The August heat was oppressive. The confined space of the old metal-sided warehouse was like an oven, silent but for the buzz of the light fixtures above in the rafters. Sweat was running from Carley’s brow stinging her eyes, but she was unable to wipe it away. Her hands, manacled together were above her blond head, hanging from the hard iron hook of an electric cable hoist. There was just enough tension to keep her hands high above her head, but not enough to take any weight from her feet. Carley’s legs were shaking and her knees felt weak. She was forced to stand tall, however. If she relaxed her legs at all, her arms felt as if they were being torn from her shoulders. The manacles bit cruelly into her wrists and her hands were going numb from the cut off blood supply. Carley’s heart pounded in her chest in terror and confusion. What was she doing here? How had this happened? Only a short time ago she had been walking home barefoot in the heat of a summer night. It was a dark street with no lights, but Carley had always felt safe in this town, and she had walked this way many times before. Then, without warning, she had been grabbed from behind, a hand clapped over her mouth and she was dragged, kicking, into a nearby van. She had attempted to fight off her attacker, but he was too strong, delivering a stunning punch to her jaw. She reeled and, her assailant handcuffed her hands behind her back and used duct tape to bind her ankles and gag her. Immobile, she had lain in terror in the rear of the van as the man got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. They had driven for about an hour before pulling up to the locked gate of a tall chain link fence surrounding an industrial park, quiet and deserted for the night. The man leaned out the window and punched some numbers into a keypad outside the gate. A green light illuminated on the keypad and the gate slid silently open. He put the van back into gear and drove through, the gate closing behind them and locking with a clank. They drove on to a warehouse in the center of the park. The large door of the warehouse was open and the dark interior looked like a cave. Her kidnapper drove the van on into the windowless building and shut off the motor. He got out and a moment later Carley heard the large door of the building roll down. The interior of the van was suddenly flooded with light as the overhead florescent fixtures in the warehouse flickered into life. The side door of the van slid open and the man reached in. He pulled Carley roughly out and effortlessly carried her to a pile of flattened cardboard boxes on the floor. Overhead a hoist was hanging from a roof beam in the center of the building. She had a brief moment of hope when he unlocked one wrist, but he quickly re-cuffed her hands to the front of her body. He took the hoist and placed the small length of chain joining her wrists into the hook. The controls hung from an electrical cable nearby and he punched the "up" button until her arms were high above her head. He then knelt at her legs and removed the duct tape at her ankles. Up to this point her attacker had yet to speak a word.
John stood back to admire his catch. As always, good planning had paid off. Carley was a prime haul, blond, tan and petite. He had been tracking her for the past few days now, long enough to know when she would walk alone down a dark stretch of road. It had been a simple matter to wait behind his parked van and silently grab her as she passed by. As his wealthy family owned the industrial park they were now in, it had also been a simple matter to juggle the security guards work schedule to insure no one else was in the park this night. Soon enough, John would telephone his Yakuza contact, and Carley would be picked up to be delivered to a container ship in the harbor bound for Tokyo. The Japanese mob paid top dollar for young American girls smuggled into the white slave trade. They would be especially pleased with Carley’s fresh "California girl" look. John looked at her with the critical eye of a livestock dealer. She was young. Eighteen perhaps, no more than twenty certainly. Her light blond hair came to the top of her freckled shoulders, bared with the red halter-top that she was wearing. Her breasts, although somewhat small, were firm, nicely shaped and jiggled enticingly beneath the shear top. Carley’s bare midriff was tanned and smooth. She wore a pair of white short-shorts that climbed snugly up the crack of her tight little ass. Carley’s legs, tanned as the rest of her, were slimmed and well defined. John knew his contact would be pleased indeed. John also knew that the Yakuza would pay more if the "merchandise" was "unused". Frankly he didn’t give a damn. With his family ties, money was not an object and besides, he loved his work.
