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We've Been Watching You

By: 1984slut1984



I apologize now for those who do not like this story. It is much harder to write the thoughts and visions in my mind. This is the first part of this story. I am unaware of how many parts it will have.

Dark clouds ominously filled the sky and I knew that the rain would continue for a third straight day. My husband Kenny was gone for the week on a business trip, our daughter was away for a two week horseback riding camp run by my sister, and I was home taking a two week vacation from my landscaping job. My vacation had been quite tiresome to start, consisting of mainly watching television or visiting with nearby friends. I was planning on spending time in the yard tending to my flower beds and garden, sun bathing, going to the beach with my best friend Janice; simple and enjoyable to me, but the weather opposed non-compliantly.

The first crash of thunder startled me and soon the rain was beating down. One in the afternoon looked like seven in the evening. I was nearly compelled to take a nap, but as I was watching television, a commercial for the Maritime Museum in Beaufort ran. It was the last thing the television would broadcast today before the power went out. 

The museum did not seem particularly exciting, but I had never been there and it would be something to do. I tired to reach Janice on her cell to see if she would like to join me, but I was unable to reach her. I decided I would make the hour and a half drive myself anyway.

I was lounging around panty and braless in my pajamas and moved to the bedroom to change. I fumbled through my drawers finding my dotted navy lace-trim thong and bra set. I stripped from my pajamas and stood naked in front of the body mirror gazing at my petite frame. I noticed my mild tan was fading and was hoping for some sun soon. I slipped into my thong and protected my 34 B breasts with the bra. I stepped into my dark washed Aphrodite boot cut jeans that fit low on my waist and straight through my hips and thighs and pulled them over my maturing but cute little bottom. For a top, I chose a cotton long sleeved jewel neckline tee, with raw edge styling. I accessorized with a wide black shevron lace belt and earrings. Before heading out, I put on simple makeup, brushed through my hair, and laced up my 3 inch micro suede ankle boots.

As the garage door opened, I looked out watching the rain drops splash against the blacktop and saw the mail lady about to pull up to my mailbox. I opened my umbrella and quickly made my way out to meet the delivery. 

The woman was older and rough looking. She had a cheerful appeal to her and we quickly chatted about the miserable weather lately. She mentioned the forecast was more optimistic tomorrow, calling for high 80's and sun. I responded with enjoyment and wished her a good day before she drove off.

I sat in the car, quickly skimming through the junk mail and bills as a love red envelope with no return address fell into my lap. I sat the other mail in the passenger seat as it held no interest to me now. The envelope was addresses to me and I thought to myself how sweet Ken was to be sending me something while he was away.

I opened the envelope and pulled the enclosed letter out of its restricted confines. The letter briefly read:

Rebecca, Meet at the Overlook Cabin of Rock Creek Cabins in Bryson City at 5:00 p.m. on June 30th. The letter was signed with a large yellow smiley face sticker. Also in the envelope were directions and a map of the surrounding cabins in the Smoky Mountains. The route was highlighted and the location of the cabin was circled. 

"Tomorrow," I questioned? Had Kenny planned this out? Did he tell me he would be gone for the week well aware that he would only be away for three days? I smiled as I started the car, thinking of the last romantic weekend Ken had treated me to at this same location. The cabin was different, but I knew of Rock Creek Cabins and knew I had a three hour drive ahead of me tomorrow.

I pulled out of the driveway, noticing no lights were on in houses for miles. I pulled onto the expressway and headed east towards Beaufort. The rain fall was steadily declining the farther I headed east and I was comfortably singing along with the music as I proceeded. 

For reasons I cannot explain I looked into the rearview and fear had suddenly rushed through my body. A silver 1980 F-150 4x4, obviously raised with a lift kit, was speeding close behind me. The repeated flashing of its lights reflected off of my rearview mirror and the hounding of its annoying horn chilled the back of my neck. My hands tensed around the steering wheel and I peered into the rearview repeatedly, slowly reducing my speed. The truck tailgated me, backed off, and tailgated again so close I could only see the flashing headlights in the rearview. 

This happened over and over for what seemed an eternity. When the truck backed off, I tried to get a view of the driver through the rearview, but the front window was jet black. I couldn't see a thing. The truck approached again almost hitting my bumper. My right hand shook in nervousness while I blindly searched my purse for my cell phone. I found it and unfolded it open to dial 911 not knowing how much longer this harassment would last. Just at that moment the truck sped up beside me and past me with a sustained echo blasting from the horn.

I watched as the truck flashed by me. Covered in mud, its windows were tinted jet black and the license plate paint was flaked off and covered in mud, making it impossible to read. The truck proceeded and disappeared into the distance. I discharged a breath of relief and closed my phone. The horror of the event passed and soon I was trying to sing along with radio with aftershocks of the event still rattling my knees.

An exit sign for the museum eventually stood along the edge of the road and I followed it, along with signs on the local highways directing drivers to its location. I entered the parking of the facility and skimmed the rows for an open spot. I noticed the muddy truck standing higher than other vehicles along the edge of the parking and my mind struggled between decisions of proceeding or heading back home. For some reason, I rationalized I would be safe here in a public place and found a parking space far away from the eerie vehicle. Besides, even if the driver of the truck was in the museum, the chances of him or her knowing who I was would be unlikely. I took the happening of the freeway occurrence as a chance event of harassment.

I composed myself as I got out of my Durango and walked towards the entrance. No one was outside of the facility and I entered. The commercial advertised free admission, but I brought a small amount of cash for a possible souvenir. Ken had just been sailing with a recent business client and seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps I would find something interesting. 

I entered the heart of the museum which contained a cluster of about 15 people being informed by the guide of the museum's displays. Further ahead was another group with a guide as well. I joined the closest group and listened as the guide provided the group with details and answered questions. I looked around and gazed ahead towards the next group. A tall man with short brown hair was slowly drifting away from the group settling at a particular display, reading the informational plaque.

Our group proceeded and I looked over at the man. The voice of our guide and the stampede of footsteps caught the man's attention and he turned to look. He scanned the faces of the people and when his eyes fell upon me, the sight of the man produced anxiety in me. I only looked at him for a short moment, but his stare, behind deep set eyes encircled with darkness was distressful. His beard was gruesome hanging from his chin at least six inches and his clothing was old and appeared dirty.

I turned my head and followed the group. I felt as if he continued to stare at me and my head turned involuntarily. He was intently watching me with his creepy eyes and I found myself tightly wrapping my arms around my body, trying to cover up my sexuality. I walked slowly behind the group trying to keep my bottom from sexily rocking, but my jeans fit tightly against my shape and the boots only added to the appeal of my legs and backside.

I turned my head around again, having no control over my actions and noticed the man walking away and exiting the building. His leaving was reassuring and calmness gathered around me. I was able to listen freely and enjoy the museum. The guide ended and I went to the gift shop, but I found nothing. Not finding anything didn't bother me. I was just happy to get out of the house for a while. 

I exited the museum and the sun was breaking through cloud cover. I inspected the parking lot and did not see the truck that had terrified me. Was that man the driver of the truck? Many people had exited before I did, so I could not be positive. I had an awful feeling though that I had encountered the person responsible for the earlier harassment. The drive home was beautiful as the sun dropped below the horizon. Nothing strange or alarming occurred and I had finally forgotten about the event until I arrived home and jumped in the shower. 

Visions of the truck speeding close behind me with flashing lights, the echo of the horn, and the man's fearsome face flashed behind my closed eyes as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. I shook the images of my memory out of my head, replacing them with peaceful imaginative thoughts about going to the cabin tomorrow as I continued my shower shaving my legs and pubic region carefully. 

Out of normal routine, I dried and covered my skin in lotion. My skin reflected with a glisten standing nude in front of the mirror as I brushed and blew my hair dry. I admired my body almost narcissistically one last minute before slipping into nothing but my solid fig colored charmeuse x-back gown. I promised myself that I would get a good night sleep, wake up early to straighten my hair, and radiate with beauty for Kenny tomorrow.

