The Conversion of Jessica

Jessica married her husband of three years, Michael, right out of college.
Their whirlwind courtship was happy and full of joy and togetherness. After
college, Michael got an excellent job with a large corporation which enabled
them to buy a good home in a nice neighborhood near the city. They lived the
life of the perfect couple. Until that fateful day…..

Michael came home with an unusual frown on his face. Jessica greeted him at
the door, as usual, in sweatpants and a loose top. He grimaced a bit upon
seeing her.

“Hon, I’m afraid I have some bad news.” he started the conversation after he
had dropped his attache and they moved to sit in the living room. “The company
needs to send me to Germany for six weeks to help complete a project over
there, and what with the budget cuts and all, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay
here alone. I just can’t take you with me.” He looked sincerely crestfallen.

“Oh, no!” exclaimed Jessica, her heart falling at the news. They had never
been separated through their married life, short though it was to this point.
“Oh, why, honey, why?” she pouted.

“Look, I’m not overjoyed about it either. But I have to do it. If I turn this
posting down, I’ll never get anywhere in the company. It won’t be so bad, I’ll
call you every other day, and you’ll see, the six months will pass very
quickly. The company is advancing me ten thousand dollars to tide you over
until I get back, so you’ll have no money problems.”

He went on soothing Jessica’s doubts through their dinner and quiet evening
afterwards. In bed, they had sex that was quietly satisfying to them both. A
few days later, Michael boarded the airport limo and Jessica waved a tearful
goodbye from their door. She spent the rest of the day almost numb, in front
of an unseen television set.

The next morning, Jessica was tidying up a bit around the house, dressed only
in her long nightshirt, when the doorbell rang quite unexpectedly.

“Who could that be?” she thought, puzzled. “Who is it?” she called out from
the foyer.

“Western Union, ma’am.” came a voice from the outside.  Jessica walked calmly
to the door and opened it. Three burly men forced their way inside before she
could slam the door shut. Jessica gasped in horror. They were dressed
completely in black, black trousers and black turtlenecks. They were each in
their late 30’s or early 40’s, large men over six feet tall and 200 pounds
each. Her arms were grasped tightly and firmly by two of them, while the third
clapped a large palm over her mouth.

“It won’t do you any good to scream. The neighbors on both sides are out.
We’ve cut the phone line. So, if you cooperate, you won’t get hurt. Now, are
you satisfied?” he hissed at her.  Jessica, her eyes wide with terror, nodded
slowly at him. Her heart was pounding.  “Eric, Lars, get the stuff. And be
fast, we have to get out of here quickly.” The other two men surrendered
Jessica’s arms to the leader and quickly ran to her bedroom, stuffing some
clothes and makeup in to a small bag.

“We’re going to make it look like you had to take a quick journey. And you
are, actually. Just not where they might think you’re going.” the leader said
to her as the two other returned. Quickly they pulled a large black cloth bag
from Erik’s back pockets, and pulled it down over the woman, not before Lars
had handcuffed her wrists behind her back and covered her eyes with a blinding
mask. The leader pushed a gag into her mouth. Jessica was completely
disorganized. She had no idea what was going on. The men roughly picked her up
and carried her out the door, one of them shutting and locking it behind them.
She felt them carry her down the short walk and out to the street, and then
she was pushed/pulled in to the back seat of an obviously large automobile or
limousine. None of the men spoke for several minutes as the car pulled away
from her home and headed away at a fairly high rate of speed. At first,
Jessica tried to keep track of where they were turning, but soon found it
impossible to tell, what with the blindfold and bag over her, and the
near-soundless environment inside the limo. Suddenly, an icy chill ran over
her body.

“Ok, Erik, you do her first. Remember the plan.” she heard the still- unnamed
leader speak. Jessica felt the bag being removed from over her body, and she
was pulled around on the car seat until her legs extended far out into the
middle of the car and her back was against the backrest of the huge seat. She
struggled, but could not loosen the handcuffs or move the blindfold. Suddenly
she felt the nightshirt ripped from her body. She screamed through the gag,
but the man only chuckled. He looked down at her nearly prone, naked form.

Long, slender legs led to a pair of wide, but not too wide, hips. Her
femininity was covered by a fine patch of curly brown hair. A trim waist and
tummy led to what was perhaps Jessica’s proudest asset. Her large breasts
seemed almost out of place on her otherwise petite frame. She had been
embarrassed when they first started sprouting while she was just in sixth
grade. Through junior and senior high, they continued to grow, until now she
went through life with a 37D bra size. They were perfectly conical, with large
pronounced areola and thick, prominent nipples. They heaved with fear now, the
nipples erecting in the cool air, not through any sexual excitement that
Jessica felt. Her slim neck and long brown hair framed an attractive, though
not extremely beautiful face. Around the gag her lips compressed.

The man named Erik quickly dropped his slacks. Jessica felt him reach between
her legs and probe her vagina, feeling the dry fingers invade her most private
areas. He wormed two fingers around and around, trying to stir her up. She
squirmed at his touch, trying to move away, but found it impossible as one
other man held her tightly by the shoulders. The next thing she felt was a
large, erect cock poking at the entrance to her vagina. She tried to clamp her
leg together, but could not. She felt a pair of hands grab each ankle and slip
some sort of smooth, cool rope around them and tie them apart to opposite ends
of the car’s interior width. The cock at her slit pushed itself it slowly, and
Jessica was aghast to find herself becoming stimulated at this situation.
Slowly, then faster, the cock began to pick up speed, thrusting in and out,
not roughly , but with greater force than she had ever encouraged with her
husband. HER HUSBAND!! Suddenly Jessica froze. What would Michael be able to
do about this? He was 10,000 miles away. How could he help? She groaned
inwardly. She endured several more minutes of the thick male member invading
her channel. Then, though the haze, she heard the leader speak once again.