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The Heiress

By: JanesHeart



Note: This is a rework of a previously submitted story A Rude Awakening. Sorry for the very long delay in continuing my tale but I am happier with this version. Comments are very welcome! 

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I woke up suddenly and found myself bound and gagged and no memory of how I got that way. My eyes were blindfolded and; my hands were tied down on either side of my head. I tried to stay calm until I figured out what was going on. The room was warm and I was uncovered and naked. I was lying on a firm cushion that was contoured so that my pelvis was lifted higher than my head. I tried to slowly move my legs but they were tied tight to the cushion, splayed open. A restraint held my shoulders down and another held my stomach. I was completely helpless, bound and gagged and exposed to the world. "OK, don't panic." I told myself. 

I could hear people nearby, they were talking but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Sounds were fuzzy, my head felt blurry and I became aware that my pussy and ass were sore as hell. I must have been drugged, that was the only way I could awaken trussed up like a roasted chicken and not freak out. I was trying to concentrate on breathing since it was the only thing I could do. 

The last thing I remember was riding my bike. I was riding on a bike path that ran through a forest preserve. I am a very small woman, 5'2, 105 lbs but I am far from helpless and the area in which I live with my husband is safe so I usually rode everywhere without fear. I remembered a curve in the path then I remembered a man stepped out in the middle of the path, then another one. I don't remember anything after that.

I gradually became aware of someone near me. He was close and seemed to be struggling with something. He grunted a little and the sound was muffled, either because my head was so fuzzy or he was gagged as well. I fell back into unconsciousness.

When I next awoke, I was in the exact same position with the addition of a man slowly sliding his cock in and out of me. He held my knees apart and kind of crooned to me in a language I did not understand while he slid his large, hard cock out of my slippery hole and let the head rub against my clit and then slowly slid back in. The feeling was incredible. I felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I came fully awake with a roaring orgasm that screamed through every inch of me. I screamed with nearly unbearable pleasure, fear and terror. The man between my legs merely laughed and picked up his pace.

"There you go, now she's awake." A French accented voice side in the same crooning tone. "She'll be more interesting now." 

I pulled against my bonds but I had no strength. I felt drunk, my head was spinning, he began to pound into me and I screamed as another orgasm crashed over me and I was tumbling through wave after wave as if I had been tossed into the sea. I was having trouble catching my breath and I had to seethe through the gag to get enough air. I heard laughing and applause as I came a third time as the French man merely touched my clit. I didn't usually come like this. My husband was a very good lover but for me to come, he had to work pretty hard. 

Then there were hands all over me. Not a single part of my body went untouched. My breasts were squeezed; my legs and stomach were stroked in a maddeningly erotic way. Fingers entered me and stroked me, explored every inch they could reach. They played with my clit; they invaded my ass, tickled my inner thigh and massaged my feet. I had no idea how many hands were on me, it could have been a hundred, or it could have been two. My body could no longer take the constant stimulation. I was sure I was about to find out if spontaneous combustion was real. I passed out again. 

Someone was washing me. I was in a bathtub, unbound and un-blind folded. The warm water felt amazing and I just wanted to slip beneath the surface and never come up but the strong hands washing me would not allow it. I opened my eyes and saw I was in a stark white bathroom, plain but clean. The man washing me was speaking to me in French but his voice was different from the man who had raped me last time I was conscious. This man had shaggy light brown hair that peeked out of a tight cap but he wore a mask over his eyes so it was liked being tended to by a bank robber. He was gentle as he washed my hair and cleaned every single part of my tortured body. He allowed me to soak for awhile, my muscles ached from being bound for who knows how long and from being abused for who knew how many times. The memory of the rape came back and I tried to be angry or alarmed but I did not have the strength for it. 

"Where am I? Why am I here? What are you going to do with me?" I croaked. I sounded hoarse and weak.

He merely smiled and replied. "Je suis désolé, mais je ne parle pas anglais".

"Great, never mind." My two years of high school French was not coming back to me. The door to the bathroom was closed and there were no windows so I had no clues as to where I was. I didn't know how much time had passed. My husband must be crazed with worry.

