He still played with Claire's tits as he spoke to her.
"You believe me now?"
She closed her eyes and nodded her head.
"If I take off the gag, do you promise not to scream or shout, or do anything stupid like that?"
Another frightened nod.
He leant behind her to reach the buckles and added another warning. "It's not just for my sake. Let on we're not one of them and they'll kill us. Both of us! Make no mistake about that." He freed the buckle and pulled away the gag, leaving a red line on each cheek where the straps had dug into the flesh. Claire stretched wide her mouth to bring some life back to her jaw.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," she mumbled. Then with a sterner voice she added. "But no matter what you knew, it didn't give you the right to do what you did. No-one should do what you've done to me."
"That's nothing," Peter put in. "Nothing, compared to what they'll do to you if they find us." He waved his finger around the building to highlight who 'they' were, then quickly grabbed Claire and pushed her to her knees, forcing the bulbous dome of his cock into her mouth. He had seen a figure looming towards them through the smoke and knew it was dangerous to be seen simply talking to one of the girls.
He was sitting on the tyres when the man came into view. A big man, well over six feet, with a broad bright smile. A black man.
He took one look at Peter with his prick down Claire's throat. "Nice one man. I like it." Peter waited until he had dissolved back into the fog before lifting Claire up by the ears.
"That was him," he told her excitedly, his heart thumping frantically. "That was the Hell Raiser. He might lead us to Susan." He made to go after him then stopped. "Better still," he said, spinning Claire around to undo her cuffs, "you let Melanie down, and I'll get Susan."
"Melanie?" asked Claire. "You mean that girl? Why let her down? I thought we just came for Susan?"
"Because," said Peter, pointing a finger up at Melanie. "Without her help, we wouldn't be here today."
"And I'm supposed to be grateful?"
"Susan will be!" said Peter as he headed off. "Just let Melanie down and wait here until I get back."
Hell Raiser had not got far when Peter caught up with him. He was easy to follow in the confusion that reigned, the smoke and blaring rock music providing ample cover. From the direction he was taking, he looked to be heading for an incredibly bright light shining straight down onto a mass of gleaming metal. As they neared Peter realised the mass was a huge, highly polished, chromium plated wheel lying flat on a stage.
Chained on it, face upwards, was a young blonde girl.
She had wild spiky hair and the craziest neck collar of black leather with massive shiny steel nails protruding from it. As the Hell Raiser went up on the stage, Peter found himself climbing a combine harvester to get a better look.
The black man strolled across to the wheel and with his huge hands spun it around so that the girl was facing him. From his position all Peter could see was the back of the man and the legs of the girl, although he could also see the girl was devoid of pubic hair and had very pronounced sex lips.
The Hell Raiser appeared to be saying something to the chained girl as he pointed to the enormous penis which hung down clearly and menacingly between his massive legs. Eventually he turned the wheel once more so that the girl's head, which rested on the rim of the wheel, came to a stop between those very legs.
The black man shuffled closer until his cock was directly above the girl's mouth, then he crouched down to lower the still limp member between her bright painted lips. Even when soft the cock was a problem to accommodate but she tried her best, sucking him into her mouth, pleasing him enough so that he fell forward to lick at her slick smooth cunt that dribbled for his cock.
The powerful thighs tensed with pleasure, lifting and falling, gently fucking the white girl's mouth. She seemed to be enjoying it, seeking to make the man happy. Only when she opened her eyes to delight in the sight of his black skin did Peter realise the girl was…
Susan!
His Susan!
There was nothing he could do. The initial adrenaline rush had told him to dash up to the stage and drag Hell Raiser away, but he managed to control himself in time. Against such a powerful man he was useless, age and size were his enemy, never mind all the other Drivers. All he could do was bide his time and wait.
On the stage, his wife soon sucked Hell Raiser to a full erection. It stood thick, black and heavy against his belly and in comparison to what Peter had to offer it looked massive. How could Susan possibly take such an obscenely monstrous thing?
Peter sat and watched, sick to the stomach, aware that she was already used to accommodating the man, and she must be acting well, for it looked as if taking it in her mouth was a pleasure, as if she was more than happy it wasn't Peter's mere standard issue.
Hell Raiser pulled the wheel around again.
This time he stopped it when Susan's legs faced him. Up on the combine Peter could clearly see thick pearls of juice on her lips, lubricating her swollen vagina, readying it for the onslaught.
The black man lowered his thighs again, his engorged bell-end knocking at her entrance. Her lips offered little resistance, parting at the first touch of his inflamed bulb. It squeezed its way in, fat and uncompromising, all the way up until she could manage no more. The heavy black thighs thumped home time and again, the solid turgid cock rammed into her hole, filling it completely, its thickness pushing against the walls of her cunt, demanding more space.
There was nothing Peter could do until the man emptied his balls inside his own young wife, the blonde innocent he had known since her sixth form. The quiet shy girl who chose cotton over silk, a vest in place of a camisole. The girl fucked so solidly on that glistening wheel was not his wife, not any more.
When the Hell Raiser finally lifted his great frame from her, a flood of spunk oozed from her wide crimson coloured cunt. He bent forward and gave her a kiss one might have even considered loving, then swaggered from the stage, his prick gleaming with the slick juices of sex. As he vanished into the smoky atmosphere Peter jumped from his position and rushed across to his wife.
"Susan!" he cried. "It's Peter."
She opened her eyes as the last of her many orgasms faded into nothing.
"Peter!" she whispered. "What the… Get away from here! You don't understand!"
"I do, I know everything."
He fumbled with the chains, searching for the lock. Thankfully they were only held by a bolt and didn't need a key. Peter sprung the chains and lifted Susan from the wheel.
"Well, well," said a voice in the smoke. "We meet at last."
Peter straightened up, prepared for a fight, waiting for the man to show himself. It wasn't just the one however. Out of the smoke stepped Jack, Lincoln, Colin and the Hell Raiser, each sporting a convincing scowl.
"We knew you'd come," said Jack. "Couldn't leave a beauty like that now, could you? Too good a fuck she is." He turned his attentions to Susan. "Too good at snatching cock aren't you Sue? The bigger the better."
Lincoln joined in the taunting. "We've all had her Peter. You don't mind us being personal do you? After all, we've all fucked your wife. You can't get more personal than that now, can you?"
"And boy is she a good fuck," added the Hell Raiser. "Well, you've just seen for yourself. Gives a good ride does Groovy. You know what I like? Those fat pussy lips of hers. You can really feel them grabbing at your prick, you know?" He turned to his friends and laughed. "No perhaps you don't, it's been so long since you saw them."
The group walked a step nearer, pushing Peter to the rear of the stage, when the Hell Raiser spoke again.
"The thing is, Groovy," he said through his familiar grin, "there's nothing we can do about Grandad here, but you've got a bit of a future. It'd be a great shame to lose you too. So we're going to ask you a few questions and if we like the answers, you're going to be a Driver's mate for some time yet."