Copyright 2003 by Powerone and Danielle.
Ignoring my pleas, you bury your cock all the way into my little pink hole. You hold it there feeling me squirm, I'm panting, trying to catch my breath, the pain is unbearable, and I scream in agony. "Yea baby, that's it, scream for me, tell me how much it hurts." You pull your cock out of me only to shove it back in again with such force that I almost pass out. The pain rips through me with each thrust. "Do you like my big cock? Does it feel good when I shove it deep into your tight little ass? Do you like the way I fuck you, stretching your asshole so wide? Do you like the way it fills your asshole?" You reach around and squeeze my clit, rolling it between your fingers as you pump your cock in and out of my asshole. "Tell me how much you like it! I know you like my big cock in your asshole, I'm going to fuck you until you cum for me just to prove you like it. Come on baby, squeeze that cock, yea, that's it. Oh, you are a good little fuck aren't you? Oh, your ass is so tight!"
It was only a couple of hours ago that I executed my plan to capture you. I had been following you for over two months now. I knew you better then most of your friends. You are an artist, most of the time you work at home. You are young, 5'10", long brown hair, green eyes, but your most prominent feature is your DD cup tits. It did not seem like you dated much. Not sure why, you had a body that anyone would want to fuck. Your name is Danielle, but I had heard others call you Dani. I preferred Danielle.
My cabin was about 20 miles from your home. About twenty minute drive with good weather and little traffic. I had decided on Friday as the day I was going to kidnap you. That would leave me all weekend before anyone knew you were gone. I had the van all ready and my accomplices all arranged. Roxanne and her boyfriend, Bill would be joining me. Roxanne was bisexual and Bill was a sadist by desire. They both enjoyed, as I also did, in initiating young girls in the finer aspects of sexual perversions. They both had approved of Danielle's abduction. The van was specially equipped with my special seat belts.
I had searched out this location with you in mind. The particular tree I found was exactly what I was looking for. The trunk was about three feet in diameter, but also had two smaller trunks coming out from the bottom. The two smaller trunks were on each side and were about one foot in diameter. Large roots surrounded the trunks, some up to two inches in diameter. It was an oddity among trees, but fit exactly into my plans. I came back, a chain saw in my possession. I cut down the tree three feet from the ground. The smaller trunks were cut one feel lower at two feet. I cut the rest of the tree into short pieces for firewood and loaded them into the wheelbarrow and took them to my cabin, about 100 yards away. My cabin was in the most deserted part of the forest, the nearest neighbor being over three miles away. There was no mail service, police or fire service and the nearest store was over ten miles by jeep, roads being impassable without four-wheel drive.
We had been watching you all morning and it seemed like we would never get our chance until you came out right after noon. You were dressed in a small halter-top and a pair of shorts. Neither garments did much to cover your body. My cock was already hard in anticipation. You began to do some gardening in the front yard of the condo you lived in. The rest of the street seemed fairly deserted, most people at work. I pulled out and drove the van down the street until I stopped in front of your condo, only three feet from where you were working. Roxanne was sitting in the front seat with Bill, looking like a couple.
"Excuse me, Dani, could you tell me how to get to the market? Bill watched your reaction as he asked.
I looked up when someone called my name. "Excuse me," I said, looking up from my gardening. Danielle looked at the couple in the van.
"I asked if you could tell me where the market was, Dani," Bill repeated.
"Do I know you, you know my name? Looking up and seeing the woman in the car with you.
"We just moved into the condo behind yours. We met your mother the other day and she told us that if we needed anything, we could ask you if she was not at home. We're finally finished moving in and we are in desperate need of some food," Roxanne replied.
"Oh, OK, she didn't say anything, but I did see your moving van yesterday." I gave them the directions, watching as they looked puzzled, the market being over ten miles into town.
"Do you know where she is talking about, Bill," Roxanne asked him.
"I'm more confused then when we started, explain again Dani," Bill asked, putting a puzzled look on his face.
Danielle explained again about the left turn, two miles, first right after the light, down two miles to where the road splits, take the right split, another three miles, next right after the gas station, second turn on the right and the last building in the small shopping center.
"I'm sorry, we must be brain dead from hunger, but I don't think I can find it. Why you mind showing us, we will only be about 15 minutes in the store? Please, we're really desperate," Roxanne begged Danielle.
Danielle thought about it. Her mother wanted her to help them, it would only be a little while. The town was a small town, where people did not even lock their doors, crime was usually drunk and disorderly on a Saturday night. "OK, but I have to get right back."
"Hop in," the back door sliding open.
They open the side door and there is another man in the back seat, but he appears harmless. Quiet, but friendly. I hop in the back, the couple insist that I put on my seat belt. I assume for safety reasons, but I soon find out the real reason. The seat belts are odd, the kind used in racecars, a strap down each shoulder, across the waist and a small square box attached to the one going between my legs. Everyone appears to belted in using the same type belt so it does not concern me. They close the door, we drive off promising to bring me right back.
We drive along, they follow my directions for a few miles then head to out of town. Before I realize what is going on my seat belt begins to vibrate. It is coming from the square box attached between my legs. "What's happening!" I exclaim.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Michael. I used to be a race car driver and I am now an inventor. These seat belts are in final testing before they are to be put in all Mercedes vehicles. As you can see they are like those used in racecars, but with some major modifications".
Danielle squirmed in her seat, listening to Michael speaking but not really paying attention. Wearing very little clothing, the vibrating seat belt is virtually in direct contact with my clit. I become uncomfortable and squirm around looking for a way to release the seat belt.
Michael continues, staring at her with a knowing grin on his face. "I found that serious accidents occurred in spite of the drivers wearing seat belts, in this case, they are called harnesses, because the belts would routinely loosen the longer the driver wore them. These are automatically adjusting belts, what you feel is the electrical mechanism tightening up. I notice you squirming, that is why your belt is so active. You must stay still or it will continue."
By the time I realize that there is no release on my belt, we are on a deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. I feel my heart drop as it dawns on me that there is no escape, yet I am so aroused by the vibrating belt that my reaction is a cross between fear and deep desire to feel a hard cock in my pussy.
The van pulls off the road onto another more desolate
The van pulls in and parks. Roxanne and Bill come around to the door and open it, watching me still squirming to free myself. They say nothing, just smiling. Michael released his cock from his pants. He sat there stroking his cock, watching me watching him, enjoying the fear he sees in my eyes. His cock was huge, not more than 8" long, but almost as thick as a soda can. When he finally does speak to me, his voice was deep and smooth almost sexy if I wasn't so scared. He explained to me that he was going to "break me in".
The back seat swivels around to face the open sliding door. Michael never says a word as he reaches for my left leg. He wraps a strap around my knee and pulls it tightly to the back of the driver's seat. He then takes my right leg and roughly pulls it toward the bench seat in the back of the van. He tied both in place with just enough room for me to wiggle a bit. This allowed full access to my pussy. I feel the vibrating belt between my legs pulled aside just far enough for him to cut the crotch of my shorts. Pulling my damaged clothing out of the way allows him just enough room to slide a finger into my now, very wet pussy. I squirm, trying to fight him off with my arms. Begging him to stop and let me go. He smiles at me, reaches for my arms, and quickly locks them into Velcro ties on the van ceiling before he returns to fucking my pussy with his fingers.
Roxanne steps into the van and inserts a tape into the TV/VCR mounted above the passenger's seats. As the tape starts to play, Michael opens a small black box containing a camcorder and begins taping.
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