"What is your name?" I asked. He just mumbled something unintelligible in reply. He rinsed me and bade me to stand. He held a towel up and wrapped me in it and rubbed me dry. Could I push him down and run for it? I had no strength, my legs were shaky and I could barely stand. I still had the feeling of being drunk, my head spun and I had trouble thinking clearly. I barely noticed when he lingered over my breasts with the towel. I had nice breasts, a good size for my small frame they were perky and pink nippled. I rarely showed them off in revealing clothing but when my husband held them he would nibble and caress them as if they were delectable peaches. 

My captor opened a drawer and took out a small, white, unmarked jar. He opened it and gathered a dollop of white cream. He turned to me and started to coat my pussy with it. I started to protest and push him away but he held me tight and the instant it touched me, the burning and soreness subsided. It was then that I realized that my pussy was completely bare. I had been shaved or judging by the smoothness, waxed. I usually kept my pubes neatly trimmed and I waxed the bikini line but I have never removed it all. I felt even more exposed than I did before although his hands on my mound felt delicious. He took his time rubbing cream into me, coating a lot more of me than was probably necessary. I found myself starting to respond. My nerves were not on fire as they were when I was bound but I was still very sensitive and I began to add my own juices to the cream. He held me against his lean, hard body and rubbed me so intimately and I hated how he could make my body betray me. 

I tried to block out what was happening and I was trembling with the effort when he got another dollop of cream and began to massage my anus. I have never done anal but the soreness that I felt told me that at some point it had been done to me. He pressed one finger in, then another, all with the appearance of applying the salve. It felt humiliating to have a strange man's finger in my ass but I had to admit it also felt amazingly good. He pulled something else out of a drawer but I couldn't see what it was. I felt something press against my ass but it was bigger than his finger. It entered me and I let out a yelp as whatever it was filled me. He didn't pull it out, in fact he slapped my ass when I tried to reach back and pull it out. I tried to push it out and I got five more stinging hard slaps for my trouble. The language barrier was not a problem. He wanted it to stay where he put it.

I couldn't imagine why this was happening to me but it was obvious that they intended to entertain themselves while they had me. Were they waiting for ransom? My husband didn't have any money but I did. The problem was, he didn't know about it. No one did. Money couldn't be the reason. Maybe I was just a random victim that they intended to torture and then kill. I was average looking, long dark brown hair, small mouth, large blue eyes but I wasn't the type of person to inspire such lust that he would go to all this trouble. But then why bathe me? A killer who was a neat freak? It didn't make sense and there were more than just the two guys, I was certain about that. I remembered the hands, so many hands. 

He didn't allow me to do anything. He dried and brushed my hair, brushed my teeth and cleaned my nails but he did not have anything that looked like clothes. I felt a little better and more alert. I was ravenously hungry and a sudden loud growl of my stomach made my pressing need clear. The man smiled and nodded to me. He put the blindfold back over my eyes and tied my hands together in front of me. He led me out of the bathroom and I think I was back in the room in which I woke up. The floor was hardwood and it squeaked as we walked across it. The pressure in my ass was weird and I felt like I was walking really strangely but that could have been my still weak knees. He sat me on a chair and tied each of my hands to the arm of a chair. He then secured each ankle to the legs of the chair. I struggled against being bound again. I was naked, half drugged, blindfolded and I had something stuck in my ass. I wasn't going to go anywhere but my pleas went unheard.

A straw was placed at my lips and I drank greedily. The cool water was such a relief that I didn't at first hear the muffled cries coming from another part of the room. The voice was male and he sounded like he was gagged and he sounded pissed. The French guy yelled at him but it didn't quiet him down. I heard footsteps and then a brief struggle and the man was quiet. I was frozen with fear. How many people were prisoners here? What were they going to do with us?

Something cold and wet touched my lips and I jumped as far as my bindings would allow. He placed his hand on my shoulder and again touched something to my lips. It was a strawberry. I bit into and tried to chew and swallow but fear and anger prevented me from eating it. I spit it back out. For all I knew it was drugged or poisoned. The water! Why did I drink the water?

