J Watson - Chained women

"Christ," Adam said. "You sure learn how to suck cock fast. Are you sure you haven't been sucking cocks before this?"

"Never," Andrea said.

"Goddamn," Adam said. "You sure learn fast." He started the car again. Andrea wondered where they were going as they drove back onto the road. They drove only for a few minutes before they turned off on another dirt road. This one ended in front of a house.

"End of the ride," Adam said. "Get out of the car."

She allowed herself to be pulled out of the car. She walked behind him into the house. She didn't know what to expect but she didn't expect the purple room and the chains. Suddenly she had a bad feeling that this was going to be more than just rape.

"Please," she said. "Don't hurt me. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone anything. Just let me go."

"But we're not finished with you," Adam said. "You still want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Of course," Adam said. "Isn't that the whole idea? Now how about taking your clothes off?"

She started to refuse but caught herself. She was smart enough to know that another refusal would only bring another beating. She would have to go along with things until she could find another time to escape.

She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. It was chilly in the room. Goosebumps started along her arm. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She closed her eyes and let it fall down to the floor.

"Whew," Adam said. "You've got bigger tits than I thought. Very, very nice."

She felt his eyes explore her body. She felt dirty as his eyes probed her like tiny fingers. She heard Donald come in behind her.

"Well, hurry up," Adam commanded sharply. "Get the rest of it off."

Praying that she wouldn't have to, Andrea pulled the zipper down on her skirt. She stepped out of it. She was wearing a slip and she got out of it also.

Now she was dressed in her garter-belt, stockings and her yellow panties. She wished she hadn't decided to wear a garter-belt that morning. She could tell that the men were even more turned on by it.

"Well, well," Adam said. "Isn't that nice. A garter-belt. I haven't seen one of those in a while. It kind of makes my prick jump."

"Mine too," Donald said from behind her. His rough hands came around her waist and flattened against her titties. He began to squeeze them gently, his fingers caressing her nipples. They grew hard, despite herself.

"Now look at that," Adam said. "She's getting turned on. I bet you like to have men play with your nipples."

She closed her eyes as his fingers kept fingering her clit. She tried to think that she was somewhere else, or that it was her husband's hands on her, so she would not get sick.

"I asked you a question!" Adam's voice was like a slap in the face. "When I ask a question I expect an answer!"

"What?" Andrea asked.

"I asked you if you liked for men to suck on your nipples and play with your tits."

"Yes," Andrea admitted.

"I thought so. Do many of your students get a chance at those tits or do you save it for your husband?"

"I save it," she said.

"You fucking liar," he said savagely. He twisted one of her tits and she cried out in pain. "I know some students have been getting some of your nookie. Don't they?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Good. Tell me the truth. I can't stand a liar."

They all heard the sound of the cars at the same time. Adam looked puzzled. He pushed her to the floor and stepped to the door.

"What the hell?" he said.

Andrea couldn't see anything, but she heard the voices. There seemed to be a lot of them.

"Let us in," someone said.

"Hell no," Donald snarled. "You've got no business here. You boys get off our property."

Andrea screamed as loud as she could.

"Help me!" she pleaded. "Someone help me!"

She saw Adam turning with an angry look on his face and then someone pushed him. He turned, with his face contorted in fury, but a pile of boys rushed through the door at once. Adam and Donald were both strong, rugged men, but they were no match for the two dozen young men that piled in on them.

They fought and cursed but they were quickly pinned to the floor, and fists lashed out, turning their faces into a bloody pulp.

Andrea felt herself lifted up in strong arms. A wrap of some kind was put around her body. A soft voice spoke in her ear.

"Come on. We'll just get out of here. You can get dressed outside."

Someone pushed her out and she was handed her clothes. All of the boys were inside, and she had no trouble dressing. She was able to walk back inside once she was dressed.

The boys had taken Adam and Donald Cross and had chained them together. They had stripped off all their clothes and they didn't look so scary any more.

A couple of the boys went out to the car and came back with baseball bats. One boy approached Andrea.

"Come on," he said. "I'll take you home."

"No," Andrea said firmly. "I want to watch." It was horrible but it was fascinating. The Cross brothers received as methodical a beating as they had ever given to anyone. It lasted ten minutes.

"We'll leave them here," the leader of the boys said. "We'll be back tomorrow and every day after that for a week. Then we'll let them go. I don't think they'll bother anyone after that."

Andrea looked into the Cross brother's eyes. The pride was gone. Only fear remained. She seriously doubted that they would ever harm anyone again.

One of the boys drove Andrea home. He was the slender smiling boy they called Andrew. She liked his looks. She liked the strength of character in his face and the kindness in his eyes.

"What do you do on the football team?" she asked.

"I'm the quarterback," he answered.

Her husband was still at school. Andrew offered to walk in with her. He noticed how she was still shaking a little.

"Thank you," she said. "I have to phone the school and make sure that little girl is all right. I'm sure I can offer you something cold to drink."

He looked pleased at that prospect. She phoned the school once she was inside. The girl had been found but she was saying nothing. Andrea offered her apologies for missing the rest of the afternoon. She was glad the girl had said nothing. That would spare them all a lot of embarrassment.

"I'll get you that cold drink now," she told Andrew. "Do you like beer or would you prefer Coke."

"Beer would be nice," he said quickly.

Andrea went into the kitchen and opened two cold beers. She wondered how she could feel so calm inside. After all, she had just been forced to suck off two brutal men. A thing she had never done before in her life. Yet, she was not upset. She could only remember the feeling of power as she went down on the men, the feeling that she controlled them.

It was a pleasant feeling, and it left her kind of tingly.

"Thank you," Andrew said as she handed him his beer. Andrea studied his face. He didn't look old enough to drink beer. Kids were learning things earlier in life.

She wondered about his sex life. A momentary glimpse flashed through her mind of herself on her knees kissing Andrew's prick. She tried to block the thought out of her mind, but she couldn't. She kept thinking that his young prick would be so strong and hard and that she wouldn't be so frightened as she sucked him.

"Are you doing well in school, Andrew?" She was trying casual conversation to take her mind off of sex.

"Yes," he said, slowly sipping his beer. She almost laughed at his wry face. Evidently she had been right about him not being used to beer.

"Are you going to college?" she asked.

"No," he said.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

He blushed. She realized that he had been staring at the strip of white flesh revealed by her skirt as she sat down. She pulled her skirt back over her knees. He tried to look away but his eyes kept coming back to her.