The blazing noonday sun seared the desert and all who dwelled within it. It was not a fitting place for man or beast. Nothing stirred, nothing moved.'cept way down in a small corner of the desert nestled just beyond a rocky ridge and the gentle sloping of the land. Here there was some activity. A lone vehicle in the backdrop. There was a lone pole, a post of some kind left over from some time when miners thought they would find gold or silver in the nearby ridge.
Tied to the pole was a girl, a young teen girl. (Fully clothed) Pressing up against her was a man, our Main Character.
The sun was hot and both creatures were heavy with sweat. The poor hapless girl secured to the pole was in great distress; she had long blond hair in wide pigtails, semi-tight jeans, and loose fitting checkered shirt. A light tan to her exposed face and arms, she was a sweet thing, pretty and not yet a licensed driver.
Her Tormentor pressed against her, staring into her eyes of bright blue. He was at least clean-shaven and didn't reek in B.O. or booze. But still, he had kidnapped her regardless of his cleanliness. She was tied well to the pole, and a gag in her mouth. So far he hadn't done anything crazier than that.
His hands came up about her body, squeezing her young tender breasts. In his vehicle he had semi roughly fondled her butt and crotch, but nothing more. She knew what he was going to do to her, and probably worse. She feared it greatly and tried desperately to keep a sound mind.
Her Tormentor gave her some water; she choked and sputtered, as her mouth was not open enough to get a good drink. To her face he mopped it with a wet rag. She couldn't rightly remember how it was she came to be his victim, her last memories were foggy. Her most clear and recent memory was waking up inside the Tormentor's ride, which was she could see now some sort of van thing, but with better style from an era she knew nothing of. "I want you to do something for me, sweetie." he said to her in a low voice, somewhat whispering into her ear, licking his lips, flaring his nostrils. A hand he brought up to squeeze her breasts, then down her sides. Mandy tightened up her young teen body, shaking and trembling, unable to bring up the rage and hatred she should have.
"I want you to pee." he said simply.
'What?' she didn't understand. Had she misunderstood?
"Pee, sweetie, pee for me. Piss in your pants." then, "NOW!"
Mandy was frightened, truly frightened. This was going a bit beyond a simple kidnapping for sexual pleasure. Way beyond. She lightly was aware that she was out in the desert somewhere...she was literally at this bastard's desires.
The Tormentor repeated his words, his desires. Mandy was in a dire panic and couldn't rightly concentrate on the command. She clung to the pole, trying to conjure up the meaning of "pee". Her butt cheeks clenched, the sun blazed against her face and arms. She began to breathe hard and focus.
The Tormentor's hand came down to her crotch and gave a little squeeze. Mandy tightened up all the more. 'Oh my God!' she screamed.
"Pee for me, bitch...or I'll leave yer ass out here!"
Mandy knew that the bastard probably would.
Did he just want her to pee? Probably not. She didn't know. She only knew that she was in a calamitous situation with no possible solution. She was fed more water, her face soothed, her neck. Her Tormentor pressed himself against her harder, squeezing breasts and crotch. Mandy struggled to maintain what sanity she had left.
"I'd hate to leave yer ass out here, sweetie, the hottest part of the day hasn't even gotten here, yet!"
The urge to comply did come, but the fact that she was clothed plagued her modesty.she was a big girl now, it had been years since she had last pissed in her pants. She held back the flood, getting more and more confused as her body heated up.
More came to quench her thirst, her ass now became the Tormentor's obsession, squeezing hard and digging into the crack, going between her legs and squeezing her most holy of holies. "All you gotta do to get outta this mess...is pee."
Finally, at length, a small flood came surging and despite her efforts to hold back, she allowed herself to soil her jeans. Her Tormentor dropped to her knees and eyed the flood. He pushed open her legs and gazed as she pissed herself. His hands came to her crotch and once more began squeezing, up and down the inside of her legs, then to her true holy of holy, smiling as he did so.
Then he leaned in and began kissing.no, sucking on her crotch!