I pressed my lips tightly together and wouldn't eat anything else despite the growling of my stomach. He seemed to give up and replaced the gag in my mouth. 

Why can't I have greater control over my body? It does all kinds of things that I didn't want it to do, like respond to the finger that began playing with my displayed clit. A finger slid into me, then two. I felt humiliated and horrified but I could go nowhere, I could not escape the hand that was playing with me. He bent over and sucked my nipples while he played with my bare pussy lips and my exposed clit. His hands knew what they were doing and they soon had me coming in a back arching orgasm. 

I was sitting on the chair in a puddle of my own juices, trying to catch my breath when the man spoke again but the voice was different and it was not accented in French.

"You really should eat. You haven't eaten much in the last few days and there isn't much of you to begin with. We must keep your strength up."

The shock that the man who just brought me to orgasm with his fingers was not the same person who bathed me was alarming and I nearly started to cry from the frustration of being so helpless. I did not like being helpless. I had a thousand questions and now that there was someone whom I could understand, I could not talk. It was maddening. The gag did not stop me from trying to talk and I shouted and demanded but all I managed to do was make the new guy laugh.

"Yes, I am sure you have lots to say and you will figure everything out soon but first I want you to meet your playmate."

My playmate? OK, so maybe raping and killing me wasn't on the agenda but something more along the lines of slavery. Maybe if I behaved, I could figure a way out. They can't keep a slave tied up forever, could they?

He released me from the chair and led me to bed. I resisted sitting down and actually tried to wriggle out of his grip but where the hell I thought I was going to go was beyond me. I just did not want to be placidly led anywhere. He merely picked me up and dumped me on the bed. He tied only my hands to the headboard behind my head. Then he took off the blindfold.

I looked up at him. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants, wore a cap and was masked just like the second French guy, I could barely tell them apart unless they spoke. I looked around and there were no other masked men in the room but there was someone next sitting on a chair next to the bed. He must be the gagged man I heard earlier. He was cuffed securely to the chair. He had brown hair and tired looking eyes. He was naked and looked just as vulnerable as I felt. He also looked familiar. 

Another masked man came in with a hypodermic needle in his hand. He headed towards me. No way was I going to let that needle anywhere near me, not without a fight. I immediately started to wiggle out of the way and planned to kick him, knee him, whatever it took to knock that needle away but two more masked men came in and held me down and I was injected with the needle. 

A captor pulled a gun out of his belt and pointed it at the naked man. He kept it trained on him as he released him from the chair and ordered him onto the bed. We were both still gagged so we could only stare at each other. He looked so sad. I am sure I looked terrified but also puzzled as I tried to work out where I had seen this guy before. He was medium height, very tan and lean and he had an impressive hard-on, something he attempted to conceal from me.

The drug coursed quickly through my veins. I relaxed and everything went kind of fuzzy, like it was when I first woke up. I lost the power to move my limbs but it felt like every muscle I had has tingling. A captor reached over to release my hands and as he did so he ran his hands over breasts and my skin was so sensitive that the mere touch of his hands had me moaning with pleasure. What the hell was in that drug? It must be the same thing I was on when I was raped before. It looked like I was about to re-experience it. The memory of that mind-shattering series of orgasms had my pussy dripping just at the thought. I was too fuzzed out to be embarrassed. Now I just wanted to be fucked.

Our captor motioned to my playmate to go over to me. He reluctantly obeyed and as he positioned himself between my legs, he looked into my eyes and I could see regret and apology. I tried to communicate to him that not only what he was about to do was ok with me, he better do it soon. I wanted him and his very stiff, very thick cock told me he wanted me too. 

The tip of his penis was playing with the lips of my pussy, my juices coating him and encouraging him to go father. Someone shouted instructions but I could not make sense of them. His mere touch made moan, every nerve ending was on fire and words no longer computed in my head. My moan gave him all the invitation he needed and in one stroke he buried himself deep inside of me. He filled me so completely that I came instantly, the muscles of my cunt gripped him so hard, I wondered if he had trouble pulling back out because he waited a moment before he pulled out and then slammed back in. He fucked me hard and I went wild with pleasure and pain. At some point my gag was removed and so was his. He yelled and I screamed with each orgasm as he fucked me for what seemed an eternity. He flipped me over, pulled up my hips and took me from behind, a position I always liked. He held my hips and slid in and out as my soaking pussy drenched us both. His balls beat on my clit and I went nearly crazy. I had forgotten about the thing in my ass but my playmate found it and as he fucked me, he moved it in and out of my ass. I almost fainted from the sensations of those two hard missiles filling me so savagely. I could not tell when one orgasm ended and another began.

