2 comments/ 59882 views/ 4 favorites Pleasure and Terror By: Cherylann I look out my front window and see a man staggering through the deep snow toward my porch. He was holding his head like he had a severe headache. "Oh shit." I exclaim and throwing on my coat, I run out to the yard. Just as you see me coming, you drop to your knees. "What's happened, are you all right?" I ask as I put my arm around you to help you into the house. "Thanks...I had...an accident...I plowed my truck into...a tree...a couple of miles south...yours is the...first house I've seen." "Come in and let me have a look at you, your head is bleeding pretty badly." "Yeah," you pant. "I had my seat belt on, but I still hit the steering wheel...The damn airbag didn't deploy." I help you into the kitchen, take off your coat and help you into a straight-back chair. I feel a stab in my chest, partly from the look of all the blood running down your face, but also because I feel something that I haven't felt for a long time. You're attractive, I like your eyes. There's just something about you. I pour you a cup of hot coffee and I wet a wash cloth and wash your face. Since coming into the warm house, the cut high up by your hairline had started to bleed more freely. "What's your name?" I ask as I wipe your handsome face. "I'm J J." "Hi, J J, I'm Michelle." "Thanks for your help, Michelle." "Sure. This looks like it needs a couple of stitches. And this must be your lucky day, J J. You just happened to stumble into the yard of a nurse and I can do it right here. Believe it or not, I even have some Novocain," I say with a grin. "Or, I could give you a shot or two of Jack Daniels and do it like they used to in the old West." "How about both?" You say with a tired smile. I hold your face and make you look at me, then turn your face to the light overhead. Your five o' clock shadow pokes at my palms in a very nice way. I haven't held a man's face in my hands for a long, long time. And a very nice face it is. "Well, I'd say you aren't concussed." I take a half full bottle of Jack Daniels out of the cupboard and pour you a tall one. "Here, hold this rag on it for a minute or two. You need to get out of those boots and wet socks." I take off your boots. Your socks aren't really that wet, but your toes are very cold. I rub them for a minute or two, then go and find a thick pair of socks and help you into them. "Okay, let me see it." You take your hand away and I remove the rag. "Yep, I'd say two stitches. It won't stop bleeding and it's a pretty deep gash." "Okay, Nurse Michelle, do your worst." I wash out the gash with sterile water and you wince only slightly when I give you the shot of Novocain. I have on a light blue button-up blouse that is open just enough for you to see cleavage. As I lean into you, you get a whiff of my perfume. My generous breasts are inches from your face. "So, do you live here alone?" You venture. "I mean, you're quite a ways from town." "Yes, I'm alone here. My husband passed away last year." You breathe a sigh of relief, but you really don't know why. Partly because of these bigger than average breasts, pressed firmly against your shoulder. Your mind wanders as you close your eyes. And partly because of that long pony-tail that you'd like to wrap around your cock while bending her over this table, and rub yourself against that round butt a few times. That hair looks long enough to wrap around your 7-incher and probe it between those cheeks----------------- "Okay, all done." My voice startles you. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, thanks." You reach up and touch the spot with your fingertips. "Now if I could get rid of this terrible headache." "I'm sure." I go to the cabinet by the sink and pour four Tylenol into my hand. "Here you go." You swallow the pills and suddenly start shaking with chills. I help you up from the chair. "Come and lie down. And get out of those jeans, they're wet too." "Uhm------I can't right now." "Huh?" I look up into your eyes. "Why?" "Well, uh..." You look at me, trying to figure out what to say and you decide, just say it. "Well, you had those big tits in my face and I went to fantasy land and I----well----." We both bust out laughing. "So, you're trying to hide a hard-on?" I ask with a laugh. "Yes I am. I haven't been this close to an attractive woman for a long time." "Thanks, J J." We walk on to the couch. "I like you too." I say, as I strip your jeans down your legs. "Now, lie down and I'll get you some blankets." As I turn my back, I say, "Nice package." You grin and lie down, still shaking. We feel a kind of comfortable-ness settle over us. I'm still smiling when I come back in the room with an armload of pillows and blankets. "You laughing at my---- 'package'? "Heck no, J J, like I said, you have a nice package." "Same to you, Michelle, Dear. What are those? 