Just One Hour Tale 3

Debbie had dialled the police station desk three times. Each time as a voice greeted her she had hung up. The busty brunette hoped the note dropped through her letter box would be proof enough; surely? But then again she’d not wanted anyone to know, hadn’t she? She had wanted to just forget about the whole incident in that awful cellar, but now this.

She was about to dial again. Then the phone rang.

“Hello,” she said her head confused.

“Hi Debbie; it’s nice to speak with you again.”

She almost dropped the phone. It was him; the filthy black thug. It was the same one who had sent her the note. He didn’t wait for her to begin a volley of abuse, instead began to talk about her parents. He knew they were out, he knew all sorts of details about them. His manner was as calm and as menacing as ever.

The note he explain wasn’t an invitation it was an order.

“Let’s not argue about choice honey, you haven’t got any. Be at that address at 4pm and maybe when you return your house and family won’t have burnt to the ground.”

Debbie shivered in disgust. “You can’t keep doing this.” She shouted down the receiver.

The phone went dead.

She read the note again shaking her head. “Hi Debs meet me at the station; I would like an hour of your time. B”

Across town Stacey had refused to speak to her husband at the third request that day. Her mother made excuses for her once again and then hung up. The past four weeks had been like a nightmare. She remembered the face of the ambulance driver when he’d been called that evening; and their embarrassing story of a sex game gone wrong.

She was so ashamed remembering that night; the hospital A&E nurses applying jelly and tugging, their faces saying a thousand words. But she couldn’t tell them the truth instead she had just laid there red faced as the orange fruit had been extracted from her bottom.

Now she had her disgusted mother still tutting to herself a month later. She’d not spoken to her husband for three weeks; made up a pack of red faced lies to everyone and now this.

She read the note again. The note described her younger sister in menacing detail before giving instructions where to meet, signed B.

That very afternoon Debbie stood in her long raincoat, skirt and boots at the bus station terminus. She looked up and down the busy street.

“What was she thinking off?” Her mind focused in a moment of clarity. “This was crazy.”

She turned to hurry away when she heard the pap of a horn. Across the road was a black pick up, an unmistakable shape at the wheel.

It was past 4pm when Stacey looked at the clock as she had hundreds of times that day still agonizing over what to do. She’d made her decision eventually. She would say fuck you. She was scared but they wouldn’t hurt her sister would they?

Her mobile rang; it was the Boss and he was very impatient.

“Stacey lets not fuck around, take your cute ass and get in the van parked outside. Do it now, and don’t speak to anyone.”

Her sister walked in from college as the phone went dead.

“Hi sis there’s a big black guy parked over the road he say’s he knows you.” The little blonde said innocently. ”Seemed a bit creepy? Said he knew me but I don’t remember him.”

Suddenly all of her big sisters resolve had been washed away.

Two minutes later Stacey opened the van door easing her thin waist and ample butt onto the seats. The Boss smiled then without speaking began to drive. Stacey just sat there like a statue. She was dressed in t-shirt and jeans, sexy sling back sandals on her feet. Her freckled face was tense, lips tight shut.

The Boss didn’t want to talk and he drove the van a few blocks down before pulling into an alley.

“Get in the back.” He finally said not even looking at her.

Stacey nervously got out and turned the rear door hatch. As the doors opened the horrendous zipper face of the Mask leered out his muscled arms reaching to grip her wrist. She gave a yelp of fright seeing another figure, a young booted woman sat in the corner hands tied a cloth sack over her head.

The Asian maniac pulled her inside slamming the door shut. She struggled but he bound her hands. The other girl writhed at the sounds of the struggle till finally Stacey’s mouth was taped and a bag put over her head too.

The van began to speed away to its destination. In the humid dark rear of the van the Mask leered and gloated at his captives.

“That’s right two of you this time. Your both so lovely and fuckable, and both so accommodating.”

