Running Into Trouble Ch. 01

Cassie is a typical homebody. She loves to cook, she works full time taking customer service calls from her home office, and she loves to take evening jogs to keep fit. She's never had much luck with love, mostly because all the men in her town were too extroverted for her taste, so she keeps to herself and takes care of her cats. Being from the Midwest she has more modest ideals of her looks, but she likes to keep as fit as possible because obesity runs in her family. She has fair skin and a shapely figure; C cup breasts, a moderately slim waist, and she has to do little jumps to put on her favorite jeans on the rare occasions she does go out.

Sometimes she admires herself in the mirror after she puts on her running outfit; tight biker shorts, sports bra, and cute white low tops that extenuate her leg muscles. Cassie put food out for her cats, tied her hair up, shut off all the lights, and locked the door as she left for her run. She lives just outside the city but theres a nice bike trail that follows the highway, and it conveniently loops back around making it almost a mile long. She enjoys the quiet hum of the of the traffic, she doesn't wear earbuds so she can be aware if her surroundings as she runs. As Cassie is running along the path shes taken a million times she cant help but notice a black sedan slow down to follow her, she keeps her eyes forward and just hopes they pass her by.

"Maybe theyre looking at their phones GPS," she thought to herself, picking up the pace a bit.

The black car speeds up and passes her, causing Cassie to breathe a sigh of relief, but then it pulls to the side of the road where the bike trail and road are almost side by side. Cassie immediately slows her pace drastically, but the driver and passenger both get out and sprint at her. In complete shock Cassie tries to turn around but ends up tripping over her own feet making her hit the concrete hard, but her adrenaline was pumping to hard for her to feel anything, and before she can get up she feels four big hands grab her. One man grabs her hands and forces them behind her back, and another man covers her mouth and presses on her back pinning her to the cold ground. Cassie tries to scream to no success and soon feels something slipping around her wrists, then she feels the sharp pain of zipties tightly constricting her wrists together.

"Dont struggle whore!" she hears a man demand, "Youre gonna come with us nice and easy, unless you want it to go another way!"

She felt the sharp point of a blade pressed against her side, and in that moment her body went numb.

"This cant be happening!" she screamed internally, "Ive done everything im supposed to, why is this happening to me!"

Cassie went against every nerve in her body and relaxed, she was at the mercy of her attackers.

"Good girl," one man said in a creepy low voice "Now get up, walk to the car, and lay in the back seat."

Cassie did as they said, but before she got into the backseat one man stuffed some fabric in her mouth and tied it behind her head.

"This is it," she thought, "Im not gonna see my cats, or anyone ever again."

As they drove away she noticed there were two men, it was too dark to determine features but they both looked big, they reeked of cheap whiskey and laughed while they turned up the heavy metal music they were listening to. They drove for what felt like forever, until they turned onto a bumpy dirt road and drove until they parked in a driveway. Both men get out of the car, but only one opened the door at her feet and dragged Cassie halfway out of the car and lifted her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. She could smell the whiskey stronger now, and the nauseating scent of cigarette smoke on his clothes.

The man gives her a sharp smack on her ass, causing Cassie to squeal into her gag, and laughs as he walks her into some building she couldn't see. Inside was dimly lit by a few lanterns and candles, but what she could make out was large cases of McCormick whiskey stacked on top of each other in a corner. The man slammed her down onto a raggedy mattress in one hard motion, making her groan from the impact, and in that moment she could see how small the place was. There was the one corner with the whiskey cases stacked up in front of her, the mattress took up a fair bit of space, and shelving opposite of her with knives and empty liquor bottles strewn about. She looked at the door and saw 3 locks, and she knew getting out of here was not going to be easy.

Cassie could see the men a lot better now. One had a big black beard, a beer belly, and his arms made it clear she couldn't take him in a fight. The other was clean shaven with a bald head, tattoos she couldn't make out, and a more muscular build.

"Now heres whats gonna happen princess," the bearded man said in a gruff voice, "Youre going to do whatever we say, and youll be able to limp home."

The bald man looked her up and down, and she could feel his gaze going up and down her figure as she laid there helpless.

"Mmmmmph, Mmmmph," was all they could hear as Cassie was begging them to let her go, which caused them to laugh boisterously.

"Whats that," the bald man asked, lowering himself down to her face "You said you wanna make us feel good?"

