Chapter 2
They were on the road before sunup, headed west towards the mountains. Jimmy, fully dressed again, was behind the wheel. Pam, wearing a white blouse and a blue skirt, was sitting beside him; and she was anything but comfortable.
"Did you have to tie me up like this?" she asked. The coarse rope wrapped around her ankles bit into her flesh and sent waves of pain sweeping through both legs, while the wrappings around her wrists turned her flesh red and made her hands numb. "I hurt all over."
"It's for your own good," he said, reaching to switch on the radio. "I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to escape."
"They're going to hang you when they catch you," she said. "I'm well respected in my neighborhood. I've been a librarian there for the past three years. Both the kids and their parents love me."
"What about the men in the town? Do they love you too? Do they ever try to get in your panties?" He said it with a chuckle.
"You would have to say something filthy. No one tries to get in my panties. I told you, I'm well respected."
"Shit! You librarians really think you're something, don't you? You live your whole lives around books and books and more books. Hell, why don't you introduce those kids to fucking! Instead of giving those young boys books, why don't you give them some pussy?"
She wished he would keep quiet. It was bad enough for her to have to be tied up like this, but did she also have to listen to his filthy mouth?
"What in the hell made you want to become a librarian, anyway?" he asked. "Were you born hating sex?"
"It has nothing to do with hating sex. There's nothing wrong with loving books and people. You should try it some time ... Besides, a woman has to earn a living somehow."
"I suppose so," he said. "But a pretty little bitch like you could probably make a lot more money as a hooker." He chuckled again, then reached over and ran his hand through her long yellow hair. "Yes, sirree. You're really something. Lovely hair. Gorgeous blue eyes. Smooth silky skin. And the sweetest red lips I've ever seen. And I haven't even mentioned your body yet."
"Don't mention it." She jerked her head away from his hand.
"Aw, what's the matter. Don't you want men to notice your body? Most normal women do." Then he lowered his hand to her knees and pinched them.
"Stop it." She wanted to get away from him, but couldn't.
"Don't jerk away from me," he said. "You might make me lose control of the car, and then we'll both die."
With one hand on the wheel, Jimmy slipped his other hand beneath the librarian's skirt and began to fondle her thighs. He was driving dangerously, moving his eyes from her thighs to the road and back to her thighs. But he didn't seem concerned, he laughed as he pinched and fondled the softest parts of her thighs. He could feel the heat from her cunt even though she was wearing panties, and he could feel the dampness too.
Pam shivered each time the youth's fingers dug into her thigh meat. The pressure on her thighs grew and grew. His hand moved hurriedly beneath her skirt, telling her he was becoming very aroused. She feared this, and what it might lead to. But being tied up the way she was, there wasn't much she could do to stop him.
With her thighs tingling, she gazed out the window at the passing cars, wishing someone would rescue her. But they had no way of knowing about her desperate situation, she realized. And she had no way of telling them. Nor could she signal to the many farmhouses that flew by her window. There was just no way.
But perhaps conversation would keep the youth's mind off her body, at least it was worth a try.
"Why is it so important that we reach your cabin? Why can't you just hide out anywhere?"
"Hell, bitch! That cabin is the safest place I know. It's located deep in the mountains. No one will ever find me there."
Or her either, thought Pam. And the thought was not a pleasant one.
"But why do I have to go with you?" she asked.
"To keep me company during those long dark nights. And to serve as a hostage in case I run into trouble."
Well, now she knew. She had already spent one long dark night with him, and she was still hurting. She certainly wasn't looking forward to spending any more nights with him.
Then his hand began to move again, this time towards her cunt mound. He had obviously gotten his fill of her thighs and was searching for more rewarding parts of her body. She tried to think of more things to say, but the big bulge moving towards her cunt kept her from concentrating.
When his fingers touched her damp panties, Pam creamed. Then violent shivers raced up her spine, taking away her breath. Her face blushed red from the embarrassment, and all she could think of was crawling into some dark corner to hide.
But Jimmy kept pinching her cunt mound in spite of the wetness. He chuckled as he did so, adding to her shame. She continued to shiver and gasp as the youth's hand covered more and more of her cunt mound.
She wanted him to keep his eyes on the road, not on her body. He had no right to put her life in danger just to please his dirty animal urges. She told him so too, but that didn't stop him from seizing still more of her cunt mound in his greedy fingers.
"Stop it!" she suddenly cried, growing hysterical. "Stop it! Leave my pussy alone!"
He reached inside her panties and shoved one finger up her fuck hole. He did it smiling, figuring that she deserved it. Shit, who was she to say no to him?
