J T Watson

Raped virgin in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Mona Johnson was in a hurry. She was already late for the church party, and it looked like she was going to be even later. The dark clouds threatened rain. She hated driving in the rain, especially in the new sports car that her father had just bought her.

Besides, she had known it was stupid to take a short cut. It was not so bad in the daylight but this section of road looked really bad at night. The road was empty and there were few houses. She hadn't realized how deserted the way really was.

Perhaps she was pushing her new sports car a little hard. She suddenly felt the little sports car shudder. There was a loud popping noise.

'Oh no,' Mona said.

Mona was a fair driver, and she eased the car over to the side of the road. Mona was never the type of girl who used bad language but at that moment she was tempted.

Mona played the piano at the church and the party was being given for her. It was supposed to be a surprise party. Nobody had come right out and told her, but she knew it was. She had dressed to knock everybody's eyes out.

She was wearing a delicate blue dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Perhaps it was a little low cut for church but this was supposed to be a party. It was not the kind of dress to change a flat in if she'd been the type to change one in the first place. Which she wasn't. Her father had always done those type of things for her. He took care of her.

She opened the car door and her problems got worse, for the first big drops of rain started falling. She quickly shut the car door again. She couldn't have the rain messing up her new hairdo or ruining her makeup.

She was just sitting there, wondering what she was going to do, when she saw headlights in her rear view mirror. A few moments later she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the blinking lights on top of the police car.

The young officer got out and walked to her door. He was wearing one of those yellow rain jackets. He wore no hat. She thought that he looked like a nice young man.

'I see you've got some problems,' he said.

'I do,' she said. 'I'm so glad to see you. Could you call a wrecker or something? I've got an appointment I'm late for.'

'I don't think we need a wrecker,' the young man said. 'I can change it for you. Hand me your keys and I'll get the spare out of the trunk.'

'I do appreciate this,' she said, handing over the keys. 'You don't know how much.'

'It's my job,' he said. 'This is a very nice car you've got. Very expensive.'

'Thank you,' she said. 'It was a birthday present.'

'It must be nice. Having someone rich enough to give you a present like this.'

There was a funny look on the officer's face that bothered her a little. He went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He took out her spare tire. She glanced at her watch. With a little luck, she wouldn't be that late for her own party.

It was starting to pour down rain, but Mona didn't bother to worry about the young man out in the rain. Policemen were paid to do things like this. Instead she glanced in the mirror and made sure her long jet-black hair was still in the exact place.

She noticed another pair of headlights approaching from the rear but she didn't worry about them. She didn't even worry when she saw a van pulling to a stop in front of her car.

Her first thought was that the man who jumped out was dressed kind of funny. He had on dark pants and a dark turtleneck sweater and he was wearing some kind of hat that hid his face.

Mona watched him approaching her car, and she wondered what he wanted as the police officer came back around. He hadn't changed her tire. She wished he'd get on with it.

He reached down and started opening her car door. She didn't know why but she had a sudden feeling of fear. She tried to lock her door but she wasn't fast enough. The door was open and the wet spray was getting into the car.

'Careful,' she said. 'You're going to get me wet.'

'I'm going to do a lot more than that, baby,' he told her. 'I promise you, a lot more than that.'

The sound of his voice frightened her. So did the leer on his face. She took a good look at the young policeman. For the first time she noticed that he didn't have any kind of uniform on under the rain jacket. And he was wearing tennis shoes.

At that moment her stomach did a flip flop. She knew she was in trouble. She wasn't sure what kind of trouble, but she had the feeling it was going to be serious.

'Please don't hurt me,' she said.

'Get out of the car, bitch,' the policeman said.

She hesitated and he did not give her another opportunity. He grabbed her arm and jerked her out into the rain. She slipped in the mud but he held her steady. It was funny, but her first thought was of her hair. She reached up to cover it up.

She shouldn't have done that for it made the blue dress cling even tighter to her lush figure. He was looking down the front of her dress and leering again.

'Nice-looking body,' the policeman said. 'Really stuffed. You're built like a brick shithouse, baby!'

The young officer jerked her into his arms. His rain jacket pressed against her body. He kissed her mouth. She struggled to be free of him but he wouldn't allow it. His hands moved down her back and took hold of her asscheeks. He squeezed her until she gasped. She kept struggling but now the other man had joined them.

The other man looked bigger and stronger. He put his arms around her from behind. She knew what was going to happen, and she struggled frantically. It did no good. His hands slipped up and covered both her tits. He started fingering them. She had never even allowed any boy to touch her there before.

'Let's get the bitch in the van,' the other man said.

They dragged her over to the back of the van. The policeman opened the back, and the other man forced her up and inside the van.

She turned and tried to scratch his face. She was scared to death. She knew she did not want to go in that van, but there was no hope. The man slapped her. He slapped her even harder on the other side of her face. She was getting dizzy.

'Stop fighting, bitch,' the man said. 'It won't do a fucking bit of good!'

She was scared and confused. She was being mauled as she never had been before. She was being treated like an animal. She was hearing language she had never heard, and she didn't know what to do about it.

The man got up into the back of the van with her. He forced her down on her back on the floor of the van. He grabbed one hand and snapped something metal around her wrists. He grabbed her other hand and did the same with it. He bent down and kissed her mouth. His lips were hot and hard.

She turned her head in both directions and she realized that there were two chains coming out of the sides of the van. She could move a little but not very far.

'These things are hurting me,' she said.

'That's the least of your worries, baby,' he said.

There was something familiar about his voice but she could still not make out his face. He closed the door of the van and found a light overhead. For the first time, the back of the van was bright.

'Bobby Hart,' she said.

She had recognized him. She lived in a small town, and it was not really unexpected that she would

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