The Project by MaskedWarrior Chapter 1: The Weekend that changed everything The F.C.T.(Fantasies Come True) group had a new project running this year. Just like the previous 3 successful project this one was just as well prepared and so far flawlessly executed. Roxanne never understood what had made her part of this group, a sick primitive urge maybe, who knows, but the pleasurable experiences of the group's lesbian trial project kept her in the group throughout the 2 following plans. She was a successful gym teacher in her mid twenties with a respectful income that placed her in the higher ranks of the middle class. Her looks and her gorgeous and juicy body was something she always felt proud of and always profited the most out of it, if you know what I mean. One could say she had everything but still she was in for more sexual expeditions that society didn't approve. After aimless chatting in relative internet forums she came across a group that was promising to fulfill her fantasies. After weeks of online conversations, examinations and crosschecking she jointed the group and physically met the owner and the members. Then she found out that the group was actually consisted of only 3 members, 4 members including her. Beside herself, there was another blonde girl, Kim a 24 years old law student and two guys. Alan 32, owner of a famous night club in New York who now lived in California and Gus 29, a former Marine who found his way up the VIPS protection business now owning security office that kept an eye on many Hollywood celebrities. And now there they were halfway through the 4th project of the group. She had played a vital role in the late project. As a gym teacher in Beverly Hills she had many girls in her class that fulfilled this projects criteria. The group needed two Caucasian, preferably blonde girls between 22 and 24, with trained firm bodies and of course perfect facial characteristics. It was clear that she was the member that had easy access to such females through her occupation and all they had to do was pick the suitable subjects from one of her classes. After careful scouting that took them over 3 months and continuous arguments over the finalists all 4 of them came to agree over the perfect candidates. They were the twin sisters that had been attending Roxanne's class for no more than a month, but Roxanne had already become close friends with both Stacy and Cathy, those were their names. That later relationship would have an effect on her that she would never anticipate. In mid of May Roxanne was already spending most of her free time hanging out with the twins, making mental notes of their characters their everyday habits and last but not least their sexual appetite. She would then report back to the group in their weekly gatherings in Alan's place where the final phase of the project would be executed. The projects main idea was to fulfill any bestial or perverted fantasies the group members had by using the twins. Using the sexual profiles of the twins they would modify Alan's soundproof basement accordingly, before bringing in the subjects. This weeks meeting though, would be a turning point in Roxanne's life. She was planning on expressing her will to abort the whole plan since she was becoming more and more attached to the girls. The thought of using them as sexual items and then dispatching them found her completely indifferent now, if not totally disapproving. She had phoned to Kim about this earlier that week expressing her thoughts and Kim assured her that she already had made similar thoughts and they would together call off the plan during this Saturdays meeting. Now here she was in that hot Sunday afternoon outside Alan's place to attend the meeting that would end it all. She reached the outer gate of Alan's villa and rang the bell. Alan answered and invited her in while opening the electro-gate. It sounded to her as if she heard low moans from the speakerphone but she hadn't much time to think about it since Kim was already at the houses doorstep shouting at her to come inside. Kim greeted Roxanne rather excited and led her to the living room. "Maybe she is also happy were going to cancel the whole thing" thought Roxanne while she emptied the drink that Kim had served her. "Where are the boys" Roxanne asked Kim "Have you already told them about us having seconds thoughts ?" -"Yeah I did, in fact called them the moment you phoned me the other day and told them about your worries and we agreed upon the change of plans." "Good" thought Roxanne, at least Kim was the one to deliver the news to them so she went through the hard part. -"So where is Alan, this is his place after all !" said Roxanne -"Oh, yeah I forgot, he is downstairs helping Gus put together the new dildo chair that arrived this morning" answered Kim as see also finished her drink. As Roxanne leaned to set her glass on the table she felt a bit dizzy and fell back on the armchair. That was weird. She felt as if she had had a dozen of drinks. Anyway, the words Kim had uttered had caught the attention. -"Putting together what? A new dildo chair? Why would we need a third dildo chair, the plan was for the twins, you know, Stacy and Cathy. Besides it is pointless, Kim, since we have called everything off and all." Suddenly Kim's face changed and with a hostile look straight on her she answered, "Oh, baby nothing is being called off, as I told you, only a change of plans. You made a big mistake calling me and telling me all this sentimental shit. This only booked you a free ticket for that third dildo chair I talked you about. Since you love those bitches that much we thought that you will feel better experiencing this from their point of view rather than ours. For a moment Roxanne thought of it as a joke but the sarcasm in Kim's words and the evil laughter that followed quickly made it clear that it wasn't. In 10 seconds she had come to realize that from leading asset of the group she had been demoted to a "project subject". In tenths of seconds her mind told her that she had to get out of dodge ASAP before the boys returned from the basement and overpower her. She tried to stand up but her vision started to blare and felt motion sickness. -"Is something wrong sweetie?" asked Kim while laughing "Was that liqueur too strong for you?" -"Fuck you cunt, what have you done to my drink? What the hell is happening to me?" moaned Roxanne as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. -"You made the plans with us remember? I believe you are perfectly aware of what is just happening to you and most important, what will follow, Roxie." For seconds Roxanne brought to her mind details of the final stage of the project. God, she couldn't allow herself put alongside the twins she had to get out of this situation. -"Oh, no , please Kim, don't do this to me please, I will not tell anyone. Just help me get to my car before those assholes return and you will never hear of me again." -"Honey you really think you can talk your way out of this? Are you that naïve? Besides what good is it a car to you if you are unconscious? Ha, ha, ha !!" And as seconds came by Kim's laughs escorted Roxanne as she cried her way into darkness. "She is coming around, guys, she is waking up", Gus's voice echoed inside Roxanne's head. As Roxanne slowly regained consciousness she sighed with relief hearing his familiar voice next to her. "Ah, my head!" she mumbled. "My God this is quite a hangover!" she exclaimed, as she tried to get her bearings. "Well, well, well, look who is back with us!" said Gus. By this moment Roxanne was fully aware of her surroundings and new this was no hangover nor were the voices she heard those of friends anymore. See identified the room, how couldn't she? She and her former associates had spent many hours daily during the past 3 years in there testing, rehearsing and finally executing their fantasies on unlucky "volunteers". The basement had a rather low ceiling measuring around 3 meters and was 6x3.5 meters. Next to it there was a smaller room 3x.2.5 meters that shared a one way mirror glass with the hall that allowed viewing from the small room inside the hall but not in the opposite direction. The group had equipped both rooms with suspension points on the roof that allowed multiple ways of positioning the "subject". The current project was to take the group one step farther than the previous ones in terms of arousal and pain that would be inflicted on the "subjects". In a twist of fate she had been the one to propose the use of dildo chairs, "fuckers", as they called them, and now as she was looking three of them set up in the hall she new that she wouldn't be tying anyone on any of them but she had her own "sit" reserved. "By the horrified look in your eyes I can tell that I don't have to explain much to you, do I?" said Gus. Roxanne tried to stand but nothing seemed to be happening. She was still on the floor and her feet shacked a little instead of moving. "Roxy, you disappoint me honey. Have you forgotten our procedures already?" Kim shouted. "Oh, God please tell me you haven't done that to me" she pleaded looking each of her former mates in the eyes only to meet a look of desire and impatience for what was about to follow. She had no friends in this room. "I believe it was you Roxy the one who insisted on permanently disabling the lower limps of the captives as to strip them of any hope of future escape, and would make handling them easier since there wouldn't be any motor function below the waist to fight back to us. We were impressed to see the effect of the small surgical operation, you had proposed after reading those Med School books of yours." Roxanne, still lying on her side on the floor could not believe what was happening to her. She tried again to move her legs but no matter how hard she tried she only managed to make them spasm a bit. She had no feeling of them, the cold concrete floor that had frozen her arm did not send any shivers up her legs. In the meantime Alan was taking his time explaining to her the easy operation they had carried out on the twins and her using a small drill. She herself had studied and written down how to carry it out, in order to paralyze someone only at the lower limps. -"As you had told us we drilled two tiny holes on both sides of your T-16 verbrate.", Alan said while pointing at a diagram of a spinal column on the wall. She knew everything. They didn't have to explain it to her, but it was all part of their plan to make her totally aware that the situation was out of her hands. -"We are sorry to announce you that our first operation, executed on Cathy and Stacy, didn't go as planned. It looks like we severed their spinal cords more than desired and they ended up with no feeling at their genitalia or and rectum, which as you understand made them useless to us, so we dispatched them earlier this day." Gus carried on -"As you now our target was enhanced feeling in and around the genitals and colon, that is because the brain concentrates on the sense receptors around those areas that are unaffected." he continued -"Coming to yours baby, we couldn't know till you woke up. What is your professional opinion as a physiotherapist? Are you paralyzed or what? Ha, ha, ha. Well tell me doctor will you walk again ? Ha, ha, ha." said Kim while see and the others laughed at Roxanne. -"Look, wait guys listen to me..." Roxanne yelled at them trying to get what control of the situation she could at her state. The three of them stopped for a moment. Roxanne continued "...I don't care what you did to Cathy and Stacy, they weren't that close friends of mine as to compromise the groups secrecy. I assure you that I am still bound to the oath I took when I joined the group, I wont talk to anybody, you know that! If you take me to a hospital asap a neurosurgeon might be able to reverse some to the damage you did and with some luck I wont be spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair." -"Baby don't fool yourself, nothing you say will matter to us. We know that you were about to reveal everything to the twins and then they would go to the police. So don't try to convince us you weren't close, our oath means nothing to you now. As of now you shouldn't worry about spending the remainder of your life in a wheelchair. The only chair you are going to occupy from now on will be the fuck-chair, and this is where you will meet your demise. All according to the plan you yourself once agreed upon. You get the irony right?" Alan replied. Roxanne tried to say something fast, tried to keep them talking till she could thing of something but Kim interrupted her. "Well girlfriend, back to our subject. From what we all understand from your fruitless struggles those nicely shaped legs of yours are useless. But for your own sake that pink hole you got down there, better be still working. Cause if not you will meet your friends!" While Kim was talking, Gus stripped Roxanne of the underpants and her bra very slowly. Each and every ordeal she would endure from now on would be executed in such a way as to prolong her agony and humiliation. Then they presented her with common a rudder dildo and a ball gag. With a quick move the ball was in her mouth and secured in there with the strap. Alan untied her arms and legs to replace the ropes with leather handcuffs. Roxanne tried using her arms to fight back Alan but as she found out her struggles were nothing more than annoyance to Gus. In 30 seconds her arms and legs were locked together. -"Shit", Roxanne thought, know she was unable to talk to them, how the fuck would she convince them to free her? -"Now cunt, we are going to fuck-test your vagina and your rectum. Hopefully you will feel the dildo coming in, both from your frontal and rear openings and we will be able to "work" on you." exclaimed Gus. As he slowly plugged the large rubber instrument in her body trembled while she felt the dildo working its way up her love canal. The sensations were those of having a good fuck multiplied by hundredths. She couldn't help herself and she let out a low moan both of pleasure and sorrow. Everything was as they described it. Her reproduction organs, her vagina, and her clitoris had become ultra sensitive, despite her being paralyzed. Nevertheless, she would try not to excite them by giving them the joy of watching her getting horny, so she tried to think about something else. She accomplished nothing. She was overwhelmed by the signals her genitalia were sending up her crashed spinal cord. All see could think of, was that artificial penis that was gently rubbing her clit and kept picturing it even with her eyes closed. She was humiliated and in great pain but deep inside her she wished they would never remove that plastic instrument from her. The signs of her arousal started to appear and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Kim and Gus noticed the nipples on top of her firm breasts becoming harder and her face becoming red and soon her rich vaginal juices started to flow around the dildo. Roxanne was suddenly brought back to reality as the dildo was jerked out of her. -"Oh no Roxanne, look what you have done!" cried Gus. Roxanne turned her eyes down to where Alan had been working and she saw a small fountain of yellow fluid forming an arc as it fell on the cement inches from her buttocks. At first she thought that the water-filled dildo had a leak but as she cleared her vision I found out that it was her the one who was leaking. The liquid was coming out of her urethra. She could feel her urethra being kept open by the pressure inside her bladder. Gus and Kim where now on their feet looking down on Roxanne, who stared at herself pissing as if it was something strange. -"Looks like you gotta major plumping problem miss, and I ain't think I can do much about it" said Gus pretending to be a pumper. -"Oh, girl, this is getting better and better" shouted Kim. "You don't have any bladder control do you?" Roxanne waved her head to confirm that she had nothing to do with her bladder emptying, as another tear run down her chicks. She was damaged far worse than she had thought. -"Woman, you are so totally fucked up from the waist down aren't you? Jez, I bet your bowel is also out of order, soon or later we will find that out too!" Kim is right, thought Roxanne. Even if she would ever survive their torments, her body would be a mess forever. All those paraplegic