He crossed around to her side of the car. "Ah. Okay. Problem with that one I would see ." He responded. "Can I offer you a lift anywhere and you can collect your car in the morning ? Or would you prefer to use my phone to call someone? " The Chauffeur walked up beside her as they spoke. " I think you can see the problem here Richard." "Can you drop me at the Queen s Head in the City ? Some of my friends are there and I can sort out from there. It s only about 15 min away ." She smiled her most practiced damsel in distress smile . "No problem, I know it well." His smile was pleasant, charming in a way. Richard held the door as the two got into the back of the car. As she climbed onto the long back seat she was surprised to see a woman sitting there whom she had previously not noticed. She assumed that she had arrived whilst she was distracted. The car started and pulled away from the car park but instead of turning towards the City it turned exactly the opposite way. "What the "? She started but was silenced immediately with a sharp smack across the face from the woman next to her. "Shut up. Keep quiet and you won t get hurt". The woman snarled. "Well not too much anyway " she added half to herself. Kirstie started to rise and shouted " Fuck you, you bastard " She never finished her sentence as a fist smashed into her stomach and forced her back into the seat gasping for breath. "Now be quiet " the man said very calmly but with more menace than any amount of shouting. She felt a knife s point break the skin just where her throat joined her chin. The fear spread over her and she slumped back and started to sob. The woman next to her smiled and kissed the girl s cheek where the tears ran down and she felt a hand run up the inside of her thigh. Two fingers were unceremoniously pushed past her knickers and into her cunt. " Please. I'll do anything that you want" she sobbed. "Yes, Yes you will" the man s voice came through her tears. " But let s see if you mean that shall we "? "Remove these" he said pulling at her knickers. With a wave of fear sweeping over her she decided to simply obey and lifted herself off the seat and removed the items. The man took them from her and handed them to his female companion. For what seemed like forever the journey continued, although in truth it was for little more than thirty minutes. During the time her captors played with her cunt, teasing her and finger fucking her while kissing each other around her. Kirstie endured the situation seeing no opportunity to do otherwise. The car came to a halt at what she guessed were some gates for the halt was only for a moment and a few moments later it halted again outside a low building. The car door opened and she was unceremonially pulled out, offering no resistance, simply considering that it would be pointless, for the moment; the building was like a low farm barn, and she was standing next to a large solid-looking door. "Now" she said to herself and broke away from them. Richard was the wrong side of the car door holding it open and the man had stood aside for her to go in front. She managed maybe thirty paces along a track before she felt someone behind her and then almost instantly a hand grabbed her arm and swung her round, she fell onto the tarmac. Richard, for it was he, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet by it. She clawed at him with her nails but he easily avoided them, she hadn't noticed before he was built like a gorrilla ! He fist smashed into her stomach and then again into her face. She tasted blood from a split lip and fell to her knees. He grabbed her hair and began pulling her along by it. Half stumbling, half crawling she was dragged back to the car and the door to the building from where the man and woman hadn't moved an inch. "They're much more fun when they fight" laughed the woman. She grabbed Kirstie blouse and tore it open with a sound of buttons ripping off. The knife slipped between her breasts and cut the bra apart, Kirtie's breasts fell free in the cool evening air. " Shall we go in my dear" . The man s voice was soft and Kirstie wasn't sure whom he was addressing, she barely heard through the pain in her jaw, mouth and stomach from Richard s punches. The inside the building was well lit but she could see little as a light shone suddenly in her face but it was warm and there was no carpet on the floor, she could easily tell that. All hands released her although she was aware of Richard still behind her. She stood still for a moment still trying to catch her breath. "God I want her" said the man and at the imminence of her rape suddenly all the strength returned to her. She turned and attacked Richard again, against a man of his obvious strength the effort was totally futile. There was laughter as the remains of her blouse and bra were torn from her and she was forced onto her stomach on the floor. She had been pushed across something, like a low barrel under her stomach. She became aware of more hands holding her wrists not the woman s these were men's hands. There was a click and she felt the vicious grip of too-tight handcuffs biting into her wrists as her arms were stretched out in front of her. There was a movement at her wrists and then she realized that they had been stretched out and fastened to some sort floor bolt. Her ankles meanwhile had been pulled apart and were held there by further hands. All the time she was alternately screaming, cursing and begging for mercy. All entreaties merely attracted more laughter and she began to be aware that there were at least a half dozen people here, maybe a lot more, including more than the one woman...

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