Secret Society - Chapter 9

Allison maxes out her new kinks level in one shot.

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Caution - this chapter contains consensual non-consent scenarios. Please be advised.

Allison

Seniors were allowed to sign out and go into town, as long as they were back by curfew. Only when signing out for the weekend or overnight were the parents contacted. Otherwise, they were free to go see a movie or go out to eat and other such outings. Those who had cars had to park them in the designated lot on campus, but the distance to Main Street was quite walkable when the weather was nice.

Going into town to get a coffee from the coffee shop and maybe a cake pop to go with it, too, was one of the small pleasures that Allison particularly enjoyed. She’d put some music on in her earbuds and take a leisurely walk, especially once the weather was nice. She liked to think that it was also good exercise for toning her legs, joking about how her workout routine included going into town for coffee.

On this particular day, though, Allison didn’t make it to the coffee shop. About halfway there, in broad daylight, someone grabbed her from behind and dragged her into the back of a van. One of their hands was over her mouth while the other strong arm looped around her waist and lifted her off the ground. She didn’t even get a single scream out. In her complete bewilderment, she didn’t get a chance to try and fight until the door to the van was closed and the vehicle began to move. Only then did Allison begin kicking her legs and attempting to free her arms from underneath the man’s strong grip.

Adrenalin pumped hard through her body, buzzing in her ears, but she stilled when the man moved his hand down off her mouth and around her throat. The grip was strong, but didn’t choke her. It held her in place, making her afraid to jerk her body against her attacker, who leaned to speak directly into her ear.

“Shh, you’re gonna be a good girl for me,” the man spoke in a calm, deep voice. “And if you are, you can get all three new kinks and fetishes checked off on your card in one shot.”

It took Allison just a second to realize what was happening. The man held onto her, his hand still firm on her throat, but she was beginning to calm down from her original shock. This would be ok, she told herself. It was just role-playing. Then her curiosity took over, and Allison flailed again, trying to break free. Her legs kicked while she tried to free her hands, but the man seemed fully invested in his role and held tight.

She croaked out a weak “Help!” before the man moved his hand back up to cover her mouth.

“Your safe word is ‘blue.’ If this is more than you bargained for, use it. Don’t be a hero. Give me a thumbs up if your mouth is otherwise occupied, understood?” The man tentatively lifted his hand away from her mouth, giving her a chance to use the word, but instead, Allison screeched out another ‘Help!’

The hand slapped down hard against her face.

“That’s fine,” the man chuckled against her ear. “You don’t have to play nice. I like that even more, sweetheart.” He licked the shell of her ear, making her shudder.

There was an undeniable thrill in all this for Allison. Even though she knew that this was a setup, that she was going to be returned to school safely, she had no idea what would happen between now and then. She wasn’t in control, the way she usually was. She couldn’t tell this man what to do or how she wanted it. And there was excitement in the unknown.

Having hands on her this way was an incredible turn-on. Her pussy already pulsed with arousal at the thought of being roughly penetrated and used.

The van came to a halt, jolting her against the man who had been holding her. She stilled, too, waiting to see what would happen next. Where did they take her? Allison tried to crane her neck up to see the man’s face, but couldn’t manage it.

The door of the van opened, and another man stepped in, clad in black and wearing a ski mask. It felt a little funny to her, if she were being honest, that they chose to wear masks. The man restraining her probably wore one, too. But why? It wasn’t as if she were going to try and report them to the police and identify them or anything. This was all a game, right?

“There’s no reason to fight us, little girl,” the man who just entered the van, closing the door behind himself, told her. “We will take care of you, baby.”