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 AND THERE WERE TWO...

   HE has know her for several years, they had come together with a mutual
interest and many friends in common.  From the start they seemed meant for
each other.  They had very different professions, but fed off of common
values and the passion for helping people.  They have come to be known as
one, a happinstance acceptable to both, because they truly care.

   SHE met him several years ago.  They knew alot of the same people and
had a strong mutual interest.  They semed meant for each other from the
start.  They had many differences but were always able to work things out
based on mutual respect, common values and a shared passion for people. 
They were known as one--accepted as a pair...but she wanted more, even
though they both cared.  Its what made it work.

   I'm not sure she will ever find me...but she looks all the time.  She's
curious and wants more for herself and therefore for them both...it leads
them down many a fantasy lane.  Always exploring, always open...held right
with mutual boundaries and the strength of the word "NO".  They were
returning to their hotel after visiting friends one evening...

   --CHAPTER ONE-- On the way to the hotel...

   They were so kind to drive us back.  We were all spent from the
evening's activity.  My tank top was stretched and loose from the earlier
ceremonial disrobing...couldn't find my bottoms, but SHE lent me a pair of
her shorts...we didn't have to bother with any panties.  I was feeling
fatigued, but strangely ready for more...I should have only known of what.

   My man wanted to talk.  So when we passed a river on the way...and it
was close to the hotel...we chose to be let out and walked back toward the
hotel.  It was a sultry nite without much breeze...but the lite breeze off
the river was devine.  He began with showering me with sexy compliments on
how I turned him on by being with HER.  HE found her very attractive and
envied my connection with her.  Envied, but supported me fully.  They would
become good friends of ours, he continued.

   He playfully pulled at my tank top, reaching in the armhole to tweek my
swollen nipple.  Those sparks were beginning to regenerate down to my
private spot...I was still wet from my immertion with THEM.  We stopped to
hug and caress each other.  He had gotten hard again.  We couldn't wait
'til we got back to the hotel.  It was supposed to rain this evening, and
we love waking up to the sounds of rain and thunder.

   We were interupted by noises ahead of us, three young men walking slowly
toward us.  We didn't think much of that until we heard laughter to our
right, two more men and a tall woman walking down the path out of the
bushes.  We turned around to walk away from the growing "crowd", but there
were two more shadowy figures not fifty feet away, looked like a guy and a
girl standing together--strangely signaling to the other six.  As if to the
beat of some unheard drum, all eight walked slowly toward us.  Lightning
began to flash in the distance, followed in a few seconds by rolling
thunder.  It was like the worst scene from countless "b" movies of the 60's
and 70's.

   "This looks like trouble," my man said softly.  It was at times like
this I wish he were more like HIM, 6'4" and built solid.  SHE was lucky to
have him as a protector.  I was not as fortunate...he braced his 5'11"
frame toward the smallest of the lot, a well tanned construction worker
type dressed in jeans and a ragged tee shirt.  "We don't want any trouble,"
he asserted, "We are just on our way back to the hotel, there."

   The young tough answered in measured, low tones..."We don't want
trouble, either...just a turn or two with both of you.  You may even enjoy
it." He produced a wicked looking knife--the shine of the moon off the
blade made us freeze where we stood.  The tall girl approached from the
side.  She was exotic looking in the dim light--long dark hair, fair skin
that looked very pampered and eyes that glared forward, beautiful and
round. The glare was menacing and became more so as she put the back of her
hand to my cheek and ran it down my neck to the top of my chest.  I pulled
back from fear, which angered her.

   She quickly slapped my face, like flicking flys off a horses behind.  I
knew she meant business.  I froze, trying not to whimper.  She continued,
now fondling my breasts with both her hands thru the loose cotton tank top.
She seemed to know exactly what to do to turn me on in my fatigue. 
Gentle...slow...wetting her fingers, then sliding around behind me placing
her hands on my breasts from behind, under the tank top.  Wet fingertips on
my hardened nipples.  I was melting...but instinctfully resisted.  This did
not please her and she firmly twisted my nipples til I cried out in pain. I
got the message and went passive.  I slumped backward against her torso. 
She was firm and strong...but her hands went back to being gentle on my
breasts.  I resigned myself to her foreplay, fearing the worst as I looked
up at my man.  He was being held by two of our tormentors...forced to watch
my seduction by the exotic woman.

   Her hands moved downward onto my stomach, my flat, fit stomach.  I
involuntarily reacted by pushing my butt back into her, squirming a bit
under her touch as she discovered my pantiless private parts.  And
discovered their wetness.  She breathed heavily onto my neck as her fingers
began to probe.  The feeling was exquisite, but I couldn't let on.  I
suppressed the moan that wanted out from my throat.  I couldn't let on.

