Chapter 6
The three men met and drove in Jason's pickup truck to the small ranch that Charley Wicker inherited from his hermit uncle.
They immediately agreed that the place had possibilities as far as their objectives were concerned. When they examined the spacious barn, which was larger than the relatively small house, they agreed that it was ideal for their purpose. Darrell agreed to furnish a set of whips that he owned and used in his work as a cowboy, while Jason volunteered to lead a building project to get the barn up to their inner specifications and to enlarge the size of the main living quarters, which they all agreed was not of sufficient size of house for all three men and their female prisoners. And so they worked on weekends for the next month, rigging up a cell-like dwelling for their captives, complete with barred windows and heavy, padlocked doors so they would not be able to escape. The men agreed that nothing should be left to chance.
When the building had been completed, the men sprawled out in front of a mountain behind the converted barn late on a Sunday afternoon and opened a fresh six pack of beer, with which they would celebrate their triumph in stage one of the operation.
As Jason took a long cold swig of beer, his lips tensed as he contemplated getting revenge against Ellen Stacey at long last. He had spent many sleepless nights the last month smarting with turbulent anger, impatiently awaiting the moment when he would be able to exact his revenge. The words rang in his ears one by one with devastating impact, the words of the smug and bitingly sarcastic Ellen a, she read him the riot act and told him that the doctor she was planning to marry was worth a lot more money than Jason. He was a proud man and hated to be put down in such a nasty fashion. Now he would achieve revenge
"Let's get right down to brass tacks," Jason said. "Let's kidnap that little bitch Ellen right off and give her what's coming to her. The only privileged treatment that I ask for is that I get first dibs. I've got a score to settle with her."
"That's okay by me," Darrell said. "Just as long as we all get to break her in just right. Sooner the better, far as I'm concerned."
After a moment's pause Charlie Wicker spoke his piece.
"I think Jason oughta get first crack, he's sure as hells entitled to it," Charlie agreed, "but I think we oughta wait about two weeks before pulling off the kidnapping. You see, we've all gotta make our independent plans to leave town, or at least make everybody we know think we're leaving town, and that has to be done independently. As badly as we wanna get this rolling, we don't want to trip ourselves up by acting hastily."
"You've got a point there, Charlie," Darrell nodded. "Everything you said is okay by me."
"Same here," Jason grinned. "Just as long as I'm on that kidnapping team."
"I was thinking that maybe Darrell and I oughta handle that alone," Charlie said.
"Why in hell you wanna do that?" Jason asked with surprise.
"For one thing she doesn't know us," Charlie explained. "There'll be more chances of a sticky emotional scene if you're there on the scene, and I wouldn't really blame you the way the lousy little twat treated you. Then I've got another reason as well for thinking that way."
"Go ahead." Jason listened with interest.
"I'm figuring that you can be back at the place all ready to go. Then when we get her out here and drag her into the barn, untie her, take off her blindfold and all, then what have we got? We've got horny and angry Jason all set to jump on her, and will she ever be shocked to hell when she sees you."
Charlie no sooner finished speaking than Jason slapped his knee, then burst into rollicking laughter. A few seconds later Darrell Oglesby did the same. All the while Charlie sat watching them with a grin.
"You're a genius, Charlie, a damned genius, Jason said. "I like it, I like the sound of the whole thing."
"And you're just the stud who's gonna break her in right when we deliver her to you," Charlie winked.
It was almost three weeks later that Charley and Darrell waited in Charlie's red Volkswagen across the street from Ellen Stacey's apartment. Even though Jason's pickup truck would have given them more room, they knew that Ellen was intimately familiar with it. They had observed the beautiful blonde walk hand-in-hand toward her apartment with the slender, bespectacled doctor after they exited his Mercedes sedan some three hours before. With Jason's help they had a working diagram in their heads of Ellen's apartment, and he had told them that she often left the back door open, locking it just before turning in. But wait! they thought. Perhaps that would not be needed. Maybe there would be an easier way!
"Do you see what I see?" Darrell grinned, watching as Ellen and the doctor walked arm-in-arm in the darkness toward his Mercedes
"I sure do," Charlie smiled. "Two lovebirds."
"Very touching."
"I'd like to clobber old smart ass. He really thinks he's something."
"Only it increases our risk," Charlie reminded.
"I know. Just wishing."
"I think this is gonna work out just beautifully."
