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JESSICA’S ABDUCTION
Chapter One
Blindfolded with a tightly fitting black eye mask, a bright red rubber ?O? ring stretching her lips, a single black, leather bondage sleeve securing her arms painfully behind her back, a pair of black, six inch stiletto heels, Jessica otherwise, is completely naked.
Somewhat groggy, she stands, chest thrust outward, on the small, elevated podium in the center of the foreboding chamber. The four men converged around the podium turn as the door opens to the room.
Another man, muscular, dressed completely in black, enters, approaches the group.
?Gentlemen? She’s ready? I take it?? He matter of factly addresses no one in particular. ?Let’s take a look at my goods.
Stepping between the others as they part, he stops directly in front of the podium, glances up at Jessica’s glistening body. He thinks to himself just how incredible she is, if possible, more then perfect. Yet, he doesn’t allow his emotion to show thru.
?It’s already been a week? Huh?? He states, somewhat to himself. ?Let’s see how you’ve done with her.?
Placing his right hand on her left thigh, he looks directly at her breasts, level with his eyes. Reaching up with his left hand he flicks the gold stud piercing her right nipple.
?Healed well? Both have.? Again addressing no one in particular as the others remain quiet, he brushes a fingertip across the matching gold stud in her left nipple.
?Now? Let’s take a look at her clit?. Yes? It’s just fine too? Nice vulva? Puffy labia lips? Okay.? He adds as he slides his right hand between the couple inch slit between her thighs, flicks her third gold stud with his index finger.
?I see the whip marks haven’t broken the skin? Good? Good indeed!? He exclaims as he scans her bare flesh with his fingers, tracing thin, faded welts, the remnants of her several ?adjustment sessions? since her abduction.
?Looks like someone preferred these melons for their favorite targets!? He adds as he turns to one of the men while squeezing the base of her left breast. ?That’s okay? Don’t blame you? These are incredible? What you think? The size of grapefruits?? He smiles as he bounces, juggles her breast in the palm of his hand.
Again, the others remain silent; barely smile, in front of the Man in Black. Turning again toward Jessica, he traces his right index finger from between her thrust out globes, down across her sternum, between her ribcage, across her flexing bellybutton, over her glistening, freshly oiled pubic mound, coming to rest again on the gold stud. Leaning slightly forward, he takes a closer look between her thighs, again addresses the men.
?I thought her Labia lips looked a little puffy? I see why.? He adds as he twists, tugs the moist flesh. ?They tasted the crop a few times? Didn’t they??
Again, silence from the men as he slowly circles behind her.
?Let’s take a look at this ass.? He exclaims as he lifts the bottom of the bondage sleeve, palms her left, then right butt cheek. ?A tramp stamp huh?? He scoffs as he pats the inked tribal tattoo on the small of her back, just above the faded whip marks crisscrossing her buttocks.
?Well? She shouldn’t have a problem with her new pierces then!? He jokes, drawing smiles from the others as he pats her rump.
?Yes gentlemen.? He nonchalantly states as he turns, stares toward them, nods toward the entryway. ?I’m satisfied with my new property? Another excellent job? As usual? You may leave now??
The rest of the funds will be transferred immediately? Please shut the door behind you.?
Without a word, the four men pass thru the entryway, obviously somewhat relieved with his approval as they leave the sinister room.
Standing silent, blindfolded, she can only accept his inspection of her nude body, listen as he speaks to her abductors. The past days have been a nightmare, one that she can’t awaken from. Not allowed to sleep, drugged, barely fed, daily discipline sessions, the physical and mental anguish have been overwhelming. Now, she finds herself delivered as ?property? to this man, this place.
?Okay Jessica? Let me welcome you my Chateau? Where your real training begins? And ends.? He addresses her as he steps in front of her naked body. ?You’ve had a long trip? I know you’re tired? But? Looking at your incredible body standing in front of me? Already prepared? I mean you’ve been freshly shaven from the neck down and everything? I don’t think I can resist giving you a light workout right now? Just to welcome you!?
Stepping over to the far wall he inspects, chooses a thin, subtle riding crop from his favorite collection soaking in a vat. ?Swishing it several times back and forth in his right hand, brine flicks across the floor as he approaches her from behind.
Her body reflexively stiffens as she hears the ominous sound, her breasts; buttocks begin to ache already, almost from the memory of her previous floggings.
?Okay? Jessica.? He addresses her in a calm, monotone voice. ?I expect you to stand still? Don’t disappoint me and I promise not to whip you across those fresh pierces? Yet.?
Stepping toward her right side he again glances across her swaying breasts, perfectly at eye level to him, thanks to the podium. ?I’d tell you to thrust those tits out further for me? But it’s obvious that bondage sleeve has your shoulders bowed back to their limits? Aren’t they?? Reaching back with crop in hand, he adds. ?That’s okay? No need to answer? Remember? Quiet? And? And stand still? Don’t want you falling off the podium? Onto those tits.?
?Swish?Thwack!? The crop springs across the outer curve of her right breast, the tip smacking against the upper edge of the bondage sleeve, leaving an imprint.
?Aggghhhhhh!? Her body twists, she bows forward as she grunts thru the ?O? ring, saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth dripping across her swaying breasts.
