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The Airstrip. (mmf, nc, crime)

     By Spiller.

Chapter one.

     The old airstrip behind our neighbourhood was such a lovely
place to exercise. I always loved skating on my in-liners, but
after moving here it has become almost an obsession. The asphalt
of the strip has held up nicely since it was closed down for
airtraffic, giving me a very smooth surface - which by incident I
have all to myself. The strip runs smoothly uphill from where I
go onto it, and setting a hard speed uphill for a mile and a half
gives me a nice sweat. Going downhill is sheer pleasure. The wind
in my hair, the smells and colours of all the weeds lining the
strip, the occational rabbit or fox crossing it - it all adds up
to a wonderful and relaxing trip home. I do the airstrip every
day, but three times a week I take the round twice, making me
quite exhausted when I get back home.

     And now a few words about myself:  38 years old, divorced
for the last 2 years, a socalled 'happy divorce', since no one
was really hurt. We were always a bit unhappy that we never had
kids, but when we came to the divorce it was a Godsend. It was
nothing dramatic, we just grew apart, and neither of us had the
will or energy to do something about it. The sale of our house
brought in a hefty profit, and with a bit of support from hubby
for the first year, I was able to buy this small house in a new
neighbourhood, get established in the business I'm in now:
Translating from Japanese and Chineese. Not a job to make you
rich, but still enough to enjoy a reasonably comfortable life,
and you do 95 % of your work from home.

     I found the airstrip by coincidence. In my new back garden
there was a fence, separating my old garden from an uncultivated
field overgrown with high weeds, running uphill towards a distant
forest. Clearing up a bit - though I'm not really a gardenperson
- I found a small rusty gate behind a cluster of bushes. Of
course I had to pry it open, and of course I had to walk that
beautiful little piece of wild nature - and that's when I came
upon the strip.

     I went straight back to my house to pick up my inliners, and
the next hour was spent exploring this wonderful playground.

     I woke up very early, on a lovely day the first week of
July, and I really felt like taking my daily run before
breakfast. All the way uphill to the forest, and a lazy glide
downhill, enjoying the wind in my hair. In a fit of sensuality I
lifted my sweaty T-shirt over my head and enjoyed the wind
playing with my breasts, too. I had just considered putting it on
again, as I was nearing the houses, when I saw a car, parked on
the side of the strip. I braked quickly and pulled on my T-shirt,
but I'm afraid it was just a bit too late. In the grass beside
the car two young men were lounging with a flask of coffee and a
couple of sandwiches.

     - That was really a sight out of a fairy-tale, the tallest
of them volunteered as I approached.

     - Well, I can't really say that I had planned on being
watched, I said with a smile. - You two are the first persons
I've seen here for more than 5 months.

     - Seems to be our luck, the tall one answered. - Can we
offer you a cup of coffee and half a sandwich?

     - I'm sure the lady wants to get home to her own coffee, the
youngest and smallest of them replied, obviously more interested
in getting rid of me. And of course I fell for the challenge.

     - Well, as it isn't every morning an old lady is offered a
cup of coffee by two young men, I think I'll accept that, but
I'll leave the sandwich to you.  I turned into the grass and sat
down beside them. Actually the tall one was really handsome, and
the smaller one was too, but more in a sort of pretty way.

     - Better introduce ourselves. We are Tom and Carl, the tall
one said, while he poured me some coffee in a plastic cup.

     - And I'm Henny.

     - Here you are, pretty lady, though I have to say that you
were even prettier without the T-shirt. Any chance of a replay?

     This guy certainly didn't waste his time! Silly me fell for
it, and I could feel my nipples react to the situation.

     - I mean, I can do without mine. And quickly he pulled his
own T-shirt off and bared a well sculptured chest with not a
single hair on it. Yummy. Of course I should have stayed cool,
but it just jumped out of my mouth:

     - Well, you have seen them before, haven't you? Might as
well scare you off with a closer look. And off my T-shirt went! I
sure was a fast one, that morning. I felt highly erotic with my
breasts hanging free in the presence of two younger men, and
pretty soon it was not only sweat that was making my panties feel
damp.

