Summer’s Torment : A volunteer (F) taken by a group of mercenaries ( M)(BDSM, bondage, anal, cumplay, forced orgasm, )

Part I : The prologue
Before the awakening

Summer always felt like she often had an uncontrollable urge from time to time when it comes to her own sexual desires. She has had many different partners over the years but none of them gave her the sex she wanted. Her previous men were gentle and loving. They enjoyed foreplay and red roses. Summer never needed those. Her benchmark for what great sex is has always been her roommate’s sexual adventures in college. They had been sharing a room off-campus for a couple of years when Summer discovered her roommate’s preferences for having it rough. On countless nights would she remember spying on Kate and her boyfriends. They had a single studio apartment, two beds in one room. Somehow, Kate had convinced all her boyfriends that Summer was a shy girl who didn’t care about watching. Her roommate was convinced that Summer had always turned away when she was fooling around with her boyfriend. She didn’t. Summer was not average. In fact, Kate’s boyfriends had often looked at Summer when she was witnessing the sessions. At 5″5″, Summer had a voluptuous breast that was C cup, Her areolas were dark pink, but her nipples were the pinkest there is, according to Kate. Summer’s nipples, fully erect, protruded almost half a centimeter out of her perky breasts. She was fit and toned. Her behind was well-formed, and did not sag like Kate’s. Summer had long dark hair, that she often had tied up in a bun. She felt that letting her hair down was too sexual.

Kate was always tied up on her own bed. She had purchases a series of handcuffs for this purpose. Her boyfriends, would always tease her with force. Some pinched her nipples until Kate screamed, some would insert foreign objects in her. Kate loved the torture. Summer was beginning to. When it came time for sex with her own partners, Summer was never in the moment, but rather fantasizing about being tied up much like Kate.

That was almost a decade ago. Summer was all grown up now, She had been working as paralegal in the same office as Kate. They never talked about how Kate made Summer sleep through her bondage sessions for years in college. They didn’t need to as Summer remembers every single moment. Summer had just gotten off a relationship with a lawyer. If you had asked him, he would have said their ambitions didn’t align. If you had asked Summer, she would have said he was too gentle in bed. Needing a getaway, Summer signed up for a volunteer stint in Colombia. Her mission was to travel to Bogota to help widows work with the state with regards to setting up family funds. A three-months long job would be good for the soul, she thought to herself.

Summer landed in Bogota aptly in summer time. The weather was hot and steamy. She had packed for the occasion though, she thought to herself. In fact, her luggage was only packed with shorts. Very short shorts. The kind that she would find difficult getting into, as much as getting out of. Her friend had warned her that the country could be dangerous as kidnaps happened all the time. For a brief moment, Summer had an tinkering hope that her shorts would attract unwanted attention. Arriving at the office late in the afternoon, Summer had her first task of accompanying a widow to another province so she could bring back vital documents to the proceedings. An exciting road trip!, she thought to herself. The province was a couple of hours north of the capital, in the mountains. They were to travel by a minivan. The driver was a small middle-aged man. The van itself had tinted black windows. “For protection, you don’t want people out there to see what’s inside here. Two women traveling, I’d get shot and you’d get taken.”, the driver spoke in perfect English. Summer was wearing a beige pair of shorts. They were tight, and to her dismay having seen the environment, they were too short. Parts of her lower butt cheeks were exposed. She was wearing a white blouse. Thinking she’d spend the day at the office only with women, Summer did not put any bras on that day. Rita, her widow for the day, was surprisingly beautiful. She must have been only 28 or 29 years old. Piercing brown eyes that would excite any man who stared into them. Rita was a little shorter than Summer, but had what must have been a D cup. She was wearing a skirt, albeit much longer than what Summer was wearing. They hopped on the minivan and headed off. “If it gets late, we are not coming back tonight. We should travel in the morning instead tomorrow.”, the driver said again. Summer felt he was hinting that it was dangerous out there. She was right. They were both right.

The minivan rode for about two hours off the beaten path into the mountains. It rocked and trembled the entire distance, given how ancient the minivan was and the rocky terrain they were pushing through.

“This can’t be safe can it? Where exactly do you live?”, Summer anxiously asked Rita. She kept quiet. “Excuse me…”, insisted Summer. Rita remained silent. This doesn’t sit well with Summer. She wasn’t ignorant. Usually when someone doesn’t reply, it either means they don’t understand the language or they know something is up. Rita spoke good English back at the office. She understood Summer. But now, on an old bus driven by a stranger at least 80 miles outside of Bogota, Rita had chosen to remain silent.

“I am sorry Miss Summer.”, Rita finally responded. Summer gave Rita a confused look, but she had surmised what Rita meant as the minivan pulled to a stop. “They were going to give me so much money, we were going to have enough. Please understand.”, Rita added. Summer gasped. She knew what this meant. All the dangers her friends warned her about. All the kidnappings, and trafficking. This was what she was warned about.

The minivan’s creaking door slid open. Before Summer could turn around to see who opened it, she felt a forceful grip on her arms. Heavy, manly grips. She was yanked out of the car. Before she knew it, a white cloth bag was thrown over her head and face. “No! Please stop!”, she yelled. “Rita help!”, she yelled again to Rita. No replies. Summer was then led to another van, as far as she could tell this one smelled better and felt newer. “I can pay you anything you want, please.”, she cried out loud. A cry she knew would not avail. She sat quietly, hands trembling by her side. She wasn’t going to fight these men, she didn’t have the power to, and she didn’t want to anger them.

As the van continued its journey into more mountainous areas, she felt the sky darken. It was approaching night time. Suddenly, she felt a cold, sweaty hand reach underneath her white top. It crept up to under her right breast. She flinched. The cold skin grazed her bare nipple. She flinched again. She knew that this is just the beginning.

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(To be continued, Part II: The Introduction)

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