Miss Yus Adventure Ch 07

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

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Linda moaned as the sensation of bliss coiling below her stomach grew and grew. She was riding high now. As her pussy slammed down, engulfing the lifelike penis, she felt her juices soaking every inch of it. Her libido soared higher as she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and felt herself cum hard.

"Uuuuuhhhhh!!!"

Her legs and hips felt like they would be sore from all her exertions, but she kept going. She opened her eyes and kept on pumping her sex up and down the giant pink phallus.

The tenting beneath Aaron's pants removed any doubt as to how arousing the convict had found her display: but that didn't bode as well as one might expect. Linda's heart sank as she reminded herself of something: Aaron was a sick and sadistic bastard. Unlike Deion, who she felt relatively safe around, Aaron had already tried to kill her once, and she had a feeling that although he might be on his best behavior for the time being, the slender-of-build yet vicious 21-year-old criminal would do so again.

"Not bad, bitch. You know how to put on quite the show." Aaron walked over and picked up Linda's glasses off the floor. Then he approached her and put them back on her face in a surprisingly delicate gesture. Linda blinked in shock, staring at her captor and rapist as he reached out to fondle her supple cones. His eyes dipped lower, watching where her recently shaved snatch continued to engulf that expertly crafted, vein-covered cock.

"You know what, though? Just sitting here with blue balls watching you isn't my idea of fun. Stay here and keep fucking. I've got an idea to make this more enjoyable for me."

Oh no. The sexy Asian American woman didn't like the sound of that. What could she do, though? She kept moaning and pumping her cunt up and down 'Big Pinky,' as Deion had called it, still imagining that it was her husband Harry's manhood deep inside her.

'I'm so sorry, Harry.' What would her dead husband think if he could see her now? The thought sent ripples of shame through her. Only the thought of getting back to her daughters safely and in one piece gave her the will to continue to degrade herself so.

Aaron returned a few moments later. Linda's eyes widened as she saw what was in his hands.

A leather belt. And not just any belt either: it was her husband Harry's old belt.

The wiry convict approached her. His angular face and shaved head gave him a look of jaded nihilism as he strode up to her to mete out some punishment.

"Now THIS is more like it." Without further warning, he slammed the belt across Linda's chest. The Asian American beauty squealed as the belt buckle smacked against her left breast.

"AYY!"

"Yeah. Sing for me, whore. Jut out those tits while you keep fingering your clit and impaling yourself on that cock. Don't you dare keep those big melons from me, bitch. Proudly display them for punishment. Oh, and while you're at it, I've been meaning to ask you something."

"A-ask?" Linda sputtered. "Please Sir, I'll answer your questions. You don't have to hit me."

SMACK. The belt came for another blow right across Linda's sensual cones. Her breasts jiggled wildly from the impact, wresting a low but prolonged groan from her lips.

"Uuuuh!"

"I know I don't have to, cunt, but I ENJOY it. Now shut up and only speak when I have a direct question for you. Got it?"

Linda nodded, her pussy sliding down the silicone spike. Her fingers were rubbing feverishly against her clit, maintaining a degree of mounting arousal despite the occasional slap of the belt which Aaron now used as a makeshift whip.

"These beautiful tits of yours... why are their nipples pink? I thought all Asian whores had brown nipples," Aaron grumbled, almost accusatory, as if Linda had let him down by not conforming to type.

It took the gorgeous mother-of-two a second to realize the incredible question he was asking.

'Are you stupid?' she thought. But she already knew the answer. This convict's brain capacity was nothing to write home about. What he lacked in smarts, though, he seemed to make up for in brutality and finding inventive ways to inflict pain. So Linda tried to answer him as best she could.

"My mother was Chinese, but my father's ancestral line goes back to Europe," she replied carefully. She began to pant as the twinge of bliss grew and grew. She was so close now to her second orgasm on the dildo. Her body lunged onto it as if the tip of that phallus contained her salvation. The wet sounds of suction seemed almost deafening as her aroused pussy continued to cream up along its impressive contours.

SLAP. Once again, Aaron lashed the belt across the woman's chest. Her supple jugs shook with the force of the blow and she groaned. But the train of pleasure seemed ready to overwhelm the bite of the belt.

