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     Her heels clacked and clicked down the few street.  Robin pulled her half leather jacket around her chest, tucking her hands under her armpits to combat the cold. She hadn't fully thought through her outfit before she had left her house that evening. Her hair had remained down the whole night, her black locks having curled as she danced under the club’s lights. 

    It had taken her friends almost a month to convince her to come out and lose herself for a little while. She had finally given in after being worn down over Facebook, via texts and in person. Robin had to admit that she did have fun. Being a nameless person in a vibrant room of pulsing bodies had helped her let go of some of her grief. It wasn't enough to pull her from her depression, but it was enough to put a mask on it for a little while.

    She had felt him slide up against her during a slower song, his hips swaying with hers and she felt her face grow hot with emotion. At first she had made a move to leave but her friends pressed her back up against him. He read that as a positive signal and his hands came to rest on her hips, holding her heart shaped ass against his groin. Her cheeks flared with guilt and she felt like she was cheating but between his hands and the bodies of her friends, she was stuck feeling his crotch stir and his hand wander up to her chest, slipping under her loose red sleeveless blouse to cup her black laced breast. This was too much for her and Robin made a break for the bathroom.  She could hear a disgruntled sound as she blueballed him and she managed to lock herself in a stall before her friends could stop her. She choked back tears and leaned against the flimsy door, her body shaking. Maybe this was all too soon. It had been almost two years and it was still so fresh in her mind.

    She wiped a tear away from her eye as she rounded a corner. She had to pass two more bars and then cut through the park to get home, back to safety. As she passed one of the bars she looked inside to see smiling and laughing patrons. They had frequented this one, it also happened to be where he had taken her on their first date. That was over twelve years ago now. She hurried past as a sob caught in her throat and she tripped going into the park.

    She paused for a moment on her now scraped knees and hands, the alcohol finally catching up to her and her emotions threatening to explode all over the sidewalk. She shook her head, trying to clear it and almost landed on her backside when a hand had reached for her shoulder.

    “Oh ma’am, are you alright?” the owner of the hand had stopped from her reaction, it hovering for her to grasp of her own accord. She looked up at him, this strange man bundled in one too many coats. His facial hair concealed half of his face, unkempt and unwashed. The hair on his head was partially covered by a beanie, which had been patched with two mismatched pieces of cloth. 

    She stuttered, “Umm, ah, yes I th-think so.” She averted her eyes, trying to hide her biting tears. 

    His brow furrowed has he watched her avert her gaze, reading it as repulse. His extended hand closed into a fist as his rage built. It was always the same.

    She shakily tried getting to her feet and she fell again with a cry.  He had reached out to help her but she hit his hand away weakly. She wasn't the one who needed help here. His anger grew inside, and he stood and stepped away, watching her.

     She got up again and shuffled home, stumbling occasionally.  She sniffed, rubbing her red nose with her sleeve. 

    He stalked after her silently, easily falling into the backdrop. He was used to being tossed aside and he was sick of it. He was so tired of being seen as garbage, less of a human being because he was homeless, jobless. He hated himself even because of it. He was so consumed with his rage that he hadn't realized he had followed her up to her door, pausing at the bottom step as she fumbled with her keys. When the door opened, he had felt warmth that had eluded him for half a decade, and still he did not know what he was doing. 

    One hand reached out and caught the closing door, the other fingered his knife’s blade in his pocket. He hadn't made his mind up completely on what he’d do, but his first step inside her home emboldened him. He closed the door behind his back and stepped past her discarded heels, following her into the living room.

    She had discarded her jacket and scarf on the sofa, herself on a loveseat. A slender leg was draped over the arm, her tight jeans not allowing for much spreading. Her eyes were closed and her black curls framed her face.  She had obviously been crying, her eyeliner having run down her cheeks in black rivers. 

    He almost stopped, feeling some regret. She was clearly hurting. But what made her hurt more valid than his own? Because she had a roof over her head and money in the bank? He boiled as he discarded his own coats on the sofa. He had to peel the bottom one off of his thin frame, it had been so long since he was without it. 

    The zipper landed on the floor with a sharp sounds disturbing the quiet scene.  Her eyes flew open and she saw him standing before her. In her drunken haze, she couldn't place where she had seen his face before but as her gears began turning she knew that this was very, very wrong.

    He acted before she knew to scream, lunging at her and pressing his knife to her throat and in a hushed tone he told her if she remained quiet he would not gut her like a fish. Robin nodded and stared fearfully at the intruder.

    He stood there, knife against her, and it seemed like he wasn’t sure how to proceed. They both knew what he wanted but were both stuck in this position. 

    The silence was shattered by the telephone. It rang two times before either person exhaled and that's when Robin struck. She shoved at his chest and she had made it all of four feet before he collided with her backside, knocking the wind out of her. He was thinner than her but he was stronger, and the knifepoint digging into her right breast brought her to a halt. 

    The phone rang twice more and went to voicemail, the recording playing “Hey, this is Robin. I'm unavailable right now so leave your name and number and I'll get back to you when I can. Thanks, bye.” then her friend’s shrill voice blared after, saying that she had gotten home and that she wished Robin had brought home that hottie from the club, that Zack would have forgiven her for moving on and enjoying herself for once. She prattled on drunkenly for another minute or so before hanging up.

    “Robin..” He rolled her name over his tongue, his beard scratching her neck he was so close to her ear that she felt his breath on it. Hearing her late husband’s name while she was a hostage in her own home brought forth a surge of fear that all of this was very real. And that no one would come looking for her until Monday when she failed to show up to work.  What was she thinking? If she complied, he may let her live. The cut on her chest however did provide evidence otherwise.

    She could feel his bulge pressing against her skinny jeans as he shifted his weight against her. He brought the knife back up to her throat and he cleared his own.

    “Take off your pants.” the man commanded. Robin’s fingers trembled as she undid her button and zipper,  trying to move as little as possible between his groin and the knife but her pants wouldn't budge. She had to wiggle harder and bend forward, which pressed her heart shaped ass right into his lap. One of his hands went down to her exposed hip and cupped it. Her curves were softer with age but her body was still firm in all the right places. He rubbed himself up and down her ass, savoring the feeling as his hands moved up under her blouse. He used the knife to cut away the red cloth, letting it fall off of her shoulders. She stayed still as he brought the knife behind her and cut both straps of her lace bra off, letting her supple breasts bounce free. 

    She looked down as his filthy hands cupped her soft flesh. She could see the dirt caked under his nails as they dug into her chest, rubbing the fresh cut on her side. She hissed in disapproval and he reacted instantly. His hand shot up and gripped her black curls, ripping her head back and throwing her off balance. 

    He rode her to the ground and kept his knee on the small of her back. Upon having her breath knocked out of her a second time, Robin began to cry again. The man ignored her tears, taking his buckle off and letting his pants fall away to reveal his 9 inches of stiff wood.

    He freed her asscheeks from their black lacey bottoms, casting them aside as he gripped her cheeks with both hands, leaving impressions on her white flesh. He pulled her cheeks up and apart to see both of her holes, his thumb grazing them both and she groaned.

    “Please, take anything in the house, money, jewelry, food, a shower. Please just leave me alone.” her voice was small, and she almost felt silly for only now starting to beg for his mercy. She felt his thumb move down and prod her vagina. She tensed up and whimpered as he violated her insides with his finger. 

    She hadn't had anyone touch her since her last night with Zack, and she had hardly cared for herself all this time. And here she was on the carpet being fingered by a homeless man.

    Robin kicked out at him, catching his inner thigh and possibly his scrotum and made a break for the front door. He roared in anger, lunging after her and tearing her down onto the coffee table. Her chin caught the corner of it and she shrieked, the rest of her body pressed against the cold glass, pinned under his bony frame.  He was sick of waiting, and his attempt to moisten her was greeted by a kick to the balls. Fuck her.

    He yanked her bottom off of the table and forced her legs apart. He brought his thin prick up to her pussy lips and pressed it into her dry hole. It hurt a little, but her slit was radiating heat that called to him. 

    Robin was crying again and pleading with him to stop before it was too late. Her walls clutched around his head, trying to impede his progress. This only made it hurt more as dry skin stuck to dry skin. She groaned as he forced himself deeper into her forgotten hole. She gripped the table as he settled his full length inside her and he shuddered himself. She was the warmest thing he had ever buried himself in and that alone almost made him explode.

    Then he thought of how she had rejected his help, how she had looked at him in disgust. How people in the park glossed over him and how he had been a shadow for years.  Each thought made his grip on her round hips tighter and each thrust more painful for her.

    Robin was grunting now with every pump, forcing the air out of her as she was rammed into the glass table repeatedly. When his hand reached for a fistful of hair she let out an involuntary moan. He didn't notice as he pulled on her hair for more leverage as he fucked all of his rage into her.

    He thrusted every failure, every frustration into that tight, wettening hole between her legs. Robin couldn't believe herself that she was becoming aroused by his hatefucking. She chided herself for it and yet she became wetter still. 

    His grunts had become guttural and it was over almost too soon. He hadn't been with anyone since his cheating girlfriend had left him for someone from the Navy and Robin had gotten slicker which made her feel so much better. 

    He buried himself up to the hilt one last time and moaned as he spurt his cum deep inside her. He spasmed, emptying his balls into her and he collapsed on her back, spent. 

    He stayed hard inside her for a while longer and she involuntarily flexed herself around him, squeezing some leftover cum out of his shaft. She felt empty despite the warm fluid and the hot prick inside her, and she hated herself for it.

    The man reached over and grabbed her scarf from the sofa. She could smell his sweat mixed with cum and dirt from the years spent outside. She felt a mix of emotion for him in that moment when she saw how thin his chest was. Then the hatred returned as he tied her wrists behind her back with her own scarf. 

    He stood, and tugged her to her feet as well.  He shuffled into the kitchen and opened the fridge, eyeing all of fresh ingredients inside. He started rooting around for something.

    She stood a foot or two behind him, her hands tied tightly resting on her ass. Her mind went into overdrive. What was in this drawer behind her? It was the utensil drawer. As quietly as she could she opened the drawer enough to slip a hand inside.

    Robin froze as he tossed his dirty head back, lips wrapped around the plastic bottle neck, milk dripping onto his beard sloppily. After he resumed his search she dared move again,  her hands desperately searching for the wooden handle of her metal spatula. It wasn't a knife, but it's edges were sharp enough to possibly do the trick.

    She began sawing at the scarf trying to make as little noise as possible. He had found the small pizza box she had gotten for dinner yesterday and he was helping himself to a slice. She felt the scarf tear and she cut herself on the spatula, making her grimace and muffle a noise of pain. The scarf had loosened enough that she was able to slip a hand out and she silently cheered. He was on his second slice, having dropped the crust on the ground to free his own hand.

    She dropped the ruined scarf on the ground soundlessly.  Robin looked through the archway of the kitchen that lead to the front door. If she got a head start she could beat him there.

    She steeled her nerves and broke for the door. The man had seen her looking at the door and had already taken a step towards her just before she dashed off.  She made it around the counter before he slammed into her, their combined motion bashing her head against the corner of the archway.  She reeled back, dazed and fell into him as he dragged her back into the kitchen behind the counter.

    He didn't see she had the spatula still as he forced her back to where they had just been. When her mind finally caught up with her failed flight, she went into fight mode. Robin aimed for his face as she lashed up with the metal spatula.  The strike landed on his cheek, just under his eye and it quickly led to a few droplets of blood.

    The fury in his eyes had returned as he ripped the spatula from her and threw it away. It clattered to the ground just as she began screaming.  He grabbed a dish towel that had a few cups on them, sending the cups spiraling to the ground with fireworks of glass. 

    He shoved her screaming mouth under the faucet after draping and holding the towel over her face.  He turned the cold water on and her screams heightened in pitch. She struggled against him, her nails digging frantically into his arms as her screaming gave way to choking and gasping. 

    Her attempts at fighting had roused his loins quicker than he had thought possible. As the water poured over her covered face he took advantage of her flailing legs and stuck his dick between them. His first thrust missed and renewed her drowning screams as he tried again, the tip of his head riding her taint up to kiss her inflamed lips.

    He lifted the lower half of the towel up and let her gasp for air. Her whole body sucked in as much dry air as she could and it was forced out of her just as quickly as he embedded his cock inside her slit. She screamed again, calling for help and the towel was dropped over her nose again.

    Robin was frantic, she couldn't breathe and whatever air she could separate from the wet cloth was taken from her as he thrust his dirty cock into her.

    He growled into her ear “You can breathe if you stop screaming.” She nodded her head and whimpered, gasping for oxygen. He lifted the cloth again and she cried as her lower back was repeatedly pressed into the lower counter. Robin could barely catch her breath, still feeling like she was trapped under the water.

    His hand was pressed on her throat now, keeping her head inches from the cascading water.  His angered stare stabbed into her frightened expression as he squeezed her throat and he spoke again, his words emphasized with each jerk of his hips.

    “You will not try to run away again. I can be much, much worse.” to further his point, he ignored her empty pleas and dropped the towel again, moving her head under the water again, holding her down by her throat still.

    Robin’s vision flickered as she gagged on the heavy towel, her lungs burning from their continuous struggle to filter air from water.  She barely registered the water being turned off until the towel was removed again.

    The man moved his hands down to her full hips and lifted her up, keeping the trembling woman firmly attached to his pelvis and brought her back to the living room. He dropped her onto the couch, following her down and forcing his prick to slam into her cervix. She cried out without realizing it and she covered her mouth as she looked into his dark expression. She held her hand over her mouth as he pummeled into her cunt. His thrusts were violent and she couldn't stop groaning from the pain. Her head lolled back once to catch a look at the front door again and she cried again. She was so close to freedom and yet so far away.

    The man didn’t last as long this time and he began grunting as he reached climax. He pulled out with all the effort he had left in him and held his cock as it spurted glob after glob  of hot cum onto her soft stomach and her heaving breasts. The thick liquid stretched from the bottom of her areola to under her tit,  making a sticky web.

    He sat back, his own chest heaving from exertion. He looked down at her and she avoided his gaze. She couldn't see his expression begin to conflict with his previous anger, she was looking at her discarded clothes across the room. Robin wished she hadn't gone out that night.

    He stood and stretched, his now limp cock hanging between his legs. He looked down at the quivering, defeated woman before him. Her downcast, distant gaze, her chest still trying to recover from so many stolen breaths of air. She was coated in his spunk and her legs had remained sprawled open from where he had abandoned them. Somewhere deep in his chest he felt a pang of regret.

    He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, “Where is the shower?” he asked, his voice tired. He had poured all of his energy into pounding her and standing was difficult. 

    She stood on weak legs of her own, the will to fight having been fucked out of her. He stopped her arm with a touch just outside the kitchen, where he fetched the discarded scarf. She held her hands behind her back where a few bruises were forming from her earlier water torture. He tied her hands again, with a softer touch but with a tighter knot.

    Robin lead her rapist up her stairs and down the hall to her master bedroom. No one but her had occupied this space for two years and it made her breath hitch as she stepped onto the tiled floor of the bathroom.

    He made her sit on the toilet, lid down, and tied her tattered scarf to the shelves behind the toilet. It kept her arms in an awkward position but it gave him a sense of security in knowing she won’t attempt another escape. 

    He looked at himself in the mirror, and she at him as he did. His beard rested on his collarbone, scraggly and reddish-brown. He pulled a twig from it and dropped it in the sink. He couldn't even run his hand through his hair it was so knotted. Gaunt, bony cheekbones sat under hollow eyes. The cheek that had been cut held the most color on his entire face. A shadow of the man he once was. No wonder she couldn't hold his gaze.

    She lowered her eyes and saw how thin he was. She could count his ribs and his stomach was the size of her own. It made him appear top heavy. She could see the muscles in his arms and shoulders, once strong, now more stringy than bulging. He had a scar that sat on his left hip, looking at it she saw one on his backside as well and she wondered what had happened.

    He moved to the shower, turning the knob all the way up, waiting for the steam to fill the room. The backside of the scar was bigger, and looked like there was a surgical incision as well.  His legs had no fat on them either and her gaze moved up, counting his vertebra till she got to his matted hair again. 

    Robin heard him gasp as the water hit his body.  The heat intensified his smell and she was thankful he was washing himself. He stood in the water, his face turned up in the spray and she almost saw a smile on his face, buried under that red beard. 

    The water ran almost black off of his body, collecting in dark sudds at his feet. She watched as he rubbed flower scented soap into his skin and she felt something stirring between her legs. She squeezed her thighs shut, forbidding the traitorous organ to make decisions for her.

    Under all the grime sat tanned skin, loose from endless years of hunger. He faced her, eyes closed as he fought the jungle on his head with shampoo. His expression had softened in the shower, and she thought about how young he looked then, despite all the hair and the years his life had pack into the creases on his face. She traced some suds down to his chest, it was also hairy and broad, just as his shoulders were. He needed to put some weight back on but she couldn't help but marvel at his lean physique. 

    Her eyes trailed down between his ribs, past the valley of his bony hips and to where his groin sat.  Her mouth dropped and she cast her eyes away, heat burning her cheeks and flaming up again between her legs. She shifted uncomfortably, thoughts staying on the length of his resting cock just below his red pubic hairs. Resting. It was possibly five inches just laying there. She knew, remembered quite vividly, that he was almost double that length. She barely bit back an involuntary moan, which brought him back to reality and he stepped out of the shower, almost a completely different man. He stood there dripping, and moved to her. He leaned over her, bringing the center of her attention swinging inches from her face.  He untied the scarf and she brought her arms around to the front, accidentally brushing his limp cock. It sent a shiver down her spine and his shaft responded with a twitch.

    He backed up, catching the blush on her face before she could hide it behind her dark hair. He gestured to the shower.

    “Uhh thanks..” She said awkwardly. Robin stepped into the shower, which was still warm and steamy. She looked back at him, and she made a face that suggested she wanted privacy which brought forth a chuckle from the man. Giving up, she turned into the water and sighed. She took a scrunchie and pulled her hair up in a sloppy bun, keeping  most of her hair out of the spray.

