He wanted to see more and so he began to unbuckle her jeans. First the pretty pink belt that matched her blouse, and then the snap at the top, and then the zipper. It made a slight ripping noise as it descended, an unmistakable sound. The girl’s body stiffened.
It was a little more complicated job to slide the jeans and underwear over her hips. But Turk managed by lifting her body and, using one arm at a time, pulling the pants lower and lower. After three or four pulls on each side he made his goal. It was easy then to pull the pants down to her knees.
Heloise, as befitted her name, wore pretty, flowered panties. Blue and pink, cotton, of course, and not bikini style either. Modest panties for a modest girl. Her bush was sparse and thin, blond, like her hair. Her cunt was soft and warm to the Turk’s hand.
Heloise had ceased all resistance, a sign of her diminishing hope. Her eyes were closed. Her back ached from lying atop her manacled hands. Her knees were straining at the cramped position mandated by the link between her ankle cuffs and that of her wrists. The ball gag was stretching her mouth, an unignorable presence. And this man, this unknown, callous man was fondling her most private place. As his fingers sought the apex of her cunt, she cringed slightly. But when his efforts began in earnest, she found herself unable to resist the rush of blood to her loins. Against her will, the folds of her labia began to engorge, fluids began to flow inside. Involuntarily, her knees widened, just a touch, her body wanting to ease access to her point of pleasure.
Turk was observant of these changes in the girl’s demeanor. He had seen it often. The body controlled the mind. That was what passion was all about. Nature had a way of pulling all of us towards the act of copulation, ensuring the continuance of the race. Some, like Turk, and those he supplied with nubile, young playthings, perverted this law of nature. But the numbers compared to the whole of the human race were miniscule. Population-wise, they would not be missed.
Heloise suddenly caught herself as she realized that she was giving in to the assault on her pussy. But it was too late, as Turk had his hand well situated between her legs and was pressing his fingers inside. “She’s tight,” he thought. He decided it was time for Heloise’s surprise. He took the dildo from behind him and called out to the girl softly. “Heloise, look what I’ve got for you.”
Her eyes had been shut, but they opened at this entreaty. A grimace crossed her face. She knew what was going to happen. Her little toy, which, from time to time had been a source of release for her sublimated desires, was now to be an instrument of her debasement. She murmured from behind her gag, “No, no, please no.” But all that emerged was a muffled plea.
Turk now pressed his body in between the girl’s knees and spread them as far apart as they would go. She was resisting him, and it took some force to push her thighs apart. Heloise moaned in pain.
“Now, you see, Heloise,” Turk whispered to her, “you must cooperate or this won’t be much fun. Relax your knees and get ready for what’s coming.”
The girl surrendered meekly and the tension on her knees and thighs slackened. She was crying though, tears streaming down her face.. She jumped slightly as Turk pressed the tip of the dildo to her pussy. The folds of flesh surrounding it were still flush and engorged. It was a simple matter of pushing the head of the dildo inside. Turk began rubbing it back and forth, just the head inserted, teasing her, softening her some more, preparing for the plunge deep inside. The dildo was squirming and vibrating. Heloise gasped behind her gag as it was pressed forwards just a little more. Turk could see the anguish in her eyes as she tried to deny what her body wanted. He pressed the rest of the dildo home.
Heloise gasped again as she felt her canal fill with the tormenting instrument. It vibrated gently inside her, but the gyrations of the false prick made her squirm. Turk could see the redness of her chest increase; hear her labored breath as the implement did its job. She began panting, the breath being forced through her nose. Her thighs began to shudder and her legs to thrash. He could feel her trying to lift her body off of her hands, push her pelvis to towards the imaginary lover. Turk pulled the dildo in and out at a faster pace, rubbing against the top of her tunnel looking for that spot that would put her over the top. He apparently found it, as Heloise came with a shuddering groan, her body stiffening and then, convulsing within the limits of her bound arms and legs.
Turk pulled the dildo back to the edge of Heloise’s cunt. He rubbed the edges of it, running the tip of the dildo over her plush and soft lower lips. She was crying, of course, but he bet she just had the biggest orgasm of her life. He decided that it was his turn.
He rolled the girl suddenly over onto her stomach. Pulling the handcuff keys from his pocket, he first released the cuffs connecting the ankles and wrists. He then unconnected the wrist cuffs only to pull the girl back over and cuff her wrists in front. Pulling her hands down, he connected the third set of cuffs again to the wrist bracelets and then to the ones holding her ankles together. The girl was bent in two at the waist. He grabbed the throw pillow he had used to subdue the girl and jammed it in between her legs, causing her thighs to bow out slightly. He then pulled his belt off again and circled the girl’s forearms and thighs. He pulled the belt sharply tight and locked it into place.
Heloise was now tightly pressed into a sharp “v”. She squealed as the belt was tightened, but otherwise did not resist, exhausted from her recent ordeal. Turk pushed her over on her side and positioned himself behind the young woman. Turk took in, for a moment, the soft white skin covering the two half moons of her ass. He placed his hand again on the now sloppy wet pussy between her thighs. Heloise let out a meek protest, lost behind the ball in her mouth. Turk lay down behind the girl on the rug and positioned his cock for the assault.
Turk placed his rigid weapon at the entrance to Heloise’s pussy. He rubbed the lips gently with the end of his cock, reveling in the sensation. Then, lust taking command, he pressed inwards and sheathed himself fully in Heloise’s body. The girl let out a muffled cry. Turk’s cock was enveloped by her hot and moist portal. He stroked back and forth placing his hands on her lower back to gain leverage and to pull her towards him to meet his thrusts. As he built to his passion, he could feel the girl rising too. He was rubbing his cock against the top of her channel, the spot he had found before with the dildo. Heloise began to make little mewing sounds as she neared her point of release. Finally, Turk exploded the contents of his loins into hers. With each pulse of his prick, waves of pleasure floated through his body. The cunt he had filled began a steady series of contractions, pressing even harder around his shaft.
