Chapter 8

"Anything?" asked Courtney slowly, a morbid smile creeping across her face.

"Anything" repeated Jason, trying to hide his fears.

"Bring Spam back to her cell and chain her up in there. We don't need her escaping. Jasie and I are gonna talk" said Courtney as she took a step towards Jason.

"No! Jason, don't do this" begged Sam.

"I'm sorry baby" he said as he turned to her as much as he could in the guard's tight grasp. "Just remember that I love you. Only you. You're my soul mate. You and Jack need to be safe though"

"No, Jason, please no" she begged.

"Sam, just cooperate. Please, tell me you love me, and then cooperate" begged Jason, tears running down his face.

"I love you baby. I love you so much" she sobbed as she was dragged away.

The guards finally released Jason.
"Try anything and Sam and that devil child she's carrying are as good as dead" said Carly pointedly.

"What do you two want from me?" he asked angrily.

Courtney took a step closer to Jason and ran her finger down his chest. Jason closed his eyes and tried not to shudder from her touch. He remembered Sam telling him that when she was with Charlie, she had tried to imagine that it was him touching her. So Jason tried it, pretending that Courtney's finger was Sam's. But it was no use. He still saw the slutty blonde, not his beautiful wife.

"You know what I want from you Jason. Me and you. Together"

"That's not going to happen Courtney" said Jason roughly.

"Fine, then the kid and the hooker are dead" she said, frowning as she backed away from him.

"Wait! Courtney, come on, you're not a killer" begged Jason.
"Oh shut up Jason. Just because we're taking matters into our own hands…" said Carly as she rolled her eyes at him.

"Sleep with me Jason. One night of hot sex, and then I'll let Sam go. Think about it Jason" said Courtney angrily.

Jason closed his eyes and thought of Sam. Her safety was the most important thing. If he slept with Courtney, Sam would be set free. He could get away from Courtney and Carly then, and then he could explain it all to Sam. Surely she would understand. But he knew that it was going to make it any easier. He didn't want to have sex with Courtney. He didn't want to touch her in ways he reserved especially for Sam. He didn't want to hold her in his arms like he held Sam. But he had to. For the sake of his wife and child.

"Fine, I'll do it" he said defeatedly.

"You can sound a little more excited" said Carly with a frown.
"Yeah, you better at least pretend" said Courtney as she crossed her arms. "But one look at me and you won't have to. You'll know what it's like the sleep with a real woman again" Courtney whispered in her ear.

"The only real woman I know is my wife" whispered back Jason.

Courtney reared back and slapped him, but Jason didn't even flinch. Nothing Courtney could do to him was worse than forcing him to have sex with her.

"Carly, is the room prepared?" she asked, turning to face her equally psychotic friend.

"All set" said Carly with a smile.
"You two were planning on this?" asked Jason disgustedly.

"You betcha" said Courtney with a smile as she took him by the hand and dragged him along.

"Knock knock Spammy, I've got a surprise for you" said Carly as she literally skipped into Sam's cell. "Aww, was Spammy crying?" asked Carly in a mock cutesy voice.

Sam in fact had been crying. She had no idea what Carly and Courtney were planning for Jason, but she knew that it was bad. She had been chained to the wall and her pregnant swell wasn't making anything easier. But she was determined to protect her child, her husband, and if she was lucky, herself.

"Bring 'er in!" called Carly and the guards rolled a TV into the room.

"What Carly? Were you planning on watching Oprah with me?" asked Sam with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh no, we have something much better than Oprah on the menu tonight" said Carly with a sick smile as she turned on the TV and walked out of the room.

Sam looked at the TV and saw a room. The camera was focused on a bed with rose petals strewn across. Confused, she continued to watch. Seconds later, a blonde appeared on the screen, trailing Jason with her.

"Oh god no" whispered Sam, her unbound hand on her stomach and her baby as the fear flooded her. "Jason, don't do it. Please don't do it" she begged.

Courtney started kissing Jason, and Sam could see a sour look on his face and she saw him fighting the urge to pull away. She thanked god that at least there wasn't any sound on the TV, and she couldn't hear the terrible things that Courtney was saying.

"Kiss me like you mean it Jason" commanded Courtney as she pulled away from him, angry that he was just standing there as she tried to kiss him.

"I don't mean it Courtney!" he yelled.
"Well you better for the sake of your little wifey" she growled at him, trying to keep her movements seductive because she knew Sam was watching.

Jason winced and then kissed Courtney, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging while biting her lips as well. But his moves at hurting her only proved to turn her on more.
"Mmm, now that's the Jason I know" she moaned.

She pushed him down on to the bed so that he was lying with his back down and she was straddling him. She unbuttoned her shirt before commanding him to pull it off with his teeth. He flinched again before pulling the shirt off of her, trying to keep his tongue from licking any skin. Once the shirt was off, she pressed his head into her breasts and told him to kiss them. He gave quick pecks to her cleavage, but she wanted more. He began to kiss her a little more, and after Courtney spurted out another threat about Sam, he started to passionately kiss them, trying to hide his disgust as she leaned back and moaned in pleasure.

