Fortunately, Julie usually didnât seem to give a shit about her âscheduleâ either. She liked to hang out and shoot the breeze, and that was cool with me. She followed me in out of the wet and waited while I locked the door and punched in my alarm code. The store had three meters, one tucked away in each of the back rooms. I unlocked the employee access door and felt her arm brush mine as she bent over a table to get a better look at the first meter, giving me a nice view of her ass in the process. A small tingle, like pins and needles, started burning up the back of my neck. Iâd first felt the sensation one day, about three months ago, in my sister-in-law, Lauraâs, bathroom. That afternoon, Laura had taken a bath and masturbated for me while I jerked off into her bathtub. And she never knew I was there. The feeling had returned later that night, during a party that Laura and her husband, Ken, threw for a group of their yuppie friends. Iâd met the wife of one of Kenâs buddies and raped her in the same bathroom, right next to the tub in which Iâd watched Laura have the most intense orgasm of her life.Iâd become more and more familiar with the sensation over the last weeks and months. It usually snuck up on me, unexpectedly in situations involving some crazy sexual thought of mine, although lately now I could bring it around when I wanted to. And the feeling always brought out a dark side of me that Iâd never before acknowledged, let alone acted on.And here it was again. Looking at Julieâs butt stretching out her Dickieâs work pants, the tingling quickly spread around the base of my skull. She scribbled a couple notes on her clipboard and turned to me. âOkay. Next one?â she noticed my look and gave me another grin. I knew my face was already flushed. I have a fair, Nordic complexion and turn red just looking at the sun. With the sensation causing blood to rush through my body, I felt heat spreading into my arms and legs, the pit of my stomach. I looked her straight in the eye and smiled back.âSure thing. Right this way.â I let her into the other rooms and opened up the store as she took her readings. I was standing at the counter with both of the âopenâ lights on when she plopped her clipboard down and leaned her elbows on the counter. She cupped her chin in her hands and batted her eyes at me. I tried to play innocent. âWhat?ââYou were staring at my buttâ she grinned.âWas not.ââWere too,â she cocked her head towards the back of the store. âIn there.âThe tingling washed over me in a wave. To be honest, Iâd never really noticed how Julie looked before, maybe because of the ugly grey uniform she had to wear. During the winter, she wore a grey bomber jacket with the company logo printed on the back, a faded orange company t-shirt tucked into grey work pants, and hiking boots with thick, fuzzy socks. Her blonde hair was usually tied in a short pony tail and tucked through a grey baseball cap. Not the most feminine of looks. I figured that she just gave me permission, so I gave her a good look up and down. She was in her mid-thirties, and a little taller than I was, big and thick, but pretty. She didnât wear much make-up, except for a touch of eye liner that highlighted her light brown eyes. She usually had a dusting of freckles across her nose, probably from being outside so much. Today, though, she was sporting a savage tan.I gave in. âItâs a great butt. Nice and big and round.â If she wanted to flirt, bring it on. âMy friends would say that itâs a butt you can hold on to.ââOh, really?ââMmm-hmm.â I binked the tip of her nose with my finger, felt the tingling pulse into my hand. âNice tan. Looks like youâve been on vacation.ââSome girlfriends and I spent a couple weeks down in Mexico.â She rubbed her nose and grinned some more. âThe beach was calling my name. I just got back.âI tried imagining her at the beach and got an image of her in a bikini and hiking boots. I chuckled.âWhat?â âJust wondering if you took your boots with you.ââNo. No boots. Strictly bathing suits, lounge chairs and fruity drinks with umbrellas. I donât think the boots go with that ensemble.âYou learn something new every day, if you keep your ears open. I always figured Julie was married. âI bet your husband liked you having a two-week long girls night out.âShe stretched out her left hand and cocked an eyebrow at me. âSee any rings?â Her fingernails were painted a light pink.âNope, no rings.â I cleared my throat. âSounds like you had fun.âJulie stuck her arms in the air, tilted her head back, and stretched up on her tippy-toes, giving me another nice view of her body. âIt was great,â she eased back down and took off her hat, set it on her clipboard, and unzipped her jacked down to her navel. âI canât seem to get back into the swing of things now, though.â She caught me staring again, and smiled like my hand was in the cookie jar.âComing back after a vacation can do that to you.â I picked up her pen and was tapping it on the clipboard when she grabbed my hand. âNice ring youâve got though.â She played with my wedding ring for a second, and the tingling sensation shot from her hand on mine, up my wrist, right into my groin. My dick throbbed and shifted uncomfortably in my pants. Her innocent flirting was taking a different route in my head, and the image of Julie in a bikini gave me a nudge.âYeah, itâs a nice ring,â I said. My marriage hadnât been a good one, and Jennifer and I had split up not long after her brothersâ party. âI should probably stop wearing it.âShe looked up at my face. âWhy?âI shrugged a little, uncomfortable. âBecause Iâm pretty sure that myâŚwife isnât wearing hers anymore.ââOh.â Julie slipped the ring off my finger and stroked my hand for a second. She smiled at me, slid the ring back on, and grabbed her hat. âSorry. I didnât mean to get too personal, or...or...Well. I guess I should be heading out.âI didnât think so. My dick was raging, and it wouldnât have let Julie leave even if Iâd wanted her to. I yanked off the ring and set it on the counter in front of her. âJulie, donât move,â I said thickly, and concentrated. My heart was pounding so hard I could almost hear it. Iâd stopped using my new abilities a little after the party, because Iâd scared myself a little. I often thought that I had dreamed the whole thing, and now I wasnât really sure if this would work. Julie gave me a strange look, and froze with her arm up, her hat halfway to her head.âPut your hat back down.