I fell asleep peacefully only to be woken by a horrific dream: 

I walked to the mailbox to gather the day's mail. As I pulled the door down the sun reflected off of it in a flickering fashion, reminiscent of the headlights in my rearview. As I reached into the mailbox, a sustained tone of a truck horn echoed above me. I turned my head to the sky to see a commercial airliner descending rapidly, its engines burning balls of fire. A quarter of a mile from my home, the plane crashed into an empty field. Suddenly I stood one hundred yards from the wreckage. I could smell the burning bodies and heard cries of pain. I fell to my knees crying, helpless to the needs of those who could possibly still be alive. My hands covered my face and my head fell in despair. I began to feel the heat of fire coming closer to me. I lifted my head and removed my hands from my face to see a burning body standing over me. As I looked closer, reaching out my hand to help, I could see the terrifying face of my potential harasser. He reached down to strangle me. The burning flesh of his hands gripped my throat and I woke up. 

My alarm clock seemed to bellow music as I lay there nearly paralyzed, my heart fiercely pounding. My arms were unusually heavy reaching to turn the alarm off. The music stopped and I took deep breaths calming myself from the episode of unconscious horror. When I became more relaxed, I got out of bed and started a pot of coffee. I snacked on a blueberry muffin and sipped coffee watching the weather channel. The forecast predicted clear skies and a high of 87 degrees. 

The beautiful weather created the perfect opportunity to wear my stretch hot lips sundress. The dress was colorful and fun with a gathered bodice, white binding trim and straps, a criss cross low cut back, and thigh high front slit. My pair of 5 3/4" high heel slide sandals with white leather and tan sawdust platforms and heels would go great with the dress.

I finished my coffee and muffin and turned off the television. I turned on the radio and grabbed my flat iron to straighten my hair. I sat in the living room losing myself in the music as I work on the tedious task of straightening my hair. When I finished, I called Janice to tell her about what had happened yesterday. She answered and as the conversation proceeded, she commented on how horrible that had to have been. I also told her about the love red envelope and she agreed Ken must have been up to something. As she usually does, she called me a lucky bitch. This made me smile and she wished me a good time and to be careful. Shortly after, we said our goodbyes and hung up. 

Some time had passed and it was shortly after one o'clock in the afternoon. Knowing I would have to leave soon, I picked out a hot pink mesh fabric thong with lip prints to match my funky little hot lips sundress that did not need a bra, and put on my heeled sandals. I did my makeup provocatively and found white hoop earrings and matching bracelets and put them on as well. My sleek dark hair hung past my shoulders and I flipped it to one side looking at myself one last time before heading out. As I promised myself, I felt like I radiated with beauty. I put together a couple outfits, sexy pajamas, and grabbed my makeup bag expecting to stay for the remainder of the week and into the weekend, and packed them. I kept the lipstick out for touch up purposes. I gathered my keys and the love red envelope with its contents and headed out.

Initially the drive was tiring and a bore. Somehow I kept myself enthused listening to the radio and select CD's. I was quite a muggy day and even with the air conditioning I had to pull my dress up just below my panties. The lightly tanned skin of my legs was kept warm from the sun shining through the driver side window. 

As I entered Bryson City, my heart started to flutter in excitement. I looked down at my svelte legs and ran my left hand down my left leg, keeping my right foot on the gas and my right hand on the wheel. My leg was still smooth and soft despite shaving the night before. I quickly looked into the rearview, checking my makeup. Everything was fine except my lipstick, which was probably fading from licking my lips and drinking from a bottle of water. I could touch up my lips when I reached the cabin.

Soon I was making my way up the mountain. Ascending through the twists and turns with my windows down listening to the sounds of wildlife, I occasionally had to pretend yawns to clear my ears which were beginning to plug from the change in altitude. With the sun radiating through the treetops and the scent of untouched nature satisfying my senses, I could feel a slight wetness gathering between my legs. My heart was still fluttering and arousal was capturing my body. It had been nearly a week since Ken had been inside of me. I longed for the friction of my tight vaginal walls gripping around his penetrating stiff rod.

I passed a number of beautiful cabins as I climbed the elevation of the mountain. I wanted each one to be the cabin of my destination. I was overly anxious and ready to begin the solitude and relaxation with Kenny. Finally, I had reached the cabin. I took a deep breath, my chest expanding, allowing me to notice that even my little 34 B breasts looked large in this dress. It fit nicely snug around my waist and bottom. I looked down at my chest and smiled at the ample cleavage exposed between my modest titties.

I pulled up the steep drive of the cabin and parked. I was surprised to find no vehicle at the summit of the drive, but I put up the windows and turned off the ignition. I reached for the lipstick and touched up my lips. I pushed my dress down, smoothed it out, and stepped out of my vehicle. I raised my arms above my head with a tiptoe stretch and exhaled. I left my belongings inside the vehicle and started my way up the number of steps leading to the door of the cabin. 

Reaching the top of the steps I followed the wrap around deck to the door. On the door was a note: 

Its open Rebecca, come on in.

I twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The scent of potpourri filled the cabin. I looked around admiring the spaciousness and hardwood floors, closing the door behind me. I immediately walked to the main living area with French doors leading to the deck. The view was majestically beautiful. It seemed this cabin was near the highest elevation of the Smoky Mountains. I opened the French doors and moved out onto the deck. I turned my head spotting the hot tub. Where was Ken though, I thought to myself?

I enjoyed the view for a moment and went back inside, hoping to find a note at the kitchen counter. Ken always leaves me notes at the kitchen counter before leaving for work. As I walked back in, I found it strange that the cabin had numerous framed pictures around. It wasn't just that the cabin had pictures, but that all the pictures were of petite woman, smiling as if it was the happiest day of their lives. 

A crash at the front door startled me and I jumped, knocking one of the pictures to the floor, breaking the glass covering. While picking up the pieces of glass surrounding the frame, I noticed more pictures behind the one being showcased. I dropped the pieces of shattered glass I had picked up and looked at the pictures. My heart sank in fear.

The first picture revealed the same women crying, mascara running and lipstick smeared. In the second picture she was standing with the same tearful face, her hair held by someone from behind, her arms tied behind her back, and ripped panties fallen and resting above her knees.

My heart pounded in fear and I chose to not continue looking at the pictures. I left the mess on the floor and made my way to the front door. I wanted to leave, but the door was jammed. I could not open it. Tears began to fill my eyes, but I held them back momentarily slowly making my way around the cabin. I reached for another picture and opened the frame from the back. The picture was horrifying as this woman was crying and being forced to perform sexual favors. The tears began to fall from my eyes and I darted for the French doors.

I stopped in my tracks, paralyzed by the vision of two men standing at the French doors. I did not recognize the men, but sensed the danger. I slowly stepped back and crashed into the warmth of a body behind me. Before I could turn, a hand wrapped around my waist and a hand covered my mouth, containing the shrill of my scream. 

"My name is Franklin Rogers. We've been watching you Rebecca," the man's voice said from behind me. 

Tears fell from my eyes. Hopelessness filled my emotions as the hand released the pressure from my mouth. I didn't scream knowing it would be futile. My heart still beat in fear and tears trickled down my cheeks.

"We've been watching you for a longtime," he said again raising pictures to my field of view. 

The first picture didn't spark my memory initially, but I soon remembered that day last summer at the beach with Ken and our daughter. I was smiling looking out to the water watching Ken play with our daughter. An entire year, I thought to myself? What did these people want?

The second pictured shown to me was from yesterday. I was carefully examining the parking lot of the Maritime Museum getting out of my Durango. Tears flowed from my eyes and pouting left my mouth. The man's hand around my waist centered on my belly and slid down, rubbing over my pubic mound and across the tops of my thighs. His hand centered again just below my crotch and tightened on the material of my dress. He slowly raised my dress above my pierced belly button, exposing my hot pink lip print thong and smoothly shaven legs. His free hand wrapped around me holding my dress up. I pouted more as I looked out the French doors, the two men still standing there, peeping at my uncovered flesh. 


We've Been Watching You Ch. 02



I apologize now for those who do not like this story. It is much harder to write the thoughts and visions in my mind. This second part may be dull and even seems slow to me. I hope to improve the quality as the story progresses.

Buckled to my knees and crying into my hands, thoughts raced through my mind about being sexually used against my will. Feelings of helplessness resurfaced as I relived the assault in my mind; Franklin pulling my dress above my belly, exposing me to the two subordinates outside the French doors and my thong being cut off of me with the two men staring at my naked flesh. Finally, the abuse would end after humiliating aggressive penetration of both my pussy and ass and a hot splashing facial as the two men watched on, courtesy of my harasser, Franklin Rogers. 

