"Taken At A Reststop" written by lunalupo
Author: Vulgus, reprinted with his permission
This is a dark, nasty, disturbing story containing page after
page of perversion. It is not for the faint of heart. The first
of it was written and posted several months ago and in response
to a surprising number of requests, I wrote a sequel. It is
included here. Please don't try to read this if you don't have a
strong stomach. And no, for the more nave among you, this is not
a true story and no animals were harmed the in the making of this
story.
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.
We left home late this morning. My husband and I were taking a
couple of weeks off and driving from our home in Northern Vermont
to Florida. We had planned to leave early this morning and stop
for the first night just south of Pennsylvania. Unfortunately,
that wasn't how it worked out.
We had the car packed last night with everything but our
toiletries and our pillows. We always travel with our own
pillows. When we got up this morning we took quick showers and
dressed and went outside, planning on having breakfast down the
road somewhere. My husband, Jim, took the toiletry bag out to the
car and I was going around the house one last time to make sure
nothing was left on that shouldn't be.
I went outside to find Jim unloading the trunk. We had a flat
tire! I helped him as much as I could, which wasn't much. It
seems like most of our suitcases weigh more than I do. He got the
spare tire and the jack out and changed the tire. Once the tire
had been changed we discussed it and decided that the prudent
thing to do would be to replace the tire so that we would have a
spare. We didn't want to get stuck on the side of the road
without. Since the trunk was already unloaded the time to do that
was now. I waited on the porch, impatiently, as Jim rushed into
town and waited for our small town's only service station to open
and get the tire replaced.
By the time he had returned and we had loaded the trunk again we
were almost three hours late. The problem with that is, we knew
from past experience that it can be very difficult when traveling
south on I-81 to find a motel room at night in Pennsylvania. On
one previous trip we had ended up driving through the state,
although we were exhausted. The last time we had ended up taking
a nap in a rest stop, not very restful.
Sure enough, because of our late start, we ended up, after
looking for a room at several exits, giving up and stopping for a
short nap at a rest stop. It was a typical rest stop. We parked
in a well lit area near the restrooms. Not good for sleeping, but
safer. There were other cars and trucks and RVs in the parking
lot, it seemed safe.
We put our seats all the way back and put the seat backs down as
far as they would go and tried to sleep. Jim finally dozed off
but after about half an hour I got the urge to go to the ladies
room. I quietly opened my door and slid out, careful not to wake
Jim, and went up the sidewalk and used the facilities. I came
back out and there was no sign of trouble until I opened the door
and sat down. I didn't even realize at first that my seatback was
now upright. I was too sleepy I guess.
The first sign I had that we were in trouble was when I looked to
see if Jim was awake and I saw him sitting with his eyes wide
open and a gun was held to his head. I started to scream, but
before I could a hand came around from the back and clamped over
my mouth firmly.
I tried to bite the hand and struggled to get free of it, but I
heard a loud click as the man holding the gun to Jim's head
cocked it. I froze and the man behind me asked me, "Are you ready
to behave, or do you want this young fella's brains splattered
all over the windshield?"
I froze. I stopped struggling and slumped down in my seat. The
man behind me cautiously took his hand away and when I was quiet,
he sat back in his seat and left me alone.
The man behind Jim said, "Do you guys see how this works? One of
you fucks up, the other one gets hurt, or worse. You do what you
are told, when you are told and maybe you live to tell the police
later. Or not, depends on my mood, so you better be nice to me."
I was so scared I thought I was going to throw up. I looked at
Jim and saw that he had an ugly bruise on his forehead. It
suddenly struck me, "Oh my god, I left the car door unlocked!
Shit, I let these criminals in!" I started crying and Jim tried
to hold me, but the man behind him stopped him.
"Let the bitch cry," he said. "I like the sound. It's pleasant,
like a brook running through your back yard. You might as well
get used to it. She'll probably be making that sound a lot."
He ordered Jim to start the car and pull up behind a large RV at
the far end of the parking lot. It was parked all by itself in
the dark under some overhanging tree branches. Jim hesitated for
just a second and suddenly a leather strap, a belt, came over the
top of my seat and over my neck and I was being strangled.
"Alright," Jim yelled, as he started the car. "Alright, I'm doing
it!"
