Part 4
Grinning from ear to ear, Bubba watched as Jennifer reacted to what now stood
before her eyes in the kitchen.
"Yeah girl, this is all for you! Betcha didn't think food could be this much
fun!" taunted Bubba as he watched Jennifer's facial expressions change as she
tried to take in every devious purpose that she knew Bubba had in mind for her.
On the kitchen counter in front of her sat the familiar penis-shaped sex toys,
but now they were accompanied by several other items: cucumbers of all lengths
and diameters, long carrots, several bananas, that dreaded bottle of tobasco
sauce, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a bowl of green seedless grapes and a large
gynecologist's speculum, a device that Jennifer recognized immediately from
her annual exam. Her mind reeled with the possibilities of how Bubba would be
using the objects on her body, and it made her begin to panic again.
"Please!!" begged Jennifer as she turned and dropped to her knees in front of
Bubba. "How can you do this to me?? I can't take anymore of this, I'm trying
to be good, but I don't want any more of this, I want to go home!"
Bubba patted her head like an obedient puppy. "Now now Jenny girl. This here
is a great opportunity for me, and you knows I just gotta take my time and have
my fun! Just think, you're kinda lucky. If you had pissed off some other guy
back there at the university, you might not be alive right now. But you are
going to get outta this, because you're a smart college educated girl, right
Jenny?"
Jennifer wasn't sure just how much more of this she could take, but she
continued to hold onto the trust that she had in Bubba, that he would release
her, hopefully unraped, and that she could at least return home in one piece.
"But...you promised you were going to let me go soon right? Can't we just do
fun things together? When you were buzzing me with that sex toy, I was really
enjoying myself, and I was going to have an orgasm. Remember? I will do that
for you if you want!" replied Jennifer.
Bubba smiled to himself. Interesting, he thought. This was the first instance
that she had reached the acceptance and bargaining stages where she had
resigned herself completely to her fate, yet she was now trying all attempts
at compromising with him in order to minimize the amount of suffering that she
had to go through. He knew she hated his guts now more than ever, but it was
still enjoyable watching this young racist talking to him as if he was a fellow
human being. And a more powerful one at that.
"You know what Jenny? You're right. But you knows I hate when you disobey me.
You make me have to punish you like in that shower because you made some wrong
choices. If I agree to let you get some pleasure out of this, do you promise
to start making the right choices from here on in?" asked Bubba, barely able to
finish his sentence as Jennifer jumped on his proposition eagerly.
"Yes yes!! I promise I'll be good from now on, just please don't do anything
else that will hurt me please!!! Especially that thing!" said Jennifer as she
pointed towards the large plastic speculum. It was much bigger than the one
her gynecologist used on her, and knowing how much that one hurt, she had no
intentions of finding out if she would be able to stretch open more with this
monster one in front of her.
"You know what that is huh girl?" chuckled Bubba. "Well shucks, I was planning
on shoving that thing up your tight little pussy right now..."
"No!!! I'm begging you, anything but that, I'll lick your butt again for
you...anything!" replied Jennifer as she eagerly offered to do things that were
beyond her imagination only a day ago.
"Well that thing was just going to be a means to an end anyway, we've got
another approach to accomplish the same thing anyway Jenny girl, so if you
behave, and I mean 'if', then you won't get that thing crammed up your twat."
"Oh thank you." replied Jennifer in relief. Her pussy was still swollen and
sore from Bubba thrusting that God-awful butt plug through her tight opening,
that she didn't want him even thinking about going there again. Unfortunately
for her, the day was still young.
Bubba sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, resting his entire weight upon it.
"Get over her girl, I think I want to start things off with a nice romantic
kiss. I want you to climb up on my lap and shove your tongue down my throat.
The more passionate and messy you make this kiss, the less I'm going to want to
play doctor with ya, got it Jenny?"
Sadly, Jennifer nodded, and without hesitation, she placed her naked body
completely up onto Bubba's lap, straddling him so wide, that her vaginal lips
gaped open underneath her. She licked her lips to moisten them, and looked
into Bubba's face, realizing that she had to go through with this or face
something altogether entirely worse. He had been pretty consistent with his
punishments so far, and she didn't want to do anything to ruin this
"understanding" that they had seemed to come to.
Leaning forward, Jennifer started to kiss Bubba passionately, doing everything
in her power to not let her repulsion towards him show. Her tiny lips pressed
against his large pink ones, and she went through the motions of a passionate
kiss. Her tongue darted around his huge lips, and poked in between his teeth,
sliding against them, and licking over his own wet saliva-coated tongue.
