Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted – Part 2

Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted, Part 2

“Help us!” Ashley screamed. “Please help us!”

In a remote house far from prying eyes, with only the woods to serve as witness, a third-year college student lay bound, naked, spread-eagled, and face-up on a creaking bed frame while a muscular man continued to rape her. His cock lanced through her velvety softness, uncaring of her feelings, wants, or needs.

She knew only that this man’s name was ‘Mladic’, that he had the slightest of Eastern European accents, and that he looked as harsh as he was cruel. Now, with her boyfriend Brad tied to a chair beside the bed and forced to watch her rape, she had just heard movement at the top of the stairs. So stubborn and desperate was her need for hope, Ashley had cried out – never mind that the chances of it being a potential rescuer, as opposed to an accomplice or partner, was slim.

Ponderous footsteps, seemingly booted, echoed through the basement as they descended, growing ever closer. Ashley glanced over at her poor boyfriend. Judging from Brad’s bleak expression, whoever those footsteps belonged to, they were no rescuer.

Meanwhile, Mladic had clamped a hand over Ashley’s mouth, cutting off her cries.

“UH! UH!! You stupid cunt. You’ll pay for that little display of disobedience. I was going to break you in slowly, but I see that approach isn’t working. UH!!!” Ashley shivered as his cock plunged inside her for another deep thrust. His grunts were guttural and animal-like as he fucked her. He didn’t let up on the force or rhythm of his raping plunges even the tiniest bit as he spoke. “I’ll rape you in the ass next, bitch. That should teach you some manners.”

Ashley realized her mistake, how foolish she’d been to cry out – to piss off the one human being in the world right now who had complete control over her and Brad. Her whimper in response to Mladic’s threat sounded like a pathetic, stifled mewl with his hand still clamped over her mouth. She still couldn’t see the newcomer; Mladic’s massive, muscular torso and head blocked the stranger from view.

“What’s that, dearest Ashley? You want to beg for my forgiveness, is that it?” He punctuated the end of his last sentence by brutally filling her pussy once more. “Well I’m not interested in apologies or excuses right now. I told you that if you cooperated, things would go easier for you. Too bad you rejected my olive branch, cunt.” Mladic upped the tempo of his fucks, if that were even possible. He kept his hand firmly over the brunette’s mouth. Ashley had to desperately breathe through her nose, her heart racing, lungs heaving as the rape seemed to go on and on… practically forever. She squeezed her eyes shut. Tears leaked out. She wanted to be strong, but she couldn’t help it. She knew her beloved boyfriend was probably seeing this – seeing her crying, helpless figure fucked to oblivion – and she imagined that he was in a world of despair and guilt of his own given how helpless he was to even comfort her, let alone rescue her. In the midst of her rape, she flinched as she felt wetness along her cheek. Ashley realized that Mladic was licking the side of her face, actually licking her tears as he fucked her. Just when she thought her rape couldn’t possibly get more twisted, sadistic, or demeaning, it had.

“Ah, I see that you are enjoying your newest toys quite aggressively,” the stranger’s voice intruded. The newcomer’s voice was slightly higher in pitch than Mladic’s, but still deep. The voice had the tone of a cultured man. Perhaps an older man? Ashley couldn’t be sure. She was relieved, though, in a strange way, just to hear the newcomer’s voice. It distracted her from her own ordeal. If nothing else, she could at least concentrate all of her focus on this new voice.