â She set it back on the counter. I tried to focus on remembering what Iâd done with Lisa, and smiled. I thought about what I wanted to do, and quickly got a mental image of Julie with her hands braced on the counter, her ass up in the air, her legs spread open and her pants bunched around her ankles. Suddenly, with a surprised little gasp, Julie unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down over her hips. The weight of her belt dropped them further, until they were settled around her ankles. She leaned against the counter, and her eyes followed me as I walked around and behind her, unzipping my own pants.âJulie, I want you to be very quiet. Do you understand?â She nodded, and bit her lip. âArc your back and stick your ass out towards me.âI was right behind her now, staring at her luscious ass. I hadnât realized how thick she really was, but her body was in great shape from walking her route, with wide hips that rounded into tan, shapely thighs and muscular calves. She was wearing pink cotton panties, cut high on her hip. What a waste - I hate bland womenâs undies. Ever since the afternoon with Lisa, Iâve thought that all women should be required to wear silky, sexy lingerie, not this comfortable cotton crap. Time to get this shit out of the way. I rubbed my left hand over her ass and grabbed a pair of scissors from the counter with my right.âW-what are you going to do to me,â she whimpered, and her ass shook. âShut up right now Julie, you can talk when I tell you its okay.â I slid my fingers over her ass and underneath the elastic band of her underpants, bunched her panties in my fist. I pulled them away from her crotch, slid the scissors underneath, and cut them open at the bottom, leaving two flaps of material sewn to the waistband. I flipped the light material covering her ass up and over her butt, and gently ran the tip of the scissors down her crack, pushed them against her pussy.She squealed and started to quiver. âYou donât like that?â I asked, and she shook her head furiously. I set the scissors back on the counter, next to her hands. She turned her head and eyed the scissors.âJulie, I donât think that would be a good idea. Just leave those alone. Okay?â She nodded, and I pushed my pants and my underwear down to my knees. My dick shot out like a missile, pointing right at her pussy. I grabbed her jacket by the collar, and yanked it down around her back, pinning her arms against her sides. Then I wrapped my fist around the base of my dick and pushed the tip against her pussy. She let out another squeal. âRelax, Julie. I guarantee youâre going to like this.â She was squirming hard now, trying hard to move away. She let out another high pitched squeak as I wrapped her ponytail around my fist and pulled her body back against me. My dick is shaped like a cone, the tip big and round, the shaft thickening to about the width of my wrist around the base. Her pussy was already damp, and the tip of my dick slid in easily.âSee? Isnât that nice?â I pulled her hair harder. Her cunt was surprisingly tight for such a big girl. Her pussy muscles contracted around the head of my dick as I pushed my way in, trying to accommodate me. I established a nice position, with maybe three inches of my penis stuck inside of her, and I let go of her hair and shoved her t-shirt up her back, giving me a good view of her tan lines. Her ass was shaped like a heart, tapering into a nice, small waist. I wrapped both my hands around her waist and pulled her against my dick, feeling her pussy stretch as another few inches slipped inside her. Julie moaned loudly, panting. She was having a difficult time taking me in, and I was barely halfway. I let her relax and adjust for a second, and then I grabbed her hair and pulled her into a standing position. She let out a muffled scream and twitched as the weight of her body shoved me the rest of the way into her cunt. I held her up by the hair and slid my other hand down to her crotch, felt my dick stretching her pussy lips. I rubbed her clit gently. âIâm going to fuck you now Julie, and youâre going to cum for me. Youâre going to cum so hard you scream for me. Do you understand?â She was crying now, but she nodded. âGood girl. Now I want you to stay standing just like this, just for a second or two. Weâre going to give the cameras a nice tit shot, okay?â Four security cameras faced the counter area, one mounted near the ceiling in each corner of the building. I forced Julie to look at the video monitor behind the counter, recording her rape, the cameras flipping between four different views of us pressed together, pushed up against the edge of the counter. I let go of her hair and slid the front of her t-shirt up over her tits. She wore a nicer bra than panties, Iâll give her that. I hooked my fingers under the cups of her bra and pulled the satin cloth down, hooking her bra under her breasts. She had big, heavy titties with little brown nipples. I gave her tits a hard squeeze, rubbed her nipples in my hands, and used my weight to press her body back down on the counter. I lay on her back, smelling her hair and squeezing her tits as her pussy spasmed around my dick. I knew that I wouldnât last long - my balls were already tightening with my need to orgasm, but I wanted to lie on her and feel her underneath me. I gently kissed her neck, then her ear, and I heard her moan softly. She turned her head to me and I nuzzled her neck, and I felt a rush of warm moisture run from her pussy down the inside of my legs. Then I slid my hands back down to her ass and spread her cheeks, pulled my dick out to its tip, then shoved it as hard as I could back into her pussy. Julieâs entire body bucked, and I thrust again, harder. âOh, God, please, no...â Her ass was jerking against me, her body responding, her pussy soaking wet, dripping moisture down her legs. âCum with me Julie,â I managed one final, hard thrust, and my orgasm exploded as I shoved my dick completely inside her. She grabbed my hands, and I felt her buck under me as her cum spurted against my legs. Her head and back arched backwards, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a wide âOâ. I wrapped one arm around her neck and pulled her closer to me, and squeezed. âThatâs my girl. Cum with me Julie. Cum until I tell you to stop.â She fought for breath, her body jerking against me, making her titties jiggle. Her eyes opened and rolled back into her head, her fingers dug hard into my hand. âF-f-fuck..., oh, God, please...