Chapter 71(MF,rape,oral,bond,subF)
It was only when Steve and Bubbles returned, and everyone stood around Drew and they handed his phones to him that he realized what was up. Sam pointed to the lock screen on his iPhone, the one that listed what the incoming text messages said instead of just the list of notifications as he spoke.
“So, who’s Charles, and why does he miss the feel of your body so much?” Drew could feel everyone’s eyes on him as Sam sat down across from him, pointing to the phone. “Are you going to unlock that, or are we going to get nasty?” Sam kept his eyes on Drew, his mask hiding the rest of his face. “Go on, Charles is waiting.”
Drew knew he had to do what they told him. He didn’t want to, but he had no choice. He grabbed the first phone, his work phone, the one that just listed the number of notifications he had. He entered the passcode, 525252, to unlock it. He looked through the messages and mails, trying to see what was there. Most of it was work emails and texts from co-workers. Except the 3 most recent ones, all from Charles.
“Call me when you’re available.”
“Call me please.”
“Are you okay?”
Bubbles read the messages out loud over Drew’s shoulder. Those were the only three messages from Charles on this phone. “That’s it here. It’s his work phone, nothing much on this one.” She said the crew assembled around.
“Okay. Unlock your personal phone.” Sam said to Drew. Drew locked the work phone and grabbed his personal phone. The lock screen was a selfie of the two of them from down in D.C. on the Fourth of July weekend. He entered the passcode 240318. The phone opened. He had a bunch of text alerts and emails.
“240318?” Bubbles said.
“Sounds like a date. 24th of March 2018. Anniversary?” Steve said, shifting his voice down an octave or two after the word sounds.
“Emails first.” Bubbles said. Drew went to the emails. Most of it was spam or bacn, those useless mails from places you want to hear from occasionally. Drew had a few messages about sales at the nearest REI, several promotional offers from what seems like every restaurant in Chester County, and a few notifications from Facebook, Instagram, and Strava.
“Nothing much in emails, unless you need coupons for Red Robin. Go to the texts.” Bubbles commanded. Drew hesitated for a moment, dreading this. He seriously wondered if he could smash his phone right here and now. But no, that wouldn’t work. They’d probably beat the shit out of him again, then hurt the girls more. He took a deep breath and opened the texts. There were a couple from some of his mates from home in a group chat talking about Saturday Arvo Footy, a couple from his mother telling him about her day, and a series of texts from Charles. He checked the other messages but didn’t reply to them before getting to the one named Charles.
“Mommy’s kind of a pill, and Fuck Penrith in a group chat. What’s Penrith?”
“Penrith Panthers. They’re a rugby team.” Sam said. Drew was surprised that a yank would know that. Sam knew he made a mistake as soon as he said that, because he only knew about them from watching hidden video of Drew, Tommy, and Morgana. He had to think fast. “I once lost a hundred bucks on them betting against the Melbourne Storm. Fuck the Panthers.”
“Why were you betting on Australian Rugby?” Bubbles asked. She could see that Sam made a mistake, but needed to help him out. ‘He’s quick witted enough to get out of this,’ she thought.
“I was in a bad place, okay?! I was betting on anything back then, even crazy sports like cricket and curling.” Sam said, putting a little exasperation behind his voice. He had to make up some bullshit to cover his tracks, and betting was as good a reason as any.
“Oh. Well, fuck Penrith.” Bubbles said.
“Yeah. What does Charles have to say?” Sam asked. Drew opened the chat with the contact named Charles and saw the most recent messages. Bubbles whistled. She reached over and scrolled up through the conversations.
“Call me when you get this Bubby. I miss you, I love you, I can’t wait til you’re back home again. I know this is wrong but dammit, it feels so right. Then some random texts about bills needing paid, then some…fuck.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“FUCK!” Bubbles exclaimed again. She grabbed the phone from Drew’s hand and clicked on a picture. She turned the phone to Sam. It was a picture of a very good looking brunette, wearing nothing but a smile, left arm covering her boobs while taking a high angle selfie. The next pic was a mirror pic, showing the same woman showing off her ass in a mirror. The pics increased in lewdness until the last one was just a shaved pussy with a sex toy in it.
