Cruelty

Fiction

Trafficked Love Ch. 18

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Fiction

Madness( chap 1)

It was a crappy night out, raining, cold, all and all miserable. The funny thing is, I wasn’t even supposed to be at the shop. It’s my garage, but I have a guy that runs the place for me, and I usually sit at home “managing” from a far. It’s a good life, I can’t complain.
I was sitting at the counter watching some of the Monday night football game. I was in the shop trying to get a bunch of paper work done, and I ended up staying late. Everybody else was gone and wouldn’t be back in till morning, and the game had already started, so I figured I’d stick around till half time, and then head home after that.
I was pretty pissed when I heard the knock on the window, I figured it was some idiot thinking I’d turn on the pumps so they could get some gas. I never would have answered the door but I knew they could see me behind the counter, since I’d forgot to drop the blind on the window like I should have.
When I got to the door I saw these two cute girls, all decked out in their high school cheerleading outfits, wearing those little white shoes, and the short skirts. The two must have been cold, they barely had anything on in the way of clothes, and the way it was raining, they looked like drowned rats, but cute little drowned rats.
I could feel the aching in my loins immediately as I opened the front door, hell, I thought I might get a blow job out of it at least.
“Thanks Mister, our car broke down and our cells don’t work out here.” I led the pair into the shop, making sure to close the blind so nobody else could see inside now.
“Do you think we could use your phone?”
“Well, what’s wrong with your car, want me to tow it in and see if I can do anything with it?” The two girls looked at each other, they were so cute, and the way the rain trickled down their foreheads, I could almost imagine their matted hair having been caused by a long fucking session, at least I wished it had.
Even under the little vest of their uniforms I could see they both had great bodies, young, lithe bodies. They both looked to be about 17 or 18.
“What are you doing out tonight, its horrible weather.” I had to make sure nobody knew where they were, or that they had called anybody yet about the car, my mind was already concocting plans.
“We had a football game in Ada, we drove instead of riding on the bus, and then on the way home, we must have turned down the wrong road, and, well we’re lost.” The girl was obviously a little scared. It only made my balls ache even more.
“What’s wrong with the car?”
“I don’t know, we were driving along, and then hit this big puddle, and it kind of died.”
“Hum. Where’s it at?”
“Well, it’s down this road,” she pointed to the west, “and then there is this sign with a big windmill on it, and we’re down the road there.”
“How the hell did you get on that road? It’s a dead end that leads to nowhere.” I had to do everything to cover up my smile, I knew exactly where they were talking about, and there wasn’t anything up the road, nobody would have driven past them and seen them there.”
“I don’t know, we turned down there thinking it was the way to the highway, then we’d got to the dead end, we were coming back and hit this huge pothole puddle thing, and then the car kind of died.” I could see the girl shivering as she recounted the story for me.
“Please mister, could you give us a tow and see if you could get it started.” She pulled out her wallet and flashed a couple credit cards.
“So nobody knows you’re out this way, and you said your phone doesn’t work?” It was probably a little bit risky to ask so explicitly, but I had to know, and my mind was racing with plans. Like I said, I’ve got a pretty good life, I’ve got the only shop for a 20 mile radius, I do lots of work on tractors and farm equipment, I’ve got other people to do the work, so I have a lot of free time. I’ve had the place for 15 years, inherited it from my dad when he passed, and now I’ve expanded it to a huge business, junk yard, little bit of a dealership, you know, man of all trades and hard work equals success kind of thing.
“No mister, we got lost. We were following the team bus, but in the rain and everything, we kind of lost them. Our phones don’t work out here.” I knew there wasn’t a cell phone tower for 50 miles, not many of the farmers had use for them so they were never built, to my great joy.
“We walked all the way here and didn’t see a soul. Mister, we’ve got 3 friends still sitting in the car, it’s cold out, could you please go pick them up? Please?” Though she was young, the girl obviously was well practiced in using the pouting look to get men to do things for her.
“My name is Pat.” I extended my hand.
“I’m Tara, and this is my friend Lisa.” Tara was probably 5’8″, she had long straight blonde hair, at least it would be straight again when it dried. The way she did all the talking, I kind of figured she was the captain of the squad, probably the most popular girl in school, and girl most jacked off to girl in classmate fantasies.
Lisa, the other girl, she wasn’t quite as tall, maybe 5’6″, her breasts seemed to be larger, the curve of her outfit at least gave that indication. Lisa’s hair was blonde too, but it looked to be via the hairdresser, and not natural.
“Hi, Tara, Lisa, I guess it’s your lucky night. I should have been out of here a couple hours ago, but I stayed late to do some paperwork, and boom, you come along. Let’s see what I can do for you.” I had them in my grasp, I could see the relief in their eyes, they actually thought they had been incredibly lucky, in a few hours, they’d know the truth, that I was the lucky one that night.
“You said you’ve got three friends in the car still?”
“Yeah. It’s cold out their.”
“Well, I can’t fit you all in the truck when I pick up the car, so do you mind staying here? Then I’ll bring them back and see what I can do about your vehicle?”
“Oh that would be great mister.”
“Here, why don’t you set all your bags behind the counter here and I’ll take you down into the lounge and you can warm up and relax. You can call your parents from there if you want.” I handed each of the girls a towel from the shelf. I made sure that they left all their stuff behind the desk, even though I knew their phones wouldn’t work here I didn’t want to take chances.
“Just follow me.” I led the girls through one of the “employee only” doors, then down into the pit, though they didn’t know it was the pit, at least not yet.
“Sorry about the dirt and grime, this is a working garage and the lounge is kind of hidden away.” I turned on as few lights as possible so they wouldn’t get too nervous. When I got them to the pit door, I knew I was set. “Just head into the lounge and I should be back in a few minutes with your friends.” I didn’t turn the lights on till they were well inside and I’d slammed the door shut. I could hear them screaming instantly when they saw their surroundings, I loved it. I knew they were seeing the inside of the oil pit, the car parked over head, and I knew they had to know what was happening now.
I rushed upstairs into the garage. The girls’ voices were shrill, and I could hear the fear clearly in their screams. I peered under the car, I could just barely see the two there. There was no way they could get out, the pit was a good 7′ deep, and there was a car parked over top, so as young and flexible as they might be, they weren’t getting out of there.
“Girl’s” I tried to address them, but they were screaming loud and couldn’t hear me. I let them wail for a few minutes more.
“Please mister, please, please, let us go, please…” I didn’t bother to respond to their pleas, I just waited for them to go quiet. They continued to sob as I started speaking.
“Don’t worry girls, I’ll be back soon enough with your friends. I apologize that it’s kind of dirty down there, but let me take care of your car, get your friends in line, and then I’ll take you to a nice warm place, be patient. We’ll have a good time after that.”
“Pleaaaaasssseeee!” I could hear them crying out to me as I hopped in the rig and started off to pick up their friends. I guess it was a little cruel, but I turned off all the lights in the garage, only the florescent glow of the sign gave off any light at all. I can just imagine them huddling together. Hell, in a week or so, if everything goes right, I think I’ll have those to do more than just huddle together.
I couldn’t help but rub my dick as I drove to the spot where Tara said they broke down. Believe me, I’ve never done anything like this before. Oh, sure, I’ve got a blowjob or two from a grateful girl with a broken down car, hell, I fucked a couple, but I’ve never thought of doing anything like this. But the opportunity is just too damn good. I mean, five girls, five teenage cheerleaders at that, hell, how lucky can you get?
The car was right where I thought it would be. I didn’t bother to turn on the flashers, and I cut the headlights as quick as I could, no use drawing any attention to myself, even though I know nobody would see me. The road connected to one of Old man Patterson’s back fields, and there isn’t a house for a mile around, the girls had done a good job getting off the main road for me.
I had to knock on the window, the girls in the car were too afraid to get out on their own.
“Hi there, my name is Pat, Tara and Lisa sent me to pick you up and see if I could get your car running back at the shop.” I saw the ease flash over their eyes when I told them Tara and Lisa had sent me.
“Why don’t you three go hop in the truck, the heat is on, it’s probably a little more comfortable than the car. Just leave your bags in here though, there isn’t a lot of room in the cab, we’ll get to the station and straighten everything out there.” I love trusting kids. I was even more pleased that my three newest captives were equally as beautiful as the first two. I didn’t get names, but there was another blonde, one of those tall thin girls, probably 5’8″, and she was absolutely stunning, and seeing her, it was pretty damn hard covering up my erection. A whole world of ideas flashed through my mind when I watched her climb out of the car.
There was also a brunette. She was probably only about 5’2″, maybe 5’3″, though, when I get her into some high heels, she’ll definitely look pretty hot. I couldn’t tell for sure in the dark and the uniform, but she looked like she had big tits.
The third girl was a redhead, not fiery red hair mind you, it was more soft, almost a strawberry blonde, just the way I like them. She looked to be about 5’6″, and her body looked incredible, thin, decent breasts, long legs. I’d sure got lucky, whatever school they were from produced some hot cheerleaders.
I walked the girls up to the cab and helped them up. I don’t think they even minded that I touched their asses as I got them in.
“You can see if you can get something on the radio, you might be able to get a station, the two-way is down though.” It was only down because I’d disabled it, I didn’t want to give them any ideas at all to try and call for help.
It’s amazing how fast you can get something done when you’re dick is demanding you get the girls home. I got their car up on the flatbed in record time. I brought along a cover just in case. I knew I would dump the car in the junkyard tonight, then crush it tomorrow or the next day. I was already thinking about getting Jim—my manger—out to the house to help with the girls, hell, I might even offer him one of the girls for his own.
I hopped back into the cab, I didn’t even care if they saw the bulge in my pants at that point, though I don’t think they did.
“Hey girls, I think we’re all set. I think I can get your car fixed tonight and then get you on your way.” I popped the truck into gear and started off for the shop. I couldn’t wait to get back.
“So we weren’t properly introduced. Again, my name is Pat.” The brunette was pressed so close against me I could feel the heat of her body. I ‘accidentally’ grazed her thigh as I got the big truck up to speed on the highway. The blonde spoke first.
“My name is Monique.”
“I’m Emily.” I liked the strawberry blonde already, and I loved the name.
“I’m Jayme.” Taking a look now the brunette definitely had big knockers. It was hard to keep my mind on the road when I started thinking about what I could do to those tits.
“We should be back at the shop in a couple minutes.” I’d already decided I’d take the truck and their car into the back garage, we used it for storage mostly, but it would be the best place to unload. Once I closed the door there wouldn’t be anyplace for the girls to run, which was perfect.
I pulled the rig into the garage without incident. I’d decided I’d get them out of the truck and walk them over to the tool cage, it would be a good place to hold them till I got their car dumped in the junk yard.
“Girl’s, I’m going to drop you off here for the moment, see that cage over against the wall? There is a door inside that leads to a nice lounge, that’s where Tara and Lisa are. Then I’ll get your car up on the hoist and see what’s wrong with it. Okay?”
“Sure, that sounds good. Do you think we could call our parents to tell them what’s up?”
“Yeah, that’s not a problem, though I think Tara and Lisa said they were going to tell everybody where you were when they called home. There is a phone in the lounge, so you can call if you want anyway.” I helped the girls out of the cab, copping a feel just for the hell of it, though soon enough, I knew I’d be able to do whatever I want with them.
I led the girls over to the cage, I had to undo the padlock for them, I don’t think they suspected anything at all. I was such a gentlemen, letting them all go first, I don’t think they had a clue what was up till I slammed the door shut and put the padlock back on.
“Whaaa…” Monique couldn’t even finish her cry, it was classic. I think for the first time they realized that the cage was just that, 4 walls, and a fenced in ceiling, there was no door to a lounge anywhere.
“What are you doing, let us go. Where are Tara and Lisa???” The three girls were so cute in their little cheerleading outfits, I almost just wanted to stare at them for awhile, but already I was getting sick of their screaming. Jayme had hold of the fence and was trying to rip through it, but I knew she wasn’t going to get anyplace.
“Let me take care of your car, then a little later we’ll head off to my house for a good time.” I knew it would make them scream more, but it was kind of fun. I liked making them even more scared, and I still had a lot to take care of before I could get them home for the real events I planned.
I hopped in the cab and started backing the rig out of the garage. My mind was racing. I already knew where I’d keep the girls till I got things really fixed up. I’d bought my house a number of years ago, the place was huge, and in the basement the previous owners had run a dog breeding business. There were still like 10 kennels down there, and a bunch of dog cages used for transport. I’m so glad now I’d procrastinated on getting rid of the crap. I’d been meaning to do it for years, but now, it turned out to be the perfect spot to keep them until I got the basement finished up just like I dreamed of. I think there are even some dog whips and leashes down there. I’ll probably have to do some shopping on the net for all the other toys I’d love to use on the girls, but I think I’ll have enough to keep them occupied for awhile.
I took their car out to the back part of the junkyard, really it’s not even the junkyard, it’s this fenced in area out by the trees. Nobody ever goes out there, and with the cover on, I should have a couple days easy to crush the thing.
After I dumped the car off and locked the fence up again, I drove back into the front garage and parked. I’d pulled all the girls’ crap out of their car already, I knew I’d probably have to have a good old bonfire one of these nights.
I heard Tara and Lisa screaming in the pit as I moved their stuff from under the counter.
“I’ll be right with you girls. I picked up your friends. They’re doing fine, they’re out in a cage on the back lot.”
I walked into the office and got a huge duffle bag, I dumped all the girls’ stuff in and then put it in my truck. It was going to be a tight fit in the cab, even though I had a quad cab. Hell, then I realized I might as well put the girls in the bed, I’ve got a cover, maybe the cold would get them a little more in the mood to behave when I get them home?
I went into the shop and grabbed a handful of nylon ties, they’d be good to bind the girls’ wrists with.
“Hey Tara, Lisa, it’s almost time to take you to my place.” I could hear them blubbering in the pit. It was kind of fun to make them scared. I almost couldn’t believe I was doing this, it’s not like I’d planned it or anything, but when 5 beautiful teenage cheerleaders fall into your lap so perfectly, what else can you do? Serendipity, you’ve got to love it.
I went out to my truck and laid an old sleeping bag in the bed. I had the nylon ties and I grabbed some duct tape to gag the girls’ mouths’ with. I’d already got all their possessions in the truck and hidden their car, I didn’t have to worry about security tapes or anything like that. There are some nice things about living in a small town, crime isn’t really a problem so we’d never bothered to invest in cameras, or anything like that at the shop. Well, crime was low, with the exception of me and 5 kidnapped girls now.
