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 Summary: Forced rape of older married woman and subsequent sex slave
training
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female, rape, torture, bdsm, extortion, prostitution) IF YOU ARE UNDER THE
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   Hell Week Day 1: The Rape Begins Part 1 The Rape Part 2 Tortured Rape
   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 somewhere and ended up down some strange road.  She was, she
realized after a couple hours, completely and utterly lost.  Just where the
hell was she and what county was this anyway?  About all she knew for sure
was that she was on County Road one ten.  Then something else happened that
made things even 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 came to a stop and was on an angle with the driver's 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 she
remembered to release the hood; she struggled just to get in the car a
second time and then after she got out of the car a second time, she
struggled to close the door yet again, as her high heels sunk into the soft
mushy ground near the ditch.  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 doors 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; or at least the way she had come.  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 passenger's 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 car had
dived towards 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!  II'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.
   "II 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....II 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 appeared to mock her by
emphasizing her married title.
   "That's right," she responded immediately her back to him as she finally
retrieved the purse.  "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.
   "II'm forty seseven."
   "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.  Now 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 along side of her left wrist, 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 reechoed 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!  II'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!  II'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 of the car's
surface on her back, through her 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.
   She decided to try and reason with this younger but obviously stronger
brute of a youth.
   "Look," she said after a few moments trying to reason with him, "II'm
old, I'm fat, youyou 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 as her boob
flesh squeezed out of the opening by her straining blouse.  Sara shifted
uncomfortably and tried a different tactic.  "Looklook," she stammered
licking her lips nervously, "how about you go your way, and I go mine, II
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, fucking 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.  She wriggled and churned, her hips moving up and
down as her body twisted helplessly between the two strong youths.  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
and it hurt too as she felt her flesh caught in the metal binding which was
being driven into the very hard ground here.  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.  Sara struggled and really pulled
against the binding of the horseshoe holding her wrists to the ground all
to no avail.  She was pinned and tightly pinned at that.
   She stopped struggling suddenly as she felt the coldness of the thick,
shiny, sharp looking knife blade that Rick lay down just under where her
bra cups came together.  She could feel the coldness of the back as she
looked up into Rick's eye's and he grinned at her.  She had no illusions
now; she knew he wouldn't mind cutting her, knew he probably would enjoy
it. She stopped struggling as she felt the flatness of the blade slip under
her bra.  Then she felt him pull the blade away from her body as Rick used
the cutting surface of the knife to cut her bra.
   Sara could feel her bra loose it's ability to hold her big boobs as both
boobs almost popped out of the bra cups and her big breasts bounced
straight out away from the confining holds of the bra material only to fall
back again towards her body but totally revealed now.
   Rick looked down at her quickly hardening nipples 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, plplease!"
   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.  Sara tried to close her open
legs to no avail.  Her thigh muscles strained to close her legs as she lay
there open not only to the view of the rapist punks but open to anything
they might which to force upon her.
   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 three inches thick!
   "No," she moaned, looking at the erection, as he dropped to his knees
between her spread wide open 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
field of boob.  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?"
   "Pleplease, dodon'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 to you eventually!"
   "Asshole, get your fucking hands off of me!" she screamed as she felt
his fingers trap her already hard nipple between index finger and thumb and
then roll the sensitive flesh between the thumb and forefinger.
   "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 trying to dislodge the invading erection inside her. 
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, youyou'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 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 and while he pounded in and out of her, using her, laying full
across her upper body as he forcefully took 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; shafting her with his length, as his thickness pushed
ever deeper into her stretching her insides wider than what she had thought
possible.  Sara grunted in some discomfort as her body felt strained,
almost like her body was being stretched as the youth's erection drove deep
down pushing her upper body towards her pinned arms.
   "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 his penis 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.
   "Pleaplease no, please, itit's too big, pleaplease don't!  " 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 the
muscles of her sphincter that she knew would tear if she tried to tighten
around that monstrous organ.
   "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.  This was the kind of rape she'd heard about.  This was the kind
of rape where the rapist didn't give a shit about his victim only the power
of his sex over that of the female.  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 overstimulated 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 coming so was she.  She tried to
hide it, but she knew she hadn't done a very good job of it.  She did
climax!
