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Trapped

By: renee77



She called again last night. I'd told her that my mom had "trap and block" as well as caller ID but she said she didn't care, I belonged to her and that was that.

God, I was so afraid my mom would walk-in when she was on the phone, especially when her husband got on a 3-way call. They demanded I say things to them that, if my mom heard, she'd probably disown me. I've still got to graduate from high school and then there's college.

OK, I'm 18 and an adult but I still live at home and my mom has made it clear that as long as I'm there, I'll abide by her rules. I really didn't or don't have a problem with that, really. It's just, I want to follow her rules but my "forbidden" desires sometimes so overwhelm me that I just throw caution to the wind.

That's what happened when I responded to an e-mail that was sent to me by accident, or so they said.

The e-mail read, 'Hi, bored with the mundane spam that infects most computers? Write back and let's discuss other options.'

Well OK, I get tons and tons of unsolicited e-mail every day so I thought, 'why not'. Besides, the message came on a day I didn't have any papers for school due and my p/t job hours had been shifted so there I was, surfing. 

My reply to the e-mail got me this reply, 'We're so glad you responded, you, like us must be ready to scream over the number and type of spam people are sending. Do you have or use a chat channel? If so, what is it and you name? We'd love to chat with you. We are Diane and Wayne.'

As I said, I found myself with not much else to do unless I wanted to get dressed and go to the Mall. I know, I could have picked up a book to read, but I didn't. I replied, 'My name is Leslie. I go by sweetone on chat and I use xxxx. So, what do you do about all the spam? I just usually delete the whole folder and don't even look at any of the messages.'

Usually I'm very shy and timid until I get to know someone but the net sort of makes everyone a little bolder. I know it does me. I mean, I'm still very submissive even with people I know and will probably always be.

Well, our messages proceeded to go back and forth as I wasn't ready quite yet to just jump on a chat channel with Diane and Wayne. That sorta bothered me, Wayne, a man. I'd never been with a man and certainly hadn't ever chatted with one so wasn't to sure what to expect. Funny huh, here I was in my bedroom, several states away from where they said they lived and I was still nervous about being with a man. Just teenage jitters I guess.

Anyhow, we finally got on a chat channel and our conversations seemed to just sort of drift to sex. At first I wasn't to aware of what was happening but it seemed I was soon telling them my most intimate desires and fantasies. Then, to my disbelief, I told them in detail about how I fantasized about being with a woman for the first time, exploring everything.

Even as I was telling them about my fantasies, I was appalled that I continued to respond to Diane's asking more and more probing questions. I guess I was just caught in a stupor and did what she was asking -- telling me what to do.

Before I knew it, we'd been chatting for over 3 hours. We did this many times but 3 hours was the longest. I felt totally drained but for some reason, was very sexually excited at the same time. Wayne didn't write much as I remember, occasionally he'd put in a short statement, comment or ask a question but I was so totally engrossed, I guess I didn't even realize I was chatting with him and not her.

We agreed to get back on-line a couple of days later. My mom was going to be out of town on a weekend business meeting and I'd have all afternoon, evening and night. I couldn't believe how excited I became during the next couple of days as I thought back over what we'd chatted about and how it had made me feel. The feeling of anticipation of chatting with her again had taken over my thoughts.

Our chat wasn't but about an hour old when Diane demanded I give her my phone number and for me to meet them that night at a local club. In our initial chat I'd told her I lived in Dallas. What I didn't know was that they were quite wealthy and could travel anywhere they wanted, whenever they wanted. Seems they'd flown to Dallas and gotten a suite at the Anatole hotel on Stemmons just waiting for me to contact them on the chat line.

I'd never been to a club, I don't drink, so I said, "Well, maybe I could meet you at Friday's? The one on Abrams is fairly close to me." 

"You be there by 8:00 p.m." Diane demanded. "Wear your high school outfit and no bra or panties". 

Her words cut into me as I realized I'd progressed to a point where I didn't seem to be able to think for myself. No bra or panties.. oh my God, what had I gotten myself into, I thought. I never go out without panties. Bra, yes, sometimes but have to be careful cause, even though am very small in the chest area, my nipples do give me away sometimes.

'No panties or bra...oh God', the idea went through my mind like fire over and over. In Friday's. 'Good thing it's dark in most of the areas', I thought. Even though I have teeny breasts, my nipples can really protrude sometimes, especially if it's cold; they rub against my blouse or, I'm totally excited. My breasts are so sensitive; I had made myself cum several times by just manipulating them. I remember them growing as long as an eraser as I was dressing as instructed.

The drive to Fridays seemed to be over before I knew it. I was so agitated from what was said and how I was dressed, my biggest worry was whether I'd put a damp spot on the back of my pleated school dress. I put a throw over my shoulder as I just wasn't ready to walk into Fridays with a white blouse on that had two pointed headlights for all to see.

They'd sent me some pictures when we were chatting so I started looking for a couple in their late-40's. He had been described as being 6'2", 200 with dark hair slightly graying at the temples. She's said she was 5'11" but would be wearing 3" heels so stood a towering 6'2". Her description, as stated by Wayne, was 140, 36C, 35, 37. So I looked for the tallest brunette woman in the place. 

The couple standing at the bar just watching me matched what they'd said and the pictures they'd sent, although the pictures were probably a few years old. Anyhow, they did look quite attractive but they made me uncomfortable just watching me and smiling. I didn't know whether to wait for them or approach. 

Diane made the decision for me and motioned for me to follow them to a table. They'd been there for a few minutes and had already selected a table and had a Sprite waiting for me.

My 5'3" was dwarfed by both Dianne towering over me by a full 11" as she'd also told me to wear flats. They didn't touch me at all even when I had to slide into the booth. Wayne got on one side and Diane on the other. Diane moved right up against me while Wayne sat some distance away, near the edge of the booth.

"So Kitten", Dianne started, "You've done well by obeying my instructions on being on time. How about the other things?" 

With her question, she moved the throw off of my shoulder and flicked her fingers across my left breast nipple. I jumped from the electric shock I got from her touch. Wayne just watched and smiled. His watching made me nervous but, at the same time, I felt tingly all over too.

"Good sweetie, your nipples are just like I love them. They are going to please me a lot, as you are. I'm not to happy you wore this over your shoulders. It's not that chilly out. Now, how about down here?" As she spoke, her hand slowly moved up my thigh and ever so slowly and gently, touched my outer lips. I was so wet and I knew she was going to know soon too. I was as naked and bare as she had ordered me to be. 

It was dark but people were all around. It was a typical Saturday night at Fridays and lots of people were there. Also, the waiters just seemed to hover right around our table. I didn't know whether to jump up and run out or hide under the table. I just knew everyone must know what Dianne was doing to me.

They had a drink, I don't even remember what and my Sprite was still half full when Dianne pulled me up and walked me to the door leaving Wayne to pay the bill.

A huge limousine was sitting at the front door. A Lincoln limousine Town Car, Dianne pushed me into the back seat and got in and was hugging me almost before the door closed. She was kissing my face and neck and telling me how much I was going to love doing things to her. Wayne got in facing us still with that peculiar smile on his face.

Everything was happening so fast, I still was in sort of a daze. She was totally gorgeous and she virtually reeked of sex. She had on a black silk wrap-around dress that, when she'd gotten up from the booth opened and showed lots of beautiful leg. One of the legs now was almost totally out of her dress. I found myself kissing her back when she powerfully pulled my head to hers and started kissing me, forcing my mouth open. 

Suddenly she just sat up, opened her dress and I saw she was dressed as I was except I had a blouse on and she a dress, nothing else. Her breasts were fantastic, just slight sag, but full and her areola was large and very dark. The nipples were like mine, quite long and extended. 

Where I keep my bush in a Bikini trim most of the time, sometimes shaved, she had so much hair between her legs, it was massive. I was immediately overwhelmed with desire to look inside her massive bush. 

Trapped



Figures, Alyssa thought to herself as she got the jammed fax from the machine. This has got to be one of the worst Mondays on record. First she was late to work, then she had to stay late because of this fax. At least I got to see him, she thought. He was Eric, the tall, muscular man with the black hair, blue eyes, lean face who worked two floors up from her. She saw him everyday and couldn't stop the flutter in her heart, the tingling of her skin when she did. Sometimes he would look at her but she always looked away, she was so shy. 

She started to daydream about what it would be like to be with him. The feel of his hands caressing her skin, those luscious lips on her neck kissing gently and his hard body pressed up against her. Shaking herself, she came out of the daydream. Oh it's so late she thought; I bet I'm the only one left in the building. It was an older building where she worked on the sixth floor, but she hated taking the elevator. It always seemed about to stop working. Hoping to get out of the building soon, she began to pack up what she would need to take home to work on. Turning off the lights in the office she headed for the elevator, pressing the down button. 

When the doors slid open, she barely stopped the gasp from her throat. There he was, the only other person in the elevator, staring at her. Gripping her briefcase tightly she hesitantly gave him a small smile and stepped inside. As the doors closed she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Oh he is so handsome, she thought. Determined to keep her mind off him she began to go over what to have for dinner in her mind. Suddenly the elevator lurched and the lights went out; she was thrown against him, knocking them both to the floor before it all came to a stop. 

In the darkness her first thought was how great he felt under her hands; her second was that she should get off him.

"I'm so sorry" she said as she rolled off him to sit up.

"Its okay," he said, as she heard him sitting up too.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I'm not sure but let me try the phone here," he said. She could hear him moving around, she heard the panel open, heard him pick up the phone and hit the button a few times. It was so very nerve racking to not be able to see him. He put the phone back and said, "It's out also". Oh no she thought.

"How do we get help, then?" she asked.

"I think we have to wait it out," he said back. His voice was so silky smooth, she thought to herself. I bet it could make a woman melt when making love. She moved a little to get more comfortable.

"Maintenance doesn't come in until seven in the morning," she said.

"I know," he replied.

They sat in silence for a while. The silence was disconcerting but she didn't know what to say. She began to move a little, sitting was starting to hurt her back.

"How long do you think we will be here?" she asked softly, not wanting to disturb him.

"I would guess until morning, since we were the last two in the building," he said just as softly. Letting the silence fall again, they sat; her eyes were beginning to adjust some to where she could make some semblance of him across from her. She began to think back to her earlier daydream. Stop it, she thought to herself, you are alone with him now you do not need to be thinking like that. She heard him begin to move, it seemed he was coming closer. Her breathing stopped as the scent of him reached her, masculine and musky, he smelled wonderful.

She had wanted him for so long, never having the nerve to talk to him. Jumping slightly as she felt his hand on her leg, she heard him say, "Sorry didn't mean to do that".

"It's alright," she replied. Thinking about how hot it was becoming, she unbuttoned a few more buttons on her blouse, thankful for the darkness. Reaching into her briefcase, she grabbed the bottle of water she always had with her. Taking a sip from it she offered some to him. "Would you like some water?"

Reaching toward him, her hand brushed his sending shivers down her spine; he took the bottle. "Thanks," he said as he settled in next to her. She could hear him swallowing slowly. Feeling the bottle on her arm, she took it back and set it on the floor next to her. Sitting in silence, lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice at first that he seemed to be removing something. Listening intently she could hear the rustle of his jacket being taken off. "It's very hot in here," he said.

She could barely breathe, she only thought of him stripping next to her. Finally she found her voice, "Yes, it is." Her mind wandering to what he would look like naked, she had to unbutton more buttons on her shirt. Thinking of how good it would feel to have his hands on her body, she began to squirm as her body responded to the thought. Her breathing became more rapid as the mental picture continued to play in her mind. 

She felt his hand on her arm, turning her head toward him she whispered throatily, "Yes". Sensing his mouth moving closer she tilted her head back; softly he laid his lips on hers. At first the kiss was gentle, probing for answers to questions not even asked yet. Her lips parted slightly, his tongue slipped in exploring the deepest secrets as her mouth told them all. His hand reached up to cup her face as he pulled back slightly.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back, her senses too overwhelmed to say more. Shifting closer she placed her lips back against his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Kissing him with all the passion she had kept inside, her body melting into his. Feeling them slide to the floor, her on top of him, she couldn't stop the moan that escaped from her lips. He felt so good against her. 

Lost in the sensations running through her body she didn't realize he had removed her top until she felt his lips leave hers. Lifting her body up, his mouth traveled down her neck to kiss gently on the slope of her breast. She gasped as his hot mouth engulfed her nipple through the bra, sucking gently on it. Moaning loudly, she moved to straddle him, her skirt riding up. She could feel how hard he was against her wetness. Her hands reached down to undo his trousers, hastily tearing at the button and zipper. She wanted to feel that hardness in her hands. Finally getting the pants undone, she reached her hand inside. She heard him gasp as her hand wrapped around his hardness. The feel of it against her hand sent bolts of lust through her body. He reached around her to undo her bra, freeing her aching breasts. 

Sitting back, she allowed him to remove the bra. He tossed the bra aside and leaned up to take one nipple in his mouth. Panting, she began to lightly stroke his hard cock. She could feel the moan that came from him as her hand moved up and down. She protested as his mouth left her nipple, he sat up taking her mouth again. Alyssa could feel the need racing through her body as his tongue delved deep in her mouth. She removed her hand from his hardness, causing him to murmur a protest as they kissed. Her hands moved up to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt. She wanted to run her hands over that hard chest, to feel the hair and every inch of skin. Breaking the kiss, she began to lick her way down his chin, past his throat, following the opening of his shirt with her lips. He leaned back to give her better access to his body. Undoing the last button, she slipped the shirt from his shoulders, letting it pool behind him as her mouth found his nipple. Licking it lightly as her hands roamed over his chest. She could feel his heart beating, the pace matching hers as the desire took over their bodies. Sucking his nipple into her mouth, she began to lightly nibble on it causing him to groan loudly. It echoed in the still elevator. 

He pulled her mouth off of his nipple and began to kiss her passionately again. Wrapping his arms around her tightly he rolled them over. Leaning back she could feel his stare on her in the darkness. His hand moved up to cup her face before slowly making a light trail down her body. Shivers ran through her body at the touch. She felt his hands reach her skirt, undoing the zipper on the side. Lifting her hips toward him, she could feel the skirt slip down her legs. He moved to her feet pulling it completely off. She heard the skirt fall to the floor as he tossed it aside. 

Eric picked up her foot, caressing it lightly with his fingertips. Drawing it close to his face, she felt his lips on the side. He kissed his way slowly along her foot up her calf. She moaned loudly at how erotic it felt to have him kissing her leg. Alyssa felt his hand slowly trailing up her other leg, setting small flames along her skin. Her head thrown back, panting as her body was on fire. His lips kissed their way up one thigh as his hand made small circles along her other thigh. She didn't know if she could stand the feeling coursing through her body.

Alyssa's breathe halted as she felt his breath near her wetness. Oh how she wanted his mouth on her, to feel that tongue along her slit, tasting her. The anticipation was maddening as he simply breathed her in as his finger traced her lips. Feeling his breath on her, she moved her hips trying to slip his finger inside her. Eric moved his hand to grip her hip causing her to whimper at the loss. Flicking his tongue out, he made one long lick from the bottom to the top of her slip. Her body jumped at the feel of his hot tongue against her. 

With another long lick along her slit, her hips lifted up against his mouth. She tangled her fingers in Eric's hair, pulling his mouth deeper into her. His tongue delved deep inside her, while his mouth sucked hard on her clit. Moaning in ecstasy, her body pressed into the floor. His mouth continued to tease her lips, his tongue darting in and out of her. Alyssa could feel her orgasm building. Her mind filled with the emotions his mouth was creating. Wave after wave of bliss crashing through her body as his tongue flicked over and over her clit. Alyssa's body tightened as her orgasm slammed into her. Screaming out, her body arched against his mouth, her orgasm rolled through her body. With one last long lick against her wetness, Eric moved up her body to passionately kiss her. 

Kissing with all the emotion running through her body, Alyssa held on tight to Eric. She moved her hands slowly down his sides to his pants, pushing them down as their tongues danced a lover's dance. He stood up over her to remove his pants completely, she heard them hit the floor before he once again settled on top of her. 

Alyssa opened her legs, welcoming him in. Gripping his face, she traced her fingers over his face, seeing in her mind what she couldn't with her eyes in the darkness. She could feel his hardness pressing against her wet slit. Eric reached down to rub it against her causing her to moan and her hips to lift off the floor seeking more. She wanted him inside her, to feel it sliding along her inner walls. He moaned as just the head slipped inside. Bending down to kiss her, he slowly slipped inside her. As their tongues made love, his body melted into her. Eric held still as his hips meet hers, enjoying the feel of her. 

Gripping his shoulders tightly, she began to move under him wanting him to make love to her. Slowly he began to withdraw from her until he almost left her warmth. She whimpered at the feel of him leaving and gasped loudly as he slid back in. It felt every bit as wonderful as she had thought. His body fit perfectly with hers. Over and over he slid in then back out of her. Her hips lifted to meet his every thrust. As he leaned up over her, her mouth sought out his nipple. Alyssa took it into her mouth, sucking greedily on it. The sound of their rapidly increasing breath and beating hearts was all they heard as he made love to her. 

Alyssa could feel her orgasm building inside her once again. Eric's strokes became quicker and quicker as his own orgasm built. Pulling him down to meet her mouth, she slipped her tongue inside. Kissing him as her body tightened around him. Her orgasm rushed through her body, soaking them both. She felt Eric tighten above her as his own orgasm was triggered by hers. Warmth flooded her insides, coating everything inside as his orgasm peaked. Arching his back above her as the last of his orgasm emptied into her. Collapsing onto her, he wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly.

Alyssa tightened her hold on Eric, listening. She thought she'd heard a voice. There now she heard it clearly. "Is anyone in there?"

Jumping at the sound, they quickly broke apart. Sitting up, grasping for their clothes in the darkness, neither knew what to say. Finally Eric called out "Yes, we are here."

It took almost twenty minutes for the maintenance men to get them out of the elevator. In the time they had left together, neither Alyssa nor Eric spoke, not sure what to say after such incredible lovemaking. As they parted on the first floor, their eyes met. In them, they could see the promise of another night. 

Later she found out that the power failure had trigged a silent alarm which notified them that there was a problem. Not knowing if anyone had left late the man had decided to come to the building and check for himself. Eric and she had been in the elevator for only three hours. That night Alyssa curled up in her bed and in her mind she relived every single touch and sound from earlier. It had been the most erotic night of her life.



Trapped



Trapped in a city where everything was unfamiliar, Kate wondered again how she got herself into this mess. How could she have been so stupid as to fall for that loser's lies? Now she was apparently going to pay for it. 

It had all started so innocently. She had been at the bar with her girlfriends, flirting with a couple of different guys and really thought she had connected with the handsome man with the piercing blue eyes. He seemed to look right into her and warm her insides. So, when he got up and headed to leave the room, her heart dropped. But just as he was about to disappear out of sight, he looked back at Kate with a look that seemed to beckon her. She just couldn't help herself; she followed after him like a love sick schoolgirl, through the winding back corridors of the bar, past closed doors and ended at a door that was slightly ajar. She gently toed it open and peeked inside. There was the handsome man, sitting at a desk looking at her. He smiled...and that smile melted every sense of self that Kate had.

"Come on in," he invited. "It's great to finally meet you Kate." 

That seemed to wake her up a bit. How did he know her name? What was going on here? So she asked those exact questions.

"Kate, I've been watching you for the past couple of nights and I believe that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I would like to take you somewhere to get to know you better than I ever could in the bar scene." He paused to let that sink in. "I would like to take you to the city, stay in the penthouse at one of the best hotels and treat you the way a woman as wonderful as you should be treated."

Warning bells should have been going off in Kate's mind, but she was entranced by the way he talked and by his obvious fascination with her. She had always considered herself average, not beautiful, though not ugly by society's standards. He was saying exactly the right things in exactly the right way, and unfortunately Kate's self preservation instincts were taking the night off. 

Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the stranger's intensely blue eyes, whatever it was, she uncharacteristically said, "Ok."

The next few hours passed by in a haze. She vaguely was aware of riding in a car, arriving at a posh hotel and checking in as Mr. and Mrs. Diego Smith. In the back of her mind she thought, "Oh, is his name Diego?" The room that he got for them was the most luxurious room she had ever seen. She was amazed. The carpet was so plush and the furnishings were so magnificent that she couldn't even say anything for the first few minutes. Soon she was aware that Diego was pouring some champagne and saying something about them celebrating their trip. She eagerly took the champagne and toasted him. "Thank you, Diego, for such a wonderful surprise! You are incredible!" 

He just smiled and whispered, "You think this is incredible, just wait until later."

He took the champagne from her and took her into his arms. He leaned forward and gently began to kiss her, pushing his tongue past her lips. When she tried to pull away in surprise, his grip on her tightened, though his lips and tongue remained gentle. Eventually she felt like this was exactly where she wanted to be, she relaxed and joined him in exploring all of the nuances of kissing. Diego's hands released their grip on her arms and moved to caress her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, until she moaned in pleasure. She found herself leaning into him, grinding her hips towards his, acting like she had never acted before. She had never been this brazen with a man before. Diego pulled her even closer to him and thrust his hips toward her, imitating the act that they were headed towards. Suddenly Kate felt like she was too hot and ready to explode. She started tearing her clothes off and then started working on his. 

When she was standing there in her panties and bra, and he in his boxers, she paused to assess the situation. What was she doing? Why was she acting so crazy? And before she could explore her questions, Diego lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the king sized four post bed and kneeled over her. He pulled her bra and panties off and then ripped his own boxers off. His cock was huge and straining in her direction, and she was so hot and wet for him that she was arching off the bed, hoping he was going to put it in her pussy soon. She had a brief moment of clarity and wondered about condoms, and he must have read her mind, because he pulled one out of the nightstand drawer and slid it over his shaft. Then he bent over her and shoved his cock into her, all the way in, in just one thrust. He was so huge compared to her other lovers that it took a few seconds for her body to accommodate him. Then he was thrusting in and out of her, with her hips trying to match him at every thrust. She was moaning and rolling her head side to side with pleasure, while he continued to pound her with every bit of strength that he had. She could feel her orgasm building and she started clawing at Diego's back because the pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. As the orgasm pulsed through her body, she could feel the same waves of pleasure/pain pulsing through Diego. She felt him thrust one last time and it sent her spiraling into darkness.

When she came to, she fully remembered every moment and every word and every sensation. She tried to sit up and discovered that she had been cuffed spread-eagled and still naked to the bed posts. As she struggled against the cuffs, she realized that maybe she had misjudged the handsome Diego. What was he planning? What was he going to do? From the sound of silence in the suite, she was going to have some time alone to ponder those questions and more.



Trapped



It has been a long day at work and Trudi tidies up her desk, shuts down her computer, picks up her bags, and stretches, turning to look out of her 15th floor window to see the city lights spreading out before her.

She stands watching the traffic, not looking forward to the slow journey home, knowing that she has now left it so late its going to take her twice as long to get home. Shrugging her shoulders in resignation, she turns around and walks from her office, switching off the light and looking out of the window once more, then shutting the office door behind her. 

She wanders across the hallway and hits the button for the elevator, straightening out her tight cut pinstripe skirt and pulling down the back of her matching jacket, her long wool coat slung over one arm. Looking down, she smiles satisfactorily at the low cut deep purple blouse, her braless cleavage pale and creamy, nestling well. The ping of the bell snaps her back to life and the doors slide silently and slowly open. She steps inside and hits the button to take her down to the lobby and out into the open. 

She feels her stomach give a small lurch and her shoulder length deep red hair swing, as the elevator sets off on its downward journey and watches the numbers start falling. She gets into this elevator every day of her life but it always has the same effect.. As the elevator hits the 10th floor she feels it slowing and hears the ping to indicate that it is stopping. 

The doors slide open once more and a man gets in. She looks up and smiles at him out of politeness, noticing his dark hair and full lips; perhaps a little too full for her liking. He's a striking man but with a nose just that little too big and eyes just a little too dark. She looks away realising that she has been staring a little too long, at the same time knowing that he is doing the same to her, his dark penetrating eyes appraising her, taking in her dark curly hair and her deep green eyes. 

The numbers on the display move down, through 8 and 7 towards 6. Suddenly there is a jolt and the lift stops, almost throwing them both off their feet. As Trudi puts her hand out to steady herself against the side of the elevator, she looks at her companion and frowns, reaching for the internal telephone to alert someone that there is a problem, while he moves across the elevator and starts hitting the buttons in a futile attempt to get it moving again. 

Trudi finally gets through to someone and is told that there has been a power failure for 3 blocks but that it is being worked on, to sit tight and power will be back shortly. She puts the telephone back in its box and shuts the small door. 

"You may as well forget that -- there is a power outage and we are here until it comes back," she tells her companion. 

He looks up with a worried frown 

"Oh great, just the end to a perfect day," he says and moves back across the elevator to the other side. 

She smiles at him. "Well my day hasn't been perfect either and I didn't want to drive home in this traffic, but this is ridiculous!" 

He laughs softly. "I hear you on that one, my name is Richard by the way"

She looks at him and smiles again. "Trudi -- pleased to meet you Richard", 

He smiles at her, the smile transforming his face, 

"Pleased to meet you too, Trudi, nice name by the way." 

"Thank you" she replies and they fall into another uneasy silence. 

Lost in their own thoughts, they both sigh at the same time and then are suddenly hit with the giggles. They look at each other and smile, he breaks the ice and starts talking first, asking where she works and how long she has been with the company. She tells him she is in accounts and has been for the last 6 years, but she has not seen him around. 

He replies that he has only joined the company in the last 8 months and that he works in the legal department. He says he is enjoying it and likes working for the company. 

At that moment the elevator plunges into darkness. Trudi swears under her breath and scrabbles her way across the elevator to pick up the phone again. The voice once again tells her to hang tight and that it should all be ok soon. She tells him that she is not about to go anywhere but will they please pull their fingers out of their butts and do something. She slams the phone back into the hole and apologises to her now invisible companion for her behaviour.

Richard laughs and tells her "that's ok but I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of you!" 

Trudi laughs and replies, "Oh don't worry, my bark is far worse than my bite". 

They both laugh and she sighs deeply "I could do with not being in here never mind in the dark. My apartment looks as though a whirlwind has been through it, but I never wanted to clean it anyway." 

"Well, when you have finished yours if you want some more practice, you can always come and do mine!" They both laugh again and the conversation continues through home, family and all the other small talk that helps two strangers learn about each other.  

Time passes and Trudi thinks how glad she is she went to the bathroom before she left the office. After 2 hours there is still no sign of rescue and it is getting colder. She wraps her coat around her and huddles into the corner of the elevator, sitting on the floor. 

Richards' voice breaks the silence that they have again fallen into, 

"Are you ok?" he says 

She moves slightly. "Yes I'm fine, just a little cold," she replies. 

"I know I thought it was my imagination but it is getting colder. Maybe you should contact the maintenance guys again" he says. 

She reaches up and pulls the phone down. The voice on the other end apologises for the delay and tells her it looks as though it will be at least another 3 hours before the power is back. 

She pulls the phone away from her ear and looks at it incredulously in the dark. "Another 3 damn hours?" she screams at it. "Well get us OUT of here, get the damn fire department or something!" 

The voice at the other end patiently tells her that the fire department are all out and will get to this building as soon as they can but in the meantime they need to stay calm. 

Trudi slams the phone back into the hole in the wall. "Calm? Calm? When I get out of here I am going to give him calm right in the.... nebbermind!" 

A low rumble of laughter reaches her ears and she realises how silly she must sound and starts laughing, "Oh shush" she says, smiling in the darkness.

Richard apologises "I'm sorry but you do sound ridiculous" he says laughing. "It's going to be very cold in here before they get to us," he observes, and she nods unseen in the darkness. 

"I'm already cold, I don't know if I can stand another 3 hours of this," says Trudi. 

"Well you can always come and sit over here, they do say that combined body heat works. No strings, just warmth," replies Richard. 

Trudi gets up and moves across the elevator, sliding down the wall with a sigh. He smiles and tells her he is not that bad company surely? 

She laughs softly, telling him no he isn't, and that it is not the company, it's the surroundings that are pissing her off. 

He sympathises and tentatively rubs her arm, she does not object and thinks how nice he smells, telling him not to stop there, she needs life rubbing into her other arm too. He puts his arm around her and rubs her arms vigorously, making her laugh and tell him to stop shaking her to death, which makes him laugh and rub her arms even faster, telling her at least she will be warm! 

He eventually slows down and tells her his arms are aching, letting them lightly rest on her shoulders. She leans backwards and he puts his arms around her as she snuggles into him pulling the warmth in from his body once more, and feeling his breath on the top of her head, small whisps of it escaping down her collar, making her shiver but not with cold. 

He moves his position and Trudi sits up straight "I'm sorry I was getting a bit too comfortable there, I didn't mean to squash you." 

"No it's ok, my butt is going numb!" They both laugh and Trudi offers to rub life back into it saying that its only fair as he rubbed life back into her arms. Richard laughingly tells her not to offer as he may just take her up on it. She moves and says she doesn't mind in the least, thinking that it will give her an excuse to have a closer feel at what is becoming a more interesting body by the second. 

Richard's low rumble interrupts her thoughts as he tells her that he is fine really but thanks for the offer. Trudi replies that she will do it anytime he wants, and she feels his knees on either side of her waist. She stands up and takes her coat off. Sitting back down, she wraps it around both of them, thankful that she spent the money on the big, long wool coat. 

Warmth envelopes them both and she feels his arms as they wrap back around her shoulders as she settles back against his chest once more, feeling it rise and fall. Trudi gets lost in the sound of their breathing and soon feels her eyelids getting heavy. Snuggling back into him she falls into a comfortable light sleep, waking sometime later to feel his chest moving rhythmically in sleep. She moves slightly, snuggling into him more, but trying not to disturb him, as she feels his arms come around her a bit tighter, pulling her into him and she falls asleep again.

She wakes to feel fingers moving over her arms, as if trying to move her gently without waking her. She stirs and sits up, asking how long they have been there. He replies that it is little over an hour since they fell asleep. She stretches her back and groans as she feels how stiff it is. Suddenly feeling strong, warm hands on her, she bends forward and lets him rub her back, first hard then soft, squeezing her muscles back into shape, into submission as she moans softly, wriggling herself back towards him. 

His hands move over her back and waist, getting softer with every movement, exploring her back as she sits up slowly and moves back against him once more, his hands moving over her shoulders and down her arms. 

Her hands start to move over his thighs, in time with his fingers over her shoulders. He becomes bolder and moves down her front, gently sliding over her breasts. She shivers slightly and lays her head back against his chest, her breath leaving her in short moans as his fingers play backwards and forwards over her nipples, feeling them harden under the silk of her blouse, her own fingers trailing small circles over his thighs as she feels him start to harden in the small of her back. 

He bends his head and kisses her lightly on the top of her head and she tips her head back and he kisses her forehead. She turns slightly and stretches up, his lips come down to meet her and she feels them softly exploring, almost frightened to touch her in case she pulls away. Trudi does the exact opposite and Richard feels her tongue slide into his mouth, exploring him, entwining with his own, tasting him and becoming bolder and more passionate with every second. 

He pulls her around to him, his fingers unbuttoning her blouse as hers unbutton his shirt, her long fingernails scraping across his skin. He pulls away from her as he slides her blouse open and over her shoulders, exposing her bra-less breasts and feeling her shudder in the cold air. He bends his head as she arches up to meet him, taking a hard nipple into his mouth and suckles on it gently, listening to her breathing as it shortens and turns into small whimpers. 

He moves from one breast to the other leaving them wet; the cold air on them making them harder still, almost painful, as her hands move into his hair, playing with it, pushing him into her. 

He pulls away at last and moves down her body, his hands unzipping her skirt and sliding inside, feeling the top of her thong and her suspender belt, as her own hands move down and undo his pants, sliding her own fingers in, her thumb finding the head of his dick and gently rubbing it, covering it in its own wetness. He moves once more and takes her in his arms, gently moving her back and laying her on her coat, then sliding his hands down to push her skirt over her full hips, pulling it off over her long legs and her high black heels. She lies there as his hands move back up her body to her waist, his fingers hooking into the top of her thong and sliding it down over her hips and shoes to drop with her skirt and blouse. His own clothes shortly lay beside them and he moves to cover, his body on hers, feeling her hard nipples against his chest.

"It's a pity I can't see you," he says, "so I'll just have to go by feel." She hears the low rumble of his laughter again.

"Me too," she says, the laughter in her voice giving her away.

He kisses her, passion taking over, kissing her hard, feeling her respond to him, her body moving against him. She responds and opens her arms to take him, pulling him towards her, her nails in his back, gently, leaving no marks, as she moves her hands down his body to his butt. He pulls away from kissing her, and she tells him breathlessly to fuck her, she needs him, wants him, and opens her legs to take him. 

He moves slightly and slides into her effortlessly, a deep sigh of satisfaction as she feels him filling her, deeply, stretching the sides of her out with his size. She wraps her legs around him and he moves, just slightly, making sure that every single nerve feels him. Her hips move up and she breathes almost a sigh of relief as he hits rock bottom. 

He moves onto his hands locking his elbows and starts driving into her, drilling her, feeling her hips rise with his movements. He moans with every stroke and tells her how good she feels, how wet she is, telling her to tell him what it feels like. She moans loudly and tells him that she loves feeling him fuck her, loves feeling him deep in her cunt, how wet he makes her, every word in time with his thrusts. 

She feels her orgasm starting as the thought of fucking this total stranger drives her on, and she cums, moaning loudly, telling him to fuck her harder and harder. He pounds into her over and over, the cold air in the elevator finally forgotten, as the heat of lust takes them both. She cums again, deeply and hard, finally slumping back, knowing that there is still more where that came from and knowing that he still needs to be satisfied.

She wriggles out from under him and stands. They have both finally got used to the darkness and their night vision shows her standing there in high black heels, stockings and her suspenders, lust personified. 

She moves to the corner of the elevator and places her hands on the rails and her legs parted. "Come here," she demands. He stands and walks over to her, his dick standing proud and ready. He moves in to kiss her, taking her nipples between his fingers and making her moan. 

She takes her weight on her arms, glad for her time spent in the gym, raising one leg to give him better access, her cunt open and ready for him, as he guides his dick into her. She lowers herself onto him, moaning deeply as he feels her heat envelop him, her arms moving as she slides up and down him, his hands on her legs as his hips move up in time with her cunt moving down. No effort is needed on his part, she is doing all the work. His balls are aching with need, the need to unload into this beautiful deep cunt, as she bears down on him over and over, his knees threatening to give way as he bends his head forward and runs his tongue up her spine. She moans leaving her loudly with every movement. 

His hands free, he moves his fingers into her pussy, finding her clit immediately and scraping his finger across it gently. She screams and pulls up, he slides out of her suddenly, they both feel the loss, and she begs him to fill her again, now. 

Her entire cunt is soaked with her cum and juices, she needs to feel all of him inside her and begs him in a low throaty, lustful growl to fuck her.

He moves his dick back to her cunt, "No, not there, fill my ass, fuck my ass." 

He smiles and kisses her, moving his dick to her ass, slick with her own cum, and puts the head against her tight hole. Pushing firmly but gently, he slides into her, taking it slowly, wanting her to feel every single inch as it slides into her, a deep lust filled moan leaving her throat, as she pushes down against him. 

"Oh God yes, fill me, fuck my ass baby, cum in my ass, please cum in my ass," she moans. 

Driven on by her begging he moves deep inside her, their combined moans leaving them as they move together, getting faster as need overtakes everything else. He feels his balls tighten as his need to cum overtakes him. He throws his head back and almost howls to the ceiling as he cums, over and over again, great, white, hot spurts into her butt, his fingers still rubbing her clit as she works her butt up and down on him hard, working towards her own massive orgasm, cumming as his fingers drive deep into her cunt, feeling herself tighten around his fingers and his dick, moaning and calling his name. 

She lifts her heels and wraps herself around him, he carries her back to the floor where he pulls himself out of her gently, as he lays her back on her coat, lowering himself down to her as she curls into him, breathless and panting, low whimpers leaving her throat. He pulls her coat over her and holds her close, kissing her hair and face, listening to her breathing slow down and come back to somewhere near normal. 

She looks at him and watches his face as he looks at her, he does not notice her watching.and she studies him, he's not perfect and she may never see him again but this was worth every second. 

A sudden whine fills the elevator and the lights blast into existence making them both shut their eyes quickly to shield them. After a few moments they open them again and look at each other -- realisation dawning and they both move swiftly to dress and dress each other. 

Trudi does her blouse up and moves over to the phone in the wall. She picks the receiver up and the voice at the other end tells her that the power is back on and they will be out of there in the next 10 minutes or so. She thanks the voice and puts the receiver back on its hook with a click. 

Richard looks at her and smiles. "Good news?" 

She smiles back. "Yes I suppose so, we should be out of here in about 10 minutes." Her voice is almost regretful. 

"Would you object if I walked you to your car?" Richard asks.

She smiles "no that would be very nice." 

The elevator gives a sudden jolt and starts moving down. Trudi slides her coat on and picks up her bag as Richard adjusts his jacket. The elevator pings and the doors slide open and they both breathe deeply and move out into the lobby. The security man smiles and nods at them both, apologising and asking them if they are both ok? 

Trudi and Richard look at each other and smile. "Yes we are fine. Thank you for your concern," Richard answers for them both. They turn towards the door and walk out towards the parking lot.

Meanwhile, down in maintenance, the owner of the disembodied voice slumps back in his chair and breathes deeply, looking at the loudspeaker and shaking his head slowly, a wry grin spreading across his face. 

Under his breath the words, "People really should learn how to hang up a phone," are heard.



Trapped



They stood huddled together like a lost flock of sheep. Confusion and chaos was everywhere. Andrea felt as if the glaring lights pierced right through her skull. Curious people asked questions but she ignored them.  She hadn't stayed in the apartment yet and the only person she'd met was the manager. To anyone there she was just another curious on-looker.

Andrea stared at the smoldering shell of where she'd planned to live and felt hollow. What few things she owned in life were inside waiting for her. She gave up so much in her divorce that she couldn't afford to lose more. Each item she chose fit into her new life and represented who she was. Yet it meant nothing to her except for that one container in the closet. 

She never thought it through before she broke from the crowd. Determination spurred her on even as she darted around hoses and piles of rubble. People seemed to stop moving and the night became silent as Andrea scrambled up the sidewalk. 

Todd Ingram felt the exhaustion in every bone of his body as he sat on the bumper of the truck cradling a bottle of water. Several stations arrived to find a raging fire and the entire crew worked hard to knock it out. Now it was several hours later and the last hot spots were just soggy piles of rubble. Todd saw the girl right after he took his last swig of the icy cold liquid.

"Hey, you can't go in there," he yelled to the disappearing figure. 

Andrea ignored the shout as she rushed through the dark hole near the front door to her apartment building. Fear struck as the rancid odor of smoke and burned furniture assaulted her but she continued. 

"Don't go any further!" Todd picked his way through the debris and sloppy mess left behind by the intense gallons of water. Sweat poured off his body under the weight of his gear. Somewhere the thought registered that this young woman must be an athlete from the way she maneuvered around the obstacles with such ease. He didn't realize at the time that her sheer determination carried her on.

The oppressive heat and dread began to slow Andrea down. Her apartment door had a gaping hole in it and leaned at an awkward angle. Water covered the floor and dripped down the walls as she took a step inside to retrieve her most prized possession. She knew right where it was, too. Another minute and she'd be out of there again. 

"Didn't you hear me back there?" Todd asked as he grabbed her arm. "It's too dangerous for anyone to be in here."

"You don't understand. I have to get it," she said as she tried to pull free.

"We're leaving before this place collapses on us."

She broke loose of his grip and ran into her bedroom. Part of the ceiling blocked her way to the closet but she ducked under it and crawled the last few feet. The container sat in the corner with insulation and plaster layered on it. Andrea pulled it to her just as she felt a tug on her legs.

"Let's go!" She heard the urgency in his voice and paused at the reality of their situation. 

Her pant leg caught on something and stopped her progress back to where he waited in anger and trepidation. Her hands shook as she worked the container loose and stood up to face him. Todd shoved her ahead of him a few feet at a time back through her apartment and into the hallway. Worry masked the exhaustion on his face.

Andrea noticed the sounds this time. Water trickled down what was left of walls and dripped from the ceiling. Piles of boards and belongings hissed from the heat buried within. Voices from outside echoed as if in a far away canister. Her legs buckled at the sheer destruction the fire had left behind. An odd haze of smoke and steam clouded the air to fill her lungs as she tried to breathe.

"This way," Todd said as he pointed to her right. 

She followed his lead this time as he stepped over and around beams and braces. Later she would wonder at how she'd ever made it to her apartment in the first place. Andrea clutched the container to her chest and trudged on. Breathing became difficult and her feet weighed a ton. She saw the fading figure in front of her disappear as her vision clouded and she fell to her knees. 

The sudden shifting in the floor brought a scream from deep in her throat. Todd felt the movement and knew in his gut they were in trouble. Ten seconds was all he needed to get them to safety. Two was all he had before chaos erupted. Every instinct in him screamed to grab the girl but she was nowhere in sight. 

An explosion shook the building with such force that it brought the remainder of the roof down. The floor opened and a giant cavern sucked him in. Todd felt himself tumbling through the emptiness and wondered if this was how he was going to die. Boards crashed into his arms and legs until he felt numb as he landed at an awkward angle in the hollowed out space. His last thought was of the girl as parts of the floor above him covered his injured body.

Andrea felt the crushing weight of debris above her and thought she was going to die. The space had an eerie silence to it so opposite the resounding echoes of the explosion just moments ago. Her breathing escalated as she went over the moments before the blast in her mind. She feared for the firefighter's safety but tried to convince herself he made it out all right. 

It would all be her fault if he died or suffered any injuries. Andrea knew he'd been several feet ahead of her when the building blew up. That little bit of encouragement was all she needed to imagine the man making it out to the yard. Her own death wouldn't be a great loss to the world anyway, she decided.

Her vision blurred from the combination of the tears gathering in them and the dust in the air. She tried to move her left arm but only her fingers had space to wiggle. A slight shifting in the beams made her heart beat out of control. The reality of her situation slammed into her in that second. This wasn't television with happy endings for everyone. 

A terrified scream threatened to erupt from her throat. Instead, Andrea coughed and choked from the grittiness clogging its way. Panic made her kick out at anything she could in the blackness surrounding her. A searing pain in the right knee stopped any further movement for several minutes. 

She moved everything slower this time. Andrea felt around in the tiny space with her right arm until she hit something solid. It shocked her to recognize that the precious container was still with her. Knowing it was safe comforted Andrea as she passed out amidst the rubble a moment later.

****

The explosion had firefighters scrambling for safety. Hoses and equipment littered the yard as dust and smoke filled the sky above what remained of the apartment building. Only seconds passed before they turned back and began their job once more. Trey felt the energy flowing from all the crews called to fight this blaze. The latest blast shook the ground and crumbled more of the ruined structure.  

This new development frightened the onlookers so much some of them screamed and moved further away. Several of the tenants stood speechless as they tried to comprehend what was happening. Local news stations fought to get quotes from anyone associated with the fire.

"Stand back, everyone," the young firefighter commanded. "You need to stay out of the way, people."

Trey worked at keeping the growing number of interested reporters and worried family members back from danger. Hours on the job made him hot and tired but he kept his irritation at bay. It always amazed Trey the way fires brought out the ignorance in some people. 

"Can you tell us if there —"

"What was the cause of the —"

"— arson is suspected?"

Arms thrust microphones towards him and spit out the questions. Trey just shook his head and ignored them all. He didn't have any answers but it wasn't his job to talk to the press, either. This was his third year on the force in Colby and he loved what he did. Except for when he had to do crowd control, that was. He didn't argue though, since it was all part of it. 

He'd wanted to be a fireman ever since third grade when the captain of the local station gave their class a speech on safety. His parents just chuckled at first and figured it was a phase. Trey later became intrigued with the patterns left behind in the destruction. His goal was to become part of the investigation team that worked in this area. Alarms rang in his head that this fire would be the cause of more despair than just lost belongings. 

****

Andrea tried to distinguish the sounds that exploded in her head as she came to. She opened her eyes but saw nothing except blackness. Panic gripped her entire being at the frightening thought of not being able to see. The nausea threatened to fill her throat as she tried to scream yet only a silent whimper came out. 

Muted voices broke into her terror at the same time the overpowering stench of the fire filled her nostrils. Everything came back to her in an instant, including the explosion. Andrea remembered then that the crashing ceiling and walls had collapsed around her. The damp air sent chills over her skin as she worked at calming herself. The deep breath sent a stabbing pain through her chest like none she'd ever felt before. 

