Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.
Chapter 2
The silence of the drive home made it feel achingly long, the initial noise of the tyres on dirt road changed quickly to asphalt, and then the silence of those smooth roads amplified the reality that neither Tom nor Rachel knew what to say. They both gazed downwards in their hoods, not because of the confinement of the trunk, but rather because the shame and guilt was physically weighing on them.
Eventually the car slowed, and the couple could hear the whine of the electric motor on their garage door closing, signifying the end of their ordeal. The trunk opened and the men pulled them out and into the garage. Their hoods were removed, and they were pushed to the back of the garage, Marek's two companions turning and sliding back into the SUV.
"Remember what I told you. We will be back in one week," said Marek, "but if you want to see me sooner, for a little more fun, don't be shy, just give me a call anytime you like," and he grinned at them as he swung into the SUV, the engine started and they were gone. The door began to whine again as it descended.
The room darkened as the door descended and Rachel wrapped her arms around Tom and buried her face in his chest. Tom rested his head on hers and reached his arms around her back. He held her close and her shoulders shook as the sobs began. The door mechanism's whine covering the sound of her tears until it reached the ground and all but a beam of daylight playing along the floor was shut out. The couple were left in a half light which illuminat the assorted bikes, boxes of books, winter sledges and tools around the space.
"I'm sorry," started Tom.
"No," interrupted Rachel, "I'm the one who should be sorry," She was looking up at him now, "I let those men turn me on and with you watching, I am so ashamed, please forgive me Tom, I couldn't help it."
Tom looked down at her in silence, his first instinct was to forgive her, not least as this was actually all his fault, but as the words formed on his lips something stopped him.
"I don't understand what just happened Rachel, I've never seen you like that before, it was, I dunno, out of control I guess," he posited.
"Did you see everything they did to me?" she said, her faced inflected towards his, eyes puffy from crying and cheeks still wet with tears.
"Yes, I did. And everything you did to them. I know they forced you to begin with, but...Look the kids will be home soon. Let me process what just happened to us and we can talk about it later," offered Tom.
"Tom, what they did to us, to me. I don't think I'll ever get over it," said Rachel, tears welling on her eyelids again.
"They can't hurt you now, I am here to protect you." Said Tom, and he meant it.
"I believe you. I need to take a shower and change out of these clothes," she said and left Tom's arms. She stopped by the trash bin in the garage and shed the scruffy sweatpants and top they had given her.
Tom's eyes were growing accustomed to the light and he could see the peachy curves of her ass as she bent low to slide the pants down off her ankles. He wanted to turn a light on so he could look at her swollen sex and used asshole, but for now the dimness of the garage meant they were hidden by deep shadow. There was another urge, he wanted to overpower her now, to take her right there and then, to jam his cock back into her tight hole and make her his toy. He looked away quickly, fighting the swelling erection, he couldn't think like that, not after what he had caused to happen to her.
Rachel stepped through into the house and was gone. Tom followed and moments later he could hear the shower going. The sound of the front door handle opening made him jump and he snapped back into parenthood mode as the door flung open and the kids ran in from school.
It was late evening before the kids were asleep and they were alone again, Rachel had dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and looked tired. She poured herself a glass of wine and a second for Tom.
"We need to talk. What happened to us today, why did they do that to us, what did you get us into?" questioned Rachel.
"You know I have some clients who are not exactly
legal.
Those men work for one of those clients. All this stuff we have, the house, the cars, nice holidays, nice clothes, the school funds, they are all down to the work I do for that client," explained Tom.
"We both agreed to take him on as a client," he continued, "we knew the risks and he thinks I have stolen from him."
"Well, have you?" demanded Rachel.
"Of course not, he is crazy, I would never take the risk," said Tom, "he has got it into his head that the last money movement was $50k light, I was handling it."
"Handling it," blurted Rachel, "how exactly was today 'handling it' Tom?"
"I thought he would believe me," said Tom shaking his head, "I can get $50k to him, we will just have to dip into the kid's college funds though. I'll make it back up again, it's no big deal."
"You had better," warned Rachel.
"Oh, had I, you're giving the orders now eh?" scowled Tom.
"After what they did to me, I think I have the right to be a little mad Tom."
