Dakota
BY: B D Phillips
E Mail: BDPhillX2@Aol.com
Morning has just begun in down town Fargo North Dakota, as a frail looking man walks up
two flights of stairs towards a moderately styled penthouse apartment. Upon reaching the
desired apartment, he reaches out and rings the doorbell.
"Hey Charles!" A young blonde haired girl in her early 20's greets.
"Come on in big brother!" She offers, dripping wet, holding a towel around her with one
hand, while opening the door with the other.
"I was in the shower!" She explains, stating the obvious. "Make yourself at home while
I get dressed...There is some coffee left in the kitchen?" She offers, exiting the room to
towel off and get dressed in the privacy of her bedroom.
Within minutes, she remerges dressed in shorts and a tank top shirt.
"What's up?" She inquires, sitting down in a chair beside her brother.
"Any news on Margaret?"
Charles is silent for a moment, before removing a video tape from his coat pocket.
"It's gotten worse Robin," He stated handing her the tape. "Play it!"
The kidnappers have upped their ransom from 1.5 to a full two million dollars,
and sent me this tape to show what will happen to Margaret if they fail to get their
money on time."
As the tape begins, a big man draped in a black hood appears.
Evening, Mr. Lefler!" He began, intentionally showing a long, sharp knife for the
camera to record. "We thought we'd give you a first hand look at what we'll be
doing with your wife, while you're getting our money together," he explains,
as the camera angle widens
"I have no doubt, you know who this is? He announces, referring to a woman in
her mid 30's, standing in the middle of the room, with her arms tied above her head.
"Remember!" He continues.
"The longer it takes us to get our money...the longer we get to enjoy your wife!"
He stated, walking in front of his bound captive.
"First...let's make her a little more comfortable...shall we?"
Slowly, he cuts down the front of her dress with his knife.
Then, after her shredded dress falls to the floor, he points his knife at her brassiere.
"These things," He shook his head, cutting away the shoulder straps.
"Are so restraining!" He laughs, cutting away the rest of the garment, as the
camera shows it fall to the floor.
Hesitating for a moment for the camera to record her plight, he then slowly lowers
the blade of his knife towards her panties.
"I love this part!" He commented, slowly inching the blade through the thin, silk
material of her panties until, like her brassiere, it is video taped falling to the floor as
well.
Now completely naked, he hesitates again to let the camera record her struggles,
while he removes a leather whip from off of a nearby wall.
"Well...let's just see how much pain this bitch can take...shall we?" He stated,
roughly fondling her well developed breasts, before he walks back behind her.
"Scream for your old man!" He laughs, raring back with his whip, as the tape
abruptly ends. For a moment, there is silence as Robin ponders over what she
had just witnessed.
"Have the police turned up any leads yet?" She finally asked.
Charles repositions himself on the couch.
"No," He responds. They found an old farmhouse about 20 miles from here
that they think the kidnapers could have held her at, but when the police
went up there...they found it empty?"
Robin smiles slightly. "But...you don't buy it...do you?" She responds.
Charles nods.
"And...You'd like me to check it out...don't you?" She adds.
Again Charles nods.
"With all that survival training, and the Martial Arts Dad taught you...If
anyone can sneak up on those bastards ...it's you!"
Charles is silent again for a moment.
"Look," He comments. "I know you and Margaret aren't the best of
friends...and sometimes she can be a real....?
"BITCH ?" Robin answered for him, with just a hint of a smile on her face.
Charles grins.
"I suppose?" He conceded.
"But, she doesn't deserve THAT kind of treatment...no one does!"
Robin shakes her head.
"Alright," She agreed. "I'll do it!"
Charles reaches over and hugs her. "Thank you!"
* * *
8:22, Robin observes an old deer hunting camp from the concealment of
some overgrown weeds about a hundred yards or more away.
She had checked out the farmhouse that her brother Charles mentioned,
but found nothing.
Then she remembered a remote hunting camp, that she had heard been
recently shut down when a new and better location had been found. The
camp was still fully equipped ...even the utilities such as water, gas and
electricity were still connected.
A perfect place for a hideout, she thought.
She had in surveillance of the camp for an hour now, when she notices
a woman walk out of the weather-beaten old lodge.
The woman stops by an early model Chevrolet Impala, leaning over the
front fender, rummaging though her purse, until she finds a pack of
cigarettes.
As the woman takes a drag on her cigarette, she turns her head, almost
looking straight at her. "Margaret?" Robin puzzled, noticing that the
woman did not seem to be held there against her will.
From her vantage point, she could see others in the lodge milling
about inside. She could count at least five men...if she was to do something,
she had to do it fast!
"Damn," Robin cursed silently, realizing her Cell phone had no signal.
Robin's hand instinctively touches the handle of her knife, as she contemplates
her next move? She did not intend to use it...nor, has she ever!
But, as her grandfather had often told her...It is always good to be prepared.
Robin moves out...reaching an old Oak tree out of visual range of the Lodge.
She ducks behind it a moment to catch her breath, then steps out five feet
behind Margaret.
