A literotic sexstories: The Van 2 by hooksforhands ,
Conversely, if this is your cup of tea, so much so that you think you should try hurting someone in real life, please reconsider, as you are too stupid to get away with it and too soft for prison, where you will be raped more savagely than even my twisted mind could imagine.
If, however, you are somewhere in the middle, then please enjoy…
Mark had been watching the girl for a couple of months now and he felt confident he could snatch her without getting caught. Her name was Kristin and she worked as a bikini barista (where Mark had first noticed her) while putting herself through college. Mark had gotten into the habit of buying a latte a couple of times a week until he knew her hours by heart. He would make friendly chit chat whenever he stopped there, stopping just short of flirting because he didn’t want to scare her off. Soon she came to know him well enough to let a few personal facts drop. She was 18 years old and was living on her own for the first time since moving from out of state. She didn’t really know anyone that well yet. It was hard to socialize when you were going to school and working 20 hours a week. She didn’t have a car, but that was okay because she lived close enough that she could walk to work and school. She also mentioned that she was taking a full week off from work so she could study for midterms. A light went on in Mark’s head when he heard this. It meant she wouldn’t be missed from work for a week.
Mark loved his wife and considered himself faithful. He never had affairs. He never took any love or companionship from anyone but her. The women he took were only prey. They gave him the one thing his wife couldn’t: their lives. She knew of the situation, of course. She tolerated it because she knew that the women would never be around long enough to develop a relationship with him. Sometimes she even helped him to abduct the girls. Still, there were times he thought she was jealous of his doomed women. He hadn’t yet told her about his newest target.
He watched the coffee shop from the van, the engine idling. It was the Friday before the girl’s vacation, almost 8:00pm. She would be off in minutes. He watched the coffee shop door anxiously. No matter how many times he did this, he still got nervous just before it went down.
Finally the door opened and Kristin emerged looking lovely as ever. She was a small girl, probably not much more than 5’2” and barely a hundred pounds. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and sneakers that showed off her shapely legs even better than the bikini she had on underneath. She had slipped a tee shirt over her bikini top so as to be not too conspicuous, but it was snug fitting and Mark could clearly make out the shape of her firm young breasts beneath.
“You’re about to go on one long vacation, honey,” Mark muttered to himself as he put the van into drive.
As he pulled up next to her, he rolled the window down and shouted out to her in as friendly a manner as he could muster, “Hey look who it is! Kristin, right?”
“Hi,” said the girl with a smile. “Yeah, it’s Kristin. We just closed, though. Sorry.”
“Oh, wasn’t going to buy anything,” said Mark with a smile. “I was just wondering if you wanted a ride?”
“That’s sweet, thanks, but I like to jog home. Free exercise, you know.”
“That’s cool,” said Mark, still smiling. “Hey hold on a second, I want to show you something.” He grabbed the tazer from the floor of the van and pointed it at her.
“What is it?” she asked. The next moment she was convulsing about on the pavement as a disabling current of electricity passed through her body. Mark quickly looked around to make sure there was no one else around, then calmly opened the side door of the van, picked the girl up and dropped her inside. He took the opportunity while she was still stunned to hogtie her using two pair of handcuffs, then ballgagged her. That would keep her quiet for the ride home.
Mark took one last look into the back of the van before he started off. The girl was staring at him with terror and confusion. He was going to have one hell of an evening.
Mark made the drive home with the caution of a drunk: stopping for each yellow light, allowing every merging vehicle the right-of-way, and not going a mile over the speed limit. He always worried at times like these that he was going to get pulled over on some mundane traffic violation. All it would take would be a scream from his occupant in the back and the fun times would be over.
He wasn’t able to relax until he was parked in his garage. As the garage door closed with a slight thud, he exhaled and smiled. With the bulk of the work now over, he could finally enjoy the girl at his leisure. His wife’s car wasn’t there yet, which meant he had some time before he had to explain his new acquisition. He opened the back of the van and stepped in. His captive stared back at him warily, still hogtied.
“I’m going to release your legs, Kristin,” he said. “If you try to run, or kick me, or anything else stupid, I’ll use the tazer on you. I just need you to walk into the house with me. Do you understand?”
After a moment’s consideration, she nodded.
