Maria and I once again tried to put the latest incident with our captors behind us. What else could we do? Our healing process wasn't helped when we both received anonymous packages in the mail about two months later.
In the package was a videotape and a typed note telling us that the film we had been forced to make had been distributed nationwide and was also available on-line. The note told us sales had been "through the roof" and sarcastically thanked us for our help.
At least with that one exception, our former captors had left us alone. We had been allowed to live our lifes in peace, as Maria had pleaded when they last released us.
The next spring, Maria and I were married. Life was good. No, it was better than good. It was great. In the summer, Teresa, Maria's older daughter, graduated from college. We knew she was going to graduate school in the fall, but she dropped the bombshell on us that she was getting married.
Her fiancee was just finishing law school, and already had a job lined up with a good firm in town. Maria was ecstatic and threw herself into the preparations for what promised to be a lavishly produced wedding.
Maria heard from a friend about a little shop that carried designer label women's clothing, but specialized in weddings. Teresa would certainly need a dress. But Cheryl, Maria's other daughter, would be the maid of honor and would also need an outfit.
Although I myself was not really enthusiastic (I couldn't help wondering how much all of this was going to cost), Maria insisted I go shopping with them. "We are going to all do this as a family," she insisted.
The shop was tucked into a nondescript storefront in a part of town that had seen better days. It wasn't in the prime retail areas in the city--basically, neighborhoods surrounding our two malls. It seemed like a strange place to me for an upscale women's boutique.
As soon as we entered, Maria and her girls started "Oohing" and "Ahhing." They were like kids in a candy store. I was thoroughly bored.
I noticed two employees in the store. One, about 35 or so, I assumed to be the manager or owner. She was assisting Maria and the girls. There was also a younger clerk. After speaking to her briefly, I learned she was a sophomore at the university (like Cheryl) and was just working there during the summer. The manager and the younger clerk were both very attractive. I guess that would basically be a job requirement in a place like that.
We were the only customers there. About ten minutes after we entered, three masked men, two of them armed, burst through the door. The first one, who would end up doing most of the talking, fired his gun in the air and ordered everyone into the back room.
When we were there, the unarmed man demanded the door key from the manager. Getting it, he rushed to the front and locked the door. He also turned the sign in the door to read, "CLOSED," instead of "OPEN." He then rushed back to join his comrades.
During that time, the leader was staring intently at Maria. "You look very familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before," he asked?
Maria didn't answer.
Then it came to him. "You're Cinderella," he exclaimed. Turning to his comrades, he informed them, "This is Cinderella, from that movie 'Cinderella Learns Her Lesson.' And these two," motioning to Teresa and Cheryl, "were the bad sisters."
Turning to the manager and clerk, he told them, "You know, we had been staking out this place. Our plan here was to rape the two of you. But now I have a better idea."
The two employees were then hustled into a nearby closet. The door was closed and locked.
The leader then returned his gaze to Maria. Although revolted by the situation, I could understand how he would remember her. Maria was a woman you didn't easily forget. Today, she looked especially pretty. She was wearing a sundress that hugged her still-trim figure. The hem was well above the knee and the V-shaped top showed ample cleavage.
Calmly, the leader instructed her, "Pull up that dress above your crotch."
Maria looked over at me, helplessly. Seeing this, the second armed man pointed his gun at Teresa's head and told me, "Don't even think about it." I tried to avoid Maria's stare that silently screamed, "Help me. Don't let this happen again."
After what seemed like an eternity, Maria haltingly clutched the sides of her dress in her fingers. With a sigh, she pulled her hands up, revealing her white lace panties. The leader picked up a box cutter laying on a nearby table.
Grabbing the panties at one thigh, he made a quick slashing motion with the boxcutter. He grabbed the panties on the other side and, after making a similar motion, pulled off her panties into his hand. One of the other men whistled and exclaimed, "Damn, that is some nice pussy. It's even better in person than in the movies."
Coming over to me, he grinned and told me, "Open up and say 'Ah.'" I did and he stuffed my wife's panties into my mouth. One of his comrades had some duct tape he had found in the stockroom. He tore off a piece and wrapped it around my mouth to ensure that the panties stayed in place. He then used the tape to bind my wrists behind me and my ankles.
By this time, the leader was back to Maria. He told her to remove her hands from her dress, and it dropped back below her thighs. Walking up to her, he grabbed her dress at the V and proceeded to slash it from top to bottom with the boxcutter. Pushing it down her arms, the dress fell to the floor. He briefly massaged her breasts, which were still in her bra. Then, with quick slashes along the shoulder straps, he pulled the bra away.
"You know," he said to her,"we saw you get fucked by the prince in the movie, but we didn't see you do anything for him in return." He then led Maria to where I was propped up against a wall. That took my attention away from Teresa and Cheryl, who each had one of the attackers fondling and kissing them. Maybe they would be mainly interested in Maria, or 'Cinderella', as they knew her and the girls wouldn't be abused too much.
Ordering Maria to get down on her kneees in front of me, he told her to take down my pants. She looked up at me and hesitated, but a quick slap to the side of her head got her cooperation. She fumbled to loosen my belt. She undid the button on my pants and pulled down the zipper. With one quick tug, she got them down around my bound ankles. The bulge in my briefs was clearly visible. Slowly, she lowered the briefs until they collapsed to the floor.
"Lick it. Pretend it's an ice cream cone," he ordered. Slowly, Maria's tongue began to explore my manliness. "Don't forget about his balls. Get them, too," he ordered.
