Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted Ch. 05

"Oooh, white chica, we gonna have so much fun now. You ready to take some hard Latino cock?"

Ashley trembled as the second man, Francisco, came up to her from behind. She felt the hard slab of his cock above her tailbone.

"Yes, this sexy young slut is just dying to have all of our cocks inside her, aren't you bitch?"

Ashley had the distinct feeling that there was only one right answer to the man's question. As she spoke, what little remained of her self-respect, what little part of herself hadn't been drowned in shame, now perished.

"Please fuck me with your cocks. Oh god, please do what you want with me, just please don't hurt me."

"Lift her up man. Put her on my cock." As Juan said this, Francisco lifted Ashley up like she weighed almost nothing. He handed her to his gang-buddy as if he was tossing him a bottle of beer. She felt Juan's hands glide underneath her hips, holding her up as he controlled the pace -- as he slowly sank the first few inches of her cunt onto his enormous girth. "Undo her wrists man. I want her to hold on, not flop around too much as I fuck her."

Within moments, Ashley stiffened as she felt a knife cut away the ropes. It was cold comfort to her. She lassoed her arms around Juan's neck and moaned with the feeling of incredible fullness as his cock began raping her, her tight pussy sliding up and down just the top few inches of his shaft. There was no way that entire cock would fit inside her. No way. She kept moaning as just the tip of his thick cock reamed her sensitive sex, his hands gripping the undersides of her hips and letting gravity help him impale her with each bounce. Francisco, meanwhile, had grown impatient.

"All right, you got your rhythm going. Hold her still while I try out this hot gringa's cute little ass," Francisco urged as he lubed himself up.

Ashley's grunts and moans joined the grunts and growls of the two men who gave her the first double-rape penetration of her young life. When Francisco had finally forced the tip of his cock past her protesting sphincter, now fully seated in her ass, the two began thrusting in tandem. Their cock-filled victim squealed and trembled.

"AAAAAYYYY!!!! OH GOD! PLEASE!"

To Ashley, it felt like she was being ripped apart, and yet the sensations that sang through her loins were an odd mixture of agony with intoxicating zings of pleasure to make the pain somehow bearable. She rode those two cocks until she realized, with incredible clarity, that an impending climax was threatening to steal her breath away.

"Oh please. Oh fuck! OH FUCK! PLEASE!!!!! Oh god, oooohhhh!" Ashley's moans sailed to new heights. To the untrained eye and ear, it became harder and harder to tell whether she was protesting her rape or pleading for more. Her hardened nipples pressed against one rapist's chest even as she felt the other rapist fondling her ass. She then screamed with her mouth pressed against Juan's shoulder, muffling the cry. As her eyes rolled upward, her body trembling from the forced euphoria of dual penetration, her orgasm now claimed her as brutally as the two cocks reaming her. And then those two hard cocks were erupting in her pussy and ass simultaneously, defiling her with 13 more cocks eagerly awaiting their turn.

"Ooohhh fuck, we've got a cum-soaked bitch on our hands. Who wants her next?" Juan bellowed. The dazed girl could feel so much cum sliding out of her ass and pussy as Juan and his partner disengaged and let her down to stand on wobbly legs. But moments later Juan was already thrusting her into another man's arms.

Lips captured Ashley's for a brutal kiss. When he broke off the kiss, the newest thug cupped the curves of her ass and made her an awful promise. "This party is only just getting started. You ready for more rape?"

Ashley reached down and grasped the base of his cock. She began pumping his hardness in her tiny enclosed fist, looking up at him, surrendering to her future.

"Yes, Sir."

Meanwhile, among the young couple, perhaps Brad's fate was the more demeaning and pitiable. He lay on his stomach, screaming while Antonio's cock plunged into his anal opening, slamming into him like a battering ram. Brad could hear the sounds of his girlfriend being raped and even starting to enjoy it, but for him the shame was even more complete. Even as the pain brutalized him, even as it tore away his soul like the anchor of a ship being yanked away into oblivion, a tiny, primal shred within him seemed to succumb to some hidden sexual craving.

Even as Brad screamed, his cock stayed hard. He felt nerve endings awaken which shouldn't have even existed. As he listened to his raped girlfriend's muffled squeal of climax, he felt that most forbidden of urges within himself. It broke him. It made him hate himself even more thoroughly than after he'd been forced to assist in Ashley's rape. Lust. It was there. He felt a kernel of lust within himself as Antonio raped him, and that's what made the truth hit home.

