Fat Girl's Ordeal

PART 1: WHERE IT ALL STARTED

By the time I started college, I had thoroughly hated being so chubby. No guy ever seemed to become interested in me, and the fact that my rotundness resulted in my having big DD bra size boobs didn't seem to help matters as I hoped it would. I was always proud of my naturally wavy, shoulder length, golden blonde hair, but that didn't seem to help get me romantic attention either.

So, I did my best to accept being 5'2" and 230 lbs. I was always told by well-meaning friends and family to rest assured there were guys out there who found chubby bodies on women to be attractive. That, of course, turned out to be true. What was unfortunate, however, was that the first such guy I ever met who felt that way was a lecherous kidnapper.

The night I found this out was a time I was departing my evening class after it had gotten dark and when the campus of Westdale University was deserted. My car sat in the school's spacious lot among a dozen others, with everything looking quiet. It was very early autumn with the weather being neither warm nor particularly cold, so I wore a loose light blue shirt that covered me like a tent (being self-conscious of my weight) and blue jeans that were frankly just a bit too tight (I always had trouble with putting on weight unexpectedly).

I looked around before removing my car keys from my front pocket, checking the environment out of instinct, and again all seemed quiet. That lulled me into a false sense of security so I then did what I had already done a dozen times before... I opened my car door, got into the driver's seat, pulled the door shut, and pushed the lock down. But that is the last moment of the evening that was normal. Because right after that, the nightmare began.

A strong, adult male hand suddenly sprung from behind me in the back seat and clamped shut over my mouth. It startled the hell out of me, but of course I couldn't shout out. Less than a second later a sharp, shiny blade was was pointed at my left eye.

"Don't move, don't say anything, or I'll stick you with this," came a rough voice from a man that sounded like he really meant business. I was horrified and began shivering, desperate to do anything to save my life. "Do you understand me, bitch?"

I frantically nodded my head as my vision became blurred from tears welling up in my eyes.

"That's good," my attacker continued. "Keep being a good girl, do you hear me?" I nodded again as tears streamed down my face. "Ooooh, you're blonde," he said as he fully noticed my hair color and began running his hands through it. "You know, I wonder if that means... well, I'll find out later tonight. Heh."

I quietly muttered, "Oh god..." and began crying more, as I felt I knew exactly what he was getting at. And because that also revealed to me that this was the beginning of an ordeal this attacker planned to last for a long time. But how long? I was a virgin, I didn't want to lose it to a creep like this!

"Now, let me test if you think I'm bullshitting or not," he whispered as he placed the business end of his knife a quarter of an inch closer to my eye. "I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth and jump in the front seat. You just try to get out and you're dead. You hear me, bitch?"

I nodded again with great anxiety, making ti clear I had no intention whatsoever of making such an attempt, especially since I had already locked the door and it would take me a few seconds to unlock it so I could push the door open. With what seemed like a mere two seconds the guy crawled over the back seat into the passenger side of the front and pointed the knife at me again.

"Start the engine, get out of this lot, drive over to the North Valley Road, turn left on it, and just keep driving straight until I tell you different. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes," I said anxiously but quietly, fully giving in to desperation with preserving my life. "I'll do whatever you want. Just please... please don't hurt me."

"Do whatever I say, and let me do whatever I want, and I might let you go with your body fully intact."

I was afraid to look directly at him out of fear and I drove out of the campus parking lot towards North Valley Road and the unknown path that would take me. I knew only that it would lead way out of Westdale, into the deep rural areas that surrounded my home town, and I was terrified at the thought of being alone out there at this guy's mercy. Which is why I made a point to do whatever he said so that he would hopefully let me go eventually and not hurt me in any way besides the obvious bodily violations that were coming.

I was about a mile and a half down that road, struggling not to cry so much that I couldn't see well in the darkness in front of me, that he glanced at me and fully noticed my chest.

"Oh, geez, you have big tits," he said with a delighted tone. "And you're, like, fat. Oh wow." Unfortunately for me, he did not say that in a disapproving way.