â she gasped and twitched, trying to breathe. I held her tight against me for a full minute, watching her struggle in the monitor. Just like making my very own porno. âThatâs my girl,â I told her again, and let her relax back on the counter. I rested against her again and listened to her panting, felt myself soften inside her. The she turned her face towards me, her eyes closed. Her mouth opened and she licked her lips, and I felt her ass slowly grind against my crotch. What was this? Iâd dropped my control over Julie when I came - not a good thing, something Iâd have to remember for later. Yet here she was, slowly fucking me, the guy who had just raped her, with a little smile on her face. She still held my hand close to her body and was making a low, purring sound deep in her throat. Her pussy clamped down around my dick, and she ground her hips around in a slow circle, purring all the while.Interesting.But I was finished with this. I stood up and pulled out of her with a sloppy wet, popping sound. Julie whimpered and tried to grab at my hips, her hands still trapped in her jacket, flailing around. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the counter, forcing her into a kneeling position on the floor. I pushed my dick, getting hard again and covered in cum, against her mouth. âI want you to clean your cum off me with your tongue, Julie. I want you to give me a nice, sweet blowjob before I let you go back to work.â She began frantically licking the tip of my penis. She opened her mouth and took me inside, and I felt her tongue slipping back and forth along the bottom of my dick. I grabbed her ears and pushed in until she grunted and gagged. I felt her lips press against my stomach, and I held her there and ground my hips into her face.âSuck it clean you fucking bitch.â I used my hips and started fucking her face, pushing my dick deep down into her throat. I could feel another orgasm coming quickly, and I didnât want to hold back. I wanted to pour my cum into her throat. âAhhhh, fuuuckk.â A little old lady that was out walking her dog watched me through the store window as I fucked Julieâs mouth. I pushed her head back into the counter so she couldnât move, and rammed myself as far into mouth as I could with each thrust. I could hear my balls slapping against her chin, heard her gagging and her head smacking hard into the counter wall. Her whole body shook against me, and as I came I waved to the old lady, who smiled and waved back as she walked away. I waited until she was out of sight and let Julie slide to the floor, where she lay twitching, her eyes rolling in her head and my cum bubbling out of her mouth, running down the side of her face. I grabbed her by the hair again, most of it yanked out of the ponytail and hanging down around her face now. I held her head up and smacked her across the face with my free hand, then back again. She flinched and tried to scoot back against the counter, coughing and spitting up cum. I stood, zipped up my pants. âThat was sweet, Julie,â I smiled down at her. I stuck my hands under her armpits and picked her up, leaned her against the counter and started to dress her. âDid you like it?âShe was still barely conscious, but she blushed and nodded weakly.
I fixed her bra, covering up those great tits, giving her nipples a final pinch, and pulled her t-shirt back down. Then I had another idea. âJulie, what time do you get off work tonight?ââFff...Four...,â she coughed.âI think we should have dinner together tonight. I have some things, some rules for you that we need to discuss. Why donât you meet me back here about six oâclock?â She nodded weakly. I helped her fix her jacket, then took her chin in my hand and made her look at me. âAnd I have some things I want you to do for me before you come back.ââWh-what?â She wiped at her face with the sleeve of her jacket.âFrom now on, Julie, you are mine. And you will dress nicely for me. To begin with, I donât ever, ever want to see you wearing crappy underwear again, understand?â She nodded. âOkay.ââWhen youâre finished with work tonight, youâre going to go shopping.â I was holding her up by the shoulders now. âThis is what I want you to buy...âA few minutes later Julie was pulling out of the parking lot in her company truck, not too much the worse for wear. I rewound the security tape back to the beginning. The rest of the afternoon might be slow, but at least I had something fun to watch now, and something to look forward to tonight, too. I pressed the play button on the VCR and settled in to wait for the end of my shift.At six-thirty on the dot, I was assisting another employee, trying to help the same little old lady that Iâd waved to while I was shooting a wad of cum down Julieâs throat. True to form, business had picked up around four that afternoon, and had been hopping ever since. I vaguely heard the chime as another customer walked into the store. My employee and the little old lady were both staring behind me, and as I turned to see what they were looking at, a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. I felt a strong pair of arms twine themselves around my neck, and I found myself pressed against a warm, soft body. Julie smiled at my shocked look, pulled me close and kissed me. I didnât quite know what to do, so I kissed her back. I thought that we couldâve kissed for a few more hours, but my dick no longer enjoyed participating in small talk - so to speak - and threatened to make me bend Julie back over the counter. I figured it was time to get on with the plan for the evening. I gently broke our clinch, and with my hands on her waist, pushed Julie away from me. I saw my employee grinning at us as he led the old lady off towards another part of the store.Julie looked great, and sheâd followed my instructions almost to the letter. I hadnât been too specific when I told her how to dress for dinner, but Iâd made it clear as to what I wanted. She was wearing a black silk blouse, buttoned up the front and cut low around the neck, with a black skirt slit up the back and black silk stockings that showed off her legs. Her small feet were tucked into black heels, giving her another inch or two on me. She wore pearl earrings and a small pearl necklace around her neck, and her hair was wrapped up, away from her neck.âWow,â I said, and she smiled, blushing. She looked down at her feet, dropped her hands to mine. âI didnât want to come back.ââYou didnât have a choice, Julie.â She held my hands and looked me back in the eye.âI know. This afternoon, when I was shopping for you, I realized youâŚI donât know. I donât know what you did, butâŚâ she paused, then whispered. âBut I liked it.