38's?" "You're a good guesser, that's exactly what they are." I spread the blankets over you and tuck you in, then raise your head to put a pillow under it. There those knockers are again, in your face. "Oh, shit," you mumble. And I grin, knowing full well what I was doing. Even with a smile on your face, I know you aren't feeling well. You start shivering again. I touch your face with my palm, and feel your ears, then press my wrist to your forehead. "You don't feel hot." I grin. "But, you ARE hot, J J." You grin back at me, but I can tell you aren't quite up to the banter. "How's your headache?" I ask, as I look at your gash. "Actually, that part is better." "Good. I think you'll live." I go to the bathroom and get a bandage to put over the stitches. "It looks good, the bleeding has stopped." After I put on the bandage, I lean over and give you a light kiss beside the bandage. I don't know why I did that. I just wanted to. I don't even know you, so why did I feel like I did? I got you another cup of coffee and put on some soup to warm. "Are you hungry?" "A little," you answer and close your eyes wearily. I pull the blankets away from your feet and taking off one sock, I feel your toes. They're warm. I put the sock back on, and come to stand at your head. You're still shivering hard. I go back to the kitchen and bring a bowl of soup. "J J?" I whisper, afraid that you may be asleep. You open your eyes and smile. I put another pillow under your head and help you to sit up, pulling the blankets up to your chin. "Stay covered, I'll feed you." "Thanks Mommy." I feed you three spoons full, wondering why this simple act seems sexy. When your mouth opens, I notice your even white teeth. Your tongue comes out just a tiny bit. The thought jumps into my mind of sucking your tongue into my mouth. I tease you with the spoon and pull it away from your lips. You follow it with your chin. After a couple of more spoons, you don't want any more. "Thank you, Michelle, I'm sorry to impose on you." "Don't worry about it, J J, I wasn't doing anything anyway." You close your eyes as the shivering starts again. "I just can't get warm. I don't know what's the matter with me." "You walked almost two miles in 20 degree weather, that's what. And on top of that, you were injured and bleeding." As I was talking, I was taking off my jeans and my blouse. I strip down to my bra and panties and pull the blankets back. You open your eyes and they get as big as turkey platters. My bra is satin and lace, a blue flowered pattern. My bikini panties are bright purple and lacy. You're instantly hard. I crawl in next to you, the couch is big and roomy enough for two. I fit snugly along the front of you, both of us on our left side. I raise up on my elbow and pull your sweatshirt off and raise your denim shirt up to your chin, baring your chest. Then I snuggle back down pressing my bottom against your groin and my back against your bare chest. You let out a big groan. "You're hard again?" I ask, wiggling my bottom against you. You grit your teeth until I stop moving. "I wasn't until I looked up and saw you standing there in your lacy undies." "Well, you can't get warm, so I thought I might see if I could warm you up a tad." "I like your methods, Nurse." You put your arm around me and your face next to my cheek. "If I don't warm up in less than a minute, I must be dead." It wasn't long before your body relaxes and the shivering stops. Your breathing evens out and you begin taking long steady breaths. Only then did I relax and we both slept. Some time in the night I woke up thinking my bladder was going to burst. I move to get up and your arm tightens around my waist. "Don't go," you whisper. "I have to potty," I whisper back. You smile. "Promise you'll be right back." "Yes, I promise, J J." You kiss the back of my head. "Okay. You may go." While in the bathroom, I brush my teeth and my hair. I was back in just a couple of minutes. As I climb back under the blanket, you moan. "Mmmmmm, I missed you." You hold me close and pulling me over the top of you, you flip both of us to our right side. Now, I'm on the inside of the couch. "J J?" "Hhmm?" "Why does it seem like we've known each other for a long time?" "I don't know. But it does, doesn't it?" "Uh-huh." I answer, and we fall asleep. The morning light is just coming in through the living room window the next time I open my eyes. Your left hand is stroking my left hip, sliding under the leg of my panties and back out again. "Good morning." "Mornin' J J, How are you?" "I'm fine. Feeling really good at the moment." "I'm glad." "Thank you for taking care of me. I was pretty out of it last night." "You're welcome. I'm glad you showed up at my doorstep." "Me too." I push my hips back against your hardness. "You were still in your mind enough to come up with a couple of these last night." "Oh Baby. You feel good in my arms." You moan and with your right hand, you turn my face to yours. The kiss was soft, exploring. You bring your left hand up to my cheek. "Mmmmm, you sure we haven't met before? Maybe in a past life or something?" You grin against my lips. "Maybe