POLITICALLY INCORRECT
TALE 1: STALKED
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Jaid Black
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Artwork by Scott Carpenter.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. POLITICALLY INCORRECT – TALE 1: STALKED has been rated NC-17, erotic, by two individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic book in a place where young readers not meant to view it are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…
Chapter 1
Somewhere in Rural America
Present day
She had never been so frightened in her entire life. She knew she was going to die. Her captor would kill her for certain. Or fuck her then kill her. Or torture her, fuck her, then kill her…
Any way you sliced it, she realized she was as good as dead.
Regina Rose shivered from behind the blindfold she wore—the only thing save the gag in her mouth she was presently wearing. Her cornflower blue sundress and modest white cotton panties had been ripped from her body long ago. She wasn't certain at what point her shoes had been snatched from her feet, but in the grand scheme of things, she supposed her shoes shouldn't much matter.
For hours she had been tied up like this—sitting on a chair, her hands cuffed behind her back forcing her breasts forward, the chill in the dank, dark cellar she was being kept in making her light pink nipples stiffen and ache. Her ankles were cuffed too, each one chained to the furthest point on either side of the chair so that her thighs were kept spread wide open, exposing her labia and clit to…
She didn't know to whom. Ice-cold fear trickled down her spine as she wondered for the hundredth time just who her captor was.
A fan, she knew. A man who claimed to be her most devoted fan, in fact.
Oh God, she thought, hysteria rising as her breasts began to heave. I've been kidnapped by a goddamn psychopath.
All Regina had ever wanted to do was be a singer. For as long as she could remember, songs had been running through her brain. Hell, she'd written her first song at the age of six. It had been dumb as hell, crooning on and on about lollipops and ice-cream, but still it had been a song. Gumdrop Mountain, she had called it. The board game Candy Land had inspired it.
The older she grew, the more intricate and captivating her songs became. And the more other people—any people—wanted to hear her sing them. She had been a shy, naïve fifteen when she'd written her first chart-topping song. That one had been about her first infatuation, Adam, and about how Adam had broken her heart when he'd fallen in love with that slutty Betty Olsen down the road instead of her.
Good ol' Adam Bennett. He might not have given her the time of day, but her first crush had unintentionally made her a rock star. From there Regina had been signed to a major label. A week later she was famous and a millionaire to boot. Betty Olsen, she thought smugly, was still in that two-bit town in Arkansas, probably popping out her twelfth kid from her twelfth common law husband.
But Regina, well, Regina was living the life of luxury. She was rich and she was famous and she was beautiful and she was…
She stilled, reality—the reality she'd been doing her damnedest to forget—slowly returning. She was a naked captive held hostage in the cold cellar of a psychopath, she thought, panic returning with reality. Oh damn, she told herself, her nipples growing impossibly stiffer from the numbing chill, I've got to get loose…
Desperate and terrified, Regina rattled the handcuffs securing her to the cold metal chair. She opened her mouth to scream, only then remembering she'd been gagged. Help me! she mentally wailed. Somebody please help me!
The sound of a nearby door creaking open made her still once again. Her heart began slamming in her chest as the bone-chilling sound of not one—but two!—sets of footfalls steadily made their way down some steps and toward where she sat. She recalled her legs being hoisted wide apart and thrashed on the chair, hoping to no avail to close them. This isn't happening, Regina thought, her large breasts heaving up and down with her labored breathing. Dear God in heaven, tell me this isn't happening…
"I don't believe it," a deep, masculine voice murmured. "It's really her."
The second man had an excited grin in his voice. "Regina Fuckin' Rose!"
"Holy shit."
"Holy shit is right. Just look at those big titties. And her cunt…"
"She shaves it bald," the first man murmured in a thick voice.
Regina swallowed past the lump of terror in her throat. She simply couldn't believe this was happening. She began to thrash again as the hysteria built, but realized even as she did so she would never get loose. The only thing the thrashing did was make her breasts jiggle up and down. That in turn only made her already stiff nipples ache more. And no doubt gained her captors' undivided attentions.
The overly excitable man, the one with the grin of accomplishment in his voice, she was certain he was the man who had kidnapped her. The same man who had claimed to be her most loyal and devoted fan. The same man who had prattled on at length about how a woman like her probably thought she was too good for him, but he'd show her yet.
She thrashed about harder, her heart pounding in her chest, her breasts jiggling like mad, trying in vain to get loose. Please, God, she prayed, the hysteria so acute she thought for one brief moment she might have gone insane, please help me!
"Don't get yourself all worked up," the first man said in that low whisper of a voice peculiar to him.
She felt a set of large, callused fingers run over her shaved mons and between her legs. She immediately stilled, her body stiffening, when his thumb found her clit.
"We might let you live," he murmured, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow, methodic circles, "if you give us what we're wanting without a fight."
Regina cried from behind the blindfold, the only sound coming out due to the gag that of a small, guttural groan. She sounded like the chained pet she felt like, she hysterically thought, her entire body shivering. Yesterday she had been happy and content being the famous, beloved Regina Rose. Today she would have given anything to be the slutty, ordinary Betty Olsen.
