Max Sharkey: Kidnapped and raped

With that, Eddie and Sammy strolled away, chuckling and joking and shooting nasty glances at her as they departed.

Judeth lay in the sand for a long time. She cried hysterically and cursed herself for having been foolish enough to have trusted two boys like Eddie and Sammy.

She wondered what she should do next. Should she report the rape to the police? No, she was too ashamed and embarrassed to do that. Besides, there were no witnesses, except for Sammy. And Sammy would surely lie about what had happened. She simply had to get back at Eddie for making her suck his cock, for beating her and torturing her and – worst of all – for fucking her. Eddie had taken her virginity in a most brutal and disgusting way. She would never forget it. There must be some way to get back at him. She would have to think about it.

It was getting cold, so Judeth picked herself up, put her brief bikini back on, pulled herself together and headed back to her Aunt Mary's safe, comfortable beach cottage.

Judeth spent the next two days in the house. She was afraid to venture outside so soon after having been raped. She was terribly ashamed. She did not see how she could show her face in Crystal Point after what had happened. So she moped around the house, watching television and listening to records, trying to keep busy in hopes that the terrible memory of the rape would soon fade from her mind.

Aunt Mary became worried and asked what was wrong. Judeth told her aunt that she was bored.

"Well, dear," Aunt Mary said, "why don't you take the car and go for a drive? It's a beautiful day today."

"Okay," Judeth said. She went to her room and got dressed. She wore a skimpy halter top, a pair of tight-fitting jeans, sandals and a wide-brimmed straw hat. She picked up the keys to the MG. Midget. She walked past the tennis court and the swimming pool, and strolled into the garage.

She smiled as she stepped forward and opened the car door, and wondered why she hadn't thought of taking a drive before. She had just passed heir driver's test two months ago, so the thrill of driving had not yet worn off. It would be nice, she thought, to drive out to the dunes.

As she slipped into the driver's seat, she vaguely sensed that someone was watching her from a distance. But, she shrugged it off and started the engine, smiling as the motor began to purr. Judeth really loved driving, especially when she had a cute little sports car to zip around in. At home, she was not allowed to drive very often. Her father did not really approve. But out here at the beach, she had access to her Aunt Mary's car whenever she wanted it.

She reflected on how nice her Aunt Mary was to her. Aunt Mary was a widow. Her husband had died in a boating accident two years ago. The papers had caused quite a stir at the time because Judeth's father, who was with the man at the time, had managed to miraculously escape injury when the boat capsized. Nasty allegations of foul play were leveled at Judeth's father. There were rumors that the men had been partners in some venture, and the previous to the strange sinking boat incident, they had had a falling out.

Her father and her Aunt Mary had quarreled, but the matter was dropped. Soon thereafter, Aunt Mary moved into the spacious Crystal Point cottage.

The engine roared to life as she stepped on the gas pedal and zoomed out of the garage. Before long, Judeth was zipping down the highway, driving the vehicle through tight turns as she headed toward the dunes. Her spirits picked up as she drove along at a fast clip, watching the comfortable beach homes recede as she approached the bare, undeveloped area known simply as "the dunes". Someday, this beautiful bare land filled with rolling sandy hillocks would disappear. Developers would buy up the land and build condominiums, motels, supermarkets and hot dog stands. But, for now, the dunes were free of congestion and Judeth momentarily forgot her troubles.

The road narrowed to two lanes so she let up on the gas and slowed down. Up ahead, on the side of the road, a bulldozer blocked one lane and part of the other. In order to drive safely past, she would be forced to slow down almost to a stop. No matter. It was a pretty day and she was in no hurry to get anywhere.

She shifted down through the gears into first, applying the brakes until she was traveling at a scant five miles an hour.

Then, Judeth was shocked to see a big blue van pull out from behind the bulldozer and block her way. Fortunately, she was traveling slow enough to brake and pull over into the sand to avoid a collision. She waited for the river of the van to back out of the way, but, instead, two men jumped out of the back and ran quickly toward her.

"Hey!" she shouted in a confused tone. "What's going on here, anyway?"

A big, muscular man wearing a faded green leisure suit stepped forward and, without a word, opened her car door. He reached inside and pulled her out.

"I said what's going on?" she repeated in a startled voice.

"Shut up, Judeth!" the other man said. He grasped her wrists and held them tightly behind her back.

She felt a thick rope being tied around her wrists. Then she was led quickly to the van and thrown roughly onto the carpeted floor in the back. The two men stepped in after her, slamming the doors shut. The driver hit the accelerator, burning rubber as they sped off.

Judeth stared wide-eyed at the two men.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Just call me Bob," said the man in the leisure suit. "This is Johnny. Max is our driver."

"All right, Bob and Johnny," Judeth said flippantly. "Suppose you guys tell me what's happening."

"Okay, sweetheart," the man called Bob replied. He spoke in a heavy Boston accent. "Put simply, Judeth Brathmeyer, you have just been kidnapped by three very dangerous and unscrupulous men. If you are a lucky little girl, your father will ball you out of this mess with a million in cool, green cash. If not… well, we'll worry about that if and when the time comes. Okay?"

"No," she replied indignantly. "It's not okay! You can't do this to me!"

"We seem to be doing astonishingly well up to this point, my dear girl," Bob said with a chortle.

The big man named Johnny stared at Judeth with cold, dark eyes. Judeth glanced at him and chills ran up and down her spine.

"She's pretty, Bob," the big man said as he reached a clammy hand out and ripped her halter top off. "I wanna fuck her."

"What-what?" Judeth stammered.

"You heard me, cunt!" the big man snorted. Turning to address his partner, he said, "What do you think, Bob? Can I fuck her now? I don't feel like waiting."

"Sure, go ahead and fuck the snotty little bitch. Maybe she'll take us more seriously and cut that high-and-mighty act of hers. I'll ride up front with Max. Fuck her real good now," Bob said as he stepped forward to sit with the driver.

Judeth squirmed about on the carpeted floor of the van. She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes open wide. She stared at the man – watched him strip off his shirt, pull off his shoes, step out of his trousers – watched him stroke his cock, and run his thick, hairy gnarled fingers along his cock-shaft. She shook with fear and cowered in the corner of the moving van, wondering what – if anything – she could do to stop the big, hairy man from raping her.

"Aw, come on now, baby-cakes," the man said. "Don't give Johnny a hard time. Johnny don't like babes to give him a hard time," he said threateningly as he stroked his lengthy prick and moved forward slowly.

"No, please don't… please don't," she pleaded as tears filled her eyes and ran down her flushed cheeks. "I… I wouldn't be able to stand it. I… my God!" she gasped as she glanced at his swollen prick. His prick was menacing. Thick blue veins lined the surface of his cock, and his cock-knob was crimson red. Next to this manes, Eddie's cock was like a shrimp!