Vacation

Chapter 2

And, as it had turned out, it had been an inside job. The security guard and her boyfriend, one of the gang, had set it all up, including the “rapes”. The woman apparently wanted to act out some fantasies while making the score, and her girlfriend had apparently wanted in on the action.

Sam took Claudia by the hand and locked the cuffs around one slender wrist.

She and Dianne had talked about Morningside a lot over the years. As partners, they shared a lot, up to and including their individual s****l fantasies, and occasionally the same bed, though both were straight. For some reason, Morningside affected both of them very strongly, always cropping up whenever their talk turned to s*x. They’d often discussed what those two women had thought and felt while it was all going on.

Claudia could no longer meet Sam’s eyes. She looked down at the floor, over at Dianne. The third man in the room, whose name she still didn’t know, was helping her to her feet. She seemed unsteady. Sam drew Claudia closer, reaching around behind her to lock her other wrist in the handcuffs. His body felt lean and hard against hers.

“Gag ‘er, Rom,” Sam ordered. He stepped back, holding Claudia tightly by her shoulders.

There was the sound of tearing tape, and then Rom’s big hands laid a strip of it across her mouth, sealing her lips.

“Let’s get ‘em in the other room,” Sam said.

Claudia watched Dianne being led out ahead of her. Dianne’s walk was stumbling, partly due to the blindfold, no doubt, but the third man held her up tightly and hustled her along. Sam gripped Claudia by her long hair and smiled at her. “Struggle all you like,” he suggested. Not that it did any good. He half-dragged her into the bedroom Rom and Dianne had been sharing as she mouthed a muffled protest behind the gag at the painful grip he had.

The bedroom had been rearranged. All of the furniture, including the bed, which had been dismantled, was stacked against one wall. The mattress from the bed was on the floor, covered by a single sheet. As Claudia took this all in, Dianne’s captor threw her down onto it. She hit and bounced with a surprised little yelp. Claudia saw another man, who must be Jake, grab her by her dark hair and haul her up into a kneeling position.

“Ow!” Dianne protested. “What the hell…” she began, but was silenced by a hard slap from Jake. “Shut up, bitch.” Jake growled, pulling his belt off with his free hand. “Your mouth ain’t for talkin’ now.” He slipped the belt around Diane’s neck and drew it snug, like a leash. Dianne choked, twisted her neck around. “Please…” she said, “Don’t hurt me.”

In answer, Jake gave the belt a sharp yank, drawing a yelp from Dianne. “I SAID no TALKIN’, b***h,” he snarled. Still holding one end of the belt tightly, he unzipped his pants and drew out a long, thick c**k. He poked Dianne in the face with it. “Suck on this, b***h,” he ordered.

Sam turned Claudia away to face him. She met his eyes at first, but only for a moment before she had to look down and away. His hands, rough and hard, took her by the shoulders. “Strip ‘er, Rom,” he ordered. Claudia felt Rom tugging free the knotted strings that held her bikini. She heard Dianne’s rhythmic muffled grunts as Jake used her mouth. Then she was naked. Sam lifted her chin up with a finger and looked into her eyes intently. “Let’s blindfold this one too,” he said to Again the sound of tape being torn, and then Sam blanked out her sight.

She was thrown to the mattress as roughly as Dianne had been, facedown. Strong hands….not Rom’s, she knew the feel of those….lifted her hips up and first one knee and then another were thrust between her legs, parting them. A hard hand went between her legs and fingers probed roughly into her. She heard Sam chuckle as he found her already growing slick and ready. His hands clamped onto her hips and then she felt his c**k pushing into her slowly from behind. She heard herself moaning long and low through the tape gag and knew that she was losing the last control she had over herself.

The rest of the day, and the rest of the night, remained a hazy blur to Claudia. The four men used her roughly and thoroughly. She was f****d from behind, from in front. They came in her mouth, making her swallow after she first choked and spit it out by giving her ass a good going-over with a belt. At some point, she dimly remembered a belt being put around her neck and used to control her movements. Through it all she could hear muffled squeals and groans and grunts of effort, Dianne’s loud yelps as they beat her when she balked.

After a while, there were short breaks as the men left them alone. She could hear them in the kitchen, talking and laughing, the clink of beer bottles. Then one or more would come back, hard hands would be on her body, gripping, moving into the desired position, slapping none too gently at any resistance or reluctance. When they used Dianne, she could feel the almost violent movements through the mattress, could hear the noises of struggle, protest or pain from Dianne as one of the men used her. She remembered Rom f*****g her mouth (she could tell, she told herself, by the taste.) ramming himself halfway down her throat with powerful thrusts, and she came while he was doing that. That was the only time she distinctly recalled coming, though she probably had several times…she thought. Most of it was all jumbled and confused.

And then there was darkness.

***

Claudia awoke groggily, feeling battered and sore and thoroughly sated. The blindfold tape was gone and she could see sunlight filtering in through the thick curtains. She was lying on her back, still mother-naked. There was a belt around her neck, loosely, and while the handcuffs were still locked around one wrist, her hands were otherwise free. Feeling too weak to stand up just now, she rolled her head to look for Dianne. She was beside her on the mattress, face towards her, looking for all the world to be peacefully asleep. There was the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Claudia sat up. For a moment she felt dizzy, but it passed. She carefully peeled off the tape gag….when had they gagged her again?….freed the belt from her neck, and took a slow, deep breath. “Dianne,” she said, mouth dry, “Dianne, c’mon, wake up.”

Dianne’s eyes flew open, startled, and she sat up abruptly, looking around wide-eyed. Then she saw Claudia, and her face relaxed. She grinned wickedly. “Was it good for you, too?” she asked slyly.

