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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Deion pulled out a pair of jeans from one of the dresser drawers and picked up the oversized pale blue T-shirt that Aaron had just tried to strangle Linda with and threw them at her.

"Put these on and let's go."

Linda numbly picked up her glasses from the nightstand and put them back on. The naked and recently raped woman stared at the clothing and then back up at her captor.

"You said I could clean up and --"

"There's no time for that," Deon barked. "Just put on the clothes, bitch. No more stalling."

"I need underwear though, and my bra..."

Deon stalked over and reached down to give each of Linda's breasts a rough squeeze.

"No you don't, girl. You just need to look presentable enough to move. I want easy access to those tits and we'll expect your fuck-hole to stay open for business. So get comfy feeling air on that bare pussy. You'll go commando. Now stop asking stupid questions and get moving."

The beautiful young mother mechanically pulled on the jeans and shrugged into the T-shirt.

She could still feel the cum congealing in her ass and the occasional trickle of seed ooze from her tainted cunt. The poor woman had never felt so dirty before. And Linda just knew that it was a kind of dirtiness that she could never fully cleanse away no matter how many showers she took.

But the mother of two did take immense comfort in one thing at least: they were leaving the house. She and the convicts would be gone before her children got home from school, and that was all that mattered.

"Let's go. Come on, come on." Deion hounded her as she grabbed a few toiletries and other necessities. She took her purse and a pair of yoga leggings and an extra T-shirt. Deion led her out back to the garage where Aaron was finishing loading up the minivan.

"Look what I brought for you, bitch. I wouldn't want you to be missing it." She gaped as Aaron brandished the giant pink dildo he'd found in her dresser earlier. Clearly he meant to force her to use it later for his own personal entertainment. Disgusted, Linda looked away.

Her daughters were safe, but it seemed that her own nightmare was just beginning.

"You sit in back with her while I drive," Deion rumbled.

"You sure, man? I can drive."

"I'm SURE," Deion said, leveling his partner with a cold stare that said 'Shut up and sit.'

Noting the alpha-beta relationship between the two men and the slight undercurrent of tension it caused, Linda wondered if she could use that to her advantage.

Suddenly, though, Deion seemed to think better of his plan.

"Actually, nah. Linda, you get to sit up here with me." Linda did as she was told, wincing when Deion dug his hand under the waistband of her jeans and tunneled two fingers into her pussy. "You still sticky with my swimmers down there, eh bitch?"

"Ughhh. Y-yes," Linda admitted unhappily.

"Mmm. Good. That's hot. That makes me happy," Deion said with a shit-eating grin. "Now listen up and listen good - I'm going to give you the opportunity to earn your freedom." He paused as Linda's expression brightened with the tiniest glimmer of hope. "That's right, girl. Here's the deal. You just help us get out of here. You've lived out here in the country for long enough to know the back roads, right? We don't want to rely purely on GPS. We want to take the roads least traveled, if you know my meaning. We're wanted men, girl, so we have to get creative and stay scarce. And I'm thinking you with your local knowledge might be just what we need to find a place to lie low. Do you know of a place like that?"

Linda immediately thought of a cabin that was about a half hour or so north of them. No one nearby knew about it except for her because she'd known the reclusive though kind-hearted neighbor, Mr. Patinson, who had lived there. He had died last year though and his wife had left the cabin empty, moving up to live with their kids while she decided what to do with the property. It was now abandoned, well hidden in a forested glen far from any of the main roads - or minor ones, for that matter. Only a slender gravel driveway wound through thick woods up to the cabin's back door.

Linda remembered Mr. Patinson, sweet old man that he was, inviting her and her daughters in for a spectacular dinner of steak, potatoes, and grits of all things. Her kids had loved every bite of it.

"I know a place," Linda said slowly. "It's about a half hour north of here."

Deion started the engine and flashed her another white-toothed grin.

"Well by all means why don't you be our lovely navigator then," he beamed, as if she had any choice. Soon they were pulling onto the country road. Linda had one more chance to glimpse her home as it receded behind them, and with it the last semblance of normality.