âI smiled, and my dick twitched. âShall we go?â I said.âWhere are we going?âI smiled again. âDinner, but âwhereâ is a surprise. Youâll find out when we get there.âWe walked outside, past more employees who all seemed to raise their eyebrows at us. I waved goodnight and ushered Julie towards my car. I unlocked Julieâs door, and shut it after she slipped inside. I walked around to the driversâ side, opened the door, and sat down. Julie had a large black bag in her lap as I turned on the ignition.âUh-uh.â I grabbed the bag, set it in the back seat. âWhatâs in there?âJulie wasnât the only person whoâd gone shopping that afternoon. âThatâs for later. But I promise, itâs something you wonât expect.ââOkay,â she smiled. âFor later.âI grinned and pulled out of the lot, headed for the freeway. Julie snuggled against my shoulder as I drove. I felt her hand rub my leg, slide up to my crotch.âAre you sure you really want to wake that back up?â She grinned at me, and her hand cupped my crotch. My dick hardened against her hand, the tip popping out of top of my jeans. Julie gave a surprised little gasp.âI want to see it again,â she said. âReally see it this time.ââOkayâ. I wiggled to give her a bit more room, and she unbuttoned my jeans, tried to yank my underpants down. I lifted my ass off the seat and she slid my pants down my thighs. My dick flopped out, rested on my underwear. She wrapped her hand around the tip and slid it slowly all the way down, started stroking me gently.âItâs so big. I canât believe you got it all inside me.ââDid you like it?âInstead of answering, she just smiled and went down on me. Driving while someone gives you head isnât an easy thing. I did my best not to slam my foot on the gas when she popped my dick in her mouth, and tried desperately not to swerve from lane to lane as she slurped and sucked away on me. I held on to the steering wheel with both hands, and enjoyed the ride.By the time we reached the restaurant it was about seven-thirty, and dark. Weâd driven out of the city, way out into the sticks. Julieâs head popped up as I pulled into a gravel parking lot and stopped. She looked around, one hand still cupping my balls, the other still holding onto my penis. She tried to orient herself, stared at the sign at the edge of the parking lot. âWhere are we?âIâd found this place a year or two before, by accident, when Jennifer and I had been up skiing for a weekend. On our way back to town, weâd stopped here for a bite to eat. It was the only place around for miles, and I figured there wouldnât be many people here during a weeknight. There were only a couple other cars in the lot, along with a few old, beat up trucks and two nice Harley Davidson motorcycles. The sign by the road read: THE BLACK BEAR RESTAURANT AND BAR.I pulled my pants up over my dick, still at attention, then turned and pulled the bag out of the back seat. I looked at Julie. âReady to find out what I got for you today?âShe stared at me, then at the restaurant. Sheâd expected something a little ritzier, after having been made to dress up for the evening, not a redneck dump. I rooted around in the bag. âWell?âBarb smacked her gum and trailed her finger across the song selections taped to the front of the jukebox. âCanât believe I came in tonight,â she muttered, punching a button. She just knew she shouldaâ called in sick tonight. The tips on the weekends made up for weeknights like this. But tonight was just slowerân slow. Out of the six regulars in the bar, only Mike and Chet had ordered any food, just a couple aâ burgers, and theyâd eaten at the bar, so Jimmy took their orders. Two Hells Angels lookinâ guys had showed up around the start of her shift, but theyâd set up house by the pool table and had just been shootinâ pool, smokinâ and guzzlinâ beer and whiskey since then. Oh my achy-breaky heart, she thought, tapping the top of the jukebox with her fingernail in time to the tune. I could be home watching that movie Iâve been meaninâ to see, the one with that guy from one movie a couplâa years ago, who kidnaps that cute girl from that other movie, and they both steal a red corvette and cruise down to Mexico somewhere with the sheriff, that old guy from that TV show, chasinâ âem, hot on their tails. Barb just knew it was called something like âThunderstrikeâ, and itâd been over there, by the popcorn, the last time sheâd been in. Sheâd spent a good half hour out of her morning, walking up and down the aisles of the local video store, trying to find the video box after that stupid clerk, the one who was always busy checking out her ass, couldnât help her. Half-an-hour later, she finally found the box in some section called âSo Dumb You Should Give It A Shot Anywayâ, and, whoops, it was called âTurbo Steelâ, not âThunderstrikeâ.The clerk shouldâve known though, âcause that was his job, right? She brought the box and the movie up to the stupid teenager at the counter and, helpfully, mentioned that the movie was in the wrong section, and maybe they should move it to the Critics Picks area, âcause everybody would want to see it, yâknow?But, no here she was, stuck at work, with the regulars who snuck away from their wives for few hours sittinâ at the bar with their eyes glued to the big screen TV showinâ some dumn baseball game, and nuthinâ but the jukebox and the freaky biker guys to give her company. Barb hated nights like this. So she plugged another quarter in the jukebox and chose the same song sheâd just played a second ago. Jimmy stared at her from behind the counter. âHey Barb, weâre tryinâ to watch a game here. Can ya clean up a little, maybe?âShe shrugged and walked to the counter, crunching through the peanut shells strewn over the floor. âSure, Jimmy. Whatever.â She had the broom in her hands and was reaching for the dustpan when the door opened and a couple stepped inside. Barb couldâve sworn she heard the jukebox screeching to a stop as all eyes turned to check out the new folks. Wow, she thought as she sized up the guy. He was tall, with broad shoulders, kinda cute too, the sorta guy she used to dream about meeting and running away with. Barb thought that he was definitely a city boy out slumming, dressed up in a heavy black sweater and jeans. The guy looked around the room, at everybody, taking everything in. When he saw Barb, he smiled. She smacked her gum and smiled back, wondering if heâd be worth flirting with. Then she noticed he was holding something in his hand. What was...was that a chain? Barb looked at the woman for the first time, decked out like she was out for a night on the town, except...wait a minute...what the hell was she wearing? Some sorta mask? And was that a...a leash tied to her neck?Who the fuck were these weirdos?The guy gave the leash a little jerk and walked over to a table in the middle of the room, pulling the woman along with him. Everybody in the restaurant watched as he held a chair for her, then casually sat down himself, setting the leash down on the table. What freaky shit was this? Barb looked at Jimmy, who handed her a couple menus and gave her a shrug like, âwhat the fuck? You got customers. Go be a waitress for the bondage queen.