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The Taking of Danger Girl Ch. 01

By: Thadsgood



{This is stand alone story, although it continues the adventures of Stephanie, aka, Danger Girl. The other stories are no longer on literotica so some background is provided.}

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Hi again, I'm Stephanie, known amongst only a few choice friends as Danger Girl. Those few that truly know me know that I like risky sex. Who am I kidding? I love it. I crave it. I'm a fiercely independent woman who just gets off on being controlled and used sexually. I like it risky and humiliating. I've done things I would never do, all because someone else made me. Admittedly, I put myself in those situations to start with, but I did them at the time because someone else was calling the shots. That's what drives me crazy, being made to do it. I've done some pretty wild things and if you've read about me before, I'm sure you can attest to that. If not, this story will corroborate that and show you who I am, deep inside.

It had been a year or more since my last adventure which was directed by my old professor. It was a nearly naked trek through the downtown area in which I was required to perform a number of tasks, several of which got me used good and hard. He had purposely fallen out of my life, no doubt I was a lot for anyone to handle. Plus, he was married. I still had some debts to pay for months from that adventure which kept me busy. I was used pretty good by some cops and one of the inner city guys who had "caught" me downtown. They loved using me, for sure, but it always lacked the imagination a good alpha male can muster. I was in limbo.

I kept in touch with one of my best friends from college. Her name is Beth. She knew all about me and my sexual exploits. We even lusted after the same guys in college and fooled around some on our own. She lives in Arizona, I in the Midwest. 

She had a boyfriend, Rick. I had met him back in school. He was the slick black haired, suave playboy we used to fight over. I didn't want her ending up with him. He was always so full of himself, totally a macho guy and was quite the player. Beth was far less adventurous than I and I was always surprised that she ended up with him, at least for the time being. He was hot, however. He didn't really go to school. He was into cars and motorcycles. He knew everything about how to fix them. I suppose that's why he was always greasy, though I still couldn't help but watch how his muscles flexed when he was under the hood of one of our cars. He most certainly liked me, though. He was always all over me, he was handsy, flirty. There was no mistaking what he wanted, what would happen if he got me alone, he would whisper it to me. In mixed company he'd kiddingly "threaten" to make me pay for my teasing, saying he and his "boys" would take care of me right. Beth and I just brushed it off, I had plenty of action back then. It was clear he had a dark side, though.

Beth and I kept in touch through phone calls and instant messaging. I'm sure she got tired of me whining about my lack of action. She was surprised and shocked by my telling of my earlier adventures. I think she was probably also a bit excited by them, she always made me tell her the details. I mentioned that I had a week vacation coming up. I talked about visiting her. She was always noncommittal, even though she kept asking me if I had plans. Finally, the vacation approached and since she hadn't said one way or the other I figured I'd just drive out to a lake, rent a cabin and chill. 

Friday evening finally came and I was in the kitchen fixing coffee. I just needed to pack a few things and then just slip into relaxation mode. I reminded myself to most certainly not forget my vibrator. I was planning on working it out when I got to the lake. I thought I heard a rustle in the back yard. I checked, but nothing seemed amiss. I took a long, relaxing shower. I got dressed and brought my suitcase to the living room. I sat down and had some more coffee while I checked my phone for any last messages or emails. I was still hoping to hear from Beth, but alas, it was not to be. Suddenly, my head didn't feel right. The coffee looked like it was a mile away in my hand, then everything went black.

I remember dreaming about riding a horse. I dreamt it was bumpy, there was something sexual about it, something dangerous. I had this funny taste in my mouth, plus it was dry, so dry. My memory was fuzzy, I remember thinking I had to wake up but the harder I tried the harder it got. Finally, looking back on it, I remembered seeing the back seat of a truck, in glimpses, though at the time I incorporated those images into my invading dreams. Finally, I started to come to. Everything was blurry at first. It was bumpy, just as it was in my dream. I could now see the backseat. I was in the back of a pickup, behind the driver and passenger seat, lying on the floor. I tried to straighten up. I couldn't move my arms. They were bound behind me with something hard. I saw just the outline of the driver. I tried to yell, I couldn't, I was gagged. I started to take stock of the situation. My head was groggy, but clearing. I was wearing what I had on in the kitchen. I had on my jean shorts and my flower print blouse. I couldn't feel my bra. I tried kicking and grunting through the gag but all I got was a big, thick hand from the driver, smacking at whatever he could reach. The gag was nearly choking me, that's why my mouth had felt so dry.

My head was clearing. I managed to lift myself up to a sitting position. I made sure I watched the driver the whole time. Finally, he slowed to a stop. He turned to look at me. It was Rick! Beth's boyfriend, I was relieved and pissed at the same time. I grunted my disapproval. I wanted to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing. He knew what I was asking though, he laid it out for me.

"Well, Stephanie, it has been quite a long time," he said with a smug smile.

"Fuck you!" I tried to yell in a grunt.

"In time, sweets, in time. For now, you don't have any say," he laughed. "Here's the deal, Beth, that lazy bitch, finally did something good for me. She told me her friend, her slutty friend Stephanie had a week vacation. Stupid bitch never knew how to use the computer, how to erase things like emails and messages. Turns out you are the very slut I thought you were, way back when. Why I didn't get a piece of that ass back then I don't know, but I guarantee that will be rectified. So, you like being used, eh?" He sneered. I tried to avoid eye contact. I wanted to spit in his face, I couldn't. "You have quite the background. I am looking forward to seeing if any of it is true, you know how internet people tend to lie."

He reached back and cupped my face. I struggled against my bonds, they were handcuffs. I knew that feeling completely, usually accompanied with lust. He just smiled.

"Those are police issue, good luck struggling." I slumped down, defeated. "Here's the story," he said, his eyes blazing into mine, dark and intense. "I've wanted to fuck you ever since I met you. All that teasing, all that chasing will finally end. However, after reading about what you are into I decided to make it much more..." he said, his chin raised, as if in thought, "...interesting." 

I whined my complaint through the gag.

"I ain't buying it, sister," he said gruffly. "I know what you let guys do to you back at school. Now, hearing what you've done recently, well, I don't see any reason not to continue." 

With that he removed the gag from my parched mouth. I tried to spit but I was too dry. I thought about yelling but he pointed out where we were, on a lonely highway, not another car in sight.

"Please..." I started to beg, my voice cracking with the effort.

"Listen," he said, as he cut me off. "The way I see it, you owe me. You cock teased me something fierce back then."

"Nooo," I whined, to no avail, he wasn't having it, he had a calm, steely intensity about him.

He cupped my breasts through my blouse, I tried to resist but he had me in a corner, I couldn't move away. He flicked his fingers across my nipples through the material. They were hard.

"Hon, if this was just about fucking you I'd have taken you right there in your house. This all just came to me like a fucking Christmas present," he said. "First, blabby Beth told me about your vacation time and second, I saw all the incriminating emails and messages, and third, I was able to convince Beth that I had a cross country run to make for business. Like I said, it's all perfect," he chuckled.

"Beth doesn't know you are here?" I asked in fear.

"Hell no, the bitch doesn't know, you think she'd want me fucking her slut friend? So, I've got her convinced that I'm gone for a week and you are not going to be missed for as long at least. Well, like I said, fucking perfect. Oh, I took the liberty of texting Beth from your phone, seems like you are having a great time relaxing at the lake," he laughed ominously.

"Fuckkkk," I thought. I had thought he was dangerous, I could always feel that about him, but kidnapping...or worse? It seemed surreal.

"So, think about it as a game," he said. "For the time being, you do what I say, like you seem to like in your writings. It could work out for both of us," he smiled and he turned and resumed driving.

My mind raced as we headed down the highway, it was early morning, the sun was starting to rise. I didn't recognize the area, it was remote, desolate. I was both comforted and terrified by the fact that it was Rick that was doing this. As I've said, in other instances I'd have loved the loss of control. Here, though, I didn't know what was he up to, what he would do. I couldn't be sure. He didn't seem like a killer. I even supposed that my writings about what I liked could have emboldened him to do something out of his character, though I couldn't even know for sure what he read. I had no idea what he knew about me, exactly. Perhaps it could all just be a game for him, as he'd said. I wasn't afraid of the sex. I only hoped that was all he had on his mind.

I woke up a little later, as we pulled into a greasy spoon type place. I looked around, it was just the tiny diner and only a couple rough looking vacant buildings around it. Rick got out. He came around to my side and pulled me out roughly. He pushed me back in, this time in the passenger seat. His strong, thick hands removed the handcuffs just for a minute before he pulled my hands behind the seat and attached them again. I just looked at him helplessly. He shook his head upon looking at my top. He undid the front buttons nearly all the way down. My bra was missing. His strong hand found my soft skin. He caressed my tits for a minute. He let out a low whistle. 