Darrell and Charlie watched as Ellen and the doctor exchanged one last passionate evening lip kiss in front of his car, after which he opened the door and stepped inside. Ellen watched him drive off, waving until the sedan turned the corner and passed out of sight.
"Time to do your stuff, Darrell," Charlie said.
"Damned right."
Charlie watched as Darrell picked up the long, shiny, steel-bladed knife that he had brought along for the occasion. He moved stealthily but swiftly toward Ellen, who was beginning to walk back across the street and toward her apartment building. Darrell reached out and threw his right hand over her mouth, thrusting the edge of the knife just barely against the edge of her back so that she would know what was there.
"One sound and I carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey," the rugged cowboy whispered with contempt. "This way, blonde bitch. We're gonna take a nice little ride together."
Once that they got the terrified, steadily trembling Ellen Stacey into the back seat of Charlie's Volkswagen they tied her up, blindfolded her, and gagged her mouth so that she could do very little other than breathe.
"Now we're gonna have some fun," Charlie looked at Darrell and winked as he started up the car.
"Yeah, we can't keep our old friend Jason waiting any longer than necessary," Darrell replied.
Jason Bogart sat on a stool gulping down his third nervous beer in a row. It had taken a lot longer than he had hoped, and he feared that maybe something had gone wrong. He wore nothing but a robe and slippers, and everything was in place in the converted barn that would now serve as a pleasure-pain palace. The mats were all in place in the middle of the vast room, and the contraption that Jason had thought up and built was also in place, a swing-like contraption connected to the ceiling complete with straps so that a victim could be subdued and fucked in any way that the attacker or attackers desired. And then there were the trusty whips donated by Darrell which hung from nails in a special corner of the vast room.
Just when Jason was becoming increasingly worried about his two friends and the whole kidnapping enterprise he observed the door fling open. His heart began pulsating and his cock immediately stiffened as he jumped up from his stool and watched Charlie and Darrell dragging a totally helpless Ellen in to the room. She was still wearing the glittering golden dress that the doctor had recently bought for her, and that she had worn on her date that evening. They had, had quick sex shortly after returning home from dinner at a restaurant, after which they had talked in the living room.
"Here she is," Darrell said as the cowboy and Charlie threw her crudely downward onto the white mats that had been rolled onto the floor.
Jason said nothing, but the triumphant smile which spread across his entire face told the whole story. While Darrell and Charlie were untying their victim, an aroused Jason kicked off his slippers and removed his robe. He walked quickly over to the corner of the room where the whips hung, picking up a shiny black model and holding it firmly, restlessly, in his right hand.
As had been planned, Darrell and Charlie waited until the end to remove Ellen's blindfold and gag. When they did, she was staring directly up at Jason's hairy naked body, his cock throbbing with agitating stiffness, his right hand holding the black whip. The cold mean stare he gave her was the equivalent of a thousand words as far as expressing his inner feelings was concerned.
"Jason, oh honey, what are you doing here?" Ellen asked fearfully, her jaw hanging and lips quivering as she kept staring at Jason.
"I'm ready to give you the lesson you deserve," he barked.
"I... I really didn't mean what I said that night," Ellen's face turned white and she began sobbing unrestrainedly, her terror-filled blue eyes focused on the black whip that Jason held menacingly in his right hand. "You know I love you, Jason, I always have. Please turn me loose. I'll never say anything to anybody."
"Like hell," Jason snarled.
"No, honey, honestly, darling, honestly. I'd never think of turning you or your friends in."
"What a load of crap," Darrell Oglesby laughed sarcastically. "Now that you've got the bitch cornered, Jason, she's sounding a whole lot different than last time."
"You're damned right," Jason said, beginning to move closer to Ellen, his cock firm and rock hard with desire.
"We had to wait a long time for her," Charlie said. "I guess the old doctor was fucking her."
"I'll just bet," Jason nodded slowly, stopping inches away from Ellen.
"You want us to tear everything off of her and make things easier for you, Jason?" Darrell asked, his eyes beaming with enthusiasm over the prospect of stripping every bit of clothing from the voluptuous blonde as his own member swelled with wanton lust.
"Yeah, right now, no time better'n the present," Jason said.
Jason watched, growing more aroused with each passing second as he saw Darrell and Charlie throw themselves down on the mat on top of the pleading, tearful Ellen, who shrieked loudly as they savagely ripped her dress from her body.
