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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against Party Hard in the QF-2 match
- Theme: One more time
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Boys on the town
I took a deep sigh and dropped the duct tape on the last box, others would have closed their moving boxes with packing tape, but I didn’t trust that flimsy stuff. Duct tape on the other hand was a trusted tool, none of those boxes would suddenly pop open when I was carrying them to the moving van and into the new apartment 3000 miles away. For tonight, I was done and craved a beer.
Picking up my cell phone, I dialed Eric’s number and after ringing three times he picked up.
“Josh my man, ready for the big move?”
“Yup and now I need a beer, care to join me on a night in town.”
Do you even need to ask?” Eric laughed “I’ll pick you up in ten.”
No I didn’t really have to ask, Eric had been my best friend since high school. We had gone through a lot together, not least losing our respective virginities with a pair of cheerleaders the same night. Melinda Sue Brown and Becky Roberts, I could still remember their names.
I grabbed my jacket and walked down to the street. If Eric said he would be there in 10 minutes he didn’t mean 9 or 11 minutes, and he hated to wait on anybody, even me. And there he was driving his battered black van, window open, elbow out and the inevitable cigarette in his mouth. He nodded in greeting, and I climbed into the passenger seat, or to be precisely I did so after tossing the roll of duct tape that had lain there onto the dash. Like myself Eric is a firm believer in the silvery perfection.
We spent a few enjoyable hours at McGregor’s Irish Pub, putting away a couple of Guinness, shooting the shit and ogling our waitress. She was a blonde named Tiffany, or that’s what the name tag on her chest proclaimed. A chest that very nicely filled her white blouse, with enough cleavage to guarantee attention and tips. I guessed she was a student at the nearby college, being in the right age bracket of 21–23 years old. Eric and I were discussing in hushed tone, what was better seeing her come or watching her go away. I consider myself an ass man, and let me tell you she had a mighty fine one. Eric, always the boob aficionado argued for his preference.
“Josh there is no telling with all that fabric in the way. I’m sure she is wearing a bra, squishing those titties flat.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“One more time, for old times sake?” He grinned.
I grinned back, and ordered a last round of Guinness.
We had left the pub a good hour before closing time and sat in the van without lights or music on. The sign had been switch off, perhaps twenty minutes ago, and we now watched the side door opening and Tiffany dumping two large trash bags into the dumpster before walking towards the remaining parked car. Her shoes making a regular patter in the quite night. I moved into the back of the van, kneeling next to the backdoor. I felt the van suddenly accelerate and crossing over the parking lot, when Eric hit the brakes I threw the back door open, jumped out and grabbed the surprised blonde. A quick push and she fell inside the van before she even had the chance to scream. I jumped back in, slammed the doors shut.
At the same time Eric, switched on the headlights, and drove off in a sedate pace, while activating the radio. Thin Lizzy was announcing in loud voices that the boys were back in town. I threw myself onto Tiffany, who started to scream, but there was no chance at all that somebody would hear her over the roaring of the engine and the blaring music.
She started to flail with her arms and fists, and tried to kick me, but in the confined space of a delivery van, there is no contest between a determined man and a lithe woman. I had easily 100 lbs of weight advantage on her. And once I was sitting on her legs, she was lost. The interior of the van was entirely dark, so there was no way she could recognize me. I taped her wrists together rendering her helpless, once that was done another strip was going over her eyes, no reason to take any risks. At this point she started to wail and beg, as I wasn’t inclined to be swayed, I fashioned a gag.
I think the moment when I grabbed underneath her skirt and ripped her panties off, was when she really got panicky. Screaming even more, which left her mouth open for me to cram her panties in, sealing it with, you guessed it more duct tape.
Eric drove to the old quarry, where we switched in the interior lights and reevaluated the tits or ass question. The buttons of her blouse flew off very satisfactory as Eric dug his fingers in and ripped. Revealing a push-up bra, in disgust Eric took a knife and cut the bridge between the cups. Tiffany’s tits were fine, nice and perky, just not as advertised. He flicked up her skirt, to check out her other assets, and declared her shaven cunt for very tight but utterly dry. Some of his saliva made his entry more pleasing for him, nobody cared about Tiffany.
Once it was my turn, she still was pretty tight, but Eric’s cum was providing me with some lubrication as I pounded into her. She must be feeling this was the worst that could happen to her. An opinion she revised as I pulled my slick cock out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. As I said I’m an ass man, the panties behind the duct tape effectively muffled her scream. I told you I love that stuff.