"Pssst!" Robin whispered to get her attention.
The woman turned around with a look of surprise on her face.
"Robin?" She responds.
"What are you doing here?"
Robin walks in closer to her, until they are almost face to face.
"I came to get you out of here," Robin said simply.
"Now lets go, before your kidnappers spot us!"
Margaret hesitates a moment, then when Robin turns away to
survey the area...she runs away as fast as she could in her high heeled
shoes towards the lodge.
"John!!" She yelled, as two men were coming out of the lodge.
For a moment, neither man made a move, totally surprised by Robin's
presence there...then the two men closed in on her. Robin takes down
the first man with a series of karate moves.
"Come on tough girl!" The second man challenges, maintaining his
distance from her, not planning on underestimating his female opponent's
fighting skills like his partner did.
When he finally chooses his attack form...the second man rushes her.
Robin easily counters his best move and slams her knee into the man's
mid-section. The man drops to his knees groaning in pain.
As he gasps for breath, Robin sees three more men looking her over.
They hesitate a moment, then rush her.
As the first two men close from different sides, Robin leaps into the air
and kicks out with both legs, slamming a foot into the jaws of both men
simultaneously, sending the two men sprawling to the hard ground.
The two men struggle to rise, but their world is just a spinning mass of
pain...they quickly give up the idea, and let the others tangle with the female
Hell cat.
The last man, stunned by what he just witnessed, pulls his gun from
his belt and fires in a panic. Two rounds hit the dirt barely an inch from
Robin's position as she dives out of harms way just in time.
"Shit!!" the man curses, as he rushes in closer to get a better shot.
As her deadliest threat closes in, Robin already has her counter attack
planned and is ready to spring on her armed foe, when she feels a hand
grabbing at her ankle.
Realizing that one of the men must have recovered, she turns her
Attention briefly to the new threat. She yanks her foot out of the grasp of
the man lying on the ground, then realizes several other men had
recovered as well and were closing in on her.
Spinning around to face the horde of men approaching, Robin felt the hard,
dull thud of a gun butt slamming against the back of her head.
"Unnnnnhhhh!!!" she groaned, falling to the ground in a fog of pain, after
foolishly forgetting the approaching gunman.
Suddenly hands reach down and yank her to her feet. Still groggy, she can
not stand on her, and slumps back into her captor's arms. She can feel fingers
in her hair and suddenly her head is roughly yanked backwards.
As Robin looks into the faces of her captors, she sees only distorted images.
She can tell they are speaking to her, but their voices are mainly garbled
nonsense.
Finally she hears what sounds like bitch, and then feels her face being slapped.
Ironically, the slap she felt snaps her almost out of her trance, and is aware
that she is being drug backwards. Robin begins to struggle, but her captors
maintain a firm grasp on her.
As best she can determine, she is being forced over between two narrow trees.
"Hold still bitch!" one man curses, as he begins to tie her right wrist to one of
the trees, while another man ties her left wrist to the other tree.
"Tie this Cunts legs too!" One of the recipients of her scissor kick insisted.
the two men nod, and yank Robin's legs apart, lashing her ankles in a similar
fashion to her wrists, and then join the other men to admire their work.
Helplessly bound in the form of an X, Robin barely starts to struggle, as
Margaret returns. With her, is a big man...about 250 lbs. Robin notices he is
nearly six foot tall and very muscular...she would guess his age to be close
to thirty-five years old.
From the way Margaret lovingly embraces the man, Robin can easily tell
Margaret is not being forced to be with these people.
"John," Margaret announces, motioning to Robin. "This is my sister in law
Robin...Robin...this is my man John." She said, in a sarcastic gesture
answering both John's and Robin's silent inquiries.
Margaret looks into Robin eyes, reading a look of puzzlement, but knows
that an explanation is not needed...her sister in law is no idiot! She is fully
aware that Robin has put two and two together, and has figured out that
she is Staging this kidnapping hoax in order that she and John can get their
hands on Charles inheritance.
Margaret steps forward to stand within a foot of Robin's helpless form.
"You should have never come here," Margaret said in a low whisper.
"I think you know what happens now."
Margaret retreats and John walks up behind Robin.
"So, you're this Robin Bitch I hear my babe Margaret here always
complaining about," he said, making Robin jump, when his colds touch
her bare midsection.
Slowly, John inches his hands up her body, noticing she has no bra on
"Nice Tits!" John implied, his huge hands now on her breasts, squeezing
them roughly through the fabric of her camouflaged tank top. As she squirms
in his grasp, John takes her nipples in between his thumb and forefingers.
"Stop it!!" Robin protests, feeling his erection growing, as his crotch rubs up
against her ass in the process of fondling her.
John gives her Tits another quick tweaking, then suddenly thrusts
his hand in between Robin's thighs, making her yelp, as he cups her crotch,
fingering her pussy through her shorts and panties.
John suddenly withdraws his hand from her crotch and slowly walks around
in front of Robin. He is silent for a moment as he looks her over once more,
noticing that her nipples protrude through the fabric of her tank top each
time her chest heaves up and down from her heated protest.
