After The Concert Julia was having a hard time driving though the dark rainy night. Out on the dark road there were no street lights and the curves and turns were difficult to see through the rain that was pounding on the windshield. It was late in the evening and no other cars were on the road. Carey, sitting in the passenger seat, fiddled with the radio and talked incessantly about the concert the two girls had just attended, what she was wearing next week, what boys were hot and which were not; keeping up a constant chatter that Julia was only half listening to. It was getting late and Julia would be happy when the night was over and she could climb into her bed, hopefully being able to sleep in late the next morning. Julia and Carey had been friends all through high school and now were probably spending their last summer together. Julia was going off to college in the fall and Carey was going to stay in town and work for a year. They has shared almost everything the last four years, had taken vacations together, shared stories about their boy friends and early sexual experiences, and stayed over at each other's house. Julia was not looking forward to the separation but knew it was part of life and that they had to move on. Julia, a small attractive brunette with black hair, pure white skin, and blue eyes, was the quiet introspective girl of the two. Carey was much more outgoing, a voluptuous blonde who attracted the boys with her out going flirtatious personality and hot body. They made a good pair of friends. Carey finally tuned in a radio station that she seemed satisfied with and sat back to listen to the music. As Julia began to relax, the car's orange dashboard lights suddenly went black and everything went silent. The car seemed to be coasting and it took Julia several seconds to figure out that the engine had gone dead. She pushed on the gas pedal and nothing happened. "What the shit is going on?" Carey asked as she sat up quickly. Julia pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the key trying to restart the engine. The motor turned over but would not catch. "I hate this damned car, I can't believe I have to drive this piece of shit", she muttered. As Carey looked on, Julia kept trying to start up the car. After several minutes, the motor refused to even turn over and only could make a slow clicking noise. Carey and Julia looked at each other with worried faces as they were now stuck somewhere out in the woods without cell phones and without any transportation. "What do you want to do?" asked Julia, "I just want to go home and pass out, I cant believe this". Carey said that they would just have to find a telephone or something. There were no cars to flag down and they weren't even sure where they were. They decided to try and find a house in the area or maybe could wave down a car with a cell phone if they got lucky. If they could get to a phone, they could call parents, a cab, a tow truck; something to get them out of this mess and get them home. Julia locked the car and they started walking. The rain had slowed to a drizzle and everything was wet and dripping. The night had turned humid and sticky. No cars passed by and the girls walked single file down the rain soaked road, looking for lights, cars, or driveways. The area appeared to be mostly woods, if any houses were present they were darkened and well off the road. After walking almost a mile, they spotted what looked to be a light sitting back through several trees and branches off the highway. Julia and Carey, by now soaked through from the rain, walked up a long winding drive and saw a large stone house with a light over the doorway. Julia was really scared due to the late hour and the possibility of running into guard dogs running loose on the property. Carey sensed Julia's unease and grabbed her hand. "Come on", she said, "this is our only chance. Let's bite the bullet and get it over with. We just need to make a call and get out." Carey and Julia walked up to the door and rang the bell. The girls heard the ringing bell which broke the stillness of the night. After several seconds the door was partially opened and a man peered out behind the door. Carey quickly explained that their car had broken down and that they needed to use the phone to call their parents to get a ride. The man opened the door up wide as Carey explained the situation. He didn't seem dressed for bed and had apparently still been up when the girls rang the door bell. He had dark features and hair and looked to be about 40, and had an open friendly face and a non-threatening manner. After listening to Carey's story, he appeared to be at ease and stood back from the door, telling the girls to come in. "That's really awful, and on a night like this. Sure, you can use the phone, come on in." The girls entered a large room lit by only the glare of a television. The man appeared to have been alone when the girls rang. He turned on a lamp and told the girls to sit down and dry off for a minute. The three exchanged some banter, the man, who said his name was Watson, had been up watching televison. Julia and Carey told him about the concert and the car giving out and their walk up to his house. Watson was sympathetic and helpful and appeared to be a safe individual who could hopefully be trusted. After