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As long as she kept remembering that it was all a joke, she was fine; she was just another girl on stage in shorts and a tee-shirt. But it was getting harder to treat it as a joke when all these other people were telling them what to do and where to go; how to stand and how to walk, and smile, smile, smile. It was they started taking it seriously that she got nervous.
Because it was a joke, and it had been from the start. She and Jenny and Kelly had been as drunk as everyone else in the bar, and when the wet tee shirt contest started they had all gotten in line, and Ashley had been feeling no pain. How things had gone from snaking around on stage with her tee stuck to her tits to being in the new "Spring Break Hotties" video wasn't really clear, and how she'd become one of the finalists for "Hottest of the Hot" was a total alcoholic blur.
Things had obviously gotten out of hand, and suddenly she'd been surrounded by photographers and press flacks and people from the beer company that sponsored the event, and people were talking about scholarships and big money and exposure and even movie deals, and it all made her head swim. Somewhere along the way she'd totally lost track of Jen and Kelly, and Dawn and Chelsea too. She'd lost track of the motel and the beach and spring break as well, and now she was standing on stage with nineteen other girls rehearsing for the finals and telling herself that this wasn't real. This couldn't be happening.
"Now remember," the woman in the suit was telling them. Her name was Janey and she was from the beer company. "When you get on stage this place is going to be filled with people, one big party, and they're going to be yelling and hollering and clapping like a bunch of animals, so just try and ignore them. You just look at the cameras and have fun, because that's what we're all here for is to have fun, right? Anyone have any questions?"
Some girl to Ashley's right called out, "Can we fuck the judges?" All the girls laughed, and some of the men who were watching the rehearsal applauded and whistled.
"Honey," Janey said, "This ain't the Miss America pageant. You're all over eighteen; you do what you want. But there's seven judges, so if you intend to get to them before tonight, you'd better get busy!"
The girls all laughed, and even Ashley smiled, though she didn't quite know why. She looked around. Some of the girls looked familiar, but she couldn't seem to remember their names.
"Okay, that's it!" Janey yelled as the laughter died down. "Be back here at eight, and I'd suggest you all go back to your rooms and lie down till then!"
This last was shouted over the increasing babble of excited voices as the crowd of girls on stage broke up into laughing and chattering groups.
"You okay, Ashley?" a pretty dark haired girl asked her. "You look a little green."
Ashley remembered her name: Debbie. They'd been drinking margaritas just that afternoon.
"Yeah. I think so. Maybe I should sit down."
"Yeah, maybe you should. I need a fucking drink. I'm starting to sober up."
As if on cue a waiter showed up with a tray of tall, pink drinks in frosted glasses with bright plastic straws sticking out of them. Debbie grabbed two and gave one to Ashley. Ashley sipped at it automatically, while Debbie threw the straws on the floor and gulped down half the drink at once.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed, "That's better!"
Ashley sipped her drink and tasted rum and some sort of fruit juice. She had the strangest feeling that she had just awakened from some long, protracted and complicated dream, and she could still remember snatches of it: wild parties, mugging in front of a video camera, a bonfire, and many, many drinks.
"What day is it?" she asked Debbie.
Debbie laughed. "Fuck if I know." she said. "But I think I was supposed to be back at school two days ago. Hey, you want to get something to eat? April and Jan and me want to go down to Simon's and get some crab. Jan knows some waiter down there who'll give us a deal.."
"I don't know." Ashley said. the truth was, she wanted to go some place quiet and try and figure out what was happening, but she had no idea where she was staying. It dawned on her now that she'd been on a huge bender, drink almost constantly, drunk or passed out, and that the last few days were no more than a blur, a series of disconnected images. She could hardly tell Debbie this: what would she think?
Just then a man came walking over. he was considerably older than the boys who hung around the stage drinking beer, and he had an official look about him. He had a yellow ID hanging around his neck.
"Hi, Ashley?" he said to her.
She looked at him blearily.
"I'm Elliot, I'm your handler. I'm from the video people? I'm supposed to get you ready for tonight?" he said all this as a series of questions, as if asking her if she remembered him.
Ashley looked at his name tag. It said "Elliot Mabeuse. Hottie Videos Inc." Then there were a bunch of numbers on it. Automatically she smiled politely. She didn't know who he was, but the idea of a handler sounded very good to her right now. She liked the idea of someone taking charge of her and getting her someplace cool and quiet.
"Hey! How come I don't have a handler?" Debbie asked him resentfully.
"Oh, you do. He must be around somewhere." he said. I" just thought Ashley looked like she could use some down time, and I'm headed back to the hotel anyhow…"
"We were just going out to eat." Debbie said, putting her glass down on the floor. "Right, Ashley?"
The thought of food made Ashley vaguely nauseous "No, Debbie, that's okay. You guys go on. I really got to crash for a while." she said.
Debbie looked at her doubtfully. "Yeah? You sure? Well, okay. Whatever. Ash. We'll see you tonight, okay?"
"Okay." Ashley said
Debbie walked off and Ashley stood up, a strange experience. There were still a lot of people milling about the stage, beer people, movie people, people from the hotel, and people just watching and drinking.
Elliot smiled at her. "Come on. My car's right outside."
She'd been slightly cool in the air conditioned ballroom and it felt good to get out into the Florida sun. She was wearing sandals, a pair of very tight white shorts, and a tee shirt emblazoned with the beer company logo. The tee shirts had been intentionally handed out a size or two too small, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were still stiff from the cold inside and showed clearly through the tee shirt.
Ashley got in the car, squinting her eyes against the bright sunlight. She'd lost her sunglasses somewhere. At least, she thought she'd lost them. She was pretty sure she'd had some at one time. She couldn't remember, and she didn't care. It was dark in the car, and as soon as the air conditioner came on, she fell asleep.
Elliot woke her up when they got to the hotel, which wasn't a hotel at all but an upscale motel with a big pool. He guided her up to a second floor room and took her inside, locking the door behind him.
"Have as seat." he said, and Ashley flopped down on the sofa. She looked around but she didn't remember this place, but she'd been moved around so much that wasn't strange.
"Drink?" he asked.
