Coeds European Road Trip Nightmare

The expanse of the Eastern Europe as it rolls forever onwards has that hypnotic effect. Crest after crest reveals nothing but harsh hot plains brilliant with corn like a sea of gold. The eyes have no reference and your heart sets its sights on a new hill and that expected vista of civilization only to be disappointed over and over. Soldiers of Hitler's Germany spoke of the soul sucking sensation; their minds driven towards insanity as day after day of barrenness filed them with foreboding. They had a sense of slowly slipping into an awful vastness from which they could not return. On this occasion the dust billowing sedan might not have been invading Russia but for the young woman at the wheel the last two days had seemed like a military campaign.

Diora turned on the wipers again and they uselessly screeched against the hot dry screen.

"It's making it worse not better," muttered her friend as the young red head tried to clear her view from hours of dust. They'd left Warsaw earlier that week and only a month into their European expedition had realised that a road trip had it limitations.

"Did you measure how far Moscow is from Warsaw?" Asked the less opinionated girl in the back seat.

Diora gave a chuckle "well it didn't look that far." But her friends weren't laughing.

"We're not even out of Poland yet are we?" Asked Cassandra flicking through the map. Keeley the back seat babe looked at the driver waiting for an answer. Diora obliged shrugging her shoulders. "Who knows?" They all burst out laughing Cassandra adding, "well, certainly not you honey," then playfully threw the map at her driving friend.

The last two hundred miles or so had been on increasingly rougher roads and as they passed cattle herders and occasional gas station they' d been reassured by nodding locals that "Russia was that a way." But it would have been nice to see something different, a river or a forest or even a large hill.

Diora continued to placate her friends." We had fun last night didn't we? "

They both looked dismissive, sexy eyebrows raised in incredulity.

"What you disagree?" Diora replied acting surprised hands twisting the wheel on the potted road." We had a great place to sleep."

Cassandra answered for both. "Diora, it was a barn."

"So?" She continued a smile on her face.

"It had goats in it," added Keeley.

"So?" was her response again and her friends just gave up the debate. All three were college grads fresh from finals and enjoying the last weeks of freedom before the realities of jobs and futures kicked in. However some had more of an adventures side than others.

"Well you had an admirer," Diora added looking at her blonde statuses buddy sat next to her. "I thought you were looking for some romance?"

Cassandra used the same deadpan voice.

"Dee, he was about 90."

Cassandra had not one single spot of blemish on her lightly bronzed skin. Her deep blue eyes smiled at her friend's sarcasms her sculpted face surrounded by a long, straight mane of hair the exact same shade as honey. She then blushed a little looking down at her blouse top.

"And he acted like he'd never seen breast before."

Trying to escape from her white blouse covering her perfect body was a pair of the most succulent breast imaginable. It is as though they were born of the mind of horny schoolboys, firm and globe shaped. She crossed her long thorough bred legs her tight grey skirt riding higher her feet in sweet white heeled sandals.

Diora shook her head amused at her friends preening, "well if you dress like some school mistress on heat what do you expect?" Cassy looked over her round wire spectacles in teacher mimic as if to say. "what do you mean?"

They'd been friends a long time and sometimes Cassandra's innocent but sexy approach kind of grated on her driving friend. Diora's was far more down to earth, lightly freckled face giving her the image of the fiery girl next door in some Western movies of days gone by. Not that she wasn't hot; with a lean, and somewhat curvaceous figure with gravity defying 38 DD bosoms. A great cascade of the most crimson, strawberry red hair framed her upturned nose, high cheekbones and light green eyes. That burning hair today matching the gaudy pink heart shaped sunglasses, which she was using to hold back the glare of the sun.

"What do you think?" Diora asked glancing over her shoulder to her rear-seated friend. "Is Cassy a tart or what?" Her blonde friend gave her a playful slap adding," hey...don't answer that Keeley."

The quiet girl sat in the rear grinned then replied tactfully," Oh I wouldn't want to say." Diora instantly replying with a belly laugh." Thank you! You just have honey, you just have."