As they kissed, Bubba's stirring loins became even more aggravated. They were
screaming out to their owner to quit the constant teasing they had been going
through for the past so many hours and to finally allow themselves to explode
the pent-up sperm they had been manufacturing inside him. But Bubba was
enjoying the kiss so much, that he just knew he was going to have to hold off
a little longer...Jennifer's compliance was just to incredible to lose this
early. Besides, he knew his time would come, and it was going to be that much
better once he was finally able to pump out the contents of his ever filling
balls.
Jennifer was making little mmmmmmm sounds as they kissed, and Bubba liked to
imagine that she was actually getting aroused from kissing him, however, he
knew that it was just her trying to breathe through her nose, as his huge lips
were preventing outside air from going in through her throat.
Reaching around her body, Bubba began to massage her shoulders and her back as
she continued to kiss him. Bubba noticed that she tensed up when his fingers
made contact with her skin, but then quickly she relaxed, as she realized that
he did not seem to be intending to hurt her. Moving further down her spine,
Bubba enjoyed the silky smooth feeling of Jennifer's skin against his
fingertips. She was an incredibly sexual female in every aspect. His fingers
trailed down lower to the exercise tightened globes of her ass cheeks, and he
gently squeezed and kneaded his fingers over them, cupping each tiny one in his
huge hands, and he jiggled them around slowly in concentric circles.
To Jennifer, her body was still unnerved at being built up so close to cumming,
only to be denied, and it began reacting in strange ways. She felt Bubba
rubbing her behind, and thought to herself that it actually felt nice,
although, compared to all the other hell he had put her body through, this was
a welcomed relief.
As the kiss continued, Bubba then moved his fingers lower, to gently touch her
pouting anus, poking out between her cheeks. The moment his fingers made
contact with it, Jennifer instantly sat up and looked at him with fear in her
eyes, afraid that he was going to do something to cause her pain. Bubba smiled
at her, enjoying the fearful look she was showing him, but he continued
rubbing her behind.
"I didn't say you could stop did I girl?" asked Bubba sternly.
"No...but..." replied Jennifer, still tensing up from his fingers being in so
sensitive a place.
"Then get your lips back here and your tongue back inside my mouth, NOW! I
like sharin' the spit with ya girl. You got a hot mouth."
Slowly, Jennifer resumed her kissing, now very aware of everything Bubba's
fingers were touching down below. Still reaching behind her, Bubba then found
Jennifer's still moist pussy and her protruding clit, and he began to play
with it, pulling her body closer to his.
Instantly, Jennifer moaned out into Bubba's mouth, as his fingers sparked an
almost immediate return of her arousal. She hated how wonderful her clit and
her inner muscles were feeling from being touched there, and how she was
almost hoping that he would actually let her release this time. Bubba moved
his fingers in circles, tugging on her slippery pussy lips, feeling her juices
smearing around them. His own cock was bulging in his pants, begging to be let
out, but he only continued to rub Jennifer, noticing that her kissing was
intensifying, and that her body was going through a series of natural
undulations on top of his lap. Shit, thought Bubba, she is getting totally
aroused by this!
Jennifer was not only kissing Bubba harder and bucking over his lap, but she
also began to rub her sore nipples over his chest, attempting to help bring her
body over the edge. Bubba continued his digital ministerings until he decided
she was again right on the edge, and immediately at that point, he stopped.
"No don't!!!" said Jennifer quickly as she sat up and began to press her crotch
down onto Bubba's pants, squishing her pussy lips and her entire crotch area
over them in an attempt to cum. Bubba loved the fact that it was his body
that this petite white girl was using to get herself off, and that she was
responding to all of this.
"You really want to cum dontcha?" asked Bubba.
"Oh yes!!! I totally do, please let me!!" replied Jennifer as she had her eyes
closed tightly shut in a full fledged concentrated effort to go over the
rainbow. Bubba took in the site of her beautifully shaped thin body pressing
down onto his lap, but after only a minute or two, he stopped her.
"Ok fine, but you're gonna do it my way? Ok? You trust me by now dontcha
Jenny?" asked Bubba, as he watched Jennifer's trembling body not knowing what
to do from its high arousal content.
"Anything but please, I HAVE to release, please! I can't wait!!" begged
Jennifer as she started to reach down to rub her clit with her own fingers,
seeing as how Bubba had decided to stop with his. Instantly, Bubba caught her
wrists before they could get to their destination.
"You got it babe. Here's my way to fulFILL your lust baby. Get on your hands
and knees again."
Jennifer's conditioned memory reminded her that in the recent past, that
position meant pain, and she was afraid of what he was going to do, but she
complied and went back down onto her hands and knees, jutting her delectable
rear end upwards, wanting so desperately to touch herself, have Bubba touch
her, ANYTHING that would allow her to cum!
Bubba grabbed the bowl of grapes and sat crosslegged on the floor behind her,
staring at the fascinating view of her swollen pussy lips and her star shaped
krinkled tiny asshole just a foot away from his face.
