"I suspect you ladies have been yackin’ up a storm while I been out. So you can give that jawin’ a rest now. Who wants to play another game?"

Karen and I looked at each other and shook our heads. We knew it was better not to give him control by playing another game.

"Damnation, then. I guess I’ll have to keep myself amused."

He took some of the blankets from last night and laid them out.

"Let’s make things soft for this pretty lady." He meant me. " And we need a couple a sheets ‘cause this’ll get a might messy."

"Ellen, you honeybunch, stand right there."

He knelt in front of me as he had last night and put his hands on my hips. I tried to push him away, but he stopped me.

"Ellen, best you cross your arms for this part." I did what he said.

Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. "Karen, you look right here, ‘cause I tell you this is paradise. This is gonna be the finest sight you ever seen."

When his fingers started pushing down, I felt my heart hammering faster and faster in my chest under my crossed arms.

"No, please. Don’t do that," I was begging and whimpering.

He pulled the panties down so slowly that I thought I would faint. Suddenly I was screaming for help again though I didn’t expect to be any more successful than the day before. He had my panties down around my knees.

"I told you!" he shouted. "Now look here. That’s a prettier shade of russet than this year’s apples. Not much for curls, but I tell you ladies, there ain’t much shaved down here. This is just the natural shape of one beautiful red mound. Young and fine. You tell me that ain’t paradise right there!"

He stood up next to me, and then he gathered my hair in his fingers, as if he were doing a pony tail. I started to cry, but he ignored me.

"I love long hair. This is a beautiful red. Would they say auburn? I mean like in a beauty parlor, they would say this was auburn. A special color. No offense to you, Karen. Blond hair’s pretty too. Now you turn around. Let Karen see that cute little ass. I tell you ladies, I knew that was the cutest ass before I even seen it. You know how I knew? Cause I just had the finest squeeze of them cheeks. Not too hard. I mean, ripe. The way I like ‘em best."

I was sobbing hard now. First, in frustration because my shouts did not bring help, and then at the humiliation of being put on display.

"Now you can put your arms down. Settle yourself down there on the sheet and lie back on the pillow so we can get started."

I held my knees together as tight possible as I lay down, but I did as he said. When I was done, he was standing at my feet looking down at me.

"Mighty fine," he said. "Now just put your pretty little hands behind your head and I’ll take it from here. If you want to give Karen some play by play, you go right ahead. But don’t be too critical of my technique, cause you know you’re gonna like it better the second and third time."

He grabbed my ankles and began to pry my legs apart. I had no leverage and he was too strong. As soon as I tried to kick, he planted one knee between my calves and then swung his other knee up between my thighs. For the next few minutes I pushed and squeezed with my legs, but he was already kneeling in between. I couldn’t scramble away with my head and arms on the pillow.

Slowly, his hands came forward and stroked the insides of my thighs, from my knees upwards. I kept squirming and kicking but he had me wide open at that point.

"Now that was fun," he said. "A little tussle with a beautiful girl can be a lot of fun especially if you’re looking at paradise the whole time."

Without warning he just stood up and left me alone. Really, I thought he was going to rape me right there. I mean, it amounts to rape, anyway what he did, cause it was all by force and kidnapping and coercion.

But that’s when he started laying out blankets and a sheet for Karen.

"Karen, honey. We’re gonna have a look at your little twat, too. Now, don’t take anything that I said about Ellen to make you feel inferior. I’m sure I’m gonna like yours just as much as hers. Or leastways, I’m too much of a gentleman to say different."

He waited a minute, looking at Karen and then he gestured to the sheet.

"Well, darling. I just gave you an invitation. I was thinking it’d be mighty fine if you wriggled out of your shorts and underwear so you could spread ‘um for me."

"Tell him, no," I said.

Karen looked at me in surprise, and then at him.

"I don’t want to."

"You don’t want to?" He seemed genuinely surprised and a bit hurt. "Well, that’s jus’ fine then. I jus’ have to conclude that Ellen’s twat is prettier ‘n yours."

Looking angry for the first time, he sat down on a pile of blankets and sulked for a while.

Karen was still standing in the middle of the room. I was lying on the sheet, my head on the pillow, my hands behind my head, with my legs tightly pressed together. Nobody talked, kinda like we had reached a dead end.

"Will you please let us go home?" Karen ventured softly.

"Damnation. I asked you girls if you wanted to play a game and you both said no. I wish Jenny was here. She was obviously so much smarter’n you two. You play a game and the winner gets to go home. Jenny played the last game and she won. Now she’s home, probably eatin’ ice cream and having a pedicure. Or whatever you ladies like to do."

Karen looked at me and shook her head as if to say "don’t believe him."

"You weren’t gone long enough," Karen told him. "You couldn’t have driven to Iowa City and back in that time. For all we know you killed her and dumped her body somewhere."

I was thinking about the same as Karen, but it hit me really hard to hear the words out loud. I was afraid that he would rape us and then kill us. It made more sense than letting us go –- except that we were convinced we could not recognize his face or his car. Anyway, Karen said it, and he looked really angry, and so we both kept quiet for a while.

Then he scooted over next to me again, kneeling near my right hip. He began to stroke my thighs again as he had during our "little tussle." It was too much for me, and I began to cry again. I mean really cry like a baby. He didn’t like it.

"Well, if your gonna lie there bawlin’ , then I’m gonna go get us something to eat."

He just stood up and walked out of the house. We heard the car start and drive away, and there we were. Karen standing and me lying half naked. Since I hadn’t eaten in more than twenty-four hours, the idea of food also sounded pretty good.

"Can you move?" she asked me.

"No," I answered between sobs. "Don’t you think I would get dressed and escape if I could move?"

"I was hoping that you were just waiting to make sure he was gone."

Well, Karen and I talked again, but we got no better ideas on how to escape. She told me how afraid she was, and she said that she was a virgin. I tried to be sympathetic, but I was the one he had been feeling up ever since he kidnapped us, and I was the one he had nearly raped just then. At that point, Karen still had all her clothes on.

We talked about Jenny, too, and whether we thought he had let her go home. It was hard to say. He seemed so excited about his "game" and the fact that Jenny had been the winner. You could almost believe him. But we had no way to know.

"Richard," I said "I have a little problem. I can’t eat if I’m lying here with my arms behind my head."

Maybe I was a little sarcastic, but he seemed not to notice.

"Well, then, get up and eat if you want. The Lord gave you two hands. Use them for whatever you want."

As soon as he said that, I could move.

At least he was in a cheerful mood now. I don’t know if he had forgotten the remark about him "killing Jenny" but he seemed to have pushed it out of his mind. I took advantage of the situation to retrieve my underwear and shorts and put them back on again. By that time, I was hungry enough and my stomach had settled enough that I actually ate half of a Quarterpounder.

"So, Ellen. I was wondering if you have a boyfriend."

When he asked that question, I lost my appetite again.

"You might think that’s just an idle question," he went on. "But it’s not at all. You see, while I was out gettin’ us some grub, I couldn’t help but think of that redheaded bush of yours. All the nice things I said about it were sincere, by the way, so help me. And I was thinking, is there some fine gentlemen somewhere, maybe back in Iowa City, with whom I have the honor of sharing that twat. Talk about having something in common. So naturally, I was wondering what this gentlemen might be like."

Obviously, I was speechless at all of this. And I was happy to have my clothes on again.

"Do you think it was just an idle question?" he pressed.

"I’d rather not talk about it," I answered.

"What about you, Karen? Even if you won’t let me see your twat, I’d still be interested to know if you have a boyfriend."

"I don’t want to talk about it either."

Karen was sitting on the floor, almost with her back to him.

"Karen, honeybunch, even though I ain’t seen your twat, I have seen the tips of those fine titties of yours. And you are sure right that they don’t need a bra. Stand up like you was before"

She did, of course.

"Now close your eyes honeybunch, and you think about something sexy. Something that really turns you on. Just forget about me and this sourpuss crybaby over here, and just imagine that you’re back home by yourself."

Her shoulders seemed to relax and the tension in her posture disappeared. I think she really had forgotten about us.

He stood right next to her and began to circle one finger lightly around her right breast. You could barely see the fabric of her tee shirt move, his touch was so light; but after a minute her nipple began to poke out just a bit. Then he started on her left breast. He didn’t go right for the nipple, but worked big circles around the breast first –- like I wish my boyfriend would do, frankly. Then, when that nipple was just starting to show, he started to scratch lightly on the nipple through the fabric with his fingernail. Karen liked it. You could see this smile on her face.

