SPRING BREAK by allene
Trish, Buffy and I decided to drive to Florida for Spring Break. Trish's dad was
an old car buff and had restored a 1970 Cadillac convertible for her. It was
huge and the three of us could sit in the front seat easily. We decided it would
be fun to tease the truckers on the way down who could easily see into the open
car so we wore our tiniest micro-skirts and T-shirts cut off just below the
VASSAR logo so we could flash our boobs. We thought that would be good practice
for the wet t-shirt contests we planned to enter.
We all had great bodies from practising our cheerleader routines and were sure
at least one of us would win and even if we didn't we would be able to pick and
choose among the boys for dates.
We had a great time going down. Buffy's brother had bought us a case of beer
which we stuffed into coolers of ice and we were laughing and chugging the beer
enjoying the stares and erratic driving of the truckers when we pulled up our
skirts to show our tiny panties or jerked up the t-shirts.
We almost made it. When we stopped for snacks in Georgia Buffy noticed a
secondary road that seemed to be a shortcut in the map. Since she had been
designated as navigator we tried it. It was just two lane blacktop with very few
cars. We missed not being able to shake up the truckers but found a new
diversion. We began throwing the empty beer cans at mail boxes while Trish
bombed along about 70 in the 55MPH speed limit.
All of a sudden we were shocked by a loud siren behind us. Trish said, "Oh shit!
This is gonna cost me." Little did she know.
She pulled over and Buffy suggested she wrap a fifty dollar bill around her
license since she had heard the hick cops often accepted bribes. Trish slid
forward in her seat to pull her skirt right up to the crotch and when this fat
cop in a faded uniform came to the door she said innocently, "Hi Officer. Did I
do something wrong?" and handed him her license with the fifty wrapped around
it.
He stared at her thighs then looked at the license saying, "What is the fifty
for?"
Trish smiled amnd said, "I thought I would pay the fine now to save time. We are
in a hurry to get to Florida."
He said gruffly, "Girlie this won't even come close to your fines. I have you
for speeding, destroying private property by hitting the mail boxes, open
containers, and I think you are all drunk and under age. Get out of the car. All
of you! Get in the back of my patrol car. Now!"
Trish said, "What about my car? am not going to let some doofus drive it. Dad
spent a lot of time and money restoring it."
He pulled his gun! "Girlie don't argue. Your car will be towed. You aren't going
to drive it one more foot until you have had a breathalyzer."
We felt sick. Our vacation would be ruined. We had money and plastic so the
fines would be no problem but if Trishes license was taken her dad would shit.
Buffy and my folks would shit if they found out we had been arrested.
Obviously we weren't going to take the chance this idiot may shoot us so we got
out of the car and into the backseat of his which had no door handles and a
screen between the front and back seat.
It was bad enough to be frightened by our arrest but he made it worse by ranting
on about how he hated us rich kids that thought we owned the world and that we
should be ashamed of being such sluts and that he may add indecent exposure to
our crimes.
He made a right turn into another little road that led into the woods until we
came to a town. It looked like a ghost town! There was a big factory building
with broken windows and obviously vacant and all the businesses except a little
convenience store had the windows and doors boarded up.
He dove up to a concrete building with just a sign saying "JAIL" over the door
and led us in to put us in individual cells while saying, "You can wait here
while I get the judge." The cells were terrible. Just a big iron bed and a five
gallon bbucket obviously to be used as a toilet. As bad as I had to pee after
all the beer I resolved I would die before I squatted over it with no privacy.
Once we were securely locked up he just stood and stared at us for a minute. I
wished I was wearing coveralls and I am sure the other girls felt the same way.
Then Trish said, "For Chrissakes. Go get the judge. We are in a hurry."
He just smiled evilly and said, "There aint no judge. I am judge, jury and
executioner. The only people in town are my sister, brother and me since the
fucking factory closed to move down to Mexico for the cheap spick labor. We
wouldn't be here either if I had not come up with this scheme."
Trish said, "You mean you can make a living off of traffic tickets?"
"Hell no. There is more to it than that. You girls are worth money!"
Trish said, "Oh shit girls! We have been kidnapped. How much ransom are you
going to want? Our folks have most of their money tied up in investments."
He just grinned again and said, "Do you think I am that stupid? How could we
collect ransom? FBI would be crawling all over any place we had your folks put
it. No, once you are trained you are worth a mint in the slave market. Also my
brother will pick up your car and we will make a phony bill of sale to sell it
at a good price in the carribbean where it can't be traced."
We all began crying. How could this terrible thing happen to us?
He went into Trish's cell and said, "Okay girlie. Let's see if you look as good
as I think. Get those clothes off. Everything! Even the shoes and socks."
"Fuck you! You prick! Dad will be calling our motel in a few hours to make sure
we got there alright and if we aren't there he will call the real cops. You had
better turn us loose now or you will be in jail forever!"
I knew that was a lie. Her folks were on a cruise with my folks and Buffy's and
we hadn't been able to find a motel with a vacancy. We had hoped we might bunk
with some of the other girls from school. I had to admire the lie and hoped it
would scare him.
