She looked up at him, looking around to see if anyone was looking. Her pussy was
wet, wishing she could take a break with Michael behind the building. “I can be real
naughty.”
“I’m sure you can,” Michael said, kissing her neck, seeing the goose bumps appear
instantly. As well as two perky nipples pushing out the front of her uniform. “I hate to
leave you in such a state.”
“You can make it up to me. Soon.” She watched him as he walked out. She knew it
would be Michael in her head when she masturbated tonight. Maybe she would try out the
handcuffs on her ankles, spreading her legs to her bedposts. It would be good practice
for when she saw Michael again.
* * *
Charlotte didn’t know what had happened. She had forgotten her blush case on the
table. She picked it up and as she turned to go back out, something was thrust over her
mouth. Large hands encircled her, pinning her arms to her sides. She felt her legs
leaving the floor, picked up like she weighed ten pounds and hustled out the back door.
No one was in sight as she passed through the kitchen, almost as if it were cleared out on
purpose. She was thrown into the back of a white van, another large man pouncing on her
as she hit the hard floor of the van. The door was shut and the van sped off, Charlotte
fighting to breathe, a heavy body holding her pinned to the floor of the van. It was dark
in the van, powerful hands pulling her arms behind her back, Charlotte powerless to do
anything but comply. She felt the cold metal on her wrists and the crisp snap as the
metal fit snuggly over her slender wrists. Her hands were released, Charlotte tugging on
the cuffs, finding her arms securely pinned behind her. She was at least grateful that he
got off of her, hands running up and down her naked legs as she lay face down on the floor
of the van. She couldn’t do anything, trembling in fear. Did they kidnap me for ransom?
Charles had talked to her about it once, afraid that because of their wealth he would be a
target, never even thinking that it would be Charlotte. She tasted the gag, the cloth
making her mouth dry as it soaked up all her spit. Darkness overcame her, a blindfold put
over her eyes. The hands returned to her legs, Charlotte trying to kick them away, but
the hands were everywhere. When she tried to close her legs, they moved slowly up between
them, pinching her flesh until she relented. They freely explored the soft flesh of her
inner thighs, the calloused hands rubbing hard on her soft skin. She feared them as they
moved up higher, but they stopped before they got too high up. But they didn’t stop
moving, only moving back down to her knees and then back up again, each time more pressure
put on her thighs until she found herself face down, her legs spread wide. Am I going to
be raped?
The van slowed down, a loud noise like a garage door opening, then it moved in, the
door closing this time. The van stopped, the door of the van opening nosily. She
couldn’t see anything, but then she felt hands on her. Hands grabbed her hips, raising
them up until she was on her knees. A hand pushed down on her back until her face was
pushed back onto the hard floor. A slap on her ass, then the hands returned between her
thighs, pushing them apart until her legs were splayed wide. She was on her knees, doggy
style, expecting to be raped at any moment now. She could only imagine how she looked,
the cool air blowing on her naked legs, her skirt riding high up. She felt hands rubbing
her thighs again, slowly snaking up between her legs, Charlotte trembling as they moved
closer to her pussy. They stopped before they touched her panties, but she could feel
them so close, never stopping, making small circles on her flesh as though they were
trying to tease her. It kept up for at least five minutes, moving back down to lightly
touch the skin of her thighs, then back up, stopping just short of her pussy, Charlotte’s
nerves on edge each time. Expecting the worst. And then it stopped, hands grabbing her
wrists and pulling her up, yanking her as she was pulled from the van, Charlotte
struggling not to fall down.
She could hear the echo as she was marched down a long hallway, her heels clicking
on the floor as she struggled to keep up with the fast pace of her captor. She was
stopped and then shoved, a door slamming behind her, her captor leaving her alone. She
could only hear her own breathing. She waited, not sure what to do. Foot steps walked
toward her, Charlotte bracing for him.
He took off her blindfold, standing in front of her, waiting for her reaction.
She was temporarily blinded when the blindfold came off, the bright lights glaring
in her eyes. Then her eyes adjusted, Charlotte almost wishing she still had the blindfold
on. In front of her was a man, a black leather mask covering most of his face, only holes
for his eyes, nose and mouth. It fit over his head like a second layer of skin. He was
naked from the waist up, a hairy, chiseled chest that looked like he spent all day in a
gym. His arms were bulging with muscles, his hands huge. She blushed when she looked
down, a form fitting pair of leather pants almost glued to his body, none more than his
crotch, his cock, even his balls outlined in the black leather. And he was big and erect,
the possibility of being raped growing exponentially. She watched as he reached over,
pulling off the gag. She sputtered, spitting out the bits of cloth still filling her
mouth. She didn’t say a word, not daring to.
