From: trekat@theriver.com
Subject: A Roadside Rape [3m/1f]
Date: Wed, 20 Dec 1995 20:27:05 GMT

			  Roadside Service
			   (Short version)
				  by
				Rick

	I thought I knew my beautiful, demure wife, but when our
three-year-old Cadillac broke down on our vacation, miles from
nowhere, and all hell broke loose, I discovered that I really didn't
know her that well at all.

	Even after six months of marriage, I still couldn't believe
that a girl as good looking and sweet as Paulita could really love a
studious, plain looking computer nerd like me, but she did. She was
attractive by any standards. Even with her glasses on, her hair in a
bandana, and no makeup, I thought she was totally gorgeous. She was
almost as tall as my six-one, with rich, dark brown hair, big, green
eyes, and a slender but fantastic figure.

	Our love life was pretty good. She was almost too modest
sometimes though, and she had trouble really letting go during sex,
but she was very affectionate. I took it real easy with her, and after
a couple of months, she relaxed and it got much better. I was no super
stud and not real experienced myself, but it seemed we were learning
together. I'd even been thinking about oral and anal sex with her if
she was willing. What the heck, we were in love and anything was okay
between us if we both wanted it, right?

	We got married in March, but it was into August before I could
get away and we could take a real honeymoon. The Caddie had been
acting balky for a couple of days before we left, but I didn't want to
delay things so I mentally crossed my fingers as we left Phoenix early
that morning. Everything hummed along great until we got several miles
out on Interstate-Eight. The car started heating up and I knew we'd
never make it up the San Diego mountains so I pulled into a roadside
service station, the only one for miles - in fact the only building in
sight.

	The long-haired kid in the greasy, blue overalls looked at the
engine and said, "Yer water pump's shot." and I had the feeling we
were about to get ripped off. I didn't know just how badly until
later.

	He called in for the part, and thirty minutes later, a
battered pickup truck pulled up in front of the garage in a whirl of
desert dust and two young men got out.

	They were rawboned, country boys, dressed alike in snug, faded
jeans, western shirts and wide belts with large, ornate buckles. The
husky one with the cowlick of thick, black hair across his forehead,
wasn't too subtle about the way he looked at my wife.

	Paulita had on a light, flower print summer dress with just
string straps, leaving her shoulders bare, no hose, no slip, sandals
and a perky little bow holding her pony tail. She looked about
sixteen, instead of her twenty-five, and when she walked in front of
the sunlight, you could see the outline of her great legs through the
thin material.

	The husky young man stretched out lazily on the weathered
bench by the door and kept watching her while he sipped from a can of
beer. I wanted to say something about it but he really hadn't done
anything out of line so I put up with it. I noticed that his buddy, a
wiry boy with close cropped, reddish hair, kept eyeing my wife too,
pursing his lips in silent whistles as Paulita stood by. Looking back
on it now, it was as if tiny warning bells were sounding in my brain
and I ignored them.

	After a couple hours, the mechanic called me back into the
shop, ran a printout from their small computer system on the bench and
showed me the bill. It was nearly a hundred dollars over what he'd
told me earlier.

	"That's too much," I said. "I don't mind paying an exorbitant
price, because we're stuck out here in the desert, but that's just
robbery. I want to talk to the owner."

	"I'm the owner," the mechanic said in a surly tone, "and these
are my partners."

	The reddish haired guy was standing close enough to touch me,
looking over my shoulder as the mechanic went over the printout again.
I started to ask him to move back when I saw the heavy revolver in his
hand, the muzzle barely touching the cloth of my shirt.

	"Now ya-all just relax," he said easily. "I'm sure we can work
this out. If you don't wanna pay up, we can make some other kinda
deal."

	I looked past him to see the taller, dark haired one pushing
Paulita ahead of him. I moved away from the man beside me, starting
toward her, but the barrel of the gun followed me, pressing harder,
urging me back. I couldn't help noticing how steady his hand was and
how relaxed he seemed. Outrage gave way to a cold, sick feeling and I
was suddenly unable to catch a deep breath. Paulita was pale and wide
eyed and then I saw the flicked knife lightly pressing her side.

