The ride to their hideout seemed interminable. The last several miles of it were over bumpy unpaved roads and I thought my bowels and kidneys would burst.
When we got there, after a long discussion with their allies who were there to meet them, my abductors decided to lock me in a shed while they decided what to do. Since I was bound and gagged and blindfolded, it was like being thrown into a black hole.
I don't know how long I stayed there because my senses were no longer reliable, nor in some cases available. In addition to being blind, mute and immobile, I was afflicted with limbs that were numb and a fogged-in brain. I felt like a useless piece of protoplasm taking up space someplace.
On the other hand, had I been alert I would have undoubtedly bedeviled myself by imagining my captors plotting my ransom. This way I was as nerveless as an amoeba.
When the door to the shed finally opened, I was so deadened that I didn't even hear it. Any light, of course was cut off by my blindfold. I had no idea whether it was night or day.
It took somebody stroking me and cooing into my ear like I was a baby to finally attract my attention. "Oh, look, you've made a mess all over yourself," a woman's voice said as she surveyed the damage with her fingertips.
Reality jarred me with the truth of her observation. She was right the small enclosure was reeking with the stench of my own piss and shit. All of a sudden my nerve-endings tingled back to life, making my skin crawl under the slimy filth that coated my naked body.
"We've got to get you cleaned off," she said, tugging me from the shack. "Nobody'll pay a cent for you looking like this."
It was the first hint of ransom. My kidnapping had apparently been placed on a pay-as-you-go basis while I'd beep languishing in bondage.
It seemed so odd being held like this. I was just an ordinary middle-class suburban housewife. My husband was a successful insurance agent, but our house was still heavily mortgaged. About all Tom could come up with in the way of ransom was a group life insurance policy for my kidnappers. They'd have to die to collect.
My involvement with the controversial Lieutenant Parker had been strictly a fluke. He'd answered my church's women's club about the spread of crime to the suburbs. I'd gone to the luncheon with adultery the last thing on my mind.
However, never underestimate the power of a bulge in a man's pants on a woman's imagination. By the time Roy's talk to the ladies was through, my mind was engorged with a throbbing mental image of his unsheathed hard-on. When I got up from my seat, there would be a small puddle of dew from my leaking pussy.
I bolted toward him the minute he was finished speaking. Pushing the other women out of my way, I elbowed up next to him and boldly whispered in his ear, "Do you want to fuck me?"
He choked on the answer he was giving to somebody's question. Then he gave my thigh a discreet squeeze. An hour later we were back at my place and screwing.
Just before everything went haywire, and I was kidnapped.
Well, I was back to the present again. I noted its futility by damning myself for being such a jerk about sex. If I hadn't had hot pants looking for the orgasm-that-never-came, I'd have never gotten mixed up with somebody like Roy Parker.
How was I to know that he was a marked man? To me, he was another big cock that might make me come with a man at last.
Ah, sex. Damn you, sex, I vehemently thought. "Hey, you all right?" the woman who had liberated me from the shed asked concernedly. "You're shaking like a leaf."
She was right. I felt like a quivering ball of Jello. But, despite my chill, sweat was pouring from my naked body.
"Here, let me get you a blanket," she said, and then left the room to find one.
I could feel try rump resting against the prickliness of a cheap rug, my back against a wall. I guessed I was propped up in a corner of the main hideout.
"Here you go," she said on her return, placing a warm woolen blanket over my shaking shoulders.
Mentally, I profusely thanked her. I couldn't help wondering what she looked like. Young or old? Fat or thin? Attractive?
"I guess it wasn't easy," she said, "being out there all night with no clothes on, wallowing in your own pee and shit. Sometimes the boys just don't have any manners."
Gradually I stopped trembling within the security of the blanket. As I calmed down, I started to become aware of how dirty and scummy my body was. All of a sudden I loathed myself. Stark fear had vanished but it had given way to degradation.
"I think you need a bath," she read my mind.
She reached down and opened the blanket inspecting the filth of my nakedness with her caressing fingertips. Her touch was so gentle it made me tingle in the midst of so much sordidness.
"Oh, yes, you really do," she giggled. "You smell just like a sewer."
And then, miraculously, she was freeing my wrists and ankles. Then the tape from my mouth. "Sorry," she apologized, "this is gonna sting your lips like the devil, but there's no other way to do it." As I yowled my first sound in hours from the painful accuracy of her prediction, only my blindfold remained as a symbol of my bondage.
That, as my benign guard quickly explained, had to stay on. "You get a good look at us and we're fucked, let's face it," she matter-of-factly explained. Then she wistfully added: "No matter how pretty you are."
It was absurd, but I felt deeply flattered that she admired my body. A sort of a glow lifted me to my feet efficiently and securely when I should have been wobbling after so long in bondage.
"Very good," she clapped. "I was sure you'd fall on your ass on your first try at standing. I must say that your body really works for you."
With a new dose of approval making me tingle, I was easily led across the room, down a hall, and into something which I guessed was the bathroom. "Here, I'll help you into the tub," she confirmed my judgment.
