A literotic sexstories: The Boys Get Lucky by hooksforhands ,
A pair of killers abduct two girls and take them into the woods. Will there be a happy ending? It depends on who you’re rooting for.
Scott and Bruce had been in the van for the better part of two months, always on the road, on the hunt. They were finicky, though, and cautious, and most nights they slept unsatisfied. They tried bars all across the country, trendy upscale bars and whitetrash bars alike, dance clubs, they even tried high schools.
But the situation was never right. Either there were no attractive girls (no two attractive girls, for they didn’t like the idea of sharing), or no opportunity to isolate them. Eventually, however, their patience paid off in the most unexpected way. Driving on a back road in the rural Southwest, looking for a good place to have lunch, they passed a broken down pickup on the other side of the road.
Bruce considered driving past, but thought better of it. “You never know,” he said, pulling onto the shoulder.
Scott shrugged, “Worth a look, I guess.”
Bruce opened his door and stepped out, looking back at the stalled truck. “I’ll check it out and signal you if there’s anything of interest.” As he crossed the road and approached the truck from behind he could see two figures behind the rear windshield looking back at him, although neither of them stepped out and he couldn’t make out their faces. He noted with hope that there was a pink bumper-sticker reading “princess” on the glass.
As he approached the driver side door the driver rolled down the window. A feminine voice from within said something about “car trouble.” He looked in and his heart skipped a beat. The driver was a beautiful young brunette in her early to mid twenties, her passenger a lovely blonde girl who probably couldn’t legally drink yet. They were both dressed in the fashionably casual southwest look, short skirts and sleeveless tops. Bruce resisted the urge to call Scott right away. He would have to play it smart.
“Car trouble you say?” he asked. “Any idea what’s wrong with it?”
The brunette said that it had started to decelerate until she had to pull over and now it wouldn’t start.
“Have you called a for a tow?”
This time the blonde answered, saying that they couldn’t get a cell signal.
“Huh,” Bruce said, trying to suppress the rising excitement in his voice. He had to make a decision. On the one hand, he hadn’t seen another vehicle, other than the stalled truck, in over half an hour. On the other hand, it would only take one passing motorist to turn things into a disaster. He looked as far as he could see in both directions, then, after another moment of consideration, he spoke up.
“My friend is a mechanic,” he said, waving Scott over, “you want him to take a look at it?”
The girls looked at each other and then thanked him. They were already beginning to get uneasy though, especially the brunette. She smiled tightly, nervously. Spooked by the scent of predators on the wind. Bruce smiled tightly back.
Momentarily, Scott arrived with his toolbox. “You girls wanna flip the hood?” he asked casually.
Standing behind the hood, shielded from view, Scott opened his toolbox. Inside were two ball gags, two pair of handcuffs and two tasers. The rest of their gear was in the van. Bruce joined him.
“Do you think you can fix it?” Bruce asked bemusedly.
Handing him one of the tasers, Scott replied, “I think so.” Then they looked at each other for a second, psyching themselves up, and finally Bruce went back to the driver’s side window and the brunette.
“Go ahead and crank it,” he said.
When she did, he tasered her on the arm, sending her into spasms. Reaching in, he unlocked the door and opened it. Now the blonde screamed and opened her door. Scott had her tasered as soon as she was outside. The boys worked quickly now, knowing that every passing minute they spent here from this point on was a risk. They quickly gagged the girls, then cuffed their hands behind their backs, all while they were still stunned from the tasers. Then they got the girls to their feet and pushed them toward the van.
The blonde was panicking and had to be tasered again and then carried. The brunette wept but was compliant. Once inside the van Scott hogtied the girls while Bruce got them back on the road. Satisfied with his knot work, Scott allowed himself to admire the girls for the first time. They were a fine catch, all legs and lips and breasts and eyes. Absently, he rubbed the blonde’s thigh and asked Bruce, “Where are we taking them?”
“I was thinking the place in Kiniston,” was the reply.
“Kiniston?” Scott repeated. The blonde drew away from his touch with a whimper and he tasered her between the legs. “Isn’t that old dump in Orcutt closer?” he asked.
“Kiniston is more isolated and not much farther,” Bruce replied as Scott moved into the front of the van and took the passenger seat. The barely audible sound of crying could be heard from the rear.
