Bubba Seizes the Day

Copyright Dave Haugen 2002

M/F rape torture


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Part 3

The Madison family was full of worry.  It had been 
around 8:30 PM the previous night when anyone had last 
heard from Jennifer.  Several police officers were at 
the Madison household, asking questions, and beginning 
the investigation that had been reported around midnight 
when Jennifer failed to return home and the police were 
notified.

Jennifer's parents were in the kitchen, answering 
several questions from two police detectives.  They had 
both decided to take their days off from work, tired and 
worried after staying up all night, trying to call 
anyone and everyone who knew Jennifer, and who might 
have any idea as to her whereabouts.  In the Madison 
living room, another series of questions was being asked 
and answered.

Katie Nelson, Jennifer's best friend in the whole world, 
was busy answering questions from two other detectives.  
Her boyfriend Matt sat by her side, holding her hand, 
noticing how much Katie was trembling as she talked 
about the two hours she and Jennifer had spent together 
yesterday night, before Jennifer had headed over to the 
gymnasium to do her gymnastics, as she always had three 
or four days a week.

Katie and Matt were all-American kids.  Both aged 19, 
they were in their second year of university, taking a 
lot of the same classes as Jennifer.  They had been good 
friends of Jennifer's for years, since elementary 
school.  In fact, it was Jennifer's matchmaking which 
helped bring the two of them together in high school, 
and they had been an item ever since.  Katie had been 
instantly attracted to Matt's boyish good looks.  Matt 
was about 6 feet tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, 
trademarks passed down to him from his Swedish/Icelandic 
ancestors.  He was in excellent shape, making him the 
perfect candidate for one of the starting wide receivers 
for the University's football team.

Matching his good looks and excellent physical 
condition, Katie too was extremely attractive.  Her slim 
5 foot 4, 120 pound body was in great shape, as she and 
Jennifer had exercised together for years, challenging 
each other to keep their bodies in the tip-top shape 
they were in.  Her blonde hair was in a sharp contrast 
to Jennifer's brown hair, but their attitudes were very 
similar....rather snotty with people they didn't care 
anything about, but very good to each other.
Matt encouraged Katie to continue answering questions 
from the detectives.

Outside in the yard, Jennifer's 21 year old brother 
Jason Madison was sitting on a lawn chair discussing the 
entire situation with his girlfriend Erica, his best 
friend Brandon, and Jennifer's ex-boyfriend Stu.  Jason 
and Brandon had also been best friends for years.  They 
would do anything for each other, and Brandon promised 
Jason that he would do anything to help locate his 
sister.  Erica sat in between Jason's legs, resting her 
elbows on his knees, teaming up to help the two men toss 
some ideas around.  Even Stu, Jennifer's ex-boyfriend of 
only four months ago, was there, offering his 
assistance.

Stu had dumped Jennifer four months ago after they had 
dated for almost a year, when they were both freshmen at 
the University.  Jennifer had immediately caught Stu's 
eye, as well as every other male in the freshmen class, 
but Stu was one of the first to make his move.  Dating 
Jennifer was no easy task, as her snottiness and 
arrogance was hard to tolerate at times, but Stu held 
out, knowing that when he was finally able to get into 
Jennifer's pants, it would be well worth the abuse he 
had to take in the relationship.  The problem was that 
Jennifer continuously resisted his advances, time and 
time again.  It would drive Stu crazy.  They would be 
laying on the sofa in his dorm room, passionately making 
out, with Jennifer running her hands all over his 
bulging crotch, but just before Stu could get to open 
them up, she would stop him, telling him that he would 
have to wait.  Over and over, Stu heard the same story.  
She didn't even let him eat her out, not even once.  He 
did have two fingers inside of her on numerous 
occasions, but that was as far as Jennifer would let him 
go, and he would end up having to lick the juices off of 
his fingers when she turned her head to put her shirt 
and pants back on.  It drove him absolutely wild, and 
finally, he ended up dumping her, not wanting to cheat 
on her, and not wanting to wait any longer for the 
prize.  Stu was rather miffed when Jennifer took the 
break up almost too easily, saying that it was for the 
best, but that they would always be good friends.  Stu 
felt as though she had been leading him on for the 
entire year they had dated, and that she never had any 
intentions at all of letting him sleep with her.  And he 
had forked over a lot of cash from his wallet and credit 
cards on Jennifer's exorbant spending patterns.  It 
drove Stu wild, and following the breakup, he went on a 
three month sex binge, sucking and fucking any female 
that would open her legs for him.  Luckily, Stu had the 
looks to always draw them in, and he felt better about 
the whole thing.  He really didn't hate Jennifer, but he 
certainly cared enough to be here for Jason, who had 
been a good friend to him in the past year, while he 
dated his sister.

Jennifer and Jason's little 15 year old sister Phoebe 
Madison joined the foursome, curious about the whole 
incident, and about what her older brother and his 
friends were discussing.  Phoebe was a bright 
inquisitive teenager, with a good heart and possessing 
an energetic precociousness that surrounded her.  When 
she spoke, people sometimes forgot they were talking to 
a child and not an adult.  Phoebe was very intelligent, 
and had the mind of a young budding detective.  Jason 
used to tell people that Phoebe came right out of 
Salinger's Catcher in the Rye.  Phoebe listened in 
carefully to the conversation.

"Man, I tell you, there's got to be something Katie can 
remember about last night.", thought Jason aloud.  "She 
was the last person to see Jennifer around, maybe she 
noticed something, anything."

"I hope you're right.  If Katie knows anything, at least 
it gives us somewhere to start from," replied Brandon.  
"I feel as helpless as you do Jay, it's like we're just 
sitting around waiting, it's driving me crazy."

