"Your father said I raped that girl."
He started a very deliberate circling of the chair and the young woman tied to it.
"He got the jury to believe him and I spent seventeen years in jail."
He looked down on the woman's professionally styled blonde hair. He ran his fingers through it just above her shoulders.
"I needed a way to convince him that it's not rape when a girl begs you, absolutely pleads with you, to fuck her. And then screams, not from pain or fear, but from the pure pleasure of great sex."
He ran his finger around the top of her sleeveless blouse and down her arm. He peered into the opening at the top of the blouse. He saw her cleavage; the hint of a bra.
"It wasn't rape, Linda. And you'll be able to go back to your prosecutor father and tell him what it's like. You'll feel the same things she did. You'll have the same desires. You'll beg and scream just like she did. And you'll tell your father about it. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded.
He looked at the long, shapely legs extending below her shorts. Her ankles were tied to the chair. He stood in front of her.
"How long do you think we have, Jason?" his girlfriend Melissa asked from across the room.
"Three days at least," he said. "Maybe more. It will take them a while to figure out she's been snatched. Then a while to figure out why. Then a while to go through all the people her father sent away."
Melissa smiled. "That's a long time."
Jason smiled at his hostage. "You up to it, Linda? Can you hold out that long? Or do you think you'll cave in sooner and beg for it tomorrow, and the next day, and the next? You're going to have the final say in this. YOU will tell ME, not the other way around. That girl didn't hold out long. She wanted it sooner than I thought. What about you, Linda?"
"Don't hold your breath, asshole," Linda hissed.
Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Whoa. Tough words from a lovely young lady tied to a chair in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Lucky for you I'm not into violence or I'd slap you around a little."
He ran his finger down her neck and into the top of her blouse. Then he turned towards Melissa and said, "Well, I think we should prepare her for the duration of the stay. Give her a hint of things to come. What do you say?"
Melissa's eyes lit up and her smile widened. "I'm ready."
Jason was three feet in front of Linda's chair. He leisurely unzipped his shorts and reached inside. When his hand came out, it brought with it an impressive cock that showed the signs of the early stages of an erection. He let it hang by itself.
Melissa walked across to him. She was a striking woman with long, brunette hair; striking in her 'plain' beauty. While the captive Linda was a gorgeous, rich, blonde bitch, Melissa looked like the girl-next-door turned local TV news anchor. Except she was a part-time receptionist who happened to love a rapist.
She stopped in front of Jason, kissed him, and took hold of his cock. Soon, she was on her knees running her tongue over the bloated head. Melissa licked the underside of the cock as if she was in a porn video. Her intended audience, in this case Linda, couldn't take her eyes off the 'screen'.
Melissa spread her lips and erotically slid her mouth over the ever-hardening shaft. When she reached his balls, she pulled back and repeated the process. It did not take Jason very long to be fully erect and holding the back of his girlfriend's head, fucking her mouth.
Linda had never watched anybody else having sex, of any type. She was single and fairly conservative. She'd never performed oral sex nor had oral sex performed on her. She could have reacted in any number of ways to what Melissa and Jason were doing. But if she had to guess, she wouldn't have predicted that she was enthralled by it.
Jason didn't mean for this introduction of things to come to be complicated. Melissa knew that. There'd be plenty of time. This was foreplay.
"You're so fuckin' good, Melissa," Jason moaned. "Almost there."
The only sounds in the cabin were Melissa's mouth sucking on Jason's cock and the moans of the two participants. If the moans were any indication, something was about to happen.
"Yes. Fuck yes!" Jason cried out.
He took hold of the cock with his right hand and began frantically stroking it. Melissa's mouth hung open like a young bird waiting to be fed. Jason put the tip of his cock two inches in front of the mouth. Thirty seconds later he grunted and pushed his hips forward.
The first blast of cum hit Melissa's upper lip before falling into her mouth. All subsequent squirts—and there were several—landed squarely on her tongue. Melissa swallowed halfway through, but a small stream still found its way down her chin.
