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Both men were still extremely turned on by their recent activities and within minutes both were growing hard again, much to Tricia's unspoken delight! She was surprised, but aroused at the same time, when Steve bent to kiss her hard on the mouth, the remnants of his cum still adhering to her chin and the upper swellings of her petite breasts. His hands moved to massage the sticky juice into her skin, the edges of his palms brushing lightly against her nipples as he did so, causing them to perk up even more than they already were, an almost painful twin-erection which sent tingling waves of lust pulsating through her body as she returned Steve's passionate kisses, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and shoulders pulling him closer into her.
When Tom knelt down between her still-open legs and began to kiss and lick his way from her left ankle up the inside of her leg, licking the full length of that so-soft area of her inner thigh until he reached a spot just below her leaking pussy, she did not for a second imagine that he would do what he did next; with no warning or hint at all of his plans, he widened his tongue and licked the whole length of her crack, from her puckered anal ring over her sensitive perineum, and then all the way from there, over her pouting vaginal lips with their smooth coating of cum, 'til he reached her erect clitoris, sucking the throbbing button between his lips and flicking the tip with his tongue. Tricia moaned into Steve's mouth, her body shuddering as her and Tom's mixed juices flooded over Tom's face, her nails digging into Steve's back with the force of the unexpected orgasm Tom had induced in her.

"Oh my GOD!" she screamed, "keep doing it to me.... pleeeaase!"

Tricia was nonplussed when both Tom and Steve suddenly moved away from her, and her first thought was that they were going to leave her alone in the basement with her overwhelming need for sex. With a massive effort of will she refrained from speaking, knowing that if she was wrong that would be exactly what they would do, so she was thankful she had kept quiet when, rather than leave the room, Tom came up the side of the bench and bodily lifted her up, cradling her in his arms like he would a baby. Tricia watched as Steve took her place on the bench, placing a pillow behind his had as he made himself comfortable on the padded material. Now it was Tom's turn to kiss her, still holding her in his muscular arms, one arm round her back and the other supporting her under her buttocks, his thumb absently stroking her still oozing cleft.
When Steve had made himself comfortable on the bench, his erection now returned and standing straight up from his neatly trimmed pubic hair, Tom whirled her up and round, placing her in a sitting position on the top of Steve's thighs, her leaking pussy less than an inch away from his glistening member. Steve's strong hands grasped her thighs, as if to forestall any movement she might make, although for the moment Tricia was quite content to remain where she was, enjoying the sight of the twitching penis that soon, she hoped, would be buried deep in her hot cunt. As if to give the lie to her own thought, her hands fell between her open legs, her right hand wrapping round the hot shaft and her left hands fingers delving inside her pussy, her thumb gently rubbing the small, hard button of her clit. Suddenly, Tom appeared at her left side, reaching his arm around her body and both hands landing on her chest to completely cover her small breasts, the pebble-hard nipples seeming to take on a life of their own as they pressed into his strong palms; she moaned as his hands closed on her flesh in a gentle, yet firm, squeeze which quickly metamorphosed into a rhythmic kneading of her breasts that sent further shivers of pleasure through her body.

