5 comments/ 51658 views/ 17 favorites You Can Run but You Can't Hide By: braindump Happy times The man was old with a sagging stomach, balding head and bad teeth. He was standing at the side of the bed looking down on her. A pair of boxer shorts his only clothing. They hung precariously around his thin waist looking like they might fall down at any minute. To her alarm she could see he had the beginnings of a hard-on. "Room in there for me?" He asked. She nodded and found herself pulling aside the duvet. The man smiled broadly. He immediately moved on top of her forcing her to turn her head away from the faint odour of his bad breath. She managed to pull the duvet back over them as he mounted her. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck as his hips began to grind against hers. His struggle to enter her only made it feel worse. When she felt his cock beginning to penetrate her she screamed, and slowly her scream merged in her mind with the ringing of a phone. She sat bolt upright, awake now, and grabbed for the phone. "Hello," she said groggily. "Hi Jenya," said three giggling voices. "Did we wake you? We are on our way. So get up you lazy cow." "Oh, yea, ok," she replied. The giggling ceased. "Jenya are you ok?" The voice of concern was Lucy's. "Just a bad dream," she said, "I am over it. Get your backsides over here pronto. I'll get the coffee on." Jenya hung up the phone and lay back on the pillow staring at the ceiling. The bad dreams were very rare now, but why did one have to happen this morning. Don't let it get to you she told herself sternly, you can cope with bad dreams and a lot more. She had proven that much already. Anyway she had Lucy, Ellie and Liz on their way over. Time with her wonderful surrogate sisters and a fun day of shopping lay ahead. So putting on a happy face she dragged herself out of bed. The dream was forgotten. They had been in the shop two hours and Jenya had lost count of the dresses she had tried on, but as soon as she saw this latest one she knew she had found the dress of her dreams. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the waiting area. Her audience gasped and put their hands to their mouths. The three watching girls were struck dumb for a moment. "Do you like it then?" asked Jenya knowing the answer before she asked the question. Suddenly they all spoke at once. The various comments of "wow" and "you look beautiful" made Jenya smile. She gave them a little turn allowing them to further admire her wedding dress. It was white of course with a sweetheart neckline, a corset style bodice and a lace motif. The dress set off her figure perfectly. She would undoubtedly look amazing on the day. Jenya giggled and announced. "I think this is the one!" The three girls watching from the sofa rushed up with a cheer to kiss and hug her. "Thank you so much for sharing this with me," Jenya said, "I have no one of my own and I feel so close to you guys. You have made today really special." "What are sisters for?" Ellie said. "Or at least sisters to be." Liz commented. "And we have to make sure a new Mrs Clements looks the part," laughed Lucy. "Joseph will be gagging for the wedding night with you looking like this." Jenya didn't reply as in the corner of her eye she noticed a man walking slowly by the window. She wasn't sure, but she felt he had been watching her and that familiar dull ache appeared in her stomach. The man disappeared around the corner and she told herself not to be silly. She was safe now. For the last two years she had regularly moved on, feared every shadow, listened in bed to every creak and groan. Now she had found her wonderful Joseph and the rest of the Clements family. Its ok she told herself I am with my new family and all is well. My history is not going to spoil my one chance at happiness. Much later when the four girls were leaving the shop loaded with bags they were too engrossed in their shopping trip to notice a man ducking into a doorway. He was watching their every step. He smiled as he watched them disappear. Its weird how so often you found the thing you had lost, only when you stopped looking, he thought. To find her in this town when he was here on other business was so bizarre, but find her he had. A dark shadow from the past Jenya was working late as usual. The wedding was still six weeks away but there was so much to do at home and work to get ready. It was full on. Thinking she had heard a noise she paused and looked out from her office across the deserted floor. The odd computer monitor glowed brightly, standing out against the dim emergency lights, which stayed on all the time. Lifting her coffee cup, she sighed deeply. As she raised the cup to her mouth a voice said, "Hello Jenya, you look great." She gasped and dropped the cup. "Oh shit," she yelled as she watched the coffee spreading out over her skirt. She could feel a warm sensation on her legs. The man behind the voice appeared from around the corner and she felt her world crashing in around her. "What a shame. You have spoilt your beautiful suit," the man said laughing. Sure enough her maroon suit with knee length skirt and jacket style top was covered in coffee. The jacket was edged in white and there the stains showed worse of all. It was clearly ruined, but that was the least of her problems. She stood up and tried to fight off the surprise visitor. The man was now knelt before her, and with his handkerchief was mopping down her skirt. "Its ok. Stop it," she protested and when he put his hand on her knee she tried to pull away. He stopped her escaping, his hand wandering up her thigh a little before he allowed her to slip free. "Get off me," she protested. He grinned, "I remember when you liked it. I remember the way you smell and feel like it was only yesterday. Well, apart from the coffee aroma anyway." "I never liked it David," she replied her voice shaking, "remember I had no choice. I had to do as I was told. Please don't do this I have a new life now." She stopped talking when he raised his hand. Good he thought I still have some control over you. "I know," he said. "Getting married to your husband to be. Joining the great Clements family. Quite an institution and very big in the church I hear. I hope future husband isn't expecting a blushing virgin bride?" "Bastard!" She said. "He knows I am not a virgin. I have told him and he has accepted me. Now what the hell do you want? I am busy." "Not a virgin? Bit of an understatement," the man replied. "I doubt you told him the whole truth." And he watched the look of embarrassment cross her face before continuing. "Thought not. Don't know what I want, I just came to say hi. You know. Catch up with an old friend. For now anyway." Jenya noted the hint of menace in his voice. "Please go away. I have escaped you...them." She corrected herself and then begging him again, "Please, just leave me alone." He walked slowly towards her, making her step back. She retreated until she had the wall at her back and could go no further. "No, go away," she said, "or I'll call the police." "Be my guest," he replied, returning to her desk and holding out the receiver for her. She gasped with shock when she realised the hand holding the phone was a metal