Evil-In-Laws

[PogueMahone]

(Closed for Leetah and PogueMahone)

Jason shifted nervously around the room, glancing repeatedly at his watch. “Only 5:30…” He muttered to himself as he sat down, opened a magazine and glanced at his watch again. He managed to read two sentences before he was up, out of the chair and moving around the room again.

Dinner wasn’t until 6:30 but he couldn’t stop his nervous fidgeting. He was finally going to introduce his parents to his fiancé. His father, Michael, had been somewhat shocked at Jason’s announcement that he planned to get married especially since they hadn’t even known he was dating anyone seriously. There was no real surprise in that from Jason’s point of view; he didn’t share most aspects of his life with his parents anymore. He’d never really been that close to his father, Michael had spent most of Jason’s childhood on the road, traveling the country trying to promote his company. A company that now grossed over 5.5 million dollars a year, allowing his father to retire early and finally spend time with his wife. Since his father’s retirement, Jason had developed a growing discomfort at spending time with his parents. Something had changed, somehow their house no longer felt like home to Jason and he found himself visiting less and less frequently.

Glancing out of the window, Jason thought briefly about what dinner was going to be like. His father had always seemed a stranger to him, a stranger that visited their house in between his frequent trips. His mother, Belinda, had been a good mother, stricter then most other parents but a caring figure to her only son. Jason hadn’t even been allowed to date until he was almost 18, and then only if his parent’s approved of the girl. Maybe that was what was making his anxious about tonight’s dinner. He’d met Spring two months ago at a party given by one of their mutual friends and the sparks simply flew between the two of them. They’d started dating each other exclusively the next week and he’d proposed after only a month. It was a fast paced relationship but Jason felt as if he’d known Spring all his life, as if he’d been simply waiting until he met her for his life to really begin. She was smart, beautiful, sexy, everything a man could want. Jason smiled at the thought of her, his anxiety about his parent’s reaction to her being pushed aside.

Reaching for the phone, Jason dialed a number from memory. “Hello, love,” He said, his voice thick with his emotions as she picked up. “I was wondering if you were ready? Are you nervous about meeting my folks? Me? Yeah, I’m kind of nervous… I just hope they like you as much as I do. I’ll be over in a little bit,” He told her, hanging up the phone and grabbing his keys. “They’ll like her… they’ve got to.” He muttered to himself as he headed out of his apartment.

 

[Leetah]

Spring could hardly believe she was finally going to meet Jason's parents. She had wondered quite a lot about them, since Jason didn't seem to be too forthcoming on information. She knew that they were very particular about the girls he had dated always, and she hoped they would like her. She had always gotten along well with her friend's parents growing up, as well as her previous boyfriend's parents. She was polite, well-groomed and well-mannered, as well as begin bright and funny, and this had not only made her popular with her friends, but the adults in her life as well. She had only made one major mistake in her entire twenty-four years on the planet; she'd been far too trusting and naive where the man she'd dated before was concerned. That was how she'd come to be driving the get-away car for him, after he had robbed and killed a cashier at a conveinience store. Spring had been sitting in the car waiting for him, when he'd come sauntering out, and asked her to please drive him home. She hadn't paid any attention to the fact that he'd been a bit scuffed up. She was so crazy about Robert that when she was with him, she didn't see much else but him, so when the police came knocking on her door, accusing her of being an accessory to his crime, she'd been flabbergasted. They had taken her to jail, but as she had no prior history of trouble, she was released to her parents. Robert had sat on the witness stand and lied, saying she knew about the robbery, and had promised to stand by him, no matter what. She'd been nineteen at the time, and although she was proven innocent at the trial, it had cast a shadow over her future, for everyone knew that she would do just about anything for him, so it made people wonder just what the truth might be. She had gone into seclusion for about six months, then decided she had to get on with her life, and put the past behind her. She had moved away from her home and family, to Overton, where she had been living for the past three years.

Spring had learned to not mention her past to most people, as they had a tendency to look down on her, regardless of the outcome of the trial. She had lost a few jobs and friends, once they had found out about it. She had not even told Jason, although she knew he loved her deeply. With the little he had told her about his parents, she had a feeling they would frown heartily upon his dating, much less marrying, a girl that had been on trial for murder, regardless of what the truth might be. Her employer was not aware of her past either, as he was a very upstanding man, and he would not allow anyone to work for him that did not have the highest moral standards. As Spring was his personal assistant, she knew he would feel anything untoward in her past would reflect badly on him and his company.

She felt so lucky to have met a man like Jason! He was so different to any other guy she'd ever encountered before, and she'd fallen in love with him almost the first night they had met. They had talked and laughed for hours, not even realizing that the party was over, until their host basically kicked them out, then they had gone and had coffee at an all-night diner. Nothing physical had happened between them that night, other than one heart-stopping kiss, but since that time, they had explored a bit, and Spring knew what a considerate and wonderful lover he was going to be. She could scarcely wait to be his wife. Now, as she hung up the phone, waiting for him to pick her up, she took one more look in the mirror, assessing herself.

Her long auburn hair fell softly down her back, and her cheeks were flushed with colour. Her hazel eyes sparkled with love for the man that was on his way to pick her up. Nervously, she smoothed her hands down over the white floral print sheath she wore. She'd made certain to wear something very ladylike and not too tight or short, but it did show off her figure, nonetheless. She was well-proportioned for her height of 5'4", and was proud of her figure, but did not flaunt herself. She checked her makeup and hair again, then went to wait by the window for Jason to arrive. As soon as she saw him pull up, she grabbed her purse and headed out to the car. He greeted her with a smile, opening her door for her, and giving her a sweet kiss before settling her in. "Well, how do I look?" she asked. "Beautiful, as always." "Do you really think they'll like me?" He hesitated briefly before nodding, and she knew it was because he'd said they had never approved of anyone he'd ever dated so far. She reached out and squeezed his hand, and then they rode in silence.