Ashley shrugged. "Sure."
He made two drinks. Again, fruit juice and something else with lots of ice, and he sat down on the sofa next to her.
He took a sip of his drink and laughed. "You know what this must look like?" he asked her.
She didn't know what he was talking about. "What what must look like?"
"Your coming up to my room," he said. "A contestant coming up to a man's room."
She shrugged. "So what? You brought me here. You're my handler. You're in charge of me, right?" she asked.
"That's right." he smiled. "I'm in charge of you. So you should do exactly what I say."
He smiled again and took a long sip of his drink. Ashley didn't like the way he was looking at her.
"What are you talking about?" Ashley asked, suddenly getting scared. "You're from the contest, right? From the video people."
He didn't answer. He took her drink and put it on the table next to his. Then he turned around to her and pushed her back against the sofa. "Sure I am, Ashley. And if you play your cards right, I can help you win this whole thing. The money, the scholarship, the whole ball of wax."
He had trapped her nearest arm between his body and the back of the sofa, and now he held her pressed into the corner by her arm and the pressure of his body, and Ashley was still more surprised than scared. Everything was filtered through an alcoholic haze.
"What are you doing?" she asked, "Who are you?"
His lips came down on hers and she tried to push him away. She kicked out and managed to drive herself deeper into the sofa, but she couldn't use her arms.
"Get away from me!" she yelled. "Damn it! What do you think you're doing?""
Elliot had one arm around her back, and with his other hand he forced her free hand around behind her where he could grab it with his encircling arm, trapping her arms and leaving his hand free.
"Come on, Ashley," he said. "No one's going to hurt you. You want to win that contest, don't you?"
"No! Get off me!"
He was much bigger than she, and very strong. She tried to free her arms but he held her like a steel vise. He laid his leg over hers and she was totally immobilized so that her struggles now were limited to writhing and squirming, which just seemed to excite him as she pressed against his hard body.
"Yeah, I like that Ashley, you little bitch!" he hissed at her. "That's just how you're going to wiggle around when I've got my big hard cock in you, isn't it?"
Ashley swore in frustration as he pressed her body down into the sofa. His hand went to her breast and he squeezed it roughly, greedily, ending by pinching and twisting her nipple and making her jerk with pain.
She couldn't remember how many people had mauled her since she'd been down here, but it had been a lot. But you expected that during spring break. This guy was different. He wasn't just copping a feel or getting fresh; her was older and he knew what he wanted. He was serious.
Ashley sobered up immediately. She was angry and scared now and she twisted hard, trying to get away from him, but he only laughed.
"Come on, baby," he whispered to her, "Who are you trying to fool? I've been watching you the past two days and I've seen how fucking hot you are, you little tease!"
His hand slid down her body and forced its way between her legs to dig at her crotch. He kept his head was pressed against hers so that Ashley couldn't even try to bite him. She grit her teeth and whined as he continued to rub her pussy through her shorts.
"Yeah, you like that don't you?" he asked hotly. "I know what you are, Ashley. You're one of those sweet little things with your hot ass and your big tits, acting like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, and inside you're nothing but a fucking slut. A hot little whore who's just dying for a taste of cock.!"
His lewd words were disgusting and Ashley fought to push him away, but he held her like a rag doll and she couldn't move.
"But all your college boys can't give you what you need, Ashley." he went on. "No, a bitch like you needs a man's cock. You've got to be shown what you like. You need someone who can really make you feel it, not some kid who's in and out in five minutes and doesn't know your ass from your elbow."
He pressed hard against her pussy, pressing her shorts against her clit and making her jump. She thought about screaming, but she just couldn't bring herself to do that.
But fighting was no use. He was too strong, too heavy, and when she felt his huge cock pressing insistently against her hip she couldn't deny the illicit thrill she felt, knowing he was that hard for her. His need for her and his overwhelming strength seemed to set off some masochistic urge in her that she didn't understand and she didn't want to fight anymore. It was as if she recognized that if he were that hard for her and so desperate that he'd risk raping her, then she'd might as well let him have what he wanted, and after a few more moments of purely instinctive resistance, she gave up, her muscles relaxed. She was beaten.
He sensed the change in her immediately and yanked her back up to a sitting position, still holding her arm behind her back. But now his hand was not so violent as it as it explored her body, and he relaxed the death grip he had held on her. She felt his hot desire for her in his touch as it worshipped her body, and it overwhelmed her. She felt her pussy gush with wetness and when he pushed her legs apart she had no strength to resist.
"That's it, Ashley. Relax baby. I said I'm not going to hurt you." he whispered to her.
In this position Ashley could look down her body and see his big hands rubbing her pussy through her shorts, and she watched as he unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down, exposing her bikini panties. His fingers slid into her shorts and traced her skin just above her pubic mound, and she bit her lips to keep from moaning in hunger. His fingers worked their way under the waist band of her panties and then his fingers grazed through her neat patch of pubic hair, hooked beneath her and slid along her wet and swollen pussy. His finger was cool against the molten heat she already felt there.
"Oh God!" she groaned, closing her eyes in shame. She knew she was wet and her pussy was showing her arousal. Once he found out it would be all over for her. She cursed at her own body's betrayal, but then he kissed her and she forgot all about that.
His tongue was hot and insistent and it pushed its way into her mouth just like his finger was forcing its way into her cunt below; she couldn't resist it. She opened her mouth to him in and closed her eyes and felt his tongue fuck lewdly into her mouth just as his middle finger was doing to her cunt.
"Oh! Don't!" she begged, managing to pull her mouth away from him. "Please don't!" But her resistance was fading. His finger burrowed into her and it felt so good she thought she might orgasm right then and there. Her hips pushed up reflexively, trying to capture his finger and drive it deeper into her smooth, hungry pussy, wanting to feel him deeper.
All her life her body had betrayed her. All it took was the feel of a man's rough hands on her, urgent and demanding and refusing to take no for an answer, and she melted. Her most secret fantasies always involved being tied up and taken hard, but up till now they had been fantasies only. Now she was finding that the reality was far more exciting than the fantasy, and in spite of her struggles—or perhaps because of them—that familiar hot yearning was taking possession of her, turning into a whore before her own eyes.
