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A Quiet Little Town
 

A tint of orange was already in the sky as Mark and Helen drove along the 
lake. Being the middle of Fall, the days were already noticeably shorter. 
The roads were mostly devoid of traffic, which was certainly welcome to 
the young couple. 

Their honeymoon was an unusual one. Instead of traveling to a gorgeous 
beach in a tropical climate, they had instead opted for a very remote, 
very lonely stay in the near- wilderness of northern Michigan. They still 
planned to hit the beaches in Cancun or Key West, but they decided that 
trip would be best during the coming cold winter. For now, their trip 
consisted of a week in a private cabin nestled deep in the woods for a 
week, followed by three days of driving along the shore of Lake Superior 
before catching a plane and heading home. 

Helen snuggled close to her new husband, a permanent smile graced her lips 
as she took in the scenery. The stay in the cabin had been wonderful, 
romantic, and full of satisfying sex, but the scenery had actually grown 
to familiarity and there was something wonderful about wondering what they 
would encounter around each turn and in each town. The first day of the 
trip was behind them, and now the second was drawing to a close as the 
Fall sun was starting to approach the western horizon. 

With no schedule to meet, except their plane ride home, Mark and Helen 
took their stops at leisure. They did have bookings in three separate 
hotels along the journey, but the check-in times were extremely flexible. 
So when they approached a series of old- fashion homes and found 
themselves on a Main Street with the quaintest shops, they eagerly parked 
their SUV and got out to explore. 

The number of people was low, but there was still some life moving up and 
down the street. Being after Labor Day, the prime tourist season was over. 
But the weather was unusually warm, summer weather really, and the people 
basked in the late-season sun in shorts and t-shirts. 

Evidently most of the people were locals, Helen reasoned as she noticed 
the people stop their motions and start in her and Marks direction. 
Apparently they were surprised to see them. Regardless, a number of them 
approached Mark and Helen offering "hellos" and "how-do-you-dos." 

"Where are you from?" they asked. Mark and Helen answered. 

"Why are you here so late in the year?" they explained a little about 
their honeymoon. 

Congratulations flowed readily, and Helen half-expected one of the older 
women to invite them for dinner. Instead, a stranger question arose from a 
man who had mostly remained silent. He was a younger man, at least 
compared to the others. He was also dressed much more formally in a suit 
and tie. Atop his head was a black derby hat. 

"Have you been to our gift shop?" he inquired. 

Mark and Helen both answered no. The other townsfolk grew quiet after the 
question and looked at the man in the derby. 

"You really should go, they have some lovely things." 

"Yes, lovely things" a few of the others joined in. "Go to the gift shop, 
you're sure to find something very nice." 

"They would love to have you." The man in the derby added, seemingly 
addressing Helen directly. 

"Ok." Mark smiled. "We will check it out. Where is it?" The crowd pointed 
in unison over Mark's shoulder. About forty yards away was a very nice 
old-looking house. It appeared to be near the edge of a cliff of sorts, as 
the reflecting light of Lake Superior flashed in their eyes from behind 
the shop. 


"Shall we?" Mark offered his arm to Helen. She took it with a grin and 
waved goodbye to the strangers. She chuckled together at the blatant 
attempt for tourist dollars. Without speaking, they assumed the same thing 
in that all they would find would be cheap trinkets and postcards. 

They entered the gift hop, giddy with the delight of exploration and the 
romance of the honeymoon. Sure, they would buy something as a remembrance 
of the trip and the friendly locals. The house itself was completely 
charming, right down to the white picket fence surrounding the property. 
The shop seemed mostly empty, but they did notice a few people browsing 
the items. In addition, they noticed an older woman, probably the owner, 
behind a register. She was smiling at them, as if she could recognize and 
share in their joy from one glimpse. She didn't speak at first, not until 
Mark and Helen took a few more steps into the store and broke their eyes 
from each other long enough to survey the multitude of collectibles 
surrounding them. 

"Hello." the said with a particularly broad smile. Her eyes seemed lit up, 
and her face full of excitement. Mark reasoned they must have looked like 
sure-fire customers for the woman to be so pleased with their arrival. 

Mark and Helen returned the greeting and then made their way about the 
store. They didn't look with any particular interest. They just noted the 
wind chimes, the cuckoo-clocks, the coasters and the many other items to 
themselves. Mark secretly hoped he could find some little memento, some 
symbolic purchase, that his new wife would cherish the rest of their 
lives. But he didn't want her to see him buy it. He released her hand 
nonchalantly, and she seemed to interested in some blankets she was eyeing 
down a flight of stairs in the other section of the shop. She moved to the 
short flight of steps and Mark knew he had a golden opportunity. He 
rationalized he should just go to the old woman and ask if they had 
anything particularly wonderful buried in all their junk. He stepped over 
to her. He was about to speak but she hadn't turned to face him. She was 
still watching Helen. Intently. Mark waited a moment, and still the woman 
did not break her gaze. Perhaps she was concerned with shoplifters, Mark 
reasoned. He decided to search for the memento on his own. He turned his 
back to the woman, and started to walk away. 

"You have a very lovely wife." 

Mark turned to her, figuring she would now be able to help him. She was 
still staring at Helen, almost as if she was analyzing her. 

"Thank you." Mark returned to his search. 

Helen, meanwhile, had been examining the soft blankets that lined several 
shelves. She didn't rally plan to buy one, unless she found just the right 
combination of colors and softness. 

"May I help you find anything?" 

Helen looked over her shoulder to the old man who had just walked up to 
her. 

"No, thanks, I'm just browsing." 

"I see. Well, please feel free to ask for any assistance." 

"Thank you, I will." Helen smiled the man, but he didn't notice it. His 
eyes were moving up and down Helen's body. This wasn't unusual for her, as 
men often had a tendency to familiarize themselves with her curves, 
proportions, and shape before paying her any real attention. But the fact 
this old shopkeeper was checking her out made her somewhat amused and 
uncomfortable at the same time. 

She returned to examining the selection of blankets. She laughed inwardly 
of the old man and his eye for the young ladies. 

"You know, we do have another room of merchandise if you fail to find 
anything here that interests you." 

"Really? I thought this and the upper level were the whole store." 

"Most of the time they are, my dear. Most of the time they are. Please, 
follow me." 

Helen was a little confused by his statement but followed as asked. The 
man led her to a door that had an "Employees Only" sign above it. Had the 
man been younger, and had her new husband not been with her, Helen would 
have never followed him. But as it was, she felt little threat from the 
shopkeeper, even as he had to unlock the door to gain entrance. She did, 
however, stay back until he turned the light in the room on and she saw 
that sure enough, there were shelves and displays and merchandise in the 
room. She followed him in. 

The door shut behind them and the old man put his hand on Helen's 
shoulder. But it was a nice, friendly old man way not a seducing, or 
possibly worse, sexual way. 

"Please feel free to take your time. I'm sure you can find something in 
here that you will like." 

Helen stepped away as the man stayed at the door. She wondered why they 
kept part of the store locked off from their customers. But the answer 
became evident as she really looked the items for sale. The first to catch 
her eye were some little sculptures. They appeared well-crafted and 
professional, but each figured a couple in differing sexual positions. 
From standard missionary to sideways to well depicted from-behind action. 

Helen wanted to laugh a bit, and wondered if the old man had sculpted them 
himself. One thing she was certain of: he got more than a little pleasure 
by bringing attractive young women into the room and displaying his 
"merchandise." 

She looked around the rest of the room. She started walking as she gazed 
at the items for sale. The sculptures went from those of couples to those 
of threesomes and foursomes. All depicted multiple men, but only one 
woman. 

"I'm sorry, I don't think anything here interests me." 

"Are you sure? What about over here?" 

He lead Helen to the next aisle. The shelves here were lined with 
vibrators and dildos of varying length. 

"These models are especially unique." 

Did she dare ask? "Why is that?" 

"They ejaculate." He said calmly. "Multiple times. To simulate the 
experience of many men." His face had taken an eerie look to it. It 
frightened Helen. She hadn't thought rape, not from an old man, but his 
look was still plenty disquieting. 

"I'd better be going." She said and headed for the main area of the store. 
The old man followed close behind. 

Mark was close to the door and smiled as he saw his wife. 

Helen didn't stop her movement. "Ready to go?" She asked. 

Mark stood as she brushed by him. He was about to insist that she stop and 
explain her hasty exit when the old man's hand came to rest on his 
shoulder. 

"You have a very lovely wife." 

Mark looked at the man and quickly deduced he had somehow made his wife 
uncomfortable. He quickly left to join her. 

Helen was laughing about the situation before long. She explained the 
sexual figures and the dildos to her husband. He laughed as well, figuring 
the old man still had the urge to get off somehow. 

"You are really very lovely." Mark teased as they sped down the road. 

"Oh really? Why thank you." 

Mark look his wife up and down. She was lovely. Gorgeous. He had thought 
so the moment he lied eyes on her. Had fell in love with her shortly after 
that. 

Helen was a striking brunette. Her long black hair swept don onto perfect 
shoulders, which curved their way into perfectly sized, firm, round 
breasts. She was a little taller than the average woman, which gave her 
long supple legs that rivaled those of any woman he had ever seen. The 
starting and titillation of the old man was nothing new. Men loved to look 
at his wife. Men loved to indulge in certain thoughts about his wife. 

"I bet he was picturing you naked." Mark teased. 

"Ewww.." Helen smiled back at him. 

Mark paused, then took a moments glance at his wife. "I'm picturing you 
naked." He said. 

"Really?" Helen's smile broadened. She was wearing a black, button-down 
sweater. While looking at Mark, she began to undo the buttons with one 
hand. After a few, she revealed a pink bra and glimpse of perfect 
cleavage. 

"Does your picture look anything like this?" she asked. 

"Hmmm. pretty close, but I think I need more detail. 

Helen finished the unbuttoning. Mark glanced from the road to his wife's 
increasingly bare breasts. Helen flicked aside the sweater from her chest 
and moved her hands to the bra. It clasped in the front and she skillfully 
opened it without looking. 

Mark licked his lips her two pert, perfect breasts jiggled free. Helen's 
nipples were erect. 

"How about this?" she asked. 

"Getting better. I still need a little more detail. 

Helen was wearing jeans. She undid her belt and followed that by unzipping 
her zipper. A matching pair of silky pink panties came into view. Helen 
slipped her hand inside them, pulling them slightly from her skin. She 
couldn't reveal her pussy, but strands of hair lifted above the fabric. 

"That's just about it." Mark sad. 

Helen moved her fingers delicately inside her panties. 

"Mark?" She fluttered her eyes at her husband. 

"Yes?" 

"I need your cock inside me." 

