[15 minutes earlier]:
Dan sat in his car and for the fiftieth time in as many minutes cursed at the traffic surrounding him. He had been sitting in this damned traffic jam for well over an hour now. He was hot and sweaty and feeling very irritable. He honked his horn again, knowing that it wasn't doing any good, but he still felt like he had to do something.
How long was this going to go on anyway, he thought to himself. He spent all week stuck in his office at work, jammed into a little cubicle, and now when he had a Saturday to get out and enjoy some well-deserved time off, he was stuck in his car! He hated Los Angeles traffic. Well, OK, this was Santa Monica, still, the damned traffic probably stretched to LA.
Dan looked out the window at the other cars around him, filled with other drivers, probably all hating being stuck here as well. He heaved a deep sigh and mopped his brow and then leaned forward to get a little closer to his weak-ass air conditioning. It fitfully blew out mildly cool air, but really did nothing to relieve the stifling heat in his car.
As he sat back up and tried for the hundredth time to adjust his seat to be even slightly more comfortable, he saw something off to his right that made him stop, and for a minute, forget about the traffic, the heat and his frustrations with the day.
In the next lane over, there was a green Jeep Wrangler. An older model by the looks of it, large and a bit boxy. But that wasn't what made him stare. In the back seat of that car, there was a naked woman. She was pressed up against the window, her large breasts pressed and flattened out against the glass. He could see her face lifted up slightly and pulled back. Her face was red and sweaty, her lips were parted and he could see her tongue lolling out and she looked as if she were panting.
Behind her, Dan could see a man, kneeling on the seat and fucking her, hard. He kept slamming into her again and again and the woman was thrust up against her car window with each thrust. The man was holding her head by her ponytail and kept pulling her back as he pounded forward. Dan swore that he could almost hear her groaning as her body heaved and shoved against her passenger side door.
He could see the car was driven by another man and there was someone in the passenger seat as well, watching the two in the back seat. Dan couldn't take his eyes off of the spectacle.
The woman had large, beautiful boobs that were being put on display for anyone who looked in her direction. She was an attractive woman with thick curly black hair and from what Dan could see, a gorgeous curvy body.
Dan's cock was stiffening watching this woman being ridden hard in the middle of traffic. Her big breasts pressed harder and slid across the window, her nipples being tugged and pulled as she moved. They were red and looked swollen. Dan thought that the glass had to be very hot in this weather. No wonder they looked so red.
Then Dan began to notice a few other things, though it was hard for him to even look at anything other than her large breasts being put brazenly on display. The woman's face was a mask of lust and, something else. He thought it might be pain. Her eyes were wide and expressive, but also red, as if she had been crying. And the way the man behind her yanked on her hair as he fucked her, it looked almost angry.
The woman's hands could occasionally be seen coming up against the window too, clenching and unclenching, almost spasmodically, trying to push herself away from the door she was being slammed into. He didn't think that it was strictly lust he was witnessing.
Now he could see that the man in the front seat was laughing as he watched the two in back, and, was he pulling his own pants up as he did so? What was going on in that car?
Dan watched for a few more minutes, staring at the beautiful woman being roughly fucked in the back seat. Her eyes were not just red, they seemed almost wild, staring around at the traffic just outside her car. Her thrusts and movements became more frantic. Dan thought she was reaching an orgasm. She tossed her head from side to side, her mouth twisted in a scream and for a moment, she and the man behind her came together in a hard, shivering clutch. She bounced a few more times and then, as the man behind her pulled back and apparently sat down on the seat, she pulled away from the window and fell back against the seat as well. The last thing Dan could see was her tear-stained face, looking out the window, and then she leaned back in apparent exhaustion.
Dan continued to stare at the green Jeep Wrangler and at the odd quartet of passengers and wonder just what the hell he had witnessed. The blare of a car horn startled him out of his reverie. He looked around and realized that traffic was starting to move slowly forward. He gripped the steering wheel and began to move his car forward in the slow march that signaled the jam was finally breaking up.
Even as he moved forward though, he couldn't get his mind fully off what he had seen. He wondered if the woman was OK. Maybe he should tell someone what he had seen...but who, the police?
