Like I told Claire, I've been writing in an uncensored environment for the last two months. I'm not really sure I can ever get back to censored writing, for it is very different; even 18+ characters have memories, flashbacks, etc. But then, I still have some stories lingering in the derelict pages of TheBlackVan, such as this one...
Warning: 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 aforesaid story is about rape fantasy. It is fiction. Its author does not condone rape or sexual abuse in any shape or form. All characters featured in this story are fictitious and all characters featured in any sexual depiction are over 18. No frills! All fun and lots of cum.
This story has a very simple plot. I hope you will enjoy it.
After the mandatory selfie in front of the Taj Mahal, the young tourists from New Jersey headed for Bangalore, where they got their first taste of Bangalore Mutton Phal. After that, they drove further south in their rental car and stayed at Thappalu Resort.
It was India, the country where the air tastes like tropical perfume, where the sun is nearly always hot and sweat-generating. It was a destination famous among Westerners with an ambition of hoarding likes on Facebook and Instagram.
Sabrina, Nina, Jenny, Danny and Chad thought they were open liberals and each of them thought she/he was a highly original person bringing a unique touch to our world. They each had their bucket list of to-do things like millions upon millions of young Westerners. Travel was their religion. Their way of behaving and their dress code (or lack of) was quite offensive to the truly religious people in India.
Sabrina was 22 years old. She was hot, really hot, always wearing a t-shirt that showcased the perky roundness of perfect boobs that must be maddening to see without the said shirt. People in India always stare at foreign nationals. Indian men especially stared at her and her pretty face, encased in bobbed hair that hugged the base of her neck in straight, silky threads of shimmering brown. Her eyes of turquoise were a life-altering sight and she knew how to use make-up to make her charms even more maddening.
Sabrina was single, whereas Nina and Jenny were with Danny and Chad, respectively. Danny and Chad dreamed of a threesome with Sabrina. Sabrina always teased their cock without realizing or caring about it. She always slept in a separate room by herself. They were all around that same age when people tend to think that nothing really serious can happen to them.
When Danny and Chad organized a most amazing foursome with Nina and Jenny, both young studs had an amazing time, exchanging and sharing their girlfriends, yet they were disappointed that Sabrina didn’t partake. She must have heard them!
Nina and Jenny were hot in their own right, but Sabrina had an unfathomable touch of mystery.
Sabrina was the ultimate test of humility for Danny and Chad. Danny fucked Jenny with unmitigated delight; his friend’s girl had dark hair, pale skin and a killer smile. She also had a killer booty, an ass just as sweet as the rest of her.
Nina was a yoga instructor with a toned body and long dark hair; all this with a slightly olive complexion and a slightly oversized nose that spoke of her family’s Italian roots. She was petite… feminine without trying! Fucking her was quite fulfilling and transgressive for Chad.
In spite of this amazing time and the prospect of other foursomes, Danny and Chad were entitled enough to feel disappointed by the fact that they had yet to become intimate with Sabrina, who was a very close friend of Nina’s. Both studied English Literature, while Jenny had majored in gender studies.
Danny and Chad were in their mid-twenties. They were well-off businessmen and investors. The world was their oyster. Yet they could not get Sabrina. They were miserably failing their test of humility. They always wanted more. They were never satisfied. They were very attractive guys, both of them, and could get lots of matches on Tinder, unlike 95% of all males. They still felt bitter because Sabrina’s butt was proving a lot more elusive than they thought.
Sabrina was not a virtue signaler who abstained from anything dirty. Quite the opposite. The year before, she travelled by herself to Quebec City and met a 50-year-old man who proved such a sweet and caring man. He was also a great lover in bed. Sabrina had a thing for older men. Only Nina knew this. Sabrina never spoke of her intimate life with anyone else. She feared people being judgemental with her and hated being kink-shamed. She had always fantasized about men of her dad’s age; she was just wired that way. Chad and Danny didn’t stand a chance with her. Greying hair and balding heads were the best to make her wet.
When she was hearing the moanings, whimpers and groans from the wild foursome unfolding in the next room, Sabrina masturbated. She was picturing herself in the arms of that married Canadian; she was reliving the wonderful time when they had sex outdoors, in a cemetary under the twilight sky. He fucked her on a bed of leaves and screamed his bliss as she kissed him. Shortly before she hit her climax, she relived the time when she lost her virginity to a school bus driver.
Sabrina bit her pillow to avoid being heard by the entire resort. She was perhaps the one who experienced the most powerful orgasm among the five of them on that Indian night, yet she slept alone.
Today, they were trying something different. Instead of following the usual tourist route, they would explore the dirt trails and visit some remote villages. This would really set them apart from the crowd and give them bragging rights on Instagram. Sabrina and other people told them that it was dangerous. Locals tried to dissuade them from doing this; the people in these villages disliked foreigners; and they lived under their own laws.
Peer pressure proved too strong for Sabrina, who didn’t want to leave her friend Nina and felt a sting in her pride when Jenny called her a chicken. Jenny and her didn’t get along that well. To Sabrina, Jenny was just a self-entitled woke; she was a perfect fit for her boyfriend Chad. She couldn’t fathom why Nina, being such an intelligent person, had allowed herself to be in this foursome with Chad… Did she fuck him? Really? She didn’t want to know.