Mark pulled over to the side of the road. The traffic was nonexistent. If 
anyone had come by, they might have caught a glimpse of a young man making 
love to his new bride. 

"I bet he wanted to see your nipples." Mark teased. "And I bet he wanted 
to lick your pussy." 

"Mmm." Helen smiled. 

"I'm going to do all the things to you that I bet he wanted to do." 

He leaned over to his wife and spread his palm over the right bra cup. 

"Oh, Mark, oh baby." 

"First, I'm going to feel your breasts." 

Mark reached behind his bride and undid the clasp of the bra. Helen helped 
lower the pink fabric from her breasts. Her nipples poked into view, her 
areolas nearly as pink as the bra. Mark groped his wife's bosom for a few 
minutes as he kissed her. 

"I'm going to finger your cunt." Mark said in an old-man voice attempt. 

Mark climbed into the back of the SUV and lowered the seats. Helen climbed 
back to join him, laying down on the flat surface with her head at the 
back of the vehicle. Mark slid off her jeans, fully revealing her long, 
golden legs. Her thighs were firm, and their complexion creamy. Mark's 
eyes centered on the sight of the area covered by the panties. They were 
normally tight-fitting, but removing the jeans had slid them down her legs 
somewhat. A small section of loose pink fabric hung loosely over her 
vagina. Mark slid up towards it, then slipped his finger in through the 
leg-hole. 

"Oh, God." Helen. Moaned. "Oh, Mark.". 

He pushed in and out of his wife for a minute or so, until she gave him 
the next command. 

"Lick my cunt, baby." Helen cooed. 

"That was next on my list." Mark laughed. 

Mark pushed his tongue into his wife. He probed her through the panties, 
occasionally slipping it inside the pink satin and inside her pink 
opening. Helen squirmed and writhed as her voice moaned. Her hands 
massaged Mark's hair. 

"Now I want to hump you." Mark said. 

"I think I want you to." Replied Helen. 

Mark removed her panties, then removed his own pants and underwear. He 
climbed atop his wife. His cock was fully erect. Helen took hold, helping 
to guide it inside her. Mark began thrusting inside. 

The SUV was rocking from their motions. Mark rammed inside his wife, 
feeling the pleasure of her cunt as his eyes soaked in the sight of his 
naked bride. 

The they heard a rapping. 

Mark looked over his shoulder. A police officer was at the driver's side 
window. The flashing of his police lights hit Mark in the eyes. Mark 
scrambled to the front seat. His shirt hung low enough to cover his penis, 
so he didn't bother to redress. Helen, however, clutched for her jeans. 
Her sweater, however, was still in the front seat. The officer was looking 
back towards her. She reminded herself his visibility should be limited by 
the tinted windows, but it nevertheless felt uncomfortable. "Everything ok 
here?" the officer asked Mark. 

"Yes, yes. Fine, officer." 

The officer leaned his head in the open window. He looked at Helen, who 
was unsuccessfully trying to conceal her breasts with her hands. The 
officer looked at her. He stared at her. 

"You want to be here, Ms?" 

"Yes, of course, he's my husband." 

"You sure?" 

"Of course I'm sure!" 

The man turned back to Mark. "I'm sure you two have a room somewhere?" 

Mark nodded. 

"I suggest that in the future you wait to have your fun until you get off 
the road and back to your room." 

"Sorry, officer, I got a little carried away." 

The cop looked back in the open window at Helen. She had her nipples 
covered, and her jeans spread over her crotch, but the fullness of her 
breasts were still naked, as were much of her legs. The officer turned 
back to Mark. 

"I can see why." He looked again at Helen, then back at Mark. 

"You have a very lovely wife. Tell you what, where are you staying?" 

Mark told him their hotel. The officer motioned for him to wait, and went 
to his car. He came back in a moment. The time gave Helen a chance to pull 
on her jeans and bra. When the officer returned, he again took a long 
stare at Helen, who was fumbling with her sweater. She knew he was looking 
at her, and that he was turned on by her. She was used to arousing 
policemen when pulled over before, but she had never been so undressed. 
She began to think of what he could make them do if he abused his power. 

"Here, it's a gift certificate for your hotel restaurant. Free dinner. We 
sometimes pass 'em out to tourists." 

"How'd you know we were tourists?" Mark asked, taking the coupon. After 
all, his plates were from Michigan. 

"Oh, I just assumed. I just assumed." 




Mark and Helen returned to their hotel. The raced to their room, intent on 
satisfying their still burning desires. 

"Get into bed." Helen said softly to her husband. 

Mark obliged. He excitedly crawled under the sheets, and began removing 
his clothing. Helen stood at the foot of the bed, looking incredibly 
seductive. She moved her hands to the zipper of her jeans, slowly pulling 
the metal trip downward. Mark's cock pulsed with lust as he saw a flash of 
her pink panties. Helen moved her hips as though listening to some phantom 
music. She moved her hands to her hair, letting the length cascade through 
her fingers and down her shoulders. She made very subtle humping motions 
were her hips, causing the exposed area of panties to become larger. Mark 
moved his hands to his cock, needing to relieve some pressure. 

Helen unbuttoned her sweater, still swaying her body as she did. 
One-by-one the buttons came apart, causing her pink bra and full breasts 
to become ever-so-more visible. She moved her fingers to her nipples, 
squeezing slightly through the pink. Mark's eyes wanted to roll back into 
his head. He couldn't imagine feeling any more happy and in love than he 
did at that moment. His heart ached with the passion her felt for his 
bride, and his penis throbbed with the animal lust she inspired. 

Helen pulled her jeans off her legs, stepping out of them with the grace 
of a dancer. Mark's eyes looked up the length of her perfect claves and 
thighs. Her panties were tightly pressed against her cuntal area. Little 
folds appeared and disappeared as she moved her hips. Mark loved watching 
panties shift on Helen. They seemed all the more beautiful when animated 
by her body. Everything seemed more beautiful when on or near his wife. 
Now she stood before him, in an open sweater and in panties. The sight was 
nearly overwhelming. Mark had to release his cock a moment -- he was too 
near orgasm. Helen, sensing his need, and perhaps her own, removed the 
sweater, opened her bra, and let it slip to the floor. She playfully 
teased him with the panties, however, pulling them down and back up again 
several times before finally making herself nude. 

Helen climbed on the bed, motioning for Mark to stay how he was, flat on 
his back. She them motioned for him to pull the sheet down, which he did. 
Helen mounted her husband, letting her breasts dangle and fall into his 
face. Mark smelled the sweet scent of her perfume wash over him, and the 
sweet feeling of her legs rubbing against his. Helen took hold of Mark's 
cock, and guided it into her pussy. Mark thrust upward, but Helen pushed 
him onto the bed. She was going to make love to him, and it was his duty 
to enjoy it. 

Helen humped her husband slowly, very slowly at first. Her cunt was 
already wet, but the slow penetration made it all the more soaking. Mark 
could feel the wetness and warmth on his cock. The tip was dying to go 
inside faster, dying to work towards release, but he let his wife run the 
show. She did let him take turns taking her nipples into his mouth. He 
just couldn't thrust. He couldn't make the moves that would force out his 
sperm. 

Slowly, Helen increased her pace. As she did, her breathing quickened, and 
her moans grew loud. The sound of her voice in sexual heat was ecstasy to 
Mark, fueling his own want incredibly. Helen seemed to be completely 
getting of on his cock. She even stopped brushing her hair out of her 
face. She had her mouth locked open, emitting moans each time she plunged 
herself onto the shaft. Her lips were quivering, and Mark realized his own 
were as well. He loved her so much. he needed to be with her, near her, 
and inside her. 

He couldn't help himself now. Mark arched his back, driving his cock deep 
inside Helen. She squealed and moaned, but accepted the extra effort. 
Together they bucked and humped on the bed, working their sex to a 
fever-pitch. Helen's throat caught with the spell of orgasm, and Mark 
quickly followed. The sound of his wife reaching climax flipped his own 
switch, and he felt the pulsing surge of his sperm and semen explode into 
Helen's cunt. 

She collapsed on him, and the couple laid in bed for a good while, slowly 
kissing and massaging each other's naked bodies. Eventually, they forced 
themselves up, put their clothes back on, and headed for the hotel's 
restaurant. 




Mark waited for his bride outside the restaurant entrance. His body still 
tingled from their sex, and his heart felt warm as he thought about Helen 
and his luck. Mark wasn't dumb, he knew he had a beautiful wife and while 
he was by no means unattractive, he was not her male equal in the looks 
department. He knew people thought she could do better, at least in terms 
of finding someone more handsome, and, that's part of why he felt so 
lucky. Helen wasn't mired in trying to have the best-looking husband. And, 
in truth, he wasn't mired in having to have a trophy wife. Helen's 
physical beauty was simple an bonus to her character. She was intelligent, 
loyal, fun-loving and all-in-all a wonderful person. He couldn't help but 
love her. 

Mark moved to a small garden to his right. The hotel was filled with 
plants and trees, creating a very tropical atmosphere. Plenty of glass 
allowed plenty of light, and little fountains created flowing streams of 
water throughout the lobby. Mark gazed at a tree just a few inches from 
him. Feeling romantic, he took out a small pocketknife and began to carve 
on the trunk, looking around first to make sure no one saw what eh was 
doing. He simply carved 'H & M,' stood back, and smiled. Helen came out of 
the bathroom, and kissed her new husband after seeing his handy-work. 

"I love you." She breathed into his ear. 

Mark felt his desire for his bride swelling in him again. He couldn't wait 
to get her back to the room after dinner. They made there way inside, and 
were greeted by a friendly waiter. Mark decided on steak right away, but 
Helen was studied her menu for quite some time, giving Mark a chance to 
examine the dining area, which was almost as nice as the lobby. Mark 
noticed his waiter across the room. 

The waiter, like many of the men they had encountered recently, was taking 
long stares at Helen. Mark figured that the rural area rarely had such 
beautiful women, but it still began to anger him. The waiter actually 
seemed pleased when he came back to take their order and saw the coupon 
the officer provided. He brought out a fancy bottle of wine in addition to 
their order, indicating the couple must finish it all in order to receive 
the meal free. Mark assumed he was joking. As they grew tipsy with the 
alcohol, Mark became less and less aware of the staring waiter, or the 
other waiters who came by to check on them. But they never looked at Mark, 
they only looked at Helen. They poured the wine for her, asked what else 
they could do for her, and even escorted her to the ladies room. While she 
was gone, the manager even came by the table. He did look at Mark, and 
spoke a single sentence. 

"You have a very lovely wife." 