Jason nodded, worried to death about his younger sister.  
The worst thoughts were going through his mind, but 
privately he hoped that there would be a reasonable 
explanation to her disappearance when the truth finally 
came out.  Although, he was having a tough time coming 
up with any reason at all that 19 year old Jennifer 
wouldn't have come home without calling or leaving a 
message.

Suddenly, Phoebe spoke out, causing all four heads to 
turn her way.  "I think we should go to the University 
and investigate the places that Jen was at last night 
because maybe we could find a clue or something."  
Brandon smiled and rubbed Phoebe's head..."Thanks for 
your help Nancy Drew, it's good to have you on the 
case."  Jason, Erica and Stu smiled, but Phoebe did not 
like feeling as though she was being talked down to or 
being treated condescendingly.  "I'm not joking 
Brandon." was her reply.

"Hey look," interrupted Brandon, "Here comes Katie and 
Matt."  Everyone stood up and approached the two of 
them, noticing that Katie was wiping tears from her 
eyes, being held supportively by Matt.

"Jason, I'm so so sorry!  I wish I knew more, I wish I 
could say something that would help!" cried Katie as 
Matt continued to hold her.

"Katie, this is NOT your fault." consoled Jason.  "You 
didn't do anything wrong.  All we know is that Jen 
disappeared sometime after she left you at campus, and 
we need to find out where she might have gone, or who 
she might have gone to see."

Matt shook his head, as he held his girlfriend tightly. 
"The police want us to return to campus with them to go 
over some of the places that Jen and Katie hung out at.  
We're going there right now, do you want to come?"

"Heck ya, I totally want to go.  I wanted to stay here 
and call up some of Jen's friends but I'd rather go with 
you two." replied Jason.

Erica stood up and said "Jason, why don't you go with 
Matt and Katie to the University, and I'll stay here 
with Brandon and Stu, and maybe we can call up those 
names that you have on your list.  You'll probably be 
more valuable over there anyway, and if we come up with 
something or need you, we'll just call your cell."

Jason smiled at Erica.  Not only was she incredibly 
attractive, with her shoulder length brown hair, her 
blue eyes, her tall 5 foot 8 stature, and her curvaceous 
body, but she had a heart of gold.  He loved her so 
much, for her strength, her support and her love.  
"Thanks Erica, you're the best.  Ok Matt, Katie, I'll 
come with you." replied Jason.  Phoebe jumped up with 
excitement at the chance to do some detective work.

"Jason!!!!  I want to come too!!!!" said Phoebe 
excitedly as she leapt up to his side, eager to do 
anything she could to help find her big sister.  "Ok 
squirt, come on." said Jason as he kissed Erica good 
bye.  Erica, Brandon and Stu went back into the house to 
start the phone calling while Jason and Phoebe hopped 
into the backseat of Matt's car, and Matt drove them off 
to the University campus.

*****

Meanwhile, back at Charlie's Gym, Bubba smiled as he 
prepared to wake his tiny sleeping beauty, laying so 
peacefully on the gymnastics floor mat.  Bubba walked 
over to Jennifer's quiet body, making no noises but a 
steady in and out breathing noise.  Man she must be 
exhausted, thought Bubba.  Just watching that strenuous 
exercise made him tired.  Oh well, he was ready to watch 
some more, although he was quite sure his little victim 
would not be feeling quite as enthusiastic.

"Yo girl!  Jenny girl!!  Wake up wake up wake up!  Up 
you wake up you wake up you wake!" shouted Bubba in a 
loud booming voice.  Instantly Jennifer sat to 
attention, like some disciplined Marine private rising 
to the sound of a bugle call.  It took her a few 
milliseconds to register exactly where she was, but when 
she saw the large menacing black body above her, well, 
like Celine Dion crooned, it was all coming back to her.

"Oh God, please, no more!!!" begged Jennifer as she 
looked up at Bubba with a set of sad, pleading eyes.  
Bubba smiled as he knelt down on one knee next to her, 
watching her tremble and flinch with every movement of 
his body.  He loved the feeling of incredible power.

"Good morning sunshine!  Did ya have a good nap?  Ready 
for some exercise?  Ha ha ha!" taunted Bubba as he 
helped her stand to her feet.  Instantly, Jennifer 
reached down to her stomach.

"Oh God I have to pee so badly...please!!" she stammered 
as she stepped from one foot to another.  Bubba chuckled 
to himself and replied..."Dontcha mean, that ol' Bubba 
has to pee so badly?  After all, that is my piss flowing 
through ya girl.  So technically it's me that has to 
pee.  I thought you was a college girl?  Didntcha take 
any sciences yet Jenny?"

Jennifer stared back at him with a flash of hatred, 
ready to give him a piece of her mind.  But of course, 
she didn't dare say anything, not wanting any more 
punishments.  Unfortunately for her, it was the look on 
her face that gave her thoughts away.  Angrily, Bubba 
grabbed her by one of her still tender nipples and began 
to pull her after him as he started to walk away.  
Jennifer howled in pain, as she clenched his wrist with 
both hands in a futile effort to dislodge his fingers 
from her sore, swollen nipple, but to no avail.

"Please, I can't take the hurting anymore!!!  It 
hurts...please!!!" begged Jennifer as Bubba led her into 
the shower room area after grabbing her duffle bag.  
Bubba let go of her nipple finally, causing her to pull 
her hands to her chest, to somehow alleviate the 
horrible statements of pain that her nipple was sending 
to her brain.  Bubba tossed the pair of white cotton 
panties that Jennifer had been wearing before she had 
ever changed into her green leotard at the University.  
The panties bounced off of Jennifer, and fell to the 
floor.  Confused, Jennifer looked down at the panties, 
then back up at Bubba.

"Go on girl, take off that gym outfit and put those 
panties on now!!  You're gonna get punished for acting 
like such a bitch.  I didn't like that face you gave me 
back there girl.  Haven't you learned your lesson yet??  
It's your bitchy attitude that got your ass into this 
situation in the first place!"