He laughed as he stroked Debbie’s booted leg. He traced up to her jumper.

“We’ve got lots of games for you two to play together.” He laughed again seeing both bagged head tense in realization. “Yes that’s right girls, you’re going get hot and horny with each other.”

His hand went to Stacey’s jean zipper.

“But don’t worry we’ll play as well.”

He unbuttoned her waist top then slid the zipper down. Debbie could hear struggling and grunting. She shifted feeling the person next to her been man handled. The Mask had Stacey’s trousers all the way off her, sandal heels looking sexy on her bare long legs. Stacey groaned through her taped mouth as she was pushed on her back her thighs being forced out wide against her will as she had experienced once before.

The Mask paused to turn to the covered head of Debbie. “Don’t worry you hard titted bitch, it’ll be your turn soon enough.”

His finger tugged aside Stacey’s white small panties. “Now then honey what shall we fuck you with?”

The Mask held her panties to one side both his thumbs spreading her labia teasing her clit. Stacey wriggled the gag and head sack still in place. He twisted a fore finger into her hole, turning it back and forth like he was clearing out her tube. Stacey could feel his familiar fat finger tickling inside her but could do nothing like usual.

“How had she ever got herself into this mess?” She thought to herself trying to ignore his pussy attentions.

Suddenly Debbie felt the hood been tugged off and she blinked and shook her hair from her face.

“Might as well let you watch,” sneered the face masked man.

He was in a one piece boiler suit with nothing underneath, his hairy arms and neck looking as greasy and unwashed as ever. The crooked zipper mask made him look like some freakish evil clown the leather always looking shiny and wet. She could see the bare long legs and ultra waif body of the other girl. It was strange but now she seemed even surer she knew her. First she’d heard the few words and startled cry when she had opened the back door. The girl had a bimbo type voice, a little nasally, reminiscent of her sisters best friend.

Now she realised the girls figure matched as well and Debbie’s guts turned in embarrassment.

“Oh fuck it can’t be, no it’s can’t!”

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw what the Mask had in his hand. It was a cordless pistol grip screwdriver. The type you use to screw shelving together with. On the tip where the interchangeable bit should be the Mask had fashioned his own device. It was a long dildo that looked like a man’s cock, flesh colour with life like ribs. It was stuck or attached in some way to the chuck head.

The dildo drooped as the Mask held the pistol grips like a weapon the rubber shaft been very soft and malleable. The Mask gave a quick press of the trigger and the cock began to spin at maybe four or more revolutions a second the length straightening out to a more firm rod.

Whhhhrrrrrrrrr!

Debbie tried to shout but could only release muffled grunts. Stacey herself tried to move but was pushed back down her hood still thankfully on. The Mask barked an order.

“Open up you little bitch. Come on I know you’ve taken a lot bigger than this.”

He spread her lips taking his finger off the trigger the rod coming to a stop. He pressed the motionless tip at her tight little entrance.

The narrow man type cock eased into Stacey’s pussy the girl tensing a little, the blonde unable to know what was entering her.

“What was it? It felt soft but long, was it his cock? No, no it can’t be, more like plastic.”

She moaned as the length continued in deeper and deeper. “Oh God what is it?”

Debbie couldn’t look away from the pinned girl, her thighs wide apart, the power tool cock was almost all the way in. The van rumbled along and in the poor roof lit half light she saw the Mask’s zipper mouth dribbling spittle as he delighted in his little game.

Stacey bucked as the rubber tip nudged her cervix. The Mask pushed again to make sure she was completely full, and then he pressed the trigger again.

“Mmmm???”

Stacey convulsed in surprise her pussy shuddering to a confusing spinning intruder. The whine of the device told her as much as the rotating sensation in her shaft; the rubber cock vibrating against her walls as it spun with the forceful power of a fully charge battery.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

The Mask marvelled at the blurring shaft as it made the young woman’s lips and clitoral hood vibrate in time to the electric hum. He twisted the gun higher knowing the cock would bend inside her but still keep spinning; trying to straighten back out.