Tricia reached down with her left hand now, groping for, and finally finding, Tom's fully erect and swollen manhood, folding her fingers as far round the shaft as she could manage. Now she felt bold and powerful, holding two rampant cocks in her small hands, knowing that both these beautiful organs would soon be filling her body with their hot hardness. Steve now took over from her fingers, two of his own sliding easily inside her moistness, still lubricated by the remains of Tom's ejaculation which didn't seem to bother him in the least, a scenario that turned Tricia on even more, much to her own surprise. She was finding more and more though, that nothing these two guys did could turn her off, so immersed was she in milking every last ounce of sexual pleasure from them, a bodily insistence that they had awakened in her in a few short days! She shivered again as Tom's hands slid from her breasts, the full span of his hands deliciously rubbing her aroused breast-tips, the warm skin of his hands smoothing round her torso until his thumbs met in the middle of her shoulder-blades, his palms now holding her round her slim ribs. Steve removed his fingers from her pussy, immediately replacing them with his other hand, continuing his pleasuring of her slippery canal and clit. He brought the fingers so recently removed from her pussy up to her mouth, coated in a heady mixture of her own, and Tom's, juices, and she sucked them into her wet mouth without thought, savouring the tanginess of the fluid as she sucked his fingers completely clean. Steve hooked his fingers slightly over her bottom teeth, and pulled gently at the same time as Tom pushed her body forward, until Tricia was bent almost double over Steve's supine body, his solid erection pressing into her stomach as her inflamed nipples brushed, almost painfully, over his roughly-haired chest, the contact sending tingles of electricity through her body to her clit, her cunt muscles contracting on Steve's buried fingers as she came once again. Seconds later, she screamed her pleasure, as Tom made use of her folded position to bend over and lick her roughly from pussy to ass, stopping at her puckered rosebud and probing her dark entrance with a long, sinuous tongue.
"Oohhhh...... Please........... OHMYGOD......" Tricia was unable to articulate any words as yet another orgasm ripped through her, her entire body tensing as she gave herself over to savouring every sensation her two lovers were inducing in her. She was unable to reach Steve's mouth to kiss him and taste him, and when he removed his fingers from her mouth she immediately latched on to his nipple, sucking it hard and nipping the raised flesh with her sharp teeth, causing a grunt of satisfaction from the man beneath her. His hands grabbed her hanging breasts, kneading them and pinching the nipples much rougher than Tom had a few minutes earlier; far from causing her pain, though, this served only to arouse Tricia even more, which was further enhanced when Tom took her buttocks in his hands and spread them wide, the tips of his fingers only a fraction away from her anal ring, his tongue licking, licking, probing inside her, his breath hot on her exposed centre. She could feel Steve's manhood digging insistently into her belly as he continued his unmerciful treatment of her breasts, and she was becoming ever more desperate to feel it inside her again.

Just as she was thinking of trying to move up the length of Steve's body, and feel his hardness against the entrance to her pussy, she felt Tom's mouth leave her ass; she moaned softly into Steve's chest as she felt, rather than saw, Tom climb onto the bench behind her. Steve changed the position of his hands then, turning them so that his forefinger and thumb were circled round the base of both breasts, his hands squeezing the flesh out just as though he was milking a cow! He began to rub her nipples against his chest hair, the sensations from this flooding her senses so that she was barely aware of what Tom was doing; so it was a genuine surprise this time when she felt the head of Tom's prick at the entrance to her anus, his slow, continuous pressure causing her ass to open easily to accept him, a low moan reverberating from her lips as his full eight-inch thickness slid inside her rear entrance until she could feel his heavy testicles bumping against her swollen vaginal lips. The feeling of fullness she was experiencing almost overwhelmed her for a few moments - then she pushed backwards with her hips, wanting to make certain that every last millimetre of his thick member was buried inside her forbidden hole, revelling in the tightness in her abdomen and the amazingly sexual sensations that were fermenting inside her body... AND mind! She could scarcely believe it when Tom just kept pushing his hips forward, forcing her to slide up Steve's belly, his hands still pulling and squeezing her tits against the rough hair of his chest, the hardness of his erection now sliding down her stomach, over her pubic mound, until it popped upright between her still-open thighs. This had obviously what Tom had been waiting for, because as soon as she felt Steve's cock jerk upright, Tom ceased his pushing. Steve again changed the position of his hands, this time simply reversing them on her tits, but continuing to pull them out from her body, his finger and thumb pinching and pulling on her nipples, so aroused now that they were a fiery dark-red in colour, and standing out from her breast-flesh almost an inch long!
Steve pulled her down by her tits now, his cock slotting easily into her pussy entrance and, with Tom pulling her backwards by the hips, she felt Steve's hardness gliding easily inside her tight hole, it's passage lubricated by Tom's earlier deposit of which a fair amount still remained in her pussy. Yet again, Steve appeared completely unconcerned by this even when Tricia could feel Tom's spunk oozing out of her around Steve's thick shaft, coating Steve's cock and balls with his best friend's emissions. Tricia was now in the same situation as she had been the other day, except that now Steve was in her cunt, while Tom was the one who was filling her ass.