Claudia threw herself down on her back with an explosive sigh. “My God!” she exhaled. “What were we DOING?”

“Almost everything.” Dianne smirked. “I thought more than once they were going to use my ass, but they didn’t. You?”

“No.” Claudia shook her head. “Maybe they thought it was too soon, it being the first date and all.” She’d never tried anal s*x. The very idea of it was repelling, and had struck her as odd, perverse, even repugnant. Then Dianne had tried it with Rom, and waxed rhapsodic over the experience to her: “It’s a whole new set of sensations!” she had concluded enthusiastically.

“But doesn’t it hurt?” Claudia had asked.

“Of course it does, the first time or two.” Dianne had responded. “But…oh, my!”

Since that particular conversation, Claudia had wondered what it would be like. Now the subject had a dark fascination for her. She shivered inwardly.

Dianne giggled nervously, then held out an arm. Handcuffs dangled from one wrist. “I think this is supposed to mean they’re not done with us yet,” she observed. “But where are they? Did we wear them all out?”

Claudia groaned. “I’m not sure I can take any more,” she said. “I’m sore everywhere and there’s a funny taste in my mouth. All I want right now is a long soak in a hot tub.”

“Same here.” Claudia nodded. “But let’s find the boys first?”

“And if they start to f**k us again?” Claudia asked, eyeing her dubiously.

“Then they can bloody well do it in the tub with us.” Dianne chuckled.

The two women got to their feet. Still unsteady, they supported each other. “That’s odd…” Dianne said as she opened a drawer.

“What is?”

“My clothes are gone,” Dianne replied. “Look.” She opened another drawer. It was also empty.

“You can wear some of mine,” Claudia shrugged. “Just no complaining about them being tight across your chest, okay?”

Dianne chuckled.

The men were nowhere to be found. The bungalow was quiet and still, empty except for them. When they went to the door to Claudia’s bedroom, they found it was locked.

“Those bastards!” Claudia gritted. Dianne laid a hand on her arm. “They just want to be sure we’re naked when they get back,” she said. “I guess this was the only way to do it short of locking us up in a cell.”

Claudia ran long, delicate fingers through her tangled hair. “I guess,” she nodded. “But even those two girls got a break after one night.”

“Think of it as sort of a compliment,” Dianne suggested. “They enjoyed it so much that they want more.”

Claudia looked at her. “And do you want more? I’m not sure I do.”

“Let’s just get in that huge bathtub,” Dianne replied. “I’m way too tired out to talk much right now.”

The bathroom sat between the two bedrooms. It was almost as large as either one, and the tub was a fiberglass monster nearly six feet square and about a foot and a half deep with jet-massagers, multiple showerheads and three bath taps so that in spite of its size it would fill fairly quickly. There were tiled walls on three sides. The fourth side had huge sliding-glass doors that faced the one exterior wall. Part of that exterior wall was built of glass blocks, letting in plenty of light while maintaining privacy.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Claudia exhaled as she lowered herself into the almost-but-not-quite-too-hot water. She slipped under up to her neck, her head resting on a built-in ledge apparently designed for that purpose. Beside her, Dianne did likewise. “Hope these don’t rust,” she chuckled, holding up her hand. The handcuffs dangled from her wrist, dripping water. “Wonder where they put the keys?”

“Probably locked in my room along with all our clothes.” Claudia replied, eyes closed.

“They didn’t even ask us, for crying out loud!”

“I don’t remember you doing a lot of serious protesting at the time,” Dianne pointed out. Claudia recalled Sam’s eyes and shivered.

“No, I didn’t,” she admitted. “But put that down to surprise and the heat of the moment. It’s another day now, and I’d kinda like to be asked.”

“Being asked would blow the whole fantasy,” Dianne pointed out. “At least they’re giving us the time to clean up and rest a bit.”

“Yeah, but where they?” Claudia asked, “And what are they doing? And who the hell are they, anyway?”

“Friends of Rom’s,” Dianne answered. “I told you he likes to ride his big-ass motorcycle on weekends. That’s how he knows them and how I got to meet them.”

“A motorcycle gang?”

“More like a club, really. I want you to know I picked those three guys out special.”

“And Rom’s okay with this?”

“Mmmmmmm,” Dianne sighed tiredly. “So long as it doesn’t become a regular thing. I think he’s kind of getting off on sharing me out.”

“He’s sharing both of us out,” Claudia observed.

Dianne stifled a giggle. “I’m getting off on it too,” she said.

“No kidding,” Claudia smiled faintly. “How long did they have you kneeling there before I got back?”

“Not all that long.” Dianne replied. “We sat around talking for a little while first. I wanted to make sure they knew the rules.”

“Rules?!” Claudia interjected. “What ‘rules’? I don’t remember any ‘rules’.”

Dianne broke out laughing. The laughs quickly curdled into choking sobs, though, and Claudia reached out to hold her partner close, making soothing sounds until Dianne calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” Dianne said at last, wiping the last few tears away with the back of her hand. “I just…I just realized how MUCH I’m going to miss you, partner.”

“It’s okay,” Claudia reassured her, kissing her forehead. Dianne’s body felt good in her arms, warm, soft and slickly wet. “But we talked about that.”

“I know,” Dianne nodded. “You have to follow your dream, be your own boss. I wouldn’t try to hold you back.”

“I’m going to miss you too, you know,” Claudia said, looking into Dianne’s big brown eyes. Dianne managed a weak smile. “I know,” She replied, nodding.

“You could come work with me,” Claudia urged gently, not for the first time.

“We’ve been over that, too,” Dianne answered. “That’s not for me, not really. I love being on the force.”

“So, here we are,” Claudia managed half of a shrug lying on her side in the water. “Again.”