When Jason pulled up into the driveway of the large house, Spring felt her heart begin to pound wildly. What would these two people, who would become so important in her life soon, think of her?

 

[PogueMahone]

Jason

As Jason drove across the town, he couldn’t help wondering how his parents were going to react to Spring. It didn’t really matter if they liked her or not, he was going to marry her but it would definitely make his life easier if they at least approved of the woman he loved.

Spring seemed to realize how nervous he was, reaching over several times through out the ride to give his hand a reassuring squeeze, her warm smile bringing an answering grin to his face. She always seemed able to make him feel better just by being near him.

“Here we are,” Jason announced as he pulled into the driveway of his parent’s house. It was a two story cape set in a very upscale neighborhood, it wasn’t where he’d grown up. After Michael’s company had taken off they’d sold the small little ranch house that held all of Jason’s childhood memories and moved here. It was a nice house but coupled with his parent’s growing distance from him it just didn’t feel like home. “Are you ready for this?” He asked looking over at Spring.

“I… I guess so.” Spring replied with a nervous grin, glancing towards the house as if it contained the Spanish Inquisition.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you.” Jason told her reassuringly, leaning forward to give her a gentle kiss.

“I hope so.” Spring mumbled softly as Jason opened the car door for her, linking arms with her as they walked to the front door.

“Hello?” Jason called out, knocking briefly before opening the door and ushering Spring into his parent’s house. “Mom? Dad? We’re here.”

“Jason,” Michael MacDonald called out as he stepped into the hallway from his office, “good to see you, son.” He announced although his eyes were drawn instantly to Spring, his eyes running over her slender form approvingly as he shook hands with his son. “So this must be Spring,” He said with a smile as he turned toward the young woman enveloping her in a powerful hug, “I’m glad to meet you.”

“Belinda! Jason’s here.” Michael called out, his arm still around Spring’s shoulders as he herded her and Jason towards the living room, “Why don’t we go in and have a drink before dinner?” He suggested with a smile.

Jason was in a state of mild shock, he couldn’t remember his father ever acting like this. He was usually a distant, cold man who expected you to do exactly as he said instantly. Maybe retirement has softened him up, Jason thought as he followed Michael and his fiancé into the living room.

 

[Leetah]

Spring

Spring hardly knew what to think of Jason's dad. He was genial enough, and handsome for an older man, but the way he looked at her, made her feel almost like she was the dessert after a good meal. His hug was very tight, and pulled her close against his powerful body, making her feel a bit uncomfortable. Nevertheless, she managed to smile warmly at him, wanting him to like her and welcome her into the family. They seated themselves on the sofa, Jason slipping his arm around her shoulders, while Michael went over to the bar to fix them their drinks. Spring noticed that Jason seemed a bit taken aback, most likely by his father's behaviour, from what he had told her previously. She had not expected the hug she'd been given, or the pleasure Mr. MacDonald seemed to be experiencing at having them there. She asked for, and received a glass of ice water, while Jason had a glass of wine. Michael fixed himself a scotch and soda, and they waited for Mrs. MacDonald to join them.

"Well, here is my son, and his lovely fiancee," came a cultured voice from the doorway, and the men rose as Belinda MacDonald entered the room, and Spring stood as well. She was a striking woman, and Spring felt immediately plain in her presence. Her jet black hair was upswept, her dark eyes fixed on the young woman beside her son. She was dressed in an emerald green sleeveless sweater, and a black skirt, and her makeup was flawless. She exchanged a glance with Michael, and then turned to the young people. She moved gracefully to her son and hugged him, then took Spring's hand and squeezed it. "How lovely that you two could join us this evening."

"Well...thanks Mom...." Jason seemed just as bewildered by her manner as he had his father's.

"I believe that dinner should be ready now. Let's adjourn to the dining room, and we can talk more there."

Spring felt a shiver of unease at the intent way the MacDonalds kept looking at her. She couldn't help but feel as if they could see all the way to her very soul, and knew everything she'd ever done wrong in her entire life, but she knew that was silly. There was no way they could know about her past. Perhaps they were just very intense individuals. They asked all sorts of questions throughout dinner, about her background and schooling, and appeared pleased with her answers and manners. After dinner, they went back into the living room, and chatted further until 10:00, then Jason announced they had to get going.

As they stood to leave, Michael and Belinda exchanged a final glance, and then she smiled at Spring. She said, "It appears that Jason has made an excellent choice in you, my dear. We will be so happy to have you as a part of our family." There seemed to be an underlying meaning to the words, but the girl couldn't figure out what she might mean, other than what she said. They were hugged goodbye and sent on their way. After they got into the car, Spring turned to Jason. "Well, Darling, how did I do?"

Meanwhile, inside the house, the MacDonalds were exchanging smiles laced with lust. "You should have enough information to find out everything about her now," Belinda said to her husband. Unbeknowst to the young couple, when Belinda had excused herself at one point during dinner, she had gone to Spring's purse and copied all her pertinent information. Now, she handed the paper to Michael. "Once you find something we can use, we'll be enjoying that tasty little delicacy as much as we like." They laughed, and Michael kissed her and went straight to his computer.