Keeley spoke with a sweet English accent reminiscent of actresses and starlets of the golden age of Hollywood. An exchange student on her final year she been taken under the wing of this sassy pair of American college idols. And why not, as this buxom English rose was a match in every way for her transatlantic friends. Her long straight locks framed her high cheekbones and her nose arced upwards in a perfect way accenting her image of class. Her tiny waist accentuated her hips in the tight black bodice, firm, round, natural breast were held firmly inside by her black 36 DD's brassiere. This trio of college friends certainly fitted if not deserved their sarcastic school nickname as the 3 double dee's.

Sat long legs crossed her sensible black heeled shoes tapping a tune as she enjoyed the adventure Keeley beautiful mascara eyes looked wicked and indulgent. But it was Cassandra who was looking for romance not Keeley the slightly shy girl was just happy with the world and her life the way it was.

The Brit babe suddenly changed the conversation. "Look! What's that ahead."

As the car slowed the girls could see a donkey limping at the side of the road its rickety trolley still attached.

"Oh my, the poor thing." Diora gasped slowing to a halt. The beast snorted and seemed to be slowly going around in lame circles. But luckily it had no load to haul in its pathetic circular journey.

"Where's its owner?" Cassandra added straining her eyes on the flat horizon for the answer.

"Must have gone to get help?" Keeley suggested. Diora shook her head. "I doubt there any vets near by." Then the designated driver for the day wound up the widow putting her heeled boot on the gas. "Come on lets leave it alone."

The three babes sat in silence for the next ten minutes unhappy with their decision but knowing they could do nothing. Keeley was about to raise the question of its owner again when they saw a figure ahead in the road. As the car neared and passed they could see it was a young man his chest bare his biceps straining as he hauled a long box. He looked up for a second his handsome face contorted in effort his brow awash as he tugged the connecting rope, dragging the bizarre load along the road.

"Oh heavens that's him, It's his donkey." Keeley said eyes blinking watching his big strong torso disappear behind them in a cloud of car dust.

"That box he was pulling," Cassandra added hand to mouth, "it looked like a coffin."

Diora slowed looking over her shoulder. "The cart, the donkey, the poor man what's he doing?" She decided to turn around and pull up to the straining figure

"He must have taken hours to get this far." Cassandra surmised as he stopped hand on hips panting looking at the stationary vehicle. Keeley peered out at his pine box Diora adding. "Yep that's a coffin alright."

The bouffant redhead stepped out of the car. Her sexy shorts wearing legs finished in heeled cowgirl boots and those wonderfully mummeries were barely held in place by a pink tee shirt with the logo of the Miami Dolphins. Her heart shape sunglasses protected her from the mid day glare and she looked at the muscled and hairy chest man through a pink haze.

"Hi. Are you ok?" She asked.

He smiled as he tried to catch his breath. "Yes... yes thank you."

Cassandra had also stepped out her long legs struggling to remain dignified in the short grey skirt as she exited the door. Her white blouse added to the college lecturer look. Her big blue eyes twinkling though the appropriate round spectacles. And on seeing his discomfort added. "I don't mean to be rude but it doesn't look that way."

He nodded then shrugged his shoulders adding. "No... no you are correct."

Keeley whispered from the window to Cassandra but the young man heard her and replied.

"It's my sister," he said without showing emotion." She died two days ago."

Then he looked back up the road raising his hands in some type of question to heaven.

"Yes we saw your cart and donkey." Diora said sympathetically. He nodded trying to find the word for it. "Lame," the girls answered. "Yes lame," he said rubbing his chiselled chin and deep, square eyes sockets. He was clearly having a bad day.

He gripped the rope again about to begin hauling.

"No." Diora said, "please stop. Look lets give you a ride."

He shook his head. "Please I insist," she replied opening the rear passenger door. "We'll take you down the road you can get a truck or something at the next village."

"Village?" He asked. Cassandra nodded. "Yeah of course you know where you're taking the er... coffin to start with."

He looked ahead as if he could see this promised hamlet." Oh yes the village;" he said, looking back at his precious cargo, but still unsure.

"Please," Diora added wanting to make up for their failure to help his poor donkey.

"Yes I see," he finally said realising he was not getting anywhere soon," very well I accept. You are very kind."

