Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted Part 5
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Mladic, the one who had captured the poor girl and her boyfriend, had just offered the boyfriend a terrible choice; suck his cock, the same cock which had just raped his girlfriend right in front of him – or stick his tongue into his girlfriend’s freshly raped pussy, a pussy still seeping with the cum of her rapist.
Brad Wilson, tied naked to a chair, stared sullenly at the semi-flaccid, shiny cock of his captor as it hung right before his face. He had already been forced to suck the man’s cock once, and it had brought psychological trauma to Brad’s anguished mind that would never fully go away. On the other hand, the idea of actually swallowing this sick bastard’s sperm…of participating, in a way, in Ashley’s rape…that seemed almost worse.
“I’m waiting for an answer, lover-boy,” Mladic growled. A moment later, though, he paused, thoughtfully rubbed his chin, and whirled sharply about. “On second thought, Ashley was a naughty girl. Screaming for help while I had the decency to fuck her tight pussy. She doesn’t deserve to have her messy cunt licked out, do you, bitch?” As he said those words, the naked Mladic – bristling with muscle – stomped over to the bed. He leaned over her, menacing. Despite the fact that she couldn’t go anywhere, Ashley tried to cower, as if she could sink into the mattress and disappear. The brunette felt her ponytailed hair crushed underneath the back of her head. She shivered and wondered what abuse he might dole out next.
Mladic eyed her cum-soaked sex.
“No…this pussy doesn’t deserve to be licked at all. It needs more PUNISHMENT instead.” As he said this, his hand swung down, swatting her exposed cunt. His palm now struck with a flurry of resounding slaps across her poor sex. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“AAAYY!!! Please stop!” Ashley squealed. Yet thrills of sensation also swam through her body at the contact. The nerve endings along her pussy warmed and awakened with each awful smack. A traitorous surge of arousal bubbled up inside her. Shame found a fresh foothold. She hated herself. Ashley squeezed her eyes tightly shut and prepared for the next violent blow. It never came.
Relenting, Mladic idly placed a hand on one of her supple cones. He loved the feel of her soft, pliant breast beneath his palm. It had the opposite effect for poor Ashley, though. Where his skin made contact with hers, she could feel her skin crawl.
“You know what, on the flipside I know someone who DOES deserve a reward.” His gaze flicked back to poor Brad, who was watching this nightmare unfold with misery in his eyes. “Your boyfriend has been pretty patient, bitch. He’s watched me lick your pussy and fuck you hard. Look at that raging hard-on. Impressive, isn’t it, even if his shaft isn’t as tall or thick as mine.” Ashley stared at Brad’s lap. Brad’s face turned the deepest hue of red. His cock was still as rigid as ever. Ever since Mladic had raped her, it had stayed that way. Part of Ashley knew that Brad didn’t have any control over his masculine instincts. In some deep, primal recess of his mind, in the instinctual urges hard-wired into his DNA, Brad’s caveman self had been aroused by the simple sight of a male fucking a female. That’s what it was; it didn’t mean Brad didn’t love her. It didn’t mean that Brad wanted this to happen to her. Ashley tried to remind herself of all those things. She didn’t want to blame Brad. After all, they were both the victims here.
“I’m sorry, Ashley,” Brad choked out. It was as if he had read her thoughts.
“It’s OK baby,” she tried to reassure him.
“Now isn’t this sweet. Is it OK, bitch? Maybe you want to make it OK for your helpless, pencil-dicked boyfriend. Actually, I think I like that idea. You’ll give him his reward for enjoying our fuck-show earlier. You’ll suck him off now.” As he said this, Mladic unlocked the cuffs around Ashley’s wrists. The girl immediately sat upright. Surging from the instinct of fear, Ashley fought like a hellcat. She tried to scratch him. In her desperation to resist, though, she forgot that her ankles were still firmly shackled to the bed. In her desperation, she forgot that her captor had at least 100 pounds on her, not to mention far more muscle and faster reflexes. Mladic easily captured her wrists in one beefy hand and slapped her in the face with the other. The force of the slaps stunned the sexy brunette. If the blows had been any harder, they would have left bruises and swelling. Ashley went limp. She ceased her struggle, her head hanging down.
