From: trekat@theriver.com
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Subject: A Roadside Rape [3m/1f] ascii text uncoded
Date: Wed, 20 Dec 1995 20:27:05 GMT
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	Roadside Service 

	(Short version)

	by

	Rick 

	I thought I knew my beautiful, demure wife, but when our

three-year-old Cadillac broke down on our vacation, miles from

nowhere, and all hell broke loose, I discovered that I really didn't

know her that well at all.

	Even after six months of marriage,  I still couldn't believe that a

girl as good looking and sweet as Paulita could really love a

studious, plain looking computer nerd like me, but she did.  She was

attractive by any standards.  Even with her glasses on, her hair in a

bandanna,  and no makeup, I thought she was totally gorgeous.  She was

almost as tall as my six-one, with rich, dark brown hair, big, green

eyes, and a slender but fantastic figure. 

	Our love life was pretty good.  She was almost too modest sometimes

though, and she had trouble really letting go during sex, but she was

very affectionate.  I took it real easy with her, and after a  couple

of months, she relaxed and it got much better.   I was no super stud

and not real experienced myself, but it seemed we were learning

together.  I'd even been thinking about oral and anal sex with her if

she was willing.  What the heck, we were in love and anything was okay

between us if we both wanted it, right?  

	We got married in March, but it was into August before I could get

away and we could take a real honeymoon.  The Caddie had been acting

balky for a couple of days before we left, but I didn't want to delay

things so I mentally crossed my fingers as we left Phoenix early that

morning.  Everything hummed along great until we got several miles out

on Interstate-Eight.  The car started heating up and I knew we'd never

make it up the San Diego mountains so I pulled into  a roadside

service station, the only one for miles -  in fact the only building

in sight.

	The long-haired kid in the greasy, blue overalls looked at the engine

and said,

"Yer water pump's shot." and I had the feeling we were about to get

ripped off.  I didn't know just how badly until later. 

	He called in for the part, and thirty minutes later, a battered pickup

truck pulled up in front of the garage in a whirl of desert dust and

two young men got out. 

	They were rawboned, country boys, dressed alike in snug, faded jeans,

western shirts and wide belts with large, ornate buckles.  The husky

one with the cowlick of thick, black hair across his forehead, wasn't

too subtle about the way he looked at my wife.  

	Paulita had on a light, flower print summer dress with just string

straps, leaving her shoulders bare, no hose, no slip, sandals and a

perky little bow holding her pony tail.  She looked about sixteen,

instead of her twenty-five, and when she walked in front of the

sunlight, you could see the outline of her great legs through the thin

material.  

	The husky young man stretched out lazily on the weathered bench by the

door and kept watching her while he sipped from a can of beer.  I

wanted to say something about it but he really hadn't done anything

out of line so I put up with it.  I noticed that his buddy, a wiry boy

with close cropped, reddish hair, kept eyeing my wife too, pursing his

lips in silent whistles as Paulita stood by.  Looking back on it now,

it was as if tiny warning bells were sounding in my brain and I

ignored them.

	After a couple hours, the mechanic called me back into the shop,  ran

a printout from their small computer system on the bench and showed me

the bill.  It was nearly a hundred dollars over what he'd told me

earlier.

	"That's too much," I said.  "I don't mind paying an exorbitant price,

because we're stuck out here in the desert, but that's just robbery.

I want to talk to the owner."

	"I'm the owner," the mechanic said in a surly tone, "and these are my

partners."

	The reddish haired guy was standing close enough to touch me, looking

over my shoulder as the mechanic went over the printout again.  I

started to ask him to move back when I saw the heavy revolver in his

hand, the muzzle barely touching the cloth of my shirt.

	"Now ya-all just relax," he said easily.  "I'm sure we can work this

out.  If you don't wanna pay up, we can make some other kinda deal."

	I looked past him to see the taller, dark haired one pushing Paulita

ahead of him.  I moved away from the man beside me, starting toward

her, but the barrel of the gun  followed me, pressing harder, urging

me back.  I couldn't help noticing how steady his hand was and how

relaxed he seemed.  Outrage gave way to a cold, sick feeling and I was

suddenly unable to catch a deep breath.  Paulita  was pale and wide

eyed and then I saw the flicket knife lightly pressing her side.

