Country Danger

[Beatrice]

((OOC: A lot of the opening of this thread is repeated from Montana Neo-Nazis but as an opening for a very different story.))

The five girls, all close friends in high school, all the daughters of prominent parents and all natives of Charlotte, North Carolina, had decided to spend the summer after high school but before college driving across the United States. So far, the trip had been fun. They'd met a few cute guys, seen a few places and had some fun parties. However, the girls were beginning to get depressed tonight. They had been combing the backroads in Montana for some time trying to get back on the highway and thus to a hotel after they'd gotten lost quite a few miles back. Now there wasn't anything beside the road. Just the road and open country and no other cars in sight.

Miriam Rosenzweig was driving. She was a tall redhead with a soft frame and large round breasts. She wore her hair a little above her shoulders. She was dressed fairly nicely in a pair of brown trousers, a slightly tight white short-sleeved shirt with a collar and buttons and brown leather boots. Miriam was the brains of the group and felt largely responsible for their current predicament. "Dammit. I guess we'll have to stop and ask for directions next chance we get."

"Ask for directions where? Do you see a gas station anywhere around here?" asked Abigail Goldberg. Abigail was a very different girl than Miriam, although the two were best friends. She enjoyed the outdoors and was often thought of as the spunky one among the group. She was a little shorter than Miriam with darker, almost olive, skin, dark brown curly hair and an athletic frame in place of Miriam's softer one. The excellent muscle tone on Abigail's arms and legs could clearly be seen with her outfit of fairly short and slightly too tight cut-off jean shorts, hiking boots and a white t-shirt. Her t-shirt was fairly loose. Abigail, while not flat by any means, had only an average bust and knew that her legs had a better chance of attracting interest than overemphasizing her chest.

"We'll just keep going until we see one." Miriam said. "People around here have to get gas somewhere, don't they?"

"There aren't people around here either." Abigail pointed out.

"Can we just pull over and find a place?" asked Amanda Glickman. Amanda was a tall, lean girl with the most classically sexy body of any of the five. She wore her dyed blond hair a little above her shoulders and her dark roots could just barely be seen from the right angle. She was a slim waist, slender, smooth, long legs and a large bust. The young sexpot was dressed to attract in tiny pink short shorts and a tight white t-shirt although she still wore white socks and sneakers for easy mobility. After all, they never knew what they'd find themselves doing next. Although by every academic measure she was smart, Amanda often came across as a ditz either because she was used to getting what she wanted without much work or because her smarts were limited to the academic setting or even just because she thought seeming like a bimbo added to her appeal. In any event, she was usually viewed as the ditz of the group.

"That's easier said than done." Mirian said in increasing exasperation. "There isn't a place around here to pullover and find."

"I'm sleepy." Korah Cohen protested pointlessly. Korah was the shortest girl in the group and normally the most talkative. Although she was only a few months younger than the others, she was normally viewed as the kid because she was excessively spoiled (even by rich girl standards), tended to talk a lot and immaturely and tended to be rather petulant while contributing very little to the group. Still, she was part of their group and they cared for her. Little Korah was a short but voluptuous girl. Instead of the lean, slim frame of Amanda, the soft, slightly fatty frame of Miriam or the hard, athletic frame of Abigail, she had a sensual, womanly figure with full hips, short but finely curved legs moving down to slender ankles, a full chest and a gently body that looked almost yielding. Her face was cute and round although her soft mouth was a little larger than average. She had olive skin and raven hair. She was overdressed for the occassion in a tiny black short skirt under which a hint of her black thong could be seen, a tight white blouse and a pair of come fuck me black high heels.

"Sleep in the back." Miriam suggested.

Korah leaned over and placed her head on the shoulders of the last girl, Hannah Berkman. Hannah was like a smaller version of Abigail, shorter, a little more muscular and a little darker than the girl in the passenger seat. Smiling a little, she reached up and put an arm around her friend, letting the girl rest. Hannah was dressed simply and casually in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Her jeans were tight enough but she wasn't really dressed to get men. Just as they started to relax, they heard a siren. Miriam pulled the van over and started to open the door, even though she should have known one shouldn't get out when pulled over unless told to do so.

