary. No one should see you,” Samir supported him indifferently.

The girl shook her head and backed away from the men.

- Murtaz, - chloroform! - Samir commanded.

The girl rushed out screaming, but two men overtook her in the hallway. A rag soaked in sleeping pills was poked into her face, and the girl lost consciousness.

The kidnappers carried the limp body back, laid it on the soft upholstery of the bottom of the suitcase, and bent its legs at the knees.

— That’s it,” Murtaz said, devouring the young body with his eyes, closing the lid and fastening the zipper, “Ready for dispatch...

The SUV drove about a kilometer through the holiday village and stopped at the massive sheet-iron gates of a three-story mansion. Samir, sitting behind the wheel, honked his horn twice briefly. A security guard appeared, greeted those who had arrived, opened the gates, and stepped aside to let the car through. After driving a few meters, the car stopped at the porch. Samir turned off the engine. The front door opened and three men appeared on the porch. They slowly approached the jeep.

- Hello, Samir, hello dear! Did you bring me what I asked for? - Asked one of them - a tall, stocky man, about forty, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt. He extended his hand to the man who got out of the car to shake.

- Yes, Vic, I brought it.

- Well, show me! Where is Lyokhin's present? — the owner of the mansion asked impatiently.

- Suitcase in the trunk.

- She didn’t suffocate there for an hour, huh? - Victor asked.

Murtaz answered for Samir:

- Don’t worry, boss, - I drilled holes in the suitcase. Delivered in the best possible condition. In soft packaging...

Victor ordered to take the suitcase out of the trunk and take it into the house. The two henchmen who came with him carried out the assignment.

When they, groaning, carried the girl up the stairs, the owner warned:

- Be careful not to drop her! If you ruin the gift, I'll bury you alive in the garden! Bring it to the guest room!

Passing through a long corridor, the procession led by Victor entered a luxuriously furnished room, decorated in pink tones. The suitcase was carefully lowered to the floor.

- Good! — the owner said admiringly when his assistants opened the suitcase. He lightly patted the girl on the cheeks, bringing her to her senses.

Lena opened her eyes.

- Wake up, sleeping beauty! Are you home. I am Victor, brother of the traitor. What's your name?

- Lena. — the girl stammered. She still could not come to terms with her new role as a gift to some bandit. She wanted to scream and cry, but the fear of angering strangers suppressed this desire.

- So it’s like that. — the big man began to give orders in a businesslike manner, “Now rest.” You should be at your best tomorrow. Wash and eat. You will have two maids, and they will serve you. Everyone else out. I'll come tomorrow.

Everyone left. Lena was left alone. My legs ached from lying uncomfortably in a closed suitcase. She sat down on the huge pink bed and looked around the room. There was a Jacuzzi bathtub by the window overlooking the garden, a mirror occupied one wall, a low platform near it, a TV in the corner, an abstract painting above the bed, a low table - all this made up the decor of Lena’s place of imprisonment. Opposite the bed there was another door - a toilet with a bidet.

Two women came into the room - gypsies in appearance.

- Hello, honey! one of them said, revealing her gold teeth. She went to Lena and began to undress her, at the same time her partner was filling the bathtub with water. A sweater, jeans, bra and panties fell to the floor. The naked girl shyly covered her charms with her hands.

The bathtub is full. Lena was laid in the water, on which a cap of snow-white foam was already floating. For an hour, the women washed the captive, washcloths carefully washed her high breasts, went between her legs, and busily walked over her firm buttocks. Lena's legs were shaved and all the hair on her pubic area and around her anus was shaved off. Then the girl, wiped dry with soft towels, was laid on the bed. The woman who undressed her took out a bottle, poured some oil into her palms and began to rub it into the girl’s skin. Lena was overcome by a soft wave of bliss as slippery palms massaged her breasts.

— That’s it, that’s it, dear,” the woman said, “and now around the nipples... tummy... pussy...

Lena wanted to spread her legs wider so that nothing would prevent this masseuse’s hand from caressing her there. The palms moved lower, rubbing the oil over the legs.

