Stolen

Part 6: Clean

There was a lot of work to be done; the now-deceased owners of the house hadn't kept it in good shape - although, they were robbers, Marilynn didn't exactly expect them to. All through the morning and afternoon, Everly made her do all sorts of cleaning, even dusting the base boards, while he remained in the kitchen downstairs. He took out the trash himself, probably because he didn't trust her to go outside in case she would escape. He was right.

Once she had wiped them, the windows were opened to air out the rooms. She was running through the bedroom carpet with a hand vacuum, unfortunately the only one in the house, when she heard Everly walk up behind her. She turned around and saw him holding his penis in his hand, his pants unzipped.
"Suck it," he told her. She hesitated, and he snapped, "Look, I don't care what Davis said about that. You're ready enough. I have ways of making you do this that would be way worse for you, so it's either that or you suck my dick now."

He stepped closer to her so that all his parts were in her face and she did her best not to lean away. Marilynn opened her mouth and put it around his cock. She figured she wasn't supposed to use her teeth, so she wrapped her lips around them and slid her mouth up and down his shaft.

"Go faster," Everly said irritably, and her efforts to do so must not have been good enough, because the next thing he did was grab her hair and move her head himself. He released her when she finally went fast enough on her own.

Was she supposed to use her tongue? She flicked it lightly over his tip and he groaned, clutching her shoulders, and suddenly pushing himself deeper into her. Marilynn couldn't breathe when he tried to make her deepthroat him and began gagging and choking in vain. She struggled to get away as he held her there until he squirted into her throat. Cum that she tried not to swallow filled her mouth.

Everly took his dick from her mouth and the rest spilled out. He zipped his pants back up and walked away as she spat the rest out, shuddering. "Clean that up!" he called back at her from another room.

Shakily, Marilynn stood up, stumbling to the bathroom. She grabbed a large wad of paper towel and wet it with soap and water then went back to the bedroom, vigorously scrubbing the spot on the carpet before going back to vacuuming.

Again Everly came in, to strip the bedsheets this time, and on his way out he told her, "There's an outfit for you to change into in the bathroom. Leave the door open." When she finished vacuuming, she looked into the bathroom, where folded on the counter was a small pile of clothes. She picked up each item, looking at them individually. There was a short-sleeved crop top, thong, push-up bra and a short skirt, all of which were black.

She washed cum and blood off her skin as best as she could and quickly changed into the outfit. On the side of the sink sat a pouch with a handful of cosmetics spilling out of it, probably having belonged to Ashlee. Marilynn glanced into the hallway before trying on a blood red lipstick. She settled for that as well as some dark eye shadow and liner.

She stopped to look in the mirror for the first time in weeks. The top was almost embarrassingly low-cut, and her cleavage was amplified by the stupid bra. From the side, though, she could see that her stomach still stuck out past her hips. She wrapped her arms around her waist, staring hollowly at the mirror.

Everly appeared and leaned against the doorway in a vampire costume, cape and all. She could even see fangs poking out from the corners of his mouth.

Being pinned by his gaze, she felt just as naked as before. He gestured for her to follow him before heading downstairs. There were several bowls of snacks such as pretzels, potato chips, a smaller one filled with Skittles, and punch. Marilynn helped him bring the bowls upstairs, and once she had set the last one down onto the living room table, he held out a vibrator to her.

She glanced up at him, unsure, then took it. "Put it in or I will," he threatened. She reached under her skirt, moving the thong aside and slowly pushing the vibrator through her entrance. She breathed out when it finally popped in.

Everly then grabbed her arm and led her to the hallway, shoving her against the wall and leaning in close. "The story is that you ran away with me. Nothing else." His voice had taken on the form of a hurried whisper. "Don't talk to anyone, even if they approach you first. You're mine, remember. Also, smile."

The doorbell rang and Everly looked up towards the entrance. He opened a door nearby and pushed her through.