Chapter 11
The longer that Ellen was forced to lie on the mat completely naked, her hands and legs thoroughly bound, the more helpless she felt.
The last ten days had been totally unreal, she thought, the whole idea of being kidnapped seconds after waving your fiancé goodnight, then brutally raped several times once taken to your destination. She had gotten more of the same forced on her body since that first unforgettable night, and now the befuddled blonde was in the position where she was uncertain as to what she liked and disliked. All she knew was that amidst the pain she felt when one of her bestial captors would force his rock hard cock down her throat, up her ass or into her pussy, that she felt titillating thrills sweep through her along with the pain that perpetually reeled through her like a knife. They had given her a room and had been feeding her well. About the time that she was willing to give them credit for being humane at least to that end, Jason explained to her as he served her an appetizing steak that they wanted to keep her well fed so she would have more energy to burn off in sex. Practically every time that she saw Jason he had a hateful stare reserved for her, indicating that he was not one to quickly forget all that had happened in their association.
That afternoon as she had been reading a paperback romance book that Charlie had brought to her as a means of relieving the boredom she felt at being cooped up in a room with nothing to do between the sex acts, the men had suddenly entered the room and, without answering any questions, told her to accompany them to the big room where they performed the sex acts with her. Once she got there she had been ordered to strip, after which Jason tied her up as she lay helplessly on the mats.
Darrell remained with her while the other two left, and as she heard the sound of an engine starting up she knew that they were going somewhere. Occasionally she would look over at Darrell, who alternately paced the floor and sat down in a small white folding chair. Even without the pacing Ellen could detect the restlessness that he felt by the way that he blinked and rolled his eyes. He looked like a man waiting for something to happen, but she could not figure out what that something might be.
Several times she thought about asking Darrell what was disturbing him, but she decided against it, realizing that normally when she asked a question about anything she ended up getting slapped in the face.
"If there are any questions to be asked we'll ask them, bitch," Jason had bellowed at her sharply on one occasion, implanting his message even more firmly into her by slapping her in the face.
For a few minutes Darrell had remained fully clothed, but suddenly he jumped up from his chair and began stripping, stopping only when he got down to his white briefs, after which he had sat down again.
After a long period of time had passed Ellen heard the sound of Jason's approaching truck. Darrell jumped up from the chair, his eyes widening with sudden excitement. Something was due to break and Ellen kept wondering what it was.
Moments later she heard approaching footsteps and voices, and finally the door opened and she saw Jason and Charlie escorting a beautiful brunette in a white waitress' uniform against her wishes into the premises. They gave her a crude shove and she landed on the mats a few feet away from Ellen.
"Now you're gonna have some female company," Jason snarled at Ellen, after which he went immediately to work removing the ropes which were tightly binding Dawn Gerald's hands and legs.
Darrell immediately slid his briefs down his legs and off of him, his clenched fists and tight muscles unmistakably indicating how excited he was at the prospect of meting out revenge to the sarcastic waitress who had nastily put him down. Her derisive words reverberated in his ears as he looked down at her, waiting for Jason to finish removing her blindfold.
"Get it off, Jason," he gulped, "I wanna see the bitch's eyes and give her a chance to stare at me."
"A few seconds more, Darrell," Jason grinned.
While Jason kept eagerly removing the ropes which had tightly bound Dawn's hands and feet, Charlie walked over and started removing the ropes from Ellen. Her hands and ankles had gone to sleep and turned white from the pressure that had been generated by the ropes. She heaved a sigh of relief as he removed the binding from her hands, all the while wondering just what would happen to her next. Her eyes were focused on the activity going on next to her, where Jason was now tugging off the blindfold which had previously covered Dawn Gerald's eyes.
Her lips and chin quivered and her face turned white as she found herself staring at a menacing Darrell, who stood before her with a red-eyed expression of revenge dominating his face. Dawn blinked nervously several times, turned her eyes away from Darrell's insistent stare twice, then finally managed to muster enough courage to look him squarely in the eyes, hoping to prevail upon his lenient side, which looked at that moment as if it did not exist.
"Darrell, hello Darrell," Dawn began in a stammering voice as Charlie worked the ropes off of Ellen's wiggling hands.
"Hello yourself," he replied coldly. "You don't have that Miss Know-it-all expression on your face now, you snooty little bitch. Whatever happened?"
"You have me pegged all wrong, Darrell," she continued to stammer as warm salty tears began splashing prolifically down both sides of her face. She just couldn't believe the kind of nightmare that had overtaken her like an unexpected bolt from the blue.
"Like hell," he snarled. "I'll never forget those words about me being a dumb, shiftless cowboy with horseshit on my boots. Never will either. And don't try and hand me any horseshit of your own by saying that you didn't mean it. I've heard all that crap before."
"But I didn't," she insisted sobbingly in the manner of a very young girl who anticipated an imminent spanking. "You took it all wrong. I was kidding, honest I was. I never meant any of it."
"Argue all you want, bitch, because it ain't gonna do you no good," Darrell steadfastly declared.
It made him feel extra good to just watch the sight of the cringing Dawn Gerald trembling helplessly beneath him. For the first time that expression of cocksure certainty was missing.
Tm gonna rip that fucking waitress' uniform clean off of your body, you lousy cunt," he growled, moving ever closer, his eyes widening as he assumed an even more menacing expression than before.