"Is the camera on?" the first man asked in his low voice.
There was something eerily familiar about that voice, Regina thought. Something causing a spark of déjà vu to knot in her belly.
"It is now," the excited man answered. "Jesus, my dick is hard! Nobody is going to believe this, Adam. Nobody."
Adam, Regina silently gasped. She did know that voice. Her breathing grew impossibly more labored as the reality of the situation struck her:
Adam Bennett. Her first crush. The man who had unwittingly made her a star. He had conspired to kidnap her. And now he was conspiring to rape her…
And quite possibly kill her.
"That's why we've got the camera on, idiot," Adam muttered before swiping his long, warm tongue down her slit. "Mmmm," he murmured as his tongue swirled around her clit and then around her tight hole. "Damn she tastes as good as I knew she would, Johnny."
Johnny Bennett—Ad
am's younger brother. Adam's younger, but equally handsome and well-built brother. Both men stood about six feet tall. Both men sported silky jet-black hair and brown eyes. Both men had always worked as bricklayers, their muscles heavy and defined from the strenuous family trade.
Holy. Shit. She was a dead woman.
Regina shivered from behind the gag. She could feel herself growing moist as Adam continued licking up and down her slit and didn't care for the feeling in the slightest. Adam and Johnny Bennett! This just wasn't happening! For years she had wanted Adam—she had prayed to God every night back in Arkansas that one day he would notice her—but sweet lord above she had never wanted him like this.
"You asked and you received. Happy birthday, big bro."
Regina's nostrils flared. Happy birthday? If she hadn't been gagged her jaw would have dropped open. Her rape and murder was to be a fucking birthday present? She couldn't believe this, simply could not believe it. This had to be a joke. Certainly they would stop before raping her and tell her it was all a joke?
She knew them, for goodness sake. She could identify them to the authorities. What's more, if they took her like this she most definitely would identify them to the authorities. Assuming, she thought, the dumbfoundedness deserting her in favor of another round of panic, they let her out of this cold, damp cellar alive…
She began to thrash again, the iron handcuffs making loud clanging sounds against the cold metal chair. Her breasts jiggled harder, her labia slammed smack dab into Adam's awaiting mouth.
Oh God! Regina mentally screamed, as Johnny's hands came around the back of the chair and cupped her large breasts. She cried from behind the gag when he began massaging her stiff nipples, rolling them around between thumbs and forefingers. There is no way they will ever let me leave here alive, she told herself. No fucking way.
Rational thought deserted her. Terror reigned supreme. Her heart began slamming so hard in her chest she felt as though she might pass out.
Deep down inside, Regina knew they'd either keep her forever or kill her outright. At the moment she didn't know which scenario to hope for.
Regina Rose. Yesterday's Queen of Pop. Today's Slave of Madness.
Somebody help me!
Chapter 2
Regina groaned from behind the gag as the man she knew in her heart was Adam Bennett slurped her clit into his mouth and sucked it vigorously. "Goddamn," she heard Johnny Bennett mutter from behind her in a thick, aroused voice as he stretched out her nipples, "This bitch has got some fine-ass tits."
Under ordinary circumstances being called a bitch would have caused her to slap a man's face. Under these horrific, terrifying circumstances, all she could do was be grateful they hadn't yet injured her. Johnny tweaked her stiff nipples and pulled them firmly, while Adam sucked hard on her clit. She tried to shake off the arousal the brothers were forcing her body to feel, but couldn't. She'd never had an orgasm before in her life, but her body was feeling so strange that…
Well, she knew something was about to happen. She knew it and she hated them both for making her feel it. Bastards, she inwardly seethed, as her belly clenched in a funny way. Somehow, she vowed, somehow she would break free and she would make them both pay for this.
If they didn't kill her first.
Her first captor—Adam—began sucking on her pussy in earnest. She could hear the slurping sounds his mouth was making as he suctioned hard from her hole and clit. Her belly knotted in that funny way again. The feel of her large nipples being tugged at and pulled on made the knot in her stomach coil impossibly tighter.
Oh lord, Regina thought, her mind in agony. I'm coming. I know I'm coming.
She didn't want to have her first orgasm like this, not by force. Her heart-rate went over the top. Her breasts heaved like crazy as hysteria overwhelmed her. She felt like crying, but perversely, the tears simply would not fall. A woman's first orgasm should never be like this. She had dreamed of being loved and cherished, of being wined, dined and romanced…
Regina groaned from behind the gag as the coil in her belly broke loose and she came so hard she felt dizzy. Blood rushed to her face, heating it. Blood rushed to her nipples, making them stab out even further. She wanted to gasp for air, but the gag prevented her from doing so.
Humiliation overwhelmed her senses. She had come for her kidnappers. Noooo!
She heard Johnny make an appreciative sound in the back of his throat before latching his mouth around one of her aching, swollen nipples and sucking on it. "Mmmm," Adam murmured as he lapped up the juice her pussy had made from its tight, tiny hole. "You taste as good as I knew you would," he rasped as if to himself.