Sam’s jaw was on the floor. This woman on the phone was one piece of primo ass, in the same realm of hotness as Morgana.
“There’s more. He’s talking back and forth with her, calls her CeCe, baby, sweetie, and Celeste several times. This isn’t some one-off thing, either. Looks like she’s his roommate, too.” Bubbles looked up from the phone, shocked. “Holy shit, our boy Drew is cheating on his wife. And not just some one night stand, either. This is a full-blown second life. You fucking dog, you. She’s hot as fuck, too. Wonder how she tastes.”
Drew hung his head. Bubbles was already looking through his phone for more information on Charles. There was no picture on the contact, but the email and phone looked foreign.
Sam cleared his throat as he spoke up. “So. It’s bad enough you want to play the hero and almost get your wife killed, but now you’re cheating on her, too. Were you trying to get Morgana killed earlier, but just chickened out when it was going to happen?”
“NO! I was trying to stop you, to get us away from you!” Drew replied, voice shaking as he spoke.
“Bullshit. You wanted us to off Morgy so you could go home and fuck what’s-her-name. What is it, Charlie, Celine, Celeste?” Bubbles said. She saw Drew flinch at the last name. “Oh, Celeste. So that’s who’s barbie your putting your shrimp in when you’re down under. Now you get to fly back to Melbourne and fuck Celeste while Morgy’s up here dealing with shit you caused. We would’ve left by now if you hadn’t tried to kill us. Now we find out you’ve got a little sidepiece who you can slink off to? Pathetic.”
“Fuck you.” It was the most fire Drew has shown all day, and surprised them a little. Bubbles slapped him across the face with her free hand. When he began to rise from his seat, Steve pushed him back down then held him down in his seat by his shoulders.
“Looks like we struck a nerve. How you think Celeste here will react when we send her a video of you fucking Kimmypoo? How’s Morgana going to feel when she gets a bunch of sexy photos of Celeste forwarded to her phone? Assuming any of you get out of this in one piece, how long do you think your marriage is going to last when she finds out that you’re fucking this woman back in Melbourne? How long? How long until Morgana drags you to divorce court and demands half?” Sam said all these things, and Drew knew he was right. He was used to winning arguments, but this time he was bent over a barrel.
“So tell us about your little hot brunette fucktoy. When did you meet her? She know you’re married? Who sucks a better dick, her or Aislinn?” Bubbles kept taunting him as she scrolled through his phone, trying to figure out how to save these pics and messages and forward them to her burner phone. She’ll need a new number after this weekend. Drew stayed silent for a moment too long. Steve squeezed his the nape of his neck, causing him to scream in pain.
“Answer the lady’s questions, counselor.” Sam said. Drew looked at him with impotent rage.
“Her name is Celeste. She’s a long time friend, best mate for a long time. Morgy knows her, doesn’t like her. We fell out of touch when we started dating because she didn’t like how close we were and we used to date.” Drew said.
“So as soon you go back to Austria-“
“Australia.” Drew corrected the skinny masked man at the end of the table.
“Down under. What, you call her up and be like ‘hey, my wife’s up in the states, wanna shag?’” JC said.
Drew rolled his eyes a little. “No, it wasn’t like that. I needed to find a place to stay when I was back in Melbourne. I rented a bungalow off of a bloke I met. It was a duplex, I rented one half. When I was moving in, I find out Shelia’s my neighbor.”
“Wait, who’s Shelia?” Bubbles asked.
“Celeste.”
“Is Shelia her other name?” She asked Drew.
“No. Blokes and Shelias, guys and girls, men and women. Bloody seppos.” Drew said. The people around the table looked at him in confusion.
“Okay, so Shelia can mean any woman, but in this case it’s just Celeste? Got it. So did you jump her bones that day, or at least wait until you unpacked your clothes before you fucked her?” Sam asked.