    She was certain he’d stand there oogling her as she had him just moments ago. Her flushed face felt hotter than the water as it burned with shame and embarrassment. The heat between her legs had only intensified knowing that he was watching her.

    Robin took the soap into her hands and lathered them. She looked down at her chest and she could see his stubborn seed still clinging onto her breasts and stomach.  She started on top of her collarbone and in small circles moved downwards, as if she could wipe away the feeling of his hands on her.

    They stood erect despite their larger C cup size, with dark areolas pointing at the showerhead. Right now both of her nipples ached for attention but she dared not give into her body’s desires. When she made it to her stomach she felt how slick it was from his cum. Her circles rubbed the foreign substance into her skin before it fell from her body in miniature soapy rivers. 

    She lifted each breast up, gently scrubbing underneath each mound, affording herself that touch. She kept her face hidden as her hands moved back down her lithe body. She had a gentle hand reach down between her legs and her fingers moved through her messy bush to her womanhood. It was as if a fire had been awoken inside her.  Her hard nub cried with joy as she stroked it lightly. She parted her lips in a quiet moan, letting the water take away the sound. She felt dirtier and more ashamed as her fingers pulled more of his filth and cum out of herself. 

    He stood there watching her lather herself and now tease her slit, his cock twitching and beginning to rise. He brought a hand down and helped it do just that, feeling his length stiffen as this beautiful woman washed her hole clean of his seed.  She glanced over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes widening in shock and disgust at what he was doing and she hid her face again, blushing furiously. She finished her cleaning and she stood in the water for a moment longer, pushing away shameful thoughts and scolding her body’s primal urges.

    The cock in his hand had a life of its own by that point.  It directed his attention down to her exposed neck and onto her shoulders. They were soft and rounded, connected to her curved back and moving out into a bell shaped, lush bottom. Her form had barely begun to soften in her age, her ass still maintaining its shape perfectly. It made his cock jump forward in his hand and he could barely stop himself from listening to it.

    He entered the shower and stood just behind her, still stroking his cock. He leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck tenderly,  his beard scratching her skin around his lips. She flinched when he brushed his knob against her asscheek, then his knuckles brushed up her crack as he breathed in her scent.

    He continued to kiss and nibble her shoulder and neck, trailing up to her perfect little ear and biting her earlobe.  She barely moved her head away from his exploring teeth, her body fighting her conscience. He let his other hand wander around her soft hips, enjoying her smooth skin under his palm. His hand descended over her tangled mound of pubic hair, searching lower still. His teeth moved to her shoulder as his rough fingers found her hardened nub, flicking and rolling it between his finger tips. He felt her body stiffen against his touch and it made his cock jump again. His hand wasn't enough.  He hooked two fingers in her cunt and spun her to face him.

    His breath on her neck was hotter than the steaming water as he grazed his teeth on it. He removed his hand from himself long enough to find hers and forced it down onto his raging hard-on. When her delicate hand wrapped around it just under the head she opened her eyes and locked onto his. Hers were blurry from renewed tears of guilt and his were lustful and less aggressive than before. 

    His two fingered assault on her clit hadn't let up and as he groaned into her neck he shifted his fingers into her slick hole and had his thumb rubbing her bud. She lifted her head into the water, trying to ignore his efforts and failing miserably. 

    Robin could feel each vein pulse under her fingers as she handled his length. She'd stroke his head with her thumb, feeling every centimeter, memorizing every groove on his prick. When she rubbed his head again he was overcome with a passion that had been awoken in him. He pushed her against the cool tiled wall, his hand cupping her cheek as he brought his face to hers. His lips found her delicate ones and he kissed her deeply. His beard had been softened by both the water and the shampoo, so it tickled her more than scratched. 

    Robin didn't kiss back but she didn't stop the man. All of her focus was fighting the growing tide within her. That wave threatened to crash as he shoved a third finger in her slit, eliciting a moan from her. A hand shot up to his shoulder to push him away, her nails digging into his upper back. He moaned and fingerfucked her harder, his tongue finding hers mid-moan, forcing her to kiss back.

    His thumb rubbed her button roughly making her body quake against his. The heat between her legs was destroying any sane thought in her head. Robin felt herself slipping and felt her mind break as the wave flooded within her.

    She broke the kiss in a heated groan, tossing her head up to release the sound. His lips found her neck again and he bit her soft flesh, making her gasp as she panted heavily, her hand squeezing his cock tighter. He doubled his efforts on her clit and her breath caught, she couldn't stop her body from convulsing into oblivion. She gasped, her voice hitched high as she cried “Ohh Zack!!” in a defeated, whiny tone.

    Seeing her eyes roll in ecstasy sent him off. He groaned and his cock jerked in her hand.  Robin kept stroking him through his orgasm, feeling his hot cum reach up onto her chest in several spurts. He helped her ride out her orgasm and he rested his sweaty head on her shoulder.  Hers came down to his, mentally and emotionally spent, releasing his softening cock from her hand.

    Both of them now shook with quiet sobs, each wracked with emotions too big to comprehend in that moment. The water cascaded down on them, hiding their tears and washing their combined sinful fluids away. His arms fell to her waist while hers rested on his, having nowhere else to fall to. They held one another until the water ran cold.

    He turned the water off and stepped out first. He brought her a towel and she wrapped it around herself. She kept her eyes on the floor as she followed him out to the bedroom and she sat on the bed. Robin was lost within herself as she curled her legs up under her chin. The guilt of what she had just done ate at her core and she despised herself. She cast a glance up at him, this stranger sitting at the foot of her bed who had stirred up so much internal turmoil.

    He held his head in his hands, which were propped up on his knees. He was battling his own demons. He couldn't be soft with her, she’d take advantage the first chance he slipped up. She was his captive and that just there was not what captors do to their captives, or vice versa. And Zack. Who was he in this twisted puzzle, he recalled the phone call earlier as well that had mentioned the name. 

    When he looked over his shoulder at her he didn't see the drunk woman he had followed in the park. He saw a scared woman in her own bed, naked save for a towel and a wedding band.  How had he not seen it before.  She caught his gaze and she hid her ring protectively. 

    She couldn't decide what to do or what to think until a jarring noise made her jump in surprise. The phone rang, probably her friend to brag about the piece she brought home from the bar.  Their eyes locked again and both lunged in different directions. She reached across the bed towards the phone and he sprang from the foot of the bed onto her. He tore her away from the nightstand and threw her onto her back amongst the pillows. He gripped her throat in anger and she whimpered, her hands trying to pry his fingers off of her, feeling bruises forming. He held her until the phone quieted. “Do. Not. Move.” She didn't dare to. He went into the bathroom and returned with two things. The scarf and scissors. He mounted the bed again, straddling her hips. He pulled her wrists up painfully to the headboard and tied them together between the slats. He made sure that the knots held before he got off the bed and walked over to the night stand.  He kept her gaze as he cut the cord, rendering the phone useless. He then left the room and she could hear him on the stairs. She flinched when she heard a smashing sound, and began to tremble once she heard his footsteps returning to the room.

    He paused at the entrance of the room, looking at her figure. In their struggle the towel had fallen to the floor and she laid there, chest fully exposed and her long legs hiding the valley between them. He couldn't believe how close he had come to losing this. This was the weakness he couldn't show. She had immediately jumped at the chance to cry for help. He needed to be in control or he’d lose everything. That thought rocked him- he actually had something to lose here.

    Her heart was hammering in her chest again. How could she have been so stupid, to go for the phone the second it rang. She hadn't been tied! If Robin hadn't let the little voice inside her press the panic button, she may have been rid of this vermin by daybreak. No, he wasn't vermin. He certainly wasn’t anything good though. She scrunched her face, unable to decide on what to call him.

    He stood at the end of the bed, his expression darkening. She looked down and saw his cock was still limp, which she was almost grateful for.  Whatever light she had seen in his eyes earlier had gone out as he crawled up the bed, parting her legs with his body. His hands moved onto her smooth stomach, stretching and plying her skin with his hands. His eyes followed his hands, watching her skin react to his touch.

    He moved up, feeling her ribs under her breasts and he cupped both, squeezing them together. She inhaled sharply as she watched him inspect her breasts. He kneaded her flesh and brought his mouth to one of her nipples, catching it in his teeth. He flicked his tongue on her captured nipple, enjoying the taste of it. He suckled on it as his other hand tightly groped her other breast. He couldn't remember the last pair of breasts he had at his disposal but he knew for certain he’d never forget these. His mouth moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. His hands became rougher and he pinched her tip between his nails and bit the other at the same time, making Robin yelp in pain. She whimpered and begged for him to stop. She swore up and down that she wouldn't go to the police, that she wouldn't tell anyone that he was ever here.

    He finally released her chest and moved off the bed. She saw his knife sitting on her night stand and she kept begging for him to leave. She told him where to find her jewelry and what money she had in the house. He opened a few drawers, listening as she offered her car to him. He returned to the bed and mounted her once more. His cock was at full mast now and it rested it's fat head on her pubic mound. 

    He leaned forward and whispered to her, “Open your mouth.” The terrified woman compiled and he shoved her own lingerie into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag and muffling her pleas. He seemed more satisfied with this and he returned to her chest with a new hunger. 

    He spent several minutes teasing, licking and sucking her tender areolas with his mouth. His beard made her skin feel raw despite the wetness of his saliva on her. Robin groaned into her gag and twisted, trying to end the oral torture.

    The mounds of flesh inside his callused hands felt like puddy and he needed more. He moved up her body, straddling her stomach which tensed under him. He rubbed his head on the underside of her tits before using one hand to hold the twins together and the other to guide his prick to the new hole that sat between them. He pushed his shaft upward slowly, feeling her smooth mounds resist ever so slightly before giving way. He squeezed them tighter around his cock and let out a moan. 

    Robin had her chin resting on her chest from being tied on the bed so she had an unobstructed view of his fat head poking its way through her pale breasts. His head stopped an inch from her face and she could smell his musky manhood without any effort. She felt him pull back, his balls trailing backwards on her stomach. When he pushed forward again he moved quicker, making him grunt with effort and pleasure. She looked up at him, his entire focus on her chest, then she looked away, tears forming again.

    She couldn't recall the last time she had done this with Zack, if she had at all. Maybe she had teased him with it before she went down  on him but she had never had a man completely straddle and fuck her chest like this man was doing now. 

    His thrusts elongated, his head butting a few times into her cheek. The first time she had made the mistake of looking back at him and consequently having her lower lip smashed by his prick. She could feel his precum on her lips. It was salty and she diverted her eyes, groaning weakly in disgust.

    He reached up and turned her head back towards her chest, bringing his cock up to her lips again with each thrust. These were erratic, hitting her lower lip, her upper one, chin, cheek, and sometimes falling in the middle jabbing fabric. He was clearly wanting more of her mouth but he didn't want to give up the feeling between her breasts. 

    She was held tightly by her hair and her chest was bruising from how he held the two together as he fucked her mounds. At one point he lost his grip on her breasts and had held onto both her nipples, yanking them tightly to maintain some hold. She shrieked into her bind and writhed under him fruitlessly. 

    He finally let go of her hair to tighten his grip on her tits, his brow sweating. A groan was building up inside him and he mauled her chest as he jutted his prick between them with all of his might. He unleashed the groan as well as his seed, his cock coating her chin, cheek and gagged mouth with the white liquid. He shook atop her as his balls emptied for the fourth time that day and he leaned on her violated chest as he panted like a dog.

    He sat back on her thighs and looked down at her; she still did not look at him. He sighed, completely spent, and barely caught himself as he fell down atop of her, his head coming to rest on her two abused pillows.  He was quiet for a moment, then gave a loud snore.

    She had remained frozen until that snore,  allowing herself to breath. Robin couldn't believe that her rapist’s cum dripped down her chin as he slept like a baby on her chest.  She felt revolted and she looked up to her restraints, the damn scarf. She tried pulling it this way or that, but any strenuous effort led to the man shifting his position on her, his face now looking up at hers.  She couldn't risk waking him up and she couldn't just lay here. She groaned in frustration as she stared down at her captor sleeping on her bosom. 

    How could this monster look so innocent? In his deep sleep, the lines on his bony face had softened. His beard and matted hair having been cleaned after god knows how long looked softer and less tangled. She shook her head and looked away. Why did she care? Ah, yes, she cared so she could describe him to the authorities once she got out. Robin resumed studying his features until her eyes grew heavy and she began to drift off herself.

    She had only been asleep for an hour, her body seriously needing the recovery time when she was startled awake. The silence of the night had been broken by a frantic voice, and at first she thought she was being rescued, but then she felt breath on an exposed nipple. She tried to quiet her hammering chest.

    “Sergeant Brian Doyle, 101st division,  #12874690” the man muttered in his sleep, his face contorted in an expression of fear or disgust, Robin couldn't tell. She held her breath, listening.  “Let us go. We know nothing..” He drifted off again into quietness for a while. When Robin felt that he’d gone to sleep, she lifted her head to look at the scarf again. She tried seeing how it was knotted but the bed slat was in the way. As she fiddled with it, he moved again,  making her jump and yelp.

    “Sergeant Brian Doyle, 101st division, #12874690!” the sleeping man yelled, making her eyes go wide with fear. She was hoping he wouldn't grow violent while he was unconscious.

    After the outburst was over, Robin resigned herself to her position. She didn't want to upset him and make the situation worse than it already was. He obviously had had something traumatic happen in his past. And he was a part of the army. She felt a pang in her chest and a lump form in her throat. Robin wept quietly as she thought of Zack.

    Every so often Brian repeated his rank and ID in varied senses of urgency. The sporadicness of his mutterings and her own tortured thoughts prevented Robin from resting for longer than ten minutes at a time.  By the time the first rays of light made their way through the curtains of her room, she was utterly exhausted.

    He began to stir well after ten am. His stomach was rumbling, as was hers. Brian had been quiet the past few hours, letting Robin get an hour of desperately needed sleep. His eyes opened, his vision obstructed by her beautiful and lightly bruised breast. It took a few moments for his brain to register where he was.

    Brian lifted his head and looked at the sleeping woman he was still on top of. She had some soft lace cloth sticking out of her mouth and dried cum on her cheek and chin, leaving a trail down her neck. Everything then came flooding back to him. He had broken into this woman's house-Robin- and raped her repeatedly. He was sleeping on her in her bed. There was a mild panic that began to rise up within him with what he had done and he realized that he had enjoyed it. Through all the rage and hate, he was happy to have done what he did. He had had a warm place to sleep that night and a warm hole for him to bury himself into.

    He lifted himself up, looking at the cum stained woman. He couldn't know how long this would last, a situation so precarious that if moved too quickly or in the wrong way would shatter into a million pieces around him. Brian shifted off of the sleeping woman and stood, stretching back in a grand gesture. Within these walls, he felt safe. He went over to the bathroom and turned on the water. Clean water. He let the liquid rush over his hands and splashed some on his face. Oh to feel human again.

    He heard movement on the bed and a small groan as he shut the water off. He relieved himself, incredibly satisfied by pissing in a toilet and not behind a dumpster. Brian picked up his dirty shirt and torn boxers, adorning both before stepping out to the bedroom.  

    Robin had tried shifting her position and failing due to her restraint. Her eyes fluttered open, her mouth still parted from her underwear staying in her mouth all night. Brian moved over to her and teased the gag out of her mouth, dropping the wet ball of lace onto the floor. 

    Robin looked up at him and groaned. It hadn't just  been a nightmare. There he was, and there was the intense ache in her arms. She was quiet as he studied her body. Her hips had become discolored from when he punished her on the counter last night for trying to run. She had light bruises on her breasts as well, along with a small cut he had made when he had first gotten here. She was a work of art, a finely aged wine.

    She cleared her dry throat, which hurt. His eyes came back up to hers, and she was looking at him, unsure of what he was going to do. When he didn't move, she mustered the courage to speak. 

    “Can I go to the bathroom and get some water?” the last word came out like a hoarse whisper. She could feel her lips were chapped too from being stuck open all night. A bigger priority for her was wiping off his dirty cum though.

    Brian shrugged and got onto the bed, he reached over her to untie the scarf. Robin’s eyes rested on his hairy, bony chest while he did. She could hear his stomach rumble and she felt the smallest ounce of pity for him.

    He backed off the bed, holding the scarf in his hand. She rubbed blood back into both her arms, each limb stinging with pins and needles. She scooted herself to the edge of the bed and rested her feet on the floor. She looked up at him and Brian took a step back, giving her a clear line to the bathroom but standing between her and the hallway. 

    She stood, waiting for him to restrain her. When he didn't move, she walked to the bathroom, her legs stiff and unsure of themselves. She first went to the sink and cupped her hands under the water. She splashed her face a few times before sipping some to quench her thirst. It had the slightest flavor of his cum and it made her queasy. When she turned the faucet off, she saw out of the corner of her eye his frame in the doorway. He was watching her.

    She cleared her throat and gestured for him to turn around, and he countered with a gesture for her to continue.  Her cheeks flared up as she sat on the cold seat. Robin could barely find the courage to relieve herself while his eyes rested on her. Eventually he looked away, down at the tile floor. 

    He waited until she was done and had flushed before he looked up again. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a forced chuckle as he justifies his presence, “I just really would rather you not come after me with a plunger.. you understand, right?” he knew she wouldn't find that funny and he cleared his throat, feeling weird.

    He tied her hands behind her bare back and together they went downstairs to the kitchen. Brian had her stand by the fridge as he went through each drawer and the countertops. He found every sharp item, knives, forks, anything with a point or a sharp edge and brought them to the dining room. The assortment of metal clinked as it collected in a pile on the wooden table. Satisfied, he returned to the kitchen and to Robin, who he untied. She rubbed her wrists and looked at her captor with a puzzled expression. 

    He opened the fridge and pulled out the orange juice, setting it on the counter. He looked in the cabinets and pulled out two glasses. He poured half a cup of juice in both and handed one to her. 

