The White Van (Taboo)
A woman finds herself without enough money for her train ticket to see her friend. Unfortunately for her, someone is nearby and offers to help her out.
‘Jesus wept!’ Estelle swore under her breath as she took her card from the ATM. The screen flashed ‘INSUFFICIENT FUNDS’ in a self satisfied way at her as she turned and stepped away.
She hadn’t moved more than five meters when she heard the man calling after her ‘Miss! Err, Miss!’
She paused and looked back to see him standing at the ATM, his face barely distinguishable under the peak of a deep baseball cap, ‘Miss, perhaps I can help you?’
He opened his hand at the money slot as the machine whirred, counting out a high number of notes before presenting them to him. He grabbed them, folded them in his palm, ‘What was it you needed?’
‘I’m sorry, Sir, I don’t need anything from you, thank you.’ Estelle didn’t enjoy contact with strangers and regretted having responded to his call.
‘I just couldn’t help noticing you had a little trouble at the machine, and, well, I hate to see a lady in a compromising situation.’ He looked up just enough for her to discern a thick growth of stubble on his chin and a slight glint of moisture on his bottom lip, but quickly dropped his head again.
‘Really, I’m sure there’s nothing you can help me with, thank you.’ Estelle found his behaviour threatening, and turned away.
As she walked away, she watched the shadows from the streetlights and looked occasionally into the glass shopfronts either side of the street, to satisfy herself that the man had not followed her.
She took out her phone and made a call. ‘Hi babe, yes, I’m in town. I’m heading to the station now. Yes, 20:15 it’s leaving. I know, but I have a problem. Can you send me £50 to cover the ticket and some dinner? No, I just went to the bank and I don’t have enough. Yes, I know, but I did, so that’s why I’m asking. You can? Great, thank you, you’re a life saver. I’ll be paid on Wednesday, yes. Ok, yes, it’ll get in around 1-ish. I’ll let you know. Ok, see you later. Thanks again babe, you’re a star. Yes, see you then. Love you, bye.’
She shut off her phone and tucked it into the deep pocket of her long grey overcoat. Her hands were getting cold and she pushed them both down into her pockets too, and shrunk her neck as far as possible into her collar to keep the cold air off her skin.
She reached a crossing, where the lights were green, but there was no traffic. The street was dimly lit and she noticed a white van parked on the side of the road a few dozen yards away. It had no lights on but she caught the indistinct shapes of two people through the front window as she glanced again. She crossed the street and stepped onto the pavement on the other side, making her way into a pedestrian arcade on the other side. Town was quiet. She was later leaving work than usual and the shops were all closed up, with grills and shutters over the windows and doors. The schools must be on holiday, she thought, as she noted how empty the arcade was, and how little traffic noise there was. She felt her phone him in her pocket, so she answered it. ‘Yes, hi, yes. No problem, yes, oh for fucks sake! Seriously? What did they say?’ Her voice was becoming animated. ‘No, they can’t treat you like that. No, I don’t care, and neither should you.’ Her steps and her voice were echoing in the closed arcade, but she was nearing the exit on to station road. ‘Don’t give in, no! They can’t do that, you have to take what you need from them!’ She was getting angry. ‘No, they can’t say No! You can’t accept it! Tell them it’s what you need and they’re going to give it to you! It’s your special day, you should get what you want…’
Her phone shattered as it hit the pavement. Her voice stopped as the gloved hand wrapped across her mouth. She tried to scream, but the hand was so tight over her lips she couldn’t catch any breath. An arm was wrapped around her body, pinning both arms against her chest. She struggled, but was being dragged downwards and along the street. She began to feel faint just as the white van pulled up alongside, the door slid open and two hands reached out of the dark interior, grabbing her and tugging her inside. At the same time whoever was behind her pushed her up and in, and the last thing she heard was the sound of the door grinding shut and the screech of tyres as the van lurched away.
The next thing she remembered was a voice, coming from the darkness. It was a deep, gruff voice, a rough tone and even tougher language. ‘Fuck ‘er. Should’ve ‘erd ‘er, ‘It’s your special day, you should get what you want.’ Fuckin' bitch, it’s my special day, and I’m gonna get what I fuckin' want.’ Three other voices joined the first in a grizzly laugh at his words.