hook, not a hand at all. When she failed to take it. He replaced it with a shrug and using his hook, and his other hand, he pulled her towards him. "No." She said. "Please don't hurt me." "You noticed my little present from our bosses have you?" He replied. He held the hook up as evidence. "When you, their prize asset ran away. They blamed me. If you can't hold onto her then you might as well lose your ability to hold anything they said, and so they chopped my hand off for being so careless." "I am sorry David," she said quietly. "I didn't know. I had to get away." He put the cold tip of the metal hook under her chin pushing her head back up. He stared into her blue eyes. "You still have beautiful eyes," he said. She struggled to pull away, but he held her tight stroking the side of her face with his hook. She was forced to stand still, feeling the cold hard metal on her cheek. "I remember how soft you used to feel," he said sadly and he pulled her closer. She feared he was about to kiss her. In the distance they heard a "ping" and realising it was the lift he quickly let her go. He turned and left her office, saying very loudly, "Well best be off now. It was nice to see you again Jenya. I'll be in touch real soon." As he walked out he nodded to the security guard who walked past him. The guard turned and watched David suspiciously as he calmly walked away. He heard the guard asked Jenya if everything was all right and when she replied it was David smiled. As he got into the lift he heard the guard fussing over Jenya and her split coffee. The shadow reappears and reappears It had been her fiancé's idea to go swimming. Over the last few days his wife-to-be had been distant, irritable and quiet. He put it down to wedding nerves and so he tried to find something to distract her. They had met at the swimming pool so it seemed a good plan for that Saturday morning. A swim was something they both enjoyed. However today Jenya clearly wasn't into it, and after half an hour made her excuses and said she was getting out. A little annoyed, he said, he would do some more lengths and then meet her in the café, where traditionally they would share a latte before heading home. He watched as she lifted herself out of the pool. He knew he wasn't the only man admiring her. Jenya's black one-piece swimsuit showing off her curves and long legs perfectly. She picked up her towel and wrapped it around her waist making him wonder if she knew what the men around her were thinking. Jenya headed into the ladies changing area, but as she was heading past the larger family changing rooms she felt a hand grab her and she was pulled into a cubicle. Her gasp of surprise died on her lips, as to her horror she realised it was David who had grabbed her. He locked the door before she could escape and so trapped she just stood staring at him, a look of fear in her eyes. He looked her up and down. "You still have a great body," he said. He ran a finger down her bare wet arm. The water had gathered as tiny beads and he watched as his finger disturbed them. The water moved and then reformed again as droplets. Her skin felt soft, but cold. Jenya pulled away breaking his thoughts of their past together. "Don't," she replied. "Are you mad? My fiancé is here for god's sake. He is out there swimming and you grab me in the changing area. Stop following me. You know I could have you arrested." He put a finger to her lips and she fell quiet. He smiled, "you keep talking about the police. We both know you can't call the police and in any case if you did you would be in more trouble than me." Using his good hand he pushed some strands of wet hair away from her face. It was an encouraging sign that again she was doing as she was told, but then he knew that she had a lot to lose. The Clements would drop her like a stone if they knew she was an ex-escort girl. He looked at her for a moment and then slowly reached down to the towel wrapped around her waist. He paused again for a moment to see if she would react, and when she didn't, he slowly unwrapped it. The towel fell to the floor revealing her legs and the bottom of her swimsuit. Her only reaction was to briefly look down, but quickly she looked back at him, eyes-wide with nerves. David had to admit her figure was still perfect. The swimsuit showing off the curve of her hips and breasts to perfection. He paused, confused whether his lust for her or his anger at her fleeing him was his strongest emotion. Either way he would take his time and enjoy stalking her. "Let me go," she said, "please." "Wow," said David, "still got those great legs and now with a wonderful expensive tan too." But as he took a step forward she ducked out of his reach, scooped up the towel, unlocked the door, and fled out of the cubicle. He stood laughing for a moment before being jolted out of his daydream by a mother with three children asking impatiently if he was finished with the cubicle. "Its all yours," he said, as he headed out of the swimming baths. He took the back route to ensure he would not bump into Jenya, or worse Jenya and her fiancé on the way out. A week went past and all had been quiet. Jenya felt sick most of the time, nervous at every stage that he would suddenly appear again. However, he was nowhere to be seen. "Your quiet," said Jenya's fiancé as they turned into the drive of her future parents. The sheer size of the house and grounds always took her breath away. From the orphanage to this had been quite a journey. Somehow she had to stop the appearance of David from spoiling everything. "Just want tonight to go well," she said gripping his arm. "I love you." "I love you too." He replied. Everyone was there when the happy couple walked into their engagement party. Her father was loudly explaining that the party was so near to the wedding date because his new daughter-in-law was so busy, that it had been impossible to schedule. She looked incredible in a blue short dress, which was strapless and had three black bows down the bodice. The diamond necklace around her neck and matching earrings were a present from Joseph and were the most expensive things she had ever owned. She wore black stockings and black shoes. On her finger her diamond engagement ring shone brightly. Everyone demanded to be shown it and admired the necklace at the same time. She smiled happily as her fiancé, arm around her waist, led her into the gathered throng. The party was amazing, everything she had hoped it would be. The guests most of whom she barely knew were charming and clearly having a great time. The Clements did everything properly with expensive champagne and wine. The buffet was big enough to feed twice the number of guests. There was a brilliant live band so Jenya danced, made Lucy, Ellie and Liz dance too and they all partied the night away. The only thing she was careful with was drink. Joseph hated the fact she drank at all so she only consumed a little alcohol. For the first time in her life she felt a very lucky girl. It was after three in the morning when a very tired but happy Jenya kissed her fiancé, his parents, his sisters and a host of people who were staying over good night. She headed up the stairs to her bedroom. Her shoes were killing her, but