Stunned by the furious beauty of his orgasm, Bob lay on the floor. For a long time the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing and Janet's gasps for air. She groaned once and rolled to her side, holding a hand over her aching pussy.
Slowly, Bob got up to his hands and knees, head hanging as he came back to reality. He knew he had never had sex like that before. Never had so much pleasure from screwing – never dreamed that so much enjoyment was possible.
Gradually his breathing returned to normal and he sat on the floor, chains tangled around his feet.
Blood smeared him from face to crotch. He looked at Janet. Blood streaked her from neck to knees.
"Bob. Bob, are you all right?" Linda asked.
"Yeah. Fine." He did not look at her.
"I need a drink," Janet said.
"I'll get it." Dan stood up and moved to the small bar.
Bob watched closely as the man fixed the drink and brought it to the woman.
Janet turned over and sat up, scooting away from Bob, before she gulped down half of the tall drink in one long swallow.
"Ahh, yeah. Thanks." She took another gulp of the drink.
"Okay." Dan moved away.
"Now will you let us go?" Linda asked. "What more can you want from us?"
Bob unwrapped the tangled chains from his ankles and sat with his arms propping him up, knees bent up close in front of his chest.
"Please let us go," Linda said. "Oh, please!"
"You might as well. Dan's all washed up. We all know he's no kind of a man," Bob said slowly. "We all know that, don't we, Dan? You're not much of a man at all." He firmed his hands into fists behind his back. "No kind of a man at all!"
"You shut up. Just shut your fucking mouth." He moved closer to Bob.
"You make me. But you're not even man enough for that. Not even with my legs chained to the floor."
"Just watch your ass, that's all. Just watch out."
Dan came closer, picking up the whip.
"I'm more of a man than you are, Dan. I proved that. Proved it but good."
"You bastard." Dan stood over Bob, whip poised to strike.
Bob kicked, both feet right together. He caught Dan square in the balls.
"Aaaarrrrnnngh!" Dan howled as the kick doubled him, his crotch a pit of pure agony.
"Shit!" Bob lunged, both fists flying. He landed a hard punch to the man's nose as Dan redoubled, clutching his balls. Bob leaped and caught Dan on the side of the head as the man fell to the floor in a heap, yelling, his nose spread across his face, blood seeping down over his mouth and chin.
Bob grabbed the man by the arm, twisted the hand up viciously behind the guy's back and hauled him close.
"Mother-fucker!" He jammed the arm up higher. Dan cried out with new pain. The arm almost left the socket. "Untie my legs. Now, damn it. I'll break your arm. Untie me, you shit eater." He jerked twice more on the arm.
"Oh, God." Dan tried to twist away.
"Damn it." Bob's other arm caught the man across the throat and he began a choke-hold, squeezing the windpipe steadily. "Untie my God damned legs. Now, you son of a bitch. Do it!" He hunched over the man's back.
"I… okay, okay," he gasped, choking as the arm squashed his neck. "Take it easy. God damn, you're killing me."
"Just take the fucking chains off. Now." He jerked on the pinned arm.
"Yes. Oh, God. Okay." Dan fumbled for the chains.
Bob relaxed his holds but kept the man in a tight grip.
Janet took up the whip and crept around behind Bob. She lifted the lash and he whirled, throwing Dan at her, almost ripping the man's arm out of his body.
"Ahhrrnggn!" Dan gave a strangled screw of pure pain.
"Put it down, Janet. Just stand still or I'll kill him. Right here and now. Do it. Just stand still."
"I…" she lowered the whip.
"Do it. For God's sake. He'll kill me," Dan gasped.
"Okay." Janet dropped the whip and moved back.
"Mow, take off the chains." Bob forced the man's head down toward the floor.
"Yes." Dan fumbled with the links. He got one set-screw loose, then twisted the restraining wire free. His fingers tightened on the second screw and the cuff slowly came open.
"The other one. Hurry up, God damn it." Bob flexed his legs slowly.
"I'm doing it, man." Dan got the other leg free. "There. That's better." Bob took a step back, releasing his hold. He watched as the man got to his feet. He reached out, took Dan by the shoulder, turned him around and bit him right on the jaw, the punch with the full force of his body behind it. Dan sprawled back, falling without a cry to the floor, knocked out.
"Bob," Linda gasped when she saw her husband was free.
Janet shrank back when Bob looked at her, unable to meet his eyes.
