0 comments/ 34638 views/ 4 favorites Abduction Aftermath: Olivia Ch. 1 By: Barbara Olivia's introduction to her new life in the big city. Readers may remember how Katrina pieced together the threads of the mystery surrounding her abduction and realised that Dárcy and Michelle were not quite as innocent as they appeared to be. Olivia told them how she met Michelle: * * * * * I arrived at the city bus station, full of ambition and with a deep seated belief that I might make it as an actress with my name in lights, with the potential to live in the luxurious style that I had seen depicted in movie magazines. Even with little education, I quickly realised that there was no chance to achieve my aims by any other means than to utilize my looks to make contact with the film industry in whatever way I could. Considered attractive, with a naturally large bust and an otherwise well proportioned figure, I set about visiting the various modelling agencies and looking for a place to stay. I had no idea how many other girls were doing the rounds with much the same idea. After a few days my money was running low and I was forced to think about returning home to my parent's small rural land holding in the country, beaten and disillusioned, where I was sure I would be the laughing stock of all my former friends. The only option at that point would be to accept marriage with one of my former boyfriends and settle down to a life of poverty and childrearing in one of the poorest farming areas in the country. I steeled myself to consider a less glamorous profession or accept that I had failed miserably in my attempt for a better lifestyle. At that stage I had little money left and had even tried working in a sleazy waterfront strip joint in order to keep trying my luck for a few more days. The thought of this new lifestyle as a permanent solution made my skin crawl. I couldn't dance particularly well and when I went out on the catwalk in the smoke-filled room amidst the jeering and catcalling clientele, I froze up and failed to complete the entire act. As a final resort I had to work in the club's peepshow where my job was to keep the customers feeding the machine while they ogled at my naked body. My self esteem fell to an all time low as I followed all the instructions that I received through the intercom and exposed every aspect of my body to the unseen people behind the screens that were dotted around the small room. The men would want to see me open up and spread my vaginal lips right next to their booth so that they could see every detail of what had been my most private body parts. It was probably marginally better than selling my sexual favours to complete strangers on the streets at night but to my mind there was little difference at all. At least it was safer, more hygienic and I didn't have to risk incurring a felony conviction to add to my misery at that confusing time in my life. I was able to earn just enough money to pay for the basic necessities of life and postpone my otherwise inevitable return to the country life. When I met Michelle, an older but strikingly attractive lady, I was immediately drawn by her mature confidence and poise. Younger than my mother but with the same older sophistication, I found myself telling her all about my troubles. She listened attentively as I explained my hopeless financial position. I still didn't have a permanent place to stay and my money was nearly all gone. She was immediately sympathetic and invited me to spend a few days with her and her husband. Michelle was my first friendly contact in this new adopted city and I was really anxious not to disappoint her in any way. Anything was better than performing at that horrible peep show. Michelle informed me that she was sure that she and her husband could help to find me work as a fashion model with all their contacts in the film and modelling industry. Perhaps this was my big break. She and I chatted amiably as we drove to her house in a distinctly upper class suburb, well outside the city limits. Her well appointed home enjoyed privacy from the neighbours and she encouraged me to join her as she took off all her clothes the moment we arrived inside, confiding that she and her husband spent most of their leisure time around the house totally nude. I watched in awe as in one swift motion she stripped off her loose summer dress to reveal a perfectly tanned and attractive body with no evidence of pubic hair at all. She must have had it permanently removed. I noticed that her hairless vaginal lips were parted by her swollen inner labia in an obvious state of feminine arousal. She was completely uninhibited, it seemed, and wore nothing but an uplift corset type bra under her dress to support her large breasts. Her body was firmly vibrant and once she released this garment I noticed that her nipples were hard and swollen. It soon became clear that Michelle was primarily attracted to me as a sex partner. I had experimented with other girlfriends sexually in the past and had no particular hang ups about that sort of thing. By this time I had become so used to spending most of my time exhibiting my body to strangers that I allowed her to assist in undressing me, saying nothing as she caressed and tweaked on my nipples whilst showering praise on my nubile young body. Her touch was reassuring and when she kissed me I responded gratefully and soon became more sexually aroused, myself. I liked Michelle and their home was the sort of place that I could see myself living in. It couldn't do any harm to try to fit in with her and her husband and do my best to please them. I packed my clothing away into my small suitcase and placed it in the single bedroom next door to Michelle and Dárcy's room, as she had instructed me. It seemed alien to my normal conventions to walk around their delightful property without a stitch of clothing on but within a few hours I found myself getting more accustomed to it. She led me out to her favourite spot in the garden and gave me a relaxing massage with scented oil, eagerly exploring both my vagina and my bottom with her supple fingers until I moaned with pleasure and orgasmed at her sensual touch. She rubbed her naked body over mine until we were both covered in oil and shivering with excitement as we orgasmed together. Michelle and I had now become lovers and she told me that her husband was aware of her open bisexuality and actively encouraged her to seek out female lovers as often as she liked. Dárcy, her husband, was away on business so I spent the first of many nights with her in their double bed. She promised me that she would personally see to it that I need never feel insecure again. As long as I kept both of them happy and did as they asked they would find work for me that would lead to my ambitions being realised, at last. She mothered me in a way that I had never experienced, showing me photos of Dárcy and promising to share his love with me. For the next two days we talked and planned. Michelle never dressed during this time and I became comfortable to spend this time helping her around the house and making love with her, cementing my new position as her house guest and lover. We relaxed together and I felt warm and protected in her arms, no longer tensing up when she touched me intimately. I learned to climax without shame as she buried her head between my legs and her probing tongue circled around my clit enticingly as she opened up my anal passage with her slippery fingers. She would encourage me to return the favour, teaching me how to stimulate her own pleasure in her own special way. She made me feel wanted and special, boosting my self confidence as she told me how beautiful I was. I lost track of time as we got to know each others ways and I looked forward to pleasing her in ways that I had never imagined possible. The day that Dárcy was due home I became more nervous as I time drew on. Michelle cooked a special dinner and we relaxed on the sofa together, fondling each other intimately. "He'll love you as much as I do." She cooed in my ear as the time drew near for him to return. I tensed involuntarily as I realised that she was preparing me to meet her husband and realised that we were both still totally naked. Michelle seemed to sense my concern and laughed. "Oh! Don't worry my pet. You'll love him too. Just wait until you see him without his clothes on. All the girls go crazy about his body. He's very gentle. Just watch him make love with me and you'll see what I mean." "I'll just put on my clothes before he comes home." I stammered uncertainly as I headed for the bedroom door. "Please don't do that darling. He's quite used to meeting other young ladies without their clothes on. You do trust me don't you my sweetheart." Michelle halted me in my tracks. "Here's his car coming up the drive now!" She was excited as she ran to the front door with her boobs jiggling and her bottom wobbling. "Come on sweetie pie, let's meet him together." I cast a last longing look toward the open door of the forlorn single bedroom, noticing that my suitcase was no longer in view where I left it. It was a moment where I realised that if I didn't do as Michelle asked I could easily end up back at the peep show. I had nothing to lose by playing along with her and meeting her husband alongside of her but my dignity. My arm across my boobs, partly to support them but mostly to cover my modesty, I changed direction and coyly joined Michelle as she stood at the door waving to her husband as he got out of the car. "Come and meet Olivia. She's heard so much about you love. She's just dying to meet you." Michelle looked truly happy to see her man again. I pressed my knees together and shivered with nervous anticipation as I cuddled next to Michelle for comfort. We were standing in full view of the street and although it was twilight there was still the odd car cruising past the front gate. The warmth that radiated from her body steadied my nerves slightly as the huge man dropped his briefcase and ran to join us, enthusiastically beaming a welcoming smile in our direction as he approached. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was like some sort of warped fantasy, standing there completely naked next to Michelle meeting a total stranger for the first time. "Wow! That's what I call a warm greeting." Dárcy kissed his wife and turned toward me. "You must be Olivia. Welcome to our family my darling." His easy confident manner and his disarming smile made me almost forget that I was naked. I raised my hand away from my full boobs and stammered. "I hope you don't mind meeting me like this." I blushed deeply and replaced my hand. "Michelle told me that you two don't normally wear clothing in your house. When in Rome---" I was so nervous I didn't know what I was saying. "Well--you know. It's nice to meet you." I was feeling so vulnerable standing there as his twinkling eyes travelled along my body, presumably assessing my potential as a playmate for him and his wife. "Very nice! Stand back and let me have a proper look at you." Darcy spoke so casually as if it were perfectly natural to greet his house guests this way. I blushed as I forced myself to drop my hands to my side and take a few steps back away from them. In spite of my nervous tension I desperately wanted to please him. "Isn't she lovely?" Michelle purred into his ear as she stood on tip toe to kiss Dárcy. "I do believe that I've fallen in love with her. Olivia has been staying with me for three days now and we've had some lovely times together. I think she's got so much to offer the industry, don't you darling?" Her eyes were shining with loving expectation as she searched for his approval. I tried to smile as I stood there waiting for his reply. So much depended on whether Dárcy liked me or not. Michelle had led me to believe that Dárcy had a lot of valuable contacts and that if he thought I had enough potential he could assist my aim to be a film star. During my rounds of the various modelling agencies, I had often been asked to remove my clothes at some point in the interview but this was the first time I had met a prospective agent without a stitch of clothing on. Dárcy rubbed his chin thoughtfully as I turned slowly around so the he could see all of me. Other agents had asked me to do this, so when he made a circling motion with his forefinger I complied without hesitation. "Yes, I think you're right darling. She's got star qualities alright. With a bit of training to loosen her up a bit I'm sure our friends at the studio would be able to use her." Dárcy turned to his wife. "She's still a bit nervous though. Greg does do a few nude scenes in his movies and we want to make sure that young Olivia can handle that aspect of his work. Don't you agree?" "I've already made a good start though." Michelle giggled. "She's getting more used to spending her time with me around the house with nothing on. Three days now! She's very willing. Please give her a chance, darling." Michelle pleaded my case as I searched Dárcy's impassive face. "I'll be willing to try anything." I joined the discussion. "I really need your help." "There's a possibility that I can get you into a movie in a couple of weeks time." Dárcy was beginning to smile again. "It's just a small part but it could lead to a lot more work if you play your cards right." He beckoned me over with a smile. "Lets have a closer look at those big puppies of yours, darling." I felt foolish as Dárcy reached out and weighed my breasts in his hands but I restrained the urge to run into the bedroom and seek out my clothes. He rolled my growing nipples in between his fingers, smiling knowingly as he produced the expected reaction and they became hard and prominent. Suddenly and without warning he reached between my legs and fondled my genitals, quickly probing my vagina with his middle finger. I leapt back, startled at this unexpected new development, my face flushed with embarrassment. Dárcy merely smiled as he raised his moist finger to his nose and sniffed. I looked at Michelle, startled by this new invasion and seeking her support. I was embarrassed that he had taken such a crude liberty with no prior warning and right in front of his own wife at that. To my surprise she was still smiling at him and taking off his coat. I realised that she was unperturbed at his actions. "Oh darling, I don't think Olivia was expecting that." She smiled at me. "You'll have to excuse Dárcy's enthusiasm, sweetheart. You don't mind him having a little fun do you? He will get you that part. I know he will." "I-- well I mean--" I was speechless at first. My hands were attempting to cover as much of my body as possible and I was shaking uncontrollably, distraught by my own vulnerability. My first thought was to rush to my room and find my clothes and get dressed. Now I realised that Michelle would probably be annoyed with me for being so silly and immature. After all they were going to help me in my quest for a better life. She and I had discussed their private life and she had told me that their marriage was far from conventional. In fact she had often hinted that she didn't mind sharing Dárcy's love with me and told me that he enjoyed watching two women making love to one and other. It was just so unexpected that he would fondle me like that, right in front of his own wife. I thought about the other alternative of going back to that horrid peepshow and made a quick decision. It couldn't be much worse to stay with this couple and let Dárcy take a few liberties from time to time. I straightened up and dropped my hands again, determined to salvage as much of my pride as possible. "I'm sorry Dárcy. It's just that you caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting you to touch me there when we've only just met." I forced a smile. "As long as Michelle doesn't mind." "No, of course not my love. Dárcy's happiness is really important to me. You know that, don't you darling?" Michelle was smiling. "Now come back over here and help me undress Dárcy and welcome him home properly." Turning back to Dárcy she softened her voice to a pleading tone. "It's all right with you if Olivia stays with us until she gets on her feet properly?" "Sure darling! As long as she makes you happy." Dárcy stood there as Michelle fussed over him and began to help him off with his shirt. Turning to me with his disarming smile. "Maybe you could get my briefcase from the car, Olivia. I'm tired after a long drive." I looked at the driveway and saw his briefcase laying on the ground next to his car. Instinctively I knew that he was expecting me to go outside in full view of both their neighbour's houses, not to mention the cars going by, and fetch his case. Michelle looked at me with an impatient expression. There was no use arguing that I was naked and expecting them to let me get dressed. I knew the house rules by now. Gathering my breasts on top of my arm for support I reached up and kissed Dárcy on the cheek and scampered down the driveway and quickly gathered up his heavy briefcase in my free hand and raced back toward them. I didn't dare look either side of me and to my relief I didn't hear any startled voices from either side as I made it back through the front door. Breathing a bit heavier now I asked him where he wanted me to put it. He indicated their bedroom as Michelle pulled his shirt off and undid the buckle of his belt. "Nice ass, by the way." The words rang in my ear as I walked toward the bedroom, red faced and breathing heavily. I put down the briefcase next to what I assumed was his side of the large king-sized bed, beside a chest of drawers. I was still in shock. I was shaking, too tense to go back out to the living room right away. My chest was heaving as I considered what I had just done. I was embarrassingly wet between the legs and my nipples were fully erect, making me painfully aware that I was about to see Dárcy without his clothing on to cover what Michelle had glowingly referred to as the biggest penis I would ever see. She had told me that her husband was extremely well hung and raved about his skill in the lovemaking department. I knew that most women exaggerated the size of their man's equipment but nothing could have prepared me for the shock as I re-emerged from the bedroom and saw Dárcy relaxing on the couch as Michelle busied herself, preparing to dish out the evening meal. Carelessly draped over his upper thigh was certainly the largest male member I had ever seen. My mouth opened as my jaw dropped and I was completely floored by the sight of the longest, thickest penis I had ever seen. Further to that, in spite of two naked ladies within his view, Dárcy wasn't the least bit excited. Not even a twitch, like some sleeping giant, his member remained completely flaccid and dry as I stood there naked before his probing eyes. "Nice ass." he repeated as he surveyed my body. "Meet 'Top Gun' sweetie. He's a bit tired at the moment but you'll get to love him too." He was complacent and totally at ease as I stared at his penis in awe. Chuckling to himself, apparently pleased by my response at the sight, he shifted over to give me room to sit beside him. I sat down silently where he patted the couch beside him in a confused daze, making a conscious effort to pull my eyes away from his manhood and keeping my knees together as demurely as possible in the circumstances. I looked at Michelle as soon as she turned toward us, desperately trying to think of something to say. I had been outside, near the suburban roadside, where anybody passing by could see my naked body. Now I was sitting right next to a naked man that I had only just met, unable to tear my eyes away from his gigantic penis as I tried to think of something to say that wouldn't annoy either of them. I felt so dreadfully out of my depth. It was like some sort of erotic dream. Part of me wanted to touch his penis to see if it was real and on the other hand I wanted to wake up and find myself back at the farmhouse at home, secure in my family's loving care. I never dreamt that my long journey to the city would ever lead to this situation. Abduction Aftermath: Olivia Ch. 1 "Well! Give me a real kiss then." Dárcy was smiling at me with his eyes twinkling as he reached toward me. "We have to get to know each other some time." I looked at Michelle and she nodded as Dárcy effortlessly pulled me over onto his lap and casually put his hand over my left breast. Acutely aware of his penis nestled between the crack of my bottom and touching the lips of my moist vagina I turned toward him and returned his kiss as his finger tenderly penetrated my lubricated love canal and at the same time stimulated my clitoris. It was no use fighting him off and I was no longer sure that I wanted to. Michelle joined us and I felt her ample breasts press against my body as she cuddled me and nibbled at my neck. I gave in completely and surrendered my body to both of them. Dárcy hard and masculine on one side and Michelle cradling me with her soft smooth body on the other. I opened up my legs fully and let Dárcy probe more deeply. By now I was fast approaching orgasm and I flooded his fingers with my juices before I realised it. The air was thick with my musky scent as I shuddered and shook in their arms before I regained my senses and lay still. Bewildered by my own willingness to surrender my charms to Dárcy this way I fought for breath as I nestled into their arms. