Buddy fondled the smooth back and pulled playfully at the thong. Although he had assisted Ajax on several ‘collection’ missions, unlike the older man, Buddy had found some of their targets too hot to resist.

“This one is pretty hot, eh?” he motioned to Ajax, who raised his eyebrow knowingly.

“Look, no touch,” Ajax said, “don’t spoil the fucking whore. Boss will have your dick if you did.”

“But…” Buddy protested, “It’s a freaking long way to the Ranch. We’ve got to find some way to pass the time!”

“Just watch the slut, and keep your pencil dick to yourself.” Ajax flipped him a look, and proceeded to join the driver, leaving Buddy alone in the back compartment.

Undaunted, Buddy flipped Hallae to her side and began reaching his hand up the front of her blouse. He almost drooled when his hand made contact with her 36D breasts. Eager to have a closer look, he pulled her cardigan back down her arms and lifted her blouse to her armpits, exposing her bra and the large mounds of pick meat confined within. He eagerly tugged the cups down, and her perfectly round tits popped into view.

Glancing guardedly at the passenger’s seat upfront, Buddy saw that Ajax was yawning sleepily, and was preparing to take a nap. The young driver grinned crookedly at Buddy through his rear-view mirror, and concentrated on his long driving ahead. Assured, he leaned down onto the unconscious figure and began sucking and licking the dark tits on the pink flesh. Soon, he was kneading the large mounds earnestly with one hand, while his other hand freed his sizeable tool from his pants and was wanking it vigorously.

Hallae moaned huskily and twitched her body sporadically, resisting the intrusion instinctively. Unconcerned, Buddy reached down the front of her jeans and started teasing her clit and was rewarded by a dripping cunt. This is one hot mama! He looked longingly at the petite yet curvaceous figure, while stroking fervently on his tool. He knew that he cannot fuck this slut yet, at least not in the cunt, until Boss had finished with her. Then again… A thought cross his mind. He looked cautiously at the front seat and was satisfied to see Ajax drooping over the passenger seat, deep in slumber.

Buddy moved steadily forward, carefully pried her lips apart and slid his hot, throbbing member into her mouth. He sighed audibly as her cool lips closed around his dick and began plunging it deep into her mouth. He was just beginning to throat fuck her when she started gagging and tightening her throat around the large organ, milking and massaging him for all he’s worth. He shuddered ecstatically, and pounded his dick deeper and harder into those beautiful lips.

He was nearly done and was starting to feel the familiar sensation of exploding balls when a stinging slap across his face threw him backwards. His dick slipped abruptly out of Hallae’s lips. Before he could stop himself, he climaxed, spraying the strings of cum all over her face and landing some on the floor of the van.

Still surrounded by the orgasmic buzz, he turned around dazedly, to come face to face with a fuming Ajax.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ajax shouted, punching him in the face, “what did I tell you about keeping your fucking prick to yourself!”

“But…” Buddy burbled, “it’s only a little freaking head!”

But Ajax was getting none of that. He grabbed Buddy by his dick and yanked it furiously. Buddy bellowed with pain, and struggled feebly before wrenching his dick free and lay curled on the floor, clutching his balls. He stared apprehensively at Ajax.

“One more time, Bud,” Ajax warned, “It will be the last time you have a fucking dick to play with!” Buddy nodded meekly.

“Now,” Ajax continued, “Check and make sure the slut is still in fucking dreamland, then clean the place up, and don’t get anymore bright ideas!”

Ajax threw his young partner another angry glare before heading back to the passenger seat. In the front, the driver gave a sympathetic look through the mirror, while continuing towards the Ranch.

Sheepishly, Buddy tucked his sore dick back into his pants, and began fumbling around the van to look for something to clean Hallae with. He found a dirty rag and wiped his cum off Hallae’s lips and face and redressed her. Resolutely ignoring Ajax’s angry scowls, he busied himself with cleaning the floor of the van free of cum, and also making sure the ‘goods’ was none for the worse. He checked the inertia form and was relieved to see the slut still unconscious. He gave her a booster shot, just in case, and left her lying on her side, deeply drugged and completely unaware of the events transpiring.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, Buddy checking the unconscious woman occasionally and Ajax watching him with an eagle eye. The seemingly awkward trip finally came to an end when the van drove up to the gates of the Ranch.

The J Ranch stood at its private plot of land, a sizeable peninsular of land the size of a nature reserve, jutting from the coastline and steep, plunging cliffs on all sides. Further inland, patches of dense vegetation peppered the property, concealing the main estate from prying eyes. The transport van drove straight through the outer gates and into the inner sanctum of J Ranch, where the outwardly tranquil residence belied the strict security and surreptitious activities within. After passing the security checks at the inner gates, the van reached the nucleus of the J Ranch.

In the heart of the compound, an imposing four storey masonry building stood, surrounded by smaller auxiliary buildings. Large French windows lined the sides of the building. Some had curtains drawn across the windows, others had drawn curtains. By the time the vehicle reached the compound, the sun was already hidden from view and dim lights seeped from some of the windows.

Without hesitation, the van headed towards the entrance of the underground parking lot beneath the main building and disappeared into the darkness.

 “Bring the whore to Doc, then report to my office!” Ajax instructed, after the van was parked in the unloading bay. “Don’t fuck this up, or I will feed you your puny dick, then feed your ass to the dogs!”

Gesturing warningly to Bud, he stormed away, with the driver trailing in his wake.

Buddy watched the men depart, shrugged nonchalantly and proceeded to unload the latest stock. He pushed a gurney to the van, loaded and strapped Hallae securely onto it. He took the prisoner into a waiting lift, onto the upper floors and pushed the gurney into the ranch’s examination room.

There he untied her bindings, moved her onto an examination table and shackled her neck to velcros on the table. He then removed her cardigan, blouse and jean, lingering gloomily at her full breasts restrained behind those unostentatious cups. He tossed the pieces of clothing into a bin, and her bra and throng soon joined the pile. He fastened the naked woman’s wrists to the shackles at the side of the table and lifted her ankles onto stirrups, strapping them into the Velcro restraints.

After securing her onto the examination table and preparing her for the doc’s assessment, he proceeded to remove her earrings, necklace engagement and wedding bands and other accessories she had on her body. He completed his prep after wiping her face clean of makeup, and trimmed the nails on her fingers and toes close to the flesh.

The ranch’s resident doctor, Doc, arrived soon after, and began his assessment of Hallae.

He took the normal measurements of her temperature and blood pressure, checked her respiratory and lungs, and gave her a general clean bill of health. He then positioned himself at the foot of the table, separated her thighs and started the internal assessment. He checked for signs of prior sexual intercourse, sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancies, and confirmed that she did not have any implanted contraceptives in her. He also checked her rectum for prior intercourse and pronounced her ‘a cherry in the ass’.

Finishing off the examination, he drew blood from her arm and declared her healthy and disease-free, pending blood results. He motioned for Buddy to add her to the Boss’s inventory, then left the room. Since the whore is clear to join the Boss’s harem, Buddy now had to prep her for him.