we're Antony and Cleopatra. Or Josephine and Napoleon." "That must be it." You deepen the kiss and then keeping your lips close to mine, you speak again. "Because this feels so familiar." Your lips pluck softly at mine. "I could swear I've tasted these soft lips before." Your tongue snakes out and you lick my bottom lip softly. "Mmmmmm," I groan. You move your left hand back to my hip and slip it under the leg band of my lacy, purple panties. Your fingertips reach down to my slit and slide easily inside. "Mmmmmm, Michelle, you're wet." You bring your fingers up to my mouth and kiss me at the same time, sharing my juices with me. "Mmmmm. I've been wet all night. Every time I would stir a little, that thing of yours would stiffen up against my butt." You smile. "It has a mind of it's own, it likes you." You move your hand back down to my hip. This time you slide your hand inside the waist band of my panties, but still went the back way to my wet slit, cupping the cheek of my ass with your palm as your fingertips slither inside me. "Mmmmm, Michelle, do you want to feel my hard dick inside you?" "Yes, oh yes. I've been wanting you since about five minutes after we met," I groan. Your lips curve into a smile against my ear. "It was only about three minutes for me. Even before you were shoving those 38's in my face." We both laugh softly. You take my left hand, kiss my knuckles and my palm, then put it on your aching cock. You pull down the front of your boxers so I can touch your bare skin. "Touch me. Feel how much I want to bury it inside you." You suck in a deep breath when I curl my fingers around you. "It's even bigger now than it was all night," I grunt as it fills my hand. You kiss me hard. Your warm tongue explores my mouth. I suck on the tip of your tongue, as I remember that thought came into my mind last night. Your breathing quickens. Your lips curve into a smile. "Okay, Josephine, tell me you're ready." "Yes, yes, Napoleon, jamb it in me." You pull aside the leg band of my panties and guide your thickness deep inside me. I grunt with intense pleasure. It feels so damn good to feel you inside me. It feels natural. It's amazing. It feels so familiar. You groan. "Oh shit. I've been here before." You stop moving your hips. "Sshhh, sshhh," You whisper. "Lay still." You reach under my bra and cup my left breast, teasing the nipple to a hard stiff point. You put your mouth on it, licking and suckling. It becomes even harder. My hips start to rock back and forth. "Mmmmmm, J J, that feels so good." You seem to know exactly where to touch me to set me on fire. You run your fingers down my tummy, under my panties and your fingertips move in circles around my swollen clit. You start humping me from behind. After three pumps I explode in an intense orgasm. I have never felt anything like it. Four more deep thrusts and you explode. You cover my lips with yours. Both of us sharing in the groans and moans of the other. I can feel your strong spasms as you fill me with your hot semen. We both slowly relax. "That was strange, J J. It really did feel familiar." "To me too, why is that?" "I don't know." I sit up and clutch the blanket to my chest. "But it's really weird, I feel comfortable with you, like we do this all the time." "I feel like that too." You reach up and take hold of the blanket I'm holding to my bra-only clad breasts, but don't take it away. "Then why, my dear, are you covering yourself up like a virgin who might change her mind and want her cherry back?" "Oh," I laugh. "I didn't even realize. I did feel a little twinge of guilt. My husband has only been gone for 11 months, and I...well, I have never been with any other man." I release my hold on the blanket and you pull it aside. "Ever? No man other than your husband has touched you?" You reach up and stroke my cheek. "No. I was a virgin when we met, and we were married for 15 years." You pull my head down to yours and kiss me tenderly. "I feel honored somehow." You put your arms around me and lay me down beside you. "What made you decide to make love with me?" "Well, I don't know. I just felt...very comfortable with you. From the minute we met, I felt a----------something for you. Just a-------comfortable-ness." You kiss me softly again. "I haven't felt anything for another man since he died." I snuggle down closer to you. "What does the J J stand for?" "John Jacob." "Well, John Jacob, I couldn't help but feel something for you. I don't know why, you're nothing like him." I reach down and cup your crotch. "Except, you know, you feel an awful lot like him in this department." I grin and throw back the blankets. "I'll have to inspect further." I slide off the couch, getting on my knees, and rub your half-stiff cock through your boxers. "It does feel very similar." I pull your dark blue boxers down to your mid thighs and take you in my hand. "Well, shit. I'll be damned." I exclaim as I turn it this way and that. I lift your scrotum and feel your balls gently. Back up