As he squeezed her breasts in his strong hands, the tip of his cock was within a fraction of an inch of her lips. He leaned back and began to moan. As his moans became louder and more pronounced she licked her lips and leaned toward his cock, taking the thick shaft into her wet mouth.
“That’s a good little bitch. Now suck that cock like you’ll be killed if you don’t,” Ryan demanded.
She pressed her tongue against the bottom of the shaft. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, and slid her mouth up and down the shaft of his swollen cock, feeling the tip against her throat as she tried to force more and more of it into her mouth. Ultimately, she wanted him to be pleased with her performance, and tell her so.
If he chose not to speak, so be it.
As she sucked his cock, he moaned repeatedly as he arched his back, forcing even more of himself into her mouth. Circling the head with her tongue, he growled lightly under his breath as he squeezed her breasts harder. She wanted him to cum - cum in her mouth, all over her tits, or even on her face, she thought. If he would cover her in his cum, there was no doubt he would certainly be pleased with her performance.
She began to moan as she sucked faster and faster, trying desperately to please him. She began to groan as she sucked, the sounds of their moans echoing through the garage. As he moaned, he pulled his hands from her breasts and pulled his hard cock from her mouth. As she looked up into his eyes in disbelief, he forced his cock between her breasts and squeezed them together.
“Meghan, I’m going to fuck your big titties, don’t you dare move,” Ryan demanded.
As Meghan arched her back, Ryan thrust against her chest, his cock sliding between her fleshy boobs, the tip escaping through the uppermost portion of Meghan’s breasts as he forced himself between them.
She watched as his cock slid between her breasts.
As Ryan fucked her chest without reservation, he began to feel his cock swell, and his breathing become labored. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled his cock from between her breasts. As he stepped away from the rear of the car, he moved his hands to her armpits and lifted her from the car.
“Ryan, what are you doing?” Meghan asked as he pulled her from the car and held her suspended above the garage floor.
He turned her body to face away from him. “Straighten your legs.”
As she straightened her legs, he lowered her to the floor, until her feet touched the concrete. Once her feet were on the solid floor he released his grasp from her armpits, and lifted up on her hands, which were still handcuffed behind her back. As he lifted, to relieve the pain, she bent at her waist.
As her waist bent, he pressed her head into the trunk of the car, and lifted on her cuffed arms.
“Get your head in the trunk, you cute little bitch,” Ryan growled.
As Meghan allowed Ryan to pull up on her hands, and force her into the trunk, she felt his hands on the waist of her pants. His hand fumbled for the clasp in the front. As soon as he found the zipper, she felt her pants fall to the floor, and her panties being pulled down past her thighs.
“You’re not going to…” Meghan began.
Ryan pressed his hand into the middle of her back, forcing her into the trunk. “Not one word, Meghan, keep your mouth shut. You’re mine.”
Meghan felt the tip of his rigid cock begin to penetrate her. As she felt the shaft enter her wet pussy, she began to moan. As he forced his length into her, she immediately began to reach orgasm.
“Oh God, I’m,” she moaned.
Ryan’s hand slid past her chin and covered her mouth firmly.
“Not a word or I’ll tape your mouth again,” he growled.
He forced himself in and out of her now dripping wet pussy. As she screamed, her voiced echoed through the trunk of the car and into the garage.
Elena shook Meghan’s shoulders. “What the fuck, Meghan? Were you having a bad dream? You were screaming.”
Confused and feeling sexually aroused, Meghan woke up and looked around the room. She wiped her lip, and realized she had been slobbering as she was dreaming. Embarrassed, she stood and looked at Elena. She gazed at her hand and wiped her mouth again with her forearm.
“I’m exhausted. I was dreaming. Sorry, what did I say?” Meghan asked.
“You didn’t say anything, you just started screaming. Shellie fell asleep a little bit ago. You were out for quite a while.” Elena paused and studied Meghan’s face. “You look like shit.”
