Mr. Rodgers Held Hostage...

[sfaigon]

Sarah Rodgers

Sarah mutely watched as he leaned forward and tried to make his bulging erection inconspicuous by covering it with his hands. This only served to draw her attention to his crotch more.

The housewife turned her head away, blushing in embarrassment. The rosy hue showed prominently on her fair skin. realizing that she was blushing, she got more embarrassed and thus blushed a deeper shade of pink.

"Dammit..." She cursed underneath her breath,, wiping her tears on the sleeve of her sundress.

"I guess..." Sarah started before falling silent for a short period of time. "That you should..."

She once again felled into silence, waiting for him to leave the room before she slumped forward, her head in her hands. Her fingers weaved through her long, blond hair and massaged gently against her scalp.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cassie

"Cassie, we can't wait until later. Time is running out for Brianna and Evan...I think you know that."

She lifted her eyes to meet his. She recalled all too vividly the crazy extremes that Billy and Darla were going to. She flinched visibly, but remained silent and looked away.

"Soon there are going to be FBI agents here, Cassie....they'll be a
lot more harsh in their questioning than me. They won't care about what happened...what you might have been forced into.”

Cassie remained silent. She had not been forced into anything.
She had chosen to go along and she had chosen when she wanted out.
She would face the consequences of that ... already had ...

”Kidnapping is a Federal offense...you'll end up going to prison.”

His words caught her attention. ... prison...
She had done nothing. When everything came out, they would see ...

” Are Billy and Darla both worth spending the next twenty years of your life in prison?"

Cassie paled.
There was surely no way that they could give her any kind of sentence, let alone one for twenty years. And if there was the remotest chance that her penalty would be for that long, she couldn’t begin to guess how long Darla and Billy would go down for with their existing criminal records.

"I might be able to help you,"

He was all charm once more. Cassie eyed him warily.

"I can talk to my superiors...tell them you were coerced and forced into all this.
Your record would support that, and some sort of plea bargain could be arranged...if you cooperate."

Still she remained silent. So that was the deal.
Her freedom for the capture of her friends.

"I really need your help, Cassie...please...help me.
I swear, I'll do my best to help you too."

She watched him plead. She had felt sorry for him, guilty even, but though his threats scared her as he intended, they now made her less rather than more likely to talk to him.

”I don’t believe you ...”

She murmured in her monotone.

” ... you want to help yourself, want to use me ... “

She gave a mirthless laugh.

”It doesn’t matter who it is ... FBI, police ...
Even those who are supposed to care, to love you ...
At the end of the day no one gives a damn.”

She bit her lip then holding back tears as she thought of her family, of Darla and of Billy.
At least this Officer was trying to do his best for Evan and Brianna she realised fleetingly, even if it was at her expense.

” ... so ... set your FBI on me ... send me to jail ... “

She spoke dismissively though her voice tremored.

”Why the hell should I care what happens to me now anyway ...?”

She found herself asking ...

 

[Wyld52771]

FBI Agents Wilkins and Kamdorfski, at the hospital...

Oliver Wilkins drove up to the hospital, pulling quickly into the parking lot. It wasn't long before that he had been cuddled up against Jennifer, her head laying on his chest after their lovemaking...she had fallen asleep and never acknowledged his admission of love to her. Oliver could live with that...eventually this all would need to be addressed, but it didn't have to be now.

His phone had rang, and Oliver had reached over to grab his phone off the nightstand quickly, before Jennifer woke up.

"Wilkins here."

"Hey, buddy," Abe Kamdorfski's voice had replied, sounding excited, "You better get your ass over to the hospital, pronto. Just got a report of a young woman being admitted to the hospital in Clarksdale. By description, it sounded like the Blaketon girl. She's out of it...guess she just miscarried, and they medicated her, but I figured that you'd wanna be there when she wakes up."

"Damn right I do, Abe," he said, gently pulling his arm from beneath Jennifer, and sitting up, "she's gonna have some explaining to do. Did you get a hold of Billings?"

"Nah," Kamdorfski replied, "He's still over at the Rodgers' place right now, monitoring the phone lines and trying to keep the Rodgers woman from going crazy, last I head. Figured there was no need to call over there til we knew more."

"Alright, I'll be there in a half hour," Oliver said, "Get over there as quick as you can, and make sure you guard that room...have one of the local badges drive you there. I'll meet you over there."

He quickly gotten dressed and let Jennifer know where he was going, and then left for the hospital.

When he got there he was surprised to find Kamdorfski red-faced with anger, stnading toe-to-toe in an argument with a doctor.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen," Doctor Malcolm said, "I cannot allow more than one visitor at a time in my patient's room, and there is already a deputy sheriff inside. She is in a fragile state at the moment...."

Oliver reached into his jacket, pulling his badge, "Sorry, Doc....FBI...we outrank state law enforcement...so unless you want to be arrested for obstruction of justice, I suggest that you get the hell out of my way now."

The doctor stood his ground for another moment or two, his gaze meeting Oliver's challengingly...he wasn't a pushover...but when Oliver's gaze didn't falter, the doctor finally relented.

"Very well," Doctor Malcolm said, angrily, throwing his hands in the air, "Go ahead....but keep in mind, her frail mental state at the moment. She just lost a baby, and has been under sedation. She is not going to be in a lucid state. She had a very traumatic experience...do not upset her."

The doctor stepped aside and the two agents entered Cassie Blaketon's room, to find one of the deputies standing hunched over the bed, whispering to the young woman in the bed. The young man looked around, startled when realized the door had opened, and his shoulders hunched defeatedly.

