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silence.
    While she did the dishes the two men sat at the table drinking beer and congratulating themselves on their good fortune. When she finished, Willy indicated she was to stand between them. They ran their hands up the inside of her legs and over her ass. “You tired, babe?” Willy asked.
    Her legs began to tremble, “Yes, I’m exhausted...I-I...can’t...”
    Willy chuckled and lifted his flaccid cock, “Neither can we, at least not right now. Maybe we all get a little sleep and then have a go at this?” He slapped her ass.
    “Please, no...” she began.
    Sam slid a blunt finger into her vagina. Looking up at her he grinned, “Why do you think we went to the trouble of buyin’ you a butt plug? If you ain’t gonna cooperate maybe we do Tommy’s ass instead.”
    “Yeah,” Willy said, “don’t look as if he’s in any shape to object.”
    She looked from one to the other then bowed her head, “Yes,” she said.
    “Yes, what?” Willy asked.
    After a long pause, still not lifting her head she said, “You can do it. You can take me like that.”
    “We’re kinda slow,” Sam winked at Willy. “What do you mean, we can take you like that?”
    “You can...can...put it in my...in my....ass.”
    Sam went into the bathroom and brought back a large tube of KY jelly which he put on a small table that separated two filthy beds. “For later,” he said. “We gonna take turns. Tonight you sleep with Willy, tomorrow with me.” He pointed to the nearest bed.
    Heather slipped off her shoes and climbed into the bed. Willy lay beside her, his cock pressing against her ass, one hand on her breast. He pulled the dirty sheet over them. Sam stretched out on the other bed. Within five minutes all were asleep.
    At 4:30 in the morning Willy woke to find his erection pushing against the warm flesh of Heather’s ass. She had been awake for an hour fearfully anticipating what they intended to do. She’d also been trying to formulate a plan to escape. She couldn’t think of a way. The clothes they said they’d ordered for her were locked in a worn suitcase.
    She couldn’t go off into the woods naked and without shoes. She had no idea where this cabin was, only that it seemed hidden deep in the woods. Then there was the problem of Tommy and his broken foot.
    She recalled Willy and Sam talking about keeping her for only a week. Wherever they intended to take her couldn’t possibly be worse than this. Since escape was impossible she’d try to get through the week for Tommy’s sake as well as her own. She frowned, remembering that Tommy couldn’t get an erection on their wedding night but had masturbated at least three times while watching her satisfy Willy and Sam. Feeling her cheeks burn with shame, she also recalled the intensity of her own orgasms. How many were there? She had lost count.
    Willy’s hand moved on her breast. His fingers pinched her nipple and she felt his stiff cock push against her ass. He knew she was awake. “You ready to give it up?” he asked.
    She shook her head, “Please, Mr. Will, I’m so tired...I-I...can’t.”
    He twisted her nipple and pulled her tighter against him. “I’m sayin’ you can.” With his other hand he began to rub her clitoris which had become slick. She tried desperately to think of other things to stop the flow of heat to her vagina, to prevent her nipples from stiffening. It was no use. Without meaning to, she found herself pushing back against his cock. He whispered in her ear, “Say you want me to fuck your ass.”
    She shook her head, “No...no...I don’t...I don’t.”
    He slid his middle finger into her and continued to rub her clitoris with his thumb. She felt an orgasm beginning to build. Her breathing was quick. She moaned softly. Suddenly he took his hand away. She reached between her legs but he grabbed her wrist preventing her from touching herself. “Say it,” he repeated.
    It was several moments before she spoke, “Do it,” she said,