I whimpered uncontrollably falling into the fetal position, my arms now wrapped around me consoling myself. Escaping my memory was my shame covered unintentional orgasm and how wet my pussy was left. After recounting the trauma I had endured, all that was left was the painful burning inside my bottom. I must have lain on the floor for thirty minutes wondering why I was the one they were watching and if there was any way I could escape this horror.

With Franklin demonstrating how well they have been able to keep their eyes on me and his confession of eliminating people, I was trapped. There would be nothing I could do except face the next 10 days head on. 

I forced myself off of the floor and smoothed my wrinkled dress over my lower portion void of panties now. My face covered in tears and dried semen, my pussy used and sticky, and my ass ripped and sore, I wanted a shower. I looked down the stairs making my way towards the main level bathroom and chose to follow them. I found another, more spacious bathroom, a half bath, and three bedrooms down there. I chose to shower down there.

I pushed the shower curtain aside to start the water and saw a note stuck to the shower wall signed with a large smiley face sticker.

Rebecca,

Obey your instructions. Do not prolong the situation.

My heart sank again and I ripped the note down, crumbled it up, and threw it furiously at the waste basket. Sadness consumed me as I started the water. I removed my dress and looked into the mirror. Seeing the mascara mess and white splotches of dried semen across my face, I almost began to cry again, but toughened up to enjoy a steaming hot shower. 

I still writhed in shame for having an orgasm during my rape and I knew I did not want the next 10 days to bring what I knew was inevitable. Random intrusions, text message instructions, orders to obey; thinking of these only added to the stress that had mounted within me. Something else was tainting my thoughts though. I was torn. I hated Franklin driving his cock in and out of me, but at the same time I never wanted him to stop.

I washed my face and cleaned my body of the invisible foul stain covering me, all the while finding a hint of eroticism from the situation. I found myself tantalizing my nipples thinking of what had occurred earlier and soon I was using a finger to part my love curtains and press against my love hole. Cleaned of but still angry of the situation, my little vagina was producing natural lubricant. My hand slid deeper and reached under to touch my weakened anus. I could feel a slight gape. I was definitely loosened back there and the feel alarmed me. This was different to me and unlike the way my pussy was used; I was not fond of my anal destruction. Perhaps this dislike was the basis of my anger, but it didn't stop me from bringing myself to another climax.

With the anger raging through me, inducing an orgasm took quite an effort despite being as aroused as I was. I hooked my index and middle finger into my soupy wet hole, stretching my vaginal walls open, while forcefully applying pressure against my clit with my free hand. As I irritably stretched my hole, my clit began to swell. Direct pressure applied to my clit turned into a forceful wide spin centering on my clit, but also massaging my pussy lips. My hips began to buck, my pussy hole was torn open, and enraged thoughts of my anal abuse intensified the clitoral orgasm. I moaned and released repetitive short high pitched hums and finally slid down the shower wall with an unrelenting sound of pleasure. 

I got out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel, and proceeded to look over the bedrooms again to make the choice of which one I would try to find comfort in while I stayed. As I stared into the second bedroom, I noticed a gift wrapped box placed carefully on the bed. It wasn't there earlier when I first examined the lower level. 

The paper was love red, the same color as the envelope from the mail. It was decorated with silver ribbon and had a yellow smiley face sticker on it. I opened the box, finding a pink and yellow fruity striped halter bra and tie sides thong with matching stockings. The apparel was cute and as I pulled it from the box I found a letter sealed with a yellow smiley face sticker. I opened the letter signed with yet another smiley face sticker:

Rebecca,

I hope you have become more relaxed and have started to enjoy your stay. You should be getting hungry soon and you will find the refrigerator and cupboards are stocked sufficiently for you. You are advised to redo your makeup, fix your hair, and wear the bracelet and earring set upstairs on the dining room table. I hope you like the gift. At 9:30 tonight you will dress into this gift. This is the bedroom in which you will sleep for the duration of your stay. Obey your instructions.

Making my choice of which bedroom I wanted was no longer an option, and I headed back up to the main floor. I saw the jewelry box on the table and noticed the sun was fading towards the horizon, but with plenty of daylight left, I did not hesitate to get my make-up and clothes from my Durango. Still only covered with a towel, I walked out the door and made the journey down the number of stairs before feeling solid earth under my feet and unloaded my vehicle.

When I returned, I looked through the cabin. The broken glass was cleaned up and the pictures that were placed all around the cabin were gone as well. There was one picture though. The picture was of me. Placed on the mantel of the fireplace, I walked towards it and noticed it was taken today. I was smiling as I walked up the steps to the door of the cabin. Franklin and his people definitely had their eyes on me and they were good not to be noticed. 

I picked up the picture and opened the frame, looking for additional pictures, but there were none. I closed the frame and looked again at the picture. I wanted to throw it across the room but I contained my aggression. I placed it back where I had found it and carried my belongings down to my designated room. Putting the few items I had brought with me into drawers, my stomach was churning. I was getting hungry. I finished and went back upstairs to see what food was here for me.

Opening the fridge I saw eggs, milk, butter, bottled water, sandwich meat, a T-bone steak, bacon, yogurt, cheese, mayo, sports drinks, and other food stuffs that would surely be enough to keep me well fed. In the freezer I found boneless skinless chicken breast, frozen vegetables, country style hash browns, and a bottle of Catdaddy Carolina moonshine. I grabbed an ice tray and the bottle and opened it. I took a generous pull from it and set it on the counter to look for a small glass. I opened a cupboard to find a box of cold cereal, coffee, and coffee filters. The coffee was not ordinary coffee. The coffee was the specific kind that I drink. The easy on your stomach coffee called Simply Smooth by Foldgers.

I found a small glass and dropped two pieces of ice in it and poured some moonshine over them. Taking a sip, I decided I would have the steak and some vegetables. I cooked the steak medium and steamed the vegetables. I ate peacefully at the dining room table, yet feeling alone. I wished Ken was here with me. Deluding my mind, I opened the jewelry box which contained plastic glitter yellow fashion bracelets and fashion hoop earrings painted Lucite canary yellow. They were cheap, but would match well with the gift I had found on the bed.

I finished half of my steak and the side of veggies I had prepared myself. My drink was also getting low. I took care of the dishes and refilled my drink, adding fresh ice. I figured the sun would completely set shortly before 9:00 p.m. which meant I had just more than an hour to do my make-up and hair. I went downstairs and put on the fruity striped outfit, grabbed my brush, and my hair straightener. My hair was okay, not having washed it, but I thought I would straighten it anyway. 

I walked up the stairs in the pink and yellow striped bra, thong, and stockings with my needed supplies in hand. I actually felt sexy. Each piece fit perfectly. The top exposed much of my chest, flashing a generous amount of cleavage. The thong was skimpy having the tie sides. Certainly understandable is that the back did not cover much, nor did the front, and the stockings unquestionably completed the three piece set. I grabbed the jewelry box from the dining room table and had a seat in the living room.

I plugged the straightener in to the closest outlet and turned on the television. A movie caught my interest and I watched as I returned my hair to its sleekest state. My drink was going down smoothly and I had nearly downed another glass when I finished my hair. I gave my hair a quick brush and it was done. I got up to pour another drink and noticed the effect the alcohol was having on me. I was becoming a little tipsy, and I giggled having forgotten momentarily of what was really happening here.

I poured myself a third drink and sat back on the leather couch watching the television. I didn't feel much like doing my make-up, but it had become habitual for me and the reason I was doing all of this came back to me. I was dressed more than just sexy, it was on the edge of slutty, I had done my hair that didn't really need it, and I was about to put on make-up. All because I had to reluctantly obey instructions I lacked enthusiasm for.

I swallowed the bottom of my third drink as I was about to complete my make-up. I put the glass on the table and applied my lipstick for the finishing touches and flipped through channels. I was satisfyingly buzzed and my loins were tingling. My hand reflexively slid down towards my pussy and pressed against my clit. The channel rested on a soft-core porn movie and I watched two lovers sensually fuck each other. My pussy was gathering juice as I continued to masturbate. 