"Do you like grapes Jenny? I do, but I like mine with some extra flavoring.
Guess how I'm gonna do that?" asked Bubba. As expected, he didn't receive a
response from her, so he answered the question himself.
"I want you to start shoving grapes up your twat. If I think you're doing a
good job, your reward will be the best fuckin' orgasm of your young sweet life.
Cross my heart." said Bubba as he waited again for her reaction.
"What???" asked a worried Jennifer as his words were not sinking in for her.
Grapes??? He wanted to put grapes inside her?
"You heard me Jenny. I'm gonna watch, and if you do a good job, then I'm gonna
get the power vibe and send you on a one way ticket to paradise. Of course, I
could always tie you down and do it for you if you want..."
"No!!! I'll...I'll do it..." replied Jennifer in a worried shaky voice. Where
the hell was he getting these ideas from, she thought nervously to herself.
She turned her head to see that Bubba already had a handful of them inside his
fingers. Trembling, she reached out and took one of the grapes from him and
brought it up to her already aroused pussy. It was slightly cold, however,
she matter-of-factly pushed it past her lips and it popped inside of her. She
could feel the grape sitting just inside her opening, feeling rather out of
place, just sitting there.
"That was one. Now for number two." said Bubba as he handed her another grape.
Jennifer simply pushed that one inside her as well, feeling it bumping against
the first one, pushing it slightly deeper into her canal. After two more,
Jennifer felt the slight discomfort of the grapes lined up inside her tight
little cavity. It didn't hurt at all, but it felt strange.
"Ummmm, how many do I have to put inside me?" asked Jennifer nervously. Bubba
smiled.
"As many as I tell you to. I want you to start counting them now. Here's
number five." replied Bubba as he handed her he next grape. Jennifer sighed
deeply as she pushed the fifth grape inside her pussy, wishing she had never
left Katie to work out. This was so humiliating, and she only hoped that an
entire search team was coming after her soon!
*****
With her heart racing in her chest, Phoebe sat motionless on the toilet seat of
stall number ten. What was going to happen when Drake found her? Phoebe
clearly remembered how he had been staring at her outside in the hallway, and
now he was about to discover her sitting alone inside the men's bathroom? It
was almost too horrible to contemplate.
Drake slammed open the fourth door, and moved over to the fifth...
Phoebe closed her eyes and placed her face into her palms, hoping that Drake
would simply turn and leave, but somehow, her instincts told her that he wasn't
going to leave, and that he was going to keep checking every stall to see if
they were empty. She decided that she now knew how a Thanksgiving turkey felt.
SLAM!!! Door number five was pushed open, and Phoebe heard Drake's footsteps
and his movements becoming louder and clearer as the number of feet between
them was quickly decreasing. Oh my god, thought Phoebe, he can't possibly
hurt me, I'm only a fifteen year old girl! How could anyone harm me?
Phoebe's heart was beating much more rapidly as she heard the sixth door
slamming open, and Drake's footsteps coming even closer. Butterflies were
overcoming Phoebe's stomach and she felt as though she was growing light headed
and might faint or throw up, it was so horrible. Phoebe always knew that she
had an inquisitive, curiosity-seeking precociousness about her, and she prayed
that it wasn't going to cost her with the large black man that was quickly
coming closer to discovering her...
...SLAM!!! Door number seven. Phoebe bit her lip.
...SLAM!!! Door number eight. Phoebe had never been more afraid in her
life...
...suddenly, she heard another noise...
...it was a voice...
...it was Jason! She was saved!
"Hi, ummm, excuse me?" said Jason politely as Drake quickly pivoted a 180 to
make eye contact with him as Jason stepped into the men's room.
"Hey. Can I help you?" replied Drake as his eyes quickly surveyed the 21 year
old in front of him. Certainly not threatening to a man of Drake's stature,
he acknowledged Jason by nodding.
"I'm looking for my sister, and I was wondering if you had seen anyone in the
hallway in the past ten minutes or so? It's kind of dark out there."
Drake remembered his lust-filled vision of the young girl he had seen in the
hall a while back, and asked Jason for a description.
"Well her name is Phoebe and she's about five feet tall, maybe 90 pounds or so,
and she has brown hair, kind of to her shoulders. She's wearing a lime green
tshirt and a pair of khaki shorts. Do you think you might have seen her?"
asked Jason. Drake's cock twinged instantly as he thought of her tiny profile
with that tight rounded ass jutting out of those cute little khaki-kid's
hiking shorts. Drake decided that he was going to help this guy find his
sister, just so that he could take another good look at her. A few exchanged
words and he might have a full name to go on, in case he decided to do a
drive-by and stake out the kid's home life. Worth it, thought Drake? Yeah.
