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Coeds European Road Trip Nightmare

By: FINC



The expanse of the Eastern Europe as it rolls forever onwards has that hypnotic effect. Crest after crest reveals nothing but harsh hot plains brilliant with corn like a sea of gold. The eyes have no reference and your heart sets its sights on a new hill and that expected vista of civilization only to be disappointed over and over. Soldiers of Hitler's Germany spoke of the soul sucking sensation; their minds driven towards insanity as day after day of barrenness filed them with foreboding. They had a sense of slowly slipping into an awful vastness from which they could not return. On this occasion the dust billowing sedan might not have been invading Russia but for the young woman at the wheel the last two days had seemed like a military campaign.

Diora turned on the wipers again and they uselessly screeched against the hot dry screen. 

"It's making it worse not better," muttered her friend as the young red head tried to clear her view from hours of dust. They'd left Warsaw earlier that week and only a month into their European expedition had realised that a road trip had it limitations. 

"Did you measure how far Moscow is from Warsaw?" Asked the less opinionated girl in the back seat.

Diora gave a chuckle "well it didn't look that far." But her friends weren't laughing.

"We're not even out of Poland yet are we?" Asked Cassandra flicking through the map. Keeley the back seat babe looked at the driver waiting for an answer. Diora obliged shrugging her shoulders. "Who knows?" They all burst out laughing Cassandra adding, "well, certainly not you honey," then playfully threw the map at her driving friend.

The last two hundred miles or so had been on increasingly rougher roads and as they passed cattle herders and occasional gas station they' d been reassured by nodding locals that "Russia was that a way." But it would have been nice to see something different, a river or a forest or even a large hill.

Diora continued to placate her friends." We had fun last night didn't we? " 

They both looked dismissive, sexy eyebrows raised in incredulity. 

"What you disagree?" Diora replied acting surprised hands twisting the wheel on the potted road." We had a great place to sleep."

Cassandra answered for both. "Diora, it was a barn."

"So?" She continued a smile on her face.

"It had goats in it," added Keeley.

"So?" was her response again and her friends just gave up the debate. All three were college grads fresh from finals and enjoying the last weeks of freedom before the realities of jobs and futures kicked in. However some had more of an adventures side than others.

"Well you had an admirer," Diora added looking at her blonde statuses buddy sat next to her. "I thought you were looking for some romance?"

Cassandra used the same deadpan voice.

"Dee, he was about 90."

Cassandra had not one single spot of blemish on her lightly bronzed skin. Her deep blue eyes smiled at her friend's sarcasms her sculpted face surrounded by a long, straight mane of hair the exact same shade as honey. She then blushed a little looking down at her blouse top.

"And he acted like he'd never seen breast before."

Trying to escape from her white blouse covering her perfect body was a pair of the most succulent breast imaginable. It is as though they were born of the mind of horny schoolboys, firm and globe shaped. She crossed her long thorough bred legs her tight grey skirt riding higher her feet in sweet white heeled sandals.

Diora shook her head amused at her friends preening, "well if you dress like some school mistress on heat what do you expect?" Cassy looked over her round wire spectacles in teacher mimic as if to say. "what do you mean?"

They'd been friends a long time and sometimes Cassandra's innocent but sexy approach kind of grated on her driving friend. Diora's was far more down to earth, lightly freckled face giving her the image of the fiery girl next door in some Western movies of days gone by. Not that she wasn't hot; with a lean, and somewhat curvaceous figure with gravity defying 38 DD bosoms. A great cascade of the most crimson, strawberry red hair framed her upturned nose, high cheekbones and light green eyes. That burning hair today matching the gaudy pink heart shaped sunglasses, which she was using to hold back the glare of the sun.

"What do you think?" Diora asked glancing over her shoulder to her rear-seated friend. "Is Cassy a tart or what?" Her blonde friend gave her a playful slap adding," hey...don't answer that Keeley."

The quiet girl sat in the rear grinned then replied tactfully," Oh I wouldn't want to say." Diora instantly replying with a belly laugh." Thank you! You just have honey, you just have."

Keeley spoke with a sweet English accent reminiscent of actresses and starlets of the golden age of Hollywood. An exchange student on her final year she been taken under the wing of this sassy pair of American college idols. And why not, as this buxom English rose was a match in every way for her transatlantic friends. Her long straight locks framed her high cheekbones and her nose arced upwards in a perfect way accenting her image of class. Her tiny waist accentuated her hips in the tight black bodice, firm, round, natural breast were held firmly inside by her black 36 DD's brassiere. This trio of college friends certainly fitted if not deserved their sarcastic school nickname as the 3 double dee's. 

Sat long legs crossed her sensible black heeled shoes tapping a tune as she enjoyed the adventure Keeley beautiful mascara eyes looked wicked and indulgent. But it was Cassandra who was looking for romance not Keeley the slightly shy girl was just happy with the world and her life the way it was.

The Brit babe suddenly changed the conversation. "Look! What's that ahead."

As the car slowed the girls could see a donkey limping at the side of the road its rickety trolley still attached.

"Oh my, the poor thing." Diora gasped slowing to a halt. The beast snorted and seemed to be slowly going around in lame circles. But luckily it had no load to haul in its pathetic circular journey.

"Where's its owner?" Cassandra added straining her eyes on the flat horizon for the answer.

"Must have gone to get help?" Keeley suggested. Diora shook her head. "I doubt there any vets near by." Then the designated driver for the day wound up the widow putting her heeled boot on the gas. "Come on lets leave it alone."

The three babes sat in silence for the next ten minutes unhappy with their decision but knowing they could do nothing. Keeley was about to raise the question of its owner again when they saw a figure ahead in the road. As the car neared and passed they could see it was a young man his chest bare his biceps straining as he hauled a long box. He looked up for a second his handsome face contorted in effort his brow awash as he tugged the connecting rope, dragging the bizarre load along the road.

"Oh heavens that's him, It's his donkey." Keeley said eyes blinking watching his big strong torso disappear behind them in a cloud of car dust.

"That box he was pulling," Cassandra added hand to mouth, "it looked like a coffin."

Diora slowed looking over her shoulder. "The cart, the donkey, the poor man what's he doing?" She decided to turn around and pull up to the straining figure

"He must have taken hours to get this far." Cassandra surmised as he stopped hand on hips panting looking at the stationary vehicle. Keeley peered out at his pine box Diora adding. "Yep that's a coffin alright."

The bouffant redhead stepped out of the car. Her sexy shorts wearing legs finished in heeled cowgirl boots and those wonderfully mummeries were barely held in place by a pink tee shirt with the logo of the Miami Dolphins. Her heart shape sunglasses protected her from the mid day glare and she looked at the muscled and hairy chest man through a pink haze.

"Hi. Are you ok?" She asked.

He smiled as he tried to catch his breath. "Yes... yes thank you."

Cassandra had also stepped out her long legs struggling to remain dignified in the short grey skirt as she exited the door. Her white blouse added to the college lecturer look. Her big blue eyes twinkling though the appropriate round spectacles. And on seeing his discomfort added. "I don't mean to be rude but it doesn't look that way." 

He nodded then shrugged his shoulders adding. "No... no you are correct."

Keeley whispered from the window to Cassandra but the young man heard her and replied.

"It's my sister," he said without showing emotion." She died two days ago."

Then he looked back up the road raising his hands in some type of question to heaven.

"Yes we saw your cart and donkey." Diora said sympathetically. He nodded trying to find the word for it. "Lame," the girls answered. "Yes lame," he said rubbing his chiselled chin and deep, square eyes sockets. He was clearly having a bad day.

He gripped the rope again about to begin hauling.

"No." Diora said, "please stop. Look lets give you a ride."

He shook his head. "Please I insist," she replied opening the rear passenger door. "We'll take you down the road you can get a truck or something at the next village."

"Village?" He asked. Cassandra nodded. "Yeah of course you know where you're taking the er... coffin to start with."

He looked ahead as if he could see this promised hamlet." Oh yes the village;" he said, looking back at his precious cargo, but still unsure.

"Please," Diora added wanting to make up for their failure to help his poor donkey.

"Yes I see," he finally said realising he was not getting anywhere soon," very well I accept. You are very kind."

He pulled on his t-shirt straining his forearms stiffening his biceps and Cassandra and Diora gave each other a slight raise of eyebrow. Then picking up a satchel resting on the coffin he sat in the back seat his big bulk making Keeley slide towards the door a look of surprise on her face. Diora took a last look at the pale long box the scar of its passage stretching back down the travelled highway. 

"See you later sis," she said quietly and solemnly, and then got back in her seat.

As the car sped off and the desolate silence of the plains flowed back a faint noise of exhausted scratching could be heard from sister's battered abandoned box.

Back in the car Cassandra had turned her body to face backwards skirt riding up knees flashing as she conversed with their new found friend. Diora's eyes flicked to the mirror then back to the road, as she felt a little jealous of her friends. Keeley after her original shock now sat curling her hair with her finger nodding and acting with interest as the young man spoke.

The man was typical east European stock. Broad and dark he was over 6 foot with shaven black hair and heavy stubble. Now with his t-shirt back on his pectoral muscles strained on the fabric his arms looking like he was used to heavy backbreaking work. He nodded in polite gesture seeming a little embarrassed to be in such close proximity to three young angels.

"You are British? He asked. Keeley nodded. "Yes, but not my friends." 

"Americans," Cassandra replied.

He smiled, "yes of course very pretty girls in America." And Cassandra gave an appreciative nod. "Why thank you sir. You Europeans are so polite." He turned back to Keeley the young brunette's eyes like dark pools." My sister would have liked you." He said in a husky deep voice, "I would have like to have seen you with my sister." 

Keeley corrected. "I would have like you to have seen my sister."

He did not respond just smiled in admiration of her dark massacred face.

Cassandra turned and straightened her skirt seeing the look on Diora's face and her smirk. As he laughed with Keeley she said in a hushed tone and a slight ignominy, "Well we seem to have taken his mind off things anyway."

"Are you a farmer?" Diora asked looking in her mirror. "He gave a non committal shrug keeping his eyes on Keeley and the red head gritted her teeth in annoyance. He then looked down for something.

"My tools," he said in worry. Keeley bent down picking the bag up from between her feet. "Here it is."

He seemed relieved. "Thank you I cannot work without my tools." Then added, "I am not a farmer miss," looking at Diora's eyes in the mirror. "My apologies for been rude but you see the irony is painful. I am the local undertaker."

The girls nodded and looked sadly at their brave passenger all thinking the same in unison. "The poor man having to bury his own sister, how awful." 

He placed his bag on his knee and Keeley watched fascinated by this big strong man. He opened the zip and took out a long hoped piece of wire. "What's that?" She asked his hand producing a second piece. He held up both hoops.

Diora's head turned just in time to see the metal loop go over Cassandra. As it came down over her head to her chest he pulled the wire cord the hoop closing pulling her neck back flat hard against the headrest stand.

"Jesus!"

The blondes hand instantly reached up to struggle her head rigid in place her body in motion but unable to remove the bind. Diora slammed on the brakes struggling with the wheel then felt her own neck bitten by steel the firm cord tightening pulling her body back against car head rest.

The car spun to a halt both women desperately gripping their necks. In the back Keeley was scratching at the door handle as the man had ignored her vain attempt at stopping him and dealt with the front two passengers first. But now his body pressed against hers his hands gripping her wrist pulling them behind her back another wire hoop locking her wrists together before his strong hand pulled her upright.

