“Oh, now don’t you look lovely,” Vivian praised as I padded barefoot back into the kitchen. “I knew that nightgown would fit you perfectly. And the color pink accentuates your complexion and coloring splendidly. You look like a little doll. A delicate little doll.”

My wet hair dripped down my back, as I hadn’t taken the time to dry it. I was far too worried that something else would happen to Maria if I remained locked away in that bathroom any longer.

“Let me show you something,” Vivian said as she walked over to me with her phone in hand. “Richard sent me these.” I looked at a picture on her phone of Maria standing by her car with the slashed tires. Vivian then showed another picture of Maria squatting down and examining a tire. I knew my friend well enough to see the anguish all over her face caused by the vandalism.

I bit my lip so hard to prevent me from saying something I would regret, that I actually tasted blood.

“Hopefully, we don’t have to do anything else to Maria tonight. But that’s up to you and if you listened to me. Lift up your robe and nightgown so I can inspect you,” Vivian ordered harshly.

“I did as you asked.” I took a few steps away from her and anxiously glanced toward the kitchen door leading toward the workshop in hopes that Pope would walk in any minute and save me from this bizarre request.

“Lift up your robe and nightgown. I don’t have all day. Come now, unless you want Pope to see you bent over the kitchen table with your lady parts in full view. How embarrassing that would be for you.”

Clenching my jaw, I followed her disgusting command and lifted the material away from my lower half.

Her eyes scanned the bare surface of my pussy before she said, “Bend over the table.”

I took the few steps required to reach the table and placed my belly on the cool wooden surface. I gasped when I felt Vivian touch my pussy and run her fingertip along the freshly shaven skin, and then I gasped even louder when she spread my ass cheeks wide.

“Very good. You got all the hair removed. Even in the tricky spots.”

Without warning, Vivian put her finger at my anus and pressed in. The dry invasion stung, but the shock of what she was doing had me crying out in surprise rather than discomfort. I bucked up, only to have her hold me down with her hand between my shoulder blades. Her finger was still rooted in my ass and going deeper with every movement I made.

“Stay still, child. I’m just checking to see if you used the douche properly.”

I looked toward the door again, but this time not in hope for Pope to enter and save me. Now, I was terrified he would walk in, see me in this condition, and see what his mother was doing to me. The mortifying thought had me whimpering and wiggling as Vivian gyrated her finger in my tight little hole.

“Stop your whining. It’s just a finger. It’s nowhere near the size of a man’s penis. My goodness, if you carry on like this over a finger, then you better get this little hole prepared by stretching it. A proper wife allows her husband anal sex whenever he chooses. And not with all the carrying on and crying of an anal virgin. So you better get used to something up there mighty fast.” She pulled out her finger which had me gasping loudly again. The dryness of her skin against my tender flesh burned. “Looks clean to me,” she declared. “You were a good girl and cleaned yourself nice and good. Well done. I knew you would be a quick study in the ways of being a wife. I simply knew it.”

Vivian helped me stand up and smoothed out the nightgown and robe with her hands.

“So, you won’t hurt Maria now?”

Vivian patted my arm. “Not tonight I won’t. Your friend and her baby are going to be nice and safe because you were such a good girl. But that doesn’t mean Richard won’t have to do something to her tomorrow morning. But that’s all up to you, of course. If you follow my direction for what I expect tonight, then Maria and her baby can have a nice breakfast together with no worries.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Well, since Pope has decided you will be sleeping in his room tonight, we have to speed up my plan on training you a bit. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to go into this part of the training quite yet, but you kids today. Always so fast and in a hurry.” She walked over toward the sink of dishes and began washing them as she spoke. “So, one of the first things you need to learn is that a man loves to have his cock sucked.” She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Don’t stand there and look so shocked. It’s a fact, and the reason I am telling you is that I simply want the best. So tonight, you are going to suck Pope’s cock.”

“What? No!” When I saw her features harden, I swallowed back my outrage and quickly changed my tone. “I mean, I was going to save all of that for marriage. For our wedding night so it’s special.” Would tricking this woman work? I doubted it, but I had to say something.