to the head. "Damn." I stretch the skin up and down. There's the tiniest scar on the underside where the head meets the shaft. "You must have been cut by the same doctor." Smooth, a bump, a vein, a large vein, smaller ones over here. There's kind of a freckle in this same spot. "No way." There's a ring where the skin is a little darker than the rest. "Oh my gosh." I wrap my fist around it. It's damn near the same size around. My fingers meet my thumb. You're big around like him. You're not quite as hard. But wait. Oh, now it is. "Oh shit. Damn, J J, your dick is amazingly like his." I look up at your face and your head is leaned back on the arm of the couch, you have a funny grin. Watching your face, I smile and put my lips around the big round head and my mouth goes all the way down to your belly. You come unglued and gasp, "Son of a bitch!!" You raise your head and look at me. Grabbing hold of my hair by each ear, you hold my head steady. "Oh Ffffuuuuuck. Your mouth is sweet. Do you know how long it's been since a woman has put her mouth on me?" "Hmmmm mmmmm," I hum in the negative and shake my head slightly. "Oh, sweeeeeet lady," you grunt. You take my hand and bring it up to your mouth and kiss my palm and fingers, hugging my hand to your cheek. "Oh shit, that feels so good. It's been two years. Mmmmmmm." I love your moans and groans. Kent always told me that I was good with my mouth, and it appears that you like it as well. Of course if it's been two years, it would feel good to you. I make a ring with my thumb and index finger of the hand not being clenched at your cheek and put it next to my lips and go up and down your shaft. My lips and my hand work in unison. I bring my mouth up to just under the head and release the suction. Then taking my mouth off, I blow on you. The wetness from my saliva makes it feel cool to you. "Mmmmmm, Baby, that feels so nice." I wrap my fingers around the base of your hardness, and squeeze tight. Then I put my mouth around you down past the head, but not touching you. I keep my tongue back. Then I exhale several times, warming the spot that I just made cool. "Ooooohhhh, that's a very nice sensation." you moan. I lick across the top of your head and around and around, flicking my tongue across your little hole. Then wrapping my tongue around the underside of the shaft, I let up with the pressure I have around the base of your cock and sink my lips down as far as I can go, sucking you in and to the back of my throat. "Oh shit!!" You grab my head again and pump into my mouth twice and then spray your semen against my throat. "Mmmmmm-------mmmmm----mmmm," you grunt with each spurt. There's a bang on the front door. Both of us jump sky high. "HELLO! In the house! Anybody home?" The heavy fist against the door pounds again. BANG!! BANG!! I choke on the mouthful I just got and cough. "Just a minute!" I yell as I wipe my lips with a grin, and try to get my jeans on. I throw my blouse on as you grab for your jeans and yank them up. "Wow, I've not had this much company in six months," I say as I button my blouse up on the way to the door. You're slipping on your boots on the way and buttoning your shirt when I open the door. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you folks, but I've had a flat back on the highway, and my shithead brother here-----" He hooked his thumb back over his shoulder to the two other men that were coming up behind him onto the porch. "-----Had a flat day before yesterday and didn't bother to get it fixed." "Oh, come in." I offer and hold the door open. The three of them stomp their feet on the porch, shaking off the snow. "You can use the phone, or I have an air compressor in the garage if that would help you any. The nearest garage is about eight miles in Grayford." "Thanks. If we could just get warmed up, and I'll call the garage and see if they could fix a couple of flats," the big brother said. "Sure. The phone and the local book are over there." I take the coats, and you help me shake them off on the porch. "Careful of these guys, I know them." You whisper. "I'm a cop." You flash me a badge just inside your jeans pocket as you continue shaking one of the coats. I stop and look incredulously at you. "I'm sorry, act normal." You say and take the coat from me and escort me back through the open front door. "Honey, you're such a tease." You say with a smile and jab me in the ribs, tickling me, for the others to see. What the hell? I think to myself and try to smile. Act normal? Are you shittin' me? I just got a shot of adrenaline like you wouldn't believe. Pleasure and Terror "Would you guys like some hot coffee?" "That'd be great, thanks." That was the younger brother again. Older brother was looking in the phone book and the third of the group was sitting on the couch just looking around, with an expressionless, hard face. This one had on a T-shirt that read, Wildlife and Parks. He didn't seem the type to be a game warden or anything like that. "Would you help