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I was sitting in my van looking for my next victim. It was almost closing time at the mall the one with all the expensive stores that ordinary people never dream of going to not like wall mart with its cheep imported shirts this place you ordered you shirts custom made at 125 dollars apiece.

It was an unusually worm day for this time of year so no one was wearing a coat. That made it easier for me to pick out the next woman I wanted although the object of this kidnapping was money sometimes there were extra benefits.

I finally saw one that interested me she was probably in her early forties. Nice legs I could see from the short skirt she wore. She was carrying bags from top line store’s if she could shop at these places either he had money or her husband did the victory's secret’s bag was the one that caught my eye first.

She was walking through the parking lot by herself I didn’t see any one else around. I watched her as she went to the far end of the lot stopping at a new caddy. She opened the trunk and was putting her bags in as I pulled up next to her so the van shielded her from view I opened the side door and jumped out pushing her torso into the trunk she reached back to try and get my hands off her back that’s when I slapped the hand cuffs on her. She started to scream as I pulled her up by the hair and laid the knife across her throat telling her not to make a sound if she wanted to live.

I told her to get into the van once she was inside I picked the bags out of her trunk then closed it with my elbow so I won’t leave prints. I throw the bags into the van then climbed in after them she had scooted all the way to the back.

I reached up and grabbed a rope that hung from the top of the van and tied it around her legs. Then pulled it so her feet were touching the top of the van. I as when got a shot of her red panties before I slipped the cloth bag over her head tied it around her neck. Then got in the driver’s seat and we were off.

I wasn't really paying attention. I know, I know.. I should be more careful... But nothing ever has happened here, it's a safe and upscale place.

I am Sara, former trophy wife. I say former only because he has no more interest in sex with me, he is 25 years my senior. In fact we haven't had sex for many years... he much prefers sex with the 18 to 20 crowd. I was much too old to inspire any kind of lust in my husband.

My last affair ended over a year ago and frankly, it was a dismal failure. Better to forego sex all together than put up with what I did.

So, I spend my time spending my husbands money. Buying useless things.

Even shopping has paled and started to loose its allure.

So my mind was on other things as I opened the trunk. I didn't expect to be grabbed and have a knife held to my throat.

I don't know why I didn't void my bladder. I was so scared. He was a bully and mean and I'd fight, but I'm no match against a knife.

Fuck.

I felt him tie my legs and he hoisted me up like meat.

I struggled and cried and gagged when he put the bag over my head.

I drove my victim to my secluded house in the country just like all the rest of my victims. I could hear her crying in the back of the van on the way up here but once I stopped and shut the engine off she stopped.

I went to the back of the van climbed in and untied her legs she whimpered as her feet hit the floor. I pulled her by her legs till she was sitting on the back bumper. I gathered up all her bags then took her arm telling her to stand up.

I led her across the concrete drive way listening to the click of her high heels it’s a sound you don’t hear much anymore with women wearing slacks and gym shoes. When we got to the steps I told her we’re going up three steps she lifted her foot and felt for the first one once up the steps we walked across the porch to the door I opened it and led her in.

Once inside I led her to the sofa telling her to turn around when she did I pushed her down she gasped as she fell then just sat there.

He was none too gentle - but I talked myself into obeying for the moment.

It wasn't like I had a lot of option at the time.

I went up the stairs, trying not to trip and over the threshold of where ever we were.

It frightened me to death.. not knowing where I was and not knowing if anyone could hear me. I heard the wind in the trees outside, and I couldn't descern any particular identifying odor in here.

I think I am in horrible trouble.

I watch you sitting on the sofa. I sit down next to you and ask are you scared lady as I put my hand on your leg. You jump as I touch you and say yes “please don’t hurt me” I have money in my purse take it. You can drive me some place and just let me go I haven’t seen you or were we are so just take the money and let me go PLEASE?

Well let me see I say picking up your purse I rummage through it till I find your wallet. Opening it I see I have picked the right victim I count out six hundred in cash and at least fifteen credit cards. I put the money and cards in my pocket. Then take out your driver’s license.

Well let’s see here your name is Sara your 39 years old weight 125lb blond hair and blue eyes is this your address Sara I ask. Well you live in a pretty nice part of town now don’t you? You shake your head yes but don’t say anything.

