Destination: Stockholm Syndrome

It was hours later. Emma had tried to call Suzy half a dozen times, but it went straight to voicemail. Alex had let her relax after violating her mouth, and even ordered Chinese for dinner. Emma nibbled at her crab rangoon as he devoured a large carton of noodles and six "chicken on a stick" pieces. Emma was naked but for her gym towel draped over her shoulders. She ws sitting on the cold concrete floor as he lounged on a black leather couch; seemingly content with himself.

"Alex, what the fuck is this all about?" Emma finally asked, slamming her food back into the paper container. "You two have always been pretty bold, but this is fucked up!" she said angrily. Alex glanced over at her, shoveled more noodles into his mouth, and grinned. "When are you going to let me go?" she finally asked in a quiet voice. Alex shrugged and let the chopsticks clack to the bottom of the container before standing up.

Emma watched him unbuckle his pants for the third time. "Have to ask Dylan. Now come over here," he said with a wave of his hand. Emma sat silently fuming at her situation. She didn't know what her older stepbrothers were up to. They had always teased and tormented her growing up. They'd steal her dolls and melt them with magnifying glasses; the perfect, smooth plastic bodies ruined by their cruelty. They'd break something and blame her, and her brand-new stepdad would always take their side and spank her. She was glad to see them leave, only to be **** back into their presence when her "mother" needed a weekend to herself. The cruelty she had experienced as a child changed as they grew, and became something else entirely when she came of age...

As Emma made were way over to Alex, she unceremoniously dumped the towel onto the stained concrete. He was already hard and grinning at her. She thought back to her mother's ("No, she isn't my real mother", she thought bitterly) two week European getaway with a handsome older gentleman last year... Emma winced as she felt his warm body against her cool skin. His cock slid between her smooth thighs and between her pink lips as he pressed against her. Emma leaned over and waited until she felt his cockhead at her entrance.

With a slow, steady push, she slid herself down his length. He didn't move. Emma looked back over her shoulder at his vicious smirk. He waited until she got the hint. She frowned as she started to move back and forth. He was making her fuck herself on his shaft. "Now, are you going to tell me?" she asked, settling into a rhythm.

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He shrugged again as her body responded. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Alex was always the "good cop" in their little schemes. "Dylan will explain it all." he said, slowly starting to meet her thrusts. "Going to be nice to finally go home," he added, almost lost in thought. She furrowed her brow, wondering just what that meant.

Emma felt him start to pick up the pace, though she couldn't imagine he had much cum left. She remembered the night she'd awoken in the guest bedroom of her "uncle's" house, Alex's hand over her mouth and other up her nightie. It was Dylan that had pinned her arms to the bed... Alex was almost gentle in comparison. It was the last time she cried after sex. As she lay there, one stepbrother fucking the cum of the other out of her, she realized sex was a weapon, and she intended to learn how to wield it...

"Speak of the Devil." Alex said as Emma heard the muscle car enter the parking lot. Whatever they had planned, she'd have to find out later. Emma felt her mind slip into the dark little place that it always did. She heard the engine rumble in idle for a moment before turning off. Alex began pumping into her harder and faster. They both knew Dylan would have his own plans, and Emma; despite her coping mechanisms and psychological tricks, gulped hard. She was afraid.

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Suzy's head throbbed mercilessly. The pain came in waves as she lay there, the overhead light far, far too cruel for her to open her eyes yet and her body so fatigued it felt like she had a great weight pinning her down. Her stomach felt weird, almost like she needed to vomit but had nothing in it. She vaguely recalled the bartender from earlier as her mind slowly phased back into focus. It wasn't an unpleasant memory, she had to surprisingly admit. A little smile parted her face as her body could almost still feel him inside of her. She shifted her hips and cooed at the memory. She could almost feel his tight abdomen in her mind.

She tried to roll over, but couldn't. The feeling in pussy was getting stronger. "Must be the booze wearing off. I did have a pretty rough day..." she thought. Why couldn't she move? She slowly felt around. Someone had put a big, warm bag of water on her belly. "That must be it." her confused mind thought. It was then the pervert squirmed.

"Cut it out, that tickles." He said as he slid his cock in and out of her limp body.

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Suzy's jumbled mind took a moment to realize what was happening. "Oh god..." she thought "Its...he's....." She glanced around, the light painfully adding to the throbbing headache made worse by the shaking. She was in Julia's parent's living room. "I... I'm too tired to resist..." she noted, almost coldly to herself. The fact that this pervert had blackmailed both of them into sex a dozen times made this almost... routine.

Suzy held her head and looked around. An old, bald man was filming them with his phone from the recliner. Julia was standing in the doorway, glancing over her shoulder nervously. "What...?" Suzy thought, the pervert's cock filling her again and again. She let out a sigh. It was all starting over. She hadn't been back home for even a day, at it was all starting over.

The pervert's heavy, sweaty body pressed down on her as he picked up the pace, the confused, betrayed expression on her face exciting him. It was what he was waiting to see. She turned her face from his foul breath as he quivered on top of her. Her eyes met Julia's as he started thrusting faster and deeper. Julia turned away, a tear in her eye; as he pressed forward with a quaky-voiced grunt, and stayed there. Suzy felt the now-familiar warmth spreading inside of her.

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He awkwardly tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away. Instead, he bit her earlobe and nibbled at her smooth neck, his cum absorbing into her body. "Welcome home, baby." he said, finally rolling off of her. Suzy lay there, his cum leaking out of her, and pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes, begging the headache to stop.

"Jules... I.... I need some aspirin, and some water." she finally said. What else was there to say? "I'm going to lay down," she added, swinging her shaky legs to the edge of the couch. "Who the fuck is this?" she said, as if the other man's presence finally dawned on her. He glanced up and gave a little wave.

"I'm a friend." the bald man said, ending the recording. Suzy watched as the pervert pulled his sweatpants and sweatshirt back on. He caught her gaze, and nodded approvingly. "It's nice to meet you," he added sarcastically. He was already rubbing himself. Suzy realized Julia was holding out a glass of water and three pills for her to take. Two were aspirin. One was Plan B. She stared at the glass for a moment before taking the pills and eagerly drinking the water. She let out a defeated sigh.

"Suzy, he threatened to..." Julia began before Suzy cut her off with a wave of the hand. Thier little "ploy" to get him to leave them alone failed horrible when he revealed he had video and pictures as well, and they didn't want those getting spread around town, now did they? The blonde looked down in shame. To Suzy, the details didn't matter; not right now.

She stood on quivering legs, cum leaking down her thighs. She walked to the kitchen, re-filled the glass, and looked out the window. It had all started with a window... She drained the glass, refilled it again, and half-walked, half-stumbled back into the living room. She turned and began walking down the hallway to Julia's room before stopping. With a tired, weary expression, she looked back over her shoulder at the bald man.

"You coming or what?" she said, turned and open the door, and sat on the bed. "Might as well get it over with..." she thought, sitting the glass on the nightstand and collapsing backward onto the bed. She lay there, staring at the ceiling fan for a moment, her mind blank. She felt his presence at the door. Suzy grabbed one of Julia's shirts and quickly wiped her thighs clean.

His form appeared over her. He had a brutish face and a laborer's physique, but at least he bathed. Suzy didn't resist as he pushed her legs open. She caught a glimpse of the pervert in the doorway. He was on film duty now. Suzy took in a shallow breath as she felt him enter her, his cock longer and thicker than the pervert's.

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"I should probably find out his name..." Suzy thought, the aspirin just starting to work. She closed her eyes as he began fucking her. She idly wondered how many more he'd promised her to. Then she wondered about Emma...