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Snowed Up, Felt Up Ch. 01

By: EdDivers



It had snowed solidly for nearly twenty four hours. All along the border, roads were blocked, and animals that hadn't hibernated were trapped. The three men sitting around the desk in a small border patrol station were warm enough, but were equally trapped.

Jack Cadding, ranger in charge of this section of the border fence, turned to the burly wool shirted man to his left. "Fucking snow," he growled. "Hell, I've been in this post for five years and I've seen snow but never as heavy as this. What about you, Griz?"

The older man, Griz, said "I've seen it snow for five full days but that was on and off. Christ, I'm glad I read the signs and came down here last night. Last time I took shelter here must have been ten years ago, and it was no way as bad as this."

Bo Seager, Jack's young deputy, gasped, "What were the signs?" 

"Heavy sky, temperature and a sort of curdling of the air. You learn to read these things when you're out in the forest day after day. Deer heading downhill, poor beasts. Don't know how they'll handle this." Griz replied.

Bo looked towards his boss, who was slowly nodding his head. "Hell, it must be six feet deep now."

Jack Cadding shook his head, "Said on the radio before it packed in, that we could be close to breaking the world record eight feet in eighteen hours."

"Where the hell was that?" Bo asked, his young face showing some concern.

"Place called Capracotta in Italy."

"And we've had near twenty two hours of it," Griz affirmed, he slid from his chair and went to the window. "It's still coming down. And this stuff takes some shifting even when it stops. We could be stuck for a few days."

"Fucking snow." Jack snapped, "Phone lines down, the radio signal is all but dead. Worse, I had a promise to get my end away tonight." 

Griz curled his full lips, "And I've come to eat all your grub."

"No, you're welcome—plenty of canned food. Piles of logs out back, for the two stoves." Jack told him. "Milk will keep out in the cool of the back corridor. There are even two crates of beer we haven't started on yet. If the generator in the cellar holds out we'll keep our electric light."

"Just as well," Griz muttered, looking from one to the other. "Could be a week, maybe longer before it clears."

Bo leapt to his feet, "What? I've got a hot date on Friday."

Griz shrugged, "Better keep cool," And he laughed at that.

"Christ", Jack moaned, clutching at his groin." I'm going to have a right top on by that time. Fucking snow."

Bo moved across to poke at the logs in the big stove, "Our prisoner's going to freeze to death in that cell."

"Prisoner?" Griz voiced some surprise. "I didn't know you kept prisoners here."

"Well, where do you think Bo's been taking food? To feed the mice?" Jack shook his head. "That's our job. Catching anybody trying to get through from the other side. Hawk-eye Bo here brought this one in last afternoon. Just before you turned up. Usually we only have them one night."

"So this one is going to be longer term?"

Bo nodded, "Longer than we've ever kept anybody. I've given her extra blankets."

Griz looked from one to the other, "Her? A woman?"

Jack's head had jerked in Bo's direction, "You didn't tell me it was a woman."

"You didn't seem interested."

Jack shook his head, "Christ, she was so wrapped up. Might have been a gorilla for all I could see. And you said the name was Terry. I assumed a guy. What's she like, Bo?"

Bo looked rather apologetic, "Hard to say. You saw the layers of clothes she had on. The snow was just starting---Face wasn't ugly. But with the extra blankets I've given her, it's hard to tell. Older than me."

They were now all looking from one to the other, as Jack mused, "Even if she's only a face. Trapped here for two weeks—a face will have a mouth."

"Those extra blankets--she sounded very grateful," Bo mused 

Jack gave a slight laugh, "How long since you dipped your endit in honey, Griz?"

Griz gave him a hard gaze, and appeared to be doing calculations in his head, "My Phoebe died ten years ago. God, it must be four years."

Jack came to his feet and leaned forward with his hands on the desk as though conducting a meeting, "Be a shame if she froze to death when we could keep her warm. Why didn't you suggest this earlier Bo?"

Bo looked just a little stunned, "I didn't know—"

"Let's discuss how it should go."

Terry Coop sat hunched on her bunk bed, clutching the blankets close to her chilled body. A rising uneasiness was making her even more uncomfortable. This minute space was what they called a cell, where a plasterboard screen in the corner hid a hole in the ground toilet and a tiny sink. She had looked disconsolately out of the small window to see that the snow had not ceased all night and was now too deep for anybody to come and move her on.

Her attempt to break through that damned border fence had turned into one terrible mistake. Terry was sure there had been no choice, especially since the death of Petri, that dear old man, could now be used by the state police to worsen the case against her. 

Much of the night she had huddled on this bunk, reviewing how fate had turned so completely against her. All right, she had always known that the house she was running was illegal on that side of the border, but which jealous bastard had informed the state cops? 

From the age of eighteen when she had escaped from the religious strait-jacket her parents had held her in, Terry had known she had a highly charged libido. The young nineteen year old, who had taken her virginity had expressed his shock at how avid she had been.

That avidity had grown as the years passed. If she went more than a couple of days without the thrill of a hard cock pounding into her she became so agitated and depressed. She had long ago admitted to herself that she was probably just two paces from nymphomania. Eventually, learning how much money could be made from her sexuality had led her into the illicit house of Michelle Fabret. Michelle had taught her so much more about channelling her wild desires, and eventually how to run the business with discretion.

The unfortunate illness that took Michelle had left Terry (known to her clients as Tereta) with the opportunity to take over the business. The six other girls had been quite willing to follow her lead. Terry was in a position to choose the men whom she knew could give her close to ultimate satisfaction, and pay her well for her lascivious attention. Her bank account was well stacked.

Then came that betrayal. A disgruntled client, or more likely the wife of some regular client who had discovered his indiscretions, Terry never really knew. Luckily, a frequent client, while cursing the state police, had warned her of a proposed raid they were about to make on her house. Terry just had time to provide some remuneration for the girls, before dispersing them.

With a heavy heart she had set fire to the place to ensure there could be no incriminating evidence. Swiftly leaving behind everything that linked her to her business as a madam, Terry had no real idea of what to do with herself. Her car was useless to her. She hadn't the necessary papers that would get her through the border gate, and driving it in these parts, it would be easily identified by the police.

Desperate and so alone, she trudged through the cold night until she found herself in a street that gave her some hope. A street of up-market houses where dear Petri Locoff lived.

Petri had been a client of the house when Terry first arrived some ten years earlier. Although In his mid sixties then, he had amazed Terry with his lusty ability to fill her with his proud cock. He always asked for her after their first occasion, and declared her to be the 'hottest lady' he had ever known. "Apart from my late wife," he would add with a wry smile.

