Chapter 3

She squirmed and twisted, trying to avoid some of the pawing, grabbing, squeezing hands, slipping to the floor in a kneeling position, which seemed like a good idea. But they quickly rolled her over an her back and lifted her legs high in the air, exposing everything to their greedy little hands. And when they couldn't get her sweater off without untying her hands, they pulled it, along with her arms, up over her head. Her bra was twisted in there too, she realized, frightened by their hungry attack.

"Tom," Al said in a whisper, pulling the older boy by the arm, to get away from the others. Then, as they moved out of hearing range, he said, "Why don't we get rid of the kids and you and I give her a fast fuck?"

"Knock it off," Tom said sternly. "We've got a job to do. And we'd better get the hell out of here before we get caught."

"Awwww, come on," Al pleaded. "It'll only take a few minutes. And they didn't say nothin' about not porkin' her... so we can't get in trouble for that."

"They didn't tell us to strip her either. When we rehearsed the plan, we just tied her hands and got out fast. Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah... but what's a few minutes?"

"Don't be a shithead. If someone knocks on the door we're in big trouble. Come on, let's get out of here fast."

"Balls!"

"Okay," Tom called to the others. "That's enough. Let's put the show on the road. And fix her clothes... and put her drawers back on... I don't want to get my ass chewed out. Let's go. We've been here too long already."

The younger boys obeyed his commands without hesitation. They dressed Jan quickly as best they could. Hooking her bra gave them the mast trouble and they put her slacks on backward, but Jan felt a sense of security just being covered again. Her whole body seemed to sigh with relief and she felt more relaxed now.

"Now get her out in the trunk of the car!" Tom snapped, taking one last look around the house to be sure they hadn't forgotten something.

"Hey!" Al said. "Maybe they've got some money laying around the place."

"Forget it," Tom answered. "We haven't got time to go searching for it. But get her purse. We may want her identification." He went to the kitchen window and watched as the others packed Jan into the trunk of the old Chevy. Tom was satisfied. He turned to give the kitchen a last check and saw Al at the refrigerator filling a brown paper bag with food. It reminded him of his own hunger and the fact that they had had only a hamburger each for the past twenty-four hours.

"Nice going," he told Al. "See if there are any cookies and other stuff too." He took Jan's purse from Al's arm and quickly searched it for money. His eyes widened when he found over a hundred dollars in her wallet. He'd never seen that much money before.

"Is there enough there to buy gas, for the trip back?" Al asked over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Tom answered, pocketing the money. "We'd be in some fuckin' trouble if there wasn't," Al said, his head in the refrigerator. "Shit. There's enough food here to feed an army."

"We ain't got all day, so take what you can and let's go."

"That's it," Al answered, closing the refrigerator and picking up the three paper bags he had filled. "The kids are gonna shit when they see all this stuff," he added as he started out the door.

"Yeah... and when we get the ransom money we'll all start eating like human beings."

Once Jan resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't do anything about her predicament, at least at the moment, she reined and settled into a comfortable position in the semidark trunk. Without thinking, she reached up with her bound hands and removed the tape from her mouth. The simplicity of the act brought her attention to the fact that she could just as easily untie her hands too. But she hesitated, considering the possibility that if they stopped the car and opened the trunk they would realize their mistake and tie her hands behind her back. She decided not to take any chances at this point and left them tied.

Gradually the panic and fright eased from her body and mind, leaving her remarkably calm, she thought with surprise. She was relaxed, composed and probably less nervous now than her captors, she decided.

"This is unbelievable," she said in a soft whisper, wishing she had a companion to share the experience with. "So far they've bungled everything! I've seen their faces and even know their first names. They tie my hands in front of me so I can remove the gag and even open the knots with my teeth, or wait until they stop the car and start screaming for help. They're so bad at kidnapping that I expect to awaken at any moment and find it was all a stupid dream. They could have done better by just following the script of even the worst television plot!"

The sound of her own voice was reassuring and made sense. She decided she would take her own advice: wait until the car stopped, then start screaming and kicking to attract attention. The only drawback in her plan was the realization that she might only get one chance to try it. If it didn't work the first time, she was certain they would gag and bind her so she couldn't try it again. So she'd have to wait until she was absolutely certain someone was close enough to hear her. A parking lot, if they stop to eat, or if they stop for gas, she decided.