Taking me by the shoulders, she gently brought me to the edge of the tub, making sure my leg rubbed against it so I'd know where I was. "Just step over to your left," she counseled. The successful maneuver found me with one foot in the tub and one, several inches away, on the floor.
"Myyyyy," she crooned, "you're hung."
That was what they always said to guys. But suddenly it occurred to me that she was talking about my cunt.
"Are your pussy lips always this big, or are they swollen?" she asked as she lightly fingered my labia.
I had no way of knowing. Her unexpected touch was so exciting that I temporarily lost all my sense of proportion. Turgid with sudden arousal, the petals of my twat seemed like velvet pillows.
As she continued to rub my cunt, she leaned over and turned on the water. Slowly I could feel it warmly ascending up my leg in the tub.
"Are you about ready for your bath?" she asked, still stroking.
"Mrnmmmmmm," I murmured, still not sure of my power to speak even though the gag was off.
"Then put your other foot over the side and step over," she said. "When your pussy hits the water it'll feel divine."
However, I didn't move. She was obviously surprised by my reluctance, and asked what was wrong.
"I want you to go in with me!" I blurted my first complete sentence since my kidnapping. "After all that's happened, your touch is the only thing that calms me down. I'd feel better if I could feel your body."
"Why not?" she replied after a thoughtful pause. "Everybody else is in town, why shouldn't little Emma have some fun?"
"Emma? Is that your name?"
"Emma, are you young or old?" I excitedly gargled. "Are you… you… attractive?"
"Find out for yourself," she said through a quick unzippering. In a moment she was slipping down in the tub with me, and saucily advising: "Let your fingers do the walking."
Blindly reaching out, I groped for her breasts. As our thighs rubbed together underwater, I found them.
They were small but hard. They seemed like the tits of a young woman. Excitedly, I found her nipples. They were sticking out like miniature hard-ons. When I tweaked them, she squealed with delight.
"I love your breasts," I verbalized the obvious.
"Then lean forward and suck them," she panted with excitement.
Ducking my head to my shoulder, I followed the path of my arms down to Emma's tits. Once there, I squeezed them together and sucked both nipples at once.
While this was happening, my keeper started to rub my body with soap. Even though she was writhing and squealing from my oral caresses, she was still efficient enough to cover me with lather. The effect was that the more I sucked her tits, the cleaner I felt.
The water had been turned off so that its level was up to about our waists. It seemed to give us a buoyancy to maneuver we would not have ordinarily had in such a constricted space. We began to take full advantage of it.
No longer satisfied with merely mouthing her tits, I literally crawled up Emma's body, sensing her full nakedness for the first time. She was all lithe sinew and curves, without an ounce of fat on her. I guessed she wasn't over eighteen.
Estimating the location of her mouth, I successfully penetrated with my tongue and began a deep soul kiss. Underwater, my knee shot up into her crotch and rubbed her cunt.
Embracing me, Emma continued to lather my body. I felt like a naked woman who had popped out of a real birthday cake.
Eventually the foam was so thick that my body slipped against Emma's. Gradually my knee fell out of her crotch, as my hips replaced it. Soon the points of our pelvises were scraping.
"Rub your pussy against mine," Emma broke our kiss to fervently plead. "I can't wait to feel those big lips against my cunt."
Even though in my sheltered life I had never made love to another woman, I knew exactly what to do. Some basic instinct had taken over.
"Oooooooh, that's it," Emma moaned as I squirmed my cunt into the lower crux of her spread thighs. "Your pussy is so hot it's going to make the water boil."
I could only reply with a murmur of delight. The humid feel of her hairy snatch, sticky even under water, had tied my tongue into knots.
"Now fuck me," Emma directed beneath me. "Move your hips like you were a guy fucking me – our cunts will do the rest."
My murmuring changing to grunting, I began obediently pumping my loins between her spread thighs. Almost from the beginning, sparks seemed to fly from the incredible friction of our chafing twats.
"Fuck me harder, harder!" Emma implored. "Make me come with your hot cunt!"
I was so horny that it didn't seem odd to me that I was ramming another woman with my pussy. I might as well have had a hard-on up her slit the way I was humping her.
Even though I was blindfolded, for the first time I got the male's point of view in lovemaking. No wonder it was so easy for a guy to come – on top he was the master of all he surveyed. There was no need for self-doubt when you were in charge.
Throughout my marriage and all my affairs, I was always the one on the bottom pleading to be fucked harder and harder. Now that I was on top for the first time, I reveled in being begged by the person pinned beneath me to do the obvious.
Faster and faster I churned my hips between her legs. My breath was coming in pants as I tore my stiff cunt into the tenderest parts of her gaping pussy like a nail. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me toward her. Soon we were both covered with my soapy lather.
"God, I'm coming," she moaned. "My pussy's on fire. I could feel it. Or were those my own flames?"
"Are you coming, too?" she urgently asked. "Its so much better if we both come at once."
Automatically, I prepared to tell my usual orgasmic lie. However, when the single word "yes" popped from my mouth, I was astonished at its credibility.
