Chapter 4

The next morning Samantha was jarred awake by Cindy bouncing up and down on the bed calling for her to wake up. "Come on mommy, wake up. We need to go make breakfast before Jimmy wakes up!" She almost corrected Cindy to call him James, but remembered he was Cindy's Jimmy. While she was not an educated woman she was not stupid. She began to realize it was only because of Cindy the she was no longer trapped in that roach infested hell hole with that drunken asshole.

She got out of bed, grabbed a pair of panties from the dresser, went into the bathroom relieved her aching bladder, ran a brush through her hair and brushed her teeth. Cindy went to the closet and picked her mother out a simple but silky nightgown. Samantha put the gown on, and removed the tag attached to the sleeve. It was a little short and snug in the chest, but it felt good to wear something nice, clean and new. She giggled at the thought that James probably wasn't the second had clothes shopping kinda guy. She gave herself a quick glance in the mirror, took in a deep breath and headed downstairs.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw James and Cindy already in the kitchen. Cindy sat at the table in her pajamas drinking a glass of orange juice. James was busy making coffee, wearing only simple black pajama pants that appeared to be painted on his ass. She marveled at his rippling back muscles and the perfect "V" his thin waste and broad shoulders made. Her mind flashed to the previous night and she felt herself getting wet. An eternity seemed to pass as she watched him move about the kitchen, before his head turned and their eyes met. "Good morning." he said. Her face flushed and her heart skipped a beat. She replied in kind and as he reached into a cabinet to pull out a pan she nearly panicked.

She all but ran to the kitchen calling to him, "Please James let me do that."

"It's ok, I've got it." He replied, placing the 2 cast iron skillets on the stove.

"No please, sir. That's my job." The words left her mouth before her brain even registered what she was saying. Within minutes the cabin smelled like a country kitchen should.

Just yesterday, she had made the decision to stay alive and serve James, and by extension, serve Cindy. Now here she stood at the stove preparing sausage gravy, Pillsbury Grands biscuits and fried eggs for the three of them. All the while making mental notes for a grocery list of things missing from the fridge, pantry and spice cabinet. Her momma had taught her how to manage a kitchen, as a proper wife should, she had said. Tears began to form in her eyes. As she realized that on the surface, she could never have hoped to have this good of a life. A rich handsome man with an incredible body and an unbelievable cock that accepted and loved her baby girl, even knowing how she came to be.

She swore at that moment she would do whatever it took, no matter what he asked of her. She swore to herself that she would not fuck this up. She knew he would never truly love her, but a then again what man ever had loved her worthless fat ass. It didn't matter she'd live through worse her whole life. She would worship the ground he and Cindy walked on if that's what it took. Hell she would sell her soul, just to keep this.

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James woke with a raging hard on. All night dreams of big tits, asses and all sorts of perverse shit kept him tossing and turning. He was glad Cindy was already up and out of bed as he went to the en-suite to relieve his bladder. He thought of taking Samantha back downstairs to his private room, but he couldn't risk Cindy finding out about that. He heard her upstairs talking to her mother about something or other that looked cute. So he made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee when Cindy came bounding down the stairs, ran up to him and jumped into his arms calling out his name. He pulled her into a bear hug and pretended to nibble on her neck, causing her to giggle and squirm in his arms.

"Alright Little Miss Cindy-Lou. How about some orange juice?" He asked as he plopped her down into one of the kitchen table chairs.

"Pleeease." She replied with a great big smile.

He set the cup in front of her and turned to make coffee, when he heard the creaking of the stairs. Pretending to not notice the approaching Samantha while he went about finishing the coffee and getting ready to make breakfast. He hoped she realized that every action or inaction of hers was being scrutinized to the Nth degree. Today she would rise to the challenge of service and servitude or he would be forced to make her comply. Either way, the choice was hers, but for Cindy's sake he hoped she would comply.

When he realized she was frozen on the last stair, he turned to her and said good morning. Her cheeks turned a bright red. 'Almost as red as her ass is going to be when I am done with it tonight', the thought entered he mind totally unbidden. He felt blood rush to his cock and had to look away, so he bent over to get the pans ready for breakfast. She stopped him and took over. One thing was sure, this was a true country girl who knew her way around a kitchen, and how to entice a man in the process. The short night gown rode up on her glorious ass every time she bent down or reached up to get something out of a cabinet. Her lack of bra allowed her tits to move freely and her nipples to stand proud.