Oliver looked questioningly at Kamdorfski, and the older agent said quietly, "Deputy James Carson...he's related to the Rodgers family. Sarah Rodgers is his sister..."

Oliver nodded, and said in a firm tone, one that brooked no argument, "That will be all, Deputy Carson...we'll take it from here."

Carson looked at them angrily, but held his tongue, and looked down to the young woman in the bed and said, "Think about what I said...that's all I ask..."

Carson start to walk past, and Oliver reached out, grabbing his arm. "Don't go anywhere, Deputy...you and I are going to have words when I'm through here..."

Carson matched Oliver's glare, unintimidated, and said softly, "Take your goddamn hand off my arm..."

Oliver held on for a few moments more, and Carson yanked his arm away, pushing past Kamdorfski and threw open the door, leaving Cassie alone with the two agents.

Oliver walked over to the bed, while Kamdorfski stood imposingly by the door.

"Hello Cassie..."

The young woman closed her eyes, turning her head away from him, but he continued, "I'm Senior Special Agent Oliver Wilkins...I'm with the FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions..."

 

[Wyld52771]

Evan Rodgers, in the car with Billy, Darla, and Brianna...

Evan, now securely gagged again and laying down on the backseat, realized he couldn't keep this up anymore.

He'd always been a fighter...there was just something in his nature that made it hard for him to back down from a fight...but he wasn't stupid. The constant struggle...trying to fight, trying to get away...all it was doing was getting him beaten, and not accomplishing anything. Frankly, he knew his body couldn't take too much more punishment.

His one hope, back at the cabin when he'd freed himself, had been squandered, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth...he'd let his anger and outrage get the better of him.

Now, he would have to bide his time. He would pretend to be meek...pretend that his spirit was broken. The way things were now, with him constantly fighting, he'd never get another chance...they'd be watching him too closely. A change in strategy was needed...

He lay back on the seat, closing his eyes, conserving his energy for what was to come...

*****

Billy cursed under his breath...his head hurt like hell where that old bastard in the back seat had head-butted him. His back, shoulders and head had already hurt from the beating Evan had given him with the mop handle last night...if he hadn't already had plans for him, he might have just dumped the old guy to the curb and just kept Brianna. The old guy was a problem, but the daughter was hot as hell, and had a nice tight pussy and sexy ass, and Billy planned on fully sampling them again over the next few days.

Glancing back at Darla, he said, "We'll be there in about ten minutes...we'll get unloaded and then I'll head out and get us some supplies. We're probably gonna have to hole up for at least a few days."

He met Darla's eyes through the rear view mirror and said seriously, "If either of these two gives ya any problem, you have my permission to put a hurt on em. Otherwise, just keep a watch on em...I shouldn't be gone long."

Turning his head and first looking at Evan, he said, and then returning his gaze back to Darla, he menacingly said, "I don't want any more repeats of what happened last night, babe...I mean it."

He left unspoken what he was referring to, but it was obvious...Darla's sex play with Evan last night.

He turned down an old narrow gravel road, the overgrowth brushing both sides of the car as they headed back deep into a secluded area of the forest. Ignoring the "Trespassers will be shot!" signs that popped up every mile or two, they finally came to a driveway, leading up to an area cleared of trees, where an old, beat up log cabin sat...

"Ok, we're here..." Billy stated, pulling to a stop, "Home sweet home, for the next week or so..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Darla jumped out of the car, and dragged Brianna with her into the cabin, where she secured her to the foot of the bed. Then she started out for Evan, but Billy was already coming through the door, carrying Evan like a sack of potatoes, over his shoulder.

He stopped and roughly threw Evan to the ground, not bothering to get closer to the ground before he dumped him. Evan groaned at the impact, but remained strangly quiet. Darla tied him to the opposite side of the bed, and went outside the door with Billy.

She kissed Billy, deeply and thoroughly, and squeezed his ass, pulling him against her. "I can feel how hard you are Billy! All for me!" Darla was more that a little worried and put out by Billy's obvious interest in Brianna!

"Go on Babe! Get us some supplies! And bring me some chocolate! I'll keep things under control here! You know you can always depend on me!"

 

[sfaigon]

Brianna Rodgers

Brianna kept her gaze, rather pointedly, averted away from the man holding her. Her eyes closed softly in exhaustion, both mental and physical as the drive continued. It seemed to all the world that she was bored and falling asleep.

It was only when the car stopped that she stirred once again. Her eyes opened at the same time as the door, immediately seeing Darla's cruel grin. The criminal grabbed her around her shoulders and waist, dragging her out of the car before half-dragging, half- leading her into the cabin.

The young teenager looked around in a slight panic at the different location. When she saw that they were heading towards the bedroom, she dug her heels into the hard wooden floor.

No! No! Brianna screamed mentally as she was roughly thrown onto the hard, unyielding floor. She looked up breathlessly at the other woman as she came back with ropes.

Damn you... She had time to think before Darla lashed her to the foot of the bed. Her hands and feet were tightly bound and secured the the foot of the bed., leaving her in a half-hogtie.

Brianna struggled against the ropes but knew, before she even started, that they would be impossible to break. She was still writhing against the bindings when Billy brought Evan in and dropped him, none-too-gently, onto the floor.

Darla secured him on the opposite side of the bed and walked out of the door. Taking the few minutes afforded them, Brianna struggled to ignore their predicament by closing her eyes tightly against the world, blocking out the feel of the rough ropes binding her to the bed. It was ten minutes later that she came back to earth and listened to the slightly labored breathing of her father.

