Well, I must apologize for the late update but I've been dealing with some personal stuff and I needed some time away from this site.

Anyway, finally I got writing again and the need to post another chapter soon hit me so, here it is…

Like I've said before, I know this has taken a hard turn and I just can hope that some of you still find it interesting enough to keep reading.

As always, I would like to know your thoughts about it!

Here it is!

He repeated the motion again, this time widening the gap between them before bringing her down again. He was trying to be gentle. Well, as gentle as he could given the circumstances. He kept a low rhythm despite his body's need to go faster and he kept thinking of a way to get out of that situation.

Apparently, the younger brother wasn't as interested in what was happening as the other two men in the room, seeing as he had gone to other parts of the house undoubtedly searching for anything he could take with him. The third man, the one who had brought Annabeth from her room was kind of transfixed by them and Sean, the instigator of this whole madness, was just a few feet away from the chair.

Suddenly a thought started forming in his head. The chair they were sitting on was actually pretty close to one of the pieces of furniture that adorned the living room and he knew that in the top drawer he had a gun. He had guns in almost every piece of furniture in the house; Danny would surely rant nonstop about his paranoia but he always wanted to be prepared. Since the drawer was at his back, Annabeth should be able to reach it even with her hands tied together. The problem was getting the gun without anybody noticing.

- Annabeth – he whispered to her – listen to me…

And he started whispering his plan in her ear so no one else heard him. She was breathing rapidly now and the sound helped mask his whispering. She understood what she had to do, but she was having trouble concentrating and getting past what was happening now.

She screwed her eyes shut for a moment longer and steeled herself with anticipation. She needed to do this. "Think about it like a mission" she told herself. "Get the weapon, conceal it and wait for the opportunity to attack".

Given the angle in which Sean was watching them (having already sat down on a chair in front of them) he couldn't see beyond them and behind Steve's back, where her hands were handcuffed and she tried to reach the drawer. If they could get just a little bit closer she should be able to open it just enough for her to grab the gun. The problem was, the only way to send the chair a couple of inches back without any of the men noticing what was happening, was for them to move a little harder against each other so the movement wasn't suspicious.

She told Steve what they needed to do and they set their minds to it. Suddenly, one of the next thrusts was made with more force and Annabeth pressed into Steve harder than she had been doing before. Two things happened at the same time: the movement sent a shiver up her spine and made her gasp because she felt him go deeper inside her, and the chair tilted back a bit.

Steve looked up at Sean, sending a hateful look his way wanting to check if he had reacted to the movement of the chair; he just had a smile on his face. He turned to the third man and could see that he was so engrossed in what he was seeing that his attention wouldn't deviate from the act anytime soon, if his own arousal (visible under his pants) was anything to go by.

They repeated the motion again and the chair moved another millimeter. Another gasp was heard and Sean's smug smile grew wider. At the third try, Steve had to suppress a groan because the change in rhythm was starting to take its effects, but finally Annabeth was able to reach the drawer.

Ever so slowly she extended her hands and slid the drawer open until she could reach inside and feel the gun. She needed to be careful now because she had to actually take the gun out and hide it between Steve's back and the chair without Sean seeing any of this. The movements they were making actually helped disguise the way she picked up the gun and standing a little bit straighter she brought her hands towards herself as if she needed to hug Steve's neck to keep balance. Doing this, they were able to watch each other in the eyes and they both nodded with their heads. They were flustered and breathing harder than ever, but they had made it. Annabeth then slipped the gun between Steve's back and the back of the chair and he pressed back so it would stay in place and she could let go. After that, she could let go of the gun and bring her hands up and behind the chair as they were before.

So, they had managed to complete that task and now they had a gun. The problem was, their bodies were reacting to the stunt they had to pull and soon things started to change.

Annabeth didn't feel so tight anymore and he actually was sliding in and out of her more easily with each thrust. Somehow her breathing changed again and she kept meeting him thrust by thrust. Her body had awakened and she was starting to feel it.

- I's okay. This isn't your fault Anna. It's okay – Steve's voice was tight and low and they both couldn't help but pick up the pace they were having. On the other hand, Sean had actually taken their strong moves as a sign that they were enjoying what was happening.

- Ha! I knew you would like it. Just like you liked it when I did it to you! Maybe you should be thanking me for making this happen for you – the man said from behind her. At his words, Annabeth pressed herself harder against Steve and he could feel the tears wetting his neck. Gosh, this was torture to her!

- Shut it! – Steve yelled at the man. The other man just laughed.

Annabeth hated herself for this. She wasn't under the effect of any drug and she was still feeling herself getting more aroused by the second. Every time Steve entered her completely she started gasping and she had to bite her lips over and over again to keep herself from moaning. She could tell that Steve was getting more and more excited too by the continuous movement because his hands transformed into fists at her side. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to stop. Instead, she started moving faster than before.

- I'm sorry – this time, it was her apologizing to him – I can't help it – she gasped again.

- Shh… don't worry – his voice was so strained that talking started to hurt. He was also straining not to let out any moan.

They kept the rhythm like that until it became unbearable. Annabeth hugged him as tight as the restraints let her and he started to bring her down with as much force as his own let him. This time, Annabeth actually moaned when one of the last thrusts hit her just in the right spot. Steve was feeling himself ready to explode and he also couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips.

