Vicki had to do a little research, but during the course of the following week she discovered where Bud's hangout was.
Early on a hot Saturday afternoon, she decided to make her move. She took a long hot shower, then dabbed musk oil in the hollow of her neck and in her silky cunt fur. She spent half an hour applying make-up, sparkly lavender eye shadow, heavy black liner, and glossy lipstick. She fluffed up her curly red hair and admired the hard, sophisticated look she now projected. She giggled and tweaked her stiffening nipple, then began to get dressed.
She shimmied into a pair of skin-tight designer jeans and pulled a tight, knitted tube top over her head, stretching it down over her tits. Her hard nipples jabbed through the material, presenting a luscious, sexy sight. Next she slipped into some high, platform shoes, completing the image of a hot, eager vamp.
She stole down the stairs quickly and past the kitchen where her mother was preparing dinner as she hummed an unrecognizable tune. Vicki eased out the front door and was soon on her way to the small red-light district in town.
It was a long walk, rather difficult in her high heels, but she didn't have a car, and she didn't want to hitchhike. Nearly half an hour later, she was standing in front of the Les Girls disco bar, featuring nude dancers. Her week of detective work had turned up this place; Bud and Spike and Mike were regular customers. She crossed her fingers, hoping they were inside, and made for the door.
The bouncer looked her up and down, showing his obvious appreciation for her seductive beauty. "Mmmmmmmmm, you're dynamite, baby," he rasped, forgetting to ask her for her I.D.
She winked and flashed him a lewd smile, then trotted through the darkened interior. Loud disco music was playing, and two thin, attractive girls were up on stage, displaying their sleek nude bodies as they undulated to the rhythms of the record being played.
"Sexy!" Vicki said softly to herself as she watched the girls for a few moments. Her cunt began to cream the tight crotch of her jeans.
She surveyed the room and spotted Bud and the rest of the gang immediately. They were in a booth in the back. The place wasn't very crowded this time of day.
Vicki sauntered over to the group, swaying her luscious ass, thrusting her tits out before her.
"Well, will you look at this!" Lana was the first to see her approaching. An expression of genuinely pleased surprise crossed her face.
"Fuckin' shit!" Bud sat up abruptly, his prick beginning to throb in his pants. "Come back for more, bitch?" he rasped.
"Maybe," Vicki said softly, looking him directly in the eye. "Can I join you?"
To her surprise, Lana eagerly made room for her. Vicki grabbed a chair from an empty table and set it down next to the brunette.
Lana put her arm around Vicki's shoulders. "You really look nice, honey," she said throatily.
Vicki didn't quite know how to react, so she smiled, acknowledging the compliment.
"I-I came because… because…" she stammered.
"Because you wanna get fucked," Spike said, belching as he put down his beer.
Vicki raised her chin defiantly, unable to admit to it when it was put so bluntly.
"Ooooooh, sure, baby," Bud said. "We've seen chicks like you before. Well, you lucky little slut, I think we might just oblige you." He moved fast, reaching over and twisting her arm painfully behind her back.
"Uuuuuuuungh!" she groaned.
"Don't make a fuckin' sound," he whispered harshly. He stood up and pulled her with him no one in the club paid them the slightest attention. "Pay the fuckin' bill!" he said to Spike. "We'll be out in the truck."
He swung Vicki around in front of him, still clasping her arm painfully behind her back. Then he walked her out the back entrance to the club, followed by Lana and Mike.
Vicki blinked at the sudden brilliance of the sunlight when they stepped outside into the parking lot. Bud pushed her forward, goosing her ass with his free hand.
"The cuffs, Lana," he said.
Lana fished in her purse and pulled out a pair of police handcuffs. Bud wrenched Vicki's other hand behind her back, and Lana closed the cuffs around her wrists.
"Now wait a minute…" Vicki gasped. "Shut up. Ain't this what you wanted?"
Suddenly, Vicki began to feel that same terrifying fear she had felt the night, of the prom. All at awe, she thought that she had made a terrible mistake.
"I-I've changed my mind," she said, her legs getting wobbly. "I-I want you to let me…"
"Now, now, sugar. Just relax. You're gonna love it," Lana said, tweaking her nipple affectionately. "I tell you, babe, it's where it's at… and today, honey, I'll join you. We'll take it together." As Lana spoke, she began undulating her hips, and her eyelids closed halfway over her smoldering eyes.
Spike joined them then, and Bud pushed Vicki forward so that she fell on her knees, scraping them through her pants on the hard asphalt of the parking lot.
"Aaaaaah! That hurt!" Her heart was beating fast, and her ass and cunt were contracting violently.
"Get Samson's leash!" Bud called to Lana, sneering at Vicki as Vicki stared at him, her gaze filled with hate.
Lana ran to the pickup truck and reached inside the cab. She pulled a dog's leash out, chuckling as she walked over and handed it to Bud.
"What the…"
"Shut up, bitch!" he said, taking the leash from Lana. "We're just gonna try this on for size."
Vicki looked at him, shocked. She immediately began to get up and try to make a getaway, but Spike fell on top of her, pinning her to the ground. He knocked the wind out of her, and she was completely immobilized. Bud was chuckling softly as he approached her, leash in hand.
"Unnngh, no!" she grunted, twisting her head this way and that, trying to prevent him from slipping the leash over her head and around her neck. But Spike reached down and throttled her, forcing her to extend her neck so Bud could easily slide the neck loop over her head and buckle it tightly around her throat.
He cinched it so hard she began to cough violently.
"Now, we're gonna walk over to the truck," Bud said.
Spike got off of Vicki. She was still coughing and spluttering, barely able to breathe, completely unable to speak.
