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 NC/rape Ff/m, f/f

   I stood by the dusty roadside with the car's hood up and a helpless
expression on my face.  The sun was out and hot in this hick southern
farmland.  I'd jacked the car more than a hundred miles and 2 states away.
The gun in my hand was concealed by the pocket of my loose skirt.  My cuffs
were in the other pocket.  My purse held my duct tape and box-cutters,
surgical scissors, a few handkerchiefs, and a toy or 2.  My clothes weren't
slutty, but my figure isn't bad and my top had some cleavage.

   I was ready.

   The first guy who stopped to help was not to my taste.  He was a big guy
with too much hair and belly and a chewing habit.  I let him find the wire
I'd loosened, allowed him the mild flirt and turned down his offer.  It
took him a while as I didn't like to make the car problem too easy.  I
didn't want disgusting, or even willing.  I shook his hand, thanked him,
moved down the road a bit and started all over.



   This time, it was a nice looking medium-built young man, driving with a
wife and wispy-haired kid in the backseat, who offered to help.  I could
see his wedding band.  Clean-shaven and fresh faced.  Just right.



   While he was buried in my hood looking for the problem, I made my way
over to his car and made like I was cootchy-cooing at the small child. 
They had a religious medal dangle from the rear-view- probably to keep
their new family safe.  The proud mother even got the kid out of his seat
for me and let me hold him. 

   Pride is a sin you know.



   I maneuvered him until I could pull my cuffs and tape without the woman
noticing.  Holding them between the boy's body and mine, I turned so the
father couldn't see what I was up to if he did look back.  I then pulled my
Ultra Compact 9mm and pointed it at the kid but away from my body.  If I'd
known there would be a kid- I would have already had my box-cutters out.

   Oh, well.  It just goes to show you can anticipate everything.

   "Don't move or make a sound unless I tell you to." I spoke softly but
with as much menace as I could.

   The woman's eyes went wide and she gave a huge gasp as if to scream but
looking at my face she decided not to test my resolve.

   "Do exactly as I say and your family will make it through this just
fine. Nod if you understand"

   She did.  Her eyes were saucers from the fear of what I could do to her
precious infant.

   "Take this tape and make a strip and put it over your mouth." She did.
"Now a start a really long strip- 4 feet at least and get one end started
around one of your wrists" She may not have been making a noise but her
mouth trembled and tears pooled in her green, green eyes.

   I checked the hubby with my eyes; he was still puttering under the hood.
The wife complied with my order, hands shaking , and I quickly wrapped the
rest of the strip around and around her wrists.  With a smidgen of effort
she could probably get loose or at least make some noise, but it made her
feel helpless and that made it less likely she would try anything.  Plus, I
just liked the way it looked on her.  "Don't move."

   I carried the infant over towards his father.  "Don't move other then to
turn around or I'll kill your son." He rose up so fast in alarm he bumped
the hood with his head and knocked it into himself.  I almost winced.  That
had to hurt.  The expression of wide-eyed fear on his face was a good sign.
Not only did that deer-in headlights look tighten my groin, it meant he was
less likely to do something stupid and get the little tyke killed.

   He turned and saw the babe and my gun.

   "You are going to get in your car, and I'm going to get into back seat
with your kid here.  If you try anything the gun will go off.  If I were
you, I'd be careful getting the car moving- you wouldn't want an accident."


   It all went smoothly.  He did exactly as I said all the while babbling
that they didn't have much money on them but that there was an ATM nearby.
Boy, was he confused!  But I liked hearing his panic.  I could see his
hands shaking on the wheel and his wife had tears trickling down her face
as she looked back and begged me with her eyes not to hurt the boy.

   I had the man pull what had been his car into an old disused farmer's
path that led through a really remote cornfield.  I'd scoped it out just a
few minutes previously.  It would suit my needs.  The man just kept
talking. He probably had visions of 3 dead bodies but I didn't think it
would have to come to that.

   As he was pulling the car over where I instructed, I took the
opportunity to pull out my box-cutters, put them in my pocket for easy
access, and then get the handcuffs and tape ready.  I told him to get out,
bend over and place his forehead against the car hood with his hands back
behind his head.  And that any notions would get him a dead family.