Without any argument or resistance, Jennifer sadly 
picked up the pair of panties from the floor, knowing 
that it would be pointless to argue against his 
decision.  Once the panties were in her hands, Jennifer 
expected Bubba to leave the room, or at least turn 
around while she took off her leotard.  "Well?"  
Jennifer asked innocently.

Bubba couldn't believe it!!  Was she actually waiting 
for him to leave the room before following his orders?  
"Excuse me Jenny girl, I gave you an order.  Take that 
gym shit off your body RIGHT NOW and get those panties 
ON!  This aint no time for modesty!  I've already seen 
everything you have to offer, there aint no surprises 
left.  So hop to it!" said Bubba sternly, as Jennifer 
angrily started to pull the straps of the outfit off of 
her shoulders, and pulled it down to her waist.  Bubba 
noticed that she seemed to have a tough time with the 
next step of pulling her leotard all the way down to the 
floor and stepping out of them.  However, Jennifer did 
just that, and Bubba watched in awe as she revealed her 
entire naked body to him, in its full glory.  Man oh 
man, thought Bubba, that was definitely not the body of 
a 19 year old, it was teenager nookie pure and simple.  
Jennifer was underdeveloped, and he loved the petite 
figure that stood before him, now quickly dressed in 
panties, as Jennifer had quickly put them on, not 
wanting him to stare at her nakedness any longer than he 
had to.  She noticed the bulging in his pants, and 
didn't want to do anything to take his mind off of the 
promise he had made her about not raping her.

"Ok girl, you wanted to piss?  You're gonna get to piss.  
Step into that shower."  Jennifer was confused as Bubba 
pushed her into a small shower that had three walls and 
one curtain covering the entrance, which Bubba had torn 
off.  The entire showering area was only about four feet 
by four feet.  With Bubba's huge body standing in the 
entrance, Jennifer was most certainly trapped.

"I...I thought you said I could go to the bathroom?" 
said Jennifer in a childish like manner that only served 
to intensify Bubba's lust.  Bubba laughed.  "Yes, you 
can go girl.  I'll letcha."

Jennifer stood there, without any clue as to what Bubba 
was talking about.  All she knew was that her bladder 
was aching to explode, full of his pee that she was 
dying to rid herself of.  "But, I have panties on!  I 
have to take them off!"

"Still arguing eh bitch?  Well argue about this!" said 
Bubba as he lunged forward with his fingers, rolling 
Jennifer's nipples into hard little nubs by painfully 
twisting them in both directions like he was madly 
searching for his favorite radio program on two 
different radios.  Jennifer screamed and moaned as her 
nipples became filled and pointy against her will, and 
then she gasped for air as Bubba placed the two nipple 
clamps on her, one for each nipple.  Unfortunately for 
her, she temporarily lost it.

"Fuck you son of a bitch!!!" Jennifer managed to get out 
before the censorship neurons in her head fired up, 
protecting her id from saying anything else that would 
get her in even more trouble.  Bubba smiled a big white 
toothy grin as he heard those words.

"You're in a whole lotta fuckin' trouble now Jenny girl.  
I'd piss your panties now like I've been telling you to 
do for the past five minutes." said Bubba surprisingly 
and calmly.  Knowing she had zero options at this 
moment, she picked the one she needed to pick.  A stream 
of pee began flowing from her tiny pee hole into her 
panties, soaking and staining the material with urine, 
and spurting out from between the waist bands, running 
down her legs, and into the shower drainage hole below 
her.  It was incredibly humiliating for Jennifer as she 
felt the hot urine running down her legs, and her 
panties becoming completely soaked.  Bubba smiled, 
knowing that most of the urine coming out of her was 
his.  He thought of her as his little coffee filter and 
chuckled.  When she was finished, Bubba then told her to 
remove the panties.  Jennifer complied immediately, 
wanting those sticky things off of her.  Bubba took them 
carefully from her by holding the waist band, one of the 
few places where the urine had not soaked through the 
cotton material.

"Now, since you keep having these verbal outbursts 
Jenny, I'm gonna have to plug a couple of holes, and 
we'll start with this one." said Bubba as he lunged 
forward and pulled her ponytail back, and began to cram 
the urine soaked panties into her mouth.  Jennifer tried 
to resist but it was a hopeless battle, and eventually, 
the panties were completely inside her mouth, her urine 
and Bubba's urine soaking over her tongue, trickling 
down her throat, pooling in between her teeth, and 
reaching every little cell inside her entire cheek 
cavity.  The taste was horrible and Jennifer was forced 
to relive her urine-tasting again, this time, no matter 
how hard she tried, the taste was there.

"Now Jenny, you're a mess, sweat, piss, pussy juices, 
you need a shower girl." said Bubba as he undid her 
ponytail.  Despite the severe pain emanating from her 
nipples, Jennifer reached forward to turn on the water, 
just wanting to feel clean again somehow, but Bubba 
stopped her.  "Don't you be worrying about that, ol 
Bubba here will be on temperature control.  You just be 
worrying about soapin' up and shampooing." said Bubba as 
he turned the water on to a nice warm setting.  The 
cascading water coming from the shower was set to a 
rather high pressure, but the warmth and cleanness of it 
actually made Jennifer feel good.  She reached over to 
get the big bar of deodorant soap laying on the soap 
holder, and began to lather up her hands and her skin.  
It felt wonderful to have her odors washed away down the 
drain....it almost felt too wonderful, thought Jennifer, 
just knowing there had to be a catch.  And of course, 
there was.