He gave her the standard stuff: vagina and anus suppositories inserted into the respective orifices to clean the canals, microchip injected into the back of her neck as identification and an electronic collar fastened securely around her neck. He then redressed Hallae in a flimsy lilac bra, teeny G-string and finally, a see-through lavender teddy that left nothing to the imagination. Strapped of all personal accessories, tagged and collared, the identity of Hallae was fading and before long, she will become a part of Jace’s harem, identified only by the number in etched her neck. Buddy freed her from the table and re-secured her onto the gurney and wheeled her to the next available holding cell.

She was transported to an empty room bare of furniture except for the thick mattress wedged against the wall and bolted to the carpeted floor. The room was small, with little walking space around the mattress, and surrounded by thick carpeted walls. Directly opposite to the mattress, thick double glazed glass stood before velvety curtains, which covered the entire length of the wall. Beside this wall, another panel of double glazed glass in front of curtained French windows. The heavy velvety curtains were drawn aside, presenting a panoramic view of the coastline, and the dazzling night sky.

He laid Hallae onto the mattress, covered her with a blanket and left her to sleep off the drugs. A day’s job completed, he dimmed the concealed lights in the room and left.

Hallae woke up somewhere near midnight. She blinked and squinted near-sightedly around but there was nothing familiar in the shadows surrounding her. Dazedly, she tried to sit up, but was overcome with nausea. Her limbs felt that they were encased in lead, and a splitting headache seemed to pound her head, turning her brain into mush. There was a strange taste in her mouth and a dull pain at the base of her head. She dragged her arm over her eyes and tried to focus in the near darkness. The only source of light was the weak smear of moonlight streaming through the windows.

“Brent?” she croaked, her throat as dry as sandpaper, “Brent? Are you here?”

The only sound that answered her was the gentle whirring of the air-con fans working and the muted sound of crashing waves.

“Hello? Anyone here? Hello? I need some water here…” she wheezed, before hacking coughs overcome her.

She struggled to sit up and stumbled uncertainly out of the bed. She crawled feebly to the light source, the unfamiliar carpet irritating her limbs, and hit her head unexpectedly at the glass panel before her. She peered through the glass and could not make out any familiar landmarks outside the window. In fact, there was nothing but the Milky Way visible outside. Confused, she pushed and pounded the glass, scanned around the room, all the time calling for help, before succumbing to another bout of nausea.

Unnerved, she stumbled back onto the mattress and pulled the blanket around her. Laying her heavy head onto the cool pillows, she tried to figure out what was going on, but fell into another deep sleepless slumber.

In the Main Control room, the technician on duty watched with disinterest at the movements in Cell 205. His duty was to monitor the inmates and make sure they did not do anything they were not supposed to, like hurting themselves, or heaven forbid, die. The new cunt in cell 205 seemed to have come out from the sedative well enough. She will be under observation until the blood test results come back, and all Carlos had to do, was to ensure she remained alive until then.

When Hallae opened her eyes again, bright rays of sun were already streaming into the room. She tried once again to focus on her surroundings and was startled to find that she was not alone. A burly man in grey coveralls stood near the entrance of the room. His face was covered by a full face leather mask, and he held a plastic tray in laden with food. She quivered in fright when the man moved, but he only offered the tray in his hand and a plastic cup full of liquid.

“Who are you?” she tried to speak, but her throat crackled and she broke into barking coughs. The man put the tray down on the floor and offered the cup to her. Raging with thirst, she reluctantly accepted the cup and gulped the cool water greedily.

“Eat!” the man ordered, gesturing to the tray.

“Who are you?” she asked timidly, “Where am I? What do you want?”

“Eat!” the man repeated. He walked to the opposite corner of the room and lifted a hinged panel on the floor. Beneath the panel, a squatting toilet was built into the floor.

“Shit here and nowhere else!” the man barked, dropping the panel back into place. The muted sound of a flushing toilet followed.

“But, who are you?” Hallae tried again, but the man went on as if she never spoke.

He lifted the panel again and pointed to tiny depression beside the toilet hole, a small stream of running water drained into the tiny basin. “Water,” he indicated gruffly, “for drinking.”

She looked dumbfounded at the man’s casual introduction; the man had acted as though he was showing her the hotel facilities. Her mind, still confused by the sedatives, was unable to make head or tail of all that was happening.

What is going on? She thought, where am I? What do they want with me? Where is Brent? Is he okay? What do they want?

Cowering on the mattress, she stared past the masked man and at the curtained wall opposite to the bed, where a doorway stood. Turning back toward the man, she looked vacantly at the leather mask. Without warning, she sprung up from the mattress and sprinted towards freedom. And slammed full-faced into air. She had not noticed the double glazed glass between her and the curtained wall and doorway. She sat stunned on the floor.

The man sniggered and dragged her by her hair to the tray on the floor. He thrust her head towards the tray, pushing her face close to the food.

“Eat your food, cunt, and don’t try to be so smart next time. Enjoy the good time while they last! Eat!”

Meekly, she picked up the morsels of cooked meat and put them into her mouth. She chewed slowly at first; mindful of the man’s watchful eyes on her every move. But she soon realised she was ravenous; her last meal a lifetime ago, and quickly finished what was put before her. The man motioned for her to back off, and return to the bed, before he retrieved the tray. As if by some unseen signal, a section of the glass panel slid aside silently, allowing him to stroll right through the door before sliding back into place again.

In the terrifyingly quiet room, Hallae sat rigidly on the mattress, leaning against the far corner and the blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Confused and frightened, she hugged her knees close to her chest. But now fed and re-hydrated, her mind slowly cleared and she recovered enough to start surveying her surrounding. She was just starting to explore around the room, when the blanket slipped from her shoulders. With a start, she realised she was not wearing her usual wardrobe.

Shocked, she stared mutely down at the thin material she was wearing, her body clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. Fear gripped her with the realisation that she had been stripped naked by those unknown men. She drew back into the corner and pulled the blanket even more tightly around herself. Tears threatened to overflow as awful thoughts ran through her mind. Her hand rose instinctively to touch her necklace, as she usually did when she was nervous. The sapphire pendant and necklace was a family heirloom, and had brought her through many difficult times.

But it was not there. Instead her fingers touched the cool, clammy collar around her neck. Unable to see what it was, she clawed frantically at the collar, but it was wound securely on her neck, and she nearly strangled herself trying to break the choker. Her finger touched the sore spot on the back of her neck, and with some prodding; she could make out the site where a lump was lodged in her neck. It reminded her of the microchip the vet had implanted in her dog. Almost unwillingly, she checked her ring finger, but they had not spared her engagement and wedding bands.

Alone, stripped of her personal possessions and her own clothes and trapped in a cell resembling a fish tank, she no longer could hold the tears and fears erupting within her.

“Return my stuff to me!” she cried, pounding the glass panel to the door hysterically, “Assholes! Cowards! Give me back my stuff and let me go at once!”

Incoherent and agitated, she raved and attacked the glass panel, kicking and punching the panel. Until finally, exhausted, she slumped into a heap at the panel, her ravings reduced to sobbing whimpers.

“Please… let me go…” she sobbed, “let me go…please…”

She dragged her body back onto the mattress bed, drew the blanket around herself and curled herself into a tight ball, wedged close against her corner.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?” she whimpered to the desolate cell air, “Why? Why me? Let me go, please!”