"Karen, stop him!" I said. "Don’t let him do this to you."

But she didn’t seem to hear me at all and he kept at it. By now both nipples were out far enough for him to squeeze them between his fingers and thumb and draw them out even further. He cupped one breast while he squeezed the nipple on the other, and then he would switch.

"Hot damn, Ellen," he said to me. "Will you look at that? Karen gets to enjoy having her tits squeezed, and you’re just sit there bawlin’ and acting like a sourpuss. This lady knows how to live."

He reached for the hem of her tee shirt and began to pull it up. I could see her breasts for a moment, but the whole thing was too awkward with her arms hanging down, and so he stopped. He moved behind her and then slipped both of his hands under her shirt and continued what he doing before, except she liked it a lot more. By the time he started kissing and nibbling on her ear, I could hear little moans coming from her, and then her breathing became shallow. If you didn’t know we had both been kidnapped, you’d think you were looking at one great make out session.

"Ellen, what about you," he said. "Should I do you now?"

Horrified, I shook my head. He shrugged and went back to what he was doing and he obviously enjoyed it too. I watched him move one hand so that he lightly circled her tummy, and then, when she began to move her rear end against him, his hand dropped and opened the snap on her shorts. Now he moved lower and lower each time he made the circle until each stroke was going deep down the front of her panties.

Then, on one stroke she moaned loudly and his hand just stayed way down the front of her pants, and he started squeezing up into her pussy or maybe right on her clit. Whichever it was, he had the rhythm of her hips now and he rode with it until she was moaning and panting and pushing her bottom right into him on every stroke. Then she came. I mean you could tell: the way her whole body stiffened while he kept moving his hands down her pants and on her nipple; and then it almost seemed she would collapse in his arms.

"Whoa, Karen," he said. "Listen to me. Stand up, girl."

Her knees straightened out as though she were coming out of a trance. Her left hand reached up to join his over her breast, and her right hand covered his over her crotch.

"Can you stand up, honeybunch?" he asked.

"Yes, yes," she whispered or half moaned, I don’t know which.

By the time she opened her eyes, he had his hands just on her hips, making sure she didn’t fall over.

"You go sit down if you want, love."

He sounded genuinely concerned for her, and I’m glad I didn’t have to watch her faint and fall over.

She sat down on a pile of folded blankets still in something of a daze. Her face was flushed so red that you could no longer make out the hundred freckles on her pale white skin. I have to admit some relief that he seemed to be ignoring me.

"Karen, love, are you ready for another round?"

Still too dazed to answer, her eyes followed him with a puzzled look as he stepped over to where she was sitting. He took hold of the bottom of her tee shirt again.

"Here, love, let’s give those sweet titties the attention they deserve this time."

I swear she was actually raising her arms and she was going to help him take it off if I hadn’t shouted at her.

"Karen, don’t let him do that to you!"

"Now, you just shut up, sourpuss," he said to me.

He gave me a mean look that might have shut me up even without whatever control he had over us. And the lovey-dovey tone he had taken with Karen changed too.

"Help me take off the tee shirt," he ordered her. She did it. "And now the rest."

In one or two pulls, with her help, her shorts and panties slipped down past her ankles and he had her naked.

"Now lie down. Put your rump up over this pillow."

Karen scrambled to obey. She was lying on her back and her long slender legs sloped down from the pillow. Her chest and shoulders were covered with a thousand freckles. She tried to get him to stop.

"Please, no. Don’t hurt me." She was pleading with him and really scared now.

"Hurt you? That’s all you can say after what I just did? You liked it. You were wet and hot and you were pushing your ass right into my dick, and don’t tell me different."

He bent over her and caressed her hips; and she tried to wriggle away while still lying down, but it was an impossible thing to do while staying over the pillow.

"Be still," he said, finally. "Now open those milky white thighs just a bit."

"Please, no," she said again. Her legs were spreading and revealing the delicate blond hair that covered her lips. I don’t think she really wanted to do it.

She closed her eyes and grimaced as his hand slid up her thigh and then hovered over the crack of her ass and pussy. Then he held up the index finger on one hand as if he were making an important demonstration. He stroked that finger from the bottom join of her lips straight up to her clit. Real slow. Karen shivered involuntarily when he reached that sensitive spot, and he smiled triumphantly.

"Here, smell this," he said, walking over to me and smearing Karen’s cunt juice on my face. "She can’t tell you that I hurt her. She’s a damn liar."

Then, positioning himself over her ass and ready to dip inside her again, he taunted her.

"Let’s give you a nice whiff. A nice deep pussy load."

But this time, as his hand moved between the lips of her pussy, he stopped and looked puzzled for a moment. Then, he smeared his hand across her face.

"Karen, you tell me if you didn’t come?"

She was silent.

"I knew it," he said. "So don’t go telling Ellen here that I hurt you. Ellen, you stay here with her."

He stormed out of the house. We don’t think he drove off because we didn’t hear the car.

Karen waited until he seemed to have walked some distance away, then she said, "Now he knows that I’m a virgin. He touched me in there. He knows. Holy shit."

Finally, we heard his work shoes on the wooden steps and he came back into the house.

"Richard, Karen really needs to take a pee. And I could use one too."

"Well, you can’t expect me to do that for you. Go ahead, but just come right back to this room when you're done."

He picked up Karen’s tee shirt, shorts and underwear and headed upstairs.

"Please," Karen asked. "Let me have my clothes."

"You sure don’t need them to pee. I know girls’ anatomy is different, but it ain’t that different."

"You might want to make yourselves comfortable," he said. "I wanna watch the news."

Since there was no furniture at all, we made stacks of blankets and sat down to watch. Since all her clothes were gone, Karen wrapped one of the blankets around her shoulders and covered herself pretty well. Watching the TV was like magic for a moment, telling us that the world was still out there, waiting for us and perhaps actively looking for us.

Sure enough, the lead story on the local news was the surprise recovery of Jenny Roussel who had been kidnapped with two other young women in Iowa City. While the police seemed to have few clues about her abductor, they said there were special circumstances of the case that made them hopeful the other two girls would be released as well.

Richard clicked off the TV and then slapped his thigh. He was ecstatic.

"I told you that Jenny was the smart one. She won the game, and she’s home eating ice cream and having her nails done. And you too ladies are still here, and you won’t even let me talk you into playing another round."

"You mean, if we undress you’ll let us go? But you already took Karen’s clothes. You should let her go."

"No," he said emphatically. "Them was not the rules. In fact, there were no rules because we never had another game, if you’ll recall. The way I remember it, all we had was your bawlin’ and whimperin’. But if you girls ask me politely, then we can have another game tonight. Only tonight’s game could have two winners, and if you’re both as smart as my girl Jenny, then you’ll both go home tomorrow. What do you say?"

"Let’s do it," I said with more enthusiasm that I should have.

You have to understand that seeing Jenny on TV made a big impression on us.

"OK," he said "Here’s the game for tonight. This one is different from last night and we need some stuff."

From the Wal-Mart bag he pulled out a carton of eggs. Then a tube of K-Y gel and what looked like a strange, red plastic egg with a T-shaped stem. He also pulled out a pair of handcuffs, the heavy kind like the police use. We knew this game would be a lot worse than the last one.

"OK, we play this game for two hours. It’s seven o’clock now so we play until nine. Now, Ellen, you get these two eggs."

I took one in each hand and waited for his instructions.

"Good. Now if you don’t let go of those eggs or break them, then you are a winner and you get to go home tomorrow. Simple? I mean it’s like the instructions were written on the heel if you get my drift."

"And Karen, two eggs for you."

Karen was holding the blanket around her with both hands, so it took a minute for her to wrap it, precariously, like a bath towel, and then take the eggs.

"And what about that stuff?" Karen asked, pointing to the strange red plastic egg and the tube of jelly.

"Well, obviously, you don’t get to use that stuff because you’re holding the eggs. Remember, don’t let go of the eggs and don’t break them."

We understood that much, but we still hadn’t figured out the game.

Suddenly, Richard reached over to Karen and pulled the blanket from her. The small tuck under her arm came loose at once and she was naked again.

"You see," he said. "This game has lot’s of potential."

Instinctively, Karen curled up into a squat with her thighs together against her chest. She covered herself as best she could with her arms while still holding the eggs.

"Well, love. You’re just as beautiful as I remember you from this afternoon."