Confidence surged through her and she was certain she'd be back home before nightfall. Within minutes she realized her opportunity was probably about to materialize. The car turned, and the motion of it seemed to indicate they were entering a parking lot or gas station. The car stopped and she strained to hear the sound of voices. She forced herself not to be impatient and it paid off, she realized, because the first voices she heard were the boys. There were three or four of them, talking, whistling and making noise right outside the trunk.

Gas! her mind screamed. They were getting gas! There were other voices, but she couldn't tell how far away they were with all the noise the kids were making outside the trunk. Then the noise stopped abruptly and the car was moving again.

Gradually she talked herself out of the depression this setback had created, telling herself there would be other opportunities. But she never quite gained the confidence she had had before they stopped. She was nagged now by the fact that her captors were a little more clever than she had given them credit for being. And as the trip dragged on and on, her loneliness began to work on her nerves.

After what seemed to her like hours and hours, the car began to slow down and pull off the road. She was suddenly alert again. She wondered if this was the last stop. The end of the trip, where they would either kill her, or possibly hide her until the ransom was paid and then kill her. She quickly placed the tape back on her mouth and waited, knowing the place was secluded simply by the lack of any sounds of traffic. The trunk opened and she was blinking at the sudden brightness that rushedin. She looked up into the faces of Tom and Al.

"We thought you'd like to stretch your legs," Tom as saying as they helped her out of the trunk, holding her up until her legs regained circulation.

"Yeah. And maybe take a pee, like the rest of us," Al added with a grin.

Jan shot him a look of utter disgust. She hadn't liked him from the moment he had entered the house. His face had a rodent-like appearance, and his straight, stringy, dirty-blond hair kept falling across his beady eyes. She judged him to be about nineteen years old, five-foot-six and skinny. Tom, on the other hand, was lean in an attractive way, about twenty close to six feet tall, with black wavy hair.

"Don't pay any attention to him," Tom was saying as he led her away from the car. "If he doesn't knock it off, I'll have to show him who's boss."

They had certainly picked a deserted place to stop, Jan noted as they walked toward a field of grass and clover. The trees and landscape suggested northern Massachusetts, or possibly New Hampshire. Then were too many trees to see any great distance, but in the area she could see, there wasn't a structure in sight. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the other boys grouped around a big oak tree. They were obviously emptying their bladders, she decided.

"Look, Mrs. Latimer," Tom said, taking the tape from her mouth. "If you have to go, you better go now. We've got a good trip ahead of us and I'm not stopping again."

She realized he was talking with a normal, sincere voice now and she felt better. "Yes," she answered softly. "I would like to... go... but not with everyone watching."

"The other kids will be in the car, but me and Al can't let you out of our sight."

"You're too fuckin' soft." Al cut in, taking Jan by the arm and pulling her to a nearby tree. "You gotta piss, lady, piss!" He pulled her slacks and panties down in one fast jerk and stepped back. "We all saw your goodies back at the house, remember?"

Jan stood motionless, facing the tree with her slacks down around her ankles. She deliberately waited until she had control of herself before saying in a calm, even voice, "Girls don't urinate against trees."

"Yeah," Tom growled at Al. "If you had half a brain you'd be dangerous."

Jan turned to face them and couldn't help but notice the bulges in their pants. If Al wasn't there, she told herself, she was confident she could handle Tom without any trouble. With the right bait, she could twist him around her little finger.

And he was staring at the bait she had in mind, she noted, amused by the wide eyes on both of them as they stared at the hair covering her cunt.

"Don't give me that shit!" Al retorted. "How many broads have you fucked? You know your next will be your first."

"If you don't shut your mouth, I'll put my fist in it!" Tom growled.

"Would you at least untie my hands?" Jan asked softly.

"Can't," Tom mumbled. "Just do what you gotta do and let's get it over with."

"I'm not trying to be difficult," she said, "but my slacks will get wet this way."