Tricia could barely deal with the feeling of completeness she now felt, her whole body felt energised and the sensations emanating from her entire pelvic region were almost beyond belief. When Tom began to move deep inside her bowels, moving slowly in and out of her stretched asshole, every inward thrust seemed to fill her more and more, every withdrawal leaving an aching void of emptiness that she wanted filled all the time. Steve remained perfectly still, seemingly content with having his cock inside her tight pussy, only an occasional twitch letting her know his own desperate need to pound himself into her hot sweet hole, his hands never letting up on their manipulations of her breasts and electrified nipples. Tom's thrusts became faster and, if that were possible, felt even deeper; his cock now pounding her ass powerfully as he began to grunt his intentions to her.

"I am going to fuck your ass and fill it full of my spunk" he groaned, the head of his cock reaching parts of her insides that she didn't know she had.

"Oh, YEESSSSS!" she screamed, "fill me full of your cum.....I want to feel it shooting into my ass........ I want you to use me, like the whore you've made me, you bastards!"
Tom began to fuck her abused ass with a vengeance now, his cock pounding into her stretched ring like he had never fucked anyone before, wanting to fill the second of her holes today so that his spunk would drip from her whichever way she lay. His hands spread her buttocks wide apart, so that he could penetrate her as deep as humanly possible, feeling the head of his cock enter her bowel with every strong thrust inside her. He could feel Steve's member through the thin wall of flesh separating her two orifices, and it turned him on even more knowing his friend was also being stimulated by his pounding movements. He felt the tingling in his balls which heralded the onset of his orgasm, and he increased his tempo yet again, his cock disappearing into Tricia's ass with every rough stroke. All too soon he came, his ejaculations merging into one long stream of sperm which flooded into Tricia's bowels in a scalding flood of male juices.
Tricia was screaming louder now than either man had heard her before.

"YES....YES.....YEESSSS! Fill me up with your spunk you fucker! OHMYGOD, this is SO good..... I can't get enough of this.....of BOTH of you! You two are AMAZING!"

Tom eventually finished coming and withdrew his still-hard cock from Tricia's hole, watching as the abused orifice slowly began to iris closed, large globs of his spunk oozing from the battered rosebud of her ass. Steve now pushed up on Tricia's tits, forcing her to sit up straight on his rampant pole. Swiftly, and with some help from his friend, Steve swung Tricia round so that she was now facing his feet; wrapping one arm around her waist so that his hardness remained embedded in her tight cunt, he knelt up on the bench, and allowed her to fall forwards onto her hands and knees. Tricia was now in a similar position to what she had been in seconds earlier, but now she had no-one beneath her and it was Steve behind her....AND inside her! The small mounds of her breasts, with their swollen nipples, dangled beneath her as she knelt, the cool air a welcome balm to her abused flesh. Steve began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but building rapidly to a rhythm similar to that of his friend only minutes before. Tricia closed her eyes, all the better to savour every thrust of Steve's cock inside her, pushing her hips back onto him to suck in as much of his length as she could. She was aware of the movement of the bench in front of her, and when she opened her eyes it was to be greeted with the sight of Tom's slick hardness right in front of her nose.

She was aware of a slightly musky odour from his shaft, and realised with a sudden illicit thrill that it was the smell of her recently fucked ass! Tom's deliberate placement of his cock right in front of her face left no doubt what he wanted, and she hesitated briefly, knowing exactly where this monstrous organ had just been.

