Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted – Part 3

Somewhere remote from civilization, far from prying eyes, a slender third-year college student lay strapped to a bed, naked and helpless.

Mladic, the one who had captured the poor girl and her boyfriend, had just offered the boyfriend a terrible choice; suck his cock, the same cock which had just raped his girlfriend right in front of him – or stick his tongue into his girlfriend’s freshly raped pussy, a pussy still seeping with the cum of her rapist.

Brad Wilson, tied naked to a chair, stared sullenly at the semi-flaccid, shiny cock of his captor as it hung right before his face. He had already been forced to suck the man’s cock once, and it had brought psychological trauma to Brad’s anguished mind that would never fully go away. On the other hand, the idea of actually swallowing this sick bastard’s sperm…of participating, in a way, in Ashley’s rape…that seemed almost worse.

“I’m waiting for an answer, lover-boy,” Mladic growled. A moment later, though, he paused, thoughtfully rubbed his chin, and whirled sharply about. “On second thought, Ashley was a naughty girl. Screaming for help while I had the decency to fuck her tight pussy. She doesn’t deserve to have her messy cunt licked out, do you, bitch?” As he said those words, the naked Mladic – bristling with muscle – stomped over to the bed. He leaned over her, menacing. Despite the fact that she couldn’t go anywhere, Ashley tried to cower, as if she could sink into the mattress and disappear. The brunette felt her ponytailed hair crushed underneath the back of her head. She shivered and wondered what abuse he might dole out next.

Mladic eyed her cum-soaked sex.

“No…this pussy doesn’t deserve to be licked at all. It needs more PUNISHMENT instead.” As he said this, his hand swung down, swatting her exposed cunt. His palm now struck with a flurry of resounding slaps across her poor sex. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“AAAYY!!! Please stop!” Ashley squealed. Yet thrills of sensation also swam through her body at the contact. The nerve endings along her pussy warmed and awakened with each awful smack. A traitorous surge of arousal bubbled up inside her. Shame found a fresh foothold. She hated herself. Ashley squeezed her eyes tightly shut and prepared for the next violent blow. It never came.

Relenting, Mladic idly placed a hand on one of her supple cones. He loved the feel of her soft, pliant breast beneath his palm. It had the opposite effect for poor Ashley, though. Where his skin made contact with hers, she could feel her skin crawl.

“You know what, on the flipside I know someone who DOES deserve a reward.” His gaze flicked back to poor Brad, who was watching this nightmare unfold with misery in his eyes. “Your boyfriend has been pretty patient, bitch. He’s watched me lick your pussy and fuck you hard. Look at that raging hard-on. Impressive, isn’t it, even if his shaft isn’t as tall or thick as mine.” Ashley stared at Brad’s lap. Brad’s face turned the deepest hue of red. His cock was still as rigid as ever. Ever since Mladic had raped her, it had stayed that way. Part of Ashley knew that Brad didn’t have any control over his masculine instincts. In some deep, primal recess of his mind, in the instinctual urges hard-wired into his DNA, Brad’s caveman self had been aroused by the simple sight of a male fucking a female. That’s what it was; it didn’t mean Brad didn’t love her. It didn’t mean that Brad wanted this to happen to her. Ashley tried to remind herself of all those things. She didn’t want to blame Brad. After all, they were both the victims here.

“I’m sorry, Ashley,” Brad choked out. It was as if he had read her thoughts.

“It’s OK baby,” she tried to reassure him.

“Now isn’t this sweet. Is it OK, bitch? Maybe you want to make it OK for your helpless, pencil-dicked boyfriend. Actually, I think I like that idea. You’ll give him his reward for enjoying our fuck-show earlier. You’ll suck him off now.” As he said this, Mladic unlocked the cuffs around Ashley’s wrists. The girl immediately sat upright. Surging from the instinct of fear, Ashley fought like a hellcat. She tried to scratch him. In her desperation to resist, though, she forgot that her ankles were still firmly shackled to the bed. In her desperation, she forgot that her captor had at least 100 pounds on her, not to mention far more muscle and faster reflexes. Mladic easily captured her wrists in one beefy hand and slapped her in the face with the other. The force of the slaps stunned the sexy brunette. If the blows had been any harder, they would have left bruises and swelling. Ashley went limp. She ceased her struggle, her head hanging down.

“Are you going to behave yourself, bitch, or do I need to smack you around some more?” He cupped her chin, forced their gazes to lock. There was no way to avoid his implacable stare. A tiny amount of blood trickled from the tiniest cut on her lip.

“N-no Master. I’ll be good. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

Mladic slid his hand along the nape of her neck and then he did something surprising. He darted forward, kissing her with a lover’s passion. When his tongue withdrew, he could still taste the faint coppery tang of her blood. He caressed the side of her face for a moment. She stared stonily ahead. Next, while she sat there, docile, he re-cuffed her hands behind her back. Only then did he finally release the cuffs around her ankles. Red lines had started to form around her ankles, showing where the metal had chafed at the skin when she had struggled.

“Stand up.” She stood up. Her legs protested as blood rushed back into them. She almost fell over. Mladic steadied her. Now, with a hand fondling her ass, he propelled her toward Brad’s chair and ordered her to kneel.

Meanwhile, Brad’s tormented expression was filled with self-loathing. Just now he had wanted to roar at their captor when he had started to smack his girlfriend’s pussy. He had wanted to strangle the monster when he had slapped his girlfriend in the face. But fear had made him hold his tongue. Now, as he looked into Ashley’s pain-numbed eyes, that felt like a betrayal. He knew that he couldn’t have done anything to stop the man from hurting her in his current position, but somehow his masculine, instinctual need to protect her wasn’t having any of it. He was a failure, plain and simple.

“What are you waiting for, cunt? Don’t you love your boyfriend? Now’s the time to SHOW it.”

Ashley stared at the stiff erection. Blood pulsed up and down the veins along Brad’s cock. ‘I can do this,’ she thought. ‘Just remember, you love Brad. Pretend this sick freak isn’t even here and just… just show Brad you care.’ She slowly traipsed her tongue up from the base of the cock to the tip. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue at his glans before repeating the process.