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The day after Julie’s gang rape Hamza plans an abduction
Julie staggered onboard the narrow boat sobbing and gasping. She barely made it to the saloon before she collapsed on to the sofa, her chest heaving. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened to her and it was some time before she was able to compose herself sufficiently to drag herself to the bathroom. She knew that she should report the attack to the police immediately and preserve as much of the evidence as possible but she couldn’t face the thought of her husband knowing. She pulled off her soiled dress and threw it in the corner and looked at her body in the mirror.
There were scratches and bite marks on her tits, neck and shoulders, bruises on her inner thighs and buttocks and scratches and cuts on her back from where she was held down on the ground. Her hair was matted with dried spunk, leaves and small twigs and her cunt still leaked cum from the multiple fucks. She climbed into the shower and turned on the hot water and let it cascade over her. Julie stood there for some and let the water wash away the dirt and her shame. She stayed there until the water ran cold and then wrapped in a bathrobe, she threw herself on the bed. Her mind was in turmoil but she eventually drifted off into a restless sleep where she relived the assault again and again in her dreams.
The early morning sun that streamed through the skylight woke her. She sat up slowly and winced at the pain from her bruised body. Her throat and jaw ached. That was hardly surprising given the number of times a thick hard cock had been forced into her mouth. Her phone rang, it was Mark. “Shit” She thought, “he’s coming back, how the fuck am I going to explain the cuts and bruises”. “Hi darling “ she croaked. “You OK Jules?, sounds like you’ve got a cold”. “No, I’m fine” she replied “just woken up and my throat’s a bit dry that’s all”. “Look Jules, it’s worse than I thought and it’s going to be at least a week before I can get away. Why don’t you ask Janette to join you and keep you company until I get back. She’s only an hour away and it’s half term at the moment so she won’t be working”. Julie inwardly breathed a sigh of relief because she had time for injuries to heal. She agreed to contact her sister and promised she would let him know when Janette arrived.
A few miles away, Hamza sat on his bed. He was engrossed in watching a video that he had made the night before. He massaged his erect cock while he watched himself and his gang as they raped Julie again and again. A young girl was curled up naked beside him. She was one of a number of white teenage girls that serviced Hamza and his gang. Her name was Kylie and she was a “gift” from his uncle Bilal who had grown tired of her. The noise from the video woke her and seeing Hamza wanking thought he wanted to fuck. She rolled over on to her back and automatically spread her legs. Hamza looked down at her, shook his head and said “Nah, suck my cock while I watch this”. She sat up and covered his cock with her mouth and bobbed up on down on his shaft. Hamza was mentally back on the towpath fucking the white MILF and he decided there and then he was going to have her again. As he felt his orgasm building he grabbed hold of Kylie’s head and forced it down on his crotch. His balls tightened and ropes of cum spurted down the helpless girls throat. He ignored her obvious distress and kept her head in place until he was finished and then pushed her casually aside. He had an idea that he needed to run by his uncle.
Julie’s sister Janette was three years her junior. She was a good looking blonde, tall, and with a great pair of tits. She was separated from her husband who six months ago had walked in on her unexpectedly to find her naked and bent over the kitchen table while the teenage boy who delivered their newspaper was vigorously fucking her. He walked out without a word and started divorce proceedings almost immediately . This wasn’t Janette’s first offence. She worked as a teacher and had fucked five of her pupils, all of whom had been sworn to secrecy. She knew that one day someone would talk but she couldn’t stop. She was addicted to teenage cock and craved their firm young bodies and their boundless enthusiasm . Her latest lover, Zac, was a tall 15 year old stud with the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. She let him do anything he wanted to her and his imagination knew no bounds. She revelled in him treating like a whore and was fingering herself thinking of him when Julie called.
“Hi Jules , what’s up”. “Jan, how do fancy a few days on our narrow boat? Mark got called back to London and will be gone all week, and quite frankly, I could really do with the company “. Janette laughed “It’s not like you to be short of company Sis. I would have thought you would have found a suitably well hung replacement by now “. “Very funny Jan” Julie replied “ but joking aside, I really do need you here Jan. Something happened to me last night Jan”. “You’re getting me worried Jules” said Janette “what happened, what are you trying to tell me?” “I don’t want to go into it on the phone Jan, but I was attacked last night”. “I’m on my way” said Janette and packed a bag.