   After he complied, I had his wife place her already tape bound hands
behind her head and the headrest.  As she did so, I grabbed them and pulled
them down until her body was arched a bit, elbows pointed strait up. 
Believe me; I kept an eye on the husband to make sure he didn't get the
wrong idea.  I then taped her hands winding the tape round and round both
the headrest and her neck.

   "Can you breathe?"

   She nodded as much as she could.  I took off the initial gag tape
stuffed a handkerchief in and wrapped the tape around her head to hold it
in.  "Good.  Still breathing?  Ok, now I'm going to fuck your husband." Her
body jolted at that.  I left it hanging there for a second, drinking in her
fright and pain.

   "You should be able to see some of the show.  If the angle isn't always
good for you, you'll just have to forgive me.  And when I get through with
him, I'm going be back for you.  Now in all this, your son will be fine as
long as both you and your husband do everything I say.  And I do mean
everything!  O.K.?" Her crying had gotten much worse during all this but
she nodded again.

   I got out a little cautiously, leaving the now crying brat in the car
but keeping my gun up and pointed.  If there was any moment for this guy to
try something out of misplaced male pride, this was it.  But he was good
for me.  I think he was still thinking robbery, because he was giving me
the rundown on everything remotely valuable they had with them including
their wedding rings in a fairly calm voice.

   Cute.  Naive but cute.  Or maybe my gender made him think robbery as if
a girl cant want to get off just as much as a man.

   I carefully opened the front door back up and rolled the window down;
got him to sit in front of it with his back to the door, handed him my
cuffs and had him put a cuff on his left wrist.  Then I told him to put his
left hand palm up on the frame.  Keeping my eyes on him and the gun steady,
I threaded the cuffs around the front most edge of the window frame in
between the door and the front windshield and cuffed his right wrist.

   Good, I could relax a bit now.  I pulled the keys from the ignition
before the damn beeping sound drove me crazy.

   "You can kick me, bite, try to hurt me, but your family dies if you try
it in any way.  No bucking me off.  Just do as I say or pay the
consequences." I put the gun away and removed his shoes and socks,
scratching the bottom of his feet lightly with my nails, probing gently
between the toes.

   "Please, no, god, don't do anything to us..." he begged over and over. "
Jenny and David...They're my life..."

   As I bent and rummaged in my purse a while, finally finding and pulling
out my box cutters, I gave him the same rundown as I gave his wife.  His
eyes were practically bulging by the time I got finished with the
explanation.  This was way beyond his wildest imaginings.  Good.  a
headfuck was part of the deal.

   "I don't think I can do this," he mumbled with his eyes down.

   "We'll get there...but you'd better relax and start getting with the
program however you can.  Because you really don't want me to take you the
hard way." While I said that, I pulled out a studded metal cockring, a long
length of thick, rough hemp twine and a gigantic 12 inch long, fat strap-on
dildo with straps already attached and I dangled each of them in turn in
front of his horrified eyes.

   "I don't have to use any of these if you find yourself able to service
me without them, but I will get my pleasure from you one way or the other.
And 2 of these can do damage- one way you could even die if your balls
burst from me raping you with it on you.  But all this is really
unnecessary if you just try and work with me here." I leaned in and made my
voice sexy and persuasive.  "Think a little.  You can fuck me right in
front of your wife and not get blamed for it..."

   His face was so mottled, I was afraid he might have a heart attack.  His
breathing was just this side of pure panic.  He clearly didn't know what to
think or say so I told him to shut up and keep still for a while.  Think it
over while I played.  Luckily, the babe had cried himself to sleep quickly,
so the only sound was the birds and crickets and Jenny's sobs.  Pretty.

   Straddling him with my skirt pulled up to my hips and grinding on him a
moment, I made a little lap dance.  I nuzzled his neck, and sucked on his
earlobe.  God, he smelled good!  Clean man smell combined with fear.  No
cologne, just soap and water.  What a turn on!  I felt fire in my crotch
and a trickle as my cunt juices started flowing into my panties.  I ground
myself against him a little harder.