Tom weighed that thought for a moment, then stepped closer and knelt before her to help her step out of the slacks. His nose and eyes came within inches of the triangle of hair that fascinated him so much. An aroma swept into his nostrils and startled him a little. It caused havoc in his pants, where his cramped cock throbbed and flexed with sudden excitement. He wanted to linger there longer, to breathe in the smell of girl-juice, but he knew Al was already getting impatient. He figured Al was probably thinking the reason it was taking so long was because he was too gentle. He forced himself to complete the task and moved away quickly.

Using the tree as a backrest, Jan slowly lowered herself to a squatting position. She stared at Tom and Al as they stared at the junction of her legs. A chill of delight swept through her and she realized the act was also arousing her sexually. It occurred to her in that instant that she got her greatest thrill from the delight she gave innocent, inexperienced boys. The way men crave young virgins, she decided, for the sake of watching their reactions to the taste of forbidden pleasures.

"I can't take it any longer," Al said to Tom through clenched teeth as Jan was almost finished. "I gotta do it, Tom. You gotta let me. It might be the last chance I'll get far years... and I dream about it day and night..."

Tom just nodded his head, never taking his eyes off Jan. Al rushed to her side, grabbed her under the arm and pulled her away from the puddle she'd made, forcing her to kneel while he dropped his pants. The sight of her smooth, white buttocks convinced Tom he couldn't resist the invitation either. Al was already on his knees, moving up behind her and squeezing the firm flesh of those perfectly matched globets.

Jan didn't resist, fight or complain. She yielded willingly, almost as anxious as the boy. The heat of his cock against the cool skin of her ass gave her a chill. It slithered between her legs and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together to feel the length and thickness of it. The boy missed the lips of the entrance he sought, but she didn't realize that he was unaware of this fact. Her squeezing legs around his throbbing cock was enough to bring him to the peak of excitement. She could feel the throbbing, hot meat sliding back and forth through the crease of her cuntlips, tantalizing her to a fever pitch.

"Mmmmmmm..." she found herself cooing as he pistoned between her legs. "...mmmmm, it feels so good."

His groin slammed harder and harder against the cheeks of her firm ass. Jan was reaching an orgasm just from his rubbing, teasing shaft in her cunt-slit.

"Ohhbh... mmmmmmm..." she purred as the juices flushed from her aching cunt. She squeezed him tighter to savor the feeling, and knew by his sudden grunt that he was about to reach a climax too. She opened her eyes in time to see his sperm shoot from the ballooning, mushroom-shaped head of his cock into the grass below her. As the third wad of cream spat out, she felt the strength seeping from his body and the full weight of him coming down to rest on her back. She squeezed her legs together to satisfy his last, but futile attempt to prolong the climax. Then she held him there until his cock relaxed and went limp.

As Al backed away, she noted that the only moisture between her legs was from her own climax. The poor boy, she thought as she moved from the spot where his cum had been deposited in the grass and turned to see if Tom was still anxious to have his first woman. He was standing in the same spot she had last seen him, but he was stripped from the waist down. His cock was ready, she observed with delight. And her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boy's enormous hard-on.

She slipped to a sitting position and gave him an invitation with her eyes. But he remained motionless, just staring. She smiled and pleaded with her eyes for him to fuck her.

"I want you," she finally said in a sexy, throaty voice. "And I can see you want me..."

He mumbled something to Al, who was pulling on his pants and the boy started walking toward the car. Then Tom started to move in her direction. With each slow, deliberate step he took, his large cock swayed menacingly. Her eyes grew wider as he got closer.

"It's you I wanted," she managed to say, not taking her eyes from his cock.

"I shouldn't have let Al go first," he mumbled.

"Al didn't have me first," she whispered. "Al didn't have me at all!"

"Huh?"

"Al was so anxious to just rape me, that the minute he put it between my legs he thought it was in," she explained as Tom knelt between her legs. "Actually, he missed the goal by a mile and only had it nestled between my legs."

His lips curled into a slight smile. "I'm glad," he said. "Al doesn't deserve you. And I'm glad the joke is on him."

"I knew you wanted me when you were taking my slacks off," she said. "I could feel your hot breath down there. And I wanted you."