“Are you going to behave yourself, bitch, or do I need to smack you around some more?” He cupped her chin, forced their gazes to lock. There was no way to avoid his implacable stare. A tiny amount of blood trickled from the tiniest cut on her lip.
“N-no Master. I’ll be good. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
Mladic slid his hand along the nape of her neck and then he did something surprising. He darted forward, kissing her with a lover’s passion. When his tongue withdrew, he could still taste the faint coppery tang of her blood. He caressed the side of her face for a moment. She stared stonily ahead. Next, while she sat there, docile, he re-cuffed her hands behind her back. Only then did he finally release the cuffs around her ankles. Red lines had started to form around her ankles, showing where the metal had chafed at the skin when she had struggled.
“Stand up.” She stood up. Her legs protested as blood rushed back into them. She almost fell over. Mladic steadied her. Now, with a hand fondling her ass, he propelled her toward Brad’s chair and ordered her to kneel.
Meanwhile, Brad’s tormented expression was filled with self-loathing. Just now he had wanted to roar at their captor when he had started to smack his girlfriend’s pussy. He had wanted to strangle the monster when he had slapped his girlfriend in the face. But fear had made him hold his tongue. Now, as he looked into Ashley’s pain-numbed eyes, that felt like a betrayal. He knew that he couldn’t have done anything to stop the man from hurting her in his current position, but somehow his masculine, instinctual need to protect her wasn’t having any of it. He was a failure, plain and simple.
“What are you waiting for, cunt? Don’t you love your boyfriend? Now’s the time to SHOW it.”
Ashley stared at the stiff erection. Blood pulsed up and down the veins along Brad’s cock. ‘I can do this,’ she thought. ‘Just remember, you love Brad. Pretend this sick freak isn’t even here and just… just show Brad you care.’ She slowly traipsed her tongue up from the base of the cock to the tip. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue at his glans before repeating the process. After maybe ten more of these lazy, sensual popsicle-licks and tongue-flicks, Brad’s breathing had ramped up noticeably. His eyes were clenched shut. She kept licking.
“You’re missing a good show, Brad,” Mladic rumbled. A dark chuckle followed soon after. “Keep going, slut. Let me see your skills.” Mladic’s gaze seemed to alternate between staring at Ashley’s exposed pussy and asshole as she leaned forward, and watching the fellatio continue to unfold. He stared intently now as Ashley deftly took one of Brad’s balls into her mouth. Sucking on it gently, she then switched to the other testicle. She made devoted slurping sounds as she sucked on his ball sac so lovingly. She knew how much Brad enjoyed this when they had sex. ‘Oh Brad, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I have to do what he says. I’m so sorry.’ That mantra kept repeating over and over in her head. She tried to ignore it though, to just let go of the shame. What good would it do them now, anyway? They were just trying to survive. A tiny but insistent part of Ashley also still held out hope; maybe, just maybe, if they cooperated and did everything this psycho asked, he might still decide to let them go. That was the thought Ashley clung to as she brought her lips to the tip of Brad’s manhood and began to suck on the head with vigor.
“Uhhh!” Brad’s plaintive groan sailed through the basement. The boyfriend’s body tensed up even more, if that was possible. His eyes were clenched shut harder than ever. It was like he was a coiled spring waiting to break. Ashley’s tongue cradled the underside of his cock as she gave him the best blowjob of his life. Her lips wrapped snugly around his shaft. Now she began to bob up and down. Her jaw rippled as her tongue slid against the silken-steel length of his hardness. The beautiful girl drooled and coated every inch of Brad’s cock with her saliva. Ashley’s mouth hugged his erection as she gradually impaled herself further and further with each downward bob. Soon she had reached almost the base of his cock. Struggling to breathe through her nose, Ashley persevered. The attractive brunette smelled the masculine scent of her lover and tasted his pre-cum as she bottomed out completely. Her nose pressed into his pubic curls. Her chin rested against his dangling balls as she sucked as fervently as humanly possible.
