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My heart was pounding as hard as Shannon's.
We were pretty well hidden in the thick bushes in a remote area of the ranch, but her husband Jason was standing tall in his saddle not 15 feet away. He was desperately searching for us. It would only be seconds before he saw us and Shannon's ridiculous 'sure thing' bet would be lost.
I could kill her because it wasn't just any bet. Sure, if Jason didn't find us in the next three minutes he would owe us a $25,000 trip to Paris. First-class air tickets. A big suite at the Hotel Georges V. Nights at the hot clubs. Designer shoes.
That would be fabulous, but if he found us, as he surely was about to, I didn't even want to contemplate what we owed him. We were going to have to be his "sex toys" for the weekend.
I never would have considered such a stupid bet, but Shannon had repeatedly assured me that it was "absolutely impossible" for us to not be able to hide from him for four hours on a Napa Valley ranch as big as theirs.
Why had I ever listened to her? She is my dearest friend, but for as long as I'd known her she's been reckless and impetuous, if not downright stupid. A lot of redheads seem to be like that.
But there we were, breathing fast and shallow, about to be discovered.
Then there was a rustling under an oak tree about 30 feet away. Jason quickly rode over to investigate.
Shannon and I looked at each other with joyful expressions and whispered, "A week in Paris!"
We only had to remain hidden for two more minutes and we'd win.
Unfortunately, it was fall in the valley and air was full of pollen.
My eyes widened, I inadvertently inhaled three quick times, and it happened.
Try as I might, I couldn't suppress a rapid series of five loud sneezes.
Oh shit!
Hearing me, Jason immediately jumped off his horse and sprinted toward us. I leaped to my feet, and desperately ran from him as fast as I could. But it was useless.
I'd seen cattle roped and hogtied, but had never known what it felt like until then. Jason's lasso was suddenly tight around my chest, with my arms somehow caught inside. I stumbled and helplessly fell on my side in the dirt.
Jason was on me in seconds, laughing like crazy. He tightly bound my wrists and ankles as if I were a damn calf in a rodeo. If that wasn't bad enough, the bastard squeezed my tits.
But here's the shameful thing. Despite what he was doing to me I marveled at his masculinity. His chiseled facial features, his muscular arms, his strong hands. He was a man.
It was nothing like when my weak ex-husband had tried to manhandle me. The wimp.
Maybe the fact I hadn't had sex in nearly four months had something to do with my arousal. But no matter the cause, there was no denying Jason's effect on me.
"This is so much fun!" Jason hollered, even though there was no one within miles to hear him.
While I'd been captured, there was only a minute left in our bet. If Shannon could stay away from her husband for just that long, not getting her wrists and ankles tied, our Paris trip would still be on.
Shannon had gotten a good start running, so it looked as if there was no way Jason was going to catch and tie her in time.
But then Shannon freaked out when she saw Jason had gained just a little ground on her.
So instead of continuing to run, Shannon turned back toward her husband, inexplicably dropped to her knees, put her arms behind her back, and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
What was she doing?!
It was the ultimate in submissive body language. Shannon was silently begging her husband to shove his fat cock in her mouth so the time would run out before he could tie her up.
"What the hell!?" I screamed from the ground.
Jason was having none of his wife offering her open mouth to his dick. Why should he, he'd probably stuck it in there hundreds of times already. He roughly tore her clothes off instead, bound her arms behind her back, and tied her ankles together.
"I win, you bitches!" he shouted after looking at his watch. "And by just 30 seconds. Yee-ha!"
I could have died. Right after I killed Shannon.
When Shannon started to whine, Jason picked up her ripped panties and stuffed them in her mouth. I don't know where he came up with the duct tape, but he used it to keep her mouth shut with her panties inside. There wasn't another peep from her.
I couldn't accept the fact that Shannon and I had lost. We were now Jason's 'sex toys' for the whole damn weekend. And I didn't even really know what the hell that meant.
Jason marched Shannon back over to me, then jerked me to my feet. Pulling out a razor sharp Bowie knife, he cut the ropes that bound me.
I was so humiliated. But dammit, what was that tingling between my legs? And why was I getting excited?
"I promise I won't say a word if you don't gag me," I pleaded to Jason.
Jason thought about it for a few seconds.
"Strip for me. If you turn me on enough, I won't gag you."
I looked over at Shannon, and she nodded. So I slowly started stripping for her grinning husband.
