The Delivery {Closed for Leetah and PogueMahone}

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Dreams kept haunting Angela's sleep that night. Paul was always there, and the dreams seemed to get worse and worse with each one she had. He had managed to rape her each time, hurting her in different ways, sometimes doing it in front of Steve, making him watch the twisted pleasure. Each time, she would waken just enough to hear herself whimpering and feel Steve holding her, then she'd slip back into sleep, to be tormented again. The last dream she'd had was the worst. In it, Paul had managed to rip her clothes to shreds, uncovering her to his prying hands and eyes. Dan walked in just as he was about to molest her, and laughed, as he shoved Steve into the room. Dan tied him up, then proceeded to help Paul by pinning his wife's wrists and laughing some more, saying "Maybe that'll teach you not to be so cold, you bitch!" She could actually feel the pressure on her wrists and feel Paul's cock ram into her resisting flesh, and she woke screaming without sound, tears running down her cheeks, to find herself safe with Steve, who had fallen asleep in his clothes.

After she collected herself for a moment, Angela slipped from the bed, taking off the garments she had on, and coming back nude. She looked down at the man she loved so dearly now, and smiled softly, then began undressing him gently. He woke at her touch, and smiled at her. “You really shouldn’t sleep in your clothes, love.” Her voice was soft, and he made no protest as she undressed him fully. “Angela, you’re beautiful.” Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and she continued to bare his flesh. God, how she loved touching him. Not just to make love, but just touching him in general, although now she found she did want to make love to him very much. “Love, are you sure…” Steve wanted to make certain she was ready before doing anything, and she loved him all the more for it.

“Please, Steve." Her lips took his in a deep kiss, all her feelings evident in the touch of her lips. “I want to feel loved. I want you to make me forget his touch. Please…” He saw that she meant what she said; she needed the man she loved to erase the touch of the monster's hands, so he nodded and gathered her close to his body. For a moment, they lay still, just breathing, then she kissed him again. He let her lead the way, wanting nothing more than she was ready to give. Angela was ready to give her all, however, and showed him quickly. Her body moved against his with an urgency that almost startlin in its intensity. She rubbed her cleft against his shaft, and he was startled to find her already wet and ready. Her nipples were hard peaks against his bare chest, and her thighs parted easily for him, as he slid between them, his mouth gently caressing her throat and then down to each soft peak. He felt her legs wrap around him, pulling him into her, and as wet as she was, his cock slipped into her without any stopping at all. He had meant to slide in slowly, but feeling her walls grip him, and her nails lightly scraping his back, he began thrusting instead. No words passed between them, but their hearts beat as one and their breath came in gasps together. With a shuddering cry, he climaxed inside her, feeling her join him, her inner walls clenching him and milking him dry. She continued to climax for several minutes after his last spurt had filled her, clutching him, and crying out over and over. At last, she fell still and a smile touched her lips. After quite some time, she opened her eyes, to find him looking at her, watching her carefully. "I'm alright." she answered the unasked question, and saw his brow and shoulders relax a bit. "That was so....incredible.....my darling..."

 

[Leetah]

A quick bump

bump

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve held Angela close to him as she continued to climax, her eyes shut tightly as she flung her head back, and crying out in release as her fingernails scratched furrows in his back. With a soft sigh Angela slumped down on the bed, completely spent from her incredible orgasm. Steve could see the faint smile on her lips as she laid there, her breath coming in deep ragged gasps as she recovered from her climax. He watched her for a few minutes, just admiring her flushed face and thinking how incredible she was. He was amazed at how passionate she was during their love making as he watched her breathing slow, his thoughts turning to how the events of the day would affect their relationship. He was worrying that Paul’s assault had affected her mentally when Angela opened her eyes, focusing on him in the dark. Her large green eyes seemed to be able to see through him as she smiled slightly at him, assuring him softly, “I’m alright.”

Steve felt himself smiling in the dark, moving closer to her on the bed as she laid her head on his shoulder, her hand stroking his bare chest as they lay there together. “That was so… incredible… my darling…” Angela breathed softly, her fingers combing through his sparse chest hair.

“You are amazing,” Steve told her kissing her forehead tenderly as his fingers caressed her long dark hair. “No one’s ever made me feel like you do.” He breathed softly as he bent down, kissing her full lips lovingly. “I hope I never lose you. I love you, Angela.”

“And I love you,” Angela said, her eyes looking deep into his as they lay there on the bed. “Now go to sleep.” She told him, smiling at him as she cuddled closer to him. They fell asleep like that, lying naked in each other’s arms, their faces close together.

Steve awoke early the next morning, slipping out of bed quietly so as not to disturb Angela. Padding downstairs on bare feet, he picked up the phone and called his manager at Talber’s telling him that he wouldn’t be in. After listening to Bill scream at him for missing another day of work, Steve hung up and walked to the kitchen. He set about making breakfast, moving around the neatly decorated and well equipped kitchen with practiced ease. He made a batch of pancakes, sliding them onto a tray along with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. Whistling happily to himself, he carried everything upstairs and into the bedroom just as Angela was waking up.

“Wha…” She asked sleepily, rubbing a hand against her eyes as he placed the tray on the table beside the bed. She looked beautiful even as she was waking up, her dark hair in a wild halo around her head.

“Breakfast in bed, my dear.” Steve explained as he bent down and kissed her full lips. “We’ve got a couple of hours before we have to head downtown.” Steve said as he perched on the edge of the bed beside her. “So, eat up while it’s still hot.”

“Could you hand me my robe?” Angela asked, smiling at the tray full of food. “I don’t think I should eat naked, I might spill syrup all over the place.”

“Hmm, that sounds very interesting.” Steve replied with a smile, his eyebrows shooting up in an impersonation of Groucho Marx as he handed the robe to her.

“You’re incorrigible.” Angela laughed as she wrapped the silk robe around her. “I don’t think anyone’s ever made me breakfast in bed before,” She told him, smiling as she began to eat. “If I’m not careful, you’re going to spoil me.”

“I certainly hope to.” Steve said, leaning back on the bed and watching her as she ate.

After Angela had finished eating, she showered as Steve washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. He thought about joining her in the shower but glancing at the clock he decided against it, he didn’t want to be late arriving at the police station.

Just as they were leaving the house the phone started to ring. “Let the machine get it,” Steve advised as Angela started back into the house. “We don’t want to keep Sergeant Mason waiting.” He told her as he shut the door on the ringing phone.

Sergeant Mason was a large hairy man who kept a burnt out cigar clenched between his teeth throughout the entire questioning, only taking it out to gesture when he was making a point. By the end of the second hour of questioning, Steve’s eyes were beginning to glaze over and Angela kept glancing towards the door wistfully. Promising to call him if they remembered anything else, Steve and Angela were just stepping out of the Sergeant’s office when a loud bellow caused them both to spin around. Paul Essinger was being dragged down the corridor towards them, cursing and spitting at the two tolerant police officers who held him by the elbows.

“I see you, you cock teasing little bitch.” Paul shouted at them as he lunged in their direction almost pulling one of the officers off their feet. “Brought your little boy toy down here to tell the fucking cops about how you entrapped me. Flaunt your tight ass in front of me and then accuse me of raping you, you slut! And you, you limp dicked little pansy.” Paul shouted, turning his attention to Steve. “I know it was you that called the cops. You saw me making time with your little slut girlfriend and got jealous didn’t you, you son of a bitch. When I get out I’m going to kill you, I’ll kill both of you for this.” Paul continued to scream even as the officers started dragging back towards the holding cells. “I’m going to fucking kill you…” was the last thing he managed to scream before the door was slammed shut, blocking him from their sight. They hurried out of the police station painfully aware of all the curious stares directed at them after Paul’s maddened tirade.

“I’m glad that’s over.” Steve said as he opened the car door for Angela after pulling into her garage. He couldn’t help glancing at her shapely legs as she climbed out of the car.

“Me too,” Angela replied, smiling as she notices his gaze. “Thank you for coming with me, I really do appreciate it.” She told him softly, leaning in close to him and kissing him lovingly. “Now I just want to relax.” Angela stated as she headed into the house, Steve following close behind her.

“Hello Angela,” A voice said as she entered the living room.

“What are you doing here?” Angela gasped as she froze in surprise at the person sitting on her couch.

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

The slender, pale woman with the hazel eyes stared at Angela from the sofa, her long brown hair wound into a french braid in a crown around her head. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, clenched so tightly that the knuckles were white. Her eyes moved to Steve, who had just stepped up behind Angela, his hand going to touch her shoulder. "So." The word came out softly.

"Laura," Angela said, still taken aback. "How in the world did you get in here?" The woman's chin raised a notch, as she continued to stare at the couple, her eyes moving back and forth between them. "I have a key. Dan gave it to me." Angela blinked in surprise. "Dan did? When was that?" "When I started coming over here with Paul, when you weren't home." The petite woman continued to sit, never moving except for the rapid rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing and her lips, as she spoke. "I know about you and Paul, you know. He told me everything. About how you invited him over and tried to seduce him, because you're jealous."

Angela was completely floored by what Laura was saying, and she moved a step closer, Steve following closely behind. "Why would I be jealous, Laura?" She intended to try to clear up the other misconception momentarily, but wanted to know what prompted this accusation. Coolly, Laura said "You're jealous because I've had Paul and Dan at the same time, and you never have." Seeming to enjoy the shocked look on Angela's face, she continued. "Dan told Paul how frigid you had become and that you never wanted to have sex any more, and how beautiful he thought I was. Paul asked me to come over here with him, and give Dan a good time, and then he would join in. They liked it so much, it kept happening, every time you were gone. I'll do anything Paul wants me to...anything to make him happy. I love him so much...."

Now Angela and Steve could see that Laura had apparently been browbeaten for so long by Paul, that she truly believed what she was doing was right. Her eyes shone with love for her husband, and perhaps a bit of insanity. "I know that's why you had him arrested...because he wouldn't sleep with you when you tried to seduce him, and also because you're jealous. I'm here because I want to beg a favour of you two. Come sit here with me, and I'll tell you."

Angela and Steve looked at each other, and he nodded slightly. Laura was wearing a simple white sleeveless blouse and a knee-length red skirt, so it was doubtful she had any weapons concealed, and Steve knew he would be able to overpower her if she atttempted to harm either of them. They moved to the sofa, and she patted the seats on either side of her, indicating that they should sit apart. Again, Steve gave a slight nod, and they sat. Glancing between them, Laura said, "It's obvious that you two are a couple, and that's fine, but I have a proposal for you that I think you might like. I want the charges dropped against my husband and I'll do anything to make that happen. " Her look became pleading. "I've been told I'm pretty and I'm good at giving pleasure. You two could have me for your very own pleasure slave, if you just drop the charges against Paul and let him come home. I'll do whatever you want to either of you or both of you, but I need Paul at home with me. Let me show you just how good for you I could be."