 

[PogueMahone]

Michael MacDonald

Michael MacDonald sat in his office, the dim light of his computer monitor the only source of illumination as he typed in Spring’s vital information. Even though he was retired he had kept an account open with his company’s fact finders, a team of complete computer geeks who could find out anything on anybody. They’d been searching for young Ms. Taylor’s background for a day or two but hadn’t come up with anything ‘useable’ for Michael’s purpose, perhaps with the information Belinda had gotten from her purse would speed up the search.

Leaning back in his chair, Michael ran his hands over his clean shaven scalp as he waited for a reply to his query, smiling as he remembered how lovely his son’s fiancé was. The best part was she seemed innocent and naïve, Michael’s favorite kind of woman to use. There was something incredibly satisfying about corrupting a young woman, making her accept him and his lustful demands. It had shocked Michael after all those years on the road, hiding his hobby away from his wife to discover that Belinda had similar tastes. He remembered the first night they had shared one of his conquests, witnessing Belinda’s domination of the young woman had poured a new vitality into their marriage. When Jason had announced he was engaged both parents had been surprised but it was Belinda who had come up with the suggestion of doing a background search on her to see if there were any skeletons in her past.

“Find anything?” Belinda asked anxiously as she entered the darkened office, her hands resting lightly on Michael’s shoulders as she looked at the computer monitor.

“Not yet,” He replied, covering her hand with his as he glanced over his shoulder at her. She’d aged well, hell she was just as hot now as when he’d first met her, Michael thought to himself as he admired the way her pale skin seemed to glow in the ambient light of the office.

“Well, if you’ve got some time to kill,” Belinda hinted with a sly smile as she let her hand slide down over her husband’s firm chest, “I’ve got an interesting method for killing at least half an hour.”

“That’s a hell of an idea, my dear.” Michael replied with an answering grin, lifting her hand to kiss the palm gently before glancing back toward the computer. Standing up, he turned to his wife, his arms going around her slender waist as he pulled her close to him. “Thinking about having your way with that young naïve woman has got you all hot and bothered, hasn’t it, Belinda?” He asked with a knowing laugh as his hands slid down to roughly knead the soft globes of her ass.

“Like you’re any different?” Belinda challenged, her hand sliding down between them to cup the hardness of his cock, “You can’t tell me this is all from me. Hell, you were probably hard from the moment you saw Ms. Taylor, weren’t you, you horny old bastard?”

“Not quite but close,” Michael confessed as his wife turned and led him out of the office, down the hall to their bedroom.

 

[PogueMahone]

Jason

"Well, Darling, how did I do?" Spring asked anxiously as soon as they got into the car.

“You did fine, love.” Jason replied with a reassuring smile as he leaned over and kissed her lightly. “I’m sure they liked you…” He told her wondering about his parent’s strange behavior, it was completely unlike them to act so open, so friendly, so…normal.

“Your dad…” Spring started to say after a few minutes of silence had passed as Jason drove them home.

“Hmm, what about him?” Jason asked, wondering if Spring had actually liked his parents as much as she claimed to. He had always been nervous about introducing anyone to his parents, they had never even approved of his friends in high school, forcing him to abandon them.

“He… he seems nice,” Spring replied, glancing at Jason as she reflexively pulled her skirt down over her knees. She had been about to tell him that her future father in law made her feel like a piece of meat he was sizing up for his next meal but seeing the concern in Jason’s eyes caused her to answer differently. He was nervous enough without her adding to it.

“Huh…” Jason grunted non-committally as he pulled into the driveway of her apartment building. He got out and opened the door for her, his mind still not on being with Spring but on his parent’s unusual behavior. “Good night, love.” He told her softly as he walked her to the door, kissing her before he headed back to his own apartment.

 

[Leetah]

Belinda MacDonald

As she sat and relaxed for a bit, giving Michael time to find out some information on Jason's lovely 'catch', Belinda mused over what would be forthcoming. She envisioned the beautiful innocent young woman spread-eagled on their bed, hands and feet bound to the bedposts, her eyes wide with fear as she watched her new Mistress and Master stand naked over her unwilling body, ready to take their pleasure from her. She could imagine kneeling between the firm thighs, holding the soft nether lips apart, and delving into the moist pussy with her tongue. She would make the girl beg for mercy as she licked her, while Michael slid his hard cock between her kissable lips, teaching her how to suck a real man. They would teach her so many things, whether she wanted to learn or not...as long as Michael was able to uncover some dirt on her. If not, their plans might not come to fruition, but there was always the option of putting her in a comprimising position, and then taking advantage of that. Drugs could work wonders, when mixed with alcohol, and in the right combination. They had done it before, and they could do it again.

Belinda felt moisture beginning to gather between her thighs at these thoughts of another conquest. She smiled, thinking back to how surprised Michael had been, when he had come home early from a business trip, to discover her clad in a black leather corset and thigh-high black boots, sporting a huge strap-on cock and fucking her most recent victim in the ass, while the poor girl screamed into the gag she was wearing. She would never forget the look on her husband's face when he walked into the room, and she calmly looked up at him as she continued what she was doing, and said, "Well, you're home early." He began to grin then, as he watched her finish off the girl, seating himself in a chair, and pulling out his cock as he enjoyed the show. After she had finished with her reluctant lover, she'd sent her home, and then they had talked about their private activities for the past several years. It had been wonderful to share the passion and lust, and had brought a whole new depth to their marriage.

