1 comments/ 26535 views/ 0 favorites Eva's Awakening By: Sunriser They had arranged the appointment a week ago. It was to be a perfectly innocent and professional eight-o'clock breakfast meeting, a chance for two of the firm's newest lawyers to get to know each other a little better before spending all day Saturday in a dreary seminar on intellectual property rights That's what they had told themselves all week, each of them trying to fend off that nag of a conscience that kept warning them that this was something more, something more dangerous. Eva had still been telling herself that very thing all morning, even as she ran her six miles and took her morning shower. For some odd reason, though, she had somehow neglected to mention the meeting to her husband. At the little downtown cafe where they had agreed to meet, the dark, handsome son of Tucson's largest liquor distributor — we'll call him David — ordered coffee and a bagel. His tablemate, the daughter of one of the city's most prominent Mormon families, a woman who for these purposes shall be known as Eva, ordered an orange juice and a fruit plate. No coffee for her Conversation at the cafe was awkward at first. Staring across the table, David found himself a little tongue-tied, which was very much out of character. It was just a little disconcerting -- at the office, he had never seen Eva with her blonde hair falling in loose, curly ringlets around her face. At the office she always kept it pulled back into a ponytail. And maybe it was the lighting, but until that morning he also hadn't noticed the light, charming freckling across her skin. 

Finally, Eva rescued him by steering the conversation to their firm's partners and internal politics. David had been hired almost a year earlier, and he was relieved to discover that when Eva had questions, he had answers. He was struck again, as he had been in their office conversations, by how quickly she grasped what he was trying to say, and how smart she made him feel. Soon, the conversation turned more personal. Eva started talking about how much she missed competitive running since graduating from BYU, where she ran the 400 meters and had barely missed making the 2004 Olympic team. Now four years past undergrad, she still kept in shape by running in 10Ks and other amateur events, but it wasn't the same, she told David. She missed the elite competition, the thrill of running against the best. On the track and at school, she had always been someone who wanted to test her limits, who wanted to see what she was capable of doing. Her friends school used to tease her about wanting to be the next Sandra Day O'Connor, the Supreme Court justice from Arizona 
 "Well, maybe you can take that aggression out in the courtroom," David joked, flashing a smile. During his two years of marriage, he had not found it difficult to remain faithful. But now, sipping his second cup of coffee, he realized how much he was drawn to this beautiful, smart young woman. Her lean runner's frame had filled out nicely in the years without competitive training, a fact that for some reason was even more apparent today than usual. And her blue eyes and blonde hair, the way her lips pursed as she listened ... well, it didn't do her justice to call her the most beautiful lawyer in Tucson, although that was already her reputation among the bar. If Eva was also drawn to David, it wasn't because of anything unique about him because, well, in truth there wasn't much to make him unique. He was a type, a type of Arizona good ol' boy that had piqued her interest since girlhood. In high school, a couple of the popular, party-hearty boys had summoned the courage to ask her out, but they had always run afoul of her father's two rules of dating: Rule One: Any boy who wanted to date one of his daughters had to be brought to the house for an inspection. Rule Two: Never bring a non-Mormon boy home for inspection. Back then her social life had revolved around the church, around social events organized for others like herself. She had gotten married young ... well, not young by LDS standards, maybe, but young. She had wed just the second boy she had dated, exchanging vows at the Temple in Mesa the summer after her sophomore year of college. And after she got accepted to law school at Yale, her husband Stephen had even accompanied her to New Haven and found work as an LDS youth counselor in the local stake. So Eva understood, at least in a vague way, that she still had a lot of ... questions, not just about men in general but about herself. From her wooden, stiff-backed chair, Eva could glance over David's shoulder and see a clock on the cafe wall, one of those kitschy little cactus clocks sold in every souvenir shop and tourist trap in the Southwest. The continuing ed seminar, at a hotel ballroom a couple of blocks down the street, was scheduled to start at nine. But at 8:45, as David was telling her about the new black pickup truck he had driven off the dealership lot a week earlier, she listened and smiled to herself at the little boy's enthusiasm in his voice and she said nothing about the time. At 8:55, as she talked about her own excitement at finally beginning her career in the law and her hopes to specialize in international business, she still pretended not to register the passing of time, even though her eyes kept glancing at that clock, At 9:05, after watching the minute hand finally slide past the 12 and onto the next hour, the tension of pretending was suddenly replaced by the tension of knowing. Whatever the day held for her, she realized, it would be spent somewhere other than at a stuffy hotel conference room. She also realized that she had somehow known that all along. David, too, had sensed the passing of time. But he was enjoying Eva's company too much to care. He felt himself on a roll, and he certainly wasn't going to be the one who broke the spell. As long as she was willing to sit there with him, warming him with her smile and presence and stirring his thoughts in unprofessional directions, well, he wasn't a big enough fool to remind her they had somewhere else to be. Finally, by 9:30, the obvious had become impossible for either of them to deny any longer. David gestured for the check, then, with a strange gurgle in his voice, he offered a suggestion he knew would never be accepted. "I guess we're blowing off class, huh? You want to go for a ride in that truck? It's parked right outside." She smiled and nodded. "Whatever you have in mind," she said. "Whatever I have in mind?" he thought to himself, panicking, as they pushed away their chairs on the noisy wooden floor and rose to leave. "I have nothing in mind! What do we do now? I can't believe this." As they headed for the door, he touched her for the first time, an innocuous gentleman's guide to the elbow that