He then started feeling over my boobs and squeezing them. I winced, as I had never had a guy touch me like that before. And I certainly didn't want this guy to be the first one to do that.

"Oh god," I whispered aloud as I began crying more intensely.

My kidnapper continued to feel and squeeze all over my chest with growing excitement, finally moving down and squeezing my fat stomach for a bit. Then he began feeling all over my big leg before moving up and grabbing my crotch.

I gasped in discomfort.

"Hey!" he yelled.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." I said nervously in response. "I didn't... mean anything. I'm just... scared. Oh god..."

"Heh. That's okay, Fat Girl... which is what I'm gonna call you for the rest of the time we're together. And I can tell you that's it's gonna be for a while. Heh. I need to get you back to the cabin so I can get you naked. You got that, Fat Girl?"

I tried hard not to get hysterical and to keep my eyes on the road. "Yea... just please... don't hurt me."

"Then don't piss me off."

"I... I won't. How... much further?"

"It's gonna be over 20 more miles. And honestly, I can't wait that long to get a better look at my Fat Girl. Turn right on that side road coming up and park near the grass a half mile down. We'll have plenty of privacy there to sit and... chill for a bit. Heh."

Starting to cry again, I nevertheless did what he said. After parking and turning the motor off, he demanded that I put my hands behind my back. Then he suddenly produced a pair of steel cuffs that must have been attached to his belt or something. With a speed that would impress an arresting police officer he clasped them over my wrists, leaving me unable to do anything with my arms or hands.

Then he began looking at my chubby body, getting close to me in the process. Next, he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled it down as much as he could, exposing an ample amount of cleavage.

"Whoa!" he said with a wide beam of delight.

Then he began kissing all over my cleavage area, including the tops of my boobs, like a maniac. He also motor boated them several times, which I felt to be particularly humiliating for some reason. I bit my tongue and tried hard not to cry too loudly as he violated this private part of my body.

Then he pulled the bottom part of my shirt up, exposing my big belly. "Oh, man! Look at the fat!" he exclaimed before grabbing the many rolls on my stomach, squeezing them into a bundle, and then kissing all over it.

Nearly out of his mind with pleasure, he continued madly kissing all over my flabby belly while periodically squeezing the rolls and the love handles on my sides. And much to my distress he would blow loud, lengthy raspberries on my fat stomach in between all the kissing and squeezing.

Within a short time his face was back into my cleavage, squishing each side of his head between my boobs and kissing between them. Things got even more uncomfortable when he suddenly moved his head upwards and planted a huge kiss on my lips.

I tried turning my face around, not meaning to be defiant but just as an involuntary reaction to my disgust. He slapped me once and warned me never to turn my head again. I took him very seriously and uttered a desperate apology before forcing my head to stay still. He then became overwhelmed with lust and planted his lips against mine again, this time finding no visible resistance to what he was doing.

I clamped my eyes shut and did my best to pretend this deep, one-way make out session was not happening. But he didn't make that easy considering all the energy he was putting into the kissing. To my distress he was getting heavily into the kiss, while at the same time his hands would alternate between squeezing my boobs, rubbing my crotch, and going up my shirt to feel and squeeze the fat on my stomach. Occasionally he would go further up my shirt and feel the boobs over my bra cups, obviously trying his best to feel the bump of the nipples underneath.

He took a series of sporadic breaks from the make out session only to move his face back to my chest for a minute or two, plunging it between my cleavage and kissing all over the top parts of my boobs that bulged from my sports bra. Then he would soon be back up to my face, his mouth making very unwanted contact with my own.

He managed to get his tongue into my mouth despite how tightly I tried to keep my lips closed and he also ran it sloppily all over my face. He then began pulling my loose sweat shirt down off my shoulders to expose a lot of skin for him to feel on and kiss all over.

Finally, after about a half hour of indulging himself he stopped and said, "Okay, Fat Girl. I can only have so much fun out here, so we're going to the cabin now. It's well hidden in this area, nobody ever bothers me while I'm there or even knows I have it, 'cause I bought it off the books. So you scooch over shotgun, 'cause I'm gonna get in the driver's side and take us the rest of the way. Heh. Shit, this is gonna be a fun weekend for me!"