I put my head under the car that covered the pit. I could hear Tara and Lisa balling, they tried to beg me to let them go, but I had no desire to listen.
“Girl’s, it’s time to head home. We’re just going to have a little fun, and then everything will be all right.” I lied, but it doesn’t really matter. “I’m going to open the door to the pit, I want you, Tara, to come out first. Don’t think about doing anything stupid, just behave and everything will be all right. I want you to walk to me, I’m going to put a nylon strap around your wrists and then gag you with a bit of tape. After that, when I call for you, Lisa, I want you to come out and I’ll bind you too.” I listened to them sob, it was joy to my ears.
“Have you girls ever heard of a tazer?” I paused, letting them think about what I said.
“One of the farmers left one here at the shop a time ago, it’s for use on cattle. If you get any ideas, well, I’ll have to use it on you, and I don’t think either of you would like that.” I held the cattle prod over the pit and pushed the rubber button, a glorious blue arc of electricity shot from the points of the prod. I don’t know if I’d really have the heart to use it on one of the girls, but I think the threat was all they needed.
I went down to the pit and opened the door slowly.
“Tara, I want you to come through the door, walk towards my voice, keep your hands up behind your neck. Understand?” I could hear her sniffle out a response. I saw her shadowy figure move down the narrow hall from the pit. When she reached the stairwell I had her get to her knees. I was a little disappointed she didn’t fight more as I pulled her hands into the small of her back and zipped off one of the nylon ties, I pulled it tight, I’m sure it hurt, but I didn’t want her going anyplace. She tried to beg me to let her go before I put the tape over her mouth, but I really didn’t feel like listening. With my hand up under her elbow I moved her up the stairway and left her at the top of the steps.
“Lisa, it’s your turn. Be a good girl like Tara and everything will be all right.” I saw Lisa emerge from the pit door. My dick was aching. I thought I might cream my shorts, but I managed to get Lisa bound and gagged without making a real mess.
Once I had the two at the top of the steps it was easy. I had the truck parked just out the back door where there were no lights. I picked up each girl and tossed her onto the rolled out sleeping bag. Before closing the lid on the bed I decided to put a nylon tie around each of the girl’s ankles.
I could barely see them in the dark, but I loved the gentle, desperate mewing I heard. I shut the cover on the bed and drove into the back garage, ready to pick up my three passengers from the cage.
I was damn near ready to blow with anticipation by the time I got to the back garage. I couldn’t stop thinking about the two girls lying in the back of my truck. God they looked so cute in their little cheerleading outfits. I was having a hard time deciding which girl I was going to take first. I planned to take all of them in turn, and I hoped at least a couple were virgins still, but who knows anymore? If nothing else I’m sure none of them had been taken anally yet, and I can just imagine how tight their asses are. Oh I can’t wait to hear them scream as I force my prick up their cute little butts.
The three girls in the cage were yelling when I pulled the truck in. I didn’t even try to cover up my erection when I started toward them.
“What are you doing? What are you doing? Let us go, please!” Jayme’s scream echoed through the large back garage. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I moved towards them.
“Girls, girls, I know you can’t wait, but it’s only going to be a few minutes more.” I held the cattle prod up for all of them to see.
“Do you know what a cattle prod is?” I pushed the button and the spark arced from the two points.
“I want you all to get on your knees and put your hands up behind your head. I’m going to come in there and put a nylon strap around your wrists. Don’t think about doing anything heroic, otherwise you’ll get to feel this prod, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not too pleasant an experience.” I stood outside the cage waiting for the girls to put their hands up behind their heads. They were all sobbing, I loved the way their bodies shuddered. Monique was the first to obey, she hesitantly put her hands up behind her head, her gaze was locked on me the whole time. I knew then, looking into those big hazel eyes, she was going to share my bed tonight.
“Come on girls, be good like Monique and put your hands behind your head.” When I pushed the button on the prod again, the other two girls moved their hands up behind their necks.
“Good girls. Now sit still and we’ll get you home.” I failed to mention it was my home, though I think they were getting the idea now.
They were all sobbing hysterically as I unlocked the door to the cage and walked in. Even if they fought, I knew I could overpower them. I’m not the smallest guy in the world. Yeah, I’m a little out of shape, but not too bad. I’m 6’1″ and 250, I know what you’re thinking, 250, that’s more than a little out of shape? Well, put it this way, I used to be big into weightlifting, and I still put up my fair share, so it’s not like its all fat, and I know I could take all three girls if I needed to, but I didn’t think it would come to that. Not the way their bodies trembled, and not based on the volume of their cries, they sounded too desperate to put up that much of a fight.
I grabbed for Jayme’s wrists and pulled them into the small of her back, the nylon band went easily around her tiny wrists and I cinched the plastic tight.
“Pleeeaaaasseee.” She could barely stutter out the words. I tore off a piece of duct tape and sealed it over her mouth, I enjoyed the break from her cries. I rubbed her long hair and bent down to whisper in her ear.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun princess, just relax.”
I had hold of Emily’s wrists, I put the nylon band on, pulling it tight so there was no way she could get out. Her lips were trembling, and the tears streaked down her cheeks as I put the tape over her mouth.
Monique’s whole body shook as I put the plastic around her wrists. I reached around her and cupped her breasts through the cheerleading outfit, they weren’t huge, but even through the fabric I could tell they were perfectly formed, and so young and taut. I pressed my hips into her back. I could hear her whimper louder as my hard cock touched her body. I cut another piece of tape and pressed it tight over her mouth.
“It’s time for you to meet up with Tara and Lisa again, they’re in the back of the truck.” I helped Monique from her knees and started leading her out of the cage toward my truck. I let the tailgate down, then lifted up the cover on the bed. After the initial period of squinting against the lights, I loved the look of shock on Tara and Lisa’s face as they saw Monique there, the tape over her mouth and her hands bound behind her back.
“I told you I’d go pick up your friends, I’ll get Jayme and Emily in a second.” I put my hand up between Monique’s legs, I could feel the gentle bulge of her sex as I lifted her up into the bed. I helped her into position next to Lisa.
Stepping back, I loved the way the three looked laid out in the back of the truck. I wrapped a tie around Monique’s ankles so she couldn’t hope of getting away. I loved the way their bodies twitched uncontrollably in fear.
“Let me go get your friends and we’ll get out of here.” I hopped off the tailgate and went to get Jayme and Emily. They were still on their knees, their big eyes followed my every move. I helped them up and held their elbows tight, I pushed them towards the truck, my dick was about to explode. I was tempted as hell to just take one of them there, to drop those cute little panties and ram home, but even though I knew nobody would come in, I thought it wiser to get them to my house, then I could have all my fun in the privacy of my own place.
It was kind of a tight fit to get all 5 girls into the back of the bed. I’d debated whether I should put a blanket over them or let them feel the chill of the night air, in the end I decided to keep them a little warm, I tossed an old blanket over top of the three writhing girls.
I stood there looking down on them.
“Don’t worry girls, we should be home in about 10 minutes. Believe me, I can’t wait.” I couldn’t stop smiling. My brain was racing, all the things I’d ever fantasized about, now I was going to make it happen. I’d experimented a little with BDSM, I had a few girlfriends over the years that liked to be tied up, but it was all a game, they didn’t really get into it the way I’d wanted too, that was all going to change now. I had five slaves to do with as I pleased.
I shut the lid on the bed of the truck and slammed the tailgate shut. I couldn’t wait to get home.
I went through the shop one more time. I made sure that there were no sign that would make the girls’ presence known. I took a look at the pit to make sure there was nothing on the floor, or that they wrote notes on the walls. It took awhile, I thought my dick was going to explode, but I just wanted to make sure. When I finally climbed up in the cab I was dying. I couldn’t even stroke myself through my pants, I knew if I did I’d cream my shorts, and I wanted to save all my cum for my new prizes.
The ride home was terrible. I wished the miles would melt away, it felt like I was high, there was so much excitement and adrenaline running through my body I almost felt sick. When I finally pulled my truck into the garage I had to just sit there for a second, I couldn’t believe what I’d done, I’d kidnapped 5 girls, and soon, I was going to rape them all and keep them as my slaves. I should have felt guilty, but you know, I didn’t.
When I got out of the truck I thought about getting the girls right then, but instead I went into the house. My two dogs were on me the moment I got through the door. I suppose they were a little anxious, I was a couple hours late feeding them. They were good boys, two big black labs. I’d got them both as puppies, and now, at 2 and a half they each weighed over 110lbs. Spike was the alpha dog between the two, and Shadow followed along obediently wherever he went.
I didn’t bother trying to make anything up for them. I’d grilled up a couple steaks the night before for myself, I figured what the hell, I’d treat the boys to that, and then I could get my dick in Monique a lot sooner, since I’d decided on her. There was just something about her, the way she moved. There was an endearing nervousness that turned me on, I can’t explain it.
After I’d dealt with the dogs it was off to my new prizes. I loved the way the five pairs of eyes followed my every move. With their hands and legs bound I had to slide the girls out one by one from the truck. First I put Tara over my shoulder and carried her down into the basement. I could hear her trying to beg, but the tape did an effective job of muffling anything she tried to say.
I carried Tara down the stairs, and then took her off into the unfinished side of the basement. I had a good 1500 sq ft of space, I’d debated for years what to do with it, but now it was perfect, I knew I was going to build my own dungeon to keep my pets.
I set Tara down on the floor. At first I was going to put her in one of the cages, but then I decided that the girls probably needed to use the bathroom.
“Now Tara, don’t think about doing anything stupid, if you girls behave, you’ll be all right. Do you understand?” The terrified girl nodded her head.
“I’m going to put you in the bathroom and then get your friends. I’m going to untie you, be smart, don’t do anything stupid.” I cut the nylon bands on her wrists and ankles. There was a bathroom on the unfinished side of the basement, obviously the previous owners had planned to finish off the apace, but never got around to it, just like me.
I shut the door and left Tara inside. I was able to make sure she couldn’t get out by wedging the door shut. Only three more to go…
I was pretty damn tired by the time I got Jayme, Lisa and Emily into the basement. I left them all locked in the bathroom when I went to get Monique. I’m sure the later arriving girls might have liked some privacy when they used the toilet, but I wanted to get them all used to having no more rights but what I gave them.
Unlike the other girls I got Monique out of the truck and carried her into my bedroom. The dogs were barking and yelping at her as I carried her into my room, but they meant no harm. I laid Monique down on the bed and then got the dogs out. Seeing her there, bound as she was, I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I had to take care of the other girls first.
I grabbed the sleeping bag and blanket from the truck and carried it down into the basement. I was pleased to see that none of the girls had taken the tape from their mouths when I left them alone in the bathroom.
“Did you all take care of your business?” I could see the tears streaming down their cheeks.
“Come on.” I stood back and pointed the girls toward one of the kennels, they were for pretty big dogs, so they were about 6′ tall, maybe 6-7′ deep, and about 5′ wide. I knew the chain link was connected well, it could handle 150lb danes beating against it, and I knew it could handle my new pets too.
I tossed the blanket and sleeping bag into the cage in preparation for the girls.
“Go on, get in there.” I could hear them sobbing louder as they got in the cage.
“I’ll bring you down some water and something to eat in a few. You can take off the tape, though I don’t want to hear any of your bitching.” There was a part of me, something deep down that made me feel bad about taking the girls, but with the aching in my balls, I knew my guilty conscience wasn’t going to win out.
I filled a couple gallon jugs full of water, then grabbed a bunch of granola bars and some apples for the girls. I knew they’d be fine until morning. The sleeping bag and blanket were big, I knew they’d have to huddle together, but that kind of turned me on anyway.
Tara started to say something when I dropped off the food and water, but I only had to put my finger to my lip and she shut up.
“Have a good night sleep girls. I’ll check on you in the morning, then we can get to know each other a lot better.” I left one of the lights on across the way, I thought it would be a little too cruel to leave them completely in the dark. I made up a little dinner for myself and Monique. Nothing flashy, just some chicken and a salad, though I am a pretty damn good cook this was something just to tide us over.
Monique started whimpering when I walked in the door. I set the tray of food next to her on the bed, but I wasn’t going to release her hands just yet. I lay next to her, I got close, I could feel her try to wiggle away, but there wasn’t much she could do.
“So, are you hungry?” I could see her nod ever so slightly, her eyes were wide and locked on me. I ripped the tape from her mouth, she wailed out when I did, twisting her head side to side from the pain. She started to say something, but I silenced her immediately.
“You will do as I say, without hesitation. You won’t speak unless I tell you to, and you won’t do anything unless I tell you to. If you behave, I’ll treat you well.” She started to cry as I grabbed her breast, I softly massaged her mound through the fabric.
“Do you want something to eat?” She nodded. I grabbed a couple pillows and propped her up.
I took a forkful of salad and brought it to her lips, I gave her a bite, then one to myself. “When I have you trained, you’ll feed me.” I gave her a shot of juice, she drank it down greedily.
I enjoyed having control over her, even if it was just feeding her. I slid my hand up under her short skirt and ran my fingers over the bulge of her pussy. I didn’t slide my hand inside her clothes, not yet at least. I knew that after I fed her I wanted to make her strip for me. I’d already formulated at least some of my plan. I loved the way I could feel her muscles tense as I moved my hand over her skin.
When we’d finished the salad, I rolled Monique over onto her belly. I cut the straps from her wrists and ankles, though she didn’t try to even move when she was free.
“Get up, go use the bathroom, you’ve got 20 minutes. Don’t think about doing anything stupid, got it?” I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her head up so she was looking me in the eyes.
Understand?” Terrified she nodded.
“Good, get into the bathroom, make yourself look good.” It didn’t matter, she was naturally beautiful, and the fear, that was what had me so horny I couldn’t even stand it.
The time seemed to pass so slow, I stared at the clock for about five minutes, but it felt like time was moving backwards. Finally I started cleaning up the place, I locked the phone in the end table, and hid away anything that my new pet could use to escape. I still had a lot of work before I could do the things I wanted to with my slaves in the house, but I’d have fun tonight, that’s for sure.
I could hear her crying when I knocked at the bathroom door.
“Time to earn your keep baby.” It was a little crude to say, but I was desperate, I couldn’t wait anymore. I opened the door, Monique was cowering in the corner of the bathroom.
I’d already taken the liberty of stripping, and I loved the way her eyes focused on my prominent erection.
“Get out here slut.” I motioned her toward me with my finger. The girl’s whole body shuddered as she got to her feet. I thought she’d collapse to the ground the way her knees buckled.
I sat on the edge of the bed and took in the glorious sight of my new pet. I pointed to the floor in front of me.