"Damn," he whispered.

I looked at him pleadingly. He just smiled. "Trust me." I guess I had to. A familiar feeling was growing deep in me, I tried to brush it off.

He had parked facing the window of the diner. I was starving, I realized I hadn't eaten dinner the night before. I'd planned to stop on the way. My mouth started to water as I watched him eat at his leisure. I saw him chatting up the waitress. She was giggling, I could tell. He had her in the palm of his hand. He kept pushing his long, black locks back out of his eyes and smiled every time she came around. She was a big haired 40 something woman with cat glasses. She had on stretch pants even though she was clearly 30 pounds past her prime. She was fixated on him. 

There seemed to be only one other person in the diner, it was a young man, 18 or 19 it seemed. He had on the white paper hat, it looked like he was the cook/busboy. I saw Rick talk to him as well. They both looked my way. I tried to shrink down in the seat even though the truck sat high enough I knew they couldn't see anything. I just felt so exposed, my tits were basically hanging out of my blouse and my hands were bound behind the seat. I saw them huddle together, towards the end of the meal. The guy disappeared. I saw "Flo" as I imagined her, again dote on Rick. It struck me that he was distracting her. I found out why, quickly. Out of the corner of my eye the youth approached the truck. He had a goofy look on his face. I was right, he looked no more than 19 or so. He still had his paper hat on.

"Well goddamn," he said thickly. "What do we have here?" He didn't appear too bright. He gaped at me for a moment. He glanced with uncertainty back at the diner. Flo and Rick were still engrossed in conversation. He ogled my tits, droolingly. He reminded me of a young Peter Griffin, fat, stupid and lustful.

"Never saw a woman's tits before, junior?" I spat condescendingly.

"Nope, heh hehe, can't say that I have, up close..." he gulped. He leaned in through the open window. My cleavage was pushing the nearly fully opened top out enticingly. Finally, he summoned the courage. He reached in. His fat fingers found themselves under the material. He pawed my tits roughly, without guile. He seemed fascinated by my erect nipples. He pulled at them lewdly. He kept looking back at the diner and when he saw no distraction he went back to fondling my tits. My nipples are super sensitive and I had to admit that he had me squirming a bit. The whole situation was hitting me, taking me to that dark place. Rick was obviously allowing this and that bit of information was burning itself into my subconscious. I was under his control and that fact was getting me antsy, even as I tried to fight it. I noticed the man/boy using only his right hand to play with my tits, I found out why. His other hand had obviously found its way inside his pants, I could only see the motion, but I realized he had his dick in his other hand and was moving it furiously. I wanted to laugh but I realized the situation might not warrant it. I wondered if his hand would find my pussy but he never left my tits. I saw Rick look back at us with a smirk, he'd maneuvered Flo into a position facing away from us. He had his hand on her shoulder, like they were old friends. For a bastard, he sure was a charmer. Suddenly the young man started grunting. Then I felt it, a drop of his cum shot through the window of the truck and landed on my neck. The rest showered the truck's door. He withdrew his hand, his mouth formed an orgasmic "O". Then, he backed away and I never saw him again. I felt that drop start to run down between my tits.

Rick had taken note that his young charge had finished his task and he excused himself from Flo's company, much to her obvious chagrin. He walked out to the passenger side of the truck. His smirk turned to disgust.

"Oh would you fucking look at this," he said with disdain. "There's fucking cum all over the door."

I wanted to laugh but I dared not. I had gauged him to be in it for the sex and not the danger, but it was still too soon to be that certain.

"Slut, did you do this?" He asked menacingly. "Did you get someone to fucking cum all over my door?"

"I guess I did, sir, isn't that what you wanted?" I said demurely.

He opened the door swiftly. He grabbed me by my hair roughly. He tried to pull me out, forgetting that I was cuffed to the seat. He then opened the cuffs, pulled me out of the truck and shoved me to my knees.

"Fucking clean it off," he barked. I started to rise to use my blouse but he pushed me down again. "With your mouth, slut, clean it off with your mouth."

I looked at him with wide eyes. I knew prying eyes would be able to see from the diner, if they were so inclined. He didn't care.

"Fucking clean that cum off my truck like a good whore would," he snapped. "You were supposed to fucking swallow his cum anyway. I should whip your ass just for that." He started to pull off his belt.

I didn't allow him to continue, I quickly pressed my tongue onto the cold steel and slicked the young man's cum from his precious truck. I didn't linger. I heard the snap of a picture being taken. He was capturing the event for posterity. He seemed satisfied. He pulled me up and cuffed my hands behind me again. 

"Sir, please," I begged, "I'll be good."

"I know you will," he said, ignoring my request, "I also know you dig it. Now get in the fucking truck," he ordered.

We drove down that lonely highway for a time. I realized we were rural Illinois, heading towards Iowa, if I read the signs correctly. I had no idea where we were going. I was still hungry. I asked him about food. "Oh, right," he said, remembering something. He reached into a white bag, it was a doggie bag from the diner. He took out the Styrofoam container, it had some hash browns left in it. I couldn't grab it with my hands cuffed. He turned and emptied the container on the floor behind the seats. 

"Eat up," he smirked. I was fucking pissed but I was beyond hungry. He made me wiggle my way back there. He pawed me as I crawled past him. He made sure he adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could see me, hands cuffed behind me, tits hanging town, while I lapped the hash browns from the metal, dirty floor.

"That's a good slut," he sighed. 

We sat in silence for awhile as I relived the taste of cum and dirt. I stared at him, he seemed lost in thought.

I broke the silence. "Why all the mystery? Why kidnap me? Why didn't you just take me, as you said, at my house? He didn't respond. 

"Ok, You got me, you know my secret. You know you could've just fucked me, whenever and however you wanted, all in the comfort of my house. No one would know, you could have had me tied up there for a week. You know my past, you know I couldn't really cry rape, what with the emails and messages, which I'm sure you saved. Why drug me and take me...wherever?"

"Because that's the plan," he said tersely. "Don't worry," he said, ogling my open tits for the first time in an hour, "if you are half the slut you purport to be, you'll love every minute of it. You loved the diner thing, didn't you?"

"No!" I spat instantly even though I knew it was an unconvincing lie.

"Yes you did," he smiled knowingly. I'll bet you were wet, too."

I tried to avoid his gaze while I blushed, I knew he could see it.

"I just don't want to be hurt," I said softly.

He looked at me intently, like he was staring at my soul, he waited for me to continue, it was as if he drew it out of me.

"I mean, except sexually. Fuck," I thought, "why did I reveal that?"

He just nodded knowingly. I actually felt relief when his hand found my tits. I'd wondered if he was even interested, he hadn't touched me with interest to that point. He pulled me over towards him. My hands were still locked behind me. He forced my head into his lap. He undid his zipper. He fumbled around and took out his cock. 

"Lick it," he panted. I obliged. It started to grow. He pulled his balls out. He had me lick them too. "Yeah, like that, baby," he grunted. "Do that for awhile," he instructed, "I don't want to cum yet." 

We continued down the highway like that. I licked his shaft up and down and bathed his balls in warm saliva while he drove us off to who knows where. He pulled my head off his lap roughly by my hair, I'm sure he knew I liked that. We pulled into a gas station. Again, we were out in bumfuck Illinois, Iowa, whatever. There was nothing around but farmland. The station looked like it doubled as a produce stand. Rick went inside. I saw him talking to a portly balding guy, probably in his thirties. The guy looked out towards me. He was missing his front teeth, at least one of them anyway. I saw him smile, leeringly. It looked like they were negotiating. I knew what for. Rick finally walked outside. He came up to the truck.

"Listen darling," he said sarcastically. "I ain't paying to haul your slut ass around everywhere and I already took all the money from your purse."

I rolled my eyes, "here it comes," I thought.

"So, Rex in there and I made a deal." I looked inside at the ugly man now staring intently at me. 


The Taking of Danger Girl Ch. 01



"What?" I choked out, somewhat already knowing the answer.

"Well, gas was twenty five bucks so I asked him how much for your mouth and he didn't want to budge so I told him I'd throw in that he can touch you...wherever..." he said with a knowing look. "And, just to be a sport he agreed and threw in a pack of cigarettes for me, isn't that super?"

"Rick!" I said. "Look at him, don't make me do this," I begged. I began to struggle, the man inside took notice. Rick was getting agitated.