This isn't happening! Regina mentally wailed for what felt the thousandth time. This is not fucking happening! You're supposed to be my hero, Adam! You're supposed to be my hero, not the villain!
She wanted to scream. She needed to scream. Her breathing was labored. Her mind was splintered. She felt as though she might pass out from the adrenaline overflow her body continually bombarded her with. She just needed to fucking scream.
The handcuffs securing her ankles to the chair were removed. The handcuffs securing her hands to the chair were unclasped long enough to reclasp them together above her head. Finally—finally!—the gag was ripped from her mouth. Regina opened her mouth and screamed long and loud as the brothers pulled her up from the chair and dragged her down onto the cold earthen ground, her slight naked body between their two huge, muscular ones.
"Help me!" Regina wailed, the shrieking sound high-pitched enough to curdle milk. "Somebody help me! Somebody please—"
A stinging backhand across the face made her see stars. The pain was jarring, numbing, made her feel momentarily disoriented. Oh God, this wasn't happening.
"Stop it," Adam hissed from above her. "I'll gag you again if you make another sound."
No, Adam, no! Regina thought in cold, icy panic. You cannot be like this. You were always my hero. God fucking damn you!
Johnny secured the handcuffs that held her hands together above her head to a large iron spike jutting out of the ground. At least she was pretty sure it was Johnny. She was still blindfolded so it was difficult to judge who was doing what. All Regina knew was she wanted the nightmare to end.
"Please don't hurt me," Regina begged, half crying and half whimpering. She felt ready to lose her mind. "I'll do anything you say," she gasped between quiet sobs, "if you promise not to kill me."
Silence. Long and frightening.
Finally, at long last, the blindfold was slowly removed. Regina squinted, her terrified blue eyes straining to readjust from total blackness to what felt like painfully intense light. It took her eyes a long moment to focus, but when they did she found herself gasping.
She had known in her heart Adam and Johnny Bennett were her kidnappers. She just hadn't wanted to believe it, still didn't want to believe it. But there was no sense in denying it any longer. Her heart-rate went into overdrive when her wild-eyed gaze clashed first with Johnny and then with Adam.
She swallowed hard, the knot in her throat feeling tight and watermelon big. "Please," Regina pleaded, her large breasts heaving with her labored breathing, "please don't do this."
She saw a flicker of something—guilt perhaps?—permeate Adam's features for a fraction of a second. But then he schooled them into the mask of steel he'd worn since she'd been a kid, and clenched his jaw unforgivingly.
Why did it have to be like this? Regina thought with as much grief as hysteria. Why? Why? Why? She had loved Adam when she was fifteen—and if she were honest, long before that. She would have given anything to be with him. But she didn't want him like this—never like this.
And oh, he was as handsome as ever. Perhaps even more so than what he'd once been. In the few years it had been since last she'd seen him, his bricklayer of a body had gotten impossibly more cut with muscular definition. He was tanner. His hair even seemed darker than the shiny inky black it had always been. He'd developed a cou
ple of grim laugh lines around the eyes, but otherwise he hadn't aged much in the past three years.
"You got away from me once," Adam murmured in a thick voice, his heavy lidded brown gaze raking over her naked body. "It won't happen twice."
Chapter 3
Regina Rose was an eighteen-year-old virgin who'd been famous since the age of fifteen. She hadn't had time in those three short years to date much, let alone get in a relationship serious enough to warrant giving her virginity up.
A surge of power combined with lust overtook Adam as he sat back and simply stared at the gorgeous, naked, helpless woman splayed out before him. Regina Rose, he thought, his jaw clenching. He'd wanted her since she was fifteen. She'd been too young back then to do the things he'd wanted to do to her—like pop that sweet little cherry—but she was old enough to take him now. She was only eighteen to his thirty-five, but eighteen was very legal. Of course, stealing Regina's sweet little cherry wasn't exactly legal, but he'd wanted it for so long that he no longer cared.
And oh yes, he thought, as he buried his stubbled face between her legs once again and his tongue found her tight little hole, his Regina was still as pure as the driven snow. An egotistical rock star she might be now, but she was still tight, hot, and completely untried. He couldn't wait to change that. His body tensed and his cock dripped pre-cum at the very thought of changing that…
Adam had always been the type of man to go after what he wanted until he got it. He never thought he'd go so far as to resort to kidnapping and rape to accomplish a goal, but then there was nothing he wouldn't have done to possess Regina. No matter what happened after it was over, he knew it would be worth it. He'd be looking into her eyes as he thrust deep inside her juicy cunt and popped that sweet little cherry. Anything was worth that.
He saw his younger brother stand up to undress, his cock that was almost as big as Adam's springing free. Truth be told, Adam didn't like to share—especially not Regina—but a deal was a deal and he'd see his end of the bargain through. Johnny would get to have his fun too for helping to kidnap the princess from her secluded palace. When it was over his brother would never touch Regina again, but tonight the rules would be a bit different.
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