she felt like she was floating on air. In the bedroom she had been given for the night she sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes. What a relief to remove them after all that dancing. After briefly laying back on the mattress and contemplating the ornate ceiling, she could not resist checking out the noise coming from outside. So she walked to the window. Downstairs people were leaving the party, loudly saying good night and thank you to their hosts. A fleet of expensive cars were being brought up by the valets to speed the guests away. To think soon she would be part of the family that had all of this wealth and influence. For a girl used to having no one it would take some getting used to. Tearing herself away from the window she began to feel very tired. She turned slowly to the dressing table taking out her earrings and placing them carefully on a tray. Her nerves at having such an expensive present making her double check they were not in danger of getting lost. Reassured, her hands reached behind her back and with a struggle she unzipped her dress. It was necessary to wriggle to get it over her hips, but eventually she was able to step out of it and place it carefully over a chair. The long mirror on the wall showed her reflection and she looked at herself now in black bra, thong, suspenders and stockings. Smiling she knew she was still an attractive sight for any man, and she looked forward to Joseph seeing her like this, and hopefully the wonderful love making that would follow. Celibacy was so hard. As an escort, sex had been forced on her by the job they made her do, but she was a young woman who had mostly found the sex part enjoyable. A lot of her clients had been young men from very rich families and they had treated her well. To be fair David had looked after her as well as anyone could of, and they had quickly become lovers, and that had been great as well. She knew she was kidding herself. It was a life where the hint of violence had never been far away. She had seen others, who somehow had failed their masters beaten up. Also once the initial spark of youth went the job became harder, the men less rich and less attractive. The way the girls were treated much less pleasant. She could not live with that and so she ran. She returned to thinking, despite her history, celibacy was so difficult for her. If only Joseph would come to her now and take her, she didn't care how. Only then would today have been perfect she thought. Jenya knew it was not even in Joseph's head to do that and she would have to spend another night alone and frustrated. The wedding was getting closer and closer she told herself and then she and her new husband had a lot of lost time to make up for. He better be ready because Jenya was going to have a very large sexual appetite. She worried Joseph would not be ready for that. Gently pulling out the chair so as not to disturb the dress, she sat down. Her reflection stared back at her from the dressing table mirror. She adjusted her strapless bra and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. Not bad she thought, nose too big of course, but otherwise not bad. The makeup removal will have to wait till morning she decided. Jenya sat casually removing her rings, necklace and then her watch, unable to resist checking the earring were still in their tray. Her finger touched one gently making it rock from side to side. They were very beautiful she thought, mesmerised she watched the light glinting in the stone as it moved. She reached behind to unclip her bra, holding the bra in one hand as she stared critically in the mirror at her breasts. "Oh god no!" She gasped with horror as David walked out from the adjoining dressing room. "Don't worry they are as wonderful as ever," he said quietly. She scrambled around trying to cover herself again with the bra, as he leant casually against the wall watching her. "I loved your dress, but seeing you again in sexy underwear was worth the trip all by itself. You've still got it," he said. "But then you always knew how to get a man's attention." She managed to replace her bra and turned her head to look at him and protest, but she gasped with surprise realising he had gone. However, in the middle of the floor was a note, which he must have dropped. Grabbing her robe from the bed, and wrapping it around her, so at least she had some dignity should he return she picked the note off the floor. It told her he wanted $50,000. Beneath the one line demand was an explanation that he knew she had continued to be a high class escort after she had ran away. She had no choice it was all she knew. He had worked out she had earned around $100,000 and the note carried on by saying he felt he was due half. He was after all her agent. Pimp was more the word she thought angrily to herself, but reluctantly she admitted he was pretty close to the right figure. Finally the note said she had a week to get the money and then at some point he would drop by to collect it. Keep it with you at all times the note suggested. Trust David to suggest she should carry around 50 grand she thought, but she knew she would have to. Her mood for a lot of that night was one of despair. Tossing and turning until getting cross with herself, she vowed not to be cowed, having come so far. I will pay him the $50,000, tell him to get lost and then marry my Joseph she told herself. Eventually she fell asleep and escaped from the fear and confusion she was in, for a while. You Can Run but You Can't Hide The next morning an idea popped into her head. There was a security firm she had used for the six months she had been in her current job. The owner Mark had become a good friend and she knew from his stories that he could make people's problems go away. Over lunch Mark had often told her tales of how he would have a little chat with someone and they would get the message they were not wanted. Jenya also knew he sometimes did detective work tracking people down for clients. It was a risk but she had to do something. David was in complete control and she needed to change that. She would see if Mark would use his company to find David, pay him and make sure he left her alone. I will be Mrs Clements, that bastard is not going to spoil everything she vowed. However, she knew in her heart that if her past life was revealed there would be no wedding and no "she lived happily ever after." She felt better after a long chat with Mark at the security firm who seemed happy to help and for a very reasonable fee. He confidently assured her he could find David, then deliver the money and with his boys persuade David to leave her alone. Everything seemed even more hopeful when only a couple of days later Mark called back and said they knew where David was staying. Mark queried if she still wanted to go through with it. When she said yes, he asked her to transfer the money over. Jenya feeling relieved that the nightmare would soon be over transferred the funds immediately. The cash came from the last of her emergency fund which no one, not even Joseph, knew about. She had always kept a fund to allow her to disappear at short notice, but now her running days were over she had no need of it. She would stand and