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1st para – story * 2nd – smut * 3rd – filth
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Vicky lay impatiently on the basement sofa.
It was the 12th of October, over a week since she’d spent a Friday evening writhing from the flick of the Ghost’s tongue on her clit. She’d returned the next night in the hope to feel him again, but she’d been too scared to try and sneak into the house. She’d left, frustrated, and spent the rest of the week dreaming of that evening.
The current Saturday was a boozy camp out, and still lusting for his touch she’d dragged her boyfriend into their tent and begged him to fuck her.
What had followed was a fumbled attempt at sex that was over too quick and hardly worth the pain.
Desperate, she’d snuck from the tent and trekked twenty minutes to Sadie’s house. Fuelled by vodka and wine she’d swallowed her nerves and unsteadily snuck around the eerily dark property until she found the narrow basement windows through which she’d awkwardly slipped inside.
And that was how she’d ended up back on the basement sofa.
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Bang. The front door slammed shut upstairs.
She waited in anticipation as footsteps pattered around above her. But when she heard the distinct sound of them climbing the stairs her heart sank.
“Remember to turn the kitchen light off,” she remembered Sadie warning.
She leapt from the couch and with as much stealth as she could muster Vicky tiptoed across the concrete and up the stairs. The basement door creaked slightly as she pushed it open, but it was just enough to slip her hand through and flick the switch.
She left the basement door as she snuck back down.
Somewhere above there was a thud, and Vicky heard feet stomp towards her.
Vicky saw the light flick off and for a moment she thought he’d turn back.
But then the door creaked.
A silhouette sauntered down the stairs and Vicky instinctively stumbled to her feet. She swayed, patiently, until he was close enough that she could smell the alcohol on his breath.
Or was that hers?
Before she could reach out to feel his body a hand shot through the dark and clamped around a handful of hair.
Vicky gave a shallow gasp as he pulled down. She had no choice but to let her knees buckle, and she landed clumsily on the floor.
“You,” he whispered, his grip firm.
Vicky nodded.
She dared to reach out and she was met with a bare thigh, thick and covered in coarse hair.
Her hands wandered upwards, her fingertips meeting cotton. Her pussy soaked her sweatpants as she moved to grab what she’d been dreaming of.
Vicky shrieked as he wrenched her head back, her hands reaching to ease his grip.
“No hands,” he ordered.
Vicky nodded to show she’d understood and shakily sighed as he released her.
She leaned forward with her lips parted until she met cotton, and when she felt a bulge against her chin her heart skipped a beat.
She gripped her legs as she allowed her mouth to trace the outline of his cock. His musky smell made her mind swirl.
Suddenly the Ghost yanked her hair again.
“Too innocent,” he grunted. “Get out.”
Vicky was lost for words. She was so close.
“Please…” she began.
“Leave,” he shouted, and Vicky sensed she was unwelcome to argue. She drunkenly stomped up the stairs and through the dark house, slamming the front door as she stormed into the night.
The night was cold and Vicky was filled with regret that she had to trek back to the field and her tent. Sadie lived on the outskirts of town, her house the only one for at least a mile.
How am I innocent, she thought as she marched across the road. After their last meeting and the thoughts that had haunted her, Vicky’s mind was far from pure.
Engrossed with her own anger Vicky failed to notice the white van speeding towards her.
It veered in front of her and screeched to a halt.
She jumped back in shock, but the fear only seemed to fuel her fury. She slammed her fists against the bonnet.
“What the fuck?” She screamed.
A door slammed shut and she heard the crunch of gravel as someone walked around the vehicle. A tall figure appeared, illuminated eerily by the headlights.
“Watch where you’re fucking going,” she spat.
The figure began to approach her and when she saw him Vicky tried to cry out.
He grabbed her, a hand covering her mouth, and started to drag her along the road.
The back doors were flung open and Vicky felt herself tossed weightlessly into the back. She was abandoned in darkness as the figure left to drive them away.
“Help!” She called out, knowing she was too far from anywhere to be heard.
All around her things rattled as the van sped around corners and over bumps until it slammed to such a sudden halt that Vicky was slammed against the wall.
The doors at the back opened again, and the figure stepped in.
“What do you want?” She whimpered.
He reached for something on the floor, and she heard the distinct sound of liquid pouring from a bottle.
A chemical smell filled the space.
“Hey!” She shouted. But the figure was silent.
A hand grabbed the back of her head and the Ghost’s grip flashed into her mind.
The next thing she knew a damp rag was pushed into her face.
Vicky tried to resist but he was strong. She felt herself begin to relax, her mind dizzy whirl that faded into darkness
*
Vicky’s head swirled under the influence of something more potent than booze.
She opened her eyes to see the back of the van was now lit by the glow of a orange bulb.
Stood beneath was the man.
He was tall and she could his body was a mass of muscle, even under the black clothes he wore.
He faced her, his head covered by a black mask.
Vicky made an attempt to move but found her arms were restrained.
She looked and saw they’d been tied up, outstretched like she was on a cross. She hung from the van’s ceiling, naked and on her knees.
“Who are you?” She screamed as she hung from the ceiling.
The man did not speak but his head cocked as he listened. Even drunk she knew she’d been wrong to leave the camp without telling anyone. She was at the mercy of this man, unaware of his intentions.
He stepped forward, his black boots heavy on the wooden floor of the van.
“Please…” she whimpered.
He reached out to caress her hair.
The next Vicky knew there was a vibrating noise and she felt something begin to whir between her legs. She looked down to see she was straddled over some kind of heavy duty power tool.
“Fuck!” She gasped as the vibrations resonated within her crotch.
She tried to adjust herself away, but her body was firmly bound.
Her head fell back in shocked pleasure.
The Stranger grabbed her head and pulled it forward, and as the machine buzzed through her body she saw he’d unzipped his trousers.
