Chapter 4: The Conclusion

Would these creeps still fuck either of them if they were homely and chubby? Cheyenne knew firsthand that a hot body like hers is both a blessing and a curse. The blessing is that a patriarchal society favors beautiful females of any age. It’s human nature to favor beauty, and specifically “male” human nature. The benefits she received all her life, were the natural advantages sexy girls enjoy. And along with that are the many flings, affairs and expensive gifts. (Remember it’s all about a girl using her “Pussy Power”) Men have lavished favors and gifts on her since she was a top-heavy teenager.

Her breasts have made a big--no pun intended--difference in her life. She’s been aware of that from the start. She’s also been painfully aware that other girls lacking her assets, were envious and jealous of her. They didn’t like her and let her know it. Her looks took their guy’s attention away from them. Cheyenne felt their pettiness and backstabbing, and it hurt.

Heather wasn’t that way with her, at all. She was sweet to her face and behind her back, always sticking up for her if anyone gossiped about her. They met in the dorms, randomly put together as roommates. She envied her breasts, like the others, but she knew she was also considered hot. Heather was a very pretty girl and had gorgeous, small breasts, big puffy nipples, a fit, toned body and a hot butt. Girls would kill for a butt like hers. Cheyenne was one of them. She often told her in jest she wished she had a butt as hot as hers. It’s fair to say they admired each other’s bodies--in a straight girl way--and respected each other. They became fast friends.

Both girls didn’t openly discuss it--but wondered about those homely girls Judd talked about. What happened to them? Did they also make them fuck each other, too, and let them go? Or did they not let them go, fuck them and--kill them? These were scary thoughts. The possibility these guys could kill them was real.

They were stuck in a bad situation and now it was all about survival: do what you have to do to get through the next few minutes, hours and days--until you are set free or escape. If it means eating each other’s pussies, having lesbian sex, then you do that. If it’s your only way to survive this, then you damn well do it.

Judd spoke, “I got the shower goin’. I wanna see you two nice and clean. You’ll need clean pussies for when you eat each other out. I know this is your first time, and all, so your pussies gotta be nice and tasty. I expect a lotta eatin’ from you two or the deal is off. So, let’s go” Judd said.

They looked at each other, using their eyes and facial expressions to silently communicate. An eye roll or prolonged stare in reaction to something Judd said, meant something to them. Both knew this was not about forced lesbianism or pushing their sexual limits. There was no choice but to do what he wanted. The alternative--fucking these creeps--was not an option for them. They knew they’d have to play along, take a shower together, and then have sex with each other.

The reality of “forced sex” was creeping in quickly. Heather and Cheyenne felt numb, as if it wasn’t happening to them, that they were only observing these two straight girls forced to eat pussy. It was like a nightmare they had to compartmentalize. But still, here they were in reality, completely nude, following Judd to the bathroom.

Heather covered her pussy with her right hand as she walked, which was futile. She did it anyway. Rex walked behind them with his fat cock out. It was unnerving. He leered at their naked bodies--their butts--especially Heather’s. Her thighs parted enough, as she walked, that he could see her bald, pussy lips. He was hard again and stroking.

Judd led them to the small, dirty bathroom that was adjacent to the guest room. It was steamy in there. The girls dutifully got under the hot water together. Neither of them wanted to be separated. They felt power as a unit. The shower curtain was pulled aside so the guys could watch them. Some water splashed on the floor and was puddling. They felt like prisoners on display forced to wash each other. There was new bar of scented soap but no washcloth. As she washed Heather’s body with her soapy hands, Cheyenne tried to comfort Heather by whispering, “We’re safe if we do what they want. They’re getting off on this and we’ll figure out how to get what we want. We can do this. Make it good--give them a show.”

Heather whispered back, “Okay, but this makes me sick. Nothing personal.”

“I know, but we have to do this and whatever they want--to survive this. You fuckin’ know that.”

Heather reluctantly agreed, seeing tears in Cheyenne’s eyes. Her brave words betrayed her true emotions. She was being strong for Heather, and the both of them.

“I can hear you,” Judd said. “You’re right, make it a show. Entertain us.”

The way Cheyenne was washing Heather’s body with her soft, soapy hands felt good. Heather tried to relax and enjoy it. Cheyenne firmly lathered her breasts and hard nipples. The guys were quiet, watching and stroking their cocks. Rex was spitting out sunflower seeds all over the bathroom floor. The girls didn’t look at them.

Cheyenne was assertive, thoroughly cleaning every inch of her friend’s body. She carefully washed Heather’s pussy. It felt so good, she might orgasm. (Heather’s mother washed her pussy when she was a little girl. Other than herself and her mom, no one else ever washed her pussy.) The way Cheyenne was doing it aroused her. Under these conditions, that surprised her.

She wondered if Cheyenne purposely stimulated her clitoris. No question about that. Maybe she did it to ease her anxieties by turning her on and have some control of the situation--to make it real. It WAS real. She was getting very, very aroused, almost forgetting she was being gawked at by their abductors. She stopped short of making her orgasm. When she got her turn and washed Cheyenne’s breasts, she lifted them slightly to get their undersides. She could feel their full girth and weight.

They were as impressive to handle as to look at. (How many guys, including the professors at school, jacked off imagining they were fondling her huge breasts?) She washed every inch of them with her bare hands, arousing her big nipples with her deft touch. They slipped from her grip when she tried pushing them together. Cheyenne was very turned on now and loved how she handled her breasts. Heather had the touch. She ached for her nipples to be sucked on and pinched. That’s how she treated them during masturbation and sex play. Hell, if Heather did that, it was fine by her, at this point.

