Sara is kidnapped
In the kitchen Martha handed her friend, Sara, a coffee.
'Harry is spending a lot of time at your house,' Martha said.
'He's good company. Spends time on homework and helps with the cooking,' Sara said.
'Cooking? I know you're a terrible cook, and he never shows interest here,' Martha laughed.
'Well, I get a pizza, and he does the washing up,' Sara explained.
She was trying not to sound cagey over what they were up to. Martha's son was screwing her every chance he got, and she wasn't dissuading him. Rather, she had completely submitted to him over the last two weeks. As he was only eighteen Sara felt it vital to keep the bad secret away from everyone, especially his mother.
'He's got a crush on you, did you know?' Martha continued fishing.
Sara went red with embarrassment. She didn't need to try and look astonished. The idea that Martha might have guessed something was going on, was alarming.
'No! Really! What should I do?' Sara exclaimed.
'Just be aware that's all,' Martha said, and took a sip of coffee.
'Oh,' Sara could only just reply, without choking.
'You could of course, how can I say, help him to become a responsible young man. He's going to university soon, and will meet girls his own age. You could teach him to be more confident with girls,' Martha said, and took a sudden interest in the coffee cup.
'What are you saying? I can't give him a talk about the birds and the bees. Surely his father should do that. He's eighteen, he should be aware of girls and things,' Sara pointed out.
'I'm sure he is, aware, but is he considerate to women. You could give him, well, a head start. With the right direction he would become an appreciative, lover. Think about how it is when you got married. The men are useless. They think of nothing but themselves, and it takes time for them to learn to keep us happy,' Martha said, with heartfelt criticism.
'Martha! Are you asking me to. . .' Sara began, abruptly coming to a stop.
Did Martha suspect them of cavorting together? She was fucking her friends son and it seemed so awful being confronted by the fact.
'Why not? You're an attractive young woman without a man, at the moment. Think about it, it might be fun,' Martha mischievously spoke.
'Martha! I'm twenty eight. It wouldn't be right. You're asking me to seduce your son,' she quietly said.
'Well, it was just an idea, don't let it worry you,' Martha advised.
'I'll try not to. Maybe he shouldn't come around today,' Sara murmured.
'Nonsense. He enjoys your company. Maybe that's enough to satisfy him,' Martha said, trying to close the conversation.
Both women wondered what each other was thinking. Martha could see her friend thinking about it, and quietly hoped she had sown the seeds of action. Sara hoped Martha hadn't guessed they were sleeping together, and that her friend would drop the idea.
'Have you heard any more from those weird people? You know. The ones you babysat for a few weeks ago,' Martha asked, as a way of changing the subject.
'How could I forget? Their house was dismal. That poor woman. The husband is a bully, and uses religion as an excuse to repress her. She's nothing but a skivvy there, with no freedom at all,' Sara said, with indignation.
'I heard they're all like that. They've got a fundamentalist church in New Acres, the old part of town. They live a simple life, but it's an extremist cult. I didn't know until the other day what they were like. I'm sorry I took you around there. They haven't bothered you since, have they?' Martha asked, sounding apologetic.
'They tried to recruit me, but haven't contacted me again,' Sara said.
Recruiting her was a diplomatic way of putting it. The son wanted to keep her there as his sexual plaything. The experience had been traumatic, and she only escaped when Harry broke her free. She wondered if being subjected to the families heavy subjugation was still affecting her. Brian had treated her roughly to wear her down, as well as indoctrinating her into becoming submissive. She had submitted to Harry over the last couple of weeks, which might have something to do with that awful experience.
Shaking her head to free it of such bad thoughts, she decided to tease her friend.
'It was tempting to join them. The young men must learn to satisfy a woman before getting married. Is that where you got the idea from? Before marriage they spend several nights with older, married women. They get marks for how many orgasms they give, and get permission to marry if they satisfy the older woman,' Sara lied.
'No! That sounds a good idea to me,' she said, with a gleam in her eye. 'Oh! You're having me on. Hell! I was going to sign up,' she laughed.
*
Three weeks passed for Sara and Harry, in blissful peace at her house. She enjoyed having the attention of a caring young man. He even managed to get some studying done for college. She encouraged him by promising him a blowjob if he spent an hour studying. She no longer felt guilty, pandering to a young guy's whims. Whatever he wanted, she would throw herself into performing for him.
