** WARNING **  ADULTS ONLY!!
(very nc, younger male older married female, rape, torture, bdsm, extortion)
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE OF BEING AN ADULT DO NOT READ THIS!
The characters portrayed in this FANTASY are not real.  Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
The author does not condone the use of force in sexual activity.
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THIS IS A FANTASY STORY!  IT ISN’T REAL!
Fingerpro

Hell Week
The Rape Begins
Part 1

	She was coming back from a trip to visit her sister.  It hadn’t turned out like she thought it would, there had been nothing but a series of arguments.  She was supposed to have been there all week, but on the beginning of the second day she left, and without too much notice because of the strong quarrels which seemed unending.  On the way home she took a wrong turn someplace and ended up down some strange road.  She was, she realized after a couple hours, completely and utterly lost.  Just where the hell was …… County anyway?  About all she knew for sure was that she was on County Road one ten.  Then something else happened that made things even more worse than what she thought they could be, the power steering died, and so did the engine.  She almost lost control of the car, and barely kept the car from plowing into the ditch at the side of the road.  Her car was on an angle with the drivers side almost facing down.  Opening the car door it swung full open pulled that way by gravity.  She got out and struggled to close it.  Then remembered to release the hood.  After she got out of the car a second time, she struggled to close the door again, her high heels digging into the ground.  She barely got it closed, and struggled to raise the hood of the car because of the angle the car had stopped in.  Opening the passengers side door was even more difficult, and she had to use a rock to hold it open, just so she could sit down!  Then she surveyed the problem and realized that as it was, she would never get the car out without a tow!  She looked around, after she got out of the car, and realized that if there was civilization it was a long way away.  The fields didn’t even look like they had been plowed.  There were no telephone, or electric wires, and she couldn’t see any in the distance.  She looked down the road to her rear.  It was as empty as the fields, and looking forward was even more dismal.  No cars, no traffic, and when she went to use her cell phone she found that it too wasn’t working out here!  In disgust she threw the cell phone back into the car, wondering why she had bothered to buy the thing if it didn’t work when she needed it!  She wasn’t dressed for hiking either.  She had clothes that were, but that would mean she’d have to change into them.  She sat down on the passengers side of the car, with the car door open, and was actually contemplating changing her clothes. 
	Then suddenly directly in front of her a faded blue van appeared from what she had thought was an empty wooded area opposite to where her had dived toward the ditch before it stopped.  The van turned wildly towards her and came to a stop, dust kicking up and flowing back over the van and further down the empty road.  The madman driver whistled, and for the first time she realized that her tight skirt had climbed to about half up her thighs!  He was unshaven, and looked like he hadn’t had a shave in a while, it also looked like he hadn’t seen a barber in a while as well, because his long black hair hung down to his shoulders, and it looked both dirty and greasy.  She stood up, pushing the skirt hem back down, as she realized she was looking at a muscular young man in his middle to late twenties, who was also probably a Mexican American by his looks.  Another young man, who looked equally strong, and also looked like he was of the same heritage as the first came around the front of the beat up paneled faded blue van and stood for a moment before he advanced to where she was now standing.

“Problems?”, he had asked as he came around the front of the van smoking a cigarette.

“Problems!  I’ll say!  I-I’m not sure where I’m at, my car died for god knows what reason, and the blasted cell phone doesn’t work out here.”

“The cell phone won’t work for another twenty miles, baby.”

	Sara didn’t like being called ‘baby’ by a young man who was obviously quite younger than she was.  She felt her face glow with an angry blush.

“I-I could sure use some help.  Look, my name is Mrs. Sara Bergman.... and I ..” she had deliberately emphasized her married title to let these two know she was a married woman.

“Where you come from?” asked the Whistler rudely cutting her off.

“I was going towards ……….,” she said caution setting in as she began to realize she was all alone, outside of her car, and there wasn’t any help for miles.

“Headed the wrong direction,” said Whistler.

“I told you I was lost....I-I could really use some help.  Look I’d be willing to pay you,” she replied as she turned and reached in the car to get her purse.

“Said your name was Mrs. Bergman, right?” asked the muscular one taking a puff on his cigarette as he mocked her by emphasizing her married title.

“That’s right,” she responded immediately.