All three girls were struggling the two in the front like dancing puppets legs kicking arms flaying to no effect. Keeley was panting still hopelessly trying to kick the door to escape. He pushed his arm into the busty girl's midriff and pinned her to the seat all the while silent and controlled. Desperate finger grappled with the wire neck binds but they couldn't untie themselves from bondage.

After five minutes of cat a hollering all the girls began to tire and slowly come down to some level of control. As they whimpered and cussed he remained silent until finally all voices had stopped.

"Good," he then said slightly releasing his pressure on Keeley seated body.

"Now behave yourselves and we will get on very well."

He removed his arm fully and Keeley remained in her seat legs tight together arms behind her back. Her chest was rising and falling as she panted.

Diora began to speak and the man interrupted. "I said be quiet. Now, American Blondie put your arms behind your seat." Cassandra shook her head the cord making this action difficult. "Get this fucking off me!"

He reached around pulling one wrist. "Do it!" he snapped and she realised she had no choice. His rear bound babe watched with a slight whimper as Cassandra's wrists were bound in wire hoop locking her fully to the car seat.

He then tapped Diora on the shoulder. "Put your hands on the wheel." She did as she was asked. His pushed forward and began to wire both wrists on the wheel until she was locked in place.

"Please," Cassandra moaned tugging at her binds a little, "we just mmfff!"

Then once again going into his bag the man pulled a tape over her mouth then as Diora gave out a desperate plea he pressed duct tape on her beautiful lips. Keeley was the only one with a degree of freedom. Both her friend where wired to the car and silenced with tape

He reached forward and turned the ignition. "Begin driving," he commanded. Diora wasn't sure what to do. "Please do as I say." He said quietly and patiently. In a few moments the vehicle began to move off again.

"You have lots of expensive things with you," he said looking at Keeley. She shook her head." No, only a rucksack each we are backpacking." The man shook his head I do not believe you."

Keeley tried to explain again. "We have nothing just a few thousand dollars. Just take the money and let us go." The man tapped his hand on the car ceiling. "This is a fine vehicle I will take this as well."

"Whatever just let us out," she begged.

There was a turning ahead to the right, an arrow straight track stretching off miles into the distance.

"Turn here," he ordered and Diora mumbled a refusal under her tape. "Do it!" he snapped. She slowed and turned looking horrified at Cassandra as the blonde beauty look back with equal anxiety.

"We drive until the railway crossing," he said." Then I will take your car and you can wait for a train. There is one every other day." 

Diora shook her head again and slowed the car. He pulled himself forward gripping her under the chin. "No one is here, no one. So few people come this way I have to eek out a living covering villages nearly hundred miles away. So please don't be foolish miss."

He spoke louder, "do you all understand?" Then remained silent as slowly all three nodded. He leaned back his hand going to rub his groin as he spoke. "The journey will take a little while. There will be plenty of time for us to become friends." The two women in front moaned inside their taped mouths trying to speak. Keeley looked cow eyed at the impassive man. "What do you mean?" 

He gave her a slight smile as if explaining to a child." In my country there's the hunter and the prey. You shouldn't worry yourselves so much. It is the way of the world. I only expect that you accept the situation and act in the manner befitting you."

"What manner? What situation?" She stammered.

"I have captured the prize. You must allow me the spoils."

His hands came up to the top of Keeley bodice blouse and his fingers started to unbutton her straps.

"You all have excellent breast. I wish to see them fully."

Keeley wriggled as her bodice popped hook after hook the car still motoring along her friends looking over their shoulders in mouth-taped horror.

" No stop it, you can't do that." The sexy Brit yelped her hands unable to stop him her thighs pushing her body up away hard against the door. He gave a grunt of satisfaction as the bodice parted and then gripped the edges ripping it open Keeley gasping as her breast ejected like two activated airbags.

"Aw no please, I, I..." She stammered as her perfect hard tits hung their proud and now slowly beading with sweat. Her nipples and areolas were Barbie pink the nuts looking like two teats from baby's bottles. His hands raise up to cup the pale white flesh Keeley exhaling a long gasp feeling his thumbs gyrating on her nipples like he was manipulation a gaming controller.

His hands grew firmer squeezing her flesh making her back arch her oval pouted lips release another sensation filled gasp. They then trailed down her tight waist to the top of her skirt the finger tugging at the rim. Keeley shook her head. He put a finger to her lips and nodded, "I want to see all of you," before returning to his mission.

Diora's and her two friends felt like this journey would never end. Only twenty minutes in and the cabin resembled something from a playboy party limousine. Tied in place they had no way of stopping his games. All three girls now sat with their magnificent breasts exposed. Cassandra's shirt had been carefully unbuttoned and her cupped brassiere squeezed and slowly unclipped until her bronzed firm tits bobbed as she panted and jutted on the uneven road. He carefully felt the weight caressing like fruits but was satisfied Diora's were that little bit bigger. The furious red head had continued to steer as he hooked her t-shirt over her head and jiggled her free bra-less bosoms squeezing them together telling her that all Americans had big tits, he'd seen in on TV. Diora had moaned in her taped lips, teeth gritting as he teased her big fat nipples slowly feeling her flesh harden.


Coeds European Road Trip Nightmare Ch. 02



Deep into Eastern Europe on the plains of Poland an adventurous road trip by 3 college babes had quickly turned into a pit of humiliation and despair. Thinking they were helping a stranded local their hitchhiker was in fact a dominating kidnapper. Cleverly restraining all of them they had been forced to drive off the beaten track to a remote collection of ram shackle buildings. 

Now held under his bizarre funeral parlour the "undertaker" begins to bit-by-bit break down their resistance to his evil plans.

*****

From her locked bent forward position it was difficult for Keeley to lift her head to look straight ahead. The stocks bit into her shoulders; her tiny wrists snapped through even smaller gaps in the scissor wood beams. Her mouth was dripping saliva from the edge of her lips as she slurped on the big neon ball gag. The feeling was disgusting, this shy and well-behaved British girl now experiencing the darker side of sexual games. She gargled on the rubber bit trying to catch the eye of the kneeling Cassandra. The blonde prim teen with the goldilocks cascading hair was like a terrified rabbit her eyes wide, frozen to her knees watching as the undertaker wrestled with the third co-ed their fiery best friend.

Diora face was a contorted disbelieving picture." This couldn't be happening; it just couldn't!" The man was trying to strip her for action, her resistance was sincere but the inevitability was so embarrassing to all of them.

The man and hot babe grunted like battling hogs; grappling for control until the undertaker spun her pushing the sexy redhead over the worktable. His hands ripping her t-shirt from her shoulders her big melons bouncing free again, Diora's hand rising in reflex to shield them. "Its pointless fighting," he said dispassionately," you are all now my captives, my sex slaves no?" It was more a statement rather than question.

"Just accept your mine bitch," he snapped as Diora's hands swiped and missed his face; his charming eastern manner now long gone, a more detached sinister intent in its place. 

He was naked a mountain of muscles in his big work boots, his cock starting to stiffen and unfurl as his hands and body wrestled with hot co-ed flesh. The room was dim and claustrophobic, the crackle of controlled flame mixed with the hum of a weak electric light bulb overhead.

"Look please you can't do this," Diora gasped as their bodies competed for the upper hand, arms flailing legs hooking and kicking, their efforts echoing in the confined underground dungeon. "We have money, our families have money." 

But he ignored her bargaining as Diora weakened and weakened.

He clamped his arms over her shoulder, straining to hold one then the other female hand to the edge of long wooden table as he fastened her wrists around leathered manacles. She gave a frustrated howl when both arms were locked out her breasts swaying with gravity beneath her twisting shoulders. 

She was now bent over the table arms gripping either side her ass feeling the denim shorts tugged down then dragged from one cowgirl booted foot then the other. The busty woman was shrieking in a high indignant tone the sensation of her bare ass and legs rubbing against stripped denim making her spine tingle. Diora had no bra and the tiniest thong as undergarments and her full round bronzed ass barely showed the tiny piece of fabric tight in her crack. 

"No! Stop it you bastard!"

His hands now able to stop pinning her and instead began to grope her big fleshy round buns and she gritted her brilliant teeth. His fingers biting into her flesh like he was kneading two enormous stress balls. "Hmmm great big slave tits," he drooled holding both her boobs from beneath bouncing them in his palms; then griping both in claw hands twisting them. 

She grunted at his rough massaging attention with total embarrassment. "Oh for fucks sake, someone help us!" 

Fingers then moved to hook inside her gusset pulling the thong to snapping point. Diora shook her head as the fabric gave way the man looking back at the kneeling Cassandra, "Come closer Blondie," he ordered. " I need help lubricating your friends pussy hole."

The poor blonde girl had remained kneeling totally submissive watching the pointless resistance of her friend. In the car she'd had to watch Keeley fucked over the vehicles trunk. The feelings had been horrendous but now she felt more desensitised, as if refusals to accept reality might make it all go away. But he was calling to her, calling her back into the factual world. Her mind was protesting. "He needed her to do what?"

Cassandra snapped into the here and now shaking her head her breathing laboured as she protested in horror. "No you filthy fuck I'm not fucking helping you do anything." She reared back staggering to her feet heading for the stairs. The big virile man his rock hard cock swinging like a standard on stormy deck replied calmly in a terrifyingly arrogant and dismissive manner.

"Very well run, but if you do see what I will have to do my little bondage bride over there." He just didn't seem to care or even believe he was acting in any way wrong; it all seemed like a big game with an inevitable outcome he already knew. His amusement was that his captives didn't seem to realise.

The undertaker was now glistening like an oiled body builder as he stopped molesting the bound Diora and moved towards the prostrate stock clamped Keeley. Cassy halted from her flight, rigid in her heels on the first step upwards her eyes wide chest rising and falling in her damp blouse. She wanted to run but felt compelled to listen and watch she couldn't just leave them; could she?

The man unfastened Keeley ball gag the girl coughing and spluttering as her tongue was freed. "Cough! Oh God Cassy what's he going to do?" Cassandra had no answer but to watch, her big blue eyes transfixed.

His hands trailed over Keeley's back following the curve of her spine to that fine raise rump. Behind the Brits stocks was a hearth built into the wall the flames from a small well-controlled fire crackling adding to the intense heat in the room.

The undertaker never took his eyes of Cassandra fixing her with a holding stare as his hand reach towards the wall pulling down a heart shaped piece of wood and spout. 

Cassandra recognised it as a bellows; a concertinaed fabric between two wooden paddles handles. This medieval device allowed you to open and close the chamber; air was drawn in along its length and then spurted out through a narrow metal spout.

He knelt to the fire thrusting the spout into the hot ambers pumping the bellows the whole fireplace roaring with added oxygen; the flames a belching orange.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

He pumped the device a few times before drawing a full chamber of hearth sooty hot air. Diora started to gasp and wrestle more with her binds as she began to understand his actions. "Oh fuck he not; please tell me he's not!" She gasped turning the face of the British beauty porcelain white with confusion and worry.

Keeley couldn't see but she wriggled feeling his hand on her ass the warm metal spout tapping against her flesh making her buck. The tip was touching her slit the warm nozzle a bizarre sensation. Cassandra shook her head looking at her friend's confused face. "No he couldn't!" She thought in horror.