fight. So one evening as David got out of his car in a quiet street he was surprised to hear his name called. It was an even bigger shock to be hit with an iron bar and end up on the ground. He lay there looking at his four attackers trying to ignore the pain in the back of his head. His training told him to be calm and to look objectively at the situation. On the floor and with 4 men standing over him things didn't look great. It flashed through his head that his old employers had come to finish him off, but that seemed unlikely. These guys didn't seem to be in that class and that gave him the confidence that he would escape. A plan formed quickly in his head. "If you are robing me you are out of luck boys," he said unable to resist rubbing his head. "Actually we are delivering not robbing," said one of the men. "This was to get your attention." showing David the iron bar. He paused and saying, "Catch," he tossed an envelope onto David's stomach. Which David caught with his good hand against his chest. "Lucky you. Christmas has come early, $50,000 as requested. However the iron bar and my friends here are concerned that for your own health you take the money and disappear. If you see what we mean, or do we need to demonstrate further." Again the iron bar was offered up as means of how they might demonstrate further. "Oh I see," replied David relieved it wasn't the old company he worked for, "Jenya sent you. Smart girl, but then maybe not that smart." David made his move without any further delay. He jabbed the nearest man in the groin with his hooked hand and then with one swift movement he took the legs away of the next nearest guy. Springing to his feet he head butted another, before grabbing the one with the iron bar, ripping it out of his hands. A jab in the man's chest with the bar and David was in complete control. Using the bar David pulled the fourth man up by the neck and began to choke him with it. The man's friends back on their feet now hesitated. In their previous jobs the victims had been terrified and followed their orders, they had not been expecting such strong resistance. "I assume you are in charge bar-man," he snarled in the man's ear. "You know you hit like a girl?" The man quickly nodded. "Right ladies," David said speaking to the three other men, "drop your trousers to your ankles and then kneel. Do it or your boss is going to get hurt and then you will get hurt too." The men quickly complied. He dragged his hostage back to his car, making him climb across to the drivers seat before David ordered him to drive. The three men left behind looked at each other unsure what to do. In the end they decided to head back to the office and hope that their boss got returned in one piece. Mark had made them promise no police under any circumstances. Meanwhile David had made Mark drive to Jenya's house where he deposited the hapless man on her doorstep. Realising it was quiet and no one was looking David kicked Mark hard in the stomach, making Mark double up in agony. "If I ever see your fucking face again I will kill you," he snarled, "and you tell that bitch that the $50,000 was for my loss of earnings. I told her that. We will get to the loss of a hand and a job when I am good and ready. Remember you are fucking dead if ever I see you and your girlfriends again. Next time I will not be so forgiving," and he drove off, spinning the wheels as he went. Mark slowly picked himself up and unsure what else to do rang Jenya's doorbell. Jenya was of course distraught at seeing a beaten Mark dumped on her doorstep and although he bravely said he would sort it out. It was clear his heart wasn't in it and more crucially he wasn't up to it. Jenya realised in her desperation she had been very stupid. Eventually she managed to convince the blooded and bruised Mark not to go to the police and not to try to help her anymore. After getting him to call his colleagues to say he was ok she ordered a taxi to send him home. Jenya was crestfallen, spending the evening crying, fearing the door or phone ringing and having to face a very angry David. However there was no visit or even message that night. The weeks went slowly past till the wedding day arrived. David made no attempt to contact her. She half expected him to invade her hen night and whilst the fear of him appearing spoilt the enjoyment of it for her, it didn't happen. It made the build up to sorting out work and the plans for the big day so much more stressful, but she got through it. Finally the wedding day dawned bright and clear and although at the start of the day she felt sick, fearing an interruption in the service or worse, the day was too full-on for her to think about David for too long. The wedding service was the happiest moments of her life. Her dress was a knockout and Lucy, Ellie and Liz her bridesmaids made sure all went well. Finally those immortal words were uttered "you may kiss the bride" and her veil was lifted. Joseph gave her a gentle peck on the lips and when she tried to initiate something more passionate he pulled away. She ached for his touch and for him to make love to her. It had been the toughest part of falling in love with him, his commitment to no sex before marriage, but Jenya tried hard to mask her disappointment during the courtship. Everyone was watching she told herself. He is just a bit shy; when it is just us I will show him how to be a wonderful lover. She was transported with her new husband back to the Clements house in a fabulous old Roll Royce. Once alone in the car she again tried to kiss and cuddle him, but all her attempts were rebuffed. Irritated and with her sexual frustration mounting she told herself to be patient. The wedding night would come soon enough. However, it did dampen her mood until sitting down to the wedding breakfast put it out of her mind. The fabulous meal rolled into the speeches and then the formal part broke up and the evening reception began. The Clements showed again that they knew how to put on a reception. Everything was wonderful, the best champagne, great food and by popular demand the live band was back. Finally she tore herself away from the festivities and headed up stairs to change. She put on her going away outfit, a simple blouse and skirt. Joseph had wanted her to keep it simple. Jenya stood for a moment staring out of the window, smiling as she noticed Lucy talking to a man and then the two of them heading off to what she guessed was the pool house. It was only when they were nearly out of sight and the man turned that she realised it was David. She closed her eyes and had to catch herself against the dressing table to stop falling over with the shock. Her anger rose and without thinking she marched downstairs. The look of thunder on her face had to be quickly masked as she walked straight into the people at the reception. It took some while for her to navigate the guests and get the chance to follow Lucy and David down to where the pool house was. She knew the Clements had the pool house but also an old bungalow down there. Years ago it had been used by workers on the estate, but it was all locked up for the wedding. It was not considered good enough for guests. Finally she got down to the pool house and