"Dad?" She tried, her voice still hoarse from all the screaming.

"Daddy?" The young brunette tired again when her father didn't answer immediately.

"Are you okay?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Darla

Darla was hungry. None of them had eaten since the night before, and until the moment she entered the kitchen, she hadn't realised just how hungry she actually was.

There was a reasonale quantity of tinned foods, still in date, and some dried stuff too, and she finally settled on tomato soup. It wouldn't be great, but it would be hot, and that said a lot.

she god out a pan from the cupboard, and filled it with what she judged to be the correct quantity of water, then added the Tomato soup powder. She heated it until it had thickened somewhat, and then she poured a bowl for herself, which she ate in full. It actually wasn't bad. She often associated tomato soup with home, and with her early childhood - happier time, but she best not dwell on that now. However, her devout Christian upbringing, was brought back to mind, and in a moment of softness, she decided to bring some soup to Evan and Brianna too.

She poured two mugs, 4/5ths full, and carried them into the bedroom, where Evan and Brianna were sitting quietly. Calling out merrily "Okay who wants food?" she set the cups down on a chest of drawers. Both Evan and Brianna eyed her warily, no doubt expecting a dastardly trick, but it did no harm to keep them on their toes.

She untied Evan's left hand, and Brianna's left and handed them each the soup. "Eat up now, and no funny business, or that'll be the last you eat for a long time!" With that, Darla sat herself on the bed, with each of her prisoners on the floor, on either side of the bed, and for some reason she began to sing hymns - launching into "I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, Glory Hallelujah, I'm on my way ..........." Stunned silence greeted her. "What, you think I don;t know hymns? My Daddy's a preacher, I had hymns beaten into me from an early age!! Why, you though the devil spawned me ?" and she fell back on the bed in gales of laughter

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

” ... so ... set your FBI on me ... send me to jail ...
Why the hell should I care what happens to me now anyway ...?”

The Officer paused at the question and seemed to consider her words.

" ... look Cassie ... "

He began, his tone more sympathetic than threatening.

" ... he had her attention, but whatever he was about to say was interrupted by the entry of two men and judging by the officer's reaction, their arrival was as unwelcome to him as to her."

"That will be all, Deputy Carson...we'll take it from here."

She sensed the hostility between them men in her room.
The new arrivals dismissive and aggressive.

"Think about what I said...that's all I ask..."

The man she now realised was called Deputy Carson urged her as he stood.
Cassie nodded mutely watching as he made to walk past the other two men.
She flinched as one made a grab for his arm.

"Don't go anywhere, Deputy...you and I are going to have words when I'm through here..."

And did not understand why, the two were at loggerheads if they were both on the same side?

"Take your goddamn hand off my arm..."

The Deputy did not seem phased by the two and throwing off the hold on his arm left the room and left her to the two new visitors.

Cassie glanced nervously as one stood at the door, the other moving towards her until he was stood at her bedside.

"Hello Cassie..."

Speaking with the Deputy had been bad enough, but she had no energy to get into discussion with these two. Closing her eye she looked away, refusing to even make eye contact with the man who introduced himself.

"I'm Senior Special Agent Oliver Wilkins...I'm with the FBI.
We'd like to ask you a few questions..."

She refused to react, although inside her fear gripped her.
Deputy ... Carson ... had spoken of the FBI and she had retorted that she cared very little about what they might ask, or how ...
Despite that bravado, she definitely did not want to be alone in a room with these two.

" ... later perhaps ... |"

She ventured timidly.

" My doctor ... "

She flinched as he dismissed her objection on medical grounds.
Forced to turn her had and face him, Cassie remained impassive as the questions began ...

 

[Wyld52771]

Evan Rodgers, in the cabin with Darla and Brianna...

Evan eyed Darla warily, picking up the mug of soup, and then slowly drinking it down. He'd need his strength, and without food, he'd quickly be to weak to escape.

Part of him wanted to throw the hot soup in her face, but he reminded himself they was no way he'd get both himself and Brianna free, before she'd recover and, at the very least, hurt them again, if not shoot them. Granted, Billy wouldn't be here to back her up, if he was getting supplies, but even with one hand free, they were tied too tightly for quick escape.

Suddenly, Darla began to sing, surprisingly a religious hymn, and Evan couldn't help but be somewhat stunned.

Looking over at him, Darla smirked.

"What, you think I don't know hymns? My Daddy's a preacher, I had hymns beaten into me from an early age!! Why, you though the devil spawned me ?"

"Wouldn't be surprised if he had, you bitch," Evan thought to himself, holding his tongue, as Darla fell back on the bed, laughing wildly. He looked over at Brianna, who was still holding her soup, looking somewhat dazed and traumatized.

"Drink it," Evan whispered to her, "you need to keep your strength up, if we want to get out of this, Bree."

He then looked over at Darla, setting the cup down and said, "If your boyfriend is smart, he'll keep right on driving...leave you here holding the bag all by yourself, when the cops catch up with us."

Darla stopped laughing abruptly, cut off by his statement as if by a knife.

"Look....just let us go. If I tell them you tied us up and kicked us out in a ditch somewhere a couple miles from where you took us, no one would be the wiser. If they ever did catch you, the worst they can charge you with is car theft and assault."

He purposefully left out the armed robbery, hoping to lull her into a false sense of security, knowing full well that armed robbery would more that likely be a prison stay.

"If nothing else, let my daughter go....just tell Billy she escaped. We're out in the middle of nowhere...it'd take her forever to get back to civilization, and by then, you'd be long gone...you don't need both of us to get what you want. If you let her go, I'll do whatever you ask, no more struggle, no more escape attempts..."