But there was no answer to her pleads, except for the whirring of the air-con fans. She lay on the bed, sobbing and whimpering, until exhaustion finally overtook her and she fell into an uneasy sleep.

She woke up the next morning to see (another?) masked handler arriving with the day’s meal. When she begged the man to let her go, the man pointedly ignored her and gestured at the food on the tray. She retreated fearfully into her corner, refusing to touch the food. The man offered the tray towards her, but she screamed and slapped the tray away.

Shrugging indifferently, the man cleared the mess as best as he could and left the room with the food uneaten. Hallae lay curled on the bed, tensed and terrified of what may come. Horrifying thoughts ran amok in her mind, flooding her with fear and adrenaline. She spooked at the tiniest of sound, imagining the worst every time. Wound as tight as a spring, the mental tension rapidly drained her of energy.

But as the shadows lengthened and the light faded away, nothing appeared to be happening. As night approached, she dozed in short fits, jolting awake every few minutes. Despite the thick blanket, the room’s temperature dipped and she felt the chilly air penetrate the flimsy gown and stabbed right through her body. When the dawn finally broke, she was physically exhausted and drained mentally.

When the glass panel did open, it was only the mask handler and his tray of food. He gestured to the food and waited. The sweet aroma of the bread roll and meat gravy wafted to her nose and set her stomach growling. But determined to hold out, Hallae remained curled and refused to touch the food. After what seemed like ages, the man casually took the tray and left.

And she was alone again. Surrounded by the stifling silence, she waited for the inevitable that never came. She found herself sporadically drooping into slumber and then jarring to consciousness. Hunger pangs gripped her stomach and rest constantly mocked her. the room’s temperature dipped as the central air-conditioning system worked tirelessly. Her teeth chattered so violently, she thought they are going to break.

Finally, the next time the handler arrived with the food, she reluctantly submitted and reached for the food when he ordered her to. She bit gratefully into the meat and greens and sighed with satisfaction as the warm food went down her stomach, warming her from inside out.

The handler grinned to himself as he watched the slut succumbed to her basic needs. Miracle what a few days of missed meals, isolation and reduced heating can do. Soon, he will have the slut eating out of his fingers, like so many others before her.

The days darkened into nights, which in turn brightened into days. She waited each day for something to happen, but the waiting yielded nothing but hours of fearful apprehension. She had no contact with no one other than the handler, who refused to respond to her questions, pleads and requests. Nevertheless, it was the only form of human contact available to her

How long had she been here? She wondered. Days? Weeks? Months?  She was beginning to find it difficult to keep track of time, of the days and nights.

Why hasn’t anyone found her yet? Were they looking for her? What was Brent doing? Is he looking for her?

She wandered aimlessly around her prison, prancing restlessly around like a caged animal in her flimsy teddy, which was starting to show signs of wear. Her inhibitions started to erode, she no longer felt uncomfortable in the translucent lingerie. She tried to remember the last thing she was doing before she was taken prisoner, but it was getting hazier with each moment that passed. Hallae Bowland, the person, was fading away.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally lost it. When the handler came with the morning meal, she immediately confronted him.

“Why are you keeping me here?” she shrieked, pouncing on the figure as soon as he appeared.

“Who are you? What exactly do you want? Why are you keeping me here? Either you kill me, or you let me go! I’m not an animal, you can’t keep me here like this! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Help! Help! Somebody, help me!”

The handler merely shook the petite body off him, fended off her pummelling and entertained her ravings in calm, if not bored manner. After her screeching diminished, he gestured at the food as always. It was as if nothing had happened at all. She wailed and kicked the food tray aside. The handler just shrugged unflappably, cleaned up and left.

In the Main Control room, Carlo grinned to himself. These purebreds are just so predictable, a few days of solitary confinement and they all start cracking like nuts. It’s not even a week, and the slut is already losing it. Just in time for the main course. The blood tests results had arrived and she had passed all the checks. Boss had just given instructions to proceed.

She watched the handler strolled out of her prison, her mind confused and agitated. She was started pacing around, dreading another day of isolation when she noticed changes in the routine. The curtains over the French windows started gliding silently across, throwing her prison into darkness.

“Stop! What are you doing? What do you want?” she screamed apprehensively, throwing herself onto the glass panel and tried in vainly to claw the curtains back from the other side of the glass.

Petrified, she cowered back into her corner on the mattress.

“What do you want?” she whispered hoarsely.

A warm glow of light from concealed sources flooded the room. Then, after all the days of complete silence, a loud voice boomed from unseen speakers.

“Good afternoon, Bowland,” a detached voice spoke, “I trust you are enjoying your stay with us?”

“Who are you? What do you want?” she whimpered.

“Who we are is not important. More importantly, who are you?”

“I…”

“Hallae Gina Bowland, wife of Brent Bowland, respectable businessman.”

“What do you want? Where’s Brent?” Horrible images of Brent’s dead body flooded her mind.

“Do you love your husband?” the voice suddenly asked.

“What?”

“Do you love your husband?” it repeated.

“Of course! I love Brent and he loves me!” reflexively, Hallae responded to the air.

“Really? Bowland really, truly loves you?”

“Of course! I’m his wife!”

“Then, shouldn’t he be out looking for you?”

“He will find me!”

“I doubt it, Bowland, I really doubt it.”

“No! He loves me and he will find me…. Unless….. unless you killed him!” Tears of fear welled up.

“No, Bowland, we didn’t kill your husband. But right now, I’m afraid he’s got more important things on his mind.”

“No! What else can be more important than looking for his missing wife? What?”

“Another woman, or should I say, girl?”

“What…”

The curtained wall suddenly slid aside to reveal the large projection screen hidden behind the curtain. The screen exploded into pictures and the room was suddenly filled with loud TV static. On the screen, the evening 8 o’clock news was on, with the local newscaster reporting the current headlines: ‘Daughter of prominent businessman missing'. The date on the side of the screen was 7 Feb.

<Voice of news reader>

The only daughter of Eric Saggio, 14 year-old Jacquetta Saggio, was reported missing today.

She was last seen having her lunch in the school cafeteria, and witnesses had seen her helped out, apparently sick, by an unidentified man.

After the lunch hour ended, she was reported missing from her classes, and she had not been seen since.

Anyone who has news of her whereabouts is encouraged to come forward…..

Hallae stared uncomprehendingly at the picture of Jacquetta Saggio in the clip. Missing girl, Saggio, 7 Feb…

The scene abruptly changed to another news clip with the headline:

‘Local businessman arrested on suspected kidnapping and assault charge’ – 9 Feb

<Voice of news reader>

A local businessman, Brent Bowland, was arrested yesterday afternoon for the kidnapping of Jacquetta Saggio.

Saggio had been reported missing and presumably kidnapped from her school the day before.

Following a informer tip, the police closed in on the Bowland residence late yesterday afternoon, and managed to rescue Saggio from the premise. She is reported to be severely injured and traumatised by her ordeal and currently in the hospital in critical condition.

The suspect, believed to be up-and-coming local businessman Brent Bowland, had reportedly engaged the police in combat during the rescue attempt and sustained injuries. He was arrested and admitted into the hospital for treatment. The police are now seeking Hallae Bowland, wife of the accused, to come forwards and assist with the case investigation…

She gaped open-mouthed at the screen, in an apparent state of shock.

