Bubba Seizes the Day

Copyright Dave Haugen 2002

M/F rape torture


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Part 4

Grinning from ear to ear, Bubba watched as Jennifer 
reacted to what now stood before her eyes in the 
kitchen.

"Yeah girl, this is all for you!  Betcha didn't think 
food could be this much fun!" taunted Bubba as he 
watched Jennifer's facial expressions change as she 
tried to take in every devious purpose that she knew 
Bubba had in mind for her.

On the kitchen counter in front of her sat the familiar 
penis-shaped sex toys, but now they were accompanied by 
several other items: cucumbers of all lengths and 
diameters, long carrots, several bananas, that dreaded 
bottle of tobasco sauce, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a 
bowl of green seedless grapes and a large gynecologist's 
speculum, a device that Jennifer recognized immediately 
from her annual exam.  Her mind reeled with the 
possibilities of how Bubba would be using the objects on 
her body, and it made her begin to panic again.

"Please!!" begged Jennifer as she turned and dropped to 
her knees in front of Bubba.  "How can you do this to 
me??  I can't take anymore of this, I'm trying to be 
good, but I don't want any more of this, I want to go 
home!"

Bubba patted her head like an obedient puppy.  "Now now 
Jenny girl.  This here is a great opportunity for me, 
and you knows I just gotta take my time and have my fun!  
Just think, you're kinda lucky.  If you had pissed off 
some other guy back there at the university, you might 
not be alive right now.  But you are going to get outta 
this, because you're a smart college educated girl, 
right Jenny?"

Jennifer wasn't sure just how much more of this she 
could take, but she continued to hold onto the trust 
that she had in Bubba, that he would release her, 
hopefully unraped, and that she could at least return 
home in one piece.

"But...you promised you were going to let me go soon 
right?  Can't we just do fun things together?  When you 
were buzzing me with that sex toy, I was really enjoying 
myself, and I was going to have an orgasm.  Remember?  I 
will do that for you if you want!" replied Jennifer.

Bubba smiled to himself.  Interesting, he thought.  This 
was the first instance that she had reached the 
acceptance and bargaining stages where she had resigned 
herself completely to her fate, yet she was now trying 
all attempts at compromising with him in order to 
minimize the amount of suffering that she had to go 
through.  He knew she hated his guts now more than ever, 
but it was still enjoyable watching this young racist 
talking to him as if he was a fellow human being.  And a 
more powerful one at that.

"You know what Jenny?  You're right.  But you knows I 
hate when you disobey me.  You make me have to punish 
you like in that shower because you made some wrong 
choices.  If I agree to let you get some pleasure out of 
this, do you promise to start making the right choices 
from here on in?" asked Bubba, barely able to finish his 
sentence as Jennifer jumped on his proposition eagerly.

"Yes yes!!  I promise I'll be good from now on, just 
please don't do anything else that will hurt me 
please!!!  Especially that thing!" said Jennifer as she 
pointed towards the large plastic speculum.  It was much 
bigger than the one her gynecologist used on her, and 
knowing how much that one hurt, she had no intentions of 
finding out if she would be able to stretch open more 
with this monster one in front of her.

"You know what that is huh girl?" chuckled Bubba.  "Well 
shucks, I was planning on shoving that thing up your 
tight little pussy right now..."

"No!!!  I'm begging you, anything but that, I'll lick 
your butt again for you...anything!" replied Jennifer as 
she eagerly offered to do things that were beyond her 
imagination only a day ago.

"Well that thing was just going to be a means to an end 
anyway, we've got another approach to accomplish the 
same thing anyway Jenny girl, so if you behave, and I 
mean 'if', then you won't get that thing crammed up your 
twat." 

"Oh thank you." replied Jennifer in relief.  Her pussy 
was still swollen and sore from Bubba thrusting that 
God-awful butt plug through her tight opening, that she 
didn't want him even thinking about going there again.  
Unfortunately for her, the day was still young.

Bubba sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, resting his 
entire weight upon it.  "Get over her girl, I think I 
want to start things off with a nice romantic kiss.  I 
want you to climb up on my lap and shove your tongue 
down my throat.  The more passionate and messy you make 
this kiss, the less I'm going to want to play doctor 
with ya, got it Jenny?"

Sadly, Jennifer nodded, and without hesitation, she 
placed her naked body completely up onto Bubba's lap, 
straddling him so wide, that her vaginal lips gaped open 
underneath her.  She licked her lips to moisten them, 
and looked into Bubba's face, realizing that she had to 
go through with this or face something altogether 
entirely worse.  He had been pretty consistent with his 
punishments so far, and she didn't want to do anything 
to ruin this "understanding" that they had seemed to 
come to.

Leaning forward, Jennifer started to kiss Bubba 
passionately, doing everything in her power to not let 
her repulsion towards him show.  Her tiny lips pressed 
against his large pink ones, and she went through the 
motions of a passionate kiss.  Her tongue darted around 
his huge lips, and poked in between his teeth, sliding 
against them, and licking over his own wet saliva-coated 
tongue.