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or shocked when Michelle guided me toward her own waiting vagina and I tasted her juices. I greedily probed her steaming folds with my tongue as Dárcy watched and I treated his wife to a raging orgasm in my own unique way. Forgotten in this latest tryst was any semblance of decorum or modesty as I looked back at Dárcy for approval. He was licking at his fingers and smiling serenely at me. "Well, darling. Don't forget dinner. Plenty of time for play later on." He was standing beside us and I couldn't help noticing that his penis was still totally flaccid. As hard to believe as it was, he was totally unaffected by our earlier sex play. I assisted Michelle to her feet and helped her to serve out the meal while Dárcy sat at the head of the table watching both of us in quiet amusement. Naturally, I couldn't help being impressed by his gentle nature but I wondered what it might take to get him excited. Every man that I had been with had become erect at the least stimulation and many of the boys that I had notched up at school had cum in their pants long before I was even undressed. This guy must have enormous control or be unable to achieve erection without more direct stimulation. As I to sit down at the table I smiled warmly at him. "Wow! That was some kiss! No wonder Michelle loves you so much." "We're going to be a great team. You are staying on with us, aren't you Olivia? I nodded eagerly. Yes! We'll get on really well together." He looked earnestly at Michelle as she smiled back at him. "She's a real treasure, darling." At last I had found a new family. People that appreciated me and promised to guide me to fulfill my dreams. I was still a bit concerned about their unusual house rules of remaining naked at all times but since I had lived with Michelle she had never forced me to do anything that she wouldn't do herself. She had told me the truth about her husband, as far as I could tell and he hadn't really forced himself on me as he easily could have. He was gentle and apart from that first shock as he fondled my vagina I was no longer scared that he might rape me or beat me. I hadn't known him for very long but I was much more confident already. I felt that I could trust Michelle to look after me as long as I didn't upset her in any way. To Be Continued... My thank to all the readers who have taken the time to vote for my stories and E mail me. It is really the only way a writer can communicate with the reader and get some feel for the impact of their stories. Please feel free to suggest ideas and comment via the B.B. or Email me direct. Barbara Anne. Abduction Aftermath: Olivia Ch. 2 During dinner, on Dárcy's first night home, I was constantly sensing that both Michelle and Dárcy were gazing at me and didn't have their minds completely on merely eating their dinner. I wanted to ask Dárcy about the tattoo I had noticed on his penis earlier on but I was too shy to ask. Talk was minimal and polite during the meal. Plagued by an uneasy feeling that they had a need to be alone for a while, I decided to ask Dárcy and Michelle If I could do the dishes for them while they had a chance to talk as soon as dinner was over. "That was a lovely meal, Michelle." I said cheerfully as I gathered up the empty plates. "Can I do the dishes for you tonight. I would love to do something useful for you two guys. Perhaps you would both like to be alone for a while?" I suggested helpfully. "If you're sure you don't mind, sweetie? Michelle brightened up and smiled. "It would be nice." She looked at Dárcy. "Tell me all about your trip, darling." She led him off to their room as I expected. I realised that it might be awkward for the two of them to discuss my future with them, while I was present. I also wanted to show my true appreciation for their decision to make me part of their family and hoped that once they had had a chance to talk we could discuss their expectations of me and map out what sort of work opportunities they might steer me toward. When Michelle and I had been alone she had stressed the need to overcome my shyness if I was ever to make it as a movie star. Living without clothing was merely one of the many training techniques that she recommended, to loosen me up and increase my self confidence as she put it. It must have worked for her. I admired her confident manner and I was beginning to form a great relationship with her. I could never have gone outside toward the street completely naked to fetch Dárcy's briefcase, with my body on display to anybody passing by, without her training. I took my time doing all the dishes and carefully drying every item and putting the pots away in the cupboard. I put the kettle on and relaxed on the sofa while I waited for the kettle to boil but I could still smell the musky sexual odour of my earlier excitement. I turned on the shower and got the water temperature just right and hopped under the cascading water. Humming happily to myself I soaped myself up and washed my hair, determined to smell fresh and clean when my two friends came out of their bedroom. I douched my genitals with my hand before drying off with my favourite fluffy towel. I couldn't help wondering about Dárcy's huge penis and how Michelle managed to accommodate his entire member within her tiny frame as I prepared to leave the bathroom. She certainly loved him dearly and I had been surprised at her willingness to share his attention with me. I made the decision to let the evening unfold as it would and be available to both of them as they saw fit. There was no denying that I had begun to enjoy the attention of both of them earlier on. With a final dab of perfume and a quick check in the mirror I opened the door and went back toward the kitchen area. Dárcy and Michelle were sitting in the living room sipping coffee and talking. They looked up and indicated that I should join them. "You look lovely, sweetheart. I've made you a drink." Michelle was beaming and happy. "Dárcy has agreed to take you to meet his friends in a couple of weeks. Meanwhile we must continue your training and perhaps we can pick up the odd job along the way. Dárcy knows about a bikini contest next week and even though there's not a lot of money in it, perhaps it might help to get you noticed by the right people." They had placed my drink on a table opposite where they were sitting and it seemed they wanted to help plan my future. The coffee had a strange bitter taste to it, possibly because the milk was old, but I drank it and listened attentively as they both outlined the sort of work that they might find for me. Some of their ideas were very appealing and I relaxed, convincing myself that they really did have my best interests at heart. It turned out that Dárcy had only recently had his penis tattooed and it was still too sore for him to get an erection and make love. They told me that they had tried while they were in the bedroom. In a way, I was glad that he was out of action and thought nothing of taking his place as Michelle's lover, meanwhile. Normally, I would have been far too embarrassed to make love to another woman in a man's presence but that night we put on an exhibition for Dárcy and I surprised myself with the intensity of my lovemaking as he watched and sometimes caressed and played with both of us. It was as though we were all one big happy family. My doubts disappeared as we enjoyed each other with Dárcy watching every detail and smiling contentedly. Over the following week Michelle and I continued to practice our lovemaking together as often as before, sometimes with Dárcy present and sometimes without, but Michelle started to put her entire hand into my vagina, giving me some idea what Dárcy would feel like inside me. She and Dárcy showered me with complements and made me feel special. I always tried to relax for them as they gradually prepared me for the day when I could enjoy Dárcy's lovemaking without any pain. Gradually I became accustomed to his presence in the bed with us and even looked forward to the day when I could have full sex with him, in a strange sort of way. By now I was sure he would be gentle with me and hopefully patient too. The only times we went out and I was allowed to wear clothing during that week were once for the weekly shopping and once for an assignment that Dárcy had earlier organised with some friends of theirs. On both occasions they picked out the clothing that they wanted me to wear and dressed me. I was too excited to object when Dárcy insisted on putting on these uncomfortable see through G string panties he had bought me. They irritated my bottom and pressed hard against my clit when he pulled them up. I may as well have left them off because of length of the short white dress that he picked for the trip to their local supermarket. It barely covered my pubes and rode up when I sat down or leaned over slightly. Michelle told me that dressing this way would assist my poise and not to worry about all the people that stared at me. "It's just because you look so lovely, my darling." As she walked arm in arm with me. She never wore panties herself and her dress was nearly as short as mine. She was a real show-off and she was determined to loosen up my inhibitions. I allowed her to display my naked backside to the people behind us as she rubbed my cheeks and patted my bottom. I was glad when we returned home and I could take those uncomfortable panties off again at last. Just two days later Dárcy dressed me up again in much the same way and we all drove across town. I was wearing my highest stiletto heels and stockings. No panties this time but a longer, almost transparent dress that billowed in the slightest breeze and lifted to reveal my lack of underwear unless I held the sides down together. Dárcy just laughed and threatened to take the bloody thing off to teach me a lesson if I kept holding it down. He introduced me to some friends of his. Dárcy described me as his next new leading lady and the men laughed but I knew Dárcy meant every word. I modelled some lingerie and swimwear for them at a plush private home in an rich upmarket neighbourhood. The atmosphere was fairly raunchy, like the strip joint, but with Michelle and Dárcy's encouragement I made it through two hours of showing those skimpy revealing garments to the largely male audience. The last garment that I showed was so sheer that I was acutely aware that the noisy audience could see every detail of my body, especially when Dárcy insisted on playing with my nipples and making them all hard and prominent just before he pushed me out on stage. I recovered quickly and did my best to appear nonchalant as I slowly walked onto the runway and showed the garment to it's best advantage. It was probably the hardest thing I had done to smile and imagine that I was decently covered when I knew that the audience was only interested in what they could see of my body. The audience cheered wildly and made all sorts of crude comments that caused me to blush, but I maintained my poise and decorum as Michelle stood up and encouraged me to stay on stage while they got their money's worth. At least the money that Dárcy received on my behalf paid for my first contribution to the family finances. Michelle was pleased with me and said that modelling garments was all good experience. She pointed to many fashion models that later became film stars. Dárcy told me that I had surpassed his expectations and promised to reward me as soon as we returned home. The atmosphere was electric as he hinted that 'Top Gun' was almost back to normal again. I didn't want to seem ungrateful but the thought of indulging in his favourite position still filled me with a degree of uncertainty. Michelle had often bragged about her ability to accept the entire length of Dárcy's magnificent member into her ass. She had told me that Dárcy loved this method of lovemaking above all others. Certainly Dárcy had an unhealthy fascination with this area of a woman's