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technology purred warmly under her belly and printouts as indecipherable as some ancient cuneiform writing danced before her eyes.
    The following day she went to Glens Falls where she spent an uneventful forty-eight hours before the town was stirred by the news of a young woman’s disappearance. However, it was generally thought that she had run off with a disreputable musician who sometimes passed through town and the matter died down quickly.
    Constance wrote a long and powerful article then, outlining the details of her discoveries and theories, mentioning the use of computers to help her track the story down, and ending with the predicted kidnapping in Glens Falls. To her chagrin, no one would buy it and she ended selling it to the National Enquirer which chopped it to a thousand words and ran it as a scare feature.
    She considered the matter at an end until, one evening, as she was returning to her apartment from having run out to buy cigarettes, a hand came down over her mouth and her nose was filled with the suffocating smell of chloroform. She didn’t regain consciousness until that moment when she awoke to find a man fucking her vigorously in the ass.
    “Gonna ream you good, baby,” the man in front of her was now saying.
    One finger went into her cunt and moved around. Constance felt her juices beginning to flow. It was absurd that her body should respond in this way when her mind wanted to keep at bay. Or did it? There was a part of her which held that she should not want to be in the situation she was in, but another voice pointed out that since she was indeed trapped there, it would be foolish to do anything but drain the situation of all it had to offer. She didn’t want to suffer or be damaged or be killed, but perhaps offering no resistance was the best way to insure her chances of surviving.
    The man now had two fingers inside her.
    “Gettin’ wet,” he crooned. “Little cunt is gettin’ wet. Yah, that’s what I like. I love it when they go wild.”
    He had pulled his fingers back and when he slipped them back in, the number had doubled. Four fingers entered her, the width of the slab of flesh running from the top to the bottom of her cunt. But when he had gone into the widening slit up to the first knuckles, he suddenly gave a twist which made Constance gasp. He turned his hand sideways and now the full breadth of the four fingers plunged into her distended hole. Once he had established himself so far, he began to move more energetically. He pushed in and pulled out with increasing speed and force. Until he was finger-fucking her with full vehemence.
    Constance’s cunt was now running freely and the air was pungent with the smell of her copious secretions. A steady slurping sound smacked between her thighs. And a constant series of groans and sighs escaped her lips. She could feel tremors up and down her legs and a deep melting in her belly. Her asshole, sore from the previous fucking, began to yearn for more penetration and she felt herself pushing the anus out, silently pleading to be entered.
    She so totally forgot herself that at one point she tried to buck her pelvis forward, to assist the man in his violent treatment of her tender pussy. But she could not move even a quarter of an inch. She was perfectly pinned and could do nothing but let the man have his way with her. She could hear him grunting and cursing and imagined what a sight she made for his hungry eyes. A young beautiful woman completely helpless, her cunt an open prize for his hands and tongue and cock, her tits bound, the nipples tortured by nipple clips. For an instant she was able to identify with him and it caused a ripple of vicarious pleasure to join the sensations she was already feeling. Without having any conscious design in the matter, she slipped suddenly over the brink into orgasm and heard herself shouting as she came.
    And above her own noises, she heard the high-pitched maniacal laughter of the man.
    “All right,