Miss Yu's Adventure

Disclaimer: Any sexual acts depicted involve only characters ages 18 or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Aaron burst into the bedroom with Linda's cell buzzing in his hand.

"We've got trouble. What's the plan, big guy?"

Deion gave Linda a dangerous look. "When you answer, put the phone on speaker. You say one wrong word, bitch, and you're dead. Understood?"

Linda felt her mouth turn bone-dry as she took the phone with trembling fingers. She swiped to answer.

"Hi, honey."

"Mom! I'm glad you answered. Listen, I'm really, really sorry about this, but I forgot my report for Mr. Cramner's class."

Suddenly Linda remembered. It struck her like a bolt of lightning. Tara's history report on the 1920 Battle of Warsaw.

Linda could practically hear her poor daughter cringing over the phone. "I'm super sorry, Mom, but could you possibly drive it over to school before 8th period?"

Linda wracked her brain for what to say. She thought fast. She improvised.

"Honey, I wish I could. There's a leak at the house here and the whole kitchen is flooded. I need to stay here until the plumber arrives, and I'm not sure how soon that'll be. Tell you what, I'll write a note for you for the teacher and explain that it was my fault that you weren't able to bring your report with you today, and I'll make sure that Mr. Cranmer knows that you completed it on time and with no help from me."

Tara paused. It wasn't like her mom to write notes for her. It was much more Linda-like for her to demand that her daughter take accountability for her own mistakes.

Linda couldn't help it though. In the midst of her own predicament, she wanted to stay as far from her daughter as possible. She knew that these men would never take the risk of allowing her to go to the school anyway, and having someone else come pick up the report would be even worse...

As if the universe had heard her thought, Tara now spoke.

"Wait. What if I have Brandon's mom swing by and pick up the report, assuming she's free. Would that work?" Brandon was one of Tara's fellow classmates who lived a few miles down the road.

Dammit. Linda almost began to panic. Here she was, sitting naked in her bed with a rapist's cum seeping from her pussy, trying to keep her daughter in the dark. The situation would have been almost darkly comical if it wasn't so disturbing...

"Sweetheart, look, let me handle this like I said. The house is an absolute mess right now and I'd rather not have anyone over to see the flooding. I'm so embarrassed."

Tara paused. Suspicion crept into her daughter's voice. "Mom, why are you acting so weird? It's no big deal! Why can't you just let Brandon's mom come by and pick it up? Can't you just leave my report outside the front door? She doesn't even have to come inside."

Deion and Aaron were both staring at Linda very intently now - intently enough to make shivers skitter up and down her spine. Deion slid onto the bed beside Linda and draped his arm around her neck in a very loose head lock that promised to be a stranglehold and worse if she didn't figure a way out of this - and fast.

"Honey, I know this report means a lot to you. Tell you what, I'll call Brandon's mom and have her come get it for you if the plumber takes too long, OK? Either way, I'll make sure you get it before 8th period. Either me or Mrs. Knudsen will drop it off with administration for you to pick up. Stop by and check there after 7th period, OK?"

It was a lie but a good one. Her daughter seemed mollified.

"Thanks Mom. You're the best!"

"You're welcome, sweetie. I love you." Linda had never meant those words more than she did now. 'It might be the last chance I ever get to speak to my daughter,' she thought as a certain fatalism settled somewhere deep in her bones.

"I love you too, Mom."

It was times like this that Linda counted herself lucky. Despite Tara being a 14-year-old teenager 'too cool' for her mother these days, she still never failed to end a phone call with her by telling her mom that she loved her.

As the Asian American beauty swiped off of the call with her daughter, Deion whispered in her ear.

"That was some good quick thinking. You're one smart pussy." Reaching down, he slid two fingers into Linda's despoiled cunt. The woman shuddered.

Aaron interrupted. "I packed up the minivan with anything that looked useful. We've got food, tools, fresh clothes. I also found $500 combined in her purse and in the front hall desk drawer I broke open. This cunt must be loaded to keep so much cash around. Can I take my turn with her now?"

Deion looked up darkly. "We don't have time to fuck around. We need to keep moving." He looked over at Linda as if deciding what to do with her, then back at Aaron. "Fine. Make it quick. Have fun with her, but as soon as you're finished, we're leaving. I'll go see if there's anything you missed."