"Aagh!" groaned Pam, finding herself plugged once again.
She saw the sinister grin on his face, and she knew that her protests were falling upon deaf ears. He meant to use her in any dirty way he pleased. She looked down at the bulge beneath her skirt one more time, and decided then and there that she would not stand for his lewd behavior any longer.
"I said no, you bastard!" And she butted him with her forehead and sent the car weaving out of control.
"Hey, look out!" he said, snatching his finger out of her cunt and grabbing the wheel with both hands.
But it was too late. The car went off the road, rolled down the embankment, and crashed through dense brush before slamming into a sturdy oak tree. Pam wound up on the floor, dazed but uninjured. She checked herself over, and when she was sure she was all right, she climbed back up into her seat.
She saw that Jimmy too was all right, though, like her, a bit shaken. However, the ropes around her wrists and ankles kept her from taking advantage of his woozy condition. She had to remain in her seat, still at his mercy and knowing how angry he must now be.
"You stupid bitch! You damned near got us both killed!" He got out and walked towards the front of the car.
He inspected the car for several minutes, frowning and shaking his head the whole while. A complete wreck, she guessed. After a few minutes, he came around to her side of the car and opened the door with such force that she nearly shit on herself. Wow! This was the angriest she had ever seen him.
"Now you've done it, bitch," he said. "This fucking car is all shot to hell. It's no use to us at all."
A happy thought suddenly came to Pam.
Perhaps now that the youth had no transportation, he would abandon his plan to kidnap her. Maybe he would leave her here with the car while he escaped through the woods. That would be just great for her. She was sure she could make it back up to the road and flag down a passing motorist. Then she would be free again!
But Jimmy wasn't thinking that way.
"Get out of the car, dammit. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. C'mon!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her from the seat.
"What are you going to do? Please, leave me here. There's still time for you to escape."
"Don't tell me what to do. I'm the boss." Then he threw her up against the side of the car and started tearing at her clothes.
Pam could barely stand, what with her feet bound together. She leaned against the fender, unable to protect herself.
Suddenly he ripped her blouse open down the front. Buttons flew everywhere. The material shredded like paper. Then a burst of cool air caressed her belly and cleavage.
"Ohhh!" she cried, trembling with fear. "Get away from me!"
Jimmy grabbed her bra next and ripped it right off. Pam cried out again as the metal clasp scratched her smooth back when it broke loose. She didn't want to believe this was happening again, but the sudden gush of air on her naked tits convinced her.
"You're crazy!" she shouted, trying to hide her jutting tits from his view. "We're only fifty yards from the road, and it's broad daylight. Someone is sure to see us. These woods aren't that thick."
"Let me worry about that."
Jimmy reached for her skirt and tore it off her, breaking the zipper as he did so. He left a red bruise on her hip, but he didn't stop to apologize. Instead, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and started yanking.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, trying to twist away from him. "Don't take off any more."
As she twisted away, she lost her balance and fell, tits first, against the window. Jimmy seized upon this opportunity to finish what he had started. He gave a hard yank on the waistband and ripped her panties down the back, exposing her asscrack. Then, using both hands, he widened the tear until her panties were dangling loosely from her thighs.
"Aagh!" she moaned, feeling a draft on her ass. "You're hurting me." Her flesh throbbing where her panties had been torn from her body.
"One more yank and I'll be through," he told her, and he then snapped her shredded panties free of her thighs and tossed them away.
Pam turned around painfully. She stood there with her wrists and ankles bound tightly, wearing nothing but a ripped blouse. Jimmy had a splendid view of her tits and cunt, and she knew it.
His eyes bugged out as he looked her up and down. She was even lovelier in the sunlight, with the rays reflecting off her creamy skin. He meant to rape her again, but first he had to destroy her fighting spirit.
"You keep your ass right there, bitch. I'll be back in a second. Then I'll show you once and for all just who's the boss."
Pam watched as he walked over to a nearby bush and tore off a long thin branch. He began stripping the branch of its leaves and twigs. When he began slashing the bared branch through the air, whip-like, she started to tremble. But when he returned to her, holding the snaky branch tightly in his fist and grinning wickedly; she started to whimper.
"No, you wouldn't!" She wanted to run away, but the rope around her ankles prevented her. "Please don't hurt me!"
He answered her by lashing out with the branch and striking her in the ass. The sharp crack of the branch echoed loudly through the woods, and was followed by a terrified scream. He added his own evil laughter to the sounds as he raised the whip one more time.
"Noooo!" she cried, cowering.