     I have to admit that the two young guys were quite polite,
and for a while I basked in their stares at my breasts. They are
not that impressive, my breasts, but with age I have come to like
their smallness, as it prevents them from giving in to age and
gravity. Still firm and with upturned nipples they are my pride.
In my mind I was vaguely contemplating making a real pass at
them, when suddenly everything changed. A small Piper Cup circled
the field once and then came in, as if to land.

     - Damn you and your obsession with pussy. We're in for
trouble now, the younger growled.

     - Quick, lady. Get into the car and hide on the floor, the
tall one ordered.

     - Hey, I'll just slip home through the tall weeds, I
volunteered.

     - Doesn't work, lady. In you get. And NOW !

Chapter two.

     Suddenly the two guys seemed not so kind and polite, and all
the flirting and charm went out of that cup of coffee. I damned
myself for not just rushing past them, and reluctantly I jumped
into the car and hid on the floor. A minute later I heard the
Piper Cup taxi up close to the car. The trunk was opened, and I
heard several soft bundles be loaded into it.

     - The collector will be at your place tomorrow. Better have
the money  ready at 11 pm. He'll be dressed as a TV-repairman.

     I heard the trunk close, and then Tom and Carl talked a
while in muffled voices, soon to be drowned by the noise as the
Piper Cup took off. I thought everything was in the clear now, so
I got up from the floor and opened the door to get out.

     - Get back in, Tom shouted.

     - You're in for a lot of trouble, lady, Carl growled. - You
were not supposed to see this, but sometimes I think Tom has got
all his brains in his dick.

     - Yeah, it was a bit stupid, wasn't it? Here, lady, put on
your T-shirt. He threw it to me.

     - What the hell are we going to do? I don't want to waste
her, but we can't let her go.

     - Let's take her along. Tomorrow by midnight we'll be out of
that rented dump.  We can tie her up for the two days, and leave
her there when the deal is over. There is no way we can be
connected to the shed and to this car, and we'll be far gone by
the time somebody finds her.

     - Yes. But she'll be able to identify us.

     - Of no use to her or the cops, 'cause no one is going to
find us. They wouldn't search all 50 states because of this. If
it's murder it may very well be different.

     - OK for now. Let's get out of here. We can talk about it
when we're home safe.

     - Right. Henny, get down on the floor, and don't you move
until you're told. Carl, get in the back and make sure she stays
down. Better stuff her mouth with something so she doesn't scream
for help.

     As the car started rolling Carl took off his shirt and then
his sweaty T-shirt, which he bundled up a bit and stuffed into my
mouth. He kept stuffing till my jaws hurt, and with the rest of
the smelly cotton hanging down from my mouth I was effectively
gagged. From the gloveshelf Tom took a gun which he handed back
to Carl.

     - If she tries anything, knock her out for good. You got
that, Henny? Just try to lift your head, and he'll bash your
skull with that gun. Might do you harm, you know.

     For the next fifteen minutes I felt the car turn several
times, then a long ride on a highway, I think, and then again it
slowed down, apparantly because we were nearing their place. Tom
turned halfway round and talked to me.

     - We'll be there in a minute or so. Now listen. Carl is
going to pull out that gag, and then he'll guide you into the
house. I'll keep the engine running until he comes out again. If
you try to attract attention in ANY way, he'll shoot to kill.
You'll be one dead lady, and we'll be off before anyone knows
what has happened. Got it?

     I shook my head yes, as I had already decided that the
safest for me would be to do exactly as they told me. I had a
feeling, that they didn't really want to kill me, so maybe I
could get out of this alive.

     - OK, Henny. Get up on the seat now. Carl pulled out the
gag, and I opened and closed my mouth a few times to ease the
pain.

     - Get off your skates. When we go from the car to the house
you just hold them in your hand. And don't look around, just walk
beside me and follow me into the house.

     Five minutes later I was in the house. He placed me with my
back to a wooden post supporting the ceiling, and a little later
my wrists were tied together behind the poster.

     - This is real shit, Henny.  We sure don't want to kill you.
We're not killers, and we don't intend to be. But trust me, we
will, if you try to jeopardize this operation. This is what we'll
do: You stay here with us until we leave. We'll tie you up in the
basement and gag you, and we promise, that we'll call for help to
you, 6 hours after we have left. Do you think you can obey us,
knowing you don't have to die?