I did what he said, in a semi-state of shock, but coherent enough to start really dreading what would happen at the cabin. I mean, I had a good idea of what that would be, and how much fun he would have doing it, but I tried my best not to think too much about it. I was actually hoping he might drug me into unconsciousness or that i may be able to force myself into such a state to spare me being awake while he had his "fun."

But that was not to be case. Well, not for most of the time there, anyway.

PART 2: FUN AT THE CABIN

We finally arrived, and I began crying, knowing that the true ordeal was about to begin. He pulled me out of the car, my hands still cuffed behind my back. Then he began pushing towards this hill.

"The cabin is over that hill, just a short ways down," he said. "About 20 minutes of walking. Move it, and don't give me any shit."

I again nodded frantically, trying to hold the tears in. It was hard to stay composed, as he kept squeezing my boobs constantly as we headed towards the cabin on foot. At one point on the 20-minute trek over there he pulled the back of my loose shirt down as far as it could go and ripping it a bit, which revealed all the skin on the upper part of my back and the thick strap of my sports bra. I could tell how much seeing that turned him on with the moaning sound he made.

Then he started kissing all over the exposed part of my back as we walked, while one of his hands was holding my cuffed right arm and the other went back and forth between squeezing my boobs and feeling and squeezing the flab on my sides. I was now trying really hard not to cry and just keep awkwardly walking forward.

More unfortunately, it was while walking behind me that he noticed my ass. I have to admit it was really large and flabby due to my chubbiness and you could likely see the shape of it quite well in my too-tight jeans.

"Oh, man, you've got a big ass," he noted aloud in a lecherous tone. "Geez. I can't wait to get a better look at that."

I was now close to hysterical with the realization of everything that awaited me over the impending weekend at the cabin.

I was hoping someone would come looking for me, but I couldn't lie to myself. I rented my own apartment, so I had no roommates to notice me missing. I was 80 miles from home, and no family expected to see me anywhere that weekend. It was as if this asshole stalked me beforehand and figured all of this out, but I could never be certain.

There was nothing to change the fact that I was going to be his very unwilling guest and toy for the weekend, and I knew I just had to endure it if I wanted any hope of getting out of there alive. What I was most concerned about immediately was getting so overwrought that I would have to pee, or even worse, to poop. I just didn't want to think about how much this pervert would enjoy the thought of me urinating or moving my bowels in front of him.

Suddenly I heard a tearing sound and turned my head as much as I could to notice that he was using his knife to start cutting the back of my shirt. He sliced the back of it open in a vertical line and moaned with pleasure after exposing the entirety of my back and thick bra strap. This also let him really see just how flabby my body was, and he made a point to mention how much he couldn't wait to be all over those excess little blobs of fat for the entire weekend.

He also made that clear by grabbing and squeezing the flab above my waist as we walked down the other side of the hill while also continuing to kiss all over my now fully exposed back and pulling on the bra strap.

In addition he grabbed my ass several times, sometimes one of the cheeks but other times grabbing me near the bottom so that his index and middle fingers were poking my butt hole from over the jeans.

Several minutes later, we came across the cabin itself. It was surprisingly large and it looked well-constructed and modern. How much money did this guy have?

"Get in there!" he said loudly, clearly confident no one was around for miles as he opened the front oaken wood door and pushed me inside, then slamming it closed behind us. I got a few seconds to see a large parlor that was well-furnished just before he pushed the front of me up against the wall.

Then he spent several minutes rubbing his hands all over my back and kissing all over it again before he started grinding against my ass.

"Ohhh, man!" he sad. "Sorry, Fat Girl, but I just can't wait the minute it would take to get you into the bedroom!"

After that he used his sharp blade to cut the thin belt on my jeans in the back, loosening the tight pants enough that he could pull them partially down to expose the first few inches of my ass.

He uttered a loud, "Oh god, yessss!" before he plunged his face between the portion of the crack that was showing, licking up and down as well as kissing as all over the exposed part of the cheeks and squeezing & slapping the hunks of cellulite present there.