Sam couldn't stop shaking and she couldn't stop the tears in her eyes as she watched her husband kiss Courtney's breasts like that. She wanted to look away, but it was like a car accident- she couldn't tear her eyes from the scene. The more gruesome it got, the more she was unable to do anything but watch.

Courtney finally tugged him up and told him to take off his shirt. He did as she said again and she tossed his t-shirt aside. She braced herself on his bare chest and began to suck on his flesh. He moaned in pain as she pressed on his sore ribs, but just like his attempts at hurting her, she mistook if for passion. Pressing harder and kissing harder, she continued to mark his chest up. He resisted the desire to push her off of him yet again, and continued to hold back his cries of pain. Her mouth gently trailed down to his bellybutton and she slipped her tongue into it. With her face out of sight, he was able to put a frown on and let his face screw up in all the anguish he was in.

As Sam watched Jason's face contort in pain and discomfort, she realized that he didn't want this anymore than she did. She saw Courtney push down on his sore ribs, and it only angered the petite woman more. How dumb could the blonde get? Sam was still shaking, and she was still upset, but she knew that she had to hold on. But she also knew that she couldn't bear it if she had to watch her husband make love to another woman.

Courtney's hands ripped at his belt buckle, opening it, and then removing that offending piece of leather and throwing it away from her. She slowly slipped one of her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, teasing him. But Jason was no closer to being turned on, although Courtney was. Moving her fingers out of his jeans, she got off of him and trailed down his legs. Removing his shoes, she tossed them away as well. She reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, and Jason fought to keep his hands in control and not push her away. Lowering her mouth to his crotch, she took the zipper of his jeans in her mouth, looking up at him as she did. He squeezed his eyes shut, disgusted at her being so near to his private area where only Sam was allowed to go. She tried using her mouth to undo the zipper, but when she was unsuccessful; she frowned and quickly undid it with her fingers as Jason suppressed a laugh. His wife never had a problem when it came to taking off his pants.

In her cell, Sam laughed as well to see Courtney's inability. Her laugh quickly turned to a frown though as she saw Courtney rip his jeans from his legs and throw them aside. She was at least relieved to see that Jason's boxers lacked a big bulge, and he remained unturned on. Courtney ripped her own pants off and tossed them aside so that she was sitting on top of him in just her black lacey panties and bra. She trailed her fingers up Sam's husband's legs, sliding them up the legholes of his boxers a little to tease him. But again, her teasing did nothing.

Jason was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as Courtney came more turned on. Seeing that he was still lacking an erection, she stroked him through his boxers, and Jason couldn't help but squirm. For the third time, Courtney mistook this to be pleasure and passion, and she continued to stroke him. He closed his eyes and prayed for an erection, hoping to just get this over with. He imagined Sam in his head, and he immediately became a little hotter. He imagined her beautiful body, her soft skin, her dark eyes, her… He was interrupted by a hard slap across the face. Courtney pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered.

"Open your eyes asshole. Don't think of her, think of me" she said sharply as she went back to stroking him, still attempting to get something out of him. When she saw that what she was doing was rather unsuccessful, she pealed off her bra, exposing her breasts to him.

"Suck on them Jason. I want to feel your tongue on me"

Jason's eyes widened, unable to even think about that, let alone do it.

"Look, Courtney, cant we just get this over with?" he asked, immediately regretting it.

She slapped him again and leaned her elbow into his ribs, on purpose or not, he wasn't sure.

"This is a beautiful thing Jason. I want you to want me. We are not going to 'just get this over with'" she said coldly.

Done with trying to get him turned on that way, she ripped his boxers off of him, revealing his full naked form.

"I am so hot for you" she moaned as she started kissing him all over again and nipping at his skin. "Touch me Jason" she commanded.

He did what she said, still thinking of Sam despite Courtney's orders. He ran his hands up and down her body, feeling her and kissing her too. He hated it, but he needed to do it. He had no idea that Sam was watching. He had no idea that he was breaking her heart far worse than it had ever been broken. He continued to kiss her, trying to block the images of Sam from his mind now. He felt too guilty. He couldn't think of Sam when he was essentially being forced to have sex with a she-devil. But he couldn't block the images of Sam anymore.

Sam was still sobbing in the other room when Carly walked in.

"Enjoying the show?" she asked snidely.

"You torturous bitch! You deserve to rot in hell!" she sobbed, prompting Carly to hit her across the face.

"I lost everything to you. My husband, my best friend, my happy life. I let you take far too much from me. But no more! You, Samantha McCall, are going to pay for everything that you did to me. All the pain that you've caused me"

"It's Morgan" she said through clenched teeth.

"Excuse me?" asked Carly.
"I said it's Morgan" she said louder this time. "Samantha MORGAN!" she yelled.

"YOU'RE NOTHING! YOU DON'T DESERVE JASON!" Carly screamed, pulling out the gun and pointing it at Sam, her anger no longer being able to be suppressed.

Meanwhile, Jason couldn't block the images of Sam out of his mind. He kept seeing her and her beauty. Her carrying their beautiful son. Jason grabbed Courtney's arms and finally opened his eyes, breathing heavy as she continued to massage his penis. He looked at her straight in the eye as she reached up and kissed him, one hand still on his crotch. Taking a deep breath, Jason prepared himself for what he had to do.