Once again, I passed out. 

When I woke, my playmate was lying beside me, naked, flat on his stomach and sound asleep. The room was quiet and I realized I was no longer tied to anything. I looked around the room. It was large and richly painted in deep yellows and red. The only furniture was a bed with a dark red, fitted sheet but no other covers, a table, a few chairs and a frightening looking rack in the shape of an x. There were cuffs on each end of the x and the whole thing was looming and menacing. There were no windows and only two doors; one to the bathroom and one was the exit but I knew it would be locked. The whole room looked like a stage set, why else would there be no windows? No one built rooms like this. The ceiling was high and it was fitted with a few canister lights that were the room's only light source. I did not see any switches on the wall. I had no way of telling what time of day it was. It could be three in the morning for all I knew.

I decided to test my legs and though they were shaky, I could stand. As soon as I did, a river of cum flowed down my legs. It felt warm and sticky and as it flowed down my leg, my eyes flew open. I was not on any birth control. The pill made me sick so my husband used condoms until we decided to start a family. I was only 28 years old and still not quite ready. I had secrets and I had to be able to share my secrets with my husband before I could commit to the whole family life. My secret would change everything. I loved and trusted my husband but we have been having some trouble and I had to be absolutely sure this was the man I would be with forever. I liked to think so but after 4 years of marriage he changed a little and I changed a little. We were working through it but I was waiting to see what would happen. I needed to know what day it was. 

I no longer had anything in my anus but it did still burn. My pussy was swollen from the savage fucking I had received. I have never been fucked like that and my pussy started to tingle just thinking about it. I didn't think I was ever going to be able to walk normally again. I walked to bathroom, relieved at the prospect of a moment of privacy. Of course when I entered I realized there was no door. Despite everything that had been done to me, every part of me that had been exposed, abused, fucked and sucked, the idea of peeing in front of a stranger made me panic. 

I gingerly sat on the toilet and peed. I had to wipe very carefully as my tender and swollen parts shrieked at the slightest touch. I was slippery and still seemed to be filled with cum. Every wipe was coated and cum just kept oozing it out. I turned on the shower and decided to just rinse off. There was no shower curtain or shower door and only tiny towels, no bigger than a hand towel and certainly nothing large enough with which to cover myself. I let the hot water run over me and I closed my eyes and bent my head back. When I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, I noticed the camera. 

Fuck! I had to know what was going on. Why was this happening? I was about to shut the water off when my playmate came into the bathroom and without hesitating, joined me in the shower. I saw a captor behind him prodding him in. He kind of just smiled a little helplessly and apologized. The captor left and for the first time I got a good, clear look at him.

"Yes, you do know me." He said in response to my quizzical look. "We met at the neighborhood picnic last year. My name is Mark."

"You're my neighbor!" I exclaimed.

A voice boomed from a speaker. "Wash her and do a good job." We both looked up.

"I am sorry." He said. "If I don't do what they ask, they strap me to the board out there and torture me." He looked at the side of the tub and found a sponge and some soap. He lathered the sponge and stared at it. "I resisted for so long. They wanted me to do things to you and I wouldn't. They strapped me to the x and whipped me, clamped things to me, put plugs in my ass, and then even threatened to cut me but instead, they took me down and tied you to it." He stopped speaking and started to stroke me with the sponge.


The Heiress Ch. 02



Thanks for the notes and comments! Please vote and leave comments, they help me improve my work, thanks! 

The Heiress, continued...

Part 2

Colin

Colin sat before his bank of computer monitors and watched as one of his kidnapped victims lay in a drug-induced sleep. The man's name was Mark and he was taken captive to service his niece Clara, whom Colin had also kidnapped. Clara, had been auctioned off but he wasn't certain what to do with Mark.

