5-Volt's Naked Adventures

by Woody K

When she is all alone, 5-Volt decides to have a little fun by taking off all of her clothes and being completely naked. She did a lot of risky things in the nude. 5-Volt was soon joined by her husband, and they walked around naked in public, had sex in public, etc. Also on AO3.

10. A Perilous Ordeal (Part 2)

5-Volt cried out as her attacker grabbed her by the hair of the head, tugged her forward and yelled, "Come on, bitch."

Reaching up with both hands, 5-Volt grabbed him by the wrist, attempting to free herself. She could feel the rock-hard muscles in his arm tense and tighten as he pulled her behind the building. There, she let out a whimper as she was thrown to the ground. Her husband tried to tell them to stop a few times, but they wouldn't listen. He even had his mouth taped again so the thugs could silence him.

Sitting upright, 5-Volt crossed her arms across her chest, cupping her exposed breasts with her hands. She didn't dare to look up, keeping her eyes to the ground, able to tell there were now three other men standing around her. Her naked body shook, not from exposure, but from the sheer terror she was experiencing.

This was not what 5-Volt had planned for. The uncontrollable cravings for risk and excitement had driven her to more and more dangerous situations. She knew she had a problem, and she had tried to control her odd and perverse desires, but now she was caught and wished for nothing else but to go home.

Without raising her head, 5-Volt shifted her eyes upwards. Looking at their bodies, she could tell by the clothing they wore that these were the boys that had been chasing her earlier. Gazing over at the one that had grabbed her by the hair, she could see an intricate design of tattoos running up both arms of the criminal youth.

Prominently displayed in the design on the guys's left arm was a set of hands, pressed together as if they were praying. On his right hand, she could see a small tattoo between his thumb and index finger. It was a small five-point star. Slowly gazing around, she noticed that each of the surrounding men had the same star on their hands. The tattooed man commanded, "Terry, tell Kevin to bring he car up."

5-Volt watched as the one she assumed was Terry quickly turned and ran to the other side of the building. Her mind was in a daze and she felt as though she were watching some sort of movie. She wanted to cry, but no tears came from her eyes. It was as if this was happening to someone else, and she wished she could simply sprout wings and fly away. Then the tattooed man remarked while looking at his goons, "I don't know where the slut was going. Fucking bitch is fast, too."

The others laughed as they looked down at their captive. He shouted, "Hey slut! What the fuck are you doing out here?"

Trembling, 5-Volt remained silent as she brought her knees up to her chest, trying to shield her exposed body. The man yelled again, "Yo, bitch! What the fuck are you doing, buck ass naked, running through our hood?"

Just then, Terry came running around the corner. 5-Volt noticed he was a slender youth with a pencil mustache and wore a black headscarf like the one that the tattooed one had lost earlier. He said, "Hey, Jackson. Kevin wants to know if you want him to drive around to here."

The tattooed man angrily flailed his arms in response to that sentence, "What the fuck?! I said bring the car up. That means yes! DRIVE AROUND TO HERE! GOD!"

Watching as Terry nodded and again disappeared around the corner, Jackson shook his head in disbelief and turned his attention back to the frightened woman. Giving an angry look, he slapped 5-Volt firmly across the top of her head. Suddenly, 5-Volt found the tears she had been looking for. Her face was hot and flushed, and she could feel her eyes swell and weep down the side of her cheeks. She sobbed, "I...it...it was just a game."

Burying her face between her knees, 5-Volt crossed her arms across the top of her head. Jackson reared back and cocked his head. He almost laughed, "A game? Really? What kind of fucked up game are you playing?"

His friends chuckled as Jackson paced back and forth in front of the mom. He grinned evilly, "Did you win your quote unquote game?"

One of Jackson's gang members said, "Yo Jackson, we need to get out of here. Let's take her over to Martin's."

The boy pointed with his thumb to the other side of the vacant lot, "It's just over there."

Jackson nodded, "Yeah. You and Keegan run on over there. We'll bring her over in a few."

5-Volt watched as two boys turned and ran across the lot, towards one home across the street. Suddenly, she heard the rumble of the car's exhaust moving closer.

