Chapter 11
They had been permitted to shower, and the sandwiches and coffee were hot and delicious, served by a smiling and naked Myrtle under the watchful eyes of Fats and Jake.
Still naked, Dave and Shirley sat on the edge of the couch as they ate, again avoiding each others eyes, but glancing, now and then, toward the other's body.
"I thought you might be interested in what I have planned," Jake said. "So far, we've determined that Officer Bascomb is little more than a whore in uniform. Now, we're going to see how you react, sergeant."
Dave swallowed a mouthful of the roast beef, chasing it with the steaming coffee. He raised his head, glaring at his captor with angry eyes.
"To what?" he demanded gruffly. "You've done everything to us."
"Not quite," Jake smiled. "True, you did engage in intercourse while you were bound. But there was a certain restraint in your actions. I'm certain you can both do much better with a little persuasion."
He waited until the pair had finished with the food, then he gestured at the mattress. "You will both he down," he ordered quietly. To Fats, he said, "Have the others come in."
Jabber and the girls entered when Fats opened the door, walking across the room to take seats on the couch when Dave and Shirley stood up. Queenie and Myrtle, who had gone after the food, had undressed again, while the others were still naked.
At Jake's nod, Fats joined the trio, and the two girls positioned themselves on the laps of the males, slender legs straddling the hairy thighs as they faced away from their partners, watching Dave and Shirley he down on the mattress. Jake moved to the low stool, placing one foot on it. He wrapped his fingers about his balls and squeezed gently, then slid them up to encircle his semi-erect cock.
On the couch, the two girls squirmed their bottoms against the expanding organs beneath them, finally lifting their hips and fitting their cunts over the swollen heads, taking the pricks into their bellies with little sighs of excitement.
Queenie's blonde pussy swallowed Fats' enormous pole, and Myrtle drew Jabber's smaller shaft into her snatch with one deft movement of her hips. Four excited faces stared at Dave and Shirley.
"We're going to play a game," Jake announced. "If you fail to cooperate, I promise you a most unpleasant punishment. Each one of us will offer a suggestion, and you will carry it out without question. Do you understand?"
Dave began a curse, but Shirley's firm hand on his arm halted him. He shot her an angry look, then nodded, his body relaxing.
"Excellent," Jake murmured. His prick was stiffening, and his encircling fist moved up and down the shaft, slowly and lovingly, squeezing until the satin plum bulged in strained fullness. "Queenie," he said, raising his voice, "what would you like to see them do?"
"I think he ought to do a little muff-diving," the blonde answered, her voice heavy with the huge cock that stretched her pussy. She suddenly giggled. "If Fats didn't eat it off!"
"Shit!" the big man rumbled, inching his prong deeper into her crotch. "I just got started!"
"Sergeant," Jake repeated. "You heard the request."
Dave pushed himself to his knees, and Shirley lay back on the mattress, spreading her long legs until the slit of her cunt showed pinkly through the blonde curls. She gave him a helpless look as he knelt between her feet, moistening his lips with broad sweeps of his tongue. He raised his eyes to hers.
"Sorry, kid," he murmured, keeping his voice low. "God knows what these bastards will do if we don't play along."
Her lips twitched in a half-smile. "I'll just pretend that we're all alone," she whispered.
Dave lowered his face between her thighs, slipping his arms beneath her knees and lifting her slender legs into a sensuous cradle. The delicate scent of her moist pussy filled his nostrils, and a shudder of desire swept through his limp cock, enlarging it before his lips touched the inviting cleft of her waiting cunt.
Ten minutes later, Dave was on his back, while Shirley, at Myrtle's suggestion, crouched over his middle with her lovely mouth fastened lovingly about his rearing prick, sucking him with an avidity completely divorced from the improbable surroundings.
Dave fought against the tide of pleasure evoked by her sliding lips and swirling tongue. But he had worked himself into a raging desire while sliding his tongue in and out of her delicious cunt. Now, with her warm saliva bathing his cock-head, and her teeth nipping gently, halfway down the swollen shaft, it was impossible to resist the savage suction applied by her straining cheeks.
His shoulders and heels dug into the mattress, and his hips reached upward, jerking and hunching, finding the full length of his prick engulfed in Shirley's voracious mouth as his cream spurted, pulled from his balls by her hot suction, and gulped in noisy swallows until he was drained.
"Bravo!" Jake exclaimed, his eyes bright as his fist raced up and down his erection. "An excellent performance!" He moved forward, holding his cock aimed, the huge knob wet with the pre-come that had oozed from its reddened slit. "Now, my dear," he crooned, "you can suck mine."
Ignoring Dave, he sank to his knees on the mattress and pulled Shirley's blonde head toward him, feeding his prick into her parted lips and shoving it deep in her throat with a little sigh of satisfaction.
