Busty Best Friends Get Idnapped

*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.

It was summer again and the air was stale with heat. I was walking home from my job as a waitress when I saw the van come to a stop next to me. I turned in annoyance. Today was not the day to be fucking with me. I had just been let go from my waitressing job because the restaurant I worked at was going out of business. It was another setback in a long line of setbacks.

I was weary and tired, my breast implants feeling extra heavy with every step. The window to the van rolled down and an ugly man stuck his head out of the window.

"Get in the van," he commanded.

"No! Fuck you!" I began to run, knowing it was pointless. He was in a van and I was on foot. There was no way I could outrun him but I tried. My stupid tits bounced painfully in the bra that I had worn that day. It didn't support me well and I was paying the price with each painful bounce. He had me blocked in. There was a building in front of me and his van just kept coming until he had almost run me completely into the wall. I let out a scream of terror as he got out of the van and grabbed me.

There was a struggle and I tried my best. I fought valiantly but he was much stronger than I was. He easily pushed me into the back of the dark van. It was still light outside but the inside of the van was dark and ominous. I realized quickly that I wasn't alone. Another terrified woman was there in the van. She was crying and I could hear the wrenching twists of each of her sobs. She sounded so pathetic. I refused to cry like her, remaining stoic and awaiting my fate.

"Do you think he's going to kill us?" she asked.

"No. I think he's going to rape us. This definitely looks like a rape van," I whispered back. "And be quiet. He might kill us if he hears us talking," I warned her. Her eyes got even bigger than they already were and I think I thought I saw tears too.

He parked the van in a garage and opened the sliding door and pulled the other lady out of the van first. She had long, dark hair and she was very pretty, a nice contrast to my light skin and blonde hair. This sadistic fucker had literally picked up one brunette and one blonde. He pulled her out first and tied her up, eyeing me as he did his work. I was next and once I was tied up he took us both to a small room and closed and locked the door.

"Hey!" the other girl screamed. "Come back! Don't just leave us here!"

"Just wait. You're going to learn today that sluts like you deserve to get fucked hard." He laughed cruelly and then added rope to each of our mouths so we couldn't talk to each other while we were tied up.

We stared at one another, our fears mounting. Another man came into the room, one we hadn't seen before. He was tall and had long, wavy hair that he wore in a ponytail. He began to untie us and the moment her rope was out of her mouth, she began to scream. Her screams were panicked and urgent and I felt bad for her. I wondered if she'd ever been raped before like I had. This wouldn't be my first time and I was okay with it. I had made my peace with it. My only care was survival. I just wanted to make it out of there alive.

The man fucked her, making her suck on his dick and then fucking her pussy hard and fast. He grunted, making eye contact with me as I watched.

"You like this, you twisted slut?" he asked me.

"Maybe I do," I told him and my eyes met hers and I gave her a little wink. The man came hard and I knew that I had done my duty to help her. He forgot to tie us back up when he left, so we spent the next several hours talking while we tried to hunt down a way out of there. The windows had strong bars on them and the door was now locked. We were alone and I looked at her with longing. I wondered if she had ever been with a girl before.

I had made the switch to women after a particularly bad relationship with a man. He had broken my spirit and a woman had been there to catch me. She nursed me back to health and we formed a bond. She had moved in and become my girlfriend for a while until she had decided she didn't want a bisexual woman.

"You'll always want a man," she had accused me. It was true, though and I had let her go. I had been so lonely and seeing this woman next to me, needing my guidance, I did what any horny bisexual woman would do in the situation. I placed my hand on her leg and our eyes met. I could see that she knew what I wanted.

"You're into women," she breathed.

"Yes," I assured her and we shared a quiet kiss. I hadn't realized how stressed I had been by the situation until her kisses began to melt my stress away. I dug deeper into her mouth with my tongue and before we knew it, we were a tangled mess of nakedness all over the floor. I buried my tongue into her sweet, little pussy and I could feel her fear and pain melting away as my tongue transported her to a place of pleasure.

I knew that we were probably going to get raped for a long time. I knew that we probably would be killed at the end of all of this. We had seen our captors' faces and I knew that was a bad omen. I knew that these were the last moments of our life. I made her cum and she grabbed me by the head and pushed my mouth further into her pussy. I didn't stop, giving her what she needed until she was shivering with the aftershocks of her seventh or eighth orgasm.

"That was something else!" she praised me. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I've had some interesting experiences," I told her.

"Tell me about them," she rested her head on my arm and so I wrapped it around her and began to tell her about some of my adventures with women. It seemed to ease her suffering and I was all for that. I held her tightly as we fell asleep waiting.

We woke to rough hands all over our bodies. I could hear her screaming and I knew that this was it. This was the day that we were going to die. I knew it in my bones and I tried my best to make peace with it but inside of every person, there is a will for survival. I had never realized how badly I wanted to live, how much I wanted to survive. I was determined to live through this experience and if I didn't, I would die trying. I would protect her, my new best friend. She was so fragile and she needed me. I couldn't let her down.