As the vehicle's headlights came into view, 5-Volt brought one hand up to her brow and shielded her eyes and watched as the back of the building was slowly flooded with bright white illumination, the boy's shadows growing longer and stretching across the lot as the car pulled up and stopped. Jackson commanded, "Stand up, cunt."

Reluctantly, 5-Volt rose to her feet as her captor grabbed her by the arm and roughly marched her to the back of the car. He then pounded on the rear of the vehicle twice and yelled for Kevin to open up the trunk. She could see the driver quickly open the door and jump out of the driver's seat. He was a stocky youth with a wide frame. The cap he was wearing was tilted slightly off his head and she could see his short, buzzed hair cut underneath. With keys in hand, Kevin unlocked the trunk and pushed the lid fully open, saying calmly yet firmly, "Get in."

5-Volt hesitated and soon felt Jackson's grasp as he clutched the back of her hair. She winced and grimaced as he pulled her close to his face. His head was shaved smooth, and he sported a goatee that was trimmed close to his chin. For the first real time, she looked into his eyes. They were black and cold, and she could see anger dwelling deep inside him. Giving a stern look, Gino once again commanded in a harsher tone, "Get. In."

Still sobbing, 5-Volt climbed over the back of the car, into the cramped compartment. She pulled herself into a fetal position as her nude body quivered in fear. She could smell the sickening odor of the vehicle's exhaust as she watched Jackson smile and slam the trunk lid shut.

As the darkness enveloped 5-Volt, she wept uncontrollably. She then remembered Jackson's tattoo. The hands pressed together and prayed. Before they left, her husband muffled for attention, but they simply left him there, bound and gagged. He slowly lied down in defeat and wondered to himself, "What have we done?"

It had only been a few minutes since she had been locked in the trunk, but to 5-Volt, it felt like an eternity. She could feel the car moving and turning as it made its way down the roadway. Her mind raced with morbid thoughts of what might happen to her as she asked herself, "Where are they taking me?"

There were lots of evil boys and 5-Volt knew she had to find a way out. As she felt the vehicle come to a stop, her heart raced when the trunk lid opened. She shielded her eyes and was forced into the harsh outdoor lights of a stranger's home. Jackson grabbed her by the arm and shoved her forward, her naked flesh fully exposed for all the world to see. Being pushed up the stairs of the front porch, she looked at the house. It was in an extremely abysmal condition.

Its once white paint chipped, hanging in shreds from the weather boards. The home's windows hadn't been cleaned in years or even decades and were so dingy that she couldn't even see through them. Reaching the top of the steps, she glanced at the sad remnants of the screen door that hung in the front doorway. Its aluminum frame was dinged and warped, and the screen was ripped with two corners hanging free.

Jackson pulled the door open and pushed her inside, asking as he walked into the living room, "Where's Martin?"

The man they called Keegan stood between the entrance of the living room and dining room, across the room from the front door, his black ball cap turned backwards. He rolled his eyes and pointed to his right, at the other side of the living room.

There, they could see a frail looking man slumped into the comfort of a large red sofa at the exterior wall, next to the front door. His eyelids drooped as he raised his arm up to wave, the tourniquet and needle still hanging from his arm. Jackson reviled, "Aw man, somebody pull that shit out of him before that fucker kills himself."

5-Volt watched as Terry made his way over to the junkie. She then turned and surveyed the room, which was like some throw back from the 70s or 80s with wood-paneled walls and dirty green shag carpet.

Inside, the home was strewn with dirty, stained clothing and old food wrappers for candy and fast food, and the place smelled musty and dirty like the inside of a garbage can. A mismatch of furniture sat haphazardly around the area, a tattered plaid couch sat at a wall across from the red sofa, and a large wooden coffee table was positioned in the middle of the room. The wood seemed to be rotting.

At the far end, 5-Volt could see an old recliner, its cushions ripped and frayed, exposing the yellow foam underneath. Her eyes were then drawn to a picture of Jesus hanging on one wall above the plaid couch. Turning back, she could see a poster of a completely naked woman pinned to the wall just across from it.

Jackson walked over to the coffee table and with one swipe of the hand cleared the trash that had been setting on its top. 5-Volt watched as he shoved a large glass ashtray off the table and into the floor, the ashes, cigarette butts, and remnants of marijuana roaches spilling across the room, he sternly gazed at the naked mom and ordered her, "Sit."

