The Maroon Van

Two years of marriage had gone downhill and I was ready to do something different. I was ready to leave my husband and two girls. I scrolled down the personal ads until I clicked on the title "Red Van".

6'2, fit, white male was leaning against the wall with one hand on his tight flat stomach, the other hand was on his thick luscious cock.

Damn! His face is blurred out in the picture, but that's ok.

There's nothing I wouldn't let him do to me. Why can't more men look like him? What's this on the bottom of the page?

Must be ok with my girlfriend watching.

Fuck! seriously?!...I don't know.

RING RING RING

"Hello?"

"Hey ah, I am going to be late."

"Oh god Dylan, again?!"

"Yeah, some shit is going down here at the autoshop. You know, car stuff..."

"Whatever Dylan, do what you want." I pushed the end button on my cell and slammed it hard on the kitchen table. That scared the girls and they started crying. Fuck my life! And fuck my cheating husband!

After having my third Tequila sunrise, I gathered the courage and replied to the ad. I sent him a naked picture of myself saying:

Can you fuck me? I know, I have a flabby stomach from childbearing, but the rest of me is average.

A few hours had gone by and I was preparing dinner when my phone notified me that I had a new message. It was an email. The email was from the ad.

It read: We like you! I would love to fuck you in front of my girl! There are a few things I need to tell you, and we can move forward if you accept.

One: We must come get you. We will blindfold you and tie your hands with ziplocks. We are very careful and private of the company we open ourselves to. (You are not allowed to know where we live or who we are.)

Two: Once you arrive at our house, you will give us a sample of your blood, we have a private nurse that will run the STDs test. If you fail, we will have our personal driver drive you back home, but to avoid such embarrassments make sure you are clean.

Three: After you pass the STDs test, we will cut your hair if it's passed your shoulders. (My girlfriend doesn't like long hair on the women I fuck) After your haircut, you will be escorted to the bathroom and shower; clean yourself thoroughly. Please come waxed/shaved before we pick you up. We don't like body hair.

Four: Please remove all jewelry/piercings things can get rough, so let's avoid any bloody earlobes, lips or lost wedding rings. Make sure that on the day we pick you up, you aren't wearing any nail polish, finger nails and toe nails must be trimmed and bare. No face or body makeup is allowed. We prefer people without tattoos (Nothing like bare natural naked skin) but if you have some, then don't worry.

Five: We will place your clothes and handbag in a locker, your belongings will be given back once you leave. I will fuck you with a mask on and my girlfriend will remain seated in the corner of the bedroom, she will have a black hood over her head. Do not talk to her and do not stare.

Six: I fuck all three holes and you must be okay with that. Which hole ends up being penetrated will be up to my girlfriend. If possible douche ass a few hours before pick up time.

Do you accept?

I was speechless. Should I do it? What if I get killed? Or worse kidnaped, tortured maybe even sold off. Fuck me! What am I going to do?

I looked around my apartment and stared at the girls seated at the dinner table waiting to be severed their food. Something about their small innocent faces made me hate them more. They stole my life. I don't love the girls, I never have. I know, that a mother should love her children, but I didn't. I wasn't meant to be a parent. Pro-choice is very important to keep legal, so people like me, can go on with their lives, when mistakes happen. It would prevent shitty parents like myself, raising unloved fucked up children who then become awful adults themselves.

I gave the girls their dinner and kissed their foreheads; I was saying goodbye. As the girls ate their food, I went on my laptop and typed in: I accept.

I called my mother and told her that I needed her to watch the girls for a few days, she delightfully accepted.

Later that night I packed, not just for the AD, but for good. I only packed what I needed, I didn't care about pictures or objects. I was going to start a new life, and I didn't want to carry old shit with me. This was the push I needed, I was going to leave my hellish life behind.

My mother had arrived and I told her that Dylan, was going to come home around midnight. I kept the conversation brief, I told her that I needed a break and that I would call her soon. I know that the girls will have a better life with my mother, and they will be very loved.

