The next 36 hours were something of a blur.

Courtney was a smart girl - she learned very quickly that any resistance, even with just her eyes or her general disposition, would merit a swift response that she’d regret, & so, while she may have loathed her situation, she grasped it’s dire nature & adjusted her behavior & demeanor accordingly. The first time I caught her subtly grinding her clit on the Magic Wand, I smirked triumphantly.

Amber & Courtney quickly settled into what I thought was a very curious dynamic. While I was present, & particularly after my cock had been in Courtney, Amber showed a brutal & sadistic side that I’d never seen, one which simultaneously aroused & terrified me - I fully expected her to torture Courtney to death in the midst of one of those rages. Yet when left to their own devices, such as when I was catching (or pretending to catch) a quick siesta or otherwise had removed myself from the equation momentarily, Amber’s demeanor changed - while still leaving no doubt as to who wielded the power, she was discernibly more gentle, almost tender.

It was during one of those moments when I pretended to nap that I cracked an eye open just enough to glance at the clock & decided we needed to decide Courtney’s fate. We left her chained spreadeagle to the bed, blindfolded, tape gagged, & with her earbuds playing Vivaldi while we retreated to the kitchen.

As I sipped my coffee & sat at the table, Amber leaned back against the counter; she was glowing & looked gorgeous in the morning sunshine. Even with her arms folded across her chest, my light blue button down shirt she’d thrown on fell open slightly, exposing the curve of her breasts & her neatly trimmed pubic hair just below the hem.

I smiled, locking eyes with her as I lit my cigarette.

“It’s been almost 48 hours since we grabbed Courtney... someone like her - young, pretty, white, college girl & athlete - they’ll be in a tizzy looking for her... we need to decide what we’re going to do with her”.

Amber’s always had a great poker face, so I studied her carefully. Her eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, but I couldn’t decide if it was because of what I’d said or that I was smoking, which she’d always hated.

“We can’t let her go” I said matter-of-factly as I flicked ash into the ashtray I’d brought in from the porch. “She can identify us, & even if we completely broke her, which we most certainly have not, if we cut her loose, at some point after she feels safe, tucked away in her own bed & eating mom’s cooking, someone... the cops, her family, one of her girlfriends... will get her to flip on us - & that can’t happen”.

“So” I continued, “that leaves us with two options: kill her or keep her”.

Amber didn’t flinch at the mention of either.

“Killing her is the easier option” I said as I absentmindedly played with the cigarette. “I can weigh her down & toss her in the lake... which should keep her out of the picture unless they drag the lake or her body slips free & bobs to the surface... at least until the next major drought. I could do it tonight - no one would know, & you could be back home as my alibi”.

“The alternative is we keep her. It would take some doing, & keeping her as a slave would be more work - on top of our... little hobby... which I fully intend to continue” I said with a smile. “I could convert the utility room in the basement over to something suitable, I think - soundproof, cameras, conceal the door - but it will take time... & we’d have to keep her stashed in the interim”.

I put out my cigarette. “So, what’s it going to be?”