The Unexpected

THE UNEXPECTED

By OdieK

Author Note: Another one pulled from the vault. This is a work of fiction only where all characters are over the age of eighteen.

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Chapter One

It was early afternoon when the Chevrolet pulled up in front of Cynthia's Hamilton's house.

"Thanks for the ride home John", Cynthia said, "It was impossible to finish the day with this darn migraine headache."

"No problem", John answered.

"I only thank God that Mr. Robertson was kind enough to let me go home early", she continued referring to her boss.

"Yah, you're lucky. He generally takes a pretty hard ass view when people ask to cut Friday short because they're not feeling too well", he said making quotation marks with his fingers when he said, "feeling too well!"

Cynthia did her best to smile through yet another wave of migraine pain that left her disoriented and extremely dizzy. She wished that her co-worker would refrain from swearing as much as he did though.

"You alright?" John asked concerned putting his hand lightly on her shoulder.

"Yes. Just give me a minute", she replied breathing deeply with her eyes closed as she leaned into the dashboard of the old car.

While John was sympathetic and waited patiently he took the moment to notice how her large breasts pushed at the loose sweater when she leaned forward. "What a piece of ass!" he thought lasciviously licking his lower lip trying to see if he could make out the outlines of her nipples.... he couldn't.

John had been working in the mailroom at Capital insurance for almost a year after his father (the General Manager) had threatened to kick him out of the house unless he either got off the couch and got a job or got off the couch and continued his education. John had reluctantly chosen the former. He had just turned twenty.

John's transition into the workplace was anything but smooth. His father had intervened on his behalf a half dozen times when supervisors wanted to let him go. Complaints ranged from using company computers to download pornography to hiding in the women's washroom. John had argued that the women's washroom incident was a simple mistake claiming that the symbols on the washroom doors were not clear. The company had since removed the symbols and replaced them with "men" and "women".

Finally the pain dissipated and Cynthia sat upright once again. She was still breathing deeply. John watched as her full breasts rose and fell with each deep breath. He wondered if she breathed like that during sex and pictured her riding a long hard cock thrashing uncontrollably caught up in the passion.

"It was even nicer of him to agree to let you take me home", she said not realizing that Mr. Robertson looked for any opportunity to get John out of the office. Mr. Robertson was sick and tired of fielding complaints about John's behavior from the female employees - complaints he couldn't do anything about without causing considerable difficulty with employees aligned with John's father.

"Ah well", John started to say, "I'm only the mail boy and I don't have to start collecting office mail for another hour or so."

Cynthia gathered up her purse and reached for the door handle.

John got out of the car and raced around to the passenger side opening the door for her, taking her offered hand to help her out.

"Why thank you John, that's very gentlemanly of you", she smiled at him unaware of his transgressions towards women.

"You're very welcome", he replied. "Can I help you to the house?", he asked noting that she was a little unsteady on her feet.

"No thankyou John, I'll be just fine as soon as I can get my migraine medicine and lie down for an hour or two."

"I'm sure that your husband will be able to help you as soon as he gets home", John said.

"Unfortunately Mr. Hamilton is out of town on business and won't be returning until late next week", she innocently replied.

John felt his penis harden. A flurry of thoughts went through his mind. He had dreamed of Cynthia Hamilton ever since the day he first saw her at work. Beautiful! Brunette! Early thirties! Gorgeous ass and tits! Long slender legs! She had it all and had been the star attraction of John's frequent late-night dinner-for-ones.

"How could he use these circumstances to his benefit? Would he get to see her naked? Christ!!!" he thought as the bulge in his pants grew. "Think... think... think...", he badgered himself realizing that this opportunity may never come around again.

"John! John!" she said trying to get his attention.

"Oh I'm sorry Mrs. Hamilton... I was just thinking..."

"About what?", she asked innocently.

"Ummm... about your car. You did drive in this morning didn't you?", he asked.

"Yes I did. I almost forgot about it", she replied.

"If you want I can arrange to bring it back later", he said.

"No don't trouble yourself John. I'll call one of the girls this weekend and arrange to get a drive in on Monday. Thanks anyways."

"Are you sure? You wouldn't want to have it stolen now would you?", he continued looking for an excuse to return unsure what he would do with such an opportunity. Secretly he thought that all women had fantasies that were not all that different than his own and that it might just take the right time and place and perhaps a little encouragement to bring them out.

"Surely such a beautiful woman would have some exciting fantasies", he thought, "... and since her husband wouldn't be around for a number of days...", he continued to fantasize, "... then perhaps he could..."

"If someone wants to steal that broken down car then they're welcome to it", she grinned at her own cleverness.

"See you Monday", she said walking down the pathway to her home.

"Bye Mrs. Hamilton", he said angrily gritting his teeth as he watched the sumptuous swaying ass of his prize get away.

John hopped into the car and headed back to the office. "Gotta do something! Gotta do something...", he repeated to himself.

Cynthia unlocked the front door and stepped inside. She re-locked the door as was her habit and put her purse down.

Another wave of pain began to surface. She raced to the ground floor bathroom, threw open the medicine cabinet hoping that it contained a bottle of her precious migraine tablets.

"Thank God!" she said out loud reaching for the bottle. She quickly downed the maximum dosage but felt her knees buckle as the pain intensified.

"Dammit!", she screamed feeling the tears begin. She had wanted to lie down in her bed on the second floor of the modest house but knew that it was futile to attempt to climb the stairs in her condition.

She stumbled to the living room sofa, fell into it, closed her eyes and impatiently waited for the medicine to kick in. She was sound asleep within twenty minutes.

The angle of couch was such that anyone looking into the house through the living room window would be unable to see her.

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Billy and Jimmy sat drinking super-sized soft drinks and downing Big Mac's at the MacGreg's two blocks from the Hamilton's home.

"What time is it?", asked Jimmy anxiously.

"Almost two", answered Billy in exasperation looking at the stolen watch that he wore, "now that's the last time you hear", he spat, "You ask me that one more fuckin' time and I'm gonna kill ya!"

"Sorry Billy", Jimmy said lowering his head, "I'm just a little... you know... nervous... that's all..."

"Lookit dimwit, I told you that I've done this a hundred times. Relax it out will ya?", Billy said quietly afraid someone would overhear. "Besides even if we get caught we're still teenagers' man. First offense should be a fuckin' slap on the wrist... that's all... one slap."

"Yah I know. You done told me that already but it's my old man I'm worried bout", Jimmy said visibly shaking.

At eighteen years of age Jimmy was no stranger to his father's anger having no means of support and forced to live under his father's roof. Any little complaint about Jimmy, his only son, was enough to get the rampage underway. Add a shot or two of bourbon and it was pain town USA. Jimmy was prepared to live on the streets to avoid any more abuse. He never considered gainful employment.

"Lookit kid", began the older boy who was a year older, "I can't do anything bout your old man but we can make a score here today. Might even be enough that we can head out on our own... you know like desperados or some shit", Billy said, "then you don't have to worry bout your old man anymore."

Jimmy smiled imagining what it would be like not to live with the old man's wrath day in and day out. Living with Billy would be a huge step up after all he was Jimmy's hero.

Jimmy may have changed his mind had he known that Billy had one more strike to go before spending some serious time in jail. Billy had a long record of committing a wide array of crimes in his earlier years that had him spending the greater part of youth in federal detention. For the most part Billy's offences were non-violent and generally restricted to break and enter, vandalism and shaking down younger kids. He was destined to be a burden on society. Jimmy's life of crime was about to begin.

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Back at the office John was wheeling his mailcart through the second of the five floors that Capital insurance occupied picking up outgoing mail. Many of the secretaries saw him coming and pulled at their clothing to hide any excess cleavage or leg. Still he managed to catch a few unaware and helped himself to an eyeful of flesh. Looks of indignation and hatefulness followed him to no avail. He just didn't give a damm.

"Besides", he thought, "if they want to dress like that then it seems that they're asking for me to have a long hard look." He smirked as he went on his way. Two well-endowed long-legged secretaries were already on their way to the supervisor's office with a fresh round of complaints.

John pushed his mailcart into the vacant elevator. He couldn't get Cynthia Hamilton out of his mind ever since pulling away from her house and being teased by the tantalizing inviting sway of her luscious buttocks. On the slow elevator ride to the third floor John nodded his head as if coming to a decision. He would do it! He would go to her house later that evening with his new digital camera in tow hoping to get a few peeping tom type photos. He promised himself that it would be worth the effort. Little did he know how true that was to be.

The two teens rode past the Hamilton residence on stolen bikes.

"I thought you said it wasn't far", complained Jimmy.

"It ain't", replied Billy, "fact is we just passed it".

"What the fuck...", Jimmy began.

"Just want to make sure that no one's home", Billy started, "... and get rid of these here bikes. There's a dump site just round the corner. We'll ditch the bikes where no one can see," he said.

Billy had scouted the house a few days before. He had seen a man (probably the husband he had thought) get into a taxi with two large pieces of luggage. He figured that the husband was out of the picture for a few days at least and there was only the wife to worry about. He also knew that she worked somewhere downtown and never returned before 5:00. His watch read 2:45 - plenty of time he thought. There was no car in the driveway and no movement in the house. Billy was prepared to call the whole thing off if someone was at home. He had no intention of a confrontation.

The two boys ran through the woods that backed the row of houses until they spotted the Hamilton home.

"This is it", said Billy grabbing Jimmy by the arm, "let's go", he said.

The boys climbed the fence and landed in the backyard keeping low. Billy pulled a penknife from his back pocket as he reached the back of the house. He popped the screen from the window then pushed. The window rolled inward.

"Fuckin' idiots", he remarked about the failure to lock windows as he and Jimmy climbed through the window into the kitchen.

"Where to now?" whispered Jimmy.

"Let's start with the upstairs", replied Billy, "that's where most people keep their valuables for some fuckin' reason".

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders and followed the older boy up the stairs.

There were two bedrooms - one master with full ensuite bath and one guest room. The boys quickly ransacked the guest room finding nothing of value.

In the master bedroom the boys each rummaged through one of two dresser drawers - one containing men's clothes and the other belonging to a woman.

"Billy, look at this", cried Jimmy excitedly.

"What?", Billy began.

Jimmy held up a red partially see-through negligee.

"Fuck me!" said Billy.

"Yah", laughed Jimmy, "I bet that's what happens when she wears this".

"What the fuck you know about that?", Billy said.

"I know plenty", Jimmy began, "my dad has a secret stash of girlie magazines. I've seen them all".

"Lookit kid. Who fuckin' cares. Put that shit away and look for some stuff we can sell quick", Billy said.

"Yah okay sorry Billy", Jimmy said sheepishly.

"Whoa!!!", yelled Billy, "Look what we have here!!!" he continued withdrawing a 45-caliber loaded handgun from beneath tightly packed men's t-shirts.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING", screamed a voice from behind the two boys. "I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!"

Jimmy turned seeing the angry look of a woman in the doorway and began to shake with panic at being caught.

"What the fuck", yelled Billy quickly turning around. He almost let the gun slip from his hand but managed to catch it just in time... BANGGGG... the gun went off firing a round into the floor.

That's when everything changed.

Chapter Two

"PLEASSSEEEE... PLEASSSEEEE DON'T HURT ME...", she cried in panic at the sound of the gun falling to her knees lowering her head to the floor afraid to upset what she thought were harmless vandals.

Cynthia didn't realize that the gun belonged to her husband Greg. They had argued about it for months. Finally Greg had apparently relented and promised her he would get rid of it when they decided to begin working on having kids. Cynthia promised no more birth control pills and Greg promised no more gun. Greg hadn't held up his end of the deal as Cynthia had.

Billy just stood there holding the smoking gun in astonishment. He felt an overpowering sense of invulnerability and control as he stared at the blubbering woman.

Billy was distracted for a minute as he heard other sounds to his left. Jimmy just stared off into space repeating "I knew it, I knew it", to no one in particular.

"Hey numbnuts", Billy said punching the younger boy on the shoulder, "everything's under control", he said gesturing toward the weapon in his hand.

Slowly Jimmy came around rubbing his shoulder. "Why'd you have to hit me for?" he asked.

Billy didn't answer.

"Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...", Jimmy shouted looking at the startled woman, "she's seen us. We're dead man we're fuckin' dead. My dad's gonna kill me..."

"Will you shut the fuck up", Billy said, "she's not gonna tell anyone".

Slowly Cynthia raised her tear-stained face and looked into Billy's eyes.

"That's right... that's right", she repeated, "I won't tell anyone... just take what you want and go please!"

Billy just stared at her trying to determine what to do next.

"Maybe we should tie her up first Billy", said Jimmy nervously pacing.

"Yah... that's a good idea Jimmy", he said not realizing that they had just used their real names.

"You got any rope?" Billy asked the quivering woman pointing the gun at her.

"Yes, yes but please don't point that at me?", she begged.

"I'll point it wherever I want", he yelled nervously continuing to point it in her direction.

"There's some in the garage for the clothesline", she said nervously.

"Go get it", Billy told the younger boy.

Jimmy returned a minute later with the rope and a pair of scissors.

"Get in that chair", Billy demanded of her gesturing with the gun to one of two antique wooden chairs in opposite corners of the room.

Cynthia quickly obeyed while Jimmy began to cut lengths of rope.

The two boys attached her hands behind her to the back of the chair and each of her legs to the front legs of the chair.

The boys stood back admiring their handiwork as she struggled. For the first time both boys looked eagerly at their captive. They exchanged knowing glances at each other.

Cynthia wore a cashmere sweater, slacks that hugged her curves invitingly and two-inch high heel shoes. She had shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes and pouty lips. They quickly realized that she wasn't as old as they had first thought.

"How old are you?", asked Billy.

Puzzled by the question she answered, "thirty-one".

Jimmy began to salivate. Many of the women in his dad's girlie magazines were in their early thirties. A surge of excitement roared through the youngster as he stared at the bound brunette. His active imagination began to ramp up.

Cynthia began to feel very uncomfortable particularly at the way the younger of the two boys stared at her. If it weren't for their ages she would have been very concerned. She quickly dismissed her thoughts.

"You're very pretty", said Jimmy inching closer.

Cynthia's previous thoughts resurfaced. "You can't be serious", she thought nervously fidgeting. She began to feel a surge of panic.

Billy looked at his watch. "Damm, it's getting late," he said noting that it was almost 3:30. "We can't afford to stick around much longer", he said to Jimmy, "her husband could show any minute."

Cynthia looked puzzled for a moment at the brief discussion between the two boys. She quickly realized that they would not know that her husband was out of town for more than a few more days. She silently prayed that they would not discover the truth.

"When is your husband back from work?", Billy asked.

"He should be back by 5:00", she said nervously wishing she had said 4:00.

"Hey, Billy I thought you said that you saw her husband leave in a taxi a few days ago", Jimmy asked.

"Yah! I almost forgot", he replied looking suspiciously at Cynthia.

"What about it?", Billy asked stepping closer.

"He returned yesterday", she said, "he usually goes out of town for a day or two at a time".

"Seems he took plenty of luggage for just a day or two", Billy said quietly.

"What do you think?", asked Jimmy.

"Can't take any chances", Billy said, "let's see what we can find and get the hell outta here."

