Operation Violation: Chapter Four by Joby+Briar

Rating: 87%, Read 57060 times, Posted Aug 23, 2010

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Ray went into his living room and sat on the floor, still very much naked as he took a breather. These girls were going to wear him out before the day was even up. He looked outside; it was starting to get dark. Their parents would start looking for them, maybe. It was summer and they were most likely on school vacation, so that wasn’t much of an issue. No one really knew that Ray lived here, save for his friends . . .

At that thought, he suddenly had an idea. He grabbed his phone and made three phone calls. When he was finished with them, he grinned to himself. He was brilliant!

He went to the kitchen to grab himself some coffee and a sandwich, trying to gain back some energy. Those girls had worn him out…well, almost.

He knew what he wanted to do next; he made his way back to Ashleigh and began to untie her. She looked at him, completely scared out of her mind.

“Come on sweetie,” he coaxed. He picked her up. She didn’t struggle, worn out, sore, and terrified. “You’re first.” He placed her in bathtub and grabbed a wash cloth. Her makeup ran down her cheeks, smeared around her eyes. He lips were swollen; his cum drying slowly on her face. Streaks of red ran down her inner thighs as well as his and her cum. He turned the water on and essentially, bathed her. He washed her face, shampooed her hair, and gently rubbed away the blood and body fluids. When she was rinsed off, he dried her, brushed her hair, and hugged her close.

“You’re very beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands through her damp hair. “I can take care of you. It can be like this, always.” Ashleigh was silent, letting Ray tell her his sick thoughts. “Come on now, follow me.” He took her by the hand and led her through his house to a door that locked from the outside. He opened it, revealing a long staircase into darkness. It smelled wet and cold. It led to the basement.

Cold terror filled Ashleigh’s veins. She knew that if she went down there, she’d never see her family again. She froze and struggled to wretch her hand free from his grasp. The attempt was futile; Ray wrapped his arms around her and dragged her down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the landing, he flipped the lights on.

Ashleigh almost fainted in shock at what she saw. The walls were bare brick; the floors were concrete in places and white plush carpet in others. The flickering fluorescent lights above lit the basement sparsely. There were two doors to the left hand side. As far as Ashleigh could tell, there was only one window and it was boarded shut.

There were two z-racks of clothing off to the side, a two-drawer dresser, and a full-length mirror. A vanity was next to that, with all the makeup a teenage girl could ask for. A twin bed with pink and white bedding sat in the other corner, a bookcase of unmarked VHS and DVDs next to a small TV. It almost looked like a bedroom. Ashleigh was confused.

“You like it?” It hit her. It was a bedroom. “Go ahead and get dolled up. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” He winked at her and bolted back upstairs. She heard the lock click behind him. She fell to the floor and began to sob.

Back upstairs, Ray gathered up his jeans and slipped them on. He went outside to the shed and peeked in. Karah and Leah were awake; Kasey was sleeping, her head in Leah’s lap, the rest of her in Karah’s. All three girls were on the cot. They froze at the sight of Ray, looking even more terrified than before.

“Hi ladies,” he said smoothly as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Which one of you wants to go first?”

“First for what?” Leah spat, glaring at him. Ray laughed.

“Not for what you’re thinking, little Lee-Lee,” Ray chided. Leah made a disgusted face. “If no one volunteers themselves, I’ll have to play a little game.”

“Game?” Karah echoed, really not liking the sound of that. “I’ll go,” she said immediately, standing up slowly so she didn’t jostle Kasey.

“Good,” Ray said, satisfied. “Come with me.” He grabbed her arm and led her outside of the shed, locking it securely before dragging her into his house. Once inside, he swept her into his arms (she squealed indignantly) and right into the bathtub.

“What the hell?”

“You’re filthy,” he said, turning the water on. He grabbed the wash cloth he’d used on Ashleigh and began to wash her as he had her friend. Karah didn’t fight it, letting him wash the makeup off her face, scrub the dirty from her body, and didn’t even flinch when he washed between her legs, despite how sore she was.

When he was finished, he handed her the brush for her hair and stood back, watching her. She combed through her blonde strands, eyeing him suspiciously.

“What do you want?” She asked, sighing and dropping the brush onto the edge of the tub. Ray raised his eyebrows. “If you want to fuck me, just do it. I won’t cry.”

“That’s a nice offer, but no. I have something to show you, though. So, if you don’t mind, please come with me.” Karah sighed and stood, letting Ray wrap an arm around her and lead her into the kitchen, and stop in front of a door. He unlocked it and opened it. Karah squinted down the stairs. “Go on, Ashleigh’s down there.” Without a backwards glance, Karah ran down the stairs, screaming Ashleigh’s name. Ray smiled to himself and shut the door, locking it once more.

With a smile, he went back out to the shed. “Lee-Lee,” he greeted. She sneered at him. Kasey was awake; she stared sniffling when she saw him. “Are you or miss Kasey next to go?”

“Go where?” Leah asked again. Ray shrugged as he stepped inside, reaching for Kasey. Leah yanked her closer but Kasey spoke up.

“I’ll go,” she said thickly. Leah didn’t let her go, but Kasey looked at her, almost pleading. Leah slackened her grip and Kasey stepped forward. Ray smiled sweetly.

“Come on, honey. I’ll take care of you.”

Like he had Karah, he led her inside and to the bathtub. Kasey was shivering. He turned the water on and grabbing the wash cloth. She held her arms to her chest, covering herself, her eyes downcast. Ray wet the wash cloth and gently wiped her face. She flinched once and he grabbed her chin, turning her eyes to him.

