Chapter 6
After stumbling along the dark, dreary path for about two hours, Judy's heart skipped a beat as she came upon an open area. She clambered anxiously up a small hill and stood upon a narrow, paved roadway.
She sighed with relief and spoke out loud, "Thank heavens, this is a road! I'll wait until morning and, surely, someone will be along to help me. Thank..."
A hairy, clammy hand tightened about her mouth, cutting off her prayer of thanks in mid-sentence. Judy's cold body convulsed with anguish as she felt a warm tongue slither into her ear.
She wanted to scream, but the hand held her mouth closed.
A throaty voice hissed into her ear. "Well, my little one. You certainly are a predictable fucking bitch. You must be Judy. Jake told us that you had probably followed the path through the woods, and that path ends right here. So we just came out here and waited for you. Now, get your fucking ass in gear, honey, and don't try screaming because my buddy and I would not like that one bit, and we'd probably decide to kick your fucking ass if you managed to upset us in any way. You got it?" he asked as he released his firm grip on her mouth.
"Y-Yes, I... get it," she replied in a frightened stammering voice. Judy sobbed uncontrollably. Tears poured down her face and she wept loudly.
Snaaaaap! A whip flailed her naked ass-cheeks. The whip stung her and caused her to flinch and fall down on the ground. Snap! Snap! Snap! The whip continued to fall upon her ass-cheeks, and when she rolled over to escape the punishing lash, the whip caught her tender tits and flailed her ripe nipples.
"Ouch, no! Ouch!" Judy cried as the whip bit into her tender naked flesh. She rolled about on the cold ground in a desperate attempt to escape the bite of the evil whip. But her frantic motions were in vain. The lash kept descending and striking her in her tits and on her ass, and, finally, the leather lash struck her directly on her clit. She screamed and rolled in the dirt.
And the beating stopped.
Relieved beyond belief, Judy looked up at her tormentor. The man looked to be about average height and weight, and, except for the evil-looking black leather horsewhip that he gripped in one hand, he did not look especially frightening or dangerous. What was he beating her for? she wondered. And what did he want from her?
Suddenly, she remembered him saying that Jake had directed him to the very spot at which she had come upon the paved road. The realization that this man was linked in some evil way to Jake stunned her, and hit her like an earthquake. It was simply too horrible to be true!
"Well, well, my little slut," the man said. "I think you've been tamed a bit by my whip. Now, get your sweet young ass up off the ground and start walking," he directed as he pointed with the tip of the whip in the direction he wished her to travel.
As she stood up on shaky legs, shivering in the chilly night air, she wept and slowly began to walk down the road. At first, she thought of breaking into a run and trying to escape. But, knowing that she was too tired and cold and confused to manage it, she instantly gave up the fleeting thought of escape. The wicked man with the whip would surely catch her and beat her badly for disobeying his commands.
They walked about a hundred yards before Judy caught sight of a Ford van which was parked on the side of the otherwise deserted road. As they neared the van, she detected a short, stocky man who was standing by the vehicle, smoking a cigarette and waiting.
"What are you going to do with me?" Judy asked the man with the whip as they walked in the darkness.
"Now what do you think we're gonna do with you, bitch?" the man said.
"I-I don't know. Are you... going to... kill me?"
"We just might do that, bitch," he replied. "If you give us any crap, that's exactly what well do. And, let me warn you, my buddy and me, we don't especially want to kill you, because we paid good fucking money to get a hold of you, and we'd hate to lose it by killing you. So, if we do kill you, we'll be plenty pissed-off, and we're liable to make you suffer plenty in the process. You understand, don't you?" he hissed as he flicked the whip across her bare shoulders.
"Ouch!" she shrieked.
"Shit, that's nothing. You probably don't even know the fucking meaning of pain," he taunted.
"Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me."
The man signaled his buddy to get in the cab of the van. Then he opened the rear doors of the van and shoved Judy inside. Pushing her hard, she fell face forward on the carpeted interior.
"I hope you like the accommodations," the man quipped as he leapt in after her.
The driver looked back and, after he saw that both of his passengers were inside of the van, he started the engine and drove down the dark road.
"Roll over, bitch!" the man ordered, punctuating his command with a slashing blow from his whip that caused her to wince in pain and agony.