"That's it, Officer Bascomb," he grunted. "That's very good."
He looked down at the angry face of Dave Montrose. "Wet your finger, sergeant," he ordered in a soft voice. "And when I give you the word, shove it as far as possible up my ass!"
"Go to hell!" Dave glared, his eyes flashing.
"I wish you hadn't said that," Jake said, grasping Shirley's head with both hands and plunging his cock down her throat, holding her until she began to twist in strangled protest "All right!" Dave cried. "For god's sake! You're choking her!"
The hands released their powerful grip, and Shirley resumed her noisy suction. Jake fed his cock between her wet lips with rapid hunches.
Dave slowly inserted his index finger into his mouth, hating himself for the excitement that was flooding his veins and bringing his own cock into a new and throbbing hardness.
"Now, sergeant!" Jake panted. "Now!"
Gingerly, at first, then with an eagerness he could not understand, Dave plunged his finger between the clenching buttocks, forcing the tip into the tight anus and up into the hot channel of the man's colon.
He closed his eyes as he heard Shirley's noisy gulping, and felt Jake's ass tighten about his buried finger with each powerful jet of his semen.
"Wiggle your finger!" Jake gasped.
Helplessly, Dave obeyed, probing the clenching asshole until the hot convulsions faded to slight tremors. Slowly, he withdrew his finger, wiping it on the mattress.
Jake eased his cock from Shirley's dripping lips, grinning as she reached out with her tongue to claim a little glob of semen that had escaped the corner of her mouth.
As though nothing had happened, he stood up, walking back to the stool and sitting down, turning his attention to the foursome on the couch.
Both girls were bent forward, their hips rising and falling to work their soaked cunts up and down the two cocks. Fats and Jabber were gasping as they hunched in and out of the squirming, posting girls, their hands clutching hips and breasts as they strained for their own release.
"It would appear our audience has lost interest, sergeant," Jake chuckled. He pointed to Dave's rearing prong. "Why don't you give that to your companion?"
Shirley lay back with a little whimper of agreement, spreading her legs in anticipation. Dave started to mount her, but was halted by Jake's sudden command.
"Not that way, sergeant! Up her ass! Officer Bascomb has a most delightful tail!"
Dave watched Shirley roll onto her belly and draw her knees up beneath her, shoving her lovely rump high in the air. She turned her head to meet his eyes.
"It's all right, Dave," she whispered. "Just slide it in."
Behind her, Dave centered the head of his prick in the tiny brown entrance, feeling the gentle nibbling of the hot circle as he pressed against it. His arms went about her slender hips and, with a groan of desire, he shoved his cock deep into the slippery embrace, fucking her with savage thrusts that made her cry out with each deep penetration.
Shirley surrendered her whole being to the powerful jolts of Dave's cock, shoving her ass back against his shuddering belly with each hilting, and flexing her internal muscles as the hot throbbing shaft slid back for another thrust.
He crouched over the whimpering girl, hunching his prong into her with an eagerness he had refused to admit until then. He felt the juicy channel undulate about him, and he added a screwing motion to his continued thrusts, rubbing the walls of her intestine with the throbbing hardness.
"Goddamn!" he panted, digging his chin into her perspiring back. "I can't stop, kid! It's so fucking good! I want to cram balls and everything up that ass!"
"I wish you could!" Shirley gurgled, her body jerking as the big prick slammed far up in her clenching colon, the head pulsating against the sensitive walls. "Oh, dear god, Dave! Hurt me! Make me scream!"
His hands clawed beneath her, finding the swollen tips of her swaying breasts and pinching the fingerlike nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, applying more and more pressure as his prick thundered in and out of her juicy asshole.
She screamed with the combination of pain and increased pleasure, working her hips to massage that delightful monster that was sawing the sensitive lips of her anus and burrowing deep in her spasming gut.
She screamed again when his hot semen blasted into her ass, spraying the shuddering walls and bathing the tender channel with its creamy balm. Her cunt convulsed, the vagina flexing and straining in the rhythm of orgasmic ecstasy. "We'll let you sleep for a while," Jake said, rising to nudge Dave's hips where he sprawled atop Shirley's collapsed body, his tool still buried in her rear. "Jabber will be on guard right outside the door, so don't do anything foolish. I have great plans for tomorrow, and I'd be very disappointed if you spoiled them."
"Don't let us keep you," Dave grunted. Beneath him, Shirley tightened her rectal muscles about his cock as he started to disengage himself, and he sank back onto the cushion of her warm buttocks.
The four naked figures disappeared through the doorway, and Dave and Shirley were left alone. He leaned forward, kissing the moist skin of her flawless back.
"They're gone, kid," he whispered "Want me to take it out?"
She shook her head. "I want you to turn me over," she said fiercely, "and fuck the living hell out of me!"