Gently, he wrapped his arms around her and toppled her from the squat. Now she was lying on her side in a fetal position, her breasts well covered but her pussy lips protruding shamefully. He spoke softly into her ear:

"Now, love, think back to this afternoon. Think about your wet pussy and your pointy little titties. Can you remember how good it felt to come?"

His hands moved down her flanks and thighs and calves all scrunched together. His touch was light and caressing as this afternoon; but now Karen was scared, and she had not blotted out the real scene from her mind as he made her do before. She tried to remain balled up, but he began to kiss her arms and her back and work his way down to her hips. He really shocked her when he gave her ass a little nip with his teeth.

Like a shot, she extended her legs and tried to rolled away from him, but it took him only an instant to plant himself between her thighs as he had done to me.

"Think about your wet pussy."

She clutched the two eggs to her chest as he slipped his face over her mound and breathed directly into the light pubic hair.

"No!" she shouted.

She wiggled and squirmed but he now had one arm wrapped around each of her thighs and his mouth positioned against her pussy. At first, she could feel only his breath, and then the lightest touches of his tongue on her thighs near her pussy. A few tiny licks on the left and then on the right side. His strong hands massaged her hips and roamed over her tummy well above her clit.

She was still fighting, I could see, as she bit her lip and tried to push him away with her elbows, but he was locked on with his head between her thighs; and she couldn’t really push because she seemed determined to hold the eggs. Then she seemed to settle a little, like she adjusted to him touching her, and his arms went up over her body. He loosened his grip on her hips, but he was giving her more pleasure too. Her breasts seemed to remember everything that had happened this afternoon, and her tiny nipples were really pointed.

Now his hands reached up to her shoulders and pushed her arms aside so he could dart his head upwards and suck her nipples. His movements were quick and hungry, and she moaned. Somehow he was giving her pleasure. Just when her moans had reached a higher pitch, he ducked between her legs again. This time he licked the tip of his tongue on her outer lips in long slow strokes until the flesh of her inner lips came out too. Then he took all of her sex in his mouth.

I could no longer see what he was doing, but I guessed that he found her clit and it was ready for him, because now she was raising her hips from the floor and thrusting herself against his mouth. I wouldn’t have believed it, but he had already made her come before.

"Oh...oh…oh! Please stop. Oh…Oh! Please stop."

To my amazement, he did stop.

"Don’t go ‘way, love."

His mouth pulled away from her pussy and he released her thighs from their tight hold. He gave a few more gentle caresses to her inner thighs and tummy and then he pulled back entirely. He left her panting furiously, and her sex was entirely open. She was ready to come, lying there with her thighs open and her knees slightly bent. If he had been her boyfriend instead of a rapist, she would have done it right then.

When he turned to me, most of his face was wet with her juice. I was so scared I can’t tell you.

"Are you ready for your turn, Ellen? I’m sure that beautiful redhead twat of yours can rev up just like Karen here. That’s one beautiful bush out front, and I’m sure you can guide me through."

I pulled myself into a ball just as Karen had done, but I had two advantages, I thought. First, I was fully clothed and second, my body would not betray me as hers did because he had not brought me to orgasm that afternoon.

"Karen," he said, although I’m not sure she could focus well enough to hear or reply yet. "Karen, I was hoping you would give Ellen here some kind of testimonial about how much you liked me going down on you. Something convincing so Ellen could hold onto to her eggs and her dignity and still let me into Paradise where I have wanted to go so badly for the last 24 hours. Will you put in a good word for me?"

Karen moaned once more.

"Well, Ellen, what more can the girl say? She liked it jus’ fine. I mean, your from Iowa and not Missouri and I already showed you. So what do you say?"

He took that odd-shaped egg and smothered it with jelly from the tube.

"This here, little lady, is an old fashioned butt plug, and you’re gonna be wearing it all snug and proper in just a few minutes."

He grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him forcing me onto my stomach at the same time. I twisted away and tried to keep the eggs over my head. In another second, his chest and shoulders pressed me to the floor and I was totally pinned. There was no where near enough strength in my legs to get up from under him like this.

Then he started squeezing my rear end and I could feel his finger moving to my butt hole.

"Please," I said. "I’ll let you eat me just like Karen. Please don’t touch me there."

"You sure are a Doubting Thomas," he said. "Unless you have felt my tongue in your own hole, you still won’t believe."

He chuckled at his own joke. He was just being cruel to me.

I screamed as his finger, covered with jelly, pushed past my anus and into my rectum. Then he let me up and I scrambled away a few feet, but I realized he had just stopped to get more gel on his hand. He was on top of me again in an instant, and this time he held me down while his finger went in real slow.

"You thinking about going home tomorrow? You think you’re gonna win the game?" he asked me. "It’s not even eight o’clock yet. A lot could happen in an hour, you know."

At some point he had shifted his weight to straddle my thighs, and now he had both hands free for the tube of jelly and my butt hole. He was taking his time, putting in his finger with a little more gel each time and moving it in and out. I still couldn’t get away.

"You feel how it slides, honeybunch? We gotta get you ready for the butt plug. I’m gonna give you one of my patented E-Z Glide ass holes in just a few minutes. You’re real tight, that’s a fact; but I expected no less from the first time I squeezed these lovely round asscheeks."

I screamed again at a new, sharper pain.

"That’s two fingers now, honeybunch. We might try three before we do the butt plug, but a gentleman always gives his lady two. And don’t let some inconsiderate bastard tell you different. Two fingers and lots of lube. That’s the secret to E-Z Glide."

I don’t how many times he pushed in those two fingers before he let me up. Sometimes he would go straight in. Other times he would play around the anus until my cheeks scrunched together before he gave the last shove. By the time he had me lubed up, he could shove in both of his thumbs and squeeze both my cheeks with his hands at the same time.

"Yessiree, Ellen, you’ve got fine asscheeks. Every tweak is a delight. You’re almost there girl."

He gave me one hard slap across my ass when he let me up.

"Don’t go ‘way, girl," he said.

Then he turned his attention to Karen.

She had seen what he did to me and she was naturally scared. She had covered herself with a blanket again and seemed to shiver with fright.

"Of course not," he exclaimed. "Why Ellen here got a little ass poke ‘cause she turned down a perfectly good muff dive. You and me can just pick up where we left off. Do you remember that part? You were about to come in glorious Technicolor. We can pick up right there."

"No, please. I don’t want you to do that to me either. It’s not right. Please don’t touch me anymore."

"Now, Karen, you say that, but I know it’s against your better judgment. Think back to what it was like with a loving tongue in that pussy. You think about that for a few minutes."

He was "hypnotizing" her again. I swear it. He took the blanket away from her and she fought him for it, but her heart wasn’t in it. Then he started pulling her ankles to him and spreading her legs apart. At first she wriggled and tried to move away, but after a few minutes she had settled like she was when he almost made her come before. He wasn’t even touching her now, but she had her head on the pillow, her thighs wide open and her knees bent. It was like she was begging for it.

"You still don’t want me to touch you?" he asked. "Just keep those eggs above your head and think about how wet you are."

He was sitting down on the floor near her and his right hand kept moving up and down length of her leg, sometimes caressing the back of her calf, sometimes the inner thigh near her pussy. Sometimes he tickled her in the soft flesh behind her knee, and then I could see a sharp jerk of her hips. She would wriggle, but she was not really trying to get away.

It was about eight thirty and I really thought I would make it to nine o’clock with my eggs – especially if he kept making lovey-dovey with Karen.

I nearly lost it though, when he started to get undressed. That’s when I knew for sure that he was going to rape Karen and I expected I would be next. It was terrible to watch, like rape in slow motion. Her took off his shirt and then sucked on her tits for a few minutes until the nipples, which started out a tiny and a pale pink, were pointed and almost red.

Then he took off his jeans and shorts. His erection was already up and probably had been for a long time. He lay down beside Karen and then turned her until she was laying on her left side and facing away from him. I could tell by the way his hips moved, and the way that Karen moaned, that he had begun to move his cock up and down the length of her pussy. She was still telling him not to touch her but it was hard to believe she meant it. They were both facing me now, and I could see that she was squeezing his cock with her thighs each time it passed through, and she shivered if the stroke pushed against her clit. It looked like he changed his angle to reach her clit better, and she definitely was pressing her own thighs together to make it happen. Meanwhile, his right hand cupped her breast and kept teasing her nipple. It stayed hard the whole time.

