Kidnapped, chained and whipped

CHAPTER THREE

Candy came with the force of a howling typhoon. Each spasm was more devastating than the other. She felt her pussy explode against Chuck's hammering groin. Thrashing and grunting and dancing her shivering asscheeks around the young blonde teenager felt as if the world had collapsed into her cunt.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed, raking her fingernails over Chuck's back. Candy had no idea how long her orgasm lasted. All she was aware of was that big thing jerking and throbbing in her snatch and of something hot and wet scalding the sides of her cunt. Oh God, his cum burned like acid! When it was over Candy felt her calves sliding down off Chuck's lower back. She rearranged herself comfortably on the bench, opening her eyes and looking up at Chuck. The buzzing sounds had stopped. All around her now was silence, broken only by the Muzak.

"You're really somethin' else," he whispered, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I'm glad you like me."

Chuck kissed her again. Candy squirmed happily on the slicked bench seat, feeling dazed and happy.

"Man, you were hungry for it, honey. I thought you were wantin' it a couple of days ago. But I never guessed you wanted a fuckin' this badly."

Candy blushed. It was wrong for a woman to show just how hot she was! It was something else her mother had told her.

"You probably won't think that much of me… now," Candy stammered, lowering her eyes. Her mother's words about a young woman who gives in to a man rang in her mind now. No man would think much of her if word got around the club. Could she ask him to keep this quiet?

"That's a bunch of crap! Man, I won't be able to think about anything but you," Chuck said, tensing his arms and drawing her up to him.

"Oh God, Chuck," Candy whispered, drawing her face to his and kissing him passionately. She didn't care about what her mother had told her about men any more. She wanted Chuck.

Chuck all the time, him fucking her, pawing her, making love to her, kissing her like this. Her heart was beating so loudly she was certain he could hear it.

"Hey, why don't you get dressed and we'll go down to the drive-in for a hamburger or something? We can talk about us all night, if you want."

Candy smiled. Sure, her mother wasn't expecting her for some time anyway.

"Oh yes… I'd like that," Candy said, feeling Chuck slide out of her slackening cunt. He was up, slipping his shorts and black slacks back on. The blonde teen raised herself up, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees watching him dress. He was so handsome, so muscular! The girl was savoring the warm glow that had settled over her flesh just after coming. Afterglow she thought they called it! What a lovely name!

"Hey, come on. It's gettin' late," Chuck said, chucking her playfully under the chin.

Candy sucked in huge lungfuls of air, looking happily around the rooms.

"Oh, I'm so happy it hurts!" the girl whispered, sliding off the bench and picking up her bikini.

"Well, get dressed and I'll stop off a drugstore and pick something up. Maybe then we'll make your happiness hurt a little more," he said, flashing her a brilliant smile. Candy knew what he was going to get. It gave her a fevered thrill.

Candy dressed hurriedly, showering in the women's dressing room, then slipping into her short skirt and blouse while eyeing the clock. It was nearly eleven. She told her mother she'd be in my midnight if she went out with some of the girls. Candy smiled to herself. Well, she'd be a little late.

"I'm ready," she said, her gym bag slung over one shoulder as Candy stepped into the reception area. Chuck walked up to her and slipped both hands around her waist.

"God, you're nice," he whispered.

Candy stood on tiptoe as he pulled her thin body against him. The blonde teen felt her skirt slide up until her bikini bottom was exposed to his roaming hands. He kissed her passionately. Candy groaned into his mouth, fighting back with her tongue, moving her ass in a soft fucking motion that teased her clit. Yes, yes, she wanted him to stop at the drugstore to pick up those… rubbers! They'd been foolish the first time. No, she didn't want to get knocked up. And with a little luck it wouldn't happen. But the girl didn't want to take a chance. And Chuck's mention of that drugstore trip made her happy.

"Come on. We got some serious eatin' to do," he said, pulling away and guiding her toward the front door.

"Oh yes, yes," Candy whispered happily, resting her head on his shoulder.

It was nearly four in the morning when the blonde teen finally made it home. Peering out the side window of Chuck's Corvette she could see a light burning in the living room window. Her mother was still up! A shock of fear shot through her body.

"You want me to go up with you?" he asked, opening his door and stepping out.

Candy shook her head from side to side. She could just imagine what would happen if her mother were to see Chuck escorting her to the door.

"No, that's fine. I'll see you this evening," she said, trying to hide her nervousness as she crawled out of the sports car.

"If you're sure everything okay…"

"I'm sure… bye," Candy said, waving her hand cheerfully and walking quickly up the walk.

