Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted Ch. 05

Five Weeks Later...

The wind howled outside, sometimes even rattling the windows of the house. Remote, tucked away in wooded hills, the home's log cabin style exterior helped it blend in completely. Inside, a college girl and her boyfriend were being held captive. The hours of their captivity had turned into days, and the days into weeks...although for Ashley and her boyfriend, Brad, all sense of time had begun to blur together. For all they knew, their sadistic captor might have been keeping them for months. Time seemed to pass more slowly as their wretched imprisonment and sexual abuse dragged on...

Today was no different. Ashley and Brad were in the basement. Nothing but faded gray light peeked in through the tiny rectangular windows, and a storm was brewing outside. Ashley and Brad were naked. Each of them had an iron shackle encircling one ankle, and each captive's shackle was connected to a sturdy, metal chain that had been bolted securely into the wall. The two captives had their wrists tied tightly behind their backs.

There were no blankets, no pillows, nothing for them to lay on except the unyielding concrete floor. Now and then Brad would sit and cradle Ashley's head in his lap, or she would do the same for him. Their bodies ached not just from the constant abuse, but also from the hard surfaces on which they had to sit or lay upon. It was a never-ending, if somewhat banal hell. The truly frightening thing, though, was that although the occasional visits from their captor were something that Ashley and Brad both hated and feared, part of each of them looked forward to the visits. Sometimes a break from the monotony felt like fresh air, even if they knew it would come with a heavy price. This morning was no different.

Ashley heard a door creak open. She sat up. She and Brad exchanged a look. Footsteps echoed on the stairs leading down into the basement. Sure enough, it was Mladic. His eyes were the color of the storm gathering outside. He was wearing military fatigues again. His trim figure looked every bit the part of a soldier or mercenary. In his hands he held two bowls.

"Are my bitch and her bitch-boy hungry? Eat up, slaves." He placed the two pet bowls on the floor.

With both of them starving, Ashley and Brad knelt down and dipped their faces into the bowls. Bits of bacon fat mingled with bread crust, a few leaves of lettuce, and random pieces of fruit. It wasn't much more than table scraps, but at least it was food. The two naked captives began to hungrily lap up every last morsel.

Mladic knelt behind the two college students while they ate. Seeing these two reduced to animalistic instinct, that pleased this brutal man to no end. He placed a hand on each of his captives while they ate. His left hand went to Ashley's pussy, his fingers exploring inside her even as she hungrily tried to assuage her desperate hunger. Meanwhile, his right hand gently fondled Brad's testicles. It was a deceptive gentleness though, as if he might squeeze those fragile orbs or crush them in his fist any moment. Ashley and her boyfriend were too hungry and desperate to react to their captor's vile touch. Mladic waited patiently until the two had licked their bowls clean.

"Today is a special day, my pets. You'll see why soon enough, but for now let's proceed to one of my favorite parts of every day. You know what time it is. It's time for you two cute lovebirds to give me a morning FUCK-SHOW." This was part of the routine that Ashley and Brad were quite familiar with by now. They were docile and cooperative as Mladic arranged them as he wanted.

First, Mladic had Brad lay down face-up. Then he took a step back.

"Listen up, Ashley. Today you will ride him like a cowgirl. You'll impale your pussy like a good little fuck-toy with your hands tied. Ready? Go!"

Ashley wasted no time. The slender brunette knelt between Brad's legs. Her tongue traced a line directly from the base of his shaft to the tip. She twirled her tongue around the glans of his cock, then sucked fervently on the tip for a good 30 seconds until he was good and hard. Thanks to the crushed-up erection enhancement pills which Mladic had slipped into Brad's food, it didn't take long. With his shaft ramrod straight and stiff as a board, Ashley now had to awkwardly mount him. With her hands tied behind her back, the girl managed to straddle him and sink her pussy down onto his pulsing erection. She began a rhythm -- as much as she could, at least. With her wrists tied behind her back, she had to use her leg and hip muscles more fervently and creatively in order to slide her pussy up and down him. Brad cooperated. Despite having his own hands tied painfully tightly behind his back, Brad speared his pelvis upward, helping impale her cunt. As the two continued to fuck, Mladic turned on the mounted tripod camera and began recording.