With that, Laura first leaned over and took Angela's stunned face between her palms and pressed her lips softly to the other woman's. Both she and Steve had been so taken aback by Laura's plea, neither of them could even react before she made her move. Steve couldn't help it....the sight of this lovely woman kissing his Angela was arousing, and Angela didn't seem to be fighting her off either. He felt himself getting slightly hard as he watched Laura's hands begin to wander from Angela's face down towards her breasts. Meanwhile, Angela had been so caught off-guard she couldn't move, and when Laura kissed her, she felt even more shocked. She couldn't seem to make herself move, and shockingly enough, she found her lips moving against the soft kiss and returning it slightly. She had never been kissed by another woman before and she had to admit, Laura was a good kisser. When she felt Laura's hands moving down her body, she managed to pull herself together, and pulled away, just as the other woman's hands caressed her breasts. In a shaky voice, she said "Laura...."

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

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Steve was taken by surprise as Laura leaned over kissing Angela fully on the lips. He felt a pang of jealousy as he saw the woman he’d come to love being kissed passionately by another person but a second later the eroticism of the scene overcame any of his objections. He loved Angela and knew she returned his feelings so he shouldn’t be jealous of seeing her kissed by another woman, especially a woman as attractive as Laura. Leaning back he watched the two attractive brunettes together, his cock beginning to grow erect as Laura’s hands slide down Angela’s blouse to caress her breasts.

“Laura…” Angela managed to say, her voice shaky as she pulled away from the other woman’s groping hands. “I… I don’t think…” Angela started to say, glancing over Laura’s shoulder at Steve as if pleading for his help.

“Mrs. Essinger,” Steve started to say as Laura turned to face him, her eyes going wide as she bowed her head.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to neglect you, how do you wish to punish me?” She asked submissively looking up at him.

“I… I’m not going to punish you, Laura, but there’s been a bit of miscommunication.” Steve said, trying to retain his composure. “There’s something you should see.” He said standing up from the couch, “Come upstairs with me.”

“Of course, anything you say, Master.” Laura replied eagerly, climbing off the couch.

“Don’t call me that,” Steve insisted looking at the attractive woman, wondering how many years her bastard husband had been treating her like an object to get her to behave like this. “My name is Steve, Steve Mahone.” He told her as he led the way upstairs to Angela’s bedroom followed by the two women.

As they entered the bedroom, Laura’s eyes went directly to the bed and then glancing between Angela and Steve started to undo the buttons of her blouse. “Remember, you can do anything to me as long as Paul is released,” She restated as she sat down on the edge of the bed letting her blouse fall open to reveal her breasts encased in a lacy bra.

“What?” Steve asked turning around to see Laura looking at him expectantly from the bed. “Laura, that’s not why I brought you up here,” He told her, motioning towards the television in the corner. “There’s something I think you should see, it’s a video of what happened yesterday.” He explained as Mrs. Essinger reluctantly closed her blouse and moved over to sit in front of the television. “We had cameras hidden around the house to capture the events of the day; we didn’t know they were going to get as out of hand as they did.” Steve explained as he cued up the DVD he’d burned off of Angela’s computer.

“Paul’s always been overly enthusiastic.” Laura said simply as if that explained everything. As the images sprung up on the screen, Angela gave a small sob as she watched the attack on her unfold.

“I… I can’t watch this.” Angela said in a sick voice as she rushed out to the bedroom.

“I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, Laura.” Steve told Mrs. Essinger as he hurried after Angela, worried about how everything was affecting her. He found her leaning against the wall in the hallway, her forehead pressed against the wall as she hugged herself tightly. “How are you?” Steve asked simply, placing his arm around her shoulder and drawing her to him.

“O… Okay.” Angela replied in a thick voice, pressing her face against his chest as he held her tight. “Just seeing it like that, I thought I could take it but it was so awful…”

“I know,” Steve told her, his hand stroking the soft curls of her hair as they stood there. “I just hope that Laura can see what really happened.” He said, glancing back into the bedroom at Laura as she sat at the foot of the bed watching the television intently.

“How… How can she still love him after everything Paul’s done to her?” Angela asked softly, turning her head to regard the woman in her bedroom. “I can’t imagine what her life has been like living with that… man.” She said, her voice dripping with contempt as she spoke of her husband’s best friend.

“What are we going to do about her?” Steve asked after a few minutes had passed, both of them standing there watching Laura Essinger as she watched her husband attempting to rape another woman. “There’s no way we can allow Paul to go free but what do we do about her?”

“I don’t know,” Angela replied, her green eyes thoughtful as she glanced up at Steve. “Did you enjoy watching her kiss me?” She asked after a few seconds of contemplating him.

“Yes,” Steve confessed, knowing he could never purposefully lie to her. “I was extremely jealous at first but after I realized that it didn’t change anything between us, it was an incredibly arousing sight. Was it your first time being kissed by a woman?”

“Yes,” Angela replied turning to look at Laura, her forehead furrowed in thought. “One of the reasons I stopped having any relations with Dan was because he wanted to bring another woman into our marriage, to dominate me. I was disgusted with him when he suggested it but now, with you, it doesn’t seem as shocking somehow. Have you ever been with more then one woman before?”

“Once, in college and we were all so drunk that nothing really happened.” Steve admitted, smirking at the memory.

“Would you like to be again?” Angela asked him, smiling up at him. “If Laura agrees that is.”

“Only if you really want it to happen,” Steve replied after a few seconds, bending his head down to kiss her forehead.

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Angela wasn't quite certain how she felt about being with Laura sexually, but she thought it might be interesting to try it, if the woman agreed. She didn't want to force her to do anything, as she had had enough of that with Paul, and goodness knows how many other people that Paul might have made her service. What Laura had done earlier had felt good, she admitted to herself, and she knew Steve would be there and could even join in. The idea was enticing and arousing even. Steve was watching her face carefully, obviously ready to do whatever she wanted about the situation.

"I suppose we need to see what Laura has to say first..." Angela concluded. "Would you see if the tape is done? I don't want to go back in unless it is." Steve looked in and nodded, so the two of them walked into the room, hearing static coming from the television now, since the tape had ended. Laura was still sitting on the bed, where they had left her, her eyes still focused on the snowy screen. She didn't turn her head when they walked into the room. "Laura?" Angela spoke softly, almost tentatively, not wanting to frighten the woman. She continued to sit and stare, appearing to barely breathe, her hands folded in her lap. "Laura?" Angela said again, and moved a step closer, with Steve right behind her. This time, the woman moved slightly, finally dropping her eyes from the screen and looking into her lap. She swallowed a bit, and said in a barely audible voice, "I suppose that you didn't seduce Paul then? I suppose he really tried to rape you, as you said?" Angela sat down beside Laura on the bed, and gently covered her hand with her own. "Yes, we're telling you the truth. I didn't seduce him. I'm sorry, but I don't even like Paul, much less want to sleep with him." The other woman nodded, still not meeting Angela's gaze, her hand trembling a bit underneath the gentle touch. When she finally raised her head a bit, they could see her lips were trembling slightly, as if she were fighting back tears.

"We're really sorry, Laura," Steve said. "We didn't want to hurt you, but you had to know the truth. Paul needs to stay where he is, otherwise, he could come back and hurt Angela or someone else, including you." He put a hand on her shoulder. "He's already hurt you quite a bit, it seems to me. You don't deserve the treatment he's given you in the past." A single tear trickled down her cheek, and Angela's heart broke for her. She was so grateful that Steve was as kind as he was, for the woman desperately needed someone to be kind to her. "Thank you....," Laura said, her voice shaking even more. "You are right, of course. Paul must stay where he is. He mustn't hurt you anymore." She looked up now, and even though her eyes were filled with unshed tears, they flashed a bit. "He deserves anything he gets. I...I'm not certain what I'll do without him, but I'll think of something." She stopped for a moment, then in a stronger voice, said "I do want to tell you something though. I still would like to sleep with the two of you. You're both very attractive people, and I'd like to make love to you. I want to get back at Paul for what he's done, and it would please me as well for it to be with the two of you. I can't do it now....but will you consider letting me be with the two of you later?"

Angela's eyes widened a bit with shock, for she wouldn't have thought Laura would want to do anything with them now. She wasn't certain how she felt about assisting her with her revenge on her husband, and she looked at Steve, who looked a bit surprised as well. After a moment, he said, "I think we'll have to talk it over, Laura, and then we'll see. How is that?" He looked at Angela, and she nodded in agreement, glad that he saw it that way. Lifting her chin a bit, Laura nodded. "I can understand that. If you decide against it, I'll understand. I don't know if you'd want to touch the same person that he has touched..." Her voice contained both sadness and contempt. She rose and Steve caught her arm gently. As Angela watched, he pulled Laura slowly to him, and kissed her very sweetly on the lips, then released her. "That isn't the issue, Laura. We need to see how we feel about being with anyone else, not just you. Understand?" She gave him a small smile and nodded. "Now, go home and rest a bit," Steve told her. "We'll talk to you soon." She nodded again, and left the room, and in a few moments, they heard the front door open and close.

"Angela..." Steve started to say, but she stepped over and into his arms, putting a finger against his lips. "Shhh. I understand. That was perfect, Love, and I thank you for being the way you are. I do think we need to talk about it more, and see how we feel, but not right now. Let's get something to eat, take a shower and go to bed. I'm exhausted."

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve thought about Laura and how her life had changed as he stood in the bedroom, holding Angela in his arms. He felt sorry for the woman, the years of conditioning she’d been subjected to by her brute of a husband until she hated him but couldn’t resist him. “So what would you like for dinner?” He asked, turning his mind from the Mrs. Essinger’s depressing situation and focusing on the beautiful woman in his arms.

“Anything,” Angela replied softly, her arms around his neck as she looked up at him. “You feel bad for Laura, don’t you?” Angela asked after a few seconds of contemplating his face. “You feel kind of responsible for her in a way.”

“I… Yeah, I do.” Steve answered as he thought about it, “Her life is changed, probably for the better but we altered her life and I think she’s going to have a tough time adjusting to the change.” He said his blue eyes troubled. “I want to help her adjust to the changes but I don’t want her to become dependant on a man again.”

“You’re too good.” Angela said, her eyes large and filled with emotion as she leaned up, kissing him tenderly. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I’m definitely going to keep you.”

“I certainly hope so,” Steve said, laughing down at the woman who’d rearranged his life in the short time he’d known her. “I never want to be without you, Angela.” He told her sincerely, kissing her forehead as she hugged him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” She replied, hugging him even tighter, her head pressed against his chest, hearing his heartbeat through his chest. “Now about dinner,” Angela said after a few minutes of enjoying his closeness. “Anything is fine with me as long as we don’t have to go anywhere. I want to stay here with you tonight.”

“How about Chinese delivery?” Steve suggested as they walked downstairs holding hands. “There’s a pretty good place that’s only a couple of blocks from here.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” Angela replied, “Why don’t you phone the order in while I clean up the kitchen?”

“Okay,” Steve said picking up the phone just as it rang.

“Hello?” A man’s voice on the other end asked as Steve raised the phone to his ear. “Who is this?”

“Who’s this?” Steve asked, slightly shocked at having accidentally answered Angela’s phone. No one knew he was staying here other then the police and they wouldn’t be calling at this hour.