Well Sara you’re going to be here for a while so just do as your told and you won’t get hurt you may even be able to go back to you old life understand you shake your head yes. Now I ‘m going to take this hood off so sit still. Your hair is a little messed up and there are dark lines running down your chicks from you crying your holding your eyes shut it must be the bright lights. I tell you to open your eyes you do so slowly adjusting to the light. You see bright lights like they use in photo studios.

What do you want from me you ask? For now just a little information what does your husband do.
You tell me he’s a CEO for a big advertising company. And does he live at this address to I ask? Yes you answer.

Bad dream.

I used to dream of a monster under my bed. This guy wasn't quite as bad, but he gave my monster a run for his money...

I answer his questions and I don't sound like me. Who's voice is this? Surely I never sounded so frightened and never have I pleaded with anyone for anything.

I'm startled when the bag is dragged off my head. The lights seem too bright and I deliberatly try and not look at him.

"What's your husband do?" I answer.

Kidnapped - my husband would pay. I was sure of it. Jason probably spent at least as much on his mistresses as this guy would ask for.

"He has money, I don't know exactly what kind of cash he can get quickly but it's a least a couple of hundred thousand..." I hoped that was all he wanted.

"Or... please, you could take me home when he's not there.. I can give you all my jewelry and the cash in the safe..." I was thinking of the gun at the back of the safe, if I opened it, would I have a chance to put one between this guys eyes?

I get up and walk over to a table pick up my new video camera and tell you were going to make a video for your husband. How much do you think he’ll pay to get you back I ask?

Well I think you’re worth at least twice that much. But to make sure he knows I’m not playing around I think you look to calm. Walking up to you I reach out ripping your blouse open. You gasp as this was quite unexpected then I slap you a couple times till you face is red.

That’s better now tell him he’s to put five hundred thousand dollars in a brief case and I’ll call him tomorrow to tell him were the drop will be . Through your tears you repeat what I have told you. And tell him no police or he’ll get you back looking like someone was playing tic-tack toe on your face with a knife. In a shaky voice you beg him to do whatever I say.

Now get up were going to the basement. You stand on shaky legs as I lead you down stairs. Once down there you look around there are shackles on the walls and a chair in the middle of the room that’s bolted to the floor you start to back away but I grab you arm and lead you to the chair. I tie your hands to the back legs of the chair then you feet to the front ones. I tell you I’m going to go out now and drop off the tape. I tell you I haven’t gagged you because there is no one around to hear you screaming. And when I get back I’m going to get to know you a little better if you know what I mean. I’m laughing as I leave you there to think of what might happen to you.

When he ripped my blouse open and slapped me it dawned on me that he may do more than the ...average... if one could call them that... kidnapper. I blinked the tears out of my eyes and tried to focus on what he was saying, what he wanted me to do.

I parrot his instructions to the recorder, trying to remain calm. The amount he requested was more than I had figured on and wondered how long it would take him to get that much cash together.

That monster? The one that used to be under my bed?

He came out when I saw the room he forced me into. My throat felt closed and a brick lodged in my stomach as I took in the shackles and chair.

It was only made worse by him bending me over the chair instead of allowing me to sit, effectively shackling me bent over by feet and wrists. I started pleading with him in earnest, but he only told me that I wasn't being gagged because there was no one to hear...

I am in such trouble here.

I think of what he can do to me. None of it pretty.

I thought of my husband. He'd been distant so long, involved with his business and mistresses. It would take him hours to realize I wasn't home.

I thought about not even having a child that would miss me if I were gone.

I left you in the basement to think about your situation. I wiped off the video tape then put on rubber gloves and rapped the tape in plain brown paper. Went out and got in my car drove to the FedEx box in town and dropped off the tape. Her husband would get it the next day.

That left me all night to have fun with my little rich bitch. On the way back I picked up some burgers and fries. When I get home it was quite. I got some cold beers from the frig to go with the food and went down stairs. When you saw me I could see the anger in your eyes. You asked me if I saw your husband and I said no do you think I’m stupid I just sent him the tape I’ll call him tomorrow and he had better have gotten the money. He can’t rise that much money overnight you tell me. And I say I don’t think so either

Because I have you to play with until he does. Tell me when was the last time you had sex with your husband and I do hope you like oral sex it’s one of my favorites I say laughing as you cringe.

I felt the bile rise in my throat at the thought of blowing ... him.

He positively reveled in my disgust and grinned.

And play with me? The very thought made the skin on my arms and legs crawl.