James sat back with his coffee in hand and enjoyed the show. He joked to himself, some people enjoyed dinner theater, but he preferred this breakfast burlesque. Cindy got up from the table saying she need to use the bathroom, giving the adults a few minutes to themselves. James was about to discuss the plans for the day, when Samantha unknowingly cut him off. Tears streaming down her cheeks.

"James I know the only reason I'm here is for Cindy. An' I don't queshion that. I know I bin a terrible mother an' all, an' I know you hate me fer it. I git it! But you gotta know, I'll do anythin' and everythin' I can to make you happy an' to try to make it up to Cindy. I ... I... I'm beggin' you, please gimme a chance. I know I can be a good woman." She paused to take a breath before continuing, "An' if'n that's not enough, I'll be yer slave until the day I die."

He was speechless, he would have never thought she would be to this point already. He figured she would fight him for a while until the futility of it became apparent to her dumb ass. Maybe he misjudged her. And if he had misjudged her, could she be trying to deceive him now? But her tears seemed real enough and it sounded like she truly comprehended the situation correctly.

After some thought he responded, "Samantha, you have a lot to prove to me and even more amends to make to that little girl, it's gonna take time." he paused, thinking carefully about his words. His compassion and contempt fighting for dominance in his brain. "I believe you are sincere, and I hope you are being honest with yourself as well. I am not exactly sure where all this leads to. But I am pretty sure you will become a combination of my woman and my slave. Cindy needs her mother. She also deserves and needs a healthy environment to heal from all the bullshit you let happen. The fact that she still loves you goes a long way in my book. But for now we will take it day by day, hour by hour." They stared at each other lost in their own thoughts for a moment before they heard the toilet flush and quickly composed themselves.

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Their breakfast was delicious. Afterwards, as the girls were cleaning up, Jimmy called to Cindy and motioned for her to come sit next to him. He had a very serious look on his face and it made her a little nervous.

"Cindy i need to ask you a few things, ok? Now remember, be honest, ok?" She thought his eyes sparkled as he spoke.

"Yes sir." She answered.

He continued, "Now you've been here for a few days and I've let you sleep in my bed because I wanted you to feel safe. Are you ok with moving upstairs to the bedroom you used to stay in?"

She thought about it for a minute, and asked, "Yes sir. I'll be fine. How long we gonna be staying before me an' momma go back to the trailer?"

"Well, that's kinda the next thing I wanted to talk to you about." As soon as he had said this he could see hope in her eyes quickly replaced with fear, so he quickly continued, "This part is kind of complicated, but how about ... forever?" Her eyes became as big as saucers and she jumped into his lap, knocking her chair over in the process. Her screech threatened to pierce his eardrums as she wrapped he arms around his neck and started to cry. After a minute or so she let him loose and ran to her mother hugging her and thanking her.

James' commanding voice cut through the hysteria. "But..." he let it hang there until she had calmed and turned to face him still holding her mother. "Your mother and I have a lot of adult things we need to work out, and we will need to meet with some lawyers and doctors and stuff like that. So we may have to leave you here alone while we conduct business, Are you alright hanging out up here by yourself sometimes?" She nodded her head.

"Great, so listen. I need to go take care of some business today. While I'm gone I need you two put your pretty little heads together and come up with a grocery list and anything else you need that I missed. Unfortunately we won't be able to retrieve anything from the trailer. I read online that after we left it caught on fire and everything is gone." He paused to let that sink in and watch for any reaction. He was pleased to see that neither of them showed anything beyond mild surprise. Though he did see a hint of a smile cross Samantha's lips. He continued, "So if their are personal items you need, please add them to the list. Also, if their are any friends you want to contact to let them know you're ok, we can call them on my cell when I get back."

Cindy spoke up first,"I ain't got nobody's phone number, besides they prolly don't give a shit anyways."

"Language young lady." Samantha chided her. Sadly, she knew her daughter was right, and that she was in the same boat. "The only person I need to tell is my sister, but she's still locked up." Then she thought again and said, "Oh damn, without my phone she won't be able to call me." He eyes looked to him pleadingly.

"We'll get it figured out." He replied. "But I need to get going, it's a long drive, and I've got a lot to do."