After everything that had happened to him and Ashley, he was convinced that anyone, with just one look, would sense or know their shame. He didn't think he could live with that. Even if he could, he wasn't sure he wanted to. Maybe... maybe they deserved this cruel fate after all. Experiencing pleasure, any at all, while being raped, carried a sense of universal wrongness.

"Here you go, college stud. Take it deep," Antonio grunted. Now, as Antonio's cock pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum into Brad's ass, he clenched his jaw, his eyes squeezed shut, and tried to ignore the sensation of warmth filling him. Moments later, Antonio yanked the raped college student to his feet. Brad's head hung limply from self-loathing. Antonio reached down, grasping the base of Brad's still stiff cock.

"You liked that, didn't you boy? You're still good and hard. Don't worry, that'll be the first cock of MANY you'll take. Mmmm, yeah, look at your sweet girlfriend entertaining my men. She's a natural puta."

Brad stared miserably down at the action. A nameless Mexican biker with a shaved head had Ashley pinned to the concrete, fucking her. Her legs were splayed to either side as he pummeled her pussy, plowing between her legs like the ultimate jackhammer. His naked bulk blanketed her delicate figure, and to Brad it looked like he might crush her.

"AHH! Please Sir, it hurts. Please be gentle, the floor is hard!" she begged.

"So is my cock!" the man bellowed back, not caring about her discomfort. Ashley could feel the rough surface scraping against her back as this brutal man's savage thrusts made her entire body slide toward the wall. Now she gripped the backs of his shoulders with her hands and pulled herself upward to kiss him; at least that way, less of her back would be scraping against the hard, uneven floor. The shaved-headed brute captured her mouth, voraciously returning the kiss. His cock slammed with jarring impact into her soft feminine sheath once more.

"Mmmm. I hope your sweet little bitch-girlfriend has some stamina, Romeo," Antonio murmured into Brad's ear. "Or her stay with us down at the hacienda in Chiapas will be a short one. Hopefully she lasts longer than the last chica I bought."

Brad shivered, knowing that this was the end. Their bodies were no longer theirs, but it had somehow gotten even worse. Now their fate was to be kidnapped and taken to a foreign country, to live out their lives as sex slaves to a biker gang. At least here, in this house with their current captor, they could dream about the possibility of escape. In a foreign country where they knew no one and didn't even speak more than a smattering of Spanish, what hope did they have? He thought of his parents now too. They might never know what happened to him, Brad realized. They would be heartbroken. He had been looking forward to meeting Ashley's parents, and her sister too, as he and Ashley's relationship had deepened. Now all of it, their entire future together, had been obliterated.

Antonio slowly pumped Brad's cock with his enclosed fist. "Watch closely, boy. After my man is done gushing in your slut, I'll let you have one last goodbye fuck with her. Mmmm. Look at her take that pounding like a little fuck-slut. She's one hot bitch, I'll give her that. Yes, I think I'll sell her for top dollar to one of the other gangs after we tire of her."

There was a sudden groan, and the man atop Ashley stiffened. The sexy brunette's hands stroked his shoulders as he came inside her, his testicles flush against her inner thighs as the full load of his sperm blasted toward her womb. She burrowed her head against him, panting, feeling a series of burning aches from the scrapes up and down her back.

"Move aside, Ernesto. The boyfriend gets one last farewell fuck," Antonio growled. Brad felt himself slammed down onto the floor face-up. With sadness in her eyes, Ashley straddled him. She lowered her sperm-slimy cunt onto his engorged manhood and began to fuck on his lap for the very last time. Brad felt the cum of two other men coating his cock along with her juices. The gorgeous brunette splayed her hands against his chest and slammed her cunt down onto his drug-fueled erection with a loud, smacking cadence. The men jeered.

"Ride him, chica. Give your gringo a sweet fuck to remember. Your pussy no longer belongs to him, but to us!" one gangbanger shouted.

"Yeah, bitch, enjoy your last precious romantic fuck with your handsome stud. He belongs to our Jefe now, and your pussy does too. Oooh, that little American pussy is gonna get torn up with so many rock-hard Mexican cocks, gringa."

