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Vacation by S J Lewis Ebook ordering Cover Image by Tony Ryan Author of the newly released Hunting Party

Hands Up Now! by S J Lewis, D/s forced sex
An evening of fun turns into a nightmare, when two female cops, Claudia and Dianne, suddenly find themselves at a deserted farmhouse, being held at gunpoint...
 
Copyrighted © 2003 S J Lewis, all rights reserved.  

    The two couples danced for a while—sometimes switching partners. Rom was an adequate dancer, but he did not feel as oddly comfortable as Sam did, nor as skillful. At one point, she saw Sam lean down to whisper something into Dianne’s ear, and she felt an irrational surge of jealousy when Dianne laughed out loud at whatever he’d said.

    By the time it was time to leave, Claudia realized that she was ready and willing to be seduced. Dianne was in much the same state, clinging happily to Rom’s arm, her eyes sparkling. The men ushered the women out to Dianne’s minivan. Sam drove, Claudia sitting next to him. In the back seat, Rom and Dianne cuddled and kissed. Feeling strangely girlish, Claudia moved closer to Sam and rested her head on his shoulder. Once he was clear of the parking lot and out on the wide county highway, he put his arm around her. It felt good.

    They came to the turnoff for the resort and Sam drove straight on past it.  

    “What’s…you missed the turn.” Claudia sat up, looking at Sam.

    “Goin’ someplace first, Red,” he grinned at her.

    “Oh?” Claudia arched her brows. “Where?”

    He just chuckled, drew her back close to him. She resisted for just a moment before yielding. She’s been feeling nicely warm, cozy and amorous….now it all had an edge to it, sharp as a knife. He’d planned something….what? She shuddered minutely, and his arm hugged her a bit tighter. She looked up at him one more time, but he was intent on his driving now. She could hear Dianne’s ragged breathing from the back seat, a low grunt from Rom.

    They went out into the country a few miles, finally turning onto a gravel road that wound around behind some trees. Well back from the main road, and hidden behind those trees, was an old farmstead. The old two-story farmhouse was dark and dead looking, but there was a glimmer of light coming from the old barn. Claudia’s eyes widened as she saw it, and she stiffened, mouth partly open in surprise and shock.

“You talk in your sleep, little girl,” he had said. How much had she talked? What had she said? Claudia swallowed nervously. Her heart was beginning to beat faster, her mouth felt dry.

    Sam pulled to a stop by the barn, killed the engine, doused the lights. “All out,” he announced.

    Feeling strangely numb, Claudia let Sam assist her out of the minivan as Rom did for Dianne. Dianne looked a bit rumpled and out-of-breath. Sam had a strong grip on her upper arm as he ushered Claudia into the barn through a battered old wooden door. The light inside came from some gas lamps hung from the rafters. Their low hissing sounded somehow ominous.

    Rom and Sam propelled the two women forward of them. Claudia and Dianne took a few small steps forward before grinding to an uncertain halt. They looked at each other, wide-eyed, Dianne not sure what was going on, Claudia only too sure of it.

    “What?” Dianne began. She got no further before two ski-masked men stepped out in front of them. One held a pump shotgun. He worked the action with a jarring metallic clash before leveling it at the two women. “Hands up!” he barked. “Now!”

    Dianne’s hands went up quickly. Claudia raised hers more slowly, heart thumping wildly. It was THAT dream….only it was NOT a dream, it was real, it was happening! She half-turned to look for Sam and Rom. They were there, but they had shed their jackets and donned black ski masks too. Sam had retrieved a shotgun from somewhere himself, and he leveled it at Claudia. She could just picture his feral grin through the mask.

    “Up against the wall,” he ordered the women. “You know the position. Move!”

The barrel of the shotgun jerked towards a high plank wall. Claudia and Dianne stumbled towards it through the loose straw. They raised their hands, spread them wide and put them against the rough planks, leaning against the wall and spreading their legs. Dianne looked over at Claudia with a wild gleam in her eye for a moment, and Claudia realized that her friend thought she had set this up. She gulped. In a way, she had.