   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 woman, 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 realized, she lay under the protection of a tree,
because the hot rays of the early afternoon sun were beating down on the
ground; she could feel the radiated heat of the sun as it hit the ground
away from the shade of the tree under which she lay naked and exposed.  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 and he
opened the trunk.  Then he started looking through her stuff.  She knew her
suitcases were back there in the trunk and knew he was looking through her
stuff which she had packed away.
   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.
   Sara couldn't help the sobs that came to her as she realized how
horribly she had been assaulted.  Now she lay there, still naked and under
the shadow of a tree but now raped as well.  Only a few minutes before she
had been worried about where she was at, not worried about losing her honor
as well as quite possibly her life.
   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 causing her to
enter a limbo state of mind where she was able to review, almost
dispassionately, how she had gotten into such a fix.
   Part 2: Tortured Rape
   She remembered wanting to get off the interstate to get some gas.  Her
fuel tank gage was indicating she was very low of fuel in the fuel tank. 
She had gotten off at a truck stop, refueled and then taken the wrong turn.
She realized her mistake about five miles from where she made the wrong
turn and made another serious mistake by taking two more turns, rather than
making a big "U" turn and going back the way she had come.  The end result
was that she had ended up being totally confused as to where she was at and
what was worse she was confused as to where she was going.  Then she found
the little grocery like store sitting out in the middle of no where.  It
turned out that the telephone lines were down due to some sort of accident
on the interstate and she couldn't make a call.  The operator of the store,
a short, balding man with horned rimmed glasses gave her a once over as he
explained to her that the telephones had been out of service for the past
several hours.  He located a map for her and showed her where she was at on
the map.  It was a long way from the interstate.  As the man, named Homer
Fox, showed her where she was at she caught him staring down her blouse. 
At first she was offended, but as he made no overt comments other than the
open stare, Sara had let it pass.  She was, in fact at that point, teasing
him and she knew it.  As for the two teenage boys who were reviewing the
contents of the girlie magazine rack that was a different story.  She
noticed the two looking over the big boob magazines, something they
probably shouldn't have been allowed to do by the store operator, and she
let it slide.  Some of the comments about how much "they wiggled" and "how
much a good feel would cost" caught her attention as she realized they were
looking at her over the top of the magazine.  Sara blushed from the
comparison they were obviously making of the nude model in the magazine and
herself.  She was after all a respectable, older, married professional
woman and she didn't like the comparison that had been made through obvious
verbal innuendo.  She heard the comment of "what a nice ass" and "not bad
looking legs for an older bitch" as she left the store in a little bit of a
huff.  Actually, it was more than a huff and it really upset her.  It upset
her so much that after driving for about twenty minutes she realized then
that once again she was totally disoriented and once again lost.  The map
didn't help because nothing around her was identified on the map in
relation to where she was at.  That's when she had the car trouble and
later she was raped by the two thugs.
   Sara had a vague memory of the trunk lid being opened and the two
reaching in to grab her tied naked form.  She was too disoriented by the
bump her head had taken to even be aware of what was happening, but she did
remember a canopy of tree's and then being carried by the two, one at her
shoulders the other at her knee's, down a set of steps into a cool dark
room.  She remembered the coldness of the floor as they lay her down.  Then
everything was black again until consciousness slowly returned and with it
the horror of her situation.  She was, she found, on her knee's.  Her
ankles had been tied together behind her with her legs crossed.  A tight
rope was around her belly and ran down between her legs, through her
crotch, to her ankles.  As she tried to move her ankles down she grunted as
she felt the rope tighten in her crotch.  Her arms were stretched above her
head and from the feeling on her wrists she suspected her wrists were bound
together and held there by a rope.  Her entire body weight was on her
knee's and her knee's were quite sore and the soreness was rapidly moving
towards pain.  As she realized she was completely nude she sobbed.  Her
sobs echoed throughout the dark, dank, coldness of the room.  It wasn't
totally dark but it was dark like that of a basement or deep storm cellar.
