Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
The girl looked unsure, but Brenda placed a hand on her arm. “Please, you’d really be helping me out of a jam.”
The girl shrugged. “Okay, I guess,” she repeated.
As the pair climbed into the girl’s car, Robert slid out of sight and shot a fist of excitement into the air. Brenda had done it again.
He took off at a trot toward the back of the building, weaving through the lot to avoid being in the girl’s line of sight. Leaving their own cars safely at home, they’d taken an Uber into town, and then caught a bus to this particular supermarket, which only had cameras in the front parking lot.
As soon as the Ford pulled into the spot beside the dumpster, Robert appeared at the driver’s side and yanked open the door. He reached for the girl’s seatbelt and released it. Before she could react, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out. Moving quickly, he yanked one arm up hard behind her back, while covering her mouth with his free hand. The girl struggled against him, but she was no match for his strength.
Brenda, meanwhile, leaped out of the passenger seat and pulled the back door open. The girl weighed almost nothing. It was easy for Robert to force her into the car and then slide in beside her and pull the door closed. They got it all done in under ten seconds.
Brenda, already in the driver’s seat, drove sedately out of the lot. As she turned onto the road, she reached into her bag for the syringe.
Holding the yelping, thrashing girl with one arm, Robert accepted the syringe Brenda held up, her eyes still on the road. Flipping up the girl’s skirt, he plunged the needle into her thigh, releasing a powerful dose of a knockout drug into her system.
Within seconds, her struggling slowed and then ceased, her body going limp as her eyes rolled back in her head. Robert adjusted her so she lay in his lap, her body stretched out along the seat.
Eager to see their new toy’s body, he tore open her blouse in a spray of buttons and then pushed up her bra. Brenda had been right. Her tits were small but pretty, nicely rounded, with pale pink nipples.
“She’s got cute little titties,” he said, his cock stiffening with appreciation. “We’re going to have fun with this one.” He smiled, imagining all the wonderful, terrible things they were going to do to her. He twisted one of her nipples, just for fun. She didn’t even flinch. She was out cold.
Brenda laughed. “We did it, babe. I told you she was a good mark. I can’t wait to get her home.”
“You picked a good one,” Robert agreed admiringly. He mauled the girl’s breasts and then lightly slapped her face, which remained slack and still. She really wasn’t so bad looking, now that the scowl was off her face.
His cock was painfully bent in his jeans. As Brenda pulled onto the highway, he unzipped his fly and adjusted himself. Too bad he’d had to knock her out. He would have liked to shove his cock down her throat right then and make her suck him off good. Ah, well. Plenty of time for that later.
He pushed her head forward so he could get his cock out. Fisting his shaft, he stared down at their new toy, barely able to contain his excitement.
“Come on her face, babe,” Brenda said in a husky voice, and he saw she was watching in the rearview mirror.
“Your wish is my command,” Robert said with a laugh. He squeezed the girl’s pretty little titties with one hand as he jerked himself off with the other. Aroused as he was, it didn’t take long. Aiming his dick, he shot his load on her face and chest.
The girl was still out when they pulled into their long drive. The place was built for privacy, including the twelve-foot electrified fence that surrounded the ten-acre country property.
Brenda eased the old car into the four-car garage, next to Brenda’s Bentley, the Land Rover and his Porsche 911. Robert climbed out and hoisted the limp girl into his arms. Brenda held open the door that led from the garage into the kitchen.
Robert laid the girl on the kitchen table while Brenda riffled through her purse. She found the girl’s wallet, which held her driver’s license in a plastic sleeve. Peering at it, Brenda read, “Jane Frug.” She made a face. “What the hell kind of a name is Frug?”
“Sounds like frog. I bet she was teased a lot in school,” Robert offered with a grin.
Brenda leaned over the table, examining the girl’s face. “She looks a little bit like a frog,” she said nastily. “If we kiss her, does she turn into a princess?”
Robert grinned. “You’re the only princess I want, babe,” he said.