Subject: Dark Dreamer: The Perils of Stacey [2/8] Mf/MMMf/NC
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
Keywords:  RAPE/BONDAGE/DRUG

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                         Part Two

    If she hadn't been so disoriented and flustered, she'd have
simply fired him then and there and waited however long it took for
a replacement. Instead she'd staggered out from the back of the
warehouse, he trailing along behind, and almost fell into the lead
car of their little convoy.

   The ten men she'd hired had been loading things as she'd
approved them. Now they pulled the last batch into the back of the
fourth jeep. When Jack slapped her on the shoulder, she'd stomped
on the gas and the jeep had lurched forward. She'd almost run into
several cars before Jack had stopped and shoved her over, then
taken the wheel, himself.

   For several hours she'd sat there staring at nothing, bleary and
confused. Trying to figure what had happened and trying to avoid
speaking, or even looking at Jack.

   The scenery whizzed by as their jeeps moved along towards the
mountains. The road got progressively worse as they moved away from
the city. Soon, they were off the main road, such as it was, and
bouncing along a rutted track through the trees.

   There was little to be seen on either side until they entered
the plains, then moved swiftly over and through the tall grasses.
She gradually began stealing little looks at him, always careful
that he wouldn't see. She still couldn't bring herself to talk,
though.

   They rode on in silence, the day passing as the jeeps bounced
and lurched forward. It was almost noon when Jack finally pulled
over and they all stopped for lunch. He began asking her questions,
simple little things which she answered in monosyllables.

   He grinned at her, then shook his head and snickered. She glared
furiously at him.

   "What are you laughing at?" she hissed.

   "You."

   "And what's so funny about me?"

   "You're all upset about a little fuck. I never knew why you
girls get so upset over a little fucking."

   "You... you... you..." she stuttered, furiously.

   "You practically raped me!" she hissed.

   "You sure seemed to like it."

   "That has nothing to do with anything!" she yelled.

   "If you liked it then why are you mad?"

   "I did not like it!"

   "Liar."

   "You had no right to do that to me!"

   "Oh, come on. You know, fucking is such a fun thing, if you gals
would just spread your legs a little more we'd all have a nicer
time of things."

   "You are a disgusting, vile, lowlife! You are a slimy, dirty,
perverted, stinking, scummy piece of filthy male meat."

   "You liked my meat back in town."

   "Fuck you!" she cried.

   They continued the meal in silence, then moved out, finding
another rutted road and travelling along it for much of the
afternoon. Late in the day their way was blocked by a downed tree
and they stopped to clear it. Suddenly men jumped out of the bush,
screaming and brandishing machine-guns.

   They were quickly surrounded, and a tall, foul smelling man with
a big belly came up to their jeep.

   "What Ju Do here?" he demanded.

   "I am Doctor Stacie O'Co..."

   "Shut up, beetch!" he snarled. He looked at Jack.

   "We're going to look for an old Mayan tomb." he said, in
spanish.

   "Ju teenk ju find treasure, huh?"

   "No. Just old things. We are from a museum."

   "Hah! Ju lie to me! Ju lookink for treasure! Ju want to steal my
people's gold!"

   "Who are you, anyway?" The man looked offended, he stuck the
barrel of his machine gun against Jack's chest.

   "I am Generalissimo Manual De le Seesimo, Commander of the
People's Revolutionary Commandos!"

   "Oh great."

   "What?"

   "I said, oh good, really wonderful."

   "I will rule thees country as soon as dee steenking capitalist
scum are driven out!"

   "I'm sure you will."

   "Who is this beetch weeth the big teats?"

   "This is my wife." Stacie, unfortunately, knew some Spanish, and
was getting tired of being ignored.

   "I am not his wife and I will thank you to keep your foul mouth
shut!" she snapped. Her accent was terrible but Manual got the gist
of it.

   "Ju no hees wife?" he said in english.

   "I most certainly am not! I am a free woman!" Manual's english
wasn't much better than her Spanish but again he got the idea,
except of course that her      "free woman" was translated in his
mind to "worthless woman."