âBarb snatched the menus from Jimmy. The two mexican guys that did the cooking and the dishes, checking to see why everything had gotten so quiet, peered over the kitchen window. In Barbâs head, she called them both Pedro, since she could never remember their names. Definitely shouldâa stayed home. Everybodyâs a weirdo tonight, she thought, and went to take her first and only order of the night. I gave Julieâs leash a little tug when we walked inside the restaurant. I hadnât been here in a while, and I wanted to check the place out before we sat down. Everything looked about like I remembered. Everything was built from or covered knotty pine, the walls, the ceiling, the bar, the tables and chairs. The place looked like it whistled during a good wind. A couple of biker types played pool off to the right, towards the back of the restaurant. Straight ahead, the floor was full of tables that would be cleared away on the weekends to make space for the house band. A dry-erase board set on an easel by the stage read: This Saturday, back by popular demand - Little Chubby and the Tomahawks! in neon-pink letters. No Little Chubby tonight though; the stage was empty. There were few guys nursing beers at the bar, who had been watching a baseball game until Julie and I walked in. Another guy behind the bar, and an old sexpot waitress over by the jukebox, a couple hispanic faces staring out from the kitchen at us. Actually, suddenly everybody was staring at us. Maybe only twelve other people here with us, and almost all of them were drinking. Good. Iâd slowly realized that it was much easier to control anyone who had consumed any - even tiny - amounts of alcohol or certain drugs. I immediately radiated a low wave of control through all the men. I didnât want anything getting out of hand before I was ready. I wanted to enjoy this. I led Julie to a table where I could watch the entire room and made a show of seating her. While we were sitting in the car, Iâd fitted Julie with a couple extra touches for her outfit. Her wrists were bound in front of her body by a pair of special handcuffs made out of thick, padded leather, and she wore a specially made black leather bondage mask with a leather handle running from the neckline up and over the top of her head and another handle over where each of her ears would be. The masks eyes were open, so she could see, and the mouth was open with a red ball gag strapped into place. The mask had a flap that zipped down the back of her head, and the leash attatched to a leather collar that buckled tightly around her neck, with a slipnot for added control with the leash. There was no opening for her nose, so if the mouth and eye slits were closed, Julie would have to struggle to breath. When I found the mask this afternoon, I thought of Julie wearing it, and my dick almost popped out of my pants in the store. The owner of the store told me he made them himself, and I bought all four of the masks the guy had on hand. He threw in four pairs of the handcuffs at half-price, plus a few other assorted goodies, and told me to come back soon.The waitress hesitantly came to our table with our menus, trying hard not to stare at Julie. She popped her gum nervously, and cocked her hip at me, trying to be cute. She had on a pink uniform, unbuttoned low at the top. A pink pushup bra almost shoved her tits out of the blouse. A tight mini-skirt covered her nylons, and her heels were so high she had to shuffle through the peanut shells covering the floor. Tiny pink balls hung, dangling, from her ears. She mustâve been in her forties, trashy and had seen some better days, but she didnât wear a ton of makeup, and couldâve been pretty, once. âHowdy there folks. Can I getâcha somethinâ to drink?â She tried to ignore Julie and gave me her full on waitress smile. I smiled right back at her and took a menu. âNo thanks, um...â I stared at her chest, reading her nametag. Her cleavage had a fake-and-bake tan, and I caught a whiff of her perfume over the smell of grease coming from the kitchen. âBarb. I think weâd just like to orderâShe grinned at me like she wondered how I knew her name, and popped her gum flirtasiously at me. âOh, okay,â she grabbed her pad and a pen. âThen what can I getcha to eat, Hon?âAs shocked as she looked initally, Barb seemed to be taking this pretty well. I looked through the menu as she snuck glances at Julie, who sat quietly. âI think weâll have the sirloin steak, medium rare, with fries, and a salad with ranch.âBarb scribbled away on her pad. âAnything to drink with that, Hon?ââJust water.ââHow about for the, uh, lady?âI gave her my best smile, felt my head tingling. âThatâs all.ââThatâs it?ââYep.ââOh. Okay. Coming up.â Barb took my menu, and with a backwards glance at Julie, and watched her shuffle off to place our order. While we waited, I removed Julieâs gag and set it on the table. I held her cuffed hands, and we made small talk while the rednecks and bikers stared at us like we were green and just dropped out of the sky. Nobody bothered to pay any attention to the game anymore. Barb brought out the salad and my water, and I picked up Julieâs chain again and pulled her to the ground. She kneeled next to me, like a dog, with her hands held up like paws.âDoes my girl want a bite to eat?â I asked.Julie shook her head enthusiastically, panting like a puppy. I fed her a scrap of salad, and she snapped at the lettuce with her teeth. I let it fall to the floor, and Julie jumped on it, sniffing at it. The rednecks stared in disbelief. I smiled and ate my salad while Julie panted for more. Oh, jeez, I canât believe this. Barb watched the nice-looking guy feed the woman scraps of his meal while she begged like a dog at his knee. It looked like they were almost done. Good. Barb shook her head. I canât wait to get home tonight, she thought, and walked over to the table to give them the check.