“This is Dan Simmons, is my wife, Angela, there?” The voice asked an edge of suspicious anger in his words.

“Uh… hold on a second.” Steve said, holding his hand over the phone to block any noise as Angela stuck her head into the living room, wondering who he was talking to. “It’s Dan! He wants to speak to you.” Steve hissed in a loud whisper as he held the phone out to her.

Angela looked at the phone in Steve’s hand for a few seconds as she pondered her next actions. Glancing up at Steve for support she took the receiver from his hand and held the phone to her ear. “Hello, Dan.” She said simply, her voice not betraying any emotion. “My lover.” Angela stated simply after a few seconds when Dan had obviously questioned her about Steve. “I’m divorcing you, Dan. Goodbye.” She stated in the same deadpan voice as she hung up the phone. “Oh, God…” Angela sighed as she breathed a large sigh of relief as she handed the phone back to Steve, her hand trembling slightly.

“You handled that perfectly, Love.” Steve told her softly, stepping in close to her, wrapping her in his arms as her body shook. “I’m very proud of you.”

“I’ve wanted to do that for years but I was always afraid of the consequences. I’m not afraid anymore.” She said with a smile as she looked up at Steve. “Now why don’t you order dinner,” She said, smiling at him as she turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Steve smiled at the courage and strength she’d just shown as he dialed the number, wondering how furious Dan was at that moment. After placing their order, Steve put the phone down purposefully leaving it off the hook.

Their Chinese food was delivered quickly and they ate it sitting close together in the living room, not really talking much just enjoying each other’s company. After they finished eating Angela stood up and stretched, looking down at Steve as his eyes automatically ran over her slender body. “Well, I’m going to go take a shower,” She announced as she walked to the door of the living room, pausing and glancing back at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Would you care to join me?”

“Well, I don’t know…” Steve feigned disinterest before jumping off the couch and rushing towards her. Angela gave a girlish giggle and ran up the stairs as he chased after her. By the time they’d reached the bathroom both of them were laughing so hard they couldn’t talk.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Angela said as she regained her breath, smiling at Steve as she began to strip out of her clothes. Steve stood there, leaning against the wall watching as she slowly and carefully removed each item, his eyes savoring every inch of her smooth flesh. Angela glanced up at him several times as she undressed, smiling at his obvious appreciation of her body until she was completely naked. Walking over to stand in front of him she reached up to the collar of his shirt as she told him, “You can’t take a shower in your clothes.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Steve said as she started to unbutton his shirt, her slender fingers moving quickly until his shirt was completely open. “There’s just one thing I want to do before I take a shower.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” Angela asked him curiously her fingers combing through his sparse chest hair.

“This.” He said simply as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him as his mouth covered hers kissing her passionately. His hands slid down the soft skin of her back as his tongue darted into her mouth, wrestling with her eager tongue as she gave out a soft moan of pleasure. Angela wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as his hands moved down to the shapely globes of her ass, his fingers splaying wide as he gripped her soft skin.

Angela moaned into his mouth as she pressed herself tight against Steve, her bare breasts rubbing against the soft cotton of his shirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the floor, carrying her over to the sink and setting her on the edge of the counter so that her face was slightly above his. Angela moaned softly as Steve’s mouth moved off hers, kissing down her neck and across the smooth expanse of skin to her heaving breasts. Her fingers combed through his long hair as his mouth kissed the soft skin of her breast, covering every inch in passionate kisses. Angela arched her back in pleasure as his lips caressed her nipple, her fingers lightly scratching over his neck as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way he was making her body sing with pleasure.

Steve’s hands slid over her thighs as he continued to kiss and suckle at Angela’s heaving breasts, his fingers slowly gliding up to caress the cleft of her sex. Angela gasped as his fingers traced lightly over her moist pussy, her body tensing as he toyed briefly with her hard clit. “Please…” Angela sighed as Steve let her nipple slip from his lips, moving his head up to look in her lust filled eyes.

“I love you, Angela.” He told her in a low whisper as he kissed her passionately. Angela returned his kiss with fervor; her fingers sliding down his chest to the waist of his pants, sliding over the hardness of his arousal for a second before her slim fingers quickly unhooked his pants, slipping into his fly. Steve let out a soft moan as her fingers lightly ran over his cock before gently drawing it out of his boxers.

Steve looked into Angela’s deep green eyes as she guided him into her, her fingers sliding up the length of his shaft as he slowly slid into her sex. Angela shivered slightly as he filled her, her legs tightening their grip on his waist as she tried to draw him farther into her. “You’re perfect, my love.” Steve whispered softly as his hands slid down the smooth skin of her back to rest lightly on her hips, letting Angela guide the tempo of their lovemaking.

“Oh, Steve…” Angela moaned as she guided his thrusts into her with her legs, enjoying a slow leisurely pace at first until she couldn’t resist any longer urging Steve into more vigorous thrusts. Her fingernails bit into his back through his shirt as he sped up, driving her closer to her climax.

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Angela was lost in sensation again. Every thrust, every movement of her body and Steve's drove her closer to the pinacle and then...she was there, and crashing over the edge. She felt him thrust harder and faster into her as she climaxed again and again, and then felt the hot spurt of his seed deep inside her body, claiming her again for his own. For long moments, they clung to each other, panting, and then she looked up into his eyes, smiling. "I love you too." She kissed him tenderly, then said, "Now, how about that shower, Love?" He agreed readily and they took their time, being affectionate, caressing one another, just enjoying being together. After they had dried off, and were lying in bed, Steve took her hand in his own, squeezing gently. "My Sweet Angela, I'm afraid I'm going to have to get back to work tomorrow, or I'm not going to have a job!" He laughed. She nodded, knowing he was correct. "Yes, I'm sure they aren't very happy with you missing so much work lately, but I've certainly been enjoying it." She lay there for a moment, then said, "I think now that I've spoken with Dan, and he knows the truth, I can breathe easier and let you go back to work. After all, we do need to get some kind of a normal schedule for ourselves. I'll miss you, but I'm going to talk to my lawyer tomorrow about the divorce."

"That sounds like a good plan."

"I think so. I'm ready to get things started, and get Dan out of my life and you into it, permanently." Angela raised up and kissed him softly. "Now, let's get some sleep, so that you CAN go to work tomorrow." She squeezed his hand and then snuggled up beside him, happy to feel his arm around her as she drifted off to sleep.

A few hours earlier, an enraged Dan Simmons had thrown the telephone he'd held in his hand across the room. He didn't care that he would have to pay for the damage that was caused by his actions, nor that he had scared the young woman that was sitting on his bed nearly to death. Her brown eyes were wide as she watched him storm around the room, cursing. "The little slut! She thinks she can get away with this, does she? Well, we'll just see about that! Cold as ice for me, then she goes and finds a lover, does she? I'll cut off his dick and make him eat it." The girl started to rise from the bed, thinking it would be best to get out of the room before he noticed her again, not caring in the least that she was barefoot, but her slight movement called his attention to her. His eyes fastened on the girl, and a predatory look came into them. "Just where do you think you're going, Sweetheart?" His voice was oily, and she stopped in her tracks. Softly, she said "Well, I thought that you..." He didn't let her finish, but strode over to her and grabbed her arm, pushing her back down to the bed. "You're not being paid to think, and I'm not through with you yet. In fact, I think it's time for some more fun." He grabbed her by the arms and lifted her bodily backwards onto the bed. She was terrified at the look in his eyes, and began praying she'd make it out of the room alive. "Now, we're going to have some fun, my Pretty, or at least I am." Dan grinned at her, then reached out, grabbed the neck of her top, and ripped it into two pieces, then grabbed her breasts roughly through her skimpy bra.

The girl cried out when he pinched her nipples through the thin fabric, and then he tore it away also, leaving her bare breasted. With a slight growl, he yanked her jeans down over her shapely legs, and now she was clad only in her sexy red panties. Dan eyed her hungrily, feeling mean and angry, and thrilled that he had someone with him that he could treat as he pleased. She was a luscious piece of ass that he had picked up in the bar, and after he found out she was a prostitute, he'd been even happier. She was only 20, and very new to the game, and he was enjoying breaking her in thoroughly. He was only the third customer she'd ever had, and now she was wishing she'd never left home, but it was too late. He grabbed her bare breasts, squeezing them and plucking at her nipples, then fastened his mouth around one of the turgid tips, sucking hard, as he thrust his fingers into the waistband of her panties, playing with her nether lips. Now he began biting the nipple, as he began to finger-fuck his playmate, making her cry out in pain. "Oh, yeah, bitch, you like that, don't you?" he snarled. "Unzip my fly, now, so I can give you what you want." Tears trickling down her face, the girl managed to undo his zipper and pulled out his cock without being told. "I knew you wanted it, slut."

Dan grinned at her again, and then pushed her panties to one side, slamming his hard cock into her not quite ready pussy, making her scream. He laughed and slammed into her again and again, tweaking her nipples, making her plead with him not to hurt her more. "Shut up! I'll do whatever I want." He found himself getting more and more aroused with each thrust, and felt like he could continue for hours. He fucked the girl until he had finally had enough, and pulled out of her, to shoot his cum all over her breasts and face. She was sobbing by the time he'd finished, and he threw several hundred dollar bills at her. "Get out of here now, I'm done with you." He didn't even allow her to clean up, just gave her enough time to pull on her jeans and the remnants of her top, and then shoved her out the door, shoes in hand. He knew that he'd paid her well enough, that no one would come after him, even if she complained. He took a long shower, and then lay down on the bed. Now that he had spent some of his anger, he felt ready to plot and plan against his bitch wife and her lover.

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve awoke early the next morning, slipping out of the bed after kissing Angela’s bare shoulder as she stirred at his movement. He smiled as she curled herself up in the blankets and went right back to sleep. He moved into the bathroom showering and shaving as quietly as he could so that he wouldn’t disturb Angela. Dressing in the same clothes he had worn yesterday he walked down to the kitchen, starting the coffee as he moved around the house collecting the small cameras he had borrowed from Talber’s store. He drank his coffee as he packed all the equipment up before heading upstairs again.

“Morning.” Angela greeted him drowsily as he entered the bedroom, rubbing her eyes with the back of one hand as she sat up in bed.

“Good Morning, beautiful.” Steve replied as he sat on the edge of the bed beside her, his fingers combing through her thick dark hair. “I’m off to work now.” He announced rather sadly, there was nothing he’d like more then to stay there all day with her.

“Will you be here tonight?” Angela asked, unsure if he’d go back to his apartment or spend the night with her again.

“Of course,” Steve said smiling as he leaned down kissing her full lips. “I really need to go now,” He told Angela as he reluctantly stood up. “If I’m late I’m not sure I’m still going to have a job.”

“Okay,” Angela replied, watching as he headed out of the room. “I’ll see you tonight.”

It was a long day at work for Steve. Mr. Talber was on his case from the minute he walked into the store until it was time to leave, and then he asked Steve to stay late and receive a last minute repair job. Grumbling, Steve agreed and half an hour later was finally on his way home to Angela.