"Please, don't do it," she shrieked.
"Shut up or you'll make me even madder. I'm not here to listen to a lot of childish crying."
Darrell's rock hard body landed with solid suddenness on the mat as he reached out with his strong, heavily-calloused hands and started to rip against the material of her uniform as she sobbed and begged him to reconsider his action. He never slowed down for an instant, his sharply gripping fingers ripping the material until it hung loosely from Dawn's voluptuous trembling body.
"Shut up and you'll be better off," he shouted
At that same time Charlie was removing the ropes from Ellen's ankles. Even though she was relieved that the blood would be able to circulate once more in her hands and ankles, Ellen's immediate attention was focused on the tearfully sobbing, thoroughly petrified Dawn Gerald as she was subjected to a shocking ordeal at the hands of Darrell, who was every bit as hell-bent on revenge toward Dawn as Jason had been only just ten days earlier. She was beginning to see the picture now. Apparently Darrell felt that he had been badly mistreated by Dawn just as Jason had felt mistreated by her.
"I like to watch you tremble, Dawn," Darrell laughed, pulling the tattered material off of Dawn, then examining her semi-nude form as her trembling body lay next to him. It was the first time that he had ever seen her in anything other than her waitress' outfit, and examining her in her bright red bikini panties and matching brassiere caused his breath to come in short puffs and his already erect penis to harden with even greater desire.
"You've got a great body, bitch, I can say that." Darrell said.
His next move was to reach down with both hands and let his fingers quickly curl against the back of her brassiere. Darrell pinched and squeezed, undoing the brassiere straps and prying the material from her body, staring at her firm, captivating white breasts as they pointed in their emphatic smooth glory toward him, prompting him to immediately reach out and explore their silky confines.
Darrell's fingers solidly pressed against the crinkly mounds of melon-like flesh. His probing fingers dug and squeezed against the smoothness of her vast globes, and every time that he let them press and push he applied a little more force than before.
"That I like," he laughed. "You wouldn't give me the time of day before, but now I'm able to fool with your tits all I want and you're not about to do anything about it."
His fingers pressed against her warm boobs a few more times, then went to work with forceful precision against the ever hardening pebble-like surface of her pink nipples. It made Darrell feel good to notice the manner in which both her breasts and nipples were hardening under the insistent pressure that his fingers applied. He recognized that even though Dawn was petrified and totally unsure of herself in alien surroundings that she was still feeling a certain measure of excitement from his dominant finger thrusts.
After squeezing his fingers several more times against Dawn's nipples he shifted his action downward toward her firm, wiggling asscheeks, which were reacting under the pressure-filled excitement of the moment. His fingers solidly grabbed hold of the waistband of Dawn's panties. Darrell's heart pulsated with accelerating excitement as he listened to the erotically exciting sounds of the material of her panties scraping against her firm trembling white thighs as he lowered her panties more and more while his two partners and the naked Ellen watched.
Dawn felt humiliated over having the horny, heavily panting Darrell assertively removing her panties in front of three strangers, but through it all thousands of volts of strange electricity danced unexplainably in her stomach as Darrell kept pulling her panties ever lower. Finally he tugged them off her ankles with one sweeping wrist movement and off of her altogether as he looked between her nakedly splayed legs and got his first extended look at the shadowy ringlets of her black pubic curls which shrouded the enticing pink surface of her cunt.
So now Dawn is completely naked just like our blonde friend Ellen over there," Darrell laughed sadistically.
Dawn's expressive dark eyes glanced fearfully at Ellen for a fleeting instant. Ellen conveyed a sympathetic expression, knowing fully well what it was like to be in the unenviable position that Dawn occupied at that tense moment. A panting, hungry Darrell realized that his fantasies were now becoming reality. The woman who had caused him to toss and turn restlessly for so many nights, in which he had been forced ultimately to reach down and pump up and down his long aching cock until it was stilled by orgasm, was now his.
His fingers reached down and began to toy with her striking black pubic curls, teasing her with slow, exploratory movements as her body reacted by twisting and turning on the mat.
"You can get excited pretty damned easy," he laughed. "Sure thing. This old cowboy that you loved putting down is gonna give you a better fuck than you ever got from any other guys. My friends are gonna give you better screws than you ever got before. You and Ellen just don't realize how lucky you two are to be with three wild studs like us. We know how to take care of broads like you."
Eventually Darrell let his fingers proceed downward toward the puffy lips of Dawn's quivering pussy. One side of her was dominated by terror while the other afforded a mixture of strange lustful excitement and a curiosity in which she wondered just what Darrell was planning to do to her.
Once he withdrew his fingers from her cunt, Darrell looked over at Jason, who was standing just a few feet away from where the whips were kept.
"Hand me that brown whip over there, Jason, if you don't mind," his friend told him.
Jason nodded and grinned, walking over toward the whips and removing a brown-colored one from the wall just as Darrell had requested. Jason began to laugh as he watched Dawn break down once more in tears, covering her face with her hands several times
"Oh my, I guess our little girl is having a long cry," he said, looking over at Darrell and winking as he handed him the whip. "Teach her the lesson she deserves."
"Don't worry," Darrell quickly replied. "I can still hear that bitch putting me down, and nothing she could say would convince me that she didn't mean it."
"They'll say anything once you've got them where you want them and they've got no power," Jason said as he walked away.