Gunpoint

The kidnappers had packed the seven of us in the rear of the panel van and drove away. I knew the county well, but I couldn’t discern their destination. I managed to get a few glances of treetops and powerline poles out of the front passenger window. But I could not see more.

The van’s heater didn’t blow hard enough to warm us, and our nudity didn’t help. We shivered from the cool compartment. A couple of the girls, Maryanne and Chi, and I sat close. Recine sat next to Chi, then Emma sat at the rear door, but they did not cuddle.

The boys sat facing us against the other side. I wondered why foster brothers and sisters would segregate without instructions. I decided the reason had to be sexual tension and the rule against relationships in the house. We called ourselves brother and sister and lived under the same roof. But I often thought of us as unrelated young acquaintances, and they treated me that way. Everyone did except Maryanne.

Maryanne moved her knees higher over my legs. Since they had duct-taped our wrists, we couldn’t wrap our arms around one another, but we sat as close as possible. I looked down at Chi, her face on my shoulder, and she smiled up at me.

“You don’t mind how I smell?” I asked. Recine had complained that I smelled like cum earlier.

“We all stink and need a shower,” Chi said and cuddled closer. Maryanne moved her face further over my other shoulder.

My brothers glared at me whenever our eyes met, still angry with me. I had performed fellatio on the boss man, Jaco until he burst semen into my throat, and I did it right in front of them. I had begged Jaco to go somewhere private, but he put the barrel of his pistol against my forehead and refused. Now, my brothers have judged me.

Raul kept looking at my mouth and frowning, and I kept turning my head and scoffing. My mouth had been on Jaco’s dick, and my lips were guilty. God, I felt like my face was on fire. Jaco said I had a lovely mouth, but he had feelings for me. Would every cis man find my mouth disgusting?

Was this how it would be if a man found out I’m a transgender woman? He would judge my sex life first before he ever got to know me. I had tears building up again, stinging my eyes. I sniffled. Stop it, Lucy. I have no time for self-pity. Or is my kidnapping the best time for self-pity? I started sobbing, biting my lip, and holding in my tears.

The van jolted us side to side from the rough ride, and it stopped after a few turns, and Jaco got out. We waited, he got in, and we continued. He put a brown paper bag on the center console, and I surmised it was liquor.  

Soon, we turned right, and the van slowed. We stopped, and they shut off the engine and the lights. A man crawled in with us, took the tape off our ankles but not our wrists, opened the side door, and told us to exit.

We stood in a house’s yard at the end of a long driveway, and in the dark, I could make out junk littering the yard. It had old tires, a busted motorcycle, and a car missing a hood with a blue tarp covering the engine.

“This place looks familiar,” I said. “My last fosters lived here.” I was kidding, of course, but it got a chuckle out of Chi and a couple of the boys. I still had a heavy heart, and I imagined the woman who tried to make this run-down place home for a man who didn’t love her. Tears came again, and Maryanne nudged me with her shoulder.

“I’m scared,” I said.

“I know. The boss has plans for you,” Maryanne said.

They herded us, waddling with our hands in front of us, onto the porch. A kidnapper unlocked the door then took us inside the old house. He turned on the lights.

The front door opened to a great room with the kitchen and dining area to the left and a living room and den for TV. At least it had the heat on and warmth. My arms and legs had turned blue. I spotted a large furnace vent on the floor and dashed to it, and my siblings followed.

One of the men started after us, but Jaco stopped him by grabbing his parka sleeve. “Let them get warm,” he said, nodding toward us, but he looked at me. Jaco produced a small burner, dialed a number, and stepped out onto the porch.

No one had cleaned the house in a long time, and a thick layer of dust covered the wood floor, making a few of us sneeze. It had no furniture except an old, cheap dinette set near the kitchen. The kidnappers claimed it at once. Someone had thrown down a dirty mattress in front of an old cathode-ray tube television. Another bed lay in the far corner of the living room.