Now the slender brunette was surrounded by a circle of biker thugs all pumping their stiff erections, letting the sight of the naked girl spur their libido to new heights. Brad, for his part, could only look up at his girlfriend's haunted face, her alluring tits jiggling with the zeal of her humping figure. Ashley mouthed 'I love you' to Brad knowing that this might be the last time she could ever tell him how much she cared. Meanwhile, Antonio watched the couple. Seeing the girl's pale ass bouncing as she engulfed her boyfriend's cock between her sticky folds was a sight to see. The tiny scrapes along Ashley's back hardly spoiled the view as her alluring, perfectly curved figure continued its desperate fucking astride her equally doomed boyfriend. Antonio's own cock grew, soon returning to a fully reinvigorated state. He decided that he and his men would thoroughly test out the 'merchandise' tonight. Ashley moaned as the gang leader leaned down and gave her left ass cheek a harsh swat. Then he gave her a slap across the back of the head.

"Don't let up, bitch. Fuck him faster and much harder. I want to hear his sweet groan as he empties the cargo in that pathetic pair of testicles up your worthless snatch one last time. You hear me? Answer me, chica!"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry! I'll... I'll fuck him faster and harder, Sir. Please don't hit me," Ashley wailed.

The men laughed. The darkness in Antonio grinned from ear to ear. Yes, this night would be both long and glorious.

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EPILOGUE #1 (Darker Version)

Two Years Later...

The disappearance of several college students from Oxville, Iowa, would remain unsolved. The students' parents and families mourned, but closure never came.

Somewhere in a hacienda in the middle of the desert, a young man served his master. It was a beautiful morning, sunlight cascading down on Brad's naked figure, tied spread-eagled and face-down by the pool. Antonio had just finished tightening the knot around his testicles and now raised his whip for a well-placed blow along Brad's welt-covered ass. Soon Brad would be writhing in pain and begging to take cock. The worst part of it at all was that part of Brad had even learned to enjoy it.

Hundreds of miles away, somewhere in a rundown brothel on the outskirts of Mexico City, a naked brown-haired girl knelt and obediently sucked a man's cock. The client gathered Ashley's hair away from her face. He reached down with his free hand to rub the girl's tits. Looking at the girl's reflection in the wall-length mirror, he admired the cigarette burns he'd inflicted across her ass cheeks. Meanwhile, the girl sucked more fervently, knowing the awful price of displeasing her most demanding client. Ashley bottomed out on his shaft with her nose pressed to his wiry pubic hair. She tenderly fondled his balls and prayed that he would come soon.

He didn't though. Fisting his hand in her hair, he yanked her head back. His cruel eyes stared down at her as pre-cum leaked down her bottom lip.

"Get up on the bed now, bitch. I want to fuck you in the ass." Ashley's heart sank. The naked girl climbed onto the bed, raised her ass in the air while bent over on her hands and knees, and waited for the inevitable.

Two years had passed. As far as the world knew, a few young and promising college athletes had vanished into thin air. They no longer existed. To Ashley and Brad, that might as well have been the truth. A girlfriend and boyfriend's spirits had finally been broken. Ashley Carrington and Brad Wilson were never seen or heard from again.

THE END...Or Is It?

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ALTERNATE ENDING

EPILOGUE #2 (Happier Version)

Six Months Later...

Ashley and Brad walked holding hands along the tree-lined path. The campus of Mason University was awash in the signs of fall. Trees with leaves of burnt orange, scarlet red, and canary yellow provided halos of color above their heads.

Brad tugged on her hand, pulling her toward his dorm.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Ashley nodded, biting her bottom lip. She was ready, wasn't she? Her heart was pounding, but it was a good kind of pounding. It pounded with anticipation more than fear.

It had been almost six months since they had been rescued, since Antonio's gang had been arrested trying to cross the U.S.-Mexican border. They had been delirious with relief when the border patrol officers had saved them. It had been almost six months ago, but to Ashley it seemed like a lifetime.

"Watch your step." Brad opened the door for her and pointed out the crumbling concrete step in front of the old dorm's main entrance. They walked down the hallway, waited for the elevator. It was surreal how much an experience, how much one traumatic event, could change a person, Ashley thought.

Even though they had survived and returned back to their families and to school safe and whole, mentally they would never, ever be the same. Today was proof of that. Ashley and Brad stepped onto the elevator, took it to the third floor, and stepped out into the hallway, walking briskly towards Brad's dorm room.