     For the first time I had a chance to speak.  - I'll do
whatever you say, but, please don't kill me.

     - We won't. And for your information this old farmhouse is
about a mile away from the nearest neighbour, so any noise you
can make, won't be heard.

     - Do I have to be tied up all the time?

     During this conversation Tom had entered the house,
listening to the last part of what we had said.

     - For a while yet. I have to get rid of some stuff, and I'll
be gone for about an hour. Can't leave you alone with Carl while
you're untied. But when I come back we can talk about it.


     I heard the car start and roll off, while Carl took up
position at a big bay window, overlooking the fields and the
road. Carl did not make any attempts at a conversation. I guess
about an hour passed before I heard the car stop outside the
house. When Tom came back in he said:

     - Carl, give me a hand with the barn-gate, it's very heavy.
And you, lady, stay put.

Chapter three.

     When both of them were back in the livingroom, I tried
again:

     - Do I have to be tied up, now you're both here?

     - I guess it's all right to untie you for now. Will you
release her, Carl?

     - Yeah, I might. But.... look at those small tits, they are
very nice. Having her arms tied behind her back makes them really
stand out. I think I'll have a touch.

     Carl stepped up close to me, and I felt his hands lift my
T-shirt. He looked quite feminine, but there was nothing feminine
about the way he played with my tits. They fit perfectly into his
hands, and when he started to play with my nipples and pinch
them, quite expertly, I felt to my horror that they rose to the
occation. I cursed myself inwardly for reacting so positively to
his caress. Perhaps it was partly the relief from my fear of
getting killed, and partly my tied up position. With my former
husband I sometimes played the 'slave'-part, and often it would
make me terribly horny.

     - Hey, Tom. We might as well get a bit of fun out of this
lady. We're stuck with her for a couple of days, and we hardly
have anything to do but to wait.

     - You have your fun. But keep her tied up. I'll go and get
our things out of the car. Maybe I'll join you.

     That was all the encouragement Carl needed. It didn't take
him more than a minute to pull down my shorts and panties, and I
felt utterly embarrassed to be naked in front of a stranger. I
had comtemplated kicking his groin, but I realized it wouldn't do
me any good. In a rush he lifted my T-shirt up to show my tits.
He tried to find a way to get it off me.

     - Not easy to get it off with my hands tied.

     - I'll get it off, lady.  

     He pulled out a knife, opened it and cut my expensive
T-shirt to pieces. With my tits out in the open, and the rest of
my body naked, I felt very vulnerable, to say the least, and I
could only hope that he would contain himself to the sex thing,
without harming me permanently. But this was definitely not the
way I had imagined my first sex since the divorce.

     It hit me that this was no role-playing game. This was the
real thing. I was tied up, I was going to be raped by a stranger,
and there was no secret stop-word, if he went too far to my
taste! And still I could not prevent myself from reacting far too
well to the situation. Guess I've been away from pheromones for
too long. At least I felt my pussy fill up with blood, swelling,
and moistening. I felt heavy down there, and with my nipples
standing at attention, there was nothing I could hide when Carl
slipped his finger to my pussy and turned towards Tom, who had
returned and was now busy at the fireplace.

     - Tom, come here, Tom. Have a feel at this pussy, she's damn
well getting wet.

     - Well, it's not your beauty doing it, mate. Tom came over,
and without any ceremony or foreplay, he pushed away Carl's hand
and replaced it with his own. He rubbed up and down a few times
with the palm of his hand, before he slipped a finger into my
crack. I felt it penetrate my vagina and when it was sufficiently
wet he brought it up to my clit. Wow, that was an expert diddling
me! A flash ran through my body, and my knees started totremble.

     - You're shaking all over, Henny. You scared? Or are you
just a slut?

     - I'm a bit scared, I stammered.

     - Well, your cunt tells me something else. Unless you've got
some kind of an infection, which makes it so slippery when you're
tied up. You're right, Carl. I think this slut is one of those
who like it a bit rough. Aren't you?