'You can do this,' she thought to herself. 'Be strong.' Survival instincts kicked in. Somehow she would have to beat these men at their own game. Somehow she would have to outsmart them and get away. And while what she'd told Deion was true that the cabin was a good place for them to go to stay out of sight, she also remembered something else about it. Something she hoped to use to her advantage.

Mr. Patinson had been an avid gun owner. Maybe, just maybe, his wife had left a gun behind, stashed in the cabin somewhere. But of course Deion and Aaron didn't need to know about that.

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"Which way now?"

"Right. Turn right!" Linda hissed.

Deion's face was contorted in confusion. "Turn where? There's nowhere to turn, bitch!" he growled.

"Turn here!" Linda shrieked.

Deion spun the steering wheel. Suddenly tree branches were scraping the sides of the minivan, but the two men realized that Linda had guided them successfully onto some kind of gravel pathway. It wound up into the hills and then dipped back downward into a little valley shaded by a thick canopy of old growth trees. All around them moss-covered elms and oaks and taller, more delicate aspens towered overhead like a natural roof.

Then the cabin peeked into view. Its rustic brown and slate-gray logs and siding slid into view as the minivan came to a sudden stop.

"We're here," Linda said quietly.

Deion reached back to high-five his companion. "Nice. You did good, Linda. Very good. Let's get this minivan out of sight and have ourselves a look around."

The gorgeous Asian American woman almost wanted to ask if they would let her go since she'd held up her end of the bargain and found them their out-of-the-way place. But she wasn't stupid. She knew they would be worried she would talk and just tell the police where to find them. She knew they weren't letting her go, no matter what lies Deion chose to tell her.

So instead she played along. Linda helped them screen the vehicle with fallen tree branches and loose brush until the minivan was well camouflaged at the edge of the clearing about 150 feet from the cabin.

Deion broke into the cabin with the efficiency of a brutal criminal. Bashing the glass of a window in with his clothed elbow, he then opened it and climbed in. Moments later, he opened the back door for Aaron and Linda to enter.

Linda remembered seeing a rifle hanging over the mantle in the family room. She immediately went there first, but to her disappointment it was gone.

'I'm letting hope get the best of me,' she realized with a sour taste in her mouth. Maybe it was for the best. Any gun they found here would just give her two captors another weapon to control her and just make them that more dangerous. She remembered old Patinson talking about his shotgun collection which he kept upstairs though. Perhaps she could...

But before she could try wandering off, she felt a hand slip around her wrist.

"Where you think you're going, bitch? We're hungry," Aaron growled. "Take off those clothes and make us some food."

"I... I can make you something to eat with my clothes on," Linda protested.

"You COULD," Aaron replied with a vicious gleam in his eye, "but I prefer my fuck-toys to cook NAKED." He slapped her across the face and spun her around. "And it's been a long time since I've had pussy for company, slut, so you better learn to obey with a lot less backtalk."

Linda quickly shed her clothing. Much to her dismay, she felt a fresh surge of humiliation as her bare nipples puckered up in the cabin's chilly interior and her sex felt the cool air. She hated every second of it but the two men stared at her with approval. The slender Asian American woman began to rummage through the kitchen to see what she could find. There were some canned beans and more cans of various types of soup. She poured them into a skillet and turned on the stovetop. It flared to life.

Retrieving a spatula, she began to stir as the makeshift stew slowly reached a boil.

"Mmmm. Smells good, bitch. You're doing great," Aaron said as he walked up to her. His one hand slipped between her legs to cup her pussy even as she felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck.

"Please, I'm trying to cook. I can't concentrate," she whimpered.

"Slut, you'll have to learn how to multi-task if you want to make it as our fuck-toy," Deion interrupted. The big black man shrugged out of his clothing and strode up to her, naked and bristling with muscle. He looked like a Zulu warrior from a bygone century, big and scary and mean. And most of all, powerful.