At this point I began crying loudly, figuring he wouldn't care anymore. And he didn't, as we were where no one could hear and he was too occupied with my body. So I just held my face against the wall as my tears moistened the wooden logs comprising the wall.

I started crying louder when I could tell that he had dropped his pants and began rubbing his exposed penis rapidly up and down over my ass crack. Though I never experienced anything like that before it was still quite obvious by the nature of his movements and the pleasure moans he was making exactly what it was that was touching up against me back there. He also continued kissing all over my back and running his tongue over the skin while simultaneously squeezing the fat bulging from around my waist.

Finally he released a pleasurable shout and I felt something wet and warm against my ass crack and over the cheeks.

"Oh, man... oh, wow..." he said with a satisfied smile as he backed away, caught his breath, and sat down on the plush couch that adorned the center of the front room to catch his breath.

I kept standing with my front side leaning up against the wall and crying for the several minutes he sat there relaxing.

"Shit, that was nice," he mumbled from the couch. "Like I said, I just couldn't wait to get you into the bedroom, Fat Girl. But I'm gonna take you in there now."

"No...." I murmured softly while continuing to cry.

"C'mon, c'mon," he griped while grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the room I really dreaded entering.

He had a large queen-sized bed inside the room and he pushed me on top of it. Then he put the gleaming sharp blade near my face again.

"I'm gonna have to uncuff you for a minute," he grumbled with a tone of acid-filled menace. "Don't try anything stupid while I cuff you to the bed post. There ain't no one for miles around here, you don't know where you are, these woods are dangerous - 'specially at night - and you're not gonna win a fight with me. So, are you gonna behave, Fat Girl? Or do I have to beat you down until you do?"

I again nodded my head repeatedly while starting to cry again. "I - I won't do anything. Just, please..."

Saying nothing more he uncuffed me and needless to say, I was far too terrified to even consider trying to get away. But he was cautious as always since he wasted no time producing a second pair of cuffs from inside a drawer on a desk near the bed. Within seconds he had one of my arms cuffed to the strong, heavy oak bedpost with the first set of cuffs and the other wrist chained to its opposite side it with the second pair. So I was spread eagle and I couldn't move my upper body at all, and I certainly wasn't stupid enough to try kicking him.

He then stood up, looked down at me, and smiled. I could finally see him clearly. He was a middle-aged guy with a small goatee and a balding pate of dark hair. He was dressed very casually but somehow looked like a slightly overweight and very threatening biker guy. Then I tried not looking at him at all.

I lay there on my back much too scared to move, trying to control my rate of breathing so I didn't have a panic attack. But I could tell I was not going to get much of a respite from his lecherousness since I saw him staring at the twin bulges made by my large boobs under the shirt. He also smiled again when his eyes came upon my crotch, which had a visibly big bulge over the pubic area due to my weight. I cringed as I could see his approving smile about every aspect of my fat body that he noticed.

"Ohhh, yes," he said, beginning to lose control again. "Oh, man. Ohhh-hhh, man..."

He crawled on the bed with me and began feeling my boobs over my shirt for a bit. His hands wandered all over, and he felt over my legs and also grabbed and rubbed my crotch several times. I closed my eyes tightly, shedding tears once more, praying I would not have to pee any time soon while attempting to zone everything out.

Then he started using his knife to cut into the front part of my shirt. He grinned excitedly as the cutting of the cloth slowly revealed my fat stomach and flabby sides to him. He then kissed all over my exposed belly like crazy for a few minutes and continuously played with the flabby rolls, kissing on them and blowing raspberries all over my belly.

After he was done with that he began cutting the shirt again, and he made a gasp of pleasure when he pulled the remainder of it off and saw my huge boobs barely contained by the sports bra. As he started cutting the bra I began crying and shuddering again as I realized he was seconds away from being the first man to ever see my bare boobs. And also because I knew the sight of them would make him go at my chest like the lecherous nutcase he was.

This really upset me, not only for the invasion of my privacy that would entail but because I always fantasized that the first guy to ever see and suck on them etc. would be someone I was deeply in love with, not this wretched excuse for a human being who was violating me.