It's called "Helsinki Syndrome". It's where the captives begin to identify and sympathize with their captor and Ashley and I had it bad for Matt. When Ashley had asked Matt to stay she didn't know what a can of worms she'd opened for the two of us.
Matt asked us if we really wanted him to be wih us and the two of us nodded our consent, partly from fear and partly from the insensate shock of being assaulted. He gagged us both and then left the apartment. Ashley and I looked at each other and I imagined that it must be over and that Matt had gone on his merry way. I only wish it had been true.
He returned in about half an hour with a push cart and two large musical equipment crates on it. You know the kind, like you see roadies carrying around backstage at concerts? In no time at all he'd picked us up and loaded us each into one of the boxes and then I felt the bumping around as we were loaded into a truck. The trip took a long time and I will admit that he was careful to take care of us. Each hour or so he'd stop the truck and then come back to open the boxes and let us have some fresh air before moving on. I couldn't see anything, but I did guess that we were heading into the mountains after a few hours when my ears popped from the pressure changes.
I'm guessing it was at least six hours of driving before we finally stopped and he unloaded us. When Matt opened up the boxes Ashley and I found ourselves in the oddest little prison. We were clearly in the basement of a house right off the garage as I could see it. Matt took me to a little room with a large steel door and guided me inside where he sat me down on a comfy bed and then took my ankle and locked a shackle on it. I looked and saw that the shackle had a strong looking chain that was very securely bolted into the concrete wall. There was no escape possible.
"Welcome home." He took off the ropes around me and then removed my gag and my blindfold. I saw my captor standing there, a good looking man, maybe six feet tall, close cut blond hair, and a very masculine face set by two sapphire-blue eyes. I took a quick glance around the room, my new home, and realized it was a very comfortably appointed prison cell, complete with a little bathoom of its' own.
"Where are we? And where's my baby?"
He laughed.
"You two wanted to stay with me, well, here you are! This is my home and we're well away from the rest of the world here. This was my parents place before they died and I took and did something special with the basement as you see. You two are my first guests here since you were dumb enough to ask to be kidnapped." He left the cell for a minute and then came back with Melissa. "Here's our daughter, so don't worry. You didn't think I'd leave here there all alone? Shit!"
He walked out and closed the steel door securing me and Melissa in the cell that was our new home and then he went off to get Ashley taken care of. The day went by and he brought me Melissa's things and a warm bottle for her and a warm dinner for myself. Then I heard Ashley scream as he raped her again. She called him a monster and he replied that his name was 'Matt' before he slapped her and silenced her reminding her that she'd asked for this. I sat there holding Melissa and I trembled as it began to dawn on me that the three of us were in very serious trouble, especially now that we'd seen his face.
Ashley whimpered as Matt fucked her and told her how sexy she was and how tight her pussy was on his cock. She never said another word to him but I did hear her yelp a little every now and then and I guessed that her pain was from Matt thrusting his cock deep into her. Finally, I heard him grunting and I could even hear their bodies slapping together with the force of their mating until, with a moan of sheer pleasure, Matt signaled his orgasm. I imagined his cock twitching in Ashley's pussy as Matt filled her with more of his sperm. I sat there and could not believe what we'd gotten ourselves into; a life as sex slaves to this man. A life we'd actually asked for.
Ashley cried all night and never said anything when I tried to talk to her. She was clearly traumatized and when we later spoke she told me that she was horrified that her rash words to Matt trapped both of us in this situation and the responsibility was crushing to her.
The next morning Matt brought both of us breakfast and I ate while feeding Melissa and it was maybe an hour later when Matt came and took Melissa to Ashley and told her to snap out of her depression and take care of her niece. I heard her say 'Okay' and then her door was closed and locked. Matt came back to my cell door and looked in at me.
"Your turn."
I didn't react as he came up to me and guided me to the wall where a pair of handcuffs dangled from a bar. He took off my robe, the only thing he'd given me to wear, and then I sheepishly let him cuff me to the bar with my butt facing back at him. I didn' care to look as I heard him undress and I just gave myself over to the inevitable as I felt his warm hands on my hips. He motioned for me to spread my legs and I didn't argue with him. His cock ran up against my pussy and he went "Mmmmmm" as his hands ran over my breasts, lingering on my nipples to excite them. I was shocked at my own reaction as my nipples hardened and a rush of sexual excitement ran over me.
"Yeah," he murmured," I can feel you getting wet...yeah"
