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Sam." It was John’s voice breaking through the madness of Sam’s laughter. Something in his tone seemed to have rescued her for the moment. Sam looked over at him.
"Perhaps Sara would like something to eat?"
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"Cool! You want some food Sara?" He asked hopefully like a teenager at the prom. She nodded her head, trying to ignore his saliva dripping down her cheek and forehead and into her eye. "Do you like Doritos? I love Doritos. Hey John, can I go get Doritos?"
John nodded from his position at the table and held up a twenty dollar bill. Sam grabbed it and was about to head out the door when he turned back. "Hey, you won’t start without me will you John?" "No, Sam."
Sam left and Sara breathed a sigh of relief. "Twenty years old with the mind of a 14 year old - I swear," John murmured when he heard the car start up outside.
Sara stared at the ceiling trying to count the knots in the wood beams. She was getting cold, her bare skin prickling with goose bumps. She tried to lose herself in the swirls of the wood. Then John’s voice broke into the stillness again. "I like that you’re not talkative." "I don’t care what you like." Sara replied defiantly bbs. "I’m sure you don’t." "Why are you doing this?" "Its a game we like to play every so often …" "Don’t you have better things to do than …" She asked dismally still staring at the ceiling unable to finish the sentence. Unable to put words to what might happen to her. "Better things to do than what? What Sara? Go on, you tell me." "Please John, please let me go. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll not tell a soul." "Come on Sara, begging doesn’t suit you. At least not yet." She swallowed with fear. She heard him moving after awhile, drawing back his chair and getting up from the table. Her heart began to pound loudly in her chest. When he sat on the bed next to her and wiped her face of Sam’s spittle with a rag, she refused to look at him and kept her face resolutely turned to the ceiling videos vhs. "So, is this the only way you mountain types can get your jollies?"
He laughed slowly. "Not from the mountains actually. And, I have many interests." "Kidnap?" "Being one of them." She took a quick breath at his easy admission and didn’t ask for his other interests. "You should see yourself all strung up Sara. It’s extremely attractive." His voice had grown softer but there was a sarcastic edge to it. "Not looking at me now? Huh? That’s okay. You don’t need to watch."
He touched her then, just one fingertip dragged gently down her arm into her armpit. She shivered with the touch feeling disgust. Then he was caressing her through the silk of her undergarments, fondling her breasts and the tautness of her stomach, and moving lower. She squirmed and shut her eyes. "Please don’t do this." Stories on bestiality: Dog porn story, dutch & clubs. "Shhhh. I told you it wouldn’t hurt." He slipped his hand underneath her panties fondling the short, springy mound of hair on her pubis and then reaching lower, he slid a finger along the delicate skin between her labia. He probed that slit finding the tight little hole of her vagina and pushed his finger between the vaginal lips gently, teasingly. She tensed and squeezed her eyes shut. He pushed into her deeper and deeper, till his finger was all the way in, feeling the warm vaginal tissues sucking on him. She bit back a strangled sob. He withdrew his hand and she heard him lick his finger.
"I can promise you, that this will be the most enjoyable part of the weekend - at least I can vouch for my part in it. Ian and Sam have other … tastes." He moved his hand back into her panties, pushing his wet finger back up into her, beginning to slowly finger fuck her. Sara felt sick. "You know I always wondered if you could make a woman come if she didn’t want to. I know you can with a man - the penis has a mind of its own. But, the clitoris … I always thought it was mainlined to the mind. If she was turned off, so was it. But you know, I found out that it’s not true." His tone was conversational, he could have been talking about a game or the weather. He had removed his finger from her tight hole and he slid it upwards searching for the soft hooded nodule of her clitoris. Sara gritted her teeth when he found it and pushed against it gently. "There was this one girl. One of the first … she was so scared she pissed herself, all over the bed. She couldn’t stop crying and screaming - quite delirious, until I found this little spot. Like a control button if its worked properly." His voice was rhythmic and his finger was finding time with the cadence of his voice, rubbing her clitoris gently, insistently. "You have to be persistent." Sara closed her eyes and bit her lip then started whimpering.
