Chapter 5

Jennifer woke the next morning because of the light flowing through the small window at the top of the wall that revealed three metal bars going across it. She sat up and looked around the room, not recognizing it as hers. The memory of yesterday’s events came back to her and she looked down at her still nude body, noting that she didn’t feel cold in spite of not having a blanket or comforter. The room felt strangely heated in spite of there being no air vents on the ceiling.

Jennifer got to her feet and looked around for her clothes only to find that they were no longer in the room. She checked under the recliner and around it since that’s where she remembered Mark pushing it to, but her clothes were gone. She tried to think back on whether or not Mark took her clothes with him when he left, but she shook her head deciding that he didn’t. That means someone came down here and took them away without waking her.

She figured now was as good a time as any to get a better look around the room, but first thing was first. She headed towards the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Her fingers reached to push her panties down, but it was simply a habitual motion since she wasn’t wearing any. She sighed and went about her business. When she was finished she decided not to flush since that might clue in Mark and Chris that she was awake, if either of them were even awake since she had no idea what time it was.

She exited the bathroom and sighed again, her belly rumbling reminding her how long it’s been since her last meal. She had just been getting out of school and lunch was her last meal so she never ate dinner. Her parents would no doubt be freaking out at this point, her mother hysterical and her father trying to remain calm. She thought about trying to figure a way to escape, but when she sat down her rear end still stung from Mark’s reminder and she figured it better and safer to just avoid such thoughts.

Jennifer laid on her side on the mattress and curled up, waiting. She started counting the seconds and made it all the way to four hundred before her mind started wandering again. Was there anything else to this room? There was a desk beside the couch where Chris had been sitting and he had a can of soda when she came out of the bathroom last night, so she sat up and inspected the table to find a hidden compartment that was actually a small fridge. It was mostly soda but there was also a veggie platter and a big zip-loc bag on the bottom shelf that was full of different sized batteries. She didn’t have a clue, so she returned the bag and closed the fridge.

Another two hours had passed and Jennifer was beginning to wonder if Chris and Mark had forgotten they had her locked down here. She blinked and her eyes went to the door. Was it locked? There was no knob or locking mechanism on this side of the door, just a bar and the other side of a padlock, so she’d have no way of knowing. Would they be that dumb? If the door was unlocked she could get out!

She climbed the stairs slowly and hesitantly, half expecting them to burst through it, and stood at the door, her hand reaching for the bar but stopped. What if it was unlocked? What would she do?

Would she make a run for it?

Could she?

Her hand gripped the bar tightly and tried it. At first she thought it was locked but she quickly found the door was just heavy to her weak arms. It swung just slightly of out the door frame as she pulled it and, since she was seriously expecting it to be locked, she squeaked and let go of the bar, the door closing by itself and she rushed back down the stairs and almost dove for the mattress.

She balled up with tears coming to her eyes. For all she knew, Mark was waiting right on the other side of that door for her to try and escape. The prospect of facing him was too frightening and she found the answer to her question of whether or not she would or could make a break for it. She would not. She could not.

“Damn. I was looking forward to giving her another spanking.”

“Can’t win them all, Bro, now pay up.”

“Fine, take it. I’m goin’ back to bed.”

Chris and Mark were watching Jennifer on a TV monitor that was set up to three cameras stealthfully hidden in the room, one of which was in the bathroom. It was easier than they thought it’d be to set up, and were quite proud of how hard it was to spot them from inside the room. There were no microphones though, so it was just video without the audio.

Chris watched Mark head towards the bed in his room and, being very awake and well rested himself, got to his feet and left his bedroom so Mark could sleep and he headed downstairs. He stepped into the kitchen of his house where he saw his parents in their business suits, his mom stirring eggs to try and make them cook faster, and his dad reading the paper ignoring the world around him for as long as he could.

This was his life most mornings. His mother would finish cooking the eggs, throwing them onto a plate with a couple pieces of toast and she’d leave for work. Then his dad, somehow noticing that his wife was missing, would fold the paper up and leave it on the table, drain the rest of his coffee, check his watch and complain how late it was already and would get up and leave too. No words were exchanged. No goodbye hugs or kisses or ‘have a nice day’s.

That was his life. It wasn’t so bad. It’d be even lonelier without Mark around, but he’d get by all the same. His father was the owner of his own company which involved government contracting and his mother was a divorce lawyer. They both brought in really good money and he had never really went wanting for anything.

He used a fork to shovel eggs onto his toast and folded the toast length-wise, eating it like a crunchy egg taco. He cleaned his plate and prepared some more eggs and toast.

Jennifer sat up as she heard the door swish open and Chris step through with a plate of food. He came down the stairs with a pleasant smile on his face, “Good morning, Jenny. I brought you eggs and toast for breakfast. It might be the only thing I can make you until dinner, so I hope you enjoy it.”