   "Ju no look free to me." he said, his eyes roaming her luscious
curves.

   "I am free. I am completely free!" she proclaimed.

   "Maybe ju like a leetle fuck, hmmm. I see if you good for
someteenk." the others laughed but Stacie scowled.

   She slapped his face. He jerked back in astonishment, then
growled and gripped her hair, pulling her head up and back. One of
the men stuck his gun in Jack's nose as Manual dragged Stacie out
of the of the jeep and pushed her against the side.

   "No woman heets Manual De Le Seesimo!"

   "You lowlife scum!" she howled. "You think you're brave? Only a
coward would act like this! You can go and fuck yourself!"

   Again Manual got the gist of her message. As far as he could
tell she had said he had no manhood and was unworthy of her, being
of low birth. She had also said something or other about him
masturbating. He slapped her, then backhanded her so she fell to
the ground. He grabbed her by the hair then and dragged her to her
feet, throwing her into the arms of one of his men.

   "We will see who has his manhood!" he hissed. "You can go. Since
this woman is so worthless, we will take her with us and show her
how she can be of value to the People's Revolutionary Army!"

   "Uh, I don't think you..." Manual stuck his gun barrel under
Jack's nose.

   "Whatever you say, Generalissimo." he said. The General's men
hauled up on a rope and the tree lifted like a gate. He drove
through, followed by the other three jeeps.

   "Blackthorn!" she screamed. "You scummy filth! Get back here!"

   "Ju cum weeth me, beetch!" Manual dragged her off the road and
down a short trail through the jungle. Stacie had her hands up on
his wrist, trying to keep him from pulling her hair. He booted her
ass several times as they walked.

   "Steenking slut! I'll show you to heet Manual De Le Seesimo!"

   "Let me go! I am an American citizen!" she yelled.

   "Fuck you, beetch!"

   He hurled her forward into a small clearing, and she fell
forward onto her hands and knees.

   "Strip her!" he ordered his men, beginning to undo his belt.
Several men rushed her and began grabbing at her pants and shirt.
She screamed and clawed at them, receiving several more slaps and
a punch in the belly that finally shut her up.

   Her shirt and skirt were torn off her, followed quickly by her
bra. She had yet to replace the panties Jack had torn off. When she
was naked, two of the guerrillas lifted her to her feet and held
her, one on either side, their hands under her arms.

   Seesimo strode up to her, naked from the waist down. He had a
long, curving brown cock that stuck out from beneath his uniform
shirt.

   "Some body ju got zere, beetch." he said, admiringly. He cupped
her breasts as if weighing them, then began to squeeze them
tightly, his fingers working deep into the sensitive flesh, mashing
and twisting her breasts from side to side as he leered at her.

   Stacie was mortified, utterly humiliated by her nudity before
these men and their leering, smirking eyes. His words were simply
too much and she felt she had to respond somehow.

   She slammed her knee up but he jerked aside and she only caught
him a glancing blow. He cursed angrily, then cuffed her on the side
of the face, knocking her back. He followed with his own knee,
which he slammed up into her crotch.

   She gasped and gurgled in pain, waves of dizziness going through
her frazzled brain. He punched her in the belly, his fist sinking
almost to her spine.

   "Whooore!" he spat, bringing his knee up into her cunt again.

   The men forced her to her knees before him, twisting her arms up
behind her back and jerking her hair to pull her head back. Then
she was looking into his crotch as he moved his dick towards her.
Her jaw hung down as she panted for breath and Seesimo slid his
cockhead between her lips and into her mouth.

   His hand was on her head now, in her hair, pulling her head up
and back as he slid his cock into her oral cavity.

   "Ju suck me, beetch, or ju fuckeenk die!" he held a pistol in
his other hand and put the barrel against her forehead. Stacie
gagged on the dirty cock in her mouth, but her eyes were wide as
she stared at the barrel up against her head.