Suddenly, without warning...he slams his fist into her stomach.
Taken by surprise by the blow, Robin can barely breathe, as John follows up
his attack, by slugging her four more times. When he finally retreats, Robin can
not stand on her own. If not for that fact that she was tied to the two trees,
she would surely have fell to the ground in a heap.
"Strip her!"
* * *
A few minutes later, at his lavish, but still quite simple home, Charles Lefler
tries once more to reach his little sister Robin, but to his dismay, the same
recording keeps responding after 4 rings.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!" Charles screamed in frustration, tossing his Cell
phone five feet away on the couch.
"Where can that girl be?"
* * *
Minutes later, inside one of the larger bedrooms of the deer camp lodge, John and
Margaret sit in opposing arm chairs beside an open window, awaiting their evenings
entertainment.
Several feet away, a queen sized bed has been prepared for the occasion.
"Where the hell are those guys with that cunt?" John fumed.
Almost as if on que...there was a knock on the bedroom door
"Well...Here's your little bitch now!" Margaret laughed, patting John on the thigh.
"Enter!" Margaret responded.
There is a sound of a struggle in the hallway, then the door swings wide open and
two men burst through the archway, with their unwilling captive.
"Let me go you Bastards!!" Robin cursed, as she is drug forward.
John and Margaret stand, as Robin is held before them, watching with amusement,
as She whips her head back and forth in futile protest, causing her small, but shapely
Tits to dance enticingly upon her chest, as she stands there with her hands tied
behind her back, dressed only in her light blue cotton panties.
John felt his cock strain against his trousers.
"Get out!" John ordered gruffly to the other men.
Not really phased by Johns remark, the two men release their hold on Robin, and
Turn around to head back the way they came.
Just as the door was about to close behind them, Robin suddenly kicks John in the
stomach, causing him to plow into Margaret, then rushes to get through the door,
before she was trapped inside. But she is a second too late, and bounces off the
hard surface, as the door shuts in her face.
In desperation, Robin turns to grip the door knob with her bound hands, but her
Attempt is cut short, when John's fist again slams into her stomach.
John is a strong man, and his powerful blow knocks the wind right out of her
and she crumples like a rag doll to the floor.
As Robin fought to regain her senses, John moves quickly, and tossed her onto the bed.
Robin felt a wave of fear sweep over her as John yanks off her panties.
In seconds she was completely naked.
"You aint going no where bitch!" He yells, slapping her hard across the face, several
more times, as she tries to get up from the bed.
"This is gonna be way more fun than I thought!" He sneered, tossing her panties across
the room, as stands up to take off his pants. Robin scrambles backwards on the bed to try
and escape, but freezes in place, when a shot from Margaret's gun misses her head by inches.
"Keep your little Ass on that bed Sugar!" Margaret warned, pointing her gun at Robin for a
second shot if she moved, in the slightest.
Robin hesitantly obeys her wishes,.
"Oh, this is gonna be sweet!" John boasted, dropping his underwear to free his erect cock.
John stood there for a moment, stroking his huge member with his hand, and then walks
slowly towards Robin, seeing the fear in her eyes as he walks naked over to the bed.
"Now you heard the Lady," John comments, as he crawls across the bed to grip both of
Robin's ankles.
One in each hand, he pulls her towards him slightly, before yanking her legs wide apart.
"I'm not gonna bother with the fore play!" He announces, maneuvering in between her
naked thighs. "My damn cock is already as hard as it's gonna get!"
"Time for some of your sweet little Pussy!" John announces, enjoying it as Robin struggles
beneath him, trying to keep him from entering her.
"That's right baby!" He laughs.
"Let's see how long you can keep me from fucking your Ass?"
Margaret put the gun down on a little table beside her and grabbed for a glass of white
wine she had poured herself, relaxing in her arm chair, as John prepares to have his way
with Robin. She couldn't help but wonder, just how long her spunky young sister in law
could keep him out of her?
"Unnnnnhhh!" Robin finally grunts in defeat, as the head of John's Cock separated her
pussy lips. She turned her head away and spotted Margaret in her chair sipping on her
glass of wine. She wondered how she could just sit there quietly and let John do this to
her?
Robin knew they were not the best of friends...but how could she let her own sister
in law be raped?
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!" Robin screamed, as John finally pushed into her.
"Damn...you got a tight little hole!" John grunted, forcing his 10 inches of meat into
her pussy. Soon, John fills her with his manhood. Robin was not a virgin, but still, she had
never even imagined in her wildest dreams, having a cock of this magnitude inside her.
John thrust again, penetrating deeper this time. He was thoroughly enjoying his conquest.
Many times he had forced himself on a woman, but usually they would be bawling like a baby,
before he even thrust inside them.
This girl was truly unique. She was a strong willed one...
And he was going to enjoy breaking her!
John thrust into her again and again...and with each thrust he got further and further inside her.
Robin felt as though a baseball bat was being shoved into her. But she refused to cry.
