If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot com' Hitchhiker's Guide to Sexual Slavery By Norm DePloom Part 1 Cathy couldn't wait for her parents to leave the house. She wanted to go meet her boyfriend, they had just fucked for the first time two days ago, and she was eager to do it again. As she waited for her parents to leave she thought about how deliciously 'bad' it made her feel to sneak out and fuck with her boyfriend. Cathy loved her parents, but they were so hopelessly un-cool about this. She was only fourteen, but she was mature enough to make her boyfriend ware a condom when they did 'it'. Her hand moved towards her crotch as she lay on her bed and thought about what she would be doing soon. She was startled and jumped guiltily when her mother's head popped in her door. "Bye hun, do your homework. We'll be home late." She walked into the room and kissed Cathy on the cheek. Cathy wondered if her mother had noticed where her hand had been. "Bye mom, you and dad have a good time." The springs squeaked as she bounced off the bed and followed her mother to the door. She watched as her mother and father drove up the drive to the highway. As they disappeared around the bend Cathy looked at her watch. Damn, she thought, I'm going to be late. She was going to have to catch a ride on the highway. That didn't usually take very long for her, but she did not want to be late. Cathy ran back to her room, striped off her T-shirt, jeans, bra, and panties. Then put on a T-shirt cut off just below her breasts, and a pair of 'short- shorts' without a bra or panties. An outfit guaranteed to get her grounded if her parents ever saw her wearing it. She stopped to check herself out in the mirror. Her firm young breasts were obvious under her tight T- shirt. Mom would shit if she knew I was going out like this, Cathy thought as she turned and looked at her self from different angles. Her 'short-shorts' left almost all of her legs showing and accentuated her firm young ass.. Cathy was hopping that it would give her boyfriend an extra little thrill to discover that she was not wearing any underwear. Cathy resisted the temptation to strip off her shorts and masturbate before leaving the house. She rushed out, pausing only long enough to lock the front door. Then she ran across the yard and, instead of following the driveway that curved off to the left before joining the highway at the top of the hill, headed through the small stand of pine trees that separated their front yard from the road. Coming out of the woods on the edge of the highway, Cathy straightened her T-shirt and shorts, and paused for a moment to regain her breath. Then she started walking up the hill toward the foothill town where her boyfriend lived. As she walked, she would turn each time she heard a vehicle approaching and stick out her thumb in the universal signal. She knew all the dangers of hitchhiking, but she was young and filled with optimism. She was also eager to experience real sex again and would walk all the way to town if no cars came by. The first car streaked by without even slowing for a look. The next to vehicles were trucks, she did not even thumb them. I might be eager to get to town she thought, but even I'm not stupid enough to get a ride with a trucker, they were notorious. Cathy heard another car approaching, she turned around and stuck out her thumb, and her chest. As the car approached is slowed down. Cathy saw that it was a small convertible with the top down. The car stopped, and Cathy looked over the driver. Cathy guessed that he was in his mid thirties. Normally Cathy would not have taken a ride from a single man, but she was anxious to get to her boyfriend's house, and she thought she would be safe in a convertible. After all, she thought, I can always jump out when he slows down to go around a corner. "Where are you going?" the man asked. Cathy thought he had a nice voice. "Just into town." She replied. "Well, I'm going right through there on my way up to the mountains, hop in and I'll give you a ride." Cathy hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, and got into the front seat of the car. "My name is Frank." The man said, introducing himself. "I'm Cathy." Frank gave her a quick look. "I don't know very much about this road," Frank lied as he began making his plans, "I've never been up here before. How far is it to town?" Frank knew every inch of this road, and knew exactly where he could make his move. He had decided to use a little known turn out about halfway to town. "It's only about five miles, you can drop me off on Main Street, right at the drive in." Cathy really did not feel comfortable, and wished she had not taken this ride. Something just did not 'feel right' about this man. "Going to meet your boyfriend?" Frank asked as he looked pointedly at her breasts and then down at her crotch. "No, just friends." Cathy lied. She definitely