Finally, he scooted around her and worked his mouth on her pussy. I could see his ass and thighs moving, but I could only guess what his tongue was doing by watching Karen. She put both feet on the floor and pushed up into him. Her breathing was loud. She was frantic now and I could hear the sounds of his lips and tongue almost sloshing in her wet pussy. She made three loud moans as she pushed her hips higher into his mouth, and then I heard a soft crunch. That was the eggs. I think he made her come and she squeezed and broke both of the eggs. She had been holding them carefully above her head all this time, and now she broke them.

She had just lost the game. She would not be going home tomorrow.

"Oh, honeybunch. This is some wonderful young woman-flesh I’m feeling right now."

He was pressing his hand against my tummy and pushing his groin harder against my butt.

"Are you still all lubed up for your butt plug? We still got our EZ Glide back here?"

I tried once more to roll away from him, but I only succeeded in getting both of us closer to the Wal-Mart bag he had left on the floor. He shifted his weight on top of me again, straddling my thighs. He forced a finger between my clenched asscheeks and started to massage my anus.

"No fingers, this time, honey. Now you get the butt plug right through that tight hole."

"No. Stop," I pleaded. "Look. I let go of the eggs. I give up. You win the game."

I put the eggs on the floor. I thought I could get him to stop.

"Well, honey, so you did. You lost the game. But that don’t matter none at all. We’re all revved up, and I’m sitting up here looking down at a sweet rosebud. This rosebud is still glistening with lube, I tell you, and we’re going to test out my handiwork."

I clenched my cheeks as hard as I could, but he had already started pushing the butt plug like a straight, slow plunger.

"This here is the tip, honeybunch, and we’re gonna work the tip in and out a little bit just to make sure there’s enough lube. OK. That’s fine. Now a little bit more."

I arched my back and screamed at the sensation . The butt plug began to push out my sphincter just like his two fingers did, but the rubberized plastic was harder than flesh.

"Here we go, honeybunch. The moment of truth."

A sharp pain passed through me and I screamed again. My sphincter closed in after the widest part of the plug. By squeezing the narrow stem, my body was holding the big part in place. I tried to reach back and pull it out, and that’s when he put the handcuffs on me.

I had put down the eggs and lost the game. I wouldn’t be going home either.

He watched television and looked at all the stations to see the news programs. Every one of the local stations had a story about Jenny and how she was kidnapped and released. Richard seemed to be proud as a peacock as he watched the TV, like he was some kind of celebrity because he was the kidnapper.

After the late news, he turned the light out and went upstairs. He took my shorts and underwear with him. I asked him to take off my handcuffs, but he ignored me. I screamed at him for a while, but it obviously wasn't going to do any good.

Karen and I were hungry again. He had left a few things of yogurt and these plastic spoons. I couldn't eat with the handcuffs on, but I stood up and Karen fed me.

We talked some more. We were both surprised that he had actually let Jenny go. It raised our hopes that he would let us go too; but we weren't sure. I mean, he had done this "game" with us tonight with the eggs, but it wasn't really a game in a sense because he was just made us "lose" in the end.

That's when Karen had this idea: she figured that he was hypnotizing us somehow without us knowing. That's how he could make us do things. She figured if one of us got out and could get another hypnotist to work on us, then maybe we could remember his face and his car and all that. Or maybe you could hypnotize us in a way that he couldn't control us anymore. That's why I came to you even though the police didn't believe that he made us do these things.

I wanted to ask Karen if she really had an orgasm when he went down on her. I was too embarrassed. It sure looked like she did. It made sense to think he had hypnotized her to do that too.

Karen had a blanket draped over herself again, and she offered to put one over me, but I couldn't hold the blanket with my hands cuffed behind my back. I tried to squat down and push out the butt plug, but that was impossible because of the shape. Karen could hear me grunting even though it was dark. She must have known what I was doing.

Anyway, it was just torture. It didn't matter if I stood up, or lied down on my stomach or on my side. No matter what I did I could feel the damn thing filling me up. If I really arched my back I could just touch the outside part with the tip of my middle finger, but then my wrists and my hands hurt like hell and I gave up.

Then I tried again to squat and push it out. It was like taking a shit, but being super constipated.

"I'm sorry," she said.

At first I didn't know why she said that, but then I realized how loud I was grunting.

"It's not your fault," I said. "You're not the bastard that shoved it into me."

"I'm still sorry," she said.

We talked some more about how we could escape. We could stand up now, but he still had us "hypnotized" somehow and we couldn't walk out of the room.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more; the butt plug I mean.

"Karen," I said. "Could you help me?"

"What?"

"I mean could you take this damn thing out. You saw what he did to me."

She didn't answer for a minute. I'm sure this was not her idea of fun. Then she said OK.

She let the blanket drop from her shoulders, and she crawled over towards me. I lay on my left side and raised my right thigh as far as I could. That seemed like the easiest way.

I shivered for a second when she found me in the dark and her hand touched my hip.

"It's got like a handle," I said. "The outside part is like a handle."

I bit my lip just to keep from screaming as her hand started feeling around between my legs. I could feel her touch it and my whole body went stiff.

"Yeah, that's it," I said. "That's the handle."

She touched it, but then she pulled her hand away because I twitched. I couldn't help it. The handle was right against my hole. She put her hand on my shoulder and kept telling me to keep still and relax.

It's not gonna come out, I thought. When it goes in, it has the point going in first. But when it comes out you have to do the fat part. I didn't realize how fat the damn thing was and how strong the muscles are back there.

"I'm going to have to really pull," she said.

We argued for a while. I said that it hurt, and she said she hadn't pulled hard enough yet. Finally, I told her to go ahead. It came out, but I felt like my ass was now a permanent open hole. I could even reach to touch myself, but it was a horrible sensation.

You have to understand why I'm telling you all this. He was really torturing me...torturing both of us. You have to understand that we would do anything to escape. It's only human...just self-defense. That's why I did it. I still have nightmares about it every night, and maybe when you hypnotize me, maybe the nightmares will stop too.

I got a couple of pillows and blankets and I dozed a bit that night, but I can't say that I really slept.

That's when he brought Anne. I don't have to tell you much about her because I know you've read all the police reports, but he obviously hypnotized her too. She says he just knocked on her door and that she got into his car and came with him. Same thing. Her eyes closed...and a long drive.

He had another Wal-Mart bag, this time with fruit. Apples, oranges, grapes and a few pears. I asked him to take off my hand cuffs and he did. My arms were really sore because the cuffs had been on for almost the whole day. I asked him to give me my clothes back and he said no, so I was still bare assed.

He told all of us not to leave the downstairs of the house, and then he took off again. No explanation. Karen and I knew he would come back like before, but it was hard to explain all this to Anne.

She was older, but really pretty. We knew he wanted to rape her too. We tried to explain to her about his "games," but I don't think she believed it all at first. Some of it was obvious: like I couldn't leave and she couldn't leave and Karen couldn't leave. And we had to explain that our clothes were upstairs but we couldn't get them because he had "hypnotized" us and made us stay downstairs. And we told Anne how long we had been there and how we had screamed for help.

It was depressing when he got Anne and brought her to the house. She didn't remember his face or what kind of car he had. And she had not seen any of the news reports about us being kidnapped or Jenny being released. I told Anne how he had raped Jenny and I showed her the butt plug, and she I had seen that I was handcuffed; but mostly she didn't believe about how he set up the "games."

Now that there were three of us again, we wondered if he would kidnap anybody else; and whether he needed two or three or four for whatever game he was thinking about. I wondered what "game" he might be thinking of but I didn't say anything to Anne and Karen because it was all just too horrible to imagine.

So we sat around and talked and argued. I don't think Anne thought we were liars. She just couldn't understand how all this happened.

"That girl is as smart as a whip," he said. "She just buried herself under the covers in the dark and I never did get to see her twat. Clever girl. Now she's back home eatin' ice cream and having a pedicure. And she was on TV and all yesterday."

He was excited about Jenny being on TV, and so he got that little television set and put it on the floor again. It was too early for the news, and we watched these soap operas for a while. Then the news came on and they mentioned again about me and Karen being kidnapped, but there were no pictures of Jenny that night.

I can't tell you how depressing it was to watch the news. The day before they had the whole story and they interviewed this detective in Iowa City and they told about the FBI, but tonight they said almost nothing. This one little sentence, I think, right before a commercial.

They didn't mention any clues, like where they were searching, or one of those drawings of the kidnapper. It was so odd that Jenny was released and yet there was no description or the kidnapper or his car or the house where she had been kept. Nothing. It made me feel like we would never be rescued.

"Did you girls tell Anne here about how we play the games? Did you tell her how you win the prize so you can go home?"