The strap around my throat loosened, but didn't go away. Jim
pulled up to the back of the RV and then, following directions,
he got out slowly. The man sitting behind him got out and
followed Jim, with gun drawn, as he made Jim precede him into the
RV. I tried to see him as he followed Jim around the vehicle but
it was dark. I could tell that he seemed large, sturdy, but I
couldn't tell anything else about him.
As soon as he was out of sight I felt a hand come around the seat
and begin to explore my left breast. I jumped, but the belt
tightened and I offered no resistance. I wasn't wearing a bra. I
normally do, of course, but on long trips I find that they make
it impossible to get comfortable towards the end of the day, so I
had left it off this morning.
The man behind me realized it right away and said, "Good girl! I
appreciate your making it easier for me by not wearing a damned
bra. I tell you what, how about if you lift that fucking shirt up
over your tits so I can get a good feel."
I was terrified, and it made it so much worse that he seemed to
be so calm and in control. My hands shook as I lifted my polo
shirt up over my chest and held it under my chin.
Instantly the hot, sweaty hand began exploring my flesh, now
unhindered by the material of my thin top. He cupped my breast
and lifted it in his hand as though weighing it. Then he began
pinching and pulling on my nipple, not hurting me, just toying
with me. I could only sit quietly with my eyes pressed closed and
allow him to do anything he wished.
The man that had taken Jim inside finally came back out and
opened my door. He smiled down at me, obviously enjoying the
sight of my breasts, and the evidence of my surrender. I glanced
at his face and did not like what I saw. He appeared to be around
forty years old. His face was weathered and he appeared to be in
very good shape. He looked strong, and he looked evil. I could
hope that he was putting on a show for me, but I didn't think
that was the case. He looked like the sort of person the
detectives are always looking for on TV, evil.
He reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.
He wasn't holding the gun now, but he knew I wasn't going
anywhere. He led me to the door of the RV and pushed me inside.
When I was half way in I saw Jim tied to a chair and gagged. I
guess he must have struggled because now it looked like his lip
was cut.
I had hesitated when I saw my husband tied to the chair and the
man behind me put his hand on my backside and pushed me inside.
He followed me in and pushed me into a chair. My hands were
handcuffed to the bottom of the chair and a rag was taped in my
mouth. Then he went back outside and I heard noises in the back
of the RV. I had seen the tow dolly attached to the back of the
RV. They were hooking up our car. I didn't know if that was good
or bad.
I looked at Jim. Jim was normally my tower of strength. It
terrified me that he looked beaten. We seemed to be totally
helpless, totally hopeless. It was horrible, I kept feeling dizzy
and I was afraid I was going to faint.
Before long the two men who had taken us came in. The one that
had been playing with my breast came in second, behind the larger
man that seemed to be in control. He stopped to pinch my nipple
and smile down at me and I saw him for the first time.
He was much like the first man; in fact they looked like they
might be brothers. They were both tall, rough looking, sturdy,
strong, and, as I said, evil. They both had a very scary look in
their eyes whenever I had the nerve to look one of them in the
eyes.
The second one, he appeared to be slightly younger, late thirties
I guess, walked up front and got in the driver's seat. In a few
minutes the RV was driving down the Interstate in the dark, with
my husband and I held helpless in the back.
They ignored us for a while, both of them sitting up front and
talking quietly. They drove for nearly an hour before they pulled
off the Interstate and into a gas station. They filled up the
fuel tank and the older one came back out with a couple of cups
of coffee and soon they were driving down the secondary roads and
I had no idea where we were going.
I was exhausted, but much too scared to doze off. I couldn't see
anything in the dark outside. Every time I looked at our captors
I got a feeling of terror in the pit of my stomach. So I just sat
with my head resting on the seat back and stared at the ceiling.
I finally noticed a light coming from the microwave oven and saw
that it was four in the morning. Not long after that the driver
slowed and pulled off the road, driving slowly through the trees
on a very rough trail. I had the impression that we were a long
way from anything.
He drove slowly through the woods for about five minutes and
finally came to a stop. I looked outside but it was pitch black
and I couldn't see a thing.
The two men that had taken us stood up and stretched. The driver
went into the back and I heard him using the bathroom. The other
one, the older one, the more evil of the two if I was correct,
stood looking down at me. At last he reached into his pocket and
dug out the key and leaned down and unlocked my handcuffs.
