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NB: The first part of a many part story –
will be updated when I can.
Petrol Station
It was a rare
sight, seeing a convertible full of bubbly teenage girls pull into a petrol
station in a sleepy village at 2am, and one that Valerie, the clerk attending there,
thought she should savour. It just seemed like a momentous occasion – beautiful
teenage girls were in short supply in this place, and pick-up trucks seemed to
be the only thing people around here drove. In fact, anybody coming into the
station past
The
heads of the girls turned as she walked over – Valerie was not stunning, but
still rather attractive. She had had her pick of the boys at high school, what
with her short blonde hair and petite structure, as well as sparkling blue eyes
– not too mention her incredible breasts, pert and gorgeous. Still, Valerie was
by no means the most attractive of the lot – the girls were far younger than
Valerie and dressed far sluttier – they all had skirts that could pass for
belts, as well as over-done make-up and the attitude of girls who were up for
anything. They seemed pretty drunk as well, all three of them, although the one
in the car looked the most sober – but that may have been because one of her
friends was sprawled out on the dashboard and the other one was pumping the
wrong gas into her car. Eventually the one pumping gas dropped the nozzle and
collapsed, delightfully, into the back of the convertible, her hair sprawled
out, letting out a small giggle before falling asleep. Valerie rolled her eyes.
Such women were dangers to themselves, she thought, picking up the nozzle and
placing it back on the side. She turned to the girl at the wheel, who was
drinking a bottle of what appeared to be vodka – she was pretty stunning, but
she knew it. She wore sunglasses at night, as well as a bikini, as far as
Valerie could tell. She had pert breasts and incredible legs, but it was her
face that took her breath away – little freckles on her nose and lovely ginger
hair. She seemed so cute, thought Valerie – so innocent. As she stared with
wonder up and down this girl’s legs she contemplated something she had avoided
for a while – whether or not she was a lesbian. Growing up in small town
The girl looked up with her sunglasses, somewhat annoyed to be disturbed from her drinking. She lowered the glasses, looking at Valerie for a couple of seconds, before looking back at her friend in the backseat. “Ah, fuck. Danni’s fucked again.”
Valerie really had no way to answer this, and just smiled and nodded. Agreeing verbally would have been a bit tactless, she decided. The freckled teen turned her back on Danni and looked again at Valerie. “Uh. Just fill her up, would you?”
Valerie was unsure what to say. The car was obviously diesel and would be ruined by this petrol, and although she hadn’t that much interest in cars (she had only taken this job for the money, which was decent, and was looking for another job as it was), she still hated to see these vulnerable young girls’ car being destroyed. “Are you sure that’s an unleaded car, Ma’am?” Valerie said sweetly to the girl, who was taking another big swig of the bottle as she did so.
The
girl turned, took off her sunglasses, revealing her beautiful brown eyes, and
looked once again at Valerie, this time with a fiery intensity and bitchiness
that a diva would have been proud of. “Look, honey, who’s got the $80,000 car
here?” Valerie’s face went red as she wondered whether she was actually
supposed to answer that. “And who’s pumping gas at
Of course, this meant she was distraught by the fact that the freckled girl started laughing and berating her even more as she wiggled her butt. “Hah hah, bet you do that all the time for the guys, don’t you, baby?” Valerie shook her head – truth be told, she was still a virgin at 28. This didn’t deter the girl’s abuse: “What are you, some sort of whore doing tricks on the side for the guys, huh? Keep shaking that ass, baby! I’ve got a vodka bottle waiting to be smashed on your head if you don’t!” Valerie kept doing it as she placed the nozzle back, swaying her little ass back and forth, trying to pretend this was all a dream. She looked at the meter. She’d just get the money for the petrol and go. Perhaps call the police, tell them about this girl’s behaviour, maybe get her arrested and get her thrown in jail. She deserved everything coming to her, she thought, as she looked at her leg, still bleeding. Valerie smiled as best she could at the girl, her make-up smudged from the tears she had caused her. She was in two minds – just getting through this and then calling the police, or just flipping out and beating this girl’s face in as she deserved. Of course, she would never do the latter. There was obviously something wrong with her – she’d been sexually harassed and abused and yet had done nothing about it. Stupid, stupid, she thought to herself as she put her hand forward to the girl. “Twenty dollars, fifty cents, please.”
