Hostage to Change
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3 years of marital bliss. That after going out for 3 years. I knew I could have done far worse. We were happy together and the business we ran as a partnership had stormed. We'd met initially at design school, had hit it off both in the sheets and mentally as we shared a view of the world. The fact I had a spatial awareness to take care of the layout and she had a penchant for colour and texture meant our skills complimented each other.
Our business was going well. So well that we'd been able to purchase our own home and do it up as a showcase as well as place of business. Our style was a blend of modernist and tradition that suited renovated old homes and barn conversions. Our place was just that, the old workhouse attached to a walled garden in the corner of a huge old estate.
The owning family had sold it off as a way to pay for a new roof and rebuild of a grand ballroom. It was far enough away from the main house that it didn't impinge on their life, and gave us the privacy we craved. Working the garden had been a push, but the two acres were a canvas we were enjoying painting. With work still to do on the second garden (it was split into three), the one closest to the house was reworked with a pool, huge terrace and garden that meant the indoor space flowed with the outdoor.
Living with Jules was great. Every time I looked at her I wondered how I'd got so lucky. Her body was a blend of smooth curves with not an ounce of fat in the wrong place. She didn't have a big rack, but her breasts made a nice handful. We were the same height, which made for all sorts of pleasant opportunities. I was fit myself with more of a swimmers build than a body builder, but I'd lucked out in the size sweepstakes so compensated in other ways. Though no Holmes in size I was enough above average that no girl, and especially Jules, had ever complained.
Life was good. Even good enough that we'd taken a short break between contracts to work more on the house. We'd done up the interior in a big semi open plan format what with the tall vaulted ceiling, but that second garden was on our minds. I was actually out digging up a bed when it all went haywire.
I still remember her asking me to come in. Her voice sounded odd on the radiophone we used to keep in touch, but when she didn't respond to my query I wasn't worried.
Walking in to find a man holding her up against himself with a knife to her throat stopped me in my tracks. I immediately made out a second roaming picking things up and examining them, then I found the third grab me and felt the cold steel against my own throat.
"Good, glad we're all together now. Can I introduce us? I'm James," This from the man holding Jules, "This is Robert," the man wandering about smiled pleasantly at each of us in turn, "and finally Timothy. You may have noticed a passing resemblance, and indeed we are identical triplets." Though with different hairstyles and cloths, the two faces I could see snapped into focus. They looked familiar somehow, but I wasn't placing it.
"You may wonder why we are here. Its simple really, we have performed the heist of the year, taking down a courier van full of lovely cash from Heathrow, but it didn't entirely go to plan. The poor unfortunate driver resisted and had to be killed, thus we had to bring on Plan B and go into hiding for a while. With a death in the job the police will be looking much harder than they had originally. Your fine house is an excellent hiding hole as it lets us live lavishly, even being able to get outdoors, without much issue."
"The two of you provide us an ability to get the supplies we need, and as your were already somewhat recluses, no one will particularly notice you being a bit more so. Nice isn't it? You even gave us the opportunity to check you out with the tiny little business you run." The nagging memory came back. We'd had a lead come and visit a while back, and it was one of them. Jules had dealt with it primarily, but they'd checked out the house as part of our usual song and dance showing what we could do.
"Now, as to how things will work. You are each ransom for the other. Behave and do as you're told and nothing will happen. Misbehave and it will go poorly. You may have gathered we don't mind a little violence and your deaths would be missed by no one." He was spot on. Both our sets of parents where dead and we were both single kids. It was part of what had attracted us each to the other. A few close friends would question, but none where close enough likely to push hard.
"Clearly, our relaxation and enjoyment in this confinement is your primary goal. We have money, lots of it, and will provide funds so that it can look like you're on a big project. Your time will then be free to focus on us. We have different roles in mind for each of you."
"Beauty here will be our physical entertainment." He moved a hand up to cup a breast. My mouth went dry. I started to struggle to feel the knife press closer. "Hubby over there will take on butler duties and keep the house tidy and us fed and cared for. Simple isn't it?"