She rolled over, and he promptly produced ropes, with which he tied her-spread-eagled-on the floor of the van.
"Ha! Ha!" he laughed as he leered at the helpless woman. "You are a real sight for sore fucking eyes, cunt," he taunted. "But, you know something? You aren't too bad to look at. In fact, you're a pretty little bitch. Nice tits," he enthused as his clammy hands explored her ripe, up thrust tits.
Judy jerked her hips sideways in a frantic effort to escape his lascivious pawing of her tender tit-flesh. But it was useless. She was securely bound, and in her spread-eagled position, she was totally helpless. "Please leave me alone," she begged in a weak voice. "I've been through so much already. I-I just don't think I can stand any more abuse."
"Shit, you fucking slut. You really piss me off. Here I am massaging your nice tits and you say I'm abusing you. I get the feeling that you don't like me. Is that right, cunt? You don't care for me at all, do you?"
"No, I hate you!" she blurted. The instant that she said it, she knew that it was a terrible mistake. The man's widened in hate and anger, and his hands clawed at her ripe tit-flesh. He raked his fingernails across her tits and pinched her nipples cruelly.
"That was not a wise thing to say, cunt," he stated bluntly. "I have to punish you for that statement. You really should consider your words more carefully when you are talking to me."
She cried in pain as he pinched her nipples, but the man seemed half-crazed and capable of doing anything to her. He had the most sinister look on his face. She was weak and frightened but still she strained at the ropes which bound her in the van. It was useless to resist, and even while she struggled, she knew that she could not get free. The ropes were digging painfully into her tender skin. Realizing that she was merely wasting her energy, she stopped her senseless struggled and, pouting and crying, she looked into the man's cruel eyes, hoping to find a trace of sympathy. There was none.
"Please forgive me," she begged. "I didn't mean it. Really I didn't. I don't hate you," she lied.
"Up your fucking cunt, you whore," he said as he moved toward the back of the van and rummaged around in the tool box.
"No, believe me, I'm sorry," Judy pleaded.
"You had your chance, cunt," the man muttered as he pulled out a long, steel crowbar. "Now I'm going to teach you a little lesson."
"But, I didn't mean anything by..." She gasped as she felt the cold, hard steel crowbar slip between her pink pussy-lips. "Good God! Don't put that in my pussy! You'll tear me to shreds!" she wailed.
"If I do rip your cunt up, it'll be your fault, you fucking foul-mouthed slut," he hissed as he inched the crowbar deeper into her tight young cunt. He worked the iron bar back and forth inside of her pussy, rubbing the tip of the bar against the walls of her cunt-sheath.
"Mmmmmmmmmmppphhhhhhh... no... please... don't," she gasped in a muffled voice. She tried to move away from the horrid crowbar that was buried in her cunt, but every time that she pulled her hips back, the man pushed the crowbar deeper into her pussy. There was no way to escape the steel crowbar that sawed in and out of her tight cunt.
"Hey, now your pussy's starting to work real nice, bitch!" the man enthused. "Yeah! Hell, your cunt's getting all lathered up with hot cunt-oils now. It looks like you enjoy the feeling of a crowbar fucking your tight, hot pussy."
"Noooooo!" she wailed in reply. "It's terrible. It-It's disgusting. Please, take that awful thing out of my pussy. I beg of you."
"Not a fucking chance, you whore," he answered coldly. "I can tell by all the cunt-juice you're putting out that you are a hot little bitch. Shit! Your cunt is seething," he said in amazement.
He continued to pump the crowbar into her cunt, and stared at her pussy. Each time that the crowbar rammed into her cuntal depths, pussy-juice gushed out of her twat and flowed down the steel length of the crowbar.
She writhed about on the floor of the van. It was useless to resist, but the degradation of getting fucked by a crowbar was simply too great for her to bear. She just wanted to get away from that horrid steel crowbar, and from the evil man who kept ramming it into her cunt. She could hardly believe that this decadent scene was happening to her. In the past day, she had experienced a great number of bizarre things. She had been terribly abused and mistreated by many different people. But this was the worst, she thought. She was being fucked by a crowbar!
"Yeah, now move your ass in time with the crowbar, bitch!" the man commanded.
"Nooooo, I won't!" she rasped, trying to maintain some shred of dignity before the horrid assault.