So it was that they drove in their jam-packed rental car, bobbing on a winding, bumpy trail of dirt. These roads were dangerous to drive. They were too narrow, and when two vehicles met, one or both had to veer half into the lush greenery, overlooked by majestic trees. They would have remained stuck in the mud only a couple miles into their trip if they had been foolish enough to try it during the moonsoon season.
Chad was at the wheel and having the time of his life. “Wahoo!” he went, driving a bit too fast in a childish and pointless attempt at impressing Sabrina, who was quite annoyed with his antics. From the backseat, where she was crammed between Nina and Jenny, she kept telling Chad to drive at a safer speed.
Chad wasn’t even realizing how lucky he was to be able to drive these trails due to a dry weather. Their small car was raising a nice cloud of smoke in its wake. Local people knew that these were tourists. Only foreigners drove so carelessly in these parts, and this was a rare event, thankfully.
Manish was driving his manure truck on that trail. When he braked to avoid a head-on collision, the young tourist driving that small green car beeped at him and yelled in English through the open window. Manish veered into the lush roadside and took a hard look at these stupid foreigners.
He saw two young men and three smaller silhouettes in the backseat. Girls! They must be young, attractive girls. Manish didn’t see them too well from the driver’s seat, but he knew he would be damned if these passengers were not some cute foreigners.
He called Rahul, who was driving a little distance back.
“Rahul, look out. There’s an idiot driving too fast! It’s a green car. You’ll see them in a minute!”
Manish then drove some distance further, until he saw wath he was looking for — a small clearing that left room enough for him to turn about and start following that green car. The dry ground allowed him to do so.
They were easy enough to follow with the cloud of dust they were leaving behind under the pristine blue of Indian sky. After a while, he picked up his comms device again and called Rahul…
“Look out Rahul! I’m coming your way. I think it would be wise for you to turn about too. There are two guys and we need to be two, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m already following them, Manish. One of their girls stuck out her head out of the rear window and waved at me like a crazy chick. You know how efficient I am. Let’s follow them from a distance and see where they’re going. We don’t get such opportunities very often here.”
In the green car, the girls were bickering in the backseat.
“Are you fucking out of your mind, Jenny, waiving like this at that truck driver? This is India! This is fucking India!” said Sabrina in a scolding tone.
“Ohh, cut it out, Miss I’m Right! You’re the one sleeping alone and feeling lonely! I can understand you feel bitter, but…”
“A kid like you couldn’t even begin to understand my look on life. Mind your own business, and be happy with your Chad! I’m not jealous!”
“Oohh, come on, you two. Just be zen,” Nina cut in. “But I think Sabrina is right. These are remote parts of India and we better keep a low profile. Please, Chad. Drive slower.”
“Yeah! With Chad driving the way he is and leaving so much dust in our wake, we could just advertise for all to see 20 miles around, that the tourists are there!” snarled Sabrina as she sighed.
Chad was hurt in his pride when he heard the way Sabrina pronounced his name. There was a touch of contempt in her tone. If he thought he had any chances to seduce her, he knew deep down that his game was over. He wasn’t used to have girls treating him like this.
“What a stuck-up bitch!” he thought as he drove on, even faster and more aggressively.
“Hey! Slow down, Chad! Look out!” Nina yelled.
Chad saw the farmer on the road; he didn’t see the flock of ducks in time. He merely drove on and laughed as he saw the dots of shadow lying on the sun-baked dirt.
He just killed two ducks. That old farmer was known as “the friend of ducks” and was a very popular figure in the village. He was a widower, yet he still lived a very active life; some of the village girls liked him.
The hamlet was just around the next bend.
When the American tourists got out of the car and started to take pictures and selfies, everybody stared at them.
These were not welcoming stares. Most men looked at the foreign girls with a predatory stare.
Sabrina and Nina felt immediately unsafe, while Jenny was laughing and taking selfies with Chad.
“What’s the matter, Nina?” Danny asked.
“Danny, honey, we must leave! Now! Right fucking now!”
Danny looked at the gathering villagers. There were no less than a dozen men of all ages, from teens to old farts, which was probably the fifties or sixties in these parts. He saw the stares; he saw how predatory they were. All these mahogany-faced men were staring at them, and not in a good way.
They were especially staring at the girls. He could feel it deep in his bones that these men were a very different breed from the ones he had seen in towns and cities. These men clearly didn’t like foreigners. Nina was right. It was better to leave. Coming in this place was a very bad idea.
Then, loud voices were heard in a language that Danny didn’t understand a word of. Sabrina was nearly fluent in Hindi, but this was a dialect that she didn’t know at all. Besides, Hindi was not spoken that much in these parts south of Bengalore.
The old farmer was there, his two dead ducks in his hand. He was pointing at the car.
“We must leave! Quick! Quick! Get in the car! Get in the car!” Sabrina yelled at the top of her voice.