"But Billy...", Jimmy started to say staring hungrily at the bound beauty.

"You wanna go to jail?", Billy asked.

"No... No...", Jimmy stuttered.

"Okay let's check the house out and get the hell out," Jimmy agreed.

The two boys continued their search.

"Do you think anyone heard the gunshot?" Jimmy asked.

"Nah...", replied Billy, "the neighbourhood's pretty quiet until people return from work. That's why I thought it was a great place to find some loot to sell."

"I'm gonna check downstairs", Billy said having completed the search of the dresser drawers.

"I'll be down in a minute", Jimmy responded taking his time.

When Billy left the room Jimmy took the opportunity to lift the negligee from the dresser and held it up tauntingly. "This yours?" he asked.

Cynthia flushed crimson. "How dare he", she thought regaining some composure but remaining silent.

"I thought so", he quietly laughed.

"Looks like you're really built but it sure is hard to tell with all them clothes you're wearing," he said with a wicked grin.

Jimmy walked up to the bound woman until their knees were almost touching. Cynthia felt extremely nervous and vulnerable. She was forced to thrust her breasts forward invitingly to relieve the stress of her tightly bound hands. The lewd position she presented was not lost on the younger teen.

Jimmy reached out and placed his hands on her hips. Cynthia squirmed and wiggled attempting to dislodge his hands. She only succeeded in exciting the boy further.

"You sure are built... and soft," he said licking his lips.

"Please...", she begged, "don't touch me..."

"I'll scream..." she continued hoping that the risk of being caught would discourage the over-active teen.

"Go ahead," he threatened.

She didn't know how to respond and closed her mouth.

"That's better," he said.

Jimmy slid his two hands from her hips until they rested alongside her large breasts.

"I thought so", he said, "someone's got big titties", he continued with a chuckle.

"Please don't touch me it's not right... you're just a kid. Please... Oh God... if you stop now I won't tell anyone... please... stopppp," she begged tears beginning to fill her eyes.

Jimmy was so excited with his beautiful prize he completely tuned her out.

He moved his hands over her huge mounds and began to massage the large globes.

"Damm! You're fuckin built!" he groaned lost in the pleasure of actually touching breasts for the first time in his young life. As he massaged Cynthia's breasts her nipples started to harden.

"Fuckin A!" he shouted.

Jimmy removed his hands much to the relief of the weeping brunette. Jimmy looked at her chest staring at the indentations caused by her hardening nipples. He reached out and grasped the indentations through her sweater between thumb and forefinger of each hand capturing the nipple tips.

"Oh God no... please... no... you can't," she said screaming shaking her torso furiously trying to pull the captured nipples from the youngster's fingertips. Jimmy squeezed harder.

"Ohhhh... Goddddd... that hurts... please stop..." she begged.

Leaning forward Jimmy looked into her eyes and said, "if you want me to stop then stop squirming."

Against her best instincts Cynthia held herself motionless.

"That's better", he said continuing to lightly pinch, twist and pull her now hardened nipples.

"Man I gotta see these tits for myself", he announced releasing her and reaching for the hem of her sweater. Cynthia frantically began to struggle to prevent the boy from baring her breasts.

"Fuckin' shit," Jimmy complained unable to grasp her sweater properly. In frustration he pulled back and viciously pinched her nipples through the sweater once again.

"Ouchhhhh...", she moaned, "please... owwwwww... stoppppp!" she screamed tears pouring from her eyes.

"Are you gonna let me see your tits?" he asked twisting the nipples even harder.

"Please you can't... you just can't... it's not right..." she pleaded.

Jimmy pinched her delicate flesh as hard as he could.

"Can I see your tits?", he asked clenching his teeth as he viciously pinched her.

"Godddd... yessss... just stopppp...", she pleaded.

"That's better", Jimmy said releasing her as she stopped struggling.

Her nipples were on fire as he began to pull the sweater up baring her flesh an inch at a time. Billy entered the room just as her navel was revealed.

"What the fuck are you doing?", Billy demanded.

"Billy you gotta see this man, she's got real huge tits. Wanna see em?", he asked sheepishly.

"Quit fuckin around Jimmy", Billy said angrily. "I was wonderin' what all the screaming was about. You want to get us caught?"

"No... no Billy, of course not," Jimmy answered feeling his penis begin to soften.

"Then help me search the rest of this place so we can get going."

"Can I just take a fast look?", he asked.

Cynthia stared at Billy pleading with her eyes not to let the younger boy continue.

"Lookit!" Billy began, "we ain't got time so let's go! Just plug her mouth with something so she can't yell or anything and let's go."

"Alright Billy!" Jimmy said reluctantly releasing the captured brunette.

Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. She could feel the pain in her breasts slowly diminish. "Thank God!" she silently prayed hoping that the nightmare was almost at an end. She shook with the thought of what had almost happened.

Jimmy grabbed the negligee balled it up and told her to open her mouth wide. She reluctantly agreed. He stuffed the balled-up negligee into her mouth and tied one of the remaining pieces of rope around her head to hold it in place. Staring into her eyes he massaged her heaving breasts through her sweater one last time before leaving. She screamed through the gag as loud as she could but only a muffled,"mmmmmppphhhhh..." could be heard.

"That perverted little..." she thought as the young boy raced from the room. She was glad that the ordeal was almost at an end.

Little did she know that her nightmare was just about to begin.

John unlocked Cynthia Hamilton's car with the keys he had found on her desk and got behind the wheel. It was almost 4:00.

After completing his mail run in record time the urge had hit him - he had to do something. Driving her car home appeared the best excuse he could think of for a return trip especially when he had discovered that she had left her car keys on her desk. He would explain that he had decided to be a gentleman once again - after all would a gentleman leave her abandoned and alone without a vehicle. He secretly hoped that she would insist on showing her appreciation in ways he had only dreamed but he was also a realist. He knew full well that nothing would happen however his libido was telling him that a one in a million shot was better than nothing.

"Hurry up Jimmy," yelled Billy looking at his watch.

"We gotta get outta here. Her old man should be here soon," he continued.

"Be there in a second," Jimmy yelled back.

John turned off the engine and coasted into the Hamilton driveway hoping to be as quiet as possible. He pulled as close to the garage door as he could, quietly got out and circled around the house making sure that he wasn't seen by noisy neighbours. He eased around to the backyard carefully peeking around the corner. At first he was puzzled by what he saw. It looked like a kid with a pillowcase yelling something to someone else.

"What the fuck's going on?" he thought.

John watched as another kid emerged from the house toand join the first kid. He quickly figured that they had finished robbing the place were on their way out. He looked puzzled, "Where was Cynthia?"

John listened quietly before making a move.

"Sure wish we coulda had some time with the playmate," Jimmy said.

"Yah I suppose it woulda been fun but her old man's gotta be back any second. We're cutting it close. We'll be lucky to get outta here without gettin' caught," Billy said. The two boys started for the fence. They never saw John sneeking up on them.

John tackled both boys at the same time throwing them to the ground.

"Oh shit!" they both said in unison thinking that the tall man was Cynthia's husband. They both anticipated a beating.

John easily held the boys down.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"She's upstairs man", Billy said in panic, "we tied her up. We didn't hurt her none."

"You didn't touch her?" he asked.

Billy began to struggle. John applied greater pressure to hold the boy down.

"Did you touch her?" he asked more aggressively.

"I didn't but he did," Billy answered gesturing to the other boy.

"Thanks a lot Billy!" Jimmy said.

"Listen Mister...", he continued, "I just touched her titties through her clothes that's all," he said closing his eyes expecting a beating.

"She's got nice tits doesn't she?" asked John.

"Bet you would like to do more than just touch them through her clothes," he continued the anger gone from his voice.

Puzzled the boys stopped struggling, looked at each other and then back at John.

"What the fuck?" Billy asked.

John put his finger to his lips, released the boys and beckoned for them to keep quiet. Over the next few minutes he explained who he was and the opportunity that presented itself. Jimmy visibly relaxed and began to feel a surge of excitement when he discovered who the stranger was and that Cynthia's old man was out of the picture. The things he wanted to do to her - the things that he would get to do to her. He almost came in his pants right there.

"Lookit," John began, "she can't know that we're together on this so here's what I want you to do. I'll guarantee you both a lot of extra money if you play along."

The boys didn't need their arms twisted - they both readily agreed.

Cynthia struggled with the ropes that the boys had loosened after counting to two hundred as they had instructed. They told her that it shouldn't take her too long to free herself.

As she struggled with the ropes she heard footsteps.

"Had they come back or was it one of the neighbours suspecting that something was wrong?"

She tried to scream but it was impossible with the bunched-up negligee that had been stuffed into her mouth by the teenage monsters. She frantically struggled against the loosening ropes.

"Not enough time..." she thought knowing full well that she was once again at the mercy of whoever stepped into her room.

She heard the sound of someone climbing the stairs. She waited anxiously for the rescue by one of her neighbours. "As long as it wasn't old man Phillips from across the street", she thought. The retired bachelor had always given her the creeps the way he stared at her. She had a good idea what was on his mind and was unsure of what he would do to her in the circumstances.

An adult form appeared at the entrance to the bedroom. At first she was confused. Then she recognized her co-employee John. Puzzled but temporarily relieved she began to scream into the gag "Mmmppphhh... Mmmpppphhh..."

"Oh thank God..." she thought thinking that he was alone as she squirmed for release. She stared into John's eyes but was confused when he looked away. Then she realized that the nightmare was far from over as the younger boy strode into the room.

"Hiya big tits," said the over-confident Jimmy, "bet you're glad to see us," he continued.

"Oh Lord noooo...", she mouthed through the gag fearing the worst.

John raised his hands in the air and proceeded to move into the room. Suddenly as if pushed forward he stumbled and seemed to lose his balance falling hard to the floor leaving the grinning Billy standing holding her husband's gun pointed downwards at the fallen rescuer. Cynthia stared at John in disbelief failing to see the wink he exchanged with the boys.

"Fucking academy-award time," thought John desperately holding back a grin.

"Bet you're glad to see us again," interrupted Jimmy. She closed her eyes and silently prayed.

Billy looked at the captive brunette and laughed hilariously.

"Geze, Jimmy when I told you to gag her I didn't think..." he said staring at the gorgeous brunette her mouth stretched around the flimsy negligee.

"Good one!" he said mock-punching the boy on the chin.

"She does look good, doesn't she?" the younger boy asked.

"Oh yahhhh!" Billy said, "good enough to eat. I gotta tell you Jimmy that I'd rather see it on her and something else in her mouth," he said laughing at his own joke.

Cynthia stared dumbfounded at the two boys. "Surely they couldn't mean what she thought they meant. No it was impossible - after all they were just kids," she thought trying to calm herself.

"You know I don't like it when people lie to me," Billy said spitting at the tied brunette.

She shook her head in panic.

"You ready to tell us the truth?" he asked.

She looked at the older boy in confusion.

Billy untied the rope holding the gag in place and pulled the negligee from her stuffed mouth. Cynthia coughed.

"Welllll..." Billy asked tapping his foot impatiently.

"What do you mean?", she said crying.

"Appears that lover-boy here told us that your husband's out of town until late next week," he said menacingly.

"John how could you!" she yelled.

Raising himself up on his elbows a pained expression on his face John said, "I didn't know what was going on here. All I wanted to do was to do you a favour by bringing your car back seeing that you weren't feeling well. How was I supposed to know that... ooowwww..." he yelled as Billy delivered a kick to him.

"Leave him alone", she said fearing for John.

"Well what do you have to say for yourself?" Jimmy asked moving toward the bound brunette.

"You think we like it when bitches like you lie to us?"

"Please don't hurt us. It's true my husband is out of town until late next week", she said tearfully, "surely you can understand why I didn't tell you. Can't you just leave. Take what you want and I promise that I won't call the police." she begged.

"That's a nice promise bitch but how do we know whether to trust you seeing that you already lied to us once," Billy said.

"Yah!" echoed Jimmy, "... and how about your boyfriend here. He hasn't made any promises."

"He's not my boyfriend", she screamed, "I'm a happily married woman..."

"Relax will ya," Billy started, "it seems a little funny that's all. Loverboy here knows when your hubbies out of town. Don't it?" he said turning to Jimmy.

"Awfully funny," replied the younger boy.

"He was just bringing my car back because I..." she said until interrupted.

"Enough fucking lies!" yelled Billy, "I don't give a shit if you're fucking the crap outta each other or not."

"Why you dirty little..." she screamed indignantly.

"Oooowwwww..." she screamed as the younger boy squeezed her breasts through her clothes as hard as he could.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jimmy yelled.

John stared at the wriggling blonde his penis growing to its full length.

"Please let me go," she pleaded.

"Let her go", said Billy.

"I just wanna see her tits," said Jimmy reluctantly releasing the sobbing woman.

"You?" Billy said kicking the prone John.

John looked at the youngster with the gun.

"What?" he asked.

"It looks as if we're gonna be a here a while longer than expected seeing that everyone in the fuckin' neighbourhood's returning from work. We'll wait until its quiet before we take off. In the meantime the bitch is gonna have to learn what it means to lie to us. So I got a little job for you," he said.

"Just don't hurt me," he pleaded.

"Don't you worry," the boy began, "you listen to us and don't try to be a fuckin' hero and we'll be outta your life before you know it."

John nodded. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to help our friend get a little more comfortable."

John looked at Cynthia who appeared to be in shock and looked back at Billy.

"I don't understand," he said.

"Take off her bra," he said smugly.

"You can't be serious," she screamed, "I won't let you...", she started to scream for help.

Billy pointed the gun in her direction and cocked the trigger. Little did she know that the safety was on and that the gun was unloaded.

Cynthia froze, the scream dying in her throat.

"That's better!" he began.

"Anybody hear that?" he asked Jimmy.

Jimmy carefully looked out the bedroom window scanning the street for any hint that someone had heard.

"Looks good!" he said.

"You're fucking lucky bitch," he said. "Let's get this clear," he began, "we want to get the hell outta here and you want us outta here. Right?"

She nodded fearfully.

"Then you gotta listen to us and do what we tell you otherwise well..." he said stroking the barrel of the gun.

Cynthia's eyes couldn't have opened any wider as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.

"Now let me try again. Are you gonna behave yourself?"

She nodded quickly.

"Are you gonna do what we tell you?"

Again she frantically nodded.

"And you're not gonna lie to us?"

She shook her head side to side.

"Well that's better. See that wasn't too hard now was it?" he asked.

Again she shook her head no.

"Then you do understand that you have to pay for lying about your husband?"

Cynthia wanted to argue but was afraid. She chose to nod her head submissively.

"Atta girl!" he said stroking her tear-stained cheek.

"You", he said pointing the gun at John, "take off her bra but do it under her clothes. We don't want to embarrass her too much yet for her little lie."

John slowly moved towards the tied woman until he was kneeling in front of her. The position allowed him to hide his erection from her.

"I'm sorry," he said as his hands slid underneath her bulky sweater.

Cynthia closed her eyes as she felt his hands exploring her bra.

"I'll have to take her sweater off to remove the bra," he said to Billy.

"No dice!" he replied, "as long as she behaves."

"But how..." John started to ask.

Jimmy was already moving towards her with a pair of scissors. He pulled the material away from her shoulders and snipped through the shoulder straps.