people she used to watch on TV or in the streets came to her mind. She wouldn't be able to take care of herself anymore, she would spend her life totally dependant on others. What quality of life could she expect? Despite those depressing thoughts she was determined to make every effort to escape this, she wanted to live no matter what state she was in. -"What we have if front of us girls is another proof that the damage to Roxanne's spinal cord has deprived her the use of most of her muscles below her bellybutton.", remarked Gus as Roxanne struggled to curse him through her ballgag. -"This, as expected, includes her bladder and sphincter muscles.", continued Alan. Roxanne as a physiotherapist had deeper knowledge of her condition, which made her psychological burden even greater. She figured that since she hadn't had any leaks till that moment, she must have developed an automatic bladder. That meant that, without warning, her bladder muscles would automatically spasm and contract every time her bladder pressure got high, as a result her bladder would empty its content, just like it did. Assuming that her bowel was also affected, she would have similar incontinence trouble with her stool every time she would have involuntary bowel movements. "Kim you have to concur that from what we observed Roxy has full feeling of her vaginal cavity." "I agree Gus, so what remains is to check her backdoor" replied Kim as she got hold of the dildo while Gus turned Roxanne on her side to allow easier access to her opening. "Hoist her from the suspension point over there.", instructed Kim as she got into position behind her. By now the pressure inside her bladder had dropped and the fountain turned into yellow streams that run out her piss hole, between her asschicks and over her asshole, forming a small pond on the floor. Alan using a hand-crank lift Roxanne into a standing position. "I am so going to enjoy this.", Kim said as she proceeded to plunge the dildo in Roxanne's asshole. The truth about Roxanne was that despite being member of that perverted group for over 2 years, she never fancied the idea of having a cook up her ass. She had never tasted that feeling and never intended to do so. "Uuurgh, nnn plzzzzzz Km nnnn!" shrieked Roxanne as Kim buried 1 inch of the dildo in her anal cavity. "Wow girlfriend, all those girl talks the past years and you never mentioned you were a virgin in your ass?!?! I will be honored to be the one to pop your rear cherry.", yelled Kim with excitement. "That will be enough Kim", shouted Gus but Kim didn't pay attention to his words and pushed the dildo more, making Roxanne send cries of agony throughout the hall. "I said enough damn it" repeated Gus and this time grabbed Kim and drew her away from Roxanne, then he grabbed the dildo that remained inside Roxanne and pulled it out. "Oughh!!", moaned Roxanne with relief as the torment of her ass ended. "Why the hell did you stop me Gus? What's the matter?", Kim shouted back at Gus. "Are you stupid Kim, we found out what we wanted didn't we? It's obvious that she can feel her ass. We made a plan for a reason, and further probing of her cavities is scheduled for later. At this point we just check her, are we clear?", Gus explained to Kim. "Sorry, you are right. It's just that I am so excited by what we are doing. I always hated this blonde bitch, always showing off her trained body and made me feel inferior.", uttered Kim. And turning to Roxanne added "Are you surprised bitch? You thought of me as a trustworthy friend all this time, and now I got you where I want. I am so glad you tried to go against the group, cause now I will have my revenge." Roxanne, moved her head from side to side in denial, as she couldn't believe what she heard. So Kim, the girlfriend she believed to be her closest friend was in fact her worst enemy. All this was more Kim vengeance more than it was the result of Roxanne breaking the rules of the group. From this point she understood she couldn't count on Kim's old friendship for better treatment, and the boys couldn't care less about her, since Roxanne never spent time with them outside the group activities. Her ears caught on Gus's voice again. "...besides using the dildo right now on her might give us some unpleasant surprise. I am fine with her pissing around uncontrollably, in fact it turns me on, but probing her in the ass is like playing with fire in her situation." "What do you mean `playing with fire'?", asked Kim quite curious. "I took some time reading some health & care books on people with S.C.I.s In order to be as close to her thoughts as possible. Anyway as I found out that those people use something called `digital stimulation' to empty their bowels at a desired time. It has nothing to do with electricity that's what you have in mind. It is just a way to stimulate and loosen the anal sphincter using a continuous rotating rub of a finger inside the anal hole of the person with spinal injury. If by any chance that person has a bowel movement or any stool close to the end of the colon the feaces will move outside." "I get your point, lucky us you stopped me!" Kim said "It's already afternoon that will make it almost 24hrs since I drugged her upstairs. Her bowel must be filled by now, but her spinal injury and her tightened sphincter have prevented her from emptying it. But with me playing around her asshole with that dildo she might as well, how you said it? get "digitally stimulated" and make a mess in here." Gus turned around and headed for the elevator that take them upstairs where Ricardo was. "Since we are done with the tests, lets notify Ricardo that we can put the show into gear." Gus, followed by Kim, got in the lift and headed up. Roxanne was now alone. Hanging there from the ceiling, she gathered her thoughts. The room she was in was at the soundproof basement of a remote villa in the suburbs of L.A.. Gus's place had been an ideal place for their plans. The house was miles off the main road buried in the forest and only a narrow private gangway led to it. The closest neighbor was more than a mile away. They had been executing their perverted plans for 2 years and no one ever noticed anything. As she could remember those son of a bitches stuck to the plan. They had fuck tested her and what would follow was the "fucker", lesbian rape, anal rape, oral rape , slashing, and numerous other stuff. All these would be repeated till she was dead from exhaustion or by injuries external or internal. Nevertheless they would probably supply her with adequate nutritions to keep her in shape. No way they will let her live, at least that's what she had proposed back when she was taking part in the decisions. In her condition her life expectancy in their hands would be no longer than 2-3 weeks, a month at most. "If only I hadn't lost my bladder and bowel control", thought on herself. She new well enough that without professional care people with spinal injuries such as herself were very prone to U.T.I.s (Urinary Tract Infections) due to improper drainage of her bladder. Even worse, her automatic bladder, contrary to the flaccid bladder that some other S.C.I. victims develop, is the major and quicker reason to die away from medical help. The high pressures that developed inside the bladder before it spontaneously emptied could initiate a backflow of urine to her kidneys, thus infecting them. From that moment she would be dead in 3-4 days. Urine backflow in her kidneys was her main concern since her tormentor's treats would subject her bladder to even greater stresses. If she was to get out of this alive she would have to do it soon and on her own. But her `own', at that moment was hanging handcuffed and most importantly disabled from the waist down. In her condition even if she somehow managed to unhook herself from the ceiling she would have to crawl all the way up 17 steps unnoticed. Suddenly she heard the elevator moving and after a few seconds Alan appeared at the door. He looked up at her hanging from the roof in her miserable state. He had coveted her voluptuous body since he met her but she was always with someone else. Now here she was in front of him, with her nude sweated body glistening under the fluorescent lights. "Hi Rox. I apologize for not being able to join you earlier but I was preoccupied with your boss upstairs. Yeah, some people from your work were worried when you didn't show up at your dance class this morning. Your boss found your house locked so he phoned me. I told him to drive by and see what we can do." "I am saved", thought Roxanne. If her boss had been there he couldn't have missed her car that was parked just outside Alan's villa. It was almost in the middle of the narrow road that connected the villa to the main road. Her hopes went up, and Alan could see that her terrified face beamed with hope. And he heard the sigh of relief she let out. He closed in to her. In the past he had regretted such a move when one of their victims had kneed him in the crotch in a similar situation. He never forgot the pain he went through then. But this time he wasn't afraid. Gus had him briefed over the events of the past hour and he knew that she wasn't able to do anything with her legs. As he came closer he made no effort to hide the large bulge at his groin, caused by his erect penis that occupied his jeans. "Wait baby, just wait a few more hours and you'll get inside her warm pussy", he thought referring to his dick. He reached behind her head and released the strap of her gag, then got the soaked ball out of her mouth. Roxanne moved her numb tongue around her mouth to moisturize it. Alan just stood there inches from her, and run his eye up and down her body. Roxanne hadn't received any fluids during the past 24hrs and had been continuously sweating during the tests she went through. She was feeling the early stages of dehydration that caused her limps to spasm every now and then. She had been staring at some bottled water laid at the corner of the room, unable to ask for it since she was gagged. Since she was almost sure her saviors were hours if not minutes away, she regained her confidence. "I need water and want you to immediately get me off the ceiling hook, Alan. Do this and I will see that authorities go easy on you.", yelled Roxanne in an imposing manner. "What makes you think you can demand anything from us, Rox?" "If my boss has been here talking to you, then you must have had a difficult time explaining to him why my car is parked outside you gate.", explained Roxanne raising her voice as. "No matter what you told him, once he doesn't hear from me the whole day he will report everything to the authorities. And guess where are they going to search first asshole." "Any minute now the cops will burst in here. So make yourself a favor do what I told you.", ordered Roxanne. "All right, you are right our plan is ruined. Just don't tell the authorities I ever tortured you.", cried Alan. He lifted his hands to reach the clip that secured Roxanne's cuffs to the roof but the tension from her weigh made it difficult to release. Roxanne felt a bit suspicious about the way he reacted to her request. His willingness to comply and the tone of sarcasm in his voice didn't sound right. "Roxy would you be kind enough to get on you toes so I get some slack on this chain?" "I'll try", replied Roxanne. She commanded her legs to lift her on her toes but once again her legs didn't respond. Her legs, aside from random weak spamming, weren't moving. In a desperate attempt she contracted what abdominal muscles still worked as if the jolt on her body could jumpstart her legs. It was futile, and only caused her body to linger back and forth while her toes dragged on the floor. Alan, looking her attempts to move her legs became even more aroused. He could just open his zipper and shove his brick up her vulva, but each thing at its time." He managed to unhook the clip on his own and gently positioned her on her side since she couldn't remain seated without support. Roxanne's arms were aching after being hanged for over 2 hours and it would take some time until she could have full use of them. "My hands hurt, get one of those bottles and open it for me, I am so fucking thirsty.", shouted Roxanne. "Look baby, I wouldn't ruin your pathetic rescue theory, not tonight at least, but your bitching is unbearable.", shouted Alan back at her. "Did you really think we would have left your car out there for anyone to find and report to the police?" "We had it moved in my garage the moment you passed out after the drink." -"Fact is that your boss has come and gone without finding any sign of your presence here. Even if, some time in the future, police searches your apartment they will find no traces that will them lead to this basement. Kim paid a visit to your house last night and removed any evidence that associated you with our group." "As for your water, I am going to leave you like this for the night so that you can crawl over there treat yourself a bottle. There are also some blankets next to the bottles. Use them cause your lower body has lost its ability to regulate its temperature, and you don't want to catch a cold in your condition. Attach any empty bottles to your urethra to avoid wetting yourself." advised Alan. Roxanne's hopes once again faded. Those bastards left nothing to fate. If they had done what he said no one would ever suspect she was even there. She wanted to burst to tears but her dehydrated body couldn't spare the fluid. She just stared at him and her empty look spoke for her. Alan saw in her eyes that her rescue fantasies where ruined and he just turned around entered the elevator. Doors closed and Roxanne was again alone. She just lay on the floor as her mind projected pictures of her uncertain future. Minutes later she looked at the clock on the wall. It was quarter past nine o'clock. Probably each of her kidnappers would go to his home, maybe Alan and Gus would go out for a beer to discuss their next moves. That was the routine in the past projects when she was with them. As far as she was concerned she could be dead by tomorrow and since nobody was coming to her rescue, she would have to attempt an escape herself that same night. First things first, she told herself. She had to drink some water. Her arms were cuffed in front of her so see started crawling towards the pile of bottled water. The bottles were no more than 12-15 feet from her but it took her more than two minutes to reach them. Even though she didn't weight more than 130lbs, her arms were too weak to drag her limbed lower body. She got hold of a bottle and gulped its precious content, then she got another, and another, and kept drinking till she had emptied 4 bottles. Finally she had satisfied her thirst after going for more than a day without a drop of water. Next to the water there were two blankets she got one and unfolded itnext to her. The room wasn't cold since the central heating kept it warm, but her legs that came in direct contact with the concrete floor must have been freezing even though she didn't it. She rolled her torso and legs over the blanket and secured it around her waist. This way he created some kind of skirt that offered some protection from cold surfaces. She thought about using the second blanket but one was already noisy enough when she crawled around, and for that reason she would have to ditch it later anyway. She tried to place her back against the wall to get into a sitting position but she kept listing to one side or the other. Soon she stopped her attempts and just laid herself on the second blanket. "Now, Roxy, it's time to outthink those fouls and plan your way out of here", she whispered to herself It was time to come up with a plan to escape this nightmarish place. She assumed that the house was empty, otherwise they would still be down there tormenting her. Due to the soundproofing she couldn't know for sure till she gets up there. There were two ways up, one, the staircase, two, the elevator. Needless to say she moved towards the elevator door. She pressed the call button and waited. "If anyone is still here he will hear the elevator moving and my escapade will end, but I have to other way to go up", she thought. Within 6 seconds the door opened. So far she didn't hear any running or shouting so maybe she was alone after all. She crawled inside, dragged her legs in and reached for the button that would send her to the ground floor of the villa. 