Copy-right, Kayce69@fsworld.co.uk
Another story by Pagan.
The Perils of Pauline.
Pauline Swift.
Taken for a ride.
She looked over the flickering candle, "Are you going to make love to me when we
get home?"
Donavon Swift looked at his lovely wife; at 32 she was 10 years his junior but
looked 20. Being a hard-nosed businessman had taken its toll; his gray hair
along with the bags under his eyes did not improve his looks.
On the other hand Pauline was beautiful, and in that dress even more so, well it
really did accentuate her figure. Her firm well shaped legs showed from the
split up to the thigh, the low-scooped neckline forced his eyes to the cleavage.
She smiled as he first couldn't help but look at the creamy round globes of her
breasts then up to her angelic face, that smile framed by her thick wavy auburn
hair.
He coughed before he said, "Yes Darling, that would be nice, as soon as I check
the e-mail regarding the Munro contract," She still smiled but the little sigh
was audible as she thought, (Here we go again, sometimes I wonder why we bother
talking, I could get more attention from him if I put my thoughts on his
computer.)
As she lay in bed she could hear him in the study, treating him with the
contempt she felt for him she snuggled her naked body in to the comfort of the
silk sheets, slowly her mind wondered back to that eventful day when she first
met Craig.
She had been shopping, shopping so much that she had armfuls of packets. She was
maneuvering herself back to her car when two youths approached her, one knocked
her to the ground as the other grabbed at as many parcels as possible.
A handsome man in his mid-twenties suddenly appeared from no-where and with
little effort, floored both youths. He helped her to her feet as they ran off,
their hands nursing their wounds, their mouths hurling enough four-lettered
abuse to last a lifetime.
She had cut her knees when she fell so he suggested that a coffee house was in
order, A to clean her blooded legs and B to have a stiff brandy with her coffee,
just to settle her nerves.
They spent two hours chatting about his life; she thought it such a nice change
to talk about an ordinary job with an uncomplicated life instead of high finance
and company mergers.
Craig helped Pauline back to her car and that was that, until two weeks later.
She was in the same area again and looking in a shop window when a tap on her
shoulder made her turn, "Coffee?" it was Craig and another two hours of
laughter, over three brandies this time, ensued.
Pauline curled in to the silk sheets, knowing Donavon was away tomorrow and
funnily enough knowing she would be shopping in that area of the city, it did
have her tinged with a little excitement.
As Donavon kissed her good-bye she was choosing a rather reveling number. Skirt,
just that little bit more than just above the knee, firm uplifting bra that
would fill out her tight square necked blouse, stockings rather than hose and a
nice pair of three inch white sling backs.
She dabbed her wrists and neck with Channel No 5, flicked her hair back and
shook it so it cascaded over her shoulders, then, giving herself a wicked wink,
she went to her car.
She walked up and down that street three times before the inevitable happened,
this time she said, "Coffee," he smiled as he nodded.
Now which one of them turned the conversation to where Craig lived is anybodies
guess but soon the words, "Well its only twenty minutes up the road, shall we
take a ride," had them both leaving for their respective cars.
Thirty minutes later saw her turning in to the short gravel drive beside a small
converted barn and parking behind the red pick-up.
Craig waited by the door, then closed it as she walked in, "As I said its not
much but its home and you did promise not to be too critical of the mess.
She smiled at him, "Lacks a woman's touch, that's all."
It was a hot day, they decided to have their drinks out the back, the high fence
shielded them from prying eyes and there they talked and laughed and let truths
come out.
It was as he went to get the third drink that she followed him back in. Standing
behind him she whispered, "You haven't shown me round yet, got something to
hide?"
He turned and stared in to the sparkling blue eyes, "No mam, no secrets, do you
want the full price tour or just the economy?"
With out smiling she said, "I want to see it all."
They stood at the doorway to his bedroom, the bed was still crumpled from last
night, she didn't look at him but still whispered, "Needs a woman's touch," then
she entered, turned, looked at him and sat on the bed, "Come here."
Craig slowly walked towards her, there eyes never left each others until he
stood in front of her, her head up, her auburn hair folding down her back as her
blue eyes danced with excitement, "I take it you like older women?" he pushed
his hips forward as he whispered, "Oh yes."
Her hands held his waist then pushed up taking his shirt with them; she took a
deep breath as his firm, hard stomach revealed itself to her gaze. Pauline lent
forward and licked the hard muscles then looked up and smiled at him, he didn't
move, he didn't have too his smile said it all.
Her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans until it flicked out the hole,
then they dropped to his zip, slowly she slid the zip down. An audible gasp came
from her mouth as she saw the thick head of his long cock poking out above the
waistband of his pants.
She pulled the front of his pants down, releasing his nine inch's. He hand
gripped it, it had been many years since her collage years and younger men
friends and now married to Donavon it had certainly been many years since she
had held a cock that size.