“Strip for me cunt.” Monique’s hands shook so bad I didn’t know if she’d be able to manage the act of stripping, but I was going to eat up her struggles.
“Pllleeeeasssse Mister.” I think she was surprised how fast I moved, I was up and slapped her hard across the face before she even knew what happened. I grabbed a handful of her beautiful blonde hair and arched her head back so I loomed over her.
“I said strip for me slut. Don’t ever talk back to me. If you don’t strip, I’ll do it for you, and I’ll tell you this, you’ll wish you’d obeyed me.” I let go of her hair and sat back on the edge of the bed. My heart was beating so fast, the adrenaline was flooding through my bloodstream. I can’t explain the feeling, but I loved it. My prick throbbed in pure excitement.
Monique was crying as she started pulling down the zipper on her little cheerleading vest. What makeup she had left streaked down her cheeks. Part of me wished I had a camera set up, but the truth is I don’t think I’d ever forget the image of her there.
Monique twisted her body out of the little vest. She pulled her skin tight shirt out of the band of her waist. I could tell she had nice breasts, nothing huge, but definitely nice, and firm.
Her stomach rippled in convulsions as she lifted the shirt up over her head. She tried to cross her arms over her sports bra, but I could already tell by what I saw, that I was going to have a great time with this girl.
I needed only to point at her little skirt to get her moving again after she’d hesitated, she undid the clasp and let the fabric fall around her ankles, leaving her standing there in her little blue outer panties.
“Come on, get it off!” Monique tried to delay all she could, but even she knew it was inevitable. She slid the outer panties over her hips till she was standing there in only her bra, and her cute sport panties.
I shifted my body as if I was going to stand, Monique yelped and jumped back a few inches. Before I had to say anything, she started lifting her bra over her head. She tried to hold it over her chest for an instant, but then thought better of it and let it fall to the floor.
I couldn’t help but smile, I’m sure it made her all the more nervous, but I didn’t care, I just knew I needed my cock in her mouth before I shot my load on the floor.
Monique’s hands trembled so bad I didn’t think she’d be able to get her panties to the floor, but she inched it down her thighs. When I saw her smooth, shaved mound I was in heaven. She jerked away as I got to my feet and moved toward her.
“On your knees!” I grabbed her by the neck and forced her to the floor. “Suck my dick slut!” I forced the head of my cock to her lips. I grabbed a clump of her hair in my hands and twisted till she screamed. “I said suck my cock cunt!”
I almost blew as I forced my prick in between her tight moist lips. I heard her gag as I forced all 8″ of my dick down her throat. I felt her tongue moving over the bottom of my shaft involuntarily as she struggled for breath. I clamped my hands on the back of her head and held her on me till I thought she was going to pass out.
I only pulled out for an instant, long enough for her to gasp for breath before I slammed my hips forward and made her swallow me again. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I wanted to get a couple good thrusts in before I blew in her mouth. I felt her hands at my hips trying to push me away, but with the urgency I felt to cum, nothing was going to keep me from having my prick deep in her sweet little mouth.
I felt it deep in my loins. I’ve never felt my balls contract like that. I felt the cum shoot from my dick, and it kept coming, my balls pulsed and shot a huge load deep in Monique’s throat. I could hear her gagging as I held the back of her head tight, forcing her to take my whole length in her mouth. I didn’t think it would ever stop, my balls jerked and squeezed more cum out, I bellowed out in a primal roar. I kept cumming so much it hurt.
After what seemed like an eternity I knew I’d spent my load. I looked down at my new prize as I eased my rampant cock from her mouth. I could see the cum seeping around her lips, and she started to cough up my seed.
“Swallow it slut, swallow it!” I arched her head back as she gasped for breath. “Swallow it down cunt!” I saw her big hazel eyes looking up at me, pleading, begging me to stop, but there was something animal in my need to see her drink all my sperm down.
I let go of Monique’s hair and let her collapse to the floor after she’d desperately swallowed all my cum. She lay in a heap sobbing as I went to the bathroom to get a drink of water. My balls still tingled.
Monique was still lying on the floor, in the midst of her cute little outfit, when I came back into the bedroom. I had to lift her off the ground and onto the bed.
“Get on your knees!” Monique pushed her ass into the air and got to her knees. I grabbed for her wrists and pulled them back to her ankles, spreading her legs wider I duct taped her wrists to her ankles, her face was forced down into the mattress. I pulled off her shoes and socks and left her like that. I loved the way her hair cascaded over her head and spread out on the bed.
I laid down on the bed next to Monique’s head, she turned to face me, I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. I pushed the hair out of her face.
“How’d you like that slut? Have you ever given a blow job before?” I saw her nod in abject humiliation. “Tell me, do you like the taste of cum?” I watched her close her eyes and stutter out the word no.
“Well, you’d better get used to it.” I reached up under her body and pinched her nipple between my fingers.
“Have you ever had vaginal sex Monique?” When I heard her sobbing I knew the answer was no, and she knew I was going to pop her cherry soon.
“How about masturbation?” I didn’t hear her response, but I didn’t much care.
“Well, I’m going to make you cum Monique, you’ve been a good girl.” I got up from the bed and walked to my dresser. I’ve always loved seeing women orgasm, so one of the toys I’d picked up over the years was a Magic Wand vibrator.
Monique did what she could to watch me after I plugged in the vibrator. I had the G-Spot attachment too, but I didn’t think I’d need it, not tonight at least.
I heard her whimpering when I flipped the switch and the vibrator started going. I heard her squeak as I pressed the head of the vibrator into the folds of her sex.
“How do you like that?” I saw Monique’s legs start to shudder as I moved the head of the vibrator up and down over her sex, her whole body convulsed when I touched the vibrator to her clit.
“Please…stop…please…” I didn’t listen to her words, I pressed the head against her clit and gently spread her labia with my fingers. I moved my fingers over her sensitive flesh, I could already feel the moisture spreading from her pussy.
I flipped the switch on the vibrator to high and pushed it harder against Monique’s clit, I could hear her cries growing louder.
“That’s it slut.” I got between her legs and let my tongue dart into her sex. I licked her, spreading her young flesh wide, tasting the pink as I held the vibrator to her clit.
Monique’s legs started to shake, I could see her tits jiggling. I loved the mixture of want, and disgust in her movements. I could see her hips gyrating, pushing back onto my tongue, rubbing against the vibrator’s head as she cried out, begging me to stop.
I forced a finger into her pussy, not deep, just enough to tease her body.
“That’s it cunt, fuck me, fuck my finger.” I could hear her start to pant, her nipples were hard and I pushed the head of the vibrator against her breast, she involuntarily groaned.
I slid my finger from Monique’s snatch, it was wet with her juices. I forced my mouth over her pussy and started delving my tongue into her body and over her clit.
I could hear her moaning louder. With my hands free I reached up under her body and grasped her breasts, I twisted and molded her flesh in my hands, driving her on.
“That’s it slut, cum for me!” I sucked on her clit, nibbling on the hard little bud with my teeth. I could feel her hips moving, I knew she was about to cum. I swabbed my tongue over her labia, pushing her to the edge, I wanted to hear her scream out.
“STOP, STOP, Please, stop!!!” I could hear the desperation in her voice, but that only drove me on further. I could hear her panting, her cries were like the screech of an animal, the muscles of her thighs convulsed as she arched her head up and screamed.
I bit down on her clit, not hard enough to do damage, but enough so she could feel it.
“Cum for me slut, cum for me!” Monique wailed, her whole body trembled, I could see her leg muscles spasming…
I didn’t even wait for her body to stop reacting. I pushed the vibrator against her clit again.
“God no, please, please, stop, please!!!” I know her pleas were sincere, but I wanted to make her cum again.
“Come on slut, I’m going to make you cum again.” I milked Monique’s breast, squeezing it like an udder as I moved the vibrator up and down over her labia. Her nipples were hard, and I loved the way they felt as I pinched them, making her scream in pain.
“Cum for me cunt.” I let go of her tit and forced my finger into her pussy, not deep, but enough to make her moan. Her body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, it was gorgeous. I loved the way her tight little pussy throbbed under my touch, contracting, squeezing me. The vibrator buzzed against her clit and I knew she was about to cum again.
With my finger in her pussy and the vibrator on her clit I moved my tongue over her engorged labia. She tried to jerk away but there was nothing she could do. I could hear her panting, gasping for breath as she was about to orgasm again.
“Please, please, please…” I drove my tongue between her labia while I pinched her clit hard. I still had the vibrator forced against her body.
I’ve never seen a girl’s body react like hers did to an orgasm, Monique screamed as her legs bucked, I thought she’d fall off the bed the way they contracted so hard. I could hear the duct tape making little cracking sounds as every muscle in her body convulsed.
“That’s it slut, cum for me, cum for me!” I ran the vibrator up and down over the length of her sex, with particular attention to her clit. She screamed like mad, I could tell there was a part, deep down, that liked it.
Monique was still moaning when I got off the bed, I hurried to the closet and pulled out a leather belt. It was an old and well worn belt, but I knew it would do the job. It was a good inch and a half wide and I doubled it over so I’d have better control.
I don’t even know if Monique saw me approaching, her body was writhing, I could see her forcing her chest down, rubbing her nipples against the bed spread. I don’t know if she even heard the swish through the air, but I know she felt it when the leather struck her engorged labia. I would have loved to see her eyes go wide when she felt the bite of the belt, but I was too busy bringing it down again, almost in the exact spot as before. I heard her high pitched scream echo through the room as I kept bringing the belt down on her body, I didn’t want to whip her too much, I just wanted Monique to feel the bite of the leather on her hypersensitive flesh. The sound of the belt on her skin was pushing me over the edge, I wanted to beat her more with the belt, but I couldn’t hold out much longer.
I rolled Monique over onto her back. The way her wrists were taped to her ankles it spread her legs nicely. I brought the belt down on her tits a few times, I caught her hard little clit dead on with the belt, raising desperate screams.
I tossed the belt aside and climbed on Monique’s body, my dick was hard and I was ready to blow again. She was still wailing in pain from the belt when I slammed my prick into her virgin cunt. I could feel her stomach muscles contract under mine. I drove my dick all the way inside her, till I felt my balls slap against her ass. I loved the way I could feel her thighs against my hips. I grabbed for her hair and clamped my mouth down on hers. There was nothing she could do, I slammed into her again and again, I couldn’t help it, I wanted to hurt her as I fucked her. I knew she’d remember her first time forever.
I knew I was about to cum so I buried my prick full in her pussy. I felt the sperm flood her, my balls contracted, it was almost painful as I pumped her full of my cum, though I can’t tell you how good it felt. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest, I could feel her body shudder as she sobbed.
I don’t know how long I laid there on top of her, my dick still hard and buried in the soft warmth of her pussy. I whispered into her ear.
“God you’ve got some kind of tight pussy. We’re going to have a good time.” I rolled off Monique. I ran my hand over her belly, and over her pussy, my semen dribbled out of her little cunt. Her hair was disheveled, her body was covered in sweat, makeup was streaked over her face, and I could still see her little pussy throbbing and twitching. The red marks where I’d laid the belt down on her tits were still visible.
With a knife and cut Monique’s wrists and ankles free. Her legs flopped down on the bed, splayed wide.
I ran my fingers over her swollen sex, I could hear her moan as I slid my finger into her pussy.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun babe. I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours everyday, and I’m going to make you masturbate for me, I love seeing you cum.” I couldn’t wait to get on the net and drop a couple thousand dollars on sex toys and bondage gear, but I’d wait till the next day for that.
“Get up, go into the bathroom, clean up, take a shower if you want, then we’ll go to bed.” I ran my hand over the inside of her thighs. “Do you want anything more to eat, or drink?” She seemed to disenheartened to react much, but I saw her nod softly no.
“Go, get in the bathroom!” I loved the way she moved. Even with the pain and humiliation she felt, she had a certain grace in her movements. She had the most beautiful legs, long, thin, gorgeous!
I went down and got a glass of water and some snacks, I needed to take care of my girl. When I got back up into my room, I could hear the shower running, I was pretty sure I could hear her crying.
I felt a little tingle in my balls when thought about the girls down in the basement. I wondered if any of them had got to sleep yet? Really, it didn’t matter, the longer they stayed up, the more ready they were going to be when I started in on them. I still couldn’t believe it was all happening. When I woke up this morning, I never would have thought, hell, dreamed, that these 5 gorgeous teens would enter my life.
I heard the shower stop running, I couldn’t wait for my girl to get out of the bathroom. I didn’t have any more plans for her tonight, just to get some sleep, but I couldn’t wait to get her in the bed next to me.
After about 5 minutes I started to get impatient.
“Hey slut, hurry up, get your ass out here!” I heard her sob just a little louder, then I heard the door open. I was already on the bed, I had the sheets pulled back waiting for her.
“God you’re a beautiful little whore.” Monique had her hands crossed over her chest, and the palm of her hand trying to cover up her sex.
“No slut, arms at your side, never try to cover yourself from me, do you understand?” She nodded, a resigned, hopeless nod. Her hair was still wet from the shower, her nipples were hard and her breasts were absolutely gorgeous.
“Come here, get in bed.” I motioned her over to me.
“Please…” I put my finger to my lip and she went silent. Instinctively she tried to cover herself again, but then I could tell she remembered and dropped her hands to her sides.
“Good girl.” She sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed for her elbow and pulled her onto the bed. She yelped as I twisted her arm, but I got her on her back.
“Give me your wrists!” She looked up to me with her wide hazel eyes.
“Relax I just need to tie your wrists and ankles, then we can go to bed.” I took her wrists in my hand, I could easily hold them in one palm, I looped rope around one wrist, then pulled it around her other wrist, snugging them together so she couldn’t get away. I didn’t pull it too tight, just enough so it wouldn’t come lose.
“Pick up your legs…” I could have crawled to the foot of the bed, but I wanted to see how flexible she was. Monique kicked up her legs until they were perpendicular to her body, I grabbed the back of her thighs and forced her legs down till her knees touched her breasts.
“Hold your legs like that.” I looped more rope around her ankles till I knew she wouldn’t be able to work it free.
“You can put them down.” I lay down next to her, I could feel Monique try to move away.
“Don’t move away from me, ever, I own you now. Let’s get some sleep.” I pulled the covers up over top of us. I could feel her body shaking as I put my arm over top of her breasts. I whispered in her ear.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun together Monique, just behave, and I’ll treat you right.” I flipped the lights off and closed my eyes resting my head on her shoulder. I could feel her heart beating, I knew she was uncomfortable with me holding her, but I didn’t care. My mind was filled with all the things I needed to do. I needed to get the house in order and ready for my new cadre of slaves. I couldn’t wait to get online and buy all the toys I was going to need. I could feel my dick getting hard and bulging against Monique’s thigh as I faded off to sleep easily.