She waited until the worst was over and thought back to when she ran into the building. Her apartment was on the first floor but that didn't mean she was there now. It was possible she'd fallen several feet when the blast hit. 

Rescue personnel would be looking for both of them she whispered. It was their job. All she had to do was make some noise when she heard them get closer to wherever she was. Andrea forced herself to relax as she envisioned the sunshine on her face once more. She lost consciousness to the sounds of water dripping next to her.

****

He was too tired for work, Todd thought. His body ached everywhere and the headache pounding in his skull almost made him vomit. The natural inclination to get up only brought a spewing of oaths from him. He stopped to take a breath and the rancid odor of the fire brought it all back to him. Todd saw the girl running into the building in his mind and worried what happened to her. The gear he still wore gave him some protection but she only had jeans and a thin shirt on. 

Todd knew without a doubt he was in deep trouble here. He could feel both of his legs bent at an odd angle under a crushing weight. The last seconds before the explosion played back in his mind as he tried to get an idea of where he might have landed. He remembered a stairwell leading up on his left as they'd stumbled through towards an exit. 

The crew would find them. They would notice his absence and do a complete search. Todd had no doubt of that. He worked with an amazing group and had faith in them. His breathing slowed as he went through the steps in his head that they would take to rescue him. That was his last thought as he drifted into oblivion once more. 

****

An outsider would see bedlam. Anyone working the fire knew it was anything but. There were trained teams assigned to oversee every task. 

Todd and Derrick went to the academy together and became good friends. A desire to be the best they could in their chosen field spurred them on. They became competitive but never resented each other. 

Derrick applied for a position in his hometown of Colby and encouraged Todd to do the same thing. He'd hesitated since it meant a move of several hours away if he was accepted. That decision became easier for Todd to make when his girlfriend of two years broke up with him. Their outstanding grades and enthusiasm paid off when the city offered both young men a job. 

Todd fit right in with Derrick's family and friends. They worked hard on the job and filled their time off with ball games, concerts and finding dates. That changed when Derrick met Kelly. She worked at a major bank in the state and transferred to the local branch. Derrick walked in to take care of his paycheck and left with her telephone number.  It didn't take long before Kelly was trying to set Todd up with every co-worker and friend she had. She adored him and wanted him to be as happy as she and Derrick were. 

Most of the men at the station fought fires when Derrick and Todd were still babies. Some may have resented the newcomers with their fresh attitude but that wasn't the case with the crew from Colby. Knowledge didn't match experience but each had a place. They all looked out for each other and never forgot the danger of the flame.

"Something's wrong with Todd," Derrick said as he sprinted over to the Captain. "He's not responding to any radio calls."

The entire crew respected Captain Joe Reade despite his gruff demeanor. He'd been a firefighter for over twenty years and loved what he did. 

Derrick watched as the man snapped into action. Repeated demands over his radio for Todd to report in went unanswered. He ordered several of his men to his side and set up a search team within minutes. A check of the perimeter came back with a negative report. Dread and worry lined the faces of the entire group awaiting further instructions. 

"Who saw him last?" Joe asked.

"He yelled something and went to the truck," one of the men said.

"I was there when he grabbed some water. He nodded everything was fine when I asked him," another spoke up.

"That doesn't explain why he might go back into that building when it wasn't safe to enter. I made that call and repeated it several times over the radio." Joe knew that Todd followed orders probably better than anyone did on his crew. 

No one saw Todd enter the building so the questions were numerous. He wasn't anywhere outside on the scene which meant he had to be inside. They decided on his possible point of entry and the first team headed in. Joe stood helpless with his men as they reported their movements in the dangerous structure. A heavy rope kept the well-trained men together as they searched the section assigned to them. Precious minutes passed with no news. 

"It's taking too long," Derrick said. 

"We'll find him, Derrick."

Joe rested his hand on the younger man's shoulder to reassure him even though he himself felt a sense of unease. Too much time kept slipping away as teams took turns going in. Any injuries Todd might have only became more life threatening as the minutes passed. 

Joe's radio crackled and a shout came through. "We see him!" 

Derrick sagged with relief as the other firefighters cheered. They all listened for a further report from the team that discovered Todd. Paramedics waited to whisk him away. Later they could discover why he was in there. Now they needed to get him out. 

"Captain, we'll need some heavy-duty equipment in here. There's about three feet of beams and debris on top of him where he landed in the basement. It's just a miracle Tom spotted his arm the way he's buried in there." 

Each word took some of the hope from the crew. They knew the risks of their job and the chances of surviving if caught in an explosion. Walls and floors tumbled down like straws but weighed tons. One wrong move and the remaining pieces could crush anything in their way.

Men moved at a rapid pace as Joe spat out orders. Equipment appeared and more people stood by to watch. The noise level rose and fell as machinery ran. Rubble flew out of the gaping holes in the wall left from the fire. It seemed to take forever before anything had enough support to let a full rescue team advance. The work was tireless but no one complained. Todd was their brother in the department and they'd do everything they could to get him out of there. 

****

Todd drifted in and out of his dream. It really was quite pleasant wherever he was, he thought. No one seemed to be bothering him, so he could study for the final exams a bit more. Yet that didn't sound right, somehow. One eye attempted to open but an odd noise stopped him.

A motor running nearby had him trying to figure out what was going on. Scenes ran through his mind in a jumble and only confused him more. If he was at school then why did he hear a chain saw? No, it was the air conditioner in the room, Todd decided. That satisfied him long enough for him to pass out once more.

****

One of the men got close enough to see that Todd was indeed alive but still not responding. Long arms reached out to place an oxygen mask over Todd's pale face with a sense of dread. The man wanted to pull Todd's battered body back with him but the reality was all around him. Todd was in serious trouble. Determined, he reported his findings to the captain and went back to helping the others. 

A renewed energy went through the men as they doubled their efforts in removing everything in their path they could. Beams shifted and creaked while the men braced what they couldn't move. Teams came and went as air tanks beeped and energy ran low. They didn't even notice the sweat that coated their bodies inside the heavy protective gear. No one spoke but minds raced. Each knew it could be them needing help someday. Every single one sensed time was of the utmost importance for Todd. 

The tension lessened as one of the medics slid into the small space they made next to Todd to assess his condition. Lights shone from above to let him find a vein and get some fluids running into the young man's system. Minutes became critical as the work continued to free him. 

Heavy boots kicked away soaking wet boxes, old furniture and broken toys. At times the noise made it impossible to do anything other than yell any necessary communication. No one gave a thought right then to anyone other than Todd. All their focus went to freeing him.

Each of them felt a small sense of accomplishment when they braced the last boards holding Todd's legs. It lasted only moments as they all got a clearer look at the angle they laid at. The oxygen mask remained over his face as they splinted his mangled legs. Medication now kept him sedated to endure any pain they might cause in getting him out. Trained personnel took their time to prevent further injury before working the backboard under him. 

Shouts of joy filled the air when at last the other firefighters saw the tired men haul the stretcher through the charred doorway. They rushed him to the ambulance with a sense of accomplishment. Weary men collapsed to the ground to catch their breath and say a prayer. Worry filled their eyes as they talked to each other in small groups. 

Derrick had called Todd's parents and they were on the way to the hospital already. They'd left before the rescue team had freed Todd from the building and were on their way to the hospital. Derrick promised he'd be there after asking for permission to leave. Todd was his best friend and he needed to go. The rest of the crew would come when they finished cleaning up at the fire.

It took hours to remove the equipment and declare the fire out. Curious neighbors had left when the excitement was over and soon all the trucks pulled out. Just Andrea remained behind. Only Todd knew she had gone into that building and he wasn't talking. 

****

The wail of the siren alerted the staff at Colby General Hospital of the impending arrival of the ambulance. Doctors and nurses raced to the emergency room to meet the paramedics bringing Todd in. Machines spat out data and computers beeped as information came through. Specialists were on their way in and an operating room stood ready. Vitals and statistics crackled over the radio.  

Was it possible to be dead and still have to pee, he wondered? Todd's bladder screamed for relief until the question took over his mind. He thought he squirmed just as he'd done in Miss Milton's first grade class. The other kids laughed when he ran to the restroom to make it in time. It occurred to him just then that he'd never have any children now that he'd died. 




Trapped



That distracted him for a few minutes until he imagined himself running towards the fire station restroom only to find it locked. A blinking sign told him it was for staff only. He tried to tell them he worked there but no one seemed to be listening to him. Everyone looked concerned and worried as they all gathered around a tall man standing to the side. He wanted to see what was so important but he really had to find somewhere to pee. 

Sounds came at him from everywhere. Loud and demanding voices asked questions but he never heard answers. A machine from somewhere close by beeped in perfect rhythm to the pulse in his bladder. He strained to block it out but letting go was all he could think of until — it was too late to stop. 

Almost a minute passed before Todd realized his legs weren't getting wet. It was obvious they should since he was lying down, he deduced. He'd felt the relief as he'd emptied himself so that meant one thing. His earlier conclusion was right and he was dead. Todd saw his parents in his mind and knew how devastated they would be losing him. 

Sadness hit him for all the things he'd never have a chance to do now. What happened to him anyway, he wondered? He thought back to see what he could remember of his last days at work. It felt like sweat trickled down his back as he searched for the cause of his demise. Maybe he'd never know, Todd told himself several minutes later when he'd about given up. 

An awful blaring noise scared him so much he decided if he wasn't dead that it would have given him a heart attack. People shouted all around him and moved in close to his body. It struck him odd that they'd want to be near someone dead like that. He wanted to ask about it but his tongue couldn't move. Then he decided they wouldn't hear him anyway so why bother.

His eyes fluttered open but the glaring lights had them shutting again.  So much heat radiated down on him from the bulbs that he imagined sweat dripping into his ears now. The tiny drops tickled as they followed the curve of his neck to land who knew where. He wished he had something to use so he could wipe it off his skin. No, Todd thought. That made no sense. Dead people didn't feel stuff anymore. 

"Girl ..." The single word came out of his parched lips. Todd felt an odd sense of desperation as his scrambled head worked to remember more. He knew dead people often communicated with those still living and tried again. 

"Todd, tell me again what you said," a dark-headed woman said.

"Girl ... get ..." 

"Do you have a girlfriend? Someone will let her know, don't worry," the woman said as she turned away.

That didn't feel right to Todd, so he closed his eyes to think. He never realized how tiring it was to be dead. A soft feminine voice penetrated his musings to tell him the surgeon was on the way. The woman seemed to be reassuring him of this as she took the rest of his clothes off. His head began to throb with all the confusion in it from discovering he'd died. Todd emptied his mind to it all and imagined himself alive and at the beach.

****

It was a scene from the movies like he'd watched a dozen times before. Sick and injured people glanced over from the waiting area. Small children cried or slept as each parent listened for their name from the nurse to go in next. A tired-looking housekeeper pushed a broom down the halls and emptied trashcans. People hurried past doing their work. It all looked so normal.  

Derrick hated it. The smells and sounds all seemed to represent gloom to him. There was a silence despite all the noise and confusion. He felt the spirits as they left lifeless bodies from car accidents, fights or illnesses. People cried and shook with sadness as they tried to piece together whatever news the doctors just gave them. His stomach churned when he thought of it all.

****

Every firefighter knew the risks of their job. Each one had training and equipment to carry out their assigned task. They chose their profession for different reasons. All of them understood that fires were unpredictable. Stories of injuries and deaths made their way around the stations. Derrick never imagined Todd making a mistake of going back alone into that building. 

"Derrick," Mr. Ingram called out from several feet down the hallway. 

"What have you heard?" Mrs. Ingram asked. 

"He's messed up pretty bad," Derrick said. "They kept him really drugged up while they evaluated the damage. The last we heard they took him up to surgery."

Derrick introduced the Ingrams to the anxious group of men waiting. A few of them knew Todd's parents and hugged them close as they offered words of encouragement. Each confirmed their admiration and respect for the young man. 

Roger Ingram knew the risks that went with his son's job. His brother had died while fighting a warehouse blaze in another state. He knew this was what Todd wanted to do and still supported him all the way. All he wanted right now was to hear that his son would be okay.

"I'll let them know you're here," Derrick said. Todd's parents looked at each other and nodded. 

****

Todd felt himself drifting. He sensed that several things seemed to be happening in whatever place this was. Muted voices came from both sides of him and even behind his head. Something wet hit his thigh and Todd wondered if he was peeing again. None of his thoughts followed each other and that just confused him more. 

A sharp pain in his leg had him swearing in his head. Todd felt hands on his skin and tried to find the significance of the words he heard. Frustration at his inability to figure anything out wore him out. He floated away and left the questions for those still alive.

****

Very little helpful information came through on Todd. A nurse informed his parents that the surgery was going as expected at one point. The emergency room thinned out and grew quieter for a short time. Members of the Colby Fire Department filled the room as they all waited. The clock never seemed to change yet it felt like they'd been there forever. 

No one slept but neither did anyone talk much. What more could any of them say? They each knew it might be them lying in there someday. The reality hit hard but only made their decision to stand by as a group that much stronger. Someone would be there until Todd was out of danger. 

The hospital bustled with renewed activity around six in the morning as Derrick stared into the halls. He looked at the weary crew and wished they were all sitting back at the station playing poker. Stacks of empty coffee cups lined the small table in the private waiting room. This wasn't where any of them ever wanted to be but Todd was their brother and they needed to be right here. 

Derrick remained with Todd's parents as the others came and went with the shift change. Captain Joe Reade joined the group on his way into the station for the day. He'd been in touch during the night by phone. 

"The investigators are on the scene," Joe said after he took a brief phone call. "They'll be in touch."

Derrick nodded at the news and hoped it gave them some answers to why Todd was in that building anyway. He'd gone over everything so many times it was a blur now but nothing jogged his memory. It made no sense. Todd had the same training as the rest of them. He knew better than to enter that structure alone. His head spun with all the questions he had.

Trey came in at the end of his night shift to check on Todd. They were from neighboring firehouses but that didn't matter. One of their own was injured. He listened to the latest report and tried to quell the uneasy feelings. 

"Something's wrong about the fire," Trey said.

"What do you mean, Trey?" Joe asked. "Preliminary findings look like faulty wiring started the fire. The building's primary structure was wood with several additions to it. You see something there I should know about?"

"Sir, the explosion ..." Trey let his words drift off as he went back to the scene in his mind.

"The tenants said the manager kept some propane tanks for his gas grill in the storage area under the back stairs," Joe said as he watched Trey.

Joe knew of the young man and his desire to become an investigator someday. He remembered an older man trapped in his car that Trey rescued a while back. The vehicle left the road and hit some trees down in a ravine. Several people drove past the spot but no one noticed anything. 

Something about how the weeds seemed pressed down in that area caught Trey's attention, though. He'd parked his truck to investigate and followed the tracks. His instincts ended up saving a life. Joe took Trey by the elbow and led him to a private corner. He wanted to hear this young man's thoughts.

"Sir, with all due respect, tanks have a specific pattern when they explode," Trey said. 

"Go on, Trey," Joe said. 

"Two tanks are the most anyone ever saw in that room according to those I questioned," Trey told him. "If you could also picture where that space is in relation to the area they found Todd." 

"The storage room is on the complete opposite end and that building had eight apartments in it," Joe replied. 

Trey nodded his head in agreement. He had no doubt the tanks exploded at some point in the fire. There was more, though. It was just a matter of finding what.

"The fire went through all the units," Joe said. "It left all the walls and ceilings unstable."

"I agree, but you felt the severity of the blast. Those two tanks didn't do it," Trey remarked.

"Gas lines, Trey."

"The area only has electric. I've checked."

"You have a theory, Trey?" Joe asked. 

"Sir, it's too early for that. I'm sure the investigators will find the cause."

Joe watched as Trey turned back to the group of weary fire fighters. He talked to them for a few minutes before saying something about his report and left. Joe suspected he really was on his way back to the scene of the fire. 

****

Andrea was so cold that she'd stopped shivering long ago. It took every bit of energy she had left just to breathe. Shooting pains in her chest made it difficult to want to do that anymore. She regretted her rash decision from the night before as she worried about the firefighter and his fate. 

The assorted smells had long ago blended into one that stuffed her sinuses and made her head pound. Once during the night she swore an animal crawled over her and she tried to scream but her throat just didn't work. Andrea blocked out everything after that until she woke to voices outside. She could see a hint of light and knew it must be morning. 

Hope flared in her as she realized help was near. The sluggishness of her brain didn't make it easy for her to work out a plan to get their attention, though. She gave in to the darkness before she could do anything more. 

****

Trey talked to the head of the team investigating the fire as soon as he got to the scene. Tom Carson was getting ready to retire in a few years. He had a good feeling about Trey and encouraged him to follow his dream. 

"I figured I'd see you this morning, Trey," Tom said with a grin.

"Did you find anything yet?" Trey cut right to business.

"This old building didn't have a chance, really. It has had little chunks added over the thirty years it's been here.  The wiring was a disaster everywhere. We traced the start of the fire to an electrical box in one of the apartments."

"What about the explosion?" Trey asked.

"I'm not done checking but the tanks might be the culprit."

Trey shook his head but remained silent. He respected the older man but he knew something else was going on here. 

Tom studied Trey's expression a moment before replying. "Talk to me, son."

They talked over the possible causes from outside the building until Trey asked if they could go inside. He wanted Tom to see for himself why there had to be another explanation. Trey led the way to where they found Todd the night before and looked around.

"We're on the opposite end of the building as those tanks, Tom. Todd was under at least three feet of rubble." 

The older man stepped over beams and other debris as he studied the burn patterns. Chunks of burned plaster hung from the ceiling and lay in wet piles everywhere. He stopped at intervals and Trey knew he was processing the information in his mind.

"I'll get the full team on this right away," Tom said. "Is there anything else, Trey?"

"Why did Todd come in here? It had to be something so important he'd risk his life — that's it," Trey said in an excited tone. "Todd came back to rescue someone else. There isn't any other reason that makes sense."

"All the tenants living here were accounted for last night, Trey."

"It's the only thing that fits, Tom." 

The men exited the building and found Joe walking toward them. A brief discussion caught them all up on the investigation to that point. It took only a moment for Joe to stop Trey when he began explaining about the possibility of someone still being in there.

"I heard some of the nurses talking about Todd this morning. One of them was in the emergency room when they brought him in last night and said she swore he tried to talk. The only thing she could make out was something like 'girl' or 'get girl'. She figured Todd had a girlfriend and wanted her there. Trey, that fits your theory," Joe said.

It didn't take long before more men arrived to search the areas close to where they'd found Todd. Trey was right there with them picking through the cold ashes. He stood back for a moment to picture the explosion in his mind. Different scenarios played through of Todd just entering or soon exiting the building. No one else was in the basement with Todd so Trey guessed the other person was behind him at the time of the blast. 

What was left of the walls formed a teepee of sorts against one of the major roof beams that fell into the area Trey stood in. Every instinct in him said this was the place to look. It made sense if Todd was on his way out with the other person for them to run through this section to the exit just a short distance away. He needed to find Joe.

****

Andrea heard something but couldn't tell what. Her head hurt worse than before and she knew time was short for her. A slight shaking scared her but nothing happened so she forgot about it. Thoughts of all the things she wouldn't get to do in life overwhelmed her. Voices in the distance sounded like her parents calling her home as she lost consciousness again.

****

Joe sent a crew in where Trey pointed and the work began. No one said anything but they all knew the odds of finding someone alive were slim. The work was just as tedious as when they'd looked for Todd. One hour became two before a yell erupted.

"I see someone!" 

One of the workers hollered for Joe as the others ran over to help him. Braces and supports went up and soon they had enough room for a paramedic to squeeze into the space they'd made. It didn't take long before they had the slender body of the unknown girl strapped to a board and on her way to an ambulance. 

Joe stopped Trey with a hand on his shoulder. "You'll make a great investigator one day."

"This department will be fortunate to have someone like you, Trey," Tom said. 

They watched the ambulance take off for the hospital with the girl inside. Her injured arm remained wrapped around the box that they found lying on her chest. Maybe it held some clues to her identity, they decided as they went back to work looking for the cause of the explosion. 

****

Todd's parents sat in a private office with the tired surgeon and tried to understand his words. The operation to repair their son's crushed legs was delicate and tedious. Details went over their head but they asked a few questions. They would keep him heavily sedated to prevent both pain and movement, the doctor said. 

He mentioned how lucky their son was not to lose one or both legs to be sure they knew the severity of his injuries. The three of them spent some time talking about Todd's immediate treatment and prognosis until the doctor's pager beeped. He excused himself after checking the message and ran from the room. 

The emergency room buzzed with activity once more as another ambulance pulled up to the entrance. Data sent through earlier fluctuated from the current readings on their newest patient causing great concern to the techs. They passed the information on to the correct personnel as the paramedics rolled the stretcher in. Voices shouted for x-rays and tests while nurses cut clothing out of the way and attached more equipment. 

Andrea heard what sounded like a group of people all talking at the same time. She wondered why the person in charge didn't tell them all to be quiet. Then it crossed her mind that things might be different wherever she was now that she wasn't alive anymore. A woman near Andrea didn't answer when she asked how she'd died. That seemed odd to Andrea and even a bit rude.

Images came to her of the firefighter and Andrea worried about him. She hoped that he wasn't in this place with all these loud people like she was. Andrea decided to move away but found she couldn't lift her head. That's when she heard what sounded like a drill. She became so confused she stopped trying to figure it out.

Nurses carried out orders and anticipated others on the young girl. Already the surgeons were scrubbing for the operation to repair the obvious injuries to her abdomen. Later her broken arm would be set and put in a cast. One of the orderlies leaned over Andrea and began to speak.

"My name is Bill, missy. Do you have any family around here?"

Andrea listened to the deep voice close to her and thought about his question. Something about it made her sad but she couldn't think what it was. 

The voice sounded kind but Andrea panicked and tried to search for the special box. At least she thought she did. Somehow, it didn't feel as if her arm moved so she did it again. Her energy ran out, though, and she forgot what she was trying to do. Instead, Andrea saw herself as a child running through a field of flowers while her parents watched from a blanket nearby. 

Andrea's surgery began soon after. Only this time the waiting room didn't have anxious family and friends of the patient in it. Mr. and Mrs. Ingram heard about the mysterious girl and tried to make sense of it all. Did she have anything to do with why their son was in that building when it exploded, they wondered? Todd would risk his life to save another but how did he know she was in there, then? The questions mounted but the two with answers weren't able to talk right now.

Her body felt strange again but Andrea couldn't tell what was wrong. She heard people talking and wanted to ask something but her lips wouldn't move. A masked face appeared above her before she could figure it out, though. An odd sensation took hold of her until she drifted off.

****

Back at the scene of the fire, the investigating team sifted through each room with renewed effort. Finding the girl that morning brought a new set of questions for what appeared to be a simple fire in the beginning. Now they searched for clues to who she was and why she was in the building along with the source of the blast. Each one hoped that maybe Todd would be able to give them some answers, too. 

The day went on and no one knew anything more than they had that morning. Todd was still under strong medication and his doctor ordered no visitors except for his parents. Fear hit Roger Ingram as he stood next to Todd's bed and looked at all the machinery and tubes attached to his son. His cheek had a large bruise along with several scrapes and cuts. Todd's arms and chest had dressings covering gashes he knew from talking to the doctor. Any of the beams that hit his son could have taken his life, Roger now admitted. 




Trapped



"Oh, Roger," Lucille Ingram whispered to her husband as she edged in closer to get a look at her son.

"He's strong and a fighter. Todd will be just fine."

"You're right," she said with a renewed determination.

She leaned over her son's bed and talked to him in a soft voice for several minutes until the nurse asked them to leave again. Lucille gave Todd a kiss on his forehead and promised she'd be back. Her husband squeezed their son's hand and left the room. The couple held each other in the hall and let the tears fall. 

****

Andrea shook her head and attempted to open her eyes. A buzzing woke her that sounded like her alarm clock but much louder. Confused, she wondered why no one turned it off. Unless she was alone and then it was up to her to find the switch, she told herself. She shoved the covers off and started to swing her legs off the bed. 

"Hello, young lady," a cheery voice said near Andrea. "Trying to wake up, are you?"

Startled, Andrea's eyes popped open. "Who are you?" she asked the woman standing next to her bed.

"My name is Jill. I have some questions for you if you don't mind," the blonde said.

Andrea nodded and waited for her to speak again. The events of the last few days rushed at her when she realized she was in a hospital room. 

"You didn't have any identification on you when they brought you in. Can you tell me your name?" Jill asked.

"Andrea Christiansen."

"We can contact your family for you if you'd like. Do you have so—"

"No," Andrea said before the other woman could finish. "I don't have anyone."

Jill didn't react to her statement as she went on to the next questions about Andrea's general health. It was several minutes before the woman stopped talking and just looked at Andrea.

"You're a lucky girl, Andrea."

"I know," she whispered. "The firefighter — can you tell me — did he make it out?"

"Captain Reade is waiting to speak to you. I can get him if you'd like."

Tears trickled down her cheeks as Andrea thought about someone losing their life to save her. "Okay."

Jill left and Andrea closed her eyes since the pounding in her head made her dizzy. She rested until Joe knocked on her door an hour later. 

"I'm Captain Reade. Jill told me you were awake and ready to have a visitor."

"She wouldn't tell me if he made it out ..."

Joe took his time answering the pale young girl. Anger over the situation wouldn't get answers he knew. 

"Miss Christiansen, can you tell me what you remember?"

Andrea hesitated for only a few seconds. She admitted staying in the apartment the night before the fire. A brief outline followed of her walk to town in the afternoon and the return to see the building in flames. Joe heard the emotion in her voice when she talked about the papers in the container in her closet. He already knew that she still had it with her when they brought her into the emergency room but didn't say it.

The next part was a bit more random as Andrea tried to remember the exact way she went into the building. Joe offered quiet words of reassurance as she led him through Todd following her inside. She pictured it in her mind to be able to give Joe the details he wanted so she didn't miss anything important. Things were sketchier just before the explosion when she ran out of air and fell, she told him. 

"You're doing great," Joe said. "What do you remember about the explosion?"

"Everything just blew up around me and the floor shifted. Something knocked me out, I guess. I think I woke up a few times but I'm not sure if I was dreaming or not."

"They found Todd last night. He's the young man that went in after you," Joe explained after she'd finished.

"Is he going to be all right? Please tell me."

Joe gave her the few facts that he could on Todd's condition before wishing her a speedy recovery. He took a few steps to the door and stopped. 

"One of the investigators will be in to see you before you leave. They have some questions as well. Thank you for seeing me today."

He walked down the halls to the unit where Todd was and thought about her words. Joe sensed her feelings of guilt and wondered what was in the box important enough to risk her life. That was something he hoped to discover on his next visit to her, he decided. 

****

Derrick was back to work as were many of the others that spent hours waiting for word on Todd during his surgery. Someone from the station was always there after their shift ended sitting in the small room with his family and friends, though. The Ingrams were staying in town until they knew he was out of danger, of course. They went to Todd's apartment for a few hours of much needed sleep before returning the next morning.

Trey talked to Tom the night before hoping his team had uncovered some evidence in their search. The owner of the building seemed a bit anxious to have them finish when Trey saw him. According to Tom, the building had a huge insurance policy on it that made them suspicious, too. He also refused to answer several of their questions without a lawyer present. The men agreed they needed more answers and soon.

****

Little squiggly worms floated in front of his eyes as Todd tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing today. He watched them move along in slow motion until they blended into one large blob. Odd how they did that, he thought and went back to figuring out his plans. It was so warm already that Todd decided he'd rather go swimming. His body felt stiff and so he determined he could use the exercise, too. Strange things happened even here. Now he just had to make up an excuse for missing work.

Lucille Ingram sat next to her son's bed and wondered what was going on in his mind. She talked to him about the trip she and his dad hoped to take for their thirtieth anniversary next year. It hurt to think he might never be able to do some of his favorite sports again but the alternative was far worse. There was always good if you looked for it, she reminded herself. 

****

Andrea wasn't supposed to get out of bed alone yet. The nurses reminded her to use the call bell but they didn't know her independent streak. She wanted another pillow and remembered seeing one in the closet. It only took her a few minutes to work out how to maneuver with all her tubes and hoses. A rush of adrenaline hit her when she opened the door and saw what sat on the shelf.

The box wasn't heavy even though it was full. Andrea set it on her bedside table and thought about the firefighter. Todd she now knew his name was. No one told her anything about him, but her room was right by the nurses station and she heard them talking. She knew they blamed her even though they tried not to show it when they took care of her. Looking at the box it shocked her that she'd taken such a risk. One glance at the contents was all it took to remind her.

Pages of documents and letters made up a large bundle. A smaller one had the only photos remaining of her parents. A brief glimpse pacified her that the pictures were all there. It would take longer to sort through the papers but she had no choice. Someone had gone through them since she'd last put the box away. Fear at what might be missing gave her enough energy to begin the task.

****

Tom listened to the apartment building owner complain again about how much of an inconvenience the fire was to him and wanted to walk away. Grease odors and stale cigarette smoke clung to the overweight man. 

"You people are huntin' for somethin' that ain't there," he said.

"Mr. Bloomers, the insurance company and our department —" 

"I got a business ta run and you ain't lettin' me."

"If you have a problem with me being here, we can always call the cops to sort it out," Tom replied.

Willie Bloomers didn't want any more cops on his property. The fire caused enough attention but now he just wanted things wrapped up. Over the years, he'd learned to cover his tracks better than he had in the beginning. He chuckled at how easy it was to make some people believe just about anything. 

"You find something funny about all these people having nowhere to live, Mr. Bloomers?" 

"Just git off my land 'fore I make sure ya do," Willie told him before he turned away.

Tom longed to find proof that this sleaze wanted the building to burn. All his instincts told him the man was as shady as they came. He watched as Willie stuffed himself into his new Cadillac and drove away. His determination to find some evidence made him pull out his cell phone and call Trey.

****

Lucille sat at her son's side and read from a book of poetry. Roger was out taking care of business on his laptop when someone knocked on the door. She stepped into the hall to see who it was since Todd couldn't have many visitors yet.

"Are you Todd's mom?" 

"Yes, but — you're her, aren't you?"  Lucille said in an angry tone.

"He ... it's my fault he's hurt." Andrea's words came out in a quivering voice as she felt the older woman's pain.

"Why are you here?" Lucille asked.

"I wanted to tell him how sorry I am but I know he isn't awake yet. The doctor said he's releasing me tomorrow and then I won't be able to see him, either. Will you just let him know for me, please?" 

Andrea turned to leave but Lucille's question stopped her. "Why did you go in there when you could see it wasn't safe?"

"It's a long story and I don't expect you to understand."

"Try me." Lucille said just the two words but Andrea felt the power in them.

Andrea studied the other woman's face and decided to take a risk and trust her. 

"I can show you better." 

The two women walked to Andrea's room without speaking. Both had so much on their mind they didn't know where to begin. Lucille closed the door for privacy and waited. An hour later, she held a sobbing Andrea in her arms and wished she knew what to do now. Papers and documents lay on the bed and table showing a trail of obvious deceit. Roger would be able to help but Lucille felt lost with all the information she'd heard. 

"You need to show this to the authorities. Someone has to stop this before it happens again. Where are you going to stay when you leave here?"

Andrea wiped her nose again and shrugged. "I was hoping I could find a shelter to take me in for now. Everything I owned was in that apartment."

"I'm going to see if my husband is with Todd. He'll be worried about me. Then we're both coming back here to figure something out," Lucille said before she walked out.

****

Todd felt the stinging in his leg and wished it would stop. His eyes felt too heavy to open so he didn't bother trying. A soft humming sound reminded him of an aquarium filter running. More sounds came to him from every direction. He made a mental note to check his tires after listening to the hissing of air escaping from one. A clanging upset him because now he'd be late for dinner again. His mom hated that, too. Todd swore he heard her voice as more images carried him back into their midst.

****

Lucille ran into Joe and Trey in the hall just outside Todd's room. She peeked in to see her husband sitting in the corner reading a magazine. A quick wave of her hand brought Roger out to join the others where she told them about Andrea coming to see Todd. The men all had questions but Lucille felt it was up to the young girl to tell them so she took the men with her back to see Andrea.

It didn't take them long to see the value in what Andrea held in the box. Trey looked at Joe and nodded before he went back to checking the papers. 

"Do you see why I had to get this now?" Andrea asked the group. "I only have the originals here."

"We need to make copies of all this to be safe. I'm going to talk to someone in the office here that I know about it," Joe said. "I'll be back soon."

Roger and Lucille talked with Trey and Andrea but didn't bring up the fire again. The others could see the strain on the young girl's face from her part in the last hour. Trey told some funny stories about his neighbors black lab and soon had her smiling. Roger added a tale from his childhood about a collie as he tried to top Trey. 

"Looks like I missed something funny," Joe said when he returned to find them all with tears in their eyes from laughing so much. 

The group shared a silly grin before bursting out once more. Andrea held her stomach in discomfort at the exertion and grimaced. Lucille noticed and went to her side right away.

"Lay back, Andrea. Let me help. Roger, will you get a nurse for her, please?"

Trey stepped aside as the older man returned in less than a minute with one of the staff. It didn't take long before Andrea was resting again from the pain medication administered. Lucille herded the men into the hall and shut the door. 

"There are two extra copies now." Joe spoke first as they wandered into an empty sitting area. "I put one in her box with the originals."

"And the other set?" Trey asked from across the room.

"They're safe." 

Roger and Lucille just nodded while Trey looked at the man for a moment. Ethics and honesty were important to Trey. This didn't quite feel right to him.

"Will you tell her you have them?" 

"If I have to, yes, I will. It's really for her own good, Trey. If the wrong person heard about what she has ..."

Trey didn't need him to finish. He knew what happened all too often when a scumbag thief went after something he wanted. 

"I understand."

****

Willie felt the sweat in every crease of his rotund body even though the air conditioning was on. Odd sounds came from the decrepit desk chair in the dreary room he used for his personal office. This was where the real books and documents were. Only those he knew wouldn't talk came in here. 

Pudgy fingers sorted through the stack of folders and files in front of him. A triumphant smile came over his face when he found what he wanted and shoved the rest to the side. Several tumbled to the grimy floor but Willie didn't bother with them. These documents held his full interest.

He read them and grinned. Memories of the couple that owned the house on the corner came back to him. They didn't have a clue what was going on when he approached them that afternoon so long ago. A simple conversation about their location got him just what he'd hope to find. 

Both the man and wife were naïve in business and fell for his offer to purchase their place for a huge sum. Contracts with small print they didn't understand confused them so Willie translated for them. Of course, what he told them wasn't at all the same but they trusted him. The thought of such a large amount of money and Willie's charm had them signing in no time.

Only they didn't get what he'd said. In fact, Willie only gave them a quarter of the market value for their house. They went to a lawyer but since the couple signed without coercion, they didn't have a case. Willie gave them a week to get out before he took over. The following day bulldozers razed the entire place.

The apartment complex went up and Willie collected the rent each month with a grin. It was just the beginning of his underhanded dealings. Over the years, he built another apartment building across town on property he got for almost nothing from a grieving widow that just wanted out of her house. 

Now the cops were asking him about the fire. Willie wiped the sweat off his forehead with a filthy rag and tossed it onto the desk. He picked up the phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. Sparky had a lot to answer for and he'd better tell Willie what he wanted to hear or there would be trouble. 

"The cops are snooping around the apartment building," Willie said in place of a greeting when Sparky answered.

"Let 'em. Ain't nothin' fer 'em ta find."

"You heard a fireman and girl were in there when the place exploded din't ya'?" 

"Too bad fer them, but it ain't my fault they was in there," Sparky said in a defensive voice.

"If the cops find somethin', Sparky, ya better run. 'Cause I ain't goin' down alone."

Willie slammed the phone down and cussed. He'd covered his tracks so well for years now. However, the apartment building was old and needed costly repairs. With the insurance policy he carried on it the fire was a better solution. It didn't matter to him if anyone lost their possessions as long as he profited. That's what he was in it for. 

Faded documents sat on the desk in front of him as Willie tried to figure out what nagged at him. This wasn't the first time Sparky worked for him. Nothing suspicious ever came up from the other fires so why this one, he kept asking himself. It couldn't be because of the two people trapped in there, since they were the ones stupid enough to go back in. 

Willie closed the file and mopped the dripping sweat from his face again. He left the office and decided to drive past the site of the fire to see what if anything was going on. Maybe the investigation was over and he'd get that fat insurance check soon. That lifted Willie's spirits until he got near the apartment building.

He turned at the corner when he saw all the vehicles in the driveway. A quick flick of the switch cranked the air conditioning up when he felt the sweat drip down his back. An evil smirk crossed his face as he crossed town and made his way to the ramshackle old house almost hidden in the woods. Sparky was getting company. 

****

Trey worked with Tom and his small crew to search for that one single clue that might give them the answer they needed. His instincts told him they were in the right area, though. 

"Check this out, boss," one of the men said.

Tom studied the section for several minutes before walking around to the apartment next to where they worked. Inside he gazed at the destruction and worked out some possibilities in his head. 

"Trey," Tom called out. "Look at this."

It didn't take long for the two men to find the proof they needed that the explosion wasn't from the propane tanks. A quick call to the police department had Chief Nolan on his way. More searching found the source of the fire as well. Angry at the sleaze that arranged this, the group of men went outside to wait.

Colby's police chief was sharp. Though not from the area, he'd been there long enough that everyone called him a local. Arson was an ugly word and even worse when innocent people lost everything they owned because of it. Nevertheless, they only had evidence to the how of the fire, not who did it. That was going to be his department's job. 

Samples went into the proper containers and labeled after one of the team photographed it all. A tired but triumphant bunch soon left. They just hoped it didn't take long for the police department to find the culprit.

Joe knocked on Andrea's hospital room door later that same evening. He wanted to talk to the girl about what steps she should take next. Somehow, he felt sorry for her even though he knew Todd was hurt because of her. 

"Andrea, are you awake? It's Joe Reade."

"Come in, Mr. Reade."

"You can call me Joe." He grinned when she blushed but just went on. "I hope you don't mind that I'm here?"

"Not at all, Joe. I get bored by myself."

"You're going to the police aren't you? The documents you have prove enough to start an investigation into him."

Joe felt certain there was a connection between the arson and some of the transactions shown in Andrea's box of papers. 

"Right before the fire I'd decided I had enough proof to do that. I wanted to keep an eye on the slime bag, though."

"That's why you moved into the apartment building," Joe said with a knowing look.

"Yes, it is."

"I'll help in any way I can if you'll let me, Andrea."

"Why would you do that? It's my fault Todd is hurt. You should hate me."

"Todd knew the risks going in after you. He made the decision himself. I can't say it was a good one but I'm sure anyone in the department would do the same thing in that situation. Saving people is part of what we do."




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"If I didn't go in he'd be all right, though, Joe."

"Andrea, if Todd didn't go in after you, we might not have found you for days. Those two little words he said in the emergency room made all the difference."

"He's going to get better, right? No one will really tell me," Andrea said with a plea in her voice.

"We're all praying for him."

Joe offered her a ride when they discharged her in the morning. When he heard she was going to stay at a shelter, he shook his head. 

"I want to be sure you're somewhere safe. Let me call a friend of mine and see what I can do."

He stepped over and used the hospital phone while Andrea waited. She couldn't believe he was helping her but she admitted it felt good to have someone on her side again. 

"That's all set. Erma has a huge old house in town right down from the police station. Don't worry about anything when you're there. She loves to take care of people."

Joe went on to explain that Erma was a spinster in her seventies but spry as a fifty year old. Town folk vied for her cookies and brownies at the school bake sales, he said with a wink. Andrea laughed when she realized he was one of them. They agreed on a time and Joe turned to leave.

"Um, Joe?"

"Yes Andrea?"

"I don't have any clothes." Andrea blushed but didn't look away.

He took a small notebook from his pocket and put it on her bedside table along with his pen.

"Write down a few things you need with the sizes and I'll get someone to pick them up for you."

Several minutes later, he waved and left with her list in hand.

****

Todd thought the incessant sound of the saws would drive him crazy. Who allowed them inside here anyway? Maybe he'd just go turn them off himself since no one else seemed to be, he decided. He slipped his arm out from under the covers to push them to the side  at least he thought he did. A second attempt came back with the same results. 

There wasn't a blanket over him. No, that wasn't right, Todd knew. He was much too warm not to have something covering him. That meant he didn't have an arm then. A moment of panic swept over him before a rational thought told him of course that wasn't the correct answer. So why wasn't it working as it should then, he asked himself.

The noise got louder before it just stopped. Todd started to relax until he realized not all the machines were off. Gentle waves came to mind as he tried to place what type of equipment he heard. A soft floating sensation seemed to encompass his entire body from it. Visions of fluffy clouds high in the sky brought a peaceful feeling to him and he soon forgot his original concern over the sounds. Todd decided some parts of being dead weren't so bad after all and drifted away once more.

****

Early Friday morning Andrea's doctor signed her release papers. She sat in her room and waited for Joe to pick her up as arranged the night before. All the events of the past week crowded into her brain and weighed down on her shoulders. Memories of happy times with her parents renewed her desire to fight the ones responsible for hurting them. 

"Good morning, Andrea," Joe said as he walked into her room a short time later. "Are you ready to leave this place?"

Andrea smiled when he tossed several packages onto her bed. "You know I am, Joe."

"I hope you like the clothes. Lucille picked them out for you."

"Joe, are you serious?"

He watched her peek into the bags and pull out an assortment of items. Satisfied, Andrea carried the pile of clothing to the bathroom. The soft sweater and denim jeans were perfect fits, she soon discovered. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she thought of Todd's mother shopping for her. She vowed that someday she'd pay her back for all the kindness the woman showed her. 

Erma was the grandmother everyone wanted to have, Andrea decided within minutes of meeting her. Her concern was genuine when she saw how tired Andrea was after the quick tour of the main floor. A small bedroom in the back of the house was all set up for Andrea. Joe put the bags of clothing on a chair along with the rescued box of papers. He grinned and grabbed a handful of fresh cookies off the counter on his way out. Duty called, he reminded them with a wave.

"I don't know about that man, Andrea," Erma said with a laugh. "He's just like a kid when he comes here, always sneaking my cookies. One of these days he'll get his hand slapped."

Andrea chuckled at the idea of Erma standing guard over the chocolate chip cookies while Joe tried to snitch a few. It was obvious to her the older woman respected and liked the man. She guessed Erma provided him with more than his share of baked goods anyway. 

****

Derrick stood in the doorway of Todd's room for several minutes without going closer. The heat closed in around him and threatened to cut off his air. Machines hummed and beeped telling the staff more information than Derrick could imagine. An odd smell made his stomach lurch. Yet Todd didn't react to any of it. 

"Hey Todd, one of the nurses let me in. She's pretty cute, too. Maybe you can ask her out ..."

The words stuck in his throat when he realized Todd might never be able to go on a date again. It scared him that he wasn't waking up, Derrick admitted. He looked at the wall to settle his thoughts before starting over.

"So, I'm thinking of asking Kelly to marry me. It makes me a bit nervous, though. She might refuse and then what will I do? You think I should go for it?"

Derrick knew he wouldn't get any answers but Lucille told him to talk when he was with Todd. Many people felt a patient heard things going on around them even when they didn't respond. He felt silly but kept up the one-sided conversation until a nurse came in to say his visiting time was up.

He wanted to shake Todd awake but knew that wouldn't do any good. Instead, Derrick reached over and touched Todd's shoulder. 

"Buddy, you're a fighter. Don't give up now. I'll come back whenever they let me."

****

Did everyone speak through canisters here, he wondered. Todd thought the voice sounded odd yet comforting in a way. It reminded him of when he'd broken his arm in third grade. His father didn't scold him for climbing onto the garage roof. Todd knew hid dad was upset then but he never yelled. He had that same feeling of letting somebody down now. 

His mouth was too dry to answer this person, Todd knew. Maybe if he nodded they would see that, he decided. Muscles that should move his head did nothing the first time. A second failed attempt only frustrated him as the voice disappeared. Death sure had its bad points, he concluded. An odd sensation took hold of his body just then and swept him away. It was easier to give in than to struggle anyway, Todd realized as he drifted off.

****

Willie parked behind the stand of trees next to the driveway at Sparky's and hefted his bulk out of the car. The sun beat down on him as he made his way across the over-grown yard onto the rickety porch. Music blared from several speakers inside. Sparky loved noise. Willie hated it. 