"But that's the real kicker, isn't it?" He said with measure. "You will do it, and mostly because I make you, right?"

I didn't look at him, I couldn't. He pulled me from the truck. He yanked me inside by my elbow. The man whistled. 

"Hey, why is she cuffed?" He said suddenly, with concern. 

"Why, you don't like that?" Rick asked with surprise.

"Well, I don't want to rape nobody," the man said, his eyes darting outside.

"Tell the man it isn't rape, dear. Go on, tell him." He pushed me forward, towards the man, my tits bouncing enticingly for him. I knew what was expected of me. We were out in the middle of nowhere, I didn't have a choice, though I'm sure I didn't need one.

"It's ok, sir," I said softly. "I heard you offered us the gas and some cigarettes for..." I hesitated. "...for the use of my mouth."

"That's ok with you, hon? I mean, this dude ain't making you or anything?" He asked, incredulously. 

I hesitated. Not sure of the right words. Rick poked me. "Tell him!"

"Well, he is kind of making me," I said haltingly, "But in a good way, it's just something we're into," I lied, as I tried to hurry it along, even though I didn't expect us to be interrupted by anything but passing crows. I felt Rick smile with pride without even having to see him.

"Would you like me in cuffs or without?" I asked, my head lowered.

"Without," the man barked gruffly. Rick took them off of me. I approached him. He roughly pulled open my top and began to maul my tits. He pulled me behind the counter and pushed me face up against the wall. His hands were all over me. I felt him digging between my legs, down my shorts. His fingers found my slit, I was wet. Sometimes I hate myself but I can't help it, I just can't. I allowed him access, I moved my legs wider. He couldn't focus, however, he alternated between my tits and my pussy. I felt him buck up against me. I felt his hot, nasty breath on my neck.

"Suck my cock you little whore," he hissed.

I turned around and dropped to my knees. His cock was out. It was thin but hard. He reeked of sweat. Rick stood in the doorway as if on sentry duty. I was behind the counter on my knees, no one could see what I was doing to the man even if they walked by, still, I felt so vulnerable. I was on my knees in a gas station, sucking a strange man's cock. I saw Rick and it encouraged me. He was taking a photo of me like that, on my knees, from my own phone camera. I was falling down that familiar glorious rabbit hole of submission that I knew so well. Rex berated me as I sucked him but I didn't even pay that much attention. I knew how to get guys off, I'd sucked hundreds I'm sure. I knew I'd have him cumming shortly. I was right, he rewarded my efforts with a steady stream of cum. Rick was watching intently, I knew what he wanted me to do, I choked it down. It was thick and nasty but I swallowed it. I looked up at him with a smile. 

"Thank you, sir."

"Get the fuck out now, whore!" He spat angrily. He pushed me out of the store, Rick just smiled and led me back to the truck. He pushed me over the seat and began to fondle my nakedness. His expert hands worked me over. I wondered if he'd take me right there, like that. He wasn't ready. He lifted me to the seat. I looked at him. He didn't get it at first. I nodded towards the cuffs. 

"Ah," he said, this time. He fastened them again. He drove only a short way before he pulled over. 

He saw my questioning look. He had a strange look in his eye. He yanked me out of the truck, right there on the side of the road. I started squirming and complaining but he shut me up with a sharp hard slap on my ass.

"One thing I don't stand for is sass. You almost got me in trouble back there, struggling with me. What do you think would happen if he'd called the cops on us right then?

I shrugged, he was right, I knew it would look like kidnapping, the real kind, although at the time I'm not sure I knew if it was.

"I'm sorry sir," I pouted.

He just grunted angrily. He pulled down my shorts roughly. I heard his belt being taken off. I braced myself for it. He punished me. He punished me like he owned me. He worked my ass for all it was worth. I was screaming and wailing but he didn't care. Finally, he stopped. I slumped to the ground, crying.

"Now get the fuck back in the truck and do what I say from now on or I'll put you in front of the truck with your tits out and make you walk the whole way," he barked.

I nodded through my tears. "Yes, sir."

We headed back towards the highway and I resumed my position in his lap, my mouth on his large, turgid cock. I wondered when he was planning to fuck me with it. I caught myself with that thought, then I wondered if he'd even let me go, after, when this was all over. So far he'd kidnapped me, given me basically to two strangers and whipped my ass with his belt and he acted as though they were mere appetizers for what was coming. I was Danger Girl heading down a familiar path.

Rick stopped a number of times and took my phone out of my purse and called outside of my earshot. It seemed he was engaged in animated conversations but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Each time he'd just grunt and ignore my questions. The sun had just gone down and we finally pulled into a roadside motel. I was famished and exhausted, no doubt still reeling from the effects of whatever drug he'd given me. I waited in the truck while he got the key from the manager, a fifty something year old with brown hair and graying temples. He reminded me of my science teacher, tall and lanky. He was wearing bifocals. Rick came back and hustled me inside, not bothering to cover up my tits, which bounced lewdly out of my open top while I walked. He pushed me on the bed. He uncuffed me.

"Shower," was all he said. 

I never took a more cleansing, warm shower than I did that night. I let the water flow over me as I tried to shut out the rest of the world. Rick sat on the bed and watched television. I got out, looked at my wrists, they were bruised. My tits had red marks on them from the day's activities, I didn't even bother to check out my ass, it was still on fire from the whipping.

Rick saw me looking in the mirror. "Come out here, now!" He demanded. I stepped out, he took in my fully nude body with a sly smile. He patted the bed. I sat next to him. I felt like a mouse being toyed with by the house cat. I shivered, my nipples sprung to attention. He casually flicked his fingers across them, sending a jolt through me.

"Sweet slutty Stephanie, it's been too long," he whispered before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I sighed. "I told you you'd pay for all your teasing." 

He pushed me face down on the bed. I heard the cuffs clinking. He cuffed my hands over my head to one of the posts in the bed. I was naked and now completely at his mercy, if he had any. His hands worked over my body in a fever. He felt every inch of me. The heat rose with each caress, I could feel a fever building in him. I felt him nudge my legs open, I obliged. I felt his thick cockhead at my opening, it was then that I noticed how I was dripping. He slid it into me. He pierced me with ease. His cock filled me, it was thick, demanding. I squirmed to meet his thrusts. What was once gentle soon became intense, rough. I felt his hips slam into my ass, over and over. His hands were pinching my nipples roughly all the while. I wanted to turn over, to have my hands free to pull him in, to urge him on but I couldn't. I was just his toy, his pussy to use as he wished and use me he did. He pounded me mercilessly for longer than I'd been fucked in quite some time. I could hear the sounds of the wetness of my pussy almost drowning out our panting. Finally, he erupted inside me with a gasp. He held my hips tightly as he filled me as if he was trying to spurt as deep inside me as possible. He slowly, reluctantly withdrew. 

"Fuckkkk," he said, exhausted. 

He collapsed on the bed next to me. I must've fallen asleep because I awoke with a start with him spanking my ass.

"I can't have lazy sluts sleeping away the night, you have work to do," he said with self amusement. 

He uncuffed me. "Make yourself presentable," he laughed. He tossed me a short skirt and a low cut, tight fitting top that he'd no doubt taken from my luggage.

I was still groggy, "What's up? I'm so fucking tired and hungry right now," I whined.

"Eh, I'll order pizza," he sniffed, "you have things to do first." He saw my questioning look. "Like I told you before, I'm not paying a thing to haul your slut ass around, you have to earn your way. So, that being said, I'm sending you down to make a deal with the night manager, Joe." He saw my face go slack. "You are going to go down there and pay him for the room in any fashion he deems necessary, do you understand me?"

"Rick," I moaned, "can't you just let me use my credit card? Then, maybe we can just stay here and fuck," I said, hopefully.

He reached for his belt. "I'm going, I'm going!" I said quickly as I put on the skirt and the top in haste. I noticed there was no underwear. I didn't suppose he figured I'd need it. He shooed me out the door. 

I felt like a fool walking down there. I'd never even met the guy, nor heard anything they'd discussed. Did he already know why I was coming? If not I thought of how embarrassing that was going to be, to have to explain it to him. The walk was short, it was a tiny motel, probably only about 6 units, it looked like we were the only occupants. I pushed open the door to the office with a clang, it had one of those bells tied to the door.

"Can I help you, miss?" said Joe as he took his eyes off his fishing magazine.

"Um..." I hesitated. "...I'm not sure."

His warm smile permeated the room. "I'm sure I can help."

"I was supposed to ask you about...payment." I said, hoping that word would trigger a prearranged deal.

"Sure, ok, well, we take Visa, MasterCard and cash, of course."

I squirmed. "I...uh...don't have those things."