As they kissed, Bubba's stirring loins became even more 
aggravated.  They were screaming out to their owner to 
quit the constant teasing they had been going through 
for the past so many hours and to finally allow 
themselves to explode the pent-up sperm they had been 
manufacturing inside him.  But Bubba was enjoying the 
kiss so much, that he just knew he was going to have to 
hold off a little longer...Jennifer's compliance was 
just to incredible to lose this early.  Besides, he knew 
his time would come, and it was going to be that much 
better once he was finally able to pump out the contents 
of his ever filling balls.

Jennifer was making little mmmmmmm sounds as they 
kissed, and Bubba liked to imagine that she was actually 
getting aroused from kissing him, however, he knew that 
it was just her trying to breathe through her nose, as 
his huge lips were preventing outside air from going in 
through her throat.

Reaching around her body, Bubba began to massage her 
shoulders and her back as she continued to kiss him.  
Bubba noticed that she tensed up when his fingers made 
contact with her skin, but then quickly she relaxed, as 
she realized that he did not seem to be intending to 
hurt her.  Moving further down her spine, Bubba enjoyed 
the silky smooth feeling of Jennifer's skin against his 
fingertips.  She was an incredibly sexual female in 
every aspect.  His fingers trailed down lower to the 
exercise tightened globes of her ass cheeks, and he 
gently squeezed and kneaded his fingers over them, 
cupping each tiny one in his huge hands, and he jiggled 
them around slowly in concentric circles.

To Jennifer, her body was still unnerved at being built 
up so close to cumming, only to be denied, and it began 
reacting in strange ways.  She felt Bubba rubbing her 
behind, and thought to herself that it actually felt 
nice, although, compared to all the other hell he had 
put her body through, this was a welcomed relief.

As the kiss continued, Bubba then moved his fingers 
lower, to gently touch her pouting anus, poking out 
between her cheeks.  The moment his fingers made contact 
with it, Jennifer instantly sat up and looked at him 
with fear in her eyes, afraid that he was going to do 
something to cause her pain.  Bubba smiled at her, 
enjoying the fearful look she was showing him, but he 
continued rubbing her behind.

"I didn't say you could stop did I girl?" asked Bubba 
sternly.

"No...but..." replied Jennifer, still tensing up from 
his fingers being in so sensitive a place.

"Then get your lips back here and your tongue back 
inside my mouth, NOW!  I like sharin' the spit with ya 
girl.  You got a hot mouth."

Slowly, Jennifer resumed her kissing, now very aware of 
everything Bubba's fingers were touching down below.  
Still reaching behind her, Bubba then found Jennifer's 
still moist pussy and her protruding clit, and he began 
to play with it, pulling her body closer to his.

Instantly, Jennifer moaned out into Bubba's mouth, as 
his fingers sparked an almost immediate return of her 
arousal.  She hated how wonderful her clit and her inner 
muscles were feeling from being touched there, and how 
she was almost hoping that he would actually let her 
release this time.  Bubba moved his fingers in circles, 
tugging on her slippery pussy lips, feeling her juices 
smearing around them.  His own cock was bulging in his 
pants, begging to be let out, but he only continued to 
rub Jennifer, noticing that her kissing was 
intensifying, and that her body was going through a 
series of natural undulations on top of his lap.  Shit, 
thought Bubba, she is getting totally aroused by this!

Jennifer was not only kissing Bubba harder and bucking 
over his lap, but she also began to rub her sore nipples 
over his chest, attempting to help bring her body over 
the edge.  Bubba continued his digital ministerings 
until he decided she was again right on the edge, and 
immediately at that point, he stopped.

"No don't!!!" said Jennifer quickly as she sat up and 
began to press her crotch down onto Bubba's pants, 
squishing her pussy lips and her entire crotch area over 
them in an attempt to cum.  Bubba loved the fact that it 
was his body that this petite white girl was using to 
get herself off, and that she was responding to all of 
this.

"You really want to cum dontcha?" asked Bubba.

"Oh yes!!!  I totally do, please let me!!" replied 
Jennifer as she had her eyes closed tightly shut in a 
full fledged concentrated effort to go over the rainbow.  
Bubba took in the site of her beautifully shaped thin 
body pressing down onto his lap, but after only a minute 
or two, he stopped her.

"Ok fine, but you're gonna do it my way?  Ok?  You trust 
me by now dontcha Jenny?" asked Bubba, as he watched 
Jennifer's trembling body not knowing what to do from 
its high arousal content.

"Anything but please, I HAVE to release, please!  I 
can't wait!!" begged Jennifer as she started to reach 
down to rub her clit with her own fingers, seeing as how 
Bubba had decided to stop with his.  Instantly, Bubba 
caught her wrists before they could get to their 
destination.

"You got it babe.  Here's my way to fulFILL your lust 
baby.  Get on your hands and knees again."

Jennifer's conditioned memory reminded her that in the 
recent past, that position meant pain, and she was 
afraid of what he was going to do, but she complied and 
went back down onto her hands and knees, jutting her 
delectable rear end upwards, wanting so desperately to 
touch herself, have Bubba touch her, ANYTHING that would 
allow her to cum!

