An Unwelcome Visitor

Chapter 5

I woke slowly, my head feeling groggy. I tried to think what day it was and then where I was. Looking around the room, I could see I was in Marty and Joanna’s room and it was dark outside. How long had I been asleep for? I turned to see the clock on the bedside table and froze as I sensed a presence in the room.

There was a dark shape in corner and just as I had convinced myself it was nothing, it moved. I went to yell out, the figure moving so fast it was on me before I got more then a small sound out. His hand covered my mouth at the same time as his body pressed mine down to the bed. “Don’t make a sound.” He moved quickly, tying my hands to the top of the bed and then straddling my body so he was sitting lightly on my waist.

I could see now it was the same man who had attacked me before, but there was something different about him. He still wore the balaclava but his eyes seemed different, though in the dark of the room it was hard to tell. I wondered where Marty and Joanna were as his hand came down to run inside my shirt. “Have you worked it out yet Abby? Joanna was sure you had but I wasn’t so sure myself. However, we didn’t want to risk you telling anyone, so I am here to make sure you don’t.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about at first; my head still feeling fuzzy.

His hand reached up to the bottom of his balaclava and he gripped the bottom, seeming to pause for a moment before pulling it up over his head. I didn’t understand why he was taking it off, my only thought being that if I saw him I would be able to identify him to the police. All thoughts of police vanished as I saw his face, or should I say Marty’s face.

“Marty, what’s going on? I don’t und..” The rest of my words were cut off as he covered my mouth again with his hand. He pulled a gag out and removing his hand, pushed it in till it was sitting firmly in my mouth. Lifting up my head, he buckled it firmly in place. I couldn’t get my head around what was going on, that my so-called friend was the same man who had attacked me. I heard the door open and Joanna entered the room, her eyes cast down as she knelt down beside the bed.

Now I was even more confused. I looked into Marty’s eyes, trying to see if this was just some elaborate joke but what I saw there didn’t reassure me. Slowly it began to come together, the way he hadn’t wanted me to go to the hospital; the way I never saw him during any of the attacks. Fear filled me, making me shake under him.

He moved off me and walked over to where Joanna was kneeling, pulling her hair back and kissing her forcefully on the lips. I had never seen anything so erotic and despite my predicament, found myself strangely turned on. Marty whispered something into Joanna’s ear and she smiled, moving to sit beside me on the bed.

I didn’t know whom to watch, as Marty came around to stand by the other side of the bed. Joanna started to pull my top up so that my bra was visible and then pulled the bra up so it sat above my breasts. At the same time Marty had unzipped my jeans and pulled them off, his hands moving to the waistband of my panties. I sobbed as he slowly lowered them down, again leaving my pussy exposed to his view. Marty ran his fingers up and down my slit before managing to push his finger inside. Like the other times, I found I was wet and getting even wetter as he worked his finger in and out of me.

“Abby, I am going to let you talk soon, as I am sure you have questions. If you are calm and don’t try to scream, the gag can stay off.” He pulled out his finger and brought it up to his mouth, sucking my juices into his mouth. Smiling, he nodded at Joanna, who lifted my head to take off the gag. Marty sat back up on my waist, pulling the gag out of my mouth. An extra pillow was placed under my head, so that it was easier to keep my head up to talk.

Now I was able to talk, I didn’t know what to say. I was still stunned that my two friends were doing this to me. Marty brought his hand up to my face, causing me to turn my head away from him. “Shh, Abby, everything will be alright, except there will be a few changes around here. Now, I am sure you have some questions, so fire away.”

“Marty, why did you do it? I was really scared and you hurt me.” I glared at him, my anger bubbling up inside of me. If only my hands were free, I would have hit him, but with my hands tied the way they were, I had to settle for letting him know how I felt with my voice only. He smiled at me and it made me even angrier with him.

“Abby, I only acted the way I did because you liked it. If you hadn’t, I would have left you alone after the first night.” I couldn’t believe he actually thought he had done me a favour.

“What! You think what you did was ok because you thought I liked it? How dare you treat me that way?” I was still angry but the thought of what they would do now was starting to overtake my anger. No sooner had the words left my mouth than I started to cry. I just felt so overwhelmed by everything that I couldn’t seem to stop the tears. I felt Joanna’s hands on my head and despite my distrust of her; I moved my head towards her.