anatomy and had often caressed my bottom during my lovemaking with his wife. Occasionally he inserted his fingers as well, once I was well lubricated. It was painful enough, but I made out that I enjoyed it for fear of upsetting them both. They had introduced me to enema's as part of our sex play and Dárcy used to love watching as Michelle filled me up with warm water until my tummy swelled up so much that I thought I might burst. Only after I begged them to let me release this unwelcome intrusion to my bowels they would watch as I expelled the entire contents into the toilet bowl. I always found it embarrassing to be watched like that but afterward they would both praise my control and make me believe it was good for my health. As part of their family I felt powerless and unable to refuse this odd, unusual and kinky pleasure of theirs. I felt it would only annoy them if I refused so I forced myself to get used to it. They always reminded me that they both loved me and would never do anything that might hurt me in any way. I was thoughtful as we went inside the house and I undressed again in my room. I could hear giggling in the next room and realised that my friends were about to make love. I was in two minds, whether to join them or to wait and hope like crazy that they wouldn't notice my absence. I was still keyed up with such anxiety after my fashion showing and on top of this my fear of failure to please Dárcy only made the way I felt even worse. In the end Dárcy called me into their bedroom where Michelle was busily coaxing 'Top Gun' into life. She looked at me and pointed out that Dárcy didn't seem to be having any pain there now. "Come on sweetheart. What are you waiting for?" She licked her lips. "Let's see what you can do to make him hard." I tentatively licked at his penis before opening my lips and taking the knob of his manhood into my mouth. Michelle lubricated my virgin rosebud and pushed three finger into the aperture at once, circling her fingers around before inserting the fourth. I was busy trying to coax some life into 'Top Gun' but I opened my legs wider so that she could get better access. Dárcy's member began to twitch and I felt that he was almost ready. Surprisingly, it hadn't grown much larger but he was certainly hard now. The tattoo was quite clear now and I could read the writing that had been explained to me on his straining mass of flesh and veins. It was no use to protest by now. Michelle had meanwhile managed to work her entire hand into my anal opening and I expected that I was as ready as I was ever going to be to try anal sex with a man for the very first time. I only wished that the man had been a lot smaller than our beloved Dárcy. Even vaginal sex would be better than what he proposed to do to me. I trembled as he positioned me across the bed and asked me to relax my muscles as he pressed his pride and joy against my anal opening. I bit my lip as he pushed and Michelle comforted me and whispered words of encouragement into my ear. The tears began to form in my eyes as he finally popped the head through my sphincter muscles and I felt his shaft driving deeper inside me. "Christ! She's tight darling." Dárcy grunted as he pushed it even further in but by now the pain was overwhelming and I gasped. "No! No--No more! Please take it out. Please Michelle-- Make him stop. I can't do this. Please Dárcy--It's too fucking big." The tears were rolling down my cheek and I was in agony. I could barely breathe and it felt as though my intestines were being crushed. I was relieved when the pressure stopped and he rested while Michelle asked him to let her show me how it was done. "Come on darling. Do it to me. You know I want you." She grinned sexily. "I need my 'Top Gun'. You can shower your missiles into my ass anytime my love." She paused as if thinking about it. "Come on love. It's only her first time remember. I'll ride 'Top Gun' your favourite way and Olivia can lick my clit at the same time. It might be fun don't you think?" To my relief Dárcy gently extracted his penis and lay back on the bed whilst I honestly thought that my ass was on fire. Tears were flowing from my eyes and I was sobbing quietly as I realised that I had realised my worst fear and disappointed poor Dárcy. I had done my best to say nothing and accept it, but the pain was just too much. I was distraught and ashamed. Michelle had no trouble swallowing that massive penis into her anal opening. She positioned herself above Dárcy and lowered herself over him with no apparent effort until she was seated on his hips with her legs wide apart. She smiled at me and indicated her engorged clit, fully erect, glistening and wet above her vacant love hole. Her beautiful smooth labia was stretched wide apart and her dreamy eyes revealed the bliss that she experienced at being fully impaled on Dárcy's member in this way. She wriggled her generously padded bottom sensuously and mischievously and Dárcy sighed with delight as my sobs desisted and my eyes opened wide in disbelief. "Oh yes! You don't know how great it feels, sweetie. We'll have to practice some more but I'm sure you can do it." The strain of talking was showing on her face but there was no doubt that she loved the sensation of having her man's penis buried deep inside her bowels. I had a new respect for her and I eagerly moved up between Dárcy's massive legs and nuzzled against her waiting pubic area. The heat from their two bodies was comforting and I gratefully kissed her waiting clit and stimulated it with my tongue as she held my head and moaned softly. "Never mind, sweetheart. Just stay with it and keep practising. One day you'll be able to do it and when that happens you'll look back at this and laugh. Now dry your tears and let's enjoy ourselves properly." She cooed reassuringly as I pleasured her. I tantalised her nerve endings causing her to wriggle and shudder as she climaxed and grew wetter. Occasionally Dárcy would lift her hips almost to the end of his shaft before releasing her to slither back down to her original position. It was an awesome sight from my perspective and the sound of the two of them moaning in ecstasy made me wish that I had been able to stand the pain just a little longer. It had been a weird sensation, unlike any other to have his hot flesh sliding past my muscles and invading the inner depths of my bowels. With a smaller penis I could almost imagine the enjoyment that Michelle was now experiencing. Perhaps she was right, as she usually was. I had given up too soon. I made my mind up to try again, if Dárcy would only let me control the speed of entry as he had with his wife. It was probable less painful that way. I could feel Dárcy's leg muscles tense up against my body as his back arched and he lifted Michelle's steaming vagina away from my mouth and spoke for the first time during this latest encounter. "Incoming Missiles!" He raised his voice joyously. Jerking and shuddering, he pulled Michelle's body hard down against his body and writhed in pleasure. I was quite carried away by the moment and ignoring both of their sensuous movements, re-inserted my tongue into Michelle and tasted the sweet juices of her creamy smooth love canal. I felt privileged to be part of this experience. My clit ached with unfulfilled desire but I cuddled into both of them, attempting to be as close as I knew that they must be feeling at that moment. "Ohhh, My darling Olivia!" Michelle moaned softly. "If only you could know how beautiful that felt." She opened her eyes and looked at me. "You helped to make that one of the best experiences ever." She was reluctant to move off Dárcy and raised my head toward her with such love written in her eyes. "I'll do the same for you when you're ready to ride 'Top Gun' like I just did. It won't be long. You'll see, real soon sweetheart." Her voice was reassuring and confident, making me love her all the more. At least they weren't angry with me and I nuzzled back into her hot pubes in gratitude, doing my best to thank her for being so kind and understanding. All our previous encounters during the week had not been as fulfilling as this one had. The two of them had taught me so much about love and pleasure and on top of this they were helping me to realise my ambitions to be successful and earn lots of money. My bottom felt good again and the physical pain had subsided completely. I vowed that I would try again, as soon as an opportunity presented itself. I cooked dinner that night and watched the two of them as they cuddled and played on the couch. When I came close to them Dárcy reached out and played with my breasts. He loved it when my nipples responded and grew at his touch. When I first met him I had recoiled from his touch and been ashamed but now, after only a few days, I had become used to it and moved in closer so he could play with my eager bottom. It seemed to make him happy that I co-operated with him and allowed him to stimulate me this way. Being naked with them all day and sleeping with them each night had reassured me that Michelle was sincere in her desire to share his attention without any resentment. She often encouraged me to make myself available to her husband in a way that I still found rather unique. I was learning to love both of them although still preferring to make love with Michelle, of course. The next time we went out was to the bikini contest that Dárcy had mentioned. Michelle and I looked through a selection of swimwear that Dárcy had bought and decided on a really revealing white suit that barely covered my nipples but could be considered adequate these days. The bottoms were more like a g string at the back but covered my pubic area quite well. I would never have bought something like that for myself to go to the beach but Michelle told me that less was better for this particular sort of contest. She instructed me on ways to catch the judges attention and reminded me about her lessons before that fashion show. "Sway your hips as you walk and look as sexy as you know how." She told me with a knowing wink. "You know what I mean. Remember the judges are usually men. Make it look as though you would like to make love to them. Give them the old 'Come hither' look as you turn toward them." She paused as if she was remembering her youth. "Gets them every time. I wish I still had your figure. I'd show you a thing or two." She sighed. "I expect you'll win first prize with those two babies." Adjusting the top so that my nipples were almost showing. "That's better sweetie. Just like that! Winning is everything. I don't want to see some other little hussy beat my baby." Abduction Aftermath: Olivia Ch. 2 I got the feeling that Michelle really expected me to win. She made me stand in front of the full length mirror and practice the moves she taught me. "God! You're lovely. That's right. Remember to smile now, darling. You'll knock em dead for sure. I know you will!" Michelle was building up my confidence, doing her utmost to ensure that I knew every trick in the book to draw attention to my most beautiful assets as she called them. "If any of those other young hussies lose their tops