6 seconds later the doors opened, revealing Alan's vast living room from which's windows she could the twilight. She wasn't going to take any chances, so see removed the blanket from around her body. The whole house was carpeted so her legs would be safe. As she slowly exited the elevator she found out that dragging her lower body on the carpet demanded much more effort than it did on the concrete floor of the basement. As she moved for the phone she noticed that respiration reappeared on her skin. She had been struggling for the past 15 minutes harder than she had ever worked out. Her sweat had moistened her hair that now started to drop in front of her face obstructing her vision. Soon she was next to the plasma TV where the handset was located. "Thank God!!", she shouted as she picked the phone. But the phone was dead, she got no signal. She checked the plug, but it was in place. They had tampered with the phone there was question about that, but why. And why they left here there unattended in the first place. Then it all came to her. Her being allowed to wander the house, the disconnected phone all matched considering the location of the villa The house was so remote that on foot you needed much time to reach help, let alone in her condition. Plus in this protected area of California, wolves, pumas and bears thrived, being the dominant creatures of the night. It was common for her to encounter a wolf or a wolf pack crossing the road every time she drove to the villa. Crawling on her belly would take her days to reach the main road, and even if she wasn't devoured by a predator, she would most likely expire from exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration. Those damn bastards knew that that's why they hadn't locked her inside the house. Once again she burst into tears. She fell on her back sobbing while she imagined how horrible her final days would be in their hands. "Oh God, why, why have you let this happen to me." "I know that I did the same to others in past but I had regretted everything, I was about go to the authorities and confess everything." She was about to head for the kitchen and get a knife to cut her wrists when she recalled Alan's words." `We had it moved in my garage...' he had said about her car. They had taken all her items including her purse but Roxanne always kept a spare key tied under her SUVs chassis in case she ever lost her primary keys. The only question was whether she could operate the vehicle being paralyzed and all. She would find a way to drive it but for now she had to get to it fast. Time was passing by and soon or later on Alan would be back. Roxanne's hopes rose for a third time this afternoon, "Let's hope that this time they won't be any more surprises.", she thought. She was the only one who new about the spare key after all. With boosted morale she headed for the garage where her car was kept. Alan's house wasn't what one could call "paralyzed proof" so some elevations and corners gave Roxanne a hard time as she fought to overcome them. By then darkness had engulfed the whole house and since she didn't have time to look for the lights switch in every room she wasted precious time wandering in the house looking to the garage entry. Plus turning the lights on would give her activities away to Alan if he was close by. It took her almost half an hour to locate the garage door but the sight of her green `Freelander' SUV once she opened it, paid off. Somehow she felt safe close to an item she spent long time with everyday, as if the car would protect her from any harm. After lying on her back at the garage doorstep to catch her breath for a few minutes she noticed that perspiration was present only at the areas that weren't affected by her spinal trauma. Her lower body had lost its ability to sweat along with any other temperature or blood pressure regulating functions. Her limited medical experience warned her that her ongoing efforts to escape were pushing her malfunctioning circulatory system to its limits. She knew that arteries and veins of paralyzed areas tend to lose the ability to regulate blood pressure. This malfunction deprived vital oxygenation from her upper body and her brain as her blood pressure dropped below normal levels. That, combined with her struggles could explain her dizziness during the past hour. Her heart was beating madly, trying to raise her low blood pressure. Luckily the vehicle was now only a few feet away. She approached on the passenger side where she had placed the key. She reached her hand under the passenger door and fumbled the area till she got hold of the key. She decided to get in from this side then move over to the driver's seat to save time. It was a bit difficult to reach the keyhole of the tall SUV from her position but she was motivated and that's all it took. Door opened and the luxurious leather interior of her ride filled her view. She had put all her savings in that car and had only been driving it for 3 months. It always looked monstrous to her and she liked it, but now see had to climb almost 3 feet on get to the passenger seat. First she got herself halfway on the vehicles floor and then holding on the gear lever dragged her ass inside. With a second maneuver her round buttocks were positioned on the seat. It seemed to her that she was grew weaker every passing minute and lifting herself in the car had totally exhausted her. She would stay at the right seat till she summons some strength into order to move the other seat. As she secured her torso in a straight position using the seatbelt she could hear a distinctive noise as her butt and thighs rubbed the genuine leather of the seat. She closed the door, and the interior lights faded. In the semi-dark car she could hear only her heavy breath as her round tight tits moved in and out against the seatbelt. She felt much better now that she had made some progress, and that false feeling of security long with her being tired made fall asleep. No more than 10 minutes after she had slept a sudden loud hissing noise woke her up. "My God, what a nightmare" she told to herself thinking that the past day only existed in her dreams. Immediately she noticed the source of the noise which reminded that her nightmare was as real as the piss that had soaked her seat. Her system had received more than 2 liters of water the past hour and it could keep only a small percentage, the rest turned into urine was filling her bladder. Now her bladder was once again emptying this time ruining the 3'000$ interior. As the urine escaped her urethra under pressure it ricocheted on the leather bottom of the seat and splashed over the entire interior. "Oooh shit! Not again! Not in here! Not the fucking car" shouted Roxanne. For a moment she had forgot her grim situation and cared more about not messing up the car. She reached down and using one hand to spread her vagina's lips she tried to block her urethra with the other hand. Of course this was producing no result and urine escaped from the sides and over her thighs. As she kept trying she was involuntarily massaging her vagina with her palm. As her oversensitive sex organ started making her horny, she abandoned any effort to stop the urine leak and proceeded to work her sex with both hands. The increased sensitivity of the area between her thighs caused overwhelming arousal. "Fuck this", she said "Alan is going to be here soon, never the less here I am, playing and finger fucking myself instead of getting out of dodge!" She quickly unbuckled her belt and leaned over the handbrake towards the over seat. She got hold of the steering wheel and pulled herself with all her might. Inch by inch she was halfway to the other side, when she heard a car in the distance. "Fuck, Alan is back and I don't even know if I can operate the controls.", "Soon he will be searching the place for me and it wont be long before he looks in the garage", thought Roxanne. She expedited her transfer to her driver seat and buckled up. The person driving the car wasn't Alan. It was Kim who had left Gus and Alan back at the bar and headed back to keep an eye on their captive using Alan's Porsche. By now Kim had stopped in front of the gate waiting for it to open via her remote control. Since Roxanne's car already occupied the garage Kim would park her car in the front, so Roxanne was safe in there, at least for the time being. She lifted her right thigh and positioned her right foot on the accelerator. The weight of her leg pushed the pedal almost all the way to the floor. She just prayed it would stay there, she wouldn't be able to step on the brake but this was the least of her problems. She planned on using the handbrake if she wanted to decelerate. It was time to start the engine. She paused for a second to eardrop the house, Kim had found she wasn't in the basement. She heard Kim's voice coming from deep inside the house. "Honey, I am home! Come give me a hug!", Kim shouted. She turned the ignition. The engine came to life and roamed to 6'000r.p.m. since she couldn't adjust her foot on the accelerator. Kim was looking in the kitchen when she heard the engine noise. "What the fuck? Is anyone stealing the car ?" No way it could be her, the guys had the only keys with them. "Wait a minute it's the car in the garage. It's her car. Fuck she somehow found a way to start it.", she thought. "You resourceful whore where you think you are going?", she shouted loud as she made a run for the garage. The only thing Roxanne could hear was the engine that sounded as if it would explode. In front of her stood the garage door that she would have to push open using the cars momentum. Thankfully the gearbox was semiautomatic so shifting didn't involve using a clutch. She just moved the shifting lever back once and the car accelerated, while spinning all four wheels. She got hold of the steering wheel with both her cuffed hands and commandeered the car to the exit. The garage door collapsed under the 2 ton vehicle, and since there was no way to get the pressure off the gas pedal she steered the "Rover" straight at the wall gate which, just like the garage door, presented no barrier for the SUV. Within 20 seconds after she had started the engine she had managed to get on the narrow drive that would take her to the main road 1 mile away. "Yes!", she cheered as she watched the villa get smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror till in vanished from her sight. She now had to concentrate on the road. It seemed that it had been raining the previous night and the gravel road had become quite slippery and muddy. She wasn't going any fast though. She was doing 20mph at 6'000rpm, since she wasn't able to use her restrained hands to shift and hold the wheel at the same time. Then she made a deadly mistake. Under the fear that Kim would surely come after her in the Porse she wanted to go faster. She let the steering wheel for a blink of an eye and tried to engage the second gear. In the shaking car she misplaced her hands on the console putting the gearbox in full-auto mode. She was caught by surprise as the car started shifting gears, thus accelerating. Terrified she grabbed the steering wheel again and tried to maintain a straight course on the narrow path, while the gear box hastily changed gears. Within 8 seconds she reached 60mph and kept accelerating. She had to decelerate but how would she do that? She was barely able to keep the bouncing car on the road and if she let the wheel to do anything the car would certainly go off the road probably hitting a tree and kill her. As the powerful SUV roamed through the forest it reached a point where the road formed a tight 90o corner. See immediately knew this would be the end of her trip. She tried to position the car as good as she could but the slippery mud sent her spinning in a clump of trees at the road side. The car penetrated the forest for some 20 meters, till it finally came to rest on a large trunk with its side. The force of the jolt sent Roxanne's body on the driver door and her leg was moved off the gas pedal. The blacked out for a few seconds as her head hit the door frame. When she opened her eyes she saw the position of the vehicle. She had to get rolling again or Alan would catch up with her. She started the engine again but she couldn't input the complex controls that where needed to unstuck the car from the mud and trees it was logged into. Each time the engine would either stall or cause the wheels to spin furiously sinking the car deeper in the mud. As another attempt failed she heard the familiar boxer engine of Alan's Porse in the distance. "Now what?", she asked herself. She turned the headlights off and stayed silent. Only her breathing was heard. Her breasts rhythmically moved as she breathed rapidly, tired from her frantic efforts to control the car. Maybe the darkness would hide the signs of her off-road path and Kim would just drive by her position. She was almost 100feet in the forest so it was be impossible for her to notice her SUV with its lights turned off. Soon the Porse's lights appeared at the corner she had gone off the road. She followed the lights as they got closer and she was happy to see that the car didn't stop but drove off instead, speeding towards the main road. "This is a good sign!" she thought. "I might have not escaped completely but they will assume that I have reached help. So they won't be searching in the immediate area around the villa." As the adrenaline rush caused by the crash subsided her back started to ache probably from the crash stress. She had to get into a more comfortable position to get the weight of her aching spine. She moved the handle at the seats side and an electric motor rolled the back of the seat all the way down. Her body followed the seats movement and now she was on her back. As her head came to rest near the back seats she made out a satchel. It was where she kept spare cloths to change after her gym class. She turned over and opened the bag. There wasn't much to use in it, apart from personal hygiene stuff and her cloths. "Damn, I wish I had forgotten my cell phone in it", she thought. She figured that she had covered most of the distance to the main road, which now must had been no more than a quarter mile away. Nonetheless she was reluctant to venture outside the car; she couldn't get back on the narrow road she had just driven off. Sooner or later Kim would call the other two and there would be much movement on that track. Her only chance would be to move through the trees and by doing so during the night would be suicidal. In the unfortunate event of a wolf spotting her, the animal would look at her as another wounded prey that presented a free meal. She wasn't going to take her chances; she hadn't come all the way here only to become prey for the wild beasts. "I will have some rest, regain some strength and at dawn I will seek help", she decided. "But if I am to spend the night in here I better do something about by bladder, the car already smells like a public toilet, from my urine." She had drunk a lot of water earlier and she would have much bladder activity during the night. She gently felt her abdomen with her palms. It was swollen, a clear sign that once again her bladder was full and any minute now it could empty her wastes. She couldn't go outside to take a leak cause the door on her side was next to a tree plus she couldn't repeat that wearying routine every time she would take to pee. And she new it would take many times till all the waste was eliminated from her system. There were a couple of Powerade bottles in her sports bag but those were useless for her. They would be ok for a man penis that could be plugged in the bottleneck, but wasn't sure anything like that was feasible on a woman's urethra. "The towels?!", she thought "I can use the towels to collect the urine end once they are soaked I can just wring the urine out of them from the window" Her idea came right in time. She felt her urethra been pushed open from the inside. Then she heard the sounds the urine did as it splashed on the leather steering wheel and all over the dashboard. As she was lying on her back she turned her head and saw the urine that was escaping from her crotch. With clumsy moves, she pressed one towel where she figured her urethra was. She pushed the cloth deeper between her thighs to secure a firm