Raped virgin in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Mona Johnson was in a hurry. She was already late for the church party, and it looked like she was going to be even later. The dark clouds threatened rain. She hated driving in the rain, especially in the new sports car that her father had just bought her.

Besides, she had known it was stupid to take a short cut. It was not so bad in the daylight but this section of road looked really bad at night. The road was empty and there were few houses. She hadn't realized how deserted the way really was.

Perhaps she was pushing her new sports car a little hard. She suddenly felt the little sports car shudder. There was a loud popping noise.

"Oh no," Mona said.

Mona was a fair driver, and she eased the car over to the side of the road. Mona was never the type of girl who used bad language but at that moment she was tempted.

Mona played the piano at the church and the party was being given for her. It was supposed to be a surprise party. Nobody had come right out and told her, but she knew it was. She had dressed to knock everybody's eyes out.

She was wearing a delicate blue dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Perhaps it was a little low cut for church but this was supposed to be a party. It was not the kind of dress to change a flat in if she'd been the type to change one in the first place. Which she wasn't. Her father had always done those type of things for her. He took care of her.

She opened the car door and her problems got worse, for the first big drops of rain started falling. She quickly shut the car door again. She couldn't have the rain messing up her new hairdo or ruining her makeup.

She was just sitting there, wondering what she was going to do, when she saw headlights in her rear view mirror. A few moments later she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the blinking lights on top of the police car.

The young officer got out and walked to her door. He was wearing one of those yellow rain jackets. He wore no hat. She thought that he looked like a nice young man.

"I see you've got some problems," he said.

"I do," she said. "I'm so glad to see you. Could you call a wrecker or something? I've got an appointment I'm late for."

"I don't think we need a wrecker," the young man said. "I can change it for you. Hand me your keys and I'll get the spare out of the trunk."

"I do appreciate this," she said, handing over the keys. "You don't know how much."

"It's my job," he said. "This is a very nice car you've got. Very expensive."

"Thank you," she said. "It was a birthday present."

"It must be nice. Having someone rich enough to give you a present like this."

There was a funny look on the officer's face that bothered her a little. He went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He took out her spare tire. She glanced at her watch. With a little luck, she wouldn't be that late for her own party.

It was starting to pour down rain, but Mona didn't bother to worry about the young man out in the rain. Policemen were paid to do things like this. Instead she glanced in the mirror and made sure her long jet-black hair was still in the exact place.

She noticed another pair of headlights approaching from the rear but she didn't worry about them. She didn't even worry when she saw a van pulling to a stop in front of her car.

Her first thought was that the man who jumped out was dressed kind of funny. He had on dark pants and a dark turtleneck sweater and he was wearing some kind of hat that hid his face.

Mona watched him approaching her car, and she wondered what he wanted as the police officer came back around. He hadn't changed her tire. She wished he'd get on with it.

He reached down and started opening her car door. She didn't know why but she had a sudden feeling of fear. She tried to lock her door but she wasn't fast enough. The door was open and the wet spray was getting into the car.

"Careful," she said. "You're going to get me wet."

"I'm going to do a lot more than that, baby," he told her. "I promise you, a lot more than that."

The sound of his voice frightened her. So did the leer on his face. She took a good look at the young policeman. For the first time she noticed that he didn't have any kind of uniform on under the rain jacket. And he was wearing tennis shoes.

At that moment her stomach did a flip flop. She knew she was in trouble. She wasn't sure what kind of trouble, but she had the feeling it was going to be serious.

"Please don't hurt me," she said.

"Get out of the car, bitch," the policeman said.

She hesitated and he did not give her another opportunity. He grabbed her arm and jerked her out into the rain. She slipped in the mud but he held her steady. It was funny, but her first thought was of her hair. She reached up to cover it up.

She shouldn't have done that for it made the blue dress cling even tighter to her lush figure. He was looking down the front of her dress and leering again.

"Nice-looking body," the policeman said. "Really stuffed. You're built like a brick shithouse, baby!"

The young officer jerked her into his arms. His rain jacket pressed against her body. He kissed her mouth. She struggled to be free of him but he wouldn't allow it. His hands moved down her back and took hold of her asscheeks. He squeezed her until she gasped. She kept struggling but now the other man had joined them.

The other man looked bigger and stronger. He put his arms around her from behind. She knew what was going to happen, and she struggled frantically. It did no good. His hands slipped up and covered both her tits. He started fingering them. She had never even allowed any boy to touch her there before.

"Let's get the bitch in the van," the other man said.