[Lee Boudine]

The summer days are long in Valley County Montana. The rugged country was mostly barren range land with the wind blowing constantly and some times harder. Suicide was not unusual among the wives of early settlers driven to deep depression by the isolation and hard conditions. Even in the summer of 2006 it was hard, wild, desolate country like nothing the girls from North Carolina had ever experienced.

Valley County was large; running north to the Canadian border from the Missouri River. Part of Fort Peck Indian Reservation covered the eastern quarter of Valley County along the Missouri River east of Glasgow, the county seat. Glasgow was a typical high plain county seat with a population of 1212 people out of the total county population of only 7349.

Jason Hartwell had grown up in Glasgow and joined the Army out of high school. He served as an MP for the last six years of his service and reached the rank of Master Sargeant by the time he went to Iraq . His last assignment was to Abu Grahaib Prison where he was in charge of a cell block for detainees being interrogated by contract civilians. He retired in 1974 at the time the custodial practices at the prison first came under investigation.

The same year Jason returned Glasgow, he hired on as one of ten deputies of the Valley County Sheriffs Department. In two years he had risen to Senior Duputy In Charge of the southern half of the county which included the Fort Peck Reservation. A major part of his duties was to maintain liason and coordinate with the Fort Peck Tribal Police.

This afternoon Jason and Big Bob Running Bear, the chief of the Indian police had been cruising the back roads off Montana Highway 438 along the western boundrie of the reservation. There had been reports of outlaws running beer and marijuana onto the reservation and they were looking for them. When t lawmen saw the girl's car in the distance, they speeded up to apprehend it. Pulling up close in the unmarked police cruiser, Jason sounded the siren.

The frightened girls slowed but continued driving realizing their danger. Ahead they saw a building and speeded up to reach it. The building turned out to be deserted: a weathered old clapboard church. The police car was beside them and forced them off into the church parking area. The girls hovered behind locked doors as two men with drawn guns approached either side of their car.

"Look what we have Big Bob ! The prettiest little covey of bootleggers I ever seen !" Both men laughed watching the girls.

"How we gonna flush this covey Jason ? They look guilty and scared shitless."

Jason pulled his wallet with his badge and showed the driver. " SHERIFF ! Come out of the car with your hands on your heads !'' He shouted. " GET OUT NOW OR I'LL BLAST THE DOOR OPEN AND DRAG YOU OUT !!" He aimed his pistol directly at Miriam Rosenzweig in the driver's seat.

[Beatrice]

Miriam looked at the man with wide eyes before slowly reaching over and hitting the button to unlock all the doors of the van. She then pushed open the driver's door, placed her hands over her heads and climbed out. She was scared but collected and she stood looking at the two lawmen. "What seems to be the trouble officers?" Of course, saying it with your breasts sticking out and your hands on your redhead is a lot different from saying it to a traffic cop with the window rolled down.

Abigail followed suit although she looked at the two cops with more open defiance. Her bare, muscular legs were tense and her hiking boots dug into the rocky soil even as she kept her hands on her curly dark locks. "We weren't doing anything." she barked.

Amanda on the other hand was literally trembling when she came out. Her long bare legs were shaking and her knees Her hands were placed on her faux blonde hair and she didn't speak, keeping her eyes on the ground behind her blue contacts.

Hannah came out with the same sassy, arrogant expression as Abigail. She frowned at the men and gestured to the inside of the van where Korah had fallen asleep, her sleeping form showing her full legs and exposing her little thong. "My friend's asleep..." she started.

[Lee Boudine]

The four girls stood around the car with their hands on their heads waiting.

"OVER HERE ! ALL FOUR OF YOU COME HERE !"; Jason ordered the girls to where he stood. They moved timidly, hands on their heads like a bizzare war game.