Craig moved back, her hand didn't let go of his meat as he bent, put his hand
under her jaw, lifted her face and kissed her full on the lips, her mouth
immediately open, greedily excepting his tongue.
The kiss was short, Pauline, her heart racing, her whole body shaking with
excitement pulled away, her hand pulled him back to her, continuing until his
rigid cock touched her lips, her lips parted, her tongue flicked out and
caressed the head making sure she tickled the tip of her tongue in to the hole,
he was excited, she could taste his sticky pre-cum.
It had been a long time since she had done this but as she heard him give a low
groan she knew they would both enjoy what was to happen, she had forgotten what
it felt like to anticipate hot rough sex and she was going to have it, the rest
of the world, including Donavon, could go to hell.
She opened her mouth and gently took the head on to her tongue, her lips closed
around the thick end; she could feel the folds of his foreskin, as her tongue
tasted the male sweaty salt.
Craig pushed his hip forward but she held him back allowing only the head in her
mouth but one set of fingers were already under his sack as the others moved to
capture his length.
Slowly she worked on him, exciting him until he again pushed, she again stopped
him, looked up and said, "No more, I don't really like it, but as its you."
Before she could say anymore he bent put his hands under her blouse and pulled
it up and over her head. Quickly he moved and lifted her back on to the bed,
dropping down beside her.
She smiled at him as his head moved toward hers, "I mustn't get my clothes
creased, you don't mind if I take them off, do you?" He watched as she wiggled
her skirt down her stocking clad legs, she looked exquisite in her sexy
lingerie.
He bent over her and kissed, long and hard before he moved down, taking her bra
straps with him until he pushed them past her elbows and the cups released her
breasts. As soon as they were free his mouth covered her nipples, then, as his
tongue tickled the hard pink bud his fingers traced down her stomach, in to the
front of her very small lace panties.
Her back arched and a moan escaped her mouth as her legs slowly opened allowing
his searching fingers to find their goal, that sweet, wet slit, now begging to
be filled.
Pushing her pants to the side he slid his fingers inside her, "Rip them off,"
came hoarsely from her throat.
His left hand curled in to the flimsy material and ripped, she squealed but not
for long, his finger instantly slid back up the now sopping hole. She dug her
heels in to the bed, her body lifted as he shoved his fingers completely inside
her, the finger tips, moving fast, exciting her already hot body.
His mouth returned to her nipple, he felt her hand grab a handful of his hair
and push his head down, his tongue flicked over the hard aroused bud until the
words, "Fuck me and I want it hard, do you hear me, I want to be fucked hard"
filled his ears.
He grinned as he rolled on top of her, as her legs parted to accommodate his
large cock he said, "Your wish is my command," then he rammed himself in to the
beckoning hole as hard as he could, she squealed again as he began to thrust in
and out of the horny, aroused woman.
He fucked her to an orgasm holding himself just long enough, then he relieved
himself up her before rolling off again and cradling her in his arms, she kissed
his nipple, "That was good, you're a big boy and I think I want you again,"
He laughed, "Oh not that big, I have two mates with thick tent poles but I
shouldn't tell you that."
Her fingers wrapped around his stirring cock, "Oh no, you will do just fine for
me, but just to make sure lets find out, again.
Craig fucked her twice more that afternoon, hard rough fucking but only what she
wanted. As she got in to her car, she smiled at him, "Coffee next week," he
smiled back, "One lump or two?"
The following week was just the same, Craig was on top, driving his rigid cock
in to the beautiful woman and she loved it.
She told him that he must wait for more adventurous sex; after all, being with
Donavon was not exactly the most interesting of lover.
Pauline and Craig met three more times, fucking each other to new heights of
rapture. Pauline couldn't wait to have him, every waking moment he was in her
thoughts. It was her forth time at the house that he said something, something
that had Pauline's mind scheming like never before.
After they had fucked for the third time that afternoon, Craig said, "I want
you, I want you forever, if only I had the money you would be mine, there is
know doubt in my mind, nothing would keep us apart.
That night in bed Pauline planned a new life, it was so simple, no-one knew of
Craig or their liaison, he could kidnap her, demand a ransom, 100,000 should be
enough to start a new life in South America besides Donavon could afford it, it
wouldn't be the first time he had been taken for a ride, so why not?
The following week she explained her plan, he had his reservations but all week
she had worked out the finer details, she was proud of herself, it was water
tight, no-one would find her and they would be away, scot free for a new life
together, finally but reluctantly he agreed.
First he had to involve his two mates, all they had to do was grab her
some-where public, make it look real, then when they were away they could take
her to a pre-arranged place, where she could hide until a rather elaborate plan
to get the money had been accomplished.
Craig would join her, they would pay the two mates a couple of thousand each and
that would be that. They had a meeting where all was agreed, Pauline was so
excited, in-fact Craig had to calm her down as she blurted out their secret
plans, anyway the day came.