several minutes of talk, Watson said he would get Julia and Carey something warm to drink and said that the phone was upstairs. He asked if Julia needed a phone book to call a tow truck or cab. Julia decided she would just call her parents and followed Watson up the stairs to the room where the phone was located. Watson opened a door in what appeared to be a bed room and clicked on the light. The room contained a bed and some assorted furniture. The phone was next to the bed on a table. Watson pointed to the phone and told Julia to go ahead. He then left the room and closed the door so that Julia could have some privacy. Julia, still worried about the predicament she and Carey were in, sighed and sat on the bed and picked up the phone to call her parents. She put the receiver up to ear but could not hear a dial tone. "Shit!" She clicked the phone off and on several times but could still not get a connection. She wondered if the phone was dead from the storm and got up to open the door. The door handle would not turn and it appeared to be stuck or locked. "Damn it!" She shook her head and , after trying pulling on the door several times, cried out for Watson to come up and open the door from the other side. "Hello? Can you hear me? I think the door's stuck! Watson....Carey....Im stuck!" She heard nothing in return and began to panic. Suddenly, a door opposite the bed crashed open. Julia jumped as two figures ran through the doorway. Both appeared to be men wearing masks and dark clothing. Julia screamed as the men rushed her and grabbed her by her elbows. It was happening so fast she could not even think. The men said nothing as one of them grabbed her from behind and pinned her arms behind her. The other man grabbed Julia's t-shirt by the neck and tore it open. The wet flimsy material ripped from top to bottom and fell open, exposing the bra underneath. The man behind her pulled the t-shirt all the way off her trembling body and then threw her on the bed. He held her shoulders down and the second man pulled off her sandals and threw them to the floor. He then reached up and opened her belt and ripped open her jeans, tearing the zipper open. Pulling on the hem of her pants, he quickly pulled her jeans down off of her body and threw them on the floor, leaving her only in a thin bra and an old pair of off white panties that she wore. The panties were so old that the shadow of her black pubic hair showed though. They then pulled her up, one man on each side, and hustled her through the open door. She still was in shock over the quick turn of events and did not struggle, she was confused and only kept asking "What are you doing, what's happening?" The two half pushed, half carried her to the top of a steps that led down into a basement. She stumbled down the steps as they led her by her arms. They quickly went through a dark damp stone hallway and came out into a windowless dark room that was lit in one corner by an overhead spotlight. Two ropes dangled down from the beams of the ceiling as the two men dragged Julia over to the light. Each man held up one of Julia's arms and placed her thin wrists into the cuffs at the end of the rope. They tightened the cuffs and one off the men went over to a pulley device nearby on the floor and began to twist the handle. Julia was stretched up off the floor by her arms until she was standing on her tip toes on the cold concrete. Her long dark hair dangled down her back as her head rolled back. The two masked men left as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind a sudden eerie quiet. Although the room was cold, she was covered in a sheen of sweat that began to soak through her underwear. Julia moaned softly in the stillness. Julia felt as thought she had been stretched out for hours and her shoulders and calves ached from her straining. She felt as if she was passing in and out of consciousness in the quiet cold room. Suddenly, she was awake and aware that someone had entered the room. Snapping her head up, she saw Watson walking into the room. He no longer appeared friendly and safe and was naked and already looked half erect. "Looks like you didn't make that phone call after all," he said. He walked into the light and looked Julia up and down. "Guess we won't needs these", running his hands over her bra and panties. He walked over to a nearby table and picked up a knife. He then walked behind Julia and she felt the knife slip under her bra strap. With one slicing motion the strap was cut and the bra fell to the floor. He then slid has hands over her soft white breasts. Her large brown nipples were crinkled and hard from the cold. He squeezed her breasts and then squeezed her nipples, hardening them all the more. He then came around in front of her and bent down and sucked on each nipple, leaving them each slick with saliva. He ran his hand down her flat belly and then reached inside her panties, rubbing her lips without trying to penetrate her. Julia moaned and struggled. "Don't, please don't. I want to go, please, I won't tell." Watson said nothing and went back over to the table. He picked up a bottle with something milky looking inside and rubbed it on his fingers. He then came back and grabbed the side of Julia's panties. With a jerking motion he tore them away, leaving Julia now totally