0 comments/ 53171 views/ 2 favorites Desert Captive Ch. 1 By: Problem Child Sand, Saguaro cactus, and more sand. A long thin ribbon of asphalt. I'd been driving for a good ten hours and was somewhere in the Arizona desert, but goddamned if I knew exactly where. All I really cared about was getting back to California. I had driven to El Paso to deliver one of my champion cutting horses and now had another ten hours drive back to Los Angeles and then four more up the coast to my ranch. It was seven p.m. now and the sun looked like a red fiery ball setting on the horizon. I had to keep my speed below sixty with the added weight of the horse trailer, and that only served to increase the boredom. I searched for through the radio dial for something decent to listen to, but it seemed like all the radio stations out here broadcast nothing but evangelism, or mariachi music. There was even one station that seemed to be doing both at the same time. I hadn't seen anything but jackrabbits and roadrunners for about two hours when I thought I heard a low hum coming from the front right tire of my truck. I turned down the radio to listen. !BOOM! The tire exploded, causing the truck to swerve wildly back and forth across the blacktop. I struggled to keep the truck on the pavement as I slowed it down. I was nearing a sharp curve needed to get it under control quickly or I was going to be in big trouble. The guardrail was coming at me fast, and I tried to steer clear, but it wasn't to be. I had slowed to about thirty-five when the truck collided and the extra weight of the trailer helped to fold over the guardrail like a soft taco. Suddenly I was airborne and instinctively tightened my body against the massive impact I knew was coming. The truck bounced hard on the dry desert sand and then slammed into the far bank of the dry creekbed. Everything went dark... ...The desert landscape was lit brightly by a full moon as I became conscious again, but it took a good ten minutes to for my eyes to focus and realize it. There was no sound except crickets and frogs, save for the occasional coyote howling. I leaned back and felt my head pounding, and smelled the sickly aromatic mixture of gasoline, smoke, and blood. I carefully tested all my extremities and everything seemed to work. Thank God I had been wearing my seat belt for once. I felt my head and it seemed ok except for a gash across the bridge of my nose and a knot on the side of my head. I looked in the rear view mirror. The gash wasn't too bad, but the bump on the head felt big. I looked to my left and noticed that the driver's side window was shattered. The hood of the truck was crumpled up, and steam was hissing from the radiator. It was painfully obvious that I wasn't going to be driving this mess anywhere. I sat back and made sure that I had no more injuries and then undid my seatbelt. I took a moment to mentally prepared myself for what might turn out to be a long journey. I gathered up a jacket and made sure I had my wallet and pocketknife on me. There really wasn't anything else worth carrying, except for a container of bottled water. I was glad that at least it was nighttime and fairly cool. My head was pounding and I remembered the bottle of aspirin in the glove box. I opened the compartment and grabbed the aspirin, along with a pack of matches I spied. I swallowed four or five aspirin and washed them down with the water. I left a note on the truck and started walking west. The two-lane asphalt road reflected the luminous moonlight. I walked along the shoulder and tried to think about something besides my aching head. The crickets and frogs seemed to keep a tempo with one another, and hummed endlessly. Occasionally a jackrabbit would burst from the brush, startling me and causing the chirping to cease, but the noises would always resume after only a few more steps. I had been walking for thirty or forty minutes and wondering when I would see another car, when I spotted headlights coming toward me from the west. I stopped and waited for the car to draw near. As it did, I stuck out my thumb and waived as non-threateningly as I could. The minivan blasted past me at about eighty and I turned around, expecting to see taillights. There were none. I watched it disappear into the night. "Assholes." I walked another half-mile and another car approached, blew past, and vanished. "Fucking assholes." As I had expected, it was turning into a long night. I walked on for another hour or so, and four more cars passed me in the night, all of them either too inconsiderate or possibly too frightened of being attacked or robbed to bother to stop and see if I needed help. I was getting sleepy and starting to think about lying down in the desert when another set of headlights appeared. I stuck out my thumb again but kept walking, expecting them to keep on going like the others. As they passed, I heard the motor home slow, and then turn around on the shoulder. I turned and started walking toward it, relieved that someone had finally shown enough humanity to stop and see if I needed some help. The Pickup Headlights blinded me as I approached the motor home. It was a large one- about twenty-five feet long, the kind wealthy retired senior citizens tour the country in during two-month-long retirement vacations. I walked up to the passenger side window as it rolled to a stop. "Howdy stranger. You're sure a long way from nowhere. What happened to you?" said the stunning blonde from the passenger's seat. I looked at her for a second, and glanced at the driver- a second, less-striking woman with short black hair. "Thanks for stopping. I wrecked my truck about seven or eight miles back there. Can you give me a ride to wherever the next town is?" The blonde turned to the driver and asked "What do you think Pam, is he a keeper?" "Let's take him. We can always toss him back if we aren't satisfied with him," Pam said. It sounded like a joke, but Pam didn't smile when she said it. I sensed she was on edge for some reason. I didn't like the way she said it, but I was getting a little desperate, and decided to accept the ride. "Besides, what harm could these two women be," I thought to myself. "Hop in stranger. Is you're nose allright? It looks painful," said blondie. "Thanks. Oh...uh, no, it's ok. It stopped bleeding before I woke up from the wreck. The knot on the side of my head still smarts though." I settled into the captain's seat behind blondie as Pam pulled back onto the road. I was already a bit suspicious of Pam, and wanted to keep my I eye on her as she