Oh yeah.
"Hmmmm," answered Drake in a kind thoughtful voice. "I don't believe I saw any
kids around here today, although I am cleaning up this wing now, and I might be
able to help you search for her if you want."
"Yeah, that would be great thanks!" replied Jason happily as Drake's looming
figure walked over to him.
Phoebe knew she had a critical decision to make. Should she expose herself
now, thereby suggesting to the large black man that she had heard something and
was willing to hide from him because of it? A million thoughts went through
Phoebe's head...maybe it was better to simply not say anything and let Drake
and Jason go off together, leaving her to continue snooping around for some
more clues. That sounded like the best approach to Phoebe, as she believed
that Drake had some connection to Jennifer; that he knew so much more than what
he had told the police. His phone conversation that she had overheard seemed
to indicate that.
Yet...on the other hand...her safety was at risk if she didn't cry out to Jason
now for help. Phoebe wanted so badly to shout out to him that she was in the
men's room, hiding. It was a hard choice.
But Jennifer's life was at stake, and Phoebe made her choice. Without uttering
a sound, she waited for a few seconds after listening to Drake and Jason leave
the bathroom, before quietly tiptoeing out of the stall she had been hiding
in. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as she crept towards the hallway
door. What if Jason and Drake had parted just outside, and Drake was about to
return? It was too horrible to think about, so Phoebe continued creeping
forward until she reached the main door. Cracking it open just a fraction of
an inch, Phoebe listened carefully, not hearing anything. Peaking her head
out into the hallway, totally relieved to be leaving the men's room, Phoebe
stepped outside and looked around. No one was in site, and the hallway was as
dark as it had been before she had left it.
Sprightly moving across the hall, Phoebe peeked into the room where Drake had
been questioned by the police. She noticed that his janitorial cart was still
there, and she knew that he would be coming back eventually to retrieve it.
As she went forward to take a quick opportunity to examine it, her heart
skipped a beat when she noticed an object sitting on a nearby chair...Drake's
cell phone! He had left it behind!
"Yessssssssss..." said Phoebe to herself as she lunged for the phone and picked
it up into her fingers. Shaking, Phoebe tried to regain her composure and
looked the phone over. Thinking quickly, Phoebe pressed the redial button in
order to capture the last number that Drake had called, the one to the man
named Bubba, whose partial phone conversation she had overheard. As soon as
it dialed, the number popped up onto the phone's digital display...555-4192!
Hanging up quickly before the second ring could happen, Phoebe took a
millisecond to commit the number to her almost photographic memory and put
down the phone. Now all she had to do, Phoebe thought to herself, was to track
down the number's owner and it might lead her right to Jennifer!
Totally proud of her heroic efforts, Phoebe had to force herself back to her
own personal reality. There was a large black man looking for her now, and he
could return to this room at any moment! Running across the room, Phoebe
stopped to quickly peek out into the hallway, but didn't see anyone in sight.
In a light jog, Phoebe began to run down the hallway in the direction that she
had originally come from, in order to find Jason, Matt and Katie to tell them
of her discovery.
Looking around the area where she had originally parted from them, Phoebe
couldn't see anyone in sight.
"Jason, where are you?" said Phoebe to herself, desperate to find him so that
she could tell him everything she observed about Drake. She decided that if
she found Drake with the others, that she would wait until he left before she
approached them.
No one seemed to be around, and Phoebe thought about perhaps returning to
Matt's car. After spending another ten minutes walking around the less than
crowded building by herself, and not having any luck finding them, Phoebe
grabbed a pencil hanging from a string attached to a bulletin board, and
removed it along with a paper advertisement. She headed back to the
Engineering carpark and found that Matt's car was still there. Thank God,
Phoebe thought, they're still on campus, somewhere, looking for her. Phoebe
took the pencil and thought for a second before she began to write Jason a
note:
"Dear Jason, I have to tell you this! That black man that you met in the
bathroom is not a nice man! His name is Drake Hodson and I overheard him
talking to a man named Bubba Johnson on the phone. I think he might know
where Jen is! I redialed his number and found that it is 555-4192. I am okay.
I am going to be at the main library researching this number. I tried to find
you but you were gone. Please come and get me when you get this note and then
we can look for Jen! Love, Phoebe."
"There!" said Phoebe as she placed the note underneath Matt's windshield wiper,
keeping it pressed tightly folded to the glass. "Now I'm going to go to the
library so I can find out your address Bubba. If you have my sister, you are
going to go to jail!" said Phoebe to herself as she left the carpark and headed
over to the library.