"So, you're finally home," her mother hissed as she shut and bolted the front door. Candy felt her flesh crawl with fear and guilt. The atmosphere in the living room was heavy, tense.

"Mother, I was just out with some friends, that's all. Nothing… happened," Candy said, refusing to look at her mother and starting up the stairs to her bedroom. She didn't want another scene with the older woman. Candy didn't want anything to spoil the recent beautiful memory of all that wonderful fucking. She and Chuck had fucked twice more after that first scene in the spa before coming home.

"Don't you dare run from me!" the woman shrilled, blocking Candy's way to the stairs. The girl flinched, dropping her eyes, still refusing to look at her mother. "Now tell me the truth, did anything… happen? Don't lie!"

Candy felt a rush of anger. How dare her mother quiz her like this? She was eighteen, almost nineteen, just about to enter college. She was an adult… or almost one!

"It's none of your business," the girl answered in a low, quivering tone.

Her mother's eyes widened, registering the surprise and shock she felt at that answer.

"How… dare you?" the older woman hissed, jerking one hand back and slapping Candy hard across the cheek.

The blonde teen staggered from the force of that blow.

"Oh God, how could you?" she whispered, tears springing to her eyes.

"Did anything happen?" her mother repeated, her eyes fixed on Candy's.

"Yes, yes, plenty happened!" the girl retorted, spitting out the words as she watched her mother's face blanch. "In fact, you want me to tell you how we did it… how many times? Oh Mother," Candy went on, nearly hysterical with anger, "you can't believe how good… fucking is."

At the mention of that word the older woman clapped her hands over her ears and turned away with a loud moan. She doubled over, sinking to the floor, her body racked with sobs of rage and shame.

"Oh, it's wonderful, Mother," Candy screamed, not caring if the neighborhood heard. "You can't imagine how it feels to be lying there, naked, spread out, waiting while he grabs his cock and holds it just over your cunt!"

"Get out! Get out of my house before I kill you!" her mother shrieked, backing away, refusing to touch her own daughter.

"Oh, oh, I'm… sorry, I…" Candy cried, both hands on her mouth, realizing with horror what her rash act had accomplished.

"Get out, out!"

Candy rushed up the stairs, the sound of her mother's screaming voice ringing in her head. Oh God, how could she have done something so stupid as that? Knowing what kind of fanatic her mother was how could she have let something like this slip out… and in such hatred? Behind her she heard her mother screaming for her to leave the house this instant.

"I don't care where you go… out in the street where sluts like you belong. Let your boyfriends take care of you. Let's see just how high and mighty you're going to be when you get pregnant… just like I did when…"

The older woman's words were choked off by sobs. Candy ran into her bedroom and slammed the door. The world spun dizzyingly around her as she looked at all the familiar things. No, she had to leave… at least for a while. Stumbling around, half blinded by tears, Candy packed a small suitcase, finding enough money around for at least a few nights at the downtown Y. There she'd be able to get her thoughts together for a better confrontation with her mother.

"Get out, slut, get out!"

Candy rushed out of the house, one hand covering her mouth, stifling then sobs tearing at her throat. Tears streaked her cheek as she ran down the street, the suitcase banging against her legs. The cold night air didn't affect her now. All she felt was the sting from her mother's slap. All she heard were the woman's damning words as she threw her own daughter out of the house!

Candy didn't know how long she'd run. When she finally came to her senses she found herself some distance from her home. It took her several minutes to realize she'd run in the opposite direction from town.

"Oh my God!" the young woman sobbed in despair. She was farther from the Y than she'd been when she started, and it was nearly four-thirty! There were no buses running now, and taking a cab was almost out of the question. It would eat up what little money she had, and payday was nearly five days away! Of course she could ask Chuck for money. But somehow that idea repulsed her. It was almost like prostitution! Then her mother's accusations about her would be right! No, no, she couldn't face that responsibility!

Forcing herself on, Candy bit her lower lip, determined to walk the distance. She'd walked for nearly forty minutes when the teenager was aware of something or someone following her. Carefully Candy turned her head as she quickened her step, rolling her eyes to one side. She saw a large black van trailing her.

"Oh God!" she murmured, feeling fear race through her veins. There were no other cars on the street at the moment and all the shops and restaurants were closed. There was nowhere for her to run if they were to try something! How stupid it was for her to walk all this distance alone! That thought shot through her now.

"Hey, need a lift?"

That voice shot through the night air. Candy increased her speed, refusing to turn her head around. Oh God, wasn't there somewhere she could run to safety? Wasn't there an all-night diner in the area?

"Hey, honey, come on, it's not too safe to be alone in this area."