     He pulled out his finger and emphasized his words with a
loud slap on my behind. A weak 'ouch' escaped me, but at the same
time I felt my cheeks and my tits starting to glow, that sure
sign my husband used to read so easily, when we were younger: I
WAS getting horny. Having two men fuck me was always a fantasy of
mine - one I couldn't persuade my husband to try - and being tied
up and helpless always turned me on, when it was a game. But now
was for real! I was scared, and at the same time anticipating
what those two criminals might do to me.

     I looked from one to the other. Actually both of them might
have scored me if they had tried. Carl was very pretty in a
slightly feminine way, and Tom was tall and wiry, lanky I'd say,
his head covered in almost black curls.

     - I'd say she's ready for some serious fucking, Tom said.
Why don't you slip her a piece of meat while I try to find a
couple of low stools. Her legs are too short for me to fuck her
while she is standing up.

     Tom pressed his mouth hard into mine, and I felt his tongue
try to pry my lips apart. At the same time he almost mauled my
tits, at least handled them so hard they hurt in the most
delicious way. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Carl zip down
his trousers, pull out a fat cock and then push Tom aside.
Without any finesse at all he rammed a very hard, very fat cock
up my pussy. My God it felt great !  He hadn't even bothered to
take off his clothes, and I felt his trousers rub against my mons
and my belly, and his shirt was pressed hard against my tits.

     I had never been fucked with such urgency and such power.
Every time he pushed up into me, my back was pressed hard against
the unyielding wooden post. My back and my ass hurt every time,
and my pussy was extatic. Two minutes of this had me panting
panting and moaning right into his face.

     - Hey, Carl. Don't come inside her this first time. I don't
want to slip around in your gooey sperm when it's my turn. You
can spit it all over her, if you want.

     That remark brought me over the hill. With a wild scream I
felt my pussy contract around Carl's fat cock. It was out of this
world !  My legs almost collapsed under me, and I would have slid
down on the floor, if Carl hadn't  continued his insistent
fucking all through my orgasm. Suddenly he pulled out that
wondercock. My cunt made a gurgling sound as air was sucked in
around his retracting cock. I opened my eyes and saw him aim his
cock against my body. Suddenly seven or eight jets of fat sperm
hit me - my tits first, then down my belly, a couple of jets into
my pussy hair, and then a dribble or two down my legs. That was
so close to bringing me off again.

     - Aaaaahhhhh. That was just what I needed, Henny. That is
one fine cunt you've got there. And it really enjoys a good
fucking, eeehh?

     I couldn't help nodding 'yes'. It was too evident that I had
enjoyed it and that my yelling was not due to any scare.

     - My God, you look like a ten dollar whore. That was Tom
coming up.

     - Will you please wipe her off before I use her?

     - Must you talk like that about me?

     - Oh, no, Henny. I don't have to, but I like it. I'm going
to use you, I'm going to stick my cock into your cunt and whack
it off. And there is not a thing you can do about it.

     Carl came back with an old towel he had soaked in cold
water. I flinched as the cold, wet rag hit my tits and Carl
proceeded to wipe off his sperm. When he got down to my abundant
bush he said:

     - Pity we don't have a pair of scissors. This forest could
do with a bit of trimming.

     - Yeah, it's not easy to get a look at her treasures. Is
your knife sharp?

     - Very.

     - Let me have it, I think I can cut off most of it. That is
if Henny can stand still. The knife might slip, you know, and I
don't want to cut off your clit or something.

     Tom sat down on one of the low stools he had found, so his
face was right in front of my pussy. With his left hand he
gathered a tuft of my coarse, black hair, and then with the knife
dangerously close to my skin he cut it off. I was scared stiff
that the knife would slip and hurt me, but at the same time it
was very exciting. Tuft after tuft disappeared, and he even
worked the same way around my labia, which gave me away.

     - I sure think this bitch has a kink 'bout danger. She's so
dripping wet, Carl, you wouldn't believe it.

     - I'll believe it. Just was there, you know.

     - Give us a hand, I want her to stand on these stools  while
I fuck her.

     Carl got behind the pole, put his hands under my arms, and
Tom lifted one of my legs at a time and placed them on the
stools, spread rather wide. Then they both lifted me up so I
could stand with my legs stretched. As opposed to Carl, Tom shed
all his clothes. I could not help admiring his body. He was just
the type of man I liked the best. Tall, skinny, all bones, skin
and sinews, and a loooong cock standing out from his body at a
ninety degrees angle.

