Chapter Four: Taken for a Ride
Jake waited for Rod to open the back door of the van and watched the two women with fear in their eyes. It was one bad ordeal after another and the women were afraid of what was going to happen next.
The two women were pushed out of the van and led to an old house in the middle of nowhere. The property seemed endless and the only other structure looked like an old wooden barn or garage; only a few trees lined the gravel road they had just traveled and bushes sprouted out here and there among the grassy field. Anita added this to the notes she kept in her mind so she could tell the authorities later.
"Come on! Move your sorry asses!" Rod bellowed.
Jake took hold of Eloise right arm and yanked her inside of the house and Anita followed. Inside of the main part of the house was the living room; barely furnished with an old worn sofa, large discolored coffee table and a wide screen television. Despite the sparse furnishings the room was quite large. To the left of the room was a doorway that led into a hallway where the women were being forcefully guided to. As they stood inside of the hallway entry Rod took Anita to the room on the left and Eloise was taken to the room on the right.
"Please, let me stay with my grand daughter," Eloise begged as Jake took her into the bedroom. "Please..."
"What for...you want to watch her get her brains fucked out?" Jake loudly asked. "Well, answer me old lady?"
Eloise felt her heart sank; she was speechless. She stood a few steps inside of the bedroom and looked around. It was strangely decorated with a double size bed with metal bars along head and foot boards, a four drawer cherry wooden dresser, and a large mirror one of the side walls and the ceiling. Tucked away in a corner near the closet was a video camera on a tripod. Suddenly Jake pushed the old woman towards the bed and ordered her to sit down.
Meanwhile, Rod took Anita into the master bedroom and slightly closed the door behind them, leaving an inch or two of the door ajar. Anita stood there looking at the room with the four-cornered metal posted large king sized bed, a long dresser against the wall farthest to the door below the windows, a small entertainment center equipped with a good sized television, VCR, DVD player and rows of videos and DVD's, a full length mirror to the left of the dresser and a wall length mirror closes to the door. What she didn't notice was the video camera on a tripod standing beside the entertainment center near the closet.
"Now," Rod began to speak, "if you and your old lady want to live the two of you, especially you, had better do as I say and when I say it! Understand?"
Anita nodded with her eyes looking down at the wooden floor.
"What? I can't hear you!" he told her. "I want you to answer me not shake your head!"
Softly she responded, "Yes."
"Louder!"
"Yes," she barked at him angrily.
"That's better but you better start changing that fucking attitude slut!"
The word "slut" rang in her ears and she drew in a deep breath and glared at him. If looks could kill he would have dropped dead the second her eyes met his.
"Don't give me that look! I think it's time I teach you some lessons."
Roughly Rod grabbed onto her right arm and tossed her across towards the bed as if she was a rag doll. Anita landed on her stomach then rolled over onto her back to sit up. In a flash Rod came up to her and pulled her to her feet. She stood there looking upward at him; her eyes still full of disgust and anger. He turned her around to face the bed from the side and untied her hands. She rubbed her wrists to ease the burning sensation embedded in her skin. As she did this Rod reached around and grabbed handfuls of her clothed tits and squeezed hard causing her to cry out. He released his hold on her tits then grabbed onto her shoulders and spun her around to face him. Before she could gather herself he ripped her top open viciously and yanked it off of her body and arm. He then tried to grab onto the front of her bra but couldn't so he held her tight within his arms and fumbled with the hooks. He was struggling and Anita laughed to herself. Finally he pulled with both hands and the metal hooks came apart. Rod yanked her bra down her arms, stepping back a little.
His eyes feasted upon her naked tits until she tried to cover herself up. This got on his nerves and he pulled her arms away, exposing her erect nipples. Quickly he lowered his mouth onto her left tit and began sucking on the hardened nub while his other hand grabbed, squeezed and massaged her right tit. Anita desperately tried to push him off.
"Ow!" she cried out as he bit down on her nipple.
Rod chuckled to himself, running his tongue around the hardened nub before biting down and rolling the nipple between his teeth. Her resistance gave way and she began to respond. It began to feel good, creating a warm, damp feeling between her legs. Anita tried to stop the way she was responding; mentally fighting within herself, reminding herself that she was raped and kidnapped by this brute. He then moved his attention to her other nipple and lavished it with the same treatment.
His left hand drifted downward; down her taut, flat stomach while his right hand started unbuttoning, unzipping her jeans. With both hands he began pushing her jeans past her shapely hips until they fell on their own to the floor, bunched around her ankles.
"No, please stop," Anita said meekly.
Her words fell upon deaf ears. Rod removed his mouth from her tit, looked directly into her eyes as his fingers dug into the waistband of her panty. Without warning he ripped the tiny garment from her body; the elastic band burned as it scraped against her skin. Now she was completely naked. Rod's eyes traveled from head to toe. He liked the way she looked; so young, sexy with firm, large tits, a small waistline and shapely hips that drew attention to her clean shaven pussy. Rod stared, licking his lips and rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Oh my God, no!!!" Eloise screamed in the distance.
Suddenly her screams became muffled and Rod laughed.