Keeley was all desperate questions." Oh Jesus Cassy oh what he going to uhhhhhhh!" The babe's eyes stood out on storks the naughty spout sliding up inside her pussy as she bent over. Unable to close her legs or even pull away she stiffened in panic the tube deep and straight the man's hands on the bellow paddles.

Cassy put her hand to her mouth the sweat beading on her nose and neckline.

Diora stopped her pointless attempts at escape and she too stared open mouthed her own predicament now less relevant. "No please don't..." she never managed to finish her sentence the undertaker pressing hard forcing the bellow plate's together Keeley's pussy filling with hot gas.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh shittt! " She shrieked her mouth gobbling the air her ass bouncing beautiful mammaries like boulders thundering together beneath her as her hips and back gyrated in spasm. Her tight young chute pumped full, bloated and rinsed with hot cinder air.

"Noooo! I cant take this!" She exploded in panic. The metal spout pulled from her air belching pussy the man thrusting the spout tip back into the embers pumping it again.

"This time shall we leave the spout in a little longer," he said in mock question.

Keeley shook her head her face looking desperate at Cassy. He removed the spout from the fire ready to give the brunette another steamy injection.

"No, No!" The Cassandra shouted her legs almost giving way as she accepted the inevitability of her situation. "Just stop doing that," she groaned as rushed back away from the stairs and into the sex carnival.

The undertaker gave a stern nod putting the bellows away and moved towards her his hand on his stiff cock, now totally oblivious to his pussy pumped brunette.

"So you do as I command pony?" He asked with his head to one side quizzically. 

Cassy stuttered in confusion, "p. p. pony..?" The undertaker nodded. "Of course, a man always needs a strong creature to help his toils. I think you will do well little pony."

"Jesus Cassy!" Diora spat frustrated with her own in ability to act sooner and now her friends' compliance, "fucking stop listening to the bastard and start helping us." 

Cassy looked around and saw a big piece of wood baton nearby. She gripped it wielding it high like a samurai sword her legs tensed balancing on heels, grey skirt showing her thighs pushed hard against the material ready for battle.

The man thrust out a finger. "Pony put that down immediately," he bellowed. The room echoed to his defending command. Cassy nerve buckled the man's torso a chisel statue like mound his arms almost as thick as her sexy toned thighs.

His command sent a chill down her spine. His cock pointed straight up big balls tight in his sack his muscled body able to snap her in two at a whim. His fine chiselled face was half in shadow as deep-piercing eyes glinted. His chest puffed out like a peacock as his ready himself for battle. What were her chances? 50/1? 100/1? She doubted even that.

"Ok, ok, " she spluttered quickly dropping the stick like it was another hot poker ready for her friends ass. "I'll do what you say, "she added in panic as he neared fists clenched both her friends howling with disbelief.

"Look!" She shouted, the frustration showing in her own tight fist hands," lets just fucking do what he wants." The man smiled in approval as his impressive mass came within a few inches of her. She gulped at his cock, which was now tapping her blouse tummy. 

"Please, " she added standing waiting for instruction," just when your finished remember we just want to get out of here." 

He looked down impassively before turning back to the worktable one hand on his stiff bulbous cock the other stroking down the spine to rump of the redheaded Diora. He was back in control.

"Enough talking Yankee pony," he said in a dismissive voice not even turning his head from his table bound captive. "Time to take your clothes off and come kneel down here." As he waited for her response he glided over Diora's back and made soothing noises as if he was admiring his favourite livestock.

With final grunts of frustration from Keeley and Diora, Cassy slowly undid her blouse then slipped it from her shoulder. The stunning woman's arms reach back around unzipping her grey skirt the material pooling around her heels. Then she pushed her tiny briefs over her porcelain rear slightly bending her long waxed legs until she was a naked alabaster goddess tits as firm as fruits heels legs and hips like the curved strokes of a flowing artists brush. Her blonde main framed her blue innocent eyes her spectacles still on like some naughty fake teacher at a jocks 21st birthday party.

He beckoned her closer then pointed for her to the side of him.

Diora pushed back the man pressing on her shoulder blades with his free hand the other one now pressing Cassandra's shoulder making her kneel at his side. Now he had the hourglass teen like his favourite dog waiting patiently at her master's side

The angry stunner looked over to Keeley the girl watching the scene from her own private corner. She could see the undertaker at her shoulder feel his presence near her exposed rear. He was talking quietly to the kneeling girl gently coaxing her to his demands. She was whining but obeying her beautiful full-lipped mouth opening to swallow the thick rampant cock.

Cassandra's body was wriggling and tensing her hands up in pitiful objection the man feeding his cock down her throat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm" She gagged his big cock head on her tongue; then pushing deeper, her sweet lips around the foreskin pushing it back trying to reduce the thrust.

"Yes I know its big," he said sympathetically holding his cock at the base guiding it more into her cheek making her puff up like a chipmunk. The sexy babes expression said it all as another inch managed to get past her lips. "Just take your time," he advised.

Cassandra obeyed.

"Good pony, more spittle," he groaned, then his hips gave two or three controlled jerks, fucking into her face, his hand on her head Cassy struggling to gobble and breathe at the same time. He held the back of her head pulling her onto him as he increased his speed short upward jerks each one being accompanied by a muffled gag.

"Cough!" she finally gave a resonant splutter, saliva dripping from his shaft as he withdrew turning his hips and pushing his wet rod up against Diora rear.

"Now you hot college bitch," he announced with some satisfaction, "time to get up inside you."

His cock tip opened her labia pressing for entry.

"I will give you a good fucking, you wont be disappointed."

The red head in the cowboy boots rattled her table wrist manacles gritting her teeth as his cock slid up her pussy from behind.

"Ohhh fuck you bastard uggggg!"" He jerked his hips her feet almost lifting his rod thrusting up her hole lubricated by her best friends spittle. He gave a satisfied grunt his balls swinging with the thrust slapping against her clit. One, two, three, four hard upward fucks.

He withdrew pushing his cock back towards the horrified Cassy. She had no option but to open and swallow again this time a hint of revulsion in her gagging slurping noises. The taste was more potent.

" Pony, suck all your friends naughty love juice off. She's wetting up nicely."

Keeley could see his alternating game. First a few hard deep strokes up Diora, then pulling out to re-lubricate; pumping for a few moments into Cassy's dripping mouth then back to Diora. The red head had stopped trying to buck or kick, he'd told her she'd be getting the bellows up her pussy if she didn't start behaving and, "let him get on with fucking her big titted brains out."

"Good girls," he gasped pulling once again from his blonde sucker and thrusting up the now complaint Diora. This time he remained a little longer getting his hands around her waist one gripping ripe tits holding her in place as he made more of a fucking rhythm.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," Diora now couldn't stop from groaning with this continue assault. Up until then she had gritted her teeth. But with his big hips banging up at a rate of knots her tits flapped up and down the fleshy globes slapping together as he pumped her with vengeance.

"Yes, yes take it up inside American slut," he growled his hands tight on her waist allowing her own motion to agitate and bounce her breasts. As he increased his motion she yelped fingers biting the table the upward motion of her melons slapping herself in the chin.

"Aw, aw, aw, aw" She squealed arching her back his steel hard cock now like he was trying to lift her up onto some impaling stake. Her body was tense her thigh rock solid long legs rigid like bronze as she looked to the ceiling for some divine help.

The sensation was deep and heated. The cock was invading at will, his hands all over her nipples, his tongue licking her neck. The heat of the cellar made her a runny mess of sweat. The noise of his flesh slapping hers added to the feeling of revulsion but dark sexual pleasure. She knew full well why she stopped at the side of the road in the first place, that strong barrel chest, chiselled deep eye sockets, that swarthy unshaven demure. But this is not how she'd imagined their first time might be like together. 

Her body was betraying her under his virile attentions. She knew that it was no idle boast he made to the kneeling Cassy, and that her friends tongue tasted her excited dripping juice collected by his twisting cock.

The cock slipped from her, the tall girl a dripping mess of sweat and he pushed back into Cassandra. Her cheeks bulged even more as he tried to insert it sideways into her mouth. "Take it all in pony!" The girl's eyes were crossing with effort.

Just as she amazingly accomplished the task he withdrew out again gripping her gasping head his other hand opening Diora's ass cheeks.

"Kiss pony, kiss there." He thrusts the blondes face into Diora's ass crack demanding she slurp on the friend sweaty anus. "Good pony lick her chute clean," he laughed as Diora wailed in humiliation the sensation of soft teen tongue disgusting but sensuous. Cassy had done instinctively as commanded rimming her hole with spittle and Diora's own liquid secretion.

The man pulled the slurping Blonde away the girl blushing in horror and pushed his cock back up Diora's pussy his hands on her tits like two big bags slapping them together as he hammered home.

"Get up, "He coughed the effort making him struggle to speak," Quickly Pony get up and bend over the table ass well."

Cassandra staggered to her feet moving around the table until she had room opposite the fucked grunting Diora, and then she bent over in an inviting manner.

"Oh fuck uhh, you uggh agg!" Diora was cussing and gasping the wet hard slaps of her tits juggled together matching her deep penetrative grunts and the sound of his pelvis on her battered ass. Phut! Phut! Phut!

"Shut up you bitch, " He gasped his thrusting pelvis vibrating her ass like a wobbly jelly mould. "Bounce those big tits, faster, faster!" Diora's body complied more from his physical thrusts than her own efforts her wonderful full tits like two beach balls dancing down long steep steps.

Suddenly she was free of him the man at her side his mammoth hard on springing upright to his flat stomach. He moved around the table looking menacingly at his passive blonde pony. He grabbed her hips roughly the young woman making a slight exclamation but not changing from her bent over wanton stance.

"Ooooooooohhhh!" She gave an echoing coo of sensation his hot rod stuffing up her hole. Her pussy gripping in effort as his tool began to piston in and out of her deep tight shaft.

"That's it pony, ugh very strong muscles good girl, ride, ride my dear." His hips banged back and forth his cock a blur of stabbing meat the big table creaking with the weight of his plugged babe and the force of his ruts up her. In her heels she was able to spread her legs wide his tall bulk still able to push high and in like he was digging a grave up inside his angel.

Cassy gave small gasping mews of sensation her pathetic noise like an injured cat. The voice grew deeper the belly roans longer as his impossibly stiff cock seemed to have the endurance of a god. Her sensation filled moans grew stronger and wilder and she didn't seem to care that her two captive friends watched on in disgust at her perverse excitement.

He pushed her head down on the wooden surface her lips dripping saliva in a steady pool. Her sexy blue eyes were fixed wide like she was in a trance her lips foaming more as her body rocked to his deep thunderous ruts. The room was stiflingly hot and her senses swam with grunting, heated pressure inside her chute and the knowledge both her friends were watching the sight so close by. Her groans were deep echoes of reined in enjoyment the man humping her bones with the style and power of a master over his property.




Coeds European Road Trip Nightmare Ch. 02



He was in a fierce but steady controlled rhythm wiping his brow hand holding her shoulders down as he enjoyed the feeling of her tight hot muscles fighting against his nasty stabbing length. "This one was gushing more than the redhead," he mused in satisfaction feeling her insides squelch to his pressure.

"Oh, oh ugghh, slower, slower!" Cassy groaned his fucking at the edge of her endurance. "It's to much I ugghhh!" In response he increased his speed his cock now like a jackhammer angry that she had even dared speak back. Both his hands went over her gasping mouth making it difficult for her to breathe at the same time pulling her body tight onto him as he sent the girl into a dazed head swimming sate.

