Free Frog by Claire Thompson Page A

would kiss in his car until their lips were chapped and crashing together. She never let him go further, though now she wished she had. He was the boy she still thought of during those rare times when she masturbated alone in her efficiency apartment. He was the one she could orgasm to, but he was long gone. Her only true love, as she thought of him, but he too had grown tired of her. She wasn't cool enough or wild enough to suit him and he had moved on, leaving her heart broken and more closed and guarded than ever.
    But the real reason she almost looked forward to Robert's rape was because he had told her it would be in his bed. He said he didn't want to fuck her in her room on the hard floor. He would take her in the master bed.
    Brenda brought her there, her grip tight on Jane's upper arm as she steered her along the plush carpeted hallway. She pushed her along in front of her as they entered, and Jane suddenly felt like a concubine in

    some medieval tale, being brought by the royal steward as an offering to the king.
    Brenda forced Jane to kneel in front of Robert, who was lying resplendent in his hairy nudity atop the satin sheets, cock already in hand and hard as rock.
    As Robert fondled himself, Brenda sat on the edge of the bed and reached out a hand to stroke his cock for him. They ignored the naked young woman at their feet for a moment. Jane dared to look around the room. It was beautiful, decorated in teal blues and greens. It was bigger than Jane's whole apartment!
    Furtively she glanced around, noticing a large low vanity of cherry maple with a huge round mirror set above it. Strewn casually over its surface were any number of beautiful pairs of earrings and glittering bracelets. One bracelet in particular caught her eye; it seemed to be encrusted with diamonds and rubies set in what must be platinum. It was the loveliest thing Jane had ever seen.
    Her attention was diverted from the jewels when Robert said, "Come here, frog. It's your lucky day at last." He held out his hand, beckoning her to him and, knowing she had no choice, Jane rose and sat tentatively on the edge of the bed. She averted her face; she was uncomfortable and embarrassed to see Robert naked like this.
    She was also very nervous, knowing he was going to 'fuck' her now, and with Brenda watching and no doubt keeping a running commentary. Her face was impassive though, as she lay down at their command, barely taking up any room on the huge bed. Jane was finally beginning to learn to mask her feelings, her face as blank as a slate.
    They were under the impression that Jane was a virgin, and Jane wasn't about to disabuse them. In fact, in spirit she was a virgin, having never been truly 'claimed' by a man. Now she lay quietly, passively, waiting for whatever was coming. She had been training herself in relaxation techniques, though she didn't know that was what she was doing. It was really a matter of survival, of keeping her sanity in an insane situation.

    She would mentally shut out what was going on; she would leave, 'fly away' as she thought of it. Her mind would zone out on what was happening to her body. She could still feel the pain, of course, but somehow she was able to control that edge of terror. She was learning to cope, she realized, with her bizarre situation.
    She was a little frightened of Robert's huge cock, but less so than by a whipping or beating. At least a woman's body was made for this, she reasoned with herself. And she had been allowed out of her room and onto this heavenly bed! She had grown used to her hard, cramped cage and could fall off to sleep with little trouble now. This bed seemed impossibly soft. The sheets were crisp and cool. A maid had probably put these sheets on just this morning, expertly tucking in the corners and then smoothing it down with a practiced hand. Someone who came into this house. Someone who obviously didn't know they kept a prisoner locked in a tiny room! Someone who might help her escape?