by Paul Blades
Twice during the time she was standing there, Maddy heard the familiar whistles blowing. She heard the door to the barracks opening and was able to discern the naked women flowing out of it. She could see their outlines as they dashed around the courtyard and streamed past her. She could hear their ragged breathing and the slapping of their naked feet on the cobblestones. Once, her gag was removed and she was given water to drink. She was allowed to pee in a bucket.
Late in the afternoon Maddy heard the gate opening again and the motor of a truck entering. It was a large, dark blue, pickup truck and it was towing a tall, narrow, covered trailer behind it. There was a commotion in the courtyard and Maddy heard thick boots descending the stairs from the upper level of the building. Her collar was undone, a leash attached to the front, and she felt herself being pulled over toward the truck. She could only see bits and pieces of it at a time due to her narrowly constricted vision. It was obvious the truck had come for her.
She was stopped a few feet away from the vehicle. She saw the outlines of the driver approach her. Someone grabbed her cheeks and held her head still. She could see through the slit to her hood that it was the greasy fat man from the day before. She felt hands stroke her buttocks and test her thighs. Hands grabbed her breasts from behind and assessed them. Her ponytail was pulled sharply, causing her to utter a cry. Words were exchanged and Maddy saw two hands shaking.
There was a tug on her leash again and Maddy felt herself being drawn over to the trailer behind the truck. She pulled back on the leash, terrified. She realized she had been sold, had probably been sold long before she had even arrived at this godforsaken place. That was why she was treated differently than the other women – she was a special order! That could only mean that some special, terrible fate awaited her.
Strong hands grabbed Maddy's arms and she was forced toward the truck. Men were laughing and joking around her. Hands slapped her buttocks, stinging her. She felt herself lifted into the trailer. Her waist was pressed against a thick wooden beam and she was strapped to it. Her legs were spread and her boots buckled to the floor. A man brushed by her and affixed her leash to the front of the trailer. She felt the man duck back under the beam and stand behind her. His hand cupped her sex from behind. He whispered something in her ear that she couldn't understand while he probed her loins. Maddy was frantic with fear. She pulled and tugged at her bonds and mindlessly begged for release. She tried to sway her hips to avoid the hand tormenting her. She had felt deeply ashamed and degraded when the men had forced her to orgasm earlier that day and she desperately wanted to avoid a repetition of that act. When the man was satisfied she was lubricated and aroused, he withdrew his hand. Maddy felt the wetness of her cunt and its distended lips. Part of her yearned for release.
The trailer jolted slightly as the man stepped down from it. A few moments later, Maddy heard the truck door slam and the engine turn over. The trailer began to move with a small jerk and Maddy's body swayed backward, causing the leash from her collar to pull taut. She felt the trailer pulled in a wide circle, straighten out then speed up. When the rumbling of the tires over the cobblestones ceased, Maddy knew she had left the courtyard and had passed through the gate.
The inside of the trailer was hot and dusty. There were vents in the front to facilitate the flow of air, and the back of the trailer was open, but the hot sun baked the top and sides of the trailer unmercifully. Maddy felt each bump in the road, as she was jostled back and forth. Her legs tired quickly and she alleviated the strain on them by leaning against the beam set against her waist. The bit-like gag in her mouth and the steel plate depressing her tongue were constant reminders of her helplessness. When she moved her head, she could feel the long ponytail, the remnant of her once beautiful hair, brush across her back and bound arms. Her spread legs made vulnerable her naked and gaping sex.
Even though the back of the trailer was open, Maddy couldn't see anything of the area through which they were passing. She could turn her head, but the limited vision permitted by the slits in her hood prevented her from seeing behind her. She was conscious, though, of the fact that any vehicle driving behind the trailer would have a clear view of her naked buttocks and the fact she was hooded and restrained. She could hear other vehicles passing them and once or twice heard car horns honking behind her. It became evident to Maddy that her possessors had no concern that it be known they were transporting an unwilling, bound and naked female.