My arms were free now, but I had no place to go. I sat, waiting
for whatever was to happen next. I was long past hoping I would
not be raped. Now I was just praying that we would not be killed.
I was not so stupid that I did not know that they would rape me.
The one in charge spoke quietly to me. "Do you remember what I
told you back at the rest stop?" I was too terrified to think and
he must have seen the blank look in my eyes. "I told you that
anytime either of you does something I don't like, or doesn't do
what they are told, the other one pays for it. Do you remember
now?"
I nodded. I still had the gag in my mouth.
"Do you believe me?" he asked.
There was absolutely no question in my mind that they would take
pleasure in hurting us, or killing us, as the spirit moved them.
I nodded again.
"Smart girl," he said. "I'm going to take that gag off now. You
don't make a sound, not one peep. You don't speak unless spoken
to. I don't want to hear a who, a what, a why, or a where come
out of your mouth."
I nodded my understanding and he ripped the tape off of my mouth
and pulled the cloth out and tossed it onto the counter nearby. I
took a couple of deep breaths and licked my dry lips. I kept
swallowing, trying to get some moisture in my mouth.
The man that had been driving came back out from the bathroom and
the one who had been doing the talking said, "This is my little
brother Luke. My name is JT. You can call us both Sir, when we
let you speak, which won't be often. Now I was serious about
that, I consider unauthorized talking a serious offense and I
promise you that both of you will regret it if I catch you. That
means talking between you, too."
I nodded my understanding and he continued, "Good, you seem like
a real smart girl. Maybe there is just a slight chance you two
will come out of this okay. Now, I would like for you to stand
up," and he paused while I struggled to my feet and tried to
stand on legs that quivered in terror.
When I was standing at last he continued, "Good girl, now, take
those clothes off for me."
It certainly came as no surprise, but still I wasn't sure how I
was going to get through it. I took a deep breath, hesitating for
only a second and suddenly he swung around and hit Jim with the
back of his hand violently. I screamed and he grabbed my throat
and held me so that only my toes touched the floor. "What did I
tell you about not obeying" he asked conversationally.
That was part of what made this so terrifying, made them so evil.
They acted like kidnapping people and hurting them were just
things that everyone did. This was all just a part of their
normal everyday lives, just another day at work.
I struggled with my polo shirt, while I still dangled from his
fingers. Finally he released me and I pulled my shirt over my
head and dropped it in the chair behind me.
"Damn," he said to his brother. "Not much in the tit
department."
Luke grinned and said, "They felt just fine to me, JT."
I kicked off my sandals and slid my loose fitting shorts and my
panties down together and stepped out of them. I stood back up
and waited with my hands at my sides for whatever was going to
happen next.
JT stared at me for a moment, and then he went up front and
picked up my purse from the consol between the front seats. I
hadn't even seen them bring it in. He dug around in it and pulled
out my wallet and pulled out my driver's license. He held it up
and looked at my license and looked at me and read, "Jean Davis,
Star Route, Littleton, Vermont, born July 17th, 1984. That would
make you twenty-two, right?" I nodded and he read on. "Five foot
four inches, 114 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. And if there had
been a block on here for 'cute little thing' they would have had
to check that too. Your tits are a little small, but you are a
good looking little thing."
"How long have you been married?" he asked.
"Two years next week," I answered, not much louder than a
whisper.
JT suddenly swung around and drove the back of his hand into
Jim's face again. I screamed and he turned back around and
grinned at me and, seeing the obvious confusion in my face said,
"Sir! Two years next week, SIR! Damn girl, I hope you start
learning faster than you have been, your poor old man is having a
hard time here."
"We've been married two years next week sir." I said again. Oh
god, poor Jim. I was trying so hard to do what they wanted!
JT smiled and said, "That's better. Now, come over here. Let's
check you out and see what we have to work with."
I was only a few feet away from him. This was a very large and
obviously very expensive RV, but still, there is only so much
room to play with. I edged closer and he watched me, enjoying my
terror, feeding on it like a vampire. When I was close enough he
reached out and roughly squeezed and pulled on my breasts. I
winced in pain, but I didn't try to protect myself. He mauled my
breasts for a few minutes and then he concentrated on my nipples.