Bubba grabbed the bowl of grapes and sat crosslegged on 
the floor behind her, staring at the fascinating view of 
her swollen pussy lips and her star shaped krinkled tiny 
asshole just a foot away from his face.

"Do you like grapes Jenny?  I do, but I like mine with 
some extra flavoring.  Guess how I'm gonna do that?" 
asked Bubba.  As expected, he didn't receive a response 
from her, so he answered the question himself.

"I want you to start shoving grapes up your twat.  If I 
think you're doing a good job, your reward will be the 
best fuckin' orgasm of your young sweet life.  Cross my 
heart." said Bubba as he waited again for her reaction.

"What???" asked a worried Jennifer as his words were not 
sinking in for her.  Grapes???  He wanted to put grapes 
inside her?

"You heard me Jenny.  I'm gonna watch, and if you do a 
good job, then I'm gonna get the power vibe and send you 
on a one way ticket to paradise.  Of course, I could 
always tie you down and do it for you if you want..."

"No!!!  I'll...I'll do it..." replied Jennifer in a 
worried shaky voice.  Where the hell was he getting 
these ideas from, she thought nervously to herself.  She 
turned her head to see that Bubba already had a handful 
of them inside his fingers.  Trembling, she reached out 
and took one of the grapes from him and brought it up to 
her already aroused pussy.  It was slightly cold, 
however, she matter-of-factly pushed it past her lips 
and it popped inside of her.  She could feel the grape 
sitting just inside her opening, feeling rather out of 
place, just sitting there.

"That was one.  Now for number two." said Bubba as he 
handed her another grape.  Jennifer simply pushed that 
one inside her as well, feeling it bumping against the 
first one, pushing it slightly deeper into her canal.  
After two more, Jennifer felt the slight discomfort of 
the grapes lined up inside her tight little cavity.  It 
didn't hurt at all, but it felt strange.

"Ummmm, how many do I have to put inside me?" asked 
Jennifer nervously.  Bubba smiled.

"As many as I tell you to.  I want you to start counting 
them now.  Here's number five." replied Bubba as he 
handed her he next grape.  Jennifer sighed deeply as she 
pushed the fifth grape inside her pussy, wishing she had 
never left Katie to work out.  This was so humiliating, 
and she only hoped that an entire search team was coming 
after her soon!

*****

With her heart racing in her chest, Phoebe sat 
motionless on the toilet seat of stall number ten.  What 
was going to happen when Drake found her?  Phoebe 
clearly remembered how he had been staring at her 
outside in the hallway, and now he was about to discover 
her sitting alone inside the men's bathroom?  It was 
almost too horrible to contemplate.

Drake slammed open the fourth door, and moved over to 
the fifth...

Phoebe closed her eyes and placed her face into her 
palms, hoping that Drake would simply turn and leave, 
but somehow, her instincts told her that he wasn't going 
to leave, and that he was going to keep checking every 
stall to see if they were empty.  She decided that she 
now knew how a Thanksgiving turkey felt.

SLAM!!!  Door number five was pushed open, and Phoebe 
heard Drake's footsteps and his movements becoming 
louder and clearer as the number of feet between them 
was quickly decreasing.  Oh my god, thought Phoebe, he 
can't possibly hurt me, I'm only a fifteen year old 
girl!  How could anyone harm me?

Phoebe's heart was beating much more rapidly as she 
heard the sixth door slamming open, and Drake's 
footsteps coming even closer.  Butterflies were 
overcoming Phoebe's stomach and she felt as though she 
was growing light headed and might faint or throw up, it 
was so horrible.  Phoebe always knew that she had an 
inquisitive, curiosity-seeking precociousness about her, 
and she prayed that it wasn't going to cost her with the 
large black man that was quickly coming closer to 
discovering her...

...SLAM!!!  Door number seven.  Phoebe bit her lip.

...SLAM!!!  Door number eight.  Phoebe had never been 
more afraid in her life...

...suddenly, she heard another noise...

...it was a voice...

...it was Jason!  She was saved!

"Hi, ummm, excuse me?" said Jason politely as Drake 
quickly pivoted a 180 to make eye contact with him as 
Jason stepped into the men's room.

"Hey.  Can I help you?" replied Drake as his eyes 
quickly surveyed the 21 year old in front of him.  
Certainly not threatening to a man of Drake's stature, 
he acknowledged Jason by nodding.

"I'm looking for my sister, and I was wondering if you 
had seen anyone in the hallway in the past ten minutes 
or so?  It's kind of dark out there."

Drake remembered his lust-filled vision of the young 
girl he had seen in the hall a while back, and asked 
Jason for a description.

"Well her name is Phoebe and she's about five feet tall, 
maybe 90 pounds or so, and she has brown hair, kind of 
to her shoulders.  She's wearing a lime green tshirt and 
a pair of khaki shorts.  Do you think you might have 
seen her?" asked Jason.  Drake's cock twinged instantly 
as he thought of her tiny profile with that tight 
rounded ass jutting out of those cute little khaki-kid's 
hiking shorts.  Drake decided that he was going to help 
this guy find his sister, just so that he could take 
another good look at her.  A few exchanged words and he 
might have a full name to go on, in case he decided to 
do a drive-by and stake out the kid's home life.  Worth 
it, thought Drake?  Yeah.  Oh yeah.