“It wasn’t like that. She was s’posed to move in with ‘er boyfriend, but he flaked, stayed up the Gold Coast. She was devastated ‘cause she picked up ‘er life to move for ‘im. She was upset, chain smoking on the balcony when I invited ‘er in for Maccas and footy. McDonald’s and football.” Drew said. The yanks seemed to understand the last part.
“Let me guess…” Bubbles said, finally figuring out how to export his text message chain from Celeste. “One thing leads to another, you give her a shoulder to cry on, and next thing you know you’re banging her senseless. You promise to make this a one-time thing, but then say ‘hey, move in with me, I’ve got the room.’ Cause you have texts here about splitting rent and utilities.”
“Pretty much. It was supposed to be just one time, but then it got out of hand. We tried not to do anything more than be roommates, but, well, things got out of hand. She knows that I’m married and I’m not leaving Morgana for anything, but she’s okay with what we’re doing. I’ve even told her she doesn’t have to pay rent or bills, but she insists on covering her half. My company pays for my living expenses down there, she doesn’t need to pay but she wants to. I’m just taking her money and putting aside in a savings account for when she wants to move out.” Drew said. The chubby man across the table from him nodded, then smiled. It was obviously a big smile because Drew could see part of it through his mask.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. Tomorrow, you do everything we tell you to do. You don’t fight us, you don’t backtalk us, you don’t do anything to give us any reason to show Morgana those texts, because if you do, we show her everything. We tell her everything. Hell, I don’t know if anyone turned those cameras off, they could still be recording for all I know. But you will do everything we say, or you will have to find yourself a very good divorce lawyer. Understood counselor?” Sam waited for Drew to respond. He nodded. “Say it.”
“I understand.” Drew replied.
“Good, now let’s see what you need to say…”
The crew made sure that Drew sent a reply to Celeste saying he couldn’t talk right away, and might not be able to until Monday. She responded back quickly with a sad emoji, followed by some quick messages about how things were going. They texted back and forth for a couple minutes before they told him he had to leave. They finished their conversation with mutual ‘I love you’s’ and then they took his phone again. As they took Drew to the bathroom to clean up for the night, Bubbles screenshotted all of his conversations and sent them to her burner phone. These could be very useful in the right hands.
Drew was taken upstairs and secured next to Morgana. He was gagged, cuffed, and chained down to the bed. Morgana tried to say something to him, but looks and threats from the rapists stopped her. Along with his hands, his feet were also bound, tied at the ankles with some rope and connected to the bed with a couple bungee cables. He couldn’t move if he tried, and he tried.
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From the outside, it looked like any of the other cabins around the lake. Rustic, serene, large enough for several families to vacation in. But inside, it was very different. Instead of looking like a traditional log cabin, most of the rooms were modern, looking like a modern house with drywall and carpeted floors. Aside from the living room, the rest of the house looked like a stand-in model for an HGTV show. Most of the rooms were well-furnished and comfortable. It was a large cabin, with 6 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms, and the pool house directly off of the cabin was well-visited.
This large of a house could easily fit a couple families on a vacation, but it was the permanent residence of one man. Robert ‘Bob’ Kuntzmann. He owned more than just this cabin. He owned all of the cabins on the resort, the resort itself, all of the property around the lake, almost every building on and around the lake, and half of the businesses around the nearby town. For all intents and purposes, he owned Hiawatha County.
And right now, he was enjoying the fruits of his labor.
Bob sat in his private office in his basement in a reclining leather gaming chair, naked from the waist down. While he could easily afford the top of the line office furniture, he trusted gamers for making good decisions in furniture when sitting for hours at a time was vital to their jobs. The chair was leaned back as he focused on a massive monitor across the room. He only wore an unbuttoned Tommy Bahama shirt. On the wall played secret camera footage from Running Bear Cabin, not too far from here, filmed earlier in the day. In his lap, Maddie Kosar’s head bounced up and down as she sucked his dick. She was his until her parents came around to his way of thinking and sold him the property he wanted. Until that time, she was nothing more than his personal fuck toy.
He focused on the video playing on the screen as much as he could while this cute brunette sucked him off. He watched the hidden cam footage of James and Tommy’s friends as they attacked their cabin and had a rape orgy on his property. He was watching Morgana getting her pussy eaten out by Bubbles when there was a knock and buzz at the door.