Into his seventies, and with Terry now running the house, his visits became less. Occasionally he would request to just talk with her. Treating him as a friend and not just a client, Terry had been happy to oblige. On odd visits he would ask her to try to get him erect, and Terry would work with fingers, tongue and lips, occasionally delighting in how pleased he was when her encouragement succeeded. Terry never knew exactly what his business had been, but he always paid her generously.

One night when she held his stubbornly flaccid penis in her hands he had broke down in tears, and was so upset that she had driven him home. Now she was outside his front door once more, hoping for a place to hide. 

The wrinkles in his face disappeared as he gave her a delighted smile of welcome. There was no hesitation in inviting her in, and his shock and anger were genuine as she told him of what had befallen her. 

He insisted she stay until the initial fuss died down, and, for three weeks, Terry cooked for him, and gave him occasional asexual cuddles. Then one day he told her that there were wanted posters out for her. He laughed as he told her, "Fortunately they have spelled your name incorrectly and called you Fereta Coop , and the picture looks more like me" He showed her the bundle of warm clothes he had bought for her. The dear man.

She told him of her hopes of setting up a 'friendly' house across the border where it wasn't illegal. Petri had been eager to help her escape, hating the regime here as much as anyone could. He took her out in his car to show her where she might reach the fence without being detected, an area where sheltering trees were thickest. 

Walking among the trees with him reminded her of one of the ew good memories she had of her father. Weekends, after church, of course, he would take her on a walk just like she was having with Petri. Terry had loved the feeling of being close to nature, of just breathing in the fresh air, and seeing the birds and small animals darting out of reach. It was an experience that, sadly, did not last long, and the life style she chose denied her the chance to take it further.

Taking that walk again, even though the air was freezing cold had been a pleasure swith dear Petri, who as they drove back told her, "When you get through the wire, I'll have driven through the border gates, and will pick you up and drive you into town."

What a darling he was. They agreed the date two days ahead, and he even provided her with a pair of cutters for the wire. 

Hell, was it just yesterday morning as she lay in bed excited by the prospects of her escape that tragedy had struck? Petri had come into her bedroom wearing only his pyjama pants, and quietly asked for a farewell cuddle. Petri's body looked in better shape than men of fifty she had been with, and she had no hesitation in allowing him to snuggle against her naked body.

His skin was warm and felt good against her. Terry smiled to herself as she felt his limp cock against her thigh, but was surprised when it began to harden. Petri, of course, was over the moon, and asked if it might be hard enough to enter her.

His closeness had already moistened her, and she enjoyed the look of joy on his face as his erect rod slid up her willing passage. He had made two admirably lusty strokes when he started gurgling. Terry thought he was simply climaxing, but when she looked up she was shocked to see that his eyes had rolled up, and his lips had turned purple. Within seconds he was giving one long sigh, and he collapsed sideways off her.

All her efforts at resuscitation were useless. There was no doubt that Petri was dead, and Terry, in tears, sat beside the body, holding on to his hand. The one consolation she could find was in hoping she had made his last moments happy. Then she began to think about the consequences.

First, there was no lift to the spot they had chosen, but she decided that she could use Petri's car to get there. But, without Petri, there was no pick-up over the border. She knew it was very cold, but decided to take her chances. 

Thinking she might need food she made some cheese sandwiches, and she took her time in breaking the stitching in the lining of the anorak Petri had bought, and in the space she sewed her bank card, which held her future, and the false passport, which had her picture, but the name Tania Turror.

Then she laid out Petri's body in a respectful position, kissed his cold lips, and, it being late afternoon, she dressed in the layers of warm clothes that Petri had purchased. She left the house and drove up to the chosen spot, thinking it wise to park the car some distance away to remove any chance of association.

It was all going so well. Through the trees and she was up to the fence. Nobody around as she began cutting herself a convenient gap. Silently she said a prayer for Petri for providing such sharp cutters,

A light snow drifted down as she began to slide her body through the gap. How lucky that she'd got here before she could have left tracks. Beginning to worry about the problems that a fall of snow might bring, Terry wriggled to free her jeans from a snagging wire, and that was when the commanding voice made her jump, and her heart sank. She looked up to see a young man in a dark uniform, pointing a pistol at her.

"Get up, keep your hands in sight."

He identified himself as being from border control, and pointed Terry in a direction which was away from where she knew the road would be. As they walked, with him occasionally prodding her to keep going, the light flakes of snow fluttered weakly around them.

At last they reached a small building three feet of brick and the rest wood with a wide veranda in front, and a sign above stating 'Border Patrol.' Inside, the warm temperature immediately hit her. She could have bathed in that.

A dark haired, slightly older man, sat at a desk, flicking through a magazine. He had one quick glance and then his face was back in the magazine. "Where's this one pop up?" he asked gruffly.

"Coming through the fence, Jack."

"Crazy, some of them. Cell one." He pushed a register across the desk to the young man, "Better put some detail in here. One night here and then away."

The young man leaned over the desk and picked up a pen, "Name?"

"Terry," she replied, wondering what instinct had made her talk gruffly. But that was the moment that she looked at a notice board on the nearest wall, and there was the poster. Petri had been right they had managed to get the name wrong. "Fereta Coop. Wanted for lewd behaviour , running an illicit house of deviation, and arson." 

Impudent bastards, there was nothing deviant in her house, but a little worriedly she feared the picture looked a little more like her than Petri had indicated. The good factor was that it was an old picture, taken at a time when she had her hair blond. 

"Last name?"

What a big mistake it would be to give him her real name now. Quickly she gave the surname that appeared on the passport tucked in her anorak. "Turror," she said.

"Spell that." 

She started but the one called Jack growled, "Oh, stop fucking about, Bo. Who the fuck cares how it's spelled? Into cell one, and get me some coffee."

When the one called Bo pushed her into the cell the temperature hit her, "It's freezing," she groaned.

"I'll get you another blanket."

A glance through the tiny window told her that the snow was coming down thicker and faster.

So here she was in this hell hole, trapped by the bloody snow. She had frozen through the night, and too much of this would kill her. The ranger called Bo, when he brought her morning meal, told her that her pick-up wouldn't be coming. For the first time for a while she became aware of her deprived libido. Before poor Petri had made his fatal attempt she hadn't been fucked for two days. 

Footsteps on the corridor, followed immediately by the sound of a key in the lock, killed her deliberations. She had been given her rotten meal. What was this about?

The door opened and the young man came in, "Boss wants to see you," he said, and as Terry stood, he signalled for her to hold out her hands, so he could apply the handcuffs. He was a cute kid, twenty years old maybe. The kind she'd pass on to the other girls because too often they were in, up and shoot. Terry kept the controlled guys for herself. 