   She began to work her lips and tongue on the filthy, foul
smelling organ as it rapidly hardened. Soon it was too big for her
mouth and Seesimo began to pump it in and out like he was fucking
a cunt. His cockhead slapped and bounced against the back of her
mouth as he jammed it into her.

   She sucked as best she could, her body aching and her head
pounding. She groaned around the thick man-meat as it pounded back
and forth in her mouth, and tried to hold back the waves of
sickness that were flowing up from her belly.

   Then he jammed his now rock hard cock against the back wall of
her cunt with new force. She felt it pushing hard against the
entrance of her throat and tried to close her throat against it. He
pulled back. Her throat had held.

   But then he threw his hips forward, his cock driving into her
again. His cockhead crashed against the entrance of her throat and
then popped through, sliding it's thick pulpy harness down the thin
tube of her throat as she gagged and struggled in horror.

   His cock slid down her throat, making the thin tube ache and
bulge outward. She felt his cock-knob going into her very chest as
he giggled with delight far above her. She couldn't breath,
couldn't move, couldn't think of anything but that thick slab of
meat in her aching throat.

   It seemed to pulse and throb inside her as he held it there
momentarily. Then he slid it back up the length of her tube until
the head popped out of her throat and back into her mouth. She
gasped for breath, drawing shaking gasps of air into her chest as
Manual sniggered and boasted to his men in Spanish.

   She didn't make out what he said, but heard cheering. Then the
cockhead thrust forward, again smashing into her throat and sliding
down the length of it to her chest.

   This time when he withdrew he didn't let his cockhead pass out
into her mouth. Instead he began to fuck her throat, sliding his
cock up and down her throat as she struggled forlornly and went
whiter and whiter with pain and lack of oxygen.

   He put both his big hands on the sides of her head, forcing her
head even further back as he began to ram his boner up and down her
throat. His belly slammed into her face, cracking against her nose,
bringing tears to her eyes as his cock pistoned back and forth
between her puffy lips.

   She grunted and moaned and whimpered around the pounding cock,
but the men surrounding her only cheered Seesimo on as he brutally
reamed out her throat with his long, thick cock. She was almost
unconscious before he pulled his cock out again.

   Then he let her breath, let her draw in great shaking breaths of
air as he rubbed his spit soaked cock all around her face, wetting
her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and then pressing it to her lips
again. He slid his cock in, then drove it down her throat until her
face was mashed tightly against his groin.

   Then he tore his cock free and cursed something at the men. They
shoved forward on her back and head, pinning her face into the dirt
as Seesimo moved around behind her. They raised her ass and spread
her legs, still holding her arms up behind her back.

   She was gasping for breath, her chest heaving, and could only
concentrate on how sweet each new breath was as she felt hands
pawing at her buttocks and crotch. Then she felt her twat lips
pried open and a sudden hard object rammed into her slit.

   She gasped, then grit her teeth as Seesimo forced his cock deep
into her belly.

   "Theenk I have no manhood, beetch? Here is my manhood!" he
crowed, driving his prong, balls deep inside her. He twisted his
thick meat around inside her pussy as he rode up over her.

   He ground himself into her, his cockhead rubbing against her
cervix as his belly rode up her back and his cock pulled on her
cunt like a hook, trying to draw her forward. Then he moved back,
balanced himself firmly and began to pump his cock inside her.

   He shoved at the men holding her, pushing them aside, then
gripped her hair, dragging her up onto her hands. She knelt on all
fours as he humped her, his cock churning rapidly in her hot
sucking cunt box.

   As her breathing steadied, her attention was drawn back to her
situation, and she realized that she was on all fours, naked, and
being fucked like a bitch dog while two dozen slovenly men sat and
stood about watching.

   She turned beet red once again, whimpering, then almost sobbing
in frustration, fury, and humiliation. That she, a brilliant doctor
was reduced to such status by a filthy, ignorant man was almost
more than she could bear. It was worse than the danger she was in,
worse than the pain she was feeling.