"There!" announced Billy.

"You see that?" said Jimmy happily.

"See what?" answered the older boy.

"Her tits hardly moved at all when I cut the straps. They gotta be somethin'," he said gleefully.

"Well! What you waitin' for?" Billy said to John.

John wished that he could stroke himself. He was ready to blow a gasket. He moved his hands upward covering the bra-encased breasts whistling too himself at their fullness.

"Sorry", he apologized, "I thought the clasp was in front."

Cynthia's face reddened in shame. John pulled her torso forward and reached behind her nervously struggling with the clasp until it unhooked. He held the separated straps together breathing hard. Cynthia held her breath as the bra loosened her breasts straining in their confinement. She mistook John's quick breathing for fear feeling sorry that he was forced to be part of this and likely afraid of being shot.

John brought his hands forward pulling the bra straps. The only thing holding the bra in place was her ample breasts and sweater. He pulled downward but the breasts refused to give up the garment.

"Well what you waitin' for?" the younger boy shouted.

"It's stuck!" John replied pulling harder. Finally the bra was pulled free scraping her sensitive nipples. John triumphantly pulled the bra from under the sweater and handed it to Billy.

"Son of a bitch", he said grinning from ear to ear reading the tag on the bra, "38D! FUCKIN' A!"

Cythia opened her eyes in shame tears pouring down her face. She lowered her eyes to the floor.

"Can I see?" begged the younger boy holding his hands and pleading to hold the warm bra.

Billy tossed the bra to him. Jimmy rubbed his face into each cup inhaling deeply into the material.

Cynthia was appalled by his behaviour. "What kind of animal is he?" she thought.

"I'm sorry," whispered the kneeling man.

"It's not your fault John," she said.

John hugged her knees and feigned sobbing.

Cynthia felt sorry for the distraught co-employee.

"Are you all happy?" she exclaimed feeling the eyes of the boys upon her.

"Not quite!" grinned the evil younger boy.

"Can I? Can I? Can I?" Jimmy asked the older boy.

"Uhhh... give me a minute," answered Billy.

"Didn't we find a camera in the stuff we took?"

"Yah it's downstairs," answered Jimmy.

"Say no more I'm on my way."

Jimmy raced out of the room and reappeared seconds later holding a digital camera and the widest smile that Cynthia had seen so far.

She quickly put two and two together.

"You wouldn't?" she began struggling to break free.

"Nooo... Nooooooo..." she pleaded.

She quickly quieted when Billy pointed the gun at her once again.

"You know how to work this thing?" asked Jimmy.

"I've stolen plenty of these motherfuckers," Billy said, "give it to me."

Billy took the camera and handed the gun to the younger boy. He instructed John to move behind the bound brunette. He quickly complied hiding his erection again from the deceived woman.

Billy adjusted the lens and moved into camera position facing the bound captive.

"Pull it up nice and slow," he ordered John.

John winked, grinned, bent down, and grasped the hem of the sweater and began to pull it up revealing the tight curves of Cynthia's abdomen and navel.

The sweater bunched just beneath the mounds of her breasts.

The material bared the rounded underside of each breast showing the beginning of large aureoles.

"This isn't right," John argued attempting to cover the partially exposed woman.

"You got a death wish!" Jimmy said pointing the gun at him.

"Oh God... don't shoot me..." he screamed, "please..."

"Thankyou John, but I won't have you hurt for these monsters... just... get it over with."

"I'm sorry," he began again smiling evilly at the two boys.

Billy nodded at John. John pulled the sweater to her throat revealing her full naked breasts in all their glory.

Cynthia moaned continuously her eyes tightly shut tears streaming down. Her husband was the only one who had ever seen her body, "... until now..." she sobbed.

The two boys stared mesmerized by the captive woman's tits. John looked over her shoulder and downward taking in a tantalizing cleavage, large aureoles and pointed thick pink nipples hardened and lengthened by the cool air of the room. The aureoles, easily half the size of Jimmy's palms, were a reddish hue with a crinkled surface. The firmness of her firm mounds created a cock-swelling cleavage.

"No wonder she wore sweaters," John thought to himself looking down at the massive tits his mouth wide open. A trickle of saliva dropped from his mouth landing solidly on the top of her left breast. The three males followed the glistening drop as it trickled across the landscape of the aureole leaving a wet trail that stopped at the hardened nipple.

"I told you! I told you", repeated the anxious Jimmy, "what a set of tits!!!"

John agreed wholeheartedly as he continued to hold the sweater away from the massive mounds. The urge to grab her breasts was overwhelming but he held back knowing full well that he would get to enjoy the pleasures of her body in every conceivable way before this ordeal was over assuming the two weens upheld their side of the arrangement.

She felt a hand underneath her chin raising her head. She opened her eyes looking into the lust-filled smiling eyes of the older boy.

"Damm you're fucking built!" he exclaimed.

She tried to pull her head away but he held her tight. His eyes roamed from her breasts to her eyes. She flushed a crimson red.

"The things I or we could do to these babies!" he announced.

"You gonna lie to us anymore?" he asked staring at her nipples.

"No I promise... I promise... just cover me up... please..."

Billy stood back admiring the beautiful brunette his erection pressing painfully begging for release.

"You gonna behave and do what we ask you to do?" he asked.

"Yes, yes anything you want... anything", she said failing to recognize the significance of what she had said her eyes dripping with tears.

Three penises throbbed painfully the admission by the captive that she would do "anything." Cynthia hadn't realized the bargain that she had just made with these devils.

Billy pointed the gun at John and nodded for him to cover her up.

John reluctantly agreed and pulled her sweater back down making sure that it snagged momentarily on her erect nipples.

"Ouchhhh..." she responded as her breasts bobbed up and down.

"Sorry," John said quietly.

Cynthia wondered for a fleeting second whether that had been intentional but the thought of being covered once again quickly erased the thought from her mind.

"Thank god that's over!" she thought breathing a huge sigh of relief. She had completely forgotten about the photos that had been taken of her bared breasts. Little did she know that her photo debut had just begun.

Chapter Three

"What do you think they're doing?" the bound brunette asked her bound companion.

"Sounds like they're having something to eat," replied John listening to the noises from the kitchen one floor below.

Before departing the boys had feigned tying John in a second chair they had placed alongside the one Cynthia sat tied to.

A few minutes passed in silence as Cynthia contemplated the day's events. She stared at the bedroom entrance fearful for the return of her captors. John watched her every move.

"Cynthia?" he asked quietly breaking the silence.

Slowly turning her head she said, "What?"

"I... I..." he began to stutter, "I'm... uh... real sorry for... well you know..." he continued staring at the floor. He hoped that she couldn't see the erection that appeared permanent.

Blushing she had tried to forget what had happened although she knew that she never would.

"It's not your fault John. Can't we talk about something else," she pleaded desperate to forget the embarrassing moment.

"I just wanted you to know how sorry I am," he said.

"I know! I know!" she said trying to comfort him, "but it's done and there's no going back. Let's try and forget about it and think about how we're going to get out of this. Alright?"

"You're right of course" he said acting the part he had given himself.

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"Now what?" asked Jimmy wiping in the last of the reheated lasagna from his mouth.

"We'll head back upstairs for a few more games in a bit," replied Billy.

"You ever fucked someone?" Jimmy asked out of the blue.

"Yah many times," Billy answered.

"What's it like?" the younger teen curiously asked.

"Like nothin' you ever felt before man. It's real special but hard to explain. You gotta feel it for yourself."

"I can hardly wait," Jimmy responded.

"Don't worry you'll get a shot at her - fact is we all will. Johnny boy even told me that she's real nervous about some old guy across the street. Wouldn't it be fun to see her gettin' it from him to?"

"Fuck Billy! We gotta share her with everyone?" he complained.

"Don't you worry Jimmy-boy pussy ain't like cock. Guys can't screw forever but pussy can take a lot of poundin' without tirin' out."

"Really?" the younger teen asked.

"Yup! Really! Now wouldn't it be fun to watch her gettin' her ass pounded by the wrinkly old fucker across the street? Better yet if we got her to fuck him."

Grinning both boys stood sprouting painful erections visualizing the brunette's legs wrapped around the old fella begging for more.

"Figurin' out how to get the old guy involved may take a little doin' though," said Billy to no one in particular. He thought that John may have an idea or two. Billy was convinced that the old guy would bring her down a few pegs.

"WHATTT!!!" the bound brunette screamed in protest.

"You heard me," said Billy pointing the gun inches from John's head.

"Right now we got nothin' to lose. It's either that or we have to end you both."

"My God... you wouldn't..."she yelled nervously.

"You wanna try us?" he asked venom in his voice.

Staring into his eyes Cynthia shivered and lowered her head to her chest. She slowly raised her head a minute later and nodded solemnly as she accepted her fate.

"Good!" Billy announced. "Untie her Jimmy."

The younger teen released her from the chair. She looked up at Billy one last time pleading with her eyes.

"Lookit," he began, "... it could be worse. Now off with the sweater."

Closing her eyes the luscious brunette pulled the sweater off. She was topless. Instinctively she folded her arms across her large breasts.

"Come on now," Billy said encourangly, "we're all friends."

Reluctantly she lowered her arms giving the three males an unobstructed view of her heaving breasts.

"Now get under the covers", Billy instructed pointing to the bed. She crawled under the sheets pulling them to her chin hiding her nakedness from the leering eyes of the two teens.

"I'm gettin' a little fuckin' pissed off with your shit," Billy shouted angrily.

Cynthia immediately lowered the sheets to her waist baring her breasts once again.

"That's better!" the boys said in unison smirking at each other.

"Now Jimmy untie him," Billy said pointing to John.

Once John was untied Billy warned him not to try anything funny.

"Strip to the waist," Billy ordered.

John took off his shirt revealing the scars that acne had inflicted upon his body throughout his teenage years.

"Man that's gross," said Jimmy staring at John's scarred chest and back.

Even Cynthia looked repulsed.

"You fuckin' bitch!" John thought angrily desperately trying to hide his emotions.

"Don't fuckin' ruin it now!" the voice in his head pleaded.

"Under the covers," Billy ordered. John complied although appearing reluctant to do so.

As he slid in alongside her he apologized. Cynthia wasn't hearing anything. She was consumed with fear and guilt uncertain where this was going.

"Now ain't that a pretty picture!" Jimmy announced readying the camera.

"Take one," Billy said imitating a Hollywood director.

Cynthia stared hatefully at the older boy unsure of what he wanted.

Billy stared at her then pounded his hand to his forehead.

"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you your part. I want you to hug your lover-boy. Press your tits against him and give him a real long wet sexy kiss," he ordered.

"Are you out of your mind!" she said beginning to rise from the bed, "I told you he is not my lover... I'm happily married..." tears poured from her eyes as she began to weep uncontrollably.

"FUCK!!!" Billy screamed," CUT!!!"

John stared at the gorgeous woman feeling a mix of lust and sympathy unfortunately the sympathy never had much of a chance.

"Listen bitch I told you it's either this or somethin' a lot more serious. We need a little insurance here. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes! I understand! But I don't have to like it?" she yelled back wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Fine! Fine! Then let's get it over with then?", he said.

She rolled back under the covers making sure her breasts remained visible then turned to John.

"Sorry John," she said apologizing in advance. She reached for him and hugged herself to him pressing her breasts into his chest. His arms immediately went around her as they began to kiss as passionately as they could..

Less than a minute later she pulled herself away from John and began to get out of the bed.

"Hold it!" Billy said pointing the gun at her, "we're not done yet. Back you go," he said.

Puzzled she looked at him.

"I thought that's what you wanted?"

"You thought wrong bitch! We're almost done."

"Move closer to him.

Obeying, Cynthia shuffled closer to John.

"Now put your hands behind his head and smile. Cynthia didn't understand but she complied.

John shook in anticipation.

"Now pull his head to your tits."

"What!" she said starting to push away. She froze when she heard the cocking of the gun.

"But you can't... you just can't..." she cried

"Listen bitch this could be alot worse if you get my drift?"

She nodded, closed her eyes, reached for John's head and pulled him to her breast. For John it felt like slow motion as he stared hungrily at the large aureole and extended nipple inching closer to his mouth. He opened his mouth wide as the gorgeous brunette pushed her nipple into his mouth. He ravenously sucked and chewed at the extended bud eliciting little grunts from the unwilling woman. He hoped they were moans of passion but he knew better - he didn't care. He tried to suck as much of her breast into his mouth as he could sucking viciously at the beautiful flesh. He could hear the sounds of the camera capturing frame after frame.

"Smile bitch!" Billy demanded.

"That's better!" Billy said.

"Now give him the other one," she was told.

John felt the breast being pulled from his mouth. He sucked harder unwilling to let it go. A sucking slapping sound echoed through the room as she managed, with a squeal, to pull her breast free. It was immediately replaced by her left breast.

Lost in his own world of lust John hungrily attacked her other breast with vigour, tonguing, sucking and chewing on the sensitive flesh. The moans appeared slightly different but John ignored them. He was relentless - a man possessed.

"Ohhh God... Oh Godddd..." Cynthia moaned gritting her teeth.

Her breasts were extremely sensitive and the forced manipulation was slowly taking a toll on her. Her husband Greg wasn't fully aware of how sexually sensitive her breasts were even though she had done everything short of telling him. Greg paid little attention to her breasts being more of a leg man. In college she had dated many men. They all had tried every trick in the book to bed her. A few had succeeded in getting away with a little petting. The sensual feelings the petting caused had always scared her enough to end the relationships without explanation. She left many frustrated males but appeared to be paying the price now.

She clenched her thighs tightly together to stem the beginning flow of vaginal secretions triggered by the vigorous attention given to her nipples by her co-worker.

As John enjoyed the mouthing of Cynthia's large breasts his mind drifted to the feeble and pathetic attempt he had made to get a glimpse of her cleavage when he had driven her home earlier. "Who would have known what fate would toss his way," he thought sucking harder at the hardened nipple that he never wanted to let go.

"Yah, great expression," John heard Jimmy say.

"What the fuck!" John thought opening his eyes. He looked up over the swell of the captured breasts to see a look of rapture on Cynthia's face.

"Was she acting?" he asked himself. Keeping his eyes on her he began to devote more attention to the whole of the nipple sucking it to the roof of his mouth and using his tongue to wash the surface over and over. He stared in confusion at her as she visibly bit her lip moaning louder and louder. Experimentally he moved his hands from her naked waist to her buttocks pulling her pelvis tight against the bulge of his pants. Her buttocks swayed invitingly in his hands as she pushed herself into his erection. Then suddenly she pulled away screaming and weeping.

"There! Are you animals satisfied?" she yelled reaching for and pulling on her sweater. She threw herself into the chair, folded her knees to her chin and began to cry uncontrollably.

"Did you get the shots?" Billy asked Jimmy.

"Oh yah!" replied the younger teen, "although I don't know if they're all good. I was shakin' alot."

"I know the feeling" announced Billy, "what a piece of ass", he thought, "this is gonna be fun."

John stared in shock.

"So it was an act?" he thought, "... but damm what an actress!!!"

He had been more than ready to fuck her.

"This was going to be a great weekend!" he thought.

Subconsciously he told himself not to push things too quickly - "everything comes to those who wait," he thought.

