NFS:MW The enslavement of Mia Townsend

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Need For Speed: Most wanted Characters, nor do I ever plan to use them for profitable purposes besides sadistic self-satisfication.


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Mia awakened with a start as the chill of cold water splashed into her face. She snapped her head up and looked around, trying to focus on her surroundings.

She was in a windowless room, probably a basement. The room was quite large, enough to park probably three cars, but was barren of anything, a few shelves lined the walls across the room, but were covered so Mia had no idea what was on them. On the cement floor in front of her was a drain In front of Mia stood none other than Razor, his nose now cleaned off. Mia immediately made a move to attack him, but realized that she was chained to the wall, her hands above her head, handcuffed to some piping above. Her legs too were secured to rings protruding from the wall, spread about a shoulder’s width apart. She tried to curse Razor, only to find that the ball gag was still in place. Mia noticed that her shoes and socks had been removed.

“Hehe, still feisty, I see. You’re one tough chick Mia, didn’t think we even had to resort to the needle. Oh well, guess some things had to be done the hard way. Now, in case you were wondering, we’re in good Ol’ Karl Schmitt’s basement. He had the dough for the preparations of our little revenge” he said coolly. Mia’s mind flustered. She knew that they meant business if they went through all this trouble to kidnap her and chain her up.

A door opened somewhere out of sight, and one by one, every single one of the ex-blacklist racers filed into the room, led by Ronnie and Earl. One of them held a camera in her hands and Mia thought god they were going to tape this. The rider’s positioned themselves in a semicircle with Mia at the center.

“All right, let’s get the show on the road!” said one of them. Mia shuddered at the images that flashed through her mind. Razor stepped forward, and spat full force into Mia’s face. One by one, each racer took turns spitting in Mia’s face, adding their saliva to the water making way into Mia’s tube top. Mia’s eyes blinked furiously, trying to clear the spittle from them as she turned her head to the side, trying to avoid the direct onslaught. After they were done spitting, more water was brought and splashed onto Mia, washing away the offending saliva and soaking through the rest of the tube top. She shivered at the onslaught of the cold water. The wet fabric revealed the cotton bra Mia wore underneath. This drew a laugh from some of the racers.

“What is this, no lingerie? Aww is our Ms. Townshend a goody two shoes? We’re going to have to change that, now, wont we?” Razor smirked. He motioned again and Toru pulled out a pair of scissors, stepped up to Mia and proceed to cut away her tube top. The water had made the fabric quite supple, and it took Toru a while to complete the task, but at long last the orange cloth gave way, and was removed and thrown to Razor, who held it to his nose to take a good long sniff, eyes never leaving Mia, before throwing it to other racers to admire and gloat over. The subject of interest, however, were on Mia’s now exposed upper body, covered only by the bra. Toru then moved to cut away Mia’s jeans, starting at the side of one pant leg, working his way up to the waist, baring her right thigh and cotton panties. He then did the same with the other leg, and with the loss of support by Mia’s waist the pants fell away to reveal her slender, well toned legs. Some of male racers started to shift uncomfortably, no doubt getting hard-ons at the sight of a beautiful women being stripped. Toru himself was getting very distracted with the close proximity that he had to Mia. Razor’s smile only widened. Mia’s struggles had renewed themselves when Toru had started to cut away her cloths, but to no avail. The skin on her wrist had broke due to the friction of the cuffs, and her legs were secured too firmly to allow much leeway. When she realized it was futile, Mia squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head to the side, trying to block out the racers. The cool touch of metal as it snipped away the straps holding her bra to her breast, made her eyes snap open again, however. The cool air of the room brushed across Mia’s well formed breasts, making her nipples harden. They perked up suggestively, opposite to what their owner felt at the moment.

“Damn she’s got a pair of fine tits. Smaller than what I would’ve liked, but it’s still making my cock ache” Said Vic, he hands twitching with anticipation of what to come next. Toru stepped back and admired his handiwork with the rest of the guys as the girls stepped up. “Bitch thinks she had us for good, huh?” said Izzy. “Well think again, you dumb fuck, we’re getting all of this on tape so after we’re done with you, you keep your mouth shut, or else we put this tape out onto the market.” With that she hooked her hands onto the front of Mia’s panties, fingers brushing past Mia’s pubic hairs and her lips. The hand tightened on the panties and with one ripping motion that rubbed the skin between Mia’s legs raw, tore away the last shred of clothing that the young cop had on her. Jewels brandished a tube of shaving cream and a razor, and while Kaze and Izzy held Mia’s thighs in place, proceed to shave the pubic hairs off of the girl. The guys in the back whooped a jeered, shouting taunts at the officer as she one again closed her eyes, cheeks flushed with humiliation. One of the guys had taken over the camera, and was taking in Mia’s now nude form from every possible angle

Once the task of shaving Mia was done, Kaze traced her fingers up Mia’s inner thigh to her pussy lips, and with one deft motion pushed her index finger in. Mia gasped through the gag at the intrusion, her vaginal walls clamping down, clenching in an effort to expel the invading finger.