Mandy freaked. This was more than.more than...more than she could think of. It didn't make sense! The man pressed his mouth to her crotch, opening his mouth as wide as possible and seemingly devouring her entire groin; hands griping her ass tightly as he did so.
At length he stood up and ripped open her shirt. She knew that was coming. The sun greeted the new skin with searing heat. She breathed harder, anticipating the Tormentor's next move; which was to seriously fondle the girl's breasts before flipping up the soft pinkish cups, exposing yet even more skin for the sun to baste.
The man leaned in and engulfed each breasts, sucking hard on the soft warm flesh, nipping the nipples before leaning back and devouring the young teen with his eyes. Mandy knew what was to come.
And she was right.
Her hands tightly griped the old wooden pole. Her lovely face with eyes closed tight arched upwards to the clear blue sky.she clenched tightly the pole as her jeans were undone and pulled down to her knees. The man leaned back and leered at the delight before him. He was enthralled, entranced, delighted. A wicked smile came to his face, fire blazed in his eyes and he savored what was before him.
Mandy clenched all the tighter as now her Tormentor leaned again and began bringing down her crisp white bikini style pissed in panties. She was almost to the point of passing out and wished that she could so as she could awaked "after" the horror was done.
With her wet panties at her knees, her Tormentor stood and once more devoured her with his eyes.then he hauled out of his gas station service slacks his cock.
Mandy shut her eyes tight.
Only to open them when moments later she felt something odd happening; looking down she saw that the man was indeed... peeing on her, urinating he was onto her bare naked pussy and clothes, showering her midriff, belly, legs, everywhere and thing. When done pissing on her he began masturbating. Mandy held back weeping, just tightened her body up more as the man went down on her and began licking, sucking, and driving his tongue wildly into her virgin pussy. It was not to be believed, there were strange sensations teeming through her body, her ass(hole) clenched tight, her neck muscles.her pussy trembled and quivered as something new had come to tantalized her.
Had the situation not been so.so despicable it would have been delightful. Sure she had masturbated, frigged her self, didn't everybody? But that was as far as it went--her fingers and her fingers only. What her Tormentor was doing was new. Very new, and exciting...
Her clothes were worked on down to her ankles and legs opened a little wider; her Tormentor came up to a semi-awkward standing position and pressed his penis against her. Mandy gulped, blinked her eyes excessively as she expected the next phase of her torment.
The man's penis came to greet her holy entrance, gliding up and down the moist-pissy opening, tantalizing the young teen more and more, then diving down between her legs, back up along the trembling sensitive "lips" to finally began making slit progress into her sex.
"You scream at me and I'll leave yer ass out here, got it?"
Mandy gulped and nodded that she indeed "got it" and the uncomfortable kerchief-gag about her mouth was removed. She was given water and her entire body was washed down with water from a five-gallon plastic container. It wasn't cold water, but it was wet.
The Tormentor had removed her from the pole and carried her to the shady side of the '51 Chevy panel. It was still hot as blazes out and the sand was warm, but the searing sun was no longer a constant. She was lain down and watched in slight horror as the man stripped out of his clothes, stood straddling her body and masturbated himself into a frenzy. She thought lightly that he might shower her (again) with his urine.
But he didn't.
He knelt down onto her chest and laid his manhood between her breasts, folded the warm skin over his hot schlong and humped. Mandy could scarcely think straight, watching the one-eyed bandit come shooting at her between her very own breasts, the man leering at her. He inched forward some on her body, raising up and pressing his hot throbbing monster against her chin and then her lips.
"Open up, sweetie." he commanded.
Mandy wailed and made a disgruntle face.she had heard of such things occurring but had never thought it really possible. This was unreal and just about had she come to her limit of coping. "Open up, sweetie," he said again, "or see those rocks up there," he indicated to the ridge of rock formation a thousand yards away and up a slight slope, "I'll drag yer naked ass up there and tie you to the top of one...and let the fucking buzzards have a go at you!"
He sounded serious. Mandy opened her trembling lips and the man-thing came into her mouth. It was hot, it tasted awful and there was a slight mustiness she didn't care for at all. She thrashed her head about as the man prong nestled deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Suck it." demanded her Tormentor.
