This story pure fantasy, of course was written as a tribute to a very gifted lady who is also a contributor to Literotica. Did I change her name? I'll let you decide! And if this type of story is not normally to your taste, all I can say is: please read it through to the end. You just might find a "twist in the tail!"
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As soon as Peggy entered the motel room, she sensed something had changed since she'd left it earlier in the evening.
She had gotten used to traveling alone but disliked staying at remote motels; she'd had no choice this time. She'd checked in around eight p.m. and a full-breasted woman with blonde hair had handed her the key and gone back to watching the fuzzy picture on her portable television beside the clerk's station.
She'd gotten back into her car and driven the fifty yards or so to the cabin, noting that there were no other cars outside the other cabins. Apparently, everyone one else on the road tonight was smart enough to go past this depressing little motel and look for a Holiday Inn. After opening her suitcase to let her clothes expand and unwrinkle a little, she'd tossed her nightie onto the pillow and looked into the full length mirror screwed to the wall, trying to decide whether or not to change her clothes. She was wearing a navy blue linen skirt and matching blazer over a pale blue blouse. The skirt ended just above her knees, and Peggy had smiled at her reflection, mentally complimenting herself on having a great pair of legs. She'd decided against a change of clothes and picked up her purse and car keys as she left the cabin again. She'd seen the glow of the golden arches beyond a stand of trees and decided to grab a burger before turning in for the night. Within thirty minutes she'd returned to her cabin. She'd unlocked the door and that's when something didn't seem right.
For a start, the cabin was in darkness and she felt certain that she'd left the light on. And then there was a slight smell that she couldn't place. Not a bad smell, just different to the way the room has smelled when she'd first checked in. She stepped into the cabin and slid her hand along the wall in the darkness, her fingers searching for the light switch.
It all happened at once.
As her fingers found the light switch, a large hand closed over hers. The light blazed on and she heard the door slam shut behind her. She shrieked in shock, screwing up her eyes in the sudden light.
Gasping and shaking, she opened her eyes and was gripped with terror as she saw two men standing in front of her. One man, the elder of the two, was still holding her right hand trapped against the wall. Behind him stood a younger man, perhaps in his twenties. He was wearing a tee- shirt and jeans. He had a thick neck and broad shoulders. Her heart was pounding. Instinctively, she turned to run towards the door. As she turned, she heard the sound of a deadbolt being turned and the chain slipping into place. A third man was leaning on the door, staring at her. He had long blond hair laying over the shoulders of his leather bomber jacket. With mounting horror, she realized that she was trapped.
"You're back early."
It was the first man who was speaking. Peggy spun round to look at him. He looked to be in his late forties or so. Short salt-and-pepper hair, whiter around the temples. Unlike the other two, he was wearing a sports jacket over an open necked shirt. He appeared to be in charge.
"Clerk said you were going out for dinner," he continued. "We figured, lady like you'd go into town, find a nice restaurant. Be gone at least an hour or more. Give us time to find cash, jewelry, stuff like that. We'd ha' been gone by the time you got back. I'm sorry you came back early."
"I ain't sorry she come back." Peggy glanced at the younger man standing behind the Boss, the one with the shoulders, who was speaking for the first time. "Weren't nothin' worth takin' in this room." He leered at Peggy, his eyes going up and down her body. "Now there is."
Peggy wrapped her arms protectively around her body and suddenly felt very cold. She looked at the bed and saw the contents of her suitcase has been tipped out onto the comforter; a tumble of bras, panties, make-up, some blouses, a skirt, a pair of shoes.
Peggy spoke, trying to sound confident. "Take what you want and just leave. I won't call the police if you leave now."
The man Peggy thought of as Shoulders snorted in response. "We sure as hell ain't leaving yet," he said. "There ain't no money or nothin' here, so I'm gonna get me a piece o' you before I go."
Peggy was trembling, in a state of shock at the thought of being violated by this tall muscular young man. She looked away from Shoulders, appealing silently to Boss. Surely he'd be reasonable.
Boss folded his arms and looked Peggy up and down, as if trying to come to a decision. "So you want to fuck the little lady, do you?" He was talking to Shoulders who just grunted. Boss stroked his chin contemplatively and continued speaking slowly. "Well... that might not be a bad idea. Seems a pity to leave with nothin' at all." He flicked his eyes to the blond haired man by the door. "What about you?" he asked.
Peggy turned in dread to look at Blond Hair. His eyes were dead, his face expressionless. He shrugged slightly. When he spoke, his voice was hollow. "If you two gonna fuck her, guess I will, too. What the hey."
Peggy was rooted to the spot, immobilized by fear and disbelief. They were talking about her... about fucking her! Casually as if it was nothing special! This couldn't be happening. It was a nightmare. It couldn't be real. But it was...
Slowly, Peggy turned her head back to look at Boss. He was smiling slightly. He murmured, "Let's see if it's worth the effort." He reached down and grasped the hem of her linen skirt and began to pull it upwards.
