CSI: Ex Marks the Spot

Chapter 8 of my CSI story, enjoy.

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Chapter 8

RACHEL POV

I awoke fearful. This was the fifth day of Sam's captivity, the third of mine. After his spanking Sam had been careful to do exactly as he was told. He was still raped by that bitch, worse she made me rape him too. I was afraid, she was using protection, but I wasn't, what if I ended up pregnant. Not that I would've minding having Sam's kids but, not under these circumstances. Due to his 'good behaviour' Sam's gag had been removed, mine was still on. But I was losing patience with this Tara and her mother voice kept grating on my nerves. She came in smiling.

"Hello my little darlings, and how are we today." She cooed.

Sam, his face scarlet replied as he knew he must. "Good mommy." He said.

I couldn't take it anymore; I had seen what happened to Sam but to hell with it. I'd rather keep my pride than continue this charade any longer. So when Tara came over to me I was ready.

"I'll take your gag off." She said sweetly. "Ask Aunt Tara to feed you and you can leave it off."

She took my gag off but I didn't do what she said. Nor did I glare at her sullenly like I had yesterday; I completely lost it and went off on her.

"Fuck you bitch; this is past a fucking joke, just stop it already. You're a sick freak!" I screamed.

Tara glared at me but then I suddenly froze in fear when she gave me a nasty smile.

Tara smirked and untied me, except for my hands, she then untied Sam completely, but kept her knife handy. She led us over to the stool and sat Sam down on it. Then, to my horror she put me across Sam's lap, in the spanking position. No way, she wasn't really going to do this was she?

"Sammy, Rachel's been bad." She said, confirming my worst fears. "Punish her for it."

Sam trembled and I realized he didn't want to do this, but had no choice. "How...How many times mommy?" He asked, his voice trembling.

Tara thought for a moment and then grinned evilly.

"She was naughtier than you so...give her one hundred spanks."

No, she couldn't, I struggled desperately but found myself held in place as Sam picked up the paddle. He looked at me apologetically before finally bringing the paddle down to begin the worst session of pain I had ever known. I cried, screamed, begged but there was no end in sight as Sam was forced to swat my ass again and again, burning in shame and pain I flailed but that made it worse. Then to my horror I could feel my pain threshold approaching.

"No...No please, no more!" I begged but it was too late, spank number fifty landed and I farted.

Tara made a face at me. "So uncouth, make the remaining spanks harder Sammy."

He did so and I was howling now.

I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. As Sam was spanking me I began to realize what a sight like this must be doing to his body. I then felt it and knew it was true, my face went scarlet as I felt something poking my stomach, it was Sam's penis, no doubt erect from the erotic sight before him. I farted again, really loud, on the one hundredth spank and got ten extra hard spanks for my trouble. This prompted one more tiny fart to slip out but the punishment was done.

Tara grinned. "I hope you've learned your lesson you naughty little brat." She said in her baby voice.

"Yes Aunt Tara." I replied miserably, my ass was on fire, I didn't want any more spankings.

She smiled and lifted me up. I had done a good job hiding it but now Sam was stuck with his penis on full display. Tara laughed and forced Sam back to his chair, completely tying him up again before dragging me over and forcing me down onto my knees in front of him. I was shocked by this, what did she think she was doing?

"Look what you did to poor little Sammy." She said derisively. "You got him like that, now it's your job to relieve him."

I suppressed a groan; I was going to be made to rape Sam again. But it turned out I was wrong, at least, in how she wanted me to relieve Sam.

She put her hand on my head and then spoke, dropping the baby voice, her tone full of malice.

"Suck his dick, now." She snapped.

I was shocked by this; she wanted me to give Sam a blowjob. I immediately pressed my lips together and shook my head. However she wasn't having that. She grabbed my hair and yanked.

"Argh...Gluck, gumph gluck!" I screamed; as she forced my heads forwards and my open mouth over Sam's penis, I nearly choked on it as she forced me to take it all in my mouth at once.

So, with her using my hair to move my head I was forced to bob my head up and down his shaft, sucking and screaming all the while. Sam groaned and bit his lip and tried to resist but eventually he couldn't and he came in one huge long surge. My mouth filled with his seed and Tara pulled my head up, covering my mouth.

"Swallow it, every last fucking drop." She snarled, holding the knife to my throat.

I did as she said and swallowed the slimy substance. Satisfied she took me back to my chair and tied me to it before leaving the room. I coughed and spluttered as I recovered from what had just happened.

SAM POV

I sat breathing heavily, listening to Rachel coughing. It was my fault. Dammit, why couldn't I control myself? I looked up and saw Rachel was slumped against her ropes, her head bowed.

"Rachel." I called out, she looked up, teary eyed. "I...I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen."

To my surprise she managed to smile and reply. "It's okay Sam, it's not your fault...I'll, I'll be okay...We'll find a way out of this."

I nodded but my guilt wouldn't go away. "How am I supposed to live with the fact she made me rape you?" I asked in desperation.

Rachel shook her head.

"No Sam, she was making me rape you...don't worry..."
"Don't worry?" I ask exasperated. "But what I've...What if you're...?"

She smiled and nodded again. "Everything will be fine, if I am pregnant, we'll decide what to do when we find out."

I slumped my shoulders, feeling as if a burden was removed. Despite everything that had happened, despite what I had done to her, Rachel didn't blame me and still loved me. That alone gave me the strength to carry on. Rachel said she'd come up with a way, but until then we would play along with Tara's game. Hopefully when we got out we would find a way to get revenge on her for this. It was then I heard footsteps. She was coming back.

RACHEL POV

The door opened and Tara walked in looking smug.

'Yeah, laugh it up bitch, I'll make sure you aren't laughing in the end.' I thought savagely.

She stepped in front of us and looked at both of us pointedly before speaking in her disgusting mother voice.

"Look what I got for you my darlings." She held them up. "Nice new black balls gags. Who wants to be the first to wear one?"

We played along with her for now, so Sam perked up and began the childish begging that was expected of him for the part he was playing.

"Me, me, me mommy, please, me first."

Tara gave a sickly sweet smiled and approached him. "Okay sweetie, here you go, a nice big black ball gag for my little boy."

Sam opened his mouth wide to accept the ball gag; once it was strapped in place she had him test it out. He gave a few muffled words verifying that it worked. I knew it was time for me to play my role; the role of the little brat who wasn't happy at being left out of the 'fun'.

"No fair, how come he gets one and I don't." I protested in the baby voice. Tara turned to me.

"Now Rachel..." She began but I cut across her, the way I was supposed to.

"I wanna big bwack ball gag, I wanna big bwack ball gag!"

She stepped forwards and shoved it in my mouth, buckling it in place.

She shook her head. "Fine, here you go you little brat. Happy now?"

"MMMM" I replied nodding my head.

She nodded and headed to the door, bidding us good night and closing it. Finally alone we began to struggle. Hours passed until finally, to my great joy I felt the ropes around my wrists begin to give.

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