     - Stay there for a little while, Carl. I don't want her to
fall down from the stools and break my cock. You can take care of
her tits while you are there.

     Tom moved in close, bent his knees a little so his cock was
aligned with my cunt, and with his right hand he placed the tip
of it right on target. In one slow push he went all the way to
the bottom of my cunt, and then a little more. That one, single
push almost took the breath out of me. It was very long and very
slow, and I could feel every inch of him as he was sliding
upwards against the backside of my vulva. And the little hurt
where he stretched the bottom of my cunt, where it had never been
stretched before. That hurt was divine! He grabbed my waist, and
then my hips, while he began fucking me, and at each stroke he
pulled my hips towards him, making his pubic bone crush my clit.

     Up untill that day it always made me angry, when I heard
rapists defend themselves, saying : "But she liked it". No woman
I knew of would 'like it'.  And here I was, spilling my plentiful
juices down along a divine, hard cock, while I was being raped !
Carl's treatment of my breasts didn't make it any better. He
rubbed them, pinched my nipples, shook them, slapped them,
grabbed my nipples with two fingers and pulled outward till my
small breasts were painfully stretched into a weird form,
whereupon he rubbed them hard against Tom's chest. And all the
time that wonderful piston was working in my pussy, whipping up
my juices to a foam, which I could see was discolouring his
black, curly pubic hair. It was excruciatingly exciting that he
never changed his tempo. Most men would fuck you slow, faster,
even faster, but Tom just kept his tempo, in and out, building my
tension and expectation, and pulling me through a lot of small
orgasms, untill I suddenly felt the big one comin! g.

     My whole body was shaking, and my pussy clamped down on his
cock like a vice. Like in a dream I heard my own voice:

     - OOOOOhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaa, yyyeeeeeiiiiiiii, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, ooooooohhhhh, ggrrrr, shit, I'll die, fuck me more, fuck
meeeeeee.

     My cunt registered that Tom's cock turned hard as steel and
started pumping up into the bottom of my pussy. Like hot water it
was scalding the sore tissue deep up in the bottom of me where no
cock had ever been before, starting off another orgasm, this time
beginning more in my brain than down there. My legs buckled under
me, and while Tom pulled out his magnificent cock I slid down the
pole, landing on my ass with my legs spread wide, my arms
stretched upwards and backwards in a really painful position, and
part of the skin torn and scratched. Carl came round the pole,
looked at me for a few seconds and zipped down again. He pulled
out his fat cock, rubbed it a few times and fell down to the
floor where he pushed his fat piece of meat into my fucked out
slit. In ten or twenty pushes, I really didn't register how many,
he was ready.

     - I just have to put a load into that whoring pussy, on top
of Tom's. You're such a slippery whore that you make me come
already. Take it, bitch, -  and with a grunt he unloaded his hot
sperm in me.

     And that was the first time I realized that I was not on the
pill, and I had no protection whatsoever.

     - I think we should clean up this whore before we go on,
said Tom.

     - Isn't there a hose in the back yard? There usually is.

     - Go and look. That would be the easiest.

     A moment later Carl came back.

     - Yup. There is a hose all right. Let's get her out there.

Chapter four.

     God, it was humiliating to hear them talk about me in that
way. But I hadn't had even half of it.They untied my arms and
then dragged me out into the back yard. There was a strip of
grass there, and while Tom uncoiled the hose, Carl made me lie
down on the grass. Tom glanced down on me. Without any
preliminaries he winked at Carl, zipped down his trousers, and
the moment he had his cock out he started pissing on me. I yelled
a protest, but that only made Carl do the same. For a short while
I was hit by two hot streams, then Tom was finished, and Carl
continued for a little while. I cannot say wether it was the
humiliation of it or the piss itself, but it was weirdly erotic
to be the victim. When the last squirts from Carl hit my pussy, I
might have had an orgasm, and I promised myself to try out this
new kink in a more controlled environment - that is if I ever got
out of this alive.

     Tom turned the faucet, and for a few minutes I was subjected
to a real wash out, just like you would do to a farm machine. He
directed the hose to my body, and inch by inch he rinsed me with
that jet of painfully cold water.

