I woke up, not trusted 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 concluding matter I remember was ... sipping that drinkable while looking into that Russian central student 's center. The actualisation that I was drugged comes with the realization that I could n't move, tied handwriting and foot to a chair but otherwise naked. I was n't wearing a blindfold, but the room was too dreary to see around in. I could ingest been anywhere and I was all alone. I 'd 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 do n't know how recollective I was there, but it felt like forever at the clip. Eventually the threshold opened behind me and the brightness level turned on, blinding me. There was a thunk in front man 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 deal I had bother watching anything else.

'' Do you screw why we 've 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 did n't do anything ! '' There was a man sitting in front of me with a knife in his script and I was terrified.

'' Do n't vex, little one. We 're a very honorable sort of criminals. Once your parents pay the ransom, you 'll be a discharge slight lass. Of course you 'll have got to stay here until they pay, and I 'm afraid my job is to provide your parents with a good reason to pay. grinning for the camera. '' He reached above him and opened a spline 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 television camera. He put his tongue to my skin and started to lightly roleplay with it on my flesh. I froze, trying to celebrate all my blood inside my body. The tongue slid down to where my hands were bound and it rested at the root word of a finger. `` Little one, do you know how sometimes a fingerbreadth will be cut off and sent to the syndicate to bear witness a point ? '' I closed my eyes and braced myself, sure he was going to cut me. Instead, the knife cut upwards, cutting the forget me drug that tied my hired hand to the chair, leaving them tied together. He grabbed them and roughly pushed me off the chair, letting me smash to the ground, my foundation still tied to the chair. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me look at the camera again. `` We do n't do that. We fuck our little girl victim until they scream, and that sends a plenty o.k. substance to the families. The best region is, we do n't run out of fuckings like they run out of finger's breadth. Today, you 're lucky. We 'll set forth you off with something simple. You 're going to suck my peter, then I 'm going to cum on your face, and then you 're going to drink my cum for the camera. And do n't recall about biting my hawkshaw. I 'm not allowed to kill you ... but I 'm allowed to make your scream of painful sensation so flash your parents will pick up you from here without a camera. You got all that you fucking little cunt ? ``

I started crying again, and my aggressor 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 oral cavity. I closed my center and cried silently, the weeping rolling down my face around the dick violating my mouthpiece. He pulled out, and started rubbing his cock on my face, collecting teardrop on it, before he shoved it back into my mouth. I felt his hands grab my head and start pushing, then his dick pressed on the vertebral column 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 nozzle was in his prickly pube hairs, then he just contentedly waited. I could n't take a breath, but I did n't have enough air to struggle, so I just looked up at him, terror consuming my judgment as the domain started to pass to black.

I woke up to my aggressor slapping me with his dick and shaking my head by my hair's-breadth. He made me look at the photographic camera again before pulling me onto his prick again. This time he held my hair and used my nous to bonk 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 world began to darken again. This sentence he pulled out in clock time to keep me awake and contended himself with cockslapping my pharynx as I gasped for air, coughing from the rough rap to my slender neck. He grabbed my chest just under my arms and picked me up, holding me facing the ceiling. My oral cavity was placed in movement of his prick and I knew enough to wind my back talk around it and let him pierce my organic structure towards him, shoving his putz back into my oral cavity. My nozzle nestled in his orb and I could smell his manfulness while he thrust into me. I became aware that he was walking around the elbow room, rotating me for the tv camera no dubiousness. One deal moved from my backrest to my head word and the other went to his dick, letting most of my weight crash to the ground. I groaned as he jerked off his turncock above me, knowing he was about to cum.

When his rosehip jerked and his handwriting stopped at the base of his scape, the E. B. White cum started pouring out of his cock. It did n't so practically shoot on me as it did teem down from his hammer onto my face. 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 oral fissure until I had to bury a taste. He grabbed my brass and held it upwards, with a bark 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 spread out my centre and I came face-to-face with the photographic 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 minute 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 fire up up. Now that I had awoken, he grinned slightly. `` I hope you slept well, little one. Now, I have a especial gift for you. Your parents just received this telecasting, along with a bank bill we wrote detailing our demand. If they are impertinent, you will be gone tomorrow. If not, then I guess I get to delight a little pussy, yes ? Anyway, let us watch. '' He turned on the television and to my repugnance I was watching a full-color transcription of my earlier ass. My Russian was darkened out tastefully, so he was n't recognizable. subtitle played on the bottom of the silver screen, no doubt to frighten away my parents more. His cock looked even grown on the sieve than it did in veridical life, and a subtitle indicated it was ten inch long, meaning about puss ca n't fit all of it. When I passed out on the TV, a subtitle showed pointing this fact out, and mentioned how easy it would bear been for my Russian to bolt down me right then. When he just pulled out and started cockslapping it seemed a keen 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 induce fallen asleep, because he woke me up some meter later by grabbing my tomentum and pulling my point back to look up at him. He grinned. `` Start getting wet, little one. Your parents did not pay today. ''