* * *
Al and Frank had pulled Kitty out of the car and into their motel room while Ken parked the Jeep and gathered the bag with the money in it as well as the few pieces of clothing that they had pulled off of her, bringing them into their small room. They had allowed Kitty to pull her tank top back on but hadn't bothered with her shorts.
"So you'll be giving a free show if anyone is even around to see." Al had said to here. "You have one hell of a nice ass, it should be seen!"
With that, he had slapped Kitty hard on her ass and propelled her out of the car and into the motel room. Kitty yelped at the slap and moved fast to avoid another slap and also to minimize the chance she was seen by anyone.
The room was pretty standard. It had two queen size beds, a table and a couple of chairs. A dresser with three drawers stood against the wall. It had once had four drawers, but one space was now blank and empty. On top of the dresser sat a small TV. In the back of the room was a sink and counter with a dirty mirror above it and a door on one side that Kitty assumed led to a small bathroom and shower. The entire room spoke of seedy motel chic.
Ken came in with the bag from the car. He closed the door and turned the lock. Then he checked the windows to make sure they were closed, and the curtains were pulled shut.
"Looks like we're OK for now," he said to the other two men.
Al nodded and moved to the bed, taking off his coat and sitting down. The bed creaked a little as he did. He looked over at Frank and Kitty. Frank still held her by one arm and his other hand was squeezing her round ass cheek. She squirmed but couldn't get away from his roving hands.
"What are you going to do with me now?" She asked in a quavering voice. "You got what you wanted. Can't you just let me go, please?"
Kitty was afraid that she knew exactly what they were going to do with her. Frank hadn't been able to keep his hands to himself the entire drive. They had stayed on the freeway for a while and then pulled off onto one of the exits into El Segundo. They had driven around, taking several side streets and eventually making so many turns that Kitty was completely lost as to where they were going.
The buildings she saw as they drove were looking older and shabbier with each mile. Large warehouse-like buildings and dive bars and auto shops. All the while, she had suffered as Frank squeezed her breasts, pulled on her tits and twisted them. He delighted in making her cry out. He sucked on her nipples and bit them, pulling and stretching them out. His hands also slid between her legs and began to stroke her pussy. His fingers slid up and down along her folds and slowly pushed in. They stroked and pulled on her cunt till they found her clit. Then he began to flick and pinch that as well.
She was wet from the fucking and Frank was able to slide up to three fingers into her. She had gasped and groaned as he continued to finger fuck her and rub her clit, thrusting in and out of her, pulling or chewing gently on her tits and Kitty had felt another orgasm rising in her. She had breathlessly begged him to stop, but he kept it up and soon Kitty was shuddering and groaning as he forced her to cum again. She sobbed and struggled to control her body as they had driven ever deeper into the seedy recesses of the city.
Now here in this rundown motel room, Kitty looked at the three men who had abducted her and shuddered as she thought about what they had in store for her.
Al patted the bed next to him.
"We can't let you go yet," he said to her, "Frank would be ever so sad to see you go. Why don't you come over here and sit down next to me?"
Kitty didn't really want to do that, but Frank pulled her towards the bed and shoved her down next to Al. Then he sat down next to Kitty, boxing her in between the two brothers.
"Please..." Kitty sniffed tearfully, "Haven't you done enough? Can't you just let me leave? I won't say anything, I swear!"
Al chuckled and wrapped an arm around Kitty's shoulders in a gesture that seemed friendly but was anything but. His hand slid down and began to softly grope her breast through her tank top.
"Mmmmmm, you have great tits, you know. You should show them off!"
Even as Kitty shivered at his touch, he reached out and began to pull her shirt up. Frank saw him do that and immediately lent a hand, grabbing her shirt from his side and helping Al pull it up and over her head.
Kitty groaned and tried to hold on to the last piece of clothing that she wore, but it did no good and in a moment, she was naked between the two men.
"No, please!" she cried. Don't..."
"Don't what?" All asked in a slyly sarcastic tone. "Don't do this?" And he slapped her large sensitive breast with the flat of his hand.
"OOWWW!" Yelled Kitty. "Nnnooo!"
"Or this?" Put in Frank, getting into the spirit of the game. And he reached over and grabbed a hold of her breast and squeezed, hard.
"Uugghhh! Please," Kitty sobbed, "Stop!"
"How about this?" Asked Al, "Is this what you want me to stop?" And he leaned over and began to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing a line down and across her throat.
