Jason & Amanda -- Crimes of Passion Ch. 2
Note: This story contains non-consensual sex. Part 1 had some complications, which made this more of a grey area. Part 2 contains a rape scene. You have been forewarned.
* * * * * * * Cold Case
That night, as Amanda slept in bed with Jason, she dreamed.
Amanda was tied up and couldn't move.
As she regained her awareness, she realized...that it was not just a dream.
She was tied up to her bedposts.A man stood before her, wearing a ski mask in the dim light. Her window was open. She started to panic, and started to yell....
Jason nudged her awake.
"You were dreaming...and I think it was bad."
Amanda was still out of sorts as she said, "I was back in my room in the house I grew up in...and I was tied up." She looked scared.
"It's ok, I have you," Jason said as he pulled his mom in close and cuddled her.
Jason couldn't stand that someone had done this to her.
He seemed to be deep in thought. "Would it be ok if I asked you some questions about that night?"
Amanda relented. "Yes."
Jason said, "Is there anything you can remember about that day? Anything unusual? Like, where did you go? What did you do?"
"Nothing, really. It was the day after my high school graduation party, and some relatives were staying over."
"Interesting."
"Why is that interesting?"
Jason looked thoughtful, "For a crime like this to happen in your own home, while people were over...to pull that off, wouldn't that take some inside knowledge?"
"I mean...maybe...but that's impossible -- not with anyone that was in the house that night."
Jason continued, "...so, who were all the men staying in your house that night?"
"Well, it was just my cousin and my uncle that were over, besides my dad."
"Look, I'm not saying any of them did this to you, but could you humor me for a bit?"
"I suppose...but I think you're wasting your time."
"Well, you know me, when I find a bone...." Jason smiled.
Amanda finished. "...You can't let go."
* * * * * * * The Investigation
I had the upper hand if any of the men that were in the house the night of the crime had anything to do with it. They all worked during the day, and since I took remote college classes, I was free to do whatever was necessary to clear them without any interference.
As for the suspects, there seemed to be two strong possibilities. Her cousin Alex and her uncle Joe. They were both over, visiting that night, and they would have both had opportunity, just by their proximity and knowledge of the environment.
As for motive, I didn't have to look far to consider a very simple one.
Amanda was one of the hottest women walking the planet as far as I'm concerned, and I could barely imagine what sexual magnitude she must have oozed with when she was 18 years old and dressing, as she said in her diary, like a slut.
I loved my Mom, and I needed to solve this crime to give her closure so she could take some of her power back.
I decided to start with Amanda's cousin Alex. Then her Uncle Joe. Since I knew where they lived and what to expect, it was pretty easy going sneaking inside and digging through their stuff.
It wasn't totally conclusive, but I had come up empty. Still, my gut told me I wasn't wrong. I had to be missing something.
Then it dawned on me. I hadn't actually finished investigating all the suspects.
Technically, her father, Tony, had been there that night. He was always there, so that made him less of a suspect, but I had to be thorough after all.
Tony was a big and kind man. He always seemed so youthful, even now in his mid-to-late 50s. I had always liked my grandfather. So you can imagine I was not feeling great about sneaking into his house while he was away at work.
His wife had passed away some years before, so I knew the place was empty.
I used the key he had hidden under a vase in the back. They had a large and very expensive house. They had really done well, I thought, as I crept through, pausing to examine Amanda's old room.
It was huge. On one side, it had a large double closet with ventilation slats on the front. As though that wasn't enough for one room, another similarly sized closet existed on the perpendicular wall.
The family she grew up with was definitely rich. Too bad my mom and I didn't see any of the spoils.
The room next to hers was the master suite -- the one her father still slept in -- where I intended to spend most of my time digging.
I explored every nook and cranny of that massive room. Almost immediately, I found a massive safe behind a large framed picture near the bed. Whatever was of value would most likely be in there..., and there was no way I was getting in.
On the off chance there could be something else, and perhaps out of desperation before the trail went cold, I continued to look around.
My search finally proved fruitful in the unlikeliest of places.
As I investigated the closet, I accidentally knocked an old worn shoebox full of nicknacks to the floor. The closet was dark, so I used the flashlight feature on my phone to pick up the pieces.
As I put everything back in the box, I noticed the slightest edge of a line going up the backside of the closet.