     - Spread your thighs, Henny, I want to clean out your cunt.

     The cold jet was so strong that it made my pussylips flutter
mercilessly, and I'm sure I should have come if the water had not
been so cold. As it was, the cold was numbing my pussy, and all I
could feel was the pain and the humiliation.

     They let me get up at last, just to tell me that there were
no towels, and I'd have to dry in the sun. It was so confusing,
all of it. Strangely I felt more secure after they had fucked me.
I was sure they were not the kind who would kill me, but on the
other hand I was not at all sure what they might do to me for the
rest of the day, or the next day for that matter. And for a
little while I hated myself for my reactions. They had used me,
they had degraded me, and they had given me the most satisfying
fuck of my life. I could not deny it: My orgasms had been the
strongest ever and my mind had been taken on a journey into a
land of excitement, which I had only watched from the borderline,
when my husband and I were roleplaying.

     As the afternoon sun dried and warmed up my body I couldn't
help feeling a certain anticipation as to the rest of the day.
And I was reminded that anything could happen, because Tom cooked
up some coffee and brought a few sandwiches he had bought in
town. We had it all in the backyard, me stark naked and the two
men all dressed. When we had finished the small meal Tom ordered
me to lie down, bottoms up, on his lap. While he held my legs and
arms in a tight grip he invited Carl to give my ass some heavy
slaps.

     - We want to make sure that this whore understands who is in
command, he said.

     Carl started spanking me with his bare hand. Blow after blow
hit my quivering ass, and I could not help yelping now and then,
even though they had ordered me to be silent while they spanked
me. When my ass was on fire, he started on the backside of my
thighs. At the same time Tom moved his left hand from my legs to
push it under my stomach and down to diddle my pussy. It was not
until I felt his hand there that I realised how wet the spanking
had made me. His fingers slipped right into me, as if I had
sucked them in there, and I could feel how slippery I was as he
moved them in and out and round. Between them they had me panting
and crying, yelping and gasping at the same time. Then Tom pulled
out his fingers.

     - I think the whore is ready for use. Aren't you?

     - Yes. I'll do anything you say.

     - And by the state of your cunt I'm sure you'll like it,
too.

     - If you want me to like it, I will.

     - That was a good answer, Henny. I want you to go into the
livingroom, to the big dinnertable, and lie down on it in such a
position, that your mouth, your tits, your cunt and your ass are
all available to us, without us having to turn you over or
whatever. We'll tie you up in that position and use you for our
pleasure.

     He lifted me up and pointed at the door.

     - Get going, whore.

     I looked at the table for some time, pondering how I should
position myself to fullfill his order. I ended up fetching a
pillow from the bedroom and then I laid down on my back and
lifted my legs with bent knees, until they almost touched my
breasts. That way I could feel the air on my pussy and my ass,
and my tits were still free to be handled. The pillow lifted my
head sufficiently to allow me to look down my body. I felt very
vulnerable in that position, but then that was the purpose of
their order.

     When Tom and Carl came into the room they expressed their
appreciation of my position, and a few minutes later they had
tied me up that way, the only change they made was to pull my ass
to the edge of the table and spread my legs a little more. When
the ropes were tied Tom said:

     - Try to relax. I want to see if you'll stay in that
position if you get very tired or if you faint.

     And really, I could relax, and my legs only fell a little
bit down from the position, but I was still all available, and
though I hate to admit it, I was all willing.

     - I think we should make a test-run on this whore, Tomsaid.

     - OK. You want first?

     - No. You try out her cunt and her ass. I'll take care of
her mouth and finger her clit and her nipples.

     Once again Carl didn't bother to undress. He zipped down,
pulled out his cock and just ran it up my sopping pussy. It was
so crazy. Feeling him split my pussy was like having a drink of
cold water after a long walk in the desert. I let out a deep sigh
of contentment. And once again the feeling of his clothes on my
thighs and my raw, red ass, was so humiliating that I got VERY
horny. Tom pulled my head closer to the edge of the table and
stuffed his long, thin cock between my lips. When he twisted my
nipples and began to fuck my mouth, I came beautifully, and in my
excitement I was close to biting his cock. At that moment Carl
pulled out of my pussy. No. By that time I had to admit that I
have a cunt, not a pussy.