- I think I'm gonna… - whispered Annabeth.

- Me too – said Steve. And that's when Annabeth felt a pair of hands grab her by the stomach and yank her away from Steve. The sudden stop of movement and friction made them both complain with an involuntary moan and they pulled on their restraints due to the frustration of lack of release.

- I think that was enough for now – said the man that was currently keeping Annabeth away from Steve – we don't want you to spend yourselves on the first try – Annabeth was in an awkward position with her ass towards the man holding her and her head was hanging now on Steve's chest, which was rising and falling with rapid breaths. The man let her go and she fell between his legs, too weak to be able to stand up.

- Are you okay? – asked Steve between pants. She nodded, looking at him for a second before averting her eyes. Steve helped her get up and settle on his lap once more. Their pants were the only noise that could be heard in the living room.

- Time to change tactics – said the man and he freed Annabeth once more, this time making her sit on Steve's lap with her back towards him; her hands were still handcuffed but they were in front of her. This way, her entrance was facing her attacker and she just knew what he was going to do – now that you're all hot and wet, I might as well take advantage of that – and he started removing his pants.

- No! – Steve yelled – don't do it or you're dead!

- I don't think you're in any position to be making threats. Speaking of positions… - he came closer and attempted to undo Steve's handcuffs to put them behind his back so they were out of the way. Feeling his hands free, he prepared himself and Annabeth intervened to try and distract their attacker.

- Please! – Annabeth begged – don't do this please!

- Too late – he answered. But the millisecond that he opened Steve's handcuffs, he said.

- Now!

Annabeth kicked forward with all her strength catching the man in the stomach while Steve brought his left hand behind his back and took a hold of the gun. Then, she stood up from Steve's lap but her knees were so weak and she stood up so fast that she got a dizzy spell and fell all the way to the floor. Steve hesitated for a moment, seeing her go down like that but soon had to get his attention back to the other man in the room who was starting to understand what had happened and was reaching for his own gun. Steve lashed out and hit the gun away from his hand before coming closer to the man and hitting him with the butt of his own gun in the temple. The man was out in a second.

He could also feel the blood rushing through his head and his breathing was labored. He turned around just in time to see Annabeth kick at Sean's legs from her position on the floor but the man didn't go down. He was about to hit her when she grabbed the chair they had been sitting on and brought it to her using it as a shield. Her hands were still tied in front of her.

Steve heard a noise coming from behind him and cursed himself for forgetting about the younger brother who had gone inspecting his house and who must have heard all the commotion and come back. He turned just in time to receive a right hook to his face making him stumble a few paces. Suddenly there was a gun pointed at him but he reacted immediately, kicking out and sending it flying elsewhere.

From behind him, he heard a pained grunt and couldn't help but glance around and see that Annabeth had managed to get on her feet again but was so weak that Sean gained ground on her and sent an elbow to her temple. She crumbled and stayed on the floor, not quite unconscious but definitely out of it. Being distracted, Steve left himself open for an attack and he felt something hard hit him on the right side of his body, sending pain through his ribcage. Another kick soon followed the first one and he had to sink to the floor on one knee.

- Let's go Sean! – yelled the younger brother, deciding that those two kicks were as far as he was going to get upping a Navy SEAL and already heading towards the door. The older brother was looming above Annabeth, malice and lust a terrible mixture in his eyes but after another shout from his brother, his head snapped up. He was right, things had gone out of control and they needed to go. They could always attack at another time.

He took a few steps back and made his way towards the door. Normally Steve would have followed and try to stop them, they shouldn't be able to get away, but given the fact that he was naked, breathing almost uncontrollably and hurt, he decided to just let them go. The farther away they were from Annabeth, the better. He could worry about catching them later. Right now, he had a lot to take care of.

Between the two of them, Sean and his brother carried the semi unconscious body of the third man and left the house. Steve heard the starting of an engine and then the car speed away.

He soon stood up, grunting from the pain in his ribs and went to Annabeth. She was still on the floor and was trying unsuccessfully to get into a sitting position. She was dazed from the hit to her head and weak from their ordeal, so he picked her up and set her gently on the floor near the couch so she wouldn't fall over while he fished their clothes out of the floor. He helped her put her underwear and shorts back on and while doing so, she couldn't help but notice that he was still erected.

- You're still hard – she whispered with her eyes half closed. Steve looked down and cursed. He was still under the effect of the drug and not having being able to release earlier prevented his erection from going down.

- Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it – he just put his pants on and helped her get into the couch. Grabbing the handcuff keys that had fallen to the floor during the fight and setting her arms free.

He didn't know what to do now. Should he call the police? Should they go to the hospital? He didn't know what Annabeth needed right now and he was scared out of his mind. What had just happened was meant to have repercussions for the both of them and he didn't know how to deal with it.

I think this is the longest chapter I've posted in this story but it needed to be done, I guess I just couldn't find a right place to cut it, so the scene here is complete! In the future chapters we'll get to know just how on earth are Steve and Annabeth going to deal with what happened to them and how are they going to FINALLY CATCH AND KILL THE SOB… because, yes… I don't think I can have him just arrested. I think he needs to die, what do you guys think?

Thanks to those of you who still believe in me!

Aquababy58: I did it! I posted the chapter! Now I need to try and remain calm and optimistic! Thanks for all your support!