   Bringing the box-cutters carefully up between us, I started to cut off
his t-shirt.  The quote "Slowly, slowly, it's too nice a job to rush!" from
one of my favorite movies kept playing through my mind.  As I cut, I made
sure he could see my cleavage.  His chest was well shaped with some nice
muscle definition once I got it revealed and it was smooth.  I like them
like that.  Slick with fear sweat, it was rather entirely lickable so that
what I did.  I licked and nipped lightly down, finally tonguing his
nipples. I let my tongue and teeth graze each of them repeatedly and ground
on his lap a bit more, until I heard him give a small groan.  I brought my
face up to his and used my left hand to continue caressing his chest.

   I told him softly "See it doesn't have to be all bad." Had I actually
said that aloud?!  After this, I definitely had to see that movie again!

   I kissed him.  At first he held his mouth closed but I bought up my
right hand with the box-cutters and let him briefly, gently feel the
scratchy caress of the edge along the his neck.  He parted his lips for me
and let me invade his mouth with my tongue.  I probed for a bit and
continued to press my now sopping wet crotch against him.  I could begin to
feel his cock stir but it still was far from hard.

   After glancing in the car to make sure that his wife was still was alive
and kicking and not getting loose, I got off his lap and tried to cut his
blue jeans off of his narrow hips but the box-cutters wouldn't work on the
thick jeans material.  But I shoulda been a girl scout because my surgical
scissors from my purse worked like a charm.  My work slowly revealed
boxers! Another plus for me.  There is nothing quite like reaching into the
gap of a man's boxers and finding the present that Mother Nature had grown
there for me.  Feeling the heft of a man in the palm of my hand and
weighing it before bring it out into the light.  Sue me, I always unwrapped
my presents slow, too.

   This guy was well-built.  Not hard yet but as my hungry fingers brushed
and felt his dick and balls, he stirred again.  Good, I might not have to
hurt him much to get what I wanted.

   I wasn't sure of the erect size yet of course, but he sure wasn't small.
Perhaps a little slimmer then I had hoped.  But I could still be proven
wrong.  He could be a grower after all.  After playing my hand over him a
few times, and playing with his sack by rolling his balls delicately
between my fingers, I pulled him a little ways out of the front opening of
his boxers and sat back on his lap.  Now he could really feel my heat.  I
took a good deep sniff of my hand.  Not bad.

   "I promise ,baby, make me cum while you fuck me and this will be over so
quickly...  you can do it." I whispered into his ear.  "You can moan, but I
don't want another word out of you unless I ask you a question." Then I
nibbled his jaw line and neck; made my way to his ear and tongue fucked it.
Some guys would love it; some hate it.  Either way it usually worked for
me. Plus, for me it was only the second invasion of his body.  I could
hardly wait for the others.

   The man must have liked it as I could feel his cock begin to fill out
and harden just for me.  It wasn't exactly firm yet, but I was getting
somewhere and without the nasty stuff!  I straitened and opened my blouse
revealing my laces-touched breasts.  My cups were only half-cups so my
already tightly pebbled nipples peeped out at him.  His grey eyes couldn't
help but look at them the way I held them up to his face.  After a second,
I pressed my breasts in turn against his mouth, rubbing his narrow lips
with my generous nipples.

   "Suck on them gently," I commanded.  It was clear that he still couldn't
quite believe that this nightmare was happening for him; he looked dazed.

   His mouth opened for me and moved as I ordered it.  His wife's sobs
quieted as his slurping and sucking on my breasts became more audible.  She
couldn't quite see what was happening; but she could damn well hear it! 
"Ohhhhhh," I groaned and moaned as I moved my crotch back and forth over
his letting my swelling cunt lips caress and grease his growing cock with
my wet panties.  He was long and harder by the moment but still not at full
mast.  I rose up and back on my knees, and using the box-cutters ran them
up the sides of the plaid boxer cloth and removed it.  One more barrier
down.

   "Since, you are stubborn about getting all the way there for me- I think
I want some help." I pulled his sack skin then each of his balls in turn
through the cool metal cock ring and finally his cock.  Of course this was
a tight fit, given the diameter of the ring I was carrying.  But once it
was on, a little hand rub was all I needed for a plump dick to be at my
complete disposal.

   That cock was sure big enough now!  Nicer girth then I'd thought, too.
Not wanting to change position much more, I reached back for my handy dandy
scissors and cut across the crotch of my dime store panties.  I placed the
now purpling head of his reluctant cock at my eager entrance.