He didn't knock before opening the warped door and squeezing through. The abrupt darkness was hard to adjust to after being in the brilliance outdoors. Willie squinted as he made his way to the workshop where he assumed Sparky would be.

"You got sloppy, Sparky." 

Anger and disgust showed on Willie's face. Sparky pivoted at the accusation but didn't reply. 

"Cops all over the place."

"I ain't worried." Sparky snorted and leaned against his workbench. "They all so dumb they ain't gonna find nothin'."

Willie hated loose ends. That was one of the important parts of his trade and he'd perfected it over the years. Now he looked at the punk in front of him and knew he'd have to take care of this one himself. Only a few feet separated the two as Willie thought through his options. His control snapped when Sparky laughed.

A few minutes later, he left in a better mood. Gravel crunched under his shoes as he trudged back over to his car. Willie knew Sparky wasn't going to talk now.

Willie parked his Cadillac in the garage when he got home. He made his way through the clutter to his bedroom where he stripped to take a shower. His clothes reeked of sweat but he didn't even notice. They landed on the floor next to yesterday's clothes as he walked into the bathroom. Soap covered his skin as he scrubbed off the filth. Willie hated doing anything himself but today he'd had no choice. Business came first.

****

Roger Ingram sat with his son while Lucille went into town that afternoon. She wanted to check on Andrea, he knew. The doctors assured them Todd was doing as well as they could hope physically. No one could say when he might wake up. Roger refused to believe his son would remain this way forever. He went back to reading the latest novel in hopes Todd could hear him.

Lucille had gotten directions to Erma's from Joe. She rang the doorbell and introduced herself to the elderly woman that answered. Within five minutes, she had a hot cup of coffee in front of her at the kitchen table. The three women shared a plate of brownies as they talked and laughed together. Andrea realized that she felt like she was part of a family again for the first time in years. 

****

Police Chief Jarred Nolan sat behind the computer and scrolled through the files he'd pulled up. Nothing fit yet but he knew it would if they just kept looking. He ran a hand over his tired eyes and logged off. Maybe the firefighter was awake and had some insight, he thought. 

****

Trey sat in Tom's office and waited for the older man to go on. He'd mentioned where Andrea was staying but he knew that wasn't the main thing on Joe's mind. 

"I think Andrea is strong enough to talk to the police. She'll need someone with her, though. As part of the investigation team, it wouldn't be professional for me to go with her," Tom said.

"Good point. Did you have someone in mind?"

"You should go, Trey. Chief Nolan might ask her things about the fire. Your answers would all be unofficial but they wouldn't risk the investigation, either."

Trey had no problem going with Andrea. The idea was a good one, really. He wasn't quite ready to admit it to anyone but he wanted to know more about her, too. For personal reasons only he knew. She intrigued him somehow. 

The two men discussed the fire a bit more before Trey left. He promised Tom he'd stop at Erma's on his way home to talk to Andrea after his night shift. 

****

Todd felt sick to his stomach yet he didn't remember eating anything. Maybe that was it, he decided. The lack of food made him ill. Bile sat in his throat until it spilled over and dripped out of his mouth. Bubbles formed as he exhaled each time. The bitter taste clung to his tongue and lips. He moaned as the odor hit him. 

"Oh my god," Lucille said to her husband in a frantic voice. "Get a nurse, quick."

Roger ran from the room and returned less than a minute later. They stood to the side as two nurses came in and checked on their son. One suctioned the vomit from him while the other took his blood pressure. Soon a doctor joined them to examine Todd as well. 

The light blinded him and he turned his head. Todd muttered for them to leave him alone but wasn't sure anyone heard him. He wondered why things had to be so difficult in death. Life was already hard enough. The little energy he had left subsided and Todd sought the peace of oblivion once more. 

Lucille grabbed her husband's sleeve to keep from falling. The shock of seeing Todd move left her speechless. The doctor took them into the hall where he talked about the change in Todd's condition and what it might indicate. He left them soon after and Lucille hurried back to Todd's side. Her heart felt lighter as she read some poetry to him. She had faith he would be fine.

****

Trey waited for Andrea in the front room at Erma's the next morning. He'd explained his reason for stopping in and she'd left to get the packet of papers from her room. She'd admitted being nervous so he kept the conversation friendly on the short drive to the police station. Once there they met with Chief Nolan in his office. 

It didn't take Jarred long to figure out what to do with the documents Andrea had. He called in some favors and soon hoped to have supporting verification to go with her evidence. The two men commended her on the diligence it took to gather her information. Her parents would be very proud of her, they both agreed.

Andrea listened while Trey discussed a few details of the fire. Jarred added his thoughts and asked Andrea some questions. Each one came to the same conclusion. 

"Can you bring him in for questioning?" Trey asked.

"Not before I get the proof these are real." Jarred pointed to the stack of papers and shook his head.

The office door opened before anyone could reply. One of the officers popped his head in and told Jarred they had a call he should know about. He excused himself and went into the hall. 

"I'm sorry, I have to go," Jarred said as he strode into the room and grabbed his coat and hat. "Thank you for coming in. I'll be in touch."

That left Trey with Andrea. She accepted his offer to stop for coffee with a shy smile. Getting to know him interested her for sure. Besides, he was cute, she thought to herself. 

Trey took her to a small diner she'd never been to before. The Hollywood style décor fascinated her. They discussed some of their favorite actors and actresses over root beer floats. Andrea noticed the blackboard announcing them as the special of the day and knew she had to have one. Trey grinned and ordered one, too. 

He dropped her off at Erma's with the promise to check on her after his next shift. Andrea went inside with a huge grin on her face.

****

His eyes fluttered open and Todd found himself staring at the ceiling. It took him several minutes to figure out where he was. The fire came flooding back to him when he tried to move and realized his legs both had casts on them. A slight turn of his head showed he was alone in the room. Worry over the girl he'd tried to get out of the building crinkled his forehead. 

A board on the wall gave the names of his nurses for the day. Todd studied them as he waited for someone to come into his room. It didn't occur to him to see if his arms worked and press the call button. Machines all around him kept up a steady buzzing that seemed to drown out his thoughts after a while. The creaking of the door caught his attention. He blinked when he saw his mom come over next to his bed.

"Todd? Are you awake for real?"

Lucille touched his cheek as he gave her a weak nod. 

"I knew you'd come back to us," she said.

He wanted to tell her he was going to be fine but his mouth was still so dry. It took real effort but he managed to lift his arm and point to the glass of water on the bedside table. An instant relief ran through him when his mom spooned some of the ice chips onto his tongue.

One of the nurses came to check on Todd and found him smiling up at his mother. She grinned as she went about her routine. Satisfied that all the machines were running fine, she left. Lucille talked to Todd about minor things happening in the world until he fell asleep. 

Roger saw his wife standing outside Todd's room when he got to the hospital and hurried over to her. Tears streaked her cheeks and an instant fear hit him that something bad happened to Todd.

"Honey, what's wrong? Lucille, tell me."

"He's awake, Roger."

They went into his room and watched their son with tears in their eyes. Roger sat in the corner chair and pulled his wife onto his lap. Todd woke an hour later to see his parents sleeping. Some day he hoped to find a true and lasting love like theirs. 

Derrick walked in and was shocked to see his friend smile at him. His exuberant greeting woke Todd's parents. They all began talking at once in their excitement over the change in his condition. Derrick told them how he'd proposed the night before to his girlfriend Kelly. 

"So when's the wedding, Derrick?" Lucille asked.

"That all depends on my best man and how long it'll take him to be able to stand up with me."

Derrick looked right at Todd when he spoke. Todd glanced at his best friend and then his parents. He tried to speak but nothing came out. Lucille noticed his struggle and grabbed a calendar from her purse. 

"This should help," she told him with a wink.

She pointed out the current month and gave a vague time-line for physical therapy according to what the doctor predicted. Todd shook his head and whispered no. Lucille turned the page ahead but he put his hand out to stop her.

"Back," he said in a raspy voice. "I'll be ready before then."

Lucille knew he meant it and she believed it. "Yes, you will."

****

Jarred returned to the police station and went right to his office. A quick check of the fax machine brought a triumphant smile. Several calls later, he had the warrant he needed. He assembled his officers and told them what was going on. It didn't take long before they were on their way across town.

****

Willie crammed the last of the greasy pizza into his mouth and wiped his hands on the front of his shirt. He washed it down with a swig of beer and belched just as the doorbell rang. 

"Damn kids probably selling stuff again," he muttered and kicked aside an empty beer can. 

He jerked open the door ready to holler at whoever stood on the other side. Seeing Jarred Nolan and several police officers stopped him. 

"Willie Bloomers, I have a warrant for your arrest," Jarred said in place of a greeting.

"What the ...?" Willie felt his world come crashing down at that moment and didn't continue.

Jarred read him his rights as one of the men put handcuffs on his pudgy wrists. Willie heard the list of charges and blanched. He'd never survive in prison and he knew it. A sharp pain in his chest doubled him over and he dropped to the floor. 

The ambulance pulled away some time later but didn't rush. Jarred and his men had tried to revive Willie with no luck. The assumption was he had a heart attack when they were arresting him. 

****

Erma told Andrea she had visitors that evening. Jarred and Trey were sitting in the living room when she walked in. She looked from one to the other and knew something was wrong.

"Is it Todd? Did he ..." she couldn't even say the word. 

"Andrea, we went out to arrest Willie this afternoon. He died without saying anything."

"What do you mean?" Andrea asked.

"It looks like he had a heart attack. We tried to save him but couldn't. He was guilty of much more than you thought."

"Are you saying he cheated other people out of their property like he did my parents? They trusted him when they signed that contract. He lied when he read all the fine print and details to them. They thought he was paying them the full price when all he gave them was a few measly dollars.

"Maybe my parents didn't do things right but they never scammed anyone. Willie Bloomers stole our home from us so he could put that apartment building up. My parents never got over it."

"Your parents weren't the only ones he conned. It might take us a while to sort it all out but he was guilty, Andrea. There's proof of that. We know he paid to have the apartment building torched by a guy named Sparky, too," Jarred said.

"Did you arrest that person?" she asked.

"No, we didn't. A girlfriend of his called us this afternoon. She found him dead in his workshop. Bruises on his neck indicate he was choked."

Trey saw Andrea's hands shaking and went over to sit next to her. He pulled her close so she could absorb his heat as Jarred went on. 

"Investigators found the duplicate books in Willie's office. Years of fraud and deceit filled the pages. He'd gotten greedier over time and hooked up with Sparky. Setting fire to the apartment building showed how little he cared about others."




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"Andrea, when you ran into that building, you sealed Willie's fate. Suspicions mounted after we found you in there. My guess is he assumed we'd find the old wiring and say it caused the fire so he could collect his insurance money."

"It's still my fault Todd was hurt." Andrea knew she had to live with that fact forever.

"Todd's awake and talking. He remembers the fire and doesn't blame you at all," Trey said.

She looked into Trey's eyes and knew he spoke the truth. Her future looked brighter having a man like Trey in it. 

******

Derrick and Todd stood in front of the chapel as Kelly walked down the aisle. No one looking at the best man would ever guess he'd been in critical condition eight months earlier. He turned a little and winked at the pretty blonde standing a few rows back. She'd started out as one of his physical therapists but soon became more. The diamond they chose together sparkled on her finger.

Andrea and Trey held hands and grinned. They had eloped after dating a few months and just discovered Andrea was pregnant. She was part of a family again and loved it. 

Jarred closed the case on Willie Bloomers after working with a team of lawyers to straighten things out. Tom's retirement was set for the following year. He'd suggested the department hire Trey to fill the spot left open when they promoted one of the other men to the investigator position. The approved paperwork lay on his desk. Trey would hear the news at the meeting scheduled between them next week.

Lucille and Roger beamed at their son. His recovery gave them a feeling of pride in the man he was today. Hours of painful therapy only made him more determined to get through it. Todd was back on the job without any limitations. 

Neither Willie Bloomers nor Sparky crossed anyone's mind on this happy day.



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She called again last night. I'd told her that my mom had "trap and block" as well as caller ID but she said she didn't care, I belonged to her and that was that.

God, I was so afraid my mom would walk-in when she was on the phone, especially when her husband got on a 3-way call. They demanded I say things to them that, if my mom heard, she'd probably disown me. I've still got to graduate from high school and then there's college.

OK, I'm 18 and an adult but I still live at home and my mom has made it clear that as long as I'm there, I'll abide by her rules. I really didn't or don't have a problem with that, really. It's just, I want to follow her rules but my "forbidden" desires sometimes so overwhelm me that I just throw caution to the wind.

That's what happened when I responded to an e-mail that was sent to me by accident, or so they said.

The e-mail read, 'Hi, bored with the mundane spam that infects most computers? Write back and let's discuss other options.'

Well OK, I get tons and tons of unsolicited e-mail every day so I thought, 'why not'. Besides, the message came on a day I didn't have any papers for school due and my p/t job hours had been shifted so there I was, surfing. 

My reply to the e-mail got me this reply, 'We're so glad you responded, you, like us must be ready to scream over the number and type of spam people are sending. Do you have or use a chat channel? If so, what is it and you name? We'd love to chat with you. We are Diane and Wayne.'

As I said, I found myself with not much else to do unless I wanted to get dressed and go to the Mall. I know, I could have picked up a book to read, but I didn't. I replied, 'My name is xxxx. I go by xxxxxx on chat and I use xxxx. So, what do you do about all the spam? I just usually delete the whole folder and don't even look at any of the messages.'

Usually I'm very shy and timid until I get to know someone but the net sorta makes everyone a little more bold. I know it does me. I mean, I'm still very submissive even with people I know and had been so with the 2 older, aggressive women I'd been with. 

Well, our messages proceeded to go back and forth as I wasn't ready quite yet to just jump on a chat channel with Diane and Wayne. That sorta bothered me, Wayne, a man. I'd never been with a man and certainly hadn't ever chatted with one so wasn't to sure what to expect. Funny huh, here I was in my bedroom, several states away from where they said they lived and I was still nervous about being with a man. Just teenage jitters I guess.

Anyhow, we finally got on a chat channel and our conversations seemed to just sort of drift to sex. At first I wasn't to aware of what was happening but it seemed I was soon telling them my most intimate desires and fantasies. Then, to my disbelief, I told them in detail about the two older women I'd been with. 

The first was my volleyball coach and the second was a woman I'd met on one of her business trips. 

Even as I was telling them about my experiences, I was appalled that I continued to respond to Diane's asking more and more probing questions. I guess I was just caught in a stupor and did what she was asking -- telling me what to do.

Before I knew it, we'd been chatting for over 3 hours. I felt totally drained but for some reason, was very sexually excited at the same time. Wayne didn't write much as I remember, occasionally he'd put in a short statement, comment or ask a question but I was so totally engrossed, I guess I didn't even realize I was chatting with him and not her.

We agreed to get back on-line a couple of days later. My mom was going to be out of town on a weekend business meeting and I'd have all afternoon, evening and night. I couldn't believe how excited I became during the next couple of days as I thought back over what we'd chatted about and how it had made me feel. The feeling of anticipation of chatting with her again had taken over my thoughts.

Our chat wasn't but about an hour old when Diane demanded I give her my phone number and for me to meet them that night at a local club. In our initial chat I'd told her I lived in Dallas. What I didn't know was that they were quite wealthy and could travel anywhere they wanted, whenever they wanted. Seems they'd flown to Dallas and gotten a suite at the Anatole hotel on Stemmons just waiting for me to contact them on the chat line.

I'd never been to a club, I don't drink, so I said, "Well, maybe I could meet you at Friday's? The one on Abrams is fairly close to me." 

"You be there by 8:00 p.m." Diane demanded. "Wear your high school outfit and no bra or panties". 

Her words cut into me as I realized I'd progressed to a point where I didn't seem to be able to think for myself. No bra or panties.. oh my God, what had I gotten myself into, I thought. I never go out without panties. Bra, yes, sometimes but have to be careful cause, even though am very small in the chest area, my nipples do give me away sometimes.

'No panties or bra...oh God', the idea went through my mind like fire over and over. In Friday's. 'Good thing it's dark in most of the areas', I thought. Even though I have teeny breasts, my nipples can really protrude sometimes, especially if it's cold; they rub against my blouse or, I'm totally excited. My breasts are so sensitive; the coach had even made me cum by just playing with them numerous times. I remember them growing as long as an eraser as I was dressing as instructed.

The drive to Fridays seemed to be over before I knew it. I was so agitated from what was said and how I was dressed, my biggest worry was whether I'd put a damp spot on the back of my pleated school dress. I'd put a throw over my shoulder as I just wasn't ready to walk into Fridays with a white blouse on that had two pointed headlights for all to see.

They'd sent me some pictures when we were chatting so I started looking for a couple in their mid-40's. He had been described as being 6'2", 200 with dark hair slightly graying at the temples. She's said she was 5'10" but would be wearing 3" heels. Her description, as stated by Wayne, was 140, 36 C, 35, 37. So I looked for the tallest brunette woman in the place. 

The couple standing at the bar just watching me matched what they'd said and the pictures they'd sent, although the pictures were probably a few years old. Anyhow, they did look quite attractive but they made me uncomfortable just watching me and smiling. I didn't know whether to wait for them or approach. 

Diane made the decision for me and motioned for me to follow them to a table. They'd been there for a few minutes and had already selected a table and had a Sprite waiting for me.

My 5'8" was dwarfed by both Dianne towering over me by a full 5" as she'd also told me to wear flats. They didn't touch me at all even when I had to slide into the booth. Wayne got on one side and Diane on the other. Diane moved right up against me while Wayne sat some distance away, near the edge of the booth.

"So Kitten", Dianne started, "You've done well by obeying my instructions on being on time. How about the other things?" 

With her question, she moved the throw off of my shoulder and flicked her fingers across my left breast nipple. I jumped from the electric shock I got from her touch. Wayne just watched and smiled. His watching made me nervous but, at the same time, I felt tingly all over too.

"Good sweetie, your nipples are just like I love them. They are going to please me a lot, as you are. I'm not to happy you wore this over your shoulders. It's not that chilly out. Now, how about down here?" As she spoke, her hand slowly moved up my thigh and ever so slowly and gently, touched my outer lips. I was so wet and I knew she was going to know soon too. I was as naked and bare as she had ordered me to be. 

It was dark but people were all around. It was a typical Saturday night at Fridays and lots of people were there. Also, the waiters just seemed to hover right around our table. I didn't know whether to jump up and run out or hide under the table. I just knew everyone must know what Dianne was doing to me.

They had a drink, I don't even remember what and my Sprite was still half full when Dianne pulled me up and walked me to the door leaving Wayne to pay the bill.

A huge limousine was sitting at the front door. A Lincoln limousine Town Car, Dianne pushed me into the back seat and got in and was hugging me almost before the door closed. She was kissing my face and neck and telling me how much I was going to love doing things to her. Wayne got in facing us still with that peculiar smile on his face.

Everything was happening so fast, I still was in sort of a daze. She was totally gorgeous and she virtually reeked of sex. She had on a black silk wrap-around dress that, when she'd gotten up from the booth opened and showed lots of beautiful leg. One of the legs now was almost totally out of her dress. I found myself kissing her back when she forcefully pulled my head to hers and started kissing me, forcing my mouth open. 

Suddenly she just sat up, opened her dress and I saw she was dressed as I was except I had a blouse on and she a dress. Her breasts were fantastic, just a slight sag, but full and her areola was large and very dark. The nipples were like mine, quite long and extended. 

Where I keep my bush in a Bikini trim most of the time, sometimes shaved, she had so much hair between her legs, it was a massive amount of pubic hair and I was lost.

-----To be continued if anyone is interested.

Appreciate any and all comments - R 



Trapped



There was no transition that I could ever make myself remember. One moment I was trapped in my gunner's seat in the burning B-29B bomber just moments after the raid on Osaka. Air was whistling loudly through the shrapnel holes in the fuselage, spraying me with blood from the nearly decapitated Pete in the EWO's position beside me, and I was frantically searching for the lever on my ejection seat. And the next minute I was on the deck of a yawing Japanese fishing boat, trapped between the sturdy calves of a hulky nut-brown man and looking up into the slitted eyes of the chujen—as Goro and Jun, who I later encounter, told me Iwao wanted to be called—the boss. Sometime between those two points I had lost my Superfortress buddies and cashed out on my service with the U.S. Air Corps in its drawn-out attempt to bring Japan to its knees and end a world war that had already concluded in the European theater.

The man hunched over me was brandishing some sort of wooden-handled fishing spear, and my first thought after coming to in a sputter of water and vomit on the slippery deck of the vessel was that I was about to meet my bomber buddies on the other side.

I knew pretty precisely where I was. The last thing that was ringing through my mind as the Superfortress moaned and groaned in its disintegration was the pilot screaming a Mayday over the intercom and as far into the ether as he could project. We were coming down in Toska Bay on the east coast of the Japanese home island of Shikoku, having been hit by flak right after dropping our load on Osaka port and pulling up over the northeast point of Shikoku. We barely cleared the roofs of the cliff-top village of Aki on Toska Bay before heading into the drink and oblivion. I must have found the lever to my seat ejector at the very last moment. All I knew was that I was soaking wet and bloodied and bruised and could feel the groaning in very muscle and bone of my body.

I saw the Japanese fisherman stiffen and look out across the bay and, pulling together every fiber of my energy, I lifted my torso off the deck on my elbows and was barely able to see over the gunwale, my attention drawn to where the fisherman was staring. I saw the Japanese coastal naval vessel cutting across the waves out from the dock at the foot of the cliff at Aki. This would be it then. The fisherman would turn me over to the Japanese soldiers; he would then be the toast of the village, and I would be cannon fodder.

But that's not what was happening. The fisherman was nudging me with the blunt end of his spear, herding me toward a tangled web of fishing netting. He lifted it and motion for me to roll under it, which I did, and then he lowered it on me, hiding me effectively from view even as he was being hailed from the military craft.

I heard jabbering, which I came close to understanding, as I had been studying Japanese for months, trying to qualify as a radio intercept operator. I did manage to discern that they were asking the fisherman about a bakugeki-ki, which I knew meant bomber, and the fisherman was gesturing farther out into the bay.

I heard the naval craft motoring off, out into the bay, where they undoubtedly would find the flotsam they were looking for. My feelings were conflicted over whether I wanted them to find any of my buddies clinging to wreckage, still alive. In this late winter of 1945, the Japanese were getting desperate, knowing now the inevitable, but through their blind devotion to their emperor, being determined to take the rest of the world down with them. In our mission briefings, we were being constantly told not to expect any quarter or regard for the Geneva Convention if we were to fall into the hands of the Japanese, especially in their home islands.

It was with this thought that I trembled and shrank away from the fisherman when he came back to me, spear still held in strong, sinewy hands. But it was only to do what he could to get across to me that I was to remain under the netting and to be very quiet.

I spent the next couple of hours until night descended cowering under the netting, mentally and physically checking my body to assess the damage there, and wondering why I was getting this reprieve—and what sort of reprieve it was. And just trying to deaden my nerves. I wasn't dead yet. By all accounts I should be dead now, but I wasn't. I was living on precious, borrowed time.

In the darkest hours of the night, the fisherman quietly steered his boat back to the docks of Aki and stealthily motioned me to follow him. Keeping to the deep shadows, he guided me around the edge of the lower village, its inhabitants tucked safely indoors behind heavy blackout curtaining that protected the fisherman and me from their gaze as much as it protected them from the waves of U.S. bombers coming across overhead on ever-shortening intervals in their campaign to pound Japan into acknowledging defeat.

The fisherman who rescued me led me up a steep and winding lichen-slippery stone pathway rising against the side of the cliff, ever upward, until all that was above us was the clear, moonlit sky. At the very edge of the cliff, set apart from the upper village by tumbles of boulders and pine trees seemingly growing out of the rock itself, was a traditional Japanese dwelling of dark wood frame, white rice-paper paneling, and a grass roof. The man led me around the side of the building to a small garden right at the edge of the cliff. Most of this space was taken up with a series of shallow pools of water that let off steam in the cold March night air. Hot springs. As we came to the corner of the building, though, the man pulled me aside into the shadows. I could see into the garden and had a full view of the springs, which were partially hidden by dense foliage, but I could not be seen from the pools.

We were no longer alone. I could hear men's voices and soft laughter. Several men were in the pools. Flagons of wine—sake—rested on the stones bordering the pools of water.

The man put his finger to his lips to signal that I was not to reveal myself, something that I had absolutely no intention doing for as long as I could, and then, sliding a panel at the edge of the pavilion, he motioned me to slip my boots off and step up onto the tatami matting on the structure's wooden flooring. He led me through a series of chambers set off by yet more rice-paper-lined screening to the opposite side of the building from the hot springs pools. In the last chamber, he walked over to the far wall and slid the paneling away to reveal a small hidden garden, surrounded by mounds of high boulders. In the small space between the building and these boulders was another pool clouded in steam.

He motioned to me what he wanted me to do, and, understanding him, and thinking of the hot, cleansing, soothing waters of the spring, I gladly stripped down, while he stood there smiling broadly at me, and I slipped into the pool. It was deep enough for me to sit in and be covered up to my neck, and I lay back and, feeling my muscles begin to relax almost instantaneously, I drifted off into a consuming sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but still later in the night, when darkness still fully possessed the world, I heard murmurings coming from across the room fronting on the small garden—from the next chamber beyond a papered sliding screen. I moved gingerly around to the far side of the pool, my muscles relaxing but still screaming of the indignity that had been forced upon them by the ejection from the B-29. When I reached the other end of the pool and turned back toward the pavilion, I could see that lanterns had been lit in the chamber beyond, on the other side of the paper screen. In full silhouette, I could clearly discern two figures in full fuck. One figure was prone on its back on some sort of low bedding, legs spread and knees bent, with thighs and calves set in languid motion leveraging off the balls of feet. The other figure knelt between the spread legs, torso hovering over that of the prone figure, arms propped on the floor on either side of the prone figure, and buttocks moving back and forth, slowly pumping. I could hear muted moans and sighs.

But the sounds were coming in stereo now. I looked over to the side, where the papered screen of another chamber abutted the room at the edge of the pool. Another lantern flared. A second set of figures, one belly down on a stool of some sort, and the other, arms propped stiffly on either side of the chest of the bent figure, long, lean body at a straight incline between the first kneeling figure's legs, doing deep and slow pushup movements toward and away from the kneeling figure. The two figures joined only by a thick rod that appeared and then disappeared inside the buttocks of the kneeling figure, which slowly writhed and shuddered as the two figures became one. More moaning and sighing.

I involuntarily took my stiffened cock in my hand and worked myself as I listened to the sounds of the taking and the increasingly frenzied silhouetted couplings in the two chambers. Exhausted, as I added bulk to the cloudy waters of the hot-springs pool, I drifted off to sleep once more.

On the next day, when I awoke, there were two young men in the room adjacent to the pool, just sitting there and watching me. Both were handsome and well-formed and were wearing only light cotton robes. Even though it was only late March and the frost could clearly be seen on the mosses hanging down from the boulders bordering the pool, it wasn't really cold at the pavilion level. It dawned on me that the hot springs at both sides of the structure acted as a natural heating system for the pavilion.

When the two young Japanese men saw that I was awake, they started jabbering at me and at each other. I could only make out half of what they said and made them slow down. I soon learned that the smaller and thinner, and younger, of the two was named Goro and the more handsome and robust and heavily muscled one was named Jun. Through repeated attempts at understanding and hand gestures and the Japanese that I was acquiring much faster by necessity here than I had ever been able to do in the classroom, I discerned that they both worked for "the boss"—the chujen—who owned this retreat where the wealthy men of the village and beyond came to take the healing waters, He also went out occasionally to fish in the Toska Bay. This was why he was on the water and in position to pull me from the tangles of my parachute, which otherwise would have dragged me down into the ocean in the unconscious state I had been in when I went into the drink. I learned that he went by the name of Iwao—the stone man, for the setting of his hot springs—by all but Goro and Jun, who served the spa. And now I was to think of him as the chujen, too, I supposed. My life was in his hands and at his whim.

I was provided with a white cotton robe—a yukata is what Goro, the more intelligent of the two, called it—and the mere hint of a loin cloth, and then, when they had shown me how to wear the yukata, held together by a thick sash, they brought me food and chattered away at me and with each other as I ate heartily.

The chujen visited me later in the afternoon—I had slept in the pool, with the healing waters swirling around me, well past noon—and got across to me that an army unit had come down from the northern end of the island to investigate the downing of my bomber and that I was to confine myself to this chamber and the hidden garden pool until and unless he told me it was safe to move more freely about. Then he showed me a hidden place in the corner of the garden, etched out of the rock and entered through a narrow passage hidden behind a cascade of Japanese maple boughs that dipped down to the surface of the pool. If I was to hear a gong sound, I was to hide myself there and not emerge until he came for me.

I already had my fears of being here. I had no idea why this Japanese citizen was shielding me. All of my instructions during mission briefings had clearly stressed that the Japanese hated and would resist the Americans to the last Japanese. But I was wholly at his mercy. And my thoughts kept going back to the night before. What kind of party had been going on here? Was this a frequent event. There had been no sign of any women, other than those silhouetted figures in the other chambers the previous night. In fact, I hadn't heard a woman's voice since I had come ashore on this island.

The shadows were long and the pool outside my room was fully dark as I was finishing an evening meal of delicious but completely unidentifiable bits and pieces of food while kneeling at a low table. Late in the afternoon, Goro and Jen had brought in arms full of heavy, thick quilts and made them up into a bed, topped by several pillows, near the center of the chamber. It seemed as if I was destined to stay here for a while—although I had some hope of an early rescue. Three waves of bombers had gone overhead already today, rattling the very timbers of the delicate structure between the hot springs pools and had come across and out to sea again almost immediately. I couldn't hear the bombs they were dropping on the Osaka area, but I could clearly hear the flak guns of the Japanese, which had been so effective with my own last flight. Listen as I could, however, I didn't hear the dreaded sound of a B-29 plummeting into the sea or into the dense foliage of the island.

What I did hear, though, was a clamor of guttural, demanding male voices at the entrance into the retreat and the sounding of the gong. But I was too far away from the entrance into the hidden garden, and two men were already entering one of the chambers next to mine. A sliding screen was ajar between the rooms, and if I moved across the chamber toward the pool garden and its hiding place, I surely would have been seen, I slipped over to the bedding instead and managed to crouch down behind it so that I could not be seen, but so that I could see into the other room through a gap in the pillows on top of the bedding.

The larger figure was in uniform. A Japanese army officer. He was scowling and had a firm grip on the arms of the smaller man—Goro—who was cringing but not resisting. The officer jerked off Goro's sash, grabbed his yukata at the back of the neck and stripped it off the smaller, younger man, and pushed Goro down on his belly on the pile of bedding in the center of the chamber. Then he stripped off his own khaki tunic shirt, revealing a heavily muscled barrel chest tapering down to the small waist. His chest was criss-crossed with slash marks. I had heard about how the more fanatic Japanese militarists trained themselves to pain and to the heights of dedication to the emperor and the Japanese cause. This no doubt was one of those adherents.

The Japanese officer unbuckled his belt and whipped it out of his pants loops. Then, as he unbuttoned his trousers and spread them wide, he began to beat Goro on the back and buttocks with the doubled leather belt. I had the urge to go to Goro's aid then, but I heard the boisterous voices of other men beyond Goro's room and knew that it was useless. I was trapped in nonaction. To have revealed myself would be suicide—and probably would mean death for the chujen and Goro and Jun as well.

Goro was crying out and groaning and writhing under the lashing, but he was holding fast, bent over his bed on his belly. The Japanese officer was laughing, and his cock, now revealed, jutting insistently out of his open pants, tight across his well-muscled thighs and calves as the leggings descended into highly polished, high-top brown leather boots. His cock was lengthening and thickening and growing redder even as red welts were being raised on Goro's writhing body.

Then, so quick that I hardly saw it happening, the Japanese officer had made a loop in his belt and lassoed Goro's head with it and tightened it around the younger man's neck. Jerking on the end of the belt and setting Goro to arching his body up and scrabbling at the choking leather necklace with his hand in search of relief on his wind pipe, the Japanese officer thrust his cock between Goro's buttocks cheeks and began to fuck him hard.

I was about to rise and come to Goro's aid, regardless of the consequences, when the officer let loose of the belt and covered Goro closely from above with his torso and started to bite on Goro's ear as he pounded his ass with long, forceful thrusts while slapping his butt cheeks with the open palms of his hands. Goro was gasping for air, but he was breathing again. And he was taking it like a soldier. That's when it hit me that this was what he was here for. To take it like a soldier when the men of the area came to take in the hot springs water. And Jun as well. It was Goro and Jun I had seen in those silhouettes the previously night, not women. Plying their trade with the men clients.

Later that evening I began to find out why I had not been turned over to the authorities and just how entrapped I was.

After the soldiers had left, Goro and Jun brought in another late evening meal for me, saying that the chujen said I needed to build up my strength but that this would be the last time that they'd check on me that night—that they had duties to perform out at the larger pools on the other side of the pavilion. I tried to get across to Goro that I had seen what had happened to him and that I was ashamed that I had not been able to come to his rescue. He shyly let me know that he appreciated the sentiment, but that it was Jun who had taken the worst of it. When I showed that I didn't understand, he made clear that while he had been servicing the army captain, Jun had been servicing the rest of the unit. I didn't ask how many—or in what way.

As they left, Goro handed me a flagon of sake and said that the chujen suggested that I soak in the pool again that evening to further restore my torn and sore muscles.

I slipped into the water and raised the open flagon to my lips. The sake was heady, but it was delicious. And the water was oh so soothing. The flagon was also quite a large one. I should have stopped when the sake was no more than a quarter gone. But I didn't. I was keyed up from the danger I was in and all that I had seen in just the last day. I raised the flagon to my lips again and again.

I became bleary eyed, but not so far gone that I didn't see the chujen appear at the edge of the pool and untie his sash and let his yukata fall to the stones. He was a large, solid man. He had the hard, bulging, rounded muscles of a man accustomed to fighting the sea for victory over fish-laden nets. Thick of torso and waist, but all sold muscle. A King Neptune, as befitted his relationship to the sea. Thick of cock and heavy of balls too, I could clearly see.

He did ask me if he could join me in the pool; I have no idea what I answered, but it was his pool and I was his virtual prisoner—and I was nearly gone on the sake—so I'm sure I didn't demur. We sat there at opposite ends of the pool, luxuriating in the heat and mists of the pools and sharing the flagon of sake back and forth as it got darker.

And as it got dark, the lanterns were lit in the paper-walled rooms beyond mine, and, in silhouette, Goro and Jun began to service a procession of male clients in various positions and with varied volumes of vocal response. The rougher clients brought out the louder moans and groans of the two young men I'd grown to like; the more sensitive lovers brought out sighs and gasps that went to the very heart of me—that tugged at me and began to build in me, first, doubts of maybe missing something in life. And then the fingers of desire and wanting began to work their way into me.

Iwao, the chujen, was a master lover. His timing and rhythm were impeccable. He selected a moment when Goro and Jun were both receiving men of refinement and skill and sensitivity. I found myself sitting in Iwao's lap, facing the two chambers with their silhouetted tableaus of Goro and Jun responding fully to a slow and sensuous fuck, where they were being treated as equal lovers, to be pleased as well as to please, and not just as open vessels for frenetic seeding.




Trapped



I'd been married to Mark for three years when I found out about his cheating. I worked in IT, employed by a small web site design company operating out of a third floor office on 45th Street. The day I met him was the happiest day of my life. He was tall, kinda distinguished with his dark brown hair and wide shoulders. He was a client, manager of a import/export business who'd figured his web site needed a makeover.

He hit on me straight away, and a few days after we'd met he began texting me. First it was about work, then he got more friendly and invited me out for dinner at a restaurant a few blocks away from the office. That night I knew we were right for one another, but I made him wait until our third date before I invited him back to my apartment.

The sex was incredible. He had a strong athletic body, and it was pretty obvious he was experienced and knew how to please a woman. He was very gentle, not like the other men I'd slept with. He wasn't selfish in bed and knew just where to touch me to blow my mind. Within six months of that first meeting we were married and moved into a big house out of town. I thought we were the perfect couple. Okay, I knew he was away from the house a lot, but I thought he was working hard to build up the business. For three years I had no idea he was screwing around.

I found out by complete accident. One day, when I was cleaning up, I heard a cell phone ringing. I followed the sound and found it was coming from a jacket he'd worn to work the previous day.

As soon as I pulled it out his jacket pocket I knew I'd never seen the cell phone before. It certainly wasn't the one Mark used around me. I was going to put it back in his jacket, I just thought perhaps it was a business phone he'd picked up from the office by mistake, but something made me uneasy. Despite my better judgment, and feeling pretty guilty, I started scrolling through the messages.

They were all from women, about twenty in all. 

"Looking forward 2 2nite sexy," one read from a girl called Tania.

"U hard for me?" read another from a caller called Suzie.

My mind started to race. I went to the sent message folder and as I read the messages I started to feel real sick.

"Can't wait to fuck U. C U 2nite."

"U want my dick? U sure ur clit's big enough 4 me hun?"

"Shot my load just thinking of u."

I put the cell phone back in his jacket. Part of me wanted to confront him then and there but I figured he'd just deny it and say the phone wasn't his. I had to find out the truth, but couldn't think how to do it. I wondered how he was finding all these sluts. Then I suddenly had an idea.

Working in IT I knew about keystroke viruses, little programs that could go on a computer and spy on Internet usage. I spoke to a girl in the office, told her what I'd found, and she got a mate to send me a virus embedded in an e-mail attachment. It was kind of suitable really - it looked like a card and said "I love you" with heart and balloons. But when it was opened it put the keystroke virus on his laptop. He was always very protective of his so-called business laptop, so I worked out if he was picking up women on-line that's probably what he was using. I couldn't wait to send him the e-mail when he was at work, and when I got a reply saying "Awl, thanks honey, love you too," I felt pretty satisfied.

I waited a day or two before I went into the secret files that the programme was sending back to my computer. One part of me didn't want to know the truth but I was so eaten up by the thought of the text messages I felt ill. As I opened the folder my heart lurched.

My hunch was right. As I scrolled through a list of the web sites he'd used I came across an adult dating website. I had his password right there on the screen and I got into his account. When I started to read his e-mails I got more and more sore. It was obvious he was having one-night stands at least twice a week after work. I also discovered he had a real fetish for uniforms, and several times had begged women to dress up as nurses so he could fuck them still wearing their short dresses. I had my proof now, but as I read more and more of his depraved mails I wanted something more than just outing him. I wanted revenge. I wanted to trap him and make him pay for screwing around.

For the next few nights I lay in bed scheming how I could get revenge. I said I wasn't feeling well to stop him trying to screw me: I couldn't bear to think of his sweating body crawling all over me after he'd been fucking all those other sluts. But my brainwave didn't come until a few days later.

When he'd left for work one morning I went onto the adult dating site Mark used and made up a profile under an assumed name. I used a picture of a woman I found on the Internet, somebody I thought he'd hit on. The picture was of a woman in her twenties with long blonde hair and wearing a really tight miniskirt. I guessed he'd get a hard-on just looking at the picture, so I wasted no time in sending him a mail:

"Hi hun. Just saw your profile and wondered if we could get together? Email me back if you like what you see."

Within a few hours he sent me a mail:

"Thanks for your mail babe. You look hot. When can we hook up?"

I mailed straight back, trying hard to disguise any sayings that might make him realize it was me. We exchanged two more mails in quick succession, and by the afternoon his replies were pornographic, explaining in minute detail how he wanted to fuck me. He said he thought I'd look good in school uniform. I could almost hear him panting as he asked if I owned a short pleated skirt and school tie. He was hooked. He asked to call me but I said I was at work, but I agreed to meet him that evening at a motel just out of town.

I gave specific instructions as to what I wanted him to do. I said I had a fantasy that when I walked into the room he'd be naked on the bed. To please him I'd be wearing just a high-school style miniskirt and blouse under my coat, but he had to promise not to shoot his load too soon if I agreed to come down on him still wearing the school uniform. He readily agreed. 

Twenty minutes later he called me, his dutiful wife, saying how he'd have to work late again at the office. I made it simple for him and even told him not to work too hard. When I put the phone down I started to feel really hot. Tonight I was going to trap him, once and for all. I just needed to make a few little purchases at a nearby store and then wait for the fun to begin.

I saw his car in the lot as I pulled up. I was wearing a school uniform under my coat, but as agreed I wasn't wearing any underwear. I walked past reception and went straight up to his room. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door, checking my purchases were safely in my handbag along with a small automatic. 

The look on his face when he saw me was wonderful! He was lying naked on the bed, his cock already hard with anticipation. For a second he looked confused, then he went to jump off the bed to cover himself up, but I pulled out the gun and he froze.

"Get back on the bed honey," I purred, the gun still pointing at his chest. "What's wrong? You were hot enough when you mailed me today. What's the matter? You don't like the look of me or something?"

He was too stunned to speak, but he looked at the gun and climbed back on the bed obediently. I laughed.

"I thought you said you had a huge cock?" I said dismissively, watching as his dick shrivelled with the fear and the realisation he'd been tricked. "And I wore what you asked as well!"

I let my coat fall open. He looked me up and down, and just for a minute he cock started to harden again.

"I thought you might like that! Now, put these on." I dipped my hand into my bag and pulled out four sets of handcuffs. "First handcuff each leg to the bottom corners of the bed. Then cuff your right hand."

He did exactly as he was told, never taking his eyes off the gun. When his feet were securely cuffed I bent over and slipped the forth handcuff over his left wrist and clicked it around the bedstead. Then I stood up to admire my work.

"That's just so cute," I almost purred, putting the gun away. "Now, just incase you get any silly ideas of shouting for help I'm going to add a finishing touch."

I pulled out a pair of my old panties and stuffed them into his mouth. I had some tape and, forcing the panties down his throat I put the tape over his face. He started to murmur and struggle a bit, but he was too securely bound to get free.

I took off my coat so he could fully appreciate my school uniform outfit. Then, teasingly, I started to unbutton my blouse. I pulled out my breast and lent over his face, pushing my breast over his nose so hard he could hardly breathe. Then I straightened up.

I told him I knew everything. I told him I could easily file for divorce and expose his sexual habits to his clients and ruin his business. He looked at me with a fixed stare as I pretended to mull over the possible consequences.

"But," I said finally, "I'm not prepared to send three years of marriage down the drain. On the other hand I'm not prepared to let you carry on screwing around."

I felt into my handbag for my last purchase of the day.

"You know what this is?" I asked as I held up a small plastic tube to the light. "It's a chastity belt. A male dick cage. It locks with a tiny padlock and when it's in place you won't even be able to wank, let alone fuck."

To my amazement his dick started to harden. He was actually getting excited with the idea! I hadn't foreseen this, and I realized I couldn't get the cage on with his cock hard. I didn't want to wank him: there was no way he was ever going to enjoy an orgasm again. But how to get him flaccid?

Then I had a thought. When I'd been checking up chastity belts on the Internet I'd read some heavy feminist stories. There was one way to get his dick soft without letting him enjoy it......

"I'll tell you what," I said softly. "You can have one last bit of fun before you get locked up for good."

I sat on the bed, uncrossing my legs so he could see right up my skirt to my pussy. Having all this power turned me on, and he could see I was damp. I put out my hand and gently started running my fingers up his cock. Feeling me touch his dick made him rock hard, and I opened my legs wide so he could smell the juice running from my cunt. He started to pant heavily through his nose, and I could see his balls twitching as he was about to come.

Without warning I took my hand away and stood up. His eyes stared wide in horror. He was about to come but his dick had suddenly lost the stimulation. In desperation he tried to pump up and down on the bed as hard as he could, but with his cock in free air he couldn't finish properly and his spunk just dribbled out. I looked at him and laughed, the white rivulets of semen running down his belly as it dripped out frustratingly from his cock, his orgasm completely ruined. He choked hard on the panties that were forced down his throat. I just watched and waited.

Sure enough his dick began to soften and as soon as it started to wither I padlocked the chastity device on him. Then I hung the key round my neck and pulled on my coat.

"I'll tell the housemaid to give you an early call in the morning," I said as I prepared to leave him still naked and tied to the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow night honey."

I shut the door behind me and smiled as I walked back to the car lot.