The branch slammed into her thigh this time and left an ugly bruise. She screamed again, then, in her hurry to escape, she tripped and fell to the ground. She landed on her tits and immediately doubled up in pain, unable to even use her hands to comfort herself.
The whip-like branch swished through the air again and again, cutting into the librarian's soft flesh. She screamed hysterically and began rolling around on the ground, trying desperately to avoid the awful whip.
She struggled mightily, but Jimmy followed along at her side, whipping her indiscriminately. He struck her thighs and made the soft flesh shake and jiggle like gelatin. He bruised her thighs inside out and left them black and blue.
When he struck her plump ass-cheeks, Pam cried out and begged him to stop. He made her ass meat tingle and then throb as he slammed the whip-like branch into her. She could actually feel her ass-cheeks parting and then slamming shut again as the branch bounced off of them.
She cried the loudest when he whipped her tits. The thin branch knocked her tits up and down and from side to side, until they almost parted from her body. The pain from his blows drove her into a frenzy.
She writhed so hard, in fact, that the bindings soon came loose. She was shocked to find that she once again had the use of her hands and feet. However, her limbs were too numb to allow her to stand up and run away. She began crawling along the ground as fast as she could.
Her knees and palms hurt as they dug into the rough ground, but the pain wasn't nearly as severe as that caused by the woody whip. She kept crawling, frantically, her efforts more out of desperation than out of any real hope of escaping.
Sure enough, Jimmy stayed right with her. Only now he had a much bigger target to aim for. As Pam desperately crawled along, her plump ass swayed from side to side, and he repeatedly slammed his makeshift whip into the big fleshy mounds and made them pop and sizzle.
"Iiieeeee!" she cried, realizing that escape was impossible. "You're killing me!" The swelling in her ass frightened her, and she feared that permanent injury would result. She knew her ass must be the color of a ripe apple by now. She cursed her tormentor silently as she crawled aimlessly around in circles, wishing the torture would end.
Finally her wishes came true. Just when she thought the steady swishing and loud cracking of the branch would never end, just when she thought she would faint from the mind-blowing pain in her ass, Jimmy ceased whipping her and tossed the branch aside.
She ached all over. The pain rolled through her in waves, pounding at her senses. Her joints stiffened. Her tits and ass, swollen as they were, throbbed rhythmically. She longed to be back home, safe in bed.
But Jimmy had other plans for her.
"You got me into this mess. Now you can just pay the price."
The tall muscular youth quickly grabbed both her ankles and lifted them into the air. He thereby forced the librarian's face into the dirt, and put even more weight on her already-flattened tits. He felt her firmly, laughing at her feeble struggles, confident that he could do as he pleased with her.
"Put me down," she cried, spitting dirt from her mouth. "I demand that you put me down this instant."
"You're not in a position to demand anything. Now c'mon I'm taking you for a ride." Holding onto her ankles, he began pulling her along the ground.
"Aagh!" she groaned. "Don't do that. You're hurting me." But he kept pulling, and it was all she could to to keep her face up out of the dirt.
She was dragged round and round, with her legs held high and only her upper body touching the ground. The draft that blew between her open thighs and caressed her split-wide cunt went almost unnoticed, for she had more painful sensations to worry about-much more painful!
The rough ground scratched and bit into her big tits as she was dragged about like a sack of flour. She cried and shouted, but got no mercy. She was forced to use all her energy to keep her face from being scarred; she could not keep her tits from being tortured.
The big mounds of flesh rolled and bounced along the ground. They repeatedly flattened beneath her. They spread far apart, then slid together again. Pam had no control over them whatsoever.
Lightning bolts jolted her tit meat from a dozen different directions. Each rock and each twig that lay in her path seemed to do its part to make her miserable. She groaned and gasped.
And Jimmy appeared to be deliberately hauling her across the roughest terrain he could find. She slid across exposed tree roots, and along lumpy patches of sod. She even bounced through dried weed stalks. She never thought the ground could be so dangerous.
The pain in her tits increased steadily. Hard jolts rocked her violently. Light scratches made her wince and shiver. Sudden stabs made her cry out. Long, drawn-out scrapings made her scream. Then, out of desperation, she began fighting back. She began kicking. Her long legs lashed out at the youth in another attempt to break away from him. But even as she fought, her tits dug into the ground beneath her and got jolted some more.
"Oh, please!, , she cried, her face strained. "Stop this insanity and let me go. Before you kill me!"
"Go fuck yourself, bitch! I'll do as I damn well please!"
He flipped her over onto her ass, regained his firm hold on her ankles, and began dragging her again.
