Arnold was still thrilled about the progress in his movie and inspired by the fact that he was able to capture so many other curious horse riders in his scenes. He had expected the shoot to take much longer and stopped at the next available truck stop for some takeaway food for all of us.
"My treat!" As he took note of what we would like to eat and suggested we stretch our legs if we wished. "Except you, Katrina." Winking at me knowingly. He had deliberately parked to one side of the building, near the public conveniences where there were no other cars or trucks nearby.
"Why ever not? Don't you want to get some really public shots? There's a table over by that garden over there." I pointed out some tables, clearly meant for weary travellers to eat outdoors, away from the busy traffic noise. "I don't mind." Smiling suggestively.
Arnold looked at me, dumbstruck by my suggestion but with a perplexed expression, seriously considering all the possibilities.
"Look, let me go inside first and check the place out." He was wavering as a smile crept over his face. I noticed that Olivia was still in shock but everyone else in the car was buzzing animatedly with subdued conversation. Arnold looked at his watch and realizing that it was just before two o'clock in the afternoon now, made his decision. "I'll see what we can organise. Come on Dárcy"
As the men walked away from the car and Michelle and Monica adopted Arnold's suggestion to stretch their legs, Olivia turned to me and found her voice.
"You're not serious, are you?" Shifting over in the seat.
"Why not? We've just been out riding for the last three or four hours without our clothes on among God knows how many other people. You didn't hear any complaints did you? What's so silly about shooting some film here?" I smiled at her as she struggled to answer me. "At least your boobs won't get jiggled around on a horse." Emphasising my point with a wink. "You can rest them on the table."
Blushing prettily and rubbing her aching chest muscles she slowly nodded her head, realising that I was making sense, I hoped.
"The ranch was private property and Arnold got the owners permission first." Her voice was shaky and she seemed to be debating the risk factor. "What if we get into trouble?"
"Think about what Arnold wants me to do later. He's already said that he'll pay any fines, Olivia. It's not like it's a capital offence or anything. I've been caught heaps of times. It's really only a misdemeanour fine you know! I would do it just for the thrill. We're actually being paid to have fun when you think about it." While Olivia considered the wisdom of my words and we were alone in the car I deftly changed the subject. "Hey! Call me nosey if you like!" Lowering my voice confidentially. "Does Michelle share Dárcy with you?"
"Sure does!" Olivia brightened her eyes and whispered. "He likes to watch us, you know, just us girls get together first. Then we have to get him hard. He's so bloody big!" She looked at me. "Have you ever had-- y'know-- you ever taken it the other way?" She faltered for a moment as she searched my eyes for approval.
"Many times, sweetie!" I reassured her, thinking about the amount of times that my inexperienced anal passage had been violated while I was held captive and nodded eagerly. "Go on. Have you done it with him?" I widened my eyes.
"He tried it once, but--- Michelle does it with him all the time. He seems to like it too." She paused for effect, getting excited now. "He's really very gentle with her-- and he gets it all the way in too, but---" I interrupted her.
"I know what you mean love-- hurts like hell the first few times, eh!"
"They both massaged me and used Vaseline to get me all ready first.---It wasn't that bad, Katrina." She leapt to Dárcy's defence. "Maybe I'll eventually be able to take all of him." She gave me a shy smile, still blushing and wistful. "I do try! Michelle reckons there's nothing like it. ---Have you ever tried it with someone that big?"
"Only a few times with someone like Dárcy's size." I nodded thoughtfully. "It's a real accomplishment, isn't it?" My mind was racing with an unexplainable excitement now. "Does he appreciate it?"
"Oh, Yes!" She lowered her eyes. "I haven't been able to, yet--but every time he does it with Michelle-- hesitating--- He yells out at the top of his voice "Atta Girl" as he--you know, shoots his load inside her." She looked up at me with an excited expression and licked her lips. "He gets really loving after that and he gives you head too--- you know."
"Oh! That's nice!" I agreed, nodding my head. "Look! Here's Arnold coming back now." I pointed to the two men approaching the car. "It looks like it might be all set. They haven't got any food with them yet."
