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Kidnapped for Play

jezebel71

jezebel71

Moon
Joined
Oct 27, 2010
Location
Earth..More Specifically Michigan
Screw this piece of shit car anyway

Monica was just tired and having this fucked up 10 year old Ford break down on her when she was in the middle of nowhere was just icing on the cake!! Her best friend had just sat down with her at dinner, like everything was perfect, then proceeded to tell her that she was now fucking Monica's old boyfriend. He wasn't that good a fuck anyway so let the two have each other. She would just have to use her toys until she could find a decent replacement. This time she was going for someone with size AND staying power.

Looked like she was going to have to walk. Setting out towards the closest town (the one she past 20 minutes ago) she pulled her sweater tight around her and hoped that someone decent would stop and give her a lift before she froze to death. Of course she just HAD to wear a skirt and heeled boots to dinner didn't she?

After 30 minutes of walking she saw some headlights coming towards her

Please let this not be an axe murderer
 
Steve saw the small form on the horizon and raised an eyebrow. Maybe this night wouldn't be a total waste after all.

As the blue pick-up (Steve's pride and joy despite the years of dust wear that showed on its panels) rumbled up to the pretty girl on the side of the road an errant gust of wind whipped her short skirt partly up. Not enough for a flash or anything, but certainly enough for a good look at an outstanding pair of legs. He rolled down the window as he pulled up along side her. "Hey there, sunshine. Need a ride?" He made sure his short shirt sleeves were rolled up so she could see his bicep (his OTHER pride and joy).
 
Monica looked at the man in the truck that pulled up. He LOOKED nice enough...pretty easy on the eyes too. Still she worried about her safety but For Fucks Sake she was still MILES for the nearest town. Her feet were killing her and she was so cold. Taking a deep breath she smiled at the man " Yes please. Just to the next town if it's ok"

His truck was tall so her skirt rode up on her quite high as she climbed into the truck. OH GOD it was so warm in here and she felt immediately better."thanks so much you have no idea how desperate I was getting out there"
 
He smiled at her as she shut the door and he put the truck back in gear. "Yup." He answered her. "It CAN get pretty desperate out here... y'know... if yer on yer own. Name's Russel. I'm gonna guess based ona way you were walkin' that yer car's over down this way?"

He headed in the direction Monica had been coming from. "I'm uhh.... I'm pretty good with my hands. What say I take a look at it 'fore you go payin' some crook to look under your hood?"
 
"Umm Sure..I guess..if you think you can help me. By the way my names Monica"

Monica wasn't sure she wanted to stay in the truck with this man for that long. She just wanted to get to town where she would feel safer.
Russel got out of the truck and had her pop the hood on her's....he hummed while he worked. She didn't know how he could see anything under there when it was go damn dark out here.

Tapping her foot nervously "So? Any Ideas?"
 
"Well, its a pleasure to meet you, Monica." he answered her with a smile.

As Steve stood bent over her engine, at least giving the impression that he gave a fuck about what was wrong in there, he rubbed his chin, trying to look as lost in thought as he could manage. Finally he called over over. "Well, how about you come on over here so I can show you something." When she walked up to the engine he sidled up just a little "too close" to her; uncomfortably close.

He snaked one arm around her waist as though he were turning her body to just the right angle to make sure she could see.... SOMETHING he was pointing at. "Seems to me," he began, "that somethings got you all clogged up. I think you need to get yourself cleaned out." At that he put the hand with which he'd been pointing right on her ample, sweater-clad breast.
 
"Steve what are you doing?" Monica was squirming and trying to get away but his arm just tightened around her. "I thought you were going to help me?" She stomped on his foot and he lightly released her enough where she could get away and start running. She wished she could kick off her boots but there was no time to waste. She heard his footsteps running behind her on the side of the road. OH WHY couldn't another car come along right now..I need help!! He was gaining on her so she decided to slide down the embankment and hopefully lose him in the tall grass and trees beyond. SHIT! She was going to break her ankle at this rate....
 
"FUCK!" yelled Steve as the heavy boot came down on his foot. He couldn't believe that stupid little bitch would do that! He ran after her as fast as she could (which would probably have been a little faster if he didn't feel his foot swelling). He finally stopped when he realized he didn't see her ahead of himself on the road. "Come on out babe!" he yelled into the darkness. "I told you I was gonna help you! And I am!"

He thought he heard a rustling off the road side and hurried toward the sound.
 
"Shit I am so fucked!!" Monica thought. He's coming down the ditch and I didn't get into the grass far enough to hide. She heard him pushing aside grass and calling for her to come out. He was probably super pissed she stomped on his foot and would most likely pay her back for that.

She found a downed log and quickly lay down behind it and put both hands over her mouth so he couldn't hear her breathing and probably squeaking in fear. Just a few more seconds and he would pass her by and she could run for the road and his truck!!
 
As Steve stalked his way down off the side of the road something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He realized he'd gone a little too far. There she was ducking behind an overturned tree trunk. He thought he had the perfect element of surprise. The little whore hadn't seen him yet. Then, just as he was about ready to dive for her he heard the snap of a twig beneath his foot. His head snapped down at the sound which in the still of night was like the clap of thunder. He looked up hoping maybe she hadn't heard it.
 
*SNAP*

Shit he had found her..or was at least very close to it. She didn't know if she should stay put or make another run for the trees. She was so scared she thought she might piss herself!!

She finally decided she would stay low and crawl through the grass towards the trees. It was so dark out here maybe he wouldn't see her if she kept down. Adjusting herself on the ground she started belly crawling through the grass. There were alot of stick and little pebbles here and she could feel them cutting into her exposed skin and even scratching through her blouse.