"I never smelled anything as... as... beautiful before," he said, knowing he was stretching the truth by calling it "beautiful". He found himself lowering his head to smell that strange fragrance again. This time his nose touched the soft hairs and he closed his eyes to shut out everything but the smell of her.

Jan watched with growing excitement, as his breath swept through the hairs and over the soft, sensitive lips of her cunt. Then she felt his dry lips touch her moist, pink lips and she found herself gently lowering her back to the ground. His strong hands were spreading her legs wider apart and his mouth opened to surround her cunt. She held her breath, waiting, hoping, and then feeling his tongue tiptoe around the sensitive cavity.

"Oh, Tom!" she cried. "I love it! You make me tingle all over... and feel soooo gooooood..."

His tongue slithered between the soft pink lips to the inner well that was the source of the nectar he found so delicious. And the walls seemed to flush a fresh supply of nectar on his invading tongue.

For Jan, the licking, snaking tongue swept all the fear and anxiety of being kidnapped from her mind. She couldn't focus her attention on anything but the havoc his tongue was causing in her body. At the moment, the only violence in the world was happening between her legs and she loved it. And when her mind did bring the thought of her abduction, and the possibility of what they may do to her, into focus, it was pushed to the back of her head by the promise of pleasure his large cock offered.

"Unnnnggghhhh..." she groaned. "Unnnggghhh... oh! Oh! AH! AH! Harder, harder... HARDER! Oh yes... mmmmmmm... you've done it... mmmm... I love it, I love it!"

Jan saw the faraway look in his eyes as he paused to catch his breath. She remained silent, too exhausted to break the spell he seemed to be in. He was still kneeling between her legs and she assumed his upright cock would dive into her at any moment, to fill the den his tongue had prepared for it. But when the glazed look in his eyes didn't change and his thoughts seemed to be a thousand miles away, she became puzzled.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked finally.

"Huh?" he gulped. "Oh... yeah... sure."

He lowered himself, pressing the large, blunt cockhead at the entrance to her drenched honey-jar. Jan arched up to meet him, trying to suck his big cock into her hot cunt. The huge shaft moved slowly into the velvet-soft den, driving her wild with its thickness. She imagined it was stretching her insides to the limit, which added to the sensuous effect of its slow penetration.

"I never knew anything that felt this good," he whispered in her ear. "It feels so hot and delicious in there... and you're so beautiful..."

"Unnngggghhhh," she groaned. It seemed like a giant spear had pierced her body and was coming up her throat. When she tried to speak, her voice seemed to be a series of gurgling sounds. And when his thick cock throbbed, her whole body screamed with delight.

When Tom felt her legs swing up and over his hips, and her heels come down on his buttocks, driving him deeper into her, he suddenly realized it was Jan who held them captive. His sexual fantasies hadn't prepared him for a situation where the girl actually wanted him. Somehow he had developed the idea the act was painful for girls and only men enjoyed doing it. But now his young mind was convinced he was in love with her and that she loved him.

"INnnnggggbhh," she groaned, gurgling deep in her throat and feeling him respond with greater lust. "Ahhhh... ooowwwww... OH! Unnngggghhh... mmmmm... good, good mmmmmm."

Tom didn't understand what was happening to her. He suspected he was actually inflicting pain. But her squirming, bucking body excited him even more and he could only grit his teeth and try to get it over with as fast as possible.

As Jan's orgasm peaked and she slid breathlessly dawn the other side of the mountain, she picked up the tempo of his throbbing cock. And suddenly she was faced with another mountain to climb, another peak to be reached and another gratifying ride down from the top. Without hesitation, she started the climb.

Serious doubts were creeping into Tom's head. He had been at the point of exploding for so long, he began to wonder if something was wrong with him.

"Come, you bastard," he mumbled. "Come, come, come... you sonofabitch."

Jan thought he was coaxing her on and she was lifted to the peak of excitement. She hung there breathlessly, waiting for the signal that he was going over the top so she could ride the thrill with him.

"You fuckin' bastard," he groaned helplessly. "Come, you sonofabitch."

At that she realized he was having trouble. When she opened her eyes, she could see the anguish on his face. It almost triggered her own climax, but she managed to hold it in check.

