I woke up, not sure where I am. At first, I was n't even sure enough 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 matter I remember was ... sipping that drink while looking into that Russian commutation pupil 's eyes. The realization that I was drugged comes with the realization that I could n't move, tied hired man and groundwork to a chair but otherwise bare. I was n't wearing a blindfold, but the elbow room was too dark to see around in. I could have been anywhere and I was all alone. I 'd wish to say I was strong, that I sat up neat and worked on an escape plan, but instead I broke down in tears.

I do n't experience how long I was there, but it felt like forever at the time. Eventually the door opened behind me and the Christ Within 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 saturnine naughty eyes and dark-brown hair, but after I noticed the knife in his hand I had hassle watching anything else.

'' Do you have it off why we 've taken you ? '' He spoke in a Russian accent, but I could make out his words.

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

'' Do n't worry, little one. We 're a very estimable sort of felon. Once your parents pay the ransom money, you 'll be a detached little jeune fille. Of course you 'll make to last out here until they pay, and I 'm afraid my job is to provide your parents with a good reason to pay. grin for the camera. '' He reached above him and opened a spline in the otherwise stark concrete rampart, revealing a camera behind some glass. He knelt down behind me and put his head word next to mine, making us both pose for the tv camera. He put his tongue to my tegument and started to lightly represent with it on my flesh. I froze, trying to keep back 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. `` piffling one, do you roll in the hay how sometimes a finger will be cut off and sent to the household to prove a point ? '' I closed my eye and braced myself, sure he was going to cut me. Instead, the tongue cut upwards, cutting the forget me drug that tied my hands to the hot seat, leaving them tied together. He grabbed them and roughly pushed me off the chairperson, letting me crash to the basis, my infantry still tied to the chair. A hand grabbed my fuzz and pulled my head back, making me look at the camera again. `` We do n't do that. We fuck our piddling girl dupe until they scream, and that sends a batch fine message to the family. The salutary part is, we do n't run out of fuckings like they run out of fingers. Today, you 're lucky. We 'll originate you off with something simple. You 're going to suck my cock, 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 think about biting my dick. I 'm not allowed to pour down you ... but I 'm allowed to make water your screams of nuisance so flash your parents will get word you from here without a camera. You got all that you fucking short cunt ? ``

I started crying again, and my assailant used the opportunity to shove his finger's breadth in my mouth and military 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 ceremonial occasion, he shoved that prick into my rima oris and started pleasuring himself with my oral fissure. I closed my eyes and cried silently, the rent rolling down my case around the cock violating my mouth. He pulled out, and started rubbing his pecker on my face, collecting crying on it, before he shoved it back into my mouth. I felt his hired hand grab my head and showtime pushing, then his cock pressed on the back of my oral cavity, 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 tomentum, then he just contentedly waited. I could n't breathe, but I did n't have enough air to contend, 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 principal by my tomentum. He made me take care at the camera again before pulling me onto his cock again. This time he held my tomentum and used my question to fuck his cock, shoving it all the way into my pharynx then all the way out, forcing me to try to do all my external respiration in the brusk consequence when his stopcock was n't occupying my throat. It did n't work and the world began to darken again. This sentence he pulled out in time to restrain me wake and contended himself with cockslapping my pharynx as I gasped for air, coughing from the rough tap 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 straw man of his turncock and I knew enough to wrap my backtalk around it and let him force my physical structure towards him, shoving his prick back into my mouth. My intrude nestled in his clod and I could smack 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 background. I groaned as he jerked off his rooster above me, knowing he was about to cum.

When his hips jerked and his paw stopped at the al-Qaeda of his light beam, the white cum started pouring out of his stopcock. It did n't so much shoot on me as it did pour down from his cock onto my boldness. I 'd never seen so often 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 nozzle, and letting cum fill up my sassing until I had to swallow a mouthful. He grabbed my face and held it upwards, with a barked instruction to drink. Too terrified to argue, I started licking my own grimace as best I could, catching it as it dribbled down my grimace. Eventually I was able-bodied 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 time of day later, tied to the chairwoman again and this metre, my room was lit and there was a telecasting in front of me. My Russian was sitting adjacent to it, waiting for me to wake up. Now that I had awoken, he grinned slightly. `` I hope you slept well, lilliputian one. Now, I have a special gift for you. Your parents just received this video, along with a preeminence we wrote detailing our demands. If they are smart, you will be gone tomorrow. If not, then I guess I get to enjoy a piffling pussy, yes ? Anyway, let us watch. '' He turned on the goggle box and to my horror I was watching a full-color recording of my earlier nooky. My Russian was darkened out tastefully, so he was n't recognizable. Subtitles played on the posterior of the cover, no doubtfulness to scare my parents more. His cock looked even bigger on the CRT screen than it did in existent life, and a subtitle indicated it was ten inches long, meaning most pussies ca n't fit all of it. When I passed out on the video, a caption showed pointing this fact out, and mentioned how easy it would have got been for my Russian to toss off me right then. When he just pulled out and started cockslapping it seemed a great mercifulness. As I woke up my boldness was turned to the camera to stool it absolved that I was in fact still living. His orgasm conniption and my drinking the cum was left without scuttlebutt and I will too.

He left me there, and turned off the Light, but left the TV on, and the picture started to recapitulate. I must possess fallen asleep, because he woke me up some time later by grabbing my hair and pulling my top dog back to look up at him. He grinned. `` Start getting wet, little one. Your parents did not pay today. ''