From 'Kidnapping Mary' by David Timmsdale
Chapter 2 - Just the Two of Us

It was sometime later that someone appeared, carrying a cup of tea. This one was younger, slimmer and seemed nervous.

"I've brought you a cup of tea. I don't know if you take sugar in it but I added a couple to help you with the shock. It's alright, the others have gone, there's just us here now and by the way the rain has turned to snow, I doubt they'll be back for a while."

The hand shook slightly as it held out the cup and saucer.

"How am I supposed to drink that?" snapped Mary, 'my bloody hands are chained to the walls."

"Ah, I've got an answer for that."

The youth put the cup and saucer down on the floor and produced a length of chain from his pocket. Gently he took hold of her right hand, moved it until there was some slack in the handcuffs and then unfastened them from the wall, padlocked the chain to the wall and then connected the handcuff to the chain.

"Try that," he suggested, again offering her the teacup.

Mary took it gratefully, wincing at the sweetness but glad of its warmth.

"What do you want, why am I here?" she asked between sips.

"Ransom, isn't it? They think your old man will cough up a fortune to get you back."

"Well, good luck finding him, I never have and from what mum says, he never was going to have any money. Hang on, who do you think I am?"

"You're Mary Fitzsimmons, your old man's loaded."

"I'm Mary SIMMONS. oh, you've cocked up, I'm a skint, unmarried mother and no one I know of has seen my father since my mother told him she was up the duff. So you going to let me go?"

"How do I know you are telling the truth?"

"Look in my handbag, dipshit!"

"They left it in your car. Besides, you were driving the right car, a black Mini."

"Hmm, I bet if this Mary Fitzsimmons is rich she drives a new BMW Mini, not a clapped-out dark-blue BL Mini. You'd better go and ring your mates."

"I've not got a phone, there's no landline. they took the car and we're miles from anywhere."

"Of course we are, and my babysitter will be doing her nut. I bet she's rung the police by now. And jeezus wept, my tits hurt."

"What?"

"I've got a baby, dumb-clot, and I'm well overdue feeding or expressing." With her less restricted hand, Mary ran her hand over the outline of her breasts, causing damp circles to start to form on the silken material of her blouse. "See? I'm bloody leaking now."

The young man stepped back, his cock suddenly forming a tent in his trousers.

"I'll go and see what's on the news," he said, his voice shaky.

"Oh good, just run off and leave me, you bastard. What's your name anyway."

"I'm just called Three. I wanted us to be called colours as code-name but the others said that was too like Reservoir Dogs, whatever that is."

He vanished downstairs and after a few moments, Mary heard a television turn on and the kidnapper started channel hopping. Whilst she listened as best she could, Mary unbuttoned her blouse, and unable to reach behind her to unhook her bra, she pushed the straps off her shoulders and lifted her boobs out of the cups. By leaning forward she could get her nipples to drip slowly onto her bare thighs, above the stockingtops. It wasn't great, but it was better than her bra and blouse becoming soaked in milk.

"Hey! It's us..." The television volume suddenly increased.

'... and police say there is increasing concern over the disappearance of single mother Mary Simmonds, whose fire-damaged car was found on a moorland road tonight. The alarm was raised by a babysitter when she did not return from work at her normal time and was not contactable by phone.'

Three came thundering up the stairs. "You were on the telly, it is you, or rather you are you, you're not Mary Fitzsimmons. You... bloody hell." He staggered to a halt, almost falling over and hanging onto the bathroom door frame. "Wow... you've got huge tits... Sorry. Wow, so lovely."

Mary looked up at him and laughed. "Well, it was either sit here getting soaked in my own milk until it went off and stank or let it drip free. So, are you going to let me go or stand there gawping?"

"I don't know, I should ask the other two first, this is their caper."

"Yes, but they're not here, are they? And how far are we from the nearest town?"

"Bloody miles."

"And it's snowing. Where am I going to go in high-heels dressed like this? You might as well let me go, I'm not going anywhere, am I? You're going to have to let me go eventually, no one's going to pay out on me, so unless you are going to kill me..."

"Oh, god, no!"

"So, you and I might as well be comfortable, don't you think? At least until morning, or whenever your mates come back."

"I suppose," said Three, moving closer and unfastening Mary's proffered wrist. Bending over her, he reached for the wall bracket that her other wrist was shackled to. As he did so, Mary ran her freed hand up the front of his jeans, her hand cupping and feeling the girth and then length, of his now clearly erect penis.

"Bloody hell, you've got a right one on you. Have you any idea how long it is since I had a good shag?"

"No," whispered Three, sinking to his knees and reaching for her ankle cuffs. As her legs were freed, he looked up, straight at Mary's boobs. "Wow, you've got lovely tits. And they are dripping."

"Suck them then."

"What?"

"Go on, you know you want to."

