Chapter 2
Barbara came around the corner looking luscious in a halter and denim cut-offs. The halter was made up of two little triangles, each one caressing her firm young tits. Her cut-offs were old things, so they were very tight against her sweet round ass and cute pussy. They were so tight that the seam in front was crushed up against her young twat, making her pussy-lips pout in the fabric.
She was bouncing along the street, feeling pretty and attractive because so many men were staring at her lush curvy body. It was almost two, time for her appointment at the beauty parlor up the street.
But she never made it. The door of a parked car swung open and a man got out. Barbara didn't notice him, because she was smiling one of her cock-teasing smiles at an old guy who was eyeing her.
Glen Simpson stepped right up to the curvaceous young girl and grabbed her arm. "What . . . " Barbara gasped, her eyes going wide.
Glen tugged at her and pulled her right to the car. No one seemed to notice anything funny. Maybe it was her brother or father or husband. Besides, Barbara wasn't struggling.
Actually, she was stunned. It didn't really register with her until the man was pushing her into the back seat of the car. He placed his big hand between her naked shoulder blades and gave her a shove.
Barbara cried out breathlessly and landed right on her tits across the rear seat. The man jumped into the car with her and slammed the door. The car moved right away, speeding up.
Barbara whirled around, quickly getting into a sitting position. She felt awfully vulnerable with her cute little ass poking up at the strange man. But sitting up didn't help her any either.
She kept swallowing hard and looking from one guy to the other. The guy in the back seat with her was just sitting there, grinning lewdly, letting his eyes feast on her flesh, especially her rising and falling tits.
Barbara's heart was in her throat. She'd heard about things like this. She'd even read some horny stories about guys pulling girls off the streets and doing everything under the sun to them. But this was reality--happening to her! She couldn't believe it, and her lower lip began to quiver.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered. Her pretty eyes watered a little, which made them prettier.
The driver laughed out loud and the sound made Barbara shiver, it was such a lewd laugh. Glen smiled at her beautiful pointed tits and said, "Now, what do you think we're going to do to a sexy young chick like you?"
Barbara's young mind raced with all sorts of visions of hot raw sex. The man next to her seemed to sense her thoughts and fears. He chuckled and let his legs fall open. Barbara's frightened eyes fell to the bulge in his lap. It was immense!
"Please," she sniffled, shuddering. "Please don't hurt me."
Glen reached out and started stroking her long soft hair. He stared into her eyes and said thickly, "Nobody's gonna hurt you if you behave."
He traced her curly hair right down to the point of one heaving young tit and gently stroked her poking nipple-point. "I'm gonna say this only once," he muttered, teasing her tit. "If you want to get out of this still looking pretty, you'll do everything we tell you to. Understand?"
His hard eyes held hers, forcing her to answer. Barbara felt like crying. She knew what her answer would mean. But she had to gasp it out.
"Yes," she muttered.
A shiver ran through her and made her pretty tit lift up against the guy's stroking hand. She knew that with that one word she had surrendered her body to these strange, vicious-looking males.
But what else could she do? She was a prisoner, trapped in their car, moving away from familiar places, a captive of two horny men!
"Good girl," Glen said, grinning obscenely at her. "I like to have an understanding right from the start. It makes for a nice time, don't you think?"
Barbara looked away from his penetrating eyes. She saw the driver peering at her through the rear-view mirror. His eyes were also hot and horny!
"Very nice," Glen said hotly. He was eyeing her firm round tit, so warm in his hand. He gave it a squeeze, letting his fingertips press into the naked part of her flesh-globe. "I like young hard tits. I'll bet you're real proud of these beauties, aren't you?"
Barbara shivered again. She could feel her pink nipple getting stiff against his palm and she wished it wouldn't. Catching her breath, she said, "Please don't talk that way to me."
Glen laughed. "Hey, Fred, did you hear that? Little Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes doesn't like to hear fuck talk."