When she arrived, she borrowed a telephone from one of the people behind the
library counter and called Erica's cell phone hoping that she would be home,
but without any luck. She called her own number, hoping that her mom or dad
would pick up the phone. Again, no luck. She did get the answering machine
and decided that she had better leave a message so that her parents wouldn't
be worried sick about her.
"Mom, Dad, this is Pheebs. I'm at the main university library right now. If
Jason calls, PLEASE tell him to come and get me! I am going to wait here until
someone comes and gets me. Oh my God, I think I might have found out some
information about where Jen is! I am going to investigate some more and the
minute I find out anything, I am going to call you back, unless Jason picks me
up before that. I am ok, and I love you both so much! Bye." said Phoebe as
she put down the phone.
Feeling much safer in the well-lit library, Phoebe knew that she had nothing to
do but wait for Jason and the others to come and get her. In the meantime, she
wanted so badly to start investigating the phone number on her own.
After a few minutes, Phoebe was able to find a phone book section for the city,
and quickly filed her petite fingers to the J's.
"Jamieson...Jensen....Johnson!" said Phoebe as she found the Johnson section.
"Oh my God, there's like a million of them!"
There were indeed many 'B Johnsons" to go through, and no Bubbas. Checking
each number beside the name, Phoebe was terribly disappointed to find that
there wasn't any 555-4192 number beside them.
"Hmmm, does that mean that he has an unlisted number? Or maybe Drake didn't
call him at home...or maybe his name was Johnston???" thought Phoebe aloud, as
her Nancy Drew neurons were firing at all cylinders. Thinking for a moment,
Phoebe quickly flipped the phone book page to the Johnston section, however,
none of the numbers matched. Phoebe turned back several dozen pages to the
Hs.
"Hodson...Hodson..." repeated Phoebe as she found the Hodson's. Not as many
Hodsons as Johnsons, but there were 4 of them, no Drakes however.
Phoebe recorded the 4 phone numbers and the addresses onto a piece of paper,
and then closed the phone book. Still thinking about the redial number, she
wondered how she was going to be able to find out to whom or where it
belonged. She thought momentarily about calling it again, but was too afraid
that someone might pick up. A thousand possibilities went through her sharp
young mind, but in the end, she decided that if she did anything to alert the
person on the other end of the phone that someone was after them, that the
kidnapper might take Jennifer away, and they would lose the lead.
Phoebe slumped into a chair in the study area, and decided that all she could
do now was wait for Jason and the others to arrive. It drove her crazy to
think that she had so much information, but had so little she could actually
accomplish with it. She thought about calling the police to tell them, but
decided that Jason would know what the best thing to do would be.
"Ok Pheebs." she said aloud, "Half an hour. If Jason doesn't pick me up in
half an hour, then you have to call the police and tell them." Phoebe hated
feeling so helpless.
Fifteen minutes passed, and a restless Phoebe decided to approach one of the
librarians on duty. Maybe there was some way of finding out who the number
belonged to by looking it up somehow. It was worth a try, thought Phoebe.
Her heart rate picked up again, and a rush of adrenaline raced through Phoebe's
young body when the librarian told her that the library had a computer program
that allowed you to type in a phone number, and that a database would be cross
referenced to find a name in return! Excitedly, Phoebe asked the librarian to
tell anyone who was looking for her that she would up on the fifth floor of
the library where this computer existed, and the librarian smiled, saying that
she would.
Not able to wait for the elevator, Phoebe bounded up five flights of stairs as
gracefully as a gazelle until she reached the fifth floor. Opening the door of
the stairway, Phoebe stepped inside and noticed that there wasn't a soul in
sight. Of course, thought Phoebe, it was Saturday.
The fifth floor of the library was extremely musty, filled with bookshelves
that housed books from the floor to the ceiling, with attachable ladders that
slid across a track in case a student wanted to reach one of the higher up
books. After her men's room incident, Phoebe was slightly creeped out by the
quietness and barrenness of the large twisty room. Taking a few steps inside,
she couldn't find a single person in sight. It was creepy.
"Come on, don't be a scaredy-cat. Jen's life is at stake, you have to find
that computer!" said Phoebe under her breath. For a moment, she thought about
going back down to the main floor to ask a librarian for help, not liking the
idea of being upstairs all alone. Trying to be brave, Phoebe reminded herself
that she was in a public place and that no one but the librarian knew she was
up here, so she would most likely be safe. As well, Jason, Matt and Katie
would read her note that she left behind on Matt's car, and that they should be
here any second.
Continuing to walk through the quiet desolated library floor, Phoebe almost
jumped a mile when she heard a loud creaking sound, but realized that it was
only the sound of the room's ventilation system kicking in. Calming herself,
Phoebe ventured further into the room looking for any computer she could find.