Mandy couldn't rightly comprehend the command "suck it", she could only thrash her pretty blond head about and recall that the cock somewhat reminded her of string cheese, Monterey Jack string cheese.
The cock jammed its way into her mouth, filling it. Her Tormentor would pull out most of the way, to the bulbous tip.and then ram-jam himself back into almost choked her in her throat. For several minutes he did this before pulling out of her beleaguered mouth...sliding down her body.
Once more as before on the pole his cock came to glide up and down the entrance to her sensitive love tunnel.
Instinctively Mandy parted her legs, there was no use fighting it. Her hands clenched at the warm sand beneath her. She had anticipated this "act" taking place, it was wrong; she flooded her mind with other things.
Which were greatly disrupted when the Tormentor's cock began inching deeper into her. Mandy didn't know what to do.this was a violation to the highest degree, she was sure of that. Masturbating herself into a stupor for sexual pleasure was one thing, thinking about sex with boys her age, some younger and some older was another thing.
But this... this was sooooooo different.
Strange feeling enveloped her, there was a new sensation she had never experienced before. She didn't know what to think, or do. But she suddenly found herself semi enjoying the assault. She knew that she was not supposed to, she knew it was rape, kidnapping, rape, torture, everything.
There was no denying the feelings, though.strong sexual feelings seething through her. She didn't understand, it wasn't right. The man's violator penetrated her deeper, fulfilling her beyond her wildest expectations.
"Oh GOD!" she suddenly called out as her young body was brought to the brink of extreme ecstasy. There was indeed some discomfort involved in the deflowering. Mandy pushed back into the recesses of her mind those thoughts that told her this was a bad thing. Her nipples perked up and she found herself pumping back into her Tormentor.
She hadn't cared for being out and out kidnapped, and she was still a little fuzzy on just how exactly that had happened. She hadn't cared for being tied to a pole in the middle of the damn hot desert and forced to piss herself. She hadn't cared much for sucking the man's cock and only slightly didn't care much for him deflowering her virginity.
She REALLY didn't care for being turned over and her bare searing ass forced to endure hard harsh hand smacks followed by her very virginal pooter hole being violated by his fingering. She didn't care for that at all.
She cared even less when his tongue replaced his finger. It wasn't so much as a violation that freaked her out as it was appalling. She POOPED from there! She was disgusted...truly, surely, this man, this Tormentor was...was beyond words or comprehension.
Her Tormentor paid her no heed and licked her pert clenching bung hole until he could stand it no longer and saddled up against her, aiming his very erect and ready prong to her glory hole. Again before entering her just poked and prodded, going up and down the crack and once more tantalizing the sizzling "lips" of the fresh fucked cunny.
Then he began in earnest further prodding, further concentration of entering the girl's very virgin rim. He gripped her lily white ass cheeks and began the entry.
Mandy lay with her face to the very warm sand, hands behind her with her ass up in the air, cringing she was as the Tormentor's cock entered her backdoor. She derived no pleasure from this assault.
Apparently her Tormentor did, though; he eased into her fully seating himself, then, gripping her ass hips he pulled nearly all the way out before plunging himself into her fully. Then repeat.and repeat.and repeat some more. Each succession he increased momentum, pumping faster and faster like the piston of a steam locomotive.
His balls cinched up and slapped the girl's body, he strained as he made love to her anus, the girl thrashed about as she endured the severe discomfort. At last the man came to that point in the lovemaking whereas he began to strain to get his nut. Mandy was grinded into the desert sand, she clenched her bound hands tightly together as the enduring torment continued to its apex.
The finality to the rear-entry assault came just moments later. The Tormentor pounding as the "locomotive" surged effortlessly down the long straight track. He finally began serious straining, emptying his load deep into Mandy's anal track until he was well spent.as he had previously while in her most holy of holies, her pussy.
When done, the man pulled back and sat back on his heels, masturbating, massaging his organ, gazing at the goo emptying from the girl's hole. The rim was as wide as a fifty cent piece, but slowly closing up to normal. Cum juices oozed from Mandy's pussy, too, he so noted.