“That’s enough, bitch. I said that’s enough!” A hand abruptly yanked her head back by her ponytail. Ashley sputtered. Long strands of Brad’s pre-cum oozed from her bottom lip and chin. Brad’s contorted face looked as if he was trapped somewhere been rapture and agony.
“Stupid whore, I don’t want him coming yet!” Mladic barked. Ashley’s head hung, dejected, but Mladic jerked her chin up by pulling on her ponytail again. Ashley had no choice but to stare at her accomplishment. Brad’s cock sprouted upward, taller than ever. It now looked harder than ever, too, as it strained toward the ceiling. It glistened with her saliva. Dribbles of pre-cum clung to the crown of his dick. Part of her wanted to lick them up. ‘Oh god, what’s wrong with me?’ she thought, and realized that somehow during the process of giving her boyfriend oral pleasure, a thrum of need had grown in her as well.
“I’m s-sorry Master,” she whimpered as he yanked on her ponytail one more time.
“That’s enough cock-kissing for now, cunt. Watching you two has me horny again, and I think it’s MY turn to enjoy a good fuck-show. Stand up and mount your boyfriend’s prick. Get that pathetic dick in your pussy, bitch. NOW.”
Flabbergasted at the sudden change in command, Ashley awkwardly got to her feet.
“Yes, Master,” she mumbled, staring at Brad’s erection. She couldn’t believe that she was about to fuck her boyfriend in front of a complete stranger. Fresh waves of shame threatened to pull her under. She took a deep breath. Ashley tried to focus only on Brad. She focused on her love for him. The sexy girl focused only on that as she straddled his lap. Now she slowly sank herself onto his rigid spike of flesh. She sank onto him with ease. Her spit had lubed him up well, and now she began a rhythm. She began fucking on her boyfriend’s lap. Her feet arched while she sat on his lap, bouncing, fucking, impaling her pussy again and again in a gentle but constant cadence.
Mladic had disappeared, but he came back moments later. He positioned a cell phone behind them and seemed to be recording her now. ‘Oh god, could this get any more degrading?’ Ashley thought. Yes, her suspicion was right; the bastard was definitely filming this.
“Yes, keep fucking. Just like that, Ashley. Let me see those cunt lips slide up and down your boyfriend’s little dick.”
Brad’s cock was by no means little; if anything, he was well above average, but Ashley had the feeling that the man’s words were designed to inflict maximum humiliation, to debase them and make them feel like less than nothing. In that, their captor was succeeding all too well. Brad was staring now at where their two bodies were joined. His mouth hung open with lust, his libido clearly stirred to new heights as they fucked. Ashley couldn’t control herself much better. She felt a warmth spreading through her body. Her pussy sang with need now; the wetness coating Brad’s cock wasn’t just her saliva now. The young couple’s fragrant fluids began to mingle together. The alluring brunette felt maddening sensations as her moistening cunt coated Brad’s cock with its sweet nectar. Wet sounds of suction couldn’t be denied.
“Tell your boyfriend how much you love him,” Mladic shouted.
Brad’s gaze sharpened on Ashley. She pumped her pussy up and down him in time to their labored breaths.
“Brad, I love you so much. I’m sorry that this is happ-“
There was a loud SMACK. Ashley momentarily went still on Brad’s lap. Mladic’s palm had slapped against her left ass cheek, startling her but doing no harm.
“Did I tell you to apologize, you stupid bitch? NO. You do what I say, when I say it – no more. Got it?” Now he pressed his handgun to Brad’s forehead. “Unless you want to watch him die. In fact, I kind of like the idea of killing him and making you watch while his cock is still inside you.”