did not like the way he was looking at her. Cathy decided to jump out of the car as soon as it came to the first stop sign. She was not going to wait until they got to the drive in. If he tries to take the road around town, she thought, I will jump out when he slows down to turn. Cathy new that this little car could still take the bypass turn relatively fast, put bruises and scrapes would be better than staying in the car if he tried to take her down that deserted road. They rode in silence, Cathy with her hand on the door latch ready to jump out if he slowed down and Frank giving her quick appraising looks whenever the traffic would allow. These looks added to Cathy's growing unease. Cathy watched suspiciously as Frank casually retrieved an electronic 'zapper' from the dashboard. She did not recognize what the device was, and was unprepared for what happened next. Without slowing the car down, Frank reached over and pushed the zapper's electrodes against Cathy's bare skin on her side between the bottom of her cut off T- shirt, and the top of her shorts. Cathy tried to move away but could not move far enough in the small car. Frank pushed the button on the zapper, and Cathy's body jerked and stiffened. When Frank took his finger off the button Cathy collapsed in the car seat. Frank applied the brakes and made a hard turn onto a dirt road that wound up behind a small hill. Once the road was out of sight he stopped the car. Frank got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. He opened a sport bag on the back seat and started removing equipment. When Cathy moaned and started moving Frank pushed the zapper against her bare stomach and pushed the button again. Her body stiffened and then relaxed when he removed the zapper. Frank pulled a ball gag from the sports bag and forced it into her mouth. The straps exiting at the corners of her mouth were small and flesh colored. He buckled them behind her head and arranged her hair to cover as much of the straps as possible. He pulled a wrist cuff out from under each side of her seat and secured each of her wrists, holding her arms down beside her. He wrapped a belt around the back of the seat and buckled it tightly across her stomach. Cathy came out of the daze, and began to struggle. Frank stood back and watched as she kicked her feet, pulled at her wrists and shook her head trying to dislodge the gag. "Give up you're not getting away now," Frank leaned close to her ear and whispered "or ever." Cathy tried to scream but little sound escaped the gag. Frank got a pair of wrap around sunglasses out of the sport bag and started to place it over her eyes. Cathy swung her head to keep him from putting them on her. Frank reached under her T-shirt and grabbed her closest nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Digging his thumbnail into her tender nipple he twisted and pulled until he could hear her screams through the ball gag, then he released the abused nipple. He leaned back over close to her ear. "If you don't cooperate, you will get hurt even worse." He spoke softly, almost tenderly, like he didn't really want her hurt her, but she was forcing him to. Cathy stopped swinging her head and Frank put the sunglasses on her. Cathy discovered that the sunglasses had been painted black on the inside of the lenses and totally blocked her sight. Frank secured the sunglasses with another strap that he covered with her hair. Frank took a few minutes to lift her T-shirt and admire her breasts. He gently stroked her nipples and leaned close and whispered in her ear again. "Looks like you got into the wrong car slut." He reached down and slipped his hands inside the legs of her shorts then, with one pull ripped the crotch open exposing her pubic bush. Cathy winced, and another muffled scream could be heard through the gag as the crotch of her shorts dug into her tender pussy before the seam ripped out. Frank pulled her T-shirt up, then held her down with his left hand on her neck. He bent over and sucked her right nipple into his warm mouth. He rolled the nipple around his mouth with his tongue, then sucked gently feeling it growing erect. Cathy was terrified, tears streamed down her cheeks but despite the terror her nipples hardened, and her cunt started getting wet. Frank moved his mouth to her left nipple. When the cool air hit her wet right nipple, it hardened so tight it hurt. She had never had her nipples so hard. While he continued to suck on her nipples, Frank slipped his right hand down over her stomach. He pulled aside the remnant of her shorts and ran his fingers through her pubic hair. As his fingers slipped through her pubic hair, Cathy squeezed her thighs together, and would not let Frank's fingers into her crotch. Frank began to squeeze Cathy's neck with his left hand, and his gentle nipple sucking turned into hard biting. Frank squeezed her neck harder, and bit more fiercely on