“See you later sis,” she said quietly and solemnly, and then got back in her seat.
As the car sped off and the desolate silence of the plains flowed back a faint noise of exhausted scratching could be heard from sister’s battered abandoned box.
Back in the car Cassandra had turned her body to face backwards skirt riding up knees flashing as she conversed with their new found friend. Diora’s eyes flicked to the mirror then back to the road, as she felt a little jealous of her friends. Keeley after her original shock now sat curling her hair with her finger nodding and acting with interest as the young man spoke.
The man was typical east European stock. Broad and dark he was over 6 foot with shaven black hair and heavy stubble. Now with his t-shirt back on his pectoral muscles strained on the fabric his arms looking like he was used to heavy backbreaking work. He nodded in polite gesture seeming a little embarrassed to be in such close proximity to three young angels.
“You are British? He asked. Keeley nodded. “Yes, but not my friends.”
“Americans,” Cassandra replied.
He smiled, “yes of course very pretty girls in America.” And Cassandra gave an appreciative nod. “Why thank you sir. You Europeans are so polite.” He turned back to Keeley the young brunette’s eyes like dark pools.” My sister would have liked you.” He said in a husky deep voice, “I would have like to have seen you with my sister.”
Keeley corrected. “I would have like you to have seen my sister.”
He did not respond just smiled in admiration of her dark massacred face.
Cassandra turned and straightened her skirt seeing the look on Diora’s face and her smirk. As he laughed with Keeley she said in a hushed tone and a slight ignominy, “Well we seem to have taken his mind off things anyway.”
“Are you a farmer?” Diora asked looking in her mirror. “He gave a non committal shrug keeping his eyes on Keeley and the red head gritted her teeth in annoyance. He then looked down for something.
“My tools,” he said in worry. Keeley bent down picking the bag up from between her feet. “Here it is.”
He seemed relieved. “Thank you I cannot work without my tools.” Then added, “I am not a farmer miss,” looking at Diora’s eyes in the mirror. “My apologies for been rude but you see the irony is painful. I am the local undertaker.”
The girls nodded and looked sadly at their brave passenger all thinking the same in unison. “The poor man having to bury his own sister, how awful.”
He placed his bag on his knee and Keeley watched fascinated by this big strong man. He opened the zip and took out a long hoped piece of wire. “What’s that?” She asked his hand producing a second piece. He held up both hoops.
Diora’s head turned just in time to see the metal loop go over Cassandra. As it came down over her head to her chest he pulled the wire cord the hoop closing pulling her neck back flat hard against the headrest stand.
“Jesus!”
The blondes hand instantly reached up to struggle her head rigid in place her body in motion but unable to remove the bind. Diora slammed on the brakes struggling with the wheel then felt her own neck bitten by steel the firm cord tightening pulling her body back against car head rest.
The car spun to a halt both women desperately gripping their necks. In the back Keeley was scratching at the door handle as the man had ignored her vain attempt at stopping him and dealt with the front two passengers first. But now his body pressed against hers his hands gripping her wrist pulling them behind her back another wire hoop locking her wrists together before his strong hand pulled her upright.
All three girls were struggling the two in the front like dancing puppets legs kicking arms flaying to no effect. Keeley was panting still hopelessly trying to kick the door to escape. He pushed his arm into the busty girl’s midriff and pinned her to the seat all the while silent and controlled. Desperate finger grappled with the wire neck binds but they couldn’t untie themselves from bondage.
After five minutes of cat a hollering all the girls began to tire and slowly come down to some level of control. As they whimpered and cussed he remained silent until finally all voices had stopped.
“Good,” he then said slightly releasing his pressure on Keeley seated body.
“Now behave yourselves and we will get on very well.”
He removed his arm fully and Keeley remained in her seat legs tight together arms behind her back. Her chest was rising and falling as she panted.
Diora began to speak and the man interrupted. “I said be quiet. Now, American Blondie put your arms behind your seat.” Cassandra shook her head the cord making this action difficult. “Get this fucking off me!”
He reached around pulling one wrist. “Do it!” he snapped and she realised she had no choice. His rear bound babe watched with a slight whimper as Cassandra’s wrists were bound in wire hoop locking her fully to the car seat.
He then tapped Diora on the shoulder. “Put your hands on the wheel.” She did as she was asked. His pushed forward and began to wire both wrists on the wheel until she was locked in place.
“Please,” Cassandra moaned tugging at her binds a little, “we just mmfff!”