she graciously accepted. And by the time they reached the truck, a plan of sorts had begun to formulate: Goal One, he needed to get her alone, and there was no place short of a hotel room that offered privacy on a Saturday morning. But there was also no way in hell he was going to try to pull that one off with a woman like this. It was time to get creative. "Hey, I've been meaning to take the truck up into the mountains, just to see how she handles in four-wheel drive," he said once they were both strapped in. "Do you mind coming along? I'd have to stop and pick up some things, but I know a couple of places with great views down near the border. We could be back to your car by mid-afternoon, no problem, right on schedule." "That sounds great," she said. "I haven't been down there since I was a kid. We used to camp there with my family all the time." So an hour later, after stopping to pick up bottled water, a six-pack of beer, some ice and a cheap Styrofoam ice chest, David was nervously negotiating a backwoods road in the Coronado National Forest, where he and his buddies used to party in high school. The road was rough — bumpy and bouncy — but Eva seemed to enjoy it, hooting and squealing like she was on an amusement park ride, at a couple of points even grabbing for his arm to balance herself. That didn't help David's concentration much. He knew where he was headed, to a south-facing overview with a great view across the border into Mexico, a place where they would never be bothered. Best he could remember, it was just a few minutes from here, and in his haste to get there it was all he could do to keep his foot off the gas pedal and the truck on the trail. Finally, they came up over a rise and there it was. David hit the brakes and the truck settled back onto its springs. The dust clouds that had been following them for miles began to settle to earth. He turned off the engine and let the silence hit them. "Wow. This really is beautiful," she said, and they both sat in awkward silence for a few moments, struck by the grandeur of the view. She looked across into Mexico. In the many times she had come to this area with her family, she had never ventured across the border. Then they turned to each other and kissed, tentatively at first but then with increasing passion. She let David take the lead and set the pace, but much to his surprise she responded willingly, fervently at every step, never once objecting or even asking that he slow down. As they kissed, he reached for her breast, expecting to pushed away, but he was not. He reached up under her blouse, pulling it from her skirt, and slipped his hand onto the bare, smooth skin of her rippled belly. She shifted to make it easier for him. As he reached beneath her bra, she broke from their kiss and quickly, efficiently began to unbutton and remove her blouse, until she sat in the cab naked from the waist up. As they resumed kissing, he dipped his head down to her breasts now open to him, beautiful and small and firm with nipples hard to the touch. With his left hand, he began to make his way beneath her skirt, and he marveled that even then she offered no resistance. "My god, you're so wet," he whispered, and she made no acknowledgment except to spread her legs and again seek out his lips. Eva already knew how she wanted this to end; she knew that this is what she had wanted and at this point she saw no reason to feign coyness or objection. This was what she had needed to know, this was what she had suspected but had never confirmed about herself and she was going to see it through, all the way through. When David's hand finally entered her, she gasped and bucked against it. Raising her butt off the leather seat, she slid her skirt and panties off in one smooth motion, kicking them to the floor of the truck. She was totally nude, and David marveled at the beauty and athleticism of the body now revealed to him. The taut stomach muscles, the incredibly sculpted breasts, but most of all the abandon in which she presented herself. He had been with girls who were "easy," so to speak, but this was not that. There was no air of acquiescence to Eva, no sense of surrender to him. She had made a decision and was carrying it out, and he marveled at his good fortune. Still fully clothed, David began to concentrate his attentions on her cunt, running his index finger down through the sopping wet slit and then back to the top, trying to gauge her response while he nuzzled at her neck. "Yes," she said. "Do that." So he did. And as he began to work his finger into her, she began to tremble, gasping, placing her hand atop his and urging him on. 

"Oh my, don't stop," she panted. "Don't stop, don't stop. Don't ... oh my." He had found her rhythm, and as his finger worked he pulled back to watch its effect on this unbelievably beautiful, passionate woman who was soaking the leather seat of his truck with her wetness, filling the air of the cab with her musk. Making little circles now on her clit, he watched in awe as she drew her knees up, her eyes shut and toes clenched, concentrating, until suddenly those blue eyes flew open, her body began to shake and his hand was soaked with her cum. "Ohmigod ohmigod," she said, riding his hand and staring at him, her own hand still pressing him to her, refusing to let him go. Finally, as her body settled, she looked over at him, breathing heavily, and laughed. "You still have all your clothes on," she said. "Well, yes. But that was incredible." "You're telling me? You're very good at that." She glanced around, peering out of the truck window as if trying to remind herself of her surroundings. "Let's get out of here," she said, then opened the truck door and stepped out into the fresh air, wearing only the sensible shoes she chosen from her closet that morning. Quickly, David opened his door and scrambled outside, the warm, dry desert air a stark contrast to the air-conditioned cab. He reached behind the driver's seat for a blanket he kept there, then walked quickly toward the rear of the truck where Eva waited, naked in the autumn sun. "Oh good," she said as she saw the blanket. She looked around for a patch of open ground, but David was ahead of her. He dropped the tailgate and spread the blanket across the bed of the pickup, and as he did so she was on him, reaching for his belt buckle with both hands and kissing him as she did. He stood there, letting this naked woman undress him while he ran his hands up and down her warm, smooth, naked skin, still awed by her beauty and the unexpected turn the day had taken. As she tugged his pants down toward his ankles, he began to unbutton his shirt, until a few minutes later they both stood there naked, embracing. Finally, she climbed up onto the bed of the truck and laid on her back, gesturing to him to join her. 