I watched as the man who had kidnapped us from the street had his way with her body. He pushed my face into her pussy as he fucked her, grunting and laughing the way only a rapist could. He didn't care about us. We were just warm bodies with holes he could stick his dick in. He was the bottom feeder of all of humanity and I hated him for being this way. I hated him for hurting her and for hurting me. I still hadn't been raped yet and she was going through her second rape. I licked her clit with as much love and hope as I could, hoping she could feel it. I hoped it made things easier for her.

I could hear her screams and I gripped her fingers on her left hand and gave them a reassuring squeeze. I wanted her to know that she wasn't alone and of course, she wasn't. She had me. I had her. We were in this together. He pulled his cock from her and roughly tackled me.

"It's your turn now, bitch! I hope you're ready for this dick!"

"Fuck you!" I screamed at him and I could feel her grabbing my hand. I could feel her squeeze. I wasn't alone as he raped me. She was by my side trying her best to soothe me. He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her tongue to my clit as he kept fucking me.

"Yeah, eat her pussy, you dumb bitch! That's a good girl," the man praised her. I could tell that eating my pussy was helping her, easing her anxiety about what was happening. I wondered how many women had gone through what we were going through together? I wondered how many real rapists there actually were in the world and why they thought it was okay to take something so precious from a woman.

"You like fucking her pussy while I lick her clit?" she taunted our rapist. I knew what she was thinking. She was trying to trick him into cumming faster so that I would be spared. She was trying to help me and honestly, it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. I could feel my heart moving in my chest for her. I could feel the first feelings of love welling up inside of me, growing with each breath.

He was pumping into my pussy feverishly as if he was in some kind of hurry to cum. With her mouth on my clit, I couldn't help but cum. I screamed as I threw my head back and let the pleasure rip through me like a roller coaster ripping along its track. I had been through this before. I knew what pleasure felt like and yet, there was a different quality to my orgasms that night. I screamed as they engulfed me. She never stopped licking, not until she knew that he had cum and was pulling out of me.

"You bitches have good pussies. I'm going to fuck you all the time!" he told us as if we would be happy about this fact.

"Let us go!" she screamed at him.

He laughed at her.

"You think you're getting away? Dumb bitches. We're going to fuck you until we get bored. Then we kill you." He laughed, closing the door behind him and leaving us in the dark to cry. We knew that if we were going to live that we would have to escape.

There were a lot of failed plans and all the while, we grew closer. I learned that her name was Desiree and that she had been a stripper. That explained her large tits and her perfect body. I told her that I had been a waitress and the name of the restaurant.

"Oh my God! I used to eat there all the time. I remember you. You helped me a bunch of times. I always get a grilled chest," she tried to remind me.

I didn't remember her but then again, I had a lot of customers. I had lost my job and maybe being stuck in this rape house had taken me out the problems I had been in. There was a reprieve here. If I died, maybe it didn't matter. As if she could read my thoughts she sat up suddenly.

"You can't die," she whimpered. "I need you. I'm falling in love with you," she admitted and I could see it in her eyes. It was true.

"I'm falling for you too." We embraced and kissed until we were making love on the floor of our rapist's house. I tasted her body, sampling every part until I got to the sweetest one. I licked and sucked on her pussy with love and care. I showed her with my heart that even in the face of death that love still existed. We fell asleep together, a pile of bodies on an old, nasty floor.

Two days later the house was busted up by the cops and Desiree and I were rescued. As the police led us from the house with sheets covering our naked bodies we saw that the news was covering the story. The reporters swarmed us, asking us questions.

"No comment," I told them. I looked over to Desiree and saw she was talking to the press. I listened in, trying to hear what she was saying.

"We are best friends now. Yeah. We shared a lot in captivity. She took care of me." She began to cry as the reporters cut their cameras and moved on to the next shot, ignoring her emotion. I couldn't get to her. They took her to a hospital and I ended up at another. I realized that I had no way to contact her and it upset me. We hadn't had cell phones or been able to exchange information.

I was released later that day. I walked outside to grab the newspaper that still came to my house. There, in the local section was a story about us. Desiree Walker was her whole name. I hadn't realized. The title read, "Busty Best Friends Get Kidnapped" and I looked at the photos they had chosen of us, showcasing our large, fake tits. It was ridiculous that they would run such a story, our large tits on prominent display in the photos. They had turned a horrific story into a gratuitous titty shot. I was disgusted.

I picked up the phone to call the paper and then put it back down. I sighed. I picked it back up, but not to bitch about the article. No, I was going to get Desiree's contact information. If we were really best friends the way she was saying then I needed to find her. I needed to find her and eat her pussy again. I needed to tell her how I really felt about her. I needed her.