Brent kidnapped the missing girl? He injured the girl? It can’t be… he is not that kind of person… Jumble thoughts raced through her head as the news jumped into the next headline.

'Local businessman to be charged with kidnapping and assault' – 11 Feb

The prime suspect in the kidnapping of Jacquetta Saggio will be formally charged in court today.

Jacquetta Saggio was kidnapped from her school on Monday afternoon and imprisoned by the accused until the police rescued her from the Bowland residence. She remained in critical condition in the hospital, although there is no information on the injuries she sustained.

Brent Bowland, the suspect arrested during the rescue had proclaimed his innocence. Due to the age of the victim, the prosecutor will be requesting for a gag order on all media reports with regards to this case.

The new clips kept coming, showing the different newscasters from various other news channels reporting on the same crime. The news clips followed from reports of the girl’s disappearance to the upcoming trial of the arrested suspect. Apparently, Brent had kidnapped a 14-year-old schoolgirl, from her school, and had brutally raped her.

Hallae cowered in her corner, overwhelmed by the barrage of news. Her thoughts were in total disarray, trains of thoughts broken by other trains of thoughts.

Brent? Kidnap? Rape? Brent? My Brent? Rape? Who? What? Why?

Then she noticed the news paper clipping captured onscreen. It was a clipping from the local tabloid papers, a paper known for outrageous accusation and bizarre reporting. Random lines jumped into her brain

'Local businessman's sex party'

The prime suspect in the kidnapping of Jacquetta Saggio had appeared to be a legitimate businessman, who had recently rumoured to be closing a multi-million deal with the government.

According to reliable sources, Bowland is not all he appeared to be. Sources revealed that he had often engaged in deviant sexual parties, with multiple partners and engaging in SM activities. Bowland had reportedly participated in these sexual orgies and had even helped to organise some of these 'parties'.

Coincidentally, his wife and able assistant, Bowland, has disappeared following the arrest of Bowland. It is believed that Bowland has 'assisted' her husband in the Saggio kidnapping, and had fled the scene prior to Bowland's arrest. She had not been seen at the Bowland residence since, and sources believed that she has fled the country and her current whereabouts is unknown.

Following the scandal, the government is now denying all association with the Bowland Shipping Co.

Brent? Sex party? Me participated? Me? Organised? Me on the run? What?

“What the hell is going on?” she screamed, clutching her head in anguish, “These are lies! Lies! I never did anything! I never organised any…”

“And, that Bowland, is why Bowland is not out looking for you. He’s too busy defending his own ass!” The dispassionate voice spoke up one more time, before switching off again.

“No… no… no…” Hallae wailed, clamping her hands on her ears, as the barrage of news reports continued to pour from the screen. She lost track of what each report tried to say, as the reports began fused into one chaotic mess.

“No… it can’t be! Brent would never do that!” Hallae repeated to herself, resolutely refusing to believe in the news reports and clippings.

After what seemed like hours, the news clip videos finally ran itself out, and the screen wound into the familiar static screen. Hallae cringed in the corner, mumbling and muttering determinedly to herself. The impassive voice rang out once more.

“Still not convinced? Still sure your husband loves only you? How about a Valentines’ Day movie to prove his love? This is your husband’s gift to you, Bowland. Happy Valentines’ Day!”

The screen sprung to life again, with the movie title ‘The Bowland Love Story’.

Hallae’s breath caught in her throat as she saw a very familiar scene on the screen. It was an overview shot of the master bedroom in her house, the matrimonial bed that she had shared with Brent. It was the room that she and Brent had lovingly put together, where they both spent many wonderful days together. Hallae blushed at the thought of their lovemaking being caught on tape, distressed by the outrage of their privacy.

But the setting was familiar, yet unfamiliar. Brent was on their bed, but it wasn’t the same. There on the bed, was a petite girl, still dressed in her school uniform, strapped spread-eagle on their bed. Brent was bending over her, his actions unmistakeable. She could see the look of utter horror in the eyes of the girl. Even with the ball gag strapped over the mouth and chin, Hallae recognised the girl as the missing school girl. The girl that Brent had ‘allegedly’ kidnapped.

Not alleged. He did it.

Hallae watched in horror as she was given a ‘movie preview’ of Brent’s assault on the girl. Unable to wrench her eyes away, she took in all the sight and sounds presented before her as Brent sadistically raped the young girl again and again. The cameras moved in for a closer look at Brent’s victim.

The girl’s tear-stained face was a twisted picture of fear and pain, her eyes clenched and even the veins on her neck were clearly visible. Her muffled screams of terror and whimpers of pain filtered clearly through the speakers, along with Brent’s huffs and pants.

Confusion, disbelief, anger, fear and many other emotions overwhelmed Hallae. She no longer trusted herself even to think.

“Stop it!” Hallae wailed, shrinking fretfully away from the screen, “Stop it, please….please… make it stop… make Brent stop…. How could he do this? Please… make him stop!”

As soon as it started, the video projection was cut off, and the room was thrown back into complete silence and the only sounds hanging in the air were the sound of Hallae’s blood pounding in her ears and her heavy wheezing.

“Having fun yet?” a male voice cut through the silence. Hallae looked up to see a tall, broad shouldered man standing before him. Clad in a white bathrobe, the man’s almond-shaped green eyes stared fixedly at her, his thin lips drawn in a straight tight smile. His grey hair slightly ruffled, he looked like he had just gotten out of bed. He casually leaned against the glass panel and tapped his finger towards the screen.

“Enjoying your man’s performance?” the man’s face broke into a sneer, “Bet he never fucked you that eagerly before, huh?”

With a start, Hallae recognised the malevolent face with the distinctive eyes.

Jace Brown! One of the city’s most whispered name and most feared personality. His company, J Inc, was rumoured to have involvement in all levels of the city’s economy, legitimate and otherwise.

Cowering in terror, she stared warily at the man, all the time trying to draw the blanket closer around her, and twisted her body into a tight ball. When the infamous businessman made his move towards her, a horrified wail escaped her lips.

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Hope you have enjoyed the story so far. Stick around for Part III of The Bowland Agenda to find out, who is the real target in this twisted plan and what will happen to the Bowlands...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another dark silhouette moved from beyond the shadows and quietly opened the car’s boot. Brent was dumped into the boot and his fallen briefcase was tossed alongside him. The vehicle purred into life and turned unobserved out into the streets.

Over the other end of the city, fourteen-year-old Jacquetta Saggio was having lunch in her school cafeteria. An innocent-looking girl, she has deep-set green eyes that are like two pools of stagnant water. Her silky, straight, long hair is the colour of chestnuts, and was worn in a practical, dignified style. Her full and pouty lips hinted of her emerging sexual appeal. An early growth spurt had her growing taller and more voluptuous than any girl her age. Teased and mocked by her schoolmates, she often sat alone in the far corner of the cafeteria near the emergency escape, away from any unwanted attention.