She knew that’s what he wanted her to do...and she would be damned, if she would give the
bastard the satisfaction!
John flashed a grin of conquest. He now had all 10 inches of his cock in her and was ready to
give her the fucking of her life!
Robin clenched her teeth and looked away. She knew her struggles at this point were futile.
It would only cause her more pain and give her rapist greater pleasure.
John pistoned in and out of her like a machine.
Robin was in agony...she could feel his testicles slap her inner thighs, as he pounded into her.
John was so immersed into breaking the young woman beneath him, that her literally raised her
off the bed with each thrust.
John raped her hard for another 20 minutes.
He was a master at controlling his ejaculation. But, even he had his limits, as he felt an
unstoppable orgasm heading his way.
"Oh, shit...I'm gonna blow my fucking load!" He cursed, slowing his thrusts slightly.
Robin strained her muscles in a final act of resistance. There was little she could do to get him
out of her, but she had to try? She was unprotected...and if he came inside her...she could
very well be impregnated with his child.
Finally...with one final thrust, he stopped and pressed his cock forward inside her.
Robin turns away to hide her tears, as she feels the warm spurt of his sperm inside her.
"OOOOOOHHH!!!!" He moaned in pleasure, forcing his lips to hers in a forced kiss,
his hands like two steel vices, squeezing at her breasts, as he ejaculates, flooding her womb
with his semen.
"Hey...save some of that for later!" Margaret laughed, as he continued to force his slobbery
kisses on Robin. Mauling her tits, even though his cock has long since gone soft between her
thighs.
John hesitates a moment, and then lifts himself up off the debased young woman beneath him.
He stops a moment at the foot of the bed looking down at Robin grinning.
"What a great piece of Ass!"
Exhausted, John lumbers over and plops down naked in his chair, his cock still dripping
semen, after his long rape session, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, as he takes a
bottle of cold water from Margaret that she hands him. "Thanks Doll!" He replied.
Robin just laid there naked on the bed...her legs still spread wide from John's assault,
trying to put into Perspective what had just happened to her.
"Oh, poor baby!" Margaret teases, getting up from her chair, walking slowly and seductively
towards Robin with the bottle of white wine she was drinking earlier.
"Was my man's Pecker too much for you to handle?"
Robin looked up at her. She was scared, hurt and humiliated on the inside...but on the
outside, she put out a brave front for her captors. "Margaret," She threatened, forcing
herself to sit up slightly.
"When I get my hands on you....?
"Yeah, yeah...I know!" Margaret interrupts. "You'll...Kick my Ass...You'll beat the Shit
out of me...I'll wish I had never been born...You'll Kill me...I'll pay for this...
"Is there anything I missed there Sugar?" She sighed.
Robin turned away...she knew any furthur remarks by her were futile, so she just
decided to bid her time, until she could wipe that damn smirk off Margaret's face with
her fist.
"You know, Margaret commented, licking her lips, as she leers down at the naked
form her younger sister in law. "I've always wanted to check out your hot little buff body
"You got yourself a nice set of Tits there little sister!" Margaret responds.
"Fuck you," Robin said almost inaudible, feeling herself blush at Margaret's comment.
"No," Margaret responds. "I think we'll let John take care of the Fucking!" She said simply.
"But, I do believe I'll suck on those Titties of yours for a little while!"
With that remark, Margaret advanced on her.
Robin raised her legs to kick at her, but Margaret anticipated her response and sat down
on her legs before she could react. As Robin squirmed, Margaret took several long zip ties
from her pocket and cinched Robin's ankles together, and then her knees.
"That aught to hold your Ass!" Margaret states getting up from off the bed to undress.
Once naked, Margaret reaches for the bottle of wine she had.
"A good year!" She comments, reading the label on the bottle.
"It should go nicely with these Gourmet Tits of yours!" Margaret responds, giggling like a
spoiled school girl, as she pours wine all over Robin's nude form.
"Stop it you bitch!" Robin complains, as Margaret evenly distributes the contents of the
bottle, taking one final sip of the wine, before emptying the last of it around Robin's face,
drenching her hair in the liquid, before she tosses away the bottle.
"You sick Bit....Uummmpphhh!" Robin responds, being cut off in mid sentence, when
Margaret forces her mouth to hers, trying to force her tongue in Robin's mouth.
"Open you mouth Cunt!" Margaret curses, pinching Robin's nipple with her long finger nails.
"Now!!" She demands, increasing the pressure, by twisting her nipple.
When Robin finally breaks down and obeys, Margaret's hand releases Robin's nipple, and
wraps around her breast.
From his relaxed position in his chair, John can feel his cock tingle with excitement as he
views the all girl XXX action. "Go for it Doll face!" He shouts encouragement to Margaret.
"Suck that bitches Titties!"
Margaret's hands now roam freely all over Robin's body. She sucks lustfully on her wine
drenched breasts for a long while, then her hands replace her mouth, as she again forces her
tongue into Robin's mouth.
Margaret's own double DD Tits rub exotically against Robin's own much smaller breasts,
her dark brown pubic hairs intertwining with Robin's small patch of blonde, as their hips brush
back and forth against each other.
