The night was falling, dusk taking over the hills as I drove back to my little house on the edge of the city. The rolling country sped by as I rushed to make it home before dark. There had been several car-jackings and rapes in this region and I didn't want my fiancé back home to worry about my lateness. Of course there was no cell phone reception out here so I couldn't even call and update Tim of my progress.
I noticed the car behind me after a few minutes. They were following unnecessarily close and it was unnerving. I slowed down to let them pass, but they also slowed. I nervously watched my rearview mirror as I sped up. They sped right up as well. I started checking my cell phone for service. No luck. I was worried about driving right up to my house with them so close behind me, but there wasn't a Sherriff station for almost fifty miles out here. I knew cell phone signals opened up just a few miles from my house. When it did I immediately dialed Tim's number.
"Baby someone has been following me and I'm worried." I tried to keep the panic from my voice, but he knows me so well.
"Come straight home and you won't have to worry about a thing. I'll be ready, baby." He was so reassuring. I thought comfortingly of his strong arms and dark eyes and felt reassured of my safety. It was unlikely for me to be raped in my own driveway with a strong man standing by!
I pulled into my driveway a few minutes later and saw Tim standing in the light, shirtless. Despite my fear and the car just a few seconds behind me, I felt a little jump low in my stomach when I saw him standing there all protective and manly, his brown hair falling into his face. I turned the car off and jumped out, running toward him without looking behind me.
I turned and saw two people get out of the sedan that had pulled in behind my Honda. One, a man, looked exactly like someone who'd be out car-jacking and raping unsuspecting women in the country. He was tall and tattooed, dark hair shaved almost completely off. His shirt stretched tight across his chest. I was surprised to notice that he was incredibly attractive. The other person, however, gave me pause. It was a woman, taller than my petite five foot three inches, but not by much. She was dressed provocatively, a red slinky dress that showed ample cleavage and a slit up the side of her thigh that flashed her ass while she walked. Her hair was black and curled loosely down over her shoulders in a sexy, just got fucked sort of way that made me jealous and turned me on just a little.
"Excuse me, we're sorry if we scared you, miss. We were just wondering if we could use a phone or get some directions. We've been lost out here for hours and you were the first car we came across all evening." This was from the man, who introduced himself as Jackson. The woman was Cassie but she didn't say anything. Just smoldered at my fiancé in a way that made me nervous of her plump, red lips.
"Well, I'm Tim and this is Lana. You definitely gave her a fright out there, but you're welcome to use our phone if you need to." Tim smiled, clearly disarmed by their charm.
Tim invited them inside to print off some directions for them to the nearest big city and offered them a drink. I was still feeling wary of this unusual couple and wished Tim wouldn't be quite so overtly friendly.
We all took seats in the living room and that's when the trouble started that would haunt us for days. It began when Cassie sat on the loveseat next to Tim before I could sit down. I raised an eyebrow, but took a chair instead. I didn't like the way her dress seemed to hike itself up even more when she crossed her legs and turned toward him.
After we'd all had a few drinks, she leaned in after a look from Jackson, and kissed Tim on the mouth. He was shocked and pushed her away. "Whoa, that was totally inappropriate!" He stood up and looked at Jackson who just had an amused grin on his face. I clenched my teeth and stood as well while the two of them lounged.
"I think it's time for you two to leave now, please." I walked toward the door and unlocked it. Cassie giggled and reached up to cup the front my fiancé's jeans. He jumped back, moving her hand. "Wow, that's...um...interesting, but you guys do need to get going. Don't want to miss hotel check ins or whatever."
Jackson stood then and the room felt eerily silent. "I don't think we'll be leaving anytime soon." I started to protest but suddenly my head felt dizzy. Tim also put his hand to his forehead and stumbled a bit. Cassie helped him sit back down and Jackson smiled wide.
"We've been waiting a long time to find a couple as perfect as the two of you."
My vision started to go dark and I felt myself falling forward. Before I passed out, drugged obviously, I heard Jackson say, "Cassie, catch her please. We want her nice and comfortable for the next couple days, not bruised up." I felt Cassie's surprisingly strong arms break my fall and looked up into her face, a look of hunger in her eyes, before everything went black.
*****
I awoke naked, my hands tied in front of me and my ankles bound together as well. I was laying in my living room, but all the furniture had been moved out. My head was still groggy and my vision was blurry. I blinked a few times and saw Tim across the room, tied the same as me, just as naked. He was still passed out. I looked around for Jackson or Cassie and didn't see them. I started to try to army crawl over to Tim, but only made it a few feet before I realized my ankle restraints were connected to a hook in the wall that they had obviously put there. I rolled back toward it. It was solidly in the wall, keeping me from moving beyond just a few feet in any direction.