    Robin acceptes the glass and drank some, even more perplexed now. He went around the counter and sat on the bar stool. He put the glass down and looked at the yellow liquid before he asked, “Umm, would you mind making us breakfast? Please?”

    It was the please that nearly knocked her down. What was a rapist doing with common courtesy? She eyed him suspiciously as she brought a pan out from a lower cabinet, searching for something. What that was, she didn't know.

    She went to the fridge and took out bacon and eggs and some fresh fruit. Robin found a small bowl and placed some blueberries and blackberries into it, the put the bowl in front of Brian.

    He picked a berry up and admired its form as she opened the packet of bacon and started frying some. He popped it into his mouth and closed his eyes, savoring the tart, juicy flavor of the blackberry. 

    They sat in silence save for the cackling of bacon. After enjoying a few more berries, Brian’s blissful moment was interrupted by a question.

    “So.. Brian.. what's going on here? What is your plan for.. me? You've had your way with me… and if I feed you, will you leave?”  Robin realized she may have bitten off more than she could chew with that and she waited anxiously for him to reply.

    Brian stopped chewing and looked at her. How did she know his name? He could see that his reaction scared her, because Robin looked away quickly and smacked her hand on the pan handle by mistake.

    She shrieked as the bacon grease splattered everywhere, some scalding her side and hip. She shied away, trying to shield her naked body from the fiery liquid. Brian had sprang to his feet and came around the counter to her, lifting her arm and checking the burn. Her skin was already turning an angry, flared pink from the oil. 

    He looked around for a moment, then disappeared from her view. He returned half a minute later with a torn leaf from an aloe plant that Robin kept in the window. He peeled the leaf open to expose the sticky goop inside and gingerly he scooped it up and rubbed it onto her burns. Robin hissed from the immediate sting from the touch but she could already feel the plant soothing her irritated skin.

    When he was satisfied with covering all of the burns he stood to his full height. She looked up to him, still with wide fearful eyes and he down to her. His expression had only softened a touch. He took a step closer, lifting her chin up higher and backing her into the fridge.

    He leaned down, bringing his lips to hers and pressing deeply. His tongue parted her lips and forced it's way inside, exploring hers. He still held her chin between his calloused fingers and as he felt her lips respond in the softest way possible, his hand moved up to cup her cheek. She didn't let her tongue explore the same way his did but he had felt her press back, ever so slightly and it made him sink deeper into the kiss, searching and wanting more. 

    When he finally pulled his head back, both of them were somewhat out of breath. He gazed into her eyes, breathing into the mere inches of space between them, “I’m not leaving any time soon, Robin.” 

    She had felt the bulge in his boxers before he had turned away and she shivered. What just happened? Her hand touched the goop on her side, trying to process her very conflicted emotions. 

    He picked up the pan and saved what bacon he could before returning to his spot behind the counter. Robin took a towel and cleaned the floor of excess grease before resuming her task.

    When she placed another piece of bacon in the pan, some grease spurted up in protest and she stepped back with a yelp. She looked at Brian again, asking “Is it okay if I go get something to wear? I’d really rather not get burned again..”

    He looked at her, admiring her body again. He had liked watching her breasts jiggle as she moved. Then he looked at her burn and decided that seeing them burned by grease was less desirable than watching them bounce. He already had to be careful around her hip. He didn't want any other part of her off limits. 

    Brian tugged his brown shirt off of his body and held it out to her. Robin couldn't stop her nose from wrinkling in disgust but she was in no position to protest.

    She felt the crusted grime as soon as her delicate fingers came into contact with the cloth. Robin slid the shirt up over her head and it billowed out for a moment before coming to rest on her slim shoulders. 

    His shirt had to accommodate her voluptuous breasts, barely leaving enough to cover her other assets. The torn hem of the shirt rested halfway across her asscheeks.

    Feeling sickened and embarrassed but better protected, Robin returned to conquer breakfast. Every time she moved the shirt released a thousand scents, the most overbearing being his.

    Watching her move in his shirt turned him on more and he sat there stroking his semi, thinking about the next time he’d take the older woman. 

    Brian was pulled from his dirty thoughts as his body knew nourishment was needed before another rut. Robin had placed a heaping plate of bacon and eggs before him.

    “Do you need more OJ?” She asked, placing her own plate next to him. He nodded as his teeth sank into the soft, hot egg and he nearly came from the burst of flavor in his mouth. She topped off both of their glasses and she sat next to her rapist.

    She could see the semi in his boxers and she froze, spoon in hand. She knew what that meant and she wasn't prepared for that. She wasn't able to stop it either.

    She swallowed some egg, and what was left of her pride, “Thank you for not leaving me tied up.” She truly did appreciate that. Having been tied awkwardly all night had left quite a kink in her neck that still hadn't gone away.

    His mouth was full of bacon as he answered “Mhmm" and swallowed down a gulp of juice with the fresh meat. “I think you understand why I couldn't untie you last night, but right now I think you have a better understanding of our situation here..”

   

    She nodded, unhappily but understanding. She had had plenty of thoughts of running to the police, having memorized his face and features. Not to mention his army rank and ID number. She paused, cup pressed to her lips.

    “What did you do before you were homeless, Brian?” 

    He was caught off guard. Brian chewed another piece of bacon before he replied, “I was in the army since I graduated high school. I went on two tours before.. before they let me go.” he resumed chewing, leaving it at that.

    Robin looked over her shoulder to the dining room, where on the hutch sat a picture of her husband and the memorial flag folded in a triangle in a glass case. 

    “My husband was a captain in the army. He had been for 10 years or so,” she grew quiet, her heart aching, “he passed away two years ago overseas. A roadside bomb killed his entire squad.”

    This revelation rubbed Brian the wrong way and he set the last piece of food down. He stared down at the crumbs on his plate,  lost deep in his troubled past.

    Robin sensed the change and began to worry. He spoke after a tense pause, his voice dark, “How did you learn my name, Robin?” any softness he had shown earlier was replaced by a cold, unforgiving edge that made her shrink back from him. He lashed out like a viper, gripping her wrist painfully enough to make her whimper. 

    “Y-you were speaking in your sleep l-last night..” She answered, fear making her voice small.

    He twisted her wrist and stood behind her chair, keeping her arm right against the back of her body.

    “Do you realize I can't simply leave now when I'm done with you?” he growled into her ear. She felt tiny and she whimpered again, trying to find a way to soothe his heightened rage.

    “N-no it doesn't mean that at all. I don't know anything else, just your first name.  I swear that's all you said!” he twisted her arm more,  forcing her to lean over the counter and he snapped at her.

    “It isn’t and I know it! There's only one reason why I would say my own name in my sleep. You fucking liar!” he pressed her head down onto the cold counter with his other hand, squeezing the back of her neck. When she made a small gasp of pain he let go of both her neck and wrist, turned and slammed his fist into the wall.

    He was blaming her for his own weakness and it ticked him off even more. He turned back, grabbing a fistful of hair and dragged her off of the barstool and onto the floor. Her knee caught in his shirt and she stumbled, trying to keep up.

    Brian went over to the bay window where he had retrieved the aloe plant and swept that and several other small plants onto the floor, shattering their pots. She had her hands on his, trying to ease the stress on her hair as he pressed her up against the glass in the window, her frightened breath fogging it up.

    He stepped out of his boxers as she was pinned to the glass and he growled again as he forced her legs apart with a knee. 

    “Take a look at how close you are to freedom, Robin. Look and realize how fucked you are.” 

    On the last few words he drove his prick into her dry slit up to the hilt. She shrieked and her body jerked away from the violent intrusion, but she had nowhere to move to.

    He fucked her hard and fast, forcing tears out of her with each painful thrust. Brian punished her pussy again for every failure in his life. He had this beautiful woman and a roof over his head and he couldn't keep things together for a single night.

    He had given her all the information she needed to put him away for a long, long time and he liked having her pink slit to keep his cock warm.

    His thrusts slowed but deepened as her natural lubricant made her hole slick for him.  She was still whimpering and gasping as he forced his head into her cervix, pushing against the wall that refused to budge.

    He took one hand off of the window and brought it to her chin, twisting her head back as far as it would turn to face him and he assaulted her mouth again with his own.

    He bit her lip before forcing her to suck on his tongue as his fat head kept knocking on her womb’s door. His hand on her hair let go as well and he used it to grip her firm ass, mauling one cheek as his kiss forced her to bend awkwardly to please him.

    His thumb brushed between her cheeks and he felt her entire body stiffen. He kept it on her cheek and squeezed it tighter. He slowed his thrusts even further until he felt her begin to relax against him again.  He felt that small return of a kiss that she had given him before as he worked his tongue inside her. 

    He moaned and started to quicken his pace, still angered by his loss of control of the situation. Her slick cunt was tight around him and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She wasn't meant to be enjoying this. 

    He pushed into her harder, his teeth finding her shoulder and biting down hard. She yelped and cried out in pain as he did. His hand that had been on her ass wrapped around her free shoulder to piston his cock into her with more force.

    She was grunting now with each body slam into the window, she barely processed that they may break through and fall into the yard but the fear of him splitting her open with his cock was the more pressing threat.

    His breath grew labored as he gnawed at her shoulder, intending to leave quite the mark. Just as his pleasure was at its peak he slammed into her once more, his tip pressed to her cervix and he began to pump his seed into her womb.

    The last thrust had sent Robin over the edge too and her body quaked between the window and his heated body. She couldn't stop her orgasm from milking his prick with each contraction of her pink organ and she moaned, hating herself as her body betrayed her and pulled his cum deeper inside her.

    They both barely stayed standing their orgasms were so powerful. They sat on the windowsill, panting and trying to regain their breath. Her shoulder burned like fire while his softening cock kept her plugged tight.

    When he let her go she dismounted him and stood shakily next to him. Brian took a bit longer to stand up and when he did he didn't look as angry. Robin could begin to feel his cum dripping out of her slit and she felt ashamed knowing some of that was her own cream.

    He went into the dining room and she followed a step behind. While he inspected her husband’s photograph she eyed the sharp tools on the table, mere feet from where they stood.

    She played the words over in her head again and her finger twitched, he couldn't simply leave when he was done. So he intended to kill her. He had proven several times that despite his weakened state he was still stronger and faster than her. But would a weapon change that? She eyed one of the long thin knives that balanced on the top of the pile of metal. That would even things out.. but how could she grab it?

    “Your husband died with honor, for his country and for you." 

    His thoughtful statement threw Robin for a loop. She looked at the red haired man as he saluted Zack’s picture before turning to take Robin’s arm and gently pull her to the couch.

    Her clothes, torn and discarded from the night before, lay in a messy heap on the floor. Brian flopped onto the couch, emotionally drained and picked up the remote. Robin stood still, waiting for him to tell her what to do. When he didn't, she bent over and picked up her clothes and his coat and jeans, making a neater pile and placing it on the arm of the chair and she sat in it. She looked down at the coffee table, knowing that she would have to get rid of it in order to reclaim her life once he left her for good.  All she could think about and feel was the first time he raped her when she looked at the clear glass.  She hated it.

    She hated his filthy shirt on her and his cum that was surely staining her chair. She hated him for making her a prisoner in her own home, and hated him even more for keeping her as such, with no end in sight.  She hated herself even more though, and she knew she couldn't keep piling blame on him. She had climaxed herself, more than once, while he raped and assaulted her. She had given in to his kisses too, more than once. She needed to get rid of him but she had to bide her time, which made her hatred grow. Robin had to figure out how to make herself an opportunity.

    While she was preoccupied with self-loathing, Brian flicked through the channels on the tv. He stopped on the news which was reporting on the weather. Spring was giving way to summer, and there were only a few more chilly days till nature turned up the thermostat. He flicked through, his hand resting under his chin as he leaned on the arm of the couch.

    The history channel was next and as it so happened it was a documentary on the war that had begun at the turn of the century. Robin glanced at Brian in time to watch his jaw harden and she became worried he’d get angry again. Self preservation took over and the older woman moved over to the couch and sat next to him, a tentative hand on his thin arm just above his clenched fists.

    His muscles were tense under her fingers and she stroked his arm, thinking of what to say to defuse the situation. He had some serious baggage about his time overseas, she needed to figure out how to get him past it for her own sake. 

    “Brian.. what happened? You can tell me.” She squeezed his arm reassuringly, afraid that it would blow up in her face.

    He didn't speak, but he looked down at her hand on him. She took this as a sign and continued, “Whatever it is that happened,  Brian, you probably didn't have any control over it. I-I know that probably makes you angry and upset, but.. the longer you hold onto that rage you keep that wound open. It.. it can't heal that way.” She looked at him, her eyes soft, “You can't heal that way.”

    He stared ahead, a dark look on his face, and spoke quietly. “We were on a recon mission.. and we got captured. A lot of it was my fault, so what happened.. that's my burden to bear. I can't let it go.”

    She moved closer to him and kept a constant pressure on his arm, rubbing his fist, trying to relax his hand.  She had him talking but she didn't know how long it would last.

    “You need to calm down, Brian. What's past is past, and you can’t change it. What you can change is your future, you can control that.”

    She felt him relax a little bit under her touch and she smiled, taking his hand in hers and helping untangle his fist.    “You can control your future,” she repeated, and she believed it, even knowing that him controlling his future meant him controlling her. In this moment though, tomorrow didn't matter, she needed him in a better state of mind.

    He finally let his hand relax in hers. She looked down at his scarred hand for a moment.

    “Come here,” she said, tugging him to his feet. Brian expressed confusion but obeyed, following her lead back up to the master bedroom.

    She went to move in the closet but as soon as her hand touched the knob he tightened his grip defensively on her. She turned to him and tried to reassure him, “It’s okay, trust me.”

    He let her go and she went inside to find a box. She came back out and put it on the bed. While she opened it, he came over and stood next to her.

    Inside were pristine white shirts, ironed and folded with care. Under the white shirts were several pairs of boxers and two pairs of shorts, all packaged the same way.

    She looked at them sadly for a moment before taking one of each out. “These were Zack's. They may be a little big on you, but it could be a start to a new future for yourself.”

    She stepped back as he touched the soft cloth, examining it with his eyes. He took his time with each piece, dressing himself and transforming from a monster to an almost respectable man, despite the heavy scruff on his face and head.

    He marveled at the feeling of fresh clothes, completely lost in his own world. She felt like she had almost traded places with him. He was clean and dressed while she was still mostly naked under his filthy shirt and with dry cum painting the inside of her thighs.

    Seeing him giving Zack’s clothes new life made her want to cry. Sure, the shirt hung on his lean frame, but the men were practically the same size and build.

    When he finally looked at her, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time.

    “No one has ever done this for me..” He confessed. It was hard for him to swallow his blind anger towards what she represented and see her as an actual person, who had tears in her eyes seeing him standing there.

    He closed the distance between them in a few short strides and he scooped her up from under her soft thighs. Her hands gripped his shoulders to prevent herself from toppling over but his forward motion didn't stop until he had her pinned tightly against the wall.

    His mouth was on hers, absorbing her gasp and filling her mouth with his tongue. He shifted her weight to one side only long enough to drop his new shorts, which had hung loosely on his bony hips. His hand went back under her leg as his freed cock found its way to her opened oyster and he embedded himself into her.

    He was fully inside her before Robin really realized what was happening. Her tears had fallen down her cheeks and had gotten lost in his bushy beard as their lips locked. She brought her arms around his neck and she groaned into the kiss.

    He pulled out and pushed himself back into her cunt slowly, feeling every ridge inside her. His gentle fuck sent a chill up her spine and had her body responding in a whole new way. Her legs wrapped around his body and she could feel how wet she was. Robin started to kiss back even as he pulsed his cock in and out of her.

    It was her tongue that surprised him the most. She timidly responded to his in her own mouth at first, but when she found her way into his it turned him on even more. He let her lead with her mouth while he kept their hips together, keeping his prick buried deep inside her, his head kissing the entrance to her womb.

    He let her weight rest on one raised knee as his hand moved up under his filthy shirt to find her supple breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a small moan from the older woman. Brian kept at her nipple until she started to gyrate her full hips on his shaft of her own accord.

    Brian left her nipple and returned to her thigh, taking her away from the wall and sitting himself on the bed with her in his lap.

    She battled his tongue for dominance and Robin found herself pushing his chest down towards the bed- and him complying. She was the one who broke the kiss to sit up straight and to sink down fully onto his full length.

    Brian watched, his hands holding her upper legs as she moved herself in the way that pleasured her the most. She found her g-spot with his head and she rubbed her pussy on him, moaning and closing her eyes.

    He reached up again under her shirt with both hands and he found both erect nipples, pinching and rolling them both. He’d never tire of playing with her soft yet firm tits and he extended his fingers fully to squeeze both of them, though not as tightly as he had in the past.

    Her lips parted in the shape of an O, her pelvis grinding into his. He groaned, not imagining how much an effect a somewhat willing partner would have on him, even if she wasn't thinking of him in this moment. Brian sat up, thrusting his hips up into her to match her movement and forcing another delicious moan from her beautiful body.

    He took her shirt off of her and she helped toss it away, her full breasts now the only things in his sight. He latched onto her large areola and sucked on her tit, making her cry out in pleasure.

    Robin had been in her own fantasy after seeing Brian in Zack’s clothing. For a while, with her eyes closed, it was Zack who was gently making love to her against the wall and on their marital bed. But when she opened her eyes to look down at the man sucking on her breast, she didn't see her husband’s black hair. She saw the red tangled jungle that belonged to Brian, her rapist and captor.

    Her body refused to acknowledge that fact though, and her hand met the back of his head and held his mouth onto her tit. She felt her skin tighten under his lips and she knew he’d be marking her for a second time today.

    He thrusted up into her quicker as he switched breasts, sucking and licking rapidly to make up for lost time. His hands were down on her ass, plying her age softened cheeks with his rough hands. He spread them and squeezed with each thrust and he groaned into her soft flesh. He wasn't lasting much longer.

