Detective Sergeant Mike Wills heard the sound of the engine behind him, but he thought
nothing of it.  Many vehicles turned from the main road up Bedford Hill regularly, and at
this time of night even though there were few pedestrians it was not a particularly quiet
road.  When the white van went past him he still made no connection between it and his
investigation.  As it slowed and stopped a few yards ahead of him, even then thought
nothing of it and continued walking towards it.  It was only when the back doors were
flung open and six women leapt out that he stopped, startled, and it dawned on him what
was happening.

They were not at all what he had expected.  He had not really considered it properly, but
if he had thought at all what these women who kidnapped and raped men might be like, he
would have imagined them to be muscular, ugly females; the sort of women that most men
might have found unattractive.

Not only were they not as he had imagined, they also were not even dressed as he would
have expected to see anyone who was planning a deliberate kidnapping and assault.

As the women grabbed him, overpowered him with surprising ease and threw him into the
back of the van, Mike had a sudden, confused impression of a mass of shapely female flesh
exposed from under short summer skirts, from above low-cut tops, and around thin material
straps.  At the same time as being physically overpowered by the women, Mike found his
head was swimming as he breathed in their scent.  It was the most arousing perfume he had
ever known on any woman, sexual and animal in its effect yet neither too strong nor too
rich an aroma.  It was, in short, perfect.

When he saw their faces, Mike was totally speechless with surprise.  Each one of them was
quite different from the others, and each one of them had a freshness about her quite at
odds with her violent behaviour.  There was something in those faces that told not of
sexuality or experience, but of innocence, of sweetness, and of youth that was so very
different from the girls of Bedford Hill that Mike knew so well.

Mike found himself on his back on a soft mattress in the back of the van.  The doors
slammed shut, the engine was revved noisily, and the van sped away up Bedford Hill.

It was quite dark in the back of that van.  There were no windows.  Apart from an
occasional orange glow filtering back from the driver`s compartment at the front of the
vehicle as they passed the streetlamps, there was no other light at all.  The only sounds
were the roar of the engine, the rattle of the van as it bumped on unevenness in the road
surface, and the heavy breathing of six hot and desperate women.

Two held his arms, pressing him down to the mattress.  Two held his legs.  Two others
were, without a word, fumbling in the half darkness to find the buckle of his belt and the
fastenings on his trousers.  

"Stop this!" he shouted.  "I`m a…"

His words were cut off as one of the women pulled his belt free, dropped it beside him
and sat heavily on his face with her thighs gripping either side of his head tightly.  She
wore nothing at all under the short, flimsy skirt.  At the same time, his trousers were
pulled down and free of his legs with his underpants following them a second or two later.
 The firm hands returned to hold down his legs immediately.

It was only when he felt strong fingers grasp his manhood that he realised how aroused he
was.  He struggled then, not so much because of the woman who was gripping his hardness
and preparing to thrust herself down onto it, but because the woman on his face was
smothering him completely.  He was quite unable to breathe, and as she rocked back and
forth on top of him she was hurting his nose badly.

His struggles were futile.  The grip the women had on his arms and legs was unshakeable,
the weight on his face too much for him to shift by moving his head alone, and although he
could move his hips slightly, that only made the woman grasping his hardness tighten her
grip and pull upwards violently.  He would have squealed at the sudden pain of it if his
mouth had not been completely covered by the naked flesh of the women on top of him.

The sensation around his hardness changed.  Although he could see nothing, he knew that
she had let go with her hand and had taken him into her.  On his face, the woman`s
movements had increased in speed, and now she slid backward and forward as she pressed
down onto him.  He felt the tensing of the muscles in her thighs either side of his head,
and he could catch a swift breath of much needed air each time she moved.

He felt a squeezing on his hardness, and thought for a moment she was once again gripping
with her hand.  It was only as she gripped harder and started to move up and down that he
knew it was her muscles tightening on him with strength he had never previously
experienced from those particular muscles from any woman.  As her movement became more
distinct, he felt himself pulled up and down and from side to side as effectively as if
she was still gripping him in her hand with all her strength.

He moaned; a muffled moan from under the woman on his face who was now bouncing painfully
on him.  As if she had heard him, which well she might have done, the woman raping him
moved faster.  The pain would have been unbearable if there was not now considerable
lubrication between them that reduced the friction between her and his hardness, lessening
the effect of her gripping muscles a little.  He was sure that even if he tried his utmost
he could not take more than a few seconds of this in his present state of arousal before
it would all be over.  

He was right, and he did not fight it.  As the climax welled up and exploded from him, he
felt her shudder.  Her muscles tightened in a spasm of contraction, gripping him even more
tightly than she already held him.  For a moment he thought she was locked onto him in the
way that he had heard in stories he had never really believed; needing medical assistance
to separate the two of them.  It was only for a few seconds, and then she relaxed and
eased herself away from him.

One of the others leaned over and grasped his wilting manhood between finger and thumb. 
She squeezed briefly, and then pumped it up and down a few times.  She let go, and slapped
it to one side...