The simple truth was, despite the terror and depravity of what they experienced, their captivity had changed them in a way not entirely unwelcomed. Their time with Mladic had awakened something in them. Perhaps it was something depraved and dark, but it was also something instinctual and primal, something that connected them to human experience through the eons. A new craving had awakened inside them during their captivity, and it refused to fade way even as the worst pain of their experience slowly had.

Brad knocked on the door to his dorm room. His roommate, Nate, answered. Nate was also a member of the track team, muscular, with chestnut brown hair to Brad's sandy blond. His handsome face was slightly more angular than Brad's.

"Come on in," Nate said with a dark whisper. His eyes roved up and down Ashley's body like those of a hungry panther.

As soon as the door closed behind them, the roleplay began. Brad had asked Ashley if she was sure she was ready for this. He had given her the last opportunity for an out. She was all in, though. She wanted this. They both did.

"Take off your clothes, slaves. Fucking do it. NOW," Nate growled.

Ashley and Brad quickly disrobed until they were completely naked. Ashley felt a surge of arousal snake through her entire body. Their time in captivity had taught both girlfriend and boyfriend that part of them craved to be dominated together -- to be sexually used and sexually submissive together to someone else. After their rescue, that was the shameful truth that they had kept hidden from their families and from everyone they knew. Then one night they had revealed to Nate, their closest mutual friend, that forbidden truth. To their surprise, though, he hadn't been repulsed. He had been intrigued. Nate revealed, in turn, a secret of his own... That the reason he had had so many failed relationships in college was because of his constant need and desire to dominate.

And so, an idea had been born. A pact had been made. Today's pre-planned tryst was the first, exploratory attempt to fulfill one another's needs.

"Turn around, bitch." Ashley turned around as Nate grabbed her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. He then tossed her face-up onto the bed. "Spread your legs, bitch." His voice was filled with command. The sexy brunette melted at the words. She opened her legs wide, revealing her recently shaved pussy. Nate now leapt forward and slammed his palm against her cunt. She stifled a squeal and thrashed.

"UHHH!!"

"Quiet, bitch. Don't make me gag your sweet mouth," Nate warned. He pointed at Brad. Then he framed Ashley's slightly reddened sex with his fingers. "Get your face down here and lick this pussy, man-slave. MOVE."

Brad climbed onto the bed between Ashley's legs and began to flick his tongue against the girl's wanton clit. Soon the sounds of licking and slurping filled the dorm room. Brad's face seemed to be glued to Ashley's slit, his tongue delving deeply and teasing her sensitive folds in all the right ways. Ashley's cuffed hands clenched up behind her butt as she felt waves of stimulation begin to roll through her. The girl's chest began to heave. Oh god, it felt so good, Ashley thought, her mind succumbing to the delirium of pleasure.

As an R.A. at the dorm, Nate had a few perks. He and Brad shared a room at the very end of the hall, set apart from the others. The walls were well-insulated, and right now that was a very good thing.

"Open your fucking eyes, slut." Ashley's eyes snapped open as she felt something smack her face. It was a cock. Nate had disrobed now, too. His stiff erection now swayed just inches above her face. Oh god, this was such a turn-on. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick and tease his glans. Ashley licked the tip of Nate's cock like a delicious treat, her eyes staring up at him seductively. Nate reached down, roughly fondling the girl's breasts.

"Suck this cock, slut. Get it even harder. As soon as your boyfriend is done making your pussy cream up with need, my cock is going in there, bitch. I'll fuck you HARD. I'll rape your tight pussy, you worthless little cunt. Understand?"

Ashley nodded. "Yes, Master."

Now, taking the entire uppermost part of Nate's cock into her mouth, she sucked fervently. Nate slid his hand along her pony-tailed hair, petting her like a dog.

"Aaahhhhh... yes, you fucking whore. You better please your Master."

Moaning with desire, Ashley sucked dutifully on the cock of her 'Master' as the fantasy deepened. She imagined herself, and Brad too, captured by this brutal psychopath, 'Master Nate.' She imagined that if she and Brad didn't do exactly what he told them to do they would both be tortured or worse. She let the instinctual need to be submissive, to be dominated, course through her veins and the very fiber of her being. Meanwhile, as Brad sucked hard on her clitoris, she lost control. Her body shuddered. Her hips thrashed. Ashley let herself go, moaning even as Nate's cock filled her mouth.

Stroking the girl's head, Nate's dark promise soon lingered in her ears.

"Yes, my little slave. You came, and now I'm going to FUCK you."