    She moaned again, her head hanging back and her hair draping against his groping hands on her bare ass. She brought her hands to his shoulders as she gyrated faster and cried “I’m going to explode!”

    When Brian felt that she was about to tip over the edge he bit and pinched each nipple and she screamed. Her body jerked atop of his, stretching her trapped nipples from her chest as she climaxed. He was two thrusts behind her, his orgasm being more powerful than any other but barely scratching the surface to hers.

    He felt his groin become coated with Robin’s cream as he spurt his seed high up into her canal, sure that it would be washed out by her waterfall.

    She remained in his lap, panting heavily and still too deep in an orgasmic fog to realize what she had done. He had released her tender nipples and leaned back on his hands to catch his own breath.

    Brian marveled at the woman who sat on his lap, his prick still inside her. She had a hickey on her right breast forming before his eyes, his teeth marks on her shoulder, and an angry pink splotch from where the bacon grease had gotten her.

    “I’m sorry about your shoulder.” He said absentmindedly.  She looked down at her shoulder, then at him and finally where their hips connected. Her dark patch of hair was tangled with his red one and she could feel his shaft softening inside her.

    She blinked, slowly realizing what she had just participated in- and had fully enjoyed.

    Robin avoided his eyes, and asked meekly, “May I shower please?” She could still feel his shirt on her and she had two loads of cum somewhere in her cunt that she’d like to dispose of. He nodded, clearly spent, and waved at the door.

    Only when Robin had stepped into the warm shower had it dawned on her that that was the perfect moment to run. Her opportunity vanished like water down the drain. Knowing her luck, being wet she would slip on the stairs, fall and snap her neck. That wouldn't do anyone any good, now would it?

    She began to cry in the shower and she started her cycle of self hate all over again, this time adding a laundry load of sinful things she had just committed with her rapist. Was what just happened rape though? Surely she was under duress.. right? Robin couldn't convince herself either way as she cleaned her legs.

    A noise made her start and she looked out of the foggy glass to see Brian standing at the mirror. He had the pair of scissors he had found last night. He hadn't looked at her, giving her her first bit of privacy as he examined his scraggly face.

    He brought the blade up to his beard and he slowly trimmed away stray red hairs and cut away knotted ones. He didn't take away much in length, his goal was to tame his beard and when he felt successful at that, he returned to the bedroom and found the shorts by the wall.

    Robin washed the rest of her body free of soap, taking extra care around her wounds. Each one left her more conflicted than the last and when she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a soft towel she sighed heavily. She had to remind herself of her situation, that he was her captor and that she needed to escape.

    When she emerged from the bathroom, he was standing at the foot of the bed. On it was one of her simple dresses and Brian stood awkwardly by the foot of the bed. There was something green in his hand, and she recognized another aloe leaf. He offered up the leaf and she came over, taking her towel off.

    He split the leaf as he had before, collected the goop and coated both her hip and shoulder. He glanced at the hickey on her chest and felt that that could heal on its own. Brian moved away and let her dress herself.

    The dress wasn't anything special. It was a soft red with little white circles on the bottom half of it. The top of it cut across her chest nicely, giving a good amount of cleavage.

    She turned towards him, the skirt twirling around her ankles. He resisted the urge to whistle, opting to smile instead. He thought her dark hair looked lovely against the red dress.

    The sun had been descending for some time now, only having an hours left of daylight left. Brian led her out to the backyard. He sat on the step, overlooking the pool. She sat down next to him, her thoughts running wild as the fresh air hit her skin. She strained to listen for a neighbor or someone who could hear her if she screamed

    When Brian looked over at her, he saw the turmoil within her and he stood before her, his hand coming to rest on her delicate throat. He squeezed lightly,  then with a little more force so that she’d look up at him.

    “Understand this, Robin, that I have nothing to lose. If you scream, I will use every last moment of freedom that I have to make you regret ever uttering a peep. Is that clear?”

    He kept his hand on her throat and he couldn't resist kissing her frightened face. His trimmed beard tickled her as she stayed stock still. He let her go and walked a few feet away, admiring the backyard. The pool was in-ground and there was a seating area with a stone fire pit in the center.

    He decided he wanted to go sit there and it only took a look over his shoulder at her to get Robin to follow. When they both sat, they were on the same loveseat facing the covered pool.

    “When do you typically open the pool?” he asked. She was shocked he had dropped the threatening edge in his voice so quickly.

    “Umm.. probably next month, sometimes earlier if the weather gets nicer sooner.”

    She couldn't believe she was having a casual conversation with him in her backyard the evening after he had fucked his way into her life. She looked around, hating herself for keeping a neat yard. There wasn't anything she could use as a weapon or something that could slow him down enough for her to make a dash for the gate. She chided herself for giving up jogging when Zack had passed. She could have outrun him then. Then again..

    She knew she shouldn't have given him a sideways glance before she bolted off of the loveseat. That had tipped him off and she had only made two yards from the seat before she heard him thunder after her. Her heart was in her throat, blocking any chance for her to scream as she felt his hand catch some of her hair and then the back of her dress. In a violent turn he was able to upset her enough to throw her backwards. She rolled once, onto her stomach just as he landed on top of her.

    “I don't think you understood clearly, little bird,” he growled through gritted teeth, “I have nothing to lose. You’re the first person I've had in years worth fighting for, and I am going to do everything I can to keep you”, on the last word his voice cracked.

    Her ears twitched, unsure of the ending tone his words took. Was he hurt? She was too frightened to move, his weight keeping her in place as she mentally prepared to be assaulted again. She was wondering if she should be screaming when he gripped her upper arm and dragged her to her feet.

    Brian avoided her gaze as he marched her into the house. He looked down at her red dress and saw splotches of dirt and noted that her knees were scraped up a little.

    They made a detour into the kitchen, where he collected her torn scarf and he led her upstairs to her room.

    “Get on the bed" he commanded as he finally let go of her arm. Robin looked at him warily as she did, placing herself at the center of the messy bed.

    He climbed up next to her and had her put her hands at the base of her back. He tied them tightly together and then looped it through the slat of the headboard, making certain she couldn't untie it on her own. Before he got off the bed he placed a pillow behind her.

    When he stood at the side of the bed and looked at her again, Robin’s face turned red with a mix of shame and anger. His gaze was sullen and distant, uncomfortable enough that Robin let hers fall to the bed. It had been simpler to deal with him when all he wanted was to blow his load in her.

    Brian turned away without so much as a word and headed downstairs. Robin was left confused and conflicted. She groaned and dropped her head back, staring at the ceiling. She tried to listen to what he was doing downstairs and she could make out the noise of a broom sweeping.

    What the fuck was going on? Why had he left her there and  why did this sting her worse than when he was taking her? Brian did a lot of things that didn't make sense, that didn't click with a typical rapist. Not that she knew any rapist intimately. She scoffed at that thought as she was deeply in the midst of getting to know one now.

    She heard what sounded like a pan on metal, some colorful language and then sizzling. She could smell something burning and she began to hope this homeless man didn't burn down her house with her tied up inside it.

    When Brian had slunk downstairs after securing Robin in the bedroom he was incredibly moody. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to him as to why her attempted escape  had hurt him, but it sure a hell did. Maybe he was starting to like the older woman and she had shown how worthless he actually was to her.

    He stopped at the bay window, where he had taken her after breakfast that morning. His eyes followed the trails of soil and broken pottery he had left in his enraged wake. Maybe she was right. He was a monster who had forced his way in and taken what he wanted when he wanted i

    Brian located a broom and dustpan in the pantry and he went about cleaning up the shards of the broken pots, the dirt and the now limp plants. He found a bowl, what soil he could into it and he replanted the aloe vera plant and a few others. The display was pitiful and messy and it barely improved his mood.

    Replacing the broom, he went to the fridge. Each time he opened it he couldn't stop himself from being in awe of all the fresh food. It made his stomach rumble mightily. He grabbed some white American cheese, a loaf of bread and some butter. He went back to the pantry and he was right- he had seen a can of tomato soup.

    Nothing ever made him feel better than eating some warm, gooey cheese and tomato soup. He found a pot and threw the red liquid in, adding some milk to thicken it and then turned his attention to melting butter in the pan. He found the controls to the gas stove initially difficult but he had managed to light both burners.

    Brian assembled the cheese sandwiches and  began to cook them as he looked out the window to the backyard. What had he meant when he asked about the pool, before she had run away? Did he honestly think that he could stay here a whole month, living with this poor woman and spending time in the pool? The fantasy stung almost as much as that sideways glance she had given him.  No, Brian only had a day or two at most before he’d be shackled and thrown into the back of a police car.

    “Oh fucking shit!!” he cursed, turning the sandwiches over to see the blackened bread. He smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. He couldn't even fucking make lunch without screwing something up.

    When she heard his heavy steps on the stairs, Robin cowered backwards onto the bed. She had faced his anger before, yes, but it still frightened her terribly. She made contact with the pillow he had placed earlier, confusing her.. and then through the smell of burnt food she smelt the tomato soup.

    He appeared with a plate and an oversized mug which had steam coming off of it. Robin was speechless as he came over to the night stand and put both dishes down. He leaned over and freed one of her hands from the scarf and he sat on the bed in front of her. He put the plate down between them but held the hot cup of soup in his hand.

    She looked down at his offering. There were four badly burnt grilled cheese sandwiches, all roughly cut into four pieces. He didn't look up at her as he took one piece of black bread and dipped it into the red soup and munched on it.

    Robin followed suit, taking her first bite and trying not to grimace at how crunchy it was. They ate in silence, she cast a few glances his way but he kept his focus on either the soup or the bed.

    There were only crumbs on the plate and a few drops of soup left when Brian finally moved. Surely with food in his system he’d have his way with her now but to Robin's surprise he departed from the room silently after fixing her hand behind her back again.

    She sighed and continued to stare at the ceiling, there wasn't much else she could do. Had it really only been a single day they had been together and his emotions were bothering her? What kind of messed up logic was that? The food wasn't that great but he had put the effort in to make sure she was fed. She remembered that kidnappers had to feed their captives anyway to ensure that they lived but what he had done was make comfort food. She rolled her eyes, she was thinking into it too much.

    After discarding the dishes into the sink, Brian went outside the front door he had walked through not too long ago. He stood on the porch, looking at the world that had turned a cold shoulder to him years ago. He looked down at the sidewalk and saw the Saturday newspaper sitting on the pavement. He walked over to it, grabbed it and decided to gather the mail as well. He didn't know how long this would realistically last but he didn't want to lose everything because of a little buildup of mail.

    When he stepped out the front gate to collect the mail, one of Robin’s neighbors was out washing his car in the street. He looked at Brian, puzzled and a bit skeptically.

    Brian had seen him first and he had already relaxed his demeanour as he waved at the neighbor and reached for the mailbox. He had hoped that his clean attire and barefootedness put the man at ease, but then he remembered the awful hair on his head and the dirt on his knees.

    When he had collected the mail and closed the box he was about to retreat into the safety of the house when the neighbor put down the hose and walked over. He had a smile on his face but his eyes showed he wasn't too certain about what was going on with this strange man in Robin’s house.

    Brian tried to smile back and made no effort to move to greet the man, feeling so very out of place and nervous. He was thankful that he had trimmed his beard earlier.

    “Erm, hello there.” Brian said, trying to keep his voice level.

    “Hi there. Haven't seen your face around here before so I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Adam.” Adam the nosey (rightfully so) neighbor stuck out his hand and waited for Brian to take it, which he did, a little weaker than he should have and he cussed at himself for not realizing his palms were sweaty. This was bad.

    “Hey Adam.. yeah I know I haven't been out much in the neighborhood.. Robin likes to keep me pretty tied up,” he chuckled nervously. Who in the fuck says that? He thought. He needed to disengage, fast. “I'm Brian. Ah, sorry about the sweat,” he says, while glancing at his dirty knees, “Just taking a bit of a break from working in the backyard.”

    Adam laughed and nodded, “Slave driver, isn't she? She had Zack doing all kinds of work around the house when he was home too. Bless her, she hasn't been the same since and I am glad to see that she's back in the game.”

    Brian wanted to die as he was sized up, knowing he paled in comparison to the beloved Zack, and he wasn't referring to his Irish complexion.

    “Yeah I am too. She's a pretty spectacular lady, and I hope to treat her right, how Zack would have wanted her to be.” Brian was surprised at the truth behind his words. He had grown to care about her in a way he hadn't expected and in only such a short time.

    “Well don't let her work you to death. It looks like you need to put some meat on yourself. I'll have Macy make a pie and send it over tonight.”

    “Oh no don't trouble yourselves, really, we’re good.” Brian tried to hide the rising panic in his throat from escaping and alerting Adam that something was amiss.

    “Nonsense! You look like a cherry kind of guy, we’ll make cherry pie and have it over by the time you have dinner on the stove.” Adam clasped Brian’s thin shoulder, surely feeling the sweat soaked cloth covering it.

    “Ahh,  yeah that would be wonderful, thank you. I better get back to work before she cracks the whip.” he said, excusing himself with another clammy handshake.

    Adam watched Brian head to the front door and he gave a small wave just before it was closed and Brian sagged against the door, dropping the mail on a table and rubbing his face with his hands, his heart thumping in his chest.

    Fucking pie.  Great.

    Robin had heard muffled noises outside the front of the house. People were there, talking. They had to have been right by her front gate. If she screamed, maybe they’d come running. He would get to her first though, only being just downstairs, probably on the couch. The knives were in reach and he would silence her for good before anyone could bust down the front door.

    The conversation ended before Robin had decided it was worth risking the yell and then she heard the front door open. Brian had gone  outside! And he had talked to one of the neighbors! Robin couldn't collect her thoughts fast enough. They’d sense something was wrong, that he didn't belong there.

    She only heard a heavy sigh from downstairs though. She felt something stir inside her hearing that sigh; a mix of fear, stress and something else. Robin sighed herself. This was frustrating.

    Having had enough adventure for the day, Brian collected the dirty clothes on the armchair and went to find the laundry room. This led him to the basement, which was finished with a couch, a tv and an extra bedroom. He found a smaller room that had the washer and dryer and he dumped the clothes, including his own filthy ones, into the washer.

    The knobs and dials had to have been written in Greek. He had tried starting it after putting soap in but he had to give up, frustrated beyond belief from the machine. He smacked it with his hand. Brian hated how inexperienced he was about everything.

    He returned to the main floor. It was the late afternoon now, the sun was shining through the tops of the windows beautifully. Brian slumped onto the couch, put on the tv and almost immediately passed out.

    He had been gone for almost two hours now and Robin had her legs crossed tightly. She had not used the restroom since she woke up and her bladder was near bursting at this point. She didn't have much hope that he would be back in time for her to relieve herself. She had had plenty of time for self reflection and her dosage of self loathing. She knew she had hurt him pretty badly after their intimate sex before. It was intimate, Robin could finally admit that to herself. Sure, she fantasized about Zack but deep down she knew that it was Brian. She couldn't keep lying to herself.

    It had gotten to the point where she couldn't hold it any longer. Robin began to call for him pitifully.

    “Brian? Briaann?” She wiggled on the bed and tried to untie herself. The last thing the grown woman wanted to do was piss the bed.

    She called a few more times before she heard him on the stairs. When he appeared in the doorway it seemed like his mood had improved and that he looked rested. Maybe he had been sleeping?

    “Brian.. I really, really have to go to the bathroom. Could you please untie me?” She looked at him pleadingly. He could see her discomfort and he nodded simply, coming over to do just that.

    “Go ahead.” he stepped back after touching her soft arm briefly. She rushed over to the toilet and sat down, almost sliding off of the porcelain lid from the momentum. She didn't even give him a glance to see if he was watching her before she went. She moaned as one does when finally being able to take care of an urgent need and she relaxed back against the seat.

    She washed the dirt off of her hands and dried them on a towel. She stood before him in the dirty dress and he in her late husband's clothes. She shifted her weight on her feet as she felt him look her over. It wasn't like she felt like a piece of meat, but she almost wished that was the look he was giving her just then.

    “Come on, I need your help.” he started down to the basement and Robin glanced at the front door, knowing Adam was within shouting distance, but she chose to follow him down anyway.

    They stopped in the laundry room where Brian took off his shorts and tossed them in the machine. Robin noticed the dent on top of the lid but said nothing. He stood there for a moment, embarrassed to admit that he couldn't start it.

    Robin looked down at her dirty dress and without him prompting her she peeled it off of her soft body and dropped it into the washer. She adjusted the dials and the machine whirred to life. She turned around and was startled by how close he was standing behind her.

    “Brian I..” She didn't know what to say. His mood had obviously improved but she knew she had hurt him. Why did she feel guilty about that?

    He brought his hands up to her face and cupped her cheeks, bringing his lips down to hers, silencing her. Brian pressed her against the cold machine with his warm kiss. Her hands gripped the edge of the washer as he kept her pinned there.

    His hands moved down to her neck, not in the threatening manner he had before, but with a pressure that made her make a small noise of pleasure.  He left one there as another moved down to the firm softness of her chest. He squeezed her left tit and teased her nipple with a thumb.

    She closed her eyes as she felt the bulge in his boxers growing against her pubic mound. He replaced his hand on her neck with his mouth, suckling and nibbling her. She sighed despite herself as his hand traced ever so lightly down her side and between her legs. Never had his touches been so soft.

    He pressed a long finger against her slit, teasing her lips with a touch not heavy enough to pierce them. He whispered into her skin with heated breath,  “I cannot keep my hands off of you, Robin. These gorgeous globes you carry around,” he squeezed her right tit as he pressed his finger onto her clit, making her hiss through her teeth, “are the most perfect things I've ever had my hands on.”

    Robin shivered under his worship of her body. The hand on her chest had slid down to hug and stroke her wide hip with such tenderness that she felt goosebumps appear under his fingertips. His hand at her entrance hadn't let up its steady dance on her nub and soon she was moaning quietly, the washer being louder than her still.