   This guy's face was a trip, flushed, conflicted between his unwilling
but very real arousal and his apparently fervent devotion to his wife and
wedding vows.  Glorious.  Lowering myself oh so slowly down on the cock was
a pleasure so intense, I came immediately.

   After my walls had stopped trying prematurely to milk him, I began my
ride.  Slow at first then faster and faster.  He began to move with me,
reluctant but unable to resist the sensations from his tightly contained
cock.  My bouncing put the top of my head in and out of range of his wife's
stricken eyes.  It didn't take long for me to come; what with all the
adrenaline, I even got a double for my trouble.  The bigger one almost blew
the top of my head off.

   My cunt must have milked the dude well and good, because he came just
after me.  Shoot a wad just as I was separating our bodies.  It must have
upset him as I thought I saw tears swim in his eyes.  Dipping my finger in
the cream that had shot over his legs, I touched it to his lips.  "Want a
taste?" He tried to turn his head away but I smeared it across his mouth
anyway and laughed.  I took my toy off his only partially deflated prick.

   "Maybe your wife will find the taste more familiar." I scooped up some
more.

   "No...  Please, leave her alone!" A panicked note in his voice kept me
smiling.

   "That was rhetorical.  - No more talking for you." I applied my handy
duct tape around his mouth and head.  "Now move up on the hood of your
car." I had placed his hands carefully and with a little help from me he
got his nude body up and draped across the hood, though he was face down of
course.  It being sunny, it might have been more then just a touch warm for
him, but now his wife and he could look at each other through the
windshield.

   His legs stuck out towards the passenger side edge.  I went around and
climbed up and perched on his upper thighs.  He had a luscious butt.  Some
men don't have much of an ass, and many have too much; his made me feel
like Goldilocks- just right!  His buns were downright edible.  But first I
just grabbed a handful of each globe.  They fit my hands well.  I touched
and caressed them; then bent over and whispered near his ear.

   "Do you like you ass licked.  Does your lovely Jenny take care of you
back there?" He started to struggle and try to through me off.  I guess
he'd never tried those sorts of games.  "It's my tongue or my trusty strap
on, your choice.  Now will you take my tongue?" He stilled and after a
moment nodded.  I lowered down across his body and between his legs.  My
mouth nipped its way as I went.

   I met his wife's reddened terrified eyes as I licked and sucked at his
body.  Lets just day she was not a happy camper.  That turned my crank
though.

   My hands spread his cheeks and gazed at his assbud.  Clean and tight.  I
stuck my tongue out and played the tip of it over the rim of his hole.  He
tried to tighten against me but I just spanked him a couple of good hard
thwacks.  Two handprints appeared against his pale skin.

   Tempting but I had other things in mind.

   I spread his cheeks again and this time he didn't resist my probing
tongue.  I played around the bud a little then I wedged my tongue as far as
I could inside him.  I tongue fucked him for a minute then rose up and wet
one forefinger in my mouth.  I placed it at his back entrance and slowly
push my way in.  He tried to buck for a second time but then must have
thought better of it because he stilled again.  Or maybe he just was
surprised at how my finger felt as I hooked it around his prostate.  I
tapped it gently all the while watching his wife who was watching me finger
fuck him.  I wondered if things would ever be the same between them.

   I hoped not.

   I had him roll his body back a little so that little Jenny could get a
better view.  Surprisingly his cock was coming up for more.  I played for a
few more moments, repositioning him on his back with his legs up on the
hood for more.  I doubted he'd get quite hard enough for another ride but
the fun of playing at it would work for me.  But soon enough I tired at the
game.  Guys!  Anyway, time to kick it up a notch!  "Don't move and keep
your eyes open, you never know when I might give a quiz."

   I got up and went to sweet Jenny.  That position I had put her in had to
be painful.  A threat or two later while sitting straddling her lap, I
pulled cut the gag loose and removed it.  Her man had to watch me kiss her.