"Yes, even when they cry, they can still come."
John licked his finger again and rubbed her clitoris, coating it with his saliva he felt it growing beneath his finger. Sara’s throat was tight with fear and revulsion, she could feel the sensations being elicited from her body without her consent. How could she be feeling these things? She hated these feelings, she hated her horrible traitorous body. Her chin trembled and she took a ragged breath. The tension was building inside her. She could tell John knew what he was doing, not even her fear was holding it back. It took longer than it usually would, because she was resisting but when it came she caught her lip and bit hard, refusing to cry out as the sensations surged through her, hitting her head. She made small whimpering sounds and she could smell her own body juices as they escaped, defying her, wetting her.
John chuckled beside her and slid his finger down coating himself in the wetness between her pussy lips. He wiped his finger along her lips so she could taste herself. "A modern miracle." Our tgp incl. dogs erotica porn storys and whiteshadow story dog picture. She watched him get up and return to the kitchen table as if nothing had happened. He produced a book from a small bag by his feet and began to read. Sara lay there feeling humiliated and confused. An hour later, Sam returned. He invaded the silence, surging into the house flinging a grocery bag full of food onto the table over John’s book. John narrowed his eyes at him.
"Boy, that place was packed. I ran into every dog and his mother down there." He tore open a bag of Doritos and started crunching away, stuffing them into his mouth. John shook his head, why did he ever agree to having Sam along with them? Sam produced a six pack of beer and flipped one off the ring, popping it and taking a long swig. He handed John one.
"When’s Ian getting here?" Sam asked with his eye on the girl who was staring at the ceiling ignoring them. Ian had returned to the gas station. "After the next shift arrives, six o’clock" John said. "Good. Not long." Sam grabbed the bag of chips and another beer and sidled over to the bed. "Hey baby, you still with us? You want some corn chips?" Sara didn’t move or look at him. "Oh, okay. I know that game." He sat against the bed-head next to her and flipped his feet up in front of him swigging the beer. He pulled a chip from the bag and pushed it against Sara’s tightly closed lips. She moved her head away.
"Come on. I went a long way to get you this stuff." When she continued to refuse the corn chip, Sam grabbed her face and pried open her mouth and shoved the chip in. She choked and spat it out. "Fuck." Sam swore and then jumped over her, straddling her torso. "You’re fucking going to eat this." He picked up the spat out chip with one hand and with the other he dug his fingers into her cheeks painfully until he forced her mouth open. She glared up at him as he forced the chip in and then pushed and held her mouth shut. Then with the other hand he pinched her nose shut so she couldn’t breath.
"Now swallow or you’ll fucking suffocate." She shut her eyes chewed and swallowed the chip. Sam grinned and began force feeding her the Doritos with swigs of beer. She began coughing and spluttering, bits of orange chip all over her face, beer dribbling down her chin. "Look what a mess you’re making!" Sam cackled, wiping her face with a hand, rubbing her lips aggressively. He leaned down toward her, casting a glance back at John who was absorbed in his book. "I’m going to fuck that pretty, messy face, till my cum drips down your cheeks," he whispered. Sara coughed and started crying trying to look away from Sam who’s face was pressed close to hers now, breathing heavily. His dark eyes looked mad. He began licking her face, licking up the Doritos and beer stains around her mouth and cheeks. Licking the tears on her cheeks. He was jamming his pelvis against her torso too and she could feel his erection growing.
The door to the cabin opened suddenly and Ian strolled in followed by a large Doberman who ran up to the bed sniffing and panting. Sam grinned and reached over to pat the dog. "Hey Rock, good to see you fella. This is Sara." Sara stared at the dog which bared its teeth at her. "I got out early. Don said he could use some extra cash so he’s covering for me," Ian explained calling Rock back to heel. "Hey Ian, grab a beer." Sam called out from where he continued to sit astride the girl. Ian raised an eyebrow at him and looked over at John. "What’s going on here?" He nodded his head at Sam who was still sitting on the girl. John shrugged. "We’re just having some dinner. Aren’t we Sara?" Sam leaned over and licked her nose. "Well, get off her. I wanna see what we’ve got here." Ian snapped at him.