contact. Thankfully no urine was escaping, and it looked like the towel absorbed most of the fluid. She waited it out for a couple minutes. By then the towel was quite soaked. She reached the window controls and lowered the window. As the window opened the towel was thrown out of the car. "I will use the other 2 towels if I have to", she decided. She then got some wet hankies to clean her privates from any remaining urine. She was a personal hygiene girl and even now she didn't like thought of her urine covered crotch. She began cleaning her privates while the lavender scent from the hanky filled the interior. She had forgotten that every time she treated or touched that area her body went out of her control. The gentle touch of her fingers on her vulva started to turn her on. Soon she was rather caressing than cleaning herself. Her hands were moving back and forth and she gently inserted her middle finger in her vagina. She was hornier than she had ever been in her life. She tried hard not to make any noises that her arousal demanded. It was certain to her that once she gave her first low moan she would go into a sensual frenzy. "Uuuuoooogh!!!" Her first moan sounded as if she was some kind of porn star. She had had pleasurable fucks many times in the past but nothing compared to this. As her breath got heavier and faster every minute, she watched her nipples form pointy cones on top of her breasts. She would like to caress them too, but her tied hands could only move together, and moving them would mean leaving her crotch. "Aaahh, forget the breasts Rox", she told herself "Uuuughh, I SOOO have to stuff my my fuck hole!", she screamed . One hand was working on her clit, while she penetrated her vaginal entrance with the other. Meanwhile, he windows grew steamy with her hot breath, as her body was dripping sweat all over the leather seat. She knew that she had lost all self-respect and now she would look more like a cheap whore than a well established woman in the fitness business. Soon three of her fingers occupied her vagina, and she was playing them with excitement around her love canal. As she climaxed she came, engulfing her hand in her erotic juices. Being nicely greased her hand now worked faster and her chest bounced keeping pace with her hand stimulation. Her fingers only filled a few inches of her hole, she had to use something to get deeper. "The bottles", she thought. Grabbing one Powerade she lubricated it in her mouth, then had it fitted in her opening. With a painful push the wide bottle entered her vagina creating new painful yet pleasurable waves through her body, as her vagina distended to accommodate the large item. She always disliked using sex toys in her relationships, saving there use for the victims the group worked on. That way her vagina hadn't become wider or deeper by anything larger than the average male penis. She manipulated the bottle trying to push it all the way in, but of course the 1foot long bottle was too big for her rather swallow hole. The overwhelming excitement put great pressure on her tired out body. Minute by minute her moans faded as she was run out of breath. Soon her fatigued hands limited her ability to self-abuse and she gradually fell asleep. Kim pulled over at the parking lot behind the bar where Gus and Alan had been having a good time till they had received her call. She stepped out of the car and moved towards her entrance but the guys where already outside waiting for her. What started as a night of celebration, was quickly turning into a nightmare for the three of them. "How could I let that crippled bitch get away, how the fuck did lose her?" , Kim cursed as her approached her associates. From Gus's tone on the phone and the looks of them she could tell that they where worried.-"It's about time you came Kim", Gus shouted angry, ready to start a row over her failure stop Roxanne. "Let's not start now, ok." Alan stopped him. "We will she whose fault it was after we find Roxanne, we cant waste time fighting each other." He continued. "Ok, ok" replied Gus "Lets just move out to find her cause the idea alone that she can send us all behind bars for life fucking makes me crazy." The three of them got in their cars and set off to check each and every location Roxanne could show up in search for help. They kept checking and rechecking all possible places for the whole night and by then the sun had risen and their hopes had dropped. They decided to call it and all meet back at Alan's place. Roxanne woke up in the morning on the following day. She had a rough night but at least she got some sleep. When she passed out the previous night she was bare naked but didn't feel any cold dew to the hormone rush that kept her warm. It was until later that night when temperature dropped and her loins settled that she began showing hypothermia signs. She woke up in the middle of the night trembling at her upper body and some serious pain in her chest. She had to warm herself, as she had started going into shock and soon she wouldn't be able to coordinate her moves. She figured that since her situation was grim it wouldn't get any worse if she turned the engine on. She pressed the knob next to the seat and the back rolled up positioning her seated in front of the steering column. She turned the ignition and the engine came to life. It still worked despite the nasty damage the car had sustained. She just left the engine run at idle and set the environmental control system to full hot position. Soon the cabin was warmed and she slept again till the other day. Then she saw it. For a third time she had pissed herself. It looked like she fell asleep before she was able to wrap a towel around her crotch. She must have had urinated more than once since the liquid had covered a large area on and under the leather seat of the car. She hastily reached to the passenger seat where her backpack was and got the last towel. She had to wipe herself or the acidic urine could irritate her skin if left on it for too long, and could develop into an infection. After she was done cleaning herself once more she thought it was about time she got going. "I can't just go out crawling naked as I am." She thought as she started searching her bag for something to cover her body. Unfortunately the only piece of clothing her found was her gym cloths from her aerobics class. Her pink licra leotard along with a pare of leg warmers and some pantyhose. She had no other choice but to go with what little protection those fabrics would provide. It took great effort to put on all those cloths. As she was done dressing she looked down her at her gorgeous body and tear run down her face as she came to realize that most likely she would never be able to dance again. Being elsewhere, covered in this skin-tight pink outfit, she would be the most desirable thing for any man. Roxanne gave herself a few minutes to overcome these emotions and opened the passenger door. She pulled herself out of the car and on the soil she went. The slippery mud on the ground that had sent her off-road last night would now make it somewhat easier for her to move towards the main road, where she could hear cars passing by from time to time. For the time being she hadn't heard any sounds on the villas side, most probably her ex-teammates where out all night long and up until now searching for her. Anytime now they could be back and she couldn't know if the tire marks of her Freelander would be unnoticeable under daylight. She started crawling between the trees dragging her lifeless torso and legs behind her. The extra dollars she had paid for her gym cloths paid off and by the time she got close to the main road they weren't that shredded, for all that she was mostly covered in mud. It had taken one hour to get to the main road and now she was lying in the roadside ditch, hidden among the bushes. By the odor coming from her crotch she new she had been pissing all that time. As Alan drove his car to his house he was already planning his escape from the U.S. it was clear that word about their activities hadn't reached the authorities yet but soon Roxanne would give them up. Still he was surprised that Roxanne despite the fact that she had obviously escaped hadn't reported to the police yet. If she had escaped wouldn't it be the best think for her to get to a police station? As he closed the turn into the small driveway something caught his eye. Something on the roadside was in great contrast with the environment. He slowed down to take a better look and suddenly released that something, colored pink, laid between the vegetation next to the road. Roxanne had spotted the car approaching but she had decided not to try get the drivers attention cause the vehicle looked familiar. As it got closer she realized that besides being Alan's car it had also started decelerating. Fear seized her and she made an effort to crawl back in the tree hoping that Gus hadn't spotted her. "Damn those clothes gave me up" she thought as she heard the car stopping a few meters behind her. It was her. Alan couldn't believe his luck. During all that time she was right under their nose. He braked hard and jumped out of the car. It was clear that it was her by her blond hair, and the obvious fact that she couldn't walk. With a short sprint he was on top of her pinning her helplessly on the forest floor. "There you are nutty girl, we were worried about you" Alan said as he grabbed her arms. "Argh ,help, anyone help me" she screamed as his weigh forced the air out of her lungs. He didn't have much time, they where exposed to any passing car so he locked Roxanne hands behind her and he lifted her to carry her in his car. "No, no, no don't do this to me please Alan. Oh God please Al wait, don't put me in the car, let me talk to you for a minute, just hold on." Of course none of her words mattered to him as he threw her on the passenger seat. "Shut up the fuck up or I am gonna..." A car he hadn't noticed approached from the opposite side of the road. He acted fast, and before Roxanne could shout at the car, he punched her in the upper abdominal area knocking her out of breath. He when leaned over her and kissed her a long French kiss as any loving couple would do. As Roxanne was out of breath she could only watch the car pass by, while the two guys in it whistled at the sight of the couple making out. As the car faded in the distance Alan withdrew his tongue from her mouth and cuffed her hands behind her before closing her door. Then he walked over to his seat and drove the 1 mile to his house where Kim and Gus already waited. He past the shuttered gate and parked his car inside the empty garage. "Hey, Gus my man, look what I found coming home." yelled Alan as he exited the car. The other two at the sight of Roxanne cheered and congratulated Alan for his find. Up until then they were also determined that their days outside the can were counted, but now all those thoughts belonged to the past. "What are those thinks she is wearing?" asked Gus. "Yeah, I'm kinda worried as to where see got them?" added Alan. "Hey, bitch who gave you those cloths?" Roxanne didn't respond , she no longer cared. What little hope she had during the past ours was gone and her fate was pretty much determined from now on. "Nothing to worry about guys, those are her work cloths, if you can call this vulgar outfit that, and she probably kept them in her car. "Why did she put them all anyway , was she planning to seduce a passing driver or what? I mean you get my point..." said Gus. "Whatever" said Alan as he open Roxannes door. Roxanne spit in his face as the door opened. "Yeah, I like it when you play it rough baby! But juices coming from your cavities are more than welcome in here" Alan commented as he wiped her saliva from his chick. Roxanne knew he meant that and she knew that's what they did to the girls of the past projects. "I don't know your plans bastards but I am not going to play your game. You are getting no excitement from me that I promise and farther more I'm goi...uuuhhh!" she let a soft moan. While she was talking to Alan, he had reached with his arm over her rich bosom, partially covered by her pink leotard, and had cupped her left breast. As he started caressing her, her now oversensitive mammary filled her brain cells with erotic signals that where impossible to suppress. Alan knew that just like her genitals, all her erotigenous areas where affected by her spinal rearrangement. Signals originating from areas that where still connected to her brain were amplified by her brain. One could compare her situation to a blinded person whose other senses become stronger to compensate for the loss of sight. Despite her latest statement, not to go along with it, Roxanne's body betrayed her and begun to give them a show. Kim and Gus kept watching, as Alan turned her on. There, in the car seat Roxanne felt herself getting hornier than she had ever gotten in any bed in the past. Alan could see and feel her body responding, her nipples, hard as rock, now protruded under Roxanne's tight suit and her face was blushing. Roxanne was going mad in her head, her thoughts were consumed by the sexual arousal and her tries to think of anything else weren't paying off. "Please, uuuhhhh, please stop,... let me g... aauuhh", she gasped "What did you say, Rox, I didn't hear you, you have to speak up!" replied Alan as he got his hands off her body. Roxanne now that he had stopped, tried to repeat her words but as she tried to speak Alan immediately begun caressing her again. Roxanne spoke, but her words were not what she intended, she only spoke out bittersweet moans of agony, pleasure and satisfaction. That was a language her three rapists understood, the swelling in the men's crotches and the large void that Kim felt between her legs was a clear proof of that. Alan then slowly stopped, he didn't want this to be the climaxing of the day, and after all they had prepared the basement, which would be the stage for their show. By now Roxanne's mind floated in seas of ecstasy and little did she understand of her surrounding as Gus carried her down. Alan used some canvas he had in his garage and with some help from Kim covered the large hole that stood where his garage door once was. "Hey Kim why don't you go make us some coffee, it's been a long sleepless night for all of us? I will go check her car with Gus, make sure nobody can spot it. We be back soon I shouldn't take long!" suggested Alan. "Ok, no prob I have us 3 cappuccinos ready by the time you get back!" answered Kim willingly, and moved towards the kitchen. Alan waited Gus at the elevator and once he came up they walked to Alan's vehicle. "You think her SUV will give us away, Alan?" asked Gus as they drove off Alan's yard. "Naah , I wouldn't worry man. If we didn't spot it during our thorough search last night no one will" Alan reassured him. "Then why are we out here to check the car if it presents no danger. Man its still 9 o'clock and after last nights search I could use some sleep you know!" said Gus annoyed. "Relax friend, I know that, I'm wasted too. But the fact is we have to settle something down before tonight and now was the perfect time to have a talk" replied Alan. "Oh man we could talk about whatever you liked lying on your living room. After all if it is about the project you want to talk we have everything worked out. We have our plans for the final phase, we got Rox back and will fit nicely in those plans." Said Gus once again quite annoyed by his tiredness. "That's my point exactly friend. Do we really have everything we need to work on. Just think about it. All our planning was based on two subjects" explained Alan. "Aaah, that is you want to talk about! Well this might be a small problem. I would suggest grabbing another girl but it impossible to locate anyone that fills our criteria in such sort period. I mean Roxanne wont hold much longer in her state and so we are going to have to find someone right away" said Gus "Unless we use a girl we already know" remarked Alan as he stopped the car and looked Gus in the eyes. Gus immediately knew what Alan implied. Kim had just finished her coffee but Gus and Alan were still not back. It was just over an hour since they had left and she wondered whether they faced any problems and hiding the Freelander. She was very tired and even the coffee couldn't keep her eye from shutting. She had been