Keeping a tight grip on the girl’s arms, Mark led her into the house and straight for the bedroom. She remained fairly calm until he pushed her onto the bed and jumped on top of her. Then she began to struggle and scream into her gag. Mark decided to remove it.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice a combination of anger and fear.
“You can scream if you like,” Mark replied. “I kind of like it. And we don’t have any neighbors within earshot.”
Suddenly he slapped her, causing her to cry out. Then his big, gnarled hands grasped the neck of her tee shirt and in one powerful motion ripped it in two. The bikini top underneath was a flimsy little garment, and broke apart easily under his lust-fueled strength. He stared with appreciation at her perky breasts. They weren’t huge, but they were very round and firm. Her skin was nicely tanned, with only two triangles of paler flesh around her breasts where her bikini had been. She must prefer beaches to tanning beds, thought Mark.
“Get off!” she screamed, bucking about indignantly. She clearly wasn’t happy, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, there was very little resistance she could put up.
“I intend to,” replied Mark, who then smiled, pleased with his wit. He began to knead her breasts, his calloused hands mauling her soft, youthful flesh. Then he grabbed her by the nipples and pulled her up to him, forcing her to raise herself off the bed to lessen the pain.
“Stop!” she cried. “You’re hurting me!”
He kissed her passionately on the mouth, then let her drop back down.
“Yeah. I’m definitely going to hurt you.” He wrapped his hands around her throat and clamped down. Her eyes got wide as saucers as she realized just how much trouble she was really in. Within seconds she began to make soft choking sounds. She tried to lower her chin to block Mark away from her throat, but it was too late, he already had a firm grip. She tried to knee him but the angle was no good, and she was losing strength quickly. Mark continued to strangle her with his right hand as he slipped his left hand under first her shorts and then the elastic waistband of her panties. Her pubic mound had been shaved recently and only a short layer of fuzz had grown back. As Mark slipped his first two fingers into her pussy he felt her body contract as it futilely tried to keep him out.
He strangled her until she lost consciousness, then decided it was time to finish undressing her. He untied her sneakers and slipped them off. She had ankle socks underneath which he removed as well. He took one of her small feet in his hands and rubbed it against his crotch. God, he wanted her!
He unbuttoned her shorts and lifted her hips off the bed, then slid them down her legs and past her ankles. He did the same with her panties, leaving her completely nude. She was magnificent. She would serve his needs well. He pulled his pants down to his knees, pushed her unresisting legs apart, and without further preamble began to fuck her.
She was a good little piece of ass, for sure, and Mark soon lost himself in pleasure. He hardly noticed when she woke up, her face registering first confusion and then despair. He didn’t notice when the bedroom door opened, or even when the girl started crying out optimistically for help.
“Who’s your new friend?” a voice asked.
Mark jumped. He quickly pulled out of the girl and turned to look at his wife.
“Help meeee!” cried the girl, tears streaking her face.
“Shut her up,” said Jean.
Quickly, Mark retrieved the ball gag and forced it into the girl’s mouth. He looked back at his wife and smiled sheepishly. “Just a barista. Nobody, really.”
“And what are you planning to do with this barista when you’re done with her?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Drive her out into the desert like the others. I already dug a hole.”
Jean sighed. “Christ, now it smells like pussy in here. Don’t you ever get enough of these young bimbos? I mean, you can’t just keep killing college girls and expect the cops not to find you.”
“So what do you want me to do? You want me to let her go?”
“Obviously you can’t do that.” She looked down at his cock, which was slowly shrinking back to normal size. “Could you at least wear a condom?” she asked. “I don’t really want to catch this chick’s herpes.”
“Oh, no she’s clean.”
Jean glared at him. She took a moment to compose herself then sat down on the bed next to the girl. “I have a new rule,” she said, brushing the hair away from the girl’s face. “If you want to fuck a girl who’s not me, you need to take her somewhere else. I don’t want this happening in our home again. Not only is it disrespectful to me, but it links us both to the crime.”
“But where am I supposed to take her?”
“Take her out to the dessert, have your fun with her there, and then get rid of her.”
Mark wanted to argue but he knew she was right. “Are you sure you don’t want to join in the fun? She’s pretty hot…”
“I’m not in the mood,” replied Jean. She opened a dresser drawer and found a couple of condoms. “And for Christ’s sake, take these with you.”
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