I tried pleading with him again, "Look, I can take you to my house, you can have all my jewelry - that's easily worth 3 or 400,000.00... Please, we can work out a deal." Ok the jewelry wasn't worth quite that much, but I know there was cash in that safe.

"Please?"

The awkward position I was in was starting to be really uncomfortable. I tried bending and twisting to get relief.

He just stuffed his face.

Fucker.

Oh, thank you for anger.. It made me feel much better, in a way.

"GODDAM IT - LET ME OUT OF HERE!" I railed and ranted until I started coughing and retching.

I would give you something to eat I tell you but I don’t want you throwing up all over my dick.
I walk over to you opening a beer saying it’s not some fancy wine but I don’t want you getting dehydrated so drink up I say bring the bottle to your lips. You hold your lips shut till I grab your hair pulling your head up as you scream I shove the bottle in your mouth telling you to drink it or I’ll find another use for the bottle.

You drink as much as you can till you cough some up I take the bottle and drink the rest I set it on the floor and walk behind you. I push your short skirt up over your ass to your waist and take some more rope tying your thighs to the top of the chair. You keep asking me what I’m doing I just tell you that you’ll see very soon. With your thighs tied tight you’re not able to move back and forth at all. I walk around in front of you with my crotch right in front of your face.

I tell you to stick out your tongue you just look up at me in disdain shaking your head no. I reach down picking up the empty beer bottle and tell you if you don’t I’m going to stick this up your ass now what’s it going to be. You slowly stick out your tongue just touching the tip to my pants.
Suddenly I grab your head and push my groin into your face you try to pull back but can’t lick it I say!
You do the only thing you can and lick my pants. Thank full that it’s all you have to do. That’s just the first lesson I tell you letting go of your head and stepping back. I tell you normally I have my victims open my pants but since your hands are tied I’ll do it for you I say . Your starting to plead again as I unzip my pants. Reaching in I pull out my dick as you stare at it I tell you now you’re going to lick the real thing. You’re violently shaking your head no as I move closer. Remember the bottle I tell you as you think about it you just touch the tip of your tongue to the tip of my dick. Making a face as you taste the pre cum on the tip.

I could smell my own fear. Now it was mixed with beer.

As much as I dislike it, it did wet my mouth, however, and kind of soothed my raw throat.

Fear, disgust and now he displayed my ass in a lurid and obscene way.

It took threats and more threats to get me to lick his dick. The anger that had fueled my rant was nudged out by fear - what if he did stick that bottle in my ass - and it broke? Never mind the pain, but the fear of bleeding out with a lascerated rectum makes my tongue lick touch it.

I start to cry again. My arms ache, my shoulders are burning. I squeeze my eyes shut.

Something you said is important and I can't pinpoint what it is.

My eyes fly open when I remember what you said.

It was victims.

Something about usually his victims undid his pants. Fear started being terror when I thought of that word. He'd done this before and didn't they become more depraved with each victim? My mind spun with all the cop shows and A&E crime stories I've watched.

How far would this go?

I've never known this much fear. It makes my chest tighten horribly.

I lick him again, and again.

I'm starting to realize that my life could be in jeopardy. And I hate him for making me feel this terror and making me feel this helpless.

"I beg of you, please don't hurt me."

As long as you do what your told you won’t get hurt a little humiliated say but not seriously hurt. Now take my dick in your mouth and suck it.

You take just the head in your mouth and suck in not closing your lips. I think you really never have sucked dick. I ask again have you ever sucked your husband off you just shake your head not even trying to talk.

Well by the time you leave here you’re going to be a world class blow job artist. Breath through your nose I tell you when you start I say now I’m going to stick my dick a little further into your mouth I grab your head with both hands as you try to pull it back. Open your throat and relax I tell you as I push my cock to the back of your throat you start to gag and I leave off a little then ram I’m dick all the way into your throat your shaking your head violently . I hold you there till you gag. Then pull my dick out you look up at me and I can see the tears in your eyes and a little string of spit between your lips and my dick.

Now I want you to take my dick back down your throat this time without me holding your head. You say no please I can’t I don’t want to nobody here cares what you want Sara not me and not your husband who is going to have to pay to get you back. But maybe he’ll think what he’s going to pay was worth it when he asks for a blow job and you show him what you have learned.