	"Okay,' he said to the others, "we're closed.  Phone's off the hook

too."  He moved away just long enough to roll the overhead doors down.

	"Just take it real easy," he said as he strolled over to us,  "If you

don't fuss a whole bunch, we can get our business done here and you

can be on your way."

	The mechanic took my wallet, the redhaired one got Paulita's purse and

rifled through it, while the taller one pushed both of us back into a

small storage room off the shop.  As we stood against the cinder block

wall, the one I called "Cowlilck," for lack of a name, shoved his

hands into his back pockets and said,

	"Okay, here's the deal.  We're just gonna take enough for the parts

and forget the labor if the lady here's willing to work it off."  He

laughed.  "We might even give you credit if she's good enough."

	"Just a minute," I said, glad that my voice was steady, "Take the

money, but you'd better think about what you're doing here.  If you

add - I couldn't say the word 'rape.' - anything else to the crime, it

goes a lot worse for you.  I'll sign a complaint to it as well."

	"What the hell do you think this is, mister, a fuckin' tea party?"  He

shook his head in exasperation and took my wife by her hand.  "You

understand what we're about here now, don't you?  You're gonna put out

for us real nice, right?"  

	She jerked her hand away. "No, damnit!" she gasped indignantly. 

	"You son of a bitch!"  I hissed at him, starting forward, almost

forgetting about the pistol until Mechanic cocked it and thrust it

into my face

	 Paulita gave a thin cry of fright and backed away.

	"Oh come on now, Honey," Cowlick said to her, "don't be all uptight.

Like I said, if you're real  good about it, you both can leave okay."



	"Look's like he's got a shitty attitude about it though," Mechanic

said, "so I guess we'll have to tie him down."

	Then the waking nightmare began.  One of them found a length of rope,

tied my wrists together behind me, then snugged the free end of the

rope to a metal crossbeam on the wall behind me.  That way, while I

could move around a little, I could go only so far. 

	Once I was tethered, Redhead and Mechanic lounged against the near

wall while Cowlick led my protesting wife to the blanket draped cot

against the far wall, pulled her down beside him and talked to her.

His tone was smooth and friendly as if he were simply discussing road

conditions or the weather.

	"Since we're all agreed," he told her in sickeningly intimate tone,

"there's no reason we can't be friendly about it, right?  Now don't

you go worrying about your husband there either.  He'd be wrong to

blame you for it,  because you have to do what I say and you don't

have a whole lot of choice, right?.  So why don't you just go ahead

and get undressed?"

	I expected her to fight, or at least scream, but moving stiffly, she

took her sandals off, stood and began to strip while he sat watching

her.  She kept looking at him, not protesting or fighting him, as she

took off her glasses, unzipped her dress, took it off and then reached

behind to unhook her brassiere and drop it on the concrete floor.  She

sat again rolled her underpants down and dropped them next to her bra.

I saw that the nipples of her breasts were puckered tightly and that

her face was flushed as she sat, just staring straight ahead.

	"Hot damn!" Mechanic said thickly.

	I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it.  It was like watching a

snake, coiled just inches away.  It's evil and ugly, but you don't

dare take your eyes off of it.  No matter how many times I tried to

erase the images from my mind afterward, each tiny detail of the next

few hours was burned into my mind like an Eprom.  

	Cowlick stripped down to his shorts and socks and sat closer to her,

putting  his arm around her.  He had an athletic build, with thick

hair on his chest and belly.

	"You got a beautiful body," he smiled at her. "I 'spect you're kinda

nervous right now though, but there's no need.  Heck, we did our job,

now you do yours.  So you just lie back and relax and we'll get to

know each other a little better, okay?

 	She sat woodenly for a moment, then just pushed herself back

to stretch out on the cot.  When he pulled off his shorts, grinning at

her, his half-erect penis looked much larger than average.  As boldly

and easily as if he'd known her all his life, he sat and ran one hand

up the inside of Paulita's leg.  She shuddered.

	I gave a shout of anger then, lunging forward to the end of the rope.

