In the days that followed my awful, humiliating experience, I wished desperately that I could talk to Katie about what had happened. The emotional pain was horrible, but the embarrassment was too much to share with her. In spite of how bad the memory was, I still found parts of the memory to be highly stimulating. A number of times, I masturbated in the shower, remembering my own rape.
Katie noticed the difference. Our lovemaking was even more feverish than normal, but she took it as nothing more than a compliment. It did, however get her talking more about her own fantasies.
Katie has always been fascinated with my ex-girlfriends. She appreciates my own lovemaking so much, she often asks how my former lovers ever let me go. In spite of how poorly things had gone with Terri, I could tell Katie still thought about the night that had been so wonderful. Obviously, I thought about it a lot myself, and I wondered if it was going to be possible to convince her to consider such an opportunity again.
During the days after my experience at the bookstore, my perpetual excitement got her thinking even more about my past relationships. She eventually got me to talk rather explicitly about my last girlfriend Deborah. She was the most sexually "comfortable" woman I had met before Katie. Deborah and I had started seeing each other once I found out Judy was probably having an affair.
My stories about Deborah's large breasts and the things she and I did to each other got Katie really excited. A few days of those stories and she finally told me that she really wanted to meet Deborah. I thought she was kidding, but she persisted, so I finally invited Deborah over for dinner.
We all got along great, and we worked our way through several bottles of wine during dinner. Eventually, we ended up sitting around the living room on the floor. We told wild stories about our pasts, carefully avoiding anything too personal about Deborah and me. Another bottle of wine and we were feeling really, really mellow.
I found myself making furtive touches on Deborah . . . her shoulder, her hand . . . little things that Katie noticed, but didn't seem to find overbearing. Katie's smile encouraged me further. Then Deborah said something that made us all laugh and I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. All three of us paused to consider that action.
The conversation about our past sexual experiences got much more explicit. Katie began subtly touching me. As I began to get excited, she became more open in her touches. Soon my cock was obviously erect in my pants. Katie smiled at Deborah, took her hand, and drew it to my pants. Together they felt me through my pants. I couldn't believe Katie was doing this.
Katie started to open my pants, undoing the belt, drawing the zipper, then . . . she lifted my briefs over my long, hard cock and pulled my pants slowly down. In their fascination, the two women didn't even pull my pants all the way off. Both their hands reached for me, sliding over the hard skin of my cock. None of us heard the door open.
He stood there for a minute watching, then suddenly slammed the door closed. In shock, I jumped up and tried to rush him. My pants tripped me and I fell, hitting my head on the table. I was dazed, and before I could get my head clear, he had my hands tied behind me, the rope tied to the locked doorknob.
As my vision cleared, I saw a knife pointed at my eyes and recognized a weapon I had seen before. My stomach turned over, and I thought I was going to be sick. The two women were cowering against the far wall. He made it clear that there would be no resistance, or someone will be hurt . . . severely. I started to speak and he let me know with a glance I was not to say a word. There was no way I could acknowledge I knew him, anyway. I couldn't let Katie know I was responsible for . . . whatever it was he intended.
He made the women come stand in front of me. He laughed as he told them to pull my pants the rest of the way off, then he cut off my shirt. He smiled at me standing there naked, my hands behind me, my now limp cock hanging between my legs.
He pulled a chair over and sat near me. With his knife against my neck, he asked for their names. "Alright, Katie," he said. "My name is Denny. Let's get started. Kneel down here, between my legs." She knelt in front of him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to his crotch. She and Deborah both gasped. Holding her head to him, he turned to Deborah. "Now sweetie, let's see those huge tits."
Deborah's tears amused him, but he wasn't smiling. The knife moved to Katie's neck, and Deborah began to unbutton her blouse. She took it off and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. It loosened and she held it to her breasts. He waved the knife at her, and she slowly lowered her hands. As her breasts slid out of the bra, they parted to each side. Each hung heavily, the large, dark nipples crinkling in the cool air.