"Not yet," he said. Then, bending over and cradling a perfect hip in each hand, he kissed her taut, heaving stomach, then made his way lower, very much wanting a taste of her. "OK," Eva thought, settling back on the hot pickup bed, grateful for the wool blanket beneath her. "Here we go." She had never felt a mouth there, never even been kissed down there, but today was going to be the day for that too. As she felt David's lips move south, she placed her hands on his strong bare shoulders and lifted her head to watch, amazed at what was happening to her. As his tongue split her cunt, as he sucked her flesh and juice into his mouth, her head collapsed backward, banging against the hard metal, and she stared up into the cobalt blue sky, allowing herself to think of nothing, feel nothing but the sensations coming from the center of her soul. Once again her knees came up, until her heels rode his shoulders, and as David lapped at the bud buried in the sopping wetness she arched her back and wanted to scream out loud in joy and wonder. So she did As she came, surges of liquid filled David's mouth, and he swallowed and sucked at her, trying vainly to pin her down as she bucked violently beneath him, squealing and crying. She rode his mouth for a long time, pulling his head to her tightly, until finally she collapsed back onto the truck bed, her head turned to her side, her lips pursed, her face and chest a bright orgasmic red. "I need you now. Are you ready?" David asked, beginning to climb on the truck to join her. She sat up suddenly, and for the first time she objected, gently shoving him back and then scrambling down onto the ground. She saw the confusion in his eyes, and she grinned to reassure him. "I ... the truck bed's too hard. Can we do it this way?" she said, turning her back to him and raising her ass in the air like a daubing wasp. She bent over and braced herself with her hands gripping the tailgate, looking over her shoulder for an answer. David looked at her long, slim back, at the curve of her hips and the muscles of her ass and the juice dripping down those sweet sweet legs, and he thought, "yes, yes we can do it this way." And so he stepped into her, first running his hands up and down her flanks, her skin now glistening and slick with sweat under the sun. Cupping her left breast with one hand, he reached down with his right hand to guide his cock into her, drawing a gasp from both of them as he pushed it home. David could tell she was ahead of him. He could feel the gripping of her cunt on his dick, and already her body was pleading with him to speed up, to give her more, but he stubbornly held back, determined to set his own pace. He had her to himself, all day long, and he intended to take his time with her, to explore all her possibilities Hidden in the scrub a couple of hundred yards behind the couple, Esteban Ortega turned with round, astonished eyes to his companion. He and Luz had crossed the border the night before, on a scouting mission for their drug-smuggling boss. They had been awaiting the cover of nightfall to return across the border when the black, unmarked pickup came barreling up over the rise. At first they were certain they had been spotted by the Border Patrol or Drug Enforcement, so they had hidden themselves in the scrub. From there, he and Luz had watched the events of the last half hour. Finally, however, Esteban decided that he could stand it no longer. He drew his pistol from his belt and quietly began to walk toward the pickup truck, gesturing to Luz to follow. PART TWO: Bent over, head down, arms braced against the tailgate, Eva was working toward what would be the most intense orgasm of her life. David was hunched over her, hands cupping her breasts, grunting into her ear as he thrust forward and she could feel herself on the verge, always right on the damn fucking verge, damn she needed him to be just a little bit faster, she was right there, why didn't he .... And then suddenly he stopped, stopped moving altogether. Frustrated, she snapped her head back to the left and saw a large, hulking man standing there, pointing a gun at David's temple. She was startled — who ... where had he come from? — and tried to speak, but only nonsense came out of her mouth. Then she heard laughter from the other side of her — another one? She turned to look, and as she did the second man pointed at her ass, which even now was still rotating on David's cock, still seeking what it needed. The man with the gun to David's face motioned him backwards, out of her cunt, and as David reluctantly withdrew, backing away with the gun still inches from his head, the second man quickly dropped his pants and moved behind Eva before she could fully process what was happening. Eva protested and tried to escape, but the sopping wetness of her cunt betrayed her. Grabbing her hips, Esteban found himself deep within her in just one thrust. He began to move, slowly at first, reveling in the moment. "OK," Eva thought to herself, still in a daze. Suddenly, things had taken a very weird turn. She had known one man all her life and now in the space of minutes, two strange cocks had been buried to the hilt in her cunt. As the man behind her started to fuck her in earnest, she began talking to herself, unaware that she was now vocalizing her entire internal dialogue. Usually, Eva had a tight-assed Yale-educated lawyer in her head who weighed every word before she said it. But the little bitch had disappeared -- she was probably somewhere getting her brains fucked out -- and as a result, everything Eva thought she now said aloud. "OK." she thought and said, as this stranger thrust into her again. "Ohhh kay. Ohhh kay. Ohhh kay." With every thrust she was driven up onto her toes, her calf muscles tensing, and soon, with every withdrawal, she would gather herself and drive down onto the invading cock. "Ohh kay, ohhh kay, ohhh yes." Her body quickly came to the conclusion that now she had a partner ready and willing to set the pace she needed. David, meanwhile, was sitting on his bare ass in the dirt, in the shade of the truck, his back against the driver's door. He was still panting, his dick still hard and glistening, but he was sidelined. Eva's Awakening The last thing Eva remembered at the club was the guy with a cool line in sleight of hand. She'd been sitting with some of her work friends, out on a Friday night drinking in the weekend. The table was pretty full, and they had been making a lot of noise. But that hadn't put him off. He'd managed to slip his way among them, and then earn the right to stay with his cheeky chat up lines and his quite impressive card tricks. He'd also not been too much of a jerk, and Eva had sort of warmed to him. She hadn't noticed the way he had gradually homed in on her...taking his time to chat to all the other girls first, but gradually losing interest in them until she had his attention. But then he hadn't kept staring at her tits either. She wasn't embarrassed about her breasts. In fact she was really proud of their size, and their incredibly sensitive and prominent nipples. She always laughed to herself when guys first saw them set free in all their glory. Her bra would come off, and their jaws would hit the ground. If they had any skills