"Yeah I saw what they did to you Rachel," and her cheeks flushed red as Tom stared at her, "I saw how deep did you took that guys cock down your throat, and I heard each and every one of the orgasms you enjoyed. Next time try not to look like you're enjoying yourself so much and I might feel a little more sympathetic." He shot back at her.
"I'm sorry, I really am. I just lost control," her eyes couldn't meet his.
"Yes, you did. I'm going to check on the kids, we can talk more later," and he turned and walked into the hallway and up the stairs leaving Rachel to her thoughts.
Twenty minutes later Tom walked back downstairs, he could hear Rachel in the laundry room, the washing machine whirred loudly and she was moving wet clothes into the drier. He was watching her through the door, and noticed she hadn't heard him approach over the noise of the washing machine.
Tom watched as she bent over, no panty liner was visible through the stretched fabric of her shorts, and she pushed the dryer door shut. He felt the urge return, he wanted her. Slipping on a pair of gloves from the shelf Tom stepped inside the laundry, she still hadn't heard him and didn't even react as he pushed the door shut. Tom felt a flash of what a predator might feel as it stalked its prey, a rush of adrenaline hit him and he flicked the light switch off.
Before Rachel could turn around Tom was on her, he wrapped his hand around her mouth and his other arm wrapped around her body, she began to struggle, her ass squirming against his hardening cock as she rubbed against him. He released her arms and swiftly brought his hand down to smack her ass which slapped loudly over the sound of the washer. He put a lot of force into it, more than a playful slap, and followed it up with two more. Rachel stopped struggling and put her hands onto the counter in front of her.
Rachel could only look down at the worktop in front of her now as a hand gripped the back of her neck and pushed her head down, the electronic lights of the boiler system nearby illuminating the scratched veneer surface. She could feel the rough textile of a gloved hand sliding around in her shorts, finding a way to drag them down her legs, and she was frozen in fear and indecision. The gloved hand grabbed a bunch and pulled them down just past her knees, then both hands grabbed her top, and lifted it swiftly over her head. She was braless and when the hands pushed her down onto the counter her skin froze at the coldness of the worktop, her nipples squashed tight, although it wasn't entirely unpleasant, they began to erect ever so slightly.
She didn't know who was behind her. She thought it was Tom, hoped it was Tom. But the gloves made her uncertain and this certainly wasn't like their sex life used to be. The pressure on her tits was uncomfortable and her sex was still sore from the pounding she had already received today. She just hoped whoever it was, it would be over quick.
Tom was pleased she wasn't fighting him off. Only a day ago he would have literally had to beg her for sex. Now she was submitting to him. He placed a hand down on her back to steady her and began to try to drag his own pants down to release the painfully hard cock they were keeping imprisoned. His cock bobbed up like a pink submarine breaching the surface of the water.
As he pulled a handful of denim down his thighs, he felt an object in his pocket. It was the tube of lube he had used earlier; he must have pocketed it. Removing the glove and unscrewing the lid one-handed he began for the second time in his life, and for the second time that day, to apply lube to his wife's asshole.
"Tom is that you, what are you doing?" Rachel asked hesitantly.
Tom remained silent, fingering her puckered hole and widening it with his index and forefinger. She accepted his probing fingers and remained bent over, the man behind her was in charge now. Her compliance convinced Tom he didn't need to hold her down and he took his hand from her back and reached around to her clitoris. She shuddered at his touch; her clit was sensitive from the stimulation of earlier in the day, but the initial soreness passed quickly as the hand rubbed her in circles.
Rachel was mostly sure that it was Tom behind her, but it could have been one of the men from earlier. Either way, her asshole being fingered, and her clit being rubbed was turning her on and her body was willing the hands to bring her over the edge of another orgasm.
Tom's fingers were moving faster, and she was writhing on the worktop how, breathing heavier, her hands searched for a place to grip and hold herself and once found she arched her back and pushed her ass upwards.
Tom's cock responded, straining upwards with veins pulsing and head throbbing. He slipped his fingers from her ass and rubbed the lube over his cock. Gripping the shaft midway, he positioned himself at her tight hole. The fingers of his other hand rubbing her frantically, and Rachel's breathing came deeper and more desperate, climbing toward an orgasm. Biting her hand, she moaned with pleasure as waves of ecstatic heat spread from her pussy.
