Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 47

Five Years Ago

“Chad, can I talk to you.”

His eyes lift to hers. "Hello, Jenny. What is it?”

“I wanted to tell you, I'm leaving.”

“I ... kind of expected it.” His words come out all in a rush. “Jenny, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault….”

“When I first came here I thought I was in heaven. It's different now.”

“You’ll want the divorce of course.”

“Yes, I do. I want to be free. I want my life back.”

“Just send the papers. I'll sign whatever you need…. You can tell the lawyer to send the bill to me as well. I’ll pay it.” He bites down on guilt and shame, tries to focus. “What will you do?”

“I’m not sure. I'll probably go to the City. Find work. Take it from there.”

“When are you going?”

“Tomorrow. I just want to leave quietly. You won't tell anyone will you? Not yet anyway.”

“No, not if you don’t want me to. I won't tell anyone.”

*****

The following morning, she rises early, everything already packed. She thinks to leave alone but as she slings the rucksack over her shoulder and walks down the track, at the end, Chad is waiting for her.

“Let me carry that for you. Walk you to the bus stop.”

“I'd like that.”

They don’t talk much. What is there to say?

“Are you still angry with me?”

“I have my moments, but no mostly I'm not. I think maybe I should have done this a while ago. I thought I belonged here, but I don't. It’s best this way.”

The bus rumbles up, hissing as it stops. Chad slings the rucksack up onto the luggage rack.

“Have a good life Jenny. I hope you find someone you deserve.” He brushes her cheek. “I still think you're the most beautiful thing I ever saw. You take care.”

“You too.”

And with a grinding of gears, throwing dust into the air, the bus pulls away.

Chad stands and watches until it vanishes from sight.

*****

The Present

Getting in is easy, everything as planned.

At the door, I tap the buzzer. A muffled voice comes through and almost immediately, the door opens….

No sense of security….

It’s the Haswell woman. As she sees us, her face contorting, she tries to scream, but a pad of chloroform over her face muffles her voice and has her struggling weakly. Kjelle knocks her out properly with a jab from his hypo.

Where are the men?

In the background - the hiss of a shower running.

Leaving Magnus by the door keeping watch, pushing the Haswell woman inside with us, we enter, quickly.

And our Jennifer is there, but sitting at a desk, looking at a laptop screen.

As we enter, her expression of intense concentration morphs, horror and fury warring on her face, as she struggles to stand….

“Hello again, Jennifer,” I grin.

…. but she’s trapped between seat and desk and can’t disentangle herself before Gunther is on her.