Now her ass cheeks received the brunt of the punishment. As she was dragged about, her ass bounced and rolled over every rock and rough spot in the area. Her flesh jiggled and quaked. Dust billowed all around her. Pebbles and twigs flew through the air on either side of her. She cried out in agony as twinges of pain raced through her ass meat and up her spine. Her whole upper body was vibrating.
"Stop! Please stop! My ass hurts!"
To keep from being knocked senseless, she held her head up off the ground. Her strained face and gritted teeth showed the extent of her misery. Spasms raced up and down her neck. It was as if someone were pulling a noose tight around her flesh. She groaned hideously and gasped for air, all the time watching the grinning youth in front of her.
Her ass-cheeks parted again and again, forced apart by his rough treatment of her. Her widened asscrack gathered sticks and stones, which pinched her tender ass meat and poked at her shit bung. Whimpering and shivering uncontrollably, Pam tried to concentrate on something other than the pain.
But she just couldn't. Her misery was too great. Her already sore ass swelled up even more and then began to throb hotly. In a desperate attempt to end the pain, she reached back with both hands and clawed at the ground.
"That won't help you," he said, looking back over his shoulder and laughing. "You'll just hurt yourself even more."
He spoke the truth. Pam couldn't stop the youth from dragging her around. She couldn't even slow him down. She only succeeded in breaking her nails and skinning her elbows.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, shaking her head angrily. "Ahhhh!" Finally she gave up and grabbed hold of her tits, instead, to keep them from bouncing.
"Are you having fun?" he asked. Then, "Yes, I believe you are."
He punished her for several more minutes, until he was satisfied that her ass was sore enough; then he dragged her up against a thick oak tree and made her sit with her back to it. He left her there alone for a while, but it didn't matter; Pam was too sore and too woozy to even think about escaping.
But her rest was short-lived. Jimmy returned with more rope, which dangled menacingly from his right hand. She started trembling as soon as she saw it.
He used the rope to tie her to the tree. While she sat on her ass, he wrapped the rope round and round her upper body and the tree trunk, pinning her arms to her sides. He made sure that a few of the turns imprisoned her tits, even tightening the rope more than necessary so as to increase her suffering. When she complained, he only laughed.
Waves of pain coursed through Pam's tit as the rope bit deep into her flesh. He flattened her tits against her body, but between the wrappings tit meat bulged upwards, like dough squeezed between fingers. The tit meat throbbed painfully, red as a beet. She looked down at the sorry sight and could only weep miserably.
Then her focus shifted to the young man's enormous cock bulge. The cock bulge was larger than she had ever seen it. He was obviously still wearing no underwear. The outline of his cock shaft reached along his inner thigh, and was at least a foot long. His balls rested snugly in his crotch, their huge size and round shape plainly visible. She stared at the cock bulge for some time, almost in awe.
She snatched her eyes away and tried to put some distance between her and Jimmy. He was just squatting there, running his forefinger up and down a small stick. She didn't know why he was doing this and she was too afraid to ask.
Behind her, rough tree bark scratched her back and shoulder blades, but it provided a welcome rest for her weary body. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
She wondered what the kids at the library were thinking at this moment'. ' They and their parents had surely arrived by now. But Pam was not there to meet them as she normally was. She hoped they wouldn't be disappointed.
She could hear birds chirping, and she could smell the fragrance of the many trees and shrubs that surrounded her. But she could also hear the occasional passing motorist, so she knew she wasn't too far from the highway. Perhaps someone would see her wrecked car and come to help her.
Suddenly a stabbing pain rifled through her left tit, and her eyes snapped open.
"Aagh!" she groaned, quickly seeing the cause of her injury. "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me? That stick hurts. It's as sharp as a knife." She realized that he had been sharpening the stick with his fingernail all this time.
Jimmy stabbed her tit again, careful to aim between the wrappings. Her swelled tit meat provided an ample target, and he took an obvious pleasure in her torture. He made her cry out and jerk repeatedly as he added red flecks to the many bruises already on her tits.
She moaned, shaking her head from side to side and tossing her tangled blonde hair all about. "I'm hurting!"
She tried not to look as he pricked her tits all over, moving from one tit to the other. The red flecks increased steadily, soon covering both tits like the measles. She strained against the rope binding her, but found the wrappings simply too tight for her to break.
She winced and gasped each time Jimmy poked the sharpened twig into her tit meat. There was no escaping him. She tried to draw her knees up to her tits in order to provide some protection, but he batted them back down with his fist.