Despite her utter disgust of Margaret's actions, Robin had a hard time resisting the surge of
sexual fever building up inside her own body. Unlike John's savage rape...Margaret's approach
was almost gentle and passionate. And, despite the situation, she was after all....
a Normal woman.
Margaret noticed the change in Robin as well, and slowly worked her hand downwards.
"UMMPFFFHHH!" Robin moans loudly, still stifled by Margaret's tongue in her mouth, as
fingers push in between her legs. Soon Margaret can feel Robin's hips grind involuntarily, beneath
her touch, as she plays with her pussy.
Margaret knew Robin was nearing an orgasm and suddenly she stopped her advances. To both
Robin's and John's surprise, she got up off of her and retreated back to her arm chair, leaving
Robin once more to question what has just transpired?
"You are so fucking mean!" John laughs.
Margaret grins, exchanging dirty looks with Robin.
"Yeah," she giggles. "I know!"
John joins her in a brief laugh, then gets up to take a piss. When he returns, he starts to put on
his pants in front of Margaret.
"Are you finished fucking her?" Margaret asked, with a look of surprise on her face.
John looks over at her, and then over at Robin. "Hardly," He states, almost emotionless.
"I just want to make that tape for your old man, while I rest my dick!"
Margaret shrugs.
"What ever you want Honey bunch!" She concedes.
Still completely bound, Robin can only squirm, as John picks her up in his arms.
"Get the camera for me Doll!" He asks Margaret, as he carries Robin off with him to the kitchen.
The trip was a short one...It takes John roughly six long strides to traverse the distance, and
flop his captive down on top of a wooden table in the center of the room.
"Now, to make you look a little more uncomfortable," John said with a round of sarcasm,
looping a makeshift noose around her neck. Robin finds herself starting to choke slightly, as he
pulls the noose taunt, securing the other end of the rope to the table behind her head.
But john knew what he was doing...he had no intention of killing the sexy young heroine...
At least not yet!
Robin heard a sound behind her, and realized, John was tearing off a section duct tape
from a roll. "I can't have you giving us away by ole Chucky reading your lips...now can I...?"
He laughs, pressing the tape to her lips as a gag.
Just about that time, Margaret returns, along with another man.
"I brought your hood John," she replies, with a look of surprise at Robin's state of bondage.
But, Robin can find no look of sympathy in her eyes, as she looks down at her for a moment.
"You wanna fuck her Lenny?" John asked casually.
John watched as Lenny's eyes seemed to glow with lust.
"Yeah," Lenny responds, looking over at John to see if he was serious about his offer.
"I want to Fuck her real bad!"
John hesitates a moment...then to everyone's surprise, he grabs his knife, and cuts
away the Zip ties that bind Robin's knees and ankles together.
"Help yourself Bro!' He calmly implied, walking over to stand by Margaret.
"The tape can wait."
Lenny cracked a smile.
"Time to pay up ya little Cunt!" He announces, stripping off his shirt, before
starting to unbutton his pants. Lenny drops his shorts and proudly stands naked
before everyone in the room, stroking his ever growing erection.
Margaret seemed a little disappointed.
"Not quite the stud you are!" She comments, getting a grin out of John.
"But he does pack some serious meat there!" She adds,
Encouraged by her comment, Lenny moves in on Robin.
As Lenny reaches out to grab for her ankles and spread her legs, suddenly Robin cocks
her legs back and kicks Lenny across the room.
Robin knew right away it was a mistake...she acted on pure instinct.
She knew, restrained as she was, she could not capitalize on her attack. She also
knew, that her attack would only serve to infuriate her rapist...
And he would make her pay for it!
Lenny was too angry to speak. He fumed, as he once again advanced on her.
Again, Robin tried to attack, but this time, he was ready for her. Lenny caught one ankle,
then the other, gripping them both in a vice like grip, savagely yanking her legs apart.
"Hold still you Fucking Bitch!" He yells, punching her in the stomach a few times, before
she ceased her struggles.
As Lenny mounts her, John motions for Margaret to start recording with the camera.
For 10 minutes, Lenny rapes her, pumping in and out of her pussy like a madman.
Then he suddenly pulls out of her and starts to Tit fuck her!
Holding her firm young mounds securely in his hands, he relentlessly slides his
throbbing shaft back and forth in between her breasts, until he reaches the limit of his
sexual restraint, and ejaculates all over her Tits, neck, and shoulders
Spent... Lenny climbs off her and there is a slight hesitation, as John dons his black
mask to replace Lenny in front of the camera. John makes a short, but graphic video
tape, re-emphasizing his demands for ransom, then the camera fades out.
Pulling the tape out of the camera, John hands it to Margaret.
"Have Sam run this out to your old man...will ya Doll?" He said, ripping the tape from
Robin's mouth.
"How's it feel to be a Porn star?" He laughs, untying the rope under the table beneath
her head, before slowly removing the noose from around her neck.
Robin says nothing, but the look in her eyes is one of defiance.
