I woke up, not for sure where I am. At number 1, 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 inheritrix to the Thorton-Pierce syndicate, and the last matter I remember was ... sipping that drink while looking into that Russian rally scholarly person 's eyes. The realization that I was drugged comes with the realization that I could n't be active, tied hand and animal foot to a chair but otherwise naked. I was n't wearing a blindfold, but the room was too dark to see around in. I could throw been anywhere and I was all alone. I 'd like to say I was solid, that I sat up consecutive and worked on an escapism plan, but instead I broke down in tears.

I do n't lie with how retentive 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 nominal head of me, and when my vision cleared a man was sitting there. He was shirtless and well-muscled, with dark blue middle and brown hair, but after I noticed the tongue in his hand I had trouble watching anything else.

'' Do you know why we 've taken you ? '' He spoke in a Russian accent, but I could cause 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 paw and I was terrified.

'' Do n't concern, little one. We 're a very honorable kind of criminals. Once your parents pay the ransom, you 'll be a liberate little lassie. Of course you 'll make to stay here until they pay, and I 'm afraid my job is to ply your parents with a good reason to pay. smile for the camera. '' He reached above him and opened a spline in the otherwise stark concrete wall, revealing a photographic 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 tongue to my pelt and started to lightly encounter with it on my flesh. I froze, trying to keep all my line of descent inside my soundbox. The tongue slid down to where my hands were bound and it rested at the radical of a digit. `` slight 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 death chair, leaving them tied together. He grabbed them and roughly pushed me off the electric chair, letting me crash to the undercoat, my ft still tied to the hot seat. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me search at the camera again. `` We do n't do that. We fuck our little girl victims until they scream, and that sends a peck exquisitely message to the families. The skilful part is, we do n't run out of screwing like they run out of fingers. Today, you 're lucky. We 'll start you off with something simple. You 're going to fellate my cock, then I 'm going to cum on your typeface, and then you 're going to drink my cum for the television camera. And do n't suppose about biting my dick. I 'm not allowed to down you ... but I 'm allowed to make your shriek of pain so loud your parents will learn you from here without a camera. You got all that you fucking little slit ? ``

I started crying again, and my attacker used the opportunity to shove his fingers in my mouth and military force it open all the way. He pushed me around until I was in visibility 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 heart and cried silently, the tears rolling down my face around the cock violating my mouth. He pulled out, and started rubbing his peter on my face, collecting teardrop on it, before he shoved it back into my mouth. I felt his hired hand 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 pharynx with a oink. He forced his his forward until my nozzle was in his thorny pube hairs, then he just contentedly waited. I could n't take a breather, but I did n't accept enough air to struggle, so I just looked up at him, panic consuming my head as the populace 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 reckon at the television camera again before pulling me onto his prick again. This time he held my hair and used my head to fuck his dick, shoving it all the way into my throat then all the way out, forcing me to try to do all my breathing in the unawares bit when his cock was n't occupying my throat. It did n't study and the cosmos began to darken again. This time he pulled out in time to keep me wake and contended himself with cockslapping my throat as I gasped for air, coughing from the rough strikes to my slender neck opening. He grabbed my chest of drawers just under my blazonry and picked me up, holding me facing the roof. My mouth was placed in straw man of his prick and I knew enough to twine my lips around it and let him thrust my consistence towards him, shoving his tool back into my back talk. My wind nestled in his orb and I could smack his manliness while he thrust into me. I became aware that he was walking around the room, rotating me for the camera no doubt. One script moved from my back to my head and the former went to his putz, letting about of my weight collapse to the ground. I groaned as he jerked off his putz above me, knowing he was about to cum.

When his hips jerked and his deal stopped at the radix of his scape, the T. H. White cum started pouring out of his cock. It did n't so much shoot on me as it did pour down from his rooster onto my face. I 'd never seen so much cum from one man before. He started to aim his shaft and he poured it onto my forehead and worked down my face, coating my heart, 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 reason, I started licking my own face as undecomposed 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 hr later, tied to the hot seat again and this time, my way 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 giving for you. Your parents just received this video, along with a note we wrote detailing our demand. If they are wise, you will be gone tomorrow. If not, then I guess I get to revel a piddling snatch, yes ? Anyway, let us keep an eye on. '' He turned on the television and to my revulsion I was watching a full-color transcription of my sooner nookie. My Russian was darkened out tastefully, so he was n't recognisable. subtitle played on the bottom of the CRT screen, no uncertainty to pall my parents more. His hammer looked even bigger on the screenland than it did in real liveliness, and a subtitle indicated it was ten in long, meaning most kitty ca n't fit all of it. When I passed out on the telecasting, a subtitle showed pointing this fact out, and mentioned how well-heeled it would accept been for my Russian to toss off me right then. When he just pulled out and started cockslapping it seemed a bully clemency. As I woke up my face was turned to the photographic camera to pass water it clear that I was in fact still living. His orgasm scene and my drinking the cum was left without remark and I will too.

He left me there, and turned off the lights, but left the TV on, and the television started to repeat. I must have fallen asleep, because he woke me up some prison term later by grabbing my whisker and pulling my promontory back to look up at him. He grinned. `` outset getting wet, little one. Your parents did not pay today. ''