Being his little pet, letting him take charge, became a natural way of behaving. There was no way she would have submitted to such indignities before Brian had tormented her. After all that happened over the last weeks, her attitude had changed. Harry was her hero after saving her from Brian, and she felt a great needed to repay him. With him she let go all her inhibitions, to become his willing sex-pet. The arrogant and inhibited young woman of before, had been dramatically transformed.
The day of departure had arrived, and Harry was on his way to college. Sara put a brave face on, for him and Martha, though inside she felt the beginnings of a great loss. Waving goodbye as he drove off, she nearly broke down. She hurried back to her home before she made a spectacle of herself. The comfortable home felt as empty as she did. What was she to do without him?
***
Brian let himself into the house and made his way to the bedroom. He gently slipped a loop of cord around one ankle, then the other. He took his time, not wanting to disturb his victim. Another loop was loosely pulled around a wrist, then the other. When she fidgeted he held the cords still, waiting patiently for her to fall back into a deeper sleep.
He held the cords in one hand, and a ball gag in the other, ready to push into her mouth. He pulled upon the cords, tightening the slip knots. Sara awoke with a start, opening her mouth in surprise, not realising what was happening. He pushed the ball gag into her mouth, and tightened the strap at the back of her head.
Sara thrashed around, unable to kick or flail her arms. He turned her over, then again rolled her, until she was tightly cocooned in the sheet. He ignored the muffled yelps and screams.
He put his mouth close to an ear. 'You've been a naughty girl, Sara,' he said, and slapped her ass.
Sara recognised the voice. She froze knowing it was that evil boy! Fear overwhelmed her, stilling her body, brain, and almost her heart. Her breathe came in gasps through gaping nostrils, sucking in air, threatening hyperventilation.
'No! Not again!' she screamed through the ball gag.
The sound was nothing but a distorted gargle. It was frightening not being able to see with the sheet wrapped around her head. Her whole body was tightly wrapped in the king sized sheet, so movement was restricted to an ineffective wriggle. Once more she had been trapped by that revolting boy.
'Calm down, Sara,' Brian told her, and slapped her ass again.
He tied the ends of the two cords to the bed, and left her to ineffectually squirm. It would tire her out, and confirm she was powerless to escape. He went to the study to use her computer. While it warmed up he looked through desk draws, and as expected, found a well thumbed piece of paper. He typed the password, getting in on the first try.
On face book he updated her status. She had joined the Church of Fundamentalist Saints, and would be away for a few days.
Back in the bedroom he rolled her to the edge of the bed, and over his shoulder. He pushed up with strong legs until standing erect, and steadied himself for a moment. Brian congratulated himself, for so far everything had gone to plan. Walking through the house to the kitchen she began to violently squirm, throwing him against a refrigerator. A hard slap to her ass reminded her who was boss.
Stepping into the garage he lowered her into the trunk of her car. He already had the keys from the kitchen on his way in, and left the trunk open. She lay like an old carpet rolled up ready for disposal. He looked at his watch. It was five to six in the morning, almost thirty minutes since entering the house. His father would be leaving at six, on a business trip, arranging for a supply of wood for the family furniture business. Brian wanted to arrive home after he left.
No one was in the street when he paused to click the automatic garage door closed. The street he finally turned into was very different from the up market neighbourhood he just left. He hesitated at the end of the street to check his father had left home. Sara's car was reversed up the drive to park discreetly beside the house. Not that the nearest neighbours, a few hundred yards away, would care what he was up to. The house next door had been abandoned last week. The trunk was opened, and he was in the house in five minutes without a fuss.
At the bottom of the stairs he rested a moment, catching his breath. He adjusted her over his shoulder, ready to whisk her up to his room.
'That you, Brian?' his mother asked.
'Sure. Got something to do, and I'll be back down for breakfast,' he answered.
It was a tough climb up two flights of stairs to the attic room, but he had a great incentive. He secured Sara to a metal loop, bolted to the floor in the centre of the room. He went downstairs feeling light hearted and skipped the last two steps. He smelt the bacon frying, and sat down to a well earned breakfast.
Sara was livid, and fearful. She knew who the damn boy was, from the sound of his voice, and was fuming at this rough treatment. She knew what he intended, and that made her frightened. From the smell of the varnished floor, it was easy to guess she was back in his room.