"Hmmmm," answered Drake in a kind thoughtful voice.  "I 
don't believe I saw any kids around here today, although 
I am cleaning up this wing now, and I might be able to 
help you search for her if you want."

"Yeah, that would be great thanks!" replied Jason 
happily as Drake's looming figure walked over to him.

Phoebe knew she had a critical decision to make.  Should 
she expose herself now, thereby suggesting to the large 
black man that she had heard something and was willing 
to hide from him because of it?  A million thoughts went 
through Phoebe's head...maybe it was better to simply 
not say anything and let Drake and Jason go off 
together, leaving her to continue snooping around for 
some more clues.  That sounded like the best approach to 
Phoebe, as she believed that Drake had some connection 
to Jennifer; that he knew so much more than what he had 
told the police.  His phone conversation that she had 
overheard seemed to indicate that.

Yet...on the other hand...her safety was at risk if she 
didn't cry out to Jason now for help.  Phoebe wanted so 
badly to shout out to him that she was in the men's 
room, hiding.  It was a hard choice.

But Jennifer's life was at stake, and Phoebe made her 
choice.  Without uttering a sound, she waited for a few 
seconds after listening to Drake and Jason leave the 
bathroom, before quietly tiptoeing out of the stall she 
had been hiding in.  Her heart was pounding in her 
chest, as she crept towards the hallway door.  What if 
Jason and Drake had parted just outside, and Drake was 
about to return?  It was too horrible to think about, so 
Phoebe continued creeping forward until she reached the 
main door.  Cracking it open just a fraction of an inch, 
Phoebe listened carefully, not hearing anything.  
Peaking her head out into the hallway, totally relieved 
to be leaving the men's room, Phoebe stepped outside and 
looked around.  No one was in site, and the hallway was 
as dark as it had been before she had left it.

Sprightly moving across the hall, Phoebe peeked into the 
room where Drake had been questioned by the police.  She 
noticed that his janitorial cart was still there, and 
she knew that he would be coming back eventually to 
retrieve it.  As she went forward to take a quick 
opportunity to examine it, her heart skipped a beat when 
she noticed an object sitting on a nearby 
chair...Drake's cell phone!  He had left it behind!

"Yessssssssss..." said Phoebe to herself as she lunged 
for the phone and picked it up into her fingers.  
Shaking, Phoebe tried to regain her composure and looked 
the phone over.  Thinking quickly, Phoebe pressed the 
redial button in order to capture the last number that 
Drake had called, the one to the man named Bubba, whose 
partial phone conversation she had overheard.  As soon 
as it dialed, the number popped up onto the phone's 
digital display...555-4192!  Hanging up quickly before 
the second ring could happen, Phoebe took a millisecond 
to commit the number to her almost photographic memory 
and put down the phone.  Now all she had to do, Phoebe 
thought to herself, was to track down the number's owner 
and it might lead her right to Jennifer!

Totally proud of her heroic efforts, Phoebe had to force 
herself back to her own personal reality.  There was a 
large black man looking for her now, and he could return 
to this room at any moment!  Running across the room, 
Phoebe stopped to quickly peek out into the hallway, but 
didn't see anyone in sight.  In a light jog, Phoebe 
began to run down the hallway in the direction that she 
had originally come from, in order to find Jason, Matt 
and Katie to tell them of her discovery.

Looking around the area where she had originally parted 
from them, Phoebe couldn't see anyone in sight.

"Jason, where are you?" said Phoebe to herself, 
desperate to find him so that she could tell him 
everything she observed about Drake.  She decided that 
if she found Drake with the others, that she would wait 
until he left before she approached them.

No one seemed to be around, and Phoebe thought about 
perhaps returning to Matt's car.  After spending another 
ten minutes walking around the less than crowded 
building by herself, and not having any luck finding 
them, Phoebe grabbed a pencil hanging from a string 
attached to a bulletin board, and removed it along with 
a paper advertisement.  She headed back to the 
Engineering carpark and found that Matt's car was still 
there.  Thank God, Phoebe thought, they're still on 
campus, somewhere, looking for her.  Phoebe took the 
pencil and thought for a second before she began to 
write Jason a note:

"Dear Jason, I have to tell you this!  That black man 
that you met in the bathroom is not a nice man!  His 
name is Drake Hodson and I overheard him talking to a 
man named Bubba Johnson on the phone.  I think he might 
know where Jen is!  I redialed his number and found that 
it is 555-4192.  I am okay.  I am going to be at the 
main library researching this number.  I tried to find 
you but you were gone.  Please come and get me when you 
get this note and then we can look for Jen!  Love, 
Phoebe."

