Destination Mexico (For Dollface)

[Green Hunter]

I wake up to the sun pouring in through the large windows, the sounds of the waves crashing and the intense throbbing between my legs. I groan and immediately reach to swallow a few more Motrin. Eventually working my way upright I pull out my waistband to take a look at the damage and sure enough I have a deep bruise. “Fuck me running.” I say out loud. I apply more Neosporin, try to get as high as possible, by smoking another joint, so I can make it through the day. As much as I’d like to just sleep on the couch all day, I have places to go and a bitch to rape.

After slowly getting dressed I open the bedroom door to check in on Sage and she is sleeping deeply. I feel like she is secure enough, but I close the bedroom door and move a few large pieces of furniture blocking the doorway just in case, since I plan to be gone for a while.

There is a town just a few miles down the road but for what I am going to need, I drive the extra 30-40 miles to a medium to large city. My first stop is to find a “pharmacist” which is basically a 16 year old kid selling everything from Steroids to horse tranquilizers. I buy pain killers, sleeping pills, some other recreational drugs, and there is one thing I can’t pass up on…..I buy some Viagra. I am going to fuck her raw, I decide.

During the next few hours I buy supplies to fortify the house to not only keep people out, but to keep Sage in, as well as many other things. Completing my errands I see that it is already 2 pm and time to head back to the house.

Getting back, I waste no time and get to work. Finally numb from the painkillers. I install bars outside of the smaller windows, the only one not covered is the large one hanging above the cliffs. I reinforce the doors and install multiple locks making sure that I have the only set of keys. I hide away all the different restraints I bought and lock them in a cabinet, except for one pair. I set up a GPS locator and connect it to my laptop and connect it to an ankle strap.

Finished with most of the installation, I walk into the bedroom. I throw down a few bags of clothes that will be Sage’s new wardrobe. Of course, the clothes that I picked out are things she probably wouldn’t buy for herself. All skirts and dresses of different materials (satin, leather, latex, and very thin cotton) thin revealing tops, and provocative bras and panties, including some things I found at an “adult” clothing store. Hell if I was going to keep her as my sex slave, she might as well dress like one. Maybe when she is finally pregnant I will buy her something else. Not having said a word to her since the incident last night, I finally break the silence. “Now I am going to untie you and allow you to get cleaned up. Here are some clothes for when you get out, I doubt they will be to your liking, but I don’t really care. Once you are done, come out into the living room, you need to eat and we have a few things to talk about.” I pull out a knife and cut the ropes allowing her to get up and walk into the bathroom. While she is in the shower, I cook a simple meal, knowing that she is probably starving not having eaten in almost two days. That's not the only thing I am thinking about……fucking her while she screams is what I am really focusing on.

[Dollface]

When I first awoke, I had convinced myself that everything about the pervious day—the kidnapping, the rape, everything was just a dream. But all it took was me opening my eyes to realize that yes, this nightmare was a reality. Desperate, I started to scream for help again knowing that the only person around to hear my cries of help is Evan but that the same time not caring, I have to try. The whole time I yelled, I kept expecting Evan to walk in. I knew that he hadn’t forgotten about last night and I was sure that he was going to make me pay, I just didn’t want to be there when it happened.

As expected, no one came to help me and finally, after what seemed like hours, I gave up. My body ached from being in one position for so long. I was terrified, my throat hurt, and I was starving for something to eat.

I spent the next few hours trying to amuse myself and trying not to think about what is bound to happen when Evan finally came home.

Finally, I heard the door open and see him standing there with a knife. I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut, thinking that I had pissed him off so much with my little stunt last night that he was going to take revenge by killing me. But no, instead he explained that he was going to let me take a shower and change my clothes and then cut me free. I sat up, rubbing the circulation back into my limbs as I watched him—wondering if there was anyway that I could dart past him and escape. No, it wasn’t possible, he would catch me in a matter of seconds, I knew. Biting my lip, I walked off into the bathroom, making sure that he was gone before I undressed. The hot water felt incredible on my aching muscles and after I had thoroughly cleaned myself, I lingered under the tap for just a bit longer.

After drying myself off and wrapped a towel around me, I looked at the selection of clothes that Evan had picked out. Every single one looked like something a whore would wear, I realized angrily. But what choice did I have? Gritting my teeth, I picked the most conservative outfit I could find and pulled it on, trying not to look at myself in the mirror.

I could already smell the food that Evan was cooking and my stomach rumbled in anticipation. But first…

I took a quick look around, and snuck into the first room I saw. This would be my only chance to find a phone, I knew, so I couldn’t afford to screw it up. Thankfully, the room I had entered looked to be an office. My heart started pounding with excitement when I saw, perched up on a desk, a phone. I lunged for it, my excitement growing upon hearing a dial tone. I started punching in my home phone number, not wanting to waste any time.

[Green Hunter]

Halfway through cooking the meal I pop a couple of Viagra in anticipation, wanting to be ready to go after we eat. I get the GPS locator ready to strap onto Sage’s ankle. Time passes and I wonder what is taking so long. Lunch is getting cold and I am getting hard. I hear the bedroom door open but instead of seeing her come around the corner, I hear another door open. I wonder which room she is going into and why, it’s not like she can escape out of any of the windows. I suddenly realize that I forgot about the office and the phone in it. I feel the same panic that I felt the day before when she tried to escape, I drop whatever is in my hands and sprint towards the office.