"Please, oh no, please don't hurt me, we can be friends," she sobbed and shrieked, but all to no avail as her pursuers completely ignored her pleading gasps.
Once that they finished ripping her dress from her trembling alabaster body she lay vulnerably on the mats wearing nothing other than a crisp while brassiere and matching bikini panties as both Darrell and Charlie eyed her hungrily. Noticeable bulges surfaced in their crotches that she observed, causing her to become more fearful than ever.
"She's built every bit as good as you say she is," Charlie gulped. "No wonder you were doing so much bragging, Jason, when you were going with her."
"That's right," Jason said, "and we're all gonna get all the kicks we want out of that body and we don't even have to ask. No, this bitch is gonna do exactly as we tell her."
"Let's finish stripping her," Darrell panted, his eyes flashing lewdly as they took in every curvaceous inch of her creamy flesh.
Jason's cock hardened more noticeably than ever as he watched his two partners in crime reach down and complete the job of stripping Ellen completely naked. Charlie's fingers moved quickly toward her brassiere, quivering with urgency as they ripped at the back of it, promptly removing it as he watched her firm ivory tits pop free in all their salacious jutting glory.
While Charlie accomplished his objective of removing Ellen's brassiere and letting her tits fall free, Darrell reached down and made a swift grab for her crisp white panties. His fingers clasped tightly against the waistband of them, after which he tugged sharply and pulled them down her legs and off of her.
When Darrell got his first glimpse of Ellen's thick furry forest of dazzling white pubic hair and her captivating pink vagina his heart began to pound and he started to wonder just how long he could possibly wait before he would have to plunge his torrid meaty spear into action against his captive target. His eyes scrutinized her fleecy pubic vee and he immediately detected drippings of thick white sperm in her matted pubic hairs which indicated emphatically that she had recently engaged in sex.
"Oh my, now what have we here?" Darrell burst into loud sarcastic laughter. "Our little captive here had sex earlier tonight."
"That ain't gonna bother me none," Jason Bogart spat contemptuously, "because I wasn't figuring on fucking her pussy anyway."
"Now that we've taken all her clothes off you want us to tie her up or anything, Jason?" Charlie asked.
"Nah, I'll take her on just like she is," Jason's eyes rolled with lusty excitement as he peered down at the naked form of the one and only woman who had ever carnally driven him out of his mind. He recalled those many sleepless nights in the torturing aftermath of the break-up with him, when he had seen that same sleek ivory form rolling on a bed, just waiting to be fucked. Now he had her right where he wanted her, and he knew one thing for sure. He would not play things like a gentleman and consult her before engaging in a particular sex act. Instead he would do precisely what he felt like whether she liked it or not and, hopefully, she would bitterly dislike much of what he would do so that she would have to suffer that much more. Yes, Jason was hell-bent on revenge, and was determined to prove to Ellen that he was fully in charge.
"Then we'd better get the hell away from here and clear out for Jason," Charlie told Darrell. "He gets the first shot on this one."
"Sure thing," Darrell said.
Even though Jason's two partners wanted to tie into Ellen's beautiful body so badly that they could taste it, they knew that they would have their chances later, and in the interim they could watch the vengeful Jason get back at the woman who had left him.
A look of terror filled Ellen's expressive blue eyes as Charlie and Darrell backed away, gesturing to their friend Jason that it was his game to play anyway that he desired.
Even though she hated Charlie and Darrell, Ellen had felt a little safer knowing that they were standing around talking rather than forcibly attacking her. They had been prolonging her fate, and as Jason began to stealthily advance her heart pounded with increasing terror as she began to recognize what was in store for her. There was the shiny black whip in his quivering hand, and she was only too well aware of the probability of his using it.
Ellen could hear his heavy breathing as he stood within inches of her. Jason reached back, then delivered it with bristling impact as it landed on her left ass cheek with a crisp, ringing thud. Ellen began to sob and her body trembled as she desperately pleaded with Jason while the tears rolled profusely down both sides of her face.
"Please, oh please," she begged. "Jason. Don't hurt me. I always did like you better than my fiancé. I was getting ready to break up with him and go back to you. Honest I was."
"You're not only a treacherous bitch, but you're a liar too," Jason shouted bitterly.