SMACK! SLAP!! SMACK!! As if offended by the rising libido infusing the woman's entire body, the disgruntled convict continued to beat her. He slammed the belt against those beautiful breasts until they were both adorned with more than a few red marks and budding welts.

"You fucking whore! Say it. Say 'I'm a fucking whore'!"

"I'm a fucking whore!" Linda cried out, and the smack of the belt-whip thundered again as the naked woman bounced and writhed, her sex bottoming out on her favorite ultra-sized dildo.

But the tsunami of joy emanating from Linda's throbbing clitoris wouldn't be denied. With a sigh of surrender, the busty Asian American beauty rose up and plunged once more onto that sword-like pink monstrosity, fingers furiously rubbing herself as she came. Her juices spurted down the shaft, cunt convulsing in the throes of climax, her body trembling as Linda's eyes rolled up in her head, her neck jerking backward. Only one thought now slammed through her psyche: 'OH GOD YES! HARRY I LOVE YOU!'

For a moment, she'd immersed herself in a fantasy and conjured up an intimacy with her dead husband that seemed almost deplorable given the sickening circumstances. Her only defense was that for the sake of her own sanity, imagining that she rode Harry's cock, that he lay beneath her with his adoring gaze looking up at her and his tender hands cupping her breasts - that had proved a powerful ploy to blot out reality, of keeping the pain of the welts on her tits and Aaron's viciousness at bay.

It took her quite some time to come down from the intensity of the high. Her dazed eyes finally took notice of her captor again, the cloud of euphoria dissipating. By now her sticky fluids had drenched every inch of the silicone spike. The throbbing ache in her sated pussy felt like a second heartbeat. With a grimace, Aaron threw the belt aside.

"Congratulations on cumming again, bitch. Keep stuffing that dildo up your pussy." Now, stripping once more, the young convict jumped onto the table and presented his pulsing, reinvigorated erection. "You can suck me off while you keep fucking Big Pinky there. Once you make me CUM down your throat, guess what happens next?"

When she didn't answer right away, he slapped her.

"AHH!"

"I said, 'guess!'" he thundered.

Linda looked up at him uncertainly. Even though the residual pleasure of her orgasm still flowed through her veins, that euphoric feeling was rapidly giving way to fear. "I... I don't know, Sir. Please tell me. Please don't hit me."

Aaron reached down and pinched both of the naked woman's nipples hard. Her screech seemed to bring his cock even harder to attention. A fresh glob of pre-cum even poked from the tip.

"After I'm down cumming, slut, then I want to piss down your throat. That's right. You get to be my toilet."

Hiding her disgust, Linda nodded numbly.

'When is Deion coming back?' she wondered. As much as she hated both of these savage miscreants who had kidnapped her, the big black man was by far the lesser of two evils. The sooner Deion woke up from his nap and rejoined them, as far as Linda was concerned, the better...

Now Aaron presented the egg-shaped crown of his man-meat to his captive's lips.

"Well, bitch? What are you waiting for?"

Opening, Linda let him slide the cock into her mouth. She let her cheeks hollow out as she began to suck him. Her submissive slurps began to echo in the room in time to the wet squelches of her plunging pussy sheathing that immortally stiff pink penis. Soon her jaw was rippling with effort as she moaned softly, fucked herself on the dildo, and prayed that Deion would return before this sick and twisted thug made her drink his piss.

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MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE YU HOME...

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"I'm worried about Mom."

Linda Yu's 10-year-old daughter, Olivia, huddled against her big sister.

Tara kissed the top of her little sister's head and tried to put on a brave front. Tried not to show her worry. But truth be told, Tara was worried sick. Scratch that. Worried to the point of terror. It wasn't like Mom to just disappear. When she hadn't called and hadn't had Brandon's mom come bring her report in to school, Tara had been pissed at first. But her anger had quickly evaporated, replaced by concern. And that concern had rapidly inflated into full-on panic.

And now Tara knew, she knew for a fact that that panic had been justified.

"SSSHHH. It'll be OK, Liv. They'll find her. Everyone's out looking for her."

"But you heard what the agent said!" Olivia protested. "There are 34 escaped convicts from the bus that overturned. That's 34 scary bad men, and any one of them might have taken her! And the cops might be good, but even they can't cover everywhere at once. How are they going to not only track down all of the prisoners, but do so before the one who took Mom hurts her?" Tears spilled down Olivia's face.