John put out his hand and cupped Carley’s left breast. At the contact she moaned and tried to pull away, but to do so put additional strain on her already anguished arms. John could feel Carley’s nipple beneath the thin fabric and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. Carley yelped and still silent, John slapped her face hard with his other hand. Her cheek stinging, Carley felt tears well up in her eyes, she felt sure that John meant to rape her. Still silent, John reached behind her neck and casually untied the knot of her halter. He released the straps and lowered her top down, revealing her teacup breasts strained against her chest. In contrast to the rest of her tanned body, they were milky white, which served to only accent them. Her nipples were small pink nubs, crinkled with the adrenaline that was flowing through her body. John pulled the lower strap of the halter behind her back and pulled it away completely. Carley was not a virgin, but she had never before felt so exposed. Her fear began to turn to anger, and ignoring the pain in her arms; she brought her knee up hard, aiming for John’s balls. John saw the blow coming and was able to turn, catching her knee on his thigh. It still hurt like hell however, and pissed, he drew back and punched her hard with a closed fist directly onto the tit he had just been fondling. He followed immediately with a vicious backhand to her face. Carley’s head snapped back, she gasped for breath, the wind knocked out of her and saw stars flashing. All the strength went from her legs, she sagged, her shoulders and wrists screamed in agony, taking the full weight of her body. As she struggled to regain her feet, John, calmer now reached down and unbuttoned the fly of Carley’s tight shorts. He worked them down off her slim hips and let them fall in a bunch at her ankles, leaving her nude but for a skimpy pair of bikini panties. Carley could hardy breath; her heart pounded in her chest. The heat of the old warehouse was stifling, her nose was running and she was still gagged with the duct tape. John stepped behind the suffering girl and reached around, taking both of her small breasts in his hands, squeezing and molding. He pinched her pink nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Carley moaned in desperation through the tape covering her mouth as he ground his pelvis into her ass and nuzzled her neck. Her moan turned into a prolonged squeal of pain as grabbed her breasts hard and squeezed with eagle talon hands. He relented; leaving her titties covered with red finger marks and let his hands slide down to grasp the waistband of her panties at either side of her hips. Carley couldn’t help crying out as he suddenly yanked hard, shredding the flimsy garment from her body leaving her nude in the harsh glow of the florescent lights.
John was delighted with the sight of her little white butt, outlined by her tanned thighs. He let his hands caress the smooth globes, squeezing them, then playfully slapped her on one milky cheek. It made a resounding CRACK that echoed through the warehouse, and the flesh jiggled nicely. He stepped back around to the front of Carley to admire the view. As he did his breath caught in her throat. Now that she was naked, Carley had supplied another pleasant surprise. She had no pubic hair. Her bare pussy, shaved and smooth was fully exposed to John’s hungry gaze. Carley winced and her body tensed as John reached out and stroked the little girl flesh. She tried to press her thighs together to hide her pussy and deny it from his touch but to do so put unbelievable strain on her thin arms. John stepped away from her and silent as always began to take off his own clothes. He was in no rush and he neatly folded each garment. Last to come off were his briefs, releasing his straining hard-on. Carley clenched her eyes shut, knowing what must be coming, but not believing that this was all real. She felt John approach, he put his arms around her and pressed his body to hers. In the thick atmosphere of the hot old warehouse her body felt cool and soft. Carley could feel his hard cock pressed against her body. John stood at her side and let his hands roam freely. Carley let out a moan of desperation as his right hand caressed her smooth buttocks. His middle finger worked its way into the valley between the soft mounds to the tight rosebud of her anus. John’s left hand went from squeezing her breasts to cupping her silky soft cunt, tracing the bald cleft and probing deeper. Carley’s knees felt weak and her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly and without warning, John savagely jabbed the middle finger from each hand hard into her. Carley shrieked in pain and shock through her gag as he buried each finger in as deeply as he could. Her eyes flew open and she shook her head, her blond hair flying, flinging droplets in a halo of sweat. John hefted, and if as though his hands were two meat hooks, he lifted her off the pile of flattened boxes by just the two fingers that impaled her. Carley felt intense pain, her asshole and her cunt felt as if they were being torn apart and her head swam. Her lean legs scissored back and forth as she vainly fought the violation of her pussy and her ass. The heat, tension and fear combined with the sudden pain proved to be too much for her abused system. As John lifted her up, Carley struggled briefly, and then her slim body slumped as she passed out.