"There!" said Phoebe as she placed the note underneath 
Matt's windshield wiper, keeping it pressed tightly 
folded to the glass.  "Now I'm going to go to the 
library so I can find out your address Bubba.  If you 
have my sister, you are going to go to jail!" said 
Phoebe to herself as she left the carpark and headed 
over to the library.

When she arrived, she borrowed a telephone from one of 
the people behind the library counter and called Erica's 
cell phone hoping that she would be home, but without 
any luck.  She called her own number, hoping that her 
mom or dad would pick up the phone.  Again, no luck.  
She did get the answering machine and decided that she 
had better leave a message so that her parents wouldn't 
be worried sick about her.

"Mom, Dad, this is Pheebs.  I'm at the main university 
library right now.  If Jason calls, PLEASE tell him to 
come and get me!  I am going to wait here until someone 
comes and gets me.  Oh my God, I think I might have 
found out some information about where Jen is!  I am 
going to investigate some more and the minute I find out 
anything, I am going to call you back, unless Jason 
picks me up before that.  I am ok, and I love you both 
so much!  Bye." said Phoebe as she put down the phone.

Feeling much safer in the well-lit library, Phoebe knew 
that she had nothing to do but wait for Jason and the 
others to come and get her.  In the meantime, she wanted 
so badly to start investigating the phone number on her 
own.

After a few minutes, Phoebe was able to find a phone 
book section for the city, and quickly filed her petite 
fingers to the J's.

"Jamieson...Jensen....Johnson!" said Phoebe as she found 
the Johnson section.  "Oh my God, there's like a million 
of them!"

There were indeed many 'B Johnsons" to go through, and 
no Bubbas.  Checking each number beside the name, Phoebe 
was terribly disappointed to find that there wasn't any 
555-4192 number beside them.

"Hmmm, does that mean that he has an unlisted number?  
Or maybe Drake didn't call him at home...or maybe his 
name was Johnston???" thought Phoebe aloud, as her Nancy 
Drew neurons were firing at all cylinders.  Thinking for 
a moment, Phoebe quickly flipped the phone book page to 
the Johnston section, however, none of the numbers 
matched.  Phoebe turned back several dozen pages to the 
Hs.

"Hodson...Hodson..." repeated Phoebe as she found the 
Hodson's.  Not as many Hodsons as Johnsons, but there 
were 4 of them, no Drakes however.

Phoebe recorded the 4 phone numbers and the addresses 
onto a piece of paper, and then closed the phone book.  
Still thinking about the redial number, she wondered how 
she was going to be able to find out to whom or where it 
belonged.  She thought momentarily about calling it 
again, but was too afraid that someone might pick up.  A 
thousand possibilities went through her sharp young 
mind, but in the end, she decided that if she did 
anything to alert the person on the other end of the 
phone that someone was after them, that the kidnapper 
might take Jennifer away, and they would lose the lead.

Phoebe slumped into a chair in the study area, and 
decided that all she could do now was wait for Jason and 
the others to arrive.  It drove her crazy to think that 
she had so much information, but had so little she could 
actually accomplish with it.  She thought about calling 
the police to tell them, but decided that Jason would 
know what the best thing to do would be.

"Ok Pheebs." she said aloud, "Half an hour.  If Jason 
doesn't pick me up in half an hour, then you have to 
call the police and tell them."  Phoebe hated feeling so 
helpless.

Fifteen minutes passed, and a restless Phoebe decided to 
approach one of the librarians on duty.  Maybe there was 
some way of finding out who the number belonged to by 
looking it up somehow.  It was worth a try, thought 
Phoebe.

Her heart rate picked up again, and a rush of adrenaline 
raced through Phoebe's young body when the librarian 
told her that the library had a computer program that 
allowed you to type in a phone number, and that a 
database would be cross referenced to find a name in 
return!  Excitedly, Phoebe asked the librarian to tell 
anyone who was looking for her that she would up on the 
fifth floor of the library where this computer existed, 
and the librarian smiled, saying that she would.

Not able to wait for the elevator, Phoebe bounded up 
five flights of stairs as gracefully as a gazelle until 
she reached the fifth floor.  Opening the door of the 
stairway, Phoebe stepped inside and noticed that there 
wasn't a soul in sight.  Of course, thought Phoebe, it 
was Saturday.

The fifth floor of the library was extremely musty, 
filled with bookshelves that housed books from the floor 
to the ceiling, with attachable ladders that slid across 
a track in case a student wanted to reach one of the 
higher up books.  After her men's room incident, Phoebe 
was slightly creeped out by the quietness and barrenness 
of the large twisty room.  Taking a few steps inside, 
she couldn't find a single person in sight.  It was 
creepy.

"Come on, don't be a scaredy-cat.  Jen's life is at 
stake, you have to find that computer!" said Phoebe 
under her breath.  For a moment, she thought about going 
back down to the main floor to ask a librarian for help, 
not liking the idea of being upstairs all alone.  Trying 
to be brave, Phoebe reminded herself that she was in a 
public place and that no one but the librarian knew she 
was up here, so she would most likely be safe.  As well, 
Jason, Matt and Katie would read her note that she left 
behind on Matt's car, and that they should be here any 
second.

