Thread: Sarah

Sarah's head was spinning and her cheek throbbed as hands pulled her from the back of the van. The drive had taken too long to keep track of and she doubted she'd know where she was even if the black bag wasn't covering her head. The hands pulled her upright and manuevered her onto a shoulder and then her feet left the ground. She slumped over the shoulder like a bag of potatoes. Mmmph! Sarah squealed into the rag cutting between her teeth as a thick, meaty hand grabbed her buttocks. Even through the thick fabric of her denim cutoffs, Sarah could feel hard callouses. She attempted to brush the hand away but with her wrists bound tight behind her back the effort proved futile. Sarah went airborne for a moment and landed on a plush surface with a thud. Look at those titties...I'm gonna have fun with you, girl. The mask disappeared from Sarah's head and harsh flourescent light blinded her. When her vision cleared her heart skipped a beat. A man dressed in all black stared down at her, and the gleam in his eyes didn't bode well. Hunting a woman for the purposes of abducting and raping her was a long, difficult, and dangerous process but the payoff made the whole effort worthwhile. Jason had been stalking a young woman for about two months now. He knew her schedule by heart she typically went to school from nine to three and then made a beeline for the gym from the Community College. If it was sunny out she met friends at the beach and lingered there until nightfall. Sometimes they would all go out for drinks but more often than not, they went their separate ways. Jason's prey lived in an apartment complex about two miles from the college. A lot of people lived in the complex but the parking lot was poorly lit. He would park his van in the parking lot, drawing as little attention to himself as possible, and then sneak out once his target returned home. Her first order of business was always to make dinner and the kitchen was on the other side of the unit. Picking the lock and getting the girl under his control would be easy. From there he would simply roll her up in a blanket or rug and toss her in the back of the van. A car had pulled up as he'd exited the van. Attempting to be inconspicuous usually aroused suspicion so acting natural was a skill Jason had practiced to perfection. He rounded the vehicle and opened the passenger side door, pretending to search for something that had fallen under the seat. The car pulled into the space next to his and out had emerged a beautiful young redheaded woman. A pair of skimpy denim short-shorts revealed the lower curves of her soft ass and her halter top revealed her slender midriff and bare, freckled shoulders. Excuse me? Jason had said innocently. When the girl turned around he delivered a stunning punch to her jaw. He dragged her into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut before she could recover and quickly bound her hands behind her back and gagged her. Throwing a bag over her head, he held her head in his lap and safely out of sight for the ride. The license in her wallet identified her as Sarah. Now in Jason's possession, she lay on the filthy bare mattress and stared up at him with terrified eyes. He dropped to his knees and straddled her stomach to pull up her halter top and expose her straining B-cup breasts. She squealed and without a word he slapped her. Sobbing softly she lay still as he grabbed her soft titties and began squeezing and molding them. Sarah had never felt so humiliated. Jason groped and manhandled her chest nonchalantly, pinching her nipples and gripping her cleavage. These beautiful titties are gonna see a lot of attention tonight! He untied the straps of her halter top and pulled it away and then moved down, hooking his thumbs on her shorts and yanking them down her legs. The look in his eyes reminded Sarah of a child on Christmas as they fell on her flimsy red thong. Sarah squealed in pain as he grabbed the undergarment and yanked it away. Sarah's cheeks blossomed scarlet as Jason reached between her legs and stroked the bald flesh. I'm gonna tear this pretty cunt to pieces! As Sarah looked on in horror as Jason stood and pulled down his pants. His straining hard-on popped out and he leered down at her. Spread those sexy legs! Sarah clamped them shut only to have Jason yank her knees open and fall between her thighs. She felt the head of his fat cock running up and down the length of her pussy lips before he found her smooth opening and forced his way inside. Fuck! You're tight as a fist! Jason gripped Sarah's breasts for leverage and assumed a rough, rhythmic thrusting. Every stroke seemed to reach deeper into her channel than the previous and the pain was extraordinary. Sarah kicked helplessly but with Jason's weight atop her and her hands bound behind her back the effort proved futile. Her gagged protests fell on deaf ears and she doubted there was anyone around for miles. Jason's whole body tensed and he clamped crushingly on her chest. His cock quaked and trembled as he dumped his load inside her. A knock at the door drew Jason's attention. He dismounted Sarah and pulled up his pants to answer it. A large man with a thick salt-and-pepper beard appeared. He greeted Jason and stepped inside. This is Jamie? He inquired in a booming voice. Jason shook his head. This is some girl that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm gonna go get Jamie now. Sarah's stomach churned. Jamie was the girl that lived two doors down from her. They'd met a few times but weren't really more than acquaintances. Jamie would have to fend for herself however. Sarah had much more pressing matters to deal with. The fat man smiled and cracked his knuckles. I'll keep myself occupied here. Jason departed and the man stripped naked, his erect penis angled forward by the swell of his belly. He grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair and lifted her from the mattress, pushing her across the room to a table against the far wall. He spun her around and pushed her onto the table, leaving her with her back to the wall and her feet hanging over the edge. He pulled off her shoes and peeled away her socks. Someone has cute little feet, He remarked, pressing them together and lifting them to his face for a nasal inspection. Contented, he manuevered them to his crotch and sandwiched his cock between her soles. Nice and soft. Get to work. Grimacing, Sarah compressed her feet around the stranger's cock and began rubbing back and forth. The fat man moaned his approval and leaned back. His cock lurched every time the bottoms of Sarah's toes contacted the underside of his shaft. Good girl! Work it good! Moments later he climaxed. Thick, hot ejaculate erupted from his cock like a geyser and sprayed aimlessly. Good! Now I can focus! Stanley dragged Sarah from the table. She stumbled upright and he grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her body and grabbing her perky tits as he walked her back to the mattress. We're gonna fuck you all night! Stanley exclaimed. It was a promise he intended to keep. Jason's instincts and opportunistic nature had proved useful yet again. Sarah was a sexy young girl in her late teens. She was a natural redhead and her pale skin was warm and soft. Her bald cunt gave her a ten-out-of-ten for appeal. Unraped, she would probably bring in a cool hundred grand but Jason had already had his way with her Stanley couldn't blame him he intended to do the same thing--multiple times but by the end of the night Sarah's value would probably be around seventy-five by morning. Money was second priority though. Stanley and Jason had foregone raping enough of the girls over the years to amass a fortune large enough to build a cabin in the mountains with enough leftover to keep them comfortably rich for the rest of their years. Nowadays the income was only a bonus Jason kidnapped the women and Stanley kept a steady supply of buyers. At the end of the day they were interested in one thing fresh young women stripped, beaten, and raped. Stanley shoved Sarah to the center of the mattress and retreated only long enough to collect a pair of handcuffs and press the 'down' button on a wall-mounted panel. The gearbox over the mattress sprung to life and a large metal hook hanging from a chain lowered. He untied Sarah's hands and brought them in front of her, cuffing them, and then looped the chain over the hook