Arriving at the Simmons’ house, Steve was surprised to see a small car parked in the driveway. Wondering who was there he headed to the front door and knocked, unsure if Angela’s guest would be expecting him to just walk in the house.

“Oh hello, Steve.” Laura Essinger said as she opened the door after a few moments. “Angela’s is in the kitchen.” She explained as she shut the door behind him.

“Hi Laura.” Steve responded trying to hide his shock at seeing Mrs. Essinger there. “I’ll be right back,” He told her as he moved toward the kitchen. As he entered he saw Angela with her back to him at the counter preparing dinner. Moving up close behind her, Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked down at what she was doing. “Hello.” He said simply as he kissed her neck.

“You make it very hard to chop carrots,” Angela replied in mock irritation as she put the knife down and turned in his arms to face him. “Welcome home, I missed you.” She told him, smiling as she leaned up and kissed him.

“I missed you too,” Steve said a little breathlessly once they finally parted. “How was your day?”

“Lonely, but better now.” Angela said as she turned and resumed cooking.

“What’s Laura doing here?” Steve asked after a few seconds of just watching her work.

“Oh, she called after I got back from the lawyers. She’s lonely and doesn’t really know what to do with herself without Paul.” Angela told him as she turned to face him, leaning one hip against the counter. “I told her she could stay here for a few days until she got everything sorted out.” She told him, looking to see if he approved of her inviting Laura to stay with them.

“That’s good, I’d hate for her to be alone at a time like this,” Steve replied, smiling as he moved over to gather up some plates and utensils. “I’ll go set the table,” He volunteered as he backed out of the kitchen, leaving Angela alone to continue cooking.

Dinner started off slightly strained, none of them really knowing what to say to each other as they sat around the table. Laura seemed almost embarrassed by her presence there, looking down at her plate whenever either Steve or Angela spoke to her. It wasn’t until dessert that Laura seemed to finally get comfortable and started answering some of their questions.

“So, Laura,” Steve asked as Angela got up to get another drink, “tell me a bit more about yourself. What did you do before you were married?”

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Laura looked down at her hands again, at Steve's question, her eyes fastening on the wedding set she still wore. "Well, before I met Paul, I worked as a waitress. A...well, a cocktail waitress actually." A slight flush stained her cheeks, as if she were extremely embarrassed to admit such a thing. "I was very young," she said, a bit defensively, as if one of them had spoken ill of such a thing. "I just couldn't find anything else that paid very well. I was alone, you see....my parents had died, and I didn't have any other family. It wasn't a very easy life." Angela had come back to the table by now, and she nodded. Laura would have probably been easy pickings for the drunken customers, she could imagine. She was very pretty, and so unassuming, that Angela could easily see what she might have had to put up with. Laura seemed to relax a bit, with neither of them interrupting, and actually looked up to meet their eyes again. Seeing no condemnation in either face, she continued. "There were some of the men that would come back again and again, just to try to go out with me...and the other waitresses too, for that matter. It didn't help that we had to wear uniforms that showed off practically all of our bodies. We all got grabbed and pinched, and we were told we couldn't fight back, if we wanted to keep our jobs and make good tips." She shuddered a bit. "Sometimes, I can still feel their hands on me....sliding over my bottom...up my legs....other places..... I wasn't a prude, but I wasn't easy, either. I managed to stay pure a lot longer than some of the girls, but there was one customer in particular...a big man. He refused to take no for an answer. He had a lot of money, and my boss really liked him."

Laura paused to take a sip of her drink, then continued. "One night, my boss called me into his office after closing, just before I went home, and the man was there. He told me that the man had paid him a lot of money to have an hour alone with me in the office, and that since it was more that I was worth, he was giving me to him....then he left, and locked the door. I didn't know what to do, and the man was just standing there, grinning at me. He sat down in the boss' chair, and patted his lap and said 'Come on over here, Darlin'.....'cause I'm gonna get me some of that sweet little p...pussy tonight.' " She stammered a bit over the word. "When I didn't move, he got up and came over to me and grabbed me. 'If you don't cooperate with me, Darlin', this is gonna hurt really bad' and then he threw me over the desk, and proceeded to have his way with me. I couldn't help it, I screamed and fought the whole time, but he just kept laughing and saying how much he liked it. He made my first time a nightmare, and then he kept on and on...for the whole hour. He didn't finish until my boss knocked on the door to let him know time was up, and then he left me on the floor, with my uniform torn off. I was crying, and I heard him say to my boss 'She's a damn nice fuck, Rollie, I'll be back for more another time'. Then when he left, my boss came over and told me to go clean up and go home....and that I owed him for a new uniform!"

Laura laughed a bit bitterly at the horrified expressions on their faces. "I'm not telling you two this to get sympathy, just to explain how I got involved and fell in love with Paul. If you can believe it, I paid that jerk for the uniform and kept the job. Soon after that, I met Paul. He came in one night with some buddies for a bachelor party, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so handsome, and looked like he'd be able to take care of anything. He didn't seem to notice me then, but as the evening wore on, he started looking at me and smiling. That just happened to be the next time the other man came back in, wanting more of me. Paul apparently overheard me telling the man that I would have nothing else to do with him, and watched him follow me into the back. He had me pinned up against the wall with his hand between my legs and the other one over my mouth, when Paul came up behind him and knocked him out. He had me from that moment on. He was so wonderful at first, and treated me like a queen. He started taking care of me, and I was able to quit that horrible job. He finally moved me in with him, convincing me I shouldn't live alone. I see now, all the time he was setting me up, to be so dependent on him, I'd never be able to fight back. After we first married, he began talking about 'spicing up' our sex life, and because I was so devoted to him, I did anything and everything he wanted. If you can think of something kinky, I've probably done it, and more than once. The best times were when he brought in other women to join us...they were always softer and more gentle." Laura looked back down at her hands. "That's one reason I offered to join you two in that way....but mainly because then I wanted Paul free. Now, I hope he never gets out of jail. I'm just not certain what I'm going to do now." The torrent of words ceased at last, and her face seemed calmer.

Angela traded a glance with Steve that said it all. ~What a bastard~ she thought. ~He was as bad as the first man that raped her, only really, he's worse. He raped her mind too.~ Aloud, she said, "Well, you can stay here for as long as you like, until you figure things out. That's what friends are for." Laura gave her a greatful smile and nodded. "Now if it's ok with you two, I think I'm going to go take a bath and go to bed. I'm exhausted." "Certainly," Steve said, "You go right ahead. Get some rest, Laura. You've been through a lot." She favoured him with a smile as well, and then left the room. After a few moments, Steve began to clear the table, and when Angela got up to help, he waved her back to her seat. "You cooked, Love, you shouldn't have to clean up also." "You are the sweetest man in the world, do you know that?" Angela kissed him on the cheek, before sitting down again. "Poor Laura...she's been through Hell and back, hasn't she?" Steve asked. "Yes, she has, and it makes me ill to think that my husband had anything to do with that as well." Angela shook her head, frowning, then turned to look at Steve again. "What's say we make an early night of it too, Love? I know you have to be up for work tomorrow and I want some 'quality time' before we go to sleep." "That sounds wonderful, Pretty Lady. Let's go!" The two hurried upstairs, and moved quickly into each other's arms. The lovemaking was wonderful as usual; in fact, it seemed to get better each time. Angela sighed contentedly as she fell asleep in Steve's arms again.

So the days passed. Time for Paul's trial drew nearer and nearer, and nothing had been heard from Dan yet. Steve went to work each day, and Angela went about her errands, and Laura continued to stay with them. All was well, until the day that Steve came home from work late.

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve was enjoying staying at Angela’s house, he’d never really lived with anyone before and coming home to her was the highpoint of his day. Having Laura around had felt like an intrusion the first couple of days but he had gotten used to having the attractive although very timid brunette around. He even found himself looking forward to the conversations the three of them had over dinner every night. Mrs. Essinger was slowly coming out of her shell, her personality overcoming the years of mental and emotion conditioning her bastard husband had put her through. He smiled when he thought of the time a few days ago when early in the morning he’d walked into the kitchen completely nude after a session of passionate lovemaking with Angela. Laura had been sitting at the table sipping a cup of hot tea as he entered, her eyes running over his naked body for a few seconds before she smiled at him.

“Morning,” she’d greeted him with a knowing smile as Steve tried to cover himself in embarrassment.

“Ah… Morning.” Steve stammered blushing a furious red color as he tried to hide his exposed genitals from her penetrating look. “I… I didn’t think you’d be up.” He explained lamely as he tried to decide if he should just turn tail and flee the room.

“Oh, I’m usually up early.” Laura said with a smirk as she stood up and carried her teacup to the sink. “I can see you were up early as well,” she said with a slightly naughty giggle as she glanced at his crotch. “Have a good day, Steve.” She said as she moved by him, her lithe body moving easily under the thin nightgown she was wearing. Steve watched her leave the room, his eyes automatically tracing her figure before he moved to the refrigerator. As he poured himself a drink, Steve couldn’t help but think of the proposal Laura had put to him and Angela a few days ago. The image of Laura and Angela kissing replayed through his mind as he headed back upstairs to bed. He’d definitely have to broach the idea to Angela again, Steve thought to himself as he headed back up to bed.

“What’s with the grin?” Angela asked him as he slid under the sheets with her, curling closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her nude body.

“Laura was in the kitchen.” Steve replied as she settled close to him, her head on his chest.

“Did she see anything?”

“Just about everything,” Steve told chuckled as he told her of his walking into the kitchen nude and Laura’s reaction. Angela laughed when Steve told her of the rather embarrassing encounter and then was silent for a few minutes before raising her head and looking deep into his eyes.

“Do you think Laura’s sexy?” Angela asked him softly.

“Yes, she’s very attractive.”

“Do you want to have sex with her?” Angela asked, biting her lip in uncertainty as she looked up at him.

“Only if it doesn’t come between you and me,” Steve told her, his fingers running through her dark hair. “I love you, Angela, and I don’t want anything to endanger that.”

“I love you as well,” Angela replied with a smile as she lifted herself up to kiss him. “I’ve… I’ve been thinking about what Laura told us the first night she came here, about being with both of us.” She told him, blushing slightly as she confessed her thoughts.

“And?” Steve prompted.

“Well, I’ve never been with another woman but I can’t stop thinking about the way it felt when she kissed me.”

They were both quiet for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence and thinking over what they had said. Steve was the one to finally break the silence, “Do you… I mean, would you…” He stammered, trying to figure out the best way to ask the question.

“Yeah, I think I would like to.” Angela answered her eyes bright in the dark bedroom as she smiled at his hesitation.

“Me too,” Steve told her as he lowered his face to hers kissing her full lips as he hugged her to him, his body throbbing with desire for her.

That evening when Steve had arrived home from work he was greeted at the door by Angela.

“Well, hello beautiful,” Steve said kissing her cheek as his eyes ran over her slender body in appreciation. Steve could see that she was both excited and nervous from the way she couldn’t stand still without fidgeting. “What’s up?”

“She said yes.” Angela told him, a nervous little smile playing on her lips. “I asked her at lunch and Laura agreed.”

“She agreed to… to be with us?” Steve asked, as he stepped into the house.