She heard his mocking tone, and tried to open her eyes to see her assailant. Even with her eyes open she was in blackness, and quickly realized that she was blindfolded. It felt like the van was moving quickly, and she jolted with every bump in the road, laying on the hard metallic floor of the van. Her mind raced, and she went to move, but found her wrists bound together, and her ankles too. ‘These bastards’, she thought. ‘Fuck.’
She struggled a little more and then began to feel herself crumple. As she wondered what was going to happen to her she started to cry, sniffling and whimpering almost unconsciously. The fear was rising from deep within her and causing her whole body to shiver.
‘Nearly there, jus' round the next corner.’ A different voice, just as the van turned and she heard the sound of grit and gravel under the wheels. They rolled on for a short distance before the van came to a stop, she heard the handbrake applied and the engine was switched off.
In the darkness there was a silent pause, and in that moment she felt like the world had stopped.
It didn’t last long. She heard the men moving around the van, scoffing and grunting as they exchanged views on what they would do with her.
‘Untie ‘er and we can get ‘er stripped’ said one.
‘Fuck that, I’ll get my knife and cut ‘er out ‘er clothes’ came a second.
‘Use yer fuckin' hands you fuckin' nonce’ said a third.
‘Just tear where you need to’ the fourth interjected.
She felt hands grip the lapels of her overcoat, and in a second she felt a cold wall of air drop on to her chest as her coat was opened roughly. The buttons of her white blouse were no more successful in resisting their urgency, but she was surprised by what she heard next.
‘Fuck, she’s one of them posh tarts what wears fancy undies look.’ The groping stopped for a moment while the men took a good look at her cream lace bra, detailed with small dark flowers, and edged with delicate fringes. She felt a hand on her breast, and fingers closing against the cup.
‘Feels fuckin' fancy’ a different voice grunted.
She felt the hand lifted away, and then a sharp pain as her bra was tugged so hard upwards that it tore at the fastening and left her breasts exposed to the cold darkness. She felt her skin tingle and her nipples harden to the environment, giving her a jolt that was neither from fear nor disgust.
‘Get ‘er snatch out’ a voice directed, and in seconds she felt hands gripping the fabric of her trousers at her thighs, and she felt and heard the tearing of the fabric at the seams.
‘That’s it, fuckin' panties too.’
Her lace thong gave no resistance. She felt a pair of hands grasp her legs at her ankles and they lifted them up in the air. A thick warm finger pressed against her labia, then between them. She heard a growl and then a spit, and felt warm saliva on her skin, smeared between her thighs by the fat round finger. She struggled against her bonds, but to no avail. All it seemed to do was cause the hands on her ankles to grip tighter, and the finger against her pussy to rub more and more firmly.
‘She smells like she’s wet already’ came a voice, and suddenly she became aware of her sweet aroma in the air. ‘She is mate, you wanna have ya finger in ‘er down ‘ere.’
‘Gi’s a go then.’
She felt a second finger stabbing at her plump and engorged labia, and then, with an uncomfortable force, it pressed inside her. ‘Fuck mate, yer right.’
She felt the flat palm of a rough hand slap down on to her breast, then the fingers curled to squeeze hard, ragged fingernails scratching her skin, just as the two thick fingers now inside her began working together inside her clenching pussy.
‘It’s my fuckin' birthday ya tossers, get away from there and let me ‘ave ‘er.’
She heard the unbuckling of a belt followed by the sound of a zipper.
‘Get that fat cock of yers in ‘er already you fat twat.’
She tensed, wincing as she felt the warm wide head of the man’s cock pressing into her.
‘Fuck she’s a tight bitch.’
‘Even on your midget little cock, mate?’ Laughed one of the other men.
The hands on her breasts were kneading roughly and pinching her nipples. Her mind was in a haze, filled with conflicting feelings; fear, anger, hatred, disgust, but also sharp pain, electrifying jolts and a deep warmth beginning to radiate inside her core.
She heard another zipper, and smelled a familiar tangy smell in the air above her face. The next thing she felt a warm thick smooth bulb pressed against her lips.
‘Open wide you filthy slut.’
She pressed her lips together tightly.
‘Open fuckin' wide.’ A hand gripped her jaw and tugged her chin down, forcing her mouth open.
‘Suck it, slut.’