“Oh come now, child. Don’t play the virgin act with me. I know you kids these days. And I know my son. He hasn’t waited either. I know, I know,” she said as she scrubbed a dirty plate with a yellow sponge, “my momma used to tell me the story too. Why would a man buy the cow if he can sample the milk for free? I know. But things have changed. It’s not like it used to be. A man these days needs to sample often to give him the confidence that his cow is worth buying. That’s why you are going to suck his cock tonight. Give my boy a little sample.”

“Vivian, I—”

“Again, it would be such a shame for Maria if you didn’t,” she interrupted. “And you are all cleaned up and look so pretty right now. You are all set for a seductive blow job. All set, indeed.”

Tears burned the back of my eyes. “Please don’t do this.”

“And before you think about faking that you did and lying to me. I want you to remember that Momma is watching. I’m always watching. Richard is too. He’s keeping a close eye on me. It’s amazing what you can do now with all those fancy nanny cameras they have to catch a misbehaving babysitter. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to hide cameras inside items you would never assume. It’s fascinating. When Richard helped me set everything up, I could hardly believe it myself. The video footage all goes straight to my computer and to Richard’s for that helpful second set of eyes. Fascinating.” She looked out the window. “Pope’s returning. So remember to do a good job. Lick his cock from base to tip, and then tip to base over and over again. Oh, and men like when you take their balls into your mouth. I want to make sure you do that. I’ll be paying close attention to the footage tomorrow to see if you did a good job. You better do a good job for Maria’s sake.”

I stood speechless. I had no idea how to even respond. Her words weren’t fully sinking in. It was as if my brain was blocking out the level of lunacy as a way to protect my own sanity.

“But try not to give it to him all tonight. Spread it out. Start with a blow job, then tomorrow we will move on to something else. Give the boy a little tease. Play with his emotions and desires a bit.” She turned and gave me a large smile. “Now, a good wife knows how to give a good blow job, dear. So go on inside that room and lick his cock like a dutiful wife would do.” The door to the kitchen opened up and she quickly added, “And remember that Momma is watching.”

Pope walked in and scowled when he saw me standing in the nightie and tiny robe. His look reminded me of the same expression he’d given when he had seen me sitting naked and tied to a chair.

“Are you ready for bed?” he asked between gritted teeth. “It’s been a long day.”

“Oh she’s more than ready,” Vivian answered for me. “You kids get a good night’s rest. We have so much to do tomorrow to get everything unpacked and set up just right to be our perfect family home.”

Pope didn’t say anything as he walked up to me and gently took me by the upper arm and led me out of the kitchen. “Are you okay?” he whispered when we reached the hallway.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring the words to form in my mouth. How was I going to do this? How would I survive this sick game if I was expected to have such vile and filthy acts done to me like having a finger shoved up my ass by an unhinged woman? Vivian expected me to suck on the penis of a man whom I didn’t know. She expected me to do it all while cameras were recording me. How was I to survive this? I couldn’t! There was no fucking way!

“What was my mother saying in there? You look white as a ghost. Did she do something to your friend?”

I shook my head and whispered, “Not yet.”

“Good,” he said as he guided me down another hallway to where there was a large doorway at the end of it. “Then we will keep doing whatever we have to do to placate my mother. Whatever it takes.”

Yes… whatever it takes. I knew I needed to do whatever it took or Maria and Luis would suffer. I knew Vivian wasn’t bluffing. She had already proven to me how serious she was by showing me the pictures of Maria inspecting her ruined tires. I knew Vivian wouldn’t simply kill her and the baby because that would give away all her power, but she could definitely make their lives miserable for each misbehaving act of mine. So, yes, I would have to do whatever it took, even if that meant giving a blow job to Pope against my will.

As we entered Pope’s bedroom, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Maybe it was the door closing and the sound of the lock he clicked, or maybe it was the warm shades of burgundy and wine colors that made up the room, but something about standing there beside him made me feel an odd sense of comfort. The walls were made from polished logs, and the ceiling was arched with massive wood beams. A large master bed with an intricately carved headboard sat in the middle of the room. Fluffy pillows with a beautiful quilt all in warm red colors meshed perfectly together. The room smelled like the shirt of Pope’s I had been wearing—masculine.