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By rutger5 (Copyright 2012)
“Shanika stop, you shouldn’t be doing that, please no” I heard the voice come through the earpiece that was nestled comfortably in my ear.
Well let me start at the beginning. My name is Reginald Johnson and I’m the principal of Martin Luther King Jr. High in school district 5, the toughest, poorest district in the city. Our students for the most part are minority and the majority come from single parent homes. Obviously we’re always near the bottom in academic rankings citywide and we certainly have our fair share of troubled youths. However in spite of this we do have a sense of community and school spirit and we are a perennial powerhouse in sports often winning city titles in basketball especially.
I shifted my large frame in my chair as I adjusted the laptop that sat on the desk before me. There was quite a show taking place on its screen which was commanding my interest right now. Shanika McPhatter, the starting center of the girl’s basketball team, had her big body pressed up against the much smaller body of her homeroom teacher Ms. Chance.
“Shanika what are you doing? Oh please stop it!” the pretty blonde teacher cried out but her entreaty had no discernible affect on the student.
The two were standing a few feet from the classroom door with Ms. Chance pressed against the wall as Shanika’s arms surrounded her while she repeatedly kissed her teacher’s neck. As I watched the student’s hand moved to where she was able to grab Ms. Chance’s breast through the material of the blouse as she continued kissing her. It seemed these actions were starting to have an effect because in between her protests a few low moans escaped the teacher’s mouth.
“Why are you doing this? Ooh! I thought you wanted my help with something.”
The teen stopped what she was doing long enough to answer her teacher before returning to the task at hand.
“But you are helping me Ms. Chance, with my sex-ed. Ever since I first saw you I’ve wondered how your white pussy would taste and today I plan on finding out so stop your struggling.”
She laughed after she said that and resumed kissing the woman but this time she planted her lips firmly on the surprised teacher’s mouth. It appeared from my vantage point that after her initial shock Ms. Chance was now responding and returning Shanika’s kiss. Sensing that the tide was turning in her favor Shanika redoubled her efforts. Her muscular leg pressed between the thighs of her victim and she managed to unbutton the top two buttons on Ms. Chance’s blouse.
That move seemed to spur Ms. Chance’s resistance as she managed to break the kiss and she seemed to struggle to free herself but her strength was no match for Shanika’s. The girl easily held her in place with one arm as her lips now tasted the pale white flesh that had been exposed when the blouse had been unbuttoned. She was feasting on the skin right over the woman’s breasts and as I watched Shanika pulled the bra down freeing a breast. Though Ms. Chance was petite and probably weighed around one hundred pounds her breast was round and full for her size.
Not wasting a moment the senior center fastened her hungry mouth onto the breast and sucked causing Ms. Chance to let out a long moan. The girl continued to suckle one while her hand squeezed the other breast at the same time. Ms. Chance threw her head back now and I saw her eyes were tightly shut. The hand that wasn’t fondling the breast now slipped down and seized the woman’s buttock pushing it harder against the intruding leg.
This was becoming a little too much for me now so I stood for a moment allowing me to unfasten my pants. I pushed them and my boxers down freeing my erect trouser snake which sprang upwards after being freed of its confinement. After retaking my seat I discovered that Ms. Chance’s hand was running through the short nappy hair of Shanika who continued to sample the breast flesh.
Without warning Shanika lifted Ms. Chance by wrapping an arm around her waist and straightening her much taller body up. She started to walk carrying her teacher and disappeared from the screen as they traveled beyond the range of the camera. Cursing silently I fiddled with my keyboard which sent the signal remotely to the camera allowing me to adjust its angle. It took only a moment to sweep the classroom and once I saw they were now by Ms. Chance’s desk I focused the camera there.
Truthfully getting this state of the art surveillance system installed on the down low was perhaps my best administrative decision I thought with a chuckle. It had been almost too easy in retrospect. All I had to do was feel out the companies that were bidding on providing the school with an alarm system to see who was willing to go the extra mile. Since they would be installing both a new modern fire alarm system as well as a burglar alarm system for all the entrances to the building, with a monitoring contract as well, there was plenty of money to be made. All I asked was that a tiny hidden camera be put in every room of the building at the same time. They were linked to computer software that only I had access to and voila – I could see what was happening anywhere on my computer including of course all the locker rooms and showers.
By now Shanika had placed Ms. Chance on the desk and as I watched pulled her skirt down and off her. No sense in waiting any longer I decided as it would take me some time to reach the classroom they were in as it was on a different floor than my office. Once I was sure that it was recording I removed the earpiece then reluctantly forced my erection back into my pants. Though it was unlikely I’d run into someone at this late time of day it made no sense to take a chance. I don’t think the principal being discovered walking the halls with his hard cock exposed would be considered a positive thing.
Locking my office door behind me I headed for the staircase. The classroom in question was on the third floor while my office was on the first so I climbed the two flights and turned down the hallway. When I was getting close I did my best to keep quiet as I didn’t want to do anything to announce my presence prematurely. Once I reached the door I slowly brought my face to the small window which allowed me to look in.
What a scene I witnessed there – I doubt I could ever forget it. Ms. Chance was flat on her back on the surface of the desk nude from the waist down but for her shoes as Shanika was bent at the waist with her face buried between her teacher’s creamy white thighs. Ms. Chance’s legs rested on Shanika’s shoulders and I could hear the moans even through the closed door. Shanika’s tongue must have been busy as Ms. Chance was writhing around on the desk with one hand grasping her licker’s hair while the other was playing with her own breast and squeezing her nipple.
It seemed that I arrived at a most fortuitous moment for less than a minute later Ms. Chance let out a drawn out moan and I observed her body stiffen as Shanika continued to lick her. Pausing just long enough to adjust my Johnson rod I opened the door and burst into the room.
“What in tarnation is going on here?” I demanded in my loud booming voice.
Immediately the two of them reacted although in totally different ways. Shanika pulled away from Ms. Chance allowing the teacher’s legs to fall as she straightened up and turned to face me. Ms. Chance did her best to curl into a ball as one hand attempted to pull her blouse closed and the other tried to cover her exposed pussy.
“Well I’m waiting for an answer” I practically shouted.
“Oh thank God you showed up Mr. Johnson” Shanika replied “Ms. Chance told me if I didn’t have sex with her that she’d fail me and I wouldn’t be eligible to play basketball.”
“Shanika that isn’t true, how can you say that?” Ms. Chance managed to get out before I ordered her to be quiet.
“Shut up now Ms. Chance and don’t say anything more at this time. Shanika are you all right, do you need me to call the police?”
“I-I-I don’t know Mr. Johnson, I’m not sure what to do right now.”
“Well let’s get you out of here to start with. And you” I directed at Ms. Chance “don’t even think of leaving.”
With that I put my arm around Shanika’s shoulder and led her from the classroom shutting the door behind us. We walked a bit down the hallway at which time Shanika turned and looked at me.
“Did I do good Mr. Johnson?” she asked with a smile now on her face.
“Better than good Shanika, you were great” I told her as I handed her five twenty dollar bills.
She slid the money into her pants pocket then winked at me.
“I tell you what Principal, right now Ms. Chance is ready for you if you catch my meaning.”
That was what I was counting on I thought as I headed back to the classroom. When I opened the door I had the sternest expression on my face that I could manage. Ms. Chance was now standing by the desk fully clothed and she was sobbing. Again closing the door I briskly strode toward her.
“What the hell were you thinking? Is that how you get your kicks? Coming here to the inner city and exploiting an at-risk youth for your own perverted desires.”
“No Principal Johnson, it’s not like that. It didn’t happen that way…” she began before I cut her off.
“Well I know what I saw. A teacher, a person in a position of power, being sexually serviced by a confused young person. Maybe that wasn’t you I heard moaning like a cat in heat?”
“I was moaning Principal Johnson but she caused…”
“So now you’re blaming the victim, is that it? That should go over good with the media, a privileged white teacher from suburbia blaming her minority inner city victim. I don’t know if you realize the potential consequences of your actions. Obviously the end of your promising teaching career and that would be getting off lucky. You would become famous, or more accurately infamous and you’d be hounded by the press constantly. And that’s not even taking the law into account. Corrupting the morals of a minor would be a slam dunk case and I’m not sure what other charges might apply. I don’t think you’d do well in jail. And of course there’s the possibility of a civil lawsuit.”
By now Ms. Chance was sobbing uncontrollably, the tears streaming down her face taking her makeup with them so that her face was a mess. Her pert nose was red and running as well. Her chest was heaving with each sob and her whole body seemed to be trembling. All in all she was right where I wanted her to be. I reached out and touched her shoulder gently. Like a frightened deer she almost jumped out of her fashionable heels.
“But I believe there might be a way out of this Whitney, you don’t mind me calling you Whitney do you?”
“No, no of course not Principal Johnson” she replied with a tiny bit of hope now sounding in her voice.
“The thing is I don’t believe Shanika wishes for this to come out for her own reasons. It wouldn’t be the kind of attention she wants to receive either. Luckily her mother and I attend the same church so I have some influence.”
I could see Ms. Chance was starting to think that maybe things would turn out not so bad after all when I hit her with what I said next.
“However in spite of Shanika’s wishes the onus falls on me to report what I witnessed first hand. With my own eyes I saw her eating your pussy.”
Where a minute ago she saw light at the end of the tunnel she was now plunged into darkness once again.
“Tell me Ms. Chance, why should I overlook your conduct?”
“Maybe I can’t give you a reason that you’ll accept Principal Johnson but I beg you to reconsider reporting me.”
“Well for someone begging you’re not doing a very good job Whitney. A good first step to prove your sincerity would be to get on your knees. NOW!” I commanded her.
She appeared shocked about my “suggestion” but slowly she sank to her knees and once she did Whitney looked up at me with her ice blue eyes.
“Now repeat after me. I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson…” I began then waited.
“I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson” she repeated in a quiet tone that barely registered over a whisper.
“Louder Whitney – I can’t hear you.”
“I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson” she repeated this time in a louder voice.
“Not to report my sexually deviant conduct” I said with a smirk.
“Not to report my sexually deviant conduct” she said parroting my words.
“And in appreciation of him sparing me the punishment I so richly deserve I will do my best to please him in every way.”
After I said this a blank expression came over her face as it sunk in that this would not be the walk in the park she no doubt expected. But if she believed that I was going to accept her hesitation she was sadly mistaken. Without warning I leaned forward before delivering a sharp smack to her face then roughly grabbed her by the hair.
“Repeat it!” I practically yelled at her.
“And in appreciation of him sparing me the punishment I so richly deserve I will do my best to please him in every way” she managed to get out but she had already started to cry again and appeared terrified.
I strode over to her desk and I yanked on her hair as I did forcing Whitney to follow me on her knees. Once I got there I released her hair and she sank down lower seemingly trying to disappear within herself.
“Look at me Whitney and don’t turn away unless I give you permission” I ordered.
Reluctantly she looked up at me again and once I was sure I had her full attention my hands went to my waist. First I unbuckled my belt before unfastening my trousers. Her eyes were as wide as saucers now that she knew what was coming and I didn’t make her wait long.
My thick fingers pushed both my trousers and boxers down at the same time once again freeing my thick, black mamba. If I thought her eyes were big before it was nothing compared to what happened when she saw that. An audible gasp escaped her mouth when she was confronted with my erection. Slowly I stroked my cock with Whitney only a foot away from it.
Since it had been hard since I first observed her with Shanika it had been leaking pre-cum for some time now. It caused the skin to be slippery as I spread it with my hand. My free hand grabbed her by the head and since my hand is large I was able to actually have my thumb against her forehead while my fingers cupped the back of her head as they slid through her silky golden hair.
“Open your mouth as wide as you can” I demanded to which she hastily complied.
With one motion I drove my hard cock to the back of her mouth making her cough. Still holding her head I slapped her lightly with my other hand then took hold of her head with that hand as well.
“Whitney I’m going to fuck your face. You are going to take it like the white whore you are. I don’t want to feel teeth on me either. If you understand blink twice as I doubt you can talk with my cock in your pretty mouth.”
Her blue eyes closed and opened twice letting me know she understood. Now with the preliminaries out of the way and my hands holding her head in place I began to thrust forward. It felt like heaven to me as I slid in and out of her wet mouth, her lips forming an O around my thick shaft. With each movement my bulbous head reached the back of her mouth yet still much of my erection remained outside her orifice.
“Suck on it Whitney and use your tongue as well. Your goal is to make me feel good so give it your best shot.”
She did her best to comply and soon I felt her tongue wriggling against the sensitive underside of my cock as it moved in and out. She also applied as much pressure as she could with her lips and soon I was moaning from the feeling. Because I’d been aroused for some time previously I wasn’t sure about how long I’d last so I decided to slow things down. My hands pulled her off of me forcefully leaving Whitney gasping and strands of saliva clinging to me especially on my cock head.
“Stand up” I said as I pulled on her hair at the same time.
Once she stood before me I let go of her head and instead put my hands on her blouse. With each hand I took hold of a side and yanked it open sending buttons popping in all directions. Whitney gasped but I paid no mind as my hands continued to pull on the material so that it slid from her shoulders and down her arms. Once it was off her I tossed it to the floor then I reached up and unclasped her bra freeing her small breasts. Her nipples caught my attention as their pinkness contrasted with her fair white skin.
“Now that’s what I call mancandy” I said as my arms snaked around her tiny waist and lifted her up in the air.
My mouth fastened on her breast sucking it into my mouth and then I bit down on her nipple. Whitney cried out from the mixture of pleasure and pain as my teeth tugged on it. After a minute I switched to her other one where I garnered a similar reaction. While I did this my fingers found the zipper on her pencil skirt and pulled it down which allowed my other hand to slip under the material and cup her ass cheek.
Since it encountered bare smooth flesh I assumed, correctly it turned out, that like many of the women today Whitney favored wearing thongs. I dug my fingers deep in her flesh and twisted making her cry out in pain which was music to my ears. My mouth released her nipple so I could speak.
“That’s right Whitney let me know how it feels and it’s just the beginning. You’ll be crying for your momma before I’m done with you.”
Putting her down I now pushed her skirt past her hips so that it slid to the floor leaving her wearing just her black thong panties and heels. Next I loosened and removed my tie.
“Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back slut.”