Sam reluctantly got off her and moved away.
"Hmmm, nice." Ian murmured cracking open a beer as he surveyed the near naked girl strung up on the bed. Sara had resumed staring at the ceiling. Ian licked his lips, he liked imagining how they would end up from inspecting them at the beginning. He imagined this one was a quiet one. He liked the quiet ones. They relented at first and then turned fierce when it counted erotic incest stories and clips. "How do we want to run this?" He said glancing at John.
All three men were staring at Sara. She felt their eyes on her and felt her skin burning. She was terrified. Fear was choking her throat, making it tight and painful. She was freezing cold and she began to shiver. She’d given up thinking of how to escape, she just wanted to survive. "You want to go first?" Ian asked John. Sam howled a childish protest. "He always does. I want to this time." Ian scowled at him. "No way. I didn’t get my turn last time you went first you brutal bastard. John?" John sat at the table staring across at the girl. "Lets make her decide."
Sam and Ian stared at him. John got up and moved over to the bed. He sat next to Sara and then turned her face forcing her to look at him. She glared at him, obviously having heard the conversation. She was shaking her head, her eyes wide and terrified. She started to say something but John pressed a finger to her lips.
"Just listen. This is how it’s going to be for you. You have no choice. You can make it easy on yourself or hard. Like Sam said, it doesn’t much matter. You comply or we will hurt you. Slowly and painfully." John’s voice was matter-of-fact, it left no room for questions. "Now, I’m giving you the choice. You get to participate, at least at first, to choose who you want to start this. So choose." Sara stared at him in disbelief unable to believe this was happening and pressed her lips together, shaking her head.
"No." She said softly. John sighed and took a deep breath. "Maybe I wasn’t clear. ‘No’, isn’t a choice. You will fulfill each of us, one by one, repeatedly. You can comply and it will be much easier or we will force you to comply through some violent means. Your choice is who will start."
Sara started to cry again shaking her head she began to whine. "Please, no, no. Don’t do this. Please let me go." Snot bubbled from her nose and she felt her throat tighten and a wave of nausea sweep over her. John produced a handkerchief and wiped her nose clean, also wiping away the tears. His gentleness made everything worse.
"Choose." He said softly wiping her face tenderly. She shook her head gazing at the three men around the bed, trying to find some chink, some recourse. John reached up to where her hands were hung on the bed head and took one of her hands in his. He took her pinky finger and began bending it, slowly at first then with more force. Sara screamed with pain. She stared at him in fear, sobbing now. "I will break it," John said in his methodical voice. She believed him. Amidst the sobs she whispered. "You, you then." John smiled. Sam snorted derisively and huffed off to sit across the room against the door. Ian had turned away to get another beer followed by his dog. She noticed, strangely grateful, that he began building up the fire in the grate and wondered at how she could feel glad for warmth given her circumstances.
"Now listen," John whispered close to her ear when he had seen the other two move away. "You made the right choice. You see, Sam is an animal, he likes it rough and he likes to use sharp instruments. Are you listening?" Sara nodded at him. "Ian likes his dog and his dog likes warm, wet places." Sara shuddered. "I’ll make you a deal. If you give it up to me, do whatever I ask, I’ll get you away from them."
She stared at him in disbelief. Hoping. She studied his face, he appeared earnest and he had seemed tender before. Maybe the finger thing was for show. She began to rationalize, to hope that there was actually a way out of this. "Do you understand?" She nodded. "Do you agree?"
She just stared at him. Torn. He had lied before. What choice did she have? She had to take the chance and believe him. Maybe he’d recognized something in her, maybe he wanted to keep her to himself. He had been tender before, what rapist was interested in making his victim orgasm? He could help her get away. He might even let her go. She closed her eyes and blocked out the little voice that told her he must be lying. She opened her eyes and looked John squarely in the face and whispered hoarsely. "Promise me you’ll let me go." She watched his eyes, there was not even a flicker. He held her gaze steadily, his face was serious as he looked back at her. "I promise." "Okay, I agree." It was barely a whisper.
