Taken

She began to hope when Robert released first her wrists and then her ankles from their cuffs. As he helped her to a sitting position, she saw that Brenda had draped herself on the futon, her white nurse’s uniform completely unzipped to reveal her voluptuous, naked body. Her pussy was shaved smooth between her long, muscular legs. She crooked a finger at Robert and said, “Get over here, boy, and make Mama happy.”

“I have a better idea,” Robert said, hoisting Jane from the table. “How about we let this little twat make you happy?” He turned to Jane, leering. “How about it, frog? Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

Jane shrank back in horror, shaking her head.

“Good idea, Robert,” Brenda said enthusiastically. “Let’s put the little bitch to work. She’s just been lying around all morning.” Directing her gaze to Jane, she snapped, “Get over here and lick my cunt, bitch.”

His hard hand gripping her neck, Robert forced her toward the futon. He pushed her roughly down to her knees in front of Brenda, who scooted to the edge of the futon and opened her thighs wide.

The ripe scent of Brenda’s musk hit Jane’s nostrils. She closed her eyes, wondering how she was going to do this.

“Aw, look at the poor widdle girl,” Brenda said, speaking suddenly in a creepy, high-pitched baby voice. “She’s scared of the big, bad pussy.” She placed her long-nailed fingers on either side of her labia and spread herself lewdly. “The widdle girl doesn’t want to put her widdle mouth there.”

“She doesn’t know what a privilege it is,” Robert replied, forcing Jane’s head down toward Brenda’s spread sex. “You better lick her good, girl,” he murmured near her ear. “Make her come or you’ll be beaten within an inch of your life. Trust me.”

Jane believed him. Holding her breath, she parted her lips and touched the tip of her tongue lightly to the glistening folds of her captor’s sex. Robert pushed her forward, mashing her face against Brenda’s pelvis.

“Ease up,” Brenda said with a laugh. “She can’t lick me properly if you do that. Give her some space. Come up here beside me. And Jane,” she added, her tone almost kind, “don’t be such a nervous Nelly. I’ll let you know by my responses if I approve of what you’re doing.” Then her voice hardened. “And Robert’s right. It’s a privilege to service me. If you don’t satisfy me, you will definitely pay the price.”

Robert had moved to the futon beside Brenda. He was naked, the stethoscope still hanging incongruously around his neck. He watched Jane with a gleeful expression on his face as he idly scratched his big, hairy balls.

Deciding she’d better get it over with, Jane bent to her task. It wasn’t as horrible as she’d expected it to be. At least they weren’t hurting her, for a change. And Brenda was clean, which was more than she could say for Robert’s crotch. Brenda sighed and moaned when Jane did something that apparently pleased her. She’d learned to suck Robert’s stupid, huge dick until he spurted down her throat. This was definitely easier than that, though it seemed to be taking longer. She didn’t dare stop, spurred on by the threat of punishment.

Finally, when Jane’s jaw was aching and her tongue was sore, Brenda grabbed her roughly by the hair and gyrated against Jane’s open mouth. She shuddered and cried out in apparent pleasure. When she was done spasming, she let go of Jane and pushed her roughly back.

“Stick her in the sleep cage and then come cuddle,” Brenda commanded in a breathless voice.

Robert got to his feet and hoisted Jane upright. He marched her to the low cage and opened the top. “Get in,” he ordered.

As he closed the lid of the cage over her, Jane’s only option was to lie down. That was fine with her, as she was trembling with exhaustion after her ordeal.

As Robert returned to his wife, Jane rolled to her side, her back to her captors, and closed her eyes.

Chapter 9

“I should be back sometime after dinner, as usual. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Brenda grabbed the keys to the Bentley from the hook by the garage door. She was dressed in a conservative Chanel suit with a long jacket over a short skirt, her hair swept up and back, looking every bit the fancy executive. Though she wasn’t involved in the day-to-day operations of her family’s frozen fish empire, she did attend the limited partners shareholder annual meetings, at her father’s insistence.

Robert tried to keep his face neutral. “Of course not.” What he had planned wasn’t stupid, even if Brenda would have disapproved had she known. After all, they lived out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Brenda was just being overcautious, as usual.

But when the cat’s away…