Tara's heart broke at the sight and sound of her sister's sobs. She cradled Olivia even closer, hugging her tight and filling her sister's ears with soothing whispers.

"It'll be all right. I promise, it'll be all right." She repeated that mantra like the protective chant of a shaman, as if it might somehow save their loving mother from whatever hell had her in its jaws.

"Girls. Excuse me. Girls?"

It took Tara a moment to realize that someone was walking toward them. The flashing lights of the police cars parked up and down the road still threw the world in a colorful barrage of fire and ice.

A tall, lean, and muscular man in a wide-brimmed hat and brown bulletproof vest was walking toward her. She knew that grizzled face. It was a familiar face. One that comforted her in a time like this.

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Samuel Crockett, sheriff of Darden County, Virginia, had one hell of a shitshow on his hands. There was no other way to put it.

As he approached the two daughters of the woman missing, Linda Yu, he couldn't help feel a pang of sorrow. They were good kids and their mom was a good woman. The sheriff knew many of the local residents because he remained dedicated to his community. He had seen Linda at the grocery store and at the hardware store on main street, among other places.

'She's a good-looking woman,' Sam thought to himself. 'What a waste. I hope one of those sons of bitches hasn't taken her.' He put those thoughts aside as he approached the girls.

"Girls? Excuse me. Girls? Tara, right? And Olivia?" Sheriff Crockett never forgot a face or a name. It was a skill that came in handy too, in his line of work.

Olivia sniffed and tried to swipe at the tears on her cheek. Tara looked up, her own eyes puffy and red, but she kept up a resolute face, probably for her sister's sake.

"Girls, I'm sorry, I know how tough the last few hours have been, and believe me, we will do everything we can to find your mom," Sheriff Crockett began.

"I know you will, Sheriff," Tara said, sniffling as she gave her sister a comforting squeeze.

"Listen, I know Agent Spark already questioned you, but if you're up for it, I was hoping we could talk. Do you think you might have it in you to answer just a few more questions for me?"

Tara and Olivia both nodded.

"Sure, Sheriff. What about?"

"Can I ask you a few more questions about that phone call you had with your mom? When you called her from school?"

Tara nodded and proceeded to recall everything in as much detail as she possibly could.

It wasn't that Sheriff Crockett didn't trust that Spark, the so-called 'acting agent in charge' of the task force to round up all the escaped convicts, hadn't performed his due diligence and done his job.

OK, actually screw that. It was exactly that.

Sheriff Samuel Crockett didn't trust the Feds any further than he could throw him. In the sheriff's twenty years of experience on the job, he had found Feds to generally be overconfident pricks. And right now, in a situation like this, that was the LAST thing they needed. He had already spent a good half hour arguing with Agent Spark about the overall direction and strategy of the manhunt.

Agent Spark was confident that they'd put up the roadblocks soon enough and had enough birds in the air. That there was no possible way the stolen minivan from Miss Yu's garage could have gotten more than a few miles. Agent Spark was certain it was tucked away somewhere in the woods off of the country road they were standing beside, that whatever fugitives had taken Miss Yu had hunkered down somewhere in the thickly wooded area a few miles west of the house.

Samuel Crockett knew that that was a bunch of hokum. And hokum, in the sheriff's book, meant nothing but nonsense, plain and simple.

'That candy-ass cowboy doesn't know which way is up,' Sheriff Crockett had decided with a sigh as he'd finally had enough and hung up on the dumb SOB. Nominally, Agent Spark had promised to keep Crockett in the loop. Sam wasn't planning on holding his breath though. Nope. Sheriff Crockett would do his own legwork and do what he had to do to keep the people of his community safe. As for the Feds? Well, they could go kiss his glorious posterior.

Sheriff Crockett strode back to his SUV. Waiting for him there was his young, hot, and extremely fit 22-year-old blonde deputy, Kara Jordan. The blue-eyed beauty gave him a long look as he slid behind the wheel.

"Well. You get anything?"

Sheriff Crockett thoughtfully scratched at the stubble on his chin. "Maybe nothing, but something Miss Yu's older daughter said is activating my spidey senses."