Helen found it hard to wake up the next morning. The problem was 
complicated by the fact that Mark was as innate in bed as she. Her mind 
was partially aware of her surroundings, but most of the time in oblivious 
slumber. One thing kept creeping into her subconscious thoughts, however. 
A strange, uneasy feeling that the length of the night was unusually long. 


She didn't mind long nights. She rather enjoyed any chance for extra sleep 
that she got. But something didn't seem right about this. She could have 
sworn at one point the room was light, too light for the early morning. 
But after a much later semi-are moment, it seemed as dark as the night had 
ever been. 

Her impaired mind rationalized even in her sleep. Dreams, just different 
dreams. She couldn't force herself awake anyway, the sleep had too strong 
a hold on her. 

Eventually the sleep gave way to wakefulness. Her arms felt incredibly 
heavy as she pulled the sheet from her body. Mark was still sleeping. He 
was face-down in the pillow, completely unmoving except for the slight 
rise of his back with each breath. Helen sat up in the bed for a long 
moment, trying to shale the cobwebs from her mind. She did feel 
well-rested, just dazed. Perhaps it was the intense sex that had tired her 
out. The previous nights humping sessions seemed like days ago. They had 
returned to their room, horny and drunk and full of mad passionate love 
for each other. She smiled at the thought and hoped Mark would soon awaken 
to continue their exploits. 

Eventually she arose from bed and moved over to the dresser at the far 
side of the room. She brushed the flowing blonde hair from her face and 
examined her eyes. She instantly found faults in her early-morning face 
that no other person would identify. She felt the urge to shower and redo 
her makeup lest her husband see her so unbeautiful. 

She reached her hands behind her back to undo the clasp on the satiny 
white bra. She quickly realized it was a front clasp bra and attributed 
the mistake to her sleepiness. She pulled the bra from her breasts as she 
moved towards the bathroom. After draping the bra on the sink, she turned 
on the shower and began to pull her panties down. 

But she froze. 

Her eyes looked down the length of her body, past her naked breasts and at 
the smooth satin panties that were her only clothing. She didn't know how 
they got on. Her mind clearly recalled the previous nights events, and she 
vividly recalled falling asleep in her husbands arms nude. Her first 
thought was that either she had awoken to dress herself in or that perhaps 
her husband had. She stood there next to the open shower trying to 
remember the events perfectly. It was one thing if she had been dressed in 
the night without her memory, but it was still odd that she hadn't been 
dressed in the pink bra and panties she had worn to bed. Yes, she was 
certain she was wearing pink when she stripped for her husband. Sure of 
it! 

And... 

Helen felt even more confused. She was wearing white satin panties with a 
white satin bra. A front-clasp bra. 

Helen didn't own a white front-clasp bra. 

Helen darted back into the bedroom to confirm. She opened the top drawer 
of the dresser. The same drawer she had placed her undergarments in the 
day the arrived. It was empty. She opened the drawer underneath. Empty. 
Helen opened each subsequent drawer to find that not a single article of 
clothing remained except for the panties she had on and the bra that was 
draped across the sink. Someone had taken everything. 

"Mark! Mark! Wake up!" 

Mark stirred slightly, but didn't awake. Helen continued to search the 
room as she screamed to her husband. Her assumptions of robbery were 
changed as she realized every other belonging was sill present in the 
room. Mark's watch, their laptop, their cell phone. Who would come in and 
steal only their clothes? 

Helen shook her husband hard, but still he didn't wake up. Helen grabbed 
the phone, beginning to wonder if her husband was seriously ill. She 
dialed the front desk, ready to plead for help. But the line never picked 
up. 

Helen alternated between dialing the phone and shaking her husband over 
the next few minutes. Neither effort resulted in success. Helen began to 
panic. She dialed '9' on the phone, hoping to get an outside line and call 
for help herself. But the line was dead. The fearful thought began to grow 
inside Helen's mind. If she wanted help, she would have to leave the room. 
Helen stood up, and headed for the door. Realizing she was bare- breasted, 
Helen took a moment to snatch her bra and refasten it over her chest. That 
was the last concern she had for her modesty. She opened the door, and ran 
into the hallway. 

She went directly to the front desk. But no one was behind it. She began 
exploring the hotel in her underwear, looking for any sign of human life. 
There was none. She was in complete panic now. Helen ran back into the 
hallway and began knocking on room doors. She knocked hard one ach one, 
screaming for help. No one came to the door, not a single person in any of 
the rooms. 

Helen fell to the middle of the floor and wept. She felt completely 
confused and afraid. What the hell was going on? What was happening? She 
prayed Mark was awake. She rushed back to her own room, noting the room 
numbers on the doors as she passed. Finding hers, she opened the door to 
her bedroom and ran to the bed. Mark was unconscious, and foaming at the 
mouth. Helen shrieked. She brushed the hair from her new husband's face 
and kissed him. But he still wasn't waking. Her heart pounding, Helen 
hugged her husband and had only one thought of what to do. She had to 
leave the hotel. She had to go outside to find help. 

Still dressed in only a white panties and a white, front-clasping bra, 
Helen again ran down the hallway, this time past the front desk and to the 
main doors of the hotel. The early morning sun was slightly blinding to 
her as she stepped outside. She ran past the drop-off curb and into the 
parking lot. 

But there were no cars. 

Helen turned to look at the hotel from which she had just run. 

It wasn't theirs. 




Mark stood at the front desk, dressed only in his jeans. He needed to 
speak with someone, anyone, but the desk was vacant at the moment. He was 
still trying to get his bearings. He had woken up with a heavy feeling of 
grogginess. He had felt for his bride, but discovered she was not in the 
bed next to him. The bathroom. he had figured. When he finally gained the 
strength to look for her, he discovered she was gone. He assumed she must 
be down the hall, getting something from a vending machine or something. 
Still, she hadn't returned. 

Could she have left me? 

Mark wouldn't accept the thought. He knew his bride loved him as much as 
he loved her. He knew they were soul mates. She wouldn't leave him! Still, 
he checked their drawers. They were empty. None of Helen's clothes or 
suitcases were in the room. He might have panicked at this point as he 
started to believe the unbelievable, but one fact saved him from 
self-torment: none of his clothes or luggage were there, either. He 
struggled hard to remember the previous days events. Could he have somehow 
gotten in the wrong room? Mark studied the surroundings carefully. 
Everything looked as though he remembered it. He even saw the tree from 
the previous night where he had carved his and Helen's initials. With the 
front desk still vacant, Mark decided to take the short walk over to the 
tree and reexamine his work. 

But the markings weren't there. Mark studied every inch of the tree. It 
appeared to be the same one. The size and shape were exactly what he 
remembered. But no carvings! Could he be someplace else? He had to be! 

"Excuse me, " mark asked when an attendant greeted him, "this is going to 
sound strange, but can you tell me where I am?" 

"Certainly, sir, that doesn't sound strange at all." 

"Well, I'm a little confused. I went to bed with my wife in our room last 
night, only to wake up here." 

"What's so strange about that, sir?" 

"This is a different hotel!" Mark was sure this was the case. Naturally, 
his first concern was the location of his wife, who was not at his side in 
bed, not in the room, and so far not in the hotel. He assumed she was in 
the correct hotel, and somehow he had wound up here. 

"Sir, I can assure you, this is the same hotel. I have you as checking in 
on last Thursday, is that correct?" 

"Yes, we got here, I mean, got to our hotel last Thursday. But it wasn't 
this place. Our room has no luggage, no clothes or supplies. I, I carved 
initials on that tree over there, and now there gone. Everything else is 
the same, like this place was made from the same plans, but this is not 
the same hotel." 

"Well, sir, I've been in every day since last Thursday and this place 
hasn't changed in that time. Perhaps you don't remember things clearly, 
you are on your honeymoon!" 

"Well, it was a magical night but not that magical! Something is going on 
here, and I intend to find out." 

"Certainly, sir." 

Mark turned away in disgust, but was unsure of what direction to walk in. 
Nevertheless, he began walking with a determined stride. 

"By the way, sir." The bell-hop called to him. 

"Yes?" 

"You have a very lovely wife." 


-Part II - 


Helen was now blocks away from the hotel. Still, she hadn't seen a soul. 
Considering her skimpy state of dress that was fine with her. Ironically, 
she was almost getting comfortable with her near state of undress. She 
almost wished Mark was out- about-town and she could surprise him in her 
sexy attire. 

She chastised herself for that thought. The issues at hand were more 
important than a sex fantasy with her husband. For all she knew, she had 
been drugged and raped by God-knows-who and her husband left for dead. She 
had to find help. She wondered how Mark was doing, if he had woken up. Who 
knew what was wrong with him. Who knew if he was even going to live. Helen 
bit her lip and sobbed as the worry for her new husband swelled within 
her. God, she loved him. Nothing could have happened to him, could it? And 
nothing would happen to her. 

Would it? 





Mark was wasn't sure what to feel. His mind was a blend of panic, anger, 
and frustration. As he neared the doors of the hotel, he swore to himself 
that he would find Helen, then worry about what actions to take against 
those who had created the situation. 

Unfortunately, those plans were immediately called into question. Mark 
opened the doors of the hotel and realized, quite profoundly, that he 
didn't know where he was. He already knew that his was not the hotel he 
had been staying at with his wife for that past four days, but it was the 
town, either. 

He ran into the street, hoping to see something that would give him a 
sense of bearing. After all, he had only been walking the streets for four 
days. But nothing was familiar. A few turns in each direction confirmed 
his lack of placement. He started down a street, looking for something or 
somebody that could give him some sense of what was going on. 

He walked about a block before noticing a black limousine had pulled up 
next to him. It was creeping along very slowly, just fast enough to catch 
him but it was obvious that whoever was inside intended to speak with 
Mark. The window came down, and a man wearing a black derby hat poked out. 


"Hello, sir! Good morning!" 

Mark replied with an understated "Good morning." 

"Are you enjoying your stay in our quiet little town?" 

"Actually I'm not staying." 

"Oh no?" Mark was continuing to walk. The limo kept perfect pace with him. 
"We have much to offer here, you know. Much to offer." 

"Well, I'd best be on my way." Mark was in no mood for a casual chat. "I'm 
sure it's quite a lovely place, but." 

"Yes, very lovely. And full of lovely people. I really think you should 
remain, you and your very lovely wife." 

Mark froze. 

"My wife?" 

"Would you like to come inside?" The man motioned towards Mark. 

"Do you know where my wife is?" 

"Come inside, sir. We'll talk." 

"I'm not sure I want to. It's never been a habit of mine to accept rides 
from strangers." 

Another man appeared in the window. "I'm afraid you have no choice." 

The statement startled Mark, and he was a little slow to get moving. The 
men were out of the car in a flash. Before he could hit full stride, Mark 
felt the two men clutching at his sleeves. He struggled, but felt a needle 
push into his arm. The men let go, but Mark was already down to one knee. 
His vision blurred as he looked at his attackers, both dressed in black 
derby hats. 