"Linda. God, oh, Linda." Bob ran to his wife.
"Bob, Bob." Linda started to cry as he fumbled with the straps on her wrists.
"Linda, oh, God. Linda. Are you all right? Jesus, what they did to you. Christ. I'm sorry. God. Oh, Linda." He got her hands free and turned to undo her legs.
"Oh, Bob. Bob. I love you." She tried to sit up but the straps still held her to the bench, the chains biting in round her tits when she moved. "Hurry. Please. Get these off me. Please."
"Yes, I will." Bob got her legs free and helped her sit up as he took the chains from the ring in the middle of her back and removed the metal circles from her boobs.
"Bob. Oh, God. Oh." She clung to him, shuddering. "Just hold me. Please. Hold me. Just hold me. Please."
"I know. It's over. It's all over, honey. We can go home. Get away from here. Leave this place. It's over. It's all over now. It'll be like before. Like it never happened." He stroked her blonde hair softly. "I love you."
"Bob, Bob." She sobbed on his shoulder, holding him close.
"Come on." He started to get up. "Let's get out of here. We'll call the cops from our cabin. These creeps are going to jail for a long, long time."
"Bob… I… no. No cops." Linda clung to him.
"No cops? Why the hell not? After what they did to you? Did to us?"
"No… I… I don't want to have to… to tell anyone. Not ever. It was… oh, God. So awful. I don't want to talk about it. Not to cops. No."
"I… well… I guess if you want to."
"Please, Bob. I just want to forget it. Forget it ever happened. Please."
"I… okay. But let's get the hell out of here. Now." He started looking around for their clothes.
"That's good, Bob," Janet said. "About not calling the cops. You see, you went along with it."
"Like hell!"
"I've got your cum in my pussy. That'll show up in any lab test. And how the hell will you explain that? Huh?"
"Bob. Let's go. Just go from here. Please." Linda covered herself with the remains of her blouse and tried to straighten her capris out enough to put them on.
"You are sure one slimy cunt, Janet." Bob found his jeans and slid into them.
"You ought to know, Bob. You sure seemed to like it when you were fucking me. Liked it a hell of a lot."
"I did that to get loose. It was all a plan. The whole thing. And when I made fun of Dan, that was to get him close enough for me to take him. It worked. I got you turned on and you untied my arms. Then I punched Dan out and he undid my legs. All part of the plan."
"I figured as much. But you didn't figure on one part of it, Bob."
"What the hell are you talking about? I set it up, the whole thing, and it worked. It got me loose. Got us free."
"Sure. But you didn't know how much you were going to like it."
Bob looked away from her. She was right. "You liked it, Bob. You liked it one hell of a lot saw your face when you came. You loved it. You got your rocks off like you never did before. I saw it, Bob. Written all aver your face. I saw it, Bob."
"You're full of shit." He found the remains of his ripped shirt and threw it away. "Let's go, honey. I want to get the hell out of here."
"Yes. I'm ready." Linda stood beside her husband, holding on to his arm with both hands. "I hate this place."
"All right, Bob. I'm right and you know I'm right. You liked it. You're one of us, now."
"Bullshit!" Bob turned toward the door. "You're one of us, Bob. One of us. One of us." She kept repeating the words as Bob led Linda out to the car.
"She's crazy. Just crazy." Bob helped Linda into the car. "It's over." He got in beside her and started the car. "Over and finished. Done." Bob drove down the mountain road toward their cabin.
"Just hold me." Linda said to him, one arm going over his shoulders. "I love you." She caressed his arm.
"You are so… I don't know… I… I just love you. God, so much."
Linda snuggled against her husband all the way to their cabin.
Bob helped her inside, moving beside her until they were in their bedroom. He let her go into the bathroom and stripped off his jeans and lay on the bed in his bathrobe.
Bob knew Janet had been right. He had loved the feel of his body when he fucked her. And he had loved the massive passions that crashed out of his crotch. He loved the savage sexual thrills… loved every part of the encounter with her.
And he wondered if he… if Linda would be able to satisfy him again. Would she be able to give him the kind of pleasure he knew about now?
Linda spent a long time in the bathroom, cleaning the most intimate parts of her body thoroughly. The long night had left her exhausted and frightened. There were lingering aches in different parts of her body.
She had shut her eyes through most of the things they had endured, but occasionally she looked. One sight she knew she would never forget: Bob with Janet, heaving desperately into her, their blood-smeared bodies glued together. His face blazing with ecstasy – ecstasy beyond anything she had ever seen there when he screwed her.