The only bare flesh she could see amongst the mass of black was his cock. It hung in the air, girthy and straight, veins throbbing. A bead of liquid sat glistening at the tip begging to be licked.
He motioned for her to lean forward. The tip of his cock pressed against her lips with such force she had no choice but to open them. He was warm as he slid into her mouth, a trail of salty-sweet juice lining her tongue.
She gagged as he pushed himself to the back of her throat.
The scent of sweat and cologne filled her nostrils as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. He was careful enough to allow her to become accustomed to the feel of his cock deep inside her.
The Stranger motioned for her to tilt back with a tug of her hair.
She was now looking up into the black void of the mask, his cock still lodged at the back of her throat.
He began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a steady beat. Each time she shifted her gaze to try and watch his cock thrust he pulled her back. She felt commanded to stare into the mask.
As he thrust Vicky decided to close her lips to suck him. She wanted him to feel as much pleasure as she was with her pussy pressed against a vibrating machine.
He didn’t seem to appreciate her efforts, though; he pulled away and fumbled through a tool box from which he pulled some hooks.
Swiftly he tied the hooks to string and began to fumble with the ropes restraining her.
Then a hook was placed delicately into her mouth, followed by more.
When he pulled away, Vicky was left straddling the power tool, her mouth forced open by the hooks that pulled at her jaw. Clearly satisfied he stepped forward again and his cock swayed with each step until he stopped, the tip entering her.
Vicky felt the salty warmth slide against her tongue. Even though her mouth was wrenched wide his cock still seemed to stretch her. He began to thrust into her and she watched with intent. Each time she saw his shaft emerge, wetter with every thrust, her pussy throbbed.
The Stranger grabbed her head and began to thrust harder. Vicky gagged as he touched the back of her throat, each movement of his hips pushing deeper and deeper like he was trying to fuck through the back of her skull.
Within moments his balls were beating her chin whilst her nose bounced against his leather jacket. The sloppy clack of his cock slamming her throat filled the van as he drained the air from her lungs.
She tried to scream for him to pause but the sound was broken and distorted, more like a gargle, and it only seemed to encourage him.
He began to thrust faster.
Vicky’s face became red and her body jolted as the vibrations made her cum and her body begged her to gasp for oxygen. She felt her eyes begin to roll into her head as he used her.
She was dizzy when he eventually pulled away with a spray of spit.
She gasped for air, her face sloppy with strings of drool and something much thicker that he’d dug from her throat.
As the goo poured off her chin Vicky stared at the stranger with a lustful intensity. Unable to speak she screamed. She wanted more but the Stranger merely listened as he played absently with the spit dripping from his cock.
When she was quiet he came to her again.
He slapped his cock against her face violently and Vicky quivered with each splatter. As if she wasn’t enough of a mess he used his shaft to smear drool across her face and Vicky felt spit clinging to her eyelashes as she stared into the mask.
The Stranger lifted a leg and rested it on a nearby cock before slipping his cock into her gaping mouth.
He then began to fuck her.
Vicky was helpless as he rammed her throat. All she could do was listen to sloppy squelch of his cock buried in her and hope he’d never stop.
Her mind exploded with the excitement of being at his mercy that she almost forget the sensation between her legs.
That was until a switch flicked somewhere and the buzzing intensified.
Vicky began to scream as he fucked her face. Her pussy throbbed as the vibrations rattled the van’s frame. She continued to scream on his cock as drool strung down from her chin and coated her body in goo.
She wondered where they were. She wondered if anyone could hear her being abused in the back of the van.
She wanted the world to know how good her body felt.
The Stranger tilted her head began and began to slam his cock against the back of her head. Vicky tried to stare at him but her eyes could not stop rolling as her body seized from a string of orgasms. She was no longer in control of the desperate gargle that bubbled in her throat.
His pace quickened and his cock began to throb inside her mouth as his hands squeezed her head.
He pulled out, spit spewing from her mouth, and began to sloppily jerk his cock in front of her.
Vicky tried to smile as her pussy drenched her thighs. She wanted to encourage him. She wanted him to know she wanted more.
The head of his cock began to pulsate and his hips jolted as he sprayed a thick rope of cum over her face. Vicky tilted her head in delight and watched as his cock continued to pulse and spray at least a week’s worth of cum. All the while he never made a sound.
By the time he’d finished her face was covered in warm, white goo.
The Stranger tucked his cock away and crouched so his face was level with hers. He pulled the hooks from her mouth.
She screamed noisily as her clit buzzed.
The Stranger tilted his head and watched her for a moment. As the orgasm subsided he lifted a gloved finger and began to scrape the cum from her face.
He slipped the finger into her mouth and she sucked it clean, as she stared into his mask. He continued to scoop stringy goo from her face, feeding it to her with lingering fingers that allowed her to relish the salty taste.
When she was clean the machine flicked off and Vicky was untied. She stumbled to her feet with unsteady legs.
Her crotch was already soaked but cum continued to drip down her legs. Behind her the machine and the surrounding floor were soaked with pussy juice and drool.
The Stranger flung the door of the van open and chucked her clothes onto the grass of a field. Vicky rushed to grab them before they were soaked by mud but a hand clasped her arm.
Out under the bare sky a hand reached between her legs and two fingers buried themselves deep into her hole. She gasped as he pulled his hand away, his mask lifted slightly to allow him to suck the leather gloves clean
The Stranger then turned away and climbed into his van. Vicky was left bare naked by the road as he sped away into the dark.
*
A news report pinged up on her phone the next morning about a robbery at a stately home in the early hours of the morning.
The vehicle was described as a large white van, and the suspect had been seen all in black.
As Vicky read the story she slipped a hand between her legs, her pussy still tender and red from her night in the van.