Cassie could feel tears welling up in her eyes, what was she to do in this situation? If she tried to fight they would almost certainly beat her within an inch of her life, but she couldn't stomach the idea of pleasing their sick desires. Before she could have a rational thought the bearded man spanked her quite hard, forcing her to scream into her gag, then he grabbed her breast hard and gave it a few squeezes.

"We made a good choice this time," he growled, "Shes gonna do real well!"

She saw the bald man set up a tri-pod and attach a camera to the top.

"Oooohh yeah," the bald man said, clicking the camera on "Welcome to our pleasure palace little whore. Let the fun begin!"

The bearded man slapped Cassie hard enough she saw stars, and she felt as he tore her biker shorts off her exposing her thong.

"Oooowheee, look at that ass!" the bald man said in a sinister tone behind the camera.

The bearded man squeezed her ass and immediately she felt his hand aggressively rub her pussy.

"Mmmmmpfgh," was all they could hear as Cassie was begging them not to do this.

She had only been with a few men in her lifetime, and she was terrified of what this was going to be like. The bearded man ripped her thong off her, and spread her ass open exposing her pussy to the camera.

"Look at this fine pussy," the bearded man said in a gruff tone. He aggressively slid his hand over her pussy and swirled his fingers around her clit a few times.

"Is our little whore getting wet?!" The bald man asked.

"Ooohhh, I think so!" the bearded man chuckled.

"No this cant be happening," she thought, "Please stop!"

The bearded man roughly played with her pussy more and she felt her body reacting to it, moving her hips and making her moan into her gag.

"Well fuck me," the bearded man laughed, "I think we got ourselves a live one!"

He jammed two fingers into her, and thrusted them in and out while his other hand spread her ass open more.

"MMMMMMMPH!" Cassie screamed.

Feeling her pussy get stretched by his big fingers was making her body burn hot, and she couldn't control her hips as she shook and contorted from his thrusts.

"Fuck me shes tight," the bearded man sneered, "I think youre gonna like her!"

He pulled his fingers out as fast as he put them in, making Cassies body to tremble in response. Without giving her a break the bearded man spanked her ass hard enough to leave a deep red mark on her ass cheek, and Cassie let out a sharp moan into her gag.

"Why dont you give it to her first," the bearded man said to the bald man, "I think I got her good and warmed up!".

Cassie watched as the bald man took off his belt and dropped it onto the mattress, take off his dirty jeans, and let his boxers fall to the floor. He reached down and forced Cassies ass up, making her turn her head so her face wasn't buried into the mattress, and she felt his hard dick rub against her pussy making her shiver.

"Damn you were right, this bitch is wet!" the bald man chuckled.

Cassie felt the tip of his cock pressing into her pussy, then he jammed it into her sending pain signals all through her body.

"MMMMMMMMPH!" she screamed into the gag, feeling her body tighten and shake as his cock plowed into her.

"Did you just cum?!" the bald man yelled, spanking her making her squirm and scream again "You know this is just getting started right?!"

He grabbed her hips and plowed into her over and over again with no mercy. Cassie felt his cock go deeper then she had ever experienced, feeling it in her stomach stretching her from the inside.

"MMMMM, MMMMMM, MMMM!" she screamed as he fucked her.

The bald man laughed as he grabbed her hair and twisted her head, forcing her face directly into the disgusting mattress.

"This is what a good whore looks like," he moaned, "Just a red ass and a wet pussy!"

He continued to fuck her into the mattress, listening to her screams as he thrusted into her, spanking her hard as he grunted in excitement.

"Now this is my favorite part," the bald man grunted.

He stopped fucking her, keeping his cock deep inside her pussy, and lifted her by her hair. Cassie felt leather around her neck before it tightened, he had placed his belt on her and dropped her back onto the mattress. Cassie air was immediately constricted. He held the belt up and he started fucking her again with long hard thrusts. Cassie felt a wave of panic overtake her as her body started convulsing again, she shook harder than last time feeling like her pussy was going to explode on the mans cock, then she felt the wave of pleasure as her pussy contracted and she couldn't help but let out a deep long moan as she slumped into the mattress.

"Fuuuuuuck, this bitch just squirted all over me!" the bald man said with immense pleasure.

"Lemme get a turn now!" the bearded man yelled.

She felt the bald man rip his cock out of her, causing her to twitch and moan some more, then she was rolled over on her back watching the bearded man hand the camera over.