began carefully peering through various windows. It was at the bedroom window of the bungalow that she got the shock of her life. On the bed on her side lay a naked Lucy with David lying behind her. It was obvious they were having sex, shocked that Lucy knew David and doubly shocked that Lucy would sleep with him put Jenya into turmoil. What should she do now? Lucy's father would kill her if he knew. David was a dangerous boyfriend for Lucy to have and to be anywhere near the Clements. It was all Jenya's fault he had got near, they had been wonderful to her and this was their reward. As she watched she became angrier and angrier. Amid the anger though she found the sight of David making love to Lucy enthralling and so she kept watching. David's hand was resting on Lucy's thigh and he was kissing her passionately on the neck, making her stretch and roll her head, clearly loving the way he was screwing her. He was holding her shoulder now, helping him to thrust into her harder, before he slowly ran his hand down her body and between her legs. His hand kept running up and down her body as they fucked. Jenya could not hear through the window but she imagined Lucy was moaning with delight. Lucy placed her hand on top of his and using her fingers to guide his hand showed him how to caress her breasts. Finally his hand took a firm grasp of Lucy's leg and he begun to slam into her harder and harder. The motion made Lucy's breasts bounce and the bed shake. Jenya's mind went back to how David used to fuck her and how she would beg him to do it harder and harder until she came. Jenya watched as Lucy gasping and mouth open reached her climax. Jenya without thinking, as she began to watch, had slipped her hand under her skirt and had begun to stroke between her legs, soon moaning just as Lucy was. It was only when Lucy rolled over and kissed David that Jenya realised what she was doing. Shocked, she quickly looked around relieved no one had seen her. She struggled to regain her composure and remind herself why she was there. Jenya had no real clue what to do, but she was madder than ever. Her anger greater because of her embarrassment that watching had made her play with herself. She could just make out Lucy saying, "See, you think I am Daddy's perfect little virgin daughter, but I am not." "No you are certainly not. You are a surprise and no mistake." David tweaked her nose as he spoke. "Now get back to the reception before you are missed." Jenya hid around the corner waiting for Lucy to emerge, which she eventually did. Lucy was dressed now and unaware Jenya was watching she headed back to the reception. Jenya's rage burst and without any real plan she flew into the bungalow where she found David, trousers on but bare chested. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. As Jenya entered David stood up smiling and stretching his body. "What the fuck are you thinking of screwing my sister," she yelled and she began to beat him on the chest with her hands. However, he made short work of grabbing her hands and holding them, so once again she was trapped. "What the fuck do you think of sending men to beat me up, he replied. "And what the fuck you moaning about, from what I saw you enjoyed watching just as much as Lucy enjoyed me fucking her." David laughed, "if you are jealous we can put that right. I don't care its your wedding day. Come here and let me feel how wet you got playing with yourself at the window." He tried to pull her towards him, but fearing he would try to touch her, she managed to break his grip and step back. "You disgusting bastard, fuck off, just fuck off," yelled Jenya. "Shout any louder and all the guests will be down here," commented David sitting back on the bed again. He stretched and sighed contentedly. "Lucy's a good fuck, but she isn't you. Now screwing you used to be earth moving." David sighed and then stood up again looking straight into Jenya's eyes. Jenya turned her back on him; she felt herself blushing and didn't want him to see. Her fear as well was he would realise a part of her wanted him and that part was growing stronger. Suddenly tired and overwhelmed she leant on the wall for support. "Just leave me alone. For gods sake leave me alone," she begged. Jenya realised she should not of come and so went to leave. David intercepted her, grabbing her by the arms. "Please, I need to get back to my husband," she pleaded. "I will be missed." She looked desperately from side to side realising what a mistake it was to have followed him. She could not afford to scream and get help, it would be impossible to explain being here and David would tell all and it would be over. She was at his mercy and on her wedding day. "Well I got a couple of things I want to talk about," he said holding her arm tighter. He used his hook under her chin to make her look at him. "You are hurting me," Jenya yelled. He pulled her towards him to kiss her, but with a "no" she pulled away. She managed to pull away to an arms length but he still had hold of her. He slowly pulled her back towards him, but just as their lips touched she managed to break his grip and retreat to the wall. There was however no way out. He was still between her and the door. Jenya recognised the look of hunger on his face. "Wait," she said, "is this what you want?" And she held up an arm and undid the button of her cuff. "You are too strong for me, so let me help you get what you want," she said, whilst undoing the other cuff and then pulling her blouse out from the band of her skirt. She then slowly undid the buttons of her blouse revealing a white bra. A tear trickled down her face as she threw the blouse at him. "Is this what you want?" she sneered at him as she put her arms behind her back and unclipped her bra. She threw it at his feet. "Is it?" she yelled. He walked over to her and held her cheek with his right hand. His hooked left hand rested on her shoulder before he kissed her. Her lips were hard and unresponsive. "Lost the mood from watching me fucking Lucy huh," he said, "never mind we will get it back." Using his hook she gasped as he split her knickers and she was lifted up onto the bench behind her. "No," she said. Forcing her legs apart he put his head down and began to lick her pussy. He held his hook against her chest pinning her against the wall. At first she did nothing but eventually her breathing began to get faster and her hand began to stroke his head. Her breathing continued to get faster and as he began to fondle her breasts Jenya began to moan. "Don't stop." She gasped, one hand pushing his into her breast and the other pushed his head into her pussy. She remembered how he was the best lover she had had and then she remembered being given to clients and the spell was broken. David went to shift position, Jenya realised this was her chance and pushing him away with her leg she ran, scooping up her blouse on the way. He stood laughing to himself as he watched her both rushing to get away and dressing herself as she went. He wondered if she had a spare pair of knickers back at the house. Giving in to the past The honeymoon was over in more ways than one. It had been three weeks since the wedding and they were making love for the third time. Each