“Mmmmmmmmm!”

He pushed his hand under her head sack tearing the tape from her mouth.

“Ooohhhhh! Uggh, uuggghh oh, oh, ohh, Jesus! Ugghhhhhhh no, no, oooohhhhhhh!”

He wanted to hear her shriek as her insides heated up with the friction.

Debbie blinked in disbelief the man twisting the drill like he was trying to force a large screw into some plank.

“Oooohhhhhhh uggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” The van resonated with the high pitch sweet voice

“Oh my God! It is Stacey I’m sure!” Debbie’s mind was swimming with embarrassment and fear.

The Mask was now fucking Stacey with the spinning cock. Pumping it back and forth in her slit; his other hand pressed on her flat tensed tummy pinning her down.

“Whhrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

“Hmm. Yeah, yessssss come on that’s it baby ooooohh lets get you real loose.”

He twisted the cock up her hole in a spiral fashion widening her pink slit. “Yesss your pussy remembers our little games the last time, doesn’t it? Not as prim and tight as it was a few minutes ago.”

Stacey’s arched her back her legs pushing up to try to relieve the penetration.

“Awwwww fuck stop ugggh no more, no more uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!”

The thing felt like he was drilling into her only the flexibility of the plastic stopping the whole humiliation turning into an awful injury.

“Gggggggg get it out of meeeeeeeeee!”

The Mask slowly withdrew the spinning member. As the extracted length grew longer it began to flex and shudder showing the power flowing through it. The tip flicked hard against her pussy lips, the dildo no longer held in place by her fleshy walls before it straightened again and slowed to a stop.

“Awwwwwwwwww, thank God!”

The man pulled her sack up enough to re tape her dry panting mouth before turning to Debbie. He pushed Stacey onto her side her fat round ass looking up at the other bound woman. The Mask steadied himself as the van continued to move through the busy streets. His hand slowly peeled back Debs mouth tape and she gulped air her wide sensuous lips still retaining most of her bright red lipstick.

She saw the rubber cock up close pushed against her lips and shook her head in panic.

“Oh no ohhhh mmmgggggg!”

The Mask pushed the wet rubber into her mouth pushing her tongue down her cheeks instantly pinching trying to halt its progress. She could taste Stacey’s musk along its length and she felt she would be sick.

“That’s it slowly does it, a little more.” The Mask held the back of her head as he injected her mouth with this thin flexible dildo. He pressed the trigger the shaft beginning to spin.

“Mmmmmmggggggggggtttttttttt!”

Debbie’s mouth became a vibrating teeth chattering explosion; the rotating cock pressing on her wet gullet.

“Suck it, suck harder that’s it.”

The rubber was rubbing her tongue furiously and she felt as he angled more he would bore straight down her throat. “Eigggggggggggggg!”

He pulled the spinning cock from her lips the spittle flying everywhere like a shaggy dog shaking itself after having a bath. Her eyes flashed in terror the spit over her nose and high cheek bones, ruby lips glistening. “Oh, oh, oohhhh!”

He leaned back to Stacey ripping the bag from her head, the cute blonde rolling over to snatch a view of what was happening. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Oh my God.” She thought. “Oh no, no, not her of all people!”

Sat facing her looking pale but still immaculate was the refined snooty face of her best friend’s sister. Debbie shook her head angry that all her plans to keep her story quite were now thrown out of the window.

The hairy Asian unbuckled the front flap of his boiler suit as he peeled Stacey’s tape from her mouth.

“Debbie! But what, how?” The blonde chick stuttered in embarrassment.

The long haired brunette glared back feeling in total humiliation the rubber cock resting on her lap, the shaft having been sucked clean of Stacey’s juices.

She shook her head in disbelief at the girl’s questions; as the Mask eased his hand up under her skirt to pull her knickers over her boots.