"What's going to become of me," Cynthia thought through the tears dreading the hours ahead in the hands of her teenage captors, "this is going to be hell!"

Chapter Four

It was early evening. The two teens and John sat around the kitchen table eating a hastily prepared meal.

"Do you think she can hear us?" Jimmy asked.

"Don't worry," replied John, "we found some sleeping pills and crushed them up in her food. She'll be out for a few hours - ready for another round."

The three of them laughed.

"How are you guys handling this?" asked John.

"Maybe we should be asking you," Billy said with a grin.

"Yah!" echoed Jimmy, "after all you were the one sucking away on her tits."

"You got that right," John replied, "it took everything I had not to bang her right there. She's a helluva piece of ass. I must have a gallon of spunk ready to go."

The three of them laughed again.

"So what's next?" asked Billy.

"Well," John started, "... you show her the pictures you took and get to her to take it to the next level. Here's the plan..."

"Hey Sweetheart wake up," shouted Billy shaking her by the shoulders as she sat tied to the chair.

Her eyes slowly opened. She found herself staring into the eyes of one of her young captors.

"It wasn't a dream," she thought to herself trembling. She noticed that John was asleep in as awkward a position tied to the other chair as she had been but he was being prodded to wake-up by the other boy.

"We got somethin' to show you," he teased hiding something in one hand behind his back. Cynthia felt like spitting in his face but the sight of the gun that he held in his other hand quickly changed her mind.

"You too Loverboy!" he said to John.

"We found your printer," Jimmy told her staring at her chest looking for signs of hardened nipples. Her skin crawled at the way the younger teen stared at her. "Fuck you," she yelled finding a bit of courage.

"Well, well," Billy said, "from the looks of these," he continued holding up pictures she couldn't yet see, "that you were the one doing the fucking. In fact I bet that your husband would agree if he saw these."

Billy turned the pictures around for her to see then flipped them one at a time before her mesmerized eyes.

"Oh God no..." she screamed tears flowing freely from puffy eyes, "you... you..."

"We what?" Billy asked.

"Show them to your husband. Why not? We think that a lot of people would like to see these. Jimmy don't you have a friend that can post these on the internet for us?"

"Yah! Not a problem." he said.

"But you forced me," she protested.

"Doesn't look like you were forced now does it?" he asked.

"Looks like you were enjoying yourself," said the younger teen.

"My husband will kill you for this," she raged struggling against the ropes that held her.

"We think that you might have some explainin' to do before your husband takes your side bitch," Billy spat.

"Listen," Billy began looking into her eyes, "we got a little deal for you."

Cynthia quieted and waited.

"The pics are insurance that you won't tell anybody about us after we're gone. You understand?"

She nodded.

"You wouldn't want anyone to see these would you?"

She shook her head quickly.

"Alright I think we're beginning to understand each other. Now, you don't have much here. I mean we aren't making a fortune with the few things we took. Do you have any cash?"

"Just a couple a hundred dollars in our checking account. It's yours," she said.

"Alright that's good for starters," Billy said.

"What do you mean starters?" she said nervously.

"Relax!" Billy said trying to get past the hard part.

"You're a helluva beautiful bitch. Did you know that?" he asked.

Cynthia began to struggle realizing where this was going.

"I told you to relax," he yelled at her.

Cynthia tried to calm herself but it wasn't easy. The bulge in the younger boy's pants and anxious look on his face confirmed her fears.

"You can't! You can't!" she repeated struggling again. Suddenly the cold barrel of the gun was placed against her head.

"Good!" Billy said, "I got your attention."

John thought that he was going to cum right there. He had never been so excited in his entire life at the control they had of her.

"Okay enough is enough," Billy said moving away from her. "Here it is bitch. You're gonna put on a little show for us - you and lover boy. We've seen some of that beautiful bod you have and we aren't leaving without seeing and samplin' the rest for ourselves. You understand? So do what you have to do to get in the fuckin' mood. We aren't kiddin' around. We'll give you a little time," he said as he and Jimmy left the room.

"Oh God John," she cried, "what are we going to do... they're going to force me... us to... to..." she couldn't finish.

"To fuck our brains out," John thought to himself hiding a wolfish grin.

"This can't be happening", John began acting, "what is my fiancé going to say if she finds out?" he said in a panicky voice. Cynthia turned her head to look at him.

"I didn't know you were engaged John."

"It's not common knowledge," he said, "she's twenty-one. I've never even been with another woman," he cried describing his fictitious fiancé.

"What are we to do?" he asked her.

"I don't know John I just don't know. Oh God no!" she cried.

"What? What is it?" he asked.

"My husband and I are trying to start a family. I... I haven't been... I'm not taking any birth control... Oh God... I... I could get pregnant... I have to get out of here", she yelled in panic struggling frantically to free herself. John smiled evilly,

"Damm the bitch could have my kid. Wouldn't that be great," he thought, "or have a kid from the other two. This is too good to be true," he gloated to himself.

"Are there any rub... I mean condoms in the house?" John asked in as sincere a voice as he could manage.

"Yes, yes there are some in my husband's dresser."

"Maybe they would let us use them if... if..." he stuttered.

"Oh God do you think they would John? Do you think they would?"

"We could ask?"

Cynthia seemed to calm just a little.

The two teens walked into the room having overheard the conversation but pretending they hadn't.

"You ready for a little showtime sweetheart?" the grinning Billy asked mockingly.

"Please," she said, "I'll do whatever you want," she began, "but..."

John almost choked. "Was she that naive? Did she realize the kind of things that their perverted imagination could dream up?" He didn't think so for a minute.

"But what, Sweetheart. You trying to make a deal?"

"Yes. Yes I am," she said finding courage deep down.

"Let's hear it," Billy said.

She quickly explained her family plans with her husband and how she was prepared to cooperate if they used condoms to prevent pregnancy.

"What do you think Jimmy?" Billy asked.

"She's gonna do whatever we want as long as we wear rubbers?" he asked.

"Well?" Billy asked looking at her.

"Yes, yes, you perverted little bastards," she screamed bargaining with her would be rapists realizing the futility of expecting a last-minute rescue.

"Well in that case... sure why not!" Jimmy said.

"Fine with me too sweetheart," Billy said.

Cynthia visibly relaxed wondering if she would be able to submit as she had promised. All she wanted was to get this over with, keep her husband from finding out and try and get her life back. She gritted her teeth and promised herself that it would be over soon.

"Untie her Jimmy," Billy said.

"How about me?" asked John winking at Billy.

"You stay where you are for now," Billy said, "we got some plans for you that we think you're gonna enjoy."

The conversation between John and Billy failed to register with Cynthia. She was just happy to be untied for awhile.

"Just where are the rubbers?" Billy asked Cynthia as she rubbed her wrists and legs.

"They're in the dresser-drawers in the corner," she said pointing to the small piece of dark furniture.

Jimmy opened the top drawer and began to rummage through it.

"Whoa," he said with a laugh, "you gotta see this."

Jimmy removed five boxes of condoms of different types from the drawer and put them on the bed.

"My God..." Cynthia exclaimed unaware of the collection her husband had accumulated.

"Were you expecting company?" Billy asked with a smile.

Indignantly Cynthia stared red-faced at the collection refusing to answer the humiliating question.

"Damm there must be fifty or sixty of them. Guess we have enough for the weekend!" he said laughing.

Billy picked up two of the sealed boxes and examined them, "French tickler and Dutch screamers. Looks like hubby never got a chance to try these."

"Wonder if they really work?" asked Jimmy.

"We'll know soon enough," replied Billy staring hungrily at the nervous wife.

"Looks like there's only two missing," Jimmy volunteered.

"Didn't entertain too often did you sweetheart?" mocked Billy.

Cynthia turned away shamed beyond her wildest imaginations at the merciless intruders.

"No wonder he agreed to have kids, probably the only way she would agree to have sex," Jimmy said accusingly.

"That's not true you bastard," she screamed, "How dare you... just who do you think you are you stupid punk," she yelled.

Jimmy stopped laughing and turned towards her, hatred in his eyes. His abusive father called him stupid all the time. Billy put his hand on the younger boy's chest as he menacingly advanced on the cowering woman.

"Calm down!" Billy said. Jimmy stared at the older boy then backed off.

"Just you wait," Jimmy said threateningly. Cynthia shivered.

Chapter Five

Cynthia stood shaking in front of the two teenage boys while, John, her conspiratorial co-worker anxiously awaited Billy's next command.

"Take off that sweater," Billy demanded.

Hesitantly but obediently she complied baring her breasts to the teens once again.

"Ohhh man... fuck me," moaned Jimmy, "what a set of tits!"

John readily agreed remembering the feel of her hardened nipples in his mouth.

"Please can you just..." Cynthia began.

Billy warningly placed his finger against his lips ordering her to be quiet. She quieted immediately.

She instinctively moved to cover her naked breasts with her arms but immediately stopped when both boys glared at her. She lowered both arms to her side.

"Play with your breasts," Billy said.

Cynthia looked down and raised her hands slowly massaging her large breasts.

"Harder," Billy yelled. She obeyed.

"Pull your nipples," Jimmy yelled.

She pulled at her nipple tips.

"Fuck! Her nips are getting hard," the younger teen said.

"Looks like she's getting off!" Billy said.

"That's not true," she thought to herself trying her best to ignore the taunts.

The watched in silence, the minutes passing by, as the beautiful wife played with her gorgeous tits.

"Okay that's enough for now," Billy announced.

"Thank God!" she thought.

"Look what you've done to loverboy," Billy said.

Cynthia turned and looked at her captive co-worker. She inhaled sharply at the size of the bulge in his pants.

"John, I..." she exclaimed ashamed.

"I'm sorry Cynthia," he falsely apologized.

She refused to look at him feeling somehow betrayed.

"You're not getting off that easy bitch," Jimmy said.

"Looks like lover boy needs a little relief. "

Cynthia was momentarily speechless, "what do you want of me?"

"Well, right now it's not us it's his little friend that needs some attention. Take off his pants and underwear!"

Cynthia didn't move.

"NOW!" Billy said angrily. She still didn't move.

"Fuck this Billy," Jimmy said, "I told you she wouldn't do it. No fuckin' rubbers for me man. She's gettin' my baby-juice man."

Cynthia sobered quickly, "no, no I'll do it... I'll do it please..." she begged.

"Well get your ass in gear then woman," Billy yelled feeling a rush of adrenalin.

Cynthia threw herself at the bound co-worker and quickly undid his belt, unbuckled his pants, unzipped him and began to pull his pants off.

"I'm sorry John..." she whispered with tears filling her eyes.

John couldn't believe that she was apologizing for what she was about to do to him. This had to be a dream he thought.

She slid his pants then his underwear off failing to notice that his legs had not been tied. She sat back on her feet, the hardened nipples of her heaving breasts scraping his knees as she stared at his nine-inch erection heavily veined and leaking a stream of clear liquid that had matted his pubic hair.

"My God!" she thought her mouth hanging open in shock. Her husband was the only man she had ever seen naked and had sex with. She had always presumed that all men were the same size. John's erection proved her wrong. He had to be at least half as long again as her husband. She was shocked at the sight of the throbbing erection.

John stared at the kneeling beauty.

"She's never seen one that big," he thought, "fuck could this possibly get any better."

"Come on sweetheart," Billy said pushing her ass with his shoe.

"Gobble that fucker up. What are you waiting for?" Cynthia looked at him in confusion.

"Jesus! Suck his cock bitch. You must have sucked cock before?" Cynthia had only done this once for her husband after weeks of begging but she had hurt him in the process. He had never asked again. She had always somehow felt less of a woman because of that failure.

Cynthia raised herself, placed both hands on John's thighs and stared down at the thick purplish head of the leaky penis. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and lowered her head feeling the slippery penis enter her mouth. She felt it bump the back of her throat. The gag reflex hit her and she spit out the penis coughing. The room was silent. She tried again remembering something she had read once about relaxing muscles and opening the throat. She managed to suck the penis as deep as she could but gagged and coughed out the penis again. She was determined to get it right. She swallowed the penis again and again. She felt John trembling and heard him groan deeply in passion. She sucked and slurped taking the penis deeper and deeper feeling it moving into her throat. She found that by timing her breathing she could almost take the full length. She felt somehow proud of herself and was anxious to try her newfound skill on her husband.

The boys sat mesmerized. John never stopped groaning. He began to thrust upward fucking the beautiful wife's mouth. She felt a loss of control as John thrust his pelvis at her face. She grabbed the base of the shaft, squeezing and stroking in time while she regained control and began again to deep throat him. She pressed her body down harder coaxing and prodding him mashing her breasts into his knees and reducing his violent thrusts. She felt his body shaking uncontrollably and his penis swelling. She sucked harder and faster lost in the act.

"Ohhhh Godddddd... Ohhhhhh don't stop... ohhh fuckkkk..."John groaned feeling the explosive orgasm begin.

Cynthia felt the beginning of his climax. Her eyes opened wide and she tried to pull her head free but two strong hands were pushing her head down holding her in place. It was too late John began to spurt wave after wave of thick viscous cum into the beauty's mouth. She felt like she was underwater drowning. In desperation she gulped down as much of the semen as she could to keep her airways open but some burst through her lips trickling along her cheeks, chin and splashing onto her heaving breasts. Slowly John's thrusting and thrashing slowed, the hands holding her head were gone and she collapsed away from him falling onto her back her upper body painted in his semen. She struggled for air breathing deeply regaining her strength. John's red face was covered in sweat as he slowly began to recover.

"Son of a bitch," Jimmy shouted, "did you see that?"

"What a cocksucker! She could make a fortune as a porn star," Billy announced.

Even John agreed. "Who would have thought?" he asked himself. Did you get any shots of that?" Billy asked.

"Shit!", Jimmy said realizing that he had been holding the camera all that time and hadn't taken a single picture.

"Don't worry buddy," Billy said, "it's easy to understand. We'll have lots of other chances."

Cynthia listened to the three males feeling utter humiliation and shame but surprisingly feeling some sense of accomplishment which she quickly dismissed. She rolled over onto her breasts and began to weep uncontrollably. The two boys stared at the captured beauty their penises throbbing painfully.

"Let the good times roll," Billy thought.

"Yah go ahead," answered Billy.

Cynthia ran topless to the bathroom to clean the sperm from her body and wash out her mouth. Her firm breasts bounced very little but just enough to further harden a couple of young penises once again.

"Fuck what a piece of ass!" said Jimmy loudly.

Cynthia heard and called him a few names. All he did was laugh. She felt dirty and used. She knew that, unless some miraculous rescue occurred, this was just the beginning. She wasn't sure if she would make it through this nightmare.

"Happy?" asked the grinning Billy listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom.

"Fuckin' A man," said John.

"Do you believe that bitch. Who would have thought that she was that fucking hot and horny. It's always the quiet ones."

"Man, I can't wait," said Jimmy.

"It's worth the wait," said John, "believe me. I never blew a load like that in all my life. Fuck I'm still shaking - my heart can't stop racing. What a way to burn off calories!"

"I thought that cum is filled with calories?" Billy said jokingly.

"If that's true," John began, "then the bitch is going to gain a few pounds before the weekend's out. The three captors laughed hysterically.