   Surprisingly, Jenny didn't seem nearly as reluctant as he had to open to
my mouth and tongue.  We kissed some then my mouth moved down her neck and
into her cleavage, nuzzling.  Her blouse went the way of his clothes.  Her
breasts were perky and tipped off by rosy-brown nipples, succulent as
strawberries.  My mouth was drawn to each one, sucking and teasing until I
got them up.  She was still crying and quivering her chin but her breathing
had quickened.  She was a responsive little bitch however much this wasn't
what she wanted.  I kneaded her breasts gently yet with a firm touch and
let their weight and softness thrill me.  I loved tugging on those mounds
and straddling one of her thighs; ground myself on it.  A bit of friction
against her and I felt all tingly once more.

   Adrenaline and hormones make the very best cocktail!

   I told her I'd let her loose but she had to cooperate or else.  The
scissors cut her free but it didn't last for long as I soon had her out of
the car but with her wrists taped behind her back.  She could have tried to
run but that would have left her man and baby with me.  Jenny didn't even
try it.

   It was almost disappointing.  First her clothes were cut off with the
exception of the cute silky panties which I slipped slowly down her body.
They were a keeper.  I had her lean over the hood and start some suck
action with hubby.  Watching her face bury itself in her splayed-out
husband's crotch was a pleasure.

   My thigh pushed her legs apart and I touched her private self.  Not
exactly sopping wet but defiantly a little damp.  With her thighs still
parted by mine, my fingers played with her cunt lips, tugging and pulling
softly on the sensitive flesh.  Wetting them with my saliva, I let two
fingers push their way inside her and reached around her to play with her
clit.  My expert hand had her body going in no time, whatever her mind
wanted.

   I could tell because her movements on her husband's cock started getting
a bit more energetic...Time for my favorite toy.

   My favorite dildo in its single strap harness.  Luckily for Jen it
wasn't the one I scared her husband with.  Now, once upon a time, a dildo
would be exclusively for the pleasuring of one's partner and the
satisfaction that brings some people.  But now dildos could do so much
more. My Divine Rod double penetrating model let me piston into anyone I
wanted to fuck and yet gave my own insides a thrill.  I lifted my skirt
again and strapped it on, inserting my end inside me.

   Girlfriend was sucking him down until I positioned my tip at her
entrance.  She stiffened but then I slipped slowly inside her.  After
making sure the angle had my toy right up against my g-spot, I started a
rhythmic stroke.  Fucking her was fucking myself-literally.  There are
these nifty little notches to rub my clit against with the Rod, so it
wasn't long before I came again.

   I even think Jen might have come- but I didn't ask.  Some things should
be private.  My fingers were coated with her juices, though, so just
maybe...  I withdrew and knelt behind her, spreading her legs even wider.
My mouth tasted her- yes her hole was sweet!  I lapped a bit enjoying the
flavor and her squirming, and then decided to share.

   Stuffing my fingers into her and getting them good and covered, I
stepped around to the other side of the car.  Taking off the tape, I put my
pussy coated fingers in hubby's mouth.

   "I'm sure you already know how good Jenny tastes, but now you know she
tastes just as good for me...Suck them good.  Give me some tongue action."
His lips wrapped around my fingers and played with them, mimicking Little
Jen's head motions.  I used the other hand to rub and tug on myself until I
got off one last time.  It was only a little pulse after all the other
times but still good.

   "Jenny, I'm sorry but you have to stop now and back up a few feet."

   I put on Jenny's panties.  They were a trifle loose on me but not by
much.

   "These will be my trophy from all this, Jenny.  I'll be using them for a
while and think of you every time I put them on, I promise.  I'll keep them
nice and wet.  Oh and dude, just so you so know, they were already wet from
your wife when I put them on!"

   God, the guy was crying...  what a wuss!  Readying my gun, I picked up
all my toys and got into the driver's side.  I told the guy, "Now this is
how it will play.  I'm going to release one cuff and you will roll off the
hood towards the front.  I will back the car up a couple hundred yards and
put the kid out.  Then I'll head away from here and this will end happy for
you...considering.  If you do anything wrong, it's not too late for your
family life to end abruptly."

   And that's the way it went.  I ditched the car and stole another a
couple towns over.  I still wonder if when they report the car, they had
the guts to report the rapes.

   Now I'm heading somewhere I can find a midnight showing of that movie
and planning my next caper.  Next time I'm hoping for some big but not
disgusting lug with an attitude.  That way I won't have to be so nearly so
nice.

   You know, all that and I forgot to get the guys name!