The one who'd been wandering around then moved over to Jules. He had this long black rod thing. "Just to demonstrate your need to behave, Robert will now demonstrate." He poked the thing at Jules who suddenly convulsed and yelled out. I started to struggle again, but was held firm and reminded of the knife. Jules curled up on the floor as the bastard held whatever it was to her. She was clearly in huge pain.
He let up and she lengthened back out, whimpering. Then he walked towards me. I looked at the probe, some sort of cattle prod, in horror. He touched me and my body was wracked with more pain than I'd ever felt. Like I was distant from my own body I felt myself fall and curl up into the foetal position. I'd never experience such pain ever in my life. It was awful, all consuming.
It went away, and I slowly came back. I found myself on the floor, and remembered falling. Like I'd run a marathon I slowly lifted myself to my hands and knees, every muscle aching. There was a whimper, and a muted, "No... please don't."
Lifting my ten tonne head I looked to see one of them holding Jules, his hand up under her t-shirt. A sudden rage filled me and I jumped forward, only to find my body again suffused with pain. Distantly I heard Jules calling my name, shouting at them not to hurt me.
The pain went, and I slowly recovered.
"Talk to him, reason with him. We don't want to hurt you, but we will have our way."
I could hear Jules crying, and again lifted my heavy head. "Don't... don't fight. I'll do what they want, just don't fight!" The bastard, with a big grin, stood back. Jules, sobbing pulled her t-shirt over her head and stood there as two of them moved towards her. One was standing over me, so I just lay there, collecting myself, thinking hard.
The two worked like a team on Jules. One from behind, undoing her bra, while the other touched her, stroked her. It wasn't violent, but from her cringes and the look on her face I knew she didn't want to.
I couldn't stand it, she was my wife! Taking a chance I looked up to find the one straddling me looking on with a big grin on his face. I had a moment, and taking a deep breath I concentrated, then used years of Judo training to hit his leg just so.
He leg went out, but he recovered. In an instant we were fighting. I knew I was good, but god damn him he was better. Before I understood what moves he had I was in an arm lock, my wrist forced up behind me.
One of the two with Jules walked over shaking his head. "We can't have you fighting. It just won't do. You have to learn to behave." I tensed my stomach, expecting to be punched. Instead he lifted one of the prods. "Believe it or not, we don't like pain. Its so unnecessary." Still he poked me and my world condensed back into a ball of pain.
When I came back I found my wrists and ankles shackled together, my arms behind my back and my legs bent double to connect everything. A patch of gaffers tape over my mouth completed my helplessness.
Now all three were working on Jane. One was on his knees kissing between her legs, one was suckling on a nipple, the third kissing her neck. Her face looked like she couldn't figure out what was happening. It went on, and on, eventually she was bent over. Her eyes locked on mine, then widened as something pushed into her. God, I wanted to die.
Sometime later I experienced the first of what was to become a regular, if disconcerting, experience.
"You know, its..." "Yeah, offputting..." "Shall I..."
The talked over and through each other, sometimes finishing each other's sentence. One of them broke away. Totally nude and sprouting a big glistening hard on I was hoisted up, taken up our big open stairs and dumped into one of the few enclosed rooms, our changing cupboard.
It didn't stop me hearing. I think I almost went mad. Was that a cry of pain or something else? I'd made her sound the same way so very many times. I just didn't know.
It went on and on. I think I may have slept, I wasn't sure. There were breaks. I could hear the toilet being used, and the downstairs shower. Otherwise it was the soft cries and wet slaps of sex.
It went quiet finally, but not for long. The sun started to rise.
Bodies moved into the room with me, and I looked up to see two of them. One started putting something up in the corner of the room. The other stood behind a nude Jules. She looked completely dishevelled. Cum dribbled down between her legs.
"Are you going to be a good boy?" A response was expected. I gritted my teeth, then nodded. Somehow I'd get us safe. Somehow I'd get revenge. It would need time. "Good. The girl here needs some help getting cleaned up and dressed. She's going out. We'll tell you how that works once she's ready. She also knows how other things are going to work and will fill you in. Just one thing I'll say. You can kiss, you can cuddle, you can't fuck. Her pussy isn't yours anymore.
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