at love making, they would also send her horniness up several flights by teasing her nipples..sometimes focusing on the areolae, at other times pinching and twisting the engorged buds...or scraping them with their teeth. Fuck, she didn't care as long as they appreciated all of her and didn't dive straight to her pussy. The guys who did that never got a second chance. But Richard, that was his name, he'd managed to keep his eyes on hers, and only glanced a couple of times at her cleavage. He'd also challenged her mind, not trying to put her down, or yet agree with everything she said, She did remember at one point thinking that if she hadn't been dating Hans, who she did really care about, she might have been up for a night of "hide the King of Hearts". But now, sometime later, Eva was struggling to regain consciousness, and it felt like she was swimming up from the bottom of a very murky pond. Her mouth tasted foul, and her head hurt, and that fucking light lanced her eyeballs when she tried to open her eyelids. Automatically she tried to rub what felt like grit in her eyes...and couldn't. FUCK Her hands were over her head and she couldn't move them. She jerked her hands again, and felt the burn of rope cutting her wrists. She jerked her legs and cried out, but her yell was muffled by a cloth through her lips. And her ankles? They felt that familiar rope burn and she realised her legs were tied so they were spread wide, spread obscenely wide. Panicked, Eva twisted and struggled, her eyes now open wide, her fuddled brain still trying to make sense of her surroundings. She saw plain dirty walls, and felt a mattress beneath her. She sensed she was on on a double bed with metal rails, as it rattled with her jerking around. The light over head was a bare light bulb, and the whole atmosphere was grimy, unused, abandoned, like some disused anarchists' squat. She tried lifting her head to peer around, and it was then that she saw him, Richard, the magician from the club. He'd removed his black leather jacket and was now in black jeans and tee shirt, sitting on a chair to one side towards the foot of the bed, a book in his hand, watching her with amusement. FUCK FUCK and DOUBLE FUCK. He'd fucking kidnapped her, and now he had her tied to a fucking bed. He didn't move, he didn't do anything...he just sat and watched as she struggled and flopped, a big titted fish caught in his net and available to whatever he wanted. God knows she had fantasied about this...and the fantasies had always been erotic and sexy and made her wetter than a summer rainstorm. But here and now, all she could think about was hoping she came out of this alive, and how much she missed Hans and his strong arms, and his easy laugh, and his safe predictable ways. Richard sat back, a self satisfied smirk on his face. And now, she couldn't work out whether to be really fucking angry with him, or really fucking scared. Eva strained her head, trying to watch him. As far as she could tell she was still wearing all her clothes. Maybe this was just some crazy ransom attempt. Maybe the stupid jerk had got the wrong girl. Whatever it was, she was going to try and calm down and not make him angry, or give him a reason to hurt her. So she stared at him, and he just stared straight back, that annoying self satisfied half smile on his face, until the strain on her neck got too much and she had to let her head drop. And then her view of him was blocked by her arms tied over her head. With that she felt the pain in her arms and ankles more acutely. She felt the dry gagging tightness of the cloth in her mouth. And she started to feel despair and hopelessness; not knowing where she was, and knowing there was nothing she could do, Despite her efforts to remain strong, she felt scared, and sorry for herself, and tears started to seep from her eyes and down her cheeks. She hated feeling so helpless and vulnerable. It was one thing to be submissive to a guy, playing some kinky game, but this seemed so fucking pointless, and she had absolutely no idea where it would all end. Richard heard the muffled sound of her upset, and smiled a bit more to himself. So far so good, he thought, this little piece of meat is starting to understand the reality of the situation. As someone used to working the crowd, he had been able to cut her easily from the herd of her noisy mates, and spiking her drink with the roofie without her or anyone else knowing had been a piece of piss. He'd noticed Eva right at the beginning when he'd sat at the table. Or at least he'd noticed her amazing breasts, and he'd liked the way she hadn't tried to be the center of attention in her crowd. He preferred the quieter girls, the ones who other guys would pass over for the "pretty" and glamorous ones. But Richard preferred character to looks...not that there was anything wrong with the looks on this one She had full cock-sucking lips, and a really nice ass he had admired when she'd gone off at one point to powder her nose. And now, she was here, packaged and delivered straight into his greedy wolf like paws. Richard rose from his seat, and watched Eva as she lay helpless, displayed on his bed. He preferred to leave his victims dressed to start off with...after all wasn't half the fun of Christmas the unwrapping of the presents? He admired her stockinged legs, stretched apart and straining against her leather skirt, He admired the way her magnificent breasts strained against her blouse, pulling the buttons so far they threatened to break the threads and leap into space. And her eyes with their now streaked mascara which looked at him with silent pleading. He felt his cock stiffening with anticipation, as he wondered just how he might enjoy his little piece of fun for the day. Slowly, he sauntered over to the bedside, and sat beside her, his hips touching hers. He reached up and brushed some stray hairs tenderly off her face. He caressed her face, gently, almost lovingly, a contented smile on his face. There was something so fucking creepy about this guy, Eve thought, but despite herself, to her horror, she started to feel the merest tingling between her legs. No you fucking don't, she scolded herself, this bastard had drugged her and kidnapped her...there was no fucking way she was going to start thinking about sex or anything sick like that. Richard saw her scowl, apparently at his touch, and he was amused at the fight still in her. He did like some fight, some resistance...because the penetration was all the more satisfying. If he had wanted some subdued whimpering piece of fuck meat he would have bought a blow-up doll. "Eva", Richard spoke, his voice calm and authoritative. "Please listen very carefully to me, because I am not a very patient man when I am ignored". Eva focused on his lips, remembering the way he had smiled and chatted to he in the club, making her feel like she was the center of his glamorous and magical world. Now, in this dank harsh lit room, he had her tied to a bed, and there wasn't any audience to come to her aid. "Eva, I don't want to harm you ok? I don't want to do any damage...at least nothing that would be visible." Eva's stomach had lurched at this implied threat as some nameless and scary fear pushed its tendrils into her mind. "Hopefully, we will