    Hard hands frisked them, a bit too thoroughly as they lingered on their legs, moving up under their skirts. Staring straight at the rough plank wall, Claudia wondered who was doing it to her. She heard a startled little squeak from Dianne.

    The men frisking them moved away. “All right!” Sam barked. “Turn around and keep your hands up!”

    The women complied. Claudia noted that the shotguns were still leveled at them, and hoped that they weren’t really loaded. It was THAT dream, all right, except that she and Dianne ought to be in police uniforms. Even so, the whole scene had a dreamlike feel of inevitability to it, as if it were a replay of something which had happened before. The four men looked them over for a long moment.

    “Kinda pretty for cops,” Sam said. He looked at Claudia. “You there!” he said with a small jerk of the shotgun. “Strip!”

    “Or what?” Claudia countered. “You’ll shoot me?”

    “Hell, no,” he chuckled nastily. The barrel moved to point at Dianne. “I’ll shoot her.”

    Claudia tried to control her breathing. There was a faint, metallic taste in her mouth. Slowly lowering her hands, she sought the zipper to her dress and began pulling it down.

    “Faster,” Sam ordered.

     Getting her shoes off was awkward. She had to balance herself precariously on one foot as she unbuckled the ankle strap and removed the pump, then repeat the process with her other foot. She shed the dress, then her brassiere, finally her panties. She started to cover herself with her hands.

    “Uh-uh,” Sam gestured with the shotgun. “Back up against the wall, cop.”

    Claudia obeyed. She heard Sam say to Dianne: “You, too, cop. Same deal.” And then the cold metal muzzle of the shotgun was against the base of her spine. Not too long afterwards, Dianne was braced against the wall beside her, naked.

    The shotgun muzzle didn’t move, but one of the other men came over to Claudia and began taking her jewelry: Earrings, small gold necklace, the slim bracelet.. Another man did the same to Dianne. It was odd, but now Claudia felt especially naked. Her jewelry taken, the man moved away.

    “Very nice,” Sam said. The shotgun muzzle moved away. “Be a shame to waste all that.” A hand caressed her hip, more possessively than affectionately. The same hand came around to fondle and squeeze a breast in the same way. “Be a real shame.” There was a short pause, and then Claudia heard the unmistakable metallic clinking of handcuffs.

    Two men grabbed Claudia by her arms and pushed her face down into the straw, twisting her hands behind her. She struggled-uselessly, she knew, as they locked her wrists behind her with the cold, heavy handcuffs. She had a brief glimpse of Dianne still braced against the wall, looking down at her wide-eyed. Rom was holding a shotgun against the base of her spine, keeping her still. As soon as Claudia was secured, they gave Dianne the same rough treatment. The hay strewn on the floor tickled and poked at breasts, bellies, thighs. Claudia sneezed once as some dust got up into her nose.

     The two women lay side by side on the floor. Dianne turned a questioning face to Claudia, as if to ask her if all this were her idea. Claudia couldn’t answer, and turned her head away. A part of her was scared. This whole situation was completely out of her control, and they were way, way out in the country with no one else to see or hear what happened. And yet…she felt almost intoxicated due to the exact same circumstances, her body beginning to tingle all over

    On your back.” Sam ordered Dianne, prodding her with the shotgun. She obeyed, keeping her legs primly together. “You, too.” He prodded Claudia next. She rolled onto her back, then deliberately raised her knees, parting them.

    “This is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked in a strained voice. “Well, damn you, come on!”

    Sam chuckled wickedly. “We’re doin’ this MY way, cop!” he told her. He gestured with the shotgun to the other men. “Get ‘er up on ‘er feet.”

