A Family Affair, Chap. 2

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Rachel shook her head, and looked away.

He slapped her hard across the cheek. "What is her name?" he asked again.

"Ashley," Rachel whispered, afraid to do anything else. Above all, she wanted the man to remain calm, and not hurt them.

He replaced Rachel's gag and turned to Ashley gently shaking her awake. "Ashley, do you hear me?" he asked.

Ashley came to with a start. She was held fast and couldn't move, a feeling that frightened her greatly. Though the room was warm, she began shivering from fear. Where was she? Why couldn't she see? And, where was her mother? As panic began to rise within her, a voice came through her confusion.

"Ashley, do you hear me?" a man's voice said softly.

"Y-y-yes," she stammered in a small voice, her panic subsiding slightly as she realized she was not alone.

"Good," the voice said. "We will be playing some games. If you cooperate, you will be released unharmed." Then the man said in an evil voice, "But if you don't cooperate fully and immediately, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered, as her fear began welling up inside her again. "My mother...," she began.

The man slapped her face hard and she cried out in pain. "Do not speak again without permission! I will return shortly." He placed the headset over Ashley's ears and left the room.

Ashley cried as tears began rolling down her cheek from under the mask. The blow had been unexpected and hurt all the more for that reason. Ashley wondered where they were. 'Why had they been taken? How long had they been there? 'Games' the Voice had said. What games? And why them?' She knew they were at the mercy of someone who thought nothing of their well-being, and she fought for control of her emotions.

Rachel winced at the brutal treatment of her daughter especially right in front of her. She hated this man for what he was doing to them. She resolved to resist him at every step of his 'games,' and hoped she had the courage to fulfill her resolution. Reality, however, told her that her efforts for resistance would be useless.

Ashley had little external stimuli from which to gather information. A mask covered her eyes completely; she could see nothing. She could hear nothing but the music playing in a headset placed over her ears. She knew she was tied in some kind chair with padding. Though her arms were tied behind her, she was not uncomfortable. She had felt a slight draft on her body as the man opened the door. She realized in horror that her dress had been removed. But she could still feel her bra and panties. However, she could not close her legs, a fact that worried her. Good girls don't sit like this.

A thought struck her! Ashley worried that she might be raped. She felt shivers run up her spine. She felt very exposed and vulnerable.

She tried to remain calm, and thought of her pregnant mother. She worried about her Mom knowing that she was within weeks of delivery. Ashley knew her mother would be very worried about her. She felt that if she stayed calm, her mom would remain calm. 'Was her mom was even in the same room,' she wondered.

Little did she know how right she was. Rachel looked down at her daughter with pride. Though her daughter had to be frightened beyond words, she appeared calm. Ashley had always been strong in her actions and convictions.

The man entered again this time carrying a tray with two large glasses, a pitcher, and some rice cakes, and set them on the table. Walking over to Rachel, he said, "Do not speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

She nodded. The man walked over to her daughter.

Rachel squirmed as he stroked Ashley's hair. Ashley jumped at his touch. The man gazed at Rachel, his hand light on Ashley's head.

"She can neither hear nor see us," the man said. "You will call me Doctor. You will do everything I say. Do you understand?"

Rachel shook her head is disbelief as she realized the seriousness of their situation. She tried to think of a way out.

As if reading her mind, the man said, "You cannot escape. You are powerless. You will not leave unless I let you. Do you understand?"

Rachel just stared at him.

"You will call me 'Doctor.' You will do everything I say. Or I will include your lovely daughter in our games. Do you understand?"

Again, Rachel just looked at him.

The man went to the table and opened the box. He took out a large, wicked looking knife. He turned and looked at her. He motioned to Rachel to keep silent. Without saying a word, he went over to Ashley.

Rachel struggled against her bonds, her eyes widening with fright. The straps chaffed her wrists drawing blood. She could not think. What was this monster going to do?!

Lifting the headset from Ashley's ears, he said, "Your dress was wet from the rain. We removed it to be dried. But, you are still wearing wet clothes. Hold very still, Ashley." With that, he placed the tip of the knife between her breasts and with one quick movement, cut her bra with ease exposing her tits. Her breasts had grown firm and pointed as only the young were. Her nipples were just beginning to protrude from the small light brown areola.

Ashley shuddered as her bra was cut from her body. As he removed her bra, the stranger's hands brushed against her nipples causing them to harden against her will. No one, not even her mother, had touched her in such an intimate manner. But, she, too, was powerless to act.

"Interesting," the Voice said. "Perhaps we should explore this, Ashley. You seem to enjoy my touch. Describe the sensations that you are feeling in your body."

Ashley squirmed in her chair trying to move away from this man's probing fingers. It felt good -- no, she had to admit to herself, it felt great! But, she could not let him know. She tried thinking of something to keep her mind off the growing emotions coursing through her. 'Geometry,' she thought, as a smile came to her face. 'The area for a triangle is