have some fun together, and at the end of it we will go our separate ways. Ok Eva?" Eva stared at him blankly...."Have fun together????...she was tied to his bed, was he some deranged psychopath? Richard's hand connected with her cheek with some force and she yelped into the gag. "Eva", said Richard with an annoyed tone to his voice, "I asked you to pay attention, and that means answering when I ask you a question. I said, is that ok?" This time, Eva didn't try and understand the question, she just nodded wildly, not wishing to antagonize him any more. "Well done Eva, that is so good to hear." Richard leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Now, let's begin" Eva lay there frozen...suddenly aware that she had misread him, This wasn't any kidnap and ransom, this was going to be a rape, a long drawn out, unhurried leisurely rape, and he was treating like she had some choice in the matter. Richard traced his hand down her face, stroking her cheek where it wasn't covered by the gag, and then down her chin and neck, resting finally on her full breasts. Once there, he spent some time stroking and squeezing her mounds, gradually increasing his pressure until his fingers were digging in. He wasn't exactly hurting her, and if this had been consensual she knew she would have probably have really enjoyed it. And that was confusing her the hell out of her, because she really was starting to enjoy it. When his fingers sought out one of her nipples through the blouse and her bra, she had even whimpered a bit at the familiar deep tingling that signalled her rebellious cunt. Richard looked up at her muffled exclamation, looking concerned. "Yes Eva", he said, as if he were having a conversation with her, "This clothing is rather tight and constricting. And of course I'll remove it, What a clever girl you are". He smiled at her, as if in praise, and her head struggled to understand how he could even begin to imagine her being so compliant. Not that it mattered, Richard was matter of factly unbuttoning her blouse, working his way down from the top, and tugging the fabric out from her skirt so he could reach the remaining buttons. He pulled the fabric apart, carefully, so that her favourite lilac bra was exposed to his gaze. "Mmmmmm", he beamed, "Magnifique". "That's French for magnificent", he said cheerfully, "You really do have the most amazing breasts. It was all I could do last night to keep my eyes on your face, when all I wanted to do was rip your blouse off and bury my face in them. And now, what a surprise, you are here and I can take my time doing just that." Richard reached into his pocket, and pulled out something dull and slim. There was an audible "snick" as a slender blade shot out and locked into place. "Sadly", Richard continued, "This bra will have to go. I do hope you have a replacement at home." Eva yelped in panic and her heart started thumping now with genuine fear. Seeing the knife triggered fears of cutting, and blood. God knows what sick pleasures this rapist might enjoy. Richard shushed her, "It's ok, this is just to cut away the bra. Now don't struggle, or you really will get hurt, This is a really sharp knife, so no sudden movements alright?" Eva nodded, small jerky movements, her eyes fixed on the wicked shiny blade like a rabbit facing a cobra. Richard carefully pulled up and cut each of the shoulder straps, and then pushed a finger under the central section between her breasts. She stared in anxiety as the blade came close to her tender white flesh, and almost breathed a sigh of relief when it sliced upwards, cleanly, parting the two cups. Deftly, he pulled the remains out from under her, and tossed them to the floor. Carefully, he pulled the blade back into the handle, and then returned the lock-knife to his pocket. "There, now isn't that so much better?" "And because you have been such a good girl, and not struggled when that nasty knife was near your tits, I'm going to remove that horrid gag. BUT." and here Richard raised an admonishing finger, "No crying out or trying to attract anyone's attention. That would be a waste of time as there is no one to hear you, but it will annoy me. And trust me...you don't want to annoy me...do you?" Richard had touched a finger playfully to Eva's nose, and she had shaken her head hurriedly. There was a scary controlled gentleness about this man...and an assurance that for all his joviality, he would not be stopped in doing whatever the fuck he wanted with her. He controlled himself, and he controlled her, and that knowledge sent another buzz down her body where it pooled between her legs. He reached under her head, and struggled a bit before managing to untie the knot. At last, it was undone, and the rag removed from her now dry and aching mouth. Eve tried to talk, but her voice cracked, and her tongue felt swollen and dry. "Don't try and say anything yet, you need some water first." Richard reached down beside the bed, and retrieved a plastic bottle of mineral water. She heard the seal crack as he opened it, and felt strangely reassured. He might of drugged her drink in the bar, but here he was offering her a fresh bottle of water. He lifted her head, and helped her drink some sips...not enough to let her choke, but sufficient to clear the taste from her mouth and make her feel more human. "And just in case you are worried that I might have somehow drugged the water, say using a syringe, I'll drink some too." Fuck, Eva thought, she hadn't thought about THAT, and that made him both scarier because he had...but somehow safer because he was also drinking it. He was starting to mess with her head...because he wasn't acting like any of the crazed rapists she had ever read or fantasized about. Richard offered Eva another drink, and then replaced the screw top, placing the bottle back down under the bed. He then returned his gaze to her breasts which were now thrust up and naked to the light. She looked down herself, and saw that the nipples were already gently puckered and proud. She assumed, or rather hoped, that this was because of the cool air in the room after the clothing had been removed. But then, he cupped one of the full mounds, and gently rubbed a thumb over a nipple, and she gave an involuntary whimper. The brushing of his thumb, combined with the fear and anxiety of her position, had made that nubbin acutely sensitive, and she could have sworn a battery had been touched to her clit. "Mmmm, I think we like that" Richard purred, and he then brushed the treacherous nipple again with his thumb, even more gently and teasingly. Again that jolt, and Eva knew she was undone, because her body was actually enjoying this sick fuck's moves. "Exquisite" he murmured, and then dropped his head to the nipple and started teasing it with his lips, his tongue and his teeth. He did nothing to hurt her, though he gradually increased the intensity...but the way he focused on that one nipple, varying his moves and toying with it so expertly started to drive Eva crazy. She wondered where those extra sounds were coming from, and realised with mortifying embarrassment that they were her moans of pleasure. Leaving his hand behind to toy with that now painfully hard and aroused tip, Richard repeated the same teasing process on its