    Brian knew that what he was doing was working when she started making noise and he could feel his fingers start to dampen. He was turning her on in all the right ways.

    He scrunched down, keeping a steady pressure on her slit, and brought one of her beautiful breasts to his mouth. He kept suckling as his fingers teased her and his other hand went around and groped her ass against the machine. She moaned as his warm hand cradled her rump and she resisted the urge to grind on his other hand.

    When he moved further south to her stomach she was almost puddy in his hands. He kissed her smooth stomach, which had softened in her age but was still toned nicely. His beard tickled her hipbones as he showered her stomach with kisses and gentle nibbles.

    Robin moved her hands to his shoulders and that was the signal he needed. He kissed his way down her mound to where his soaked fingers were and he waited until she spread her legs for him of her own accord.

    His tongue first touched the bottom of her slick slit and he dipped it inside as he brought it up to her bud. Her whole body shook as he brought his lips around her clit and she groaned.

    Both of his hands were at her ass,  gently plying both as his tongue tasted her rich womanhood. His own cock was aching to the point that it was almost painful. The next thing he was going to do would be almost impossible at this point.

    He listened to her body and her moaning increase. As soon as her hip bucked towards him he withdrew his mouth, stood, and took in her desperate look, her face hot and red.

    Brian turned and walked over to the couch in the next room and sat down. He had to try to control his breath, to calm himself down and prevent himself from doing something stupid. He needed patience, and that was something he didn't have much of.

    She was stunned beyond belief. Her entire body felt betrayed as he walked away. It yearned for his touch and she did too, she guilty admitted to herself. The washer behind her beeped and she shrieked.

    Twenty minutes! For twenty minutes he had worshiped her body and she had enjoyed every second of it. She needed more. She also needed to regain clarity. She couldn't want him.

    She turned, still breathing heavily as she took out the wet clothes. She hung her dress on the drying rack and threw everything else in the dryer with a few dryer sheets. She leaned on the machine as it vibrated, failing to clear her mind.

    Instead, it corrupted her further as her fingers found her nipples, trying to mimic the movements he had made moments before. She pressed her pelvis onto the corner of the dryer, trying to use its vibration to her advantage. It was working and she whimpered needily.

    Brian’s cock perked up from its mini depression as he heard her noises from the other room. He followed it willingly to see her humping the dryer, her hands playing with herself, eyes closed and giving into the passion he had awoken inside her.

    He stepped out of his boxers and pulled his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. He stepped up to her and wrapped his hands around her hips until they rested on her stomach, his prick resting against her perfect ass. She moved back into his embrace before turning to face him. Robin leaned up to kiss him lustfully, pulling his head to hers with both hands.

    He lifted her up, his cock finding her slit as he rested her ass on the dryer. She was so wet and so horny it was difficult for him not to drill her into tomorrow but Brian still had a mission.

    He worked his length up into her slowly, too slow for her current desires to be sated and she whimpered into their kiss. She bit his lip, trying to egg him on, to take her like he had many a time before, but he ignored both of their desires.

    Brian made gentle, deep thrusts into her snatch. He leaned into the kiss and held her firmly as he controlled his speed. He let the dryer do the work for him as he drove the older woman mad sexually.

    She couldn't keep kissing him and she rested her cheek on his bearded one, panting madly. When he knew she was getting closer he obliged to her needs and he picked up the pace with his thrusts. She responded immediately in his arms and she fell to his shoulder, taking small erotic bites on his neck.

    He groaned, her willingness was by far the biggest turn on he’s ever encountered. It was soon apparent he wasn't going to last much longer either.

    She cried sharply into his shoulder as her orgasm ripped through her. It shook the both of them and as her pussy contracted around his cock he grunted as it pulled him into his own climax. Brian painted her insides with his cum and held her as she rode out one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. He had finished his before her final aftershocks had left her completely limp in his arms.

    Brian lifted her up and carried her to the spare bedroom, bringing her to the bed and laying her down. He laid down behind her, draping an arm over her heaving breast and pulling her closer. He buried his nose into her raven colored hair and took in her post sex smell.

    She had fallen asleep before he had, completely spent and warm under his embrace. It wasn't until they heard a loud rapping at the door did either stirr,  and Brian freaked out, jumping out of the bed first. “Pie!” he yelled, a look of panic on his face.

    She rubbed her eyes, confused “What? Pie?”

    Brian pulled her off the bed in an urgent manner, trying to give her enough of a chance to function. Her legs were still weak as they mounted the stairs.

    Brian called out as they rushed through the main floor “Hold on a second, Macy!” And he pulled Robin upstairs. He let go of her by the closet and he said in a loud whisper, “Get dressed quickly!!”

    “Why is Macy at the door?” Robin whispered back harshly. She couldn't comprehend what that meant nor how she should respond to such a situation. She found a blouse and some capris that she jumped into, more than aware of how much she smelt like sex. She ran into the bathroom as Brian frantically was struggling with one of Zack’s nicer shirts.

    “Pie! Fucking Adam said there would be pie for dinner and now I guess we slept through dinner and Macy is fucking here with PIE!” he finally got the shirt right and then found jeans as Robin tried to tame her sex hair. She failed spectacularly as they both headed downstairs, both huffing heavily.  He whispered behind her “I'm your boyfriend.. from uh, a few months ago..” He didn't realize until they had reached the door that he had no cover story. He hoped they would just gift them the pie and would leave.

    The reality turned out to be quite the opposite. Both Macy and Adam were there and true to their word, she had a cherry pie in her mitted hands. She looked between both of their faces, noticing both of them flushed and catching their breath, “Oh dear, if this is a bad time we can come back another day.”

    “Yes that-" Brian was ready to close the door, unable to handle this stress. The pie was warm. He wanted to puke.

    “No no that's alright, come in Macy.” Robin overpowered him and stepped back to let her neighbors in.  Brian hid his balled fists as he stepped aside as well. He had to trust her, but how could he? He didn't have a choice as Macy piped up almost immediately.

    Macy held the pie in both hands and she looked to Robin, “I’m afraid the pie had cooled down a bit, love, shall we move to the kitchen and heat it up?”

    Robin glanced between Brian and Macy. She wasn't sure what the glance had intended fully, but she knew that he must have been sweating bullets at this point.

    “Yeah, sure. Don't mind the mess though,  we had some pots break and haven't had a chance to clean up from lunch..” she turned to lead Macy into the kitchen. She could feel Brian’s glare burn a hole in her shoulder blade.

    Adam looked over Brian again as the women parted. “You look like a man who appreciates a good game. Why don't we have a beer and watch the college game that's on? As far as I know it's anyone's game between the Falcons and the Bulls.”

    “Ehh.. sure, please have a seat and I’ll find the game”, Brian said desperately switching between the channels hoping to locate the right one soon. “Sorry, I don’t use the TV here often, can’t seem to find where the game’s at”.

    “That's alright, channel 128 if the old noggin works.” Adam chuckled at himself and instead of focusing on the game he looked over at Brian after sitting on the couch. “So Brian, what about Robin caught your eye? I'm certain by now you know all about poor Zack. She's been in a funk since his passing, which is understandable you know.”

    “Uhh… yeah, she told me a little bit about her late husband”, Brian stuttered finally finding the right channel and taking a seat on the couch, “but I’m sure you know what about her caught my eye, she is a beautiful woman in every sense of the word, don’t you think so?”. He hoped that would answer Adam’s question, cause he certainly didn’t know Robin enough by now to come up with a decent lie. The old man was either engrossed in the game or deep in thought because it took awhile for him to respond, making Brian wonder if he answered wrong.

    “Ah yes, that she is beautiful,” he agreed, turning his head to the game. “How, uh, went the yard work after we spoke earlier? Sorry I'm being so nosey, the wife will be upset if I don't get all the juicy details.” Adam gave a sideways glance with a raised eye. He certainly wasn't talking about gardening.

    Brian cursed in his mind trying to come up with an answer, not necessarily a good one but any answer will do “Ah, the gardening, yes… I’m trying to prepare everything for the summer, Robin will want the soil to be prepared for her plants with the first sunny days. I’m sure you know how that is, does Macy have a garden too?” he asked desperately trying to steer the conversation towards the nosy neighbor now.

    Adam waved him off with a hand. “No no, not that kind of gardening.  The.. tending to the flower that is a little bird that we know and love. She seemed pretty, uh, happy when we came to the door.”

    “I beg your pardon?” Brian could feel blood rushing all the way up to his ears, thinking he misheard at first but a shocked look at Adam’s face convinced him otherwise. “I… I shouldn’t be talking about that with you… should I?”, he asked incredulously, wondering how good of friend Robin is with the older couple “I mean, that’s kind of personal, I’m sure Robin wouldn’t like me talking about that with others. ”

    The elder man burst into laughter at Brian’s discomfort. His chuckle rolled his stomach and he shook his head,  “Ah don't worry, I'll tell the old bird you stonewalled me. Just trying to make sure she's truly happy. Robin has been almost like a niece to us, and we just want her treated right. I respect your privacy, Brian.”

    Robin turned on the oven and watched the numbers rise slowly as it preheated. She looked over at the windowsill, expecting to see the shattered pots and soil everywhere but instead her homeless plants had found temporary housing inside a glass bowl of water. She was so focused on the swelling in her chest that she didn't hear Macy’s first inquiry.

    “He seems like a very nice guy, but I don’t seem to have caught his name…?”, Macy trailed on looking at Robin expectantly.

    “Ah, I'm sorry, what did you say, Macy? I think I have water in my ear. ” she lied weakly, her issue being butterflies inside her more than some clogged water.

    She checked the oven again,  it not being magically heated since she had turned it on only a few moments earlier.

    “I asked about that sweet young boy’s name, love”, Macy chuckled a bit and smiled tenderly. “Ah, to be in love again… don’t get me wrong, I love my good old Adam a lot, but it’s not the same after 30 years in marriage, if you know what I mean”, she squeezed Robin’s arm and gave her a conspiratory look before stifling a laugh again.

    Robin was so torn internally about how to proceed but the elder woman’s forwardness made her cheeks burn.

    “You fancy Brian now, is that what I hear? I'm going to tell Adam!” she teased, hoping a joke would cover her conflictedness on whether to plead for help or act along, the latter being what she seemed to be doing without much thought.

    “Oh, haha”, the short chubby woman now laughed out loud “Please don’t tell Adam, but I sure wouldn’t mind if a sexy hunk like that had his eyes on me." She lost her breath due to barrels of laughter and tears welled up in her eyes now, her face red in self-inflicted embarrassment. “Oh, but I’m too naughty, please forgive me, it’s just that… he’s so young, isn’t he? Don’t get me wrong, you’re still a young woman too, but you really hit the jackpot there." Macy said with a knowing smile, nudging Robin with an elbow. "And with how he suddenly appeared out of nowhere? Lucky scratcher indeed.."

    Robin had another nervous chuckle to cover her pause. To think, she didn't even know how old he was. It was clear he was in his 20s but his facial hair and gauntness gave him an older appearance. Not to mention how he tossed her around like a doll whenever he wanted..

    “Ah yeah, yes he is rather strapping. Quite a catch, isn't he? What he doesn't have in experience he makes up for in other ways..” She admitted to both Macy and herself, then exclaimed  “Well you don't look a day over forty!” she flattered the woman, trying to divert the conversation.

    “Oh, that’s so sweet of you, love, but you know better than that”, Macy replied somewhat sorrowfully before getting that unmistakable glint in her eye again “But go on, don’t be such a spoilsport and endulge this old lady. What other ways are we talking about here, I bet you young people do it in the ways me and my old fart can’t even imagine?”, she asked grabbing Robin’s arm again as she leaned in closer “You know I won’t tell, ain’t that so?”

    “Macy, behave! I can't believe you, you wicked old woman. We don't have to talk about our sex life!” she could feel the heat creeping up her neck again as she thought about their earlier romp on the dryer. “It has been pretty unpredictable though..” her tone conveying something more but not letting on what exactly.

    “Oh?”, the old woman questioned looking at Robin with her eyebrow raised “Do you mean to tell me you didn’t think things will evolve so quickly? Come to think of it… me and Adam talked earlier, and neither of us ever saw him before today but seems like he's been living here?" Macy returned back to monitoring the pie being warmed up, but waited for Robin’s answer expectantly.

    Robin busied herself at the sink washing the burnt butter and crumbs of toast from lunch. She focused on the dishes as she fought with herself. Her voice of consciousness persevered enough for her to respond shortly, “Well.. it sort of did happen really quickly. He's here now though.” Robin did her best to keep her tone neutral and she wasn't sure if she had succeeded. It helped to keep her hands busy and her eyes away from Macy’s probing ones.

    “You don’t have to worry about that, Adam, not one bit”, Brian replied trying to sound as convincing as possible. “Robin’s happiness is the most important thing for me as well, and there’s nothing I wouldn't do to keep her. And yes, I think she’s quite satisfied with me too”, he tried to laugh it off nervously, but had a feeling he didn’t quite convince the older man.

    “What’s taking those two so long anyway”, he asked glancing quickly in the direction of kitchen, wondering if he should’ve let them be left alone in a separate room, cursing at himself inwardly for letting his attention slip away at such a moment. He couldn't hear what they were talking about and it made him nervous.  “Let me get us something to drink, I imagine you’re a beer kind of guy?”

    Adam nodded his head, watching Brian closely as he continued to glance at the kitchen. He had his chin resting in his hand. “Yeah I'll take a cold one. Thanks.”

    Brian almost scrambled to his feet, suddenly feeling a pressing need to investigate what’s going on in the kitchen. “I’ll be right back”, he said absentmindedly before rushing to the other room, trying not to warn the women by making too much noise, fearing at the same time what he will run into.

    “Things must have moved very fast though, I can’t help but notice you’re still wearing your wedding ring”, Macy said matter-of-factly, but could of swore she heard a breath catch in Robin’s throat. She glanced at the other woman sideways, turning her head just a bit, but noticed a definite change in her demeanour as silence suddenly fell upon the room.

    Robin had run out of dishes too soon and she turned to her interrogator and possible savior. She sighed heavily, her eyes downcast at the simple white gold ring, “You’re right, Macy, things have been moving way too fast.” She twisted the band, fighting back the sob rising in her throat. She looked up at the ceiling, forcing gravity to quell her sudden deep sadness.

    “He- Zack-- I mean Brian-" she struggled to find the words or begin to understand for herself what she was feeling, “H-he respects.. my loss. I never wanted hi-- oh hi Brian” she says, looking over the shorter woman's shoulders to see his pale face, her own portraying her tormented mood.

    Macy stood between the two of them now, glancing between both of their faces alternately, feeling the awkwardness of the situation as neither one spoke for a few long seconds. Something was definitely wrong here, she said to herself, but is it what she suspected to be or did she just open an old wound and hurt her friend without a reason? “We were just talking about you, Brian…”, she started, trying to remedy the situation at least a bit, looking hard into the young man’s face for any clues as to what he was thinking.

    “So I heard”, he said dryly, looking sternly first at Macy, then at Robin who desperately tried to avoid his glare. His eyes feel upon her hand, where she was still fiddling with her wedding ring. “Please, don’t let me interrupt you”.

    “Can I get you something, Brian?” Robin asked meekly. She wanted him to leave quickly, afraid of what he may have heard and fearing what he’d do after they left.

    “I was just grabbing something to drink for Adam and me”, he said coming closer to them “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about Robin’s late husband. "

    Sensing turmoil in his voice, Macy was quick to reply, “Ah yes... sorry for being so forward about it, it’s just that we knew poor Zachary quite well, and I was just wondering… I certainly didn’t mean to hurt either of you with my big mouth." There was something in his look she couldn’t quite read, as he stared back at her first, then tried catching Robin’s eyes again. It was somewhere between determination and worry, and she couldn’t tell what is was that he worried about.

    Robin was quiet and kept her fingers on her ring, squeezing the metal slightly. This was painfully uncomfortable. She looked up only after the silence had gone on too long and she looked at Brian.

    Brian stayed quiet for what seemed like eternity, at least for him, before he cleared his throat and tried to sound as convincing as possible “I didn’t know Zachary, but from what I heard he was a great man… I know I will never be able to live up to his memory, but I can only tell you what I already told Adam: I love Robin more than anyone in this world and will try my best to make her happy."

    Her jaw dropped and hung there as she stared at him. Did she just hear him clearly? She couldn't stop the lump in her throat this time and she began to cry.

    Brian moved swiftly around the stunned older woman and enveloped Robin in his arms, his hand stroking the back of her head as he kissed the top of it. He hushed her quietly as she wept into his chest, her hands embracing her forearms as he consoled her.

    He lifted her head after a few moments of her shoulders shaking and with both his thumbs he wiped her tear stained cheeks clear and he kissed her soft lips, quieting her. When he pulled back he looked deep into her eyes, declaring gently to her “I love you.”

    “Oh dear…”, Macy said uncomfortably, feeling responsible for this sudden burst of emotions. She couldn’t deny that the tender kiss between the two certainly seemed genuine, and at that moment she wanted to disappear from the face of the earth for even doubting it.

    Robin searched Brian’s eyes for a hint of truth or whether he was selling the act. Her heart hurt so badly and his tenderness was exactly what it needed but she couldn't possibly feel the same way. And neither could he. They had been together for a day. And not together. She hiccuped as she stopped crying, smiling and wiping her eyes. She couldn't say it back to him but she did rest her head on his chest. She looked at Macy with puffy eyes as Brian’s fingers tangled with her hair again.

    Adam called from the living room, oblivious to the emotional breakdown a few yards away, “Macy? Everything okay in there? I think Brian got lost finding the kitchen!”

    “He’s here honey, don’t worry… I’ll, uh, explain it to you later”, Macy responded to her husband, worried that she’ll break the moment between two lovers. After what she just witnessed, the last thing she wanted to do was get in their way again. All said and done, the older woman was simply a sucker for romance, and what was happening before her very eyes certainly resembled one. She even considered taking her husband and leaving the house, so that Robin and Brian could continue what they started, but the movement from their side cut her short.