Joining Michael in the office, she was a bit dissapointed to learn he had not found anything yet, but quickly came up with a way to dispel it for the moment. God, he was hard. She was still amazed at how quickly he was aroused and how long he could sustain it as well, for an older man. She felt incredibly lucky to have found a man that had not peaked at 18, like many did. Now, as they began to tear off their clothes, anxious to feel skin on skin, she marvelled at how wonderful he looked. Toned, with piercing eyes, he had aged very well. He still turned her on incredibly, but sharing their lust of conquest made it even sweeter. He pulled her to him as soon as she was naked, and she let him take control for the moment. He tangled his fingers in her dark hair, and growled slightly, his teeth grazing the tender flesh of her throat. His cock rubbed against her pelvic bone, and he slid one hand down to pull her to him, kneading her ass again, making her feel each inch of the solid muscle. "You love that, don't you, my Darling Wife?" He ground against her, causing her to moan. "Oh, yes, you do...." Unable to wait any longer, he dragged her over to the bed and pushed her onto it, on her back, then he was between her thighs, and thrusting hard into her. She was wet and ready, and wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him tight inside her. "Soon we'll be fucking that beautiful sweet pussy on our dear Ms. Taylor until she screams," Belinda purred, knowing this would turn him on even more. He loved to hear her talk about what they would do. "We'll play with her lovely nipples, one of us on each breast, sucking and licking them, making her drip with need, while we fuck on top of her. She and I will share your cock, and you and I can fuck her together. You can even choose which hole you want...." With those words, Michael came hard, and the gush of sperm spurting deep inside, brought Belinda over the edge as well. As they gasped for breath, they held each other tightly, bound in their love and their need for satisfaction of their basest desires.

After they had recovered for a few minutes, Michael rose, pulling on a silk robe. "I'm going to go see what our results are. I'll be back in a minute, Sexy." "I'll be here waiting." Belinda was anxious to see what he had turned up.

 

[Leetah]

Spring

Spring guessed that Jason had been more concerned with what she thought of his parents, than she had even imagined, for he was so distracted when he kissed her goodnight, it wasn't as passionate as his normal kisses. Still, she understood and waved goodbye to him, then locked the door behind her. As she undressed to get into bed, she thought back over the events of the night. She still couldn't help but feel as if Mr. MacDonald had wanted more affection or something from her, although he hadn't said or done anything to really give her a reason to think such a thing. He had just been very friendly and warm, but his eyes had stayed on her almost all night. Even when Jason had been talking, he had kept his eyes fixed on her, scarcely glancing at his son. He had continued to smile at her, almost as if he were saying 'We have a secret, you and I. You just don't know it yet'. Still that was silly, she knew. He was probably just one of those people that was very intense, and she wasn't used to that. When she thought about it, Mrs. MacDonald had studied her fairly closely as well, but she seemed more closed off than Jason's father. She just hoped that they had liked her and approved of her. She loved Jason so much, she didn't want anything to happen to ruin things and a chance of a happy life.

Spring read for a short while, then turned off the light. She fell asleep still musing on the night, and a bit later, she began dreaming. She was in a house somewhere, wearing a white silk robe and nothing else. Moonlight poured into the room and she was looking out a window at the night. Strong hands touched her shoulders and pulled her back against a firm, hard body and she smiled. Jason was there. His hands moved from her shoulders, down to her breasts, and she gasped with pleasure, for it felt wonderful. She knew they shouldn't do this, but it just felt too good to make him stop. She could feel his arousal pressing into her bottom, as he caressed her breasts. Her nipples were hard against his palms, and then she felt his hands slide inside her robe. "Oh no..." she murmured, but again, it felt so good, she didn't really want him to stop. "Oh yes..." came the soft voice, and it didn't sound just right. She felt a moment of fear, then his thumbs moved across her nipples, and she moaned, forgetting all else but his touch. "Now, you'll be mine..." the voice whispered, and she agreed. She heard a deep chuckle, and then she was turned around to face her lover. To her horror, she discovered it was Michael, not Jason, touching her so intimately. "Oh, no, please stop!" she cried, but he shook his head. "You've already agreed to be mine...." His mouth was moving toward hers, and his hands were suddenly rough on her breasts. His voice became a hiss, and his eyes were glowing red. She screamed and he laughed....and then she sat up in bed, gasping and drenched in sweat, her heart pounding wildly and her nipples as hard as diamonds. "What in the world...." she said aloud, trying to still her trembling. She scarcely knew what to think of the dream or her reaction to it. Finally, she settled down enough to go back to sleep, and she had no more dreams, that she could remember anyway.

In the morning, it all seemed so silly, she dismissed it, and got ready for her day.

 

[PogueMahone]

Michael MacDonald

Michael smiled to himself as he walked back down the hall to his office, the silk robe rustling as he thought about Belinda’s insatiable appetites and how closely they mirrored his own. No wonder their marriage had lasted as long as it had, even after the introduction of their new “hobby.” Sitting down in the dark office, he was relieved to see that the search had stopped, his e-mail flashing a message from the fact finders.

“Oh, how perfect,” Michael laughed as he read through the message, opening up the attached police file. Who’d have thought innocent looking Spring Taylor had been arrested as an accessory to murder, Michael asked himself as leaned back with an evil grin. True, she’d been found innocent during the trial but even so, Spring would want to keep this sort of history well hidden. As he continued to read the report Michael found that after several discreet inquiries the investigators had found that she hadn’t even told her current employer about it. “So you do have something to hide, Ms. Taylor.” Mr. MacDonald laughed as he began printing out the report. He’d confront Spring tomorrow after she got home from work with his new found knowledge of her criminal past and see how she reacted. He figured from her reactions tonight that she would capitulate to their demands after only a small resistance, she just seemed like that kind of person.