She couldn’t hide her hunger but patiently waited for him to hand the plate over. She did not have the luxury of a fork so she used the toast to scoop the eggs into her mouth. Her eyes glanced up at him every few moments and she paused at his staring at her. She remembered Mark blowing up at her for making eye contact and she quickly averted her eyes. Better to eat while she could and she quickly cleaned her plate.

Chris was watching her eat and was wearing his usual grin. It faltered a little bit when she looked away like she did. He was watching through the camera when Mark was spanking her and choking her and it took every ounce of his willpower to not run back downstairs and stop Mark.

She used a finger to push some egg that was on her lip into her mouth and held the plate back out to Chris which he took.

“I hope you don’t mind, but ... where is ... Mark?”

“Asleep. You don’t have to worry about him right now.”

Right now. For sure, she was safe from Mark ... for right now, but later? She hugged her legs to her chest, still forgetting that she was nude and that she wasn’t really hiding her nether regions very well.

He sat there looking at her for a short while. It was very interesting to him to watch every tiny emotion that flittered across her face. She already seemed so used to the idea that she was going to lose her virginity to two men that kidnapped her, but that was just on the surface. Underneath her calm visage he could see that she was nearly constantly on the verge of a panic attack. Her courage made him smile a little.

Jennifer saw the smile out of the corner of her eye and looked up at him, his smile for some reason making her smile, enjoying the feeling that she could relax even just a little bit around Chris.

“What is it?”

Chris shrugged with his lips pursing, “It’s just ... most girls don’t get taken. Most girls, I’d imagine at least, don’t lose their virginity under such circumstances. I can’t help but admire your bravery ... for keeping a level head.”

Jennifer’s smile sort of died down as he spoke, no longer enjoying the reminder that she will have had sex by the end of the day, though when he finished she couldn’t help but blush at his words. She got the feeling he was trying to compliment her but just in ... a really weird way. She shrugged as if it were nothing and brushed an arm with her other hand, “Well to be honest...” She looked up at him to check if her honest opinion was welcomed and continued as he nodded his head, “ ... I like you a lot more than I like Mark. And that is to say that I don’t like Mark at all.”

Chris couldn’t help but chuckle and shrug his shoulders at that, “He can take a little getting used to.”

“Easy for you to say. He isn’t going to ... do you in the butt.”

His lighthearted chuckle quieted and he shrugged with his lips again, “I did say this wasn’t going to be fair.” He saw her pitiful look that was begging for his help in protecting her, but it was out of his hands at the moment. Maybe in the future, but right now he couldn’t help her.

That line of thought was depressing him so he patted the mattress space between them, “Ready to get started?”

Jennifer had shot him a defeated look and looked to the floor with a heavy sigh. So Chris wasn’t going to help her against Mark. She closed her eyes when he asked her if she was ready to start and softly nodded her head. Not because she actually was, but because she knew he was going to do what he wanted regardless of whether or not she wanted to.

Chris stood up and moved in front of her, “First things first. I still have clothes on. Help me take them off.”

She tried getting to her feet but he took her by the shoulders and kept her bent low so she stayed on her knees. He took his own shirt off while she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs. He didn’t have shoes on so he stepped out of them easily. Next she hooked her fingertips into the waistband of his boxers and eased them down as well, careful of the slowly growing bulge that was practically in her face.

When his boxers were laying next to his pants and he was naked in front of her save for his socks, she looked up and at his growing penis. In spite of herself and her situation, she couldn’t help but think it was actually kinda cute. Like a pet worm that her biology class would take care of for the semester. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle which Chris mistook as a sign of nervousness.

“It’s okay, just go slow with it. Remember, this is something that’s going to happen, so just relax as much as you can. The more tense you are about everything, she harder this is going to be.”

She listened to his words and sighed again, reaching a hand up and taking hold of his dangling member. He grinned and knelt down, “Thanks, but it’ll get hard on its own. Lay down on your back. Let me get you going.”

She blinked and leaned back, catching her weight with her hands behind her and laid down with her legs bent at the knee. Chris got on his knees and leaned forward, spreading her legs gently. She didn’t resist and her legs opened to reveal her honeypot, the lips of her yet untouched flower still closed tightly.

Curling his arms under her legs he pulled her closer to the edge of the mattress. She looked down between her legs and saw Chris just staring at her vagina and dropped her head looking back up at the ceiling blushing heavily, thinking how embarrassing that was. She heard him whisper to himself ‘Beautiful’ before he leaned his head down to kiss the inside of her leg just above her knee.

She thought back to how he had made her orgasm yesterday and the memory of that feeling was already exciting her. Chris planted little kisses on her skin leading closer and closer to the prize at the joint. Her breathing quickened as he got oh so near and gasped when he completely skipped her most private of parts and started back up the other leg. She whimpered a little bit like he had cheated her out of something which surprised her; that she would have that reaction.