"Well, isn't that too fucking bad!" Fred said over his shoulder. He tilted his head so he could see his buddy's hand mauling Barbara's tit.
"No ... no, please," Barbara gasped, cowering into the corner. She drew back, tits heaving, lips quivering.
Glen let her escape his hand. It was fun doing this. He grinned at her, eyes dancing all over her long lovely body and he said, "Baby, you're gonna hear lots of fuck talk from us. And you're gonna sit still for it, whether you like it or not. After all, we're all gonna be very good friends."
Fred chuckled and said, "Yeah, honey, when we get through with you, we'll know every inch of that cute body of yours as good as you do."
Barbara caught her breath and Glen said, "And I'll bet you know it real good. We've been watching you, baby. You're a cute little cockteaser and you must play with yourself like crazy when you're home alone."
Barbara really heard one word. Her pretty mouth fell open and she gasped. "W-watching me?"
"You're damned right," Glen said, watching her shiver and cower. "We've been watching you cock-teasing all your boyfriends. We used to know girls like you when we were in school. Always leaving us with aching hard-ons. But you ain't gonna leave us with hard-ons, baby."
He suddenly grabbed her slim hand and pulled it right onto his big bulging prick, pressing it there. "You feel this?" he asked.
Barbara tried to free her hand to get away from the powerful cock. Glen squeezed her fingers around his hardening dick. "Feel it?" he yelled.
His rough voice scared Barbara half to death. "Y-yes," she whimpered.
She couldn't help but feel it. The huge, thick man-cock in her hand was throbbing.
Glen moved his hand from hers and said sternly, "Keep your hand on it, understand?" Barbara was afraid of him. "Yes," she said weakly. She kept her slim fingers curled around his monstrous hard-on.
Glen smiled as his cock throbbed in her small fist. "You ever feel a big cock like mine?"
Barbara didn't want to talk about his cock, but she knew she had to or get hurt. "N-no," she stammered.
Glen laughed and his dick pounded against his pants. A wet spot appeared, and his eyes glistened at her. "Feel that with your thumb," he said.
Barbara caught her lower lip between her teeth, but obeyed. Her thumb moved over his pants into the wetness.
"That's it, baby," he grinned. "Play in it. Hot, ain't it? That's my pre-cum, baby. That's what you do with all those poor cocks you tease. Nice and wet, ain't it? Rub your thumb in it. Harder. Rub the head of my dick."
Barbara felt terrible doing this, but she had no choice. She was afraid of these older guys. They weren't the kind of guys she'd go out with. She always chose guys she knew she could control. But there was something dangerous about these two, something animal and hot and hungry.
"Wh-who are you?" she whimpered, holding on to his throbbing prick and rubbing her thumb against his cock-head. "Why are you doing this to me? Where are you taking me? Please ... let me go."
Both men were laughing at that. "Let you go!" Glen roared. "Baby, we haven't even begun yet! We're taking you to a nice little cabin in the woods where we're gonna fuck the hell out of your cute little body."
"Yeah!" Fred put in, suddenly horny. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth with my big raunchy cock!"
"Oh!" Barbara gasped. Her hand trembled on Glen's immense prick.
"Don't worry," he said. "You'll love it. We're gonna do to you what all your boyfriends have been wanting to do to you. We're gonna lick your tits and suck your cunt and fuck your ass and screw your pussy - and whatever else we feel like doing."
"Oh, my God!" Barbara gasped, shivering. "No, please. Not me! Oh, God, not me!" "Why not you?" Glen laughed. "You deserve it more than any other kind of girl. Cockteasers need to be fucked and sucked and turned on, and, baby, we're sure gonna turn you on!"
Barbara started crying, little tears dripping from her bright eyes. "But why? Why are you doing this to me?"
Fred chuckled and said, "Because we're two horny studs, honey, and because you're one nice piece of ass!"
Glen pushed his big dick up at her hand and said, "And we haven't had any pussy in two years. We've been in prison where there ain't no snatch."