Then once again going into his bag the man pulled a tape over her mouth then as Diora gave out a desperate plea he pressed duct tape on her beautiful lips. Keeley was the only one with a degree of freedom. Both her friend where wired to the car and silenced with tape
He reached forward and turned the ignition. “Begin driving,” he commanded. Diora wasn’t sure what to do. “Please do as I say.” He said quietly and patiently. In a few moments the vehicle began to move off again.
“You have lots of expensive things with you,” he said looking at Keeley. She shook her head.” No, only a rucksack each we are backpacking.” The man shook his head I do not believe you.”
Keeley tried to explain again. “We have nothing just a few thousand dollars. Just take the money and let us go.” The man tapped his hand on the car ceiling. “This is a fine vehicle I will take this as well.”
“Whatever just let us out,” she begged.
There was a turning ahead to the right, an arrow straight track stretching off miles into the distance.
“Turn here,” he ordered and Diora mumbled a refusal under her tape. “Do it!” he snapped. She slowed and turned looking horrified at Cassandra as the blonde beauty look back with equal anxiety.
“We drive until the railway crossing,” he said.” Then I will take your car and you can wait for a train. There is one every other day.”
Diora shook her head again and slowed the car. He pulled himself forward gripping her under the chin. “No one is here, no one. So few people come this way I have to eek out a living covering villages nearly hundred miles away. So please don’t be foolish miss.”
He spoke louder, “do you all understand?” Then remained silent as slowly all three nodded. He leaned back his hand going to rub his groin as he spoke. “The journey will take a little while. There will be plenty of time for us to become friends.” The two women in front moaned inside their taped mouths trying to speak. Keeley looked cow eyed at the impassive man. “What do you mean?”
He gave her a slight smile as if explaining to a child.” In my country there’s the hunter and the prey. You shouldn’t worry yourselves so much. It is the way of the world. I only expect that you accept the situation and act in the manner befitting you.”
“What manner? What situation?” She stammered.
“I have captured the prize. You must allow me the spoils.”
His hands came up to the top of Keeley bodice blouse and his fingers started to unbutton her straps.
“You all have excellent breast. I wish to see them fully.”
Keeley wriggled as her bodice popped hook after hook the car still motoring along her friends looking over their shoulders in mouth-taped horror.
” No stop it, you can’t do that.” The sexy Brit yelped her hands unable to stop him her thighs pushing her body up away hard against the door. He gave a grunt of satisfaction as the bodice parted and then gripped the edges ripping it open Keeley gasping as her breast ejected like two activated airbags.
“Aw no please, I, I…” She stammered as her perfect hard tits hung their proud and now slowly beading with sweat. Her nipples and areolas were Barbie pink the nuts looking like two teats from baby’s bottles. His hands raise up to cup the pale white flesh Keeley exhaling a long gasp feeling his thumbs gyrating on her nipples like he was manipulation a gaming controller.
His hands grew firmer squeezing her flesh making her back arch her oval pouted lips release another sensation filled gasp. They then trailed down her tight waist to the top of her skirt the finger tugging at the rim. Keeley shook her head. He put a finger to her lips and nodded, “I want to see all of you,” before returning to his mission.
Diora’s and her two friends felt like this journey would never end. Only twenty minutes in and the cabin resembled something from a playboy party limousine. Tied in place they had no way of stopping his games. All three girls now sat with their magnificent breasts exposed. Cassandra’s shirt had been carefully unbuttoned and her cupped brassiere squeezed and slowly unclipped until her bronzed firm tits bobbed as she panted and jutted on the uneven road. He carefully felt the weight caressing like fruits but was satisfied Diora’s were that little bit bigger. The furious red head had continued to steer as he hooked her t-shirt over her head and jiggled her free bra-less bosoms squeezing them together telling her that all Americans had big tits, he’d seen in on TV. Diora had moaned in her taped lips, teeth gritting as he teased her big fat nipples slowly feeling her flesh harden.
His stiff cock waved out of his pants as every so often his tits groping hands returned to give himself a few encouraging strokes.
In the back he’d done more to Keeley the stunning girl with the straight shoulder length brunette hair was now only in her thong. The man had been true to his intention of carefully admiring her body in detail. He now had his back to the front pair concentrating on Keeley but they could do nothing. If they swerved or slammed on the brakes both girls risked decapitating themselves the wire cords menacingly rigid around their necks fastened to the head rests. The road just seemed to go on forever and now all they could hear was Keeley pitiful pleas as the man roamed his hands all over her body.
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