He stood up suddenly and yanked her shorts down over her hips, and with her arms free Ashley tried once again to push him away. But she had no strength now and her struggles were half-hearted and ineffectual. He reached down under the sofa and came up with a length of rope. He grabbed her wrists and half turned her on the couch, then wrapped the rope around her wrists, tying them behind her back and finishing it off with a knot.
Ashley realized that he'd had the rope there all along, that he must have had this all planned out, and the idea that he'd already worked out how he was going to lure her here and rape her gave her a strange feeling in her stomach.
When he'd finished with her wrists he pushed her back on the sofa and looked at her.
"If this is the way you want it, Ashley, it's okay with me. But you're not fooling anyone with that innocent act. You want it as much as I do, Baby, and we both know it. But maybe you need someone to show you what a slut you really are. Maybe you need to be reminded. 'Cause when I get through you'll be begging me for cock, Ashley. Begging me!"
He pulled her shorts off her legs and threw them aside, leaving Ashley slumped in the corner of the sofa in her tee shirt and panties with her hands tied behind her back. The position of her arms forced her breasts against the tight tee shirt, stretching the fabric. the shirt was so tight and so thin that not only were her nipples visible, but the surrounding areolas as well.
He fell heavily on the couch next to her and slid his leg beneath hers, raising her hips, and she was forced to watch as his fingers crept inside her panties again and began to play against the sodden lips of her pussy, tracing her slit from clit to asshole and back again. She was so wet now that the squelching sound of his fingers moving in her oils was clearly audible, making her face redden with embarrassment.
"You tramp!" he said with a leer as his finger traced up and down in her pussy. "You're soaking wet!"
He yanked at her panties, getting them over her rounded ass and down her thighs, and they followed her shorts to the floor. Now she was totally naked except for the thin tee shirt. The way she was stuffed into the couch had her head and hips up, so she had a perfect view of her pussy when he dipped his finger into her and withdrew it, trailing long thin strings of her own lubricant.
"Look at that." he said with a laugh. "Ready to be fucked, aren't you baby?"
Ashley whined in shame and tried to turn her head. He grabbed her by the arm and lifted her easily from the couch and propelled her into the bedroom. He stopped before the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and the closet door and pulled her around in front of him so that she was looking at herself in the mirror, with him looming behind her.
"What do you see, Ashley?" he whispered in her ear. "What do you see in the mirror, huh?"
She saw herself, her naked pussy, her tits thrusting against the tee shirt. She couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her hair hung in her face in a sensuous tangle, and her mouth looked ripe and bruised, dripping with desire. She’d been here before. She’d been here in her own private dreams and fantasies, but this was better any fantasy. She looked like a sexual animal bound for the slaughter, and the sight of herslef made her groan in shameful desire. She loved the way she looked.
As she watched in the mirror she saw his big hand come around her and take her breast, pushing it around on her chest, tweaking her nipple, while his other hand went down to her pussy where he spread her apart with two fingers and she saw her glistening pink flesh inside. She was soaking wet. There was a pool of her own moisture gathered at the mouth of her pussy. She saw it, and he saw it as well. She could feel him smile behind her as he held her cunt open like that. God, she needed to be fucked. She needed a cock in her bad.
He held her there so she got a good look, then he yanked her away and threw her onto the bed as if she were a rag doll. He threw her so hard that she bounced on the mattress, and she had hardly stopped moving before he was back with more rope.
He tied rope around her ankles, then rolled her over and untied her wrists, He took more rope and forced her wrists down snug against her ankles and tied them together, so that when he flipped her over on her back she had to arch her back and open her knees , her feet drawn tight against her buttock. She was wide open to him, totally vulnerable.
It was humiliating in the extreme, and Ashley moaned and tried to keep her knees together to hide her sex, but it was too hard. She was weak now, she had no strength left, and when he parted her thighs with his hand, she couldn't even put up token resistance. Her knees fell open, forcing her to thrust her cunt up obscenely into the air, as if in invitation
His head dipped down to between her legs and she squeezed her eyes shut, knowing what was coming. Even so, when his mouth touched her wet, heated flesh she cried out desperately then bit down on her lip, determined not to show him how good it felt. His tongue licked over her open pussy, dipped inside her and sucked out her juices, slithered down to her asshole and teased her there, then he licked his greedy way up her cunt again, lashing her clit and making her head spin and her body tremble.
As he ate her cunt his hands came up and he fondled her breasts, twisting her nipples and squeezing her flesh. The sensations all ran together so that, despite her pledge to herself, she soon was groaning and gasping for breath at the wonderful things he was doing to her. But when he pressed a slippery finger against her asshole and popped inside, Ashley screamed. This was beyond sex; this was a violation of her own person. This was obscene and degrading beyond anything that had gone before.
He began to fuck his finger in and out of her tight asshole, giving her the most insanely personal and intense feelings she'd ever experienced, and when he began again to suck her pussy while his finger screwed around inside her ass Ashley couldn't fight it anymore. Her groans were torn by shuddering gasps and half-formed words. She was defenseless. There was absolutely nothing she could do to keep him from doing whatever he wanted to her, and, as if that weren't enough, her rebellious body had started humping and rolling her hips up at his invading finger and tongue, seeking more of this degrading pleasure.
He got up from between her legs but kept his finger in her anus, and the next thing she knew he was kneeling by her head. With his free hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her face over to his enormous stiff cock. he didn't have to tell her what to do. Her mouth was already open as she gasped for breath, and when he thrust it into her mouth she took him in with a moan of helpless and hungry surrender.
Without a thought she started sucking his cock, sucking hard. His finger in her ass was making her crazy; out of her mind with lust, and even when he started fucking brutally into her face she wouldn't protest. She took all he had to give and hummed with masochistic pleasure, loving the brutal force of his thrusts, the savage way he treated her.
"You want me to shoot it down your throat, you cock-sucking slut?" he asked her hotly. Ashley only groaned and opened her mouth wider to let him fuck even deeper into her deperate throat with his demanding strokes.
Abruptly he pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving it just inches away.