drove. Besides, I had decided that I'd rather talk to blondie. Her chair swiveled around to face me. "Thanks again for stopping. I'm Mark." Blondie extended her hand "I'm Kim." As she leaned forward to take my hand I couldn't help but stare at her full breasts pushing up out of her tight blouse. I broke my gaze on her chest and focused on her piercing green eyes. They had that half-closed sultry look of a woman who literally oozes sex from every pore. She wore denim cutoffs that were tight against her pussy, and her legs were long and tanned. She seemed tall, and I guessed her to be 5'10" or more, even though she was sitting. Her hair was very blond, but it didn't seem bleached. It fell softly around her shoulders and framed her tanned face and green eyes beautifully. "Where are you ladies headed?" "West," Kim said. "We're on vacation, just traveling across the country." I noticed she had a tinge of a southern accent. Very sexy. "That's nice," I said. "Where are you from?" "Oh, just down around Brownsville, Tex..." she didn't finish. Pam suddenly interrupted her. "Shut up, Kim! Just be quiet. He doesn't need to know any fucking details about us," she said commanding tone. "Ok, Pam. I'm sorry." Pam's outburst confused me. I felt a little sorry for Kim; she was definitely the submissive one in this pair, and I wondered what was so wrong with her telling me where they had come from. "Listen ladies; I don't know what the personal dynamic between you two is, but all I need is a ride to the first gas station or anyplace with a phone. Drop me there, and I'll be out of your life, OK? I smiled at Kim, trying to convey to here that I was empathetic to whatever unfortunate position she was in with this other woman. She smiled back and mouthed the words "It's OK," to me. I leaned forward and gave her knee a soft squeeze. I looked over her shoulder and saw Pam watching us in the rearview mirror. Just as I was beginning to relax at the sight of Kim's smile, the brakes of the RV slammed on and sent me flying towards her. I caught the armrest of the captain's chair just in time to keep me from hitting her like a linebacker. "Jesus Christ, why the fuck did you do that lady?" I said, as soon as I had untangled myself from Kim. Pam pulled to the shoulder and put the transmission into park. She reached into the glovebox and withdrew a large revolver and pointed it at the bloodied bridge of my nose. I felt my stomach turn over as I looked down the barrel at her emotionless gray eyes. They seemed full of rage, and I was bewildered at why it would be directed at me. "Here's the story fuckwad. You are coming with us. That's all you need to know right now. If you try to resist, I will shoot your ass dead. I've done it before; if you don't believe me, ask your new girlfriend there," Pam said coldly. I glanced at Kim in stunned amazement for some kind of explanation. I very quickly believed what Pam was telling me. To verify the veracity of Pam's threats, I saw Kim nod in the affirmative, very slightly. She had a scared look on her face. Not of Pam, but of what Pam was capable of doing. "Get the duct tape, Kim," said Pam. My mind was spinning, trying to conjure up a way to get out of this rapidly deteriorating situation. I was tempted to make a grab for the gun, but Pam looked as deadly as a viper with that thing in her hand. I reaffirmed in my mind that what she had said earlier was definitely the truth. She would ventilate my ass with that magnum if I made any move at all. "Look, I don't know what kind of trouble you two are in, but I promise you, if you let me out of here right now, no one will ever know this happened. Fuck, it took me two hours of walking before you guys picked me up. By the time someone else comes along you two will be to the California border. Please, you don't really want to do this do you? Kim, talk to her," I said. I waited and hoped Pam would listen to her. "Tape him up. Just like you did to the others, Kim." "Pam, please-" "Tape him. Now, God damn it!" she commanded. Kim leaned over me as she bound my wrists with the hopelessly strong tape. No fucking way I was busting out of this shit. Her skin smelled sweet, like oranges, a very faint scent. Her soft hair brushed my face as she carried out her task. "It'll be alright. I won't let her hurt you," she whispered, her face almost touching mine. Pam hadn't heard the exchange. I felt a little hope; at least I had an ally. Kim was the weaker of the two, psychologically, but at least having her on my side was better than having both of them hostile toward me. I hoped that somehow Kim leverage with Pam. Were they lovers? I couldn't tell. Right now, it would be to my advantage if there were an emotional bond between them. Then it hit me; was Pam jealous? Oh, fuck, that can't be what this was all about, can it? Jesus, this was too bizarre! Pam got up from the driver's seat and moved to where Kim had been sitting. She wasn't drop-dead beautiful like Kim was, but she was an attractive woman. Her hair was short and jet black, shiny and cropped at about mid-neck length. I judged her to be a bout 5'5", and one thing she did have was a hard body. She reminded me of a gymnast, but with more curves. Her ass was rounded and muscular, and her smallish tits looked hard as they pressed against her blue tanktop. She didn't wear a bra, and the nipples were clearly outlined. But those eyes- the color was a deep grey that was very beautiful actually; like none I'd ever seen. Beautiful, that is, except for the undertone of malevolence they flashed at me. She sat across from me in the captain's chair with the gun still pointed at me. "Kim! Get your ass in the driver's seat. Find the next dirt road and take us into the desert. And check to make sure there aren't any fucking houses around." Kim obeyed, and we were moving again. Pam and I just sat staring at each other, as Kim drove on. Pam was in control of the situation, and at the moment I couldn't see a way of changing that. She seemed to want me for something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. She hadn't taken any of my money or credit cards, and I finally reassured myself that if she were just a whacko killer she would have done me already. On the other hand, maybe she was going to kill me after.... after what? What could I possibly have that she wanted? Kim slowed the RV and turned onto the dirt road. The motor home swayed as we drove down the rutted, bumpy road. I looked out the windows hoping I would see a house, but there was nothing out there but sand and stars. She drove on for