Suddenly I dared to think the impossible. Could it actually be that another woman was about to make me come? Squashed against Emma's rubbery fuck-hole, my pussy felt more vibrant than it ever had in my life.
No man had ever brought me to this point. Even teetering with Roy Parker wasn't this close.
My cunt was ready to explode. Another woman was going to make me come!
Boom it happened, and I was soaring through space. "Yes, I'm coming," I honestly advised my love-partner. "I can feel it everywhere!"
Our rubbing pussies foamed in each other. A steady stream of air bubbles crackled to the surface of the bath water from the heated action below. Then the escaping effluence of our cunts formed a miniature oil slick.
Awash in water, suds, and our own creamy discharge, Emma and I grappled passionately in the tub for a new position. Coming once had just made each of us want more.
This time, Emma wound up on top. Slipping so that I fell like a tortoise on my back, I was easy prey to her when she straddled my head and pressed her gooey cunt over my mouth.
Her smooth, full thighs clasped my head in a tight embrace. Her pussy had opened so widely that it was spread over my entire face. Its sweetness was indescribable.
I was overcome by hunger. The natural thing was to start eating.
Her gaping slit was cavernous when I first inserted my stiff tongue into it. However, it immediately tightened upon the first sign of meat. Abruptly tightening like a vise, Emma's elastic twat started wringing my tongue like a washrag.
It was only after several seconds of cunt tasting that I realized my head had slipped under water. In order to breathe, I would have to slither to the surface between the rear of the tub and Emma's pressing loins. As I did so, hacking in her crotch for air, Emma fell away from me.
Sprawling awkwardly across my reclining body, her head fortunately came to rest against the cushion of my thighs rather than the hard porcelain. Automatically I spread my legs. When she got over her shock at falling, the first thing she would notice would be my cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm," was her initial indication she had recovered her wits. "Your pussy is beautiful."
Immediately she was eating it. To make it even better, the delightful invitation of her own twat was spreading through the cheeks of her ass just inches before me. Even though I was blindfolded, I could smell it, and thus envision it.
Then, craning my neck, I was tasting it. The flavor of pussy was even better when the person you were sucking was devouring your own.
Giving and receiving pleasure became so intense, gradually I couldn't distinguish Emma's cunt from my own. When her twat spasmed and gushed in my mouth, the same thing was happening between my legs. At times I felt I was drinking my own pussy juice coming in my own mouth.
I'd been on a continuous orgasm ever since I'd finally broken through the climactic barrier. Once I'd started coming, I couldn't stop. It was divine torture.
Then, just as I decided nothing could surpass sixty-nining in the bathtub, something did. Somehow Emma managed to turn the water back on, causing me to notice for the first time that it was coming out of a rubber tube attached to the faucet. Taking that tube, she crammed it up my asshole without warning. Suddenly my bowels were bursting with hot water.
She was giving me an impromptu enema. The taut bloating of my colon went perfectly with the joy of sixty-nining. With stimulation in both holes, I felt I was orgasming in my ass and cunt separately but simultaneously.
Of course the growing pressure in my bowels couldn't be held for long. With inevitable abruptness, the walls of my lower intestine collapsed and my colon was forcibly emptied.
The rubber tube came spurting out first, followed by a flood of stinking water. The force of my crap-thickened discharge drove Emma's tongue from my pussy. I imagined her nude body was speckled brown with flying pieces of my splattering shit.
"Quick," she said, passing the still-flowing rubber hose to me, "now it's your turn to give me an enema."
The splashing in front of me told me that she was getting into position for the act, opening her ass for me.
"Where is it?" I asked nervously, a complete neophyte at this. "Where is your asshole?"
"Just feel in front of you," she directed. "You can't miss it."
She was right. It was gaping like a miniature tunnel between her severely spread buns. Kneeling in front of me, her open butt was right in my face.
Working expertly with the gushing hose, even though I couldn't see, I moved the nozzle down the cleft of her spread cheeks. When the tip of the hose suddenly surged forward about an inch. I knew I had penetrated her asshole.
"Work it in!" she cried. "Really work it in!"
It was easy enough to do. The slick tube, about half an inch in diameter, was just made to fit up her narrow shit-chute. There was nothing to stop me from reaching the core of her being with it.
Inch after inch of elongated rubber slithered up her throbbing rectum. It was like fucking ass with a snake. In the meantime, the rushing water was stretching her bowels by the pint.
Then the explosion came. The first warning was the tubing recoiling from her ass like an electrocuted serpent. After that, all hell broke loose.
Emma's shit came flying at me in loose chunks from her erupting asshole. I felt like the loser in a dirt-clod fight I was getting pelted so vigorously.
Writhing like we were trapped in a pit of molten lava, Emma and I fervently embraced each other. We wore both coming so hard, it seemed we were holding on to one another for dear life.
Finally, after things had slowed down a little and we were catching our breath, Emma spoke first. "Well, well," she said slyly, "it looks like we're going to have to start all over again on cleaning you up before the rest of them get back from town."
"Good," I whispered huskily. "I feel absolutely filthy."
"I know," Emma giggled. "That's why I got you dirty all over again."