"Beg me, cunt!" he said. "Beg me Ashley! Beg me to fuck you!"
Ashley licked her lips. Her body was on fire, her cunt pulsing, and the sight of his spit-soaked cock throbbing inches from her face was more than she could take. But she wasn't going to beg. She wasn't going to do the one thing he wanted.
He pulled his finger from her asshole and suddenly slapped her ass, making her cry out in shock. He turned her over and pushed her up onto her knees, her wrists still tied to her ankles. In this position her ass was thrust obscenely into the air in helpless submission. She was like a recpetive bitch, waiting to be mounted. She felt him crawl between her open thighs. His big cock pressed against her pussy.
"Ohhh!" she screamed as he shoved his meat into her. His finger had been nothing compared to the huge girth of his cock, and she felt as though she'd split, as if her pussy would rip open. He leaned forward, pushing more of his hard cock into her and she gasped again. He filled her completely and she could feel her lips stretching into a tight O around his massive member.
"Ahhgh!" One more hard thrust and he was in her all the way, and Ashley closed her eyes tight and tried not to move. She heard him panting behind her and she could feel the throb of his heartbeat in his cock where it lodged so tightly inside.
"Oh God!" she moaned. "Don't move! Please don't move!"
But he didn't care. He pulled out, seeming to pull her pussy out with him, then shoved back in. She felt like someone had taken a plunger to her guts; she had never been so fucked, so filled up with hot, hard prick, and her body quivered and prickled with strange chills.
He pulled out again, but now she was getting looser and lubricating more, and she felt the veins and nubs on his cock rub against her sensitive internal flesh. It felt absolutely wonderful, sending off sparks of pleasure in her mind. he began to fuck her now, moving in and out, the uneven surface of his cock like a washboard as it slid in and out of her cunt.
Ashley bit her lip and whined with pleasure. She was helpless; resting on her cheek and her knees on the bed, her wrists tied to her ankles, her ass in the air. She could do nothing either to stop him or encourage him. As far as he was concerned she might as well not even have been there, only her body, only her sweet, hot pussy mattered. And all she could do was lie there like a slave and get fucked by his huge, insatiable prick.
And yet, something in the heartless way he used her excited her terribly and made what they was doing all the more wicked and delicious. Ashley was no virgin; she'd made love many times and to several men. But it had never been like this, so nasty and so deeply fulfilling. His breathing filled the room along with the thick, visous sound of his prick in her cunt. He groaned and grunted as he labored over her body, shuddering with pleasure as he filled her, sending his cock into her again and again. She loved it. She loved being used like this.
And then he was gone. He pulled out of her, leaving her empty and abandoned, and she heard him behind her, gasping for breath, his hands still on her hips. She howled in frustration and waggled her ass back at him like a bitch in heat..
"You want it, bitch?" he panted. "Beg for it!"
Ashley had no compunction now. She was open and empty, yet still on fire, and she never wanted to come down from that beautiful sexual high she was on. What did it matter? She was already humiliated, raped, and tied like a slave with her naked ass in the air. What did it matter what she said?
"Please! Please!" she moaned. "Please fuck me! I need it! I need your cock in me!"
The sound of her own voice saying such filthy things to him excited her even more. She knew she had no shame now. There was nothing now she wouldn't do.
And he knew it too. Her words were her surrender, her admission of what she was: a hot, fuck-hungry slut. She belonged to him now; she needed him.
That was all it took. He laughed and ran his dick into her with one savage thrust, knocking the air from her body. Immediately he started to fuck her hard, deep, not caring about her, his mind only on shooting his hot load deep inside her young body. She felt him get off his knees and squat behind her on his feet like an ape so he could get more leverage and ram his cock into her faster and with greater force, and he held her ass, using her hips for handles to pull her back onto his impaling length rocking her whole body back and forth so fast it made her dizzy.
"Bitch! Cunt! Whore!" he hissed at her. "Slut! Take my cock, baby! Take it all!!"
And Ashley moaned back, "Ooh, yes! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock! Make me come!"
He redoubled his pace, his sweat falling on her back as he shook the bed in his desperate race to the finish. Ashley was out of her mind with lust. Her whole body rocked back and forth as his cock pierced her again and again, and then she felt his fingers dig into her hips. He pulled her back and his big cock throbbed inside her belly, throbbed again and he let out a huge moan, a cry as he began to splatter her womb with his semen.
He grabbed her tits, took her nipples in his hands and squeezed them until the pain blurred with the mind-wracking pleasure she felt as he poured his thick cream into her. She was a slut, a whore, she was anything he wanted her to be, just so she could feel this mindless ecstasy.
"All of it!" she screamed. "Give me all of it! Every fucking drop!"
Again and again he slammed into her spasming pussy, pumping his gism into her, his groans of release loud in her ears. Ashley felt herself clamp down on him, not able to let him go as she spun in a whirlpool of pleasure, giving herself entirely to rapture of orgasm.
When it was done he gathered her into his arms and kissed her, fondled her body and caressed her.
But when she asked him to untie her wrists he refused. He knee walked up to her face and pressed his limp cock against her lips.
"We're not done." he said
He took a moment to untie her wrists from her ankles, and Ashley's legs fell weakly to the bed. She felt his come start to seep out of her, but that was nothing compared to the relief of no longer being trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey.
Ashley couldn't believe he was ready again so soon. The perspiration hadn't even dried on her forehead and tits yet, her pussy hadn't stopped spasming with pleasurable aftershocks, and her he was dragging his limp, come-covered prick over her lips.
"Open." he said. "Open your mouth and clean me off."
"Wait, please." Ashley gasped. "Just let me catch my…"
"Now!" He yelled. He grabbed her hair and pulled her lips hard against his greasy cock, and she had no choice but to open her mouth and let his limp member inside.
She sucked him, tasting the salty bitterness of his come and her juices, and she swallowed it, keeping her eyes closed so he wouldn't see her shame. She could feel him throb in her mouth, and with each throb his cock got bigger. The sight of her innocent face cleaning off his cock was making him grow in her mouth.
