"I don't want
to talk about it," I interrupted her. "The money's on the piano.
Take it and get out."
"I'm not ready
to leave yet."
"I've been
doing some more digging around. I know my husband's involved in
this and..."
"Of course
he's not!" she laughed.
"You were seen
with him, by the common."
"That's
rubbish. He's a good fuck, and I might come round and get him to
fuck me again, but..."
"Take the
money and get out!"
"By the way,
the video tape came out really well. My boss is delighted with it,
he's made several copies."
"There's no
more money, so you can do what you like. There'll be no more books,
and no more money."
"Selina, you
don't seem to understand," she began, sitting in the armchair.
"Your husband is tied up, being held hostage, and you're saying
that there'll be no more money or books."
"I don't
believe that he's been taken hostage, it's rubbish."
"You really
think that he's in this with me, don't you?"
"Damned right
I do!"
"OK, I'll
leave the money here, and you'll see what happens."
"Yes, that's a
good idea - let's see what happens."
"Right, the
choice is yours," she taunted, leaping to her feet. "I'll tell my
boss that you wouldn't pay up and you'll see what happens. I'll be
in touch."
Recalling
Chrissy's words as the tart left, I knew I was taking a risk, but I
felt that it was the right thing to do. The ball was in their court
now, it was their move. Speculating on the outcome if Danny really
had been taken hostage, I knew they wouldn't kill him - and they
couldn't keep him prisoner forever. Eventually, they'd have to
release him and... They might come for me, I thought. If the thugs
came to the house... All I could do was wait.
Spending
several hours working on the book, I was surprised how much I'd
written. Considering my husband might be in real danger, I'd worked
extremely well. I'd at least expected a phone call from the girl,
more threats and demands - but there'd been nothing. Perhaps they
were wondering what to do, planning their next move. When the phone
finally rang, I took a deep breath and lifted the receiver.
"Selina, it's
me," Danny said urgently.
"Where are
you?" I asked angrily.
"You know
where I am! Why didn't you give her the money?"
"I haven't got
any more money, Danny. She took five thousand the other day, that
was all the bank would give me."
"You sound so
cold and callous, Selina."
"Of course I'm
not, I'm worried sick. But what can I do?"
"Get some
money and get me out of this place, for Christ's sake!"
As the phone
went dead, I hung up, wondering what would happen next. I knew
Danny would call again, or possibly the girl, and I was right.
Within ten minutes the phone rang. I ignored it for a while,
stupidly thinking that I'd let them sweat. Finally, I lifted the
receiver.
"Meet me in
the woods," the bitch ordered me.
"No way!" I
returned.
"If you want
proof that we've got Danny, meet me in the woods in fifteen
minutes."
"I know you
and your bloody tricks!" I spat.
"Fifteen
minutes. And bring the money with you!"
The situation
was getting worse by the minute. What proof could she give me? I
wondered. Would they take Danny there? No, of course they wouldn't.
Stuffing the cash into my bag and leaving the house, I decided not
to go into the woods, but stay on the common. They'd hardly grab me
in broad daylight, not with people about. At some stage, they'd
have to come out of the woods to speak to me.
Unfortunately,
there weren't many people on the common - only a man with his dog
and a couple walking hand in hand. Standing close to the trees, my
anxiety rising, I called the bitch, but there was no reply. I was
going to have to play the waiting game, I knew, as I sat on the
grass. Whoever was under cover of the trees with the girl would
have to come out eventually.
After a while,
I heard the girl calling me and rose to my feet. Turning round, I
couldn't see her as she called me again. Was Danny with her? I
wondered as I ventured a little closer to the pathway. Whoever was
with her, whatever her threats, there was no way she'd lure me into
the woods.
"Selina, we
haven't got all day!" she shouted.
"Come out into
the open!" I yelled. "I'm not coming in!"
"Danny's here
with us!"
Certain it was
a trap I resisted the temptation to enter the woods. If they did
have Danny tied up and gagged... I didn't know what to do. Perhaps
I should get help? I pondered, but the man with his dog had long
since gone and there was no one else on the common.
"God," I
murmured, cautiously following the path. "What the hell am I
doing?" Walking deeper into the dark woods, I finally came to the
clearing and stared at the bitch. Standing either side of her were
the two young men, grinning as they looked me up and down. But
there was no sign of Danny.