   She felt his thick meat as it pumped inside her belly, felt his
cockhead repeatedly striking her cervix, felt the entire bloated
mass's movement as it pistoned inside her tight, velvety cunt tube.
This was nothing at all like what Jack had done. There was no
pleasure here, none at all, only pain and humiliation as the fat
man used her for his pleasure.

   Her cunt burned with pain as his hard cock rodded into her.
Seesimo was punching it into her twat with as much force as he
could muster, skewering the tight tunnel to assert his manhood's
force to her. He threw his hips forward with as much strength as he
could, gratified at the grunt of pain from the woman as his prong
punched into her belly.

   "Ju like eet, beetch?" he cackled, his hands sliding under her
and locking around her hanging titties. Their bouncing and swaying
stopped as his fingers squeezed into them, pinching and kneading
the meat with a brutal, vice-like grip.

   He shoved her down, his hands pushing hard on her back and head.
He mashed her face into the dirt as he pounded his rod into her
box.

   "Steeck jour ass eem the air!" he cursed, jerking at her leg.
"Steeck jour ass een the air, beetch!"  He rutted viciously into
her, his hands on her hips now and jerking her back to meet his
furious forward thrusts. His cock stabbed painfully hard down into
her fuck-box, crashing and smashing back and forth within her.

   She felt her belly quiver and heave as his cock churned her guts
up. His belly was slapping into her raised buttocks with a furious
slapping sound as he shifted into overdrive and really began to
pound it into her. His men watched with approval as he used her
with ferocious brutality, spearing his tool into her relentlessly
until his cum gushed forth and filled the sluttish Yankee woman's
belly.

   Then he pulled out of her and contemptuously kicked her belly,
knocking her to her side, where she moaned and clutched her crotch.

   "Now ju see that my manhood is eentact, no?" he said, to guffaws
from his men. His number one man moved forward. He dropped his
pants, then kicked the woman onto her back and knelt between her
spread legs. He jerked his cock in his hand several times, making
it stiff, then lowered himself on top of her.

   His cock slid into her cunt to the hilt, then he began to hump
into her, kissing her face and neck as his hands slid under her and
cupped her ass cheeks. He drew her lower body up to meet him as he
stroked downward, his cock sliding evenly back and forth in her
fuck hole.

   He bent and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, sucking and
chewing as he jerked his cock into her with hard driving thrusts.
He lifted her legs up and pushed them back. Her ankles were up on
his shoulders as he stroked into her with greater speed and force.

   Her cunt was exposed and defenceless as he pounded his erection
down into her crotch. He humped down into her with great gusto,
gleefully leering at her as his cock stroked back and forth. He
kissed her, jamming his tongue into her mouth and snaking it
against her own tongue.

   His hands squeezed and twisted her big tits, making her whine in
pain. Then he began hammering his cock into her, shoving her legs
back against her as he rodded furiously. She felt a hot gush of
liquid deep inside her belly and knew he had dropped his load
inside her.

   He sighed with relief and pulled out, only to be replaced by
another. Before he could stick his cock into her, however, Seesimo
kicked him off and started cursing orders. The men got up and
started moving off. One of them dragged her to her feet and shoved
her after them.

   They moved down the trail, Stacie hopping from foot to foot as
sharp stones and sticks dug into her soft bare feet. She winced and
trembled with fear, wondering where they were going and how she
would get away.

   She knew that they would not let her go. And further realized
that every last one of these men would likely rape her as soon as
they got to where they were going. The thought of being used as a
sex slave by these unwashed savages for an endless time almost made
her burst into tears.

   Then there was an explosion far ahead. All the men started
cursing and dove to the ground. The men behind her moved up and
there was shooting coming from ahead. There was another explosion
from up there and gunfire exploded from the men on both sides of
her.

   She didn't think they could even see what they were shooting at,
but they shot anyway. She curled up in a ball on the ground, her
hands over her ears and her eyes closed.

   A hand grabbed her wrist and jerked her upward. She opened her
eyes to see Jack's glaring face just above her. She stared at him,
stupidly.

