Amanda walked slowly down the dock, wincing each time the old boards creaked under her feet. She saw the old buildings, windows broken and graffiti covering much of the outside. She felt uneasy, wishing she was home, but she knew that she had to try to find out what had happened to her friend Susan. Susan worked for the local paper and fed up with being sent on stories covering school fetes and store openings, had decided to do some investigative work on her own. Amanda had tried to tell her that researching goods that had gone missing from the docks was dangerous; her friend had laughed and said that that was why she had become a journalist in the first place. Eventually she had agreed to not tell anyone, especially her boss at the paper, about her little adventure. Susan had insisted that she would be back by morning, having decided to stake out the docks at night to see if she could catch anyone in the act. That had been two days ago and Amanda was extremely worried. She had rung the police but they had said that they would have a look around but so far, they had found nothing.



Amanda froze as she heard a sound in one of the buildings. She crept over to peek into a window and saw three men opening a crate. She was trying to see what was written on the side of the crates, when something caught her eye. Susan had always loved very distinctive handbags, so Amanda recognised the bag sitting on a crate in the corner of the building. Susan has been here, she thought, I wonder where she is now? Just as she was trying to decide whether to look around herself or do the safe thing and ring the police, she felt a hand on her shoulder.



Amanda jumped and was about to scream when a big, calloused hand clamped down over her mouth. Something hard was shoved into her back and without having to be told; she knew it was a gun. Well, another nosy little bitch. It seems to be the week for it. Now, you are going to stand and walk inside with me. Any nonsense and you’ll be sorry. Amanda stood shakily and let herself be led into the building. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was serious and didn’t want to force him to hurt her.



All eyes turned to face her as she was led into the middle of the room. What’s this? You been out fishing again Hank? Seems like your week for catching cunts All the men laughed at this while Amanda blushed, never having been talked about in that manner before. She tensed as the man who had spoken walked towards her. He was a big man; tall with bulging muscles and Amanda could see a look in his eyes that she didn’t like. Well, she is a beauty, almost as good as the other cunt. Amanda knew that it was Susan he was talking about and longed to ask where her friend was, but she still had the other’s man’s hand over her mouth. I wonder if this one is as much of a fighter. That other bitch just about scratched my eye out. Amanda could see a deep gash down the side of his face close to his left eye and felt a moment of satisfaction that Susan had done that. However, this faded fast as she began to wonder what he had been doing to her friend to make her scratch him like that.



“Yeah, she was a bit of a hellcat, what a shame we had to waste her. She would have been fun to keep around the place. Amanda felt faint at the man’s words. Did what he said mean what she thought it did? Was her friend really dead? She started to struggle to get the man’s hand off her mouth, but only succeeded in getting herself dragged by her hair over to a chair. Before she knew what was happening she found herself tied firmly to the chair with rope around each ankle and her waist. However, her mouth was free. Where is Susan? What did you do to Her voice was cut off by a piece of dirty rag being shoved into her mouth. Amanda tried to spit it out but another piece of rag was tied around her head keeping the cloth firmly in her mouth. She could feel the cloth work it way further into her mouth and had to gag as it started to go into her throat. She found that she had to breath deeply to stay calm and not make herself sick. While she was doing this, she could feel her hands being tied firmly behind her.



Hank looked at the girl tied to the chair. Her skirt had moved up her legs, giving him a view of her firm, tanned thighs. He looked up at her body and was graced with the sight of her young, firm breasts being pulled tightly against her shirt. The buttons on her shirt looked as if they were about to pop, and he wasn’t surprised to see Bulldog pull her shirt open to reveal a skimpy black bra. Amanda knew she was in trouble, her breasts almost on show to the men, the bra just covering her nipples. She began to shake, fearing that she was going to be raped. She felt the man grip her right breast and give it a firm squeeze. What a shame we don’t have the time to have some fun with this cunt. However, if we don’t meet out deadline, we don’t get paid. Come on guys, we don’t have much time before the client gets here. We have to get everything unpacked and put into his own containers. Let’s go.



Amanda let out a breath of relief that the men were going to leave her alone, at least for a little while. She still had her bra exposed but could do nothing about that. She watched as the men moved the items out of their original crates and repacked them into the other crates. Amanda tried to figure out how she was going to get out of the predicament she was in, if only she could reach her bag, she could call the police. Of course, she had to get untied first. Amanda had been so deep in thought tying to work out how to escape, that she had not noticed that the men had completed their work. The man who had ripped of her shirt, the one she had heard being called Bulldog, squatted down in front of her.



Bulldog sensed her fear as he reached up to stroke her breasts again. He knew that they had to get rid of her but he wanted to have a little bit of fun first. The others had gone out to load up the truck, so he knew he had at least ten minutes to himself. He wished he had longer to rape her the way he wanted to, but knew that he would have to be satisfied with a blowjob. He moved his hand to undo the rag tied around her mouth, watching her eyes widen in fear as he did so. He always loved the look in a girl’s eyes when they knew they were in serious trouble, it always made him hard. Listen to me cunt, I am going to take out your gag but I don’t want to hear any screams, do you understand me? He gripped her hair hard as he spoke, causing her head to move back.



Amanda felt her hair being pulled harshly back and tried to nod her head to let him know she would do what he said. She felt him release her hair and remove the gag, allowing her to breath deeply. She could see him undoing the buckle on his belt and lowering his jeans and underpants, revealing a large, thick cock. She could see that he was already hard and wondered at what kind of man would be aroused by a helpless female. Well, I am sorry that we won’t have the time together I would like but this will be better than nothing. Now, if I even think I feel teeth, I will just have to remove them. Amanda saw him walk around so that he was beside her and felt him turn her head to face him. Open wide and lets see if you are as good at the other bitch.



Amanda had no time to think about what he had said as she felt him force his thick cock into her mouth and down her throat. She had given blowjobs before but never on a cock this big and never right down her throat. She gagged as she felt her throat contract around him. She could not believe the pain she felt. She began to feel light-headed, his cock blocking off her air. Just as she was sure she was about to black out, she felt him pull his cock out. How do you like that bitch? I bet you have never had a cock this big before, have you? Amanda didn’t know if he expected an answer, but when she felt a stinging slap across her face, she knew she had to answer. No, I have never she couldn’t finish as started to cry. Well, bitch, I’d better give you the full treatment then, as this will be your last. Amanda didn’t have time to think about what he meant as she felt his cock re-enter her throat again. This time he did not stay buried there, but began to move it in and out at a rapid pace. Amanda felt herself gag each time he forced his cock into her throat and tried to take a breath each time he pulled out into her mouth.



Bulldog loved the feeling of his cock in her throat and the sound of her gagging. He saw the tears on her face and knew that he would not have long before he had to cum in her throat. If he had more time, he would just pull out and allow himself to calm down before he fucked her throat again. He grabbed her hair as he felt himself start to cum. He watched as she gagged, struggling to swallow all his cum. He pulled out into her mouth, watching the next load land on her tongue.



Amanda felt his sticky cum on her tongue and felt tempted to spit it out, however one look at his face was warning enough to swallow. He continued to fill her mouth another two times before he finally stood back and pulled his jeans up again. She felt disgusted by what he had done, hating the taste of his cum in her mouth. She sensed him approaching her again and gasped as he again pulled her head back using her hair. Not bad bitch, a bit more time and you would have become an expert cock-sucker. However, the time has come for us to be gone and for you to die.”