The two boys re-tied John before Cynthia emerged from the bathroom. The boys anxiously awaited her appearance. They were as nervous as if they had been waiting to take a date to the high school prom. When the bathroom door finally opened they breathed in deeply and held their breath. Cynthia was fully dressed, had fixed up her hair, added a little makeup - she looked like a new person - a drop-dead gorgeous woman.

She hesitated, pleased in a way at the potential control that her beauty caused.

"Could she use that somehow to get out of this predicament?" she hoped the answer to that question was a yes. The alternative - being at the sexual mercy of these deviant young minds frightened her beyond belief.

She walked slowly and sensuously past the two teens and lowered herself into the chair she had been tied to. She crossed her arms over her magnificent breasts, stared at Billy and waited. For some reason Billy's erection had disappeared. He just stared at her until Jimmy pushed him from behind.

"Come on Billy let's get the show back on the road."

Billy glanced back at Jimmy, "shut the fuck up will ya!"

When he looked back at Cynthia she was staring at him. He didn't know why but it made him nervous. Cynthia felt Billy's fear and uncertainty.

"I wanna see her pussy," Jimmy blurted out.

"What?" asked Billy breaking the stare with their captive.

"Her pussy man! Her fuckin' pussy! Geze Billy you alright!" he asked.

"Yah yah just..." he started, "that sounds like a fuckin' plan."

Billy turned to the open-mouthed woman, "time to see a little pussy sweetheart."

Cynthia swallowed hard. She was inexperienced and just didn't know how to use her womanly charms to take full control of this situation. She felt things slowly spiraling out of control again.

"Strip bitch!" ordered Jimmy.

"No!" said Billy, "she can keep her sweater for now - time for the bottomless part of our little show," he added with a sneer. Get those pants and panties off Sweetheart."

She started to protest but thought better. She gritted her teeth, stood and undid her pants letting them fall to her feet. Billy bent down, gently grabbed her left foot and lifted it free of the pants then repeated the gesture with her right foot. Each time she raised a leg he stared at the mound between her legs hidden only by a thin layer of white panty.

Cynthia thought about kicking the older boy and making a run for it but the younger boy must have anticipated that very same thing - he held the handgun pointed at her. She looked at the gun. Jimmy smiled at her.

"You fucking little pervert," she thought, "I'll see you put away for a long time if it's the last thing I do."

Billy threw her disheveled pants on the bed. "Do you want help with those?" he asked grazing her panties with a finger. She jerked and squealed as if touched by a hot poker.

"NO!" she shouted.

She felt like a trapped animal. The rising look of lust frightened her. She stood frozen in panties and a sweater. John sat tied behind her admiring her panty-clad buttocks.

"What an ass!" he thought picturing himself pounding away at the bent over brunette her buttocks flattening with each stroke - his cock raged.

"Just a matter of time," he told himself.

"Time's up bitch!" screamed Jimmy in frustration, "get em off! NOW!"

"Please can't we work something out," she pleaded dropping to her knees. She didn't want the boys anywhere near her womanhood regardless of the condom deal they had made.

"I don't believe it, Billy!" Jimmy screamed, "I told you she wouldn't... Let's just tie her down and fuck the shit out of her. I can't take this anymore. I gotta have a piece of her ass. My balls are gonna explode. If she gets pregnant its her fault not ours!"

John became nervous and shook his head at Billy. Billy didn't miss the signal and would have quieted the younger teen but Jimmy had the gun that he had reloaded, was angry and waving it menacingly at everyone. For the first time Cynthia feared for her life but Billy stood between her and Jimmy.

"Listen Jimmy," Billy said quietly and as calmly as he could, "give me the gun..." He held his hand out.

"What's wrong with you man?" Jimmy yelled, "the bitch is fuckin' with us. She doesn't want to do anything for us. Can't you see."

Billy stood his ground with his hand out.

"Outta the way Billy or I swear I'm gonna..."

"You're what?" Billy yelled back, "... shoot me. Fuck we're buddies right? You wanna fuck her I promise you man you're gonna fuck her any way you want as many times as you want - I promise. And she's gonna love it too aren't you sweetheart," he continued. She knelt there stunned unable to speak.

"You mean it Billy?" Jimmy asked.

"I ever lied to you before?" Billy said.

"No," Jimmy said looking at the floor and shuffling his feet.

"Then give me the gun."

Jimmy handed Billy the gun. John and Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. Billy put his arm around the younger boy's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "How'd you like to sandwich fuck her later? You pound her pussy, I'll pound her ass and she can have another blow of Johnny boy?"

"At the same time?" Jimmy whispered back in astonishment."

"Yah we'll triple fuck her man like on those internet videos."

"I'd like that," Jimmy said, "but I'd really like to teach her a big lesson first."

"What'd you have in mind?"

"The old guy across the street. Maybe we can get her to give him a call - fix a leaky pipe or leaky pussy."

Billy broke away from the younger boy and began to laugh.

"Yah that would be great!!!"

Cynthia didn't like the way the laughing boys were looking at her. She hadn't heard a word of their exchange.

"Okay break's over," said Billy pointing the gun at Cynthia.

"On your feet and off with the panties."

She hesitantly stood up, took a deep breath, hooked her fingers into the elastic at her hips and rolled the flimsy material down to her feet where she kicked them away from her. She clenched her thighs tightly together to shield herself from the probing eyes of the two youngsters. She heard a sharp intake of breath behind her. John stared open-mouthed at the most beautiful ass he had ever seen. The bottom swell of her buttocks revealed the dark hidden center of her body. He strained to find her pussy when her hand covered her ass. She looked at him with more than annoyance.

"How could you John?" she thought, "we're on the same side..."

John apologized with his eyes although the expanding wet stain at the crotch of his pants said otherwise.

"Shit is that hair?" Jimmy asked staring at strands of pubic hair that stood out from her clenched thighs.

"Looks like she's got quite a bush," Billy said, "let's have a closer look. Sit down on the edge of the seat sweetheart and spread em wide. Time for a little inspection."

Billy positioned her chair so that John had a bird's-eye view as well. Cynthia knew this was coming but was not emotionally prepared. She began to cry.

"Oh fuck here we go again," Jimmy said.

"Look Bitch," began Billy, "either we do this the easy way or the hard way. "

"What... what... do you mean?" she asked shaking.

"You either cooperate and we go easy on you or we tie you down and force you. And... if we have to force you then no condoms and you can expect the pics of you and lover boy to be posted on the internet before the week's out. Understand?"

She lowered her chin and nodded.

"That's a girl!" he said putting his hands on her bare knees and pulling her legs apart. She didn't try to stop him. John and Jimmy stared at the juncture between her thighs as her legs parted.

"Damm she really is hairy down there," Jimmy said moving closer.

"Fuck!" John thought as the young teen got in his way obscuring his view.

"I can hardly see anything," Jimmy continued, "... where's the hole?"

"She's kinda sittin' on it I think," Billy said feeling around for her entrance.

"Ohhhh..." she squealed as his fingers brushed her clitoris still hidden within its hood.

"What'd you do to her?" asked Jimmy curious as to her reaction.

"I don't know," he answered still exploring for the entrance.

"Fuck, I can't find it," he announced. "Scoot forward sweetheart," he said.

Cynthia pretended not to hear him.

"Fuck me," he shouted grabbing her hips and pulling her forward so that she almost fell off the chair.

He began to explore her again.

"Ahhhhh... got it."

"Ohhh Goddd... no..." she cried as she felt the boy's finger force its way into her vagina. Billy fucked his finger in and out of his reluctant captive a few times before pulling it out. He put the finger to his nose and sniffed loudly, "fine fuckin' pussy man - grade A."

"What do you think Jimmy?" he asked thrusting the finger at the younger boy's face.

"I wanna see for myself," he said frantically.

"Go ahead then," Billy said but don't hurt her.

Jimmy wasn't listening as he groped Cynthia searching for her entrance.

"Fuck where is it?"

"You're not far enough," joked Billy winking at John.

"I think I... yah I... found it... it's in man," he shouted.

Cynthia began to scream, "take it out... Oh God it hurts please take it out."

"What the fuck's going on," said Billy.

"Man she's really tight," Jimmy said pushing his finger deeper. She began to scream louder and louder.

"Shut her up will ya," Jimmy said to Billy. Billy grabbed Jimmy's hand and pulled him away from her.

Cynthia relaxed immediately although she couldn't stop squirming.

"What'd you do that for?" Jimmy asked, "I was fingering my first pussy."

"You sure bout that?" Billy asked.

Cynthia lowered her head in shame and began to cry.

"Check out your finger." Billy said.

Jimmy smelled his finger. "What the fuck?" he said, "it smells like..."

"Yah I know numb-nuts. You were poking her ass."

"Oh man... that's gross..." Jimmy said.

"That all depends man," Billy said, "some guys enjoy a little ass-fuckin. My old man once told me that even some women like it. It looks like the bitch ain't one of them though."

"Maybe lover boy wouldn't mind poppin' that cherry for us a little later," Billy continued taunting the captive wife.

"You wouldn't!!!" she yelled.

"All depends on how much trouble you give us," he said.

"I'll do what you want," she spat in feigned defiance.

"We'll see," he added making no promises. John's balls ached with the thought.

Jimmy returned from the bathroom after vigorously scrubbing his finger.

"No more tricks," he said to Billy indignantly.

"Yah alright," Billy said holding in the laughter, "scoot forward again sweetheart."

She moved back into position.

"Give me your hand," Billy said to Jimmy. Billy guided the younger boy's fingers to the captive's warm entrance.

"You feel it?" Billy asked letting go.

Jimmy had the widest smile Billy had ever seen as he pushed his finger into the warm depths of the beautiful woman. Cynthia tensed and groaned at the humiliation.

"Man that feels nice. But she's not wet man. I thought they get wet before fuckin'?"

"Maybe she needs lover boy to heat her up," Billy said.

"I told you that he's not my... ohhhhhh goddddd... stop please," she said as Jimmy began to piston his finger rapidly in and out of her.

"Don't hurt her Jimmy."

"Sorry," he replied pulling his finger from her. She breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"What do you think?" Billy asked.

"Nice... real nice... I can't wait to fuck her but..."

"But what?" the older boy asked. "There's too much fuckin' hair I can't really see her pussy. My dad had these magazines full of pics of pussy but they were all shaved."

Billy grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him, "awesome idea buddy. Let's shave her so we can get a real good look."

Cynthia was repulsed and shocked by the idea, "you can't be serious?" she blurted.

"My husband will know something happened. You can't... you just can't," the tears flowed again.

"You can tell him it's his birthday present or some fuckin' thing. I'm sure he won't mind." Billy said cold-heartedly.

"I won't allow it!" she protested.

"You talkin' like you have a choice bitch," Jimmy spat.

"Say Billy. I got an idea. Why don't we get her to ask the old fella across the street to help her shave?"

"You bastards," she screamed.

"Whoa... relax," Billy yelled at Cynthia, "it's gonna happen one way or another. You can shave yourself or maybe lover boy can help."

"You can't be serious," she yelled angrily.

"Lookit this isn't the fuckin' U. N. here. Jimmy, untie lover boy he's gonna shave her. "

"No I won't allow you," she screamed.

Billy advanced on John and put the gun to his head. John panicked for a second before noting that the safety was on. Billy winked at him again. John relaxed a little.

"Oh God don't kill me," he pleaded playing the role again.

"Five... Four..." Billy cocked the trigger, "... Three... Two..."

"Oh God don't!" she pleaded.

"Okay okay I'll let him shave me just don't hurt him."

John wished that he could control his erection. It was becoming extremely painful.

Billy ordered both of them to the bathroom to get it done. Billy afforded them a little privacy by letting them close the door.

John would remember the next ten minutes for the rest of his life.

"John I... I'm so sorry," she cried.

"For what?" he asked innocently.

"For... you know... doing what I did to you before... I... I'm truly sorry. What would your fiancée think of me?"

John put his arms around her shoulders consoling her.

"Cynthia listen these two punks are dangerous. They've already demonstrated their willingness to take our lives. You did what you had to in order to survive. We have to do what they tell us. I have to think of my fiancée and you have to think of your husband. I know it's not pleasant but we'll get over it as long as they don't hurt us. "

"You're right John, but I'm scared... I've never been with anyone but Greg... it feels wrong... I don't want to betray him. I'm afraid that they are going to ask me to do disgusting things. I don't think that I can."

"Listen Cynthia. First of all how can you betray Greg when you're being forced? As long as you think of him then you can do what you must to survive. Secondly, they can't take your mind from you."

"You're right John, I'll try... but it isn't going to be easy."

"I know Cynthia... I know. I'll try and help you as best I can," he said playing the gorgeous woman like a fish caught on a hook.

After wiping her tears and consoling her as best he could he asked her if she was ready. She nodded and gave him her husband's spare shaving kit. John noted that it was an old-fashioned kit with plenty of shaving cream. He told her to sit on the toilet and spread her legs as wide as she could. With steely determination she complied. John generously applied the shaving cream to her vaginal mound and surrounding areas with his fingers. She didn't realize that the small brush in the kit was intended to apply the shaving cream - John hid it from view as his fingers took liberty with her genitals. He then picked up an old-fashioned scalpel designed to scrape away any hair - it was sharp.

"Cynthia you're gonna have to stay very still. I'll try and be as delicate as I can."

"Thankyou John. What would I do without you?" John held back a smirk as he shaved off the hair just above her mound. He bared the flesh there in seconds.

"Now for the tricky part," he said, "don't move."

He pushed her left leg as far to the side as he could then began to carefully remove the hair from her left labia all the way down to below her opening. She held her breath. He went back over the area removing small amounts of hair he had missed. He sat back admiring his handiwork as he rinsed off the scalpel. He positioned her right leg and repeated the maneuver until her pussy mound was devoid of hair.

Mouthwatering was the word that came to mind. The outer labia were pulled slightly apart by her spread legs revealing signs of her clitoral hood, inner labia and opening. He needed to see more.

"Hold still Cynthia," he said, "I need to get this last..." he pretended placing his thumbs on either side of her labia he gently pulled the lips apart revealing her luscious interior.

"Oh God..." he thought his hand beginning to shake.

"John is everything alright?" she innocently asked.

"Yes, yes," he replied removing his hands watching the lips close.

"Are we finished?" she asked.

"Almost," he replied, "but you're going to have to stand up, turn around and bend over. I can't get it all in this position."

"Oh God, could it get any worse," she thought.

She nodded quietly to John and reluctantly moved into position her hands atop the toilet tank.

"Can you spread your legs a little more?" John asked trying his best to maintain control.

John was temporarily lost in a private fantasy world. If he stood up and unzipped his pants he could be fucking her in an instant. He shook with anticipation. He was losing it. He bit down on his tongue feeling blood trickle into his mouth. He regained control. He bent down and looked up at the beautiful woman's ass and exposed shaved pussy. His hands trembled again. He reached out and grabbed her left buttock pushing it aside to reveal more pubic hair. He carefully removed the excess hair. He repeated the process on the right and shaved the hair down to her anus. He then pulled both buttocks apart slowly. He watched her pussy unfold and open like an over-ripe fruit.

