Chapter Three
When I awoke, I heard the three voices nearby.
"Will you be alright by yourself?" the low-voiced man asked. "Of course",
replied the woman, "I may not be big and strong like you", she said
sarcastically, "but I think I can handle one little boy".
"OK", let's go, said the other man. I heard a door close firmly, and then
silence. I did not move a muscle, not wanting the woman to know that I was
awake. I heard footsteps slowly circling me, round and round. Despite the
heavy boots she must have been wearing, somehow I could tell that these were the
footsteps of a woman. There was something about the way the fabric of her
garments rubbed together, and the way her feet landed softly yet precisely on
the ground, without a hint of dragging. It is amazing, it struck me, how one's
other senses are heightened when vision is taken away. Yes, this was definitely
a woman.
"Are you awake?" she asked me. I said nothing, and heard her walk towards me.
I gave the game away when I jumped as she gently flicked my ear through the hood
I was wearing. "I knew you were awake", she said smugly.
"Please" I said, my voice muffled, "please remove the hood, I can't breath".
"Let me see", she replied. "Remove your hood.....I don't know about that". And
then, after a brief silence, she added, "what's in it for me?"
"Anything, I'll do anything, just please, let me breath..." I screamed, panicked
that I may never see daylight or taste fresh air ever again.
"Shut up!" she shouted. "You must be quiet. Otherwise we will shut you up."
She put her hand on my head, idly toying with me, shaking my head from side to
side. "OK, I will take off your hood, just for a moment". Soon, I felt her
hands at my neck, adjusting the cord that kept the hood closed. Slowly, the
hood was pulled up and off my head, and I gulped lungfuls of fresh air whilst
adjusting my eyes to the relative brightness of the room in which I found
myself. My captor was standing behind me, with her hands on my shoulders.
Slowly, she walked round the front of me so that I was facing her. I got my
biggest shock since being snatched.
The woman facing me was barely old enough to be called a woman - she was
certainly younger than me, maybe around 18 or 19. Despite her youth, she was
tall and athletic looking, with a slim waist and defined limbs. She wore a
plain white vest, tucked into a pair of camouflage combat trousers, and a hefty
pair of black boots. Although not dirty, she had the look of someone who had
been living rough for the past few days. Her long, black hair was unbrushed and
tumbled about her dark face, glistening with sweat brought about by the heat
from the sun, which shone into the room in small patches through cracks and gaps
in the walls. As my eyes focused, I could make out her large, dark eyes looking
down at me from where she stood, maybe four feet in front of me, with her hands
on her hips. She was beautiful.
She left the room and shortly returned with a damp piece of cloth, which she
used to wipe the blood from my face and neck. She held a cup of water to my
lips, which I drank greedily, clearing my mouth of any remaining blood and
quenching my thirst. She stood back, again looking down at me with her hands on
her hips.
"If you do exactly as we say, and cause us no trouble, then you will come to no
harm", she said, betraying no emotion. She picked up a rifle which had been
propped up against the wall and pointed it at my crotch. "But if you do cause
us trouble", she said with a wicked smile on her face, "then things can start to
get nasty".
Now, there are certain times a man should not think about sex. A job interview
is a good example. Or an important business meeting. But this is surely the
best example I can think of - if there is one time you do not want to offend a
woman, it is when you are tied helpless to a chair with her waving a gun at your
genitals. But somehow the situation got on top of me, and with this beautiful
woman standing over me I got the stiffest erection I can ever remember having.
There was no way of hiding it.
"I see you like it when I threaten you" she remarked, the smile on her face
growing once again. She began to prod at my dick and balls with the butt of her
gun as I squirmed in my seat to try and get out of the way. She simply laughed
at my pathetic efforts, and pointed the rifle at my face, slowly moving it
towards me and eventually penetrating my mouth. All the while she was laughing
quietly to herself. "I could kill you right now, all it would take is me to
squeeze this trigger..." I panicked and tried to cry out, repeatedly shaking my
head despite the gun barrel she was forcing into my mouth.
Eventually she retracted the weapon and put it down onto the floor as I let out
a huge breath and sighed with relief. And then slowly, she sat down to straddle
my lap, looking me right in the eyes as she began to rub herself against my
erection. Even through my clothes, the sensation was amazing and I began to let
out involuntary groans of ecstasy. She grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my
head back roughly, and started to kiss my neck, licking and nibbling at me
slowly whilst she thrust her hips. I strained against the bonds holding my
hands in place, wanting to hold her and touch her. But soon it became too much
for me, as my body stiffened and I felt the familiar tingle in my spine, I
erupted with such force that I almost toppled the chair backwards. My tormentor
stood up and looked down at the spreading damp patch on my trousers and laughed.
"You men are all the same".
Suddenly we heard voices approaching the shack, and the woman began to replace
the hood back onto my head just as the two men entered the shack.
"Why did you have his hood off?" asked one.
"I had to give him some water", she said, "and I had to wipe the blood from his
face".
"I hope he didn't see your face", said the other man.
"Do you really think I'd be that stupid?" she replied. Her comment was met with
silence by the two men, who paced nervously around the room.
"What's been going on here?" one of the men asked, his voice close to my ear.
I guessed that he was referring to the damp patch on my trousers.
"Oh", the woman laughed. "He fell asleep, he must have been having dreams."
The men joined her in her laughter.
"Pathetic boy", one man said. "He must have been dreaming about his mother!"
Again they all laughed together. I felt sick with shame, and hated the woman
for the humiliation she was putting me through. But I could not help but be
excited by her. I heard footsteps leave, and then shortly return. I froze
rigid as I felt a torrent of cold water cascade onto my crotch.
"Maybe that will cool him off!" said the woman. More laughter. My cock felt
raw from the friction it had endured when the woman was grinding her crotch into
mine, and the cold water made me shiver in pain as well as cold. All three of
them left the room while I sat there bound, sobbing like a child into the hood
which had once again been fastened, starving me of fresh air and depriving me of
sight. I dreaded the next time I would be alone with the woman for fear of the
humiliation she would make me endure, yet felt strangely excited by the prospect
of being with her, and wondered what she would do next.