That was six months ago. I've got him trained now. He knows that whining won't get him unlocked and he knows I've got enough evidence to break him in the divorce courts so he acts as good as gold. Once a month I tie him to the bed and take off his cock restraint to milk him and keep his prostrate healthy, but he never gets to come. I walk around the house in sexy clothes, really short skirts, just to get him hot. I love wearing uniforms as I know it turns him on but he can't get any satisfaction in his dick cage. Sometimes, just to tease him, I tie him up and unlock him saying I'm going to wank him. Every time he gets excited, his cock getting really hard as I caress it. But just when he's about to come I always make sure I ruin his pleasure somehow. I used to just let go, but now I've learnt other ways to destroy his orgasms that give me far greater pleasure. It's so funny to see the look in his eyes as I ruin his orgasm yet again! He never learns!

So girls, let's get together! If you find your man is straying take a leaf from my book and hunt him down until he's trapped and no place to hide. Then get him locked. You have no idea how satisfying it is to have your partner chaste, no idea how hot it is to see him squirm knowing he's never going to enjoy an orgasm ever again.

I think every man should have his cock locked up. Men shouldn't be able to jerk off just when they feel like it or be able to screw around. The key to Mark's padlock hangs around my neck 24/7. And God, you've no idea how horny that makes me feel! 



Trapped!



It was a horribly hot day in late June. Lila had spent the morning inside on the phone to her landlady regarding the roses growing up the side of the house. Lila lived in a two story house that had been converted into two studio apartments, one on the top floor, and one on the bottom. She occupied the bottom apartment, and the wild roses growing up the side of the house were now covering her living room window. Normally, Lila liked flowers, but not when they obstructed her view of the driveway.

The landlady told Lila that she would have the roses cut down by the end of next week, the same thing she had said about the matter for the past two months. Grumbling, Lila had hung up the phone and decided that she would just do the job herself. After all, it was a nice day, although hot, and she had nothing better to do.

She went outside and around to the back of the house, where the entrance to the underground storm cellar was, hoping to find some hedge trimmers or other tool to make the job easier. But there was a padlock on the door of the cellar, and Lila did not have a key. She glared at the padlock in frustration, also noticing the ax propped up next to the cellar door. Idly she chewed over the idea of chopping the door open with the ax, not that she wanted to cut down the roses that badly, but just for the pleasure of causing the landlady some inconvenience. But she turned away, thinking, and then remembered that she had a hunting knife in her apartment. It had been a gift from an ex from long ago. She had thought it a strange gift at the time, until he told her it was for protection. Lila remembered when he had broken up with her to date a man, and her stomach churned a little at the memory.

She went up to her apartment and after a ten minute sweaty search found the knife. It was still encased in its leather holder, never used, which Lila hoped meant it was still sharp. She took it outside, and after worming her way through the tangle of roses and vines at the side of the house, began the laborious process of cutting the rosebush branches. It was hot, sweaty and slow work. But she found a certain pleasure in it, because she was pretending that every branch resembled her ex-boyfriend's head. He had broken up with her over a month ago with no reason, and she was still furious with him. She had not dated much since then, having no tolerance for the opposite sex yet. But then, going to school and working full time did not leave her much time for a social life anyway, a major complaint her ex had had about their relationship. Today was the first free day she'd had in nearly two months, and here she was spending it cutting down roses. And getting quite scratched up in the process.

"Isn't the landlady supposed to take care of that?"

Lila whirled around, startled at the sudden sound of a voice behind her, and faced her upstairs neighbor, David, standing behind her with a grocery bag in one hand and his keys in the other. 

David had already lived in the upstairs apartment when Lila had moved in seven months ago. He had spoken cheerfully to her every time she ran into him, and he had also helped her out of a tight fix when the hot water heater had broken down in the cold of March, a problem the landlady had not seen as dire as Lila had. David was apparently a jack of all trades, especially good at maintenance work, and his help had been a tremendous relief when faced with the prospect of taking cold showers. 

He was a tall man, leanly built with wiry muscle, and he had dark brown hair and a pleasant, intelligent face. Lila had always thought he was good looking in his own unique way, something rare in most men. She liked him very much, for his quiet ways drew her. He never made any noise at all, in fact, he seemed to be a bit of a recluse. In all the time Lila had been his neighbor, she had never seen any guests come and go from his upstairs apartment. He seemed very content with his life, and the more she saw of him, the more her curiosity about him grew, wondering what, if anything, made him tick. Of course, she also did not mind looking at his wiry, muscular body.

Lila dropped the hunting knife and shoved her long black hair off of her sweaty forehead. "Yes, she is supposed to have it done, but I want it done before we can't find the house anymore once it's buried in roses," she replied in a tone heavy with sarcasm.

David nodded and grinned a little, and Lila, in a small corner of her mind, got the same feeling that she had gotten many times before when talking to David, that he was concentrating on keeping his eyes on her face and not staring at her ample chest, which at the moment was barely covered by a white tank top. David was not a guy to express thought or emotion to anyone, but Lila had, on occasion, noticed him watching her when she was coming and going or outside tanning. Why did she sense an intensity behind his silence? The intelligence in his eyes attracted her, but she knew she could never tell him that he had any effect on her. He was simply not approachable that way.

"You're going to end up melting out here," he finally said, looking up at the sky, which had gone from a bright blue to a rather odd hazy color of gray. Yet in the short time Lila had been outside working, the heat had grown worse.

"Probably," Lila agreed. She wanted this conversation to end before she said something to embarrass them both. She bent down to retrieve her hunting knife.

"Why are you using a knife to do that?" he asked. "Aren't there any hedge clippers or something around, maybe in the cellar?"

"I can't get into the cellar," Lila replied doefully. "It's padlocked and I don't have a key. Do you?"

"She locked the cellar? It wasn't locked last week."

"Well, it's locked now."

David rolled his eyes. "I wonder what she's worried about losing out of there," he muttered.

Lila sighed. "Well, I'm getting the job done. Slowly." She turned to resume her sawing at the branches, unaware that David was staring at the exposed skin of her lower back, now quite scratched up from the thorns.

"Don't hurt yourself," he said, and turned to go inside. Lila murmured something in response but did not turn around.

David took his groceries inside, and just in time, because he did not want Lila to see the flush on his face that he knew was there. He always felt that heat in his face whenever he was around her for any length of time. Especially when she was wearing only cutoff jeans and a halter top. 

He turned on the television, just for something to listen to as he put away his groceries, but his mind was on his downstairs neighbor. Ever since Lila had moved in, David had tried to work up the courage to ask her out, or even just ask her over for a drink or something. She was extremely attractive, with long jet black hair and ebony eyes to match, yet her skin was pale and delicate. She jogged every morning and had a body that he often dreamed about at night, waking up to wet sheets, something he was embarrassed to even think about. He did not have a great deal of experience with women, in fact, he'd only slept with three, all of which had been one night stands, and nothing much to remember. It was not that he was unattractive, although he felt that on a scale of one to ten, he was just average. No, it was simply that he never had all that much to say, and a lot of women found him boring. They could not be comfortable with his silences. He enjoyed his life of solitude, though he cherished the few friends he had who had been patient enough to wait until he would let them get close to him.

As he finished putting things away he heard the slam of the door as Lila went into her apartment, and a few minutes later he heard her shower start up. The walls in the house were quite thin, and most sounds from either unit could be heard. Lila never really made any noise though, except on occasional nights, when David had lain awake and listened to the unmistakable sounds of sex from her bedroom below. Hearing Lila's moans on those nights nearly drove him out of his mind. However, he had not heard anything of that sort for quite some time. A couple of weeks ago Lila had mentioned to him that she'd broken up with the guy she'd been dating. David knew he should have grabbed the opportunity then to ask her out, but she had seemed angry about her breakup and his nerve, again, had failed him. He just couldn't find the right words, and the thought of making a fool of himself always stopped him.

The television suddenly began to make a noise that cut into David's thoughts. He wandered into the living area and saw that the program he'd had on had been interrupted by the Emergency Broadcast System. He waited for the announcement that it was only a test, but instead, the National Weather Service announced that a tornado warning had been issued for their area. Apparently a funnel cloud had been spotted on the ground and was heading their way, and residents were to take cover immediately.

David went into the kitchen again and looked out of the window. From his upstairs apartment he could see the sky clearly. It had gone a little grayer, but there was not a breath of wind and no sign of severe weather kicking in. Another false alarm, he thought. Their state was known for tornado activity, but the warnings were issued much more often than the tornadoes appeared, and most people took the reports with a grain of salt.

He went into the bedroom to change into a pair of very old, thin cotton shorts, not wanting to wear anything more in the oppressive heat. Then he returned to the living room, where he found to his surprise that the television screen was now just a screen of snow. He glanced out the window again, and his heart skipped a beat. In the few minutes it had taken him to change, the wind had picked up rapidly and was now bending the trees in the yard halfway to the ground. The light outside had taken on a greenish cast and the sky was black.

There was no doubt that the warning just issued was real this time.

Hot adreneline started to pound through David's veins, and without a moment's hesitation he tore his door open and raced down the outside steps and around to the front of the house to Lila's front door. He did not waste time knocking but just burst right into her living room, nearly colliding with Lila herself, who was just coming out of her bathroom. She was wrapped in a short bath towel, her black hair hanging damply down her back.

"David!" Lila cried, shocked at his sudden intrusion into her apartment without even knocking. Her TV was not on, and in the shower she had not heard the wind pick up.

Whatever she was about to say was cut off by the sound of the tornado sirens rising to a high pitch and screaming out their warning.

"Come on!" David shouted, grabbing Lila by one tiny wrist. Lila, who had grown up in Oklahoma, in Tornado Alley, needed no further persuasion. When they got outside, real fear shot through her. She knew what the early signs of an oncoming tornado looked like. They had to get to shelter, and fast.

The wind by now had risen to a dangerous strength. Lila and David struggled against it, moving around the house and slowly making their way toward the storm cellar in the back. Lila had to hold her towel up with one hand, and she held on to David's hand tightly with her other. Without his guiding her, she knew she'd be no match for that wind, which kept throwing her into him. They were both barefoot, and David, who had forgotten he wore only shorts, was brutally reminded by a flying tree branch that rammed into his bare back. He staggered, but Lila tightened her grip, and though her hand was very small, she was strong and kept him on his feet.

It seemed to take an eternity for them to reach the storm cellar door, and once they finally did they were faced with the padlock locking it shut. David shouted a curse which could not be heard above the wind. Lila did not bother. Her eye had fallen on the ax she had spotted earlier, and she had absolutely no hesitation about using it now. Knowing that David could not hear her even if she screamed, she simply let go of him and reached for the ax herself. The wind threw David into the cellar door as Lila took aim and, praying that her towel would stay knotted onto her body, swung the ax as hard as she could.

To her delight, her aim was impeccable, probably the only time in her life she would ever hit a mark so well. The rusted old padlock broke open and fell to the ground. Lila dropped the ax, not noticing the quick look of admiration David shot at her.

Using all the strength in his wiry body, David pulled the cellar door open and grabbing Lila's hand again, pulled her into the dark storm cellar with him right behind. They both almost fell down the three wooden steps leading down into the underground chamber. The wooden door crashed down behind them, but they both knew there was no time to latch it. They had to find cover down here, and it was nearly pitch black. Lila had never been down into the cellar before, but David had, and he knew there was a heavy metal table down here, shoved into a far corner against the back wall. Even down here, the noise of the approaching storm was deafening and conversation impossible. So David, still holding Lila's hand, began to lead her in the direction that he knew the table to be in. Lila allowed herself to be led, her heart pounding and her mind fuzzy with fear. Having lived through tornadoes before, she knew what they could do, and the noise she was hearing from above told her that they were truly in danger. 

David bumped into the table and reached out to feel it with his hand. He tugged gently at Lila's hand, and she understood that he wanted her to squat down. She too reached out to feel for the table. Once her hand found it, she lost no time in ducking down and scooting beneath it. David was right behind her.

Lila scooted back until her back hit a wall, and she reached out into the darkness and felt another wall to her left, telling her that the table was in a corner. She prayed that it was the corner in the opposite direction of the oncoming tornado. She started to scoot farther toward the corner, as far away from the two open sides of the table as she could, but before she got very far they both heard from above what sounded like an oncoming freight train, and she knew that the funnel cloud had just found their house.

David, also realising this, pushed Lila down flat on her back and threw his own body on top of hers, trying to shield her and pushing her head into his chest. Lila wanted to tell him that he should protect his own head but she knew he would not hear her. She clung to David with all her might as the wind rose to a terrible roar and something crashed above them. David's heart pounded as he tried to remain still and wait, wait to live or wait to die. Lila shrieked into his neck as the entire cellar suddenly shook and things were falling all around them. The noise was almost unbearable. Lila's eyes were squeezed shut, and a voice in her head kept praying, please let it be quick, please let there be no pain...

As quickly as the twister had hit, it was over. The next thing David and Lila heard was silence, mingled with the pounding of their own hearts in their ears. They both remained frozen, listening to the quiet that was almost as deafening as the wind had been, and even more terrifying, neither of them ready to trust it yet. After almost five minutes, it was Lila who broke it.

"David?" she asked in a small and shaking voice. "Are you all right?"

David slowly lifted his head a little bit. "I think so," he told her, shifting a little. "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Lila shook her head and answered, "No, you didn't. I'm fine."

They both slowly became aware that they were alive and unhurt. Quick on the heels of that realisation came the notion that it was darker than it should have been.

And the space under the table had changed somehow, but they could not pin down how.

David lifted himself slowly up off of Lila's body, trying to sit up, but whacked his head on the bottom of the table top. "Dammit," he muttered, deciding to try and scoot backwards, toward the open end of the table behind their feet. But when he did, his bare feet didn't find open space. Carefully, he used his foot to navigate around behind them, and all he felt were brick pieces and slabs of wood, what could only be debris. And it stretched all the way to the table top, and probably beyond.

He reached out with one hand, supporting his weight with the other, toward the front of the table, the open space they had scooted under by, praying his hand would find nothing. But his prayers were denied, for again, he hit a wall of rubble. A wall that completely blocked the table opening, by the feel of it.

And cement wall still blocked the opposite side and the side behind Lila's head.

The table they were hiding beneath was completely buried in rubble. There was no way for them to get out. Pinpoints of light shone in through the debris wall, which was a small comfort, for it meant that they would also have enough air so that they would not suffocate.

Not for a while, at least.

"What's the matter?" Lila asked. She had not moved throughout his entire inspection of their blocked escape routes, but she knew something was not right. She also thought she knew what it was, and she was praying to be wrong. But David's words cut that hope off quickly.

"We're buried under this table," he told her, in the same calm and quiet tone he used to say hello to her occasionally. Oddly enough, his tone delayed immediate panic for her. "I think your apartment, and probably mine too, has collapsed into the cellar."


Bright tendrils of panic pierced Lila's mind. With a superhuman effort, she fought them down. "Can't we dig our way out?"

David was still propped up on his elbows, holding his body off of Lila's. "I don't think so. Neither of us is strong enough to move that wall of rubble, and we'd probably bring even more down. We'd end up buried even more than we are now, or risk the table breaking. It's a miracle it stood. We have light, and air, and at least we're not hurt."

"So we have to wait," Lila said in a dull voice that did not even begin to convey the fear rising up within her. She hated small spaces with every bone in her body, and the urge to scream and try to fight and kick her way out was very difficult to control.

"I'm going to try to move so we can sit up," David told her. Lila did not answer. She just lay still as David tried to maneuver his body off of hers. But his height was working against him, and no matter which way he scooted or bent, he hit a wall of rubble, cement, or the table top. Rubble was only an inch away on their one side, and the wall was an inch on the other side. And behind and in front was only an inch more, not nearly enough to change position.

"I can't get off of you, Lila," David told her. "You're smaller, maybe you can scoot out from under me."

Lila felt him raise up as high as he could, and she tried to move, but she got less than an inch before rubble poked her in the side, making her suck in her breath. She tried to scoot backwards but hit her head on the wall. The problem was that the table they were sheltered under didn't stand very high.

"I can't," she informed him. She bit her lip hard, because moving around made her realise just how confined a space they were in. It was like two people crammed into a coffin. 

"Okay," David said, in that same quiet voice that now barely helped to hold her fear in check. "Then we'd better just try to be still and conserve our air and energy. It's going to get really hot in here before too long. You sure you're okay?" He asked her because although he could not see well, he got the feeling that she was terrified and barely holding it together.




Trapped!



"Yes," Lila lied, but he heard the fear in her voice. Not wanting to smother her, he continued to hold his body up, propped onto his elbows, so that only his legs were on the floor. His mind had already accepted the fact that they were alive but trapped, and he was sure rescue would come, hopefully sooner than later. He was also quite sure that they could survive until it did, especially since they were both unhurt.

Now his mind was reminding him of other things, things he didn't want to be thinking about. Such as how scantily clad they both were. Especially Lila. She still had the bath towel knotted around her, but it was so short that she might as well have been naked.

Naked. Dimly he realised that she was almost definitely naked beneath that towel, she'd just gotten out of the shower when the tornado sirens went off. That thought was all it took for his insides to turn over, and he felt a stirring in his shorts. His shorts were all he wore and the material was extremely thin and flimsy. If he got excited, it would show like a cockroach on a wedding cake. There was little doubt in his mind that if he lay back down, he would get excited, and he didn't want to insult Lila or make her angry.

Lila, on the other hand, was still struggling with the terrified knowledge that they were trapped and could not get free. She was glad to be alive and unhurt, and she knew someone would eventually come and dig them out, but she didn't know how much longer she could stand knowing that she had been buried alive.

A vibration on either side of her head slowly commanded her attention, and she suddenly knew it was David's arms, trembling with the effort of holding himself up. A warm rush of gratitude overcame her. He had tried to protect her, and even now, he knew she was scared and was trying not to make her feel even more penned in by lying on her. If she panicked in this small, confined space, she would very likely do him an injury, and she didn't want to risk that. She reached out to that thought and held on to it, and her panic died away like a candle flame in the rain. 

In the excitement and the danger and panic, Lila had not thought about the fact that she wore only a bath towel and David a pair of shorts. Until David said, "Lila, my arms are giving out. I've got to lie down on you just long enough to rest them.. I'm sorry."

Why on earth was he apologising for that? "I don't mind, David," she told him. "Conserve your strength, you won't hurt me."

He did not want to tell her that it wasn't hurting her that he was worrying about. Slowly, he lowered his body, trying to spread his weight evenly and lightly on her. It was a wasted effort, for Lila's previous attempt to scoot out from under her had shifted her position beneath him so that her legs were open. When he lay down, he was lying between her legs. As their bodies came together, David sucked in his breath, feeling her pelvis meet his and his now too obvious hard on pressing against her in a place that made her jerk a little. He immediately raised himself up again, despite the pain in both of his arms. "Oh shit.. Lila, I'm sorry, I didn't know... I mean I.."

"David, lie down," she said quietly, her tone of voice now matching his. "It's not your fault that we're in this fix, and you can't hold yourself up forever. We have no idea how long it'll be before we're found, not to mention how long it will take to dig us out."

"But you--I--" David had no idea what to say. He was intensely embarrassed because his excitement was growing, as if his body had a mind of its own, and if she had not felt it already, she certainly would when he lay back down again. The darkness hid her face and he could not see her expression. What would she think? What would she say? Would she laugh? 

But she was right, he could not hold his body up any longer. His arms had already gone numb. And while he was trying to decide what to do, his arms made the decision for him, giving out on him completely. He almost fell back down on top of Lila. "Oh shit.. Lila?"

"I'm all right," she said. She placed her hands lightly on David's back, and he jumped a little, but logic told him there was no place else for her to put them. His face was pressed lightly against her neck, she could feel his breath in her ear. "Just try to relax," she murmured into his shoulder. "Try not to think." She herself was sternly ordering her hands to lie still and not roam the skin and muscle of his back. Her hands obeyed, but insisted on trembling a little.

David closed his eyes and tried to do as Lila suggested. But he could not shut down his senses, nor could he shut down his mind. The scent of her clean hair and skin, so close to his face, washed over him like an intoxicant. The feel of her bare legs against his made his skin tingle. And worst of all, he could now feel through the thin material of his shorts her naked sex, which was pressed hard against his still swelling cock. Painfully aware of this, he started to shift his position on top of her, despite her insistence that he remain still. He wanted to find a way to lie so that they were not crotch to crotch, but every movement he made only served to cause friction in the worst possible places. Each time he moved, he felt himself rubbing against her, making his desire even more intense and painful. His breathing was becoming heavy and ragged, and so close to her ear, he knew she could hear it, but he could not calm it down. He was thankful for the darkness, so at least she could not see his face, which by now was probably as red as a fire engine.

As if matters could not get any more complicated, David suddenly felt his tool working its way out of his shorts as it grew larger and harder. There was no way he could get it back into concealment without Lila noticing, nor was there any hope that it would go soft.

Lila somehow managed to remain still, despite David's restless little movements that caused just as much excitement for her as they did him. Many new things were now aware to her, and the thought of being trapped was no longer on her mind. Her mind was on the man she was trapped with, the kind and shy man who had tried to protect her and was still trying to do so, despite his own desires. She could feel the hardness between his legs, and she also knew how badly he wanted to hide it from her. His embarrassment flowed from him so clearly she could almost see it. It was clear he was unaware of the rising passion in her own body, because she was still able to lie still. But the more he moved, the wetter her cunt became, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he would feel it. She wished he would lie down again. She could think of no easy or decent way to tell him that she wanted to feel his hard sex pressing against her, rubbing her, working its way in. Her hands, still on his back, trembled even more now. His uneven breathing in her ear was the worst, because even more than the feel of his hard rod, his breathing communicated his extreme excitement and made sweet pain melt through her loins.

David could not seem to remain still. He continued to move, a little to one side, a little to the other, still holding himself off of Lila for as long as he could. But occasionally he would have to lie down to rest. In all of his shifting around, neither he nor Lila noticed that the knot holding her towel on had come loose. The towel fell softly off of her, exposing her whole naked body, just as David was lowering himself again. His naked chest met hers.

In spite of his extreme effort at self control, a moan escaped David's lips, a sound of embarrassment and deepening need. Lila too gasped a little and her body jumped in surprise when she felt her breasts meet his body. Her nipples immediately went hard and she felt her sex dripping, making his shorts damp. He had to feel it now. But he raised himself up again.

"Lila, I didn't mean.."

"I know you didn't," she answered softly. She could not let this go on. "David, lie down."

"I can't," he whispered. "I can't lie on you like that. Can you move enough to retie your towel?"

"It would only come loose again," she said calmly. "Will you just lie down?"

"But-" He tried to find the right words. "I don't know how long I can.. control.."

"Join the club," she said almost harshly. Her words surprised him, for he had been so intent on concealing his own sexual excitement that he had not felt Lila's. Lila went on, "I want you to lie down, David, and stop feeling embarrassed about something you're not alone in feeling."

He started to argue again and she impatiently reached up and pulled him back down again, immediately wrapping her arms around him so that he could not rise back up. David was so stunned that he didn't even try.

But when she did it, his half exposed cock came into direct contact with her dripping slit, and he felt it for the first time. So she hadn't been trying to make him feel better. The heat and wet of her desire coated his shaft and his breathing intensified even more. He clenched his fists, trying to remain still.

Lila was now the one having a hard time being still. She could feel that his cock was half exposed, and the head of it was pressing against her clit, making her even wetter. Her heart was pounding and she unconciously began moving a little bit under David, making the head of his cock massage her a little bit. Their bodies were slick with sweat. David's whole body was trembling violently, and Lila couldn't hold back a small moan of desire.

David raised his head up and attempted to look Lila in the eye. He could not see her, but he knew his lips were just above hers. When he spoke, his voice was not soft nor quiet. It had a strength Lila had never heard before.

"I can't stand this any longer," he said.

When Lila opened her mouth to respond, David covered it with his own, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, emboldened by trying so long to restrain himself. Lila sucked on his tongue, and David let his body sink into hers. They kissed deeply, David rubbing his chest against her hard nipples, making them even harder. Lila moaned into the kiss, and the sound of it, heard so many times from his apartment, made him grind his cock against her cunt. His entire shaft, as well as his balls, were now exposed from his shorts.

Her hot wetness covered his dick, and both of them groaned, Lila moving her hands down David's back to his ass and pushing him harder against her. David ran his tongue down her neck and entangled his fingers in her hair. Her body moved with relish beneath his, and he could feel her pussy getting wetter and hotter as it moved against his cock, sending delicious sensations through him.

David had not intended to go any further, hoping that the foreplay would ease his incredible need. He still did not want to take advantage of Lila or of their situation. But then he felt Lila's tongue tasting his ear.

"I wish you hadn't done that," he growled, and he pushed himself against her hard, making sure his cock rubbed her clit. When he moved back, his tool suddenly found her entrance and he slid into her to the hilt.

"Oh, God," David moaned, feeling her tight muscles contract around him. She felt so incredibly good, and he could think of nothing to compare it with. Lila loved the way he filled her, and when he thrust deep, he touched something inside her that sent white-hot pleasure through her whole body. 

He began to move, pumping in and out, as deep as he could each time. It wasn't long before Lila's whole body tensed, and he could feel the strong grip and warm rush of wet as she covered his cock with her cream, crying out into the darkness and holding him as tightly as she could. David started to pump faster and harder, thankful that there was just enough room in their trap to fuck her hard. Lila met his thrusts with strength, milking his cock with her cunt. She only wished she could have tasted it, running her tongue over it, licking and sucking him. Just thinking that, combined with David's thrusts, made her come again, and as she did David felt his cock burst and spill his seed into her body. He yelled and bit her shoulder, shuddering with the intensity of it, her orgasm mingling with his.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, their bodies sweaty and dusty. But they did not have long to recover. From what sounded like far outside of the debris, they heard voices.

David quickly pulled on his shorts and Lila retied her towel, both of them shouting in answer and deafening each other in the process. But their cries were heard by outside ears, and the voices answered them.

They both waited, and after a little while, more light began to peek through as the debris was moved.

"I guess I don't need to worry about the roses anymore," Lila said.

David almost laughed, realising only now that their homes and possessions were destroyed. And he didn't really care, for some reason.

"Will we see each other again?" he asked quietly in the darkness, expecting a refusal.

But though Lila's voice sounded indignant, her words made him want to jump for joy. "We had BETTER," she said. "I want to try that in a normal place, like, I don't know, a bed."

They both laughed then, and David kissed her, and as the rescuers got closer, they basked in the afterglow of celebrating being alive in the best way there could ever be to celebrate.



Trapped!



I spotted her almost as soon as she entered the bar. Naturally, I did the man-type check out. First, breasts, not bad, about 34 C cups, nicely flaring hips; slim waist; long tapered legs; slim ankles; small feet. Then I looked at her face. She was cute in an anime kind of way. She had long semi-curly blond hair that hung half way to her waist. I was hypnotized. She saw me checking her out and she smiled at me. 

She sort of floated up to me. "Hi," she said.

"Wow," I replied.

"You've got a nice complexion and a really good build. I like your hair too," she said.

"You mean you were checking me out?" I mumbled.

"Well, I had to do something while you were checking me out."

Uh oh. An alarm bell was ringing in my subconscious. It said, be careful stupid. She's probably a lot smarter than you are!

"Would you like a drink?" I managed to croak.

"Okay, I'll have a Strawberry Daiquiri," she answered.

"Let's go get a table," I suggested. I took her arm and escorted her to a table in the corner.

I ordered our drinks and smiled at her. The longer I looked at her, the more beautiful she became. We slowly sipped our drinks. About half way down on mine I asked her, "Would you go to dinner with me?"

"You move kind of fast, don't you?" she answered.

"I don't want to scare you; I would just like to get to know you better. I think you are absolutely beautiful and you are easy to talk to. I've never met a girl who just immediately had me spellbound. I want to know you a lot better," I pleaded.

"Is this a date?" she asked.

"It is if you go to dinner with me," I replied.

"It's a date then. Where are you taking me?"

"Do you like seafood?"

"I love seafood."

"We'll go to Ivar's!"

"Okay. Is their seafood good?"

"It's the best in Seattle." So we were off to Ivar's. It was about a ten minute drive and I watched her carefully all the way there. Again, the longer I watched, the better she looked.

We parked under the viaduct and sprinted across the road into the restaurant. "I'd like a table with an ocean view," I told the waitress.

As we perused the menu I noticed that she would look at me every now and then and smile. Then she would drop her eyes back to the menu. It was kind of disturbing, not knowing why she was smiling at me.

"This is going to sound strange, but I didn't get your name back in the bar," I said.

"That's because I didn't give it to you," she replied.

"Well since we are on our first date, don't you think it's time to enlighten me?"

"Sure. My name is Sandy Taylor. What's yours?"

"I'm Duncan Bradford. I think Sandy is a very pretty name. What do you want to do after dinner?"

"If it's not too late, we could take the foot ferry to Bremerton and back."

"That's kind of unusual. Okay, let's do it."

We ordered the food and ate slowly. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and she caught me staring several times. She maintained a constant smile or maybe it was a smirk. I didn't know and I didn't care. I was just happy to be with her.

After dinner we walked down the water front and caught the ferry. She stood on the foredeck with the wind blowing her hair. I thought she was absolutely spectacular. When we went back inside and sat down my heart was pounding. Her hand found mine. I thought I might have a heart attack. It was so soft and smooth. I looked at her. Her eyes met mine and for a minute I thought/hoped she was going to kiss me.

We got off the ferry and strolled downtown. It was a warm evening with a light breeze coming off the inlet. "We'll have to come here in a car and make a day of it sometime," I ventured.

She squeezed my hand. "That sounds good. When do you want to do it?"

I had no idea that she would even consider the proposal. "Soon, very soon," I croaked.
 We slowly walked back to the ferry dock. The ferry from Seattle was just docking. I got our tickets and we boarded. "This was a good idea," I remarked, "Do you often take your dates on a boat ride?"

"Only the ones I am a little afraid of."

"You're afraid of me? Why would you be afraid of me?"

"You seem a bit fast and precocious," she answered.

"I didn't mean to scare you. In fact, I'm intimidated by you," I replied.

"Intimidated by me? Why? What did I do?"

"You were just you. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? You look like a playboy playmate. I was almost too shy to talk to you back in the bar. Now I'm glad I did. How many boyfriends are snuffling up your tracks?"

"There isn't anyone snuffling up my tracks. Most boys just want to herd me into the sack. You didn't seem the type."

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I would love to sleep with you sometime but it is too early in our relationship for that. We have to get to know each other a lot better."

She put her arms around me and there on the foredeck of the Bremerton/Seattle ferry we shared our first kiss. "Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?" I panted.

"Well, yeah. I can feel it," she giggled.

My erection was poking her tummy. "Oh damn! I'm so sorry!" I whined.

"Don't worry about it. If it wasn't that way I might think I was ugly or something."

"You're definitely not ugly. Where do you work?"

"I'm a student at the U. I'm in the master's program. How about you?"

"I'm employed by Microsoft. I'm a programmer."

"Oh, you must be smart. How long have you been a programmer?"

"Since I graduated college two years ago. I doubt I'm smarter than you though. You seem to know exactly what you're doing and I'm just sort of stumbling around."

We exchanged addresses and phone numbers. I walked her back to her car and she kissed me again, this time with much more feeling. Then she was gone. I couldn't get her out of my mind. It was driving me crazy. I dreamed about her that night. I called her the next day.

"Hi Sandy how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Is this Duncan?"

"Yes. I can't get you out of my mind. Would you go out with me next weekend?"

She giggled into the phone. "Sure, what did you have in mind? Could we go to Port Angeles? I haven't been there in a long time," she answered in a husky voice.

Of course I was sunk. My lips were trembling as I said, "Sure, we can go anywhere you want."

"Okay Duncan, why don't we leave Saturday morning and come back Sunday night?"

I damned near fainted when the implications of her suggestion finally soaked into my dull little brain. "You want to stay overnight in Port Angeles?"

"Well yeah, do you want to stay overnight?"

"Yes, yes of course. It'll give us a chance to get better acquainted."

"That's what I was thinking. Also it'll give us a chance to be alone."

"I'll pick you up at seven Saturday morning."

"Do I hear heavy breathing?" she chirped.

"It's a wonder you hear any breathing at all. I can't wait. I'll see you then. Bye"

"Bye."

I danced around my living room. Talk about luck! It just didn't get any better than that. The week crawled by like a drop of honey running down an icicle. I was nervous, half expecting her to call me and tell me the deal was off. 

She did call on Friday night. "Are you ready to go," her voice tinkled into the phone.

"Oh yeah, I haven't slept all week. I can't wait to see you again."

"I'm kind of anxious too. I'll see you in the morning. Bye"

I was so happy I almost had an orgasm standing there with the phone in my hand.

I spent half the night scrubbing my body and selecting clothes. I had seldom gone on trips with women and never with one this desirable. I set my two alarm clocks and tried to sleep. Sleep wasn't working out that well. All I could see when I closed my eyes was her. Finally, totally exhausted, the sand man claimed me. It seemed like I had just shut my eyes when the alarms went off. I jumped out of bed and took another quick shower, picked up my tote bag and headed for the car.

I got lost on my way to her place but I was saved by Onstar. She was ready and waiting for me when I arrived. "Good morning," she greeted.

"Good morning," I replied.

She tossed her bag in the back seat and we were off to the ferry pier. The ferry took us to Bremerton and we had breakfast there. By the time we finished breakfast I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't figure out why she had suggested this trip on only our second date.

"I have a confession to make," she said, "Remember when I told you I was afraid of you? Well, that was a lie. I was actually afraid of me. I was afraid of my feelings for you."

"I didn't lie," I told her. "I am still intimidated by you. I couldn't stop thinking about you all week."

"Well. When I see something I want, I do everything I can to get it. I knew when I first saw you that we could be good together. You are very good looking yourself and you're a good kisser. Don't be intimidated. I like you a lot." She leaned over and kissed me.

I damned near wrecked the car. Luckily, Sequim wasn't too far ahead of us. We stopped for lunch at the Three Crabs. They had superior seafood. Then we hit the road for Port Angeles.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I made reservations for us at a hotel on the waterfront."

"Mind? I should have thought of that myself. Just show me the way."

Thirty minutes later we were checking in. The reservations were for Mr. and Mrs. Bradford. My heart did a double back flip. By the time we got to the room I was panting. My heart was pounding. We went into the room and sat on the bed.

"I have another confession to make," she said.

"What is it? You're really a man?"

"No, silly" she giggled. "Meeting you in that bar was no accident. I've been watching you for weeks."

"You stalked me?" I muttered.

"Yeah."

"Why would you do that?" I inquired.

"Well, see, it's this way. Several months ago I noticed that something inside me was ticking. It turned out to be my biological clock. I looked at several men in the area and none of them even came close to you. They all lie to women just to get them into the sack. They are all unfaithful to them once they've scored. I was about to give up when I spotted you."

"What was so different about me?"

"Well, you were honest. You didn't have a herd of sluts following you around. You didn't drink a lot. And quite frankly, you were better looking than the others. By the time I decided to try to meet you, I had almost fallen in love with you.That's why I seemed to move so fast. I've known you for quite a while. By the time I got to meet you, I was too far gone. Can you ever forgive me?" she sniffled.

:"Now Sandy, don't cry. I'm flattered that a totally wonderful female would show that much interest in me."

She melted into my arms. "I am so relieved. I thought that you might just get up and leave after I confessed. What shall we do now?"

"We could start with a kiss and see what develops," I suggested.

She smiled at me and crushed my body to hers. She was feeling me as I was feeling her. We were panting into each other, her sweet breath capturing my soul. I felt her tongue probe my lips. I opened up and sucked her in. She moaned as our tongues met in the prelude to our mating dance. She slowly stripped my shirt from me. One of my nipples suddenly was in her mouth. It was driving me insane. I pulled her sweater from her and released her bra. Her breasts were beautiful, plump, ripe, ready for eating so I sucked one of them into my mouth and felt the nipple erect.

I rubbed the other breast and felt her hand on my thigh. She slid it upward until it contacted my engorged member. She squeezed it through the pants. "Get those off," she ordered.

We stood up together. She neatly unzipped her skirt and dropped it on a chair. I clumsily fumbled around with my pants until she finally swatted my hands away and took them off for me. I pulled her panties off and she slid my boxers down to the floor. We fell together on the bed in a tangled pile of arms and legs. My erection was rubbing her tummy. I could just whiff the aroma of her excited pussy. 

"I have to eat you!" I stammered pathetically.

"Please, be my guest," she whispered in happy anticipation.

I couldn't resist nibbling on her feet and legs. I left a little wet trail up the inside of her thighs. The closer I got to my prize, the more overwhelming the aroma grew until I could no longer maintain any semblance of sanity. I pounce on her pussy and inhaled the whole scrumptious unit. She tasted like a little drop of heaven. I licked her from bottom to top and then grasped her clit in my lips and licked it rapidly.

Her legs slammed shut as she tried to levitate off the bed. A low keening whine came from her lips. "Oh god yes!" she cried, "Don't ever stop. Lick it faster!"

Bending to the task, my tongue played a rough tattoo on her sensitive little bud. She tasted so good! I knew I was going to be a slave doing whatever she demanded.

Pussy juice was everywhere. "Enough!" she whispered. "Let's do it now!"

I reluctantly left her wonderful pussy behind and inched my way up her body kissing and nibbling as I went. When I reached her lips I felt her hand guiding my cock into her wet receptacle. "This belongs to me now," she whispered.

I knew she was right and I embraced the concept as I sank into her hot, slick tunnel. The world went away. I was in a happier, warmer place. Her arms held me tightly to her as we started our dance of love. I could feel her nipples rubbing my chest hairs. 

"Oh Duncan, I love you," she whispered.

Amazingly, I whispered, "I love you too."

"I want your baby," she whispered.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Faster, faster, faster," she groaned.

Soon I was at maximum speed. Her legs wrapped around my body holding me in a tight love embrace.

"I'm gonna cum," she cried.

Her pussy started a deep massage on our cock. It was more than I could stand and right in the middle of her orgasm I shot a gallon of sperm laced semen into her. She kept me clamped to her while we both wound down from the heights of ecstasy.

As sanity returned, we uncoupled and lay there panting in each others arms. "Nothing has ever been that good," I puffed.

"Yeah, it was amazing," she breathed back.

"Let's get a shower and do it again," she suggested.

"Yes maam. I really am in love with you, you know," I told her.

"I'm in love with you too. It's all part of my plan," she chuckled.

"Are you gonna tell me about this plan?" I asked.

"You are the plan," she answered, "I have tracked you down and now you are mine forever. We'll make a home together. We have a lot to discuss. But right now, let's get that shower and do it again."

We wandered hand in hand to the bathroom and got into the shower. The stinging needles of water felt great as they washed the fatigue from our bodies. I soaped her body paying particular attention to her nipples and her pussy. She moaned her approval at my carnal gestures. She soaped me up paying a lot of attention to my cock and ball set.

"If you keep rubbing it like that there won't be any baby for you. You'll have to scrape it off the shower curtain."

"Eww, you don't have to be so gross! You are right though. I want it in me, not on me."

We stumbled back to the bed. "Of course you realize this means the end of my bachelorhood, don't you?"

"Did you just ask me to marry you?"

"Hmm, well I guess I did. Will you marry me?"

"My plan is now complete! We'll do the paperwork as soon as we get back to Seattle. Now get over here and put another log in my fire. I am feeling especially fertile!"

Men just don't pass up invitations like that, so I pounced on her and she opened her legs. I took one look at her beautiful pussy and then drove my dick into her as far as I could. She squealed and humped against me. 

"Oh yeah! Gimme that cock! Give it all to me!" she screamed. We must have fucked a hundred times that night. When we finished I was a mess, she was a mess and the bed was shot. I had been caught in her neatly laid trap, but I was more than ready to join the legion of the happy suckers. 



Trapped



Barnabas Sword was handsome, self assured, dashing, intimidating, and the way he came on to Hope made me sick to my stomach. My wife's flattered responses made me sicker. It was bad enough at the fund raiser but got worse at Sword's apartment. Much worse. "Oh, let's go, Jack," she had said after Sword, having invited us, went off to take charge of another conversation. "You've had enough wine already," I protested, but I knew we were going. 

People connected in various ways to the orchestra, for which the fund raiser was being held. Hope was a second violinist. Sword's role was unclear to me other than it being an association of some kind with Horatio Finley, a major sponsor who had organized the event. I wore a suit and tie. Hope was in a spring dress, looking more like a fashion model than a musician. Sword had on a tuxedo. I watched my wife's gaze follow him as he strode off like a matador.

"It wouldn't be polite not to go. He's an important man, Jack."

"So, what do you think of him, apart from his importance?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. He's fairly good looking, I guess." 

"Seems like a take charge guy," I said. 

She almost yawned. "I suppose." She showed me her glass. "Jack, I'd like some wine," she said in a way that told me she had forgotten my thirty second old remark on the topic. "Don't fill it. We'll be going soon."

"Half?"

"Half is fine." As I walked off she opened her purse for a mirror to check her lipstick.

"You look glum," a middle age woman said at the bar. I recognized her as the violinist who held the chair before Hope's, and she recognized me. "He enjoys his conquests." 

"I bet your pardon." 

"Isn't that why you're glum? Because Barnabas is flirting with Hope?"

"That's a long way from a conquest, lady" I replied, testily.

"You're right. I'm sorry." 

I nodded and went back with the wine glummer than when I had left. But something was happening to me, hard to describe, an exquisite dread is the best I can do.

Sword's restored Victorian near the center of town was impressive, like the important man himself. You went left from a paneled hallway into a big living room in which the furnishings were expensive and artsy. Hope was struck by several old, large and beautiful Japanese screens that I was told didn't screen much of anything except the areas of the walls they stood before. I supposed they were instead of paintings. Spread around were three cozy arrangements of chairs, one with a sofa, in different styles and sizes, all tasteful. A baby grand piano graced a corner which had a bay window. Shortly after we got there Sword took Hope and me into the library to see his Emily Dickinson first editions which Hope had expressed interest in when Sword mentioned them at the fund raiser. We looked at the books he selected from the shelves and oohed and ached our ignorant appreciation. Back in the living room, where everyone gathered, there was wine, classical music, trays of cookies, a selection of fruit. I made the rounds meeting the other guests: a stout, cheerful woman named Louise Chasterly, about fifty, red dyed hair piled on her head in a bun, Sword's niece, a pretty, sassy eightteen year old named Marcy, a quiet but dangerous looking man around Sword's age (fortyish) named Henry and Horatio Finley himself, intimidating as Sword but in a different way. The small number of us surprised me. I wondered how come. Finley was gracious, which he was known to be at social occasions but not others. Henry turned out to be his bodyguard. This was a night for new experiences and attending a party with someone who had brought a bodyguard was one of them. I was curious to chat with Henry about his profession, but events intervened.

Sword acted the proper host, so much so that, combined with everyone else's good manners, I foolishly began to feel at ease. A little after 9:30 (I know because I had just glanced at Sword's 18th century wall clock), Mrs. Chasterly said to me, with Marcy there, the three of us by one of the draped windows, "Tell me, Jack, have you ever tried making yourself over as a girl?" I felt myself redden. "Of course not," I said, shocked not only by the question but that it was asked in the presence of a kid, having dismissed Marcy's bright lipstick and tight clothes for an innocent attempt to appear older in the company of grownups. Another mistake. Well, no one, not even Hope, knew about my girl outings of which there had been three, one in high school, two in college, prancing about at malls in skirt and blouse, wig and makeup, twice with falsies, once without, each an amazing and exciting experience, but I had put them and it behind me, or so I thought.

"You don't mind my asking, do you, Jack?," the woman breezily went on, "it's just that you are such a natural. You're about the prettiest young man I ever saw and you have that gorgeous hair. You hardly need to shave, don't you. You and your scrumptious wife will have beautiful children, if they're girls. I saw you in your bathing suit in the video of the Orchestra picnic so I know whereof I speak. Most women would kill for legs like yours."

Marcy grinned. "I saw it too."

"Yes, I don't know which one of you is prettier, your wife or you," Mrs. Chasterly added, with a meaningful smile I didn't get the meaning of. It wasn't the first time I had dealt with remarks about my wife's looks, comments that typically boiled down to why is she a starving musician when she could be making a fortune as a piece of ass. My stock answer for the first part was she isn't starving; for the second part, I don't know, why don't you ask her. In fact, her piece of ass qualities were the reason for her escape into music as well as her escape a year ago in marrying me, but lately there had been signs of her coming out of the shell she had first entered around age twelve when her attractions suddenly bloomed for horny boys and men alike. It worried me. I knew how hot she could be, and the signs on this night had been like neon lights ever since Barnabas Sword smiled at her. She was twenty-four now, as was I. It also wasn't the first time I had been treated to the pretty boy observation, though seldom were the comments this bold and never when they came from a woman. 