Karen and I looked away from him.

"Karen, did you tell Anne how much fun you had during that last game? Did ya tell her how I made ya come?"

"Damn you," she answered.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire."

Karen wrapped the blanket more tightly around her shoulders and tried to ignore him. He waited for a minute and then he started speaking directly to Anne.

"This might sound more immodest than I intend, but when I had my tongue up inside her pussy, that's what did it for the girl. I mean I've got my own style from years of practice, and some of the ladies appreciate it. Karen, here is one of my biggest fans. She done come twice yesterday. Didn't you, honeybunch?"

"Leave her alone," said Anne.

Anne went over to Karen and put an arm around her. Now they were both defying him. Anne was so much more confident. She was older, at least twenty five, and Richard hadn't stripped her or assaulted her. Having her there made us feel a little braver.

Richard seemed to go into a sulk again. Then he turned to me.

"Ellen, you were here. You saw Karen come. It warn't no earthquake or fireworks. I ain't sayin' it was. But that was a GEN-U-INE female orgasm. And it was my tongue up in her twat that did it."

He started pacing back and forth across the room. He pointed at Karen, huddled under the blanket next to Anne.

"So, there she was. She done come once already yesterday, and I went to her for a little cuddle later in the afternoon, and what does she say? She says "Don't hurt me!" like she's scared of me and all. Like she's accusin' me. And then..."

He voice rose, really indignant, and he pointed at me.

"And then, I offer to give Ellen here some good lovin' , give her some of that same tongue in her little redheaded twat, and she gets all ornery, like she ain't seen Karen buckin' her hips and she ain't heard the girl moanin' with pleasure. Why, I even gave Ellen a taste of Karen's heavenly nectar when it was flowin' free, and now she wants to deny it."

He shot a mean glance at me. Richard had it in for me in particular. I was feeling really scared because it hurt so much the day before with his fingers and then the butt plug. He didn't do that to Karen, just to me. It wasn't fair that he reamed me, but he made her come.

"Anne, you believe me, don't you? You believe I made her come?"

"It doesn't matter what I believe. You kidnapped and assaulted these girls, and you should let them go."

Richard sat down on a pile of blankets and he seemed to calm down a little.

"OK, Anne. I can see it from your perspective. You're another Doubting Thomas, but that's OK. You have not seen and so you don't believe. That's natural, and I shouldn't be upset with you. But Karen was moanin' and squeezin' her thighs together like Suzanne Somers on the day they made the commercial."

"Karen?" he asked. "How old are you?"

"None of your business."

I couldn't believe she said that. Now he was boiling mad. His eyes narrowed and he spoke to Anne.

"You go sit on the side there. I've got a bone to pick with Karen."

He grabbed Karen's arm and yanked her towards him. Then he wrestled her across his lap. Her blanket was gone and his arms held her bare hips and waist.

"The reason I asked how old you are, is that I was wondering when was the last time you had a spanking."

She kicked something fierce at the word "spanking," but he held onto her.

"I don't think you would be insinuating that I was some kind of rapist, if you had been taught proper manners on this pretty little rump of yours."

He gave her cheeks a swat, just enough so that you could see the flesh quiver; but it startled her and she tried to twist away.

"You attacked me. You are a rapist."

SWAT. SWAT. SWAT.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire. You can say what you like, but every time you tell a lie, I'm gonna warm your bottom a bit more. And after you've told Anne the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, then you and I's gonna be lovers again like yesterday. Kiss and make up."

He was massaging her ass now and I could see tears in her eyes from the humiliation.

"Now do you care to tell Anne what happened when I first reached into your pants?"

I remembered it distinctly. She had been melting in his arms from him stroking her nipples through her shirt. Karen didn't say a thing.

"I'm sure you remember...it being you're first time with a man and all. You can't have forgotten it already."

SWAT.

Her rump rose four inches from his lap. I've never seen a girl with such white skin as Karen. You could tell her ass was getting pink already.

He waited about fifteen seconds and then gave her another three fast slaps with his open right hand.

"Memory any better now?

I could see her cheeks get all tight because she expected him to slap he again, but then her body folded over his lap, and she spoke.

"I had an orgasm! OK. Now let me up."

He gave her one more really loud swat.

"I'm sure you'll remember the details pretty soon. I want Anne to get the true picture."

"He grabbed me down the front of my shorts and I came."

Three more swats.

"You ain't tellin' Anne the whole story. You're leavin' out all the juicy details. I want her to get a fair picture so she can decide whether she wants a bit of that tongue in her twat too."

Slowly, Karen began to tell Anne what he had done, starting with his fingers on her breasts, and then his hands circling over her tummy, and then going deeper and deeper into her underwear. He swatted her a few more times when she skipped the part about her rubbing her ass against his dick.

By now, the hand marks on her ass stood out like a crayon drawing on construction paper in a kindergarten class. You could see each finger separately. I could tell she was in real pain because she started adding bits like exactly where his hand was and how he squeezed her "button."

After that he didn't hit her any more. She even told Anne about how he wiped up some of her pussy juice for me to smell.

She stopped for a moment but then he threatened to "warm her ass" a bit more unless she told the next part. So Karen told how he went down on her, and how he changed from her pussy to her breasts and how she got hot with his hands moving on her tummy. Finally she said how he found her clit and how he sucked on it to make her come the second time, which is when she broke the eggs.

That seemed to be the important part of the story for him: that Karen lost the game because she had this orgasm and broke the eggs while he was on her clit.

"Karen?" he said. Now his voice was calmer, polite even. "You just lie down like you did yesterday. I want to show Anne."

Naked and trembling, Karen moved to the middle of the floor and lay back. I could tell from the way she moved that her ass hurt from the spanking. Anne tried to hold her, but she just moved past her and lay on the floor.

"Good," he said. "Now close your eyes. Think about yesterday when you were all wet down there. You think about me giving you a little tickle in your twat down there. Relax and remember how much you liked it. Don't think about Karen, that dirty little liar."

He shot another evil look at me.

Then he knelt next to Karen and began to stroke her thigh and up and down her hips. Her lips began to tremble, but I could see it was like yesterday. She was off somewhere, like in a trance, a million miles away from us. She bent her knees and opened her thighs, and you could see her hips start to move a little bit - - not like she did when she really came, but it was starting.

"You see, Anne," he said. He pointed to Karen's open pussy. We could see the lips opening down there and her nipples get hard. "God's honest truth, that's the way it was yesterday. I touched her and she was moaning with pleasure. Then, when I reached up inside that little honeypot, I seen she was still a virgin. I mean you can tell. Ain't never seen one sealed tighter'n our Karen here, bless her little twat. And I'm proud to say I gave that girl her first orgasm...even if she's too shy to say it at first...she bein' a virgin and all."

He reached up between Karen's legs and parted her lips again. The tip of his index finger disappeared.

"She's wet again," he announced proudly. "Do you believe me now, Anne? I can do you too if you want? Slick and wet and moanin' with pleasure if you want. What do you say?"

Anne shook her head.

"Well, suit yourself."

He pulled his shirt off over his head and then stood up and started to undo his belt.

"What are you doing?" asked Anne.

"This girl is wet and ready, and I intend to satisfy her...if you don't mind."

Anne and I sat there for a second until we saw him take off his pants and his shorts, and then we both shouted for him to stop, but he told us to sit down and shut up. After that we couldn't say a word.

He knelt down between Karen's thighs. Her knees were bent and her legs open a good ways and he only had to spread them a little with his hands to get himself right up against her. He was already hard. Then he positioned his cock just inside the girl's opening and took her wrists in his hands.

"Karen, listen to me. Are you ready for some first class cock?"

She opened her eyes and focused on him - no longer in this trance a million miles away, but still confused. Then she looked at him kneeling over her and she started to push him away; but he held her wrists above her head and leaned further forward.

"No, please!" She started to beg, but he ducked his head down onto her breast and took her nipple in his mouth.

"Oh...no...it's too much, please."

"Don't be shy, love," he said. "You just told Anne how much you like it when I suck on them. Or do you need another spanking to help you tell the truth?"

That's when she stopped fighting him. It didn't make any sense to fight him. Anne and I could see that her lips were all swollen open when he first put his dick there. And she had just described exactly how he made her come. So she lay back again and he sucked her nipples into his mouth and she ran her finger through his hair.

"That's better," he said. "If you like it, then I like it. Ain't no harm gonna come from a little tit tickle. Why the worst that could happen is that you come before I get in, and then I'd jus' make you come again when I's ready."