Turn over on your tummy, dear,” the maid purred.

Lena obeyed and immediately skillful hands began to knead the tense muscles of the shoulders, slid along the sides, stopping only when they lay on her magnificent butt. The woman took a tube out of her pocket, spread her buttocks and squeezed a little white cream onto the girl’s pink anus, and then began to rub it with light, circular movements.

-What is this? — the girl asked. Such a pleasant chill...

- Softening cream. To avoid irritation from shaving. — the massage therapist explained.

It all ended with a heel massage.

Lena was dressed in a soft white bathrobe and led to a huge mirror. The masseuse's partner lubricated Lena's long, knee-length hair with balm and combed it back.

— We’ll come tomorrow, honey,” the masseuse said before leaving, “now rest.”

The key clicked in the lock, Lena was left alone again. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and involuntarily admired herself. Her long hair was shiny and her skin seemed to glow from within. The girl walked up to the dish standing on the table and took two tangerines, slowly peeled them, and, dividing them into slices, ate them, while drinking champagne from a glass in small sips.

Lena spent the rest of the day watching TV, choosing only entertainment programs to watch. She wanted to be distracted and not think about what would await her tomorrow. In the end, nervous tension and champagne did their job, and Lena fell asleep.

- Good morning, honey! — Lena heard a familiar voice through her sleep. Opening her eyes, she saw her yesterday's servants. Breakfast arrived. The women waited patiently for Lena to eat. Having finished with the meat and fruit, the girl wiped her mouth with a napkin and handed over the dirty dishes.

- We must prepare you. There is still time. Take off your clothes, honey.

Yesterday’s procedure with washing, massage and hair care was repeated.

- “Lie down on the bed, my precious,” the masseuse said in a tone impatient of objections, “So.” Now turn onto your side. Her assistant brought Esmarch's mug, and, having lubricated the tip, carefully inserted it into Lena's anus. The masseuse opened the valve, and warm water began to fill the girl’s anus in a thin stream. When the contents of the mug were exhausted, Lena slowly got up and scurried off to the toilet. She sat on the toilet and relaxed her sphincter - water gushed out of her anus. After wiping her butt with toilet paper, Lena returned to the room. Things were laid out on the bed: a beautiful light gray blouse with a belt, a bra decorated with artificial diamonds, thongs, a bag of tights to match the blouse, and high-heeled shoes of the same color stood next to the bed. Decorations were laid out on the table.

Lena put on her panties, and the masseuse’s silent partner helped fasten her bra.

- Sit on the bed, honey. - The maid smiled. She took Filodoro tights out of the bag, folded them up and, telling the girl, “Leg!”, began to roll out the nylon from the foot upwards. I performed the same procedure with the other leg. The woman made Lena stand up and pulled the tights over her butt.

She affectionately stroked the girl’s luxurious buttocks and said:

- Beautiful ass in beautiful tights...

Then, a low-cut silk blouse and shoes were put on. The nails were painted, and bright makeup was applied to the doll's face. A necklace, earrings, thin bracelets were put on in succession, and graceful fingers were studded with gold rings.

And now - hair! — the masseuse announced, clapping her hands. She forced Lena to stand on a low pedestal, so that the girl had the opportunity to observe the work of her hairdressers. Less than an hour later, flirty bangs hung like a visor over thin eyebrows, long hair was sprinkled with glitter, gathered at the back of the head into a high ponytail and grabbed with three large hairpins that made it flat and wide, the tip was curled and lay on the lush butt.

-Girl, you are just a sweetie! My sweet doll! Mmm! What beauty - breasts, butt, tail! — the lady said admiringly.

— Thank you,” the girl smiled.

The woman lightly spanked her on her protruding butt.

-Where is the skirt?

— Suspecting something was wrong, Lena asked in confusion.

-What skirt, honey? - the woman grinned, - this is all your packaging. Wait a minute though.

She smiled and slipped out of the room.

She did not return alone. With her was a smartly dressed Victor.