Meghan looked down at her sweats and straightened the waistband. As she tugged the wrinkles from her tank top, she looked back up at Elena with a feeling of guilt settling in her mind.
“Do you think Ryan is attractive?” Meghan asked.
After she spoke, she wished she would have worded her sentence differently.
Elena scrunched her brow. “What the fuck?”
“What you mean, attractive?” Elena took a step back and crossed her arms as she developed a more disgusted look on her face.
“Yeah, never mind.” Still feeling embarrassed, Meghan attempted to dismiss the question.
“No, what you mean?” Elena asked before Meghan had even finished her sentence.
Meghan looked down and focused on her tank top again as she tugged the wrinkles from the fabric. “I just was wondering. I don’t know - we kind of talked about it before. It’s no big deal.”
Elena crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze. “I didn’t say it was a big deal. It’s just fuckin’ weird. You wake up and wanna know if I think the sickening prick that’s gonna cut us in pieces is a good looking guy. You know, I kinda like you. But you’re weird. You asked questions about him when you first got here. What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry, I was just dreaming, and I got kind of distracted and confused,” Meghan admitted.
Elena uncrossed her arms and tossed her hands up. “What? You were dreaming about him?”
“No,” Meghan lied. “I was just dreaming, and I was confused. Let’s talk about something else.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. If we’re talking about him, I wanna talk about trying to poke out his fuckin’ eyes.” Elena gestured jokingly toward Meghan’s eyes with her finger.
Meghan raised her hand defensively, rubbed her eyes and wondered if her attraction to Ryan was really as odd as it seemed to be. Setting the abductions and killing aside, she felt as if he was an attractive man, had attractive qualities, and behaved in an attractive manner – at least what she had seen of him. She began to wonder if they had met under different circumstances whether she would be attracted to him. After pondering her thoughts for a moment, she was certain she would be.
Meghan stood before Elena knowing that she had entertained fantasies about rape since before she and Mark were together. Through somewhat of a moral inventory, she initially dismissed it to her desire for affection from Mark, and him not acting on that desire. She felt worthless, lacked self-esteem, and began to fantasize even more as the years passed.
This fantasy wasn’t something she constantly thought of, or even desired with a degree of frequency. But it lingered. It lingered, and from time-to-time, she masturbated to the thought of being raped. This masturbation led to additional and more frequent mental desire - and the desire led to more repeated masturbation. She learned through interest that developed in her kink that four out of ten women have deep seated rape fantasies. After learning of this statistic, she dismissed her feelings as normal.
At this particular moment, Meghan felt far from normal.
“What are we going to do?” Meghan asked Elena.
“We can’t make a plan. It won’t fuckin’ work. Not in this stupid room. He’ll open the door.” Elena motioned to the door, clearly frustrated. “He’ll see us, and he’ll shut the fucker. Probably come back and make us his new stain on the floor.”
She turned from Meghan and began to walk the perimeter of the room. “So, if you have any ideas, I’ll listen. I think we should just try and jump him when he comes.”
Meghan rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her head of the thoughts of Ryan that lingered from her dream. “What time is it.”
“I looked a minute ago, it was like seven. You don’t want the music on do you?” Elena asked.
“No. I want to think. At night, right? Seven at night?” Meghan responded.
“Yeah. Night,” Elena said.
Elena was confident that Shellie would be next. Although Shellie had not actually committed to die next, she was receptive to her family being taken care of should either she or Meghan live through this nightmare. As Elena walked, she began to contemplate the inevitable.
She would not, regardless of circumstances, forfeit her life. Elena had too much pride, too much fight, and too much will to live. If Ryan wanted to kill her, it would be during a fight – a rejection of his will. She filtered her hair through her fingers, and looked at Shellie – still sleeping on the bench.
“How you think this fucker found us?” Elena asked Meghan as she passed by Shellie.
“I don’t know, we talked about it. He’s obviously got something for brunettes,” Meghan said.
“Seriously? That’s your fucking answer? He likes brunettes?” Elena scoffed.
