Gunpoint

My heart pounded with anticipation; he’s going to fuck me! I began to pant through puckered lips, blowing out fast, and I couldn’t stop. I gripped the bathroom sink and bent over, pushing my ass out toward him to give him better access to my plug.

The boss man twisted and worked the plug out of my tight asshole with a pumping, masturbatory motion. When it popped out, I released a loud burst of gas. “On, no!”

“That’s not a fart; it’s an assqueef,” he said.

“Okay,” I said into the sink and reminded myself to ask what ‘assqueef’ meant.

He centered himself behind me, rolled the condom over his huge hard cock, and put the tip against my anal opening. I begged him. “Yes. Push it in!” He pushed, and the head went in.

“I’m not a virgin now.”

Jaco laughed and pushed harder, pulled, and shoved more, and I moaned in pain as he stretched my tight hole.

“Relax!” he said, and I nodded. I lowered my back and forced myself onto his cock. “Mmmm, better,” Jaco said and shoved his thick, hard cock until it popped into my ass. I yelped, and my lover’s cock slid into me to his balls. I pounded the sink with my fist.

He held until the pain eased, but the pressure on my prostate sent pleasure tingles to my cock. “Aaah!” I said.

“I know, pleasure with pain,” he said. He backed off and pushed again.

Turning my head, I watched his long shaft slide in and out of my ass, fucking me. “Oh my God! You’re fucking me!” I said. My ass hurt like hell, but his cock hitting the tingling spot gave me immense pleasure to ignore the pain. Sweat rolled off my temple and down my cheek.

“You have the tightest, most perfect round ass!” Jaco said and thrust harder. He got the lube, squirted more on the top of his shaft, and worked it into my ass. Jaco put one hand on my back, pushing it lower. He stopped and pulled out.

“Bow you back down and put your ass in the air.”

I laid my forearms on the sink and put the side of my face on my arms, and bowed my back down as far as it would go. When I pooched my ass up, I wiggled it back and forth, teasing my lover.

“God, it’s beautiful!” he said.  

He eased his cock in me, and I groaned. Jaco massaged and opened my ass, sunk his shaft in me with deliberate strokes, and began hammering my ass. His thrusting ramrod sent lightning bolts to the head of my penis!

“Oh, God! My cock head is on fire!”

His thighs hitting my ass cheeks filled the room with slapping noises. He chuckled and kept pounding, and my cock flopped, smacking between my tummy.

“I’m bumping your prostate. It will drive you crazy!” Each stroke brought me closer to orgasm.

I looked between my legs at my wagging cock, and it had oozed a long string of pre-cum. It clung to my leg, and it dripped down and formed a small puddle on the dirty floor. But something else lay on the floor beside my boss man’s clothes and my underwear. I spotted his gun!

He pounded my butt, goosebumps ran up my arm, and my shoulders shivered. I bit my lip when a glob of white cum strung down from my foreskin. It landed on the floor with the pre-cum. My man didn’t miss a stroke, and he moaned, nearing orgasm.

I wanted him to come! Nothing would feel better than for Jaco to fill me up with his hot sperm! I, too, neared the waterfall where I would either come hard or stop. My pleasure reached its height, but I realized my chance of getting his gun would be gone once we orgasmed. I had to act now.

I bent around the sink and dropped to my knees with a thump.

“What!” My boss man yelled when his cock popped out of me, and juice dripped from his condom.

The pistol lay at my knee, and I grabbed it and spun around on my butt. I had never fired a gun, this one a 9mm, and I had no idea what to do next. I put both hands on the grip, fumbled with my finger in the trigger, and turned it up on my gorgeous man.

His eyes widened, and he took a step back. My heart broke, and tears filled my eyes. He never hurt me; he wanted to make love to me, and I wanted him as much as he longed for me.

“Forgive me!” I said as I pulled the trigger.

POW! The gun jerked, my ears rang, and I almost dropped it. He flailed backward and fell into the bathtub with a crash! I started crying and crawling on my hands and knees with ringing ears. Loud voices came from the hallway, and I scrambled to reach my feet.

When I got my feet under me, my legs didn’t want to support my weight. My legs felt like I had run ten miles, and my ass hurt like a scalded bitch. Even though our sex had ended, I could still feel his huge cock deep in my ass, and juices ran down my leg. Grabbing the sink with my left hand, I pulled up, stood straight, and pointed the pistol at the door.

“Are you alright, boss?” a man yelled from the other side of the door.