Continuing to walk through the quiet desolated library 
floor, Phoebe almost jumped a mile when she heard a loud 
creaking sound, but realized that it was only the sound 
of the room's ventilation system kicking in.  Calming 
herself, Phoebe ventured further into the room looking 
for any computer she could find.

It took about five minutes before she was able to find 
one of the only computers in the large room, and Phoebe 
confirmed that she was indeed the only person on the 
floor.  Sitting down in front of the computer, she 
realized it was off, and had to turn it on.  Waiting 
patiently was not easy for Phoebe in any situation, let 
alone something as important as this!  The old machine 
hummed and whirred for a few more painstaking minutes, 
but eventually, the database interface popped up on the 
screen, and Phoebe sat up erectly to begin looking for a 
way to type in her phone number.

Concentrating so acutely, Phoebe's mind totally ignored 
the far away sound of the elevator door opening on the 
other side of the deserted room, and a set of man's 
footsteps coming out of them.

"Ok....where do I type in the number?  You stupid 
computer." muttered Phoebe as she tried to click her way 
around the interface, looking for a phone entry.

"Book catalog...repository...business directory...here 
we go!  City listings!" said Phoebe as she began 
frantically clicking links to get her to an entry page.  
Phoebe loved puzzles and games, and she felt that she 
was involved in the middle of a mystery.  Her excitement 
was peaking, and she felt that she was getting closer 
and closer.

She wasn't the only one getting closer and closer....

A male figure stepped out of the elevator and began 
walking through the library.  Eventually, the figure 
spotted the tiny female figure of Phoebe Madison sitting 
with her back turned to him, about fifty feet away, 
frantically typing away on the computer keyboard.  The 
figure began approaching Phoebe, step by step by step by 
step...

"Ok here it is..." spoke Phoebe aloud, "Type in the 
number here...555-4192..."

Phoebe watched as a few ellipses scrolled across the 
screen, and finally, an address popped up on the screen 
in big blue letters...

"555-4192......Charlie's Gym, 704 Hauser Street"

"YESSSS!!!!" said Phoebe triumphantly as she stared at 
the destination.  She did it, she found the name, 
thought Phoebe to herself!  "Charlie's Gym...oh my God, 
I wonder if that's where Jen is...I have to call the 
police right away!" said Phoebe as she excitedly jumped 
up and pivoted around to start running back to the 
elevator.

Unfortunately for Phoebe, she only made one step.

Slamming into the male figure who had been standing 
directly behind her, Phoebe fell to the floor, flat on 
her face, knocking the wind out of her.  As she 
struggled to catch her breath, staring at the carpet, 
Phoebe's heart plummeted as she almost forgot where she 
was for a split second.  But that second was all too 
brief.  Oh my God, thought Phoebe to herself as she 
began to turn around....Drake!!!

*****

Back at the education building, Jason, Matt and Katie 
were devastated at their inability to find Phoebe.  It 
just wasn't like her to run off like that, thought 
Jason.  After the disappearance of his older sister, the 
last thing he wanted to even contemplate was his younger 
sister missing as well.

"Jason, we have to call the police!" said Katie, "We've 
looked everywhere for her, she's simply vanished!"

"Katie's right Jay," agreed Matt.  "Phoebe would never 
run off like that.  Something's got to be wrong."

Jason nodded his head, he knew Katie and Matt were 
concerned and were right, he had to contact the police.  
Stopping at a payphone, Jason dialed home but contacted 
the answering machine.  Disappointedly, Jason explained 
that Phoebe was missing and that they would be at the 
police station.  Jason slammed down the phone before 
dialing the police.  Katie started to cry again, and 
Matt held her tenderly in his arms.

*****

Seven grapes later, Jennifer was groaning with more than 
a slight discomfort.  Her pussy had twelve grapes in 
total inside of it, and Bubba was showing absolutely no 
signs of stopping there.  In fact, based on his wide 
toothed grin and lewd comments, he was having a blast.

"Man Jenny girl, you have no fuckin' idea how hot it is 
to watch you shovin' those grapes up your pussy.  We're 
really goin' ta fill you up big time!" remarked Bubba 
happily.  Jennifer's voice wasn't anywhere near as 
happy.

"I'm feeling weird, please, no more!" begged Jennifer, 
as she wriggled her hips in a failed attempt to stop the 
twelve grapes inside of her from pressing against her 
inner vaginal walls.

"You'll stop when I tell ya girl, now keep cramming em 
in!  Or my cock will be making wine in your pussy if you 
get my drift."

"Nooooo!!!  I'm doing it!" replied Jennifer with a 
renewed sense of energy.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

Jennifer felt each grape pushing the other deeper inside 
her pussy every time she shoved another one in.  She 
began to think about how she was ever going to get them 
out of her.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen...

Bubba licked his lips, watching Jennifer's delicate 
fingers pushing one grape after another inside of her.  
He loved seeing how they would simply disappear inside 
her elastically tight hole.  And he had front row seats!

Nineteen, twenty, twenty one...