He looked at Brianna meaningfully, giving Darla a knowing look...he'd seen the spiteful glances and extra punishment Darla had given to his daughter, and had a pretty good idea why...and added, "You don't want her here anyway..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Darla

Darla was totally taken aback by Evan's gall!! "You stupid fuck! Me and Billy's together for years!! You think he'd fuck off and leave me! No way! No way would he even think that! Me and Billy's been through some serious shit together, and cos of that, were thick as theives" The humour and irony in the last part of her statement, caught her, and she collapsed in gales of laughter once again!!

Evan continued "Look....just let us go. If I tell them you tied us up and kicked us out in a ditch somewhere a couple miles from where you took us, no one would be the wiser. If they ever did catch you, the worst they can charge you with is car theft and assault." Darla stared at him in disbelief. "Do I look fuckin' stupid to you? I saw the way you looked at me, I know what you'd do to me given half a chance!! You'd fry my ass, and sell pop-corn at the show!!"

"If nothing else, let my daughter go....just tell Billy she escaped. We're out in the middle of nowhere...it'd take her forever to get back to civilization, and by then, you'd be long gone...you don't need both of us to get what you want. If you let her go, I'll do whatever you ask, no more struggle, no more escape attempts...", "You don't want her here anyway..."

Darla could not care less about Brianna. Showing mercy to her was not on her agenda, but Evan was correct in one thing. Darla did not want her here. She had seen the way Billy eyed her. Hadn't he lifted the bitch into bed with him, all cuddled up, after the rape, and then the following morning, Darla had to share Billy with her again. If definitely would suit her to get rid of Brianna, but she wasn't about to let her go, to run to the cops, to send them all to jail.

"Honey, I'm not about to go against Bill on anything! You hear me! Why the fuck would I let her go? huh, you tell me that? So she can run to safety and squeel on us ? So she can line up a nice holiday for me, courtesy of the governement, in the state pen? Thanks, but no thanks!! Now, shut the fuck up, or I'll gag you!" She hopped off the bed, and took the empty cups from both of them! She came back and asked both Evan and Brianna, if either needed a bathroom break

 

[Wyld52771]

"I do," Evan said.

His bladder felt like it was going to explode...he hadn't been allowed to urinate in almost twenty-four hours, and had been uncomfortable for hours, but he had held it, not wanting to give his captors the satisfaction of having him piss his pants.

He waited for Darla to loose him from the ropes. She had the gun at the ready, and at this range, he didn't dare make a sudden movement...he couldn't risk getting killed and leaving Brianna alone with Billy and Darla.

He walked slowly to the bathroom, the urgency of needing to pee seeming to intensify with his proximity to the toilet. He began to clumsily unbutton his pants, and unzipped his fly, fishing out his penis. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Darla standing there, smirking at him...she obviously wasn't going to give him privacy.

He shrugged, turning back to get down to business, and after a few moments, a flood of urine escaped him in a strong stream, hitting the porcelain, and he sighed in relief, his body shivering. After a long few minutes, it tapered off and stopped, and he zipped up.

He looked around, seeing Darla still standing there with her hateful smirk, and irritatedly snapped, "Enjoy the show? I suppose next you'll wanna watch me take a shit, too?!"

It was a mistake, he knew. He had to force himself to calm...he was losing himself to his anger again already, and antagonizing Darla wasn't going to help matters. He took two deep breaths and then, keeping his eyes on Darla, reached out and flushed the toilet.

He looked up and said, "Ok...I'm done."

He walked past her and out into the other room, sitting down and waiting for Darla to tie him up again. He shared a look with his daughter, trying to convey some of his emotional strength to her.

 

[sfaigon]

Brianna warily glanced at the cup in her hand. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. Looking at the tomato soap only reinforced the fact that she hadn't eaten in more than fourteen hours. She watched as the delicious looking blood-red viscous sloshed around gently in her left hand, moving in synchronization with the trembling of her only free limb.

Tears came onto her eyes as she struggled not to drink the rather prominent smell of sweet tomatoes and slight hint of herbs and spices. Saliva gathered in her mouth, causing her to swallow hard. With a great deal of effort, she finally set the cup on the ground and closed her eyes.

"Drink it," Evan whispered to her. "You need to keep your strength up, if we want to get out of this, Bree."

Brianna's head swiveled and she swallowed once again, nodding her head in obedience at her father's command. Her shaking hand brought the cup to her lips. Her full lips parted and the frothy, thick liquid into her mouth.

The first meal since their abduction was delicious to our young heroine. Her tongue whipped back and forth within her mouth, savoring the oregano and sweet tomato.

It was over too soon as the young brunette licked the last few drops of the precious soup. She set the cup on the floor next to her and watched Darla pick up their empty cups of soup, disappearing out the doorway.

The abused 18 year-old wriggled tiredly against the ropes binding her to the bed as heated words were exchanged between her father and her abuser. She cringed at Darla's cruel menacing tone.

"Does anyone need to use the restroom?" Darla asked almost sweetly, catching her off guard once again.

Before Brianna could answer, her father had already done so. In less than a minute, she could hear his urine splashing into the toilet. It was a little more than a minute later when he reappeared.

Evan neatly sat down onto his side of the bed, calmly looking at her with a small, reassuring half-smile on his lips. His daughter softly smiled back at him. Father and daughter kept their gaze for a few more moments before Brianna lowered her eyes, looking at the sheets on the bed.

