them..
Chapter Four
Mindy felt each and every bump the van drove over. She had been in the back of the van since last night.. The man driving had taken her from her home in Florida and now she had no idea where she was. Her arms were tied behind her. They had fallen asleep some time ago. Each of her legs hung from a rope secured to the roof. They swayed with the movement, causing the rug under her to rub her bare skin raw.
The rest of her felt just as raw. The man had used her in every way conceivable. She had never had so much sex before. Now she hated it, hated it with every fiber of her body. When she found a way to hurt him in return, she would.
The van pulled over. She watched the curtain pull back and the man crawl toward her. He moved between her swinging legs, placing an arm on either side of her body. He hadn't spoken during the entire drive for which she was glad. She hated the sound of his voice almost as much as she hated him.
He lowered himself on to her body. She felt him kiss her taped mouth. She felt his hands on her breasts.. She felt him spread her ass with his legs. Then she felt his engorged penis brush against her skin. She wondered if this man ever stayed down. He never seemed to be satisfied for long. She waited with a clenched jaw for the inevitable, but it never came. Instead, he got off her and moved toward an object lying partway under a blanket. When he pulled it out, she saw it was a riding crop, one of the kind used by jockeys..
The man watched as the angry glare in the girls eyes turned to fear. When he first saw her, he knew she was going to be a pleasure to work on, but had not realized how much until he saw her level of defiance. He had pulled over more times than he cared to admit to sample her. She was such a joy to ride. Now he wanted to whip this mount into shape.
He brought the whip up and held it high, loving the way she looked at it, then at him. He brought it down across the backs of her legs. By the time he stopped, whelps covered each leg and trickles of blood ran from them. He was as hard as the whip. With a need driven wild by her pain and her defiance, he shoved the end of it into her anus. She screamed. It met resistance as she squeezed her ass shut. When he attempted to shove it in again, she bent her knees and twisted away.
Her resistance only excited him more. He knelt between her legs and forced them to remain apart. He lifted her ass and brought the anus into sight. The girl was almost bent in half. She shifted her shoulder to one side, causing him to lose his grip. He grabbed the hair covering her vagina and lifted, glaring at her. She remained still. Tears ran from her eyes.
The man guided the whip to her anus again. His body and arm held her legs apart like a vice, preventing her from turning. This time, he crammed the whip into the opening and yanked it back. He did this so many times that his arm grew tired from the effort. Finally, when he could take no more, he fell onto her body and rammed his penis into her vagina.
He rode her like a wild man, his urgency so great. His screams mingled with hers as he twisted and grinded. When he didn't think he could take any more pleasure, he released his sperm deep inside. He collapsed onto the girl's body, his sweat mingling with her tears. He lay there, kissing her face, eyes, and taped mouth. He felt so much pleasure that he could not wait to get her to the cabin. There he would not have to worry about anyone finding her and taking her away.
He left the riding crop in her. He wanted her to remember who was in charge here and what he had done to her during the journey. He had seen the tears flowing from her eyes, but he had also seen the defiance behind them. He was in heaven. He realized now that the last girl had been too easy. This one was a gift, a gift he planned on unwrapping for some time to come.
Putting the van into drive, he merged in with some big trucks rolling on I-95 toward their destinations.. He loved
Chapter Four
Mindy felt each and every bump the van drove over. She had been in the back of the van since last night.. The man driving had taken her from her home in Florida and now she had no idea where she was. Her arms were tied behind her. They had fallen asleep some time ago. Each of her legs hung from a rope secured to the roof. They swayed with the movement, causing the rug under her to rub her bare skin raw.
The rest of her felt just as raw. The man had used her in every way conceivable. She had never had so much sex before. Now she hated it, hated it with every fiber of her body. When she found a way to hurt him in return, she would.
The van pulled over. She watched the curtain pull back and the man crawl toward her. He moved between her swinging legs, placing an arm on either side of her body. He hadn't spoken during the entire drive for which she was glad. She hated the sound of his voice almost as much as she hated him.
He lowered himself on to her body. She felt him kiss her taped mouth. She felt his hands on her breasts.. She felt him spread her ass with his legs. Then she felt his engorged penis brush against her skin. She wondered if this man ever stayed down. He never seemed to be satisfied for long. She waited with a clenched jaw for the inevitable, but it never came. Instead, he got off her and moved toward an object lying partway under a blanket. When he pulled it out, she saw it was a riding crop, one of the kind used by jockeys..
The man watched as the angry glare in the girls eyes turned to fear. When he first saw her, he knew she was going to be a pleasure to work on, but had not realized how much until he saw her level of defiance. He had pulled over more times than he cared to admit to sample her. She was such a joy to ride. Now he wanted to whip this mount into shape.
He brought the whip up and held it high, loving the way she looked at it, then at him. He brought it down across the backs of her legs. By the time he stopped, whelps covered each leg and trickles of blood ran from them. He was as hard as the whip. With a need driven wild by her pain and her defiance, he shoved the end of it into her anus. She screamed. It met resistance as she squeezed her ass shut. When he attempted to shove it in again, she bent her knees and twisted away.
Her resistance only excited him more. He knelt between her legs and forced them to remain apart. He lifted her ass and brought the anus into sight. The girl was almost bent in half. She shifted her shoulder to one side, causing him to lose his grip. He grabbed the hair covering her vagina and lifted, glaring at her. She remained still. Tears ran from her eyes.
The man guided the whip to her anus again. His body and arm held her legs apart like a vice, preventing her from turning. This time, he crammed the whip into the opening and yanked it back. He did this so many times that his arm grew tired from the effort. Finally, when he could take no more, he fell onto her body and rammed his penis into her vagina.
He rode her like a wild man, his urgency so great. His screams mingled with hers as he twisted and grinded. When he didn't think he could take any more pleasure, he released his sperm deep inside. He collapsed onto the girl's body, his sweat mingling with her tears. He lay there, kissing her face, eyes, and taped mouth. He felt so much pleasure that he could not wait to get her to the cabin. There he would not have to worry about anyone finding her and taking her away.
He left the riding crop in her. He wanted her to remember who was in charge here and what he had done to her during the journey. He had seen the tears flowing from her eyes, but he had also seen the defiance behind them. He was in heaven. He realized now that the last girl had been too easy. This one was a gift, a gift he planned on unwrapping for some time to come.
Putting the van into drive, he merged in with some big trucks rolling on I-95 toward their destinations.. He loved
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