    Robin gave him another searching glance before parting from his embrace. She went to the fridge and made a show of searching for the beer,  knowing there was none. “Oh, Brian, it looks like we’re out of beer..” her voice was small still.

    Brian failed to run his hand through his hair as it got caught in one of the knots. “Ah well, I'm sorry about that Adam. Looks like we’re dry tonight.” He called to the other man. He rubbed his jaw, trying to process what he had just done and the implications that it had on the both of them.

    “Well look dear, why don't you and Brian head down to the corner store and go get a six pack. We’ll have the pie cut up and ready for you with a dollop of cream.” Macy suggested.

    Brian really didn’t want to leave the house, he grew quite comfortable since he forced his way in last night and didn’t want to go back to the outside world, especially since his last adventure brought these two in to complicate things further. Seeing Macy and Adam’s smiling faces though, he knew he couldn’t say ‘no’ without an excellent explanation, and his mind wasn’t ready for another one in such a short span of time.

    He touched Robin's arm before leaving the kitchen. When he found his shoes with the hole in the side he grimaced. He hoped that Adam wouldn't be looking at his feet at all during the walk.

    The two men departed and Robin sniffled again, her heart still heavy. “I’m sorry about that Macy. You didn't come here to see me bawl like a child.” She realized what Macy had said about the pie and her eyes darted to the dining room table where all of the sharp items, including forks, sat in a messy pile. “Umm.. Macy? Would it be weird if I asked you to run upstairs and get a scrunchie for me? It's in my drawer in the bathroom.”

    “Of course dear, whatever you need”, Macy said encouragingly, hoping Robin would get the hint. She still felt like the younger woman hurt quite a bit, but hid her feelings from Brian well, and wanted to be her shoulder to cry on if in need. Caressing her shoulder empathically, she moved past Robin and climbed the stairs to the upper floor. Once getting there, she realized she had no idea which door is which, so opened the closest one first, stumbling onto a linen closet first. Laughing at herself, she tried the next one and had better luck this time, realizing from the sizeable bed that this must be the right room.

    Robin had waited until she heard the floor creak upstairs before she bolted around the counter to the table, grabbing as many handles of the knives and blades as she could and trying to put them back with as little noise as possible.

    She was on her second trip back when a knife fell and she stupidly grabbed at it, slicing part of her palm. She yelped and pressed down on it, trying to stop the bleeding as she scrambled to put the forks away. She felt stupid for covering for her rapist and even worse for being as sloppy as she had been. The last thing she needed was more blood.

    “Is everything alright, love”, Macy called from the upper floor, hearing a faint yelp coming from downstairs “I thought I heard someone cry?”

    Not waiting for an answer, she stepped into the room and the first thing she noticed was that the bed wasn’t made up, and being used to keep everything spot clean, decided she’ll need to do something about it.”

Robin called back as she ran water over her red hand, “It was me being clumsy, I cut myself. No worries. Ah, can you bring rubbing alcohol when you come down? It is under the sink!”

“Of course love, no problem at all”, Macy called back, grabbing the edges of bedsheets now in order to straighten them up. When she pulled them though, she noticed a wet spot right in the middle of the bed. “They must have had breakfast in bed, haha”, she said to herself before getting a better look at the stain. It immediately became obvious what the crusty stain actually was, and Macy instinctively covered her mouth with a hand “Oh my, it’s…”

It takes a lot to make Macy feel ashamed, but this time she could actually feel the flush rise to her face. She immediately dropped the idea of making the bed, knowing that Robin and Brian would know what she just saw. Her curiosity got the better of her though, and she simply had to have a second look… it’s been so long since she had to wash her own sheets for this particular reason.

Staring at the dried spot in the bed, she noticed something else though. There were a few distinctly red marks not so far from the bigger stain, and her mind recoiled in anger. Is he hitting her?! was the first thought on her mind, but then she calmed herself down and tried to approach it from a more rational point. “She could have just cut herself while eating though, calm down Macy”, she said to herself in a low whisper, “or it could have happened while they were having sex, who knows what happens in this bed, hehe”. She chastised herself the very next second for having such dirty thoughts in her friend’s bedroom of all places, and decided it would be better to just to get the scrunchy and alcohol from the bathroom.

Robin had finished cleaning out her wound and she made sure the last of the sharp things were put back into place. Her heart was in her throat, she wouldn't have had a good reason for why they were on the table. It was taking Macy too long and she didn't need any more stress right now.  Robin laid out four plates and went to the bottom of the stairs, calling up to her friend.

“Macy? Did you get lost?”

Hearing her friend calling from downstairs, Macy responded in good nature, “Coming, love, hold your horses!”

Picking up a scrunchy and alcohol from the one of the bathroom cabinets, Macy made her way back to the bedroom. She still wondered about the blood stain she found, deciding that she’ll have to ask her friend about it, hoping that it won’t lead to further embarrassment on her side. Just as she was about to leave the room, something caught her eye on the floor, looking to be a silk rag of some sorts. Unable to ignore her curiosity, Macy bent down and picked it up, recognizing it immediately as Robin’s pretty scarf she always wore when the days were cold. “Hmm, what is this doing on the floor..”, she wondered for a bit before noticing it was obviously cut in half. “Did he… did he tie her up?” was her initial shocking thought, but then another hit her “Maybe it’s also a part of their sexual games! Oh, Robin, you lucky girl”

She thought about leaving the scarf back where she found it, but the mischievous part of her prevailed again. “Let’s see how she’ll react when she sees it in my hands, hehe”, Macy enthused as she left the room and made her way back downstairs.

Robin was at the bottom of the steps and she looked up when Macy started down. She saw the items in her hand as well as the torn scarf. Her face visibly paled and she took a step back.

“Is something wrong, love?”, Macy inquired seeing the expression on her friend’s face “Are you sure it wasn’t a serious cut?”

She glanced down at the scarf again, confused by the question but then remembering the wound on her hand.

“Ah it's alright, only a little deep. I see you found the alcohol. Good, thank you. I wanted to clean it up before putting a bandage on it.”

She showed Macy the cut, which was around two inches long and somewhat deep

“Ouch, looks like you really cut into the flesh, you poor thing. Let us take it by the sink, I’ll clean your wound and help you with the bandage”, Macy said almost pulling Robin back into the kitchen.

Holding her hand over the sink, Macy poured alcohol over the wound, making Robin hiss in response. “There, there, it’s only a tiny little cut, don’t be such a baby”, Macy said smiling at her friend, letting her know it’s just a joke. “I couldn’t help but notice your gorgeous scarf was torn into pieces, what happened?”, she added waiting for a response with a dread.

Robin had forgotten how nosey Macy could be and it was her own fault that she had let her up there but the alternative was much harder to explain.

“Umm.. Well yeah it's a shame that it got ripped.. I don't really know how to say this, Macy..” she looked at the woman pleadingly, she didn't want to have to explain this nor did she know how to proceed here. Here was her chance to admit the truth finally. And she was silent.

Macy laughed heartily and said to her friend, “You don’t have to explain anything to me, love, I may be old, but I’m a woman of the world”. She looked at her friend with a glint in her eyes again, searching for any trace that there might be something more than what she jokingly suggested.

“Macy, I.. He, ah.. Brian I mean. He's not--"

Just then the door opened and Brian and Adam stepped in with two six packs. The men who had differing expressions stopped when they saw the women, sensing that the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Robin looked over her shoulder and made direct eye contact with Brian, who searched her face for any glimmer of hope. It was when he gave her a tired, hesitant smile that her heart skipped a beat and she gave a small, uncertain one back that she had made up her mind.

Leaving the house with Adam, Brian didn’t even have a clue where he was heading. Reaching the sidewalk, he gave it a couple of seconds hoping that his neighbor would lead the way, but seeing that he was seemingly waiting for him, he made a decision and took a left turn.

“I don’t know if there are any stores that way, Brian”, Adam said hesitantly after clearing his throat “Marlene’s shop is right around the corner, why don’t we head there?”

“Oh… sure, let’s do that”, Brian sweated profusely now, despite the chilliness of the outside, “You’ll have to excuse me, I don’t really know my way around the neighborhood”

“Ah, don’t apologize, I know how it must be”, Adam laughed leading the way now, glancing at Brian from the corner of his eye “I bet young Robin doesn’t let you leave the house much, does she?”

He could almost hear young man’s heart skipping a beat as blood noticeably flushed into his face again.

“I… I don’t know what you mean… it’s just that I only come here to see Robin, never paid much attention to anything else”, Brian said hoping that answer would please the nosey neighbor, sensing that for some reason old man was interrogating him - not in the same way he once was interrogated, but he felt like the right answer eluded him all the same.

“Hehe, if I had a gal like Robin, I wouldn’t pay attention to shops and neighbors either”, Adam chuckled giving Brian another one of his trademark smirks “Don’t get me wrong, I love my ball and chain all the same, but a man has to wonder from time to time… I mean, Robin is downright gorgeous, isn’t she? How’d you manage to catch a girl like that?”

Brian was pretty much at the end of his nerves right now - did the older man really want to talk about Robin in this way with him, or was it all a test of some sorts? Whatever it was, he knew better than to make a scene in the public and replied curtly, “She really is, but you’ll understand if I don’t want to get into detail with you, Adam… Robin is a lady, and a gentleman doesn’t talk about a lady with other men, don’t you agree?”

Adam’s laugh could be heard two blocks down, or so Brian thought, as he patted him on the back with surprising force. “That’s the answer I wanted to hear, lad, I knew you were a stand up guy the moment I saw you. Macy had some reservations though, but you can’t fool an old soldier like me”

“A soldier?” That caught Brian off guard and he looked at Adam curiously. The more he could get him to talk about himself and Macy, the less he’d have to lie about.. Or confess.

“Oh, that’s right, I haven’t told you yet - me and late Zachary were brothers in arms, although my time was before he even joined the ranks. Twenty years in the Marines, served this country with pride… but I don’t want to burden a young man like you with some old time war stories”, Adam replied waving it off with a gesture of his hand.

“Actually.. It would do me some good to hear something, Adam. I was on tour twice in the Middle East a few years back. I wasn't a Marine or anything though. Got any stories worth sharing?”

Adam looked at him, surprise clear in his eyes, “You are a fellow soldier? Well, I would never… don’t get me wrong, now that you say it, I can see it in your demeanour. But aren’t you a bit… how do I put this… skinny for a trooper?” He gave Brian a once over, pausing at his noticeably thin arms before piercing the man’s eyes with an inquisitive look.

Brian looked down at his gaunt figure, understanding what Adam meant. He hardly felt like the same man in uniform he was half a decade ago.

“I promise I fit proper gear back then. I, uh, after my second tour ended I.. wasn't sure what I was going to do with myself and..” he scratched his head “I went backpacking across the country for a few years. All that walking, ya know, you don't need bulk for that..” he chuckled nervously. This ship was sinking, and fast.

“Backpacking across the country… sure, I heard young people do that”, Adam said smiling, but deep down didn’t quite believe his words. Something felt off with younger man’s attitude, certain nervousness that couldn’t escape a trained eye like his. He knew better than let Brian notice it though, so continued with his rant “Back when I was your age, you didn’t have time for things like that… I was already married with two kids by the time I was 30, haha”

“Yeah I am.. really late to the game with that.. Which is why I'm.. looking around here for work actually. As you know, I'm not from around here but Robin is such a special woman, that, I don't know.. maybe she's the one who would make me an honest man.”

Brian kept his hands on the back of his head as they walked, trying to block part of his sweaty face from Adam’s view. He tried thinking of a question that he could ask Adam that he could also answer if fired right back. He couldn't keep this attack one sided.

“So Adam.. how did you know when you were in love with Macy?”

A bit startled with being questioned for a change, Adam took a couple seconds to reply, “Oh wow, haha… that was such a long time ago that I’m not even sure I remember! Guess those things have their own way of happening, if you know what I mean… one morning you wake up next to a beautiful woman, look into her sleeping face, and realize you don’t want to spend another day without her”, he said being the one scratching his head now “yeah, that was a long time ago… are you asking me for pointers cause you think you’re in love with our little bird?”

Brian only had one morning waking up to the little bird in question and she had been bound, gagged and cumstained but he thought something was there. Adam sensed the change in Brian, he was less nervous but still unsure.

He shrugged his skinny shoulders and threw his hands in the air “I have no idea honestly! Women are so complicated and so are relationships with them!” he was flustered, sure, but at least he was okay admitting that and letting Adam see this tangle of emotions.

“Hah, you’re telling me”, Adam laughed heartily again, startling a couple of birds in a nearby tree with his laughter “I’ve been married to one for 30 years now, and trust me, they don’t get any less complicated”

They had made it to the store by this time and Brian held the door open for Adam to go in. Brian chuckled and shook his head. He would be thankful enough to make it through the weekend being with Robin. He couldn't fathom the actuality of being with her for 30 years.

“Hi Marlene”, Adam called out to the short 40-something woman behind the counter “this is our new neighbor Brian, he’s staying with Robin since a couple of days ago”. He said that as nonchalantly as he could, but couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle seeing Brian flustered again.

“Umm yeah, hi there Marlene..” He swallowed hard, hating being put on the spot again.

Marlene looked up from her papers and raised an eyebrow at Brian. Obviously she was underwhelmed by his appearance.

“Hi there”, she called out curtly and went back to her papers, ceasing to pay any further attention to her customers.

Adam chuckled again, nodding in her direction “She may be a bit hard on the newcomers, but she’s a true sweetheart once you get to know her, ain’t that right Marlene?” The woman only scoffed from behind her newspapers, continuing to ignore his attempts at engaging her.

Brian followed Adam to the fridge area and made a show of looking at the beers. When his eye caught one of the price tags his heart sank. Brian was homeless. He couldn't buy a fifty cent coffee, let alone beer. He began to sweat again. He was so fucked.

“Ya know Adam, I should have said this before we left the house but I'm not really in the mood for a beer.. maybe we should just go back and enjoy the pie with our ladies?”

Adam didn’t even give his words a second thought, grabbing a six pack of Bud from the fridge, “Don’t be ridiculous lad, you can’t watch a game without a beer - which reminds me, we’ll need some chips to go with it, they should be at the third aisle. Can you grab a bag or two while I bring these to the register?”

“Sure thing..” Brian was dying on the inside as he turned and counted the aisles till he hit the third one. There was a two for six dollar sale. That was six dollars that he hadn't had in his pocket for over a year.

He grabbed two different kinds and went up to the register, his hands clammy and his expression a small look of despair.

“That will be $14.50”, the woman said with a raspy voice, while Adam looked at him expectantly. He could sense the change in Brian’s demeanour again, and what should’ve been a simple few seconds turned into a longer wait.

Brian did his best of making a show, patting all of his pockets. He was about ready to just crawl into a jail cell at that point to get away from the embarrassment.

“Shit Adam.. I think I left my wallet at home.” his voice was shaky and it was hard for him to mask the lie. “D-do you think you could spot me until we get back to Robin’s? I'll pay you back there..”

Frowning slightly, Adam reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet, “Oh you young people… with your head always in the clouds, if you even remember to bring it along. Ain’t that so, Marlene”, he said giving her 15 dollars and telling her to keep the change, which the woman followed with another scuff. “But please, beers and chips are on me, after all the tv and the couch are yours, aren’t they?”

“Well, they’re Robin's.. You knew that though.. and uhh, thanks Adam. I'm sorry I'm a bum.” he tried making the truth a joke but it stung instead.

Brian thought it best to help carry the purchase he never could have afforded so he took the bag and headed for the door. His shoulders were slouched, what little pride he had gained in the past day having been beaten out of him for 15$.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you would’ve done the same if I forgot my wallet”, Adam said in good spirit “and you know, it might be Robin’s, but you’re the man of the house now”

“Well I hope to be that..” He said as he held the door for Adam again. Brian followed after him, only realizing after a few steps that what he said didn't make sense, “I mean, from what I know about Zack I hardly deserve to stand in the man's shadow, let alone his house and next to his wife..”

Adam stopped in his tracks giving a stern look to the younger man who looked like a deer caught in headlights from a sudden motion, “Now listen to me, Brian”, he said in a gentle voice “Zachary was like a son to me, and I don’t think anyone could replace him, not with Robin, not with me, not any way. But you’re not doing yourself any favors by comparing yourself to him on every step of the way - he’s gone, God rest his soul, and it’s up to you and Robin to continue living. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Brian was absolutely stunned into silence. He had trouble holding Adam’s gaze but he managed to do so while trying to come up with a reply.

“..I do understand, Sir. And I never intended to replace him. Not in a million years. I-I will stop comparing myself to him. We aren't alike enough in any way for me to honestly try to.” This made Brian really think about his admission earlier to Robin. He was a hobo who raped her silly and told her that he loved her. He was a joke compared to the late Captain Zack.

Adam made a sound similar to the one Marlene made earlier, “Nonsense, I can see a bit of Zachary in you, even though I just met you today. I can especially hear it in the way you talk about Robin, and the look in your eyes when you do… trust me, you two are more alike than you can imagine”. With that Adam continued down the street, leaving dumbfounded Brian to scurry behind him.

He couldn't believe what he heard. Instead of kicking him in the gut when he was already down, Adam offered him a hand. Maybe he had passed the examination after all. He took a few long strides to catch up to the older man as they rounded the driveway to Robin’s front door.

“Just wait till you get a taste of Macy’s pie, lad”, Adam said as he opened the door “It’s unlike anything you had in your life. And I’m not just saying that cause she’s my wife, hehe”, he added as he entered the house, Brian following close behind.

“Oh I have no question about how good it--" Brian lost his train of thought, seeing Macy and Robin so close together in the kitchen. The look Robin gave over her shoulder to Brian made his blood run cold. She was frightened, unsure and sad.

When he searched her face for a sliver of a chance that she didn't claim he was her rapist and couldn't find anything to prove otherwise, he smiled a little. It took a lot of effort, he felt he had just gotten back from a third tour overseas and was coming home for the first time. Robin’s small return of a smile made him feel somewhat at ease even though they were still on extremely dangerous ground.