Candy stopped at a corner and looked down the four avenues. No one! Not a soul! It was as if everyone had died!

"Hey, come on. We're not gonna hurt you."

We? That settled it! No way! No, she wasn't about to throw herself in a van with a bunch of guys she didn't know.

"No thank you," she said modestly, crossing the intersection and praying to God they'd leave her alone. But the van continued, cruising along the gutter, one window rolled down while the words still poured out.

"Come on, honey, come on, we'll show you a good time and give you a ride at the same time." In the background she could hear other men laughing! That did it! She had to run, scream for help, run for the police!

"Oh God, help me, help!" she cried, breaking into a fast run while crossing the street.

"Man, shut her up! She's gonna make trouble for us!" someone cried out in the van. Doors opened and two men jumped out as the vehicle squealed to a halt in the deserted street.

Candy ran as fast as she could, dropping her suitcase behind her as the men closed the distance between her and them. Candy felt her lungs bursting as she ran down the street. Her long blonde hair streamed out behind her while she stretched out her hands, still screaming for help as her feet pounded the filthy sidewalk pavement.

"Shut the fuck up!" one man shouted back.

"Help!"

At that point she felt fingers curl around the long blonde strands and yank back. Instantly Candy felt pain in her scalp, pain that made her scream, forced tears to her eyes, made her stop and stumble to the ground.

"No,no, no!" she cried as she tumbled head over heels. She screamed incoherently, kicking, biting, scratching at her attackers. They moved around her cautiously as she swiveled around on her butt, trying to drive her heels in their crotches. Candy maintained enough cool to remember some of her classes on self-defense. She had to keep them at a distance while she regained her balance, scrambled to her feet and continued her escape attempt.

But the men seemed to know their business, circling her, keeping her off-guard, then moving in for the kill. The blonde teen felt hands scooping her up off the sidewalk, holding her arms pinned behind her, moving her forward while they told her to shut up. When she fought back and then screamed one of the men shoved a filthy rag in her mouth and pushed her forward.

"Came on, baby, we're gonna take care of all that energy. Hey, man, it ain't gonna be such a bad night after all," he said, reaching down and pinching her bottom hard.

Candy squealed at the sudden pain. Looking up, she saw the van draw closer as they stumbled across the street. There, some thirty feet from the large vehicle, her clothes lay scattered on the pavement. Something about the way they were thrown about made her break into tears.

"Hey, honey, don't cry. By the time me, Ben and Jack get through with you you'll be so fuckin' hot you're gonna cry 'cause we ain't fuckin' you enough."

"Who is she?" a drunken voice asked from the back of the van as they shoved Candy in.

"Who knows? Some runaway… just like the others."

"Man, Kevin, what the fuck's the matter with you? We got enough trouble with the law," the voice said, a little more alert now. They shoved Candy in the middle of the front seat, making sure the gag was in place while slamming the doors shut and squealing down the street.

"Hey, ain't no reason why we can't have no entertainment," the tall blond man said, curling his fingers around the wheel and staring angrily forward.

"Yeah, just like your idea about holding up that fuckin' liquor store last night was supposed to be fun… easy, piece o' cake, right? Christ, almost got killed 'cause that old coot had a gun!"

"Hey, watch it, all right? I done right by you guys up to now. So take it easy and let's enjoy a little," he said, reaching over with one hand and running his fingers up her skirt. Debbie cried out, snapping her knees together when she felt the tips reach the elastic leg band of her bikini bottoms. "Got a real nice girl here… wears panties or somethin'. Nice."

"Where the fuck we goin'? We can't go back to the old place. Cops are probably around there."

"No, we go out… my old man's place. You been there, right?"

"Hey, that old barn? Man, why don't we keep goin' 'til we're outta state?"

"'Cause I need some time to think. I ain't gonna drive like crazy when I don't know how much the cops know and where they are. We gotta wait for a sec and ain't no place better 'n that old farm. Ain't nobody around for miles since the state bought up most of the land last year."

"Okay, man, just be careful! Don't wanna get caught with this chick in here… man, kidnapping? Forget it!"

They'd kill her first! That thought made the young woman scream through the foul rag once more and squirm uncomfortably in the front seat. Oh, if only she could get one leg free she'd step on the gas pedal and send them all hurtling off the road. At least than she'd have a chance of escaping!

"Hey, take it easy, baby. It ain't gonna be good for your health you keep actin' up like that. Got nice legs. Be a shame to have burns all over 'em, get the drift?"

Candy looked wide-eyed at the driver. He took his eyes off the road for an instant, staring at her, his thin lips curled up in a sadistic smile. She shivered, knowing that at least for a while, she was helpless.