Kara rolled her eyes. "Oh please not the 'spidey senses' again. You know I fucking hate spiders. Can't we just call it something else?"

The sheriff grinned. "Fine. Call it intuition then. Happy?"

"Very," Kara said with a wink and a grin of her own.

Kara Jordan. She was young but also plucky, smart, and dedicated. She was by far his best deputy. It was too bad that they had such a complicated situation between the two of them. Although Sheriff Crockett was happily married to a wonderful woman for over a decade now, well... long nights and the lonely work of policing sometimes created unexpected intimacies. He and Kara hadn't meant to become a thing but, well, the animal magnetism and attraction between them had been too strong to ignore.

Yes, much to Sheriff Crockett's chagrin, he was fucking his deputy. He was fucking his very hot, very competent and very much subordinate young deputy.

'I'm going to hell,' was a thought that crossed his mind often, if not on a daily basis then definitely a weekly one. But what could he do? He was a man. He had needs. It didn't mean he didn't still love his wife. Besides, some secrets in a marriage were healthy. Brenda would never have to know.

Maybe that was why Sheriff Crockett was as determined as ever to hunt down each and every last one of these SOBs and save the missing Linda Yu. 'The more I sin, the more I want to make up for it,' he thought ruefully.

If he was going to be a jackass, at least he could be a jackass who saved lives.

"So???" Kara prompted.

She was so cute when she looked at him all feisty like that. Her crystal-blue eyes zeroed in on him like arrows, and her short crop of straight golden locks didn't even dust her shoulders. She was slender yet well muscled for a female. She was his type of gal, through and through. Kara had a fine pair of tits on her too, no two ways about it. Fine enough to confirm Crockett's belief in a benevolent higher being.

Forcing his mind back to what mattered, the sheriff returned to the task at hand.

"So, the older daughter mentioned that her mother sounded anxious and seemed hellbent on preventing anyone from coming over to the house. I think we should assume that the escaped prisoner or prisoners were already in the house by then and controlling Linda's every word."

"Stands to reason. But how does that help us?" Kara prodded.

"It doesn't... except..." A light flipped on somewhere in the recesses of Sheriff Crockett's mind. "Except, talking to Linda's daughters reminded me of a conversation Linda and I had when I saw her at the Foodstuffs-N-Go a while back."

"Okay..." Kara sounded curious but equally impatient in a 'Get to the damn point!' kind of way.

"I remember Linda talking about how sad she was at the passing of Mr. Patinson. You remember Mr. Patinson, who lived off the grid, out beyond the old logging roads off of route 16?"

Kara nodded. "Sure do."

"Well, he passed away some time back. His poor widow moved up north to be with her kids. That cabin, wherever it is, has to be abandoned now. So here's my thought then. If Linda knew Patinson well enough to feel some sorrow and not insignificant grief at the man's passing, it stands to reason I think that the two had more than a passing familiarity. I'm thinking maybe that the two of them might have had each other over to each other's homes."

"Makes sense," Kara replied.

"And given that," the sheriff continued, "it makes me wonder whether this isolated cabin might be a place that Linda's captors forced her to take them to. Wouldn't be the dumbest thing for a bunch of desperate convicts to do, would it?"

"True," Kara admitted. "But don't you think Agent Spark knows about it?" Kara paused a moment before rushing on. "And if he doesn't, don't you think we should say something to him? Have him get a team out there?"

Sheriff Crockett snorted.

"Are you kidding me, rookie?" He always called his favorite deputy 'rookie' as an affectionate nickname, sometimes to give her a hard time too. "There is no way I'm going to let the Feds get all the credit for collaring those SOBs, assuming they're hunkered down out there. No, you and I can handle this. They're unarmed and they don't know a thing about the terrain. I know this county like the back of my hand."

He paused before busting out a wolfish grin. "Besides, can you imagine the look on Agent Spark's face when a local sheriff and sheriff's deputy are the FIRST to nab some of the fugitives? That baby-faced asshole will have all kinds of egg on his face, don't you think?"

His gorgeous young deputy flashed a smile. "You don't seem too broken up about that prospect, Sheriff," she said in that sexy drawl only she could manage.

"Not a bit, girl. Not a bit," he confirmed with a chuckle as he put the SUV into gear.

TO BE CONTINUED...