It took about five minutes before she was able to find one of the only
computers in the large room, and Phoebe confirmed that she was indeed the only
person on the floor. Sitting down in front of the computer, she realized it
was off, and had to turn it on. Waiting patiently was not easy for Phoebe in
any situation, let alone something as important as this! The old machine
hummed and whirred for a few more painstaking minutes, but eventually, the
database interface popped up on the screen, and Phoebe sat up erectly to begin
looking for a way to type in her phone number.
Concentrating so acutely, Phoebe's mind totally ignored the far away sound of
the elevator door opening on the other side of the deserted room, and a set of
man's footsteps coming out of them.
"Ok....where do I type in the number? You stupid computer." muttered Phoebe as
she tried to click her way around the interface, looking for a phone entry.
"Book catalog...repository...business directory...here we go! City listings!"
said Phoebe as she began frantically clicking links to get her to an entry
page. Phoebe loved puzzles and games, and she felt that she was involved in
the middle of a mystery. Her excitement was peaking, and she felt that she was
getting closer and closer.
She wasn't the only one getting closer and closer....
A male figure stepped out of the elevator and began walking through the
library. Eventually, the figure spotted the tiny female figure of Phoebe
Madison sitting with her back turned to him, about fifty feet away,
frantically typing away on the computer keyboard. The figure began approaching
Phoebe, step by step by step by step...
"Ok here it is..." spoke Phoebe aloud, "Type in the number here...555-4192..."
Phoebe watched as a few ellipses scrolled across the screen, and finally, an
address popped up on the screen in big blue letters...
"555-4192......Charlie's Gym, 704 Hauser Street"
"YESSSS!!!!" said Phoebe triumphantly as she stared at the destination. She
did it, she found the name, thought Phoebe to herself! "Charlie's Gym...oh my
God, I wonder if that's where Jen is...I have to call the police right away!"
said Phoebe as she excitedly jumped up and pivoted around to start running back
to the elevator.
Unfortunately for Phoebe, she only made one step.
Slamming into the male figure who had been standing directly behind her, Phoebe
fell to the floor, flat on her face, knocking the wind out of her. As she
struggled to catch her breath, staring at the carpet, Phoebe's heart plummeted
as she almost forgot where she was for a split second. But that second was all
too brief. Oh my God, thought Phoebe to herself as she began to turn
around....Drake!!!
*****
Back at the education building, Jason, Matt and Katie were devastated at their
inability to find Phoebe. It just wasn't like her to run off like that,
thought Jason. After the disappearance of his older sister, the last thing he
wanted to even contemplate was his younger sister missing as well.
"Jason, we have to call the police!" said Katie, "We've looked everywhere for
her, she's simply vanished!"
"Katie's right Jay," agreed Matt. "Phoebe would never run off like that.
Something's got to be wrong."
Jason nodded his head, he knew Katie and Matt were concerned and were right, he
had to contact the police. Stopping at a payphone, Jason dialed home but
contacted the answering machine. Disappointedly, Jason explained that Phoebe
was missing and that they would be at the police station. Jason slammed down
the phone before dialing the police. Katie started to cry again, and Matt
held her tenderly in his arms.
*****
Seven grapes later, Jennifer was groaning with more than a slight discomfort.
Her pussy had twelve grapes in total inside of it, and Bubba was showing
absolutely no signs of stopping there. In fact, based on his wide toothed
grin and lewd comments, he was having a blast.
"Man Jenny girl, you have no fuckin' idea how hot it is to watch you shovin'
those grapes up your pussy. We're really goin' ta fill you up big time!"
remarked Bubba happily. Jennifer's voice wasn't anywhere near as happy.
"I'm feeling weird, please, no more!" begged Jennifer, as she wriggled her hips
in a failed attempt to stop the twelve grapes inside of her from pressing
against her inner vaginal walls.
"You'll stop when I tell ya girl, now keep cramming em in! Or my cock will be
making wine in your pussy if you get my drift."
"Nooooo!!! I'm doing it!" replied Jennifer with a renewed sense of energy.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...
Jennifer felt each grape pushing the other deeper inside her pussy every time
she shoved another one in. She began to think about how she was ever going to
get them out of her.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen...
Bubba licked his lips, watching Jennifer's delicate fingers pushing one grape
after another inside of her. He loved seeing how they would simply disappear
inside her elastically tight hole. And he had front row seats!
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one...
The first three grapes were really pressing against the back of Jennifer's
pussy, being completely slimed with her slippery secretions. Her muscles would
tighten and clench around them as she struggled to accommodate them inside of
her as easily as she could, but there was really no easy way to alleviate the
stretching feelings she was going through.
Twenty two, twenty three, twenty four...
Bubba tried to imagine how full Jennifer's pussy would be right about now. He
decided that she had an equal volume of grapes in her than the butt plug he had
shoved into her earlier. So if he was able to double that, then he would have
an accomplishment in his hands, or should he say, up Jennifer's crotch.
Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven...
"Ok that's enough!! I'm too full!!" said Jennifer as she felt as though she
was giving birth. Each grape was now a huge struggle to push in as it had to
find a way to force itself against the others. Something had to give, and
that would ultimately end up being Jennifer's pussy walls, which were
stretching out in all directions slowly but surely, causing her great
discomfort and increasing her stress level.
Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty...
"It aint near enough Jenny. We're goin' for the world record!" laughed Bubba
sadistically as he leaned in closer to watch the goings-on between the tiny
white girl's legs. Jennifer's inner pussy lips were now gaping open, and he
could see about three grapes all tightly bunched together inside her. With
each grape that she now pushed inside her, it slipped into the side with much
difficulty, sidling up to its neighbors, and caused her vaginal opening to
start to gape lewdly, wider and wider with each grape.
"Hold it!" shouted Bubba. "Pull your ass cheeks apart, we've got some cramming
to do!"
Immediately, Jennifer reached back and pulled her tight buns apart, causing
three of the grapes to pop out, one of them hitting Bubba square on the nose,
causing him to emit a burst of uproarious laughter, and causing Jennifer's
cheeks to blush a bright pink from utter humiliation.
Still smiling, Bubba began pushing his fingers against the grapes inside her
stretched out hole, forcing the deepest ones to fill in every available nook
and cranny that they could find. Jennifer gasped in pain as the grapes
mercilessly filled her up. With her vagina filling up and her rectum getting
pressed towards her back, it felt as though she totally had to go to the
bathroom and have a baby all at the same time.
"Good, that makes some more room. Come on Jenny lets see if we can make
fifty!!" said Bubba.
Jennifer lost it.
"Fuck you!! I can't put any more in me, I'm too full!" cried out Jennifer
before she had a chance to think about what she was saying. Without missing a
beat, Bubba cracked his flat hand across the center of both of Jennifer's
buttocks, spanking her with a loud SPLAAAAAT!!!
"NOOOOO!!!!!!" cried Jennifer as the heavy slap caused her to tighten up all
the muscles in her lower body, forcing three grapes to again spit out of her.
A thin stream of light green grape juice began to trickle out of her as well.
Bubba laughed. "Man, you must have some strong cunt muscles there Jenny,
you're crushin' the shit outta those poor little guys!! HA HA HA!!!" laughed
Bubba as Jennifer was gritting her teeth, trying to keep herself from kicking
him in the face.
Reaching down, Bubba grabbed the three slippery grapes and shoved them back
inside her twat, eliciting more moans and groans from Jennifer's lips.
"You're not doin' a very good job Jenny. I'm takin' over from here!" said
Bubba as Jennifer now had to concentrate on her burning rear end as well as her
constantly stretching pussy.
Bubba was able to cram eight more grapes inside her before he realized that she
had completely peaked. Thirty eight grapes! Amazing, thought Bubba. Running
his hands over her stomach, Bubba could feel her tummy bulging out from the
bulky grapes making her feel like she had a football inside her pussy. Several
grapes could be seen in her gaping twat that was bulging from the inside out.
"I aint takin' no chances with your cunt firing grapes at me again." said Bubba
as he tore off a strip of duct tape from a fresh roll and applied it right over
Jennifer's crotch. Instantly the tape congealed with the skin of her pussy,
melding to it in an incredibly strong adhesive grip. Bubba slid his hand up
and down over her duct tape covered crotch to ensure that the sticky substance
had completely adhered to her skin and the pussy hair around her lips. Tearing
off another strip, Bubba placed it over the first, and then further down
underneath her ,all the way up to her bellybutton. Jennifer knew that when
that tape had to come off, it was going to hurt like a bandaid from hell. The
thought of it made her fearful, but even worse was the fact that her vagina
was bulging outwards in every direction that it could go, making her feel
twenty pounds heavier. My poor pussy, thought Jennifer, that bastard's ruining
my tightness!
"Now don't you DARE move girl! We were twelve short of our goal of fifty, so
it looks like your ass is gonna have to make up the difference!" laughed Bubba
as he grabbed several more grapes. Jennifer begged and pleaded for him not
to, but she willed herself to remain on her hands and knees as Bubba sucked
each grape before pushing them past her incredibly tight sphincter muscles.
Sure enough, twelve grapes were pressed up Jennifer's rectum, making it a total
of fifty inside of her. Bubba was pleased as he placed another strip of duct
tape over her asshole and up to her tail bone, patting it down until he knew
it was not going to give.
"There! Perfect! Now stand up girl, we got some more gymnastics to do!"