They dragged her over to the back of the van. The policeman opened the back, and the other man forced her up and inside the van.

She turned and tried to scratch his face. She was scared to death. She knew she did not want to go in that van, but there was no hope. The man slapped her. He slapped her even harder on the other side of her face. She was getting dizzy.

"Stop fighting, bitch," the man said. "It won't do a fucking bit of good!"

She was scared and confused. She was being mauled as she never had been before. She was being treated like an animal. She was hearing language she had never heard, and she didn't know what to do about it.

The man got up into the back of the van with her. He forced her down on her back on the floor of the van. He grabbed one hand and snapped something metal around her wrists. He grabbed her other hand and did the same with it. He bent down and kissed her mouth. His lips were hot and hard.

She turned her head in both directions and she realized that there were two chains coming out of the sides of the van. She could move a little but not very far.

"These things are hurting me," she said.

"That's the least of your worries, baby," he said.

There was something familiar about his voice but she could still not make out his face. He closed the door of the van and found a light overhead. For the first time, the back of the van was bright.

"Bobby Hart," she said.

She had recognized him. She lived in a small town, and it was not really unexpected that she would recognize Bobby. But it was really unexpected that her captor was Bobby. Bobby had always been a very quiet young man. Very shy. Some people even said he was a little stupid.

"I never did anything to you," she said. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"You never did anything directly to me," he said. "That's true. But you did do something to every boy in this town. You walked around shaking your ass like it was made of gold. Well, you're going to start shaking your ass for me, baby. I promise you that."

"Please don't hurt me," she whispered.

"You look real good in that blue dress," he said. "I'm going to have a good time with you."

Her eyes widened in horror as Bobby came over to sit down beside her. He put his hands on her shoulders. He lowered his head and kissed her throat. His tongue slithered around the white of her throat and up to her mouth. He tried to force his tongue into her mouth but she kept her lips tightly closed.

Bobby moved his hands down from her shoulders, and he covered her titties with them. He started squeezing them. He caught them in his hands and squeezed until it was painful. Her nipples poked out at the clinging fabric. There were tears in her eyes.

"Don't do this to me," she pleaded.

"Shut up, bitch," he said. "This is your first lesson. You open your mouth when I want to give you a little tongue!"

He kept his hands locked around her titties and kept squeezing as he bent down his head. This time she opened her mouth wide and let him push his tongue deep into her throat. He tongue kissed her for a long time while his hands massaged her titties.

"I've got to see those jugs," he said.

He moved his hands up to the top of her dress. She felt her heart sink as he ripped her dress all the way down the front. The fragile fabric tore away easily. She had thought about wearing a bra that night but bra lines ruined the dress. She had decided against it. Now she wished she had worn one.

He looked down at her titties and licked his lips. He looked like some kind of animal. He bent down and let his tongue run over one of her nipples. She tried jerking away. She didn't like this. She hated him for doing this. Nobody had ever touched her there before and now he was licking at her virginal titty-flesh.

"Stop that!" she yelled.

She grew violent. She tried to move from one side to the other, but she could not escape the chains. She brought her knee up and tried to kick him, but he moved too fast.

"Stupid bitch," he said. "You hurt me and I'll fucking twist your tits off!"

He showed her that he could do it. He raised up and put both hands on her tits. He started twisting until she was moaning in pain and begging him to stop.

"Are you going to stop fighting?" he asked.

"Yes," she moaned. "I'll do it. I'll do anything!"

He stopped twisting her tits. Again he was looking down at her and lewdly licking his lips. Just his eyes made her feel shiverish all over. He was a crazy man.

"If you only knew how long I've waited for this," he said. "I've dreamed about your tits and your finelooking ass. I can't believe I'm getting what I want!"

He bent down and kissed her nipple. He gently took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple like a baby except that his mouth made lewd sucking sounds. He sucked her already-hard nipple deep into his mouth.

His teeth scraped against her fiery tit flesh. He moved his lips to her other tit. He sucked hard. He let his teeth scrape across her tit-flesh a little more. He again sucked her nipple into the back of his throat and then spit it back out.

"You've got a luscious set of knockers, baby," he said. "I'm really going to enjoy myself with them!"

He kept licking and sucking at her tits. He seemed not to hear her begging him to stop. All he cared about was the taste of her tits.

His lips left her tits. He moved his wet tongue down her body to her belly button. She couldn't help but shiver. His tongue played in her belly button for a moment.

"You're going to be great, baby," he said. "I know you're going to be fucking good!"