	"Okay,' he said to the others, "we're closed. Phone's off the
hook too." He moved away just long enough to roll the overhead doors
down.

	"Just take it real easy," he said as he strolled over to us,
"If you don't fuss a whole bunch, we can get our business done here
and you can be on your way."

	The mechanic took my wallet, the redhaired one got Paulita's
purse and rifled through it, while the taller one pushed both of us
back into a small storage room off the shop. As we stood against the
cinder block wall, the one I called "Cowlick," for lack of a name,
shoved his hands into his back pockets and said,

	"Okay, here's the deal. We're just gonna take enough for the
parts and forget the labor if the lady here's willing to work it off."
He laughed. "We might even give you credit if she's good enough."

	"Just a minute," I said, glad that my voice was steady, "Take
the money, but you'd better think about what you're doing here. If you
add - I couldn't say the word 'rape.' - anything else to the crime, it
goes a lot worse for you. I'll sign a complaint to it as well."

	"What the hell do you think this is, mister, a fuckin' tea
party?" He shook his head in exasperation and took my wife by her
hand. "You understand what we're about here now, don't you? You're
gonna put out for us real nice, right?"

	She jerked her hand away. "No, damnit!" she gasped
indignantly.

	"You son of a bitch!" I hissed at him, starting forward,
almost forgetting about the pistol until Mechanic cocked it and thrust
it into my face

	Paulita gave a thin cry of fright and backed away.

	"Oh come on now, Honey," Cowlick said to her, "don't be all
uptight. Like I said, if you're real good about it, you both can
leave okay."

	"Looks like he's got a shitty attitude about it though,"
Mechanic said, "so I guess we'll have to tie him down."

	Then the waking nightmare began. One of them found a length of
rope, tied my wrists together behind me, then snugged the free end of
the rope to a metal crossbeam on the wall behind me. That way, while I
could move around a little, I could go only so far.

	Once I was tethered, Redhead and Mechanic lounged against the
near wall while Cowlick led my protesting wife to the blanket draped
cot against the far wall, pulled her down beside him and talked to
her. His tone was smooth and friendly as if he were simply discussing
road conditions or the weather.

	"Since we're all agreed," he told her in sickeningly intimate
tone, "there's no reason we can't be friendly about it, right? Now
don't you go worrying about your husband there either. He'd be wrong
to blame you for it, because you have to do what I say and you don't
have a whole lot of choice, right?. So why don't you just go ahead and
get undressed?"

	I expected her to fight, or at least scream, but moving
stiffly, she took her sandals off, stood and began to strip while he
sat watching her. She kept looking at him, not protesting or fighting
him, as she took off her glasses, unzipped her dress, took it off and
then reached behind to unhook her brassiere and drop it on the
concrete floor. She sat again rolled her underpants down and dropped
them next to her bra. I saw that the nipples of her breasts were
puckered tightly and that her face was flushed as she sat, just
staring straight ahead.

	"Hot damn!" Mechanic said thickly.

	I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. It was like
watching a snake, coiled just inches away. It's evil and ugly, but you
don't dare take your eyes off of it. No matter how many times I tried
to erase the images from my mind afterward, each tiny detail of the
next few hours was burned into my mind like an Eprom.

	Cowlick stripped down to his shorts and socks and sat closer
to her, putting his arm around her. He had an athletic build, with
thick hair on his chest and belly.

	"You got a beautiful body," he smiled at her. "I 'spect you're
kinda nervous right now though, but there's no need. Heck, we did our
job, now you do yours. So you just lie back and relax and we'll get to
know each other a little better, okay?	 She sat woodenly for a
moment, then just pushed herself back to stretch out on the cot. When
he pulled off his shorts, grinning at her, his half-erect penis looked
much larger than average. As boldly and easily as if he'd known her
all his life, he sat and ran one hand up the inside of Paulita's leg.
She shuddered.