My hand pressing the fabric against my pussy was great, but I wanted more. I pulled the skimpy thong aside exposing my glistening pussy lips. I began to spin three fingers over my clit, releasing moans and using another hand to pull a tit out of the top, holding and squeezing it. My orgasm was coming quickly. I could feel a trail of my own sweet pussy juice trickling down my taint, down to my no longer virgin anus, and settling on the leather couch under my backside. Unwanted thoughts of my recent rape spun in my head as my breathing intensified. I could hear Franklin in my head, cheering himself on as he bulldozed my ass. I began moaning more wildly and suddenly I was holding my breath dizzying myself into a silent orgasm before releasing a needed sigh to regain my equilibrium.

My orgasm was unusually intense, expelling a puddle of juice from my love hole. Many times an orgasm has left my baby canal considerably wet with juices collected inside, but this particular orgasm had a strength that was ten fold of any other. This was not a squirt; it was a flood that drained from my pussy. I gasped for breath continuously trying to collect myself. I figured the alcohol was the reason behind such a sap flowing orgasm. 

I didn't even clean myself. I was fatigued from this orgasm and allowed my thong to fall back in place over my pussy and my titty to slip half way back into my top as I shifted my body to the next cushion. I had made a mess I never imagined would even be possible. I relaxed more and started channel surfing. Nothing was on and the television flickered from changing channels. The picture flashed and flashed skimming through channels. Unexpectedly, I was soon watching myself on the television. I watched for a short moment noticing the picture was in real time. I changed to the next channel and there I was again. This time the angle was different. I changed to the next channel only to get the same result. 

The next six channels had different angles of me. I had had enough. I realized if these images were being recorded, my masturbation would be backed up somewhere. I was furious. My privacy had been invaded. I let out an angry grunt and slammed the remote control onto the couch. I got up and dampened a paper towel to wipe up the mess I had left on the couch. The mess cleaned rather easily and soon I was lying on the couch flipping through channels looking for something good to watch. My eyes were getting heavy and I do not remember falling asleep.

I do remember though thinking that I heard the lights being turned off, the channels changing, and the creaking sounds of the rocking lazy boy chair. I didn't pay much attention to the sounds and drifted back into a deep slumber. 

I was awakened by hands scooping me up from the couch, cradling me like a baby. I was still drunk and didn't know what was going on. My head was rested between what felt like a man's shoulder and neck. I can remember the scent of an unfamiliar cologne and wrapping my arms around the large figure carrying me. I could sense I was descending down the stairs, cuddled up to a muscular man. He placed me on the bed. The midnight hours were still warm and covering me was unnecessary. 

My head was spinning lying motionless on the bed. I opened my eyes, noticing the dim light of the hallway illuminating the entrance to the bedroom. I squinted to clear my vision and opened them again to look out the doorway. The light of the hallway cast a shadow of a tall well built man standing in the doorway now. I closed my eyes and opened them slightly trying not to be discovered of my awareness. My heart rate increased watching this stranger look over me from the doorway and start to slowly approach me. 

I rolled over casually, turning my back to the man, as if I were asleep. I could feel him standing overtop of me. My heart was pounding and my breathing was heavy with fear. Trying to stay calm and quite was a struggle. I clenched my eyes tightly not knowing what was going to happen. And then my fears came true. The man sat on the bed next to me. The back of his hand gently glided across my bare thigh, moved upwards hardly touching the roundness of my behind, finally turning over across my midsection and easily rolling me over onto my back.

Tears filled under my eyelids as he leaned over kissing just above my pubic mound. His hands were now caressing my breast with a gentle firmness. His kissing moved lower and lower. I opened my eyes letting the built up tears fall. Sadness left my mouth saying he didn't have to do this, but at the same time having no control, I opened my thighs allowing his lips to rest onto my pussy.

He released my breasts and positioned himself between my open thighs, dragging his hands softly against my rib cage and over top of my flat belly. His mouth pressed over the fabric covering my pussy, blowing a hot breath against me. I whimpered, knowing this man was going to use me. He blew hard again onto my pussy, the heat lingering beneath the fabric. I pulled my knees up slightly, my legs spreading even farther apart. What was I doing? I was trying not to prolong the situation. 

His hands moved under and around the tops of my thighs as he firmly pressed his lips against my pussy and slowly moved his face from side to side. His hands moved across my thong finding the tied sides and slowly pulled them loose. The tie strings came apart and he pulled the front of my thong down between my legs. My pussy was stripped of its shelter. I felt him take my clit into his mouth, sucking it with a slight tug. 

His tongue rested on my closed folds before nudging his tongue between them and parting them with a long drawn out lapping of his tongue. He moaned with enjoyment. He could taste my pussy juice I thought to myself, remembering the fabulous orgasm I had earlier. 

"Please. Please stop," I said quietly begging him.

My arousal was rising again, but I was scared as well.

"Please, don't do this to me," I continued to beg.

His pussy eating changed from sensual to lustful. I continued pleading for him to stop but he would not. I could feel pleasure building and my clit was beginning to swell. 

"Ooohhhh, stop," I moaned as my hands reached behind his head pulling his face deeper into my pussy.

"Just stop, I don't want this," my legs now quivering as he brought me closer and closer to a climax.

I tried to push his head away from my pussy now, even though it was feeling so good. The effort was useless. I had no strength to challenge him. My clit was throbbing, my pussy leaking fluid; I couldn't fight him. 

"Oooohhhhhh . . . mmmmmmmm . . . I'm, I'm gonna, I'm going to cum," I warned.

His pussy eating was great and despite hating it, I was doomed.

"AAhhh," I shrilled repeatedly as my body tremored into yet another orgasm. 

He sucked at my vaginal entrance, with moans. My orgasm continued and I whined in embarrassing bliss. He slid away from me pressing his hand against my ass as he got up and walked out of the room. I watched him with tears in my eyes. I couldn't wait to get out of this place. I couldn't wait for this to be over. Nine more days I thought to myself, crying myself quietly back to sleep.

The alarm clock startled me awake at 7:00 a.m. I saw my thong still draped between my legs and pulled it up. I tied the sides and sat at the edge of the bed, pinching the corners of my eyes. I lifted my head and saw a bouquet of roses on the dresser in front of me. I began to cry again. I got off of the bed, noticing a smiley face sticker stuck to my left butt cheek and went to the bathroom. Mascara runs gave me raccoon eyes and I washed my face before having my morning pee. 

I peeled the sticker off of my bottom and went upstairs to start a pot of coffee, but smelled the fresh aroma as the bright morning sun cast into the cabin. The coffee had already been made and I wondered if I had prepared the timer sometime last night. I didn't do it. Someone else had done this. I let out an aggravated sigh. I was alone here, but I wasn't really alone. I poured a cup and checked the cupboards. I saw the box of cereal but was not interested in it. I opened the next cupboard and found cereal bars and blueberry muffins. I chose the blueberry muffins. 

I carried my coffee and muffin out to the living area and set them down to open the French doors. I left them wide open, grabbed my breakfast, and sat outside in a deck chair. The morning was beautiful and promised an equally beautiful day. I decided if I was not bothered, I would sun bathe nude right here on the deck. I finished my muffin and was sipping the last of my coffee. I got up to refill my coffee and looked over the edge of the deck as a patrol vehicle made its way up the steep drive.

Oh, thank god I thought to myself! I was relieved for a moment, but that relief didn't last long. I couldn't say anything. This place was monitored and Franklin said without remorse that eliminating people was simply possible. So much for a rescue I thought to myself.

I walked back into the kitchen refilling my coffee, realizing what I was wearing. "Shoot," I said to my self. "I'm not really dressed appropriately to talk to a police officer, but I don't have time to change either."




We've Been Watching You Ch. 02



I was ready for the pounding knocks on the door. I opened the door, smiling brightly. Ample cleavage between my modest tits flashing the officer, a skimpy thong and matching stockings seductively portraying an image of myself to him, I felt slutty. 

"Good morning officer," I greeted.

I watched as his eyes roamed my entire body. His eyes did not meet mine for what seemed minutes.

"Good morning officer," I said again.

He cleared is throat, "Good morning ma'am."

"Can I help you," I asked?

The way his eyes peered onto me, I knew he wanted to suggest something entirely different than what he said.