After a few hours, the light in the trailer began to fade. The sun was setting and the heat in the trailer began to abate. Maddy's throat was parched. The truck continued on to its unknown destination. Maddy could see the reflection of car headlights behind them on the wall in front of her, as well as the shadow of her bound form. Eventually, the lights behind her diminished and she was cast in near total darkness.
Twice, the man pulled the truck and trailer to the side of the road. Each time, the man released Maddy from her bindings, led her from the van and let her pee. He unbuckled her cruel gag and let her drink. The only things Maddy could see were the running lights of the trailer and, when she looked up, the star studded sky above. Once she was regagged, Maddy was returned to the trailer and the journey resumed.
At one point, the truck pulled into a well lit service area. Maddy could see bright fluorescent lights shining in through the vents of the trailer and heard the sounds of the driver leaving the truck and the truck being gassed. Men were talking outside. Desperately, Maddy tried to yell and scream through her gag. She used her weight to begin to rock the trailer in the furtive hope some one would come to her aid. The voices moved to the back of the trailer. Maddy could hear the men talking right behind her. They were apparently amused at her vain efforts to seek aid. She heard them laugh. The door to the truck opened and closed and the trailer was once more set in motion. Maddy leaned against the beam across her waist and cried.
She was virtually asleep on her feet the next time the truck slowed to a stop. She was jerked awake by the cessation of movement. It was still dark outside. She heard the truck door open and close and felt the trailer rock as the man stepped up into it. She felt him test her bindings. When he was satisfied, he patted her on the rump and stepped out of the van. Maddy heard the sound of his boots on gravel as he walked away.
Maddy was left to herself, standing in the trailer, for the rest of the night. She slept fitfully, as every time she fell into deep sleep, she was jolted awake by the sensation of falling. The air was cold and she shivered in the darkness of the trailer. She watched gratefully as the morning light began to filter in through the vents in front of her. She was tired and frightened. She heard activity commencing around the trailer, the crowing of a rooster, the sound of feet on gravel. As the day grew brighter, several times she sensed the presence of persons behind her peering in.
Finally, someone came to release her. Her legs ached terribly and she needed desperately to pee again. She was thirsty and hungry too. The bright daylight blinded her at first as she was led by her leash from the van. She only had a few moments to adjust when two pieces of black tape were applied to her hood, covering up the small slits that had been her narrow windows on the world. She stumbled as she was dragged forward by unseen hands. The gravel was rough underfoot and she almost fell twice, as sharp rocks stuck into her boots. She felt the ground turn to packed earth, which made the going easier.
Maddy couldn't tell how far she had been dragged when she was finally brought to a halt. She felt her leash attached to a pole and heard her leader walk away. While she awaited the next development, she could hear the steadily increasing sounds of activity around her. People were passing back and forth. She heard the pounding of heavily shod feet and the crack of a whip. After about an hour, her leash was unfastened from the pole and her journey began anew. This time she was pulled over onto a patch of grass and forced to squat. She felt a great sense of relief as her bladder emptied. She was pulled to her feet and a wet cloth rubbed over her sex, cleaning away the la
st drops of urine.
The next time that she was brought to a halt, her leader stood next to her holding her leash as if anticipating some event. She heard the clip clop of a horse's hoofs approach. The horse stopped and she heard the creaking of a leather saddle as apparently someone dismounted. A deep, smooth voice made some exclamation. The man who held her leash made a deferential sound and Maddy felt her head pushed forward and down into a little bow. Hands assessed her shoulders, soft, but strong hands, male hands. They ran down her sides and measured her thighs. The deep, sonorous voice, issued sounds of satisfaction.
Next, Maddy felt the hands seize her breasts. A strange warmth went through her as they gently massaged her sensitive globes, thumbs pressed on her nipples, stroking them until they stiffened. Maddy felt a face draw close to her and lips seize one nipple. She started to struggle as she felt a hot tongue twirl around the rough pink skin surrounding the nipple. Strong, rough hands held her arms tightly and legs circled hers, forcing them open. A softer, knowledgeable hand lightly caressed the outer lips of her sex.