It was a hot fall day, so I wasn't wearing much. A sleeveless top, a sexy shelf bra, Daisy Duke cute-off jeans, a thong, and running shoes.
I was self-conscious about being forced to strip in front of my best friend's husband. Something inside of me actually wanted to do it, but I was still hesitant.
The male in Jason didn't like that. So he grabbed a handful of the blonde hair on the back of my head and forcefully marched me around in tight circles.
"Do it now, bitch," he growled. "And you damn well better please me."
I must have done all right, because as soon as I was naked he pulled me down on my knees and started thrusting his big cock into my mouth.
I wasn't used to such a large dick, so I gagged. Like a lot of men I've been with, Jason really liked that reaction, so he gleefully forced his member even further down my throat.
I was so confused. Yes, I was outraged at the abuse I was suffering. On the other hand, I was getting even more turned on. Why the hell do I, an ardent feminist, like it so much when men sexually dominate me?
I could see Shannon out of the corner of my eye as Jason continued to drive his hard member deep down my throat. I expected her to be furious with jealousy, but she was trying to conceal a smile.
Was she happy seeing her husband stuffing his cock down his wife's best friend's mouth? Or was she happy because her best friend was being forced to endure it? No matter which, I was seeing a kinkier side of Shannon than I'd ever suspected.
"I'd better save something for later," Jason said after a short time, yanking his still erect saliva-covered cock out of my mouth and stuffing his back into his jeans.
What he'd done to me was bad enough, but what was really unforgivable is him getting me all worked up and then not finishing me off. Bastard!
It was more than an hour march back to the farmhouse for Shannon and I. Jason had put leather collars around our necks, then pulled us behind his horse with long leashes. He rode, of course, while we walked.
I was so embarrassed once some of the sexual tension had worn off. Shannon and I were just two helpless, naked women in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of nowhere, following 25 feet behind Jason and his stupid horse.
It wouldn't have been so bad, but we looked like hell, covered in sweat, our make-up and hair messed up, our clothes in shambles.
As for Jason, he never even bothered to look back and leer at his naked female captives. Shannon and I both have rockin' bodies, so I was so insulted by being ignored.
It was a typically hot fall afternoon in the Napa Valley hills, so after half an hour Shannon and I were dying of thirst. I begged Jason to stop for water.
"Sure," he replied. "Lucky for you two sex toys that I'm such a nice guy."
He then made Shannon cup her large breasts together and poured water from his canteen into the 'lake' created by her boobs and her chest.
"Drink!" Jason ordered.
He didn't have to ask me twice.
Shannon's fair-skinned breasts were so white and sexy compared to mine, and her nipples were like firm little raspberries. I drank quickly. But even though I'm as straight as a girl can be, something about the situation I was in meant I couldn't resist rubbing my face against her invitingly soft boobs. I was sorry when the water was gone and I was forced to stop.
Then Jason removed the gag from Shannon's mouth so she could have a drink. My boobs aren't as big as hers, so I couldn't hold as much water. Shannon had to lick furiously to get every drop. But that wasn't all she wanted.
When the water was gone she sucked on one of my nipples! Was she thinking she could get milk out of them or what? Or maybe, just maybe she was getting as much of a sexual thrill out of our predicament as I was.
As we resumed walking we were far enough behind Jason so we could whisper back and forth without him overhearing us.
"What the hell, Shannon," I said, "why didn't you just keep running? You only needed to keep away from your asshole husband for another 30 seconds and we'd be on our way to Paris."
"I can't explain it," Shannon stammered. "I guess I just froze. Maybe I thought that he'd jab his big cock in my mouth long enough so that time would run out before he could tie my wrists and ankles. He normally loves my blow jobs."
"You stupid bitch!" I replied. "We're really fucked now."
"Just remember," Shannon said, "you were the one who sneezed.
"Oh, fuck you! Shannon. By the way," I continued, "what does it mean that we're his 'sexual toys' for the weekend?"
"I guess it means he gets to use us any way he wants."
"You don't know, you just guess? Does he think it means both our holes?"
"I'm so very sorry, but yes, Victoria, I'm pretty sure he's gonna say it does. But wait, what do you mean two holes? We women have three."
"You don't mean you agreed to..."
"I suppose I might have. We'll have to ask Jason to be sure."
I could have smacked her.
As we approached the barn we were carefully watched by a thin, sun-wrinkled middle-aged man who looked and dressed like a cowboy from old Western movies. He had a lascivious smirk on his face.
"That's Jeb," Shannon said without me asking. "He takes care of our horses."
