1. The Hills Have Thighs - Part 2


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Diary, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Domination/submission, Drug, Extreme, First Time, Hardcore, Males / Females, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Slavery, Teen, Violence, Virginity, Young, Author: avpa, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    WARNING - Read the Themes. Do not read unless you are happy to read about these things Again, this starts slow. Don't expect 'sex' for some time This is a continuation of a series. I recommend you read Part 1 of this series if you have not already _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ - - - This a rough read, do not proceed if you do not want to read about death, abuse and enslavement. This is written down for those that want to read about these things, not to be criticised for any moral reasons. If you are happy to admit that you are indeed a sick fuck, feel free to read on - - - _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Saturday 15th May 1971 1:06 pm I woke early, as the sun once again rose over the desolate desert landscape. Had I been there alone, I would have remarked that the location was the most beautiful thing around me. However I had two far more beautiful things in the other car. I had slept on the rear seats of my own car, after laying the girls carefully in the front seats of theirs. Their car was a two seater, a model that I had always wanted to own. Thanks to happy coincidences, that was now a reality. I climbed out into the sunlight, stretching and yawning briefly before going to check the girls. They were still fast asleep, likely still working off the alcohol I had force fed them yesterday. I grabbed another bottle of water, and took a ...
    long drink before pulling open the doors and giving each of them a healthy dose of it. As much as I enjoyed abusing them, I wanted to keep the girls alive and well. The last thing I needed was one of them getting sick. Over the course of roughly an hour I made some breakfast for the three of us, and sat on a folding chair next to them as they ate. I had untied their arms; I couldn't be bothered with feeding them an entire meal. After we all polished off our plates, I secured their arms once again and gagged them. When I wasn't around I didn't want them talking to each other. The possibility of them plotting an ill conceived escape plan was still high, and I had to stamp out the last of their resolve. I needed an old friend for that task. After covering the windshield and rear window of their car in order to keep it cool, and opening the windows a crack, I got back into my own car and reversed onto the road. I set off in the direction of the nearest rest stop. It was a short drive, only fifty minutes, and it was thankfully very quiet. I jumped out of the car and made my way inside to find a payphone. "In the back" murmured the server when I asked him. I thanked him and followed his direction, finding a rusty old phone crammed away in the corner of the store. It was, at least, still operational. I payed and dialed, my hands sweaty with anticipation. This had to work. "Hello?" came a voice from the other end of the line. I started, "Hey John, is that you?" "Yeah" came John's voice. ...
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