   Where was my man when I need him?  I turned to look at him.  He was now
grinning and laughing with his captors, his arms no longer held.  He caught
my eyes with his and nodded his uneasy endorsement of what was bound to
follow.  I couldn't believe my eyes, but was beginning to trust that
feeling between my legs.  I'd show him...some protector he was.  I let that
moan escape my lips as my "lover" continued her exploration.  She unzipped
my shorts...only part way, enough to loosen them so she could push them
down around my hips.  She grabbed to bottom of my tank top and pulled
slowly upward.  My breasts were now exposed for all to see.

   Seeing was not enough.

   Two of the men stepped forward, each taking one of my hard nipples into
their hungry mouths.  My torso was completely open to them and they gave me
a tongue bath on all my exposed parts.  As they came down across my
stomach...she pushed them back.  "You'll have to wait," she said.  Wait for
what, I thought...not really caring.  I knew I was in for an endurance
contest.  Their collective aggression vs.  my fatigued, but willing body.
She backed away as the two resumed their tactile exploration.

   The guys began to fondle me all over.  I knew I should be resisting, but
I didn't want to get hurt again.  Maybe all they wanted was this cheap, but
long, extended feel of my flesh.  I was wrong.  Two more of them
approached. Now eight hands were all over me like fire ants on an untreated
mound.  Their collective touch was gentle, though.  One guy seemed to take
particular delight in my left nipple.  He had discovered that it was bigger
than the right one and now very pronounced and marshmellowy soft.  His
tongue performed an endless dance around and over it.  It was his.

   The two women now approached.  They pronounced that I was ready for the
chamber.  My man's "captors" laughed a dirty laugh...my man suppressed what
looked like an evil, knowing smirk.  The lightening and thunder became
louder and closer.  The flashes so constant, they lit up the scene...the
two women looked menacing as they took me away from my four "handlers" and
led me off toward the bridge...we were actually going in the direction of
the hotel.  They put canvas bags over each of our heads--apparently the
location of the chamber was a dark secret.

   Their vehicle was apparently parked in the hotel lot, near as I could
tell.  When we got to it we all fit inside.  It must have been a good sized
van, but possibly a limo by the feel of the carpet and leather around us.
The rock music was loud.  They let me alone...I composed myself, pulling my
top down and my shorts up.  "She won't be needing those soon, anyway," I
heard someone say.  The thought kept me wet.

   --CHAPTER TWO-- The Chamber...

   We drove around for about 15 minutes.  I had no clue where we were
headed in this strange town.  My thoughts drifted back to the sexy bliss of
earlier this evening, making my wetness persist.  I new they could smell my
desires.  I was embarrased, but my cares and fears had begun to melt away.

   It began to rain and rain hard...the thunder was dominating the multiple
noises around us--a siren...a boat's blaring fog horn...a train speeding by
on our left and then behind as we turned right.  I wondered why they were
leaving me alone...I almost wanted their attentions back, all over my body.
I waited.

   I didn't have much longer to wait.  The vehicle stopped and we were
pulled out into the pouring rain.  My clothes were completely soaked and
the cooler breeze brought by the storm made my skin tingle all over.  I was
finally pulled in to a sheltered area...the chamber, I assumed.  It was
cool, but very dry, not unlike a wine cellar.  It had that musky, wine
cellar kind of a smell.  My arms were pulled in different directions,
upward, spreading me open like a butterfly.  My wrists were put into some
sort of restraints--tight, but made comfortable by a foam lining.  Their
hands moved to my feet.  My fears raced through me..I resisted, best as I
could being partially restrained.  My feet were quickly secured about
shoulder width apart.  It all happened so quickly and I still couldn't see
a thing.  I was afraid again...bondage was not for me.  I screamed, which
quickly brought a hand clasped tightly around my throat.  "You must learn
to enjoy your captivity...resistance means pain," offered a harsh male
voice.

   "Relax and enjoy," offered a sultry female voice.  "Cooperation brings
pleasure," a second feminine voice chimed in.  Then silence, ear spliting
SILENCE.  After a few moments I heard the rustling of clothing, the zipping
of zippers, the splat sound made by wet clothing being thrown down against
a hard tile floor...then silence again, deafening silence.  I tried to calm
myself, but my heavy breathing gave me away.

   My hood was removed and when my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw
that the "players" had changed.  I was now surrounded by five men, naked to
the waist--and five women wearing only loin cloth type bottoms and leather
vests, open...revealing some of the most awesome breasts I had ever
seen...my man was strangely absent.  I assumed he was being held away from
me and the chamber.

   My skin was chilled by the cool air and my wet clothing.  "Goose bumps,
look...I've never seen a body so covered with goose bumps," said the exotic
one, one of two players from the outside gang.  The other was the
construction looking guy.  I could see him better, now.  He was very
handsome, his jeans were very tight...and when he turned to make sure the
door was locked tight, I was treated to the sight of his great buns.  I
continued getting wet between my legs, and the goose bumps weren't about to
go away.