Maddy could hear and sense the presence of a small crowd of people around her. She groaned with shame as the hand traced the gap between her tingling labia and drew moisture from her. She felt her nether lips soften and distend as the finger entered her. She tried to beg the man to stop, but her voice emerged as a garbled whine. There was laughter all around.
At the command of the man with the deep, refined, almost aristocratic voice, Maddy felt herself dragged a short distance and pushed back onto what felt like a bale of hay. Her legs were lifted and spread apart. Hands held her down. The man placed himself between her legs and leaned over her. When she felt the fleshy end of a stiff cock press against her moist hole, Maddy began to convulse in physical protest. Her legs were gripped all the more tightly and her body was pressed down more firmly. Slowly, the hard, hot rod pushed itself inside. She felt it press her sheath open as it filled her. Her assailant had his weight upon her now as he sank deeper into her moist slit. When fully seated in her cunt, the prick began a remorseless rhythm, fucking her slowly, worrying the little nub at its apex, caressing its interior walls.
Although Maddy had known that sooner or later she would be raped, she nonetheless felt debased and ashamed now that it was actually happening. Even though the voices around her had turned silent as the man atop her relentlessly ploughed her furrow, she was conscious of a dozen unseen eyes watching, relishing her abuse. The man was slow and steady, dragging his prick across her hardened clit, driving the young woman to lust. She moaned piteously as she felt her loins burn with unwanted pleasure.
As her heat began to rise, Maddy stopped struggling. A fiery need for completion took control of her and she began to rock her hips to meet the onslaught of the steel hard shaft within her. Her breath became short and she uttered little cries of passion at each stroke of the insistent prick. Just as she was building to her crescendo, the tape over her eyes was removed. In her passion, through the narrow apertures of her hood, she saw the face of her tormentor. His eyes were dark and his eyebrows bushy and black. A long, thick, black moustache adorned his mouth, which was smiling with delight. He grunted as his meat began to throb within her. Maddy's cunt began to contract and pulse as she felt the man's hot seed flood her womb. She cried out as she came, her enfeebled voice sounding more like a neigh, the tremors of her orgasm resounding throughout her body.
Maddy's sex was still pulsing with pleasure as the man drew his detumescing prick from within her. Through the fog of her post coital bliss, Maddy could hear the sounds of male approval all around. When the man stood, her legs were released. She felt herself pulled to her feet. The man who had raped her patted her on the head and uttered some low, appreciative words. Through the slits of her hood she watched him as he mounted his horse and rode away.
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CHAPTER TEN
Herman and Louise had been away for two and a half days. In the back of the van lay two young, nubile women. Twins. Herman had hit the jackpot. "Let Feeney try and lowball me on this one," he thought as he turned off the Interstate onto Route 286 North. Twenty minutes and they would be safe at home, unloading their valuable cargo.
Louise's thoughts were on their charges locked deep under the ramshackle barn. She couldn't wait to get her cunt licked by the slut Maureen. She was so horny she almost asked Herman for a favor. She looked over at him, his fingers locked tight around the steering wheel, that stupid old tractor hat on his head. He would probably want her to suck his mangy old cock in return. The thought of it made her shudder. She could wait.
Jake and the boys had spent the last two days taking turns watching the monitors on Irving's laptop. The screen flipped between views every five seconds. Tucker, who was on watch, had gotten tired of watching the screen's incessant blinking from one scene to the next and had locked on to a single view which overlooked the entrance to the barn. He had been at it for two hours. He yawned. Leon was due up next. He got up to get a coke from the small room fridge. While his back was turned, a dark brown van pulled onto the screen. After a few moments, a bulky, fiftyish, old lady got out and opened the barn door. The van slid inside, and she followed it, closing the door behind her.
Tucker gave the screen a cursory glance when he came back with his coke. Satisfied that all was as it was, he sat down and took a long pull from the ice cold cola.
