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Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan
11/0-9/02, revision 2/03
(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang; exhibitionism; anal;
prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind control; rape)
Part 3
Melissa rolled to her side, groaning as dim awareness surfaced. The room was
completely dark. She shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the
hard mattress beneath her. Something was wrong, though she wasn't sure exactly
what. She blinked, and looked at the red numbers of the alarm clock, 4:00. Her
husband was pressed against her right side. That was strange, he usually lay
to her left. She was trying to figure why she was seeing red numbers, and not
blue numbers on the clock, when she put a questioning hand against Jeff's back,
and found none of the hair that she expected.
With that she quickly became completely awake. She sat up, pushing the covers
down. Even in the dark, it was obviously not her bedroom. Panic clutched at
her throat. She looked beside her, almost against her will, and relaxed
fractionally, when she realized that it was Kathy snoring quietly beside her.
Her friend was naked from the waist up, and she realized with no small
embarrassment she was totally naked. A fragment of memory from the last time
she'd awoken so disoriented made her reach to her crotch and right breast,
fearful of what she would find, but no new rings were in evidence.
Pushing at Kathy's shoulder, she reached blindly for the bed side lamp, and
turned it on. She reached belatedly for the covers to hide herself, but the
room was empty. Kathy groaned, rolling over onto her back, still unaware of
anything, as Melissa ran to the window and looked out, trying to ignore the
now familiar fullness between her legs. She already knew that it wasn't the
squalor of a 'cheater's motel', based on the quality of the furnishing. A
brightly lit city stretched out far below her, but it wasn't Kansas City.
Her breath caught, as she realized where she was. She saw the flickering neon
names lighting 'the Strip', and knew, but couldn't imagine how they'd gotten
to Vegas.
"Melissa?" Kathy asked, as she awoke, and started to realize that something
was wrong.
She sat up, as Melissa turned back towards her, gasping as she looked back at
her friend's naked body. "What's... Oh, God!" Kathy groaned, staring at
Melissa in equal shock, then down at her own naked body.
Melissa eyed her own torso, a sob escaping her throat, as she saw the lewd
teddy bear, no, mouse marring her pubes. She wiped at it, wishing it were
painted on, but knowing better.
"Oh God." Melissa moaned and then asked, searching her friend's face for
answers, "What happened to us?"
"I don't know." Kathy answered, an audible quake in her voice. She glanced
around, stepping to the clothes cabinet and pulling on a robe. She threw a
second one to Melissa, who was already searching the drawers.
"What about our clothes?" Melissa asked in quiet wail.
The women searched the suite, finding none of their clothes, and worse, none
of their other belongings. Kathy saw the video tape first. Melissa had tried
the phone, but the clerk had no idea to whom the room had been checked out to,
or rather would not provide that information, hotel policy the harsh voice
intoned, before the connection died.
Kathy got her friend's attention, and then slid the tape into the player with
shaking hands. The tape hissed to life, showing no fewer than seven men in
what they realized belatedly was a small jet. The camera passed over them
initially at chest height, showing everyone was clothed. The screen went dark,
and a moment later it showed them stripping. Then they were showing themselves
off in front of the camera and the strangers.
Kathy gasped when the tape jumped again, showing her masturbating feverishly,
the sounds of her moans audible through the speaker. She didn't realize that
she didn't yet have the tattoo. Melissa pointed that out softly, as the frame
shifted to show her matching performance on the opposite side of the aisle.
The frame shifted again, and the women heard themselves asking to join the
mile high club, after which there began an endless session during which one
man after another fucked their apparently willing bodies.
Melissa rocked silently, as she watched the first man take her, a heavy set
black man, with a thick, strangely bent penis. After a brief, but intense
coupling he stiffened, thrusting into her fully and saying, "Ahhh, take my
load slut! Tell me how much you like it!" after which she heard her own voice
answer, "I like it. Give it to me."
Melissa stood stiffly and scrambled into the shower, where Kathy joined her a
moment later. The women were relieved that the shower head was detachable, and
douched as best as they could, paying no attention to the fact that they were
doing such intimate activities together. Long after the hot water had run out,
they exited the oversized stall, and after drying off, sat together on the
couch in the main room in front of the TV.
"We have to know." Melissa said quietly, after a time. It scared her how quiet
Kathy was. Her friend nodded stiffly, then picked up the remote. As they
watched the seemingly endless tape, each had to stop it repeatedly at first,
but by the end, they were instead fast forwarding through the intolerable
sections, rather than breaking down in tears. Again, neither had any memory of
what had happened, but the images were more than plain.