me, J------." I cut off the last J, the thought striking me that maybe you didn't want these guys to know your name. What the hell was going on? I wanted to get you alone and ask you. You follow me into the kitchen. "Sure thing Dear," you answer and playfully tickle me in the ribs from behind. I knew that was a show for our new visitors. You put your arms around my shoulders from behind and walk me into the kitchen smacking kisses in my ear. "It's okay," you whisper. "These might not be the ones I'm after." You go over to the coffee maker and take out the filter, dumping the old grounds into the sink. "I've been tailing a red Chevy four-door, with three occupants, that's all I know about them. The border patrol called our office last week with the report of a suspicious vehicle. They thought they were going into Canada for a cocaine pick-up. I spotted the car yesterday, right before my bumper made contact with that damn tree. I knew the storm was coming, but I didn't expect that blizzard." You walk across the room, opening cabinet doors looking for cups. "Where's the cups?" You ask in a normal voice. "Next one over." I try to answer in a voice I hope is not filled with apprehension, amazement, astonishment, fear, love, protective-ness, wonder. A few minutes ago, I was licking your semen off my lips. I don't know what emotion I feel at this moment. "My dad's.22 is over by the back door." "I hope it won't come to that. Let's just get them out of here, and I'll pick up on them later." You take out 5 cups and put them on the table. We hear the voice on the phone from the other room, he is speaking with the man at the garage. "Besides, this pager on my belt is not a pager," you whisper with a wink. I look to the pager that I remember seeing last night when I peeled your jeans down your legs. But I didn't notice anything peculiar about it. Now I can see a slight bulge on your hip that I didn't catch last night. It must be a handgun. I pour the new bag of coffee in the filter, close the door on the maker and push the button. "And, like I said, these are probably not even the guys." "Did you guys see my truck plastered around that tree on the side of the road?" You say nonchalantly as we walk back into the living room. "I'm glad it happened close to Mary's house, she told me to get that air bag problem looked into a month ago and I didn't do it. Now I got this big gash on my head. Where were you guys headed?" "We just got back across the border, we were checking out some hunting areas my dad told us about. He said he's seen some big elk over there." "Oh yeah, I bagged one myself 2 years ago just south of Calgary." "Okay, they say they can fix the flats as soon as we can get them over there." The older one said as he hung up the phone. "Don't I know you?" The quiet one on the couch asked you. "I don't think so. Why do you ask?" "You look familiar. What's your name?" "Oh, sorry, I'm Jay Carson, this is my friend Mary Corning." You stick out your hand for a shake. "No---I think you're J J Conners, the Dick that's been after us for 2 weeks now." He pulls a pistol out of his pocket and waves it at us. "Sit down. RAY!!" He calls out to one of the brothers. You pull your hand back, and your arm goes in front of me, pushing me behind you. "Whoa man, I don't know what you're talking about. What the hell is wrong with you, put that away." He fires and hits you in the center of the chest. "No!!" I scream and the one called Ray grabs me from behind, pulling me into the corner. Wait, it wasn't a bullet. It's fuzzy. A feathery yellow spot against your blue denim shirt. You pull it out and look at it as you fall to your knees. He fires again, hitting you in the neck. It's a dart. A tranquilizer! Oh thank God. You pull the second dart out and throw it at him. "You son of a bitch...Don't touch her." You fall on your side, and your hand goes down to your weapon at your hip. You try to hold your head up, and your arm falls useless on the hardwood floor. Ray held me from behind with his hand on my throat. The one that shot you comes over to me and puts his hand on my breast. He's staring at you. Not taking his hateful eyes off you he was grinning like he had won and there was nothing you could do about it. I kick out at him, but he put his feet on top of mine, pinning them to the floor. He rubbed my crotch, still with his eyes locked with yours. "Leave her the hell alone, you fuck," you slur. You were straining to move, the veins at your temple and on your neck pop out with the effort you were making. Your face got purple. The bandage on your cut seeped red. "No!! Dammit!!" You swore. "I'll be all right J J---don't worry!" I yell in a sobbing, hard, strangled cry. I was afraid you were going to have a stroke. Your eyes glazed over and your body finally relaxes. The one stroking the front of my jeans walks over to you and squatting down on his haunches he looks back to me with a nasty grin and closes your eyes with his finger and thumb. "He'll be all