Phut!Phut!Phut!Phut!Phut! 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" She drooled around his fingers her eyes rolling back in her head, body going limp.

He stopped in an instant the feinted Cassy slumping onto the table her knees bending in eyes close in relief. Pulling his wet stiff rod from her quivering snatch he walked back around past the bent over Diora slapping her ass as he went. 

"Keep it high bitch, " he shouted as he passed, "I have use for that soon." The babe panting in disbelief looking at her fucked senseless friend could only manage, "you animal."

With Diora still chained and the compliant pony momentarily dazed by exhaustion he attended to Keeley. 

In her bent over stock position she could only wait until his cock slid up her aching hot pussy. She gave a moan of invasion then a series of grunts as he began to hump her with purpose. The stocks were shaking the wooden binds creaking and twisting as the girl dressed in black basque and kinky boots shuddered with his attentions. 

Keeley's eyes were crossing her tits bouncing and wobbling like a belly dancers tassels the undertaker using the stocks itself as sturdy grip each inward thrust like he was trying to force her slim body through the stock neck opening.

"Uggh ughh ughh!" She gave appropriate noises of penetration her shoulders slamming against the stocks her newly acquired heel boots pushing hard on the floor to steady her. Like before in the car he was fucking her as she looked at her horrified companions. But now they were also showing the signs of sexual exertion Diora a sweaty big breasted mess her scarlet mane streaked across her face and Cassandra a spent heap her eyes still closes as she lay slumped on the wooden work table.

He removed himself from her his cock streaming precome and gave her ass a series of healthy spanks. He commanded "up" as he undid the wooden scissors from around her neck and wrists. "Time to join the games," he announced.

The girl arched her back stretching in relief as she stood upright her bedraggled hair like a wild woman's her deep massacred eye sockets adding to that sultry witch look.

Keeley's legs remained open as she stood in manacled thigh high boots a bare crotch and a cup less Basque. Her tits were now able to jut upwards in gravity defying excellence. He pulled her arms behind her back binding them again.

"You are still a naughty little minx," he said almost in a whisper," I'm not taking any chances with you unlike your lovely pony friend." Only after her arms were locked behind her back did he unfasten her heeled boots.

He taunted Cassandra as he marched Keeley to the table. "Wake up Pony, don't be passing out for good." The heat in the cellar was stifling and along with his rampant mounting the blonde babe was drifting in and out of consciousnesses, her head swimming in a warm blanket of heat. She lifted herself upright moving back from the table as the undertaker made his next move pushing past her.

He thrust Keeley over the table her head looking up at the bound Diora. The mans hand pressed on her back as his other hand began to spank her great round ass again He looked as the sulking Cassy the girl standing with a cute finger in her mouth an empty look on her face. "Pony!" He shouted look there on the wall. "Put that on and come here."

His ass swipes continued down on Keeley the girl bucking and yelping arms tied behind her back tits pressed onto the table. The brunette was desperately trying to relive the sting his palms making full contact her beautiful round ass releasing an echoing crack as her jelly flesh wobbled.

At the wall rack Cassandra took the device down holding its length in one hand the harness in the other. She gulped her fingers running over the knotted vibrators length. It was black and curved like a banana the material a series of ridges and rubber nuts creating a fierce demon cock. At its base it had two 3 inch storks pointing up together, in size and shape like two fat fingers in a v signal. These black storks and dildo sat on a fist shaped base with an evident power on-off button.

"Put it on!" The undertaker shouted his hand still punishing the naughty Keeley.

Cassy gulped again seeing the whole thing was in a hip and thigh harness. The blondes fingers touched the stiff mini spikes on the device. "Two?" She thought for a second before realising how she was expected to wear this awful contraption.

She whined her feint anguish masked by Keeley's slapped ass and resonating grunts of punishment. Biting her lip she began to pull the harness on and up both finger cocks searching for her holes.

""That's right pony one in your pussy the other your ass, Hurry I know its uncomfortable but your friend can't take much more of this."

Keeley was gasping her whole body shaking with the slaps her hands were out in claw shapes her face on the table gnawing the wood and her fixed desperate stare showed every last inch of palm was connecting with her rear

"Ugh Pleaseee Casssy hurry. Hurrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!" She wailed as her ass bucked. Cassy nodded her face showing her concern at Keeley's tone of voice; and she used her own finger to find then force the storks up inside her.

"Uuuggggggg!" At last they were in.

"I'm going to watch you two fuck now," he said his hand never stopping the rhythmic slapping. Keeley replied her eyes lashes flaring as she began to feel feint. "Yes ahh, ahh yesss yesss ahhhhhh ok!" She was nodding desperately as the undertaker snapped back at Cassy. "Speed up with that harness pony."

Cassy was running over now in small tottering heeled steps. She looked fabulous a long legged blonde goddess the curved black phallus bouncing from her crotch out like a waving weapon. The two rubber fingers had gone in her the ass one with some clenching of teeth; now the tapered invaders sat snugly and at rest deep up inside; the harness pulled on tight around her hips and under her thighs.

The man was ready to come now his captured prizes had performed well. How better they were than kidnapped village teens. He remembered to return for his discarded roadside coffin this very night. But for now she would have to wait. He stopped his spanking of Keeley panting with his own exertion. He pulled the bondage brunette up the girl yelping and forced her towards the erect Cassandra.

He dropped Keeley down onto her back using his boot to push her ankles wider her pussy mound rising in anticipation. The Brit had her hands tied behind her back and her tits thrust upwards towards the standing Cassy. The blonde was shaking her head in a pathetic and pointless lament. The Undertaker took her hand and slowly made her kneel between her friend open thighs. "That's it Pony, you're a stallion now. Mount your mate." He then pressed on her hips making the Cassandra struggle but fall onto her waiting mount.

"Push in; that's it. Now!" He coached helping angle the treaded vibrator seeing Keeley's expression as the thick shaft entered. Delighting at hearing Cassy apologies as she was eased inside her friend's shaft.

Cassy shook her head not wanting to look down but unable to look away from the deep sensation filled eyes of the brunette. Once again she started to utter a "so sorry" but as the words escaped her lips she went stiff a long oval pouted coo coming from her mouth. Keeley also stiffening her tits suddenly juddering up as the vibrator came alive with power.

The undertaker smiled hearing the strong whirr of plastic seeing Cassy wriggle the anal and pussy fingers gyrating and digging inside like a crazy medical examination: the big knotted cock up Keeley throbbing with a deep bumblebee hum.

The undertaker his own cock now on the limit of endurance returned to Diora. He held onto her waist sliding himself back inside steadily pumping as he watched the floor writhing girls get it on.

Keeley was on her back knees up legs apart or the sexy blond riding over her kneeling pushing the black buzzing dildo into the girls pussy. Cassy had struggled to pull the harness tight around her hips and crack but now it was like a male appendage the base rigid to her clit the black banana a visual shock. The smaller but more animated plastic fingers up inside herself were beginning to make her moan and she struggled to concentrate on a steady back and forth thrusting that the man had order from her.

"Good fuck faster," he groaned his own cock pounding Diora his hands groping her bouncing tits. He licked her neck grunting in her ear. Cassandra gritted her teeth her hips bucking more her eyes looking to the ceiling away from Keeley's dark pools.

"Do you like it slut," he asked the rutting Diora. " Do you like seeing your friends fuck each other?" His cock was hammering up hard into her. Diora was now exhausted; left in this position so long her arms were on fire her thighs the same. The two girls on the floor appeared in a world of their own moaning and writhing blonde hair mixing with matted long brunette locks as their bodies merged and slid together.

"Oh god it's a nightmare," moaned Diora's mind as his cock continued to enjoy her tight rubbery insides. He was watching the lesbian floorshow massaging himself with her body, using her like a blow up doll to bring him to climax.

He pulled his cock from Diora's rear his hand jerking like mad as he watched Cassy plug her friend with increasing fervour. Her angled his tip at Diora fantastic tensed butt.

"Ahh that's it I'm going to come, come all over your big beautiful ass you stupid bitch." He was jerking his hips his balls tight in their sack his hand an angry gripping clamp." Dirty girls," he gasped. "Stupid little slaves do your job!"

Ahieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 

He erupted his ball tightening to stone his ass cheeks clenching as the come spewed from his tip. Three four great spurts all over the raised ass of Diora the white seed startling against her bronzed sweaty flesh. The fifth spurt was like a stream of post come remnants a clear long trail of liquid his cock spent for the time being. His filthy liquid dribbled like a river between her as crack over the curvature of her great ass dripping into a pool near her anus and pussy. Before beginning its long journey down the inside of her heavenly thighs. Diora could only pant in frustration looking to the ceiling feeling her ass caked like icing sugar with the man's juices.

For a second or so floor the girls continue to fuck in a world of their own until they realise his entertainment had reached a crescendo and Cassandra embarrassingly pulled her new found cock from her friends sore steamed pussy. Then as she wriggled in sensation her hands turned her attached vibrator to off. 

The undertaker staggered back towards the wall now exhausted himself. He wiped his sweaty face his body looking like he'd been painted gold. The girls were all silent, exhausted and for the first time in hours not amusing his sick mind. But it was only a moment's respite before he needed to get back in control. 

Putting the black hood over Diora was easy with her hands still tied to the table she kicked and bucked but went silent when the muffled hood was pulled tight with a cord.

Keeley tried to roll and get up running for the door but he pinned her to the steps pulling the cord making the hood bite. Once in her black world he spun her around a few times pushing her back into the room leaving her staggering hopelessly about in her sexy high heeled boots.

Finally he held the hood up to Cassandra who shook her head moving back deeper into the cellar her erect cock taping against her tummy as she stumbled back.

"I though we agreed that we could go once it was over." She said forlornly.

He shook his own head in amusement.

"Back down on you're knees," he said quietly and the girl dropped in frustration giving an impotent whine. A quick tug and the cord hood was in place the third babe now in a black hell. "But it's not over yet," he whispered against her hooded head. 

The undertaker had new plans for his babes and with all three hooded it would be a lot easier to get them into the positions he wanted without too much resistance.



Coeds European Road Trip Nightmare Ch. 03



Inside the stifling cellar the afternoon heat had nowhere to go so the walls seemed to perspire the syrup air thick and stale. The undertaker had hooded all three women desensitising them; allowing him time to manipulate each of their sweaty bodies into the positions he like.

When he was finished he wiped his arms free of grime and sweat. Picking up a bucket of tepid water he drenched his body. Even with hood and his strength they had kicked and wriggled. The shouts and yelps had been deafening in the confined space. But without vision none could direct their resistance or escape or know what was happening as they listened to the other beg and moan.

Diora had being in the position the longest as he knew she was the most resistant. Her body ached her mind racing as first she was confused then realised what he was doing, then heard her two friends go through the same awakening.

"Oh God, no please," she had moaned making the others begin to babble in worry as they waited their turn. Then on to Keeley, the girl saying "no" over and over, "you can't!" Then finally Cassandra not screaming but beginning to pant heavily then moan in panic, then a gargle as her mouth appeared to be restricted. Diora tried to ignore the biting sensation on her nipples she could hear Keeley still begging in similar nipple abuse. But Cassy now appeared as a slight throated gargle, nothing more. 