"What are you saying?" he said with some concern.

His alarm startled me, I didn't want him calling the police or something.

"Listen, it's just that..." I began, I was trying to gauge his reaction. I didn't want the guy to have a heart attack or throw me out on my ass. "...the guy I came with, well he sent me down here to..." I was having a hard time getting it out. It was then I caught him ogling my cleavage while I struggled for words. I looked up at him, he saw me catch him staring, he had a different look in his eyes. I recognized that look, it was lust.

"He sent you down here for what?" He said this time, not seeming to care that I knew where he was looking. I made my move.

"Is there any way other than plastic or cash to pay for our room tonight?" I said as I moved in closer to him. He was tall, by moving closer it gave him even better viewing of my tits.

"Like what?" he said, with some obvious excitement.

"Like this," I said as I took his hand and pulled it to my tits. He sighed as the back of his hand stroked the top of my tits where the material ended.

"That's nice," he smiled, "but I'm not sure that's worth the forty dollars for the room." The proverbial door was open. I stepped through.

"How about this?" I said with a seductive smile, "how about when it's over you decide whether or not it was worth it." 

I motioned for him to sit back in his reading chair. I let his hands fondle my tits while I rubbed his crotch. I felt him growing with excitement. I rolled my top up over my tits, which allowed him access which he took freely. I reached inside his pants and stroked his semi hardness. I unzipped him and pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles. I leaned over and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. He sighed. I teased the head with my tongue and cupped his balls in my hands. He was moaning softly. His cock was now fully erect, standing proudly. 

I straddled him and pulled my skirt up over my hips. I positioned myself over his manhood. I slowly sat down on his cock, he groaned. I started to grind myself on him, slowly, carefully. I didn't want him to spurt too soon. I needed this myself. I worked my pussy muscles on his cock and I rode him slowly and wonderfully. His hands tweaked my nipples ever so lightly, which just spurred me on. I rode on his cock while the humming that had been building in my pussy started to overwhelm me. Finally I ground my clit against him and I found myself crashing in orgasm as he pulled me over the edge by my nipples. I kissed him, my mouth was cold, as it tends to be after an orgasm. He responded passionately, his tugs on my nipples grew more greedy, more intense. I was no longer just grinding on his cock I was bouncing on it. He was too far gone to pull back so I went for it. I slammed my pussy on him and begged for him to fill me up. He did. With a groan that I'm sure Rick heard from our room he spurted his hot cum inside me. I rode him slowly to bring him down. His hands finally fell to his sides, he was spent. I slipped off of him, I could feel his juices and mine running down my inner thighs.

"How was it?" I smiled. "Worth forty bucks?"

He just nodded and smiled nervously.

"I thought it might be," I smiled, batting my eyelashes. I walked back to our room, I let the cum drip down my legs, I thought Rick would want to see it.

He just grunted with a grin when he saw me like that. I saw the pizza on the bed. I walked toward it. I felt a sharp slap on my ass. I stopped.

"Please," I begged, "you've got to let me eat.

"You'll eat when I'm done," he said gruffly. "You were supposed to be back by the time the pizza guy came, I didn't want to have to waste my hard earned money on it, besides, I don't need some fat slut eating all my food." I cringed even though I knew he thought I was far from fat. I sat down next to the bed and watched him eat. He saw me looking.

"Fuck, can't a guy eat in peace," he said with disgust and he grabbed me and pulled the cuffs off the table.

He pushed me into the closet and ran the cuffs over the beam for the clothes, he locked me in place like that and slammed the closet door behind me. I began to weep. It just was all too much, the kidnapping, the use, the humiliation, and now the hunger and the fatigue. Still, I couldn't help but think about the pizza guy and how willing I'd be, in my current state of hunger, to put out, if it meant getting to eat. Finally, the door opened, he didn't let me out, instead he just uncuffed me from the beam. He tossed me a few remaining pieces, mostly just crusts. He took one from me and rubbed it between my legs, collecting some of the wetness from my tryst. He made me eat it in front of him. 

"Fuck, you are such a slut," he said. It seemed to please him. He unzipped his pants quickly and forced me to suck him off in the cramped closet. He sprayed his cum all over my face. "Leave it," he said gruffly, referring to the cum. Then, the door slammed again and I was left in the dark, eating on discarded pieces of pizza like a scared mouse. He left me there to sleep, he didn't allow me the use of the bed. I heard him place a chair up against the closet door to trap me in. I slept like a rock anyways.

I was awakened by a bright light, the closet door swung open. It was a Sheriff. He hauled me out of there with no explanation. Rick was gone, there was nothing in the room, the bed was even made. I was shoved into the back of a police car. I saw the cop and the manager talking, the cop returned and read me my rights. 

"What are you arresting me for?" I cried.

"Prostitution," he said sternly as we sped off. I was covered in dried cum. I had no identification and on the word of the manager who had told him I was a whore turning tricks in the room, I was headed to jail. "That fucking bastard fucked me then turned me in," I thought, sobbing. Rick was nowhere to be seen. 

(End of part one- The taking of Danger Girl) 



The Taking of Danger Girl Ch. 02



{Part two of "The taking of Danger Girl}

I was in the back of a police car headed who knows where. My top was still unbuttoned and in the reflection of his rear view mirror I saw my face. It was covered in dried cum. No question he noticed it too. I looked like a prostitute for sure, a very busy one.

"Sir, you have this all wrong," I pleaded. His expression never changed behind his frosted police glasses. "Some guy brought me to that room," I started to explain before realizing that it would sound like I was bringing a john to the room. "I mean, I was with this guy and he brought me there, took my money and purse and left me in that closet."

He never wavered. "Ma'am, I'll get the whole story back at the station, right now you should use your right to remain silent."

I pouted the entire way. We pulled down a lonely road and passed a couple buildings that one might loosely call a downtown area. He pulled down a lengthy dirt road and pulled up to the station. It was a small brick building the size and look of a one room schoolhouse. It was painted a garish aqua color, the brightness long since gone. He handcuffed me and pulled me inside. It looked the station where Barney Fife worked. He took pictures of me. He focused on the dried cum on my face as well as my inner thighs. He also swabbed some of the cum off with some evidence collecting tools. The cell, and there was only one, was no bigger than my study at home. He pushed me into the cell, still cuffed. He watched me cry, though I'm sure he also got a good view of my nearly totally exposed tits, jiggling with each sob.

"Why had this happened to me?" "Where the fuck is Rick?" I wondered. Honestly, doing the things at the diner and the gas station and even with the motel manager were totally within my usual modus operandi. I might have even been getting off on them now, if this hadn't happened. The sheriff made some calls and ignored me for awhile but then he approached.

He tapped the bars, I stood up and approached. "Do I get a phone call?" I asked, sniffing softly.

"In time," he said. "Right now though I think you need to get cleaned up." He led me outside, to the back. "Strip," he ordered. He took the cuffs off of me. I looked around. I was in the middle of nowhere and totally at this guy's mercy, I had no choice. I shed what little I had on, the now tattered top and the short skirt. He made me stand there while he looked me over. Again, his cold expression never changed behind his shades. I tried to cover my tits with one hand and my pussy with the other. He nudged me towards a tree. He put my hands over my head and looped them and the cuffs over a branch. For the first time I saw him grin. I heard him walk away, then suddenly I heard the sound of water running. I was hit with an ice cold stream of water from a hose. I started screaming. He just laughed. 

"Scream all you want, sister, there's no one around that cares." He hosed me down. He took particular delight in spraying my face and tits. "Got to get all that cum off you before you have to face a judge."

My knees got weak at that thought, "Fuck," am I going to end up getting convicted of something I didn't do in this podunk town?"

The shower ended, thankfully. He toweled me off. I noticed he took his time, he spent a little extra "drying off" my pussy. I was still helpless.

He led me back to my cell. He only let me have the towel to cover myself up. He left me alone for a couple hours. He was in and out. Finally, he came in and approached me.

"Miss?" He said sternly. I rose, wearily. "You want that phone call now?" he asked. 

I nodded, though I had no idea who to call at the time, any attorney I knew was hundreds of miles from here. My parents were long dead and I did not want any of my work associates or home friends to know anything about this strange adventure I was on. I thought of Beth, maybe she could get me help. Then I thought of Rick fucking me and I reasoned that she might not be in the best frame of mind to help me. The cop studied me while I was lost in thought. 

"Is there like a local lawyer around here?" I wondered.

He laughed. "Sure, but he's 70 years old, doesn't hear too good and hasn't tried a case in a few years." No doubt he noticed my crushed expression.