“Come in.” Bob said. He made no motion to stop Maddie in the middle of a blowjob. The door opened, his majordomo Marcus opened the door.
“The man you requested for is here.” Marcus said. Without saying another word, a scrawny man with a bunch of tattoos that looked like a comic from SNL came in.
“Oh, Pete, welcome, welcome. Want a beer, a joint, a blowjob or fuck?” Bob asked.
Pete just shrugged. “No thanks, I’m good. You mean a blowie from her, right?” Pete said, with a mischievous smile.
Bob laughed. “Of course. I like ya, but not that much sit. So, getting to the point. I’ve got a mission for you and the boys. Remember our friends from when we met Miss Cocksheathe here?”
“How could I forget? I still have sand in my ass I can’t get rid of.” Pete said.
“Well, right now they’re having a little party over at Running Bear. Monday morning, you, me, and the boys are gonna stop by and pay them a little visit.” Bob pointed to the screen, not that Pete could miss it.
“What’s the plan?”
“We’re bad hunters nearby when the girls cry for help. We check them out, have some fun. I’ll stay quiet, but we’ll all have a round or two. Once done, Marcus will send someone from the front desk that we can trust to stop by, see if they’ve checked out yet and find a disaster. I’ll show up, smooth things over as best as I can, and wish everyone a safe trip home. Any questions?” Bob asked. Pete just sat there and looked at the screen.
“Is that blonde part of the deal?” Pete said, pointing to the woman getting eaten out on the large screen.
“She’s the star attraction.” Bob replied. Pete smiled wide.
“I’m in. I’ll make sure we’re ready to go Monday morning.”
“Cool. Sure you don’t want anything before you leave?” Bob asked.
“Y’know, I think I’ll take a blowjob.” Pete said. Bob pulled with his right hand, pulling on a leash attached to Maddie’s neck. She jerked, removed her head from Bob’s lap, and looked at him with sad eyes.
“Go over and ask my friend if you can suck his dick. Go.” Maddie sulked, then crawled across the carpet to stop in front of Pete’s chair. She kneeled and looked up at him.
“May I suck your dick, sir?” Maddie said. Before Pete could respond, she felt a jerk around her neck.
“Incorrect. Try again.”
“May this worthless whore suck your dick, sir?” Maddie asked, the words themselves pushing her to the verge of tears. Pete nodded. As he did, Maddie undid Pete’s shorts and pushed them down his legs. She then freed his cock from his underwear, then took it into her mouth, like the good obedient whore she was becoming.
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Getting into Meg’s house was easy. He had a key and knew which room was hers. She had a bedroom on the second floor, right where the notes said it would be. Well, at least from how the descriptions of the room and photos of it went. Ray’s guess was that whoever offered her up had access to her webcam, as they provided pics of her in her room. He matched up the decor and random trinkets with what was provided. He made sure the rest of the house was empty before setting things up for the guest of honor. Ray was always excited right before a mission. That’s what he told himself as his heart beat a mile a minute. That, and the coke he took before getting here.
Ray spent the next while setting up the cameras he planned to use around the room. He had one GoPro mounted to the dresser mirror overlooking the bed, and another on the nightstand pointed to the bed. He made sure he used devices that he bought second hand from pawn shops and were wiped between missions. He also wiped them down before putting them in his bag and only handled them with gloves on. It was one of the tips he’d learned a long time ago. The cameras were all HD GoPro’s with their own mounts. While some people preferred using phones, he liked using these because of the better battery life with the extended batteries. He could film for hours and not worry about missing a single thing. He made sure that he had handcuffs ready to go. He had a method that he loved to use from years of practice. Since he was never sure what kind of headboard he’d run into, he’d bring a long, thick chained dog leash and connect it to the leg of the bed. On the business end, he had welded a handcuff loop from a broken pair of cuffs. He would use that to connect to the cuffs or zip ties he used on the girl. This way, he would have range of movement while she wouldn’t go anywhere.