driving around the town all night but thankfully the bitch was now locked in the basement. She decided to wait no more, and go to sleep instead. Who knows how long it would take them to come back. She could crash at one of the guest rooms upstairs like she did when she stayed overnight at Alan's place during the projects. First she would take a shower, she never liked go to bed without one. Since she hadn't planed this she decided to launder her current cloths and by the time she would wake up they would be ready. She didn't need them while she slept after all since she liked sleeping fully nude. That was a habit she got after playing around naked in Alan's basement during their projects. She walked to Alan's laundry room and one by one took off her cloths and placed them in his washing-machine. She placed her high heels next to the machine which she then turned on. She then climbed to the upper floor where the bathroom for guests was, eager to relax under the stream to hot water. As she entered the room she gave herself a moment to glance her reflection on the large mirror. She might not have been the gym teacher Roxanne was, but her careful diet and some good genes presented a package that scored close to the top. She turned around herself admiring her figure and then stepped into the shower cabin. After a long uplifting shower she was ready to crash in her bed. She quickly dried her straight hair and 5 minutes after she finished showering she was under the sheets dreaming about the exciting night that was to come. Their coffees waited for them in the living room when Gus and Alan returned 3 hours after they had left. Its them that long to figure out the perfect way (from their point) to present Kim with the revised plan. At first they were surprised not to find Kim waiting for them but after a small search they found her sleeping heavily in the guest room. Alan new she used to sleep naked when he slowly approached her bed. He was quite sure she wouldn't wake up when he put his hand under the sheets. He softly guided his hand over her relaxed body from her chest down to her abdomen to check her. She was wet with her juices She let out a small sigh as the external stimulation by his hand added to her wet dream. "Oh, come on Alan, let her sleep. If she awakes and finds you there our whole plan is gone!" whispered Gus Alan knew Gus was right, her retracted his hand and they left the room. As they headed for the kitchen Alan noticed the homing sound of his washing - machine that was now drying Kim's cloths. "What is this?" asked Gus, "She's washing her cloths?" "Yeah" said Alan "But I guess she wont be needing them any more, is she?" he continued He opened the machine and got hold of her cloths and undergarments. "I say we keep those for the time being, showing her pair of high-heels?" he said "Since we don't have anything similar I say we keep them. Just suggest she puts them on before we grab her." answered Gus "Done!" They proceeded to the living room where they sat down to enjoy their cold coffees watching the fireplace quickly turning Kim's clothing into ashes. Alan and Gus woke up around 8p.m. , they had slept a good 7 hours and they had rested enough. Kim was still asleep so they decided not to wake her up. Besides she wasn't needed for what they had to do. After a quick meal they went to the basement. Roxanne was just where they had left her. Gus had placed her on a small mattress they had brought down and she was covered with a blanket sleeping heavily. They plate where her morning meal had been was clean. They didn't want her to collapse due to hunger so they had taken care of that. Sometimes subjects refused to receive food to expedite their demise and spare themselves the ordeal, but Roxanne new they would use IVs to keep her alive if they had to. The 2 men had no difficulty lifting the mattress as it was with her still sleeping on it. They gently moved it in the elevator and got her upstairs. They then moved her in the bathroom where Gus had earlier prepared her bath. The bathtub was filled with foamy water with all kinds of essential oils. After her escape attempt Roxanne had become too filthy that it was impossible to get much arousal from her body. They would bath her before they begun anyway but now they had a good reason. In order to keep her from waking up Kim, they put her the ballgag on again. As they inserted it inside her mouth, the large item obstructed her breath and she begun to wake up. "Good you are wake Rox!" said Alan while he and Gus cut through her spandex outfit removing it "Mmmm, whttt?" "I am sorry we had to ballgag you so you don't wake up Kim" said Gus "I hope you do understand that we can't just have you dirty and messed like this when we have fun in the basement. For that reason we prepared a nice refreshing bath for you to get you cleaned up inside and outside." Added Alan Non bothered by her tries to speak some words through her gag they cuffed her hands behind her. Now she was totally stripped, ready to go in the tub. Alan got hold her shoulders while Gus supported her legs as they lifted her and slowly lowered her in the bathtub. Roxanne felt nothing until the water touched her anus. It was tepid and so she wasn't in danger to losing her temperature control. Cause unlike the previous projects where subjects where bathed in cold water, this one demanded extra care for the paralyzed subjects "They did their homework" she thought as she was father lowered in the rich foam. Suddenly she was terrified as she found out she couldn't keep her head above the surface. She tried to do so with her bound arms and they were secured behind her. She had to rely on Alan to keep her head above the water while Gus took his time to clean her body. She gave a pleading look to Alan as he shampooed her long hair. "Maybe I can get him even at this moment to feel something about me and spare me" she thought as she put out a believing performance "Oh baby those tricks wont work on me anymore." Said Alan "It looks like you overestimated your affection on me. Am long past the point I felt anything about you. I passed that point when a found your betrayal to me and the rest of the group." He added They continued with their task as Roxanne petrified heard them chattering about her and the treatment they would give her that night. They were almost done cleaning her but she knew it wasn't over yet. The hard part was about to begin. Her fear was verified when Gus said to Alan: "Ok we I'm done with the outside, time for the inside I get the tools." Gus left for a few seconds and came back with a large bottle and some long hoses. As Gus hoisted the large 4 liter elastic bag above the bathtub Alan turned to Roxanne "You know what this is and where it goes so there isn't much to explain to you." Said Alan as he pointed up where Gus was preparing her enema. "You haven't gone for number 2 for quite a long period and since we don't want you to mess things up we will make sure your digestive track is thoroughly emptied." He continued "Ok, I'm ready lets get her hooked up." Said Gus Gus gave a hand to Alan and got her out of the tub, lying her face down on the massage table Alan had in his bathroom. "Hold her butt chicks apart for me will you Al?" she heard Gus She didn't feel much of Alan touching her butt but suddenly she could feel the tip of the enema hose pushing through her sphincter. As the plastic tube moved a couple of inches inside her the pain was intolerable, but it was nothing compared to what she felt when Gus turned on the tap of the bottle and cold sterile water started to flow in her intestines. She didn't actually have much feeling in the colon but the water temperature caused to the surrounding tissue of her belly much stress. "Nnnnnn plzzzzz nnnnn" she groaned as the pain drove her mad With what little motor function she still possessed she tried to jerk the hose out of her body but Alans hands kept her in place on the table. Gus checked her gauge on the water bag. Everything looked fine as the water seemed to flow steadily in Roxanne's rectum. "We better turn her around Al or she won't take it all in." said Gus Alan carefully turned Roxanne around placing her on her back, and Gus made sure the hose stayed in place during the transfer. As she was placed facing up Roxanne could she the water bag slowly emptying throw the rubber hose. She tried to control herself and not burst in tears although her eyes gave away her suffering. By now the bag was halfway empty, meaning that she had 2 liters of that fluid in her belly which now felt and looked bloated. As the pressure inside her increased her stomach begun to cramp which made her pain worse. It took 20 minutes for all 4 liters to fill her intestines. Gus turned off a second tab on the hose close to the anus to keep the water in her. "And now we wait another 5 minutes for the chemicals to liquefy all the wastes in you!" remarked Gus and her disposed the used enema equipment. "I never thought a human body of your size could hold that amount of water Rox well done. Maybe that has something to do with your inability to counter the flow inside you, I don't know. What do you say Gus?" said Alan "How the hell do you want me to know? The only think I know is that under different circumstances I would say she is 7 months pregnant. I mean look how stretched her belly is?" remarked Gus By that time Roxanne's body had adapted to the foreign liquid inside her and the pain had settled a bit. "Ok time to flush you baby" said Gus as he turned to her again He got hold of the other end of the hose and kept it over the toilet seat. Alan then opened the tap near her butt and immediately beige liquid started to flow from inside her. The fluid run fast and within another 5 minutes she was empty. By the color of it they new they needed another enema so she would produce nothing but clean water. Roxanne new that two and she helplessly endured two more enemas of the same size till they were satisfied. In the meantime they had dried her hair and perfumed her. By the time they moved her back downstairs it was close to 9 o'clock p.m. . . Kim had waken up by the sound of the hairdryer coming from the bathroom but lied in her bed daydreaming. It had been much time since she last slept that well. And her dream was extraordinary. She had wet-dreams about sexual experiences in the past but the one she had that day took her to a new level in terms of how real it felt. All that planning about the forth project and this exciting twist with Roxanne had make each nap more exciting. And this nap was surely worth it as she could tell by the stains her coming during her sleep. She correctly assumed that the guys were cleaning up Roxanne which explained the hairdryer. "It's about time I joined them!" she said excited to herself The sun had almost set so the room was dark. She stood up, roughly fixed her hair and tried to look for her cloths in the dark. As she fumbled around in the dark she remembered she had placed all her cloths in the machine. As she finally found the switch and turned on the light she found out the boys had left her pumps and her strapon harness by the bed. "The night already had begun to look kinky" she said to herself as she picked up the pink dildo of the strapon She decided to go with it and she got hold of the harness. The dildo was an 8 inches long pink customized FeelDoe with a locking black leather harness that secured it around a female pelvis. As the strapon was attached to the crotch, the short phallic end measuring approximately 2.5 inches in length and 1.5 inches in width fitted in her vagina. The other end, called the phallic end, had a realistic head measuring 8 inches in length and 1.5 inches in width. This stimulated her clitoris the labia as well as her vagina while she thrust her fake dick inside her partner's hole, thus giving her the phantom feeling of having a real penis. Below the vaginal dildo the dildo had a sort catheter that linked the urethra to the dildo's inner tubing so that the user could pee through the artificial penis's tiny tip hole just like a man, even from a standing position. That function was both luxuriating and practical considering the long time the harness might had to stay on the wearer. The urethra of the fake penis was also connected to the vaginal dildo which in turn incorporated small holes to collect the vaginal fluids. As the user reached orgasm and came, her juices and cum would flow inside the rubber instrument and exit through the tip of the rubber penis. She hocked up the catheter and strapped on the dildo. Next she slipped her feet in her high-heels. Those shoes were less than comfortable but added 3 inches to her small 5,5' frame. She wasn't used to walking around naked outside the basement, after all she wasn't keen on exhibitionism, so she wound the bed sheet around her shoulders to hide her nudeness although the long dildo still that stuck out under the sheet. As she exited the bedroom little did she notice that her cell phone and her purse where gone from the nightstand. Alan and Gus knew that Kim was awake by the sound of her heels when she first walked out of her room. Her steps became louder as she approached the living-room where they enjoyed their drinks as they caught the latest news about the war in Iraq on CNN. Gus had fought in Afghanistan as a marine, and was discussing with Alan over the urban warfare taking place inside and around Basora. Kim appeared in the upper area of the living room and they turned towards her as she stepped down to the sitting room that was 3 steps lower than the rest of the living room. They couldn't help but to admire her as see walked on her heels dragging the satin bed sheet around her. She had tied her hair into a ponytail with a ribbon she had found in the guest room, and she still wore her large round earrings she had slept with. All that time she had, just like Roxanne, been hands-off for the 2 male members of the group but now they both couldn't help waiting to lay their hand on her. "Hi, Kim did you have a good sleep. We were wondering when would you be getting up." greeted her Alan. "I know I am sorry guys I really needed that sleep, I know I overslept but it seems to me that you had no trouble bathing Roxanne without Me." replied Kim as she closed in to sit by the fireplace. "Yeah we did it ourselves no worries Kim. We thought you could benefit from some extra sleep from the tonight show." said Gus blinking his eye to Alan "That is very thoughtful of you guys. And to return the favor I am already dressed appropriately for our little show!" she said as she uncovered part of her pink dildo under the sheet. The two men where excited at the sight of the dildo-bearing female that sat across the room. It's weird how different they thought of her now that they had decided to remove her from the group. They put great effort in keeping an indifferent stance towards her, as to not give their plan away. "I am gonna fix as some more drinks, the usual for you Kim?" said Gus as he went for the mini-bar "Yes sure I could use a drink. Actually make it double, I could use some light head tonight!" she replied as she turned to Alan "Well, chief , is she ready?" she told him "Ohh she is neat and clean and in place waiting! We'll be right with her in a while we are just waiting for this correspondence from Iraq to finish! " he replied "Oh, the war in Iraq, right. Is it that bad after all? I just hope the president gets our troops out before next year as he promised." she said trying to look as if she kept up with the events happening around the glob, which was not true. She never worried much about things outside her social, financial and of course sexual life. "I wouldn't worry about the troops if I were you" muttered Gus as he came back with their drinks Gus served them their drinks and sat opposite to Alan to watch the rest of the news. Kim new they didn't pay much attention to her right now so she enjoyed her drink hypnotized by the blaze that burned in the fireplace. As she peered through the fireproof glass that covered the front of the fireplace a shiny item caught her eye. She got curious so she stood up and closed in to the glass. Once she made out the diamond-decorated zipper of her pricey jeans, which was apparently all what was left of it, she quivered with fear and her knees almost gave away. Her trembling hands let the sheet around her fall on the floor. Instantly