"That's it, baby." he said. He brushed her hair back from her face so he could watch her nursing at his cock. "You do that real good. Real good. You feel what you're doing to me? You feel me getting nice and big in your sweet little mouth?"
He leaned over her, pulled her arms behind her, and tied her wrists together again.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"It's better this way. And you can't try anything stupid. Now suck!"
He was fully erect now, lying next to her with his hips level with her face. Ashley tried to blank her mind and just suck on him, just get it over with, but as he got harder and harder she found to her own dismay and disgust that she was getting aroused again herself.
He began slowly pumping his hips into her mouth, and she was able to keep her head still on the pillow, which was some relief. As he fucked her he breathing got louder and faster, and began to catch in his throat. He reached down and began to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples softly, squeezing them, pushing them around on her chest..
There was no denying that his hand on her boobs felt good, but still she resented the fact., resented her body's own response. The sensations sunk into her and brought her pussy to life, as if it too suddenly wanted a share of the his attention and pleasure. Ashley found that if she sucked harder and used her tongue than he would rub her breasts harder and tickle her nipples, and she began to experiment, telling herself that she only wanted to get this over with as soon as possible: make him come and then maybe he'd let her go.
But before she knew it she was squeezing her thighs together to stop the needful ache in her cunt. His big, hard, piece of meat filled her mouth and the feel of it as it slid over her lips was delicious. She loved the way she could make him groan and twitch by using her tongue on the head of his cock, and soon she was moaning too as she sucked his prick, her hands tied behind her.
"You're a good little cock-sucker, Ashley." he said. "Did you know that? You're just a natural slut, a natural little fuck-toy. All you've got to do is stop trying to play the little angel and you'd find that out."
Ashley groaned around his cock. She knew he was wrong. She wasn't loose, she wasn't easy, she didn't sleep around. She had no idea why her body was responding to this man the way it was, but she was not a slut.
He saw the look of denial on her face and he laughed.
"I guess I've got to prove it to you then." he said. "I've got to prove to you what a whore you are, huh?"
He pulled his cock from her mouth and jumped out of the bed, leaving her to lie there panting and licking the saliva and pre-cum off her swollen lips. She heard him fumbling for something, and then he was back on the bed, his weight pressing the mattress down. He turned her over on her back and made her spread her legs, and she felt him push something cold and slippery into her pussy, some sort of egg-shaped object.
She knew what it was even before he turned the knob that sent maddening vibrations surging through her cunt: a vibrating egg, and it pulsed and hummed against the sensitive walls of her vagina like a maddened swarm, of bees. She tried to fight the feeling and keep her face composed, but the sensations were just too intense and she gasped, turning her head to the side.
He knelt by her side, holding the controller in his hand, watching her fight to maintain her dignity as the vibrator sent waves of overwhelming pleasure throbbing through her body. She felt her nipples stiffen.
"Let's see if this increases your enthusiasm." he said. "Let's see how good you can be with this thing humming away in your little cunt, Ashley."
She squeezed her knees together to try and stop the buzzing, but it did no good, and she realized that she just couldn't fight it. There was just no way she could ignore the fierce deep thrumming of the little egg deep inside her. It was like her whole pussy were being tickled and licked at once.
She clenched her face tight, trying not to succumb, trying not to show how it made her feel, but then he turned the speed up and she just lost it.
"Oh God!" she sobbed, shoving her hips up into the air as if fucking this invisible invader. She needed something in her pussy. Something to stop this maddening buzz.
He laughed and turned it back down, averting the crisis but leaving her desperate for cock. He put his prick near her lips now and Ashley instinctively gulped it into her mouth as if seeking some relief from the feeling of emptiness. She sucked him now as if she meant it, as if she really wanted his come to gush into her mouth and fill her belly. Somehow the cock in her mouth and the thing in her pussy were connected in one long circuit or salacious pleasure, and she couldn't stand it.
He watched her sucking his cock, her cheeks hollowing, her lips distended, while her hips kept pumping into the empty air. She looked like a total whore and she knew it but she didn’t care. He grabbed her nipples and twisted them painfully, but the pain just made her more excited. Maybe she was a slut, maybe she was a whore. What did that mean compared to the wicked sensations that burned through her young flesh. She had never been so hot in her life.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out, pulling her face from his cock. "Fuck me! Please! I need your cock in me! Fuck me please!"
"Sounds to me like a slut talking" he teased. "So now you want to get fucked?"
"Please! Please!"
She desperately wanted to touch her pussy, to masturbate,. but her hands were trapped beneath her and her wrists tied together, so all she could do was grind her hips and roll her pussy around in hungry circles as she squeezed her knees together or slid one leg along the other.
When he knelt between her legs, Ashley spread them wide, ignoring her shame. She expected him to pull the \vibrator out of her but he didn't. He just pushed his cock in after it, shoving it even deeper into her. She arched her back and yelled as she felt the vibrations spread through her belly and her tits, into the very core of her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she was aware that she was coming, but it was an orgasm like nothing else she'd ever experienced, keeping her hanging at the peak of sensation, her body burning with a pleasure so intense that it hurt.
She was aware of the buzzing and of his big cock stretching her and filling her again. She was aware from his sobbing moans and frantic clawing of her tits that he was feeling the vibrations too and that they were driving him insane with lust. She was coming and he was fucking her and her whole insides were convulsing in waves of sheer pleasure, and then he pulled out of her, quickly dragged himself to her face and plunged his cock into her open mouth.
The head of his prick pushing into the back of her throat caused her to choke and cough, and just then he let loose with a scalding blast of come. It hit the back of her throat and made her cough again, sputtering on the hot load that filled her mouth. Gism dripped from her lips and ran out of her nose as she choked on his massive discharge, and all the while her eyes were sightless, her pupils rolled up into her head, her body tight and quivering from head to foot.
Again and again he shot, pumping his seed into her mouth. Some she swallowed, some leaked out over her lips, and some leaked out of her nose. But as his massive ejaculation ceased, he finally, mercifully turned off the vibrator, and pulled it out of her trembling pussy.