I giggled. It struck me as achingly funny that this was happening, my buried secret brought to the edge of light in the midst of Barnabas Sword's after-party. Mrs. Chasterly was fishing, of course, and I was only caught if I chose to be caught, which I did not, all of which was howlingly funny but I merely giggled. 

"Why am I laughing?," I giggled.

"He's giggling," Marcy laughed. 

"Indeed he is. You're giggling, Jack." Mrs. Chasterly looked pleased.

"I know," I giggled. Then I almost keeled over at the hilarious and rather satisfying idea of Mrs. Chasterly and Marcy taunting me as a counter to Sword's advances at my wife......I feel like I've had grass, I said to myself.

"Mrs. Chasterly, there isn't grass in the cookies, is there?" I had consumed six, and nothing else.

They didn't bat an eye. "Tell Jackie," Mrs. Chasterly said. 

"Mrs. Chasterly cooked the cookies with hashish in them," Marcy said. She smirked and stuck out her tongue in the sexual way of sticking out your tongue. 

Things were becoming increasingly weird. "I think I'm surprised you would serve marijuana cookies and not tell anyone, Mrs. Chasterly. What is going on?" I suppressed my laughter.

"Why, a lovely party is going on Jackie," Mrs. Chasterly smiled.

Marcy snickered. "You know why she called you Jackie? Because you giggled like a girl."

"Marcy, you know a lot, don't you!," I brilliantly fired back.

"Yup, I do. Barnabas likes your wife. I bet he's going to fuck her."

Mrs. Chasterly gave my shoulder a comforting pat as I gritted my teeth, giggles cured. "Don't fret, Jack," she said. "I'm sure it's a long shot."

I went to get another cookie and my tormentors drifted over to my wife. A few minutes later I noticed that Finley and his bodyguard had left. At the time, Hope and I had re-linked and were conferring about the cookies we both were enjoying, grass being nothing knew to us although the cookies were a novel delivery device. 

She finished one and said, "I heard about your little chat with Louise ."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. She has a point, you know. She thought you were offended. You shouldn't be. It's a cute side of you, Jack, that you could...be attractive that way. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She grinned and repeated, "It's cute."

I stared at her. Since when had she decided it was a cute side of me? We had never discussed it.

It was then that Mrs. Chasterly came and took us each by a hand. "I've just been talking with Barnabas and Marcy. We think it would fun to play a little game, something we can all enjoy. Come on, we'll discuss it." She led us like a pair of pets. Marcy was munching a cookie, not her first, which reminded me I hadn't observed Sword eat one. Why was I not surprised?

Mrs. Chasterly told us that at a party recently with "other cultivated friends" she had learned a parlor game called Character Study. The game called for "intelligence, creativity, nerve and a sense of fun", she said, adding that we all shared those qualities. How she knew Hope and I qualified, since she had just met us, she didn't say. What followed would not have happened had it not been for grass and not any grass but grass this good. All the same, I sensed a rat. I elbowed Hope without effect unless it was the opposite intended for she piped,

"Gosh, this sounds interesting!" 

We sat in a circle on the polished birch floor. The girls kicked off their shoes and sat with knees showing, plus, in Marcy's case, several inches of what comes above knees. Mrs. Chasterly wore a pants suit and her knees were beside the point anyway. We now had red wine to go with our cookies, in crystal glasses that Mrs. Chasterly placed on the floor beside us. The cookies were on two plates in front of us. The idea of Character Study was that people agreed on a specific characteristic of the person who was "it" and then you "explored" that characteristic until a majority agreed it had been explored enough and you went on to the next person and his or her characteristic. It sounded fishy to me and when Mrs. Chasterly took the first turn, we were going by age, and her characteristic was to be her hair bun, it also sounded ridiculous. I'll spare you the five minutes spent on the hair bun except to report that Hope and Marcy giggled and I giggled; Sword and Mrs. Chasterly did not giggle but Sword grinned twice at Hope and Mrs. Chasterly smiled sympathetically at me after each grin. 

Because he was second oldest Sword's turn was next. Mrs. Chasterly called for suggestions.

"How about his rare book collection?," Hope said, brightly. 

"Yuk, that's boring," Marcy said. "Don't you think it's boring, Jack?"

"Maybe this game is boring," I said, being not of a mind to discuss Sword's characteristics, boring or not boring.

Marcy frowned at me and grinned for everyone else. "Hey, this wouldn't be boring. Adam Magazine is having a contest for "America's Handsomest Cock". That's the name of it, the contest. I'm not kidding. America's Handsomest Cock. I think Uncle Barnabas should enter and I bet he could win but he doesn't want to. Maybe we can talk him into it. That's my suggestion for a characteristic."

In view of what had already transpired with Marcy this was not a very surprising proposal, only a shocking one. Hope, however, was encountering the teenager's playful side for the first time, and her jaw dropped. 

"Not boring, I agree, dear," said Mrs. Chasterly who seemed neither shocked nor surprised. "Barnabas, do you know of this contest?"

"I'm afraid I do. Can't say I share Marcy's enthusiasm for it."

"But would you consider entering?"

"If I thought I stood a chance at winning. Might be amusing."

Mrs. Chasterly surveyed us with a gaze. "Well, I doubt Barnabas Sword has anything to be afraid of in the manhood department, and neither should we be afraid to undertake a friendly evaluation for him. We're not children. So what do you think, Jackie. Boring or interesting?"

I managed not to giggle but it took work because I had a brain doing cartwheels in lieu of thinking. "No comment, Mrs. Chasterly," is what I thought to say so I said it.

"No comment, what a disappointment. You should try not to be shy, Jackie. What's your opinion, Hope, dear? Boring or interesting."

Hope cracked a tight smile, then sipped her wine, to gain time, I thought. She put her glass on the floor. I looked at her but she kept her eyes on Mrs. Chasterly and said in a quiet voice that sounded forced, "Interesting, I suppose."

"Oh, you suppose. She supposes, Barnabas. I guess she needs convincing. Can you convince her, I wonder."

Sword was nonplused. "I can try, Lousie," he said, offhandedly. You would think we were discussing his nose.

Hope laughed and looked around except at me, embarrassed but also titillated, no doubt. "Phew. I need more cookies and wine," she declared and began helping herself. I noticed she wasn't insisting we get up and go. I noticed I wasn't insisting either. I felt drawn, unable to resist, stuck in mixed feelings. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. I needed to think but I didn't feel like thinking.

"All right, Barnabas," Mrs. Chasterly said, cheerfully, "your cock it shall be. How do you suggest we go about exploring its doubtless fascinating attributes?" 

"Ask, Marcy. Was her idea," Sword deferred.

"Yes, it was. Marcy?"

"Well, we have to see it. I mean that's obvious, right."

"You mean you haven't seen it, dear?"

"Ha, ha. I've seen it like fifty times. But Hope and Jack haven't. And I have to see it again for this, right? I do."

Mrs. Chasterly made a humming noise. "Good. We'll start there. I guess the question is how exactly will the object of our inquiry make its appearance? I hesitate to intrude again, Barnabas, but it's your object of inquiry."

"I shall assist," Sword said. He unzipped. At least two sets of eyes, Hope's and mine, I know because hers I checked, watched Sword take it out. His hand fell away and there it was, half resting against his elegantly attired left leg, neither hard nor soft. You could tell even in mid-state that it was one terrifically handsome chap. "I sincerely appreciate you're doing this," Sword said to Hope and me, actually sounding sincere. "Before I agree to enter that confounded contest I could use an objective opinion. Probably seems asinine."

"It's not asinine," Hope said, softly. She let her gaze settle where it was appreciated. She gazed a good thirty seconds before she dropped her eyes.

"That's like half hard," Marcy advised, as if one couldn't tell. "Wait till you see him all the way. He's great." I assumed the girl referred to Sword when she said "he" but I soon learned she and Sword and even Mrs. Chasterly all used the pronoun equally for the man and his cock. 

Marcy sighed. "It's too bad he didn't start off like really soft, Uncle Barnabas. So we could see him go the whole way, you know, from real soft to hard as steel."

"Yeah. Well, I guess there were certain stimulations that got under his skin that he couldn't hold back," Sword offered.

"Yeah, like her, right?"

"Could be, Marcy."

"Yeah."

Hope was pretending to examine one of the straps of her dress and not hear them mention her being the likely cause of Sword's half erection, but if the silliness of her subterfuge didn't give her way, her red cheeks did.

A little back forth went on then between the three of them, Mrs. C., Sword and Marcy about Sword's erection being stalled, also whether it would be entertaining to have a camera. I missed most of it because I was considering against my better judgment the feature attraction, like my wife had done. I wondered if this could have been due to its presentation, the white hero languid against an expanse of glimmering black Marino wool. I had heard someone at the fund raiser say Sword's tux cost $4,000. I didn't doubt it. The cock deserved a background that rich for being judged against. Suddenly, I felt Hope's eyes. I looked away. Too late

"It is handsome, isn't it. And so big!?," she smiled. Her mind had been elsewhere too, I figured, the same elsewhere as mine.

I nodded at the floor. "It's okay, Jack. I don't care if you look. I did and I'm going to again. I mean we're only...looking at him." Well, I thought, what do I make of that? Now she's doing the "him" bit. 

The back and forthers paused, waiting for Hope and me to continue. When we didn't, Mrs. Chasterly said, "We want you to do more than look, dear. You and Marcy need to help him get bigger and harder, so we can all give him his due." She emphasized "all".

Hope's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"Poses," Marcy chirped. "Uncle Barnabas likes me to do poses, you know sexy poses. It makes him hard as anything." She giggled. "I bet he's going to get hard in no time with you doing it. See, like this."

Marcy pushed herself back to make room for her legs. She stretched out. She hoisted her little skirt and folded it over her stomach. Her panties were pink and tiny, edged with pink lace. She closed her eyes and opened her teenage legs.

In our circle if Sword was at twelve o'clock, Marcy was at 12:13, Hope at 12:25, me at 12:35, Mrs. C. at 12:47, all more or less. The circle was now bisected by Marcy's extended legs. We looked at what she was showing. She lifted her head to check our reactions. She grinned, put her head back and raised her right leg. She put it down. The panties hugged her enough to reveal the contours of her cunt. You saw the depression in the silk her slit made. Hope and I had been looking self consciously at Sword and now we looked self consciously at Marcy whose slender shapeliness would have made her a ten on any scale. You could tell she knew it. 

Lying flat on the floor, she teased a hand near a side of her panties. She fingered the band suggestively and then she laughed and brought the hand to her waist, put it on top of the folded skirt, slipped it under her red top and up the top came, not fast, until it uncovered the bottoms of her tits at which point Sword stopped her.

"That's enough, Marcy."

"Why?"

"Our next model will go first with that particular display."

"Oh, blah! He wants to see her tits but not mine." 

Sword sighed. "Don't pout Marcy. You know he's most fond of your tits."

She laughed and pulled her top down.

A noticeable boost in Hope's excitement showed in her eyes and blushes high in her cheeks. I doubted that I was seeing only the accumulated feelings from her study of Sword's characteristic and possibly from watching Marcy. She was thinking she was going to have to do the same thing, and more. Pose like a camslut, and it was turning her on, hard as she might be fighting it. 

Marcy sat up as if cued. Grinning, she chirped, "Your turn." Sword's "Him" hadn't stirred. It remained half erect, awaiting the next hopeful. 

Hope pursed her lips. After a moment she cleared her throat and smoothed the back of her hair. 

"I'm not sure I want to," she said, crossly.

This girlish or possibly wifely (but I doubt it) reticence was Mrs. Chasterly's to deal with, which she did.

"Well, when do you think you will know, dear?"

Hope glared. "I don't have to do it, Mrs. Chasterly. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to clear your mind to know what it is you want, that's true, but it's also neither here nor there. What you have to do is pose for Barnabas."

"I don't have to!"

"Yes, you do. You do, dear, and we're all waiting. Even Jack is waiting. Most of all, that wonderful manhood you have been admiring is waiting"

My wife's cheeks flushed a brighter red. She flashed her eyes around. Had it challenged her that Marcy's exhibition had gotten nowhere? I was sure it had."




Trapped



"Well?," Mrs. Chasterly pressed.

"Oh, all right! Fine!" The eyes zapped us again, and for once my wife looked at me. "Be quiet, Jack. You don't have to watch! "

"Look Hope...," I began.

"I said be quiet!," she snapped, and it was just as well she cut me off since I hadn't figured out what to say beyond those two words. She moved her eyes to herself, the dress she would be modeling in, or not in, probably to decide what she thought of it for this never before considered function. It was a summery cotton thing, light beige with pastel blue and yellow flowers, snug at the waist, billowing to the knees when standing which she was not, and snug again at her breasts. It surprised me that Mrs. Chasterly hadn't embarrassed her by calling attention to the two points pushing against the upper snugness in order to note the example they set for what Sword had yet to achieve. The dress had a shallow scooped neck, no sleeves, straps at the shoulders. It would do.

If it sounds like I was being a picture of calm I couldn't see the picture but I was anything but calm. I was hurt and angry. However, there was a back current to those emotions, Sword's play for my wife and her earlier responses had perversely excited me and the excitement I felt now was much greater. It was off the charts. And then there was Sword's great cock, majestic even when semi erect. I told myself it had to be the grass. I hadn't tried the wine or taken another cookie but the earlier cookies were doing their thing and it was a very nice thing they were doing. The grass of course wasn't the whole answer. I wasn't admitting that to myself but I knew it.

My wife's wine, unlike my own, had had an attentive companion. She drained the last of it and put the glass behind her, out of the way. She had been sitting with her legs under her. The legs came out, feet together. She braced her palms on the floor. I glanced around. She had their undivided attention. When I looked back she was sending her own gaze around. It paused at Sword, his face.

"Do you always have such a hard time becoming hard, Mr. Sword? Maybe you need Viagra, like my father?"

Sword raised a brow. "Aha, with your father, you say. Interesting, Mrs. Branch."

She gave him a fake scowl and turned her bright eyes on me. "He thinks he's so smart. And he is. He is much smarter than me, Jack, so I guess I'm only good for sexual things like helping men's cocks get hard. I mean important men like Mr. Sword who have rare books and big cocks. You don't have those things, Jack, so you better get them don't you think?"

This was her MO. Teasing words delivered in a teasing voice. It could drive me up a wall, make me bone hard, but I saw no rise in Sword's half mast.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to say anything," I said.

"You aren't!" She pivoted, pointed her feet at Sword, and lay back. Her hands, taking their time, went to the bottom of her dress and up it came. Her legs were bare, beautiful, and they were displayed all the way to her white silk panties and above. The layers of the dress piled on her flat tummy did not quite hide her belly button. She propped herself on her elbows. Since I was behind her this impaired my view so I slid my fanny to the left and was now next to Mrs. Chasterly, who gave my knee a pat.

"Isn't this fun?," she whispered.

"Continue," Sword said, meeting my wife's gaze.

"What? You mean my legs being together,?" she purred. "Would your Mr. He like me better this way? I don't know if he would or not." Her legs moved in opposite directions until her left foot was neighborly with Mrs. Chasterly and her right foot was calling on Marcy. 

"Yes, better. Thank you," Sword told her. "With your panties stretched like that you almost don't need to take them off."

"He said almost, dear," Mrs. Chasterly said. "You will still have to take them off."

"Hmmmm," Hope hmmmed. She dropped her head back. She closed her eyes and we stared at her spread pose.

"Show us your tits, honey," Marcy blurted.

A smirk crossed Hope's face. It must have been a new experience to hear herself called honey by an eighteen year old.

"Help her with that, Marcy," Sword said, coolly. 

Hope's eyes popped wide but her head did not move from the floor. Then Marcy was kneeling over her, grinning. "Let's do this, honey," she said, and slid the shoulder straps onto her arms. Hope lay unresisting, eyes blinking. Marcy yanked the front of the dress and it came down, taking the bra. Hope's tits made their debut for Barnabas Sword.

"Damn!," the important man said after a ten second stare. "Calendar girl tits. Gotta congratulate you, Jack. You definitely have a prize there. Thanks for sharing."

"Forget the thanks, Sword. This was her idea, not mine." I tried to sound tough but it didn't come off that well considering Marcy laughed and Mrs. C. tittered, and especially considering what Sword did which was raise his eyes and bore them into me.

"My remark was gratuitous, Jack. Did not call for a response. Moreover, you are under instruction not to talk. Remember that, please. However, if you do find occasion to speak to me, and you wish to use my last name, preface it with Mr., as in Mr. Sword. All right, buddy?"

"Yeah, right," I mumbled, aiming for muted sarcasm.

"He broke the rules," Marcy told Sword. What was she talking about? I wanted to smack her. 

"He'll mind his manners, Marcy." 

Marcy eyed me with mock seriousness. "If he does it again we should spank him."

"Sure. Now look, our model could use your assistance. Be a good girl and rub her tits. Those nipples must hurt and her arms seem rather immobilized." 

It was true about Hope's arms. The pulled over shoulder straps had tangled with the bra and the top of the dress and turned the whole thing into a makeshift straitjacket beneath her tits, pinning her arms to her sides. Sword's other observation likely also was true. Hope's nipples drive her nuts when they stiffen. 

So, on my wife's program for getting Sword erect we had done dress raising with its pantied treat, dress lowering and its two out in the open treats, and next would be sex with a teenage tart. Hope's face was tight. She was blinking like she had soap in her eyes. Otherwise she wasn't reacting. She had the excuse that her arms were stuck but to say she was helpless would be seriously overstating the case. Which brings up the question, what was my excuse? None, but I had a limit. Sword, when he went for her, would be stopped. By me. Admittedly the man had my number and the idea of him getting down on the floor with her and finishing what Marcy had started gave me shivers of excitement, but with those caveats I had a plan. 

Marcy got set. She licked her lips, ogling her twin assignments. Then she bent over Hope and kissed her.

"Oh, my," Mrs. Chasterly said. She got up and hurried behind one of the screens, emerging almost immediately with a video camera screwed into a five foot tripod, ready to go for as soon as she set it down and put her face to it, a red light came on. We were on candid camera, or at least Hope and Marcy were since Mrs. C. had it aimed at them. Hope's eyes were closed, her mouth opened by Marcy's mouth and the girls were French kissing. 

"Use your hands, Marcy," Sword reminded.

Marcy's hands went to work, one on each of the calendar girl tits. The teenager kneaded the soft hills. She tweaked the nipples and rubbed them with her thumbs. Hope moaned, the sound partly muffled by Marcy's mouth. She twisted and moaned some more until Marcy broke the kiss. 

"Say cheese girls," Mrs. Chasterly told them, and they looked at her, at the camera, a pair of video-sluts with faces flushed, breathing hard.

"Oh, God," Hope moaned, taking in the camera

Marcy switched her gaze to Sword. "Uncle Barnabas, he's like the same. How come? He always gets hard. Do you want me to suck him?"

"Thank you, but not now. I suspect I know what's bothering him. We'll see. Go ahead, take off her panties."

Hope sat up with her strapped arms. "Nooo, please. This has gone far enough, too far enough!"

Marcy laughed. She pushed her down and kissed her and while she kissed she moved her right hand to the panties. Teenage fingers slipped beneath the band.

Hope jerked, forcing Marcy to break the kiss. With her free hand, the teenager pushed back Hope's head.

"Don't fight it, honey. Lift up," Marcy said.

Hope's eyes were squeezed shut. She lifted. The fingers came out from inside the panties, grasped them and began taking them off. Hope brought her legs together and the panties journeyed down and over knees, over ankles and feet and were gone. Marcy gave Hope's right knee a nudge and the legs reopened. It was silent for thirty seconds or so while Sword and Mrs. C. and Marcy studied my wife's cunt. They saw the blonde tuft at the top, the silky strands at the sides, the pink wet slit with its petal lips.

Marcy shook her head. "Boy what a nice cunt she has. I'm jealous."

"Your uncle thinks your cunt is perfect, dear," Mrs. C. reassured her. "But what about him, for goodness sake? It seems all our efforts have been in vain."

We looked with her at the subject of the efforts, Hope included who raised up on her elbows to gaze at the resting king.

"What on earth is the matter, Barnabas?," Mrs. C. persisted.

Sword shrugged. "He's a bit put off, I think, by a male in our little party. He likes females only. Another male besides him in the mix annoys him, causes him to lose interest. I confess it's a bit of a problem."

"Hmmmmm," Mrs. C. said, rubbing her chin. "Suppose Jack was, what do you call them, a trap, a dick girl. Would that make him female enough for you?"

Sword perked up. "Expand on that, Louise."

My heart hadn't stopped but it was thinking about it. Mrs. C reminded Sword what a dick girl is. She explained why she felt I was a reasonable candidate for the position and while she explained I worked at keeping my bearings. It wasn't easy. Hope sat up and looked at me. Marcy was looking at me. Sword was looking at me. I saw amusement in their faces, my wife's not excluded although her eyes had other reasons to be shining, and I saw something besides amusement in Sword's expression. It made me look back at him, and he winked. I couldn't bring myself to return the wink, I didn't dare. My pulse rate on the other hand was unrestrained. 

Mrs. C. announced she had anticipated something like this would occur and had stored a few things behind one of the screens to make me over into a pretty dick girl. 

I had no husbandly reservations to refuse this invitation after my wife's performance, and my exchange of glances with Sword, including his wink, were all the incentive I needed. Wait till he sees me, I thought dizzily as Mrs. C. took my arm. Hazily, I wondered what Hope was thinking. Mrs. C brought me behind one of the larger screens, and there were the goodies: a miniskirt, panties, cute top with sewed in falsies, blonde wig, makeup kit, etc. Marcy came to help but Mrs. C. shooed her away. She would do me by herself, she said. 

"You are so easy!," she whispered when she "shaved" my legs, using not a razor but a cream that quickly did the trick. Same with my arms. My chest didn't need it. My pubic area did need it but it was easy there too. 

"I think Barnabas likes you," she whispered when she was putting on my lipstick.

"He's probably going to laugh at me."

"Sweetie, he's probably going to fuck you."

I didn't know what to say to that! I had been hearing muffled sounds so instead I said, "What are they doing?"

She peeked over the screen. "Marcy is kissing her."

"Oh."

"She changed your wife's outfit. A skirt like yours instead of the dress. No top. No panties either, how nice. Marcy is holding the skirt up while she kisses her, letting Barnabas see her cunt. Isn't that cute? I imagine the little minx is going to finger fuck her if she hasn't already."

I ran the sounds I had heard back through my mind and decided she had already. "Mrs. Chasterly did you plan this?"

"No questions, Jackie. Dick girls don't have the privilege. Is dick girl the right term? I thought dick girls were supposed to have tits. What are the other words they use?, sissyboy and trap, I believe. So much nomenclature. It's confusing. Anyway, no questions for you, dear." 

I had just asked a question which she answered, but I didn't argue. I didn't clarify the terminology for her either. I wasn't sure of it myself, actually.

A minute later my makeup was done, which included nail polish. She gave my blonde curls a final brush, whispered, "Have fun," and returned to the others to announce me.

I stepped out from the screen.

"Oh, my God!," Marcy blurted, and I knew the small mirror I had used hadn't lied. 

From bottom to top my revised self was as follows: My toe nails were bright red. I was barefoot. "Footwear at this point is utterly superfluous", Mrs. C. had observed. My skirt was purple. It flared at the waist and covered my panties with an inch or two to spare when I was standing still, which at the moment I was. My bikini silk panties, as yet unseen, were pink with red lace at the edges and had a slit in the front to let out a dick and a slit in the back to let one in. The cotton top was reddish purple, cut off above my naval, scooped at the neck, with ruffle sleeves, and padded to give the impression of small but pretty tits. In big bright pink letters across the tits was, "I LUV COCK." I had on red lipstick, a little rouge and fake eye lashes. The blonde wig that topped me off had curls that fell to my shoulders.

They gawked except for Sword who gazed. I gazed at him. And before my very eyes, his cock which, if anything, had snoozed a deeper nap while I was away, began to swell and straighten and stiffen. It lifted from its black resting place and angled outward, poised in readiness. My knees thought about fainting. Marcy had known whereof she spoke about the beauty of Sword's manhood. It, pardon me, "he" was beyond handsome. Big, yes; fearsome, yes; strikingly handsome, yes indeed; straight as a rocket, pure of form, a satin pink head to die for, bluish veins that coursed like rivers against the creamy white, in all a mouth watering glory of nature.

"My goodness. Look girls!," Mrs. C. declared. They did. My wife's mouth fell open like mine. She seemed a bit shell shocked from what Marcy had done to her. Her hair was messed up, eyes shot, but I can't say she didn't look tasty, topless in her little purple skirt.

"Hmmm, that didn't take long, Uncle Barnabas," Marcy teased. 

Sword ignored her. He stood up. "Good work," he said. "I like girls who tell the truth."

I didn't know what he meant. "Are you talking to me?" I have a girlish voice I can make and I used it.

"Address me as 'Sir' or 'Mr. Sword', Jackie. Yes, I'm talking to you. I suspect the confession on the blouse you are wearing is an honest one. Is it?"

I had forgotten what my top said. I looked down at it. "Oh!"

"So?"

I giggled. "Of course, sir!"

"Pull up your skirt, please."

I lifted my skirt. My panties were sticking out thanks to my five and a half inch stiffy. Fortunately, it was just missing the slit in my panties or it would have been out for everyone to see and to compare.

"Turn around. Show me your pretty bottom."

I turned around and showed everyone my pretty bottom. After half a minute, with no one saying anything to let me know if my bottom passed inspection, Sword told me to turn back and I did. I glanced at Hope, wondering what she thought. I was not reassured. Her eyes had cleared and she was watching me with an amused expression. Fine, let her be amused, I thought. What right did she have to be critical after what she had done and was STILL doing?

"You are one fine dick girl, Jackie. I'm most impressed," Sword said, smiling at me.

"Thank you...Sir," I said. Evidently, my bottom was acceptable.

"You're welcome. Come and meet him."

I heard myself titter. Meet him? What did that mean? I went up to Sword. I looked at "him", questioningly.

"If you're unsure, Jackie, the way you meet him is to shake. Put your hand around him and give him a few strokes. That's how a sweet trap shakes hands with a cock."

"Oh." Now I was a trap.

My heart was off to the races. I looked down at "him". I put my right hand around "him" and gripped, not hard. I stroked Barnabas Sword! 

Suddenly, Hope was there. "Can I help?

Sword looked surprised. "It depends. Go ahead. We'll see."

She put her right hand over mine and together we pumped Sword's cock a few times until i felt her other hand on my left shoulder. The hand pressed. I took the hint and, letting the cock go, I sank to me knees. The cock was in front of my face.

"Open your mouth, Jack," she said, gently.

I swayed a little in my excitement. I steadied myself and opened my mouth. Hope took the cock and guided it between my lips. I pushed my head forward. "He" went deep in. I began to suck. I closed my eyes and sucked, and sucked, and sucked. I heard them talking but I had no idea what they were saying; it was sound without meaning. The meaning was in my mouth. Hope's hand shifted from my shoulder to the top of my now blonde head and she kept it there, her wifely command for her me not to stop, to keep sucking the heroic cock. I didn't stop and as I was sucking she whispered in my ear. "You're doing so good, Jack. Make him cum. Make him cum and swallow it. You have to swallow it."

Oh, I wanted to swallow it. I was dying for the chance to swallow it but I didn't get the chance. Sword stopped me. He pulled out. He came in a minute or less but not in me. It was Hope he wanted. She fell back at his push and then her legs were around his back and he was fucking her. I watched it. I heard him shout. I saw his cum as he kept fucking her, a white seepage around her crammed hole. Afterward they lay side by side on their backs panting while Mrs. C. videoed the aftermath including yours truly sitting on the floor by himself, a foolish dick girl-trap-sissyboy nursing his hurt feelings at not getting all the candy he wanted and feeling sorry for himself because he would never appeal to a hunk like Sword the way his wife could.

In the car going home we didn't talk, not a word, until we were ten minutes from the apartment. I was driving. 

"It was an aberration," I said. "The grass got to us, the way they set us up and everything. We just gotta put it behind us."

She sighed. "It wasn't an aberration, Jack. You better put that idea behind you. What came out tonight was the real you. And by the way, the real me. Um, remember Mr. Finley's bodyguard? He thinks you're cute. He and Mr. Finley were there the whole time. One of the screens was actually a one-way see through thing and they were watching us. Isn't that funny? Anyway, Barnabas wants you to be a girl for Mr. Finley who apparently has a major thing for dickgirls - it was the reason for what happened tonight, and his bodyguard.....he'll be there also, you know, to do you too. It's going to be next Saturday. Kind of a party."

I managed to keep driving. After a couple of minutes I said,

"You knew all this?"

"No, of course not. I was as fooled as you were. Barnabas told me when you were changing. It took you long enough. That's when I saw Mr. Finley and his bodyguard and he told me how cute you are. They were just leaving." 

Horatio Finley had stared at me in my bathing suit at the Orchestra picnic, I remembered. "I didn't say I would do it."

"I want you to, Jack."

More silence. 

"I see. Well. Quite a situation." I paused. "And the party, Barnabas won't be there?"

"Mr. Sword to you."

"Mr. Sword."

I felt her grin. "Sure, he'll be there. So will I."



Trapped



My dad turned around and called back to us.

"Hey you two, pick it up a little, you're falling behind."

I smiled up at Jake.

"See, I told you if we fell back he would say something about it."

We increased our pace to catch back up with my parents and Jake's younger brother.

Unfortunately, thanks to my older sister, my relationship with Jake was a pretty contentious point between my parents and I. When Jenna was 18 she had fallen in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting pregnant right before graduation. That shook my parents pretty badly (premarital sex was against their religion), but when she told them she was getting an abortion they totally snapped. My parents were bound and determined that I wouldn't end up like Jenna. Their overbearing attitude had steadily increased as I grew older; now I was just a couple months older than she had been, and they were worse than ever when it came to boys.

Jake and I had met at the beginning of the summer while helping out at a church lunch for the elderly members of the congregation. We had hit it off really well over the past few months. I was pretty sure the only reason my parents allowed us to be together was because he went to our church, and it helped a lot that our parents got along well too.

My mom was not at all thrilled when she learned that Jake's family had signed up for the church's annual family camping trip too, and even less thrilled to learn that our campsites were right next to each other. She would have tried to pull some strings to get the sites reassigned if Jake's parents hadn't found out about it first and gushed to my mom about how excited they were that we would be located right next to each other.

As Jake and I caught up with the others, I saw Jake's brother finish off the last of a water bottle, which reminded me that I was pretty thirsty from the long hike.

"Is there anymore water?" I asked.

"Sorry honey, Joe just finished the last bottle," my mom responded.

I licked my dry lips.

"Are we almost back?"

"Should be about...," she paused to look at her watch, "20 more minutes I think."

"OK, that's not too bad I guess."

----

My lips were cracked and my mouth tasted of dust when we finally made it back to our camp, 40 minutes later. The sun had shone intensely on us the whole way back, and there hadn't been a single drop of water left.

I really didn't want to deal with a headache from dehydration, so I headed straight to the drink coolers to grab a coke. Drink in hand, I headed over to a shaded area of the campsite and sat down in a camp chair next to Jake. We sat talking idly while my parents worked on preparing dinner.

An hour and three cokes later, and I felt confident that I had successfully warded off any ill effects from the hike; I did have to pee pretty badly though - since the camp's bathrooms were a few minutes walk away, I tended to put off going a bit longer than usual.

"Dinner in five!" my mom called over to us.

I stood up and stretched.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll catch you after dinner," I told Jake.

----

After dinner I helped my mom clean up the dishes while my dad started building up a fire in the firepit.

"Honey, why don't you run over to Jake's and see if his family wants to join us around the fire for some hot chocolate?" my mom requested.

"Sure," I responded, drying off my hands and heading off through the thin line of underbrush separating the camp sites.

Oddly, Jake's camp site seemed to be deserted. The food from their dinner had already been cleaned off their table and his parents' minivan wasn't parked on the car pad anymore. I wandered over to Jake's tent and saw that the tent's zipper lay partially open.

"Jake?" I called out, sticking my head into the tent.

Jake looked up in surprise from a book he lay reading.

"Oh hey, Emily, come in."

I crawled into the tent on hands and knees and plopped down next to him.

"No one can see us here can they," he asked rhetorically as he put his arm around me and pulled me close.

"Ha, true, but that's not why I'm here. Where is everyone?" I asked.

"My brother felt pretty sick after the hike so my parents took him into town to stay at a hotel for the night."

He leaned closer and I felt his warm lips nudging against my cheek, "That means I'll have the tent to myself tonight."

I stuck my tongue out at him as his cool fingers grazed the skin under my t-shirt. His hands had started to creep up my stomach when I heard my mom call out.

"EMILL-EEE! Where'd you go?"

I sighed, "Do you want to come over to our fire for hot chocolate?"

"Sure, sounds like fun"

I scrambled out of the tent, adjusted my shirt and called back, "Yeah mom! I'm on my way now!"

We sat around the fire sipping on hot chocolate until Jake's parents got back. They joined us around the fire, but by that time it was starting to get pretty late. Hoping to encourage my parents to head to bed early, I stood up from my camp chair and yawned.

"I'm pretty exhausted from our hike, I think I'm going to head over to the bathrooms and then go to bed early tonight."

Jake stood up as well, "Me too, I'll come along with you."

"OK, just don't take too long you two," my mom cautioned.

I walked over to my tent and grabbed my toothbrush, a washcloth, a towel, shampoo, conditioner, a brush and my pajamas. Jake was already standing outside my tent by the time I got back out.

"How did you get your stuff so fast?"

He held up a toothbrush in one hand and spread the fingers on his other to show it was empty, "I don't bring a whole bathroom with me when I go camping."

"It's just cause I'm taking a shower," I said, giving him a pretend pouting face.

Jake placed his arm around my shoulder and we walked together in silence along the dimly lit roadway to the campground's restrooms. Outside the building he gave me a light kiss on the forehead.

"See you soon," he said as we headed to opposite ends of the structure.

"I'll be a while, you don't need to wait," I called out after him.

Stripping off my clothes, filthy from the dirt of the trails, felt wonderous. The shower's warm water rehydrated my skin and released the tension from my tired muscles.

After finishing with my shower, I slipped on a fancy pair of black panties. These were my special panties; the only piece of my clothing that my parents didn't know I owned, and the only piece I painstakingly washed by hand and air dried in my closet overnight. On top of them I pulled on some pink fleece pajamas and a white t-shirt.

I walked back to the campsite alone, and retired to my tent for the night. I lay awake listening to my parents and Jake's parents talking around the campfire. Eventually the voices fell quiet and I heard the thud of car doors as they prepared for bed.

After laying still for another 15-20 minutes to give them ample time to fall asleep, I peaked out of the tent to make sure the coast was clear. The fire smoldered dimly and all of the chairs around it were empty.

A slight urge to pee tugged at my bladder as I left my tent, but I didn't plan to be at Jake's site for long, and I didn't want to have to walk all the way to the restrooms right now. I carefully made my way over to Jake's tent, treading as quietly as I could over the gravel and broken twigs on the ground.

Jake lay waiting for me when I crawled into his tent. I snuggled against him, and he wasted no time in getting down to business.

I slid one fleece-covered leg between his, and he started lightly massaging my chest through my thin shirt as we kissed.

Soon I started rubbing my leg against his package and was rewarded with a moan as he squeezed his legs tightly around mine.

I felt his hands slip away from my breasts and drop lower; fingers hooked under the elastic of my pajama bottoms, and I felt the fabric start sliding down my navel.

The waistband of my pajamas had reached my knees when suddenly a chilling sound rang out in the night air.

thud thud.. thud

I jolted in surprise at the sound of car doors closing. Low voices carried through the night air and into the tent shortly afterwards.

"Shit, I guess they weren't in bed after all," Jake noted.

Sitting up, I pulled up my pajamas and scooted over to the tent's zipper. Silently I raised it a few inches. Through the slit I saw my dad throwing wood onto the dwindling fire, while my mom and Jake's parents took seats around the fire and opened up beers.

Suddenly feeling trapped and somewhat claustrophobic, I look back over my shoulder at Jake.

"Looks like they'll be here awhile..."

Jake, apparently not seeing any problem with that, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him.

"Guess we'll just have to snuggle a while," he said, pressing his lips against my cheek.

I made it clear that I didn't want to mess around much anymore; the thought of my parents finding us weighed too heavily on my mind. I didn't want to think about what would happen if they decided to check on me in my tent before they went to bed.

I slid into his sleeping bag and we lay there for a while, just cuddling together and listening to the hum of voices from outside.

I have no idea how quickly time passed while we lay there. After a while, I couldn't think of anything except needing to pee. It felt like an eternity had passed, but still I could hear voices from the campfire.

I didn't want to make my situation obvious, but eventually I had no choice. I tried to discretely shift one of my hands from around Jake to between my legs, but no sooner had I done so when I felt Jake's hand press against mine and rub it against my panties.

"Jake!" I hissed, pushing his hand away.

"Whoa, sorry," he responded, in obvious surprise.

"I have to pee. Really bad." I told him flatly as I felt my face grow flush in embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry, I thought... nevermind," he said.

I knew what he had thought, but I definitely wasn't in the mood for anything at the moment.

"I have a plastic bag in my suitcase, you know, if you end up needing that," he offered.

I tried to laugh off his suggestion, "No, I'll be fine. They can't be up that much later."

I decided to simply push my need to go as far back in my mind as I could. I lay snuggling with Jake as the crackle of the fire mixed with the sound of our parents talking.

~~~~

Our van stood still, completely stuck in the traffic jam. I sat on the bench seat in the back, knees locked together and hands thrust between my legs.

"Mommm, Emily has to pee," my little brother told my parents in front.

My mom looked back at me, "do you have to go Emily?"

Annoyed, I tried to sit still, but I had to go so badly I couldn't help but bob up and down on the seat.

"No mom, not that badly, I can wait," I lied; in truth, I was on the verge of losing control completely.

"I'm just a little cold I said," as I reached into the back and pulled a blanket over myself.

Even under the blanket I was hopping up and down on the seat. They were all staring at me.

And then it happened, I just couldn't hold on any longer. I pressed my butt hard against the seat as I started to wet myself.

I stopped bobbing and sat still. They were all still staring at me. I looked out the window, and suddenly the traffic had cleared.

"I can pull over now Emily, do you still need a rest stop?" my dad asked.

"No, I'm fine," I replied, looking away from his face as I answered; even though I was covered by the blanket, they obviously knew what had happened.

"Are you sure you don't need to go pee-pee Emily? I can pull over now," my dad asked again.

"No, I don't have to pee," I said, annoyed at him for treating me like a child.

To my horror, my brother reached over and started to pull back the blanket that covered my lap.