terror overtook her, making her lose her bladder control, common in such situations. Alan and Gus were absorbed in watch the TV when the noise Kim's glass crashing on the floor made them turn to Kim who was now standing still without the sheet. "What the f... what was that?" Alan cried as he was jolted by the sudden noise "Is that piss,... are you pissing?" said Gus as her too now stood surprised Kim was now squirting her urine through the dildo tip that connected to her urethra. She couldn't hold it in, once she had started she couldn't stop till she was done. She placed her hand on the tip but still the piss escaped around her fingers. Eventually she just grabbed the dildo and aimed the yellow stream of urine towards a flower-pot near the fireplace. It was difficult to make it work because unlike men she wasn't used to pissing that way, plus her hands shacked from panic. Kim couldn't let them find out she knew or they would grab her at that same moment. "Damn it Gus, what was in that drink?" she shouted in an authoritarian manner in order to cover her trembling voice. "What the hell do you mean? I didn't do nothing to your drink it was plain Martini as always." apologized Gus as he couldn't get his eyes from her as she stood there on her high-heels, legs spread, pissing in the pot. "Alan, I am really sorry for the mess I don't know what happened I just had a sudden urge to pee and I couldn't hold it! I will have it cleaned myself tomorrow, I assure you." she in turn apologized to Alan for wetting his expensive saloon. Alan himself had just like Gus focused on her waist and the strap on dildo that fired her piss. "Yeah Kim no prob..." he replied with calm voice Kim knew that her time was almost out, the news from Iraq wouldn't look that interesting after the show she involuntarily game them and surely they wouldn't delay their plans in favor of CNN news anymore. As her bladder emptied she turned around to make her escapade. She thought about making a run for the door but it was clear they would out run her easily. "Damn I am all covered in my own piss, I'll just have it cleaned up in a minute and I will be back to mop the floor in a sec." she excused herself as she hurriedly walked towards the other side of the living room to reach the stairs. As she walked fast dildo dildo swayed from side to side and her breasts bounced in the rhythm of her high- heels. Alan and Gus excited and spellbound by the fascinating scene, just stood there watching her as she passed in front of them. Kim had a few minutes if not seconds before they took action. As she climbed the staircase she tried to figure her way out. She went in the bathroom and turned a faucet on. The sound of running water would cover her moves for a while. As she stood there she calmed herself down and tried to think straight. She gingerly removed her pumps and she tiptoed her way to the room she had slept, to get her cell phone and call the cops. She would be arrested too, but she preferred that, to being tortured and killed by her former friends. She had little time to spent to trying releasing the 4 tight straps that kept the dildo in place so she left it on. As she entered the room she discovered that her stuff were gone. She frantically looked all around the room to locate the missing items, but it was clear they had taken them. "Now I'm literally screwed. I'm stranded in this place." she thought She stealthily walked back in the bathroom as panic begun to take over once more. As she locked the door behind her, she could hear one of the guys coming up. Alan reached the door and turned the handle only to find out the bathroom door was locked. "Kim are you in there? Is everything Ok?" he asked while he tapped the door. "Yyyeah, yeah... just give me a minute I almost done here. ...Wwwhhhy don't you go get started with Roxanne? I'll be downstairs in no time." she answered, her voice tinged with fear. "Just make it quick" he replied puzzled by her weird behavior As he climbed down the stairs Alan make rushing up on him holding the fire-poker in his had. "She knows!" he whispered to him as he presented the poker with the diamond zipper at its end. "What's that?" asked Gus obviously unable to understand "That's the zipper from her jeans man, It was among the ashes before the fireplace. She must have seen it earlier when she dropped her glass." he explained. "Are you sure man? I mean how she could ever spot such a small scorched thing covered in dust?" he said "The same way I did. It's very shiny you see. That explains why she pissed herself. There was nothing wrong with the drinks, you said it. Only a horrifying discovery such as this would make her wet her pants." Alan explained once more Gus got his point. "So where is she now?" he continued "She has locked herself in the bathroom, saying she is cleaning up." said Gus now convinced that she had lied. "Hey Kim, it's Alan are you sure everything is ok in there; you've been up here for 10 minutes." shouted Alan as her started tapping impatiently on the door. "I'm coming I'm coming!" she shouted while she pushed the small window open "She is stalling us, lets knock it down!" said Gus as he got into position "Listen Kim, we know that you know, and we are coming in." howled Alan as he made room for Gus to force the door open. As they begun their attempts to bring down the door, Kim went though the small window frame and stepped on the tiled roof of the house. The night breeze struck her nude body but that was the least of her worries as she tried to balance her feet on the sloping rooftop. She thought about jumping to the villas yard below but the 15ft jump would most likely cost her a broken leg so she had to find another way to get down. Finally she located a spot where she could attempt to descent to the ground. At the north corner of the roof a large pine-tree topped the house and some part of the roof was buried inside its branches. "I can move on those branches and then climb down the tree" she thought as she sat on the roof to put on her pumps on. She had taken them with her because that was the only with she had to protect the tender skin of her feet from the rough terrain of the countryside. As her bum came in contact with the cold tiles she couldn't help but let a low groan as the sock from the contact momentarily knocked her of breath. With her now protected feet she got hold of a branch and stepped on another extending right beneath her. As she slowly penetrated the tree's leafage she was glad she put on her uncomfortable pumps that nevertheless protected her sensitive soles. Unfortunately she couldn't do much about the hundredths of pine-needles that pinched her bare skin everywhere they touched her. Kim slowly moved along the branch while the needles got thicker till they were all over her. Despite that, she kept moving towards the trunk of the tree. Her protruding phallus kept being jerked by the passing leafage for some time now and its movement begun to give her clit a treat she didn't notice at first. She was almost in the middle of the tree when her body sent the first signals to her brain that her libido, despite the dreadful situation she was in, had begun to build up. She tried to ignore those signs since her primal instinct told her to consentrate on her escape. Or it didn't? Kim just like the other members of the group had spent the past years totally devoted to their projects. That chronic involvement in all sorts of sexual activities had brought about radical alternations to her body equanimity. While the primal instinct in a human was physical survival, for her it was maximum and continuous involvement in sexual activities. She had become an addict to her very own hormones that her organism released every time it received external stimulation. The tree was just outside Alan's yard right at on the border to the forest. Trying not to surrender herself to the oncoming hormone rush she fumbled blindly at the big trunk to find a way to get down. It was then when she heard Alan and Gus burst in the bathroom. She could see them peering through the open window for any sign of her. Hidden among the branches she was invisible to them, up until Gus got on the rooftop and begun to scout around the house. As he approached the tree she stood still and tried to suppress the urge to caress herself. Gus couldn't see much in such darkness. "Can you get me a flashlight Al, I think I found how she got down the roof" he shouted back at Alan who watched him from the bathroom window. "If she got down we have to do some ground search. She must be close. "said Alan He was thinking that a girl, naked and barefoot wouldn't be able to put much distance between her and the house in the five minute period it took them to break the door. Even if she wore them, how fast could a female ran wearing a pair of 2inch high-heels? "Not fast enough!" he thought aloud as he went to get the flashlights with Gus behind him. Kim decided to remain where she was. She figured the men would be scanning the premises for her and she stood better chances of not being discovered, up on the tree. At least for the moment. Besides she couldn't coordinate her moves to navigate the trunk to the ground. Her body was aroused and she no longer had much control over it. Even if she somehow managed to reach the ground without crashing, they would probably find her a few minutes later helpless and horny, begging them for some boner. She couldn't give them that satisfaction; but she could no longer stay up there as her orgasm got closer and closer, either. Gus waited for Alan downstairs walking around anxious to get the search underway. Alan came down the stairs laughing, holding the searchlights. "What could possibly be funny?" asked Gus seriously "Look what I found ..."he said picking up a small bronze key from his pocket "What's that?" asked Gus still furious about him laughing "It's the key for her dildo; she won't be able to get rid of it." The 2 men now chuckled together picturing Kim running in the woods with that dildo. It was something they had to see and the only way was to find her, so they jumped outside and got in the cars. They would begin their search pattern from the main road and move through the trees towards the house. She wouldn't head in the opposite direction that would get her deep inside one of the densest forests of the state. She could expect nothing but a slow death there, a quick one maybe if she encountered a predator. Kim heard the 2 vehicles leaving the area so she knew they where both gone. She had found some good leverage points and begun climbing down the tree, it was a 15feet descend but luckily the tree's trunk wasn't completely vertical. She spread her thighs apart and hugged the vast trunk with her hands to keep from falling back as she descended. Her pumps kept slipping but she was reluctant to remove them since the wood was covered in sharp barks wherever she stepped. Once again her position during her climb tested her sex and breasts as they rubbed against the wooden surface. Her nipples were already stiff, rising from her swollen breasts which she desperately felt the need to squeeze them. She just had to put up with it since her hands had to stay on the trunk to keep from falling. Lower, the 8inch long elastic dildo drugged on the tree as it was too long to try keeping it away from the wooden mass. Although she didn't have any feeling of it, its vibrations propagated through the rubber shaft straight in her intimate areas. For a moment she stopped climbing down and started rubbing her whole front against the tree pushing her herself up and down. She only managed to do it twice as her acing arms gave away and she fell onto the soil. To her disbelief she had climbed most of the way down and she had actually been just 2feet above the grass. As she dropped down she fell on her back her arms and legs limp and worn out, expanding in an X. Despite the rather chill night she was covered in sweat and glistened as some lamps from the house lightened her body. She was tired both from the physical and mental efforts. She went on all four and crawled to the base of the tree where she laid on her back. In more than 20 minutes and after her complete physical exhaustion she had only managed to move from the window of the house to the yard floor only 50feet away. Her mind told her to move on and expedite her escape but her aroused body commanded otherwise. The urge was so intense that each attempt move of her thighs made her moan in pleasure. She no longer could resist it and letting out a deep gasp, she spread her thighs and bent her knees bringing her pumps closer to her butt. The void feeling inside her grew bigger as she was close to climaxing. She had to finger her clit but the strapon denied any access to her slit. She reached behind to un-harness the dildo only to realize he didn't have the key for the lock. She pulled on the straps in a futile attempt to free herself from the foreign object that stood between her fingers and her vagina. She even tried to push her fingers around the base of the dildo but she failed. The instrument was designed as to resist such attempts to remove it by the wearer. The whole point was to torment the female user by denying her the ability to assist her coming. That way as the female orgasm approached she couldn't climax and come by probing and caressing her vagina and clit. Her only choice was to do so by manipulating the firmly attached on those areas, dildo, which was less effective at soothing and satisfying the female. That way she was kept on a constant pre-climaxing state much longer making a spectacle of herself and being humiliated during her continuous though hopeless, attempts to come. Kim knew the sadistic purpose of the specific sex toy but never in the past had she dared to keep the strapon in place once her climax was imminent. She always had the boys or Roxanne remove the straps (she was too ecstatic to take it off herself most of the times) thus exposing her genitals her or anyone else's caressing. "Oh, God come on you fuck..." she cried as she grabbed the penis and tried with all her might, to pull it away from her crotch. It was useless; the plastic cock would remain an extension of her body until she could find the key. She tried to stimulate her body by sucking and massaging her milky breasts but that only seemed to help her come. She was like a junky that couldn't get her shot, horny as hell, yet no evident way to masturbate. Her body temperature had risen despite the chill night, her face had blushed, her bosom and crotch swollen as the blood circulation in those areas increased. She was still on the verge of climaxing but she couldn't get past that point without direct stimulation. While she failed to pull the dildo away she found out that just like the rubbing against the leafage or the wooden tree trunk, the jerking of her cock gave her a small relief. She gave it another try, this time playing the pink phallus with both hands and again got some satisfaction, but it was nothing close to the stimulation she needed to settle her insides. She did it once more keeping pace with her heavy breath. It seemed to work as every stroke produced a feint stimulation of her clit and massaged her vagina. She spat some saliva at her hands to keep them lubed as she begun to work painstakingly, trying to get the best out of this. Each swing of the external cock of the strapon created vibrations that propagated into the vaginal phallus. As she pumped the shaft with her hands she begun to realize that what she did was in fact jerking off the same way men did. The phallic jerking off in order to satisfy one's sexual urges was a privilege that only men enjoyed. She could feel that every stroke of her palms brought her a little closer to her orgasm. She was lifting her curvy ass above the grass in an effort to intensify the effects while her heels buried in the soil to support her weight. 