Barbara's mouth fell open. "Two years!" she gasped. Just the thought of being at the mercy of two men scared her, but these two men hadn't had sex in years! The reality of her situation made something happen to her. The feel of the guy's big hot dick in her hand and the thought that both of them were horny out of their minds made her nipples tingle and her pussy start getting moist.
She knew the men couldn't know this about her, and she tried with all her might to fight back the feelings in her belly. But the guy's cock was so hard, so thick, and so hot! It was the biggest cock she ever felt!
She didn't realize she was staring at it. Glen grinned and said, "You like my big dick, huh?"
"What?" Barbara said, startled. "I . . . no, I mean, no, no!" She blushed and murmured, "Please don't treat me like this. "I'm . . . I'm not what you say I am."
"Oh, you ain't, huh?" Glen sneered. "You ain't what? Say it."
Barbara shuddered. "No, please, I don't want to say a thing like that."
"Say it, God damn it!" Fred roared from the front seat.
Barbara jumped at the sound of his voice. Her frightened eyes peered at Glen and she whispered, "I'm not a . . . a . . . cock-teaser."
"Oh, no?" he chuckled. "Sit back. Go ahead, sit back. Let go of my dick and sit back against the seat."
Puzzled but obedient because she didn't want them to yell at her again, Barbara released his fiery cock and sat back.
"Now spread those lovely legs of yours," Glen said.
Barbara obeyed that command too. She spread her thighs apart, wondering why he wanted her to.
"God damn!" Glen murmured. "Hey, Fred, look at this cute little crotch, will ya?" Fred shot a hot glance over his shoulder and whistled. Barbara felt humiliated as the two men kept staring right into the center of her little shorts.
"You ain't a cockteaser, huh?" Glen sneered at her. "What kind of a chick would walk around with shorts that tight? Man, they're digging right into your cunt! Does that feel good when you're walking? Bet your pussy's nice and wet with that denim crushed between your cuntlips. Feels good, huh?"
"No, noooo," Barbara cried. "They're just old, that's all. I . . . "
Both men were laughing and Barbara felt her pretty face flush with embarrassment. It was no use trying to kid them, she knew now. They could see right through her. They seemed to know all about her. They sure knew why she was wearing her favorite crotch-crushing cut-offs! And they knew she was a cockteaser! And they were going to make her pay!
She shivered in her corner as Glen's hot eyes riveted to her pussy-bulge. Up till now she had always liked these shorts, but now she was afraid because they were so sexy. There was hardly any crotch to them at all, and what little there was strangled her cunt.
Glen grinned at her. He leaned toward her and slipped his hot hand against the firm smoothness of her thigh.
Barbara quivered and made a strange sound in her dry throat. The guy was deliberately teasing her inner thigh, rubbing it and making his fingertips inch up towards her pussy.
"Nooo," she whimpered, "please don't." Glen chuckled with pleasure and teased his way up her flesh, making her quiver and whimper. Her lovely leg began to tremble under his caress and he was getting off on this teasing, loving the way the beautiful girl shivered with excitement and fear.
His fingertips touched the edge of her shorts. Barbara caught her breath. "No, no, please, don't touch me there."
"Where?" Glen demanded to know. Barbara felt terrible then. He was going to make her say it and he was going to touch it anyway. She couldn't stop him. She was his captive!
"Say it, baby," he muttered, moving his fingers over a little.
"Please," Barbara gasped, knowing he was going to rub her cunt through the denim. "Please don't touch my pussy."
"Nice, baby," he said thickly. "Been a long time since I heard a chick say pussy. I'll bet you've got a gorgeous little cunt."
His fingertips danced onto her pussy and rubbed. The combination of his lustful words and the horny touch of his fingers made Barbara's head swim. Her long lashes fluttered and her eyelids grew heavy. She sucked in her breath as Glen's finger pressed right against her quivery little clit.
"Ohhhh, noooo," she gasped, suddenly shivering.