Now she had to suppress a smile, at the handcuff request, and with her blanket around her head and shoulders she allowed herself to be led out of the chill cell. From the corridor, the short walk led to a solid door, and when her guard pushed it open a rush of soothing warm air oozed over her.

For a moment she blinked in the light, and her eyes quickly took in the scene, which she had caught briefly as she was hustled through on the previous day.. A large blazing stove on the right was clearly the provider of the welcome heat, and to her left was a smaller stove with a grill and a bench and sink alongside. A row of mugs along the bench told her that was what stood for a kitchen.

A door on the wall to her left was, she knew, the route to the outside. There were two doors to the right and one in the wall opposite. At the desk in the centre of the room two men had stood up as she entered, not from courtesy, Terry suspected, but more from curiosity, as their eyes looked her up and down. Not a good view, she reckoned.

The tall one, who she reckoned from what the young guy had said was his chief, dressed in the same blue shirt. God, shirt sleeves, while she was freezing. He wasn't a bad looking guy, and she bet under that shirt he was tightly muscled. That thought gave her a little twinge inside.

The other man was a totally different character, older than the ranger by about ten years. He was in, what Terry would call a cowboy style shirt, with sleeves rolled up over well muscled tanned arms. His body was compact, and his shirt and jeans seemed tight around him. Blue eyes flashed from a dark hairy face, slight moustache, with thick stubble around the jaw.

"Christ, Bo, why the fucking handcuffs? Where's she going?"

Terry allowed herself an inward smile as, looking slightly shamefaced, the young Bo, came and undid the cuffs. 

"She's wrapped up like a fucking untidy parcel," the older man chuckled.

Terry stood still and docile. She was pretty sure why she had been brought through here. These were men, and they were facing being trapped, maybe for days, and there was a woman present. This was a side of human nature that she was so familiar with. Her insides tingled. 

The ranger said, "Let me introduce ourselves. I'm Jack Cadding, in charge of this fucking dump. This here is Griz, the local wild man who lives in a shack up in the hills the year round. We only see him when the weather turns nasty."

"I'm not so wild and I've only come down for winter once before," Griz protested.

"Okay, "Jack admitted before going on. "And Bo Seager, my deputy, you've already met. He told me your name was Terry and I thought you were a man, but you're not, are you?" His smile was accompanied by a slight leer, which to some ladies would have been frightening, for Terry it was full of promise. God, she needed it.

She shook her head with eyes down, a shy, frightened female. There had been a time many years ago when she had fancied being an actress. Now she had a feeling that she was going to be able to test her skills in that direction. A quick glance at the poster reminded her that she didn't dare show any signs of wanting or needing sex.

Jack's dark eyes looked directly into her face, still surrounded by the blanket. "You like the comfort in here?"

Terry nodded and muttered, "Nice and warm."

Jack nodded, "Looks like you're stuck here for a while. Like to have your bunk against that wall until the snow goes?"

Terry had noticed that there were three bunks against three of the walls. She nodded her head, shyly, "That would be nice."


Snowed Up, Felt Up Ch. 01



Jack Cadding came around the desk to stand closer, while the one called Griz's face remained expressionless. "Well, we have a little proposition for you, if you really want to stay in the warmth."

Here it comes, Terry thought. What they thought was a challenge, and what she hoped was a promise of some fulfilment. Let's play the shy lady. She gave Jack what she hoped was an uncertain glance, and said, "Oh?"

Jack went on," If you want to stay in here you have to agree to do anything we ask."

"Anything?" Terry tried to look puzzled.

"Everything," Bo said excitedly, before adding with a snigger. "Like make me a coffee when I want it." 

"Or fetch logs for the stoves, to keep them stoked," Jack added.

Terry nodded her head, "I can manage that," she said quietly, wanting to scream for them to get to the point. She didn't have long to wait.

Jack took a deep breath as though nervous about going on, "Of course, we are men, deprived of the normal comforts. Part of your agreement would be that you would let us touch you whenever and wherever we wanted."

Terry felt herself stirring deep inside. Oh, she was enjoying this already. "You mean like stroke my hair, hold my hand---maybe touch my cheek, that sort of thing."

She loved the look of exasperation on Jack's face as he asked, "Are you a virgin?"

Terry tried hard to produce a blush as she replied, "No, I have had relations with men." Oh, God, have I not, she laughed inside her head.

"Long term?"

"Oh, no."

"How old are you?"

There was no need to lie, "I'm thirty five."

"How many men have you had?"

Terry was finding it very difficult to apply her innocent act, as laughter welled inside her. She was trying to do the maths inside her head to give a positive answer. Finally she decided that to divide by three hundred would give a fair figure, "Two," she said. "Why ask that?"

Jack sighed, "I told you. You have to do anything we ask. That means---anything."

"Everything," Bo put in again.

Deliberately, Terry lowered her eyes as she put on her nervous voice to say, "Oh, you mean—that?" In her head danced the unspoken words, 'You mean you want to fuck me?' 

"Yes, that."

"All of you?"

"We're three men with needs."

Terry, aiming to win an Oscar, raised a trembling hand to her lips, "Oh, I'm not sure I could do something like that."

Jack shrugged, "The option is yours, back in your cold cell, or out here to obey all our requests, but you'll be warm. And don't forget it could be several days before we are freed."

Terry licked her lips nervously, "Could I have some time to think about it?" 

Jack blew out his cheeks, "I'll give you fifteen minutes," he said, glancing at his watch. "And there's one other thing. If you do agree to our terms, should you at some time, refuse to do something, you'll be strung up to that," And he pointed at a metal ring in the ceiling," and you'll be severely punished. Right?"

Terry nodded meekly, and Jack said, "Okay, wrap yourself up and back to your cell. In fifteen minutes you have to give us your decision. Anything we ask or freeze in your cell."

Back in her cell, Terry sat on her bunk and hugged herself, not from cold, but from delight. It had been great leading them along, when all the time she knew she wouldn't mind having anyone of them up inside her, or fingering her. How surprised would they have been had they known she had actually moistened around about the time Jack had asked if she was a virgin? After two days she desperately needed to have her cunny filled.

They just had no idea how lucky they were. 

As footsteps sounded outside her cell she hugged herself once more. So this poor innocent woman is to be violated by these hungry men. There was a giggle on her lips as Bo opened the door, and she started wondering how fast she could make this twenty year old come. Oh, let's have some fun with these guys.

Jack and Griz were standing in front of the desk as she entered, Jack looked her up and down, and must have been wondering what could possibly be under this bulky mass of clothing—a bulky mass of woman maybe. But he immediately warned, "One thing I didn't mention before, if, after all this is over, you ever mention what happened here, I'll find you, or one of my many contacts will. You get the picture?"