"Fuck..." he moaned clenching his teeth to prevent ejaculation. He had never seen anything so enticing in his whole life. The urge to bury his tongue in her pussy was overwhelming but he exercised restraint he hadn't known he possessed. He was breathing hard but let go of her and announced that he was finished. She was so embarrassed that when she turned around she couldn't look at him. He understood and quietly left the room.

She looked at her face in the mirror - the crying had made her look haggard and years older. She re-applied a little makeup and tried to make herself presentable. She stared at her shaved pubic mound wondering what men (or over-sexed teens) found so appealing. She wondered what her husband Greg would think and began to cry again. She wiped away the never-ending stream of tears and prepared herself to walk back into the living hell that her home had become.

Chapter Six

John quickly told the two teens about the shaving experience and talked to them about their plans. They eagerly agreed with John, tied him back into the chair and awaited the return of their willing victim.

Cynthia emerged bottomless from the bathroom protectively covering her shaved genitals with her hands. She looked to John for support and strength. John gave her a quick smile encouraging her to hold her head up high and endure. She drew strength from John - after all it was him and her against the two teenage criminals from hell.

Billy got up from the chair she had occupied and motioned for her to sit down as if he was a waiter at a high-class restaurant. Cynthia moved quickly to the chair and sat down futilely making sure that her mound remained hidden.

"Sweetheart... Sweetheart," Billy pleaded. Cynthia had begun to despise the endearment. She glared at him.

Billy ignored the look she gave him, "don't you know by now that we're friends and friends share things don't they?"

"Yah, I got somethin' that I wanna share with you," interrupted Jimmy. "Lookit sweetheart..." he began.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!" she screamed. The smile on Billy's face vanished replaced with something more sinister.

"Listen SWEETHEART," he growled, "I'm through fuckin' around. Let's see it," he ordered staring between her legs. She gritted her teeth, shuffled her buttocks to the edge of the chair and spread her legs as wide as she could turning her head to the side, "there you fucking animals. Are you happy now?"

"Fuck Yah!" both teens said at the same time.

"Don't move," Billy cautioned dropping to his knees in front of the spread wife. Jimmy joined him a second later.

"This is great," said the younger boy. "What's that?" Jimmy asked pointing at the ridge of protruding flesh just visible at the top of open outer labia.

"That's her cum button," Billy answered.

"Her what?" Jimmy asked.

"Her clit man, her clit. When women get excited this thing," he said grabbing hold and pinching the base of the hood, "opens up and the little fucker pops out."

Cynthia jumped and tried to pull away but Billy held on her.

"When she gets real fucking horny it looks like a little cock."

"Can I see her get horny?" Jimmy asked.

Cynthia sat in shock at the way they talked about her.

"Well that depends on us Jimmy boy. Sometimes you gotta be able to push the right buttons," he said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked.

"You'll know when it happens?" Billy answered.

"How?" Jimmy asked again staring into the open vagina.

"Well they'll usually start moaning and groaning, telling you not to stop. Then they shake and yell and come all over you."

"You mean they cum like us?"

"Kinda. I think it depends on the woman."

"I'd like to see her cum Billy. Can we make her cum for us?"

"Maybe... just maybe... who knows. The more she enjoys herself the more likely that we'll be real happy and leave sooner. "

Billy stared into her eyes.

"You fucking monster," she thought, "I'll never enjoy any of this. You bastards can rot in hell."

"What's that?" Jimmy asked pointing at the crinkled inner labia that remained closed.

"Ahhh... that's the spot man... the hole... fuckin' heaven. Here watch this," he began putting his thumbs on either side of her inner labia he began to pull the lips apart revealing a dark pink opening.

Jimmy lowered his head as he tried to look inside.

"It's pretty dark. I can't see anything. You got a flashlight Mrs. Hamilton," Jimmy said laughing. Cynthia bristled at the suggestion refusing to answer.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders and pushed his index finger all the way into her hole. "Wow it's pretty deep. I can't feel the end of it," he announced.

Cynthia gritted her teeth and held still.

Billy looked around the room as Jimmy explored the splayed opening of their captive. Not finding what he was looking for Billy got up to leave the room.

"Keep her company Jimmy, I'll be back in a minute."

"No problem Billy," he said as he began to fuck her with his finger."

"Ouch, that hurts..." she complained.

"Too fuckin' bad," the younger teen shot back. Jimmy continued to fuck his finger in and out but brought his other hand up and began to pinch her clitoris. Cynthia closed her eyes tight hoping that it would somehow relieve her shame and humiliation.

"Damm you," she thought, hating the slight tingling she was beginning to feel. She bit down on her lip to chase the feelings away.

"Got it," Billy announced as he returned holding up a large wooden spoon and a tape measure for all to see.

"What's that for, Billy?" the younger boy asked still working on the captive wife. Without realizing it Cynthia was holding onto the chair with both hands.

"Interesting," John thought as her knuckles got whiter and whiter the more the young boy played with her.

Jimmy was looking at Billy and hadn't noticed her reaction.

Cynthia panicked feeling a trickle of lubrication begin deep within her.

"Oh God no... please I can't..." she silently screamed.

Suddenly the hands left her vagina. She breathed a sigh of relief. The secretions tapered off.

Cynthia opened her eyes just as Billy knelt down between her legs. He pointed the long wooden handle at her opening.

"No, you can't", she screamed trying desperately to close her legs.

Billy shouted at her to stay still or else the condoms would stay where they were.

"You animals," she yelled spreading her legs again.

"Yah, Yah," Billy said, "don't fuckin' move."

John leaned in to get a close look as Billy slowly impaled her inch by inch with the handle. Cynthia tensed and closed her eyes shut again.

"Damm she's fuckin' deep," he said pushing the handle into her until he wouldn't go further.

"Yowwwww..." she yelled as if stabbed.

Billy laughed and make a mark with his nail on the side of the wooden handle measuring her depth. He slowly pulled the handle from her body until it popped out. Billy held it up for Jimmy and John to see. Billy stared at the spoon and pulled the measuring tape out.

"Impressive!" he said. Almost nine inches," he said, "looks like lover boy may be a little too much for her but we're just right."

"Like the fuckin' three bears and the porridge? Right Billy?" Jimmy asked.

"Yah whatever," Billy answered looking at the younger teen as if he was retarded.

"Built to fuck," Billy announced grinning lewdly at her.

"Can I fuck her, Billy, can I?" Jimmy pleaded.

"Yah it's time to take it up a notch," he said, "On the bed Sweetheart and spread em wide. Ohh and lose the sweater."

"Oh God..." she moaned rising from the chair pulling the sweater over her head to reveal her heaving naked breasts once more, "somebody help me... please..."

Tears rolled down her cheeks yet again as she crawled onto the bed.

Chapter Seven

Cynthia lay naked on her back looking through a tunnel of slightly raised and spread knees towards the end of the bed as Jimmy frantically struggled to remove his clothes. In the rush to rape her he had forgot to first remove his shoes and had succeeded in snagging his pants. Billy couldn't stop laughing at the panicky expression on the face of the younger teen. She had to admit that if not for the fact that she was about to be raped she probably would have found it funny too.

The young boy couldn't stop swearing until he managed to free his pant leg and stripped off all his clothes. He sported an erection not much smaller than her husband. Cynthia felt sick staring at the teen's penis. It was bobbing constantly and leaking pre-seminal fluid that looked like a spider was making a web from his cock to the floor. He leaped on the bed. Cynthia closed her legs before he could position himself.

"Hey what gives?" he yelled looking at Billy.

Billy looked angry.

"You promised," she reminded him.

"Sorry Jimmy, a deal's a deal if you want her cooperation."

Billy tossed Jimmy a wrapped condom with an extra-large reservoir at the tip. Jimmy ripped into the package and pulled the slippery condom out.

"How does this fuckin' thing work," he complained struggling to put it on.

"Get her to do it," Billy said. Jimmy handed Cynthia the condom. She sat up and reached for his penis. Jimmy jerked as her cold fingers grasped the base of his penis. She dropped the slippery condom and bent to pick it up. Jimmy used the opportunity to fondle her breasts and pull at her nipples. She felt his penis throb. She began to slide her hand up and down the boy's length. Jimmy tiled his head back and started to groan.

"Owww!" Cynthia yelled as Billy slapped her hard on the leg.

She instinctively pulled her hand off the boy to rub her leg.

"Nice fuckin' try Sweetheart," Billy said.

"What the fuck you do that for?" asked the confused Jimmy.

"Doin' you a favour numbskull," Billy answered, "she was trying to give you a hand job so you couldn't fuck her."

"You bitch!" Jimmy roared. John noticed that the commotion hadn't softened the younger boy. His penis looked larger than ever.

"Do it right," ordered Billy or we forget the deal - last chance!"

Cynthia resigned herself to her fate and gently reached for Jimmy sliding the condom down his full length. He shivered visibly as she rolled it down.

Jimmy moved to the end of the bed. Cynthia spread her legs wide until her vagina opened.

"Oh man," Jimmy said, "I'm gonna get fucked."

"Go get her," said Billy encouragingly. Jimmy moved onto the bed sliding forward on his knees until they touched her slightly raised buttocks. The head of his condom-covered penis was inches from her opening. Cynthia held her breath in anticipation. Jimmy grasped his penis and guided the head to the opening lodging it in place. He let go and experimentally pushed his hips forward. The head slid into her.

"Oh Goddd..." she moaned trying to come to terms with what was happening to her. Her husband was no longer the only man that had had sex with her. Jimmy looked into her red eyes then let his upper body fall forward sliding his penis into the unwilling woman until his testicles bounced against her buttocks and his chest flattened her large breasts.

"Ohhhhhhh... mannnnnn... that feels good..." he groaned loudly as her vaginal muscles involuntarily squeezed him.

"Didn't I tell you," he heard Billy say but Jimmy was in his own world. He pulled his hips back feeling the penis slide out until the crown of his penis almost popped out. He then pushed back in moaning with every inch that penetrated her. He managed a few more slow strokes before he felt the beginning of a loss of control.

"Gonna fuck you hard bitch," he yelled as he started to pound her as hard and as fast as he could. Cynthia lay there sobbing as the sound of hips slapping together filled the room. Suddenly Jimmy stiffened holding his penis as deep into her as he could go while grabbing her buttocks and pulling her into him.

"Ohhhh shitttt..." he yelled as his orgasm rocked him. It seemed to go on and on forever as Cynthia moaned and moaned in shame and Jimmy groaned and trembled. The teen was breathing like a steam train as he collapsed onto her sweat pouring from him.

His breathing gradually returned to normal - his penis began to soften.

"Fuck that was the best - fuck play station man, Damm that was fuckin' awesome."

Jimmy lay atop the unwilling woman savoring the sensation of her pussy. A few more minutes passed when he started moving off her. Cynthia suddenly grabbed him and pulled him back. "What the fuck," he shouted surprised but thinking that she wanted more.

"The condom's coming off," she said panicky about getting pregnant by a teenager.

"What do I do?" he asked. Cynthia told him not to move. She reached between their bodies and held onto the rolled-up base of the condom.

"Now get off me slowly," she directed.

Jimmy followed her instructions easing off her. The pressure she held on to his penis and condom allowed the condom to be removed without spilling a drop. Jimmy backed off the bed holding the over-filling condom to his deflated penis.

"Lemme see," Billy said. Jimmy held up the used condom.

"Son of a bitch," Billy proclaimed, "that's one full rubber. Definitely a baby-maker. Good thing you used the large size reservoir man looks like you would have had a backwash problem."

Cynthia was repulsed almost gagging at the site of the viscous white fluid. She quickly closed her legs when she realized that the three males were staring at her exposed genitals.

"Don't trouble yourself Sweetheart," said Billy as he advanced on the bed carefully removing his clothing and sliding a French tickler onto his penis, "get ready for another home run."

Naked, Billy slid forward on his knees his bobbing penis aimed at her open crotch. The older boy was a little larger than her husband which still shocked her. She couldn't stop staring at his penis either curious as to how much different it was than Greg's.

Billy smirked. "Don't worry Sweetheart I'm not a virgin and I believe I know how to use this thing," he said as he moved closer.

"Just get it over with," she whispered.

But Billy wasn't anxious for a wham-bam-thank-you-mam. He wanted to enjoy the sexy wife.

"Better yet if she got off," he thought although he knew the chances of that were probably slim. He placed the tip of his penis at her entrance and slammed it home in one stroke causing her breasts to bounce.

"Oh man that's a sweet pussy," he taunted remaining on his knees while holding onto her knees. As suddenly he pulled his penis out in fluid stroke and sat back on his feet. He wiped his forehead.

"Wow, I'd sure like to feel that pussy without a rubber. "

"You promised," she began to complain.

"Don't get your pussy in a knot Sweetheart," he said, "a deal's a deal," for now he thought.

"Let's double my pleasure," he announced re-positioning himself at her entrance once again. Without warning he speared into her again pulled out to the head then slammed back in then completely withdrew once again.

"Love to see those titties bounce."

He reached forward and plucked at her hardened nipples.

"Can't you get it over with and stop torturing me," she pleaded.

"Torturing you... torturing you," he repeated incensed with the suggestion.

He pulled her nipples until it looked as if they would be ripped from her breasts. She screamed for him to stop. Billy let her nipples go but slammed back into her again delivering four pounding strokes before withdrawing yet again.

"Oh God," she moaned, "please... please stop."

"Make you a deal Sweetheart," he began, "I'll give you a nice fuck - no more games - all you gotta do is kiss me real nice while we fuck."

"Oh God anything please just..." she left the thought unfinished.

"Deal!" he said.

Billy stabbed into her one last time and lay on top of her capturing her mouth with his. They kissed as his hips slowly rose and fell. Suddenly he started to viciously pound her again then stopped pulling his mouth from hers. Cynthia was sobbing loudly gasping for breath, "I'm doing what you want," she cried.

"No you're not Sweetheart. I don't feel the passion. I want you to pretend I'm your husband."

"But I can't do that... I just can't..."

"Yah you can. Just close your eyes and think of him while we fuck. That's all there is to it!"

"Oh Godddd... please... I'll try... just don't hurt me..." Billy smiled in triumph.

"Now one more time," he said putting his mouth on hers. She willingly opened her mouth wider. The kisses grew passionate as Billy fucked her with long slow strokes that slowly became quicker and quicker.

"Damm," he thought feeling an approaching orgasm that he couldn't head off. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. She tongued him back. His thrusts became more urgent as he pounded at her. The sounds of slapping hips filled the room again mingled, this time, with a wet sucking noise.

"Fuck me," John thought, "she's wet -- really wet!"

Billy's penis swelled as the orgasm engulfed him. Cynthia felt him growing. Her pussy began to tingle deep down and she didn't fight it this time.

"Oh Jesus," she thought, "hurry up and come."

She didn't want to feel anything.

"Help him and get it over with," a part of her mind told her.

She began to move counter to him hoping to quicken his orgasm. Billy's eyes flew open as he realized that she was fucking back, but it was too late, "Shitttt..." he screamed kissing her hard as he could. Stream after stream of semen erupted filling another condom. Slowly his hips came to a stop and he lay atop the abused wife their hearts pounding against each other. Billy wanted to stay in her forever but he pulled away holding onto the condom to avoid leakage for which she was thankful.

"You sure know how to get the best out of me," Billy mocked holding another over-flowing condom.