Just hearing Ellen make such a statement in desperation to him caused Jason to fume with greater hatred. Once more he used the whip on her left buttock, allowing it to crash against her skin with even more bruising impact than before. This time her buttock began to noticeably swell and redden, which caused him to drive onward with even greater desire and anger. Several times in rapid succession the black whip made sharp, crackling impact against her stinging flesh, and after he got through with her left asscheeks he went to work with the same degree of smoldering hatred as the whip cut sharply against her right asscheeks over and over.
At first Ellen shrieked at the top of her lungs, begging Jason to please stop, telling him that she had not meant to say anything nasty to him, but Jason remained unappeased as the whip kept thrashing against her, tearing her skin several times as trickles of blood surfaced.
"How can you do this to me?" she sobbed in desperation at one point. "You said that you had feeling, genuine feeling for me, and now you're beating me savagely."
Eventually Jason tossed the whip aside. Once he discarded it, he threw himself down on top of his cringing victim, who continued to sob in painful desperation.
"Just open that mouth of yours," he shouted as his body landed on top of the mat. "I'm gonna throatfuck you like you wouldn't believe."
As Jason extended his legs on both sides of Ellen's head and reached down and began stroking the firm fleshy length of his hard, resolute cock, he thought back to the times that Ellen had managed to sweet talk him out of having to give him blow jobs. A few times she had reluctantly gone through with the process, but Jason recalled that blow jobs had always been a sore point with him because they had been a sore point with her. Now she had no choice and he would do exactly as he saw fit. It made Jason feel good to know that she was totally helpless.
"Just keep that big mouth of yours open," he snarled, "because I'm gonna ram my prick down your throat."
Jason's breathing began to come in short puffy gasps as he pushed his stiff, blood-engorged member forward, aiming it for the wet salacious opening of her mouth. He wanted to engulf her with his solid, dominating manliness and watch her squirm helplessly under the steadily driving assaults of his steaming cudgel.
Before his hard aroused prick made its initial penetration into the helpless confines of Ellen's gullet, he reached down with surging anxiety and guided his fingers crisply against Ellen's crinkly breasts. He wanted to hurt her with his pinching efforts and did so, grinding flesh against flesh as she moaned painfully. He loved hearing the moans, recognizing that his finger efforts were bearing fruit and that he was hurting this beautiful but unfaithful blonde who had left him and crushed him. Now he was repaying her, giving her an idea through his aggressive physical contact just how much pain he had felt in a different sense when she had left him.
While his fingers kept pinching against the soft but firm warmth of her ripe ivory melons, which were beginning to redden under his painful onslaught, he kept plunging his spasming cock forward. She closed her eyes and grimaced as he ramrodded his blazing cock into the outer edges of her mouth, recognizing that he would be plunging in much deeper as time elapsed.
"Naw, you never liked giving head," he snarled bitterly. "Well, you're gonna find out what it's like to give head. I m gonna rip your mouth with my stiff prick."
Darrell and Charlie watched the action with mounting interest from a few feet away, recognizing all the while how much it meant to their good friend Jason to obtain revenge from Ellen.
His stiff, torrid cock began to slash and charge with unrestrained zeal as Jason began throwing caution to the winds, sliding his determined sword into her dominated mouth, stuffing his thick, bloated member into the cavernous depth of her throat. As he pushed his steaming vehicle all the way to the base of her throat, the helpless Ellen could scarcely breathe. Several times she thought she would choke on his devastating dagger, and all the while his steaming fingers continued to solidly and restlessly press against her firm warm mounds of breast flesh.
Sweat began to stream down both sides of Jason's face as he kept tensely grinding his rigid member into the piercing depths of her helpless throat, and as he kept on driving his dominating spear into her stuffed mouth, he quickly removed his fingers from her breasts and plunged them against her pink nipples. He let his fingers twist against her nipples as he exercised enough force to precipitate pain, all the while filling her helpless mouth with his engulfing manmeat.
Jason's body tightened and his ass cheeks swung in a rapid circuitous movement while he kept driving his sturdy flinging pole into Ellen's helpless mouth as her body reeled drunkenly while the pummeling attack continued. A few flaming cock blasts later he began to feel a nervous twitching at his torrid, bloated testicles, informing him just how close he was to the point of a scalding orgasm.