"LINE UP !" ; Jason pointed in front of him. Abigail was the first to drop her hands with a look of defiance at the Sheriff. He responded with a shout that starled all the girls, "KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS ON YOUR HEAD BITCH !"; Jason pointed his pistol directly at Abigail's face as he took a step toward her. He jabbed the muzzle of his long barred pistol into her solar plexis making her grunt and double over. The other three watched terrified. They were quivvering as he continued.


" Do you think you are better than the rest of us ?", he snarled. "Stand up straight: w-i-t-h y-o-u-r h-a-n-d-s o-n t-o-p o-f y-o-u-r h-e-a-d !", he raised the muzzle slightly so it jabbed into her breast. " Stand straight: push those tits out !" As Abigail obeyed him, Jason probed one, than her other breast with his pistol. He pushed aside the front of her blouse to show more clevage. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She dropped her eyes. Jason was enjoying his power.

The girls were lined up. Now, Hannah and Korah looked like they were ready to burst into tears. Good, Jason thought: I am in control. " I don't want you to think of running off on us, so "GIVE ME YOUR SHOES GIRLS !". He had to repeat his order and point his pistol before all four girls removed their shoes
and threw them to Jason's feet. " Your hands, girls........": all four quickly put their hands back on their hears. It was painful standing barefoot on the rocky soil................... :

[Lee Boudine]

The four girls stood around the car with their hands on their heads waiting.

"OVER HERE ! ALL FOUR OF YOU COME HERE !"; Jason ordered the girls to where he stood. They moved timidly, hands on their heads like a bizzare war game.

"LINE UP !" ; Jason pointed in front of him. Abigail was the first to drop her hands. He responded with a shout that starled all the girls, "KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS ON YOUR HEAD BITCH !"; Jason pointed his pistol directly at Abigail's face as he took a step toward her. He jabbed the muzzle of his long barred pistol into her solar plexis.

"Do you sluts think you are above the law ? Well, I and Big Bob are the law out here and I intend to teach you spoiled brats fro North Carlina a lesson. A lesson the good old wild west way. I AM the sheriff of Valley County, Montana and you ain't shit !"

" You just keep your hands on yore heads; stand up straight; pull your elbows back; and shove your lil titties out. No: you don't need to shake them for us............" Big Bob was leering. "....... YET."; Jason added as both man erupted in laughter.

"Now, we don't want yew easterners runnin' off on us. There ain't nothin' for miles and you might get snake bit or tore up by a 'big-bad wolf' out there so jus take your shoes off and toss them over here to me." He repeated, "TAKE YOUR DAMN SHOES OFF GIRLS ! THROW THEM HERE !" the four reacted to Jason's shout..............continue

[Beatrice]

The four girls stood around the van with their placef firmly on their heads, waiting nervously. When Jason ordered them to come over, they walked in his direction. The girls lined up as ordered. After a few moments, Abigal started to lower her hands, her sulking face still staring angrily at the sheriff. She grunted as he jabbed her in the gut with a gun and quickly put her hands back atop her dark curls.

"How did you know where we were from, sir?" Maital asked calmly if with increasing agitation. The officers hadn't checked any sort of ID yet, after all.

All of the girls started to sulk as the men began to talk about their titties. Of the four now out of the van, Maital had the tits, although they weren't as big as Korah's. Abigail, Amanda and Hannah had reasonable busts but ones fit for slender women.

The four girls then bent down to untie their shoes and toss them over to Jason, leaving themselves wearing only their white socks on their feet. They looked even grumpier at this but said nothing as they placed their hands back on their heads.

[Lee Boudine]

Big Bog ducked his head to enter the side door of the van. He was a big man and it was cramped for him to reach back onto the rear seat. He did not hurry savoring the sight of Korah sleeping. It was obvious to him that this girl had a nice pair of knockers, but what made him stare were her legs splayed wide with her skirt hiked up to her hips. Her tanned legs contrasted to the splotch of white where they met. With one hand he reached for the little white target; found it and grabbed. :

[Beatrice]

"You never answered my question, sir." Miriam pointed out as she stood there with her hands on her redhead.

Korah shifted as she felt the man's hand grave her leg, pressing her succulent thighs close together and rolling over a little. "Cut it out, Hannah." she murmured.

