DON'T RESCUE ME, PART 9: GOING HOME

By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com 			edited by michael-leonard

While they toy with their latest captive on their way home, Debra seeks revenge on the two 
giant sisters who took her husband. 


Giant Penny walked out to the parking lot. Giant Patty was right behind her, Stanley slung over 
Patty's shoulder, holding him in place with a hand on his rump. "Daaayum, you got a FINE little 
ass there, baby!" she hollered, kneading his buttocks with her ham-sized hand. Stanley was 
more than a little worried about his wife Debra, since the sisters had left her unconscious and 
bound l in the Convention Center. He was also becoming more than a little afraid of what Penny 
and Patty had in store for him, since they had mentioned in conversation with each other that 
they would probably set him free in a couple of months "if he survived." They'd both laughed 
about that. 

Stanley's conscious mind was worried about those things, but Patty was repeatedly squeezing 
his buns like kneading dough for biscuits, and that had the Primal Man inside him telling him 
that everything was going to be just fine: In sympathy, his libido quite optimistically drained 
blood away from the rest of his body and pumped it into his organ of love (no, not his heart, 
the OTHER organ of love). Patty giggled when she felt his expanding hardness grazing the side 
of her bodacious breast, and made sure to jostle him as she walked, making the contact of his 
joystick to her magnificent orb even more intense. By the time they reached their truck, Patty's 
hardened nipples threatened to burst through the cups of her leather bustier, and the harem 
pants of Stanley's costume had become a circus big top supported by one prodigious tent pole.

Penny used her key fob to unlock the doors to the Realtree? camo-painted RAM 2500 crew-cab 
4x4 pickup and opened the rear passenger-side door so Patty could sit his butt down on the 
door sill with his legs hanging outside. "DANG, girl!" exclaimed Penny as she surveyed the Big 
Top in Stanley's pants, "What the hell've you been doin' to that boy?! His man fruit's already 
ripe for milkin'!" She couldn't seem to take her eyes off the prodigious protuberance, and 
subconsciously licked her lips as lascivious thoughts clouded her expression. After a few 
seconds, however, she suddenly frowned. "Now Patty, don't you even THINK about making him 
explode all over the inside o' the truck! If you do, YOU'RE the one cleaning it up this time, 
understand me? It'll be little Carlos all over again?I was washing cum and blood out of that 
danged headliner for DAYS. I ain't doin' that again, y'hear?"

"Yes, ma'am" said Patty apologetically. "That was just a accident, though, you know that. You 
know I don't waste man juice... at least not on purpose!"

"Well use a little restraint this time!  I'd like to make sure we at least get him back to the 
house before you break him." Penny fished two short lengths of rope out of the glove box, and 
Patty held Stanley's wrists together while Penny wrapped them tightly with several turns off 
the roll. They did the same with his ankles. 

"W-what are those; w-why are you doing that?!" stammered Stanley, still fearful of the great 
unknown to come. 

"Just a precaution" said Penny sweetly. "Some of our livestock get cold feet before they find 
out how much fun it's gonna be for 'em. It'd just be a waste to have ya jump out while we're 
movin' and get splattered all over the highway." Patty cradled him up in her arms like a baby 
and carried him around to the other side of the truck. Penny opened the rear driver side door 
and Patty pitched him head first onto the back seat, then Penny stepped up into the driver's 
seat and fired up the diesel while Penny went back around and climbed in the right-rear seat. 
She dragged Stanley over until his head was in her lap. "Penny and I have to sit on different 
sides of the truck, else The Old Girl settles to one side too much," explained Patty 
unnecessarily. "Makes it look like the springs're broke even tho' they ain't." 

They rolled out and headed south for the 4-hour trip back home.  Patty's big, muscular legs 
made a surprisingly nice pillow, and the sun shining through the window onto Stanley's face 
along with the truck's motion made him drowsy. He slept peacefully, despite the fact that he'd 
effectively just been kidnapped, his wife smothered unconscious by his captors in the process. 
He had to admit that at the time, his dominating and sometimes abusive wife had been in a 
murderous rage and about to torture or even maybe kill him when they took him away, so the 
big sisters might have saved his life after all. And so far they had done him no harm. There were 
worse places to be than with his head in the lap of a gorgeous giantess, even if he was tied up.