Ashley couldn't speak, she didn't dare move, afraid that she'd spark another orgasmic aftershock. In her present, over-stimulated state, sensation of any kind had become excruciatingly painful. It was all she could do to gasp for breath, and even then little echoing jolts of pleasure ran through her nerves, causing her breasts to tremble every time she inhaled.
He recovered before she did. He got off the bed and brought her a towel, then untied her wrists so she could wipe off her face. He brought her a glass of water and she drank it thankfully, slopping some on the bed because her hand was trembling so badly.
His kindness surprised her. "Who are you?" she asked him in a voice that was still shaky.
He was standing by the bed toweling himself off. "My name’s, Elliot." he said dispassionately. "Not that it should matter."
Ashley steeled her nerves, but she was in such a high emotional state that it didn't seem to matter, so she asked, "I don't know you. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I want to." he said coolly. "Maybe you don't know me, but I know you. I know where you go to school, I know where you live. More than that, I know what you are and I know what you want. Even better than you know yourself."
She was still feeling bold when she said sarcastically, "I don't think so."
She had no doubt that he was capable of real violence, and as soon as she said it, she regretted it. But he took no offense.
He looked at her with a slight smile and said, "Come on, Ashley. We both know what the story is here. You just came harder than I've ever seen a woman come in my life. You were ready to jump out of your fucking skin, so don't give me any more of this crap that you don't enjoy this."
He was right. Just the thought of what she'd just been through was enough to make her shudder with remembered pleasure. She'd never felt like that in her life. Sex had never been so terribly intense and so unbelievably satisfying, and she realized that all her previous sexual experiences had been no more than a kind of delightful friction. She’d never been so totally involved, never felt an orgasm ovewhelm not just her body but her heart and soul as well.. She’d always thought of herslef as experienced, but now she realized that it had all been like child’s play, no more than glorifed kissing games. This was the real thing. This is what people talked about.And even though she knew she should hate and fear this Elliot, she felt as if her body was reaching out to him for more. No one had ever made her feel like that.
And it wasn't just the intensity of her orgasm. It was the way he took her and held her down, tied her up and used her body for his own pleasure; the way he possessed her without regard for what she might want, without consideration for her as a person at all. He treated her like a whore, like she was nothing but a mouth and a cunt and a pair of tits, and that gave her a wonderful freedom.
Even as she thought about this she felt a thrill, a melting softness between her legs again.
He was right. She loved it.
She heard him turn the shower on in the bathroom , then he came out and said, "Come on. You go shower and get cleaned up. I'll go after you."
She sat up and got to her feet cautiously. Her thighs were still trembling, her legs felt like jelly, and she really thought she might fall, but he took her arm and helped her into the bathroom. As he let go of her arm she happened to see his face in the bathroom mirror. He was looking at her naked body with a look of smoldering lust, a look so frank and undisguised that she even though he didn't know she saw him, she looked away. His look thrilled her.
She locked the door behind her and leaned on the sink for a moment, trying to figure out what was happening to her, but her mind didn't want to work. She'd never had a man look at her that way, not even during all the silly spring break events.
She checked the water temperature, then entered the shower.
She was bruised and battered and sore, and the water hurt at first as it drummed against her skin, but soon the warmth began to relax her muscles and take the soreness away, and it felt marvelous.
As she washed, she kept on feeling the way he'd touched her, how strong and demanding his hands had been. He'd simply taken command of her, as if he only wanted her body and cared nothing for the rest of her. She'd been a helpless witness to her own seduction and debauch, and that had been extremely exciting.
She knew he was wrong about her. She wasn't a slut, not as she understood the word, but she wondered if maybe she did work too hard to be the perfect little Ashley, if maybe there was another Ashley inside her who she'd been ignoring.
She rinsed herself off and turned off the water. She was being stupid, she told herself. The fact was, she was the prisoner of a rapist, and nothing mattered but getting away from this man before he abused her anymore. She should play along with him until she could escape, and then worry about all this other stuff later.
She stepped out of the bathroom feeling better about things, and she walked to the other side of the room to let him into the bathroom, keeping her eyes off him as he passed. He went inside and closed the door.
She couldn't believe her luck. She quickly went into the other room where she'd left her clothes, but the clothes weren't there. She went back into the bedroom and looked in the closet, but they weren't there either. She couldn't find them anywhere, but laid over the chair was an outfit: a white miniskirt, white blouse, and white silk underpants..
She'd go out in her towel. She didn’t care. This was an emergency. But there was some sort of lock over the door knob, a big orange hexagon that locked over the knob and just spun freely when she tried to turn it. She couldn't open the door.
She ran back into the bedroom and picked up the phone. Dead. Just then she heard the shower stop.
"I left some clothes for you on the chair." he called out from the bathroom. "Put them on. Your other clothes are gone."
She was surprised at how well she adjusted to captivity. True, she'd only been there for six hours, but she was his prisoner, and she thought that she'd have hated him more and more as time went by. Instead she seemed to accept her captivity as inevitable. She figured that in time he would get tired of her and let her go. Until then there was really nothing she could do.
Rather than becoming more desperate as time went on, Ashley found a kind of a truce had developed between them. He hadn't touched her since her giant orgasm, and he'd even ordered them dinner, and though he didn't seem that eager to talk, he wasn't especially rude to her. She didn't feel like talking much either, so instead they sat at two different ends of the room watching TV.
She got up and cleared the remnants of the pizza from the table and threw it in the garbage. Just because she was a captive didn't mean she had to live in a pig sty, She carefully brushed off her skirt to make sure she hadn't left any crumbs on it. It was very tight and very short, but it was the only thing she had to wear now untill he decided to give her clothes back.
Despite the truce, Ashley was by no means relaxed. After her post-orgasmic weakness had faded she found herself feeling very energized which made her feel bolder and less afraid. And to make it worse, he hadn’t said three words to her for the last hour. He just lay there watching TV and she resented his silence. What kind of kidnapping is this if all he's going to do is lie there and watch TV?
Her white skirt was very tight, as was her white blouse. When she walked she could feel the fabric sliding over her buttocks in a deliciously arousing way, and since she wore no bra, her nipples also rubbed against the soft silk of the blouse. The two sensations combined to make her feel very sexy. She liked the feeling, so she kept on getting up and walking to the fridge or into the bedroom, waiting for him to do something.