She noticed the water temperature starting to drop, 
becoming cooler and cooler.  She turned her head towards 
Bubba who was slowly turning the shower level towards C, 
with a big smile on his face.  "Don't stop now girl, you 
got a lotta cleanin' to do.  That is, unless you want ol 
Bubba to do it for you?  I've got a tool here in my 
pants that's great for cleaning those hard to reach 
places like those deep folds in your pussy and your 
asshole.  Wanna try it?"

Instantly, and despite the cooling water, Jennifer 
resumed her lathering at an increased velocity.  It 
wasn't easy as she began to shiver and little goosebumps 
started to pop up and down her flesh as the water was 
now moving just past the zone of comfortablility.  Now 
it was just getting colder and colder.  The little mmmmm 
sounds coming from Jennifer's mouth as she was pleading 
with Bubba not to drop the temperature anymore was music 
to Bubba's ears.

"What's that??  You don't like it so cold?" mocked 
Bubba.  Jennifer replied by shaking her head no, her 
matted hair clinging seductively to her cheek.  She 
looked so erotic like this, her nipple clamps tugging 
down on her swollen nipples with every movement, her 
panties crammed into her mouth, and cold water dripping 
down her goosebumpy body, that Bubba decided he was 
going to finally have to rape her tonight.  She had 
caused the sperm production in his balls to quadruple, 
and he knew he would have a huge load built up to dump 
anywhere on or in this tight nubile body that he wanted.  
And he knew he just couldn't wait.  After all...who or 
what could stop him?

Bubba started to turn the water ever so slowly back to 
the H direction, and Jennifer continued her soaping.  
However, Bubba now didn't stop at the nice warm level 
that Jennifer wanted....he was turning it hotter and 
hotter!  Again, Jennifer noticed the severe temperatures 
approaching and again ,she turned to Bubba.  Trying to 
escape the now uncomfortable hot water that was pounding 
her skin from the shower head above, she tried to move 
towards Bubba, who of course was not in the line of 
fire.

"Hey get back there girl!" shouted Bubba as he pushed 
her back, but she kept coming towards him, the pain 
sensors in her mind telling her to leave now!  Bubba was 
pissed off, so he pulled out the inflatable dildo and 
held it up....it was like magic!  Jennifer's mind made a 
quick choice of the lesser of the two evils, and she 
backed up, back into the now hot stream of water, steam 
emanating from the shower stall everywhere, and Bubba 
smiled again.

"Looks like you don't like my toys Jenny.  That's ok, 
you made your choice.  But step outta that water one 
more time and this thing is going places, got it?" 
laughed Bubba as she stood under the hot water that was 
just hot enough to send pain sensors in her brain firing 
off, but not hot enough to burn her.  Her skin was 
turning a bright red, Bubba noticed.  "Shampoo time!!  
Get that shampoo out, I want some nice silky clean hair 
on your head."

Jennifer reached for the shampoo and dumped a glob onto 
her hand, then proceeded to massage it through her hair.  
"Ok bitch, you didn't like the hot water, lets try the 
cold again." said Bubba.  This time, he had no plans for 
gradual decelerations, rather, he simply turned the 
shower dial ALL the way to C in one millisecond.

Jennifer straightened out her body and let out a loud 
mmmmmmmm as she instantly froze as though she had been 
paralyzed.  The ice cold water was hitting her hot skin 
at full force.  Jennifer knew the consequences of moving 
from that spot and it required every ounce of strength 
and energy to simply stand there and tolerate the icy 
water that was making her life a living, if rather 
frozen, hell.  She just had to avoid anything else put 
into her pussy, it was still too sore to take anything, 
so she willed herself to take the water.

"Come on girl, the longer it takes to shampoo the hair, 
the longer you'll have to go through this..." and on the 
word "this", Bubba cranked the water back to the H 
level, not all the way, but just to the level where he 
knew it wouldn't burn her.  Again, Jennifer's body was 
forced to cope with the sudden and violent change in 
temperatures.  Finishing her shampooing was not a 
pleasant task as Bubba forced the water to each extreme 
about 10 more times before he finally pulled her soapy 
clean body out.

"Get back into that leotard girl.  It's gymnastics time 
again, and then we're going to have a very special 
lunch!  Let's move it!" ordered Bubba, as Jennifer put 
on her green leotard again, wishing it was as clean and 
fresh smelling as she was.  Once on, Bubba removed the 
nipple clamps and had her replace her hair into the 
scrunchie.

He then led her back into the training room where he had 
her hop up onto the balance beam, straddling it as 
though she were riding a horse.  Bubba noticed that her 
legs were not long enough to touch the floor, and that 
she was using her hands to keep from having her entire 
weight placed against her crotch.  That gave Bubba an 
idea.  He placed several phone books on each side of the 
beam so Jennifer could stand on them while sitting on 
it.  Jennifer's heart was beating faster, not knowing 
what was planning on doing.  Bubba then instructed 
Jennifer to hold her arms straight out to the sides.  He 
placed one hoop over each wrist and told her to swing 
them in big circles.  Jennifer immediately did as he 
commanded, and Bubba admired the strength and youthful 
energy her tiny body possessed.  After a few minutes, 
Bubba noticed that her arms were tiring, so he decided 
to give her some more incentive.  He returned with the 
huge power vibrator, the one that he could barely touch 
in his fingers when it was turned on, and he ordered her 
to stand up a little.  He laid the vibrator on top of 
the beam, just under her crotch, and then turned it on.  
The vibrator instantly bounced off the beam like it was 
a toy and fell to the floor, humming away violently.

"Hey girl, you keep that toy ON the balance beam with 
your crotch, got it??" commanded Bubba as he turned the 
crazy thing off just so he could hold it again.  He 
placed it back on the beam in the off position and had 
Jennifer settle her crotch down onto it.  Once it was 
held firmly to the beam by Jennifer's delicious 
underparts, Bubba turned it on again.  Jennifer's knees 
shot up like she was on fire as the buzzing was simply 
too much for her to stand.  Angrily, Bubba grabbed the 
long metallic flexible ruler that he had purchased from 
the grocery store, and whipped her nicely rounded ass 
cheeks with it!!!