He just walked over her and said, "Bullshit. The cops won't take a missing
report until you have been gone 24 hours. By then there will be no trace of you.
Now get those clothes off!"
Trish put an arm over her breasts and the other over her crotch as she shrilled,
"No! No!"
He went closer to her and yelled, "No? You will never use that word again!"
He punched her in the stomach! Hard! She fell to the floor gagging and trying to
breathe. While she was still trying to get her breath he picked her up and laid
her over the 2 inch pipes of the footboard of the bed and jerked her arms over
to handcuffs at the sides of the bed springs. Then I noticed more cuffs at the
legs of the foot board which he quickly snapped over her ankles. He walked out
leaving her there with her skirt up to her waist in that horribly bound
position.
Trish got back her breath and began struggling to get loose but all that did was
push her t-shirt up until her cute round boobs were rubbing on the dirty
mattress. She gave up and slumped to the mattress just as he returned.
He was carrying a riding crop! I was familiar with it. They were so evil I
wouldn't use one on my horse but Trish had. I was sure she would know now how
the horse had felt.
He went over to her and said, "A 'No' is worth twenty lashes and twenty more
anytime I hear it."
The quirt dug deep into the roundest part of her thinly clad butt and by the
tenth the panties were ripped and Trish scramed, "No! No more! I will take off
my clothes. Damn you!"
He growled, "Stupid bitch. That is two more 'No,s'."
She screamed and screamed as he slammed the sixty lashes into her until her
panties were in tatters and her voice went hoarse. Finally her body just jerked
at each lash as she became too exhausted to struggle then she fainted.
He left her cell and walked into Buffy's. He stared at her trembliing body a
moment then said, "Are you going to refuse to strip?"
She started to say "No." but caught herself changing it to "Nggg. I will strip
for you. Please don't hurt me. I will do anything you want."
"Good. Do it nice and slow. I want to see your naked skin a little at a time."
I knew that normally Buffy loved to strip in front of boys but this was totally
different. There was no music or excited boys. Just this ugly man with his day
old scruffy beard and beer belly staring at her malevolently.
She slowly slid her t-shirt up and over her head to show her 38D boobs she was
normally proud of but this time it just made her blush and tremble, she slowly
unzipped the skirt to slide it down and let it puddle at her feet then paused in
only her nearly transparent panties until he said, "Those too."
She made a little moan then slid down the panties slowly revealing her bikini
waxed pussy which hid nothing.
He went over to her and grabbed both her breasts squeeezing them until his
fingers went deep into them and then piinching and pulling on the nipples as she
gasped and trembled obviously fighting her impuls to push him away or grab his
hands.
As he did it he said, "I hope you do something wrong. I will love to see these
bouncing under my quirt."
She blanched at the thought and moaned, "Please. Please! I will be good."
"Good. Now kneel down and unzip my pants to give me a great blow job."
The idea horrified her so much she forgot and whined, "No. Please. It will make
me sick."
He smiile evilly and said, "That is a 'No'. Go over and lean back against the
wall."
She whined "Oh God. Pleases. Please!" but she slowly backed up to the wall as he
moved toward her.
When her butt hit the wall he said, "Put your hands on your head. If you take
them down I will start over."
She sobbed and tears rolled down her cheeks as she put her hands on her head. I
couldn't help but admire how beautiful her boobs looked as they rose to
eliminate any sag.
He started beating her poor tits with the quirt! She screamed and almost ripped
out her hair in the effort to keep her hands in place as her boobs jumped and
quivered under the quirt. By the time he finished they were a maroon color and
had swollen and she was crying hysterically.
He smiled and put his hand on his crotch to move the huge lump into a more
comfortable position then left to lock her door and come to mine.
He came in and said, "Are you ready to strip?
I had determined not to use the "No" word no matter what he would want and said
in a trembly voice, "Yes. I will try to make you happy."
I began the slow strip dreading the panty part knowing my pussy was completely
hairless. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was not him but my boyfriend
I was stripping for but he would not allow that fantasy by yelling, "Open your
eyes. Look at me!"
Shame and humiliation returned as I looked at his ugly leering face but I knew I
had to continue. I slid down the panties and stood at attention with my legs
apart as he ordered. I swear I could feel his eyes covering every inch of my
body as tears dripped off my chin to splash on my breasts.
By then Trish was awake and her and Buffy were staring at me. I wished they had
the decency to look away as that just added to my humiliation as I stood there
wondering what else I would have to suffer. His next statement made me realize
even my complete submission would not allow me to escape pain.
He grinned at me like a kid with a new toy and said, "You mind very well but you
should at least have a taste of pain to make sure you continue to be good. Come
over here and slide my belt out of my pants."
I knew it would be used on me and whined avoiding the "N" word, "Please. Do I
have to? I have done what you asked."
"Yes and if you argue you will be punished more. Now do it!"