John stood and zipped off his heavy fleece jacket. He wore a tight fitting thermal top underneath, his well-shaped body evident under the thin fabric. He was oblivious to the two watching. He bent over and began untying his boot laces, pulling the boots and socks off and setting them neatly next to the wall beside the bed. Sara watched him. He pulled off his khakis, revealing a pair of boxer briefs and long, ropy muscled legs. Then he reached up behind him and pulled the thermal over his head. He was substantially muscled, not an ounce of fat on his body. She could tell he was extremely physical. She shut her eyes. He knelt on the end of the bed almost naked and whispered below his voice.
"We have an agreement right? I’m going to take off your shackles. Don’t even think about struggling or kicking me or … I’ll turn you over. Understand?" She nodded. He unclipped the dog chain throwing it to the floor and produced a key to unlock the shackles and free her legs. She didn’t move, resigned now to what must happen.
"I’m only going to free one of your arms, okay?" She said nothing and he undid the complicated buckle on one wrist. Gratefully she bent her left arm working out the cramping from having it above her head for so long. John rolled onto his side next to her and took her free hand bringing it to his lips. He started kissing her hand and up the arm until his face was buried in the side of her neck. She tried to prevent from wincing when he moved closer to her and leaned over to kiss her lips. He paused and made eye contact.
"Kiss me." She gritted her teeth and slowly raised her lips to his and kissed him on the mouth. He probed her lips with his tongue and then forced it between them, forcing her to open her mouth. She kissed him back trying not to feel nauseous. He pulled away smiling.
"Good." His hand slipped down her side, caressing her skin through the silky fabric. She felt a chill crawl over her skin. When his hand slipped underneath her camisole to feel her breasts cupped high in her bra she bit her lip. With the palm of his hand he rubbed her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra till they started to harden. He sat up slightly and pulled the shoestring straps of her camisole downwards till they bit into her shoulders. He tore the delicate material easily with a quick jerk, ripping the undergarment down the stitching on the side and then threw it away.
He released the front catch on her bra and pulled one strap off her free arm and pulled it up the other one till it rested on the cord by the bed-head. He stared at her freed breasts, inspecting them, devouring them with his eyes. Lovely breasts, firm and round with small light brown nipples. She was in good shape he noticed pleased, her stomach flat and smooth. She had resumed staring at the ceiling as he moved lower over her and pulled down her panties.
John stood up and took off his own boxer briefs revealing a growing erection of around seven inches. He grabbed it, stroking himself as he enjoyed the sight of her. She’d moved her thighs together modestly trying to conceal what lay between. He smiled and told her to separate her thighs which she did, only slightly. She had a small strip of dark brown pubic hair that matched her hair color, her skin was an all over warm pale caramel.
Moving back onto the bed he pushed her thighs wider apart glancing up at her. She was staring at the ceiling. He surveyed the sights between her legs taking his time. She still smelled slightly of her own juices from when he’d made her come earlier. Her pussy was tight and pink. He ran a finger around the pouting lips, opening her wider until the little pussy hole opened slightly. He felt her tense when he stuck his finger in her. Watching her expression he leaned in and licked her slit from near her anus up to her clit. He kept moving his finger in her at the same time, then began concentrating on licking the clitoris. He was good at this, even when they resisted, he could make them come quickly and intensely. He loved to see the bewildered expression on their faces after they had failed to resolutely refuse to experience pleasure at his hands by coming hard despite themselves. He could do it for a long time, as long as it took, until they were whimpering and whining like dogs in heat.
He could see the muscles in her thighs and lower abdomen begin to tense and ripple as she tried to control the feelings that must be coursing through her. Her eyelids were forced shut and she was biting her lip as her body began to take over her mind. She made a low guttural moan and he felt her hips move slightly and then she began to shudder and cry as she came again. Warm pungent juices oozed over his finger and he licked them up appreciatively. Shifting position he crawled up to lie on his side next to her. He watched as she tried to collect herself, her face contorted with fear and humiliation and tears. He leaned down and kissed her, smearing her juices over her lips so she had to taste herself. Her lips were stiff and unyielding.