Sarah doesnt reach her destination

Hello, my name is Sarah and I’m a 27-year old woman. To describe myself, I am 5’6” tall, 125 lbs. I have a fairly athletic body from working out twice a week, and an all-over tan from a tanning salon. My eyes are a piercing light blue that compliment my inquisitive grin and my hair is dark brown, wavy, and comes down past my shoulders. I’m a 32 C cup, and I keep my pussy trimmed to a neat bush. To be embarassingly honest I’ve only been laid twice this year and it’s already July. Both times were with co-workers and were merely business related. That is not to say that I do not put my 5 inch dildo to good use nearly every night.

This is the story of my vacation last year to West Virginia. Well, I should say that it was the beginning of my vacation because I didn’t get very far. I was supposed to go up to a cabin my family owned to clean it up a bit and while I was at it I was going to spend a few days relaxing. I was in the mountain region when I left the interstate to fill up on gas. Me being my usual self had allowed my car to get down to nearly empty before pulling over, so when I saw a single sign for a gas station I immediately took the exit.

I went nearly four miles when the same kind of sign said to turn right down a road. Seeing as that I was now almost empty I really had no choice and so I took the turn. Another three miles later another sign said to turn left down an even more deserted looking road, but I followed the sign anyway. I was nearly four miles down this road when my front two tires blew out and I nearly lost control of my vehicle. It skidded to a halt nearly 75 yards down the road. Trembling, I slowly opened the door and stepped out. I took a look at the front two tires and realized why I had lost control, but even worse was the fact that I was practically eleven miles walking distance to the interstate, so I had little choice but to hope that the gas station was nearby. After locking the doors of my car, I started off in the direction of the gas station. I had walked about a mile when another sign said that the station as only one more mile down the road. It was the summer time and the temperature was pretty high as I walked farther and farther down the road. I was wearing a denim skirt that came down to mid-thigh, a pair of black flip-flops, a white tank top, a sheer white thong, and a white bra.

By the time I came around the corner and saw the old station I was sweating and terribly thirsty. As I walked closer I saw the faded sign hanging from the roof of the filling area. It read “Wilson’s Tire and Gas.” Just behind it was a large two story house that looked like it must have been built at least a hundred years ago. I walked into the front door of the gas station and found a young man, most likely in his early 20’s sitting behind the counter watching a black and white television. He looked a little surprised when he turned and saw me. I was slightly un-nerved when he failed to say anything but instead opted to look me up and down a few times. Finally I broke the silence,

“Hi, ummm, I was trying to drive here to get gas but something popped two of my tires a couple of miles down the road that way…could you help me?”

He stared at me for a few more minutes before grunting, then said,

“Sure thing miss, wait here a second, alright?”

I nodded and he turned and walked into a back hallway behind the counter. No more than two minutes later a woman, by the looks of it in her late 40’s walked in, followed by 4 guys.

She smiled at me, “Darling you look absolutely dehydrated. Pete here told me what happened,” as she indicated the 20-year old that had been behind the counter. As I glanced over the new arrivals I noticed they were all wearing the same basic outfit of tattered jeans or over-alls, and a dirty white t-shirt. The lady was wearing a white, dirt stained, sleeveless summer dress than came to her calfs and no shoes. As I looked her over more closely she had strawberry blonde hair, very tanned, and a modest chest, either a b-cup or a c-cup.

I smiled, hoping they’d be able able to help, “I really am thirsty, but do ya’ll know if you can fix my car?”

“Oh, I’m sure we can, but where are my manners. I’m Eleanore Wilson, these are my sons Tommy, Jake, Jed, and of course you’ve met Pete.” As she called their names out she indicated each of them. Tommy and Jake were by the looks of it in their mid-30’s, tall, average weight for their height, but incredibly ugly. Jed was probably in his late-20’s, easily 250 lbs., and only around 5’6”, but equally as ugly as his brothers. And pete was skinny, nearly 5’10”, and with a permanent confused look on his face. I hid my judgments though and smiled at each of them in turn, “It’s nice to meet all of you. I’m Sarah.”

They all muttered their responses before Eleanore spoke up, “Well, you have got to be tired as well as thirsty so Tommy, you take the tow-truck and run get Sarah’s car while she relaxes inside.”

He seemed as if he as going to say something, but turned instead and walked out the front door and around the building.

Eleanore smiled, “Come on dear, we’ll get you something cool to drink.”

She led me and the three guys through the back hallway outside, and into the old house. I couldn’t help but notice how condemned the place looked, but nevertheless gladly accepted the chair offered to me at the old kitchen table. Jake got me a glass of water from the fawcet but I was so thirsty by this point I didn’t really care. I quickly drank it down as Eleanore sat down beside me. It was a bit unnerving as the guys continued to stand.

I searched for a reason to break the silence that had ensued, “So do you have an idea how much the tires will cost?” She glanced up at the guys then smiled. “Actually I was just about to bring up that subject, dear. You see…living here, with these four grown men, it is so difficult to keep them sexually satisfied. Afterall, I am just one woman.”

I looked at her for a moment with a confused expression before blushing. “I’m sorry, I um, I thought that you said they were your sons.”

She continued to smile, “Yes, that’s right, they are.” It took even longer for this to compute before I finally believed that I had heard right. “You mean you…have sex with them? Incest?”

She nodded, “That’s exactly right, but now we need to come back to the subject of how you are going to pay for the tires. I’ll try to put this as plainly as possible. You are going to do whatever we want, the only difference is whether you do it willingly and confess on video that this will be the payment for your repairs. Or, we destroy all evidence of your car, lock you in the cellar, and continue to rape you again, and again, and again.”

Suddenly all of it seemed so real, the feeling of dread spread throughout my body and before I knew it I was trembling once more. “You can’t do this….it’s…it’s illegal, you’ll get caught.”

She only smiled, “How much are you willing to bet on that? Your freedom?”

My lips were quivering but I did my best to maintain a brave front, “and what assurances do I have you’ll release me when your done?” Once more she smiled that evil grin, “Only the word of the Wilson family. But that’s enough, isn’t it?”

I had to fight back the tears that were coming as I nodded. Pete left and came back with a video camera and a piece of paper. As I read it I realized it was a script of what I had to say. He stood against the wall, ready to record.

Eleanore stood next to me, “Memorize that and when your ready we’ll film. But you have to sound as if you mean every word. No whimpering, no crying.”

After a few moments I fought back the last of my tears, dried my eyes, and prepared to sell myself. Eleanore gave Pete the que and he pressed play.

I stood up as qued and began to rehearse what I had memorized, “I Sarah McAdams willingly commit my body to the use of the Wilson family. Eleanore, Tommy, Jake, Jed, and Pete; to use it as they see fit for the time period of 24-hours starting at 11:00 a.m.