He slid a hand up her silken legs. He touched just at the bottom of her dress. He started moving his hand up slowly. He touched her inner thighs. She started struggling again. She was trying to move around to get his hand away. He put his other hand around her throat and started squeezing. She was gasping for breath in seconds. Then she willingly opened her legs for his searching hand.

"That's better, baby," he said.

He moved his hand all the way up between her legs. His fingers stroked up and down her cunt. Her cunt started getting wet, partially from fear.

"Oh shit," he said. "I've got to get you out of these clothes. I've got to see you completely naked, baby!"

He sat up. He found the zipper of her dress and jerked it down the rest of the way. She knew there was no hope so she didn't try to struggle. It took him some time, but he finally got her blue dress off of her. He was grinning lewdly at her.

"You're built good," he said. "Shit, you're built!"

He slid his hand down her body and into her panties. He touched her cunt lips. For the first time in her life Mona felt a hand in her panties that wasn't her own.

His fingers stroked up and down her plump cunt lips. He couldn't seem to get enough of touching her. He slid one finger into her pussy and moved it around. He took his finger and started stroking her outer cunt lips again.

"You've got a good pussy, baby," he said. "You've always had a good pussy. You should have spread it around more! A tight cunt like yours should be used!"

"Please, Bobby," she moaned. "Don't treat me like this. I'm not a whore."

"You've got a hole between your legs and that makes you a whore, baby," Bobby said.

He bent down to lick her tits again. He jabbed a finger deep into her cunt. She jumped. He took his hand out of her cunt and then started jerking her panties down her legs. He kept playing with her body as he jerked her panties completely off.

He finally had her naked. She was squirming around on the floor because she didn't want him to look at her. There was just no way she could cover herself up.

She closed her legs together again. He put one hand on her tit and caressed it gently. Then he started squeezing until she could feel the pain again.

"Now, baby," he said. "If you don't want to have your tit squeezed off, then you'll open your legs wide!"

She felt sick at herself but she opened her legs as wide as she could. She knew what was going to happen as Bobby started stroking her pussy lips again. One of his fingers stabbed inside. He started working it around until her pussy was juicy.

"You like that, bitch," he said. "I know you do. You like having your pussy played with!"

He put his hand back on her pussy. His fingers slid inside her pussy, and he started working them in and out just like he was fucking her. His fingers brushed against her clit, and his touch sent a shiver through her. She didn't like what she was feeling. She closed her eyes and fought the feelings off.

At the same time, he was sucking and licking at her creamy tits. His mouth moved from one to the other as fast as he could. He was sucking a lot of her tit flesh into his hungry mouth.

It seemed like her tits were getting swollen and achy. She closed her eyes and thought about how horrible he was treating her. This was like something out of a bad dream.

"Please don't do this to me," she kept begging him. "Please don't."

"I've wanted your pussy too long to wait, baby," he said.

He stopped sucking her tits and sat up. He was taking his clothes off. She watched in shock. She knew now it was going to happen. There was nothing she could do about it. She knew she was going to lose her cherry in the back of this awful van.

He pulled his pants down. She could see his swollen prick pushing at his shorts. He eased his shorts down, and he was completely naked. She was fascinated by his horrible looking prick. He wrapped his fingers around his prick and worked them up and down.

"You're going to love this, baby," he said. "I'm going to have your sweet cherry."

She knew he meant what he said. No amount of begging would help. He rolled over on her body. His chest crushed her tits almost flat. He kissed her mouth again, and she tasted the thrust of his tongue in her throat.

She felt his hot prick against her trembling belly. His cock was dripping cum. He reached down and guided his prick toward her pussy hole. He gave a little twist of his body, and his cockhead popped inside her.

"No!" she screamed. "Don't do this! Please!"

She was twisting her body but she couldn't get his cock out of her. He started moving forward. His cock was going inside of her. Then he fucked hard. His prick split her cherry, and his cock went all the way into her tight cunt.

His prick was deep inside her. His balls pressed against her. His cock really had her cunt stretched. It seemed like she had never been so filled before. Her fingers had never felt this full inside her.

He left his cock inside her for a long time without moving. Then he quickly began to fuck his cock in and out of her pussy. She could feel his excitement growing. She tried not to move but it was hard not moving with his big cock fucking her.

"It's too fucking good," he groaned. "You're too fucking good. I can't fucking wait. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shiiiiiit!"

He fucked her deep. His prick exploded inside her with a river of thick jism. She had never felt jism before. It seemed to fill up her cunt and run down the inside of her thighs. He kept fucking his prick into her until the last drop had drained into her.

Then she heard the knocking on the door of the van.