Aaron nodded gleefully as he began to strip.

"Oh please," Linda begged as Aaron's cock shot up toward the ceiling, a baby-maker as stiff as any she could imagine. He wasn't as well-endowed as the black man. Instead of 12 inches, his was a more modest nine. But it was a thick nine inches.

The wiry convict motioned impatiently. "Pussy is nice, but I prefer a good, hard ass-fuck. Turn around and get on your knees, ass in the air, bitch. Do it."

Trembling, the naked woman obeyed. She noticed with a jolt of unease that Aaron took time to rummage through her dresser. He made a whistling sound as he pulled out one of her sex toys - a long, thick dildo made of silicone which tapered down to a pair of rounded testicles. The testicles were designed to affix themselves to any hard, flat, surface, the better to ride the dildo and achieve orgasm. The dildo was bright pink and its features were incredibly lifelike down to the veins along the sides of the cock and the folds of the rounded balls.

"Damn. You're one secret SLUT, aren't ya? I bet getting raped by two hard convicts is a dream come true for you," he mocked viciously. But next he put the dildo aside and kept rummaging inside her drawers. Finally, he pulled out one of her sleep shirts - it was black with the logo of one of her favorite bands. "This should do," he muttered.

What was he going to do with that? She wondered. But very soon she got her answer.

"Put your wrists on the headboard, slut." Linda complied. He tied her wrists tightly, using the shirt like a rope. Next, he threw open the same drawer and pulled out another shirt, this one a pale blue. He proceeded to place it on the bed beside her. Linda wasn't sure what he was planning to do with it, but the feeling in the pit of her stomach felt ominous.

"Please, I've never been..."

"Say it, bitch. Out with it. Never been what?"

Linda felt her cheeks turn bright red. "I've never been fucked in the ass."

Aaron grunted with obvious amusement.

"Yeah, well there's a first time for everything. You want me to rip into you dry, or should I go easy on you?" He smirked as if he knew something she didn't. Once again, she felt this intense uneasiness - a feeling of heightened danger she couldn't explain. With Deion, as frightening as her rape had been, she'd never felt like he was going to kill her, at least not while he got his pleasure. With the younger white convict something seemed... well, different. There was a not just primal but positively vicious undertone to the man that truly scared her.

"You got some olive oil or something I can pour into your ass, bitch?"

Looking over her shoulder, Linda nodded. She told him the proper shelf in the pantry. He returned a short time later, his eager cock still ramrod stiff and saluting her nakedness.

"All right. Down to business now." The 21-year-old convict approached and unscrewed the cap on the glass bottle. Linda turned toward the top of the bed, bowed her head, and waited for the inevitable. A sudden sensation of thick, viscous fluid invaded her anus as the convict poured a generous few dollops into her asshole. Next, he took more and slathered it up and down the sides of his manhood.

"All right, bitch. Try to relax. You'll only make it harder on yourself if you try to keep me out."

'How the hell am I supposed to do that?' Linda wondered, quailing at the thought of a man raping her ass. It was so wrong, not to mention dirty. There was no way she could relax. She had no control over what was about to happen though. The beautiful young mother gripped the headboard with her bound hands and waited for her ordeal to intensify.

"AHH!" She flinched and gasped as she felt Aaron's pale shaft begin to prod at her opening. He waited until just the bulbous tip of his cock was seated in her puckered hole. Then he began to push.

Linda groaned.

"Oh please be gentle. Oh god!!" Linda couldn't believe the sensation of fullness. Even with all that oil lubricating her asshole and her rapist's cock, it felt like he was trying to shove a baseball bat in there. He nudged slowly, rocking back and forth for a good several minutes. Gradually, finally, the top few inches of his cock had slipped inside her tightest hole. Her ass felt a slight burning sensation as he began to move in and out of her. It almost felt like a column of sandpaper was sliding deep into her asshole, or would have if not for the blessed lubricant which made it not only bearable but provided some scandalous if tantalizing stimulation.

As the nerve endings between her ass and pussy began to awaken, Linda found a few traitorous jolts of pleasure shooting through her.

