The First Night in Hell Part 1

Samantha Lockhart stretched, pushing her C cup breasts out, arching her back and moaning in pleasure. It had been a long and tiring day. Her boss was a ass, demanding and never pleased with anything she had done. Readjusting her skirt that only fell mid-thigh she walked out to her car. She was a beautiful 26 year old female. Her breasts were perky and bounced with every step, her stomache flat and defined, legs toned and long, acented by her heels. Samantha had long blond hair that fell in gentle waves and bright green eyes. She knew she fit the bill of every man’s dream girl, she worked her looks to get what she wanted; so far no matter what she did she couldn’t get that damn boss of hers to go easy on her. She figured he was gay.
Fumbling in her small purse for her keys and cell phone, she didn’t hear the person approaching her from behind. “Damn it, where are my keys?”
The man was slient, as he approached her, eyeing her cute little ass and hourglass silhoutte. She was a cute little package. He knew why his boss wanted her, hell he wanted her just seeing her hips sway gently his dick was hardening. But he had to get the job done first. He looked for his partner, John was in the van and prepared to swoop in and get them both as soon as he had the slut in his arms. Nodding and waving to John the man took a bandanna from his pack pocket and soaked it with a drug to make the little whore sleep. He broke into a run and before the woman could scream or even turn around he had the bandanna over her mouth and hauled her up against his rock hard body. Mark heard the van screeched around and the van door was thrown open. Mark pushed the unconcious woman into the van and jumped in closing the door behind them.
“Drive damn it.” Mark shouted to John. John laughed.
“Damn this gets easier and easier. She is a pretty little thing ain’t she Mark?” John stated turning to look at the woman.
“They always are, Mark. You remember where to go right? Get us there, remember no cops. Just drive like nothing is happening, nothin is wrong.” Mark said grabbing some rope to tie the woman up.
“I remember. You going to take the sluts clothes off?” He asked licking his lips.
“Just drive, John. Just drive. You’ll get your fun too.”
Mark tied both of the woman’s hands behind her back, looping the rope up over her elebows to ensure limitied to no movement from her hands. He then gave her legs the same attention, Mark noticied that she only had on one black heel, the other one must still be back in the parkinglot. He shrugged and continued to tie up her legs. Once that was completed to his satisfication he looked her over. She still slept, almost peacefully it appeared. Mark laughed, she wouldn’t be peacefully for long. He produced a sharp knife from somewhere within the van and ran its length across her face. She didn’t even stir. Lowering the knife he ran it down between the perfect mounds of her chest running the broad side across her nipples that were hardened from the chill in the air, he flicked the other one with his fingers and proceeded to lower the knife down her stomache. Suddenly wedging the knife under her soft silk shirt he cut the material up revealing a black lace bra, he made quick work shredding the shirt so it fell completely off her soft body.