"Yes. Let's add another hot, sexy video to my collection, slut. Ride your boyfriend's cock as if it might be the last time you do," he said with a dark chuckle. Then he stepped closer to the furiously fucking couple. He knelt behind Ashley. With a cell phone in his hand, he leaned down to take a close-up video of Ashley's cunt sliding up and down Brad's manhood. The telltale trace of fluids, combined with the fragrance of sex, soon gave all the evidence their captor needed to know that the two had started to succumb to their primal sexual instincts.

"Yes. That's good. You two slaves have become well trained indeed. Fuck, that makes my dick hard, seeing you ride him, whore. Let me join in for a bit." Ashley watched with trepidation as Mladic unbelted his pants and let them drop to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he now stepped up close to her, his iron-hard flagpole of a cock swaying before her face.

"Let's do something useful with that mouth while you fuck your helpless boyfriend."

"Yes, Master." Dutifully, Ashley opened her mouth. She cradled Mladic's cock with her tongue and began to smother the head of his dick with a true slut's zeal. As her mouth worked his cock, her cunt gripped and clung to the shaft of her tormented boyfriend. This dual-penetration went on for what seemed like forever to Ashley, but in reality might have been no more than 10 to 15 minutes. Now Mladic's cock was seesawing in and out of her mouth, her jaw rippling as she took him all in, almost completely down her throat. She was struggling to breathe. Somehow she still managed to keep humping Brad's cock. Then Mladic thrust his cock so far down her throat that she almost blacked out. She felt his pungent testicles pressed against her chin, and then he did something even crueler. He reached down and pinched her nostrils shut.

"Hold my cock down your throat, bitch. Let's see how long you can hold your breath," he growled.

Brad wanted to protest, to beg for their captor to please stop, to stop hurting her. But he knew that would be a mistake. After weeks of captivity, he was richly aware of the variety of punishments Mladic was capable of, for even the smallest infraction. To speak without being told to, unless it was to utter just those two simplest of words 'Yes, Master,' was completely forbidden. So Brad kept his mouth shut and let the tears leak from his eyes.

"UHHHH!!!!" Ashley made a desperate noise. She felt as if her lungs were about to give out. Blackness danced along the edge of her vision. Her eyes widened as she thought, 'This is it. This sick bastard is going to kill me.' Then, just as she thought her consciousness would swirl away, Mladic let up on her nose. He took a step back, and as the cock popped free of her aching jaw, she began to cough and sputter. Pre-cum dribbled down her chin, but that was the least of her worries. With a bellow of primal euphoria, Mladic aimed his excited cock and let it explode right in her face.

"UGGHH! Take it all, bitch, AHHH!!! ... and never forget that you're a worthless cum-dump, fuck-slave, and whore!"

Huge ropes and flecks of cum, like silly string from hell, now blasted across Ashley's forehead, nose, and cheeks. She had her eyes squeezed tightly shut for her own safety, but she continued to feel the hot flecks bathe her skin, and she could well imagine his cock twitching just inches from her face. Once Mladic was done coating her face, he used the last few salvos of seed to blast her supple tits. Soon those lush mounds were gleaming with copious layers of jism too, jism which continued to ever-so-slowly ooze down her beautiful chest.

As Mladic came down from his climax, happily spent, he fisted Ashley's unkempt hair -- it was no longer in the tidy ponytail she preferred -- and jerked her cum covered face upward so that she had to look at him.

"Thank your Master, bitch. Show some gratitude."

Ashley blinked rapidly as cum nearly dripped into her eyes.

"Th-thank you, Master. This slave bitch thanks you for coating her in your magnificent cum. This slave is very grateful, Sir."

Satisfied with the parroted words he wanted to hear, Mladic finally let go of her. He swept his pants up off the floor and began to walk toward the stairs. He paused, turning back.

"Today you'll fuck for two hours straight. Slack off, and you know what happens."

They did know. As he recorded them, Mladic periodically checked in on them remotely. Ashley's backside was still sore and covered in welts from the beating he had given her last week. Last week, during one of their morning 'sessions,' she and Brad had decided that she could just rest on his lap with his cock inside of her instead of pumping or gyrating. That had been a mistake, one that she -- and her ass -- had paid for dearly.

"Enjoy your sweet lovemaking, slaves. I'll be back to check on you after lunch." Mladic's footsteps receded up the stairs. Then there was the opening and slamming of a door, then silence...except for the sounds of copulation as Ashley continued to ride her boyfriend's cock.