He found himself dreaming about Patty lying naked on a blanket in the shade of a spreading oak 
tree in a field near a riverbank. He was so much smaller than her yet he was somehow the 
sexual master, on top and making love to her furiously while she moaned in ecstasy. Suddenly, 
however, a loop of chain passed over his head and he was jerked violently backward while the 
chain choked the life out of him. His wife Debra's breath was hot in his ear as she laughed evilly 
"HA! YOU'RE DEAD, SONNY BOY!"

He awoke with a start, actually feeling relief when he realized he was still tied up and lying 
across the back seat of the truck, his head in Patty's lap. He looked up at her, and she smiled 
down upon him with her big doe eyes, like a giant benevolent angel. She looked over and 
giggled, seeing that his dream had produced a serious afternoon edition of morning wood. She 
reached over her long, shapely, and muscular bare left arm and her large hand began toying 
with the massive bulge in his harem pants. To her delight she discovered the garment actually 
had a Velcro fly, which she deftly opened with the fingers of one hand, bringing out a large love 
wand that, at this point, resembled sculpted rock more than it did flesh. "Mmm," sighed Patty 
as she felt the warm heft of it in her hand. It was probably the only part of Stanley that didn't 
seem miniature to her. 

Stanley gasped and his eyes went wide with shock but then closed as he succumbed to the 
electric ministrations of Patty's hand, which seemed strong, and soft, and rough all at the 
same time. 

Suddenly, the pick-up leaned sideways as Penny swung out into the passing lane to go around a 
semi-truck. Patty cried out in amused surprise while she instinctively clutched his member 
tighter. It made him gasp again and almost lose his load, but Patty helped him hold off by giving 
his shaft a firm squeeze about two inches below the head, holding it until he was no longer 
ready to spew. Thus quieted his rod began to soften, until Patty brought it back to life with a 
few more deft strokes of her magic hand.

She began again, only lightly stroking him this time to keep him at a more reasonable level of 
arousal without going over the edge. He was fully aware of how she was expertly controlling his 
pleasure, and he looked up at her in amazement. She gave him another heavenly smile and 
then reached up with her right hand and pulled down the left cup of her bustier, exposing the 
big, eraser-hard nipple of her magnificent breast, and leaned forward a bit.  Stanley eagerly 
sealed his lips around the nipple and began suckling like a newborn while swirling his tongue 
around it, which made Patty smile dreamily and let out a long, sweet sigh. It was at that point 
that they, ahem, drew abreast of the cab of the semi-tractor. 

Cletus, the Eternally Bored Trucker, made a habit of looking down into every vehicle that 
passed him, hoping to see a pretty face, big breasts, an exposed leg, or really just any female 
bodypart. He had even attached a bright yellow running light to the bottom of his left-side 
mirror, which helped illuminate the interiors of passing cars, so he could continue his 
voyeuristic pastime even at night. 

He first saw the curves of Penny's right thigh and calf as they passed, and they were more than 
shapely enough to pique his interest. Both muscles grew and expanded as she flexed her foot to 
press harder on the gas pedal, enticingly increasing their definition. Cletus increased speed 
and expertly moved his big rig to the right to bring the rest of Penny into view, and he was 
rewarded with the most amazing sight he'd seen in quite a while. Her full hips and round ass 
tapered into a narrow waist and flat abs that were accentuated by her black leather bustier. 
Her taught, muscular arms periodically obscured the view of her torso, but they were a sight 
unto themselves: not huge but bigger than most women's and very cut; so defined that he 
could see striations of muscle as it flexed when she moved the steering wheel. A little more 
to the right and he was greeted by the large rounded mounds rising up from inside their 
cantilevered containment, forming a shadowed valley that made you want to dive into it. Still 
farther to the right and he could finally see Penny's regal aquiline features framed by her 
sexy blonde bob hairstyle.  This dream girl made Cletus's body feel hot all over.  

He was just about to honk the air horn to try to draw Penny's attention when the right rear 
window of the pickup came up beside him, giving him a grandstand view of Stanley's face 
latched onto one of the most bodacious boobies Cletus had ever seen. Beyond that he could 
see Patty's hand stroking a magnificent member, which made him jealous and incredibly 
aroused at the same time. 

