John Friday: Raped and kidnapped brides

It clenched wringing tight in defense against intrusion. That was all that she could do. She cried out. He was kissing her ass and wiggling his tongue around the rim. Her lithe body bucked and thrashed, creaking the ropes that bound her for pleasure. Not just his, but for all three of them.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the crumpled veil that had fallen beneath her head. They gleamed in the fine mesh like bright little jewels. Her hair tossed in silver waves as he stimulated the tender nerves of her ass.

His tongue probed deftly, hooking and swirling within her wringing ass sheath. It sparked cringing fear and shocking tingles of perverted delight.

Colette's body felt chilled and simmering hot at the same time. Jesse had a hand beneath her, his middle finger in her pussy. She gasped joyously and fucked up and down on it, writhing around to increase her pleasure.

That also increased the annoying delights that his thrusting tongue shot into her ass. She gasped frantically for breath, loving and hating his touch at the same time. Jesse circled her cunt and speared his wet tongue into her ass.

"Aaaggghhh!" she cried.

He pushed finger and tongue both deep inside, straining as though to touch them together. Heated shocks of lewd pleasure blazed between them, spreading out to reach her bound fingers and toes.

Colette sobbed and bucked her hips. She was cumming again despite all her fears. Clinging contractions pulsed on his finger. Her ass writhed even more lewdly, squeezing his thrusting tongue. She cried out, her body tense and shivering in rapture.

As her soaring passions neared their peak, Jesse edged forward and pressed his cockhead against the moist rim of her ass. The clenched ring of puckered flesh squirmed as he pushed in. Her lewd wailing grew louder. Even the two security guards could hear her as they passed twenty yards from the cottage.

"Sounds like that one is getting just what she wants," the taller guard said.

"Yeah, it sure does. How many miles of cock do you think we've heard fucked in during all the years we've worked here?" his partner asked.

"I don't know, but if the guys had all been laying pipe, I'll bet the line would reach to Alaska by now."

"I'd sure like to lay a little in that strawberry blonde!"

"So would I! Did you see her tits?"

"How could I miss? They were hanging half out of her wedding gown."

Colette was screaming, "Fuck me, you bastard! Rape my ass and make me cum!"

Jesse obliged her, ramming his cock deep, his scruffy mat of cock-hair chafing her delicate asscheeks.

"Oooh, God! I love it! My asshole is cumming and my pussy is too!"

"Just wait until two of us fuck your ass and pussy at the same time," Jesse said.

The two guards looked strangely at each other and walked on. "Now that is the wildest thing I ever heard!" one said.

"Yeah, what a honeymoon!"

The honeymoon cottages at Mirror Lake were a hundred yards apart, each secluded in a clump of trees. They looked like ornate little gingerbread houses.

Cole stopped the car beside the one reserved for Colette and her new husband. Seeing it increased her anguished feelings of distress. It seemed bitterly ironic that she was soon to be ravaged in the very bed where she was to have spent her wedding night with her adoring husband.

Jesse had forced her to suck his cock off three times on their way to the lake. Three times, and his prick was getting hard again already! She wondered if he would ever tire.

Dawn was in a state of shock. Her mind simply refused to believe this could be happening. She'd hardly been aware of Frank opening the back of her wedding gown and pulling off her bra so that he could suck her luscious big tits while fingering her pussyhole.

And she refused to believe that her body had responded to him, but her pussy was seeping damp warmth, so much that it ran down her soft thighs when she walked up the steps to the cottage's front door.

Jesse and Colette were just ahead of her, but she hardly saw them. That was her only escape, to retreat into a mental void.

Jesse opened the cottage door and swept Colette into his arms. "A young bride should always be carried across the threshold," he said cheerfully.

The girl could only shudder. Mocking tradition was an additional obscenity. Colette wondered if she would ever feel like celebrating a wedding anniversary with her husband. Or if she would ever see him again, for that matter. She had no idea what these rough men would do when they tired of her.

Jesse threw her down on one side of the huge bed that dominated the main room. He stood over her, a lean and wiry man. The evil gleam in his eyes and his taut grin made her blood run cold.

Frank carried Dawn into the room and dropped her on the other side of the bed. Cole brought up the rear, bringing a case of chilled champagne. He set it on the table and said, "Ripping off the reception hall was a great idea, Jess!"

"That's why I'm the leader of this outfit," he said sternly. "What all did you bring?"

"Everything you said, two big trays of food them silly little round sandwiches with all the crust cut off. Two platters of cold cuts, champagne and wedding cake. I even brought some of the gifts they had on display, a bunch of sexy negligees and like that."

"What about the stuff from the hardware store?"

"Got that too, but I had to pay for most of it. The ropes and chains. All I could sneak into my pocket was the padlocks you wanted."

Locks and chains? Colette shivered and felt sick.

"Well, let's get it all brung in. We sure don't want to be bothered unloading the car later on!" Jesse said. They all laughed and hurried out the door, congratulating themselves on their good fortune. "This is gonna be the best damn honeymoon we ever went on," Jesse was saying.

"Dawn. Hey, Dawn! What's the matter with you?"

"Hungh? What? Nothing's the matter. Is it time to leave for the church?"

"We've been to the church, silly. And we've been kidnapped!"

"No!"

"We've got to get out of here. They've gone to get locks and chains. If we don't leave now, might never get out."

"Yes, we should leave. I don't want to be late for my wedding," Dawn said woodenly.

"Oh, Jesus! She's flipped out!" Colette rolled off the bed, unsteady because her wrists were bound behind her back. "Come on, there's a back door in the kitchenette. I'll need you to open it."

"We mustn't let the grooms see us before the ceremony," Dawn whispered. "That's supposed to bring bad luck."

"Just shut up and open the door."

Dawn slipped out, glancing around nervously. "I don't see anyone."

"Good. Then run! Run like hell, Dawn!"

She clattered noisily down the wooden steps in her slender spike-heeled shoes. Jesse heard the noise and came running, but Dawn was already into the trees. He grabbed Colette as she came down the stairs.

"God damn you!" he growled.

Frank and Cole came running up.

"The other one got away," he said. "After her! The one of you who brings her back gets to pop her cherry."

"What are you going to be doing while we hunt for her?" Cole wondered.

"Teaching this one what a naughty girl she's been. Now get moving! If she makes it to the main lodge there'll be hell to pay!"

Colette breathed a sigh of despair. Neither of them even knew where the main lodge was. And in her shocked state of confusion, Dawn might not be able to find it even if she knew. Jesse gripped her arm and whirled her around, pushing her back up the steps.

He hissed sharply and pushed her face down across the bed. The canopy, the bedcovers, even the window curtains were made of ruffled white satin like a wedding gown. An elegant scene for a terrible nightmare.

"You little bitch! Let's see how far you can run with this around your neck." Jesse pulled a stout length of chain from one of the boxes they'd brought in. He locked one end around her neck, the other around a bedpost supporting the canopy.