Hamza called on his uncle Bilal who ran a local taxi firm. Bilal was in his office idly thumbing through a porno mag when Hamza entered. He looked up at his nephew and said “how’s that little slag I sent you? I hope she’s behaving herself and doing what’s she’s told “. “Yeh thanks uncle “. he replied. “She’s good as gold, makes a nice fuck toy”. His uncle laughed “She should be, she had plenty of practice when I had her. Anyway, what are you doing here, what do you want? Hamza pulled out his ‘phone and said “I’ve got something to show you uncle”. He gave the ‘phone to his uncle and said “watch this “. He played the recording and watched his uncle’s face as he took in what he was seeing. The old man was literally drooling at the sight of the gorgeous woman being abused. His cock was hard in his pants and strained to break out. Then a sudden thought occurred to him. “Fucking hell boy, did she go to the police?” and he looked around sharply as if he expected the cops to come bursting in. “It’s OK uncle” he said “ Sadiq followed back to her boat and kept watch all night. I’ve just spoken with him and he said no cops came”. Bilal relaxed visibly and said ‘well in that case, I think we need to pay her a visit and see if she needs anything “.
Janette parked her car on the edge of a small housing complex the bordered the canal and walked the half mile to the narrow boat. Julie was on deck dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a baggy sweatshirt. She saw her sister walking along the towpath towards the mooring and waved enthusiastically. Janette reached the boat and the sisters embraced. Before they disappeared into the boat they were photographed surreptitiously by a young boy walking the towpath, who immediately sent the images to Hamza.
Down in the Saloon Julie fixed some drinks and when they were settled Janette said “Alright Jules, I want you to tell me what the fuck happened and don’t leave anything out”. Julie went through the events of the preceding day, from the first encounter with the boys on their bikes, Mark getting the call from his office and her decision to look for someone to fuck. When she reached the part where she was jumped by Hamza and his gang, Janette suddenly became more attentive. She urged Julie to recount in detail everything that the boys did right down to how big their cocks were. Julie looked at her sister and said “For fuck sake Jan, you’re getting off on this”. “Don’t pretend you’re not feeling horny talking about it Jules” she replied. ‘I know you. I bet your pants are soaking aren’t they?” Julie had to admit that her sister was right. Despite everything, she had secretly enjoyed being taken and used by the boys and talking about with her sister had made her as horny as fuck. The sisters were alike in that they both had an insatiable appetite for sex and couldn’t get enough cock – especially hard teenage cock.
Hamza showed the photos of Julie and Janette to his uncle. “Who’s the blonde whore?” Bilal asked. “Dunno” his nephew replied. “A friend or relative maybe?Whoever she is, she’s got a case with her, so it looks like she’s visiting“. Bilal stared at the photo for some minutes, deep in thought . “We can’t do them on the boat”. he said “somebody could walk by and hear them screaming, or see us arriving or leaving. It’s too risky. We’ve got to get them to a place where we can’t be disturbed and take our time with them”. “What about Omar’s lockup” suggested Hamza”. Omar was Bilal’s second cousin, a somewhat mechanic that serviced Bilal’s taxis. He owned a lockup/workshop on an industrial estate five miles from the canal. ‘YES!” exclaimed Bilal. “That’s it! Omar’s has the perfect place, the area’s deserted at night and with the doors closed the bitches can scream as loud as they like and no one will hear them”. Bilal called Omar who was more than happy for them to use his place provided he and his 2 sons got to fuck the women. Bilal agreed, the more the merrier as far as he was concerned. But how to get the whores off the boat?
“I’ll make us something to eat” said Julie. “What do you fancy?” “A young stud with a 7 inch cock” she jokingly replied “But seriously Jules, you shouldn’t be cooking. Let’s go out for an early dinner. There must be some decent places around here. We can go in my car, it’s parked not far from here”. Julie changed into jeans and a T-shirt and the sisters left the boat unaware that they had been observed . As they walked along the towpath towards Janette’s car Hamza’s young lookout on the canal called. “Hamza man, the two bitches have left the boat and I’m following them”. “Stay with them “Hamza replied but for fuck sake, don’t let them see you! Call me back when they get where they’re going “. Hamza then called his uncle.
The two sister strolled along the towpath and Janette told her sister all about Zac. “I tell you Jules, he’s only fifteen but he’s given me the best fucking I’ve ever had and you know that I’ve had plenty of cock in my time!“ They were so engrossed in their conversation that they did not notice the young boy tailing them. He followed them to the parking spot and watched them get into the car and drive away. He made a note of the make, model and registration number and called Hanza with the news.
After dinner at an Italian restaurant they stopped off on the way back to pick up a couple of bottles of wine before returning home. As Janette turned the corner, she noticed that the place where she had been parked was taken by a dark coloured panel van. Luckily (or not, as it turned out) she was able to park alongside. She turned off the engine and both women got out. Janette had just locked the car when the side door of the van suddenly opened and two men in black ski masks leapt out and dragged the stunned sisters inside. The door slammed shut and van stuttered into life and drove off quickly.
To be continued. I hope you enjoyed the story. Feel free to leave any comments or suggestions. [email protected]
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