The plan was simple, if it could be proven that his niece had led an immoral life, her sizeable trust fund could be contested and he would be the beneficiary of over 80 million dollars, thanks to his father's obsession with morality. He'd kidnapped her and a neighborhood man chosen at random, forced them together in a number of different ways, hopefully impregnated her and then photos were sent to her husband to make it appear she was having a torrid affair. When she reappears nine months later, with an illegitimate child, her trust would be lost. 

"Good old Dad," Colin thought. "Your strict moral living code finally came in handy." His father was rich, over-bearing, demanding and luckily also dead. They hadn't gotten along and Colin had been cut off completely. Clara, the daughter of his perfect, ass-kissing and also dead brother, inherited everything.

Colin had created an elaborate room to hold his captives and then began streaming the entire thing to a very select group of people who had handsomely to watch real captives be raped and abused, who also paid for their fantasies to be played out before them. It had turned out to be a very lucrative little side benefit. One subscriber had a fetish for incest so Colin reluctantly, although happily, raped his niece. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy looking down on Clara, the perfect and best-loved only grandchild, helplessly bound and gagged to the bed, while he fucked the shit out of her. He liked it so much that he did it twice. 

He had to separate Mark and Clara, for if she really were pregnant, they had to be kept apart so they could not foil his plans. Also the twitch in his groin tended to grow insistent in her presence and it was getting hard to focus on anything else. She now was several thousand miles away, where her online life can continue until he was ready to release her. Her new captor could make his own money with her. As long as she and the baby were not harmed, he didn't care what happened to her. If she were not pregnant, then her new keeper could find someone else to do the job. 

The problem was the stud guy, Mark. Colin had failed to think much about his fate after he had served his purpose. Killing him would be the best option but not really his style. Colin was a lot of things; a degenerate, a gambler, a liar, an addict, but not a cold-blooded killer. Besides, more money could be made with him. He was just an average looking guy, nerdy and earnest, nothing to make a woman warm between the legs, until he dropped his pants. Lucky bastard was huge and his stamina was incredible. He had several inquiries from his rich and lonely subscribers, asking for some time with his beautiful cock. Colin knew a money-making opportunity when he saw it. 

Clara and Mark had been held captive in a closed room, equipped with a bed, a table, a bathroom and 20 cameras, some hidden, some not. Every thrust, moan, groan and orgasm had been watched by an appreciative audience. The reaction was so positive that Colin had activated other chambers to fill the growing list of requests from his subscribers. Mark was his only true, non-consentual performer now that Clara was gone and he had the greatest number of viewers. The captive people in the other chambers paid to be there and a few were invited to be there. 

Each chamber could be made to fit any scenario that was requested. The largest chamber had been recently used to host the party where Colin introduced his experimental Nympho drug and where he auctioned off his niece Clara. The winner wouldn't get to keep her forever, just gets to rent her for awhile. The drug hits the pleasure center of the brain and enhances it so that every nerve ending is an intense pleasure point. Everyone had tried a sample and the resultant orgy was unexpected but highly entertaining. All sense of modesty and propriety were lost and his guests were lost in a sexual sensory overload that would not be contained. Colin was glad for the industrial showerheads they had installed to simulate a rain scenario. 

The party and the drug were a huge hit and Colin's House of Depravity, as Colin wryly thought of it, was fast becoming the most sought after destination for the rich and elite. It became known simply as There, as in "Have you been There?" The harder it became to get in, the more money people offered to pay. And every woman, as well as a few men, wanted to be with Mark. They wanted to be in Clara's position, they wanted to have no control over what happened to them. Colin would give them what they wanted.

Mark

Mark woke up and automatically looked for Clara in hope she had been brought back to him. She'd been gone for days and no one would tell him what happened to her. He was nearly frantic and had started to fight anyone who came near him unless they would give him news. Eventually, they had ganged up on him and subdued him with a shot of their favorite zombie drug. Then they tied him to the bed and left him alone for hours.