“NO! I’ll do what you say. I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry! This slave bitch is stupid and it takes her a while to understand what you want. Please! Look, you wanted a fuck-show. I’m giving you a fuck-show!” Ashley began humping as fast as she could. It was difficult, with her hands cuffed behind her, to impale herself on Brad’s cock with full force, but she managed to fuck him with renewed zeal all the same. Satisfied for now, Mladic removed the gun and took a step back. He watched, critically, for the next few minutes. Occasionally he would tell Ashley to moan, or he would tell Brad to talk dirty to her, telling him exactly what to say. On cue, the two obeyed him without question. Mladic had become the director of his own personal porn film.
“Now tell her that she’s a worthless cunt and you hope she dies pregnant with her rapist’s child.”
Those awful, twisted words could not have been more, obscene, more hurtful. That was the intent, though. Mladic didn’t want to just torture and rape the two of them; he wanted to break them.
“Look into her eyes when you say it too, lover-boy.”
Brad’s eyes looked like he was being knifed again and again with every syllable. Ashley’s cunt felt every inch of Brad’s cock as she looked into his eyes and heard the despicable words tumble from his lips.
“Y-you’re a worthless cunt. I hope you…I hope you die pregnant with your rapist’s child.”
“Say it with FEELING, Brad,” Mladic interrupted. Grabbing Ashley by the ponytail again, he jerked her head back and thrust the barrel of the handgun against the girl’s right breast. “This could get messy, but I suppose YOU watching HER die with your cock still inside her hot pussy would be kind of a turn-on for me too.”
Brad’s pleading eyes were now leaking tears. He looked at Ashley.
“You’re a worthless cunt! I hope you die pregnant with your rapist’s child!” Brad’s frantic shout rang out convincingly. At last, Mladic seemed satisfied. He withdrew the gun for the last time, put it away, and went back to seeing how his little sex film was progressing.
“The helpless boy-toy and slave-bitch in today’s video,” he intoned, for the benefit of future audiences, “include one Brad Wilson and Ashley Geocaris. These two budding porn stars know how to please their Master’s every twisted whim, and they have much, MUCH more yet to learn.” Now turning from the narration of the video back to the action at hand, he finally gave them the permission they had subconsciously been waiting for.
“OK, you two lovebirds, it’s CUMMING time. That’s right. Fuck him to the finish line, bitch. Come on. Make him come in thirty seconds or my whip will be kissing your backside.”
At first, Ashley almost didn’t hear him. She was preoccupied, too worried for her boyfriend. Ashley could easily ignore the words Mladic had forced Brad to say. She knew Brad didn’t mean one single syllable of what that vile man had made him say to her. But somehow she knew that being forced to say the words had hurt Brad more than her. Ashley knew that Brad’s sense of self-worth was fraying and dissolving more by the second, as this man continued to make them sex-puppets in his own diabolical and sadistic fantasies made flesh. Now she had to shove all those concerns aside, though, and concentrate on one thing. Obedience.
“Yes Master,” Ashley moaned, speeding up the tempo as she humped on Brad’s lap. Her cunt lips clung to his cock snugly. Her cute ass bounced on his lap now. “Please come in me, baby,” she purred. “Make my pussy sticky with your seed. I love you, Brad. Now show me how much you love me. Come deep inside me,” she begged. Her sex slid up and down faster now, furiously. The wetness leaking from her cunt had completely coated her boyfriend’s shaft. Some of it even streamed all the way to his balls, like the tributary from a vast river. She fucked him like a cowgirl on steroids despite having her wrists cuffed behind her. She almost tipped backward now, she was fucking him so brazenly, impaling herself with jarring lunges.
“Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me, oh yes! Please!” Ashley moaned, not wanting to feel the whip. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mladic take down a three-tongued whip from the wall. He slowly uncoiled it. “Brad, please hurry baby! Please!!” Brad’s delirious, libido-enshrouded face showed that he was close, but somehow he couldn’t quite pull the trigger. Sometimes Brad had problems with this – the opposite of premature ejaculation. Sometimes it took him forever to come. And now, of all times, was the worst time for that problem to crop up. ‘No,’ Ashley thought, desperate, ‘not now. Please Brad…oh god!’
The slender, bouncing brunette watched as Mladic raised his wrist and, with a flick, sent the whip’s tendrils hurtling forward. The three leather tongues lashed perfectly across the 20-year-old’s shapely ass cheeks.