"I am just doing my rounds ma'am. There have been reports filed of recent incidents in the Rock Creek Cabins since early April. We think they may also be associated with three unsolved murders as well," he disclosed.

My heart sank; I had a feeling I knew of vital information that would be useful: the pictures, the channels on the television monitoring this cabin, Franklin Rogers. I wondered if my face showed any signs of my knowledge, was I keeping myself composed.

"Please, come on in. Would you like a cup of coffee," I asked opening the door?

"Thank you ma'am if you don't mind," he thankfully responded.

He entered. He was a large well built man. I turned towards the coffee pot. I knew he would be staring at my uncovered cheeks. I felt like a tease knowing how this man had looked at me when I answered the door. And now I was giving him even more to appreciate. I couldn't help it. I should have changed this morning, but I was comfortable. I didn't expect this type of company.

"How do you like your coffee," I asked?

"Black is just fine ma'am."

I poured him a cup as he stood looking out the French doors. The sunlight radiating through the doors made him appear as a silhouette. The figure was strikingly familiar. His shape resembled the man standing in the doorway late last night. I shook it off as merely a coincidence. I turned the corner of the counter top and approached him with both coffees in hand. He turned around with a smile thanking me. I noticed a bulge in his pants and handed him his coffee. I got rather close and recognized a once unfamiliar scent of cologne.

I never saw the man's face last night. It was buried into my steaming box the entire time. I couldn't shake these facts off as coincidences anymore. I had a gut feeling that this was the man I begged to not eat my pussy and bring me to an orgasm. 

We sat on the couch and he continued to release more specific details of the incidents. He warned me to keep alert and to be careful. Then he showed me a few pictures. 

"We know who we are looking for. Well at least we know of one man," he told me showing me a few pictures of Franklin Rogers. "This man is Franklin Rogers. He alters his appearance often, eluding us as we get close to him. Have you ever seen this man?

"No, I don't recognize him," I reluctantly lied to the officer.

I didn't know what to say. I had a feeling this was the man who was in the cabin last night. Was this a test? Was he a real cop? I simply played the situation off as if I didn't know anything.

He showed me something else.

"This is the signature these sickos leave behind," he said holding a picture of a yellow smiley face.

I looked at it and then looked at him with an unusual stare thinking if he realized what he was saying. Wasn't he a sicko too? Didn't he put a smiley face sticker on my butt before he left last night? I didn't know if it was him for sure, but people learn to trust their gut eventually.

"That's weird officer. Do they think what they are doing is a joke," I asked?

"It is hard to say ma'am, but obviously they are having fun doing what they do. Stay alert ma'am and be careful," he said finishing his coffee and standing up, his bulge still noticeable behind his trousers.

"Thank you for the coffee, ma'am, I am sorry to have interrupted you so early."

I walked him to the door reassuring him that it was not a problem. He opened the door and turned around handing me his card. He put the card into my hand gently, the back of his hand just grazing my palm. The feeling was familiar. I looked up at him. A half smile rested on his face as the back of his hand slowly finished grazing my palm to my finger tips.

"Be careful ma'am, these are not men you want to challenge."

He walked away and I closed the door behind him. What the fuck is going on I questioned myself? I picked up the coffee cups and put them in the dishwasher. I looked out the window admiring the sloping landscape and beautiful trees privatizing the land around the cabin. This cabin was definitely secluded. My admiration was cut short by the text message jingle from my cell phone.

"Be ready at 5:00 p.m. Go to the pub named Across the Tracks. Order yourself a drink and await further instructions. Wear the gift you will find on your bed. You will find directions to the pub with the gift. Do not prolong the situation."

I dreaded this vacation. I honestly hated it. I loved being here and I loved the time spent with no intrusions or instructions, but this harassment was subduing any enjoyment. 

The day carried on with nothing fascinating happening. Around 11 a.m., thunder loomed in the distance briefly, but no rain fell and the sun was shining again in no time. At noon I made myself a simple lunch, a sandwich, chips, and a bottle of water. After eating I decided to sun bathe. I turned the television to a music channel and walked out onto the deck with a towel and another bottle of water. I draped the towel along the floor of the deck looking up to the sky to see where the sun was positioned. I rolled the stockings down my legs, noticing I needed to shave. I removed my top and bottom. The sun felt warm against my bare skin. I removed the bracelets and earrings I still had on from last night and laid down on the towel. Occasionally I would splash water on my skin and smooth it around. Not having any tanning lotion, it was my last resort. I do not burn easily, so I figured I would be okay as long as I didn't stay out too long.

I tanned uninterrupted for nearly two hours flipping over every half an hour. The sun felt great and I knew I had gotten a little darker just from that session. I felt energized and seemed to be enjoying myself. I went back into the cabin when I sensed I had reached my limit. I didn't want to burn. I sat naked on the couch with the towel under me watching the tube for about an hour before jumping in the shower. I showered slowly, shaving my legs perfectly, and shaving my pussy smoothly bald. 

I got out of the shower, the mirror covered in steam with a smiley face drawn against the fog, another bouquet of roses placed on the counter. The gesture was sweet, but utterly annoying. I dried off, wrapped my hair in the towel, smothered my skin in lotion, applied deodorant, and sprayed myself with my favorite perfume. 

I walked into the bedroom and sure enough as the text message said, there was a gift on the bed. I opened it and found a black two piece lace bra and triple string g- string set, a pair of medium wash flare leg jeans, a black corset blouse, two sets of three thin blue rhinestone bangle bracelets with matching earrings, and a pair of black lace-up ankle boots. Also hidden in the box were the directions to the pub and a bottle of deep-sea indigo nail polish. Through everything I was being put through, I was taking these gifts home with me. Maybe I would even get more!

As disappointing as the situation I had gotten into was, I was starting to feel mildly enthused. Actually, I don't think I was enthused; I was simply trying to keep a positive mindset. I was fighting the traumatizing reality of this ordeal. I put on the sexy bra and thong set. I adored the way it looked against my freshly tanned skin. It was amazing how well whoever picked out these gifts for me knew just how to size my body. It took some time to do my hair drying and straightening it. When I finished, it looked as good as it was going to get. I proceeded with polishing my toe and finger nails. I let them dry and dressed into the jeans and blouse. I put my hair into a ponytail and went to the bathroom to do my make-up considering the earrings and bracelets, trying to match as well as I could. I finished my make-up and put the accessories on and grabbed a pair of socks and the boots. The clock read 4:57. I had to hurry. I put the socks and boots on, released my hair from the ponytail and brushed through it one last time. I grabbed the directions and my keys and was out the door. Headed for Across the Tracks I didn't know what to expect. But I had to obey the instructions. 

To Be Continued . . .



We've Been Watching You Ch. 03



The drive was less than one mile and stricken by nerves, I sat parked outside of the pub for nearly five minutes. My cell jingled notifying me of a text message.

"Do not prolong the situation. Enter the pub Rebecca."

Oh my God, I thought. Are these people watching me via satellite? I grabbed some cash from my purse and locked it in the glove box. I exited my vehicle and walked into the pub. Music was playing and the drinking hole hummed with conversation. I walked to the bar not knowing what to order. I am not a drinker usually, so I ordered a Margarita. The female bar tender fixed my drink and collected the fee, complimenting me on my outfit. I thanked her and took a sip of my drink. The salt around the edge of the glass was surprising, but it complimented the drink.

I spun the bar stool around, turning my back to the bar, watching the groups of people engaging in conversation, playing pool, or playing darts. I felt shy being in this place all by myself. I turned the stool back around and sipped my drink again. The bartender approached me asking if I was a local. I proceeded to tell her I was vacationing at the Rock Creek Cabins.

"Oh," She said. "I've heard some bad things have been happening there."

"What you are hearing is true. A police officer visited my cabin this morning filling me in with details. Sounds like a scary situation," I said.

My phone jingled again and anxiety filled my chest. More instructions I thought. Nine more days I kept telling myself. "Excuse me." I said to the bartender, unenthusiastically, viewing the text message. 

"Two men are playing darts, one in a green and gray T-shirt, the other in a brown polo shirt. Introduce yourself to them." I was tense and almost couldn't bring myself to approach them. I got off of the stool and walked towards them, following the instructions of the message. Many sets of eyes gazed in my direction as I made my way across the pub. I knew I looked good and I should have been more confident. My heart was racing as got near the men, who were bullshitting while taking turns tossing the darts. 