When Jason was nearing the end, she wrapped her lips around him again and sucked out the last few drops. Linda watched a large drop of cum fall from Melissa's chin and land on the floor between them.
Linda felt the first response in her pussy. It wasn't dramatic; but undeniable. She convinced herself she'd be rescued long before she'd ever have to submit to Jason's plan.
Melissa wiped her face as Jason put his cock back inside his shorts.
"So, that's just a 'taste'—excuse the pun—of what's to 'come'," Jason said to Linda. "But don't worry. Your turn will get here soon enough."
Once his shorts were back together and Melissa had moved back to her chair, Jason said, "Any questions?"
Linda shook her head. Her blue eyes glared with renewed resentment and rage. Every ounce of her body wanted to fight against him.
"Good," Jason said. "Let's eat."
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It was early evening by the time everyone had eaten. Jason untied Linda's arms to let her eat from a plate in her lap. A small TV provided noise, but Jason was careful to avoid having it on a local station with news. His conversations with Melissa were as if Linda wasn't even in the cabin.
It was getting darker outside when Jason made his way over to Linda's chair again.
"I think it's time we start getting you ready for bed," he said, bending down to untie her legs.
As soon as they were free, he told her to stand. Linda was a little unsteady on her feet at first, but soon she had her balance and normal circulation returned. Jason looked at the woman he guessed was thirty years old, give or take a couple years. She had a well-maintained figure and all the signs of ample curves under her blouse and shorts.
"If we only take off one piece of clothing, what should it be?" Jason asked nobody in particular.
His eyes scanned her closely.
"Melissa? Any preferences?"
"The blouse," she replied.
Jason looked at Linda and smiled. "She's always been a breast woman."
He moved close enough to reach the top button on Linda's shirt. When it was open, he slid the fingers of both hands inside the wide collars of the blouse. He felt the straps of her bra.
Linda tried to keep from shaking as he opened another button. Jason could now see it all: the fullness of her breasts; the lacy black bra; the outline of her nipples as they pressed against the bra. He slowly worked his way down until the blouse was hanging open.
His fingers traced the edge of her bra, up the smooth skin of her tit, and onto her shoulder. Jason stepped back and walked behind Linda. She and Melissa made eye contact before Linda shyly looked away. Jason pulled the blouse off her shoulders.
It fell down her arms easily and he tossed it aside when it came off. Linda's bra was an obviously expensive, tiny garment. The cups seemed to be molded specifically for her firm tits.
"Good choice, babe," Jason said to Melissa. "That gives us a pretty good idea of what we have to work with."
"I like it already and I'm pretty far away," Melissa said. "I'm gonna want a close-up view."
"Be patient!"
Jason caused Linda to shudder when he unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her and put both breasts in his hands. He squeezed them once, then let go.
"Very nice," he said, moving in front of her again. "I'm going to leave you untied for a little bit. Be a good girl and nobody will get hurt. You can have that bed over there, by the way?"
Jason pointed to a small, single size bed in the corner. Linda really didn't want to sit in the chair or couch near her captors, so she plopped down on the bed. As soon as she did, the sound of a cow bell rang out below her. A look of surprise crossed her face.
Jason and Melissa laughed.
"That's the alarm system," Jason told Linda. "Move too much and we'll know about it."
Linda sat with her back against the wall, intent on not making a sound. It became apparent to her that Jason and Melissa would be using the sofa bed when Melissa pulled it out and threw a sheet and blanket over it. The beds were no more than fifteen feet apart and Linda's preference for privacy was going to be severely tested.
An hour or so later, with Linda feeling the tiring effects of a long, eventful day, she caught herself starting to nod off. She awoke to find Jason and Melissa standing next to their bed. Each one was undressing.
Linda's eyes flipped from Jason to Melissa to Jason. For whatever reason, he expected them to either stop at their underwear or change into something else. Instead, they both removed the last of their clothing and showed no signs of putting anything else on.
Jason whispered something to his naked girlfriend. Linda saw her grin, and then Melissa was moving towards Linda's bed.