	I gave a shout of anger then, lunging forward to the end of
the rope. Cowlick pointed at me, Mechanic came over to me, produced a
roll of duct tape and quickly slapped a length of it over my mouth.

	"Damnit now," he said, not really perturbed, "there ain't a
darn thing you can do about it anyway, so jus' shut up."

	Cowlick turned his attention to Paulita again. He kept
stroking her leg and talking to her in that easy way, then after a
minute or so, she lifted one knee a little bit and let her legs open
more. He grinned even wider and cupped his hand over her pubic mount.
It looked as if he was working his finger in her and she stiffened a
little, closing her eyes. He kept fingering her and after a while, she
sighed.

	"Well there," he said amicably, "I do believe you're getting a
little horny now."

	Then I realized exactly what he was doing: He was not only
going to rape her, he was trying to make her cooperate and even enjoy
it. I was sick with shame and rage. He got up onto the cot and knelt
between her legs, his penis now completely erect. Continuing to play
his sick game, he didn't lie down on her immediately but knelt there,
showing his hardon with sly patience until she opened her eyes and
stared nervously at the thick length and the swollen, reddish head
that was about to be thrust into her.

	"Well, hell, it ain't gonna bite you, Baby" he chuckled. He
took her hand, put it on his cock and held it there. "It's okay. Get
acquainted with it some."

	She looked embarrassed and miserable but she still grasped
that rigid, wicked looking thing when he took his hand away. She could
hardly get her fingers around it. "Go on," he prompted and she
hesitantly stroked it. "You can do it better than that," he chided.

	Wetting her palm with her tongue she grasped it again and took
longer strokes.

	"That's the way," Cowlick said in a soft, purring tone, "get
it nice a hard for us." A minute later, he said, "I'm about ready,
how 'bout you?" She stopped stroking him and then nodded. "Okay, here
we go, Honey. Put it where it belongs and let's enjoy ourselves."

	He slowly lowered onto her. She cocked her knees back as she
guided his erection to her, only flinching a little as he slowly
pushed into her. He seemed to take an awfully long time, riding her
with long, slow strokes. She lay stiff under him but before he was
done, I heard her breath coming in little grunts as he rocked away at
her. At one point, she drew her knees up higher and rested her heels
on his butt. Her face was flushed and she was was holding him tightly
by the waist, moving with him as he screwed her.

	"Come . . . on . . . Baby," he urged. "Let it out!"

	Just as he came, she expelled a long "ahhhh-uh!' and lifted up
to him. I was sick with shock and rage, angry at her as much at her as
him. How could she respond to him that way?

	Redhead was next, then Mechanic. I squeezed my eyes shut,
hearing the cot squeaking and then Redhead's harsh grunt of
completion. Minutes later, Redhead, standing behind me now, slapped
the back of my head.

	"Hey, wake up," he said. "Ain't you even interested seeing
your wife gettin' it?"

	I watched again as the nightmare went on. Absently, I realized
that outside of some porno films when I was in college, I'd never
actually seen anyone else having sex.

	Mechanic had pulled her on top of him, holding her thighs
while she guided his smaller erection to the already wetted portal of
her sex. He held her arms to steady her as she squirmed down onto him
and in a moment, she was riding him, moving up and down on him. She
was breathing quickly, sweating, the cot protesting again as she
strained over him. He slipped out once but she stuffed him back inside
and went on. When he gasped, 'yeah!' and bucked up at her, she leaned
down on him and moved a little faster, her breath whistling through
her clenched teeth and her belly making a soft slapping noise against
his. When he was done with her and had climbed off, Paulita rolled
onto her side, facing me, breathing deeply, her eyes unfocused. There
were wet streaks on her lower belly.

	I didn't realize I'd been pulling against the rope until I
felt a stinging in my wrists and looked behind me to see that I was
bleeding. I heard a tiny whirring sound and I looked over my shoulder
to see Redhead holding a camera.