"Hello guys," I said. "Got room for one more?"

The men looked at me like I was a bother or that I couldn't play darts competitively with them.

"We're just about done here honey, how bout we buy you a drink?"

I shook my head in agreement as the man in the polo shirt tossed a bull's eye proclaiming his victory.

"What are you drinking?" The loser of the match asked. 

"Margarita," I said, raising my glass to him.

The other man pulled a chair out for me at a table while his friend shouted across the pub for two beers and a margarita. I took a seat along with the gentlemen. They introduced themselves as Jim and Randy. Jim, the man in the polo shirt was handsome. Brown eyes, dark skin, and dark hair. Clean shaven yet rugged looking. He had to have been at least ten to fifteen years older than me, perhaps in his late thirties to early forties. The other man, Randy was more my age. He was fairly good looking as well. Blond hair, blue eyes, short stubble facial hair, his appearance was more of the gentle looking type.

The drinks were brought to the table and I introduced myself as Rebecca, sipping from my fresh margarita. They questioned my dart playing and I told them I was probably better than they would expect. They said that maybe we could play next time. I told them today might be the only chance. I was only here on vacation. They said they were done with darts for the day and had to be leaving soon after their drinks. I smiled and said that was too bad. They laughed and asked where I was vacationing at. I told the at the Rock creek Cabins.

"That's been a dangerous place lately, Rebecca," Randy said.

"I wasn't aware of that when I arrived, but I have been hearing that quite a bit. I even had an officer stop at my cabin this morning," I replied.

We talked briefly about the city and other fun spots and soon they were excusing themselves. They ordered me another margarita, insisting against my decline, and said that it was nice to meet me. I concurred and waved them goodbye.

I finished what was left of my margarita and knew I was starting to get buzzed. I didn't need another drink, but I thought nine more days, maybe this one would go by a little easier. My next drink arrived and I said thank you. I was sitting by myself again, but being liquored up I felt more relaxed. My phone jingled again.

"Finish your drink and go outside of the pub. A man will be sitting on a bench, wearing a suit and tie. Ask him for a cigarette and walk into the gift shop across the street. Browse the shop and try to find something to take home to remind you of your stay here." 

I sat quietly drinking my drink catching compliments from men coming and going from the pub. When I finished, I approached the bartender and tipped her generously with a smile. I walked out of the pub and noticed two benches. No one was there and I stood for a moment, looking across the street noticing the gift shop. Then from around the corner walked a man in a suit and tie. I watched him. He was absolutely gorgeous. Or was I just drunk? He sat at the bench nearest to me and pulled a cigarette pack from his jacket. I walked up to him and asked if he could spare one. 

He extended his hand with a cigarette. I thanked him and took the cigarette, putting it to my lips not knowing what I was doing. I am not a smoker and didn't realize him holding a flame out for me. I leaned in, feeling that he could see down my blouse, but I didn't care. I managed to get the cigarette lit without coughing up a storm. I puffed at it almost naturally, accidentally inhaling. I was started to get a little light headed and held the cigarette down to my side.

I thanked the man again and walked across the street to the gift shop. I extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray outside of the shop and walked in. I browsed for a while, finding nothing that caught my attention. Nothing was going to remind me of my stay here more than what was being recorded in my own mind.

I exited the shop and my phone jingled again. 

"Go back to the cabin and freshen up. You smell like cigarettes."

I walked back to my vehicle and entered it. I hoped I could drive okay. I have never operated a vehicle under the influence of alcohol. The drive was short and I managed okay. Climbing the mountain was frightening, thinking I could unintentionally drive off the edge into a deep ravine. I pulled up the drive and parked and made my way up the long flight of stairs and entered the cabin. I went downstairs to the bathroom and washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I thought I could smell cigarette smoke still and sprayed body mist over me.

I figured I had rid myself of the cigarette smell and went to the bedroom to take off my boots. Again I found a gift box on the bed. Decorated in the same red paper, silver ribbon, and a smiley face sticker, I opened it. Inside was a pair of fuchsia lace up platform sandals and a fuchsia strappy lace bra and tanga shorts. Knowing what needed to be done eventually, I just put the sexy lingerie on.

Before going upstairs I looked at myself in the mirror. The fuchsia complimented my freshly darkened skin. I felt sexy, but the way the day had progressed, I was also feeling uneasy. For a moment I contemplated on whether to go upstairs or not. I was afraid. I was afraid if I went upstairs I would receive a new set of instructions. I was afraid it wouldn't be long before someone arrived and I would be the subject of intrusion.

As much as I fought myself from walking up the stairs, I couldn't stop myself. My body was seemingly moving involuntarily. The instructions to not prolong the situation and knowing after tonight I would only have to face eight more days acted as combined forces on my behavior. Triggered in my mind by confusion was the long lived philosophical debate of free will versus determinism. Was I making my way upstairs against my will or was I actually moving willingly, driven by fear and by wanting this dilemma to be over?

I reached the top of the staircase and examined the cabin. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I began to relax and opened the exterior access door, letting the storm door allow fresh air into the cabin. It was warm, but as lightly dressed as I was, I was more than comfortable in the diminishing evening heat. Looking out the storm door was a striking view following the wrap around deck to the tall curving concrete stairway built into the side of the mountain. As stunning as it was, I couldn't repress the thoughts of looking at this and seeing the path to hell.

As I walked away from the door and into the living area, I thought I heard a soft knocking on the door. I turned around and looked at the door. I couldn't see anything and slowly walked towards the door. Getting closer, I was still unable to see if someone or something could have caused the noise. I stood in front of the door now and looked out and down the stairway; nothing. My mind must have been playing tricks on me. 

I tried to shake my nerves and walked to the refrigerator. I was hungry and wanted a snack. I remembered yogurt in the fridge and that sounded good to me. I opened the refrigerator door and saw beers neatly arranged inside that were not there before. I stood in frustration knowing just how they had gotten there and figured they had been put in there while I was away. I reached for a container of yogurt and was heeded by a forceful hand wrapping around my mouth and another around my waist. I was pulled close against the intruder's body.

"Hello Rebecca," the voice said.

I recognized the voice. I had heard it before and it still sent shards of fear piercing through my body. Muffled screams beneath his hand were loud and clear in my mind, but no one was going to hear my cries for help as I tried to shake free from his grasp. Franklin Rogers was here to show himself again. 

"Easy Rebecca, you can make this real easy or you can make this real hard," he said as instinct caused me to attempt to break free as I watched the refrigerator door slowly draw closed. 

I tried to squirm free, my legs writhing in all directions. My feet hit the ground and the hand was released from my face. With the limited breath I still had, I screamed for help while a forceful shove sent my head pummeling towards the door of the fridge. I turned my head slightly not wanting to make the impact with my face. My head hit the door and my vision casted darkness, my knees were giving out. I was losing consciousness. 

When I came to, I couldn't see clearly. My head hurt and I wanted to massage my forehead, but my hands would not move. I could feel the gag preventing me from talking. I dropped my head in defeat, squinting repeatedly to correct my vision. I looked down and could clearly see my feet were restrained by rope. I felt the coolness of the night's breeze. I was stripped of the fuchsia lingerie. I was helpless.

I heard the shutter of a camera flash and looked up. Franklin was capturing my vulnerable state, but he was not the only one in the room. There were three other men in the room. I looked at them more closely and saw Jim and Randy, the men I was instructed to introduce myself to at the bar, and the stranger I had asked for a cigarette from. Tears of devastation welled in my eyes. None of them had the friendly disposition I had noticed earlier. Now they looked just as evil as Franklin. Jim and Randy laughed together drinking beers and the cigarette man stood tall, exhaling a cloud of smoke above him. 

"She's all your guys," Franklin said.

The tall man smoking extinguished his cigarette and walked towards me. He stood over me examining my body. His reached his hand towards my face, causing me to turn away from him. I blinked and tears trickled down my cheeks. The back of his hand stroked my cheek making me whine behind the gag over my mouth. He gripped my face with his palm under my chin, directing my stare forward and up to meet his eyes. The sight of him made me clench my teeth together. I could feel the grinding pressure I was exerting. 