Most mothers would say goodnight to their children for the last time, but not me. I said my goodbyes at dinner. I picked up my suitcase and got in my car.

I drove a few miles out and checked in at a Motel. I checked my email and yes! There was a new message from the AD.

We happily welcome you! When and where can we pick you up?

My name is Ian.

Okay, breath.

I told Ian, I would be ready by tomorrow at 2 PM and gave him the Motel's address. A few minutes passed and the message read:

See you tomorrow.

I had done everything that the Ad asked to prepare oneself. It was 1:58 PM and I closed the Motel's door. I decided to wait outside. Suitcase by my side and cell phone in my hand waiting for a message.

A red van pulled up and three Ski masked men got out. One grabbed my suitcase and cell phone. The other two pulled me into their bodies blindfold me, and ziplocked my hands together. I screamed, but they covered my mouth with their hands. They didn't speak, they just acted. I was terrified. What did I get myself into?!

The men were tall and buff, there was no way I could fight them off. I screamed louder.

"Shut this bitch up!"

"Yes, boss."

I heard the ripping of what I could only assume was duct tape. The men plastered the tape all over my mouth.

"Man, why does Ian accepte fat chicks? This is the third one this month."

I protested by kicking around. I am not fat, my stomach is slightly chubby that's all. I thought to myself.

"Oh," The men laughed. "I think you hurt her feelings boss."

They shoved me into the van and I started crying.

I had no idea how much time had passed, but the van finally stopped. The men carried me out and the air was cold, I shivered and then I felt warmth. The men put me down on the floor and took off my blindfold.

"Stay here." One of the men said.

All three men stood by the front door. They all wore grey camouflage pants with black long sleeve shirts, black gloves, black ski masks and black military boots. Suddenly, all of them looked up, and a man wearing blue scrubs approached me. He got on his knees beside me and from his front shirt pocket pulled out a pair of scissors. He cut off my ziplocks and asked for my arm.

I looked at him angrily. "Blood." He said. He took out a syringe from the same pocket.

I raised my arm and he stuck a needle right into my vein. He then pulled out a cotton ball soaked in alcohol from his other pocket and placed it over my wound. "Hold it in place with your finger."

I did.

"Are you ready to have your haircut?" He asked coldly.

I nodded Yes as I trembled.

"Grab her hands." He yelled out to the men.

"She ain't gonna fight." One of them said.

He was right, I wasn't. I just sat still.

"Fine!" The nurse said. He grabbed the pair of scissors, tugged on my hair a little and chopped it off.

Tears soaked the duct tape over my mouth. My hair barely touched my collarbones. I felt horrible. What had I done?

The nurse collected his things and walked away. A few minutes passed and the man returned. "She's clear. Take her upstairs."

"Okay chubby, let's go." One of the men said. The other two chuckled at his words. He grabbed my arm and helped me up. We walked slowly upstairs, there were no pictures on the walls, and from what I could see the house seemed huge. He led me down a long hallway and opened the very last door. "Take a shower and then go into the third door down the hall." He smirked. "You must be one of those chicks that looks better naked. Have fun chubby!"

Fucking asshole! I slammed the door and locked it. I removed the duct tape from my mouth, it felt good to have it off. I threw the cotton ball and duct tape into the trash can. I looked around the bathroom and it wasn't very big, but it did have a bathtub. There were two bottles of shampoo/conditioner and a bar of soap still in its box around the tub.

As I waited for the water to fill up the tub, I got undressed and looked at myself in the mirror.

All I really needed was a healthier diet, an ab workout and I would have a flat stomach in a few months, possibly weeks. But I had been lazy and my pooch tummy had suffered for it, at least I had long fit legs, toned arms and small bouncy tits. I jumped into the warm water and collected my thoughts. Maybe this was my last night on earth? Or maybe the sex will be great and I'll want to come back?

After the bath, I combed my now short hair with the packaged black comb that was left on the bathroom sink.. It felt odd, but at the same time it was very liberating. My hair wasn't long, but I've never had it this short. I walked out naked and opened the third door down the hall.