Cowlick pointed at me, Mechanic came over to me, produced a roll of

duct tape and quickly slapped a length of it over my mouth.

	"Damnit now," he said, not really perturbed, "there ain't a darn thing

you can do about it anyway, so jus' shut up."  

	Cowlick turned his attention to Paulita again.  He kept stroking her

leg and talking to her in that easy way,  then after a minute or so,

she lifted one knee a little bit and let her legs open more. He

grinned even wider and cupped his hand over her pubic mount.  It

looked as if he was working his finger in her and she stiffened a

little, closing her eyes.  He kept fingering her and after a while,

she sighed. 

	"Well there," he said amicably, "I do believe you're getting a little

horny now." 

	Then I realized exactly what he was doing:  He was not only going to

rape her, he was trying to make her cooperate and even enjoy it.  I

was sick with shame and rage.  He got up onto the cot and knelt

between her legs, his penis now completely erect.  Continuing to play

his sick game, he didn't lie down on her immediately but knelt there,

showing his hardon with sly patience until she opened her eyes and

stared nervously at the thick length and the swollen, reddish head

that was about to be thrust into her.

	 "Well, hell, it ain't gonna bite you, Baby" he chuckled.  He took her

hand, put it on his cock and held it there.  "It's okay.  Get

acquainted with it some."

	She looked embarrassed and miserable but she still grasped that rigid,

wicked looking thing when he took his hand away.  She could hardly get

her fingers around it. "Go on," he prompted and she hesitantly stroked

it. "You can do it better than that," he chided. 

	Wetting her palm with her tongue she grasped it again and took longer

strokes.

	"That's the way," Cowlick said in a soft, purring tone, "get it nice a

hard for us." 	A minute later, he said,  "I'm about ready, how 'bout

you?"  She stopped stroking him and then nodded.  "Okay, here we go,

Honey.  Put it where it belongs and let's enjoy ourselves."

	He slowly lowered onto her.  She cocked her knees back as she guided

his erection to her, only flinching a little as he slowly pushed into

her.  He seemed to take an awfully long time, riding her with long,

slow strokes.  She lay stiff under him but before he was done, I heard

her breath coming in little grunts as he rocked away at her.  At one

point, she drew her knees up higher and rested her heels on his butt.

Her face was flushed and she was was holding him tightly by the waist,

moving with him as he screwed her.  

	"Come . . . on . . . Baby," he urged.  "Let it out!"

	Just as he came, she expelled  a long "ahhhh-uh!' and lifted up to

him.  I was sick with shock and rage, angry at her as much at her as

him.  How could she respond to him that way?

	Redhead was next, then Mechanic.  I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing the

cot squeaking and then Redhead's harsh grunt of completion.  Minutes

later, Redhead, standing behind me now, slapped the back of my head.

	"Hey, wake up," he said.  "Ain't you even interested seeing your wife

gettin' it?" 

	I watched again as the nightmare went on.  Absently, I realized that

outside of some porno films when I was in college, I'd never actually

seen anyone else having sex.  

	Mechanic had pulled her on top of him, holding her thighs while she

guided his smaller erection to the already wetted portal of her sex.

He held her arms to steady her as she squirmed down onto him and in a

moment, she was riding him, moving up and down on him.  She was

breathing quickly, sweating, the cot protesting again as she strained

over him.  He slipped out once but she stuffed him back inside and

went on.  When he gasped, 'yeah!' and bucked up at her, she leaned

down on him and moved a little faster, her breath whistling through

her clenched teeth and her belly making a soft slapping noise against

his. When he was done with her and had climbed off, Paulita rolled

onto her side, facing me, breathing deeply, her eyes unfocused.  There

were wet streaks on her lower belly.

	I didn't realize I'd been pulling against the rope until I felt a

stinging in my wrists and looked behind me to see that I was bleeding.

I heard a tiny whirring sound and I looked over my shoulder to see

Redhead holding a camera.  

	He saw me watching and grinned at me.  "Just so as we won't forget any

of it, I'm taking a few pictures. O' course no one gets to see 'em but

us.  That is unless you raise some trouble about it.  Then these get

put all over town, and mailed to all the addresses in the little book

we found in her purse.  I think I even got her folks address too.