He'd woken once when he felt something being inserted into his anus. The thing started to vibrate and his breathe was taken away. The drug did not allow him to move so he was helpless against it when a woman entered the room. She stood next to the bed and surveyed every inch of him. She wore a gauzy, white, transparent dress and her red hair was in a messy knot on top of her head. She wore a mask over her eyes and Mark supposed that was because of the cameras. She wanted to play but not be recognized. She straddled him and impaled herself on his ever-present hard on. She lowered herself carefully and emitted a sharp intake of breath when her cunt swallowed his helmet and she got her first idea that fucking him was going to be worth every penny. She worked slowly until she could take his entire girth, her pussy gripping his steel tightly. Her juices drenched him and she soon could move freely and without hesitation up and down his cock. She rode him like an expert and pumped him till she came. The anal vibrations electrified his balls and when he came, he fired over and over, deep into the woman's pulsating pussy. He lay there with helpless tears streaming from his eyes. Now he knew how Clara felt when she was ravaged by him while unable to move. He felt raped, used and abused. 

When he next woke up, there was someone else lying in the bed next to him. But the blonde hair was wrong, the bright blue eyes were wrong, the long red fingernails were wrong. Who the hell was this and where was Clara?

The woman was gagged and bound to the bed, her legs spread open, vulnerable and exposed. She appeared to be frightened but also a current of excitement seemed to run through her. She tugged a little at her restraints but not like escape was on her mind. Mark had a raging hard-on, probably the result of the male enhancement drug they periodically gave him because he was in no mood to perform for these people. He needed to escape and find Clara. 

As he turned to the woman to see who she was, a voice came over the intercom. "Fuck her." It simply said. 

Mark started to yell "Just who the hell are you people? I demand you tell me what happened to Clara! Let me fucking go!" He was tired of this game and he wanted out of there. He was half in love with Clara and he had to have her. 

The voice waited for Mark to finish his tirade and then simply said, "You will fuck this woman or we will kill her and you will never see Clara again." 

Mark looked at the woman who now had genuine fright in her eyes. She could not speak because of the gag but she made plenty of noise in protest over her death threat. She looked at him with pleading eyes. She looked to be a standard issue well-kept wife, too skinny, too maintained and too used to getting her way. She had probably paid to be here which turned him into a prostitute. Which also meant there was no way they would kill her. He refused to touch her. 

The men in black came in again with their needles and held him down while they injected him with what could only be the Nympho drug. He had not been given it before but Clara had described the overwhelming sensations it forced her to feel. They injected the woman as well but she probably paid extra for that. Within moments, Mark felt on fire as he felt every inch of his body had come awake at once. He felt as if he was turning into a whole different being as his brain turned off and his skin crackled with electricity and his already huge cock became even larger and it needed to destroy something. 

He turned to the bound woman and saw only her cunt. The look in his eyes was pure animal lust and she screamed as his huge rod came straight at her. He grabbed her by the waist and drove his hot iron cock deep into her gaping hole with the ferocity of a stallion and proceeded to lunge in and out of her, deaf to her screams. He rammed into her hot cunt without mercy and she nearly howled with each vicious thrust and then she squirted so hard that it was like a spray at a water park. The added liquid only fueled his fire. He tore down the ropes holding her legs apart and flipped her over, he grabbed her by her hips and once again drove his cock to the very center of her soul. 

He fucked her forever, never letting up while she screamed and grunted, orgasmed and fainted, came to and orgasmed again. Finally he came and drenched her insides with a river of hot cum and he shook with relief as he pulled free of her body. Coming down off the high of the drug he saw what he had done. She lay on her stomach, breathing heavy, ragged breaths, her ravaged cunt was red, swollen and distended and a river of his cum streamed out of her to join her own contributions of the puddle in which she laid. His finger marks clearly visible all over her body. Mark did not even know her name. 

"Are you ok?" he asked as he removed her gag. She breathed easier but was unable to say a coherent word. He felt shaky and trembled slightly and headed towards the shower. The hot water of the shower did not calm his still hyper-sensitive nerve endings but he forced himself to stand in it. His heart was broken and now his spirit was in danger of leaving him as well. He was reduced to the status of an animalistic prostitute, on display like in some weird zoo, his unseen audience glued to his every tear. He thought he was going to go crazy.