Not wanting to, but afraid not to, Whitney turned her back to me. As I wrapped the tie around her wrists my eyes were drawn to her tight little ass. It was well formed but on the small side much like her narrow hips. What she needed was to spit out a few babies to allow her body to expand naturally I thought and perhaps I could help with that. Once her hands were tied tightly my fingers pulled up on the back section of her thong which forced the material deep into her pussy slit.
“You are such a hot little tramp Whitney” I told her before biting the nape of her neck.
As my mouth continued its assault and I slid the thong back and forth my other hand reached around and twisted a nipple hard. She tried to remain silent but I was stimulating too many points at once and she was forced to moan. My hand released her nipple and I moved it down her body over her rib cage first and from their over her flat little tummy. During this due to the disparities in our height my hard cock was pressing into her back but I bent my knees enough so that I was able to maneuver my thick shaft between her legs. It rubbed against her inner thighs as well as her panty covered muff.
My hand slipped under the fabric and brushed the silky smooth hair as it continued down. It hit pay dirt a second later when it came in contact with her wet little pussy. When my finger rubbed her clit Whitney again moaned and when the tip forced its way between her swollen lips I felt her whole body shudder.
“You little whore” I murmured in her ear “you’re cumming from me putting my finger in you, aren’t you?”
I continued to work it deeper but it wasn’t easy as her pussy was extremely tight. Finally I had my whole finger inside Whitney so I started to wiggle it back and forth. She managed to spread her legs a bit wider to assist in her violation. The hand that had held her thong now reached up and took hold of her throat.
“You never answered me Whitney when I asked you if you came. I expect an answer when I ask a question.”
Slowly my grip tightened on her neck which prompted a response from her.
“Yes I came, are you happy?”
“No not until I cum will I be happy but I’m glad you admit that you’re a whore.”
Right as I said that I forced a second finger into her and if I wasn’t holding her securely I think she might have tried to escape. As it was her body twisted and turned but I persevered and pushed it into her.
“Fuck baby girl you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. What’s the matter your boyfriend isn’t doing the job?”
“Ooh damn! Its too much Principal Johnson, please take one of those fingers out of me” she said before adding “and right now I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“If I take a finger out then how can I stretch that pussy? If you think two fingers are too much what do you think will happen when I put my big cock in you?”
“No please don’t, you’ll kill me.”
“No the only way I’d kill you is if you don’t let me. Besides it seems you’d die happy my way. Now its time for you to suck my cock again. Get it nice and wet Whitney to help it go in.”
With that I pulled my fingers out and let go of her slender neck. I pushed her so she was bent at the waist over the desk and moved my body in front of her head. Gathering all her hair up in one fist I pulled her head forward as I put my cock by her mouth. She opened it and swallowed my head inside and started to circle it with her tongue. It felt good but what I needed was saliva so as I held her in place with her hair I pushed deeper into her hot mouth.
Whitney almost gagged as I repeatedly hit the entrance to her throat with my cockhead but it was accomplishing my goal of lubricating me. After a particularly deep thrust Whitney coughed up some saliva and I decided I was ready. I pulled out of her mouth and now walked behind her. My hand stroked my cock as the other yanked her thong down to her knees. Pressing the head to her entrance I grabbed her hip then pushed forward.
Whitney cried out loudly as I sank a couple of inches in her pussy channel but it could go no further. Instead of trying to force myself deeper I rotated my hips which brought us both pleasure and also aided in stretching her out. I continued in this manner, managing to slowly slip more of my shaft into her. She was moaning a lot now as my cock stimulated her internal nerves and she sure was stimulating mine.
Once I was a little more than halfway in there I changed my motion and started to slide out of her. When just my head was nestled between her lips I thrust forward a little further. Again I grabbed her hair in a fist and now I began to fuck her for real. While I did I looked down and watched my thickness work between her pretty pink pussy lips and that was quite a sight. But for some reason as I did my eyes were drawn to her little asshole. It was tiny and looked as if was never used even for its primary purpose.
Even though I rarely had anal sex there was something about it that was calling out to me and I responded. I stuck my pinky in my mouth and wet it before forcing the tip in her back hole. Whitney started to squirm and cry like a crazy person but with her hands tied behind her as well as being bent over as I fucked her there was nothing she could do but take it.
Just the thought of forcing myself in her ass that was now resisting just my pinky excited me so much that it pushed me past the edge. With a final thrust I drove further into Whitney’s pussy as my rigid cock swelled even larger. Then the floodgates opened as I showered her insides with my thick, rich cum.
“No please Principal Johnson” she pleaded “don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”
“Then it’s just the way I want it baby girl” I gasped as I fired again and again in her tiny, tight pussy. “With any luck I’ll breed you and if not today then soon.”
With that I forced my cock a little deeper to help guide the sperm where it needed to go. Even while I was cumming I continued forcing my pinky deeper in her stinker until it was swallowed up. By wiggling it around I opened her ass up a tiny bit more. When no more cum came from me I eased out of her now well fucked pussy making Whitney groan with disappointment.
“Have no fear, I’ll soon be fucking you again. But first let me put you where I want.”
After first removing my pinky I lifted the petite teacher and laid her on her back across her desk so that Whitney’s head hung over one end and her ass was at the opposite edge with her legs hanging in the air. Positioning my body by her face I placed my cock by her lips and Whitney knew what to do. Once her red lips opened I guided my partially hard cock between them. Immediately she went back to work, licking and sucking my head and shaft.
“That’s it you little cocksucker, work that black cock good” I told her as I slid my jacket off but before I put it on the desk I slid my cell from the inner breast pocket.
I waited until her head was turned the right way where I could see her whole profile as she sucked me. It took only a few seconds to take a couple of candid shots and once I did Whitney freaked out on me. She managed to pull her mouth free pissing me off.
“What are you doing Principal Johnson? My God you have to delete those” she said raising her voice.
My answer was a smack to her face followed by my large hand closing around her throat and cutting off her oxygen. I leaned in until our faces were just inches apart as I stared into her blue eyes. They were darting all over in a panic as I squeezed.
“Now what Ms. Whitney Chance is forgetting is that I call the shots, not her. You will do whatever I say slut. If I tell you to turn tricks like a ten dollar whore you will do as you’re told. Understand?”
She nodded her head yes as much as she was able to under the circumstances so I released her. Whitney gasped for a minute as she filled her lungs but I was already on the move. Positioning myself between her spread legs I lifted them and placed them against my beefy torso and once they were in place I drove in her pink again.
My hands found and painfully twisted her rock hard nipples as I sawed in and out of her. I pounded her as fast as I was able to going halfway in with each thrust with the purpose of fully regaining my erection. Once I accomplished my goal I withdrew my cock and lowered it a couple of inches so the head touched her ass hole. Since I was freely leaking pre-cum I rubbed it on her puckered hole to assist in what was about to happen.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass Whitney?” I asked though I think I already knew the answer.
She shook her head no, and I could see the fear in her baby blues.
“No I haven’t Principal Johnson. Please don’t, I’m begging you not to. You’re too big and you’ll kill me.”
“It will hurt but you’ll survive” I said as I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her head up so I could see her face clearly. “Besides it’s your fault for having such a cute little ass.”
With those words I forced my big mushroom head into her sphincter and kept going until the head managed to pop inside. She let out such a wail that I felt compelled to pick up her thong and put it in her open mouth. With that out of the way I continued to push deeper. Her ass was so tight that it almost hurt but I was undeterred and kept forcing my shaft further up her. Not until my balls touched her ass cheeks did I pause and then only momentarily.
Tears were streaming from Whitney’s eyes and down her cheeks and she was still moaning in pain though the thong muffled that some. Again I raised my phone and took two pictures. The first was of her tear streaked face with her pain reflected clearly and the second showed the cause for it. My thick black shaft buried almost to the hilt in her no longer virgin ass.
Once that business was concluded I placed the cell down and started to work her hole. For the most part I kept most of my cock buried in her as it was so tight that I didn’t wish to move much. The pleasure on me was just too intense to sacrifice so I rotated my hips in a clockwise motion. Occasionally I’d piston in and out just to change things up. However just being squeezed by her viselike sphincter was taking its toll on me so I decided to go for it.
Leaning forward so that her legs were pushed toward her chest I began to pull almost all of the way out. With just my head remaining I drove all the way in. Each time I did this Whitney whimpered in pain which only spurred me on to go faster. My balls heavy with another dose of baby batter slapped her ass with each thrust now stimulating me even more.
“Come on Whitney, squeeze those muscles if you want this to end sooner” I told her.
Her face looked doubtful but she seemed to be trying her best as I felt her ass tighten a little more. I was grunting as well now as I went balls deep with each thrust. My free hand squeezed her cheek hard as I felt my orgasm approach. At the last second I pulled from her now gaping ass and just managed to put my cock in her little pussy as I exploded.
“Fuck baby girl, here is another batch of cum for you” I said as I painted her pussy white with sperm.
My heavy body sank on her, nearly crushing a helpless Whitney with my bulk. After I regained my breath I managed to push up a little so she could breathe. My hand pulled the thong from her mouth and once I pulled out of her I wiped my cock clean with her thong. Moving as if in a fog I slowly fixed my clothing. Rolling Whitney onto her side I then untied her hands and put my tie in my pocket. Now that I’d cum I was all business with her.
“Ms. Chance starting tomorrow I expect you to report for duty in detention hall as part of your expanded duties. You will receive no compensation for this, in fact according to the official schedule the various teachers assigned will continue to get credit for it. At the conclusion of detention you will report to my office where you will satisfy my urges or any one else who I tell you to satisfy. Is that clear?”
She blinked a couple of times as comprehension dawned on her that for all practical purposes she was no longer in control of her fate. Instead she was my sexual plaything until I tired of her and even then I had no intention of freeing her from my control.
“I understand Principal Johnson” she said submissively with her eyes cast down.
“Just a couple more things Ms. Chance. One I expect you to present me with your ovulation schedule as soon as possible. If you need to consult with your physician to get an accurate reading that is okay. Number two you are forbidden to go on dates or have sexual relations with anyone except on my specific orders. Do I make myself clear?”
“Very clear Principal Johnson.”
“Good now let me go as my wife will have dinner ready soon. I will see you tomorrow” I said as I headed for the door. As I closed it behind me Ms. Chance was curled in a ball on the desk softly sobbing.
THE END
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Rough Justice

The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window.
She knew where he’d be, sitting at his kitchen table, with the lights out, tapping away on his lap-top. On that internet site, looking at the pictures of the women no doubt. She smiled once more, and wondered if he was looking yet again at the new pictures of herself that she’d posted on there. After the text messages she’d just been sending him, he ought to be.
She stopped, just at the edge of the trees. She pulled the phone out of the pocket of her coat, the long one. It reached halfway down her calf, and she was glad that she’d put her knee length boots on underneath. They only had a small wedge heel, so they were good to walk through the woods in, and meant that her legs weren’t bare walking through the undergrowth. It was a half mile through the woods from her house at the top of the hill down to his, and more than twice that down the winding road that led past both their houses to the town at the bottom.
She thumbed another text message. The last few should have got him turned on already, so now it was time to get what she wanted, and get him to do exactly what she wanted him to do, too.
[I want specl pic of ur cok] she pressed send.
[wot u mean] came the answer, within a few seconds,
[want pic of ur hard cok in ur hottub lol] she replied.
[but she in house 🙁 ] he sent back.
[so? bet she wasted agin dare u dare u double dog dare u – will suk u off nex time i c u if u do]
There was no answer for a minute, as she waited silently in the woods, then she heard the kitchen door quietly unlock, open and then close. She ducked back behind a tree as he walked across the wooden decking at the back of his house, and she watched him look back, then pull the cover off the hot-tub, remove his jeans and shirt, and slip into the steaming pool. She could hardly stop herself laughing as she watched him carefully lean back out of the tub, take his phone from his trouser pocket, and take a snap of himself.
‘Men!’ she thought to herself ‘So easily manipulated, so gullible.’
As quietly as she could, she inched around to the side of the house, reached down and unzipped her boots, leaving them just by the side of the deck and noiselessly crept up behind where he was now sitting in the tub, about to send the pic to her.
She sent one last message, [dont drop ur phone!] then when she saw him look closely at his phone she knew that he’d received the message so she stepped up behind him and said quietly
“Don’t drop that now, will you!”
He swivelled around in surprise, and said “Wha….what you doing here! She’ll…”
“She’ll do nothing – I bet she’s up there in bed, full of Prozac and Gin as usual, isn’t she?”
“Yeah” he said, wistfully.
“Well then, how about this instead then?” she said as she undid the belt and pulled her coat open, to show that she was completely naked underneath!
His eyes widened, and the surprised expression on his face turned to a broad smile as she dropped the coat alongside his clothes, and hopped into the warm water of the tub alongside him.
“A promise is a promise…” she whispered to him, and took a large gulp of air, closed her eyes then plunged her head down under the bubbling water. She fumbled her way down his body and, pursing her lips, pushed her mouth down over his stiff cock. It was difficult to suck on it whilst being unable to breathe, and the taste of the chemicals in the water made it very unpleasant, but she stayed down there as long as she could, although probably only ten seconds or so. She burst back up to the surface, spitting out the water from her mouth, and taking a gasp of air.
She pushed her wet hair back out of her eyes, and saw the grin on his face. He was still sitting in the tub, so she straddled him, and guided his cock into her pussy. It was long, and thick, and she felt a glow of satisfaction as it slid into her.
She knew they’d have to be quick, just in case his wife woke up and realised he wasn’t in the house.
She rode him furiously for a minute, the sensations of the warm water bubbling around her adding to the sensuousness of it all. Her breasts dipped in and out of the water with each stroke as she bounced on him, the constant splashing around her hardened nipples adding even more to the sensations.
Although she was nearing her orgasm, she wanted to change position, and the thought of underwater doggy was too good to resist. She raised herself off his cock, climbed to one side of him and whispered “Do me from behind!”
She put her arms out over the edge of the tub, and squeezed her breasts up against the edge, kneeling on the underwater seat. She felt his cock nudge at the lips of her pussy, then slide upwards, and felt him rub his cock between the cheeks of her ass.
She reached around with one hand, and guided him back into her pussy.
He was too big for her to take up the ass.
She wouldn’t even let her regular partner do her that way. She’d done it with a couple of boyfriends in the past of course. It had been enjoyable the first time, with a guy she’d dated in college, but after that, she’d had a fling with an older guy, her boss at her first proper job, and he’d been bigger, and rougher, and she hadn’t enjoyed it.