	He saw me watching and grinned at me. "Just so as we won't
forget any of it, I'm taking a few pictures. O'course no one gets to
see 'em but us. That is unless you raise some trouble about it. Then
these get put all over town, and mailed to all the addresses in the
little book we found in her purse. I think I even got her folks
address too. I'll mail you some copies for your scrapbook. But I'll
keep the negatives."

	"We're gonna take a little break now," Cowlick said to
Paulita, "but you keep it nice and warm for us." To me, he said, "You
want a beer? No? Okay then, we'll be back after a bit."

	Paulita sat up, hugging herself. I assumed she'd help me get
loose or at least pull the tape off, but she just sat there, looking
at me, subdued, waiting for those three thugs to return. She'd been
raped, and would likely be raped again, but she wouldn't move to help
us get out of there. I began working at the ropes, causing me more
pain, but they wouldn't give.

	"I can't," she finally said in a small voice, not looking at
me. "There's three of them and they have a gun. We have to do what
they say."

	I struggled in gagged rage again but nothing gave. Then, too
soon, they were back. In a blur of rage and pain, phasing in and out
of consciousness, I watched them rape my wife again.

	Mechanic wanted another turn with her, but he wasn't
completely hard. "Get it up," he rasped at her.

	Without being told, Paulita dropped to her knees in front of
him and took his penis in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. She
licked her lips and then suckled him, her head moving back and forth
with a slow, steady movement until he came fully erect. Then she
stopped, holding it in her hand as if waiting for instructions.

	"Go on and finish it," Mechanic said, "and do it real nice."
She did.

	She choked a little when his hips began jerking, and pulled
her head away, but when he ordered her to keep on, and to swallow it,
she put him in her mouth again and kept on until he came. She leaned
back at the last second however and the ejaculate splattered over her
nose and chin.

	"Shit!" Mechanic snarled as Paulita quickly wiped her face. "I
guess she don't like the taste of it."

	"Most women got to be trained to like it," Cowlick told him.
"I want another turn with her, but I need a beer first."

	He left and returned a moment later, a can of beer in each
hand. He handed one to Paulita as she sat on the cot. "Here you go,
Sweet Thing. I figured you might be a little thirsty."

	"After all that hard work," Redhead added with a snicker.

	To my disgust, she accepted the beer and began to drink from
the can. As far as I knew, she didn't even like beer. When she had
finished it, she handed the can to Cowlick who tossed it into a
corner.

	"Well okay now," Cowlick said, "since we're all bright-eyed
and bush-tailed again, let's figure a way to pay off the next - What
do ya call it? - installment." He gazed thoughtfully at Paulita. "Your
name's Paulita isn't it? Well, Paulita, you ever taken it up the ass?"

	She shook her head quickly. "No! I can't do that."

	"Aw, come on now, Honey," Cowlick said soothingly, sitting
down next to her and taking her hands. "There's gotta be a first time.
You're gonna like it, once it gets going, believe me."

	"No," she protested, trying to pull away.

	Mechanic and Redhead stepped over quickly and the three of
them forced her to kneel, facing the cot. Redhead sat in front of her,
pulling her up by her by the arms so that she was stretched out over
his knees as Mechanic knelt down to wrap an arm around her waist,
pinning her. Paulita really struggled against them for the first time
now, but it didn't do any good.

	"Oh, now you just settle down, you hear," Cowlick said firmly,
kneeling down next to her, cupping her chin in his hand and turning
her head so she had to look at him. She squirmed and cried, pulling
against Redhead's grasp.

	"It only smarts right at first, then it gets good. I'll use
lots of goo to make it go easier. I tell you what: You let me know
when it hurts too much and I'll back off. But you got to know that,
sooner or later, you're gonna get it in you." She said something to
him in a very soft tone and he nodded. "That's better. Okay, here we
go."

	She was still for a time then, softly whimpering as Cowlick
got behind her and parted her butt cheeks to apply some vaseline from
the first aid kit to her anal cleft.

	The other two took a firmer grip as Cowlick hiked her hips up
higher and nudged her legs further apart. He stroked her exposed
flanks in anticipation before spreading her cheeks with one hand and
inserting a finger into her anus. She tensed and gasped.