The girl looked at her, still drinking. Valerie dared not look back now – that ice cold attitude had scared the hell out of her. The girl reached for her handbag. That’s right, Valerie thought. Pay and leave, and get out of my life. She rummaged around in her bag for a while, drunkenly looking through, before producing a pair of steel handcuffs. Valerie looked at them with surprise for a couple of seconds – they both did – looking at them as they dangled on the freckled girl’s hands. Valerie was almost transfixed by them, before looking at the girl, whose mouth had grown into a wicked grin. Before Valerie could register what was going on, the girl opened the car door into her stomach, winding her and causing her to fall backwards onto the forecourt. Immediately the freckled girl jumped on top of Valerie, laughing as she pulled her hair and started slapping her face. “You like that, you little bitch? Huh?” Valerie began to scream – this girl was fucking mental! She tried to kick out but this girl was surprisingly strong – she grabbed Valerie’s arms and handcuffed them above her head to a petrol pump, cackling wickedly as she did. “Have to make sure you won’t try and get away, little whore!” She smirked at Valerie, whose eyes were wide with terror. Valerie opened her mouth to scream, but the freckled girl grabbed out of her handbag a hankerchief and a roll of duct tape – stuffing the cloth in her mouth, she taped it over and smiled at Valerie as she struggled to move her hands or scream for help. “No-one’s gonna help you here, bitch. We’re all alone, and even if we weren’t, you can’t exactly call out for help, can you?” The girl looked around, as if to check. “Wow. This town is pretty dead, isn’t it? Guess you’re the only whore who comes out at night to try and fuck all the guys, aren’t you…” The girl squinted at Valerie’s name tag on her breast, “…Valerie. Hmmm. I don’t like that name, Valerie. I don’t like it there on your tit.” The girl grabbed out at Valerie’s breast, to her horrified murmurs, and tore off the name tag, revealing her black bra. The girl’s eyes widened. “Oh, my. This is too good to be true, slut. Black bra? I have to see more!” She cackled once again as she ripped open Valerie’s t-shirt, revealing it all, gasping as she did so. Valerie turned her head away, so ashamed. She couldn’t bear to look at this girl who was effectively raping her – she moaned as she heard her shirt ripping more and cried softly as the girl started to go for her pants. She looked up at the handcuffs, trying to pull away – when she realised she couldn’t break free, the tears started flowing harder. Suddenly she felt a hard slap to the face.
“Oi! Look at me, you little bitch!” Valerie turned her head, to show her messy blonde hair and smudged eyes to this tyrant of a woman. “I want you looking at me all the time, you hear me?” Valerie nodded. This woman was crazy, and she had already lost her dignity today – she didn’t want to lose her life. The woman grinned again as she went for Valerie (who was now dressed only in her bra and panties, save a few tattered rags of her shirt) once more, this time grabbing her bra and pulling off her, causing Valerie to wince once again. The bra was barely off her, but her nipples were poking out of the material, to the delight of the freckled girl. She began to softly kiss and caress her breasts, looking up at the gagged Valerie as she did so. “My god, bitch, you have amazing nipples. Bet thousands of guys have sucked these babies?” Once, a guy had, but never a girl, thought Valerie. It felt so weird, that tongue going up her midriff and around her nipples – not in a good way, just weird. She sobbed silently as this girl continued to lick her completely. Suddenly, the girl raised her head, looked straight at Valerie and spat in her face. “You’re in this way for my pleasure, girl – I should stop licking your nipples, I suppose…” She laughed at the sight of Valerie – her breasts awkwardly out, her face covered in spit, her mouth gagged, tears rolling down her face. The girl got up and walked over Valerie, giggling as she did so.
“You look a sight, don’t you? A dirty little slut, chained up, with no-one to help her.” She knelt down and ripped off the tape, causing Valerie to scream once again. “You’ve had your fun being licked…” She smiled wickedly as she lowered herself onto Valerie’s face, screams of horror coming from it as she did so, “…now let me have mine.” She sat down, forcing Valerie to come face to face (or face to crotch) with her dripping wet pussy – Valerie felt the juice dripping onto her face as the girl cackled. “Lick me, bitch.” Valerie hesitated, struggling again with her handcuffs, seeing if there was some way out. A hard slap to her breasts confirmed her predicament. The girl was waiting. “Lick me, bitch!” She said it this time sterner, really meaning it, forcing her crotch into Valerie’s face – she couldn’t breath! This bitch was going to suffocate her! Valerie reluctantly, against all of her wishes, put out her tongue and started to lick at this girl’s flesh. The girl moaned as she licked her clit, slapping Valerie’s stomach as she did so. “Ohhh, faster slut, faster! Make me cum!” Valerie kept licking – yes, faster. Faster so this would end quicker. She started to go deeper as well, trying to force a climax from this woman - praying that this would end her captivity. The girl moaned more, grabbing Valerie’s hair, and started to fuck her face with her crotch, grinding against her, suffocating her once again as her entire face was immersed into her pussy. She sat still for a minute, a perfect picture – forcing a half-naked girl in chains into her crotch, pulling at her hair – before releasing one last high pitched moan and climaxing in her face. Valerie screamed once again as her face was covered in this woman’s bodily fluids. She looked up at this freckled girl, who was now slowly getting up, sighing heavily with pleasure. The girl looked down at Valerie, tears rolling from her wet face. She grinned.