her nipple until Cathy whimpered behind the gag, and relaxed her legs. Frank relaxed his grip on her neck, and returned to gently sucking her nipple as his right hand slipped past her pubic bush and his fingers rubbed along her almost virgin pussy lips. His forefinger met with no resistance as he slipped it into her cunt. Cathy was confused. How could she be so wet? She was almost out of her mind with terror. She knew she was, at the very least going to be raped. This man had already choked her, and tortured her nipples, yet her cunt was so wet his finger slipped in without resistance. Cathy concentrated on sitting perfectly still. She would not try to resist him any more, but she would not do anything to help him. Just as she made that resolve, Frank's fingers found her clitoris, and with an expert touch began to stroke it. Cathy, despite her resolve, found herself spreading her legs and moving her hips as far forward as she could in her restraints. Cathy's moans were smothered behind the gag, she felt like fire was spreading from her clitoris and consuming her entire body. Frank's index finger slipped into her wet open cunt while his thumb continued to stoke her hard clitoris. He moved his mouth back to her right nipple. Cathy's moans could now be heard despite the gag, she spread her legs even further, and started to hump her hips trying to fuck herself on Frank's fingers. "Hmmm.Hmmm.Hmmm." was all that could be heard in time with her hip movements. Frank brought her to the very brink of orgasm then stepped back and left her humping air as she desperately tried to get the release she needed. Her moans took on an air of urgency and then of begging. Frank, needing to relieve himself, pulled his large hard cock out of his pants and, with a few swift strokes, shot his cum over Cathy's breasts. Smiling at Cathy's desperate moans, Frank put his cock back in his pants and walked back around to the driver's side. Getting in the car, Frank started the engine and drove back toward the highway. Just before reaching the highway, Frank reached over and pulled Cathy's T-shirt down over her cum covered breasts. Cathy could feel the T-shirt sticking to her breasts where Frank's cum was drying in the sun. She had never felt this kind of aching need before. She had been masturbating since she was ten, and she had always managed to get away by herself and take care of her needs. She had been on the brink of what she was sure would have been the best orgasm of her young life, and now she was left with this aching need. She started rubbing her legs together, hoping to bring herself off. Frank saw what she was doing, and pulled the car over to the side of the road. Cathy felt straps being pushed between her legs, then felt her legs being pulled and held apart. Once the straps were in place Cathy discovered that she could not stimulate herself enough to relieve her need, no matter much how she wiggled her hips. The car accelerated and swerved back onto the highway. As the cool air blew over her body, and the aching urgency of near orgasm subsided, the need was replaced by shame. How could I have acted that way? How could I have gotten so excited by almost being raped? Now this man is going to know I'm a slut. Since she had started masturbating Cathy had become convinced that she was really just a slut pretending to be a nice girl. Even in Church she would get horny and, excusing her self, would go to the ladies room and masturbate, pretending that the priest was feeling her up while she knelt at the communion rail. When she was done, she would straighten her skirt, and return to the sanctuary, sitting beside her parents like nothing had happened. Shame flooded over her as she remembered how hot and wet she had become when this rapist touched her. She had been fooling herself, thinking that fucking with her boyfriend had been so good because they loved each other. Now she knew, and this rapist knew, that she would get hot for anybody. She had never felt this depth of shame and humiliation before in her life. She straightened herself with a new resolve, she would not react to this man again. He could rape her all he wanted to, she would just lie there. She would not react again. She would prove to herself and to this monster that she was not a slut who would get hot for anybody who touched her. Frank was watching her as he continued his drive into the mountains, he had taken an alternate rout avoiding the small foothill town where Cathy might be recognized. He knew, from experience, exactly what thoughts went through Cathy's mind, and exactly what resolve went with the straightening of her body. He also knew that her body would betray her, that she was indeed a slut who would get hot for anybody who touched her. They were on a stretch of road that was always deserted, so Frank reached over and pulled Cathy's T- shirt up exposing her breasts. Warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze, her