John release Carley and took a step back. He took a moment to appreciate the picture that was before him. Here was a slim petite young girl, the type that Hollywood referred to as a "Hard Body." Carley’s nude body, bathed in a light sheen of sweat, glistened in the harsh artificial light of the warehouse. Her arms were bound above her blonde head that was now slumped down into her chest, with its small but perfectly defined tits, a trickle of sweat running down between them. Her pale hairless cunt was fully exposed, haloed by the deeply tanned skin of her thighs and belly surrounding it. John licked his dry lips and swallowed. He jabbed the "Down" button to the hoist and lowered Carley all the way to the floor, where she folded into a heap; a puppet with its strings cut. He fished the handcuff key from the pocket of his folded jeans and released her wrists from the hook. He pulled Carley’s arms behind her back and re-closed the cuffs. She was left lying on her back, her perfect little titties pointing straight up. Her legs were splayed apart, exposing the delicate folds of her small shaven cunt. John decided to forego any preliminaries and knelt down on the flattened boxes, with his engorged dick in his hand, he positioned himself between her tanned thighs. He pushed the head of it into her pussy lips, worked it up and down the slit, and found her smooth opening. She was as tight as a fist, but the combined sweat of their bodies provided a natural lubricant and he slid all the way into her body with one slow push. There was moisture deep in her pussy and the heat of her body set his lust on fire. John began a rhythmic pile-driving thrust while his hands mauled her tits and pinched her pink nipples.
Carley’s head swam and she slowly drifted back to conciseness. The first thing that she became aware of was a weight upon her body. She felt a pounding and realized that she was on her back and the pressure was the weight of her attacker’s body, the pounding was his assault on her bare cunt. He was fucking her! She was being raped! She tried to struggle, but with her hands fast behind her and his body on top of hers, there was no escape. He was groping and squeezing her tits so hard, they felt as if they were being torn from her frail ribcage. The only blessing was that it didn’t last long. Her rapist speeded his rhythm, and his breath quickened. Suddenly she felt his body spasm and his hands clenched crushingly on her breasts. He grunted and drained himself deep into her cunt and collapsed, his chest heaving onto her body. Carly began to cry and immediately realized that was a mistake. She was still gagged and with her nose stuffing up, she was beginning to slowly suffocate.
John meanwhile rolled off her and was getting his own breath back. He turned his head to look at Carley and saw the difficulty she was having breathing. He saw her chest working and the desperate look in her eyes. John knew that she was worthless to him dead, so he grabbed the edge of the duct tape gag and tore it from her face in one painful yank. Carley gasped and started to drink in air in great heaving gulps. Lying beside her on the floor, John amused himself by crushing her nipples hard between her fingers while Carley gasped and sobbed. He loved the feel of her breasts, each one fit into his hand like a peach. He cupped one and let his hand ride up and down with the heaving of her chest.
With each breath of air, Carley’s head cleared a little more. She looked to John with desperate eyes and opened her mouth to plead with him. Before she could speak, he clapped one hand over her mouth and brought the finger of his other hand to his lips and shook his head. The meaning was clear enough; she was not to speak. She continued to lay there in terror as his hands took free rein roaming her smooth body. Carley was repulsed by his touch, but there was nothing that she could do to escape it. She felt dirty and violated. This was a nightmare that she could not awaken from.
John stood and reached down to haul Carley roughly to her feet by her upper arm. As she stood, his cum oozed from her cunt and dribbled down her thigh, reinforcing the shame she was feeling. He re-secured the hoist to her handcuffs and to her dismay began to raise it once again. This time with her arms behind her back it felt as though her shoulders were being dislocated. Agony flashed though her arms, and as they were raised, Carley was forced to bend over at the waist. Her tight little butt was thrust out, exposing her puckered anus and her oozing cunt lips. When she was bent almost double, John released the button. He went to stand by her head, and grabbing a fist full of her hair he pushed her face into his crotch. His meaning was clear enough. Carley could smell the mixture of his cum and her own pussy juices. She could see them matted in his pubic hair and was revolted. She couldn’t bring herself to open her mouth and take him in.