   "Maybe we can warm her up," said the apparent ringleader.  She motioned
for "Mr.  Great Buns" to approach me.  He slipped his knife out of his
pocket, opened it and made a six inch cut from my neckline downward.  His
fingers lingered on my chest.  He seemed amused by those cotton-picking
goose bumps.  He placed the flats of his palms over the tops of my
breast...making gentle circles, massaging me for a few moments.  Grabbing
at the two shoulder straps he easily ripped my tank top open.  Cutting the
straps allowed the top to fall freely to the floor...SPLAT!!!

   Even though I was so exposed before all the near naked strangers, my
comfort was returning...or was it resignation setting in?  One of the new
females was waved forward...she wasted no time in unzipping my shorts,
pushing them down over my hips.  He flipped her the knife and she cut them
free from around my hips.  The cold blade against my ass cheeks was boldly
exciting.  She must have noticed my response because she took her time,
slowly drawing a line with the dull side of the blade--down the crack of my
ass, to my inner thighs...slowly tracing a line down my left leg to the
ankle.  It took her nearly two minutes--it seemed like an hour.  Sitting on
the floor, now, she looked up and saw my wetness and smelled the odors of
lust.

   I looked down at her, between the "sights" formed by my two firm,
pulsing breasts.  My "target" was looking up at me with lust in her eyes.
The knife was tossed aside.  She continued her line with her tongue--up
from my right ankle, lingering at my knee, to the inner thigh area.  She
paused to open my lips with her fingers, exposing my delicate inner flesh
to her slick tongue.  I couldn't contain my lust any longer.  The telltale
moan was my helpless response to the sensual onslought.  It was like a
signal.

   ...a signal for all the other women to approach me.  They released me
from all the restraints...I didn't move accept for dropping my arms to my
sides in subserviance.  I could only gaze downward as I knew what was about
to transpire.  In a matter of seconds ten talented hands, fifty fingers
(all with well manicured nails--strange that I noticed that) and five
active tongues "attacked every inch of my flesh...EVERY INCH for the next
hour.  I was beginning to orgasm repeatedly, I lost count as they came in
waves.  I was probably cumming in waves as well.

   I was lost in a sea of nipples, breast flesh and their probing fingers.
They soon discovered how much nipple rubbing pleasured me and made me
responsive.  Rubbing became a constant treat, the ensuing sparks downward
to my privates my reward for enjoying their attention.  Two of them fought
over my left nipple--it was really getting a workout this evening.  Just as
I was beginning to lose myself within the sensation of the moment I was
reminded of the cruel reality of the situation.

   The ringleader clapped her hands, just as a loud crack of thunder
reminded me of the nasty weather outside.  I was walked over to what
appeared like a circular bed.  It was very soft.  I had forgotten my
fatigue, but my body welcomed the softness.

   The bed had a unique characteristic--it began to slowly rotate.  Its
rotation was apparently quided by their collective, pushing hands.  I
caught on to the game quickly.  All ten people surrounded me, alternately
boy-girl, boy-girl.  Each time the spinning stopped, whoever was between my
spread legs could enjoy my pleasure--whoever was between my spread arms
could drive me wild with their kisses, hands and tongues...from my chest
upward.  The bed was spun every five minutes for the next hour.

   I had been primed by the five women.  While I started by spreading
onlywide enough to "select" one each at my top and bottom...I soon was
conditioned to relax and spread wider and wider.  All too soon, the last
spin was called for.  I shocked them all by reversing my position.  I
knealt on my hands and knees, signaling all ten to join me on the bed. 
Five minutes stretched into the rest of the evening.  Somewhere during the
orgy of lust I fell asleep in the arms of that well tanned construction guy
with the great buns.  I was awakened by pounding on the door.

   The room was now well lit by the morning sun coming in from the
skylights.  I saw a set of clothes laid out for me on the bed.  They were
my own clothes from my suitcase--in the hotel...STRANGE, I thought.  As the
pounding continued, I bathed very quickly using a damp towel someone had
kindly left..  Dried-off even quicker!  It was almost dissappointing to be
putting clothes back on, especially my panties and bra!  But who knew who
was at the door.  I decided to button the blouse only half-way...I was
still feeling quite sexy.

   I opened the door to the bright sunlight.  It was my "protector" with a
couple of police officers.  My man hugged me and asked me if I was
alright--he noticed the change of clothes and asked me if they had harmed
me in any way.  Before I could answer, I looked at the officers.  The
sargeant in charge was "my construction looking guy".  We winked and
grinned mutual recognition--unseen by anyone else present.  When he said
that I would have to go downtown with him to be "interviewed", I quickly
agreed.  Little did I know what was to transpire.  But that's another
story.