He pulled them out as far as they would go and then moved them
around in all different directions. Squeezing and pulling and
staring into my eyes to feed off of my pain.
I tried not to look at Jim, who was seated so that I was being
manhandled right in front of him. JT looked down at him and saw
that his eyes were closed and said to me, "What's your hubby's
name little lady?"
"Jim sir," I answered instantly.
JT looked down at Jim and in the voice you would expect from a
concerned teacher talking to a student he said, "Jimmy, boy. I
don't want to look down and see your eyes closed again. You pay
attention to what's going on here, alright?"
Jim muttered what sounded like it must have been, "Yes sir,"
through his gag and then opened his eyes and watched JT molest me
as he had been ordered.
JT smiled and said, "Good boy." Then he reached down and shoved a
couple of fingers into my pussy, roughly, as though trying to
hurt me. I grunted, but didn't move. I was surprised that my
pussy didn't seem to be dry. I certainly wasn't turned on. I
suppose it must be my body's natural reaction to the things that
were happening. Still it was embarrassing when JT pulled his
fingers out and showed them to his brother Luke and to my husband
and kidded about how much fun I was having.
He put his fingers back in my pussy and moved them around and
said, "Still nice and tight." He looked at Luke and said, "This
is some prime pussy, Luke."
After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of me and turned me
around and ordered me to bend down and put my hands flat on the
floor and spread my legs shoulder width apart.
I did as he instructed and I could feel the eyes of all three of
them on my exposed privates. Luke chuckled and said, "God damn! I
can't wait to get me some of that!"
I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks as first one and then
both brothers explored my body from the back. Fingers poked and
prodded, delving deeply into my pussy and even forcing themselves
into my butt. I didn't move though, I didn't object. Except for
an occasional grunt of pain, I stayed down and stayed quiet and
tried to divorce my mind from what was happening to me.
I heard the obvious sound of clothing being removed and I could
tell that the older brother was undressing while Luke continued
to explore my body energetically.
When JT was undressed Luke stepped back and watched as JT ordered
me stand up and turn around. I obeyed instantly, wavering
slightly as I stood because so much of my blood had gone to my
head in this awkward position. When I was standing JT pulled me
close and kissed me passionately. I knew better than to resist. I
forced myself to return his kiss, fully aware that if JT wasn't
satisfied that Jim would suffer for it.
As JT held me close and our tongues entwined he continued to
explore my body with his large, rough hands. He began sawing one
hand up and down my slit and I started moving my hips in
response. He was intelligent enough to know that I was doing what
I had to do, but he broke the kiss and smiled up at his brother
and said, "Damn Luke, look at her go! This bitch is hot!"
I prayed that Jim realized that I was doing what I had to do so
that he wouldn't be hurt. I felt JT pressing on my shoulders and
I dropped to my knees. His cock was right in my face, hard and
red and throbbing. It appeared to be about the same size as my
husband's, seven inches, and so, not all that threatening. At
least that was what I tried to convince myself.
I didn't wait to be told. I reached up with my hands to take hold
of his cock, but he slapped my hands away and said, "A little
later I'll want you to use your fingers to tickle my balls, other
than that you don't need them."
I parted my lips and, although I am not very good at it, I did my
best to please him with my mouth. I did it from time to time for
Jim, but I didn't really care for it. It seemed like such a nasty
thing to do. Of course I never let him ejaculate in my mouth. I
knew, however, that JT and Luke were not going to be as
understanding.
JT let me struggle with his cock in my mouth for a few moments. I
am reasonably sure that he was enjoying my discomfort more than
the actual stimulation he received from my lips and tongue. It
wasn't long before the stimulation my clumsy efforts provided
were inadequate and he grabbed my head and started forcing
himself deeper. In seconds he was forcing his cock much deeper
than I had ever experienced before and I was gagging and the
tears were flowing down my cheeks anew. But still I didn't
resist. I struggled to breathe and let him do anything he wanted
and much to my shock I suddenly found myself with his cock all
the way down my throat!
JT looked at Jim and said, "Ain't that pretty? I knew she could
do it. Yeah baby, that's what I like. Keep doing that."
He released his hold on my head and let me continue on my own.
