Now I was just a lump of flesh. It seemed impossible to believe that such a useless organism could be capable of ever having come. After not very long in the shed, I began to regard myself as a bottom-dwelling slug.
I tried to wonder if Tom knew yet about my kidnapping. If he cared.
However, I couldn't continue to focus on it. I was so depressed I didn't see how he could want me back. After all, if Tom knew I was gone, Lieutenant Parker would have had to reveal he'd been in my bedroom. He might try and conceal some of the particulars, but I was certain it wouldn't fool Tom.
I could envision him receiving a ransom note. Cursing me and then crumpling it before he flushed it down the toilet.
Finally, I purposely turned on the fog machine in my brain and mercifully retreated into oblivion. It was such an improvement that I soon fell asleep. I don't know how long I dozed in a ball.
When the door opened again I had to be shook awake before I could acknowledge it. A cool breeze from the outside lapped against my naked body, making me abruptly aware of how sore I was.
"Come on," a man's gruff voice said, "we gotta get some food in you before you croak. Your family's not gonna want a skinny corpse back after all the trouble you're going to put them to."
Slipping his forearm through the cleavage of my bound wrists, the man lifted me out of the shed and into the air with one powerful movement. Then he carried me against his broad back all the way to the main house. He was enormously strong, and I guessed about six-five.
"Hey, Tiny, whatcha got there?" somebody said to the giant as he carried me into the hideout.
"Something I found out in the shed," he drawled, and then dropped me unceremoniously to the floor. Fortunately, the numbness had set in again and it didn't even hurt. However, as I uncontrollably rolled into a corner, I felt like a bowling ball.
"What should we do with it?" a third voice said.
"Fuck it?"
"Naw, we're supposed to feed it," Tiny grunted stolidly.
His heavy feet walked over to me and then there was a sharp click. Bending down, he used the switchblade he'd just opened to sever the bonds on my wrists. Then he did the same to my ankles. I was free.
"Well, stand up, baby," one of the voices said. "Let's see what kind of taste those three who brought you back have."
I tried, but I just couldn't muster the strength. I felt like I was still hog-tied.
"Stand up!" the guy started shrieking excitedly.
Suddenly there was the smack of flesh against flesh, and the sound of somebody falling. "Jesus, Tiny," the excitable guy wailed like a child who'd just been spanked, "you didn't have to knock me down!"
"Shut up and get her some grub," Tiny grunted.
"Christ, I think you broke my jaw," the man on the floor continued to whine.
"Aw shit," Tiny showed emotion for the first time, his thick voice tinged with exasperation. "You two get on outta here and I'll handle it. I don't need any help just to feed a helpless woman."
Silently they trudged out of the house. I was glad to hear them go – but with their departure I still couldn't forget about Tiny's apt description of me as "helpless", I couldn't help but wonder if the behemoth was as placid as he seemed. If he wasn't, he could easily have his way with me.
While I was still thinking about it, he picked me up and literally carried me into what I supposed was the kitchen. There, he sat me down in a chair like I was a child.
My lips seared as the tape around my mouth was removed with a jerk so I could eat. As before, only the blindfold remained.
Dinner wasn't much – Cheetos, a can of warm beer, and a stale Twinky. However, in my emaciated state, the meager fare seemed like haute cuisine.
It was only after I finished ravenously gobbling that I realized Tiny must be watching me behave like a scavenger. All of a sudden I felt very self-conscious.
"Excuse me," I apologized for the blush that overtook my bare body. "I feel so degraded. I'm just not myself."
How incredible it was that I was sobbingly saying I was sorry to one of the gang who had put me through this torture. However, at the time, this irony whizzed right over my head. My mentality was totally that of a captive.
"Don't cry, pretty lady." Tiny spoke for the first time since he'd sat down at the table. His voice had become more mellow with the other two gone.
Reaching out, he touched my face with a massive forefinger and wiped away some tears. It seemed like the gentlest act anyone had ever bestowed on me.
"Oh, please help me," I broke down. Too distraught to compensate for my blindness; I lurched forward to hug him. In my clumsy desperation for a sympathetic human touch, I spilled like a spastic from my chair to the hard floor.
My ass hit the hardest. Upon impact my legs flew uncontrollably apart. Immediately I was aware of the cool air on my abruptly exposed pussy.
Suddenly all I could think about was my cunt. I knew it was wide open – I could feel the rubbery lips stretching.
Was Tiny watching it? As he ogled it, was his dick rising in his pants?
I was sure something was going on when I heard his hard breathing. Then he coughed, and mumbled, "Guess I better pick you up."
In a moment his huge hands were holding me and I was soaring through the air. Blindfolded, it was like being on an elevator with my eyes closed.
"Wait," I blurted as he held me in mid-air before returning me to my chair. "Put me on the table instead."
With a mild grunt, he shifted my weight from one hand to the other and hoisted me to the left instead of the right. In the sweeping process, the bottom of my ass brushed against his groin. There was something very hard in there.
And big! Tiny apparently had a cock as impressive as the rest of his massive physique.
Feeling enshrined on the table top, I left my legs as open as they had been on the floor and thrust my cunt in Tiny's general direction. The scent of my own sudden sexual ripeness made my nostrils flare.
"Fuck me, Tiny!" I trampled over the last of my inhibitions. "My pussy is soaking wet!"
"I-I can't," his stammered reply shook me to my foundation.
"But I felt your cock on the way up," I disputed his refusal. "It was hard as a rock. You could fuck me all day or night long – whichever it is."
"It's not that," he actually whimpered. "It's Chinga I'm afraid of."
"What – or who – is that?"
"The leader," Tiny shakily informed me. "He says nobody's supposed to fool around with you. Anybody he catches, he's gonna go heavy on."
Immediately I wondered with concern about Emma. Recalling her marvelous body, I prayed that her indiscretion with me hadn't been detected. Now I knew why she'd been so nervous about the others returning from town.
"We're calling it the Emma Law," he dashed my hopes. "When Chinga found all those pussy hairs clogging up the drain, and cunt-scum all over the bottom of the bathtub, he knew you two chicks had been making it."
"What happened to her?" I blurted in fright.
"Chinga elected Grady to push her off Diablo Cliff," he made my heart sink. "Chinga says losing a member will just make us leaner and tighter."
Even though I was the victim of the kidnapping, I felt like I had been responsible for that girl's death. I felt like I had been endowed with an evil power I'd never asked for.
On the other hand, now that I had it, the voice of practicality reminded me I might as well harness it to my own advantage. Who knew how many of the gang members I could get rid of by luring them into the kangaroo court of their own wrathful leader. Every one of them I got erased for paying too much attention to my body would be a further obstacle out of the way toward freedom.
"Forget about this Chinga," A hissed sensuously to Tiny. "Think about my deep, tight pussy. How your big, strong cock would feel pumping inside my wet cunt. I'll make you live forever, strong boy."