The girl collapsed to the sand and lay curling up into a fetal position.
Her Tormentor was unable to move for some time, he hadn't the strength. He marveled at the collapsed girl, massaged his severely aching schlong and then finally stood above her and gave her another shower.
The Bar-None Dude Ranch, it was nestled on the outskirts of a southwestern desert city, a haven for those city slickers desiring a week or weekend of pretending to be something of a cowboy-or girl, shedding their dreary lives of a corporate monkey on the endless rung of life.
One particular weekday afternoon a bright shiny juniper green customized 1951 Chevy Panel truck came rumbling in, parking on the gravel parking lot and a stranger ambled out. He was tall, medium build, dark blue denim shirt and gas station attendant slacks of blue, hiking boots.
He looked casually about the parking lot and made a mental note of them before proceeding onward into the ranch area itself. As he made his way to the guest check-in main building, he caught sight of two teen girls making their way across. Both had delicious asses. Both were employees of the ranch, one was taller than the other, one was blond, both were desirable and possible. August savored them and made a mental note of them as well.
At the guest check-in he sought out the owner and operator of the dude ranch, a one Mr. Ernst. Ernst was, well, by all accounts, a geek. A geek in sheep's clothing. He didn't fit the part, didn't look the part, didn't talk the part, etc. He was a city boy, but had a dream and a desire and a means. August had no cause to doubt him or poo poo his delusions of grandeur.
The meeting with the man was brief, August was on business, not as a potential guest or anything, but the ranch occupied space once home to desert dwelling Indians. August was a bit of an archeologist/anthropologist. He simply was asking permission to scour the outskirts of the ranch area and anything that he found he would present to Mr. E and make it available for the guest to see. There was more to it and the two men yapped for half an hour before August showed signs of being tired.
He was offered a nice guest room and free reign of the ranch's facilities. Mr. E was excited about the prospects of Indian artifacts on his property.it would be another reason for guests to come to the ranch, museum people would flock there as well, maybe a write up in the local newspaper.
August left the man to wander in grandeur, he himself was escorted to his room by the lovely Melody.
Melody. She was another blonde. Another blonde of passion and sweet desire. Bubbly, frisky, happy-go-lucky, perky. Bright sunshine, cheerful, and helpful. And a nice ass, too.
She yapped about the Indian artifact prospects, August yapped back but was more interested in her fine, very fine body. She was fifteen, tight jeans, boots, long blond hair in two tight pony tails, a bright sunny face, bouncy breasts. She wore a blue nametag on her red knit shirt and August had wood.
Now, one thing that made August Moone's desires possible was a small gadget-device he present to Melody.albeit unknowingly to Melody. As she opened the door and stepped through carrying one of his travel bags, August Moone the Tormentor zapped her.
That is to say he "overwhelmed" her brain waves.
He overwhelmed her brainwaves via a hand held device object formerly known as GI Item 0110. A mega stereo remote control on steroids. It had 2 2-inch LCD screens with one long 6-inch by 2-inch screen showing the captured brainwave. It was a government issue device, how August had come to be in possession of it--well, that's another story. The fact was that he had it. And once having.well, it took him some years to figure out what exactly he had. Then another couple of years of "testing". He was still somewhat in the "testing" mode, he realized the enormous potential the Item 0110 had. But he realized, too, that he had to be careful. The Item 0110 had some minor difficulties and was no always reliable.it sometimes "shut-down" by itself without warning.
That was not good.
So he used it sparingly and not very often, not until more "testing" good be attained and a pattern derived. Meanwhile, though, fun-fun-fun!
And Melody was his next "fun."
She stood motionless just inside the room. August stepped in and shut the door. Only a few times had he indulged in the most heinous of his desires. Mandy had been his second.Melody would now be his third. He firstly waved his hand before her face, then lightly brushed his hand against her pert perfect ass. There was no adverse reaction, none of any kind.
He checked the Item 0110, the brain waves of the girl were his to command. There were other functions, other things to do once the brain waves were "captured".he had yet to ascertain to what degree that would lead him.
