If you haven’t read the other chapters to this story, I highly recommend you check out my profile and find them. Though, this could probably be read somewhat standalone. Either way, enjoy.
Ch. 5: A Midnight Bumpy Ride
“Yo man… It ain’t fair.” A man driving a grey utility van says to the passenger up next to him.
“What ain’t fair?” the passenger asks.
“It ain’t fair that the ringer got to get his with her and he told us we can’t do nuthin.” The man, Martin, answers while focusing on the road he could barely see. The grey utility van with a graphic for cable company on the side is driving down an old, near abandoned back road through the woods that hugged New Exxonn.
“Probably cause he wants her all to himself.” The passenger, Greg, comments
“Ay… you’re right… but shit… I’d give my left nut to take a crack at the slut.”
“It’ll cost you more than that if Ringer finds out you did anything.”
“Shit…Maybe it’s worth it… Fuckin lucky Logan back there, I bet he’s fucking touching himself right now… I get to drive while that fuck gets to watch the hot bitch.” Martin says, referring to thug in the back of the van who was given charge to watch their precious cargo. Martin gets a chuckle out from Greg who then proceeds to pound on the metal door separating the driver cabin and the back of the van.
“Hey! Martin here says you’re back there touching yourself at the sight of Ringer’s little prize!” Greg shouts back, getting a chuckle and a grin out from Martin
“Yeah, what about it!? Leave me alone, you two can jack yourselves off up there!” Logan shouts in jest back. The thug wasn’t touching himself, but his cock was rock hard at the sight of the tightly tied up girl in front of him. The same cocky heroine who put a good amount of his friends in the hospital tonight.
Logan stared in awe at the girl who appeared to be unconscious, grinning like an idiot every time the van hit a bump in the road and caused the girls tits bounce about. The ropes above, below, and between her tits made her perky b-cup breasts jut out even more and even more appealing to the perverted thug watching her.
The heroine, the proud Rockette, isn’t actually unconscious, although she is exhausted from Jim’s fun with her and very humiliated. She’s quite conscious to all the lewd comments being made about her. Rockette is playing possum, attempting to wait for her strength to be regained and an opportunity for her to escape.
Oh man… I need to get out of here… I can barely feel my legs though… or my arms for that matter… The heroine contemplates her situation, trying to feel her situation out while being careful not to make too much movement. Her legs and arms were numb from the uncomfortable position she was tied in, hogtied and on her back meant her body weight was on top of her calves and arms. She wanted to writhe about into another position badly but knew she couldn’t. To complete her helplessness, the thugs had blindfolded her while Jim forced panties into her mouth after using them to clean the cum that had dripped out of her pussy and down her legs after he fucked her for the last time… It was the last thing she had felt, the cruel deviant wiping the cum down her thighs with her own panties before she passed out. He had stuck the cum-drenched panties into her mouth and secured it with duct tape, completing the look of a thoroughly defeated heroine.
I swear I’m going to kill that man. The heroine ruminates as she feels a wave of humiliation crash over her, tasting the cum of her cum-drenched panties. Rockette knew that Jim had done everything to humiliate her. He had done a good job too. Jim, the Ringer, had fucked her so thoroughly and made her orgasm repeatedly like no one had ever done, having her beg for him to fuck her in front of the goons. She could feel his cum dried and crusting on her face and on her sore tits. Rockette felt humiliated, low and an unbridled rage boiling inside of her.
“Fuck it. We got a little bit of time… I ain’t touchin her either…” Logan mutters, making his mind up about what he wanted to do. The perverted thug unzips his pants.
Oh my god, what is this creep planning on doing!?! Tess fights back the urge to scream in deviance or make any form of movement. She was afraid that if the men were to find that she was conscious, they would use the chloroform again to knock her out. She also knew that she didn’t have the strength yet to break out of the ropes…
A wave of heat crashes over the helpless heroine as she hears the thug begin to stroke his cock. The feeling is a mixture of anger and much to the heroine’s shame, arousal.
Up in the front cabin, the two other thugs hear the noise of the shuffling about in the back of the van as they drive down the quiet back roads.
“Oi… You hear that?” Greg inquires
“Yeah…” Martin answers, “You don’t think…?”
Greg looks back through the grated window on the metal door, “Oh Christ! Jesus! Marty! That fuck’s really doing it!? The mad lad’s really jacking off!”