“Well Mrs. Bergman, you got a nice lookin’ ass.”

“Nice lookin’ legs too,” said the Whistler.

“Please..I”

“How old are you anyway, baby?” asked the Whistler.

	For some reason she got really mad at that comment and she exploded.  Maybe it was because she was called ‘baby’ again and maybe it was because of their radiated insolence, but whatever the reason she lost it in a sudden angry outburst.

“You two have given me nothing but mouth!  I don’t even know you’re names and now you’re asking me how old I am!”

“Shit, baby, I’m Rick, and that’s Benny, now how old are ya?” said muscle bound.
	So Whistler’s name was Benny.

“I-I’m forty se-seven.”

“Shit, baby, you don’t look it.  I’d ah thought you were ten maybe fifteen years younger than that!”  This came from Rick.

“Thank you .... I think.”

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?”  This came from Benny.

“No.  Look I really need your help, could I get a ride or something?  I’d gladly pay you a reasonable amount.”

“We can talk about money later, baby, how about we talk about some fucking first.”

“Oh my god!  No!” she screamed, and turned to jump away.
	Rick’s powerful hand came out almost casually and held her upper left arm.  His firm grip was surprising in that it was very firm, and yet impossible for the older married woman to get away from.  He kicked her car door shut with his right hand and pushed her up against the passengers side door of her car, effortlessly lifting her struggling arm over her head to pin it to the roof and edge of the car.  Sara swung as hard as she could with her free right hand and arm at him and he caught her fist in mid swing and stopped her punch!  The strength of the younger man with the off white skin tone was overwhelming.  He pushed her right arm and wrist back to the top of the car’s roof, while she struggled, and screamed.

“Please!  Somebody help me!  Please!  Rape!  Rape!  Somebody help me!” she 
screamed at the top of her sizeable lungs.  Her loud screams for help echoed and re-echoed through the woods.  Sara could feel the buttons on her blouse straining to maximum as the strong young punk held her almost effortlessly against her car.
	Only silence returned for all her screams.  She breathed heavily ready for another onslaught of screaming when Rick said,

“Look, baby, you can scream your fucking head off for all I care, but do you see anybody?  I don’t.  So what’s it gonnah be the easy way, or the really hard way?”

“You bastards!  I-I’m old enough to be your mother for god’s sake!”

“You ain’t our mother,” said Benny, “so why don’t you just ease up a bit, it’s gonnah happen even if you aren’t willing, baby.”

“Forget it assholes!  I-I’ll fight you every step of the way!”

	Rick sighed, and looked over at Benny as he continued to stand to one side pinning her to the car.  Sara could feel the hot metal through her skirt, and blouse.  She tried twisting uselessly, as Rick looked over at Benny and said,

“Better get the stuff out, Benny.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking that myself,” he commented.

	In shock Sara watched the taller of the two rapist turn and go back to the van.  He opened the van door, and she couldn’t see what he was doing, but he was taking something out of the van.  Stuff, Rick had said,  had they done this before?  It sounded like the two had raped other women she thought as she was helplessly being pinned against the car, and which also kept her from using her legs, and shoes as defenses because he was holding her so tight to the frame of the car.

“Look,” she said after a few moments trying to reason with him, “I-I’m old, I’m fat, you-you don’t want me.  You want somebody younger, slimmer.”

“You see anybody like that around here?” asked Rick grinning as he leered down at her.

	Sara swallowed momentarily looking down at what he was ogling at and saw that the top button of her blouse had pulled out of the button hole and some amount of cleavage between her big boobs had been exposed.  Holding her wrists with just his left hand he used his other hand first to outline the exposed cleavage of her breasts by sliding an index finger along the rounded edge of her exposed boob.  Then he grinned and covered her entire left breast with his right hand and gave her breast a squeeze.  The squeeze didn’t hurt but it was performed with enough force to distort her breast out of shape and caused even more cleavage to be highlighted by her straining blouse.   Sara shifted uncomfortably and tried a different tactic.

“Look-look,” she stammered licking her lips nervously, “how about you go your way, and I go mine, I-I won’t say a word to anybody about this.”

“Face it baby, you’re going to be fucked.”

“Not willingly!” she screamed.

“You about ready back there Benny.”

“All set, bring her over.”