what seemed like forty or more minutes, and I became more tense as we went farther and farther into the desert. "Good place to get rid of a body," I thought morbidly. "Here Kim. Drive off the road a little and stop." Pam seemed a little calmer now. Kim stopped the motor home and turned off the headlights. "Pam, please. What are you going to do to me?" I had always thought of myself as relatively fearless, but I was truly terrified now at the idea of the plans she might have for in store for me. "You'll see sugar," Pam said. She smiled a wicked evil grin as she said it, then rose from the chair. She took Kim's hand and gently pulled her up until they were standing face to face. "Are you ok, baby?" Pam asked Kim sweetly, suddenly very concerned about her partner. She pulled Kim to her and they embraced tightly, while still keeping an eye on me. Kim closed her eyes and put her forehead on Pam's shoulder and stayed still for a moment. They whispered out of the range of my hearing and then Kim smiled and seemed relieved. Had I gotten a reprieve? They kissed, deeply, and for a long time. Pam broke from Kim and stepped closer to me. "You're gonna give me what I've been needing, Hotshot. Let's see what you've got goin' on." She began undoing my belt. "Jesus Christ," I thought, finally clueing in. "She's going to rape me. That's what this is all about." With my new understanding of the situation I sensed a possible opening. "Hey, Pam, this isn't necessary, I'll do anything you want. Why didn't you tell me this was what you wanted? We could have been at it an hour ago. How about undoing my hands, and we can get started?" I didn't really relish the thought of having sex with this insane bitch who had spent the last hour scaring the shit out of me, but I was ready to do just about anything to get her to put away that cannon. "You still don't understand. I'm in charge here." She put the gun to my temple and cocked it for added emphasis. "Ok, Ok. Just put the gun away. I'll do whatever you want." She undid my fly and pulled my pants down around my ankles. She put her hand in my briefs and grasped my cock, gently at first, and then gave it a hard squeeze as she stared into my eyes. I winced a little. "Does that hurt, big boy?" "No." She massaged my cock and balls for a minute, and then stripped them off. I sat there in a T-shirt and workboots with my hands bound and my knees spread wide for them. They inspected my equipment with the seasoned air of two experienced livestock judges. "Not bad, Jack," said Pam approvingly. "You'll do. Nicely." Kim stood behind her with a mischievous grin on her face staring at my soft cock. For the first time in the last hour and a half I felt like I might actually make it out of there alive. To Be Continued... Desert Captive Ch. 2 I felt like an animal on display at the zoo as I sat on the bench seat of the motor home, naked from the waist down except for my workboots. The two women stood in front of me eyeing my naked cock like a couple of lionesses stalking an antelope on the savanna. Pam set the gun down and approached me. She stood in front of me and started unbuttoning her shorts. She pushed them off of her strong hips and let them drop. She had on a black g-string that accentuated her toned legs and ass. She put her hands on my shoulders, and straddled my lap with her knees on the seat. Kim took a seat behind her in the captain's chair, smiling at the scene unfolding before her. Without a word, Pam grabbed my hair and jerked my head backward. She lowered her face to mine and kissed me, softly at first. I was beginning to think her attitude had eased, when she bit my lower lip hard and held on. I felt her teeth break the skin in one or two small places, and tears welled up in my eyes. I struggled to break free, but that only made her clamp down tighter. I decided to relax. Struggling against this psychotic was going to get me nowhere. Out of the corner of my watery eye I noticed Kim taking it all in. She seemed entranced at what she was seeing, and made no move to interfere. After I had stopped struggling for a few seconds Pam released her bite, and I sucked on my lip, trying to ease the pain. "Why...." She slapped me hard across the face before I could finish the sentence. Kim still had that barely perceptible smile on her face. "Don't speak," Pam ordered. I reminded myself that she was crazy, and the only way to get out of this with no extra holes was to just do exactly as she said. Pam stood up on the seat, her pussy just inches from my face. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, as if imagining some erotic scene in her mind. I had the feeling I was a lead actor in that scene. She put her hands on her hips and slid them slowly up her sides and over her flat belly. They moved up to her breasts and paused there, her fingertips circling and squeezing her nipples, which were visibly swollen through her tank top. A soft moan escaped her lips as she pinched her engorged nipple, the other hand going to her mouth and slipping a finger in, sucking softly on it. Like Kim, I was hypnotized by Pam's actions. One minute she was a psychopath, the next she was soft and sensuous, erotic. She opened her eyes, and stared down at me. Her hands went to the waistband of her panties and she slowly stripped them off. Her pussy was plump and tender, and her jet-black pubic hair looked soft and shiny. I could see beads of moisture seeping from her cunt, wet with arousal. She took my head between her hands and pushed her mound against my mouth. "Eat my pussy, dog." She didn't have to tell me twice. Not because I wanted to make her happy, but because I feared making her angry again. I parted my lips and brushed them against her swollen labia. My lip was tender where she had drawn blood, and I could feel it starting to swell up. I licked my tongue tentatively up and down her slit. The strong aroma of her pussy filled my nostrils. "Harder! Lick my clit!" I obeyed, separating her lips with my tongue. I swirled the tip of my tongue in her folds until I found her erect clit. I pushed the hood up until my tongue made contact with her bead. Shudder surged through her tight body. "Fuck! That's it, keep going," she gasped. It was the first sign of vulnerability she had shown- a slight loss of control. "God...oh God right there, suck it into your mouth!" Her legs began to tremble, and she tightened her grip on my head, mashing my face into her cunt. I licked and sucked her as if my life depended on it. As I thought about it, I realized it actually did. Aaaaah, oh