5-Volt didn't hesitate too much. Slowly making her way around the rubble, she plopped her bare butt down on the wooden furniture and again crossed her arms across her breasts. She kept her knees close to her chest and tight together, while looking down at the carpet. She feared what might happen if she made eye contact with any of her captors. Jackson asked as he looked around the house, "Where the hell is Tyrese?"

Keegan straightened up in the doorway, "He ran over to see if Jordan is coming."

As Keegan brought a cigarette up to his lips and slowly inhaled, the fiery end of the smoke was glowing bright orange and Keegan added, "I think he said he was gonna bring back some beer too."

5-Volt was too busy wondering to herself how many people were coming to this quickly developing party. She sat stoically, trying not to make a sound. Gazing over at Terry, she saw him finish tending to Martin and ease over to the recliner. There, he sat down, gave a sigh and pushed the chair back. Jackson looked at him and ordered, "Get the fuck up."

Terry complained as he stood up, "Shit! I never get the good seat."

Jackson shook his head as he sat in the chair and relaxed back into the cushions. He then looked over at his prize, shivering and frightened, and he looked on as 5-Volt tried to cover herself, fidgeting and squirming.

5-Volt's bare body was scratched and dirty, and her hair was disheveled. Despite her current appearance, he could tell she was a beautiful girl. He quipped, "Man, we been chasing this puta all night, fucking bitch made me lose my do-rag too."

He looked over at 5-Volt and loudly commanded her, "Show me your arms."

5-Volt looked over at Jackson and timidly extended her arms out in his direction. He leaned forward, looking closely at her forearms and hands and said, "Bitch ain't no junky, what kinda fucked up game is this cunt playing?"

The naked woman looked around the room and watched as Terry and Kevin sat down on the plaid couch behind her. Keegan still stood in the doorway, smiling from ear to ear, and displaying one gold tooth amongst a set of pearly whites. Martin remained motionless on the sofa. 5-Volt felt as though she was a pet on a leash as the men talked about her, Jackson asked her, "What kind of game you playing, bitch?"

5-Volt sat silent, hesitant to move and keeping her eyes down. Her mouth was dry and parched from the running and excitement she had experienced throughout the night. Looking at her body, she could tell she was dirty and scratched from her attempts to escape and the rough treatment she had received. Jackson screamed while slapping his hands together, as if to snap her out of a trance, "Bitch! If I have to ask you everything twice, you're gonna piss me off."

He took a moment and calmed himself. He said with a composed, but still slightly agitated manner, "Now, tell me what you're doing. Don't make me repeat."

5-Volt's bottom lip puffed out as she mumbled and tried to find the right words and nervously stuttered, "It...it's... something I do for excitement."

Everyone else all snickered under their breath as 5-Volt could feel them looking up and down her naked body. There was no need for them to undress her with their eyes. She was experiencing what she had, until that night, avoided, she was caught bare and vulnerable. Jackson looked at her, puzzled and in disbelief, "Seriously? You just like to run buck ass naked for fun?"

5-Volt nodded and sniffled and Jackson eagerly said with an evil grin, "Well hell, if its excitement you want, its excitement you'll get."

Looking around the room as all the others shook their head in agreement, Jackson extended his arms up and rested them behind his head, "I think all of us can give you the excitement you want."

Terry said, "Jackson, dat bitch has got some fucking hot lips, don't ya think?"

Jackson grinned, "Looks like this bitch got a nice everything, nice tits, nice ass, nice pussy. What isn't nice bout her?"

He looked at 5-Volt again and smirked, "Keegan! Put some tunes on."

Keegan turned and pushed a button on an old stereo system that was standing on the floor next to him. Suddenly the room filled with music, a punk rock song that she felt even 18-Volt could not recognize. As Keegan then walked over to the girl and pulled her to her feet, flinched and turned to face him as he patted her on the butt. Leaning forward, he whispered, "Been a long time since I tapped a sweet white ass like yours."

A shiver ran up 5-Volt's spine. She begged on bended knees, "No...no...no...please!"