A black clad captor appeared with a towel and helped dry him off. Mark didn't expect clothes as he hadn't worn any in weeks but the captor offered him a robe and Mark put it on. It felt really weird and he wanted to take it off, nudity was a comfortable state for him now but when he left the bathroom, the woman was gone, the bed had been changed and a man was seated at the table. 

Mark looked at the well dressed gentleman with a vaguely familiar face. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, strong jaw line, this could only be Clara's Uncle Colin. The cameras were off for this discussion. 

"What happened to that woman?" was Mark's first question.

"She's...recovering." Colin worded carefully. "She is bathing and will rest. She paid to be a captive for three days at $20,000 a day so she's still here. We did not mean to remove her from the chamber until her time was up but I am afraid the drug we tested on you was a little strong and you did a Mr. Hyde thing on us. We were afraid you had really done some damage to her so we are checking her out."

Mark felt ill. He had never been anything but a tender and considerate lover until he had been taken and now he was hurting people. 'Where is Clara?" he asked. He was calm, too exhausted to work up the fury he has been running on for the last few days. 

"She is safe and will be well cared for and if you behave, you will see her again." Colin stared at Mark's anguished face. He knew well the look of love and concern for Clara since his father wore it often. Colin never once saw anything but contempt on his father's face for him. He pushed away the urge to punch the look off of Mark's face and said. "Follow orders and fulfill the fantasies of bored, rich people. This is not a bad gig, fuck all the time and get the woman you love in return."

He stood to leave. Mark stopped him when he said, "I have a wife, she will be looking for me, she's probably called the police."

Colin looked him in the eye and said, "No, she's not looking for you, she hates you. She received photos of you fucking my niece in 20 different ways. She's been crying on the shoulder of Clara's husband. They both want you dead." And with that, he left.  

Mark paced back and forth, the animal restless in his cage. When could he see Clara again? He knew they wanted him to impregnate her, would they wait till she gave birth? He didn't think he would survive that long. Every faction of his life had changed when he chose to try to help her when she was attacked on a bike path. What if he hadn't gone running that day? Would he have gone if he had known what was waiting for him down that path? 

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard a commotion behind him. Four of his captors were leading in the woman he had viciously fucked. She was walking gingerly but she had a look of pure determination and defiance as the captors threw her on the bed. 

"You will tell us what we want to know or that ravaged cunt of yours will just be the beginning." One of the captors spit out. A rolling tray was brought in with whips, clamps, ropes and a number of things that Mark could not identify. 

"I will never tell you, never!" The woman proclaimed. So this was her fantasy. Mark groaned and inwardly winced, he would never be able to do this. 

Clara

I have been in this warm, dank cell for hours and no one will tell me where I am or why I am here. It has the look and feel of a 19th century prison but with less charm. Medieval torture devices can be seen when looking down the row of cells and I have seen naked people chained to them but so far, no real torture has occurred.

My ankle is chained to the floor and I have room to move about but mostly I try to stay in the center of my cell, away from the prying hands of the occupants in each of the adjacent cells. There were probably 30 men or so in 6 cells, three on each side of a wide row. A few cots were in each cell but not enough for everyone to have their own. The main guard is a sick little bastard who likes to stand over me and masturbate, it's disgusting. However, I am a small, naked woman in a cell and there is nothing else to do here. In fact many of the inmates stare at me while yanking on their cocks and it is interesting to note what part of me captures their interest. My bare pussy, full breasts and tight ass provide their fair share of masturbatory aid but my feet, my throat and back of my knees also get a lot of staring time. It's kind of weird. 

I have figured out that the people in the other cells are here voluntarily when one naked man asked another naked man how much time he had left. "Just until Monday, I need to be in Singapore for a meeting." This statement appeared to be a major break in character and both men were immediately chained to the wall in their cells. Painful looking clamps were placed on their nipples, along their abdomens and on their scrotum. Then they were whipped until their skin was bright red with welt marks. The man going to Singapore had a look of pure joy on his face for just a moment until someone slapped him and put some kind of vice on his penis. 

