SIGNS OF THE TIMES
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It's All In The Jeans

By:
J.D. Hoeye


Chapter
III


Another method Tamara innovated was to strip her nude, then tie her spread eagle into the back of the pick up. I then drove into the woods stopping every time I could get my dick up and just use her to come in. She liked it better if I didn't talk to her at all on these trips, and use Vaseline to lubricate her with while I really just raped her as often as I could. I know she enjoyed being used in that manner for two reasons. First, she devised the plan. Second, she would climax wildly about every third time I stopped an jumped in her saddle for a ride.

There were of course, many variations on the theme but her favorite was for me to blindfold and gag her once she was securely bound to the pick up bed. The real send off for her was the dildo. It was really just an ordinary piece of oak limb we had found that closely resembled my own cock. I had sanded it smooth and carved the various featured into it she had requested. When it was finished it really did match my cock right down to the glanis groove and lacing of blood vessels along it.

That dildo was attached to a piece of plywood which in turn was screwed to the wooden bed of the pickup. When the dildo was mounted into the pick up bed, we would carefully arouse her and I would fuck her ass for a few minutes as she was bent over the tail gate. When I was done in her ass, she moved into the bed and I helped her sit on the dildo with it up her ass. I then finished the binding, blinding, and gagging of her.

There were times when we would leave the shop and not come back for several days as I would move from place to place, and rape her each time I stopped. She used to love this variation and would climax every time I drove my cock into her cunt. I could feel the dildo in her ass through her tissues and found the arrangement to my liking. Tamara claimed she came to repeated climaxes as I drove along those rough country roads but it was knowing she was helpless and at my mercy that really turned her on.

She told and demonstrated to me by her intense climaxes, that what really yanked her chain was knowing beyond all doubt she would be brutalized each time the pickup stopped, but not knowing for how long or often at each stop. We spent many nights in the pickup bed with her ass plugged, her body bound tightly and her whole self my mattress with a hole in it.

They say you can't rape the willing, but that's not true. I have raped the willing, many times over.

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