right. Just maybe a headache cause I had to hit him with two." "Come on, Frank, leave her be, let's just go. Tell him Ray." That was the younger brother. He must only be about 18. Frank was still knelt down at your side, looking at me. Ray let me go and I hurried over to check your pulse. It was steady, but not real strong. I moved your arm from underneath you and got a pillow off the couch for your head. Your breathing was regular. Your handsome face and your shirt were soaked with sweat. "No, I want a piece of her before we go." Frank told the younger man. He grabbed my throat with one hand, his thumb digging in behind my right ear, and his fingers clawing at the left side of my throat. I tried to back away and he slammed my head down on to your chest, holding me there. "She has a pretty mouth, I want to watch my dick slide in and out of that pretty mouth." "No, Frank, let's go. We don't want any more trouble than we already got." "Shut up, Wes." Ray told his younger brother. "It'll just take a few minutes. Go outside and stand in the snow if you don't want to fuck her." Ray came over and knelt down at my feet, grabbing my ankles. He spread my legs far apart, ogling my crotch. He smiled. One of his eyeteeth was missing, and the rest of them were yellow. With his free hand, Frank undid my jeans, and Ray pulled them off. I kick at him and caught him in the shin. He didn't seem to feel it. "I'm gonna go get the tires fixed. Do you have a car?" Wes asked, looking at me. I coughed and coughed, managing to choke out a, "No." He looked around, knowing I was probably lying and went into the kitchen. I heard him rattle the keys as he found them hanging on a hook by the back door. He went out the back to the garage. I fought and scratched out at the two men. They were strong, and I was weakening. I didn't want whatever was going to happen to be right here on top of you, so I struggled and moved across the floor. Both men held on to me, but I managed to skootch over to the corner of the living room. One of them ripped off my lace panties and threw them. Frank turned me over onto my stomach, stretching my arms straight out and held both of my wrists as he put his feet on my shoulders. His big boots dig into the flesh of my neck and shoulders. I heard yellow teeth unzipping his pants but I couldn't see him. I kick out and he caught my ankles, spreading my legs as far as his arms would go, then he knelt in between my legs. "Damn, what a sweet pussy. She keeps it trimmed real nice." "Hurry up, I want to fuck her mouth." I shut my eyes, I feel exhausted. I thought of you. Hoping that you would wake up soon and be all right. My shoulders ached where Frank had his booted feet pushing on me. My arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets. My wrists felt raw. Ray doubled up my legs, bending my knees around his waist and somehow putting his ankles over mine. My naked ass was sticking up at him from his lap, as he was kneeling. I couldn't move. I tried pushing back on him but couldn't do anything as I felt him drive himself into me. "Oh mother fucker, she's tight," he grunted. "Damn you, you bastard." I could only whisper. He worked the flesh of my ass as he stroked into me, spreading my cheeks, working my hips back and forth, driving my body onto his shaft. It burned, I felt dry. After a minute or two of this, I felt his fat finger against my little asshole. I clenched my cheeks as best as I could, but it didn't help. He sunk his finger into my tight hole as far as it would go. His other hand was still on my hip driving me up and down. He was feeling his dick charging in and out with his finger through the thin membrane between my pussy and my rectum. He tried to shove another of his dirty fat fingers into my ass, but before he could work it in there, he was grunting and cumming. His finger was pushing hard up far inside my back door, stroking his own dick like he was milking it inside me. Withdrawing his finger quickly hurt more than it did when he stuck it up there. He slapped my butt three times before pulling out. "You need some of this sweet pussy. Damn, Frank, she's juicy." "I want you to hold her mouth open so she doesn't bite me. Come up here." Frank dropped my arms. I could hardly move them. Before I knew it he had his stiff cock out of his pants and Ray grabbed my jaw, curling the skin of my cheeks over my teeth. I tried to bite down but I only succeeded in biting the inside of my cheek. Frank shoved his hard prick in my mouth as his friend held my mouth open. You could hear-----------choking-----coughing---------gagging-------sobbing. Damn, it was Michelle. The last thing you remember was the pleading look in Michelle's eyes as you tried to lurch forward and the sadistic, crooked smile on that son of a bitch's ugly face. You open your eyes slowly, you didn't want any of them to know that you were waking up. It was difficult to focus. More coughing and choking, almost vomiting. Gagging. One of the men was shoving his dick