Prisoner

Prisoner
Chapter One

Theresa walked down the street, aware that it was very late at night and she was alone. Downtown Ottawa at night during the summer was dangerous at the best of times and being by oneself was not a smart idea.
She passed a really dark alley and never saw the two huge men come out of the alley and head straight towards her. Her ipod was on full blast so she never heard anything either as the two walked up behind her.
The one with the dark hair had something in his hand, which was held out and ready.
"She the one, Dave?" the blond one whispered.
"Yeah, Paul. Get ready for a fight!" the dark one said back.
They both made sure that no one else was on the street, and then they both closed in on Theresa.
She never knew what hit her!
Dave's hand came around her face and shoved the cloth over her mouth and nose, while Paul grabbed her arms and legs to keep her from hurting them or herself.
Theresa convulsed, realizing that she was in trouble and she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell in getting away. She fought for all of 10 seconds before she slumped, unconscious.
Dave and Paul both smiled and carried her inert body to the car that was waiting around the corner. There they tied her hands behind her back, her legs and gagged and blindfolded her. Dave set her carefully on the back seat and covered her with a blanket while he got in a few delightful feels of flesh. Paul got in the driver's seat and waited for Dave to be finished securing their new "toy".
Dave got in and they drove off, getting excited the closer they got to their destination.
Paul just shook his head and smiled, knowing what was gonna happen later on that night.

Theresa's chocolate brown eyes slowly opened and she realized she was on a bed, NAKED!
She tried to sit up, but found she tied down, spread-eagled. She looked around, surprised at her surroundings. She was in one hell of a nice place, huge picture windows to the left, and two doors on the right, and she was on a king-sized bed, big enough for at least 5 people.
The door closest to her was open and showed a huge bathroom, wet towels on the floor and the shower running. She tried to see if someone was there but she couldn't move too much beside her head.
Then she heard the shower and someone getting out. She started to panic, trying to think of a way to cover up and get free, but it was too late. She heard the shower door close and feet slapping the floor. She tried to twist away but all she managed to do was turn her head towards the huge windows.
At least I'm still in Ottawa, Theresa thought to herself as she gazed out the window not willing to look to see who it was that had kidnapped her.
She heard whoever it was move to the bed on the other side and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to know so they wouldn't kill her.
Strong fingers gripped her chin and forced her head towards him. She could smell his scent, musky and male, which made her want to run in the other direction because she could feel her virgin self growing aroused. Another touch down further right on her clit confirmed her suspicions that she was going to be assaulted. That touch was insistent and gentle, which surprised her, making her whimper.
Her eyes flew open to reveal long blond hair, a beard and moustache, and very intense blue eyes.
"Triple H!" she cried, shocked that he was there, forgetting momentarily that he had his hand between her legs.
He smiled slyly, his gaze moving down her body hungrily, his erection growing painful as he felt her wet pussy and thought of the pleasure she was going to give them.
At least she knew who he was, he was thinking to himself.
"Who did you think, a serial killer? By the way, my name is Paul," he replied to her cry.
Her eyes were locked on his face, not wanting to go any further, knowing she was in trouble if she looked down at the rest of his body, trying to clamp her thighs shut.
"Dave, are you done yet?" Paul yelled at the other door.
Theresa's eyes widened, thinking that she was hearing things.
"Comin' in a minute," came the familiar deep voice.
Theresa started struggling harder than ever, actually starting to pull free of the ropes holding her hands, tossing her head from side to side, her long dark brown hair flying.
Paul cursed and straddled her, holding her arms still while she tried to buck him off of her straining body.
Dave heard the struggle and came through the second door, walking quickly towards the bed, naked as the day he was born and his cock harder than ever.
He had padded handcuffs in his huge hand and he was watching her with an intensity she had only dreamed about up until now.
She knew if he got the handcuffs on her, her virginity was going to be a thing of the past.
She actually found enough strength to buck Paul off to the side and break the rope holding her right arm.
Paul jumped back on her stomach and she reared back with her fist and it connected solidly with his jaw, whipping his head back and knocking him off again.
Then Dave jumped into the fray, chuckling while Paul was cursing and holding his jaw.
"Fuck man, she's a tough one," he said to Dave while watching her struggle with Dave calmly.
"Makes it more fun to train her," Dave said gruffly while trying to secure her wildly flailing fist and body.
"NO, STOP, I'M A VIRGIN, YOU CAN'T RAPE ME!" Theresa yelled as Dave captured her hand and slipped the cuff over her wrist. They both looked at her in surprise, then they both smiled evilly.
"Get me the gag, she's making too much noise," Dave asked Paul while cuffing her other hand and untying the rope and redoing it to secure her arms above her head.
Theresa slumped still yelling, knowing it would make no difference now. Paul returned with a ball gag and came over to the bed, Dave holding her head still while Paul slid the gag into place.
Theresa tried to resist but it was too late.