   "Pleaplease somebody help me!" she shouted.  She repeated this several
times and her pleas for help were either ignored or not answered.  Sara
sobbed as she realized the true horror of her situation; recently raped,
now nude, alone and tied, confused and not aware of where she was at and
totally, completely helpless.
   The coldness of the hard cement floor was seeping up through her now
numb knee's as Sara sobbed hanging there.  She tried looking around her but
found that her own arms kept her from turning her head beyond a certain
point.  She looked down and saw her big naked boobs, totally exposed, as
well as her slight pot belly and some of her legs.  She couldn't see her
knee's and Sara realized that the pain in her knee's was rapidly
intensifying demanding some kind of relief.  She tried once again to lower
her ankles and grunted feeling the rope which held her knee's up tighten up
through her crotch and twist up against her pelvis.  She felt the rope
wedge itself between her exposed vaginal lips and rub her clitoris area. 
She sobbed as she felt a tingle from the action and quickly stopped trying
to lower her ankles.  She looked up and saw the tight rope holding her
wrists going up into the darkness over her head.  Sara twisted her wrists
around the rope and gain some leverage.  She was able to take some of the
pressure off her sore knee's by twisting her wrists in the rope and pulling
herself off the floor.  It required a great deal of effort; too much and in
fact inflicted even more pain when she could no longer hold her knee's off
the floor and released her body weight to the rope.  Her knee's slammed
painfully into the cement, only a few inches, but enough to cause her
considerable distress and pain.  She sobbed uncontrollably as the pain
persisted.  As she sobbed her head fell down and slight forward of her body
causing her long, golden blonde hair to fall over her face, partly
obscuring her vision and partly covering her face.  Shaking her head, she
tried to get her hair out of her face but found that the tears of pain had
caused her hairs to lay against her cheek.
   She heard a thud sound then bright lights came on in the room.  She
looked up through her watery eyes and hair to see a bright light bulb
hanging from a cord shining over her head.  She could now see the rope
holding her wrists over her head running through a pulley mounted in the
ceiling and then down to a stanchion mounted in the cement of the floor.  A
pair of jeans entered her vision area and she heard the scraping of a
wooden chair being moved across the floor.  The jeans sat down in a wooden
chair in front of her.  She felt hands part her hair away from her face and
she looked up into the leering face of her rapist Rick.  She saw and felt
his right hand move down off her right cheek to her right breast.  He
cupped her breast and squeezed the big breast out of shape.  He looked into
her face below him as he did this and said, "Your bra indicated a size
thirty eight double `D', but these look bigger than that, baby."
   "Go to hell," she spat at him.
   He smiled and twisted her breast.  She grunted and then cried out.  He
continued to twist her big breast and hold it in his hand, hurting her as
he said, "I try to be nice to an older cunt like you and all I get is a
nasty comment."
   "Let go of me, asshole," she spat at him.
   He lost his smile as he reached out with his other hand and twisted her
other breast.  As he continued to hurt her tender breasts by mashing them
in his hold he said, "You should start treating me better cause I can do
you serious harm, bitch."
   "Bastard!" she spat at him as he twisted her breasts then pulled on her
nipples.
   "Ask me nice and I'll let you blow me."
   "In your dreams, asshole!" she screamed at him.
   He let go of her breasts.  Then he leaned back in the chair and pulled
on the rope suspending her.  She felt her knee's suddenly off the floor. 
It was a relief until he let go of the rope.  She slammed back down into
the cement and screamed in pain.  He continued this for several minutes
watching her as she sobbed and as her big boobs bounced every time he
pulled her body off the floor then released her only to have her knee's
slam into the floor beneath her.  She was crying but still defiant to her
rapist.