twin, already prominent on the other breast. Eva could not control her sounds of pleasure and arousal, and was only vaguely aware that her hips were starting to buck and thrust as his ministrations sent successive shock waves down her belly. At last, Richard stopped, and leaned up. "Fuck", he said with feeling, "Your are amazing. Your breasts are so beautiful, to die for, and oh what wonderfully responsive peaks." He pinched them both and twisted them...the first actually painful thing he had done so far...but so unexpected on those incredibly tender nipples that she had both cried out, and again thrust up her hips as if she were pleasuring some unseen lover. Her response made Eva blush, a glow that reached down to her chest, because she knew for certain that her cunt was now very wet and tingling with anticipation. "Sadly", Richard sighed, "I can't spend all day here, and I really do want to do more than just play with these", and with that he gave one of her breasts a playful slap....leaving her feel both used, yet even more aroused. He twisted round so that he was facing her prone body, and then crawled over the nearest leg and knelt between the outstretched lower limbs. Once there, he eased up her skirt until it was bunched around her hips, completely exposing her matching lilac panties and the tops of her hold up stockings. "Good girl", Richard praised her. "Matching panties, and hold up stockings...such a sexy combination. I do so approve." Bizarrely, his praise made her flush with pleasure, and for a brief second she found her self glad that he approved. She tried to tell herself off, wondering if that were an after effect of the roofie he had slipped her. But deep down she also knew it was because of his use of her breasts, which had left her aroused and needy. This rape was not something she had ever wanted to experience for real...but the way he was doing it was making her so fucking horny. "Sadly, however", Richard continued", I can't take off these panties without damaging them, not unless I untie you....and that would be taking a terrible risk." Richard took out the now familiar lock knife, and again the blade snapped into place with its lethal sounding "snick". "No, please, I'll be good" Eva begged. "I wont kick or try and cause any problems. Just please, don't cut my panties with that knife, please I'm begging you". Eva was genuinely afraid of that knife, so close to her vulnerable sex. She sometimes had nightmares of being cut there, and bleeding until she fell unconscious...and she really would have done anything to avoid such a risk. Richard looked at her carefully, assessing her, measuring her distress against the risk of her trying to kick him, But he sensed she was sincere and he also knew that she had been genuinely aroused earlier. He somehow doubted that she had the presence of mind to lie quite so convincingly at this stage. Carefully, but obviously, he lay the knife with the still extended blade down by her hip. "Eva, I am going to trust you to be a good girl and not cause me any problems. Your arms will still be tied, but my knife will be here beside you. If you try anything stupid, there is no telling where that knife might end up, Do you understand? Eva nodded hurriedly again, anxious not to do anything to antagonize him. She actually felt strangely grateful that he had heard her fears, and she genuinely didn't want to disappoint him now,. Still kneeling between her legs. Richard untied the knots holding the first ankle. Once undone, he even exercised the leg a bit, bending it and lifting up and down to ease it. Eva did nothing to try and stop him, and actually groaned in relief as he released the stretched muscles. He repeated the process with the other leg, and despite herself, Eva found her self lying with her legs free on either side of her erstwhile rapist, doing nothing to stop him. Somehow, giving him her promise had stopped her from defending herself, because he had been gentle and more caring than he needed to. He slid his hands up her the outside of her thighs, over the fabric of the stockings and then onto the bare flesh...and again Eva caught her breath as she felt that familiar tingling. His thumbs had brushed the insides of her thighs,,,almost but not quite touching her now liquid core..and the eroticism of that act had left her wanting more. Eva's Awakening Now, his fingers up to the waistband of her panties, he started to gently tug them down. Conscious that the knife was still resting inches from her hips, she carefully put her feet together in front of him, and lifted her arse so he could pull her under garment free of her hips. She felt such shame that he would be able to now see her sex, but blushed with the knowledge that he would also be able to see her arousal. What was worse, she felt the fabric stick to her pussy lips, her juices gluing the crotch in an obscene advert to her lust. And then as the panties pulled clear, the scent of her arousal wafted on the air. Now, he could not only see what a little slut she was, he could smell it. She had never felt so ashamed, but also so darkly aroused. He knew the truth of her now...she was a fucking slut whose cunt gushed for the first man who drugged her and tied her up. She knew she would be raped, and that he would be dumping his sticky cum in her...but even that only made her desire even sharper. She deserved this, she told herself. She deserved it for all the times she had masturbated to those fantasies of being restrained and raped, and now she was so broken and damaged that a real rape had left her begging like a fucking whore. Eva turned her face away in shame, lest he should see her naked need. She quietly let him slide the damp garment down her thighs and calves, and off her ankles. She felt him climb off the bed, but didn't see him pocket her badge of shame. Then, he came and stood, standing by her head. "Well Eva, I think it's time we moved onto the main course, don't you? You've been such a good girl for me, and I can see that your wet little pussy really wants me to use it." Eva squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to try and block out the image of his cock pushing into her...an image that part of her wanted more than anything, "But first, I need you to open your mouth" For a brief second Eva opened her eyes and stared blankly at him...and then she saw his hands pull down the zipper on his trousers, and pull out a cock that was already semi hard. She stared at it..seeing nothing unusual, yet feeling that she would be owned by this cock in a way she had never felt owned before. "Eva", Richard said sharply, "I wont ask again. Open your mouth. And turn your body to me...that will make things easier." Dumbly, Eva did as she was told. Part of her brain switched off..and her submissive nature took over. Somehow, his fucking her mouth in this way was going to be profoundly more erotic than a blow job. Yes, he was going to rape her mouth, but he was also going to use it, to fuck it, to penetrate it and enjoy it the same way he was most obviously going to enjoy her now naked and dripping cunt. As he gripped her hair, and pulled her mouth onto him, she tasted a slightly acrid taste, and sensed a rightness to it. This was not a clean fresh caring cock...this was