Blasting through the door, she looks up at me with the phone pressed to her ear. She quickly moves to the other side of the desk trying to keep a barrier between us. “Put that down!” I shout running at her. I stop short and yank the cord out of the wall. I move around the right side of the desk and she tries to dart towards the open door by going around the left. I give chase, reaching out I grab a handful of her hair pulling hard at the roots. She stops in her tracks screaming. She kicks and slaps at me, putting up a hell of a fight, I just hold onto her hair, lowering my face so she can’t get a clean shot at me. “Hold still!” I keep repeating, yelling, hoping that will get her to calm down. She is screaming back at me and it is obvious neither one of us are listening to the other. With a lucky swing of her leg, her heel connects with my bad knee and I scream out in pain but manage to hold on. “FUUUUCCCKKK!!” I swing wildly and my fist glances off of her head, I am sure it hurt, but it didn’t stop her. We struggle for what seems like minutes slapping, hitting and scratching until I finally gain control. I am holding her hair with one hand and my other arm is wrapped around her body from behind. I drag her to the desk and slam her face down, bending her over. Her face connecting with the wood causes her to squeal and stuns her I think, since she stops flailing about for a few seconds.

I collapse on top of her and we are both breathless from the fight. My knee, face and areas where she connected with her nails and other limps are throbbing. “You just don’t get it, do you?!?! You are mine! You want to act like a bitch? Fine I’ll treat you like one!” I press my now raging hard on against her ass and she bucks wildly underneath me. It is at this moment that I finally notice that the outfit she chose to wear was the one that covered most of her skin. A long, black leather skirt and black button up shirt. I press down, my weight pushing her face into the desk with one hand and with the other I punch her in the ribs so she will hold still. While I have the opportunity I lift her skirt up to her hips. Hurriedly I yank down her white satin panties to about mid thigh, allowing me to finally see her beautiful, round, bare ass. I fumble around with my belt and this causes her to squirm about trying to rise up from the desk. My large hand keeps her head down and I punch her again in the same spot as before. “Fucking hold still! You wanted it rough, you’re going to get it rough!!” Finally succeeding undoing my belt and pants I pull them and boxers down, letting them drop to the floor.

The painkillers and Viagra thankfully taking effect, my bruised member springs free and is at full length. I immediately position the head of my cock against her asshole spreading her cheeks. The sight of my thickness not looking like it will fit. I push forward squeezing in just the tip. “This is for last night……you fucking cunt bitch!”

[Dollface]

I was determined to get away. This was likely to be my only chance for a long time to have such an opportunity. I had never thought of a phone as being so valuable to me before, and now I was fighting for one in the most primal sense: tooth and nail. I had to let my parents know where I had been taken—it was my only hope if the local law enforcement had really been paid off by Evan. Every single part of me was dedicated to dialing that one, saving number as I screamed, clawed, and kicked at him.

The fight seemed to take forever but it wasn’t long before I was overpowered and he had me bent over the desk, tears running down my face as I attempted to get my breath back from the blow he had given to my stomach. I could hear him undoing his belt and I struggled again, panicked to avoid the next rape which was sure to be coming.

Another blow to the stomach, and the next thing I knew, my skirt was yanked above my hips and my panties were pulled down. I had been expecting another vaginal rape, but soon screamed in fear as he pushed against my asshole.

No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just want to go home!” I cry like a little girl, almost hyperventilating. He can’t do this to me! Why won’t anyone save me? I give another scream.

[Green Hunter]

The difference in our sizes and the lack of lubrication is proving to be difficult as I work my invading shaft inside of her. Every time she bucks wildly, I punch her and press harder, painfully stretching her ass apart. It is painful for me as well, our dry skin rubbing together, but it is also very pleasurable to have her perfect ass wrapped around my cock and the painkillers allow me to plunge deeper. Grunting I proceed, holding her upper body down, forcing my way in. I pull back a little then push further, pull back then even further, until finally my entire length is deep inside. She is sobbing and shaking from the pain, and I just hold there, as if to let her know who is in control.

Ready to punish her like I promised myself, I slowly pull back and without warning I thrust my hips forward with authority, making Sage scream out like I haven’t heard before. If anyone was within earshot, they would think she was being tortured.

“I bet you wish you didn’t bite now, don’t you bitch!?” I scream, now butt fucking her at a steady pace. I hear Sage sobbing and squealing with every thrust, which makes me want to pound harder and faster. I spread my legs for more leverage and quicken my thrusts forward. She reaches behind with one arm trying to push me away and this is a mistake. I grab her arm and yank it forcefully further behind her back, twisting it, forcing her onto the desk. With a free hand I grab her hip, pulling her back into me as I rock my hips forward, increasing the pace. Stabbing her ass with my thick cock like a jackhammer, my balls swing back and forth slapping against her pussy. “Your ass is so fucking tight!” I say happily, each motion forward a slight struggle.