Jane somehow managed to get up on her feet. With her hands taped behind her back and the aching cunt, she struggled to find her balance, as she slowly made her way to the kitchen; her pussy leaking Mike's cum and her juices along the way. She managed to get her hands on a knife and was thankful that he hadn't taped her fingers as well. Jane nicked herself a little as she carefully cut the tape. She massaged her wrists which had light tape marks on them that were quickly fading,
'At least I won't have to somehow hide it from them,' Jane thought to herself. Jane reached down to her pussy and scooped some of his cum out. 'FUCK!' she cursed herself, as the thought of tasting his cum crossed her mind for a split second. She immediately washed her hands. Jane looked for her panties, they were a little soiled but still better than running to the bedroom to get a new pair and potentially leaking his cum all over the house.
After Jane put her pants back on, she immediately sprang into action to clean the couch, but the stain was deep. Thinking quickly, she ran over to the kitchen, brewed a cup of coffee and poured some on the couch and some on her clothes. With her excuse prepared, she quickly wiped the floor and headed straight to the shower, tossing her clothes in the washing machine on the way.
In the shower, Jane washed herself thoroughly. When she touched her tits, she could feel how Mike had mauled them, slapped them and sucked on them-- she could still see the faint redness of the ordeal. Then, Jane slowly made her way down there. As her fingers touched her labia, she gasped at the heightened sensitivity, but quickly steeled herself. She began to wash herself down there, even squatting and fingering herself a little to wash away as much of the cum as possible. But she knew some was still deep inside her womb-- at least, it was her safe day.
Once she got out and quickly dried herself, she promptly flopped onto the bed, and dozed off, thinking about the horrifying ordeal she had gone through, and then realizing her home, her safe space, wasn't safe anymore.
***
It had been a couple of days since Mike had blackmailed and raped her. Jane tried to act normally in front of her family, but the looming threat of Mike was ever present in the back of her mind.
Jane had just served breakfast to Robert and Sara, and when they were having some small talk, there was a knock on the door. Jane sprang to her feet and looked through the peephole. It was Mike. She opened the door. Seeing her in nightgown was enough to get Mike a little excited. He unzipped and let his erection fly out, startling Jane.
"My family is here! GO AWAY!"
She tried to shoo Mike away, but a smirk grew on his face.
"Then you better get to it quick, or I will show them this!" Mike pulled up his phone and showed the pics of Jane having an orgasm and the creampie. Jane's eyes went wide in fear, she was speechless.
"Who is it, honey!?"
Robert's voice from the dining room snapped her back.
"It's just Mrs. Walters, sweetie. I'll be back soon," Jane quickly replied back, and closed the door behind her.
"Quick thinking there! Very nice!" Mike mocked her.
"You asshole!" Jane scorned at Mike, as she kneeled in front of him, his cock dangling in front of her face. Jane hesitated for a moment.
"Go on! Or, do you want them to find you sucking my dick?" Mike put his hands on the back of her head and gently nudged her slowly to his dick.
Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, Jane began eagerly sucking his cock.
"AAAHH!! You've been wanting to suck my cock, haven't you?" Mike taunted Jane, intentionally misinterpreting her eagerness. He kept his hand on the back of her head to keep her from speaking.