Where the 4x4's driver was a regal and sculpted giant goddess, the back passenger was all sexy 
voluptuousness, thick wavy hair cascading onto her bare shoulders and arms, which were 
muscular but shapely; not cut. Her mountainous melons were round, firm, and fully packed. 
Cletus' only regret was that he could not see either of her nipples due to the bustier obscuring 
one and Stanley's mouth the other. Cletus' eyes bugged almost out of his head as he devoured 
the sinful sight they beheld, and he lost all track of where he was on the road. 

Her hand was big, bigger than Cletus' own ham hands, and yet it was very feminine, with long, 
graceful fingers that wrapped sensuously around their hardened prisoner. As big as her hand 
was, it did not completely envelop the massive member it held. She was stroking it slowly, 
tortuously, with a light grip moving inexorably from base to head, where her fingers would 
would enclose and hide the head briefly and then let it pop back out as they traveled slowly 
down the shaft again. Cletus imagined he could see Stanley's magnificent maypole throbbing 
and growing even more swollen with Patty's expert touch, as his own modest manhood was 
doing just from watching.

Patty was oblivious to everything except for Stanley's mouth and tongue sucking and swirling 
her nipple and the warm, smooth feel of the massive meat rod in her hand. In her excitement 
she began working his giant pump handle with abandon, her no-spill promise to Penny forgotten. 
Stanley's face was keeping the bustier cup retracted, so Patty's right hand was free to find 
its way to her own swollen mound and massage it lasciviously. 

"Omigawd!" cried Cletus, "she's doin' herself, too!" He stared, transfixed, while his own 
pleasure pillar renewed its cry for attention.

Patty was making steady progress toward bringing herself off, even as she continued to play 
Stanley's instrument with the dexterity of a trained musician. The tractor-trailer beside them 
wandered back and forth from one edge of its lane to the other, as Cletus barely managed to 
keep it on the road while taking in every suspenseful moment of the erotic play unfolding 
below him. With some effort, and much distraction, Cletus extracted his own mediocre magic 
wand from his jeans and was stroking it as fast as he could, still trying to maintain control 
of the hurtling 18-wheeled monster. On one trip to the edge of the traveled portion of the pavement, 
Cletus's humongous machine (the truck, that is) picked up a nail in its right front tire, 
puncturing it, but only slightly. In his voyeuristic haze Cletus failed to notice changes in the 
vehicle's handling, which were increasing as the tire's air gradually escaped its containment, not 
unlike the way pre-cum was seeping from both Stanley's and Cletus's love fountains.

Patty leaned her head back as she approached climax, and Stanley's did the same, breaking 
contact with her breast as he sucked in air; panting with the anticipation of his own impending 
eruption.  As her excitement increased even more, both Patty's hands became a blur, her left 
stroking Stanley's rod with supersonic speed while the fingers of her right vibrated her clit and 
labia at a feverish pace. They continued like this for almost a minute, both about to go over the 
edge but neither wanting the building intensity to end. Finally.... 

The ambient road noise became a whisper compared to Patty screaming, "FUCK! OH, FUCK 
YEAH! OH! OH! OHMIGAWD! OOOOOOH!" when her orgasm overtook her like a fast moving 
thunderstorm. Her erotic expletives touched off the powder keg of Stanley's imminent volcanic 
release: "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" he cried with each of several explosive expulsions as the 
nozzle of his fleshy hose sprayed cum like a shotgun, droplets rocketing over his head and 
Patty's lap and onto the window. 

Cletus saw Stanley's cum cannon fire off its load onto the window and in a startled frenzy he 
came himself. In his ecstatic celebration he reached for the air horn cord with one hand and 
blew a long blast while with the other he maniacally stroked out the final long blast of his 
orgasm, leaving the steering wheel momentarily unattended. The horn blast startled everyone, 
but it was cut short because when Cletus let go of the steering wheel the depleted tire pulled to 
the right, diverting the behemoth machine toward the guardrail. Cletus quickly grabbed for the 
wheel but it was too late. The right front fender and wheel banged into the barrier and the tire 
flattened itself completely, but he was able to snatch the wheel back and keep the beast 
relatively straight as it slowed enough for him to get stopped and avoid rolling over on its side. 