There she remained, as the lunch hour drew to an end and the lunch crowd emptied the cafeteria. She chose to have her lunch late so that she can avoid her boisterous schoolmates. She ate her simple lunch of sandwich and juice, all of which she had bought from the canteen vendor. Halfway through her sandwich, she felt an uneasy sensation in her stomach and her vision started swimming. Queasy, she hurried into the girls’ bathroom nearby and went down heaving in the nearest cubicle. Black stars danced before her eyes and she struggled to call for help.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open and a burly man entered the bathroom. Jacquetta started visibly, and opened her mouth to scream. But the man moved forward expertly, pushing her against the wall, and clamped his hand over her mouth. With the drug working in her body and the panic raising up her throat, she barely gave a struggle before succumbing. Her eyes rolled back and her limbs went weak.

Minutes later, the man helped an apparently sick girl out the emergency exit into a waiting car, which was already carrying an unconscious body in its boot. In the driver’s seat, another man sat waiting. The first man went back for her school bag and drove off without attracting much attention.

The car drove through the city, out the suburban, into a respectable neighbourhood of mid-income landowners. It went directly up one of the houses, and used the remote garage door opener to open the garage door. The car was parked and the garage door hummed into place. Pulling on ski mask and surgical gloves, Alex and Buddy prepped themselves for the task ahead.

In the house, in the second floor study, Hallae Bowland was surprised to see her husband’s car drive up the driveway. Brent was not expected home until late in the evening. Puzzled, she turned off her computer and started downstairs.

At twenty-eight, Hallae Bowland has not let her figure gone to waste like her husband had started to. She maintained her youth and body, with well-tone limbs and full breasts. Her luxurious, straight, black hair is worn in a style that reminds of a fluttering flag. Her grey eyes shone with intelligence and strength, and she was the one who had helped Brent to build up his company over the years.  But she has been bright enough to let her husband take all the credit for the success, submitting to playing the woman-behind-the-successful-man, and appearing only in formal business functions, beside her husband.

‘Brent?’ she called, as she walked down the stairway, ‘why are you back so early?’

Downstairs, the two masked men waited.

When Hallae walked into the passageway to the garage, the men tackled her with what appeared to be a blurry rush of bodies. She tried to scream and kick her attackers, but was expertly pinned onto her back on the floor. A hand pressed tightly on her neck, squeezing a choked gurgle from her lips.

Frightened, she scuffled against her attackers and the grip around her throat jerked tighter. In the deep shadows of the passageway, she vaguely saw two figures looming over her, the dark outlines dancing in and out of focus. She flinched when a needle was thrust into her arm, and then a burning sensation travelled up her veins. Within seconds, her eyelids quivered and she slumped into unconsciousness.

The hand around her neck relaxed, and her sprawled form shuddered with ragged wheezing. Ajax and Buddy watched steadily as their victim’s voluptuous breasts jiggled with each gulp. By and by, her parted lips lost the purplish tinge, and her breathing deepened into slow, long sighs.

Satisfied that she was under control, Ajax deftly flipped her onto her stomach and bound her wrists securely behind her back. Noiselessly, Buddy stepped over the prone body, towards the direction of the garage. Ajax was putting the final knots binding her ankles when he saw Buddy returned with the unconscious body of Jacquetta Saggio in his arms, and a black burlap bag over his shoulders. Ajax nimbly caught the large laundry bag Buddy threw at him, and commenced stuffing the slender body of Bowland into the bag, while Buddy strolled up the stairway with his booty.

Tossing the loaded laundry bag casually over his shoulders, he started up the stairs to join his friend in the Bowland’s master bedroom. He walked into the large bedroom to see Buddy chucking the sleeping schoolgirl onto the bed. Like greased gears, Buddy dropped the burlap bag before Ajax, exchanged knowing looks with him before heading downstairs again. Fortunately for them, the bedroom window opened to the back garden, where several large trees obscured the bedroom from any snooping eyes.

Ajax propped his own load near the doorway and walked up to the bed. Sprawled lewdly on her face, Jacquetta was flipped onto her back and manoeuvred to the centre of the mattress, where her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the large king-sized bed. Buddy returned with the Brent Bowland slung over his shoulder, directly into the adjoining bathroom where he dumped the portly man unceremoniously into the empty bathtub.

From the bag, Ajax handed Buddy a pill bottle containing several coloured pills. Buddy counted out three Ecstasy, two LSD and two Viagra pills. The pills were crushed into a fine powder on a piece of paper and dissolved into a fresh bottle of chilled beer, courtesy of the Bowlands. Propping Brent’s head between his knees, Buddy pried Brent’s mouth open and forced the neck of the beer bottle down his throat. Vaguely conscious, Brent gurgled noisily as the beer fizzled and bubbled down his throat. The booze entered his blood as soon as it reached his empty stomach and Buddy knew it would not be long before the payload get to his brains.

Meanwhile, Ajax continued to prep Jacquetta on the bed. A large ball gag attached to clear plastic straps was shoved into her mouth and fastened firmly in place. The ball gag had two chin straps that had to be secured over her head. Ajax leaned away from the bed to inspect his efforts. Still in her school uniform, the girl laid spread out on the bed, her head encased within transparent straps, her pouty lips clearly visible through the straps. She stirred fitfully, her head lolling from side to side, and whimpering restlessly.

After setting him up for a wild time ahead, Buddy secured Brent by his tie to the bath faucets, confident that the man was too doped to escape. He then ambled into the bedroom for the next part of his assignment.

He carefully positioned several high-powered pinhole cameras and microphones around the perimeters of the room. making sure the entire bedroom, especially the bed, was fully covered from various different angles, and ensured that all were transmitting their signal clearly and perfectly. The signals were transmitted to a receiver that was rigged up to the Bowland’s phone line and sending the video feed via broadband to the destination receiver.

Back in the Ranch, Carlos confirmed the footages were clear and the transmission was as expected. He tapped a few buttons on his console and started the digital recording. He also dispatched the pickup vehicle to pick up Ajax and Buddy.

All was ready, except one final touch. The final touch before the real show starts.

Ajax unbuttoned the top three buttons off Jacquetta’s school blouse, boosting her pink bra and her 34B breasts into plain sight. His hand snaked down Jacquetta’s crotch and worked her clit. Feverishly, Jacquetta squirmed and whimpered weakly, her body buzzing with strange sluttish sensations. As he worked on her clitoris, he massaged her breasts through her bra and soon, her juices started flowing, even beyond her control. The man could see her erected nipples poking out of her B-cups, and her panties were becoming wet in the crotch. Smiling thinly to himself, he knew how to give the slut what might be the first orgasm of her young life.

He fingered her carefully, inserting his finger her cunt and feeling her virgin cherry in place. It would not be there for long. He tickled her from the cunt and rubbed her clit expertly. Her engorged breasts were massaged, man-handled and tweaked, until he felt her push offer her chest forward, instinctively beckoning for more. Her face started to flush and he could feel her hips undulating spasmodically. She’s near, he knew.

Increasingly, thumping noises could be heard from the bathroom, followed by low rumbles of curses. Grudgingly, Ajax got off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

In the dry tub, Brent was already high as a kite, stumbling noisily about in the tub and tugging half-heartedly on his leash. The man untied Brent’s tie from the fixture and hauled him into the easy chair in opposite corner of the bedroom. Before him, a full view of the bed and the virgin on the bed.