“You son of a bitch, bastard!” she screamed as he pulled her wrists and arms down 
quickly, then pinned them behind her back, and pushed her forward.  

“God damn you!” she screamed, as she put her feet down, digging her heels into the gravel road as he pushed her forward.  She went upright, and then almost over as Rick cursed,

“Bitch!  Benny she’s really puttin up a fight get your ass over here!”
	Benny came around the van’s door grinning.

“Too much fer you to handle Rick?” he asked.

“Quit your fucking grinning and help me!” shouted Rick.

	Benny grinning came forward and lifted her feet off the ground.  Sara kicked, uselessly as she was carried like a sack of potatoes over to the other side of the van.  The ground here was level, sloping down gently to the ditch, then back up and into the woods.  They carried her easily across the ditch to a blanket which was under a tree.  They dropped her on the blanket, the force of the fall suddenly causing her to become dazed.  She struggled, screaming “No!” at the top of her lungs when she felt hands grab her wrists a second time and pin them to the ground over her head.  She stopped screaming long enough to see a large horse shoe put down over her wrists and then pounded into the ground with a heavy hammer.  As the horseshoe sunk into the hard earth she felt her wrists pinned tighter and tighter.  She screamed thinking they wouldn’t care how tight the horseshoe like metal pinned her.  Benny had been working the horseshoe like metal deeper and he stopped, grinning and said,

“That ought to hold her, eh Rick?”

“Yeah.”

	Rick knelt down with his back to the woods facing the rode, and on her right side.  He ripped open her tight stretched blouse, while she screamed more ‘No’s’ at the top of her lungs along with ‘Stop!’ and ‘Rape!” and ‘Somebody help me!’.

	In the meantime she felt Benny lifting her easily off the blanket and unbuttoning, then unzipping her skirt.  She kicked uselessly, while he pulled her skirt down and off her body.
Rick used a knife to cut her bra open saying,
“Shit!  Look at them titties!”

	Benny stopped, halfway down her thighs, his hands still holding her panties and panty hose, looking at her boobs as they lay exposed before the two younger men, and she sobbed.
“Not fucking bad, shit I’m gonnah enjoy this!”
	Rick moved around to her feet as Benny pulled her panty hose, panties, and medium high heel pumps all off at once.  She lay naked and helpless before the two rapist, as she said,
“Please, don’t, pl-please!”

	Rick ignored her pleas as he pinned her ankles with the same kind of metal as what was used on her wrists, while she twisted, and turned, helplessly caught in the two rapist evil web.
	Rick grinned down at her as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Almost squish, squish time, baby!”

	Sara stopped sobbing and looked at the muscular exposed body of the younger rapist.  He had muscles almost everywhere, and no flab.  Then he exposed a huge erection.  Sara gasped.  God, he had to be all of ten or eleven inches long and four thick!

“No,” she moaned, looking at the erection, as he dropped to his knees between her legs and said,

“Yes, baby, all for you.”

“No get away, get away from me!  Leave me alone, please, god no!!”

	He grinned at her and lay his monster penis head against her own exposed genitals, while he reached over her belly and squeezed her left breast, bringing the big thirty eight triple ‘D’ cup to it’s full height, her nipple now hard standing out like a dark red cherry on top of white cream.  Her breasts had no tan lines.  Sara had always been aware of her large boobs and the attraction that men naturally gave her when their eyes went from her face to her chest.
	She had thought that like all the stories she had heard about rape that he would thrust into her without giving her a chance to get lubricated.  She was wrong there.  He deliberately slid his monster prick up and down her vaginal slit until she became gooey, and the natural juices of lubrication set in.  Meanwhile he fondled her big breasts, fingering the nipple, and making them harder, and more erect.  She had stopped screaming and started moaning more from fright then in pleasure.... but there was a perceptible change in her loins.  She was getting more wet as he continued to play with her exposed body.  Her breathing changed, and she grunted as she felt him ease a full inch inside her.  He stopped, and held himself there, saying,

“My, my, we got a little wet eh?  You sure are tight, hubby got a small prick?”

“Ple-please, do-don’t!” she exclaimed as he grinned and pushed another inch inside her.
Sara lay there suddenly with the knowledge that there wasn’t any way she could stop him from going through with the rape.  He had all ready penetrated her.  Worse she was beginning to respond to the slow, but forceful rape.