âCan I get yâall anything else?â she slapped the receipt on the table.The guy sat back and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He pulled out a couple of twenties from his pocket, and set them on the check.âYeah, maybe some dessert.â He looked down at the woman, who panted excitedly, making her titties bounce up and down, then at everybody watching. He patted the womans head. âWhat do yâall think about dessert?â Barb snatched the money from the table as the guy stood up right next to her, smiling. Freaky.The guy grabbed the handle on the womans mask and pulled her up to her feet. Barb noticed how tall the woman was now, standing next to her. God Almighty, her tits were huge! Biggerân mine even, Barb thought.Then the guy yanked her head down hard and pulled her over onto the table. He pulled her hands over her head and tied them to the leg of the heavy pine table using the chain from the leash. It happened so fast, Barb didnât think the woman even knew what happened. One second she was standing, the next her ass was hanging off the edge the table, her feet kicking around in the air. The guy shoved the red ball back in the womans mouth and buckled it around her head. Barb started to back up, back towards the jukebox, clutching her money.The guy ripped open the womans nice blouse, and slapped her tits hard. She squealed in shocked pain. Her boobs jiggled in her bra, and he pulled the bra up as far as it would go, grabbing her tits. He squeezed them, and Barb heard the woman moan, watched her squirm, trying to get some leverage, her high heels scraping along the floor. Barbs butt bumped against the jukebox as the guy was pulling the womans skirt over her hips. He ran his hands over her stomach and rubbed her crotch. âWhat do ya think, guys?â He looked around at the bikers and yanked the womans panties away from her crotch, showing everyone her pussy. âHow âbout some dessert?ââHell yeah!â The bikers dropped their pool cues and almost ran to where the woman was tied with her legs spread-eagled, the man rubbing at her pussy. One of the two, the biker with the beard, pushed in-between the womans legs and whipped out his dick. The other one, the bald guy, started chewing - chewing! - on the womans tit while he jacked off. The guy with the beard pulled the womans panties away from her pussy, shoved his dick inside her and started fucking her, grunting.
He reminded Barb of a dog she used to have as a little girl, when it would go into heat and fuck the neighbors dog. Then the other guys at the bar surrounded the woman, all of âem unzipping their pants, Chet was already stroking his cock, waiting his turn behind the biker, the woman crying out from the pounding of the cock in her pussy. Mike went after her other tit, squeezing and biting it. One of the other guys, Phil, started rubbing his cock around on the womans face, slapping her with it.Omigawd, Omigawd, where was Jimmy, she thought. Heâll stop this, heâll...But then Jimmy walked by her to the front doors, turning off the open signs as he went. Jimmy locked both the doors and turned around, twirling the keys on his fingers rubbing at his crotch with his other hand.Holy shit, he just locked us in.Barb started to panic. Theyâd all gone crazy, and theyâd come after her next, no way they wouldnât. She felt a hysterical giggle bubble out of her mouth. She watched the guy standing there as her customers fucked his woman, and he turned towards her at the sound of the giggle. He smiled at her again, and her insides froze. Omigawd! I gotta get out of here, gotta get out...!Barb felt cool air blow her way from the kitchen.The back door! Those two spics musta been out smokinâ a joint and left the kitchen door open again! I can get out, I... Barb glanced back towards the gang rape. The guy was walking around the table, taking his time, still smiling at her, and she bolted behind the counter into the kitchen, shuffling as fast as he high heels would let her.Barb rounded the kitchen corner, praying, oh please, oh please, oh please be open. The door was just after the stove right next to the big metal âfridge, and it was wide open. Both the Pedroâs stood just inside, passing a joint back and forth. Omigawd! Barb thought again. I can make it! I can make it to my car and Iâm outta here and Iâm never fucking coming back.One of the Pedroâs pointed at her shuffling their way. âWhere you goinâ, Barb?âBarb almost fell over. She didnât think these two could even speak english, and one of âem knew her name? She heard the guy following her into the kitchen, and thought, theyâll let me through, Pedro knows my name, theyâll help me...She started for the door again. âTheyâre raping her out there...please, please Pedro, I gotta get out of here...âThe Pedroâs both stopped passing the joint, and glared at her. âWhat the fuck did you just call me, Bitch?â Oh, no, whatâd I say...The Pedro grabbed her by the hair and spun her, slamming her up against the wall. The two of them grabbed her arms and spread them out, pushing themselves into her and pinning her against the wall. âP-P-Pedro..., please,â she stuttered. âPlease let me go.ââWhatâd you say?â He stuck his face into hers and raised his hand.âPlease, P-Pedro...âHe slapped her across the face, hard. Barb screamed. âMY NAME IS JOSE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!â Jose pulled her head back by her hair and slapped her again. âNow Bitch, whatâs my name?ââJo-Jose...ââAnd whatâs his name?ââI donât know, I donât know...âHe slapped her again. âHis name isnât Pedro either, Bitch. Whatâs his name?âI CANâT REMEMBER! Barb screamed to herself. Why canât I remember their names? Oh god...oh god...Jose punched her in the stomach, hard. This time, as Barb struggled to get her breath back, there was another voice.âDoesnât look like they like you much right now, Barb.â Barb squinted through her tears as the guy slowly walked up to them. She watched him casually pick up a butcher knife from the counter. He stopped right in front of the trio, and looked at them happily, tossing the knife back and forth in his hands. âI got Joseâs name, but what is yours, buddy?ââFreddy.âShit, Freddy, Barb thought. Why couldnât I remember Freddy? What the fuckâs wrong with me? Hysterically, Barb thought about kicking the guy in the balls, and he turned his attention back to her. âI donât think that would be a very good idea, Barb.â Jose and Freddy both wrapped their legs around hers, spreading them apart. She pushed and pulled against them, But she didnât have any leverage now, and they held tight. The guy grabbed her face and squeezed until fresh tears dripped down her cheeks. âOwwww,â she moaned.