Finally Diora felt her hood become free and the dim cellar seem like brilliant light. She knew what she'd see done to herself. But seeing made her wriggle more and she gasped in horror trying to break free as the undertaker removed the other girl's hoods. 

All three were seated on high backed wooden chairs. The chairs themselves were pushed back onto the two hind legs the backrest fastened securely to tall wooden roof columns. The babes hands were tied behind the chair backs and in this reclined position they were like patients in dentists surgeries, tits thrusting upwards their eyes led staring toward the roof.

"No please not this," Diora moaned now less fiery a temper, Keeley adding. "Oh God anything just not this," to the begging her eyes wide in pointless hope.

Each friend was reclined with their legs in a squat birthing position their knees hooked over either chairs arm rests their ankles now tied with rope around the lifted front feet. Unable to lift their knees they sat legs apart mounds raise their backs arched trying to pull from the backrest wrist binds. But it was their tits that worried them the most. All three girls had their big long nipples clenched between cruel crocodile clips; the metal pincers connected to long fat insulated wired running to the floor. 

Diora and Keeley were now completely naked but it was Cassandra who looked the most bizarre; the big banana dildo still harnessed to her, thrusting up in a permanent erection tapping against her tensed stomach. Her head was covered in a black leather bondage mask. Her beautiful eyes were looking forlorn through the holes. Her blonde hair was in an appropriate pony tale through the back slit of the mask. Diora now understood why she was only gargling as her mouth was in a permanent open yawn as a metal spreader had being inserted, attached to her mask like the bite of a horse to its bridal. Her body was still mostly naked her breast hooked inside a criss-cross of leather straps thrust together and up in bondage wonder bra. And her great pink nipples too had electrodes biting on her teat ends. Her arms were now behind her not tied to the chair but in a long black sheath wound tight and together to pull them back hard against her rump. Her hips had a garter belt holding up leather stocking that turned into long leather boots as they neared her shins. Cassy found the position a little strange as the boots had the most ridiculous heels making her feet almost point directly down like two horse hoofs.

"Oh my god!" Diora's mind screamed as her and Keeley stared speechless at the undertakers pony girl.

The man began to fix the loose ends of the insulated wire to an old truck battery. One wire permanently connected the other he fashioned the fray ends into a copper tip, his hands keeping it just above the positive electrode. This snapped them all back to their predicament and they began to wriggling and bleat trying to break free.

"Now its time for you to stop fighting and start obeying," he said twisting the copper tip between his fingers. "It's only a few hours to sunset and I'll be finished with you by then."

"Ok, Ok!" Diora gasped her neck straining as she tried to catch his attention. "Sure please we will I mean we have," added Keeley her big porcelain melon reddening with the tight pincer nipple grips. Cassandra just sat gargling shaking her head in total despair.

"Very wise it will make our time together easier," he laughed. "But just in case you have doubts let me show how we could spend the next few hours if you resist."

He touched the copper tip with the battery a spark emitting a flash in the dim cellar.

The girls all instantly felt their spines flex their hands grip as the electricity flowed into them. The undertaker was admiring each in turn as he reflected on their indignity.

Cassandra was bouncing in her seat. Her tits held in the cross-braced leather cup less bra were juddering up and down intensely, her nipples blur of clamped pink. She gargled through the open locked mouthpiece the saliva whipping in strands as her black clad head thrashed. Her pony tail mane whipped from side to side the sweat dripping down her glowing body over the black leather binds and stockings down to her crazy eight inch black heeled boots. All the while the strapped on dildo stabbed to the ceiling like a frenzied knife attack; as her ass lifting from the chair involuntarily.

Keeley's teeth were clenched her eyes so wide lashes flared. Her body was rigid; great breasts seeming to expand outwards with the power. Her ribcage was pushed out with all her might. Booth nipples were distended long clamped flesh; the beads of sweat almost hissing from her globes.

Diora fiery mane was appropriate as it looked as if her body was about to explode. Her back arched as she tried to rise from the chair. Her ass cheeks flexed in panic her body in a chaotic dance. Her belly groan turned into a shriek of terror. The power was still on not a fractional nip of electricity but a long surging delivery of lighting down her spine inflating her wonderful breast making them glow in the half-light. Her bare feet tapped like a puppet on the floor her head shaking eyes looking into his pleading for it to stop.

He cut the circuit and all three bodies collapsed back into their pinned seated positions noises of exertion and relief filling the cellar. The undertaker was happy they now understood the consequences of refusal.

"Now this is what I want you to do. I want to see you all come." He announced in a deep lustful drawl.

He moved to Keeley and pulled a cord around her neck the girl still moaning from the electro treatment. She began to shriek in panic at her necktie. When once her head was secure he unfastened her arms. Her hands instinctively move to her clamped teats but he slapped them away. "

Touch your tits again and ill reconnect the battery, turn of the light and leave." The girls shook their heads eyes bulging staring at Keeley. The brunette was looking like a rabbit in headlights unsure what to do with her free hands.

"Down there," he coached taking her free wrists moving her fingers down to her narrow shaved slit. "Start opening yourself up. Use your fingers to find your clit and begin to pleasure yourself." He requested.

Keeley sheeplessly nodded; her eyes darting to the battery then to his face. "Please just not the electricity again."

The man was sympathetic. "Don't worry now do as I say rub your little clit."

As Keeley began to rotate her finger over her bud the man pushed her thighs wider demanding that she spread her lips with her other hand. The brunette did as she was asked the glistening pink skin brilliant against her darkening sweaty thighs. 

He moved to a shelf talking a foot long rag tube from it. As the open girl watched nervously she continued to caress herself feeling her clit harden. The undertaker unwrapped the item a two-inch wide, foot long glass tube. It was open at both ends the glass quite thick the ends slightly bulbous on the rim.

He returned to the spread legged bitch and kneeling down he pushed one open rim at Keeley's exposed snatch. "Slowly," he coached, "just let; ahhh yes there it goes." 

Keeley's rubbing spreading fingers felt the cold glass cylinder ease inside, then slide along her tight pussy shaft. Her eyes widened her voice a slight surprised confused gasp. The tube was quickly 6 inches up her, the other half pointing straight out.

The man told her to keep rubbing her using both hands her lips now slurping around the wide girth. 

"Hold it inside you," he insisted. "It's your pussy drain. I want to see your juices dripping out very soon. Otherwise it's back on the electrodes for you."

Keeley's face flushed red as she nodded her fingers increasing in effort on her bean.

The undertaker then moved to the sweaty mess that was Diora. She was panting heavily her big jugs rising and falling almost as much as when the power had been on. He reached behind her unfastening her hands from the chair backrest but not from each other. Then unfastened her ankles and made her stand. Putting an arm around her waist like they were out for a casual stroll he led her over to the reclined erect Cassandra.

"Now American slut mount your friend. Push that vibrator deep up inside you." The man bent down to click the switch at the base between Cassandra's open thighs and the cock began to buzz eagerly, the two internal storks also repeating their anal and pussy games on Cassy. The cables were still on her tits and the man lifted them so she could straddle her seated friend.

"Please," she said looking at him. The man pointed to the black cock. "Start riding it... NOW!"

She nodded still aware of the biting pincers on her nipples. As she straddled arms behind her back she lowered her slit over then sucked the buzzing thing inside. Immediately it began to lubricate and excite her flesh. Her thighs slid tightly down onto Cassandra's hips until her mound pressed onto the pony's black plastic base. Cassandra looked in awe her mouth a yawing frozen expression. As their tits neared the undertaker suddenly unclipped his pony's nipples binds hooking them around Diora's, then quickly reattached both back on her dome tips with stifled moans from Cassandra. Now the women's nipples were pincer clamped and locked together meaning the gyrations of Diora created long sensuous tugs on both babes teats

He moved back to his battery and announced. "Faster put more effort into it." 

He tapped the wire on the battery node making all three girls jump with electricity for a split second. All three babes increased their efforts in panic. 

Keeley's hand rubbed faster her thighs opening more; her spare hand keeping from her wired tits concentrating on holding the pipe in place. Cassandra began to buck up relieving the tugs on her nipples; pushing the cock higher into Diora. The hot red head was rubbing her crotch on the buzzing pole her arms straining behind her back, big balloon breasts pulling her friend up off her seat as she struggled to control the sensations inside her.

As Diora writhed on lap of Cassandra the big man suddenly unfastened her arms from behind her back. Like with Keeley her fingers moved up to her and Cassy's wired together nipples. The man slapped her hands down. "I've just told your dirty slut friend this already; touch those clips and I'll drain the battery into you fucking big melons."

Her eyes gave him a horrified stare as she nodded hands falling to Cassandra's hips to steady her. "Hold the pony with one hand," he demanded, "use your other on me."

He pulled Diora hand towards his cock making her grip the length. "Wank me while you ride" he ordered. The hot college grad beginning to stroke his cock with long tight fingered grip as she rubbed herself onto the upright dildo. He gritted his teeth Diora's hand doing as he asked jerking him as she tried to concentrate on her own sensations. He looked over his shoulder back towards the opened legged Keeley.

Keeley's long nailed fingers were a blur strumming her clit as she moaned and gasped at the sensation. Her thighs spread wider and it almost seemed she had lost grasp of where she was as her hips bucked up. Her ass rose from the chair pushing back on her vigorous fingers in a world of her own. But every so often her deep sultry eyes glanced up awfully aware her captor was watching and satisfied with her efforts.

"Good Keeley," he drooled in encouragement. "I can see you dripping in the pipe."

His disgusting comment made her blush but sent an electric sensation of humiliation and excitement up her spine. She too could see the small trickle of fluid in the glass tube as she felt her inside well up, and her bud harden to an stump ridge against her fingertips. 

The undertaker gave a few hip thrusts in enjoyment his cock pumping around Diora hand as she wanked him. The gyrating Diora gripped him angrily, hanging on to his tool for dear life; bucking on Cassandra like a true cowgirl riding a bronco. Her tits bounced up tugging the nipples of her pony friend. The gimped blonde seemed to be passing out in the claustrophobic heat. Diora was biting her lip her pussy grinding on the cock eager to please with her fucking and wanking; she didn't want the tit buzzer again. He suddenly slapped her slave hand away from his super stiff cock.

"Watch her Keeley," the man commanded moving behind the riding Diora. His hand traced down her sweating back over the curve of her ass his finger pushing between her ass cheeks. "Your friend is now going to come."

Keeley watched her clamped tits rising and falling as she continued to frig herself. The undertaker gripped Diora's chin pulling her neck back making the girl gasp as she bucked. "That's correct isn't it?"

Diora nodded groaning from the growing sensation between her legs. She felt a stab as the man stuck a single finger deep up her rectum wanting to feel her body tighten in climax. "Now busty, do it now," he ordered.

Maybe it was the heat and deep gyrated dildo, or the fact she was bucking on her gimped friend or that this mans finger was in her anus like an inspecting doctor. Whatever the reason she realised she was obeying him. Her climax rushed towards her like a torrent her beautiful lips parting in an ecstatic groan. Her eyed looked to one side seeing Keeley's legs wide apart as she furiously jacked her own clit, The massacred sexy eyes watching back as she too neared her peak.

Diora could stand it no more her pussy flooding her tits screaming as she tugged on Cassandra's buns with full force, her voice a high pitch wail echoing in the room.

