"What did I do?" Sara whispered in disbelief as she dropped to her knees. Her entire body trembled as she stared at Tamara's lifeless body.
"You--you saved me, Sara. That's what you did," I forced out, still in a daze myself. My mind hadn't stopped reeling from the abrupt turn of events. Somehow, in a matter of hours, I had gone from confiding in my best friend about losing my sister to finding myself chained to a bed in her basement as she face-fucked me. Tamara had literally been grinding her pussy on my mouth. What the hell had gotten into her?
Sara had somehow managed to pry free the smotherbox from the floor and had actually hurled it at Tamara. Sara either had amazing aim or she had gotten extraordinarily lucky. The box had impacted Tamara directly in the back of the head. Not only that, but the blow had rendered Tamara completely unconscious.
"She's going to punish me. Why did I do that?" Sara rocked back and forth anxiously.
"Sara," I urged impatiently. "The key!"
"She's going to--you don't know what she's going to do to me," Sara continued, her whole body shaking.
"The key," I repeated. "It's in her pocket."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've made such a mess of things. I'm so sorry," she mumbled, pleading for my forgiveness. "I've made everything so much worse."
"Sara!" I yelled louder, finally breaking her out of her trance. She looked at me, realizing at last what I had been trying to tell her.
"It won't do any good," she replied. "The door is locked. I don't know the combination."
"Help me," I coaxed again. "Before she wakes up. We can make her tell us the combination."
"She would rather die. She's going to punish us. She's going to make me eat her..." she trailed off. "But maybe it won't be so bad?"
Eat her... out?
Had Tamara not already forced Sara to do that?
"Sara! Please. I need you. We can escape together." Sara's body finally started to move, still shaky from the surge of adrenaline. She stumbled toward me. "Hurry. Before she wakes up."
Sara dug around in Tamara's pocket and pulled out several keys. She went through them one by one until she found the keys for the locks. One by one, she unlocked them finishing with the collar around my neck. At that moment, Tamara began to stir.
"What the actual fuck," she groaned, pulling herself back onto her knees. She was now straddling my neck.
"Tamara, are you okay," I asked as sweetly as I could. "You just collapsed."
"I did?" She rubbed the back of her head. "It felt like something hit me."
"Nope. You just fell over. Are you sure you're okay?"
Tamara looked around, continuing to rub her head. "Where's Sara?" Looking to the side, she noticed the smotherbox lying on the floor. It was cracked on one side. "Hey, what the hell?"
She turned further and saw her assailant. Sara was already backing away, eyes alight with terror. Tamara started to crawl toward her.
I panicked, pulling my knee directly into Tamara's crotch.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed, doubling over. I pulled my leg through hers and kicked her in the ass as hard as I could, sending her flying off the mattress and into the floor. "Quick, Sara. You have to figure out the code. I'll keep her busy."
Sara stumbled to the door. "I don't know what to try, Krista," she screamed in a panic. "The middle two numbers are 6-9. What could the other two be? Do you know of any other dirty numbers? Maybe 9-6-9-6? But that doesn't really work..."
She entered the numbers anyway, but she got only flashing red lights in response. She continued trying combinations.
Tamara and I rolled around the floor, evenly matched. She had weight on me, but I had height on her. There were times when I thought she was going to overpower me. But as I watched Sara struggling to open the door out of the corner of my eye, I knew I had one more thing on Tamara--determination. That had to count for something.
"Wait--you said the middle numbers were 6-9?" I pushed back against Tamara, trying to keep her away from Sara.
"Yeah, why?"
"Try 9-6-9-3," I suggested, looking toward Sara. In that brief moment of distraction, Tamara managed to swing her leg under mine. Before I even knew what had happened, I was on my back and my face was being crushed under the heavy weight of Tamara's sweaty buttocks.
"You know, your sister can't get enough of my ass," Tamara grinned, breathing heavily as she pulled the sweat-soaked hair out of her face. "I wonder if you'll be the same." I struggled desperately, feeling panic taking over. Tamara had managed to grab one of my wrists. If I used the other, she would have me. Yet, if I did nothing, I would just as surely suffocate beneath her.
At that moment, Tamara leapt off me and barreled straight for Sara. Somehow Sara had actually managed to get the door open. I just barely managed to twist myself around and grab Tamara's ankle mid-dash, sending her flying face first into the floor.
"Run!" I screamed, scrambling toward Sara. I pulled the door closed behind us. We both knew we didn't have long before Tamara would be on top of us--literally.. "Run, run, run!"
It didn't need to be said. We were both already in a mad dash up the stairs.
"Grab the keys," I motioned to Sara, pointing at counter.
"Got 'em," she exclaimed, running toward me as I scrambled to unlock the door.
From downstairs, we heard beeping followed by the squeaking of hinges. Together, we burst out of the house. It was only when I felt the brisk autumn air against my skin that I remembered Sara was still completely naked.
"In the car," I urged, taking the keys from her.
I climbed into the driver's seat while Sara scrambled into the passenger side. I pulled the shifter into reverse, and we took off backward like a bat out of hell.
Before we'd gone more than a few feet, Tamara stumbled out of the house looking more furious and frantic than I had ever seen her before. She was also buck naked, but it didn't stop her from sprinting after us as I pulled the car into drive and floored the gas pedal.
Tamara had no chance to catch us on foot, and I watched the rearview mirror with satisfaction as she faded slowly into the distance.
"I'm... free. We're free," Sara whispered quietly. "I don't even know what to do. Where do we go?"
Should we go back to the house? Would we be safe there? Could we go to the police? Would they even believe us?
"For now, we just drive," I replied, looking back again to make sure no one was following. "We can find somewhere to stay the night. Somewhere safe. We'll figure out the rest in the morning."
For a while, I just drove in silence, not paying much attention to where we were going. I figured if I didn't know where I was headed, it would be next to impossible for Tamara to know.
"Why don't I see what hotels I can find," Sara said after a while. She poked at the car's navigation until she got a list of hotels to pop up. "Closest place to stay is 10 miles away. Geez, Krista. How far away from civilization did you take us," she chuckled.
It was good to hear her laugh. How long had it been?
"Wait, do we have any way to pay," I asked.
"Fuck," Sara exclaimed. I didn't think of that. Maybe we should head back home after all? Or to a police station?"
At that moment, the car suddenly stalled and began slowing. I glanced down, realizing the gas light was on. How long had it been like that? I was in such a panic when we got in the car, checking the gas level was the least of my concerns.
"Fuck," I swore under my breath. "Just when I thought things were finally starting to go our way." I slowly guided the car to the side of the road, coming to a gradual stop. "Now what? It's freezing cold, pitch black, and we're lost. And as if that's not enough, you're not wearing anything. What else could go possibly wrong?"
"Do we have any blankets," Sara asked quietly. "It's going to get cold.
"Maybe I could walk to a gas station? They might have emergency blankets?"
"Or gas," Sara laughed, teasingly.