The hours passed by with the two captives constantly fucking, trying to focus on their own pleasure and not the fact that this was being forced upon them. Looking up at his girlfriend's cum-covered face, Brad tried to give her words of comfort, to say anything that might soothe her battered soul. She did the same for him, talking to him as they fucked. Strangely enough, they found that talking while being forced to do the awful things that Mladic made them do took some of the horror out of this nightmare. It was as if, with each word of comfort they exchanged, they were somehow blunting Mladic's sadistic power over them, if only in the tiniest of ways. That, more than anything, gave them hope, or at least the will to go on. Each of them wanted to be stronger for the other. Each of them was spurred on with a renewed will to survive by seeing the valiant façade of fragile courage displayed by the one they loved.

Finally, after lunchtime, Ashley heard the door creak open again.

"I love you," she whispered to Brad. Looking at her with sorrow but also tenderness, Brad whispered back.

"I love you too."

Then the two captives fell silent, wisely so, for now Mladic was close. He walked up and watched Ashley still grinding on Brad's lap.

"Not bad, lovebirds. You've earned a good CUMMING, I think. Go ahead, lover-boy, gush inside your woman. Here, bitch, let me help you CUM too, while your boyfriend gets off."

Kneeling beside them, Mladic reached down and stroked Ashley's clit while the girl continued to fuck her boyfriend. Brad's tormented face was beaded with sweat. Soon he was tipping over the edge. He groaned a plaintive, almost agonized sound as the churning seed in his testicles shot up into the wet, warm depths of his girlfriend's pussy.

"UGGGHHH!"

At almost the exact same moment, Ashley succumbed to Mladic's touch. Her cunt convulsed and gripped hard around the cock that was fountaining its precious swimmers deep inside her. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, shuddering as the orgasm tore through her and left her mind temporarily in tatters. Gradually, as she came down from the precipice, Ashley was aware of a washcloth, slightly soapy and wet with warm water, being applied to her face, wiping off all the half-dried cum encrusted along her skin.

Mladic's touch was so tender now, the way he cleaned her with the washcloth. To Ashley, it felt so surreal. How could a man be so cruel one moment, and yet show tiny, fleeting glimpses of humanity the next? Unfortunately, she was about to get her answer -- and the fleeting glimpse of humanity was in fact nothing more than self-interest at its basest.

"Does that feel better, cunt? You like having a clean face and clean tits again?"

Ashley nodded. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Sir."

"Don't thank me yet," Mladic said with the rumble of a laugh. He stood up and pulled Ashley up to her feet beside him. Cum oozed from the girl's snatch, dropping onto her boyfriend's pubic curls and cock. She stared down at the little puddles of fluid, which included the juices from her own sex.

"You and your boyfriend made quite a mess, bitch. You really got into it. That was some real lust you and your boy-toy showed for my video. These nipples were harder than ever," he said with playfulness as he cupped the girl's tits and then pinched her nipples for good measure. She gasped as two tiny stabs of pain shot through her pink buds. "That's good. You know what, I think you and your bitch-boy's training is finally complete. That's just as well."

"Wh-what do you mean, Sir?" Ashley couldn't help it. She had forgotten to keep her mouth shut unless prompted. Mladic was so focused on sharing the 'good news' with her that he let the infraction slide.

"It's simple, bitch. I mean that you and your boyfriend's time as my guests here is OVER."

Hope leapt in Ashley's chest like a majestic whale leaping out of the ocean. "You mean...you mean you'll let us go?" She knew that it was probably foolish to hope, but she still couldn't help it. It was the one thing that she and Brad had been clinging to for these last hellish weeks -- the hope that once Mladic tired of them, he might actually let them go. The hope that Lev's earlier warning that Mladic would kill them once he was finished with them was just a cruel joke.

"Let you go?" Mladic rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I guess you could call it that. I am letting you 'go' in a sense."

Uh-oh. No, this couldn't be good. Ashley felt a sudden churning, sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.

"Please let us go, please!" she whimpered, unable to control herself. She tried to turn back to look at him, but he slapped her face from behind and told her to stand still.

"Don't get all hysterical on me, bitch. It doesn't do me any good to have my customers turned off by the merchandise."

"M-merchandise?" Ashley's horror-filled gaze met that of her boyfriend, now looking up at her.

