****Special thanks to my friend and Editor, SexySoBeChick, for her encouragement, support and honesty in all things. I'd have been lost without her!
Susan was running late. During the past several weeks, it seemed she was late for whatever event or activity she had scheduled. It wasn't that she had more to do these days; after all, her kids were all grown up and she suffered from the empty nest syndrome. She and John, her husband of over twenty-five years, got along just fine. He did his thing, which was mostly watching sports on television when he was home. He was a schoolteacher during the day and a sports referee at night. He also played clarinet with several bands.
Susan was a homemaker and part-time real estate agent. She went to the health club three days a week and worked out on the resistance machines. On the days she didn't go to the gym, she ran and walked for five miles. The best she could say about her sex life was that it had bordered on non-existent for the past twenty years. She and John were good friends, but she couldn't remember the last time they'd made love. Sex was a very minor part of her life.
Tonight she was supposed to be meeting Angie Workman, a former neighbor and twenty-year confidant, at the community symphony concert. She drove higher and higher in the parking garage until she rounded a bend and finally found an empty slot and parked. Clutching her purse under her arm, she made a mad dash for the stairway.
Completely oblivious to her surroundings, Susan was caught utterly off guard when a large powerful arm grasped her around her upper chest.
"Oh my God!" was all Susan could squeal before a hand was clasped over her mouth and she was picked up off her feet and dragged behind a row of parked vehicles.
Twisting her body and wildly kicking her feet, she was breathing hard and sucking in some foul-smelling substance that evidently saturated the rag her captor held over her face. Within seconds, her mind shut down and her body became limp.
"Ah ha, she's out," said Jeff Higgins, the burly man holding Susan. "Hand me the hood and rope so I can tie her up."
"What does she look like? Is she young and pretty?" asked David, Jeff's younger brother and partner in crime.
"I'm not sure," Jeff answered. "I know she's got pretty good sized tits because I had my hand on one. And she isn't real fat either. She's got on long pants. It doesn't really matter what she looks like anyway; she's got a pussy and that's all we need. We'll get a good look at her when we get her home."
When Susan started regaining her senses, she realized her hands and feet were bound and she had some type of dark cloth over her face and a gag in her mouth. She couldn't see anything, but heard the sound of a car engine. She knew she was on the floor of a van of some type. She could hear the muffled voices of at least two men.
"You're going to get to fuck the shit out of this whore, little brother," Jeff said. "You can do anything you want to her. She's going to be your plaything for as long as you want."
"I can play with her titties and her pussy? I can do anything I want too, right?" Davy said with a laugh.
Susan was scared beyond belief. She feared for her life, but also wondered if the expensive new silk pantsuit she was wearing was ruined. Somewhere along the way she'd urinated in her pants, and now the wet clammy material was irritating her crotch. Her irrational thoughts were interrupted when the vehicle stopped and she heard a door open and slam shut.
"Let's get your ass out of here, baby," Jeff said as he grabbed Susan around the waist and lifted her up. He carried her like a sack of cement up a short ramp and once inside, he dropped her bound body on a cushioned sofa.
Several minutes passed before Susan felt the presence of someone at the ropes securing her wrists.
"Listen up close now, bitch. I'm going to untie you and take off the hood. I want you to do exactly as I say. Exactly. Don't try anything funny. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not afraid to kill you if I have to. Understand? Just do as you're told. If you start screaming or anything like that, I might just have to remove a few of your teeth. Go along for the ride, and in a little while you'll be free and on your way once again. Do you understand?"
Jeff's hot whispered breath on Susan's exposed neck was very convincing. Susan nodded her head in understanding and sobbed softly, trying to calm herself.
"Stand up now, bitch!" Jeff commanded, removing the hood from her head and the gag from her mouth.
Blinking at the bright light and sucking in huge gulps of air, Susan found herself standing in the middle of what looked like someone's living room. In front of her was a giant of a man, standing well over six feet tall and weighing at least two hundred and fifty pounds. He appeared to be in his mid twenties. Next to him, sitting in a motorized wheel chair, was a small young boy.
"My name is Jeff," the big man said. "This is my little brother, Davy. Today is David's eighteenth birthday. He's never touched a naked woman, let alone fucked one. You're going to be his first. What's your name?"
Tears came to Susan's eyes and she sobbed, "You're making a big mistake. Please don't hurt me. My name is Susan. I'm the mother of three grown children. Please, you don't want to do this. Please, please . . . please don't hurt me."
"Just shut up, bitch! Don't talk unless I tell you to. Davy, I'll describe Susan for you. She's about five and a half feet tall and not really skinny, but not fat either. How much do you weigh Susan?" Jeff asked.
It was at this point that Susan realized that not only was David handicapped and confined to a wheelchair, but that he was blind as well. It looked as though he only had use of his right hand. The left one was in a half-clenched fist and held fairly close to his chest.
"I don't know," Susan answered with another sob while thinking to herself that it was none of his damn business -- even though she was proud that she was now less than one hundred and forty pounds.