Three stared at her breasts, taking in their full, heavy, roundness, the large, firm dark pink nipples that stood straight out from large pale areolae, each rimmed with an outer border nearly as big as the palm of his hand.

"Really? he whispered.

"Yes," confirmed Mary, cupping both boobs, lifting them up and forward, her thumbs and forefingers squeezing behind the nipples until milk started to jet out in fine jets, straight onto Three's balaclava. "I think you should take that off and have a good suck, don't you?"

"Oh, god yes!" gasped Three, ripping off his mask to reveal touseled, dark, wavy hair, almost to his shoulders and a clean-shaven, boyish face.

His head plunged forward, his mouth wide open as he enveloped as much boob as he could, sucking and probing wildly with his tongue.

"Oh fuck yes, " moaned Mary, "that's so nice. You better have a bedroom around here."

Three moaned an affirmative around a mouthful of boob and milk and started to get up off his knees, trying to maintain contact as Mary stood up.

"Come on then," she said, pushing him away from her boobs and dragging him from the bathroom. She stepped out onto the landing and looked left and right before spotting an open doorway to a lit room. That had to be a bedroom, so she set off in that direction, shedding her blouse and bra as she went and trailing Three behind her.

The room had the look of an old farmhouse bedroom, low ceiling, shabby, peeling wallpaper with an indeterminate pattern, a couple of chests of drawers and an old double bed, with a large wooden bedhead and footboard. The bed was made up with plain white sheets and a pale green blanket over which a hand-crocheted cover lay.

Mary threw herself into the middle and rose to her knees, turning to look at Three, who stood with a bewildered look halfway between the doorway and bed.

"Get them off then," she giggled, cupping and bouncing her boobs enticingly.

Slowly and nervously, Three took off his pullover and then T-shirt, to reveal a broad and muscular, if totally hairless, chest. He stopped still, and when Mary stared at him, widening her eyes with an expression of 'what-are-you-waiting-for', he kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans. Mary gasped appreciatively at the bulge in his briefs and the sight of his uncut cock poking above the waistband.

"Oh, this is going to have been worth waiting for," she laughed, laying down and lifting her knees as she spread her legs invitingly. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

Three still stood at the side of the bed, his hands now nervously covering his groin.

"I... I've not..."

"Bloody hell, what? You're a virgin?"

Three blushed bright red and started to turn away.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," smirked Mary, rising back to her knees and holding out a hand. "You come here and let me do all the work," she said sliding off the bed to kneel before him before holding out her hand again and when Three took it, she pulled him to her and pulled down his briefs. His heavy cock fell forward, not much, despite its weight it was hard enough to remain nearly vertical. "Oh that, is very impressive," she said softly, one hand wrapping around his cock as she pulled it down to the horizontal and opened her mouth. Slowly her hand moved down his shaft, pulling his foreskin back, revealing his firm, purple glans, already glistening with pre-cum. Her tongue flicked out, licking the pre-cum before her lips encased him and she sucked gently.

"Aaaaaarrr," groaned Three, his hands resting on the back of her head and his cock twitching as his muscles started to pulse.

Mary pulled back, squeezing the base of his cock hard.

"Hang on, Trigger, not yet," she laughed, waiting until his twitching subsided before again wrapping her lips around him and sucking as her head bobbed back and forth. Her hands released his shaft now and returned to cupping her boobs, lifting them to an impressive cleavage.

"Aaaarrrr, oh god, you're so beautiful,' moaned Three as again his cock started to twitch.

"How old are you?" gasped Mary, as she pulled her head back and gasped for breath.

"Nineteen."

"And still a virgin, bloody hell, some lucky girls have been missing out on you, Sunny Jim. Well, you just cum in my mouth, and relieve the pressure, then I'll give you a proper ride."

Mary sucked his thick cock back into her mouth, wrapped one hand around his hard, veiny shaft and took a couple of fast strokes, bracing herself for the inevitable deluge.

"Aaaarrrr, oh, I'm cumming!" he groaned unnecessarily as his hips thrust forward and his cock pumped three forceful spurts of cum into Mary's welcoming vacuum of a mouth.

Mary swallowed repeatedly, stroked him again and stood up, not letting go of his cock as she did so.

"Wow," she said, licking her lips lasciviously, "salty, and very lovely. Right, on the bed with you, lay on your back."

"Oh god, that was fantastic," Three said, swaying slightly, but he followed Mary's instructions and climbed onto the bed, lying down in the middle.

Mary turned and climbed onto the bed too, swinging a leg over his and straddling his groin.

"You're not going to go soft on me, now, are you?" she asked, grappling his cock and raising it at right angles to his body and holding it still as she rubbed her shaven vulva back and forth over his glans.

"I hope not,' said Three, almost silently.

"Good," said Mary, "now sit up and suckle my boobs whilst Mommy has some fun."

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