[Lee Boudine]

" The license plates, stupid cunt. The North Carolina licencse plates on your van. Not many foreign license plates out here in the boonies. The only reason any outsiders come here is to make money: sell booze and drugs to the Indians. " Jason wondered if this girls pubes were as red as her hair. " I ain't fucked many red heads" he thought as he mentally stripped Miriam.

The feel of the Korah's soft, smooth inner thighs made Big Bob horney. He explored the sheer crotch of her panties: wiggled a finger against it feeling for her cunt lips. Finding them, he worked his finger between and with a sudden thrust, skewered the girl on his panty covered finger.

[Beatrice]

Big Bob had made a rather dangerous mistake. He'd forgotten that Korah was completely unaware of who he was or what the situation was. She was not yet intimidated. He'd also forgotten that she would be startled and he might have forgotten about those CFMs as well with their sharp points. Korah, who was actually wearing a black thong and not white cotton panties, had tried to close her thighs tightly. When the man forced his way through anyway and even penetrated her orifice, those plump legs shot out and those spike heels dug deeply into his arm and shoulder, even drawing blood.

The other girls, while trying to hold their positions, couldn't help but snort a little. Hannah and Anna both giggled as they heard the rather humiliating failure of Big Bob's first attempt at sexually violating one of their number, even though they knew how bleak the situation was likely to be.

[Lee Boudine]

Even Jason couldn't help but chuckle at Big Bob's predicament. It was like the big man was caught in the tight space of the van with a wild cat. Korah kept kicking and scratching her Indian assailant as he sought desperately to wrap his arms around Korah. He cursed and flailed defensively at his attacker.


Big Bob kept pushing and grabbing until he finally got hold of one of Korah's arms. He held on and twisted.


" GET DOWN ! Faces down on the ground girls. The show's over ! " Jason didn't want the other girls getting any ideas from Korah's struggle. He yelled and menaced the four with his pistol. On their tummies, faces in the dirt, the bitches couldn't see Korah's struggle. When Big Bob finally subdued Korah he'd make an example of her that would cool any thoughts of the other girl's to resist.

[Lee Boudine]

" Yeah Bob, we better get the clumsy bitch checked out. You got influence at the Indian Hospital. If you tell 'em there'll be no reports. You take her over there to the doc and I'll call in for back-up to move these other bitches."

"OK Jason. Sounds good to me. You sure you can handle these other four ? We don't want to have to call a posee to run one of 'em down out in the sage ! "

"I'll do fine Bob. In fact I might even have one of the gals entertain me while I wait........."

Big Bob took the board out from behind Korah's back. He brushed the dust off and straightened her clothes. He felt her up good as he did so. Then he loaded her in the back seat and drove off to the hospital.

[Beatrice]

Korah moaned lightly in the back seat as he drove her to the hospital. She tugged uncomfortably at her handcuffs, whimpering with pain as she did so. She made a few desperate kicks at the back of the seat before quieting down. Then she was silent for about ten minutes, just sitting there and bleeding on the seat. "I'm sorry I made you bleed." she finally ventured.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me a bitch." Miriam said petulantly.

"I would really like to speak to my lawyer." Abigail said. "I'm pretty sure this isn't how it's supposed to work."

"Are you going to kill us?" Amanda whined fearfully.

"If I wan't cuffed and on the ground, I'd totally kick that guys ass." Hannah blurted out with an angry glare in the direction of the departing Bob. "He beat the shit out of my friend."

[Lee Boudine]

Driving Korah to the hospital was uneventful. She was whimpering softly, motionless, slumped across the back seat. Big Bob left her there with the doors locked, while he went in the hospital. He was looking for his cousin Shining Star who was the shift RN.

Meanwhile Jason had the girls under control as he waited for two of his deputies to come help him. The four girls lay on their tummys on the ground under the blazing hot sun. Jason leaned agaist a tree in the shade watching them.