“You okay, sweetie?” He asked softly. Taking a deep breath, Kasey nodded and swallowed, shifting as the warm water rose to her waist. Ray reached over to shut it off. “You’re very pretty, you know that?” Kasey didn’t reply, watching him intently as he lightly rubbed the cloth over her face, down her neck, stopping to scrub at the dirt on her breasts. She was filthy from their romp in the mud earlier.

“Stand up for me,” he ordered softly, tugging her arm and getting her to her feet. She stood in the tub, trembling and still slightly dirty. He frowned at the way her legs clenched together, hiding her tiny little cunt. “Come on now,” he said, prying them apart. She whimpered but complied with him, standing with her feet apart. The insides of her thighs were crusted with blood and dirt. He dipped the wash cloth into the water and then gently wiped at her thighs, smearing it away. He gingerly rubbed his way up to her the outside of her cunt, brushing her labia. She whimpered again.

When she was mostly clean, he rinsed her off and handed her a towel. She took it and held it to herself, just staring at him. “What’s wrong now?” He asked with a sigh.

“Nothing,” she said, barely audible. She self-consciously dried herself off and then turned to Ray.

“You done? Okay, come with me.”

She stared at him when he motioned for her to follow. She didn’t move an inch. He sighed again and went over to where she still stood in the bathtub. He wrapped an arm around her torso and tucked the other under her legs and lifted her into his arms. She let out a small cry of protest but Ray was already crossing the threshold and leading her to the door to the basement.


“Shh, you’ll see.” He set her down in front of the door, unlocking it. “Go ahead,” he said, tapping her butt lightly to send her in the right direction. She ascended the stairs, looking back at him warily. He winked at her and closed the door.

Locking the door once again, he set off through his house, back out the front door and across the front yard to his shed. He threw the piece of wood resting in front it to the ground, unlocked it and stepped inside.

“Hel-lo Lee-Lee,” he grinned. She glowered at him from where she sat on the little cot. “Last but not least,” he teased and grabbed her arm.

“Hey!” She jerked away from him. Ray frowned.

“Don’t make me hurt you. The others were so well-behaved.”

“Just don’t touch me,” Leah said, “and I’ll do whatever you want.” Ray laughed.

“Okay, sounds fair. Go on ahead in the house, I’ll follow.”

Leah stood up and slowly walked out the door, Ray very close behind, watching her every move (and her ass). Once inside, he swept her into his arms and plopped her on the couch. She yelled in surprised.

“I thought I told you not to touch me,” she said, gritting her teeth. Ray laughed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but you’re just such a cutie. But come on, let’s wash up. Go ahead and get in the bath, I’ll be in there in a second.” Leah eyed him before slowly getting off the couch and heading into the bathroom. Ray chuckled to himself, his dick hard and ready in his pants. He rubbed himself through the denim a few times, sighing. He wanted to wait until he had all four of them together, but Leah’s flirting had gotten him all worked up. Straightening up and taking a deep breath, he disappeared into the bathroom as well.

Leah was standing in the bathtub, looking down at herself. She looked up when Ray came in, shutting the door behind him. “What do you want now?” She asked with a sigh. Ray grinned and started to undo his pants. Leah froze and flinched backwards.

“Suck my cock,” he said as he pushed his pants to his knees, his hard dick springing forward. Leah made a face.

“No way.”

“Yes way,” Ray told her, moving closer to her. “Get on your knees.”


“I’ll force you,” he said, matter-of-factly. Leah sighed and got to her knees, still inside the tub. Ray thrust his crotch in her face, his dick smacking her on the cheek. She made a small disgusted noise before opening her mouth and placing it around the tip. Ray groaned and reached for her, grasping the back of her head with both hands.

Slowly, she worked her mouth up and down his cock, obviously uncomfortable and unwilling to take it all. Ray smiled to himself and pushed his hips forward. She resisted at first, pressing back against his hands. He in turn pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, feeling the tip bump against her throat.

Immediately, she gagged and choked, a dribble of saliva running down her chin. She tried to take a deep breath of air into her lungs, which proved a little difficult with Ray’s cock still in her mouth and halfway down her throat. This only caused Ray’s cock to bump her gag reflex again, which made her gag again, her throat contracting around the hard flesh. Ray groaned at the bizarre, yet fantastic sensation, not even caring that he was choking her. She coughed and tried to pull away, her hands against his hips, pushing.

Ray grunted and resisted, thrusting his hips, inching his cock deeper. Her nose was pressed into his pubic hair, her lips tight around his shaft. He throat-fucked her, fisting his hands in her hair and pulling.

“Yeah, baby,” he moaned, throwing his head back. Her throat contracted around his cock again and the feeling was too much. He groaned as he shot his load, imagining his cum spill in her mouth, down her throat. She choked again, this time on his cum, and finally managed to pull off, gasping for breath. She spat out whatever cum hadn’t slipped down her throat, wheezing. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she gripped the edge of the bathtub for support.

“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly.

“Good, huh?” Ray asked nonchalantly, smiling down at her. Inhaling deeply and shakily, Leah looked at him, stunned and unbelievingly.

“You almost fucking killed me,” she rasped.

“I did not, you drama queen. Now wash up. The girls are waiting.”

Giving him one last disgusted look, Leah bathed herself very quickly. After drying off, she crossed her arms defiantly and stared at him.


“Come on, I’ll show you.” He took hold of her wrist and led her out of the bathroom and to the basement door, opening it and leading her down the stairs ahead of him.

Rating: 87%, Read 57060 times, Posted Aug 23, 2010

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