They had decided to use a supermarket car park. Craig was there to fulfill his
alibi, he watched as she was grabbed, bundled in to a car. She played her part
to perfection, screaming beautifully as they drove her away, on lookers by the
score, the police interviewed all of them in fact Craig was one of them.
He sat in the interview room, Donavon was there, Craig was surprised, he wasn't
at all as Pauline had described him, a charming, caring man, his whole attitude
was wonderful, just calming and charming the worried people, Craig felt sorry
for him.
As Craig sat outside, passing time while the detectives decided whether to call
him again he got chatting to Donavon, he was amazed at how much they had in
common considering one was a millionaire and the other just a postal worker,
especially when he confided in Craig that he would pay any ransom just to make
sure his wife was safe.
Craig went home, his mind confused; he would have to talk to Pauline at the
ranch tonight.
He drove the twenty minute journey to home, picked up some things for Pauline
and drove out in to the hills, the old ranch was about an hours drive and it was
getting dark by the time he pulled up the sheltered track, he could see the
ranch, a little panic hit him as he thought it funny there was no light.
He entered; the light of his torch showed he was right to panic; no one was
there.
Pauline looked round at the sparse furniture, the wooden bed, two chairs, the
table with the portable television on it, a bag of food and some drink, not
exactly home from home.
Pauline eyes fell up on the two men who had driven her up the hill to the cabin,
she was nervous of them and couldn't wait to see Craig. They had said very
little to her, she had put it down to nerves. It was when they suggested that it
might look better if she was tied and looked helpless, that a strange sick
feeling came to her stomach.
She told them it would not be necessary but they said it would be a
precautionary measure until Craig got there, they made her believe there was too
much at stake, it would be foolish to find she was part of it, didn't she
realize it would be stupid to blow it now, reluctantly she agreed.
As they went to the bag, she thought it strange that they had already brought
rope, tape and straps but she still stood and put her arms out, "Best behind
your back," said one.
Pauline put her hands behind her and soon felt the bite of the rope around her
wrists; simultaneously rope encircled her feet forcing her ankles tight
together.
Before she had finished the word, "Ouch," a large foam ball was rammed in to her
mouth and the first of three pieces of tape slapped over her lips.
The men, accompanied by her mmmmm sounds, finished securing Pauline then stood
back to admire the helpless captive.
Their evil grins, which made Pauline shiver where nothing to what she was about
to hear.
One looked at the other, "Good looking piece of cunt, no wonder Craig enjoyed
poking it, I can see why he wanted to spend some time with her naked."
The other said, "Well I'm glad we are about too, you tie her tight?"
Still grinning his mate said, "Oh yes, should look good if and when they find
her, raw red rope marks on her wrists and ankles, testimony to how she couldn't
stop getting her cunt and ass full of cum.
Then there will be the red burn marks of her tortured well chewed tits that
forced her to swallow more cum, oh we are in for a fun filled few days."
Sounds of sheer panic mumbled from Pauline's mouth, you could tell the word
Craig a few times but her reply was only adding to her disparate position,
"Craig, did I hear you say Craig, oh no he doesn't know where we are, no, you
see when we over heard you two whisper the words a 100,000 we thought, why
should we settle for a couple of thousand when we could have it all, you and
lover boy were going to take us for a ride so we decided to take you for a
different ride.
The other one laughed, "We also intend to change the ransom pick up point but to
do that we need a little souvenir, just to increase your husbands awareness of
your situation, namely, your panties."
As one man moved behind Pauline the other took a knife from his pocket, she
stared at him as he pulled it open; quickly she looked down only to see her
skirt slowly rising up her legs.
A quiet, "Nice," came from the man with the knife as her skirt exposed her
stocking tops. He moved forward as her panties came in to view.
He put on a glove then slid his finger in to the front of the black pants;
Pauline felt the back of his gloved finger rub the hairs on her cunt as he
pulled the material forward and cut through it.
Then the sides before he pulled hard up and back. The material slipped between
her arse cheeks and cunt lips before pulling painfully through and out, she
moaned at the pain but all they did was pass them to each other, smell them,
whisper something to each other then, then getting another pair of gloves and
tweezers picked up an envelope and dropped them in.
One of them got a coat, "I'll be back in a couple of hours, need I say more,"
and, after dropping the envelope in to another plastic bag then putting it in
his jacket, he left.
The car drove quickly across the side of the hill before disappearing out of
sight; the one remaining man sat smiling at her, "Have we left you feeling a
draught?"
She moaned pitifully at him but he never moved just continued, "Come on be
honest with me, I reckon you can feel a draught, they say the best way to stop a
draught is to bung up the hole, reckon their right, don't you?"
Unable to speak or move she looked at the evil smirk as it grew across his face.
