Somehow, Vicky felt like she was born for this moment. It was a strange thought considering she was bound by her ankles and wrists in the trunk of a Cadillac.
Life before now had been a combination of what the fuck and you’re fucking kidding me. Add a slice of fuck me and top it off with a holy fucking shit and you’d have the ingredients for her 22 years on Earth. She had a life sequence of one shit show after another. Some weren’t of her own making. Some were.
Whoever her abductor was, he kept his car clean. The trunk had that new car smell still. Shock must have kept her from panic. A little thought screaming “SERIAL KILLER” broke in and out of her mind.
Vicky could see the back of the tail lights and the shine of the Cadillac emblem in the darkness of the trunk. It reminded her of the light coming from under the closet door when her sister had boys over. Or from when they both hid as their mother screamed from their fathers blows.
She regretted not wearing pants today. It probably wouldn’t have made a difference in her abduction but that carpet wouldn’t be chafing her thighs.
She’d worn the skirt knowing her thighs would grab attention at the party. Black against her skin was a killer combination. Her top was cute too hugging her the right way. It was a party so she didn’t bother with a bra. She never wore panties. Might as well have fun in college she’d thought.
She couldn’t tell what her abductor was listening to but she heard the radio. The rag covering her mouth was also covering her ears.
Vicky felt the Caddy move from smooth asphalt to what she thought was a gravel road. Her heartbeat quickened as she knew soon the trunk would open and she’d see her end coming.
Under the rag, she heard the low squeal of brakes and felt the car come to a stop. Her heart was now thudding in her mouth. Silent tears slid from her eyes on their own.
She felt cold air kiss her legs as the truck flew open. Rough hands pulled her out by the arms and legs. Those same hands gripped her by the ass as she was made to stand.
Through her tears, she couldn’t make out his face in the darkness. A calloused hand gripped her by the neck and bent her head first into the trunk. A heavy boot kicked her legs open as the hand still gripping her neck held her still.
She heard the clink of a belt buckle and to her surprise felt the heat of wetness between her legs. Life on the edge still turned her on, even when she knew death could be waiting for her the moment he was done. Her panties were pulled down and hung wrapped around her ankles.
She felt his tip press her slit. Vicky squirmed in his grip. She drew in as deep a breath as the cloth around her mouth would allow her.
The man was big. And her body betrayed her. Vicky loved being filled. She clenched on him and came, her wetness making him stroke her faster.
She came again, muffled moans amongst the sound of crickets. There was no end to her wetness. The man had moved both rough hands to grip her by the ass and waist. Vicky loved the roughness on her soft skin. She wished she could see him violating her. Could watch this strange man take her.
She felt the air on her legs as the man pulled out of her. One of his large fingers rubbed wetness from her crotch over the hole of her ass and Vicky knew what was coming.
She’d never done anal. Not even with her toys. This would hurt.
The firm grip the man had on her waist pinned Vicky as she bucked at the large cock going into her ass. His cock filling the tight space ripped into her hole. The penetration felt deeper.
Her pussy responded weeping. Rivers poured from her. The rag covering her mouth and ears slipped and she could hear his balls slapping against her ass. His cock touched something that shattered her reason. She shook with each penetration.
Her final orgasm finally satisfied the man and he emptied himself in her ass with a final thrust. Vicky felt each pulse as it poured into her. He stayed inside her, extending his pleasure, rough hands leaving bruises on her ass.
The man stepped back from her and pulled his jeans back on. Still panting, Vicky spoke to her abductor.
“I figured you’re gonna kill me now, but, you think we could do this one more time?”
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