"Yes...I was going to kill you two lovebirds, but then Lev gave me a great idea. He's got a few old friends from south of the border. Killing a sweet young pussy and her boyfriend, while fun -- and believe me, I'm a fan of making a good snuff film now and then -- is such a waste. So Lev got me thinking, why waste a good pussy and her boyfriend when I can get some cold, hard cash for my trouble? When Lev told me that Antonio and his crew would be traveling up this way on other business anyway, well, we struck a deal."

Ashley and Brad felt despair well up through their pores and fill every single vein in their bodies. No, this couldn't be happening. No, please no...!

There was a commotion upstairs. Ashley heard a cacophony of voices.

Mladic turned toward the stairs and swiveled Ashley along with him. He reached down now, his hand cupping her cum-coated cunt.

"Mmmm. This is the last time I get to fondle this cute fuck-hole. Guess I should make the most of it, eh?"

Ashley felt panic roaring through her. Her heart hammered in her chest like a straitjacket-wearing prisoner trying to bash her head against the sides of her cell.

"Please don't do this. Please, we've done everything you've asked. We've been good sex slaves," she whimpered. Ignoring her plea, Mladic began to rub her clit.

Meanwhile, the door at the top of the basement stairs slammed open with a crash. Heavy, thumping footsteps boomed as one, two, three, then five more men, then five more men after that, all came pounding down the stairs. All of them were Mexican. They had tattoos of barbed wire, elaborate patterns, and Spanish lettering engraved on their powerful biceps, bull-like necks, and beefy limbs. The one at the front of the pack of 16 men looked particularly harsh and cruel. He had a dark goatee and eyes that glittered like midnight. A tattoo of two snakes eating a human skull was emblazoned across his chest. He wore nothing but a biker vest, jeans, and boots, and the rest of his gang wore much the same.

"Lev let me in. You must be Mladic, yes? Is this the bitch and the boy-toy my good friend tells me you have for sale??"

Mladic nodded. "You must be Antonio?"

The goateed biker gang leader winked at him before giving Mladic a feral grin. "The one and the same, gringo. Oooh, look at this chica. She's a pretty little thing, isn't she."

Mladic looked sheepish. "My apologies, but she's still got her boyfriend's cum in her pussy. I didn't get a chance to get her cleaned up for you."

Antonio waved one dismissive hand. "Not a problem, gringo. My men don't mind sloppy seconds. Do you?" he called out, to which he received thunderous shouts of excitement and a chorus of No's. "It's been a long, LONG ride up here, man. You don't mind if me and the boys test out our new merchandise before we take possession, do you?" Before Mladic could even answer, though, Antonio gestured at the one man in his gang who was even taller than he. "Pay the man." The towering, scar-faced biker set a duffel bag on the nearby workbench and unzipped it to show stacks of $100 bills inside.

"You want me to count it?" Antonio offered.

Mladic's gleeful grin spread as widely as humanly possible. "No need. If Lev says you're trustworthy, that's good enough for me. Oh, and in answer to your other question -- sure, go right ahead. Try out the merchandise to your heart's content."

"Excellent. I was hoping you'd say that," the big man said, rubbing his hands together. Mladic thrust the poor girl into Antonio's arms, grabbed the duffel bag, and left.

Ashley's eyes widened as she watched the biker gang of 16 brutes quickly disrobe. Antonio's cock was the biggest of them all. It was obscene. It was hard to believe that the man was even human, with all twelve inches of cock standing upright like a horrific harpoon of flesh.

"You like what you see, chica?" Ashley's heart dove through her stomach. She couldn't even form words.

"Well, I hate to disappoint, but I prefer MEN. Maybe you can suck me off later though, chica. I don't want you getting too jealous of your boyfriend. Mmmm. Now let's see how tight your boyfriend's ass is. Ooohh, yes, this should be FUN." He stepped around her. When Brad tried to get up, he slammed the young man back to the floor. Keeping a hand on his neck, he growled at him. "Turn over, boy. Let me see that wrinkled hole. I like to savor the scene and see where my cock is going." He paused, turning back toward the others, who seemed to be waiting for his command before joining the fray.

"Juan, Francisco, break in this young bitch while I tend to her sweet boyfriend. Then make sure the others all get their turns with her."

"You've got it, Jefe." The one named Juan was the impossibly tall one. His cock was almost equally supernatural and obscene in dimension. Whereas all the cocks of the remaining bikers had to be between 8 to 9 and a half inches, Juan's was a formidable 11-inches fully elongated. He now approached Ashley and reached out, lightly petting the girl's breasts.