She was making great progress. She was just about there after what seemed an eternity.
 
Steve waited a long moment after the twig snapped. He needed to know if she'd actually heard or not. He saw her start her crawl towards supposed safety and began following her, this time being more cautious of where he stepped. She was maybe fifty feet from the truck, still crawling along the ground when he decided it was time to make his move. He lunged for her, deciding he would just pin her right there on the ground. Maybe he'd have some good dirty fun with her right on the side of the road in the ditch. It made little difference to him. Besides, he thought to himself, if she was a good screw he could always just take her somewhere else and finish the job.
 
She was making good progress now. Suddenly she heard an almost unheard noise off to her left then out of nowhere he grabbed her ankles and pulled her backwards so quickly her skirt ended up well above her waist. Exposing her to him. Then he grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the ground.

"Please Steve don't do this. I'm sorry I stomped on your foot but please please please let me go!!!"

I could feel him hard against my belly and he was pushing it into me in a slow grind.

Why the Fuck did I ever think I should hitchhike? I should have just walked along the embankment out of site from the start.
 
Steve pulled her hands together so he could hold both of her dainty wrists in one of his big hands. He smiled at her as he used his waist to pin her hips down. He already loved the feel of her as he rubbed his cock along her abdomen through his dirty jeans.

With his now free hand he squeezed roughly on her jaw forcing her face into an angry, frightened pucker. He kissed her lips hard and said, "Ah I'm sure I can find the strength to forgive you."

He then released his grip on her face and reached down to start loosening his belt.
 
She writhed and wriggled as much as she could in his tight grip. Then realized it was only inflaming him more. She decided she was not going to move at all and hope he got bored and stopped.

She felt when his cock was released from him pants and hit her belly. "Steve please don't do this!!!" She knew she was crying pitifully now but she didn't care she just wanted to get away.

He came down again and kissed her. Shoving his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like liquor and mints. He was starting to moan now which didn't seem to be a good sign for her at all
 
"Oh stop your crying." He responded coldly. "You know you'll end up enjoying it."

He released her wrists and drew his hands down her body, one big paw groping her tits while the other reached down to where her dress was already bunched up. He took a firm grasp of her lacy black thong and began tearing it downwards towards her ankles.
 
Her panties tore with a loud ripping noise. She knew he wasn't going to stop now. She was terrified!

Unwilling to admit to herself she knew that when he touched her she would be wet. She'd always liked to play rough and although she didn't want or ask for this she played like this alot...That fact terrified her. Would she end up liking it?
 
While his one hand held her down, roughly manhandling her breasts, his other- now that the troublesome underwear was out of the way- moved over her most personal of regions. He could feel the warm moisture there as he slid two rather dirty fingers into her cleft.

"Oooh... well don't you feel nice, baby," he said with a sickening grin on his face. "Seems to me like you just need a good man to clean you out every once in a while."
 
"What are you a fucking plumber?" Damn! She bit her lip while she berated herself for her smart mouth and closed her eyes waiting for the blow that was sure to follow.

His fingers in her actually didn't feel too bad and she was quite wet. How could he think anything else except she wanted him?
 
He actually laughed a little bit at her comment. "Funny, funny girl." He pulled his hand out of her and took her by the hair, leaning her head back slightly. With the other he finished pulling his pants down enough to expose his rather large and extremely stiff member.

"You know, I WAS going to just go ahead and do this and get it done with. But since you're so funny I think I'll make it last a little longer."

Steve scooted himself up her body so that his quivering pole was hovering over her face. "Suck it baby."
 
Fuck she knew she should have kept her mouth shut. Well at least he didn't smack her.

Now she felt his hard cock pushing against her lips. She didn't want to do it but he just pushed harder and she knew if she didn't open up he would probably mess up her lips and/or teeth. She opened up just a little and hes shoved himself into her. She just let him move in and out and refused to suck him even a little.
 
As she lay there giving her best dead fish impression, all Steve could think was, "Well fuck. At least she ain't trying to bite it off."

"C'mon, babe. Try to have some fun with it at least!" He says teasing her. He pulls it out of her mouth and starts prodding her face with his manhood, hoping that if he humiliates her enough it'll rile up some life out of her. It'll be more fun that way, he figures.

He reaches behind himself and runs his hand over her moist warm hole again. He knows she's holding back or she wouldn't be so wet and the thought gets him all the more excited.
 
*God I should have bitten him off while I had the chance* Damn he's touching me again and can tell I'm dripping wet.

I figure he won't stop unless I give him something so I suck his cock into my mouth. Quick and deep as it will go from this angle. I add some teeth just to shock him a bit and it works. He jerks suddenly. Perhaps tensing for the bite that he deserves.
 
As he feels her perfectly straight white teeth run over his shaft, Steve reflexively tenses. Had he thought too soon he wonders to himself. His hand goes from her wet pussy to her head as he pulls roughly back on her hair while removing his member from her lips. "Now that's really a shame, Monica. I thought we had some trust going on." His words come out in a slow, measured, imposing tone.

He sighs in an exaggerated mocking way. "That's fine. I can take a hint. We'll do it your way."

With one hand still on her hair, he moves the other to her shoulder making sure she's firmly pinned down. "Here I figured women love the foreplay so I thought we'd fool around some..." he rambled on as he moved to cover her with his body. "But if you want to just get right on with it,... well... what can I say baby. I aim to please." His huge erection pushed right up against her lips, poised to enter her.
 
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