I'll mail you some copies for your scrapbook.  But I'll keep the

negatives."

	"We're gonna take a little break now," Cowlick said to Paulita, "but

you keep it nice and warm for us."  To me, he said, "You want a beer?

No?  Okay then, we'll be back after a bit."

	Paulita sat up, hugging herself.  I assumed she'd help me get loose or

at least pull the tape off, but she just sat there, looking at me,

subdued, waiting for those three thugs to return.  She'd been raped,

and would likely be raped again, but she wouldn't move to help us get

out of there.  I began working at the ropes, causing me more pain, but

they wouldn't give.  

	"I can't," she finally said in a small voice, not looking at me.

"There's three of them and they have a gun.  We have to do what they

say."

	I struggled in gagged rage again but nothing gave.  Then, too soon,

they were back.  In a blur of rage and pain, phasing in and out of

consciousness, I watched them rape my wife again.  

	Mechanic wanted another turn with her, but he wasn't completely hard.

"Get it up," he rasped at her. 

	Without being told, Paulita dropped to her knees in front of him and

took his penis in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. She licked her

lips and then suckled him, her head moving back and forth with a slow,

steady movement until he came fully erect.   Then she stopped, holding

it in her hand as if waiting for instructions.

	"Go on and finish it," Mechanic said, "and do it real nice."  She did.



	She choked a little when his hips began jerking, and pulled her head

away, but when he ordered her to keep on, and to swallow it, she put

him in her mouth again and kept on until he came.  She leaned back at

the last second however and the ejaculate splattered over her nose and

chin.

	"Shit!" Mechanic snarled as Paulita quickly wiped her face.  "I guess

she don't like the taste of it."

	"Most women got to be trained to like it," Cowlick told him.  "I want

another turn with her, but I need a beer first."

	He left and returned a moment later, a can of beer in each hand. He

handed one to Paulita as she sat on the cot.  "Here you go, Sweet

Thing.  I figured you might be a little thirsty."

	"After all that hard work," Redhead added with a snicker.

	To my disgust, she accepted the beer and began to drink from the can.

As far as I knew, she didn't even like beer.  When she had finished

it, she handed the can to Cowlick who tossed it into a corner.

	"Well okay now," Cowlick said, "since we're all bright-eyed and

bush-tailed again, let's figure a way to pay off the next - What do ya

call it? - installment."  He gazed thoughtfully at Paulita.  "Your

name's Paulita isn't it?   Well, Paulita, you ever taken it  up the

ass?"

	She shook her head quickly.  "No!  I can't do that."

	"Aw, come on now, Honey," Cowlick said soothingly, sitting down next

to her and taking her hands.  "There's gotta be a first time.  You're

gonna like it, once it gets going, believe me."

	"No," she protested, trying to pull away. 

	Mechanic and Redhead stepped over quickly and the three of them forced

her to kneel, facing the cot.  Redhead sat in front of her, pulling

her up by her by the arms so that she was stretched out over his knees

as Mechanic knelt down to wrap an arm around her waist, pinning her.

Paulita really struggled against them for the first time now, but it

didn't do any good.

	"Oh, now you just settle down, you hear," Cowlick said firmly,

kneeling down next to her, cupping her chin in his hand and turning

her head so she had to look at him.  She squirmed and cried, pulling

against Redhead's grasp.

	"It only smarts right at first, then it gets good.  I'll use lots of

goo to make it go easier.  I tell you what:  You let me know when it

hurts too much and I'll back off.  But you got to know that, sooner or

later, you're gonna get it in you."  She said something to him in a

very soft tone and he nodded.  "That's better.  Okay, here we go."

	She was still for a time then, softly whimpering as Cowlick got behind

her and parted her butt cheeks to apply some vaseline from the first

aid kit to her anal cleft.  

	 The other two took a firmer grip as Cowlick  hiked her hips up higher

and nudged her legs further apart.  He stroked her exposed flanks in

anticipation before spreading her cheeks with one hand and inserting a

finger into her anus.  She tensed and gasped.  

	"Hey, Baby," Mechanic chuckled, "that's nothin'.  You're gonna think

you got a damn horse up your ass pretty quick."