   "Move your ass, girl! We gotta get the fuck out of here before
ol' Manual figures out he's shooting at shadows!" He jerked her to
her feet then started dragging her back the way they'd come. She
saw the three men that had been near her lying in pools of blood,
hideous gunshot wounds on their backs.

   Her feet hurt but Jack wouldn't slow down, speeding up even more
when the sound of gunfire finally stopped. He led her back through
the little clearing, pausing only a moment to get her boots and
shove them on. Then he ran forward, dragging her along.

   Her flesh stung as branches and leaves slapped at her bare skin.
Then they burst out onto the road and started running even faster.
Her chest was heaving and her legs were ready to collapse under
her, but Jack held tightly to her wrist and pulled her along.

   A few hundred feet up the road they came to their jeep. He
shoved her in and jumped in himself, jamming his foot down on the
gas.

   The car jumped forward and picked up speed, racing over the
rutted track like it was an expressway. Stacie bounced up and down
on the seat, clinging to it for dear life. Her big breasts were
bouncing up and down like jello, slapping up and down against her
chest.

   They drove for almost ten minutes before Jack finally began to
slow down. As her body settled more firmly onto the seat, she
finally began to catch her breath and regain some control of her
faculties. She turned and looked at him dazedly.

   "Had to wait until I could mount a diversion." he said,
casually. "Couldn't do it in the clearing cause they were all
around you. I knew they'd go up the trail so I planted a little bit
of dynamite and a couple of charges. Stupid fucks walked right into
it.

   "I... I... I need some clothes." she finally said. He grinned
and shrugged. "You look fine to me." he said, his eyes moving up
and down her body. She stared down at the seat as he finally
brought the jeep to a halt.

   "I think I got a jumpsuit in here somewhere." he sighed, turning
and reaching over his shoulder. He finally pulled out a soiled
looking jumpsuit and tossed it into her naked lap. She had to get
out of the jeep to put it on.

   She turned her back, embarrassed, then stepped into the legs and
pulled it up around her. She shrugged into the arms, then drew up
the zipper. It was way oversized for her. Jack appeared around the
side of the jeep. He bent and rolled up the ankles, then the arms.
The thing still sagged on her but not too badly.

   "It'll do till we get to camp."

   "Where is camp?" she asked, automatically.

   "A ways ahead. I told Jeeda not to stop until they were at the
Nienda river. We got a bit of driving to do yet, and it's gettin'
dark, so we better hurry."

   They got back into the jeep and it lurched forward, bouncing and
swaying on the crumbling dirt road. The light dimmed further and he
turned on his headlights. Stacie sat quietly, wrapped in her own
misery and wonderment.

   She couldn't understand her own terrible luck. First she had
acquired this... this.... the insult she had been using since he'd
showed up died when she realized that he had, after all, rescued
her from a long and painful ordeal.

   She'd been raped, but not fifty times like she probably would
have been. She was fine. You're fine, she told herself. Fucking is
no big deal, just like Jack said. Those grimy, filthy men were
scum, and she'd never see them again anyway.

   "Thank you." she said, quietly.

   "Don't mention it."

   "You could have been killed."

   "Coulda been."

   "And I haven't exactly been nice to you since yesterday."

   "You were nice enough in the warehouse." She blushed and looked
away.

   "Well, thank you anyway."

   "We'll see how grateful you are in camp." he winked and leered
at her. She stared at him, dumbfounded.

   "How can you even suggest... Don't you know what they did to
me?"

   "They fucked you from what I saw."

   "You... saw them?"

   "Course. Told you I did." She was even more embarrassed now.

   "If... if you know, then how, how can you come on to me like
that?"

   "What's one thing got to do with the other? You got a nice body
there, girl. Every man who sees you wants to use it. Ain't nuthin'
strange about that. So ol' Manual was a little rough. I'll be a lot
more friendly."

   "Men are pigs." she sighed, shaking her head.

   "Ain't it the truth." He agreed.