He pushed his dick into her a little more and you could see the pain on her face. He kept sucking, but he used his hand to rub the head of his cock over her clit. She was so wet. Now she was clenching her hands into fists, but she was already too close to the edge. Each time he rubbed his cock against her clit, she moaned. Like real loud. He was doing it faster and faster and then she came like the day before.

Her body moved on its own now. She changed the angle of her hips so he would rub straight against her; and when she starting moving her hips he put his cock back in her opening and pushed in again.

She kept saying no all the way to end. There was not one moment when he broke her hymen. Just this mix of some crying and some moaning as his strokes got deeper and deeper. At one point it was just him going in and out, and then it was her hips moving too. He made her come a second time, but then he raped her. It was both. She did not want him to do it. I'm sure.

When he was all the way in, she wrapped her legs around him and she cried for a long time. He stayed inside of her while she cried. When he pulled out, he had gone soft.

When Richard came downstairs, we were all three of us awake. We had eaten what was left of the fruit when we woke up. Or Anne and I ate. We offered it to Karen if she wanted it, but she just shook her head. I was expecting him to drive off and get some more food.

"And how's my little honeypot this morning?"

He was speaking to Karen. Her eyes were dark. I don't think she slept.

"Tell me," he said "What do each of you girls think about we play another game this morning? Tell me what you think."

"No," said Karen and Anne together.

"Let us go home," I said. "Please."

I was going to ask him not to hurt us any more, but I knew he got mad when we said that, especially if I said that; so I just asked him to let us go.

"This next game is really good," he said. "And of course, the winner does get to go home. We can have only one winner today 'cause that's how this game is. Now everybody stand up and form a straight line facing me."

We did it. Like we were playing Simon Says in kindergarten or something. Karen was still naked. He still had my shorts and underwear. Anne was fully dressed.

"Now I want this game to be fair, and that means that if Karen and Ellen are bare-assed, then Anne you gotta shed some clothes too."

He was holding the big Wal-Mart bag again. The one with the handcuffs and the K-Y jelly. I think Anne was pretty scared when she saw the bag, but she couldn't have been half as scared as I was. The bastard had already reamed me out with the goddamned butt plug.

He seemed to be waiting for Anne to undress, but of course, she didn't.

"I don't know, lady" he said to Anne. "You're always telling me do this and do that and leave Karen alone...and what all. Now here we are about to play a new game, fair and square, and you want to cheat by keeping all your clothes on. Miss high and mighty...like you're too good to play by the same rules as everybody else."

He could have told her to undress if he wanted to. It seemed that we did everything he told us to do.

"Y'all stand right where you are," he said. And we did.

He pulled a pair of hand cuffs out of the bag and walked behind me.

"No. Please."

I wanted to push him away, but since I was just standing there it wasn't hard for him to grab my wrists and put the hand cuffs on me again. Then I was surprised that he pulled more handcuffs out of the bag. He put one pair on Anne and then one pair on Karen.

"OK, now. Here we go with the rules. No need to stand in line now. That was just for the handcuffs."

He took a bed sheet from the pile and folded it a few times until it was about two feet square and then he laid it on the floor. From the Wal-Mart bag he took out the tube of jelly and the butt plug he had retrieved yesterday.

"The rules," he announced. "Yesterday I gave Ellen here one of my patented E-Z Glides and then I let her have the butt plug to enjoy for a while. Today, one of you can have the chance to stick it in somewhere else, and then you'll be the winner and I'll take you home. How does that sound?"

None of us said anything. It was hard to believe what we were hearing. He meant that one of us should stick it into another girl's ass.

"Well, I'll let you think about it. It may be none of you is as bright as Jenny, but this is definitely gonna sink in and you're gonna see what a great deal the winner gets in this game - especially as compared to the loser and the runner up. Any takers?"

Karen sat on a pile of blankets. Anne and I stood and watched him. Finally, Anne asked a question.

"What are the handcuffs for?"

"Good question. This lady is cogitatin' . I say CO-GI-TAT-IN' and that's the first step to bein' a winner. Especially in game of strategy like this'un here."

"I don't see the strategy." Karen prodded him. I was surprised to hear her speak after what he had done to her yesterday. She was pretty well traumatized, but she still wanted to go home.

"That's why you gotta cogitate some more," he said. "Think about it. The winner gets to go home. The loser gets the butt plug. And then, there's got to be a runner up. The runner up is gonna get a live hot cock up her ass instead of some piece of plastic. Which one you get depends on your strategy."

I was watching him. Anne was walking around the room, obviously thinking. It looked like she wanted to walk out the door or something, but he had told us not to and so I knew she couldn't.

"Tell me again," asked Karen. "Why is this a game of strategy?"

"Too subtle for ya?" He was getting excited now. "There's the butt plug. You decide you want to give it a shove or you don't. That part's obvious. But what is Ellen here thinking? And what is Ellen thinking that you're thinking? That's where the strategy comes in."

"You still didn't answer my question about the handcuffs," said Anne.

"Well, I don't know if I should tell you, since you didn't wanna play fair in the first place. These two ladies are bare assed, with their cute little butts just ready to be plugged and you wanted to play with all your clothes on."

He sounded angry that Anne "didn't want to play fair," and then he started pacing back and forth like he did when he was mad at us for saying he might have killed Jenny.

"I got it," he said, sounding really happy. "If you won't play fair, then I don't have to either. I'm gonna let Ellen and Karen go first and you can just wait your turn. How does that suit you, Miss Holier Than Thou?"

Anne was scared, but she didn't say anything.

"OK, Ellen you go first and then Karen before Anne gets to go. If you're ready to give that butt plug a new home with one of the other ladies, then I'll take off your handcuffs, and you can get to work. Now you might have a bit of a tussle with the lady of your choice, but if you really want to go home, I know you'll give it a good shot."

He looked straight at me. I still couldn't imagine doing such a thing. It was "my turn" though.

"Can I pass?" I asked him.

"Why, of course you can pass, but I don't see what kinda strategy that is."

"Karen, looks like it's your turn. Ellen here says she passes."

Karen looked up at me and Anne and she shook her head.

"Well, you can pass too if you like, but I'll let you think about it for a while. Now strictly speaking, I ain't playing this game: I'm just the master of ceremonies like that guy Regis on TV. But I'm still cogitatin' jus' like y'all are, and I'm thinkin' why would Ellen here pass on her turn. She keeps tellin' me she wants to go home, but then, when she has a clean shot, she says 'I pass.' "

He sat on the floor next to Karen and started to run his hand over her thigh. She flinched when he touched her.

"Come here, love. Sit in my lap."

He pulled her by the arm right off the stack of blankets. With her hands cuffed behind her, she lost her balance and fell right into his lap.

Then he whispered in her ear. Not like a real secret. We were all too close, and he knew I could hear him perfectly well.

"I think I figger'd out Ellen's strategy," he said. "I think she liked my E-Z Glide so much yesterday that she'd rather have the butt plug again than go home. Now you may not believe that, I tell you I had my fingers inside her yesterday and I swear she was kinda squeezin' her bumhole. Could be she has a taste for it. That's what I think. It's just a theory, mind you, but if you had been diddling around in there like I was, I bet you'd agree."

He was playing with Karen's breasts now and I expected her to put up a fight, or at least try to get away, but there was nothing. No movement at all.

"Last chance, love" he said to Karen. "Do you want to be the one who goes home today?"

She shook her head.

"Well, Anne, now it's your turn. These two ladies have passed. I'm a bit surprised, but that's the fun of playin' a game. You find out that everybody has their own strategy even if you can't figger out what it is they're thinkin'."

He was jiggling both of Karen's breasts in his hands. It was so disgusting to watch, but I couldn't do anything to help her.

Anne remained silent.

"Don't you want to go home either?" he asked. "You seen on TV last night. They said about Jenny and her being home and all. She was the winner. Now I won't say I know your strategy any more than I know Ellen's. I'm not a mind reader, you know, so this is just speculation, but I think she's just hopin' that you give her the butt plug and put it in real tight like yesterday."

He seemed to have given up the pretense of telling a secret to Karen. There was no more whispering.

Then he got up and picked up the tube of jelly. He handed it to Anne.

"You ever use that?" he asked Anne. "That's some damn good shit. A few gobs a' that and a couple of loving fingers and some girls are just begging for it. Real good shit."

Anne handed the tube back to him without answering his question. He kept talking.