15 minutes into jerking off she was purring and groaning at every breath as her sore hands continued their task. "Come on bitch... ...come you fucking cunt,... come...mmm!" she cursed as she was about to climax. Suddenly she felt herself come. Her coming was the best sexual experience she ever had. As she kept pumping her dildo a creamy fluid was ejected from its head splashing 3 feet away. "Uuuooohhh...!" she exclaimed excited at the sight. She contracted her vaginal and bladder muscles once more and with a few more strokes of her hands another portion of her juice was fired this time landing a bit farther than the first one. "So this is how it feels to ejaculate! I don't blame them for being so proud about their dicks." she thought remembering how imposing the sight of a big dick ejaculating was to every girl. This was probably the closest a woman could ever get to feeling what it was like to have " the real thing", and apart from the composition of the ejaculate itself, her "ejaculation" lacked nothing compared to a real one. She, like most women, always felt submitted to men because apart from the lack of strength, females don't have the ability to assert themselves during sexual intercourse since they always are the ones to be "taken". Even when she used the phrase "you are fucked" on a man, she knew deep inside her that men "fucked" while women "got fucked". That was the main reason she had joined the group. She had joined for that few minutes during which she would have the control and the power as she penetrated another girl with her sex organ disguised as a male penis. Of course she always needed assistance by Alan or Gus because despite having a strap on cock she didn't the muscles of a man in order overpower another female by herself. But at watching her dildo's intense ejaculations, she was overtaken by a genuine physical pleasure at the same time as feeling the psychological sensation of domination. She yanked her dick again, pushing her vagina as much as she could, to get one last "ejaculation". She was surprised to see that she still ejected a respectful amount of juice that went almost feet away. "Maybe I have some more" she thought as she stroke again, but this time she was dry. Usually men achieved 1or 2 actual ejaculations during an intercourse, while she managed to get 3 full shots out of her and surely in case of multiple orgasms she could be ejaculating periodically. "Not bad Kim, not bad at all, girl !" she spoke out aloud "You sent your cum almost 4 feet away, much more than those bastards ever did!" she continued as she remembered a small contest Alan an Gus had during a project. They both had failed to ejaculate on the face of the captive girl that was only 3 feet away. As she thought of herself better at ejaculating than her former partners she begun to build some confidence as she had at last found something she surpassed them at. Her struggles to escape and the sexual tension that accompanied her all that time had rendered her incapable to stand on her feet. She needed to rest before she could run away. Slowly her dizziness disappeared and her view cleared. After her orgasm her organism had settled and her hormones dropped to normal, but so did her temperature as she begun to feel the cold wind blowing around her. She went into a fetus position and brought her knees up to her chest to minimize her exposure. As she leaned back to catch her breath she got the familiar signal from her bladder. It needed to empty. She remembered what had happened in the house an hour ago and see didn't like the idea of wetting herself again. She had to do it and she had to do it the boy's way. But her weak legs couldn't lift her so she spread her thighs once more. Using both hands she pointed the dick straight ahead of her to the same direction she had "ejaculated". She paused of a moment then released the contents of her bladder. At the same time a stream of hot liquid came rushing out the pink shaft witch guided by her hands send the glossing gold stream almost 4 feet away. Soon the rubber was warmed by the urine flowing inside sending shivers all over her cold skin. Within 15sec she was done and flipped the rubber dick a couple of times as she had seen men do to remove any remaining urine. The sight of her urine fountain had made her even more proud of the new addition to her anatomy. What used to be just a way to fulfill her desires had now become a statement of authority and confidence men, and now she, possessed. All these would mean nothing though, if she didn't make it through the night to relive her new experience. She had to move so she held on the tree and got herself on her feet. Her feet had almost regained their strength and she easily moved towards the villas front porch. Gus and Alan were out in search for her but they had left the lights on. Turning the doorknob she found out the door was unlocked too, and she walked in without wasting any time. She headed to Alan's bed room in search for anything that would fit her. She entered his wardrobe which was actually a whole room by itself. She looked in the hungers are Alan kept his trousers but they were too big for her. "You can't be picky, this isn't exactly the women's department, just get something that doesn't draw attention." she muttered as she went through some blue-jeans. "What is more casual than a pair of jeans" she thought as she picked one that seemed to be a little shorter than the rest. "Ok now where is my shirt?" she said as she threw a sweeping glance in the room. Her eyes stop on the 3 shelf that held a stack on t-shirts. She went for a white DKNY which had purple stripes running horizontally. She finally decided that since she would be wondering in the woods in a rather cold summer night, she would get a jean jacket that matched the trouser she had chosen. As she proceeded to wear the cloths starting with the pants she realized than she had a small problem. Her artificial hard on, unlike the real penis, didn't deflate after the orgasm. While this fact was welcome during her latest erotic play, it would draw unwanted attention on her. Even for men it was provocative to walk around with a constant hard on bulge on their pants. Of course the had a good reason for leaving the strapon in place, since she wanted to pass as a man to anyone who might pick her up once she reached the main road. She knew that in a night like this, in the wilderness of California, it wasn't safe for a girl to hitchhike and ask for help. Usually the only ones driving during the small hours were workers of the numerous lumber mills that run 24hours a day. But still the dildo measuring 8inches wouldn't pass for real as it was disproportionate to a man at her size. If she had some more time she might be able to look for a pair of scissors or a knife to cut a part of it way but time was luxury she didn't have. She then remembered Alan's and Gus's crotches when they wore their leather briefss during their sexual ventures in the basement. The tight briefs suspended their erect penises and nuts, and a round more discreet bulge formed under the briefs. It would be like wearing panties although the male briefs had extra room to accommodate the male genitals. It didn't take her long to find one inside Alan's drawers. She had already spent too much time in the house which increased her chances to get caught, so she expedited her dressing. As she slid the cotton underwear up to her hips she found out that the rubber penis was way to long and she had to curl it in order to fit. Still even after it was covered, it gave the impression that the owner was quite a stud. At least she hoped that her phenomenal manhood would daunt anyone who might question her gender. Next she donned the jeans that came easily up to her hips but took much effort to get them to rise to her waist. Her wide feminine pelvis stressed the trousers and made it difficult to even button up. As expected the tight fit around her hips contributed little in hiding the bump of the curled dildo. She had no trouble putting the t-shirt on which looked rather bulky on her slim torso but served well in giving the appearance of a flat chest. Finally she tried some of Alan's shoes but no matter what, they would just come off her feet at every step. She had to settle for her uncomfortable pumps that at least fitted well plus the extra inches that they added to her small frame made her look more masculine. Last but not least she needed some money, since they had stripped her of her purse, and took a quick look inside Alan's nightstand and the desk that stood near the window. She was delighted to find out that he kept almost $100,000 in the lower drawer at the desk. "Ohh, shit!" she cried out as she ran her hands over the money. "These are gonna help me disappear, start a new life!" she told herself as she begun filling a backpack she had found in the bedroom with the packets. She topped the bag with the money and dropped it over her shoulders. It was time for her to leave. She carefully arranged everything like she had found it and exited the house. She glanced at the wall clock as she run through the living room; it was quarter past eleven p.m. Just before closing the door she got a jockey from the hunger next to the exit. It would be ideal for hiding her long ponytail under it. She entered the woods avoiding the small muddy road. She had to move away from areas they might be searching while heading to the general direction of the main street. Hopefully she would be hours away before they found out she had come back to the house. A dark figure moved fast in the dark forest outside Los Angeles stumbling on the uneven ground. It was a small man dressed in large cloths carrying a satchel who panted as he pushed through the thick bushes that covered the floor of the pine forest. Under the moonless sky one could believe this was the case, but the truth was that he was even `he', he was a `she'. Kim had being moving as fast as her strength and her high heels allowed her for the past hour. She was wasted but kept going with what energy she had left. Sweating under her thick outfit, necessary to conceal her identity, she had begun to get horny during again. "That damn strapon" she thought as she knew that this was the source of her unintentional arousal. It had been an hour and a half since her masturbation under the tree. That kept her sexual hunger satisfied up to that point. But since the dildo was still in her crotch it kept stimulating her as she run in the woods. Despite being secure from any movement inside her briefs the hose in her vagina and urethra played tricks to her sex as her thighs moved around them while she ran. She just hoped that the main road wasn't much farther; otherwise she would have to make a stop and play her dick again. "How can men stand it. The external reproduction organs are very prone to all sorts of stimulations! " she wondered. She usually had to probe the inner walls of her vagina and her clitoris with her fingers in order to become aroused, whereas her mock external penis got her aroused simply by moving. The truth was that the pleasurable experience she had with it earlier played a role as it made her more receptive to the erotic invitations of her body. Just as she was about to stop and pull down her pants, she heard the noise of an approaching vehicle. "I made it, it the main road!" she thought as she kept running towards the noise. Soon the headlights of a bus appeared but it was clear she wouldn't be able to reach the road fast enough to get the drivers attention. When she finally ran up to the road she watched the read of large vehicle fade in the darkness. "Damn, it'll be hours before another one come by." she muttered as sat hidden by the tarmac. Not much time passed when another vehicle was heard in the distance. The truck lights appeared in the distance approaching at a moderate speed. "This is my chance." she said to herself after she saw it was neither Alan's nor Gus's car. She stuffed her hair under the jockey and tried to cover her high heels with her trouser legs. She lowered her hat a bit so that her feminine facial characteristics wouldn't be noticeable under the feint lights of the car. She set aside her current arousal and tried to act like a man she was supposed to be. She stood with her legs apart, and with a fake move she rearranged her non existent nuts in her trousers, actions that she believed would communicate her gender to the passengers of her vehicle as it shed its light on her. At her waving the truck pulled over next to her. The passenger window was rolled down revealing two men middle-aged men in the driver's cabin. From their looks they most likely were workers at a lumber mill heading for, or back from, their work. It wasn't exactly what she hoped for but they might be the only ones that would drive by for hours. "Good evening fella, isn't a bit late for strolling up here?" he noted as here looked the wilderness that surrounded them "Evening friend, it is actually he, he, but luckily you happened to pass by, I was getting to believe that I would freeze my nuts out here all night" Kim replied trying to make her voice sound masculine as she avoided eye contact with the man. "And you would have if we hadn't lost power at the lumber mill, we wouldn't have been heading home for another 6 hours" said the driver as he leaned over. "Come on hump in!" said the passenger as he opened his door and exited the cabin. Kim got in the small cabin and sat next to the driver as the other man followed her and closed the door. The cabin was rather crowded but at least she was getting away from Alan and Gus as the truck hit the road again. Her hips were in contact with both men on her sides but she didn't express her discomfort. The less she spoke, the less they would ask her and she would drop off at the first diner they would meet. "Well young fella, what were you doing up in the woods that late and without a car ask the driver as sped on a road he seemed to know well. "The fact is I had a car but got stuck in mud a few miles down the road while I tried to go through an of road trail. It's my hobby, bird sighting." she said presenting them with an excuse she had prepared earlier "Not much to photograph in the dark is there?" said the other man in disbelief as his grimaced not fully convinced by the young mans answer "Actually, I was up here all day I got a bit lost on my way back and got overtaken by night" said Kim as she tried to patch up. "Whatever..." said the driver"Was the trip at least worth it?" he continued Kim coughed trying to maintain a masculine voice. "Yeah, I got what I wanted" she answered showing the bag she had place on the cabin floor. As Ted instinctively glimpsed at Kim back pack, his eyes fixed on her crotch. "Damn he is big!" he thought as he forced his eyes away from the other man's crotch. Kim felt his surprise but didn't say anything. He was a man with big penis so what? Why should this compromise her disguise? "My name is Ron by the way." said the driver as he stretched his left hand to greed her "I'm K... Ken!" stammered Kim as she came close to blowing her cover and shook hands with the man. Ron left the soft tissue of Kim's small hand as he greeted her, which resembled none of the handshakes he used to give. "Real men are disappearing!" he thought as he found the other guys hand to smooth probably the resulting from a pedicure. "Manny men do it nowadays" he thought disappointed. Kim on the other hand felt the rough hand to the laborer as he clutched her palm with his. "Well Ken where are you headed?" decided to ask the man on her right. "Oh , I don't want to be a burden, would can just drop me off at a motel of a dinner, I will phone for a taxi from there." answered Kim She actually preferred the motel. Even though she wasn't moving anymore her orgasm had take its course before he even got to their truck. If she could find a motel to get a room she would be able of remove all her cloths in the privacy of her room and make her self come. "You are no burden man, but anyway there is a motel 20miles from here and it's on our way so we will drop you there" said Ted while he was now more and more interested in the somewhat weird overall appearance of their newly come guest. In the meantime Ron had begun talking about how feminine men behaved in modern societies, intrigued by the soft hand he had just touched. His aim was to start an argument with Ken over that fact. "So what the fuck is wrong with all you young boys? You try making those bitches like you in clubs and bars and for that purpose you have sacrificed your manhood for them." he said aloud as he directed his question to Ken. Kim wasn't paying much attention to his words, at that moment had problems of her own. The presence of those to men that sandwiched her body in the cabin had expedited her climaxing. Her excitement had become difficult to hide as she begun to get