fuck, don't stop, don't fucking stop," she panted. She let out a long groan as the climax racked her body. Her juices flooded my mouth, and practically dripped from my chin. Her body collapsed and she straddled me, face to face and laid her head on my shoulder, still shuddering. For an instant I felt tenderness toward her, and might have put my arms around her if it hadn't been for the duct tape constraining them. Gradually, her breathing slowed and she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. They seemed softer now, more human. Slowly, her lips curved into a smile. "Kim. I think we chose the right one." Kim rose and stepped to us, putting her arms around us both, and kissing Pam on the cheek. "I'm so happy for you baby," Kim said to Pam. She sat next to us on the couch. "See Mark, if you just do as she says, she won't hurt you. Obey her, and only good things will happen, right Pammy?" Pam answered her by kissing her hard on the mouth, in inch in front of my face. Pam looked at me; "we'll see." Grudgingly, I admitted to myself that I was beginning to feel some compassion towards my captors. I allowed myself to believe it for Kim, but I had to swallow hard in order to feel anything besides fear and hatred for Pam. Still, maybe I was starting to understand her, and that would help me get out of here. She was after one thing at the moment- sex. No matter how much I still despised her, fucking her was my ticket to freedom. Pam climbed off of me, and went to the refrigerator. "Want a beer, sweetness?" I didn't have to ask whether she was talking to Kim or me. "Yes, baby. Can Mark have one, too?" "Not yet. Just cuz' he made me cum one time doesn't entitle him to any privileges. He'll have to earn them," she said with the tone of a teacher lecturing a student. "See Mark, it's not so bad. You can have anything you want, as long as keep us happy." The word 'us' was not lost on me. Pam handed the beer to Kim, and she took a long drink from the bottle. Kim was really under Pam's spell. I wondered what they had been through together to make her so obedient. It had to be a strong psychological hold that Pam had on her. If Kim didn't want to be with Pam, she sure didn't have to be. Although Kim wasn't quite as hard as Pam physically, she was definitely in shape and stood an easy five inches taller and twenty or thirty pounds heavier. If she ever got pissed off enough, she could easily knock the shit out of Pam in a fight. She reminded me of one of those pro volleyball players I had watched when I went to an occasional match at Pismo Beach- tall, tanned and blond. The only thing they didn't have that she did was a great pair of tits. I found myself staring at them when I noticed her hand sliding over my thigh toward my cock. I looked up at her, and her soft blue eyes made me melt. I had thought that although she was protecting me, maybe she wasn't interested in me sexually. I forgot about Pam's harshness, and welcomed the thought of pleasing her lovely companion. Unlike the last bit of "work" I was required to do, this was going to be nice. Very nice... I felt the blood start pumping into my cock, causing it to stiffen and rise under Kim's soft hand. She stroked the shaft softly, her hand just brushing the skin of my erection. Her thumb and forefinger formed a ring and squeezed gently, just under the rim of the head, causing a drop of clear fluid to grow and drip down over her fingers. She brought her hand to her mouth, and licked the precum from it. She brought her lips close to my ear, "Do you want to fuck me?" "You know I do," I whispered back. I glanced at Pam, seated across from us, and Kim turned to look at her as well. "Go ahead, fuck him?" she grinned that wicked evil grin again as she gave her permission. "May I untie him, Pam?" "Not yet. He has a lot of work to do before we can allow that." "Can I take him back to the bedroom?" "Sure, go ahead." Kim's mouth turned down in an exaggerated frown, and then to a big smile as she turned her attention back to me. She put her fingers to my sore lip, and kissed me on the cheek. "Let's go lover." She started to rise. "Ask her if I can have some water," I whispered. Kim relayed the request. "Go ahead, give him a drink. We want to maintain his precious bodily fluids now, don't we?" Kim stood and helped me up from the couch. We stopped in the kitchen, and she filled a glass and lifted it to my lips. I swallowed the water down quickly. "More?" she asked. "No thanks," I said in a low voice. Although Pam had calmed down considerably since hear orgasm, I still didn't want to irritate her by talking unnecessarily. Kim put the glass on the counter and led me to the back of the motor home. It was the first chance I'd had to really look around. The fucking thing was huge, more like a rolling apartment than a recreational vehicle. It had a full kitchen, a master bedroom with a bath as well as a smaller bedroom, and a very nice full bathroom with a tub. I noticed some pictures, of an older man and woman, and wondered who they were. Friends, or relatives of these two? But people don't usually display photos like that in an RV, do they? I wondered about it for a few seconds, then my mind quickly went on to other things as we walked to the back We entered the bedroom and Kim sat me down on the king-sized bed. I felt a bit of relief to finally be away from Pam for a minute, and allowed myself to relax. Kim stood in front of me, and began to undress. Now that we were alone I was going to find out what this whole nightmare was about. "Kim, can I ask you something?" "Yes darlin', of course you can," she said, sitting next to me on the bed. "Why are you, uh, I mean Pam....why is she doing this to me? Why did she kidnap me? I mean, I'm a normal male; if she had asked I would have made love to both of you for as long as you wanted. I mean look, you're both attractive." I paused. "Well, actually she's attractive; you're gorgeous." I gave her a soft kiss. She sighed contentedly and blushed. "Oh Mark...you're embarrassing me. Thank you; you're not bad yourself stud." She placed her hand on my cock and squeezed it softly as she kissed me back. I was so fucking ready to make love to her, but I wanted some answers first. "Kim, answer me. Why is she doing this?" Kim placed a finger on my lips, signifying me to be quiet. She got up from the bed and padded softly to the door and peeked around the jamb, and then returned to my side. "Ok, here's the story. I can't tell you all of it, but I'll let you in on the basics." I listened intently, momentarily forgetting