     - I think there is so much juice here that I can get it up
her ass, he mumbled.

     I felt a strong pressure on my asshole. I tried to relax as
much as possible, and suddenly the head was in. It hurt like
hell, but it was an exciting hurt, and when Tom moved his left
hand from my tits to my pussy and began to masturbate me, it was
almost heaven. The pain from Carl's fat cock subsided, and for
the first time I really enjoyed being fucked there. It was all so
new. Being raped, being fucked in my ass and my mouth for the
first time, having two men, it all had my mind racing, and pretty
fast they hauled me to the top of the hill where I exploded in my
best orgasm ever. Just as I was on my way downhill Carl exploded
in my ass, which set me off again, and then Tom filled my mouth
and spilled the rest all over my face. The orgasm forced my
sphinxter to milk the rest out of Carl, and as he pulled out I
felt very faint, but the ropes prevented my legs from falling
down.

     - Tom. This time I want us to leave the whore as dirtied as
she is now. I want to fuck her again, later, and it's such a fine
sight with sperm running out of her.

     - That's OK with me, as long as we clean her up a little
when it's my turn.

     And that is what they did. They went about the house, cooked
another pot of coffee, sat down to talk, and all in all they
behaved as if I was not there at all. The room was getting darker
as the sun set, and I was painfully aware of my situation. I felt
Tom's sperm dry on my face. My eyelids got sticky first, then
they felt as if someone had put glue on them. The smell from the
big glob he'd laid under my nose got stronger and stronger, and
at the same time the last of Carl's deposit ran out of my ass and
dried up there. It all combined to keep me in a state of high
arousal.

     Over the next two hours one of them would get up and push
his cock into one of my holes, "just to make you remember what's
coming up later." At last I had lost all connection with time.
That was when they took off their clothes and really fucked me,
each of them only once, but plenty enough to give me 3 or 4
strong orgasms. And that was the end of the 'party'.

     They untied me and ushered me into the bathroom.

     - There is only cold water, but get yourself cleaned up for
the night. We might like to fuck you again in the morning. And
when your are cleaned up, come back in here.

Chapter five.

     When I got back into the living-room they told me to sit
down in the armchair. Tom went into the kitchen and came back
with a pair of handcuffs.

     - I'm sorry, Henny, but we have to handcuff you. We're going
to catch some sleep, and we don't want you to try anything during
the night.

     - Well, I guess it wouldn't help if I promised I won't.

     - Nope. But there is a nice little extra bedroom in the
basement. We'll put you down there and pick you up in the
morning. OK?

     - If it has to be, it will be.  I held my arms forward, but
Tom wanted my hands behind my back. I heard the cuffs click

     - Now, don't you throw away the key !

     - Never fear. I've got it in my pocket.

     Tom took me down to the basement and into a small room at
the end of a corridor. It looked like it had once belonged to
some teenage boy, judging from the torn posters etc. There was a
comfortable bed and some blankets there, and Tom had me lie down
on my side. He fastened a rope from the handcuffs to my ancles,
and then to the bedpost. He covered me with a couple of blankets,
kissed me goodnight and said once more, that he was sorry he had
to do this.

     All that sex had really exhausted me, and I was finally able
to relax a little, because I no longer feared for my life. I was
very confused, that I had liked the abuse so much, and for a few
minutes my mind was reeling with pictures and sounds from the
afternoon and evening, but thanks to my exhaustion  I was fast
asleep in just a few minutes.

     I woke up in the middle of the night. I could hear noices
and angry voices from upstairs. Suddenly 4 or 5 loud gunshots
reverberated through the house. For a second or two there was
total silence. Then I heard an outcry from up there, muffled by
the distance:

     - Hell, man, what did you do that for?

     I heard an answer I couldn't understand.

     - Let's get the shit out of here. This damned house hasn't
been lived in for a long time, man. There is nothing here.

     - Shouldn't we just look around?

     - LOOK around, man. An old table, not a single picture, you
want that old sofa?

     - Take the tall one's gun. I'll have to dump this one in the
nearest lake.

