CSI: Ex Marks the Spot

Chapter 3 of my CSI story, enjoy.

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Chapter 3

TARA POV

I grinned when I saw the fear in Sam's eyes; he now understood, I was in control and he would have to do what I said. I walked over to him, still holding the knife.

"Okay Sam." I told him as I cut away the tape binding him. "It's clear you've figured out the rules; now stick to them and do what I say."

He nodded; still fearful and I decided now was a good time to see the body I loved more than anything.

"Right then." I decided to make my move, smirking widely. "Sam, here's what you need to do, strip."

He stared at me, his eyes wide. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me, strip." I repeated; "I want you to take your clothes off, I want you standing in front of me in nothing but your underwear. Understand?"

He nodded and I repeated my instruction, more firmly.

"Strip!"

His face went bright red; he was blushing so much it was visible through his tan. I smirked as he did as he was told, afraid of me using the knife on him. He took off his shoes and socks and then his T-shirt. He hesitated as he reached for his shorts.

"Those too." I confirmed and he groaned before pulling them off.

I stared wide-eyed at the sight before. Wow, this was rich; I had the perfect blackmail and the perfect way to humiliate Sam in revenge for dumping me. My eighteen year old ex-boyfriend stood with me staring at his hot tan body, now covered by nothing more than a pair of white briefs, decorated with little teddy bears. I smiled as looked up from his crotch to his face.

"Awww, how cute, just like a little kid." I taunted; baiting him.

It worked; he blushed even harder and shook his head. "Sh-shut up." He stuttered.

I knew first I would have to get him secured, then I could have all the fun I wanted with him.

"Well, enough of that for now." I said finally. "Sit down on the chair Sam."

He did as he was told, trying to cover his underwear with his hands.

I glared at him and brandished the knife. "Don't cover yourself!"

His hands immediately came away and I stepped over and pulled them behind his back and to the back of the chair. I got to work binding his hands and his torso to the back of the chair and tying his legs to the chair legs. I stepped back to admire my work. He struggled against the ropes but they didn't budge, he wasn't going anywhere; perfect.

SAM POV

I couldn't believe this, this was not only terrifying but humiliating too. I could feel my cheeks burning. I was stuck, tied to a chair by my psycho ex-girlfriend, wearing only my childish briefs, that I only wore because all my other pairs were in the laundry, and she had a knife and could do whatever she wanted to do to me. She suddenly got a sickeningly sweet smile on her face and spoke.

"Well, little Sammy." She said in the kind of voice used to talk to a baby. "I can tell you're gonna have a lot of fun with mommy."

It was then I realized what she was doing. She was doing some kind of bizarre and twisted mother/baby son act, due to my childish underwear.

"What the...?" I began but then thought better of it. I didn't need my cheeks getting any redder.

Tara then smirked and asked. "What's your favourite colour, Sammy?"

I was curious why she asked but, since she had the knife I didn't dare defy her.

"Red." I replied, however she frowned and held the knife to my throat.

I felt terrified, why was she doing this? I then remembered, I was wearing childish briefs, so she was treating me like a child, if I was going to talk, it would have to be baby talk, or I would get hurt.

Blushing more profusely than ever I replied. "Wed, mommy."

"Okay darling, red it is." She replied before walking over to the table. She pulled back the cover but due to the angle I couldn't see what was on it. She picked something up and came back to me. I was about to ask her about the table when she suddenly shoved a bright red ball gag in my mouth, strapping it, tightly in place.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I screamed in shock as Tara stepped back.

Admiring her handiwork she then spoke. "Mommy will be right back Sammy; I need to slip into something more comfortable."

With that she left the room, leaving me bound, gagged and helpless.

Tara came back, still wearing the clothes she had been wearing beforehand, but carrying a bundle of fresh ones in her arms. She set them down on the floor and, right in front of me stripped naked.

"Mmmm! Mmmmmmm MMMMMMMMM!" I tried to complain but she didn't even listen to my muffled yelps.

Once naked she pulled on the clothes she had brought in, deliberately slow. First the blood red T-back thong, then the red micro-mini skirt followed by a black tank-top so low-cut it showed an obscene amount of cleavage and also bared her stomach. Finally she pulled on a pair of red flats and turned to face me, smirking evilly. Throughout her whole performance I had tried to resist but it was futile, the blood rushed to my loins, heedless of my attempts to control myself. By the time Tara turned around my briefs had a large bulge in the front from my erection.

"Oh dear." Tara said in that sickly sweet voice. "My baby can't be comfortable like that, want mommy to make it better?"

Both scared about what would happen if I refused and desperate for release from the tightness of my briefs I nodded. I soon regretted it as she approached and used the knife to cut them off, leaving me completely naked. She stared wide-eyed at my erect penis as it came loose, seven and a half inches long.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I moaned as I also felt something wet on my chin.

Tara laughed. "Awwww, not only is my little boy excited, he's drooling too."

I groaned, because of the ball gag my mouth was wedged open. That meant saliva easily pooled in it and now dribbled out. Tara wiped my mouth with a cloth, but then she suddenly became crazed and before I knew it she had straddled me. She moved her thong aside, grabbed my penis and forced it up her vagina. She then began to ride me violently.

"MMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I screamed till my lungs felt like they would burst, I was being raped by my psycho ex.

After some time it was clear she was impatient. She suddenly reached down and, still riding me, grabbed my testicles and squeezed hard. I screamed again as she forced me to cum inside her, I came in a torrent and finally subsided.

She then pulled herself off me and stood up, smirking.

"Well, it's late Sammy, I'll come back tomorrow morning, then we're gonna have even more fun."

With that she left the room, locking the door behind her. I breathed heavily, trying to recover from what had just happened. A massive wave of exhaustion consumed me and I soon felt myself drifting off. I prayed for some means of escape, some rescue, anything, most of all, I prayed for Rachel, to be able to hold her in my arms again. Finally, with that thought in my head, I fell asleep, it was a fitful sleep, but sleep none the less.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.