John wasn’t pleased. He pulled Carley’s head back by her hair again and slapped her face hard. Again he shoved her into his crotch, and again she refused him. He slapped her again. John knew that he was leaving bruises that would diminish her value to the Yakuza, but he didn’t give a damn. Even beaten, Carley would bring a good price. Besides, John wasn’t in this for the money. Having Carley hanging, nude, raped and beaten was the only reward he cared about. After the third slap, with her face stinging and burning a crimsom red, Carley gave in and John shoved his dick between her pouty lips into her soft mouth. John’s dick began to stiffen again as Carley licked the juices of her rape from him. He moaned softly, and held her head in both hands while he fucked her down her throat. Carley moaned and snuffled, trying to breathe around the thick shaft that was choking her. John pumped for a few more moments until he was fully erect once more. He pulled his cock from her mouth and stepped away. He walked away, leaving Carley hanging, head down, her arms thrust painfully behind and above her back. John was back a moment later with a small wooden crate about a foot high that he set at her feet. He punched the hoist control button once again, and as the motor whirred Carley’s arms were wrenched painfully higher. To relieve some of the pressure so her shoulders would not be dislocated, she had no choice but to step up onto the box.
At once the hoist stopped and John stepped around behind her once again. He paused to take in the picture of Carley, head down, her light blond hair hanging on either side of her pretty face. Her titties were strained against her chest by the position of her arms. Carley’s ass stuck out invitingly. Her tight little sphincter lay bare and exposed just above her little girl cunt lips, still wet with his cum. He placed his hands on her out thrust hips and ground his pelvis into her ass; his erection nestled in the fold between her soft white buttocks. John smiled to himself. The crate had placed Carley’s asshole at just the right height for his waiting cock. Carley could guess what was coming next and struggled weakly, being able to offer only a token resistance. She was horrified however. Carley was no stranger to making love, but she has always drawn the line at anal sex, believing it to be disgusting. Once a lover had tried, while fucking her doggie style, to change the angle of his stroke and surprise her. He was the one that had ended up surprised, when she whirled around and slapped him across the face. She stormed out and never saw him again after that.
John slid his dick up and down the crack of her ass; then, taking it in his hand slipped it easily once again into her damp, slick cunt. He stood still and with Carley softly whimpering, used his hands on her hips to rock her body back and forth him. From this position John has able to thrust deeper than he had before. With every thrust he was able to feel the head of his cock pierce the tight ring of her cervix. Each time he did so, Carley would let out a little yelp. Having just raped her a few minutes earlier, John was able to hold out longer this time but he could fell himself getting close to coming again. Instead, he pulled out of her warm pussy and put the head of his glistening cock against the tight little rosebud of her ass. John pushed and Carley moaned in anguish. He pulled back and thrust forward again, this time getting the head of his hard dick in, forcing a gasp from her. Again, John pulled back and jabbed into her resisting ass, harder this time. Carley’s moan became a wail through clenched teeth, as John forced his way deep into her rectum. She was in agony. Her ass felt as it were being split in two. There was no escape as the handcuffs chewed harder into her slim wrists and her arms felt as if two white-hot pokers were being driven into her shoulders. Her legs could hardly support her any longer, still her rapist lunged into her, cramping her bowls miserably. John wrapped his arms around her waist pulled her abruptly to him, at the same time lunging savagely into her abused body. Carley screamed as John buried his hard cock all the way deep into her asshole. John grunted and jerked, pumping his thick sperm into her a second time. Carley fainted again and sagged in his arms, kept from falling by the cruel way her arms were trussed behind her to the hoist. John rested his head on her smooth back and gasped for breath as his dick softened and Carley’s ass muscles expelled him along with his load.
John stayed that way for a few moments until he had regained his composure. He let go of Carley and walked unsteadily over to his van and took a cell phone from the glove box. He punched in a number and when the call was answered he spoke for the first time the entire evening:
"She’s ready."