Diora bucked so much one tit broke free of it giant pincer the sore teats spring up in release Cassandra muffled yelp drowned out by the redheads machinegun gasping. Up inside her ass the undertaker felt her flesh griping and releasing over and over as she convulsed until the buzzing began to burn and she screamed and pulled from her impaled rod.

As she lifted the other nipple pincer gave way and Diora almost leapt from the dildo. Her legs turned in to squeeze her thighs tight against her exploding slit.

"Jezzzzzzzzzzzzz!"

All the while Keeley busom bouncing pants were increasing in intensity her pussy drain beginning to release a steady dribble of fluid, drip, drip, drip, onto the floor. The undertaker sawthe bound Cassy writhing on her seat the buzzing dildo still thrusting up, its rider gone. Cassandra looked about to come and with perverse pleasure the undertaker denied her release turning off the device, leaving the pony girl hot but unfulfilled.

"Not yet pony," he said quietly stroking her blonde mane "You can come when your master tells you." Then turning away from the frustrated gimp he continued with Diora.

"Kneel, "he demanded looking at post climactic babe his hand on his massive stiff cock the other pointing at Keeley. Diora was confused so he grabbed the back of her head, "Down there, put your mouth over the tube!"

Both girls gasped in horror Diora instantly plunging to her knees as he used his strength to push her shoulders down. She dropped on all fours her arms locked one of his hands on her neck the other gripping around her chin pushing her shaking head onto the pipe. Her lips enveloped the dripping tube end as he knelt behind her his bulk pushing her ass forward making her take a deeper gagging gulp of glass tube

Diora bit on the tube while on her hands and knees. She felt his hand hold her down the other on her head as his cock search for her rear entrance. The big mounting man held her in a wrestler grip the girl gargling then coughing on the dripping pipe as his cock pushed then busted inside her anus.

Keeley was blushing in humiliation the hot woman between her legs staring back at her the pussy tube thrusting in her mouth like a see through cock. Now her eyes were crossing as she experience the deep anal pile driver from the undertaker. The man's hands were holding her tight enough to allow him to concentrate on his deep upward pokes into her rear. Her big tits were swaying back and forth in buggering unison and every forward thrust made her cough on the pipe as the undertaker and Keeley spit roasted her. 

The sight was too much for poor brunette her fingers still at work her bud which was now like unstable TNT; hot, out of control and any second about to...."Oooooooooooooo!"

She began to climax the tube gushing with fluid her ejaculation like a facet turned on. As she came she thrust up pumping the tube into Diora's gasping mouth. The undertaker's hand held her chin up as he watched the Brits squirting flow into her friend's mouth. As he did so his rampant cock was a steam train of action burning Diora's ass the hiss almost evident as Diora's hot internal flesh was pumped and gushed in at the same time.

Her friend was coughing and chocking but Keeley wasn't stopping; rubbing hard her back arched big clamped tits pointing skyward her sexy Brit voice screaming in unusual abandon.

"Ohh fuck uhh y,y,yeessssssssss!" 

The babe's hips bucked wildly her hair a bedraggled whipping mess, the pipe pumping Diora's mouth full, emptying its contents onto her ungrateful tongue. Her pelvic thrusts matched the undertakers at Diora's rear as they pumped into the girl with abandon. 

"Ugghh cough splutter!" 

Eventual Diora's mouth broke free; retching and gasping for air the tube dropping from Keeley's slack exhausted slit with a clatter. But the doggie redhead continued to jerk forward her arms collapsing her cheeks now pressed on the floor next to the pipe. The undertaker legs apart in a squat continued to ass fuck her; holding her slim waist with both hands

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" He pulled out slapping her ass with a massive girl yelping spank. Diora also wincing as her sore sphincter closed in relief

The undertaker his cock as stiff as his coffin occupants moved away from the two exhausted girls and helped his bondage pony to return to the game. Leaving her sat tied to the chair he turned on the strapped dildo again Cassandra instantly reacting to the internal storks, the big strap-on black cock humming to itself pointing to the roof.

Her stiletto legs bent in at the knees as Cassandra bit down on her gag. Her arms in the full-length bind stretched and rose trying to break. Her insides were on fire and to her horror and disgust she heard herself think. "Please don't turn it off too soon, please not this time!" 




Coeds European Road Trip Nightmare Ch. 03



He stroked his cock admiring his twitching seated pony, the other two panting girls looking up waiting for his command.

"We have nearly finished," he said tugging his foreskin his cock pulling to its full rampant length. Keeley still hadn't removed the biting electrode fearful of what her might do. He signalled his permission and her hands desperately pinched the metal allowing the teeth to spring open. Her hands fondled her own free melons in relief; massaging her nipples reassuring her breast the punishment was over. He also removed her neck bind.

"Stand up," he said to Diora helping lift the leggy babe to her feet pointing at Keeley." Now I will fuck her up the ass"

The Brunette began to rise from her chair but his palm pressed her back down. He ordered Diora to stand behind her as he undid her ankle ties then gripped Keeley under the knees; lifting her legs up and pushing them back to her shoulder as she sat. 

"Hold" he ordered Diora taking the heel off either foot pulling Keeley's legs high and over her shoulders so her chest pressed against her midriff her ass pointing out at him invitingly.

"Hold her there," he ordered, "don't let her pull her legs down."

Keeley was panting her anus stretched, his cock now able to press easily at her open entrance.

The brunette squealed as his cock pressed then popped into her anus the pink flesh sucking him inside like she might a huge Popsicles between her luscious lips

She gave a deep long belly groan her eyes popping her lashes flaring watching his entry. In the bent upturned state her breasts pressed up to her chin the nipples erect pointing out like horns. Her face was able to look down close over them to her open thighs watching his cock ease all the way in.

"Oohhhhhhhh" She gave a long moan feeling his rod press hard inside her then begin to withdraw almost to the limit her ass screaming to close, then in again but faster, then out, then in faster still

She gasped his thrusting back and forth increasing Diora feeling her ankles twist between her hands the babe's legs trying to pull back. But Diora held tight. Was it the fear of the undertaker or a dark desire to see the woman who'd just cum in her mouth receives similar humiliation. She couldn't tell herself or dare not; but either way she held tight her teeth clench against the pulling legs of Keeley.

The cock pumped back and forth the undertakers hands also on Keeley's legs just under the knees pressing hard making her ass rise to accept the deep ruts. Her cleavage was now an impossible deep crevice; her bust pressed hard together the sweat like a river between the clenched valleys of flesh. Her eyes and load groans told him the sensation was like a deep hot monster thrusting away against her rubbery walls building heat and pressure within her confines.

"That's it bitch all the way in. Is your ass on fire? Is it!"

The chair she was on creaked and swayed under the heavy pounding and the weight of Diora pressing the babe hard onto the wooden frame. The wood wailed as much as Keeley; the chair legs shuddering the babe's teeth chattering as he increased to a frenzied blur.

"Oh heavens ohhh no tooo much uhhhhh!" She squealed in teeth clenched effort.

But he continued her body writhing ankles twisting high above her shoulder the grip of Diora slipping. But the undertaker's hands pressed in under her knees making her body rigid on the vibrating chair. His massive rutting was translating all the way through to creaking snapping wood.

Keeley's ass filled grunting was reaching a crescendo.

There was crack the chair legs buckling and suddenly all three bodies collapsed along with her chair. The mans cock slipped from her big holed ass the wet length springing up the buggered babe in a crumpled mess legs and arms crossed gasping in relief. Diora had also fallen to her knees on top of the heap Keeley and the collapsed fucked to destruction chair.

The undertaker signalled for Diora to get back on her knees. She backed away but he sprang forward gripping her wrist pushing her down. Keeley had staggered to her feet still groaning and moved to strike him. The undertaker's big body took the few pitiful blows his torso not even responding to her clenched hands. Diora tired to get up wanting help the fight but the man pressed her shoulder down hard with a shocked yelp at his strength and with his other hand twisted Keeley's arms behind her back,

"Behave bitches," he growled," both of you on your knees and start swallowing my cock."

Keeley groaned as her twisted arm forced her down until she relaxed unable to fight back now on hands and knees like Diora; big jugs pressed together between outstretch arms.

His hand was on his cock beginning to jerk hard pushing the seeping head towards their faces, rubbing the eyes across one then the other girls nose and cheeks. He looked over to the gimped girl wriggling in sensation the buzzing dildo like a never-ending nightmare up inside her. Cassandra's pussy was growing hotter and hotter; her clit swelling. Now this huge man jacking himself glistening in sweat both her busty friend knelt like dogs obediently waiting for the come. "Oh she wanted to see the come"

He gripped both women by the hair dragging them to their feet bringing them to the gyrating seated gimp.

"Kneel either side bitches!" He ordered straddling the surprised animated Cassandra. Then with his massive cock tapping against Cassy boobs he lowered himself onto her buzzing upright cock. Her dirty big strap-on filling his ass.

He gave a deep belly groan a hand pulling Diora's head close another holding his cock as pony impaled his ass on the vibrating black pole. His butt pressed onto her lap taking the vibrator deep inside the thing agitating his prostate heightening his impending climax. His hands wanked himself with purpose the tip slapping under Cassy's tits a hot babe head either side of her domes pulled close for the final act.

He was jerking hard and purposefully his cock end threatening to explode. Both flanking women's faces locked in horrified masks of surprise. He shouted while gripping Diora mane slapping his frustrated cock against her face. "I'm about to come pony, hurry I want us to come together, hurry I'm filling up I can feel it any second and your friend will be drowning in my filth" He pulled Diora head and pointed her mouth over one of Cassy nipples. Then pushing hard he made the redhead swallow the erect nut.

Cassandra body gave way her legs gripping tight together her body jerking like she was having some seizure. Slime was pouring from her mouth as her tongue flicked out like a manic snake the orgasm of screaming intensity but her locked jaw unable to show. She jerked up hard fucking his ass the man pulling Diora from the teat drool hanging in strands, his other hand bringing himself to final climax.

"Eieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

The undertaker's cock erupted out at Diora face one huge explosion filling her eyes sockets already a long stream from her nose sliding down the tip. He allowed another eruptions spattering her cheeks her rearing head instantly smearing it across Cassandra's orgasmic tits. His hips spun to the girl kneeled close on the other side. With his hand still on Diora head he had no way to pull the brunette closer but she knew what he wanted complying with embarrassing ease. Pushing her chin forward and lifting her nose the third and forth shots filled her nostrils and coating her luscious lips with so much that when she gasped her mouth looked like it had a plastic bag over it. His final piss like jerk continued on Keeley, cumming in her ear as he pushed her newly spunked on face down onto Cassandra tits hot tits. 

All this while his Pony was unable to remove the burning spark inducing dildo storks, its constant pussy and anal buzzing now a horrendous effort inside her hot explode body. As her tits felt the smear of spunk makeup her eyes once again rolled back and she thankfully feinted.

**************

The sun was a big ball of orange on the horizon as Cassandra struggled up the hill. The cornfields were no longer gold but burnt amber as day faded and the cloudless night closed in. Her body was aching from the effort the rocky climb steep the ground uneven and near impossible in her hoof like stilettos boots. The undertaker was helping pushing the cart from the rear but Cassandra still hand to pull with all her might. With her arms behind her back in the black bandage her harness was looped around her shoulders and around a tight waist belt. This allowed her to pull the two arms of the rickety cart up the slope.