It was apparent in Brent’s glazed and unfocused eyes that the Ecstasy and LSD were working their magic into his brain. When Ajax waved his cum covered finger before Brent’s face, he could immediately see Brent’s penis rising to the occasion. The smell of womanly cum was enough to start Brent’s mind up the pervert route. The man unzipped Brent’s pants, released the man’s pulsing hard-on from his boxers, and watched as Brent intuitively started stroking his dick. Flushed and excited, Brent’s mouth gaped as he leered at the alluring sight ahead.

Ajax returned to Jacquetta, who was squirming lustily and submitting to her animal instincts. Horny moans, muffled as they might be, can be heard across the room, and it only made Brent started stroking his dick more feverishly. Ajax finger-fucked the young slut to the point of no return, where she moaned her smutty way to an orgasm. It was the first time she had had an orgasm, and her body, loaded with her teenage hormones, sent waves and waves of pleasure up from her hips to her brain. Panting with carnal pleasure, she squirmed and tugged lustfully at her bondage.

Satisfied with the young whore’s performance, the man rubbed his cum-covered hand over Jacquetta’s face, on her breasts and up her thighs. She had climaxed so hard, her creamy cum gushed from her cunt. He rubbed her female juices all over her body, and was nearly overwhelmed by her fertile scent to fuck her himself. But he had an assignment to complete. There will be more virgins waiting for him where he’s going. Wheezing faintly, she lay with her eyes clenched tightly and her cheeks flushed with the warm glow of her orgasm.

In the far corner, Brent slumped with his full hard-on in the couch, ready to start playing the part he was starring in. The two men prepare to retreat from the residence. As a parting shot, Buddy rubbed her cum all over Brent’s face and even into his mouth. He pointed to the prone figure on the bed, her legs wide open, her pussy wet with cum.

‘See that slut there?’ he whispered tauntingly into Brent’s ear, egging him, ‘see that beautiful slut? It’s your wife, she’s all dressed up and ready for you to fuck her. Can you see? Her pussy is all wet and ready for you. Go and give her the fuck of her life! Fuck her like you have never fucked her before! She’s your slut, your whore and your slave! Go fuck her!’

Brent groaned huskily in reply. Both men watched in evil amusement as Brent struggled drunkenly across the room. There was no mistaking the sex-crazed look in his eyes. He was staring straight at the female body on the bed, gawping hungrily at the wet crotch and masturbating enthusiastically.

‘Are we getting all of these on tape?’ Ajax whispered to his companion. His companion nodded in affirmative, and they watched as Brent inched his way towards his doom. Confident that the fucker is going to fuck his way into fame within the next hour, it was a job well done, and all that was left was the pick-up.

They carried the unconscious mistress of the house, still wrapped in the laundry bag, from the bedroom into the laundry van that was waiting on the driveway outside the garage. As the mid noon glare gave way to the evening glow, the van drove on its way from the suburban, through the city, to the opposite end of the city.  It drove for three hours straight, before arriving in the large ranch that took up the entire chunk of the peninsula jutting to the sea. Hallae Bowland has arrived in the Ranch, the last place she will ever know. The life that she used to know is a thing of the past.

The cameras in the Bowland bedroom rolled on, as the drama unfolds. In the Ranch, Carlos watched the many monitors in front of him and carefully recording the crime.

Jacquetta was having a strange dream. She dreamt that she was in the bathroom when a strange man grabbed her and dragged her into a car. Then she was overcame by strange sensations of flying and ecstasy, and before long, she was surrounded by bright explosions of lights. A strange dream, she had never felt like that before. Her head ached, and there was a weird taste in her mouth. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were laden with lead. She squinted against the unfamiliar bright lights in the alien surroundings.

‘The window,’ she thought, ‘it’s in the wrong place. Where am I?’

She turned her head around, and was overcome with nausea. She tried to touch her forehead to check if she was sick. It was then she found her wrists bounded above her head. Startled, she pulled weakly at her wrists, but the restraints held her arms firmly in place. As she slowly regained her senses, she had the sickening sensation that something was seriously wrong.

She tried to open her mouth to scream, but she found her mouth already stretched open. Between her teeth, something large and seemingly round object was wedged tightly. She also felt a strap around her face and under her chin, holding the gag in place. The object stretched her mouth painfully wide open and making her gag.  She tried to scream but only managed muffled whimpers. She thrashed weakly, pulled futilely on her arms, and tried to lift her swimming head to see where she was.

‘Was I kidnapped? Is there anyone here to help me?’ Fuzzy confused thoughts ran through her mind.

As her mind cleared, she noticed she was in a large room with thick curtains over the windows and large bookshelves covering the wall across the bed. A movement beyond the foot of the bed caught her eye. She tried to lift her head for a clearer view.

Partially obscured by her own body, she barely made out a thickset man crawling on the floor. The man appeared to be in pain and was clutching is stomach. His business suit was all ruffled and his tie was askew. As she watched him crawl across the room, him started shedding his outer jacket.

When he looked up, a flushed face with glazed eyes stared back at her. Sweat covered his face and his mouth opened in a leering drool. His eyes were staring fixedly at her, his body twitching nervously. Specifically, he seemed mesmerised by something between her legs. Like a moth attracted to a lamp, he crawled single-mindedly towards her, pulling his tie off his neck, and unbuttoning his shirt.

When he managed to drag himself to the bed, he pulled himself to his feet, and stretched. Jacquetta was horrified to see the man’s pants suspended around his thighs. She realised he had not been clutching his stomach while crawling towards her. He was clutching his private parts. A huge throbbing member hung out from above his boxers, and he was tugging feverishly on it. Her eyes ballooned as she stared at the man’s waist. She had never seen a penis before, and was sickened by the sight of the grotesque mushroom bud, sleek with pre-cum.

Crazed with thoughts of sex, he lunged drunkenly onto the bed, and grabbed her ankle. She screamed, and tried to kick off the man’s hand, but her ankles were tightly shackled. She struggled frantically, jerking her wrists hysterically against the ropes tying her to the bed, and madly thrashing her ankles. Loud shrieks of panic escaped from the ball gag.

To Brent, her moans sounded like screams of his wife cumming as he fucked her. It was something he had not heard for a long time.

Married for seven years, sex had become routine, if there was any left. It had reached a point where Hallae had walked past him naked, and he hardly felt anything stirring. Sex with her had started bordering towards monotony, and they were only fucking to fulfil their instinct to pass on their genes. He had thought his sex life was over even before he reached middle age.

But there she was, beckoning for him to join her in bed.

In his drugged stated, all he saw before him was Hallae, beckoning to him with her slender thighs and sexy, hot cunt. His dick engorged and erected, like a white hot snake seeking a warm hole. He crawled clumsily onto the bed, and fondled her legs. Her legs and thighs undulate and convulse as she struggled desperately.

In the Ranch, the operator watched in approval. On the screen, he watched as the girl on the bed thrashed and struggled as her wound-be attacker started crawling over her body. That bastard! He acts better than any fucking bastard he had ever filmed.