"Darla?" She spoke, using her female abuser's name for the first time. "I need to go too."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Darla was a little taken aback by Brianna's softly spoken words, and she looked at the young girl. Darla untied her, and led her toward the bathroom. She couldn't help but notice just how "broken" the young girl seemed to be, and, suddenly Darla felt like shit for the whole night of rape and abuse.

She and Billy had only intended to play with her a little. Well, in truth, Darla realised that Billy wanted Brianna, and Darla wasn't about to be left sitting outside the door! So she had spearheaded the thing. Darla was alway jealous of Billy with other women, and he of her with other guys. Darla had been afraid that he would prefer Brianna to her, so she had done all she could to humiliate and reduce the girl in his eyes. Of course Evan stupid attach drove them all high on adrenalin, and Billy had already popped a few tabs, so things had gone nuts.

Evan had deserved it, the fucker, hitting her and Billy, but Brianna had taken the worst of it, and Darla was uncomfortable with the regret she felt for the incident. The got to the bathroom, and Darla entered and checked that the window did not open sufficintly for Brianna to escape, and then, she turned and looked at Brianna, "I'll give you a few moments of privacy" and she shut the bathroom door behind her.

 

[sfaigon]

Brianna Rodgers

She hugged herself for reassurance after Darla undid her bonds. Her feet slowly carried her trembling body the few feet into the bathroom. The other woman held a hand out to stop her progress as she checked to make sure that the window wouldn't be large enough for her to fit through.

"I'll give you a few moments of privacy." The beautiful female criminal spoke, an almost embarrassed lilt to her voice.

"Thank you..." Brianna managed to whisper as the door closed.

Her large, brown, doe eyes looked around the room. After she was sure that she was alone, she gently worked her small thong down her legs and sat onto the toilet seat.

The urge to release came slowly to her as she had suppressed it during the extent of their abduction. After a short moment, the first trickle of urine made its way into the toilet.

Brianna grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped herself clean before washing her hands in the sink. She wiped her hands on a large white towel and opened the door.

The young girl cautiously approached the dark-haired beauty with her head bowed.

"Darla?" She started timidly. "Would it be possible for me to take a shower?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

The pretty teenager seemed so unsure of herself, so ..... so broken, and Darla knew in her soul, that she was partly responsible, and she felt like shit, as she leaned against the wall of the bathroom. Then the door opened and a peaked face looked out, nervous anxiety radiating from her,

"Darla?" She started timidly. "Would it be possible for me to take a shower?" Feeling like this was the chance to make good some of the evils she had done this girl, Darla smiled, an in that moment, she knew she looked again like the innocent preacher's daughter, well, save for her piercings. "Sure you can honey" Darla went and got her a towel, and then thought she would better stay in the bathroom with Brianna, just in case the girl had an escape plan. She quickly checked on Evan, who was tied tightly and asleep, and she reentered the bathroom, as Brianna undressed.

She was a slight girl, not a pick of extra fat on her, with nicely shaped high boobs, maybe a C cup Darla estimated. She recalled her horrid comments to Brianna, as she and Billy raped her, and cringed a little. Her fury and violence was driven primarily by jealousy as Billy demonstrated his interest in the teenager.

Brianna turned on the shower, and Darla watched her with interest, as she began to soap her body

 

[sfaigon]

Brianna didn't fail to notice the bright, docile smile on Darla's features. "Sure you can honey." She was confused at the criminal's change in demeanor. Suddenly, the cruel, dark-haired witch had turned into an almost likable, smiling young woman. She changes too quickly...

She stepped back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The young teenager quickly striped off her clothes. She was in the middle of pulling her thong, the last article of clothing, down her legs.

Darla stepped into the room with a clean, fluffy white towel and hung it on the rack outside the shower stall. Brianna patiently waited for her to leave, but when she realized that Darla wasn't going to leave, she stepped into the shower, fumbled with the knobs until the water was a perfect temperature, and started to work the shampoo into her hair.

The 18-year-old could feel the other woman's eyes on her as she soaped up her hands and rubbed it on her body. The creamy white lather contrasted starkly against her honey-colored skin. She stepped into the flow of water and felt the hot liquid flow down her body, taking the soap suds with it.

Brianna ran her fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp. her head was tilted back, her back was arched slightly as she finished rinsing her hair. Steam rose from the floor, fogging the mirror when she slid the glass door out.

The young brunette peaked her head out and gave a small smile to Darla.

"Do you want to wash my back?" She spoke, shocking both Darla and herself.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Darla eyed Brianna with a critical eye, seeing now just what Billy had seen in her. She was an alluring mix of innocence and sexiness. Darla found herself becoming aroused, as she watch Brianna wash herself intimately, and suddenly she felt a little rush of wetness between her thighs!

brianna was watching her, noting her reaction, when Darla heard the question "Do you want to wash my back?" The teenager looked almost shocked at her question, and Darla grinned.

Stripping off her own clothes, and leaving the gun in a handy place, she got Brianna to turn her back, and tied her hands behind her back. "Cant have you escaping now can we?" Darla murmured, then she soaped up her hands, and began to wash Brianna's boobs while the young girl watched her wide eyed. Suddenly Darla leaned forward and began to kiss Brianna full on the mouth, running her hands all over her body. "I bet you really need to cum dont ya?" Darla asked, and began to finger Brianna to orgasm.

 

[sfaigon]

Her eyes didn't stay on the woman's face. Rather, they flitted around slowly, almost leisurely, taking in Darla's long, toned body. She silently but innocently, but surely admired the sharp, precise contours of her face, her long, slender feminine neck, her prominent chest...