"Well, where
is he?" I asked. "If this is another one of your tricks..."
"Where's the
money?"
"Here," I
said, passing her my bag.
"So far, so
good. You'd better take a look at this Polaroid," she smiled,
passing me the photograph.
Gazing at the
picture of Danny tied to a chair, a bolt of fear shot through me.
With a dirty brick wall behind him, he could well have been in a
basement. I had to accept that I'd been wrong. If only I'd... If
only, if only. Looking up at the girl, her dishevelled blonde
tresses, I knew what was going to happen as she slipped her coat
off, revealing her curvaceous, naked body.
"Clothes off,
Selina," she grinned, snatching the photograph and dropping it into
her bag. "Hurry up, you've kept us waiting long enough as it
is."
"No, no more
sex," I returned, gazing at her pink inner lips protruding from her
vaginal crack. "You can have the money, but no more sex."
"Here we go
again," she sighed, taking the whip from her bag. "I'll teach you
to be obedient if it's the last thing I do. Now, take your clothes
off!"
As the men
blocked the pathway and unbuttoned their shirts, I couldn't believe
that I walked straight into their lair again. I'd vowed never to be
lured into the clearing by the cow but, in my stupidity, there I
was! Watching the young men tug their trousers down, their erect
penises catapulting into view, my stomach somersaulted. A pang of
arousal sending a quiver through my pelvis as they pulled their
foreskins back, I imagined sucking their swollen knobs into my
mouth.
My thoughts
lurching between Danny's predicament and my soaring arousal, I was
horrified as my clitoris swelled and pulsated. How could I be
thinking of enjoying sex with two strange men at a time like this?
What had happened to me to put crude sex before my husband? My
cunt, my insatiable clitoris, was beginning to rule my life.
Unbuttoning my
blouse as the bitch again ordered me to strip, I recalled whipping
her naked buttocks, forcing the cucumber deep into her tight
bottom-hole. She'd have her revenge, I knew, as I slipped my blouse
off and tugged my skirt down. I couldn't endure another thrashing
and yet, to my horror, the thought excited me, juiced my pussy.
Pulling my
panties down, I kicked them aside and unhooked my bra. My nipples
becoming erect in the cool air of the woods, my outer labia
swelling, I felt my juices of arousal oozing from my tightening
cunt, trickling in little streams over my inner petals. Recalling
the girl's tongue between my love lips, licking my clitoris to
orgasm, the shocking truth registered. From a faithful, loving wife
I'd changed into a bisexual... A nymphomaniac?
"Kneel down,
slave!" she ordered me as the naked men stood before me. "Kneel
down and suck their cocks." Dropping to my knees, I gazed at their
huge organs, their purple knobs. Slave? Quietly submissive,
completely obedient, I didn't protest as they projected their hips,
their swollen plums pressing against my moistening lips.
Both at once?
I pondered, opening my mouth as wide as I could and taking their
glans inside. Cupping their heavy balls in each hand, I sucked and
ran my tongue over their silky-smooth knobs, wondering what it
would be like to have two cocks sperming in my mouth. Although
aware of my crude and immoral behaviour, I couldn't deny the
immense pleasure I was deriving from the obscene act. Sucking off
two men at the same time? Impatient for two knobs to spunk in my
mouth? I'd changed beyond all recognition!
For some
reason, I forgot about Danny, his predicament. I didn't know why,
but it was as if I didn't care about him as I sucked the men's
twitching knobs deeper into my thirsty mouth. In a way, I blamed
him for my transformation. If he'd allowed me to go to the police,
if he'd not paid the girl in the first place, if... It was his
fault that I was naked in the clearing, desperate for the strange
men to spunk in my mouth.
"Do you like
being mouth-fucked by two stiff cocks?" the girl giggled, moving in
with the video camera. More incriminating evidence, I mused,
wanking the men's solid shafts as I mouthed and tongued their
knobs. But I was beyond caring - nothing mattered anymore. I'd been
wrenched from a life of normality and plunged into a world of
insanity where sexual abuse reigned. Frighteningly metamorphosed
into a sex-ravenous creature.
