They didn't speak until he had his clothes on. Then she said, evenly,
"I am sorry for what I did to you. I thought you were asleep and it couldn't hurt you."
"You couldn't help yourself Laura. And I don't say that unkindly. I saw you fight it and cry about it and in the end, you were inquisitive enough to try it."
Something in Laura snapped.
"My husband married me when I was fifteen. We, my parents and I were part of his religious sect. I have never had sex with anyone but him...and with him it is sex in the dark. Get on me grunt a bit, then get off me and go to sleep. I felt nothing."
Sam sighed, "have you phoned everyone yet?"
"No."
"Why not? You know the girls will, if you don't."
Sam walked out the shower door and turned down the path to his room.
"You could stop them."
She came up behind him "....If you wanted to...Couldn't you Sam?"
Sam kept walking.
"LOOK, she said. OK."
"What do you want from me?"
He turned.
"I don't want anything from you. Go phone the people on the list before the girls get back. Get it over with Laura."
"Please. Please Sam. Don't walk off; tell me what I have to do, that's all I'm asking. What do you want? I'll do it, Ok?"
"There is no way out."
"What do you mean? No way out?"
"She hasn't gone to the police yet? Why?"
"Ahhh, Laura, you know the answer to that already" said Sam "she wants to humiliate you badly."
"And she wants me to do it for her."
"You heard what she said. "Strip her and fuck her, she said to me"
"Or otherwise Jail," said Laura.
"Yep"
"So that's the deal, I either let you have me, or I go to jail."
"Yep"
"I don't have any choice do I?" she said.
"When are you going to do it? Now?"
"Or later, when you have an audience?"
"Neither." Said Sam and turned to leave.
"Well if I don't give in to you, I'll be going to jail. And you'd let that happen would you Sam?"
"I am very sure that instead of going to jail Cassie would rather see you 'stripped and fucked."
"I am equally certain that she doesn't care who does the deed, as long as you are humiliated. She'll pick someone who you can do it with, and that will be the end of it."
Laura looked at Sam in horror, "Awwww, this just gets better and better.
Myyyy goddd. So if it isn't YOU, it will be a stranger?"
"What difference does it make?"
"A big difference."
"How?"
"No," said Laura, "first you tell me why you won't do it?"
"Are you kidding? Rape is rape; it is all very nasty."
"I am through forcing people to do things."
"Especially you."
"Especially ME? You'd rather see me go to jail or raped by a stranger?"
"Well, at least you are not getting raped, by me.
That's all I care. Goodnight Laura."
"WAIT" she said, then pulled herself up; collected her thoughts. "Please, just wait a minute Sam; Ok?"
"It's not going to happen Laura, sorry. Good night."
"Ok, well we really are at an impasse" she said.
She looked at Sam, "Sin or no sin. I would rather kill myself than have a stranger have me."
"Are you saying that, now you would do it, if it was with me?"
" No. I cannot do it willingly Sam. Please understand."
"Yeah" Sam said. "I understand that." What a mess, he thought.
He just wanted to escape; as quick as possible.
Laura began to break down and sob. She leaned against the wall.
Sam turned to leave. Stopped in his tracks. Stood there a moment or two.
Suddenly he turned, looked at Laura crumpled up against the wall. He sighed.
Dammit.
Laura was not getting out of this. Cassie would see to that.
Any influence he had with his little sister would be far outweighed by her need for vengeance.
Maybe Laura would survive it, maybe she would rather kill herself.
She had not been kidding when she went for the sharp knife in the kitchen drawer, earlier on.
There are just some things that she could not be forced into even on pain of death.
Anyway, for some strange reason he could not fathom, Sam did not want anyone to touch Laura. It went further than just stopping a person being brutally attacked; much deeper. But that didn't warrant analysis right now.
Bugger Cassie, he thought,. I hope someday someone gets her back for this.
Laura stood quietly as Sam concentrated on what he'd do next.
Almost incidentally, he mumbled, "Well, you can forget about the police, I have made up my mind to say it was consensual, but right now, that is the least of our worries."
Sam, stopped, thought about what he'd just said. He had said 'least of OUR' worries, instead of saying 'least of YOUR worries."
Come on Sam he said to himself. Make a decision and carry it through.