Jennifer groaned in pain through her asscheeks, and 
Bubba was forced to again turn off the dildo, and pick 
it up off the floor again.  "Hmmm, we'll have to keep 
this thing there somehow." thought Bubba outloud as he 
decided on how to accomplish his task.  Having Jennifer 
continue to stand, he placed the vibrator inside her 
crotch band, so that it was making direct contact with 
Jennifer's little pussy lips.  The band kept it in 
place, a little sideways, but still basically front to 
back, parallel to the balance beam.  He then had 
Jennifer place her weight down again, so that she was 
sitting on it.  Once seated, Bubba removed enough phone 
books to have her planted firmly on the vibrator with no 
way to stand up.  It rolled her back and forth a little 
but the phone books were still in place to allow her to 
use her feet to keep the balance, yet it would be 
impossible for her to dislodge her crotch from its firm 
position on the vibrator.  Smiling, Bubba took the hoops 
from her and handed her a couple of five pound weights.  
He instructed her to hold one in each hand, again 
straight away from her to her left and right sides, and 
that she was NOT to lower her arms for any reason.  If 
she did, the ass whipping he was about to give her ass 
would seem like a trip to Disneyworld.

Now for the moment of truth, thought Bubba as he turned 
on the vibrator once again.  Instantly, Jennifer began 
thrashing and moaning as the vibrator relentlessly 
thrummed through her entire crotch area from her clit 
down her pussy lips to her asshole.  She was literally 
riding the balance beam, like some demented remodified 
wooden pony torture.  The vibrations made her stomach 
muscles clench, tighten and release over and over again.  
Bubba watched with fascination as Jennifer began 
sweating again, wiggling her tight little ass over the 
vibrator, squishing her pussy lips and her clit on it.  
She was using the phone books to kind of push her from 
one side to the other, and it was actually helping her 
muscles build up slowly on a path which would ultimately 
lead to a thundering overwhelming orgasm!  Bubba knew 
that would soon happen, so he started to slam the ruler 
into her luscious ass cheeks over and over again.  To 
Jennifer, the sparks of pain in her ass was only somehow 
helping her erotically intensifying feelings spread 
throughout her body.  The mixed sensations of pain and 
pleasure was driving her over the edge.  Her arms ached 
holding the weights, but that too only seemed to help 
push her along to the orgasm she so needed.  It felt 
wonderful, thought Jennifer, after all this pain to 
finally have some pleasure!

Bubba noticed her moaning and building up, and he 
enjoyed spanking her ass hard with the ruler, while she 
rocked back and forth over the vibrator.  Her nipples 
had peaked to two hard points, and her crotch was 
dampening again from her aroused secretions.  Now, 
thought Bubba, wouldn't it be nice if I could time this 
just right........

.....and when it seemed appropriate, Bubba turned off 
the vibrator.  Jennifer was outraged!!  She was just 
about to release, her orgasm had been so close, and now 
she was left with an agonizing frustration, as her 
muscles slowly began to unclench, and her body was being 
brought back down before having a chance to give her the 
immense pleasure she had so wanted.  That fucking creep! 
thought Jennifer!  How the fuck could he do that to me!!  
Jennifer wanted to kill him for bringing her so close to 
the pinnacle of pleasure, only to deny her!  The 
throbbing in her stomach was so frustrating, so she 
tried to bring herself off by leaning forward and 
rubbing her clit back and forth against the vibrator.  
It was starting to work, yesssss, thought Jennifer as 
she rubbed faster and faster, but again she was horribly 
denied when Bubba yanked her off the beam.

"Sorry Jenny girl, I want your first cum with me to be 
special.  HA HA HA!!!!"  laughed Bubba as he dragged her 
into the kitchen.  "I don't know about you, but I'm 
getting hungry, so whaddaya say we grab some lunch?" 
laughed Bubba as Jennifer's nipple was again used as a 
leash to pull her through the gym.  Jennifer wanted 
Bubba dead in the worst way, but her thoughts of hatred 
quickly turned to fear when she saw what he had planned 
for her, all lined up in the kitchen!

*****

Matt pulled his car into the Engineering carpark at the 
University, and he, Katie, Jason and Phoebe stepped 
outside.  They arrived at the education building food 
court, the place where only one night ago Katie and 
Jennifer had stopped for a quick lite snack before 
Jennifer parted to work out in the gymnasium before 
heading home.  Katie began to tremble when she thought 
of how she might have been able to somehow prevent 
Jennifer's disappearance if she had done something, 
anything, differently last night.  A feeling of guilt 
swept over Katie's stomach.  Noticing Katie's 
uncomfortable movements, Matt tenderly held her in his 
arms, whispering that everything was going to be okay.  
Katie smiled at Matt, thankful that he was there to 
support her through this, but she couldn't shake the 
feeling that there wouldn't be a happy end to the 
resolution of this mystery.

The foursome approached several detectives who were 
interviewing some of the people in the food court.  
Katie was asked several questions about Jennifer's 
demeanor that night, and about whether she had noticed 
anything odd or unusual about either Jennifer or the 
people around her.  Katie struggled to recall anything 
that was strange about that night, but nothing came to 
mind.  Jennifer had seemed to be so happy and was simply 
being her normal boisterous bubbly self as she headed 
over towards the education gymnasium.  Katie started to 
cry again, and Matt held her, as Jason smiled kindly 
into her eyes, to let her know that everything was okay, 
and that this wasn't her fault.