Jaco came in from the porch and talked to his comrades. “I have demanded payment from the state via the governor’s office. I gave them until noon tomorrow. The banks will be open, and they will have time to follow the other instructions we discussed. All we need to do now is wait for them to verify everything I told them and get their answer.”

“You won’t get a nickel for us throw-aways,” my sister, Emma, said. Emma had long, tangled blond hair, skinny and pale, and always had a scab somewhere. When I first met her, I thought she had ringworm. But she did have head lice.

“When the press gets this story, there will not be a dry eye in the world,” a kidnapper said. “We’ll get paid.”

“Paid for what, a tranny and a Black whore?” Emma asked.

“Watch your mouth, skank!” Recine said, leaning into her. “I’ll kick your skinny white trash ass!”

“Enough!” Jaco said, his deep voice reverberating, and the girls stopped fighting. He stepped to each of us and cut the tape on our wrists. “We’ve nailed the windows shut and put boards on the outside. The back door has a deadbolt. The front door is the only way out, and a guard will be here day and night. You girls go to the mattress over in the living room, and boys go to the mattress in front of the TV,” Jaco said. “Get some rest. It will be a long night.”

The girls tiptoed over dust balls and crawled on the dirty mattress with much hesitation. The boys went to the other one. Jaco made an intelligent decision by separating us; it made planning an escape harder.

He came to me carrying the brown paper bag from the store. “Here comes your sweetheart,” Raul said, and the boys laughed. I scoffed again.

“Come with me,” Jaco said. I followed him through the great room and into the hall. Everyone had seen my breasts, but I wrapped my arms across my chest anyway. We passed two empty bedrooms to the bathroom at the end. We went in, and he closed the door.

“What are we doing?”

“Pull off those panties, lift the lid, and sit on the toilet.”

The toilet sat on the left wall, and I hesitated but did what he said. “What are we going to do?” He still wouldn’t tell me. I forced a smile, dropped it, and stared at the gun in the holster on his belt.

He pulled a package from the paper bag and handed me a Fleet enema box, a two-pack. “I’m giving you two enemas. Use them both and clean yourself out. I have a tube of Joe lubricant, so put some on the applicator and shove it all the way in.”

He watched as I attached the applicator to the bottle, lubed it, and raised my ass off the seat to line up the applicator. Grimacing, I had to push harder than I thought, but it slipped in, and I yelped, “Ouch!”

“Squeeze the bottle until it’s empty, then hold the fluid for a full five minutes, or until you can’t hold it anymore. When you finish both bottles, knock on the door. I have another thing for you.”

He left the bathroom to give me privacy, I thought. I tried to squeeze the fluid in me, but I had to angle down more and wound up on my hands and knees. I gave the bottle a couple of good hard squeezes and emptied it. I held the fluid until sweat beads formed on my forehead.

 Once I finished both bottles, wiped, and flushed, I knocked on the door.

He came into the bathroom in a good mood, and I smelled whiskey again, and I figured Jaco must have a flask in his pocket. He carried the brown paper bag and set it in the dry, dusty sink bowl. He squeezed the durable plastic on the blister pack and showed me a black, spade-shaped object.

I put my hair behind my ear and smiled. “I know that. It’s a butt plug, and I’ve seen those on the internet.” I said and smiled at him. Jaco took another object from the bag, another butt plug with an odd shape, thinner with an angled tip.

“Then you know what we will do with them.”

“Teach me.”

“We will insert the slender one first, and I will show you how to use it. Turn around and put your left knee on the sink,” Jaco said, and I did. The white porcelain cooled my knee.

Jaco spread my ass cheek with his thumb and massaged my anus for a couple of minutes. The rubbing and caressing my ass drove me wild. He lubed the plug with the angled tip, and I wanted it in my ass. I was not too fond of the waiting. I bit my lip and bounced on my toes on the floor.

Jaco chuckled. “Patience, Lucas. This plug is for your prostate. I will work it in for a couple of inches and massage you. You will feel much pleasure if I do it right.”