Brianna's eyes yanked elsewhere, a blush coming onto her supple features. She continued to look at Darla's form, openly admiring her long, toned legs and muscular, not overly so, arms.

She spent so much time silently admiring the brunette that she didn't notice when Darla put the gun nor the length of rope in her hands. She turned to the side and felt the insistent, but gentle, tug of the ropes onto her raw wrists.

Wincing lightly, the young teenager shuddered at the low, sensual murmur in her ear.

"Cant have you escaping now can we?"

Her mouth had become dry and she temporarily couldn't speak when Darla's lathered hands came forward to cup her breasts. Brianna let out a soft whimper of uncertainty as Darla's expert, teasing hands liberally washed her chest.

She was just starting to reluctantly enjoy her captor's caresses when suddenly, Darla leaned forward and kissed her. On the mouth.

Ew... gross! She would have thought not two days ago. But her confused, befuddled mind couldn't go around the fact that Darla, whom had been so abusive before, was suddenly showing her affection.

Mm... Her lips parted of their own accord and the other woman's tongue immediately slipped into her mouth, gently prodding and playing with the pink muscle in her mouth.

Brianna's own tongue was slow to respond, hesitant almost to duel with Darla's, by far, more experience. She would have been more than content with the hands on her breasts, lavishly squeezing her pert melons, but apparently, they had a different idea.

Darla's hands traveled across her body, gently pressing against her soft, supple skin. A low moan escaped the 18-year-old's lips, but it was lost in Darla's hungry mouth.

A hand reached behind her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her butt as the other hand kept playing with the front of her body. The tied up young girl stared at Darla wide-eyed, becoming more and more lost in the caresses by each passing second.

Brianna gasped when Darla's hand brushed past her slowly, protruding clitoris to trace along with length of her slit. Her back arched even further, providing the beautiful woman a more prominent view of her chest.

The young teenager's gasps continued as two fingers delved into her moistening sex, wriggling around inside like snakes.

"Ahhh... please, we can't do this!" Brianna whimpered as she was brought closer and closer to the edge. "Please, stop!"

She was dismayed when Darla took her instruction and her fingers retreated. "No wait! Don't stop. Please!"

Her captor looked into her eyes for a small amount of time before her fingers slid back in.

"Ooh..." Brianna moaned as she stared directly into the abyss of her orgasm. With a scream of anguished pleasure, she toppled over the edge, collapsing against Darla. Her legs gave out temporarily as she writhed against the woman's expert, feminine touch, panting and speaking incoherently as the strongest orgasm of her life washed over her young body.

After a short time, she had calmed down enough to look up at the woman who had given her her first female on female orgasm. She offered a small, unsure smile, locking her brown eyes with Darla's own.

 

[Wyld52771]

FBI Agents Wilkins and Kamdorfski, at the hospital...

Oliver dismissed Cassie's protests, moving closer to the bed and taking a seat.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Blaketon...I can understand the difficulty in dealing with this now, but time is running short. After we speak, you can rest, and tomorrow, your parents should be arriving to see you."

Oliver was surprised at the horrified look on Cassie's face after his last statement, but continued resolutely.

"We know you were involved in a armed robbery, Miss Blaketon...your fingerprints were all over the vehicle. During this armed robbery, you and your friends...Billy D'Marco and Darla Crosbie...carjacked Evan Rodgers and his daughter, and ended up taking them along with."

He paused, asking, "Do you know why the FBI was called in?"

Before she could reply, he continued, "Because kidnapping is a Federal offense...as soon as you and your friends took the Rodgers' hostage and took them along for the ride, it became our jurisdiction."

"This is serious stuff, Cassie. The armed robbery was enough to put you and your friends in prison for a few years...the rest? Well, like I said, kidnapping is a Federal offense...which means you'll end up in a Federal Prison. I'm not saying this to scare you or intimidate you...this is a fact."

"If something happens to Evan or Brianna Rodgers and they end up dead...well, if they don't get the death penalty, your friends would be facing 20 to life, minimum. You wouldn't get the death penalty...but you could end up facing the same amount of time, even as an accomplice and withholding information. You'd be just as responsible for their deaths as your friends, for remaining silent."

Oliver let that sink in, and said, "You're going to be facing prison time once you get out of the hospital...nothing can stop that...but a judge might be inclined to go easy on you, if you showed willingness to cooperate. He might be willing to show leniency, and lessen your charges."

Oliver leaned forward, meeting her eyes, and said in a voice that brooked no debate, "I'm going to need to know everything YOU know...how you came to be here, the condition of Evan and Brianna Rodgers when you last saw them, all about your friends, how they are armed, where they might be hiding out...everything. No games. If you cooperate fully, I'll see what I can do to keep you from spending a substantial portion of your life in a federal prison."

 

[Wyld52771]

Evan Rodgers, in the cabin with Darla and Brianna...

Evan hadn't meant to doze off...finally being able to eat something and use the bathroom had made him feel more more comfortable and relaxed than he'd expected. He was awakened by a moaning cry from the bathroom...he heard the shower going, and knew that Brianna and Darla were more than likely in there. He hated to think what might be going on in there...judging by the low moans he heard coming from the bathroom, his daughter and their captor were being....intimate.

There was nothing Evan could do to stop it, tied the way he was. He found himself worrying about Brianna's mental state...was she becoming too...familiar...with their captors? Evan had heard of Stockholm syndrome before....captives becoming personally involved with their captors to the point of rabid loyalty...and Brianna had been in such a fragile emotional state, he had little doubt she could be easily influenced right now.