- Well, great! - he said appreciatively, - the gift is magnificent. Only such a diamond needs decent packaging. With these words, he loudly clapped his hands three times and two short-haired men entered the room and brought in a case for a double bass. From a terrible guess, everything tightened inside Lena. The case was white and shiny. They laid it on the floor and lifted the lid. The inside of the container was upholstered in red satin. The case was hospitably waiting for Lena.

— This is for you,” Victor explained, “put my wonderful gift in your packaging and let’s go to the holiday.” With these words, his hand fell on the girl’s luxurious tail and lightly pushed her back towards the open case.

— Don’t... please,” the girl begged.

— Don’t you dare cry,” Victor hissed, “or else... or I’ll impale you!” Lena felt his hand slide under her blouse, and his finger, pulling the thin fabric of her tights, rested on her tightly compressed anus.

Lena suppressed the tears that rolled down with a great effort of will.

- Come on... - He spanked the girl on the round bottom, - Lie down yourself or we will help...

- Be careful, lie down, girl, - Don’t tear your tights, don’t forget your blouse, make sure your ponytail doesn’t fray. Well, I’ll help you pack you now,” the smiling lady fussed, “it’s impossible for such beauty to be spoiled.” You are welcome.

Lena, not without the woman’s help, carefully sank onto the soft upholstery of the bottom of the case. The woman straightened her luxurious ponytail and blouse so that it wouldn’t wrinkle.

— Виктор, наша девочка готова, — отрапортовала она хозяину.

Мужчина удовлетворённо кивнул.

— Отличная работа, Соня. Хорошая куколка. Лежи там и помалкивай, — а то сюрприз испортишь, — и добавил, — закрывайте футляр и выносите…

Праздник удался на славу. За здоровье именинника было сказано неимоверное количество тостов, опустошено несколько десятков бутылок дорогого, импортного спиртного. Ближе к полуночи гости стали покидать угасающее празднество, — за ворота дома то и дело блистая в темноте включенными фарами, выезжали иномарки. Наконец, спешно от-кланялся последний гость, прислуга и телохранители отправлены отдыхать после суетного дня, затихла гремевшая весь день музыка и в доме наступила тишина, нарушаемая, из-редка, ненавязчивыми звуками ночи. Виновник торжества и его брат неровной походкой шли по коридору второго этажа.

— Куда ты тащишь меня, Витёк? — слегка заплетающимся языком спросил именин-ник.

— Сюрприз! Тебе понравится мой подарок. — С этими словами он открыл дверь в яр-ко освещённую комнату. В центре её была низкая тахта, а на ней был белый футляр контрабаса, перевязанный красным бантом.

— Это мне? — удивился Алексей и недоуменно уставился на брата. — Я же не умею играть…

— О, поверь мне, этот инструмент тебе понравится. — Он погладил блестящую поверхность. — Ты на нём сыграешь несколько замечательных композиций… — с этими словами Виктор щёлкнул замками, — Ап!… Он потянул крышку на себя открывая футляр.

Алексей едва не ахнул от удовольствия, — в футляре хлопая длинными ресницами, лежала миниатюрная, похожая на куклу девушка, одетая в сексуальный наряд.

— Ну, спасибо, братан! Удружил, Витюха! Роскошный подарок! — он захлопнул футляр с девушкой и спешно выпроводил брата за дверь.

Он остался один, и сейчас вернётся к своему инструменту, — девочке с внешностью Барби запертой в своей тесной тюрьме.

Именинник поднял крышку и помог девушке выбраться из футляра, в котором она провела несколько часов в заточении. Он осмотрел Лену с ног до головы, еле заметно задерживая своё внимание на высокой груди и стройный ногах в сером нейлоне.

Довольно хмыкнув осмотром фасада, он сказал девушке, — «Повернись». Лена под-чинилась. От долгого лежания на спине в замкнутом пространстве туалет похищенной не-сколько пострадал, и Алексей решил это поправить. Он пригладил роскошный плоский хвост девушки, разровнял складки на блузке, при этом приподнял край одежды, чтобы по-любоваться на роскошную попочку.