“No shit!?” Martin exclaims, “Oi! You fuck! Ring’s going to kill you!”
“Hey! Hey! Assholes! Ringer ain’t going to do shit! I ain’t touching the bitch, just enjoying the sight!” Logan yells back at his friends, stumbling over to the metal door to close the metal shutter on the window grate.
The two men up in the front erupt in laughter, having caught their friend jacking off.
Oh geeze. The creeps! They’re just going to let their friend do this!?! Aughh! TESS contemplates, stewing in anger and humiliation, hearing the man watching her shuffle back..
“Okay…Where were we… ohh yeah… So fucking sexy… You dumb bitch… Coming in all high and mighty… Now look at you… Nothing but a cum covered slut… Fuck…” Logan mutters to himself as he continues to just look the bound heroine up and down, gawking at the sight of her
“Oh yeah… Fuck… I’m so close… Where should I cum… On your face? On your tits? On what’s left of your cute little uniform? In your-AH-Fuckk!” Logan cries out suddenly as he stumbles back. The van bounced hard, Martin having driven over a bump purposely to interrupt his friend’s jack off session in the back. “Oi! You fucks!” He screams as he scrambles back up to his knees, vigorously stroking his cock again, aiming it at the helpless heroine’s face.
Augh, that hurt… TESS thinks, now lying on her side… The young woman thinks about how more comfortable this position was, distracted for a second from the thought of the creep stroking his cock above her… Unfortunately her brief respite is short lived as she feels the first string of cum splash against her cheek… She wanted to scream, break out of the binds, and choke this man to near-death, but knew that she was helpless… I swear to god I’m going to kill this creep! She seethes as she feels more cum splash onto her face…
“Fuckk…yeahh…take it… Mmmmm…You like that slut? My cum painting your slutty face…aughhh… oh yeah… how about some for your cute little tits huh..” Logan grunts as his cock pulsates in his hand.
It’s hard for Tess to stay quiet and still as the thug lets the last of his jizz splash on her bare perky tits, her nipples hard from how cold it was in the van.
“Ughhh.. yeah… I bet your cute little nips are hard cause you can feel my warm cum dripping all over your slutty little face and tits huh?” Logan taunts the seemingly unconscious woman before fumbling with his pants to get them back on.
Ohmygod…ohmygod… The heroine thinks as she helplessly lies still, feeling the man’s cum slowly run down her face, unable to do anything about it. A familiar feeling of humiliation and shame washes over the girl as she struggles to remain calm and still.
Logan pulls out his phone and begins to take a few photos much to Tess’s chagrin, feeling more shame wash over her at the sound of each click of Logan’s photo app.
“Yeah… That’s right super-slut, all tied-up and covered in my cum… It’s a good look for you.” Logan mutters to himself while taking various shots at different angles of the helpless super-heroine.
I’m going to kill this man…. Rockette thinks to herself, fighting back the urge to attempt to break out of her binds and the urge to just cry in utter humiliation. Tess had never been this humiliated before, in a single act of masturbation, she feels as if she had been reduced to nothing but an object of this man’s lust. Tess knows she has to escape, there was no telling what would happen to her if she didn’t. In that feeling of fear and anger, Tess begins to feel a sudden rush of energy surge through her.
“Oi! Logan, we’re almost there.” Martin says back to Logan as the road begins to get bumpier.
“Boys, you’re going to love the photos I took of the little super-slut here.” Logan replies, scrolling through the new photos he had just acquired. Distracted, the thug fails to notice that Rockette had started to squirm and struggle.
“Grmmpgh!” Rockette grunts, having concentrated enough through anger and fear to summon her super-strength to break the ropes binding her wrists and around her chest. It all happens within a quick moment, that by the time Logan looks up from his phone his eyes meet the glare of a very angry super-heroine and freezes up for a few seconds. It is quite the sight, the sexy heroine, cum still dripping down her face and bare perky tits, daggers for eyes, and not very helpless anymore.
“Grmph-ah-blegh!” She yelps, ripping the tape off from over her mouth and spitting the panties out. She was going to have to rinse her mouth with mouthwash hundred times over after this.
“Oh shit!” Logan exclaims as he reaches behind his belt for the taser on it, but it’s too late. The heroine quickly lunges at the thug, ramming him into the backdoor of the van, knocking him out.