"And Ellen, yesterday, I done give her a true masterpiece of lubrication. That's my theory why she wants another one today. Just a theory. Or maybe her strategy is that she wants to be runner up. She seen Karen moanin' and wrapping her legs around me, and she heard that damn fine testimonial, so she's getting curious about how good it would be to feel a real cock in the tight spot."

"I pass," said Anne. I think she couldn't bear to have him talking to her anymore.

"OK, Ellen, honeybunch, you get another turn now."

He clicked open the tube and squeezed a big glob of the stuff out into his hand. After what he did to me the day before, you have to understand how scared I was. I felt my asscheeks clench together just to look at him with that stuff in his hand. Remember he had taken my shorts and underwear, and he could have grabbed me again in second.

"I pass."

"OK, Karen then. Your turn now."

She was mesmerized to see the jelly in his hand. Then he told her to lie down on her tummy with her hips over a bunch of pillows and she did it. Her ass was about eight inches off the ground and her cheeks were slightly spread. Her hands lay across her lower back in the cuffs. Her skin was definitely still pink from yesterday and one of the hand marks still stood out.

"Who knows?" he said. "You may like this just as much as you liked my tongue in your twat."

He dipped one finger from his right hand into the jelly and then slowly lowered that finger into Karen's crack. Her body went as rigid as a board when he touched her anus. That stuff feels so damned cold when it comes out of the tube. He put his finger directly on the hole.

She begged him to stop just like I did the day before, but he just kept spreading the jelly on the outside of her hole, and she kept twitching and arching her back. She stayed right on the pillows just as he had told her to do. Tears were flowing down the side of her face, and she was crying but then I heard her say she would do it.

"OK, please stop. I want you to take me home. I'll do it. Just undo my handcuffs and I'll do it."

He unlocked her cuffs in a second and told her to get up.

"Here you go," he said. "Here's the jelly and there's the plug. Now let's see your strategy."

Karen rubbed her wrists for a minute. She looked at me and I shook my head. I couldn't bear the thought of that butt plug again. I mean, he had tortured me with it the day before and now he was telling Anne that I liked it.

"Which of them do I have to do?" she asked him.

"You don't have to do any of them."

"And you'll still take me home?"

"I swear this girl has got wax in her ears," he said. "If you want to go home, you snuggle that plug up one of these two beautiful butts. That's the game. Where have you been all this time, girl?"

Karen looked at me again.

"Is it OK?" She asked me. "I won't hurt you like he did. I really want to go home."

"NO!" I yelled at her. I backed away from her then. As far as I could go in the room and then I stood with my back to the wall. I knew she was planning on doing me because Anne still had her clothes on and she was wearing jeans. And Anne looked stronger than Karen anyway. Karen was the most delicate of the three of us actually.

Then Anne interrupted.

"Karen, don't do it," she said. "None of us should do this to any of the others. We should just agree on that. Just pass when it's your turn. Then if we all pass, he'll do some other game and we can go home like Jenny. But we all have to agree."

I nodded.

Karen spoke to him.

"I've decided to pass," she said. "You can put the handcuffs on me again."

She stood with her back to him, totally naked, and she laid her wrists together.

"I don't get it," he said as he went to get her pair of cuffs. "I thought you wanted to go home. But then again, I'm just the master of ceremonies. Suit yourself."

Anne didn't wait for him to announce that it was her turn. She passed and then she looked at me to do the same.

"Now wait a minute here, Anne. I'm not going to let you pass before you even have time to think about this. Karen tells you that she agrees and all, but that's not what she said when I had that little glob of jelly on her rosebud. How long do you think she's gonna hold out?"

"Don't listen to him," said Karen. Suddenly she seemed strong again. "We all have to stick together."

Then, he strolled over to me and grabbed the chain of my hand cuffs.

"And what about Ellen here? One theory says she's just praying to get stuffed again. But what if she's not? What's your strategy then?"

"Anne, don't listen to him," I told her. "Tell him that you passed and you're sticking to it."

"I told you that I passed," said Anne. "We need a different game."

She sounded adamant; I have to admit it.

He was still standing behind me and he started to run one hand along my crack. My body twisted in this reflex, I mean every muscle going in a different direction. It felt like I had twisted my arm out of it's socket in the first spasm pulling against the handcuffs.

"Stop it," I begged him.

Really, I pleaded with him; but he started squeezing my asscheeks again like the other days, and he started saying how my ass had been his favorite from the beginning. And then he touched my hole again with the jelly on one finger, and I just broke down.

I told him I would do it.

I don't really remember what happened just then. I was kind of hysterical and I couldn't think or talk or even really hear what was going on. Richard had already taken off my handcuffs, and I was holding the butt plug.

Anne had just gone wild, calling me a cunt and cocksucker and screaming at me. But he hadn't even touched her the whole time. She was still fully dressed. I couldn't understand why she was yelling at me when we were all in the same boat. Then I thought she was going to attack me, but she still had the handcuffs on and Richard kind of scampered between us like a referee at a boxing match. Finally, she seemed to give up.

Richard seemed to have pushed Anne away from me, but then I realized that he and she were in another tussle and he was working to get her jeans down over her hips. It took him awhile to do it, even though he was so much bigger and she was handcuffed. The jeans were tight and she was really fighting him.

It wasn't until I could see her ass that I began to think of the decision I had to make. Either Anne or Karen. It was horrible, but I really wanted to go home. That's the part you have to understand.

I was still in a daze a little bit. Richard had taken Anne's belt off. When he had finally pulled her jeans and underwear past her knees he used the belt to keep them bunched up. Since she still had her running shoes on, the legs of the jeans couldn't slip over. She was bound hand and foot.

Once he had her pants off, you could see even better how beautiful she was. She was older, but not an ounce of fat or cellulite or anything. He had his pick, you know. He went out and picked the most beautiful girl he could find and that's how she got there.

He was playing with Anne. If she was on her stomach, he would run his hand over her ass cheek and come closer and closer to her crack each time. And then, when she turned over to keep him away from her hole, he would slide his hand up between her thighs. She could wriggle and roll away a bit, but only for a few seconds before his hands were on her again.

Karen was bent over a pile of blankets with her ass up in the air. It was like a nightmare.

"Here, do me," Karen said. "Don't let him rape me like that."

I had to choose Karen or Anne. Karen was already begging me to do her.

"Use a lot of jelly first," she said.

I didn't know what to say, so I got the jelly and started to spread it on her. If I could have done the whole thing with my eyes closed, I would have. That's how disgusting it was. She seemed so calm, I couldn't believe it. I kept thinking about that pain when he did it to me. Finally, I realized that Karen just didn't want to be runner up in this game because that was so much worse.

"You gotta put the fingers in, girl! You ain't just putting icing on a cupcake back there. You gotta get it way up inside."

I put a lot more jelly on my finger and I pushed kinda hard, but I only went in up to the first knuckle. She was wide open with her butt on the pillow. That wasn't the problem. The plug was just too fat. I thought I would never get it done. I kept telling Karen to relax, and I don't know if she could. But any way you look at it, that's just really tight back there. It wasn't my fault that it hurt.

And Richard kept razzing me and complaining the whole time.

"I'm ashamed of you," he said "I done give you one of my all time best lube jobs, and now you won't even give this girl a decent tickle? You wanna make her bleed? 'Cause that's what you're gonna do at the rate you're going."

It didn't help anything for him to keep going on, especially when he said that about bleeding.

It only made Karen more nervous, and then she had these spasms. It scared the hell out of me when her ass grabbed at my finger. Then it was harder to get my finger in at all. Finally, I just pushed all the way in; and then put more jelly on and pushed again. Karen was all tensed up, but she didn't try to get away. She wanted me to finish. It went a little easier each time.

"OK, now two fingers," he said. "More jelly and two fingers."

I kept thinking that Karen had been a virgin not twenty four hours earlier, and Richard had said how tight she was, and that was her pussy not her ass hole. I felt terrible, but we were all together, and I really wanted to go home. It was a terrible thing, but I had lived through it and so would she.

"Look at my hand compared to yours," Richard said. "You need to give her at least three fingers just to match two fingers that I gave you. All the way in, not just the tips. Didn't you learn anything yesterday? Use more jelly. On your whole hand. And SQUEEZE the hole once you get the fingers in. That's how you get some stretch for the girl."

I worked and worked at it, and Richard did nothing but complain about me. Karen, who should have had some say in the matter, didn't say a thing the whole time, although she grunted real loud the first time I got three fingers way in.