He'd only used the whip a few times on her exposed strapped ass but that was enough incentive to keep up with the pace. On the trolley the three long boxes creaked and shifted weight sounds of hammering coming from within. The undertaker didn't listen just grunted and huffed with effort helping his long legged pony pull her load bit by bit towards the hillock summit. 

Earlier after her climactic feint she being woken with drenching of water then led back upstairs. Her friends now both tied at the ankles and hands were demanding he let them go. All three had done as he asked and he'd said it was nearly over. But he said nothing removing Cassy's dildo and leading her with some difficulty up the cellar steps.

She was then made to stand in the outside heat tethered to the cart and the old funeral parlour as the man had first hammered and struggled with her friends in the cellar then reappeared with spade and climbed the hill. Only after a hour of sweat induced afternoon sun had he finally return and one by one hauled three coffins up and out into the daylight stacking them on her cart. 

"Lets go pony," he had said cracking the whip, "time to do your chores."

Now a good hours terror filled climb later the gimped Cassandra could see miles in every direction, just flat featureless plains, The path if you could call it that snaked up between the hundreds of poorly constructed crosses until it neared the peak. There a single gnarled tree stood like an evil old witch its branches like withered pointing hands. 

As she neared her panting frantic breath increased making her exposed prize tits bob up and down like a boat on an undulating ocean. Near the tree there was three deep trenches along side each other. The babe knew they were graves. She began to panic and tug biting on her mouthpiece. But the undertaker locked the wheel of the cart and taking her head soothed her like he would any beast.

"Calm, calm pony there, there, don't make a fuss."

He pulled the first box off easily putting it on the floor the lid slipping off showing an empty casket. Then the next more heavy, hammering from inside along with muffled noises as he dragged then slid it into the grave. Followed by the other box, weak scraping resonation from the inside the lid until thud! It also fell into its hole.

The mans spade was standing erect near by and he began to fill the holes Cassandra tugging at the wheel locked cart her heels slipping as she tried to pull free. Within a few minutes he had finished his task his massive body easily able to move dirt at a considerable rate.

He pushed the empty box into the final hole leaving the lid standing against the crooked tree trunk.

"Now pony, " he said with a grim smile the sun now a shimmering haze on the horizon shadows staring to draw long, giving the cross strewn hill a zebra striped completion, "you have being a good girl and I give you a choice."

He looked down to the box then to a sturdy tree branch.

"You can go in the box or if you wish I can make things quicker. While you dangle I take your ass. This will make sure your torment is over."

He pulled a rope and noose from the cart flinging it over a sturdy crooked part of the tree and looking back at his black clad babe he added. "The sensation for me while you ass clenches around my cock is impossible to recreate any other way." He looked to the horizon in thought before adding." I will come like a horse, this is for sure."

Cassandra's blue eyes looked up at the noose then down to the grave her mouth dripping inside the gag her tongue very tired and dry. He undid his buttons on his baggy shorts pulling his dirty erect cock from them tugging the foreskin readying it for action. Seeing the dangling noose then his hard on like a pole ready to lift and impale in her final moments her legs buckled. But looking over to the two newly filled mounds the occupants in deep black cells she knew what her choice had to be, and so did he.

The undertaker smiled and licked his lips in anticipation....

"Jezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"

The scream filled the car with an almighty thunder Diora twisting on the wheel dust billowing up. In the back Keeley was flung upside down her heels shoes dancing on the cabin roof. Across from the driver Cassandra had nearly ripped her body from her seatbelt, Diora thanking God she'd had it on. The sleeping chick had just erupted like someone had fed a cattle prod up her ass.

"Jezz jezz,jezzzz!"

She just kept blurting out high pitch yelps of fright the car spinning to a halt Keeley already reaching around to grip on to the blouse of the animated girl. Diora was looking at her in shock and seeing her mind was totally detached gripped her face looking into her wild eyes.

"Cassy honey calm down, calm down."

The girl seemed to relax but then this only added to her panting and cussing.

"Fuck, shit fuck, fuck!"

Diora was smiling now understanding. The butter wouldn't melt face was releasing a stream of profanities a marine would be happy with. 

"Cassy you've been dreaming." The red head then burst out laughing her blonde friend still looking horrified.

"Must have been some nightmare," Keeley said curling her long hair in her fingers a little surprised by her friend's manner.

Cassandra was shaking her head. "No, no can't be I..." She though back to the disgusting imagery refusing her own mind had conjured it up. "We... I... I mean." The girls looked at her seeing that she was covered in sweat, like a dipped toffee apple at Halloween.

"Hell you've really screwed yourself up," Diora said adding. "I think you need to take your mind of things.

She opened her driver door and got out.

"Com'on Cassy you best drive for a while. I don't think you should have any more sleep at the moment."

A few minutes later she was in the driving seat Diora stretch out like a tired cat. Keeley also had legs up high on the backrest as both felt the tiring heat of the afternoon sun. Cassandra wasn't answering questions about her dream. She just wanted to flush it from her mind and let the air billowing through her open window dry her off. She felt bruised and tired the exertions in her dream seeming to live in her body. Between her legs she rubbed her thighs nervously together. She was damp and realised she creamed herself while asleep.

Shaking her head in embarrassment she held the wheel tightly keeping a constant speed. The road was pool cue straight the ground stretching to the shimmering horizon. She though it a mirage first but slowly a black speck grew into a long post, then a cross then a figure ahead. She peered through her round spectacles; squinting her eyes as the nearing figure expanded sideways until she could see a broad man and donkey towed cart.

"Oh my God," she gasped, her friend sitting up in concern.

On the cart as they neared she could now see a long crate. Diora shielded her pink sunglass eyes.

"Hey has that man got a..."

Diora was cut short as she screamed in panic. Her friend had twisted the wheel direct at him. The man's handsome face looked astonished as he jumped for his life. Cassandra hit the carts side crushing a wooden wheel. The whole thing tipped the donkey moaning.

"You fucking bastard!" She screamed looking over her shoulder her eyes filled with terror her foot hard to the floor. Keeley was looking out of the rear window and could just see through billowing dust the donkey veering off dragging a wrecked cart the man on his knees looking up impassively.

Diora tried to grip the wheel but Cassy gave her a stare that made her freeze. It was 60 miles later before the blonde's body slowly relaxed on the pedal and two awkward distance filled days later before she could begin to explain her actions to her friends.

But on that afternoon deep in Poland the man lifted himself from his knees, his shoulder was aching but he had more pressing worries. His cart was shattered and his donkey looked lame. He shook his head at the crazy insane driver before looping a rope around his cargo. The long wooden box would be difficult to pull and he had to go a long way. As he heaved the weight the wood made a deep unearthly noise as it slid along. There was one benefit to this, the straining man thought; "at least it drowned out the incensing scratching coming from within."

THE END



Coeds European Road Trip Nightmare



His stiff cock waved out of his pants as every so often his tits groping hands returned to give himself a few encouraging strokes.

In the back he'd done more to Keeley the stunning girl with the straight shoulder length brunette hair was now only in her thong. The man had been true to his intention of carefully admiring her body in detail. He now had his back to the front pair concentrating on Keeley but they could do nothing. If they swerved or slammed on the brakes both girls risked decapitating themselves the wire cords menacingly rigid around their necks fastened to the head rests. The road just seemed to go on forever and now all they could hear was Keeley pitiful pleas as the man roamed his hands all over her body.

"Sit back! Thrust your tits out" He snapped his hand pushing her shoulder Keeley boobs bouncing to attention. She was desperately trying to keep her legs close her black thong and black heels her only clothes now. He was straddling her knees his cock pointing up towards her horrified face Keeley ruby lips glistening her mouth in a half pout her eyes looking at his advancing cock head then up to his face.

He gripped her breast at either side affectionately cupping then hungrily squeezing together. His cock rose higher as he pulled up onto his knees pushing the dirty head between her melons into the sweaty valley he had created. His cock like the rest of him was solid and formidable the shaft slapping against her breast like a skin covered girder.

The cock was pumping up and down in and out of her squashed tits the young mans breath laboured as he thrust with purpose. The noise of wet skin as sweaty flesh rubbed together mixed with Keeley own thoughts into a heady concoction. His rampant rod was enjoying the attention as he pressed her hard tits into a wrapping blanket around it. Her face was red in embarrassment and she thanked god she couldn't see the faces of her friends.

Suddenly he shouted. "Stop, stop the car."

Diora slowed and the car ran into a furrow of dry mud finally stopping. Around the land was pan flat in all direction Diora wondering how far over the horizon was the railway crossing. The golden fields were like desert a haze of heat creating a mirage effect. The man was thrusting hard up against Keeley as the brunette squealed and wriggled realising any second he would come all over her panting chest.

But he pulled away from her his erection super stiff his brow sweating heavily. He reached forward past the bare breasted Diora and turned off the ignition.

"Now please," he gasped to Keeley, "get out and follow me." 

Keeley wriggled and yelped but the big man pulled the thong-wearing babe out into the road. She stumbled, arms behind her back sexy black work heels on her feet. In the car Cassandra and Diora were wriggling but to no effect. Neither could release their wrists and certainly neither could pull their bodies from the seats. Diora could see the ignition key sat in the lock but so close yet so far she had no way of turning it. Even if she had would she just leave Keeley to the awful man?

The man gripped Kelley's wrists and as she yelped eased her down to the trunk of the sedan. His hand was gripping her butt his fingers inside the gusset tickling on her ass hole making her squirm and react.

"Ug you, filthy pig! Get off me!"

She gave another belly yelp as he slowly pressed her hard face down onto the rear trunk surface. Her shocked face was looking through the rear dirty window at her two desperate friends. Both were looking over their shoulders eyes wide realising what was happening.

As he ripped her knickers away she kicked back but it was useless his big thighs pushing open her legs then coaxing her heeled ankles wider apart making her rear rise her tits press hard on the hot truck surface.

She shook her head legs kicking and he paused for a moment. "Please young miss it wont be so bad. If you keep fighting I tie a rope around you and make you run behind the car." He looked down to her heeled black lace shoes. "You will not be able to keep up very long." Keeley was hyperventilating her hands still rigid behind her. She didn't respond but he sensed her relax a little and he gently pushed her desperate face back onto the bonnet. "Good, now ready yourself."

His cock was waving out of his pants like a pink breadstick the foreskin pulled back tight the purple head with his eye hole almost snarling with hunger. His fingers were gripping her ass pulling her cheeks out so he could guide his cock down then up against her hot mound slit.

"No please, please, not with my friends watch...uggggggggghh!"

His hand gently but firmly pressed the babes shoulders down forcing her breast hard onto warm metal. She tried to look back over her shoulder as he pushed upwards into her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned her eyes going like saucers her head shaking her neck twisting looking back in horror.

"Stop it," he demanded her twisting making his entry difficult," you can see it going in soon!" His hips thrust up and she gave a pussy filled yelp. He continued his orders.

"For now just concentrate on massaging my length with your muscles."

Her nails scrapped on the trunk as he withdrew a little then pressed in again then again then again.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

In the cab the girls tried to strain their head back but it was difficult to see. But Diora had the rear view mirror to watch the game played out. The car was gentley rocking with each thrust the noise of the connected hips thundering against the trunk.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Diora could see Keeley looking back at her, eyes glassed over her beautiful mouth smearing saliva across the rear window as the man increased his thrusts. Taking both hands on her hips gripping tightly his pelvis pumped into her rear her ass bouncing high her heeled feet lifting from the ground on each forward thrust. 