Later, when the responding state trooper suspiciously asked about the whitish stains on his 
pants, Cletus broke down and told him the fantastic tale of what he had witnessed, including 
the part where he had tried to handle too many things at once, none of which was the steering 
wheel. Impressed by Cletus' honesty, the trooper retained the complete story to tell to only his 
colleagues over beer later; for Cletus' sake he put in his official report only that the tractor 
had blown a tire.

Penny had been momentarily distracted by the semi's sudden detour into the guardrail, but 
after watching in the rearview mirror she was satisfied that no one in the semi had been hurt. 
She glanced over her shoulder briefly to survey the messy scene behind her and saw exactly 
what she expected. "DAGGONE IT, PATTY! YOU'RE CLEANIN' THAT UP WHEN WE GIT HOME!" 
bellowed Penny, but that was all she said. She'd heard the noises of passion behind her and, 
envisioning what was going on in the back seat, Penny had been furtively enjoying it -- and 
pleasuring herself, too! -- to the extent that driving didn't distract her from frantically 
massaging her clit through her leotard pants with one hand while handling the steering wheel 
with the other. She'd nearly run off the road on the left side, however, when all three of them -- 
and the truck driver, too, apparently -- climaxed simultaneously. 

They rode the rest of the way in peaceful, sated silence. It had been a long, stressful day for 
Stanley, and he again drifted off to sleep to momentarily dream away his worries. He did not 
awaken when the truck exited the highway and wound its way up through the hills on two-lane 
roads for about half an hour, but he was finally jolted awake when they turned onto a bumpy 
gravel road. They forded a small stream and actually drove up the middle of the solid rock creek 
bed a ways, up to where the road picked up again on the other side and climbed steeply up a 
tall hill. At the top they turned off into a dirt driveway and came to a stop in the front yard of 
an ancient-looking tin-roofed house, with faded white siding. Patty pulled Stanley out of the truck, 
still bound, and threw him over her shoulder. "I would cut you loose, baby, but we'd best let 
Maw unwrap her new present by her own self."

    *          *	 *  

Debra was unconscious for only about 5 minutes, but it took her the better part of half an hour 
to work herself out of the chain the Giant Twins had tightly bound her with. The chain was 
made of forged metal links even if it had been just for show, but she was a strong woman. She 
managed to loosen it by expanding and contracting her bodacious chest and shoulders over and 
over, until finally she could pull an arm out from where it had been immobilized along her side. 
It was a piece of cake from there; she could unlatch the chain from the collar around her neck 
and then thread it back and forth until it could be pulled loosely away from her body. When she 
was finally free, she gathered up the chain and took it with her back to the occupied portion of 
the convention hall where GenCon was still going on. She was going to find out who the giant 
bitches were who had done this to her. 

The first person she thought to ask was Incredible Hulk she had been flirting with earlier. Well, 
"flirting" was putting it mildly; they had been just about dry-humping each other when her little 
Stanley had so rudely interrupted them. Hulk was easy to find in the crowd, since he was a truly 
large body builder who had painted himself bright green rather than an average guy in a body 
suit. "Hey, HULK!" she hollered at his back.  He turned around with a rather annoyed look on his 
face, but when he saw her his eyes went wide. To him she looked even sexier than before, if 
that was even possible. The exertion of freeing herself had pumped her muscles up 
considerably and coated her with a light sheen of perspiration. Combined with her slightly 
mussed hair it was an erotic vision that made Big Green drool. His little Hulk pants were 
becoming smaller by the second as he took in the view. The thought occurred to both Hulk and 
Debra simultaneously that someday they both would like it when Little Hulk was angry. She 
grinned as she stared at the part of him that seemed about to burst through the straining 
fabric, then looked the big guy in the eyes. "Tell me something, Sugar."

"Hulk tell anything to Hot Princess Leia!" he effused warmly, staying in character out of habit.

"Who were the two giant bitches who came through here earlier, and where can I find them?" 
She couldn't keep the tone of angry menace out of her voice. Hulk picked up on that, and he so 
wanted to please her, but he knew he could be of little assistance.