?Stand up? Jessica? Upright!? He again, in a calm, collected voice addresses her as he carefully inspects the thin red welt instantly rising across her subtle, bare flesh, steps behind her.
The pain sears thru her breast, the thin crop leaving a sharp, burning sensation, worse then she’s been receiving since her abduction. Catching her breath, she rises back up, feels her salvia drooling, still dripping between her aching breasts.
?Swish?. Smack!?.Swish? Smack!? Backhanded, forehanded, he expertly flips the crop back and forth, just below the bottom of the bondage sleeve, across the lower cheeks of her buttocks.
?Agghhhh!? Agghhhh!? More squeals as she lifts up, even in her stilettos. Instantaneously, red welts trace across her tanned flesh.
Again he carefully inspects his handiwork, watches the welts raise on her already perspiring flesh. A nice ?X? marking her derriere, probably centered over the rim of her anus he thinks. He lowers the crop for a moment or two.
Stepping in front of her once again, he enjoys the moment; watching her naked body contorts, quiver right in front of him. He watches her navel flex, her abs ripple under her defined ribcage, her breasts, almost overly large for her athletic frame, yet firm, extremely firm, with her thick nipples centered on her wide, a perfect shade of tan, flat areolas, the gold studs gleaming, jiggling as she breathes. Yes, he’s more then satisfied with this acquisition.
Raising the crop upward, he lets its tip dance across her shaved pubic mound, circle the twin folds of her puffy labia lips, and press across her clithood, above the glistening stud. He watches as she reflexively arches her hips back, away from the crop.
?Thwack? Thwack?Thwack!!!? Three quick, short strokes flick across her pubic mound, stinging her vagina, left labia, right labia, clit hood.
?Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!? A truly guttural screech. Twisting, nearly falling backwards, she feels his arm behind her shackled arms, catching her.
The pain tears thru her thighs, stomach, womb as the crop leaves a trio of horizontal, thin red welts, instantly between her jerking thighs. A trace of urine trickles down her left inner thigh as beads of perspiration, mixed with the shimmering coat of body oil drips off her ravaged pubic mound.
Once again he carefully inspects the welts, can’t help noticing her vagina’s dripping wet. Her quivering breasts brush across his face as he leans in front of her as she arches forward in her heels. He can’t help thinking about her indoctrination this past week, including the use of drugs, mainly GHA, better known as the date rape drug, administered to her daily. Seeing her wet slit, he can’t help smiling to himself; he slides just the tip of his index finger past the gold stud, into her spread slit.
She feels herself being penetrated, her clit being manipulated, the clit stud twisted, stretched into her. As he presses the tip of his finger in, out around the moist crevice of her vagina, her hips quiver, her flattened stomach almost vibrates with each touch. Somehow, she finds she can’t control her reactions.
Fascinated with her response, he probes a second, third finger into the moist opening. First one knuckle, then two, finally all three as he slides his fingers in and out, in and out, rubbing, keeping contact with the stud stretching, tugging at her engorged clit.
Her ribcage presses against the side of his face, her glistening breasts sway, resting against his hair as she leans forward, her thighs twitching, her vagina reacting to his manipulation, his masturbation of her.
?Ummmmm!?..Ohhhh?.Ummmm!? She moans with each breath as she blindly accepts his hand inside her. She feels the warm saliva drooling off her chin, sticking on her swaying breasts, the pain from the crops melding with the pulsing rush deep inside her.
He presses his thumb against the clit stud, slides his forth finger into her drenched slit, presses, tugs, twists the stud between his thumb and forefinger as he continues to ram his other fingers in an out, in and out, while twisting his hand. Her hips shudder, her taut body twists as she grunts with each thrust.
He steps back, jerks his hand away, grabs her braid of auburn hair from behind and jerks her back.
?Enough!? He scolds in a harsh voice. ?You don’t cum unless I instruct you too!.. Understand??
?Ohhhooo!!!? Uummmphh!? Her body still twitching, legs weak, she can only grunt thru the ?O? ring as he holds her upright.
?You want fucked?. Don’t you??? First you’ll have to be cleaned up!? I know for a fact you haven’t had a bath in a week!? He exclaims, knowing that was part of her ordeal after being abducted.
?Swish? Thwack?Swish? Thwack? Thwack? Thwack!!!? Again he flicks the crop back and forth, left to right. Right breast, left breast, both breasts, the crop sinks into her firm flesh, under, over her round globes, barely brushing across both areolas until the last stroke buries itself directly across the upper edges of both erect nipples.
?Agghhhh?Aggghhhhhh?Aaaaggghhhhh!!!!? More gutteral screeches as salvia spews from her ?O? ring. Lurching, twisting, jerking, the crop’s pain consumes the burning, rumbling in her groins, she nearly falls helplessly from the podium, he again catches her.
Holding her upright, he watches as she slowly, once again collects her breath. Dripping sweat, streaks of her bodily fluids trail down off her inner thighs, her body trembling as he releases her. Again, the past week’s indoctrination before being brought here has proven effective. The punishment she just received would have overcome her just days ago.
?Stand? You’ll be attended to shortly.? He, once again using his calm, monotone voice, addresses her as he turns, walks toward the entry way.
End Part One
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