"Well, you better had, or this piece of steel is gonna tear your cunt to pieces," he remarked with an evil grin. The lecherous look on his face told her that he was not kidding in the least.
So she did as she was told. She began to move her hips rhythmically in time with the plunging movements of the crowbar which pumped in and out of her tight, juicy cunt. And, much to her surprise, the hard steel bar began to feel kind of good! She could hardly believe it, but her clit began to tingle and twitch as the bar sluiced in and out of her tight, hot twat.
"Ohhhhh! Oh, my God!" she gasped. "It... It's... starting to get me... hot," she said in a whimpering tone of voice. Her hateful emotions and the extreme humiliation that she felt were somehow being overcome and replaced with lewd feelings of unfulfilled sexual passion and need. She wanted to reach an orgasm-to climax. She wanted to cum in the worst way.
"Well," the man said as he unzipped his trousers. "If you're starting to get turned on, it's time for me to shove my cock up your pussy. Yeah!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your hot little twat, you whore."
Leaving the crowbar buried in her seething cunt, he quickly stripped off his pants and prepared to fuck the helpless woman.
"Please don't fuck me!" she cried. The very thought of the man raping her cunt brought her to her senses. All thoughts of reaching an orgasm ceased instantly. But, although she hated to admit the truth, it seemed as though her hips kept jerking in a frantic effort to keep the crow bar moving in her seething pussy. She really did want to cum, but she had to deny her sexual feelings if she were to maintain any dignity at all. She could not give in to this cruel, sadistic man who was preparing to rape her.
The man pulled the crowbar out of her cunt, and as it passed between her swollen pussy-lips, she heard a lewd sucking noise. He heard the noise too, and remarked, "You just hate to have me pull that crowbar out of your cunt, don't you?" He laughed heartily, tossed the crowbar into the back of the van, and mounted her.
Grunting obscenely, he plunged his hard prick into her tight, hot pussy.
"Unnggghhhhh! Fuck! You do have a nice cunt, bitch!" he exclaimed loudly. "Just right! It fits around my prick just right!" He began to pump his throbbing cock into her seething cunt. Jerking back and forth in swift movements, he rammed his hard cock into her twat. At the same time, he licked circles around her taut nipples, and they grew hard and pointed with his lewd caresses.
"Ohhhhh, good God," she moaned. She tried to think of something to say, something that would make him stop raping her. But she could not think of anything but the lustful sensations which pulsed through her clit, pussy and nipples. The crude man was turning her on in a big way. She had absolutely no control over her body.
"Yeah, slut," he hissed. "You like it. You like my cock inside of your cunt. Admit it, bitch. You enjoy having me fuck you. Admit it!" he demanded.
He wanted her to answer, and she knew it. But she was too degraded to admit that it felt good. If she admitted that she enjoyed getting raped by the man, she would lose whatever small portion of decency she still had left. As a result, she remained silent and refused to answer the man.
"Admit it!" he shouted as he bit her nipple, causing her to jerk spasmodically. "Admit it!" he repeated louder.
As his teeth gripped her other nipple and bit down hard, she surrendered the last particle of her honor and cried out, "Yes, I admit it! I love your cock! Fuck me hard! Rape my cunt with your hard cock! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!"
"All right!" the man gasped in triumph. And he began to ram his prick harder and faster into her hot cunt. He pressed all of his weight upon her tender body and stuck his tongue into her mouth. She returned his passionate kiss with mixed emotions. She despised herself for actually responding to the crude sexual onslaught of the man who kissed her and pounded his prick into her hot cunt. But, there was no way that she could help herself. She was simply overcome with passion and lust.
"Unnggghhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Yes, fuck me nice and hard," she cooed and moaned as he began sucking her neck and jerked his throbbing prick into her cuntal depths. She felt as though her cunt were impaled on a hard, steel rod. Yes, that was it! His hard prick felt almost identical to the crowbar as it sawed in and out of her pussy. His prick controlled her every movement, and she jerked her hips and wiggled her ass in perfect unison with his hard, hammering cock-thrusts. His rock-hard cock controlled her body and her mind as it pumped and sluiced into her juice-slicked twat.
She loved it. She truly loved being raped by the man, and she insisted on telling him so.