   She watched as he smirked at her then got to his feet.  He went around
behind her and she screamed as she felt him pull her ankles down,
tightening the rope in her crotch.  He held her ankles down with some kind
of rope.  Then she felt and saw some kind of cloth hood placed over her
head.  He hummed to himself as he stuffed her hair under the hood and then
tightened it around her neck.  "Not too tight, eh, baby?" he chucked as she
was quiet breathing and feeling the fabric of the hood sucked into her
mouth and nose as she hung there half sobbing.  She couldn't see through
the black fabric of the hood but it was made of a porous enough material
that she could breath through it.  Then, suddenly, she screamed in pain as
it felt like he had poured hot water over her shoulders and back.  The
"water" cooled rapidly and as she sobbed beneath the hood Sara realized
that the liquid was hot wax.  The wax cooled and hardened rapidly.  He
added more and she screamed more every time he added more hot wax to her
helpless nude body.  He completely covered her body beneath the neck line
in hot wax even taking the time to "paint" both the crack in her ass cheeks
and the crevice in her pussy between the ropes.  Sara was sobbing as she
was restrained there.  The wax slowly cooled, hardening as it did so.  Rick
then slowly pulled off the hardened wax from her body.  Sara screamed and
squirmed as the wax pulled her body hair out by the roots, even taking off
the upper layer of her skin leaving her entire body in a pink, light glow.
Then Rick removed her hood.  She saw him sitting in front of her again and
she actually thought of asking him if he wanted her to suck him off.  The
pain was beyond belief; her body now completely feeling the effect of the
wax being removed and along with it all of her body hair except for her
head.  She saw him reach out and lift her right breast as she half sobbed
then stiffened as she saw him bring up what looked like a single hole paper
punch.  He brought the punch up to her nipple, fit her nipple in the punch
as she looked him in the face and said, "Pleaplease, no, please don't,
please....!  II'll suck you off please don't do this, please I I'll suck
you, please don't!"
   Her begging only seemed to entice Rick even more.
   Rick grinned and clamped the punch down as she screamed.  Blood spurted
from her right nipple as a hole was made in the nipple.  He withdrew the
punch as she sobbed, crying feeling her throbbing nipple pulse as the blood
spurted from the ruined nipple.  Then he brought up a very hot ring.  It
was so hot in fact that he had to hold the open ring with a pair of tongs.
Sara screamed as the hot ring was placed inside the hole he had made in her
nipple.  She howled and twisted as the hot ring cooled from her own blood
and she lost control of her bladder as she peed on the floor.  Half
sobbing, still caught between the horror of her torture and the horror of
her rape she felt her head drop against her chest as she lost consciousness
from the pain and as she felt him close the hot ring.  The blood had
stopped pulsing out of her nipple, as the hot ring had cauterized her
recent hole.
   Sara slowly returned to conscious awareness.  As she did so she felt the
throbbing pain in her right breast and the soreness in her pussy.  She felt
used and abused and she knew from the moment that she woke up that she
would do whatever this monster wanted her to do to avoid the kind of
punishment he could inflict upon her helpless body.  She lifted her head
and found him sitting the rolling her left naked breast in his right hand.
She could feel her breast flesh slip through his fingers as he deliberately
stimulated her nipple.  He held her left breast up by holding onto the
nipple and then dropped the big breast into a cupping left hand and
continued the massage routine.  She looked up at him feeling her mascara
had streaked, the dried tears on her face and the still throbbing right
nipple and breast.
   He pulled on her left nipple, distorting the breast out of shape. 
"Still a nipple and two pussy lips that might need a ring.  How about the
blow job now, baby?"
   Sara half sobbed and said, "Alright...alright!  II'll susuck you off,
Rick." "Not so fast, baby, not so fast.  I want your mouth and your
throat...then there's the matter of a little more pleading, eh?"
   "Pleaplease let me suck you off, please Rick," Sara half sobbed not
wanting him to continue with his obvious plans to put rings in her body.
   Rick grinned and stood up.  He unzipped his jeans and took out the
enormous organ that Sara was all to familiar with.  She could easily see
the blue veins of his blood vessels in the nearly hard erection.  It was
obvious he had received a considerable amount of pleasure out of fondling
her boob as well as (or so she surmised) the abuse he'd dealt her.  As she
looked up at him, ready to perform what he had asked of her he said, "It
really doesn't matter if you like or even want to do this, what is
important is that you do it.  Now, baby, open your mouth and let your
tongue lay flat out.  That's right, just like that," he said as Sara opened
her mouth and let her tongue lay flat and slightly out of her mouth over
the edge of her lips.  "Lick the entire head of my cock with the flat of
your tongue, then when you are done with that run the flat of your tongue
down the bottom side of my cock."