"Ok, here's how I see it. You can just face the judge in two days. I can hold you here indefinitely since you have no I.D. You'll have a hearing, no doubt you'll be let go on your own recognizance, that is, if you can provide some proof of who you are. The prostitution charge, though, isn't going away. I have a credible witness in Joe, the hotel manager. I have the pictures and dna of what can reasonably be argued to be semen all over you and I have the fact that you carry no I.D whatsoever." I tried to protest and explain but he continued. "So you can face the judge unless you get an attorney in the mean time...or..."

I didn't know why I didn't recognize it before, he was going to blackmail me, sure as day. And, as so often has happened to me I was again powerless to stop it. I just wondered what the cost would be. Again, I wondered if I'd ever get out of this spinning sexual submission loop I was in.

"...or, we could work something out," he said, his voice stern, measured.

"Fuck it," I thought, at least he'd be the best looking one to use me so far. He was built. He had strong arms, covered in light red hair. His hair was in a buzz cut, his jaw was strong. 

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Look, let's not sugar coat it. You're a whore. A very very beautiful one though, but still a whore. You keep me company and I'll consider not reporting this."

"Keep you company?" I asked, playing dumb.

"I'm going to fuck you as hard, as often and in any way I want to until then, is that clearer?"

I lowered my head shamefully. "Yes."

"Do you agree to that? I'm not going to make you do it. This is something you and I, two consenting adults, have chosen, right?" 

"And..." he continued, "there's going to be some punishment, meted out by me, one way or the other for whoring in my town. Do you agree to that as well?" I nodded, what else could I do?

He slipped off his gun belt and placed it on his desk. "I'd feel safer like this," he said as he recuffed my hands behind me. He probably thought I'd run, or worse, grab his gun. He had no idea who I was, what I was. I did think about how I could escape all this, though, but not before I did what he asked. It's my nature. He made me drop my towel.

He forced me to my knees and for the third time in less than 24 hours I was on my knees sucking some guy who I hadn't met before. It was shameful and I knew it, it made my pussy leak even more. His cock was like he was, thick, strong, solid. He fondled my hair as my mouth engulfed him. I wasn't sure what he wanted, if he wanted it quickor if it was just a prelude. I held back, just in case. His urgency was growing, though. He pulled me up and bent me over his desk. His cock found my wet slit, he rubbed it quickly and forced his way in. I groaned. He took that as encouragement. He started with long, slow strokes.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he grunted, "man your pussy is tight for a pro," he panted.

My tits were being mashed up against his desk. He started spanking my ass between thrusts, it got my pussy flowing. The fucking got more furious.

"Oh fuck, whore, fuck," he gasped. "I'm going to cum in your whore pussy," he hissed. 

He made a few more animalistic sounds before he dumped his load inside me. He sighed. My body went limp on his desk. My pussy was buzzing, though I knew better than to hope for any release. He didn't even allow me the towel to clean up as he pushed me, nude, back into the cell. He took the cuffs off of me through the bars. He disappeared for a few hours or so, I'm not sure. I fell asleep on the hard cot. I awoke as he barged in the door. He had a funny look on his face. He told me to stand up. I shook out the cobwebs and complied. He motioned me towards him. I walked up to the bars. He had me put my hands through the bars. He cuffed them together in front of me, effectively locking me to the bars, naked, in a standing position. He had a satisfied look. He turned and went back to the door. He motioned for someone outside to come in. I watched in embarrassed horror as three other guys filed in. They looked like they had been drinking. They looked young, probably early twenties at best. One of them looked strikingly like the sheriff.

"Oh my god, I totally thought you were lying," said the one they called Brett. He was the one who resembled the cop, and sure enough it was his younger brother. The other two laughed and high fived each other.

"I told you I had a naked slut in my cell," said Roy, the sheriff, with pride.

"You fuck her yet?" asked Brett, with an excited tone.

"What do you think?" laughed Roy. The others giggled drunkenly.

"Fuck it man, she's hot, can we have her too?" said Colin, the least socially adept one.

I tried to shrink away from them as they hovered so close but I was locked to the bars. Roy reached in and twisted my nipple, which made me shriek, to the delight of the other men.

"I told you, I was in charge," said Roy to the young men. "She does what I say. But, I told you guys that she'd entertain you, you need to sit back and watch for awhile." The men agreed to that, the sound of "entertainment" no doubt striking a lustful chord in them (and if I'm being honest, me as well, somewhere down deep inside me). I was stuck in a fantasy with no obvious escape, yet still burdened by my own desires. Above all else though, I wanted to live and get back home safely. I had to do whatever it took.

"Come here, dear." Roy smiled menacingly. I neared the bars only to get rewarded by being yanked lewdly into the cold steel by my nipples. He leaned in close and whispered to me.

"Be good, or this could get bad for you. Remember, you agreed...right?"

I nodded yes, even though my head was screaming no. He smiled evilly. He cruelly twisted my nipples while I danced on my tiptoes to try and survive the pain. He invited Brett over. He took his turn twisting my nipples and pulled me into him and made me kiss him. His tongue dug deep into my mouth. He pulled away, laughing. The other two got their sweaty paws on my nipples too, they had me dancing. Roy came into the cell and pushed behind me, which forced me into the bars. It had the effect of pushing my tits to either side of the bars. He motioned for Red to hold me smashed up against the bars like that. I called him red because of his hair, he was the shy one, I don't remember him saying anything.

Roy stepped out of the cell and turned to the other two. "Watch this," he laughed. He began slapping my tits with his hands. I started to wail but Roy had Red clamp him hand over my mouth.

"There ain't no one to hear you, slut, but I just don't want to listen to it," Roy chuckled. He had my tits on fire. He stopped, but only to invite the other two guys to do the same. Tears were running down my cheeks, through Red's fingers. I could see in a mirror on the wall my poor tits were now an obscene fire red. They backed off and laughed at their handiwork. I was sobbing, but my pussy was unmistakably hot. I'd had this treatment before, it's humiliating to admit it gets me wet. My mind was spinning, I couldn't want this. I needed to escape. What if they never let me go? But honestly, if you offered me the keys to the cuffs and the car keys to the cop car, I can't say that in my state that I'd be able to do it.

The men wanted to take pictures but Roy wouldn't allow it. Instead, he took his own pictures of my reddened tits, and the men as they fondled my nakedness. He allowed Brett the most privilege and he took advantage, he finger fucked me while I squirmed and the rest of them laughed and Roy clicked away on the camera. The men were the most amused at how slick Brett's fingers were and they took particular delight when he made me lick my own juices from them. He spread some over my face as well while they all laughed at the slick slut. Things were starting to get serious though, I could tell it in the air. Lust was all around, I wondered if Roy could control it, or if he even wanted to.

Finally, he pushed everyone away. "How's my slut doing?" he asked without concern.

"Fine," I sniffed, playing the part of the unwilling victim.

"You don't fool me," he growled softly. He made me slide to my knees again. My hands caught on the cross bar so that my hands were stuck above my head. "This is what she's best at," Roy smiled to the others. 

He took out his cock. He was hard again. He presented it to me. I took him in my mouth. I heard gasps in the room. It's one thing to see it in a grainy video online, it's another to be a few feet away from it. I fellated him the best I could, through the bars, it did limit my access some. I was lost in my cocksucking, I didn't even notice Brett bringing Roy something and handing it to him until it was too late. I felt an electric zap on my tit. I yelled. Roy laughed. He had some handmade thing that looked like something similar to a cross between a taser and a violet wand. I took my mouth off his cock. He zapped me again.

"Keep sucking, whore," he laughed. I tried the best I could but he kept tormenting me with occasional shocks. Each time one hit my nipple I had to fight to keep from biting him, which I knew wouldn't end well. The men were laughing at me, sucking cock and dancing on my knees to the constant barrage of electrical jolts. I went to work in earnest, I figured I could get him to cum and it would be over. I thought I had him on the edge once but he used that fucking thing to shock my clit and I thought I saw stars. I cursed him but I went back to fucking his cock like a good slut. I now saw that Brett, Red and Colin had taken their cocks out and were stroking them. The room was more hushed now. The sounds of my mouth sloshing on Roy's dick filled the small space. I was ready to taste his cum, I really was, but maddeningly, he withdrew, leaving me gasping.

"Ok, boys, she's all yours," Roy said to my fearful surprise. They started to approach me, I thought I was about to be devoured.

"Here's how it's going to be," Roy panted, still trying to recover from my oral pleasure. 