Angela just nodded her head as she led him into the dining room.

Later that night as Steve and Angela sat on the couch in each other’s arms; Laura entered the living room and sat down beside Steve. Leaning in she kissed the side of his neck as he put his arm around her slender shoulder, drawing Laura close to him. They sat there like that for a few minutes in silence, Angela looking across Steve’s chest as Laura’s hand caressed her lover’s thigh. She felt a pang of jealousy as Steve turned his head, kissing Laura’s full lips as her hand moved higher on his leg. As Mrs. Essinger’s fingers slid gently over the fly of Steve’s pants, Angela reached out, her hand covering Laura’s as she guided the other woman’s hand to the hard bulge of his manhood.

Steve inhaled sharply as he felt the two women’s hands caress him through the constraining fabric of his pants. Lifting his mouth from Laura’s he glanced down at Angela, seeing her give him a reassuring smile as her fingers continued to trace the contours of his erection. Steve’s fingers combed gently through Angela’s dark curls, tracing the line of her spine down her back as Laura leaned over him, her hand cupping Angela’s chin as she kissed her deeply. Angela tensed as Laura’s mouth met hers before giving herself over to the sensation of the other woman’s kiss.

Angela could tell that Steve was excited by the sight of them kissing as his erection seemed to pulse madly under her caressing fingers. His hand had slid down her back, his fingers slipping into the waistband of her pants as Laura’s lips parted and her tongue darted quickly into Angela’s mouth. She moaned softly as she returned the passionate kiss, feeling Laura’s hand trace down her throat to cup one of her full breasts. The other woman’s fingers gently caressed Angela, causing her to sigh in pleasure as Laura rubbed her jutting nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Laura’s tongue slid over Angela’s lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of her wine as Steve ran his hand through her long brown hair, combing his fingers through it gently as he watched the two women kiss. His hand massaged her shoulder, slipping down and into the collar of her shirt, his fingers caressing the soft skin of her neck. Turning her body slightly, Mrs. Essinger arched her back as she felt his hand slide across her chest to fondle her breast, his fingers lightly tracing circles around her aureole. “Hmm, I love how you touch me,” Laura moaned softly, pressing her breast against the warm palm of his hand as she broke the kiss with Angela.

“He is good isn’t he?” Angela said with a hint of pride in her voice as the two women turned to look at Steve sitting between them. “Shall we?” Angela asked, arching an eyebrow at Laura.

“Let’s.” Laura replied with a smile as the two women turned their attention to Steve. Angela pressed her mouth against his, kissing him passionately as Laura kissed along the sensitive sides of his neck, her fingers deftly undoing his shirt as she licked and nibbled her way down to his chest. Her tongue snaked out, licking across the muscles of his stomach as her hands worked at unhitching his pants.

“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” Steve suggested in a breathless voice as Angela started to follow Laura down, kissing a trail down his chest as the other woman opened his pants, her long fingers dipping into his boxers to caress the length of him.

“Not yet,” Laura told him with a naughty smile as she drew him out of his pants, her hand gently tracing the contours of his erection as Angela’s hand joined hers.

Steve had to bite his lip, holding himself back as the two women began to stroke him in unison, watching them as they glanced at each other with lust filled eyes. It was almost too much for him as Laura and Angela began licking him, their tongues entwining with each other as they tasted him. “It’s… its too good.” Steve panted, watching the women share him as if he was an ice cream cone.

“It’s only just beginning to get good,” Laura promised him as she took him into her mouth, Angela’s mouth covering the portion of his shaft that she couldn’t fit with hot kisses.

Laura hadn’t been lying either, Steve thought to himself as he pulled his car into Angela’s driveway. That night had been one of the most amazing nights he’d ever experienced. They had all finally collapsed on Angela’s bed sometime in the early morning, completely exhausted but blissfully satiated. Although he had enjoyed having Laura, Steve had been most excited by the sight of the two women locked in a tight embrace as they made love to each other. It had been a memorable evening for them all and Angela and he had invited Laura back into their bed twice since then, enjoying the passion she brought to their lovemaking. Maybe Angela will be up for it again tonight, Steve thought to himself as he climbed out of his car and entered the house. Angela had given him a key after the first couple of nights he’d stayed there so that he wasn’t surprised when no one met him as he walked into the living room.

“Hello?” Steve called out, a strange feeling of something being amiss striking him as he entered the too quiet house. “Angela? Laura?” He called as he moved into the kitchen and then up to the bedroom when they didn’t’ answer.

“Hello?” He asked as he poked his head into the bedroom, his eyes falling to a white envelope that was sitting in the middle of the bed. Curious Steve opened the envelope to find a note written in an angry scrawl, the large black letters almost illegible from the emotion behind them.

Press play, asshole!

A feeling of impending disaster gripped Steve’s stomach as he picked up the remote from the bedside table, turning the television on and waiting until it warmed up before pressing play on the DVD player.

“Hello, asshole,” Dan’s voice came out of the television as a jerky camera shot showed him standing in the bedroom. “I’ve got something you might want.” He said simply, indicating with a nod of his head for the camera to pan over to the bed.

Steve felt his breath catch in his throat as the camera moved, panning over Angela’s body as she lay there bound and gagged, struggling against the ropes as her husband chuckled off camera.

“Although, you might not want her by the time we get through with her.” Dan chuckled as he knelt down on the bed beside his bound wife. “Isn’t that right, Paul?”

“’Bout time, Angela was shown a good time.” Paul Essinger said, smiling smugly towards the camera as he knelt on the other side of the struggling woman. “Put the camera down, Laura and get over here.” He commanded just as the picture blinked out to be replaced by static.

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

The day had started as it normally had, with making love with Steve before he'd left for work, showering and breakfasting, and then going about whatever plans Angela had for the day. Steve had managed to keep himself out of any more trouble with his boss, and because of his happiness with Angela, was outdoing himself at work, and making the boss very happy. That morning Laura had been absent from the breakfast table, but Angela didn't think too much of it. She didn't eat with them every day. She sat sipping her coffee after Steve left, thinking about what she wanted to get done that day. She heard Laura come into the kitchen, and turned to smile at her. She saw some evidence of strain around Laura's eyes, as if she hadn't slept well the night before.

"Are you alright?" Angela asked, concerned for her friend.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes....just tired. I'm going to get some coffee....may I sit with you?"

"Certainly. Please do."

Angela watched as the other woman poured her drink and then seated herself. After watching her for a few moments, she put her hand out to cover Laura's. "Are you certain you're alright? You don't look at all well."

"Well.....honestly....I'm missing Paul. A lot. I know he's done some terrible things, and I know he deserves punishment, but I was with him for so long....I'm just lonely for him." A tear fell onto Angela's hand, and she saw that Laura was struggling with deep emotion. She hugged her gently.

"I'm sure you are. Even when someone doesn't treat us as well as they should, it's difficult to give up the relationship sometimes, especially after that long."

Laura nodded. "I'm so glad you understand Angela. It means a lot to me....more than you'll ever know. I'm really glad I've gotten to be with you....to make love to you. You're such a beautiful woman, I can see why Paul wanted you."

Angela found herself blushing a bit. "You're too kind, my friend."

"No, I mean it. You're so beautiful, I can see why it would drive a man mad if he couldn't have you, if he wanted you. You're very sexy, even if you don't realize it."

A small corner of Angela's mind felt this was a bit of an odd conversation for them to be having, but she ignored it, chalking it up to Laura's being distraught, and to the lovely nights she and Steve had shared with her.

"Well, thank you very much. You're beautiful too, and I know you're going to find someone wonderful eventually, once all this is behind you." Angela got up to get the coffee pot, to refill both their cups.

"I don't know..." Laura said doubtfully. "I don't know if any man would want to be with me after all this. Paul's probably the only one that would accept all the things I've done. He is a good lover...." She sounded wistful. Angela came back to the table and poured the hot liquid into both cups, then set it back on the burner. She re-joined Laura at the table, and drank deeply, trying to think of what she might say to comfort her somehow. After a few moments, she found her head felt odd....she felt very dizzy, and couldn't seem to focus. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, but it didn't help. She tried to speak, but couldn't seem to think how to form words. She tried to rise, but found herself sinking to the floor by the chair, looking up at the ceiling. She heard Laura's chair scrape against the kitchen floor, and then her footsteps, sounding as if they were in an echo chamber, then the other woman's face appeared over hers. "Angela? Can you hear me? Can you move?" She waited a moment, then nodded. "I'm truly sorry for this. You've been a good friend to me....but Paul needs me." She moved out of Angela's sight, and then her voice could be heard in the other room. The words were unintelligble now, just sounds. Now more footsteps, heavier, were coming her way. Two other faces appeared over her, but her vision was too blurry now to make them out. She seemed to hear a very menacing chuckle and she felt hands on her body, lifting her, but darkness was trying to swallow her, and though she fought it, it was too strong for her.

When Angela began to come to herself, she moaned a bit, and tried to move, finding she couldn't, at least not much. Her head hurt, and her mouth was dry. She slowly opened her eyes, to see her familiar ceiling above her. Then she heard a voice. One that she did not want to hear, and certainly not here in her bedroom. "Ah, I think our little piece of ass is awake..." Dan's face suddenly loomed over her. "Come on over Paul, and take a look." Now, Paul Essinger's face was in her vision as well. She felt ill. Now she became aware that her hands were bound behind her, and her legs were spread apart, her ankles tied to the bedposts at the foot. At the moment, she was still clothed, but she was certain that wouldn't make much difference. There was a piece of cloth stuffed into her mouth and tied tightly behind her head. Both men were grinning down at her unpleasantly. "Look who made bail!" Dan said, gloating. "Bet you and Lover Boy weren't expecting that. I was happy to help out my old pal though." He clapped Paul on the back.

"Guess you're wondering what happened to your cozy little setup here. Well, after I bailed out my good buddy here, he managed to get his little slut wife on the phone and talk some sense into her. Now she knows no one else will have her, and that Paul and I can take good care of her in every way. We just gave her the drugs and had her put them in your coffee. Worked real well too. We just waited in the other part of the house until you were out, and then brought you here and trussed you up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Now we're going to make a little film to leave for the bastard, and then we're going away." Angela now heard Laura enter the room. She glanced over and saw that the woman was carrying a video camera. Paul walked over to her, took the camera, and pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly. When he let her go, Angela could see her eyes shining with happiness. She felt ill.

Paul strode back over to the bed, and leered down at her. "Guess I'm finally going to get some of that hot pussy of yours after all." He licked his lips. "I can't wait to feel you clamping down on my cock as I fuck you like you've never been fucked before....no offense, buddy." He winked at Dan, who only laughed. "None taken. Maybe we'll do it at the same time....she's never had her ass fucked, at least not that I know of." "That's a good idea....and Laura can suck on her tits while we do it. You'd like that, wouldn't you baby?" "Oh, yes, Paul....whatever you want." The woman was brainwashed again. Angela wanted to cry, but she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing that. Paul was looking her up and down, as if she were a meal and he was a starving man. Dan laughed. "Go ahead, Big Guy. Be my guest....just don't actually fuck her yet. We have to at least let Lover Boy think we might let her go unharmed, if he behaves." Paul licked his lips again, then ran his palms over Angela's breasts. Having her hands behind her back made them jut upwards a bit more, and he was obviously enjoying it. He moved his hands slowly over her blouse, rubbing and caressing, grinning at her the whole time. "Your tits feel so good, little whore, I'm going to enjoy sucking on them." He took his thumbs and rubbed over her nipples until he had forced them to harden. "Mmmm, boy, look at that Danny boy....she wants it."