If you're going to walk off, then walk off. Otherwise, formulate a plan and do it quickly.
The girls could be back anytime and then it really would be out of his hands, where was he? Oh yes, well, the answer was straight forward.
He looked at Laura once more and suddenly; walking off was not an option.
Through his own stupidity, he had landed this person in trouble. Her only way out was to have sex with him. Although that would be fun for him, the trouble was that she would not do it without force. Sam didn't do 'force' very well.
If she got inkling that he was faking it, she would baulk at it and then she'd be subject to his sister's wildest dreams for her.
Laura would be given to a stranger to do with, as he wanted.
Of course, she could get out of it by phoning her relatives and friends and husband and Religious school where she'd worked and tell them all, 'hey you'll be getting a few photos in the mail soon with me performing fellatio on a young man with my finger up his bum at the same time...please disregard them.
Aww shit, Sam thought. Ok Here goes. Give it your best shot Sammy and the good part is, you get to fuck the girl. Since when was that such a bad thing for a young healthy male.
Ok, Laura he said to himself, here goes. Who knows, I may enjoy the power trip. He doubted it. Get tough Sam get tough Sam, you can do it. From now until this is finished tonight, you are a big hairy rapist. Lets go Sam, he said to himself.
Showtime.
Sam took a deep breath.
"Ok" said Sam and walked back up to her, put his hand in her jacket and squeezed the breast through her clothes.
Like greased lightning Laura hauled off and hit him with all her might. But Sam was expecting that and caught her hand before it landed on his cheek.
They stood there looking into each other's eyes. His, cool and calm, hers turning from their normal light grey to deep green. Her pupils once again dilated.
Sam held her small fist in his big hand.
He felt the tension in her arm muscles subside and she dropped her hand. Sam let it go.
"I am sorry," she said. "Not even my husband does that."
"You have no choice Laura. You are being forced to do it. So lets get started."
"I promised," Laura said, "that I could go through with this...Please don't give up now" I couldn't stand to have those girls..."
"Ok," said Sam cutting the conversation short, "come on let's get on with it."
He took her hand and practically dragged her up the stairs and into the master bedroom, used by his parents when they were down.
Laura went dizzy and leant into Sam as she walked.
Sam locked the door behind them.
"Sorry," she said. "It feels strange walking hand in hand with a man. Not even my hus..." she corrected herself ..."Not what I usually do." She trailed off again. It was a dream. A nightmare.
"Let's not drag this out Laura. I'm sure you want to get this over with. The moment Cassie sees you lying there naked and obviously...violated, the sooner we get the hell out of here. Sorry, I meant, get the HECK out of here."
Hmmmm, thought Sam, so much for being the big hairy rapist. He had to try harder. He knew enough about Laura to know that the slightest prevarication on his part and she would bail out of the whole deal and then the girls would have their way with her.
Sam took another deep breath and concentrated.
"Ok Laura your turn. I need you to take off everything you're wearing."
Laura put her hands to her jacket and stopped. "Where do I start?" she said.
Sam hesitated for only a millisecond; cleared his throat.
"Ok let me tell you this so you know.
Tonight I am going to see exactly what you look like under the neck-to-toe armour that you wear every day."
"We are going to take all your clothes off and see who is under there."
"That is the first part."
He continued. "You've seen me naked you've even tasted my cum..."
Laura's head shot up and her eyes narrowed. "You were awake?" She yelled, checking his face for the confirmation of what she already suspected.
"You bastard." She hauled off and punched him in the shoulder.
Sam laughed, "Strike 2 Laura. I may have to tie you up yet."
"Just try," she said and walked into the centre of the room.
She took off her jacket and threw it into the corner. Then her blouse and left her thick bra in place.
She turned her back to him and undid her skirt and let it drop.
She hesitated a moment then dropped her petticoat.
Laura took a deep breath and stood momentarily, with her back to him in waist- to-thigh dark cotton underpants and thick stockings.
" Nice bum," said Sam; "Now, turn around."
Laura hesitated then turned, not looking at Sam.
"Hmmm, Sam mused, it must take you forever to dress every morning."
"Ok, stockings; pants."
Laura sat on the bed and removed her stockings slowly.
She put her thumbs in the sides of her cotton panties and gradually lowered them,
then hesitated; stopped.