Michael picked up the pages, slipping them into a manila folder as he looked at the copy of her mug shots. She looked so young and innocent, a look of fear in her large eyes as she held the police placard in front of her chest. That look, that expression of innocence, the naiveté that shone through her face was what excited Michael. The thought of seeing that façade of innocence crumble under his and Belinda’s corrupting influence had whetted his appetite from the minute young Ms. Taylor had set foot in his house. “Tomorrow my dear,” He promised with a nasty smile as slipped the mug shot of his son’s fiancé into the folder before turning back towards the bedroom to give Belinda the good news.

 

[Leetah]

Belinda MacDonald

Belinda was up, pacing, by the time Michael arrived back in the bedroom. She could tell by the look on his face, that he had good news. "Well?" she asked impatiently, eager to see what he had found. Without a word, he handed her the folder, so she could read for herself, unable to keep from grinning the entire time. When she had finished, she raised her head, the shine of lust in her eyes matching his own. "How fabulous...." she purred, throatily. "Come here, you...." He walked into her arms, and she pulled him tight against her naked body, her hands quickly untying the belt to his robe, to give her access to his hard cock. "So you'll pay her a visit tomorrow?" she asked, as she pushed his robe off and led him toward the bed. "Oh, yes, my Love, indeed." Nodding, she proceeded to lean forward over the bed, giving him full access to her ass and pussy. She wiggled her ass at him, and he growled, and pounced on her, his cock sliding quickly into her sopping slit, feeling her muscles contract around him.

For several hours, they were busy with each other, so crazed with passion neither could get enough sex. They fucked in every position they could think of, and cried out their orgasms over and over again, all the while, thinking of the lovely young woman they would soon have at their disposal.

 

[Leetah]

Spring

All the next day, Spring felt a bit 'off' from her nightmare, even though she had dismissed it as pure silliness. Her day did not go well, and it was just frustrating in every way. By the time she was ready to go home, she was also ready to scream aloud, and this was very unusual for her. Between getting hit on by the UPS driver, yelled at by her boss for a mistake that she hadn't even made, and getting a run in her pantyhose, it had been just a terrible day. She was ready to get some dinner, go home and jump into a nice, hot bath, and soak her troubles away. She planned to call Jason after that, and see how his day had been. Thinking of him made her smile again, and by the time she was pulling into her parking lot, she was even humming a little.

Sighing deeply, she made her way into the house, looking through the mail, and hurrying to change and jump into the bath. She had soaked for about an hour and was feeling much more relaxed. Just as she got out of the tub and towelled off, she heard a knock at her door. She pulled on her thick robe, and stepped quickly to the door, wondering who it might be. She knew Jason would simply use his key and come in. Glancing out the peephole, she was surprised to see her future father-in-law standing there.

Spring opened the door and smiled at him, but it was obvious she was puzzled as to why he was there. He returned her smile, his eyes moving over her again, with her robe tied tightly around her. It really didn't show off her figure too much, but he remembered what she had looked like the night before. "Hello, Mr. MacDonald. What a pleasant surprise." "Why, thank you, Spring. I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time?" He indicated her robe with a gesture, but she shook her head. "No, I had just finished my bath. Won't you come in?" "Yes, thank you. I'd like to talk to you about something...oh, and Spring, you don't have to call me 'Mr. MacDonald'. After all, you'll be family soon. Michael will do nicely." "Oh...." Spring was a bit non-plussed, but she said, "Alright...Michael." He grinned at her, and there was something about it that made her uneasy. "That's better. Now, can we have a seat? I've got something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Of course. Right this way." She led him into her living room, and waited until he had seated himself on the sofa then she sat in a chair across from him, and waited to see what he wanted to speak with her about.

 

[PogueMahone]

Michael MacDonald

Michael smiled as Spring led him into her living room, his eyes running over her slender body, imagining what she looked like under that thick terrycloth robe as she motioned for him to sit on the sofa. He watched her carefully, his eyes running over her shapely legs as she demurely crossed them, her chin resting on her hand as she waited for him to announce why he’d come to see her.

“Well, Spring, I just wanted to say how much me and Mrs. MacDonald enjoyed having you over for dinner last night.” Michael told her with a reassuring smile.

“Oh, thank you, Mr… I mean Michael.” Spring answered back with a slight smile, still confused as to his visit but beginning to feel more relaxed. The way he’d been eyeing her she had been scared he’d come to forbid her to marry his son or some other such nonsense. “It was… nice. We’ll have to do it again sometime.” She told him with an empty grin.

“Yes, I think we will.” Mr. MacDonald replied with a slightly malicious gleam in his eye as he reached into the pocket of his coat, drawing out a manilla envelope and slowly opening it. “But before we do, I’d like to hear your explanation of this,” He told her, all warmth leaving his voice as he dumped the copy of her arrest report and mugshot out onto the table. “Spring Taylor, age 19, arrested as an accessory to armed robbery and homicide.” Michael read from the report, looking up at her with a predatory grin, “seems you’ve got quite a secret in your past, my dear. I bet you’ve never told anyone about this have you, Ms. Taylor? Your boss, your friends, your fiancée, I bet none of them know about your checkered past, your trouble with the law. Do they?”

“I… I… it was a mistake… I didn’t… I didn’t…” Spring stammered, her eyes large and filling with tears as she saw the old mug shot, her past that she had tried so hard to avoid, to run from suddenly catch up to her, threatening to ruin the happiness she had finally found. “Please… Mr. MacDonald, please… don’t… don’t tell Jason. I’d… I’ll do anything to keep this a secret… please, Mr… Michael.” She begged, tears running down her face as she leaned forward, her hands reaching out to cover his as she pleaded with him.

