Peter Jensen - Kidnapped bride

"I think you're right, Tim. But… after all that's happened do you think we can? Is it possible?"

"I think so, darling. After all, what's the old saying — love conquers all?"

The young wife smiled, and Tim took her gently in his arms and kissed her warmly on the lips. How good it was to hold her in his arms again, to comfort her and reassure her. Susan returned his kiss with grateful affection, relieved to be held once more by her handsome young husband, feeling safe again at last after her frightening ordeal. Had it been only two days? Even less, really.

"Are you hungry?" Tim asked when they finally broke their warm embrace.

"No… not really. I think I'd like to take a warm bath, though."

"I'll start it for you," her husband said, getting up from the bed and going to the adjoining bathroom. "And Susan…"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

The young wife smiled at her husband and felt a tiny tear begin to trickle slowly down her cheek.

Susan sighed as she sank back into the hot tub, surrounded by glistening bubbles from her bath oil. Her luxuriating young body, aching and weary from the constant sexual assaults during the past forty-eight hours, eagerly welcomed the calming pleasure of a long, relaxing soak. The humiliation and degradation the young wife had endured so recently seemed to fade away like magic as she languidly soaped her curvaceous body letting each stroke wash away the memories of torment and shame. Sighing happily, she finally finished her bath and stepped out of the tub.

Standing before the large bathroom mirror, drying herself with a thick towel, she remembered that her traumatic encounter had begun on Friday evening, just after she had left the bathroom. Suddenly, in rapid montage, all the weekend's events seemed to replay themselves in her mind. She remembered Art's arrival at her front door, looking so handsome and sincere, then revealing himself to her that night as the brutal sadist he really was. And Tanya. How strange it had been to make love to a woman, how oddly exciting despite the fact that she had been forced into it. Finally, there was the depraved orgy — an orgy that had lasted for hours; first her doubled impalement by Sal and Art, and then the last mad debauch in the bedroom until Tim finally returned and brought the police. She remembered how Art had forced her to release her anger, anger she hadn't realized was the source of her fear, by making her stab viciously at her own furniture. It was hard to believe that it had all happened so recently, yet it was true. And they were safely in jail now. Yet, she couldn't help still feeling a certain amount of sympathy and even something akin to warmth toward them all.

Replacing the towel on its rack, the ravaged young blonde stepped out into the bedroom. Tim, who was in bed smoking a cigarette, glanced up as she came into the room and looked startled. For a moment Susan didn't understand his reaction, but then realized why he had such an odd smile on his face. She was completely naked. Normally she put on a robe or negligee when she had finished bathing, but she hadn't even thought about it this time. She realized with a start that she no longer was ashamed of her nakedness. After the past two days, how was that possible? She had been completely naked with total strangers. In the back of her mind she realized that perhaps she had learned a lot more than she thought.

"You look incredible," Tim remarked as his widened eyes traveled up and down the full length of her milk-white young body, lingering on the pointed upthrust mounds of her softly pulsing breasts and slowly taking in her full curving hips and tapered legs. He couldn't help but notice a change in her, not just the fact that she was standing completely nude before him with no apparent shame, but there was an atmosphere about her — a sense of womanliness and allure that had been the one missing element before. There was no doubt about it, she was a different woman now, vastly different from the frightened creature he had left on Monday. "Susan, I've never seen you so beautiful."

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice taking on a pleasant, somewhat husky quality he had never noticed before. "You look awfully good to me too."

Tim laughed softly and threw back the covers, revealing that he, too, was completely naked. Susan glanced down in unabashed admiration at his slender muscular form. The young couple exchanged warm smiles, and their eyes locked together fully and directly, establishing a steady current of unspoken affection and love. Immediately Tim's thick cock began to lurch into erection until finally it stood up proudly from the furry tangle of his pubic hair, swelling with eager desire.

His young wife gazed openly at his hotly pulsing genitals, and a teasing smile crossed her lips.

"I thought you'd be tired from your trip, but I guess not," she remarked slyly.

"To tell you the truth, I was, but not any more." He rose slowly from the bed, never once taking his eyes from the stunning vision of his wife standing like a shimmering Venus before him, no longer frightened and trembling, but sure and confident. "I thought you'd be tired too… after all you've been through."

"I should be… but I'm not tired at all. What was it you said earlier? Love conquers all?"

"Did I say that? Well, well, well…"

As if drawn by the magnetism of their steadily mounting excitement Tim and Susan moved toward each other, breathing faster and faster as lusty passion began to ripple through their naked young bodies. Finally they stood face to face and suddenly reached out their hands and clasped each other in a feverish embrace, their lips meeting hungrily as they showered each other with hot kisses. Tim slid his hands down to the softly curving roundness of his ardent wife's white hips, then upwards over the trembling plane of her stomach, until they came to rest on the resiliently pulsing flesh of her taut breasts. He massaged them hungrily, reveling in the silky smooth texture of those pliant mounds, no longer cold with resistance but quiveringly hot and alive. He squeezed the little buds of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers until they stood out proudly erect.

In response, Susan's hands dropped down to grip the rigid girth of her young husband's thick swollen cock, and deftly pulled away the soft covering of velvety foreskin, exposing the purplish blood-filled head that pulsed in lustful anticipation. Then, in a sudden, unexpected move, she dropped to her knees before him and took the throbbing head into her mouth, avidly closing her wet glistening lips around it.

"Unnnngggghhhhh!" Tim moaned with pleasure as she took his cock all the way into the moist interior of her mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his desire-bloated little glans while her teasing fingers closed around his huge swaying balls and kneaded them softly. Closing her eyes, the sensually-awakened young wife savored the delicious sensation of having her husband's hot rigid penis in her mouth as it slid up into the farthest recesses of her expanding throat.

Tim gripped the curly tresses of her light-brown hair in ecstasy, scarcely believing that his formerly frigid young wife was rapidly becoming everything he had ever hoped she would be. His mind became filled with lewd erotic thoughts as he fantasized all the delightful love-play that was possible between them now. Susan began to increase the tempo of her eager sucking, fondling his balls enticingly as she brought her delighted husband quickly to the point of seething arousal. He began to plunge his excited penis in and out of her yielding throat. while she gripped his tautly flexing buttocks with her roving hands and kneaded them rhythmically as he thrust his pelvis back and forth in growing frenzy.

"Oh Christ, baby," he moaned suddenly, "let me fuck you… it's been so long…"