Truly Trapped

By: Cellular

Chapter 2,

“Lay her down on the floor,” I heard Jake’s voice say once we were in. “We don’t want anyone recognizing her through any of the windows.”

“Should we blindfold her again, so she can’t see where we’re going?” Sam asked.

“Nah, she’s not getting away, there’s no point,” Scott said.

“Alright,” Jake said, “Sam, get up there and start driving. Scott, go sleep so that you can take the next driving shift. I’ll watch these two.” He was referring to me, lying on the floor, and Kyle, who was sitting at my feet, staring at the floor.

After about twenty minutes, Jake took off the gag and pulled what I recognized as a pair of my underwear out of my mouth. “No one will be able to hear you if you scream.” He sat back on the couch. “You can talk if you want, but try to keep it down. Scott gets very angry when he’s woken up sometimes.”

My mouth was dry, making my voice hoarse. “Why me?”

“Scott told you, someone suggested that we take you with us.”


“Is that really important at this point?”

I decided that it wasn’t. “What are you going to do to me?”

He smiled at me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

I swallowed. Trying to distract myself, I asked, “Why is he here?” as I looked at Kyle.

“A friend of a friend. We were going to try to get ransom money, but it turns out that he didn’t have any family. Stupid mistake on Sam’s part. We decided that he might be useful at some point.”

I closed my eyes. I was too tired to think of any more questions. I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes again Sam was watching a movie on the couch and Kyle was sleeping. The RV wasn’t moving anymore. The door to the outside opened and Scott and Jake walked inside. Scott was carrying a bag, which he went to go put in the refrigerator, and Jake walked over to me.

“Come on, up you get,” he said, pulling me up by my arm. I struggled to get up without using my arms and with my feet still tied together.

“Why, what’s going on?” I asked.

“Remember when I told you that you’d find out later?” I nodded. “Well, it’s later.” He started taking me towards the back of the RV. “Scott, it’s your turn to drive. Sam, come help for a second, then you can get back to your movie, if you want.”

Jake lead me back to a bed. As soon as I saw it, I started pulling away from him. He threw me on the bed and straddled me. “If you scream, you’ll be sorry,” he told me. He used a second pair of handcuffs to handcuff me to a hole in the headboard. He pulled my shirt down past my waist and then held onto me by my chest as Sam pulled the shirt off me all the way. I could feel Sam untie the rope from my left leg and tied that end to something I couldn’t see.

“There ya go,” Sam said to Jake. I started to panic as Sam left the room. Jake moved so that he was straddling my hips instead of my chest. He looked down at me with hunger in his eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor.

He leaned down and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I heard him unzipping his pants he got off the bed to pull them off and then straddled me again with his dick right above my face. “No biting,” he told me. He lowered himself, forcing his way into my mouth. I tried not to gag as he thrust himself again and again, his dick hardening. He moaned and pulled himself off of me. “Don’t want to do that there,” he said, getting off the bed again.

He walked down and grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants, pulling them and my underwear off until they were hanging around my right ankle. He got back on the bed and positioned himself above me. He thrust himself into me without warning and I moaned in pain, trying not to scream. He started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster. We realized at about the same time that I was getting wetter as he thrusted even faster. I shut my eyes, trying to block it all out.

Suddenly, he pulled out. He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my stomach, making me cry out with surprise. He slapped my ass. “Very nice,” he said. “Someone works out.” He pulled up on my waist and forced himself inside my ass. I gasped in pain. He pushed himself all the way into me, going slowly, as if to draw out the pain. He held me up with his left arm as he leaned down to grab my right breast and whisper in my ear, “You like that, slut? I hope so. I hope you are enjoying all of this, because we all sure as hell do. And we’re all going to keep doing this for as long as we want, which could be for the rest of your life.” I shut my eyes as tight as I could. “Do you understand that?” he asked, pulling out a little and thrusting in again quickly.

“Yes!” I cried out.

“Yes, what?” he asked, straightening up and slapping me again.

“Yes, I understand.” I started crying.

“Good.” He started raping me that way for a while. Then he pulled out and flipped me back over, pushing himself back inside me. He grabbed my hips and thrusted harder than before. I orgasmed, and he smirked at me. “Good girl,” he said, mocking me. He kept going and then pulled out to cum on my stomach. He got off, threw a towel on me, and undid the handcuffs attached to the headboard. “Clean yourself off, now,” he told me, still mocking. Jake pulled on his jeans and shirt and walked out of the room, leaving me tied to the bed.

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