time had been the same, and she lay looking to the side thinking about how this was her life now. Joseph was on top of her, one arm gripping the headboard as he moved in and out of her. He disliked even the idea of her being undressed so she lay in her black lace nightie. His motion had meant the straps had moved off her shoulders, slightly baring her breasts, but he took no notice. She ached for her breasts to be kissed and to be fondled. She wanted him to go down on her and eat her out, but all he would do was thrust into her for a few minutes until he came. She thought about the oral sex with David and how good it had been. It was a loathsome thought she had enjoyed it, but she had. She ached for someone to fuck her properly. Joseph's thrusts became slower, his breathing in time with the strokes before with one last thrust he sighed and collapsed onto her chest. She closed her eyes as he spread his arms either side of her and lifted himself up. He flopped onto the pillow beside her. "Thanks," he said, "come on let's get going, time for work." Although she had not turned to look at him or commented he did not appear to have noticed and he was already in the bathroom. Frustrated she curled into a ball trying not to cry. When he returned from the bathroom she wore a mask of happiness and they begun their day. At her office there was at least some good news. Something had come up and so she had to travel on business. It would be a few days away from Joseph. She needed the space and the time to think. Jenya had fought hard for this new life but it wasn't living up to her expectations so she was desperate for some new inspiration. She knew she had made a mistake, but having worked for this for so long it was too much to think of throwing it all away. The business trip kept her busy and was at least therapeutic in that way. However, as she reached the last day she was no nearer any answers. After a great goodbye dinner with colleagues she headed back to her hotel. It was late and she was very tired as she pushed the key into the door, it beeped and with the green light flashing she pushed the door open. Grabbing a shower, she dried herself and put on her bathrobe lightly tying the cord around her. She eventually emerged back into the bedroom, hoping that sleep would bring a break to her turmoil. "Hello Jenya," he said, making her drop the hairbrush she had walked out of the bathroom with. She bent down to pick it up, but he pulled her to her feet. "David!" She said her heart sinking, "I guess I should of realised even here you would find me." "I have been thinking about the other day a lot," he said. "Have you?" She began to say, "Look the other day was." "Great!" He interrupted. "It was wrong, a mistake," she said quietly. "It didn't feel wrong, did it?" he said and with that he moved towards her, happily surprised that she did not move back. He sensed the uncertainty in her mind and so he decided to move things on at a pace. She stood transfixed as he reached down with his hook and took a grip of the cord, which was holding the gown around her. He untied the bow and then very casually pulled it through the rings holding it, he dropped it onto the floor and then slipped the gown off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground as well. As he stripped her she shook her head, but when he took no notice she just closed her eyes, making no other move to resist him. When she was naked she crossed her arms over her breasts. She gasped as he suddenly stooped and then picked her up into his arms. David slowly lowered her onto the bed, his arm round her back to ensure he lowered her very gently. Again she did not resist. You Can Run but You Can't Hide Lying on the bed she watched, arms still across her chest, as he undressed. Another small gasp escaping from her lips when his cock sprang to attention, as soon as he took off his boxer shorts. He smiled at her as he slowly masturbated enjoying the fact that Jenya could not take her eyes off his erection. Moving slowly, still pleasuring himself, he climbed on top of her. She did reach down to try to stop him as he went to penetrate her. "Jenya," he said firmly and she moved her hand away. His cock slid easily into her, but as it did she closed her eyes and looked to the side. He began to move in and out of her with long slow strokes. He positioned himself above her body, arms either side of her. He watched her intently as he continued to fuck her. Her legs, which had been stretched out flat, began to lift, so her knees were in the air. She began to gasp and slowly, ever so slowly, her head turned to him and wide-eyed she looked straight back at him. Her hands came slowly up from the mattress and rested on his ass, she began to make him push into her a little faster. She began to smile. Digging in her nails he began to fuck her harder still, thrusting now with his whole body. Her arms came further up him gripping his back as he kissed her on the neck and she began to scream. As her arms moved up his body her legs wrapped tightly around his backside. Lifting herself up, she flexed her body to help him go deeper into her. Finally they climaxed together with a gasp and she lay back on the bed. Jenya stared up at David a confused look on her face. She rolled away and curled up into a ball. "See I knew all you needed was a good seeing to," he said. When he tried to stroke her face she turned away. "What have I done, "she wailed. She scooped the gown off the floor and laid it across her to cover herself. Annoyed at her attitude he decided to upset her further and tell her of the next step in his plan. He grabbed her firmly by the chin making her turn her head to look at him. "I am going to burgle the house of yours," he said flatly, "and you are going to help me." "What?" She said, "are you nuts? Why would I help you and lose everything? You are crazy." "No, you misunderstand me," he replied. "You are going to help me plan it and then you will be there as one of the unlucky hostages. So no one will suspect you. Simple. You get me out of your life and I get a new life with the proceeds. After all the Clements can afford it." "No way," she said, "fuck off. Tell them if you must. I will deny it all and they will have you arrested." She curled up again in a ball, but sat up when she realised he had put the television on. He changed the channel and with a second remote hit play on the DVD player. It was obvious what ever he was going to show he had already set up. On the screen appeared two people having sex. Jenya gasped as she realised she was one of the people on the screen. It was a nice hotel room and she was in bed with an Arab looking gentleman. He paused the DVD, tossed a newspaper across to her, which made clear the Arab man was now a very rich Sheik. The Sheik was famous for his adventures with escorts and prostitutes. David was sure she had made the connection to the man on the screen and so resumed playing the DVD. The camera was her side so it left the viewer in no doubt it was Jenya. She looked a little younger maybe but no one would be persuaded it wasn't her. She watched open mouthed with horror as on the screen she moved her body in unison with the man. Her arm reaching back so it