Angela tried to think if she could somehow escape, but she didn't see how, not being tied up and gagged. If only Steve would come home. Of course, if he did, they would probably hurt him, and she didn't want that. "Let's make the tape. I want some of this bitch now." Paul was suddenly impatient. "My dick is so hard, I'm gonna explode in my pants, if I don't get some relief." Dan laughed, and nodded. Angela listened and watched in despair as they made their evil film. She couldn't help but struggle against her bonds, praying that somehow she might loosen them, but to no avail. Now, Dan was kneeling at her side on the bed, and then Paul had joined him. She heard Paul say “Put the camera down, Laura and get over here,” and then her weight was added to that of the others. She knew they were no longer filming. "We won't do too much here," Dan cautioned, "Just in case the bastard comes home early. I want to be out of here and where he can't find us, until we want him too." "Ok, ok...I agree...but just let me have a bit of that pussy first." Dan shrugged. "Make it quick then."

Angela felt horror course through her, as Paul shoved her skirt up around her hips and ripped her panties off. Now she was bare to his eyes, and he liked what he saw. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dan push Laura's head down to his crotch, shoving his cock into her open mouth. "Oh, yeah...." she heard him mutter. Paul had unzipped his own fly, and pulled out his cock, stroking himself. "Now, then...." He moved between her legs and tapped the head of his cock against her opening. "All mine at last, you tasty little puss..." She felt him sliding into her, and she couldn't help but scream into the gag. He only laughed, and rammed back into her. Fortunately, he was so excited that he came quickly, and Angela only had to endure him for a couple of minutes, before he pulled out and shot his cum all over her skirt. To the side, Dan was filling Laura's throat with his own orgasm. If Angela hadn't been gagged, she would have thrown up, but she made herself calm down, for fear of choking.

After the two men had collected themselves, Dan ejected the tape, scribbled a quick note, and laid it aside. "Alright, let's get out of here. Can't wait to see what happens when we call him later." Both men laughed nastily, then Dan untied Angela's ankles. She tried to kick him, but this earned her a slap across the cheek from Paul that stunned her so, that by the time she was really aware again, Dan had bound her ankles together, and slung her over his shoulder. They made their way to the garage, dumped her into the trunk of Paul's car, and took off.

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve sank to the bed, his mouth hanging open as he stared dumbly at the static on the television. The tape had just ended and he couldn’t even get his shocked mind to work enough to put a sentence together. Everything came crashing down around him, the happiness of meeting Angela, staying with her, loving her…

His shoulders were wracked by one powerful sob as he thought of the woman he loved being held captive by those two assholes. She was going to be raped if she hadn’t been already. They’d beat her, abuse her… abuse Angela’s perfect body and soul. As he sat there, he felt the shock of the day’s events being slowly replaced with a smoldering anger. Hatred filled his mouth with bile as he remembered the cocky expressions Dan and his pal Paul had worn during their vile videotape.

Steve was suddenly aware that his fingers were aching from gripping the remote control so tightly his knuckles were white. Standing up he shut the television off before he stormed out of the bedroom, heading down to the kitchen where Angela kept a bottle of whiskey. He stood at the counter pouring himself shot after shot until he felt the fiery liquor begin to temper the seething rage that had settled into the back of his mind. He wasn’t drunk yet, but he was far from sober as the phone rang.

“Hello?” Steve answered the phone, his mind clearing as he heard Angela’s voice on the other end.

“Steve?” Her voice sounded weak and full of emotion, “Steve, please…”

“Angela?!” Steve called out, his ears straining to hear any sound from the phone, “Don’t worry love, I’ll save you… I’ll…”

“You’re not going to do anything, asshole.” Dan’s laughing voice cut in, “You’re not going to do a god damned thing but sit there and wait for our next phone call. We’ll have instructions for you if you ever want to see the slut again.”

“What do you want?” Steve asked, his voice sounding pleading even to his own ears as the small red ball of his hate seemed to expand in his mind. “I’ll… I’ll do anything to get Angela back.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will, lover boy.” Paul Essinger’s voice cut in, his voice sounding triumphant. “Oh, and by the way, I fucked your little cunt and she told me I’m much better then you, pencil dick.”

“God damn you, Essinger.” Steve hissed, knowing the lie but hating the thought of Angela having to tolerate the brute’s touch. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you sonuvabitch.”

“I don’t think so, asshole.” Paul chuckled as the phone went dead.

Frustrated, Steve hurled the phone across the room as he swore angrily. He had to find a way to get her back, he had to! Throwing himself down a the couch, Steve held his head in his hands and thought, desperately trying to come up with some plan, some way to outsmart, outmaneuver those two bastards.

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“Hmm, I don’t think he wanted to hear from us.” Dan chuckled as he put the phone down before turning to look at his bound wife as she struggled against the ropes that bound her to the bed. “I bet he’s going mad from helplessness,” He taunted Angela as he moved across the cheap hotel room he and Paul had rented days ago.

“Probably,” Paul agreed as he sipped at the beer in his hand, his eyes running over their captive. “I don’t understand it though. I mean she’s a fine piece of ass but nothing worth this much trouble over.”

“He’s in love,” Dan replied, his eyes rolling in exasperation to reveal what he thought of that idea. “Some guys get all mushy about women.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Paul shrugged as he put the now empty bottle down and stood up, “That’s why I’m glad I got Laura… no real attachment but a fantastic fuck.”

“Have to agree with you their, buddy.” Dan laughed, “Speaking of which, where is she?”

“Next door, she wanted to lay down after our little ‘reunion’,” Paul said, “I had to remind her of what being my wife was all about. Why?”

“Go wake her up,” Dan said, his eyes never leaving Angela’s. “I think it’s about time our wives got better acquainted, don’t you?”

“That’s a hell of an idea,” Paul chuckled as he left for his own room. “I’ll be right back.”
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Steve moved aimlessly through the house, his mind spinning in circles as he sought some clue, some hint that would help him get Angela back. Standing in the doorway to her office, his eyes fell on the computer as he remembered something. That first day, Angela’s credit card receipts had been on her computer. They did their banking online! If Dan had used his credit card in the last couple of days, Steve could find out where.

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Angela hated them. With all the passion and fire in her soul, she despised the two men that were holding her, and Laura also, for that matter, prisoner. She had never hated anyone in her life, but now she did. On her ride in the trunk of the car, she had envisioned somehow freeing herself and signalling for help, but the ropes held her too tightly. She could only lie there, bouncing around a bit, and waiting to see where they were taking her. She'd almost dozed off when she felt the car stop. Soon, she could hear footsteps crunching on gravel, and then the trunk was opened, revealing Dan's leering face. "Have a nice ride, Dear?" he asked sardonically. "If you didn't like this one, I'll be giving you one soon that I'm certain you'll like better." He laughed, then looked around. Apparently, there was no one around to witness him lifting her from the trunk, for he did so, slinging her over his shoulder and then closing the lid. He strode forward, and Angela realized they were at some hole-in-the-wall hotel somewhere. She would be willing to bet this was where Dan might have had some of his liasons. He carried her into the room, and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.

Flipping on the lamp next to the bed, Dan sat down on the edge, looking at her. "In case you're wondering, Paul and Laura have the room right next door," he informed her. "They'll join us in a bit. They have some....reaquainting...to do. As do we...." He reached out and brushed her hair off her face, his eyes cold. "You're still a beautiful woman, Angela. I still desire you very much. If you had only done what I wanted, we could have been very happy. As it is, I still will be...you, on the other hand..." He shrugged, then placed his hands on top of her breasts, massaging them through her blouse and bra. "Mmmm....they do still feel wonderful, Angel..." he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, causing them to spring to life, to her dismay. Dan laughed. "Still just as sensitive as ever I see." He stood and stretched, then said "Well, I suppose you're wondering just what's going to happen to you. I'll be glad to tell you." He walked over to the dresser, where Angela saw he had a small overnight bag, which he opened and drew out a knife. Her eyes widened, but he laughed at the expression on her face. "Oh, don't worry, Princess, I'm not going to cut you with it. You're far too valuable unmarked....for now, at least. This is simply to get rid of that unnecessary blouse and bra you have on. I'm not untying you, after all."

Dan walked over to the bed, and unbuttoned her blouse, smoothing his hands over her breasts again and again as he did so. As he began undressing her, he spoke. "Paul and I are going to enjoy your tasty body for a few days, along with Laura, while we lead Lover Boy on a merry chase looking for you. Then, we're going to start having some paying 'customers' come in and enjoy you, but by then, we'll be moved to another location. When we've made enough money, and you and Laura have paid your penance to us, we might let you go free, after we've left the country, of course. Or we may just sell you to the highest bidder. We haven't quite decided yet. Some of it will depend on just how well you cooperate. You can fight us all you want...that's exciting. Breaking you will be one of the best things I've ever done, my Ice Princess." By now, Angela's blouse and bra had been removed, and she lay bare from the waist up, her wrists tightly bound. "God, you look hot like that..." Dan's eyes gleamed with lust.

He yanked her skirt down, and then she was bare, as they had never put her panties back on after Paul raped her. Dan leaned over and buried his nose between her thighs, sniffing her hungrily, then she felt his mouth close over her nether lips, and his tongue slithered inside her. She began to thrash about, to try to escape the invasion, but it was useless. He grabbed her hips to still her, and pushed his tongue in and out of her still-moist pussy, catching her clit between his lips and sucking. To her horror, she felt her body betray her, flooding her womanhood with fluid, which he drank eagerly. Lifting his dripping mouth, he leered at her, and unzipped his fly quickly, pulling out his cock. "Now I'm going to remind myself just what I've been missing." He tried to slide inside, but she managed to clamp her thighs together. With a growl, he got off of her, unbound her ankles for a moment, and then secured first one, then the other, to the footboard, leaving her spread wide. "Now...." he snarled, and then she felt him inside her. He used her until he released his seed inside her, and then rolled off, panting. From next door, Angela thought she could hear muffled cries, and she wondered what Laura might be going through.

A short while later, Paul joined them in the room, and he smiled at the state of undress Angela was in. "Perfect! Nice and slutty, eh?" He winked at Dan. "I think it's time to make that call now." Dan nodded in agreement. He looked at his wife. "Now, Princess, we're going to call Lover Boy, and you're going to talk to him...just enough to let him know you're alive. Got it? If you scream or try to call attention to us, you and Laura will regret it, and so will he." He lifted the receiver and dialed the number, nodding to Paul to pull her gag down when he heard it ring. He put the earpiece to her ear, and Angela wanted to weep when she heard Steve's voice.

“Hello?”