"Girls from Kentucky; not know where. Hulk once tried to get to know them better, but they 
hurt Hulk too bad." His eyes turned sad, knowing that wasn't what she wanted to hear. "They 
drive jacked-up RAM pickup with camo paint job?.  Hulk smash, next time, eh?"

"Yeah, sure, Honey." She turned to go, but the not so jolly green giant called after her, and 
she turned to face him again. "Yes?"

"Hulk ever see Hot Princess Leia again?" he said hopefully. She walked up to him, reached into 
a hidden pocket in her costume, and pulled out one of the special business cards she'd had made 
up j for special people she met at GenCon. It listed a private email address and phone number 
that Stanley was never allowed to see. 

"Count on it!" she smiled. She grabbed and pulled out his waistband, dropping the card into his 
pants, then pulled harder, drawing him to her. She reached behind his neck, pulled his head 
down to hers, and put him in a lip lock, probing his mouth deeply with her tongue. She kissed 
him for what seemed like forever, so passionately that he melted to his knees without even 
realizing it, then she abruptly broke off the kiss and pushed him back hard enough to put him 
back on his butt. It didn't take much force given how weakened he was from the kiss. As he 
looked up at her in awe, a certain part of him that wasn't painted green expanded even more, 
so that it poked its head above his waistband. She saw it, bit her lower lip while staring for 
a few seconds, then said, "Until next time," winked, and walked away. 

Hulk stood up so he could look over the crowd to keep her hard, round ass in sight as she 
sauntered away from him. It wasn't until he heard some teen girls giggling at him that he 
realized he was rather embarrassingly exposed. He hurried to the nearest restroom to escape 
public view and take care of that embarrassing swelling. He nearly ripped off a stall door 
opening it, then slammed and locked it. It only took a few seconds to work himself up to an 
explosion that made the stall uninhabitable until its next cleaning.

Debra found the car where Stanley had parked it. She began the drive home, frustrated that 
she didn't know more about the two bitches or exactly where she had taken her little Stanley. 
It was only a few minutes before she was kicking herself for not remembering sooner that she 
had a "Find My Phone" tracking app installed on Stanley's phone. He had become so 
subservient to her lately that she never worried about where he was, and thus she hardly ever 
used it anymore. She pulled the car over and looked up his location on the map, and it indicated 
that he was just south of Louisville, KY but still moving. She smiled to herself and leisurely 
continued her drive home. She would wait to see what his final destination was, so that she 
could better prepare herself for the three ass-kickings she was going to be too happy to deliver.

After dinner, Debra checked on Stanley's location again and found that he was stationary in a 
remote location in south central Kentucky near the town of Summer Shade. "Town" was really 
a misnomer since it was just a small group of buildings around a gas station on the two-lane 
road. The map didn't really show any roads where he was, so she switched to a satellite view 
which showed a rough gravel track that actually used a creek bed for some distance before it 
appeared to wind up a steep hill. The location pin was at a small house next to a barn and 
several outbuildings. Dammit, she thought, her car might not be able to make it there. No 
wonder the bitches had a 4x4! She would need to improvise a solution to that problem.

She pulled into the gym's parking lot and was relieved to see Lance the Trainer's vehicle parked 
there. Debra had recently had an affair with Lance, a strapping 6'3" Adonis of a man, but he had 
initially fled when she forced him into rougher sex than he had ever before experienced. He'd 
taken a beating but managed to escape. Later, however, he met her again and found himself so 
enamored with her terrible beauty that he would do anything to have her again. He groveled 
and begged at her feet (after she knocked him down) but she had blown him off without 
another thought. Now, however, she wanted something he had: an older but pristine Land 
Rover Defender 90, a vehicle that, unlike Lance, would take her anywhere she wanted to go. 

She found him seated behind the desk in his office. She walked in without knocking, shut the 
door and locked it. "Hello, Lance" she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He looked up and 
visibly trembled when he saw it was Debra.  He was physically, viscerally afraid of her, and 
yet when he saw here there dressed in her signature tight white tank top and yellow high-cut 
running shorts, a part of him raised to salute her in deference to the effect her mere presence 
had on him. He did not want to admit that he had no control over himself where she was concerned, 
but his body told otherwise.