"Oh, what the Hell", she thought to herself, "who cares? After all, he fucked my ass with his tongue first, what is there to worry about?" Even as the thought passed over the surface of her mind, Tricia was leaning forward to place her moist lips over the head of Tom's cock, swiftly inhaling his full length into her throat and, much to her astonishment, actually enjoying the taste of him on her tongue.
Steve was still thrusting into her pussy, every second or third stroke inducing another orgasm in her. She felt Tom's hands cupping her tits, massaging them both with his strong fingers and causing her internal muscles to tighten uncontrollably around Steve's pistoning erection as she came yet again. The contraction also occurred in her anus, and she could feel Tom's spunk being expelled from her rosebud to slide down over her perineum, coating Steve's thrusting prick and adding to the already copious lubrication leaking from her leaking, soaking pussy. Meanwhile she continued to deep-throat Tom's thrusting cock, moaning around the thick shaft as he pounded into her mouth, feeling a slight tightening in his balls as his second orgasm got closer. Tricia now started to ram her cunt back on to Steve's cock with every stroke, tightening her internal muscles as much as she could, milking him with her pussy at the same time as she milked Tom with her mouth. Seconds later, she felt the warning spasm of Tom's penis, and as he erupted into her mouth she felt and heard Steve grunt loudly as he too ejaculated deep within her, both men filling her body full of hot sperm, her screams and moans now louder than ever as she came massively and uncontrollably. Long seconds after Tom and Steve had both emptied the last of their juices into her, Tricia was still in the throes of orgasm; even though both had removed their manhoods from her body, Tricia's body was now so aroused, it needed no external stimulation to maintain her level of orgasm for several minutes. She was transported in a trance-like state of complete lust, caught up in the wonderful process of female climax until her body could take no more and, as she had done previously, Tricia lost consciousness, her entire body still spasming in an orgasmic flutter of nerves and muscles.

Tricia awoke in completely different surroundings to those she had become so accustomed to over the past week. She was lying on something firm, yet soft at the same time, her head supported by ...... God! Pillows! Looking around herself, she saw she was in a double bed, warm covers drawn up over her still naked body, no chains or cuffs attached to her limbs. She was confused now, wondering why Steve and Tom had allowed her to leave her 'prison' in the basement and sleep in a more civilised place. She lay back in the soft, supportive bed, taking stock of her body and how it felt as she remembered the events of .....when? Before she so ignominiously passed out yet again, anyway!

Tricia thought back over the events of the past days, and how she had changed from a terrified captive of two unknown men to the willing sex-slave of two men she knew, one of them well. She could scarcely believe the difference in herself now, and was startled when she realised that just thinking about what Tom and Steve had done to her ..... and with her, she had to admit ...... was turning her on! She continued to lie quietly in the warm bed, taking stock of her body and how it seemed to be satiated .... for the moment. She could tell already though, that despite the slight soreness in her well-used vagina and abused ass, and breasts that felt like they had been used as punch-bags by some manic miniature boxer, she wanted MORE! More of Tom fucking her ass and pussy, more of Steve in her hot pussy and slackened ass, more of the both of them spurting huge quantities of sperm down her throat! In a few short days, Tricia acknowledged, she had become addicted to sex; specifically, she had become addicted to Tom and Steve, and the way they had made her feel about herself, her body and the pleasure she could both receive and give. She also realised that, somehow, her whole outlook on life had changed radically - and probably forever.

The more she lay and thought about her feelings of her first couple of days trapped in the basement of this house, how she had felt humiliated and scared by not knowing what was to become of her Tricia was, finally, able to comprehend quite clearly how her staff must have felt over the past few years, what with all the spiteful and mean actions she had carried out against so many of them. That is was one of these selfsame staff who had shown her the error of her ways, struck her as quite ironical! The fact that at the same time, he and his friend has also reintroduced her to her sexuality - "no, let's get it right", she chastised herself - they had introduced her to her true sexuality; well, if nothing else had come out of this experience, she would always be grateful to them for that!

As her thoughts returned to her new-found sexual feelings, Tricia once again found herself thinking about her two captors with their hard bodies and harder cocks, drifting into a fantasy world of double penetrations and constant orgasms. her hands moved seemingly of their own accord, stroking her supersensitive breasts and nipples, slipping easily between her moist labia as she finger-fucked herself to a slow yet intense climax, her fingers luxuriating in the feel of her clean-shaven vagina. When the door of the room suddenly opened wide, revealing the silhouettes of her two captors, she started guiltily, for some reason not wanting them to know she had been pleasuring herself so unashamedly.