She felt the tip of the cock being forced into her mouth. It was warm and salty against her tongue as it slid in. She’d never been a fan of giving blowjobs, so rarely did, and as this man’s glans filled her mouth she was fighting the urge to wretch that welled up in her stomach. Just as she did, she felt it push deeper, right to the back of her throat, filling the top of her neck and making her gag and choke. She felt her vomit rising as he held his cock in her mouth, pinning her head down to the hard floor. As he pulled out she swallowed down hard and breathed urgently, gasping for air. Before she could recover her regular breathing she felt the cock pushed back into her mouth and down her throat, until she felt a pair of hairy balls pressed against her chin. It started rocking forward and back and as it did she managed short breaths through her nostrils, each of which brought the heady smell of the man’s genitals in to fill her head.
She felt a fresh pair of hands grasping at her breasts as she felt the cock in her pussy growing harder and thicker with each hard deep stroke, thrusting into her violently. The van was filled with the sounds of the men grunting and her muffled moans as her bodily sensations began to rise in waves and overtake the resistance in her mind to this violent assault. The van rolled from side to side with the rhythmic motion of the two men fucking her body.
A pair of hands grasped her wrists and tugged them above her head, and then she felt a third hard cock being forced between her palms, slippery precum smeared on her skin, causing it to slip along the length of the shaft. She felt so filthy, so debased, being fucked by three anonymous cocks all at once, in the back of a dirty tradesman’s van, her clothes torn aside and her body exposed to the cold air. She began to focus on the sensations in her body, finding pleasure building in her pussy as the jack-hammering cock pounded her relentlessly, and she relaxed her jaw and throat to allow her oral rapist deeper access and greater pleasure. She even wrapped her fingers around the cock in her hands and stiffened her wrist to offer him more resistance.
The four men noticed this change in mood, and within a moment she felt the bindings on her wrists and ankles released, and the blindfold removed. The van was dark, but not so dark that she couldn’t make out the heavy shape of the man above her with his cock in her mouth, and his silhouette against the pale paintwork of the van’s interior. The men all appeared to be wearing the same clothing; black hoodies and black balaclavas, and black jeans, unfastened at the waist and drawn down as far as necessary for their various positions. As she came around she took in the scene and then laid back, gripping the cock in her hand firmly and cupping and squeezing the heavy testes underneath it. She began to suck and salivate over the cock in her mouth, and she lowered her legs and wrapped them behind the back of the man between her thighs, pulling him deeper inside her.
The fourth man straddled her chest and pushed her breasts together, then rubbed his cock across her nipples and into her cleavage, slowly fucking her tits and spitting down on her to lubricate her skin.
The sensitivity of her nipples gave her shudders of excitement and she felt waves rising in her core. It didn’t take much more of the movement of the four cocks in and over her body to bring her climax to a shuddering peak, and as she tensed and tightened all over the men grunted and groaned, feeling her muscular contractions in various modes milking their hard heavy shafts.
‘Fuck, I’m going to spill,’ one moaned. ‘Me too, this horny bitch wants our cum,’ said another.
Suddenly her dripping pussy was stretched by the swelling shaft inside her and the man between her thighs stiffened. At the same time, the cock in her mouth stopped thrusting and twitched, the firm rod pulsing along its length. The two men thrust deep and spewed their thick semen into her, one past her cervix and up into her womb, the other down her throat and into her stomach. Moments later, as the two wiped their cocks on her skin, she felt the one in her hand stiffen and grunt, and she watch three long arcs of cum reach into the air above her and land in trails over her hair and face. A few seconds of panting passed and the final man pulled his cock away from her breasts and pumped it hard in his fist, his hips rocking as he clenched it tight and then sent his white ribbons across her breasts and up over her chin and neck.
The four men drew back, breathing hard. The van was filled with the stink of fresh cum, and she could feel it dripping in trails down over her skin and soaking into her clothes. The men recovered their composure and slid the door of the van open. One took out a packet of cigarettes and offered and lit one to each of the others. They stood smoking for a moment, wiping their cum coated cocks on their underwear and fastening their jeans. They grunted something between them that she couldn’t quite hear, and then one turned towards her.
‘May I have one please?’ She asked, sweetly, ‘and seeing as you’ve made me miss my train, would you drive me to Chester if I give each of you another go with me on the way there?’
‘Fuck me, Miss, you’ve got yourself a deal!’ The man replied, ‘I’ll go first; which of you wankers is going to drive?’