J Watson - Kidnapped and raped schoolgirls

Ginger glided across the room like a ghost. She went through his pockets until she found the keys. She was very careful as she unlocked Sherry's arms and legs.

"Come on," Ginger said. "We've got to get out of this place."

"How did you get away?" Sherry asked.

"I was just lucky," Ginger said.

George groaned and started to raise up. His eyes blinked open and it took him a moment to realize what was happening. He started to reach for Sherry but Sherry moved first. She had grabbed the lamp by the bed and she brought it down across his head. He blinked in surprise and then passed out.

"I think you killed him," Ginger said.

"I hope I did." Sherry said.

The two young girls slipped out of the room quietly. They listened for a moment but they could hear nothing. They didn't know any of the girls in the other rooms but they knew Leslie. Sherry looked at Ginger in a question.

"We could send the police back for her," Ginger said.

"We have to try," Sherry said. "She's already looking kind of numb. We have to try to rescue her."

"All right," Ginger agreed.

Ginger led the way down to Leslie's room. Sherry opened it slowly but almost immediately she knew that they could not rescue Leslie. They heard the voices inside and the sound of bed springs.

"Don't do it to me there," Leslie was pleading. "It hurts down there."

"Shut up, bitch," the man said roughly.

"Not there," Leslie screamed again. "Not there. Not in my ass. Oh, damn you. You bastard. It hurts!"

Sherry couldn't move for a moment as she watched the man moving forward until his cock was buried in Leslie's tight asshole. He backed up a little and then slammed back inside her again. Sherry had seen enough. She started forward.

"No, damn it," Ginger whispered. "He's a big one. We'll never get out of here if we have to fight him."

Sherry knew she was right, although she was tempted to try, the lamp trick again. But, Ginger was already pulling her out of the room. She followed Ginger down the hall and down the stairs. The front door was open. They were free if they could find out where to go.

"Do you know where we are?" Ginger asked.

"Hell, I don't know," Sherry answered.

"Let's go that way," Ginger said.

They ran. They had no idea where they were going but they ran like hell. They were in the woods in a few moments and it was so dark they could hardly see.

"We've got to find a road somewhere," Ginger said.

They were both getting scratched by bushes but they couldn't feel it. All they cared about was getting out of the woods. Sherry tripped and fell. Ginger came back for her and helped her to her feet. Sherry brushed away twigs from her arms and legs.

Sherry heard the noise behind her and she whirled around. It was Bobby. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and he was holding his whip. He was grinning at her and she didn't like it. She thought she had never seen anyone look so evil.

"So you young ladies thought you'd try and leave us," Bobby said. "That's a shame. We have to make an example of the girls who try to leave."

Sherry never even saw him move his hand. He snapped the whip a few inches from her face. It would have cut her cheek if it had touched her.

"Run, Sherry!" Ginger cried.

But Sherry couldn't move. Somehow she knew it wasn't going to do any good to move. Bobby didn't even try to catch her. Instead he lovingly coiled his whip back up again, then jerked his hand. This time the whip wrapped around Sherry's knees and jerked her legs out from under her. She hit hard on her ass.

It hurt like hell but it evidently didn't hurt as much as Ginger got hurt. She heard Ginger screaming in the darkness. A few moments later Ginger's voice went silent.

"What's happening to her?" Sherry asked.

"You'd better worry about what's happening to you, baby," Bobby said. "Or at least what's going to happen to you. Maybe I should scar up your face a little for running away."

Bobby snapped the whip only inches from her face.

"No, please," Sherry begged.

Bobby laughed at her fear as he kept snapping the whip. Each time he came closer to her face and she thought she was going to be horribly scarred. Finally he stopped and coiled his whip up again. She was trembling with fear as he walked over to her and put his foot on her head. She went all the way down on her face. He applied a little pressure that forced her face into the dirt.

"You're going to have to pay for running away," he said. "You're going to be very sorry."

She was already very sorry. She was also remembering how she had hit George with the lamp and wondering if she'd killed him. She was in trouble if she had, even more trouble.

"You stupid bitch!" Bobby said. "Didn't you know you'd get caught? Did you think you were just going to walk away?"

"No," she answered. "I guess I didn't."

"But you tried anyway. You always try."

Bobby sat down beside her on the grass. She didn't even think about running away again because she had seen what that quick whip of his could do.

"Sit up and spread your legs for me," he told her. "Spread your legs wide. I want to took at your pink pussy."

She thought about resisting but there was no point in it. She sat up and spread her legs as he had told her. She felt a blush of shame as she saw that Bobby was looking right up between her thighs. She had never felt so naked in front of a man.

"Play with your titties," he told her. "Lift your hands up to your titties and play with them."

She didn't know what he was after but she did as she was told. She moved her hands up her body and started caressing her tits. She was surprised at herself. Her tits seemed to immediately get hard and there was a slight itch between her legs.

"That's right," Bobby said. "Play with your tits. Make them nice and heavy. Excite yourself, bitch."

Her fingers moved over her nipples and she gasped for breath. She was getting hot. Playing with herself was exciting her and she didn't like it. She would have stopped but there was something in Bobby's eyes that told her she'd better not.

"Now keep playing with your titties with one hand," he said. "But I want you to make yourself come. I want you to play with your pussy with the other hand."

"Damn you!" she said.

"You'd better do what I want," he said. "You have no choice." She kept stroking her titty with one hand and she slid her other hand down her belly and to her cunt. She let her fingertips trace the outline of her thighs. Her fingers moved closer to her moist pussylips and she suddenly knew that she was going to lose control. She didn't want to show how weak she was in front of this man but she had been so hot for so long! Now her fingers moved a little closer to her wet pussy.

"That's the way, baby," he said. "That's the way to play with your pussy. Put your fingers in your cunt!"

Bobby was looking at her with hungry eyes. She slid her fingers a little closer to her pussylips. She could feel the heat coming off her pussy and she nervously licked her lips as she moved her fingers up another inch and started stroking the outer lips of her cunt. She hoped it would be enough.

"Stop fucking around," Bobby said. "That's not the way you play with yourself at home, is it? I want to see some action. Stick your fingers up your fucking cunt!"

There was no hope for it. She would have to do it. It wasn't that she had never done it before. She just didn't like having somebody watching.

Her fingers slipped inside her cunt and she started with two fingers and worked them in slowly. Her cunt felt feverish. She knew her pussy would be that way. She felt so damn sensitive all over.

"Keep stroking your tits," he told her.

"Do you have to do this to me?" she asked.

"The fun hasn't even started yet, baby," he answered her.