Emma got me clean again. In fact, she did it several times. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other.
Then, abruptly it all stopped. "It's late. They'll be back from town soon," she said with an unmistakable trace of apprehension in her voice. "Got to get you back to the shed."
I felt like I was awakening from a dream as she got down to the business of being the accomplice to a kidnapping. Reality was being gagged again – having my wrists and ankles bound so I couldn't move.
"Sorry, honey," Emma said as she closed the door of the shed, trapping me inside. "I'm just following orders."
So there I was, back in solitary confinement again, frozen in nude contortion. Not only that, it occurred to me I hadn't eaten since early last night whenever that was and I was starving.
Feeling my pretzeled body slowly growing numb, I listened to the angry symphony of my complaining stomach. In such a state, it was hard for me to believe that I'd just spent two or three hours in the continuous euphoria of orgasm.
Now I was just a lump of flesh. It seemed impossible to believe that such a useless organism could be capable of ever having come. After not very long in the shed, I began to regard myself as a bottom-dwelling slug.
I tried to wonder if Tom knew yet about my kidnapping. If he cared.
However, I couldn't continue to focus on it. I was so depressed I didn't see how he could want me back. After all, if Tom knew I was gone, Lieutenant Parker would have had to reveal he'd been in my bedroom. He might try and conceal some of the particulars, but I was certain it wouldn't fool Tom.
I could envision him receiving a ransom note. Cursing me and then crumpling it before he flushed it down the toilet.
Finally, I purposely turned on the fog machine in my brain and mercifully retreated into oblivion. It was such an improvement that I soon fell asleep. I don't know how long I dozed in a ball.
When the door opened again I had to be shook awake before I could acknowledge it. A cool breeze from the outside lapped against my naked body, making me abruptly aware of how sore I was.
"Come on," a man's gruff voice said, "we gotta get some food in you before you croak. Your family's not gonna want a skinny corpse back after all the trouble you're going to put them to."
Slipping his forearm through the cleavage of my bound wrists, the man lifted me out of the shed and into the air with one powerful movement. Then he carried me against his broad back all the way to the main house. He was enormously strong, and I guessed about six-five.
"Hey, Tiny, whatcha got there?" somebody said to the giant as he carried me into the hideout.
"Something I found out in the shed," he drawled, and then dropped me unceremoniously to the floor. Fortunately, the numbness had set in again and it didn't even hurt. However, as I uncontrollably rolled into a corner, I felt like a bowling ball.
"What should we do with it?" a third voice said.
"Fuck it?"
"Naw, we're supposed to feed it," Tiny grunted stolidly.
His heavy feet walked over to me and then there was a sharp click. Bending down, he used the switchblade he'd just opened to sever the bonds on my wrists. Then he did the same to my ankles. I was free.
"Well, stand up, baby," one of the voices said. "Let's see what kind of taste those three who brought you back have."
I tried, but I just couldn't muster the strength. I felt like I was still hog-tied.
"Stand up!" the guy started shrieking excitedly.
Suddenly there was the smack of flesh against flesh, and the sound of somebody falling. "Jesus, Tiny," the excitable guy wailed like a child who'd just been spanked, "you didn't have to knock me down!"
"Shut up and get her some grub," Tiny grunted.
"Christ, I think you broke my jaw," the man on the floor continued to whine.
"Aw shit," Tiny showed emotion for the first time, his thick voice tinged with exasperation. "You two get on outta here and I'll handle it. I don't need any help just to feed a helpless woman."
Silently they trudged out of the house. I was glad to hear them go – but with their departure I still couldn't forget about Tiny's apt description of me as "helpless", I couldn't help but wonder if the behemoth was as placid as he seemed. If he wasn't, he could easily have his way with me.
While I was still thinking about it, he picked me up and literally carried me into what I supposed was the kitchen. There, he sat me down in a chair like I was a child.
My lips seared as the tape around my mouth was removed with a jerk so I could eat. As before, only the blindfold remained.
Dinner wasn't much – Cheetos, a can of warm beer, and a stale Twinky. However, in my emaciated state, the meager fare seemed like haute cuisine.
It was only after I finished ravenously gobbling that I realized Tiny must be watching me behave like a scavenger. All of a sudden I felt very self-conscious.
"Excuse me," I apologized for the blush that overtook my bare body. "I feel so degraded. I'm just not myself."
How incredible it was that I was sobbingly saying I was sorry to one of the gang who had put me through this torture. However, at the time, this irony whizzed right over my head. My mentality was totally that of a captive.
"Don't cry, pretty lady." Tiny spoke for the first time since he'd sat down at the table. His voice had become more mellow with the other two gone.
Reaching out, he touched my face with a massive forefinger and wiped away some tears. It seemed like the gentlest act anyone had ever bestowed on me.
"Oh, please help me," I broke down. Too distraught to compensate for my blindness; I lurched forward to hug him. In my clumsy desperation for a sympathetic human touch, I spilled like a spastic from my chair to the hard floor.
My ass hit the hardest. Upon impact my legs flew uncontrollably apart. Immediately I was aware of the cool air on my abruptly exposed pussy.
Suddenly all I could think about was my cunt. I knew it was wide open – I could feel the rubbery lips stretching.
Was Tiny watching it? As he ogled it, was his dick rising in his pants?
I was sure something was going on when I heard his hard breathing. Then he coughed, and mumbled, "Guess I better pick you up."
In a moment his huge hands were holding me and I was soaring through the air. Blindfolded, it was like being on an elevator with my eyes closed.
"Wait," I blurted as he held me in mid-air before returning me to my chair. "Put me on the table instead."
With a mild grunt, he shifted my weight from one hand to the other and hoisted me to the left instead of the right. In the sweeping process, the bottom of my ass brushed against his groin. There was something very hard in there.
And big! Tiny apparently had a cock as impressive as the rest of his massive physique.
Feeling enshrined on the table top, I left my legs as open as they had been on the floor and thrust my cunt in Tiny's general direction. The scent of my own sudden sexual ripeness made my nostrils flare.
"Fuck me, Tiny!" I trampled over the last of my inhibitions. "My pussy is soaking wet!"
"I-I can't," his stammered reply shook me to my foundation.
"But I felt your cock on the way up," I disputed his refusal. "It was hard as a rock. You could fuck me all day or night long – whichever it is."
"It's not that," he actually whimpered. "It's Chinga I'm afraid of."
"What – or who – is that?"
"The leader," Tiny shakily informed me. "He says nobody's supposed to fool around with you. Anybody he catches, he's gonna go heavy on."
Immediately I wondered with concern about Emma. Recalling her marvelous body, I prayed that her indiscretion with me hadn't been detected. Now I knew why she'd been so nervous about the others returning from town.
"We're calling it the Emma Law," he dashed my hopes. "When Chinga found all those pussy hairs clogging up the drain, and cunt-scum all over the bottom of the bathtub, he knew you two chicks had been making it."
"What happened to her?" I blurted in fright.
"Chinga elected Grady to push her off Diablo Cliff," he made my heart sink. "Chinga says losing a member will just make us leaner and tighter."
Even though I was the victim of the kidnapping, I felt like I had been responsible for that girl's death. I felt like I had been endowed with an evil power I'd never asked for.
On the other hand, now that I had it, the voice of practicality reminded me I might as well harness it to my own advantage. Who knew how many of the gang members I could get rid of by luring them into the kangaroo court of their own wrathful leader. Every one of them I got erased for paying too much attention to my body would be a further obstacle out of the way toward freedom.
"Forget about this Chinga," A hissed sensuously to Tiny. "Think about my deep, tight pussy. How your big, strong cock would feel pumping inside my wet cunt. I'll make you live forever, strong boy."
"I-I-can't," he blubbered like a big baby.
"How big is your cock?" I ignored his whimpering negativism. "I'll bet eight inches when it's hard like it is now." I'd purposely underestimated.
Just like any other man, that brought him around. "Twelve inches," he protested. "My cock's a foot long."
"I don't believe you I don't believe you," I sing-songed. His bull-like snorting told me that he was enraged with frustration.
"It is!" he thunderously insisted.
"I'll bet it's as puny as the rest of you is, big," I taunted. "You guys with the biggest muscles always have the littlest pricks."
"I ought to slam your teeth down your throat!" he bellowed, completely having lost his cool.
"Why don't you just get your cock out of your pants and fuck me?" I calmly replied. "That'll settle the argument fast enough."
Realizing my objective, he lost all reason and turned all of his attention to proving what a real man he was. The rustle of his clothes falling to the floor occupied a few seconds, and then he was upon me. His hairy body was so huge that it smothered me like a mattress.
"Feel it?" he grunted in my ear. "Feel how big my cock is between your legs?"
"My cunt is where I do my measuring," I replied saucily. "Stop bragging and start fucking."
"I'll show you, you bitch!" he snarled, as excited now as he'd been placid before. "I'm gonna ram your fucking guts out!"
"Is that a threat or a promise?" I hit the ball back into his court.
"Biiiiiittcchh!" he yelled as he charged forward like a whole army contained in one man. Draped over me to begin with, now he was steam rolling me.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I smacked my lips as his cock began to travel up my cunt. It seemed as thick as a normal person's forearm.
"Do you think my dick is so puny now?" he rasped after penetrating with so many inches that I couldn't count them.
"I'll tell you when I feel your balls squashing against the outside of my pussy," I continued to lead him on.
"I'm telling you right now, bitch," he growled, "I've got at least four inches to go. Are you sure your delicate little pussy can take it?"
"Fuck you, fatso," I pushed him over the edge. "I can take everything you've got."
"Then take this!" he hissed.
He crashed his groin into mine so hard I thought my bones were snapping. At the juicy depths of the impact, his cock traveled its remaining inches up my fuck-hole. He was in me to the hilt.
Jesus, Tiny's prick was every bit as big as he bragged it was and then some. It was by far the biggest hard-on I'd ever had engorging my cunt.
But I couldn't let him know that. It might break the erotic web I'd woven with my teasing. A web in which I had my enormous prey trapped, if I knew anything about being a woman.
"I'll bet you can't make me scream," I coolly challenged him. His masculinity couldn't refuse a dare like that one.
He began pumping away with his enormous hard-on, trying to saw me in two. Frenzied, his huge body quaked like an incipient landslide. I estimated that I was buried under at least 300 pounds of sweating meat.
On the downward thrusts, the end of Tiny's cock was reaching depths in my pussy that I hadn't known existed. Never in my marriage or my affairs had these regions been explored. My loins were on fire.
That's when I started thinking about coming for the first time. Up until now it had all been strategy. However, it was time to consider whether friction would take its toll. That big cock pistoning in my tight cunt seemed to be shooting off sparks.
I realized I had finally proved that another person could bring me to orgasm. But, I also realized, the other person was of my own sex.
In other words, I'd yet to prove that I could really make it all the way with a man. With over a foot of thick cock making depth charges in my pussy, I had the best chance at my life to finally make it.
"How do you like it?" Tiny sneered egotistically, impaling me with a particularly deep thrust.
"Just keep fucking me," I breathlessly replied. And, then, retaining the bait of the tease: "I think I'm beginning to feel something."
That set him to work even harder. His writhing body was so immense that I felt like a hapless victim of Haystacks Calhoun's Big Splash. However, in all honesty Tiny's best hold was his cock-lock.
If I'd been telling him the truth, I'd have been squealing about the divine agony his huge tool was causing in my overstuffed fuck-pit. I'd have been begging him to make me come rather than holding a lonely vigil on the subject in some tortured recess of my mind.
Then, with his balls squashed to my labia, Tiny's prong actually stiffened a painfully extra half-inch. I'd been fucked too many times not to know what this meant.
Slamming together, his balls sent a cannonball of sperm racing up the barrel of his cock. Abruptly the cavity of my cunt was its recipient. After the first spurt, he was coming unstoppably.
His cum was so hot it sizzled against the tender walls of my pussy. I was more aware of it than any jizz that had ever filled my twat. Its velvet smoothness was even more stimulating than the hard dick from which it spewed.
His spunk acted like a catalyst in my cunt. Something was happening between my legs that had never occurred with a cock there.
I was coming!
The orgasmic shuddering became so intense that I was forced to bite into Tiny's hairy shoulder to brace myself. It was like biting into bear meat.
My teeth seemed to have no effect on him. He just kept right on spurting cream into my grateful cunt without a hitch. Those balls of his must have been like cauldrons to store so much thick jism.
Then, when he finally stopped shooting, my epileptic jerking stopped and I abruptly soared into space. With my cunt full of every drop of his cum, my climax had accelerated beyond the moon.
With the passion of my long-awaited release, I forgot all about my conniving plot to frame Tiny into breaking Emma's Law. Finally coming with a man had blown the lid off my consciousness, and I was just another woman joyously getting her rocks off.
And I didn't want it to end.
"Fuck me in the ass!" I begged as I reached down and grasped the slimy root of his cock. "I don't want to stop coming."
It never occurred to me that his dick might have gone soft after such a violent ejaculation. And, fortunately, it hadn't. As I hauled it from my twat, it seemed stiff as a board and ready to fuck all over again.
With Tiny's huge hard-on pulsing in my grip, I lowered its sights a notch and poked with the head for my throbbing asshole. I could feel my wide-open crack sweating with excitement.
Mmmmmm, there it was. There was my tight asshole. The flange of his cock-head was rubbing over the puckered ridges, lubricating the entrance to the orifice with leftover cum.
When he stuck it in, his cock would go in so easy. No matter how generously he was endowed, the grease of the old sperm would make the path of his prick up my ass a slick one.
"God, do it to me!" I shrieked, trying to jerk his hard cock into me. Fortunately, he cooperated by thrusting his pelvis. Suddenly I was being ass-fucked.
I'd been right about the lubricating properties of cum. It acted like ball-bearings, sending Tiny's boner careening up the tunnel of my rectum. It wasn't long before my bowels were stuffed with throbbing cock.
However, despite the slickness of the penetration, my ass was still tight. That was all to the good, though, considering the painfully blissful friction generated by so much prick in so little space.
As Tiny fucked me in the ass, my orgasmic center gradually shifted from my cunt to my rectum. My anus was starting to flutter the same way my pussy did during orgasm.
In my colon, there was no shit to gurgle because I'd lost it all to Emma's enema. That meant there was nothing to obstruct the head of his prick as it noodled away in my intestinal depths. The various sphincters spasmed so that it seemed like he was fucking a second cunt I miraculously owned.
"Have you got it in all the way?" I gasped.
"Just another inch," he answered, and then immediately grunted it in. The last increment of his penetration caused a stab in my colon that almost brought forth the scream I'd earlier dared Tiny to try and fuck out of me.
However, I held on, grabbing his balls to divert my attention with the searing agony of a foot of cock up my ass. They were hot and churning, searing with the rush-order manufacture of a new batch of thick cum for my tight ass.
Finally accustomed to the completeness of his insertion, I began instinctively wiggling my butt in the classic fucking motion. When the movement brought me more ecstasy than pain, I went even further by pulling back my legs until they were hooked over Tiny's shoulders. I was as contorted as if I were lying bound and gagged in the shed, but now I was loving it.
I was coming even harder in the ass than I had in the cunt. And I still had another load of Tiny's scalding jizz to look forward to. That might be the eventuality that would finally make me scream.
"Come in me," I heard myself plead; my awareness splitting into two levels so that I was capable of monitoring my performance. "Come in my ass!"
His balls jumped from my hand in sudden constriction. At the same time his huge prick lurched the whole width and breadth of my shit-pit. Cum bolted up his tube.
"Yeeeeoooowwwww!" I gave in and screamed at last. There was no other physical alternative when I suddenly had the sensation of hot lead up my ass.
Orgasming in high-gear, I followed my senses on a roller coaster ride into infinity. Nothing had ever made me come like this.
"Oh, flood my ass," I babbled insanely. "Keep filling my ass with your cum!"
Incredibly, he had more bullets to shoot this time than he had during the shoot-out in my pussy. The flow of his jizz seemed endless. Old sperm would be pooping out of my ass for days.
"Quick," I seized upon a sudden inspiration, "pull out of my ass and finish coming in my mouth. I want to taste that cream before it's all gone."
With a loud, wet pop he was out of my butt, and running his huge, erupting cock up my body. Then it found my face and my lips were around it, mouth-fucking out the last globs of semen.
"Oh, suck my cock," Tiny moaned with glee. "Suck my fucking cock."
The sound of my slobbering smacking lips filled the kitchen as I rapidly ate his dong all the way down to the balls. All dozen inches of it. Its head was now leaking the last of its sperm directly into the pit of my stomach.
Kidnapped, naked and degraded – with one of my captors brutally force-feeding me a foot of cock – I'd never felt so alive. I was beginning to wonder if the life from which I'd been abducted back in the suburbs was worth missing. For the first time I pondered whether I had seduced Tiny to cause dissension in the ranks of the kidnappers, as I'd told myself till now, or just fucked him because I wanted a big prick inside me.
Unfortunately, I never got to make up my mind. An opening door and the scuffle of many footsteps completely changed my priorities. Even blindfolded I knew from my other senses that a small crowd had entered the room.
The rest of the gang – they had caught Tiny with his pants down – Emma's Law!
"Freeze!" a voice I hadn't heard before snapped like the jaws of a trap. Hearing it for the first time was a chilling experience.
I could feel Tiny's big head turn around between my upraised knees. Then I could feel his massive body shudder as he saw something that made him suck in his breath.
"Tiny," the intruder's striking voice pronounced the big man's name like the dashing keys of a typewriter, "you're through."
A quickly muffled hiss followed his words. Before it was over, Tiny screamed. Bits of liquid and hard matter sprayed my chest and face. There was a thunk in the wall only an inch or so from my face.
Then, in eerie silence, Tiny slid like a bag of sugar from the prop of my legs. His strength abruptly terminated, gravity was sucking his great weight toward the floor with a vengeance.
He was dead. Apparently shot in the head with a silencer-equipped gun. The peculiar debris splattering my face and chest must have been bone, brain and blood. The emerging bullet had just missed me, burying itself in the plaster next to my ear.
Sitting up on the table, I lowered my head between my spread thighs and violently puked. I hadn't realized playing for keeps was going to be like this.