He continued to caress my face telling me I was absolutely beautiful. His compliments were not accepted, but rather ignored. His hand drifted to my breasts, tweaking my nipples first, then cupping and squeezing them one at a time. 

"Such fine little tits you have, Rebecca," he said releasing the gag from over my mouth. "You better not scream or this could get a lot worse."

I didn't scream. I didn't want to find out what a lot worse could be. I had already been knocked unconscious and my head was still pounding. I gasped taking deep breaths as he removed the gag, pulling his cock from his trousers. Again I turned my head but he redirected me, forcing my face back towards his cock. He wrapped his hand around his flaccid penis and began to rub it over my cheeks. I could feel him getting harder using my face for his satisfaction. Soon his crank was fully erect and he was rubbing the underside of his swollen head on my lips. 

"Open your mouth," he said. And as I did he ran the side of his prick between my opened lips. "You're going to suck my dick aren't you Rebecca?" Asking rhetorically, not expecting an answer, he shoved the tip of his cock into my mouth. I wanted to bite him so bad, but I only imagined the possible consequences and stopped myself. He pushed more of his shaft into my mouth stretching my jaws open more. 

He proceeded to slowly pierce my face and I despised it. He was growing even larger as he reached behind my head and pushed my mouth down on his cock. He seemed quite large and I could feel my teeth slightly scraping the thickness of his cock. He forced every inch of his manhood into my mouth, his short pubic hair brushing under my nose. I could not stand having this man's meat rod in my mouth, I was utterly dissatisfied. 

Franklin began taking numerous pictures and I heard the sound of beer bottles clang on the counter top. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jim and Randy approaching me. They began to untie the ropes binding my hands and feet. The smoker continued to thrust his cock into my mouth and as much as I hated it, hormones started to consume me. I was free of the binding ropes and I immediately reached my hand up pulling the smoker's cock from my mouth and began stroking it. 

Regardless of my disturbed psychological state, I felt at ease and slowly lowered myself from the chair squatting in my platform sandals in front of the man whose cock I yanked in my hand. Jim and Randy circled around me. I took the smoker, whose name I never found out so I will call him Mike, and rubbed my hands over the covered members of Jim and Randy. The feeling was asphyxiating. My mindset had me in control and all I wanted to do was hurry the process along. The faster I could make these men cum, the sooner this would be over.

Randy and Jim were now releasing themselves of their restrictive environments and were pleading me for the oral pleasure. Between the three of them I lost control and was deliberately giving them the best pleasure I was capable of, but none of them were finishing as quickly as I was hoping for. The three backed away momentarily to guide me to my feet and directed me to the leather couch. 

Mike, the smoker, seated himself of the couch and Jim directed me to straddle him. Mike held his meat in his hand and guided it to my moistened hole. I was leery with Mike not being protected. At least I knew Franklin used a condom when he used me. The risks of unprotected sex raced through my mind, but I couldn't say anything. I wanted to, but I couldn't speak. Reluctantly I allowed his cock to penetrate my opening and Jim knelt behind me licking my asshole. All the while, Randy proceeded to sit on the arm of the couch ordering me to stroke him. My emotions were teetering between disgust and an enthusiasm for being in control. Obviously, I was not in control, but I was in a position to submit to these men and hasten their climaxes. That was control enough for me at that moment.

My pussy raised and lowered, stuffed with Mike's cock. Jim continued to manipulate my anus with his tongue and Randy had moved closer, filling my mouth with his member. Mike wrapped his hands around my ass and held me motionless as I felt Jim's rod push against my little asshole. With a slow yet aggressive thrust, Jim's cock punctured my asshole. The action was so painful I thought I heard his cock force open my ass.

I could feel Jim trying to force inch by inch into my ass. Having my pussy full and a cock invading my ass simultaneously made me shriek in pain. Randy's cock fell from my mouth and I grabbed it, squeezing it as if it were going to reduce the pain I was in. Jim was finally deep inside me and I could feel his balls resting on my taint. The two inside me began to alternate their penetrating movements. I felt as if my petite body was being torn apart. I continued with shrills of pain as their movements became more of a unison motion. Continuously pounding in and out of me, I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. 

The flashes of Franklin's camera capturing images of me being taken by these three men ceased after some time. I could not shake the upset feeling in my stomach and soon Jim was groaning and releasing his sticky seed into my ass. He pulled away and Mike violently penetrated my pussy with his strong cock. With every thrust of full penetration I could feel Jim's warm semen slowly dripping out of my ass as the tip of Mike's cock was thumping against my cervix over and over. 

Randy forced his cock back into my mouths and I forced myself to accept him and worked to take him to completion. It wasn't long. With my mouth wrapped around him, he pulled most of his cock from my mouth, leaving just the head inside and started to pull his crank. I knew he was going to cum and prepared for a quick swallow so I wouldn't have to taste his semen too much. He grunted as a strand of thick semen splashed against my tonsils, leaving his cock pulsating and the rest of his semen dribbling out of him directly onto my tongue. I sucked the tip of his cock forcing it from my mouth and swallowed.

Mike stopped his thrusting and held me tight, his cock deep inside resting directly on my cervix. He rocked me back and forth and I could feel the tip of his cock moving back and forth on my cervix.

"Are you going to cum," I asked.

He didn't answer. Clenching his eyes and making sounds I could only realize were that of an ensuing climax, I began to slam my closed fists against his chest.

"No, don't cum in my pussy," I shouted. "Don't!" I continued to plead and tried to get off of him, but he was holding me tight. I could not budge.

Tears began to fill my eyes again; I didn't want him to cum in my pussy. He released a deep sigh of relaxation and I knew he was emptying his load into me. His cock was pressed firmly against my cervix. Even after it was too late, I continued to beg him not to.

He pushed me to the side off of him and got up. He went directly to getting dressed, following suit of Jim and Randy. I moved down to the floor and squatted trying to release his semen from inside of me. I was weeping with tears steadily falling from my face. I fingered inside of me trying to expel the remnants of Mike's fluid from me, but nothing was coming out. It was as if my cervix opened up, inviting the potential swimmers in and never releasing them. I broke down crying, watching the men leaving laughing at what they had done to me. 

The door slammed shut and I could hear the men laughing and making jokes as they made their way down the stairway. I continued crying and tried to pull semen from my pussy. A pound on the door startled me. I just continued to weep. I had no intention of opening the door. 




We've Been Watching You Ch. 03



A minute had passed and another knock on the door went unacknowledged. Unexpectedly I heard the door open and footsteps approached me.

"Ma'am," A man asked? "Ma'am, is everything okay here?"

I looked up at the man. It was the police officer from earlier. I just looked at him with tears falling from my eyes.

"Ma'am, say something please. We're you a victim of the "Smiling Rapists?" 

I simply looked at him again and cried more.

"Did you cum Ma'am," he asked.

My tears suddenly stopped and couldn't believe the question he had asked. I looked at him again. Now he was knelt down beside me.

"Did you have an orgasm ma'am," he asked placing the back of his hand against my naked flesh?

His hand smoothly moved against my body and I knew instantly that he was the man who was standing in the doorway of my bedroom last night. This was the man who had brought me to an explosive orgasm with his skilled tongue. 

"Are you one of them," I asked.

He lifted me off of the floor and placed me on the couch where I had just been used by three men. The place felt disgusting, but as he lowered me onto the couch kneeling in front of me and spreading my legs apart, I gave in. I was in hell. His hands rested on the inside of my thighs as his face drifted towards my inseminated pussy. His hands moved around and up my thighs continuing until his hands found my breast which he fondled as he skillfully used his mouth on my pussy. 

The man was gentle. His actions were against my wishes, but he was pleasing me. I was beginning to get wet and he pierced my opening with his tongue. He was bringing me so close to an orgasm; I didn't want him to stop. 

"Did you cum ma'am," he asked again. 

"No," I whispered.

He stood and began removing his clothing. His body was muscular and his cock dangled flaccid inches away from his body. I got on my knees and took him into my mouth. He grew slowly as I worked my hand and mouth around him. I began sucking him feverishly. I could feel wetness draining from my pussy and stopped to look. Finally, Mike's semen was falling out of me.