Meghan looked up at the ceiling, rested her elbow on her knee, and placed her hand on her chin. Ryan must have an attraction to them, she thought. If he were attracted, why, she wondered, would he find value in killing them one at a time. She began to wonder if it was an attraction or a form of hatred.
“Why don’t you think he just killed us all at once?” Meghan asked.
Elena chuckled. “What? That didn’t make sense. I’m Mexican, you’re from here. Use your words, Meghan.”
“How come he didn’t just kill us on the street? Or bring us here and kill us? Why didn’t he do that? You think he wants to torture us?” Meghan reasoned.
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Elena stopped and turned to face Meghan. “What you gettin’ at?”
Meghan stood from her seat and slipped her feet back into her sandals. “I’m thinking. Why would a guy pick us all up, bring us here, and then pull us out one at a time to kill us?”
“Because he’s fucking crazy?” Elena answered with a sarcastic tone.
“Didn’t you see Silence of the Lambs? And that Spider movie. Along Comes a Spider? People kill just because. They cut off your hands and toss you in the street. Just because. Because they’re weird. Because their momma didn’t breast feed them. Or their dad spanked them too late in life,” Elena said, her voice conveying her level of frustration.
Meghan shrugged. “No doubt he’s crazy. I just wonder why.”
“Why?” Elena asked. “You think if you figure it out - tell him what you think - and you’re right, that he’ll let you go? He won’t. He’ll cut your throat for bothering him. He’s fuckin’ crazy.”
Meghan shrugged.
Elena sighed. “I’m getting nervous. So, you really got that money? The money you told Dana you had? For taking care of her family?”
Meghan turned toward the bathroom. “Uh huh.”
Elena scoffed. “Don’t sound too convincing to me.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. Mark inherited it, we divorced, and I got half. It was a pretty simple procedure. I have never remarried or anything.” Meghan finished speaking, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her face in the sink.
As Meghan dried her face, Elena leaned on the doorway of the bathroom. Greed, she began to think, caused and solved many of problems that the world faces today. People are driven by greed to do things they would not normally do.
“So, you think you could buy our way out of this?” Elena asked as Megan hung her towel over the towel bar on the wall.
Meghan wiped her hands on her sweats as she walked toward the doorway. “I don’t know, it’s possible. I suppose it’s worth a try. It sure isn’t going to do me any good if I’m dead. All of this is just, well, weird. I thought after Dana left…I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I thought after Dana left that this would end. Or it’d never get to us. But he’s going to come back. He is. Over and over. And we’re going to have to kill him or figure out a way to stop him - or change his mind.”
“Now you’re thinking. We have to kill this fuckin’ guy. We do. You and me. Because little miss hueva over here.” Elena motioned toward Shellie. “Isn’t gonna last very long.”
“Ryan’s coming back, and he’s got one more to kill before he starts killing us,” Elena said.
And at that moment, as the two women stared into each other’s eyes, the thought of dying – for the first time, began to become real.
FOURTEEN. “You have to tell me how to do this, Dent. Because you sure as fuck aren’t going to show me,” Ami complained.
Ami had dated Dent for just shy of a year. Their relationship was primarily sexual, which didn’t particularly bother Ami. In fact, considering all things, she enjoyed it. Dent left her with an amount of freedom that she was comfortable with, and enjoyed. The sex, generally speaking, was second to none, and Ami expected she’d have a difficult time getting better sex anywhere without a difficult time of trial and error.
Dent pointed to the bed where his friend lay naked. “Jonny, lay flat on your back, and keep your cock stiff.”
Jonny relaxed on the bed and stroked his cock, waiting for further instruction. Ami stood beside the bed naked watching Jonny. As he stroked the thick shaft, she began to finger her clit, attempting to keep herself well lubricated. Ami’s sexual drive, by her own admission, was extremely high and required a constant level of heightened sexual stimulation to keep her attention and maintain her desire for multiple orgasms.
As she inserted her second finger into her pussy, Dent began to bark out instructions.