As her lover began to thrust into her, she reached down and, with two fingers, stroked her clit. They were over a water jet now, and the pleasure for both of them was immense. As she stroked herself, the jet bubbled around her clit, increasing the sensations. She closed her eyes, almost lost in the pleasure. The flow of water stroking around his balls set him off, and he shuddered as he pumped his load into her. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, and soon she came too. She wanted to scream, scream his name out, scream out God’s name, scream out anything but she knew that she daren’t. She bit her lip as she came – her orgasm was massive, fuelled by the bubbling warm water stimulating her whole body, and the sheer audaciousness of their illicit sex.
She knew she should feel guilty about having another woman’s husband, but she didn’t. ‘If she was looking after him properly’ she thought to herself ‘then he wouldn’t be with me. If she wasn’t stoned out of her brains on medication and booze every night, she could be doing this with him, but she isn’t, the stupid bitch!”
The thought that they could be discovered added to the thrill, though.
They’d done it in his garage once before, when he’d told his wife he was ‘fixing the car’, he’d fixed her alright – she’d been sprawled across the bonnet of his car while he’d fucked her fast and furiously. They’d even done it in the woods once, back in the summer. They’d met half-way, she’d brought a blanket. He had ‘taken the dog for a walk’ and the poor thing had been tied to a tree while they fucked. Doggy fashion. They’d laughed about that afterwards, joking that the dog must’ve realised what they were up to.
She shook herself away from the memories. Back to the now.
She climbed out of the pool. He’d only brought one towel out with him, not realising of course that she was there. She grabbed it, towelled her hair back, and quickly dried herself. She threw the wet towel at him so he could dry himself as best he could, and picked up her coat. It was getting cold now, and the late autumnal air chilled her goose-bumped body. Her nipples hardened again, but from the cold this time.
“We’d best go!” she whispered, and pulled her coat on. He nodded, and they kissed, passionately, as lovers do immediately after sex.
He replaced the tub cover and tip-toed back inside the house. She heard the door quietly click shut, and the bolt go across, as she reached the edge of the decking. She looked around for her boots, but they’d gone!
A brief bolt of terror ran through her. She searched around, in case she was mistaken in the dark, and they were nearby, but she soon realised that someone must’ve taken them.
Someone must’ve been watching them in the tub! A little scared now, she wondered who else could be up here at this time of night. Kids? It was a long way to the next house, another mile maybe down the hill?
She realised she had to get home, so she gingerly began to pick her way up through the woods. She couldn’t risk going down to the road, it was a long walk up, and she was afraid that someone driving through would see her. That would possibly give the game away, especially so a woman walking barefoot up the hill at night – that would surely attract attention.
The ground was cold and wet, and the twigs and branches hurt the soles of her feet. She hopped a couple of times as she stood on something spiky in the dark. As she made her way back up through the woods, she began to hurry. She thought she heard someone behind her. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but nevertheless she began to go quicker. She let out a squeal as she caught her ankle on something – probably a root – and twisted it, painfully. She limped on, becoming more and more scared. Her feet hurt quite badly now. She shivered from the cold, her wet hair clinging to her head. She felt wretched; the elation of the earlier sexual encounter in the tub had gone. Pain and fear had taken over now.
No matter, she thought to herself, she was in sight of her own house, when she saw something that made her stop short, rooted to the spot. The sight hit her like a bolt out of the blue – her own husband’s car was parked outside their house! What the hell was he doing here? His shift at the station wasn’t supposed to finish until midnight! In the still of the night she could just hear the faint ticks of the engine cooling, so she knew he had only just arrived. She felt for the keys in her pocket. Perhaps she could sneak in the back door into the kitchen, and pretend she’d been in the house all the time?
She made to move off again, when something hard and solid hit the back of her head, and she fell forward on to the ground, dazed and fighting for consciousness. A blow to her ribcage hit her with such force that it turned her over onto her back – a kick, she realised with horror.
She lay there, dazed, stars dancing before her eyes. As her vision cleared slightly she could see in the faint glow coming from the lights outside her house the face of her attacker.
Her lover’s wife!
Still too stunned to move, she knew she was no match for the much bigger and heavier woman when suddenly the Other Woman dropped violently onto her, knees landing on her chest with such force it knocked all the breath out of her. She was totally unprepared for what happened next – the Other Woman punched her smack in the middle of the face. Not a slap as you’d expect from a woman, but a punch like a man would throw, like a bare-knuckle fighter! More stars. Her head span as she felt the rush of warm wetness on her face and in her mouth and she realised that her nose was bleeding freely.
“BITCH!” the Other Woman spat. “You fucking bitch, you fucking cock-happy bitch!” the Other Woman stood up and began to speak into her phone, then broke away to shout “Over here! I got the bitch!”
She lay there terrified, wondering if she could get to her feet and make a run toward her house when she saw the Other Woman’s pistol. Pointed at her. The Other Woman said nothing now, but held her phone in the air with her free hand, the light from the screen providing a beacon to allow the mysterious other person to find them in the gloom.
Still lying on the cold ground, she heard footsteps behind her, and she twisted her head to see who this other person was. With a sudden feeling of vertigo, she felt the world slip away from her as she saw the familiar shape of her own husband approaching. He stopped alongside her, still dressed from work, and then crouched by her. Frozen with terror, she could do nothing as he delivered a swinging smack with the flat of his hand to her cheek. Her face exploded with pain, the white hot sting seemed to scream inside her mind.
He reached down and pulled the belt of her coat open, exposing her naked body underneath.
“Slut” her husband hissed at her, when he finally spoke.
He reached into the pocket of her coat and removed her phone. She could see the screen; the words ‘new picture message received’ were on the front of the screen. He pressed the buttons to open the message – the picture of her lover’s penis was there, the one he’d taken in the pool earlier, he’d sent it to her after he’d gone back inside the house, obviously. Her husband showed the picture to the Other Woman. She grimaced, tears in her eyes “Yes, that’s him alright.”
Her husband read out some of the texts from earlier – both the ones she’d sent and the ones she’d received. He shook his head, then spun and hurled the phone against a tree with such force it shattered, pieces flying everywhere.
Suddenly, with a fast movement, he stooped again, and rolled her over, so she was face down in the cold, wet, mud. He pulled her coat up, higher than her waist, and she felt his weight press down on her.
He grasped her ass cheeks hard, pulling them apart, and she suddenly realised what he was about to do. She began to squirm, to try and struggle free, when she heard her husband say “ Give me that”, and then she felt the cold metal of the end of the gun barrel press against her cheek.
“Don’t move – slut” her husband snarled.
Frozen once more with terror, she was unable to move as she felt his cock begin to push into her ass. She felt the head push in slowly, as he lined it up….then he thrust it as far in as he could, one hand roughly grasping her ass cheek, as the other continued to point the gun at her face.
The pain was almost unbearable. It felt as though she had been punched in the stomach from within, a feeling of nausea swept over her, she dry-urged, and it felt as though her insides had filled with ice-cold, but burning cement.
Her face rubbed in the dirt as he continued to fuck her ass heavily, one hand now grasping her shoulder, the other still pressing the gun against her face, which was side down in the dirt. Her tears began to flow, running down her muddied cheeks. The Other Woman watched and laughed loudly as he finally dumped his load inside her, withdrew, and then roughly pulled her over onto her back again. She could feel the warm cum inside her, a physical violation, adding to her humiliation. Her husband handed the pistol back to the Other Woman. “You know what to do with that” he said “Do what we said we would.”
“Of course.” said the Other Woman “Can’t wait.”
The gun was pointed straight at her as she lay there defencelessly, fascinated by the horror of it all. The Other Woman clicked a button on the side of the gun, the safety catch no doubt, and she squeezed the trigger slightly, so the hammer moved back, poised to spring forward and release the bullet in the chamber. The fear was too much for her now, and she felt the sudden rush of hot liquid between her legs, as a steaming jet of urine shot out. Despite her fear, she also managed to feel embarrassed at her loss of self-control.
“HA HA HA HA the bitch is pissing herself!” the Other Woman gloated.
She closed her eyes as the Other Woman squeezed the trigger all the way.
She heard the shot ring out – in the still of the night it was the loudest thing she’d ever heard, the noise of the deafening report blasted through her head. She tensed, her body now rigid with abject terror. There was silence, apart from the muffled echoes of the shot ringing through the wood. She tentatively opened her eyes.
Both the Other Woman and her husband began to laugh, their mocking laughter ringing out every bit as deafeningly loud as the gunshot had been, it seemed.
“It was a blank, you bitch!” the Other Woman guffawed at her.
“Would have served you right if it had been for real though.” Her husband added. He squatted beside her, and removed the keys from her coat pocket. “If you’re anywhere near MY house when I get back, it might be!” he threatened. “Just fuck off. I don’t care where, just as long as it’s a long way from here.” He turned to the Other Woman “Shall we?” he asked her.
“Yes, let’s go sort that other fucker out” she laughed “I reckon he’ll not only piss, I reckon that bastard will shit himself too, when you point the gun at him!”
They both laughed, and made off into the woods, back down the hill towards the other house.
She picked herself up off the ground, weeping. There was blood congealing around her nose, wisps of steam still rose from her legs, and the tears from her eyes only served to streak the mud stuck to her face.
The pain inside her ached, worse than any period pain she’d ever experienced, her sore behind making it even more difficult to walk.
Her hair clung to her head, still damp, knotted and now muddied too. The soles of her feet still hurt, and she struggled to stand on her twisted ankle.
Sadly she made her way toward the road, too scared to head to the house that had been her home for the past seven years. She knew her husband had a gun of his own, and his wasn’t loaded with blanks.
It took her an age, it seemed, to limp to the road, then she turned and began to struggle down the hill towards the town….
She limped down the road, the feel of the cold wet tarmac beneath her sore feet only serving to remind her of her predicament. No phone, no money, no cards, no ID, not even any clothes apart from the long coat she wore. She shivered as she wondered what she was going to do. Find a payphone somewhere? She could call her best friend, Julia, and reverse the charges.
Ju was her best friend; she would come out and pick her up in her car. She wondered what she would tell her though. Julia disapproved of her affairs; Julia had always told her that she ought to remain faithful as she’d married a smashing man, with a good job. She’d always nodded sagely and agreed with Ju, then ignored her advice completely, immediately afterwards. The two women had been good friends since college and had been chief bridesmaid at each others weddings. She was even godmother to Julia’s daughter, Jamie.
She wondered if Ju had ever realised what went on while she, Julia, had been in hospital for a week after giving birth to Jamie. She’d gone round to look after the dogs, and also to make sure that Ju’s husband Jimmy had a hot meal inside him. Jimmy was one of those alpha-males, handsome, very macho and supremely capable around the house with DIY and suchlike, but unable to be trusted to even boil an egg in the kitchen.
She’d looked after Jimmy alright.
The first night after Jamie had been born she’d gone round to the house and was waiting, with a hot meal cooked, for Jimmy to get back from the hospital.
He’d stopped off at a bar on the way home ‘To wet the baby’s head’ he’d said.
They’d shared a bottle of wine as they ate, and then she’d poured up a whiskey for them both. They’d sat on the sofa drinking and, as Jimmy had chatted merrily away, she’d slipped her hand down his chest and had rubbed his crotch as she sat next to him. He’d stopped speaking, and offered her no resistance as she’d unzipped him and given him a blow-job there and then.
It was only after he’d shot his load into her mouth that he told her that Julia wasn’t a fan of oral sex. She very rarely performed it on Jimmy, and had never allowed him to cum in her mouth.
She’d enjoyed the feeling of one-upmanship that this gave her over her friend, and for the next week, she’d spent every night in the bed of her best friend, with the husband of her best friend.
She and Jimmy had agreed that once Julia came out of hospital, it would be over and neither of them would mention it again, and they hadn’t – apart from the New Year’s Eve party two years ago, when she’d been coming out of the toilet to find Jimmy queuing there. She’d pulled him back into the toilet with her, and they’d had hasty, rapid, hard, rough sex there and then, standing up in the small WC. She’d dressed as a gangster’s moll for the fancy dress party, and he’d simply pushed up her short little black dress and pulled her panties to one side and stuck his throbbing cock into her, and fucked her for all he was worth.
She’d pulled away from him as he’d begun to grunt his orgasm, and had swiftly knelt, ramming her lips over his cock in time to catch the semen as it pumped forth, swallowing it greedily down.
Both Julia and her own husband had looked at them a bit suspiciously as they’d rejoined the party, but nothing had ever been said.
She felt a little guilty now – but only because Julia was the only person she could turn to. She had few female friends; too many of them were suspicious of her and her reputation. Her own husband had always previously ignored the rumour-mongers, perhaps because he wanted not to believe them.
Obviously, that had changed tonight.
She continued to limp down the road, and saw the headlights of a vehicle heading up the road. She stepped off the road, as far into the bushes at the side as she could, hoping that the driver wouldn’t see her, or at least the state she was in. She wiped the now-drying blood from around her nose onto her sleeve, and pushed her coat towards her ass, to wipe the semen that was now dribbling from her anus, onto the lining. She licked her palm, and tried to rub the mud off her face.
As the vehicle approached she saw it was a large truck, chugging slowly up the hill. As it passed her she realised that the driver had plenty of time to see her, and she’d lowered her eyes in shame as she stood by the roadside for several seconds as the truck slowly passed by.
She’d previously had fun with the truckers on this road. There was a transport depot on the industrial estate on the far side of the hill, so a lot of trucks passed up and down during the course of the day and night.
During the summer she used to jog each afternoon, sometimes wearing jogging pants, sometimes (when the weather was at its warmest) wearing shorts, but with either she used to wear just a little vest, and sometimes no bra underneath.
She used to Vaseline her nipples to avoid them getting sore, and this made the material stick to them, making them very visible. She was big up top anyway, and the combination of shorts and vest showed off her 34DD-26-36 figure perfectly. She enjoyed the frequent wolf-whistles and shouted comments from the drivers as they passed. Sometimes she’d reward them by pulling her vest up at the front, and flashing her boobs at the trucks as they drove past, hoping that the drivers could see her in their mirrors.
It normally took her about 20 minutes to run down to the bottom of the hill, and about 25 to jog back up. She knew it was going to take a lot longer than 20 minutes tonight, with bare, sore, feet, limping from her twisted ankle, and still aching from the cock that had been forcefully jammed into her ass. The night seemed to grow colder, too – the mist had thickened like a chilled, damp blanket. She wasn’t even sure if she could make it that far, the mile into town could have been twenty, or thirty, the way she was walking now.
Then, a truck approached from behind her. As it drew alongside her, it slowed, and stopped just a few yards in front of her. She heard the window wind down and a voice shout “Hey, Lady – you need a ride into town?”