"Jeff would leave me." Melissa said, as she took a halting breath, "What
happened to us? Why are we here?"
Kathy shook her head helplessly. "I wish I knew. All I remember is that waiter
with the drinks."
Melissa nodded. "We had the special. A Blue something."
"That's right." Kathy paused. "Why do I think that he wasn't a waiter?"
Both women sat in misery, their eyes still glued to the screen. The same
disgusting man who'd been the first in Melissa, was finishing in Kathy, and
the brunette nodded at the screen, glancing at her friend, "Fred's sort of...
prejudiced. One look at this, and he'd probably kill me."
"What do we do?" Melissa asked, looking to her friend, who simply shrugged.
"I can't just call home, "Hey honey, I was kidnaped and gang raped, and I
don't remember any of it, but now I'm naked in a hotel suite in Las Vegas with
no clothes or money. Oh, and you know those piercings? You won't believe the
souvenir that I have now." He'd have his lawyer in the kitchen and a
restraining order keeping me from the kids, before he thought about wiring me
any money for a ticket home."
Kathy nodded, her husband's reaction could only be worse. The screen had gone
blank, and the women sat there staring at it for a moment.
"What should we do with it?" Melissa murmured.
"Burn it. But it's only a copy, of course. We're well and truly screwed."
Kathy brooded for a moment, standing abruptly and walking to the window, "It's
like this is a gilded cage, you know? I would've given anything to be in a
place like this with Fred, but this... this is horrible."
Melissa nodded her agreement, starting when the picture cleared suddenly, and
a voice boomed over the TV speaker.
"Hello sluts!" it said. The camera was on, but it was the cameraman speaking.
They were obviously asleep on the bed where they'd awakened, Melissa's legs
spread and a steady trickle of cum running down her inner thigh. Kathy was on
her stomach, and as the camera panned down, the photographer's cock was
pictured, thrust fully into the brunette's ass. As they watched, he pulled out
for an amazing distance, before slipping free of her pucker, which remained
obscenely open, glistening in the camera's light, where his jism coated her
sphincter.
"Now you know why you're sore there." the voice continued, his smile something
they could hear, as the camera panned back to Melissa, zooming in on her jism
smeared thigh, "and this is mine. You loved it," he added. "You've probably
guessed, that you've been quite naughty girls in the last 12 hours. I'd guess
you've had more men than either of you had before you were married." He paused
for effect. Melissa shivered, Jeff had been her only, until... She glanced at
Kathy, who nodded and held up three fingers.
The voice continued. "I'll bet that you're wondering how you got here? I'd
tell you, but then you'd be tempted to use this tape in a way I don't want it
used, so when you're ready to talk, just dial 1578, and ask for Tom, that's
why little Jerry is there by your nice little pussies, so you'll remember who
I am. I'll stop by after you call. And I wouldn't try to leave if I were you,
there are better copies of the tape, as well as some other pictures..." the
camera panned to the bed beside Melissa's naked flesh, and several Polaroids
were held out, so they could see images of each woman sucking and fucking the
same gigantic erection, sans condom, in Melissa's car, "So if you try to get
home without money, and wearing the hotel issued robes, you'll still have some
explaining to do. I especially like what you say on the video, though that
can't be faked, can it?"
The screen went to static, and Kathy walked back over, turning the tape off
with a vicious jab.
"That arrogant fuck! He thinks he can do this to us and get away with it." The
tirade died, as she realized how badly off they were. Melissa was sobbing on
the couch, and after another moment, Kathy went to comfort her friend. When
Melissa had regained some control, Kathy stood up, and moved towards the
telephone, paging through the binder lying beside the phone. When she picked
up, Melissa gasped.
"What are you...?" but Kathy held up a finger, to quite her, and then calmly
asked for soft drinks, bottled water, Caesar salads, and two of the
tremendously expensive entrees. She hung up and smiled.
"The least we can do is enjoy the amenities, before we see what that prick
wants."
Melissa couldn't hide her smile, though she wondered if they would pay for it
in the end for that act of defiance.
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Melissa stated.
Kathy nodded, then shrugged. "Who knows... maybe he wants industrial secrets
from our husbands or something." both women smiled in disbelief. Kathy patted
Melissa's bare knee and added, "Let's just wait and see what he says."
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