Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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 met at the Police Station by their out of town friends... --CHAPTER ONE-- The police investigation began... On the ride downtown, my man was explaining how he was kept in the vehicle all nite in the rain...everytime he tried to move he was either hit or kicked...until he "learned" to lie silently. I soon discovered he was lying out loud when he mentioned that the exotic women stayed in the car two and took her pleasures with him. The asshole, he had set me up. Maybe our friends were in on it, too. I had to know more. So did the investigating officers...My man and I began to relate the evening's events. We began with our decision to walk back to the hotel... 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. I purposely left out any detail concerning the tight-bunned police sargeant. I talked at some length about the exotic ringleader. 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. ...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. 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. I talked freely of the escalation of the proceedings, my story attracting quite a crowd of investigators. Our friends arrived and gave me a quick encouraging hug. They expressed no sympathy, confirming their part in the "plot". I continued and the sounds of heavy breathing became clearly evident. The "kind sargeant" chose to clear the room to remove distraction. Little did I realize that my man and our friends merely adjourned to the adjacent room--able to watch and hear the proceedings through a two way mirror. I should have remembered from all the cop shows I've watched on TV. I continued, playing my role to the hilt for any microphones present. The two women now approached. They pronounced that I was ready for the chamber. My man's "captors" laughed a dirty laugh. 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. --CHAPTER TWO-- The investigation continues... I talked of our ride to the chamber, trying to recall relevant detail. 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. 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 The sargeant began to take liberties. My breathing quickened as he slid his hands over my bare thighs. I tried not to let my voice reflect the change...I wouldn't want any recorders to play my response back in court. He silently continued the "investigation", pushing my skirt up around my hips and removing my panties. It was then I realized the presence of the large mirror--it was undoubtedly two way. I decided to let the show continue. "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. My words must have evolked memories of my soft breasts and hard nipples. He stepped around behind me and slowly began to unbutton my silk blouse. He asked if I would feel more comfortable away from the table between us. My agreement gave him encouragement. He turned my chair to face the mirror, a fact unrecorded my any electronic means...but registering quickly between my legs. I was very aware of my growing wetness. My blouse was soon pushed off my shoulders and the bra straps pushed down my arms. He slid the bra cups downward to reveal my breasts. That action also resulted, in effect, in the imprisonment of my arms. My breasts were his. 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... 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. 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. He wet his fingers and excited my nipples to near orgasm as he continued his investigation. I slumped in the chair and spread my legs to give "all concerned" a great look at my now pantiless privates. I could no longer resist. I began to pleasure myself with both hands. ...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 reminded of the cruel reality of the situation. ...BOTH situations, last night AND the one I was currently immersed in. My body was now fully exposed to whatever voyeuristic group had assembled in the next room. I didn't care...my show continued. I spoke in general terms about the ciurcular bed, not wanting to reveal my weakening resolve to any court action. What a mixture of motivational messages I was giving myself. I wanted to get the bastards...yet I wanted to prolong and extend the lustful realities of "both situations". 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! ...who knew who was at the door. My lustful, insighting story had come full circle. I thanked the seargeant--FOR THE RECORD--for his response to the crime. I assured him that I would cooperate in any way possible in his investigation... --CHAPTER TWO-- COOPERATION with a little help from your friends... ...trying to cooperate fully, as promised, I leaned my head back "capturing" his now exposed hardness in the confines of my warm mouth. He could hardly keep his cool as he finished off the tape with the obligatory time, place and participating parties information. When he clicked the recorder off I finished him off, using his loosened shirt-tail to clean myself up a bit. Not knowing that I was very aware of our watching