“Damn she’s tight, guys you’re getting a real treat here” cooed Kaze. Her finger slowly pulling back out and then sliding back in. The sensation was overwhelming to Mia. She had never tried masturbation before, and her unused clit was hypersensitive to every subtle movement of the finger brushing up against it. Kaze suddenly smirked, and curved her finger, digging it into the side of Mia’s vagina, eliciting a muffled yell from the captive. She then proceeded to slide an additional finger in, pushing the two deeper and deeper into Mia’s cunt. Mia fought to control the heat that was making its way into her lower regions, fought the jolts of pleasure emitted from her epicenter, but to no avail. Her body betrayed her, and Kaze’s smirk grew wider as she felt her fingers being coated with Mia’s juices. Mia blushed crimson, her eyes squeezing even tighter. Suddenly she felt the fingers push against a barrier within her. Oh my god she’s touching my hymen, screamed her mind.
“Oh my god, guys you’ll love this. The bitch is a virgin” Kaze exclaimed.
“No fucking way!” one of the guys shouted.
“A piece of ass like that? Never been laid?!”
“Damn we’re getting it good!”

The voices of glee continued, and Kaze continued to administer her fingers to Mia, adding yet another to make a total of three fingers that stretched Mia’s walls, she squirmed against her bonds, tossing her head through and fro as if trying to shake off the unwanted feelings of pleasure that emanated from her core. She bucked and tensed, trying to force out the fingers, but this only served to quicken the inevitable. Jewel started to massage Mia’s supple mounds, taking the nipples between her fingers and toying with the hardened beads, adding to the bombardment of sensations raining down upon Mia.. Kaze switched tactics, and with her free hand began flicking Mia’s clit, treating it like a light switch as her fingers flipped up and down on the nub, her other hand never ceasing in its slow thrusting. Izzy moved forward and removed the ball gag; not without some difficulty as Mia’s jaws were clenched tight.

“Please! Stop! God…no…ugh…please…no…I…no…ugh…” Mia moaned after the removal of the gag, begging now, all thoughts of bravery forgotten. This did much to excite the guys. “Hell yell, bitch ain’t so tough now, eh?” said Sonny, still nursing his crotch from when Mia had kicked him earlier.

Razor walked up to Mia and put his face nose to nose with hers. “Keep begging, bitch, but know this. By the time we’re done with you you’ll be begging for something different. It’s taken us a whole month to plan this, and now we’re just reaping what you had sowed last year when you teamed with that traitorous piece of shit to put us all behind bars. Yes Ms. Townsend, beg, BEG for our mercy, for we’re not giving you any.” With that her stepped back and watched with the rest of the racers as Kaze and Jewel toyed with Mia.

Mia’s muscles screamed, tensed to the limits in vain to prevent her further degradation, but the combined attention to her breast, flicking of her clit and rubbing of her walls proved to be too much, and after a couple of excruciatingly long minutes of combating the pleasuring hands of the two girls her efforts failed. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she arched her back, her walls closing around the invading fingers, screaming in anguish as the violent orgasm ripped through her body. The cheers from the background served only to further humiliate Mia in her pitiable predicament. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breaths came in ragged intakes and exhales.

“Man this bitch puts out enough juice to make a cocktail” Kaze exclaimed, removing and showing her drenched hands to the audience. The camera was brought up for a close shot of Mia’s dripping sex, swollen from Kaze’s work. It then panned back to include her defeated and panting face. Two of the guys had already given in to lust and had been jacking off in the backdrop, and the other laughed at them for being so impatient. Kaze stood up and turned to Razor.

“Well, you’re the boss, so I think you pop and screw her, then the rest of the guys can fuck her like the whore that she deserves to be.” Mia’s eyes snapped open in fear as she watched Razor proceed to strip, the bulge in his pants already speaking for her future. She weakly fought her bindings, only to draw more jeers from the crowd. With slow deliberation Razor removed his pants, now completely naked and focused on the seven inch glory that was his manhood. The rest of the guys relieved Mia of the cuffs and leg bindings and carried her, struggling feebly, over to a metal contraption that someone had set up during Kaze’s fingering of Mia. The contraption resembled a bench-press, with a padded seat to which Mia’s back was forced down upon in a laying position. Her hands were brought around and cuffed under the bench, and her legs were spread and secured to movable metal bars rising up from the floor level of the contraption. Straps made way around her thighs, waist and neck, effectively holding her down in place.

“All right, let’s see if the bitch can do splits!” one of the girls yelled as two guys proceed to crank the metal bars attached to Mia’s legs apart, spreading her legs to their utmost limits. Mia had done gymnastics in her middle school days, but it had been too long since she stretched like this, and as her legs burned from the torment she cried out again in pain. Her legs parted yet further more, 160 degrees, 170 degrees, 180 degrees…190 degrees. Mia nearly fainted from the pain, and it was a wonder that her tendons didn’t snap under the strain. The bars not only pried her legs apart, but forced her pussy lips to part a tiny bit, giving more access to the #1 blacklist as he positioned himself at her entrance.