Where to from
here? I pondered as the men began gasping, their orgasms
dangerously close as their knobs swelled within my gobbling mouth.
What would my relationship with Danny become now? Where would my
creative writing take me? I could no longer write about romance,
about love. The swamp of my mind bubbling with thoughts of crude
sex, I could no longer comprehend love.
"Coming!" one
of the men breathed. Wanking their shafts faster, I moved my head
back until their swollen knobs were enveloped by my lips, my tongue
snaking around their salty plums. Sperm suddenly jetting from one
cock, I sucked and drank as the other man reached his climax and
pumped his spunk into my mouth. Fervently gobbling, swallowing the
gushing liquid, I felt my clitoris pulsate, my vaginal muscles
tighten, squeezing out my sex juices. Lost in my debauchery, I took
the orgasming knobs to the back of my throat, my lips stretched
tautly around the twitching shafts as I drank their jetting lust
milk.
"That's good,"
the girl murmured, moving the camera closer to my face, capturing
the jism dribbling down my chin as the men mouth-fucked me. "We've
really got you now." I didn't care what they'd got, photographs,
video tapes... Had I found my domain? I wondered, drinking the last
of the men's sperm as their cocks began to deflate. Was this my
kingdom?
As the penises
withdrew from my wet mouth, I lapped up the sperm coursing down my
chin, wondering what crude act I was to perform next. Lick the girl
to orgasm? I pondered, gazing at the opaque liquid dripping from
her inner sex lips as she stood before me. Handing the camera to
one of the men, she peeled her fleshy outer lips apart, exposing
her wet, pink folds to my wide eyes.
Gazing at her
sexual centre, the pink flesh forming a cone around her open
vaginal portal, I wondered how many cocks she'd had spunking inside
her cunt. Focusing on her ripening clitoris emerging from beneath
its pinken hood, I imagined her masturbating with a vibrator, her
clitoris pulsating in orgasm, her juices of arousal spurting from
her gaping sex hole.
Ordering me to
lap up her cunt milk, she moved closer, her open vulva only inches
from my face. Pushing my tongue out, I breathed in her female
scent, realizing that neither of the men had touched her. Why
hadn't they fucked her? Why hadn't she sucked their cocks to
orgasm? Only Danny had fucked her, and again, I began to wonder
whether he was in league with her. Was she remaining faithful to
him? Apart from my tongue entering her vagina, was she saving her
cunt for his cock? As I began licking the wet flesh surrounding her
open hole, my lesbian arousal mounting, all thoughts of Danny
faded.
"Lick me until
I come!" she gasped, parting her pussy lips further, fully exposing
the swollen nodule of her erect clitoris. Moving up her yawning sex
valley, I snaked my tongue around her pleasure spot as the men
knelt either side of me. A finger delving between my swollen sex
lips, penetrating my cunt, I gasped as another finger slipped
between my buttocks and massaged my anal rose.
Sucking the
girl's clitoris into my mouth as the finger entered my rectal duct,
massaging the velveteen walls of my secret sheath, I closed my eyes
as another finger caressed my pulsating clitoris. Swamped in sex,
my mind drifting upon a sea of lust, I sensed the beginnings of my
orgasm stirring within my trembling womb. The girl gasping above me
as her clitoris swelled beneath my sweeping tongue, I knew we were
going to come together as she clung to my head to steady her
sagging body.
"God, yes!"
she cried, forcing her vulval flesh hard against my mouth as my own
orgasm erupted. A second finger entering my anal duct, stretching
my brown ring wide open, I fervently sucked and mouthed the girl's
sex button as my orgasm completely engulfed my very being. On and
on the waves of pleasure emanated from my throbbing clitoris and
rolled through my naked body, touching every nerve ending,
tightening every muscle.
"Finger my
cunt!" she gasped, her vaginal juices spurting from her open hole
as I slipped a finger into her tight sex duct. Locating her anal
portal, I pushed another finger deep into her hot bottom-hole and
began thrusting, pistoning her two sheaths. Writhing, she gripped
my head harder, gyrating her hips as I sustained her climax. My own
orgasm peaking as fingers thrust in and out of my lust holes, my
cunt milk flowing in rivers down my inner thighs, I thought I'd
pass out from the immense pleasure.