I examined the closet further, and -- I'll be damned -- if there wasn't a secret doorway hidden there! The handle was easy to find once you knew it was there. I swung it open, and I bet you can guess where it went.
I stood inside one of the large closets in Amanda's room.
From my vantage point, I could easily imagine the clear view my grandpa had watching her change or maybe even watching her masturbating on her bed. I couldn't know for sure if he was involved in her rape, but it seemed more than probable.
I was disgusted with her father if he put her through all this, but a part of me understood the animalistic urges that he must have had. He was quite likely my father, after all.
I could understand how she must have been incredibly tempting with the way she looked and dressed. But he had gone far across the line, and I had to think of a way to make him pay.
The most obvious choice would be to call the police. There were big problems with that option.
First, I had no evidence suggesting my grandpa had actually raped her. All I could prove was that he was a pervert.
Second, even if I could prove it, I know my mom would never want to expose what had happened. She loved her father very much and wouldn't want him to go to prison.
Another idea popped into my head.
What if we leveraged this to hit him where it hurt and also solve a problem that had been nagging me?
If I could extort a sizable chunk of money from him, I could get some recompense for my mom. Since he had millions of dollars saved up, what would a couple million be to him if it meant staying out of jail?
There was just one problem with my plan. I actually didn't know for sure that he was the one who committed this crime, and I certainly had no evidence.
That's when I concocted a scheme. I would just have to get Amanda to go along with it. If I was right, we would be living on "easy street" together.
* * * * * * * The Plan
I walked Amanda through everything I discovered. She was shocked, to say the least.
She was certain that I was wrong but wavered a bit when she learned about the secret closet viewing station where her father most likely masturbated, watching her.
We agreed to go through with my plan, but if we needed to, we could pull the plug.
Amanda set everything up by placing a call and planning a night for us to stay over and visit.
That same weekend we arrived at my grandfather's house, unpacked our stuff, and set off to our respective rooms. Amanda stayed in her old room, of course, and I had one of the guest suites, which was quite lavish.
That evening, we had a great home-cooked meal, hanging out together and laughing with my grandfather, Tony. He was always fun to be around, and I would have never thought in a million years that he would be capable of something like I suspected if it weren't for that secret closet door.
Amanda did her part well. She was dressed over-the-top sexy. Her short silky skirt hugged her butt, and when she bent over to pick up a dish or get something for the table, it was easy to catch a glimpse of her panties and her insanely sexy butt.
That night, I snuck out of the guest room and waited in Amanda's closet. Not the closet that had the secret passage, of course, but the other one that allowed me a view of the room as well as of the other closet.
I turned on my video recorder and sat back in my chair, waiting to see if he took the bait.
Amanda did her job well. She slowly took her clothes off and pretended to check herself out in the mirror. She was naked and breathtakingly desirable. If her father was in that other closet watching, like I suspected he was, there was no way he would be able to resist what was in front of him.
Mom put on a skimpy nighty turned out the light, and climbed into bed.
It didn't take long to prove my theory correct. About 40 minutes later, the other closet door slowly crept open...and of course, a man in a ski mask appeared.
I felt pretty awesome sitting there, ready to burst out of the closet once the action started, just as planned. That is, until a second man entered the room, holding a gun.
Oh fuck, I thought. This is BAD. I never, in a million years, thought there was someone else involved. Worse still, having a gun in the situation had never crossed my mind. The dynamic changed dramatically. I would be lucky if we both got out of this alive.
All I could do was wait and watch in horror.
The man with the gun sat in a desk chair about eight feet from the bed. The other man stood next to the bed, quietly taking his clothes off. Judging by his height, this had to be my grandpa, Tony, as he was taller than the other men I had suspected.
His body was lean, muscular, and powerful. He had washboard abs and a tuft of slightly graying hair on his chest. He reminded me of a silverback gorilla staking out its claim.
He started stroking his cock as he watched my mother sleep.
My god, it was huge, as were his balls. I guess that's where I got it from.
Tony said in a deep gravelly voice that sounded quite different from his usually kind tone, "Get up bitch."
My mom turned and looked at him and then saw the other man in the chair.
Shock crossed her face as the man pointed the gun at her and said, "Do everything we say, and we'll let you live."
She must have calculated the same odds I had.
If I were to come out of that closet, which was in view of the man holding the gun, there was a good chance he would shoot me, if only out of sheer surprise. Not to mention the risk to my mom, having a loaded gun pointed at her by who knows!?