My boss man used more Joe Lube on the plug. He put the cold, wet tip on my opening, and some squishy Joe lube ran down my balls. I put my fist to my mouth, bit down, and squeezed my eyes shut. He pushed, twisted, and pain gripped my sphincter, and I screamed.

“It’s not that bad,” Jaco said.

“It hurts!”

“Strain like you’re taking a dump.”

I did what he said. He pushed harder, and my ass popped open like my throat did when his dick slammed into it. “There we go!” Jaco said. “You opened up.” Jaco eased the plug into me and stopped. He tilted the head and rubbed, sending lightning bolts through my cock.

I pinched my ass cheeks and closed my eyes. “God! What was that!! The head of my penis exploded!”

Jaco didn’t answer; instead, he moved the plug around and massaged my ass, loosening it. I put my hands on the wall under the mirror, lowered my head, and let my long brown hair fall into the sink. I moaned and moved my ass with the rhythm of his motion. My cock screamed!

My flaccid and circling cock dripped precum on my leg and made a puddle on the floor. Jaco massaged harder and made my ass quiver. I cried out, “Yes!” I started pushing against his hand, holding the plug as hard as possible. Lightning slammed my cock each time I humped, making my legs shake.

Jaco reached under, gripped my cock, and stroked me in rhythm with the massaging.

“Haa! Haa!” I panted through my gaping mouth. “Mmmm! God, Yes!” I watched him masturbate me while white cum dribbled from my cock onto the floor. “Is this what fucking me feels like?”

“Fucking is better,” he said, breathless.

Jaco’s heated breath made me want him now. My cock vibrated with every touch of the plug. I put my leg on the floor, turned, and took his face in my hands.

I kissed his lips, looked into his eyes, and pressed my lips onto his in a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue found his tongue, and we pushed and pulled tongues until he broke off. He looked to the ceiling, exhaling a long breath. Jaco had muscular shoulders, and I ran my hands down them.

“My pretty one. Fucking you is much better; it goes deeper.” He kissed me and put his hand on my breast. I put my hand over his enormous hand and pushed my hot nipple into his palm. God, I could not catch my breath! I squirmed my legs with the thing in my ass. It drove me crazy.

My dick stood up rock-hard, curling back, and the tip touched my belly button. Cum and precum still drained from the head. He stared at it like he didn’t dare touch it or couldn’t believe it. “Go ahead, boss man, take it and do what you want.”

He pushed my dick flat against my tummy and pulled back my foreskin, exposing my sensitive head. He squatted, mouthed my hairless balls and scrotum, and licked them. He licked the juices off my balls and made his tongue in a point. He moved his tongue up my cock’s raphe line, slurping my cum, across my foreskin, and tickled the groove in my cockhead. My cock jerked whenever his tongue raked the tip, and I moaned. I bit my lower lip.

“Your tongue is so good!” I said. Jaco took my cock in his mouth, and my knees knocked together. The motion of his mouth down and up again on my cock drove me wild. He began masturbating me with one hand and moving my massager in my ass with the other. Then he started sucking my cock again.

My cock spasmed each time his mouth came off the tip!

He smiled at me, and those gorgeous blue eyes sparkled. He came off my cock, rose, and kissed me again, and I tasted my cock for the first time. I hungered for it. I roamed the inside of his mouth with my tongue. He unbuckled his belt during the kiss, and his pants dropped to the floor with a thud. The weight of the gun made them heavy. We parted, and he had a Joe Lube condom in his hand.

“Turn around and bend over, pretty boy,” he said and bit the edge of the condom wrapper.

I stared at his gun, and it did not have the holster’s safety strap over it. The 9mm slid away from the holster and touched the floor. My siblings! They were out there on the filthy mattresses at the mercy of those other men. If I get a chance, I’m going for it.

I held to the sink facing the mirror, bent over, and arched my back downward, pooching out my ass. Jaco tugged on my massager, and I rolled my eyes and pranced my foot. He’s pulling it out. I bit my bottom lip and moaned, “Now!” I said. Yes! He’s going to fuck me!