~~~~

I woke up suddenly in a hot sweat. I jabbed a hand between my legs, but to my relief I was dry. Boy did I ever need to pee I thought as I drifted back to sleep.

~~~~

I stood outside the camp's bathroom facilities pushing against the door to the women's room, but it wouldn't budge. I was desperate to pee.

"Why is the door locked!" I screamed.

In desperation I ran around to the men's side. Thankfully the door opened, but Jake was standing inside.

"Hi Emily!" he greeted me.

Embarrassed at being caught in the men's room I ran back out.

~~

I ran down a hiking path, trying desperately to find somewhere I could squat down and go, but the trails were busy today and other hikers kept walking past just as I was about to squat down.

Eventually the other traffic cleared, and I settled down to pee in a small pile of leaves. Just as I started peeing, I heard more voices coming from around a bend in the path. I quickly pulled up my clothing.

I stood by the side of the path and greeted the people nonchalantly as they walked past. When they were gone, I squatted down again. I peed for ages, but it didn't seem to be helping; I still had to pee.

~~

I was riding along in our family car, on the way to the campground. It felt like I had been holding myself for days, and I was really starting to get tired of it. I begged my dad to pull over, but when I looked in the drivers seat no one was there.

The absurdity of riding down the highway without a driver at the wheel finally made me realize I was dreaming. I decided I wasn't going to play along with my mind's attempts to torture me any longer, so I started peeing defiantly in the seat.

~~

Now I was sitting at the picnic table eating dinner with Jake. I looked down at my pants and saw they were totally dry, but I still had to pee, so I did. I peed and peed and peed. I peed as hard as I could. And still it seemed to have no effect on my need to go.

~~

Then I was laying in a dark tent next to Jake, but I still had to go badly, so I peed again. I had more trouble getting started this time than before, but going felt much better now. The relief was almost orgasmic, so I pushed harder. A sudden burst of real pee leaving my urethra shocked me to full alertness. I stopped peeing immediately and wiggled my hand under my hip bone, afraid of what I would find. Although the sleeping bag was a little damp under my butt, it wasn't soaked. With my fingers I explored my panties; a wet trail, about an inch wide, ran down the back, but overall they were in OK shape.

Actually peeing my pants, albeit only a very little, came as a bit of a shock, but drowsiness clouded my mind, and I thought I could still hear my parents outside, so I rolled over and did my best to ignore the urgency of my situation as I drifted back to sleep.

----

I awoke from a night of hell to a soft light penetrating the tent and the chirp of early morning birds in the trees overhead. I hadn't meant to stay the night with Jake, and what should have been a romantic evening had been ruined by my need to pee. It felt like I had spent the entire night dreaming of either peeing endlessly without relief or peeing my pants, but I hadn't woken up enough to actually get up and go to the bathroom.

Now though, I had to get to the camp's outhouses ASAP; and I had to do it without being seen, or I'd be grounded the rest of the summer for sure.

I managed to slip out of the sleeping bag without waking Jake up, then I crawled on hands and knees over to the tent's zipper. The movement awoke my - apparently dormant - bladder, and I recklessly unzipped the tent and stuck my head out in great haste.

I was just about to run headlong out into the camp when I spotted my mom unloading food from the back of the car. I recoiled into the tent abruptly and slammed the zipper closed.

Groaning, I lay down on my side next to Jake, not sure what to do next.

I tried rolling onto my back to see if that would make it easier to hold, but it didn't. In fact, as soon as I was on my back I felt myself losing control. I quickly rolled back onto my side, but not before a small dribble came out.

I rested my fingers tight against my crotch, feeling the wet spot on the fabric.

Jake shifted next to me, and his elbow brushed against my stomach. I felt warmth against my fingers and a trickle running over my leg.

I couldn't remember ever having been this desperate to pee before. I had never experienced being on the verge of wetting myself, but I knew I was there now. Technically I'd already wet myself, I mused; but I still hoped to get through the situation without anybody else knowing that.

I shifted slightly, trying to drive my hand deeper into my crevice, but I felt renewed warmth against my hand and another trickle tickled my leg as I moved. My bladder was completely numb to the feeling; it felt so strange to know I was peeing, but at the same time not be able to actually feel myself going - it was almost an out of body experience.

I had no time to delay now. Swallowing my pride, I nudged Jake's shoulder and whispered as loud as I dared, "Jake. Wake up, I need to pee, literally right now, I need to pee."

Jake's eyes popped open, and he stared at me in momentary confusion.

"Jake, my mom's outside the tent," that really got him alert, "I need you to distract her, or I'm literally going to pee right here, please."

I tugged on his arm as he started to move.

"Sure, no problem," he said as he crawled to the tent's opening. Initially he ran headlong into the tent wall, not realizing the door was still zipped, but he quickly corrected the mistake and got out.

"Oh hey, Mrs. Hunter... ha yeah, I hadn't unzipped the tent far enough."

"..."

"Oh yeah, I slept well. Hey, do you think we could move the picnic table to the other side of the campfire for breakfast?"

"..."

"Great, could you give me a quick hand moving it?"

"..."

"Here, why don't you get this other side, the ground looks a bit rough on your side."

I peaked out the tent door and saw my mom's back to me as she and Jake struggled to carry the heavy wood picnic table across the camp. Never had such a clear and golden opportunity presented itself to me.

My bladder screamed for me to race straight to the bathrooms, but I knew I would never make it there before my mom turned around and saw me running down the road. To my body's angst I instead headed in the opposite direction, back towards my tent.

At inhuman speed, I unzipped the tent and dove inside. I turned and glanced through the crack just in time to see them set down the picnic table. I felt distinctly damp between the legs now, so I grabbed a pair of spare panties, scrunched them up as small as I could in my hand, and then ran back out the tent.

"Whoa, good morning dear," I heard my startled mother say as I bolted past.

"Sorry mom, I gotta pee right now," I said, not even looking back.

I ran down the road, but had to slow down after just a few yards - the jolting of a full out run was just too much to handle. I could feel an odd pulsing sensation in my abdomen, like my bladder was making an effort to push the urine out, only to be momentarily reined in again by sheer will power.

A hundred yards from the bathroom I started to feel pee leaking out with every pulse. A little more dribbled out with every step. I knew I was actively peeing myself at this point, but I also realized that the faster I ran the faster I would be peeing. Walking slowly and steadily at this point represented my only hope. Every few steps, enough pee accumulated that a chilling drip ran down one leg or the other.

With just a few yards to go I felt a sharp pain in my navel. I pressed my hand to the pain, but that proved to be a costly mistake. Immediately my bladder let go, and suddenly I was peeing myself hard enough to actually feel it through the numbness. My body ignored my brain's urgent commands to stop peeing, and I took off running towards the bathroom as an unrestrained stream ran down both legs.




Trapped



Thankfully the bathroom was deserted, and I immediately took the largest stall.

My mind was totally on autopilot; so, purely out of habit, I turned around and stood there, still peeing into my pajamas, while I secured the door. Then I turned around, and pulled down my pajamas and panties - while still peeing - and sat down on the toilet to finish up the 3 or 4 seconds of pee that hadn't already gone onto the floor.

I looked at the crumpled, but dry, panties in my hand. Then I looked at the soaked mess that were my pajama bottoms and the puddle of yellow on the floor of the stall. I didn't bother cleaning up much; I would need a lot more than just a pair of dry panties to fix this mess. I walked slowly back to the campsite, thinking carefully of a good cover story.

My mom let out a gasp when she saw me, "Oh dear, did you...?" she asked as I walked into the site.

"No, but it looks pretty bad," I said, trying to fake a convincing laugh.

"There was a puddle in the bathroom from the showers, and I slipped on it when I was leaving," I lied.

"Oh! Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," I replied, slipping past her and Jake and going back to my tent. 



Trapped



Paul stood a few feet away from the woman who sat on the bed, looking her over again. She had strawberry blonde hair that reached almost to her shoulders before curling up. Green eyes, light brows and long lashes, these slightly darker then her hair. Her skin was light, and on her cheeks and button nose he could see freckles. She had good teeth and almost pouty lips, which were opposed to her nature, which was cheerful.

This was Trish. She was wearing tan slacks and jacket, and a white button down blouse. This was her bedroom, with family pictures on the wall and dressers. None of the furniture matched, and there was peeling paint. Her family barely made it. Watching her he could detect that her breath was quickening, a slight sheen of sweat showed both on her forehead and at the base of her throat. Not the first woman like this that he trapped, a wife and mother, but perhaps the best; so cute and innocent, on the PTA and Church Auxiliary. He was going to make sure she carried today for the rest of her life. Finally he spoke.

"Well Trish, you know the rules, right?"

"Ah, yes, I do, I understand, I, I can quit anytime, but then, well that would be it."

"Yes it would. What else?"

"I, I must answer your questions, no nodding, or anything, and, and I will do anything you want, and, and I need you to know, well, that, ah, I want to, that I, I like it...right?" 

Tears were welling in her eyes, her long lashes batting them back.

"That's right Trish, so let's start. Do you undress in front of your husband?"

"No, well when we went on our honeymoon, I guess we did, but no." 

Again her voice was trembling.

"Have you ever stripped in front of any man Trish?" 

His eyes bored on her.

"No, I never did...anything like that."

"But you want to take off your clothes now, right?"

Now she knew she just had to do it, she had no choice, her family, and she, was on the line. Everything. She stood up.

"Yeah, yeah I do, can I Paul, can I undress now?" 

She was trembling, tears welling up; any woman would be reacting this way right now, but he had boosted this effect. He nodded.

She took off her jacket, placed it on a nightstand. Then she started unbuttoning her blouse. As he told her, she kept her eyes on his. As the blouse fell open he could see her white skin, and her bra. She pulled the item out from the pant's waist band, unbuttoned the cuffs. Then she pulled it off one arm, then the other. Then she pulled it off her shoulders, placing it on top of her jacket. Next came her slacks. Now she stood in front of him in her bra and panties. Both were white and conservative, no Victoria's Secret gal here.

Her breath was coming quicker now, and Paul could she sweat beading up on the top of her cleavage, which showed above her bra. She didn't have a flat tummy, but it had just a slight roll of flesh, and her navel was perfect. He had her stop.

"You're fucking hot, Trish, I bet your husband must want to fuck all the time, right?"

"Ah, we, we you know, we have...I mean we fuck, maybe not a lot, but..." she was shy now.

"But today you going to fuck aren't you?"

She switched, remembering the "rules."

"Yeah, yeah, we're going to fuck, yeah Paul, you're going to, you'll fuck me, right?"

"Go on then, let me see those fucking tits."

She reached behind and unclasped her bra, shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and let it fall to the carpet. Her breasts were 36D, ripe, not pointing out, but no sag. And large aureoles, the size of saucers, with nipples as thick as her thumb, flaccid right now. Her skin was creamy white, with scattered freckles. Belying her words she was obviously nervous; Sweat ran down her cleavage, he could see her hands trembling.

"When you were in high school did you have big tits Trish?"

"Ah yeah, yes."

"And you let the boys feel them?"

"Well, yeah, I guess, I, I..." 

She almost was panicking. Then, for whatever reason, maybe he knew? He knew everything. She answered him.

"I got drunk once at a party, and, and well, somehow I ended up in the basement, and I, well there were a bunch of boys."

"Go on."

"They, they took off my, my sweatshirt and bra. I had to dance for them, and they all took turns feeling me up."

"But they didn't fuck you?"

"No."

"How many times in school did you blow a guy Trish?"

She swallowed, fighting back tears. What did he want?

"I had a boyfriend, we would make out, and after we were going for awhile, well at first I would you know, give him a hand job, but then, well he told me I had to, blow him."

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Sometimes." Sometimes on my clothes."

"Well, but today you want me to cum on you, right?"

"What, oh, yeah, can we start, fuck, Paul, come on, I want, you know, everything." 

She spoke now in a husky low voice. She had found a "talk dirty" blog, and even asked a girl friend about "spicing things" up with her husband.

"Yeah, well leave your panties on for now." 

"Ever take a man's clothes off?"

"No, no Paul." Again, everything she valued was at risk. 

"But can I take off yours?"

He nodded. She stepped forward, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off, then knelt down and unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down, then his boxers. Now his cock was right in front of her. She looked up at him. She struggled to control her emotions. She hated this, this trap she was in, but there was only one way out. She got closer, then set his cock in her cleavage, and started to pump on him. Her girlfriend had told her how her husband loved this.

"How's that Paul, I, I ...I love doing this"

"That's good..." He looked over to her dresser, on which was a picture of her daughter, Sandy, who just turned eighteen. She was in shorts and a T-Shirt, her legs and arms were tanned and fit, the loose fitting shirt didn't show her tits, but he had followed her and knew she was built. Her hair was a shade lighter than her Mom, but longer.

"I bet Sandy would do a good job of this, right Trish? She's got a good set, right?"

Trish froze at the mention of her daughter. Then, quickly. 

"Oh, fuck, I, come on Paul, fuck me, I, I want, I need you to fuck me, really hard, you know!"

"No I don't Trish; I don't even believe you..."

Trish fought back panic. She wasn't even sure how Paul had taken over her life, but he had taken time to show her how he could ruin it, sending her kids away, losing her job.

"Oh, don't Paul, fuck, I need you, you know, come rape my ass, come on..." 

"Go get on your bed...good, now take off your panties...there, good, with both hands, good, yeah, lift up your ass...that's it wiggle out of them" 

She arched her back as she did what he instructed; when she got her panties off her hips she lay back down and lifted her legs up to finish. Once off she held the underwear in one hand, not knowing what to do with it.

"Just throw it on the floor."

His eyes devoured her now, as she lay there; her bush was small and light, her legs well formed; he had given her a mix of libido inhibitor and a nerve surpressor; almost no woman would be able to respond to the sexual activity she was about to experience in these circumstances; the notion that "their bodies betray them was bullshit; but the "cocktail" in a wine cooler would re-enforce this, in effect making her frigid. The idea of fucking this woman against her wishes, while making her act like she "wanted it" and then turning her body off, so that it would be that much harder to act, it actually turned him on.

He got the bed and climbed over her, squatting over her face.

"Now eat my ass..."

Four hours later Trish lay on her bed, in effect passed out. Her hair was matted to her head from sweat, the spread she lay was soaked also; her lips were swollen from Paul chewing on them. Her 36D breasts showed bite marks, red splotches', even high school hickies; her nipples, as thick and big as her thumb, he had bitten raw; her ass and thighs were all but covered with bright red welts from open palmed slaps. All of that had produced cries of pain from her, but when he told her she could quit she would beg for more. And she got more. The fantasy of a woman actually getting turned on, cuming in spite of herself when in taken like this was bullshit.

He had just 15 minutes ago finished fucking her ass; drugs and training allowed him unnatural duration, and he had given her the ass fucking she begged for, first making her lower herself on his cock and fuck it with her butt; when her arms couldn't support her he had her bend over her bed; by the time he was ready to cum, an hour into this, she had all but passed out; he flipped her over and got her responsive enough to pump him dry, spewing ropes of thick cum on her fine tits.

Before that he had cum twice deep in her cunt; when he started working her he had hacked her family's med records and knew her husband was fixed. After that in the arrangements leading up to today he had given her fertility drugs laced in wine coolers. From past experience with other women he knew that she'll get pregnant. And there haven't been abortions for years she would be his, until her tired of her.

But even a bigger prize was possible. He had taken Trish's phone as he let her lay on the bed and sent a text. Shorty the first part of his plan worked. He heard a key in the front door, then it opened; no reaction from Trish, he waited;

"Mom, I'm home, where are you?"

Trish sat up, rubbed her eyes, trying to get her bearings. Then:

"Mom?"

Fighting back panic she managed a coherent response.

"Hey Sandy, I, I am in the bedroom, ah, just wait out on the couch. Okay?"

"Okay, I'm grabbing a pop."

"That's fine!"

Then she looked at Paul and in a whisper

"What!"

He showed her phone. On the screen was Sandy's reply "Coming right away" Above it "please come home, I need you."

Shocked, she looked back at Paul;

"This, she, she isn't..." 

Tears came to her eyes.

"That's how it goes Trish, you made some mistakes. Now you go out there and convince your girl that's she needs to participate, for all of you, or, well you know."

Trish took a deep breath. Once again, the thoughts, Oh God, if I only hadn't...but she had. She got up off the bed and went over to her closet and grabbed a robe, tying the cord as she went to the bedroom door Paul grabbed her wrist and spun her around.

"Fifteen minutes, you need to be bringing her in here. Understand?"

She nodded and went out. In a moment;

Mom! What happened?!"

"Please Sandy, sit down."

Then Paul would her Trish's muffled words, with Sandy's interjections. 

"What! How did this happen!?"

"Who, who is this fucker."

That made Paul smile.

Trish would talk some more and soon there was nothing coming from Sandy Paul had given them a few extra minutes when they both walked into the bedroom, Trish first. Then Sandy, who stood there and glared at him. She was wearing a powder blue sweat shirt and rose shaded shorts. Just like her picture her legs were tan, well formed. She had hair a bit lighter than her Mom's, and longer, done up in twin braids that hung on her chest, and had just turned eighteen.

"So you're this man." Her voice filled with disgust.

"Yes, and your Sandy, and your Mom told you the rules, and since it doesn't seem like you'll follow them I have a call to make"

Before he could finish Trish stopped him.

"No, Paul! Sandy, you, you know, right? You said you would."

Her defiance left the young woman.

"Ye, yes..."

"And what are they?"

"I, I'll do want you want, and answer your questions..."

"Good, well did Trish tell you how much she liked it?"

The women looked at each other, then;

"Yeah Sandy I loved it, he, I mean he really gave me a fucking, like, like..."

"Like your stepdad never did. I have a recording, so later you can listen Sandy to your Mom. When she wasn't begging for it she was moaning like a banshee."

The girl stood there, shocked. Now her eyes had tears. After a moment; he took out two wine coolers out of his duffel and handed each of the woman one; Sandy looked at it; but then Trish told her;

"Look Sandy, the wrapper is still on..."

"Oh, yeah..." 

And not thinking of anything else to do they opened the bottles and drank them down;

Of course, they weren't just wine coolers; Sandy's had a mix of a ramped up libido enhancer, an ingredient that would heighten, close to unbearable, the nerve endings of her nipples and clit; combined with an agent that would prevent her from climaxing; the combination would have her constantly trying to cum but never able to. Trish's was mixed with a mood "alterer" to get her use to what was going to happen to her daughter.

"What do you think Trish, does Sandy want it too?"

Trish swallowed, then;

"I'm sure Paul, yeah, right Sandy?"

"Well Trish, don't think Sandy hasn't fucked, in fact you had a boy fuck you right on this bed, right?"

The girl froze, then.

"Yes, I..." She looked down.

"Not that they were boyfriends, right Sandy?"

"Right."

"Right what?"

"They, the boys, I, and it was a hook up..."

Trish looked at her girl.

"A what?"

"Go on Sandy..."

"I, I would find these guys, and well, we text each other for, for when we could get together..."

"You mean fuck, right?"

"Fuck, yes..."

Paul went on;

"But you were careful weren't, not to fuck unless it was safe with your period, right?"

"Yes, that's right Paul." 

She stood in front of them, wringing her hands. How does he know everything?

"But then when it wasn't safe what did you do Sandy? I mean what did you let those boys do?"

"They, I, I mean we had oral sex, but then most, well they wanted to, ah, have anal sex."

Paul actually laughed.

"Fuck, think of that Trish, those poor boys, all they could do was fuck her in the ass! Wait until we tell Jeff!"

The name of Trish's husband, actually Sandy's stepdad, made them both flinch.

He went on.

"So where did they cum Sandy?"

"W, What?"

"When you had those boys fucking your ass, where did they cum?" After a moment;

"well, they would, like, cum, cum on my ass, or ah..."

"In your ass?"

"Yes, in my, my ass..." in a quiet voice

"What about you Sandy, do you cum from a good ass fucking?"

"Yeah, sometimes I would cum" then since he knew everything, "sometimes I would get them, to, you know, eat me first, then, it was, I kind of had to let them..."

"Okay, but now Sandy, what do you want?"

She looked at him, then her mother, who was glassy eyed

"Yeah, I, I, I want you to fuck me."

"I think I'll be making a phone call."

"NO, No, I want you..."

"Okay, stand in front of me, Trish get behind your girl, good, now, Sandy you keep your eyes on me, and Mom, go on and lift her sweatshirt off."

In a second Trish had her hands on the bottom of the shirt, and lifted it up. Sandy raised her arms and her Mom worked it over her daughter's head and then tossed the garment on the floor. Sandy reflexively shook her braids down, making her tits jiggle.

Paul couldn't believe it; she had no bra on, and while her tits had to be 36DD, there was no sag; below the tan line her skin was light, but not as pale as her Mom's. Her nipples were not as big, either, but her long braided hair lying on her breasts was a turn on. Her tummy was flat, and like her Mom she had a perfect navel.

Sandy stood there, her eyes on Paul.

"Your fucking hot Sandy, you like standing there? Having your mother the one to take off your top and have you showing those fine tits to me? Fucking hot having your Mom do it?"

After a long pause she answered in a husky voice.

"Yeah, I like, ah having her take, take off my clothes. Ah..." 

She closed her eyes, and then opened them. 

"Yeah, it is, you know, I, I, don't know why..."

"Maybe I'll have her eat you out while say I's m fucking those tits of yours..."

Fighting back tears Sandy answered.

"Yeah, I would love that..."

"Love what Sandy?"

Trish whispered something in her daughter's ear.

"I, I fuck...,"making her voice husky and low, "I would love having you fuck my tits," she cupped her breasts with her hands "and, and, have Mom, ah, eat me."

"Trish," who was still behind Sandy," I bet you been wanting to strip your girl like this, huh?"

"Oh, ah, yeah, I, I, you know, her, her tits...once she started to develop..."

"Yeah, well I bet your Jeff would like to, and those brothers, ever let them have a look?"

Now the girl was stunned, couldn't say a word. Paul let it slide. 

"Trish, how about it, her stepdad ever say he wanted at least to check her out?"

"He, he, I caught him a few times, but, but I didn't care, you know...we, we only have one bathroom, and he would go in when she was in there, taking a bath, and he, well, he married me and took her in..."

"Did he Sandy? Come in the bath?"

"Yes, but he said..."

"Well, like your mom said, he took you in. How about your brothers?"

He knew everything she thought to herself.

"I, I knew they would peek when I, I changed."

"Yeah, you didn't care, did you? You even let them feel you up when you wrestled in the backyard, didn't you?"

Oh God, when will this end!

"Yes"

"Maybe we can set it up for him to get a good look. But now, Trish, let's get your girl naked. Remember Sandy, look at me"

The mother knelt down, still behind her daughter, and reached around, unbuttoned her shorts, then pulled them and her panties off together. Sandy had a light bush; her hips were wide, but well proportioned.

"Sandy, return the favor, take off your Mom's robe."

Trish stood next to her girl, who after a moment reached and untied the cord; Trish started to slide off the garment but Paul stopped her:

"Let your girl do it."

Sandy took a hand and peeled off the robe from one shoulder then the other, letting it fall off.

"Good now go in front of the wall Sandy, good, how put your hands behind your neck, good..."

He went on, having the young woman display her body; cupping her tits, standing with her hands on her hips. Finally, the girl flushed red.

"Well Trish, should Sandy get a good fucking? Do you want me to fuck your girl?"

Trish sat there, biting her lip, her girl looking at her; Oh God, if, if...

"Yeah Paul, fuck her, fuck her right on the bed, right in front of me, please.." her voice was horse, urgent, almost manic, Paul thought that she might have broken, "rape her ass, right now, I want to watch her face as your cock jams her cunt..."

"MOM!"

"Lay down on the bed, Good, on your back, fuck look at those tits, get up too Trish, now kneel down there, good."

Trish knelt down above Sandy's head, so that she was looking down on her; Paul lay on top of the young woman, then placed his mouth over one breast, taking in as much as he could. Then he started; biting, pinching, and switching to her lips. Now the drugs he had given her kicked in. She squirmed under him, her hands ran over his body, she wrapped her legs around his hips and started pumping against them. She grabbed his ass and pulled it down on her, then moved them to his head to force his mouth against his tits; when he would bite hard or pinch her nipples, twisting them she would yelp, buck her hips, she was aware enough that something was going on. She hated this man, but she never wanted it so badly.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh man, fuck, I, I...," and more, "oh, please, please..."

She tried to hold him on her as he got off. Without his body, hands, mouth working her she reached down and ran a finger along her slit, then started actually finger fuck herself, lifting her ass off the bed. She knew this was crazy.

"Oh, Mom, what, what..." Tears ran down her cheeks.

Trish just looked down at her girl, the drugs Paul had given her making her oblivious to her daughter's pleas. Then Paul spoke.




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"Trish, should I tit fuck your girl?"

"Yeah, fucking do it Paul, go on!"

Paul straddled the girl and placed his cock between her tits; he looked at Trish, then he looked down at Sandy.

"Push them together, good job! Look at your mom when I doing this."

Then he started pumping his dick; the cheap bed, already worked over from earlier, and started creaking. Sandy started breathing hard, then harder, her tits rising and falling, her mouth open; once she quit having her eyes on Trish; he stopped, raised up and gave each breast a fucking hard open palmed slap. Finally he got up, stepped off the back of the bed and yanked Sandy back by her ankles, setting her ass right on the edge. He then had Trish move and grab her girl's wrists.

"Okay, pull, pull her back hard!" Sandy cried out.

"Ouch, please, don't!"

Then Paul again, to Trish.

"Pull fucking harder! Good." 

Sandy let out a wail, her chest pulled taut, making her tits stick right out even more; he then set her legs on his shoulders. Placing his dick up against her cunt he paused.

"Keep your eyes on each other..." then he slowly entered the eighteen year old.



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Naomi Harris worked in the newest, tallest office tower in the city. Her offices were in the top ten floors of the huge building and going up and down in the elevator during the first week the building had been open left her feeling vaguely nauseous. The one hundred floors whipped by at an alarming rate and her stomach did flip flops as she was hurled either skyward or back toward the earth. 

Naomi wasn't afraid of heights or claustrophobic, but she did feel a certain uneasiness given the newness of the building and the speed at which the elevators moved. 

Naomi was a lawyer, and a good one. She had worked hard to get where she was, one of the top litigators in her company, and she wasn't going to let a little nervousness about these elevators get to her. Facing down a tough prosecutor was far worse. 

Yet on the night she worked late in the new building for the first time she felt herself getting spooked as she sat hunched at her desk in the new office. The noises seemed somehow more sinister, more... personal. 

Calling Craig, her husband, she told him about working late.

"I figure I should be done in an hour. I can't wait to get out of here."

"Is something wrong?"

"I don't know. I feel creeped out or some reason. "

"Is anyone else there?"

"Not on my floor. I'm sure someone is around, but not where I am."

"Is that what's bugging you?"

"Not as such."

"What is it?"

Naomi sighed. "I feel childish, but I don't want to ride the elevator alone." 

"Ah." Craig said it in a tone that Naomi recognized as his patient indulgence of something he thought foolish. He wasn't a mean spirited person, and she rarely gave him reason to feel indulgent toward her, but she recognized it after ten years together. Craig would be hurt if she pointed it out to him, he really prided himself on being a modern man with all the appropriate sensitivities toward the plight of women, but down underneath he was still a man and he didn't get her all the time. 

"It's nothing. I said I feel childish. I'm a big girl I can handle an elevator ride." 

Just then her phone beeped indicating a low battery. "Whoops gotta go, my phone is dying. I'll see you in an hour. "

"Bye. I'll keep some supper warm."

"Thanks. I love you."

"I'll let my cooking say I love you back."

"Sounds great."

They said final goodbyes and hung up. 

After an hour of work Naomi's feeling of anxiety had more or less abated, the ins and outs of dense legal documents had clogged her brain with other thoughts. She even forgot that her phone was dying and didn't charge it.

As she packed up her briefcase and made her way to the elevator she began to feel uneasy once more. 

Waiting for the little metal box to ascend to her she began to feel an overwhelming sense of doom. She felt far more vulnerable about getting inside that steel box than ever before in her life. Was she developing claustrophobia with age? Could that happen?

Naomi was thirty five, fit and healthy. At no point in her life had she ever experienced any phobias or even prolonged health conditions, the very idea of having one felt impossible. And yet when the elevator finally arrived and opened for her she hesitated long enough that she had to thrust out a hand to stop the door from closing before she dared get on. 

Stepping onto the elevator she felt her breath grow shallow and actual fear curl in her belly. What was going on? She pressed the button for her garage level and willed herself to calm down. 

Ten floors later the elevator slowed and her tension mounted. Why was it stopping?

The door opened and a man stepped on and all her anxiety washed away. Just seeing another person made her so much more comfortable that she beamed up at him. Naomi was not short, at five foot seven she was taller than average, but this guy was somewhere over six feet, handsome and well built. She had never seen him before and, after her immense relief at his arrival, she felt a strange stirring of lust replace it. 

Naomi had a healthy sexual appetite, one that Craig equaled so she had never seriously considered an affair, but this guy was rather sexy and somehow her fear had been replaced with desire for a man she had never met.

It all happened in a moment, the elevator had only just begun to descend once more when she felt her body respond to his presence. He smiled back at her wide grin and she felt a flutter in her stomach. She saw him appraise her the same way she was assessing him.

Naomi was very fit; she jogged and did Pilates and yoga most every day. She had been a volley-ball player in high school and college and prided herself on losing none of her energy and youthfulness as she grew more mature. 

Her hair was naturally blonde, and had highlights from being out and about in the unusually hot summer they had been having. She wore it long and straight. Usually she wore shorter skirts to show off her lean legs, and today was no exception. Silk stockings were a must. Her face was tanned from a lot of golf and her big blue eyes made larger with mascara and eye shadow. 

As the stranger looked her over quickly she felt confident that he liked what he saw. He appeared to be a bit younger, but she doubted he knew that. Enjoying the hint of sexual tension going on Naomi forgot all about her anxiety of the moment before. 

Until the elevator began to make a grinding noise, lurched, and tilted alarmingly. Then it dropped a few feet and jerked to a halt. 

Naomi was ashamed of her screams, but it was terrifying how the elevator tossed the two occupants around, bashing them into each other and throwing them both to the floor. 

A horrifying creaking of stressed metal moaned throughout the enclosed space and the two of them lay still, afraid to move least they send the whole elevator plummeting to the bottom of the shaft, killing them both. 

A seeming infinity of silence was finally broken, mere seconds later, when the man asked. "Are you hurt?" 

He whispered, as if the elevator might hear that they were still alive and try to kill them again.

"I don't think so." Naomi whispered as well, matching his tone. 

"I'm going to try and move and call for help, okay?" 

Naomi nodded, terrified that they might begin to fall once more, but unwilling to just sit and do nothing. 

The man eased into a sitting position along the opposite wall from her. Their legs were tangled and as he moved she pulled hers into herself, curling in a ball on the floor of the car. As he eased slowly toward the little door that held an emergency phone the elevator moved again swaying dramatically and the lights went out. 

Naomi screamed once more, hating herself for doing so even as she did it. Then immediately after her scream a dim emergency light went on giving them a low light with which to see. 

"Okay so no phone call right now." 

"Jesus Christ." Naomi hissed, her fear filling every fibre of her being as they dangled inside a swaying elevator car seventy stories up.

Abruptly the car shifted again and the grinding noise and stressed metal screamed at them as the car fell another few feet and slammed to a stop further down the shaft. This time Naomi managed not to scream but she did moan horribly. 

As the car settled it felt less loose and more secure. A moment passed and the man spoke again. 

"I think the locking thing might have finally kicked in."

"The what?"

"There is supposed to be a mechanism that locks the car if it starts to fall. I think that kicked in. I think we might be okay now."

Naomi gave him a sharp look not trusting her voice. 

"I know. I'm not saying I'm sure, just that I think so." 

They sat in silence for a moment and then the emergency phone rang and made her scream once more. Naomi was closer to the phone and it took all her will power to reach for it. Sitting up and shifting her weight felt like the most risky thing she had ever done. 

"Hello?" she said.

"Dammit." A voice grated on the line. "Hello. I was really hoping no-one was in that car. How are you?"

"Jesus Christ what happened?" 

"I have no idea. I'm just the security guard. An alarm went off and I had to look it up in the manual. It said it was an elevator malfunction. What do you think happened?"

"This motherfucking elevator just fell and nearly killed us! I want the fuck out!" 

"Are you alone?"

"No."

"Um, well I guess that's' good. How many of you are there" 

"Two." 

"Okay. Um... I gotta call somebody." His voice became firm as he tried to sound convincing. "I'm on this, okay. I'll do everything I can. Hold on."

The line went dead and Naomi felt hollow and empty inside. 

She told the man everything the guard had said and they sat stunned for a few moments. 

Then she noticed how hot it was getting. She had sweat running all down her ribs, and her face was beaded with moisture. She dared to move and take off her outside jacket. The car didn't budge.

"It really is hot isn't it?" the man said.

"I'm burning up." Naomi replied. She took off her suit jacket too. Her silk blouse clung to her. Naomi rarely wore a bra, her breasts were small and firm enough that she needn't bother. On most days at work she wore a camisole under her blouses and today was no exception. As her sweat soaked through her clothes she began to feel more exposed as her body's outline was revealed. 

"Maybe it's just nerves." The man said as he wiped sweat from his brow. "I'm freaking out over here. Hi I'm Dylan by the way."

"Naomi."

Dylan took off his coat and jacket as well and Naomi was shocked at herself for checking out his body as he moved. He was fit and well built, his shoulders quite appealing in his pale blue dress shirt. He took off his tie and undid the top button of his shirt.

What was wrong with her? She was seriously checking this guy out even though they had both just nearly died.

Then the phone rang again pulling her from her ogling. 

Reaching for the phone she found herself begging the Universe for good news.

"Hello?"

"Hi again. This is Josh, the security guard. How are you holding up?'

"We are scared Josh. And it is really getting hot in here."

"Okay. Here's what I can tell you so far. Something obviously failed in your car. It blew out a bunch of power on the floors between fifty and seventy. I called the fire department and they are on the way. I called the building manager and he is coming down with the designer and they have called the elevator installation company. That is it so far. The heat is because the air conditioning is off, nothing more serious than that I suspect. Does that help at all?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah I guess so. Thanks Josh. I'm sorry I was a bitch before."

"Don't mention it. I would be losing my mind up there if I were you. You sound great. You're doing great. What is your name, and the other person. "

"I'm Naomi Harris and Dylan..." she paused and looked at him, and Dylan supplied "Wallis."

"Dylan Wallis." 

"Okay, great. We are going to do whatever we can to get you out of there alright Ms. Harris?"

"Okay Josh. Hurry. Please." 

"I'm going to go look around for the fire department and bring them inside. Talk to you soon." 

"Bye." The line went dead once more leaving Naomi feeling isolated and vulnerable. She began to shake, her body reacting to the stress and fear. 

"Good God this is awful." She squeezed out of her tight throat.

"Hey. We're going to be fine. I'm sure of it." Dylan reached for her hand and Naomi leaned forward to take it without hesitating. They held hands across the space between them. Dylan's hand was warm and moist and so was hers. She felt embarrassed by the slippery contact but wasn't about to lose connection with another human at this point. She scooched closer along the wall she leaned against and Dylan did the same so that their hands could rest on the floor between them. 

Again her mind began to slip into admiring his body. His hand was strong and big, hers small and enveloped by his. Naomi studied his hand and the way it held her own. She felt infinitely safer being held like that. 

"Would you mind terribly hugging me? I feel really nervous." She asked.

"Of course."

He slid along the floor to her and she moved closer to him and then they were holding each other in the corner of the elevator their arms around each other, thighs pressed together and his head rested on top of hers. She felt coddled like a child and it eased much of her tension, but not all. 

"I don't know why I'm being such a baby, but thanks for indulging me."

"Don't even worry about it. I feel exactly the same way. That was terrifying." 

"It really was." She snuggled into his chest more, loving the muscularity of him. "I have been having weird feelings about these elevators all week. I don't know why. But this is like waking up to find out your nightmares are real."

Without speaking Dylan simply squeezed her and she felt even more tension slipping away. 

Then, inexorably, as she was held by him Naomi felt herself growing aroused. His smell filled her nostrils and their sweat began to mingle in the hot close quarters. With his arm over her shoulder and another holding her hand she couldn't help feeling sexual desire stirring inside. 

Rather than feeling awkward about it she felt pleased to feel him relaxing and molding himself to her body. As his muscles loosened and he fitted himself closer to her she could tell he was aware of a difference in the state of things as well. It was subtle, but she suspected he too was feeling a certain level of arousal. 

Almost of their own accord her thighs parted and her left pressed to his right. Between her legs she felt the tingling of her clitoris as her body began to insist she do something about how she was feeling. Naomi hadn't felt this specific type of passion in years. This was more like when she was a teenager and had less control over her lusts. 

Then the phone rang. 

Untangling herself she got up on hands and knees to reach for the phone. She still couldn't bring herself to stand in the dangerous elevator. 

"Hello?'

"Hi Ms. Harris. Josh again. I let the fire department in and the guys are on the way up. They have to use the stairs so it might take a while. We can't be sure where exactly your car is. So they will have to search for it. Can you tell me what floor you were last on and maybe how far you fell?"

"Jeez. Hold on."

Turning to Dylan she caught him staring at her ass. She was thrusting it out at him in her awkward position and her skirt was riding up pretty high. "They want to know what floor you got on at and maybe how far we fell. The fire department has to climb up the stairs and search for us."

Dylan tore his gaze from her rump guiltily and she smiled to ease the tension.

"Uh. I got on at seventy three. I have no idea when things went wrong, a few floors later. I couldn't even begin to guess how far we fell. We fell twice right?"

"Yeah, I think so. Josh, Dylan got on at seventy three and we fell twice, maybe three or four floors each time. So we are in the sixties someplace I would guess."

"Okay, I'll tell the fire department and they can radio their guys who are climbing now. They tell me it might take as long as an hour to make up to you. How does the car feel? Is it moving?"

"Jesus. An hour? "

"It is a really long climb Ms. Harris. And they have a lot of stuff with them."

"Ah shit. "

She knelt down on her haunches. Looking back at Dylan she saw him accept the wait stoically. His strength relaxed her. "Um, no the car isn't moving anymore. We are trying not to move. But it is really hot in here. "

"I'm sorry about that. The heat from all those floors below you is coming right up that elevator shaft. With no air conditioning, after all the heat today... it is all rising right up past you."

"Shit."

"The guys will be bringing water to you. Just call if anything changes, okay?" 

"Yeah." She hung up the phone and sat on her knees looking at nothing.

"An hour?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah. They have to climb all the way up here and search for us. The heat is all the hot air rising from the building warming up all day."

"It was scorching outside."

"Do you have a water bottle? Just thinking about waiting an hour to drink is making me thirsty."

"I do." Dylan began to crawl to his bag lying in the opposite corner. When he moved Naomi went still, her whole body reacting to him making the elevator car tremble with his weight shifting. He didn't seem to notice and he made it to his computer bag and opened a side pouch and pulled out a metal water bottle. 

Then Naomi did what he had been doing to her. She checked out his bum as he stuck it in the air while crawling. Dylan had a great ass. It was full and firm looking as he moved backwards toward her.

Handing her the water bottle Dylan settled in next to her once more. Naomi took a sip from the bottle, which was about two thirds full, and she handed it to him. She wanted more water, but she wouldn't give in to drinking all of it. Self-preservation made her save some for later.

Watching Dylan take a drink, also a small sip, she enjoyed the way his neck moved as he swallowed. This guy was really getting her hot and bothered, and she liked it. 

With her thirst partially quenched Naomi felt marginally better, but she was still way too hot, and she continued to feel real terror every time the elevator made any noise what-so-ever. 

"I apologize, but I just have to do this. I'm way too hot for layers." Naomi unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, leaving her in her pale, bone-white camisole that clung to her breasts and belly like a second skin.

It felt cooler, but so much more intimate to be close to naked with a stranger. This felt more revealing than a bikini for some reason. But she clamped down on her shame and used her damp shirt to mop up the streaming sweat running along her skin. 

"No need to apologize." Dylan said in a noticeably huskier voice. "I feel the same way." He unbuttoned his shirt revealing a tank-top undershirt . When he pulled off his dress shirt Naomi saw that he was a very well sculpted man. Dylan clearly spent time in the gym shaping his body. Or he had once been a lumberjack or something. 

His shoulders were big and rigid with lines of muscle. His biceps and triceps were sizable and hard looking, and his forearms were manly and veined nicely.

His chest had a light coating of well-trimmed hair over deep swells of pectoral muscle. Naomi felt her body grow loose and languid looking at him. 

Then she noticed him watching her look at him. He was smiling openly.

Naomi was so horny right then, and still so terrified that she didn't even stop to think, she merely leaned over and kissed Dylan on the mouth, needing to touch him. 

When he began to kiss back a floodgate of passion opened and Naomi began to pull his tank top off and kiss his face and mouth over and over hungrily. Desire and lust replaced her fear and she dove in eagerly, happy to push all that fright away. 

Dylan's hands found her small breasts and kneaded them possessively. His palms pressed her aching nipples and the slip and slide of her damp camisole made them tingle with electricity.

When she opened her mouth to moan, releasing his tongue which had been exploring her own, Dylan took the opportunity to begin kissing her neck. Naomi loved having her neck kissed. Having his mouth caress the long lines of muscle made her body tremble with passion.

Tangling her hands in his hair Naomi's fingers clenched open and closed in his sweaty locks. Dylan suckled, nibbled and kissed her throat, dipping lower and lower until he was kissing along her collar bones and pushing the thin strap of her camisole off her shoulders. 

Breathing quickly, almost panting, Naomi allowed Dylan to pull her camisole down revealing her breasts to his gaze. He took one achingly hard nipple into his mouth and bolts of pure delight ran along her nerves into her brain, making her whimper with pleasure. 




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His tongue lashed her erect flesh and his lips pulled on it while her breast grew warm and tingly with delight. Then he began to lap and kiss the rest of her small, round mound, making her pussy throb sympathetically with fervent need. 

The slippery feel of his mouth on her sweat dampened flesh made her feel lascivious, and she smiled as she moaned, her pleasure reverberating around the precariously balanced elevator. 

When Dylan reached the bunched material of her pushed-down camisole the balking of his desire made him aggressive and he boldly began to pull her clothes off. In her need to feel him inside Naomi began to help him strip her off all her clothes and she in turn helped him remove his own. 

In moments they were both naked, kneeling together in the middle of the elevator car, pressed together, once more kissing passionately. Their hands roamed over each other, the slick sheen of perspiration making their hands slide over the grooves of muscle and bone, caressing every swell of flesh that made them uniquely themselves. 

Naomi couldn't remember a more passionate, decadent feeling than the glide of his hands as they fondled her body, shamelessly exploring her. Inversely; caressing the smooth hard muscle of Dylan's body felt delicious to her hands.

When his fingers slid into the groove of her sex they both froze, and she whimpered delightedly to feel his firm fingers press her slippery, swollen lips.

Gently, Dylan began to slide his fingers up and down between her nether lips. The tender flesh of her vulva throbbed delightfully as he fondled her. The distant tingle, so far from her brain, felt remote, piercing and intimate. A dizzying mix of sensations that never failed to thrill her when she felt them. 

Then she gasped and her hips bucked as his finger began to lightly brush her engorged clit. As the years had progressed Naomi had found her body grow more sensitive and more easily inflamed, and because everything about this situation was intense, her arousal was deeper and more profoundly erotic than anything she had ever experienced. 

The merest flick of his finger across her button and her body thrummed like a violin string. Taut with aching suspense Naomi was frozen as Dylan massaged her sex and tickled her toward bliss. 

A prolonged moment she hung suspended by his touch on her fervid flesh, immobilized by the spike of stupefying pleasure centred on that tiny swell of flesh. With infinitesimal movements of his fingertip Dylan stroked her clit and made her body tremble with bliss. 

Then he released her and began to rub his fingers along the groove of her lips once more. Naomi released her held breath and clung to him, kneading his back muscles and kissing him desperately. 

Naomi had never felt anything like the powerful all-consuming lust she felt right now. This was nearly an animalistic frenzy. One small fragment of her mind stared aghast at the writhing, grunting, shameless beast she saw herself becoming as this strange man fingered her soaking wet snatch on the floor of a broken elevator. 

The rest of her mind was rabid to be consumed and to consume this man. When he finally slipped two fingers inside her throbbing slit Naomi clenched tight in a spasm of utter rapture. The most wracking, debilitating orgasm she had ever had seized her in a paroxysm of ecstasy. 

A loss of sensation, like losing consciousness, flooded over her as her eyes clamped tight and she saw lights explode behind her eyes. As if she were feinting, Naomi stopped being able to feel her limbs, and she couldn't tell which way was up. It felt like she was flopping over to one side or the other and the bright lights blinded her, yet she couldn't open her eyes.

The only reason she knew she wasn't actually passing out was that she was being lashed with flaming whips centered on her hypersensitive sex. Every touch felt simultaneously like she was being pierced with red hot needles and like being bathed by the cool healing waters of a mountain stream. 

Her pussy clutched his fingers, trying to grip the elusive invader, but her insides were far too slippery to keep hold of his driving digits. Over and over Dylan pierced her and her orgasm grasped her body in its merciless clutch. 

Delight, both terrible and wonderful, twisted together and burned along her nervous system, shorting out thought and consciousness and replacing it with lust. 

When Dylan removed his hand from her soaking slot he eased her trembling body back across the clothes strewn floor of their prison. Then his mouth found her breasts once more and spikes of aching need erupted where his mouth met her pointed nipples. 

Dylan ravished her breasts, kneading them and suckling them with as much need and intensity as Naomi felt. Gripping his head in both hands, his wet hair curling into tangled locks, Naomi guided his mouth where she needed it most; first one breast then the other. 

Then, as she felt another wave of rapture building in her body, his mouth lowered while his hands groped her mounds making her whimper with anticipation. If his mouth felt that good on her breasts what was going to happen if he began to lick her sex?

When it happened her hips rose up to meet his mouth, her body seeming to try and open up enough to allow his whole being to enter her. While his mouth devoured her pussy, lapping at her lips and sucking on her clit, Dylan massaged her breasts driving her mad with sensation. 

Squirming around, Naomi writhed in exquisite ecstasy. Struggling to both accept his attention and mitigate its powerful effect on her body, she shuddered in the extremity of perfect bliss. Soon powerful climaxes rocked her being and she was unable to withstand the onslaught of delight on her clit. That bundle of nerves was far too overcharged. Mini-orgasms erupted every pass his tongue made over her sensitive button and she would buck until his mouth fell from it and she was able to breath once more. 

Then Dylan was looming over her, his wet mouth found her own and she tasted her cum as she kissed him desperately. Clinging to him with need, she anchored her swirling mind in his powerful physical presence, kissing him to stay sane. 

Then sanity was shredded utterly when the shaft of his penis ground down onto her burning clitoris and one more an orgasm robbed her of all thought save the need to be filled.

Reaching down between them she gripped his cock, it felt huge in her tiny hand, and she held him in place while she thrust her hips up to meet his downward plunge. 

Filled at last.