Linda knew that somehow, someway, she would have to give Bob that same degree of pleasure. She would have to do that if she was going to keep him around for very long.
Drawing the bathrobe closely around her, she went back to the bedroom.
"Thank you, honey. For letting me go first. I feel better now. All the filth washed away." She sat on the bed beside him. "How do you feel?"
"Tired. Washed out. Exhausted."
"I'll fix you something to eat if you want me to."
"No. That's okay. I just want to get cleaned up and get some sleep. About three weeks worth." He swung his legs to the floor and got up, keeping the robe closed to hide the blood that clung to his skin. "I won't be long."
"That's okay, honey. I'm not scared now. It's all over and behind us and we can forget all about it."
"Yeah, I gum so." Bob went to the bathroom. The shower stung where it hit against the dozens of small cuts. But all the bleeding had stopped and he washed carefully, cleaning the sweat, the smell of the woman's body, from his skin. He laid an extra batch of lather over his balls and dick.
A long rinse with the warm water gushing and he felt more relaxed.
Linda was curled under the blankets when he went into the bedroom, the light dim, just spilling from the hallway. He left the light on and crawled under the coven beside his wife. There was a slow kiss, an embrace and he fell asleep.
It was nearly noon when Linda woke up, feeling stiff and achy. She looked at Bob, asleep beside her, face down, head turned away from her, pressed into his pillow. She slid carefully from the bed and put on her robe. Going to the kitchen she had to pass Uncle Frank's storage room and she shuddered, keeping far away from the padlocked door.
Linda fixed a large breakfast, sausage, eggs, sweet rolls, juice and coffee and put it on a big tray to carry up to her husband.
She knocked a cup on a saucer by accident and the man stirred as she came through the bedroom door.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnrgnnh?" Bob barely moved his head around.
"Good morning," Linda said quietly. "How are you?"
"I'm… fine." He opened one eye, peering around carefully until he saw her, advancing with a cup of steaming coffee for him. "Good morning." Bob turned slowly, moving so his muscles did not ache too much.
"Did you sleep well?" She handed him the cup.
"Yes." He took a small sip of the coffee. "How about you?" He looked, at her closely.
"Fine. I feel a lot better." She fixed plates of food for them both and carded them to the bed.
"This is real nice of you, honey. Thanks." He gave hem a little kiss on the forehead when he took the plate.
"I only did it because I love you, Bob." She sat a few feet from him an the side of the bed, taking a forkful of egg into her mouth.
"Great." He swallowed his food rapidly, hunger rowing as he ate. "Real nice. Thanks, honey."
"Thank you, Bob." They finished the meal quickly, Bob almost wolfing down the food, not speaking until Linda took the empty plates and got refills for their coffee.
"More coffee, Bob?" Linda stacked the dishes on the fray.
"Uh, no. This is fine. Thanks a lot, honey." He swallowed a mouthful of coffee.
"Sure. I'm just glad you liked it."
"I did." He set the coffee cup on the nightstand. "I… uh, well… about last night."
"I thought we were going to forget that?" She picked up the tray.
"I think we should talk about it, Linda." Bob stood up. "It was… pretty awful for you, wasn't it?"
"It… yet it was. But it's over. I'm okay, and you're okay, too. So we forget it." She turned to take the fray downstairs. "Forget it ever happened."
"I won't. I can't. I'll never forget what they did to you. I won't forget that I couldn't do anything to stop them, either. I was helpless."
"Bob, you tried everything. I saw how hard you tried to get out of those chains. It wasn't your fault. Not at all."
"But I should have protected you." Bob pulled on a pair of jeans. "That's a man's job. A husband's duty to his wife."
"No. You tried. That's all anybody asks. And you got us both out of there. If you hadn't, we might still be there. Tied up like… like pigs for slaughter!" She went to the door. "Besides, it's not your fault." Linda started down the stairs, then turned and looked at her husband. "They tricked us. Both of us. We thought they were friendly people and they turned out to be… well, what they turned out to be." She went down to the kitchen.
Bob followed in a moment. He leaned against the kitchen door. "Honey, there's more. About last night. I… I… it's scary, but I liked some of it. Yeah." He looked at the floor.
"I know. I saw you." She spoke very softly, stacking the dishes in the sink.
"I… it felt good, Linda. Not all of it just some, at… at the end."