Terry nodded meekly.

"So, have you come to a decision?"

Another nod, as she said in her weakest voice, "I want to be where it is warm"

Jack's smile was huge, "Great. Take the blanket away, Bo."

Terry felt the blanket being tugged from her head and shoulders. She had her hair pinned tight to her head, and Jack immediately said, "We'll have that loosened soon enough. But first get out of that stuff. You'll be cooking in all that cover."

Terry unzipped her thick anorak, and shrugged out of it. "It's my favourite jacket," she said. "I want to keep it safe." She didn't add the fact of her valuables being secreted in the lower folds. What she had in the bank was going to lead her into a very secure future.

"Hang it on the stand," Jack told her. "It'll be perfectly safe there."

Terry hung the anorak carefully as Jack said, "Now the body warmer. Christ, you shouldn't have been cold."

With the body warmer off, Terry knew that the thick jumper underneath disguised her breasts, but immediately Jack was telling her, "Better get out of the jumper."

Terry knew that under the jumper was a thick vest, so tight that she had done without a bra. Once they saw that, their interest would really build. So she gave him a worried look and said, "But—"

"Anything we ask," Jack reminded her, coldly.

Slowly, very slowly, she raised her hands to remove the jumper knowing that as she lifted it a more definite impression of her breasts would be revealed. Sure enough, as the jumper came over her head, she heard a couple of approving grunts.

Casting the jumper to one side, she stood and watched their hungry eyes feast over her bosom. She tried to look ashamed of herself.

"Get rid of the vest," Jack ordered.

Was her nervous glance around her convincing? "But I've nothing—I'll be half naked."

"Everything," Bo said firmly, ahead of Jack. His dark eyes were wide and excited.

Show real uncertainty now, Terry. Act your socks off. "I didn't know—didn't think I'd have to—"

"What?" Jack demanded.

"That it would be this quick. I've never taken my clothes off, when men are looking." And she wondered whether her trembling was realistic. Although that was helped by the charges she was getting in her lower belly. The men were excited, but not as much as she was.

Jack's voice took on a measure of harshness as he pointed at the ring in the ceiling, "Can I remind you? Anything is what you promised. Now, vest off."

Putting on her best pitiful expression, Terry crossed her arms and pulling the hem of her vest free of her jeans she began lifting it. They would be looking at her gently tanned lower ribcage now. The very idea of their eyes stroking her gave her insides the wobbles. Lifting higher, she knew the vest would snag slightly on her breasts. An extra tug made her bare breasts drop back into their natural position, and, as she cleared the vest over her head, she heard more appreciative grunts.

Casting the vest aside, as Jack murmured, "Christ, nice tits," Terry covered her breasts with her hands.

"They're called breasts," she informed him.

"Hands down by your sides," Jack ordered, and she obeyed.

"Whatever they're called," Griz put in quietly, "they do look good."

Terry was aware of Bo leaning in closer as though he couldn't believe it, and she had to force herself from smiling at his sharp intake of breath. She knew she had good breasts, and was proud that at her age they remained so firm and upright, despite all the pawing and mouthing they had enjoyed. The important thing about them was just how sensitive they were. Even now, three pairs of male eyes playing over them, was almost as good as having them licked. Her bloodstream flowed faster.

She stood there, trying to look like some little girl lost, and uncertain.

"We'd better have those thick jeans off, "Jack declared, then immediately held up a hand. "No. Undo that hair first."

Knowing exactly what lifting her hands to her hair would do to her breasts, Terry began the unpinning, enjoying the gawping lust on Jack's' face, and Bo's open mouthed amazement.

As her coal black hair fell loose to her shoulders, Jack said, "Yes, very effective. Now---the jeans."

"But—" Terry gave him a look of despair.

"But, nothing. Off."

Terry with what she hoped was reluctant obedience, unfastened the belt, and slid her hands inside the waistband of her jeans. Underneath all she had was a pair of woollen tights over thin panties. With deliberate clumsiness, she pushed the jeans down to her ankles, knowing that just bending down would do interesting things to her breasts.

All three men were obviously now very aware of the sensuous figure that was appearing in front of them. Bo's eyes looked as though they were going to pop out of his head. 

"Who'd think that a roughly wrapped parcel could hide such goodies?" Griz muttered, his hands rubbing over his face.

"What's under the tights?"Jack asked, his eyes lowered to her pubic zone.

"Just my panties, but I can't—" She applied the semi-pleading tone with such skill now.

"No, 'buts', damn it. Push them both down together."

"Oh, I'll be—" she tried to put a whimper in her voice.

"You made your choice, babe. Want me to do it?"

You do it, and you'll need to be fucking me within ten seconds, was the thought in Terry's mind as she stammered, "N-no. I'll d-do it." And she wondered if she might be overacting just a little. She sure was enjoying it. Yet she was wondering how she could disguise her libido when the touching actually started. That was going to take genuine acting.

Slowly Terry hitched her fingers under the top of her tights, pushed down until she encountered the panties, and slowly slid them over her hips, stooping low so she wasn't revealing too much of her bush. In any case she had to bend right down to get the tights over her feet 

As she slowly rose from her bent position, she placed a trembling hand over her bush, and pressed an arm over her breasts. "I—I—feel so vulnerable ," she made her voice quiver.

"Drop your hands," Jack ordered. Looking unwilling, Terry obeyed. 

"Wow!" Griz exclaimed, "That is some neat black triangle. Going to be hard to resist." Terry's smile of satisfaction was internal. Up until a couple of months ago, she had kept her pussy shaved. Clients liked it that way. She was so glad she had allowed the hair to grow back. Shaved pubes might have been a giveaway.

Bo was stretching out a hand towards her breasts, "Can I have first little feel?"

"Bo, keep your hands to yourself for now. You'll have a feel soon enough. We all will, won't we, Terry?" The look Jack gave her as he spoke was truly lecherous.

God, I hope so, but can we make it fast, my lower regions are melting, but all she said was, "I don't know."

"No," Jack affirmed, "After seeing that lovely body, it seems a pity that it's just a bit whiffy—what with all the sweat." Terry kept her head down as she thought, not to mention the moisture between my thighs, and Jack continued, "So, best she has a shower first, while we watch."

His statement surprised Terry. She thought they would, as Bo had just shown, be eager to get their hands on her. Still a shower seemed like a good idea, she had become a bit steamed up. She could really put a show on for them in taking a shower, but knew she'd need to keep it fairly normal.

"Will the water be warm?" she asked, with a nervous tone.

Jack nodded, "The big boiler heats sufficient hot water for two showers at a time. You'll enjoy being watched, won't you?"