accidentally, you just make sure you lose yours too! Remember, you will certainly win! With coaching like this I was certainly going to do my utmost to win. Michelle reminded me that they would both be watching my every move, coaching me as much as they could. "You never know who might be watching today." Michelle urged. "You just do your best love. You might get lucky and some movie producer might see you. Just tell them Dárcy and I are your agents, won't you sweetheart. We're counting on you." I felt a bit silly when we arrived at the venue with Dárcy and Michelle fussing around me and imparting last minute instructions as I lined up with the other entrants. As Michelle had warned me there were at least thirty other young hopefuls prancing around in skimpy little costumes twittering away among themselves about the crowds and how they were so nervous and all. Michelle scanned the contestants and told me that I needed to watch certain girls that she judged as being the most likely competitors for first prize. She pointed out one buxom lass and told me to try and make sure that I went on stage after her. "Give your nips a little pinch just before you go out darling. You know. The way Dárcy does. Make them as big as you can my love." We were interrupted by a spunky looking young guy as he gathered the contestants together and gave last minute instructions. Michelle moved away from me and gave me a final reassuring squeeze as she was asked to leave the area. I smiled and moved over to join the other girls as the young spunk handed out cardboard numbers to identify the various contestants. I followed Michelle's instructions and made sure that I got the next number to the buxom young girl that my lover had indicated earlier on. I was totally keyed up with excitement and determined to do whatever it took to succeed. Michelle had told me that it was almost certain that I was the most beautiful of all the contestants and although she was biased I believed that I had a real chance. I adjusted my suit so that the thong nestled right into the parting of my bottom and I could feel the goose pimples on my bare cheeks as I straightened my shoulders and shook my head before it was my turn to walk out among the crowd. I stood on tip toe and scanned the crowd, trying to see where my two friends were but there were too many eager faces straining upward to the stage and looking expectantly at the empty cat walk waiting for the contest to start. I decided to wait till I was out there and maybe I would see them then. My training kept ringing in my brain. Remembering everything my two lovers had mentioned prior to the fashion show, I prepared to show off my body in it's best possible light to the crowd but kept in mind that I wasn't the only girl that wanted to win. I had to go that little bit further to attract the judge's attention and I had no qualms about resorting to some of the tricks that Michelle had stressed as being necessary in order to achieve my aims. If I had had this training before I went on stage at the strip club I may have ended up being the star attraction. Now, with the benefit of spending so much time naked with my friends, I steeled myself to show off as much of my body as I needed to in order to win. Win! It sounded so good. I knew I could do it. Keep smiling! Make my nipples stand out! 'Accidentally' drop my top if I had to! Wriggle my lower body! Look sexy! Make love to the judges with my eyes! "Wow the audience! Show them everything if you have to!" Michelle's wise words of encouragement kept repeating in my brain. The only thing that still didn't really appeal to my fevered brain processes was the promised reward if I won. Dárcy would almost certainly let me try to mount him again. At least he had been patient with me up to now. The last time he had lifted me off him he had been a bit sarcastic and told me that I just wasn't trying hard enough. Three times, since he had first tried to fill my ass completely with his magnificent penis for the very first time, Michelle had guided me to try again. She taught me how to relax and control my breathing so that it didn't hurt so much as it went in but I still found it too painful to take every last inch of his penis inside me that way. I had almost made it the last time but I had experienced severe cramp. Worse than having my period, much worse, almost paralysing my entire body. I remember screaming in agony as Dárcy carelessly lifted me off him and threw me to one side while Michelle took my place. I got the distinct impression that he was losing patience with me and I was frightened that the next time he might not be so understanding. With his enormous strength he could easily just force his huge member right in to the hilt. I had to try much harder. "Number NINETEEN!" The announcers voice penetrated my thoughts as my buxom young rival shimmied out past me to show off her body {Whoops! I mean Bikini.} to the audience. My thought were now back to the task at hand. No matter what. I had to beat this young pretender. She was fresh faced and innocent looking but Michelle had warned me to watch her more closely that all the other contestants. I HAD TO beat her, at least. To Be Continued... Abduction Aftermath: Olivia Ch. 3 As I watched my main rival sashaying her way slowly down the catwalk, showing her body and waving out to the crowd I realised that Michelle was right yet again. This was obviously the only other girl with the training and the beauty to take that coveted first prize away from my grasp. I gulped in dismay as she shook her delicious young body at the end of the makeshift catwalk and pirouetted around daintily as the crowd noise got louder and some spectators began to cheer her on. She was quite obviously giving them more of what they really wanted. Wearing tiny micro bikinis that showed off most of a girls body was only a small part of what they had come here to see. Most of the other girls had been too shy to show any more than they already were but my main rival had no such qualms. I could imagine that she was smiling as one of her boobs popped free of the tiny triangular fabric that held it in place and she slowly replaced it, leaving it exposed for just long enough to cause a massive roar of approval from the largely male audience. This girl knew how to please them. I looked at the judges table and saw them smiling and making notes on the paper in front of them. Somehow, I had to do better. I was grateful to Dárcy and Michelle for teaching me how to play to spectators at my earlier 'fashion' showing and I had so much more confidence about showing off my body than when I first started at the strip joint two or three weeks earlier and ended up making a complete fool of myself by running offstage in tears. Meeting Michelle had been the best thing that had happened to me. In just over a week they had taught me how to draw attention to myself by showing off my naughty bits and made me realise the importance of making an audience happy. The young lady walked slowly back to take her place among the girls that had already been out and held her card aloft toward the judges with a satisfied smile. "Number TWENTY!" A nervous young girl stepped forward and shakily made her way out to the end of the catwalk. She had no chance at all, with a full bikini that completely hid her ass cheeks and most of her tiny boobs totally hidden behind the generously cut top. I was holding my card number twenty-three. Just two more girls and I would be out there. I couldn't see my friends from where I stood but I knew they would be watching me. Discretely, I pinched at my nipples and checked that my thong was still securely nestled in between the cheeks of my ass. The other girls were far too quick to have any real chance of winning. The audience had barely murmured during the short time that it took them to reach the end of the catwalk and scamper back to the line-up of other girls. By the time my number was called I had only just barely enough time to prepare myself so that a hint of aureole was showing and my erect nipples were straining against the white fabric of my top. "Number TWENTY-THREE." Remembering everything that I had been taught, I launched myself forward making sure that my cheeks wobbled seductively. I was wearing my most alluring smile as I waved out to the sea of eager faces in the audience. A gentle murmur became louder and before I reached the end of the catwalk I knew that I was getting the young guys excited. Hoarse shouts of approval spurred me to shake and shimmy at the end of the catwalk and rub my hands up and down my body. Predictably, My boobs fell free of their flimsy constraints when I leaned forward and I made a fumbled attempt to replace them as the crowd became even more animated and demanding. The atmosphere was encouraging and I turned to face each side of the stage, smiling and trying to detect the whereabouts of my friends. Suddenly, without any warning I felt ice cold water spraying all over my body and I looked in the direction of the water. Dárcy was holding a water pistol of some sort and wearing an evil smile as he aimed the streams of water at my tiny swimsuit. I looked down and my lover, Michelle was standing next to him waving excitedly and revving up the crowd's response. I could tell by the look on her face that she was doing her best to make sure that the judges could see that the large crowd was indicating their pleasure at my performance. I stayed at the end of the catwalk, lapping up the comments as the crowd urged me to take off my top and show them my tits. I smiled and shook my head, giving them a quick flash before putting them away and making my way back. I wasn't aware, until I joined the other girls and held my number up, that the fabric of my bikini had become almost transparent and to all intents and purposes I was practically naked now. All the judges were smiling at me and feverishly recording their score cards as they looked in my direction and took note of my number. Thanks to Dárcy's efforts I felt sure that I would get a good placing and be very well placed for a prize. Strangely, I felt so comforted by all the good natured cheering and encouragement from the audience that I made no attempt to cover myself up as I waited. I could tell that my pubic hair was showing through the thin fabric and the erect state of my nipples was on display but the judges didn't seem to mind at all. Just a short week ago I would have been utterly horrified to be seen this way but the sun was out and my suit was drying off quickly again before the last girl had been out on the catwalk. With the show ended and the judges busy deciding on the placing's, I readjusted my suit as we waited for the outcome. There was a roar of approval from the crowd as I won first prize and the official placed the winner's sash over me. I did the normal victory walk with the two other placegetters amidst loud cheering. I enjoyed the envious looks from all the other girls as I received the winner's envelope and I made my way back to my friends. Michelle kissed me and walked me back to the car while Dárcy motioned me to sit next to him. "How does it feel