a raping cock...using a slut's mouth the way it deserved to be used. She wasn't there to show off her blow job skills...she was there to give him a welcoming orifice...and so she obediently opened her mouth and sucked him him...and let him thrust in and out in his own time and speed. Sometimes he thrust so hard she gagged and choked...but he didn't stop, and she was grateful for that. It reminded her that she was just fuckmeat for him...and that comforted her. This was her reward for letting him see what a wet whore she was. And his stiff thickness did feel good in her mouth. He wasn't too big, and most definitely not small in any way. And the head fitted so well on her tongue, like her mouth had been made for him. And all the time, she felt her cunt tingle more and more, and swell and moisten even more for the vaginal rape she she expected, and now wanted. She tasted precum on her tongue, and felt the urgency of his movements...and wondered whether he would finish in her mouth. She prepared herself mentally for the salty taste and slimy texture of his cum, dutifully ready to swallow it down like any eager cock sucking whore would do...without needing to be prompted. But instead, he pulled out, and stroked her face. "My my my, you are a very talented and obliging little cock sucker....I do believe you were ready to swallow my load without any complaint." Again, Eva blushed furiously at the truth of his accusation, but boldly looked up at him. So he knew the truth of her...but at least he appreciated it, and wasn't being a hypocritical bastard about it. Slowly jerking his now hard and saliva coated cock, Richard turned Eva onto her back again, and climbed between her legs. Dumbly she spread them wide, with no desire to try and play innocent when she knew her body had already betrayed her. Richard knelt over her, and rubbed the head of his cock against her cunt lips. She moaned out loud again. She was shocked, but she really could not remember the last time she had felt so fucking aroused. Even this contact had her panting and whining like a bitch in heat, and all she could think of was feeling that wonderful cock buried deep in her, and pounding in and out of her fuck hole. But Richard teased her some more...coating his cock head with her arousal, rubbing the fleshy mushroom between her lips until it was securely lodged at the entrance to her pussy. She looked up into his eyes and he stared back down at her. He was her rapist, but also her pleasure. She knew she shouldn't feel so much lust and sexual hunger for this, but she did, and it was the best feeling ever. And then he pushed himself in...driving deep into her core with one strong forceful stoke...and she cried out and swung her legs around his hips. Her arms still tied told her she was a captive, with no choice. Her legs and her thrusting hips told him that she wanted this with every fibre of her being. And so he fucked her...hard, with passion, with lust, with pleasure, with enjoyment, with exultation. He took her body and used it entirely for his pleasure, relishing her tight wetness, like silk in a constricting rubber glove. Eva's cunt was on fire, and she lost the ability to think any coherent thoughts, All she could tell was that she was urging him on, urging him to rape her dirty whore cunt, to do what he wanted with her...and he had grinned at her, and grunted his pleasure, and mashed his lips onto hers. And then her first orgasm hit her. Richard wasn't doing anything to make her cum...nothing beyond just raping her cunt...but that realisation in itself trigged her climax. She cried out and arched her back, driving up her hips and milking his cock with her spasms...and he just kept himself buried there until the waves passed. "Such a good little whore, cumming so hard for her rapist". His words lashed her, burying themselves so deep she knew she would be treasuring them for years to come. He knew her, he understood her, and she felt a perverse sense of gratefulness to him for embracing this truth of her so openly. And so, when he resumed his thrusting, she had met and matched his movements, urging him on...offering any hole for him to cum into ..as long as he filled her somewhere. "What", Richard had quizzed her as his cock stoked her flames once more, "Even that tight anal hole just inches away from where I am fucking you now?" She could hardly believe her crude mouth, but she had affirmed her promise "Yes sir, feel free to use my arse, dry fuck it if you want, and dump your cum in there. Do whatever you want with me. I'm just your eager whore to be raped." And those words broke his reserve, He gave a deep groan, and muttering one long fuuuuck, drove several last urgent thrusts into her cunt before pressing himself deep inside her, and then spurting his essence into her...filling her, gifting her with his pleasure, crying out at the intense pleasure of this orifice, this girl, this place, this complete act. And with another cry, Eva herself clenched her legs around his hips, and held him tightly as her vaginal walls massaged the invading shaft, her shudders of pleasure adding to his own, until she fell back to earth, exhausted, and used, and yet completed in the darkest of ways. After they had passed several minutes, his body resting on her and she tenderly holding him with her legs....he had finally lifted himself off her. Shocked at his tenderness, he kissed her, and she equally shocked, kissed him back. It was an unspoken pact between them, they would speak of this to no one else. Silently he had released her, and equally silently showed her the bathroom. She had done what she could could to repair the damage. The bra was lost, and she didn't want to use words...which would have only confused things even more...so she didn't ask for her panties either. He had walked her out of the apartment, and stayed with her while she phoned for a taxi to take her home. She was strangely grateful at his waiting with her...and before she climbed into the taxi when it arrived, she had looked him in the eyes, and squeezed his hand. She knew where he lived, and she knew he had raped her. But she also knew that at some point, she could well be returning...to see what other secrets he could harvest from her soul. Eva's Awakening The larger of the two Mexicans, a man well over six feet tall and 250 pounds, hovered over him, gun still drawn. But the gunman's eyes were fixed not on David but on the couple fucking a few feet away from them. From his position down on the ground, David could no longer see Eva. But he could hear her, grunting and crying and seeming to love every moment of it. He could only imagine what was happening. For Eva, no imagination could have prepared her for this experience. She could feel it coming now. She could feel it happening, although she wasn't sure what it would be like. "Do that! Do that!" she hissed, driving back at her lover, and finally she came, shaking violently as she did. Esteban was shocked at the violence of it, feeling the muscles in her cunt tighten around his cock like a fist. Suddenly he came too, grunting in triumph as he did, his mind turning black as it happened. But the orgasm did nothing to ease his hard-on, and as Eva began to regain her senses, she began to fuck him again, trying