Terry gave him a vague nod. He had no idea how much she'd enjoy being watched. Luckily the flow of water would disguise what might have shown on her thighs.

"Bo, go and make the water just right for our guest."

As Bo turned Terry noticed the bulge in his pants. Good to know that he was ready. She took a quick surreptitious look at the groin region of the other two men. Griz showed nothing, but she was sure there was a slight rise in Jack's pants. A shower and then how would they share her out? The very question moistened her further.

Bo had gone through the doorway on the far wall, and almost instantly she heard the rush of water. Jack waved her in that direction, and as she walked ahead of him and Griz, she was sure their eyes would be on the twitching of her buttocks, so she applied a very subtle hip sway.

The shower cubicle wasn't large, but it could probably take two people at the same time. As she stepped in, Bo handed her soap and a sponge. "Hang the towel near the door, Bo. So she can dry herself without anybody having first touch."

"Somebody's got to have first touch," Bo was arguing, as Terry closed the shower door and gave herself up to the flow of warm water. Through the glass walls she saw the three of them leaning against the far wall watching her. So she went through her deliberate ordinary shower act, but knew her actions would be stimulating for them, and no less so for her.

She quickly used the sponge to apply soap over her breasts, down over her belly, and between her thighs. Then, placing the sponge to one side, she ran her hands over her breasts, over and over again, trying desperately to ignore her own touch.

"Wipe the glass, we can't see," Jack called. Terry did that, before moving her hands down over her belly, and between her legs, back and forth, back and forth. There was much licking of lips from the three men. Sensitive to her own touch down there she wondered just how much of the moisture was shower water, and how much her own juices. 

Looking through the glass as it once more began to steam up she saw the three men. Bo was open mouthed, but all three were wide eyed, shuffling their feet agitatedly. Now she turned her back, bent forward slightly, as she soaped her cheeks and ran her fingers right along her groove.

"Out now," Jack called."That was very good." Easily pleased, Terry thought, as she stepped out of the cubicle and grabbed the large towel, which she wrapped around herself and started drying. The three men did not take their eyes off her the whole time 

Dry and ready for whatever was to come she did a little act of covering herself with the towel. Jack snatched it away and she was led, naked, back into the main office. Jack told her to stand against the wall not far from the main stove, and Bo and Griz went through towards the cells.

"They're going to carry your bunk through here," Jack told her, his eyes continually slipping down over her body.

Time to act worried. "Wh-wh—what are you going to do to me?" she whined, trying to look fearful, when she was actually eager, yet still knowing she needed to be guarded.

Jack's voice was gentle as he said, "You've been very good so far. So we want you to overcome any doubts about the things we're going to ask you to do."

At that moment the door opened and Bo appeared at one end of her bunk with Griz at the other. Quickly they placed the bunk so that it jutted out into the room, with space on either side. Terry watched with some curious amusement, as they knelt down at the far side of the bunk.

"If you just lie down on the bed, Terry," Jack instructed.

A shivering breath, bef

ore she asked, "Are you really all going to do that to me? You've seen all of my body."

Jack nodded, his eyes continually stroking over her, "Don't forget you accepted the terms. But, to help you on your way we want to touch your body."

"I don't know if I want that."

"Everything," Bo reminded her, his eyes fixed on her bush.

Jack nodded, and turned a grinning face to Griz," Tell her how long it is since you had a naked woman, Griz."

"Four years."

To get things moving she lowered herself onto the bunk, and lay on her back, jerking at the cold covers. Four years? Terry hoped he was going to be up for it. Jack had now knelt on the opposite side from the other two.

His face leaned over hers, "A gentle kiss, first?" Before she could frame a response, his warm lips covered hers. Terry kept her lips loosely together, feeling the attempted probe of his tongue. Oh, how she longed to open and have their tongues mingle.

From her left, she heard Bo say, "Just a touch." A hand moved from her shoulder slowly over her breast. Terry heard Bo's admiring moan. One finger had traced round her nipple. Hot flashes travelled down into her crevice. Oh, God, disguising her reactions was going to be difficult.

Griz's hand circled her belly, before moving up towards her breasts. Was the rougher surface of his hand even more stimulating?. 

Jack drew back from the kiss, and signalled to the other two, who removed their hands. There was no doubt he was in charge, but the removal of contact was so timely. Hot sparks were teasing her cunny muscles.

"Not had much experience of sex, have you?" Jack asked her. 

Good, Terry thought, her ruse was working so far. Adopting her near-virgin look, and, while she was thinking, 'if only you knew', she replied, "Can you tell?"

"It's fairly obvious."Jack admitted, with a crooked smile, and asked, "How exactly did the two men you've been with treat you?"

She gave much thought to her reply, and the way she delivered it. Hanging her head in what, she hoped, was a telling indication of shame, she told him. "Too much to drink on both occasions. The first one, against a wall and hands up my skirt, panties pulled aside, his thing pushed hard and hurting up my virgin passage, instant spurting, out and away."

She almost managed to force a tear as she looked up at Jack, "The second one -- in a garden behind a pub—oh, I don't want to talk about it. His thing pushed up me, emptied and away." Lip trembling, she decided to embellish her tale by adding, "I had to wipe their stuff off my legs."

Had she overdone it? Could she have said too much to be convincing?

But Jack's face, not to mention the face of the other two, showed what looked like real sympathy, as Jack said, "Bad experience, Terry. Touching intimate parts of your body can lead to high delights." 

Terry shook her head and tried to look dubious about his comment. Jack leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth, while Bo fondled her other breast, and Griz's hand rubbed into her pubic hair. As her body flinched, Jack said, "Just lie still. Let it happen." God, she'd fooled him into believing she was uneasy, when she was actually buzzing with suppressed pleasure.

But the flames that their actions were building inside her told Terry that if they touched her much more she would not be able to hide her wild libido. Now was the time for the great acting display, the disguise of rapture . Would they be taken in? Or would their own lusts carry her through? They were men. Men always believed they could satisfy a woman. Indispensible to her they might be, but sometimes men could be fools. All Terry hoped for was that this was one of those times.

Accordingly, she gave a grunt followed by a quick, short, hopefully agonised, scream, pulled a face, and with her eyes appearing to be completely closed, she lashed out wildly with her arms, and threshed with her legs. The action caught Jack across the forehead before he could stagger back from her breast, it knocked Bo's arm away, and Griz leaned back to avoid her kicking legs, while Terry set her body twitching about the bed.

"Christ, is she having a fit?" Bo gasped.

Terry had learned the technique long ago of appearing to have her eyes tight closed, when she was able to maintain a lash shaded view around her. The three were staring at her thrashing body, uncertain of what to do. She opened her eyes once, allowed them to roll around her head, before nearly closing them again, and having her mouth gape, before twisting her face back into that agonised expression.