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. 

She juddered like having a seizure his mounting intense and frenzied. Her eyes crossed as his cock seemed intent on nailing her to the rear trunk. His hands were on her ass kneading the cheeks opening her crack so he could watch her furious sphincter pout at him.

He pulled his wet long length out of her the tip jumping back up to the sky as her pussy lips closed in relief.

"Turn over," he half ordered have explained as he rolled her light body onto its back lifting her butt to sit on the car trunk. 

He pushed her knees ever so wide and she fell back her hands pressing on the rear widow to keep her body upright. Her heels tapped on the fenders as he guided his cock with one hand pulled her towards him with the other hand curled around her waist.

"Ahhhh" he grunted as he slid into her again," now you can watch, look, look at it going in sooo deep."

Keeley gave a groan of disgust as she felt and saw his shaft open her up again and slide with power up inside her body. His fingers playfully slapped her tits coaxing her nipples to stand proud. His upward thrusts nudged deep inside her and her lashes flared at full penetration; her pupils widening her grunts in unison with his.

"Uhh look down, look watch it going up you!"

Keeley gave a pitiful groan doing as he said seeing the shaft glistening with juice disappearing to his hairy pelvis feeling the curved length rise up inside her. Her ass was hot on the car trunk slapping down as he lifted her body with each upward thrust. She shook her head arms stretched out tied behind her at the wrist all her fingers in bird like claws her body tensed in effort. Her great tits flapped up and down the firm flesh still giving her a wobbling buxom dance his hands repeatedly caressing her nipples the teats now out like storks; angry and sore.

Keeley gave a long intense groan of penetration.

His pelvis became a blur the cock a steam driven piston the sound of wet slapping and female indignaty mixing in the hot afternoon air.

"Yesss that's it ugggg!" He gave a triumphant groan pulling his cock from her gasping slit pulling her waist down her body sliding between his open thighs her knees bending in heels slipping on the dirt road.

His cock thrust up between her tits a hand tugging hard the other twisting a nipple as he ejaculated.

Keeley gave a gasp as her tits began to coat with long streams of semen his cock eye like a retching animal. Huge clumps of come belched forth over her nipples down into her cleavage the long spider strands running down all sides of her domes like cream over a hot dessert. His hand pinched her nipples again the spunk flying her mouth in an oval of amazment. He continued to jerk his rod another three eruptions spiting seed over her chest and neck her pale skin glowing with exertion and sweat her massacred eyes rolling as she half feinted from embarrassment.

The convulsing rod began to turn limp the semen pouring from his end like a hose with the faucet just turned off. The spunk stream dripped onto her mounds like syrup his flaccid member now used to smear his deposits across her beautiful assets.

He pulled back and she slid to the floor legs turning in fully ass hitting the dirt with a thud her mouth open tongue drooling for water in the oppressive heat. 

The man curled his cock back into his pants and pushed her head to one side opening the trunk. Inside were their rucksacks and a vacant space. He smiled pleased with the situation. Grabbing Keeley's hair he lifted her come-smeared body to its feet.

In the car Diora and Cassandra had felt every thrusts the car squeaking and rocking like a roller coaster; now they struggled to see as Keeley screamed and struggled then...

"Thud!" 

She was in the trunk her heel kicking to escape. The man sat back in the rear seat and closed the door. He lit a cigarette and took a long draw of tobacco. The girls looked at each other in horror their exposed heavenly breasts rising and falling in unison.

"Your friend was a good girl," he coughed wiping his brow. "I hope you two will be just as sensible."

He reached forward and turned the ignition the sounds of Keeley kicking the trunk lid dulling a little.

"Now drive", he ordered, "another ten minutes maybe."

Over the next few miles Diora was struggling in the taped gag and she was becoming very feint. Cassandra was also feeling the heat her head lolling to one side her fantastic breast dripping with sweat. Diora's vision was begging to blur and she felt her self-nodding the car beginning to slip from the track. The firm hand of the captor tapped her shoulder making her head jump erect again.

"Here; stop now!"

The car turned off the road to a series of run down shacks. They were maybe 19th century homes; quaint but peasant in appearance. Across from the buildings was a grass riddled railway line stretching off into the distance both ways. It looked ancient. Along the side of one houses were rows of pine coffins; lids off. Others could be seen in a barn clearly under construction. And beyond the buildings a slowly climbing hillock looking like the last resting place of a slaughtered army. Hundreds of plain crosses were scattered there climbing up the hill to the summit where a few lonely trees stood framed against the featureless sky.

The girls looked at each other their chest rising and falling the noise of Keeley kicking in the trunk evident again. The man reached forward taking the ignition keys lit another cigarette and stepped nonchalantly out of the car. He bent down to the front window.

"Stay still and wait for me."

He then walked to the back and flipped open the trunk.

Diora could see him struggling with Keeley until eventually he had her standing naked in heels his hand on her bound wrists pressing them into her back making her take long legged steps forward her big come'd on tits thrusting up aggressively. As he pushed her towards a broken down house with an awful death head motif over the door her ass wriggled and swayed the afternoon sun making it glisten with sweat. Her brunette hair was bedraggled and she looked over her shoulder in desperation back at the car as he pushed her in the darkness of a doorway entrance.

Cassandra began to wriggle and buck as soon as he disappeared, Diora taking a minute or so before she too began to struggle with her binds. Both girls were sweating heavily their noses snorting as they gasped for breath. The road was deserted; hell they had not seen a soul on the main road for hours. Now off the main track in the backwater they realised they had no chance.

Cassandra's wrists were coming loose and Diora could see the wire fraying another minute and...

"Tut tut," The undertaker said as he leaned in at the car window. His cigarette was burning down to a tip and he stubbed it on the floor. He checked Diora's binds were secure then walked around to Cassandra. She gave a moan as he unfastened her wrists and she covered her inviting breasts the best she could with her unbuttoned blouse. Then she froze as he continued with her neck wire. As the wire came away her hands went up to rub and console her flesh.

"Out" he ordered Cassandra about to remove her duct gag.

"Leave that on," he snapped grabbing her wrists making her pull from the car then twisting her, grey short skirt swirling long legs pirouetting as he pulled behind her his hand on her wrists pinning her too. He wound the cord again but at the last moment she broke away running in heels arms behind her only to get a few feet before he tackled her to the ground.

"In to the door," he ordered Cassandra shaking her head the man pulling her to her feet. Her legs went stiff and she pushed her heels against the dirt as he forced her along.

"It's ok to resist," he said quietly, "I am not angry, it is only to be expected."

As Cassandra went into the dark entrance and appeared to begin some decent, Diora increased her efforts. But then she stopped. It was pointless wasn't it? She could see miles in any direction. He'd taken the keys' was she going to out run the car? She seemed to be in a trance the horizon playing tricks, undulating like waves in her tired exhausted state. How long she sat like a hypnotised fool no one knows.

Suddenly he was there again.

He undid her gag and she gasped and spluttered her hands still pinned to that wheel.

"Oh God look please stop, whatever you're doing stop," she gasped. He stroked her hair then examined her wrist binds. "Just take the car we don't want any more trouble, its ok we wont tell anyone." Diora tried to understand. "Look your sister I know your upset but this, you can't do things like this."

He made soothing ssssh noises as he undid her wrists then as she rubbed them in comfort he undid her wire headrest bind. He stood back pointing to the dark entrance of his tatty funeral parlour.

"Go inside please," he asked in his heavy eastern accent. Diora shook her head. "No! No fucking way." 

He stood impassive and pointed again. "Get out and go inside, you must. You have no choice." 

Diora shook her head again, "yes I have. I fucking have."

He looked around his hands up in a confused gesture. "I do not see any choice," and he gripped her red hair pulling her out of the car seat as she screamed. 

As she stood he stepped back. She straightened herself pulling her shirt back over her sweating tits. "Put your arms behind your back," he commanded and she paused for a long while. He did not repeat just nodded to her hands. She gave a pitiful grunt in frustration, and then whined like a dog, and then finally she turned and presented her wrists. Although tall she was no match for this well built young man.

He wound the cord around her wrists, and then gently turned her around.

"Now go through that door and then down into the cellar. Be careful the steps are steep. I will be along in a moment." 

She looked into his eyes." Please why are you doing this," she said so confused." 

"We helped you," Diora added in frustration. The man nodded rubbing his grizzled chin. "Yes, yes you did and I thank you for that, now please go inside as I command."

Looking around at the vast expanse of land she stamped her foot in frustration then shook her head in disgust at her own impotence before doing as he asked. As the tall stunner disappeared into the building the undertaker lit another cigarette staring to the horizon his eyes emotionless.

Diora took hesitant steps as her eyes adjusted from brilliant sun drenched fields to the dark humid semi night of the interior. The stair corridor was a narrow stone step taking her precariously down below the house. She could hear muffled moaning and noise of movement and she cried out to her friends. Her eyes grew more accustomed and as she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned through the brick archway she saw what the man had been up to.

The cellar had a brick arched ceiling with small side rooms filed with rubble and old bottles. On the wall was a large wire meshed rack with equipment hanging from it. In one of the anterooms she could see dirty tiles and a flickering low watt light. There was the sound of dripping water. Above her head a large rack hung suspended with powerful neon lights filling the room with light. The bulbs resonated heat making the room stifling.

knelt in the middle of the cellar room was Cassandra. The blonde beauty was still duct gagged her arms tied behind her back her blouse on but also still ripped open. Her long heeled legs were under her tight grey skirt showing her tensed thighs as she waited patiently for new orders. She seemed to be making no effort to escape the whole experience detaching her from reality.

Not far from the knelling Cassandra was a big workbench strewn with items. The table had many rings and hoped manacles around it and appeared to be of multiple uses.

Behind the dangling goddess Diora could see Keeley. She was standing legs apart bent at the waist her head and hands through a medieval wooden stock. In her black heels her body looked long like poured from a bottle her fantastic ass glistening and curved back dripping with sweat. She looked up in desperation and Diora could see a neon ball gag in her mouth held in place by a leather harness. Her slapped tits were also in a cup less uplifting bdsm brassiere thrusting the globes out while they hung heavy with their weight. Around her tight waist was another black harness the leather thong thrust tight into her ass crack further straps gripping the panties in place around her open thighs. Keeley would have like to have closed her legs but around each ankle was a leather manacle attached to a spreader bar making the beauty stand heels 3 feet apart ass raised with the effort.

Keeley face looked at Diora then back at the instrument hanging from hooks near her. They were pipes and bladders along with other nasty clips and wires. She looked confused, disbelieving and terrified at the same time.

Diora didn't know what to do or say she just spluttered expletives and the girls names over and over with her arms behind her back she searched the room desperate for some type of cutting device. But on examining the cellars contents this only added to her imagination of what might follow and did nothing to help her escape as everything was blunt, bulbous or flexible. She gave a screech of frustration turning back to the doorway. 

"Oh God we've got to get out, get help." But from above the small square of daylight vanished as figures blocked the entrance and then began to descend the narrow stairs

Diora retreated into the room as the sounds of his boots echoed down the steps .She backed away more bumping into the compliant Cassandra, then her ass hit the hard big wooden table.

"Now my beauties," he said as he entered chest stripped, biceps bulging," who shall I begin with?"