"Heel!" Bud called. He pulled hard on the leash, dragging Vicki along the hot asphalt. She could feel the rough surface through her denims and she winced, a few tears spilling out of her eyes.
"Heel, bitch! Heel!" Bud threw his head back and laughed. He pulled on the leash hard again and Vicki was dragged forward, forced to crawl on her knees behind him. He began to walk quickly as he headed for the truck. Then he waited till she had caught up to him.
"Stand up," he commanded. He pulled up on the leash, brutally jerking her neck, a large bruise beginning to form there.
"Get in!" he opened the door to the truck.
She stepped up, and he shoved her forward. Lana got in on the other side, and Spike and Mike hopped in the back.
God, where are they taking me? she wondered, the fear beginning to mount, gripping her guts as if with icy fingers.
Bud slid in next to her and slammed the door shut. He started the engine, and they lurched forward and out of the parking lot.
As they rumbled along, Lana reached for Vicki's crotch, trying to unsnap the waistband and lower the zipper of her jeans. When Vicki squirmed away from her, she pulled hard on the end of the leash, choking her.
Vicki's eyes bulged, and her face turned red. Lana, breathing hard, eased up and reached with her free hand again, sliding the zipper down, probing Vicki's furry little cunt mound with her fingers.
Vicki gurgled and writhed, feeling the excitement mount in her. There was something thrilling and frightening about having the depraved girl toying with her pussy while she kept a steady hand on the leash, always ready to pull hard on it.
The closeness to the pain, the fact that she never knew when it was coming, was causing Vicki to churn with arousal. Her cunt was spasming, and her nipples were thrusting out, hard and pointed. She could feel cunt juice begin to seep from between her cuntlips.
"Mmmmmmmm, nice and wet," sighed Lana as she slid her finger up and down the groove of Vicki's pussy. "She's hot – she really loves it, Bud."
Vicki grunted. She was rolling back and forth, bouncing her ass on the seat, the fragrant warmth of Lana's body on one side of her, the tense, sweaty urgency of Bud's body on the other side.
The leather leash chafed her neck, and every time Lana tightened up on it, intense spasms of pleasure and fear raced up and down Vicki's spine. Several times she almost came, but Lana always lifted her fingers from her cunt and clit when she sensed that Vicki was about to come, delaying her orgasm.
The teasing went on for nearly fifteen minutes before they finally reached the outskirts of town. The homes there were very far apart, many surrounded by large yards and gardens, some with a few acres of open fields between them. Bud turned the car into the driveway of one very old A-frame and killed the engine.
Though it had been very dark the night they had abducted her and raped her, Vicki somehow knew that this was where her degradation had taken place.
Lana eased out the side of the truck, the end of the leash in her hand. She pulled hard on it, and Vicki tumbled on it, falling on her side and thumping her head.
"Uuuuungh!" she grunted, dazed and choking slightly.
"We were easy on you last time, you little bitch," Bud said looking down at her, a big cock bulge throbbing in his jeans. "This time, we won't be so gentle. Strip her."
Lana handed him the end of the leash, then she knelt down by Vicki, pulling her unzipped pants down over her hips and legs, pausing to remove her shoes. She flung the pants in the dirt.
"Need your knife," she called to Bud. He quickly dug into his pocket and scooped it out, tossing it to her.
Holding the material of Vicki's tube top out from her body, Lana ripped into the knitted material with the knife, cutting it in half. The halves fell away, revealing Vicki's beautiful tits.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah. Just like I remembered 'em," Bud rasped. "Get the rope." He turned to Mike, who was still standing near the truck. "We're gonna have us a little show, and Vicki, here, is gonna be the star."
He pulled up on the leash and Vicki rose first to her knees and then to her feet. Her lush body, soiled slightly by the dirty driveway, enticed them all.
He dragged and pulled her over toward the back yard, and she looked around quickly, noting that the entire area was enclosed by a tall fence. Bud shoved her roughly to the ground again, and she gasped, falling in a heap. She shuddered violently, for right before her eyes was a large stake sticking out of the ground.
Mike came over with the ropes, and, when Bud nodded to him curtly, he bent down and tied Vicki's handcuffed wrists to the stake, at last removing the looped leash from her neck.
Vicki, lying on her belly, her wrists tied to the stake, eased her head around, trying to get the sore, cramped feeling out of her neck. Her heart was pounding. Her cunt mound rubbed against the rough dirt, setting, her clit to vibrating. What would they do to her now? Fuck her in the ass? Fuck their pricks in her cunt from behind? Whip her maybe? Thick pussy cream began to ooze out of her fuck hole, and she began to breathe in desperate gasps. She just couldn't seem to control herself.
The slight bucking movements of her ass and hips were not lost on Bud. "Think you're pretty hot, huh, bitch? Well, you ain't hot enough… not yet!"
He eased down on his haunches so that he was facing her across the stake. From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a cigarette lighter and flicked it. The flame was set on high, and it flared up hugely. She instinctively gasped and jerked her head back. "Noooooooo!"
"Gonna get your pussy really hot, bitch!"
"Nooooo! Help!" she wailed, kicking her feet and moving her ass desperately.
"Gag her," Bud said.
Lana untied the red bandana she was wearing around her neck and knelt down by the girl. She yanked hard on her curly red hair, and, as Vicki opened her mouth to protest, forced the scarf into her mouth, tying it at the back of her head.
Bud moved around to her feet, the flame still wavering and jumping in the air. Spike and Mike each grabbed one of her legs, spreading them wide, revealing her drooling pink cunt gash.
Vicki had never been so frightened in her life. The blood thudded in her head, and she could hear her heartbeat echo in her ears. But still, her cunt oozed pussy cream and her ass clenched and unclenched with arousal.