"Keep cooking."

Even as the convict said this, he stepped up beside her and flicked Aaron aside. The younger convict just looked on, slack-jawed with lust, as his more authoritative partner took up position. He lined up his raging erection with Linda's pussy and slowly eased into her from behind.

Linda gasped. It was only through the mightiest efforts of concentration that she managed to keep stirring the soup while the African brute began to fuck her from behind. His one hand slid to her hip while the other gripped the top of her right shoulder. He held her steady as his manhood slid into her womanhood like a perfect key fitting into its one and only lock. Her cunt, still slimy from her earlier coupling, easily took him in with each stroke. She could hardly concentrate, the friction of his sliding penis sending ricochets of traitorous sensations throughout her body, awakening a primal femininity she was desperate to deny.

Without realizing it, she'd began to pant as she stirred the soup.

"Please," Linda protested. "Please, I'm trying, but I can't concentrate with you inside me."

"Try harder then, girl," Deion said, his voice a lot gentler now. He leaned in against her, his lips laying soft kisses down her neck even as his cock fully sheathed itself in her now juiced-up snatch.

"Aaron, grab me Linda's bag of toiletries, will you?"

The beta convict returned a few moments later with a question in his upraised eyebrows.

"Boss?"

"She got a razor in there?"

Aaron drew it out. "Yeah. Why?"

Deion drew his shaft out of Linda slowly, with tantalizing, agonizing deliberateness, before suddenly smacking their bodies together once more. The Asian American beauty felt her nipples harden almost painfully, her breasts aching to match the twinge that now snuck through her pussy. She pressed her buttocks backward, meeting his next thrust in an act that made her glad no one but these two deviants could see it.

"Mmm. Yes, your pussy loves my cock, you little whore. Surrender to what you know you want," Deion breathed. Then he turned back toward Aaron. "Leave the razor on the counter and bring the shaving cream and the small pair of scissors I packed in the bag behind the driver's seat." Now he leaned in and whispered in Linda's ear the most devastating promise yet as his shaft once more filled her silken sheath. "Once we're done eating, I'm going to shave your pussy, Linda. Would you like that? Would you like me to make you even sexier with that tight pussy completely bare and ready to take more cock?"

Linda stifled a moan as the big black man moved faster and faster. His pectoral muscles strained a bit as he now held her strongly by both her hips and pounded their bodies together. The Asian American woman trembled and a shook a little under the force of his impacts. His harsh thrusts reached a crescendo as he neared his climax. The soup was finally ready, its aromas filling the kitchen and the living room beyond.

"UHHH!!!! UHHHH!!!" Deion's gasps of pleasure were now dark primal sounds that filled her ears. Linda dropped the spatula and turned off the stove. Then she gripped the edge of the stovetop with both hands in a white-knuckled grip and groaned as she felt Deion's straining manhood plunge deep inside her. She felt throes of pleasure coursing through her body as he came inside her, his cock fountaining huge bursts of seed from the deep reservoir of his African balls.

'Oh god,' Linda marveled. Harry had never cum like this in her. He had never filled her up like this monster could. The beautiful mother of two just moaned softly as the last of Deion's twitching cock had its way with her despoiled sex, filling her until the very last drop had been wrested from his well-spent testicles.

With a sigh, Deion withdrew. He gave the woman an affectionate slap on the ass even as a long, stringy thread of cum slipped between her labia to the floor.

"Mmmm. Aaron and I will get seated while you set the table and serve us, bitch. After we start eating, you can join us."

Linda turned around, still faint from the near-orgasm and the surge of arousal that his climaxing shaft had created as it warmed and reclaimed her pussy with its sticky cargo.

'You sick bastard,' she thought. 'I hate you.' And yet her body thrummed with a certain libido that begged for more. At odds with her will, the primordial part of her brain seemed hellbent on telling a very different story.

One of a shameful surrender that might just ensure her survival better than any resistance or attempt to outsmart her two captors ever could...

TO BE CONTINUED...