by Alta Hensley
I stood speechless. I had no idea how to even respond. Her words weren’t fully sinking in. It was as if my brain was blocking out the level of lunacy as a way to protect my own sanity.
“But try not to give it to him all tonight. Spread it out. Start with a blow job, then tomorrow we will move on to something else. Give the boy a little tease. Play with his emotions and desires a bit.” She turned and gave me a large smile. “Now, a good wife knows how to give a good blow job, dear. So go on inside that room and lick his cock like a dutiful wife would do.” The door to the kitchen opened up and she quickly added, “And remember that Momma is watching.”
Pope walked in and scowled when he saw me standing in the nightie and tiny robe. His look reminded me of the same expression he’d given when he had seen me sitting naked and tied to a chair.
“Are you ready for bed?” he asked between gritted teeth. “It’s been a long day.”
“Oh she’s more than ready,” Vivian answered for me. “You kids get a good night’s rest. We have so much to do tomorrow to get everything unpacked and set up just right to be our perfect family home.”
Pope didn’t say anything as he walked up to me and gently took me by the upper arm and led me out of the kitchen. “Are you okay?” he whispered when we reached the hallway.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring the words to form in my mouth. How was I going to do this? How would I survive this sick game if I was expected to have such vile and filthy acts done to me like having a finger shoved up my ass by an unhinged woman? Vivian expected me to suck on the penis of a man whom I didn’t know. She expected me to do it all while cameras were recording me. How was I to survive this? I couldn’t! There was no fucking way!
“What was my mother saying in there? You look white as a ghost. Did she do something to your friend?”
I shook my head and whispered, “Not yet.”
“Good,” he said as he guided me down another hallway to where there was a large doorway at the end of it. “Then we will keep doing whatever we have to do to placate my mother. Whatever it takes.”
Yes… whatever it takes. I knew I needed to do whatever it took or Maria and Luis would suffer. I knew Vivian wasn’t bluffing. She had already proven to me how serious she was by showing me the pictures of Maria inspecting her ruined tires. I knew Vivian wouldn’t simply kill her and the baby because that would give away all her power, but she could definitely make their lives miserable for each misbehaving act of mine. So, yes, I would have to do whatever it took, even if that meant giving a blow job to Pope against my will.
As we entered Pope’s bedroom, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Maybe it was the door closing and the sound of the lock he clicked, or maybe it was the warm shades of burgundy and wine colors that made up the room, but something about standing there beside him made me feel an odd sense of comfort. The walls were made from polished logs, and the ceiling was arched with massive wood beams. A large master bed with an intricately carved headboard sat in the middle of the room. Fluffy pillows with a beautiful quilt all in warm red colors meshed perfectly together. The room smelled like the shirt of Pope’s I had been wearing—masculine.
I padded barefoot on the wide, wooden-planked floor to a sliding glass door that opened to a private deck. “It’s beautiful. You have your own oasis here.”
Pope walked over to a brown leather chair that sat in the corner of the room next to a lamp and tiny table. At the foot of the chair sat a basket full of books and magazines. He began removing his boots as he mumbled, “It seems I’m in need of this oasis more now than ever before. We both are.”
There were two Adirondack chairs on the deck that I imagined having coffee in on a beautiful morning. If I were here at this house for any other reasons, it would be a true vacation paradise—especially this master bedroom. The large slider and the huge window to the left of the bed looked out onto a picturesque view of the woods. Large pine trees, redwoods, and aspens, reminded me of a fairytale setting.
“There’s an attached private bathroom behind that door,” he said.
I looked over my shoulder to see him kicking off his last boot. Pope leaned back in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair. I was about to ask him a question when I remembered.
Momma’s watching…
I glanced at the corners of the room for any signs of cameras and couldn’t tell where they would have been placed. The large rafters made it impossible to see if cameras were hidden among them. We couldn’t talk safely in the room. I knew this, but I had to somehow tell Pope. “Can we go outside?”
