Chapter 5: Friday Night (continued)

Week 4 to February Half Term

Sam and Al each caught up with me at some time during the week, sometimes more than once; and Young Henry and Terry met me each night. The boys were untiring and judging by their eruptions and my underwear, incredibly fecund. They also had ideas well beyond their years regarding sex and I could tell they were seeking greater thrills and experiences each time they got my clothes off. I suspected that the Higgins family could be putting ideas into their heads.

I was right!

When I arrived at the car on the Friday before half term, I could see the boys were “wired”. First, they demanded blowjobs but after just a few minutes, they called a halt and pulling my scarf from my bag, blindfolded me. They then fastened my hands behind my back with plastic ties which they must have brought with them.

I began to feel alarmed at the change in their routine and demeanour, more so when I found there was no give in the ties and my struggles had been observed with the result that they also fastened my feet. I was even less happy when I heard the car start.

I assumed initially that were heading for Otis’s but I got the impression we were going in the wrong direction. A long climb up a rough road convinced me I was correct.

Still blindfolded, I was pulled from the car and manhandled into a space which smelled of hay, engine oil and manure. I could hear voices around me.

I was nervous not knowing what was happening, where I was and what these voices portended. My mouth was dry and I asked for the bottle of water from my bag. “Have this one” a voice said, and a plastic bottle was placed in my still bound hands. Thirsty, I chugged down most of the bottle in a most unladylike way. Too late I realised that the water had the same faint spicy/metallic taste and odour as the water I had been drugged with previously.

My too-late memory was confirmed a few minutes later as a feeling of languorous well-being seeped through my body, and it was as if my mind had been dulled.

They left my blindfold in place but released my hands and I rubbed my wrists where the plastic ties had gripped them. I felt hands removing my blouse and skirt and heard male comments of appreciation as my body was revealed and made no objection as the hands continued in removing my bra and panties.

Another voice said drink this and a second plastic bottle was placed in my hands, and I obediently took a long drink barely aware that the water was removing the remnants of my ability to think. Hands stroked my breasts and sex, fingers toyed with my pussy lips and anus while my skin seemed to buzz whenever and wherever I was touched.

Still blindfolded, I was led around in a rough circle where other hands fondled my breasts, my sex and other parts of my body before I was taken to a low box or bed and pressed backwards down onto it.

My blindfold was removed, a large light immediately above immediately stole my restored vision but I could just see a young boy position himself between my legs and insert a small but stiff penis into my pussy to loud applause and calls of encouragement as he thrust himself in and out.

Despite the light I could just make out a number of men’s faces, apparently seated in a rough circle around me and “very close to the action.” The boy abusing my body was no “elephant dong”, but he was still stirring things in my body and my buttocks lifted to meet his thrusts as though programmed. The “slap-slap” of his flesh on mine was quite erotic and sent quivers through my body.

It took him sometime to reach a climax and my legs automatically circled his buttocks and pulled him into me as a look of terror crossed his face, his body (particularly his throbbing penis) stiffened and he gave a weird cry as his testicles pumped what seemed like a never ending flood of juice into my womb.