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James sat in his truck, iPad in hand checking the security cameras he had networked around the cabin and the surrounding property. He wasn't entirely comfortable moving up his 'timeframe of trust' with Samantha, but this morning had been quite remarkable. He left them alone and awake. Patricia's Lexus in the garage and her keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. If Samantha chose to escape, he had given her the perfect opportunity, so he sat and watched, and waited with the patience God and the Corps instilled in a Marine sniper.

He spent three hours a click down the mountain watching as Samantha went through every cabinet in the kitchen, the pantry, the refrigerator, the laundry room, she went through every cabinet and closet calling out items for Cindy to add to the list.

When she had finished, she and Cindy moved the girls things upstairs to the other bedroom that Cindy would be taking over. As opposed to the queen size bed in the room she slept in, Cindy's had a full sized bed, a desk and a tv mounted on the wall opposite the bed. Once they had moved Cindy's scant belongings up to her new room she began to inventory the clothing they both needed having Cindy start a new list of the items notating the proper sizes for each article. She was surprised how well James' guesses had been, but he just a man, she thought. He can't be expected to get it all right on the first time. Besides she never found a bra that fit right either.

When they had finished making the list she and Cindy set about cleaning the house. It was nice to finally have proper cleaning supplies. It made things much easier.

James sat there, trying to comprehend what he was witnessing. Not only had she not tried to leave, but she was scrubbing the house clean. Hell, she was on her knees in front of the toilet in the master bathroom cleaning the base and under bowl. While she had Cindy wiping down the kitchen cabinets. What the actual fuck? He never saw this coming. The abysmal and frankly disgusting condition of the trailer made him assume she was a complete slob. Had he kidnapped the wrong woman?, he joked to himself.

A few minutes later she was collecting the trash from around the house and followed Cindy out to the garage and put it in the cans next to the Lexus LX. His heart almost stopped when she and Cindy began to obviously converse about the vehicle, Samantha even opening the doors to look inside. "Oh fuck, here we go." He said aloud to himself. As the girls walked back inside Samantha grabbed the keys hanging from the hook as James simultaneously started the engine of the truck. As he put it in gear he watched as she put the key into the deadbolt, locked the garage door and returned the keys to the hook.

James finally understood the term flabbergasted. He had intentionally set her up for failure, just to have her pass his test beyond any measure he could have imagined. Dare he take the next step? He was unsure. And it didn't help that he'd had a hard on the past 2 hours watching her magnificent tits and ass bounce around the house as she cleaned everything from top to bottom. Speaking of bottom, he couldn't wait any longer to get his hands on that ass. "Fuck it!" He said as he put the truck in gear and flew down the mountain to the nearest convenience store for a pack of condoms. The middle aged lady behind the counter seemed embarrassed when he asked her questions about quality and sizes available. He had never really used one as Patricia was on the pill. He finally decided on non-latex, large. The lady set a box of 3 on the counter, with a smirk on his face he said, "Better give me two." As she turned to retrieve the second box he looked down at the candy lining the front of the counter and grabbed a 4 pack of Reese's for Cindy and a large back of Peanut M&Ms for himself. He swiped his card and headed out.

Fifteen minutes later he pulled up to the cabin in a cloud of dust following the truck up the road. He jumped out of the truck, shutting it way harder than he intended and literally jumped over the stairs to the porch, flinging open the front door. Cindy had heard him coming, as he raced up the mountain and watched him bolt up the stairs in one bound. When he slammed the front door her heart raced in fear. This wasn't her happy Jimmy, this looked like pissed off Jimmy.

He looked at Cindy and asked, "Where's your mother?" His voice rushed and with gruff edge.

"Upstairs in the shower." She meekly replied.

Images of her soap suds covered tits flashed through his mind. He tossed the candy to Cindy and told her to go downstairs to play because he need to talk to her mother. Then he bounded up the stairs taking them 3 at a time. A lifetime of conditioning had Cindy running down to the game room and turning up the volume on the TV to drown out the sounds of the beating she knew her mother was about to receive.

James stood in the the bathroom doorway stripping as he watched her wash rinse her hair. Hit glorious F cups on full display, her back arched and arms over her head making it appear that she was putting on a show for him. Her large pink areoles and nipples begging to be suckled. His eyes wondered down to her sexy little belly, hypnotic hip flair and her puffy bald mons. The cleft of her pussy crying for him to bury his face in her. He pulled open the shower door and stepped in.