about why we had come to the bedroom in the first place. "Pam and I have been friends for about eight years," she whispered. "Lovers?" "Well, not exactly." "What do you mean?" "No, not until recently, about a year ago. Oh God, the rest is so hard for me to explain." "It's ok, take your time." "Ok, like I said we have been best friends for a long time. Pam used to be married to a very abusive man. He verbally abused her, and beat her. He drank, and every time he did, he would beat the shit out of her for no reason." She paused for a long moment. "Go on, sweetie, I'm listening." Tears welled up in her eyes. "She couldn't take it anymore. One night he was beating her mercilessly, drunk out of his mind. He kept telling her knew she was fucking other men, and he'd had enough- he was going to kill her. He went into the bathroom and came out with a straight razor. As soon as she saw it, she ran to the bedroom and got his gun. He kept coming at her and she...she killed him." Her tears finally spilled down her cheeks, and she sobbed quietly, resting her head on my shoulder. That explained a lot of things. Pam obviously had a good reason to hate men, and I was a man, right here and handy in the middle of nowhere. I really liked Kim, but my goal was still to get out of here eventually. As with Pam before, I sensed she was vulnerable. Now was my chance. "Kim, can you cut this tape off of my wrists? Our lovemaking would be so much better if I could use my hands. You still do want to make love, don't you?" I asked softly. She raised her head and wiped her tears from her eyes. "I don't know Mark, Pam might get pretty mad." I pressed her to do it. "I think it will be ok sweetie. She seems to have calmed down now." She smiled and walked into the bathroom, and returned with a pair of scissors. "I'm going to cut the tape off, but you have to promise me something, ok?" "What?" "I like you, and even though Pam acts pretty...well...crazy sometimes, but she isn't going to hurt you, especially if I ask her not to. But she is still my closest friend, and if you try to run or hurt her I'll scream, and then she might react...badly. You have to promise me you won't do that, ok? If you behave, I promise I'll talk her into letting you go soon." It sounded like the best deal I could get. The motor home was big enough that if I made a break for it, she would scream and wake up Pam before I could get to the gun. Besides, even if I made it to the door, the desert was wide open, and last time I checked I hadn't acquired the ability to outrun a bullet. "Ok Kim, I promise." She smiled and started cutting the tape off my wrists. I rubbed them to get the circulation back into my hands. "Now, finish telling me why she kidnapped me like this." She didn't answer. Instead, she stood and pulled off her top. Her superb tits were supported in a sheer emerald colored bra. She had large dark nipples that I could see through the gossamer fabric. "I've told you all I can for right now baby. Besides, would you rather talk about ancient history, or experiment with human sexuality?" She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it slip off and fall to the floor. Her breasts were as tanned as the rest of her body, and firm. Not hard like implants, just beautifully large and firm. The underslopes were full without any sag, and her nipples were tilted slightly upward. They were very erect, and every tiny bump on her areola stood out with arousal. She stepped to me, and pulled my face to her exquisite cleavage, smothering me in it, and running her fingers through my hair. "What do you think?" she whispered. I had a hard time getting the words out. "Lie down," was all I could manage. I took my shirt and boots off as she did it, and crawled next to her. Our bodies entwined, and I pressed my swollen cock against her hip. I cupped her mound with my hand, and massaged her for a minute, letting the heat from her pussy warm my hand. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties, and ran my middle finger along the length if her slit, causing her to sigh, and nuzzle my neck. Her pussy lips separated, and my finger slipped inside. "Unhhh...oh that's it. Go deeper," she pleaded. I slipped another finger in her tight cunt, and I could feel her hips rocking back and forth against my hand. "Fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum." I wanted to make her come, but not with my hand. Keeping my fingers deep inside her, I kissed my way down to her garden. I kissed and nibbled her inner thighs and bare pussy lips before spreading them wide, exposing her hard clit in its hood. "Yes baby, suck my clit. That drives me crazy." The small patch of hair above her pussy tickled my nose as I went down on her. Her juices tasted clean and tart in my mouth. I licked her pussy in long, slow, broad strokes, stopping at her pearl to tease it before moving back down. My fingers were curled up inside, pressing her g-spot. I sighted down her tummy and savored the view of her luscious tits pressed together between her tight arms as the pushed my head down into her muff. Her moans and soft sighs of pleasure were my reward, and they increased in frequency and intensity to match the movements of my tongue. "I'm getting close babe. I want you inside me when I cum." She tasted so sweet I played with her and pretended I hadn't heard. "I need to feel your hard cock inside me," she pleaded. "Fuck me now, please baby." I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed my hard rod against her pussy. Her tender lips separated for my big cockhead, and I kneaded her clit with my thumb as the head slid in and out of her opening. 'How bad do you want it?" I reached forward and gave her nipple a hard twist. "Mmmm, sooo bad honey. I want you to ram it all the way in me," the pain of her nipple combined with the velvety feeling of my cock between her lips caused her to moan it as much as say it. I eased it in, and watched the reaction on her face. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms out to her sides, grabbing handfuls of comforter and causing her perfect tits to swell. My cock hit home, and she wrapped her long silky legs around me and held on for the ride. We fucked hard, changing positions and learning each other's bodies. After an hour or more, she had come twice, and we were both covered in perspiration. I was behind her, with my hands on her small waist. Her legs were together, gripping my mast like a vice. Every time she rocked back against me it felt like my thick cock was being dipped in a jar of warm, thick honey. I penetrated her hard, my nuts slapping the back of her thighs and sweat dripping from me onto her heart-shaped ass with my exertion. I could feel the fullness in my balls as I prepared to fill her pussy with hot cream. My legs started to tremble, and my strokes went from even and deep to erratic as the orgasm took control of my body. The switch in my brain finally tripped and I thrust deep inside her and held her impaled on my staff. I waited those glorious fleeting milliseconds between the point where a man reaches the crest of the mountain, and when the indescribable feeling of shooting your load takes over. Then the pleasure washes over the top of your brain and down your spine, electricity coursing through every part of your body. It was the ultimate endorphin high. "Cum for me baby, fill me up," I heard Kim say, as the thickhot sperm ejected from me into her waiting box. Her ass was arched high in the air and her head pressed into a pillow as she started coming, even before I had emptied my final stream into her. She moaned with ecstasy, her voice guttural and low as she worked her clit with her fingers. I leaned forward and wrapped my strong arms around her waist to stay inside her as her body convulsed. I could feel the spasms of her climax as her pussy tightened and released my pole. Soon she had relaxed, spent from coming so intensely. We lay down together on our sides, my cock still inside her. I kissed her cheek and brushed her damp golden hair away from her face. "God...that was fantastic. No man has made me feel like that for so long. Thank you baby," she said. She reached back and draped my arm over her breasts and closed her eyes, exhausted. "My pleasure," I whispered. I closed my eyes, and snuggled closer to her. All thoughts of a getaway from this rolling prison were momentarily forgotten. We were both quickly asleep, each dreaming our own versions of how our next encounter would be. **** "What the FUCK is he doing untied?" Kim and I were startled awake and looked toward the doorway. We turned together and saw Pam in the doorway, the gun cocked and hanging at her side. To Be Continued... Desert Captive Ch. 3 "Oh, shit," I thought. "What is she gonna do now?" I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up. "Kim, why did you untie him?" Pam yelled, furious with her. I began to speak, but Kim cut me off, "Pam, it's ok baby, he's not going to go anywhere." She stepped off the bed and stood in front of Pam, speaking in a low voice, "Sweetie, I wanted him untied...so we could make love." Pam stared at her for a moment and then looked at me. "Well did he? Did he fuck you good baby?" A smile slowly formed on her lips, and then she pulled Kim close and kissed her softly. She draped her arm around Kim's back, the gun hanging next to Kim's ass. Pam broke the kiss and handed the gun to her and then looked at me, motioning for me to rise. "Come here boy," she said. I rose off the bed and stood in front of her. "Did you have a good rest after you fucked my girl's sweet pussy?" "Yes." "Good, because I've got a job for you. Come with me." I followed Pam as she turned and walked toward the bathroom. I couldn't help staring at her tight bottom as it moved in front of me. I fought the impulse to think of having my cock buried in her, but couldn't. My cock was half hard by the time we reached the bathroom. I stood in the doorway as Pam she stripped out of her thong and tank top. Her tits were gorgeous- high and firm. She moved her hands over them as she looked at me, playing absentmindedly with her hardening nipples. I just stood there, drinking in her erotic beauty. She looked over her shoulder to the vanity counter, and pushed some of the things sitting there to the side, clearing a spot on the counter. She put both hands on the edge of the counter and the raised her bottom, sitting on the counter. "I want you to shave me," she said, rather matter-of-factly. She extended her arm toward me, offering the can of shaving cream. I took it from her and shook it. She spread her legs and I could see the pink outline of her pussy lips through her wispy black pubic hair. My cock was nearing fully erect at the thought of feeling her bare pussy. I squirted a large dollop of cream into my hand and stepped between her parted thighs. "Be careful." I didn't answer. I reached between her legs and began to massage the shaving cream into her pussy hair. I looked up and saw that she was looking not at my hand, but at my face, studying it. I felt her heat on my hand. I turned to the sink to wash the excess shaving cream off, and my hard cock pressed against the inside of her thigh. She didn't move. I found the disposable razor on the countertop, and bent forward to begin shaving her. "You're going to have to scoot forward," I said. She did, and spread her legs wide to allow me access. I felt my hand trembling a bit, but hoped she wouldn't see it. I flattened my fingers over her pussy to tighten the skin between it and her thigh, and began shaving carefully. "I want a little muff over my clit," she ordered. The razor guided smoothly over the area around her pink lips, removing soft hair. I stopped every so often to clean the shaved areas, and then apply more cream to her skin. Tenderly, I stroked closer and closer to her slit. Soon, her lips were bare and she had an inch wide stripe of hair starting just above her clit. I stood back and admired at her gorgeous naked pussy, imagining what my cock would feel as it parted those tender lips. I took warm water in my hand and washed her pussy with it, and felt a small shudder go through her. "Unnnhhh...God, that feels good..." she moaned. I let my fingers linger at her lips, playing there gently. Her soft moans grew in their sensuality. I slipped a fingertip inside her, and waited for her reaction. "Yes, keep going baby." I pushed my finger deep inside her, curling it toward her G-spot. Her hand gripped my sinewy arm and her hips bucked toward me as I penetrated her. She leaned for ward and wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock, squeezing a clear drop from the head as her fingers milked me. "Put your cock inside me...fuck my bare pussy." I wrapped my hands around her tight bottom and pulled her to the very edge of the counter. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, hugging me. I guided my swollen member toward her pussy, which was dripping with excitement. I pushed my erection against her smooth lips and watched as the blunt head forced its way into her. "Oh...all the way in...fuck me hard," she whispered hoarsely. Her pussy was fantastically snug, and gripped my invading cock like a vise. I tightened the muscles of my ass and thighs and pushed into her until my balls pressed her ass. She hugged me tightly and let loose a low moan in my ear as I stuffed myself into her cunt again and then slowly withdrew, only to reverse my direction and fill her over and over. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I continued to pound her at an ever-faster pace. I felt her back arch as she screamed and her pussy muscles tighten around me as she came, drenching my cock with her lubrication. My motion slowed as she collapsed into my chest, her body still vibrating and squirming. My cock was trembling from the tightness and heat of her pussy, but I wasn't ready to cum just yet. I pulled out of her and placed my hands under her bottom, lifting her gently off the vanity. Her mouth lifted to mine and we kissed hungrily, passionately. My throbbing cock was trapped between her flat belly and mine, slippery with her juices. "Let's take a shower," she whispered. I leaned into the shower and turned the shower knobs. As I was letting the water run over my hands to test the temperature, I felt her hands on my back, pushing me into the stall. The warm water washed over us, lubricating our skin as we pressed together. "Wash me," she said as she turned her back to me. I took the bar of soap from its holder and rubbed it between my hands, working up a good lather. Tentatively, I reached around and began soaping her belly in slow circles. I sensed her body beginning to relax, and she leaned back against me, resting her head on my shoulder. The circles got gradually bigger until my hands were soaping the underside of her breasts with one hand and her smooth pussy with the other. A soft moan escaped her lips and she pressed her bottom into my cock and wiggled it as my finger slipped into her cunt and my thumb massaged her clit. I kissed her neck, and she turned to meet my lips with hers. "Fuck me again." She leaned forward, grasping the bar on the shower wall, and spreading her feet for me. I placed one hand on her hip and placed my other on her baby-bare mound, separating her pussy lips for my entrance. "Do it...ram your cock into me," she panted over the sound of the water bathing us. I pushed inside her again and began pounding her mercilessly, pulling her hips to me with each thrust. She rocked back on my cock, matching my frenzied rhythm. I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her dark wet hair, and pulled her head back. Her ass and the back of her thighs were slippery from the soapsuds as I slapped against her. That's it, baby...take me hard...fuck my little cunt..." My legs were hard and bent at the knee, and her ass lifted up with my every thrust. I was lost in the feeling of her pussy suctioning my cock, and feeling like I was about to cum, when I felt hands on my backside. I turned and saw Kim's lovely naked body step into the shower. "Can I join you two?" Kim whispered, close to my ear as she put her hand between Pam and I and massaged my wet, soapy balls. "Of course baby," I said, slowing my rhythm into Pam. Kim knelt in front of Pam and began licking her swollen clit as I moved in and out of her swollen pussy. Pam's moans instantly became loader, and another orgasm racked her body, squeezing my cock inside her as she came. "Are you ready to cum?" Kim asked me, giving my balls a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, really ready," I gasped. Pam pulled off of my cock and then joined Kim, the two of them kneeling in front of me as the water massaged us. Each girl's breasts and hard nipples pressed against my thighs as they both lapped at my hungry cock. The feeling of both their hands wandering over my ass and legs was almost more than I could take. Kim's fingers squeezed the base and milked it as her lips teased the head. Pam slipped under Kim and began tonguing my balls. I could feel my climax rising and Kim sensed it too. She pulled her mouth away just as my body convulsed and the first heavy rope of semen flew into her mouth and across her cheek. I leaned back against the wall of the shower and thrust my hips forward with every pulse that left my cock. My cum splashed on to her tongue and then dripped thickly down her chin and onto her breasts and nipples, eventually being washed away by the warm spray of the shower. Pam cleaned my cock with her soft mouth and then kissed Kim deeply, sharing my cum with her. The two women held each other passionately for a long time as I watched them, entranced. I got down on the floor with them, the three of our naked bodies folding into one... **** I awoke between the two girls on the king-size bed. The gun was on the bedside table near Pam. It would be easy to take it and tie her up, and get the fuck out of there. I thought about it for a long time. My brain told me that I was an idiot not to take the chance, "Do it now, grab the gun." But, my heart wouldn't let me. What was wrong with me? I didn't know. Something was compelling me to stay here, but I didn't know what it was. Obviously the sex was fantastic, but these girls were nuts, right? Then I had an idea. Slowly, very carefully I reached across Pam's sleeping body and took the gun from the table... **** I looked across the dry desert landscape as I pissed against a mesquite bush. It was early March, but it was still cool, even at 11:00 am. Sunny and bright, with only a few scattered puffy clouds in the sky. There wasn't any sign of human habitation anywhere for 360 degrees. Off to the north was a small group of mountains, about five or six miles away, but other than that it was flat as a pool table. The occasional hawk screeched in the sky. I zipped up and stepped back into the RV. The bacon I had been frying for breakfast was done, so I placed it on some paper towels to drain, and cracked half a dozen eggs into the pan, listening to them sizzle softly. I poured the juice and set the glasses on the table. I heard soft footsteps from the back of the RV coming toward me. Kim's soft body dressed only in a long white t-shirt pressed into me from behind and her arms wrapped around my stomach as I spooned eggs onto the plates. "Did I say good morning yet, lover?" she cooed in my ear. A little shiver ran down my spine. This girl was pure sex and love wrapped up with a bow. I turned my head and kissed her forehead, "You just did babe...good morning to you too. Did you have a good nap?" "Mmmm, wonderful...breakfast looks great." "Sit down and eat. Is Pam awake?" "No, let