Ravished By Her Kidnappers - Pornelope - ebook
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Gemini is a homeless teenager trying to survive on the fringes. When all her possessions are stolen, she accepts a meal from three handsome strangers…and all hell breaks loose. In no time at all, she finds herself in the middle of a sizzling no-holds-barred group orgy. Will she lose more than just her innocence as they pound her repeatedly, hard and unprotected, in every hole?~~~~~  PG Excerpt  ~~~~~The rising moon seemed to bob and weave in a curiously seductive rhythm as she chewed, swallowed, chewed some more. Was it only her imagination, or were the flames pulsing with a life all their own, urging her to join in some primal dance?Instinctively she swayed in rhythm, then jolted a little when one of the men laid a supportive arm around her shoulders. “Easy there, sweetheart. Don’t fall into the fire.”“I won’t.” She murmured it a little hazily, but didn’t pull away. The heat of his muscular body felt good against hers. Why hadn’t she ever realized how wonderful a man’s strong hands could feel as they massaged her shoulders in slow, sure strokes? “That feels nice.”“Good.” Pete leaned a little closer, and murmured in her ear, “You want it to feel even better, don’t you?”She turned her head, and tried to focus on his face. He was so close, she could feel his warm breath tickling her cheek. Part of her—the sane part that would never accept meals from total strangers—wanted to pull away and run back to the safety of her little walkway grotto. But his dark eyes held her riveted. They were intense, compelling…somehow just a little dangerous. A quick thrill of excitement kindled deep in her belly, and began to spread through her tingling body.“You do, don’t you?” he insisted, and his hands tightened on her bare shoulders. “You want me to make you feel really good.”“Yes.” It seemed natural to agree, to nod in breathless anticipation.“Anything I want.”“Anything.” She moaned a little when his fingers resumed their steady rhythm, kneading and caressing the expanse of her tanned back. “Oh, anything!”“Hear that, boys?” Pete glanced beyond her, and smirked at his friends. “I told you it would work.”Dan grinned back at him. “Hot damn! So now what?”“Now we all have some fun.” Pete curled his hands around Gemini’s and lifted her to her feet. “You’re going to do everything we want,” he told her. “Anything at all. And you’re going to love every single bit of it.“Do you know where you are?” He led her, step by unsteady step, into the big tent. “We’re deep in the jungle. Someone kidnapped you, and held you for ransom.” He produced a length of rope from his pocket, and dangled it in front of her. “We just rescued you.”A vague frown creased her smooth forehead. “Kidnapped?”“That’s right,” he nodded, fixing her with his intense gaze again. “You were taken captive, and they were going to ransom you. No one answered their demands, so they were going to rape and kill you instead. We rescued you.”“You rescued me.” She repeated it slowly, trying to piece his words together into a clear picture. Everything seemed so hazy, so jumbled in her whirling mind!“Dan and Ben and I chased them away. You were so glad to see us! Do you remember?”Gradually the confusion on her face cleared, and she began to smile. “You rescued me. You saved me from them.”“That’s right. And you were so relieved, you said you’d reward us by doing anything we wanted in return. Anything, Gemini.” His dark eyes bored into hers. “We don’t want money.  We want you. Ben and Dan and I are your very best friends in the whole world. You’re going to do everything we want, and in return we’ll make you feel better than you ever dreamed possible!”A beaming smile curved her lips. “All right.”“Good girl.” He flashed her a decidedly wicked grin, then nodded for Ben to zip down the entry flap. “Tomorrow you won’t remember any of this…but tonight we’re going to party ’til the sun comes up!”

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Ravished By Her Kidnappers

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

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Copyright 2016 Pornelope

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

She’d been robbed.

It took Gemini a long time to accept the harsh truth. She searched up and down the empty beach for nearly two hours before finally collapsing under the long winding walkway that zigzagged its way up over the dune, and giving into helpless tears.

They’d taken everything. Her clothes, her faded carryall, the palm frond decorations she’d planned to sell tomorrow…even her sunglasses and oversized beach towel. Her state ID and precious cache of money had been in the carryall, too, along with the food she’d bought for tonight’s dinner.

How had they found her things? She was so sure she’d hidden them carefully under the walkway, back where it merged with the sandy dune!

The day had started out normally enough. She’d felt refreshed and energetic when she’d waded from the cool surf, ready to face the oncoming sultry heat. A few joggers had waved as they’d passed; she frequently trolled this area to sell her wares, and many of the locals knew her on sight.

If the cops suspected she was homeless…well, she was young, pretty, and never gave them the slightest bit of trouble. They didn’t mind turning a blind eye as long as she kept clean and didn’t resort to panhandling.

Gemini had been on her own since her no-good drunken stepfather had kicked her out when she’d turned sixteen. But she’d never had to beg for a living. She was clever with her fingers, and could fashion incredible decorative shapes with the long, flexible palm fronds that hung from every tree. Tourists paid nicely for her fanciful woven animals, traditional and Gaelic crosses, beach panoramas, and nativity scenes. All it took was patience and some imagination. Over time, she’d saved up a nice little nest egg.

No one would rent to an underage teen, so she’d had to stay on the fringes until she’d turned eighteen. She’d held a quiet little solo party under a different beach walkway last Friday night to mark that blessed event. Saturday morning she’d filled out the paperwork for a little efficiency over on the other side of the narrow peninsula. It was tiny, just a single room with a pint-sized bathroom and a frat fridge tucked under the kitchen counter. But it was reasonably clean, close enough to walk to the beach, and most importantly, it would finally give her a real roof over her head for the first time in two long years.

She’d be able to move in next week…if she could raise the money for an extra month’s security deposit.

No chance of that now.

Oh, she could make more ornaments, and with luck she might even make a couple hundred dollars this weekend. But how could she possibly make over a thousand? She’d need that, and more, to replace what had been stolen!

She’d buried her carryall deep under the sand that morning, and smoothed it all over so no one would see where she’d dug. After tramping up and down the beach all day, selling her wares, she’d returned and buried her handmade cash bag beneath the carryall. No one had seemed to notice her ease under the walkway, or crawl back out again.

She’d gone for a late afternoon swim, and had enjoyed letting the buoyant waves carry her back and forth until the sun had started to sink down behind the dune. Then she’d returned to the walkway to retrieve her things, and find a safe place to sleep. She changed locations nearly every night so the local cops didn’t give her any grief.

But when she’d dropped down to crawl into her nearly-hidden grotto, she’d instantly seen that the sand was disturbed. A dark, empty hole and lots of big footprints had replaced her tidy camouflaged sand drift.

She’d tried to track the footprints, but they’d merged with the thousands of others that crisscrossed the popular beach. And it had nearly been deserted by the time she’d discovered her loss. They could be halfway across the state by now.

Gone, all gone!

Sighing, she wiped away her frustrated tears as three men tromped overhead and down the broad walkway, carrying heavy coolers and bulky green bags. She watched them hike a fair distance down the beach, then set up a campfire pit. While one of them piled thick logs in the sheltered stone circle, the other two began assembling a pavilion-sized tent. She breathed deeply as the enticing scent of grilling hamburgers wafted in her direction, and tried to ignore her stomach’s empty rumbling.