“You did very well, didn’t you, slut? You’re very good at oral sex. Do you give it all the time? To the guys in the woods?” She giggled again, drunk off her face but still horny as hell. “Well, you certainly pleased me!” She knelt down, jangling a couple of keys in her hand. Finally. “I suppose I best let you go, eh, slut?” Valerie just nodded, too tired to think what was going on. The girl put the key in the lock, before pausing. “But then again…how do I know you’re not going to go to the police?” Valerie shook her head vehemently. She was too tired to talk, but just showed through her face her thoughts. She wouldn’t dare. She wouldn’t. The girl looked down at her, feigning sympathy. “It’s a real conundrum, isn’t it?” Valerie looked up at her again, pleading with her. “You know what, slut? I should probably just kill you, to be on the safe side.” Valerie’s eyes widened. She wouldn’t dare, would she? She struggled violently against the bonds and started to scream again, before the girl kicked her in the stomach. “Shut the fuck up! You’re in no position to scream, little bitch, so shut your mouth!” Valerie moaned, reeling from the kick, and let the girl speak. “It’d be really easy, I guess – could probably kill you with a broken bottle in the face.” Valerie sobbed silently at these words – please no. Please, oh god, no…“Or maybe run over you in the car. That’d be good.” Valerie continued sobbing, unable to believe what this girl was saying. “Oh, I have it. Yes, this is the best one!” Valerie dared not look up, but felt an oily, watery substance splash over her. She knew that smell – she screamed, looking up to see the freckled girl, still wearing that giant grin, pouring petrol over her. Valerie stopped sobbing silently and began to shriek and scream, kicking out at this girl, who subsequently stopped pouring, and looked, in mock-confusion, at Valerie.
“What, don’t you want to die, Valerie?” Valerie continued shrieking, nodding her head as she did so, praying that this woman wouldn’t kill her. “But then, Valerie, how would I make sure you didn’t tell on me?” Valerie screamed and moaned and sobbed once more, shaking petrol off of herself. “What about if I took you home with me, Valerie? Then I could make sure you wouldn’t tell on me! Would that be better?” Valerie nodded, sobbing out agreements. Yes, anything. Anything was better than this. “Take you home with me and make you my little fuck slut?” Valerie nodded again, fearing that she would suddenly explode with all this petrol splashed over her. The girl smiled once again. “Excellent. We better get you unchained then!” She undid the locks, holding Valerie down. “Any sudden movements and you’ll be dead,” she said, holding the lighter in her hand. Valerie nodded. She trusted her on that. The freckled girl turned Valerie over on her side, ripping off her bra and panties as well – just to remove the last shred of dignity she had – and handcuffed her hands once again. She then shepherded this naked, chained girl, onto her feet, and frogmarched her to the trunk of her car. She opened it up, revealing a very tight space. “Get in,” she ordered, still holding the lighter – Valerie, dazed, confused and very frightened, did as she said. “Get on your stomach, bitch.” Valerie complied, weeping softly, still dripping with gasoline. The girl grabbed her ankles and cuffed them together, making escape utterly impossible. Finally, as a nice, sadistic touch, she cuffed the two cuffs together with a third pair of handcuffs – she was very prepared – forcing Valerie into a hogtie. “And just in case you forget not to scream…” The freckled girl stuffed Valerie’s black panties into her mouth, taping them over, before closing the trunk on Valerie’s muffled cries. She got into the front of the car carefully, not trying to wake her utterly unconscious friends, and, after making sure they were all in safe positions – the friend who had been sprawled out on the backseat was hoisted into the upright position and seatbelted – the girl turned on the car, hearing Valerie’s screams in the back of the car, and softly smiled. She lit her cigarette slowly, before throwing it out onto the forecourt, where a great deal of residue from the petrol poured over poor Valerie was lying – the place exploded in a great ball of fire, but not before the freckled girl had driven away her convertible, cackling to herself as she did.
The papers reported the next morning that Valerie Turner, a twenty-eight year old worker, had lost her life in that blaze, having found no traces of her body and with all CCTV footage being destroyed. At the same time, a blue convertible drove swiftly across the countryside, driven by a freckled girl with a broad smile.
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