to draw him back into a rhythm they could share. Within a few minutes they were again bucking against each other, violently, his hands gripping her by the hips so he could stick with this bronco. She bent forward at the waist, so that with every thrust forward her hard nipples brushed against the rough-textured blanket, until finally she came again, hugely, her breath ragged and harsh. She collapsed onto the tailgate, astonished at the sensation and feeling the weight of the man on her back. Then she felt him pull out and stagger away. She lay there, sprawled, amazed at herself and trying to piece together what had just happened. Then she felt another man behind her. "No!" she said angrily, spinning around. "I can't .... I can't stand...." She stared the man in the eye, stopping him with her look, then slowly reached down and wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his cock. She looked down, surprised at its width. It was a larger cock than she had imagined could exist. With her right hand she snatched the blanket from the tailgate and glanced around. Quickly, she led the man by the cock to an open spot in the dirt. Releasing him, she spread the blanket and then gestured to the man to lay down. The big man looked over at Esteban, who by now was leaning against the truck trying to regain his breath. Then the giant smiled, knelt to the ground and lay upon the blanket, face up, looking at Eva and holding his big dick straight up the air. He beckoned to her. Eva, standing over him, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had always been a finisher. When other runners were tiring, coming around the last turn and into the straightaway, she had always been the girl willing to pay the price, ready to fight through the pain to finish with a kick. She stepped across the prone man's body and slowly began to lower herself to the ground. David, still sitting in the dirt on the other side of the truck, had been left unguarded. He sat there, trying to assess his options, and quickly realized he didn't have any. He had no weapon. He was naked, in the middle of nowhere, a long way from help and in the presence of two armed men. Even if he tried to run, there was nowhere he could go. So slowly, cautiously, he rose to his feet, brushed the dirt and pebbles from his ass, and looked around. As he stood, he finally saw Eva, still naked but with a wild and faraway look in her eyes. She was dropping herself down onto the man who had been guarding him. The other man was leaning against the truck and pulling up his pants, his eyes still focused as he watched his friend and this crazy gringa. The Mexican turned to David, smiled a huge grin and reached for a pistol sitting on the tailgate. He gestured with the gun in his hand: Back down on the ground. Sit back on the ground and don't interfere. David followed orders, but this time he made sure to sit with a clear view of what was happening. Eva had taken the man into her and was sitting straight upright, rocking slightly, trying to accomodate his size. She reached down and grabbed his hands and guided them to her breasts, then began to rock more aggressively, raising her ass off his cock as she moved backward, then driving forward and into him. The sounds coming from her no longer constituted words, and certainly not thoughts. She raised her face to the sun and rode the cock inside her, losing any sense that it was attached to another human being. She began to raise herself higher, slamming down harder, picking up her pace, pushing toward the finish line. When the man beneath her began to raise his hips to meet her, she slammed herself down and pinned his body to the ground, not letting him move.

Then she began to rock again, mewling and growling. Esteban, his cock now limp, his balls drooping, had been drained dry. He had come twice already and would be out of commission for hours. Once his friend had finished, they would take the truck keys and disappear on foot. By the time these two walked back to civilization, he and Luz would be long gone. when they got back home, they would have themselves a story to tell, a story nobody would believe. Unless .... he reached into his pants pocket, pulled out his cell phone and took a few steps forward. He pointed the camera lens at the blonde riding Luz, her face up at the sky, her eyes shut hard in concentration, and watched her on the little cellphone screen until the memory was full. He giggled to himself. He would wait for the right moment, for the exact second when their friends back home were hooting and hollering about the lies they were telling about the blonde American beauty who had fucked them both dry. Then he would pull out the phone and show them. Eva, oblivious to everything, dropped forward on her hands and knees and tried to drive it home. She had never tried drugs, had never been drunk. The closest thing she had come to an altered state of consciousness was a runner's high. And after discovering that mild sense of euphoria at the age of 13, she had become addicted to it. She could not imagine her life without out. But this ecstasy, this was something different. This was like mainlining heroin. Weeks from now — months and years from now — she would look back and wonder how this day could even have been real. For the moment, though, it was her entire universe.
Her blonde curls, damp from sweat, swung back and forth across her face as she lifted her ass high up the cock and slammed down, repeatedly, violently. The man beneath her began to bite at her swinging breasts and, gripping her hips with strong, callused hands, he lifted to meet her. But Eva didn't notice. She needed ... she needed ... she crammed all of the cock inside her and finally began to shudder, uncontrollably, crying out in triumph, astonishing herself and all who witnessed it. But the lessons of this remarkable day were not quite over. The sweet little Mormon girl had freed herself, discovering the joy that came with surrendering everything to the pursuit of her own exquisite pleasure. But she had yet to learn how to surrender herself just as completely to the pleasures of others. In Luz, she would find, she had a more than willing and capable instructor. As she lay there, sprawled across Luz's chest in exhaustion, her body quivering on his still hard dick, she felt the Mexican place a large hand on each cheek of her sweet, smooth ass. With a shift of his body beneath her, she suddenly found herself staring up into his hard, sweaty face and the blue sky beyond, his hands still on her ass, his dick still deep within her. Then he began to fuck her in earnest, hard and violently. All day long, she had somehow been the one in control. She had set the pace. But no longer. Her slender runner's frame was now smothered by the large, muscular maleness pounding into her, demanding its satisfaction, and she was powerless against it. Yet in this too she found release. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his bull neck and she submitted herself to him, eager to satisfy the need that she herself had created, urging him into her in a language native to them both. And when he finally came, surging into her in a desperate series of lunges, she came too, a final surrender and a final victory for them both.