“Now you’re gonna need to climb up on him and take that in your ass,” Dent demanded.
“Dent, I’m tired of your temper, and I will not take that in my ass. I’m down for a double, I am. But you’re ruining it for me. One, you need to stop screaming at me. Two, I ain’t gonna take Jonny’s cock in my ass. It’s the size of my wrist and ten inches long. I’ll take yours in my ass and his in my pussy. That’s the deal.” Ami’s voice rose as she spoke.
Dent pointed at Ami’s crotch. “I ain’t letting him fuck that pussy.”
“Okay fine. No deal,” she said.
“Okay, fuck it. Fine. Get up Jonny. I’ll need to lie down,” Dent shouted.
Dent’s temper often became elevated for any number of reasons. Although he never hit Ami or caused her a tremendous amount of dissatisfaction, he had slapped her a few times. Slapping, to Ami, was not abuse. She viewed it, right or wrong, as part of doing business in a relationship.
As Dent climbed onto the bed, he grabbed the tube of lubricant from on top of the dresser. As he lie on his back, he began to stroke his cock and liberally apply lubricant as he did so. Within a matter of seconds, his cock was hard, and glistened with lube.
“No, get up here, and face me, and lower your ass onto my cock. When I get in that ass, let me get a few strokes. After I’m good and in her ass, Jonny, you get your ass up on my lower legs. My calves, whatever, facing me, and just straddle my legs. Just kinda stand there, squat, whatever.” Dent waved his hand over his thighs as he spoke. “Then, you bend over, Ami. And lay your head on my chest or shoulder.”
As Ami listened she slid her fingers inside her now soaking wet pussy. The thought, to her, of having two cocks inside of her at once was a huge turn on, and not something that she had ever done. She and Dent had talked about this for some time, and now that the time had come, she was beyond ready. As she pressed her fingers up to her knuckles and closed her eyes, Jonny began to speak again.
“And Jonny will…” Dent hesitated. “Fuck, are either of you two shit-heads listening?”
Ami opened her eyes and looked at Dent as he sat up on the bed.
“Yeah,” Jonny said as he stroked his massive cock.
Ami closed her eyes and tried to reach climax.
“Yep, got it.”
“You fuck bubbles. If you were listening, you’d know we got it backwards. Jonny, you got to be lying on your back. Same instructions, but you got to be in her pussy. You’re on your back. We straight?” Dent bellowed.
“Yep,” Jonny said.
Dent slid off the side of the bed.
Ami opened her eyes, clearly frustrated at all of the yelling. “Yeah. Straight.”
As Jonny got on the bed, Ami climbed onto the foot of the bed. As he stroked his cock, she climbed onto his thighs and immediately lowered herself onto the tip of his cock.
“Easy,” Ami said.
He nodded and worked his hips up and down.
“Let me do it, lie still, okay?” Ami asked.
Jonny nodded.
As Ami lowered herself onto Jonny’s massive cock, she immediately reached climax and shuddered from the orgasm. Feeling ecstatic and somewhat embarrassed, she closed her eyes, shook her head slightly, and smiled. Facing Jonny, with Dent standing behind her, she started lowering herself onto Jonny’s thick shaft again. As she did, she reached in front of her hip with her hand, and started rubbing her clit.
“You go already?” Jonny asked.
“Yeah a small one,” Ami lied.
“You fucker. You never cum that quick with me,” Dent complained, still standing behind her.
Ami sighed as she lowered herself onto Jonny’s cock. “Well, his cock is the size of a fucking arm. There’s a huge difference. He hits spots you don’t.”
Eventually, she found a rhythm that worked for her and felt comfortable. She bit her bottom lip as she had another orgasm. As she opened her eyes, she raised her left hand to her lip, pressing her index finger to her lips. As Jonny smiled, Dent climbed up onto the bed behind her.
Dent pressed his hand in the middle of her back. “Okay, bend over.”
“Easy,” Ami complained as she eased herself forward.
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