More people were gathering around the foreigners. They were encircling them and the features in their brown faces showed nothing but anger and hatred.
In front of such a hostile crowd, even Chad got the message.
“Quick! Jump in the car!” he said as he took his driver’s seat and started fumbling with the seatbelt.
“Fuck the seatbelt!” Sabrina barked. “Let’s go! Drive! Drive!”
The first stone, a large one, hit the windshield and shattered a layer as Chad started the engine and pushed the gas pedal down. The villagers hurled stones at the car as it sped up in a dust smoke.
The small mob opened to give way as the car drove off, but a child did not move in time and was struck.
“Shit! I hit someone!” Chad exhaled. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he yelled as he braked.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop, you fool! Drive on! This is not US… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
The girls filled the small car with their terrified screams as a rear window was shattered and shards exploded and rained down on Jenny, who sat on the left side. Arms reached inside the car and Jenny squealed as a man grabbed her.
Chad hit the gas again and this time, he drove on and didn’t stop anymore.
He was panicking.
A short distance after the village, he saw a crossroad. He went left. He had no idea where he was going. It suddenly occurred to him that there was no GPS in the 1980s car he was driving and he was at a high risk of getting lost.
He had no choice. He had to put as much distance as possible between him and this village. He drove on fast with a trailing cloud of dust.
“Damnit!” he cursed. This road was a dead end. Beyond it went a narrow trail where one could only go on a motorbike or afoot or on horse. No one ever walked there, though, as this was hunting grounds for tigers.
He put the car in reverse and turned it around.
“We’ll take the other trail. Don’t worry. If we drive fast enough, we’ll make it before they catch up with us.”
It needs to be said that Chad was a natural at driving and he could have made a good rally driver if he had cared to train for it. He went like “phew!” when he reached the crossroad again.
He cursed and braked.
There was a truck blocking the way. He recognized it. It was the same manure truck he had almost crashed into earlier. What was this guy doing here? Wasn’t he headed west?
“Hey, meathead! Move that thing! We’re in a hurry! Hey! It’s urgent!!! … Hey! I’m talking to you, moron!”
Chad was outside the car with the open door. There were two trucks blocking the road. People were coming. He heard their shouts from a distance. The villagers! Sabrina got out of the car and tried to talk to the driver in Hindi. She stood close to the driver’s door.
“Sabrina! Come back! Run! Run!!!” Nina yelled at her as she spotted the other driver, who had stepped out of his truck and now rushed at Sabrina.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!” Jenny screamed in fright as the driver dove like a football linebacker and caught an ankle of Sabrina as she ran away.
She tripped. Moments later, the Indian driver grabbed Sabrina and wouldn’t let go of her no matter how she squealed and kicked. The second driver stepped off his manure truck. He was tall and very well built.
The dark-faced man smiled at Sabrina and said something in his language. The other driver groped her breasts through her tan t-shirt. As he felt the civilized firmness of her bra-encased boobs, he also felt a raging erection quickly rising. Raping this foreign national was going to be fun!
Sabrina squealed and started crying as she felt these hands violating her intimity and sensed in great alarm that these men were far too strong for her. She screamed…
“Nnoooooooooo! Let me go! Let me gooooooooooo!!!”
“Do something, you morons! We can’t leave her like this!” barked Nina as she herself ran to help Sabrina.
Chad just stood there and watched. “This will teach her not to be such a stuck-up bitch!” an evil voice said within him as he felt his arousal take hold of him and realized that he would actually enjoy watching Sabrina getting gang-raped by these dark-skinned Indians.
Only Danny went to help Nina.
Jenny was just screaming and panicking. She flung herself into Chad’s arms. She saw Chad’s erection and understood that there were things about her boyfriend that she didn’t know much about. That erection creeped her out and she recoiled from Chad’s arms.
Manish faced Danny and Nina by himself while Rahul kept their captive from running away. Rahul was fast and slim, while Manish was six feet tall, a solid two hundred pounds. From time to time, he engaged in bare-knuckle boxing matches. He was good.
He went for the man first. Rightly so.
Danny had no idea a man could punch that hard.
Everything was over when he woke up with a horrible headache.
He was being half-dragged, half-carried by angry villagers. Amid the foreign jeers and yells, Danny heard the girls sobbing and begging the men to please stop groping them. He confusely saw that they were still wearing their clothes. The small mob were bringing them back to the village. Whatever their intentions were, it didn’t sound all too good for them.
“I’m an American citizen! I’m an American citizen!” Chad kept indignantly repeating, while men laughed in his face and sometimes punched him whenever his childish voice got a bit too annoying.
Danny suddenly realized that they could actually lose their life and never see New Jersey again. He also realized that he truly loved Nina and ought to marry her. He promised himself that he’d do that if they made it back home. He took courage. Amid the yelling and cursing of the villagers who kept spitting at them, he took courage and spirit. Now, he had something to live for.
TO BE CONTINUED.
But I have to say, just three women and a village? That's almost a small scale private affair from what I'm used to reading from you! 
But all jokes aside, the ignorant tourists always make for good victims, right?