was around his neck, his hand fondling her breasts as he fucked her. Their bodies tensed as they came and Jenya watched herself smile as the man kissed her neck and then she rolled over so they could kiss properly. At that point the screen went blank. Jenya could not remember this event, but there had been so many hotels and so many men. "Perhaps you would rather I send this nice little video of you to your family and the local press. I think the chance of denial would be over then. The local press would love to have a juicy story on a Clement," he said. "Can't you just leave me in peace?" She said, realising he had been playing with her. His real leverage came after the wedding not before. Haven't I suffered enough she thought. "Do this and I will disappear," he said. "You will never see me again I promise." "You promise? What good is your promise," she spat back at him. "Jenya think about it. If I have robbed the Clements how can I stick around?" He said, "and why would I want to. All I want is money so I can live a good life. You owe me. He held up his hooked hand. You running cost me everything." They argued on and on about it. Jenya told him it was a stupid plan but he stuck to his guns and so fearful that he would send the video to the press, she finally said she would help. The only thing she insisted on was that they meticulously planned it together, and that she would come out looking like the hero. The first Mr and Mrs Clements senior knew about it was when they were both greeted by an armed man in their lounge. He ignored their protests and offers of money as he tied them both up on dinning room chairs, gagging them and then sitting opposite them. So far so good thought David. He put the television on for them and then the only words he spoke made the Clements blood run cold. "Be a while before the rest of your family are here," he said, "so you might as well get comfortable. By the way I have also dealt with your servants so they are not about to come to your rescue." After a long wait a car arrived at the door and jumping up he watched from the window as both Joseph and Jenya headed up to the front door. David had left the front door open, which it often was at the Clements and so Joseph entered into the house without suspicion. When calling "Hello" got no response Joseph and Jenya headed for the lounge where they could see a light under the door. They opened the door and walked in. They both hesitated and so for a brief moment David could appreciate what Jenya was wearing. She was in a short patterned dress with tiny straps. He could see her electric blue bra straps poking out amid the mass of blonde hair hanging over her shoulders. The short skirt showed off her bare legs and sandals perfectly. "What the?" Joseph said before finding himself knocked to the ground. By the time he was up on his feet he found his wife in the hands of a man pointing a gun at her head. "Sit on a chair beside your parents," David ordered. Joseph hesitated. David slipped the straps of Jenya's dress off her shoulders and ran his hand down her top. Joseph watched in horror as David fondled his wife's breasts in front of him. "Sit, or I'll hurt her," David said and so Joseph slumped onto a chair. David stood for a few moments smiling at Joseph as he continued to enjoy Jenya's breasts. Making Jenya drop to her knees he moved to Joseph's chair, tying and gagging him. Next he picked up another chair and placed it well away from the others. He made Jenya sit on it. Kneeling at her feet David kissed Jenya, pretending to slap her until she kissed him back properly. He ran his hands up her legs stroking her thighs. As David began to kiss her again he heard another car arriving. "Great the third and final group. The girls," he said and the way he said "the girls" made the senior Clements's try to plead with him not to hurt their daughters, but gagged it was just noise and they had no way of being understood. "Shut the fuck up or I will shoot them one by one as they come in." He growled and the Clements fell silent. Lucy, Ellie and Liz pretty much copied David's entrance, calling out and then heading into the lounge. Ellie screamed as she walked in and found her parents and siblings tied up, but before anyone could react David had slammed the door and was pointing his gun at them. "Good evening ladies," he said. "David what are you doing here?" Asked Lucy whose face was a picture of confusion when she realised she knew the man pointing a gun at her. Lucy took a step towards him and he grabbed her. He kissed Lucy's neck, turning her around to face her sisters and the others. "You I have enjoyed fucking already," he said to her, "but your sisters I have not yet had the pleasure of." "You two have a tough act to follow, Lucy was a great fuck at the wedding," David said. Lucy called him a bastard and burst into tears, but fell silent again when the gun was placed against her head. "Shut the fuck up. You know you had a good time," David replied. "Why should your sisters be deprived?" Ladies kneel if you please." When they hesitated. He shouted the word louder and both Ellie and Liz dropped to their knees. He placed Lucy on another chair tying her up and finally smothering her pleas of "leave me alone" with a gag. He walked back, slowly circling Liz and Ellie on the ground. Using the barrel of his gun he slipped the straps of Liz's dress off her shoulder and with the barrel of the gun he played with her breasts. "Very nice tits," he said. "You, on your feet," he said to Ellie. Ellie slowly stood up. Her arms were wrapped around her. David slipped his gun into his belt and with a swift movement he ripped Ellie's blouse apart, then split her bra. Using both hands he fondled her breasts, playing with her nipples. "Stand very still," he ordered her. "Also," he managed just to get one word out when Jenya interrupted him. "If you want to have one of us then have me," she said. Jenya got up and walked slowly towards David. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders as she walked. The top half of her dress fell away and taking one of David's hands she guided it onto her left breast. "Take me upstairs and fuck me, if that's what you want" she said, "I will be a good girl if you leave the rest of my family alone." David hesitated so Jenya hand went to his groin. "Hmmmm big boy," she said, "but do you know how to use it?" David said nothing, but leaving Jenya standing there, he tied the remaining two girls up on chairs. As he did this, with everyone protesting in the background, Jenya walked out of the room. In full view of everyone she climbed the stairs. David stopped to look at her and she looked back at him and smiled. Finally she disappeared out of sight. When David reached the bedroom he found her sat on the sofa. She had pulled her dress back up and put the straps back onto her shoulders. She was holding an iPad and studying it. Leaning over the sofa he looked at the screen. "This is the painting we talked about stealing. Its out on the landing," she said, "and these are the alarm circuits and codes for the safe." She tossed an envelope onto the side. Go get what you want and go." "Oh no," he said. "The deal was we would fuck and you would act like you