"Good God!" she gasped between his cock-thrusts. "I... I love your cock. It... feels ... so good... fucking my pussy. Keep fucking me. I love it. I love your cock!" she cried in sexual bliss.
"Shut the fuck up, you filthy fucking slut!" he shouted. "I don't give a shit whether you like it or not." Then he abruptly ceased his hard thrusting motions and glared at her. His eyes had a far-off, strange glow in them and he appeared to be thinking hard and long.
Not knowing how to respond, and fearful that he might beat her if he broke out into a rage, she pursed her lips and tried to remain silent.
But the man simply stared into her eyes. He looked right through her, and did not even seem to see the look of lustful desire that she returned. She was pleading with him to fuck her, to continue fucking her seething cunt. Pleading with her eyes.
Finally, she could stand it no longer. She had to say something. Her cunt was on fire, and she needed sexual release. She simply could not bear to wait any longer for him to continue fucking her. Her cunt was filled with his hot and hard cock, but he refused to move.
Lifting her hips in an effort to get him aroused enough to bury his hard cock deeper inside of her cunt, she spoke. "Please don't stop fucking me," she pleaded. "I don't know who you are, but it doesn't matter anymore. Your cock feels so damned good inside of my pussy. Just fuck me. Please, just fuck me!" she cried.
At once, he snapped out of his stupor and responded in a calm, cold voice. "I'll fuck you, bitch! I'll fuck you, all right. You're damned right I'll fuck you, but you won't like it one damned bit. I'm punishing you for giving me a lot of shit, so I don't want you to like it."
Judy laid there, wondering what was going to happen next. Her cunt throbbed and her clit-nubbin twitched with lust-filled nervous anxiety. She was on the verge of a powerful orgasm, and she wanted to climax in the worst way. She knew that, if he started pumping his prick into her cunt again, she would cum. Her heart pumped quickly and she waited nervously for him to start fucking her cunt once again. She closed her eyes tight and waited.
Slowly-ever so slowly-he pulled his hips backward, slipping his hard cock inch-by-inch out of her cunt.
"Noooooo!" she cried as she felt his prick slip past her hot and swollen cunt-lips. "Nooooo! Don't stop fucking me! I beg of you!" she wailed.
He laughed and, guiding his hard cock with has hand, he pressed his prick into the tender opening of her tight asshole.
She gasped when she felt his bulbous cock-knob press against her tender asshole. This was not he kind of fucking that she wanted and needed so desperately. She wanted her cunt fucked-not her asshole!
But he paid her no mind. The man did not care what she wanted. He was intent upon butt-fucking Judy. And, she could tell by the look in his eyes that he would stop at nothing until he had fucked her in the ass.
Instinctively, she jerked her hips sideways in a frantic effort to escape his hard prick that was at the very opening of her asshole.
But, the man was too quick for her. He gripped her ass-cheeks firmly and thrust forward, jamming his cock-shaft deep into her nether-hole. She gasped as she felt his prick-tip burrow into her tight asshole. Her ass-muscles immediately tightened, making it more difficult for the man to ram his prick into her tight ass. But, no matter how hard she tightened her sphincter muscles, she could not keep his prick from burrowing deeper and deeper into her tight, hot asshole.
"Don't! Don't fuck me in the asshole! Please! My little asshole is too tight for your hard cock!" She cried and flailed about on the floor of the moving van, but whenever she moved, the ropes that bound her bit harshly into her tender flesh, chafing and rubbing her raw skin. The pain was unbelievable, and she was not sure that she could endure it much longer.
But, worse than the pain from the ropes that held her ankles and wrists was the pain from the man's cock as it slammed hard and deep into her ass-crack.
"Yeah, bitch!" he snarled. "You don't like getting raped in your little asshole, do you?"
"Noooo!" she wailed. "I hate it! And I hate you for fucking me in the ass, you bastard!" she exclaimed as tears poured down her cheeks.
"Ah-hah!" he laughed lewdly. "My dear, your screams are music to my ears. And your asshole is just right. Nice and tight! Mmmmmppphhhh! Unngggghhhhh!" he grunted. "I like fucking your asshole much better than your cunt. Your asshole is a hell of a lot tighter. It feels better."
