F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

Firmly, she set her glass down, rose and said, "But that's not for me! I'm still married to S-Stan… and as long as I am… I'll never do that!"

Harry Williams was on his feet, instantly; he was furious, his green eyes blazed, as he ground out, "You stupid, little bitch! I'm offering you a way of getting even… but whether you like it or not… I'm going to take out mine with you! No son-of-a-bitch can take what's mine… and not have to pay for it! Remember… that's my wife… lying out there, under your husband… while he fucks her silly!"

Lois was genuinely frightened. Her face drained of color, and she turned to stumble toward the door of the trailer, a strangled, "No-No! Oh, God, no!" coming from deep in her being.

Suddenly, swiftly, Harry took her into his brawny arms, capturing her mouth with his own, his lips engulfing hers, completely and his moist, hot tongue snaked out to lash between her lips and teeth to kiss her deeply.

She resisted, attempting to turn her head aside and setting her jaw, but he brought his hand up to her face, his strong fingers pressing, cruelly, into her jaw muscles to force her mouth open. His tongue thrust in, hungrily, to probe and taste.

Disgust and revulsion rose in her, now, at the vile, intimately personal contact, and she struggled to escape from his encircling arms. It was futile. He was too big… too strong. He held her close, his hot hands moving, restlessly over the smooth female curves of her body, kneading and massaging the full-mounded protuberances of her buttocks, his great strength forcing her loins tight up against his, where the throbbing bulge of his erect penis pressed hard into her soft flesh. There could be no doubt about what he wanted…!

Pulling her face away from his voracious lips, finally, with tremendous effort and struggling to escape from his imprisoning arms with all her lithe strength, she grated, harshly, "Let me g-go! I–I'll never go to… b-bed… with you… damn you!"

"So! You're going to be a little tigress eh? Well… that's just the way I like them wild… and hot!"

"Y-You're trying… t-to force m-me and that's rape!" Lois accused.

"You can call it that… if you want to… but you're going to get fucked… and you'll love every minute of it!" the big man chortled, lewdly. "As a matter of fact… you'll be begging me to fuck you!"

"I'll scream! I'll call for h-help!" she threatened.

"If you let out one little peep… I'll clobber you!" Harry countered, showing her his huge fist.

She groaned in her futility, the sound coming from the very depths of her soul. She was trapped… and there was nothing she could do to escape this huge man, who was bent on a sadistic revenge. She slumped, weakly, against him, conscious that her own body was entrapping her, also, to keep her here. His penis pulsed against the softness of her belly, warmly… and unwanted, salacious sensations began to spark in her. It was all so confusing. She wanted to maintain her moral standards on the one hand… but the lubricious demands of her body were trying to gain the upper hand. It would be so easy to cave in… let her resolve go hang… and let happen what may… Maybe it'd serve Stan right… to let him know that I'd evened the score by… by letting Vivian's husband… f-fuck m-me! Her mind wandered to the sex scene she had heard and witnessed, accidentally, and she knew it could happen… Her thoughts had been so confused… but she distinctly recalled how she had wished, fervently, at that moment… that she could have been that girl on the sleeping bag… taking that bearded man's cock deep into her pulsing cunt… It could happen… even to her! Should she let it happen… or should she struggle against it? Oh, God! I–I don't think I could d-do it… and be able to live with myself… afterward!

When she relaxed her body against him, Harry Williams thought she had given up… that she was going to go along with his idea of getting even… and he misinterpreted her moan of anguish as one of intense feeling.

"You won't be sorry…" he crooned into her ear, walking her backward toward the big, double bunk at the rear of the trailer, kissing her, now, on her neck, his tongue laving the smooth, young skin, moistly, then moving up to poke into her ear, the tip of it running around the edges, tantalizingly. She couldn't help the little erotic shiver that shuddered through her body.

Pushing her down onto the built-in bed, he leered down at her and hissed, "You're a luscious, little thing… cute as a bug's ear… and twice as sexy!" He stretched his bulky body out on the bunk beside her, his hand roaming down across her flat belly, on down the outside of her lovely, tapering thigh, to the hem of her dress, then back up the smooth, warm flesh of the inside of her trembling thighs to the acute angle between them, pulling the dress up, at the same time, to expose the satiny white expanse of her flesh above her stockings.

Lustfully, he gazed down at her loins, as his hand kneaded her pubic mound through her sheer panties. He grinned his satisfaction and wormed a finger under the leg-band to insert it, smoothly, into the top of her quivering cuntal slit, then searched for and found the tiny bud of her clitoris, hidden in its protected valley. With gentle fingers, he rubbed at it and felt it surge to alert erection under his teasing manipulation. He knew the effect it would have on her. It was the seat of her sensuality he taunted.

Lois felt the erotic thrill of his touch, but she cringed, inwardly, as she continued her unproductive debate with herself. Of one thing she was sure: She didn't want him to go any further, God! Why have I let him get this far? This is insane…!

"Oh, please… Harry! Don't do-do that! I can't let you go through with it!" she moaned, as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart. His hand was tugging at the thin, nylon crotch of her panties… the only protection there was for her defensively cringing vaginal opening.

"It's too late… baby doll!" Harry laughed.

Twisting his hand into the wisp of nylon, he gave a hard yank and tore the crotchband asunder, the material ripping, loudly leaving her young, tender cunt naked and defenseless. Her body trembled with the outrage.

"No! Oh, God! No!" she cried aloud, clenching her thighs tightly together, and a hand went down, instinctively, to cover her exposed shame.

"Take your hand away… and open those thighs!" he ordered. "… Or do you want me to get tough with you…?"

"Y-You wouldn't dare… hit me!" she challenged.

Wild fury was in Harry's eyes. He shook his fist in front of her face. "Don't try me!" he threatened.

Disgust for herself, fear of Harry… and that need she tried to deny worked to defeat her. Slowly, she relaxed the quivering muscles of her thighs, allowing the alabaster-white, tapering columns to splay out, slightly, revealing the coral-pink furrow glistening moistly there, a sparse ring of golden, blonde hair accenting the loveliness of the spectacle displayed to his lewdly staring eyes, and he could see the soft pink of her inner petals, bedewed with viscous moisture, peeping out, almost shyly. Above, her clitoris pulsated, wildly, in its only half-hidden valley.

… Then, it began for her!

She didn't want it… and she was helpless to stop it! Erotically, she felt his finger tracing the thin, pink slit of her pulsing, naked cunt, and she shivered with abhorrence, trying to squirm away from it. Then, he insinuated his finger into her cuntal passage, and there was a moment of salaciously prurient agitation… of warm need… and a strange, masochistic desire… of wanting it to go on, debasing her, humiliating her, beyond reason. She couldn't have explained it. It was just there… keening in her body-mind, as he shoved that tantalizing finger deeper inside her warm, moistly tremulant cunt.