The low moans echoing in the bathroom continued, and despite himself, Evan's body began to slightly react to the noises coming from within. The "rape" sex with Darla last night had been humiliating for him, and she had just been using him, but he reluctantly had to admit, it had felt...good.

he shook his head, trying to clear it of unwanted thoughts. He closed his eyes, turning away from the bathroom, trying to mentally block everything out, but the noises continued, and his reaction to them did not lessen...

"Just think about getting free..."Evan though to himself...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Darla was amazed that she stopped at Brianna's plea " Ahhh... please, we can't do this!" but then, while Darla was still coming to terms with the fact that she did not want to force herself on the pretty teenager, Brianna changed her mind, and Darla resumed her attentions.

She rubbed her soapy breasts against Brianna's noting how hard her nipples became. She was pleased with herself, as she brought Brianna to a loud climax. Darla leaned her against the shower wall, and began to shampoo her own hair, rinsing and conditioning it. She then turned to Brianna and repeated the process.

Then she began to wash the girls legs and lower body. She looked up at Brianna, as she reached the apex of her thigh. "Let me, Brianna. Let me make you feel good, I know it wont make up for all the other stuff, but let me, please". At Brianna's nod, Darla parted the girls thighs, and used two fingers to part the lips of her pussy, and began to flick gently at Brianna's clit with her tongue, sucking her gently, and lapping at her. With her other hand, she began to pump her fingers into Brianna, noting how wet she was, and not from the shower!

She continued her attentions, licking, sucking and gently nipping all over Brianna's pussy, before she plunged her tongue inside the girl, causing her to spasm, and shake as she came! Darla was amazed at how aroused she was herself, not being especially keen on girls. Darla's clit pulsed, and she thought for a moment, before deciding to wait on Billy. Where was he?

She stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around herself, another around her hair, and got another to wrap around Brianna. she untied the girls hands, and gently dried her off. She produced a clean man's tee shirt for each of them to sleep in and brought Brianna to the bedroom, where she re tied her, hand and foot. Then she went to put their clothes into the washing machine, God knows they all stank! She looked idly at Evan. "You stink too, strip off your clothes and I'll wash them for you, and you need a shower. Bri and I used all the hot water, but you still need to get clean, now get up!" She untied him, and took all his clothes before locking him into the bathroom, for his shower.

5 minutes later

Darla had put everyones clothes into a hot wash in the washing machine. She grabbed a towel for Evan, and unlocked the bathroom, before entering. She shut the door, and sat on the seat of the toilet, and grinned, as she watched Evan showering himself.

"Oh yeah Honey! Make sure you get all those bit nice and clean, Evan. I notice your getting all excited!"

 

[Wyld52771]

As Evan lay on the floor, he heard the shower stop. The noises of sex had finally stopped a couple minutes before, and Evan had breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.

A few minutes later, Darla and Brianna came walking into the room, both wearing towels. Brianna seemed flushed, and didn't seem to want to meet Evan's gaze, which disturbed him. They walked around to the other side of the bed, and after a few moments, of getting some clothing, he felt the bed shake slightly as Brianna was tied back up on the opposite side of the bed.

Darla walked back around to his side of the bed, looking down at him. She would have been quite striking, her body damp and the white tee-shirt she wore clung to her enticingly...but the gun she held in her hand ruined the effect.

She looked down at Evan and mockingly said, "You stink too, strip off your clothes and I'll wash them for you, and you need a shower. Bri and I used all the hot water, but you still need to get clean, now get up!"

She untied him, the gun at the ready, and when she stood, motioned with the gun for him to get up. he complied, and seeing she wasn't going to give him privacy, began to undress.

His shirt was most likely beyond repair, blooded badly, and his undershirt as well...he gingerly pulled them off, wincing in pain. His upper body was well toned and muscular, from years of working outdoors, but at the moment, his ribs, chest, and back were covered with a multitude of bruises and cuts...the punishment he'd received since this ordeal began.

He looked up, and Darla smirked at him, motioning him to continue, and he kicked his shoes off, pulled his socks off, and unbuckled his belt, sliding first his pants down and removing them, and then his boxers, standing nude before her, feeling very vulnerable. Thankfully his erection had subsided for the most part.

Darla scooped up all his clothes from the floor, motioning with the gun to move to the bathroom and he went inside. The door shut behind him, and shrugging, He started the water...it wasn't hot, but it wasn't yet cold either...he would have to hurry and get cleaned up.

After a few minutes of washing, the water getting colder and causing him to shiver, he was nearly done. He suddenly heard Darla's voice, startling him...he hadn't heard her come in.

"Oh yeah Honey! Make sure you get all those bit nice and clean, Evan. I notice you're getting all excited!"

Darla was sitting on the seat of the toilet, grinning lewdly at him...he had no idea how long she'd been there watching him shower.

He refused to respond to Darla, her statement hitting too close to home for Evan's comfort. She was a pretty young woman...he couldn't deny that...and sexy in a somewhat dangerous way, but Evan had seen the malicious, devilish side of her, and it somewhat terrified him...he was physically attracted to, and mentally repulsed by her at the same time.

Realizing she wasn't going to leave, he finished up, shutting the water off, and getting out of the tub. She held a towel in one hand for him, and her gun in the other. he reached out, wordlessly to take the offered towel, doing his best to remind himself that the pretty, innocent-looking girl standing in front of him, was also the same woman who had beaten and raped both his daughter and himself less than a day before...

 

[sfaigon]

Brianna leaned heavily against the shower wall, watching breathlessly as the beautiful brunette washed her own hair. She watched the steamy water washed the soap suds from her hair and body.