Drawing his prong from the greasy depths of her ass, Dave waited until she rolled onto her back and raised her legs on either side of his crouched body. Then, with a muffled groan, he drove his prick into the mushy heat and slipperiness of her greedy cunt.
She wrapped her legs about him, high up on his waist, and she pulled his chest down against the pointed tips of her big breasts. Her pussy shivered and pulsated about his hilted cock, the vaginal walls tightening in exquisite undulation as her ass twisted to increase the reach of his huge organ.
She stared up into his anxious eyes, her lips working. "Don't you hate me?" she demanded.
"For what?" he said thickly, beginning a slow in and out motion of his cock, little short strokes that slapped his balls against the froth coated circle of her asshole.
"For loving what they did to me!" she grated, hunching and wriggling her elevated hips in response to the delicious frictioning of her eager cunt. "The Professor was right. I'm nothing but a fucking whore!"
He halted her outburst by clamping his open mouth over hers, his tongue exploring as his prick moved sensuously through the vibrating channel of her hot pussy, stirring the accumulation of juices in its churning depths.
"You're human, lad!" he rasped, his voice angry. "I did the same damn thing with those girls. Hell! We can't help getting excited."
Her arms squeezed him. "You never would have made a pass at me if all this hadn't happened," she asked huskily. "Would you?"
He was fucking her with long easy strokes, his prick squishing and slurping through the dripping jaws of her clenching pussy. "How the hell do I know?" he growled. "I'm just wondering what that damned newshound is going to say when I tell him he's got competition."
"Maybe you can work out a trade," she grinned up at him. "Let him fuck Violet while you screw me."
His eyes twinkled. "You know something, kid?" he said. "After all this, I'd be glad to do just that The only trouble would be getting them to buy the idea."
"They might fool you," Shirley said, her voice breaking as a shudder of ecstasy ripped through her churning cunt. She worked her ass with furious motions, her lips pushing in and out.
"I'm gonna come, Dave!" she moaned, clawing at his arched back. "Do it hard! Oh, sweet Jesus! Do it!"
Viciously, he smashed the head of his prick against the spasming mouth of her womb, pistoning through the convulsing sheath with savage thrusts that jolted her writhing hips. He crushed his mouth against hers and jammed his tongue far back in her throat. Her tits rolled under the pressure of his broad chest, and her ass danced in the jerky spasms of climax, her juices boiling and gurgling about his stroking cock.
He tried to delay his own orgasm. But the shivering caress of that exploding cunt was too much. With a choked cry, he hammered his prick into the gurgling snatch, fucking her with jolting jabs as his pelvic arch smashed against hers. His balls seemed to swell in the mounting waves of exquisite pleasure, pumping his ropy sperm through the jerking hardness to spurt deep in her belly, soothing the tortured tissues that chewed and sucked on his throbbing prick in their desperate hunger for the thick cream of his come.
Later, when she lay in his arms, tracing the curve of his jaw with gentle fingertips, he held his lips close to her ear and told her of the plan he had concocted.
"Myrtle told me where they put our clothes," he whispered.
She gave him a teasing smile. "You see what that big cock of yours can do? Tell me, does she give head as good as I do?"
"Bitch!" he grinned, tweaking her nipple and making her grunt. "Nobody can match that vacuum-cleaner you call a mouth!"
She pretended anger. "Well! That's a hell of a thing to say to a lady who merely wants to suck your cock."
"Be serious," he urged. "We may be able to get out of here. I can take the kid with no trouble." He grimaced. "I'm not sure about that Fats."
She sat up, her eyes excited. "How do we do it?"
"According to the girl," he explained quietly, "our clothes are in a chest in the hallway, just outside the door. If we can get to them, I think we can make it to the car."
"Didn't they take the keys out?" she reminded him.
He shook his head. "Not when we got out. Anyway, I keep a spare under the dash. Our problem is getting our clothes and making it to the car."
"What about Jabber?" she asked. "They do have guns, you know."
"That's where you come in," he told her. "It's an old trick, but he's just stupid enough to fall for it." Briefly, he outlined his plan, and Shirley nodded her agreement. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
"Here goes the hungry whore!" she murmured.
Dave relaxed on the mattress, watching Shirley's buttocks jiggle as she walked across to the closed door, tapping lightly on its scarred surface. Faintly, he heard Jabber's answering query.
Placing her lips close to the panel, Shirley said, "I didn't get enough, sweetheart. I want some more of that juicy cock."
The door opened enough for Jabber to peep in, his eyes running up and down Shirley's nakedness. He licked his lips and glanced over at Dave's reclining form.
"I'm supposed to stay out here in the hall," he said uncertainly. He started to step back, then halted when Shirley's fingers reached out to grip his cock.