“Steve?” She wanted to tell him she loved him, to come rescue her, but all she could manage was “Steve, please…”

The phone was jerked away and her gag was back in place. She began to fight with the little strength she had left, straining against her bonds, barely hearing what the men were saying to Steve. The next thing she became truly aware of, was Dan telling Paul to go get Laura, so they could get 'better aquainted'. She knew what that meant, and she wanted to cry, thinking of the lovely time she had shared with Steve and the other woman previously. She watched Dan move about the room, and saw he was setting up a video camera. He grinned at her, adjusting the focus. "Hmmmm....I think we'll call this 'The Slut Wives Club' or something like that. Or maybe 'Horny Sluts Who Like to Eat Pussy'....not sure yet." The door opened, and Paul ushered an exhausted looking Laura into the room. Her eyes were vacant and haunted, as he pushed her toward the bed. "Look, Baby," Paul said, "There's a juicy pussy, just waiting for your hot mouth and fingers. Go to it." Laura moved as if she were in a daze as she settled herself on the bed, between Angela's outstretched legs. She had had a robe on, but Paul slipped it from her shoulders and beneath it, she was as naked as Angela. She leaned forward slowly, and began licking the offering before her. Angela tried to catch her eye, but Laura wouldn't even look at her. She was licking at the other woman in the same skillful way she had the last time they'd made love with Steve, and despite how Angela felt about her situation, the sensation felt wonderful. She couldn't help but moan.

The soft sound made Laura increase her ministrations, and her hips began to move slightly. A bit breathlessly, Paul said, "Now, bitch, I'm going to remove your gag, so that Laura can have some fun too. So help me, if you make any sounds besides what you should, you'll wish you had never been born." To Laura, he said, "Move your sweet ass, Baby, so that the slut can lick your pussy too." He slid the gag from Angela's mouth, and then Laura settled herself there, still giving long slow licks to their captive. Angela was too aroused and too frightened not to do as she was told at the moment, so she began to do the same, causing Laura to moan into her cleft and work her mouth and tongue harder. The men had their dicks out and were stroking themselves, watching, as the camera ran.

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Meanwhile, Steve had been searching Angela's files trying to find something, anything, that could help him. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, then took another look at the screen. Suddenly a grim smile lit his face. "Yes!" he said triumphantly.

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve had been staring at the computer screen so long that his eyes felt full of sand and his shoulders had cramped up when he noticed the small notation in one of Angela’s files. “Dan’s Love Nest?” Steve read Angela’s note as he double clicked on the link, seeing a copy of a credit card statement pop up, a charge to a cheap fleabag hotel on the other side of town being highlighted. “The Dew Drop Inn,” Steve chuckled as he read over the receipt, copying down the address and phone number. It was a long shot that Dan had decided to stay there after abducting his wife but it was the only lead Steve had found in the hours of searching through their computers.

Picking up the phone, Steve dialed a number waiting as the phone rang for a long time before a sleepy voice picked up. “Hey, Charlie,” Steve said as his college roommate answered. “Are you still working for that security company? Good. Listen, I’ve got a huge favor to ask. No, don’t worry; it’s completely… well, mostly legal. Yeah, I’ll take responsibility. Yeah, here’s the plan.” Steve said, cutting off his friends many questions.
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“That’s it, you horny slut.” Dan sneered as his hand slid along the shaft of his erect cock as his wife’s tongue delved deep into another woman’s pussy. “I always knew you’d be a good pussy licker, Angela.” He chided as he watched the two women engage in a reluctant but lusty 69.

“Should have done this years ago,” Paul grunted as he masturbated to the hot sight in front of them, Laura’s mouth pressed tight to Angela’s pussy as her hands ran along her thighs.

“Couldn’t agree more, man,” Dan moaned, his hand speeding up as the two men watched their wives pleasure each other. “Which one should we fuck when they’re done?”

“Let’s start with Laura,” Paul said, his eyes sparkling with a sexual hunger. “Let her show Angela how a true slut takes two cocks.”

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“You don’t have to come in with me,” Steve said as he glanced over at Charlie. “It might get kind of hairy in there.”

“Dude, did you ever back out on me? Like that time junior year when I was busted with the two Asian whores and a bag of weed, you sat in that cell with me even though you didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.”

“I don’t think that cop ever believed you were just asking directions from them,” Steve laughed as he looked out through the windshield, the flashing neon sign lighting his face as his eyes traveled along the second floor pausing at Room 207, Dan’s usual room.

“Well, he let us go didn’t he?” Charlie laughed before suddenly becoming serious. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Steve? I mean we could call the cops and they’d take care of everything. Someone could get hurt in there.”

“We’ll call the cops after we know if they’re in there,” Steve said, his fingers running over the badge pinned to his blue shirt. Charlie had supplied him with the uniform, a uniform that looked close enough to a police uniform that it’d take several seconds for anyone to realize the emblem on the shoulder said Sitite Security. Steve had been reluctant to tell his friend about the situation with Angela and Dan but he’d had to confide in Charlie before he would agree to help.

“Then let me go first,” Charlie said as they stepped out of the car, each man holding a short black nightstick as they walked across the parking lot. “They know who you are, if they recognize you then we’re fucked. Stay back, let me take the lead.”

“I…” Steve started to say, his voice suddenly thick with gratitude at his former roommate’s assistance.

“Dude, don’t worry about it,” Charlie cut in with a laid back laugh, knowing what Steve was about to say. “Just remember me if she has an attractive friend or hot younger sister.”

“You got it,” Steve agreed with a grateful nod to Charlie as they stood on either side of the door leading to room 207. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Charlie announced as he pounded loudly on the door with the short end of his nightstick. “Open up, Police!” He bellowed, his voice dropping down low in a menacing growl as he continued to pound at the door.

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Angela was scarcely aware of the men talking as Laura's mouth and tongue moved over her most intimate self. She couldn't help but respond in kind, as her body remembered how good it had felt before, when Steve was there. Despite herself, she felt the sensations driving her toward orgasm, and she could tell by Laura's movements that she was heading that way as well. Dimly, she knew the men were pleasuring themselves as they watched, but at the moment, it no longer mattered. It would, soon enough, but since she had no choice in the matter, she gave herself up to the wave that suddenly crashed over her, and she felt Laura flood her mouth at the same time. She heard the men yell out their own orgasms, and then the room was filled only with the sounds of heavy breathing and the scents of sex and sweat for a several moments. "Man, that was intense!" she heard her husband say, and heard his partner in crime agree. Laura had not yet moved off of her, although she was lying still at the moment, her warm breath brushing Angela's inner thighs, her pussy still resting on Angela's face. She heard one of the men move over to the bed, and then Laura was removed. She saw it was Paul, and he grinned at her. "Thanks for the good cum, Baby. Dan's right...you are a good pussy licker." He had seated Laura on the bed, and she simply stared into space. He patted her on the head, as if she were a puppy. "Good girl, wifey-poo. You just keep doing it, just like that." Angela watched, feeling ill, as Laura looked up at him, her eyes shining wildly. ~She's lost her mind~ she thought, sadly.

"Now, how about we have the Ice Princess suck us to get us good and hard again, and then we'll show her how good your little slut takes it." Dan moved toward his wife, his cock still hanging out. He was already semi-hard again. "Oh, yeah....I like that idea. Laura, you sit right there on the bed, and don't move. We'll be with you in a minute." Paul patted her on the head again, and she made a small sound of pleasure. "Go ahead buddy....you can have first turn," Dan said generously, motioning toward his helpless wife. "Thanks, I think I will..." Paul was suddenly looming over her again, grinning. She knew that she would never get the sight of those stupid grins out of her mind for the rest of her life, even if she got out of this alive and unharmed. "Open up, whore, and take it like the little cocksucking bitch that you are." Paul tapped the head of his cock against her mouth, but she clamped her lips shut tight, glaring at him. "Oh, you want to play games, do you? See how you like this one, then..." He reached out and slapped her across the face, hard, bringing tears to her eyes and making her gasp with the pain. As soon as she opened her mouth, he rammed his cock into her parted lips. "You bite me, and you'll think that was a love tap I just gave you..." his tone was menacing enough to make her believe it, and numbly, she began to suck on him, her tongue running over the rapidly hardening shaft. "Oh, yeah....that's a good girl...." He reached down and rubbed his fingers over her nipples, following the path of her mouth with his free hand. Dan watched, his own hand stroking idly over himself. "She's a good little cocksucker Dan....they're gonna pay good money for this one..."

Angela felt hopelessness grasp her again. She didn't see how this could turn out well. She knew these two would never let her go. They'd either kill her if they got tired of playing with her and torturing her, or they'd sell her to someone who would probably do worse. She would most likely never see Steve again, and who knew what they might do to him, or send to him as well. She was quite certain they'd be making more phone calls and sending more video tapes just to torture him, knowing what was happening to her and that he wouldn't be able to save her. She felt Paul pull out of her mouth, and her own depraved husband moved toward her. At that moment, there was a heavy pounding on the door.

“Open up, Police!”

The pounding continued, as both men looked at each other. "Shit...I wonder if Lover Boy found out where we were and called the cops?"

"Quick...I'll stall 'em, you get the Princess into the bathroom out of sight."

Angela felt Dan quickly cut the ropes holding her to the bed with the knife that had been used earlier, and hurried into the bathroom with her, while Paul hurried to door, saying "Yeah, yeah....hold on a second...."

Her heart was pounding wildly, as her husband held her against his body, her back to his chest, and the knife at her throat. "Make one sound and I'll slit your throat, money or no..." She knew he meant it. Fortunately, the one window in the bathroom was too small for him to squeeze through, so she knew he wouldn't be escaping with her, but unfortunately, she wasn't sure what that was going to mean for her immediate future. She was slightly surprised to feel Dan's hard cock pressing into her bottom...apparently this was arousing him instead of having the opposite effect.

Meanwhile, outside in the room, Paul opened the door, to be confronted with what appeared to be a uniformed officer, who had a partner standing nearby. "What's the trouble, Officer?" Paul asked nonchalantly, leaning against the doorjamb.

"We got a complaint about a disturbance in this room. May we come in and have a look around?"

"Oh that? That was just me and my wife....having a little fun, if you know what I mean?" He chuckled, winking at the man.

"Well, we still need to come in and have a look, then we can be on our way."

"No problem." Paul didn't know what else to say, and as the first 'officer' moved by him, he got a look at the other man's face. "You!" he yelled loudly, lunging toward Steve, who swung the nightstick and caught him full on the side of the head. Paul Essinger dropped like a rock, and Laura screamed. At that, Dan moved out of the bathroom, holding Angela's naked body in front of him like a shield, the knife still at her throat.

"Well, well, well....." Dan sneered, seeing Paul on the floor and Laura kneeling over him. She had flown to his side the moment he hit the floor, and she was ignoring everyone else. "Ain't this a bitch? Or maybe I should say, ain't she a bitch?" He laughed, pressing the blade of the knife in just slightly to Angela's tender skin. "I see you were smart enough to find us somehow. Well, now what do we do?"