With great difficulty and a lot of pain I was able to continue to
force my lips down to the smelly, sweaty base of his cock on
every stroke now. JT leaned back and watched my struggles with
obvious pleasure. It wasn't long before he started groaning and
at last he grabbed my head. I could tell that he was about to
ejaculate and so I brought my hand up and tickled his balls while
he held my face buried in his stomach as he ejaculated into my
throat.
I forced myself not to resist and remained there, struggling to
get enough oxygen until he finally pulled his cock out of my
throat and then, after I had caught the last few drops of his cum
on my tongue he pulled it out of my mouth altogether.
I had been preoccupied and had not noticed that Luke was naked
now. Not until JT moved away and Luke took his place. Luke's cock
was fractionally longer and just a tiny bit thicker. It wasn't as
if he was threatening me with some monster cock, but I had just
been used very roughly and it was hard to continue without a
moment's rest. As I expected though, there would be no rest.
Luke didn't give me a chance to suck his cock. As soon as the
head of his cock was in my mouth he grabbed my head and started
fucking my face forcefully. On the second thrust he was all the
way down my throat and all I could do was try to time my breaths
between his savage strokes. I didn't even notice the terrible,
unclean smell coming from him until the very end when he held me
just as JT had and shot his slimy cum down my throat. I took
comfort in the fact that he had not lasted very long. Neither of
them had. I assumed that there would be many more opportunities
for them to take their time and increase my suffering.
Luke finally pulled his organ from my mouth but I was too scared
to move. I stayed just as I was until someone told me what I
should do next. It didn't take long. Luke moved over to the chair
I had been handcuffed to and sat on my clothes.
JT came back around and I saw that he was already hard again. He
put his cock back in my poor, tired mouth, but when I started to
take it down like he had made me do last time he stopped me and
just let me hold the head of it in my mouth. "Yeah baby, that's
good. You are turning out to be easier to train that I thought
you would. That was some good head. I bet you didn't even know
what a good cocksucker you were did you?"
I shook my head gently.
"That's okay," he said, "You can thank me later. Now it's time to
see just how good that pussy of yours is. He stepped back and
ordered me to stretch out on the floor in front of my husband. I
obeyed instantly and JT knelt between my knees and started
licking my thighs and my stomach before he centered on my slit
and ate me with much more flair than I would have expected from
him. I fought it with all of my will but within minutes I was
lifting my hips to meet his tongue and finally shuddering as I
came with his mouth pressed over my pussy and his tongue buried
deeply in my slit.
I felt so guilty. I knew I could never look Jim in the eye again.
Letting that cretin give me an orgasm was much worse than letting
both of them cum in my mouth. He stared up at me over my heaving
breasts and as soon as I started to relax and come back down from
my orgasm he moved over me and looked into my face and ordered me
to put his cock in my slit. I obeyed and he held it in place for
a minute while, at his further instruction I licked my juices
from his face. Then he started fucking me. Slowly at first, then
with increasing violence until he was thrusting in and out of me
with astonishing force and speed. It hurt, but it was impossible
to ignore the sensations in my swollen pussy and soon I was
cumming again.
When I finally became aware that I was holding him tightly in my
arms and squeezing him with my legs I almost screamed in dismay.
He had cum shortly after I had and when I opened my eyes he was
staring at me smugly.
"Yeah, you are one hot cunt, aren't you baby. We are going to get
along just fine."
I could only cry softly and say, "Yes sir."
JT got off of me and walked up my body on his knees until his
semi hard, slimy male organ was dangling at my lips. "One of your
jobs, bitch, will be to always clean off the cock that has just
pleasured you, then you kiss it and say thank you sir."
I opened my mouth and lifted my head, taking JT's cock in my
mouth. I managed to control my gagging and suck his nasty cock
clean. Then I let it slip from between my lips and kissed the
head softly and said, "Thank you sir."
At last he lifted off of me and as soon as he was out of the way
his brother fell on me heavily. He had obviously not learned
anything from watching his older brother. His attack was violent
and totally lacking in style. I thought to myself, "This is the
kind of attack that the word 'fuck' was meant to describe. It was
nothing but brutal and degrading. Of course, he was not in the
least concerned with my feelings or opinions and he was not doing
it to please me.
I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. Fortunately
it didn't take long. Luke came in me, and then he collapsed on
top of me and caught his breath while robbing me of my own.