The Asian American beauty's long, charcoal-black tresses flowed down her back as the white convict continued to plunge his penis deep between the alluring curves of her ass cheeks. Reaching out, he grasped her hair and tugged her head backward. She felt the bite of the hair tugging at her scalp as he raped her, his cock sliding faster and faster to impale her helpless butthole.

"UHHH!!! Fuck!!! YES!!!! Oh fuck yes!" Aaron all but moaned, lost in throes of mounting pleasure. His testicles slapped with soft smacking sounds against Linda's ass faster and faster.

Linda didn't see it, but at some point in the midst of this mounting bliss, the convict had grabbed the pale blue shirt. He now suddenly wrapped it around Linda's neck and began to choke the sexy woman as he ass-fucked her.

"UGHK!!!!" Linda's eyes bulged. Despite the arousal coiling through her, a new panic began to set in. She began to have trouble breathing. Her tied wrists gripped the headboard harder and harder as she began to tremble and jerk, fighting for air.

Aaron seemed to ignore her struggles. Worse, they seemed to actually excite him. He looked down at his manhood splitting the woman's pale butt cheeks, driving deep toward her bowels with a crescendo of sheer bliss and a desire to dominate with awful finality.

The contrast of pleasure and panic nearly overwhelmed poor Linda. And in the midst of it all, somehow, Deion had reappeared. She hadn't seen him come back in. Standing beside the bed, the big black man reached underneath and began to rub Linda's clitoris at a feverish pace. His big fingers glided against her sensitive nerve bundle, the engorged little joy button succumbing to his touch. She ground her pussy against his hand on instinct and just let primal femininity take her to the finish line.

"UGGGHKKK!!!!!! UHHHHH!!!!!"

In a moment Linda would never have believed possible, she felt her entire body lose control. Her mind exploded as a cruel, overwhelming orgasm swept through her. Even as Aaron's cock sheathed itself in her ass, the poor woman felt throes of ecstasy pull her under, her juices spurting onto the other captor's fingers and onto the sheets beneath her.

"Fuck!!!! AHHH. Gonna strangle you to death and fill your bowels, bitch. Say goodbye!" Aaron groaned. This was it. This was the moment of clarity that confirmed Linda's worst fears. This criminal wasn't just any ordinary convict. She'd sensed it in him. A violence of a particular flavor - violence against women. He meant not just to rape her but to kill her. There was no doubt.

Linda felt the choking intensify and then a surge of warmth shot into her asshole. Aaron began to fill her even as her vision swam and blackness threatened to engulf all her senses.

"Enough!" Deion's voice rang out like a gunshot. Suddenly the shirt around her neck loosened and disappeared.

Linda collapsed forward, coughing and sputtering. Semen dribbled from her ruined bottom. Her distended asshole held a sickening reservoir now, with pale globs of Aaron's cum. She sobbed quietly even as the memory of the mind-erasing orgasm sent a fresh surge of shame through her that made her want to shrivel up and vanish.

"You're all right. SSHH." Deion gave her left ass cheek a smack to startle her. "Stop crying." He jolted her out of it. She sniffed as the last of her tears inched down her face.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

The accusation in Aaron's tone was unmistakable.

"We're taking Linda with us. She's not for killing, brother. Not yet, at least."

"Why the fuck not?" The disappointment in Aaron's tone was just as impossible to deny.

"Because she might be USEFUL, idiot. And because killing her now would be a waste of pussy." Deion paused. "And because she's going to fully cooperate and make sure to be as useful as possible. Isn't that right, Linda?"

Linda looked over her shoulder, oddly grateful to this monster of a man who had just saved her from an even greater monster.

"Yes," she croaked, the tears on her cheeks not yet dry. "I-I'll do whatever you want. Please don't kill me. I'll be useful. Please, you can take my ass and pussy whenever you want."

Deion nodded and turned to his partner. "See?"

Aaron scowled but nodded as if acceding to both the wisdom and seniority of the man who seemed to be both his partner and alpha.

"Fine. We do it your way. You're the boss."

"Good." Deion began to untie Linda's wrists as the woman continued to tremble. The adrenaline from her ordeal was still spiking, and her heart still rammed hard against her ribcage.

"Time to go, Linda. Let's get you cleaned up and dressed."

Go?

Linda's thoughts whirled with fresh dread and fear.

Go where?

TO BE CONTINUED...