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve cursed himself as Paul’s eyes fell on him, the large man lunging towards him as he hollered. He’d known he should have stayed further back in the shadows but he’d been so anxious to see if Angela was there he’d thrown caution to the wind. You’ve fucked up now, boy. Steve thought to himself as he stepped back, his arm coming up, the hardened wood of the nightstick catching Paul hard on the side of his head. The large man fell instantly, his legs twitching for a second before he lay still.

“Well, well, well…” Dan sneered as he came out of the bathroom, holding Angela’s naked body in front of him, a knife to her throat. "Ain't this a bitch? Or maybe I should say, ain't she a bitch? I see you were smart enough to find us somehow. Well, now what do we do?"

“Are you okay, love?” Steve asked completely ignoring her asshole husband as he looked into Angela’s eyes. “Have they hurt you?”

“I’m… I’m okay.” She replied, her voice weak but glad to see her lover standing there in the hotel room with them.

“She won’t be for long unless you get the fuck out of my way,” Dan hissed, pressing the knife harder against her throat. “Step aside and let me leave or I’ll kill this bitch right here.”

“I don’t think so, Danny boy.” Steve replied coldly, switching his gaze from Angela to her captor. “First of all, your not exactly dressed for going anywhere,” Steve pointed out, motioning towards the other man’s exposed genitals. “Second of all, Charlie,” He motioned towards his friend, “is a very good shot.” As he said this, Charlie produced a very large black pistol, leveling it as he coolly took aim at Dan’s head. “So, what I think is going to happen is this: You’re going to drop the knife and release Angela. Then you’re going to take two steps back against the wall and stay there while we take Angela and Laura, if she wants to come, out of here.”

“And if I don’t?” Dan asked his eyes drawn to the large barrel that Charlie held aimed at his forehead.

“Then we’ll be leaving with Angela and Laura after you’re dead.” Steve told him coldly, “Now let her go and drop the knife.” To punctuate his command, Charlie thumbed back the hammer on his pistol.

“Okay… okay.” Dan said, dropping the knife and holding his hands up in a placating manner. “Just don’t… don’t shoot.”

“Angela,” Steve sighed in relief as she ran to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and holding him tight as her pent up emotions broke loose. “It’s alright, love, you’re okay.” Steve told her softly as she sobbed against his shoulder. “Let’s get out of here,” He suggested, grabbing a blanket from the bed and wrapping it around her shoulders. Walking backwards, Steve guided her to the door pausing to look back at Dan as he stood in the center of the room, his hands held out in front of him as he stared at the muzzle of the gun aimed at his head. “Don’t ever touch Angela or come near her again, Simmons.” Steve told him, his voice flat and warning as he led her out into the hallway.

“Laura, are you coming?” Steve asked, looking at the confused woman as she knelt beside her unconscious husband. “He won’t hurt you again…”

“He loves me,” Laura replied raising her tear stained eyes to look at Steve, “He’s the only man that could possibly love me… after everything I’ve done.”

“That’s not true; there are plenty of men or women who could love you, Laura. Nothing you’ve done has been that bad, that damaging. He only wanted you to think that, to tie you to him that much tighter. He’s the one that should be punished, not you. Come with us, Laura; remember how good the last week has been. You don’t need Paul, you can live without him.” Steve told her, seeing the emotions struggling behind her eyes, the years of brainwashing by her husband fighting with the truth he was telling her.

“I… I can’t leave him, Steve.” Laura sobbed, her hands gripping the shoulders of her husband possessively.

“I’m sorry, Laura.” Steve told her simply as he turned from her as Charlie backed out of the hotel room, keeping the gun trained on Dan. “Grab that video camera,” Steve tells his friend, knowing that there was probably enough evidence on it to send both men to jail for a long time.
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“Let’s go home,” Steve told Charlie as he held Angela’s trembling form close to him in the backseat of the car. She hadn’t stopped shaking and crying since leaving the hotel room and he was worried about her state of mind.

“Would… would you really have shot him?” She asked after a few seconds, raising her head to look at Charlie as he drove.

“With this?” He asked holding the large pistol up, “It’s a replica, it doesn’t even work.”

“You mean… it was a bluff?” She asked in astonishment, looking between the two friends.

“Yeah, it was.” Steve told her, “It was the only way we could figure out to get you away from them without breaking too many laws ourselves.”

“What are you going to do about them now?” Angela asked, her shivering slowly stopping as she clung to him tightly.

“We’ll call the police when we get back to my place,” Steve assured her. “This video should convict them of kidnapping and rape easy enough so that they should be going away for a long time.”

“I hope so,” Angela whispered as she leaned back, resting her head on his shoulders and closed her eyes. “I hope so.”

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Angela had never been more glad to see another human being in her entire life than when she saw Steve standing there before her. His eyes were blazing as he stared at Dan in pure rage. She didn't know the other man with him, but her heart beat erratically as she waited to see what Dan would do. As is the case with most bullies, he caved in and she flew to Steve's arms as soon as she was released. She felt as if she'd never be able to stop weeping and trembling. The sight of the gun pointed at her husband had been almost frightening than being held captive herself. Finding out that the gun wasn't even real, made her both astonished and relieved at the same time. Even though she hated Dan now, along with Paul, she didn't want to see anyone die. All the way home in the car, as she leaned against Steve, soaking up his strength, she still had silent tears coursing down her cheeks. She wept for what she and Laura had been through, for her friend, who might be lost to her forever now, and for what Steve had been put through. He looked absolutely haggard now that it was all over. He kept his arms tightly around her the entire way home. When they arrived, he and Angela got out, and he thanked his friend again, as did Angela, inviting him to come over at another time. They moved into the house, and Steve ushered her upstairs.

"First, Sweetheart, a hot shower for you," he said, "Then into your most comfortable, comforting nightclothes. You need to recoup." Angela nodded mutely, then looked at him. "Would...would you please get in the shower with me? Not to do anything, not right now, but just to be with me?" "Of course I will. Anything you want, my Darling, is yours." He walked into the bathroom, turned the water on, and then came back out. "Now, where are those comfies?" She pointed a drawer in the dresser, and he pulled out a pair of flannel pajamas, and laid them on the bed. She still had the blanket wrapped tightly around her, and now she moved over to Steve again. He opened his arms, and she walked in. "I thought I'd never see you again..." Her voice was a whisper. "I thought I'd either die or they'd run away with me, and you'd never know for certain what happened to me. Oh God, Steve....I can't lose you...." She was weeping hard again, and he simply held her, kissing the top of her head, trying to let her know she wouldn't lose him. "And poor Laura....I think she's lost her mind, truly I do." "Well, you can't let it worry you, my Angel. Let's get that shower, and get rid of the grime. We'll wash away the bad memories along with the soap."

They took a long, soothing shower, and by the time they had finished and Angela was dressed in her pajamas, she finally felt better. As they sat downstairs, waiting for the Chinese food they'd ordered to arrive, she took Steve's hand. "I want to ask you something, Love." She looked deeply into his eyes, her face serious. "You know I love you, and I know you love me. I....as soon as I can get a divorce, I want to marry you....if you'll have me that is." She looked down at their clasped hands, waiting for his answer, holding her breath in anticipation.

 

[PogueMahone]

Steve Mahone

Steve was breathless as he sat beside Angela on the sofa, her hand clutching his as her green eyes looked deep into his. “I want to marry you....if you'll have me that is."

“Of course, my love, of course I’ll marry you.” Steve replied after a few shocked seconds, “Nothing would make me happier, Angela.”

“Really?” Angela asked, looking up at him her eyes filled with emotions.
“Yes,” Steve whispered as he leaned close to her, touching his forehead to hers so that their eyes were inches apart as they gazed at each other. “I feel like my life started the day I met you and I don’t want to ever be without you.”

“Oh, love,” Angela replied, her hand cupping his cheek as she leaned foreword slightly, kissing him with all her love.

Steve wrapped his arm around her slender shoulders, drawing her to him, holding her close. “I don’t want to ever lose you, Angela.” He told her softly, his fingers combing through the dark curls of her hair.

“You won’t,” She assured him, smiling up at the man who’d entered her life a short week ago and completely changed her life forever. “You’ll never lose me, Steve.” She told him in a soft voice, as she kissed him again.

 

[Leetah]

Angela Simmons

Time had passed quickly for Angela and Steve; more quickly than they could even have imagined. Dan and Paul were both arrested after the police received the video tapes in the mail, anonymously, and they were both sentenced to jail. They both showed their true colours at the trial, breaking down in tears when they were found guilty, and led away, sobbing like little girls to spend the next twenty years in prison. Poor Laura had truly lost her mind after Paul's sentencing and she was living comfortably in a cozy room in a mental hospital for the moment. She no longer spoke, just smiled vaguely all the time. There had been some hope that she would recover at first, but as time went on, it grew dimmer. Angela and Steve made certain she was well cared for, but they did not visit, for the one time they had done so, she had started screaming hysterically as soon as she saw them, and had gone to cower in the corner of the room. Angela wept for her and what she could have been, but she tried not to dwell on it.

Angela received her divorce from Dan with no contest, after his arrest, and she and Steve had gotten to work planning their own wedding. They had only been married a few months now, and both were happier than they ever had been before. Steve had quit his job at the electronics store, and with Angela's help, had opened a security firm that was doing very well. His friend Charlie was working for him, and all was well. Angela was humming as she fixed dinner, for she had a surprise for Steve, and she thought he was going to be very happy about it. She heard the garage door open, and then his "Hey Love, something smells good!" "I hope so....I've been slaving away all afternoon!" She laughed as he came in and kissed her. "Go wash, everthing's just about ready."

As they sat and ate, Angela looked into the eyes she knew and loved so well, the eyes that could see into her very soul. She reached out and squeezed his hand. "I have a surprise for you, Darling." "Oh?" He smiled at her, for she loved to give him treats. It was wonderful to be doted on so much, and he let her do it, as it pleased both of them. "Do I need to close my eyes?" "No, not this time. I went to the doctor today....Daddy...." Steve had been raising his glass to his lips, and now he set it back down, eyes wide as he stared at her. "D..D...Daddy?" he gasped. "Uh huh...." Angela grinned at the expression on his face. "You're serious? You...and I.....are going to...." "Have a baby," she finished for him. "Oh, my God! Angela...Darling! That's wonderful!" He jumped up, and pulled her from her chair, spinning her around, and hugging her. "I take it you're happy then?" she managed to gasp. "Happier than I ever thought I could ever be. I never thought I'd be lucky enough to have someone like you, much less a child." "Me either, Love." She had tears in her eyes. "I love you so much." "I love you too. Feel like celebrating?" "Of course.....come on..." She started for the stairs. "Is it okay?" He wasn't certain, not having any experience. She laughed happily. "Oh, yes, very okay...."

And so, up the stairs they went, to what had once been a lonely chamber of sorrow, and now was a chamber of love.

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Here, Gentle Readers, we will take our leave of Angela and Steve. Their story is at an end for now. Thank you to all who have read our writings, and if you like our writing, we are about to start a new thread soon, called "The Evil In-Laws". It will be another closed thread, so watch for it, if you're interested.



Leetah