Disclaimer: Any sexual acts depicted involve only characters ages 18 or older. This is a work of fiction.
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Deion pulled out a pair of jeans from one of the dresser drawers and picked up the oversized pale blue T-shirt that Aaron had just tried to strangle Linda with and threw them at her.
"Put these on and let's go."
Linda numbly picked up her glasses from the nightstand and put them back on. The naked and recently raped woman stared at the clothing and then back up at her captor.
"You said I could clean up and --"
"There's no time for that," Deon barked. "Just put on the clothes, bitch. No more stalling."
"I need underwear though, and my bra..."
Deon stalked over and reached down to give each of Linda's breasts a rough squeeze.
"No you don't, girl. You just need to look presentable enough to move. I want easy access to those tits and we'll expect your fuck-hole to stay open for business. So get comfy feeling air on that bare pussy. You'll go commando. Now stop asking stupid questions and get moving."
The beautiful young mother mechanically pulled on the jeans and shrugged into the T-shirt.
She could still feel the cum congealing in her ass and the occasional trickle of seed ooze from her tainted cunt. The poor woman had never felt so dirty before. And Linda just knew that it was a kind of dirtiness that she could never fully cleanse away no matter how many showers she took.
But the mother of two did take immense comfort in one thing at least: they were leaving the house. She and the convicts would be gone before her children got home from school, and that was all that mattered.
"Let's go. Come on, come on." Deion hounded her as she grabbed a few toiletries and other necessities. She took her purse and a pair of yoga leggings and an extra T-shirt. Deion led her out back to the garage where Aaron was finishing loading up the minivan.
"Look what I brought for you, bitch. I wouldn't want you to be missing it." She gaped as Aaron brandished the giant pink dildo he'd found in her dresser earlier. Clearly he meant to force her to use it later for his own personal entertainment. Disgusted, Linda looked away.
Her daughters were safe, but it seemed that her own nightmare was just beginning.
"You sit in back with her while I drive," Deion rumbled.
"You sure, man? I can drive."
"I'm SURE," Deion said, leveling his partner with a cold stare that said 'Shut up and sit.'
Noting the alpha-beta relationship between the two men and the slight undercurrent of tension it caused, Linda wondered if she could use that to her advantage.
Suddenly, though, Deion seemed to think better of his plan.
"Actually, nah. Linda, you get to sit up here with me." Linda did as she was told, wincing when Deion dug his hand under the waistband of her jeans and tunneled two fingers into her pussy. "You still sticky with my swimmers down there, eh bitch?"
"Ughhh. Y-yes," Linda admitted unhappily.
"Mmm. Good. That's hot. That makes me happy," Deion said with a shit-eating grin. "Now listen up and listen good - I'm going to give you the opportunity to earn your freedom." He paused as Linda's expression brightened with the tiniest glimmer of hope. "That's right, girl. Here's the deal. You just help us get out of here. You've lived out here in the country for long enough to know the back roads, right? We don't want to rely purely on GPS. We want to take the roads least traveled, if you know my meaning. We're wanted men, girl, so we have to get creative and stay scarce. And I'm thinking you with your local knowledge might be just what we need to find a place to lie low. Do you know of a place like that?"
Linda immediately thought of a cabin that was about a half hour or so north of them. No one nearby knew about it except for her because she'd known the reclusive though kind-hearted neighbor, Mr. Patinson, who had lived there. He had died last year though and his wife had left the cabin empty, moving up to live with their kids while she decided what to do with the property. It was now abandoned, well hidden in a forested glen far from any of the main roads - or minor ones, for that matter. Only a slender gravel driveway wound through thick woods up to the cabin's back door.