"Gotta tell you Sweetheart," he announced regaining his breath, "you are one dynamite of a fuck."

Cynthia rolled onto her side, buried her face in the pillow and cried hysterically.

"I'm ready for another round," Jimmy said as he pumped his second erection.

Cynthia begged them to let her alone.

"Give her some time," Billy said, "go wash up," he told her.

Cynthia didn't have to be told twice. She ran into the bathroom and started the shower.

"You about ready for a round?" Billy asked John.

"Can't fuckin' wait," he answered.

"She's the real genuine fuckin' article man," Billy said, "we could make a fortune peddlin' that pussy with that body of hers..."

"So how do you want to handle this?" Billy asked.

"Well," John began, "she trusts me and we can use that to our advantage. Now's not the time to let her in on our little secret. She thinks that I'm engaged to be married and that I don't want any of this to happen. As far as she's concerned we're both being abused. If I take too active a role she's gonna figure it out."

John paused to think about their next move.

"I got an idea," Jimmy said.

"Let's hear it," Billy said skeptically.

"Well Johnny boy wants to fuck her right?"

"You got that right," John quickly answered.

"How about we get her to fuck you?"

"I like where this is going," John said.

"She always sees you tied to the chair so... we keep you tied to the chair like we did when we had her blow you. We get her to slide that sweet pussy up and down your cock..."

"She'll think she's raping me," John said excitedly, "I love it!! You're a genius kid!"

Jimmy beamed at the compliment.

They stopped and froze when the water was turned off.

"Sounds like she's almost done. Let's get you into position lover boy," Billy said with a broad smile.

John shook with excitement as the boys tied him to the chair. They made sure that he was tied tightly this time - it had to look as real as possible.

-----------------------------------------------

"What next?" she thought as she walked back into the bedroom fully clothed once again, save for her favourite bra that had been destroyed. The look that the two teens gave her made her feel like a sheep that had stumbled into a pack of wolves.

She turned to look at John but he quickly turned away,

"Oh no..." she nervously thought wondering what depravity they would force her to endure next.

"Glad you decided to join us," Billy announced.

"Do I have a choice?" she sarcastically fired back.

"It appears that she's fired up again?" Billy said speaking to the gun-toting younger teen.

"She's gonna need it," he said laughing. Billy laughed along with him. Cynthia glared hatefully at the two teens.

"Alright Sweetheart let's get down to business," Billy said, "strip!"

Cynthia stood defiantly staring at him.

"Fuck are we gonna play games again?" Billy yelled.

Cynthia began to undress without taking her eyes from him.

"Stare all you want Sweetheart or would you rather stare at this," he said grabbing his crotch.

"You're disgusting," she shouted.

"That so?" Billy said threateningly.

Cynthia didn't say another word as she finished undressing.

"Damm you're one fine piece of ass," Jimmy offered, "put your hands on top of your head and push those big titties out."

She was about to say something when Billy gave her an evil look. She hesitantly obeyed.

"How did this happen," she thought posing lewdly for these two over-sexed teens.

Jimmy handed the gun to Billy, picked up the digital camera and began to take one picture after another.

"Smile dammit!" Jimmy shouted.

"It's bad enough these delinquents are forcing me but now they want me to pretend I'm enjoying it... well fuck them," she said to herself.

"Jesus!" she yelled as Billy's hand landed with full force on her bare buttocks.

"You deaf Sweetheart? Smile or so help me God I will beat your ass so you won't be able to sit for a month."

Cynthia rubbed her painful behind as tears poured from her eyes.

"You son of a bitch," she whispered between sobs.

"What'd you say?" Billy asked challengingly.

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" she answered wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Ask her again?" Billy told Jimmy.

"Smile!" Jimmy asked with a great big grin. Cynthia forced herself to smile.

"Doesn't look real happy," he started to say.

Billy moved in her direction. "That's better," Jimmy said as Billy stopped and winked at her.

"Beautiful!" Jimmy said, "now put your hands under your tits like you're offerin them to me."

Cynthia almost lost the smile as she complied cupping her beautiful full breasts that until now no one except her husband and doctor had ever seen.

"Fuckin' nice!" he complimented snapping another half dozen pictures, "now pull your nipples. That's it! Farther. Oh Yahhh... Farther... man you're hot," he said lewdly.

Jimmy wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Put your hands on your ass. Yah like that... elbows to the side. Great! Now push your ass forward."

It looked as if she was pushing her pussy at an invisible stranger. She continued to smile aware of how they would treat her if she didn't.

"Now get on the bed... No not like that," he said, as she lay on her back.

"On your knees. Shit! Turn around with your ass to me. Oh Yah that's better. Spread your legs. Wider! Wider god dammit. Wider. That's perfect!" he said moving closer.

Jimmy snapped off four close-ups of her spread pussy and another four of her hanging breasts.

"Fuck me," he said, "I think I've got me a new hobby." Billy laughed.

Cynthia let the teens direct her through more poses until they had tired of their little game.

"Thank God it's over," she thought as she sat on the bed, her legs closed.

"Fuck that was amazing," Jimmy said reviewing the digital photos, "you could put the video game industry out of business."

Cynthia didn't respond.

"That was interesting," Billy said openly fondling himself.

"You pig," she thought.

"But now," Billy continued, "it's time to bring lover boy back. Here put this on," Billy said throwing the negligee at her.

"I can't! I bought this for my wedding day... this was for my husband only... you can't make me."

"Oh can't I?" Billy said advancing on the obstinate beauty.

"Please, can't you leave me alone. Haven't you done enough to me already?" she sobbed.

"Lookit Sweetheart," Billy said with a softer voice trying to get her back on track, "We're almost done. We don't plan on staying here much longer. Listen you do a few more things, don't complain and we're outta your life for good. We'll even leave the camera and photos behind?"

She desperately wanted to believe him.

"Do you mean it?" she asked.

"You have my word," Billy answered with a sincere voice.

"But Billy," Jimmy began to argue. Billy turned to look at him, winked and said, "Listen numbnuts if she promises to behave and do these last few things than Yah she gets all the pics understand?"

"I suppose Billy," he said, "don't mean I gotta like it."

"I don't give a fuck if you like it or not. I make a promise I stick by it - plain and simple. Got it?"

"Yah. Got it." Jimmy pouted.

Cynthia looked at John for guidance. He nodded with a big smile.

"Deal," she said to Billy shaking his hand.

"Is she fucking stupid?" John thought, "how the hell do you fall for that load of bullshit." He wondered if he could find some Florida swampland to sell her. John wasn't the only one who was surprised.

"You ready?" Billy asked.

She nodded anxious to end the ordeal. "A light at the end of the tunnel," she thought to herself breathing a sigh of relief.

Billy gestured to the negligee. Cynthia quickly donned the see-through material. Billy then gestured toward John. Cynthia looked at her bound co-worker then looked back at Billy confused. "Unzip him and take his pecker out."

With a newfound sense of resolve the negligee-clad beauty moved towards John, knelt down and pulled his pants zipper down. She delicately reached in through his underwear and struggled to pull his already erect penis through the opening. John gritted his teeth as the zipper teeth bit into his erection.

"Sorry John," she apologized, "but I have to do this. It's almost over."

He remained silent willing himself to be calm - it wasn't easy not with her standing lewdly in the sheer red material that just accentuated her curves and hid nothing.

John's nine-inch penis pointed at the ceiling. The head looked as if it was ready to explode.

Cynthia looked at Billy for instructions.

"Hop on?" he said.

"What?" she asked, "hop on - all aboard."

"Jesus you aren't too bright are you," Jimmy said insultingly, "swallow his dick with your pussy - fuck him."

"You can't be..." she started to say but the look Billy gave her warned her that their deal could come to an end.

"Where are the condoms?" she asked hurriedly wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.

Billy handed her one of the Dutch screams that had ridges along the length.

Cynthia opened the wrapper and pealed the condom over the massive head of John's penis. She had to pull and stretch the rubber to get it to fit - it was tight. The condom didn't quite make it to the base of his penis.

"Shoulda got the extra-large size," Billy said, "Guess these are good for hubby but not for lover boy."

Cynthia's face grew red with rage.

"Sorry," Billy apologized not wanting to spoil the moment.

Cynthia calmed and began to move into position facing John She lifted her left leg over his lap straddling him and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

The head of his penis bumped into her clitoral hood. She grunted at the contact. John raised his hips pretending to adjust while aiming the head at her clit for another encounter.

"Yah!" he said to himself feeling the contact against her sensitive flesh.

"Ohhh... Ohhhh..." she squealed.

Her clit began to emerge from its hiding place.

"Noooo..." she silently screamed feeling the erotic sensation wash over her. She tried to break the clitoral contact but John squirmed again rolling his shoulders causing her to lose balance in the wide-spread position. He took the opportunity to bump her clit two more times. Her clitoris was almost fully erect poking obscenely out so that every contact was like electricity coursing through her.

With one hand Cynthia held on to John's shoulder while frantically reaching for the penis to break the over-stimulating contact.

To counter her attempt John rolled his shoulders again causing her to fall forward. The head and length of his penis pushed at her clitoris again and his length slid alongside the outside of her furrow the head almost at her navel. She shuddered with the continuing sensual contact with her clitoris.

She mistakenly thought that John was trying his best to avoid being raped and that's why he was struggling - little did she know.

"Please John," she whispered, "I don't want this either but please if I don't get this over with they will never leave."

John nodded his agreement and stopped moving. He had accomplished what he had set out to do - the manipulation of her clitoris had started her juices flowing. He could feel the wetness sliding along the contact between his length and her spread labia.

Once again she reached for his penis succeeding this time. She re-positioned herself and fumbled with the head. She managed move it but it once again bumped into her erect clitoris. She squealed loudly and grabbed it again placing it firmly against her opening. She adjusted her hips making sure that it was firmly lodged then began to lower herself onto it.

"Ohhhh... Godddd..." she moaned, "it's too big..." she complained as the massive head stretched her opening wider and wider until it began to hurt.

John knew that it was almost in and decided to help out. He thrust his hips up at the same time she pushed down. The massive head and another two inches slid into her.

"Ohhhhh... ohhhhhh... hurtssss..." she hissed.

John flexed causing his partially embedded penis to throb.

"Oh my God..." she screamed.

John repeated the move over and over.

"John! Stop please," she begged.

"I can't help it," he said.

"Just get it over with," he added pretending to plead with her. She gritted her teeth and raised her hips until only the head remained then lowered back down using their combines lubricants to ease the pain. She moved up and down again and again taking more and more of his length with each stroke. Finally she sat fully in his lap atop his testicles - his penis buried to the hilt.

"Ohhhh mannnn... that feels amazing," he thought flexing his penis again.

Cynthia had never felt this full in all her life. She thought it would have been much more painful but was surprised it wasn't. John stared at her naked breasts through the negligee. Her nipples were rock hard and the aureoles looked as if they could be peeled off. He was tempted to move but patiently waited to see what she would do next. He didn't have to wait long as she began to lift herself an inch or two before sliding back down. Slowly she lifted herself further, three, four then five inches before sliding back down. Her strokes were slow and steady. Before too long she started to rotate her hips as she moved up and down lifting until only the head remained before sliding back until he couldn't go further. Her pussy was dripping with juices as she increased the pace. John struggled and struggled to hold back his impending orgasm - it wasn't easy but he managed.

Minutes passed by as the sweating tricked wife concentrated pushing with her legs to lift herself from the huge penis only to fill her pussy with its length again and again. Her leg muscles flexed and flexed as she bounced up and down faster and faster. The room was filled with wet sucking sounds as her movements became frantic. She would rise to the high point then slam her pussy back down grinding her hips sensually against his before pulling off him once again. Each time her clitoris rubbed against his pubic mound. She began to mutter softly, her hips in constant motion.

Billy and Jimmy were treated to quite a show as they stared at her gorgeous ass rising, falling and twisting side to side. Jimmy had bent down for a closer look beckoning Billy to join him. Together they watched her tightly stretched pussy clinging feverishly to the pistoning penis as she fought to fuck herself on him.

"Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh," she moaned as she was losing control, "harder... harder..." she shouted to no one in particular as she pounded her pussy against her bound co-worker.

John stared at her bouncing breasts and near inch long nipples. He knew she was close but so was he. He felt his penis begin to swell with the impending orgasm. The swelling only incited her to work her hips faster and faster. John tried desperately to meet her plunges but she was in charge. Suddenly he felt his penis under intense pressure - Cynthia experienced an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced.

Lost in the passion, she threw her head back and screamed, "Oh you bastard... fuck meeeee... Oh Goddddd... I'm cumming..."

That was all John needed. He gritted his teeth as a massive orgasm rocked his body in response to her squeezing pussy.

"What he wouldn't give to send his seed into her womb," he thought. As the orgasm washed over them. Their strokes slowed. Cynthia still raised herself so that only the head remained and continued to push herself onto him until their pubic mounds mashed together shivering and moaning lightly with each down stroke. Finally she stopped and rested her sweaty body against his.

"I'm sorry John," she said weeping, "I don't know what happened to me..." she cried.

"I know," John thought, "you've never been fucked properly," but what he said was, "I forgive you Cynthia."

"Thank you John," she said pulling herself off of him. The shrinking penis pulled from her pussy with a wet plopping sound that started Jimmy laughing.

"Look at that," Billy said pointing to her open crotch.

It looked as if her pussy had stretched so much that it refused to close. Cynthia looked between her legs and started to cry.

"Oh God no... look what you've done to me."

"Don't worry Sweetheart you've obviously never been fucked by a big fella like lover boy. It'll close up by itself in awhile unless you wanna fuck him again."

"You filthy bastard!" she screamed slapping his face.

"You fuckin' bitch," he screamed grabbing her wrist in a viselike grip.

"I think it's time to teach you a lesson," he said pushing her to the floor.

"You see that?" Billy asked her pointing to Jimmy. Cynthia noticed that Jimmy had been holding a video camera. She panicked.

"That's right Sweetheart, we got it all on tape and it's gonna cost you to get it back."

"But you forced me," she complained.

"Didn't look like you were being forced from here," he said, "I bet hubby would agree."

"You have to give me the tape," she demanded.

"You're in no position to order anyone around," he said, "but we'll let you earn it back."

Cynthia sat quietly listening to the young blackmailers.

"No! No! No! Not that! You've done enough to me. I refuse," she screamed.

"Have it your way then," Billy said, "but if I were you I would carefully think it over."

"I won't do it," she insisted.

"Fine Sweetheart," Billy said, "them go clean yourself up you're beginning to smell like a whorehouse."

"I swear I'll kill you. I swear I will," she promised.

"Just get your ass cleaned up and, like I said, think about what I told you. You really want the tape to get around? It's a small price to pay."

"FUCK YOU!" she raged slamming the bathroom door.

"Think she'll do it?" asked Jimmy. "I sure as hell hope so," Billy answered.

Chapter Eight

"Would this nightmare ever end?" she asked herself pulling on the sheer nylon stockings she had bought but had never worn. Just when it looked as if it was close to being over they pulled her down to another level of debasement.

"Would this be the last of it?" she asked herself again preparing herself for what they had promised would be the final act. She prayed that it would be but she remained skeptical. This wasn't the first time they had dangled the carrot of release before her only to cruelly yank it away and force her to perform more lewd acts. Yet somehow they seemed sincere this time... at least she hoped.