Mark went down to his second knee, and the last image he had was that of 
the sidewalk a few inches from his face. 




Mark felt the tug of restraints on his arms has consciousness returned to 
him. He was no longer outside, nor was he in the limo. He was in a plain, 
dimly lit room. The men in the derby hats were there. It was only moments 
before they realized he was awake. 

"Hello, again, Mark." It was the one who addressed him on the street. 

Mark didn't answer. 

"I'm sorry we had to bring you here under such unusual terms, but I'm 
afraid it was absolutely necessary." 

"What's going on? Are you kidnapping me?" 

"Oh no, Mark. Oh no." Mark wondered how they knew his name, but felt with 
all the other weird things happening that it was a small matter. "We are 
merely occupying you for awhile." 

Mark looked around the room, but saw nothing to help him gain his 
bearings. "Is my wife here?" 

"Helen? No Helen is not here." 

So they knew his wife, too. Her name, anyway. 

"Helen is not here - anymore." 

Mark's body tried to leap up out of the chair, but restraints held him 
firmly in place. In a flash, he imagined Helen's terror at being abducted 
and his inability to help her. He made his whole body ache. 

"Relax, mark, relax." 

"Where is she? Did you hurt her? If you did." 

"Your wife is fine, Mark, believe me when I say we had no intention of 
harming her. In fact, we rather significantly enjoyed her company." 

"Where is she?" 

"She's in town, my friend! In town! She's being quite well taken care of." 


"What do you want from us? Is it money?" 

"No, no, we don't want money. There are much greater assets to be had." 

Mark's brow curled at the comment. "What assets?" 

"What it boils down to is this." the man said without looking at Mark. "We 
want your wife. We want her to come and live her with us. We want her to 
take her place in our community." 

"I don't understand." 

The man turned and faced Mark. "Your wife is very beautiful. Exquisitely 
beautiful. Our town has a special fondness for such beauty. A special 
fondness and expression of sexuality. We want your wife, Mark, so we can 
engage in sexual pleasure with her." 

Mark was stunned. He stared back at the man, open-mouthed. 

"The women in our community," the man continued, " are free to any 
resident. As are the men. At any time I can walk up to any woman in your 
village and request sexual intercourse. It is her duty to provide it. The 
same goes for the men, but. 

"But what?" Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

"But, we're not on that committee!" the man laughed as he said it. "There 
is a group of women responsible for the task of choosing the men." 

"So you want us to move to your town to participate in what's basically a 
mass orgy?" 

"No, Mark. We want your wife for that orgy. We don't choose the men. And, 
unfortunately for you, the committee for obtaining men doesn't want you, 
you're just not attractive enough. How you got Helen to marry you has 
surprised us all." 

Mark almost felt offended. "Well, guess, what, you can't have her! You say 
you don't want me, well I am sure that she doesn't want you!" 

"You may be right, Mark. But she will." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Our committees simply don't ask people to join or community. Well, 
sometimes they ask the men. Men are so much easier to convince to join us 
than the women. Anyway, we have our means of persuasion. You see, we've 
already spent quite a bit of time with your wife, Mark. Quite a bit of 
time." 

"You're lying." 

"Am I? The I suppose I'd be lying when I tell you that I saw Helen naked. 
In fact, I'm the one who took off her clothes when she was brought here. 
And I suppose I'd be lying when I told you that I ran my hands down her 
beautiful body, and that I rubbed the little mole I found on the right 
side of her cunt!" 

Mark's breath caught in his throat. Could he have guessed that? He 
realized how easily they had drugged him, and of course the fact that 
Helen was no where to be found when he awoke. If they did have her, their 
taking advantage of her was a logical outcome. 

Mark began to cry. "God damn you. God damn you!" 

"You have a very lovely wife." 

"Did you rape her?" mark asked, fearing the worst. 

"Now how would that help us, Mark? We want our wife to want to join us, 
not fear us. Yes, we could have raped her. Easily. But her heart wouldn't 
have been into it. Not her soul. Not her lust. We want your wife Mark, 
body and soul. That is accomplished by making her realize that this is the 
one place in the world where she can be most happy. And do you know how we 
do that, Mark? Do you?" 

"No." 

"By making her fantasies come true. That's it." 

"What fantasies?" 

"The ones deep inside her, Mark. The ones that curl up deep, deep in her 
mind and occasionally come out to tickle her pussy. The ones that are so 
carnal, so lustful, that she hasn't even shared them with you. The ones 
that make her want to fuck, Mark. To fuck men and fuck them often." 

"I know my wife. I know her fantasies. I think I know what she wants." 

"Well, we'll see about that. You don't have the power that we do, Mark. 
Nor the experience. You may think you're a great lover, but you can't 
compete with what she really wants." 

"And what is that? What does she want that she hasn't told me?" 

"I'm glad you asked that, Mark. Because it's just about time to give her 
some of what she wants. You see, we had her for quite some time. All of 
yesterday as a matter of fact." 

"What are you talking about? We we're together all day yesterday!" 

"That was the day before yesterday, my friend. You went to bed that night, 
and didn't wake up until just a little while ago. We saw to that. And 
while you were taking your nice long nap, we took you from your hotel 
room. We brought lovely Helen here, where I had the distinct privilege of 
undressing her . What a joy that was, Mark. I have to tell you I took my 
time. She has the most perfectly formed breasts, but what I really love is 
her cunt. So feminine. So soft. I bet it's nice and tight, isn't it Mark. 
God, I can't wait to fuck her." 

"Fuck you!" 

"Anyway, we put your wife into a nice state of relaxation. We have the 
best men for that sort of thing. A nice, deep state. She was awake, but 
not herself. She was stripped of all conscious knowledge of her 
surroundings, who she was. We spoke with the animal in her. The carnal 
animal full of lusts and needs. I will tell you this, Mark, you have 
satisfied her quite well, all things considered. But not completely. Not 
like we can. She told us all her deepest fantasies, the ones that make her 
wet when you aren't doing it for her." 

"Shut up, please shut the fuck up." 

"I will in just a moment, because then we have a little TV for you to 
watch. In a few minutes, we'll be enacting one of your wife's fantasies. 
Of course, she won't know it, she won't even consciously recognize it. But 
her body will. Her body will come alive for reasons she doesn't even know. 
You'll never have seen her so in need of a good fucking. But that won't 
happen - not yet. Now, please watch." 

A screen lit up across from Mark. He saw Helen! She was walking. The 
camera was zoomed in on her face, and Mark could see the fear and worry in 
her features. The camera started to pull back. 

"What! What have you done with her clothes? You're making her walk around 
half-naked!" 

"It's what she wants Mark. Oh, you mean you didn't know about this 
fantasy? She never told you she fantasized about walking around in a 
public place in her underwear, knowing that at any moment she might be 
seen? She's got a little exhibitionism in her, Mark. Being stared at by 
men gets her wet, did you know that? Did you know that when she's out, she 
intentionally lets her nipples poke visibly through her shirts? Or that 
she leaves her legs open slightly when she's wearing a miniskirt so men 
can see her panties?" 

Mark was silent. The man drew in close. "Did you know she fantasizes about 
your best man? That when she's alone in the house her hands slip inside 
her panties and rubs her clit, pretending that she is with him? Oh, she 
doesn't let herself think the thought that clearly. She feels to guilty. 
But when your cock pushes into her, her body wishes it was him. He's so 
good-looking, and you are not. She could have such a better man, and 
though she married you, a better man is exactly what her heart wants." 

Mark refused to respond. He stared at the screen ahead, convinced the 
man's words were meant only to hurt him, and did not have any truth. Helen 
had fantasies, of course. And probably some she didn't share. But she 
loved him, and would never desire attention from other men and certainly 
not sex. 

"Now, this fantasy actually leads to another one, Mark. Let's see if you 
can figure out what it is. 




The clock underneath a bank sign indicated she had been gone almost an 
hour. The weirdness of not seeing anyone in the streets of this quiet 
little town was turning into paranoia. Something wasn't right with this 
place. Ideas from the simple to the insane were racing through her 
thoughts. Maybe everyone was at a parade. Maybe everyone was at a church 
she hadn't discovered yet. Maybe a chemical plant had accidentally 
unleashed some horrible virus to which only she was immune. One thing was 
certain, she wasn't likely to find anyone simply by crawling around in the 
bushes. She had come to realize her best asset in finding help was the 
very near-nakedness she had hoped to conceal. Certainly people would 
notice a woman walking down the street in broad daylight in rather a 
suggestive bra-and-panty set. Certainly men would, anyway. 

Helen stepped out of the trees and walked to the middle of the street. She 
took a deep breath and walked assuredly towards the center of town. 

The wind was kicking up. She hadn't really noticed it in the trees but it 
was now lifting her hair from her shoulders and curling around various 
parts of her body. She felt a slight chill on her nipples, and the slight 
hardening that followed. She felt a rather caressing, warm sensation swoop 
around and between her legs. Amazingly, she felt the smallest creep of 
sexual arousal as her panties rubbed against her vagina in the soft wind. 
Earlier she had shocked herself with a sexual fantasy in the midst of this 
confusion. Now she was actually sensing physical excitement! She would 
have spent some time contemplating what was wrong with her if there 
weren't more important matters at hand. 

"Excuse me, ma'am?" 

A voice! 

Helen turned and saw a police officer. A young, strong and handsome police 
officer. 

"Oh thank God!" 

The policeman approached, smiling. His eyes couldn't help but do a quick 
once- over of the nearly-nude attractive woman he was approaching. "You 
look a little lost." He said warmly. 

"I guess I am, I don't know what's going on! I woke up this morning in my 
hotel room only it wasn't my hotel room and I was dressed in this and I've 
never seen these clothes before and I think my husband has been drugged 
and." 

"Hold on, hold on. Calm down a second." Helen stopped, but continued to 
breathe heavily. 

"Ok, now what exactly is wrong? Are you lost or not?" 

"No, I'm not lost! Well, I guess I am, but that's only part of it. Don't 
you want to know why I'm walking down the street in my underwear?" 

The officer looked at her quizzically. "There's nothing wrong with walking 
down in the street in your underwear, in fact, I rather enjoy seeing you 
do it." 

Helen's voice stuttered. His comment offended her; he was supposed to 
protect the people and instead was making sexual jokes at her expense. 

"Look, " she resumed, "I'm not supposed to be in my underwear. My husband 
and I went to bed last night, I then woke up this morning in this outfit, 
which isn't mine." 

"Were you two drinking last night?" 

"Yes, some, but." 

"Were you taking anything else?" 