Chris lifted his head a little bit to look at her but she couldn’t bring herself to look down at him. He looked back down at her small flower and exhaled slowly on it. She gasped again at the sensation of his hot breath and her butt raised off the mattress, Chris watching with held breath as her lips parted just slightly and he could see she was slightly moist. He grinned and slowly lowered his head.

She felt his breath again before his lips as he gently kissed her lower lips and nudged the top of her slit open just a little with his nose, inhaling her heady aroma. His tongue stuck out and used just the tip to taste just the inside of her lips. She felt the oddly beautiful sensation but it wasn’t anything compared to how he had touched her last night.

The tip of Chris’ tongue eased its way between her folds, tasting her sweet nectar. The stories he had read online had always described a virgin’s taste as sweet instead of the slightly sour taste of a more mature female and he had to agree whole-heartedly. His tongue slipped out further into her hole, wiggling around before sliding upward to flick the little nub at the top of her slit.

“nnNNAAH!”

She felt her hips raise with his tongue as what felt like an electrical shock shot through her body. That was the feeling she knew from yesterday and she audibly sucked in a lungful of air, her hands coming down to rest on the top of his head as Chris went to town. She felt his arms take a tighter hold on his hips and pushed his face harder into her pelvic. His lips separated the clit from its hood and he sucked it just slightly into his mouth as his tongue swiped sideways on it.

She was going to make another grunting noise but the sudden massive stimulation sent her mind into outer space. Her body tensed up so Chris knew she was having an orgasm, but he didn’t let up and when her brain started coming back down it went straight back up again. Her muscles started spasming and her body flopping on the mattress to subconsciously retreat from the overstimulation but Chris had a strong hold on her hips.

He kept it up for as long as his tongue was able and when it started to cramp he stopped and slowly lifted his mouth from her mound. He looked down at her heaving chest with her irregular breaths and couldn’t help but grin. He did that, and felt it was something to be proud of. He pulled her hips to the edge of the mattress and figured he should do it now before she came back down.

“ ... but just to make sure.”

He pulled her legs to either side of him and took his iron rod member in his hand, pointing it down and sliding his mushroom head up and down her extremely lubricated slit, whether it was from her own juices or his spit, he couldn’t have cared less at the moment. Taking her left leg with that hand, he placed the second just on her pelvic bone and wiggled his thumb onto her clit.

She could feel herself regaining rational thought again and when she opened her eyes she focused and saw Chris smiling down at her, her legs spread and him rubbing his dick through her juices about to ‘take’ her, but then the view of his penis was blocked by his hand and felt his thumb searching for her clit again. She shook her head from side to side slowly trying to speak to tell him no more but only managed an unintelligible mumble of words before his thumb went to work.

Chris just rubbed his thumb from left to right, applying just enough pressure. Left, then right, his thumb eased across her button. Really, it was kind of cheating. If only more guys would just make use of such a tiny little piece of flesh, then guys wouldn’t get such a bad rap as lousy lovers. Here he was turning this inexperienced little girl into putty in his hands and it really couldn’t have been any easier.

She rest her head back down and closed her eyes as her body kept feeling that erotic shocking feeling every time his thumb slid over her clit, her body jumping with each bolt going through it. She felt it building back up again, unable to have kept track of how many times she had come. She wasn’t aware of if she had made any noise, if she had moved at all, nothing.

To the left and to the right again, Chris slid his thumb over her clit. The steady rhythm kept making her body jump with each contact and she could feel her body building up even more. She couldn’t catch her breath and her chest was heaving and she felt her whole body tense up again, felt her lungs catch to hold her breath, and then felt nothing else as her brain exploded again.

Chris was waiting for her to cum again before taking his rod by the base and aiming it at the entrance to her unbroken hole and thrust forward as much as he could. The initial feeling of something blocking his way quickly gave in to the extreme vise grip clinging to his dick. He couldn’t tell if her pussy, in the middle of a mind-crashing orgasm, was trying to rip his dick off and eat it or to smash it into a pancake and push it out. Either way it felt damn good in a kind of almost painful way.

He held still and didn’t move while she came down from her orgasm. He even waited until she managed to catch her breath. She opened her eyes feeling more full then she’d ever felt before, which suddenly made sense to her, given she had been a virgin up until a moment ago. She hadn’t felt any pain but she figured that’d come later, like in the morning.

Chris was still rock hard in spite of not moving for what seemed like half an hour, though it had really only been a few minutes. He looked down at her and raised himself up on his elbows, “You okay?”

She blinked and kept looking at the ceiling, trying to think about that. Was she okay? She didn’t really feel any different. Was she supposed to? If she had to be honest she was... “A little dizzy. Never felt anything like that before.”

He grinned and kissed her on the cheek, “I’m going to start moving. If it hurts, just say so and I’ll stop.”

Jennifer nodded her head and moved her arms, starting to raise them to hug Chris to her body, but thought better on it and they dropped back down to the mattress. She wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a woman now, and Chris had done that to her. Or for her? Should she be happy about not being a virgin anymore? She could decide to hate him for raping her.