I was anxious that my bombshell discovery didn't become too obvious to this poor uneducated young lady. My eyes glazed as my brain went into high gear and my mind raced with the possibilities of at last bringing those bastards that abducted and used me so cruelly to some sort of justice. It was ironic that in the midst of my attempt to bolster her confidence she had unwittingly handed me a major possible breakthrough in searching for a means to end my torment. Of course, it could all just be a fantastic co-incidence but--- Arnold was calling out.
"Yes!! Unpack the gear, Monica. We can do it here after all."
Arnold had a beaming smile and was coming toward us waving his arms in the air, excitement written all over his face. The boot lid came up behind us and there was a renewed flurry of activity as gear was set up and light meters were waved around in the air. You would think we were about to film a major production like 'Gladiator' or something. I thought of Clint Eastwood's famous saying; "Make My Day Punk." It seemed appropriate to the way I was feeling at the moment as I smiled sweetly at Dárcy and jumped out of the car to help carry the photo equipment, fully appreciating that I was totally naked, but now even bolder and more purposeful than ever.
That walk that I had undertaken for Monica was the first time I had been naked among strangers since my abduction. It had been a test of my nerves in a way. It took all the resolve at my disposal that day.
After my ordeal, where for over two weeks I had been kept naked in that room with the lights on until I lost all track of time, I had even begun to wear jeans and panties again. The harrowing experience that I had just been released from had almost destroyed all my self respect and previous confidence. Bearing in mind the humiliation that I felt in displaying myself for unseen admirers in both body and spirit, begging those swine for my life as I played with myself for their amusement and the huge number of other disgusting things that they made me do, it's amazing that I hadn't gone completely mad. The small scars on my body had long gone but the legacy lived on in my mind to this day. When I had articulated some of those horrors to Monica it helped me to heal my emotional scars.
From the time I had waited for the doctor's report and locked myself away in my room, frightened to meet anybody new through to the way I had uncharacteristically quickened my normal leisurely step as I ducked off the main road, resuming my slow pace only when the main road was back within spitting distance, it had been a long tortuous recovery from my point of view.
I put Monica's camera gear on the table and looked back at Arnold's car in time to see Dárcy, helping Olivia out of the car and standing with his arm stretched, impatiently, while she slipped out of her dress. I started back toward them and passed Michelle as she walked toward the table, totally nude again with a triumphant smile on her face. Like myself, her nipples were stiff and protruding with the sexual excitement of showing herself to the gathering crowd this way. At this point I was sure that Olivia might need me so I called out.
"It's alright Dárcy, I'll give her a hand." He gave me that same guileless smile as he went to help Arnold with the tripod.
"Sure thing, sweetie."
Olivia unhooked her bra revealing her greatest assets again to the world around her. Perfectly formed but natural with small erect nipples and large aureoles, they were truly beautiful and inviting. There were wolf whistles and hoots of appreciation to be heard behind me as she removed that last item of clothing. I coaxed Olivia into the ladies restroom on the pretext of relieving myself as soon as she put her bra on the seat beside her dress. I was 99% sure now that Dárcy was my mystery man but only one thing puzzled me. I locked the outside door after I established that there was no-one else inside.
"How long have you known those two?" I was beginning to shake with anticipation as I squatted over the toilet bowl and the urine started to flow. Olivia was timidly checking out her reflection in the mirror, apparently shaken by the starkness of her own nudity and the recent reactions of the spectators. She seemed horrified by the thought of spending even more of her day in front of the public, totally undressed this way.
"Only a couple of weeks. Why?"
"When did Dárcy get that tattoo on his penis?"
"Oh! That tattoo!" She laughed anxiously. "Not long before I met Michelle. Not very long at all! He was out of action while I was getting to know Michelle." She giggled ambiguously. Poor bastard was still sore from having it done and it was a bit swollen. Not in a good way, if you know what I mean." Olivia became defensive again. "She's been married to him for ages, you know." She thought for a moment. "He gives me the creeps sometimes, but Michelle loves him as much as she loves me, so I do what he tells me to." She shuddered.
I didn't have much more time alone with her but I quickly explained the importance of coming with Monica and I when we were dropped back to our flat.
"Dinner, night out or photo shoot. I don't care how you explain it to them but please get out of the car with us when we get back to our flat, love. I'll explain everything later." I promised the young girl with watery eyes. "Promise me, Olivia. Please promise me!"
There was something about the urgency of my request that she found compelling. I was searching her eyes for an immediate answer.