     Jake and Rom grabbed her each by an arm and hauled her painfully upright in front of Sam. Claudia glared at him defiantly. It was so much a part of THAT dream that she did it without thinking about it. Sam grinned and slapped her, hard enough to stun her for a moment. She would have fallen if the other men hadn’t kept her up. Still grinning, Sam brought the barrel of the shotgun up between her legs, as if she were astride a broomstick. The touch of the cold metal made her gasp. That had never been a part of the dream, but the crude suggestion and brutal threat of it fit perfectly. He slid the smooth, chill barrel back and forth, slowly, seeming to enjoy the expression on her face. Claudia’s mouth sagged half open for a moment. Then, she shuddered and closed her eyes, her head dropping. It was too much, too much. She felt him withdraw the shotgun…slowly…and the sensation made her shudder. Then he brought the end of the barrel up under her chin, tilting her head back up so that she had to look up into his eyes. His eyes were terribly intense, boring right into hers.

     “On your knees, cop,” he ordered.

     Still supported by Jake and Rom, Claudia sank slowly to her knees. She knew what was coming next, and was surprised to find that she was salivating, anticipating his cock in her mouth. He kept the muzzle of the shotgun right under her chin the whole time. If he hadn’t, she knew her mouth would already be open, hungry, waiting. The fact that three other men, plus Dianne, were there, watching, made it all the more intense. She tugged furtively at the handcuffs that fettered her, and her hands clenched into tight fists. It was THAT dream, now real.

     She looked very, very good kneeling there in the straw. Whether she knew it or not, her hips were making those little rotating motions again. Her pretty green eyes had lost focus, and her nipples were swollen. She was all primed for it, ready to go. He’d been able to put a lot together from what she’d said in her sleep. He chucked her lightly under her chin with the shotgun muzzle, and she whimpered. Time to pitch her the first curve, introduce a little uncertainty.

     He nodded towards Jake. “Go on,” he said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her eyes get back a little of that focus, saw the beginnings of a frown on her face, and then Jake grunted happily and stepped between them as he moved the shotgun away. She started to make some sound of protest, then yelped as Rom grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her still. He heard Jake unzipping.

     “Suck it, cop,” Jake growled at her. “C’mon, bitch, SUCK it!” He gave her a slap across her face for encouragement.

     He stepped to one side for a better look just in time to see Red open her mouth, her eyes closed. Jake took her by her hair as Rom let go, and thrust the head of his cock between her lips. He started to move her head back and forth roughly, twisting her hair in his grip at the same time. Red gave a muffled whimper, her eyes shut tight.

     Beyond them, he could see Dee (Diane) wriggling uncomfortably on her belly in the straw, unable to get up because Hub had one booted foot in the small of her back, keeping her pinned. He laid the shotgun aside carefully, as if it really were loaded, and went over to her, crouching down next to her and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He used the grip to pull her head up, uncomfortably, to look at him. Little Dee looked almost scared. She licked her lips nervously, her eyes shifting from his to Red’s back. Red was getting pretty noisy now, muffled grunts and whimpers as Jake kept shoving himself deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her arms twisted, up, down, back and forth as she fought the handcuffs that trapped her wrists. She looked very, very good from this angle too. He shifted his attention back to Dee.

     “Feelin’ left out?” he grinned down at her. “Well, c’mon then,”

     He hauled her to her feet with a little help from Hub, and towed her over next to Red. He made her kneel next to her partner, still holding her by her hair as he unzipped his own slacks one-handed. Red’s noises and struggling had him almost painfully hard already, and he gave Dee no time to get ready before he forced his own cock into her mouth. Dee protested, looking up at him with a “no…no…” in her eyes. In response, he thrust himself in deeper, moving her head back and forth rapidly until she quit fighting it and began sucking and licking, almost desperately, on her own. Alongside, Red seemed to have gotten the same idea finally. Jake still had her by her hair, but he wasn’t using it to force her pace any more. She was taking him in deep, then pulling back, then taking him deep in again, making tiny nasal grunts with each stroke. Her eyes were closed. Behind her, her hands still fluttered weakly in the handcuffs.