The slide of his erection into her ravenous core opened her up completely and Naomi wailed a long cry of absolute elation. She had never felt so complete. When his knob pressed to her cervix Naomi clenched in rapture and fell into a void filled only by light and joy.

This orgasm was like nothing she had ever felt. She didn't have form here. The boundary of her body, the flesh made so enlivened by Dylan, no longer existed. Instead she became a being of light and each mote of dust that had once been her form swirled away on its own trajectory, exploding outward from the bright centre of the Universe, the place being filled with manhood. 

Naomi was now a sheath of sensation caressing Dylan's member, no other part registered. The friction as he moved within her molten being scattered more and more of her body farther out into the void that had been her reality before.

Time held no meaning; identify a false construct thinly veiling this creature she now found she had always been. A being of light, lust and aching, profound vulgarity. Grunting and humping to grind herself against him, the newly created Avatar of Wantonness kissed and licked and climaxed in an endless seeming loop, while the Totem of Passion pillaged her body for more and more carnal delight.

Then their union was complete when He spilled himself into Her.

Some part of her had been waiting for this and when it began her body channeled all its energy into her womb. A profound twisting in-side-out wracked Naomi with painful convulsions. Clutching him with every part, this lecherous creature she had become gloried in the hot scald of cum oozing into her fervid depths. 

All air was crushed from her lungs as her climax squeezed every scattered molecule of her being back into the tiny frame it had once held. Compression, necessary in order to claim that precious seed being deposited inside her, clamped every fibre of muscle she possessed into a squeezing device meant to milk him of sperm. 

It took a terrifying amount of energy to clench this hard and Naomi panted and moaned with effort as she clasped him with her core, milking him of each morsel of jism. Sweat poured from their bodies, making them both slippery as Dylan strained to drive deeper into her. 

Each time she gasped and released, her body desperate for air, Dylan withdrew from her grip. Then as she wailed, bereft of him, he plunged back into her straining body and set her off with another powerful spasm of delight. 

Dylan's own orgasm drove him to continue wedging deep inside her, his face was a grimace of extremity, his body shivering with the power of his own climax. Clinging to him, Naomi tried to keep grip on his wet muscles. Perspiration streamed from the both, a sordid sheen of sensual delight. 

Unable to hold on to him any longer Naomi flopped back to the elevator floor and panted, sprawled out, pulsing with climactic tremors. Dylan ceased fucking her, his orgasm abated. With his cock shoved deeply inside her, he held himself still, gazing at Naomi. 

Still climaxing, Naomi looked back. His gentle face, smiling down at her, inspired even deeper joy and a new tone invaded her orgasm. Acceptance and compassion gave her pleasure a ringing, resonant musicality. Her orgasm switched from animalistic and frenzied to profound, perfect and loving. 

This was how it felt, at its best, with Craig her husband. How had she achieved it with this stranger? Even as she wondered, her orgasms renewed as Dylan began to move within her once again. 

The moment his cock slipped out and then back in, gently, and lovingly, Naomi began to judder with yet more waves of pleasure. Any stimulation at all ignited her orgasms. Dylan then made love to her, slowly, tenderly, his cock remaining hard, her body reveling in the continuous stream of sensation. 

Dylan leaned in and began to kiss Naomi once more. Gratitude and euphoria energized her kisses back. Hungrily she kissed and licked his mouth, greedy for more of him. Then her mouth became hungry for his member.

As her clitoris tingled hotly from overwork, Naomi pressed her hands to Dylan's muscular chest and pulled back her mouth. 

"I have to taste your cock." She lay back as Dylan pulled out of her suddenly anguished pussy. Squeezing her legs together she placed a hand on her vulva, giving her poor pussy a hug. 

Then as Dylan knelt upright Naomi went on all fours and enveloped his cock in her eager mouth. The heat of his manhood filed her mouth and the pungent mix of her juices and his sperm made her body clench lewdly with an orgasm under her fingers.

Moving her mouth up and down his length Naomi took him deep and lavished his underside with caresses of her tongue. Glorying in Dylan's wonderful cock, Naomi thanked him for giving her such a fantastic fucking. 

Lifting one hand, she massaged his balls lovingly while she bathed his whole shaft with her saliva. Spit leaked out around her mouth as Naomi salivated over his boner. No cock had ever tasted better, or felt so perfect in her mouth as this one did.

That tiny sliver of Naomi's mind that was appalled by her behavior moaned to see her lasciviously gobbling this cock on all fours in a dirty, dangerous place. It told her "You are only doing this to keep from being afraid. What is a little fear compared to a decade of loving marriage?"

Then Dylan reached down, around her back and began to fondle her hanging breasts. The pleasure it gave her overrode the guilt. Naomi responded by lowering her mouth and beginning to bath his balls. Her juices were here too and she cleaned him thoroughly.  

Naomi pumped his shaft with her hand as she sucked his balls and Dylan moaned deep in his throat, sounding like he was surrendering to her. As his sack tightened and lifted Naomi returned to sucking his knob and lapping at his shaft. 

Looking up along his flat stomach and firm pectorals she locked eyes with Dylan, his face a mask of tension and hope. She jacked him into her mouth and made a show of rubbing his knob around her lips. 

"Gimmie that cum. I want to taste it."

His eyes clenched and he whimpered and Naomi smiled at her power. Her own sex was finally no longer exploding in continuous climax, so she focused on bringing him to that place she had endured for so long. 

With as much fluid as she could gather, Naomi gave him a sloshy, wet blowjob, working his tip with her tongue as she ran her tightly sealed lips along the first few inches of his pulsing rod. Dylan's hands gingerly settled on her head and when she didn't flinch he began to stroke her hair lovingly as his breath grew quicker and less rhythmic. 

Feeling the bulb of his cock moved under her tongue was making her drool. Naomi loved the heat of him, the smooth skin, and the curve of the flanged crown of his knob. The soft skin moved under her lips, sweet friction made gloriously slippery by her spit. 

Long moments passed as Naomi worshiped this perfect specimen of manhood that she caressed lovingly with her avid mouth. 'The more time passed the better' she thought, unwilling to sit in that tiny metal can and obsess about falling to her death. 

Instead Naomi threw herself wholly into giving the best blowjob she knew how. If this guy was going to make her cum ninety times in ten minutes she would make him ache to cum and hold him there as long as he dared withhold his cum from her.

Even though her mouth grew tired and her neck a bit stiff, she relished every minute of this. Not only was his cock the perfect size for her mouth, he smelled amazing. She felt a tinge of regret when she realized he was really close to shooting off. 

Looking way up at him she saw his eyes glazed, looking at where her mouth enveloped his cock. His breathing was rapid, like he was running a race. The hands in her hair froze, tense and vibrating. His hips quivered, tremors that were tiny humps rocking his hips incrementally. 

Naomi sucked hard filling the head of his cock with blood and Dylan moaned, his eyes finding hers. Naomi took him deep in her throat, eyes locked with his. Then she pulled back out and began to jerk him faster and work his knob with her lips and tongue, focusing on the area under his knob and all around the tip. 

It only took a second and a gout of sperm spurted onto her tongue and filled her mouth with his powerful flavour. Surprised by her body, Naomi began to cum as her mouth was filled with wave after wave of jism. 

A trickle went down her throat and she purred to feel the thick ooze of his seed coat her throat. Swallowing greedily now, Naomi drank Dylan's cum and he twitched in her mouth, his load done, but not his spasms. 

Naomi swirled her spit and his sperm all around his knob as she licked him and passed her lips lightly over his skin. Opening her mouth to keep a lighter grip on his sensitive knob, she leaked some sperm out the corner of her mouth onto her chin.

When her teasing became too much Dylan pulled back, taking his cock from her oral grip and spilling more onto her chin. Using her tongue Naomi tried to clean it off but smeared even more around her mouth, her lips both stained milky white in spots. 

Then she heard banging and voices very nearby.

"Hello." A voice called.

"Here! We're here. Help Us!" Naomi called. 

Shocked for a moment she looked down and saw her nudity and realized as she heard voices shouting to 'hold on' that they were coming soon. Naomi scrambled to get dressed. First her panties.

The elevator moved as something heavy hit it with a clang. Naomi screamed, her body sure the car was falling. Crouching down she cowered in the corner, terrified that they would dislodge the elevator and kill them both. 

"It's okay. You are safe now. We have locked the brakes and wedged the car in place manually. You aren't going anywhere." The voice was right outside the door. Even as Naomi pulled on her camisole the door opened and a sweating fireman was standing in the door, crouching to reach the elevator that was two thirds the way past the floor he was on. 

Relief swelled in her breast and she pushed her arms through her camisole and looked to the empty elevator car she was in. 

Dylan was gone.

There was no sign of him or any of his belongings. 

"Miss, where is the other person?"

Naomi gaped at him. She could feel inside where his cock had been not long before. She reached up and wiped his sperm from her face and looked at it on her hand. It was there, glistening in the light, not spit, but semen. 

"He-" 

"Are you alright? Here have some water."

He jumped down into the car lightly, but it still terrified her and she whimpered. Then when she didn't fall to her death she took the water and drank. As she drank she saw the fireman look around at her clothes and briefcase scattered around and it looked like his nostrils flared as he sniffed. 

With her mouth filling with water and she took a long breath through her nose and smelled what the man smelled. Sex. She nearly choked in shock while she drank as she realized the elevator was rank with the smell of sex. Not sweat. Musk and sperm and her juices and all the pheromones humans emitted during sex. 

Naomi had said there was another person with her, there smelled like there had been another person here, the fireman had two bottles of water ready. But... there was no-one else in the car.

Naomi sat down and started to shake as shock overtook her mental state. Even as cool air soothed her from the hall, and water trickled down her throat she began to sweat a clammy sweat of fear. 

Where had Dylan gone?

The next few moments were a blur as other firemen arrived and lifted her out of the elevator. Numb to their gaze she was passed from man to man in just her panties and camisole. The moment she was out of the elevator and on the floor proper she fainted. 

Not long later she regained herself on the floor covered in a blanket with an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Men were working on the elevator and a fireman was talking to someone on the phone while he knelt over her.

"She's back. How are you feeling?"

"Shaky." She said sounding hollow in the mask.

"Lie still until you feel a bit better. That must have been pretty scary." He sympathized. He seemed genuine and Naomi felt tension leave her as she accepted that she was safe. 

"It was." Gazing around, content to lay still, her body heavy and distant feeling, Naomi watched the Firemen gather, whisper and shoot her strange looks. There seemed to be some discussion about whether she was crazy or not. She wondered herself. 

Her clothes and belongings were piled beside her and once she was finished assessing herself internally, she struggled to dress under the blankets she was covered in. As she moved she felt all the usual sensations she had after a bout of intense lovemaking. Her body, at least seemed positive that she had been well fucked. 

When Naomi was finished dressing she felt better, and when she took off the oxygen mask her fingers hesitantly stroked along her chin and felt the drying semen still clinging to her skin. 

Dylan had been there, she wasn't imagining it. 

"Ms. Harris, would you feel comfortable riding down in a different elevator? It's a long walk down in your condition, but I'd understand if you'd want to."




Trapped



Naomi felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through her even thinking about getting into another elevator. Then she considered it deeply and realized she felt fine with it. It had been an accident, like a car accident. A car accident probably wouldn't keep her from ever being in a car again. 

More importantly, however, she didn't feel any sense of doom surrounding the idea. The anxiety from earlier in the night was gone. New fear existed, but it was more animal and in her body than the earlier fear which had been... something else, something other. 

A warning?

Stepping into an elevator car on the other side of the building from the one she had been in, Naomi felt a tiny moment of panic, but pushed through the palpable membrane of fear and made the step. Standing with two big men she rode downward, and the smooth ride eased her tension a great deal. 

And she knew she was recovering when her brain wiggled around to imagining being trapped with these two sexy firemen. Would she have as much fun with them as she had with... whomever-whatever -Dylan had been? 

Smiling to herself she realized she was likely never to have better sex than that again, the situation was far too bizarre to top. But something had awakened in her, something powerful. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to go home to Craig and make intense love with him. 

Naomi could feel it, she had stepped over a personal barrier and sex was going to have to be more intense and more integral to her life from now on. She sure hoped Craig was up to it. 

Naomi no longer felt trapped by anything.



Trapped



Kiera wakes.

Fear.

She's in a strange bed, restrained, a dream? Nightmare?

She looks around, Shia is standing there, watching her.

Panic. 

Why is she here, does she know? Oh god, she knows.

Shia watches her, studies her. Eyes cold, searching.

Not a dream. Completely at Shia's mercy. Dream come true?

Maybe.

Shia is silent, it drives her crazy, can't stand silence.

Kiera bares her soul, blurts her feelings, says too much.

Shia jerks back, the force of Kiera's desire unnerving.

Keeps away, but continues to listen. Silent.

Kiera panics, begs for forgiveness, redemption, release?

She quiets, cries softly, she's trapped, alone. 

Rejected?

Insecurity and scars surface. Clawing at her insides.

She's now sobbing, shaken and lost inside her own head. 

Shia sees her, listens. Her heart hurts, breaks for Kiera. 

Her anger falls away, she goes to her, wants to comfort her. 

Kiera is lost in hurt, old and new, overwhelmed. Distant.

She strikes out, strains against her bonds, with feral eyes.

Shia's face shows shock, hurt. She scrambles away. 

Kiera surfaces from her pain, sees what she's done.

She's horrified. Begs forgiveness. Tears come again.

Shia comes to her, slowly, tentatively, carefully.

Kiera is calm now, focused, alert. Ashamed.

Shia strokes her hair, calming her, reassuring her.

Kiera promises to leave, to not hurt her again.

It's what Shia wanted, isn't it? Why is the thought painful?

She acts on impulse, kisses Kiera, tenderly.

Kiera's heart skips, she returns the kiss, hungry. 

Shia breaks away. Pale, staring, shaking, unsure.

She is stricken by Kiera's vulnerability. Her passion.

Kiera's lips burn from the kiss, desire for Shia boiling.

Shia closes the gap, kisses again, softly, Kiera responds. 

Shia embraces her, caresses her, feels their hearts race.

Kiera makes happy murmuring sounds, flushing.

Shia encouraged, kisses Kiera's cheek, neck, throat.

Kiera responds, whimpers into Shia's embrace. 

Shia looks at her, searching Kiera's tear-stained eyes.

Kiera eyes beg. She whispers, her throat hoarse, "Please."

Tears again, Kiera is crying softly. 

Lost in her hopes, joys, desires and fears.

Shia holds Kiera's face, kisses away the tears. Smiles.

She hugs Kiera tightly, her lips again exploring, moving.

Kiera is gasping, shivers down her spine, kisses continue. 

Shia reaches the top button of Kiera's shirt.

Kiera bites her lip, nods as Shia looks for her approval.

Shia pulls the button loose, breath hot on her skin.

She undoes the next button, fingers trembling.

Kiera is squirming under her, flushing violently. 

Shia again seeks for approval in Kiera's face.

Kiera's eyes are closed, her face alive with emotion.

Shia continues, she's nearing the last button.

Shia opens the shirt, cold air washes over Kiera, she gasps.

Her nipples pucker, the cold air brushing them. Teasing.

Shia leans down close, her hot breath contrasting sharply.

Kiera moans, frustrated, an insistent, groping sound.

Shia breathes across her nipple, Kiera jumps in surprise.

Her eyes are wide open, staring, then they roll back.

Shia blows again, her lips millimeters from Kiera now.

Kiera feels the heat in her body, rushing from her core.

Her limbs tingle in excitement, she begs, "Please..."

Shia smiles, kisses the nipple gently, then bites down.

"Yes!" Kiera gasps, her body trembling, trapped.

Shia releases the nipple, then kisses it gently, lazily.

Kiera moans, "More..." she whispers, rising to Shia's lips.

Shia moves across, kisses again, bites down, harder.

Kiera makes a ragged gasp, she holds it, tugging.

She runs her fingertips down Kiera's side, teeth insistent.

Kiera is lost, swimming in overwhelming sensation.

Pain and pleasure mix, and she just wants more, much more.

Her teeth relent, Kiera goes limp, sinking into the sheets.

Shia's lips move back up, to Kiera's neck, starts nibbling.

Her teeth are insistent, but not cruel, just exploring. 

She starts under the chin, nipping hungrily on tender flesh.

Kiera's body is begging, screaming for release, hopelessly.

Shia continues devouring her, her teeth traveling further.

She can practically feel Kiera's skin tingle with every bite

She nips playfully at her belly button, Kiera stiffens, moans.

Her mouth reaches the top of Kiera's jeans, draws away.

Kiera looks down, Shia is pouting, glaring at the barrier.

Her eyes beg Shia, Shia studies her carefully.

Kiera whimpers, her head rolling back into the pillow.

Shia is impatient, and hungry. She makes a choice, commits.

Kiera's ankles untied, she squirms beneath her, begging.

Shia is rushing now, impatient, starving. Loosens the jeans.

Clumsily, she unzips, the odor or Kiera's arousal hits her.

She growls, grabs the jeans and panties, dragging them off.

Kiera implores her now "Please, I want you, use me, please."

Shia looks up at her, bares her teeth and growls again.

Kiera shivers, the fear mixing with arousal, claiming her.

Shia throws Kiera's knees apart, her needs igniting within.

She seeks Kiera's release, feral sounds in her throat.

Kiera's arches her back suddenly, cries out, legs squeezing.

She's found her target, and attacks viciously. 

Tongue and teeth feast on Kiera.

Kiera's legs scissor around Shia's head, pulling her closer.

Shia feels the hunger, and bites at Kiera's tender button. 

Kiera loses control, crying out, sobbing, moaning. 

Heat explodes through her body, burning her from inside.

Her eyes are fuzzy, ears buzzing with sensation. Falling.

She falls for what feels like forever, lost from time. 

Feeling the shock-waves, pounding, then subsiding, slowly.

She stirs, eyes fluttering open, she's being held.

Her hands are free, she returns the embrace tightly.

Shia nuzzles her neck and sighs happily, content.

In that moment, wrongs are forgiven and hurts forgotten.

They hang on to each other, trying to make it last forever.

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Authors note: This has been an experiment to try and distill a much longer story down to it's essence, strip out all the extraneous exposition, and let the characters and emotions speak for the themselves. All productive feedback is appreciated!



Trapped



PART ONE

"Thanks for coming on the show again Rich." Paul said, giving Richard's shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing him again and walking across the room "We really love having you here."

"No worries. It's good to see you again when I do, you know that..." he replied, watching as Paul took off his jacket, tie and shirt, and then began to clean his make-up off in front of the mirror. Paul frowned and a cloud passed over his face. "You're thinking about Tim, aren't you?" Rich asked gently. Paul looked at Richard in the mirror.

"Yeah..." he sighed "I don't understand why he just left like that. All he did was talk to Mikey for a while, and then he left. He didn't even say goodbye. And during the show it was like...there was nothing there for him anymore." He sighed again and shook his head. Richard walked up behind him and put an arm around his shoulders, giving him an impromptu hug.

"I'm sure it had nothing to do with you Pauly. He probably just had something on his mind." Paul nodded and Rich looked away, frowning "But I wouldn't be surprised if he left just because he didn't want to see me." 

"Richie, don't say that..." he said softly, turning and resting his hands on Richard's hips, looking him straight in the eye. Richard shrugged.

"Well it's true. Ever since the band broke up it's been like this. It's as if he's blaming me for it. He never talks to me; he never even rings. He used to at least call on my birthday, but now...nothing." Richard took a deep breath and looked away again "Not that I really care, of course..." he murmured, a slight touch of bitterness coming out in his voice. Paul was surprised. He thought he was the one who had problems with Tim, but at least he still talked to him. He'd naturally presumed that Rich and Tim talked all the time.

"I'll have a word to him about it – see what's going on..."

"Nah, don't bother. I don't give a fuck." Paul could tell that Rich didn't want to talk about it any longer so he quickly changed the subject.

"So...are you still staying at my place?" Paul asked. Richard nodded. "Well, why don't you go back before me. I've got a bit of work to do here and we both know nothing will get done if you're there!" Richard laughed.

"Yeah sure mate, I'll leave you to it. Have fun, eh?" Paul rolled his eyes and then smiled up at him.

"See you soon then?" he asked quietly, his eyes momentarily dropping to Richard's chest. Richard nodded and slid his arms around Paul's waist, stroking his bare back with one thumb as Paul looked up at him, copying his actions.

"See you soon then..." he mimicked and bent down to kiss him lightly on the lips. Paul leant into him as he began to move away and pulled him back down, kissing him ardently. Richard walked Paul backwards and pushed him up against the wall, stroking Paul's chest and feeling his shudder of pleasure. Then suddenly he pulled away. Paul looked up, confused. "That's all you're getting from me this time Pauly. I'm married, remember?" Paul frowned and pouted, looking absolutely adorable, and Rich just had to have him one more time. He moved in and kissed him sensually, his tongue running along the inside of Paul's mouth, tasting his soft lips. He was dimly aware that Paul was starting to moan, and he quickly pulled away again before they both got too carried away. He looked Paul over hungrily and licked his lips, breathing heavily. "Okay, that's it..." he murmured huskily "No more..."

"Do you know how hard you're making it for me not to jump you right now?" Paul asked in a joking tone, although he meant exactly what he said.

"Yep!" Richard grinned, moving towards the door "Bye Pauly!" he called as he opened the door and left, closing it behind him. Paul sighed and turned back to the mirror to continue taking off his make-up. He wondered if Richard's little plan would blow up in his face later that night after Paul got his hands on him again. He smiled at the thought and laughed to himself. Rich could never resist him before and the look in his eyes told him that this hadn't changed.

PART TWO

Paul dried his face on the towel beside the sink and sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He considered going home right now so he could be with Richard, but then shook his head. He had to do his work. There wasn't much point in leaving things until the last minute. And besides, he'd be finished sooner or later anyway. Paul knew he'd be the last person to leave the studio and would have to lock up when he left, so he'd be able to concentrate on his work without interruptions in the meantime. Suddenly the door swung open with a bang as it hit the wall.

"Thank God he's finally left!" bellowed Mikey as he stomped into the room and slammed the door loudly behind him, causing Paul to flinch. 

"Hi Mikey, what're you still doing here?" he asked. Mikey was clutching a beer in his hand as he looked around the room, then his eyes focussed on Paul and he looked Paul's topless frame up and down and frowned angrily at him. 

"You slut!" he roared. Paul blinked.

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"You SLUT!" he repeated "Just because Tim won't have you anymore you go and fuck Richard, just because he's there! You know full well that he's married! You're a slut Paul McDermott, a fully fledged SLUT!" Mikey's voice was getting louder and louder and Paul began to back away slowly. He'd never seen Mikey this angry before. It was quite frightening.

"But...but..." he began.

"Shut up you little cunt! Now get down on your knees and say your prayers because you're really pissing me off!"

"Wh-what?" Paul asked nervously. What was wrong with Mikey? He was acting really strange.

"KNEEL DOWN!" he roared, banging his bottle down onto the table.

"No!" Paul retaliated immediately.

"Fuckin' KNEEL DOWN you fuckin' cunt!" he yelled, pulling back his arm and slapping him hard across the face. Paul stumbled backwards and brought a hand up to his stinging cheek, then looked up at Mikey, the fear finally showing in his eyes. Mikey glared at him menacingly and finally Paul fell to his knees. He grabbed Paul's shirt off the chair and tore two long strips off it, then grabbed Paul by the wrists and tied them together before he got a chance to fight back. Mikey stood in front of him, his nostrils flaring. "Don't resist pixie, or I swear I'll kill you..." he mumbled, his voice low and dangerous.

"Mikey?" Paul whimpered uncertainly as he heard the zip being pulled down and watched him free his swollen organ from its confines as he moved towards him. "Please...Mikey..." Paul begged, shuffling backwards, but Mikey continued moving towards him until he was dangling right in front of his face.

"Open your mouth monkey boy!" he ordered. Paul clamped his mouth shut and shook his head. "WHY YOU!" Mikey snarled and the next thing Paul knew, Mikey was pummeling his face over and over. He couldn't defend himself. He tried to yell for him to stop but was kicked in the guts and winded, so the only noise he could make was a gasping sound. It felt like the punches and kicks went on forever and when they finally stopped it felt like they were still going. He was crying like a baby and his body was aching all over. "Are you going to do what Mikey tells you now Pauly boy?" he growled. Paul looked up at him with frightened eyes and shamefully nodded his head. "Good. Now open your mouth, slut!" Paul grimaced and started to cry even harder, but he obeyed Mikey's orders – he knew he couldn't fight it.

PART THREE

Paul gagged as Mikey moved deep into his mouth, thrusting into him as Mikey held his head between his hands and moved him back and forth. Tears were running down Paul's face as Mikey's movements became faster and more violent. His breath rasped out between his clenched teeth as he pushed himself so far down his throat that Paul could feel the vomit and bile rising up. 

"Come on...come on..." Mikey started grunting under his breath. Paul kept praying that it wasn't real, that it wasn't really happening, but he knew it was. Why was Mikey doing this? He didn't understand. He had to stop it. Suddenly Paul bit down hard, and Mikey stumbled backwards away from him, howling in pain as he cradled his wounded member. He turned and scowled at him, and it was only then that Paul realised his mistake. Now it would only get worse. "You bastard!" he shouted "You fucking little PRICK!" Mikey lunged at him and Paul held his bound hands up in front of himself defensively, drawing his knees up in an attempt to protect his stomach.

"Please...no...why are you doing this!?" he protested as Mikey kicked him over onto his side.

"WHY? You wanna know WHY?" he roared, kicking him hard in the ribs on each accentuated word "You KNOW why, you poof! You DESERVE it! You're always going around fucking people's lives and fucking them as well! Now it's YOUR turn to be fucked!" Paul's eyes widened as Mikey's words sank in. He couldn't mean...? Could he?!

"No...please Mikey...don't!" he pleaded desperately as Mikey rolled him over onto his back.

"Why shouldn't I?" he asked, leering down at him, before he knelt down between his legs and undid his pants, tugging them down over his hips, followed by his underpants. Mikey grabbed his wrists and held them above his head and Paul groaned in disgust as Mikey leant over him and began to bite and lick his chest. "Y'know Pauly, I've always had a bit of a thing for you." He sneered down at Paul's face, which was turned away from him, his eyes firmly shut. "OPEN YOUR EYES!" Mikey thundered, and Paul reluctantly followed his orders "I want to see your fear you little wimp!" he snarled under his breath. Paul began to whimper softly and Mikey grinned down at him as he bit Paul's neck, hard, causing him to let out a loud yelp. "That's right, you make as much noise as you like. You know Uncle Mikey loves to hear you scream." Despite what he had just said, Paul couldn't suppress a loud howl when Mikey moved down, took him into his mouth and clenched his teeth tightly together on him, grinding his teeth back and forth, drawing blood which he sucked away greedily as it seeped out of the bite marks. "Yeah that's it, scream. Scream like the selfish little slut you are!" he scorned, his voice husky. Paul began to sob again, his body quivering with terror as Mikey rolled him over onto his stomach. He was completely defenseless.

PART FOUR

Paul cried out loudly in pain as Mikey forced himself inside and began thrusting aggressively. The pain was so bad Paul thought he was going to die. He could feel his skin tearing and the blood running down his legs and suddenly he felt very weak and his vision blurred. He stopped struggling.

"Don't you fuckin' pass out on me!" Mikey growled, grabbing Paul by the hair and pulling his head back, bringing Paul back to consciousness slightly as he bit his neck again, Paul letting out a weak moan. "You trying to say something Pauly?" he asked mockingly "Nah, you're probably enjoying this more than you'd like to admit. And so you should! You'll never be fucked this good again, believe me!"

"Stop..." Paul whimpered feebly, but this only caused Mikey to pound into him even harder. Paul grimaced and leant his head forward into his hands, crying softly. Mikey grabbed Paul's ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly, his fingernails sinking into the soft tender flesh. Mikey laughed heartily as the blood flowed freely, and then he began grunting and groaning loudly, flesh slapping against flesh as he rammed into Paul at a frantic pace. He blew his load with a final shout, running his nails down Paul's sides and leaving deep scratch marks, which were already beginning to bruise as he watched. Mikey sneered at Paul's shaking body as he drew out of him, blood and cum seeping down the back of his thighs. Paul stayed in the same position, not moving apart from the quivering of his body and the heaving of his lungs as he sobbed soundlessly.

"Look at me!" a voice snarled above his head, but he couldn't move. Mikey kicked him over onto his side and Paul closed his eyes tightly, curling up into a foetal position. "LOOK AT ME!" Mikey roared once more, and Paul whimpered helplessly before opening his eyes. He looked up at Mikey's naked form standing before him and gagged once more at the thought of what had just happened. He knew he'd never look at him the same way again. Mikey smiled at him and turned away. Now that Paul's eyes were open he couldn't close them again, and he watched him as he got dressed back into his clothes that had been carelessly discarded on the floor. He focussed on a ball of fluff lying on the carpet directly in front of his face and drifted out of reality, his mind blank. He could hear a humming sound and he slowly drifted back to realise that Mikey was talking to him.

"...tell anyone about this, or if anyone finds out what YOU did, I swear I'll come after you and you'll wish you weren't alive, you hear me?" Paul looked up at him fearfully. The frightened look on his face told Mikey that they had a deal, and he opened the door and left the room. As soon as Paul heard the exit door open and slam shut he began wailing loudly, his whole body shuddering as his mind ran through the incidents over and over in a never-ending cycle. The pictures and the pain wouldn't go away. He couldn't escape them. He was trapped.

PART FIVE

Paul drew in a sharp breath as he heard the door open and he began trembling once more. 

"Paul, I thought you..." the voice began, then a loud gasp "Oh my God, Pauly!" Richard rushed up to him and tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder. Paul moaned and lashed out at him, throwing Richard's hand away from him and pushing himself into the corner. He crouched there, staring unseeingly at his face. There was fear in Paul's eyes. Horrible, pure fear. "Pauly it's me, Rich..." he murmured reassuringly "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm your friend..." he whispered softly, slowly reaching out his hand. Paul watched Richard's hand warily as it ever so slowly inched its way towards him. He knew he should trust him, but he was so afraid. What if...what if he wanted to do what Mikey had done to him? "Pauly...I won't hurt you..." he repeated "I love you..." 

Finally Richard's fingers came in contact with his knee and Paul flinched away, huddling even further into the corner. "I won't hurt you..." Rich kept repeating as more of his skin came in contact with Paul's. Paul looked into his worried eyes and finally Richard saw recognition there and he gently slid his arms around Paul's shoulders. He suddenly let out a choked sob and clutched Rich for dear life as he began to sob uncontrollably. "It's okay Pauly...you're going to be alright now..." Richard told him, cradling Paul in his arms. He rocked him gently, murmuring comforting words into his ear as Paul cried into his neck. Rich could feel the dampness of Paul's tears on his skin as he stroked his hair, kissing his cheek every now and then. After over an hour Paul finally stopped crying and was silent in Richard's arms.

"Pauly...I'm just going to use the phone, okay?" Paul stared straight ahead at something that only he could see. Richard frowned sadly down at his friend. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered, before taking his mobile out of his pocket and dialing 000. A lady answered on the third ring and asked if she could help him. "I...I think my friend's been raped..."

PART SIX

Paul was terrified, Richard could tell. Every loud noise or sudden movement would cause him to whimper and squeeze Rich so hard it hurt. When the emergency people arrived it was even worse and most of them were told to leave so as not to scare him any more. As soon as the two men started to pry him away from Richard he began wailing loudly.

"Umm...maybe I should carry him?" Rich suggested over the screams. The woman in the uniform looked reluctant, but nodded her head, and the two men let Paul go. He instantly fell into Richard's arms once more, sobbing hysterically. The woman left and came back with a thick blanket and handed it to Richard, who told Paul step by step what he was doing as he gently wrapped the blanket around his shivering body. Once he was bundled up and warm he instantly calmed down a little and Rich felt his muscles relax slightly. "I'm going to stand up now Pauly, okay?" he asked softly. Paul didn't respond, so Richard gripped him a little tighter, and with the help of the other two men, got up to his feet. He looked down at his friend sadly. He was so scared for him. He had seen the blood and the bruises, but he knew it wasn't only physical damage that had been done. He just hoped Paul would be okay. He wanted to kill the person who had done this to him, and he knew if he had the chance, he wouldn't hold back.

Richard slowly carried Paul outside and got into the back of the ambulance. He warned them not to use the siren and the two men agreed it wasn't a good idea going by the state Paul was in. It only took a few minutes to get to the hospital and when they arrived Rich carefully carried Paul all the way inside and to a room where he would have a check-up to assess the damage. He fruitlessly attempted to pry Paul away from him and onto the bed before anyone arrived, but he simply wouldn't let go. When he began to whimper again, Richard pulled him close and hugged him.

"It's alright Pauly...we're at the hospital and no-one can hurt you here. The nice people are going to help you. They'll make the pain go away, and I'll be right here with you." Paul's face was buried in his chest and his arms were wound around his neck, holding him tightly and not showing any signs of letting go. Richard sighed and began singing softly into his ear, rocking him gently, until a nurse came in. She frowned down at Paul sadly and met Richard's worried eyes. Richard pulled back slightly and looked into Paul's eyes. "They're going to have to take a look at you Pauly, but you'll have to let go of me a little..." he began, but the fear instantly returned to his eyes. Richard looked up at the nurse and mouthed that he wouldn't be able to do it, and she nodded and began preparing a needle. Richard cringed and kissed Paul's neck lightly as he ever so slowly brought one of Paul's arms down from around him. He knew Paul wasn't that fond of needles in the first place and he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it now, so he tried to distract him. "As soon as we get home I'll make you a nice warm cup of tea, just the way you like it...how does that sound?" Richard was sure he saw the ever so slight flicker of a smile cross his face, but then his eyes widened as he felt the movement on his arm. He started to turn his head but Rich carefully brought his hand up and stopped him, leaning in so they were cheek to cheek and Paul couldn't see what the nurse was doing. 

The anaesthetic began to take effect after only a couple of minutes and Paul lowered his head down onto Richard's shoulder as his arms slowly loosened from around him. Rich hadn't realised Paul had been that tense until he felt all his muscles relax, and he gently lowered Paul down onto the bed. He gingerly unwrapped the blanket from around Paul's lethargic form and felt a lump building up in his throat as his eyes took in all the blood and bruises once more. He sat down in the chair beside the bed and gripped Paul's hand in his own, resting his head against it as the tears began to form in his eyes.

"Maybe you'd like to leave sir?" the nurse asked calmly "This can be quite unpleasant." Richard looked up at her and then down at Paul again. He looked so young and innocent, so abused.

"No..." he said firmly "I can't leave him." The nurse smiled slightly, and began to examine him. Richard moved his chair closer and leant on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Paul's hair back from his face as he absently played with his fingers with the other hand. He watched intently what the nurse was doing to him, but he couldn't look when she leant down behind him and put in a couple stitches. She washed and dressed the deeper scratches across his back and buttocks and dabbed antiseptic on the smaller ones. Rich was glad Paul hadn't had to take this while he was awake as he was told some people did – he knew he wouldn't have been able to handle it. Richard himself was having enough trouble watching and trying to restrain himself from blowing up and throwing things all over the room. He was relieved when it was over and the nurse wrapped him up in a clean blanket and allowed Rich to carry Paul to his room. 




Trapped



He was told that Paul would have to stay in hospital for at least a week so they could check on him and prevent any infection. He was also warned that Paul may have to go to counseling sessions, and he replied that he knew he definitely would. Finally they left him alone in the room with him. Richard sat down in the chair he had pulled up to the bed, holding Paul's hand to his lips, occasionally kissing each of his fingers in turn. He kept almost drifting off every few minutes, and eventually he leant his head on the pillow next to Paul's and watched his face until he finally fell asleep as well.

PART SEVEN

Richard woke up the next morning to find Paul fast asleep with one hand resting lightly on the back of his neck. He carefully lifted Paul's arm off him and put it back down beside him, standing up and kissing his forehead lightly before leaving the room to go get a cup of coffee. When he returned ten minutes later he found the room filled with nurses surrounding the bed, talking frantically. A blood-curling screaming could be heard clearly over the raucous of people and Richard instantly put his coffee down and broke through the crowd.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" he yelled over the noise, and a couple of the nurses turned to him.

"He just started screaming. He became aggressive when we tried to stop him and we're trying to restrain him so he won't hurt anyone."

"Get everyone out of here!" he ordered angrily. They simply looked at him. Couldn't they see that they were scaring him? "NOW!" he commanded, even more forcefully, pushing people out of the way and away from Paul as he strode purposefully up to the bed and caught Paul's flailing arms, holding them down at his sides. "Pauly...it's alright...no-one's gonna hurt you..." he reassured gently into his ear "It's Richard...I won't hurt you." As soon as Paul heard the name he stopped screaming, his body fell still, and he opened his eyes. Rich smiled down at him and slowly let go of his arms. Paul instantly began crying and he wrapped his arms around Richard's waist. "Shh honey...it's okay...you're alright now...I won't leave you alone again, okay?" Rich whispered, rocking Paul gently and stroking the back of his neck. He turned his head and saw that some of the nurses were still standing around, staring at them in deep interest. He frowned and waved a hand for them to leave, which they did rather reluctantly after a particularly icy glare from Richard. Not long later Paul was asleep again and Richard gently lowered him back down onto the bed and covered his small body with the thick blankets and sat, watching him sleep.

Richard wouldn't leave the room, not even for a second. The previous incident had given him quite a shock and he was scared of what might happen if the same thing happened again. He had to be there to protect him, and besides, he had promised Paul that he wouldn't leave, and he wouldn't break his word. He rang Khym to tell her what had happened and he started crying down the phone as he relayed the incidents to her. She murmured gently to him, much in the same way he had been doing to Paul, and that gave him a lot of comfort. She was even more understanding and supportive of what he was going through than he could have hoped. She knew how he felt about Paul and told him to stay as long as Paul needed him to, because he really needed a friend at a time like this. She also reminded him to tell Tim what had happened. He wouldn't have thought of it otherwise, seeing as they hardly ever talked, but he knew his two friends were very close, and it would only make his relationship with Tim even more strained if he held this vital information from him. He rang him as soon as he'd finished his phone call with Khym. 

Tim sounded slightly detached when Richard told him what happened, but he had little doubt that Tim wanted to kill the person who had done this to Paul just as much as he did. The conversation was very awkward, but at least Rich got out what he had to say. It was obvious that Tim really wanted to be there for Paul right at that moment, but he wouldn't be able to make it to Sydney for another two weeks. Despite himself, Rich was slightly pleased with this news, because that meant he could look after Paul by himself and not have to speak to Tim for a while yet. He knew as soon as Tim arrived he would be forgotten about, so he would make the most of it while it lasted.

PART EIGHT

After the recommended one week, Paul was released from hospital. Richard had instantly offered to stay with Paul and look after him, which the doctor thought was probably a very good idea. Paul had been having counseling sessions with Dr. Romano for almost two weeks, and he had improved considerably. He was no longer so jumpy, and he wasn't scared that everyone would hurt him as he previously had. He still required Rich to accompany him some of the time, but he didn't need him there every minute of the day, although he still took comfort in Richard's presence. He seemed more and more like himself every day, but there was still one problem. Since it happened he hadn't spoken, not one single word. He wouldn't even talk to Richard. He would only make gestures or expressions to explain what he wanted or what was wrong. Rich thought he would start talking again eventually, but now he was beginning to wonder. What if he never talked again? What if they never found out who did this to him? He'd even tried to get him to write it down, but he simply shook his head. Writing anything else down he was fine, if a bit shaky, but he wouldn't write down the name of the person who had raped him. 

What Richard didn't know was that Paul was scared. He remembered the threatening voice clearly in his head. Paul had known he had meant it. He would kill him if he so much as said the name, even in a different context. He was so terrified that he wouldn't speak a word for fear that it would accidentally come out. 

He had asked Rich to host the show for him, which he did happily. Paul being the way he was, Richard doubted he'd ever be able to go back to how he was again. Paul's fans caught him after the show a few times and he carefully lied to them, saying that he had a particularly bad flu and was sick in bed. He knew all the attention it would create if the truth got out. Paul already didn't like the attention he got from being a TV celebrity, and having something like this hanging over his head and everyone knowing about it would destroy him, totally and utterly. Rich couldn't let that happen to him.

On the 24th of July Tim arrived at the Paul's house, his face grim as he stood in the doorway and stared at Richard, who was practically in the bed with Paul, they were so close together. They both had their arms loosely around each other as Richard talked quietly to him. They didn't notice Tim until he cleared his throat. Richard looked up expectantly, and then his expression darkened when he saw who it was. He wasn't going to say the first word, no way. Tim had to do it or nothing would happen. They stood staring at each other, oblivious of Paul's presence, for five minutes, before Tim let out an exasperated sigh.

"Richard..." he said pointedly, glaring at him.

"Tim..." he snapped back. Paul poked Richard, who turned his head to look at him. Paul reached up and gently stroked his hair, his eyes seeming to be saying 'It's okay...sort this out...don't make it worse'. Richard smiled at him and sighed, looking back to Tim. "Come in." Paul smiled and bounced slightly, patting the other side of the bed and gesturing for Tim to sit there. Tim eyed Rich suspiciously before walking in and sitting where Paul indicated. Tim leant in and kissed his cheek, unaware of Paul's instinctive flinch. Paul shook himself slightly and then looked at his two friends, who were still glaring at each other across the bed. He clicked his fingers, drawing their eyes back to him, then he took their hands in his and brought them together. They instantly snatched their hands back away from each other and Paul shook his head, looking at them with his sad puppy-dog eyes. They both looked at him and sighed. They never could resist that look. They looked at each other, trying to read the others eyes, and Paul waved his hands impatiently before they reluctantly reached in and shook hands. Paul grinned and hugged them both tightly. He was so relieved that was cleared up. He didn't realise that it had only been a false truce made for his sake.

"I'd like to see Paul alone..." Tim said quietly, choosing his words carefully. Richard stared at him for a little longer than was needed and then nodded, giving Paul a quick hug before leaving the room.

PART NINE

Richard frowned back into the room as he saw Tim take his hand. It had already started again. He pulled the door closed so there was only a centimetre of space between the door and the frame. He wrenched his eyes away from them and began walking down the hall. He grumbled under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't believe Paul kept taking Tim back over and over, no matter how much he hurt him each time he went back to his wife. They'd spend one night together and then Paul would think they were together again. He didn't realise Tim was just using him, and then when Tim left him he'd come running to Richard blaming himself for pushing him away, and frankly Rich was sick of it. It had gone on for long enough. He wouldn't let Tim hurt Paul any longer.

Richard wandered around the house for almost 45 minutes, slowly sipping his now cold coffee he had made for himself after he left the room. Finally he arrived back at the room and cautiously glanced through the opening, frowning as he realised they were kissing. Richard began fuming, storming back into the kitchen and emptying the remains of his coffee into the sink and then leaving the cup there. He returned to the hall once more and his eyes quickly returned to the crack and he looked inside. He was about to look away again but then he froze. It didn't look like Paul was enjoying it at all. Finally the kiss ended and Tim stepped back. Richard moved so he could see Tim's face. He was talking, his face serious. Richard could only hear some of the words.

"...do this to me...mine...keep going away...everyone you know...bastard...Mikey...drugged...told him...saw you...kissing his wife...insanely jealous...went along with the plan...did it...good man. Now...cause trouble...letting it out...dangerous...can't be trusted anymore. I have to do it...no choice...you should be careful...you'll see soon...breath a word...you too..." Richard frowned at the small pieces of the speech he had picked up. What was he talking about? It sounded awfully suspicious. Rich moved to look at Paul's face. His mouth was open slightly and his eyes were wide in what looked like horror. What had just happened? It sounded as though Tim was threatening Paul, but no, that couldn't be right. He loved Paul. He must've been imagining it. He had to have been. He stepped aside quickly as Tim moved towards the door. He leant against the wall and shoved one hand in his pocket only seconds before the door swung open and Tim stepped out. He looked surprised.

"How long have you been there?" he asked accusingly. Richard shrugged, scowling at him. Tim returned the glare. If he'd done anything to Paul...

"What do you think you're doing?" Richard snapped suddenly.

"What? Nothing! What the fuck are you on about this time Richard?" Tim asked sarcastically.

"Stop using Paul for your own pleasure. He deserves much better than you. You take what you want and then leave him time and time again. He's just too blind to see what you're doing. You don't deserve him Tim, so fuck off out of his life!" Rich snarled, baring his teeth as he clenched his fists at his sides and walked slowly towards him.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about Richard! Take a look at yourself! You're the one using him for sex, not me!" A strange look flickered across his face and he looked away momentarily before frowning back up at him. "Fuck you Richard! I don't give a fuck what you think!" he growled and stomped off out of the house. Richard glared after him and walked up and down slowly until he had calmed down a bit. He sighed deeply and then opened the door, meeting Paul's gaze as he closed the door behind him. He studied him carefully, trying to see what he was feeling, but Paul looked away quickly. Richard sat down on the bed beside him and Paul instinctively put his arm around Richard's waist and cuddled into his side.

"Is something wrong?" Richard asked gently, taking his hand and playing with his fingers. Paul shook his head and looked up at him with teary eyes, sending him a forced smile. He looked scared, but why? "Pauly...did Tim do something to you?" Rich asked worriedly and Paul looked up at him quickly and shook his head, touching Richard's lips with one finger to silence him, then he picked up the texta and board off the bench and wrote down "He had to go". Richard nodded as Paul wiped the board clean and put it back in its place. Rich sighed in relief as Paul pulled him down onto the bed and curled up beside him, his arm around Richard's chest and his head on his shoulder as Rich cradled him in his arms. He closed his eyes and stroked Paul's back gently. At least he had just been imagining things earlier. Nothing out of the ordinary had been going on at all. Paul just missed Tim, that's why he was crying. That had to be it.

PART TEN

Richard woke up suddenly to the sound of his mobile phone ringing. He must've just drifted off. He looked down at Paul as he pulled the shrilling object out of his pocket and answered it – he was still fast asleep, oblivious to the noise.

"Hello?" Rich asked.

"Richard, I have some bad news." It was Ted Robinson. His voice sounded strained.

"What's wrong?"

"There's no easy way to tell you this..." he began slowly "Ah...Mikey's dead...we think he was poisoned." Richard was speechless. He couldn't believe it. Mikey? Mikey Robins? Dead? He couldn't even imagine it, but now it was true. "I just thought you should know..." Ted continued after a short silence "I don't think I'll be able handle telling Paul..." he said slowly. Richard took the hint.

"Uh...yeah, don't worry about Paul. I'll tell him." Richard felt a lump growing in his throat as he thought about Mikey, everyone's best mate. "Listen, thanks Ted, for telling me. It was really good of you."

"Sure Rich. I'm sorry mate."

"Thanks. Bye." Richard hung up and took a deep wavering breath. He brought a hand up to his face and rubbed it as though trying to rub the pain away. Paul poked him and looked at him concernedly, his eyes asking 'What's wrong?' Rich sighed and looked at Paul sadly. "Mikey's dead." Paul's eyes widened and he looked down at his hands quickly. He frowned slightly as though wondering how it happened. "They think someone poisoned him." Paul couldn't believe it. He'd really done it. It was true...it was all true. He screwed up his face, clenching his fists tightly at his sides, and then suddenly he let out a choked sob and literally fell onto Richard, tears pouring down his cheeks. He wailed incoherently and punched the pillow violently with his fist. Richard squeezed him tighter, rubbing his back comfortingly until his burst of anger and sadness died down a bit.