Four solid young asses. He imagined the sight of four pairs of naked buttocks and felt a swelling in his pants. " That's good girls just keep quiet and you won't get hurt. Now maybe one of you would leke to get up and come over here in the shade and tell me all about what you're doing up here. It'll go alot easier for you girls if you just tell me the truth....."

No one responded.

[Beatrice]

Korah shifted a little as he got out of the car, frowning that he hadn't bothered to respond at all to what she said. She had been trying to be nice. She could see the bloodstain on Bob's shirt and all. She groaned lightly again as her cuffed hands rested on her succulent thighs. "Please don't leve me alone out here..." she begged softly...

Miriam's ass, encased in her tight trousers, was plump and meaty, jiggling a little every time she shifted her position. Hannah's was tight under her jeans and Abigail's was tight and muscular as well, although it was a little more exposed by her tiny cut-offs which definitely showed her powerful, spread thighs. Amanda's was lean and trim and could largely be seen under her tiny little pink shorts. Abigail and Amanda were especially squirmy as their bare legs were pressed against the burning sand. They whimpered every now and again and, in fact, Amanda did respond. "I'll talk to you. Get me over in the shade." she said fairly simply, turning to look at him expectantly while Abigail groaned slightly beside her.

[Beatrice]

"No, not Slut Amanda," Michael corrected firmly. "Miss Amanda Glickman. As you tell me of your past life, you will always, always refer to yourself as Miss Amanda Glickman. She was such a happy, lucky, proud, vibrant, carefree young lady, after all and I want you to recapture in full the pride and comfort of your freedom. So, go on. Miss Amanda Glickman liked to run. Was she on the track team?"

[Beatrice]

Korah shifted a little as he got out of the car, frowning that he hadn't bothered to respond at all to what she said. She had been trying to be nice. She could see the bloodstain on Bob's shirt and all. She groaned lightly again as her cuffed hands rested on her succulent thighs. "Please don't leave me alone out here..." she begged softly...

Miriam's ass, encased in her tight trousers, was plump and meaty, jiggling a little every time she shifted her position. Hannah's was tight under her jeans and Abigail's was tight and muscular as well, although it was a little more exposed by her tiny cut-offs which definitely showed her powerful, spread thighs. Amanda's was lean and trim and could largely be seen under her tiny little pink shorts. Abigail and Amanda were especially squirmy as their bare legs were pressed against the burning sand. They whimpered every now and again and, in fact, Amanda did respond. "I'll talk to you. Get me over in the shade." she said fairly simply, turning to look at him expectantly while Abigail groaned slightly beside her.

[Lee Boudine]

" Just get up honey.......and walk over here.........s-l-o-w-l-y.", Jason said.

Amanda rolled over on her back; then sat up. The legs of her tiny pink shorts gaped to show a bit of her white panties underneath as she strained to push herself up with her mannacled hands. Jason smiled.

" Put your heads down girls.", Jason ordered the others. " You had your chances. You can just keep your noses in the dirt and sweat. What this li'l gal does is none of your business." Jason shouted at the other girls who had raised their heads to try and watch Amanda. He stared at the two mounds of Miriams plumb ass and thought of squeezing them with the girl laid across his knees; her jeans and underpants pulled downto her knees. He wondered what she'd do if his finger slipped between the globes of fat to probe her annus ? It would make her squirm for sure. Maybe she'd even creme herself if he inserted his finger through her rectum.

Mirriam was now struggling to position herself to get up. If only her hands were free. She struggled awkwardly. Finally with a lurch she got to her knees; then unsteadilly rose to her feet to face Jason. " Slow. now: walk over here nice and slow. Shake your hooties for me. I enjoy your looking at a nice set of knockers."

Miriam was having second thoughts: maybe sweating on the hot ground was better than the humiliation of standing in front of this beast. But, the shade was inviting.... she walked slowly very much aware of Jason watching her.

Miles away, Korah snuffled alone, cuddled in a painful ball in the back of Big Bob's patrol car. Bob came back out shortly with a large Indian woman in scrubs pushing a wheel chair..................she watched them approach.