He dramatically began to slow up his movements, desiring to prolong his wild throatfuck as long as possible, to batter Ellen with his slashing prick attack until the spewing droplets of his prolific white cream gushed from the end of his thundering spear.
His helpless victim's jaw began to ache from the scorching attack to which she was being subjected by Jason. Ellen's head began to spin in a semi-drunken daze, and in her acute pain she could not help but hate the savage Jason with every ounce of breath in her. She recalled how she had always thought him a little on the crude side, and now she could not help but think of him as anything other than a terrible beast.
Jason's battering-ram prick continued to drive and twist as it penetrated once more to the base of his victim's throat. He swelled with pride and his face broke into a triumphant smile as he once more stepped up his pace, plunging his stiff soaring cock deep into Ellen's mouth. She closed her eyes and grimaced once more, coming close to gagging on his attacking cock once again.
Even though she hated him for subjecting her to such pain and humiliation, there was something exciting about the way that Jason was taking charge and severely pummeling her with his sharp, lancing movements, and as he drove himself that much nearer to that irresistible moment when the broiling penis fluid would have to prolifically dart from the searing end of the spongy tip of his elongated organ, Ellen actually began to anticipate his unswerving blasts, painful as they were, with a certain measure of enjoyment. She wondered if something was happening to her mind since she would have to alternately open and close her eyes to more easily endure the seemingly interminable pain. Yet through it all there remained tremendous thrills that she also derived from his sharp and steady intrusions into the cavernous depths of her mouth.
"You're really giving her a wild workout, Jason," Darrell called out excitedly. "I hope there'll still be a little left over for Charlie and me."
"Don't worry," Jason laughed. "This bitch can bounce back. All she needs is somebody like me to break her in."
"While you're breaking her in, just see that you don't break her period," Charlie laughed.
Darrell and Charlie could barely stand to watch the appealing sight of their friend Jason totally taking charge of and dominating the reeling blonde, whose battered mouth continued feeling the brunt of Jason's incessantly plunging staff. As the rugged construction worker neared the point of climax, he removed his busy fingers from his victim's prickly nipples and let them sink against the sore mounds of her previously white but now crimson ass cheeks. He noticed the unsightly scratches and the splotches of dried blood emanating from his wild whip assault, which had gotten things underway a few minutes earlier with a tumultuous thud.
The moment that his fingers sharply grabbed hold of the firm ass globes his victim let out a painful gasp, which did not surprise Jason one bit, since he knew how swollen her buttocks must have been following his whip attack.
It thrilled Jason to know that he was hurting Ellen since he believed firmly with everything in him that she definitely deserved it. He let his fingernails dig into her sensitive assflesh, causing her buttocks to squirm more rapidly than ever as he put the finishing touches on his throatfuck, burying his overpowering erect cock as deeply as he knew how in her mouth.
"Oh damn, you've got her now," an excited Darrell said as his erect penis rolled around inside his trousers. "Just keep ramming her with your dick, Jason. Damn, you're really giving her a fuck."
Jason's body rocked with increasing exhilaration and his heart started pounding more pulsatingly than before as he grunted and gasped, driving his stiff blood-engorged tool deep inside her until he could stand it no more. The first clue as to how close he was to exploding his large deposit of thick white juice came when a few tiny droplets of fluid oozed out of the end of his thundering instrument.
A few quick, jolting stabs later he felt the scalding juices in his mushrooming balls and knew that the spurting phallic floodtide within him just had to be released from the end of his charging cock. There was no looking back, nor could he ease off on his pace as he had done once before. No, he knew, there was no easing off when a person had come this far.
His wiggling buttocks glided back and forth and he heaved a loud gasp as Jason felt the first few droplets of flowing white semen begin to spurt from the end of his steaming pole, which continued to collide with the back of Ellen's throat.
Ellen realized she was getting a terrible headache, but hardly had time to even think about it as the torrential spurting droplets of Jason's escaping jissum thundered wildly from the nub end of his inflamed prick as a raging genital heat enveloped him and his balls remained bloated with helpless naked lust.
The first few jetting blasts of semen were almost enough to convince Ellen that she was going to drown in Jason's sperm. She wanted to cry out but could not, since he had her mouth stuffed with his scorching prick and the splashing prick fluid was gushing voluminously from the end of his fleshy pole.
"I'm off, oh damned, it feels so good," he gasped, smiling as he watched the gobs of hot fluid escaping from the end of his turgid member.