"Tim?" I whispered. "Baby, wake up!"
"Huh? Wassamatter?" He mumbled and then opened his eyes suddenly. "Shit, Lana! Are you okay?" He sat up and examined his own situation, ankles bound with nylon rope and tethered by the hook on his side of the room.
"Yeah, what's going on, though?" I asked quietly. "Do you think they did anything to us?"
"No, darlings." This was definitely Cassie talking. I looked up and saw her waltz into the living room from the kitchen. Her voice was low, sultry. "We haven't touched you. Except to remove your clothing of course."
"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" Tim asked, angrily yanking at his ropes.
"It's always the same, isn't it, Cassie?" Jackson entered, his shirt off now, showing the further extent of his tattoos which curved around his arms and chest and down his back in an intricate design.
"Yes, it is, Jackson. 'What do you want?' is usually the first." She smiled brilliantly and went to her man. He bent his neck to kiss her, a lingering kiss that suddenly made me realize how naked I was.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, interrupting them. Cassie angrily walked toward me. Before I had anytime to flinch, she slapped me hard across the face and knelt down to look me in the eyes.
"We're going to do whatever we want, Lana. Right now, I want to fuck." She spat the last word into my face and I looked away, fire burning inside me. She stood and met Jackson in the middle of the completely empty room, right between me and Tim so that we could both see exactly what they were doing.
At first they kissed. I saw Jackson's tongue slip into Cassie's mouth and hers lick across his lips before I looked away, embarrassed and furious. Their hands started moving on each other next. Her hands over his chest and down to the waistband of his jeans, his hands up through her hair and down her back to squeeze her ass through the slick fabric of her red dress. When he pushed aside the straps of the dress and her breasts were completely revealed, I glanced over at Tim and saw that he was watching.
Jackson slipped the dress down Cassie's body so that it pooled on the floor beneath her feet. Her body was curvy and tanned, her pussy shaved, her stomach toned and perky breasts with dark, erect nipples. I saw Tim shift uncomfortably, hiding what I knew must be a growing erection. I frowned, gritting my teeth, knowing that speaking was futile at this point.
Jackson made a low sound in his throat and his hands went to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them while she threw her head back, eyes shut tight. She undid the buttons on his jeans and pushed them down his thighs while he began kissing her neck and running his hands down the arching of her back over her perfectly shaped ass. She sucked on her bottom lip and moaned when her hand closed around his now revealed cock.
I looked up, mildly curious, and saw her hand pumping him gently while his mouth went to her hard nipples. His dick was huge, massive in a way that I had not seen but in porn years ago and something in me did a somersault when Cassie dropped to her knees in front of him, like she was worshipping his cock. I realized Tim was watching me and dropped my eyes, but watched from under my lashes as Cassie began to suck Jackson off.
I was transfixed by the way her tongue did laps around his cock, licking him like a vanilla ice cream cone and then taking all of him into her mouth, deep-throating him in a way that made him grab the back of her head and shudder. I felt myself getting wet despite myself as Cassie's hand slipped between her legs and began to rub herself there while she sucked him. I snuck a glance at Tim and noticed he was very interested in her fingers, as well, vigorously slipping in what must be a very wet pussy. He had given up on trying to hide his erection; it was too big to be concealed by his knees. With a small jolt I saw a drop of precum on the head of his dick and longed to lick it off. I felt myself get even wetter as I realized that he was enjoying the show so much. How fucked up is this? I thought but I kept watching.
After a few minutes of sucking, Jackson pulled her away and pushed her gently to the ground onto her back. He got down on his knees on the carpet and positioned his cock with her pussy perfectly so that we could easily see. Cassie spread her legs wide and Jackson placed his hands just above her knees, pushing her legs even wider as he thrust into her hard. I watched his dick disappear into her slick wet hole and felt my body tremble in desire. Cassie began to moan as he started to really fuck her, his cock sliding in and out, hands moving to her breasts so he could squeeze them as they bounced with each thrust. Tim closed his eyes, his cock straining, the drop of pre-cum slipping down his thick shaft. Cassie started rubbing one finger against her clit as they fucked and within minutes she was screaming that she was cumming hard around his cock. Almost immediately, he pulled out and began jacking himself off. His cum jetted from the tip of his dick in thick ropes that splashed across her wet pussy and flat stomach and I felt my own pussy spasm longingly, the wetness seeping out between my legs to coat my thighs. I, too, closed my eyes, the desire welling up was too strong to continue watching.