Snowed Up, Felt Up Ch. 01



"I don't think that's orgasm," Griz observed.

"What the hell, is it then?" Jack said, moving closer. Through her narrowed eyes she could see the hungry look he was giving her heaving body, as her hips did a little heave. "Our little touch couldn't have lifted her to this."

Rolling and heaving, Terry saw his hand indicate her whole body, then to her delight that hand moved down to his own crotch as he groaned, "I'll tell you what though, I'm fancying a fuck at her while she's moving like that---Christ, those hips, look at the way—" He didn't finish what he was saying as he unzipped his pants, and withdrew his erect cock.

"But if it's a fit—" Terry heard Griz, but her eyes were all for what Jack was doing. A cock, at last, a solid hard cock. She opened her eyes wide to get a better look at that purple head, as it came nearer. Then as part of her 'fit' she closed them again, and reapplied the suffering face.

"Are you really going to fuck her when she's like that?" Griz asked, some concern showing on his fuzzed face.

Jack was moving over her, as he replied, "Have you ever been up a woman whose body was moving like this?" Do it, Terry wanted to scream. Now she was near desperation to have that rod inside her. Jack was sliding between her twitching, swivelling thighs as he added, "Might be taking advantage, but fuck that."

Now came her biggest test. How to make this convincing? His cock was right there between her threshing thighs, and he was trying to hold her steady while his fingers probed for her hole. Electrons sparked through her body as he found it, and his exclamation of, "Jesus, she's soaked down there. Get in there!"

The next second came the exquisite sensation of a hot iron hard cock, driving up in to her eager depths. Terry had thought out how she would handle this moment without giving too much away. Her arm waving stopped so that they dropped around Jack's shirt bound back, and she clenched her whole body, especially her thighs around that heaving cock. She moved her head more slowly from side to side, with her teeth clenched, lips tight, and, eyes wide open now, pupils fixed in the top of her head, as though in a trance.

"She doesn't look right, Jack," Bo's voice warned.

Jack gave a couple of deep, deep thrusts, as Terry deliberately flexed her cunny muscles, and Jack's almost breathless voice above her croaked, "Well, she feels bloody fantastic." Terry felt his body check and tremble, as he cried, "Oh, shit, shit, shit." 

His hips jerked spasmodically and his cock pulsed as Terry knew he was spurting inside her. One small triumph she hoped. Her first cock for a few days hadn't quite got her all the way, but what she had experienced she was sure she had disguised better than she had hoped.

Now, apply the stunned, wide eyed, open mouthed face, as Jack slid out of her, and began to dismount from her thighs.

"Fuck, I've never come that quickly. How the hell was that?"

Give the strained, surprised voice now, Terry. "What's happened?" she asked dumbly. "I've been lost somewhere."

"You don't know?" 

Shaking her head, she fixed on the spot where Jack's limp penis hung outside his pants. "Are you going to put that in me?" she asked, with a little applied whimper.

Jack turned angrily to Griz, as the hill man gave a snorted chortle. Then he turned back to look into Terry's eyes, "It's been up you. Didn't you feel it? Your cunt was twitching like crazy."

Terry gave another vague shake of her head," That's not a nice word, but I didn't feel anything," she lied happily.

Jack ordered Bo to get him a towel, and when it came he wiped his cock before putting it away, and huffily zipping up his pants. Terry saw him draw in a deep breath before he asked her, "You're sure you felt nothing?"

Terry shook her head trying to look sorry, but then she said, "That's weird though, I've got a funny feeling down there now. Like it's wetness coming out of me. I'm not bleeding, am I?" She knew full well it was Jack's juices sliding out of her.

Jack's eyes dropped to her bush, and he angrily threw the towel down there. "Wipe yourself." he snapped.

Wearing her best puzzled frown, Terry wiped the towel over her thighs and raised it to see what had been there. "It looks like man's stuff, but how's that?" 

"Because I fucked you," Jack almost yelled, and Terry saw that even Bo was grinning. As she towelled more deeply down along her crevice, she saw Bo's eyes following every motion and noticed how his pants were jutting. Almost time for stage two. So far it had been too good to be true, it had gone so well. Terry knew she had to maintain her control.

She shook her head, put on the slightly puzzled face, and allowed her fingers to drift cautiously through her bush, "That's strange," she murmured.

"What's strange?" Jack asked, and Terry could tell he was still miffed by her denial of his presence inside her.

"Well, I do have a feeling down there," Terry said uncertainly, allowing her eyes to drift over all three men. "I've never had that before."

"What kind of feeling?" Bo asked, moving closer.

Terry shrugged, "It's hard to describe. It's like an empty tube—I've never had that kind of feeling. Something I don't recognise."

Bo had leaned over her, after glancing up at Jack as though asking permission before making his bold offer. Jack simply shrugged a go ahead gesture, and Bo was already unzipping his pants when he asked, "Do you think I could fill it for you?"

"For God's sake, Bo," Jack exclaimed with some aggravation, "don't forget the fucking rules. If you want it she has to let you."

Bo had already pulled out his hard cock, and was holding it in eager hands. Terry put on her worried, nervous face, as she said, "With that, your thing?" When Bo nodded his head she asked, "Will it hurt?"

Jack's exasperation was growing, and Terry wondered when the steam would start coming out of his ears. He snarled, "Christ, you've already been fucked. Did that hurt?"

"Oh, you mean those two men," Terry said, watching Jack's face turn almost purple."But that was a long time ago." Jack turned away, muttering indistinctly.

Meanwhile Bo had bent down and he started to fondle and lick Terry's breasts. "Oh, that's what you want. I thought—" she teased.

"No, no, I want to fuck you," Bo said desperately, and scrambled between her thighs, and Terry felt him struggle to place his cock head into her gap. She wasn't sure what she was going to get here, always having avoided the nineteen or twenty year old clients in the house. 

The slow slide of his decent sized cock up her cunny would have been good and teasing, but she knew he was just being cautious. Terry could not afford teasing, she wanted steel, hard steel, and with some regret she flexed her cunny muscles, heard his desperate gasp, as his rod thrust wildly up into her and immediately began pulsing out his seed.

That's life, Terry thought, as Bo's head collapsed into her neck and he mumbled his apologies. Terry had got very little out of that session except a raised need for fulfilment that she worried might yet give her away. She didn't know how long they'd be in this situation, but she made a silent promise to Bo that, in whatever time they had, she would try to give him some guidance in enjoying a woman.

As his flaccid cock slipped out of her, Terry reached for the towel, and before Bo moved away she gave him a gentle wipe. His grateful look was good for both of them. 

