THE VAN: Part Two

The shack was an old, abandoned cabin that had formerly been used by hunters stalking deer in the forest. For the past nine years, since the deer were transferred to a wildlife park, the little timber building had lain empty and forgotten. Even the trail that led to it from the highway was rutted and overgrown. Nobody ever went there, and neither the shack nor the trail now featured on any map.

The shack had only a couple of rooms, one slightly larger than the other, linked by a partition with an old door providing access between the two. Into the larger room Douglas carried the kidnapped girl, holding her tenderly in his arms, like a doting father taking a beloved daughter on a picnic in the woods. The girl struggled wildly, wriggling like a kitten, shaking her head so violently that her blonde ponytail lashed her captor's grinning face. She continued to writhe and squirm after Douglas placed her carefully on the dusty wooden floor. Her bright blue eyes blinked in terror, and her mouth sucked in choking desperation on the gag that muffled her whimpers.

Douglas knelt beside her for a while, feasting his lecherous gaze on her slender body and admiring the shape of her breasts. One delicious boob wobbled freely in the ragged shreds of a torn bra-cup, and Douglas reached out to touch the exposed nipple. The captive screamed helplessly through the gag, twisting her torso away from the groping hand until Douglas forced her to lie flat on her back. There she lay sobbing pitifully, trying to protect her bosom with her handcuffed arms while the cuffs around her ankles rattled on the floor as her legs shivered uncontrollably.

Another stifled yell surged in her throat when Douglas moved his hand down her body to feel the smooth texture of her bare skin. Teardrops trickled from her eyes, and her nostrils were moist and red as she wept hysterically. Huge sobs welled behind the gag when Douglas trailed his fingers across the front of her underwear to explore the outlined shape of her vagina. He smiled at the softness of her panties, before glancing up to where Pete was fixing a chain to a beam in the ceiling.

"Dark blue cotton," Douglas observed, pointing to the woman's underwear. "Same color as that car you bought last year."

"Very nice!" Pete replied, chuckling as he patted his portly belly. Like Douglas, he was big and obese, a fifty-something slob whose ugliness made him repellant to any female who got too near.

"Is the chain ready?" Douglas asked eagerly, wiping sweat from his bald head. "Are the whips still in the van? I'm desperate to begin the torture."

"Everything is prepared. Haul the bitch into position."

Douglas grabbed the girl by her ponytail and dragged her upright, forcing her to scrabble frantically to her feet despite the restraints on her wrists and ankles. Her efforts to stand brought raucous laughter from her abductors, both of whom towered over her like monsters. Amid their mirth they raised her handcuffed wrists high above her head before looping them onto a hook at the end of the dangling chain. A few adjustments by Pete left the terrified blonde suspended so tautly that her tiptoes barely touched the floor. Her slim body was so stretched that she could hardly breathe. Panic seized her and she felt certain that she would suffocate. Again the two fat sadists laughed at her distress, though their eyes lingered on the rapid heaving of her succulent tits.

Pete took a small knife from his belt and sliced away the remnants of her bra. Then, while she hung helplessly from the chain, her smirking abusers ran their hands all over her skin. They cupped her perky breasts, feeling the weight of those meaty orbs before squeezing them so cruelly that she almost fainted. With rough thumbs her delicate pink nipples were pinched and pulled until the sensitive teats were red and sore. Through the stretchy blue fabric of her panties her pert young bottom was brutally slapped. At the front, fingers groped inside her panty-crotch to molest her womanhood.

Her sensual bucking and twisting intensified her captors' arousal. Both men displayed huge erections as grotesque bulges in their pants. Pete was the first to unzip, releasing his throbbing tool before jabbing it against the captive's hip. Then he stepped in front of her, looming like a beast from her childhood nightmares. To her horror and disgust, the vile creature bent his head to kiss her. Though she thrashed madly in an attempt to avoid his slobbering mouth, he planted dozens of tiny kisses all over her face, neck and ears.

"You're beautiful!" he informed her. "Like a blonde angel. It seems almost blasphemous to strip you and whip you, to rape you, to sodomize you, and to torture your lovely young body. But it must be done."

"Yes, it must be done," Douglas echoed, as he knelt behind the dangling prey. Placing his hands on her hips, he pressed his face against her backside to nuzzle her rear cleft through the blue bikini panties. His saliva stained the material as his tongue slavered up and down the narrow groove of cotton. The victim kept her buttocks tightly clenched, trying to defy his intrusive licks while whimpering in disgust at the things he was doing.

After a while, Douglas hauled her underwear down her legs, but the cuffs on her ankles meant that the panties could not be removed. This posed no real problem, the main objective being to expose her ass for a flogging. Standing up, Douglas walked into the smaller room to select a suitable implement. He chose a six-foot length of flexible rubber, like the black casing for a cable. This long tube had a diameter of one inch and could be coiled neatly. When unravelled and lightly flicked, it made a fearsome hissing sound that Douglas and his buddy loved to hear.

Upon his return to the room, Douglas saw Pete standing close to the suspended blonde with his big hands roaming over her bare buttocks. The unmistakable back-and-forth movement of Pete's flabby abdomen made Douglas smile as he walked over to stand a few paces behind the naked girl.

"How does it feel?" he inquired.

"Her cunt clasps my dick so tightly!" Pete grunted, as he licked the weeping woman's painfully-stretched arms. "Every thrust is a real delight. I feel privileged to fuck such a sexy babe."

"Her pussy will tighten up nicely after a whipping," Douglas remarked, as he flexed the full length of the thin rubber tube.

Pete inhaled deeply in excited anticipation as he heard the familiar hiss of the whip. Like a dark snake it came whistling through the air to strike hard across the middle of the captive's back. The force of the stroke, coupled with the shock, made her eyes bulge in their sockets as she squealed into the gag. The whip left her shuddering in pain, but it also streaked a scarlet line over her skin.

"Awesome!" Pete growled triumphantly, as he continued to leisurely ravish the girl. "Her cunt squeezed my erection so tightly when you whipped her. Give her some more, Dougie, and lay a few strokes on her cute little butt."

The flogging resumed with merciless enthusiasm. Douglas scourged the naked victim until her back, buttocks and thighs were criss-crossed by painful red stripes. Twenty-six brutal lashes seared across her defenseless body before Pete ejaculated violently inside her cunt. His immense boner pumped her ravaged vagina so aggressively that she lost consciousness, but that did not make him stop. Only when every drop of jizz had squirted from his cock did he withdraw the glistening organ from her flesh. Douglas, however, was relishing the image of a severely-whipped female body. Long after the woman fainted, he continued to lash her with the rubber tube, halting only when his burly arm grew weak from exertion.

"Forty-three!" he gasped wearily, counting the final stroke aloud as he slumped against the wall. "Hell, I need a cold drink after all this hard labor."

"Me too!" said Pete, kicking off his pants and unbuttoning his shirt. Soon he stood completely undressed, with his clothes in a pile on the floor and a renewed erection bobbing between his chubby thighs. Humming a tune to himself, he walked naked into the adjacent room. His bloated, blubbery shape reappeared with a couple of beers. "Here, Dougie," he added. "Sup this bottle quickly, then strip off. It's time we got down to some serious fun with this horny little babe."

"Okay, buddy," said Douglas. "Here's to a long night of debauchery. Cheers!"

"I'll drink to that!" Pete replied.

END OF PART TWO

� 2004 Brendan X

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