“Hmm, I don’t know, Ms. Taylor.” Michael told her coldly, his eyes drawn to where the front of her robe was gaping open as she leaned forward, the smooth skin of her chest and the rounded tops of her breasts unintentionally exposed to him as she begged for his silence. “I think Jason and your boss, Mr. Richards, deserve to know about this don’t you?”

“No… please… I’ll… I’ll do anything you want to keep it a secret.” Spring begged, sliding down off her chair to kneel in front of him, her hands clinging to his as she pleaded. “Just… just don’t tell Jason. I’ll do anything…”

“Anything, my dear?” Michael asked, leaning forward until his face was only inches from hers, his hand reaching out to cup her chin and lift her face to look deep into her eyes. “You’ll do anything?” He asked pointedly, putting every ounce of innuendo he could behind the word to make his point.

 

[Leetah]

Spring

Spring felt as if she were in a nightmare again, as Michael showed her the information he had collected about her. She had hoped that her past was truly behind her, even though it wasn't her fault, but now it was coming back to haunt her again. All she could think of was losing Jason, and her job. The job could be replaced, but not her fiance. She loved him too much. He was worth begging for, and she didn't much care how it looked to her future father-in-law as she slipped to her knees before him, tears slipping down her cheeks, pleading with him. She clasped his hands tightly in her own, her heart in her eyes. She made such a sweet, appealing sight, Michael felt his cock grow harder at her submissiveness.

"Anything, my dear?” Michael asked, leaning forward until his face was only inches from hers, his hand reaching out to cup her chin and lift her face to look deep into her eyes. “You’ll do anything?” He asked pointedly, putting every ounce of innuendo he could behind the word to make his point. Spring frowned slightly, not quite understanding his meaning. He took his other hand and slid it just inside the neck of her robe, resting atop the bare swell of her breasts. It suddenly hit her just what he was after, and she stared at him in horror. He laughed. "Ah, now you understand. Will you still do anything to keep Jason and Mr. Richards from finding out?" He was leering at her, and she felt her heart pounding wildly. She felt ill, and her nightmare came back to her with frightening clarity, as well as her reaction to it. "Oh, God...." she said brokenly "Please...please don't ask this of me. I can't betray Jason that way." Michael sneered at her, leaving his hands where they were, one forcing her to look at him, and the other feeling the smooth warmth of her skin.

"What way could you betray him, Spring? Would you commit murder again, or help someone get away with it?"

"No! I didn't do that in the first place, not intentionally. I was young....in love...foolish."

"But now you're in love again, and not so foolish....so you should know that I will reveal your secrets if you don't cooperate with me....and my every wish."

She felt his hand slide lower, caressing her breasts softly, taking his time and looking into her wide eyes all the while. He licked his lips seductively as his hand moved over her flesh, and she was humiliated to feel her nipples harden as he brushed over them. He chuckled and began running his thumb over her left nipple, slowly and teasingly. She tried to squirm away suddenly, but his grip on her chin tightened painfully, then he pinched her nipple. She yelped at the sudden rush of pain, and he laughed at her again. "Sensitive nipples...I do love that...." he murmured, caressing again. Spring was horrified to feel moisture between her thighs as he kept touching her. God help her, it felt good. Her lips were parted slightly, and a flush had coloured her cheek. Michael saw the signs of her arousal, and smiled inwardly. They were going to have her, make no mistake about that, but it would be best if she at least agreed to it, no matter how grudingly.

Spring felt him release her chin, but his eyes sitll held her, and she didn't feel as if she could move. She was trapped, as if he were a snake, and she a bird, hypnotized before being devoured by the predator. She felt her robe part and slide off her shoulders, baring her top half to his view. Both her breasts were now being molested, touched and caressed, his thumbs raking over her nipples in a way that forced a moan from her. She saw his face moving toward her own, and then his mouth was covering hers in a breath-stealing kiss. His tongue forced its way between her lips, and his hands became rougher. She pressed her hands against his chest, now able to move, trying to push him away, but he grabbed her right hand, and forced it to feel how hard he was. Finally, just as she felt she could no longer stay conscious from lack of oxygen, he released her, and pushed her back slightly. She was trembling from head to toe, and suddenly realized her hand was still on his crotch, so she snatched it back, and hugged herself, watching him warily.

Michael sat back and studied her momentarily, then nodded. "I'll tell you what, my Dear," he said, "I'll give you until tomorrow night to think things over. I'll be back at the same time tomorrow, and you can give me your answer. Will you keep Jason and your job, and fuck me, or will you turn me down, and lose everything?" He didn't tell her that if that were her decision, she'd be accompanying him home anyway, only in an unconscious state. "If you decide on the former, we'll go over the rules tomorrow. If not, well, I hope you have a nice life....alone." He rose and picked up the folder, leaving without a backwards glance. As soon as she heard the door close, Spring jumped to her feet and flew to it, locking it behind him. She couldn't stop shaking. Despite her shower, she now felt unclean, and she raced back to take another one. Finally, after a very long while under the hot water, she felt fairly clean again. Now, she had to think of what to do. She could tell Jason everything, but he would probably be angry at her for not trusting him enough to tell him before, and he might not believe that his father propositioned her. It would be her word against his, and he had known his parents and loved them longer.