âPoor Barb. You thought you were going to away, didnât you?â He looked at the spics. âFellas, I think we should have a little fun here for a while, then maybe you two can take her home and keep her for some laughs. Your own personal fuck doll. What do you guys think?âJose slapped her again. âSounds fucking good to me, man.â Freddy leered at her as the guy grabbed the front of her blouse. He stuck the tip of the butcher knife under the bottom button and ripped it up towards her face. Barb screamed again, and he yanked the blouse all the way open. âAhhh, nice bra Barb. Lacy. Very sexy. But I think the three of us want to see some tit meat.â He slid the knife under her bra and cut through the thin strip of material between her breasts. Barbâs tits flopped out as all the support from her bra dissappeared. âA little saggy, but beggars canât be choosers. Dig in boys!âThe spics each grabbed a tit with their free hands and started squeezing. they were both short enough that her breasts came right up to their mouths. Jose started to suck on his tit. Barb threw her head back and screamed, writhing her hips against their legs, trying to pull herself away, but the guy grabbed her throat, slamming her back into the wall again, and he squeezed until she couldnât breathe. He ran the tip of the knife across her cheek. âAh, ah, ah, Barb. Not till Iâve had my fun.â He let go of her neck and pulled up her skirt, then ran his hand down to her crotch, bunching up her nylons and panties in his fist. âLetâs see what treats youâre hiding down here.â He pulled the material out and shoved the knife through, cutting a hole from the top of her nylons down to her pussy. Then he grabbed the material with both hands and yanked. Barb heard the tearing sound, and felt cold air wash over her exposed pubic hair and her ass. Then he stepped back a little and dropped the knife back on the counter. Barb watched in terrified fascination as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his knees. When he stood up, she gasped at the size of the dick sticking out towards her. âShit dude! Check it out!â Jose and Freddy both let go of her tits and stared at the guys dick too. Freddy slapped her face some more. âThatâs gonna hurt, I bet, huh Bitch?âThe guy stepped back in, pressing himself against her, and cupped his hands around her ass, sliding them underneath her legs, picking her up. He slid her up against the wall until her pussy was almost even with his chest, then let her settle slowly back down, until Barb felt the tip of his penis poking around against her ass and her pussy. She felt him bend his knees a little, and felt the tip of his dick wedge into her asshole. âNo no no no no no...â Barb shook her head frantically, her eyes wide and pleading, tears running in fresh streams down her face. He smiled back at her, and she felt her ass slipping through his hands, felt his dick pushing into her asshole. And then he dropped her.Barb made a sound like sheâd been hit in the stomach with a baseball bat. And the spics were laughing. Then she started to scream as the guy bounced her up and down on his legs, pounding his dick into her asshole while the other two played with her tits.âDoes that hurt, Bitch?â Barb heard Jose taunting her over her screams. She felt like she was being torn in two, and even though she screamed until she was hoarse, the guy just fucked her harder, and Freddy slapped her ass each time it bounced off the guys legs.And then he stopped, pulled her away from the wall and dropped her on her back onto the floor. His dick came out of her with a wet pop, covered in her shit and blood. Barb cracked her head on the concrete, and then all three of them were on top of her. The guy spread her legs apart, shoved the tip of his dick into her pussy, and ripped into her. She felt his hips smack her ass as he drove himself into her cunt. Her body jerked and heaved underneath him, bucking like crazy, forcing him even deeper, and he moaned with pleasure.âI think we should shut this Bitch up, right Freddy?â Jose pulled out his dick and smacked it on her face. âWe ainât fucked a bitch for fun in a long time.ââOh yeah!â Freddy grabbed and squeezed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, squeezing her painfully hard to keep her from biting down as Jose shoved his cock into her mouth. Barb gurgled and thrashed harder as Jose pushed it all the way in and started fucking her face.The guy looked at Freddy. âYou want some of this too?ââFuckinâ A, dude!ââStop for a second, Jose, and Freddy, you lie down. Yeah, right there.â The guy grabbed Barbâs legs and pulled his dick out of her pussy, then flipped her over on top of Freddy. He grabbed her ass and pulled her up to her knees, forced her hips down onto Freddyâs swollen cock, then pushed his penis back into her ass. âHold her jaw so she doesnât bite your dick.â Jose cupped Barbâs chin with one hand, stuck two fingers in her nose with the other and pulled hard, forcing her mouth back open as the guy shoved his dick all the way up into her ass. Barb screamed again, her body twitching uncontrollably.Jose grabbed the butcher knife and pressed the tip against Barbâs throat. âBitch bites me and sheâs dead. Right Bitch? Youâre gonna suck me good now, you fucking old whore.â He grabbed her hair, pulling her against him as he slammed his hips against her face, while Freddy squeezed and chewed on her tits. The guy fucking her asshole slapped her butt in time to his thrusts. Barbâs screams turned into a muffled gurgle.âOhh, fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â Jose thrust faster and jerked to a stop, his dick buried up to the balls. Barb couldnât breath. The pain in her ass and her pussy was all but forgotten from the lack of oxygen. She felt Joseâs stomach smack against her face, felt a warm, sticky stream of cum spray down her throat, and she choked, snorting Joseâs cum out her nose, against his thighs and over Freddyâs chest. He thrust again, spewing more cum into her mouth and her throat. Barb clutched frantically at Joseâs legs, choking, and blacked out.Jose fell back against the wall, laughing. âFreddy! The Bitch just shot my cum out her nose, dude! Never seen any shit like that before!