	"No," she protested, trying to squirm away. "Please don't!"

	Redhead snapped, "I don't know why we're acting like she was a real

date or something.  Just sock it to her and be done, damnit."

	"Shut the hell up," Cowlick growled at him.  "She's working off the

labor on the car, so she's a customer, not one of your darned whores."

To Paulita, he said, "Oh, come on, now! Stop yer fussing and relax!

Just get set, Honey, an' we'll get it over with."

	"Ow!  Oh, no!"  Paulita screamed and tried to lean away as he set the

tip of his sizable manroot to her lubricated opening and pressed

forward a little. "Oh, God, it hurts!"

	.  "There, there, Honey,"  Cowlick told her in a tone someone might

use to gentle a frightened horse. "I know it does.  But we got to

break you in right, don't we?"

	"Ya got in 'er yet?"  Redhead asked.

	"Just about," Cowlick affirmed.  He pressed forward a bit more. 

	Paulita hissed, arching her neck up and going rigid in agony. 

	"Okay now," Cowlick soothed, "we're almost there.  I'm gonna give one

big old push and then it'll be in.  You count to three, take another

deep breath, and then the hard part's all done.  Ready?"

	Paulita shook her head, but when Cowlick smacked her butt, she began

to count.

	"One," she said in a quavering voice.

	"Keep going now," he said, holding her hips. 

	"Two . . . "

	"Come on, Baby," Cowlick said, "let's get it over with."

	She sucked in a quick breath. "Three."

	He shoved forward again, hard, Paulita howled in pain and then went

rigid, the cords standing out on her neck.

	"Uhhh!" she moaned.  "Oh, Jesus!"

	"We got a little bit there.  Let's get it all in now.  Try pushing

back at me, real nice and slow."  She cautiously rocked backward,

caught a breath, then pushed back again, wincing as his pelvis pressed

snugly against her buttocks.  "There you go, Babe, we did it!

Different kinda feeling, ain't it?"

	He pulled back and then wedged into her again. She stiffened. He

withdrew a little, paused, and pushed again. 

	"Uh!" she exclaimed, but with less vehemence than before, then

sighed..

	"Now that's the way,"  he chuckled.  "Told you it would get easier,

didn't I?"  

	Head hanging, she was silent, and the others relaxed their hold, as

Cowlick started slow, steady strokes to her, grunting softly, clucking

to her as if she were a horse he was riding.  I could clearly hear the

rasp of her 'uh, uh, uh'  in the small room

	"Ok-kay," he breathed, after a while, "we're gonna go for it now,

Paulita Baby.  You all ready?"

	"Please don't come inside me," she begged in a low voice.

	"Oh, I got to,"  Cowlick said firmly.  He pulled back, paused a second

and then humped hard, grasping her hips tightly and growling in his

throat as he pounded the rippling flesh of her abused buttocks.

"Yah!" he bellowed and moment later.

	She lifted her head from Redhead's lap, just as Cowlick finished, and

the look on her face made my stomach lurch. There was a strange, thin

little smile on her lips, her eyelids fluttered, and her mouth dropped

open in dumb delight as she pushed backward to accept his final

thrust.

	"Oh now, that was just fine!" Cowlick chortled as he eased out of her.

"But, damn, we got a little mess here, Sugar.  Grab something and wipe

me off, won't you." 

	I was past caring as, naked and violated, she took a fresh shop rag

from the box at the end of the cot and wiped his genitals.  When he

was clean, she dabbed at her anus with the pink rag. 

	"I'd better go to the bathroom," she told him.

	"Well you just go, Baby.  It's right outside to the left.  Take a pee

and kinda tidy up a bit.  Hurry right back."

	As she walked  past me with a tight, ungraceful waddle, I saw the pale

streaks of moisture still on the inside of her thighs, mixed with a

darker wetness.  I only hoped she would bring back a weapon of some

kind, or call the police.  But I knew she hadn't when she returned and

went to stand placidly by the cot. 

	Cowlick stroked her lower belly.  "How ya doin' there, Paulita?

Feelin' better now, huh?"

	"Can we please go now?" she asked.