public, he told me to compose myself and dress quickly. He did the same. I shoved my panties and bra into my purse, buttoning my blouse only half-way. I was still feeling very sexy. Our friends offered to put us up the next few days as we awaited investigative word on our case. The sargeant kindly offered his protective help "outside the house", just in case the captors should return. His superior approved his offer and off we all went to our friends house...our new friend in his black and white. How official. Still not realizing that I had figured things out, they wanted to hear all about my "ordeal"--both last nite and at the police station. I gave only the most of superficial of explanations, fabricating facts to keep them unaware of my knowledge. She suggested a nice warm bath to soothe my stressed out body. I readily agreed, remembering our first time together. We arrived in their drive, the mood drastically different from just eighteen hours earlier. She and I went directly to the upstairs bath. I was the only one that knew of my arrangement with the police captain to visit the house late that afternoon. The plan was to snare the whole perpetrating lot...including my deceptive man. I played out my "act" perfectly. She ran the bath as we disrobed each other gently. She lingered at my nipples...wanting complete details of my captivity and the pleasuring by a crew of ten. She was fascinated by the round bed...all details she could not possibly have known without viewing my investigation--my suspicions were justified and confirmed by her questions. But I did not let on. I played out my hand. ...I reached up from my bath to fondle her exposed breasts. I still did enjoy the feel of their smooth softness. I was no fool. I enjoyed my wait for the captain. That bath took the best part of an hour. She suggested we dress casually for the afternoon. I, a denim jumpsuit unzipped to the waist...she, a cotton summery smock, wrapped around and tied at her waist. There was no need for underwear amoung friends. We walked downstairs arm in arm, the best of friends. He had fixed us margaritas, my well known favorite. We all went out to enjoy their patio and get some sunshine. The men took off their shirts suggesting that we all relax and contribute to our all-over tans. She was out of her smock in seconds--I played along by pushing my top down around my waist. We enjoyed the afternoon, the sunshine, easy conversation with friends and mostly the relaxed open-ness of our collective nudity and near nudity.... ...until THEY stepped out on to the deck. It was the police sargeant and his woman, the exotic one! I feigned shock. They tried to explain their ploy as well thought out, planned to peak my sexual arousal last nite. "That it did," I said, smiling to relax all concerned...knowing they were soon to get their due "reward". The captain's arrival was only an hour off...I knew I could expose this wicked crew. I decided to relax and enjoy whatever was to follow. THEY approached me quickly, standing me up and quickly and completing my unzipping. They helped me to step out of the jumpsuit and join everyone in their nudity. No goose bumps under the warmth of the afternoon sun...and they now knew what I liked. They surrounded me in a three way hug...I was the creme of this oreo cookie. He fondled my breasts and offered their pointy nipples to her soft breast flesh. It didn't take much nipple action to get her response. We laughed, jokingly calling this the condenced version of the chamber. I was again the center of attention, with soon ten hands, five tongues (you remember the rest) pleasuring my every exposed inch. What mixed feelings...the extreme pleasure of their attentions, AND the pleasure of knowing of their impending apprehension. The time grew near. We all jumped in to cool off in the pool. Every conceivable pairing occured and some three-way activity. I played out my part to the hilt (so to speak), enjoying every attention. Crime being what it was in the city, no one was alarmed by the distant sirens...getting closer by the second. I excused myself to refresh my drink. They did not see me grab my jumpsuit as I walked in to the house. I was ready to welcome the captain and his rightful squad of guys. I hastily dressed, properly zipping most of the way up. The sirens were turned off a few blocks away so they could enter the house quietly. I opened the door to greet the captain, giving him a quick appreciative hug--NOT a sexual one! But I did feel his hardness against my softness...the hug lingered--but not enough to alarm his cadre of officers. They surrounded the patio area from all corners of the backyard. Their mass apprehension went without a hitch...the officers seemed to enjoy the view. I stepped out onto the deck. My "friends" all cursed as they walked by, each allowed only a towel for cover. I pulled the towel from the sargeant, causing his fellow officers to erupt in laughter at his plight. The captain and I exchanged knowing, friendly supportive glances. Somehow I knew that OUR story would see another chapter or two...and that IS another story.