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Caught And Captured By Porch Pirates! Beth Is Kept… Worshipped By Paul’s Cousins— Part 4

[WARNING — NON-CON — BDSM — CNC — KIDNAPPED — THREESOME — TRANSGRESSIVE]

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After being taken from her boyfriend’s porch against her will. Driven around in the back of a van, with stacks of other packages. Treated like nothing more than an it, a thing. Being helplessly bound and bent over in medieval stocks. Then spanked, fucked, pegged up her ass, fucked, and spanked. Beth couldn’t be happier!

Even though she was at the mercy of two complete strangers, not knowing if she’d get to see Paul, her boyfriend, ever again, or even the light of day, Beth had never been so fucking wet, or had ever cum so much in her life, much less in such a limited number of hours.

Her fantasy of being found, helplessly bound, packaged, and left on her boyfriend’s porch had taken an unexpected route, where she had become even more helpless than she could have ever fantasized about.

Zote: Yes, everyone expects their packages to be stolen off their porches at some point, but that’s not Beth’s innocent and trusting way. Innocent if you ignore her extremely naughty cravings.

Initially, Beth felt guilty about the pleasures she was receiving at the hands of these two porch pirates plundering her ass and pussy. But that ended the second she found out the penis in her pussy wasn’t that of a pirate, but Paul, her very sneaky boyfriend who secretly supercharged her fantasy.

Paul had taken his cousin’s van to get the current four-for-the-price-of-three deal on new all-weather tires. While he was gone, Jim and Janet had helped Beth to get showered, fed, and back into her bra and panties that had been washed.

Beth, truly enjoying some of Janet’s leftover casserole, comments, “This is really good. I’d love to get the recipe, so I could make it sometime.”

Janet, with a stone-cold expression, says, “We don’t have an oven in the dungeon.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’d make it in my oven when I get back home.”

There is no reply from Janet, who sits quietly, as if she has something to say, but chooses not to.

Beth mentions, “This sure warmed up my insides, but I’m a little cold on the outside. Do you have any old clothing you don’t need I could wear, or maybe something in one of those boxes you… found?”

Paul comments, “Clothing would just get in the way.”

Beth no longer finished her question of, “Get in the way of what?” and she was being taken from the dinner table and right back into the dungeon… to a new, large, black, and sturdy as hell bondage device.

“Wait! Shouldn’t we wait for Paul?”

“To come back from the first-come, first-served tire place, that he wasn’t outside waiting at opening time? Fuck No!”

Pressing her back up against the cold wood, the two of them force Beth’s arms into an outward-stretching position before putting them into cuffs bolted to the cross. Being bound in a way as if she’s being worshipped.

I should take a moment to give some detail to the term “force.” Beth had been rested up, bathed, fed, and more. She was in her best spot if she was ready to fight back, but her pussy, much like a penis, had other ideas.

She play-fought, “Hey! What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like we’re doing?” asks Janet.

“You can’t do this to me!” Struggling weakly, keeping her arms in place, even during the moments when neither Jim nor Janet is holding them.

“We can do whatever the fuck we want to do with you. You’re our property now.”

Jim adds, in an irritating sing-songy way, “Finders keepers losers weepers.”

Beth replies, as her faux struggling continues, as her ankles are being solidly bound to the base of the cross, “That’s not a real thing!”

“According to what I’ve already learned in my evening legal classes, you’re what’s legally known as abandoned property. The original owner intentionally gave up all rights to you.”

“Like throwing an old used couch on the curb,” adds Janet.

Jim continues by bobbling her breasts before resting his head on them, “And although you’re still comfy to snuggle with like a couch, you’ve obviously been used like an old one that’s been at too many parties.”

“A few too many drinks spilled on you,” adds Janet.

“Or in you,” continues Jim.

As much as being put back into completely inescapable bondage by these two strangers, who are also cousins to her boyfriend, is making her pussy throb in the oddest of ways, listening to them is pissing her off.

“YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT ME LIKE… MMMMMM!”

Putting the gag back into Beth’s mouth, Janet comments, “Isn’t that cute? The thing thinks it has rights.”

“It’ll learn… eventually.”

“If it doesn’t… does it really matter?”

Beth’s mind is spinning in more directions than she can comprehend! Are they just fucking with her, or is this real? Are they playing a game Paul told them to do, or do they believe she belongs to them? Whatever the answers are, her butterflies are on full flutter, and her pussy is on full gush.

Janet is putting back on her purple harness and is holding a dildo that would instill fear in even the loosest of sexually starved people. Beth doesn’t know how Janet can use that on her, bound as she is, but that question doesn’t take long to get answered.

“Hey, Jim, get over here.”

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Seeing Janet connecting the dildo, he asks, “Why?”

“You know why. I guessed the train had an odd number of cars, and I was right. So now I get to fuck you up your ass.”

“The caboose doesn’t count as a car!”

“It did on your trainset. Says right on the box… seventeen cars. Now drop-em and bend your ass over the horse.”

What these two do sexually really doesn’t matter to Beth, but when they decide to do it right in front of her, she’s as good as being forced to watch. She tries to keep her eyes closed, but she can’t.

Having Janet, who Beth can’t deny has a fantastic ass, in the tightest and whitest of Daisy Dukes, hard pumping her dildo into Jim’s ass, while discussing the ingredients of her next casserole with him… really isn’t someone one can look away from.

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Beth’s mind is now freaking out even more! Where’s Paul?!?! Is he coming back? Did he get the all-weather tires, or skimp on the price? Is Jim enjoying being fucked up his ass, and does he really have any preferences for Janet’s next casserole? Cause Beth is hoping for ham and green peppers…

TO BE CONTINUED…