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Introduction: A wealthy girl gets fucked for a ransom I woke up, not sure where I am. At first, I wasnt even sure who I was. But that came back to me before long, I was Jessica Thorton-Pierce, 19-year-old heiress to the Thorton-Pierce family, and the last thing I remember was… sipping that drink while looking into that Russian exchange students eyes. The realization that I was drugged comes with the realization that I couldnt move, tied hand and foot to a chair but otherwise naked. I wasnt wearing a blindfold, but the room was too dark to see around in. I could have been anywhere and I was all alone. Id like to say I was strong, that I sat up straight and worked on an escape plan, but instead I broke down in tears.
I dont know how long I was there, but it felt like forever at the time. Eventually the door opened behind me and the lights turned on, blinding me. There was a thunk in front of me, and when my vision cleared a man was sitting there. He was shirtless and well-muscled, with dark blue eyes and brown hair, but after I noticed the knife in his hand I had trouble watching anything else.
Do you know why weve taken you? He spoke in a Russian accent, but I could make out his words.
No… no, why did you kidnap me? Let me go, I didnt do anything! There was a man sitting in front of me with a knife in his hand and I was terrified.
Dont worry, little one. Were a very honorable sort of criminals. Once your parents pay the ransom, youll be a free little lass. Of course youll have to stay here until they pay, and Im afraid my job is to provide your parents with a good reason to pay. Smile for the camera. He reached above him and opened a slat in the otherwise stark concrete wall, revealing a camera behind some glass. He knelt down behind me and put his head next to mine, making us both pose for the camera. He put his knife to my skin and started to lightly play with it on my flesh. I froze, trying to keep all my blood inside my body. The knife slid down to where my hands were bound and it rested at the base of a finger. Little one, do you know how sometimes a finger will be cut off and sent to the family to prove a point? I closed my eyes and braced myself, sure he was going to cut me. Instead, the knife cut upwards, cutting the rope that tied my hands to the chair, leaving them tied together. He grabbed them and roughly pushed me off the chair, letting me crash to the ground, my feet still tied to the chair. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me look at the camera again. We dont do that. We fuck our little girl victims until they scream, and that sends a plenty fine message to the families. The best part is, we dont run out of fuckings like they run out of fingers. Today, youre lucky. Well start you off with something simple. Youre going to suck my cock, then Im going to cum on your face, and then youre going to drink my cum for the camera. And dont think about biting my dick. Im not allowed to kill you… but Im allowed to make your screams of pain so loud your parents will hear you from here without a camera. You got all that you fucking little cunt?
I started crying again, and my assailant used the opportunity to shove his fingers in my mouth and force it open all the way. He pushed me around until I was in profile for the camera and he dropped his pants. Out sprang a cock that looked dangerously large. Without ceremony, he shoved that cock into my mouth and started pleasuring himself with my mouth. I closed my eyes and cried silently, the tears rolling down my face around the cock violating my mouth. He pulled out, and started rubbing his cock on my face, collecting tears on it, before he shoved it back into my mouth. I felt his hands grab my head and start pushing, then his cock pressed on the back of my mouth, making me gag on his cock. He just kept pushing however, and eventually he popped into my throat with a grunt. He forced his his forward until my nose was in his prickly pube hairs, then he just contentedly waited. I couldnt breathe, but I didnt have enough air to struggle, so I just looked up at him, panic consuming my mind as the world started to fade to black.
I woke up to my assailant slapping me with his dick and shaking my head by my hair. He made me look at the camera again before pulling me onto his cock again. This time he held my hair and used my head to fuck his cock, shoving it all the way into my throat then all the way out, forcing me to try to do all my breathing in the short moments when his cock wasnt occupying my throat. It didnt work and the world began to darken again. This time he pulled out in time to keep me awake and contended himself with cockslapping my throat as I gasped for air, coughing from the rough strikes to my slender neck. He grabbed my chest just under my arms and picked me up, holding me facing the ceiling. My mouth was placed in front of his cock and I knew enough to wrap my lips around it and let him thrust my body towards him, shoving his cock back into my mouth. My nose nestled in his balls and I could smell his virility while he thrust into me. I became aware that he was walking around the room, rotating me for the camera no doubt. One hand moved from my back to my head and the other went to his dick, letting most of my weight collapse to the ground. I groaned as he jerked off his cock above me, knowing he was about to cum.