to be a star, Olivia?" He was smiling his approval. "I might have a small part lined up for you next week. A friend of mine is shooting a special interest documentary and he might be coming around to see us about appearing in it." He was getting excited now as he told me that Michelle and he were likely to have a part in the film too. "You're on your way to stardom, darling. We knew you could do it." "I'm so proud of you sweetie. I knew you would win!" Michelle got in beside me. She kissed me again. "We love you so much." Michelle had a way of making me feel special to them that boosted my ego and made me try even harder to please them. As we drove home I was happy and contented and I hoped that one day I would be earning enough money to pay them back properly for all their support and encouragement. I cheerfully handed her the envelope. "It's not much but I couldn't have done it without you guys." I didn't object when Michelle undid my bikini top and buried her head into my ample breasts. At first I was afraid that the other motorists might see what she was doing so I slid down in the seat but the time we pulled into our driveway I was so carried away by the love that I felt for my friends that I had lost the bikini bottoms as well. Dárcy had put them in his bag. I was writhing and moaning with delight as they both played with me, bringing on a delicious orgasm. It was as though Michelle couldn't get enough of me and it wasn't until it was time to get out of the car that I realised that I was now totally naked again. Gritting my teeth I crouched low and ran into the house, determined to show Michelle that I had lost much of my earlier fears of being seen this way by the neighbours. I was fully aware that Dárcy wanted me to try making love with him again and I was so wet and juicy down there that I was perfectly willing to try again. Each time it got easier to get him past my tight sphincter muscles but I still failed to swallow all of his length anally. I really wanted to try him out the normal way instead. I pleaded with them both, once he was hard again and to my delight he agreed to let me mount him vaginally, just this once. He said that it would be my special reward for winning the contest. I lowered myself gently onto him until I felt his testicles nestling against my bottom. I had never felt so fulfilled as I realised that I could take all of his huge penis, this way at least, and make it disappear inside me. Facing him, I smiled and kissed him as I moved around and milked him with my vaginal muscles the way I had practised on Michelle's wrist. The heat of his throbbing manhood felt great and even though it still hurt me slightly the pain was bearable when he pulled my hips down each time. Just like I did in the car, I closed my eyes and orgasmed. This time loudly vocalising the joy of being part of their unique family and increasing the speed of my movements, no longer afraid that I would fail to please him yet again. I desperately wanted to show him how much I appreciated the trouble he had taken in furthering my career. Michelle steadied my breasts as I rode him faster until he tensed and I heard his welcome voice boom in my ears. "Incoming missiles!" He flooded my womb with his hot seed and for the very first time I realised that I had actually succeeded in pleasing him properly. It was a proud moment as I felt the pressure subside within me as his penis returned to it's normal flaccid state. Michelle hugged me and helped me off him as his creamy ejaculate dripped slowly down my legs. We both went to work licking him clean and left him resting after we had finished our task. He was smiling contentedly with his eyed closed while we went off to shower. Three days later Michelle heard a knock on our door and ran to see who it was. I was horrified to see her bring a fully dressed man back inside the house. I looked at Dárcy laying on the couch watching a programme on T.V. He was naked as usual and made no effort to cover himself as the man came toward him. I instinctively ducked down behind the kitchen servery out of sight and hoped that he hadn't seen me as he came in. Michelle had been naked as usual when she answered the door and I had been pleased that I hadn't been closer to the door at the time he knocked. It was the first time that some stranger had come to the door and I couldn't believe that Michelle would answer the knock without covering herself up like that. "Where are you Olivia? Come and meet our friend Arnold. Come on sweetheart, he won't bite you, darling." With my arm covering my breasts, I gingerly rose up to see Arnold standing next to Michelle with his arm casually draped across her shoulder and shaking Dárcy's hand. I must have looked as startled as I felt as Michelle spotted me and laughed. "Oh, there you are sweetie. Don't be shy. Come over here and meet Arnold. He makes movies and he might have a job for us soon." She smiled warmly and turned to her friend. "This is Olivia, the young lady that Dárcy was telling you about." I was trapped. I straightened my shoulders and rose to full height, dropping my arm at my side as I put on my best smile and advanced toward them. I was keenly aware of my nudity and held out my hand as I approached, desperately trying to avoid his eyes. I was totally embarrassed to be caught like this, without a stitch of clothing on, but I didn't want to upset my chances of being in a movie. My voice shook embarrassingly as I felt his eyes rove over my body. "What sort of movies do you make?" I shook his hand and pulled my legs tightly together. I hoped that he wouldn't think I was being too forward but I really couldn't think of what else to say. "I'm sorry to---" I was interrupted thankfully. "Wow! You've got nothing to be sorry about my dear. You look to be everything that Dárcy told me you were. You're quite gorgeous and if you can act a little as well, so much the better." Arnold was tall, charming and had a lovely reassuring smile as he complemented my looks and held my hand a little longer than usual. I suddenly felt slightly more at ease and stood away when he let go my hand. I raised my eyes to thank him, nervously shifting my feet as he gazed at me. "Naturally large breasts too, for a change." Arnold continued to appraise my exposed body. "You certainly won't have too much difficulty with my latest project if you want a part in it. You guys too." He beamed, forcing his eyes away from my tits to speak to Dárcy again. "Wouldn't miss it Arnold!" Dárcy acknowledged. Day after tomorrow isn't it?" Michelle joined into the conversation with a smile. "It will be nice to work with you again." "I'll pick you up early on Saturday morning, all three of you. I'm hoping to have another young lady and one of my partners to join us for the day. I'll be meeting them tomorrow, at the beach I think. Could I just get a few shots of Olivia before I go?" Arnold turned back to me. "That is, if you don't mind love?" He was running his eyes over my body again, seemingly fixated by my large breasts, like most men. I just wished that I was dressed. I felt stupid like this. I was about to reply when Dárcy interrupted. "Take as many as you like. She hasn't done any camera work yet. Should be photogenic enough though. Might have to shave her fur off though, to get a decent close-up of her little pussy." Dárcy sneered in a meaningful way. "Can't see all of her pretty little details." Laughing as he pointed out my naked genitals. "This isn't that kind of a movie, my old friend." Arnold was quick to interrupt Dárcy. "You can keep your fur on for now, love." he turned back to me with an easy smile. "I don't usually do that kind of movie, sweetie." Almost apologetically he added. "This one's just an ordinary documentary type thing. None of that nasty close-up stuff. What do you say, baby? Give us a few shots?" "Anything you say, Arnold. What! Just like this?" I smiled. "Yea. It's just to check up on how you look on film, nothing too fancy or special." I was still blushing at their pointed reference to my pubic hair. I kept it trimmed neatly and wanted to keep what little I had. Dárcy, and even Michelle had mentioned that I might have to shave it all off one day soon, but so far I had put it off. As much as I loved the silky smooth look of Michelle's pussy, I enjoyed the fact that my own secret entrance was hidden from view most of the time. I was too ashamed to show my sexual excitement in the same way she did. Even now, with Arnold in the room she sat with her legs apart, noticeably demonstrating every detail of her pink love button with her engorged labia lips barely concealing the entrance to her pink pleasure house as she called it. I was alway amazed by her boldness in showing off her body that way. When she sat in the car she always made sure that she lifted her skirt around her hips before sitting down so that her pussy made contact with the velour seat of her car. She was a real sex maniac, they both were, but I loved Michelle for the way she had trained me to be more like her. Now, I was seeing some results. I had a job at last and I was beginning to get excited. Arnold had a small expensive looking camera with him and he was getting it out in readiness to take my photo. Dárcy went back to watching his TV programme while I looked to Michelle for guidance in striking a pose for Arnold. "How do you want me to pose for you?" I felt awkward and embarrassed. Arnold came to my rescue. He smiled over at me as he checked his camera. "Oh! Just give us a smile and sit on the servery table. We'll do a couple in here and one or two outside in the natural light. Don't worry about your hair. Just run your fingers through it and follow my instruction and we'll get what we need." Arnold took charge and helped me up on the breakfast bar. His touch felt warm and sexy and I allowed him to place me and arrange my body for the first picture. His thumb brushed my nipples and they reacted immediately at his gentle touch. I was tingling with excitement. Standing back he focussed the camera. "Just push out you chest and smile like you want to take me to bed, baby doll." Click "Legs apart!" Click "Play with your hair!" Click "Lift your left leg and spread it, sweetie." Click - Click. I followed his instructions and smiled but I was acutely aware that I was opening myself up completely to Arnold and was embarrassed by the subsequent tension in my nipples. I was actually getting turned on by showing off my body for Arnold this way. I had known him for only a few minutes and I was behaving as though I was inviting sex with Michelle. She was smiling at me and encouraging me to spread my pussy lips, demonstrating what she wanted me to do with her own body just behind Arnold. I blushed and lifted my other leg, running my forefinger through my lips and parting them for Arnold, preparing to hold my lips back so that he could see my shiny pink clit in all it's glory. I bit my lower lip as Arnold turned around to see Michelle demonstrating what I should do. Click-- Click He took two of Michelle as she pouted her gorgeous pussy lips at him unashamedly. I got the idea. "That's the way." Arnold was getting