Jacquetta screamed and writhed in terror as she felt the man’s hot hands grope her. Tears poured down her cheeks as she squirmed and begged through her gag for mercy. But the man’s hands reached under her skirt and forcefully pulled down her panties. She arched her back and tried to close her thighs, but her legs were held shamefully wide open.

Blinded by heat, he tore the panties right off her body and held them to his face, taking in the stimulating scent of cum. She shook her head violently and yanked hysterically against her restraints, wildly conscious of the man towering over her. He sniffed the wet cloth in his hand then threw it aside. Mounting the bed fully, he straddled upon the struggling girl and began pawing her breasts. He pulled uncouthly aside any thing that was obstructing his view, tearing her white school blouse open and sending the rest of her buttons flying in all directions.

Her eyes ballooned with terror and she squealed through her gag as she felt her blouse tore open, exposing her chest to her attacker. Trapped like an animal, she resisted violently, thrashing fiercely to repel her attacker. But the man ignored her frantic struggles and increasingly loud whimpers, pulled her pink bra apart and popped her breasts free. He grabbed each breast in each hand and began mounding and kneading them.

Terrified, froth bubbled from behind the gag as she screamed and begged. Indistinctly, she felt the man squeezing her breasts painfully, and then the man started leaning down on her, the reeking smell of beer stinging her nose. She shrieked hysterically and yanked vehemently on the shackles tying her to the bed. The man’s lips started kissing her face and licking her ears, despite her efforts to shake him away. He sniffed her womanly scent smeared across her face and began to lick them off tenderly.

‘Honey,’ he mumbled, ‘you smell so good today.’

He snuggled down her neck, licking and nibbling along her neck until he gets to her breasts. She quivered in utter fear as she felt the man violate her breasts with his lips. Her terror accelerated when she felt something hot poking on her crotch. Her crotch recoiled in terror, but there was no stopping as the man pushed on.

‘Wow, honey,’ he grunted, as he pushed forward, ‘you are so hot tonight!’ She gasped distressingly as she felt the mammoth shaft seared its way into her.

‘Oh, honey… ’ he groaned huskily, ‘you… are… so… tight…’

His engorged penis slammed expertly forward, the organ blissfully unaware of the obstruction at the entrance. She wailed piteously into her gag as the crazily aroused man ripped her hymen viciously apart, and impaled her with his rigid cock. The pain of her ruptured hymen was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Her virginity and innocence, snatched so cruelly from her. She bit sharply into the gag in her mouth and arched back in pain as her rapist forced his cock deeper into her.

Oblivious to his victim’s pain, he thrust forcefully forward, tearing her vagina and sending excruciating waves of pain up her body. After what seemed like hours, he finally managed to plunge his organ fully into his victim’s cunt. Dully, she was aware of the large meat pole throbbing between her thighs, burning into her deepest shame. Savagely, he began undulating his butt, pistoning his fat rod in and out of his deflowered prey. Beneath him, she moaned agonisingly as each thrust send new waves of pain through her frail body, shredding her hymen and splitting her open.

‘How about that?’ he murmured depravedly, pounding her heartily, ‘how am I doing today, honey? You like it? I’m feeling so fucking on form today!’

Boorishly, he pulled his dick nearly out and drove it stoutly and deeply into her. She whimpered weakly in reply to his thrusts, her mind overcame with shame and pain. Before long, he felt his dick twitched and his pistoning increased to an agitated tempo. She writhed in seas of pain and whimpered in fear as she struggled against the inevitable. Suddenly, he surged eagerly forward and began groaning huskily.

‘Oh…’ he groaned, ‘oh, honey… you are so… good… so… good… oh.. oh…oh… so… good!’ Several more deep strokes into her.

‘Oh… honey, you are so good!’ he shoved his penis deeper into her, emptying his load deep into her womb ‘I think… oh… good… oh…‘ His grunts tapered into heavy pants.

Jacquetta wept bitterly as she felt the throbbing member twitching between her thighs, and the terrifying sensation of warmth spewing into her body. Traumatised, she barely grasped the significance of the sensation before she felt the man’s cock quivered and shuddered before slipping unnoticed out of her body. The man lay panting heavily over her body, his hands still clutching her breasts.

Despite the strenuous fucking, Brent was still in his drug-induced frenzy. The Viagra was keeping his dick painfully engorged, fully erected. The Ecstasy and LSD kept his mind scrambled and all that was running through his mind is how much he wants to fuck his wife, and how much his wife is enjoying his efforts. He was unable to comprehend the fact that the woman he had just fucked was not his wife, but a school girl bound and gagged on his matrimonial bed. He had just raped an innocent school girl.

As soon as he caught his breath, he began to kiss Jacquetta’s face, barely noting the gag strapped across her face. He tried to unbuckle the strap, but his fingers kept slipping, and he kept breaking into giggles.

‘What is that on your face, honey?’ he giggled, ‘some new sex toy?’

He licked and pawed her small breasts, mounding and kneading them into her. Then he backed down her body, and heaved off.

‘It’s over,’ she collapsed in relief, naively assuming that after fucking her, the man will now free her.

In a flash, she was startled to feel her rapist’s hand snaking down her thighs. That was followed by rough strokes on her private parts and loud slurping noises. Straining her neck forward, she cranked and spotted the man’s head between her thighs. The rapid fondling she felt and the slurping sounds she could hear, was him licking on her pubic place. A deep flush rushed to her face and angry tears of shame washed down her face as she endured the latest humiliation, her rapist’s tongue violating her most intimate region..

‘Oh…’ he slurped, ‘oh, honey… you taste so good!’ He licked the blood that had trickled from her broken hymen and torn vagina, that was mixed with her internal lubricant. Her crotch and waist throbbed with pain as every stroke of his tongue drew more blood.

‘Oh… baby… I never knew you taste so sweet!’

He lapped half-heartedly on her clitoris before feeling the heat rising once again from his loins. His cock burned with primal urge and all he could think of, was to plunge it into the cool depths of the cunt before him. Crawling brusquely back onto her body, he clutched her mounds again, while he inched his dick forward.

‘Baby… Are you ready?’ he moaned huskily, ‘are you ready to make Junior?’

Jacquetta moaned pathetically in response. She writhed and twitched fearfully away, but the raping member found the target nonetheless. She whimpered weakly as she felt the penis drove into her, tearing her open again. She felt the man grunt and groan deeply as he laboured and thrust in and out of her. Her groin was a mass of pain, torn open again and again, as Brent drove repeatedly into her. Drugged to the point of ecstasy, he was tireless, and within minutes, he had unloaded another load of sperm into the girl.

While recovering from the last screw, he suddenly noticed that his ‘wife’ had her legs secured to the bed.

‘Geesh, hon, I didn’t know you are into SM…’ he slapped her thighs playfully, ‘so, how about another round of rough fucking?’

Huffing uncouthly, he started slapping her thighs and butt. He even released one of her ankles so that he could turn her over and spank her ass. She squirmed feebly, exhausted and traumatised by her recent rapes. Her rapist was relentless, spanking her buttocks until they were streaked with angry red bruises. She whimpered thickly as her entire butt burned with pain.

Stimulated by her throaty moans, he pried open her thighs and entered her violently again. Whimpering in pain, she lay twisted under his bulky body, his penis shoving deeply into her over and over again.