Finally she stood up and announced. "I'm going to bed."
"No you're not." he said..
"Well then, what are we going to do? Are we going to do something or not?"
She saw his teeth gleam in the semi darkness as he smiled.
"Why?" he said slowly. "What do you want to do?"
She felt her face color. "Nothing!" she snapped, and she stood up, threw her shoulders back, and marched towards the bedroom. To get there she would have to walk past him on the couch, and as she walked past he grabbed her wrist.
"You're not asking me to fuck you, are you?" he asked as he pulled her down across his lap. "Because if you are, all you have to do is ask."
"Let go of me!" she said. She was angry now, angry that she'd embarrassed herself, and she wanted to hit him, but he was so strong, He wrestled her around till her hand her down over his knee with her wrists held against the small of her back. Ashley felt her excitement rising, and that just made her angrier, but she was helpless now.
He slid her little skirt up over her ass and she felt his hands caressing her round bottom through the thin silk panties, running his hands over her buttocks and dipping his finger into her crack as she wiggled and squirmed to free herself. She tired to ignore the wonderful feel of the smooth silk against her ass
"Stop it!" she cried. "Let me go!"
But he just kept on rubbing her ass, laughing at her. She felt his cock poking against her stomach, getting bigger.
"You need to get fucked again, don't you Ashley. That little pussy is just dying for it, isn't it?"
"Damn you! No!"
But she was lying. The feeling of being helpless in his grasp was just too exciting for her. It was like an aphrodisiac. She felt totally exposed and vulnerable, knowing he could do anything to her and she was powerless to stop him.
She felt his hand slip under her panties, down the crack of her ass, and down to her pussy, which was already wet. She held absolutely still as his fingers made contact with her puffy, hungry sex and probed her, and she dared not breath when his finger poked at her anus, then slipped inside.
"Ohhh!" she breathed. "Don't! Not there!"
His finger pushed slowly in, then out, giving her the most deliciously perverted feelings, as if her tummy were filled with butterflies. Sexy butterflies, that nibbled at her pussy too. Despite her protests, her ass began to roll slowly against his finger/
"Nooo!" she said. "Please!"
He chuckled and put more of his finger into her, stretching her poor little rosebud and making her gasp.
"No! It hurts! You're hurting me!"
"Am I?" he asked. "Then why's your pussy getting so wet, Ashley? You're dripping like a sponge."
Ashley's face turned red with shame. She couldn't keep from moaning in embarrassment and hot pleasure as he finger fucked her ass. It felt so wicked, so dirty, and so good.
She began to hump her hips back in earnest, wanting his finger deeper in her, wanting him to stretch her more. In her mind's eye she could see what they must look like, her skirt up around her hips, panties halfway down her thighs, and his finger pushing into her poor little rosebud as she ground her butt up at him begging for more.
"Oh! This is so dirty!" she exclaimed.
"And you just love it, don't you, my little whore?" he asked.
She couldn't tell him no so she didn't say anything, but when she felt his other fingers dip into her pussy she let out a deep, satisfied moan.
"Oh yesss! Oh Elliot, yesss!"
He fingered her for a bit more, then told her to stand up.
Ashley stood up panting, and waited as he stripped her panties down her legs.
"Go over to the table." he said, indicating the table across the way. "And lie down on your back."
Ashley did as he said, resting on her elbows and looking at him.
"Now play with yourself." he said.
"I can't!" Ashley said. "Not like this. Not in front of you!"
"Bullshit." he said. He stood up and pulled his own pants down, freeing his semi-hard cock. "Put your feet up on the table and spread your legs and masturbate."
Ashley bit her lip. This was the ultimate degradation, being made to pleasure herself for his own amusement; making her perform for him like a trained dog.
He sat down and took his big tool in his hand and began to jerk himself off, very slowly. Ashley saw him drag the loose skin up and down his cock, saw his big balls dangling between his leg lifting and falling with the smooth movement of his hand.
Laying her head back so she wouldn't have to face him, she reached down to her pussy and began to caress herself. She heard him get up and pull a chair over to the table so he could get a good view of her hands in her pussy, only a few feet away from her. Why the idea of his watching her was so exciting she had no idea, but she felt suddenly wild and wanton, and her pussy was seemed incredibly sensitive to her own touch. The feel of her own fingers and the depravity of what she was doing made her groan.
"That's it, baby." he said in an intense whisper, "What a pretty pussy you have, all pink and puffy. And your fingers look so nice in there. That's it, rub your clit. That's nice, Ashley. You're getting me nice and hard. It feels good, doesn't it? God, are you wet! The juice is just pouring out of you."
Ashley couldn't see it but she could feel it well enough. Her fingers were soaked with her hot liquid arousal and starting to make lewd squishing sounds as so played with herself. She gasped and closed her eyes, stroking her pussy as his voice droned on in her ear.
"You're such a slut, Ashley. Such a shameless whore. I don't know how you got along without me. You need someone to make you do what you want to do. You like playing with your cunt for me, don't you? You like putting on a show, knowing you're getting me all hard, knowing it makes me want to fuck you. You want my big dick inside you, don't you Ashley? You want me to fuck you hard; shove it deep and make you feel it. You're just a cock-hungry cunt, aren't you baby?"
She groaned at his lewd words, but everything he said made her hotter and hotter. She unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand. The material popped open from the pressure of her tits and her fingers sought out her nipples, squeezing them and pushing them in circles to increase her own pleasure.
"Yeah! Play with your big tits, cunt! Get yourself nice and hot, Let's see you make yourself come, baby. Just like you do when you're alone. Let me see you get your rocks off!"
She was going to come if she kept this up. Already her pussy felt hot and congested and delicious little sparks were exploding in her body. She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her pussy as he jerked off, and she thought she'd lose it right there. He was right. She was a shameless whore. She liked being watched. It shamed her and she loved it.
He leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the inside of her thigh as she began to stroke her clit, making her cry out. She left her breasts and used her hand to fuck herself, inserting two fingers into her dripping cunt while she continued to torment her clit, gasping and groaning. He kissed her all over the insides of her thighs, licking up her smeared juice, making her frig herself faster.