Turning her head in all directions, 5-Volt looked at the surrounding men as she glanced back at Jackson and pleaded, "I can give you money! Please! Don't make me do whatever it is you want me to do! I have a son and a husband and I really want to see them again! I have a car, you can have my car!"

Keegan exclaimed, mildly amused by her desperate attempts to be reasonable with the gang but refusing to care, "Awww, that is fucking sad! Do we have to listen to this shit?"

He looked over at Jackson as he sat, Keegan was grinning from ear to ear, "Come on man, let's fuck this bitch now."

Jackson only grinned and shrugged. That was all the signal Keegan needed as he quickly pulled out of his shirt and began unbuckling his pants. Keegan's move excited Terry and he sprung from the couch, letting out a "Whoooo hoooo!"

It sounded like the one 5-Volt heard when she first got their attention. Terry too began shedding his clothing and tossing them in a pile in the room's corner. Kevin remained seated, his arms up and his fingers interlocked behind his head. Martin remained dazed and confused, still zoned out on the sofa.

Jackson pulled off his shirt and again leaned back into the chair. He decided he wanted to watch for a while before he showed 5-Volt what he thought a good time really was. Licking his lips, he watched 5-Volt twitch in misery. Her torment excited him like the sadist he was, and he could feel his pants begin to bulge.

Keegan now stood in the room completely naked. He was a muscular youth with well-defined arms and legs, and rippled six-pack abs. He had several tattoos displayed across his chest, but one on his left arm caught her attention. It depicted a nude woman with a sniper's crosshairs aimed at her bare chest. 5-Volt could see his semi-erect cock as it dangled between his legs. It was long and thick, and she imagined the pain she would feel if he made good on his threat to sodomize her.

All 5-Volt could do was watch as he slowly made his way behind her, wrapping his arms around her and groping her perky breasts. He smelled of sweat and beer, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he leaned forward and licked her under her ear.

Terry was now also naked as Keegan, except for the do-rag still covering the top of his head. He was a skinny youth, obviously much younger than the rest of the gang. 5-Volt looked in horror as his fully erect member stood at attention, ready for action. He moved up close in front of her, snickering and giggling as he looked up and down her body.

5-Volt resigned herself to the fact that she was about to be raped, taken in ways she had never known, and never desired to know. She trembled as she felt Keegan's wanting penis probe her backside, feeling it growing harder with every brush against her tingling flesh.

Trying in some way to escape the fear she felt, 5-Volt looked away to the wall where the image of Jesus hung in its frame. It was then that she noticed the devil's horns and an evil demon smile had been drawn onto his head with a black ink marker. The realization made her body shudder, and she sobbed. Terry laughed, "Bend her over, I want those lips around my cock right now."

Keegan pulled her back and moved 5-Volt again over to the coffee table. There, he bent her forward, forcing her onto the furniture on her hands and knees. He slapped her bare ass and ran his hand across her quivering mound as he looked back at Jackson, still seated on the chair directly behind them. Reaching down, he spread her pink labia open, fully displaying her womanhood to his friend. Giving a nod, Terry moved his hand up and between her firm cheeks.

Feeling Terry's hand as he grabbed her by the hair and forced her head towards him, 5-Volt was paralyzed with fear and closed her eyes, saying to herself, "This is not happening. Any moment I'm going to wake up and this will be a bad dream."

5-Volt tried to think of some other place, a happy time in her life, but each time, she was poked and prodded by her assailants, bringing her back to her grim reality. She opened her eyes, but could only see Terry's hard cock as it stood ready to feel her trembling mouth. He pushed it forward, touching the head of his dick to her lips. Though she couldn't see behind her, she could feel Keegan's hands firmly holding her hips, his member now hard as a rock and probing between her ass cheeks.

Turning her head and trying to avoid Terry's invasion, 5-Volt could see the screen door as in hung in the doorway in shambles. Looking down, she could see the large ashtray that had been tossed to the floor. She felt Terry's hand as it grabbed her chin, turning her head back to his stiff rod.

Again, he pressed it to her lips, forcing her to slightly take the tip into her mouth. 5-Volt decided that the only way out was to fight back, so she rebelled against them. Not opening her mouth and shoving them both, making them fall down and lose consciousness from hitting their heads.

Jackson was enraged. He violently shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"