Finally Paul looked up at Richard with teary eyes. He smiled grimly and brought up a hand to gently cradle the side of his face. He was saying he was sorry. Rich nodded and did the same to him, returning the gesture, and Paul kissed his unshaven cheek before nuzzling his face down into his neck. Paul wanted to tell him, but it was so hard. What if no one believed him? Richard sighed and closed his eyes once more, each in their own little worlds as they mourned the loss of their friend.

A week later Richard was going through his routine check as he was preparing breakfast. Paul was sitting at the kitchen table, thoughtfully sipping tea from a mug with his star sign traits on it.

"Paul, are you okay today?" He shrugged. Rich frowned. Usually he nodded. "Do you have something you want to say?" He shrugged again. Richard was intrigued. He took a guess. "Pauly..." he said carefully, moving to sit in the chair beside him and putting his arm around him "Are you ready to tell me?" Paul looked up at him and gulped, then looked away, giving a slight nod. He held him for a few minutes before continuing. "Who was it who did this to you Pauly?" he asked ever so gently. He pushed the board across the table towards him and Paul shook his head, pushing it away again. "Who was it?" Rich repeated slowly. Paul looked up at him.

"Tim."

(c) Helen Looymans, 2000



Trapped



My wife Nicole lay beside me oozing contempt.

I knew that I’d upset her and I was in the doghouse. 

We had been out at a party on that Friday evening and we had drunk enough to be happy, had enjoyed the company of our friends, and had snuggled together in the back seat of the taxi back home.

Nicole had said she was tired and wanted to sleep. I had taken that to mean that she needed wooing before we made love, and not the statement of fact that it was. She wanted to go to sleep and I wanted sex.

Don’t get me wrong. I hadn’t forced myself on Nicole. I hadn’t raped her. I had just made it obvious that I wanted sex and that I wasn’t going to take ‘No’ for an answer. Nicole had consented reluctantly. She made it clear that she was agreeing only because I wanted to make love.

Her body had been unresponsive. If I hadn’t drunk so much I would have responded to her reluctance and stopped. I didn’t. Almost as soon as I entered her I came. I lay on her for a few seconds and then rolled off.

“Is that it, Mike?” Nicole asked sarcastically. “Happy now?”

“Sorry, Nicole, I shouldn’t have…”

“No. You shouldn’t. I thought you had more respect for me than that.”

She rolled over with her back to me. I knew I would suffer later. At least she hadn’t commented on my performance. Neither of us say really hurtful things to each other even when we are angry. We do love each other. Her restraint made me feel worse.

She soon went to sleep. I lay there regretting my actions. Eventually I went to sleep as well.

The next morning Nicole was up before me. As I woke she walked back into the bedroom wearing a bright red push-up bra and matching panties. She sat down on the edge of the bed to put on a shiny pair of pantyhose. My body reacted instinctively but my brain was flashing alarm bells. 

“Mike?” 

“Yes, Nicole,” I said cautiously.

“You like my nylon sheathed legs, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Do you like the feel of the tights?”

“You know I do.”

“Is it the tights or my legs inside them?”

I thought hard. I wasn’t sure where Nicole was heading. I knew I was still in her bad books so I was worried that there was something behind these questions.

“I love your legs, Nicole.”

“Good.”

“But I like the tights as well. There’s something about the feel of them.”

“Right. Up you get. Go and shave.”

‘What?’ I thought but did as I’d been told. I shaved and showered and returned to the bedroom with a cotton robe wrapped round me. Nicole had a silk robe loosely around her. Her shiny nylon sheathed legs flashed as she moved. She pulled back the bed to show the whole bottom sheet. Piled on the floor was a whole heap of tights.

“On you get, Mike.”

“Eh?”

“On the bed. Lie down. Leave the robe off.”

Nicole smiled at me. I wasn’t sure about that smile. I folded up the robe and put it on a chair. Dropped clothes annoy Nicole and I didn’t want to annoy her any more than I already had. I stretched out on the bed.

“Lift your left leg.”

I raised the leg and looked down. Nicole was standing beside the bottom of the bed. Her hands stretched the leg of a pair of tights and fitted them to my foot. Her hands eased the nylon up my leg. The sensation of the nylon and her gentle hands made my leg twitch.

“Right leg.”

She fitted the tights to my other leg and slid both legs up.

“Bottom in the air.”

I pressed my nylon clad feet on the bed and raised my middle. Nicole hauled the pantie section over my hips and far up my chest.

“What? What are you doing?” I spluttered.

“Showing you the feel of nylon,” she replied.

Her hand brushed over my erection.

“I’ve left one part free.”

She had. These were crotchless tights. I revelled in the slithery feel as I moved on the bed.

“Sit up.”

I sat up. She pulled another pair of tights up my arms and pulled the pantie part over my head. After a short struggle my head emerged through the crotch slit. The nylon clamped around my neck. 

Nicole eased the pantie section down my chest until it almost met the waistband of the tights on my legs. Then she pushed me flat on the bed.

“Stay there.”

She walked across the bedroom flashing her legs provocatively. She picked something up from her dressing table and returned. Her silk robe fell apart showing her breasts straining at her bra.

She pushed me to lie on my side. I felt her pulling the waistbands of the tights together in the small of my back.

“Keep still,” she ordered, “or you might feel a prick.”

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Sewing you in. I want you to enjoy nylon all over.”

I was enjoying it. Even a small movement felt sensuous.

Nicole moved around the bed and pushed me to lie on my other side. She finished her sewing and stood back. She pushed me flat on my back again.

“Arms up to the head of the bed.”

I reached up. The tights were longer than my arms and their feet flapped. Nicole pulled at the toes. Before I knew what she had intended she had knotted the tights together and around a bar in the headboard. I opened my mouth to object but her hand stifled my words.

“Shut up!” she hissed. I shut up.

She moved down the bed. I felt her wind something round each ankle and knot it. I peered down. A stocking was attached to each ankle. I started to pull my feet back but Nicole heaved on the stocking. I resisted for a while but she tied my legs close together to the bottom bars of the bed. I was spread-eagled and helpless.

Despite my position, I was enjoying the situation. My erection was fully exposed and I was unable to resist whatever Nicole might want to do. We hadn’t tried even mild bondage before. At present I was excited yet still had a vague disquiet. I was convinced that last night still rankled. The element of danger made me shiver yet I trusted Nicole implicitly.

She had turned away as soon as my legs were tied securely. Now she returned holding something behind her back. I turned my head towards her.

“Open wide, Mike.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth wide, please.”

I opened my mouth. Her hand came from behind her back with the speed of a striking cobra and stuffed a rolled pair of tights between my teeth. I gagged as the nylon hit the back of my mouth. I tried to spit the soft obstruction out while her fingers pressed it further in. She wound another stocking around my head and over my mouth pulling it tight before knotting it behind me. I grunted. A faint mew was all that came out.

“You can shout as much as you like, Mike. Since this is a bondage game we have to have a safe phrase. I think it should be ‘I’m sorry, Nicole’. You can say it any time you like. Want to try?”

I mewed pathetically.

“What was that? I didn’t hear what you said.”

I shook my head furiously and mewed again.

“Sorry, Mike. That’s not the safe phrase.”

Nicole bent over the edge of the bed and gathered up a handful of stockings.

“I promised you that you would enjoy nylon all over. Your head is still uncovered. It won’t be for long.”

She spread a dark black nylon stocking and pulled it down over my violently struggling head. She forced it on so hard that my nose was flattened. The surplus she wound loosely around my neck. She followed with two more black stockings. I could barely see what she was doing through three layers of nylon. The fourth stocking left me completely blindfolded.

“Can you hear me, Mike?” Her lips were against my sheathed ear.

I nodded as best I could with the mass of stocking around my neck.

“Don’t move or you might get a needle and thread through a sensitive part of you. Understand?”

I nodded. I didn’t understand but I was in no position to object to anything she did.

I felt her hands in the area of my groin. As far as I could work out she was sewing more nylon to the hem of the crotchless section of the tights on my lower half.

Nicole’s hand touched my head. I felt her breath against the side of my head.

“I’m going to put them on now, Mike. Keep still.”

I kept still. Her legs straddled my pinioned body and wriggled around my hips. I jumped as her bare flesh touched mine. Her bush brushed over my taut erection before her wet cleft engulfed me. I had barely realised that she had mounted me when she started humping me viciously. I came almost instantaneously but she continued pounding away for a long time until I was sore. She still kept going. I would have begged her to stop but my faint mewing was lost in the noise of her body thrusting herself at me.

When she did stop both of us were sweating profusely. The nylon was stuck all over my skin and sweat was trickling in inaccessible places. Nicole lay down on my chest and relaxed.

My bruised penis was still inside her. I wriggled to try to throw her off. Her legs clamped effortlessly around me and held me still.

I shook my head. Her hands reached up and tied a loose end of stocking to the bed head. Now I couldn’t move my head more than half an inch.

She settled down and went to sleep. I could hear her faint snoring. I was her mattress and had as much choice about supporting her.

After what seemed like hours she wriggled off me. She got off the bed and left the room. I thought I heard the shower but noises were muffled by the nylon squashing my face.

When she returned she untied my head and removed the stockings one by one until only the gag was left.

“Want to say the safe phrase?”

I mewed helplessly.

She unknotted the stocking holding the gag in place and eased the soggy pair of tights out of my mouth.

“Sorry?”

“Yes, Nicole. I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”

“Will you do it again?”

“No.”

“I suppose I ought to let you free…”

“Please.”

“But I won’t. Not until I’ve fed you like a baby to show you how un-adult like you were last night. Stay there. I’ll be back soon.”

I stayed. I couldn’t do anything else. I looked down. She had sewn another pair of crotchless tights to the ones I was wearing.

She brought me breakfast in bed. She tied my hands behind me and rested my head against her shoulder while she fed me with small spoonfuls.

Only after breakfast did she release me. I showered to remove the sweat. I apologised again.

“No need, Mike,” Nicole replied. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll forget it. Don’t do it again.”

I didn’t. 



Trapped



The game was Steve's idea and at first it had started off very tamely, with him telling Lu & Michelle what to wear.

The first day he insisted on high heels worn with what ever they wanted but it soon became a competition as to which of them would fail first and not carry out his instructions.

Phil smiled and decided he would photograph each stage for future posterity and looked forward to Steve's next 'dare'.

As they were due to meet up Steve sent Michelle's & Lu's instructions through to them and waited to see if they would carry out the task.

At first Michelle looked on and said no, but Phil mentioned if that was the case she would loose the bet and would have to pay a heavy forfeit for failure. Michelle mumbled but finally accepted the task and secretly was looking forward to searching out the right clothes to comply.

Steve's instructions were detailed - wear a very short skirt, hold-up stockings, high heels and thin see through blouse along with short jacket. Fortunately it was nearing summer and the weather was getting better so the clothes would not seem to out of place.

Michelle searched out her wardrobe and found just the attire she needed and the short black mini skirt was teamed with her sheer black blouse and black Levante hold-ups. Phil asked what she wore under the skirt and as shimmied over to him and took his hand before pushing it under her hem, allowing his fingers to feel the thin material of her thong, but more excitedly he felt her smooth mons through the sensual cut outs. Michelle was clearly going all out to impress and Phils cock stirred at the thought of Michelle in her open fronted knickers.

The journey to the hotel was agony for Phil as Michelle kept teasing him by lifting her skirt higher and as the car hit the motorway she delved in her bag and pulled out her vibrator before flicking it on and using the rotating head to snake across her exposed sex.

This was torture for Phil, but he was powerless until at last they pulled into the hotel grounds and Phil lifted the cases out and they checked in. Room 69 was allocated, and they crossed the reception area before they spotted Steve & Lu at the bar. If Michelle's skirt was short, Lu's matched it, but she was dressed in white and as the girls kissed the contrast was eye catching.

After the greetings were finished Steve suggested a drink in the rooms and helped Phil carry the cases to the lift. Heads turned as numerous male eyes followed the girls legs across the foyer and as they stood patiently waiting for the lift Steve leaned over and whispered to the girls.

They both blushed but brought their hands to their skirt hems and lifted them three inches higher allowing any body who cared to look at their bottoms parted with a thin wisp of material, and framed by their lace topped stockings.

Fortunately for them the lift doors opened and they scrambled inside, just as the doors were shutting two other businessmen caught the lift and as the doors slid shut and ascended, the lift shuddered and stopped.

The group groaned but the internal telephone rang and they were informed it was the second time it had happened and that they would be there for about an hour.

The two suited and immaculately groomed men turned and glanced down, obviously not too disappointed to be trapped looking at Lu & Michelle dressed as provocatively as they were.

Phil & Steve were against the wall with the girls backing onto them and as the lights dimmed Steve nudged Phil and winked at him to follow his actions. 

With slow movements Steve's hands began to trace up Michelle's legs and Phil matched his actions by doing the same to Lu, soon both men felt the lace stocking top and the soft band of flesh. The girls shuddered but said not a word as they both felt the fingers caress their bottoms and Lu gave a low murmur as her tiny thong was pulled to one side and Phil's fingers ran delicately over her wet sex lips. She bit down, conscious of the handsome stranger facing her but Michelle's thong offered no resistance at all and Steve's fingers instantly found her pussy unprotected and moist as his fingers inched inside her.

Both girls couldn't control their bodies and their nipples pushed invitingly against their sheer tops allowing the two businessmen an unexpected and rewarding view of the girl's charms.

By now Phil & Steve were mercilessly finger fucking the girls and they fell forward against the two suited men, not caring what they thought or saw. Both girls wantonly spread their legs wider allowing greater penetration and gasped as the boys complied and rhythmically continued the pleasurable torture.

Lu looked over to Michelle and winked before leaning forward and kissing the man, crushing her bra less breasts against his sharp suit. As she did so she felt the growing hardness in his trousers and quickly unzipped him before releasing his cock into her small hand.

Michelle mirrored the scene and soon both girls' hands were full of lean hard cocks as their men brought them closer and closer to orgasm.

It would be hard to think of a more erotic sight for the businessmen as first Lu then Michelle bent forward and seductively began to suck on their manhood's. The girls were bent double and their short skirts were pulled over their backs ensuring they were fully exposed, Steve & Phil completed the scene by unbuttoning their blouses letting their bare breasts fall free.

These were not left out for long as the two strangers cupped and caressed their nipples as the girls devoured the men's cocks.

The action hotted up when Phil & Steve withdrew their fingers and replaced them with their own lengths and plunged inside two wet and waiting cunts, much to the pleasure of the two girls.

The trio's bucked, fucked and sucked until the girls shuddered and they came sandwiched between the men. As they recovered the lights went on and the lift began to move, just allowing the four very erect and straining pricks to be re-trousered before the doors opened and the hotel management greeted them with apologies and room upgrades.

The girls smiled especially when they looked at just how uncomfortable the men were - but they slipped the two businessmen their room number and suggested they call round later………………………………….



Trapped



Thursday morning and it was once again time for Chad to make a trip to the office. He hadn’t seen Christy since Sunday when she had left his house smiling and teasing him about having now really worked under her. They both knew that it would be hard to keep their hands off one another but they couldn’t allow anyone else in the company to find out. Everyone knew that he was married and she had a long term boyfriend, and being caught could mean the end to those relationships. But leaving each other alone completely just wasn’t about to be in the cards for these two.

Chad entered the office with his normal greeting to everyone and then slid all his checks into the box and waited his turn in line to give Christy the necessary paperwork for the week. She was busy with another person at the moment and she was going over the sheet with the woman with her back to him. Doubtless that she knew what she was doing Chad watched as Christy bent over a little further and her ass jutted back toward him. With a slight twist of her head she gave him a wink and said she’d be right with him.

“God,” he thought to himself, “I would just love another afternoon in bed with that shy exterior gone and the slut beneath out in full bloom.”

“Hey Chad,” called their boss from the inner office, “I need someone to take this big box downstairs can you carry it to the elevator and just put it on one of the tables pretty please.”

“Of course Sheryl,” he replied lifting the heavy box, he didn’t fail to notice that his muscles bulged under the weight and he wondered if it would catch Christy’s eye when he walked out. He also saw this as an opportunity to talk to her alone for a moment if he played his cards right. The box was nearly half his size and felt like it weighed a good 80 pounds, he didn’t struggle with it but knew that the box would make it impossible to push the button to the elevator without setting it down.

Just then Sheryl called out, “Christy go hit the button on the elevator for Chad so that he can put that big thing downstairs.” He chuckled as he heard that, his boss was making it easier for him than she knew.

Christy heard this and smiled thinking about Chad putting his big thing anywhere made her instantly wet between her long slender legs. She finished up with her other staff quickly and stepped in front of Chad and opened the outer door to the office that lead to the elevators. She pushed the button and then slid inside smiling at him, “I think you might need a little help getting that big thing on a table and I’ll just make sure you have the help already there instead of having to come back up and get someone.”

As he stepped inside, he looked at her and mouthed the word’s bullshit so if anyone was outside the elevator they wouldn’t hear. She nodded and smiled and gave him another wink as the doors to the private elevator shut. As he sat down the box she gave him a hug and kissed the side of his neck. “God I’ve wanted to do that all week,” she exclaimed as her little petite hands slipped over the front of his crotch and felt the bulge beneath.

Chad had decided to play a little game with Christy though to see just how she would react. He gave her a soft push, “Christy both of us agreed that when you walked out the door on Sunday this was over, what you are doing now is sexual harassment. Besides I’m not getting caught doing this here at work, my house is one thing but work is just asking to get caught.”

Christy blinked at him in disbelief, here was this guy who had fucked her silly the weekend before and now he was turning down any advances at all. She wondered if he was just playing with her though, she knew how he was. “Chad, don’t be silly there is no way anyone can see in here, I need just a little kiss and hug for now, please,” she asked shyly as she leaned into him.

Suddenly the elevator stopped and all the lights went off inside. “Oh fuck,” Chad said, “are they doing work behind the office today?”

“Yea, and last time this happened the electric was off almost all day, I hope you aren’t claustrophobic.”

“Not at all but let’s try the phone and see if Sheryl or someone knows what’s up.” He began to search the wall for the emergency call phone and when he found it he picked up the receiver and pressed the hang up bar a few times until the phone began to ring into the main office. 

“Hi this is the office of . . . ”

Chad quickly cut the receptionist off, “I know what office this is can you patch me through to Sheryl please?”

“Hold on just a moment sir,” she said.

Chad thought while he was on hold that the receptionist must be a bit daft as she didn’t even realize the call was coming from the emergency line for the elevator. When Sheryl had picked up, he began to relay the situation to her. “Yes, Christy and I are stuck in this elevator Sheryl, any ideas on how soon we can get out?”

“The contractors just called right after the power went out, they severed a power line, Chad, you two are going to be in there for a while. Do you have any drinks or anything in there with you?”

“I think Christy brought her water with her, you know how she is about carrying that bottle everywhere,” he gave Christy a playful poke in the side in the darkness, “I think we can manage but is there an emergency hatch in here so we can at least ventilate the car or you can drop drinks down to us from the shaft using it?”

“Yes, there is one and I’ll see what we can do about getting you guys out but, you need to just stay calm and I guess have a staff meeting,” she teased, “oh, and Chad, do be good to Christy, after that little awards ceremony the other day we all have our suspicions as to what you might be up to.”

“Oh that was two weeks ago Sheryl and it was not my fault you asked in that silly game whom I would take if it weren’t my significant other to a deserted island.” He chuckled. 

“All right, I’ll get busy trying to get you free, just don’t think you’re getting paid for being at the office this long mister.”

Chad hung up the phone and he was suddenly aware of the closeness of Christy, he had sat down on the box while using the phone and without even noticing at the time Christy had slid between his legs and straddled his thigh the moment he hung the phone up. She took his head in her hands and pulled him to her. “Fuck the rules,” she whispered as she slid her mouth up and nibbled his earlobe. 

Chad couldn’t help but smile to himself, Christy had returned to the little fucktoy he had discovered the past weekend and she was more than ready for some fun now. Chad cupped her ass through her tight little slacks and pulled her back and forth on his hip as he turned to kiss her. “You know you’re going to get me in trouble little girl don’t you?”

“Come on big boy, teach me how to fuck in an elevator,” she cooed.

Chad felt his cock gaining its full stature and he realized he had a belt on, which would add to what he was now planning. He quickly stood up while holding onto Christy and pushed her back against the elevator wall. Taking off his belt he took her wrists and put them out in front of her and tied it off, then he turned her around and brought the belt down to the little handrail inside the car and tied the leather strap around the rail. 

He could hear Christy whimper as he slid his hands around her front and rubbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples through the blouse. He ran his hands down her flat tummy and unhooked the eyelet on her slacks, giving them a tug he pulled them down along with her panties. Bending down he swatted her ass as he told her to lift her legs so he could pull off her shoes. Christy did so quickly and as her shoes and pants lay crumpled on the floor she felt Chad’s hands slide up the inside of her thighs. 

Giving each thigh a quick slap Chad began to push them open a bit further. He leaned in close and ran his tongue up the inside of her thighs and quickly found the object of his desire. His tongue slipped across her engorged pussy lips and he could taste her arousal. “Mmm,” he moaned, “your pussy tastes so sweet Christy.”

Just at that moment his cell phone rang. “Dammit,” Chad swore as he paused, “I have to answer that what if it’s Sheryl. She’d wonder why I hadn’t answered.” Without looking at the screen to see who it was Chad hit the button and said hello. “Oh hi honey,” he said as his fingers slid up inside Christy’s tightness, “I’m just stuck in an elevator with Christy and right now I have my fingers right up inside her,” he said calmly. 

Christy could feel the color drain from her face but the arousal between his legs never faded. She wanted to make him stop, because his wife was on the phone but he wouldn’t remove them, instead he had done just the opposite and began wiggling his fingers inside her as his thumb caressed her clit. 

“Yes, dead serious baby, I know I’ll be with you soon but we might be in here for hours and well I couldn’t help myself, you know how much I’ve wanted her and this was my chance, yeah hold on.”

Chad held the phone up to Christy who tentatively held it between her ear and shoulder as she still couldn’t free her hands. “Hell . . . hello,” she whispered, expecting to be yelled and screamed at by the spouse on the other end. 

Suddenly Chad stood up and began to thrust his cock deep inside her quivering pussy. She couldn’t help but moan knowing his wife was listening. “Yes,” she cooed, “he just shoved his hard cock deep up inside me, mmm yes,” she purred into the phone, “it feels so good.”

Chad knew what his wife was doing, surprised by it but turned on none the less. She had not believed him when he had told her where he was and what he was doing. She had relayed that if he had the nerve to tell her that and be doing it then she wanted to hear the girl when he thrust his cock inside her. She had wanted to hear her moan and find out if he was teasing or lying to her. 

What neither Chad nor Christy could know was at that moment his wife was at home with her fingers driving deeply between her legs fucking her pussy and imagining seeing the scene she was hearing on the phone. Instead of being jealous she was wildly turned on and she told Christy that as Christy began to whimper and moan. 

Chad held Christy’s hips and pumped into her hard, the smell of sex and sweat as well as her sweet pussy filled the elevator compartment. He reached up and began to lightly twist her nipples and kissed the back of her neck nibbling on it as he felt her push back into him. She whimpered a goodbye over the phone and told Chad to take it. 

“I promise I will honey,” he said as he hung up.

“Mmm lover what did she make you promise to do?” Christy asked.

“She made me promise to fuck you really hard until we were free and then call her the minute I get home with all the details.”

Christy turned her face toward Chad and kissed him as he leaned in and let his tongue dance across her lips. His fingers slid around her body and down her smooth stomach as he let them rove and finally rest on her clit. His furious pounding from behind provided all the friction on her clit that Christy was going to need. She began to clench the tight little walls inside her pussy around his cock and as she tossed her head her long hair whipping around she began to cry softly as she came. Her orgasm was so intense that she thought if he hadn’t been holding her up with his strong thighs as he fucked her or she hadn’t been tied to the railing she’d have been on the floor by now. 

Chad slipped his cock out of her as she began to cum and dropped down behind her again, his tongue slid between her legs and his fingers raced over her clit driving her to another new heightened plateau of orgasm. Chad reached up and undid the belt and as Christy slid down she impaled herself on his hard cock. Smiling she reached around him and ran her nails down his back as she rocked with her knees against the floor and her center wrapped around him again.

Chad knew that she would begin to cramp soon and the floor of the elevator couldn’t be that comfortable to her pretty little knees. He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulling her close he began to kiss her lips. “Christy let’s take our time, no rush, besides if I get caught now my wife already knows and has sanctioned this act of lust.”

Christy stopped his words with a kiss of her own and began to slowly lean back and rock against him. She had been fucked hard by this man but hadn’t had the pleasure of having him really take time and draw out an orgasm with a slow pace. She cooed and began to run her hands down his back again and she leaned her head down and rested it on his shoulder, kissing his neck as she felt him deep inside her. 

He wondered why they hadn’t taken this time before, and she felt so amazing right now sliding ever so slightly on his cock. It was a pleasant friction, not enough to cause an immediate eruption but at the same time he knew the pressure was building for them both. When his phone rang this time, they both looked at it and Christy picked it up. 

Clicking the answer button Christy said hello and wiggled her hips down taking him in a little bit farther into her. “No, Sheryl we are ok, just sitting here on the elevator floor mmm, talking. Oh my god Sheryl no we wouldn’t do that he’s married and I have a boyfriend. Five hours until they can get us out, oh my god,” she exclaimed. “I don’t know he can last that long . . . in here.”

Chad chuckled at her naughtiness, she was almost giving away what was going on in here and yet she didn’t seem as phased by it as she would have normally been. Apparently now that his wife knew Christy was comfortable teasing anyone with what might or might not be happening. He reached around her as he dropped his head to her breast and began to suck on her nipples, his hand squeezing her ass.

“Sheryl I’ve got to go, yeah he’s threatening me with a long and involved um tickling session if I don’t get off his . . . the phone.”

Hitting the end button she grabbed his head and kissed the shaved top as his teeth latched onto her nipple and bit softly. “God I love this Chad, it’s too bad you are leaving soon.”

“Shut up and ride me Christy, we have five long hours to enjoy each other and I intend on using every minute wisely.”

Chad held her buttocks in his hand and helped her slide up and down on his rigid shaft. “I want to cum Christy but I don’t want you to get off of me.”

“Big boy I’m on the pill as you know and I don’t care if I have your cum dripping out of or off of me when we leave here when the door finally opens. I all but just told Sheryl that we were fucking in here.”

Chad began to slide her up and down on his pole faster and faster as she rocked back and forth. The rhythm was driving him insane. He knew he was going to cum soon and that was not going to be stopped by anything or anyone. His fingers gripped the cheeks of her ass harder and he kissed her as his cock throbbed inside threatening to spew its seed. 

Christy felt Chad’s shaft thickening inside her and she knew he was going to cum deep inside her as she was rocking and being bounced up and down on his shaft. She wanted nothing else right now than to feel that either. She was feeling nice and naughty knowing that his wife was halfway around the world rubbing her own pussy as she thought about what was happening inside this elevator. Christy felt her little clit rubbing against Chad’s body as she wiggled and squirmed faster on him. 

In near perfect unison as she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips and he opened his mouth to return to the kiss they both began to cum. Chad’s cock lurched inside her and she moaned into his mouth as she shivered and shook. Chad wrapped his arms around her and held her as they came and she drug her nails down his back. 

Chad kept hold of Christy as she continued shaking he hugged her close and kissed her full lips. “Christy that was amazing . . . ” he gasped.

“Yes, it was and to think we have all day,” she giggled as Chad made his cock jump inside her to let her know that he wasn’t about to lose the hard on he had right then. 

“What’s next?” he asked as she began rocking back and forth again. A few hours later the elevator did come on and they rushed to get dressed. As the doors opened there stood Sheryl and one of the other directors smiling. 

“We knew if we put you two in there something was bound to happen,” Sheryl said as she stepped inside and picked up Christy’s discarded panties with a pen, “care to explain this Christy?”

Christy just looked at Chad and smiled, how could she have forgotten her panties she wondered. “Well it got hot in there Sheryl,” was all she could think of as she grabbed Chad’s hand and lead him out of the building. Calling back over her shoulder to Sheryl, “We’ll see you tomorrow we’re taking the rest of the days off.” 

Thanks for reading and please take time to vote and send feedback. MV 



Trapped, And Enjoying It



It all started out innocently enough. I had arranged something special for, my wife, Barbara's forty-fifth birthday. Now I suspected that payback time might be near. 

I knew what Barb really wanted because she keeps a personal journal/diary. Normally she keeps it locked in her small safe (we both have offices with safes for our individual businesses and keep very private, or valuable, items in them). One day, recently, she had become very distracted and had to go out on an emergency call. She works as a freelance "computer geek" and has saved many small companies bundles of money.

Anyway, she had to go out to the HWM Corporation and do an emergency repair. They do much of their business on the Internet. If it weren't for the Internet they probably wouldn't operate in the black. As luck would have it a janitor had plugged the old vacuum cleaner into the outlet of the UPS supply for the server, not knowing that such outlets are not for general use. In this particularly badly designed UPS all of the spike filtering was on the input side of the UPS. The spikes from the dirty brushes in the vacuum's motor fried the server's power supply. Not only did it damage the server, it took out the backup server as well. (Putting the main and backup server on the same UPS is a bad idea. It's being penny wise and pound foolish.) They were dead in the water. Not only would she have to install new power supplies, she would have to run full diagnostics on both machines to make sure that they would operate properly. After all, the people at HWM Corp would not be pleased if someone purchased their entire inventory for a mere $1.98 due to faulty hardware or software. 

As she got ready to leave she told me not to wait up. She indicated that if she had not returned by breakfast that I should go ahead and eat without her. With that said she left to bail HWM Corp out of their emergency. After I was sure that she had left the driveway I locked the door and when to her study to turn the light out. It was then that I saw the journal sitting on her desk. I know that I shouldn't have snooped, but I am curious by nature. I started to read. What I read sort of shocked me and turned me on at the same time. Now, I should tell you that we are a conservative sort of family. We regularly attend our place of worship and try to abide with the rules of society and "the Good Book". Because of this I wasn't really ready for what I found out about her and what I found out about myself. 

What I read can be summarized like this. She is clear in the journal that she loves me deeply and has never cheated on me. This makes me happy because I love her and have never cheated on her either. What came next was a bombshell. She said that one of her deepest fantasy has been to be surrounded by a small group of men and women who were friends, willing, and preferably the women were to be bisexual. She dreamed of being "molested" and "taken" in an evening of continuous pleasure and orgasms, without giving her verbal consent. She records the fact that she will never act out on this fantasy because she doesn't want to hurt me. I could go into more detail, but this is the gist of what she wrote. She repeatedly states that she doesn't want me to even suspect that she is not fully sexually satisfied. She also doesn't want me to know that she would be open to having a bisexual ogre, within limits.

I put the journal back on her desk exactly as I had found it. I made sure that there was no evidence I had been in her office except to turn out the light. I then went to my office and sat there mulling over what, if anything, I could do to help her with her fantasy. In some ways it shocked me that I was interested in seeing such a thing come to pass. It also shocked me that the mere thought of what she wanted made me excited.

We, as a family, are relatively private individuals. We both run our own businesses from our home. Our areas of expertise are significantly different so we seldom engage in shop talk. I started to inventory people we knew and trusted. We only have two other families that we are exceptionally close to, not counting relatives. I have known the Browns and Hamiltons for many years. As a side point of interest Jan Brown is Barb's sister. I know that my brother and his wife are on the guardedly experimental side. Now don't get me wrong, they're not part of the wild party set, but they like to get together for weekend parties with some of their closest friends. On more than one occasion I have been over to their house and seen X rated videos on the shelf near their DVD player. I've never commented on this since they are, in all other ways, quite discrete about their interests. As it turns out the two families we are close to are also close to my brother and his wife. In fact they have been their weekend party guests for the last few years.

I picked up the phone and called my brother.

"Hi John, this is Hank. Can you talk in private right now or is there a better time for me to either get together with you or call back?"

"Right now is just fine, you sound serious. Just how private a talk is this going to be, Hank?"

"Well, I can only talk now because Barb is out on a field call at HWM Corp. She may not even be back tonight, so I'm relatively sure that she won't walk in on me."

"That sounds serious. You don't keep many secrets between the two of you, do you?"

"No John, and you are right it is touchy and serious. I need your promise that what we will talk about tonight cannot be shared unless I tell you that it is o.k. and I'll also tell you who you may share it with. Can you live with that?"

"Knowing you, Hank I will agree without knowing ahead of time what we are going to talk about. However, I want your assurances that if touchy subjects come up that you also will be silent unless I tell you that you can speak regarding whatever we discuss. Can you live with that?"

It seemed only fair to me, because I was going to do a bit of prying into my brother's private life.

"Yeah, John, I can live with that."

"O.k., Hank, what's on your mind?"

So I brought up the subject of seeing the X rated videos at his place after some of his weekend parties. I asked him if they only watched or if they turned their interests into action. There was a long pause.

"Hank, you really know how to put a guy in a bad spot. Are you sure you want answers to that question?"

"John, I couldn't be more serious. I desperately need that answer and will explain why if you answer in the way I hope you may answer."

"When we started out watching those videos a few years back we just watched them and joked about how contrived and stupid they were. However, a few months after we started it became obvious that we all wanted to do some experimenting. It started out by us watching the videos in the nude. Boy was that fun. After the girls saw how excited we became (after all an erection is a hard thing to hide when you are nude) we decided that we needed to play around a bit. We have progressed since then. Now, don't get me wrong, we aren't going behind each other's back cheating on each other. We keep all of our extra curricular activities within our very small group, and we have promised each other to keep it quiet and to keep it limited to this group only. There are too many reputations to damage if this leaks out."

"Thank you John, Let me ask a yes or no question. I will ask it in a way so that you can answer without directly breaking any confidences. Well you'll probably be bending them but not breaking them. Are you willing to answer such a question?"

"Since it's you Hank, I'll answer."

"John, would you be lying if you told me that the Browns and the Hamiltons were not fully involved with your parties?"

"Yes Hank, I would be lying. Now where is this going."

At that point I reminded him that the Browns and Hamiltons were our closest friends. Then I told him the gist of Barbara's journal entries. I added that I wanted to do something to help her fulfill her fantasies.

"Now I understand. Hank, you've sure gone far out on a limb for her, haven't you? If something can be arranged, can you live with the results?"

"I think I can. If I can't I'll just have to never comment on it. You know that I used to work for the government, you will never hear me talk about what I did for them. I know how to keep secrets."

"O.k. Hank, what do you have in mind?"

I then told him my plan.

The following day I told Barbara that we had been invited to my brother's house for a dinner party. I also told her that since it might be a late party we should bring robes and toiletries. She asked what the occasion was and I said that I thought it was possibly an early surprise birthday party. She wanted to know if it would only be the four of us and I told her that the Browns and Hamiltons would be there as well. She agreed to go. And that meant that I had to let John know so that the necessary equipment and toys would be available.

When we arrived we were met at the door by my brother's wife, Sue. She led us in and we were almost immediately ushered into the dining room for a wonderful meal.

After the main meal we were all sitting around the dining room table enjoying our dessert. My wife sensed that something wasn't completely normal. My wife is nobody's fool. She asked what was really going on. It became very quiet.

I broke the silence. "Barb, this is an early birthday present that is at the limits of anything you can imagine."

Barb broke in, "I don't know about that last part, I have a pretty good imagination."

"Barb, this is going to be a shock, so I need to set the stage. Unless I ask a question, please do not interrupt. This is important. Don't break into what is to be said. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

Do you remember the emergency work that you had to do for HWM Corp, a month or so ago?"

"Yes, what of it?"

"You left your journal on your desk and my curiosity got the better of me and I read it. I shouldn't have, but I did."

Barb's face suddenly became very red. Before she could speak I told her to just wait and hear what was cooking. I asked John to fill her in.

"Barb, for the last few years the Browns, the Hamiltons and we have gotten together for weekend parties here. Those party's involve watching some X rated videos. We watch them in the nude and then get involved in some heavy playing. You may have noticed that the house temperature has become very warm. Our thermostat has just kicked the temperature to 82 degrees F. That temperature is approximately the temperature that feels comfortable for a nude body. Hank has asked us to fulfill your fantasy tonight. You will not be judged, because this is sort of what we all do once a month. Only the people in this room know about what we do on those weekends. Only we are involved. We have all had at least one check for STDs but don't need to do any others because we only get involved with each other. You have remained totally faithful to Hank and he to you so you don't need to be checked. Only in the last few days have all of us been told what you would like to have done. We would consider it an honor to help you with your fantasy. To do that, the girls are going undress you after they have stripped. The guys will strip at the same time. The DVD player is already set up for the first movie. Your journal, Hank says, you wanted to be "molested" and "taken". We are going to be extremely gentle as we do exactly that!"

With that we all got up from the table and Jan Brown and Jen Hamilton quickly shed their clothes. They turned to Barb, who looked a bit like a dear caught in the headlights, and then they started to undress her. As this was going on we three fellows were peeling off our clothes.

I have to admit that I found it difficult to shed my clothes and became embarrassed because of the almost instant erection that "popped up" when I realized I was in the presence of three desireable women who were now nude.

Moments later we moved to the living room and my wife sat down between me and Jan Brown. The movie was started. The one that was picked involved several scenes with all sorts of action and it ended with a major orgie. During one of the scenes where two very pretty women were making out, Jan put an arm around Barb's shoulders and used her other hand to gently massage one of Barb's breasts. I was massaging her pubic mound at the same time. John came around behind Barb and started to play with her other breast and kiss her on the back of her neck. At the same time Bill Hamilton came over and started to kiss his way up the inside of her leg, starting at her ankle. As he was kissing his way up her leg my sister, Sue, was sucking on his cock. Barb was soon moaning and panting. As Bill got to the inside of her thigh I removed my hand and let him continue to kiss her all the way up to her pussy lips. Then he switched to licking her. It was obvious that Bill was an expert at eating a woman. As he started licking her Jan turned so that she could start sucking and licking one of Barb's breasts while Jan also played with the other one. It wasn't long before Barb reached the first of many intense orgasms that night. 

By the time we all headed to the super king sized bed in the master bed room we were all exhausted. Barb had a broad grin on her face. She slept with Sue, her sister, behind her holding her breasts and me with my head between her legs kissing her clit. 

The rest of the weekend went very well. We were all much more comfortable with each other by the end of the first night. It wasn't until we were close to leaving that I noticed that the four women were huddled together in the kitchen. There were significant giggles and some quick glances in my direction. When I asked John what was going on, he shrugged his shoulders and said that I shouldn't worry about it. That's exactly when I really started to worry. What was going on?

My birthday, which is only six weeks after Barb's, was fast approaching. My wife started to ask me what I wanted for my birthday and I quickly told her I would like to stay home and have a nice intimate dinner with her, and then go to bed. She thought about that for a moment and said, "fine, that's what we'll do!" The look on her face made me a bit anxious. I can tell when there are sub-currents of thought going on in her head. She starts to get a little bit of a smug "you don't know what I know" smile. I was wary about what the plans really were.

My birthday was on the following Friday night. Barb had made one of my favorite meals; Bratwurst, German potato salad, and saurkraut. It was delicious. What made it even better was the wonderful dark amber Yuengling lager beer. We finished our meal, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and Barb suggested that I take a nice hot bath so that I would be relaxed for a good night's sleep. The idea sounded good, and within a few minutes I showered and then filled the tub for a nice good soak. While I was showering Barb had put some of my favorite music on the stereo and hit the switch so that the bathroom sounded like a concert hall. (What I hadn't realized was that she had also bumped the thermostat up to 82 degrees F.) I was really relaxed. After a while, Barb stuck her head in the door and told me she was tired and would see me in bed. 

In another ten minutes I drained the water from the tub, dried off and plodded into the master bedroom. I noticed right away that my wife had the small t.v. on in our room. She motioned me over to the bed and turned on an X rated tape. This tape was a BDSM tape where a guy is captured by a group of horny women who tied him down and drove him wild. I was really getting into the movie when John and Sue along with the Browns and Hamiltons all came into the room. Not a stitch of clothing on any of them. They were not empty handed however. They had several lengths of soft nylon rope, some padded wrist and ankle straps, and an assortment of toys. It was only then that I realized that it was my turn!

With relatively rapid speed what happened seemed to be this: The women swarmed me one put my dick in her mouth, one kneeled over my head so that my mouth was at her pussy and one was on all fours dragging her wonderful boobs across my chest. I was having such an overwhelming good time that I didn't notice the cuffs on my wrists until my arms were already being pulled up and out so that they made me look like a capital Y. As I was moving against these bindings I felt my ankles pulled down and apart so that I now looked like a capital X laid out on my own bed. I was spread eagled! The girls were still working on me so I was enjoying what was going on. They got me so hot that one of them, Jan Brown lifted herself and placed my hardon at the opening of her vagina. She slowly wiggled down on it. While that was happening Jen Hamilton continued to keep her pussy lips at my mouth. My wife had moved so that her breasts were no longer brushing my chest since there was no longer enough room for her. It was several minutes before I knew what she was doing. 

The women suddenly moved aside. Joe Brown and Bill Hamilton got on either side of me and lifted my butt off the bed while John shoved three big pillows under it. It was a bit uncomfortable laying there with my butt up in the air and my head and feet down on the bed. Then the guys got off the bed. (As I found out later they spent their time pleasureing the girls who were busy working on me.)

My wife came over to the bed and kissed me deeply on the mouth while she ran her hands over my balls. It was wonderful. It was when she climbed up on the bed that I saw the strapon. The harness held a relatively thin five inch gel dildo in day glow orange. She had a tube of K-Y jelly with her. She said that she was going to be the first to screw my ass. It was the word "first" that got me to look around. Jan and Jen were putting the finishing touches on their strapons. Each of the strapons had an extension that went into their vaginas so that as they fucked me they in turn would be fucked. What got my attention though was that Jan's dildo looked to be about eight inches long and had to be at least an inch and a half in diameter. Jen's dildo had to be ten inches long and a good two inches in diameter. Jen came over and crawled onto the bed and started kissing me while dragging her tits across my chest. It was during this period that I felt Barb coating my inner thighs and ass with K-Y jelly. That felt pretty good, but started to feel strange when she put a latex gloved finger into my ass and started to play proctologist. After a short while it started to feel good. That changed when she switched to two and then three fingers. That was quite a stretch. At that moment Jen stopped kissing me and moved her breasts up so that they sort of lay at my face. As I moved my head back and forth I nuzzled one or the other. Then she moved one so that its nipple was in my mouth. It was wonderful. It was then that Barb started to screw my ass. It took a few moments to get used to the idea of what was happening. Fortunately it didn't take too long before Barb started to tire out from this intense exercise. She had really been going at it. She suddenly stopped pounding my ass, but Jen continued to let me suckle her nipple . Then I felt the sudden push as Jan shoved in her 8" dildo. At first it was uncomfortable but in time it also became not too bad. Jen moved her breast away from my face and she was replaced with my wife who started deeply kissing me. I'm not sure how long it was before Jan stopped thrusting into my ass. It was, however only a brief moment before Jen shoved the ten incher into me. Before I could react Sue had put my cock into her mouth and started to give me head. I cannot describe the feelings that I had at that instant. To say that I was in ecstasy would be an understatement. It was only later that I was informed that whichever gal was pounding my ass was being pleasured by Sue. Each of the other gals were getting the pleasure from either the other two guys cocks, hands, or tongues.




Trapped, And Enjoying It



I can't tell you how long this went on. When Jen stopped pounding me I felt that it must be over; boy was I wrong. Jan sat down between my legs and started to play with my balls. She teased them by softly pulling on them so that my scrotum was pulled out to its largest size. As she held it there Jan slipped Velcro watch band around the top part of my sack and snugly strapped it there, trapping my nuts so that they couldn't slip back up into me. The four girls now approached me. Two of them had vibrators and one a large vibrating dildo. One moved up so that I was all but smothered by one of her breasts. I could now see what their plan was. My wife started out by using the vibrator on the under side of my nut sack. Jan moved in between my legs, turned on the vibrating dildo and started to fuck my ass with it. Jen positioned herself and then started to use the vibrator on my dick. It didn't take long before I had shot my load in the most violent orgasm I have ever had. As the girls started to clean me up the guys released the bindings and set me free. I was more than happy to mostly sit out the rest of the fun that night. 

Over the next 36 hours each of the guys took turns as the one who was spread eagled on the bed. I will never forgiet that weekend.

When Monday rolled around my wife snuggled up to me and told me: "Dear, you have fulfilled my deepest fantasy and done it in a wonderfully gentle way. I love you more now than I ever have before."

Our marriage and our sex life have never been better.