"By God, that was a quickie, Bo. Are you always like that?" Jack's voice was almost triumphant, and he failed to catch Terry's annoyed look.

Then she began wiping the come that dribbled out of her. She noticed that Griz had sidled closer, as he growled, "Christ, I can't let this go. Four fucking years. I'll have to fuck you."

Promises, promises, Terry thought, but she was definitely in need of something more than she'd had so far. So she was still at risk of revealing her true libido. Then she noticed that Griz had started unbuttoning his shirt. "You're bare-assed, I may as well make it even."

As he peeled away his shirt there were gasps all round, and Jack declared, "Jesus, no wonder they call you Grizzly."

"My darling Phoebe gave me that name the first time I came on to her," Griz told them, as he unbuckled his jeans.

Terry had never seen a more hairy body. Griz's shoulders, arms, chest and belly, as far as she could see it as his jeans were lowered, were coated in thick black hair. Then, as the jeans dropped and he stamped his way out of them, Terry had an even greater surprise.

Her shock was summed up by Bo's comment, "Christ, Terry, you're going to be fucked by a real bear. Look at that thing."

Naked, Griz did indeed have a bearish look about him, but, given the number of cocks Terry had encountered, there had not been many that were longer, or fatter. Yes, given a deserved reputation, there had been the occasional well-endowed black man. But pointing its purple head to the ceiling, Griz's cock was as gnarled and huge as a tree trunk. Terry's need to feel it in her cunny was almost a pain.

Griz came and knelt at Terry's side. The roughness of his hand as it spread over her breasts increased her desire even more. "I'm going to fuck you now, you know that?" Such blue eyes regarded her as she nodded her answer. "I want you to know that I have no wish to hurt you. But it has been such a long time, keeping control might be difficult."

Terry so appreciated his concern that she risked being personal when she asked, "Did you ever hurt your Phoebe?"

Griz leaned back, maybe shocked by the impertinence of her question. Then his blue eyes held hers as he quietly said, "Only in our first week. She was a very adaptable little lady." His head nodded before he stood up and moved over her, "Right, let's do this."

Terry found herself trembling as he parted her thighs. She was so eager to know how much this man could feed her desires. First, he had her gasping as momentarily the whole weight of his bulky body came down on her, before he took some weight on his arms. Partly from curiosity she allowed her hands to trail over his hairy back, down as far as the bristling buttocks, his hairiness was an extra turn-on, so sensuous. 

Even as Terry came to terms with the hirsute skin under her hands, Griz's cock stormed up her eager cunny, all the way at one stroke, filling her massively, causing her to give an involuntary grunt . Amazement and delighted surprise shot through her as his immense organ seemed to crash against some internal part of her.

Griz bent his head to suck hard at her nipples, and there was a frantic urgency about him, an urgency that transferred itself into Terry's eager cunny passage. God, she could take more of this, but could she disguise the fever that Griz's power aroused inside her? As she dealt with that thought his pounding, his thrusting became even fiercer.

For Terry it was unbelievably close to total satisfaction. She could not prevent little grunts of pleasure at each deep stroke.

"You're hurting her, Griz," Jack said loudly, misreading her joyful vocalisations. There was a wild orgasm coming over her like some great storm. A climax that she hadn't experienced for some time. Again, and again, each thrust became more furious. Terry's whole body was being propelled up the bed under the force of each stroke until her head was jammed against the wall. 

Griz's breathing was heavier, and faster as his hands gripped her hips and heaved her even harder onto his massive rod, and at the same time eased her head away from the wall. It was immense all along her cunny passage. Terry was sure she could sense, every undulation of his tree trunk cock, and he was driving her into the realms of an ecstasy which she was supposed to disguise. 

She heard a whimper, and it was her own. "You're going to damage her," Jack's voice was heard again. Terry tried to shake her head in denial of that. No, Griz was lifting her, taking her, carrying her to incredible heights, while she was desperately trying to hide the orgasm which was almost upon her. 

It was at that moment that Griz began to pound even faster. his hands hauling her hips up to him. Terry knew she was in the midst of a gorgeous orgasm. Her mind was so far away, out in space somewhere, almost out of reach, and she guessed that Griz might be aware of it. 

Terry reached into the shattering oblivion she was experiencing, made herself scrunch up her face tight, and clamp her lips tight together to suppress any cries of release. That action highlighted all the other impulses in her body, wild convulsions of heart and womb. Even externally, the sensation of Griz's hairy chest and belly against the smoothness of her own skin was tantalising.

The increased urgency of Griz's lunges told her they were almost going to share a joint climax. The anguished strangled voice that issued from his mouth, as his head was thrown back, told it all, "Oh, Christ, yes, get it. Take it. All of it. Four fuckless years. Take it all. God, yes, all of it. Aah."

Terry knew only too well the moment when a cock was emptying inside her. There was that massive final push and, in this case, she was sure she actually felt his come spurting, but it was probably her own juices, exalting in his power.

Slowly, Griz's movements eased, and his thrusts lessened, and his head came up to look at her anxiously, "Have I hurt you?"

Terry had some sensibility left to ask her question, "What happened just now?"

Bo's voice came in to disturb her, "She looked like she was coming." Terry was glad to hear Jack's challenge, "Have you ever seen a woman coming, Bo?"

Bo turned away, muttering, "Well, it looked like it might have been that. Her mouth was open and—"

"So was yours," Jack laughed. "Were you coming?"

Griz's blue eyes looked down at her, "Did I hurt you? Did you come?" 

"I don't know, what it should be like," she lied, stroking her hands along his wonderful hairy back. "I think I felt you coming."

Griz laughed, "You're bloody right, and I think you'll have plenty of proof of that very soon. We'd better have the towel ready."

His cock took a while to soften, and she was very aware of him giving her a couple of extra, playful thrusts. But then he was sliding out of her, and rolling away to sit on the edge of the bunk. He had grabbed the towel and after a quick wipe passed it back to Terry, who was happy to grab it to stem the flood that wanted to pour out of her cunny.

Jack sat on the opposite side of the bunk, placed a hand on her belly, and said, "Tell us about what you felt."

"I don't know what to say."

"Christ, you've just been fucked three times. You must have something to say about it." Terry saw Griz, as he stepped into his pants, give Jack a hard stare, but Jack went on. "Was it better than with those other two guys?"

Terry's mind was racing as she searched for acceptable answers. Her first attempt was totally wrong, "Oh, yes, they were finished much faster than Bo was." She saw the disappointment on Bo's face, and desperately tried to rectify any damage. "I've never done it like this before—naked, and with stroking and everything."

"But did you enjoy any of it?" Jack hissed angrily.