Jimmy poked her tits thoroughly, until the massive swelling told him that it was time to move on. Then he began pricking her soft belly, leaving a straight line of flecks that ran downwards towards her belly button and beyond. Pam shivered and moaned with each prick, knowing full well where the twig would end its journey.
When he came to her golden triangular bush, the librarian closed her thighs and tried to draw her knees up to her body once again. But Jimmy would still have none of that. He used his own knees to pry her thighs apart. Then he knelt between her thighs and kept them open so he could easily reach her pussy.
Pam panicked. There was the possibility of serious injury. She knew by now that Jimmy didn't give a motherfucking damn about her well-being.
He reached down and glided the thin twig through the librarian's yellow cunt-bush. He used the stick like a comb, straightening the many curly cunt hairs and pulling them aside. She twitched and whimpered through it all, but when he was finished, her cunt crack was plainly visible.
He wasted no time in exploring the damp cunt crack, moving his stick up and down its entire length. He stroked both sides, tantalizing the many cunt nerves and making her drool helplessly. His strokes soon became so bold her cunt meat swelled up and began throbbing hotly.
"Aagh!" She didn't want the stick there, and her red shame-ridden face told him so, but he didn't seem to care what she wanted.
When the throbbing increased inside her cunt crack, Jimmy moved the stick up into her gaping fuck hole and pushed it deep. She cried out sharply and sucked in her breath, then began pumping her cunt muscles against the intruding piece of wood. If he wouldn't pull the stick out, perhaps she could reject it with her cunt muscles.
But Jimmy wasn't too bothered by her pumping cunt muscles. He rammed the stick right through the resisting fuck meat and deeper into her fuck hole. She cried out louder, shivered hard, then arched her back and creamed the hand-held stick.
"Wow! What a bitch!" he said as his hand quickly moved away from her oozing fuck hole. "You came pretty fast."
He waited until her fuck juices had run down her inner thighs before slamming his stick deep again. This time, he impaled her so completely his fingers pressed into her cunt crack and nearly slipped from view. She groaned deeply, then threw back her head and rolled her eyes in circles.
With her pussy meat gripping the stick tightly, Jimmy worked it up and down her fuck tube. He remembered how well her slick cunt walls had stroked his cock shaft when he raped her the night before, so he gave those same cunt walls a chance to stroke his rough stick. He stick-fucked her cunt at will, taking full advantage of her tied-up condition.
"Iiieee!" she screamed as rough bark scraped her tender cunt walls. "This is murder! Oh, shit, what a bastard you are!"
He kept slamming his stick in and out of her cunt, obviously having no qualms about burying it deep. He watched her cunt hole open and close on the length of wood, and he watched the wood grow thick with cunt juices. He realized that her cunt juices were running profusely, a sure sign that he was hitting all the right spots.
He hit those spots for several more minutes, all the time looking down on her heaving, panting body. She saw his cold murderous eyes gazing upon her naked bdy, but she could do nothing about it. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, making a determined effort to overcome the torture.
But the hard jolts in her cunt couldn't be ignored for long. They rocked her cunt hard, spreading out through the rest of her body. And as her senses swirled, the dam in her cunt gave way.
"Agh!" she cried, her face red with shame. "I'm coming!" The fuck juices blew out of her cunt hole almost at once, flooding the stick and Jimmy's hand. She screamed loudly as her body started shaking uncontrollably. "Ooooooo! Heeeeelp!"
Jimmy trembled as her pussy heat overwhelmed him. He pulled back his wet hand and removed the dripping stick from her pussy. Then he reached up and pressed the stick to her lips.
"Ungh!" she cried, still trembling from her orgasm. "No, not that! Anything but that!" It was bad enough that he had made her pussy juices flow, she thought, did she also have to eat them?
Jimmy obviously thought so. He wiped the stick against her closed lips and smeared them with sticky cunt juice. He wiped the stick clean, making her whole face shine with glistening cunt juice. Then he tossed the stick aside and rose to his feet. Then he didn't walk away this time; instead, he stepped between her wide-open thighs and leaned towards her, until his big cock bulge was inches from her face. Then he dropped his pants.
"No!" she cried vehemently. "I know what you want, but I told you before-I won't suck your cock!"
"You'll suck my cock this time or I'll wring your mother fucking neck. I mean that too."
He held his long stiff prick in one hand and began rubbing it up and down her right cheek. She tried to turn her head away, but he grabbed a handful of yellow hair and held her head in place.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" He moved his rubbery cock head round and round, even spearing her dimple. "It'll taste even better."
"Hey, what's going on?" came a voice from behind him.
Pam and Jimmy looked up at the same time and saw a lady cop coming towards them. The cop had a stern face-and a big gun.