     I could hear their voices rather loud now, so they had to be
in the kitchen.

     There were a few steps around the house up there, and then I
heard the front door slam shut. For a long time I was absolutely
quiet, hardly daring to breathe. Of course I could only guess,
but I thought Tom and Carl had been killed. Who were the two
guys? I didn't think they could be connected to the business,  
related to the airstrip. More likely they were two random
burglars who had happened on the deserted farmhouse, certainly
not expecting to meet two other criminals.

     After about half an hour I felt sure, that Tom and Carl were
dead, and I had to make an effort to get free. Nobody was going
to call for help.

     I was thankful, now, for the lot of time I have spent doing
yoga and gymnastics. I wriggled closer to the bedpost to get some
slack on the rope, and bit by bit I managed to push my handcuffed
arms down under my ass, and a little later I pulled my legs
through. It was a lot more exhausting than I should have thought.
With my hands in front of me I could untie the rope, first from
the bedpost, then my ancles, and with the help of my teeth I got
it off the handcuffs. By the time I had freed myself, the first
grey light of morning was coming in through the window. I
stumbled up the stairs, through the kitchen and into the
living-room. What a mess.

     They were both dead, but what a difference. Tom had a big
hole in his forehead, and a closer inspection revealed, that part
of his skull was blown off at the back of his head. Very neat and
very efficient. Carl, on the other hand, only had wounds to his
body, and by the amount of blood on the floor, it looked like his
heart had been able to pump his body empty, before it gave up.
Both guys were in their underwear.

     The handcuffs. I had to get rid of them. I remembered Tom
saying that he had the key in his pocket. I went into the bedroom
and found his trousers. True to his word the key was there,
actually two connected with a small ring. In the living-room I
sat down at the table and started trying, first with my fingers.
But I could not get them around sufficiently to get the key into
the lock. I should have to do it with my teeth. That was a
success, and a minute later I was free.

     My first inclination was to run out of the house and get as
far away as possible. No, I'd have to look for my inliners, and
I'd also have to pick up any trace that I had ever been in the
house. Like the rest of my T-shirt which Carl had cut to pieces.
And what about fingerprints? The only two persons who knew I had
been in the house were dead, but some day they would be found.
And by who? Also I'd have to find something to cover my torso.
Fortunately Carl had slept naked, and I found his T-shirt in the
bedroom.

     For the next hour or so I was very busy, removing any trace
of me from the house, with Carl's shirt as a washrag. I almost
forgot the car, which they had parked in the barn. It was while I
was cleaning the car that I remembered the small aluminum
suitcase. When Tom had carried their stuff from the car to the
house, he had been very careful hiding the suitcase in the
fireplace at the back of the living-room. Yes, it was still
there, covered by a few logs of wood. I brought it out, removed
the dust and dirt on it, and placed it on the table. It was not
even locked. And that was when I had the umphteenth scare of the
day.

     The suitcase had been a bit heavy, all right, but when I
opened it  time stood still. The case was filled up with neatly
stacked 100 dollar bills. Used bills, that is. Again my first
inclination was to get the hell out of there, scared at the
thought of the owner of all that money, whoever he might be. But
then again: How on earth would he know about me? Who, where and
why? But I could not very well run along on my rollerblades,
carrying a heavy, aluminum suitcase. And again-again: The car.
There was nothing illegal about the car, as long as I wasn't
stopped by the police. And if I stayed with the morning traffic,
there was very little chance that I should be stopped. If only I
could get to the nearest town I could buy a pair of shoes, maybe
a sweater, dump the car and go home by bus or whatever.

     Half an hour later I parked the car in the lot outside a
supermarket. I bought a pair of sandals and a cotton jacket, at
the nearest cafeteria I had a light breakfast, and six hours
later I got into my house by the unlocked back door.

     Of course I could not deposit my 1,7 million dollars in a
bank or buy myself a fancy new house, but I do live the good
life, and a couple of times every year I go to Europe, Mexico or
whatever, to enjoy the pleasures of a rich, American tourist. I
went to Vegas and spent 300.000 dollars to win 120.000, but then
I had the payout coupons as an explanation for the 120.000 dollar
bankaccount I opened.

     And I never fell upon news about the murder of Carl andTom.



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