"Good morning, Trish" said Tom, looking good, she thought, dressed in tight jeans and a brilliant white polo shirt which set off his toned body wonderfully.

"Mornin', madam" quipped Steve, a sardonic grin on his handsome features!

"Umm.. good morning" stammered Tricia in reply, her voice uneven because of her recent orgasm.

Steve went on talking.

"We decided your 'punishment' is over, Trish" he explained, "which is why you're now in this bed instead of down in the basement. You'll be free to go soon, and get back to your holiday, but we want to show you something first".

Tom laid a towel and other bathing necessities on the bed, and indicated the en-suite through a door Tricia hadn't noticed before.

"Come through into the next room when you're ready" he said, "but don't try to leave before you do; the house is wired and locked, so you can't leave unless we allow it".

"I won't" replied Tricia meekly, and the two men left her to her ablutions.

When she had showered, and dressed in the clothes one of the men had left on her bed, she did as bidden and went through into the next room. What greeted her eyes was like something out of films she had seen of the moon landings - several computers were banked on one wall, with a couple of monitors and keyboards, together with a lot of other equipment she didn't recognise.
Steve swivelled round in the chair he was occupying, and gestured not unkindly, to another sitting beside him.

"Tom will be here in a minute" was all he said, returning his attention to what he had been doing before she arrived. Some minutes later, Tom appeared in the doorway.

"All set mate?" he asked, receiving an affirmative nod from his friend. Tom sat in the third chair present and turned to face Tricia, explaining to her what she was about to see.

"I know you noticed a couple of cameras down there" he continued, "but I don't think you realised there are, in fact, seven altogether, set up to capture every angle of that bench. Also," he went on, "they are all equipped with state-of-the-art microphones and infrared capability, and they've been running continuously since you first went in there." Tom paused to ensure Tricia was taking all this information in, and he could tell by the shocked look on her face that she was, indeed, processing every scrap of information he gave her and weighing up all the potential consequences. Now it was Steve's turn to speak.

"These two boxes here" he said, pointing to two large grey boxes sitting on the floor at one side, "are hard-drives; between the two of them, they hold the footage from every camera for every second you were in the basement, and as Tom said, those cameras captured every detail of what happened. Would you like to see?"

Tricia sat in a state of complete shock. Yes, she had noticed the cameras - well, two of them at least - but hadn't thought they would have sound, OR they could film in the dark! She could only nod at Steve's question, unable to articulate so much as a single word at that moment. Steve manipulated several controls on the board in front of him, and directed Tricia's attention to the 32-inch wide-screen TV in the corner of the room. She then watched the huge screen for nearly two hours, mesmerised completely by the images constantly flashing in front of her eyes, the story of her last week as spent in the basement of this secluded house. The completed film showed a slow progression from her initial reluctance and punishment, right through to where she was masturbating herself to orgasm after orgasm while shouting out for the two men to fuck her, finally showing segments where she had taken both men simultaneously at her own instigation.

When the 'film' had finished, Tricia's first question was,

"What happened to Tom's tattoos, and both your faces?" Steve told her the basics of his new computer programme, which could digitally remove a specific image in every frame of a movie and, for an initial trial, had worked even better than he had thought it would.

"What it means is, if you force us to show this to 'selected' people, neither of us will be identifiable. So it wouldn't make any sense to go to the police, for example; they could search this house forever and not find the entrance to the basement".

"So what exactly is it you want?" Tricia asked, trembling in fear now, petrified that her boss, or worse her friends, might get to see this film of her descent into debauched depravity. Even a few minutes of it would be enough to destroy her credibility and reputation for the rest of her life, and if it got out on such a small island she would never be able to show her face in public again.