"Oh God!" she moaned. She was going to come. She was going to come with him watching her. She ever felt like she might squirt: shoot some ejaculate into his face so he could see just how filthy she really was. The thought was enough to lift her up, up…
He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her pussy. Her eyes popped open in surprise. She was so fucking close!
"What are you doing?" she asked him in sudden frustration.
"Turn over!" he ordered her. "Get on your belly. I'm going to fuck your ass!"
"No! No!" she protested, but he ignored her and easily flipped her over on the table so that her feet were on the floor, her ass in the air.
"No, don't" she begged. "I just want to come! Please, just fuck me. Fuck my pussy!"
He said nothing. She felt him smearing some lube on her asshole. It was cold and it made her gasp. She tried to raise herself, but he pressed down hard on the small of her back, keeping her chest pressed against the table.
She felt his finger trace around her anus, then probe at her little ring of muscle. He pressed down on it, and more easily than she would have though his finger popped inside.
"Oww!" she groaned, pulling her fists up against her body. Even though he'd done this to her before, it still felt strange, thrilling yet so very perverted and wicked. This wasn't her pussy. This part of her wasn't made for sex, wasn't made to admit things, and yet there was no denying the chilling pleasure she felt being entered there. She felt naked and exposed and totally vulnerable.
He began to move his finger slowly in and out of her rectum, and she didn't think she could stand it. It felt wonderful and terrible at the same time: nerves she didn't even know she had responded to his invasion, giving her sensations she'd never experienced. She whimpered with humiliation and confusion, begging him to go slow and not hurt her.
He did go slow, and her whimpers of fear gave way to deeper groans of illicit pleasure as her ass hole stretched to accommodate him. As she relaxed, the pain lessened, leaving that maddening pleasure. Her pussy wept with moisture; she felt it wet her thighs.
"Aghh!" he continued to slide his finger slowly in and out, stopping to squeeze more lube on her ass and on his finger, making squelching sounds that filled her with hot shame. She bit her finger to keep herself from moaning and concentrated her attention on these strange, wonderfully depraved sensations.
Above her she heard him whispering, "What a gorgeous ass. What a fucking beautiful little asshole! Baby, you were made for fucking, you were made to take a cock up there. You're going to love this, Ashley. You're going to love having my cock up your ass!"
Then his finger was gone and Ashley felt his hands on her buttocks, pulling them apart, exposing her. She trembled with fear as she felt the exquisitely soft head of his cock lodge at the ring of her anus, and then she felt him press forward.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she whispered as he pressed hard, harder, and then she felt him slide smoothly into ass. Just a little ways and he stopped, waiting for her to adjust. Her nerves were on fire, her pussy throbbed. She knew he was taking her in the most selfish way possible, violating the last sanctity of her young body, turning her into a real slut, and somehow the knowledge just made her hotter.
It didn't hurt as much as when his finger had first entered her, there was only that bizarre aching pleasure and that feeling of being totally fucked. She was possessed by his cock. It held her pinned down like a butterfly to a board. His hands had left her ass and he held her by the arms, his hands like steel bands making sure she didn't get away from his cock's assault on her virgin asshole. Another shove and his cock slid in another inch, filling her completely.
Ashley whined. To her horror she realized that she was going to climax, She was going to come with his cock in her ass. That would prove as nothing else could what a total whore she was, but she couldn't help it. She was all afire. Her legs shook and her pussy throbbed, hungry to be touched. Her tits felt as though they would burst.
Slowly he pushed into her, then slowly he pulled out. She felt every bump, every ridge, every pore of his cock. She felt his triumph in the way he held her, his disregard for the Ashley she knew. That Ashley would never take a dick up her ass, would never let a man do this to her, and would never ever enjoy it. But she wasn't that Ashley anymore. She was a sexual slut and she loved the feeling of being held tight and made to take him.
"Oh God!" she wailed, her cry trailing off into a screech of dismay as she felt her belly erupt into orgasm, just as he reached beneath her and his fingers plunged into her sopping cunt. She clenched her eyes shut as if in denial of what she was feeling, the rockets bursting behind her eyes, the spearing ecstasy that radiated from his hard cock.
Dimly she was aware of him bellowing behind her, swearing and calling out her name. His hands were like steel vices on her, she couldn't move. He thrust deep, pushing her over the edge, and she felt his prick throb hard inside her, felt his come gush into her quaking ass, coating her with his hot semen, filling her with his ejaculate.
She was no more than a slave to his selfish passion, unable to move, unable to resist the streams of molten come that poured into her upturned ass. She had never felt so entirely owned, so possessed, so entirely and thoroughly fucked.
At last his orgasm slowed and stopped. His cock lost its rigidity and softened, then slipped form her asshole, trailing strings of come that she felt drop on her thighs. He let go over her arms and fell across her back, and they both lay there gasping and sobbing for breath.
Ashley was beside herself. She couldn't believe she had responded that way to this monster. Her body still glowed white hot with the incredible pleasure of that demented fucking, and she didn't know what to think.
She trembled when she felt him caress her ass. He kissed her shoulders, the side of her face, her hair. Finally he raised himself off of her and staggered back to fall into his chair, still panting and moaning.
Ashley just lay there on the table, feeling his cooling semen slide from her violated rectum and dribble down her thighs. She didn't want to move, even if she could. She was afraid she'd lose the feeling of rapture that still glowed in her body like a fading ember.
She was aware of him throwing a spare blanket over her and lifting here from the table. She wasn't cold but the blanket felt good, as if it would keep her pleasure-drenched body from totally falling to pieces. He led her weakly to the sofa, where he made her sit, then took her in his arms and held her tight. She was grateful for his attention and care. It was just what she needed. Her ass was sore, but more than that she felt all aflutter, as if she were made of jelly, and his strength gave her something solid to cling to.
After a long pause, he kissed her, then he said. "You're free to go now, Ashley. I'll get your clothes."
Ashley sighed and snuggled closer. "No hurry." she said. "This being kidnapped isn't as bad as I'd thought."
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