begging for it

Begging For It
Part 1

Jenny would always wonder if it was luck or if they had wanted her for some reason. She was attractive, 27 years old with dark red hair, milky skin and full, heavy breasts that made men stare – but she didn’t think she was exceptional. Maybe the only thing about her that was exceptional was that she had walked past the dark blue van idling on the side of the road on her way into town. That was when, half aware of hearing the door open, she was suddenly struggling to breathe through the heavy cloth against her face. She clawed at it and kicked out at nothing as arms around her waist half lifted, half dragged her backwards. She felt the raised floor of the van scrape the back of her legs as she was pulled inside. It was only once she heard the door slam shut she even remembered to scream. Then someone hit her across the side of the face, the blow softened somewhat by the cloth covering it, but hard enough to knock her to the floor. She felt the engine start.


“Shut up, bitch.” A man’s voice hissed above her. “You shut the fuck up and stay that way if you know what’s good for you.” She heard someone laugh softly, excitedly, in the corner. Two of them. And the driver. Jenny was terrified.

“Please don’t hurt me -” She whimpered into the thick fabric, and felt a hand close round her throat.

“I told you to shut the fuck up. Do as you’re told. Do exactly what I fucking tell you.” The hand loosened it’s grip. “Don’t hurt you? You’re gonna get fucked, cunt. That’s all you’re good for. We’re gonna have some fun, and yeah, it won’t be as much fun for you.” Laughter again “But you keep the fuck quiet and do as you’re told and you’ll get home safe.” She sobbed as she felt a hand slide up her inner thigh and come to rest against her crotch. “That’s the deal, bitch. It’s the best offer you’re gonna get. So if you want to take it, you need to reach down and peel off these little panties of yours so I can get a good look at what I’ll be pounding later.”

Hands shaking and tears running down her face, Jenny fumbled for the edges of her clinging satin pants and slid them down her legs, revealing a pert, rounded ass and a neat little pussy outlined with a faint tracery of red hair. The pants were snatched out of her hands.

“Lift your skirt” A new voice ordered sharply “And spread your legs.”

Hating herself, Jenny did as she was told, hitching the black pencil skirt up around her waist and spreading her pale thighs as far apart as she could stretch them, too scared to disobey. The cold gritty surface of the van floor scraped her ass.

“Flexible!” The voice sounded amused. “That should be fun. Now the top.”

Jenny fumbled with a buttons on her white blouse just as the vibrations of the van’s engine stopped.