The same would be true of her boss. With his high moral standards, and what he required of his employees, it was a sure bet he'd fire her for not owning up in the first place. She really liked her job, and didn't want to lose it, and Jason meant more to her than anything. How could she have sex with someone else though? Cheating on her fiance, with his own father....the very thought was horrific. What would Jason's mother do if she found out? She certainly wouldn't want the girl in her family that had been in bed with her own husband, while engaged to her son, no less. Sobs overtook Spring, and she lay face down on her bed, weeping her heart out. She was still crying when the phone rang.

 

[PogueMahone]

Jason

Jason had just arrived home after having a great day at his job, everything seemed to have been going his way today. Smiling to himself he stripped down for a quick shower before calling Spring, maybe she’d like to have dinner tonight or maybe she’d prefer just skipping straight to dessert. Jason had to laugh at that thought, although he loved Spring madly he was always shocked at how sexually inexperienced she was, how almost prudish she was when it came to her body. So far they’d only been intimate with each other a handful of times, not that Jason minded but he did sometimes wish that Spring had allowed him to move in with her after he’d proposed.


He picked up the phone, dialing the number from memory as he began to towel off. He heard it ringing on the other end, four times it rang before the answering machine picked up. “Hi love, it’s me.” Jason said, glancing at the clock worriedly, Spring should have been home hours ago. “I was just calling to see if you wanted dinner or if you were busy. Give me a call when you get in. Love you, bye.” He said tossing the cordless phone onto the sofa as he headed into his bedroom to get dressed.

Spring looked at the flashing red light on her machine, her eyes red rimmed from crying as she tried to regain her breath. She’d almost picked up when she’d heard Jason’s voice, her hand had rested on the receiver for two long rings before she let the machine pick up. She wasn’t sure she could face him right now, not so soon after her confrontation with his father. She needed time, time to think about what Michael had said and how she was going to ever face him again. Wiping her eyes, Spring rolled over and tried to think, her emotions threatening more then once to overwhelm her until she fell into a fitful sleep.

Jason spent a restless evening waiting for Spring’s call, wondering where she was and why she hadn’t called him back. It wasn’t like her, they talked almost every night, sometimes later then either of them realized before finally saying goodnight. Had something happened to her or maybe he’d done something unintentionally to anger her? He was filled with doubts and worries as he tried vainly to read, his mind not focusing on the page in front of him but instead on his missing fiancée. Finally after one more unanswered phone call to Spring’s house, Jason gave up and headed for bed.

 

[Leetah]

Spring

Spring had spent a horrible night, with no sleep. She had listened to Jason's message over and over, trying to derive comfort from his voice, but none was forthcoming, as all she could think about was what Michael wanted her to do. She was physically ill and had to call in sick to work that day. As she never had called in before, there was no problem, and she headed back to her bedroom after making the call, burying herself beneath the covers and staring at the ceiling. Jason called again that day, but she refused to pick up the phone. She knew he would be able to tell something was wrong, and she simply didn't know what to say at the moment. Her thoughts were in turmoil, as to what she was going to tell Michael when he came over to see what her answer would be that night. The day dragged on and on, and she still couldn't make up her mind.

The phone rang again, and she waited to see who the caller was. The machine picked up and Jason's worried voice filled her room. "Love, if you're there, please pick up. They said you didn't come in to work today. I'm coming over if I don't hear from you." In a panic, Spring grabbed the phone. She couldn't have Jason coming over at the same time as his father. She knew Michael would expect her to stall his son, so she spoke hoarsely into the receiver. "Hello?"

"Oh, Sweetheart, there you are. Are you alright?"

"No...I....I'm sick." It was true enough. Spring had never felt more ill in her entire life.

"Do you need anything? What can I bring you?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. I just need to sleep. I feel awful and I don't want you to get whatever this is." She felt worse every minute, lying to him, especially with him being so concerned about her.

"Alright, Love. I'll let you rest. I'm just glad to talk to you finally. I was really worried when I didn't get you last night."

"I'm sorry, Darling. I was starting to get sick then, and I just couldn't talk."

"It's ok. You take care and I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you."

"Love you too." She knew she'd start crying any minute, so she hung up the phone and let the tears pour. What was she going to do? How could this happen to her? She couldn't bear the thought of losing everything, but how could she resign herself to Michael's advances? How could she stand to be around him, or his wife, if she gave in? Time was growing short, and she had to make a decision.

Michael was prompt, and she heard his knock on her door at the expected time. Still wearing her warmest robe and flannel nightshirt, she opened the door, ushering him in, with no expression on her face. He grinned at her, then raised an eyebrow. "Well, don't you look like something the cat dragged in?" He sneered at her. "If you decide to fuck me, you're going to have to look better than this when I'm around." She did not speak, but simply walked into the living room, with him following her. She waited for him to sit, then took the chair again.

"So, Pretty Girl, what have you decided? Do you do what I want, and keep your life and happiness, or throw it all away because of your morals?"

Spring looked into his handsome but cold face, as he studied her, waiting. Taking a deep breath, her hands clenched in her lap, she said softly "If I do this, Jason never finds out, correct? Nor does anyone else?"

"Well, the rules will be mine, but I will agree to that. If you do what I tell you, then no one will ever find out."

She nodded, then said even more softly, "What are your....rules... then?"

 

[Leetah]

bump

bumping for my partner



Leetah

 

[PogueMahone]

Michael MacDonald

"If I do this, Jason never finds out, correct? Nor does anyone else?"
Michael smiled as Spring tried to bargain with him, knowing that once she was in his power, once she had been used by both him and Belinda, that all her little stipulations would be useless.

