I woke up, not trusted where I am. At first, I was n't even for certain 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 finally thing I remember was ... sipping that drink while looking into that Russian exchange student 's oculus. The realization that I was drugged comes with the realization that I could n't move, tied hand and infantry to a chair but otherwise bare. I was n't wearing a blindfold, but the room was too dark to see around in. I could take been anywhere and I was all alone. I 'd wish to say I was strong, that I sat up full-strength and worked on an escape plan, but instead I broke down in tears.

I do n't eff how long 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 imagination cleared a man was sitting there. He was shirtless and well-muscled, with dark blue oculus and browned hair, but after I noticed the knife in his manus I had trouble watching anything else.

'' Do you know 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 hand and I was terrified.

'' Do n't worry, little one. We 're a very respectable variety of criminals. Once your parents pay the ransom money, you 'll be a detached little lass. Of course you 'll have to quell here until they pay, and I 'm afraid my job is to provide your parents with a good reason to pay. Smile for the tv camera. '' He reached above him and opened a slat in the otherwise stark concrete wall, revealing a camera behind some drinking 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 peel and started to lightly play with it on my flesh. I froze, trying to keep all my bloodline inside my trunk. The knife slid down to where my hands were bound and it rested at the base of a finger. `` Little one, do you get it on how sometimes a finger will be cut off and sent to the kin to demonstrate a point ? '' I closed my heart and braced myself, sure he was going to cut me. Instead, the tongue cut upwards, cutting the rope that tied my paw to the death chair, leaving them tied together. He grabbed them and roughly pushed me off the chair, letting me crash to the land, my feet still tied to the chair. A mitt grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me reckon at the camera again. `` We do n't do that. We fuck our little fille victim until they scream, and that sends a batch finely subject matter to the families. The best voice is, we do n't run out of fucking like they run out of finger's breadth. Today, you 're lucky. We 'll start you off with something simpleton. You 're going to suck my shaft, then I 'm going to cum on your cheek, and then you 're going to booze my cum for the camera. And do n't call back about biting my shaft. I 'm not allowed to pop you ... but I 'm allowed to pull in your screeching of botheration so loud your parents will hear you from here without a camera. You got all that you fucking footling cunt ? ``

I started crying again, and my assailant used the opportunity to squeeze his fingers in my oral fissure and force it open all the way. He pushed me around until I was in profile for the photographic camera and he dropped his drawers. Out sprang a cock that looked dangerously tumid. Without ceremony, he shoved that cock into my rima oris and started pleasuring himself with my sassing. I closed my eyes and cried silently, the tears rolling down my nerve around the pecker violating my mouthpiece. He pulled out, and started rubbing his dick on my face, collecting tears on it, before he shoved it back into my backtalk. I felt his hands grab my head and start pushing, then his turncock pressed on the back of my sassing, making me gag on his putz. 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 burred pube haircloth, then he just contentedly waited. I could n't pass off, but I did n't receive enough air to struggle, so I just looked up at him, panic consuming my brain 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 wait at the camera again before pulling me onto his cock again. This time he held my hair and used my head to screw his prick, shoving it all the way into my throat then all the way out, forcing me to try to do all my respiration in the short minute when his rooster was n't occupying my throat. It did n't work and the reality began to darken again. This prison term he pulled out in time to keep open me awake and contended himself with cockslapping my throat 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 mouth was placed in movement of his cock and I knew enough to enfold my lips around it and let him thrust my body towards him, shoving his peter back into my mouth. My nose nestled in his balls and I could smell his manfulness while he thrust into me. I became aware that he was walking around the room, rotating me for the television camera no doubtfulness. One hand moved from my back to my fountainhead and the former went to his dick, letting near of my weight unit collapse to the primer coat. I groaned as he jerked off his pecker 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 rooster. It did n't so much shoot on me as it did pour down from his cock onto my cheek. I 'd never seen so lots cum from one man before. He started to aim his dick 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 bury a mouthful. He grabbed my font and held it upwards, with a bark command to drink in. Too terrified to debate, I started licking my own face as unspoiled I could, catching it as it dribbled down my font. Eventually I was able to spread 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 60 minutes later, tied to the chair again and this sentence, my room was lit and there was a goggle box in front of me. My Russian was sitting side by side 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 need. If they are ache, you will be gone tomorrow. If not, then I guess I get to enjoy a little pussy, yes ? Anyway, let us ascertain. '' He turned on the idiot box and to my repulsion 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 bottom of the screen, no doubtfulness to dash my parents more. His putz looked even prominent on the screen than it did in real life, and a subtitle indicated it was ten inch long, meaning most pussycat ca n't fit all of it. When I passed out on the telecasting, a subtitle showed pointing this fact out, and mentioned how easy it would suffer 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 boldness was turned to the camera to make it clear that I was in fact still living. His orgasm tantrum 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 video recording started to repeat. I must induce fallen asleep, because he woke me up some time later by grabbing my hairsbreadth and pulling my question back to calculate up at him. He grinned. `` Start getting wet, little one. Your parents did not pay today. ''