He didn't worry about it, this was good for now.
He firstly turned on the room air conditioner, then faced the hapless zombiefied teen, fondling her breasts and drinking her in. He then moved down to his knees and adored her crotch. Slowly with extreme caution he began undoing her jeans. It was a risk, he was aware that the Device could shut-down at any time without warning. And doing some sort of naughty thing in progress. well, that would be bad...very bad.
But for right now.she was his.
He gulped and pulled the Levi's panels back, beneath were powder blue undies. His cock surged to life, a smile he couldn't hold back formed on his usually stoic face. The jeans he pulled down to just mid-thigh, addressing her loveliness before him...a nice poon there was, a thick mound of muffin hair that enthralled him.
He let the image settle into his mind before carefully with steady thought and fingers taking the undies down to expose her sex. It was neatly trimmed, bikini trimmed, with the pubes just concealing the entrance to her muff. August leaned in and took a whiff of the delight.his cock surged further, demanding attention. And he would be attentive to it, soon enough. Slowly he turned the girl about, admiring her perfectly shaped teenage ass. He pressed his face to the cool skin, kissing the flesh before having the girl bend over. He parted her cheeks, supporting her in the bent-over position, making minor adjustments to the Item 0110 to ensure that the hapless teen would remain his to control, he knew how to do that. There were other measures that would allow the "victim" to be controlled into walking, disrobing, sitting, bend over and support one's self with hands to knees, and etc.
Melody placed her hands to her knees and August parted the girl's cheeks. A perfectly shaped untinged hole greeted him. He licked it, kissed it, fingered it and found it to be virginal. He was delighted.
Warily he penetrated the girl's tight rim with his finger--a finger he had lubed up in his mouth, then anointed with the pre-cum seeping from his schlong. Melody merely reacted as she should with the violation, but she was still virtually "unawares" it was an involuntary bodily reaction--to be expected.
His growing fear that the Device would fail right at a critical moment threw him into advancing in his doings; taking the girl to the single queen bed and laying her out there. The room was rustic, dreary, but cooling down. August stood admiring the girl with her jeans and panties at her ankles. A notion began to dwell deep within his craw. He smiled a smile that would last him for days.
Then he was shucking his own jeans and back to his knees, repositioning the teen on the bed so as he could get at her poon, it was the object of his obsession and delight and he would not be denied.
It was slightly musty and only slightly reeked of urine. His nose nuzzled the trimmed poon hairs, his teeth nipped the "lips" and tongue pressed into the slick entrance. He was mildly aware of the girl becoming a little aroused by his doings. He was almost to the point of not caring.
His tongue danced a jig in the girl's poon; his fingers pulling the lips open so as he could get at the meat of the cunt, his cock was going insane without proper attention. But first of firsts...he had to lick a girl's poon, it was an important objective.
So he licked and licked until some juices from the cunny began to issue forth and pool 'neath the girl's very fine ass. August lapped up the cunny's juices and determined that like her poop chute, the snatch box was virginal, too. He set back on this...he couldn't rightly "bust" it she would know upon awakening. Buggering her too would tip her off that something had happened. He settled on licking her and then going up to lay his prong against her poon, opening her shirt and having a go at her lovely-lovely breasts.meanwhile his cock humped the OUTSIDE of her snatch and was somewhat satiated with that.
He soon returned the girl to her original upright position, making whispering suggestions to her that "nothing had happened" and that she was exceedingly horny. It was yet another grand facet to the Device Item 0110, the ability to insert messages to the victim's mind. There, too, was the ability to render said victim mindless, er, that is to say said victim would not recall what had happened during the time he she was "under the influence" of the Device.
What other abilities the Government Issue device had August couldn't wait to determine. So far, so good!
He smiled and brought the girl back to her normal state.
She staggered and looked a little pale and somewhat confused. August supported her and held her at the shoulders, "You okay?" he asked out of concern. Melody offered a meager nod of assurance that she was and left. August peeled out of his clothes and flopped onto the bed, he pleased himself and let his mind wander (wander-wander-wander) and soon fell into a blissful tranquil sleep.
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