To escape his perverted leer she looked down, as she did her eyes caught sight
of a huge bulge in his trousers and the words thick tent pole screamed in to her
mind.
He put his hand between his legs grabbed the chair seat and dragged himself up
to her. He sat inch's from her, looking up he could see the frightened helpless
women looking back down at him, from where he sat her magnificent tits masked a
lot of her pretty face.
He could still see her eyes wet with tears as she stood, unable to move from
between his legs. He slid his hands just below her knees and felt the stocking
clad firm calves.
He never stopped looking at her, his eyes glistened with lust as he said, "I can
see your eyes are wet," his hands slowly started to travel up the back of her
knees, slipping under her skirt, "Anything else?"
He felt her whole body shake as his fingers touched the flesh above the
stockings, he looked up to her pitiful face, her head was shaking and small
mmmmm sounds came from behind the silver tape.
"You should be enjoying the tender why I'm having some fun, I don't think you
will be enjoying things later when my friend gets back. You, strung up to that
beam or tied over that table and we will be taking pictures of the hell your
going through, naked and helpless, all so rich boy can part with the cash to
save you just that little bit quicker."
Craig was frantic with worry, no reports from the media but he did know where
Donovan had his office, he stared at the phone, one call; just one anonymous
call.
His heart almost stopped when he heard Donovan's voice, the urgency, the panic,
Craig had all on to hold the phone as he blurted out, "Its about Pauline, I need
to tell you something, I don't want any harm to come to her, I want to meet you,
alone, I have no control on what may happen to her so don't involve the police,
if it will make you see sense," he took a deep breath, "I'm her lover."
Donavon didn't act the way Craig expected, not even a brief silence he just
agreed to a place and time.
Three hours later, Craig watched Donavon arrive in the small clearing, he had a
good view around and he knew that Donavon was alone, all he hoped was he wasn't
bugged, and they could sort this mess out between them.
As Craig approached Donavon got out the car, Craig motioned him to unbutton his
shirt and show his pockets. After about five minutes of checking Craig spoke,
"Shall we take a walk?"
Donavon followed in the direction of Craig's nod as the story unfolded.
Pauline, the hem of her skirt tucked in to its own waistband pitifully moaned,
the man between her legs tickling her cunt with his tongued moaned as well but
his was with pleasure as his hand pulled her arse cheeks open so a finger could
find the pink puckered hole, he pulled back and looked up, "You enjoying it too?
Don't go away I won't be long."
He rose and went to the T V switched it on, "Just want to see if your on the
news."
Five minutes later he was back between her legs, "Not even a mention, your old
man seems to have taken our warning seriously, your pants should convince him we
mean what we say, now were was I?"
As his hands circled her firm round arse his head went back to her cunt and the
mmmmm sounds filled the room again.
Donavon listened intently to the story of his wife's adultery, much to Craig's
amazement he was even kind and understanding and when Craig broke down and cried
after he had explained how it had all gone wrong, Donavon comforted him, holding
him to his shoulder.
While he held Craig he told him he had not involved the police, he had decided
against it after the first threatening demand and he was waiting for another.
They had warned him he wouldn't like what was in the parcel so he had better
start getting the money ready as other letters would follow, they had finished
by saying, until they were good and ready to let her go so if I knew what was
best for her, keep the police out of it.
Craig found comfort in the way Donavon was conducting himself, he was a solid
man the type Craig could look up to, a very caring man, in-fact he couldn't
understand why Pauline would want to hurt or deceive him.
The man grinned up at Pauline, his fingers now playing with the folds of her
cunt lips, "I hear a wagon coming this way, he's back, so now the fun can
begin," he ran his finger under his nose, "And what fun we are going to have
with you."
The man entered the room; Pauline's tormentor had left her standing, facing the
door; her skirt still pushed in to the waistband, her cunt on full display. He
clapped his hands together, just once but deafeningly as he threw his head back,
"That's how I like my women to greet me when I get home."
He walked over to Pauline his arm encircled her as he buried his face in to her
neck, "God you smell good, just think, your old man gets your pants and we get
what goes in them."
She shook her head, little squealing noises from behind the tape as he mockingly
pushed his tongue out at her and wiggled it, the other one came up to them,
"Ain't life great, we get to fuck any bit of her we like and then we get paid."
Both of them stood back and pulled their shirts off, then, bare chested they
picked Pauline up and carried her to the bed. They didn't throw her on, they
just sat her down she looked at them confused, her jaw was grabbed, "We'll untie
your legs and flatten you on the bed for a good fucking later but you can't suck
cock laying down, well, not what we got."
Pauline sat mesmerized by them and fear. She watched as they both unzipped their
jeans, first one then the other let the material drop to the floor. Both of them
pushed the front of their pants down, a loud groan came from behind the sealed
mouth as Pauline's eyes widened to take in the size of the two huge, fat, long
cocks now waving inch's from her face.