nipples immediately started getting hard again. It's OK, Cathy thought, I can't stop my body from reacting to stimulation, but I don't have to let my emotions react. Frank gently stroked her bare skin, everywhere except her nipples, and her cunt. His hand gently caressed her thighs, her stomach, her sides, her arms her face, her hair and her breasts moving around her nipples. Cathy's breathing betrayed her excited state. Oh God no, she thought, I'm not going to get excited again. How can this be happening? He's not even touching my nipples or my vagina. But the truth was that her nipples were aching to be sucked and her cunt was begging to be fucked. With a long moan Cathy gave up the fight and started moving her hips in fucking motions hoping to stimulate her cunt. Then Frank spoke to her for the first time since kidnapping her. He gently squeezed her left nipple. "So, my new little slut wants to fuck?" Cathy froze, she tried to pull away from him. Shame flooded though her body again. She could feel the heat of her blush on her face. It was almost as hot as the heat of her cunt between her legs. "Let's play a little game." Frank suggested. "I'll ask you questions and you answer them." He unbuckled the strap holding the gag. "If you lie, I will hurt your nipple like I did before. If you tell the truth I will be nice to your nipple." Frank pulled the ball out of her mouth and laid it on the dashboard. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "What are you." Cathy's question was cut off by Frank's thumbnail biting into her nipple as he pulled and twisted it. "OUCH!" "Now, I've already explained the rules, I ask the questions and you answer them. Do you understand?" Cathy did not answer until a pinch and twist of her nipple spurred her on. "Yes I understand" "Are you a virgin?" "That's none of.Ouch.no, I'm not a virgin" "Are you a slut?" "No.ayieee.ouch." "You're lying to me, at your age your either a virgin or a slut. You've already said you're not a virgin. So, are you a slut?" "NO.AYIEE.OUCH.AIEEEE. OK I'm a slut." Cathy was surprised to feel relief wash over her when she said that. "How many men have you fucked?" "Just one." "How many times have you fucked?" "Just once." Frank's gentle massaging of her nipple while asking her questions felt good. Her cunt was heating up. Cathy also realized that being forced to answer these questions was also turning her on. "When was that?" "Night before last" Cathy's hips started moving again trying to fuck her cunt into the car seat. "Where were you going when I picked you up?" "To my boyfriends" Her answers were beginning to be a little breathless. "You were going to let him fuck you again?" "Yes" "Let's see, you were sneaking out of the house on your way to fuck your boyfriend when you hitched a ride with a friendly rapist, yea, I'd say you're a slut." As Frank said that he sllid his hand down her stomach through her bush and buried a finger in her wet cunt in one motion. Cathy felt like the finger sliding into her cunt was an exclamation point on his sentence. She spread her legs as far as she could and humped her hips, fucking her cunt on his finger. She pulled at her wrist restraints wanting to massage her own breasts while he finger fucked her hot cunt. "Oh God, Oh God..." she moaned humping herself harder on his hand. Frank pulled his finger from her greedy cunt and then pulled the car off the road and parked it. Cathy was struck with excitement and terror, both feeding on each other. Was he going to fuck her now? She wondered. Is he going to rape me now? Frank got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. After untying her legs, he unbuckled the wrist cuffs and pulled her out of the car. Holding her by a handful of hair he stripped off her T-shirt and what was left of her shorts. He quickly tied her wrists together behind her back and tied a rope around her neck with a slipknot. He tugged on the rope and began to pull her along a trail through the trees. Cathy, still blindfolded, began to tremble with terror and excitement as she stumbled naked through the forest. She was sure she was about to be fucked/raped, she just hoped she wasn't going to be murdered afterward. Suddenly they stopped. Cathy could hear running water. "Your too hot for me slut, I'm going to have to cool you down." Frank forced Cathy to lay down in cold water. The shock of the nearly freezing water numbed her body and her mind. When she lay down the water flowed entirely over her body except for her mouth and nose, which Frank allowed her to keep above water. At first she fought him, then he told her to stop fighting, or he would hold her under until she stopped. The ice cold water hardened her nipples until they hurt. Finally when she was numb all over and beginning to shake from the cold he pulled her out and tied her spread-eagle to a rock in the sun. Cathy was still