The first three grapes were really pressing against the 
back of Jennifer's pussy, being completely slimed with 
her slippery secretions.  Her muscles would tighten and 
clench around them as she struggled to accommodate them 
inside of her as easily as she could, but there was 
really no easy way to alleviate the stretching feelings 
she was going through.

Twenty two, twenty three, twenty four...

Bubba tried to imagine how full Jennifer's pussy would 
be right about now.  He decided that she had an equal 
volume of grapes in her than the butt plug he had shoved 
into her earlier.  So if he was able to double that, 
then he would have an accomplishment in his hands, or 
should he say, up Jennifer's crotch.

Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven...

"Ok that's enough!!  I'm too full!!" said Jennifer as 
she felt as though she was giving birth.  Each grape was 
now a huge struggle to push in as it had to find a way 
to force itself against the others.  Something had to 
give, and that would ultimately end up being Jennifer's 
pussy walls, which were stretching out in all directions 
slowly but surely, causing her great discomfort and 
increasing her stress level.

Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty...

"It aint near enough Jenny.  We're goin' for the world 
record!" laughed Bubba sadistically as he leaned in 
closer to watch the goings-on between the tiny white 
girl's legs.  Jennifer's inner pussy lips were now 
gaping open, and he could see about three grapes all 
tightly bunched together inside her.  With each grape 
that she now pushed inside her, it slipped into the side 
with much difficulty, sidling up to its neighbors, and 
caused her vaginal opening to start to gape lewdly, 
wider and wider with each grape.

"Hold it!" shouted Bubba.  "Pull your ass cheeks apart, 
we've got some cramming to do!"

Immediately, Jennifer reached back and pulled her tight 
buns apart, causing three of the grapes to pop out, one 
of them hitting Bubba square on the nose, causing him to 
emit a burst of uproarious laughter, and causing 
Jennifer's cheeks to blush a bright pink from utter 
humiliation.

Still smiling, Bubba began pushing his fingers against 
the grapes inside her stretched out hole, forcing the 
deepest ones to fill in every available nook and cranny 
that they could find.  Jennifer gasped in pain as the 
grapes mercilessly filled her up.  With her vagina 
filling up and her rectum getting pressed towards her 
back, it felt as though she totally had to go to the 
bathroom and have a baby all at the same time.

"Good, that makes some more room.  Come on Jenny lets 
see if we can make fifty!!" said Bubba.

Jennifer lost it.

"Fuck you!!  I can't put any more in me, I'm too full!" 
cried out Jennifer before she had a chance to think 
about what she was saying.  Without missing a beat, 
Bubba cracked his flat hand across the center of both of 
Jennifer's buttocks, spanking her with a loud 
SPLAAAAAT!!!

"NOOOOO!!!!!!" cried Jennifer as the heavy slap caused 
her to tighten up all the muscles in her lower body, 
forcing three grapes to again spit out of her.  A thin 
stream of light green grape juice began to trickle out 
of her as well.

Bubba laughed.  "Man, you must have some strong cunt 
muscles there Jenny, you're crushin' the shit outta 
those poor little guys!!  HA HA HA!!!" laughed Bubba as 
Jennifer was gritting her teeth, trying to keep herself 
from kicking him in the face.

Reaching down, Bubba grabbed the three slippery grapes 
and shoved them back inside her twat, eliciting more 
moans and groans from Jennifer's lips.

"You're not doin' a very good job Jenny.  I'm takin' 
over from here!" said Bubba as Jennifer now had to 
concentrate on her burning rear end as well as her 
constantly stretching pussy.

Bubba was able to cram eight more grapes inside her 
before he realized that she had completely peaked.  
Thirty eight grapes!  Amazing, thought Bubba.  Running 
his hands over her stomach, Bubba could feel her tummy 
bulging out from the bulky grapes making her feel like 
she had a football inside her pussy.  Several grapes 
could be seen in her gaping twat that was bulging from 
the inside out.

"I aint takin' no chances with your cunt firing grapes 
at me again." said Bubba as he tore off a strip of duct 
tape from a fresh roll and applied it right over 
Jennifer's crotch.  Instantly the tape congealed with 
the skin of her pussy, melding to it in an incredibly 
strong adhesive grip.  Bubba slid his hand up and down 
over her duct tape covered crotch to ensure that the 
sticky substance had completely adhered to her skin and 
the pussy hair around her lips.  Tearing off another 
strip, Bubba placed it over the first, and then further 
down underneath her ,all the way up to her bellybutton.  
Jennifer knew that when that tape had to come off, it 
was going to hurt like a bandaid from hell.  The thought 
of it made her fearful, but even worse was the fact that 
her vagina was bulging outwards in every direction that 
it could go, making her feel twenty pounds heavier.  My 
poor pussy, thought Jennifer, that bastard's ruining my 
tightness!

"Now don't you DARE move girl!  We were twelve short of 
our goal of fifty, so it looks like your ass is gonna 
have to make up the difference!" laughed Bubba as he 
grabbed several more grapes.  Jennifer begged and 
pleaded for him not to, but she willed herself to remain 
on her hands and knees as Bubba sucked each grape before 
pushing them past her incredibly tight sphincter 
muscles.