“Fuck! The idiot woke her up!” Greg says, looking back behind him, scrambling for his own taser-gun.
Reacting quickly, Rockette picks up the unconscious Logan and uses him as a shield as Greg fires the taser, the two darts landing into Logan’s back, who probably would have screamed if he was conscious. Rockette then launches Logan’s unconscious body to the front of the van while escaping from the back.
“What the fuck!” Martin yells as he feels his associate’s leg smack into his head, causing him to swerve hard off of the road and straight into a telephone pole.
From about half a mile away, Jim watches with a mix of disappointment, frustration, and awe at the men’s incompetence. He watched the topless heroine pop-out from the back of the Van and fly off before it had swerved off the side of the road and hit what seemed like the only telephone pole along the road. It would have been comedic if he wasn’t so livid.
…
Thank God I was able to escape… Tess reflects as she lands on top of the balcony of the abandoned apartment building next to her own actual apartment building. The building essentially had become her hideout, a relative safe haven for her. It had been a long day for the young super-heroine, and all she wanted now was a long shower.
Tess walks into the apartment from the balcony door, looking around one last time to ensure that she wasn’t followed somehow. Given the events of the day, Tess could feel herself more anxious than ever.
From the balcony staircase, Tess enters the first door to the right which leads to an empty studio-apartment, save for a mirror. The empty studio-apartment had slowly begun to become Tess’s base of operations as Rockette. ‘Rockette Station’ She called it in her head.
The teenage super-heroine looks into the mirror, seeing spots on her face, tits, and in her hair where gobs of cum had dried. Tess tears up, allowing herself to slide down against a wall behind her onto her ass. Tess stares at herself in the mirror, in the tatters of her costume.
Visions of her being utterly used and abused by Jim replay in her mind vividly. How helpless she had felt as he spanked her. How he fucked her hard against the table. How the man had made her cum again and again against her will with just his fingers.
Augh…Why is this turning me on… Tess shamefully thinks to herself, closing her eyes, letting her right hand slowly drift to her bare pussy underneath her dress.
“Ah…” Tess lets out a soft moan as she begins to rub her clit, eyes closed, imagining how Jim fucked her and made her cum again and again…
I should feel so ashamed that this is turning me on! Tess thinks while the scenario playing out in her head begins to develop even more…
“Oh-fuck!” Tess lets out in a hushed moan, careful not to make too much noise as she brings herself to climax, “Ah! Ooohh! Yes! Yes! Yess-OH\~” She moans, biting her lips to quiet herself as she cums.
Her eyes closed and her breathing heavy, Tess enjoys the brief moment of bliss until it begins to fade. As the pleasure fades and her wanton desire satiated, her feelings of shame and humiliation begin to crash over her. She opens her eyes and see’s herself in the mirror, sitting, her legs open enough for her to see her slick slit. She silently cries as she lets herself feel the shame and humiliation.
‘I’m such a failure…’ Tess thinks to herself as tears stream down her face.
Tess’s self-pity party doesn’t last too long, allowing herself to cry for a small moment of weakness before she begins to build herself back up.
‘Okay…That’s enough… It’s okay…I’m sure every heroine has gone through a little hiccup like that or two…’ Tess reassures herself while picking herself up from the ground. ‘I bet even Dynamo Dame and Silver Spectre had something like this happen too by now…’ She thinks about the two other up and coming super-heroines that the Hero League had sponsored as junior Heroes. They had gotten their sponsorship about a year before Tess had gotten hers.
Making her way through the bare abandoned apartment, she leaves from the backdoor which leads into a small backyard. The backyard leads into a small alleyway that her own actual apartment building shared, with her own room on the third floor having a window facing the alleyway.
Composed, partially reinvigorated, and with the aid of her power-assisting belt, Tess easily finds the energy to fly up to her window. Careful not to make too much noise as to not wake her roommate, she opens it and gently lands inside.
‘I think I’m going to need to take a break from Rockette for a little…‘ Tess tells herself, trying to calm herself down to allow her guard to go down. Eventually she pulls the disguise-device from her belt, enters her unique code and waves it over her hair and mask. The mask falls off and her hair changes from strawberry blonde to her natural light brunette.