The bigger of the two men pinched at the tape over Pauline's mouth, "I'm gona
rip this off and you can spit out the ball, then your gona suck these cocks real
slow and with feeling and spiting the ball out is the only spiting out your gona
be doin."
He started to peel the tape off, "Now you just think about this, your miles from
anywhere and your tied real tight and will stay that way even when you're naked.
There will come a time when you'll be strung up, right way up or wrong way,
you'll be over that table with that pretty ass up and we can whip you raw, and
that includes cunt, tits, whatever, so the nicer you fuck the more we'll fuck
you, understand."
Pauline was on the edge of hysteria as she waited for another piece of tape to
be pulled off before she nodded, "Good, now lets get this straight, you are ours
till your old man delivers and believe me we get bored easily, so you know what
this pretty little mouth of yours has got to do."
As the last piece of tape peeled from her face Pauline spat the ball out,
coughed, moistened her lips then, reluctantly she opened her mouth.
She went to tickle the end, just like she had with Craig but he had other ideas.
Grabbing her hair with both hands he rammed his oversized cock straight to the
back of her throat, Pauline gagged and reached as he held her tight to him, "Get
it down that throat, come on you stupid bitch, I want it all in."
Pauline's thoughts of biting the monster stuck in her mouth were immediately
removed as the second grabbed more hair and dragged her further forward saying,
"Go on bitch, bite it, I'd love to see him real mad, your ass wouldn't be worth
a light but it would be red," then he finished by saying, "If there was any
flesh left."
Her mouth wide open only just accommodated the huge cock, chocking and gagging
she tried hard to fit it in to her throat. She could feel it edging down,
cutting off her airways, panicking that he wouldn't stop until she heard, "Just
a bit more then you can talk a shot, one of many for her old man to ponder
over."
As if concentrating on staying alive with the huge thing now well embedded in to
her throat was not enough for Pauline she was forced to look sideways at the
camera, the flash blinded her but worst of all it was the signal for him to
really start fucking her face and all Pauline could do was sit there as he
pulled it out then shoved it hard back down her throat, all to the laughter of
the other one, who, she knew would be using her mouth next.
Pauline was revolted by the cock in her mouth, what she was being forced to do
to these total strangers, just when she thought it couldn't get worse the taste
of his pre-cum coated her throat and she knew the slick salty muck was only
going to get worse and in the pit of her stomach she knew she was going to have
to swallow all his filth.
She tried to prepare herself as his grunts got louder and the thrust now total
closed her throat, she took a quick breath through her nose when suddenly the
veins in the monster cock filled, the enraged head grew as he spude hot sticky
juice in to her throat.
Pauline's stomach muscles worked hard to except the juice, she chocked, it even
filled her nose, she tried hard not to be sick, that was helped by the fact he
didn't take his cock out all the way out, threatening her that if she didn't
hold the head with her lips while he seeded her she'd be sorry.
Finally he pulled it out but immediately grabbed her hair and pulled it back,
drops of his cum dribbled from her lips and nose; he forced her mouth open,
bubbles of his white sticky muck stuck around her tongue. He pointed her head at
the camera and another shot of her defenseless abuse was captured.
Pauline's mouth was full of the foul taste but she didn't have time to think,
the second cock was now slapping at the side of her face, "Come on bitch, my
turn to feel the inside of that cute mouth, plenty of tongue and a lot of deep
throat sucking, come on babe, I feel lucky, make my day."
Once again the exhausted Pauline was sucking cock, not as thick but just as long
and just as viscous, driving in to her sore throat, her hair being dragged
forward and back. She was trying to bend forward and hold her head back making
it easier to fit the thrusting length down her throat.
A squeal came from around the cock as her eyes caught sight of the first rapist
reaching in to a bag and pulling out two whips, thick leather bound handles,
each handle had many thin lengths of leather hanging from them.
He heard her squeal, he turned, still grinning at her he said, "Got to make it
look real," as she felt the first drops of juice in her throat she heard, "With
legs like you got, I bet you dance real nice."
At that moment his cum gushed in to her throat, gagging she again let it slid in
to her stomach, her head being forced back and forth as the last drops squeezed
in to her.
She was roughly shoved back on the bed. Laying there, little sobs spat out
sticky cum from her lips, each cough brought pain to her sore throat, her face
bruised and battered from the fucking her mouth had just suffered.
The first rapist walked over to the bed, in his hand hung one of the whips, his
free hand gripped her skirt, "Thin and expensive, I wonder if these designer
clothes can stand up to a little beating?"
To roars of laughter the two men grabbed at Pauline, she was turned, her hands
untied then retied in-front before she found herself being dragged, her legs
still bound, her expensive shoes scuffing the wooden floor until the three
reached the center of the room, they were under a huge ceiling hook.