Although he was spent, Heloise continued to spasm for a moment or two and then her orgasm subsided. He could feel the contractions of her pussy as they became weaker and weaker and then faded away.
People who fuck with their clothes on look ridiculous when they finish and so Turk quickly disengaged himself and pulled up his pants. He lay on his back and let his muscles relax. “That was worth the price of admission,” he thought. He looked at his watch. 1:45 A. M. Time to get organized.
He would let the exhausted and humiliated Heloise lay still for now. With his belt around her arms and legs and her wrists manacled to her ankles, she was going nowhere.
The Turk waited patiently in the semi darkness for time to pass, sitting himself in one of Heloise’s overstuffed easy chairs. The room was silent except for the occasional moan from the girl. After a while, he went around the apartment and turned off all of the lights save the light from the hallway. Turk again looked at his watch. 2:10.
Heloise was still lying on her side, sullenly staring up at him. He knew not to underestimate her and so he gave her a little kick in the ass. “Time to get ready to go, Heloise,” Turk told her. “Don’t try anything or you will suffer, believe me.”
The girl just looked at him warily. Turk pulled out the seven inch blade he carried. “Know what I mean, Heloise?”
She nodded, her eyes widened.
Turk knelt down and loosened the belt around her arms and thighs and unlocked the manacle holding her wrists to her ankles. He placed the underside of the knife on the girl’s neck. “I’m going to undo your wrists and you’re going to take off your blouse. Then I’m going to put the cuffs back on, behind your back. There’s to be no trouble, got it?” She nodded again.
Turk undid the cuffs around her wrists but he held on to one wrist and held the knife in the other. The girl shrugged her blouse off of her one shoulder. The tears were flowing again, as she realized her ordeal was to be prolonged, off site, where this man could do anything he wanted. The urge to resist welled up in her. This was probably her last chance. If she could just shove him aside she might be able to pull off the gag and yell and scream for help. But then what? He had that knife. He could kill her and run out the door. He could cut up her face like he said. She was sure that if she failed in her attempt to make enough noise to wake up the Wilkersons down stairs, there would be severe retribution, especially when they got to where they were going. So, having rejected resistance, Heloise just continued to cry.
Meekly she presented her free hand to the man. He released the other and grabbed it. The blouse and the bra strap came down off the other arm. She was nude from the waist up. Turk ordered her to place her hands behind her back and he clicked the handcuffs back on. She was again bound and helpless. He then released her ankles and pulled off the pants and underwear.
“I’m going to take you to the bathroom now. No trouble, ok?’ She nodded.
She dutifully performed for Turk on the toilet and he brought her back to the living room. He pushed her gently back to the floor. The ankle cuffs went back on.
It was now 2:30 and Turk pushed the girl over on her stomach and growled at her, “Lay still!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial and syringe. Turk leaned over the girl. “I’m going to give you a shot,” he told her. “It will put you to sleep. Don’t move or the needle might break and I’ll have to take other, more dangerous steps to keep you quiet, understand.”
Despite her continued crying, she was able to nod her head. He jabbed the needle into her back side and shot the liquid into her. It would take about 20 minutes to take hold fully, but she would start feeling the effects within about five.
“I’m going to lift you up and put you in a chair,” he told her. Carrying an unconscious girl was one thing, lifting her up from the floor was another. He placed her in the easy chair.
Turk sat on the couch waiting. Slowly, Heloise’s crying abated until it was reduced to a mere whimper. He got up from the couch and knelt beside her. He rubbed his hand down her neck over her breasts and down her thighs. She was fine, all right, fine. He would give her a good working over when they got to Nora’s, that’s for sure.
At 2:45, he saw Lenny drive by the house slowly. He flashed him once with the flashlight. He had to strain slightly to pull the unconscious girl to a standing position. He leaned over and draped her over his shoulder. He carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the fire escape. He then carried her quietly to the ground. He went back up the fire escape. He went back inside the window and locked it from the inside. He walked silently to the hallway and exited the flat, locking the door behind him. The bus driver was not due home until after 4 A. M., and so there was a good margin of error there. So far, so good.
Turk let himself out the front door and scurried along the side of the house. The girl was, of course, still there. He waited for Lenny. He didn’t have long to wait.
Lenny pulled up at exactly 3:01. His lights were out and he coasted to a stop without using the brakes. Lenny quietly emerged form the driver’s side and ran over to Turk and the girl. He helped Turk lift the girl to her feet and then Turk again lifted her over his shoulder. He loped towards the van, Lenny following.
The side of the van was already unlatched and it slid the rest of the way open quietly. The trunk was sitting against the driver’s side of the van and Lenny stepped in and opened it. He helped Turk slowly lower the girl down. Once inside, Turk again locked her ankles to her wrists. Thus folded, with her head bent over, she was a perfect fit. A blanket was thrown in over her to help muffle what limited sounds she might make if she awoke prematurely. The lid was closed and locked.
“A nice piece,” Lenny whispered.
“Cut the chatter and get her car out of here,” the Turk snarled back. “Nora will pay you in a few days.”
With that, Turk ran around to the driver’s side and pulled the van away. After a few blocks he turned the lights on. When he reached a secluded spot, he stopped and, getting out, ran back around to the passenger side. He got in and rearranged some of the furniture so that the trunk was covered with a pile of chairs and boxes. He used a bungee cord to fasten them into place. He stepped out and closed the van door, locking it. He quickly crossed back in front of the van to the driver’s door, got in and drove away. Next stop, Nevada.
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