naked hanging by her arms. She moaned again and quivered, her body shaking from cold and fear. Cupping one hand on Julia's white bottom, Watson reached down with his other hand and rubbed an oily liquid over her cunt, searching for her slit with his middle finger. He soon found the opening and Julia felt his slick finger enter her and begin to stroke her. He continued to rub the outside of her pussy and soon she felt loose and wet. She kept her eyes closed the entire time out of shame and fear and only murmured and moaned. Watson again bit and sucked at her hard nipples and then put both hands under her bottom. He squeezed her cheeks and then pushed apart her legs with his. "No, oh no" she said as Watson grabbed his cock and pulled Julia close to him with his other hand. He then slid the tip of his cock into her wet slit and began to push. Julia's breath caught as Watson again grabbed her cheeks and pushed into her. Julia's arms ached and her calves shook with exertion as she tried to hold herself up while Watson drove deeper into her. He began to grunt and push harder and harder. He pushed on final time, strained up against Julia, and gripped her so tight she though she may pass out. After Watson appeared to get his breath back, he pulled his soft glistening cock out of Julia's pussy and backed away. "Oh, fuck, that was something", he muttered. Julia felt a warm liquid running down the inside of her thighs. She again closed her eyes and allowed her head to roll back, hoping it was all over. Carey began to wake up slowly. The last thing she remembered was waiting for Julia to make a phone call while she drank some kind of tea that Watson had made for her. She had no idea where she was and could not really move or look around too much. She was cold, stiff, and her body ached. Two men stood in the room waiting for her to wake up. They wore masks and black clothing. They stared down on Carey, who was stripped naked except for the yellow panties that she had worn to the concert. She was stretched face up over a barrel like object. Her feet were tied to hooks cemented into the floor and her legs were splayed apart, and her arms were stretched out and tied to the floor on the other end. Her large breasts, half covered by her round pink nipples tilted back towards her quivering mouth. The men said nothing as they approached Carey. She still felt drugged and was frozen with fear. One man came up between Carey's tied arms. He undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. Squatting down, he pulled her head further back and put his hand under her chin. With the other hand, he guided his stiffened cock towards her mouth. She struggled and shook her head away. More forcefully, the man pushed his cock into her face as he pushed against the sides of her jaws. She finally groaned and opened her mouth and let him in. He began to push back and forth and told her to "suck". As one man filled up Carey's mouth, the other man stripped off his pants and reached out for her yellow panties. He ripped them off off in one tug, exposing Carey's shaved cunt. Her upturned slit glistened in the overhead light. The man began to work his fingers into Carey's pussy. Carey was moaning and choking on the cock in her mouth, trying to suck. The second man then bent down and pushed his organ into Carey's wet hole. He began to slide it in and out while the other masked man did the same to her mouth. Carey kept her eyes closed tight and felt as if her entire body was being assaulted. The dick in between her lips was moving faster and deeper and suddenly she felt an eruption of sticky liquid fill her mouth. It pulsed out several times and the cum seeped down her throat and out of her mouth, dripping down onto her nose and cheeks. The second man then pulled his still throbbing cock out of her cunt. He backed away and, much to her relief, undid the ropes that bound her feet to floor. He then grabbed her ankles and pushed her feet back up against her body. Her thighs now rested up against her sloping breasts and she could feel the cold air against her spreading cheeks. The first man, still spent and limp, held onto her upraised ankles as the second man rubbed and fingered her anus. "No,", Carey cried, "Not there...please". The man guided his still erect cock into the opening of her anus and began to push. He was soon deeply thrusting while Carey's whole body rocked from the effort, her large tits jiggling with each heave. He finally lunged with one more deep push and Carey felt herself filling up with his cum. The man then pulled out of her anus and the first man let go of her ankles, allowing them to flop down onto the floor. Carey lay on the barrel, eyes closed, naked and slick with body fluids. She felt light headed and was beginning to pass out. The two men gathered up their clothing and quietly left the room. Julia awoke to bright sunlight. She was laying in the bare livingroom of a house she did not recognize. She was dressed but her clothes were torn, disheveled and dirty. Next to her lay Carey, still asleep. Julia stood up and looked about the house. Every room was abandoned and empty. Still feeling slightly drugged and confused, she woke Carey up and both headed out into the bright sunlight to search for their car.
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