The truck looked the same as the one that had gone up the hill a few minutes earlier, obviously from the same company, or was it the same one? She didn’t know and didn’t care.
She struggled, but gladly pulled herself up into the cab, wincing from the pain in her rear.
Thoughts raced through her mind. She wondered what cover story she could tell the driver to explain why she was wandering barefoot down the hill this late in the evening, she hoped that all the blood was off her nose, she hoped she could stop her coat falling open to expose her nakedness underneath, she hoped that the driver wouldn’t smell the urine and semen that had run down her legs, and she hoped that he wouldn’t insist on driving her straight to the police station. She didn’t know if her husband’s colleagues there knew what had happened, but he must have told them something in order to finish work early.
She knew she didn’t want to find out if they knew. For all she knew she could end up in a cell on some trumped-up charge.
She hastily pretended to be confused, and affected a stammer as she spoke. Inwardly proud, even in this horrid situation, of her ability to manipulate and dupe men, she told the driver that she didn’t really know who she was.
She said that she’d come to, lying in the woods – she must’ve fallen and hit her head and had amnesia – she couldn’t remember who she was, and could he drive her to the hospital, please?
Relived, she settled back into the passenger seat. There wouldn’t be any problem about the driver smelling her at least, his body odour seemed to fill the cab, the stale sweat made her wrinkle her nose. She thought about opening the window again, but decided not to risk offending the man who would be her saviour by getting her to the hospital, and there’d be a payphone there.
She glanced sideways at the driver. He was in his fifties, unshaven, and his greasy hair was unkempt. He wore a dirty, stained vest underneath a bright yellow Hi-Visibility waistcoat, and his beer-gut was visible over the top of a pair of filthy work-trousers.
As they reached the outskirts of town she saw the familiar outline of the local school. This was her usual turn-around point when she went out for a run, she’d jog around the perimeter of the school grounds, then head back up the hill. She’d always tried to time it so she’d be seen by the older boys when they were out on the playing fields at the rear of the school – she used to enjoy knowing that she was causing a few erections amongst the boys, and possibly she might have been the subject of a few wet dreams, too.
If any of them were close enough, she used to wink at the Games Masters as well, knowing that some of the teachers fancied her also.
Suddenly, and without warning, the truck swung off the main road, and down the side road alongside the school.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, nervously.
The driver said nothing, but gunned the engine, and drove the truck around to the side of the playing fields, well away from the road. There were no streetlights here, and in the mist only a faint glow marked where the main road was. The only light in the cab of the truck was from the dashboard.
Suddenly he jammed on the brakes. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and so she shot forward off the seat, bumping heavily on the dash. She felt a dread overcome her, and screamed “GET AWAY FROM ME!” as she fumbled at the door to try to get it open.
“Shut it, bitch!” snarled the driver as he banged his fist into the back of her head. For the second time that night her head swum and she saw stars. He shoved her back into her seat, and pulled her coat open.
“Heh-heh-heh, I thought so! No fuckin’ undies!” he grunted. “Did you think I didn’t recognise you as I drove up the hill?” she froze in terror, her insides once again knotted as she listened to the man snarl his words at her.
“Fucking little slut … all the drivers used to talk about you in the canteen, you prick-teasing little blonde whore. We’ve all seen your tits from a distance, now I can see ‘em up close. And that little cunt of yours too!”
He reached over, and roughly grabbed hold of her breast with one hand, squeezing it hard enough to make her cry out.
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, and slapped her face with his free hand.
The blow caught her across the same cheek that her husband had slapped less than an hour ago, re-doubling the stinging sensation, and bringing tears to her eyes yet again. He grasped her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks between his thumb and fingers, forcing her jaw open and leaving her unable to speak.
He shifted himself across the seats so that he was now on top of her. She tried to shake her head, to beg and plead with the man, but his grip around her face was vice-like, the rough skin of his fingers irritating the smooth skin of her face, and she could neither speak nor move her head. She held up her hands in front of her, to try to push him away, and squirmed and struggled, trying to bring up her knee towards the man’s groin. Still grasping her face, with his other hand he punched her hard in the stomach twice, knocking all the fight out of her.
She realised that no matter what she did, he was going to have his way with her, and the more she fought back the more he would hurt her. She closed her eyes and tried to disassociate herself from her body, to detach herself from the awful thing that was about to take place, as though it was all somewhat unreal, happening to someone else.
She could smell his bad breath on her face now though; the stink brought her sharply back to reality. The bristles on his chin chafed her lips as he brushed his face against hers, and tried to kiss her on the lips. She could feel his saliva drooling and dribbling onto her face, and it turned her guts.
Once again she tried to pretend that this was happening to someone else, as the man pulled down the front of his trousers, exposing his erect penis.
He moved all his weight onto her, pushing his legs between hers, forcing her thighs apart, and tried to enter her. She was rigid with fear, and he seemed unable to penetrate her. “Let me in there, cunt!” he hissed, and both his hands grasped her round the throat, squeezing her in a stranglehold.
Now truly fearful for her life, she tried in vain to relax her abdomen.
She attempted to gasp out the words ‘No, please no’ but they only came out as muffled, guttural sounds. The only thing she could do if she wanted to live, she realised, was to get him inside her herself. She grasped his throbbing cock with one hand, and grabbed at his hip with the other. She pulled his hips up to hers, and steered the cock to the opening of her vagina, pushing the head of it between the lips. Suddenly he let go of her throat, and his hands dropped to her shoulders, holding her steady as he forced his cock into her. The pain was intense as he penetrated her, her dry pussy sending pain signals flashing in her head.
He fucked her roughly for a minute or so, then suddenly pulled out of her. His hand went to the top of her head, and forced it down towards the twitching penis. Powerless to resist, she pursed her lips as he forced himself into her mouth. The taste of him was vile; his unwashed cock filled her senses with a sickening taste and smell, like a mixture of rancid yogurt and parmesan. The last of the cum from her lover’s load from the pool earlier still lingered too, now presented into her mouth by the penis of this stranger. He grasped her hair now, and forced her head roughly up and down as he pushed his hips forward and back, fucking her face until his cum began to spurt into her mouth. He rammed her head down hard, the end of his cock pressing towards the back of her mouth, and she began to choke as the hot semen pumped down her throat. Too afraid to do anything else, she swallowed hard, gulping the cum down.
As he pulled out of her mouth, the knot of fear in her stomach began to expand and contract, and she began to retch and urge. She could not only feel, but even hear, her stomach liquids begin to gurgle. She instinctively put her hand over her mouth, fearing that she would be sick.
The driver noticed, and suddenly, with panic in his voice, shouted “OH NO YOU FUCKING DON’T, not in my cab you bitch!” he lunged across her, and opened the door with one hand, and shoved her roughly through it. Unable to stop herself, she fell heavily onto the ground by the side of the truck. The driver started the engine, and she crawled onto the verge, clear of the wheels, just in time as he drove off. She raised herself up onto all fours and her body convulsed as she finally vomited, again and again and again.
She slumped back onto the ground, next to the pool of sick that she had just created, curled up into the foetal position and began to cry again. Her nose was assaulted by a myriad of scents – the damp grass on which she was lying, the vomit next to her, the sweat of the man who had just violated her, her own fearful sweat, the taste of the cum in her mouth, the urine, the cum dribbling out of her, it all threatened to overcome her completely. Once again, she struggled to remain conscious. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she wept, becoming more and more hysterical. She sobbed and sobbed in the cold darkness, until finally she was aware of a vehicle approaching. She looked up, her vision blurred with tears, to see the flashing lights of a police car drawing towards her……….
Yet again, fear gripped her. She tried to get up onto her feet, a feeling inside her told her to run but she found she couldn’t even stand properly. She only made it up onto all fours again, when the car pulled up alongside her.
The Policeman climbed out, and grabbed her by the coat, dragging her to her feet. He pushed her up against the car, and said, in a mocking tone, “Well, well, what do we have here? You look in a pretty bad way, lady. Have you been drinking?” she shook her head and tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat.
He spoke again, in the same mocking tone “Or is it something else? What do we have here, then?” he reached into her coat pocket, and then held up a small plastic bag. “Oh-ho!” he exclaimed. “Dope, huh?”
She shook her head again, and managed to stammer “N-no…that’s not…”
He interrupted her “Shut it! You know where you’re going.” He spun her around, forcing her against the side of the car and grabbed her wrists, then handcuffed her hands behind her back.
He ran his hands over her body, ostensibly to check for weapons, but simply used it as an excuse to feel her body over, grabbing big handfuls of her breasts and her behind. He bent slightly, and began to run his hand up between her legs, stroking the inside of her thighs, but suddenly stopped and hastily pulled his hand away “Yeee-uck!” he exclaimed, wiping the sticky mess on his hand onto her coat “Dirty bitch! Get in the fucking car.” He pushed her into the car, and she was sprawled across the back seat. He jumped into the driver’s seat, fired up the engine and drove off. With a feeling of increasing dread, she knew he was taking her to the Police Station.
When they arrived, she was manhandled out of the car, through the doors and past the reception desk. The Duty Sergeant said nothing, but shook his head and tut-tutted as she was marched past his desk, straight into a cell. Still cuffed, the door slammed behind her, and she was left there, alone. Time dragged slowly by, the silence broken only once by muffled noises – someone was being put in the cell next to her. She couldn’t see or hear exactly who or what but for some reason the thought that there was someone else there was strangely reassuring – she felt less alone, isolated. The thought occurred to her that it was less likely that anything bad could happen to her if there was someone next door.
She waited nervously to find out what was going to happen next. How long she couldn’t tell, but it seemed an eternity before the Sergeant returned, accompanied by a different officer, and unlocked the cell door.
She knew them all, of course, seven years as a policeman’s wife had meant that she’d been to all the barbeques, all the Christmas parties, all the weddings, all the christenings. She’d chatted to them all, to their wives, their relations. She’d bounced their kids on her knee; she’d been part of the little station ‘family’. The Sergeant was carrying a clipboard, and a hands free phone. “I suppose you’d better be allowed one phone call” he said as the other officer undid the cuffs “What number do you want?”
Her head swam as she struggled to remember Julia’s number. Falteringly she managed to stammer out the number. The Sergeant laughed grimly as he looked at his clipboard “Yes, he said that would be the number you’d want” he punched the number into the phone, and handed it to her.
As the ringing tone beeped in her ear she prayed that Julia would pick it up.
There was a click as the phone was answered, and her heart leapt with joy as Jimmy’s voice said “Hello?”
She spoke rapidly, the words jabbering forth, “Jimmy, Jimmy ohmygod is Julia there? I HAVE to speak to her right away I’ve been arrested I’m at the station you have to get her to come down bail me out please Jimmy I’m so scared”
Jimmy’s voice was filled with confusion as he replied “What? That’s crazy! Babe – Julia’s not here, she got a call about twenty minutes ago and went out. Weird, she just grabbed her coat and went out without a word and she’s not answering her phone. Jamie’s in bed so I can’t come down. I’ll try her again, hon, and get her to come down. You hang in there kiddo” as he hung up she despaired, her heart pounded in her chest.
Downfallen, she handed the phone back to the sergeant, as the second policeman replaced the cuffs. Both officers left, the clanging of the door reverberating in her ears as she slumped onto the narrow, hard, bed that was across the back of the otherwise bare cell and shivered, feeling cold now in the unheated stone-walled room. Her body ached from the blows and assaults it had suffered during the course of the events that had just happened.
More time passed but how long she had no idea – ten minutes? Twenty? It seemed an age, until she heard the cell door unlock.
Her heart skipped several beats as she saw her husband walk into the cell, holding a small set of keys. He was still in his uniform from earlier, and as she looked him up and down she saw the traces of mud on his shoes from his walk in the woods. His face showed no expression, no emotion at all. Without saying a word he pulled her to her feet, turned her around and began to unlock the cuffs. A wave of relief swept over her, she suddenly thought that perhaps he thought he’d punished her enough, and now he’d come to release her, to take her home.
She wanted to be with him, to be comforted in her own home, in her own bed. She began to speak, she’d talk him round she knew, she always did, he always believed her “Darling, oh darling, I’m so, so, so very sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I’ll do anything, anything you want. I’ll never do it again, it was all such a mistake, and I’ll never look at another man again” she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the next bit. At their wedding breakfast she’d been called on to make a speech and, unprepared for it, she’d just risen to her feet, turned to him, looked him directly in the eyes and said “I…Love You, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He’d had tears of joy in his eyes then, and she hoped he’d melt in the same way this time. She spoke the words, and repeated them twice more.
She looked back over her shoulder, but his face still betrayed no emotion. She wanted him to sweep her up in his arms, carry her home and make love to her. He’d unlocked one wrist, but instead of unlocking the other he roughly pulled the coat back over her shoulders and down her arms, then he threw it into the corner of the room. He swiftly snapped the cuff back onto her free wrist, so she was now naked, her hands cuffed behind her back once more. Her hopes dashed, she sank into deeper despair. He grabbed her arm, and roughly pulled her out of the cell and along the corridor towards the officers’ changing rooms.
She’d been in there once before, a couple of years ago; there’d been a barbeque on the lawn at the back of the station as a fund raiser for a local charity, all the officers and their families had been there. She’d gotten herself all turned on somehow by throwing wet sponges at the husband of one of the female officers, who was a teacher at the local school, and had been placed in the stocks as a target.
Dressed in just a vest and short shorts she’d been flirting with him whilst he’d been helpless and they’d both giggled as she’d thrown the sponges at him, making more and more obvious puns, telling him that he wasn’t the only one who was wet. After he’d been released from the stocks he’d come inside to dry off and change, she’d followed him in and she’d gotten what she wanted, with a quick standing-up job. She’d just ripped her shorts down and stepped out of them, and he’d fucked her up against the wall by the showers. The memory held no fondness for her now, as her husband pushed her through the half-open door into the room beyond.
Her jaw dropped with surprise as she realised that there were already several people in the room she had just been pushed into. As her eyes stretched wide in horror her brain took in the identities of the six other people who were grim-facedly staring at her and her nakedness.
The Sergeant and the other officer who’d accompanied him in the cell earlier.
The officer who’d arrested her and planted the drugs on her.
The wife of her next door neighbour, still carrying the gun which had been pointed at her head earlier that evening when her own husband had forced himself into her backside, except it was now tucked into the belt of her trousers.
A uniformed female police officer (with a sickening realisation she recognised her as Angie, the wife of the schoolteacher she’d had at the barbeque party), and her best friend, Julia.
Julia! My god what was she doing here?
