Walking down the sidewalk alone in the city just before midnight, a van suddenly pulled up alongside Kaitlyn, who was dressed rather provocatively, having just come from a party. Two men jumped out and grabbed her, while a third opened the van's rear door. One of the men who grabbed her held a hand over her mouth as they put her in the back of the van. They closed the door and drove off. Inside the van, the two men who had grabbed her put a gag across her mouth and then a blindfold over her eyes. She struggled a little, but secretly she was living her desire to be taken like this, so she was also getting turned on, and wondered how this kidnapping would play out.
The men were soon taking her clothes off her, and in no time, they had her stripped naked. They tied her hands behind her back with a soft rope and had her lie on a blanket while the van was driven out of the city. She had no idea where they were going, but after about a fifteen-minute ride, they stopped. The back of the van was opened, and she was grabbed and taken out. The blindfold and gag were removed, and though it was dark, she could see by the full moon that they were parked next to a dirt path that led into the woods.
After they escorted her on a short walk, they came to a clearing, lit by torches held by men standing in a circle around a picnic table, apparently to be used like some kind of "altar". She was manhandled by the men who had brought her to this place as they put her on the "altar", then tied her down. They roped her hands to the top corners of the table and her feet to the bottom corners, then tightened the ropes, leaving her naked, spread-eagled, and helpless.
The men, who were all wearing masks, stuck their torches in the ground and surrounded their makeshift altar, then began to probe Kaitlyn. She counted seven or eight men, and they seemed to be enacting some sort of cult ceremony. None of them spoke, but they hummed some deep tune as they caressed her arms and legs, gently at first, then more roughly. As they did, some moved to her breasts and some to her pussy. They pinched and pulled on her nipples, stretching her breasts and making them sore, as others probed her pussy, spread her pussy lips, and rubbed her slit and clit. All the attention was arousing Kaitlyn quickly, and she was starting to leak her pussy juices. When one of them inserted his fingers into her cunt she gasped and moaned, jerked despite being tied to the table, and came, gushing her nectar over the man's fingers.
Then that man, who must have been their leader, gave a command, and they all stopped fondling her. Two of them grabbed the picnic table and tipped it on its end, so Kaitlyn was nearly vertical, suspended by her hands with her feet just touching the ground. In the torchlight, she saw the masked men strip their clothes off and line up, and then their leader approached her. He slapped her pussy with a riding crop he suddenly had in his hand, and it hurt. Kaitlyn squirmed but to no avail; while she could move her hips, she could not close her legs nor avoid the crop as the man began to smack her cunt repeatedly. It hurt, but was also a turn-on as he struck her soft and sensitive slit, and frequently smacked her swelling clit. Soon, Kaitlyn was completely aroused and writhed as she stood tied to the table corners, spread and helpless to avoid the assault on her most sensitive place. Then, suddenly, the man stopped.
Losing the crop, he pressed his full erection against her sopping entrance and pushed into her, slowly forcing his cock upward, deeper and deeper. When he was up to his hilt, he paused, and she felt his entire length and girth in her, filling her and giving her a wonderfully satisfying fullness. Then he pulled back until he was almost out before driving deep again, still quite slowly, driving her wild with a desire for more intensity. Gradually, he picked up speed, and his thrusts were fast and deep. Kaitlyn loved the feeling of being fucked while she was helpless to stop it, and she was completely turned on and soaking his cock with her juices. He continued to fuck her until he groaned, then pulled out of her, jerked, and came, squirting load after load of his semen over her cunt, her thighs, and her stomach.
When the leader was done, the next man in line approached her, waving his cock about and smacking her pussy with it, then he pressed into her and fucked her deeply until he was sated, then he also pulled out and came on her. He was followed by each man in the line until all eight of them had fucked her and cum on her with their loads. She dripped their cum from her body after each man left, with their loads clinging to her thighs and stomach, running down her legs and leaving her a sticky mess. Kaitlyn didn't mind, and she had enjoyed her entire cult-like adventure.
When the last man was done, the men got dressed, retrieved their torches, and walked back on the same path they had entered on, but they had not undone the ropes that held Kaitlyn to the table. Just before he followed the men, the leader returned to the table and untied the ropes, freeing her, then lowered the table back to the ground. He returned her purse, which they had taken from her in the van, and told her to sit and wait at the table for half an hour, and then she was free to go. He said they got her address from her driver's license and would leave her dress and underwear at her doorstep by morning.
Kaitlyn got her phone from her purse, but it was dead, so she counted the time to herself. She could not be sure they were not watching her, and while she enjoyed the sex and orgasms she had, she did not want a possibly unpleasant encounter with them to follow. Without her clothes, she remained naked with sticky cum on her lower half. She did not have any way to clean up, and she did not know where she was or how she'd get home. She reasoned she could follow the path back to the road and hitchhike, and that some good Samaritan would pick up a stranded, naked woman and drive her home.
And then she woke up. Her pussy and bed were soaked from the apparent wet dream she had over her erotic CNC fantasy. It was so real, and so alluring... everything she hoped for... but it was just a dream. Maybe one day, when she least expected it, some men would kidnap her, have their way with her, and her CNC dream would actually come true. Meanwhile, she just lay in bed reliving the dream, diddling her pussy, and imagining how it might happen in real life. She couldn't wait!
