He took her left arm and handcuffed her wrist to the bed post.
He felt her forehead. She was still too hot. The knot in his stomach seemed to expand and twist. His feeling of guilt grew.
He leaned back on the bed and exhaled. He could kill at the drop of the hat, and he’d had no trouble kidnapping Jessica, but despite the plans they had to use sex to punish her, he was no rapist. He would never have admitted it to the other men, especially since the shift to the use of sex as a weapon had been his idea, but of the two years that he’d ordered the men to have sex with Jessica, he hadn’t touched her sexually. For the longest time, he simply couldn’t see her as anything but the young hysterical woman they took from that car that fateful day. And two years later, he hadn’t gotten past that. He’d had stirrings, and often thought that his next night with her would be the one, but then he’d get alone with her, and she’d get that look of terror … and he just couldn’t do it.
He had used the other men and especially Angus to do his dirty work for him and now it was getting out of control. Angus had to be reined in but in a way that still gave Riley access to his insights on Jessica. His were the only ones Riley could trust. Jim was just too young and naive to be able to see things with Jessica from an objective perspective. Of the five of them, Jim had been the closest to the women in the clan. It was easy to see that he transferred his feelings for his sister to Jessica. It made him vulnerable and Riley couldn’t trust a thing he said about her. And Scott had almost the opposite issue. Being the lady’s man he was, Scott couldn’t seem to get the message that women weren’t all going to swoon at his feet and let him get away with anything just because of his looks and smooth moves. His weakness for women made anything he had to say about Jessica just as meaningless as Jim’s observations. And Josh. Well, Josh Riley still hadn’t figured out with respect to his stance with Jessica. He didn’t seem to have any obvious weaknesses when it came to women but when it came to Jessica Riley’s instincts told him that Josh couldn’t be objective either.
And then there were his own instincts and they couldn’t be trusted either. His history with women was one of mutual convenience. All the relationships he’d had in the past had been casual. There was never much he expected from a relationship except for a way to satisfy his sexual needs. His girlfriends were mostly fuck buddies, and all he and the women had in common was a desire to satisfy their sexual urges. He’d never had a lasting intimate relationship with a woman. His own relationship with the women in the clan was tenuous. It only existed because it had to. His mother, who killed any respect he may have had for her by turning on the clan, had only been in his life because she was his mother. So in essence he didn’t know much about the psyche of women and therefore he had a hard time trusting anything he thought he knew about Jessica.
That left him relying on Angus’ instincts. The problem there being that Angus was tainted by the unfortunate after effects of Beth. To say he was soured on women was an understatement and so while Angus’ instincts with Jessica were likely the most reliable Riley was aware that he had to take them more lightly then Angus did. And more than that he had to alter the interactions between Angus and Jessica because unlike what was originally planned, Angus’ natural need to inflict harm on women to avenge himself with Beth was no longer useful. In fact it was counter-productive. Riley was fairly satisfied that the solution he had implemented; decreeing that all punishment was to be determined and sanctioned by him first, would address the problem with Angus. And things were at a point now that Riley needed things to improve with Jessica. His inability to train her as effectively and quickly as he had anticipated was shaking his confidence in himself. Added to that, he had his fantasies about Jessica and what he wanted from her and the longer they weren’t coming true the more and more frustrated he got sexually. It didn’t help that the mens’ self-inflicted isolation kept Riley from “dating”. He was getting to the breaking point … sexually he was frustrated.
And that was the other source of his guilt. Riley had never, never, had to force a woman to have sex with him. But he had concluded that the failure to train Jessica as had been planned could have been heavily affected by his non-compliance with his own plan.
The only way to get back on track was to fuck Jessica. He told himself that it was completely coincidental that his decision to do so occurred at the same time as he became ever increasing sexually frustrated. He fell back on the bed next to Jessica and stared at the ceiling. Regardless of what he had to do he still had standards. Though not reflecting well on his character, her physical pain would not cause him to delay what he now knew he had to do. But what did matter to him was that she was not incapacitated. He’d never had sex with a woman who was too drunk to know what she was doing, it just wasn’t something he could do. And that self-inflicted mandate also lent itself well as a means of torture, a tool to break Jessica. He had ordered the men to ensure Jessica was fully conscious of what was happening to her. So, while it may have been easier to ply her with drugs and drink, he decreed that they would not. So in effect he’d ensured the men had to force themselves on her. He had made his closest friends into monsters. So now it was up to him to rectify the situation. To reign them, especially Angus, and at the same time try to mold Jessica into a compliant, if not willing participant while taking his turn as a would be rapist.
