Saturday morning finally came and the two of us took the old company van out to the deserted building. Bill drove around to the rear of the building to the loading area and parked. As we got out, Bill looked all around and said, "This is good. Lots of privacy here. This ramp will make it easier to get Jen into the building. Let's go inside and look around."
Bill inserted the key into the dusty lock, turned it and opened the door. We entered and I flipped a light switch. Surprisingly, a single overhead light came on. We walked farther through a wide open space until we came to a free swinging double door and then we pushed into the next room. I flipped the next light switch I saw and on came another single overhead light. In the near distance I saw a sign on a door that read, "MEN."
"Alright, Bill! Let's see what's behind door number one!"
I pushed open the door and flipped on a light to reveal exactly what I had imagined. The floor was made of dingy white, tiny octagonal tiles, stained from years of use and lack of care. There were several stalls that lined one wall, sinks on the opposite wall, and at the far end stood a line of urinals that went from about waist high to the floor. I looked at Bill and he grinned back. "You know, if I tape her wrists behind her back, she won't be able to prop herself up once she's on her knees. This could be good in a really sick kind of way. You're sure you're okay with this?"
Bill patted my shoulder and said, "I knew you were the right man for the job! Besides, anything you make her do that she likes, I'll get to do to her later."
We left the restroom and continued inspecting the building. Not far away was a door with a sign on it that read, "SICK ROOM."
"Okay, Bill. Let's see what's behind door number two!"
I pushed open that door and flipped on another overhead light. Inside was what appeared to be a nurse's station, complete with an old metal hospital bed and a bare mattress.
"Oh, man! This is perfect!" I shouted. "No windows to the outside. Metal bed frame for securing restraints. Mattress. There's even some old medical tape and scissors over there. Depending on how much it would cost to rent this place, we could probably do a little bit of renovating and turn this into dungeon for the kinksters in town."
"What the hell are you talking about, Brent?"
"You've never heard about the BDSM crowds at dungeons? If you can get the word out, you can make some money on a decent kink club."
Bill looked at me strangely and asked, "How many people in this town do you think are going to join a kink club, Brent?"
"Okay. Good point, Bill. But it's a thought. So, where do you want the cameras? One near the urinals and one in here? It's too bad we only have two."
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll come back later and hook them up. Just being in here and thinking about what you might do to Jen got me horny. I want to get back home and get down and dirty with her."
Bill locked the door and we went out to the van. Before I got inside, I noticed some large metal rings bolted into the side of the loading dock. "I don't know what the original purpose of those rings were, but they look like they'd be good for securing Jen in a spread eagle for either a whipping or a fucking, or both."
Bill just stood there looking at me and finally said, "You're one sick mother fucker, aren't you? Save the whipping idea for somebody else."
"Note to self," I said. "No whipping Bill's lovely wife. Fuck her brains out but don't leave any marks on her."
The next several days seemed to drag by. Both Bill and myself were ready for this to happen. We'd worked out all the details. He'd installed the cameras and given me the keys and alarm codes to the building. I had the van gassed up and even put a thin mattress on the floor in the back. I'd connected handcuffs and ankle cuffs to the ends of the bed frame, and also stocked the cabinets with a couple of extra large dildos and a bottle of lubricant. I wasn't sure if I'd use it, but I hung a 2-quart enema bag with tubing from a hook I'd fastened to a door of a stall, just in case. I'd even practiced how I was going to grab Jen and get her into the van.
The day it was going to happen finally arrived. Bill told me he was going to make Jen go to the corner store at 10:30 PM wearing only sandals and a rain coat with nothing on underneath. He said he'd tell her to flash the cashier on her way out to make sure she'd do it. It'd also make it easier for me to get her naked. All I had to do was park the van on the street between their home and the store... and wait for the right moment.
I left early to make sure I'd get the best possible parking location. I wanted to be equidistant between the streetlights so I'd have the least amount of light falling on me. As it happened, I was the only person who parked on the street. And I had to sit and wait a long, long time. I kept glancing at my watch until finally it was almost time. I opened the sliding door of the van and left it ajar, then stared into the mirror, waiting for Jen to arrive. When I finally saw her figure in the distance, my cock immediately got hard. I wondered if this is what real rapists experience. I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was scare the living daylights out of Jen, get her into the van, gag her, blindfold her and restrain her with the duct tape, and then get to the abandoned building to start my fun. When she neared the van, I surprised myself at how easily I was able to do just that. Everything seemed to go so smoothly, although once I had her lying face down on the mattress, it was all just a blur. I sat and watched her struggling against the tape. I listened to her muffled cries for help. I told her, "Calm down, bitch. I'm going to take you where no one will ever find you and I'm going to have so much fun using you. Before I'm done with you, you'll have done so many depraved things and begged for more that you won't ever think about plain vanilla sex again. Now, shut up and enjoy the ride."