"No! We weren't! Anyway, when I woke up I realized that we weren't even in 
our hotel, we were in a different one! And my husband wouldn't wake up, he 
would just grunt and turn over, like he was, like he was." 

"Drugged?" 

Helen caught her defensive breath in her throat, and then knew the point 
he was going to make. She nodded. 

"Sounds to me like there was something besides alcohol involved last 
night. Sure seems to me that the two of you overloaded your senses. He 
probably bought that rather lovely outfit your wearing for you. Due to 
your physical condition, you probably determined you couldn't make it back 
to your hotel so you stayed at the nearest one. In the morning, you simply 
recovered from whatever you took faster than your husband has." 

"I don't remember anything like that." 

"I think it's a valid theory about what happened. You may not have even 
realized what you were taking, your husband may have simply slipped it 
into your drink." 

"I can't believe he'd do that. I can't believe it." 

"Well, were you robbed?" 

"No." 

"You say you don't recognize your clothes, and don't remember putting them 
on. Do you think you've been, um, well, do you think you've been raped?" 

"No. I don't think so. But whomever put me in these clothes obviously saw 
me naked, and probably fondled me." 

"And that person was probably your husband." 

Helen thought about his points. For the most part, they seemed to make 
sense, except for the suggestion that mark had drugged her. He wasn't into 
drugs, and certainly didn't need to drug her to fondle her or make love to 
her. Maybe it was just too much alcohol, even though she didn't remember 
more than a couple of drinks. 

"Will you come back to the hotel with me? To check on my husband?" 

"Certainly." 

They turned and started back. 

"Where is everyone this morning? I was beginning to think the town was 
deserted." 

"I suppose everyone is at home or in church, it is Sunday." 

Sunday!!! Helen froze. 

"What's wrong, Ms.?" 

"It's Sunday? When I went to bed with my husband, it was Friday." 




The events were difficult for Mark to watch. He wanted so desperately to 
call out to his wife - to somehow warn her. His emotions layered with 
frustration. At once he was aware of the plans for Helen, aware of the 
lust in the police officer's eyes for his wife, aware that he was 
powerless to do anything help his beloved bride. Even if he escaped, he 
didn't know where she was. 

How excruciating it was. And yet, he still saw Helen's beauty. In the 
midst of it all, he saw an alluring women dressed to the pinnacle of a 
man's fantasy. But it was her fantasies they were after. 

It was her they were after. 




Helen had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she really hadn't been 
paying attention to the direction in which she and the officer were 
walking. She had been walking steadily, arms folded over her breasts, eyes 
cast downward. But when the policeman came to a stop, she knew she wasn't 
at the hotel. She looked up and saw a saw the sign "Police Station." 

"What are we doing here? I thought we were going back?" 

"Ma'am, you are experiencing obvious symptoms of drug use. I think it's 
safest for you if we check you out." He took her by the arm and led her 
inside. 

The station was quiet. Even more so when they walked in. There were maybe 
a half-dozen officers scattered around the room, and every one of there 
eyes turned and fixed on Helen as she entered. 

Helen was led past them, to a door at the back of the room. The officer 
remained quiet as they entered. Helen was completely confused. She began 
to wonder if they were going to arrest her. The officer looked at her as 
if he was waiting for something. Helen thought that he was looking for 
some indication of drug use at first, but then wondered if it was 
something else. Something sexual. She could clearly see that his eyes 
hovered on her breasts for long moments, and then up and down her hips and 
legs. She began to feel quite uncomfortable. 

Helen heard a door open behind them and she turned to see the remaining 
officers come in. There were five in all - she wasn't sure how many she 
had seen when they first entered the building. 

The men formed a circle around her and adopted the stare of the original 
officer. She was definitely concerned. Horrible thoughts were trying to 
enter her mind, but she forced them away before making them full 
conscious. She felt completely naked, perhaps even worse in her skimpy 
attire. 

The original officer stepped up to her and handed her a small cup. 

"Drink this. It should counteract any of the drugs that may still be in 
your system." 

Helen took the cup, unbelieving of the officer's statements. But she drank 
it anyway. 

The officer nodded, then took the cup from her. "I'm afraid that we now 
have to determine how deep into this drug thing you are." 

"What do you mean? I'm not into drugs at all!" 

"For all we know, you plan to sell to the youths in our community." 

"That's ridiculous! I don't sell drugs! I don't even take them!" 

"I think we've determined that you do take them. Now we must see how else 
you may be involved. We have to search you?" 

Helen now understood. The drug charge was a ruse. They wanted her in here 
to take advantage of her. She looked around the room. The officers were 
all young, physically fit an attractive. Ironically, she had had fantasies 
about very similar situations. 

Each one of them looked calmly back at her. Their faces were drawn with 
serious expressions. If they were truly attempting to have their way with 
her, then why weren't they ogling, hooting, or making crass comments? They 
almost had her convinced that they were concerned she was on drugs. 

Could they really be? Was her mind simply playing tricks on her? 

Helen felt feint. Her legs weakened and she nearly collapsed, but one of 
the officers had grabbed her by the shoulders while another set a chair 
underneath her. She seemed to float onto it. 

"Now, " the original officer said, "we have to determine if you have any 
drugs on you." 

Helen's mind was reeling. She felt uncertain, yet she was starting to feel 
less afraid. Her thoughts were swimming. 

"Look at me." She said quietly as she flung her arms out to indicate her 
entire body. "Where could I put any drugs in this outfit?" 

An officer stepped up from behind her. She sensed his presence without 
seeing him. Her eyes closed and she could see him quite clearly in her 
thoughts. He was handsome. Very much so. 

Helen leaned back in her chair as the officer's hands slid onto her 
breasts. At the precise moment of contact, Helen felt a jump of sensation 
between her legs. 

The officer's hands didn't grope. They didn't even squeeze. They moved 
softly over the bra with an occasional poking motion. He was testing to 
see if everything in there was really her flesh, Helen reasoned. 

The other officers closed in. Even though her eyes were closed, Helen 
could see all of them. Those fine, athletic, strong policemen with whom 
she felt completely safe. She felt their hands on her at once. She felt 
them on her legs, her arms, and her shoulders. She a finger poke at her 
lips, and she opened her mouth. She felt the finger probe inside. Lightly, 
softly. 

The fingers on her breasts were removed. Even still, she felt the hot, 
lustful feeling between her legs growing. She felt ashamed that her body 
was responding so easily to the situation. They were searching her for 
drugs, she was on her honeymoon, she was happy with one man. So why was 
her body becoming aroused when there was know reason for it to. 

She felt a hand cup her on her panties. The fingers pushed with gentle 
force, and she felt them firmly with her cunt. The touch itself was light, 
but it became magnified by the nerves between her legs. She shifted in her 
chair, and exhaled loudly enough she was sure the officers heard. 

It was one finger, one simple finger that slipped softly into the 
indentation formed in her panties by her pussy. It was with a 
feather-touch that it moved up and down. Yet she wanted to scream. Her 
body was on fire. 

The hand pulled away and she opened her eyes at the sound of the original 
officer's voice. 

"Ok, nothing obvious." He said. "It looks like we'll need a cavity 
search." 

"No. No." Helen breathed. She knew what it would mean - that they would 
put their fingers inside her. Maybe even more. She wanted it so badly, but 
only with her body. The thought of feeling any part of any man that wasn't 
her husband overflowed her lust with despair. 

The officer leaned in close. 

"Helen, if you don't let US do it, then you'll have to do it yourself. 

Helen didn't respond. A few moments passed. 

Another officer broke the silence. "Should I remove her panties, sir?" 

"Yes." 

Helen watched as the officer reached with a pair of scissors and clipped 
the white panties from her body. She now sat in the chair pussy-exposed. 

"I'll do it." She said meekly. "I'll show you there's nothing in there." 

Helen's body was still throbbing for attention, which she herself would 
now provide. She slid her left hand down and inserted a finger into her 
cunt. Her body had already provided ample wetness, and her finger slid up 
easily. 

"There." she moaned as she said it. 

The officer's said nothing. Helen took the silence to mean that they 
weren't convinced. She pulled her finger out, then pushed it back in. She 
looked at the officers standing over her, and repeated. She waited for an 
answer with her eyes, but not with her hand as she again repeated. The 
officers simply stared at her cunt. 

She repeated. 

And repeated. 

Helen's legs started to quiver as her finger began to push inside her with 
more force and more speed. Her thoughts went numb. She was acting and 
moving by physical instinct alone. She looked at the men, and felt energy 
flow from their attentive faces into her arms. Her body was screaming with 
lust. Her consciousness didn't want to accept the thoughts that were 
trying to enter as she watched the men watching her fuck herself. Her hand 
blazed with speed. Her lips opened and the moans flowed freely. 

"God, what is happening?" she wondered. She closed her eyes, hoping that 
would break whatever spell she was under, but, her hands continued her 
self-gratification. She could see all the officers again in the darkness 
of her mind, but now they were different. They were masturbating. She 
could see them sitting in a circle around her, their cocks firmly in their 
hands as they focused on her pussy and her finger fucking it. The image 
was so clear, so real. She looked at her own mentally-created body and saw 
her free hand squeezing her breast. She felt her lungs crying out, 
groaning with the pleasure that shot through her entire body. She could 
see the original officer directly in front of her, rubbing his cock 
ferociously. He began telling her how hot she was. How beautiful. How much 
he wanted to fuck her. 

Helen looked at the blurred tip of his penis. Her eyes were still shut, 
but the images in her mind grew even more distinct. She could see his 
penis as though the image was enlarged, as if she were directly in front 
of it. She could taste its scent on her lips. She could feel it wedge 
between her breasts and hotness of it against her skin. The sights in her 
mind changed without the restrictions of reality. She could see all the 
men now. All of them were masturbating to her. All of them were getting 
off as she herself got off. She looked at her pussy, and now saw not her 
own fingers, but each of the policemen's cocks penetrating her. fucking 
her. And all at once they pulled out of her. And all at once the cocks 
trembled, then shot semen in long flowing spurts. And all at once it 
splashed onto her breasts and drops bounced upwards and landed on her 
lips. 

Helen opened her eyes and realized she now had three fingers in her cunt. 
The officers were still in the circle, still staring at her, and still 
fully dressed. 

Helen jumped up and ran out of the room. She didn't care if they were 
going to follow. She didn't care if they were going to arrest her. She ran 
out of the building and down the street, only slightly aware of the 
silence behind her. 




"Well? What did you think of that?" 

"You bastards." Mark was barely able to whisper to curse. It wasn't so 
much what she had done that distressed him, it was that they had made her 
do what she had done. And easily. Helen performed exactly as they said she 
would, and that scared Mark. If she would masturbate for a group of men, 
what was to say she wouldn't have intercourse with a group of men. 