By the time I started experimenting with the plug itself, I think it was Karen who was doing all the work. Somehow, she began to relax and filter out everything from Richard. She could feel I wasn't trying to hurt her. When she really relaxed there was this grotesque opening even after I pulled out my fingers. It got so big, I just put the plug in and pushed and then it was snug inside of her.

When I finished, I nearly collapsed.

He scowled at me.

"Well, Ellen, you did it, but I can't say much for your technique."

He pointed to Karen who writhed on the floor in her handcuffs with the plug wedged up inside of her.

"This here's the same girl that I had drippin' an' moanin' with pleasure yesterday. You coulda done a much better job than that."

"But you still have to take me home."

"I'll take you home as soon as the game is over. I told you, we still got the runner up. Anne's got to have her prize too."

"No!" Anne shouted. "Don't do that to me!"

She rolled onto her side and pulled her legs up as far as she could. Her jeans, still bunched up and tied with her belt, covered most of her ass that way.

"No reason to get upset," he said to Anne. "You're gonna feel like the luckiest girl in world when I get my cock up inside of you. It would help a lot if you weren't so riled up. Ain't nothin' like buckin' an' complainin' to tighten up an asshole and take the fun out of things."

Then he looked at me.

"Ellen, you expect to go home with that beautiful rump on display to the whole world? Run upstairs and get your clothes and then come right back down here."

I did it. I felt a thousand times better. I felt like I really would be going home. When I came back, Richard had undone Anne's handcuffs.

"Anne, now take off all your clothes and put them aside till we're done."

"Can't you take me home first?" I asked.

"Not until the game is over and the runner up gets her prize."

I sat on the floor and I watched Anne undress. Her fingers were trembling real bad as she untied the laces of her running shoes. She stopped and undid the belt that and pulled the jeans up a ways so she could reach the shoelaces better.

"Anne," he said, much calmer now. "You just think about Karen here when she got a taste of cock yesterday. She was drippin' with pleasure, and I promise that you'll be too. You're gonna love it."

Once he told her to undress she couldn't stop. It took so long though, fumbling with the laces and then pulling off running shoes before she could take off her jeans.

"Please, don't," she begged again and again.

"You stand up when you're done."

She did, of course.

"How often do you play with yourself, sweetie?"

She started sobbing and tried to look away from him. But he stood in front of her and held her face and made her look up.

"How often? Every night? Once a week? Once a month? Tell me, sweetie."

She told him something, but she was still sobbing and I couldn't make out what she said.

This is where he hypnotized us again, I think. There's no other explanation. She might have gotten undressed just because she was scared of what he might do. Obviously she was shaking like a leaf at first. But the other stuff, we must have been hypnotized.

"Now, close your eyes and relax," he said.

Pretty soon her sobs kinda died off. He stood behind her like he had first done to Karen and he whispered in her ear. I could see her shoulders slope down as the tension came out of her neck. He started to massage her shoulders.

"You relax and you think about what it feels like when you're playing with yourself. Forget about Karen and Ellen and this house."

He ran his hands down her sides. I could see that her breathing had slowed down. She wasn't sobbing any more. Her posture changed somehow. It's hard to describe. Her weight shifted, and she moved her feet a little bit apart. Her hip flexed to one side and she opened her thighs a little.

"That's good, sweetie. We're gonna go real slow 'cause I want your first ass fuck to be truly wonderful."

I don't know if Anne winced, but I felt my own cheeks clench together when he said that. And Karen rolled over and cried again too with the plug inside her.

"We'll go real slow. You take your time sweetie. You think about playing with yourself. Think about how your pussy gets when you're really in the mood."

He cupped her breasts from behind.

"Are you getting wet now?"

She didn't answer. If he didn't tell her directly to do something she wouldn't do it.

He walked in front of her and took her hands in his.

"When you think you're nice and wet, play with your breasts. I want to be able to see that you're ready before we do anything. Do you want to play with yourself for me?"

"Please, don't make me do that. I'm not wet."

"We'll go nice and slow," he said. "I'll just wait till you get there. You do it when you get there, sweetie."

He watched her face. She fidgeted for a long time and put both of her hands over her bush. Then she pulled her hands upwards and started to cup her breasts and press them together. Her nipples hadn't changed at all yet, not that you could see.

"I just love your titties," he said. "You sure are a beautiful woman."

He rested his hands on her hips and stepped a little bit closer to her.

"Ellen," he said. "You go kneel behind my lovely, Anne. I'll tell you when we're ready for your part."

That's how I know I was hypnotized. I never would have done that. She was naked. When I knelt down like he said, her ass was right in front of my face. Never in my life have I dreamed of doing anything like that.

I could see his hands stroking her sides and her hips. Her legs would open a little bit and then she would squeeze them together.

He was speaking to her softly now, but I was close enough to hear him. It was so gross to hear him talking lovey-dovey to her. He kept telling her how beautiful she was and told her to think about playing with herself. He kept asking if she wanted to have his cock up her ass. She said no. She always said no, but I could see the way her hips were moving and it looked like her hands were still playing with her breasts.

"OK, Ellen," he said. "Time for your job. You start kissing her sweet little ass cheeks back there."

You've got to believe that I never would have done it if he weren't controlling us somehow. I leaned forward and started kissing. Maybe she was ticklish, I don't know, but her hips started swishing and jumping a little when my lips touched her. She was moving and I was trying to kiss her so sometimes she pushed into my face. Once my nose went near her crack and I thought I would be sick.

And then I could see that he was getting undressed. Not all at once. He was still stroking her arms or her hips, then he'd take off his shirt or his shoes. I could see his things in a pile on the floor. I was right there. I just couldn't stop doing what he told me.

Eventually, he was naked and the two of them were standing up against each other. His dick poked right through between her legs, right in my face. I gagged. If I had eaten more in the last three days I really would have thrown up. I've seen a man's penis before. It's not that, but he was sliding his cock right along her pussy, and she was so wet that I could see it and hear it. That's what was so gross.

"Start licking her asshole, Ellen. You do that end and I'll do this end."

He must have been kissing her on the mouth. They had their arms around each other but I couldn't see any more because I had to mash my face into her cheeks. That was the only way to get my tongue in to lick her anus itself. And now she was grinding her hips into him, and I had to wrap one arm around each of her thighs to get in to do it.

"OK, Ellen. Now shove that tongue of yours way in. All the way up her ass. I wanna feel your tongue at the back of her mouth while we're kissin' up here."

I couldn't stretch my tongue any farther. Only the tip actually went into her hole.

All of a sudden, his cock slipped inside her and she climbed up onto his hips. She wrapped her legs around him. She had jumped right up and was humping him. Her cheeks were totally spread and it should have been easier for me, but her ass was way above me. I couldn't reach her hole at all except that she was bouncing up and down on his cock.

Then she must have come because she made this loud moan and stiffened up, and he leaned over and laid her on one of the blankets. He must have been strong because he laid her down so easily.

Even when she was down, I couldn't stop trying to put my tongue in. As soon as she was on the floor I had her turned on her stomach. I spread her cheeks with my hands and pushed my tongue up as far as I could. It hurt to push that hard, the whole base and back of my tongue. It was one aching muscle, but I kept pushing. She was still contracting from her first orgasm and so she began to move her ass against my face.

I just couldn't stop.

I didn't see him do it, but he had gotten the tube of K-Y jelly. He was getting ready to take her ass.

"That's enough," he said to me.

I rolled on my side. My whole mouth and jaw ached. He was spreading a big glob of jelly on his cock. Then he had another handful right on her ass and was shoving his fingers in. She was ready. I swear it. Anne's hole took three of his big fingers immediately, and then he pulled her up onto her hands and knees.

I couldn't believe how his cock went into her hole. First just the head, but then she seemed to suck it in. She flexed her arms and knees, throwing her whole body back and forth into his cock until she came again.

It was an awful ride. He kept asking if I wanted to suck him off because we hadn't had time to do that before I won the game. Then he asked if I would kiss him. He said that I had a "magical" tongue, and that I did this great job on Anne. He said he never had such a good ass fuck before.

Then, when I told him that I wouldn't kiss him, he said he would come and get me again some other time. He made it sound like a promise. He would get some other girls for me to do. We would play some more games, he said. He even asked me for my address and phone number. I didn't give it to him, of course, but I don't know how to stop him if he kidnaps me again. I wouldn't even recognize him if he walked up to me on the street this afternoon.

That's why you have to help me. You have to hypnotize me or something so we can get some clues to arrest him and throw him in jail. Really. Really, you have to help me.