After setting up the cameras, he made sure he was good to go. Mask on, gloves on, stun gun charged, knife ready, ring gag ready, electric tape ready, spreader bar ready, wearing just a white t-shirt that covered his tattoos and a pair of sweatpants. He’d change into some more fitting of Collegetown after he had his fun. Leaving a house in the middle of the night dressed like a man trying to break into places might draw unwanted attention.
One last look at his watch. It was getting late, she should be here soon. His heart was still going fast, but this was the exciting part. He went into his rape kit, a nondescript bookbag from 4C and grabbed a couple Cialis. Pretty soon, he’d be harder than diamond and ready to rock. Not that he would need a lot of motivation after seeing how smoking hot Meg was. He washed those pills down with a swig of water from a bottle he brought with him. All trash left with him.
He felt a little light headed, but chalked it up to the coke from earlier and not having had a real meal for a while. He grabbed a Nutri-grain bar from his bag and ate it, then washed it down with some water.
Just as the first thought of doubt entered his mind, he heard the downstairs door open. He stood out of sight, stun gun in hand.
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Meg had a long shift at work. She was glad that it was over and that Starbucks had a firm end to the day. She couldn’t stand these longer weekend shifts, but she needed the money. The tips were a joke and most of the customers jerks, but the day usually went quick enough. Tonight, time stood still. All she wanted to do was leave work, go back to her new place, grab a quick bite, get changed, and go out to party. She was supposed to meet some of her friends at the Kappa Rho house for a kegger. It wouldn’t be hard to get in, and she already had a cute little outfit picked out. She’d borrowed her roomie’s satin blue top, and changed into her black jean shorts before she left work. All she needed to do then was change out of her t-shirt, wash up real quick, and put on some makeup. She also wanted to check her bedroom, make sure it was neat. This was her first weekend without any of her roomies. Two of them were on a band trip as HCU went out of town to face Syracuse, and the other roomie was visiting her boyfriend in Humdinger. She was looking at a chance to get laid in her own place and be as loud as she wanted.
She entered the house and went straight to the kitchen. Nothing much in the fridge, just some leftovers from last night. She nuked a couple slices of pizza and ate those while browsing Instagram. Most of it was posts from TikTok a week ago. After finishing the pizza, she grabbed a Truly Hard Seltzer and washed down dinner, finishing the drink as fast as she could. Meg knew the best way to get a buzz going was drinking quickly. With her skinny frame, it didn’t take much and a halfway decent pre-game goes a long way.
After searching through her roomie’s bedroom for the blue top, she went to the bathroom. After doing her business, she checked herself in the mirror. She was cute if she said so herself. Her long blonde hair came well past her boobs, which were a healthy C-cup. Of course, on her skinny frame they looked even bigger than they were. She was accused of being anorexic more than once, but that’s just the way she was. She had a great metabolism. Of course, being this skinny meant she didn’t have much of an ass, but her cute face with piercing blue eyes more than made up for any lack of a booty.
She was almost ready to leave. All she had to do was grab her shoes from her room, the wedgies with the straps she liked so much, and she’d be good to go. Well, maybe do her makeup too. As she approached her bedroom, she was confused. She could’ve sworn she left the door open before she left. She didn’t remember closing the door. She also didn’t remember leaving the light on, either. She opened the door with a little bit of caution.
As she stepped into the room, that’s when she felt the metal prongs push into her skin, followed by sound of zapping and an intense, nearly inhuman pain. Meg screamed as she lost control of her legs and fell to the floor. Everything was fuzzy for a moment, until another blast of whatever that was hit her squarely in the back. She screamed each time it happened, unable to make words over the pain. She tried to focus on what was happening, but the next thing she knew she was being dragged across her floor, and someone was trying to pick her up. Whoever this was got her halfway up when she tried to stand again. They were on top of her, hitting her again with that …thing. She screamed again, but this time something was shoved near her mouth. Another zap and this thing was in her mouth. It was hard, and round, and rubbery plastic. There was some fabric inside that tasted weird. As she tried to place it, she felt this man grab her arms and hold them above her head. When she tried to fight back, he zapped her again, this time in the armpit. Meg cried from the pain, but couldn’t say anything this with this thing in her mouth.