[Lee Boudine]

" I bet you've never had a Native American dick in your cunt, have you ?", Big Bob responded to Korah's coy smile as he slowed the car.

As he did, Bob placed one big hand over Korak's little bound hands. He grasped both her hands in his one hand and lifted them from her sex and placed them on his now swelling penis. The feel of her hands immediately stimulated his organ to become hard as a steel dildo. He left Zorah's hands on his erection as he returned his hand to cup her mons. His fingers searched under the openings in her shorts; found her panties which were already moist; and entered the cleft between Korahs swollen labia.

He didn't need to say any thing as he pulled the car off the highway under the shade of a gigantic cottonwood tree..................both he and Korah were breathing deeply.


Jason ignored Miriam's call. He was too focused on Amanda's hands rubbing creme on Abigails bare buttocks. He pictured all five girls together on a big bed. Naked. Bouncing as they played with one another. Sexually stimulating play. First, just the girls; then, he and Bob on the bed with them and all five girls running their hands over the men's nakedness. Bob imagined grasping Abigail's hair and pulling her face onto his erection, " Kiss me baby ! SUCK it.....slowly....", his hands grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her onto him. He sought her openings with his fingers.........


Miles away in the parked patrol car, Big Bob was freeing Korah's wrists.......

[Beatrice]

Abigail herself was starting to pant and get a little worked up as Amanda kept rubbing her. Her blush deepened as Amanda's soft, white hands massaged her ass roughly. Between heavy breaths, she managed to say "Miriam said something, sir..."

Korah smiled as her soft hands began fondling Bob and as he began fondling her. Suddenly, she shouted "No!" as he started to touch her cuffs. Smiling after the shock, she explained "I want to be bound for you."

[Lee Boudine]

Korah had dated like any girl; but always with good Jewish boys. Growing up she had seen her father and her brothers naked. All had been cirucumsized. So, after struggling with her bound wrists she finally freed Bob's penis from his she was surprised to find his shaft shrouded in his un circumsized foreskin.

Bob noticed her stop fondeling him and her shocked look. "Indians are real men ! Not cut like the white men. We give the woman a special sensation !"

It was not long before the swelling forced the head of Bob's organ from its sheath. Korah pealed the foreskin further back. As he became excited, Bob fumbled with Korah's clothing to free her breasts and access her cunt.

Both of them were panting and frenzied.....................



Jason was immersed in the scene playing out between Amanda and Abigail.
"Yeah, yeah; we'll get to her later. Now you two just enjoy yourselves." He had never watched anything more erotic than the play between the two girls. Jaso unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect penis. Miriam noticed. Not to be ignored she shouted at Jason again.........................

[Beatrice]

Korah parted her soft thighs, allowing Bob to enter her. She pressed forward, riding his cock as he took her.

"Come on! You can't leave us out here forever!" Miriam screamed.

((OOC: Sorry for shortness. I got nothin' this time.))

[Lee Boudine]

Big Bob reached behind Korah and taking her soft buttocks in his hands. Squeezing, he pulled their groins even closer together. She squeeled as the tip his erection pounded her uterus and the back walls of her vagina. Bob's cock was much larger than the boys she had known. His movements inside her were more violent than she had experienced before.

He spread her buttocks and found her annus. The first touch of his finger surprised her; then excited her. She had never been touched there before. It felt pleasing until Bob forced his finger against her resisting sphincter. That hurt and the pain distracted Korah from the pleasure of coitus.


Jason answered Miriam's screaming. "O.K., O.K. com'on over and get a little." Miriam hesitated.................." It's your turn to get with it gal: GET UP ! I got a special little surprise for you sweety."

Korah parted her soft thighs, allowing Bob to enter her. She pressed forward, riding his cock as he took her.

"Come on! You can't leave us out here forever!" Miriam screamed.

((OOC: Sorry for shortness. I got nothin' this time.))

[Beatrice]

Korah groaned a little as Bob began to roughly explore her anus and pound even harder into her body. She let out a little yelp of pain, her brown eyes shooting open. "Ow!" she cried as she tried to wriggle her soft ass away from his fingers.