blindfolded, and could not see what was happening, but the warm sun on her body felt wonderful, and the warm stone under her felt better than any bed she had ever laid in. The sun dried and warmed her body. The cool breezes kept her nipples hard. She could not hear Frank anywhere. Panic set in, was she going to be left her to die? Wasn't he at least going to fuck/rape her first? Then she started to feel tickling sensations on different parts of her body. At first she thought it was just the breeze, but then she realized that it was something or someone else. First on her inner thighs, then her arms, then her stomach, next her face, then back to her thighs. She never knew where she would be touched next, except he did not touch her breasts or her cunt. She was tied on the rock with her legs spread, and her cunt on display to the world. Finally the tickling brushed her clitoris and then her breasts and nipples. It was like an electric shock running through her body. "Fuck me Please. Rape me, fuck me anything just make me cum." She began to beg. Finally Frank spoke again. "So, my little slut wants to be raped?" "Yes, anything just let me cum" "I wonder how you'll feel about that in a couple of days." Using his hands now Frank continued to caress her body only brushing occasionally against her nipples or her clitoris. "I'm on my way to a mountain cabin, where I and nineteen other men, twenty all together, will be vacationing for a month. You, my knew little slut, will be our sex toy for the month." Again excitement and terror played off each other in her mind as Frank pushed two fingers into her as he talked. "You are going to be fucked in every hole in your body day and night for the next month. Then I'm going to take you home and train to be a sex slave." Frank leaned close to her ear, she could feel his breath as he continued, pumping two fingers into her cunt as he talked. "You are going to spend the rest of your life fucking any man you wants you." Cathy whimpered in frustration as Frank removed his fingers from her cunt and stepped back and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants, then moved around beside her head. "Open your mouth." He ordered. Cathy opened he mouth slightly. "More" She opened her mouth wider. Frank placed the head of his hard cock on her lips. She opened her mouth wider, and the head of his cock slipped between her lips and rested on her tongue. "You know what it is, and you know what to do with it." Cathy began to run her tongue over the cock head invading her mouth. Frank reached down and slipped two fingers back into her cunt. Cathy moaned around his cock head as he fucked his fingers in and out of her wet hole, rubbing them over her clitoris with each stroke. She closed her mouth around his cock and began to suck on it in earnest. She fucked her hips up and down in time with his fingers stroking in and out of her eager wet cunt. Cathy was rapidly approaching orgasm again when Frank pulled his cock out of her mouth, and removed his fingers from her cunt. "Oh God, don't stop." Cathy begged. "Please fuck me." Frank positioned himself between her spread legs and pushed the head of his cock against her cunt lips. Cathy sighed with relief, she knew she was about to get fucked for the second time in her life. Frank leaned over so he could talk softly in her ear as he began to push his hard cock into her eager wet cunt. Frank pushed the head of his cock past her cunt lips, stretching them further than they had ever been stretched. Cathy's body tensed as her cunt was stretched over his enormous cock. Frank pushed the first inch of his cock into her wet hole. He pulled that inch out and pushed two inches in. Frank continued in this fashion working more and more of his huge cock into her tight young pussy. Every time Frank thrust more of his cock into her, Cathy's cunt lips would be pulled into her pussy with his cock, forcingg her clitoris against the to of his cock and pushing her ever closer to an explosive orgasm. As he worked his cock into her Frank whispered in her ear, his mouth so close she could feel his breath as he spoke. "Tonight you are all mine to fuck as I please. I am going to fuck your cunt, your ass and your mouth several times each." The heat continued to rise in Cathy as she came ever nearer the orgasm she had needed so desperately for so long. "Tomorrow you will be put on display. The men will inspect you as they arrive at the cabin." Cathy fond this image highly erotic and began to come as she imaged herself tied to this rock as a line of men each in their turn felt her breasts and examined her cunt, pulling it open and sticking there fingers into her. Frank pushed the last inches of his huge cock into her just as her orgasm began. Frank kept his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt as it spasmed, and her hips bounced in sharp jerks up and down slamming her hips against the rock. Her