Pleading, begging and crying had no effect on them, in-fact they enjoyed the
pitiful cries of their helpless captive as they threw a rope over the hook.
Pauline struggled but all in vain, they were far to strong as they tied the end
around her wrist rope and hauled her up, stretching her to her full height.
Her head peered from between her raised arms, one man grabbed her hair, "Now
what do I do? Do I gag you and enjoy the little muffled noise's from your cock
fucked mouth, or do I let you scream yourself horse, maybe that," he shook her,
"I can always gag that well fucked mouth of yours if you get on our nerves, lets
see."
Standing ether side of Pauline the men began to maul her, feeling her, even
through her clothes they hurt, pinching at her nipples or prodding between her
legs. Pauline remembered the tender way Craig had caressed her body, like a
lover should but she knew these men intended to hurt her and these animals would
get great pleasure from doing it.
One of them stood behind her, his great hands came around and closed over her
breasts, his fingers found her large nipples, they were easy to feel through the
thin bra. As he pressed from behind she felt his cock getting hard again, the
huge thing dug in to her arse as he whispered, "You feel good, there is pleasure
in guessing what you will look like naked, what is it, expectation is better
than gratification, I wonder."
The other one was getting impatient, "Come on stop fucking about lets whip the
fucking clothes off her and have some gratification, I want some real fucking,"
he moved in front of Pauline, "First you dance with the whip then on the end of
this," he gripped his cock and pointed the huge purple end at her.
As he moved behind to join the other, Pauline started to beg, "Please no, you
don't have to do this, you said if I fuck good you'd just fuck me, then fuck me,
I will do anything you ask, I will suck your cocks better, I promise and
yooooaaahh."
The first strike ripped across her back, the chiffon blouse ripped in seven
lines before sshhwwatt another strike ripped seven lines the other way. The back
of the blouse hung in taters, Pauline heard, "Blouse ain't to strong, wonder how
long the skirt will last?"
Sshhwwatt, her arse burned, her screams were now pitiful as they kept up a
relentless pace. Bits of black material flew through the air as the skirt began
to dissolve under the onslaught of the whips.
They stopped, her head hung, a mumbled, "Please no more I beg you no more," came
from her lips but all she heard was, "You want to change ends."
"Ya I'll take the front," as he walked round he grinned at Pauline, " Lets untie
her legs, I want to see her dance with the whip and then she can dance on this,"
he gripped his cock and pointed the fat bulbous end at her, "I can't wait to
sink this deep between your sexy legs and watch your cunt bounce around it."
As he stepped back she felt her legs undone then before she could move his hand
flicked out as he lashed the strips at her. Her skirt ripped, she screamed and
immediately drew her leg up and across herself, which only left her other leg
open.
From behind the other whip struck her high on the soft flesh of her inner thigh,
she let out a loud moan.
Another ten times the whips struck home. Pauline hung there, little bits of
skirt hung from her waist, the blouse completely gone, the black of her bra
stood out from the criss cross of red and white stripes that covered her
delicate skin.
Through the haze of pain she heard, "Just cut the bra off, don't want to damage
them big juicy tits until I've chewed on them or even better, fucked off between
them."
The cold steel of the knife cut through the thin straps and the black lace
dropped to the floor, "Oh yes that's a fair pair of nipples, lets remind hubby
just how juicy his wife is, time for another picture, then the next picture he
gets will be after we've had a few hours fun fucking his pretty little wife."
Pauline sobbed uncontrollably as they took the picture.
One man grinned at her as the other put the picture to dry, "Say, why don't we
leave here hung up, with her hands up there she ain't gona stop us from fucking
her ass or cunt, she can just hang there while we have the fun of fucking her?"
The other one said, "No I want her to fuck us, little rich bitch can use her
holes to give us pleasure, lets be honest with all her airs and graces she just
a set of holes to fuck."
Then as they untied the rope from her wrists she heard, "Come on Pauline you
know you like sex and you won't stop us fucking you, will you? Because if you
don't give me the best fuck I've ever had, you're going back up here, and I get
really nasty when I'm frustrated."
Unable to stand she slumped in to their arms, they showed no mercy, first they
mauled her naked body then they dragged her back to the bed, their laughter
mixed with the sound of her smart high heeled shoes scrapping across the wooden
floor.
They threw her on to the bed, her shoes stayed on, held by the ankle strap, her
stockings ripped at the lace top. After they ripped off the last of the skirt
those stocking were the only clothing left on the whipped gorgeous body.
She lay on the bed, her body stung everywhere. Through tear filled eyes she
watched the bag drop on to the bed beside her, she groaned a pathetic, "Noooo,"
as a hand pulled out more rope.
Hands grabbed at her as the words, "Oh yes, as promised, tied up, naked and ours
to play with," filled her with fear.