He pulled on his t-shirt straining his forearms stiffening his biceps and Cassandra and Diora gave each other a slight raise of eyebrow. Then picking up a satchel resting on the coffin he sat in the back seat his big bulk making Keeley slide towards the door a look of surprise on her face. Diora took a last look at the pale long box the scar of its passage stretching back down the travelled highway.

"See you later sis," she said quietly and solemnly, and then got back in her seat.

As the car sped off and the desolate silence of the plains flowed back a faint noise of exhausted scratching could be heard from sister's battered abandoned box.

Back in the car Cassandra had turned her body to face backwards skirt riding up knees flashing as she conversed with their new found friend. Diora's eyes flicked to the mirror then back to the road, as she felt a little jealous of her friends. Keeley after her original shock now sat curling her hair with her finger nodding and acting with interest as the young man spoke.

The man was typical east European stock. Broad and dark he was over 6 foot with shaven black hair and heavy stubble. Now with his t-shirt back on his pectoral muscles strained on the fabric his arms looking like he was used to heavy backbreaking work. He nodded in polite gesture seeming a little embarrassed to be in such close proximity to three young angels.

"You are British? He asked. Keeley nodded. "Yes, but not my friends."

"Americans," Cassandra replied.

He smiled, "yes of course very pretty girls in America." And Cassandra gave an appreciative nod. "Why thank you sir. You Europeans are so polite." He turned back to Keeley the young brunette's eyes like dark pools." My sister would have liked you." He said in a husky deep voice, "I would have like to have seen you with my sister."

Keeley corrected. "I would have like you to have seen my sister."

He did not respond just smiled in admiration of her dark massacred face.

Cassandra turned and straightened her skirt seeing the look on Diora's face and her smirk. As he laughed with Keeley she said in a hushed tone and a slight ignominy, "Well we seem to have taken his mind off things anyway."

"Are you a farmer?" Diora asked looking in her mirror. "He gave a non committal shrug keeping his eyes on Keeley and the red head gritted her teeth in annoyance. He then looked down for something.

"My tools," he said in worry. Keeley bent down picking the bag up from between her feet. "Here it is."

He seemed relieved. "Thank you I cannot work without my tools." Then added, "I am not a farmer miss," looking at Diora's eyes in the mirror. "My apologies for been rude but you see the irony is painful. I am the local undertaker."

The girls nodded and looked sadly at their brave passenger all thinking the same in unison. "The poor man having to bury his own sister, how awful."

He placed his bag on his knee and Keeley watched fascinated by this big strong man. He opened the zip and took out a long hoped piece of wire. "What's that?" She asked his hand producing a second piece. He held up both hoops.

Diora's head turned just in time to see the metal loop go over Cassandra. As it came down over her head to her chest he pulled the wire cord the hoop closing pulling her neck back flat hard against the headrest stand.

"Jesus!"

The blondes hand instantly reached up to struggle her head rigid in place her body in motion but unable to remove the bind. Diora slammed on the brakes struggling with the wheel then felt her own neck bitten by steel the firm cord tightening pulling her body back against car head rest.

The car spun to a halt both women desperately gripping their necks. In the back Keeley was scratching at the door handle as the man had ignored her vain attempt at stopping him and dealt with the front two passengers first. But now his body pressed against hers his hands gripping her wrist pulling them behind her back another wire hoop locking her wrists together before his strong hand pulled her upright.

All three girls were struggling the two in the front like dancing puppets legs kicking arms flaying to no effect. Keeley was panting still hopelessly trying to kick the door to escape. He pushed his arm into the busty girl's midriff and pinned her to the seat all the while silent and controlled. Desperate finger grappled with the wire neck binds but they couldn't untie themselves from bondage.

After five minutes of cat a hollering all the girls began to tire and slowly come down to some level of control. As they whimpered and cussed he remained silent until finally all voices had stopped.

"Good," he then said slightly releasing his pressure on Keeley seated body.

"Now behave yourselves and we will get on very well."

He removed his arm fully and Keeley remained in her seat legs tight together arms behind her back. Her chest was rising and falling as she panted.

Diora began to speak and the man interrupted. "I said be quiet. Now, American Blondie put your arms behind your seat." Cassandra shook her head the cord making this action difficult. "Get this fucking off me!"