He finally rolled off and leaned back against a chair and sat
staring at me. I was in my own little world, trying to deal with
what I was being put through. Fortunately though, I remembered
just in time what I was required to do.
I sat up and crawled over between Luke's legs and took his smelly
cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. I finally released it and
kissed it and said, "Thank you sir." As I sat back up it occurred
to me that his cock was probably the cleanest part of his filthy
body.
The light coming through the RV windows caught my eye and I was
shocked to see that it was morning. I looked at Jim and then at
JT and tried to think of some way to ease Jim's suffering. He
must be dying of thirst and probably had to go to the bathroom. I
had to take a chance.
I raised my hand and when JT looked at me questioningly I pointed
to my mouth and then brought my hands together to plead for
permission to speak.
He grinned and said, "Well, now I have to figure out if you want
to suck my cock again or are you asking to speak." He watched my
discomfort and then finally relented and said, "Alright slut,
what do you want?"
I said, "Thank you sir. Please sir, can I please take the gag out
of my husband's mouth and give him some water sir. Please sir, he
won't do anything stupid, he doesn't want to see me get hurt."
JT smiled and asked, "That's all you want?"
I decided I might as well go for broke. "Sir, he probably needs
to go to the bathroom. He has been tied up for a very long
time."
JT said, "I guess we can work something out, but just remember,
if you want to get something, you always have to give
something."
"Yes sir," I said, "anything you want."
"Luke," JT said. "Untie our boy here and let him go to the
bathroom. Then let him have a bottle of water."
"No problem bro," Luke said genially.
It took him almost five minutes to set Jim free from his
bindings. It took Jim several tries to stand up. He finally made
his way to the bathroom, using the counters and walls to support
himself. He was led back in a few minutes and Luke grabbed a
bottle of water from the refrigerator. He led Jim to the chair I
had been riding in and after Jim sat down he gulped down nearly
half the water immediately. JT took a length of rope and put it
around Jim's neck and draped it down the back of the chair and
attached it to the bottom of the chair. Once Jim had finished the
bottle of water JT instructed Luke to attach the hand cuffs to
his wrists.
It was cruel, but at least he was free of those tightly wound
ropes that had held him so cruelly for the last few hours.
Once Jim was handcuffed JT said, "Alright, time to get some rest.
I get her today. You get her tomorrow, okay Luke?"
Luke was sated. He had already gotten a blowjob and fucked me
violently. He had no problem deferring to his older brother who
he obviously worshipped. I was not certain, but I was starting to
think that Luke might be just a little bit off. But then, they
had just kidnapped and raped me, how normal could they be?
JT pushed me along into the little bedroom in the back of the RV
while Luke stretched out on the small sofa.
I thought I would have a short rest, since, like his brother, JT
has just had two orgasms in close order. It turns out that I had
a lot to learn about these two sex fiends. I knelt on the bed and
started to crawl up toward the head when JT stopped me. "Jesus
cunt, you're leaking cum all over the fucking place. What a
pig!"
Yeah, it's all my fault asshole!
He pulled me back to my feet and made me stand with one foot up
on the bed and scoop up the cum leaking from my pussy and eat it.
JT and his brother had really enjoyed me, judging by the amount
of ejaculate dripping from my pussy and running down my thighs. I
gagged a couple of times, but I managed to swallow it all.
Finally JT had satisfied himself that I had consumed all that I
could from my body, and then he sent me into the tiny little
bathroom and let me use the facilities and wash up a little. I
also took the opportunity to rinse out my mouth, for all the good
it did. As soon as I returned to the bedroom I was kneeling with
my mouth on JT's cock and his hand buried in my crotch.
It took much longer this time, but I remembered to tickle his
balls when he started to cum, and I remembered to lick him clean
and thank him properly. Finally I was allowed to sleep. I had
been awake for most of the last twenty-four hours and I had been
kidnapped and raped repeatedly and I was exhausted. Despite our
desperate situation I slept like a log until late afternoon.
When I finally woke up I had to go to the bathroom but I was
afraid to move without permission. I was afraid he might think I
was trying to escape or something. Time flies awfully slowly when
you have to go to the bathroom. Even though I dreaded whatever
the day would bring, I was desperate for JT to wake up and allow
me to go to the toilet.