“Outside? You aren’t exactly dressed for the evening temperatures.”
I reached for a red-checkered flannel blanket that hung over the edge of the bed and wrapped it around me. “I could really use some fresh air,” I said as I walked toward the slider. “Actually, I wish I had my cigarettes. A smoke is highly needed right now.”
Pope stood and walked toward a dresser and pulled out the top drawer. “Smoking is a nasty habit, Demi,” he lectured. “But lucky for you, I suffer from that same bad habit.” He pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter before pushing the drawer closed.
I walked outside with Pope right behind me. The brisk air made contact with my face, and had I not had the blanket wrapped tightly around me, I would have been cold for sure. But as I lowered myself into the low-seated chair, I felt cozy and content.
Pope sat down beside me, lit a cigarette, and then passed it to me. He then lit his own cigarette and took a long drag before speaking. “I try to save them for a special occasion. But if having a kidnapped woman in my bedroom isn’t a special occasion, I’m not sure what the fuck is.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t sure if it was his sick sense of humor, or simply knowing I was going to inhale the sweet taste of nicotine any minute. “Yeah, I think we both get a free pass right now.”
Remembering the question I had wanted to ask, I did so now. “Why did you insist I sleep in your room rather than my own?”
“Do you really need to ask that?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Because my mother—Vivian—is dangerous. No way am I going to trust her in the middle of the night. Who knows what she’s capable of doing to you? I had no idea she was capable of kidnapping you. That’s for fucking sure. So no way am I going to give her the opportunity to hurt you.” He took another drag before adding. “You’ll be safer in here with me behind a locked door.”
“Makes sense.” And it did. As long as I didn’t upset Vivian, I was sure I would be safe. But with her temperament and her crazy demands, who knew how long she would remain happy with me?
“I’m sorry.”
“I know,” I said on exhale as the smoke left my lips. “I don’t blame you.”
“You should.”
“Why?”
“I should have stopped this long ago. I shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think I could manage my mother on my own. I knew she was dangerous. I should have had her locked away.”
“She’s your mother. Trust me, I understand all about having a fucked up mother/child relationship.”
“I still should have prevented this. And I sure as fuck shouldn’t have been so blind as to not know that she had a kidnapped girl in our moving van and the back of my goddamned plane.”
I smirked and took another relaxing drag. “Yeah, I’m still not sure how she managed to pull that off.”
Pope turned his head and studied me for several seconds before saying, “I’m sure people are looking for you by now. No doubt the authorities are involved and it’s just a matter of time until they track you down.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. But I doubt it. I don’t have any family, and frankly, I have a history of picking up and leaving without even saying a goodbye. My only friend was Maria. I had a shitty waitress job, an even shittier apartment, and not much worth returning back for to be honest.” I smirked again. “Your mother must have done her homew
ork. There’s no one to miss or worry about me. I’m the perfect candidate for someone to kidnap and not draw any attention to the situation.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Fucked right?”
Pope looked straight ahead at the forest that served as our view. “Yeah, fucked.”
12
I wasn’t sure how long Pope and I sat out on that porch smoking our cigarettes in silence, but knowing what I still had to do, I could have remained there all night. I sat with my legs tucked up against my chest, and the warm blanket cocooning me inside the soft fabric. The wooden deck felt like a lifeboat I didn’t want to disembark. I closed my eyes, savoring my false sense of security.
“You’re tired,” Pope said, the first in breaking the soothing silence. “You can have the bed, and I’ll make a pallet on the floor.”
I shook my head, knowing now was the dreaded time to tell him what needed to happen. “No. We have to sleep together. Your mother will know if we don’t.”
“No, she won’t. What happens behind that door is our damn business. She can believe we are, or whatever the fuck she wants.”
Taking a deep breath and trying not to cry, I took in his powerful body, his face, and then his eyes. I didn’t want to cry. I needed to remain strong and composed. I wasn’t going to give Vivian the power of any more tears. “She has cameras, Pope.”