"You said they were on their way." Miriam said as she squirmed on the ground, her hands bound tightly. She pulled herself onto her knees and then tried to rise under her own power, first pressing one sock clad foot flat on the ground and then the other, pushing up. She groaned slightly as she could feel the hot sand and twigs on her feet. She walked over, frowning as she looked at Amanda, still busily rubbing Abigail.

[Lee Boudine]

Korah groaned a little as Bob began to roughly explore her anus and pound even harder into her body. She let out a little yelp of pain, her brown eyes shooting open. "Ow!" she cried as she tried to wriggle her soft ass away from his fingers.

"You said they were on their way." Miriam said as she squirmed on the ground, her hands bound tightly. She pulled herself onto her knees and then tried to rise under her own power, first pressing one sock clad foot flat on the ground and then the other, pushing up. She groaned slightly as she could feel the hot sand and twigs on her feet. She walked over, frowning as she looked at Amanda, still busily rubbing Abigail.

Jason smirked as he watched Miriam's slow, painful progress across the rocky ground. She winced again and again as the sharp rocks bruised the tender soles of feet. He unzipped his jeans.

"KNEEL ! Here...." he ordered Miriam as reached out grabbing her tee shirt. He pulled her to her knees between his knees. She winced again as her kees pressed on the ground. Her pain was short lived as Jason pulled his erecection from his fly and let the nine inch rod brush Miriama's face. "SUCK IT BITCH."

He pushed her head into his crotch with one hand and tore open the front of Miriam's tee shirt with the other. He grabbed one exposed tit and squeezed. Miriam screamed. The other girls stared.........................


Meanwhile, Bob was tending to Korah. " You ever have it in your ass, girl ?" he asked as Korah tried unsuccessfully to avoid his offending fingers seek her annus. His forefinger penetrated her sphincter and he insertyed it as far as he could. Still his penis plunged in and out of her vagina. Suddenly Korah was gasping for breath and her annus relaxed. She moaned long and low before she suddenly screamed and stated to thrash frantialy in unison with his movements. She hugged him tightly and Bod responded so they became like ong body spasming desperately to achieve release............

[Lee Boudine]

one of the girls ?

What do you think Bea ?

Lee. :

[gagged_Louise]

In the dim light of the wall-inset lamps, Amanda struggled and grunted into her gag. Hanging upside down and with a wave of nausea rolling in her head, she could witness the five strangers stepping into the room. The time could be some hours after midnight, she figured: still pitch dark outside, but the newly entered men grabbed her attention as she gauged them from her inverted frog perspective. Two of them wore denim jackets and cattleman boots, they all looked muscular and big-boned,. surely well endowed cockwise too, she thought. As the tall guy spoke and explained they might end up in jail unless they accepted the men's terms, she shivered but very soon she had the whiff of that he was bluffing. Dammit, of course he was blackmailing them.
Amanda wanted to call out "No! wait a minute!" but her soft grunt made nothing of the kind. And Miriam, too, was powerless to say anything. Feeling fright seizing her, Amanda flailed with her hands, drew for breath and tried again to push herself up as if it would help. "hey, I think girlie's getting frisky" one of the guys tossed out. We'd better truss her hands in place.
Walking behind her, he grabbed her hands and forced them together. "No! Nnngh!!" - her muffled grunts came out unsteadily as he lashed rope around her left wrist and then cross-tied her hands behind her. "Will you listen bitch, we're giving you and your friends a fair deal - what is one night against life in prison and a wasted education?" he said in a crisp, commanding voice, tugging her hair to make his point. Miriam sobbed under her ring gag as she saw it; and Amanda, half exhausted, felt the humiliation like a boot in the face. Hanging tensely upside down, she saw the dude walking over to the wall and pressing a switch. Suddenly the chains holding the bar came to life and her body was pulled upwards. Amanda growled into her gag as she was lifted, but her head settled about five feet above the floor.