Griz's voice, breaking in, surprised Terry, "Jack, what was your aim when we first gave her the choice? To screw her, wasn't it?"

Jack scowled at Griz, "You know it was."

"And have you done that?"

Jack gave a begrudging, "You know that. Yes."

"So why are you quizzing her? Why are you bothered whether she enjoyed it or not? Want her to give you a certificate of approval?"

Terry could have hugged Griz all over again, but she thought that it might be a good time to help settle things. With her eyes lowered as though in shame, she whispered, "It must be nice to enjoy it the way men do."

Bo jumped in with, "Jack, you've said all along that she has to do whatever we ask. Whether she likes it or not doesn't seem that important." 

Jack tried to recover some ground, "We could be locked in here for days. Fucking a dead piece of meat isn't too exciting "

"Looked pretty exciting for you the way you came so fast," Griz reminded him,

Without responding to that, Jack told Bo, "There are shirts in that bottom drawer. Get one. She best be covered up when we're not---doing anything."

Within a minute, Terry was standing up and shrugging into a blue cross striped shirt, a bit like the one Griz was wearing. It felt massive. 

Jack half smiled as he said, "Hangs well from her tits."

"They're breasts," Terry told him, feeling slightly silly in the shirt that reached down to just above her knees.

Laughing, Bo pulled at the front of the shirt so that it stuck out way in front of her. "Plenty of room for growth," he said. 

"Right," Jack said, "Terry we want three coffees, pronto."

An instruction that didn't involve sex, that was something. She served up the three coffees, and in the process noted how slowly water boiled on the smaller stove. She guessed it would be a task she'd be doing often.

The three men sat around the desk and Jack was shuffling a pack of cards. "Play cards?" he asked, and when she shook her head, he asked the others if there was anything they wanted from her, otherwise, she could go to bed.

"What about a good night kiss?" Bo piped up cheerily.

"Good idea," Jack agreed. "Kisses all round."

Griz was nearest so she went to him, and he held up his face for her to place a gentle kiss on his lips. When she moved onto Bo, he tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Not that she would have minded, but she determined to keep a measure of control.

She pulled away feigning annoyance,"That's not a good night kiss." she declared.

"I can have anything I want, can't I, Jack?" Bo sounded like a little boy.

Jack shrugged, "We did say just a good night kiss."

Griz added, "And they should be warm and gentle."

Bo made a huffy noise, and Terry was so pleased with the way that both Griz and Jack had backed her up, that when she moved onto Jack, the kiss she delivered was just a few degrees above warm. For a brief moment she feared that she might have overdone it, but was relieved when Jack leaned back, and said, "That was very pleasant, Terry. Good night. Right, cards---- twenty one?"

As Terry turned from the desk, Griz held up a finger as he climbed to his feet, stepped in front of her, and lifted her bunk so that one side was against the wall. "That'll be better," he said, giving her a smile. 

Slightly dazed by the considerate behaviour of Jack and Griz, Terry climbed into her bunk pulled the blanket high and lay facing the wall. She had no intention of going to sleep, as she was pretty sure that sooner rather than later she would be the subject of the conversation. Let them play their card game. They would want to be sure she was asleep before they talked.

After about fifteen minutes Terry was making deliberately loud deep breathing noises. The voices had been low pitched around the desk, but at last Jack declared, "Oh, this is a boring game. Change to poker?" There were grunts of agreement before Jack spoke again, "I've had some thoughts about tomorrow, and how we use her."

"Sssh, Jack," Bo's voice, "she might hear."

Griz: "No, she's well away. Listen." And there was a pause before Jack called gently, "Terry!" And just a little louder, "Terry!"

Terry didn't move, and continued the heavy breathing.

Jack: "Must have been tired."

Bo (with a little giggle): "Should be, she's been fucked three times."

Jack: "Funny the way she went through all that thrashing and clenching. Did she orgasm? " Terry tensed, this was the area that might tell her how good her act had been

Griz: "No, it was probably shock."

Jack: "Shock?"

Griz: "Think about it. She's thirty five years old, and, until today, she's only had two cocks up her, in and out, she said. But that's not being fucked, is it?"




Snowed Up, Felt Up Ch. 01



Terry liked the way Griz was thinking.

Jack: "Good point, Griz. And the touching and stroking before that."

Bo: "Stripping in front of us. She'd never done that before."

Jack: "And taking a shower while we watched."

Griz: "Must have been hard for a shy woman. Our eyes on her all the time."

Bo: "Christ, she's a shapely bitch."

Griz: "Don't call her that."

Bo: "Why not?"

Griz: "It's disrespectful. Her name is Terry."

Bo (A sneer in his voice): "And what we've been doing to her wasn't disrespectful?"

Jack: "She had a choice."

Griz: Fuck or freeze. Some choice.

Bo: "Christ, Griz, you sound sorry for her."

Griz: "I've been thinking ahead. How long are we going to be locked in here? It can't all be involved with her."

Jack: "Good point, Griz. We'll have to work around that. But I've been thinking about our time with---on—Terry."

Bo (in a growling voice): Oh, so have I. There's so much I want to do to her. You know she hasn't handled our cocks yet."

Terry, under her blanket had to smile at Bo's bravado

Jack: "Plenty of time. No, but today was a try out. And she did what she was told, with all of us watching. But I would like to have a session with her by myself—no eyes watching."

Bo: "Nice idea Jack. But the only option for that is a bitterly cold cell or the bathroom."

Jack: "The bathroom—yes, possibly, but there's no room to drag a bunk in there, and access to the toilet would be blocked. No, what I was thinking was rigging up a sheet or blanket around her bunk, and when we wanted to have her alone—we could enter her boudoir."

They laughed together, and Terry imagined him making a gesture in the direction of her bunk at that point. She thought it sounded like a good idea though. To have someone like Griz poking her in private was very appealing.

Griz: "I like the sound of that." And Terry felt a little charge at his words. It was as though he was in tune with her thoughts.

Bo: "She would have some time with all of us though, wouldn't she?"

Jack: "Oh, yes, we'll invent some games. There's going to be some long days ahead."

Bo (with another lustful chuckle): "Being well fucked for four or five days, she might get to like it and---Hey, yes, start coming onto us. Desperate for it."

Terry could only just suppress a chuckle at Bo's continued belief in his own meagre ability, but Griz's response had her moistening with the promise of his words.

Griz: "I've always thought that the aim for good fucking is for both people to share the pleasure. I don't mind telling you I'm going to try to help her enjoy it, even if she is unwilling at first."

Jack: "Oh, yes, the great lover. Come on, let's play cards."

Their voices faded into lower tones connected with their game, and smiling at Griz's words, Terry snuggled down wondering just how long she could deceive them and how long it would be necessary. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.