He turned to face Jessica’s still form. His balls were quite literally aching as he pushed up on his elbow and looked down at Jessica’s battered and fevered face. It was rare to see her that relaxed and it made him want her more. Lowering his mouth to hers he kissed it tentatively. It was soft, it felt so good, tasted so good, he slid his tongue into it and moved his hand under her shirt and found one of her soft mounds. He teased the nipple until it hardened and then kneaded the soft flesh. He felt Jessica shift beneath him so he came off her lips and was surprised to see her awake. She was looking at him. Initially she looked confused and then scared but just as quickly as those two reactions occurred she seemed to calm. Despite that her eyes couldn’t hold his and slid to his chin but her body remained relaxed, soft beneath him, he could feel her heart beating incredibly fast as he clutched her left tit.
Jessica had awaken confused and it took her a moment to realize that she was in one of her kidnappers beds. What took her by surprise was that it was Riley’s. She only allowed herself a moment to think ‘not him too’ before she forced herself to go to her zen place. While her last night with Angus was not pain and abuse free there was one big enough change that was enough to convince Jessica to keep following Jim’s advice. Angus hadn’t beaten her. True it meant little compared to what he did do to her but it was a change. A good change. So Jessica was even more committed to doing the opposite of what her instincts told her. This would lead, she was sure, to justice for her family and her freedom. So her immediate instinct to push Riley away, fight, strike out at him, Jessica transformed into relaxing and trying, as much as she could, to want him to be there with her. Touching her. Kissing her. It wasn’t easy.
“Do you know where you are?” he growled, panting. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath and realized now that his heart was pounding just as much as Jessica’s. He waited anxiously for her response. If she was still delusional due to the fever therefore, unfit to be fucked, he was sure he his balls were going to explode.
“Say it.” Riley ordered when Jessica nodded her head slightly, “Tell me where you are.”
“In your bedroom.” Jessica whispered.
With her answer Riley’s breath seemed to hitch and then speed up.
“Who’s bedroom?” he asked, “Jessica look at me.”
Jessica forced her eyes up to his steel black eyes.
“Who are you with? Say my name.” Riley demanded, needing to know that Jessica was aware of where she was and who he was.
“Riley.” Jessica whispered. Hearing what he needed Riley took her mouth again pressing his body on hers, pinning her against the bed, his hand still clutching her tit. Jessica lay still and pliant through the invasion of his tongue and lips. Suddenly he groaned and shifted so he was on top of her, wedging his way between her legs. He ripped her undies off, wishing he hadn’t bothered putting them on her in the first place, and in one fluent thrust he was in her. Jessica whimpered briefly and after tensing for a moment she let her legs fall apart closing her eyes and forcing herself to relax as Riley thrust into her progressively harder and faster and it wasn’t long until he moaned and she felt his huge cock jerk inside her and the wetness of his cum run out of her and down her thighs. Riley collapsed on top of her and passed out. Jessica lay beneath him and contemplated that now Jimmy was the only one of the men not using her body for sex. She appreciated that but realized that whether it was one of the men or all of the men it didn’t matter. She was now capitulating at the most personal level but she had to believe that they weren’t winning. This was all a means to an end. She shifted below Riley finding it hard to breath. He was so heavy. She tapped his arm with her finger until he looked down at her through a groggy haze.
“I can’t breathe.” She whispered. Grunting Riley rolled off of her and seemed to fall back to sleep but moments later his arms snaked out and pulled her hard against him. She waited for more, waited for him to take her again like Angus would have, but he did nothing but hug her and snore. She blinked back some tears as she stared at the ceiling and silently apologized to her family again before drifting off to a nightmare filled slumber.
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