I don’t know how long I cried for, but my hands were free from the top of the bed by the time I had calmed down. They were still tied together though and Marty was still astride my waist. I brought my hands up to wipe away my tears and looked around at them both. Marty took my chin lightly in his hands and looked into my eyes. “Feel better now? Abby, I know this is all a bit strange and I could have handled things differently, but you have to admit you did like some of it.”

I was still not ready to admit anything of the kind. Suddenly I remembered the detectives and the way I had been questioned. “Marty, those detectives weren’t real, were they?” He actually looked a bit embarrassed for a moment and looked down before he turned back to look at me.

“No, they were some friends of mine. They were meant to just ask you some simple questions, but Jones got a bit carried away. I’m sorry about that.” I was surprised by his apology, though it is what I would have expected the old Marty to have done. Again I felt a rush of confused emotions regarding how I felt about him. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and felt Marty’s soft touch as he wiped it away.

“Marty, what happens now? You said before you were going to stop me from telling anyone, so what do you have planned?” I couldn’t believe I had been so direct but I needed to know if I was in any danger. The Marty I had thought I knew so well would never hurt anyone, but now I just didn’t know.

He looked at me and then at Joanna. I had almost forgotten she was there and looked to see her nod at Marty and leave the room. I felt a bit nervous that I was alone with Marty, remembering all the things he had done when I hadn’t known it was him. He waited until Joanna was out of the room and then looked at me with a serious look in his eyes.

I felt my stomach churn at what he was going to say and lifted my tied hands to push him off me. I must have taken him by surprise as he fell sideways on to the bed. I managed to scramble out from under him, my feet just hitting the floor, when I felt his hand on my hair. He pulled me back onto the bed, my hands reaching up to where he was gripping my hair.

He pulled me up till I was sitting with my back against the head of the bed, my heart beating fast. He had kept his grip on my hair as he had moved me, but now let go, causing me to sigh in relief. He pulled a piece of rope from his pocket and tied it around my waist and the bed post. He had placed my hands at my waist too and they were also held firmly by the rope. By the time he sat back on the bed beside me, I knew I was not going anywhere.

Marty sat for a while, just looking at me. I was just about to say something when he began to speak. “Abby, I know right now you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to remember I am still the same friend you knew before. The only difference is now you know what I tried to hide from you.”

I knew he was right but the part of him I hadn’t known about was a pretty major thing. I flinched as I saw his hand come to rest on my breast and gently rub it. Trying to block any feelings of pleasure he was generating, I breathed deeply as his touch became more firm. One of his hands moved down to my pussy. I tried to keep my legs together, but a pinch on my nipple was enough of a warning for me to spread them.

Marty looked me directly in the eye as he worked his finger in and out of me, the squishing sound of my own juices making me blush. He used his thumb to rub my clit and after a good five minutes I was so close to cumming that I screamed in frustration when he stopped.

“Now don’t tell me you didn’t like that Abby?” I wanted to be able to tell him no but he was smiling at me in a way that told me no matter what I said, he knew I had liked it. Instead I looked away from him and waited for him to speak again. His hand on my hair made me look back at him, his eyes again peering deeply into mine.

“Abby, before you asked me what my plans for you were. For the next two weeks you will stay in this house. I have already told your boss you have a family emergency, so you don’t have to worry about work. During that time, you will be free to move around the house but you will not be allowed to leave unless you are with me. At the end of the two weeks, if you still want to go, I won’t stop you.”

He let go of my hair and I looked down, trying to think about what he had told me. I was certain that after the two weeks were up, there was no way I was staying with him, though I had no idea where I would go. “Marty, over those two weeks, will I have to .. Well, will you make me..” I knew what I wanted to say but I just couldn’t bring myself to ask.

“If you are trying to ask me if you will have to join in with any fun and games, well that will be up to you. As I said before, I think I may have gone a bit far with my little game so I won’t be forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do. I do want you to watch and learn though, so you can make an informed choice when the time comes.”

I was still too overcome with all that had happened so far that I couldn’t really take in what he was saying. Sensing my tiredness, Marty unwound the rope and lay me back down on the bed. He pulled my arms up and tied them back up to the top of the bed again. I was too tired to fight him and by the time he was done, I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was vaguely aware of Joanna entering the room and the two of them climbing into the bed beside me.