"Mmmmmmm," she whispered in his ear. "Just relax and let me feel that delicious cock inside me." The tip of her tongue circled his ear, then darted in teasingly. "You're the greatest," she purred, emphasizing the point with a slight squeeze of his captured cock by the aching muscles of her cunt.

"I want to come," he moaned, "but I can't..."

"Mmmmmm, that's okay... the longer it takes the better."

The fear of failure suddenly slipped from his mind and he relaxed, convinced she was the most wonderful woman in the world. He concentrated only on the sensations she was producing on is body: the slow grinding of her hips that caused a sensuous massaging on his deep-seated prong, and the teasing, tinging feeling her tongue was creating in his ear. Then he felt the volcano rumble and the hot lava starting to rush up the center of it, burning the inner tube with a stinging pain that brought relief to his tortured mind. That burning sensation told him there was really nothing wrong with his sex equipment after all. And the moment that first squirt of hot lava cleared the volcano tip his whole mind washed clean of any thoughts of frustration and concentrated on the delights the girl under him was working on his body.

With the first spray of his cum on the white-hot walls of her cunt, Jan slipped from the peak of her orgasm and joined him in the convulsions of a combined climax. His juices mixed with hers and they were both gasping for air, grunting, moaning and lost to the excitement of the moment.

Jan had to lock her legs around his waist to keep from losing him as he pumped his cock harder and harder into her. Shen she had him fully seated and securely held in place, she found herself on a breathtaking roller coaster ride of orgasms. The warm sun and gentle afternoon breeze, along with the trees, the open space, the sky and even the blades of grass tickling her bouncing ass, made the whole thing dream-like. It made her feel so young and carefree, she thought with delight.

"Ohhhhh, Tom," she sighed happily. "Ohhh... Tommmm... it feels sooo good... I love it, Tom. I love it."

"I love you, too," he gasped, squeezing out the last of his climax.

"Mmmmmmm..." she purred, and suddenly found his open mouth covering hers, with his tongue darting around the cavity in search of her tongue. The escape from reality was over, she realized. She could feel his huge cock soften in her juice-filled cunt. And she knew her ordeal would resume when that organ slipped from her clutches. But there was no holding the limp meat now, she told herself as she tried to respond convincingly to his passionate kiss.

"We'd better get going," he said, lifting himself back to a kneeling position.

As he helped her to her feet, she asked in a pouting voice, "Do I have to get back in that dirty, cramped trunk?"

"I'm afraid so," he answered. "But it's for your own good. Believe me. As long as you don't know where we're taking you, we can let you go when we get the money from the bank."

"Do you expect me to believe that I'm going to be freed, when I've seen all of you?" she asked with a sulking voice.

"I give you my word," he said. "I won't let anything happen to you. You know that."

After Tom hastily pulled on his pants, he helped Jan into her slacks, allowing her to give him instructions so they didn't go on backward this time. Then he led her back toward the car. The kids in the car stared at her with wide, questioning eyes. Al was leaning against the back fender, pretending casualness, but she knew he was anxious to ask Tom what had happened. She could only hope now that Tom wouldn't tell the boy about his error in judgment.

"How much time did we lose?" Tom asked as they got to where Al was standing.

"Almost an hour," Al answered.

"Then we'd better get the show on the road."

"I put some cookies and stuff in the trunk for her," Al said a little sheepishly. "I figured she'd be getting hungry before we got there."

"Thank you," Jan said, before Tom could say anything. She noted that Al avoided her eyes and felt that was a good sign too. She had even gotten to the tough guy, she told herself as they helped her into the trunk. It was a reassuring thought and she felt she could use him to her advantage when the time came.

As soon as the trunk was closed she began eating the cookies, trying to concentrate on some kind of a plan to use when they got to where they were going. But as the car began to move and she settled back into a comfortable position, she realized she was so exhausted she couldn't concentrate on anything. She found herself dozing off to sleep and tried to fight it. Then she decided a little nap might not be a bad idea. She'd certainly want to be alert when they got there, she told herself, and realized the muffled sounds of the car on the road had a hypnotic effect.