I push my dick back into your mouth and down your throat you take it this time but I know I’m going to cum soon so I grab your head again and fuck your face ramming my dick as far down your throat as I can.
Just as I’m about to cum I pull out grab my dick jerking off right in your face I grab my camera just as some of the cum I shot into your mouth dribbles over your lips. At first you don’t notice what I’m doing but the flashes soon make you open your eyes and you realize I’m taking pictures of you with my cum all over you face and lips. Why are you doing this to me you ask. I want some pictures to send to your husband as an incentive to pay some for my scrap book and maybe some to sell on the internet what do you think.

Humiliation? I can talk myself into taking some of that. I used to be good at it, remembering my first couple of years taking my husband's infidelities. It wasn't as if he tried hiding them.

I never liked blowjobs nor the taste of semen. If incredibly motivated, I may attempt one, but not as a rule as most men seem to expect.

I guess I'm motivated now and I try but it makes me sick.

I whimper and tell him no, but he just talks about how my husband will like it if I come back a cocksucker. When when he rammed his cock into my throat the first time I can't tell how much it hurt.

It made me gag and I try, oh lord, I try so hard to move back and his answer was to grab my head and fuck his cock into my mouth and throat.

I started to panic for lack of air and he kept at it, seeming to delight in my movement.

He started to cum and finally pulled out of my mouth and I felt the splash of his spend on my mouth and face.

I hitch in a tortured breath and realize he has a goddam camera.

I ask him why he was doing this, my voice sounded as ragged and raped as my throat felt. His answer left me cold.

"How many others? Huh? How many others have you done this to you sick fuck?" I know I shouldn't antagonize him. But I swear, it came out before I could stop it.

After about seven pictures I go back and check them perfect. Time to call her husband going across the room so she can’t hear I dial the number from her address book and male answers.

Did you get the tape I ask? He just says who is this I tell him the man that has your wife now do you have the money? Lesson hear I can’t get that much money overnight maybe by tomorrow now let me talk to her. I would buy she’s to busy right now I'll send you some pictures tonight as an incentive to get my money.

I hang up the phone just in case the police are there and have a tap on the line. Then I go to my computer and email the pictures to him. Then turn to you and say I really don’t think he’s in a big hurry to get you back. He said he might be able to get the money by tomorrow.

So tonight you’re all mine I tell you as I walk back to you. Let’s see what should I have next your pussy or maybe your ass what do think pussy or ass. You start begging me not to take either one just wait till I get the money. HO I’ll get the money all right but that’s not all I want I tell you moving around behind you. You turn your head tying to see what I’m going to do. I move some light’s around then set up a camera off to one side in back of you. Coming around In front again I mount another I front of your face. Then turn it on to make sure it will film your whole face.

What are you going to do now you ask? We’re going to make a little movie and you’re going to be the star what do you think of that? Why are you doing this to me? Because your husband hasn’t got my money yet so I’m going to make a movie to sell on the internet it should fetch a good price real rape usually does.

No please don’t do this to me I begging you. I walk behind you again and you see the red lights on the camera come on ready I say you as I rip the back of your panty hose to expose your panties. I start rubbing your pussy through then at first as you plead with me. I watch how your ass squirm’s around. I slap it leaving a red hand print nice white ass.

"I really don’t think he’s in a big hurry to get you back. He said he might be able to get the money by tomorrow." When he said this I wanted to scream how I told him so, but it doesn't seem to matter what I say, how I beg or plead.

Ass or pussy? It's so humiliating to be filmed in this way. Shame colours my face and I beg for him to just wait for the money.

It's rapidly dawning on me though, this was his plan all along. Ask for such an amount no reasonable person, even a reasonable rich person can get overnight, to justify raping and terrorizing the abductee.

He screws around with the lights until I want to scream, drawing out my blubbering pleas until he has them just so...

He rips open my panty hose and starts to fondle my pussy through my panties. His touch is revolting and makes me shudder and I only stop when he slaps me sharply on my ass.

"Just LEAVE me ALONE!"

You have a nice ass for an older broad I’ll bet it’s still cheery to is’ ant it. Tears are running down you face as you plead with me not to hurt you.

Then you hear a click and turn your head to see what I’m doing now you see the knife in my hand.

I lift the waist band of you panty hose and cut it in two then reach under your pussy and pull it down to your thigh’s cutting it all off of you. I tell you to look into the camera and tell your husband what I’m doing to you and beg him to get my money. Through your tearing eyes you beg him to hurry and get the money before. He does something really bad to me.