‘Having fun, baby?’ Seemingly bored with just fucking her cunt, Brent began smirking nastily. ‘How about some loving through the back door?’

Confused, she squirmed faintly while she felt him release her other foot. She was even more disorientated when she felt him push her legs skyward. She felt her butt leave the mattress as he bent her body in half, forcing her knees to the side of her head. Awkwardly, she was wedged onto the mattress, her butt pointing straight into the air, her cunt and asshole open and ready. She lay bent doubled, exhausted and bewildered, until she felt something stabbing up her anus. Comprehension struck her when she felt him tried to push his thick organ up her anus.

Terrified, she cried piteously and tried to twist out of his grip. But he was persistent and determined to have his way. He spit several times onto her asshole, and used his fingers to work the spit, along with some of her female lubricant into the tight sphincter, even with her struggling like a wildcat beneath him. She whimpered and clenched her eyes tightly closed as the man corkscrewed his meat into her tight opening. She tried valiantly to resist his entry, and strained to tighten her anus and prevent him from raping her in the butt, but the merciless organ forced its way into her ass. She screamed painfully into her gag as her rapist skewered her ass with his dick, splitting her ass wide open.

‘Oh, baby… you are so tight!’, he huffed, slapping her butt and pinching her clit, ‘Let me in, honey, or I will really fuck the brains out of you!’

As soon as Brent managed to poke his dickhead past her sphincter, he began sawing his dick in and out of her, shoving and thrusting forcefully into her tight hole. Waves after waves of pain burned her anus, leaving her gasping for breath and nearly blacking out from the pain. Finally, she gave up resisting, and submitted to his rape. Panting weakly, she forced her anus to relax so that he could enter her more easily.

‘Oh yeah, baby,’ he sighed, as his dick finally forced its way deep into her, ‘that’s it baby! That’s it… oh… you… you are so tight…. Baby… you… oh… oh… oh…’

As he skewered his young prey, he called out vulgar names and made obscene remarks about her. He taunted her vulgarly as he raped her. After long period of spearing her in the butt, he ultimately inched his entire pole into her butt, and was blissfully fucking her. Because of her tight ass, he didn’t need to work long before his dick swelled and spray his load into her rectum.

Sighing in apparent release, he growled huskily and extracted his penis from her ass. Letting go her knees, he allowed her legs to fall back onto the mattress. He lay sprawled on her body, panting with exertion.  His dick was rubbed raw from the rough sex, yet it was still erect and bloated, thanks to the stimulants still coursing through his system.

‘You know, honey?’ he murmur groggily, as he fondled her breasts, ‘I’ve never fuck you so many times, yet, I still feel like I can fuck you all night! How about that?’

He snuggled up her neck and nuzzled her ears.

‘How about another round, baby?’ he whispered eagerly, and without waiting for an answer, he jumped onto her again and pried open her legs once more.

Exhausted from the struggle, she was horrified to hear her rapist’s intention, but was too weak to struggle any further.  She allowed her thighs to be pushed apart, and then, the stabbing sensation as he entered her once again. Her eyes swollen from all the crying, she no longer could see the light streaming in through the windows. She clenched her eyes tightly, as she felt the man’s hot hands pawed her body, his raping tool pumping into her, and branding her with his cum.

Time and again, the man worked like an animal in heat, pulsating and harsh, he pushed his cock into his helpless ‘wife’. He fucked himself into a climax, emptying his load into her without even noticing how his bed mate was suffering throughout his orgasms. In the cunt, in the ass. Brent worked his prick feverishly, oblivious to the pain on his own dick that had resulted from chaffing a raw cunt and tight asshole.

The sun slowly dipped into the horizon, and the tormenting went on unabated. By nightfall, Jacquetta was barely conscious, and had lost track of the number of times the man had mounted her. Her cunt, ruptured at several places, was a mass of swollen flesh and bleeding cuts. Her bloodied anus clenched fitfully. Beneath the sweaty bodies, spots of dried blood splotched all over the sheets.

After what seemed like eternity, it became apparent the man was winding down. His strokes became more and more erratic and he was taking longer between ejaculations. Finally, hours after he first entered her, she felt his dick quivered and mushroomed within her once more, before he sprayed his last load into her.

‘Baby,’ he mumbled groggily, ‘I think… we’re definitely… going to… have a baby… this time…’

Exhausted and racking with pain, Jacquetta barely took in her rapist’s words.

‘Baby? Have a baby?’ her mind screamed, ‘What… what… what baby?’

She tried to push the man off her, but he merely wiggled his butt drunkenly, grinding his hips more firmly onto her groin, forcing his rod deeper into her.

‘Here,’ he grunted hoarsely, ‘let me make sure…. This last load hits right home… and you… and me… makes Junior!’ With that, he grounded his entire weight behind his hips, pushing his dickhead tightly against her cervix and milked the last drop of cum from his balls. Drained and dehydrated, his body no longer could cope with the buzzing demands of his brain and he slumped into darkness.

She felt the heavy man slumped unconscious onto her, his palms still clutching her breasts, his dick still firmly skewering her. His final words echoed emptily in her mind. Several minutes passed before the words finally struck home.

‘Junior? Baby?’ she thought wildly, ‘Oh god… please… no… no…’

Horrified with the realisation that she may become pregnant with her rapist’s baby, she tried in vain to heave the monster off her, to pull the revolting thing out of her body, and the urge wash her entire body with bleach, to remove all traces of the man from her body.

But she had been struggling against the man this whole time, her petite body worked beyond anything she had ever experience. As fast as the realisation hit her, she felt her strength drained rapidly away from her body, leaving her barely enough strength to gasp for air. Crashed under the weight of her rapist, too weak even to cry, she had no strength to push the man off her. As a final degradation, she drifted to unconsciousness with her rapist’s still clutching her breasts and skewering her like a cheap whore.

Back in the Ranch, Carlos was so excited by the Bowland action, he was rearing to fuck a whore himself. But he had to make sure the bastard take his curtain calls. The problem with those drugged up bastards was that the fixers drove them further than physically possible. They could go on fucking for hours until they died of exhaustion or dehydration, or the whore walk out of them, whichever comes first.

To let the bastard suffer life more than death, he had to make sure Brent stays alive. When he was sure Brent had finally emptied his last load into the whore, he picked up the phone to make a call. An anonymous phone call to the police. To give them a tip about the car that was seen driving away shortly before Jacquetta Saggio’s disappearance from school.

By the time the tip got through and the police tracked the car down to the Bowland’s residence, Jacquetta Saggio has been missing for more than twenty-four hours. When the police stormed the residence, they found the pitiful figure of Jacquetta Saggio trapped under the prone body of Brent Bowland. They had to extract his erected penis from her vagina, before they could separate the two figures. Both were sent to the hospital, where they were treated for severe dehydration, and treated for various physical traumas.

Meanwhile, Hallae Bowland slept peacefully in her prison, blissfully unaware that her husband had been arrested and charged for the brutal assault of a fourteen year old girl.

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Okay, I haven't written many of these, so I ask for your understanding if I made any mistakes along the way.

I'm still writing and rewriting the rest of the story, to give it the ending it deserves.  Stay tuned.