Darla then reached for her and started to carefully wash her hair and massage the conditioner into her hair and scalp. Her hands continued down her body to thoroughly was her legs and stomach. She took a quick, shallow breath when she reached her crotch.

"Let me, Brianna. Let me make you feel good, I know it wont make up for all the other stuff, but let me, please." Her new playmate looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes almost begging her to allow her to lick her out.

Brianna gave a little nod of consent and spread her legs wider. Darla's long, manicured nails delved easily into her moist love channel, spreading her labia open for her lips and tongue. Her gentle attentions soon had the young teenager writhing against her teeth. She was already on the edge from the finger fucking from before and all she needed to go over the edge was a gentle push.

Darla provided her that push with her tongue delving into her hot, dripping snatch.

"AAHH!!!" Brianna screamed again in orgasmic bliss, almost sliding down the shower wall. Her eyes closed in exhaustion, the last 24 hours and sexual activities catching up to her once again.

They only opened when Darla gently pulled her out of the shower, undoing her hands and drying her gently. She presented two shirts for the both of them. Brianna quickly slid hers, the man's shirt large on her petite form. The hem ended a few inches above her knee, sufficiently covering her.

The young teenager followed after her captor, keeping her eyes down to the ground, refusing to meet the eyes of her father. She was hesitant to see the anger, and most of all, disappointment she knew resided in her father's eyes.

So she got onto the bed and lay on her side, facing away from her father and allowed Darla to retie her hands and feet. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to fall asleep. A single tear rolled out of her right eye.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Darla, in the bathroom with Evan.

Darla was aroused and unsatisfied from her shower with Brianna. She was pleased that she had given pleasure to the girl, and somewhere in her own internal check and balances, she felt she had atoned for her violent rape of the girl, the previous night.

Billy was still in town, he had said he may be a day or two, as he wanted to sound out his friend who owned this cabin. Darla eyed her only chance for sex, and he didn't exactly look willing. Well, no harm, there were ways around that. She rummaged through her wash bag, and removed the small tin, and removed a small blue pill from it. "Open up, Evan!" Darla insisted, the gun underscoring her demand. Evan swallowed the little blue pill, and she gave him a little drink of water to help. She tied Evan's hands securely behing his back, and pushed his so that he sat on the closed lid of the toilet. Darla kicked his legs apart, and began to gently graze her nails over his scrotum.

"I bet you could hear us in the shower together, couldn't you Evan? Did you imagine us, tits rubbing, pussies pressed together as we washed each other's bodies? Could you imagine me on my knees, licking a hot needy pussy, flicking my tongue over that swollen clit, while I pumped my fingers inside that hot cunt, sucking my deeper inside...... MMMMMMMMmmmm yeah!" Darla began to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, spreading her thighs, running her finger along her wet slit. "I'm gonna fuck you til that dick falls off, baby! " she whispered, then returned to her her moaning and groaning, as she played with herself and talked dirty to him.

She watched with pleasure, as his dick rose to the occasion, before she straddled him, and lowered herself on him, beginning to ride him, happy to have her immediate needs met!.

 

[Wyld52771]

Evan was confused when Darla pulled the towel away, dropping it to the floor and pointing the gun more aggressively at him.

He backed away, and he saw Darla reach into a small bag, puling something out. She held up a blue pill, and held it out.

"Open up, Evan!" she demanded, and he turned his head away from it. He didn't know what it was, but he wasn't willingly going to take it. Darla put the gun to his head again, taking away the option of choice, her eyes gaze taking on the look he'd seen before...right before she'd threatened hurt his daughter yesterday.

That thought made him open his mouth, and the quickly popped the pill inside it, handing him watter to wash it down. Walking behind him, gun still trained on him, she grabbed his wrists behind his back, and tied them securely together. Moving back in front of him, she backed him up slowly, and then pushed him down into a sitting position on the toilet seat.

Darla kicked Evan's legs open, and when her hand reached between his legs, he knew what her plan was. He tried to shut his legs, but she had already stepped between them, starting to speak, her pussy almost at eye level with his gaze.

"I bet you could hear us in the shower together, couldn't you Evan? Did you imagine us, tits rubbing, pussies pressed together as we washed each other's bodies? Could you imagine me on my knees, licking a hot needy pussy, flicking my tongue over that swollen clit, while I pumped my fingers inside that hot cunt, sucking my deeper inside...... MMMMMMMMmmmm yeah!"

Evan shut his eyes, looking away from Darla as she talked about shower sex with his daughter, disgusted...and yet, he felt a stiffening in his groin...he was getting aroused.

He looked back, seeing Darla playing with her nipples, and then spreading her thighs, revealing her sex to him, her pussy already glistening in the florescent lights of the bathroom as her fingers slid back and forth against her lips.

His cock was rising...he couldn't stop it...and he felt disgusted with himself.

"I'm gonna fuck you til that dick falls off, baby!" Darla exclaimed, and his cock twitch involuntarily at the words, almost fully erect now as Darla's fingers played with her folds and inserted fingers inside herself right before his eyes.

He was lost...now fully erect, and he didn't struggle much as Darla straddled his thighs, her wet pussy meeting the tip of his erection, and impaling herself upon it, letting gravity do the work and taking his full length inside her.

She began to bounce up and down on his shaft, and he had to grit his teeth to suppress a moan...she was so tight, her pussy muscles clenching all around him, as she rose up and down, her ass slapping hard against his thighs each time he bottomed out inside her. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at her, trying to deny the pleasure she was giving him, but before too long, he found himself panting, his hips beginning to rise off the seat to meet her, hips thrusting of their own accord...