cunt muscles massaged his cock like a hand was working up and down the length of his tool. Wave after wave of orgasm flowed through Cathy's body as she imagined herself tied up and 'on display' as thousands of men 'inspected' her breasts and cunt. As her orgasm died down Frank began to fuck his cock in and out of her cunt in long slow strokes, driving her towards another cum. "Then, after every one has had a chance to inspect you, we will draw numbers to see in what order you will suck us off. You will suck each of us, swallowing our cum for your breakfast." Another wave of orgasm swept through Cathy's body. Frank continued his long slow fucking. "After your cum breakfast each of us will fuck your cunt in the same order. Then we will each fuck your ass." Waves of orgasm continued through her body, causing her cunt to clutch as Frank's fucking cock. "Then the real fun will begin as we start fucking you two and three at a time. You will spend most of the month with a cock in every one of your holes at the same time. Your going to get fucked more in the next month than most women do in a life time." Cathy's cunt clutched at Frank's cock as another orgasm surged through her body. Images of men surrounding her, taking turns fucking her flashed through her mind, but the primary image remained being 'on display'. As she came and came, Cathy again imagined her self tied to this rock as an endless line of men took turns 'examining' her, but this time she imagined them 'examining' her pussy with large hard cocks while they 'examined' her breasts and nipples with wet sucking mouths. "OH GOD" Cathy screamed as another wave of orgasm racked her body. She had lost all contact with reality and was living in a dream of men 'examining' her. As she came over and over, her imagination focused on the endless stream of men each cumming in her cunt. The thought of a man 'finishing his business' and climbing off her, only to be replaced by another cock forcing its way into her cunt, held such erotic power for Cathy that imagining this scene over and over kept her in a constant orgasmic state while Frank fucked her cunt with greater, and greater force. Finally Frank slammed his cock into her cunt and held it there while grinding his pubic hair against her clitoris as he grunted several times and his cock jerked filling her abused cunt with his hot cum. As the jerking of Frank's cock subsided, he pulled it out of her newly stretched pussy and leaned against the rock to rest. Cathy was shocked out of her fantasy world, expecting another cock to force its way into her cunt, she whimpered when she realized that the fuck was over. Frank untied her and pulled her to her unsteady feet. He tied her hands behind her back, and started walking her back towards the car. As she walked the movement of her thighs stimulated her clitoris, and small orgasmic 'aftershocks' caused her legs to tremble. She almost stumbled every time this happened. Still being blindfolded by the special glasses, Cathy would occasionally trip, or stub a bare toe on a root. Finally she felt herself being pushed down onto the car seat, and swung her legs into the car. She heard Frank rummaging around behind her, then he pushed her thighs apart and pushed something into her cunt. Frank retrieved a large rubber cock from his sport bag and inserted it into Cathy's cunt. The rubber cock flared out to cover her cunt lips, and had a knob on it that rested against her clitoris. Its base rested on the car seat, and transmitted every vibration from the seat to her cunt and clitoris. Before they had gone five miles Cathy was coming, and once again sank into her fantasy world where an endless supply of men shot her cunt full of cum, then climbed off so the next man could force his cock into her available cunt. Frank had not put her T-shirt, or her shorts back on her. The cool air blowing over her breasts kept her nipples hard, and the vibrations of the rubber cock against her clitoris and in her steaming, wet cunt kept her in a constant orgasmic state, which fed her erotic fantasy of being gang raped. Cathy realized that the car was no longer moving, but she had no idea how long it had been parked. She sat, her hands tied behind her back, the rubber cock and the car seat drenched in her secretions, waiting for Frank to take her out of the car. Then, she heard footsteps on gravel. The car door opened and a hand pulled her up from the car. "Clamp your cunt down on that rubber cock, and don't let it slip out. If it slips out, I'll beat you." Cathy did as Frank instructed, and tightened her cunt muscles on the rubber cock. She gripped it as tight as she could, but her cunt was so wet and slippery that it started slipping out. Frank gave her a shove and started her dancing bare footed over the sharp gravel while she desperately tried to keep her cunt clamped down on the rubber cock that was slipping slowly from her wet pussy.