[Beatrice]

"Do you want to end up in jail?" barked the man who had initially made the offer at the man messing with Amanda as he strode over and shoved the other man aside. Amanda's mouth was now hanging about level with his and he jerked off the tape and pulled out the cloth. "If you prefer to face the regular legal system for your actions, say so right now, Miss Glickman, then just say so and we'll get you out of this, dress you and take you down to the station right now with no further sexual play of any sort? Would you rather take our deal? You really do have a choice. Don't listen to this asshole."

Amanda paused, opening her mouth. All the blood was rushing to her head. It was hard to think. Finally, she blurted out, "I accept."

"Good girl," the man said as he pushed the gag back into her mouth and wrapped the tape around her face. He then turned to look at the others. "Anyone else prefer the legal system? Just attract attention now and you'll be out of here and subject to no further sex games period in less than five minutes."

[gagged_Louise]

Looking around the room with half dazed eyes from her rolled-up position, Miriam shook with fear and unease. The way these guys had treated them, forced Abigail and Korah, the way Jason had abused her...and now brought them all here and hauled Amanda up by her ankles, left no doubt they were weird criminals, and they made her think of a bunch of psycho cowboys. But that guy was right she and her friends would be subject to police inquiries upon arrest. So they were trapped, and whatever...her tiredness shot through her, alternating with stress, but she couldn't bring herself to make a definite signal like stamping her feet together. Her bound legs felt frozen. She looked around, moaning softly. The others with her - and she could just feel jaon's gaze slowöy panning about them. She tried to catch Amanda's eyes but her friend hung face away from her and too high up.

No one spoke. From outside she could hear some night birds twittering. The harsh ring gag forcing her mouth open so made her want to puke, but Miriam knew she had to keep that down - her thigh and waist muscles knitted together to help hold her stomach tight. She felt as if they'd all gone through a dim darkness and landed here - literally no memory of the last hour but her mouth tasting foul and now all open,

Abigail, normally the one who would have fought back, grunted and sobbed now, kneeling bound on the floorboards and tugging at the ungiving rope holding her hands behind her. As his eyes swept by and stopped at her Jason felt more and more inflamed, he was figuring just what to do with those breasts and that nice strong twat. She should get some lessons and her butt definitely needed some red welts. Her eyes looked back at him above her stuffed, taped mouth, bleakly begging for mercy. Then Abigail looked up at Amanda, seeing her friend hanging upside down and her breasts lewdly plopping free and pointing toward her head, and those skillful hands bound behind her back. Those hands that had rubbed lotion into her butt on Jason's orders...the memory made her flush with humiliation and a strange feeling about Amanda. She whimpered into her panty gag.

"I see you realize what's good for you" Ryan, the guy who had put the choice to them, said "That was wise". The men around him cheered and grinned broadly. Without further ado, two of them went over to Miriam and hauled her up from the floor, dragging her over to the wall. Undoing the ropes binding her wrists and holding them down, they forced her back up against the wall paneling and stretched her arms out wide to the sides, tying the hands off at two ringbolts in the wall four feet apart above her head. "You like sucking cock, girl?"

Miriam mmph'ed and looked up at them, silent tears in her eyes as he unzipped his pants. Her jaws stretched out by the ring gag she felt his musty, hard smell come closer. She swallowed hard and put her lips around his cock head..

"Good girl."

[Beatrice]

Hannah whimpered faintly around the cock gag which stuffed her soft mouth. The muscular curves of her bare legs were on display as the men approached. She could hear them coming from behind but couldn't see them, her head fastened securely in her stocks. She closed her eyes and silently gave thanks that all of her holes were already stuffed with toys. She felt the hands of one man softly press against the top of her thigh and then slide down, feeling every inch of her leg as he went. "What a well-formed slave..." he commented.

"Mpphgg!" protested Hannah, even as she felt the firm rubber of the cockgag press deeper into her soft throat. What did he mean by slave? She stamped one of her sneakered feet on the ground in protest. "Mphhg!"

The man smacked her hard on her firm rump, through her white panties but right atop the firm plug that stuffed her teenaged bum. She yelped loudly into her gag as she heard the man laugh.