I woke up, not certainly where I am. At first, I was n't 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 endure thing I remember was ... sipping that beverage while looking into that Russian interchange student 's eyes. The realization that I was drugged comes with the realization that I could n't prompt, tied hired man and foot to a hot seat but otherwise nude. I was n't wearing a blindfold, but the room was too obscure to see around in. I could birth been anywhere and I was all alone. I 'd care to say I was strong, that I sat up uncoiled and worked on an leak programme, but instead I broke down in tears.

I do n't know how hanker I was there, but it felt like forever at the time. Eventually the threshold 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 blasphemous middle and brown hair, but after I noticed the knife in his handwriting I had trouble watching anything else.

'' Do you know why we 've taken you ? '' He spoke in a Russian accent mark, but I could cook out his words.

'' No ... no, why did you kidnap me ? Let me go, I did n't do anything ! '' There was a man sitting in front of me with a tongue in his hand and I was terrified.

'' Do n't worry, little one. We 're a very honest sort of criminals. Once your parents pay the ransom, you 'll be a complimentary picayune lass. Of course you 'll have to bide here until they pay, and I 'm afraid my job is to provide your parents with a good cause to pay. Smile for the tv camera. '' He reached above him and opened a slat in the otherwise stark concrete paries, revealing a camera behind some glass. He knelt down behind me and put his head next to mine, making us both pose for the television camera. He put his tongue to my skin and started to lightly flirt with it on my flesh. I froze, trying to preserve all my blood inside my torso. The knife slid down to where my hands were bound and it rested at the base of a finger. `` lilliputian one, do you bang how sometimes a finger will be cut off and sent to the family to prove a stage ? '' I closed my eyes and braced myself, sure he was going to cut me. Instead, the knife cut upwards, cutting the rophy that tied my manus 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 chairwoman. A helping hand grabbed my hair's-breadth and pulled my heading back, making me bet at the camera again. `` We do n't do that. We fuck our slight young woman victim until they scream, and that sends a pot fine message to the families. The scoop division is, we do n't run out of screwing like they run out of fingers. Today, you 're lucky. We 'll start out you off with something simpleton. You 're going to absorb my shaft, then I 'm going to cum on your face, and then you 're going to imbibe my cum for the camera. And do n't think about biting my dick. I 'm not allowed to obliterate you ... but I 'm allowed to make your screeching of infliction so loud your parents will hear you from here without a television camera. You got all that you fucking minuscule bitch ? ``

I started crying again, and my attacker 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 tv camera and he dropped his knickers. Out sprang a cock that looked dangerously large. Without ceremonial occasion, he shoved that rooster into my mouth and started pleasuring himself with my oral fissure. I closed my eyes and cried silently, the tears rolling down my face around the hammer violating my mouth. He pulled out, and started rubbing his cock on my boldness, collecting tears on it, before he shoved it back into my mouth. I felt his work force grab my head and start pushing, then his rooster pressed on the back of my mouth, making me gag on his turncock. He just kept pushing however, and eventually he popped into my throat with a oink. He forced his his forward until my nose was in his spiny pube pilus, then he just contentedly waited. I could n't breathe, but I did n't have enough air to struggle, so I just looked up at him, panic consuming my idea as the reality started to fade to black.

I woke up to my assailant slapping me with his shaft and shaking my head by my haircloth. He made me look at the television camera again before pulling me onto his stopcock again. This time he held my hair and used my headspring to bed 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 was n't occupying my throat. It did n't work and the humans began to darken again. This time he pulled out in time to celebrate me awake and contended himself with cockslapping my pharynx as I gasped for air, coughing from the unsmooth ten-strike to my slender neck. He grabbed my chest just under my arms and picked me up, holding me facing the ceiling. My rima oris was placed in battlefront of his stopcock and I knew enough to wrap my lips around it and let him hurtle my body towards him, shoving his putz back into my mouth. My wind nestled in his orb and I could reek his virility while he thrust into me. I became aware that he was walking around the room, rotating me for the tv camera no doubt. One hand moved from my back to my drumhead and the other went to his prick, letting near of my free weight collapse to the ground. I groaned as he jerked off his putz above me, knowing he was about to cum.

When his coxa jerked and his handwriting stopped at the base of his shaft, the white cum started pouring out of his cock. It did n't so much shoot on me as it did pour down from his tool onto my case. I 'd 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 sassing until I had to swallow a mouthful. He grabbed my brass and held it upwards, with a skin instruction to drink in. 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-bodied to unfold my eye 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 duskiness fell again.

I woke up some time of day 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 future to it, waiting for me to awake up. Now that I had awoken, he grinned slightly. `` I hope you slept well, little one. Now, I have a peculiar 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 cunt, yes ? Anyway, let us watch. '' He turned on the telecasting and to my horror I was watching a full-color recording of my earlier fucking. My Russian was darkened out tastefully, so he was n't recognisable. caption played on the prat of the screen, no doubtfulness to pall my parents more. His cock looked even bigger on the filmdom than it did in actual life, and a caption indicated it was ten inches long, meaning most pussies ca n't 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 belt down me flop then. When he just pulled out and started cockslapping it seemed a outstanding clemency. As I woke up my expression was turned to the tv camera to piss it clear that I was in fact still living. His orgasm vista and my drinking the cum was left without comment and I will too.

He left me there, and turned off the lighter, but left the TV on, and the TV 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. `` scratch line getting wet, little one. Your parents did not pay today. ''