Adam had bumped into Brian since he had faltered in his step, jarring him back into the melee.

“Come on lad, the game is about to start, don’t stand there like a log”, he told him grabbing one bag of chips as he moved to the couch and took a seat. “How’s the pie going, girls?” he yelled back to the kitchen.

“It’s just about done, honey”, Macy yelled back to her husband, smiling an annoyed smile to Brian as he entered the kitchen, effectively interrupting any further inquiries. She still had a load of questions for Robin, but to her misfortune those will have to wait for now.

Brian’s feet felt like lead as he went into the kitchen and put the beer and chips onto the counter. He could feel both women’s eyes on him as he collected a bowl for the chips but he began to struggle to find a bottle opener. The longer he was in there the worse his anxiety took over.

Robin felt his unease and she walked over to a drawer near where he was. She opened it while she put her bandaged hand on his arm, “Here, I put it back wrong last night. Sorry about that Brian.” She couldn't decide if she was trying to help him out or if she wanted to continue her conversation with Macy. Touching him just then though, it almost felt right. Reassuring in a way.

“Still a bit lost, are you Brian?”, Macy quipped casting another smirk in his direction “don’t worry about it, let us girls take care of that and go keep Adam company, he’s terrible when being left all alone”

Brian feigned a smile at the older woman. “Yeah, thank you Macy..” the touch Robin had given him helped calm him down somewhat but he wasn't ready to go back to Adam yet, or leave the women alone again.

Unfortunately for him, Macy was right and he could hear Adam call out the very next second “Is that beer coming or what, lad? Come on, I don’t want to watch the game on my own”

Brian groaned inwardly and gave Robin a peck on the cheek before relenting. “Thank you" he said in a whisper before parting ways. He clasped his hands as he went and sat near Adam. “So it looks like we made it in time after all..” he said, not referring to the game in the slightest bit.

“You got that right, I hate missing the pre-game show”, Adam replied opening two bottles of beer, handing one to Brian. “Here’s to you and Robin”, he added clinking his against Brian’s.

“Here's to thirty years of our own to look back on.” he said hopefully, his thoughts leaned life with her than one behind bars. He took a swig of the beer and he cherished the cold bitter liquid. The only drink he has had in ages was what was left over at the bottom of a bottle in a dumpster. This was heaven.

“So, Robin…”, Macy started carefully back in the kitchen “I have a feeling like you wanted to tell me something just before the guys came home”. She carefully watched her friend’s face for any sign that would confirm her suspicion, but at this moment it was hard to read like it never was before.

She kept her hands busy again, putting the beers individually inside a drawer in the fridge. “Oh was I, Macy? I really don't remember. Hey, would you like to start cutting the pie? I don't know if I should be handling knives right now.” She joked poorly, waving her injured hand above her head. “I swear it smells divine and I really cannot wait to have it.”

“Sure, I don’t mind cutting it”, Macy smiled weakly, sensing that the moment of sincerity has passed once they stopped being alone. She cut the pie in eight pieces and placed four on the plates that were set on the counter “Should we join the boys and watch the game with them?”

“Yeah, let's. We might get cozy in there, don't you try to steal Brian away now, you sultry old woman.” She took two plates and forks, leaving her friend aghast.

Brian looked up as Robin approached and handed a plate to Adam with a smile, “And here's your wife’s lovely pie. The smell has been getting to me all evening.”

“Yeah, like I told Brian just now, there’s nothing quite like it”, Adam chuckled “not saying that’s all she’s good for, hehe, but who knows if I would have marry her if not for her cooking”

“Oh knock it off you”, Macy ribbed him as she sat next to him on the couch “they don’t know you’re just kidding. Scoot over honey, make room so Robin can sit next to Brian”, she added admonishing her husband lightly.

Adam moved closer to his wife, making room between him and Brian, patting the seat and looking over at Robin expectantly.

Robin sat down, her wide hips pressing into both men’s. It seemed silly having all four of them on the couch next to each other while the armchair sat perfectly unused but Robin knew if she didn't sit next to Brian they would question it. She also didn't want to be in the hot box anymore. Eat the pie, and they’ll leave, she thought.

Brian cleared his throat and put an awkward arm around her shoulders, hugging her closer. He held his plate on his knee and watched as Robin took her first bite.

Having his arm draped over her made Robin’s flurry of emotions begin to pick up again. She brought a small amount to her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

“Macy this is wonderful!” she exclaimed and laughed. “.. here Brian, have a taste.” She fed him a small bit. There was another awkward pause during this and they both chuckled nervously. This wasn't easy for either of them.

“Oh, you two are so adorable”, Macy exclaimed seemingly not noticing the tension between the two “Aren’t they adorable Adam?”

“Ah, what… yes, sure, they are adorable”, Adam spoke with a mouthful of delicious pie “I tell you what, you’ve really outdone yourself this time, it’s the best pie I ever had! Maybe we should come here more often, if that’s what inspired you. ”

Brian had been nodding along to what Adam had said about the pie, eating his, when he choked on some at the suggestion of their returning. He took his arm off of Robin’s shoulders and smacked his chest, trying to dislodge the food.

Robin looked at him as he struggled and back over to Adam, “If you promise to make blueberry next time that is. Maybe add some blackberries in too. Make it tart. The sweetness may kill Brian.” She suggested with a smile.

Adam laughed in his loud recognizable way, patting Brian on the back with all his might “Haha, easy there lad, I know it’s a great pie, but no need to choke yourself on it”, smiling at Robin, he added, “You’ll have to ask Macy about that, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind making one, would you honey?”

Brian croaked a thank you as Adam’s powerful swat dislodged the pie and he swallowed it hard.

“Oh, of course I won’t mind - come to think of it, I can even give you the recipe so you can make it whenever you wish. It’s an old family secret, but we’re practically family, ain’t that so Robin? And there’s no secrets in family”, Macy added seemingly matter-of-factly, but was staring intently at the other woman the entire time, especially after the last sentence. There was a certain assertiveness in her eyes, like she was trying to coax Robin into saying something she really didn’t want to say.

The younger woman wanted to run and hide but she almost leaned into Brian while trying to escape Macy’s glare. He put his arm back around her, this time protectively and it felt more natural than before. He stroked the top of her arm with his fingertips.

“So Macy, what did you and Robin talk about while we were out? All girly things? I’m curious.” Brian challenged the older woman. They had been at their heels like wolves the whole time. It was time to turn around and fight back or die trying. Brian had had his tail between his legs for too long, he was tired of being kept down.

“Oh, I’m sure the same stuff you and Adam were talking about, I was curious as to where she found a nice guy like you”, Macy replied dryly, not trying to cover the fact that she didn’t like tables being turned “But it seems like I never got an answer, haha, so maybe you would like to share that story with us?”

“Yeah I would, maybe it would satisfy the Spanish inquisition. I've already been interrogated by a terrorist before, I don't need it here in my home.” Robin gawked at his sudden accusations, and then something clicked. She remembered his sleep talking the night before.

Brian continued, ignoring Adam’s deathglare, “After my time in the army, I didn't have anywhere to go. I travelled the country with the clothes on my back seeing what there was to see. A few months ago I was breezing through town when a woman stumbled into me in the park,” he looked down at Robin, his expression softened. “She didn't pay me any mind at first but I was persistent and I kept trying to win her over. Eventually she began to open up to the idea of being with someone like me and since I was a vagabond she offered to let me stay here. This was only recently, which is why you haven't seen me here before.” Brian wasn't sure if he sold it enough, but he knew the entire time he spoke the whole room was intently listening. He hoped Robin heard the sincerity in his voice, but he couldn't be sure. When he finished, his previous bravado evaporated in the silence after. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot.

Adam finally broke the silence by clearing his throat and speaking up, “You’ll have to excuse my wife, Brian... she’s kind of a busybody, but she means well. And you certainly don’t have to justify yourself with either of us, like I said before this is your house now and you can do whatever you want. Speaking of which…” he trailed off swallowing down the last bite and putting the plate down, cleaning the crumbs from his chin slowly “...I know this is your home, but these walls and windows don’t provide as much privacy as you kids might think, if you know what I mean”

His wife gasped in shock and hit him on the arm, whispering in a harsh tone “Adam, where are your manners, we said we won’t be mentioning that!!”

Brian had to stop himself from choking again,  his face whitening. What had they seen? Did they hear something? She never screamed.. right?

“Uhh umm.. what?” he stuttered. Robin looked equally shocked, something almost similar to hope in her eye but it was unclear as her hand rested on Brian’s knee as to what that could mean.

“Are you.. referring to when you came to the door?” Robin asked, recalling dashing upstairs naked to dress and to fool her neighbors alongside her rapist. The thought made her dizzy.

“Hmm, no, that wasn’t what I was talking about…” Adam started, now deliberately prolonging the tension, sensing the renewed nervousness in Brian and noticing the weird look in his neighbor’s eyes “I’m sure you folks remember what happened this morning… in front of that window right over there. You were so busy that you probably didn’t even notice me, but I was in the driveway fixing my old bike, so had a good eyeful of… hehe, well, everything really”

Macy sat in silence, looking to be equally embarrassed as two people on the other side of the couch, but out of the corner of her eye kept stealing glances at Robin. She understood the shock written all over her face, but what about that glint of optimism that appeared for just a second? She sensed she knew the answer to that, but wished so much her friend would just confirm her doubts and end this game they were playing.

Brian’s mouth hung open. He couldn't begin to explain that. Had he seen everything? He remembered his rage and the pain he caused her. He also remembered her pussy clamping down on his cock. He closed his mouth and bit his lip.

“I.. uh.. I'm sorry that you um.. how much.. exactly did you see? I mean .. she had a- a shirt on this morning..” He stammered. Brian wanted to die. Robin remained dead silent during this exchange. Her eyes were stone.

Adam chuckled, this time he was definitely in charge of the situation and he knew it - it was obvious Brian was out in the open without Robin to come to his protection. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t see that much, but from where I was standing it was obvious what went on… and you won’t mind if I say this, but you looked hella angry at poor old Robin here”, he added with a not at her direction. “For a moment there, I thought you were an intruder given the frightened look on her face… but I didn’t hear her cry for help or anything like that, so didn’t give it a second thought. "

Brian’s lips moved but no words came out. He fought his desire to look away, knowing that it would prove his guilt.

“I.. we..ah well sometimes.. we like to… roleplay.. not that we need to share that with you but that's what it was.. it's kinky I guess but she enjoyed herself.. I don't think I could make that up.”

Robin continued to stay quiet but a flush did appear on her face. Her hand had been subtly removed from Brian’s leg and rested on her own.

    “Is that true, love?”, Macy probed gently, looking at Robin with almost motherly tenderness “I… I couldn’t help but notice the blood stains on your bedsheets upstairs, and I found your favorite scarf torn in half like you were tied with it… you can tell us whatever it is. Did he hurt you?” She grabbed her friends hands from the other side of the couch and held them encouragingly, while Adam stared Brian down, watching closely so he wouldn’t make any sudden move.

His face was hot and his hands were clammy. He could hear the sirens already and they intensified as Robin spoke for the first time in a small voice.

“He did hurt me.. a few times…” she paused, looking over her shoulder at Brian’s pale, gaunt face under his red bushy beard, continuing “but no, Macy, that wasn't blood on the sheets..”

It nearly killed him that that was all she added to the conversation. He returned his wide eyes to the biggest threat in the room- Adam. He watched the former Marine like a hawk. His entire body was a ball of nerves, ready to fight or flee at a moment's notice.

“What was it then, love?”, Macy inquired, still holding Robin’s hand in hers, giving a menacing look to Brian who was cornered on the edge of the couch.

Brian opened his mouth to respond, starting “It wasn’t blood at all. I had made--”

“We aren’t talking to you boy, and I’d really advise you to stay silent for your own good”, if he thought the look Macy gave him was menacing, it was nothing compared to the burning rage he could see in Adam’s eyes now “Go on, honey, you were saying…”

His mouth screwed shut as he watched Robin carefully. He couldn't maintain eye contact with Adam any longer, his heart was going to explode.

“It was tomato soup.. we had grilled cheese and tomato soup in bed. I-I guess we didn’t clean it up so it may have stained the sheets.” she told the truth. Brian wanted to blurt out an intruder wouldn't make that kind of food but he didn't want to have to fight the elder man, who may best him in his current state. “He had made it." She added after another pause.

Awkward silence fell upon the room as neither of the neighbors was completely convinced, but knew they couldn’t do anything with Robin defending him. “See, I told you you shouldn’t bring it up”, Macy finally chuckled, but it was obvious it wasn’t the lighthearted chuckle that she was known for.

“I guess you’re right, honey… we are both very sorry, especially me. Hope you accept my apology, Brian, don’t mind the silly old fart for imagining things that weren’t there”, he added looking into younger man’s eyes again, this time with a more apologetic look in his eyes masking the steely look from before.

Brian’s heartbeat was still louder than an airplane when he nodded. “I, um, understand your concerns and they show how much you care about Robin. It's.. telling of the sort of people you are. I.. accept your apology, Adam.” He didn't quite feel like he was out of the woods yet though.

The whole room went silent again, until Macy spoke up “Well, we should be going now, made enough mess for one day”, laughing faintly, she added “besides, it’s already dark outside, and old people like us prefer going to bed early… not that I’m saying you two like staying up late, haha”. She could feel the attempt at joke didn’t go over very well, so she got up from the seat pulling her husband by his arm.

“Yes, of course, it’s quite late…“ Adam added standing up “It was nice meeting you Brian, hope we get to do this again soon”

Brian stood as Adam did, still worried about giving him the high ground. He held his hand out to Robin, who hesitated before taking it and leaning on him to get up. She spoke up, “Yes please Macy, come on over any time the car’s home. You’ll know we are here then.”

“It was… a pleasure getting to know you Macy and Adam.. thank you for the cherry pie. It really was the highlight of the night.” Brian had to add something truthful else the words left a stale taste in his mouth.

Brian left Robin's side and walked over to the front door, resting his hand on the knob. He needed them gone, now. Robin offered a hug to Macy, then one to Adam.

“If you ever need anything, we’re just across the street”, Macy whispered into her ear, careful that no one else could hear it.

Adam hugged her closely and added words of his own, “I’m always in the driveway and still have pretty good hearing, you know what I mean”

Robin gave both of them a kiss on the cheek in response, saying nothing.

“Thank you both again for coming over.” Brian said as he opened the door, unable to wait any longer.

“Thank you for having us, see you soon lad”, Adam replied, but this time any sort of friendliness was gone from his voice. He and Macy left the house and could hear the door slamming almost immediately behind their backs. “I still don’t trust this guy, Macy”, he silently said to her to which she just replied with a nod.

Brian sagged against the door, sliding down it and sitting on the floor. His head was in his hands, his fingers pulling his hair. He was stressed out to his absolute limit. It was almost like when he had been captured and he mouthed his name, rank and ID silently, rocking slightly.

She had stayed where she was standing and she watched him cope with what just happened. It was clear that wasn't going well though and she felt sad for him. Robin did what in that moment felt right, she walked over to him and knelt before him. In a motherly way, she cupped his cheeks and lifted his face up to hers. His eyes were wide still and he was whispering his military cadence. It took a moment for his eyes to focus on hers but when he did his voice trailed off. He had stopped rocking as well, and his breathing slowed.

“Thank you.. thank you for not outing me, Robin.” His cheeks felt hot under her soft palms. She continued to hold his head, looking at his face.

“Brian..I don't love you. But I don’t think you deserve to go to jail for what you’ve done.” She let her words sink in, and she could see that they had pierced him where he was weakest and the younger man’s throat constricted trying to stop a sob from escaping.

“You can stay the night, but I think it's best for you to leave in the morning.” She finished with a certain finality that added salt to the wound.

His mouth hung open, he couldn't believe what he was hearing but he knew his fantasy had to come to an end at some time or another. What he didn't expect was to walk out of it a free man still. His thoughts wouldn't formulate a response and then she leaned in and kissed his open mouth.

Robin’s tongue found its way inside and she pressed her weight into the kiss. Brian leaned back against the door and pushed her up and off of his face by her chest. She smacked his hands away sharply and forcibly sat in his lap. She started kissing him again and biting his lip, once to the point where she tasted blood.

His hands gripped her upper arms as he tried to pick her up and throw her off of him but she had a solid position and would not budge. He gripped her tighter but she ignored him. She could feel his body responding to her so she let her lips disappear under his beard and latch onto his neck. Robin sucked and bit at his softer flesh until he groaned and she felt something stirring in his shorts. She reached down and started to undo his pants when his hand shot down to stop her.

Brian had never been backhanded before by a woman until that moment. It left him speechless and his hand fell away as she freed his stiffening cock from his boxers. She stared him down, making him feel powerless. She kissed him again, the sting on his cheek still biting slightly. Robin barely raised herself to strip away her own bottoms, letting them fall aside.

He had his hands on her arms again as she found his cock head with her lower lips. He pulled her up and kept her off of his shaft. Her response was a small hand straight up under his beard to the top of his throat. She pressed into his throat until he dropped her and she sank down onto his prick immediately. She gasped as he penetrated her, her hand weakening on his throat as she started to ride him. She kept it there until she felt Brian moan, his throat vibrating under her hand.

She then brought both of them onto his shoulders, using his body exactly how she wanted to. Robin made small circles with her wide hips, making his shaft touch every bit of her dripping insides. She found a steady rhythm and kept at it, focusing on only her desires. When his hands loosened on her arm and fell to her hips she changed her pace again. She rubbed herself on his prick in such a way that his tip and length had the most contact with her g-spot as it could.

Robin tossed her head back and moaned loudly. She felt herself getting closer to climaxing and she slipped a hand down off of his shoulder to her clit that was trapped between their gyrating pelvises. She bounced on his cock, her finger fiddling her nub and her eyes were closed as she moaned louder.