	"Hey, Baby," Mechanic chuckled, "that's nothin'. You're gonna
think you got a damn horse up your ass pretty quick."

	"No," she protested, trying to squirm away. "Please don't!"

	Redhead snapped, "I don't know why we're acting like she was a
real date or something. Just sock it to her and be done, damnit."

	"Shut the hell up," Cowlick growled at him. "She's working off
the labor on the car, so she's a customer, not one of your darned
whores." To Paulita, he said, "Oh, come on, now! Stop yer fussing and
relax! Just get set, Honey, an' we'll get it over with."

	"Ow! Oh, no!" Paulita screamed and tried to lean away as he
set the tip of his sizable manroot to her lubricated opening and
pressed forward a little. "Oh, God, it hurts!"

	use to gentle a frightened horse. "I know it does. But we got
to break you in right, don't we?"

	"Ya got in 'er yet?" Redhead asked.

	"Just about," Cowlick affirmed. He pressed forward a bit more.

	Paulita hissed, arching her neck up and going rigid in agony.

	"Okay now," Cowlick soothed, "we're almost there. I'm gonna
give one big old push and then it'll be in. You count to three, take
another deep breath, and then the hard part's all done. Ready?"

	Paulita shook her head, but when Cowlick smacked her butt, she
began to count.

	"One," she said in a quavering voice.

	"Keep going now," he said, holding her hips.

	"Two . . . "

	"Come on, Baby," Cowlick said, "let's get it over with."

	She sucked in a quick breath. "Three."

	He shoved forward again, hard, Paulita howled in pain and then
went rigid, the cords standing out on her neck.

	"Uhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Jesus!"

	"We got a little bit there. Let's get it all in now. Try
pushing back at me, real nice and slow." She cautiously rocked
backward, caught a breath, then pushed back again, wincing as his
pelvis pressed snugly against her buttocks. "There you go, Babe, we
did it! Different kinda feeling, ain't it?"

	He pulled back and then wedged into her again. She stiffened.
He withdrew a little, paused, and pushed again.

	"Uh!" she exclaimed, but with less vehemence than before, then
sighed...

	"Now that's the way," he chuckled. "Told you it would get
easier, didn't I?"

	Head hanging, she was silent, and the others relaxed their
hold, as Cowlick started slow, steady strokes to her, grunting softly,
clucking to her as if she were a horse he was riding. I could clearly
hear the rasp of her 'uh, uh, uh' in the small room

	"Ok-kay," he breathed, after a while, "we're gonna go for it
now, Paulita Baby. You all ready?"

	"Please don't come inside me," she begged in a low voice.

	"Oh, I got to," Cowlick said firmly. He pulled back, paused a
second and then humped hard, grasping her hips tightly and growling in
his throat as he pounded the rippling flesh of her abused buttocks.
"Yah!" he bellowed and moment later.

	She lifted her head from Redhead's lap, just as Cowlick
finished, and the look on her face made my stomach lurch. There was a
strange, thin little smile on her lips, her eyelids fluttered, and her
mouth dropped open in dumb delight as she pushed backward to accept
his final thrust.

	"Oh now, that was just fine!" Cowlick chortled as he eased out
of her. "But, damn, we got a little mess here, Sugar. Grab something
and wipe me off, won't you."

	I was past caring as, naked and violated, she took a fresh
shop rag from the box at the end of the cot and wiped his genitals.
When he was clean, she dabbed at her anus with the pink rag.

	"I'd better go to the bathroom," she told him.

	"Well you just go, Baby. It's right outside to the left. Take
a pee and kinda tidy up a bit. Hurry right back."

	As she walked past me with a tight, ungraceful waddle, I saw
the pale streaks of moisture still on the inside of her thighs, mixed
with a darker wetness. I only hoped she would bring back a weapon of
some kind, or call the police. But I knew she hadn't when she returned
and went to stand placidly by the cot.

	Cowlick stroked her lower belly. "How ya doin' there, Paulita?
Feelin' better now, huh?"

