Chapter 9: Awkward Moments

“Hey buddy what’s up?” I heard Kevin say as I went into my office to activate the Bat Signal. That was Sam’s witty little invention where I could summon her excellence when needed. The signal was an icon with ... you guessed it, a bat logo. Eventually, she would get around to responding.

Current footage showed that the rider and his bike were gone.

“Is that hot-ass wife of yours there?” I goaded him.

“I’m right here you depraved pervert,” she said jovially, “what’s got your knickers all in a twist?”

I spent the next 10 minutes speaking softly so as not to wake up my guest. All jocularity ceased as they began asking questions.

“Estonia?” It was Kevin, “and you think she was trafficked?”

“I’m sure of it,” I replied, “I am copying footage from one of my surveillance cams and sending it to you, right ... now.” I clicked my mouse and the file shot away into the cyber world. “And before you start ... don’t ask,” I ordered, knowing them both.

“Okay...” Kevin replied mysteriously, “Okay downloading it now. Stand by.”

I could hear it playing in the background interrupted by frequent gasps and curses. “Holy shit!” “Fuck!” “Are you...?” Even Rachel piped in with a few unladylike remarks. Then: “Jesus Carter! Nice fucking take-down!” from Kevin and: “Yes!” from his pregnant wife, “Oh I hope that hurt as much as looked like it did!”

“Holy shit!” Kevin repeated when it was over. I had just watched the part where I had left to intervene and my blood boiled as I saw him slamming her face repeatedly onto his cock. I closed the window down.

“You need to bring that girl to us right now, Carter!” Rachel demanded. “She needs immediate medical attention and ... oh my god that poor child!”

“I will,” I assured her, “right now she needs rest more than anything. Once she wakes up, we will head in.”

“Has she told you anything about the fucks who took her? Where she’d been kept? Anything?” Kevin asked.

“No,” I replied as the window appeared on my screen, “she has barely said anything at all so far.”

What’s up?

“She did warn me that ‘they’ will surely come after me to get her back,” I added.

Watch this video. I circled the file with my mouse.

“What are you gonna do?” Kevin asked.

“Right now, I’m going to let you go and send you some pictures of his driver’s license and other crap in his wallet. I’m gonna ask Sam to dig into it from her end as well.”

“K Bud. Talk to you soon.”

As I waited, I took pictures of the contents of his wallet front and back and sent them all to Kev.

Marta slept the entire day until I eventually had to let Travis out while grabbing a blanket and pillow for myself for me to crash on the couch. Her gentle snores never paused as I softly closed the door and returned to the main room.

I was awakened in the dark by her standing over me completely naked again and crying. I bolted upright.

“What’s wrong?”

“Where am I?” she wept tearfully. I told her and put my blanket around her.

“It’s late. You’re safe.” I led her back to the room and sat her on the bed. My sweats were lying on the floor. “Why don’t you try to sleep some more,” I offered, “In the morning we will take you to somewhere I know you will be even safer.”

She let me lay her back down and cover her up. But when I headed for the door, she cried out: “No! Please don’t leave me!” she begged tearfully.

I came back and told her to move over, she quickly did so and I sat on the bed beside her. “Why did you strip down?” I asked.

“I got too hot.”

“Would you like a t-shirt?”

“Yes please,” she said and sat up removing her covers once more.

I got her one of my shirts and she pulled it over her head before settling back under the covers. “Aitäh”

“You’re welcome.” With a sigh, I sat back against the headboard and pulled my own blanket up.

“Please come under the covers with me.” she pleaded.

“Uh...” Whatever. What’s the harm? At least I had pants on. I crawled under the covers and felt her push her warm body into me. She was turned away so her naked butt pushed right into my pelvis. I know she felt me getting hard because she began rubbing against me.

“Do you always wear pants to bed?” she asked

“Not when I’m alone,” I muttered.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” She was quite casual about it.

“Umm...” I stammered and rolled to my back, “Sorry, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Marta,” I was at a loss for words, “you have been abused. Forced to have sex with a lot of men.”

“I have,” she admitted, “but I want you to fuck me, Carter.”

Oh God! My dick was pulsing! “It’s just that...” ‘Fuck! Was this for real?’ “I can’t because. Well, for other reasons. Those men probably had STD’s and gave them to you.”

“I understand.” she said, disappointed.

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.

“Do you have any condoms?”

I slapped my palm over my face and groaned. “No. I’m sorry.”

She sighed tiredly, “Me too.”

I woke up early and found her still asleep so I carefully climbed from the bed and headed to my shower. Just as I was soaping up, she stepped in with me, once more completely naked. Her body pressed against mine in the confined space and I instantly felt my dick begin to swell. She felt it too and took it in her hands with a smile. She began stroking me firmly and I felt my face heat up as I looked up to the ceiling with a groan.

“Is this okay Carter?” she asked almost coyly.

“Unh ... huh.” Was all I could manage as her grip tightened and her strokes got faster. Her arms kept bumping the walls of the enclosure so I raised mine over my head to give her more room. She responded by using both of her hands to work me up to new heights. It only took a moment before I moaned urgently and lifted myself to the balls of my feet. I heard her gasp in delight as I began cumming. She timed her strokes with each of my convulsive thrusts and I spewed my seed clear up to her chin and all across her breasts and belly.