Home Sweet Homeland

"Is this the ear where those boys tied you to that fishing line?" Scott asked.

"Or was it on this one?" Jarrel wanted to know.

"Uh . . ."

Elisabeth gulped deeply as both her ears attracted the attention of tongues, and then of lips and nibbling teeth.

Scott's fingers gently rose up underneath her bared breast and cupped it as though he was lifting a piece of precious porcelain. An action matched by Jarrel's hand on the other side of her body. Since Elisabeth's wrists were still entangled in her blouse sleeves there was no way she could even try to fend the groping hands away. Which also saved her from an equally futile struggle with her conscience.

"Which one was it then?" Jarrel asked again. "Your left ear or your right one? On this side?" He gave a firm squeeze to the soft flesh he was holding

"Or this side?" Now it was Scott's turn to apply pressure to her. Elisabeth could hardly remember what she written in those fucking emails, her mind was in a whirl of complete confusion.

"My left ear -- it was my left ear."

Catherine Haught's arm had come around from behind Elisabeth, her hand brushed against one of the exposed nipples, the left one, a set of sharp nails pinched sharply around it.

"This side? Are you sure, Elisabeth?"

"Yes! Please, don't touch me like that."

"Leave her alone, Catherine," Scott ordered. "You're happy to let two guys deal with your case, aren't you, Elisabeth?"

Somehow she was nodding her head as each of the men took a firm grip on one of her nipples. They scrunched them up slowly and carefully, as if crumbling styrofoam cups between their strong fingers. Elisabeth looked down at what they were doing to her and spread her hands out against the folds of the fallen blouse. Stretched them out to where her feet had been rubbing against hard male flesh and found those places again. God, both cocks were fully locked and loaded, thrusting strongly against her palms. Looks like an early lunch break for you today, Elisabeth, she found herself thinking. Which meant that she must be going mad, but it seemed like the right day for it. And the right company as well. Because, without a word being spoken, Scott and Jarrel sat down on the desk again, side by side, and drew her towards them by hauling firmly on her tightly held breasts.

"Is this what that gang did to you?" Scott asked. Before filling his mouth with her nipple and a generous helping of soft flesh behind it.

"Or was it more like this?" Jarrel lightly bit her other nipple and held it between his teeth as he swirled his tongue around it.

"Aaah . . . "

Elisabeth moaned deep in her throat. She squirmed and stamped her feet on the carpet like a child in a tantrum, fighting to get her arms free from the folds of the blouse. The agents were hauling up her skirt around her waist in an untidy bundle. As soon as her panties were uncovered a hand slid between her legs. Whichever of them it belonged to, he was running a finger backwards and forwards on either side of her mound, in the creases between her outer lips and her inner thighs. Combined with the attention her breasts were receiving it was a kind of caress which could send a woman out of her mind with desire.

"Enjoying yourself, Ms Manning?" Catherine asked sarcastically. The agent's elbows were resting on the desk as she kept the camera firmly aimed at Elisabeth's face.

Bitterly ashamed of her own excitement, Elisabeth looked away, to her left and right, seeking something to keep her view averted from that small glass eye. But all she found to stare at was an FBI warning poster about how to deal with suspicious objects. For the first time Elisabeth began to have some sympathy for suspicious objects, now that she was one herself, and getting a increasingly thorough official investigation. But Catherine wanted to hear answers.

"So, Elisabeth, how did you feel in the boatshed while the boys were playing around with you? Did you get a cunt full of love juice, just like you're getting now?"

Elisabeth knew she had to answer.

"Yes, yes! They got me as hot as hell. They felt my butt all over and one put his tongue inside my mouth. Then they started blowing on my nipples and kissing them. Then they started playing with them in their hands and telling me how they had a lot of rubbers with them and how both of us were going to get the shit fucked out of us."

"And what about Anita? How was she dealing with the boredom of being left out of the main action?"

Elisabeth knew that Catherine already knew the answer to that, but the female agent obviously wanted her male buddies to hear again what had been written in those all too revealing emails.

"The guy with her was holding his rod up alongside him with the end on the floor and Anita was down on her knees in front of him opening the zip of his jeans. And as soon as she'd gotten his cock out she held it with one hand and began giving him a blow job. It wasn't like he was pulling on the line or anything to force her to do it, he was just standing there and laughing at this counselor sucking his cock without even being told to. Then he called out to one of the other boys, and the boy took a camera out of his pocket and took a picture of Anita with her mouth full of dick. Then they walked me over there as well and told me I was going to have to help Anita out."

"Do I have to guess what happened next?"

"No . . . God!"