I went to him now sobbing and slid out the belt and let it hang from my hand. My
only consolation was that it seemed much less severe than that terrible quirt he
had used on Trish to bruise her so terribly.
"Good. Give it to me and say, 'Please give me 5 spanks on my butt.' Bend over
and hold on to your knees for it."
God this would be the ultimate humiliation to actually ask for pain! I wished I
could be brave like Trish but knew that would be foolish since it would just be
worse.
I sobbed. "Please give me five spanks on my butt" then turned and bent over to
grip my knees tightly to brace for the pain.
It was weird I heard the "whir" of the belt and the "Splat!" before I felt the
sharp sting on my butt. I had never been spanked before and was actually
relieved it was not as bad as I had feared. He had told me to ask for the spanks
by counting the next number and at two he hit lower at the bottom of my butt
which stung even more but was still bearable. I was able to continue to hold on
to my knnes and keep my response to gasps and shudders until 5 which landed on a
previously spanked place that stung enough to make me scream.
He said, "Good girl! Now turn around and stand up."
I know it sounds weird but his "Good Girl" pleased me and I felt a little proud
I was able to do as he asked. Unfortunately it was not over.
He said, "Put your hands on your head and push out your tits then ask me to give
you four spanks on your breasts."
The thought was horrifying! I whimpered "Please don't do this! I have been
good!"
"Would you rather argue and get twenty?
"Oh no sir. Please give me four spanks on my boobies."
At one he hit the side of my left breast to make a horrible sting that seemed to
sink in deeply and made it slap into my right breast. It took all my nerve to
say "Two" He hit the outside of my right breast to make another sting and make
it slap into my left breast. I paused a moment feeling the terrible stings seem
to sink into my body before saying "Three." The tip hit into my cleavage to jerk
my breast toward my armpit and drag ove my nipple. I had to scream and shuddered
a moment before saying "Four." He did the same to my other breast
I stood there sobbing with tears running down my cheeks as I felt the stings
radiate from my poor boobies which were beginning to throb with each heartbeat.
I caressed them trying to soothe them as he watched in glee.
He said, "Okay last bit. Open your legs and ask for three to your snatch."
I moaned, "Oh how can you be so mean!"
He had no sympathy saying, "Are you arguing?"
I said, "Oh Jesus!" and opened my legs a little but he kept saying "Wider" until
I felt the lips open and a strain to my inner thighs."
When he was satisfied I said, "One". he brought his belt up from the floor to
sting the right side of my crotch.
To my surprise the sting was no worse than the ones to my butt and much less
than the ones to my breasts. I said "Two" and he hit the other side. The stings
radiated into my tummy and around my clitoris. It was weird! As the stings
radiated I felt an excitement much like masturbation. That feeling was stopped
when I said, "Three." He brought the belt up the center to sink into my open
slit and rip at my tender inner lips and clitoris. I let out a scream at the
paiin that seemed to go deep into my guts and slapped my legs together to stand
there sobbing and caressing my pussy in the hope it may help.
He misinterpreted that completely as he watched me rubbing my pussy saying,
"Shit! Watching you jerking off has made me rock hard. Come over here and undo
my pants to give me a great blow-job."
I looked over a Trish and Buffy who were staring wide-eyed and said, "God.
Couldn't I do it somewhere else. This is terribly humiliating to have Trish and
Buffy see." I realized asking for this concession only implied my willingness to
do it.
He would not even allow that. He said, "No. I want them to watch so they will
know how I like it done. Now get on your knees and take down my pants."
I had gone down on my boyfriend once after his begging for months and remembered
it was not too bad.
I knelt and opened his pants to let them fall to the floor revealing
surprisingly skinny hairy legs so out of proportion to his fat gut. He was not
wearing shorts. I looked up to his dick.
It was not like my boyfriends at all. It was huge and almost a maroon color with
big ugly veins looking like worms. I took it in my hand noting my fingers barely
made it around it and brought it to my mouth. As I breathed in I smelled this
vile odor and knew he had not washed it for weeks. I gagged just as he said,
"No. Don't put it in your mouth yet. First lick every inch of my balls. Be
gentle! If you hurt me I will quirt your pussy until it bleeds."
It was so gross! I had to gag several times at the taste of old sweat and
possibly cum on his hairy balls but I tried to be as gentle as possible. He had
me lick the shaft of his dick which was just as bad then put the purplish head
into my mouth being careful not to touch it with my teeth since that had made my
boy-friend scream.
My boy-friend had wanted me to suck gently and lovingly but this creep didn't.
He just grabbed my hair and began jerking my head back and forth causing me to
gag as it hit the back of my throat. I dreaded the moment his vile spunk would
flood my mouth but he wanted to humiliate me more.
He pulled back and shot his sperm in my face and eyes. He must have not been
laid for a long time because there was a lot of it and when he had squeezed out
the last drop I knelt there sobbing at the terrible treatment.
He said, "Nice Blowjob. You could make a good living doing that. I have to go
check on my brother. Be back soon. Don't any of you put on clothes!"