Anger sizzled in his deep brown eyes. “No fucking way.”
“Yes, she told me. She said Richard helped her set them up. She said they are everywhere, and she’ll be watching the videos. She also said that Richard has access to the footage, and if he sees us do anything to harm Vivian or act out in any way, that his instructions are to go down the list that Vivian made for him of ways to hurt Maria and Luis.”
Pope didn’t say anything. He took a deep breath and stood from the chair.
“Even if we found the cameras, we can’t risk turning them off or breaking them. I believe your mother when she says she’ll do something bad to my friend. I believe her.”
“I believe her too.”
He paced in front of me from one side of the deck to the other. “So, let’s discuss a plan.”
“The only plan for now is that we have to sleep in the same bed. We have to give off the image she wants. We have to do every single thing she asks of us. She wants us to court as she puts it.”
“Fine. Fine. Fuck!” He stopped pacing. “We’ll sleep in the same fucking bed if that’ll make her happy.”
I flinched at his fury. Though understanding it, Pope’s loud, booming voice startled me.
“There’s more,” I said softly.
“More? What?”
“I’ve been given a task to do tonight, or else.”
“What task?”
I swallowed, breaking the stare that Pope and I had. How was I going to say this? Heat ran along the surface of my cheeks, and my mouth grew dry. “I have to… I have to—”
“What? Tell me!”
“I have to give you a blow job,” I blurted as I stared at the splintering wood to avoid seeing Pope’s reaction.
“What? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“She said I have to. For the sake of Maria.”
“No way! This has gone far enough. This is fucking sick. I’m not going to allow this any longer. Enough is enough!”
“Shh,” I said as I brought my finger to my lips. “If you keep yelling like that, she’s going to hear you. Stop and be quiet. Please!”
He opened his mouth, but then closed it as he took a deep and calming breath. He looked up at the sky as he did so.
“It wasn’t a suggestion of hers. It was a demand. And one I plan on doing to keep my friend safe.”
Looking back down at me in disbelief, his eyes wider than I had ever seen them, he asked, “You’re serious?”
“We have to, Pope. Vivian threatened starting a fire while they slept. God knows what else is on her evil list for Richard. But I can’t risk it.”
“So what? We go inside and you suck me off while my mother watches? This is the sickest shit I’ve ever heard!”
I nodded. “It is fucking sick, but something I’m willing to do.”
“I can’t believe this,” he mumbled to himself.
I stood up, still gripping the blanket tightly around me. “We need to go inside so I can get this over with. So we can get this over with.”
Without waiting for a response, I walked back into the bedroom. I could hear that Pope was walking in behind me, no doubt feeling the same sense of dread that I was. The sound of the sliding door being closed heightened my awareness that my little sanctuary on the deck was blocked out by a heavy pane of glass.
Closing my eyes for a quick moment and taking in a large breath of air, I mustered every last ounce of strength I had. Walking over to where Pope stood, I dropped my blanket and stood on tiptoe to place my lips by his ear. “Go sit down in that chair. Pretend you like it. Don’t give Vivian any reason to retaliate or punish me for telling you her plan.”
Thankfully, Pope didn’t argue. I didn’t have the strength to deal with any resistance. I was already balancing on a tightrope of fear. The slightest shove would have sent me tumbling into the abyss of absolute horror.
Silently sitting, Pope looked at me with compassionate eyes. I could feel him. I could hear his silent words. They were reassuring. I’m not sure how, but I could sense his supportive words. I could feel them. And whether he knew it or not, Pope gave me the added power to take the next step.