I started the van and eased out of the parking space. I drove towards the old building, thinking about the things I wanted to do. Jen remained quiet for a while. For whatever reason, about a mile before we got to the building, she started struggling and trying to scream. The road was empty and dark, so I pulled over on the side and stepped into the back of the van. I rolled her over onto her back and quickly unbuttoned her coat. Sure enough, she was naked under it. I slapped her tits forcefully and then shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy. "Just as I thought! You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I roughly finger fucked her for about 30-seconds and then pulled my fingers out and wiped them between her mouth and nose. "Smell that? That's pure arousal, slut. You and I are going to have a lot of fun."
I got back to the driver's seat and continued towards the destination. All I could think about was how much I was enjoying everything so far and how much I was looking forward to doing more. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Jen had rolled herself back onto her stomach and was trying to grind her pussy into the mattress. "Better save some of that for me, cunt!"
As I entered the large desolate parking lot of the old building I heard Jen sigh. I drove around to the back and pulled up close to the ramp that led up to the top of the loading dock. I got out and slid open the door of the van. "I hope you're ready for some fun, slut. Something tells me you are."
Reaching inside, I grabbed her long blonde hair and tugged it towards me. "Crawl over here now or I'll get back there and teach you a lesson."
Jen giggled and remained motionless, daring me to live up to my threat. I climbed in, pulled out my knife and proceeded to cut the entire length of the back of her coat. I then pushed the two sides apart revealing her nude back. "You asked for it, slut." I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, and then knelt just behind her round ass. With both hands I spread her ass cheeks apart, spit on her ass hole, and then pushed the head of my cock into the center of the puckered rim. I couldn't tell if she was moaning from pleasure or pain, but I didn't really care. I pushed the entire shaft inside her until my balls were mashed against her and then started pumping her hard. Between the sensation of her ass snug around my cock and the knowledge that I was ass raping my friend's wife, I was in heaven. I fucked her relentlessly, not caring at all about how it felt to her. I wanted to cum, but I knew I'd better save myself for later. I pulled out of her quickly, rolled her over onto her back, ripped off the tape from her mouth and shoved my cock in between her lips. "Suck it clean, bitch! That's it. I know you love the taste of your ass." I pulled her head up and lowered it several times before stopping. After I withdrew from her mouth I used my cock to smear her spit all over her face. "I think I picked a good little slut this time," I said as if I'd done this many times before.
After placing the tape back over her mouth, I put my cock back into my pants, zipped up and then started pushing her towards the open door. When she was just about to fall out, I climbed over her and propped her up on the edge of the seat. Her coat, now in two pieces, slid down onto her arms. "Look at you. I guess you'll just have to go naked now." I slit the sleeves of her coat and let the rags fall to the ground. "That's better. I can get to everything with no trouble at all." I slapped her on the ass and then guided her up the ramp. It was awkward trying to get her to walk with the duct tape still wrapped around her ankles, but I enjoyed seeing her stumble. I laughed at her several times, each time slapping the fullness of her butt. When we finally made it to the door, I pushed the key into her pussy. "Oops! Wrong place for that!" I snickered and them put the key into the lock. "It probably needed some lubrication anyway."
I pushed open the door and then pushed Jen inside. After locking the door behind me, I told her I'd make it easier for her to walk, but the first time she tried anything funny, I'd bind her ankles again. Squatting to slice the tape, I saw the rivulets of her wetness trickling down her thighs. I slid two fingers in between her pussy lips and remarked, "I think you must want this as much as I do, don't you?"
Jen nodded "yes" as she parted her thighs. I pushed three fingers into her and rotated my wrist back and forth to stretch her out a little. She nodded "yes" again, so I withdrew my three fingers and then pushed in four. She jerked just a bit and then nodded "yes" once more. I looked up at her and she nodded more vigorously. I pulled out my four fingers and then tucked my thumb into the bunch and started pushing back into her. She squirmed as if she was doing everything she could to let my hand in. I pushed harder and slowly but surely my entire hand disappeared inside her pussy. I held still for a moment before spreading my fingers apart inside her. I wiggled my fingers as if I was trying to scratch her insides, then curled my fingers into a ball and thrust upwards into her. She tried to scream when I hit her cervix but the tape over her mouth muffled it. It didn't really matter since there was nobody around, but I left the tape in place. Never completely withdrawing my hand, I fist fucked her for several minutes and then began squeezing her clit until she had a shuddering whole body orgasm. I thought about taking advantage of the copious amounts of her juice coating my hand to fist her ass, but then decided I'd save that for later. Instead, I withdrew from her pussy and teased her ass hole with a couple of fingers.
When I felt satisfied that she was ready for more, I led her into the men's restroom and made her stand next to the urinal at the end. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was only semi-erect so I gripped it with one hand and slapped it down against the other. "You want this again, don't you, slut? You want it in your ass, right?"
Jen nodded "yes."
"Well, you just stand there and wait a minute. I've got to piss, and this time I'm going to piss before I get inside you." I stepped up close to the urinal, aimed the tip of my cock down towards the center of the drain and let it flow. About halfway through emptying my bladder, I twisted towards her and pissed on her foot. She didn't flinch, so I aimed higher and hit her legs. Except for parting her legs she remained motionless, so I finished my stream on her pussy. "So, you're a piss slut. Who knew? Well, time for you to get down on your knees."