“Nice call on stopping, by the way,” said Scott. They smiled and touched fists together.
The location at Kiniston was indeed ideal for what they had in mind. It was one of dozens of wooded areas spread out across the southwest that they had agreed upon for its remoteness. As they grew close, they pulled off the gravel road they had been taking for the last fifteen minutes and parked the van behind a large boulder.
“Time for a hike, girls,” Scott said, untying their legs while Bruce opened the back of the van.
“Don’t try to run,” he warned, while loading his Walther. “You won’t get far and you will be punished. Are you ready, Bruce?”
Bruce lowered a ramp from the van, then emerged pushing a wheelbarrow filled with two shovels, a 50lb bag of lye, and some other supplies. “Let’s go,” he smiled.
The walk took the better part of 45 minutes, but it was well worth it. By the time they stopped they were so far into the woods that they could un-gag the girls if they wished to, no one would hear them if they screamed. The men were a little winded so they rested for a few minutes before beginning. The girls sat and waited nervously.
Finally the men were ready. They had the girls stand up. Bruce took a garbage bag from the wheelbarrow while Scott covered the girls with the Walther. Bruce then walked behind the girls (making them understandably nervous) and unlocked their cuffs. He then handed the bag to the brunette and walked back to Scott. “Strip, ladies,” he ordered. “And put everything in the bag.”
They hesitated. The blonde started to sob loudly.
“He won’t ask again,” warned Scott.
Reluctantly they began to undress, the blonde weeping, the brunette shaking uncontrollably. First, the brunette removed her sandals and dropped them into the bag. The blond followed suit, slipping out of her heel-less keds and putting them carefully in the bag. The men leered in anticipation as the girls began to remove their blouses. The blonde had big, full breasts, while the brunette’s were smaller but perfectly shaped. They both had smooth young stomachs. The men were enthralled as the brunette pushed her skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it, while simultaneously the blonde wriggled, still crying, out of her cut-off Abercrombies. As the brunette pulled her panties down Bruce began to rub himself through his jeans.
“Jewelry too,” he said. They both removed their earrings and the Brunette removed her necklace, adding them to the growing collection in the bag.
“Good. Now you,” he said to the blonde, “put these on.” He threw her a pair of cuffs, which she dropped, then picked up.
“Behind your back,” he instructed. “You do the same,” he said, tossing the other pair to the brunette. The girls began to secure themselves. It was awkward and took a few minutes.
“Couldn’t we cuff them ourselves?” asked Scott.
“They might struggle,” Bruce replied. “Fingernail scratches on our arms and faces could help a DA.”
“Yeah, but nobody’s ever going to find the bodies.” At this the brunette fell to her knees, weeping and shaking her head, her eyes pleading out to her captors.
“It can’t hurt to take precautions,” said Bruce. “Shall we begin?”
Bruce went for the blonde, who made a feeble attempt to run but was easily caught. He looked her in the eyes. “You’re going to die with my cock buried in your cunt. I know you don’t want that to happen, but it’s going to.” He hit her, knocking her to the ground, then grabbed her by the hair and began to drag her away to a more private kill spot.
Scott watched them until they were out of sight, then turned his attention to the brunette, who was huddled against a tree. She didn’t move, perhaps frozen with fear, as he approached. He stood for a moment looking down at her, pondering how best to enjoy her. Finally he smiled and began to remove his belt.
———–
The blonde was in hysterics as Bruce dragged her roughly across the forest floor. He enjoyed the thought of those smooth young legs and ass being scratched by countless twigs and rocks, and he enjoyed the girl’s terror. Finally he stopped, dropping her head with a thud. The girl tried to roll away, but Bruce brought his foot down hard into her stomach, taking the wind out of her. He continued to press his foot against her heaving abdomen as he hastily pulled his pants down, freeing a considerable erection. He then sat on the girl’s chest and eagerly nestled his penis between her plump breasts.
“You’ve got about twenty minutes of life left, sweetie,” he said. “So let’s make it interesting.” He cupped her young breasts, pushing them together to give himself more friction. Gently at first, then with real violence, he mashed them together in a circular motion, digging his fingers deep into the soft tissue. He used his fingernails to scrape away thin layers of skin, leaving red welts on the otherwise smooth white mounds.
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