J Watson: Chained women

"Here she comes," Donald Cross whispered.

Adam Cross looked across the parking lot at the tall and stunning redhead who walked toward them. She wore tight red shorts and a brief halter so that much bare flesh was visible. Adam's throat went dry. He wanted to rip off that halter and let those huge tits bounce free. He wanted to kiss and fondle and stick his aching cock in her cunt.

He sighed. Right now he had to attend to business. There would be plenty of time for other things.

"Wait until the boy gets tipped," Adam warned his brother. "We don't want anyone to see us."

His brother was silent. There was really no reason for Adam to give advice. Both he and his brother had worked together hundreds of times. Everything always went smooth.

They waited patiently while the boy put the groceries into the back of the redhead's car and took his tip. The redhead watched him walk back across the parking lot before she got into her car.

She was unaware of the two men that moved suddenly and swiftly across the parking lot until they were at both her doors. The first warning she got was the knife at her throat.

"Okay, baby," Adam Cross said softly. "Just move over and stay cool."

"What are you doing?"

"You'll find out. I said move over."

Debbie Jules was frightened. All of her life she had feared something like this. She was a healthy woman and she enjoyed sex but she didn't think she would enjoy being forced.

There was nothing she could do. She slipped over. The other man opened the door and slipped in beside her. His arm came around her shoulders and she shivered. But all he did was draw her close so that she could feel the point of his knife against her side.

"Now you don't say anything, Debbie," he warned. "Don't scream or try to wave at any cops or I'll hurt you real bad."

"How do you know my name?" she questioned.

"We know all about you, Debbie," Donald Cross said. "We know things that even you have forgotten."

Adam Cross put his knife away and slipped under the wheel. He was smiling and friendly to people that walked by as he started the motor and drove the car out of the parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?" Debbie asked.

"You'll find out," Donald Cross said. "Just don't be so impatient."

The thing she was afraid of had happened. His hand slipped down and began to brush against the curve of her breasts.

"You are one fine-looking woman," Donald said. "We could have real fun together."

"Please," Debbie said.

"Please what?" Donald asked. "Please fuck me? You don't have to beg. That's going to happen."

Debbie opened her eyes wide at the man's comment. So they were going to rape her and they were being very casual about it. As if they did this sort of thing all the time! Perhaps they did. She looked into their cruel, stony faces. They looked like the sort of men who were not afraid of anything.

An hour later they were turning off the paved road onto a dirt one. The man beside her had done no more than fondle one of her breasts on the long ride, but she knew there was worse to come.

Adam stopped the car before an old house.

"Get out," he commanded.

Debbie's legs were weak as she got out. She almost fell but Donald caught her arm and held her steady.

"Walk into the house," Adam said.

She was numb as she walked up the wooden steps and into the house. She was surprised at what she found inside. The entire room was done in purple. Purple walls. Purple carpet. Purple furniture.

The carpet was so soft she almost sank down to her knees in it. She could see no other room. All of the doors leading out of the room looked like they were locked.

"This is it," Adam said. "Your new home."

"My new home?" Debbie questioned. "What do you mean?"

"This is where you're going to live for a while."

"I can't stay here. My family will start looking for me. You can't keep me here."

"But we will," Adam said. "Now undress." He commanded her in a very calm tone. But she was afraid. She kicked out at the man who held her and was rewarded by a grunt of pain. She was back out the door in a second.

She still was not quick enough. Adam Cross' strong hands caught her by the shoulders and pulled her backward. He pressed himself against her ass and she could feel his cock growing hard.

"Goddamn you," he muttered. "I'll teach you to turn away."

He pushed her back into the house. She turned to face him as he released her and his face was angry. She tried to dodge the blow from his fist but he was too fast.

His massive fist caught her under the chin and knocked her down. He caught her by the hair.

"From now on," he said, "when I give an order you follow it. And you damn sure better not fight."

He hit her again and she fell backward into the soft carpet.

"Now undress," he said again.

There was nothing else she could do. She was afraid of making him more angry. His brother was standing by the door rubbing a sore knee and smiling. She knew that he was going to make her pay for that kick.

She undid her halter top and gave it to him. She had always been proud of her huge tits. She liked the way that men ogled them. But today she felt a little afraid and a little sick at the way the two brothers were ogling them.

"Take the rest off," he commanded. "Quickly."

She took off her shorts and panties and sat naked before them on the carpet. Adam Cross gave a low whistle.

"You are a nice piece," he said. "You'll do just fine."

"Look at her pussy hair," Donald said. "It's as red as fire."

Adam licked his lips as he looked at her. He knew that there was going to be a change in his plans. Usually he stayed with a schedule and never fucked the women until his third or fourth trip. He very seldom ever touched them.

Today was different. Today his throbbing cock threatened to tear out of his trousers at the sight of this redhead. She certainly was going to make a fine addition to the raffle.

"Donald," Adam said. "Wait in the car."

"What are you going to do?" Donald asked.

"Just wait in the car."

Donald looked unhappy but he walked outside and let the door shut with a loud bang.

"Come over here," Adam said.

She stood up and walked to him. She was barely inches away from him, her bare tits brushing his chest.

"Well, get it over with," she said.

She was trying to make him angry but it didn't work. He smiled at her. He fondled one of her nipples and was rewarded by seeing it stiffen.

He knew he was making a mistake. He was getting too turned on by this woman. It would be a problem to undo the damage he had already caused.

"You bitch," he said.

He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees.

"Take it out," he demanded. "Take it out and suck it."

Debbie Jules had never sucked a man's cock before. There had been times when men had demanded that she suck them but she had always been able to handle men. Until now! There was no way she was going to be able to handle this man.

With trembling fingers she unzipped his fly and reached inside his trousers. Her hand brushed across his cock and she gasped with surprise. She was no virgin. She had felt cocks before, but his was a good-sized one.

She pulled it out of his trousers and it stood long and hard.

"Suck it," he said. "I haven't got all day."

She took the cock head between her lips and almost gagged. She was surrounded by male odor. She tried to pull away but he pushed her forward again. For a moment it was horrible and then she slowly began to grow used to it.

She was able to draw more of his cock into her mouth. Both his hands took holds on her hair.

"That's good, bitch," he said softly. "Just keep sucking like that."