liked it. Remember you want Joseph to think you have suffered greatly to save his precious family." He didn't wait; he just began to kiss her on the neck and ran his fingers up her bare arms before walking round to the front. He took the iPad from her and put it on the table. They slowly kissed; mouths open as they enjoyed each other's warm wet lips. She wrapped her legs over the top of his, as he sat properly onto the sofa, their passionate kissing continuing. She threw her head back as with just one finger he stroked her neck before he slid his hand into the top of her dress and fondled her left breast. "Make love to me, like you used to," she said. "And don't worry you'll see I want you to. I really want you too." He went to move her to the bed, but she resisted. "I want you to have me here," she said and with her hand she patted the sofa. "Just like we used to screw at the old place." He gently pulled her up to a seating position and moving behind her he pulled both her dress straps off her shoulders. "Don't take them off rip them," she said. "Make it look like you have forced me." Smiling, David replaced the straps and then ripped them, before splitting the front of her dress. He cupped her breasts; she was still wearing the electric blue bra. As he lifted and fondled her tits she turned her head slowly to kiss him again. "Rip my bra off," she whispered in his ear. He reached behind her and pulled the clip of her bra apart, splitting the whole thing in half before throwing it to the floor. They continued to kiss. Jenya helped him out of his shirt and then allowed herself to be lowered down onto the sofa. David moved on top of her, their tongues playing with each other as they kissed some more. She loved the way he kissed her slowly and gently, her hand resting on his shoulder, as she lay back and let his lips go where they wanted. "Get my knickers off and then go down on me," she begged. She moved into a more comfortable position and opened her legs wide for him. Using both hands he tore her knickers apart, pulling them out from under her body before adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. He moved down her body and began to lick her pussy. Her slow gentle licks making her breaths come slowly and deeply. Jenya placed her head on the arm of the sofa, arms at the side of her head, completely lost in the moment. "Oh that's so good," she said. As David licked still slowly and gently, often pausing between touching her before continuing some more. He sometimes kissed her pussy too. She began to softly moan, her hand now pushing his head into her. Eventually he moved back up her again, to kiss her on the lips. He held out his hand to her and she took it, letting him pull her up and he lay down where she had. Eagerly she pulled at his belt and trousers. Stroking his cock through the trousers before unzipping his fly and pulling them down. He helped her remove them and his boxer shorts before she took his cock deeply into her mouth. Her hand rested on his leg, as she sucked him. David put his hand on her neck as she sucked right down on his cock, as she slid her mouth back up the shaft she looked at him. "I'd forgotten what a very big cock you have," she said before going down again and taking the whole of it in her mouth again. Throwing his head back he moaned in delight. After a long session of oral sex she kissed his chest before moving her legs over his. "Fuck me David, I am so horny," she said. They kissed again as David guided his cock into her wet pussy. She lay on his body, as her hands on his ass helped him move in and out of her. They continued kissing. He could feel the soft flesh of her breasts moving against his skin. As she got more aroused she began to sit more upright, riding him, as he looked up at her smiling. "Fuck me on my back like the other day," she said. "Hard, like you screwed Lucy." So they rolled over. Jenya on her back now and David slide his cock into her again. As he entered her she leant back grabbing the sofa arm. He fucked her with long hard strokes; she moved her leg to rest on the back of the sofa as her breathing got faster and faster. He loved the way her breasts moved beneath him as he screwed her. Faster and harder he went. "Fuck yes," Jenya moaned, "harder, fuck me harder. I love it when you fuck me hard." David's strong thrusts began to make her slide down the sofa finally with his breathing now very rapid she came, allowing him to withdraw and shoot his load over her stomach. "Fuck I have missed that," she said. "Me too," he said. He smiled and said. "You know, we are pretty fucking amazing together. How about I have you again before I go." She smiled, "at least go grab all the stuff first while you get your strength back but first you have to hit me." "What?" he said. "Hit me David. I need to look like you forced me." She said. She screwed up her face as he moved over the top of her. He hit her hard on the left cheek and then after a brief pause just as hard on the right side. She tried hard to control her tears but it hurt so much she could not help crying. He tried to comfort her but she told him to go get the stuff. So off he went iPad and plans in hand, and it was maybe 30 minutes before he returned. He was shocked to find all her makeup had run and she had bruises appearing on her face. However, no one would doubt she had been forced into sex into with him. "You know you could come with me," he said gathering the stuff into bags and a pile to make it easier to transport. "There's enough here for two to have a good life." "I was having the same thought," she said, "Yes I will come with you, it will be like old times. I want the Monet from the dining room though. Go get it for me." And with a smile she kicked a foot out at him. He eagerly left the room and ran down the stairs. She heard him thanking Joseph for letting him fuck his wife. David then told Joseph what a lucky man he was and he began to tell Joseph how Jenya had liked being fucked in the end. Upstairs Jenya put the dressing gown on that was behind the door and headed down to the lounge. As she got near the half-open door she could see that Joseph was crying. She pushed open the door with her foot and with a yell announced. "You sick fucking bastard, you are not going to hurt anyone else." She fired the gun she was holding. David almost made it as he tried to grab her. He had fast reflexes and he almost avoided being shot, but the bullet hit him in the shoulder. The concussion of the bullet knocked him to the ground. She fired a second and then a third, finally emptying the chamber into him, before collapsing in a heap. David's body flinching as the bullets hit him, but he made no sound or movement. Jenya made sure it was a while before she was recovered enough to untie Joseph and then she fell apart with style. The Clements fussed around her, calling her their hero and telling her how much they loved her. Jenya quietly smiled to herself. She would play the hero, then the damaged wife and finally the sad victim of this story. They would give her a handsome pay off and she would leave Joseph and find someone she could really love. It would take some time, but she could cope with anything. She had proven that much already.