Now it was Tom's turn to do the talking. He explained to Tricia the events that had led to her abduction and subsequent imprisonment in the basement, and the reasoning behind their sexual humiliation and subjugation of her over the past days. It was, he stressed, more because of what he had perceived to be her 'weak spot' rather than any wish on his or Steve's part to satisfy their own sexual desires ~ after all, he pointed out, neither of them had found her particularly attractive, at least initially! He was gracious enough to admit that he had erred in his judgement of what would humiliate her the most; he simply hadn't expected her to actually enjoy what they did to her. Now, though, he believed that whatever enjoyment Tricia may have had from her experience, she still wouldn't want any part of the 'tape' they had showed her to become public knowledge, and he went on to outline just what she had to do in order to prevent this from happening.

"First, and most importantly," he said, "you HAVE to start treating people better ~ every single member of staff in your unit hates your guts, and more pertinently, very few of them have escaped the nasty side of your personality. Whether it's jealousy, anger, whatever ~ from now on, you will treat people like the professionals they are."

"I know I've become a total bitch, these past few years" Tricia answered, "and I really have wanted to change ~ but you're right, it IS jealousy of them. I'll try my very best!"

"OK.... we'll see" muttered Tom. "Secondly, ALL the staff that have been put through disciplinary procedures on trumped-up charges from you will have every note expunged from their records, and all documentation will be destroyed. That includes me, of course, in case you were wondering."

"I don't know if I can do that......" Tricia began, but got no further.

"You made it happen," Tom raised his voice slightly, "so you can make it UN-happen. You'll find a way. You'll have one month starting from your return to work next week. OK, last thing........ naturally, your first instinct once we let you go will be to consider who you can report us to, or how you can get out of this. Like Steve said, the police won't believe you, because I've been certifiably off sick and Steve will vouch for me. We're both very friendly with the right people, you know; plus, even if they did search this place, they wouldn't find anything. If you report us, or if you try and 'find a way out', you'll fail. We'll know, and we'll have no choice then but to send some copies of what you've just seen to a few, carefully selected, people. Oh, and one last thing... as you know, Steve and I were both in the Army ~ but did you know we were both trained in subversive techniques? By the very best! One day, and you'd never know when, you'd simply disappear. You saw how easy it was for us this time ~ it would be just as easy if we ever had to do it again, only not quite so much fun for any of us!"

Tricia sat for a long time then, thinking about all the things that Tom and Steve had said. The two men sat watching silently, watching the play of emotions over her face as the full extent of her situation sank in to her consciousness. At one point, Tricia seemed almost on the verge of tears, but still the men sat quietly, saying nothing. Eventually, Tricia looked up at her two tormentors and, clearing her throat, began to speak.

"I know I've become a total bitch over the past few years, and I can only apologise for how I've behaved to people," she said, "and I promise to you both I will try to mend my ways. I don't want to make excuses for myself, because I knew what was happening; I just didn't feel like doing anything about it, which is probably the worst thing of all.
I enjoyed the power of it all, you see. I've been feeling so unwanted and unloved since my husband left..... it gave me an amazing sense of being all-powerful, and it was like a drug - I couldn't get enough! But this last few days has been ..... a revelation, of sorts. My power and authority, such as it was, meant nothing to you two; you did exactly what you wanted to me, and I couldn't do anything about it. But, I've realised the crucial difference between my situation and those of the people I've hurt over the years; they couldn't fight back, or do anything to escape from me except resign - and that just added to the feeling of power I had, knowing how much they hated me. At least there was some kind of emotion, even if it was such a negative one.

What you guys did to me though ...... yes, at first I hated it, and you, more than I've ever hated anyone in my life. But the more you did, the more I liked it - you obviously could see that, and it shows up very well on the tape you showed me. I don't care, though. In a bizarre way, I've felt so wanted over the past few days, you've untapped feelings about my body I thought I'd lost forever; I actually think of myself as attractive now, and for that I owe you thanks, in spite of the way you brought it about.

From now on, I WILL be a better person, both at work AND outside. And it's not particularly because of the threat of you showing that tape - or what might happen to me if I 'spill the beans' on you - I actually want to be more pleasant. I WANT to have guys fancying me again, lusting after my body, and giving me the pleasure you two have given me! That's all."