Then the awful realisation dawned on her, that all her carefully spun webs of deceit had gone, her lies now as exposed as her own naked body. She knew then that her husband must’ve cracked the password to the personal diary she kept on her computer of her exploits. She struggled for air as she began to panic, her mouth bone-dry, the fear making a hard knot inside her stomach.
Her husband still stood behind her, and he pushed her forward, into the communal shower area. The others filed in behind them, and fanned out behind her husband, who shoved her from behind. She stumbled a few steps forward, unable to balance properly with her hands behind her back, and lightly bumped against the back wall of the shower area. Shaking with fear she turned around so that her shoulder blades were resting against the cold tiles at the back, and she stared, wide-eyed with terror at the group of people facing her.
Still no-one spoke, until the arresting officer passed something to her husband and said “There you go, Chief! I’ll go get the tap on.” With horror she realised it was the fire hose, which he must’ve unravelled from its coil out in the hallway. She watched, transfixed with fear, as the officer went back out into the corridor and then she saw the flat hosepipe suddenly jerk and widen, and first one squirt, then a steady stream of water shot forth from it. She cowered back against the wall, as her husband began to speak, raising his voice to be heard over the splashing of the water “Well, Rambo, looks like we gotta clean this one up, don’t forget to get her behind the ears!” she knew he was acting out a scene from that awful Stallone movie he liked to watch, and she knew what was coming next.
He turned the hose on her, the cold water shocking her body, and the force of the jet sharply reminding her of all the bumps and bruises she had from the various knocks and blows she’d already suffered tonight. She pushed herself back against the wall, and tried to move to one side to get away from the icy stream of water battering her. The force of the jet unbalanced her, and she lost her footing on the wet surface beneath her. Her feet scrambled momentarily, then she fell to the floor, the water still hammering across her body. She hit the floor hard, unable to put out her hands to save herself, and the wind was knocked out of her. She curled up into a ball against the wall, as her husband began to laugh loudly, still spraying the hose over her. The icy water boomed in her ears and she struggled to catch her breath until, eventually, she heard her husband shout “Ok, turn it off now!” and the water finally stopped. She slumped across the floor, lying on her side, looking up at the circle of people standing around her. She heard her husband’s voice again – “Ok then, she’s all yours.” With horror, she saw the three other women in the room step towards her.
“How could you?” Julia shouted at her, with tears in her eyes “And to keep a diary of it on your computer? You cow, you stupid cow!” Julia reached down and grabbed a handful of her wet hair, pulling it hard. The sudden pain made her squeal, and she felt her head lash from side to side as Julia shook her by the hair. She let out a cry of pain as a handful of hair came away in Julia’s hand, then she felt her legs being pulled apart. Through the tears that now streamed from her eyes, she looked down and saw the Other Woman, her neighbour, kneeling between her thighs. Fearful of what was about to happen, she squirmed and tried to kick the woman away.
The female police officer grabbed one of her legs, and then Julia grabbed the other, pulling them wide apart. The Other Woman knelt between her thighs again, and grabbed her pussy lips roughly with both hands, pulled them apart, then released her grip, and spoke to the others ”Help me with this, will you?” Julia tucked one arm around her thigh, keeping it pulled to one side, and pulled harshly at one side of her pussy.
She was helpless, unable to move as the female officer did the same thing on the other side of her. The Other Woman roughly pushed a finger sharply into her vagina, withdrew it then shoved four fingers into her. “You deserve this, you bitch!” she hissed as she pulled the hand back and wrapped her fingers into a fist.
She looked down at the ghastly sight of the woman place a hand flat on her stomach, and moving her other hand, fist clenched, towards the exposed opening. As the fist entered her she let out a scream at the top of her voice, the unbearable pain was greater than anything she’d ever experienced. Her eyes bulged in shock as she saw the Woman’s hand disappear up past the wrist. All the horrors of what had already happened that terrible night were eclipsed by the dreadful violation of her most intimate place that was now occurring.
She screamed again, her voice wailing loudly as her head thrashed from side to side. Her husband crouched behind her and gripped the sides of her head, holding her steady. “Scream all you like, bitch!” he said “These are two foot thick stone walls and the nearest other building is fifty yards away – In here, no-one can hear you scream.” She looked down and then shut her eyes tightly as the Other Woman twisted and turned her fist inside her. She could feel the knuckles as the fist banged around inside her, and then she felt the hand begin to flex, fingers out, then she wailed louder still as she felt the fingernails scratching her insides.
She screamed and screamed and pleaded for her to stop, but the Other Woman simply grinned as she continued the torment.
Not to be outdone, the female officer leant forward and, taking one breast in her mouth, began to bite down hard on the nipple. She screamed even louder now, one long continuous wail. The cold, hard, wet floor beneath her brought a sharp focus to the terrible events unfolding. There could be no self-detachment from these horrors; the dreadful fact of it all was all too real. Eventually, she felt the fist withdraw from her, and her legs were released. She slumped on the floor, rolled to one side, pulled her knees tightly up under her chest and wept. Droplets of water on her body chilled her, but she shook from more than the cold – the harrowing experience was causing her to lose control of her body, she shuddered as if having a fit, unable to stop the juddering, unable to even speak.
The respite didn’t last long.
She heard voices, followed by laughter, then felt hands grasping her again, pawing her and pulling her legs apart once more. She opened her eyes to see the three uniformed policemen crouching around her, and she knew what was about to occur. She let her body hang limp, too weak now to fight back, too broken mentally and physically to resist.
The three men each had her, the Sergeant was first, and he pushed his cock into her pussy, roughly.
The penis entered her, and tears once again flowed from her eyes as her sore insides responded to this latest invasion by sending blind agony through her brain. She laid there like a rag doll as the Sergeant rode her for a while, her body limp, her head banging from side to side loosely on the hard floor. He pulled out of her, and masturbated briefly, just a few strokes, then his load spurt out over her, splattering on her belly.
The second officer saw her tears and, laughing, said mockingly “Awww, poor thing – don’t you think her pussy’s suffered enough?” and he rolled her over onto her front, pulled her up onto her knees then grasped her hip with one hand, and guided himself into her backside with the other. Her anus was still sore from the sodomy she’d endured earlier from her husband, and she groaned, a long low moan, as she felt the man penetrate her. The officer who’d arrested her knelt in front of her then and lifted her head by the hair. She found herself staring down the barrel of a gun again, this time it was pointed directly between her eyes. As her body jerked rhythmically with the motions of the man fucking her ass, she heard the words “If you bite me, I’ll blow your fucking head off, ok?” then felt a cock force it’s way into her mouth. She grew even more scared now, the sight of the gun made her wonder if they intended to kill her here in the shower and hide her body.
Fearing for her life once more, she began to suck, to try to appease the armed man in front of her. As her body rocked to the rhythm of the man behind her, she slid her mouth up and down over the stiff member that was in it. She felt the grip on her hips tighten, and the man behind her thrust even harder into her, as he let out a loud moan, then she felt his warm cum inside her body. Without warning the man in her mouth suddenly ejaculated too, shooting his cum into the roof of her mouth, and filling her mouth with it. Desperate to please, she slurped loudly and swallowed as much of it as she could – a few drops dribbled from her lips, but she sucked most of it down and forced herself to swallow it.
She lay there for a while as, one by one, all the people who had done these terrible things to her filed out of the room. Eventually only she and her husband remained. He helped her to her feet, and guided her back towards the cell where she had been held.
As they passed the cell where the other person had been incarcerated earlier, she heard a man’s voice coming from it, desperately pleading. “Hey, please! Please! Gimme some help in here, huh? At least some clean clothes or something. Please?” the man was almost bleating as he shouted through the spy-hole in the door.
With sudden alarm, she realised it was the voice of her next-door neighbour, her hot-tub lover! Her husband shouted back at the door “Shut up in there, shitpants! We’ll bring you a clean diaper soon enough” then she was pushed back into the cell, still naked, still handcuffed and still dripping wet.
Her husband locked her in, but returned shortly after, holding a small carrier bag and a towel. He placed both on the small bed, then released her cuffs, sat himself at the end of the bed and watched her wordlessly.
She dried herself, and looked into the bag. She saw her make-up bag, her hair-brush and a few of her clothes in there. The sight of the make-up bag, something so familiar, so normal and everyday was hugely comforting amongst this horrifyingly bizarre sequence of events that were taking place. She looked questioningly at her husband, who simply nodded towards the bag, and said “Go ahead.” She flipped open her compact and was horrified to see her eyes were beginning to go black, the bruising from the blows to her nose and cheeks earlier were all too visible.
She applied eye-shadow heavily, but her hands were trembling too much to attempt mascara. She used some concealer to try to hide the bruises, and dotted a little Touche D’Eclat around in an attempt to hide the worst of the scratches and abrasions on her face. She added some lipstick, but gave up on the idea of using her lip gloss or the pencil for the same reason as the mascara.
She was glad to be able to brush her hair, although she winced as she dragged the tangles out, and wondered what her husband was thinking, and what his plans were for her. The female police officer entered through the still-open cell door carrying a glass of water, and two paracetemol for her, which she gratefully accepted and thanked her for. The officer merely scowled at her, turned and walked out. Then she looked back into the bag, and took out the clothes. Her heart jumped into her mouth as she saw her tiniest black mini-skirt, and a little white vest.
She knew this was one of her husband’s favourite outfits on her; it was dressed like this that he found her sexiest of all.
Perhaps he still wanted her, she thought to herself.
Perhaps the cruel punishment meted out to her had satisfied his hurt and jealousy. Maybe he wanted to take her home now, and have her seduce him as she’d done so many times before, sometimes wearing those very same clothes? Whenever she’d upset him, or whenever he’d had suspicions in the past, she’d always dressed up like that, and had always got around him. Her hopes climbed, maybe all wasn’t lost, and maybe this night would have a happy ending after all.
She looked, and saw with some inner satisfaction that there was no underwear – just the way he liked her- but a pair of black hold-up stockings and her best high-heeled shoes. Surely this meant that he wanted her, that her looks and charm were too much for him to resist?
She saw him watching her intently as she dressed, despite the pain from the various parts of her body she tried to hold herself as sexily as she could, posing slightly for him as she sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she pulled the stockings on, pouting just a little, standing and giving a little wiggle as she pulled the skirt up over her hips, pulling it right up, so she knew the tops of her stockings would be clearly visible under the hem.
With her back to him she bent down to do up the straps on her shoes, keeping her legs together and as straight as she could so that her skirt would ride up, giving him a full view of her pussy and ass as she did so. Her battered anus and vagina hurt like hell as she bent forward, but she was determined that she was going to give her man the time of his life when they got home.
She picked up her make-up bag, and turned to face him, a hopeful smile forced onto her face, and she batted her eyelashes at him, suddenly wishing she’d added the mascara after all.
Without a word, her husband took her gently but firmly by the arm, and walked her through the doorway, along the corridor and out into the reception area. The Desk Sergeant leered at her, licking his lips as she walked past, her heels clicking on the hard floor.
She ignored his stares and allowed her husband to walk her out through the front doors towards the car park. She felt elated, he was taking her home! Her joy was short lived though, as he steered her towards Julia’s car, which she noticed was parked in the car park out at the front of the Station. He opened the passenger door for her and motioned for her to get in. Julia was already sitting in the driver’s seat, and her husband jumped into the back, and sat in the middle. “What’s going on?” she asked nervously.
“Shut up.” Her husband said to her, harshly. He then spoke more softly to Julia “Ok, drive down to the town centre, and find a place to pull in anywhere near the cinema.”
The drive only took a few minutes, and she grew nervous as to what was planned for her. Julia found a spot, and pulled in. The cinema was on the main street between the bars and clubs clustered around one end, and the restaurants and late-night takeaways at the other. The last of the bar drunks were staggering around the street now, and their numbers would soon be swelled when the clubs closed, their patrons spilling out into the night.
Although the heater was on in Julia’s car, she was shivering as she saw a scantily-clad young woman walk up to a car that had pulled in a few spaces in front of them. She watched, spellbound, as the woman held a brief conversation with the driver of the car, then got in, and they drove off. The realisation that she was dressed almost the same way as the young woman she had just seen hit her, and she wondered fearfully why they were here.
Finally her husband spoke. “Julia, you drive me around to your place, and go in. Tell Jimmy you can smell burning in the car and he has to go out and have a look right away. I’ll bust him there and then, so there’ll be no noise and Jamie won’t know what’s happened. I’ll call the guys at the station and have them send a car over to your house to pick him up, and we’ll lock him up for the night to teach the bastard a lesson. Angie’s husband should be in the cells by the time we get there too. They may all get one of those little showers!” he laughed grimly. “And as for you….” he turned to her, his voice once again becoming harsh “You can get out here.”
“B-but…b-but” she stammered, wondering what was happening.
“Just get out!” her husband said to her “You’re not qualified to actually do a job, you haven’t worked for the last seven years, but you’re gonna have to do something to earn yourself some money, aren’t you?” he smiled but there was no humour in his voice as he spoke. “It seems there’s only one thing you’re actually experienced enough to do, so you’re gonna have to do it for money from now on…” he continued “I reckon you’ll be able to turn two or three tricks tonight, and earn enough to be able to afford a ticket on the first train out of here in the morning, and believe me you’d better be on it. If you’re still in this town by nightfall tomorrow, then you’re gonna be back in the cells, and those drug charges will see you put away for quite a while. Now get out of the car you bitch, out of my life and out of my town.”
He climbed out and opened the passenger door for her from outside, then motioned for her to step out of the car. She got out, and turned to try to plead one last time, to appeal to him to spare her this, but he simply jumped into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
Julia started the engine up and the car sped off, down the street.
She stood for a moment, clutching her make-up bag to her chest, too shocked and stunned to move or speak, lost in a world of her own.
She snapped out of it when she heard a whistle and realised that two young men were shouting at her as they approached. As they neared they leered at her, their eyes running up and down her legs and lingering on her erect nipples, the cold making them stick through the thin vest that she wore. They were both obviously drunk, and were munching greedily on takeaway food, spitting pieces of it as they made lewd comments about her, as though she was just a cheap piece of meat.
She felt ashamed of herself, debased and degraded. She shuddered as she walked away from them, heels clacking as she hurried back along the street. As she walked, their shouts and jeers ringing in her ears, she noticed a car rolling slowly down the street towards her, and saw the window wind down as it pulled into the kerb a few yards in front of her.
She reached the bottom of the well of despair. Her humiliation was complete. She knew she was out on the street, cold, hungry, penniless and with nowhere to go, no friends to turn to and no hope of salvation or comfort.
She walked over to the now stationary car, leaned on the roof, and began to talk to the driver through the open window…..

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