excited now. He turned back to me. "Just give us a quick flash darling." Click -Click. By the time we went out into the back yard I was thoroughly familiar with the routine and posed without blushing anymore. I was amazed as I brazenly bent over and showed him my ass, holding my cheeks apart so he could capture my little rosebud. I had often been asked to do this sort of thing at the peep show and I remembered hating every minute but there was something reassuring about doing this for Arnold with Michelle watching over me. "That's a wrap!" Arnold was out of film. "Jeez Baby! You sure know how to make me keep taking shots." "Was I alright? "Better than that, darling! You have star quality there." Arnold was smiling broadly as the camera rewound and he looked at me. "That was just sensational!" I ran back to join him as we all walked into the house again. My titties jiggled uncomfortably but I didn't care. He liked me. Wow! things were really moving along for me now. I was wet between the legs and eager to hear what he had to say about the movie that he was going to put us all in. My days of moping around the house with no prospects of a job, when my friends weren't having sex with me, might be over at last. I congratulated myself on my good fortune in meeting Michelle and accepting her unusual training methods. Even meeting Arnold in the altogether had paid off, just as Michelle had promised. "Now look! I'm not making any wild promises, you understand. I have this project for one of my regular clients. They want something unusual and a bit spicy for a late night slot on the pay channels. My partner has this girl who hates wearing clothes by all accounts and likes showing off in public." Dárcy pricked up his ears at the mention of some free spirited young lady and turned off the TV to listen more closely. "Like I was saying, my client is so keen to produce some footage of this girl that they have given me free rein to put something together for them. My idea is to go somewhere, probably on a closed set, and shoot a few hours of film with a few members of the public around and have two or three other people accompany her as she goes around naked." He paused and looked at Dárcy. "You guys should be perfect and young Olivia here has certainly got what it takes to make it more interesting." I sat on the arm of the couch, next to Dárcy, all ears now. I was a bit worried about what he was saying but it sounded like he might have a bit more work for us. "Look, I'll get it all together tomorrow and get back to you as soon as I can. All day on Saturday alright by you people at this stage?" "Sounds alright to us." Dárcy spoke for all of us. "Usual hourly rate is it?" Abduction Aftermath: Olivia Ch. 3 "I'll put the three of you in at say, $30-00." "Make it Forty, no funny stuff though? We don't mind, but the price might have to be looked at." Dárcy was rubbing his chin. "You got a deal!" Arnold smiled as he shook Dárcy's hand again. "Forty each, just straight nudity, all day and maybe a couple more next week if it all works out." "As long as it's done by the following weekend. My friends in the country want us on set next weekend. I promised them I would bring Olivia to try out for a part. She's almost ready." Dárcy was grinning with delight as they made the deal. I was thrilled to be part of this movie of Arnolds. It couldn't be too bad to get forty bucks an hour all day. The other thing was that Dárcy reckoned I was almost ready to act in this other movie for his friends in the country movie set. I jumped up as Arnold turned to leave and walked with Michelle to the front door, totally forgetting about my nakedness now. I knew that I would have to get used to that, sooner or later, I guess. I was excited by the fact that I would be earning enough money to pay my way in the family and I figured that I was finally on my way to stardom. I was curious about this other girl and wondered what she looked like. "Is this other girl big, like me?" I gingerly lifted my breast toward Arnold with a coy smile. "Hell no!" Arnold grinned as he checked out my tit with a delighted expression. "Bloody small compared to you two." He smiled at Michelle. "Make hers look like ant hills compared to you guys." He stood at the open door as if trying to think what she actually looked like. "Hang on! I might have one of her photos in the car. Do you want to see it?" He was looking at me with a relaxed expression. "The main thing that she has going for her is her bloody willingness to show off everything she's got. I mean everything, ANYWHERE." Arnold was getting more excited, just talking about her. "Main street, downtown, office building. She'd probably spread them out on the police chief's desk if we wanted her to." Michelle was interested too, now. "Really! You say you have a photo of her?" She was curious now. "Likes showing off more even than I do?" Looking hurt. "She's been busted before but she doesn't seem to care. She just keeps right on going. I'll see if I've got that shot and you'll see what I mean. Right out on the fucking main street no less." He excused himself to go to the car. To Be Continued... Abduction Aftermath Olivia Ch. 4 To my horror, Michelle grabbed my arm and pulled me outside the house with her to follow her friend Arnold as he walked to his large sedan. There was a lot of traffic noise and cars were streaming by the front gate at regular intervals. There was a contractor mowing the lawn next door and he was walking away from us at the moment but he was mowing in a circular pattern and he would be turning soon and facing toward us. The hedge wasn't really high enough to hide the fact that Michelle and I had nothing on. I was terrified and embarrassed. "Oh! Don't worry girls. I'll get you that photo if you like and bring it back for you." His eyes widened in astonishment. He was as surprised as I was that Michelle was so apparently so keen to see the photo of his heroine that she was prepared to leave the house, where just about anyone could see us, and walk out to the car with him totally naked, as we both were. I could detect the respect in his eyes at Michelle's audacity as she insisted on following him out to the car like this, though. "It's good training for my young Olivia. She's not afraid to show off a bit too, you know. I bet she could do anything this other young hussy could do after a bit more training." Michelle looked at Arnold defiantly with a wry smile on her face. "You'll see!" Her pride was hurt and she seemed determined to show Arnold that her and I could easily emulate the feats of this other young girl that he had spoken so glowingly about. My eyes shifted rapidly back and forth, hoping that Michelle might change her mind but it was no use. We were still headed for the car that was parked behind Dárcy's and I knew that it wouldn't be long before the man that was mowing the lawn next door would turn toward us. He was nearly at the end of his straight run, away from us and within the next minute he would be facing back toward us. I felt sick to my stomach with nerves as we approached Arnold's big gleaming car and I wished the ground would open up beneath us to hide our nudity from the young contractor next door. It was bad enough that we were almost at the roadside and the cars all seemed to be slowing down for a better look as they passed. My prayers were answered when Arnold opened up both the passenger doors of his car and motioned for Michelle to enter the front seat. "You'd better get into the car girls. You're bound to cause an accident shortly if you don't!" He grinned as he nodded his head toward the adjacent roadside where someone had just stepped on his brakes with a tortured screech. "They aren't used to seeing two lovely young ladies dressed this way, obviously." I gratefully dived into the back seat and slammed the door firmly shut behind me, breathing heavily as I turned to look out the window at the mower man. He was just standing there in a daze with his motor-mower running, looking straight at me. I lowered down in the seat instinctively as Arnold walked around the car to get in the drivers seat beside Michelle. Michelle just closed her door slowly, waving out to the young man with a big smile on her face. "Like the show?" She called out the open window. "We're going back inside shortly, Honey. Won't be long!" She added, turning her back to him to wait for Arnold to get in. I realised that this was not the first time she had flashed her body at the handsome young man. He waved back. "I'll be waiting, Missus Travers." He yelled back to Michelle as he started work on his lawns again. I hadn't heard anyone else refer to Michelle as Mrs Travers before. She encouraged everyone to call her by her given name, Michelle. I was breathing normally, now I was safely inside the car. Thank God, Arnold could see how nervous I was and invite us into his car like that. I smiled at him as he got in and thanked him for his curtesy. "Gee thanks Arnold. I wasn't looking forward to standing there outside while you found the photo. It's real nice of you." "That's alright baby." He smiled at me. "Now, where did I put that photo?" He looked in the glove box and the parcel shelf and then turned back to me. "Ah! There it is! Pass us that brown envelope next to your right leg. You nearly sat on it." Pointing beside me with a big smile. "That's the one." He indicated the envelope that he referred to and I handed it over to him without looking at it. The car smelt new and the seating was soft and comfortable. I wished I could just stay with Arnold and not have to get back out of the car. It was so embarrassing to know that soon I would have to leave the warm interior of Arnold's flash car and run, assuming that Michelle would let me, back inside the house. I had a sinking horrible feeling that she would enjoy showing me off to him too, the way she had done with Arnold. I looked back at him and noticed that he had stopped mowing his lawn and was fiddling with the motor and looking back at Arnold's car every so often. He caught my eye and I quickly looked back at Arnold, hoping he hadn't noticed my interest in him. God! How bloody embarrassed I was. -------------------------------- It wouldn't be long now and I would have to leave the car and reveal my naked body to that young friend of Michelle's again. My nipples grew and got all hard and tingly, in spite of the way I felt. I was sick with worry at the thought of having to stand there in the open while Michelle made me open my legs and maybe even let him touch me down there, like Darcy did the first time I met him. My nipples were almost bursting with pressure as I considered how it might make me feel. I still hated Dárcy for poking his finger up there and sniffing his finger afterward. Over the last week I had almost got used to it and after all he was 'family' I suppose. I thought it was quite creepy and kinky at first, for him to smell my womanly juices in that disgusting way. It started off gradually enough but these days it happened far too often for my liking. He would call me over and make me stand there with my legs apart until he was satisfied that I was