“At this rate, bitch, in a few minutes you’ll be begging me to fuck you!”

“Go to hell!” she screamed.

	Benny came over and knelt down, fingering a naked breast and said,

“Rick can get them turned on, bet you he can get you to eventually!”

“Asshole, get your fucking hands off of me!” she screamed.

“Such language!” said Rick, sliding another inch deeper,” my my testy aren’t we baby!”

	Sara lay there and continued to struggle, moving her hips from side to side on the blanket.  It had the reverse effect of what she wanted.  She got turned on more.

“Why don’t you go ahead and fuck her, and get her ready for me, Rick?”

“Think I will,” said Rick as he thrust totally inside her, and god did it hurt at first!

“Aieeehhh!  Stop!  Stop, you-you’re killing me!” she screamed.

“Not killing, baby, fucking!” he shouted back as he pulled back and slammed deep back inside her now lubricated pussy.

	Then he lay full across her helpless body, bringing her big breasts together, and evilly laughing as he thrust deeply in and out of her.  He crushed her breasts between his hands, now not caring whether she was turned on or not, and licked her neck while he pounded in and out of the Sara’s sore, and abused pussy.  She sobbed as he continued to rape her, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting deep inside her so that her love canal was exposed to his full sliding length.  In and out, in and out, rapidly, all the time he squeezed and manhandled her breasts until she felt they were on fire, while he incessantly licked her neck, and sucked on her nipples while he pounded in and out of her, using her. 
	She felt her body jerk with every power thrust and she would have slid helplessly across the ground on the end of that gigantic prick had it not been for the metal restraining loops at her ankles that pinned her body to the hard ground.  She could feel the hard tightness of the metal loops holding her ankles and the powerful thrusts of the rapist inside her was causing her legs to become even more pinned to the hard ground as he drove mercilessly into her.

“Goddamn For an older bitch you got one helluvah tight fuckin cunt bitch!” he said and then,

“God here comes the mother load!” and he came.

	She felt his thick rod explode inside her and even felt the huge amount of semen he discharged.  Judging from the way his big prick wiggled inside her a cold part of her mind analyzed that he had ejaculated at least four times while climaxing.
	Rick pulled out of her bruised pussy still shooting his jism over her body.  He rocked back, and said,

“Your turn buddy, show her some big stuff!”
	Sara turned and looked in horror at Benny’s prick.  God he was bigger!  The young man was all of eleven or twelve inches, maybe a foot long!   A freak, she thought horribly, a real big freak!   Worse he was four inches thick!  God he’d kill her with that weapon.  It wasn’t a penis, it was a damn woman killer!
	The young Mexican American looking young man positioned himself quickly between her legs as his penis disappeared from sight.

“Plea-please no, please,” she sobbed.

	She cried out as she felt the head of that monstrous prick come into contact with her.  She didn’t want to be torn apart, and she felt sure she must be if she didn’t at least try and open her legs a little more, just a little more to give him better access.  It was better than tearing.

“Oh god!” she screamed as she felt his oversized hugeness penetrate her “Please no!  Please you’ll kill me with that ....thing!  Stop!  Please stop!”

	But he didn’t stop, instead he laughed almost insanely and thrust deep into her as she felt her muscles stretch almost to the breaking point, and Sara felt her lungs rip out a sound, but no sound came.  It hurt that much!  He pushed on his first penetrating thrust almost fully inside her and then lay across her belly, fingering her nipples, and licking her breasts and her neck.  He didn’t thrust in and out viciously like Rick had done, instead he lay there playing with her breasts, and kissing her neck while she sobbed and begged him to get off and out of her.  But he did neither.

“You’ll get used to it, cunt, give it a minute,” he said as he continued to lay there occasionally shoving in more of his massive length making her feel with every little bit of penetration like she would certainly come apart, and rip her insides out.  But gradually, as Sara lay there beneath him, she did become more accustomed to his overwhelming size, and in fact was starting to react to it!    He rotated his ass above her and into her as she groaned at first in pain, and then in .... oh god ... she was getting stimulated.  She tried not to, but she was still getting turned on as the massive rod of dick flesh slid back and forth slowly and at the same time threatened to tear her apart.  Part of her reaction was based in fear, the other in over-stimulated glands, even if it was rape.  He began sliding with ever increasing force into her, jolting her until she was gasping like a fish out of water.  Then he covered her mouth in kissing, and she felt herself begin to return his kisses.  Gasping she realized she was close to a climax herself, as suddenly as he was cumming so was she.  She tried to hide it, but she knew she hadn’t done a very good job of it.  She did cum!