"Stop it! Stop it, you bastard!" she screamed in agonizing pain and frustration.
"Up your asshole, you bitch!" he rasped in reply as he cupped her firm ass-cheeks, squeezed them tightly in his strong hands and pried her ass-globes apart. "I want to stick my cock deeper into your asshole, you fucking whore," he shouted obscenely as he plunged forward, impaling her tight asshole on his steel-hard prick.
She shut her eyes tight and tried desperately to think of something other than the man's hard prick which reamed her tight asshole. But it was impossible to think of anything else. She groaned and grunted and breathed deeply. Hoping that he would soon cum, she decided that she would clench her ass-muscles tightly around his raging hard-on. So, she gritted her teeth and clamped her asshole down on his prick.
"Unngggghhhh!" he grunted. "That's the way to fuck my cock with your ass, bitch!" he snorted. "It won't be long now," he added as he began to fuck her asshole with faster, deeper strokes of his raging cock-shaft. His prick was buried balls-deep in her tight nether-hole, and she felt wave after wave of terrible pain.
"You-You're going to split my ass in two!" she shrieked.
But he paid no mind to her protestations. He just kept pounding his prick into her asshole.
"Fuck you and your asshole, you fucking cunt!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna cum right up your ass... any second now, I'm gonna fill your asshole with my cum!"
She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as she did everything possible to endure the terrible pain that his hard cock caused in her tight asshole. I must survive! she thought. I simply must survive all of this pain and humiliation and degradation!
The man was fucking her asshole like an animal now. His cock throbbed inside of her asshole as he lurched forward relentlessly and brutally-butt-fucking the helpless woman who was tied up in the back of a swiftly moving van.
"Now!" he snorted loudly. "I... I'm cumming!" he screamed as a thick load of jism spewed out of his deeply buried prick-slit and filled her tight asshole to overflowing.
"Good God!" she wailed as she felt her insides fill with his creamy, sticky cum. His white-hot jism bathed the tight walls of her tender and sore ass-channel, and she could feel his cum pouring out of her asshole and streaming down her creamy thighs.
"Yeah!" he gasped as he put all of his weight on her ripe, naked body. "That was a real nice fucking, I must admit. You sure do have a tight little asshole, bitch!" he exclaimed laughingly. "It sure is a lot nicer fucking your asshole than fucking your cunt," he added.
Then he slowly rolled off of her and breathed deeply. After a few moments, the man regained his composure. He sat up and looked down at the helpless woman. Shaking his head in disgust, he spoke to her. "You really look like shit, bitch. That won't do. No, that won't do at all. You've got to look nice and pretty or we won't get a good price for you."
"Wh-what do you mean?" she implored.
"Goddammit, cunt," he replied crudely. "Didn't Jake bother to tell you where you were going? Don't you know what kind of business we're in?"
"No, I don't" she replied with tears in her eyes. She was afraid to hear the answer, but she simply had to know.
"What do you do, and what is going to become of me?" she asked fearfully. "I thought that you were going to kill me."
"Not a chance, darling," the man said. "You are worth a lot of money to us. Shit, you really are a dumb cunt. We sell women as slaves to wealthy men."
Judy was dumbfounded. Slavery was against the law. Slavery had been outlawed over a hundred years ago. What in the world was the man talking about? she wondered.
"Yeah," he continued as he pulled on his trousers. "We have very wealthy men-usually old men-as our clients. They buy pretty women from us and keep them chained up in dungeons. Just to keep them around and fuck them whenever they get the urge. That's what you're gonna be, bitch. A sex-slave to some old bastard in Europe. Some rich old mean son of a bitch who will whip your ass and fuck you whenever he feels like it. And, he'll pay a pretty penny for you. I'm sure of that. Because I can tell by looking at you that, once you get a shower and some nice clothes on, you'll be a stunning beauty."
"Oh, no!" she gasped in disbelief. This was too strange and evil for her to grasp. She was totally confused.
Just then, the van slowed to a stop in front of a big house. The driver honked the horn twice, and a voluptuous brunette appeared at the door. She strolled down to the van and peered inside. Glancing at Judy, she shook her head in disgust.
"I don't know," she said calmly and with a bit of disgust. "She looks a bit worn, but, maybe once we get her fixed up, she'll be okay. Bring her in."