Sure enough, twelve grapes were pressed up Jennifer's 
rectum, making it a total of fifty inside of her.  Bubba 
was pleased as he placed another strip of duct tape over 
her asshole and up to her tail bone, patting it down 
until he knew it was not going to give.

"There!  Perfect!  Now stand up girl, we got some more 
gymnastics to do!" 

How in the hell could he make her do gymnastics with all 
of those grapes inside of her, Jennifer thought to 
herself...the volume of them was far greater than any of 
the sex toys he had already pushed inside her.  Time for 
some more pleading.

"How can you do this?  I thought you said I was going to 
release and feel good!  This HURTS!!!" cried Jennifer as 
she stood up slowly, barely able to straighten out as 
every minute tiny movement caused the grapes to grind 
against her pussy and ass walls in all sorts of nasty 
little ways.

"You want to release huh?  Well good things come to 
those who wait, and that means you.  So hop to it!  
Let's get in that gym room for some more leaps and 
jumps!  I think I can watch that for hours at a time!" 
mocked Bubba as Jennifer's anger with him grew.

As she hobbled in towards the gymnasium, she thought of 
every dirty name in the book that she wanted to call 
him, as she held her lower tummy with both hands, in 
agony from being so full.  And that nasty tape was 
pulling and tugging at the delicate skin in between her 
legs that it was so tightly fastened to.  Every move was 
painful for her; she had to take tiny baby steps to 
prevent her legs from moving too far apart, or the tape 
felt as though it was going to rip her pussy lips in two 
different directions.

As soon as Bubba and Jennifer reached the gymnasium mat, 
Jennifer collapsed onto her knees, still clutching her 
churning stomach that she thought was going to explode 
right through the duct tape.  Bubba shook his head, 
smiling.

"Do I have to get the whip again girl?  Stand up and 
lets see some flips!" said Bubba as he waited for her 
response.  When Jennifer started to protest again, Bubba 
slapped a piece of duct tape right across her lips!  Now 
all he heard was some moaning and whimpering as she 
stood facing him.

"Ah, that's better.  I love ya Jenny, but your voice is 
a pain in the ass sometimes." said Bubba as he watched 
Jennifer's eyes bulge out of her head as she looked 
somewhere behind him.

"Now what?  Are those grapes makin' ya feel good Jenny?" 
asked Bubba humorously as he watched her pointing behind 
him, and motioning with her eyes and hands for him to 
turn around.  Bubba noticed how strangely she was acting 
as though she were in a state of panic.

"What the hell is your probl....."

Bubba didn't have a chance to continue as a pistol from 
behind him whipped into the back of his head, knocking 
him immediately unconscious.  Jennifer watched in horror 
as Bubba's immense body collapsed to the matt, bleeding 
from the back of his head where the pistol end had made 
contact with his skull.

Jennifer fell to her knees, and stared with open eyes to 
the two large men standing right behind Bubba's 
collapsed body.

"Well well well," said Leroy condescendingly.  "What in 
the hell do we have here."

Jennifer stared at the large black man standing in front 
of her, he was enormous...just as big, perhaps bigger 
than Bubba, and with a cruel, much more sadistic 
expression on his face than Bubba ever had.  Jennifer 
turned her head a fraction of an inch to look at the 
other man standing beside Leroy.  Clarence's body seemed 
to be a white carbon copy of Leroy's, just as large and 
menacing.  The expression on his face was totally 
unmistakable; it was one of pure lust.  She immediately 
recognized the symbols on their bandanas, the symbols of 
the city's dreaded West Side Boys!

Her heart sank as she began to realize her horrible 
predicament.  These two men came out of nowhere, and now 
had knocked Bubba unconscious, and were staring at her 
as though she was nothing more than a piece of fresh 
meat thrown to a pack of lions.  Knowing that they were 
West Side Boy gang members, and having heard of their 
horribly cruel reputation, Jennifer began to wish that 
she was dead.

And she had a horrible feeling that her wish was going 
to come true in the hands of these two huge cruel 
monsters standing in front of her.

Clarence looked at the young sex toy kneeling in front 
of him, and felt his loins stirring.  He loved them 
young, and this girl was better than just young...she 
was young, hot, hardbodied and duct taped, it couldn't 
get any better than that.

Leroy chuckled to himself.  "Man Clarence, would you 
look at that.  Buster and Tyrone are going to be wishing 
they had done this drive by of old Charlie's on their 
own!  Looks like we're going to have ourselves an 
interesting evening!"

Jennifer's eyes bulged out almost as much as her pussy 
and rectum were.  She realized that her nightmare had 
just taken a turn for the worse.  Bubba may have been 
sadistic and cruel, but he was at least giving her an 
out.  She knew these men would not be treating her the 
same way.  The looks on their faces said it all.

"Baby," said Leroy menacingly, "You're going to get the 
fucking of your life........."


***TO BE CONTINUED in PART 5***


Thanks to any readers who have sent me emails about this 
story.  Your comments, criticism and feedback are always 
welcome and appreciated.

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