	God when he pulled out of her it felt as if she were taking a shit!  It felt good, and it felt different.  He backed away from her, got dressed and walked over to where Rick was having a beer.

	Sara continued to lay there; she had little choice being pinned to the ground as she was, and thought of how incredible this scene must look like.  Here she was a married, housewife, and professional, and she had been raped.  She had been viciously attacked, her clothes forcibly removed from her, pinned to the ground and then raped by the two thug punk attackers.  Now, after they had raped her they were having a beer as if nothing had happened!  She lay there half sobbing, nude, and unable to even cover herself, as the two continued to talk, and as they talked she could pick up only a word here and a word there.  Sara was fairly certain they were not talking about her.  Then Benny got up and walked across the road, and got her purse where she had dropped it earlier.  He brought it back to where he and Rick were sitting, while she lay there completely exposed, juices from the recent rape oozing out of her vagina.  Fortunately she was under a tree, because the hot rays of the early afternoon sun were beating down on the ground.  The two acted as if she weren’t even there as she continued to wonder what was going to become of her.  Would they kill her?

	Then Rick got up, as she watched him go over to her car.  He took the keys out of the ignition, and walked back to the rear of the car.  He opened the trunk.  Then he started looking through her stuff.  She knew her suitcases were back there.
	Rick finished his business and walked back to the van, getting some rope out of the back of the beat up faded van, and then turning in her direction.  Sara half sobbed as she still lay there nude; completely exposed and vulnerable.  As she sobbed she felt her own breasts jiggle.  She was afraid now.  Afraid of being killed as well as being raped!  He advanced to where she was laying and then knelt down and unfastened her wrists from the binding metal which was driven in the ground.  While he was doing that Benny had wordlessly come over and unfastened her ankles.  Were they going to kill her now?

	She was roughly rolled over on her stomach.  She was too weak, and tired to resist as her arms were forcefully put behind her back and tied at the wrists, and just above the elbows.  Her legs were tied half way up her thighs and also at her ankles.  Rick humiliated her a little more by shoving her panties in her mouth and holding them in place with her panty hose.  Then she was rolled to her back.  The two temporarily left her laying there bound and gagged as she watched them pick up, as if they were going to move on.

	Rick was talking with Benny, then decided to go over to her car.  He got in, and hit the ignition switch.  The engine clicked twice, then roared to life.  He revved the engine heavily, and left it running as he came back and talked some more with Benny.
	Sara couldn’t believe it!  Now the damn thing worked!!
	Then Rick turned to her, and with Benny they lifted her and carried her still bound and gagged but quite nude and almost threw her in the trunk of her own car.  Rick smiled wickedly at her and slammed the trunk, as she was thrust into the total darkness of the interior of the trunk.
	From inside the trunk she felt her car rock back and forth until finally it freed itself of the entrapment of the ditch.  Then after a short pause she felt the car moving.  Someone was driving.  Sara suspected it was Rick, but she didn’t know for sure.  The trip to where ever they were going from where ever they had been lasted almost a half hour, and at a fair rate of speed judging by the way the car swayed as it went down the road.  Then there was a turn to the right, and another turn to the left, then to the right again.  Then finally a turn to the left, and the road became bumpy as the car jumped through obvious rough spots, or chuck holes, or something in the road.  The car continued moving at both a high rate of speed, and a total disregard for the bumpy chuck holes in the road.  One of the more severe jolts sent her flying in the trunk which resulted in her banging her head against the frame of the car, disorienting her and finally causing the raped woman to lose consciousness.