up to the hilt into my mouth over and over. You swear under your breath. You try to move your arm, and it did answer your command. Your eyes felt very dry and scratchy. Shit. You wanted to reach up and rub them. Your hands weren't tied. That's good news. The dumb-asses didn't even tie you up. "Big mistake," you whisper to yourself. Your arm was at your side, and your fingers touched your Glock. They hadn't found it. "Dumb-asses." You whisper again. A plan didn't take long to form in your mind. One of the men was holding my mouth open, he was kneeling and his leg was stretched out for balance. It wouldn't take much to spin around and get a shot off at his leg to get their attention. You could move a little and they wouldn't notice. The problem was you didn't know where the third man was. Hopefully he wasn't sitting on the couch at your back. The adrenaline charges through you and you put your plan into motion in a heartbeat. You spin head to foot on your back and not bothering to take your weapon out of the holster still hooked on the inside waistband of your jeans, you brace it away from your leg and shoot. The bullet tears through your jeans and then through Ray's thigh just above his knee. He yells in pain and falls over onto his back. You lean up and support yourself on your left arm as you glance around the room looking for the third guy. "Back away from her." You order Frank, as you draw your pistol out of its holster. "Back away!" You say again when he didn't move fast enough. You get up pretty steady on your feet and walk over to him. He went for his tranquilizer gun in his pocket. Doubling up your left fist you back-hand him across the jaw. At almost the same instant, you kick Ray in the foot as he tries to get up. He grabs his leg and bellows anew in pain. You get Frank's gun out of his pocket as he just sits there holding his bleeding lip and nose. "Where's the third guy?" You ask. "He---------" I couldn't speak until I coughed and coughed to clear my throat. "Went to get the tires fixed----he took my truck." You pick up my jeans, and while still pointing your weapon at Frank, he zips his pants back up over his now-limp dick. I put my jeans back on, moving slowly. I'm sore all over. You look at your watch, it had only been 30 minutes that you were out. "Michelle, can you make it into the kitchen and retrieve the cuffs out of my coat pocket?" I nod. Damn. Only a few seconds have gone by. The two men that were on top of the situation a second ago are whimpering like babies. "And then maybe you better see if you can stop that bleeding." You say as you point to Ray with your handgun. "Okay." "Lay down on your belly with your arms straight out." You instruct Frank and he does so. You kneel down, putting your knee between his shoulder blades as you lock the handcuffs on him. "You're under arrest for rape, and after we have a look at your vehicle, there may be more charges to add to that list. You have the right to remain silent-----." As you finish reciting the Miranda thing to him, you help him to his feet and throw him on the couch. "What's your tag number Michelle and what color and kind of truck do you have?" You ask as you go over to the phone. "This is Detective J J Conners, I have two perpetrators in custody, 2-2-5 Blake Road, one needs a paramedic. Another suspect is at the Grayford garage, he's driving a blue GMC Silverado, license---------------." You relay all the info in the same efficient manner that you did everything else. Just as I was going over to Ray to tend to his leg, we hear sirens and three patrol cars pull up to the door. We look at each other. That was a really quick response. Wes is in the back seat of the first one. The officer tells us that Wes was the one that turned them in. He was tired of his brother and his friend. He didn't want to get in more trouble. He drove my truck straight to the police station and handed them the keys. Then he showed the cops the three bags of cocaine in the red Chevy. You walk over to the car and open the back door. Kneeling down, you tell Wes that he did the right thing. "I'll see that you get a good deal, Son. You have to answer for the drugs, but you went to the police and had sense enough to not get involved with what happened to this nice lady." I can't take any more. I just stood there in the snow of the front yard and sobbed. You come back to me and fold me in your strong arms. "You all right Josephine?" You say with a grin as you stroke my back. "Don't worry about anything, Michelle. Are you injured?" I shake my head no. "I don't think so, I'm just sore as hell." "We need to go to the hospital and get a rape kit done. Are you all right with that?" "Yeah, I don't look forward to it, but it needs to be done." "Okay. And then after that we can plan our wedding." "What??" I look up at you with my eyebrows scrunched together. "I just met you yesterday." "Oh no, my Josephine, we've known each other for centuries." I just nod. We embrace as I cry and you laugh.