He tucked his still hard and ready cock back into his pants. He took out his belt. I was still on my knees. He slammed the cell shut, no one could get in but him now. He looped the belt around the bars and around my neck. He pulled my head right up to the bars. My cheeks were pressing on either side of them. He cinched the belt up tight. I was trapped like that.

"Use her mouth all you want but no one goes in the cell, got it?" The men all nodded in quick assent. Roy turned around and walked out the door, leaving me to them.

Brett moved in first, "Fuck, I ain't waitin," he said. He shoved his cock into my mouth. I had limited movement because of the situation so I knew this wasn't about ability, only desire. I used my tongue the best I could but basically it was just a face fuck. He was moaning and grinding and Colin, the fucker, found the wand thing and used it, almost exclusively on my nipples. I could see Roy outside through the window, smoking a cigarette. He didn't even move as I shrieked. Brett filled my mouth up and they all laughed as I choked in my attempt to swallow it all. Most of it went in my face, on my hair, on my chin. Young men have that wonderful ability to cum a ton. Colin stepped up and thankfully he put the wand down. His cock was thick, but short, I easily took him in deeply, and he didn't hold out long to my tonguing. His cum also joined his friend's all over me. I could feel long ropes of it hanging from my chin obscenely. Before he pulled out of me I felt more cum hitting my on the side of my face. Red had been jerking off and he sprayed me down with almost the same intensity as the hosing I got outside. I was a fucking mess, my hair was matted with cum, it was in my eye, I didn't have my hands to wipe any away. 

The young men slipped outside without a word and why not, I was just a slut to them, a cum hole to fill, to cover, so they did. I heard them saying goodbye to Roy. He came in. He had a disgusted look on his face.

"Fuck, look at you," he said, shaking his head. "Still claim to not be a whore?" he said, not expecting an answer.

"I'm not a whore," I said softly.

"Then what are you, exactly?" he asked in seriousness.

"I'm not a whore. I don't charge men to have sex, I'm not a prostitute..."

"But you are...?" he wondered.

I wanted to tell him, "I'm a slut. I allow men to use me in any way they wish. I'm a slut for cock. I love sucking men off. I love them using my pussy and ass as they wish." But I couldn't give him the satisfaction, hell, I still didn't know if I'd ever get out of this.

He took me outside, I knew what for. He hosed me down again. The icy water couldn't contain the heat in my pussy. He brought me back inside. He pulled me onto his lap, I was still wet, shivering.

"You are a special breed, for sure," he said with a hint of admiration. "What are you thinking?" he asked.

"You didn't cum before," I said softly. "Do you want to?"

He grinned. "Of course."

I continued my submissive descent. "How do you want me?"

He had a lustful glare. "Do you ass fuck?"

I knew he could see me blush. I shook my head no. "Of course you do, you little whore. Well, you do now," he smiled. 

He picked me up and took me outside. He brought me back around to the tree. He cuffed my hands over my head again so I couldn't escape. He had a video camera, he positioned it to his liking. He stood in front of me and he dropped his pants, his cock was thick and firm, ready. He picked me up by my waist and had me wrap my legs around him. He slid his cock into me that way. My pussy was wet, inviting. His hands dug into the flesh of my ass and pulled me into him. His girth again made me gasp.

"Fuck you feel good, you whore," he said with lust. "I'm going to tear that ass up," he said with a growl. He quickly pulled out of me. He walked around behind me and slapped my ass sharply several times with his hands. 

"Tell me what you want," he urged. I didn't respond, I wasn't sure what he wanted. He assailed my ass again with slaps. "TELL me to fuck your whore ass."

"Sir, please..." I begged, I can't deny what I wanted, I was just playing that part that is so natural for me.

"Say it or I'll wear your ass out with my belt!"

"Please sir, fuck my ass. Please, fuck it good."

Suddenly I saw the wand thing back in his hand. He placed it against my pussy, I tried to back away but I couldn't. He shocked me. It sent electrical shock waves throughout my body, radiating out from my pussy.

"Convince me," he growled.

"Oh please, please sir, fuck my ass. Fuck it like you want to. Fill my ass with your big dick." I cried out. He zapped me again, I was writhing. My pussy was betraying my conscious thought though, the jolts were actually stoking the fire. Another zap. I squealed. 

He put the device right up against my ass opening. I cried out for him to stop.

"I'm not convinced yet," he barked. He inserted the end into my ass, I screamed, "No!"

I begged him over and over in as many ways as I could think of, to fuck my ass, to use me like he wanted. Finally, I must've been convincing.

Without ceremony he grabbed my hips again, dabbed his cock with my juices and poked his cockhead into my opening. I tried to bend at the waist to help him in but I could only go down so far before the branch was too taut. It didn't dissuade him a bit, his cock slid easily in, its fullness taking my breath away. I grunted.

"Yes, grunt like the whore you are," he urged, "grunt because you are just a little whore piggy for me to fuck." His lust getting the best of him. I started to protest but he kept up the verbal assault. "Just a piggy whore and now an ass fucked piggy whore," he said in a fever.




The Taking of Danger Girl Ch. 02



"Roy," I said pleadingly, "I'm not a whore..."

"Of course you are," he panted. "That's why I'm fucking your ass like this and why I'll keep fucking it whenever I want to."

"Until Monday, right, until you let me go..." I begged.

He had an evil laugh, "right, until Monday." His cock was now plunging into my deepest regions, I couldn't help but moan each time it filled me. He got silent, except for his sounds of pleasure. My tits were jiggling free and he swatted at them between thrusts. He broke off a thin branch off the tree above and from behind me he punished my tits with it, like a switch. He was striping me. I was alternating between moaning and screaming when he'd had too much. He slammed his hips into me deeply and held me there while he pumped his seemingly endless load into me. He pulled out and staggered backwards. He sat for a moment to collect himself. I was nearly collapsed, held up only by the cuffs and the branch above. This didn't suit him.

"Get up," he barked. Before I could right myself I felt the switch across my ass. "Get the fuck up you lazy slut." He blistered my behind several times.

"Roy..." I pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up," he said like a mad man. "To you, I'm Sir, or Master. Don't ever fucking say a word again unless I ask you to." He laced the stick across my ass, harder this time, it made me curse to the heavens.

"Yes, sir, yes sir!" I yelled over and over.

He regained some composure. "Listen whore, I pretty much own this town. People love me, they respect me, but mostly they leave me alone to do my own thing. They are more "spirit of the law" people than "letter of the law" types. Hell, I don't doubt that anyone of them would blame me for what I've done to you, they don't want some cheap ass whore in their town either. If you don't think I could have twenty of them lined up behind you, right here, right now, ready to take their crack at your whore ass if I wanted to, you are sadly mistaken." I was whimpering now. 

He turned abruptly and walked away. He left me out there, naked, cuffed and my ass dripping his cum while I wept. I wondered if he was calling those twenty people. For the first time, I thought seriously of escape. I looked at the branch above me, it wasn't all that thick. I started pulling on it. I kept looking back at the station. I bent it as far as it could go. 

"Fuck," I thought, I just might be able to get it.

He got back too soon. My tears were still dripping. He zapped me on my ass, it felt even more powerful. I screamed. He looked delighted. 

"Yes, it does have settings," he said proudly. "I made it myself out of an old taser." He zapped me again, this time directly on my nipple. I nearly lost my voice from the screaming. 

"Piggy slut," he smiled. I was gasping for air, I'd never felt anything so intense. "I think I might amend our deal," he said while I was nearly lost in a haze. "I have a place tucked away in the wilds," he said. "You think this place is remote, that place can't be found by a NASA satellite," he laughed. "Seems to me I have a willing little piggy slut who fell right into my lap. No one knows you are here, you have no one looking for you, there'd be no reason to ever find you here. There would be certainly no reason they'd find you out there," he said. I was in and out of my fog. "You'll be my town whore," he said thoughtfully. I know plenty of guys who would take payment from your whore ass instead of me paying them for things."

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. "I told you that you were a whore after all," he said mockingly. "Now I'll be the one who gets the benefits."

He grabbed me by my hair. He put the device against my clit. I begged him to stop. He turned it on. Instead of a powerful jolt, it was a series of small electrical stimulations. He had an evil smile. "Yes, it has a low setting too." He moved it around my clit. I could feel my blood rushing to my pussy. He varied the intensity, each time it went higher I moaned and he backed off. He was toying with me. He had one hand pulling my nipples and the other expertly bringing my pussy to a boil. He took delight in watching the effect he had on me.

"Yes, does my piggy slut like that? Yeah she does," he laughed. He was right. I couldn't hold it back. "Come for me, whore, come like the fucking slut you are," he said as the device drove my pussy over the edge. I came in a cataclysmic tumult. I remember screaming like a mad woman, surprised that it was even me making those noises. He just laughed. "God, you are something else," he said.