I beg my husband to get the money. Hot, scalding tears drip down my face and I don't even think about how he'll see me. I remember seeing his video collection once. On the covers of some, women were being just as humiliated, crying just as hard. I hope he knows this is real and he has to hurry... call the police... I mouth at him... help me.

I am shuddering with the fear. Every time his knife grazed against my flesh I blubbered.

I beg him, and beg my husband, and of course the camera doesn't answer.

But HE does.

You did a good job Sara. I hope he appreciates it now let’s see that we have under here. I pull your panties up from the back so it looks like your wearing a thong then I slice then in two then cut the waist band and pull them off of you. You beg me to stop and not do anything else to you.

I don’t think I want to stop Sara your just so much fun to play with I say as I feel for your clit finding it I rub to till you cry out stop it you pervert get your hands off me. I say now Sara is that any way to talk to me. You seem to have forgotten who is in charge here I tell you as I slap your naked ass.

Before we get started let’s see what you were shopping for today. Your staring at me now oh from the look on your face I think you might have bough something you don’t want me to see have you. You say no there’s nothing in the bag’s that would interest you. I’ll be the judge of that I save the Victoria’s secret bag for last.

I dump the bags out on a table some kitchen things a set of glasses oh and look at this a vibrator were you going to use this on yourself. No you say it’s a present for a friend of mine. Ya I’ll believe that what’s her name I’ll call her up and see if she would like to come over and try it out.

I open the box and pull it out then plug it into an extension cord as I walk around behind you I ask did you try it out in the store before you bought it. NO you shout can’t you just leave me alone and wait for the money.

God, the shame of him finding that vibrator.

It's as if I told him how crappy my love life was.

"JUST STOP IT AND LEAVE ME the FUCK ALONE...You'll GET your MONEY!"

I'd rather die than even make up a name, telling him it was for a friend came out of my mouth before I thought it through.

He plugged it in and went behind me and I couldn't tell what he was doing.

Not that, not that.. I prayed. Don't use it on me...

I hid my face from the camera, trying to hide this new shame.

I lay the vibrator on your clit at first you try to hold yourself stiff and not move but eventually it becomes too much for you and I watch you start to move around as I hold it on your clit.

You keep asking me to stop it please. Are you telling me that you don’t like to be stimulated down here? You just moan not wanting to say how you’re feeling to a stranger.
Look at the camera I tell you as I watch the monitor I like seeing the look of pain and pleasure on your face. As you move around I reach down rubbing my finger up and down your pussy slit. Your wet I tell you. Just before I slide one finger in I move it around opening your pussy even more. Then its two fingers in side you. You plead with me to stop Telling me you don’t want this but you body is saying something entirely different. You’re so wet my fingers slid in and out with no effort at all

I pull my fingers out and listen the only sound in the room is that of you panting.I reach down pulling the zipper on my pants down. When you hear it you hold your breath for a second then say what are you going to do to me.

I jumped when he held that vibrator to my clit and I've never regretted a purchase so much in my life.

The ignominy I'm suffering increases as i realize that I'm getting wet - it may be a physiological response but it doesn't stop the humiliation I feel as he roots around with one finger, then two.

"What are you going to do?" My breath is choppy and I can't stand that I can't find a way out of this situation.

"Don't please.. don't ..." I feel the head of his penis as he runs its length down my slit.

My dick is hard I can’t wait to fuck you. But I also want to humiliate you. I tell you that you use your sexy body to get what you want and now you’re going to have to pay the price for that.

I push just the head of my dick into your pussy its soft and worm I tell you and tonight it’s all mine.

You beg me to stop but with every word I just push in feather till I feel my balls hitting your clit. Now you are screaming NO NO DON’T DO THIS TO ME.

I tell you this I only the beginning of the things I’m going to do to you. Until your husband pays to get you back!

My pussy feels hot, swollen from the fingers you jabbed and worked inside me and and I beg and beg please don't do this...

"DON'T DO THIS!"

I stand shock still as you push into me. When you are balls deep you pause. I hate that I'm wet and have eased your passage.

I hate that you hold me, speared.

I hate that you just stand there but I know you will eventually move and fuck me, I hate worse.

My head aches, my sinus's are clogged from crying, and I've had to accept you into me.

I hate that with each sob my body jerks and seems to take you deeper. So I do my best to control my sobs.

"I hate you."

I ask you how you feel you like me inside you don’t you. Are you like most women do you like to use your sexy body to get men to do your bidding? Well tonight it’s going to be different tonight you belong to me. I reach around with my hands and grab your tities squeezing them till you start to shake trying to loosen my grip on you.