her sleep...please?" "Sure honey," I said, sensing that she wanted to talk to me alone. "Are you still wondering how you ended up here?" "Of course. Are you ready to tell me the rest of the story?" "Yeah...yes, I am. You deserve that much." "I'm listening. Go ahead baby." Kim took a drink of juice, and thought for a minute, playing with her food. "Well, it's a fucked up story. I don't know how it got so fucked up, and I've spent a lot of nights in the past three weeks trying to figure it out." That's ok, sweetheart," I said, moving closer and putting my arm around her shoulders, "Just tell me what's wrong, and maybe I can help you two out." She took a deep breath and continued, wiping the tears away that had started to form in her pretty eyes. "Ok...I already told you how Pam killed her husband...that prick. There was a trial, and we...all of her friends, of course we thought she would be let go, since it was obviously self defense. Well, it didn't work that way...I'm not exactly sure why. Anyway, they convicted her of manslaughter, and she got five years in Brownsville. She was my best friend, and I felt so sorry for her. She had helped me out with my own problems. See, my husband was a prick too, but I never had the guts to do anything about it until I met Pam. It's really weird because she talked me into leaving my husband, but she wouldn't leave hers. I guess, even though he treated her so miserably she still loved him and blamed most of his problems on the booze." She stopped for a moment to compose her self a little more. "I understand," I said...pausing before I asked the next question, "Baby, you...you didn't kill your husband too, did you?" I felt stupid for saying it, but had to know. Birds of a feather and all that shit... "Oh, God, Mark NO! I would never do that; I mean I don't think I could. He was never physically abusive- but the mental shit he pulled on me was just as bad. But no, he's still alive and living in Dallas; probably torturing some other poor woman by now, I expect." "Well then, how did she help you?" "She just woke me up, that's all. Convinced me to leave him and get a divorce. I don't think I would have done it without her. We had money, a big house, everything, but I hated living with him. And on top of that I knew he was cheating on me. But I stayed, and she was the one that gave me the courage to get out. And I owed her for that." "How did you repay her?" "Well, this is the part where things got all fucked up. I had money...a lot of money from the divorce settlement. Pam was in the minimum-security section of Brownsville and I used to visit her every week. One week I was there visiting like usual, and she was telling me how much she hated it, how she really needed to get out, and any way possible. I asked her how, and she told me there was a guard who was on the take. She had talked with this guard and said he could be bought. So one day the prisoners were about five miles outside the prison on a work detail and I parked my car behind a stand of trees and waited. Pam came walking through the trees about thirty minutes later and we drove off." "No way! Easy as that, you helped her escape?" "Sure, the escaping part is easy if the guards are cooperating. Especially if they're making $25,000 from it." "Jesus, that's steep- $25K." Believe me babe, that's chicken feed. My ex was loaded." "I guess. So now what...you're both fugitives. Where do you go from here?" "Well, that's where we screwed up. We didn't have much of a plan beyond the breakout. Pam has a sister in L.A., and we thought we'd go stay with her for a while and then go back to Texas, but then shit kind of got crazy." "Where'd you get the gun?" "Oh, I got that from Woody...my jerk-off ex-husband. Part of the divorce settlement. I wasn't sure if we'd need it, but it came in handy more than once." I didn't want to ask her about the details. "Don't worry hon, we didn't kill anyone, but we did have to tie up a cop after he pulled us over in New Mexico. I felt sorry for him lying there by the side of the road, all duct-taped with no pants on, but we didn't have a choice. We left him some water, and made sure he could drink it but still not get free, at least for a little while, and set him under a bush to get him out of the sun. We dumped his car in the desert and then had to take this RV from a nice old couple, because we knew he'd called my plates in. See what I mean...this has gotten totally fucked up. But believe me, we don't want to hurt you or anyone else. I especially don't want to hurt you." She stopped and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Don't worry babe, I said. We'll figure out some way to get you out of this mess." I couldn't believe I was saying the words as they came out of my mouth. These crazies had kidnapped me less than twenty-four hours earlier, and now I was making myself their accomplice? I needed a thorough psychological workup as soon as I succeeded in extricated myself from this mess. But that was the root of the problem- did I really want to be free of these two? I wasn't sure I knew anymore. This was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Maybe I just couldn't afford to miss out on it, no matter where it took me. I lifted Kim's sweet mouth to mine and took her in my arms. She responded to me by unbuttoning my shorts and slipping her leg over my lap, straddling me on the bench seat. Her thin t-shirt hiked up over her waist as she spread her creamy thighs apart over me. I lifted her shirt up over her head and pulled it off. She shook her head and her long golden curls fell loosely over her shoulders. Fuck, she was so beautiful. What was the use of kidding myself...she was the reason I didn't want to leave. Kim ground her wet pussy against my stiff cock and pressed her full breasts to my mouth. I took her swollen nipples and sucked them gently as I caressed her bottom. She reached between us and guided my cock inside her, moaning as I thrust deeply up into her. Mmmm...God, you fill me up...sit back and let me fuck you lover," she purred as she rocked back and forth on my hard shaft. I obliged her, and slumped back on the seat, drinking in her erotic form as she squirmed on my cock. Her head rolled back and she kneaded her breasts, lost in her own world of pleasure as she came over and over on my cock. She collapsed on top of me as my own orgasm pulsed into her almost an hour later. We fell asleep in each other's arms once again, my cock still deep inside her. The breakfast had long since gone cold and uneaten on the table behind her.