Once she got turned on, she had a crazy mind, and just wanted to cum, and keep cumming, no matter what. (Her record for the number of orgasms from masturbating was six powerful climaxes in a twenty-minute period. And that was just from using just her fingers. With a vibrator there were four more climaxes in the next twenty minutes. That was a few weeks back. She rarely climaxed with guys, unless she fingered herself during oral or fucking).

Heather began washing and stroking Cheyenne’s pussy and clit like she did her own. It felt slippery and smooth. Heather used her long, soapy fingers to wash her asshole. She unintentionally penetrated it a few inches deep. It was so slippery. Cheyenne loved it and suddenly moaned from a mini-orgasm! “Damn, girl, whadya do?” she whispered. “You’re makin’ it so good!”

“It slipped, sorry,” she whispered back. “That orgasm was real?”

“Oh, yeah, baby, you’re pushing my buttons!”

As hot as it was watching these college girls wash each other’s sexy bodies, Judd told them it was time to move back to the bedroom. They were handed towels. The guys watched them dry each other off, which was another treat. The girls communicated again with their eyes as they dried each other’s wet bodies off. Cheyenne was glad to see arousal in Heather’s eyes and less anxiety. She had never seen her horny like this. When Heather looked deeply into her eyes, she had very mixed-up feelings of sexual attraction and some guilt. Her sexual attraction to Cheyenne was strong, as if something was set free in her mind and body. It felt good to have these feelings for her.

Back to the bedroom, they got on the bed. They sat, clean and nude, on the edge awaiting instructions. They were cooperating now, and Judd seemed to act less threatening. He put the gun down on the side table and was enjoying this hot view. He liked being the man in charge. It was something he was never allowed to be, the way he was raised under the thumb of his older brothers and abusive dad. Now he was the man in control. He looked them over and said, “Now that you’re cleaned up, it’s time to start makin’ out.”

“Have you ever kissed each other before?”

The shook their heads.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

Again, they shook their heads, although it wasn’t totally true. (The most Heather did was the non-romantic, quick peck on the lips, the way she’d kiss an aunt or her mom. Cheyenne had a drunken make out one time during a party. She barely remembered the girl who made moves on her. She remembers the girl fondling her breasts drunkenly. In her mind that one didn’t really count.)

They scooted closer together and looked at Judd. “Whaddaya waitin’ for? You better do some kissin’ and do it good--or we’ll fucken rape you bitches!”

They looked at each other for a moment, startled by his threats. They knew it was time. Heather said, “Sorry, I--” Heather said. Cheyenne cut in, “I know, I know.”

The girl’s lips met for the first time. It was a gentle, tentative “first kiss”. A light kiss--a surprisingly nice, first kiss. Under the dire circumstances it was like their oasis of sanity. (Everything in life is about “context”. In this context, the joining of their mouths felt reassuring. They had the stage now, and a sense of control. The affection wasn’t fake. It was lovely.) After the short kiss, they looked to Judd for approval. He smiled, holding his rigid cock in his scabby hand, swollen and dripping pre-cum. Rex was jacking off harder now.

The girls kissed again. This time a much longer, deeper kiss--truly a make out. Cheyenne took the dominant role as was her nature. Her tongue probed Heather’s timid tongue and she responded in kind. They were soon passionately French kissing. This was the real thing now, not just a show. Feelings that had been blunted, ignored, or set aside, were suddenly flowing through their lips and tongues like an electrical current. They made out like reunited lovers. These two straight girls making out like lesbians was a beautiful thing to experience.

Anything could happen. They knew this. As long as they entertained their abductors, they’d survive. It was moment to moment. They made out a solid five minutes. Cheyenne liked how it felt to kiss a girl--and specifically Heather. She kissed so well. It was making her pussy ache for orgasms. This was exciting and strange at the same time.

Heather, too, was deep into the passion. Cheyenne’s lips and tongue felt different than any guy she’d ever kissed. Most guys were rough and lacked sensitivity. She felt safe and protected kissing her friend. She wanted more.

“You gotta touch each other when you kiss,” Judd said.

Following his demands, their hands roamed over each other’s naked breasts. Touching in the shower felt really good and Heather wanted to feel Cheyenne’s naked breasts again. Though that desire kept surprising her, in the moment it felt so right. Cheyenne stimulated Heather’s nipples between her thumb and index finger, pulling on them. Heather loved that. It made her pussy drool on to the mattress. Her clitoris was hard, tingling and aching to be sucked and fingered to orgasm.

The girls got into heavy petting while still passionately making out--reaching down between their legs and rubbing each other’s pussy lips and clits. Both were very wet. Judd and Rex stroked and watched. Judd would occasionally throw out a line like, “That’s it! Go for it!” They didn’t need instructions anymore.

Cheyenne gently pulled Heather down with her on the sheets, so they lay side by side on the bed. Their mouths stayed locked in heavy kissing. It felt intoxicating. Each pondered why they hadn’t done this before at the dorms? It took “this” to make it happen?

The pleasures from kissing another girl few girls experienced. Guys were hot, too, but in a different way, and nothing compares to a big, hard angry cock to suck on or fuck, but--a female’s body like their own--was so sexy and desirable. They were both thinking this but wouldn’t say it out loud in those moments. Not the time nor place for that. For all the fear they had in this abduction, their new-found affection was the one good thing that came out of it. They found a temporary escape in each other’s bodies and desires.