"W?what do you want?" he said, unable to disguise the fear in his voice. 

"The same thing I always want from you, baby" she smiled, as she languidly strode around the 
desk and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. "Stanley is out of town so I thought I might 
have a little fun with a REAL man, for a change" although in truth she thought he was anything 
but that. She led him around to the end of the desk, reached up behind his neck and pulled him 
down to her to kiss him deeply, then shoved him back against the desk and over onto it. He 
shuddered violently but did not resist as she yanked his shorts down to his knees, allowing his 
stiffened manhood to snap to attention. She slid off her own shorts and let them fall to the 
floor, stepping out of them to climb onto the desk and straddle him. Without a word she 
lowered herself onto Lance's pole, enveloping it with ease. She rode him furiously, mercilessly, 
not stopping or even slowing until he bellowed in uncontrollable ecstasy, his issue exploding 
into her body, which seemed to consume it internally. Nary a drop escaped from their coupling.

Feigning satiety, Debra grabbed Lance's hands and trapped them above his head as she leaned 
forward to rest her body on top of his, sighing contentedly as her bodacious breasts enveloped 
his face. Lance also sighed, his incredible aroused tension having been completely relieved. 

He took a breath to replenish the air he had expended?or rather, he tried to. Debra's 
cavernous cleavage now pressed in on his face from all sides, aided by her bringing her arms 
together to compress her magnificent orbs inward upon him. Lance sucked and sucked but 
managed to inhale only boob, which aroused Debra even more than she had been. He tried to 
struggle but with his post-orgasmic weakness she easily held him fast, keeping his hands, hips, 
and still-hard cock trapped within and beneath her.  He tried to buck and twist, but she 
maintained her balance on top of him like an MMA fighter with a flat pin. Lance realized he was 
done for, but made one final valiant attempt to struggle with all the strength he could muster, 
thrashing violently. His cock thrashed about inside Debra every bit as violently as the rest of 
his body thrashed against her pin, stirring untold pleasure inside her while on the outside she 
enjoyed the satisfaction of expertly countering his every movement to keep him completely 
immobilized. Lance's one last great bucking, thrashing effort almost unbalanced her, but only 
because it sent her into orgasm. Even had he thrown her completely off him, Lance could not 
have taken advantage of it because his consciousness was already fading. He grayed out, his 
body's random twitches stimulating the contractions of Debra's climax.

When Lance finally lay still, Debra did not get up right away, remaining on top of Lance while 
she savored the last tingles of pleasure from her orgasm. When at last she did rise up, she was 
surprised by one more ecstatic twinge from feeling the swollen head of Lance's softening shaft 
pop out of her like a champagne cork. "Ooh!" she chirped with sudden pleasure. She hopped 
off the desk and smiled down at his inert form. "Ooh baby!" she giggled, "We're gonna have to 
do it this way again, sometime!" It was then that she noticed he wasn't breathing. Quickly she 
positioned his head, pinched his nose shut, sealed her lips over his and blew four quick breaths 
into his lungs, which thankfully stimulated his respiratory reflex, causing him to take in a 
deep breath even though he remained unconscious. "Whew! That was close" she sighed with relief. 
She didn't want to lose a boy toy when she might soon be short a husband, did she?

Debra fished Lance's keys out of his shorts pocket and removed the key to his Land Rover. She 
took the key to her car from her own key ring and pressed it into Lance's hand, then wrote on a 
post-it note that she would return his vehicle in a few days, and stuck the note to his forehead. 
She found his wallet had a little over $200 cash in it, which she tucked into her cleavage. She 
didn't need it, but felt she deserved it for her trouble. Lance probably wouldn't mind anyway, 
but if he did that was his problem, not hers.

She quietly let herself out of the office, leaving Lance lying on the desk with his shorts down 
and his genitals exposed. She hadn't bothered to tell him that if he tried to report the Rover 
stolen there would be hell to pay. He would already know that. Indeed, when Lance regained 
consciousness and read Debra's note, he shuddered thinking about what would happen if he 
did anything to try to get his vehicle back. He pondered why she needed it and, knowing her 
like he did, figured that wherever she was going there was about to be hell to pay for someone, 
somewhere.