“AAAAAYYY!!!!!” she screamed. The sudden pain had the effect of making Ashley grind her pussy harder on Brad’s cock. Only later would she see the three perfect stripes – red welts – which had formed on her once pristine ass. Now, as if Ashley’s cry had caused a surge in Brad’s libido, he began to seize up too.
“UGGGHHH!!!” Brad groaned. “I’m coming! Please stop whipping her, I’m coming!” he shouted. His eyes rolled up in his head as his cock twitched and fountained its precious cargo deep into his girlfriend’s soft folds. Ashley felt the warmth of his cum blasting through her insides, and it was a strange contrast to the lingering sting she felt along her ass. Brad’s cock kept twitching for several more seconds, firing salvo after salvo of sperm. Finally, the girl’s tainted pussy was fully coated with the jism of the two most important men in her life – both the man she loved and the man who controlled her. Ashley slowed her humping and stilled on her boyfriend’s lap. With his cock still nestled in her velvety haven, Ashley leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. They began to kiss even though both knew it was risky to do anything without this psycho’s permission. But it was as if their instincts had taken over, their love for each other determined to somehow manifest in some gesture in the midst of their brokenness.
“All right, all right. Enough of that lovey-dovey shit,” Mladic interrupted. He coiled Ashley’s ponytailed hair around his finger and used it to jerk her head back; it was fast becoming his favorite gesture of control over her. She looked up at him.
“Can we please rest now, Master?” If he wouldn’t let them go, perhaps he would at least give them a reprieve. Maybe they could use the time to come up with a plan, arrange secret signals in case an opportunity came along to escape.
Mladic scowled. “You think getting fucked and then fucking your pencil-dicked boyfriend means you deserve rest? We’re just getting started, cunt. And as you may have noticed, you and your boy-toy’s impressive fuck-show has had the desired effect.” Mladic brandished his fully reinvigorated cock. “Now it’s time for my favorite part.”
Favorite part? Ashley trembled as the hawk-faced man pulled her off of Brad’s lap. He thrust her onto the bed, then re-cuffed her wrists to the headboard, forcing her to kneel doggy-style and present her exposed holes.
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Don’t you remember, slut? I promised you an ass-fuck.”
Oh god. Not that. She had never done anal. Brad had never even posed the idea. That was too…no, that was just wrong.
Mladic knelt into position behind the slender girl. He stroked her backside, and she winced as his fingers traveled along the contours of each welt. Next, he rested his erect shaft along the cleft between Ashley’s ass cheeks.
“This is going to HURT, bitch. I hope you like pain…and bleeding. I’ll tear this ass up good, don’t you worry. Yes, you’ll feel every inch of me in that tight little ass.”
Ashley looked frantically over her shoulder at him.
“Please Master, you’re too big! It won’t fit. I’ve never done anal before. Oh god, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything, just don’t ass-fuck me. I’m begging you.”
Mladic’s eyebrow arched. “You’re ‘begging’ me, are you?” he said with a note of teasing in his voice. “I love it when hot, sexy, helpless bitches BEG. Tell me what you would be willing to do to avoid being ass-raped. Paint me a picture,” he added.
She began babbling about sucking his cock, fucking him again, all kinds of nasty things, whatever came into her head, yet nothing too beyond the pale. But when he interrupted her with a question, it almost made her heart stop.
“Would you wear a strap-on dildo and fuck your boyfriend in the ass, Ashley? Would you do that to save yourself from a cruel ass-rape? Hm?”
Ashley froze. She didn’t know what to say. She knew that to say ‘Yes’ would make her complicit in her boyfriend’s torment and rape in a way that she could never forgive herself for. And she couldn’t imagine how it would make poor Brad feel, knowing that she would sacrifice him to save herself. Stuck with no good options, Ashley hesitated.