"Still aint had enough dick yet...hunh?" John chuckles.
"Hell...I'm ready for another go round!" He states,
"Come on bitch...lets see if we can mount that Ass of yours this time?"
Before she can react to his boast, Robin is yanked to her feet by the hair and
blindfolded. "Come on cunt!" she hears John yell. "Lets get down to it!" he said,
slapping her on the Ass, to make her move forward.
"I promised Margaret a roll in the hay sometime tonight too!"
Robin could barely walk, and finally had to be drug the rest of the way by John
and Lenny, who finally sling her forward.
She halfway expects to land on a bed...but to her surprise, the only thing she
recognizes is the hard floor beneath her, as she slides along the wood floor planks,
coming to a stop face down.
Robin was in a daze.
She heard footsteps and the sound of a zipper.
A moment later, she heard the floor creak, and felt hands pulling her legs apart.
"Spread those fucking legs!" She heard, John curse, feeling his erect member slide
along her butt crack.
"Shit!" John chuckles. "If your Ass is anything like your pussy was..."I'm gonna
blow another gallon of cum in here!" He laughs, letting his hard cock slide down
to the entrance of her anus.
Robin renews her struggles, as the head of John's shaft separates her butt cheeks.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Robin screams, as his cock pushes into her Ass.
"Fuck...you got a tight damn hole!" John swore, as he bores into her.
"GAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!...STOP... IT HURTS!!!" She begs, as he savagely takes her.
"YOU"RE TOO BIG!!"
Her cries are music to John's ears. Mercilessly he continues to rape her, reducing
her to a sobbing wreak. Again and again, he pumps in and out of her, savoring the
sweet tightness of her anal canal.
Finally, he nears his peak and pulls out of her.
Grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands, John strokes his throbbing cock along
her butt crack for a few moments, and then, finally ejaculates...pumping semen all
over Robin's lower back and shoulders, before withdrawing.
Lenny hesitates a moment to take in the beauty of Robin's slightly tanned body,
then drops to his knees for his turn. Robin didn't resist him...she just want it over with,
and laid there unmoving, as he pushed into her Ass.
Lenny was not nearly as big as John was...but it hurt plenty as he slammed into her!
Lenny raped her relentlessly for 20 minutes and then, follows John's example and
ejaculates over her.
Both men stand there looking down upon her for several long moments...then walk
out of the room, leaving the defiled heroine still bound, blindfolded, and completely
naked on the floor, dripping with their semen.
After a few minutes, Robin ignores her pain and rolls over onto her back.
Still blindfolded, she sees only darkness about the room as she attempts to access
her situation.
She slowly props herself up against the wall, and is about to work on freeing herself
from her ropes, when she hears multiple sets of footsteps all around her.
Fear suddenly fills her again, as she realizes she was going to be gang raped.
* * *
5AM...back in Fargo...Charles opens the front door to bring in the morning paper.
Up all night, waiting for some news from Robin, he notices a package by the door.
His blood ran cold...he knew exactly what was inside.
It was the same type of package that the tape of Margaret's abduction came in.
Apprehensive, he picks up the box and takes it inside.
No surprise, he takes the tape out of the box and inserts it into the V C R.
There is nothing for a moment, then the picture is unsteady. Finally, the image of
Robin's face comes into focus.
Charles begins to tremble slightly, as he notices that she is naked.
"My god!" He gasped, noticing the noose around her throat.
She seemed to look right at him...to tell him something, but with her mouth taped
up he couldn't tell for sure?
As the camera pulls back slightly, Charles can see that someone else is there...
A man!
A close up camera shot shows hands squeezing at her breasts.
Then the camera pans in on Robin's face.
Charles can see the look of terror in her face...It actually amazed him?
Robin was always so sure of herself when they were kids.
He couldn't ever remember a time she showed any sign of fear.
The sound from the video seemed to increase, as the camera panned down to
Robin's hips. The camera showed her legs spread wide, as the man in the video
raped her relentlessly. Robin's moans and protests along with the man's carnal
noises blasted out of the television speakers.
Charles wanted to turn off the T V, but knew the kidnappers had a message
imbedded in the horrible imagery that was necessary for him to hear.
The horrible rape finally ends, and a familiar hooded figure takes it's place in front
of the camera.
"Seems like you tried to pull a fast one on me!" The figure spoke, as the camera
moves in closer.
"Not smart!"
"You sent you Kung Fu sister here to rescue your wife...but as you can tell ...she
wasn't successful!" The figure, exclaimed, as the camera pulls back to view the entire
naked form of Robin.
"As you can see," the figure responds, molesting one of her breasts.
"We had a little fun with her!"
There is a brief silence, as the camera closes in on Robin...to record her
expression, then the figure comes back into focus.
"The Ransom is now Five million!" the figure demanded.
"That is...if you want your wife...and your little sister back?" He stated.
There is another brief pause, as the camera focuses on Robin again, then back to
the figure. "Have the money at the agreed on location at 10 A.M. today! The
figure instructed.
Or, they're both Dead Meat!"