They all walked through the education building until 
they reached the gymnasium.  Again, Katie was asked more 
questions by the police detectives, and she explained 
what she knew.  Jennifer's routine was simple.  Several 
nights a week, she would come to the gym to practice her 
gymnastics routines, and to exercise.  The only 
difference was that last night, because of their meeting 
in the food court, Jennifer went to the gym much later 
than usual.  Katie remembered telling her that she 
wouldn't have enough time to get in a full work out as 
the education building closed at 10 pm, but that 
Jennifer had said that she wanted to get in as much as 
she could, so she was going to go there anyways.

Jason and Matt, as well as the two police detectives 
were eagerly listening for any potential clues in 
Katie's story.  Phoebe however, was not.  Her attentions 
were in focused on an entirely different matter.

About twenty feet away from where the group stood with 
the police detectives and herself, Phoebe noticed 
something that really bothered her.  And in a very 
strange way.

A large black man, Phoebe estimated to be about 6 foot 4 
and weighing approximately 230 to 240 pounds, was 
sitting on a bench, with his back leaning against the 
wall behind him, staring at her intensely.  Phoebe was 
used to men staring at her.  Even though she was only 
15, her extremely attractive face, full of charm, 
intelligence and youthfulness, and her young budding 4 
foot 10, 90 pound body, drew many stares from many 
different eyes, no matter where she went.  In the 
shopping mall, Phoebe wouldn't have to be doing anything 
but standing in line at a food court restaurant, sitting 
at a table, or browsing the music store's CD rack, and 
she could feel the eyes of men, all ages, colors, and 
sizes bearing down on her.  At school, all of the boys 
in her classes paid lots of attention to her.  Even at 
church, the older men who were friends of her parents, 
and parents of her friends would even be catching 
glimpses of her face, chest or little butt as she walked 
past them.  Phoebe was not naïve and knew why all those 
men were looking at her.  She knew she had been blessed 
with an attractive face and that her body was developing 
quite nicely.  Her breasts were growing in a wonderful 
proportion to the rest of her curves, which were 
starting to fill in around her waist, hips and derriere.  
It was something that even at the tender age of 15, 
Phoebe was becoming used to...but this was somehow 
different.  This wasn't a casual glance of interest that 
she was receiving.  It was a lustful stare, in lust's 
pure essence.

Phoebe and the black man made eye contact, as he 
continued staring at her young figure.  She noticed that 
he was wearing a gray custodial coverall uniform, with a 
name tag that she could not quite read from that 
distance.  She did see the words "physics dept" 
stenciled in black lettering on the sides of the man's 
coverall sleeve.  His eyes were penetrating deeply into 
her.  Phoebe could totally tell that the black man was 
thinking about doing all sorts of sexual things to her, 
it was in his eyes, plain and simple for anyone to read.  
Normally, Phoebe would have just turned the other way, 
and not given the matter a second thought.  But 
something inside of her, some strange sense of danger, 
was triggering Phoebe's consciousness.  It was a strange 
feeling, thought Phoebe.  Very surreal.  A Twin Peaks 
moment.

Phoebe returned her focus to the conversation at hand, 
upset at herself for missing out on any of the 
statements that Katie was giving to the police 
detectives.  She didn't want to miss anything; her 
sister's life was at stake.  From time to time, Phoebe 
kept glancing sideways to see if the large black man was 
still staring at her.  He was there alright, his eyes 
capturing in every part of her.  However, a few moments 
later, when Phoebe turned to peek in on him, he was 
gone!

Tugging on her brother's shirt, Phoebe whispered to 
Jason "I'm just going to go to the bathroom, I'll be 
right back."  Jason nodded, and then returned his 
attentions to Katie, Matt and the two police detectives.  
Phoebe slowly began moving in the direction of where the 
man was sitting.  The bench was completely empty, and 
Phoebe felt her heart begin to pound in her chest as she 
continued to walk away from everyone, into the darker 
regions of a long t-shaped hallway.  Where did he go?, 
Phoebe thought to herself, as she turned around to see 
that she was now standing exactly where the creepy black 
man had been sitting.  Her view of Jason, Katie and Matt 
was just a few moments ago his view of her.  Phoebe 
continued onward, wanting to find out where the man had 
gone.  Something about him didn't seem right.

Phoebe started venturing down a long and deserted 150 
foot long dark hallway.  The man had to be somewhere in 
the area, she thought to herself.  A light coming from a 
door near the far end of the hallway was turned on, and 
Phoebe was sure she noticed shadows on the hallway floor 
indicating that someone was inside.  Quietly, she crept 
closer and closer.  Finally, Phoebe began to hear some 
men's voices coming from the lightened room.  She wanted 
to continue getting closer so she could hear who the 
voices belonged to and what they were saying, but that 
would mean leaving the safety range from Jason and the 
others.  Deciding that her curiosity was too much for 
her, Phoebe continued on.

Now the voices in the room were loud and intelligible 
and Phoebe was able to even look inside the room without 
being detected.  Inside, the large black man was sitting 
down in a chair, being asked questions by two police 
detectives.  When the name Jennifer Madison was 
mentioned to the black man for recognition purposes, 
Phoebe's heart skipped a beat...the police were 
questioning this man about the disappearance of her 
sister!  Phoebe listened and watched quietly so as not 
to be spotted.  The black man was politely answering 
questions about anything he might have seen last night 
between 9:30 pm and 5 am, when he finished his shift.  
Suddenly, the black man's cell phone rang, and the 
detectives paused their questioning to allow him to 
answer it.  The black man pulled his phone out of his 
pocket and answered it by saying "Drake Hodson 
speakin'".  Drake Hodson, thought Phoebe, as she 
committed his name to memory.  The police detectives 
weren't watching Drake as he made his call, rather, they 
were going over some of their notes.  Phoebe on the 
other hand was paying the highest order of attention to 
Drake.  She immediately noticed the momentary expression 
of fear in his eyes, as they darted back and forth to 
the policemen and back.  She could tell that he was 
trying to cover his fear by attempting to compose 
himself quickly, and all he said to the unknown person 
at the other end of the phone was "I'm busy right now 
bro, I'll call ya back later."  As soon as Drake turned 
off his phone, he apologized to the detectives, and they 
continued their questioning.