“Ah, so your desperation has limits, eh? I can admire that in a slave. Looks like your ass is getting punctured today after all.” He proceeded to let a generous dollop of spit drop into her anus. He rubbed it around a little. She felt the invasion of just the tip of his finger and shuddered. Even that tiny invasion felt unwanted and unbearably large in her ass. She couldn’t imagine an entire cock fitting into her there.
“Please, you’ll kill me,” she whimpered. “It won’t fit.”
“Hm. I’ll make it fit. Of course…” The telltale pause indicated that she had an opening.
“What is it? I’ll do it. Anything!”
“Well, you’ve already proven yourself a liar on that, but I’ll give you one more chance. If you beg me to ass-fuck you. If you moan and make it good for me, and if you scream out how much you love my cock in your ass… if you promise to do all those things, then I can be generous. If you promise to do that, I’ll get some proper oil lubricant for your ass before we begin. Are we in agreement?”
“You sick bastard, leave her alone!” Brad interrupted. But he was helpless and he knew it. Sullenly, he could do nothing but watch and listen as his girlfriend tried to negotiate the niceties of her own rape. Mladic and Ashley ignored his outburst.
“OK, I promise,” Ashley said, biting her lip and hating herself more than she thought possible. “Please fuck me in the ass, Master. Please, I need… I need your cock in my ass.” She couldn’t believe that she could force out those words, but she managed it. There was a good reason she had never wanted to do anal. Ashley’s roommate during her freshman year, Vicky, had tried anal with her boyfriend; they had gotten too rough, he had torn her, and they had had to take her to the hospital. Just the thought of that made Ashley shiver.
“All right, slut. You’re holding up your end of the bargain. I’ll hold up mine.” Ashley watched over her shoulder as Mladic retrieved a vial with some type of clear oil. He began to slather it up and down his massive erection. “I’m not hearing any pleading, bitch… Why did you go silent on me?”
Staring at his gigantic cock, Ashley obeyed.
“Please rape my ass. Please, I need your cock…” She even wiggled her ass enticingly, wondering if that would please him. She continued to say the vile things he wanted to hear while he finished making his preparations. When she felt him pour some of the lubricant into her anus, she shuddered with relief. He spread it around carefully until her ass was fully lubricated. Now he re-positioned. Now he rested his slick penis against the cleft of her ass again.
“Ready now, bitch?”
“Yes, Master.” She gritted her teeth and prayed for endurance as her captor slowly positioned the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock at her wrinkled little opening. He pressed just the tip against her anus. Only the tip of his cock snuck in, and already Ashley felt as if she was completely full. The invasion of just the tip of his cockhead almost had her panicking. She tried to breathe. She tried to stop the tears that wanted to start flowing freely down her face. “Please be gentle, Master.”
“What was that, slave? I said I wanted to hear you singing my praises, how much you love cock in your ass… none of this ‘gentle’ BS. Understood!?”
Quickly correcting herself, Ashley moaned. “Yes Master…I love taking cocks up my ass.” ‘You sick bastard,’ she thought, ‘I hope you die…and if I can find a way to turn the tables on you, I will.’ But she knew the inward threat was just that – a threat – and an empty one at that. She knew nothing about how to fight, and neither did Brad. The two were athletes, yes, but that wasn’t the same thing. She had to be resigned to her ordeal, at least for now. Instead, she waited patiently, agonizingly, as he slowly pushed the first inch and a half of his massive man-meat into her. Oh god, she had never felt so full. It felt like… well, she didn’t even want to dwell on it. She tried to focus on anything else. She stared at the plaster wall and willed herself mentally to some other place.
It didn’t work. As Mladic abruptly and violently forced four more inches of his cock into the girl’s ass, Ashley screamed.
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The End, For Now…
AUTHOR NOTE:
I hope you enjoyed chapter three of Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted. Comments are welcome. In chapter 4 we’ll find out why Ashley and her boyfriend were targeted, and much more… Thank you also to readers who have given helpful feedback so far. As always, remember that this is a work of fiction and all characters are 18 years or older. Sexstories is a great safe space to indulge your darker fantasies. Never be ashamed to explore your dark side.
Hugs,
~Kitty -->
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