Удовлетворённый осмотром подарка Алексей решил перед сном сыграть на этом инструменте.

— Вот, что куколка, — я тебя освободил из футляра, в который тебя заперли похитите-ли, и освободитель имеет право на маленькую награду за доброе дело, — одним словом выбирай, как тебя взять: спереди или сзади. Спереди — в киску, сзади — в попу…

Девушка опешила и не могла сказать ни слова.

— Всё приходится решать самому. Никакой инициативы. Ну, что ж, — кинем монетку. Орёл — киска, решка — попочка. — Он достал из кармана монетку, подбросил её и поймал в воздухе.

— Решка! — объявил Алексей. — Вставай на край кровати в позу шкoльницы, — на коленочки и локоточки, а дядя приспустит сейчас твои красивые колготочки и вдует тебе в пердильничек по самые абрикосы. Член у дяди Лёши большой, будет моей девочке немного больно, но надо перетерпеть, только сначала надо сделать именинный минетик.

Он заставил девушку опуститься перед ним на колени, расстегнул брюки и засунул свой прибор Лене в открытый ротик.

Алексей положил руку на затылок своей пленницы и начал трахать её в нежный, с алыми губами рот.

Через несколько минут комната наполнилась его стонами блаженства. Девушка старалась из всех сил то и дело, бросая взгляды на мужчину. Наконец он остановил её.

— Ух, подожди, — задыхаясь, проговорил он. — Сменим позицию, — на четвереньки на постель, задницей ко мне. Шевелись…

Ужас охватил Лену от того, что должно было произойти через несколько секунд, — большой мужской член войдёт в её маленькую, девственную, заднюю дырочку, но девушка подчинилась. Анальный секс предусматривался с самого начала, — вот почему ей сделали утром клизму. Она подошла к широкой постели опустилась на колени и локти, её обворожительная попа гордо возвышалась готовая отдаться на милость победителя.

Лена услышала приглушённые ворсом ковра шаги, мужчина встал за ней.

— Так, поднимем край блузочки,… — начал он комментировать свои действия, — сейчас аккуратно, спускаем колготочки,… трусики,… раздвигаем полупопия,… немного крема на дырочку…

Размазав немного крема для анального секса между пышных ягодиц девушки, муж-чина поправил её присыпанные блёстками волосы, собранные в роскошный хвост и резко ввёл член ей в анус. Девушка пронзительно закричала от боли, — это ворвалась в её оттопыренную попочку лишь только головка большого члена. Смазка ничуть не уменьшила страданий Лены. Насильник блаженствовал, — какое нежное, упругое отверстие, как оно податливо растягивается под его натиском. Он обхватил тонкую девичью талию и лёг грудью на спину наложницы, — на её роскошную блестящую причёску, при этом его одноглазая змея под нужным углом полностью погрузилась в попу. Девушка хотела шире расставить ноги, но они были спутаны спущенными трусиками и колготками. Алексей медленно стал двигаться, толкая, скользкий поршень по узкому туннелю. На глазах Лены выступили слёзы, но тушь была качественная и нисколько не размазалась по лицу.

Девушка потеряла счёт времени. Прошла, казалось, целая вечность, когда насильник извлёк из горящей от боли попы свой член.

— Неужели, всё? — подумала Лена. Но нет тут-то было, через мгновение половой орган вонзился вновь, и бедная девушка опять закричала от боли.

Через несколько минут здоровяк кончил ей прямо в попу, — его сперма залила задний проход несчастной. Он натянул на попку стринги и колготки. Как только девушка встала, из её растянутой задней дырочки тонкой струйкой стала вытекать мужская сперма, мгновенно пропитавшая тонкий нейлон…

Лена была наложницей авторитета Алексея два месяца, пока наёмный киллер его не убрал, потом была облава, организованная милицией. Многие приближённые покойного были арестованы, и Лена смогла вернуться домой.