J Watson - Chained women

"She'll be fine," Donald said pleasantly. "Only a little headache."

"Worry about yourself," Adam said.

There was nothing she could do. She had to do what they said and look out for a chance to escape.

She had never been so frightened as she walked with them to their car. She had often thought about how she would handle a man trying to rape her, and she was sure that was what they had in mind. But now that she was in the position, she could think of nothing to help her to escape. Maybe if she just gave in. But one look at their faces and she knew they might hurt her anyway. Maybe even kill her. Her legs went weak at the thought.

"This way to the car," Adam directed.

She got in the car between the two men. She saw many of her students walking around, but she didn't dare call out to any of them.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To the woods, baby," Adam said. "Isn't that the best place to get it on?"

So they were going to rape her. Well that was what she had expected.

"Listen," she said. "I won't fight. I'll give you what you want if you just won't hurt me."

"Anything we want?" Adam questioned.

"Yes," she agreed.

"Then how about getting me ready? My cock is kind of cramped in all these clothes."

Andrea looked at his grinning face. It held no mercy. She looked down between his legs and took a deep breath. She told herself that she must be strong. Just get it over with as quickly as possible and maybe they would let her go.

She reached over and touched him gently between the legs.

"Look at this," Adam said. "She can't wait to get it."

She began to rub his cock, trying to control the nausea that was rising in her throat. Her hands trembled as she rubbed his cock. She could feel him growing hard under her caress.

"Take it out, sweet thing," Donald said in her ear. "Take it out and look at what you're playing with."

She kept telling herself that it couldn't be happening to her. She had lived a good life. She had always tried to be kind and considerate. Why should this thing be happening to her? She wanted to be home. She wanted to be anywhere else but sitting in this car.

"I said take it out," Donald demanded.

Slowly, she unzipped Adam's fly. It made a booming noise in the silence of the car. She could hear her own breathing as she reached inside his trousers.

She was suddenly looking at her painted nails. She had painted them pink that morning to go along with the conservative pink dress and blouse she had worn. Her pink nails, her long slender fingers, looked strange going into his trousers.

"You're slow as hell," Donald rasped.

She felt around in his trousers until she found the stiff shaft. She pulled his under shorts away from it and released his rigid cock. She put her fingers around it and began to slide the loose skin back and forth.

"Now that's nice," Adam said. "Real nice. How about showing my brother Donald how nice it is?"

She went through the painful process once more. She had two rigid cocks in her hands, and she slowly massaged them until she could feel them reach their full strength.

She was staring straight ahead. She could not bring herself to stare down into the laps of the two men. It was as though some other women were holding their pricks.

"Something nice about your hands, Mrs. Hartley. Something real nice."

She noticed that Adam was turning off the main highway onto a dirt road.

"Hey," Donald said. "This is the wrong road."

"I know," Adam said. "I thought I'd pull down here into the trees so that Mrs. Hartley would have room to work. No need to go up to the house right away."

"Good idea," Donald said. "I was getting kind of horny myself."

"We sure are breaking a lot of the Boss' rules, though," Adam commented.

"Don't worry about him," Donald said.

Andrea wished that she knew what they were talking about. She wondered who the Boss was and what he had to do with her being raped.

Adam parked the car. They were underneath some trees, and the main road was not visible.

"Okay," Adam said, leaning back in his seat. "Go ahead and play sucker."

Andrea couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had readied herself for rape, but they were asking something else. Something dirty! She couldn't do that. She had never done it for any of her lovers.

"I won't do that," Andrea said. "You can rape me but I won't do that."

She felt the blow smash against the back of her head and it made her dizzy. Again Donald hit her. She couldn't get away from him. He struck her in the body and it hurt like hell. She was practically climbing into Adam's lap trying to escape the shower of blows that fell on her. Finally he stopped.

She was sobbing.

"Never say you're not going to do something," Donald said. "I get awfully mad. Now suck our pricks, you bitch."

Andrea knew there was nothing she could do. She lowered her head and took the tip of Adam's prick into her mouth. The taste wasn't as bad as she had expected. In fact, there was rather a pleasant taste to him.

"That's good," Adam said. "That's a good girl. Now you're getting with it."

She sucked more of his cock into her mouth.

"Use your lips and tongue."

She didn't know exactly what he wanted, so she simply started moving everything a little; Adam seemed to enjoy it. He rolled his head back and groaned.

"That's it, baby," he said. "Now you've got it."

She found herself oddly delighted with his compliment. It was ironic to be getting a compliment from a rapist, and even more ironic to be pleased by it. But she was.

Donald was not idle. She felt his hands playing under her dress. She steeled herself for the invasion of her private parts. One of his hands slipped up her thigh and began rubbing her crotch.

She tried to ignore his busy hand and to concentrate on what she was doing. She had never before wanted to suck a prick, but she was getting a strange sensation from sucking Adam's. She knew it was impossible, but it was almost like she was enjoying it.

"Abhhh gawd, sweet thing," Adam groaned. "You're tearing it up. I didn't know you had it in you."

She almost jerked her head back as she tasted the first of his juices. It would have been a mistake. She knew that she would have received a harsh beating if she had drawn back.

She controlled her initial distaste and continued her sucking. She could feel him growing in her mouth, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded.

She didn't want him to choke her, so she drew her head back far enough so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. That had been a good idea, for a moment later he began to pour gobs of jism into her waiting mouth.

"Shit!" he cried. "Oh shit, that's good! I needed a good sucking mouth!"

She found that she liked the taste of his cum. That was strange, for she had always been so disgusted at other women who actually swallowed their lovers' semen. But there was a taste to it that excited her.

"Now it's my turn," Donald said.

She turned around and put her mouth on Donald's prick. His was easier to suck. It was bigger than Adam's, but she had already learned a few tricks that had made Adam go out of his head. She tried the same tricks with Donald.

"Jesus Christ!" Donald yelled. "Mother fuck!" His prick immediately began pouring forth its load of hot cum, and Andrea took it all. She kept her mouth on his cock until he was drained dry, and he had collapsed against the back of the seat.

Andrea sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her blouse. Both men looked satisfied, and she wondered if they would now let her go. Maybe she could escape while they were in this condition. She took another look at Donald's rough face and changed her mind. Donald would enjoy killing her if she tried to make an escape. She would have to wait for a better time.