Her power belt comes off next. ‘I’m surprised those idiots never took this off of me..’ She thinks as she ruffles through the pouches on the belt, eventually reaching the reinforced pouch that held her phone.
Tess turns her phone on and throws it on the bed. While she waits for all the messages and emails to load, she continues to undress and take a shower.
‘Oh god that feels so good…’ the girl thinks to herself as she feels the warm water splash against her shoulders and cascade down her body.
For half an hour, Tess just stands in the showers, washing her hair twice with shampoo and conditioner until the smell of cum is totally washed out of it. It isn’t until the water starts to get a little cooler as the boiler runs low on hot water that Tess turns off the shower.
With a towel wrapped around herself Tess makes her way back to her room. She changes into loose red gym short shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Finally comfortable, she falls back into her bed, eager for a long earned good night’s rest. Before she lets herself get too comfortable, Tess picks up her phone next to her to catch up on what she had missed while she was busy doing her best keeping the city safe (one could argue that the more time thugs and super villains spent tormenting her is less time spent terrorizing the city).
Her eyes glaze over most of the notifications. Random promotion emails, various social media notifications, a message and missed phone call from Sophie, and a few messages from an unfamiliar number.
181-983-9415: Hello.
It would be wise of you to reply as soon as possible.
Tess naively opens the messages. She doesn’t reply but the sender sees the read receipt.
181-983-9415: I see you got my messages.
“What the fuck…” Tess quietly mumbled to herself as she read the text, thinking about what kind of weirdo would be texting such aggressive messages. Maybe some creep lurking on any one of her social media pages, but she made sure her number wasn’t connected to any of them. She replies:
Tess: Who is this?
????: It doesn’t matter who this is. What matters is I know who you are.
Tess: ?
????: I know what you really are.
Tess’s heart skips a beat upon reading the stranger’s last text. ‘Impossible… There’s no way.’ She thinks to herself. She doesn’t reply.
????:A slut. Click to view link
Tess doesn’t want to click the link, but she knows she doesn’t really have any other choice and reluctantly opens the link.
Her heart sinks and stomach turns at what she sees. It’s a video of her in the BestCircuit bathroom touching herself in full 4K display. The video was about 5 minutes long, capturing every detail of her stripping off her pantyhose, touching herself, and cumming. The cameraman behind the hidden camera even took it upon themself to zoom in on her slick pussy as she rubbed her clit and her face as she quietly moaned while she came. The quality of the video was so good that it captured how stained her make-up and how cum still covered it.
She can’t believe she was being forced to relive such a humiliating and shameful moment. She didn’t think that the bathroom had been bugged by those creeps. She wouldn’t put it pass fucking Jim, Miguel, or the security guard, Greg.
Tess is furious. Furious that some no-dicked loser was trying to blackmail her now, furious that she had allowed herself to be put in such a situation, and frustrated that watching the video, knowing it was being used to blackmail her, was making her hot.
Tess: Who is this? Greg? Jim? Miguel? I’ll send this to the cops. I swear.
????: It doesn’t matter who I am, and no you won’t. Or else I’ll put that video and this one up on the Hub.
Click to view link
Tess nervously and begrudgingly clicks on the link. ‘Fuck.’ She thinks to herself as the video plays. It’s a video of her giving Miguel a blow-job in the back office of BestCircuit. The video is cut in such a way to avoid showing her hands cuffed behind her back. Watching the video makes her feel as if she were back in that room, helplessly being used to pleasure those sick perverted men.
????: Hot, right? You’ll be trending in no time.
Tess doesn’t reply. She couldn’t believe she was being put in this situation. ‘This can’t be happening…’ She laments to herself, her heart racing with anxiousness.
????: Nothing to say? Then I’ll take your silence as consent.
Tess:You’re sick.
You won’t get away with this.
????: We’ll see.
First thing I want you to do is to save my number as “Master”
Send me a screenshot once you’ve done that.
Tess can’t believe what she was reading, frozen with anxiety and a sensual trepidation. She hates how she can feel a small part of herself getting a little excited and hot at what was unfolding, despite how humiliating it felt.
????: I’m not a very patient person.
Upon reading the message, Tess gives in.
Tess: View Picture (It’s a screenshot showing Tess’s phone input of the number as Master)
Happy?
Master: Good.
I don’t like the attitude.
