Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Jesus
The second guy looked younger. He looked about the age to start college or something. They smiled at us with cruel grins. Both were in orange coveralls. A tendril of fear crept down my spine.
Faro was holding a revolver in his hand, the muzzle pointed towards us, and the other guy was casually playing with a small knife. It glinted menacingly in the light of the cabin.
“Well,” Faro said. “What do we have here?”
No one spoke a word.
Jessica and I both were frozen stiff.
It took a moment for me to gather myself. This was part of the game. We paid Faro and his associate $1000 to role play as escaped convicts, to come and claim my wife. All Jessica had to do was utter the safe word, and all this will stop.
“Omarion,” Faro said. “Check that they’re not hiding any weapons.”
“Sure, boss.” Omarion rifled through our bags. After he made a mess of our belongings, he pointed towards our hiking gear. “They’re clean, but that stuff looks strange.”
“That’s our hiking gear.” Jessica replied. “We came here to climb the mountain.”
Faro didn’t reply, instead he went to the gear, grabbed it, and threw it outside.
“You can get it, when we’re gone.” He turned to his accomplice. “Check their bodies.”
Without a word, Omarion was on me. He patted down my whole body, he was rushed and thorough, like he had done this a thousand times before.
He looked for anything that could be used as a weapon.
I tried not to flinch; he smelled like sweat which must've been from the exertion of climbing up here.
Satisfied with me, he turned his attention to Jessica.
Jessica swallowed a gulp and looked at me. Otherwise, she made no sign to show she wasn’t happy.
Omarion wasted no time running his hands all over her body. He went from her toes up to her hips. He was taking his sweet ass time too. He rubbed his hands along Jessica’s thighs, deliberately feeling her soft flesh. Jessica gasped.
I waited for her, any sign and we’ll stop this. Her face seemed flushed.
Faro pointed the pistol at me and had his head turned towards my wife. “You move, sugar. And I’ll blow the head off this loser.”
The gun was so close to my face, I could see the orange tip of the gun. I sighed visibly. For a split second, I assumed it was a real gun. Faro and his friend had gone all out for this ‘performance’.
Jessica went rigid. Her throat tightened and she nodded her head.
“Don’t try to be a hero and you’ll live. Misbehave and he eats a bullet.”
Omarion’s fingers were like filthy tentacles probing every soft nook and cranny of Jessica’s body.
His hand cupped the mound between her legs, forcing a gasp out of her.
He gleefully rubbed his hand over her crotch.
Then he reached around and grabbed her ass, squeezing tightly.
He caressed Jessica’s shoulder before running down and mauling her big, heavy breasts.
Waves of jealousy lashed through me as I watched another man touch my wife like this.
He grabbed her nipples with both his hands and pinched them so hard that Jessica cried out.
“You searched enough,” Faro chuckled.
“Aww.” Omarion relented. His eyes glazed over with feral excitement; his breathing was rapid and erratic, he was lusting after my wife.
“Boss, I think it’d be wise to rid them of their clothes.” He looked at Faro. “They won’t get far being butt naked in the cold.”
Faro spat. “Just say you wanna see this bitch naked.” Faro smiled at us. “You heard him… take off your clothes.”
Cold fear ran down my spine. I knew we were no match for them. But I had to do something. I can’t let them defile Jessica. Or could I?
Jessica shot me a look. She was acting like the worried hostage but there was something else too. Heat in her gaze.
I remembered that me saying ‘pineapple’ wouldn’t stop things. It was all in her power.