I padded barefoot on the wide, wooden-planked floor to a sliding glass door that opened to a private deck. “It’s beautiful. You have your own oasis here.”

Pope walked over to a brown leather chair that sat in the corner of the room next to a lamp and tiny table. At the foot of the chair sat a basket full of books and magazines. He began removing his boots as he mumbled, “It seems I’m in need of this oasis more now than ever before. We both are.”

There were two Adirondack chairs on the deck that I imagined having coffee in on a beautiful morning. If I were here at this house for any other reasons, it would be a true vacation paradise—especially this master bedroom. The large slider and the huge window to the left of the bed looked out onto a picturesque view of the woods. Large pine trees, redwoods, and aspens, reminded me of a fairytale setting.

“There’s an attached private bathroom behind that door,” he said.

I looked over my shoulder to see him kicking off his last boot. Pope leaned back in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair. I was about to ask him a question when I remembered.

Momma’s watching…

I glanced at the corners of the room for any signs of cameras and couldn’t tell where they would have been placed. The large rafters made it impossible to see if cameras were hidden among them. We couldn’t talk safely in the room. I knew this, but I had to somehow tell Pope. “Can we go outside?”

“Outside? You aren’t exactly dressed for the evening temperatures.”

I reached for a red-checkered flannel blanket that hung over the edge of the bed and wrapped it around me. “I could really use some fresh air,” I said as I walked toward the slider. “Actually, I wish I had my cigarettes. A smoke is highly needed right now.”

Pope stood and walked toward a dresser and pulled out the top drawer. “Smoking is a nasty habit, Demi,” he lectured. “But lucky for you, I suffer from that same bad habit.” He pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter before pushing the drawer closed.

I walked outside with Pope right behind me. The brisk air made contact with my face, and had I not had the blanket wrapped tightly around me, I would have been cold for sure. But as I lowered myself into the low-seated chair, I felt cozy and content.

Pope sat down beside me, lit a cigarette, and then passed it to me. He then lit his own cigarette and took a long drag before speaking. “I try to save them for a special occasion. But if having a kidnapped woman in my bedroom isn’t a special occasion, I’m not sure what the fuck is.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t sure if it was his sick sense of humor, or simply knowing I was going to inhale the sweet taste of nicotine any minute. “Yeah, I think we both get a free pass right now.”

Remembering the question I had wanted to ask, I did so now. “Why did you insist I sleep in your room rather than my own?”

“Do you really need to ask that?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because my mother—Vivian—is dangerous. No way am I going to trust her in the middle of the night. Who knows what she’s capable of doing to you? I had no idea she was capable of kidnapping you. That’s for fucking sure. So no way am I going to give her the opportunity to hurt you.” He took another drag before adding. “You’ll be safer in here with me behind a locked door.”

“Makes sense.” And it did. As long as I didn’t upset Vivian, I was sure I would be safe. But with her temperament and her crazy demands, who knew how long she would remain happy with me?

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” I said on exhale as the smoke left my lips. “I don’t blame you.”

“You should.”

“Why?”

“I should have stopped this long ago. I shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think I could manage my mother on my own. I knew she was dangerous. I should have had her locked away.”

“She’s your mother. Trust me, I understand all about having a fucked up mother/child relationship.”

“I still should have prevented this. And I sure as fuck shouldn’t have been so blind as to not know that she had a kidnapped girl in our moving van and the back of my goddamned plane.”

I smirked and took another relaxing drag. “Yeah, I’m still not sure how she managed to pull that off.”

Pope turned his head and studied me for several seconds before saying, “I’m sure people are looking for you by now. No doubt the authorities are involved and it’s just a matter of time until they track you down.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. But I doubt it. I don’t have any family, and frankly, I have a history of picking up and leaving without even saying a goodbye. My only friend was Maria. I had a shitty waitress job, an even shittier apartment, and not much worth returning back for to be honest.” I smirked again. “Your mother must have done her homework. There’s no one to miss or worry about me. I’m the perfect candidate for someone to kidnap and not draw any attention to the situation.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Fucked right?”

Pope looked straight ahead at the forest that served as our view. “Yeah, fucked.”