The man…she could tell it was a man because she could feel a hard-on press against her ass, clicked metal rings around her wrists, then she heard another click. It was handcuffs. She was handcuffed to the bed.
“We’re gonna have some fun little lady.” The man said, his voice gruff and old sounding. She screamed into her gag as she felt cold steel against her skin. It was a knife. This man, who she still hadn’t seen, sliced the straps of her shirt, then her bra. As the knife went down the middle of her back, slicing her shirt and bra, the reality of her situation soon became clear.
She was going to be raped in her own bed, and probably die tonight.
Meg screamed and cried and kicked as she felt this man reach under her and unbuttoned her jean shorts. As much as she struggled, she knew she was just delaying the inevitable. A pop and zip later, and her shorts were unfastened. When she tried to keep her legs squeezed tight, the man punched her in the back a couple times. This distraction was all he needed to get her shorts down over her tiny ass and to her legs. Another couple tugs and they were down. The only clothing she still had on was a lacy purple thong from Victoria’s Secret, and that was no match for his knife.
She felt him move on the bed, sliding down to the foot of the bed. She tried to turn but couldn’t see what he was doing down there. Meg felt a hand grab her right ankle, then something was strapped around it, like a leather strap. Another strap was placed around her left ankle, then a moment later her legs were spread wide apart, with no possible way of bringing them close.
“God, that looks almost good enough to eat. But I think I’ll fuck it first instead.” The man said. Meg begged behind her gag, but no words came out. She could hear what sounded like clothes being removed and the man ruffling through a bag for something. He slapped her ass a couple times. “Pull your knees up, stick that ass up if you know what’s good for you.” Meg cried, knowing what was going to happen as she slid her knees up under her as much as she could. They couldn’t go too far until they hit some resistance, like they were tied to the bottom of the bed.
Meg felt him apply some kind of liquid, sex lube probably, to her pussy as he stroked it. She winced as he touched her in most private places, fearing what was going to happen to her. She cried louder as he climbed onto the bed, feeling this man kneel between her legs. His penis penetrated her as she felt his hands grab onto his hips. He moaned as he slid himself into her, causing her immense pain as she was nowhere near ready for sex. She begged and prayed for him not to hurt her as he pumped into her furiously, like a man possessed. She could feel his cock rub her raw, sliding in and out of her like she was nothing more than cheap whore, or a toy or a piece of meat.
He kept up this pace for what felt like forever, but was really only a few minutes. His breathing became ragged, his speech inconsistent. Meg felt a pulsing from his cock, fearing that he just came inside of her. The man pulled out of her, then sat on the bed.
“Woo. That was great, you little cocktease. Now, gimme a…gimme a minute to catch my breath, and we can go again.” The man stood up from the bed. “Oh my.” The next thing she heard was someone or something crash hard onto the floor.
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Ray pulled out of Meg’s pussy. He was hot, sweaty, and a little tired. It was his first fuck of the night, and he planned on getting a few more out of the way. He had so much he wanted to do to her.
“Woo. That was great, you little cocktease. Now, gimme a… gimme a minute to catch my breath, and we can go again.” He sat there, completely winded. His heart beat a mile a minute and wasn’t slowing down, but that was par for the course. His shoulder hurt, as well as his jaw. Ray thought to himself that maybe he just needed a drink of water. That discomfort in his chest, probably acid reflux, was picking back up again. As he looked around the room, he couldn’t find his bag. He knew he brought it in with him, but forgot where it was. When he did find it, he couldn’t see it clearly. Ray steadied himself as he stood.
“Oh my.” Ray knew something was horribly, terribly, and categorically wrong as soon as put his weight over his feet. Immediately, his left arm and shoulder cramped up in pain he hadn’t felt before. The room spun around him as he lost his balance. He put his hands out to catch himself, but only his left arm worked, and just slightly. The dresser rushed up to meet him, cracking him in the side of the head. As he hit the floor, another impact to his head caused him to lose consciousness. The last thing he heard as everything faded to black was Meg crying after her rape.