He zapped me a few times more on my tits but stopped after I had little reaction. I barely remember it. He carried me inside. I passed out. I awoke in the cell. I was naked, lying on the cold floor. He was gone. I looked around. I wondered if the cell was well built, if I could get through the walls somehow, it was no use, it was cold steel and brick. I started to cry again. I've been used before, I've loved it, but I always was able to enjoy it after, in the privacy of my own world. I didn't know if I'd get back there again.

Roy came back. He didn't say anything. He looked up. He raised my hands over my head. I thought, "Oh god, now what?" He looped his belt through the cuffs and snapped them on me. He put the belt around the wiring of the hanging light bulb. He pulled it tight. I was again helpless and naked. I saw him go back to his police car. He hauled someone out of the back. He pushed the man in. It was drunk old man. He led him into my cell. I could smell his alcoholic reek even when he was still outside. The old man's eyes got wide.

"Now Earl, you don't mind sharing your cell with this little lady, do ya?" Roy said snidely.

The old man just grunted and shook his head no.

"Good, I have to go on my rounds, you two play nice." He ignored my pleading eyes.

He left me there naked, arms bound over my head, with a leering drunk old man. The old man just sat down on the cot and eyed me suspiciously.

"What are you in for?" he slurred.

"Prostitution," I said softly, trying to avoid his ever present glare. "But I didn't do it," I pleaded.

"Oh, I know how the Sheriff hates prostitutes," he said knowingly, that won't go well for you. Come to think of it, looks like it already hasn't," he drunkenly giggled at his own joke. "Sorry," he said softly. "Me, I'm just a drunk."

"They lock you up for that here?" I asked with sincerity.

"Naw, they do me a favor, it gives me a place to sleep and a hot meal. I don't have anyone."

I cringed, I hated to think of the sheriff as being compassionate.

"I'd help you get down but I think he'd frown on that," the man said, rubbing his chin.

"Yes," I said. "I'm sure I'd pay for that dearly."

"I can see you've already upset him," he said, eyeing all the red slashes and welts on my ass. 

I kept turning to avoid his gaze but I couldn't decide if it was better he see my whipped ass or my tits and pussy. It didn't matter, he saw it all. I could see mercy in his soulful eyes. I had an idea. I told him everything, about how the sheriff wanted to take me to his place and keep me there as his slave. I talked even though I wasn't sure he'd remember any of this in the morning. I thought he might just be the one witness. He just nodded knowingly. 

"You know, there was a whore a time back that came in here, he took her away and we never saw her again."

I nearly fainted. He continued, "and she looked nothing like you, a man would sell his soul to have a woman like you at his beck and call. I can at least give you my jacket until we hear him coming." He said. And, as gentlemanly as possible he positioned his coat on me the best he could manage. "There," he said, pleased with his efforts, though he caught a very good and close up look at everything I had while he did it.

Suddenly the door swung open loudly. It was Brett. He saw me and Earl, he wasn't expecting that.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"Hey Brett, how's your dad?" Earl said haltingly.

"Fine," Brett sniffed, impatiently. "Hey old man, you want to make twenty dollars?"

The old man perked up. "How?"

"Walk down the road and get me some gum," he said.

Earl hesitated. "Won't Roy be mad?"

Brett was exasperated. "He'll be gone for two hours at least, you can be there and back in twenty."

Earl shrugged. I tried to make him look at me, to make him see me trying to give him the "Don't go!" look. In his state I'm not even sure he'd have understood it. Brett gave him a twenty and sent him on his way. 

"Fuck," I thought, I just hoped he wasn't as cruel as his brother, or maybe I did, I just didn't know any more.

"Fancy meeting you here," He smirked. He reached under the desk to where a key was taped secretly. "Roy doesn't even know about this one," he chuckled. 

He opened the cell, I was helpless. "Fuck, I haven't had a good whore to use in so long. He stood behind me and tossed the ratty coat to the floor. He cuffed my breasts and fondled them roughly. "Fuck, these are nice," he glowered. He pulled the nipples out rudely, causing me to wince and whimper.

"I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a face fuck, stupid little whore. My brother thinks he owns everything around here, well he doesn't," he spat. He spun me around. "Look at me, whore."

I tried to avoid his gaze but he was insistent. "Look at me while I fuck your whore pussy," he said. He let his pants fall to his ankles. He lifted one of my legs and held it up. His cock, much like his brother's, was thick. "Fuck, look at you, you are still fucking wet." He was right. He took me without mercy or pity. He banged me around and grunted like a wild boar. He stepped back from time to time just to assault my tits with his hands. He batted them around like a boxer with a speed bag. I think he liked seeing me squirm and cry. Then, he went back to fucking my pussy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted. "Stupid whore, Roy got rid of the last one too quick," he said under his breath. His hammering of my pussy was relentless. He was over the edge, he filled my pussy and quickly pulled out. His cum mixed with his brother's cum in a trail down my thighs. He looked around with some fear. He slammed the cell door shut. He hurried back to the desk and retaped the key where it was. Brett took off in haste. 

Earl came back minutes later. He saw me hanging there, his jacket on the floor and the slickness sliding down my legs. He shook his head. He muttered, "those boys just don't like whores coming around here."

"I'm not a whore," I sniffed softly through my tears. "I didn't want you to leave. I knew what he would do to me."

"I did too," he said, "and I'm sorry, I'd have probably just got my ass beat."

I nodded. "Brett said Roy would be back in less than two hours," I sighed. "Two hours and I'll probably disappear from the planet."

"You need to escape," said Earl, with surprising clarity, maybe the walk had cleared his mind some.

He saw my look of helplessness, hands bound above me.

"I'd let you out, if I could," he said, eyeing the locked cell.

"You could," I said hopefully. But, as wonderful as that sounded I also realized just as quickly what that would mean. "Oh, they'd probably hurt you," I said with defeat. I may be what I am, and perhaps I got what I deserved for it, but no way some poor old man deserves my fate.

"That they would," he said, nodding. "It'd be the last of ol' Earl, for sure."

I slumped my shoulders. "I really wish I could help," he said with comfort.

I said, "I know where the key is."

Earl got excited. "Where? Tell me where it is!"

I debated. "Earl, I do not want you getting killed over this, best I don't tell you."

"Fuck it," he said with total clarity. "What can they do to an old man that I haven't already done to myself?"

I told him where the key was. He opened the cell door.

He walked over and undid the belt. I slumped to the ground before I regained my senses. The cell was open I ran out. I stopped at the door. I turned, he had his tattered old jacket in his hand.

"You'll need this, it can get mighty cool out here at night." He threw it hastily over my shoulders. 

"I owe you," I said with tears in my eyes.

"I'd love to collect on that," he said wistfully, "but now, run!"

I took off down the road, my hands still cuffed in front of me. I made it to the main road, I kept an ever present watch over the road and dodged into the darkness when the stray car would pass. I was out walking and running for fifteen minutes at least. Though running was difficult, the road cut my bare feet with jagged stones. Suddenly, a car approached. It stopped before it reached me. It was the sheriff, I saw the searchlight. Then, I heard a hound barking. It was coming closer. I ran, into the thick woods. I tripped, I got up, I tripped again, branches were ripping at my flesh. The hound got closer. It was no use, I tripped, he was on me, barking furiously. The sheriff was right behind.

"What have we here?" He snarled. He yanked me up by my hair. He marched me back to the car, I was sobbing heavily, I couldn't even talk.

"Guess we'll have to add theft to the prostitution and unlawful escape charges, those cuffs are mine," he said angrily. 

Suddenly I thought of Earl, poor Earl. I thought of his fate, all because of me, and all for naught.

"So, you like walking eh?" he said coldly. "Good, because you are walking back." 

He cuffed my hands behind me and tossed the coat aside. He retrieved some manacles from the trunk of his car. He clasped them on my feet.

"Now, walk!" he barked. I began my naked walk, well, shuffle more like it, in front of the car, the lights blaring on me the whole time.

He yelled out the window, "Now everyone can see the naked whore who doesn't respect the law around here." 

The "march" took twice as long as the escape had. More than a dozen cars passed, all of them slowed down to take a look at the humiliated and defeated whore. It was over, I knew it was. My fate was sealed. I was beaten. We arrived at the station. I was sweating profusely. The sweat, mixed with blood from the cuts I received in my dash through the woods. I was a mess, but who cared, I'd probably not have long to remember it. I approached the station house, bathed in the light of the car. I saw Brett, Colin, and Red there and I nearly got sick. I thought I was going to be gang raped and taken somewhere and dumped. It was then I saw Rick behind them all, he was grinning.