Phoebe took in everything she could, wishing she had a 
handheld audio recorder like the police officers had to 
record all of Drake's answers.  In the next fifteen 
minutes, Drake was asked some very simple questions 
about last night.  Drake explained to them that the 
reason why he had been working in the education building 
last night rather than his usual area, the Physics 
building, was that he had been filling in for a 
coworker, named Bubba Johnson, who had called in sick.  
Drake also stated that he did not see Jennifer, nor did 
he see anything or anyone suspicious, although he had 
arrived at approximately 10:30 pm.  The police thanked 
Drake for answering their questions, and they gave him a 
business card, asking him to call them if he remembered 
anything unusual, or had anything further to add to his 
answers.  Drake assured them that he would do just that, 
and the detectives left began to leave.

Phoebe jumped away quickly, looking for someplace to 
hide as she didn't want to be seen by the police 
detectives.  Her only option was a men's washroom behind 
her, so she opened the door and quickly zipped inside, 
closing the door all the way.  The washroom lights had 
been turned off, so Phoebe was left in total darkness, 
but she could still hear some noises from the hallway.  
Quietly, she listened as the police officers walked down 
the hallway.  She expected to hear Drake's footsteps 
following out, but there was nothing to be heard!  For 
several anxious moments that seemed like hours, Phoebe 
waited and waited inside the dark men's room.  Still 
nothing.  Phoebe decided that she had to try opening the 
door to see what was going on.  In the worst case 
scenario, if she had to, she could always scream her 
lungs off, and someone would be sure to hear her.  At 
least, she hoped.

Opening the door carefully and quietly, just a fraction 
of an inch, Phoebe listened.  Nothing.  Nothing but the 
beating of her heart inside her chest.  Quietly, Phoebe 
used her gracefulness to open the door and slither out, 
back into the brighter, but still darkened hallway.  She 
tiptoed across the hall to the room where Drake had been 
questioned.  She saw that he was still there, but he was 
in the far corner of the room, sitting crouched over on 
a small chair, talking on his cell phone.  He was 
talking so quietly that Phoebe could barely make out 
what Drake was saying.  But she could hear everything, 
and what she heard made her stomach sink.....

"Yeah Bubba, it's not good......yeah......this place is 
crawlin' with cops man.......yeah.....no I 
didn't....nah, no suspicions......yeah....uh 
huh......nothin' so far......yeah.....shit man, I don't 
know, I wouldn't go home if I was you......yeah, you're 
safe there, stay there.....yeah......I want a piece of 
her too so I'm coming tomorrow......"

Phoebe pulled back from the door.  Could the "she" 
really be Jennifer??  Was it possible that this black 
janitor, and someone named Bubba Johnson have taken her?  
Or had she totally taken the entire phone conversation 
that Drake had out of context, resulting in her 
imagination running wild?  All of these thoughts raced 
through Phoebe's mind, as she decided to go back to 
Jason and the others to let them know about what she had 
just seen and heard.  Maybe Drake's conversation was 
about something completely unrelated to Jennifer, 
thought Phoebe.  But just the idea that she had possibly 
stumbled onto the whereabouts of her sister made her 
excited.....

....which was a problem in itself.....

.....when Phoebe got excited, something else usually 
followed.....

....."hiccup!"

Backing up and covering her mouth, Phoebe couldn't 
believe that she had just let out a hiccup!  She hated 
those things; they always popped up on her when she 
least wanted them.  And this was certainly one of those 
inopportune times.  Standing up quickly, and shutting 
off his cell phone instinctually, Drake wheeled around, 
sure he had heard something.  Hearing the movement from 
the room, Phoebe quickly tiptoed back to the men's room.  
She quickly thought about starting to run down the 
hallway, but it was so long, and she estimated that 
Drake's football player physique seemed to be in good 
enough condition that if he chased her, he would easily 
catch her within seconds, and she would never have the 
chance to be in earshot of a scream which could save 
her.  So the men's room was the only place she could 
think of to hide.  The second that Phoebe entered the 
men's room and closed the door, Drake reached the 
entrance to the hallway, and looked around, knowing that 
he had heard something that wasn't just a figment of his 
imagination.

"Hey!  Is anyone here?" Drake blurted out.  His voice 
was so loud and scary, that it startled Phoebe, and she 
fumbled her way in the pitch blackness towards the 
toilet cubicles.  Using her hands like a visually 
impaired blindwoman, she followed them back all the way 
to the very last of 10 cubicles, and quickly opened the 
door and stepped inside, closing the cubicle door behind 
her.  Phoebe's heart began beating rapidly, when all of 
a sudden, she could hear the men's room door being 
opened, and the lights being turned on.  Please God, 
thought Phoebe, please don't let me hiccup now, 
please!!!

"Hello?" boomed Drake's menacing voice, echoing loudly 
through the tiled acoustical bathroom walls, ceiling and 
floor.  The bright light hurt Phoebe's eyes as it had 
popped up so suddenly, and she stared at the ugly 
institutional blue color of the peeling paint that 
covered the inside of the cubicle.  The bathroom was not 
very clean, and vile profanity written in black ink 
covered a lot of the cubicle door Phoebe was facing.  
The biggest of the words was the letters R-A-P-E, 
written directly in front of her eyes.

Trying to stay calm, Phoebe thought to herself, what 
would Dana Scully do if she was in this situation?  
Almost instinctually, Phoebe decided to climb up onto 
the toilet seat.  An intelligent move, as Drake had just 
at that moment stopped to drop to one knee, to look 
under all of the stalls for any pairs of legs with their 
pants bunched around the ankles.