....................she slowly returned to conscious awareness. It was a very 
slow process. The worst of it was that she fell into sort of a limbo state, 
somewhere between reality and dreams; the state where her memory returned to a 
safer place and time. It was almost as if she were reliving the past hours as 
she remembered the frustration that built in her realizing that she was totally, helplessly lost. In her mind she reviewed how she had come to be attacked by the two rapist who took turns with her after they’d ripped her clothing off of her body. Sara remembered realizing now that she’d been misdirected even in her dazed state. She’d found the country store which had no telephone and the two boys there who had given her a rough time. The two couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen and they had nothing but whispered lewd comments about her. 
At first she thought they were talking about the woman in the magazine they were looking over, but then she had realized that they were looking at her over the top of the magazine. The storekeeper, a middle aged man, didn’t stop the teens from looking at the magazine either, which should have been off limits to the two teens. He was almost as bad as the two teens leering at her bouncing breasts. She hadn’t felt comfortable under the observation that the older man and the two teens gave her and it was for that reason that she left as soon as she could. She got the information of at least where she was at, but she still didn’t know where she was going. It turned out that she was going to be raped and her destination would be taken care of for her. She felt the dizzy, sickening feeling in her stomach as she realized how totally she had been abused.
As her awareness returned to complete consciousness she became aware of her pain. Her wrists were killing her. Her head wobbled as she tried focusing on her wrists which were over her head. Her hands were red indicating she’d been in this position for some time. She was handcuffed and a rope ran from the handcuff to the darkness above her head. Sara looked down and realized she was nude. She was not only totally naked she was restrained in the worst possible way. She hung from her wrists but her legs were held behind her back with another rope which ran around her belly and then down through her pussy to her ankles. She tried putting her legs down and groaned as she felt the rope tighten through her crotch making a painful wedgie out of the rope; good god she couldn’t lower her bent legs and from the feel of it her heels were still in place! Her full body weight was on her knee’s; she couldn’t even feel her knee’s they were so numb from the long term position. The floor and the walls were all made of cement. She felt the coldness of the cement floor invading her body through her numb knees. Sara realized she wasn’t gagged. She screamed out her frustration, her agony and her helplessness. Her screams echoed throughout the chamber. There was a black hole the size of a door some distance in front of her but no one responded to her screams for help. As she continued to hang there realizing her screams were useless and no one was responding she looked around. There were two lights in the room. The lights were uncovered light bulbs jutting from the cement walls. There was a cot to her right, and some kind of a bench to her left. Sara found there was some slack in the rope which accounted for her leaning slightly forward on her knees. She also found that by wrapping her wrists around the rope she could actually lift herself off the floor and take the pressure off her knees. The problem was to set herself back down gently; the first time she saw stars as she let go and the pain raced up through her thighs her knees slamming into the unyielding cement surface. She felt like she had it down pretty good, lowering herself to the floor when she realized her hair was covering her face and there was nothing she could do about it. The fourth time she performed this she was looking through her strands of hair and saw a shape move from the doorway as she shouted out,
"Oh thank god! Plea-please I-I need your help! Please! Please help me!"
She heard an almost sadistic chuckle then a scraping sound as if wood were being pulled over the floor. Her vision was slightly clouded because of her pain and her bondage and partly because of her hair but she could see a chair was placed in front of her. The sneakers and jean covered leg sat down in the chair in front of her and then hands parted the hair away from her face as she looked up into the face of the young man that had raped her! Rick sat there and looked at her, and she shivered as he reached down and cupped one of her dangling breasts. 
She spat at him, cursing him. The spit missed him, but not the significance of her unyielding, unbroken spirit. He squeezed her breast gradually applying more and more pressure until she sobbed and started to plead with him to stop. Rick didn’t stop; instead he twisted his vice like grip on her breast and she screamed.

"You know bitch, you’d think an old broad like yourself would learn quicker," he said to her not shouting it but maintaining his cruel twisting hold on her big breast.
He let go of the breast as she sobbed and then she felt her other tit get viciously slapped by the young man as she cried out. Then he slapped the 
opposite tit.

"Plea-please stop! Please do-don’t hurt me any more!" she cried as he slapped 
her face hard whipping her body around on the rope so that she was turned away 
from him. He grabbed her right breast and pulled her around on the points of her knees by her tit so that she faced him and continuing to hold her tit her 
slapped her face again and again.  Then he stood up and his crotch was in her face. She turned her head to avoid contact with his pant covered crotch. He lifted her body a few inches off the floor and then dropped her! Sara screamed in agony. She could feel her breasts bounce as he repeated this process over and over and she continued to scream in pain as her body weight fell against her tender knee’s.