	"Well, I guess so," Cowlick said, "unless anyone else feels like some

more."  He looked around, then right at me.  "How 'bout you, Mister

Hubby?  You want to take a turn at her now that we got her nice and

broke in to it?  After all, she's pretty good and she is your old

lady."

	I glared at him, planning how to kill him, but he just grinned and

shrugged.

	"Go on and get dressed then," he said to Paulita, slapping her butt.

"I reckon we're all done here."

	I remember watching Paulita calmly dressing, and Redhead holding the

pistol in his hand as we pulled out of the service station, but not

much else.  I came out of a daze a few miles down the road, realizing

that it was close to sundown and that we were headed back toward

Phoenix.  Somehow Disneyland didn't seem a good destination anymore.

	We didn't talk on the way back.  All the way home, Paulita lay with

her head against the car window ledge, resting on her hip, her eyes

closed.  I kept looking at her, wondering who the hell she really was

and why she looked the same after what had happened.

	As we pulled into our driveway, she sat up. "We're still alive."

	She'd probably saved our lives by cooperating, but our marriage wasn't

alive anymore.  For the most part, we didn't talk at all, let alone

touch each other.  On my own, I decided not to call the cops about it.

I just didn't want the shame and the bother of either of us having to

appear in court, or  having those photos show up.

	I thought I had things under control after that, but a month later,

when I bumped into her as she was coming out of the bathroom, naked,

wrapping a towel around herself, I suddenly grabbed her by the

shoulders and pushed her to the floor. 

	The next thing I knew, had my sweatpants down and I was taking her

right there on the hall carpet. I wasn't easy about it either, ramming

it to her as hard as I could.  All the ugly images of those redneck

bastards smirking, shoving themselves into her while I stood helpless,

had been eating into my brain like an acid and I wanted nothing more

than to erase any trace of them by screwing her brains out!  Since I

knew we were finished anyway, I wanted to take her one more time and I

didn't care how.

	I felt a burning along my back.  Paulita's fingernails were gouging my

flesh,   her knees were tucked up tight, and she was bucking under me,

going 'nuh, nuh, nuh,' whipping her head back and forth, her face and

chest flushed a hot pink as she drummed her heels on my flexing

buttocks.  I pushed up on my arms and just humped her then, slamming

into her with long, hard strokes.  I stopped short, pulled out and

told her to roll over.  She did.

	"Spread," I growled. "Do it!"  Paulita quickly raised her rear and

reached back to part her ass cheeks.  

	If it was going to be the last time I had her, I wanted to make it

something she'd remember.  I shoved deep into her anus in one long

push.  She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn't protest and I

found it was easier than I thought it would be. Then I fucked her back

door, smacking my pelvis to her quivering buttocks, lunging and

grunting like a sweaty animal until I exploded into her warm

tightness.  She gasped and moaned, breaking into a hard sweat and

pushing eagerly back against me. "Aw, Darling! Oh, God!  Yes, yes,

yes!"  

	I still didn't get it though.  When I recovered from my craziness, I

opened my mouth to apologize to her, but before I could, she whipped

around to face me, wrapped her fingers in my hair and then gave me an

open-mouth kiss, jamming her tongue into my mouth as far as she could.

She let go, gave a hard shudder and fell back, her legs flopping open.

	Looking up at me a moment later with half closed eyes, she reached

between us to fondle my relaxed cock in a loving way. "Would you mind

if I kissed him sometime?"  she whispered, a wicked glint in her green

eyes. 

	I didn't mind at all, I told her, adding that right then would be just

fine.  She went to the bathroom, brought a warm, damp cloth and washed

me off tenderly before she fellated me.  She pressed me down,

stretched out next to me, stroked and sucked on me with lazy

lustfulness until I grew hard again and then kept at it to greedily

drink in my second offering.

	Oh yes, I think I really know my wife now.

	And, I might mention by the way, that roadside service station went

out of business a couple of months after that.  It seems something got

awfully messed up with their online bank accounts and the money just

seemed to disappear into limbo.  No need to wonder how that happened. 

	********

Trekat@theriver.com

Ol' Tomcat up a tree, and out on a limb!

Meeowrooowwwr!