Untying the belt of the tiny robe that covered my see-through nightie, I anxiously locked eyes with Pope as I lowered the satin to the floor, exposing me completely with nothing but pink sheer fabric on my skin. Pope’s eyes remained linked with mine. He surprisingly didn’t look at my breasts and hardened nipples. He didn’t glance down to discover the sheer fabric did nothing to conceal my bare pussy freshly shaven for him. He didn’t gawk at my nakedness but rather remained focused on my eyes alone. He gave me that dignity. He gave me that privacy even as I took small steps toward where he sat, prepared to take his dick into my mouth. Maybe Vivian was watching that very moment, or maybe she wouldn’t watch until the next morning. But regardless, I was going to push that awful thought and visual to the deepest recesses of my mind. I would not give her the power of disgusting me any further. It was just Pope and me now. I was only going to focus on Pope. Nothing more.
Kneeling between his legs in front of the chair where he sat, I looked up at him with pleading eyes. I silently begged for him to offer no fight. To allow this. Allow me to do whatever it took to protect my friend. I wordlessly begged that he allow me to take control.
As if he could read my thoughts, he gave me a slight nod of permission. He reached out and caressed my cheek in a loving act of reassurance. It was as if he had to offer some light on this dark situation. He was compelled to offer the slightest bit of affection even if it was only a soft touch to my face.
I reached with shaky hands for the button on his pants and undid it with the ease of a woman who had done this before. I was like a dying fish out of water, but I would pretend to be a mighty shark. If I pretended to be strong, then maybe, just maybe, I would be able to hold onto a little bit of that strength to allow me to survive this situation. When the button unfastened, and after I lowered the zipper, Pope reached for my hand to stop me. His eyes told me he was having second thoughts.
Survival was on the line.
No time for second thoughts.
“Pull your cock out of your pants and put it in my mouth,” I ordered in a stern whisper. I wasn’t asking. I was demanding just as Vivian was. “Now.”
“No,” he said as he went to zip up his pants.
“Please. Pope.”
He froze, scrutinized my face and then did as I asked. He removed his cock with his hand, but didn’t let go. It was as if he was shielding himself from my assault. And it was an assault. I was going to rape his dick with the touch of my lips and the lick of my tongue, just as he was g
oing to rape my mouth. A sexual act against both our wills.
Seeing that he was beginning to waver again as his body tensed, I placed my fingertips on his hand that still held his cock. The simple touch made his penis twitch, and I could see it start to harden. Feeling encouraged by his slight sign of arousal, I gently pushed away his hand and captured Pope’s hardening dick into my palm. It grew as his breath hitched. He didn’t want this, but his body did. I could see, I could feel that it did. I glanced up at him and watched as Pope closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the leather of the chair. Pleasure replaced every other emotion that was once on his face as I eased my hand down his shaft and then back up again. Looking back down at his dick, I saw Pope Montgomery at full sexual arousal, and what an impressive sight it was. I had never taken a penis of that size into my mouth before. It was thick and tall as it stood ready for my tongue to lick along its extraordinary length.
Feeling my pulse speed up, and my own desire throb between my legs, I parted my lips and brought them to the tip of his cock. The minute they made contact with his sensitive flesh, Pope moaned. This was happening. We both knew at that very moment I was going to fuck Pope with my mouth.
Rising up on my knees so I could help ease the motion of lowering my mouth onto him fully, I sank his cock all the way to the back of my throat. He was rooted completely into my mouth. I circled my tongue around the mass that spread my lips wide. Up and down, I began this forced blow job. Tightening my lips around his cock, I bobbed my head as his moans pervaded my ears. I was pleasing him… and I liked it. I liked it so much that I pressed my mouth all the way down, deep throating his member until I gagged and tears slid from my eyes. Enjoying the only power I had—the power to please Pope—I slowly rose to the tip of his penis, circled it with my tongue, and then lowered him into my mouth, pressing hard against the back of my throat. I wanted all of him. And as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and helped guide me up and down in the rhythm he desired, I obediently followed his direction. Up and down, I sucked. Up and down, I licked. Up and down, I felt the slight sting against my scalp as Pope set the tempo.