"What a hot little bitch you are," Glen murmured, mauling her twat through the tight shorts. Then, to his friend, he said, "Her shorts are so tight I can't even get my finger into them. But her pussy's real hot, buddy, hot and wet. I can feel the heat right through the shorts. I think they're getting wet."
He looked up at the panting girl and grinned. "Are you gonna cum, baby? You sure look hot, you know that? You like your cunt rubbed, don't you?"
Before Barbara could protest, Fred groaned, "Christ, Glen, knock it off, will ya? I'm gonna cum in my pants! Jesus, but she's gorgeous! I wanna fuck her, Glen! I gotta fuck her now! Christ, I'm so fucking horny for her! What a doll!"
"Easy, Fred, easy," Glen said. "Don't smash up the car now. We've got it made with this pretty little bitch. Just get us to the cabin and we'll rape the shit out of her."
Fred licked his lips nervously and said, "Can't we just stop long enough for her to suck us both off?"
"And get seen?" Glen said. "No. Just keep driving. She'll suck you off a lot later, won't you, baby?"
Barbara's head was spinning. Her tits were aching for some strange reason. Her pussy was buzzing. She felt trapped, caught, at their mercy.
She'd always been so proud of her beauty. But now she hated it. These two hungry animals were lusting after her luscious young body like two wolves after their prey. How they looked at her! They looked like they could eat her alive, suck her tits till they were sore, drive her crazy with desires she didn't want!
She trembled on the seat, feeling the tingles in her hot little cunt. The man named Glen was having fun with her, cunt-teasing her, making her whimper and moan. She couldn't keep her pussy from getting hot and wet. She could feel her come-juice leaking from between the moist lips of her pussy, spreading into the denim.
Glen felt it, too. Stroking her cunt harder, he grinned at her and said, "Why don't you just cum a good one, baby? Hump your pussy and cum a lot against my fingers. Come on, let's see how you hump your pretty twat at home."
"No, noooo," Barbara panted. She fought against the urge to obey him and please him. She tried so hard not to let her ass or hips or pussy move. But the man's fingers kept driving her crazy, kept stroking her twat, making her whimper with naughty feelings.
Glen was just about to force her to hump her cute twat when Fred said, "Here we are, Glen. Jesus, let's get her inside! My cock's gonna burst!"
Glen got out of the car first, then took Barbara's hand and pulled her out. Both men walked quickly along the path to the cabin. Barbara tried to hold back, as if she could escape her sexual fate. She was crying again.
"Where are we?" she sobbed. Her cute tits were jiggling as Glen pulled her along. And her luscious ass was wiggling as she tried not to trip over stones. "We're at your love nest, baby," Glen said. "Your own little love nest. All for you."
He drew her inside and Fred immediately bolted and barred the door, grinning at her. Barbara looked around quickly, afraid. It was a comfy little cabin, but she noticed right away that all the windows were barred.
Glen pulled her across the room to a cot. Before she knew what he was up to, he forced her down on it on her back. Without a word, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a length of red cord. Pulling her hands above her head, he started tying her wrists to the end of the cot.
Barbara twisted on the cot and peered up at what he was doing to her. A new fear gripped her belly.
"Why are you tying my hands?" she whimpered.
Glen stood back with Fred and both men stood glaring at the curvy, luscious body of the girl. Grinning, Fred muttered, "Because we're gonna turn you on, you little cockteaser."
"Yeah," Glen chuckled, eyeing her ripe jutting tits. "When we get finished with you, you'll be begging us to fuck you."
Barbara swallowed hard. "I ... I don't understand," she said breathlessly.
Fred laughed and Glen said, "Baby, we're gonna cunt-tease you till you're aching for our cocks!"
Barbara shivered. A strange exciting feeling started in her belly and flashed down right into her wet pussy. "Ohhhh, noooo," she groaned.
The two horny guys chuckled and moved toward her defenseless, trapped young body.