"Wha-what do-do you wa-want from m-me?" she croaked as he finished with the 
dropping routine.

"Two things bitch. First you will tell me you’re a cock sucking married slut 
that loves to tease cock and then second I’m going to let you prove it."

"Go to hell, you fucking sick bastard!" she screamed at him through her pain.

"Maybe I will, but first you’re going to learn some manners bitch. A cunt like 
you has got to learn how to curb that tongue and put it to better use."

He sat down again in front of her as he said this apparently without any malice, almost as a matter of fact. Then he reached behind her and pushed her heels down. Sara screamed in pain again, this time from the cruel rope that caught her tender pussy lips in a wedgie. The rope chafed her sensitive clitoris and not in a good way; it hurt so bad it brought instant tears to her eyes as she sobbed,

"You fil-filthy bas-bastard!"

He quickly tired of this torture because it was extreme and she was quickly 
lapsing into a daze from the sheer amount of pain she was experiencing. He 
disappeared behind her as she sobbed her body bouncing in the ropes. Then, she 
honestly thought he had thrown hot water on her back, she screamed and went 
rigid in the ropes! It felt like scalding water but it cooled rapidly to 
something sticky, then hard. He did the same thing to her front with a sudden 
splashing of the hot liquid wax. Sara screamed in agony. She screamed more as he took the slack out of the rope holding her arms over her head and raised her about a foot off the floor. He painted her sensitive crotch with the wax then too! She screamed in both humiliation and pain as the hot wax delved into her most private parts. The worst part came next and it wasn’t something she expected. He actually seemed to enjoy slowly peeling the dried wax from her body. Sara screamed as the top layer of skin and hair was removed painfully from her body.
Her body glowed pink now, hurting, sore and finally she couldn’t take it any more and she begged him to let her suck his cock. True to his sadistic nature he didn’t let her do it right away; instead he applied pressure to her now naked feet hurting her private parts more and telling her,

"C’mon old bitch, you can be more creative than that, let’s hear you really beg to suck me off, make it sound like you really mean it, cause if you don’t I can just think up a few more little things for you."

	The way she was tied and the pressure to her feet, pushing them towards the floor tightened the already too tight rope running through her vaginal lips even tighter.  She screamed in agony and he actually seemed to enjoy her discomfort.  He released the pressure for a short time only to reapply it later at irregular and unpredictable intervals.  This caused her to be totally unprepared for the next onslaught of pain and he knew it.
Sara knew he was sick. She knew too that if she didn’t give in she’d only suffer more pain.

"Ple-please let me suck your cock, Rick, plea-please! I-I’m an ju-just an old slut that 
needs your young prick in my mouth, ple-please Rick let me suck you, plea-please."

"Lick it first, bitch, lick it good," he said as he revealed himself for the first time in her face. Sara hesitated then reached out with her tongue to lick the salty man smelling rod of flesh. He grabbed her hair twisting it in his hand and yanked her head to one side and back as with his other hand he force fed his now rigid cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes, as he yanked hard and she yelled opening her eyes,
"Keep your fucking eyes open bitch! I like seeing how much you enjoy having some young meat in your mouth and moo for me like the cow you are!”

Of course she didn’t like it and her eyes told that story to him. Sara half 
suspected that was what he wanted; he wanted her to suck him but not to like it.  The thought was disgusting as she slobbered over his length rotating her tongue around his thick rod of flesh while tears of pain and humiliation came out of the corners of her eyes. 

“Ooo’ she said around his length trying to desperately appease this sick young man.

Her jaws were spread wide in her unusual position as he said,
"C’mon cunt, what you waitin’ on, I said SUCK!"

She slurped and she sucked as he sighed closing his eyes from the obvious 
pleasure of feeling her mouth work his now very hard, very long erection. Sara kept her eyes open for fear of some new torture as she slurped and sucked trying desperately to move her head a little but unable to do so in his grasp.  That changed in a few seconds as he released his hold on her hair and placed his hands on either side of her head. He held her head in that position while she slurped and sucked as best she could around the huge cock in her mouth which occasionally bloated the sides of her cheeks as she felt him slide himself slowly back and forth in her wet mouth. 