"Hello." I recognized his body, it was the man from the ad/picture. He was naked and had a black plastic mask on. "Glad you took your time in the bath."

"Sorry." I said shyly. "I wanted to make sure I was very clean. "

"No need to apologize. I'm Ian and I am going to fuck you up!" He walked around me and locked the door. "Are you ready? Because once I start, I don't take breaks until I am done."

I looked over his shoulder and saw a thin woman seated at the corner of the bedroom wearing a red bikini and a black hood over her face. "I've never done anything like this before." I whispered.

"Tonight, I am going to treat you like the whore that you are. I like it rough, and I will only stop if you bleed or if you say the word terminate."

Oh god! There was no going back, I was here and I wanted this. I nodded yes.

He grabbed me and slammed on the bed. I screamed. "Shut up!" I recognized his voice as soon as he shouted. He was one of the three men that kidnapped me.

"I didn't agree to this." I yelled.

"You agreed to be fucked and that's what I am going to do!" He said in a deep voice.

He positioned himself on top of me and slapped me across the face. I was in complete shock. He slapped me again and then one more time before he spoke. "Spread your legs, bitch!"

The sting of his slaps made me open myself up for him. He stopped and looked at his girlfriend. She raised her hand and held one finger up. "Okay, pussy it is." He storked his dick. "Touch your tits for us!" He demanded.

I pinched, rubbed and massaged my breasts. I moaned and licked my lips, enjoying every moment of it. This wasn't me, but I couldn't help it. His voice was my new God, and I followed. The girlfriend raised her hand again, but this time placed two fingers on her mouth.

"Okay baby, whatever you want." Ian said.

Ian lifted half of his mask exposing his lips. He shoved his tongue inside my pussy. It had been months since someone ate me out. My cunt started to get wet, every lick made my hole tighten and release itself.

He licked the insides of my lips and sucked on my clit. It felt so good and I let go of my thoughts and inhibition. He slobbered as he took long licks up and down my gash. My hole was yearning for his dick. He inserted two fingers into my entrance and began to massage the inside. "Stop" The girlfriend shouted.

Ian was hard now, and he waited on her. I glanced and he slapped me again. "Don't look at her!"

"Suck her nipples!" She commanded.

Ian sucked my nipple hard and brutally twisted the other with his hand. "Ouch!" I exclaimed

He slapped me harder this time. My cheeks turned red. "Stop! And shove your dick up her ass!" The girlfriend yelled.

"Yes, ma'am!" Ian said.

With one pull of his hands he turned me on my stomach and inserted himself inside my ass. It hurt, the pain shot through my body. I cramped up and my head started spinning. He savagely yanked on my hair and held it as he pushed himself deeper into my asshole.

"Rub your clit!" The girlfriend shouted at me.

My fingers found my cllit through all the fog in my mind...the thoughts of, leaving my family, starting a new life; disappeared again as I touched my womanhood. I moaned and then I moaned louder as my thumb rubbed my clit and my two fingers slipped inside my pussy. "Ian, I'm cumming, I can't hold it BACK!" I shrieked.

"YES! CUM CUM!" Ian replied. Ian was cumming inside my ass, his hot spunk melted inside me, spreading his glorious seed.

As I climaxed, I purged myself onto it, releasing who I was and welcomed who was going to be. My pussy dripped with my hot juice, sliding down my thighs.

"Yes." Is all I could muster with a smile on my face.

"Your stuff is outside of this door. Please get dressed and leave. My driver will take you back to the Motel." Ian and his girlfriend walked out of the bedroom.

I was motionless...

The driver blindfolded me, and I didn't take it off until the driver instructed me to do so. We had parked in the driveway of the Motel I was staying in. I got out of the car with my bags and said thank you to the driver. He said nothing, and sped off. I watched the red van disappear into traffic, and I wondered if I would ever see it again. All I knew was that, I was a new free woman and I liked it.

The End.