When he finally got up he dragged me along with him to the
bathroom. I watched, reluctantly, as he stood at the toilet and
emptied his bladder. I saw him watching me fidget beside him. I
knew that it was obvious what I wanted.
As soon as he was finished he pulled me in front of him and sat
me down on the toilet seat that he had just finished spraying
with urine. I cringed as my butt hit the wet seat, but as soon as
I was seated my bladder let go. I closed my eyes in relief, and
was surprised when I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes
and saw his cock dangling right in my face, drops of urine still
clinging to the end. I opened my mouth and he placed his soft
cock on my tongue. I closed my mouth and started sucking gently
and soon his cock was rock hard.
I expected him to start forcing it into my throat, but instead he
led me back out to the living area and bent me down so that I was
leaning on the chair that Jim was chained to. My face was just
inches from my husband's when JT drove his cock into my pussy
from behind. I was not lubricated like I had been last night, or
rather this morning, and it hurt like hell. But I made no sounds
but the grunts of pain as he fucked me. When he finally erupted
inside of me he pulled out slowly and I turned around and dropped
to my knees and sucked his cock clean. Then I kissed it and
thanked him as instructed.
Luke had sat up on the couch to watch and JT sat down beside him.
They just stared at me for a moment and then JT pointed to my
crotch. I looked down and saw his cum oozing out of me and I
scooped it up and ate it.
"Good girl," JT said. "In fact, you have been so good I am going
to let your darling husband go to the bathroom. Luke, take the
wimp outside and let him do his business. When you get back I'll
let you get a morning blowjob before she starts work."
Luke unlocked Jim's wrists and unfastened the rope around his
throat and pushed him through the door roughly. While they were
outside JT said, "After you take care of Luke I want you to make
breakfast. Then you can clean up the bathroom, you made a mess of
the toilet seat. After that you can go through the closets and
throw away all the clothes you find." My blood chilled when he
said, "The old owners won't need them anymore. I'll go through
the drawers, don't want you to have to do all the work."
Luke brought Jim back inside and put him back in the chair and
fastened his wrists again. As soon as Jim was secured he stood in
front of him and made me kneel at his feet and suck him off. This
time, unlike the first blowjob I had been forced to give him, he
let me do all of the work. I did my best to please him and before
long I was taking him into my throat, but just as he started to
cum he pulled out of my throat and filled my mouth with his slimy
load. I looked at his face as he came, his eyes were closed, but
as soon as he finished he looked at me and patted my head like a
good pet.
I licked the last traces of cum from the head of his cock and
then kissed his cock and said, "Thank you sir."
"Sweetheart, I do believe that was the best blowjob I have ever
had," Luke said. It sounded like he actually thought I would be
proud!
"I am so proud," I thought. The asshole likes my blowjobs. If I
live through this I will put it on my resume."
I got up and went to the refrigerator. It was well stocked. I
assume by the people who had thought they would be going on a
nice vacation before they came across JT and Luke. I didn't know
if they intended for me to feed all four of us, but I decided it
would be easier to cook for four than to ask. I made coffee and a
simple breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast.
I couldn't figure out how to set up the dinette table so Luke did
that. I filled four plates with breakfast and while they ate I
fed Jim, they would not free him so that he could eat. Jim tried
to avoid eating at first, but I made him eat. By the time I
finished feeding him, my breakfast was cold, but I ate what I
could and then I put the dishes in the sink and went in and
cleaned the bathroom. It wasn't that bad. I guess these two
cavemen had only recently stolen the RV.
When the bathroom was clean I went into the bedroom and started
pulling clothes out of the closet. As I worked I noticed a
picture on the wall. It was a picture of a nice looking middle
age couple who I was pretty sure were dead now. I had trouble
holding back the tears as I handled their clothes. Once they were
all in a pile I grabbed a large handful and struggled out to the
sitting area. JT saw me coming and stepped through the outside
door and held it for me as I struggled outside.
Once I was on the ground I looked at him and he pointed to an
area on the side of the clearing we were parked in. I walked over
and dropped the clothing and looked around quickly as I headed
back for more. It was a pretty little clearing right by a brook.
There did not appear to be any signs of civilization nearby. No
other campers, no building, no sounds of traffic anywhere
nearby.
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