Cynthia was no one's fool. She knew that this time could be no different but she had to hold on to the hope that the nightmare would be over soon. Without hope she would be lost - desperate measures would be needed. She had thought about it already but wasn't quite ready nor had an opportunity presented itself.

She examined herself in the full-length mirror thinking about what she had already done with them and what further depraved acts they had forced upon her. Greg would never look at her the same again if he ever found out. While no explanations were necessary for much of what she had been clearly forced to do with her captors no explanation could be offered for the way she reacted in raping her co-worker. She had not only experienced an orgasm with another man but she had enjoyed it - the ultimate betrayal of her husband. She couldn't explain her actions and wasn't sure if she was willing to look too closely. One thing however was certain; she had to erase that obscene recorded moment in her life. It was simple - she needed that tape; they had promised it to her if she performed this last act. Her choices were clear no matter how distasteful she knew it would be. She gritted her teeth and walked out of the guest room and back to the master bedroom where the two teenagers waited.

"HOT DAMM!!!" Billy said as she walked into the room.

"The lamb to the slaughter," John thought licking his lips at the sight of the beautiful formerly unattainable wife. He remained tied loosely to the chair. He noticed that she hadn't looked at him since their encounter.

"Turn around slowly," Jimmy ordered.

Cynthia slowly turned.

They had picked out an ensemble of clothes she was to wear. She had washed and combed her silky brown hair, applied a little extra make-up including a fire-red lipstick they boys had picked out to compliment her attire. She wore a low cut short-sleeved light green blouse that hugged her curves and accentuated her eyes and hair. A Victoria secret charcoal coloured bra that slightly elevated her large bosom pushing it into the visible low-cut expanse of her blouse to the edge of her aureoles added a mouth-watering element to the vixen/hooker look they had wanted. A tight-fitting velvety black skirt that was at least six inches above her knees accentuated her hips and buttocks. The sheer nylon stockings they had made her wear and black three-inch high-heel shoes served to complete the enticing package.

"Fuck me!" Billy exclaimed, "you're gorgeous. If I were your hubby Sweetheart I would never leave home."

Cynthia began to cry.

"Ohhh shit!" Billy said rubbing his forehead.

"Listen," he began, touching her shoulder, "I'm... I'm sorry," he apologized. Jimmy rolled his eyes.

Cynthia pulled her shoulder away as if she had been burned. She wiped her eyes in both resignation and determination, "you just keep your promise to me that's all!"

"You have my word," Billy promised.

Cynthia stared into his eyes looking for any deception. Not finding one she turned away and stared at her feet. Cynthia hated these particular shoes. They hurt her feet, caused her to wobble like a drunk and pushed her ass up as if begging for attention.

"You ready?" Jimmy asked. She nodded.

Cynthia picked up the phone book found the number and began to dial. On the fourth ring a voice answered, "Hello!"

"Hello!" she replied, "Is this Mr. Phillips?"

An eerie silence met her. "Hello! Hello!" she said.

"Who is this?" a deep voice answered slowly.

"It's Mrs. Hamilton from across the street," she replied.

Billy was watching the neighbour's house across the darkened street. It was almost eight o'clock and the sun had long since gone down. The city hadn't yet installed streetlamps in this relatively new development making the street very dark on this cloudy night.

"It must be him," he whispered, "I saw a curtain move... I think."

"Mrs. Hamilton," he started saying her name as if tasting it, "do what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of this call?"

The tone of his voice and eloquent speech temporarily shocked her. She had caught the elderly man staring at her on more than a few occasions but had never actually spoken to him. Fact was nobody in the neighbourhood knew anything about him. No one knew if he had family, if he was alone, retired or anything at all about the secretive hermit. He just seemed to show up one day. Cynthia had pegged him as a lecher likely with a low IQ. She wondered about the accuracy of that assessment.

Cynthia read from the written instructions the boys had given her.

"I know it's late but I don't know who to ask," she started, "Greg, my husband, is out of town for another week and I've just discovered that I have a leak. It's very wet and warm and I desperately need somebody to take care of it right away." The boys chuckled as she glared at them.

"Mrs. Hamilton are you alright?" the voice asked.

"Yes certainly," she said, "why do you ask?"

"Is there anyone with you?" he asked cautiously.

Cynthia was puzzled by the question. "No I'm all alone. I just don't know how to stop the leak. I thought you may know how?"

Billy and Jimmy were clutching at their stomachs struggling to hold back the explosive laughter. They weren't the only ones struggling to contain the laughter. John was biting the inside of his cheek.

"Mrs. Hamilton, I'm sorry I don't quite understand. What is the nature of this leak?" he asked.

"Just bring your tool... I mean your tools over. I'm afraid that if the pipe bursts it will flood the house and I don't know how to turn off the water," she added.

"I see," he said, "if I understand correctly, "there is a problem with your plumbing?"

"Well of course what do you think I have been talking about," she continued, "the pipes under the kitchen sink appear to have sprung a leak. Water is beginning to flow everywhere. I've already tried two plumbers but all I get is there answering machine. Greg would know what to do but he's not here. Do you think that you could help me?" she pleaded.

"Why of course," he said, "what kind of neighbour would I be if I said no. Let me put a few tools in my car. I should be there in a few minutes." He hung up.

"That's odd," she said.

"What do you mean?" asked Billy.

"He's going to drive over."

"He does live across the street, doesn't he?" Jimmy asked puzzled.

"Whatever," Billy started, "maybe his legs aren't so good or the tools are heavy."

"Remember the deal?" Billy asked her. She nodded again.

"You got to get him to fuck you."

"You bastards!" she screamed, "I remember... but what if he can't."

"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked.

"He must be eighty years old or pretty close," she said.

"If you can't get him to fuck you, and you better try your best to make it happen cause we'll be watchin', then you blow him. Either way he walks away feelin' very happy. Understood?" he said.

"You just remember your promise to me," she shouted back.

They stared at each other for a moment. Billy nodded his agreement. Cynthia steeled herself and walked downstairs to the kitchen with Billy close behind.

In the meantime Jimmy was releasing John. They grinned mischievously at each other and followed just out of sight.

The three males moved to the basement and waited. They had found a box of video and camera equipment in the basement earlier. Apparently Greg Hamilton was an avid photographer and video buff. One box was filled with folders of pictures and videos labeled "Mountains", "Lakes", "Birds" and similar uninteresting descriptions.

Jimmy had remarked that Greg must have been a fool not to have filled his basement with pornographic images and video of his gorgeous wife. John and Billy agreed. Nevertheless they had discovered that two of the smaller cameras (designed to secretly capture jittery birds) were operable. They carefully positioned the cameras in the kitchen and returned to the basement.

"Too bad you don't know how to use the monitoring equipment," Billy said to John.

"Yah," added Jimmy, "we could watch the action from here."

"Yah I know," John said, "but we'll see it soon enough, besides it's better if we're out of sight. We wouldn't want to spook the old fucker."

"Old Fucker," Jimmy repeated with a laugh, "I like that."

John laughed along with him.

Cynthia waited anxiously in the kitchen. She watched as the garage door of her neighbour opened automatically and a car backed out. The car backed out onto the street and into her driveway. She watched from the window as he got out and went around to the rear of the car. She couldn't quite see but she heard the trunk open. A minute later the doorbell rang. She shivered but forced herself to walk to the door. She pulled it open and greeted the older man. He reminded her of her grandfather - white hair, stooped over a little, bushy white eyebrows and deep intelligent looking brown eyes. He thrust a wrinkled hand at her introducing himself as he quickly appraised her charms.

"I'm glad to finally make your acquaintance," he said with a grandfatherly smile bringing her hand to his lips giving it a quick kiss.

"Different generation," she thought not altogether displeased with his gentlemanly behavior. It made her task all that more unpleasant.

She smiled and then turned to the kitchen sink. A puddle of water covered the floor. She walked to the sink feeling him right beside her. She walked carefully around the water precariously balanced on her high heel shoes, bent her upper body forward and thrusting her buttocks lewdly back as she pulled open the cupboard.

"You see that the pipe right... Ouchhhhh!" she yelled.

She turned her head and almost froze at the sight of a steel syringe protruded from her right buttock his thumb pushing the plunger down emptying the contents into her body. She stared at the imbedded syringe as if it was happening to someone else then confused she managed to look into his eyes as she felt her body collapse into unconsciousness. Her neighbour caught her at the waist with his left arm as he extracted the syringe with his right hand quickly shoving it into his pocket.

He stared hungrily at his prisoner feeling his penis stir.

"It's been a longtime," he thought.

He believed that his past was long gone.

"Fate! It's a devilish thing," he said with an evil smile.

He easily lifted her on to his shoulder and left the house as quickly as his feet would allow. He lowered her body into the trunk, slammed it shut, got back behind the wheel and drove across the street into his already opened garage. As soon as the car disappeared inside the garage door closed tight. It had taken less than three minutes from the time he had plunged home the syringe to the time that his garage had closed on the future and safety of Mrs. Cynthia Hamilton. He used to be able to do it in half the time. He wondered if he still remembered his old tricks. He grinned wolfishly from ear to ear as he extracted her body from the trunk of his car. He was glad he hadn't thrown out any of his equipment.

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"What the fuck was that?" Billy and Jimmy said scrambling to their feet.

"Sounded like a closing door," Billy started to say, "fuck me! If the bitch let him get away I'll... I'll..." he couldn't finish the sentence he was so angry.

"Wait!" John said cautioning them to stay where they were until they were sure everything was alright.

"Shit!" Jimmy whispered, "do you think she called the cops?"

John and Billy looked at each other, panic on their faces.

"Nah!" Billy announced with as much confidence as he could muster, but he wasn't sure. They waited patiently counting off the minutes - one, two, three, four...

"I can't take this," Jimmy said, "I gotta find out what's going on.

"Alright, but keep real quiet," Billy warned.

The three quietly left the basement. When they reached the top of the stairs they slowly moved within view of the kitchen. Stopping they listened for any sounds. Not hearing any, John motioned them forward. They walked into the empty kitchen.

"What the fuck?" Jimmy said.

"Maybe they went upstairs," John blurted out.

"That bitch," Billy started, "I told her to stay in here. Go check it out," Billy ordered Jimmy, "but quietly."

"The car's gone," John announced just as Jimmy returned.

"No one's here," he said.

Billy scratched his head. "What the fuck happened?" he said.

John and Jimmy shrugged. "One things for sure," started John, "the answer might be on the cameras."

Minutes later the teens were staring at the television screen watching the events unfold. They stared in horrified fascination as they saw the old man remove something from his pocket when Cynthia hadn't been looking, plunging it into her buttock and pressing the cylinder down. It happened so fast they appeared to be almost as shocked as Cynthia. They watched as he easily lifted the prone body of their lovely prize and disappear into the night. They stared at each other in confusion.

"What the fuck is going on?" Billy asked nervously.

"No fuckin' idea!" John answered.

"Who the fuck is this guy and what the hell did we just get ourselves into?" Billy asked.

For the first time since they had played the beautiful wife John was afraid... afraid of the unknown. She had told him that the neighbour was "creepy" and that no one in the neighbourhood knew anything about him. All John could think about were the Hannibal Lecter movies.

"Get a hold of yourself," he told himself.

"What do we do?" Jimmy asked Billy and John.

"Maybe we should split," Billy volunteered.

John felt like agreeing but nervously said, "we gotta find out what happened to her. Fuck, we owe her that."

The three boys nodded to each other. Billy looked at his watch. Almost thirty minutes had passed since the old man had taken her.

"Let's hope that he's got her at his house," John volunteered.

The three boys took the long way around exiting the back of the house through the fields and woods circling behind the neighbours homes on the opposite side of the street. By the time they had climbed the old man's fence and slipped into his backyard another ten minutes had lapsed. The three males scanned the house.

"I don't see any lights," Jimmy whispered crouched in the dark.

John gestured the boys forward. They crawled to the back of the house and each peered into three small basement windows at the level of the foundation. Another minute went by and John motioned them to join him.

They looked at each other more puzzled than before.

"You guys see anything... anything at all?"

"Can't see a fuckin' thing," Billy and John said in unison.

"Do the windows look odd to you guys?" John asked.

"Yah! Come to think of it," Billy said.

"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked.

"The windows are black," John started, "looks like someone painted them black from the inside."

"Why would someone..." Billy started to say then said, "Oh fuck... this guy could be the real fuckin' McCoy couldn't he?" asked Billy hoping John would offer a reasonable explanation.

"You gotta wonder what he's hiding," John answered nervously.

"Let's get outta here," Jimmy said suddenly afraid for his life.

"Lookit," John began, "we have a gun, right?"

"Yah," answered Billy pulling it from his pocket feeling a little more confident.

"And..." John continued, "there are three of us. All young and in good shape. Then there's him. He's gotta be... what... eighty. We can take this guy," John announced. Billy and Jimmy looked apprehensive but slowly nodded.

"First thing though..." John began, "we gotta know what's going on. Let's check around the house to see if there are other windows. John set off to the left side of the house leaving Billy and Jimmy to check the right.

The two teens were staring into another painted window when Jimmy felt a hand on his shoulder. He started to scream but he was cut off when another hand covered his mouth. Jimmy and Billy stared up at John.

"Keep it down!" he warned taking his hand away from the younger teen's mouth.

"Jesus Christ!" whispered Jimmy, "I think I pissed myself."

Billy giggled but wasn't sure if he hadn't done the same thing.

"You have to see this. I found her," John said anxiously.

Before they could ask a question he crawled off into the night to the left of the house. Billy and Jimmy followed him.

They approached another ground-level window but this one was different. A pinpoint of light speared into the night like a miniature flashlight from the painted window.

"Careful!" he cautioned as one by one they looked into the basement. They both sat back breathing hard. John took another look.

There were dozens of pieces of equipment and machinery John couldn't identify throughout the well-lit room as well as cameras mounted on tripods. It looked like a movie set in a horror show. But the equipment wasn't what caught their attention. Atop a shiny steel table was the unconscious naked kneeling form of Cynthia Hamilton. The only piece of clothing she retained were the high-heel shoes. A padded belt suspended from the ceiling was around her naked waist preventing her body from collapsing onto what looked like a plastic two by four that she straddled. Her head was similarly suspended by another ceiling belt. Her ankles sported two leather anklets with ropes that disappeared under the table holding her legs apart. Her vagina was wide open because of her wide-spread position. Her breasts were obscenely stretched by two clamp like devices that viciously held her nipples and pulled them downwards attached to metal rings on the edge of the table.

"Where's the fuck is the old guy?" John wondered.

John saw the hint of movement then a figure emerged into his line of sight. The old man moved a tripod into position not more than a foot from her wide-open vagina. John watched him move his fingers over her splayed pussy. He pushed two of his fingers into the unconscious woman and held them there flexing his hand. A minute later he pulled them free of her and into his mouth. He looked could only be described as demonic. John saw him remove a cell phone from his pocket and punch out a number. He spoke to the unidentified person while lovingly stroking the captive brunette's buttocks. Cynthia never stirred.

"What was going on?" John asked.

To be continued...(maybe)...