Taken

As Robert stared down into those big, frightened eyes, he wanted to bite the girl’s lips and force his tongue between them. Brenda didn’t like it when he kissed anyone but her, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Damn it—she didn’t own him.

Throwing caution to the wind, he took Jane’s head in his hands and dipped his face to hers, closing his eyes as he parted his lips.

As if she’d timed it, Brenda chose that exact moment to appear at the bottom of the stairs.

Startled, Robert dropped his hands from Jane’s face and leaped back. Shit. Had Brenda seen what he’d been about to do? His wife could get so damn jealous of the least little thing. While he liked that she was into him, it could be annoying sometimes.

Fortunately, it seemed he had escaped detection. Brenda only wrinkled her nose as she looked around. “It stinks down here. Let’s take her up the playroom. You can dump the pail later.”

Robert bit back a retort. Brenda could be bossy. But then again, she held the purse strings on a very, very large purse, so he figured she had the right. The only thing he’d brought to the marriage was his big dick and his insatiable, sadistic appetites.

~*~

Jane had been upstairs a number of times to clean. She’d vacuumed, picked up and dusted in all the rooms of the house, along with scrubbing, washing and polishing every surface in the kitchen and the house’s four bathrooms. She washed, dried and folded the clothes in the large laundry room just off the kitchen. Though she’d never been big on housekeeping before the abduction, now she found it a welcome distraction from the daily torture and indignities to which she was subjected. It was a welcome change from the mind-numbing tedium of lying alone in her cage for hours, usually hungry and in pain.

They never left her alone upstairs, of course. Robert liked to interrupt her during her chores, suddenly coming up behind her and flipping up her stupid French maid skirt to fuck her. Other times he would force her to her knees in the middle of a half-vacuumed carpet to suck his huge, disgusting cock. Brenda sometimes followed her around, snapping her with a riding crop if she was working too slowly or had missed some microscopic speck of dust.

But she’d never been past the door at the end of the hall on the second floor. Now, his hand on her neck, Robert pushed her in that direction, Brenda striding along in front of them.

“It’s been too long since we played doctor,” Brenda was saying. “I can’t wait to try out that new speculum you got online.”

That didn’t sound good at all to Jane, who tensed with nervous apprehension at Brenda’s words.

“I can’t wait to see you in that sexy little nurse’s outfit,” Robert replied with a laugh.

The door opened to a set of steep, narrow stairs. Brenda went up first, Robert pushing Jane along just behind her. As they came out into a finished attic, Robert said, “Welcome to our playroom.”

One corner of the large, single room was set up like some kind of medieval dungeon, complete with a big, scary-looking X cross with cuffs hanging at various intervals, along with an old-fashioned wooden pillory and big leather swing hanging by chains from a ceiling beam. There was a long, narrow cage nearby. Did they keep captives up there as well?

Incongruously, another part of the room contained a small pool table, an air hockey table and an actual Ms. Pac-Man arcade game machine. A futon was open at the back of the room, covered in sheets and piled with plump pillows. What Jane wouldn’t give for a chance just to lie there, alone.

Instead, Robert hustled Jane to another corner of the room, where various costumes hung on a rack alongside a counter. A full-size gynecological table was set up nearby, its steel stirrups gleaming. Unlike at a doctor’s office, however, this one had straps and cuffs affixed to the sides.

“Get up on the table, froggy,” Robert said, pointing.

Jane hesitated, wrapping her arms protectively around herself as she glanced at the frightening-looking shiny metal speculum and a large tube of KY Jelly on the nearby counter.

With a snort of irritation, Robert lifted her as if she were a sack of potatoes and dumped her onto her back on the table. He clipped her wrists into the waiting cuffs. Moving to stand at the end of the table, he tugged her until her bottom was on the edge. Then he forced her feet into the stirrups, her knees bent, her legs spread wide. He wrapped cuffs around her ankles to strap her in place.

Brenda, meanwhile, had stripped out of her tank top and shorts and was zipping herself into a very tight-fitting white nurse’s outfit. She pulled a white lab coat from the rack and handed it to Robert, along with a stethoscope.