“I like that, not talking. I picked you because you’re smart. Not just
intelligent, but smart. That and your lovely body. As you saw, you make my cock hard.”
He looked at her, her eyes opened wide in terror, but she still managed to keep her
demeanor. “I have special shows that people pay astronomical amounts of money to watch.
Not fake shows, but real life. It involves bondage and forced sex. That is why you were
captured. You are my next victim. It doesn’t matter what you do, you will suck and fuck
until I tire of you. And you will be bound in unimaginable ways, your body stripped naked
and displayed in the most humiliating and obscene manner. All for the enjoyment of my
select clientele. You will survive, though a little worse for the wear. You will be
released like the others. You can talk of what happened to you, but as soon as you do,
multiple tapes of your show will begin to show up on the most pornographic sites, passed
from site to site until you are the top porn star on the Internet. And you’ll be
surprised at how many of your friends will have seen you performing in such a professional
manner. And they still will not find me. I’m very good at what I do and I have done it
for many years. It’s just lately that I desire more high-profile women. My customers are
always demanding more from my shows.” He let it sink in. “You can talk now, but I can
assure you that begging will do you no good. The show starts in twenty minutes so there
is not much time for chit-chat.”
She didn’t know what to say, his words shocking her into a reality that she didn’t
know existed. Yes, she had heard of bondage, but she was going to be raped by him while
others watched and taped. And he expected her to submit and keep quiet about it. And in
twenty minutes it was to begin. “I don’t know what to say,” Charlotte dumbfounded for
words.
“That’s better; I can find a much better use for your mouth. And don’t worry,
anything you don’t know how to do, I will instruct you. Just follow my directions.”
That was the end of the conversation, Charlotte hustled off to the room next door
before she knew what happened.
* * *
Michael sat in the living room, waiting for Susan to come in. She was the wife of
the grocery-store billionaire. He looked around the lavishly furnished house; this summer
home in La Jolla must have cost at least 20 million bucks. Charles Barcelona did
everything he said he would do only quicker, Michael finding himself with an appointment
to see Susan within half an hour. He wasn’t surprised by her beauty when she walked into
the room, looking even younger than her 30-year-old age. He stood up, surprised that she
had such a firm handshake. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
She looked at him, every bit as handsome as she had found out about him ten minutes
ago. Her husband was insistent that she talk to him, in spite of Susan not going to tell
him anything more than she told the police. Which was nothing. “Your employer is very
insistent, though I think you are wasting your time. As I told the police, I don’t
remember anything until I woke up in my own bed. The police said they must have used
something like that date-rape drug on me. It takes away your short-term memory.” She sat
down, her short skirt riding high up her legs, crossing them slowly as if she were teasing
him. His eyes were on her legs as she crossed them.
“I thought maybe something came back to you. With date-rape drugs, sometimes the
memory comes back months or years later. Even the smallest detail could help find
Charlotte.” Michael looked into her eyes. If there was one thing that he was good at, it
was reading women’s minds. And this one was hiding something.
“I was jumped from behind, someone very powerful pinning my arms to my side. There
must have been more than one, because someone forced a gag in my mouth before I could
scream. I was thrown into a van of some sort, white, I think. Then I was blindfolded.
And that was the last thing I remember. I woke here and it was like I had a bad dream. A
nightmare.” She tried to put it out of her head, but she was always looking around, to
see if they would come back for her again. The one had made her do perverse things. And
to make her shame all the worse, he had forced her to cum while doing it. That is what
scared her the most. Not that they would make her do it again, but she would enjoy it.
She still felt the humiliation of cumming while the unseen people watched her from their
privacy. And she still had the DVD, though she watched it with less frequency now. She
had masturbated while watching it too many times, the humiliation too much.
If only he could read her mind, sure that she was thinking of what happened to her.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t help us.” He handed her his card. “Call me if you think of
anything. Or if I can help you.”
She let him out, glad that he was gone. She felt sorry for Charlotte, at the same
time she was jealous of her. She went up to her bedroom, taking off her clothes and
laying naked in the center of the bed. She brought her legs up and spread them wide,
gazing back at her reflection off the mirror she had set up. She pushed the button and
the television came to life with her picture. She was standing there, her arms stretched
out to the sides, bound to two posts. He was behind her, Susan already feeling his hands
on her breasts as her own hand slid down between her legs, finding her pussy drenched in
anticipation. She masturbated for over three hours, teasing herself but refusing to allow
herself to cum until the final scene, cumming just as he came in her on the screen. She
could almost feel his cum jetting deep in her ass as she came from her solo masturbation.
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