"How did it feel to watch your blushing bride gratify herself for them?" 

Mark didn't answer. 

"It was her fantasy, you know. We did not make her do anything that wasn't 
in her soul to do." 

"You won't win. You won't win you fucking bastards!" 

The man laughed. "Ah, my friend, it is quite clear that we will. Even know 
her body is alive with the lust and desire it has never allowed itself to 
know. Do you have any idea how powerful that lust is? It's more powerful 
than love, even your love. It was the love you two share that prevented 
her from doing what she really wanted at the police station. You see, she 
didn't want to masturbate for the men, she wanted to fuck them. That was 
the lust. The love counteracted it, but just barely. She is weakening, and 
soon she will be ours. We will have your wife, and very soon. Look:." 

Mark watched on-screen as Helen walked down another deserted street. Wait, 
not deserted. Three men came into view, but they were behind a building. 
Helen couldn't see them. 

"Shall we move on?. Would you care to guess what the next one is?" 

Mark could see what was going to happen. Three men. Strangers. The look in 
their eyes said it all. 

The men were going to rape her. 

Mark covered his yes. No. No, this couldn't be a fantasy of hers! To be 
gang- raped? No! He wouldn't accept it. He couldn't believe his sweet, 
beautiful, loving wife had a deep fantasy to be ravaged by a passing gang 
of thugs. They had made a mistake, it was that simple. 

"Watch, Mr. So-so." Mark felt the electric current pulse through him, and 
opened his eyes. She would fight, he assured himself. She would get away. 
And if not. there ploy would still be broken. She would turn down their 
offer and return home with him. 

Surely. 




Helen was finally convinced the officers were not going to pursue her. 
They evidently had had their fun. But her problems still remained. Where 
was she? What was wrong with mark? How was she going to get home? 

On top of it all, her body's arousal had not dissipated. The erotic wash 
of sensation that had grown inside of her at the station was still 
present. It was an aching want. They must have drugged her, she reasoned.. 
That drink was some sort of aphrodisiac, maybe even Viagra. She wondered 
if she could control herself when she got back to Mark. For all she knew, 
she would jump him before they even discussed what had happened to them. 


Helen hadn't really thought about the streets since she left that station. 
On some level she had remembered they were deserted and felt almost 
comfortable walking down the street. But this street wasn't deserted. 

Helen heard about two steps behind her, but didn't have the time to run 
around. A hand had closed over her mouth, preventing the reflex of a 
scream. She felt the weight of a man pus her towards the side of the 
building, then throw her to the grass. She fell face- first, but broke her 
fall with her hands. She turned to face her assailant. She aw three. 

"God, look at you." One of the men said with a huge grin. He was referring 
to her bare left breast. It had fallen out in the fall. The man moved 
towards her, and Helen tried to back away. She felt a rush of adrenaline 
pump through her/ These men were going to rape her. 

The first man jumped on her. Immediately she felt her exposed nipple in 
the palm of his hand. Helen tried to push him off, but not as strongly as 
she could have. In fact, she was surprised by her response. She wasn't 
screaming. She was barely fighting. 

The man's hands were moving all over her body with an uncontrolled 
excitement. He was humping her even though his pants were still on. 
Finally he pulled back enough to undo them. The other men moved in, 
pinning her arms to the ground. 

Helen could have tried kicking, but her body was strangely unresponsive.. 
In fact, she wasn't scared. The twinging between her legs perhaps provided 
an explanation why. 

Still, she thought of Mark. She pictured his face at the moment he learned 
his wife had been raped by three men. God, he would b devastated. And 
angry. He would never forgive himself for letting something like that 
happen. 

She couldn't let something like this happen. 

"Noooo!" Helen screamed at the top of her lungs. "Nooo! Stop, please 
stop!" Of course, the men didn't stop. Helen felt a cool rush of air as 
they ripped down her panties. Her pussy became half-exposed as the panties 
topped midway down her legs. She forced her legs together , preventing 
further panty slippage. 

Her attacker didn't seem to mind. When his eyes caught sight of the strip 
pubic hair, they opened wide and his face descended on her crotch. 

She felt his tongue on her cunt. An almost overwhelming surge of ecstasy 
shot through her. God, it felt good! She bucked her hops, not to throw him 
but to encourage the sexual act. The move was unintentional, and managed 
to throw him anyway. The man regrouped, wedging his hand between her legs 
just above the panties and sliding it upward. The motion was slow -- and 
maddening. His fingers were like an intensity adjuster, turning up the 
arousal in her body the higher they moved. Helen screamed as loud as she 
could, trying to vent some of her excitement as well as cry for help. Then 
his fingers reached her pussy. 

Helen gasped and knew the sound this time was completely sexual. Again, 
her body wanted to fuck but her mind said no. Her mind seemed to have 
little choice this time. 

But before the man could move any further, Helen heard a thud. Another man 
had jumped in! This was a new man, not one of the three attackers. Oddly, 
he was dressed only in a gold g-string. The outfit showed quite clearly a 
well sculpted body that oozed strength. He easily handled the three men. A 
few punches, a couple kicks and they fled. The man had saved her. 

Helen looked at him, noticing how tightly the fabric was pressed against 
his ass. Then he turned. Helen felt the wetness surge between her legs. He 
was gorgeous. 

"Are you ok?" he asked. He leaned down to help. Helen noticed his eyes 
dart from hers down to her exposed breast and then to her pussy. She liked 
it. 

"I'm fine." She said. "Thank you, you got here before anything happened." 

The man was staring at her pussy as if he didn't realize how attractive 
the women he rescued was. Or, as if he wanted her for himself. 

"Here, let me give you chance to straighten up." He said as he turned 
away. 

Helen slipped her breast back into her bra and pulled up her panties. They 
were soaked. 

"Ok." She said. 

The man turned back to her. "Where are your clothes?" 

"Actually, I don't have any. You're never going to believe what's happened 
to me." 

"Don't tell me you woke up this morning dressed just like that in a room 
you didn't know." 

"Yes! Yes! Exactly! How did you know?" 

"Because the same thing happened to me." 

The man explained. He was up on a business trip. He had spent much of the 
night drinking with coworkers. When he woke up, his clothes were gone 
except for the gold g- string he was wearing. He didn't know where he was, 
how he got there, or what was going on. He had gone out trying to find 
some answers when her heard Helen scream. 

The man helped Helen up, and they started to walk. Helen told her story, 
about the police and her attempted rape. She didn't tell him about her 
body's unexplained arousal, however. That didn't seem necessary, 
especially as she watched the large bulge in his g-string shift with his 
steps. It was growing bigger. The answer to why was evident in the long 
stares he continued to take of her body. 




Mark had thought that his captors plans had gone awry when the stranger 
jumped in to save his wife from rape. But a quick glance to the men around 
him showed him they were too confident, too smug in their reactions to 
what happened. They knew it was going to happen. And Mark realized rather 
quickly that a man appearing out of nowhere in a gold thong was probably 
planted by these men. 

Still, he wasn't quite sure what the fantasy was. At first, it looked as 
though they were trying to setup a rape. But Mark knew how terrified Helen 
was of being raped. Being as beautiful as she was, she had some past 
experiences with men who were a little too aggressive when she wasn't 
interested. She trembled at the thought of being out alone at night or 
having to walk through a desolate parking garage or whatever. He truly 
didn't believe it was a deep fantasy of hers to be ravaged and violated. 

So who was this man? His words from the beginning were deceptive. The same 
thing had happened to him? Not likely. 

Mark watched as the man continued to explain the events of his last few 
days. How he awoke alone with no clothes. How he kept encountering 
beautiful women in situations laden with sexual tension. But no sex had 
occurred. 

There was something about the way he was speaking. He was very calm, very 
soothing. He accentuated the words he used when speaking of beauty and 
sex. 

He was attempting to seduce Helen. It was quite obvious now. 

"Well, Mark? Do you know what she wants? What her fantasy is?" 

Mark stared at the screen. "To be rescued from a rape." 

"And?" 

Mark lowered his head. With her fear, her situation, and the calm, 
protective charms of this man, he knew this fantasy was a strong one for 
her to resist. 

"To fuck the man who rescued her." 

"Very good Mark! She became quite aroused when she told us this one. How 
she wanted to come to the brink of being taken. To have that fear and 
dread overcome her, and then, at the last moment she would be saved. It 
would be a kind man. A strong man. A handsome man, much more handsome than 
you. He would be shy, but she would wouldn't be. It is her fantasy to 
repay him the best way she knows how." 




As Helen and the stranger walked, she began to see other men. They were 
eyeing her uncomfortably. In her entire time here, she had barely seen a 
soul. But now there were groups of men on every corner. They stared at 
her. Helen could see their intentions, she could see that every single one 
of them wanted to rape her. 

She moved closer to the kind stranger. 

The man shot sinister looks to the other men. Now that she had protection, 
she backed away. 

The stranger turned to Helen. "I had hoped to get you back to your hotel, 
but, I don't think we're gonna make it." His eyes glanced at a group of 
men. "Maybe if you had some clothes. but your obviously dressed for 
maximum enticement, and I don't know if I can fend off all these men if 
they make a move." 

Helen nodded. She wondered if he was and enticed as the other men, and if 
so, why wasn't he trying to make a move? 

The two of them turned off the street and walked past a building. There 
was a hill ahead of them, but a path made it look like fairly easy going. 
They climbed up the hill, past a row of trees. Helen looked behind her a 
number of times, looking for the preying men. She realized she was putting 
a lot of trust in this stranger. If he wanted to have his way with her, it 
was doubtful she would be helped again. 

The reached the top of the hill, and Helen saw a familiar building. It was 
the gift shop! The little store where she and Mark had had been shortly 
before all this weirdness had occurred. And of course, it was the same 
with the secret sex room. 

"Come on, I was in the shop earlier and no one was there. I think it will 
be ok to hide out in there for awhile." 

Helen wasn't totally comfortable with going back into the shop, but even 
if someone was there, it was probably the old man and woman. Or possibly 
some customers! In any case, this was the first place from her normal 
world she had seen. She was willing to give it a try. 

As the stranger had indicated, the shop was devoid of other people. Helen 
and the man entered through a side door, and walked into the unlit shop. 
There was enough sunlight to see by, but overall the room was dark. 

Helen realized that the side door they had entered took them right into 
the sex portion of the shop. She was about to voice her concern when the 
stranger spoke first. 

"There! Over there!" he walked to the far corner of the room, towards a 
dress on a hanger. Helen hadn't noticed it when she had been in the shop 
earlier. "You can out this on," the man said, "and hopefully not drive the 
men so crazy." 