Herman laid out the two new girls on the floor next to the van. He hadn't been able to resist removing their matching, bright yellow, bikini tops when he and Louise had first grabbed them, but the narrow, licentious bottoms were still on. The girls both looked up wide eyed at their captors. Helping the seemingly helpless old lady had come second nature to them. She was effusive in her thanks as they helped her lift the heavy bags into the van. A jab from the Taser gun paralyzed them long enough for Herman to pull them in and tie them up. Goodbye Panama City, hello a life of degrading sexual abuse.
It didn't take long to get the girls down in the hole. Herman snipped off the tiny string-like bottoms with his penknife. Each girl sported a little yellow beard over her sex. Natural blonds. They both begged and pleaded when their temporary gags were removed. Louise quieted them quickly with the more permanent thick leather plugs. Once in their cages, she gave them a jolt from the electric wand just for good measure.
Maureen and the brown haired girl looked none the worse for wear. They drank gratefully from the water jugs once Louise got around to it. Herman stuck his cock in Maureen's cage. "Dessert first, slut," he told her, "then dinner."
Maureen seized the flaccid meat with her lips with alacrity. Herman's eyes rolled back as he luxuriated in the fervent mouth. Maureen's skills had developed favorably over the weeks she had been in captivity. Although she was anxious to earn her dinner, she knew Herman would critically assess her blowjob. She desperately wanted to eat.
While Herman got his rocks off, Louise washed down the brunette. "I'll decide when she eats," she thought to herself, her slit watering in anticipation of Maureen's worship at that shrine.
Herman was nearing fulfillment. He groaned deeply as he felt his stiff shaft fill with his seed. "Suck it, bitch!" he yelled. "Suck it!"
Maureen absorbed every drop of Herman's copious discharge. Three days on the road really built up a load.
"I'm going up," Herman told Louise as he tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants.
Louise nodded. She had emptied out a can of beans and franks for the desperately hungry brunette. She then turned the hose on Maureen, washing away three days of sweat and grime. Motioning for her to turn around, she addressed her loins and ass, wiping them clean.
When she was finished, Maureen turned and stared at the old lady expectantly. Louise finished washing away three days of wastes from the bottom of the cages. She opened a can of bean and franks and emptied it into a bowl on the floor. She opened Maureen's cage and motioned her to get out. "Come on out, my little cunt licker. Time for eating," she said.
Maur
een eagerly exited the cage and began to crawl to the bowl.
"Not so fast, cunt!" Louise barked. "You've had dessert, now the appetizer." The old lady sat down on a small stool and, spreading her legs, raised her dress to her waist. She pulled off her baggy cotton drawers. "Come and suck my twat, slut. Then you can feed your ugly face."
The poor girl grimaced. Her stomach ached with hunger. Although she had suffered almost every torture known to man as the prisoner of these two mad, cruel devils, she had not yet become fully inured to their degrading verbal abuse. I'm not a slut. I'm not ugly. Her eyes glistening with tears, she lowered her head and crept between the callous woman's knees. Louise had placed the bowl of food on the floor directly beneath her twat. Maureen fought back the urge to bury her face in it. She had no desire to prompt a whipping.
As Maureen's lips and tongue addressed Louise's sweltering cunt, the old lady sighed with delight. "That's it, slut," she told the prostrate girl. "Nice and slow. Make it good or I'll whip your tits until they bleed!"
The two new girls looked on in disbelief. What kind of hell had they been brought to? They looked at each other, tears in their eyes. Was this their future?
Maureen's tongue delved deeply into Louise's sweaty quim. The old lady's musky discharge covered her face. Louise's hands were on the girl's head, gripping it tightly, as she felt her blood rising. When Maureen tickled her fat, stiff clit, Louise moaned. "Yessssssssss," she hissed. "That's the spot, slut. Keep licking it!" she ordered.
Louise's whole body contracted as her cunt throbbed and pulsed in orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she yelled as the waves of pleasure shot through her. She closed her thighs around Maureen's head and pressed her mouth against her gash. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried.