Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Stolen Innocence ( Jans' Torment ) Part I

by the Godfather

Chapter 1

Life in small town Ontario, Canada was pretty good.
For Jan and Bill it was great.
They were childhood sweethearts, and in school, most of their friends knew that someday, they would be married.
They just seemed to have something very special between them...something that grew stronger in time.
As predicted, they did marry, had two wonderful daughters, and together, the four of them grew into a typical, happy family unit.
Bill had a good job, and for all accounts, it covered the expenses, so it was decided that it might be best for Jan to stay home, and take care of the hardest half of the workload, the housework, child raising, gardening ( which she enjoyed, but Bill didn't know that ), and all the rest of those day-to-day things a housewife does.
She often asked herself if this was enough for her, though.
Raising her daughters, and managing the household was fulfilling, but she sometimes felt like a " Television mom ", like June Cleaver, kissing the husband goodbye every morning, and doing that same sink full of dishes until he got home.
Any time she started feeling a little down about it, she would remember how well they were doing, and how much in love she and Bill still were, even after thirteen years of marriage.

Jan was one of those women that kept her girlish looks, no matter how many years passed, and at 34, her short reddish brown hair still hadn't shown a speck of gray, and her body, at 5'7" tall, and 135 pounds, was as appealing to Bill as it was when they were younger.
Bill especially loved her freckles, on her face, a nd shoulders.
Jan knew he liked them, and laughed when he traced them when he rubbed her shoulders, or scratched her back.
She always knew which area was to be scratched next by the pattern of her freckles.
She didn't know if he was even doing it consciously.
Bill, at 39, was enjoying one of those lives too.
Secure, loving, almost surrealistic, but things seemed to be going right, in all ways. Sure, there were financially stressful times, as there were for all families, but after a few promotions, Bill was doing well.
They had two daughters, Becca, and Krissy, a nice house, a Toyota 4Runner in the driveway, a big yard, a dog, and they were respected by everyone who knew them.
Nothing seemed out of place for them.

It was a Saturday, and as usual, Bill and Jan slept in a little.
They liked to stay up a little later on Friday nights to have their "together time" that they could never have enough of.
They awoke on Saturday, and Jan was feeling a little frisky, from a good nights sleep, and from the closeness she and Bill shared cu rled up on the couch the night before.
She leaned over and kissed him on the forhead, and then rested her head on his chest, whispering "I love you" to him as she passed his ear.
Her hands caressed his chest hair, and found their way lower, touching his thighs, rubbing them softly.
Bill opened his eyes, and looked down at her, with a smile, and li stened to the silence in the house, signalling that the girls were still asleep.
He reached up and put his hand in Jans hair, rolling his fingers through the curls.
He returned the gesture, by saying "I love you, too" to her, and looked over at the clock.

"Oh Honey, I'm going to have to make this up to you later.
I have to get ready to take the girls to the soccer game soon.
I wish I didn't, though. I would love to lay here with you all day.
I miss those times." Bill took Jans hand from his thigh, and sat up, on the side of the bed, swinging his feet to the floor.
"Why don't you wake the girls while I shower, okay?"
This was a game day for Becca and Krissy, who were both enrolled in a girls summer soccer league.
Bill thought that it was a perfect opportunity for him to spend time with them, so he volunteered to coach the team.
Although he enjoyed doing it with them, today was a day when he didn't want to go wil lingly.
"I promise Hon, later we will have our time."
He got up, grabbed his clothes, and headed for the shower.

Jan understood why he had to hurry, he was the type to always show up on time, or even early, to anywhere he went, and as the coach of the team, he had to arrive early anyway, to get the team organized.
Understanding that though, didn't make it any easier to accept.
She sat up in bed, as Bill walked off, and put on he r robe before walking down the hall to the girls rooms.
She knocked on the doors one after the other, and announced, "Time to get up girls, you have to be to the game in a little over an hour. Get up and get ready for breakfast."
After she heard stirring, Jan made her way to the kitchen, and made a quick breakfast for her daughters, and a cup of c offee for Bill.
They got ready, ate, and bounded for the door, ready to head out.
Jan normally went with them, but this time, she chose to stay behind to work in the garden.
As they drove out of the driveway, Jan watched from the door, yelling to them, "Good luck girls, do your best." and closed the door as they drove away.

Alone in the house, Jan felt the heat that had started to build in bed, and as she took off her robe, to get ready for her shower, she saw that her nipples were standing erect.
She looked into the mirror, as she stood in front of the bedroom door, and stopped to admire her body.
She considered herself to be full-figur ed, but at 36c-30-36, very few men had a problem looking at her.
She felt a tingle between her legs as she stood there, and she raised her right hand to her breast, and cupped it, still looking at her reflection in the mirror.
Her nipple responded even more, by getting hard, and pointing out between her fingers.
Jan could have very easily given in to pleasure at that moment, masturbating herself, but her husbands promise of later satisfied her for the moment.
She grabbed her robe and went to the shower.
That seemed to cool her down a little, and hardly even noticed that her nipples were still hard as she was getting dressed.
She made herself a cup of coffee, and went out to the yard to star t her gardening.

It was about 2 hours later, and she heard their dog, a 4 year old German Shepherd mix named Mickey, barking in his pen in the back yard.
She dropped her shovel, and went to see what he was barking about.
"What's the matter boy?" she called, as she turned the corner behind the house.
As she got closer, she saw Mickey p rancing around his food bowl, and thought it was early, but she reached into his pen and took his bowl out, and filled it from the bag in the shed.
Jan returned it to his pen, and patted Mickey on the head as he dove into his food.
She laughed at the way he was circling the bowl as he ate from it, shut the pen, and went back to her gardening.
Only about another hour passed, and she saw her family driving back into the driveway.
The car doors opened quickly, and Becca came running out to her mother.
"We won, Mom. We kicked their butts."
The 11 year olds enthusiasm showed as she ran past her mother, and into the house.
Krissy, though only 9, was less jubilant than Becca. "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" Jan asked.

"Nothing, Mom, Becca scored the winning goal, and we heard about it all the way home, she's such a bragger."
Jan chuckled at the wording, and the pouting look on her daughters face, and told her, "Krissy, someday it will be your turn to score the winning goal, and then you can boast about it to her."
That was all it t ook to please her, and Krissy bound into the house smiling.
Bill walked over to Jan and kissed her quickly on the cheek, smiling about the victory, and with pride for his daughters.
"You would have been proud, Hon. They did well." he said, and reached for his belt.
He took off his pager, and told Jan, "I got a page from Jim, at the office, a littl e while ago.
It seems one of our customers has upped a deadline, and I have to go help him for a while.
I was going to mow the lawn, and get that garage cleaned out today, but it looks like my plans have changed.
I'll go change real quick, and then head out."
He hated that he had to go to work, missing out on quality time with his family, and actu ally getting some things done that seemed to be piling up, but that's how he got his nice home, by being available for his job, and by doing it well.
Bill headed up the walk and went into the house to change.
Jan shook her head in disappointment, and went back about her gardening, nearly finished by that time.
Bill walked back out of the house, an d kissed Jan again, apologized, and walked towards the driveway.
He turned to talk to her, "Jan, I should only be a couple hours, I think, but I'll call if it gets to be any later, ok Hon?" Jan nodded, "Okay Honey, I might be shopping, but if I'm not here, leave a message.
I might see if Nancy, next door, needs to go do some, and catch a ride with her." Bill nodded, and drove off dejectedly.

Having finished her work in the yard, she finished picking up her tools, and put them away, and called in to the girls to get ready to go shopping.
Jan had seen Nancy, and asked her for a ride to the store while she was outside, and it was almost time.
They all got ready, and before they knew it, Nancy pulled in to pi ck them up.

Time passed, and they came home 2 hours later, and noticed that Bill wasn't home yet.
They all carried in the groceries, and all helped put them away.
It was almost 4:00 so Jan started dinner as the girls watched television.
The phone rang as she was preparing the meat, and she answered in fear of what it meant.
It wa s Bill, and he told Jan that things were going well, and that he should be home soon.
Jan was pleased to hear that, and finished with dinner.
As it finished cooking, Bill walked in, hugged Jan tight, kissed the girls, and they sat to enjoy a good meal.
After it was finished, Bill said that he could still get the yard mowed if he started soon.
Jan picked up the plates, put away the food, and started washing the dishes.
As she stood at the sink, she looked out the window and saw Bill walk by with the mower.
A smile came to her lips.
No, not even a television mom could have been any happier.
The sun went down as Bill finished his mowing, and he walked into the house sweating, and tired.
Jan f ollowed him to the bathroom, where he was getting ready for another shower, to wash away the grass, and perspiration.
Jan turned on the shower as he undressed, leaned over and kissed him, and walked out.
As she left the room, she turned to notice Bill, standing there naked, and she felt another smile come to her lips.

It was 9:00, and they settled in for more time on the couch, cuddling together, with the girls on the floor by their sides.
Jan was stroking Krissys' hair, and tied it into a ponytail for her, and Bill was leaning his head on Jans' lap, stretched out along the couch.
The girls went to bed at 9:30, and Jan started play ing with Bills' hair instead, running her hands through it.
As the movie approached the ending, Jan was surprised to hear Bill start to snore.
He had fallen asleep on her. Jan nudged him, and said, "Come on Baby, let's go to bed." Bill grunted semi-consciously, and stood, wobbly, and headed for the bedroom.
They got undressed together, and laid in bed, holding each other. Bill opened his eyes with a squint, and said one word, "Tomorrow", and drifted off to sleep again. Jan smiled, half-heartedly, rolled over, and also fell asleep.

end chapter 1

Chapter 2

Sunday morning arrived , and Jan awoke to the sound of the doorbell.
She threw her robe on as she walked to the door, and opened it slowly.
She was surprised to see a young looking woman there, dressed in a diry looking, and foul smelling leather jacket.
The woman had stringy blonde hair, which didn't appear to have been washed for days, and clothes that looked well worn.
Jan knew that this woman didn't belong in this neighborhood.
"May I help you?" Jan asked her, trying not to seem too anxious to hurry her along.

"I'm sorry to bother you, hope I didn't wake you up.
My car died, and it's out there on the street. Do you think I could borrow your phone to call a friend? I know I'll never find a garage open on a Sunday to have it fixed.
By the way, my name is Deb."
She stepped forward a step, and waited for Jan to invite her in.

"Yes, I guess so, come on in.
Just do me a favor, please be quiet.
My husband and girls are still sleeping. It's only 7:00."
Jan backed away from the door as she swung it wider, allowing Deb to enter.
Deb stepped in, and looked around, getting a feel for where things were, and looking for the phone.
Jan started walking towards the phone, and Deb followed her.
"It's this way, do you need a phone book?"
Jan just wanted to get her taken care of so she could go back to bed and cuddle with Bill.

"No, thank you, I know the number."
She picked up the phone and dialed.
Jan gave her some privacy, and went into the kitchen, to pour herself a glass of juice.
Jan called out to ask Deb if she would like anything.
"No thank you, I feel like I've troubled you enough." Deb replied, and she started to speak softly into the phone.
Jan didn't pay attention to what she was saying, not really interested in it anyway.
Jan poured the juice, and walked back to the dining room.
Deb turned to face away from her, and whispered into the phone, and hung up.

"I hope I didn't interrupt, Hon. I wasn't trying to be nosey. Did you have any luck with your friend?"

Deb answered, "Yes, he's coming right over, thank you. I'm sorry again for the bother, but may I use your bathroom?"

"Sure Dear, it's right there, help yourself. How long until your friend arrives? Did he say?"
Jan was hoping to hear that he was on the way.

Deb finished in the bathroom, and walked back to the dining room, and sat at the table, putting her cigarette case at the end of the table.
"So, you're married and have daughters?" She asked, trying to make conversation as she waited.
"What do you do?"

Jan appreciated her kindness, and that she was polite, despite her appearance.
"Yes, we've been married 13 years, and have two daughters." They should be waking up soon."
Jan was hoping that Bill would wake up soon.
She felt a little uncomfortable being alone with this woman, and dressed only in a robe and small nightgown.
"I'm going to go close the door to the girls room so they don't wake up, are you sure I can't get you something on my way?"

"No, thank you. Really, he should be here soon.
He was expecting my call..." Deb stopped there, wondering how she was going to explain how her boyfriend would expect such a call.
We knew that the transmission was going on it, and when I left last night, he heard it grinding.
I was on my way to his house now so he could check it out."

Jan smiled, satisfied with her answer.
"I hate car problems, one time Bill and I were taking the girls....."
There was a knock on the door, and Jan walked to the door to answer it.
"I think your friend is here Deb." Jan opened the door, and a tall, dark haired man in blue jeans and a tee shirt smiled down at her.

"Hi, I saw my girlfriends car out front, and she called and told me she would be here waiting."
The man walked into the house, which Jan wasn't really too happy about.
He stayed in the foyer, and Deb appeared from the dining room, and met him, giving him a hug.

"This is Kyle, the friend I told you about.
Thank you for letting me use your phone, and for your help.
I really appreciate it. Kyle has a tow-rope, and we'll be okay from here....believe me, we've had practice at this."
Deb snickered, and took Kyles arm, and the walked out the door.
She turned around again, and looked back at Jan, who was standing near the door.
"Jan, thank you, and I'm sorry that I woke you up.
I hope you can go back to sleep. You're a life saver."
Deb saw Jan smile, and turned away and headed for her car, where Kyle was attaching the ropes. Jan shut the door behind her and headed back to bed.

She heard the other car start, and start off, and took off her robe.
She was still sleepy, and thought to herself, as she laid down beside Bill, that she could still get another hour of sleep.
Jan laid down, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Her sleep didn't last, though. The sound of her front door opening woke her up.
She was startled to hear it, and her first reaction was that Deb needed more help.
She got out of bed, and reached once more for her robe, and left the room.
She was mad at herself for forgetting to lock the front door after they left, too.
She got to the door, and heard voices, loud voices.
As she turned to wake up Bill, she felt a hand grasp her from behind, covering her mouth.
Another hand was grabbing her around the waist.
Jan tried to scream, but could only get a slight muffle past the powerful hand.
She tried to turn to see what was happening, and heard several voices coming from the living room.
She heard the television and radio being turned on, and felt like she was about to pass out from the fear.
Bill woke up with a jerk as his wife was thrown down on the bed on top of him.
Quickly, two men ran into the room and grabbed him, and stuffed something into his mouth. Bill resisted, but was overpowered by the men.
Jan looked down at Bill being tied to the bed, and screamed with the last bit of energy she had before passing out from shock.

end chapter2

Chapter 3

Jan awoke in a daze, not really sure where she was, until she saw Bill tied to the bed next to her, and looked down toward the foot of the bed, and saw Becca, and Krissy tied to chairs, crying, looking at their parents for help.
They had gags in their mouths, too, but Jans mouth wasn't.
"What are you doing here? What do you want?" LET US GO!" Jan tried to fight the ties, but found that she couldn't.
Obviously her family had found the same thing, because neither of them seemed to be fighting.

"Well, good morning Mrs. Anderson.
I'm so glad you could join us."
Jan looked around, trying to get an idea of what was going on, and how many people there were.
"We're going to hang out here for a while, I hope you don't mind." He snickered as he walked over to her.
Jan noticed that he was wearing a leather jacket, and that the other 2 strange men in her room did too.
She heard voices, and the radio in the other room too, so she knew there were more than just the 3 in the bedroom with them.
She turned her head and looked over at Bill, who was staring back at her.
The man walked over to where Jan was laying, and sat beside her.
She smelled oil, or gasoline on him.
She was repulsed by the smell, and by his looks.
He was a big man, with a beard, and long hair.
His hair didn't look like it was overgrown, or bushy, but just the opposite, like he took good care of it.
The other two men in the room were clean shaven, medium built men, with tatoos, but no real distinguishable features.
Jan tried to move as far away from him as she could, to get away from the smell of the gasoline, and because she was afraid.
The man saw this, and reached out with a gloved hand, and grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them tightly.
Jan let out a squeal through her pursed lips, and tried to pull away from him.
He put his face right up to hers, and kept squeezing, and told her, "Lady, you might as well get used to me, because I'm going to be accepting your invitation to stay for a while."
He threw her head back, as he let go of her cheeks.

Jan was crying now, but through the tears, still asked, "What are you doing here, and why do you have us all tied up?
What are you going to do with us? Why is my family gagged?"
Jan was terrified, and was very curious why she wasn't gagged, but she was actually afraid to find out.
The man slammed his hand down on the bed, and grabbed her by the sleeve of her robe.

"We have to lay low for a few days, before we can move on, and your quiet little neighborhood looked like the least likely place for us to hide, so, here we are."
He said it in a mocking, cartoon-like voice, to taunt her.
The man looked directly into Jans eyes, and reached up to wipe away a tear.
"My-oh-my little lady, don't you look nice in that robe?"
He pulled it apart to reveal her short nightgown.
The girls squirmed in their chairs, and their screams were muffled by their gags.
Jan tried to wriggle her body away, to prevent him from touching her, but it was useless.
The man spoke, "Look at your husband there little lady, just laying there watching you presenting yourself to me like that. Jan knew she didn't want Bill to see this, and she certainly didn't want Bill to see what was happening to her, but she looked over at him anyway.
His eyes were filled with tears, and his feet were straining against the ties.
The man looked over at Bill, with his finger pressed to his lips, and told him, "Quiet little man, while I show your wife what a man can do."

Jan started to scream, and one of the other men in the room rushed over to hold her mouth.
Just then, a womans voice came from the other room.
"Eric, look. We're on TV."
The man sitting next to Jan got up, and ran into the living room.
Jan heard a news report, about a robbery that had happened overnight at someones house, and that it was gang related.
She also heard that there were several people seen at the murder scene.
When she heard this, she looked over at Bill, and down at Becca, and Krissy.

Suddenly, all four of them had a sinking feeling of desperation, knowing that these were the people that had robbed, and killed whoever it was that got killed at the place the news was referring to.
They all tried to struggle, but one of the men stayed behind in the room to watch them, and warned them to lay still, holding a gun against Bills head.
Crying, they all stopped.
There were voices from the living room, and some laughing.
It was clear that they were talking about what they were going to do with their captors while they stayed there.
Jan was shaking, afraid that her, and her family were going to be their next victims.
The laughing continued in the other room, until Eric, who appeared to be the leader of the gang, walked back into the bedroom.

"Well, you probably heard that, didn't you?" he asked, looking at all four of them.
"We have to stay out of the public eye for a few days, and this seemed like the best way, so, get used to us, and I'm sure we'll get used to you, hahaha."
He laughed, like he had something on his mind.
He walked up to the man that was standing guard, and told him to leave for a while.
The man questioned him, but Eric assured him that it was alright. After the other man left, Eric called out to him.
"Tony, have Karen get something from the refrigerator, I'm going to work up an appetite in here." Bill was squirming, trying to yell, but unable to do more than utter a muffled moan.
Eric spoke up, "Yea, we're going to get really acquainted here.
The question is, with who?"
Jan begged for him to leave them alone.
She offered to let them stay, and promised not to tell anyone, but there was no need to hurt anyone.
Eric reminded her that hurting people was not anything he was afraid to do.
Jan remembered the news report, and knew he wasn't bluffing.
Eric walked over to the girls, standing between the chairs they were tied to.
He reached out and put a hand on each of their shoulders.
" You have two very pretty little daughters here, I'm sure they could keep us busy for a few days."
Jan screamed, "NO, LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
The girls were crying harder now, their tears streaming down their cheeks, and soaking into the material of the gags.
"Please." Jan pleaded. "Don't hurt my girls, PLEASE."
Eric backed away, and looked at Bill.
"Her love for her family is strong, but how strong is it? Do you think your wife loves her family enough to sacrifice herself for them?"
Bill was trying to kick and scream, he was furious.
The ropes around his wrists were cutting in, and he knew he was bleeding, but he couldn't feel the pain, above the rage and fear.
Jan spoke to Eric. "I beg you, please, don't make us go through this. We won't do anything to you."
Eric laughed again, and walked over to Jans side of the bed.
"You're wrong. You will beg, alright, and you will do something to me. What is your name, by the way?"
Jan told him her name softly, so softly that he repeated the question.
"Jan, my name is Jan."
He held the gun to her head.
"I could kill you, kill you all, and it would be just as easy to leave in three or four days, and leave your bodies here to rot, or we could work out a deal, and you will all live, the choice is yours, Jan."
He tormented her, pointing the gun at her husband, and her daughters, and then placing it back against her head.
Jan broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrolably.
"Please, let us live, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt us."
Eric smiled broadly, knowing that the groundwork had just been laid to start his fun.
He turned, walked around the bed, and opened the door, inviting everyone into the bedroom.
One by one they filtered in.

Jan looked around to see six of them, five men, including Eric, and one woman.
Karen stayed at the door, not really entering the room, but close enough that Eric knew she was there.
They were all silent, waiting for Eric to speak.
"we have just made a deal here.
Jan has agreed to do anything we want, so we don't hurt her family."
Laughter filled the room.
Bill was kicking his feet, trying desperately to get free, knowing what was about to happen.
Jans crying was harder now, herself knowing what she had just agreed to.
Eric sat by Jans side, and held her chin in his hand, looking with raging eyes, into hers.
"You have several things to think about now, Jan. You have just taken your families life into your own hands. Do you understand that?"
Jan nodded, unable to speak from the pinching of his fingers against her cheeks.
"With that in mind Jan, do you think we could untie you, and trust that you will be good?"
Again, Jan nodded her head up and down as best she could.
"Jimbo, untie the bitch." Eric commanded, and one of his friends walked over to untie her.
Jimbo finished, and let her go.
Jan reached a hand over to touch Bill, wanting so desperately to fall on top of him to feel safe again, in his arms, but the reality was, his arms couldn't hold her now anyway.
Eric grabbed her hand away quickly.
"You wont be touching him like that again, Jan. You won't need to."
Eric stood her up, and slowly reached for her robe, expecting some resistance, and ready to remind her of her responsibility.
He took it off her shoulders, and let it fall from her arms, onto the floor.
Jans nightgown was wrinkled, and was barely covering her thighs, and in the back, where the robe had rubbed against it, it was sticking from the static, gripping her ass."Jimbo, she's not too bad, is she?" Eric asked.
Jimbo agreed with his friend.
"Jan, let us see what you have under that little gown of yours. Take it off."
Eric watched intently, waiting for her to give in to his order, knowing that if she did, there would be no stopping his orders from that point on.
Jan was trembling, looking at her family, as she was taking her clothes off in front of a group of strangers, with them there to watch.
Bill closed his tear filled eyes, not wanting to watch what was happening, and Eric told one of the men to hold his head facing the show that his wife was about to put on.
"What's the matter, haven't you seen your wife naked with the lights on before?"
He laughed at his own question, and looked back over at Jan.
"WELL? Are you going to do what I said, or do we just end this right here?"

Jan pushed the straps down, and let the gown fall from her body, and felt it fall in a ball around her feet.
She stood naked before them all, her husband, her two young daughters, and the six strangers.
She was crying still, and trying to cover herself up with her arms, but Eric grabbed them and shoved them aside.
"Jan, you are even better than I thought you'd be.
This might be interesting."
Eric took off his leather jacket, and tossed it on top of Bill, sort of antagonizing him even further.
"Jan, you're a very lucky woman. You're going to be lucky enough to taste something that hasn't been tasted in days, isn't that right Karen?"
Karen just laughed, and nodded her head.
"Why don't you do the honors and unzip my pants, Jan? Get down on your knees and take it out, come to Daddy."
He laughed at his sense of humor, in a way so obscure considering the setting.
Jan nervously dropped to her knees, and reached her hands slowly to his pants.
She felt the grease on them, not unlike the grease she had Noticed on Kyles pants, the man who came to get Deb, the stranded motorist from earlier that morning.
A thought ran through her head. Were Deb and Kyle somehow in on this?
Did they set the whole car routine up to scout out their house?
She was furious at the thought of how she helped them, and how she was nice to them, now thinking that they could be involved in this.

"Get busy, bitch!" Eric yelled at Jan, bringing her out of her daze.
Jans vision blurred from her tears, she found his zipper and pulled it down.
Bills head was still being held, facing his wife.
The girls were watching intently, stunned, not able to take their eyes off their mother.
"You're good with zippers, are you used to this? Do you take your husbands zipper down like this all the time, Jan?"
He was tormenting her, wanting her to appear to be a slut in front of her family.
"Now reach in and take out my cock, and remember, your actions may decide your families fate, so don't get cute."
Jan reached in, and with her left hand, found his growing cock inside his jeans, and noticed that there was no underwear to hinder her grip.
"Take it out and suck it Jan, Suck my cock, slut."
Jan hated those words, and hated mostly that they were being directed to her.
She closed her eyes, and withdrew Erics cock.
He reached down and forced her mouth open with his thumb, and pushed his cock toward her.
"Suck it, bitch, now." Jan looked straight at his cock now, not wanting to look into her husbands eyes, or even look at her daughters at all.
She lowered her head slowly, and without having to be told again, she took his cock into her mouth.
Eric pushed again, sinking more of his cock into her.
The others in the room were making comments about how she went right to it, and that she must be a real slut, because she sure can suck cock.

Jan had all of his cock in her mouth, and she gagged, both from his cock hitting her throat, and from the sweaty smell coming from his crotch.
Eric had a firm grasp of her curly hair, holding it as he pistoned his cock into her mouth madly.
He looked over at Bill, and saw his eyes were closed, and he decided to tell him what was happening so he wouldn't miss out.
"She's pretty good at this Buddy, I'll bet you loved when she used to do this for you, didn't you?
She's got my whole cock in her mouth, and she's sucking it like it's the first cock she's had for weeks. Haven't you been giving her any?"
Jans mouth was open wide, and she wasn't moving her head at all.
Eric was fucking her mouth, and his balls were slapping her chin with each inward thrust.
"Yea baby, just like that. That's it, suck it."
His thrusts were getting faster and deeper now, and he felt the cum boiling in his balls.
The thoughts he was having about using Jan for a few days, and the things he would have her do were too much for him, and he felt the cum pour out of his balls, and shoot from his cock.
"She's swallowing my cum, Oh God, yes, slut, take it all."
Bills eyes watered more, and the girls just sat quietly, watching their mothers mouth getting raped by this terrorist.
Jan choked on the cum that was filling her mouth, but did as she was told, and swallowed.
The cum filled her mouth faster than she was able to swallow, and some dripped down her chin as Erics cock withdrew.
Eric took his cock in his hand, and slapped Jans face with it, leaving a few drops of his cum on her cheek.
"You're a good slut, sucking my cock like that proudly, for your family to see.
That's a motherly thing to do, to teach your daughters how to suck cock like that.
You are my slut, aren't you?"
He looked down at Jan, and leered at her, with eyes filled with fire, in a way to remind Jan of her families fate if she didn't submit.
"No, never." was all she could say, before Erics hand grabbed her face again, slipping around her cheek from his cum.
He squeezed it hard, and looked into her eyes, his other hand reaching for his gun that he had left on the nightstand by him.
"I think you should reconsider your answer Jan, are you my slut?"

Jan lowered her eyes, and answered. "Yes. Yes, I am your slut."
Eric smiled, knowing he had broken her.
"Come with me, slut. You will be kept out here with us, we might need some entertainment later."
He grabbed her arm, and led her from the bedroom naked, leaving Bill, Becca, and Krissy there still tied up, and in shock.
They laid quiet, alone with their thoughts, and the vision of their wife, and mother sucking Erics cock, and swallowing his cum still fresh in their minds. The bedroom door shut as the last of the gang walked out.

end chapter 3

Chapter 4

Jan was brought out to the living room, and ordered to sit in the middle of the room, on the floor.
She sat quietly, not because she wanted to, but because she felt sick to her stomache, having just swallowed Erics cum.
It disgusted her to think about what she had just done, and she only hoped that her family could forgive her, and understand that she didn't do it because she wanted to, but she did it to save their lives.
Jan was typically a shy woman, so, sitting naked in front of a group of strangers was torture in itself.
She felt the stares from the group, and was trying desperately to ignore them.

Eric looked over at Karen and told her to see what she could find to feed the group, and told one of the men, Sly, a wirey looking black man, to feed the "sluts family" when she had some food prepared.
Those words stung Jan, being referred to as a slut. Karen asked if she could take Jan with her to get her help finding things.
Eric, too interested in flipping through the channels on the television to care, told Karen to take her, knowing that there were no exits from the kitchen.
Eric glared into Jans eyes as she was standing up, and he stood up himself.
He walked to Jan, who was now standing, and pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to go back to the floor. Eric told her, "You forgot to ask my permission to stand, and to leave the the room. Don't forget that again. Now, ask!"
Jan gave him a puzzled look.
"You just told her she could...", Jan started to say, but was interrupted by Erics hand slapping her.
The force of the slap against her face threw her back against the couch, and back to the floor.
Jan started to cry, her face numb and red. Eric added, "We can do this my way, or your way, but my way will cause you less pain.
You will do as I say, when I say. Is that understood?"
Jan felt the last bit of dignity leave her then, knowing that her every action had to be approved, and that she was to obey his every order, or her family would suffer.
"Yes, I understand," Jan struggled to utter the words he wanted to hear, "May I go to the kitchen to help Karen with the lunch?"
Eric stepped closer to her, grabbing her right breasts in his hand, and squeezing it lightly.
"Yes, you may, after you tell me what you are." Eric hinted with a smile.
The tear rolled down her cheek, and hit her lips as they opened to tell Eric, "I am your slut."
Eric released the hold on her breast, and she sighed in relief.
Jan turned, and followed Karen to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Karen took Jan by the shoulder, and spun her around, facing her.
"He's not joking, you know. He will hurt you, and your family.
Just play along with his game for a few days, and you may live.
But if you don't, you will die. He's not afraid to kill.
You may as well make the best of it, and enjoy."
Karen turned toward the refrigerator, and Jan headed to the cupboards.
Together they made a meal for all ten.

Before they returned to the living room, Jan thanked her for being nice enough to treat her with some respect.
Karen gave her a wink, and they called Sly in, to get the food for Bill, and the girls.
Jan resumed her position on the floor, trying hard to force a couple bites of food down, to keep herself going, though part of her didn't want to continue.
Everyone finished eating, and relaxed while watching TV, and laughing.

One of the men asked Eric if a show came with the meal, and they all laughed. Eric grinned, and said, "That's a great idea, I think our slut would like to perform for us now."
He disappeared from the room for a few minutes, and returned with his hands full.
He threw several items on the floor near Jan, and told her to make herself cum.
Jan was sick.
She looked down at the things on the floor near her, and was shocked by the thought that he wanted her to put these things in her pussy, and make herself cum with them.
"Now, slut. show us how your pussy likes to be filled."
He sat back laughing, and the rest of the group sat quietly in anticipation.
Jan reached for the first item, a candle, and slowly put it against her pussy, leaning back so she could reach better without having to rest on her arms.
The candle slid up and down her outer lips, and Jans eyes were closed as it went through them, inside her pussy.
Jan pushed it in further, coating it with her juices that, embarassingly, were flowing.
The candle was pushed in and out faster, and her breathing quickened with each thrust.

Any resistance Jan had before this point was lost now, in the wetness of her pussy.
She was rubbing the candle against her clit when Eric told her to move on to the next item.
Jan removed the candle, and reached into the pile again, this time picking out a flashlight.
Jan put it against her pussy, and the cold metal soon heated up from her heated pussy.
She worked it against her slit to get it wet, and then plunged it inside.
Her pussy gripped it tightly, and seemed to be pulling it inside.
She heard a few of the men cheering her on as she fucked herself with the flashlight, but she didn't care anymore.
She was not going to be able to get away from them, and Karens advice, to enjoy, was ringing in her ear.
She discarded the flashlight, and moved on to a carrot, forcing it into her pussy next, taking it all the way inside with ease.
When she withdrew the carrot, she heard Erics voice, ordering her to put the carrot into her ass next.
She rubbed it against her ass, wetting her hole with the juices dripping from it.
She pushed, and slowly, it went sliding easily into her ass.
Her eyes were shut, and her mouth hung open.
She reached into the pile again, this time pulling a banana from the pile.

She put the unpeeled fruit against her pussy, and pounded it in.
She was fucking herself hard, so hard that the banana, and the peel, gave way under the pressure, and split.
The banana turned to mush as it seeped through the split peel, and Jans attempts to fuck herself with it were futile.
She abandoned it, and grabbed the empty beer bottle from the table near her, and pushed it inside with one slippery stroke.
The banana was all over the inside of her thighs, and squishing into the bottle opening as she pushed it in and out, fucking herself wildly with it.
She was moaning loudly, totally lost in her need to cum.
The bottle fit into her completely, and Jan had to grip the base with her fingertips to keep herself from losing it inside her overheated cunt.
Jan felt the carrot rubbing the bottle through the thin layer of skin between the two.
Jan continued fucking herself harder and faster, with a variety of different things, including a vase, a spray can of cooking spray, and finally cumming as the cucumber slammed into her.
Jan came so hard that she spasmed, writhing in pleasure on the floor for what seemed like hours to her, until she was conscious enough to sit back up.
She had removed the cucumber, and the carrot, and placed them in the pile on the floor, of all the things she had just used to pleasure herself in front of the group of strangers.
Jan was now feeling several mixed emotions, rage, sadness, hate, lust, and pity, the pity being for her husband, who had been the only man to see her, or touch her in years, until now.

Eric applauded. He walked over to Jan, stepping over the pile of toys on the floor, and sat next to Jan on the floor.
"You did good, slut. We enjoyed that, but I think some of us enjoyed it a bit too much."
He looked over at the other men in the room, and interrupted two of them as they rubbed their cocks through their pants.
"You put on one hell of a show there, Jan. I think that since it's your fault that everyone's so excited, that you ought to help them out, don't you?"

Jan raised up to her knees, feeling the squished banana starting to dry on her skin.
She looked up to Eric, and asked, "How do you want me to please you?"
Eric saw the fear in her eyes, but this time, he saw something else, too.
He saw the glazed look of passion and lust in her eyes.
He knew she had just had a powerful orgasm, but he also sensed that she was looking forward to her next order.
Eric replied, "I want you to please everyone, not just me.
I want you to suck each of them, and make them all cum. Get busy, slut!"
There were those words again.
She remembered hearing them just before she was forced to suck Eric in the bedroom, and now, she heard them again.
She lowered herself to her hands and knees, crawling over to Tony, and as she crawled, the sound of zippers being lowered filled the room.

end chapter 4

Chapter 5

Jan made her way over to Tony, and found his cock already out.
She reached her hand out, and took hold of it, feeling it pulse at her first touch.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, actually about to suck off five strange men.
The thought of it repulsed Jan, having never even entertained the thought of a threesome before, but her orgasm was still echoing deep within her, and it was her driving force at that moment.
She felt his hand on the back of her head pulling her down, and she took the whole length of his cock into her mouth, and she gagged as it hit her throat.
She pulled back a little, to get her breath again, and was soon pulled back down on it.
Jan worked her hand furiously, knowing that she was bound to do it anyway, so she reasoned that she may as well get through it quickly.
As her hand pumped Tonys cock, her tongue glided along the underside of it.
It was only a matter of minutes until Tony shot his cum with force, into Jans mouth.
Jan worked at it harder, until Tonys cock popped out of her mouth, and she had swallowed the last of his cum.

Jan walked on her knees over to Jimbo, who had his cock in his hand, rubbing it.
As she took it in her hand, she saw precum ooze out the tip, and drip down to her hand.
Jimbos cock was by far the biggest she could see in the room, and she wasn't sure how she was going to accommodate him in her mouth.
"Do you think you can handle that, little lady?" Jimbo teased her.
"Take it, c'mon baby, suck it." Jan lowered her head, and stuck out her tongue, flicking it across the pearly drop of his precum clinging to the head of his cock
. Jimbo was staring down at her, as if she was moving in slow motion.
He saw her tongue stretch that drop of precum, and saw the light glisten in its silken strand that stretched from her tongue to his cock.
Jimbos eyes rolled back when Jans mouth sunk down, enveloping his cock, taking the head all the way to her throat entrance.
Jans urge to gag again was strong, but she was getting used to it now, and she pressed her head down harder.
Jan felt his balls against her chin, and knew she had taken it all.
Jimbo began a rocking motion in his seat, pushing up to fuck her mouth.
It was a struggle, but she was taking it all, as it pushed in, and then pulled out of her mouth.
"Yea, that's it bitch, yea...just like that." Jimbo almost stuttered as he tried to encourage her.
Her tongue was dancing across the head, and down to the veins underneath the head, and down the shaft.
Loud slurping noises could be heard across the room, and Jan was being applauded by the rest of the group.
She heard Eric yelling to her husband that she was a "good little cocksucker", and it brought back to mind the reality of the situation.
Jan pumped his large shaft as her lips sucked tightly on his cock, swallowing small spurts of precum, until she felt Jimbo tense up.
She reached her left hand down and cupped his balls in it, gently massaging them, and felt his hot cum explode into her mouth.
Jan gagged as his cum splashed into her throat, and as hard as she tried to swallow, some still escaped along the side of his cock, and down her chin.
Jan withdrew her mouth, and as she was moving away, Jimbo reached over to her, scooping his cum off of her chin with a finger, and fed it to her.
Jan was truly earning her title that Eric gave her.

Jan moved toward the center of the room, where Sly and Frank were standing.
Frank was a tall, slender man, probably the cleanest of the bunch.
His hair was tied back with a bandana, and his clothes just appeared to be in better condition. She was pulled closer by her hair until she was on her knees between the two men.
They both had their cocks out, and Jan raised her hands up, grabbing both of them firmly.
She lowered her head to Franks cock first, sucking it into her mouth completely.
She was sucking him hard, bobbing her head up and down on his cock like a hungry whore.
She had him close to cumming when she felt Sly pull her head to him.
"I have some real meat for you honey." he said as he positioned her head over his cock.
Jan had never been attracted to black men, and this was not anything she had ever considered doing, but it was clear to her, it wasn't anything she was in the position to consider now.
She lowered her open mouth to his cock, and sucked it inside. Jan swallowed all of it, taking it to her throat before pulling it almost all the way out, licking it as she went.
Jan was conscious of her other hand, still holding Franks cock, and felt him pulsating.
She switched off between the two cocks, sucking one, and then the other, until they were both ready to cum.
Frank grabbed Jans head, and positioned it between them, and Jan closed her eyes, and jerked both of their cocks harder, with the sound of her saliva coating each jerk of her hand.
It wasn't long before both men came, groaning loudly as gobs of sticky white cum shot onto her face, covering her eyelids, her cheeks, and her hair.
The men laughed as Jan released their cocks, and stood there watching their cum drip from her, forming a river down to her breasts. Jan reached up and wiped the cum from her face, and wiped it onto her hips from her hands.

Jan moved over to Eric, knowing that he would want his turn with her. Eric stopped her as she crawled, "Whoa there slut.
Where do you think you're going? I told you I wanted you to please everyone here.
You passed Karen right by, you rude bitch!"
Jan was shocked.
Surely he didn't mean that he wanted her to please Karen, too.
Jan had never touched another woman, and was sickened by the thought.
She was never even tempted to try, though the opportunity had presented itself while she was in school.
One of her friends admitted to Jan that she had fantasies of being with another woman, but Jan changed the subject before anything could have happened.
But now, there was no chance of changing the subject.
Jan spoke, "Please, no. Don't make me do that. I can't!"
Eric led her over to where Karen was stretched out in an armchair, and pushed her closer.
He then slapped Karens legs, telling her to relax and enjoy.
Karen stood up squeamishly, and Eric ordered Jan to take off Karens pants for her.
Jan was crying, pleading again to Eric to not make her do it. Eric shouted this time.
"TAKE OFF HER PANTS. SLUT!"
Jan reached over and unzipped then, and unsnapped them.
They fell loosely to the floor with Jans help, leaving Karen standing there in a pair of lavender silk panties.
The guys in the room had settled back into their seats to enjoy the show again, watching Jan undressing Karen for them to see. Eric told Karen to sit down and to slide her ass to the edge of the chair, to "give the slut better access."
Karen did as she was told, and Jan crawled between her legs, reaching for the waistband of her panties, and tugged them down, lifting Karens ass off the chair to slide them off.
Karen slid her left leg out, and then her right, leaving her legs spread wide open. Jans head was only about ten inches from Karens pussy, and she left it there, staring at her.
Jan had never been this close to a pussy, and could never really inspected one before, and it was so new to her.
She had seen her daughters when they were younger, of course, but she had never looked into a gaping mature pussy as she was now.
She could see the labia pouting, allowing her to see inside a little, and she could see the tip of Karens clitoris visible already from the hood.
Jan also noticed the smell of Karens pussy, and as wet as it looked, it was no wonder that she smelled hot.
Jan saw some white milky juices forming along her slit, and stuck to a few hairs at the bottom of her slit.

Jan awoke from a daze, still staring into Karens pussy, and heard Karens voice calling to her, "Jan baby, do you like what you see?
Why don't you taste me, and see if I taste as good as you think I look?"
Jan couldn't believe what she heard.
Was it obvious that she was turned on by Karens pussy?
Jans face got hot, and she knew she had to be blushing. But it was true, she did think her pussy was beautiful.
Jan lowered her face, resting her chin against Karens ass, and planted her tongue along the bottom of her lips.
Jan raised her tongue, gently parting Karens lips as she went up the length. Karen sighed deeply at the first touch of Jans tongue.
Jan dove her tongue further inside, tasting the juices she had been studying just moments ago.
The taste didn't appear to be turning Jan off, in fact, she appeared to be enjoying them, quickening her tongue as she continued.
Her tongue went inside deeper, and deeper still, until Jans mouth was flush against her pussy.
Jans tongue snaked its way into her vagina, teasing Karen, and making her ass squirm on the chair.

Jan licked harder, darting her tongue in and out of Karens wet cunt.
"God, that feels so good Jan honey, mmmmm." Karen was moaning, still writhing on the chair, pushing her pussy hard against Jans sucking mouth.
Jan pulled her tongue out, and with lightning fast licks, found her clit, licking it as fast as she could.
Jan then sucked Karens clit into her mouth, and Karen hissed in pleasure, reaching down and pulling Jans head closer.
Jan was eating her first pussy, and loving it, but not as much as Karen was loving having her eat it.
Karen was begging her, "Please baby, yes. Lick me, yes. Lick me!"
Jan didn't need the encouragement though, and continued sucking on Karens clit.

Jan was so involved with sucking Karens cunt, that she hardly even noticed Eric behind her, until she felt his cock pushing its way between her ass cheeks.
She raised her head from Karens pussy long enough to look behind her and see Eric kneeling behind her, lunging forward.
Jan felt his cock splitting her pussy apart as she lowered her head again into Karens pussy.
Jan was being fucked from behind, and it occured to her, that though she had been forced to suck their cocks, and masturbate for them, that that was the first cock that she has had in years besides Bills.
At that point though, all Jan could concentrate on was the excitement she was feeling from Karens cunt.
Karen was again pulling her head in closer, rubbing her cunt against Jans face.
Jan had all she could do to keep up with her pace with her tongue, licking and sucking her juices as they poured out.
Eric was pounding into her hard, slamming his cock into her deeper with each thrust.
Jan was rocking back and forth, trying to suck harder on the hot cunt in front of her, but being pulled away with Erics backstrokes.
Jan stuck her tongue straight out, and as she was being rocked, her tongue stabbed in and out of Karen, rubbing against her clit with each stroke.
Karen was holding tight to Jans hair, riding her face, and with her fists clenched in Jans hair, screamed out as the first wave of her orgasm shook her.

Jan was trying desperately to drink Karens juices as they seeped out against her tongue.
Eric was still pounding hard into Jans pussy, pulling Jan back hard onto his cock, making her know that she was being fucked.
Jan was screaming now, a muffle scream with her face pushing into Karens crotch and being pulled away.
Karen came again on Jans tongue, and Jan felt Erics cum shooting into her, and that put her over the edge.
Jan came hard, having a throttling orgasm of her own.
They stayed in their positions for a minute, until the spasms of pleasure stopped, and one by one, fell away from each other.
Eric looked over at Karen and asked, "Did you enjoy that, hon?"
Karen gave him an exhausted look, and shook her head, "Yes, God yes!"
Eric looked down at Jan and told her that she appeared to have done as ordered, and pleased everyone in the room, including herself.

Karen covered up, as the men already had, and walked to the bathroom.
Jan asked if she was allowed to go to the bathroom, too.
Eric gave her permission to go with Karen, and as they walked off together, he yelled, "You girls be good now, ya hear?" and chuckled.
The other men laughed too, and settled in with their cigarettes lit, to watch some more TV.
Eric was studying a map, though, starting to plan their trip out of town.

end chapter 5

Monday, August 14, 2006

The Vicar's Wife

by Clark Hanson

This letter (its longevity I apologise for in advance) is by way of releasing my pent up joy by telling the world of the realisation of my own sexuality.
When you realise that I am the wife of a country vicar and the daughter of another, you will understand the reason for my anonymity by changing the names of the people I love.

I was brought up by archetypal church parents, I always had to set an example to my peers.
My mother was the backbone of the family and whatever she said was done by father, my older brother or myself.
I was allowed no self expression at all such that a promising career in music was thwarted in order that I would make a good marriage.

James, my husband of ten uneventful (frustrating) years was from similar origins and has been incapable of developing our relationship, Although James seemed to enjoy sex as I did as far as it went with him, he was not able to bring me to the earth shattering conclusions I was reading about in women's magazines.

The house next door to the vicarage had been for sale for some time.
The new owners were a good looking couple who had moved out of London to retire although they were not that old, he handsomely tall and greying in his early fifties, she blonde similar in build to me and in her mid forties. Gareth and Ann became good friends, even though they were not church goers.

Ann and I spent time nearly every day drinking coffee and talking.
Given her gregarious nature we inevitably got round to the subject of sex.
Once she had become aware of my problem she lent me some sex magazines to help me perhaps "find myself"; the only proviso being that I kept an open mind about what I would read.

What a mind opener!
It was a whole new world and language to me.
Reading such material initiated the uncovering of my repressed libido.
It started with me starting to explore my body, finding my erogenous zones.
The readers letters inducing fantasies as I improved my technique.
Even with my own hands, I was now able to initiate orgasms the like of which James had never induced.

This new awareness of my sexuality left me dissatisfied with my appearance, I was a five foot ten size 16 with a 38C bust.
I had long straight auburn hair that had hitherto been, publicly at least been kept in a schoolmarmish bun, I started using a french pleat.
My clothes were all frumpish with no shape at all, nobody could discern what I felt at 35 was a reasonable figure.
We didn't have much money but one thing of use that mother taught me was sewing.
I started to gradually alter my better dresses; a little cleavage here, a tighter fit there and the odd slit to flash a thigh.
The changes were so subtle and gradual that nobody but Ann seemed to notice at first.

What I did invest in was new underwear.
What I had was about as erotic as a cold bath, all white and covering acres of flesh.
I discovered the erotic feel of silk against my skin and the freedom of unfettered tits, camisoles, french knickers and stockings.
Although I now preferred to go without a bra, I keep a couple for appearances (before James) sake.
You would be amazed at the number of James' services I've attended in just lace topped hold-ups under a dress or blouse and suit.
What amazes me is the exciting charge I've got out of it.

So, we have a reasonably good looking 35 year old woman straining at the leash for a more satisfying sex life whose husband, although he liked my new underwear is still about exciting in bed as an Enid Blyton book.
The lady, like ripe forbidden fruit was ready for picking and when I was picked, did I enjoy being eaten (pun intended).

Ann and I arranged a supper evening at their place for a night when James was conveniently away at a diocesan meeting and so I was able to get ready at my leisure taking a long hot bath, washing my hair and putting it up in the french pleat.
I slipped my long legs into white lace topped hold-ups, white french knickers and slipped my feet into my new four inch heel black patent sandals.
Over this I wore one of my modified creations, a short sleeved dark green dress with deep vees plunging to my waist in the back and to just under my boobs in front, the flared skirt hemmed about two inches above my knees.

Throughout the evening I was aware of Gareth's eyes constantly on me, particularly my boobs.
At first it was a little disconcerting especially with Ann there, however she seemed to encourage him by asking his opinion about my turn-out and so I relaxed a little and began to find his attention flattering.
After supper we sat in the lounge and continued talking and drinking wine, eventually Ann manoeuvred the conversation to our favourite subject and told Gareth about my dilemma.

I tried to cover my embarrassment as best I could but not before I'd shot Ann an angry glance.
Gareth put me at my ease telling me that he would of course treat what he'd heard as a confidence but James must be a block of ice if he couldn't respond to me.
I said I didn't have a problem lighting the fire, just getting a hot enough flame which made Gareth laugh.
I said I felt the problem was his and until he recognised that, there was little I could do beyond what I'd already tried. Gareth agreed.

Gareth went on about how lucky he and Ann felt with each other, they both had "affairs" now and then, but sharing their experiences added spice to their own relationship.
Ann added that they had even shared lovers, the significance of which went over my head till later.
They stared to relate some of their experiences which, with the help of the wine only served to get me feeling increasingly randy.
This was intensified as their language started to include the words I'd only read and said to myself in private, fuck, cunt, cock, tits, and arse.

I had started to squirm in my seat, glad I had put panties on as the secretions from my "cunt" were soaking through them instead of my dress.
They were aware of my heightened state of arousal as they both came and sat either side of me.
"Now look Mary", Ann had said "you are as randy as we are. You are ready to be fucked so why don't you allow my man to seduce you"

I turned to Gareth shocked by her offer intending to tell him no but as my mouth opened to speak his descended on it in a searing kiss, his tongue chasing mine as I tried vainly to avoid the contact.
My resistance ebbed alarmingly quickly as years of enforced propriety evaporated in the heat of that first kiss.
I groaned into his mouth as I lifted an arm to hold him to me not wanting to break the spell, my own tongue taking the imitative in his mouth.

He started to stand pulling me up as he did so, both my arms now around his neck clinging to him the kiss never breaking.
I was vaguely aware of Ann behind me, I could hear the rustle of clothing.
Gareth's hands roamed over my bare back and down to my bottom, his finding the fastening to my dress triggering a tremor of indecision.
He sensed it and started to caress my bum cheeks through the dress, increasing the intensity of the kiss even further.

It worked, because as we broke the kiss and I stepped away from him, flushed from the illicit excitement of my behaviour, my dress fell away from me to the floor.
Ann, now naked had undone it as we kissed.
She took hold of me and turned me to her and before I could stop her she wrapped her arms around me and as our breasts came together brought her mouth to mine.
In spite of my shock at this turn of events which nearly brought me back to reality, the kiss seemed the most natural thing and I found myself ardently responding; my hands stroking the smooth silky skin on her back and bum.

Gareth divested himself of his clothes and moved behind me his semi erect penis hot through the silk of my panties in the cleft of my bottom, the feel of it growing against my back a totally new experience.
Ann broke away and immediately his hands came round to cup my breasts, Ann's head went down to one of my proffered nipples and her lips closed round it.
The intense pleasure induced by this act drew an audible groan from me.
I made a last half-hearted attempt to control the situation.

"You two are wicked, we shouldn't be doing this".
Ann's lips attacked my other nipple drawing another groan as Gareth's fingers massaged the one she had left.

Gareth whispered in my ear, "If you want us to stop we will and you can go or stay and watch me fuck Ann's beautiful hot cunt.
But I know you're longing to have a cock, my cock sliding into your twat.
Admit it Mary, you're dying to be fucked".

As he spoke Ann dropped to her knees and slid my panties down my legs, my stepping out of them and kicking them away gave him his answer.

Ann's hands came up to the bare area at the back of my thighs and looking me straight in the eye pulled me towards her till I felt her tongue slip between my cunt lips and made contact with my clitoris.
I moved my legs apart to give more room but the feeling of have somebody's mouth down there for the first time was earth shattering, if Gareth had not been behind me, supporting me I would have collapsed in a heap.
He asked Ann how she found my cunt, "hot, wet and delicious" came the reply between laps, her lips glistening with my juice.

Gareth also knelt behind me his tongue dancing down my spine as he descended till he reached the small of my back.
His hands came round to hold the front of my thighs as Ann's moved up to my buttocks and pulled them apart to allow his tongue free rein.
As his tongue descended into the valley, the first contact with my anus triggered my first orgasm; I gripped Ann's shoulders and screamed with released joy.

His tongue circled it then, without warning thrust inside. "Please do something" I cried, "I can't stand this much more. I need - I need", the words wouldn't come out.

Ann withdrew and looked up at me, "what do you need?" I knew her question was meant to goad me.

The dam finally burst, "I want your husband to fuck me, I need a hard cock in my cunt."

She took my hands, "then kneel down".
Gareth stopped his ministrations and as she pulled my hands down to the floor leaving my nether regions open to him she told him to fuck me.

He ran the dome of his cockhead up and down my open cunt, dwelling on my clitoris to intensify the feeling then he pushed himself into me in one slow deliberate stroke till I felt his hairy abdomen against my bum.
I was speechless, my mouth hung open in shock.
With his cock all the way home, he waited and held it there till I spoke, "oh hell, that is wonderful, please don't wait, do it, fuck me".

He started a slow fuck action drawing a grunt from me as his pelvis contacted my rear.
Ann had placed my hands on either side of her hips so that she was led under me, her cunt which I noticed was devoid of hair and which she was now busy fingering was directly below my face.
"Isn't that nice" she asked grinning at their success "isn't it delicious to have a new cock where only James has been?"

"Oh Ann, it's deliciously wicked", I replied.
"I may regret this tomorrow but right now all I want is for your Gareth not to stop".

Ann started to thrutch her hips as her fingering and watching us was obviously having an effect.
Her musky scent adding to the pervading sexy atmosphere.
She started to spread her legs, I had to move my hands to allow her.
Why I don't know but I dropped to my elbows and without thinking about it, kissed the inside of Ann's thigh.
She removed her hands placing one behind my head, pressing gently urging me toward her cunt, "Please Mary, Suck my cunt" she begged.
I was so drunk on the illicit excitement of my adultery that I didn't think twice and my mouth descended on her exposed clitoris.
Now it was her turn to groan.

"Oh Garry, she's a natural", her compliment thrilling me and encouraging me on.
Gareth had by now increased his speed and every thrust pushed me into Ann's sweet tasting cunt, I made a mental note to try this again.
I wrapped my hands around her thighs so that I could finger her as well. "Mary you're fantastic", she enthused "you've done this before" (I hadn't).

By now Garry was going at a fair lick and I could feel the onset of my own climax.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come" I started to wail between licks, "Oh yes, the first time I've been fucked to a come. A-a-a-h-h-h" my orgasm was upon me.
I was so intent on my own feelings that I was unaware that they too had also climaxed.

I slipped forward off Garry's pleasure pole to lie on my tummy as I came down from cloud nine, I turned my head to see Garry's cock being thoroughly cleaned by Ann's tongue and turned round to join her in finishing the job.
"You get him hard again for me, suck his cock". she instructed and so again another first as my mouth opened and took in his deflating manhood.
She moved down to my dripping vagina, prized my legs apart and vacuumed the "cock"-tail of our juices from me.
Eventually his manhood regained it's pride and I was content to observe their leisurely screw.

As you probably suspect I had no regrets about that night and have gone on to thoroughly enjoy their company being regularly screwed by them together or individually; Ann introduced me to her double dildo, so that now and again I can enjoy being the meat in their sandwich.
I've had my hair cut shorter and slowly improved my wardrobe, Gareth says that there is nothing more erotic than a well dressed woman.

James has noticed and approves of the change in my demeanour, I am much more gregarious and "more fun to live with".
Gareth has advised me that I'll get nowhere trying to rush him into dumping his inhibitions, they'll have to be peeled from him one by one.
However I have noticed that he responds better if I covertly assume a dominant role (which I love) in our bed so under Gareth's tutelage, I'm slowly developing that side of his nature.

It was my birthday recently and because I enjoy being dominant with James, Ann and Gareth presented me with a new outfit to wear on "special" occasions once James has loosened up.
It consisted of a beautiful soft black leather basque and matching suspended almost hip length heeled boots.
The basque stops short of covering my boobs so that they remain deliciously free. Last week I wore it to church under the new suit I persuaded James to get me for my birthday.
I wore a black blouse and the suit had a mid calf length full skirt so the true nature of my "underwear" was not apparent.

Things are improving with James but the sensual nature of my dear neighbours is as a drug to me.
I shouldn't be the one to say this but until my own fruit fully matures, forbidden fruit tastes the sweeter.

Mary

Friday, August 11, 2006

Olympic Tail

by Dave

The Cessna 172 drifted lazily over the peaks of the Olympic Mountains.
Occasional updrafts would buffet the aircraft, but the aircraft was designed to play in this environment, and would gently bounce and sway only to return to its original course.
It had taken three years for Steve to pull the money together to finally purchase the aircraft, and every time it left the ground his heart would soar with his new found freedom.
His first few solo flights had been extremely conservative, but lately, he had taken a liking to skimming the crest of the various peaks, some still coated with permanent glaciers.
As the aircraft would climb away from each dive, he would roll the aircraft slightly to get a glimpse of the wilderness below him.
Although buffeted by rain and cold, the Olympics were a perfect playground for the adventurer - with parks, hiking trails, and many unexplored areas in which to play.
Rumours told of the Sasquatch, a furry oversized ape, that hid among the majestic firs in the region, but they were merely stories often told around campfires amidst wide-eyed youth.
The scientific communities merely scoffed at the thought of a Neanderthal wandering somewhere below; and Steve had agreed with them. Although he was a distinguished anthropologist, his philosophy had always been to "believe only when seen."

He rolled the aircraft for another pass over one of the snow-dusted peaks, when he heard the sickening sounds of the engine icing. He quickly flipped the heater switches in the cockpit, but before they could respond, the once graceful bird began a gradual, yet pronounced descent into the wilderness below.
Steve barely had time to position the nose into the wind as the belly came in contact with the first limbs from the towering firs. One of the wing supports caught on a larger trunk, and the aircraft spun unmercifully, throwing its startled pilot through the unlatched door before careening into another pine and disappearing into the needle-matted forest floor below.
The sounds of impact were sickening to Steve as he clung desperately to the first tree he had ever become intimate with.
His chest felt smashed by the impact, but he continued his bear hug the trunk to give his head time to clear, and plan his next move.
He looked down, through the branches and saw a figure looking at him - he couldn't be sure, but he thought it could be a woman.
He called out, but his voice cracked as the pain in his chest squeezed the wind from him.
Through his clouded vision he looked down again to see that his silent witness had vanished.

The bough supporting him suddenly snapped, sending him tail-first into the foliage below.
Mercifully, he landed on a gentle slope; saving his back, and rolling him into a decayed tree trunk. He just laid there, panting from the exertion of the fall.
After a few moments, he eased himself into a sitting position, and ran a body check - bruised ribs, a sprained ankle, and the shit scared out of him, but nothing broken.
He was extremely fortunate, and slumped back to regain his breath and thank his creator for the life he had.
When he felt a little stronger, he eased himself up, and gingerly limped a few paces over to a small uprooted tree, where he fashioned a walking stick using his trusty pocket-knife.
Knowing the elements could quickly put a man down, he gathered his slightly torn flight jacket around himself, and set out to gather some firewood and shelter.
He found shelter beneath a fallen tree.
It took most all the fluid in his lighter to start the matted fir needles, but gratefully, a tiny flame flickered and took hold, promising some warmth and security for the night ahead.
There was enough water gathered in pools nearby that he could use to quench his thirst. With mornings' light he vowed to head for the sounds of a river somewhere below - to follow it to what he hoped would be civilisation.
For tonight, he would rest; and with one final excursion to collect firewood, he returned to collapse by the warmth he had created.

Steve was unaffected by the sounds about him; he was too exhausted to even be scared.
As he drifted off into a fitful slumber, he was vaguely aware of the footfalls around him.
Slowly they lifted his form onto the hastily made stretcher, and moved swiftly through the night like invisible spirits. Knowing the forest better than their own bodies, they gracefully moved through the branches without the need for any light, fearful that it would betray their presence.
Fully unaware of his journey, Steve continued sleeping fitfully, unshaken by the female forms labouring to insure his safe passage. They brought him into the main cavern; a cave of roughly 2000 square foot, meticulously carved from rock complete with alcoves and a fire pit in the centre.
Tonight he would sleep here on a hastily made bed of pine boughs.
One by one, they trickled into the surrounding alcoves, murmuring to themselves in a subdued yet enthusiastic tones.
The campfire Steve had worked so hard to create was now a faint plume of smoke and embers, mercifully extinguished by the moisture from the nights encroaching mist. Except for the occasional rustle of one of the nocturnal creatures, the forest became a sleeping wilderness.

He awoke with a start; the stench compelled him to grasp his nose in disgust.
In front of him, a seven foot, hairy biped glared at him with dark eyes.
It had a raised forehead, high cheekbones, long fingers and the stance of a primate. Steve had encountered his first Sasquatch.
Still tender in his ribs, he slowly raised up onto his elbow for a closer look at the creature; who immediately bared its uneven teeth and growled in response. Resigned only to observe, Steve eased back down on the mat and studied the anatomical structure of the beast, making mental notes he hoped to someday publish.
After a brief calm, a stately yet decidedly feminine voice exclaimed:

"Kay ayunda Tonda; chaa!"

Startled, Steve turned towards the voice to find himself confronted by several stone-sharpened spear points aimed directly at his throat. The beast grumbled from deep within its throat, then shuffled away to disappear beyond the caves entrance; the flies buzzing around his enlarged genitals leaving with him.
He gulped and froze; furiously trying to analyse the words he just heard in an effort to speak to his captors.
His eyes met theirs, and his mouth dropped open. Covered with animal furs, probably bear skins, were some of the most beautiful female faces he had ever seen. Their complexions were white as snow, their wide eyes dark as night, and their high cheekbones and straight black hair had definitive Asian origins.
Their stance was as rigid as the fir that spun his aircraft about, and there was no hesitation in their movements. He could feel his excitement began to rise from within - this could be an, as yet, undiscovered tribe! Then from above, her voiced boomed again:

"Abooha, chaa!"

The girls took a few paces back, then dropped to their haunches using their spears to keep their bodies still and rigid.

"You are a human male?" The voiced questioned with authority.

"Yes, and I'm intrigued . . ."

"Silence!" The faceless voice barked, "You will respond only to our given commands, and you are not allowed to look us in the face. Insubordination will not be tolerated! Do you understand?"

Steve nodded, afraid to speak. But he moved his eyes to look in the direction of the voice without moving his head; and he saw her for the first time.
Unlike her subordinates, she was a flawless Nordic beauty, with fine golden hair, sterling blue eyes, and a pristine face and figure that were virtually flawless in every detail.
She stood from an outcropping overlooking the interior of the entire cave with the grace and poise of a true queen. Her eyes moved between Steve and her subjects, noting every movement while saying nothing. The front of her furs were slightly opened, revealing just the hint of the best-toned female form he had ever seen, much less imagined.
He slid to his knees, humbled by her beauty and composure; a fearful captive who hoped to someday learn her secrets.

"Ayunda impar, chaa." she commanded, then turned and disappeared.

Two warriors stepped forward, and grasped each of his arms, and a third pointed her spear to the small of his back as he was obliged to follow them.
A forth followed behind as they left the shelter of the cave and strolled to the nearby river. Once there, one of the warriors began to remove his clothing roughly, using a hunting knife she produced from beneath her furs. The air was cold against his bare skin, and the bruises from yesterdays brush with death were pronounced against his otherwise pale skin.
The fourth girl produced a scrub brush made of pine needles, and threw it to one of her companions, while maintaining a tight grip on the extra set of furs she was carrying.
The other warriors slipped the furs from their sleek shoulders, and guided him into a deep pool amidst the rushing water.
The river was barely above freezing, and Steve felt himself shivering uncontrollably as his captors removed the last of his clothing, and started scrubbing him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
When they reached his genitals, they paused, roughly pulling his testicular sack and penis with harsh downward motions, sending spasms of pain down his legs.
Then, using the scrub brush, the scrubbed every pore of his manhood several times over.
It was only the numbing cold of the water that kept him from collapsing from the sexual abuse he received. After completely scrubbing the remainder of his shivering body with firm, circular motions, they were satisfied that he was clean, and pulled his tortured body up onto the shore, where they threw the fur over his head, and set about washing themselves.

From his position on the shoreline, he could watch them. One of the warriors had remained to guard him - her spear at his throat, but the other three splashed into the freezing water, flinging their robes onto some of the overhanging tree limbs near the shore.
The splashed and played with a childlike innocence.
Their well-muscled bodies were beautiful; their skin was white and shiny, their breasts small and firm, their torsos slightly rounded with sensuous curves, their bottoms where tight and beautifully elliptical, and, as he studied their long sinewy legs that disappeared into the water, he knew he was witnessing the most sensual moment of his life.
They were goddesses unto themselves, and although he was battered and abused, he could feel the first stirrings of his arousal. The warriors began to play with one another, cuddling and stroking each other with genuine care and passion.
Soon two of his captives were on their knees, kissing and licking the velvety bush of the third, whose head was thrown back in passion.
As the muscles in her torso and thigh signalled her impending orgasm, her lovers stroked her with increased urgency, sending her into spasms as she forcefully held them to her quivering body.
As if a well scripted ballet, the three dancers changed position, renewing their erotic stimulation of one another. Their breasts heaved and bounced, partially buoyed by the freezing water, and by each other hands. Their nipples protruded sharply, reflecting their arousal, and the waters cool message. The lips of their womanhood were swollen and flushed pink; a dramatic contrast to the pale white skin of their tummies; their faces were contorted with pleasure, reflecting the stimulation that was shared so openly between them.

It was such an erotic picture, that Steve couldn't help but become aroused.
His erection formed an obvious bulge in the fur covering him and his hips began to move with a mind of their own when his captor noticed him.
She yelped in a shrill squeal towards the other members of her party.
They abandoned their reveries and leapt through the water with the grace of your deer. Seeing Steve's' arousal, they ripped off the fur and began stabbing at his genitals with the blunt end of their spears. He rolled over in agony, trying to protect his throbbing manhood, but they continued to jab at his anus and scrotum until he screamed.
This stopped the free-for-all; they quietly got dressed and half pulled, half-dragged his body back to the cave.
He was thrown to the floor in a demonstration of their repulsion.
They stood without moving, joined by some of their other warriors, gazing up to the outcropping where the queen soon appeared.

" Kay Atook, chaa!" she commanded, and two of the warriors lifted him on to their shoulders, and carried him to the back of the cave where a long flight of hand-carved stairs brought them to her lair.
She dismissed them with a graceful wave of her arm, and issued a few more commands to the women gathered below.
The crowd below her dispersed, returning to their previous duties while murmuring of the disturbance that had brought them to the cave. Some returned to their gardens, while others joined the already forming hunting party, others grabbed special u-shaped spears to snare some of the salmon so abundant up river, while still others split off to gather berries and firewood.
Only two remained within the cave, cleaning its myriad of perches and alcoves with pine boughs, before sweeping the floor.

"So, as any other man, you can't control yourself," she smirked as she looked as his trembling form at her feet. Isn't there just one of you that can respect a woman for her mind instead of her body?"

He looked up, being careful not to make eye contact with her, focusing instead on the portion of her furs where her breasts were hidden.
"No - were just animals, guided by our instincts," he replied softly, yet with conviction; as he tried to hide any symptoms of the pain he was experiencing.

"Good answer!" She retorted, and knelt down beside him to look into his face. "I demand honesty, and must admit that a stimulating conversation with a member of the opposite gender would be refreshing from time to time. Can you offer me that?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

He took the liberty to look into her beautiful eyes and responded; "That all depends on your conception of stimulating."

A smile graced her sultry lips, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. "Well, there may be hope for you after all Mr. Steve Marx!
I took the liberty of examining your wallet - you're not what one would call 'financially secure' are you? Seems to me that you should be organising expeditions rather than joy riding around my piece of sky!"

Steve was beside himself. First she could speak English intelligently.
Second, she was asking for his intellectual input, revealing both curiosity and acceptance.
And third, from his vantage point, he could see that she was even more beautiful than he had first imagined; the mounds on her chest and the curves of her hips and thighs were far more pronounced, and her olive skin was flawless.
"I knew you had my wallet," he offered; "Mind if I sit up, or is this subjugation game your only means of communicating with the opposite sex?"

"Ho, strike one for the intruder!" She clapped her hands with glee bringing the attention of the two girls below.
"You are my victim, and I am your captor - got it!" she exclaimed.

"Sure," he retorted, "Now, do you mind if I sit up?"

"Oh, go ahead," she feigned frustration. "Next thing you'll need is a drink, then a bed, than a woman, and who knows what after that!" The cynicism in her voice dripped like honey.

"A good meal!" He offered.

"Good answer! Get up off that floor; sit over here and keep me company.
But if you should forget whose kingdom this is, rest assured I have no qualms about sending you into the fire pit below face first!" Her face was aglow with anticipation as he eased himself into the chair made of tree limbs and padded with cushions filled with soft matting.

"Right; so who are you, how did you inherit this kingdom, and what in the hell was that primate standing over me when I awoke this morning," he asked, his eyes alight with curiosity.

"Wo, Wo, Wo, hang on a minute, Dr Livingston; I'm the queen and your the knave - you answer my questions and I might, and I emphasise might, respond to yours . . Got it?"

"No," he retorted; "If you want conversation, it's going to take two to play, and from where I sit, I only see one!"

Her silence unnerved him; and he feared that he may have just purchased a one way ticket to the fire pit.
She strolled over to the large bed, also fashioned in a like manner to the chair where he sat, and eased her languid frame on to its mattress.
Her lovely features became ever more apparent, and as part of her leg extended from beneath her furs, he caught a glimpse of her thigh and dainty little feet; she was as perfect as he could imagine the female of the human species could be.
He toes were small and slim, crowning her foot whose contour was a shoe-makers dream. Her exposed leg showed no signs of shaving although there wasn't a hair to me seen anywhere.
The muscles were well defined, smoothing her leg into perfect contours. He found himself entranced and fought to keep himself from staring.

"Alright, I'll give you that," she offered after much thought.
"I'm Nera; and I'm definitely not from this God-forsaken rain forest, but came here much in the same manner as yourself. My subjects were remnants from an ill-fated Korean airliner filled with young refugees.
I got rid of the boys to eliminate any authority conflicts, and have lived here, virtually undisturbed with my loyal subjects for years."
She shifted her form, exposing even more of her perfect legs - Cleopatra would have been jealous. "Tonda, or that primate, as you call him, is probably some reject from who knows where. He and his family live just over the hill, and for some unknown reason, watch over us like a misplaced guardian angels.
Now that we've finished our 'lets get acquainted' talk Romeo, why don't you come over here," she patted the bed beside her luscious frame; "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"
With a quick flourish, she opened her robes, and revealed her body to him. Her face was flawless; her neck long and languid, her shoulders smooth and silky, her breasts full and firm, her nipples tiny and teasing, her belly was blissfully smooth, and her legs were long and languid; her arms were perfectly contoured and her skin was shiny and gleamed with the healthy foods the forests had surrendered to her.
Her sex was barely covered by a wisp of light brown hair, and the fullness of her love lips revealed the passion that had built for so long. Her clitoris was a bright red bud, trembling with anticipation, and her vulva was awash with the cream of her passion.

He dare not make her wait, and with as few motions as possible, he removed the robe from his battered body, dove onto her bed, and began kissing every inch of her perfect body. She responded by rolling onto her back and slightly spreading those beautiful legs, as her hands caressed his hair and light sighs of passion escaped from her lips.
He continued down her neck and shoulders to her breasts, once again completely bathing every portion of her with kisses and gentle nibbles, Her erect nipples became engorged, and a slight trickle of milk dribbled from the left bud.
His journey continued down her smooth belly, in through her navel, and down the creamy smooth thighs. As he slid down her right thigh, the stimulation became far to much for her love-starved body to endure, and she pulled his head to her sex, rubbing her clitoris frantically against his lips. He couldn't move from her vice-like grip, and resigned himself to stimulate her pussy with his tongue as she spasmed with wave after wave of orgasmic release.
Her sighs echoed throughout the cave, and those who heard her, smiled knowingly. Not wanting to ever stop, Steve continued to lick the cream she was so profusely ejaculating, moving his head more freely into her womanhood.
Her legs had now moved up to replace her hands on both sides of his head, while her hands now tore at his back. She bucked like a horse with a bee sting giving Steve the ride of his life.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of orgasms and gallons of cream, she released a long, exasperated sigh, arching her back high into the air, then collapsed like a rag doll.

Maintaining his basic position, Steve moved his head up to her abdomen, and rested it there, feeling the occasional spasms as her muscles relaxed.

He was jarred awake by her legs, that once again had a vice-like hold on his head. His brain was screaming in agony, and he began to see flashing lights as she jerked his head from one side of the bed to the other in violent motions. Suddenly, she jerked and twitched, releasing his head.
He looked up to see her head tilted back, with her face contorted from the spasms of yet another orgasm. Knowing she was in a compromising position; he scurried up her silky torso, and while lifting his frame with his right hand, he positioned his rising manhood with his left, and slowly eased into her warm, silky vagina. She sighed, and lifted her knees closer to her chest to give his organ an easier voyage into the depths of her being.
Without once opening her eyes, her hands reached down to cradle his scrotum, as he began to slowly and lovingly copulate with this most beautiful creature. The gentle thrusts with her hips, her gentle sighs, and her silky hands on his swollen gonads brought him ever so close to his release into her beautiful belly.
His thrusts became more pronounced, and he could feel her employ the muscles of her vagina in a rhythmic stroking of his member.
Her legs locked around his back, and she began forcing her enlarged clitoris into the matted hair covering his pubic bone. Just as he felt the warmth signalling his release, he felt the muscles in her vagina spasm twice, then her entire body convulse as another orgasm shattered her.
As she embraced him in her orgasmic throes, he felt he seed explode into her womb. Her vaginal muscles spasmed along the length of his member forcefully, squeezing his seed deep into her receptive womb and draining all of the semen his body had to offer.
They both collapsed; he rolled over onto his side, maintaining his embrace, and keeping his softening member inside the exquisite warmth of her womanhood. She had a faint but recognisable smile on her face.

He awoke with her warm figure still wrapped about him, her face nuzzling his unshaven neck. Still unsure of his position in the scheme of things, he tried not to disturb his Queen for fear of retribution.
As he analysed all he could remember since the crash, he became aware of several figures standing at the head of the stairs up and behind the bed. As he started to turn, Nera awoke, and with her one free hand, firmly clamped it onto his shrivelled member.

""Chaa. . ." she breathed just barely loud enough for them to hear.

They ran to the bed, and eagerly examined our nakedness. Soon they were joined by others until virtually the entire clan was in or around the bed. Unable to withstand the strain, it collapsed. Everyone laughed and Steve felt he had secured a new position amongst these beautiful warriors, and a new lease on life. The played and pulled at his body, caressing and stroking every inch while satisfying their curiosities.
The entire scene became more and more erotic, as their attention focused on his genitals and each others sexuality.
He soon found himself amidst a full blown orgy with his manhood the main feature. His captors applied virtually every known of stimulation to his body - arousing him to a level he never thought imaginable.
His first orgasm was in the mouth of a young warrior, the second, in the pussy of another, the third on the stroking fingers of another, and the fourth between the pretty toes of yet another. Beyond that, he could scarcely remember, as his attention was focused on the pleasures of these beauties around him. Beyond, all about the floor and furnishings, the sexual frenzy continued as over forty pairs of bodies stimulated one another to orgasms. The air was filled with sighs, and moans, and the smells of over eighty pussies mingled together to create an erotic fragrance of unparalleled beauty. The intense amount of joy and passion exchanged was beyond description, and he found himself entranced by the feminine sexuality blossoming around him.
He eventually suffered a sensory overload, and collapsed into the arms of his loving Queen; vaguely aware that she was stroking his left thigh with her swollen labia on her way to yet another orgasm.

Beautiful bodies were draped over him as he stirred from his nap. Still exhausted, but urged on by his over-extended bladder, he gently moved the resting forms aside and rose. When he was halfway down the stairs, he realised he was naked, but considering the environment, he felt reassured , and continued his journey to the river.
Without shoes, he was forced to walk gingerly, and the occasional scratching of the fir limbs and blackberry vines to his nakedness became too much to bear, and he aimed his exhausted baby maker into the woods and let go. About half-way through the release, he became aware of a putrid odor, and as he looked up, he found himself staring straight into the furry nipples of a female Sasquatch.
He screamed and stumbled backwards, falling into a growth of sword ferns. She stepped from the trees, and gently reached down to touch his manhood, still dribbling the last of its golden discharge.
Her long furry fingers examined his flaccid shape in great detail; flexing it every which way, and lifting it to examine the ballsack. After what seemed to be an eternity, she released his organ, which fell back to the ball sac with a soft plop, and with what he perceived to be an apelike giggle, she turned and strolled off into the undergrowth. Several of the warriors who had silently followed him down the trail in hopes of witnessing how a man urinated, giggled at his reaction. He sat there, surrounded by the sword ferns, frustrated, yet relieved at the same time. With an air of resignation, he finally stood up, and as the warriors reached out to help him, gingerly walked back to the security of the clearing. They did not speak, but their reassuring touches calmed him.

As he entered the cave, Nera stood before him, once again adorned in those beautiful furs. He immediately dropped to his knees and put his forehead to the ground as a form of salute and tribute to the timeless beauty in front of him. She touched his head and motioned him to rise.
As he stood before her, her eyes studied every inch of his torso, before returning to meet his. She held out her delicate hand, and he took it with both of his. The walked into the cave; the rest of the clan opening to allow them passage, and closing behind them as they passed. He felt like the gladiator in a dated movie, entering ancient Rome with his plunder.
His chest swelled; and as Steve and Nera turned to face the warriors, they all dropped to their knees in an unspoken salute. She smiled at him, a warm smile of acceptance and he squeezed her frail hand in silent reply.
They ascended the stairs together. Once in her room, she dropped her robe to the floor with one deft motion, and moved her perfect body to his.
Their lips met in a perfect kiss, after which they returned to the comfort of the bed to make gentle passionate love.

She became assertive this time, and spent an eternity exploring his manhood; absolutely enthralled by its unique shape and response. She traced patterns along the shaft and around the glans, forcing his organ to rise, then she would gently apply pressure to the base of the shaft, securing the blood flow, and forcing his organ to recede. Over and over, she stimulated his throbbing organ with her gentle hands, her warm soft mouth, her beautiful breasts, or whatever she desired, only to watch it shrivel and return to its normal state.
Finally, with the last of his patience, he cradled her loving face in his hand, and proceeded to kiss every square inch of her body, from head to foot.
Every part of her was a sweet sensation to his palate - he couldn't get enough of her, and even though she tried to return his kisses, he would gently ease her back on the bed to continue his savoury feast. Unable to control her emotions any longer, she ascended the final orgasmic plateau, and as his mouth found her pulsing womanhood, she filled his mouth with her sweetness. So intense was her fulfilment, that she continued to spasm uncontrollably for the better part of an hour, the dew of her passion flowing freely between the two hairless mounds. He drank his fill. In one final effort she clawed at his body, bringing him into her in that she may experience her final orgasm with his member inside her.
They rode the wave together, with her body reacting to his warmth, bucking and tearing at him until she finally collapsed with a gasp, the tremors gradually diminishing as she recovered her composure. He held her tightly, escorting her to the rest there bodies so craved.

Steve stirred, his manhood sore from it extensive stimulation. He rose and slipped his furs over his head, and strolled down stairs where his captors were busy with their tasks.
As soon as they saw him enter, they became silent, and moved toward him. Some touched his arms or legs, giving him recognition without being sexual.
He returned their sincerity with a warm smile and touches to their faces.
As he stepped outside, they followed him expectantly. Steve was lost in technique; mentally he began to form a checklist as to how to explore this tribe entirely without exposing them to the ways of the outside world. He wanted them to retain their innocence and beauty, without fear from exploitation.

He must guard their secret with his life, as they were such a rare find in this modern desensitised world. Then there was the secret of the Sasquatch - how could he confirm their existence without becoming a victim of their speculation. Should he just dismiss their existence to the outside world as an anomaly or should he pursue his scientific curiosity and form an expedition of his most trusted associates to study these devoted creatures. But before he could elaborate any further on the idea, he felt himself being lifted high into the air as the naked warriors carried him down by the river.
They wanted to play, and he was their new toy.

With reckless abandon, he cleared his mind and joined the party, throwing himself down from their shoulders, and intermittently throwing one of these beauties lightly into the air as he patted and caressed their shining bodies. They broke into a gallop, his captors breasts bounced in the filtered sunlight, and their clear skin reflected the purity of a child's innocence.
Before long, they were splashing in the river, caressing one anothers' bodies with pinches and pats in a fairy tale of playful zeal. Taking time to study each playmate with delighted interest, he studied their individual uniqueness; the ways they maintained their hair, their varying skin tones and colours, the different size shape and colours of their nipples, the differences of their stimulated breasts, the different twists within their navels, the different flowers formed by their external genitalia, and the differing contours of the hips and thighs. It was a collage of feminine beauty, capped with their joyful antics and attitude.
The fierce, unbending warriors he had first encountered were now nothing more than playful children, frolicking in their wilderness of innocence.
They were so captivating, he couldn't help but get drawn in by their spontaneity. Soon, their were a tangle of torsos, laughing and loving in the mid-day sun. No longer did Steve count his orgasms; they were so abundant and free. He only knew that the love he felt around him was unlike any he had felt before, and in its essence was so fulfilling that his entire body became numb.
He was aware of pairs of hands lifting his exhausted frame from the river, and the warmth of their bodies, as they all cuddled together on the moss-covered rocks next to the rushing water. Never had he felt as completely satisfied as now, as his arms reached around to embrace several of his companions resting on him.

"Why have you deflowered my children?" his voice boomed through the thin air as thunder.

Unable to see his face or form in the glare of the sun, Steve tied to ease his exhausted frame up from the mossy rocks only to find it forcefully shoved down again. The first thought of trouble in paradise flashed into his mind and he realised his companions were gone.

And again his voice boomed: "Why?"

"Because it was their time?" he queried; not knowing what else to say.

"That is not for you to know!" The voice retorted. "Now depart from here, and never return!"
The creature moved away from the suns' glare and strolled into the neighbouring forest, its stench close behind.
Steve pondered the sudden turn of events, and became aware that his presence had tipped the balance of their innocence; the very idea that he desired so earnestly to protect.
There was no option, and he turned up the broken trail his predecessor had just left knowing it was a long way home.

Two years later, when he returned with his entourage, they found the cave was completely overgrown, and there had been no apparent human activity for quite some time.
They spent the night, intently watched from just beyond the glow of their campfires; then moved upriver to a different site the following day.

R/Dave