Brian couldn't believe what Robin was doing. He had tears in his eyes and he was now pinned against the door being raped by a woman who declared she didn't love him and kicked him out in the same breath..and now she was going to get off on him.

Her toes curled behind her as her body began to spasm on top of him. One hand still madly masturbated herself while the other leaned just above his shoulder onto the door. She kept riding him through her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on him. When she had finished rolling in her own ecstasy, she stood up off of him and walked to the stairs. Her thighs were slick with fluid.

Brian’s cock twitched with the sudden change from warm and wet to cold and breezy. It took a few more moments for him to realize what happened and a twitch of anger rose up in his chest. He wasn't ready to leave yet. And he wasn't finished with her yet. He hadn't even started.

He scrambled up after her and lunged at her leg, wrapping his fingers around her ankle and ripping her down. Robin was caught completely unaware and she fell hard, sliding down backwards onto the stairs with a shriek.

He was both on top of her and inside of her quicker than she thought possible. Her cunt was overly sensitive from just cumming and he rammed into her with such rage that it scared her. When his hand gripped her hair and his other one came around to the front of her throat he leaned his full weight onto her trembling body.

“You aren’t the one in charge here, little bird.” He growled into her ear as he brought his arm further around her neck until her throat sat in the crook of his arm. He held his body on her as he fucked her on the stairs, one of his legs on the step her hips were on and the other was firmly rooted a few down to maximize his thrusts up into her.

She was groaning and crying as he kept her there for several minutes. The rage from today’s interrogation fueled him. The insecurities that flared their ugly heads constantly and the truthful accusations of her neighbors. He poured all of his anger into her cunt and then some. His constant ramming into her cervix made her want to scream for help but she couldn't bring out anything louder than a low groan.

Brian started grunting and his pumping became more laborious. With his pace slowing Robin felt herself nearing a second orgasm.  After a few more thrusts they both were cumming, Brian spurting his load onto her bruised cervix and her cream oozing out onto his balls.

They both laid there breathless for a time before Brian gathered the smaller woman up in his arms and he proceeded up the stairs to the bathroom. He held her until the water in the shower was steaming and he stepped inside with her, with all of their clothes still on.

He shifted her from a fireman’s carry to swinging her legs around his waist which Robin pulled him closer to her with. He had his mouth just above the cutoff of her shirt and he was suckling on her skin as the water fell around them.

Robin was still breathing heavily from his attack on the stairs but soon the noise shifted to soft moans. Her hands gripped his soaked shirt and twisted it in her hands as he moved his mouth up her neck. After having two powerful orgasms her body was overly sensitive.

One of his hands worked its way up between their pressed bodies and he fingered her solid nipple over the shirt that clung to her bosom. She gasped as he tugged the hard nub and twisted it until she moaned again.  He slid his hand up to replace his mouth on her throat and he held it there as she had before, turning her face up to his and kissing her deeply. Their tongues exchanged places and he sucked on hers making her groan again.

When he finally put her down she instinctively spread her legs wide and she brought his fingers down to her slit. He could feel his cum leaking out of her as he stuck two fingers inside, rubbing her inner walls with short quick thrusts.

She moved her hand down his arm until her fingers were pressed to the back of his. She followed his fingers into her wet slit and changed his angle enough to instantly force a low moan out of her small figure. With the four of their fingers working inside her in unison her tight pussy was throbbing.

She brought her mouth to his neck and bit down hard, muffling her noises into his skin as well as being drowned out by his own hiss. Brian fingered her harder as her teeth sank into him, feeling his limp cock twitch from it.

Robin felt his slight movement and she withdrew her fingers from her hole and raked them up his inner thigh to his crotch, letting her palm brush his shaft,  making it jump a little as he gasped in surprise.

She then treated his other thigh in the same manner, leaving a second trail of red marks and eliciting a groan from the younger man.

When he added a third finger she nearly climbed up the wall, her teasing temporarily halted by the increased pleasure in her core. She cried out with lustful passion as he kept at her overly sensitive hole.

Robin looked up at him as she wrapped her fingers around his half stiff cock and squeezed.

“Get on your knees.” she growled, squeezing tighter and then letting go to push the taller man’s shoulders down into a kneeling position.

Brian complied without so much as a sound of protest. He kept his fingers inside of her as he kissed her bruised hips over to her mound and down to her hard little nub. It was the first time he was going to taste her sex and her smell engorged his cock as he flicked the nub with his tongue. She groaned in response, her hands still on his bony shoulders.

His beard tickled her lips as he sucked on her clit with fervour. Her nails dug into him as her breath became shorter. Brian’s fingers were rubbing the spot she had showed him and his lips had her button trapped.

Robin leaned her head back against the shower wall, panting. He was going to make her cum again and she wanted him to. She could finally admit that, knowing that afterwards he would be leaving. She’d use him a little longer and then turn him out.

His teeth brought her back to the present, making her gasp loudly and her body react with another groan. He was then greeted by a rush of cream as she climaxed powerfully. She shook around his fingers and under his lips until her cries had turned to whimpers.

Robin looked down at him over her heaving chest, seeing his prick standing painfully at full attention. She patted him on the shoulder twice and stepped out of the shower as she peeled off her soaked blouse and dropped it on the bathroom floor.

She left him in there with the water on, on his knees. She didn’t look back as she dried her hair with a towel and went into the bedroom.

Despite the water still being warm it felt cold on Brian’s back. The ache in his loins hurt worse and worse with each little throb as he still had her taste on her lips. His mind was numb as the droplets of water ran down his panting face.

As his breath slowed, his groin still ached, but his mind cleared. Brian wasn't ready to walk out and leave. He wasn't ready to give up the things that he had here. He wasn't ready to let go of her. She had regained her confidence and had taken from him much that he had taken from her over the past day.

Brian stood up and cracked his neck. No, he was not leaving and she needed to know that. When he stalked out of the room she was still in her towel approaching the closet. He rushed up behind her and slammed her into the door, gripping a bunch of her hair and turning her head towards his.

He hissed through his teeth, “I am here to stay, little bird, and you know deep down you want me to.” His grip didn't loosen as she whimpered under it. He pulled her by her hair over to the bed and bent her over its side.

Brian ripped the towel off of her small form and leaned his entire weight onto her until his breath was on her ear and she felt his hard cock resting between her asscheeks.

“You’re lying to yourself if you think I’m not good enough for you. That I’m not exactly what you want. What you need.” Each statement was punctuated by his knee widening her stance as she trembled under him.

Instead of plunging his shaft into her he used his free hand to rub his head lightly against her lips. She was wet and it made him want to go to town on her but he held his place. His other hand had not let up on her hair, turning her head to the side a little more so she was forced to look at his face while hers was pressed onto the bed.

He could feel her body tense under him as he teased her entrance. Her eyes were wide and completely on him. They betrayed her just as her swollen lips did. She wanted this. She wanted him. Her words continued on with the lies though.

“B-Brian listen, I told you earlier. Y-you’re free to leave. I’ll give you money, food, clothes. Y-you don't have to keep d-doing this.”

He didn't answer her, instead he pressed only his head between her lips. Her gasp and hushed moan contradicted her words even worse than her eyes did.

“Stop lying, Robin. Tell me what you want.”

She stammered, “I-I want you to stop and I want you to leave.” Her voice wavered.

When he pulled his head back out she whimpered. He eased it back in again slowly.

“Do you honestly want me to leave right now?” he repeated the motion and she responded with another whimper.

She tried to turn her head into the bed but he jerked her head back by her hair.

“Do you?” he growled again, letting another inch inside her. He felt her flex her walls, trying to coax him in further.

She groaned and shook her head which made both his cock twitch in her and a flash of rage show through his eyes. Brian pulled her to a standing position which made his cock slide further into her. She moaned aloud, unable to stop it.

He brought his other hand around her wide, pale waist and brought his fingers to her nub. It was hard under his fingers as he toyed lightly with it, making her moan again.

“That wasn't an answer. Try again.” he pinched her clit, forcing a gasp out of the older woman.

“N-no..” she finally gasped as he pinched and rolled her clit. Finally hearing the truth he slowly moved his shaft inside her by pressing his hips into her.  Robin moaned in frustrated relief.

He let her enjoy this for another minute before he spoke again.

“Do you want me to stop giving you what you’ve denied yourself for years? The pleasure I’ve given to you?” his fingers kept at her clit as he lightly grazed his teeth on the back of her shoulder. “How I’ve brought life back into your eyes after being dead all these years? How I’ve made your cunt gush in ecstasy, much like you want it to now. Do you want that to end, Robin?”

He could feel her body tremble against his and he slowed his thrusts to an even more maddening pace.

She groaned again, trying to press herself down on his shaft but every time she did he pulled back, denying her what she needed most.

She still wouldn't answer him so he slowed to a stop. Robin whined in protest as his fingers abandoned her tingling nub as well.

“Please Brian…” she pleaded quietly, the noise barely above her heavy breath.

“What was that?” he brought his teeth across the nape of her neck again, savoring her desperate state.

Robin whimpered again, shaking and unable to beg him for more. It went against everything she had said and resolved to do. When his hand cupped her soft, supple breast she sighed again. His rough fingers teased her areola and her nipple as he waited for her to talk. Brian was not the most patient man in the world and having half his cock inside her wet velvet lips made it almost impossible to control himself but he did anyway. She was caving right there, ever so slightly. Not enough though.

He finally let go of her hair and found her other breast, playing with them both as she quivered between his hands and his chest.

“I don't want this to end. You’ve made me feel like I was worth something. That I had a place in this world again”, slowly he resumed his thrusts, making her moan again.

“I’ve seen what I can do to you, and I know how much more I could do if you’d let me”, he pulled both of her nipples and made her hiss through her teeth and fall into another whimper.

“Tell me now that you don't feel the same way. Tell me that you lied to your dear neighbors about me because I didn't deserve to go to jail and not because of how I make you feel.”

He kissed her neck as he returned his hand to her clit and he started fully thrusting inside her. She squirmed and moaned as he finally was giving her what she needed.

Robin still did not answer. What he was saying was partially true, somewhere deep down inside her, but she couldn't admit to it. She couldn't give him that, even as her will to resist was crumbling down with each stroke he took.

Her eyes were closed as she exposed more of her neck for his kisses to cover. She moved her hands over his on her clit and she helped him play with herself. Just as her breath began to catch Brian withdrew from her slit and turned her around, pressing her downward onto the bed on her back. His cock throbbed and ached. He needed release just as badly as she did, but he had to hold off a little longer.

She was trembling on the bed and whimpering. He had stopped touching her while he climbed onto the bed between her legs. He stopped while his body hovered over hers, close enough that she could feel his heat eminate off of his body while his elbows were on either side of her face. His face was the only thing that she could see.

He whispered, hovering just above her lips with his own. “Tell me, Robin. Do you want me to go?”

She bit her own lip as her hands closed the small distance between their chests to run down his. His chest hair had grown softer but his skin was still leathery from all those years outside. She could count each rib as she brought her fingers down to his hips. Her eyes stayed on his as she located his cock, slick with her own juices. He gasped when she grabbed it and groaned when she squeezed it slightly.

He allowed her to wrap her legs around him and guide his shaft back into her slit. Both of them moaned in desire and relief as he bottomed out in her. She held him tight, deep inside her. Her eyes still showed intense conflict and as he brushed some hair out of her face and cupped her cheek in his hand, one side caved, hard.

She pulled his head down and kissed him with a newfound passion, one that made him moan into her mouth as she started to thrust upwards to meet his pelvis. His hand moved behind her own head and held her there, both eyes closed and losing his own self control. When she pulled back from the kiss, resting her head fully in his hand, her eyes locked onto his. They were dreamlike in a way, a look that mirrored his own.

“I don’t want you to go Brian. I want you to stay here with me. You’ve made me come back to life and I want to keep on living.”

Their lips locked again and he started to move with her, burying himself inside her with both his tongue and his cock. His hand tugged on her hair until she groaned. Both of them had trouble breathing, they were more focused on each other than their own body’s needs.

Brian was having trouble keeping his own orgasm at bay as Robin’s body spasmed under him and her pussy clamped down around his shaft over and over. He had to bite his lip hard to stop himself and his brow was covered in sweat as the woman beneath him moaned and writhed in absolute bliss.

Once she started to breathe again he began thrusting inside her harder, making her groan. Her slit was so sensitive that each thrust sent new waves of tingling sensations through her body.

He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, forcing a whimper out of the older woman. He grunted as he fought his own urges to coat her insides and he squeezed her wrists harder.

“Tell me that you want to cum again, little bird. Tell me that you like it when I’m rougher with you. You’ve liked it almost every time I’ve had my way with you, haven’t you? Do you crave that roughness?”

He withdrew and flipped her over again, keeping her hands pinned above her head. This time he brought his cock between her cheeks and grazed her asshole. He felt her entire body tense up and her breath catch.

“B-Brian do not do that!!” She gasped and tried to pull away as he teased his wet head at her rim. He didn’t let her squirm very far away before he lowered his aim and slid right back into her cunt.

She made a small noise of relief that turned into a grunt as he slammed into her harder than before. He had one hand holding her shoulder as the other had her wrists and he pulled himself into her faster and harder. Robin let her face sink into the bed as she groaned, trying to handle this rapid change of pace.

His hand that was on her shoulder gripped her hair and ripped her head back until her back arched, his other hand letting go of her hands to grip her chin.

“Tell. Me. Now.” he demanded as he thrust into her giving each syllable extra emphasis.

“I-I do l-like it, Brian. W-when you’re rougher with me. It’s n-new and thrilling.” She admitted, a whimper still caught in her throat. He lifted off her and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees. When Robin tried to get onto her hands he shoved her face into the mattress and told her sternly to stay down.

He held her wide hips as he fucked her harder, fearing that he’d cum before she did. Trying to avoid this he growled over her “Rub your clit, little bird. Fly for me while you’re on my cock.”

Her hand moved the second he told her to to start touching herself. Her fingers brushed his cock that pumped inside of her as she rubbed and pinched her clit, which was hard and aflame with tingling need.

Robin moaned into the bed as she gave into all of the physical and emotional feelings that were swirling inside her. She let go of her anxieties and her apprehensions of life after her husband and of life itself. She only focused now on the man that was inside her and was quickly ushering her into another blissful state.  They were both broken people, but as their bodies were connected as one, so were their spirits.

Brian grunted and groaned louder. His thrusts were becoming irregular and more urgent as he couldn’t hold out much longer. He looked down at the woman below him, past her full, plump, jiggling ass down her slender yet soft back to her mess of dark hair and to her face which was paralyzed in between expressions of desire and bliss. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and he knew then he would never leave her side. He just had to get her to see that as well.

Robin’s wail and her bucking body snapped him back to now as she fell into another fit of orgasms and this time he couldn’t stop himself from joining her. Her slit gripped him and milked him for his cum as he let out a moan that matched her own in passion and relief. Brian emptied his balls into her womb, his legs shaking from the force of his climax. When he finished he stayed there for a few moments, bent over her smaller frame and resting his head on her back. He could hear and feel her heartbeat, her breath. He really did love her.

When he pulled out he moved over to the pillows and scooped up the smaller woman into his arms. He laid her on his chest as she whimpered from being so weak and still flooded with endorphins and he stroked her back with his fingers. They laid like that with their eyes closed and their chests heaving until both had quieted. Robin fell asleep first with her hand holding his shoulder, keeping herself close to his chest and inside his embrace. He kissed her forehead and smelt her hair as she slept before drifting off himself.

Brian woke up a few hours later with the moonlight shining down on the bed. The soft light illuminated Robin’s peaceful face. He had never seen her so at ease in the short time that he had known her. Her features were softer with age but she retained her beauty and body like a fine wine. Looking at her he knew that he wanted to drink that wine for the rest of his life.

Her arm was still draped over him and her breath was soft and even. He picked up her wrist and slowly moved her onto her back. She shifted around once but remained asleep. Careful not to jostle the bed too much Brian moved down to the end of the bed and gently parted her legs. She resisted a little in her sleep but after a short pause he had widened them enough to lay down between them.

Her pale thighs were glowing in the moonlight, lit landingstrips aimed at her pink oyster. Her hole almost as beautiful as she was and he licked his lips greedily. Instead of going straight for her treasure Brian started on the inside of her leg. He kissed and nibbled lightly. Before she had a chance to move he had both his hands on her knees, ready to stop any involuntary movement as he progressed his way up her legs.

When he made it to her mound he blew hot breath onto her slit. He grazed her lips with his own before starting to trail down her other leg. By this time Robin had begun to stir, little sighs escaping her lips and her eyes fluttering.

Brian had made it partway down her leg when she was fully awake, lifting herself up to see what he was up to. He shushed her and bit her leg gently until she laid back down with a quiet moan. His ascent was slower and he could hear in her breath she was anticipating where he’d go.

What she didn't expect was his first lick to go from her bud over her taint and finishing with a flick on her clit. It forced a surprised gasp out of her. His tongue returned to the bottom of her slit, dipping inside as he ran it up and down her length until she squirmed and widened her legs. Brian brought his lips up to her clit, trapping her bud between them and sucking on it.

Robin arched her back in another moan, looking down at his redhead stuffed between her legs. She reached down and gripped his hair, holding him close to her sex as her lips parted in a sigh. His mouth was so loving and tender, she didn't want him to stop. Brian stayed where she wanted him, slipping between her folds with each lap of his tongue. Her thighs came to rest on his shoulders, trying to pull him closer still. He kissed the tender between her legs for some time before rising up to look at her in the moonlight. His chin was dripping with her fluid as he asked quietly "Do you think you'll behave every night from now on or will I have to lock you up again?' Robin met his gaze and sighed, his insecurities would never really go away but she tugged on his hair to bring her up to her face. She kissed his cream soaked lips intimately as the head of his cock slipped inside her flower oncemore. Once he bottomed out in her they moaned in unison. 

"I don't know.." she whispered honestly "You might've found a ittle bird that requires caging once in a while Seargant Brian.."

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