CSI: Ex Marks the Spot

Chapter 5 of my CSI story, enjoy.

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Chapter 5

TONYA POV

It was the third day since Sam had gone missing. I was really worried, although there was still no conclusive proof I was certain he had been kidnapped. However, I had problems of my own to deal with too. My racist ex Michael was back and I knew he had seen me with Kareem. It would only be a matter of time before he found me and began his usual tirades, this time however I knew he would be more aggressive. I nervously looked over my shoulder as I walked home from Kareem's. Suddenly someone stepped in front of me, I stopped just in time, sure enough it was Michael. He stood glaring; I glared back, refusing to be intimidated.

"What?" I snapped angrily.

He sneered at me before replying. "You know what bitch, first you dump me, then you hook with that...black bastard." He spat.

I growled and suddenly found myself getting in his face.

"Don't you dare, if you dare ever say anything like that about Kareem again, I will not let you get away with it, understand?"

He simply shoved me back. "Bitch, don't think you can threaten me, I do what I like, you're the one who should be punished anyway, you're the one who is the traitor."

With that he turned and stalked away, I growled and hurried back home. I knew I had to tell mom and dad about this, also, there might be news on Sam.

RACHEL POV

I shifted awkwardly; this was nerve racking, where was Sam? Tonya had informed me that, based on what had been found so far in the investigation, he had been kidnapped. I hoped she was wrong but my gut told me that wasn't the case. I smoothed out my white tank-top and denim mini skirt, praying that Sam would be alright. Just then Elizabeth entered; I looked up and saw she was holding an envelope in her hands.

"Here, this is addressed to you." She stated, handing me the envelope. I nodded and she then excused herself to feed Ella.

I sighed and looked at the envelope, it was indeed addressed to me; but who could've sent it. I opened it up and pulled out the contents; I froze, staring in shock. The contents of the envelope were a note and a picture; the picture was of Sam. I couldn't believe it however; in the picture Sam was sitting on a chair, completely naked, he was tied to the chair with ropes; something white was stuffed in his mouth, I could see a part of it poking out from behind the duct tape which covered his mouth. His penis was erect and looked slightly bruised. I checked the note and groaned, it was Tara Williams, his psycho ex-girlfriend. Great, he had been kidnapped, and by her of all people. I knew I should tell his parents but I wanted to be sure; I needed some more info, a clue maybe. Luckily I had an idea on how to find more clues.

I stood up, quickly pulled on my red flats and headed downstairs.

"I'll be going out, mom." I said, "I'll call you when I'm coming back, okay."

Elizabeth nodded and I headed out and got in my car. The best place to start hunting for clues would be at Tara's house, so I drove there quickly; hoping to find out where Sam was. I parked outside her home; I knew I had to be careful. I stepped out of the car and slipped around to the nearest window. I peered through, the house was dark, but I couldn't see anything but the shapes of the furniture. I sighed and slipped around the back, doing the same. I knew what I was doing was suspicious but I had to see if I could find any clues, no matter the risks. As I looked around I was surprised to find the back door unlocked. My nerves mounting along with my curiosity; I entered the house, quietly.

'C'mon, there's gotta be something here.' I thought to myself.

Suddenly however an arm wrapped around my torso, pinning my arms. I was about to cry out when a hand clamped over my mouth.

"Surprise bitch!" Tara's nasal voice sang out. I struggled desperately as she laughed. "Glad you came, we've been getting lonely, c'mon, gotta see Sammy huh."

With that she dragged me upstairs.

She opened the door to what looked like a den. I was horrified by what I saw and then suddenly, I heard it.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

"Sam?!" I gasped.

He was staring wide-eyed, fearful as he saw me; he was in the exact same position as in the picture. It was then I realized that Tara had a knife to my throat.

"Well, let's have some fun." She said sadistically. "Did you know Sammy was wearing such childish undies…Stay still, if you move I'll hurt you both, I'll show you."

With that she let me go, concerned for Sam's welfare I stayed put as she walked over to Sam. She ripped the tape of his mouth and pulled out the material stuffed in his mouth. It was a pair of white briefs decorated with little teddy bears. Sam's face was scarlet, I blushed too.

"See, well, I think it's best that we keep things the way they are, you two are my little kids. You, Rachel, will call me Aunt Tara, got it."

I saw her hold the knife to Sam's throat and gulped, I then answered.

"Y-yes Aunt Tara." I replied, shaking slightly.

She smirked, "Time for some real fun, I know a game we could play." She stated evilly, "Reverse dress up. Sammy, you tell Rachel to take off an item of clothing, and Rachel, do as he says, take it off, got it."
I couldn't believe this, I could see on Sam's face that he felt the same, but we had no choice, she was armed, we had to do as she said.

Sam shifted awkwardly in his seat, I knew he was embarrassed at the fact he was sitting tied to a chair and naked in front of his girlfriend and his psycho ex.

Finally he did as Tara said. "Rachel, take of you top." He said in a baby voice, the voice she must've been forcing on him to play this twisted game.

I trembled at this, knowing what was going to happen; I pulled my tank-top off, Sam then told me to take my flats off so I did so.

"Take…" He hesitated but the cold steel of the knife against his throat made him continue. "Take of your skirt."

I slid the skirt down my legs and stepped out of it. I now stood in nothing but my pink panties and matching bra.

"Take of your bra." He said after Tara whispered in his ear.

My face went bright red as I removed said article of clothing, exposing my breasts, the cool air immediately made my nipples erect. Sam's penis also went erect the moment he saw my tits.

"Now your panties."

I fought the urge to groan and removed my panties, standing naked. It was then Tara stepped forwards and pushed me down onto a chair behind me. She acted with surprisingly speed and before I knew it I was bound to the chair, similar to Sam. The main exception was that ropes had been tied around my breasts, making them stand out. Ignoring my bright red face Tara turned and walked over to Sam, who was blushing just as intensely. All I could do was watch in terror as Tara raped Sam right in front of me. I felt the tears in my eyes, poor Sam, how could she do this? Even worse, I knew things were only going to get worse from here.

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