When his hips jerked and his hand stopped at the base of his shaft, the white cum started pouring out of his cock. It didnt so much shoot on me as it did pour down from his cock onto my face. Id never seen so much cum from one man before. He started to aim his cock and he poured it onto my forehead and worked down my face, coating my eyes, covering my nose, and letting cum fill up my mouth until I had to swallow a mouthful. He grabbed my face and held it upwards, with a barked command to drink. Too terrified to argue, I started licking my own face as best I could, catching it as it dribbled down my face. Eventually I was able to open my eyes and I came face-to-face with the camera that had been filming me. I jumped and just then a moist towel was clamped onto my face and darkness fell again.
I woke up some hours later, tied to the chair again and this time, my room was lit and there was a television in front of me. My Russian was sitting next to it, waiting for me to wake up. Now that I had awoken, he grinned slightly. I hope you slept well, little one. Now, I have a special gift for you. Your parents just received this video, along with a note we wrote detailing our demands. If they are smart, you will be gone tomorrow. If not, then I guess I get to enjoy a little pussy, yes? Anyway, let us watch. He turned on the television and to my horror I was watching a full-color recording of my earlier fucking. My Russian was darkened out tastefully, so he wasnt recognizable. Subtitles played on the bottom of the screen, no doubt to scare my parents more. His cock looked even bigger on the screen than it did in real life, and a subtitle indicated it was ten inches long, meaning most pussies cant fit all of it. When I passed out on the video, a subtitle showed pointing this fact out, and mentioned how easy it would have been for my Russian to kill me right then. When he just pulled out and started cockslapping it seemed a great mercy. As I woke up my face was turned to the camera to make it clear that I was in fact still living. His orgasm scene and my drinking the cum was left without comment and I will too.
He left me there, and turned off the lights, but left the TV on, and the video started to repeat. I must have fallen asleep, because he woke me up some time later by grabbing my hair and pulling my head back to look up at him. He grinned. Start getting wet, little one. Your parents did not pay today.
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“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied...
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Friday nights had now become special since there s*n Jack had finished his exams and discovered clubs. A regular night in to themselves for Wendy and her husband George. The end of the week, some quality time alone together.Some times it was a romantic meal ,sometimes just quiet holding each other, other times well lets just leave it as thiei sex life had reignited. They both where dressing better,taking more time and care over how they looked. Friday was the high point of this. After Jack left...
For five months, that is how long I have been waiting for my retribution. A single word has been poisoning my mind. A voice in my head keeps saying, “retribution, retribution, retribution.” Is this the end, does my retribution end here? Underneath the Brighton Pier on a chilly night, by the hands of a thug. I closed my eyes as memories swamped my mind. Five months back It was July 10. The weather was perfect, not a single cloud in the sky. As my wife and I rushed through the square of...
I had just got out of the bath and gone to my bedroom, house was empty, parents out, just me and the dog, Butch, a crossbreed, labradoodle if you like!I'd knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, rumaging underneath for my porn stash with a view to a nice relaxed wank session! My towel had fell off and my arse was up in the air as I selected a magazine to wank to. I heard butch bound up the stairs and enter my room, as he did quite often and thought nothing of it. However the dog obviously...
Butch and Stacy 5 Synopsis: My parents named me Stacy after a tv cop but everybody called me Butch. I am spending the summer with my best friend Matt, and some girls who are friends of his little sister Zoe think I am a girl and want to give me a makeover at the mall. Matt resists this and wants me to keep on being his old buddy, Butch. Sleep did not come easily that night. I was restless with anxiety about the changes in my life, changes which seemed likely to grow in a few hours...
Butch and Stacy 12 Since I came out of my coma I have seen myself as Stacy the girl. Now I am told that for most of my life I have been Butch, a guy. Who am I? WHAT am I? Is there any place in the world for a creature like me? ............................... The very next day mom and I moved into our apartment. It was spacious, bright, and modern and I had a huge bedroom to myself with my own bath. I wanted to be happy, but instead I was miserable. I had asked Liz about my past...
They say when you look out at the world from a planes window everyone looks like ants. I'd like to see if that's true, but I have a fear of heights and am too afraid to even look out the window. God, that sounds so stupid coming from me. Here I am on my way to face my greatest fear, and I'm scared of the view out the window next to me. Maybe I only have so much braveness to go around? It's silly really. "Excuse me, can I get you some soda water? It'll settle your stomach if your...