being properly obedient, as he called it. Then he would make me ask him for a check up before he inserted his finger into my waiting vagina. Once he made me stand there for ages and play with myself because I didn't ask him straight away. In the end I begged him for a check up. He reckoned he could tell how hot I was to take his cock up my arse that way. { His words} He was a real pervert but I always put up with it for Michelle's sake. I was just glad he hadn't done it to me while Arnold was there. Too interested in his bloody TV I suppose. As grateful as I was for him getting me work, it was the one thing that I really hated about him. He was so fucking sure of himself. Still, he did get me this neat job? -------------------------------- "Stop dreaming girl!" She smiled. "Where were you?" I looked up and Michelle handed me a full sized photo of Arnold's young heroine. I was startled to see a naked attractive young girl with pierced nipples and something shiny hanging in front of her smoothly shaved pussy lips, standing on tip toe waving toward the camera. Beside her were a group of well dressed professional looking bystanders looking at her body. I could see that it was somewhere close to the city and there were heaps of people and cars all around the area. "Christ! Is this for real? You don't want me to do that for your movie do you?" I was startled and the words slipped out before I realised that I was a guest in my prospective employer's car, with absolutely nothing on myself. "I'm sorry-- I mean--" I blushed. "Don't you worry, baby. She's one of a kind though isn't she?" Arnold was obviously proud of her, whoever she was. "Is that right in the middle of the city, for real?" I stammered as I handed the photo back to Arnold. "Wow! It looks like it. Did you set it up that way?" I was dumbfounded, but anxious not to blow my chance at stardom. I forced a smile as he took the print back. "My partner took that shot but it is definitely close to the city centre, baby doll." Arnold smiled proudly. " Her name is Katrina and she lives with my partner. We don't expect anything like that from you though. Don't worry. You'll be meeting her in person the day after tomorrow but we will probably be shooting on a closed set somewhere." He sounded reassuring as he turned back to Michelle. "See you guys on Saturday then." He turned to me. "Don't worry baby, there not much traffic around at the moment. It might pay to run inside now before the next lot of cars come by." He advised. I looked at the road and saw that there wasn't much traffic so I numbly opened the door. The young man was still waiting for me to get out but it appeared that I had little option but to gratify him. Michelle was already out of the car and she stayed to close my door after she guided me back out of Arnold's car. The moment I dreaded had arrived. I knew that the young guy was staring at me, although I averted my eyes from his interested gaze and covered my breasts as best I could. I edged around behind Michelle and ran for cover. I was grateful that she didn't scold me for holding by arm over my breasts for both concealment and support as I ran back toward the house ahead of her. I could feel the young man's eyes following me as I ran and heard him whistle in appreciation. It was so embarrassing. I half expected her to call me back but to my relief, she didn't. I scooted up the front steps and hid behind the open front door before I looked back to see Arnold backing his car and Michelle standing in the middle of the driveway waving goodbye to him. He whistled at her too. She acknowledged the handsome young contractor with a brief wave but didn't stop to speak to him, thank God. She seemed to be puzzled about something and walked slowly back toward me. Her mind was obviously somewhere else and I hoped that she wasn't angry with me for running off ahead of her. I felt ashamed that I had left her on her own but it was bad enough getting out of the car in front of that young man's eyes without hanging around to give him a better look at my naked body while I waited for Michelle. I was also relieved that she hadn't spoken to him because I was afraid she might call me back to introduce him to me. I had visions of her making me take my hands off my breasts so that he could look at them properly. I knew that she was proud to show them off but I just couldn't bear the thought of standing outside naked, while she bragged about how big they were. In private, I loved to hear her complements but after she lovingly demonstrated how responsive my nipples were to Arnold, I was scared that she might do the same again to me in front of the handsome young stranger next door. I shuddered at the thought as she walked through the door and I closed it again behind her with an audible sigh. She was a million miles away. "Could you go to your room, darling?" She muttered as she turned to me. She had a strange, worried expression on her face. "I need to talk to Dárcy privately for a minute or two." "Have I done something wrong?" I asked, getting worried. "No sweetheart, I just need some space." She smiled. "Just shut your door behind you and I won't be long." "Just let me know when you're done Michelle." I said weakly. Obediently I left them to it, whatever it was I was in no position to argue with my lover. My heart was pounding as I sat on my bed and wondered what was wrong. I could hear Michelle shouting at Dárcy but I couldn't hear what was being said. I laid down on my bed and curled up into the foetal position. It was the first time that I hadn't been included in their conversation. It couldn't be about sex. Michelle loved to let me watch them and often urged me to participate in every conceivable type of sex play that she and Dárcy often indulged in. She would always watch as he did those disgusting things to me and usually comfort me afterward. I was part of her family. I was totally mystified about her strange behaviour when she left the car and since she came inside. I closed my eyes and sobbed quietly. I kept wondering if maybe I should have been bolder and even talked to that guy when he whistled, instead of running inside the house like a startled rabbit. What was worse was the way my nipples had hardened up while I was in the car, thinking about him feeling me up. Arnold hadn't really touched me down there but I wouldn't really have minded if he did. He was really cool. Well dressed and suave with a brand new car, he was really nice to me too. I hated myself for thinking this way but Dárcy was really beginning to disgust me with his kinky demands. I would never be able to take that monstrous cock of his and enjoy it like Michelle did. I couldn't help wondering what she saw in him, apart from his penis. When we were alone together I enjoyed sex with her though. It was beautiful and she really loved me. Oh, what could they be talking about. I was losing my mind with worry. "It's alright sweetheart. You can come out now." Michelle was beaming and happy again. "Sorry if I worried you darling. It's just that I had to discuss a bit of business with Dárcy." She was actually laughing again. "I thought you were angry with me." I ventured cautiously. "How could I ever be angry with you my love?" She giggled. "You mean everything to me. You know that." She put her arm around me and gave me a kiss and lead me back to the living room. Dárcy was subdued and I gave Michelle a hand to make dinner while he hardly looked at me. Now, he was deep in thought. It didn't worry me too much about Dárcy's strange mood but I couldn't help wondering what had been said in my absence. Things were more or less back to normal and the next day Michelle and I went shopping on our own. I didn't even object when she displayed my bare bottom to the people behind us at the supermarket by lifting my dress briefly. It was better that, than standing in front of her husband Dárcy while he made me ask him for a check up. My friends both had their own strange little peculiarities and I was learning to live with them. We stayed away most of the day, enjoying ourselves. I realised that I was starting to become far more confident and assured in the poised way that I walked and held my head high. Things were going my way. A movie tomorrow and the possibility of further work next week. Dárcy and Michelle wouldn't discuss details about that other movie offer that they thought I would get the following weekend but kept telling me that I would love working with them, out in the country at their friend's studio. They made it sound great and I was looking forward to going away with them at the end of next week. Michelle had made me realise that it was no use being too inhibited about nudity. Most big stars started off that way and if I wanted to get work I just had to get over it. I was buzzing with real excitement at the thought of meeting Arnold again and working with the young girl in the photo. She was certainly one of a kind, like he told us. Dárcy hardly spoke to me again when we got home and he went out to the bar on his own that night and didn't get home till late. I began to believe that Michelle must have told Dárcy off about the ever increasing frequency of him indulging that nasty habit of sticking his finger up me. I had been a whole twenty-four hours without him doing that to me since Arnold came to see us. However, I thought it best not to mention it to Michelle in case I annoyed her. Arnold arrived early the next morning and Dárcy and Michelle got into the front seat to make room for Katrina and his partner Monica to sit with me in the back. Arnold told us that he had arrange to go horse-riding and everything was organised. He asked if I had ridden before. I giggled but knew he meant riding horses and I informed him that I had often ridden ponies as a child and I had grown up on a farm. "No worries!" I told him. "I'm really looking forward to it." I sat in the back of Arnold's comfortable car and listened as he talked to Dárcy and Michelle, gathering that they had known each other for quite some time and enjoyed the ride, stretching out like the film star that I aspired to be. Things appeared to be looking up for me at last. * * *AUTHOR'S NOTES * * * The rest of the events that day were covered in detail in my earlier series Ábduction Chapters One through to Chapter Three from Katrina's point of view. I want to thank those that have read my other works and if they haven't read 'The Wilful Exhibitionist' series, urge them to do so. 'Abduction' series followed that and the current series brings everyone up to date. I plan to write more about the events before the trial of the abductors and the setting up of AMKO film company using the same characters as I have developed so far. I know some of you have read the lot so far and enjoyed the various plot twists. Some of you thought that 'Abduction' 3 moved along a bit too quickly but I had my reasons. I hope you will Bare {She laughs} with me while I attend to other interests for a short break. My husband tells me I am spending too much time writing but I do enjoy the comments I receive. Thank you for reading this latest series, Barbara Anne Adams.