David Brown: The suck wives

Two minutes later, they were flipping the girls over on their stomachs and covering them with blankets. After the girls were tucked in tightly, the men sighed in relief, bent down to kiss the girls' taped mouths, and left the motel room.

Twenty seconds later, their car started and they were gone.

As soon as Wade and Ed had driven away, the two girls began struggling violently. Their grunts and groans were quite loud, even though they were gagged. Karen was flipping from side to side desperately. So, the blankets gave way, and her trussed body emerged into view. Straining to rise to her knees, she lost her balance and, with a squeal of panic, fell from the bed and onto the carpeted floor with a loud, thud.

Diane still had not freed herself from beneath the blankets. She was jerking, trying to lash out with her legs, but her mighty efforts had merely put pressure on her wrists and ankles. With a great sigh, she fell to her side in defeat. Tears welled in her eyes and she sniffed them back.

Recovering, Karen groaned weakly and began rolling on the carpeted floor. The method in which she was tied had rendered her completely helpless, and she could not roll across the room without scraping her knees or knocking the floor with her shoulders or hips. Soon she was so exhausted and sore that, halfway across the room, she fell to the floor and lay still.

Just then Diane went crazy on the bed. Her harsh groans and muffled screams had caused the adrenalin to flow, and in no time at all she had knocked the restraining blankets onto the floor. The effort had exhausted her, and she lay still, breathing heavily, her heart racing.

Karen once again began rolling across the room. Thank God, the bathroom was only a few feet away! She gathered the remains of her strength and rolled over until she was leaning against the doorway. Thank God, the bastards hadn't pulled the door shut! she thought, knocking it open with her shoulder and rolling into the bathroom.

Once inside, she began looking for the knife, and soon whimpered in defeat. It was nowhere to be found! Had the fuckers thrown it down the fuckin' crapper? she thought. Sighing, she lay down on the tiled floor and relaxed for a few minutes. God, she was a wreck! Her hair was all over the place. Her knees, hips and shoulders had been scraped raw from the carpet. She had a splitting headache and an overwhelming urge to throw up. Stupid bitch! she thought, angry at herself. She couldn't throw up with her fuckin' mouth taped! She settled down and tried to relax. Her wrists and ankles were nearly numb from the ropes and from the pressure she had put on them in making it to the bathroom. She tried moving her fingers. They were sluggish, but moved. The important thing was finding the knife before they went completely numb!

With all her strength, she got up on her knees and looked all over the room. She was just about ready to scream her lungs out in despair when she saw the knife in the bottom of the tub.

With two painful hops, she made it to the edge of the tub and hoisted herself onto the rim. However, the method in her legs were doubled up behind her threw her off balance once again, and she cringed in fear when she felt herself falling backward into the bathtub. Everything went black just then. There was a harsh thump of more pain somewhere in her head, and then bright yellow stars flew past her eyes.

Karen lay motionless.

Diane had forced herself into a sitting position on the bed. On her knees, she discovered the position had given her a few inches of slack in her bonds. Her fingers were furiously working with the knots at her ankles. God, they were tight! she thought. The men, obviously, had had experience with knots. She wondered how many other girls had been put through this, how many others those dirty bastards had humiliated and raped.

To her surprise, Diane felt one of the knots giving way. Her fingers went berserk then, and in her special spot she had begun breathing fiercely, jerking and straining at the loosened knot. Her movements, though, were too severe for her position, and she, too, shrieked in terror when she felt herself falling roughly to the floor.

A few minutes later, Karen began grumbling angrily in the bathroom. Recovering from her fall in the tub, she had grabbed hold of Wade's knife and had furiously worked her wrists free. Sighing deeply, she stretched her arms and then relaxed in the tub.

Then she removed the tape from her mouth. Working her numb lips and tongue, she began to feel better. "Those cocksuckin' son of a bitches!" she muttered harshly, growing angry. "Those prick-eatin', pussy-suckin' sons of dead pip!"

Karen cut the ropes binding her ankles and got up slowly. Every muscle in her body ached. She looked in the mirror. Her shoulders and hips were extremely red. Her wrists and ankles had deep-red welts all over them.

Applying cold water to them and drying them off gingerly, Karen gave herself a final glance in the mirror before she went into the bedroom to untie Diane, who was lying limply on the floor.

She immediately cut the rope that had forced Diane's legs back. This done, she pushed the moaning girl onto her side and cut the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. Finally, Karen turned Diane over onto her back and removed the tape from her mouth.

Straddling Diane, Karen took the other girl's wrists and began rubbing them vigorously. The blonde cried out, shuddered, and began to shake her head violently. Karen slapped her cheeks. Diane began breathing more easily. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at the brunette.

"Ya know what we oughta do?" laughed Karen, getting up and falling heavily to the bed. "We oughta find those fuckers and tear 'em apart!"

Diane, groaned, sat up slowly. Then she looked at Karen and glared at her. "You bitch!" she snapped. "This was your idea in the first place!"

"Oh, bullshit," retorted Karen. "Your insides needed a good flushin' out, just like mine. How the fuck was I to know those bastards were perverts?"

"They were good, weren't they?" reflected Diane, suddenly smiling.

"Yep," giggled Karen. "A fuckin' shame they cut out."

The girls looked oddly at each other. Moments later, they broke into laughter.

"All we needed," exclaimed Karen, bubbling with laughter, "was a camera!"

Diane, still laughing, was shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling. "I'll never forget this as long as I live! Imagine – picked up, taken to a motel, fucked by two men, robbed, tied up, gagged, raped, and left for dead… all in the same night!"

They laughed some more.

"Ya' know something, angel?" asked Karen, smiling at her friend.

Diane looked at her.

"I loved every moment of it!"

"So did I!" replied Diane, squealing in excitement.

"Did they take everything?" asked Karen as she sat in front of the mirror, combing her hair.

Diane had been checking their purses. "Everything," she replied, laughing. "Those angels didn't even leave us cab fare."

Karen turned. "How the fuck are we gonna get home?"

Diane held up her thumb.

Karen grimaced. "Oh, shit! I was afraid of that."

"There's no other way."

"I guess not. I just don't like asking people for rides. You have to put up with too much bullshit. And then there's always the chance that you'll get into a car with a fuckin' pervert who's ready to…"

Both girls looked at each other. Then they began laughing.

They lay down in bed, side by side.

"Did'ya bring your dildo with you?" asked Karen.

"Nope. Did you?"

"I didn't think we'd need it."

"We didn't before. Now do we?"

Karen laughed. "Fuck, no!" she growled.

The girls faced each other. Their hands busily massaging one another's titties, they kissed passionately. Karen gasped and swallowed Diane's fat, left nipple. The blonde cried out and suddenly relaxed. Her arms fell limply to the bed. She was already hot and sticky; a trickle of cunt juice dripped from her red slit.