What she didn't expect was that her captors would be such exceptional chefs. She still felt stupid for letting the two men talk her into coming out for the weekend so spontaneously; she hadn't even told anyone where she was going or with whom, barely had time to throw a few things into a bag. She was simply dazzled by their charm and evident wealth, and yes, their physical beauty as well. It took her two days before she realized she was actually a captive.
And now, here she is, tied to a chair, panties soaked, gulping at the most delicious cock she had ever tasted. Her terror at being kidnapped has given way completely to the need to fuck these two heartless, selfish men. How did this happen?
They had taken excellent care of her, lavishing praise and attention on her, leaving her in a permanent state of intoxication. Their hospitality was unimpeachable, and the meals with them were among the best she'd ever had. It was only after many lame explanations for why she couldn't leave the house, why the phones were dead, how she must have forgotten her cel phone charger (though she was positive she had packed it) and why she couldn't use their cel phones that it dawned on her that they didn't want her to leave.
When the realization took hold she panicked, made a run for it through the woods. There was nowhere to run to and the men easily caught her. It was so hopeless and foolish that she returned to the cabin without a struggle; they never even laid a hand on her as they herded her back.
Once inside, however, they were no longer taking chances, no longer pretending it was a weekend getaway. Which is how she found herself tied to a chair in front of a massive kitchen table while they busied themselves in the lavish kitchen.
When they emerged with the evening's meal, their attention was completely focused on her. Their manner had not changed and she felt guilty and idiotic for taking such delight in their charming flirtations. They ate these fantastic meals distractedly, as though the meal were not the main attraction. They seldom took their eyes off of her, and when she looked at them, she shivered as if she were naked before them.
During one meal, the men surprised her by emerging from the kitchen naked. The black man had a sculpted physique and his cock never seemed to be completely flaccid. It was an impressive member, though not comically huge, and it stirred visibly, as if it had a mind of its own, as he watched her eat her meals. The other man was swarthy, fit, with a proud cock that seemed always at the ready, and at times during the meal a glistening droplet could be seen at its tip.
They released her wrists so that she could eat as they watched and distractedly nibbled at the splendid fare. Her legs remained firmly fastened to the chair, knees spread to either side, leaving her feeling vulnerable, although they had not forced her to remove her clothes.
Strangely, though, their rapt focus and obvious responses to everything she did was delicious, and she enjoyed the power. She began to play little games to titillate them just for the pleasure of seeing their cocks jump and bob in unison. When she realized they had a thing for food, she would occasionally "miss", dropping food to her ample chest, where it lay draped around the curve of the substantial panorama of bosom exposed by her low-cut party dress.
Once, when they had returned to the kitchen for the next course, she had been able to snag one of their pairs of trousers where they lay nearby, and rifled the pockets for the keys to the SUV. Not only were they not there, they caught her at it and tied her hands. This left them little choice but to feed her themselves, a prospect they of course found delightful.