hot and sweaty, while her breath turned heavier. At the same time in the cabin's limited space the pheromones that her body produced had begun to have an effect on the two men. To them it looked like a spontaneous erection, as they both felt their dicks harden. In time they begun feeling aroused too, and the females pheromones triggered their sexual desire. "I'm not going to hold till we reach the motel that's for sure..." she thought as panic added to her arousal. If the climax hit her while she was with them not only would they find out that she wasn't a guy, but they would most likely gangbang her right away. She could sense their arousal and by their inflated crotches knew that she was one step away from buying ride on their cocks. Kim couldn't understand what was happening to her. During her sort trip in their truck she had gotten hotter and hotter, just like when she was at the tree. In the past, under the pressure of her current arousal, the prospect of being penetrated would have found her inviting, even if she was to be raped. But now that she had reached orgasm the way men did SHE wanted to be the one to use her shaft. From the moment she tasted the sensation of authority an ejaculating penis gave to her, she was determined that from then on she would "fuck" not "get fucked". "I asked you something man!" shouted Ron in Kim's saturated mind "Yes!" she replied her voice now sounding less masculine than before. It seemed to Ron that Ken was making fun of him, as he heard him answer in an almost squeaking voice. He didn't want to start a fight in the car with a stranger but Ken was going after it. Ted was feeling the mood wasn't good in the car and he asked Ron to pull over because he had to take a leak. That way they would breathe some fresh air, relax and calm the sudden excitement that had hit him the past 5 minutes. That interference of Ted was redeeming for Kim because besides the tension that was building between her and Ron, she also needed to pee. The two men got out first and after Ted Kim moved to get off the vehicle. As she stretched her legs to step on out of the door her pumps heel catch on the door frame and the shoe fell of her foot. As the pump tumbled down the road side it came to rest on Ron's foot as he finished taking a leak on some bushes. "What the fuck???" she exclaimed as he reached down and picked up the shiny black pump. He turned his eyes on Kim who now had frozen by the door aware that her cover was blown. "I am asking you something dude. What the fuck is this? Are you some type of cross-dresser?" he shouted as Ted came rushing to see what was wrong. Kim was speechless, she could tell them she was a cross dresser, a man who liked to dress in women cloths. That might work. "Yeah, I can be whatever I want, a cross-dresser or a fucking transsexual. That's none of your business!" she shouted back trying to sound authoritarian and masculine she could. Ted just stood watching whole dialogue. "You are sick; I bet you have stockings and a garter belt under those pants too. Yeeaak, I knew something was wrong the moment I shacked your pedicure." he grimaced in disgust as he threw the pump on Kim. "I might be sick to but that doesn't give you the right to assault me like that, if you have any problem get in your car and leave" Kim said in an effort to get rid of their presence as soon as possible. "You're damn right I am!" cried Ron as he went for the driver's seat Ted stopped them as he stepped into the argument. "It's a same that a weirdo like you was gifted with a cock as big as yours. I bet it is wasted penetrating the asses of your boyfriends" he said pointing at Ken's organ. "I can put it wherever I like!" replied Kim both aroused and worried by the turn of events. "Oh, come on Ted lets go, leave him in his misery" said Ron impatient to get to the strip club they were to visit. "Just a moment Ron" Ted said "Well would you be kind enough to show it to me Ken? I mean your cock. Since you are so proud of it as to put it under those tight jeans I don't think it will be a problem. Well?" Ted whispered to Kim in a suspicious tone. Kim's heart started pounding fast at the sound of his words. This talk about her penis aroused her even more, but on the other hand worried her that Ted suspected she wasn't a cross-dresser either. That question drew Ron's interest on the matter again. "Ted is right fucking psycho. I too want to see that cock of yours, although I'm afraid that you might already have had your only sign of manhood removed!" he said as he came back from the other of the truck. "In fact Ken , we are not going to leave until you provide proof that you still have your dick, are we Ron?" said Ted "Yeah we are not going anywhere until he shows us, nor is he of course" replied Ron Kim was trapped; they wouldn't let her in peace unless she showed them the dildo, which would pass for a real penis even under the poor lighting conditions of the moonless night. Then the need to pee came back to her as her bladder asphyxiated inside the tight jeans. That gave her an idea. She might not be able to present a real penis but she could prove its presence by demonstrating one of its functions. "Look, you bastards, I am not obliged to show you anything but I assure you I still possess a cock. And to prove it you can watch me take a leak." she said always careful to keep the voice pitch low. "Lets she!" said Ron as he stood by the car waiting for Ken. Kim reaches down and wore the pump that lied in front of her. She walked trying to swing her hips, as she was accustomed to, and went over to the bushes. With her back on them she unbuckled the button of her jeans and lowered them to get access to the briefs that covered the rubber phallus. As she pulled the briefs down with her thumps, the dildo sprang out under the elastic tension, extending to its full length. The jerk of the dildo sent once more stimulations in her vaginal area, but she was able to contain the burst to emotions it triggered. She just let out a feint moan that most like, the men didn't notice. She spread her legs to add to the authenticity of her act, with one hand on the dildo and the other holding her pants down released her urine. The tight seal on the urethra worked once more and the familiar golden liquid begun to run through the tip of the dildo. As the two men watched they were convinced that this spectacle of a man still had his dick. It was clear that he pee with one. But Ted was curious, he had to see that large organ, it was big. He hated to admit it, but that little man in front of him measured more inches than him and all of the porn stars he knew of. As Kim was enjoying the warmed up penis as she peed, she was confident that she had convinced her of her manhood and soon they would leave. Little did she notice of Ted who had came am on her jumped in front her. As he looked down at her crotch before she could react, she saw that he indeed had a big penis, way over 6inches. But something wasn't right about it. First it was pink, second it appeared to have bumps all around it. That's all he managed to see, as Kim, letting out a girlish scream, frantically hid the phallus back inside her briefs as in continued to pee wetting her pants with her bladder contents. She turned around and tried to make a run for the truck to get her bag but a strong hand immobilized her. "She is a chick!" shouted Ted "What? Are you serious?" asked Ron "Yes she is, she has a fake dick come look!" he said excited "Now I am not, I am a man " she cried in a desperate attempt to support her claim "Give me a hand!" shouted Ted as he pushed Kim on the ground and begun to tear off her cloths. As Ted pulled her pants down he brought her strapon to their full view. The phallus, now pointing towards the sky, continued to release the remainder of Kim's urine which came down on all three of them. Ron watching the female genitals on which the dildo was attached almost ejaculated. He jumped on her and tore her jacket and t-shirt away to reveal her bosom. He gazed at her breasts that bounced as she fruitlessly tried to get her hands free from their grasp as she groaned in protest. "Get the hell off me you assholes, get the fuck off me!!!" she screamed Within seconds they had her stripped fully stripped. "Holy shit, she has the body of a striper... ...look at those boobs man" shouted Ron as he looked down on Kim's nude body. "Well she striped for us for didn't she?!?!?" chuckled Ted as he got up. Kim now free from their hands stood up between them, trying to figure out what to do. She backed off on the car side as the 2 lustful pairs of eyes watched her. "Hey , baby relax! We just want to take you to for a ride " said Ron not trying to hide his evil smile as all three knew the ride would be on their growing hardons. "Go fuck yourselves you fucking rednecks or, I will!!" she threatened the two assailants pointing at her dildo. "You're gonna fuck us both? With that? Who are you? Wonder Woman?" chuckled Ted as they both burst in laughs She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She had just threatened to fuck them, whilst up until then she wasn't even able to rape other women without help. Her recent experience had filled her with much self-confidence over her ability to impose herself on others, which was in great contrast with the reality that she remained a woman thus physically inefficient to overpower most men. The strapon could only allow her to penetrate an incapacitated person but that was as far as her domination went. It was on no help now that she had to evade being penetrated herself by the two men. At the same time that unwilling demonstration of manhood and "balls" brought her mind back to her aroused body that kept asking for caressing. The 2 men could see that the bitch they had picked up that night was truly weird. They watched as she grabbed her dildo with both hands and begun massaging it. They had seen strapons before on TV, but that used them didn't masturbate like that while wearing them. She slowly slid across the car, rested her buttocks in the car's seat and begun to produce a low purr. They were puzzled at the sight of a woman that was jerking off on a strapon. Kim, now lying completely on the car seat, tried climax threw jerking her penis in all directions. The two rednecks that would probably rape her were pushed into her subconscious and nothing would distract her from her crotch. Ron and Ted would just sit and enjoy the live porn she gave them, had it not been for an incoming vehicle. They thought about jumping in the car and speeding of with her but the large SUV approached fast and braked right in front of them. Within seconds two men in ski masks jumped out of the SUV and grabbed the moaning girl from their car along with her torn cloths and her backpack. In less than a minute the SUV was speeding away in the opposite direction. Alan and Gus had been searching for over 2 hours for her. They stopped a few passing vehicles forcing their owners to let them search the car till they had finally came upon those who had helped Kim escape. Or at least try escape. In no time they had retrieved their missing partner and where now heading back to the villa with Kim lying helpless in the back seat. It was too late now to begin their torture routine, but they had found a way to put the time till the following night in good use. They planned on placing both their female ex-partner down in the basement together and record their interactions with the cameras that where installed in the room. "Man, those bitches have had us running all weekend." said Gus as her drove through the forest. "That one back here got close to escaping" Said Alan as her looked over his seat at the climaxing Kim. "Thankfully the whore cant go much long without getting a prick up her cunt! You saw those poor fellows that had picked her? She was ready to ride their cocks, few minute later and we would find her taking them both at one time!" said Gus "I think you aren't right Gus. It looks like our girl has developed new habits!" he said as he watched Kim playing her dildo. She was completely separated from reality and kept jerking off on the pink penis. He was amazed by her arousal that had rendered her completely helpless while they captured her. As she kept moaning he watched carefully to the moment that she would climax and come. Had she been a man who masturbated that long he would say he had serious ejaculation issues, but since females take much longer to become aroused he gave her some time. They had being driving for over 15 minutes and yet she hadn't reached an orgasm, thus Alan had returned to discussing the events with Gus. It took Kim 25minutes since she begun playing her cock at the redneck's truck to finally climax. Alan watched her tremble and scream as she achieved her first orgasm. Seconds earlier she had begun calling herself names exhorting herself to come till she finally did. Lying on the back seat, legs spread apart; she held her dildo upwards and, a few seconds after she had come, it begun to squirting her juices over the interior. "What the fuck?" shouted Alan "The cunt just ejaculated, it's unbelievable" Ted got only glimpses of her cum flying in the interior on his rearview mirror but it was clear that she was ejecting much greater volumes of cum than a man ever could Kim had entered a series of multiple orgasms and thus kept ejaculating in intervals of 1 minute Only now that she had partially recovered from her orgasmic crisis did she begun to realize she wasn't in the truck but in another car. Between her orgasms despite her blurry vision she made out the face of Alan, looking at her from the front seat. Then she knew that they had found her and was being brought back. She didn't panic nor scared. Instead she was rushed by a wave of anger and hatred for her captors, since she was convinced that her masculine orgasm made them feel like sexual midgets. Seeing that she had opened her eyes her spoke to her. "Good morning baby. Having morning hardness again?" he told her making fun of her constant pumping of her hard cock to induce one orgasm after another. "Fuck you!" she muttered and turned the tip of her dick in his face. She pushed her vaginal muscles hard and with the help of a swift stroke of her hands her cum and vaginal juices splashed on his face. This seemed to have the opposite effect that she intended, as he licked the dripping female semen from his lips. "Whose gonna fuck me? You...? You can't even jerk off properly bitch. Real men can ejaculate within a few seconds. You`ve been lying there playing that fake prick of yours for half an hour till you came. That's a major handicap if you really plan on going around fucking people." he continued reminding her that she still was bound to the slow sexual responses of the female body. "Anyway you really thought you could get away bimbo? Get away with my money too? I could have never let that happened cunt." added Alan. "Here we are!" said Gus as they had finally reached back to the house. "Home, sweet home. I'll get her inside, you park the car " said Alan as he got out. Kim orgasms had finished by then, and she opened her door and exited the vehicle. Running was pointless so she preferred to retain her dignity and not give them one more reason to drag her inside. Alan was kindled watching her walk with the hard dildo between her labia looking quite accustomed to the rubber mass that hung between her thighs. He sensed that by now she had become much attached to it, as it seemed to give her that ludicrous feeling of power. He was sure she wouldn't concur to its removal, so anything that could compromise her penis's integrity would provide them with new ways to humiliate and dominate her. "Nice obedient girl. Now let's get you to your chambers where your friend awaits for you impatiently all night" said Alan meaning their other ex-partner, Roxanne. "I'm going to make you pay asshole. This isn't over yet!" Kim talked back at him as she reluctantly walked towards the entrance with coming right behind her. They went inside the house and he led her in the basement where she would remain for the remainder of the night. The 2 men had arranged the following so that they wouldn't have to go to work, that way they would spent the whole Monday with their captives. They considered on taking the whole week off as a day and night the sexual Calvary was just beginning for hopeless Kim and Roxanne.