In too much pain to even think of defending herself they easily had her arms
behind her, they were tightly crossed. Her hands dragged as far to the side and
over her hips as possible. Pauline squealed, as they pulled harder, then tied
each length of her hand ropes three times around her body, pulling even harder
as they tied them off, squeezing her stomach.
Separate rope tied her elbows, painfully crossed, her hair was yanked back, now
helpless to stop them as he said, "Now try and cover that nice available cute
little ass," then a stinging slap proved how open her butt was to what ever they
intended to do to it, "Right cunt, you ready to use your holes to fuck us?"
She struggled to stand, her fingers tingled with the poor circulation, "Please
its to tight," he stood beside her and pinched her left nipple, "Ya and I hope
your cunt is the same."
The other one laid on the bed his cock stood long and straight, Craig had
certainly been right about a thick tent pole. The one holding Pauline's nipple
pulled he back on to the bed, "Come on you hot rich cunt sit on his dick and
fuck him and you better make sure you cum."
Within a minute Pauline was impaled on the huge length of male meat. Pushing her
knees on to the bed as she pumped up and down, grunting as the enormous head
thumped in to cervix bone, never in her life had Pauline felt anything this size
inside her and it hurt, she needed to get wet, anything to stop the pain.
As she grunted and groaned on the massive cock she slowly lubricated the inner
walls, she knew she couldn't stop, she was filled with the fear of not achieving
her own climax, the thought of what these two would do to her next drove her on.
The one under her grinned in her face, enjoying the helpless position she had
put herself in. His hands mauled her bouncing breasts as he continuously
attacked her swollen nipples.
He pulled them hard, pulling Pauline forward with them, the other man stroked
her arse cheeks, "Showing some tempting ass there rich bitch, bet you ain't
taken a ride on one this big up there?'
The other man smiled as he saw the look of terror in her pretty face, looking
past her he said, "By the look on her face, I don't think anything's been up
there, reckon you got a virgin ass hole to plug."
Much as Pauline wriggled the only thing she did was excite the two men, the
sight of her trying to escape the massive cock she had been forced to sit on
before the other one reached its goal and filled her arse was driving her
tormenters on.
Fingers rolled and pinched her nipples until she squealed with pain which was
quickly followed by slaps on her sore ass cheeks as the other rapist climbed up
behind her, Pauline stopped, a moan filled the room as she felt the fat head of
the bigger cock prod her as it searched for her anal entrance.
Inch by inch the huge cock started to disappeared in to the tight hole,
Pauline's cries became little gurgled noises of pain, the more it pushed in the
faster the other cock fucked her.
Suddenly the cock up her arse thrust forward, Pauline screamed as its full
length ripped up her, her entire body shot forward but the guy under her was
waiting and gripped her tits hard holding her in position, then Pauline felt it
slide back.
The cock in her cunt shunted all the way up; then back; as it came back the one
up her arse invaded her deeply again and so it went on, like two long hard
pistons, hammering the beautiful woman in to submission.
She was now panting as the exertion of being fucked in both holes took its toll.
Her head rolled on the mans shoulder until her hair was yanked back, "Come on
bitch lets have you fucking like its going out of fashion and don't forget
you'll be in the shit, big time, if we don't feel you cum as well."
Pauline knew they meant it, the fear of more pain cleared her mind and she knew
she had to climax, she knew she had to make herself enjoy this horrendous rape.
She moved her body, trying to get some comfort from the way the two huge cocks
battered in to her. She followed their rhythm as they pummeled in and out
continuously, the lust filled grunts of her tormentors interspersed by slaps on
her arse or twisting of her nipples but her body was lubricating and she hoped
more than thought that she felt some sort of sensation.
The cock up her arse spasmed, she heard him, "She's so fucking tight, I can't
hold back," then the hot juice filled her.
The long fat cock slowly slid out of her leaving her to straighten up, this
allowed her more control and she wiggled herself, then in a flash of inspiration
she thought of the amount of nights she had faked orgasm with Donavon and went
in to the best act she could, forcing the other one to cum at the same time she
pretended too.
He pushed her off and got up. The first one had already got the camera; he just
opened her legs to show the wet sticky cum now leaking from her arse and cunt.
Pauline was exhausted but she still saw the flash and heard, "There you go rich
husband, nice picture of your wife's well fucked holes."
More for their own pleasure than Pauline's escape the dragged her ankles up and
fastened them to her wrists, they both admitted the sight of this beautiful
woman naked and hog tied was a sure way of getting turned on again.
She watched as one of them dressed, the Polaroid pictures were put in to an
envelope, the same careful way her pants had and he was gone.
Pauline's body was so sore that the couple of hours that she was alone with the
one man became just a haze. He turned her over; being hog tied her whole torso
bowed upwards allowing him to play with her exposed cunt and he couldn't get
enough of her tits as they jutted up, her nipples like rose colored islands on
the top of the large white mounds.