   Sara obeyed the obscene request licking the salty, metallic tasting head
of his penis and as she did so she kept her eyes on his face as he
instructed her to do.  She didn't want another ring in her body and she
didn't want to be tortured any more so she was determined to do what ever
it took to please this monstrous acting youth.  She licked and slurped as
she laved the bottom edge of his erection feeling the little bumps and
ridges in his length as her tongue moved down and she tried to maintain eye
contact while performing the act, obscene as it was to her, to the best of
her capability.  He seemed to enjoy her tongue action and his eyes closed
as he pushed forward sliding his erection into the fullness of her mouth.
Sara felt her eye's bulge as his penis head didn't stop at the back of her
mouth and the entrance of her throat.  He continued to push his body down
and his groin forward as his thick, hard, pulsating rod of flesh penetrated
her upper throat and then her throat itself.  She gagged, choked and
sputtered on the alien invasion to her throat, but mostly because of the
ropes holding her arms aloft and the fact that her head was pushed back
against her unyielding arms was the only reason the rapist was able to
penetrate deep into her throat.  He stayed there too, as she sputtered and
moaned, slurping and trying desperately to unsuccessfully swallow his
length and her spit at the same time.  The spit and preclimax juices
gathered in her mouth and rested on her taste buds as a kind of metal,
tangy taste.  Rick continued to hold himself deep inside her mouth and
throat while she fought to keep from vomiting.  The sheer effort of holding
his erection in her throat took it's toll and when he pulled out of her
throat and mouth she gasped drinking in volumes of air to her depleted
lungs.  Rick repeated this mouth, throat penetration more times than Sara
could count.  As time went on she realized miserably her suctioning of his
penis had very little to do with his climax, it was more the action of her
muscles in her throat as they rippled about the alien invasion as the penis
forced her neck muscle to expand outwards and she thought visibly show he
was deeply penetrating her mouth.  She did suck though when she had enough
air and the sucking as well as the slurping sound seemed to make the youth
all the more aggressive about plunging his erection into her mouth and
throat.
   As had been true when he raped her pussy he suddenly climaxed.  His
climax was both sudden and intense both in duration and volume.  The amount
of his spend was truly spectacular and would have been something she would
have been clinically interested in had not she been so close to the actual
ejaculation of the sperm.  This cock hardened, even harder than it had been
before, in her mouth and throat, and then she felt him jerk, as he expelled
his juices.  The first ejaculation was deep in her throat and easily went
to her stomach the second and third ejaculations, though, were as he
withdrew slightly filling her mouth with this gooey spend.  She tasted the
salty, briny fluid and it made her want to puke.  She knew that would be
very bad and it was with considerable mental effort that Sara stopped the
action of her stomach ready to return the awful spend.  His salty, thick
gooey sperm oozed out of the sides of her lips and down her chin as she
continued to try and get it all down her throat, unsuccessfully.  There
simply was too much climax juice for her to swallow.  The last of his
ejaculation sprayed her face and cleavage as she continued to be forced
into kneeling there servicing the rapist with her mouth and throat.
   "Not bad baby, not bad at all.  You did really well, I mean it.  I'm
going to reward you.  No more rings and I'll let your legs hang free
tonight.  But because your attitude still needs some adjustment you'll hang
by your wrists the entire night.  First thing tomorrow morning, though,
I'll be down here to let you down and we'll go over what I expect from
you."
   The thought that ran through her mind was a sarcastic, `Gee thanks man'.
Sara didn't say anything, but she did whimper and she did moan in
discomfort as her legs were untied and allowed to drop to the floor.  Rick
pulled the rope, holding her arms and wrists over her head, so that her
legs were free and her naked feet hung about six to ten inches off the
surface of the concrete.  He left her there then, nude, hanging from the
rope by her wrists as she slowly swayed back and forth.  She had no idea
what time it was when he left but she was right when she thought it was
going to be a very long night.  It was, indeed, a very long night.  She
dreaded what the next morning was going to bring for her.  
  
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