He reached around pulling one wrist. "Do it!" he snapped and she realised she had no choice. His rear bound babe watched with a slight whimper as Cassandra's wrists were bound in wire hoop locking her fully to the car seat.

He then tapped Diora on the shoulder. "Put your hands on the wheel." She did as she was asked. His pushed forward and began to wire both wrists on the wheel until she was locked in place.

"Please," Cassandra moaned tugging at her binds a little, "we just mmfff!"

Then once again going into his bag the man pulled a tape over her mouth then as Diora gave out a desperate plea he pressed duct tape on her beautiful lips. Keeley was the only one with a degree of freedom. Both her friend where wired to the car and silenced with tape

He reached forward and turned the ignition. "Begin driving," he commanded. Diora wasn't sure what to do. "Please do as I say." He said quietly and patiently. In a few moments the vehicle began to move off again.

"You have lots of expensive things with you," he said looking at Keeley. She shook her head." No, only a rucksack each we are backpacking." The man shook his head I do not believe you."

Keeley tried to explain again. "We have nothing just a few thousand dollars. Just take the money and let us go." The man tapped his hand on the car ceiling. "This is a fine vehicle I will take this as well."

"Whatever just let us out," she begged.

There was a turning ahead to the right, an arrow straight track stretching off miles into the distance.

"Turn here," he ordered and Diora mumbled a refusal under her tape. "Do it!" he snapped. She slowed and turned looking horrified at Cassandra as the blonde beauty look back with equal anxiety.

"We drive until the railway crossing," he said." Then I will take your car and you can wait for a train. There is one every other day."

Diora shook her head again and slowed the car. He pulled himself forward gripping her under the chin. "No one is here, no one. So few people come this way I have to eek out a living covering villages nearly hundred miles away. So please don't be foolish miss."

He spoke louder, "do you all understand?" Then remained silent as slowly all three nodded. He leaned back his hand going to rub his groin as he spoke. "The journey will take a little while. There will be plenty of time for us to become friends." The two women in front moaned inside their taped mouths trying to speak. Keeley looked cow eyed at the impassive man. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a slight smile as if explaining to a child." In my country there's the hunter and the prey. You shouldn't worry yourselves so much. It is the way of the world. I only expect that you accept the situation and act in the manner befitting you."

"What manner? What situation?" She stammered.

"I have captured the prize. You must allow me the spoils."

His hands came up to the top of Keeley bodice blouse and his fingers started to unbutton her straps.

"You all have excellent breast. I wish to see them fully."

Keeley wriggled as her bodice popped hook after hook the car still motoring along her friends looking over their shoulders in mouth-taped horror.

" No stop it, you can't do that." The sexy Brit yelped her hands unable to stop him her thighs pushing her body up away hard against the door. He gave a grunt of satisfaction as the bodice parted and then gripped the edges ripping it open Keeley gasping as her breast ejected like two activated airbags.

"Aw no please, I, I..." She stammered as her perfect hard tits hung their proud and now slowly beading with sweat. Her nipples and areolas were Barbie pink the nuts looking like two teats from baby's bottles. His hands raise up to cup the pale white flesh Keeley exhaling a long gasp feeling his thumbs gyrating on her nipples like he was manipulation a gaming controller.

His hands grew firmer squeezing her flesh making her back arch her oval pouted lips release another sensation filled gasp. They then trailed down her tight waist to the top of her skirt the finger tugging at the rim. Keeley shook her head. He put a finger to her lips and nodded, "I want to see all of you," before returning to his mission.

Diora's and her two friends felt like this journey would never end. Only twenty minutes in and the cabin resembled something from a playboy party limousine. Tied in place they had no way of stopping his games. All three girls now sat with their magnificent breasts exposed. Cassandra's shirt had been carefully unbuttoned and her cupped brassiere squeezed and slowly unclipped until her bronzed firm tits bobbed as she panted and jutted on the uneven road. He carefully felt the weight caressing like fruits but was satisfied Diora's were that little bit bigger. The furious red head had continued to steer as he hooked her t-shirt over her head and jiggled her free bra-less bosoms squeezing them together telling her that all Americans had big tits, he'd seen in on TV. Diora had moaned in her taped lips, teeth gritting as he teased her big fat nipples slowly feeling her flesh harden.