"Next time," he said from above her and hesitated in his obvious arousal from 
what she was doing to him, "next time I see you you’re going to ask me real nice aren’t you, you old cunt, if you can blow me, right?"

Sara said,
"Yes," around his cock and it sounded more like "wes" so she nodded her head up and down letting him know she would.

He couldn’t see her eyes now, so she looked down and was shocked to see only 
about a third of his erection was in her mouth! Fully two thirds of his length 
was uncovered by her head and yet the young punks cock head was rubbing the back of her mouth. God was he big!
	Sara felt him hold her head so that there was no escape as he slid more of his 
length in her mouth and she gagged his cock head rubbing her tonsils and moving down into her upper throat. He kept pushing his length into her mouth and she choked and gagged. She felt her throat muscles stretch, actually feeling the muscles in her neck moving to accommodate the alien invasion of her mouth and throat as she tried sucking but was now more concerned about gagging. When he forced half his length into her mouth and throat she began to scream in pain, as he sighed from above her. She heard the gurgling sound her throat made as he forced his length into her and held it there. Then he pulled back only to thrust inwards again and again.

"Oh man yeah! Yeah you old fucking slut, yeah!" he said as he came and she felt his rod of flesh actually thicken in size! She choked on the part of his spend that caught in her upper throat as he pulled from her. A thin line of spit and cum mixed from his rod which was now separated from her lips crossed the gap of space between them then broke and fell against her chin. It oozed down her chin to dribble on her breasts below. His salty metallic tasting sperm coated her mouth and she felt like puking.

Rick slowly withdrew his limp but still large cock and put himself away and said,
"That was a good first blow job, bitch!  Now see how I reward you and cut you down."
He got out a knife and she numbly watched him cut the rope holding her erect too late realizing she would loose her balance on her knee’s. She fell forward her face hitting the chair in front of her with a thud.

"You stupid dumb slut," he said as she fell to the floor with a smack and then 
blissful darkness followed from the smacking her head took as it hit the hard 
concrete floor.

When Sara returned to awareness for the second time she found herself 
overwhelmed with the sheer softness of her surroundings. She knew immediately 
she wasn’t in the cold, dank, torture room. She opened her eyes and saw a lavish bed room. She could see the night sky through an open window! Sara tried to move her arms and found that she was still restrained this time with her wrists being held behind her back. She was still completely nude, but around her neck was something that felt like a collar. Because she couldn’t see it and she couldn’t feel it with her hands she guessed it was a collar. She was laying in a bed that had a mirror canopy. The mirrored image shocked her because it was her!  She indeed was wearing a buckled and locked black collar but her body was almost pink.  She then remembered the torture of the wax and realized why.  Sara looked around at the room seeing a mixture of colors but was predominately brown, with tan carpet and brown dressers. A door opened to a bath room and Rick came into the bed room. She was laying, she saw in a double or queen size bed. Rick was nude.

"Got something you want to say to me bitch, or do we visit the chamber 
downstairs again?"

"Please Rick," she said as she half sobbed, "please let me suck your cock."

"Sure will, bitch," he said grinning as he got up into the bed and then pushed 
her body down so that her mouth was near his crotch.

"Put my dick in your mouth and keep it there. If it gets hard during the night, 
you make it soft, got it bitch?"

"Ye-yes Rick," she responded thinking, oh god not all night long!

He was partly erect as she chased his length with her mouth finally getting the quickly hardening rod of flesh between her lips. She immediately began to suck and bob her head up and down, as she heard him sigh from above. He groaned and in a matter of a few minutes climaxed in her mouth. She swallowed his spend as she felt him cover both himself and her up. It was going to be a long night she realized and an even longer week! This was her first day of rape she realized miserably as she held his limpness between her lips. No one knew where she was at and she wasn’t sure anyone cared. She had difficulty judging time but about an hour later the demented youth’s monster prick got hard again. Sara took care of it quickly as she realized that if she didn’t she would be forced into deep throat sex again and that was something she wanted to avoid if at all possible. 
She cried, and some of her tears rolled off her cheek mixing with the oozing as his sperm flowed from her mouth as she continued to hold his length in her mouth.
She hated to think what the new day would bring.