I worked my mouth again and soon he was fully erect. I estimate his cock was at least nine inches in length and had the girth of a door knob. I stroked him looking him in the eyes, begging him silently to filmy pussy with is large hammer. He pulled me up to him and leaned over passionately kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and he lifted me up to him. He held me with one hand as he used the other to place himself at my vaginal opening. He slowly lowered me onto his thickness, allowing only an inch to break in me. He held me there motionless and kissed my neck. For what seemed five minutes he allowed no further penetration. 

He looked deep into my eyes, resting one hand at the small of my back and the other under the roundness of my buttocks. 

"Please," I moaned quietly, relaxing and falling into his casual hold.

As suddenly as I relaxed, he loosened his hold and my back arched as if he were dipping me. His entire cock thrust inside me stretching more than I have felt the entire stay here and I exploded into a series of shock waving orgasms.

"Oh yes," I screamed! "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big fat cock!"

His cock thrust in and out of me sending rushes of warmth through my body. I felt as if I were in heat. 

"Oh, your pussy feels so good," he said pulling me back close to him. 

I could only moan as his engorged stem filled me. I was thrilled by the way this man used me. My pussy was soaking wet with the fresh juice of my orgasm. He pressed me against the wall and he pounded into me more aggressively. Wetness splashed between our love tools making sloshing noises every time he pressed his full length into me. 

I screamed in ecstasy and soon was shaking through another orgasm. His breathing intensified and continued to rob my womanhood with his stiff cock. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me. Please fuck me. You're fucking me so good. Oh yes," his cock continued to thrust in and out of me. He never stopped fucking me as we slowly made our way to the couch. He laid me down and softened and slowed his thrusts. He still went deep. He pulled out just before his cock fell out of me and dove back in. 

"Oh god, I can't hold it back any more," he warned me.

"I want you to cum inside me! My kitty wants some milk. Feed my kitty. I want to feel your hot cock juice inside me. Yes, yes, yes!"

My hips thrust toward shim meeting his every movement and soon he was firing his load deep into me. I could feel the heat of his seed fill me up. He continued to thrust and never went limp. Cum drained from my insides and he pounded me again. I was almost ready to pass out. I had never been fucked so well. My body had reached a feverish temperature; I could feel my skin burning.

He leaned in close and kissed me as he continued to drive his dick deep into me. He kissed me passionately and I returned my kisses willingly. He buried his face into my chest as his cock lay buried deep into me. I felt his cock throbbing and accepted his second organs into my baby maker. He kissed me gently and slowly, collapsing into me. 

I didn't say a word to him. I was exhausted and I could sense he was too. He soon lifted me up, never pulling his cock out of me and carried me downstairs to the bedroom. He lowered us onto the bed together and spooned closely to me, his cock still inside of me. I wished this man could get me out of here. I closed my eyes wishing this could be possible and soon fell asleep easily in his arms.

When I woke up the next morning he was gone. The only evidence he was even here was another smiley face sticker stuck to my butt cheek. As I peeled it off, I heard the jingle of my cell phone. I didn't want to read the message, but I knew I had to. 

"You have to leave early. I'm sorry; I hope you enjoyed your stay. Leave the key on the kitchen counter."

I did not hesitate. I packed as quickly as I could, not forgetting the gifts that had been given to me. When I got into my vehicle, I looked one last time at the gorgeous view. It was still hell. I drove away never looking back. 

I returned home and enjoyed the 4th of July with my husband and family. For four days straight I had no encounters regarding the "Smiling Rapists." That did not last forever though. Randomly throughout the month of July I was raped. Thankfully these events never occurred when my daughter or husband were around. I was constantly reminded of the deadly potential of the group and I never prolonged the situations I was inseminated numerous times, but never saw the police officer again.

It's been three months now since my last attack and thankfully have never missed a period. Kenny has asked me if I wanted to vacation at the Rock Creek Cabins to treat me to a romantic getaway. Well, after what I experienced, I think my answer should be obvious.



We've Been Watching You



I continued to pout and tears continued down my cheeks. The man still held my dress above my pierced belly and I felt cold steel on my right hip. I glided slowly around the adjustable side of my thong before maneuvering underneath it. The cold object pulled the side of my thong away from my skin, cutting my thong loose, slowly falling down my legs, baring my pussy to this empty world I felt surrounding me. I heard what I was thought a knife close and the man pushed into his pocket before pushing me towards the French doors and forcing me to my knees. 

I caught myself with my hands on the floor. I did not move after falling in a mere doggy style position, except to turn my head looking behind me. It was the man from the museum, but he was dressed in an upper class business suit, similar to the men standing outside the doors staring down on me. My dress was still raised and the man came from behind me and pushed it higher onto my back.

"Perfect, I suggest you don't move," he said. 

I heard a camera taking pictures and I noticed the men smiling above me. I sensed from their view they would be smiling at the sight of my petite waist stemming towards my pear shaped ass. The shuttering of the camera ceased and I felt a cold gel dribble against my pussy lips. The warm hand, obviously from yesterdays harasser smoothed the gel around and proceeded to apply spinning pressure against my clit. 

"No, don't do this," I begged. "What do you want from me?"

Just then the man plunged inside my pussy with a finger, pushing it deep and spinning it around the walls of my opening. I wanted him to stop, but he would not. Cries built up inside me, never to be released as he worked up to using two fingers to invade my hole. My heart still beat with fear, but I couldn't believe my heart was also staring to beat out of pleasure. His fingers forcefully dove inside and pulled out. The entire time I pleaded for him to stop, but even with the lubricant gel, I knew he could notice my own wetness gathering inside me from this forceful assault of my body. 

His fingers retracted from my now burning pussy which was immediately filled by his cock protected by a condom. His pole was not extraordinarily large, but I still gasped as he punished my hole. Tears fell from my eyes as I begged for him to stop, but he only drove his cock harder and deeper into me. His cock plowed into me with such force I began sliding towards the French doors. My knees burned and ached against the hardwood floors and I pressed a hand against the glass of the French door keeping myself stationary. 

My nipples were now erect and pushing against the fabric of my dress. I pouted for him to stop, but his thrusting only diminished to allow the full length and girth of his cock to repeatedly appreciate the pleasure that my hungry kitty offered him.

His cock thrusting increased again and he was now holding me at my sides pushing his meat deeper and deeper inside of me. I didn't realize it at first but I released a moan of pleasure, and then again. Soon, I was biting my cheek, attempting to hide the regretful moans of my climax. Even though I did not make a sound, this man, Franklin Rogers, released pleasurable moans of his own. He was not climaxing, but rather acknowledging my gushing orgasm. I pouted more as he drilled my pussy into a sense of ecstasy. My body felt wonderful, but my mind was being tortured.

Soon he pulled his beefy stem from my exhausted hole and spanked my bottom, making a snapping noise echo throughout the cabin. Without hesitation or warning, Franklin pushed his stick into my virgin ass. I screamed aloud as his cock ripped into my forbidden tunnel which has never been violated before. Tears fell from my eyes and screams filled the cabin as he abused my once tight puckered. He cheered himself on as I cried and dropped my head to the floor. I just wanted it to be over. I was in indescribable pain. I had to push him over the edge.

"Oh yeah! Franklin, yes! Fuck my ass. Stretch my tight little ass with your hard cock. Yes, yes yes," I begged in desperation.

This nightmare was almost over. "Oh, Oh, I'm gonna cum Rebecca. Oh I'm gonna cum," he said pulling out ordering me to turn around and pulling me by my hair up on my knees.

He ripped the condom from his swollen shaft and stroked it feverishly towards my face. I closed my eyes and tightened my lips as streams of burning hot semen splashed against my face. Finally it was over.

Franklin composed himself and provided me with information. "You asked what we wanted from you earlier, did you not?" I shook my head in agreement. "What we want from you cannot be particularly determined at this time. All I can say is that for the remaining 10 days, we will contact you when necessary. You are not to mention my name or this event, nor further names or events to anyone. We have unthinkable resources and we will use them. We do have the potential to eliminate any person necessary."

He handed me a key and told me I was not to leave Bryson City and to stay here for the next four days and enjoy myself, but not to be surprised for random intrusions. He concluded that text messages with instructions would be sent and were to be adamantly followed or consequences would follow.

He walked out the front door and the two men followed, moving along the wrap around deck. I broke down crying wondering what kind of hell I had fallen into.