Samantha heard the door open and was surprised to see James totally nude stepping in with his cock at full mast. Remembering the previous night she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his muscular ass and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She was just starting to loosen up enough to take him down her throat, when he pulled her up by her hair, bent over and hungrily devoured her mouth. She grabbed his cock and started stroking it, but felt him pull his hips away, gripped her shoulders and spun her around. Suddenly his hands were all over her, roughly squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and rubbing his hands all over her belly. All the while his lips and tongue explored her neck and ears. His cock pressed into her back just above her ass. She had never felt such ecstasy. She wasn't sure of the wetness she felt running down her thighs was from the shower or herself.

Suddenly he stopped, turned her around again and began kissing her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. His mouth continued its assault on her neck. He let go of her hair and with both hands began to maul her ass. Occasionally brushing a fingertip over her rosebud. The next thing she knew he grabbed both checks firmly and lifter her up so they were face to face. His rigid cock trapped between them. She wrapped her legs around him had tried to maneuver he hips to impale herself on him, but he squeezed her tighter and lifted her higher so he could enjoy her boobs with his mouth. His stubbled cheeks and chin gloriously rough against her tender flesh. Slowly she sank back down until her feel touched the shower floor and his embrace loosened. She leaned back and looked up at him, as their eyes met he said, "I dropped something on the way in. Pick it up."

There on the floor she saw a strand of condoms. She stepped past him and bent at the waist to pick them up. His hands immediately on her ass and pussy. He began sliding his fingers between her folds, massaging her clit, while his thumb played with her ass. She tore one of the packages open leaving it attached to the others and dropping them. She reached her arm behind her to hand him the rubber, remaining bent over in anticipation. After a few seconds she heard him getting frustrated with the damn thing. She turned around and dropped to her knees again and took the condom from his hands.

James was getting pissed at the rubber. How the hell does this thing go on? Damn it to hell it's ruining the mood. He felt his dick start to loose its rigidity. Luckily Samantha caught on to his frustration and turned around to assist. He was thankful, but also disappointed, she was perfectly bent over and soaking wet, just waiting for him to plow into her. But as her lips wrapped around him the blood-flow quickly returned and in seconds she had that damn rubber pulled all the way on. She stood, returned to her previously perfect position. He had to bend his knees in order to get into position, he felt her grab his dick from between her legs and guide him into her wet pussy.

Damn she was tight. If she wasn't so wet he would hurt her going in. As it was he had to give her time to adjust. After about ten slow and gradually deeper thrusts he was fully seated with his pubes smashed up against her beautiful pale ass. He drew back and started to pound into her pussy, her ass providing a soft cushion to his hips. With every thrust her ass giggled and she got louder and louder. "Fuck yes. Oh my god you feel so good. Fuck my little pussy. Oh fuuuuuucck!" She screamed as she came. Her orgasm drove him into a frenzy. He pounded her with everything he had, gripping her hips and pulling her to meet his thrusts. His whole world was watching that giggly ass as he pounded her as hard as he could.

Samantha had never been fucked like this. He was like a damn animal, pulling her off her feet by her hips to meet his thrusts. After her second orgasm ripped through her she nearly lost consciousness. He was relentlessly pounding into her, using her like a literal fuck doll. Just as she felt her third orgasm about to break through he drove deeper into her with a single thrust and she felt his cock spasm inside her pussy. It pushed her over the edge and she screamed a silent scream of pure pleasure. He follow up with two more of those extra deep thrusts and slowly let her back down onto her feet. Her knees collapsing as she slipped to the floor of the shower and into the fetal position her body shaking uncontrollably.

James was exhausted, he had never lost control like that before. With Patricia, their lovemaking was always mutual, civil. Passionate, yes, but this was different. This was a primal. And as he looked down at the barely conscious, shaking body at his feet, he felt like a damn god!

He reached down and pulled the damn condom off, dropping on the shower floor, and couldn't help think how much better it would have been flesh to flesh. He bend down, picked Samantha up and carried her to the bed, her body soaking wet and still shaking. He lay beside her, pulled the blanket over them and held her as they both drifted off.