With that statement...the camera fades out...
Charles is silent for minutes after the tape ends, then picks up the phone.
"Glen?" He starts when the person at the other end of the phone answers.
"Yeah...I know it's early!" he said. "Glen," he repeats.
"I need your help!"
* * *
7 A M...Robin slowly awakes.
She had been gang raped by John's associates for several hours, after John
and Lenny had their way with her...and at some point during the rapes she had
passed out...
she didn't know when?
But she was quite certain, her lack of consciousness...
Did not deter them in the least!
Robin was still blindfolded, and the morning sun, replaced the darkness she saw,
with a bright red glow, due to the color of the red material of her blindfold.
She groans, as she attempts to move.
After a moment, she realizes that she is still bound, lying flat on her back.
Her legs are spread wide...
Obviously, the way her attackers left her, after they were finished raping her.
As Robin's senses became keener...she realized she was not alone in the room.
Her first reaction was fear.
Was she going to be raped again?
But, then her nose picked up a familiar fragrance of perfume.
"Margaret," She realized, suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps across the
wood floor. She also recognized the sound...it was the sound of Margaret's high
heeled shoes...she knew the sound well!
The sound suddenly stopped, and the smell was over powering...
Robin knew Margaret was right in front of her.
With no warning...her blindfold was removed.
As her eyes adjust to the light, Robin finds herself looking into Margaret's
emerald green eyes.
"Morning little sister!" Margaret greeted, holding a bottle of water in her right
hand. "Thought you may be thirsty?" Margaret said, uncapping the bottle of water,
putting it up to Robin's eagerly awaiting lips.
Margaret tipped the bottle upwards, and Robin drank every drop.
Margaret laughed. "My, you were thirsty!" She said, putting aside the empty bottle.
"See...I can be nice," She said, as her fingers encircle Robin's left breast.
"Very nice!" Margaret adds, taking her young sister in law by surprise, as she
squeezes her firm, soft mound in her hand.
Robin pulled away. "Get your paws off me!" She protested, refusing to accept
her advances, although after the savagery she had experienced since her capture,
Margaret's actions would have been almost welcomed.
But Robin still had some dignity left... and she wasn't going to lose it...
No matter what they did to her?
Margaret was furious...she lashed out and slapped Robin across the face
with her hand. "Bitch!" She cursed, getting up off the floor.
"You'll be sorry you didn't play nice!" Margaret threatened, as two men walk
into the room.
"Bring her in the other room!" Margaret ordered.
Obediently, the two men grab Robin under the arms and drag her into the
bedroom, where John awaits with Margaret. The men stop in front of John and
force her to her knees.
"Well...good morning Angel Titties!" John greeted, feeling his cock stiffen
slightly at the sight of her nakedness.
"Asshole," Robin said under her breath, just loud enough for John himself
to hear.
John was amazed?
Here was a woman who had been raped and humiliated for countless hours...
And yet she refused to be tamed despite it all...she was truly unique!
John shifted slightly in his chair, then signaled for the men beside her to retreat.
"I got some good news for you Angel Tits!" He announces.
"You're coming with us to Mexico after we get the ransom from ole Chucky."
He said, with a slight grin.
"Now... aint that better than the bullet in the brain, we had originally
planned for you!" He casually stated, looking over at Margaret.
"That is," He adds. "Until, we grow tired of your Ass...
Then, were gonna sell your used up Pussy to some local Whorehouse!"
"Now," John said grinning, as he stands up to unbuckle his pants.
"We got an hour or so until we collect the ransom,"
"I think you should show me your gratitude for sparing your life!"
John chuckles out loud at the look on Robin's face, as he pulls out his
semi-erect penis. "Open up Angel Tits!" He said, stroking his cock, as he
moves in closer to Robin's mouth.
"Hold her ass boys!" He instructs the two men, as they close in, and
grab her by the arms.
"I'll bite it off... you fucking Bastard!" Robin curses, struggling futily in
her captors grasp, suddenly feeling the barrel of a gun at the back of her
head.
"Take one little nibble...and I splatter your brains all over the décor!"
Margaret threatens.
Robin froze...she knew that Margaret would not hesitate to make good her
threat. John chuckled again, looking up at Margaret for a moment, before
pushing the head of his cock to Robin's lips.
"Suck it!" Margaret demanded, pushing the barrel of her gun harder against
the back of Robin's head. With no recourse, Robin opens her mouth, and
lets John's cock slide forward.
"Oooooooh....baby!" John moans, her warm orifice tantalizing his hardening
member, as it slides deeper and deeper towards the back of her throat.
Robin can feel herself start to choke, as his huge member fills her whole
mouth... but still, he pushes deeper
"Suck my fucking Cock you Whore!" John persisted.
"AAAACCCCKKK!!" Robin gagged, struggling against her ropes, despite
Margaret's death threat, when the head of John's cock blocks her air passages.
"UUUUMMMMPPPHH!!" She fought, as John holds her tightly by her hair,
forcing her to remain still.