	"Can we please go now?" she asked.

	"Well, I guess so," Cowlick said, "unless anyone else feels
like some more." He looked around, then right at me. "How 'bout you,
Mister Hubby? You want to take a turn at her now that we got her nice
and broke in to it? After all, she's pretty good and she is your old
lady."

	I glared at him, planning how to kill him, but he just grinned
and shrugged.

	"Go on and get dressed then," he said to Paulita, slapping her
butt. "I reckon we're all done here."

	I remember watching Paulita calmly dressing, and Redhead
holding the pistol in his hand as we pulled out of the service
station, but not much else. I came out of a daze a few miles down the
road, realizing that it was close to sundown and that we were headed
back toward Phoenix. Somehow Disneyland didn't seem a good destination
anymore.

	We didn't talk on the way back. All the way home, Paulita lay
with her head against the car window ledge, resting on her hip, her
eyes closed. I kept looking at her, wondering who the hell she really
was and why she looked the same after what had happened.

	As we pulled into our driveway, she sat up. "We're still
alive."

	She'd probably saved our lives by cooperating, but our
marriage wasn't alive anymore. For the most part, we didn't talk at
all, let alone touch each other. On my own, I decided not to call the
cops about it. I just didn't want the shame and the bother of either
of us having to appear in court, or having those photos show up.

	I thought I had things under control after that, but a month
later, when I bumped into her as she was coming out of the bathroom,
naked, wrapping a towel around herself, I suddenly grabbed her by the
shoulders and pushed her to the floor.

	The next thing I knew, I had my sweatpants down and I was taking
her right there on the hall carpet. I wasn't easy about it either,
ramming it to her as hard as I could. All the ugly images of those
redneck bastards smirking, shoving themselves into her while I stood
helpless, had been eating into my brain like an acid and I wanted
nothing more than to erase any trace of them by screwing her brains
out! Since I knew we were finished anyway, I wanted to take her one
more time and I didn't care how.

	I felt a burning along my back. Paulita's fingernails were
gouging my flesh, her knees were tucked up tight, and she was bucking
under me, going 'nuh, nuh, nuh,' whipping her head back and forth, her
face and chest flushed a hot pink as she drummed her heels on my
flexing buttocks. I pushed up on my arms and just humped her then,
slamming into her with long, hard strokes. I stopped short, pulled out
and told her to roll over. She did.

	"Spread," I growled. "Do it!" Paulita quickly raised her rear
and reached back to part her ass cheeks.

	If it was going to be the last time I had her, I wanted to
make it something she'd remember. I shoved deep into her anus in one
long push. She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn't protest and I
found it was easier than I thought it would be. Then I fucked her back
door, smacking my pelvis to her quivering buttocks, lunging and
grunting like a sweaty animal until I exploded into her warm
tightness. She gasped and moaned, breaking into a hard sweat and
pushing eagerly back against me. "Aw, Darling! Oh, God! Yes, yes,
yes!"

	I still didn't get it though. When I recovered from my
craziness, I opened my mouth to apologize to her, but before I could,
she whipped around to face me, wrapped her fingers in my hair and then
gave me an open-mouth kiss, jamming her tongue into my mouth as far as
she could. She let go, gave a hard shudder and fell back, her legs
flopping open.

	Looking up at me a moment later with half closed eyes, she
reached between us to fondle my relaxed cock in a loving way. "Would
you mind if I kissed him sometime?" she whispered, a wicked glint in
her green eyes.

	"I didn't mind at all," I told her, adding that right then would
be just fine. She went to the bathroom, brought a warm, damp cloth and
washed me off tenderly before she fellated me. She pressed me down,
stretched out next to me, stroked and sucked on me with lazy
lustfulness until I grew hard again and then kept at it to greedily
drink in my second offering.

	Oh yes, I think I really know my wife now.

	And, I might mention by the way, that roadside service station
went out of business a couple of months after that. It seems something
got awfully messed up with their online bank accounts and the money
just seemed to disappear into limbo. No need to wonder how that
happened.

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