âFreddy hadnât even noticed. He was too busy pounding his dick up into the Bitchâs pussy. Heâd grabbed Barbâs ass cheeks with both hands and he held them spread apart, helping the other guy fuck her even harder. The dude had his hands wrapped up in what was left of Barbâs bra, and was using it like a bridle on a horse. Barbâs face smashed into the floor, turned facing Jose, her arms unable to support her weight anymore. He watched Barbâs eyes roll back into her skull and her fingers twitch spasmodically, with her tits smashed against Freddyâs chest and her ass cheeks rippling in waves from the pounding of the guys fucking her. Barb coughed, choked and spit, trying to breathe around the drool and cum oozing out of her mouth. Dark, brownish blood ran out of her ass and mingled with more blood from her pussy, trickled down the insides of her legs. Damn, Jose thought. That was the best fuck Iâve had in a long time. And I never even got near Barbâs pussy. Shitâs probâly stretched so far out from that guys dick, itâd be like swimminâ anyway. Jose tossed the knife back onto the counter and stood up, pulling his pants back up. The guy was slamming himself into Barbâs ass now, one hand grabbing a fistfull of her hair and the other still holding onto her bra. He let out a loud grunt and pulled out of her ass. Jose watched as the guys ball sack, big around as a tennis ball, contract, sending a thick spray of cum down the length of Barbâs back. He ground his dick against her ass again, and another stream squirted out, then another. Like a fucking firehose, this dude. Jose shook his head. Wish I could cum like that. Bet this guy gets ass all the fuckinâ time, with a dick like that. The guy smacked his dick against Barbâs ass cheek, then he backed away. Freddy rolled Barb over onto her back, not even noticing all the cum dripping all over her, and started fucking her hard, his face all scrunched up. Jose laughed again. Heâd forgotten how stupid Freddy looked when he was fucking a chick.âI donât think you two should stay around here after this.â The guy was wiping shit and blood off his dick with a kitchen towel. âYeah, youâre probâly right.â Jose ignored the fuck sounds Freddy was making now. âWhat âbout you though, Braâ? I mean, we almost fucked this old bitch to death, yâknow? Look at all that shit.â Blood had pooled around Barbâs ass and coated the inside of her legs. Jose nodded to the knife on the counter. âSheâs pretty fucked up. Freddy and I could just put her out of her misery, and you wouldnât have to worry about nothinâ.â Jose paused, deciding how much to tell this guy. âWeâve done shit like this before. Thatâs why weâre up here, workinâ in this shithole, for no money. We blew outta L.A. âcause of heat over some dead bitches. But we could fix it so nobody ever found this one.ââI told you you could keep her for a fuck toy when we were finished. I didnât say you should kill her.â The guy looked at Jose, and suddenly the hair on the back of his head stood up, and his arms tingled. It took everything Jose had not to just run out of there while the guy was busy buckling up his pants. âYou two get her out of here, take her to a hospital, knife her, do whatever you want with her. But you need to get moving, because the owner probably wonât be too happy after I leave. And I definitely wonât be happy if the cops ever find her. Got it?ââGot it.âJulie heard the screams, muffled, through her mask and over the sounds of the guys gang-banging her. Matt mustâve got her, she thought. Sounded like she wasnât having such a good time. Julie wasnât either now, really. Although the sex hadnât started out badly. After a few minutes sheâd started to get into it. Being tied down and getting fucked by a bunch of strangers was one of her oldest, dirtiest fantasies. Just like that afternoon, when Matt had fucked her at the counter, sheâd fantasized about him screwing her at his store for a couple months now. But now, after the third or fourth guy, sheâd started to get sore, her arms ached and entire body was cramping up. She thought the guys had finished with her, but then somebody had come back for seconds, and wasnât being as quick about it this time. Whoever it was had wrapped her legs around his ass and was lying on top of her. Julieâs butt and lower back was hanging off the table, and she was supporting both of their weight with her wrists. Sharp bursts of pain ran down her arms as he squeezed her thighs tight against his fat gut. âFuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck...â She felt him pumping faster. He let go of her legs grabbed the ear handles on her mask and fucked her with quick, hard thrusts, banging the back of her head into the tabletop. She tried to imagine that it was Matt, fucking her with that huge, hot dick, and she felt new moisture seep from her pussy. The guy fucking her thought he must be doing something right, and started to bite her shoulder as he came. âAAAAAHHHH FUUUUCK!!!â Another quick thrust, and he was finished. Julie felt the weight ease off her, felt her feet hit the floor. Then someone grabbed her wrists, and was pulling her off the table, and she saw Mattâs face smiling at her. Her legs were shaking badly, and she pressed her trembling body against him, let him hold her up.âYou finished guys?â she heard a low mumble from the guys who had fucked her. Matt picked her up and carried her to the door. She tucked her head under his chin and wrapped her arms around his neck. She heard the click of the lock as someone let them out. âThanks Jimmy. Iâll be back again sometime soon to finish our conversation.âWhat conversation? Julie thought.âYou bet, Buddy.âJulie heard the roar of a motorcycle as Matt eased her into the front seat of his car. She heard somebody calling his name as he shut the door. âYoâ Matt, weâll see ya âround!â It was a little after midnight when I carried Julie into my bedroom. Sheâd fallen asleep as soon as I started the car, and slept the entire trip home, and could barely stand up when I let her out of the car. I picked her up and carried her out of the garage, into my house, and carefully laid her on the bed. Most of the clothes she wore when we went to dinner were still at the restaurant, torn into rags with the eagerness of the guys to fuck her, but she was still wearing her mask, and she would from now on when were together. I took off the rest of her clothes, locked her leash to the headboard, undressed myself and climbed into bed. She snuggled against me, brushed the leather mask against my chin. I wrapped my arms around her, and listened to the soft, steady breathing of my first slave, thinking about the contacts Iâd made tonight. Before I fell asleep, I realized that I needed a vacation. More to come...