How in the hell could he make her do gymnastics with all of those grapes inside
of her, Jennifer thought to herself...the volume of them was far greater than
any of the sex toys he had already pushed inside her. Time for some more
pleading.
"How can you do this? I thought you said I was going to release and feel good!
This HURTS!!!" cried Jennifer as she stood up slowly, barely able to straighten
out as every minute tiny movement caused the grapes to grind against her pussy
and ass walls in all sorts of nasty little ways.
"You want to release huh? Well good things come to those who wait, and that
means you. So hop to it! Let's get in that gym room for some more leaps and
jumps! I think I can watch that for hours at a time!" mocked Bubba as
Jennifer's anger with him grew.
As she hobbled in towards the gymnasium, she thought of every dirty name in the
book that she wanted to call him, as she held her lower tummy with both hands,
in agony from being so full. And that nasty tape was pulling and tugging at
the delicate skin in between her legs that it was so tightly fastened to.
Every move was painful for her; she had to take tiny baby steps to prevent her
legs from moving too far apart, or the tape felt as though it was going to rip
her pussy lips in two different directions.
As soon as Bubba and Jennifer reached the gymnasium mat, Jennifer collapsed
onto her knees, still clutching her churning stomach that she thought was going
to explode right through the duct tape. Bubba shook his head, smiling.
"Do I have to get the whip again girl? Stand up and lets see some flips!" said
Bubba as he waited for her response. When Jennifer started to protest again,
Bubba slapped a piece of duct tape right across her lips! Now all he heard
was some moaning and whimpering as she stood facing him.
"Ah, that's better. I love ya Jenny, but your voice is a pain in the ass
sometimes." said Bubba as he watched Jennifer's eyes bulge out of her head as
she looked somewhere behind him.
"Now what? Are those grapes makin' ya feel good Jenny?" asked Bubba humorously
as he watched her pointing behind him, and motioning with her eyes and hands
for him to turn around. Bubba noticed how strangely she was acting as though
she were in a state of panic.
"What the hell is your probl....."
Bubba didn't have a chance to continue as a pistol from behind him whipped into
the back of his head, knocking him immediately unconscious. Jennifer watched
in horror as Bubba's immense body collapsed to the matt, bleeding from the
back of his head where the pistol end had made contact with his skull.
Jennifer fell to her knees, and stared with open eyes to the two large men
standing right behind Bubba's collapsed body.
"Well well well," said Leroy condescendingly. "What in the hell do we have
here."
Jennifer stared at the large black man standing in front of her, he was
enormous...just as big, perhaps bigger than Bubba, and with a cruel, much more
sadistic expression on his face than Bubba ever had. Jennifer turned her head
a fraction of an inch to look at the other man standing beside Leroy.
Clarence's body seemed to be a white carbon copy of Leroy's, just as large and
menacing. The expression on his face was totally unmistakable; it was one of
pure lust. She immediately recognized the symbols on their bandanas, the
symbols of the city's dreaded West Side Boys!
Her heart sank as she began to realize her horrible predicament. These two men
came out of nowhere, and now had knocked Bubba unconscious, and were staring at
her as though she was nothing more than a piece of fresh meat thrown to a pack
of lions. Knowing that they were West Side Boy gang members, and having heard
of their horribly cruel reputation, Jennifer began to wish that she was dead.
And she had a horrible feeling that her wish was going to come true in the
hands of these two huge cruel monsters standing in front of her.
Clarence looked at the young sex toy kneeling in front of him, and felt his
loins stirring. He loved them young, and this girl was better than just
young...she was young, hot, hardbodied and duct taped, it couldn't get any
better than that.
Leroy chuckled to himself. "Man Clarence, would you look at that. Buster and
Tyrone are going to be wishing they had done this drive by of old Charlie's on
their own! Looks like we're going to have ourselves an interesting evening!"
Jennifer's eyes bulged out almost as much as her pussy and rectum were. She
realized that her nightmare had just taken a turn for the worse. Bubba may
have been sadistic and cruel, but he was at least giving her an out. She knew
these men would not be treating her the same way. The looks on their faces
said it all.
"Baby," said Leroy menacingly, "You're going to get the fucking of your
life........."
***TO BE CONTINUED in PART 5***
Thanks to any readers who have sent me emails about this story. Your comments,
criticism and feedback are always welcome and appreciated.
Once again, to all authors out there, thanks for your great contributions. And
to all readers out there, hopefully you'll be inspired to contribute stuff too.
I'm certainly not a polished writer by any means, just a layman trying to give
a little back. My belief is that even poorly written erotic literature is
better than non-written erotic literature. And writing this stuff is not only
surprisingly simple, but it's also a lot of fun. So keep writing out there!
Best wishes,
Dave Haugen, dave_haugen@hotmail.com