The television was switched on, still no mention of her, she felt alone and
desperate. Her mind blocked out the cruel fingers that played with her cunt or
the sucking, biting mouth that abused her breasts and mouth until the sound of
the truck brought her back to reality.
Her tormentor left her as the man returned, she didn't know what to think when
she heard him say, "This time tomorrow we will be rich and rid of the bitch, I
see you have been having a little fun with our play thing."
He walked over to her, "You look uncomfortable, do you think we should put you
in another position?"
Pauline just stared at him as he carried on, "How about over that table, with a
cock in your mouth and one up your ass, just like a piggy on a spit roast and if
we aren't happy with the way you suck cock, and I mean all the way or even
better the way you wiggle that ass, you must be giving us maximum enjoyment
while we fuck it, or the alternative is your ass will make a perfect target," he
turned to the other one, "Heads or tails."
The one who had spent the last couple of hours playing with her wanted to fuck
her arse, Pauline groaned at the thought of the bigger cock ramming in and out
of her mouth, but as her legs were released and she was dragged, still
uncomfortable bound, to the table she knew it was pointless to argue.
Tied over it, her legs wide to each leg, her head hanging off the other side,
the one who had been out stripped and walked towards her, he had both hands
around his cock and the head still stood proud as he aimed it at her mouth.
The one behind said, "Don't stick it in her mouth yet, she might bite it when I
ram my length up her ass," the other laughed, "So much as a tooth mark and I'll
flay the skin of her ass, her choice, come on bitch open your mouth wide."
The one behind fucked her a dozen times up the ass and then a dozen up her cunt,
enjoying the forced heavy grunting coming from round the huge cock stuck down
the helpless woman's throat.
Pauline sucked and struggled to get as much of the length down her throat, all
the time remembering to wiggle her arse, she had to make sure they enjoyed her,
much as the double ended fucking was hurting she knew it was nothing to the pain
they could inflict on her arse with the whips.
She made them both cum, filling her arse and mouth with their hot sticky juice,
she waited for her next torment but fortunately they seemed to be tired, nobody
had rested since the start and the exertion took its toll.
Her arms were still tied, she couldn't move them, so the tied her legs and threw
her on the bed. They brought sleeping bags from the truck and all feel in to an
exhausted sleep.
Pauline was raped twice during the night, the first time just one of them fucked
her but the second time both of them used her holes.
The morning was frantic. The men sorted personal things in to the truck, then
one went while the other set to and cleaned things they'd used.
Mid way through he forced Pauline to give him a proper blowjob, he just stood
there while she knelt in front of him and did all the work, bouncing her head up
and down the long length.
Using her tongue she tickled the fat head hoping she had excited him enough. As
she swallowed all his juice she hoped she had done it right and he wouldn't hurt
her but other things where on his mind.
She gave thanks; all she wanted to do was live long enough to get out of there
and enjoy all the rich trappings that Donavon could offer.
At around two the first one returned, Pauline recognized the hold all, Donavon's
and it was full of money.
They checked it, made sure everything was safe and hid it on the truck. They
gagged Pauline and were just trying to decide whether they had time to give
their naked, gagged, gorgeous captive another good hard fucking when the door
burst open.
Four hill-billies stood in the doorway, rifles pointing at them. One, obviously
the oldest spoke, "Now before I go and blow your fucking head off what is you
doin in our cabin?"
The three younger one's eyed the naked bound Pauline as the two men went over to
the other side of the room with the older man.
After a while the three rejoined the others, one man went to the truck and
brought back some bundles of bank notes. As he did the other rapist saw a
newspaper in the hill-billies grocery box, it was wrapped round some nails, he
pulled it out and went in to fits of laughter.
The first rapist looked at him as his mate held up the newspaper, he turned to
Pauline, "Get this, Leading industrialist Donavon Swift has come out of the
closet and admitted he's gay, he is pictured here with his new partner Mr. Craig
Andrews before leaving for a six month cruse on his boat, The Rider, he is
quoted as saying he needs the break to start a new life and to get over the lose
of his wife."
The other one looked quizzically at him, "Lose of his wife?"
He carried on reading, "Ya it says here the police now believe the disappearance
of Pauline Swift is now a run away, new evidence or something."
The other man went in to fits of laughter as Pauline struggled to get off the
bed, the first one stepped forward and pushed her back down, "Well that's solved
that, we got what we wanted, rich hubby got what he wanted and these fine
gentlemen get a new housekeeper, oh and did I mention, they also get something
nice to do what ever they want to, all day, everyday, now ain't life great."
As he turned for the door Pauline screamed at him from behind the gag, he turned
and looked at her, "Oh come on rich bitch look on the bright side, it's better
to be ridden than being taken for a ride."
As they got in to the truck all they could hear were the squeals from Pauline
and the yells of excitement from four permanently horny, sex-starved
hill-billies.
Pagan.