“He has my gun! Don’t try to come in!” my boss man said from the tub. I glanced back, and he moved his arm but couldn’t climb out of the deep tub.

WHAM! A shoulder slammed into the locked door, and I jumped, screamed, and bit my fist. Don’t scream, you big sissy!

I needed to do something, now! Those men would be in here in one more smash! I swallowed, stepped to the bathroom’s center, aimed at the door at chest height, closed my eyes, and fired twice.

POW! POW!

The discharge rang inside the bathroom, and a muffled scream came from outside in the hall.

My boss man said, “They’re going to return fire!”

I threw myself to the wall beside the door, and they opened fire. Wood chips flew while they shot through the door, and I crouched, covering my head. My boss man laid low inside the tub.

“Hey! The others are escaping! Get them!” The men at the door ran down the hall. My brothers and sisters must have used this fight as a distraction.

I hustled, put on my underwear, and grabbed the paper bag. I don’t know why, but I put the butt plugs in the bag, and the lube Jaco bought me and opened the bathroom door.

I do know why. I took the things because a man had never bought me anything before and couldn’t bear to leave them. After I opened the door, I had to step over a man I had shot.

I held the gun out in front of me if my siblings needed me to shoot for protection. But once I rounded the hall and into the great room, they had fled out the open front door, and so had the other kidnappers.

Sirens came from the main road, and when I reached the porch, sheriff’s cars turned into the long driveway. I set the 9mm and my paper bag on the porch and interlaced my fingers over my head. The pitch-black sky with a purple tinge told me it wouldn’t be long before sunrise.

Now, I would need to get the sheriff to believe my story.

***

The deputies took the 9mm, as I had figured they would, and placed me in handcuffs. I expected it, too. My brothers and sisters came back on their own, and the deputies gathered us in the living room. They called ambulances for my wounded lover, Jaco, and the man I had shot. He lay bleeding from the shoulder and chest wound.

Two deputies attended me. The young and handsome one put a blanket around my shoulders and smiled. He pointed out a dried trickle of blood on the back of my leg. “Are you injured, miss?”

Men had started calling me “Miss,” and I loved it! I smiled up at him.

I didn’t know Jaco had made me bleed, and my face went red. After I twisted around to inspect it, I took a second to think, and I decided to tell the truth. “The blood is from a sex injury to my butt.”

The older deputy stood and left, but the handsome young deputy smiled and chuckled. Smiling back, I cocked my head, raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. “It happened,” I said.

The officer finished with me, and I spotted my group. My siblings stood near the furnace vent, so I stood there with them, and we didn’t talk. They must have overheard and had my sex injury on their minds.

The sheriff himself came and took me to the bathroom and had me recount how I got the gun and shot the two men. He didn’t much want to hear details of the sex. I talked while a deputy administered first aid to Jaco’s wound to stop the bleeding until the EMT aid arrived. He let me wash the blood off my leg and buttocks in the sink with a paper towel.

But boy, howdy! The sheriff sure liked to talk! He gave me the whole story of what went on after I shot the two men.

It turned out the commotion in the bathroom caused enough distraction for my siblings to run. Maryanne grabbed one kidnapper’s cell from the dinette table and called 911. It also turned out, except for Mother and Father, no one had been out searching for us. In this state, police wait for seventy-two hours before searching for a missing adult. They wait forty-eight hours for adolescents but search right away for young children.

The sheriff said they came running once they knew of gunfire. They kept Maryanne on the line, traced the phone, and arrived as fast as possible. They rounded up the four kidnappers from the woods and the road.

Once the situation with the kidnappers ended, two ambulances arrived. The EMT men entered, and I watched them load my wounded man from the bathtub onto the gurney. Shooting my boss man got help to us faster, but it made me sad again. The bullet hit my lover in the head, but it grazed his scalp, and he could talk. He still needed to go to the emergency, and I cried again when I saw what I had done to him.

They wheeled Jaco through the hall, and I told them to stop. I went to him and put my palm on his face. I started to cry. “I’m sorry I had to shoot you.”

He shook his head. “I would have done the same thing if I had been you,” he said and smiled.

“You treated me with kindness,” I said. “I’m grateful for your tenderness.”

“No, no, my lover. You treated me better than I deserved. I will never forget you… Lucy.”

I gasped and cried! He said my name. I bent down and kissed him, and his soft lips still thrilled me.