Elisabeth felt as if her nipples were about to explode inside Scott and Jarrel's mouths. Finally, they freed her hands from the blouse and she grabbed at both men's pants, fumbling at the fly zips until they opened.

"You did some cock sucking yourself, hey, Ms Manning?"

"Yes, yes. It was crazy, what those guys did. There was a small flat bottomed boat made of aluminum, upside down on some stands. One of the boys stripped off and lay down on top of it, and we had to stand on either side of him. The guy holding my rod was next to Anita and the one with hers was next to me. Then another came back with a canoe paddle. The big guy who was the leader said that the guy on the boat would call out our name and then tell us to rim him, or lick his balls, or take as much of his prick in our mouth as we could. And if either of us didn't do a good enough job the guy holding our rod would bend us over the boat and we'd get the canoe paddle slapped on our ass until we learnt to liven up."

Catherine giggled: "So did you get paddled, Elisabeth?"

"Yes, yes. The guy on the boat, the first one, he wanted to come in my throat, and he said I wasn't swallowing enough of his cock, but it was so big. So they used the paddle on me, and then on Anita, and told her to hold my head down by holding my ears while I was face fucked. And I nearly suffocated before he blew off into my throat. Then they made Anita lick some of the cum off my lips while the next boy was lying down on the boat. Jesus . . . will you guys get started on me, please! "

Elisabeth had her fingers around Scott and Jarrel's cocks now, pumping away strongly as is they needed to be wound up like clockwork before they could function. Scott removed his lips from the slippery patch of saliva coated skin around her aching nipple, then gave it a final quick bite before issuing his orders.

"Bring her round the front, Jarrel. Get the chair around there as well, Catherine."

Elisabeth didn't know what Scott had in mind, but she soon began to realize as he put the chair in the middle of the office and then tilted the back of over as far as it would go, to about forty five degrees.

"Keep telling us about your boating adventures, Elisabeth," Catherine demanded.

"It went on for what seemed like ever, with us giving them blow jobs. They pulled off our swim suits and their fingers were up our cunts all the time we were bent over. We had to keep wriggling our bare asses for the rest of the gang to watch and if you didn't have your mouth full you had to keep begging them to fuck you. If you didn't shout out loudly or often enough you got a tap from the paddle as a reminder.

"Then the boys put Anita down on top of the boat on her back, and then they made me stand at the other end. They said the boat was a punt for a cunt. Then they lifted up Anita's legs and told me to hold onto her ankles while they lined up to fuck her. She was staring up at me between her knees with her eyes rolled back and squealing away like a puppy getting pinched. And every time a new boy began pumping her the camera flash went off again."

Elisabeth was finding it harder and harder to keep her story anything like coherent as Scott finished his preparations. He took his own jacket and Jarrel's, folded them and put them on the top of the seat backrest. Then he put his tie underneath one armrest and Jarrel's red silk tie underneath the other one.

"OK, Elisabeth, time for some intensive interrogation techniques."

She was moved forward, against the seat, the tops of her thighs against the folded jackets. She gasped as the men forcibly bent her forward, so far forward that she had to press her palms down against the edge of the seat itself to support her weight. The pain on her lower stomach would have been intolerable without the cushioning effect of the two jackets. Then she felt the ties being drawn around the back of each of her knees and tightly knotted.

"Oh God!"

She was a prisoner, her legs secured on either side of the chair, her feet on tiptoe, the upper part of her body bent forward and down, with her butt stuck out behind her as though on display. Which it was, and even more so as her skirt slid down her inclined back until the hem was hanging around her shoulder blades, her blouse underneath it. Elisabeth's hands squeezed against the polished leather below her hands as exploring fingers moved up between her pinioned thighs. Air blew out between her lips like steam from a boiling kettle.

"Isn't this how you wanted it. Ms Nice Lady?" Scott demanded. "You told your boy friend you got it doggy style in that gang bang. So tell us about it."

"God . . . God! The guys took me to the other end of the boat. Then one of them told me to kneel on top of the boat support. It was like a plank with a rubber mat on top of it to stop the boat getting damaged, so I could put my weight on my knees without it hurting too much. But I had to put them down on either side of the boat, with Anita's legs underneath me, and then they bent me forward so I was showing them absolutely everything. That wasn't all though, because my face was so close to Anita, we were looking in each other's eyes, and our tits were piled up against each other. And then the jerks tied the fishing lines to both our earrings so we couldn't move our faces away from each other. The bastards . . . they lifted up Anita's legs against mine, and they put a belt around our knees on one side and tightened it, then they did the same on the other side, so we couldn't move our legs either. And while we were in that position I got my first show and tell fuck from some boy I couldn't even see while Anita screaming in my face because the other guys were fingering our clits at the same time."