“Well, the rules with be mine, but I will agree to that.” He smiled at his future daughter-in-law, knowing now that she would soon be his play thing. “If you do what I tell you, then no one will ever find out.” He assured her, seeing the struggle still going on in her mind, her emotions clearly written on her face as she nodded silently.

“What are your… rules… then?” She asked him after a few seconds of silence, her voice little more then a whisper as she avoided looking at him.

“Well, my dear, the first rule is simple,” Michael assured her, standing up and crossing to where she sat, his large hand cupping her chin and lifting it until he was looking down into her large troubled eyes. “And it’s the most important rule. You will do as I tell you, when I tell you. If you disobey me, your life, your secret past becomes public knowledge as well as a somewhat altered version of our agreement. I’m sure your boss wouldn’t appreciate a phone call telling him that you seduced me to keep your secret, would he, Spring?” Mr. MacDonald smiled down at her, his fingers tightening on her chin as she tried to turn her head from his condescending gaze.
“Please, Mr… Please, Michael,” Spring pleaded softly, her eyes filling with tears as she tried to avoid the scornful look in his cold grey eyes. “I… I…”

“You will do as I say, Ms. Taylor.” He hissed at her with a cruel grin, jerking her head up in his hand. “Do you understand?”

“I… yes…” Spring conceded softly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realized she couldn’t escape this man, that she was trapped and would soon be forced to obey him.

“Good, very good, my dear,” He assured her, his painful grip on her chin loosening as he smiled almost warmly at her. “Now, there are a few more rules but they all relate back to rule number one. I’ll tell you about them after you get yourself cleaned up,” He told her, casting a scornful glance at her mussed up hair and thick robe. “You could do with a shower and a change of wardrobe, Ms. Taylor. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I…” Spring started to object but found herself nodding silently under his gaze, her cheeks burning with shame as she stood and moved towards the bathroom to follow his orders.

“Don’t take too long,” Michael instructed her, smiling as she disappeared into the bathroom, the shower coming on a few seconds later. Picking up the phone he quickly dialed his home number, waiting until Belinda answered. “She’s ours,” He told her simply, listening to the eager exuberant laughter from his wife, “I’ll bring her over later. We’re still going over the rules.”

Hanging up the phone, Michael stood and walked into Spring’s bedroom, methodically going through her dressers and closet taking a mental inventory of her lingerie and clothes. Selecting a few choice items, Michael laid them out on the bed, arranging them neatly as he heard the water shut off in the shower. He was leaning against the dresser, his arms folded as Spring walked into the room, a towel wrapped around her slender body. “Wha… What are you doing in here, Michael?” She asked, her eyes going to the bed where her clothes were laid out.

“Just picking out an outfit for you, my dear,” He replied, his voice soft and surprisingly cold as he straightened up, walking slowly over to stand behind her, his hands resting on the smooth, slightly damp skin of her shoulders. “I want you to look especially nice tonight, Spring. It’s a very special evening I’ve got planned,” He told her, his hands gently massaging her shoulders, his large fingers sliding down her arms as she stood there before him. “Now, get dressed.” He instructed her, his voice a soft whisper in her ear as he pushed her forward slightly towards the bed.

“I… I can’t… not with you watch… not with you in here,” Spring protested, her pale skin flushing in embarrassment as her hands clung protectively to the edge of her towel.

“Yes, you can. You’ll get used to doing a lot of things while I’m watching, Spring. This is only the first and the least significant.” Michael told her, smiling at the way the blush made her even prettier. She’s going to be fun, He thought to himself as he watched her slowly dress.

 

[Leetah]

Spring

Spring could scarcely believe that Michael was boldly standing in her bedroom when she exited the shower, or that he had picked out clothing for her, even though she realized she shouldn't be suprised at this point by anything. She went to dress, as his eyes followed the sway of her hips. She looked down at the clothing, to see what he had chosen for her. He had pulled out her sexiest lingerie, a red lace bra and matching panties, to go under the low-cut red silk blouse and short black miniskirt. These were clothes she had worn one time to a club and she had felt so out of place in them, she'd thrust them into the back of her closet. He had pulled out a pair of red stilettos as well. Keeping her back to him, she slipped the underwear on. He spoke to her coldly. "Spring, you are never to turn your back to me, unless I tell you to do so. Face me at once. Let me see your body." Shaking, she turned, her cheeks burning. "Better. Oh, you do look as delicious as I expected. Come here." She paused a moment, and he said again "Come here. You will obey any command I give you at once, without question, no matter what it may be." Defeated, she walked over to him, her eyes downcast.

Michael smiled and nodded. He reached out and rubbed the palms of his hands over her breasts, in a circular motion, feeling her nipples harden beneath his touch. She moaned slightly, a combination of humiliation and pleasure. "Reach down and touch my cock." She put her hands behind her back, still trying to defy him, and he grabbed her right nipple and pinched. She cried out in pain, and tears came to her eyes. "Do as I said, girl." Trembling with shock and discomfort, she made her fingers follow his cock through his pants, feeling the hardness there. "See what I have for you? I can hardly wait to give it to you. Now get dressed." He pushed her away again, and she stumbled slightly, then walked back over to the bed. How he loved to play with them this way first!

Spring was dazed, as she finished dressing and slipped her shoes on. "Get your purse and keys, and come with me. We're going for a little ride." When they reached the car, he tied a black silk scarf over her eyes so she couldn't see anything, and then they headed away. Michael took a roundabout way to his home, so that his prisoner could not guess where they were. Far too soon the car ceased moving and he came around and pulled her from the vehicle, leading her into the unknown.