That’s it just move around on me dick you can do the work for a change I tell you. Right now do you know what you are you’re a slut. You’re squeezing my dick with every move you make. Say it say I’m a slut.

You repeat what I say hopping that it will satisfy me and I’ll let go of your tits I start rocking back and forth slowly. Hearing you moan is like music to my ears I tell you.

I strangle back another sob as you maul my tits.

I'd never admit it's been so long since I've had a man. Much longer since I've been with my husband.

I freeze again after you tell me you like me moving on your cock.

"I'm a slut." At least that makes him let go of my tits.

But then he starts moving.

I can feel him, deep then withdrawing. Rocking back and forth in steady rhythm. Don't make me feel this way. I hate you, I hate you... I say that silently, over and over. Haven't I been humiliated enough?

Your not to bad for an old broad your pussy is tight and now that your pussy juices are flowing I thing its time I fucked you good. Now ask me to fuck you.

You don’t answer right away so I slap you on the ass still nothing after two more hard slaps I get the answer I want.

Between my pushing in and out and your pussy squeezing my dick I’m ready to cum.

Pulling your back onto my dick I shoot my load deep inside you. I know you feel it because you’re screaming NO NO NO.

It takes some slaps but I finally tell him.
Goddam it. ..Oh god how I hate him.
He pulls me back making my arms and wrists stretch horribly and the skin burns where I am bound. Then he shoots his spunk in me.
No....NO....NO. Not being active sexually, I don't use birth control. My heart drops and I howl.

He tells me I hope you’re on birth control because I dumped a big load in you. I walk around In front of you my dick still dripping with your pussy juice and my cum. I tell you now you’re going to clean up the mess you made. Your head is hanging down till I pull it up be your hair.

Look at me bitch open your mouth and your eyes. You do as you’re told with tears rolling down your chicks. Why are you doing this to be haven’t you humiliated me enough.

Not at all bitch this is just the start I say pushing my dick into your mouth and tell you to suck every drop of cum off it and maybe I’ll let you rest for a while.

So, I sucked him clean.I feel so tired of this. Being here. Amusing him."Can you let me up please? I'm cramping terribly." And my head feels like it will explode in a spray of snot. Oh, god.. get the money...get the money... please. I am begging my husband. There isn't much love between us, but he still should be decent."Please?"

Now that I have used you I have to go check on the money. I untie you from the chair I can see the pain you’re in as you stand up slowly.

I pull you over to the wall and asking so you didn’t like being bent over did you. You say softly no it hurt.

OK let’s see how you like this position forcing you back to the wall I raise your hands making you stand on your tip toes and lock your hands in to cuffs on the wall.

I step back to admire my work. I’m going to leave you here while I go check on the money by the time I get back you really want to be bent over again.

At first it felt so good to be standing and stretching in a different direction I didn't mind being on tiptoe.

It didn't take long for my calves to cramp and my shoulders to feel pulled out though. I called and hollered for him - even to put me back on the chair.

I am exhausted. My mouth tastes foul with spent adrenilin and I'm thirsty.

'Someone help me ... PLEASE!"

I yell until I can't anymore.

I can't do anything but cry and pray.

I go you to see my silent partner. I give him the tapes I have made so far. And he hands me a brief case full of money. But now he says he wants to watch I say I don’t know our arrangement was for tapes.

He says he’ll double the money ok I tell him I have video cameras set up you can watch them OK He says yes. And I ask want to see anything special. He says I want to see her humbled and begging for it to stop.

Ok lets go then we drive back to my place and I set him up in front of the monitors that show the whole basement and tell him there’s beer in the frig if you get thirsty.

I grab two bottles and head down stairs. As soon as I open the door you start your pleading. Telling me you’ll do whatever I want if I just take you down.

I walk over to you and rub the cold bottle across your chicks. Take a drink of mine then say remember you’re the one who said you’d do anything. I reach up and open the cuffs you drop your hands in front of you and rub your wrists till the red marks start to go away.

Get in the center of the room Sara I want to get this on camera. You ask what I’m going to do and I say just get over there do what you told or you’ll regret it. You stand in the center shaking a little.

The cold of the bottle felt good on my hot cheek. I'm so thirsty I drank even though I don't like beer and it soothed my throat.

It felt so wonderful to just be free and standing upright and not bent or stretched.