Helen walked up to the dress. It was gold. It was extremely low-cut. And 
the hem line looked like it would barely come past her pussy. The whole 
outfit looked extremely delicate. The two straps look quite thin, and 
surely would all off and take the whole dress with it with the slightest 
brush of a hand. Still, it was more clothing than what she had on. 

The stranger looked into a corner while Helen removed her bra and slipped 
the dress on. She would have preferred to keep the bra, but it would have 
been too visible with the little area the dress covered. But once she got 
the dress on, she realized she might have to put on the bra and just let 
it show through. The dress was extremely suggestive, perhaps more so than 
the bra and panty set. 

The stranger turned around and looked at her. His eyes noticed how the 
fabric of the dress barely covered her nipples. He also noticed how loose 
and jiggly her breasts were in the thin fabric. 

"Um, this may not work." 

"What do you mean?" 

"It's too sexy, I mean the men are bound to think it's very sexy. Id 
anything, I think you'll just drive men even more crazy." Then he looked 
away. "It's impossible to see you in that and not want you." 

Helen noticed a large bulge in his g-string. It had pulled the gold fabric 
far enough from his body that she could see a hint of scrotum. She felt a 
rush of arousal sweep over her. 

She was going to keep the dress. 

The man noticed her staring at his bulging cock and turned away. 

"I'm sorry." He cupped his hand over his penis. "I don't mean to be rude. 
It's just.., it's just that, I mean that dress." he sighed. 

Helen moved over to him and put her hand on his back. 

"They drugged me, you know." The stranger said. "they drugged me to make 
me hard so I'd fuck their women. But I didn't, you know. I didn't." 

"I see." Helen felt disappointment. She had thought his hardness was 
simply because of her. She scolded herself for the thought. 

"I don't know why they want me. Why they are doing what they are to me. I 
resisted on principal, even though some of the things I've seen are right 
out of a late- night fantasy." He turned and looked at Helen. "I thought I 
was strong, I thought I could get away. And then I saw you." 

Helen looked at him with a questioning look. 

"I saw you and those men trying to rape you, and." 

"And?" 

"I wanted to join them." He looked right into her eyes. "I wanted to rape 
you." 

Helen felt flush. His words. her body. she was going numb on the outside, 
while inside her body was a storm of sensation. 

"But then all I could see was your fear. All I could hear was your 
screaming. And I knew I couldn't hurt you." 

Helen felt shortness in her breath and twinging in her nipples.. 

"I meant to help you." the man continued. "I meant to protect you." 

"And you did! And you have! You saved me from those men that tried to rape 
me. And I know you kept the others from even trying. And now you've 
brought me here where I can be safe." 

He nodded, then shook his head. "You don't understand. Ye, I brought you 
here because I've already been here, and, " he looked again into her eyes, 
"I've already seen that dress." 

The meaning of his words hit her. 

"It's such a coincidence. I have a fetish for that kind of dress, right 
down to the gold color. To have one here, and then to see you. I have a 
fetish for women like you. Blonde, gorgeous, and. big-breasted." 

Helen looked at her breasts. They looked immense in the skimpy dress. Her 
nipples were on the verge of displaying themselves. 

"Are you going to rape me?" Helen asked. 

He looked away. "I think you have about ten seconds to get out of here. It 
is taking every ounce of self-control not to attack you. Please go, before 
I hurt you." 

Helen didn't say anything. 

"One." 

"I don't want to go! I need you!" 

"Two." 

"If I go out there, those men will rape me. I can't get back to my husband 
without you!" 

"Three." He was breathing heavy, but still looking away. 

"Please, please don't make me go! Please don't make me go." 

The man counted four, shortly followed by five and all the way up until 
eight. 

"No!" Helen screamed. She reached for the mans face, trying to turn it to 
her. 

The action had an unexpected result. Just as she came face to face with 
him, her left breast fell out of the dress. They both knew it. They both 
saw it in their peripheral vision. A moment passed, and the man was no 
longer able to resists looking down. 

Helens soft pink nipple poke outward, harder than he expected. The breast 
was round, firm, and hanging loosely from the bit of support the dress 
offered from underneath. 

He didn't say "10." He lunged at her. 

His lips met hers, and Helen stumbled back. 

Helen wanted to fight off the stranger, at least her heart did. She wanted 
this gorgeous naked man to climb off of her and disappear. She was sure of 
it! But, she had this unexplained need and want to fuck. The urge was 
welling in her pussy with a force of lust she had never before 
experienced. But she wanted Mark to satisfy that lust. 

But, oh, this man was making his case. Helen froze has his fingertips 
grazed up her stomach and onto her bare chest. Involuntarily she lurched 
at the touch. She opened her eyes a moment, and saw that the intensity of 
the man's lust equaled hers. She remembered how she loved to be wanted. 
That seeing a man desperate to have her was, in itself , a mighty 
aphrodisiac for her own libido. And how this man wanted her. She expected 
him at any minute to strip her of her clothing and ravage her. But he 
didn't even expose her breasts. His fingertips were tantalizingly close - 
she felt them brush against her nipples through the dress. 

She lurched again, staring at those fingertips playing her sensitive 
points. She saw a significant potion of areola expose itself and she 
closed her eyes. Her head swam with anticipation. Surely now his lips 
would descend and fight to free her nipple; to suckle at it with driven 
passion. But the kiss never came. Just those fingertips! 

Helen began to realize that in addition to be maddening they were 
completely demanding. They were activating her drive for sex with each 
effortless flick, but also telling her she had the responsibility of the 
invitation. She had to invite this man into her body. 

Helen faintly clung to the hope that her closed eyes would give her the 
concentration she would need to fend of the seducer. She knew now that if 
she saw his naked form, his erect penis awaiting her slightest 
instruction, that she would spread her legs and break her marriage vows. 

She clung to the image of her husband. She loved him. Surely she loved him 
enough to remain faithful at least through the honeymoon! She couldn't 
understand why she was so overcome with desire. She simply couldn't 
explain why she had so much want and lust flowing through her body. She 
fought in her mind to control her feelings, reaching a point where she was 
almost sure she had. 

Then she felt the tip of that long, rock-hard penis against her pussy. 

There was the fabric of her panties in the way, but it did little to 
interrupt the sensation of heat and smoothness. 

Helen opened her eyes. 

The man was propped above her on the strength of his arms. His biceps 
rippled, his chest flexed. She looked down his perfect body as she reached 
down to her hips. His cock was magnificent. It surged with power and 
masculinity. It was the perfect symbol of manhood. And it was about to be 
inside her. Without though, Helen had succumbed. She was going to fuck his 
man. She pulled at her panties, and the man had his cue. He slid back in 
order to assist her. He pulled on the panties gently, slowly revealing her 
perfect cunt adorned by perfect hairs. 

Helen stretched pout her arms, offering her embrace. Her right hand 
knocked something over, and Helen glanced quickly at what she had 
overturned. 

It was one of the dildos. One of those nicely crafted representations of a 
man's sex that came from the old mans hands. Her eyes locked on it as she 
righted it back up. The stranger had worked Helen's panties off her legs. 
He moved his body into position, his cock seemingly screaming at him to 
begin fucking. He savored the moment. Helen's hand clenched around the 
dildo. It was slightly cold. But of course, it wasn't real. It wasn't 
Mark. Helen brought the dildo to her pussy in a quick motion. A flash of 
rational thought and zipped across her mind. A way out. 

Helen plunged the dildo into her pussy. Her left hand joined her right, 
causing the stranger to move to the side. He sat back smiling as Helen 
began masturbating. The fake cock felt incredible. Helen felt wave of 
pleasure shoot through her as the dildo penetrated her cunt. She thrust it 
harder and faster. She didn't stop even has her breasts popped free of the 
dress. The jiggled free for a moment before the man descended on them. His 
hands groped and squeezed her nipples, then his mouth suckled on her left 
nipple. Still, she concentrated on the dildo she was ramming inside her. 
Her nipples were on fire however. She added fuel to the lust between her 
legs and begged her to allow the real man's cock. 

The stranger moved his hand to hers, moving with it as she fucked herself. 
Slowly, as she pulled the dildo out, he tried to impede her thrusting. He 
flicked his tongue on her nipple, and felt her body quiver with lust. But 
his cock was yet to penetrate her. She resisted his attempts to break her 
hold on the dildo. She knew she would cum. She would most certainly have 
an orgasm. And that was the plan. Fuck the plastic, not the man. 

The man didn't give up immediately. He managed to break the dildo from her 
wet pussy several times, only to have her cover herself before he could 
bring is own cock to entry. After the few attempts, however, he stopped 
trying to take over. She wondered about his giving up as continued to 
pound away at herself. He could have easily taken the dildo, thrown it 
away, and humped her. Maybe he thought it would be rape, but Helen knew it 
would be anything but if she felt that immense hot cock inside her for 
even a single thrust. As long as she kept that out of herself, she 
believed she wouldn't be cheating. 

The man did take control, of the dildo again, but didn't move it. Helen's 
hands let go and she opened her eyes. The man was fucking her, but not 
with his own cock. She humped the dildo, and he obediently held it in 
place. He began thrusting it to match her own thrusts, and Helen moaned 
with delight. Her hands were free to squeeze and quell the burning in her 
nipples, and she did so as she watched her body fuck the fake cock in his 
hands. 

Within a minute, an orgasmic tidal wave washed over her. She screamed a 
deep, overwhelming groan as she came. 




"It was with fierce pride that Mark looked up at his captors. 

"Nice try." He said smugly at the astonished men. "But she doesn't want 
your fantasy, she doesn't want the savior from a raping. She wants the man 
she loves. She wants me!" 

The men were huddled, whispering amongst themselves. One of them shouted. 
An older man walked in, Mark recognized him as the old man from the gift 
shop. He looked livid, but then quickly composed himself. He whispered 
something to the men, who then scattered in several directions. Of them 
tripped, and fell on the control panel they were using to monitor Helen's 
progress. Mark felt his restraints loosen. He was free! But could he get 
away. 

"Quickly now, go!" the older man yelled. The man fled the room, apparently 
on some important mission. The old man walked up to Mark. He prayed he 
couldn't notice the releases bands on his arms and legs. 

"You're wife is very loyal." He said. "She must love you a great deal. No 
woman has ever withstood our little hero. But she will fold, I assure you. 
And when she does, it will be me who cocks her first. I will be the one to 
welcome your wife to our community. She is very lovely, and I want her. I 
want her more than any woman we have assimilated before. And I will have 
her." 

The man exited the room, leaving Mark alone. His heart leapt as he sprung 
out of the chair. He made his way to the one of the doors a derby man had 
gone through, looked carefully, then opened it. The bright glare of 
sunshine hit his eyes. Mark took a step outside, hoping he wouldn't hear 
shouts identifying his escape. He heard none. 