"Yes." She splashed some water on the dirty dishes, notable to look at him. Her hand shook as she started to wash.
"Maybe… maybe men are different… like that… about sex. Maybe… well, just like it anyway, whatever is going on."
"Maybe so." She rinsed a cup and put it in the drainer.
"I never… I didn't plan it, Linda. It just happened. And I tried to… to get out of it. You saw that."
"I saw it Bob." She set down a plate. "I saw the whole thing." Linda turned toward him. "Bob, I saw you with her, with that… that Janet creature. I saw you take her. And I saw your face when you came. You loved it. I watched you… you, my husband… fucking another woman and… and…" Her voice broke and she choked back a sob. "Oh, God. You liked it. You want it that way." Tears ran over her cheeks. "She was right. You are one of them!" She stood beside the sink weeping, shoulders shaking as tears coursed freely.
"No." Bob went to her. "No. That's not true. I'm not like that. I'm really not." His arms went to her shoulders.
"Yes, you are." Linda turned away.
"No. Listen to me." He turned her to him, holding her firmly with both hands. "I'm a man. I like sex. I like sex a lot. Hell, you know how much I like making it with you. I… I love you, Linda. I always will love you."
"I… I can't do… what she did. I can't Bob. I've thought about it and I can't. If that's what you want, you'll have to… to get someone else." She yanked herself from his grasp and ran to the living room.
"Linda." Bob ran after her. "Linda. Listen to me. I love you. I… I love your body." He grabbed her wrist and turned her to him. "I do. I love you." He kissed her firmly.
"Bob. No." She wrenched away.
"Linda, look. It's not easy for me to say this. I've had other girls, before we were married. You know that. I told you about that."
"Yes. That's different." She sat on the couch, facing the front door.
"Not really." Bob sat beside her. "I liked… liked the sex I had with those other girls. I liked it a lot. But I didn't love them. And I love you." He took her hand. "That's, what makes the difference. It makes all the difference."
"Bob, I… I don't know." She looked at the door. "I love you. You're my whole life. But I can't give you the kind of sex you want."
"I don't want it. No. I want you. I want to love you. To make love to you. To have the kind of sex we had before. That's what I want, Linda. Really it is. Believe me. Please."
"I… Bob, I want to. I do want to."
"Then do it. It's easy because it's true. I don't lie to you, Linda. I never have. I never will. I love you. I want you. Only you." He took her in his arms. "Please love me." He kissed her as tenderly as he could, just holding her mouth to his until he felt her relax.
"Bob, I… I love you." She returned his kiss, brushing her lips to his as she leaned against his bare torso.
"You are so beautiful. I love you so much." Bob added some feeling to his kiss, pressing just slightly more on her lips.
"Hold me. Hold me!" She ran her arms around his chest.
"Yes. Linda, I love you!" He drew her close, turning to let her snuggle to his body.
"Mmmmmm." She ran her hands over his back.
Bob sat very still, just holding her lightly. The moment was suddenly perfect and he wanted it to last. He had his wife in his arms, safe and warm in their cabin, all alone.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Linda let her hands rest high on his back. She wanted to offer herself to him but was afraid to take any initiative, waiting to see if he really meant it about wanting her body. She wanted his, but he would have to make the first move, he would have to show her that he was sincere about his desire for her.
As so often in his life, Bob listened to his balls. A small stirring crept out of his nuts and he tightened the grip of his hands on Linda's back and began another slow kiss. He paid close attention, ready to stop the first hint of resistance from the woman. He wanted her, wanted her very much, but he was afraid that an approach too soon after her ordeal might frighten her away.
Linda sat very still, hoping that the new kiss was a prelude to his desire. She did not move, fearful of scaring him if she did not do what he wanted her to do. His tongue probed at her lips and she let the moving tongue inside, parting her teeth slightly, still not moving to touch him or hug him.
Bob advanced gradually into his wife's mouth, waiting for some sign that she wanted him to continue. His hand went about one inch lower on her back. No stirring from her. He dared another inch, then another, sliding one hand down her back.
A tiny whiff of passion entered her cunt, just enough so she could tell it was there. It was a relief to her to know that a man could still arouse her.
"Yes." A smile took possession of her face. Linda knew that he really loved her and that she could hold him, hold him with her body and with her love. Hold the man forever.
"I love you, Bob." She kissed him, spreading her thighs and dissolving in delicate desire as he began to fuck again.