"You really shook me up," she purred, "when you shot that thing off in my face. I want to suck it again, without the others around." She moved her hand suggestively as his prick stiffened. "Please," she said softly. "You'll have a gun on us all the time. Let me suck it again."
His face excited, the youth slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. He was still naked, but his right fist was wrapped around the butt of an ugly automatic. His cock, responding to Shirley's brief fingering and her vocal suggestions, stood out in throbbing erection. He waved the gun at Dave.
"You stay over there," he said threateningly, dropping his bottom onto the couch and spreading his nees. "Come on, blondie. Wrap your tonsils around this fuckpole!"
Obediently, Shirley dropped to her knees before him, one hand gripping his shaft, and the other teasing his balls with feathery caresses. Bending over his lap, she flicked her tongue across the slitted head, and the youth groaned impatiently.
"Don't fart around all night!" he complained, pushing his hips upward. "Start sucking!"
Shirley moistened her lips and slid them down over the swollen knob, laving it with her saliva and polishing the satin head with broad sweeps of her tongue. Between his thighs, her hand shaped a claw that closed about his balls. Halfway down the seven-inch shaft of his cock, her teeth clamped down, tighter and tighter.
"Ouch! Goddamn it! Not so tight!" Jabber yelped, trying to tug her head up from its determined grip. There was real pain in his voice as Shirley increased the pressure on both his tool and his scrotal sac. "Jesus! You're bitin' the son of a bitch off!"
Dave climbed to his feet, moving slowly toward the whimpering youth. Jabber's tortured eyes saw him and the gun swung up to center on his naked belly.
"Come another step, pig," the boy exclaimed, "and I'll shoot!" His face collapsed in pain as Shirley added more pressure. "Oh, shit! You're killin' me!" he moaned.
"Right on, bastard!" Dave grinned at the lad. "If you don't hand over that gun, she's gonna bite your cock right off! Of course," he added softly, "you could shoot her. But she could still manage it. Anyway, I'd reach you before you could swing the gun back."
The boy was almost weeping, the gun wavering as the pain increased. "You tricked me!" he sobbed. "That's dirty!"
He let the automatic slip from his fingers. Dave stepped forward and scooped it up, tapping Shirley on the shoulder. "You can turn loose, baby," he said gently. "I've got the gun."
She slipped her lips upward, looking around with an impish grin. "I almost had his," she murmured, getting to her feet.
While Dave held the gun trained on Jabber, Shirley tiptoed into the hallway and returned with their uniforms. Hurriedly, they dressed, and Dave shoved the muzzle of the gun into the frightened youth's belly.
"Where are the pictures you made, punk?" he demanded. I'm only gonna ask once."
Jabber's lower hp trembled. "They're in the van," he answered. "We were gonna move out as soon as we turned you two loose. Everything's packed in the van." The gun jabbed again, and he gurgled. "Honest to god! They're all there!"
Dave pushed the quaking youth toward the door. "We're going downstairs," he said. "Very quietly. If you stay cool, I may not blow your ass off."
Urging Jabber in front of him, Dave opened the door and followed him into the hallway. Shirley was close behind them. They gained the stairs and made their way downward into the huge room where the van and the car stood.
Dave handed the gun to Shirley, whispering, "Keep him covered, kid. And if anyone comes down those stairs, let 'em have it right in the gut."
He hurried over to the van, opening the door with care, and checking the contents with a practiced eye. Reaching inside, he pulled out a carelessly folded shirt and carried it to the exposed top of the van's gas tank. Unscrewing it, he shoved the shirt down the pipe, working it about until it was thoroughly drenched in the liquid.
Dragging it out, he carried it dripping to the door and sloshed it across the stack of papers, leaving it with one end hanging down over the edge of the doorway. He tugged another article, a dress, from inside, and repeated his actions, this time leaving one end inside the tank.
He motioned to Shirley to bring Jabber over, and whispered his instructions to the white-faced youth.
"I'm going to light both of those," he explained. "Then, you are going over to the door. When we're both in the car, I'll give you a signal. When I do, you open that damned door in a hurry. Understand?"
Jabber nodded. "What... What about me?" he stuttered. "The Professor'll kill me for letting you two go"
"If you don't open that door," Dave growled, "I'll do it."
His knees trembling, the youth nodded, and Dave went back to the van, flicking his lighter to the two drenched garments. He and Shirley raced to the car, and Jabber scooted across to the door. Dave grinned as he discovered the keys still in the ignition and twisted the engine to quick life. He waved at the naked boy, and the door creaked open. With a powerful roar, the car hurtled backward through the opening, screeching to a halt as Dave jammed it into forward and pressed the accelerator.
They were a block away before he relaxed and switched on the headlights, reaching over to pat Shirley's thigh with a hand that was trembling with excitement.
"We made it, kid," he said in a tense voice. "By god! We made it!"