I watch him warily. Scared and shaking. It's just as bad as it was, in front of the cameras and I worry my lip and rub my arms trying to warm myself.

It's hard to rub away the panic I feel. Apprehension makes my stomach churn with the beer and I have to swallow and pant to keep it down.

"Please, haven't you done enough? I've done all you asked. Didn't you get the money from him?" I hate that my voice is shakes.

I no longer can judge how long I've been here. There aren't any clues in this room and I have no idea if it's day or night.

You’re standing in the middle of the room and you look scared. In my best commanding voice I say strip. You stand frozen at the command. It’s not a request I tell you it’s an order. When I pick up a cane from the table you start to unbutton your blouse. Slowly I tell you make it sexy I want to see if you can give me a hardon without me touching you. Do you think you can?

You smile at me not wanting to feel the cane as you pull your blouse from your skirt. You undo the buttons at the cuffs move your shoulders back and let it fall to the floor. Keep going I say.

The skirt next once unbuttoned you work the zipper down slowly then push it over your hips till it falls to the floor. Step out of it I tell you. You’re not going to need it again till you leave if you leave. The last comment starts you crying again.” PLEASE DON”T HURT ME I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING YOU ASKED”,

Just keep going the bra next I tell you. Wondering if this is what he expected when he said humiliate her? Once your bra is off you just stand there with your arms across your breasts. Now I want you to play with your nipples I want them sticking out as far as you can get them. And I you don’t do a good job I have some nipple clamps that will so I suggest you try really hard.

Fucking nipple clamps. That thought make me shudder.

I know I'm paying for something. Otherwise why would this be happening.

I tell myself 'just do it' like the NIKE commercials.

My nipples seem to shrink with my touch and I have to pull and pinch them to get them even half erect.

I suppose that is what fear does. It doesn't help that my tears are making tracks down my breasts as I try and get them erect.

They are as erect and hard as they can be.

"Is that what you want? How much more must I do to appease you?"

Now the panties I tell you through your tears you plead not that PLEASE LIT ME HAVE SOME DIGNITY?

The panties or the cane your choice. Slowly your hook your thumbs in the waist band of your panties pushing them down when there are at the top of your thighs I say stop. You shave your pussy do men like your shaved pussy I ask You just stand there not knowing what answer I want and afraid to say the wrong thing.

Well I say which is it finely you studded YES they like it. I don’t blame them I say as I walk up to you. With my hand right in front of your pussy I tell you that I want you to put your pussy in my hand. You move forward till you feel my hand and stop. Spread you legs I say you move them apart a little more I say. I can’t you tell me my panty’s are stretched as far as they will go.

I reach into my pocket and come out with a knife flicking it open I change hands then slide it against you thigh slowly bring it up till the point slides under one side of you panties a quick jerk and your panties are hanging around your thigh on one leg.

Now spread your legs you open them a little further and I say more when your feet are about three feet apart I reach back in holding your pussy in my hand. Then I start rubbing my hand back and forth.

You like this don’t you? You blurt out no without thinking. Then maybe you’ll like this better I say ruffle shoving two finger into you. You stand on your toes but there’s no getting away from my hand. Fuck my fingers I tell you slowly you come off your toes moving up and down on my fingers. Asking again why I’m doing this to you.

"Why are you DOING this?"

I don't like any of it. I hate it.

Least of which was that knife coming out.

Oh god how I hate you and what you are doing. Making me perform like a circus animal in front of cameras.

I move against your hand, fucking myself in essence. It's disgusting on so many levels. Rising up and down on a rapist's hand. A kidnapping rapist's hand.

"Didn't you get in contact with my husband? Did he say when you will get your money?"

I didn't vary my movement, just up and down on his fingers. I know my face is red, I can feel the flush of deep embarrassment.

That’s it your doing very good I’ll bet you wish you were riding my dick instead of my fingers.

You look away with disdain for what I’m saying to you. You have always been the one in control you called the shots.

You getting wet baby. I’ll bet you have been finger fuck plenty of times right? When you don’t answer I force three fingers into you. HO please stop you’re ripping me apart then answers my question?

"You want truth or a lie?" I pant out that question as he stretches my pussy with his fingers. It hurt, he pushed hard, then harder.

The lie -
"Oh I've only been finger fucked once and it was nothing like this, you are such a stud."

I pause before continuing, "I don't want to ride your dick or be finger fucked by you. I've been finger fucked before and much better.

"What do you think is true?"