Second thing. You will address me as sir or master. Is that Understood?
Tess wanted nothing more than to take her phone to the Hero League and have them track down the location origin of the messages, find the sender, and beat him to a bloody pulp.
Tess: I understand.
Master: Apparently not. pronhub.com/misc!/GirlBJ.mp4
Tess’s eyes shoot wide open at the link sent to her. She clicks it and to her horror, a video of her giving Jim a blowjob plays upon the site loading. This video is zoomed mostly on her face, capturing how she gags and chokes on Jim’s cock. She understands what she has to do and reluctantly texts back to her blackmailer.
Tess: I understand, sir.
Can you please take down the video, sir?
Master: The video is set to private and accessible only by link. For now.
Tess: I understand, sir. I will be good, sir.
Master: Good.
Tess: What do I have to do for these videos to go away, sir?
Master: Obedience. Now. Tell me what you’re wearing.
…
Tess: Shorts shorts and a T-shirt, sir.
Master: Show me.
Tess doesn’t really understand why she answered truthfully, and she doesn’t really want to get up to take a mirror selfie for the creep. However, with the threat of becoming PronHub’s next best up and coming porn star, Tess knows she doesn’t really have a choice.
Taking her time the girl gets up from bed, looks in the mirror, fixes her hair a little and prepares to take the mirror selfie. She even poses a little and takes multiple pictures. She lays back onto her bed and sends her “master” one of the selfies she had just taken.
‘Not bad for rolling out of bed…’ Tess thinks.
Master:
Tess: View Picture
Master: Good girl.
Tess: Thank you, sir.
Tess is a little shocked at herself for having texted Thank you back quickly. It seemed almost instinctive, like how her pussy was getting wetter and wetter the longer she talked to her blackmailer, and she hated it.
Master:
Are you wet?
The coed is a little hesitant to reply.
Tess: A little, sir.
Master: Good. Show me, slut.
Tess feels herself sink even lower. She rolls back out of her bed and walks over to the mirror and sits down onto the floor on, feet back, knees forward, legs spread a little. She then nervously takes her short shorts and moves the fabric up and to the left just enough to see her wet little pussy. Against her better judgement that was getting clouded by how turned on she was getting, Tess takes a full body picture of herself, flashing her wet pussy with her eyes looking into the camera while she bites her lip. She takes a little bit to review the photo before sending it.
Tess: View Picture
Master: Very good girl.
Tess knows what the stranger was going to ask for next. She hadn’t gotten up from in front of the mirror yet.
Master: Now take a video and make yourself cum.
Tess is ahead of her blackmailer with her right hand down her short shorts, using two fingers two gently massage her clit. Her left hand holds the camera as still as she can as she continues to touch herself. She moves her hand so that one of her fingers pushes inside her pussy while her thumb rubs against her clit.
“Ohh..f-f-fuck…!” Tess lets out a soft moan. Her eyes close as she gets closer and closer, she pictures the videos she had just watched. Imagining being face-fucked hard by Miguel, Jim, and Greg, then how she was raped by Jim over and over again… She even imagines herself getting gang-banged in the back of the van she had escaped from… Imagining what would have happened if she hadn’t escaped… “Oooooh! Gawd!” She moans as she pushes herself over the edge, cumming hard.
Tess stops recording and lets herself rest against her bed, facing the mirror.
‘Must really like looking at myself to cum…’ she thinks to herself as she looks at herself in the mirror, how her body was still shaking from the powerful orgasm she had just given herself.
Tess: Click to view link
The stranger doesn’t reply immediately.
Master: Wow. That was very hot.
Very good girl.
Tess: Thank you, sir.
Master: This was a good start.
Talk to you later.
Successfully fighting the worst urges in herself, Tess does not reply to the blackmailer who now had photos of her flashing her pussy and a video of herself making her cum.
‘Geeze… Maybe this guy is right… Maybe I am just a slut…’ Tess reflects upon what had just occurred as she stands up from in front of her bed and slowly crawls into her bed, fully intent on falling asleep this time, blackmailer or not.
Tess lies in bed with a million thoughts and questions running through her head… Who is this new blackmailer? Could it be the creeps from BestCircuit? Someone else? What if it’s Jim, the ringer? He’s too fast…
The poor girl is so exhausted that it doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
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