But, just as she starts to feel light headed, John pulls back slightly, and begins
to thrust in and out of her mouth, allowing her the time to catch a breath of air
between his thrusts.
John rapes her mouth for almost 10 minutes, before he begins to reach the limit
of his restraint. He moans, as he nears an unstoppable orgasm.
"Ooooooh.....Yesssssssss!!!" He howls in delight, his throbbing cock discharging,
gobs of semen into Robin's mouth, as he ejaculates uncontrollably.
"Ummmmmmpphh!!!" Robin gags, wanting desperately to spit out his Jizzm,
cum spurting from the sides of her mouth, as John continues to hold her tightly
against him, milking his cock to the max, before roughly shoving her away from
him, plopping down in his chair, spent from the experience.
As John pants from his lust filled experience...Robin coughs uncontrollably,
spitting up ejaculatant, as she tries to replenish her Oxygen supply, restricted
during her ordeal.
"B...Ba...Bastard!" She struggled to get out, between coughs and gags.
"We'll," John comments, sipping on a bottle of water. "I guess we'd better get
going...It's at least 45 minutes to the Ransom drop. Sam...you and Mike
go get the Van warmed up!" He orders.
"I'll bring along Angel Tits here!" he said, catching Robin's defiant glare,
as his associates rush out of the room.
"Next time...you swallow it Cunt!" He said, noticing cum on Robin's face.
"Let's go whore!" He yells, taking her by the arm, to drag her along.
"Move your fucking Ass!"
Just as the two of them and Margaret reach the living room...gunshots rang
out, and the sound of police sirens fill the air. "What the fuck?" John curses,
releasing Robin to look out the window.
"Shit...It's that no good, Fucking brother of yours!" He swore, pulling a
gun from the back of his belt, spotting Charles 50 feet away in the open, with
several policemen who are approaching the house.
"Bastard!" John curses, taking aim at Charles through the window.
"I may go down?" He stated, looking at Robin a spilt second, before
taking aim again, as his target gets closer.
"But this son-of-a-bitch dies today!"
John looks to Robin once more. "Say goodbye to your brother Bitch!"
He said, starting to pull back on the trigger.
"Noooooo!!!!" Robin yells, acting on pure adrenaline, as she kicks the gun
out of his hand, just as he fires, deflecting the round by inches from its target.
John froze for a moment as the gun skidded across the floor. He stares at
Robin a moment, trying to anticipate her move...and then makes a move for
the gun. Off balanced by her bondage, and still weak from her ordeal,
Robin lags behind in her pursuit.
John grabs the gun and fires...missing Robin by less than an inch, as she
ducks and rolls to miss the fatal shot.
Disorientated, John attempts to fire again...but, Robin is ready this time.
Sweeping her opponent legs out from underneath him...she kicks out with
all the strength she can muster, to smash into her much larger opponent's
face with her right foot, blood splattering about the room, as she makes solid
contact with his nose...sending her howling Ex-rapist smashing into a wall.
Totally exhausted...Robin drops to her knees on the hard floor.
With a great deal of effort...Robin raises her head to see John pick the gun
up from the floor. She can do nothing now to stop him, as he climbs to his
feet and again points his gun menacing at her.
"D...Die bitch!' He curses, blood pouring from his broken nose, as he
steadies the weapon.
Accepting her fate...Robin looks him square in the eye, as he squeezes
the trigger. However, John never gets the chance. Just as he was about to fire...
gunshots rang out and struck him 4 times in the chest.
Robin watched him spasm several moments in response to the impact...then
he fell to the floor and died in a pool of his own blood.
When it was over...Robin looked behind her in shock to see her brother
Charles with a smoking gun in his hand.
There was a moment of silence, as both she and Charles contemplate what
has just happened, then Charles seemed to gather himself, as he puts the gun
down on a nearby table, and walks towards her.
Robin gathers her strength and struggles to her feet to meet him half way.
Meeting in the middle, Robin turns her back to Charles, for him to untie
her wrists.
"Are you alright?" Charles asks, quickly removing her ropes.
Robin nods. "Yeah," She responds in an almost inaudible tone,
rubbing her sore wrists.
"I'll be okay."
There is a brief silence between them...then Robin breaks the silence.
"Look," She began. "About Margaret...?
Charles interrupted her. "I know!"
Robin nods, then steps back a few steps.
"Ah...could you ah...?" she asks, referring to her nudity.
It takes Charles a moment to register her meaning...then with an
almost embarrassment about not noticing her nakedness...he quickly
strips off his long sleeve outer shirt and hands it to her.
"Thanks," Robin responds, with a slight smirk, as she takes the
garment from his hand.
Outside the house, the police have the whole gang in custody.
For a brief moment, Charles catches Margaret's eye, as she is escorted
to a police car, and they both seem to communicate telepathically.
Then he turns away, and Margaret is put into the back of the police car.
Moments later, the car drives off.
"I'm sorry Charles," Robin said, interrupting his thoughts.
Charles hesitates a moment, then forms a slight smile.
"Me too," He said quietly.
"Me too...
The end..
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( Revised 7-17-2007 )