“Okay, enough!” a deputy said, walking over and pulling on my bare shoulders. He wore latex gloves, and they felt like alien hands against my skin. “Take the prisoner away,” the deputy said.

I walked beside him through the living room and joined the rest of my brothers and sisters. Most of them couldn’t look me in the eye, but Maryanne came to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Lucy, you caught feelings for him.”

Her big brown eyes filled with tears, and I hugged her while I sobbed for a minute. I leaned back, swiped my eyes, and looked at her. “We were getting busy in the bathroom, and the gun lay on the floor within my reach. I had a chance to end this and took it.”

To my surprise, my brothers and sisters gathered around me. They put their hands on me, on my shoulders and arms, unashamed of me. They didn’t shun me, and it made me cry again.

“Pray with me,” Recine said, and the others bowed their heads. Maryanne did, too. I hadn’t said a prayer in years, but I closed my eyes and prayed with Recine. She started with, “Thank you, Lord, for Lucy,” and tears rolled down my cheeks. Lucy! She accepted me for who I am!

Before the prayer ended, I glanced from one sibling’s face to the next and marveled at how close we all stood. Circumstances, and my boss man, showed everyone the real me – a Lucy they had never seen. Hell, my boss man showed me a woman I never knew!

Mother, Father, and we all had a huge, joyous group hug.

***

It’s midmorning, and I’m in the warm comfort of my bed at home. The events of last night played through me like a Blu-ray on backward search. I’ve rushed through the events a few times, and I stop at the bathroom scene every time I do.

My handsome, gorgeous Jaco stood behind me, balls deep in my ass, and my prostate sent jolts to my brain. It became my favorite memory of the entire night. I loved kissing him and sucking his cock, and his blue eyes, but him fucking me topped them all.

I promised Jaco I would see him again, and knowing the court system, they would produce him today to enter his plea. I searched the internet for the circuit court docket. It took a few minutes on the county website, but I found it. I’ve got to get showered, get my face done, and catch the bus!

I took the bus downtown, went to the courthouse, and sat through arraignments until my boss man’s turn came. I worked my way to the chairs behind his attorney and gave her a card with my name, Lucy Deshing, and phone digits. I leaned forward to her ear. “I’m the kidnapping victim who shot him, and I want to be a character witness for his defense.”

My boss man, Jaco Wozniak, a polish man, it turned out, sat on his attorney’s left side, a young woman public defender. She jerked her head around, and our eyes met. I smiled, she frowned. “Why?” she asked.

“Jaco wanted money, not to bring harm on us. He made us disrobe to help control us, not shame or harm us.”

“To make you calm and control you,” she added.

“Yes. Jaco said we wouldn’t run away in the cold.”

“And Chi? His associate hit her.” Jaco’s lawyer’s nervousness told me this was a sticky point.

“When his man hit Chi, Jaco gut-punched him for it, saying the others would get worse if they hit one of us again.”

“And you saw Jaco admonishing the man?”

“Yes, all the kidnappers did.”

The lawyer sighed. “Okay, the other thing is, I know he’s gay. So, you and he were lovers, I take it.”

“Yes. At first, Jaco got rough with me and humiliated me in front of his crew, and demanded public sex with me. But after we started, I hungered for it, and it became mutual. Later, alone, he showed me kindness and gentle love. He is not a bad man.”

Jaco’s lawyer smiled at me. “Today, we’ll enter the not-guilty plea, of course. I’ll call you later to let you know when I need you for a deposition or talk about testimony.”

“Thank you. I wanted to introduce myself today and explain why. You have my card,” I said and stood, and Jaco checked me out from head to toe. I wore an overcoat and a long print dress with wide shoulder straps. I chose my thigh-high white stockings and sensible shoes for the weather.  

Jaco gave me an approving nod. “You dress decent,” he said. “I like you this way.” I turned my back to the prosecutor’s table, ensured they didn’t see, and kissed my fingertips. I blew Jako a kiss and walked out of the courtroom.

I was aware the prosecutor would try to attack me on the witness stand for being a transgender woman. They would want to discredit me right away. But I was willing to go through with it. I went to the bus stop and sat on the cold bench.

It’s like I told Maryanne on the balcony; I’m much more comfortable in my skin now, as a woman, than I ever was as a man. I will cry on the witness stand, I’m sure of it.

But they will be tears shed in finality, to get the whole thing behind me, and I will be able to say goodbye to Jaco on that day. I blew white mist through my freezing fist and turned my head at the sound of the approaching bus.