"What the fuck?" I said. The sheriff got out and everyone laughed. I didn't know what was going on. I fell to my knees and sobbed. Rick came up to me. 

"Stephanie, sweet Stephanie, that was wicked awesome," he grinned. 

"What? What's going on?" I said with panic. The sheriff came up behind me, he uncuffed me. 

"Hey," he said to Rick, "I didn't cut her up like that, she did that to herself."

Rick laughed, "yeah, shit happens," and he high fived Roy. The other men approached. My mouth was agape. Rick looked at me with wonder.

"What? You really don't see?" he asked incredulously. I shook my head.

"It was the game, Stephanie, the game. It was all part of the game."

"But, how"? I said between gasps.

He laid it all out for me. "Beth told me all about your desires. I told her I thought I could help. She told me about your vacation so she told me to go for it. That was her idea, man, all hers, well, everything except how it was to be done, that was my doing," he smiled.

"So, she gave me some pills she said would knock you out so I kidnapped you like that. She gave me some basic ideas but the way you were to be used was up to me. The diner, the gas station, those were spur, or should I say, sperm of the moment things," he laughed at his own childish joke. Then, the motel manager, well that was just a stroke of luck, I was having trouble finding a plausible way to have you arrested but he did it for me. I think it really worked that you were humiliated by having to fuck him then have him turn around and turn you over to the cops, well that was just fucking perfect."

I nodded with a blush, that was humiliating for sure.

"So, the real plan was to get you here, that was Beth's idea totally, Roy Winters, meet Stephanie, aka, Danger Girl. 

"Roy Winters?" I asked. "Oh my god, you're Beth's brother!" I said.

"One and the same," he chuckled. He reached out to shake my hand. He covered me with a jacket.

"So, it was Beth's idea, she said for me to take you to her cop brother's in Iowa, it's a small town and that he could get away with murder there."

I nodded at the word "murder". Rick saw my look. "Yes, it was all acting and damn fine acting I'd surmise, seeing how much you believed it.

I nodded, "especially Brett," I said looking at the young man who was now grinning stupidly. "I thought that guy was crazy for sure and you'd fucked and dumped some whore somewhere already."

Brett shook his head. "Nope, but we don't get someone so fucking hot around here often, so the sex, well, that wasn't so much acting, my part was to fuck you as he said you liked, plant the idea that you were in danger, then give you the location of the key," he said with a blush.

Colin and Red smiled and nodded. I slumped to a seat on the hood of the squad car. The men peppered me with questions about my past, my desires, what I was thinking the whole time, it fascinated them. I was brutally honest, even reluctantly admitting to them that, before the murder part, I had been debating on whether or not I even wanted to escape. They just shook their heads in disbelief.

I said, "One thing I don't get, what happened with Earl?"

The men just looked at each other. Roy said, "Oh, he's still in the cell there. He wasn't a part of any of that. I just thought it'd be fun to humiliate you by putting him in there with you. I figured he'd get a kick out of it and you, with your, well, nature. I figured you would like it too. I didn't figure he'd try anything, did he?"

I shook my head, no. "He was a perfect gentleman."

"We did plant the story about a previous whore though, he's a blabbermouth, I knew he'd tell you, too. " 

Roy nodded. "He's a fine man, if it wasn't for the booze, he'd own this county. That's why I give him a bed."

I punched him in the shoulder. "I can't believe you'd turn out to be...nice," I said as if disgusted. He just laughed.

A thought hit me. Earl didn't know anything about this. That meant that he actually thought he was risking his life for me. Fuck, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. The men were breaking up and heading to their cars. I halted Roy. Rick looked puzzled. I told the two of them I had one more idea they might like. Roy nodded approvingly when I told him. He slipped the jacket off me and put the cuffs on me, as always, behind me. He marched me into the station, as I'd told him. 

"Fucking whore!" He yelled as we went through the doorway. Earl was in the cell. His eyes were wide.

"I've got to cool off before I shoot you right here," Roy said in his best acting tone. He shoved me into the cell, naked and bound. He stormed out, and slammed the door behind him.

Earl was there to grab me, in comfort. "Oh god, dear," he said with fear, "I'm so sorry, I should've gotten you out sooner," he cried.

"Listen," I said softly. "That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"But it didn't work," he whined helplessly.

"Does it matter?" I asked. "You are just an old drunk, and I'm just a whore that guys love to use. Don't worry about me, my ability to fuck and suck will keep me alive a long time."

"You actually are a whore?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Biggest whore ever," I said. "I actually wanted to get caught."

"Why?"

"Because like any good whore I had one more person I had to repay."

"Who?"





The Taking of Danger Girl Ch. 02



"You, silly. You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Well, yes, no, I mean, of course but..."

"Then do it. Fuck me like you'd fuck any whore. I'm cuffed, just bend me over the cot and fuck me hard, anywhere you want it."

"But I can't do that to you," he urged.

God, I couldn't believe he was fighting this so hard, I changed tactics. "Fuck me you stupid drunk. Or can't you get it up? I'm a whore, you think I care about you? You might as well fuck me, Roy and the boys will be back any time and take me away and you'll never get another shot."

He was wavering. I waved my ass. He was looking, and looking hard. "Come on, honey," I urged, "fuck this whore senseless." 

That did it. His pants were off. His cock wasn't hard, but it was growing. I motioned for him to sit on the cock. I took his cock in my mouth. I swirled my mouth over it lovingly. I really did want to repay him, no one has ever risked their life for me. Without my hands I suctioned him in, then let him out, in and out, it wasn't long before he was lifting his hips off the cot to meet my ministrations. I wanted him to enjoy me fully though. When he was rigid I laid my head on the cot, my ass invitingly open for him. He got the idea. I had my head cocked to the side. I smiled when I saw Roy and Rick's faces in the window, eating up the view. 

Earl positioned himself at my opening. He sighed as it went in. I bucked back into him softly. "Oh god," he said softly.

"Fuck it," I urged. "Fuck your whore."

He did. He fucked me, naked and cuffed as I was, in the cell of this dusty little town he no doubt grew up in while the rest watched. I gave him the ride of his life, I used my pussy muscles to bring him closer, then let him back, only to bring him in again.

"Fuck, fuck, that's so good," he hissed.

"Good, I want to be a good little whore for you." 

That did it, he pushed into me with a spasm and held on for dear life as he emptied into me. I saw the men outside slapping hands and shaking their heads with glee. Earl slumped back. I knelt over him and cleaned his cock off lovingly.

I told him, "you know I was only trying to get you to fuck me, I didn't mean anything mean by it."

"I know," he panted in exhaustion. "Thank you so much for that," he said with a tear in his eye.

"You risked your life for me, it was the least I could do." He fell asleep minutes after, while I was still licking his soft cock and balls. I stood up with a smile. I hoped he'd remember all this tomorrow. I walked outside. the men congratulated me. Roy uncuffed me. Rick told me he was staying in a motel down the road, we headed for the car.

"Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm sure going to miss you," Roy said rubbing his chin. "Any time you want to come back and visit, you make sure you look me up again, whore."

I looked at him with a wink. "I'm not a whore but I am a slut. The biggest one you'll ever meet. "

I walked to the car with Rick. He asked me what I wanted. I said, "I want a hot shower, I want some food. "Oh, and I have to call that bitch, Beth," I said, holding back a laugh. He chuckled. "Then, I want a warm bed to get a good night's sleep in." He nodded. 

"That it?" he said. 

"No, then starting tomorrow, I want you and Roy here to use me like the piggy slut I am for the rest of my vacation week and for god sake's, this time be a little creative and don't be so fucking gentle. And Roy, don't forget the wand thing."

I saw their mouths drop. Ok, perhaps I shouldn't have said that. They used me in every way imaginable for the next few days, Brett and the other guys got their fill of me as well. When Rick dropped me off at home I was nearly unrecognizable, they refused to let me clean their cum off me. I was varied shades of pink, red and purple from them abusing me. I slept for an entire day.

Beth had called me, I called her back. I told her everything, she made me thank her for the use. She had a different tone, a more dominant one, I wondered if she would use that again in the future. 

"You know that Roy has pictures of you, videos of pretty much everything. He said he'll make some nice money on the internet."

I told her, yes. I knew.

"He told me he still has all the evidence he needs to convict you of a number of crimes."

"He did, did he?" I said with a soft smile.

"He told me he expects you back, same time next year."

I liked the sound of that. Who am I kidding, I loved the sound of it. I got myself off thinking about it.

{The end}