Phoebe prayed, hoping that Drake would just leave the 
men's room, hoping that she would be able to leave 
safely and rejoin Jason and the others back at the gym, 
hoping that they could all leave the campus and continue 
their search for Jennifer together.  Her prayers seemed 
doomed however, when she heard the worst sound she could 
possibly have heard.  THUMP!!!  The door to the first of 
the ten cubicles had just been slammed open by Drake's 
hand.  Phoebe had to keep herself from screaming, as her 
heart was pounding in her chest so fast, and little 
goosebumps had started to pop up all over her skin.  
What would he do to her if he caught her?  Horrible 
ideas ran through Phoebe's mind, as she remembered the 
lustful way that Drake had stared at her back at the 
gym.  That look was more than just a stare, it was an 
ominous hint that Drake was serious about his desires 
for her.  And now, thought Phoebe to herself, she was 
alone in a secluded part of the building with that very 
man!

THUMP!!!  Phoebe jumped again as Drake slammed open the 
second cubicle door.

THUMP!!!  Door number three......

*****

In a far end of the city, one of the most feared gangs 
that the citizens had ever known were busy calculating 
their next moves.  The West Side Boys had been 
terrorizing the city now for over eight months, ruthless 
and lacking impunity, they had been moving drugs through 
town with relative ease.  The police were building a 
strategy for stopping their brutality, but it was a long 
process, as the West Side Boys had seemed to have so 
many connections that kept their transactions under 
wraps, and almost undetectable.  Yet many lives had been 
lost, and the gang was getting stronger and stronger as 
they acquired more capital from drugs and other 
nefarious means.

In their main operations base, four of the leaders were 
busy planning their next move.  Buster, Tyrone and 
Leroy, the three large black leaders were joined by the 
only white member of the Boys, Clarence, who was equal 
in physique and stature to the other three men.  These 
four had developed and ruled over the WSBs since the 
beginning.  Buster was the brains of the operation, but 
his team was well rounded by the other members, each 
contributing their strengths and talents to make this 
work.  

"Yo, Buster, check this out..." said Tyrone as he handed 
some papers to Buster, who carefully perused them in his 
hands.  Leroy was too busy looking through some hardcore 
bestiality pornography that he had made himself.  Yes, 
he remembered that farm family that he and Clarence had 
stumbled upon, after their breakout from prison.  Those 
two young high school girls made great models as they 
were forced to do acts of extreme perversion with 
horses, dogs and even some of the disgusting pigs on 
their parents' farm.  And he had the photographic 
mementos as keepsakes.

Buster noticed Leroy still gawking at the thousands of 
images in his homemade scrap book, and became quite 
pissed off.  "Leroy get your ass outta those pics man, 
haven't you whacked off to those enough?  Shit man, we 
got a major score in the works here.  Pay attention, 
this is gonna require all four of us!" said Buster.  
Clarence's ears perked up and he put down the weights he 
had been bench pressing, and joined Buster, Tyrone and 
Leroy around the table.

"Check this out!" said Tyrone as he passed the papers 
around to everyone.  "Looks like ol' Charlie done took 
himself a vacation.  His big ol' gym is just sittin' 
there, all alone, and word from the grapevine is that 
Charlie has some major shit in there!  We're talking 
narcotics that could be trafficked for months man.  This 
is big."

Clarence's eyebrow peaked with interest as her 
summarized the scouting report on Charlie's itinerary.  
"The dude won't be back for at least two weeks.  Do you 
think he'd be stupid enough to stash the drugs at the 
Gym?"

Buster nodded.  "Clever enough you mean there Clarence.  
That gym is the perfect stashin' place for that shit.  
It's legit, it's too obvious.  But believe me man, it's 
there.  Leroy, Clarence, I want the two of you to do a 
driveby of ol' Charlie's Gym this afternoon.  Just a 
quick scope is all, and report back.  If things look 
clear, well then boys, tonight, we're gonna get into 
that gym, snatch those narcotics, and high tail it back 
here.  This will be our biggest score in months.  Let's 
rock boys!"

"Yeah!" cried the other three gang members as they 
prepared their plans to invade Charlie's Gym tonight...


***TO BE CONTINUED in PART 4***


Thanks to any readers who have sent me emails about this 
story.  Your comments, criticism and feedback are always 
welcome and appreciated.  As you can see, I'm trying to 
take this story up from hardcore erotica to hardcore 
erotica plus a bit of a plot.  Yes a plot, lol.

My idea is to develop more of a story around the 
characters of Bubba and Jennifer, while keeping the main 
objective of providing a rape story at its heart.  I'm 
hoping that for those of you who are tired of just 
reading basic rape literature, that rape literature in 
the context of a plot will be more stimulating and 
interesting for you.  For those that just want the good 
stuff, well, you of course are more than welcome to 
scroll through the character development and get what 
you wanted as well.

I'd love to continue this story, at a pace of about one 
new chapter each month.  I do have a direction for this, 
and I know what direction I want my story to proceed 
into.  However, selfishly, I love a good ego-stroking as 
much as anyone else, and I'll continue to proceed with 
this story as long as there is actually interest out 
there for it.  If not, then "I'll stop the Bubba Seizes 
the Day" saga and create some new scenarios for you all.

Once again, to all authors out there, thanks for your 
great contributions.  And to all readers out there, 
hopefully you'll be inspired to contribute stuff too.  
I'm certainly not a polished writer by any means, just a 
layman trying to give a little back.  My belief is that 
even poorly written erotic literature is better than 
non-written erotic literature.  And writing this stuff 
is not only surprisingly simple, but it's also a lot of 
fun.  So keep writing out there!

Best wishes,

Dave Haugen
dave_haugen@hotmail.com