Mark ran into a grove of trees. He was free, and he had but one purpose. 

To find Helen and leave this God-forsaken town. 



END OF PART II 





Helen's chest was slowly heaving less deeply. Her bare breasts
were glistening with sweat and the man in the gold g-string's
saliva. His cock was still brimming with hardness. He was
stroking it, teasing it.

"Ok, now are you ready for me?" he asked the recently orgasmic
Helen. He moved back on top of her, and took her left nipple into
his mouth.

"I don't think so!" Helen said. She pushed the man away, then
quickly slipped her breasts back inside the dress.

"Hey, come on! You can't leave me like this! I need to fuck you!"


"Sorry, but I'm married."

"You were just about fuck my brains out a minute ago."

"Well, I changed mind. I didn't want to then, and I don't want to
now."

"Don't tell me that dildo took care of you. You need a real man!"
He was sounding desperate.

"I need my husband." Helen retorted. She was back on her feet and
reaching for her panties.

"Oh yeah? We'll see how you feel in about five minutes!"

"What are you talking about?" Helen slipped her panties back up
her legs.

"You'll want it again in five minutes. The stuff they use works
perfectly. It takes a while to build, but once it kicks in you
can't get enough fucking!"

"You mean, I've been drugged?"

The man smiled back at her menacingly. He was one of them. The
truth hit her like a bucket of cold water. He wasn't a prisoner
here! He was a plant! For some reason, the men in the town were
trying to fuck Helen, at least the ones she had encountered so
far. What was with this town?

"I've got to go. I've got to get back to Mark." Helen started for
the door.

"Oh no, you don't!" The man grabbed her from behind the waist.
Helen struggled to break free, but his strength was too great.
Their coupled bodies fell onto one of the tables. Helen felt her
gut pressing hard into the man's arms, which were firmly squeezed
against the wooden surface.

"I want to fuck you so bad! I want to fuck you so bad!" he was
gritting his teeth. Helen felt his hands lift up the hem of the
dress, then his body thrust forward. His cock had slipped out of
the g-string, and was now rubbing against the silken fabric
covering her ass. It found he grove created by the indentation of
her panties over space between her butt cheeks.

"Oh, God!" he moaned, his cock moving swiftly up and down on the
rear of her panties. The man tried to pull them down completely,
but the material was too tightly wedged against the table. All he
succeeded in doing was to expose her buttocks a little.

Though cupping her breasts and humping her ass, Helen knew the
man wasn't doing any real harm. He had become locked in his
thrusts, unable to break away from the sweet, smooth feeling of
his cock gliding along the silken panties on her butt. He wanted
to get inside her cunt, she knew that, but he was enjoying the
current sensation too much to force the issue. Helen had an idea.
She needed to make him cum from his current actions. She needed
him to blow his load safely outside of her pussy, and deliver his
sperm somewhere else from the depths of her reproductive tract.

"Oh, God, that feels good!" Helen moaned. "Oh yes! Hump me! Hump
my ass" The man responded furiously. Helen did mini humps with
her midsection to push herself against his cock. "Doesn't it feel
good? Doesn't it feel good?" she asked, using her voice in
breathy, seductive, tones. The effect was working.

"Ohhh, yes! Ohhh!" The man was humping even harder. Helen
continued to coo and moan. The sound of her voice seemed to curl
around him, surrounding him inn complete bliss though he had yet
to enter her. His cock had probably been raging for her for a
long time now. It was ready to burst. It was ready to unload. All
it needed was a little coaxing.

"I need to fuck your pussy! I need to fuck it!" The man yelled.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck my pussy!"

The man jumped back, allowing Helen the room to lift up from the
table. He yanked her panties down to her knees, exposing her cunt
yet again. Helen knew she had a split second. She turned over in
a flash, just as the man was about to re-take his position
from-behind and ram himself into her womanhood. She caught his
penis as it lunched forward in her right hand. Startled, the man
stopped his motion.

Helen began to jerk-off her admirer. She opened her legs, fully
exposing the sight of her cunt to his eyes. The man's eyes went
to it immediately, then rolled back with the pleasure to his cock
that Helen's hands were providing. After just a few moments, a
white stream erupted from the head. Sperm shot into the air,
landing on Helen's hand and thighs. Most went to the floor. A
second spurt followed almost immediately, this time landing on
the discarded pair of panties on the floor and Helen's lower
abdomen. She quickly let go of the man's penis, and pulled her
dress back down, rubbing the fabric into the sperm and semen on
her flesh. The man collapsed to his knees, now rubbing his cock
himself. Despite not entering his "intended," he wore a look of
satisfaction.

Helen pulled up her panties, getting more sperm on her hands. She
wiped them along the table as she headed for the door. Her
fingers brushed against a dildo, and Helen paused a moment. She
only had a couple minutes before her need to fuck returned. She
didn't expect the g-string man to follow her, but she didn't know
who else she would meet. She picked up the dildo and continued
out the door. She didn't need it yet, but knew she would in a
couple of minutes.





Mark was surprised to find the town deserted. Street after street
indicated no signs of people, though he was being careful not to
be seen himself. He practically hugged the trees, moving from one
forested patch to another after checking to make sure no one had
seen him. He was sure that people must be in their shops, or in
their homes, but he didn't want to risk going inside one of them
and getting caught. If he could find the gift shop, that would be
a different matter, for he knew his love was there.

He felt even more desperation to find Helen now that he had seen
how close she had come to having sexual intercourse with one of
the townsfolk. The act of sex was bad enough, but if the men in
the derby hats were correct, then it would mean Helen wouldn't
want to leave this quiet little town. He couldn't let his wife
become the sex toy of an untold number of men. He couldn't let
her be ravaged hourly by hick-town slobs with hard-ons, even if
she somehow came to want to stay.

Mark frequently looked behind him, expecting at any moment for
his captors to rediscover him. He noticed a number of small video
cameras at various points in the town, and did his best to avoid
their line of sight. The entire place was in the conspiracy, he
was convinced. Somehow, the town had become sex-addicted and
predatory, yet escaped the public's knowledge. When he got Helen
back home, he would reveal the little secret.

Mark found himself in a garden of a church. The grounds appeared
to mostly clear, except for this long, thin patch of trees
bordering a stretch of flowers. Fall bloom had kicked in, and the
colors were stunning, but, he was more concerned with getting
hiss stunning wife to safety. He remembered the derby man's
words, stating so clearly what others must have felt, but lacked
the courage to convey. Helen was beautiful, he was ordinary. She
should be with someone equal to her in physical gifts. He
wondered if the g-string man was that man, and that if her body
had rejoiced at the sight of him, despite fending off his
advances.

Mark stopped. He could see the body of a woman kneeling in front
of him, just her backside sticking out between two bushes. She
appeared to be nude, except for a white pair of panties. Mark
could clearly see the bowed stretch of vertebrae up her back.
Could it be?

"Helen?" He kept his voice quiet, but it was still excited.

The woman stirred, then pushed into the trees further.

"Helen?" He stepped closer, noticing the shape had turned towards
him. He could see naked legs, and a flash of white panties.

"Please! Please leave me alone!" a voice cried. Mark knew it did
not belong to his wife.

"Who are you?" he asked. "I'm looking for my wife. A beautiful
woman, blonde, dressed only in her underwear, like you."

"Please, please just leave me alone! You're one of them!"

"No, no." Mark went to his knees. He could see into the bushes
better, and saw the terrified face of a curly-haired brunette
staring back at him. Tears streamed from her green eyes, and her
hands clutched over the skimpy white bra covering her breasts.
Her hair fell about her shoulders, then further. She was
beautiful.

"I'm not one of them! I want to help you! They took my wife!"
Mark whispered strongly.

"I don't believe you!"

"Look at me, all I have are my jeans. I woke up this morning, and
my wife was gone. I was drugged, I think. I went to look for her,
then realized we weren't in our hotel!"

"Oh, my God! The same thing happened to me!"

"Really?"

"Yes! I'm here with my husband. We're on vacation. I woke up this
morning, dressed like this. I didn't bring this underwear with
me! And all my clothes were gone. I didn't realize about the
hotel until I went outside. I was going for help, George, my
husband, wasn't waking up!"

The woman started to come out of the bushes. She had a few
scratches on her shoulders and arms.

"When I got out, I was at a school. I was scared to go inside,
dressed like I was, but the principal saw me. He came out. he
said he would help me. he. he." she began to sob.

"What happened?"

"It was so weird. He thought I was a student. He said if I didn't
have sex with him he would flunk me."

"What?"

"I know. I told him I wasn't a student, but he wouldn't listen.
He forced me to the ground. he took off my bra.. he. fondled my
breasts."

Mark pulled the woman to him. If she didn't trust him, she
certainly wanted to. She wrapped her arms around him, and cried
for a minute before she could speak again.

"He put his penis in my mouth." She said finally. "I had to give
him a blow job. It was better than letting him fuck me I
figured."

"Is that when he let you go?"

"Sort of. He was tired out. I got up and ran. He chased after me,
telling me he still had to 'put his dick in me' but he gave up.
He was too exhausted. I went to the police for help, but they
were no different. I thought they were going to gang-rape me, but
they left for some reason, something about some other girl, I
couldn't here what they said exactly."

"Helen." She must have been brought in just after this woman,
Mark thought.

"They left the door open, and I got out. I haven't seen anyone
else until just now." Mark patted her head. "I just don't know
what to do! I don't know what's happened to George!"

"There is something about this place." Mark said. "Something not
right. Your husband is probably with the men in derby hats. Have
you seen them?" She nodded. "They took me somewhere, like a
control room. They told me what was happening, that they were
awakening my wife's deepest fantasies, and that causing them to
come true would make her want to stay here, to be some kind of
sex slave."

"Is that what they want to do to me?"

"I assume so." Mark looked at her. Indeed, she was quite pretty.
Not quite to Helen's level but certainly gorgeous. "You are very
pretty." He said. "I'm sure they want you, too."

The woman wiped tears from her eyes, then looked up at Mark. "I'm
Brenda." She said. Mark replied with his own name, and they
shared a smile. "Do, do you think George is ok?"

"They probably have him where I was. Oh, shit!" Mark looked
around frantically. "They are probably watching us right now!
They know where we are! Come on, we've got to get out of here!"
Mark took Brenda's arm and ran across the open field of the
church. He knew he risked being seen, but there was a good chance
he had been seen anyway. They were surely watching Brenda as they
had Helen. With nowhere else to go on the current stretch of
cover, he knew he would have to find somewhere else to hide. With
any luck, he would also find his wife.

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