Why would anyone subject themselves to this kind of torture? 

My biggest problem was food and water. The guard, dressed in period garb, brought a tray of food and water to the door of my cell and asked if I wanted any. 

"There is no way in hell I am going to touch any of that." I yelled. He walked away visibly disappointed. I soon regretted turning away the water.

Later, the guy in the cell next to me asked "Are you thirsty? It gets warm in here." He held up a tin cup and tapped the bars of the cell with it.

I had been sitting in tears most of the afternoon and I was thirsty. I looked at the cup and looked at him with gratitude. He grinned wickedly and said, "All it will cost you is a blow job." 

I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster. "You have got to be kidding."

"Hey," the guy said "It's supply and demand. You haven't earned your food and water." He waggled his cup and then took a slow sip. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He grinned. "I was caught stealing a loaf of bread to feed my starving family." His $200 haircut and perfectly toned abs told me that was not the truth. He wasn't going to drop character.

"What did you do, Fair Maid?" he asked me. 

The truth was stranger than anything I could make up so I gave him the short version, keeping it set in the period. "My evil uncle is trying to steal my inheritance so he sold me to slave traders. They put me here although I really don't know why."

"We occasionally get a wench in here but she is usually more accommodating." He looked at me, took in my red eyes and puffy nose and looked thoughtful. "How about a handjob then?"

"When will the guard come next with water?" I asked.

"Tomorrow."

I looked pointedly at his groin. He appeared to be sort of clean although I have never been a huge fan of oral sex. I didn't mind going down on my husband's cock but I could not swallow, I have vomited on him before and I didn't like it much when he did it to me. I was always embarrassed by the position and the smell. I hated my smell all over his face. He also didn't do it very well and he never successfully made me come that way, I would fake it to get it over with. 

"How much water do you have left?" I asked. 

"Half a cup and it will all be yours, I promise." He said.

I sat and thought about it for awhile. I was painfully aware of the other prisoners watching every move of this transaction, not one single thing was hidden in this place. I had to pee in a bucket and the shower was an open stall at the end of the row. I was never going to make it till tomorrow with no food or water, despite my attempt at bravado with the guard. And I've had nothing to do but sit and stare at the ceiling. I was angry, bored and missing Mark. 

"Alright but I want the water first." I said. He grinned and thrust his already rock hard penis through the bars as well as the mug. Every single man in the place stood up to get a better look. 

I approached him slowly and accepted the cup. It was odd tasting but cold and I drank it in two gulps. I spit in my hand and took a hold of his cock and I wanted to do a good job so this would be over quickly. I ran my hands up and down the shaft and had to admire his cock. It was a very nice cock, 7 or eight inches, good circumference, hairless and overall pleasing in appearance. 

He gripped the bars above my head and threw his head back and moaned in pleasure. I grabbed one of his balls and squeezed. I tried to close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else and I wasn't jacking off a stranger like a junkie trying to score a hit. I tried to picture myself milking a cow when I felt the first hot shot of cum on my face. I had made certain to point the guy's cock down so I opened my eyes in surprise to see the other men in the cell, all wanking off and all of them pointing it at me. I was soon covered although I never let go of the penis in which I was in charge, a deal was a deal. He hadn't yet fired off, so to speed things up, I played my part and ran my hands over my breasts, smearing the cum of 5 other men all over myself. I leaned against the bars, allowing each breast to poke into their side of the cell. Mouths of complete strangers immediately attached to my nipples and sucked as if I had mother's milk to sustain them. I was licked clean. A surge went right through me, straight to my cunt and it was now on fire. I hadn't been properly fucked in days and all my frustrations were demanding to be released. 




The Heiress Ch. 02



Hands reached through the bars and took possession of my pussy. I was fingered until I was nearly mad with desire. One long armed person managed to reach around me and play with my ass, putting one finger, then two up my tightest hole. I was practically levitating against the cold bars, being held up by mouths at my breasts, fingers in my ass and so many hands running up and down my body. 

I was suddenly released and I felt myself being turned around and a hand gently bending me over. I could have just pulled away but I didn't. I pressed my ass between the bars as best I could and I was rewarded with a hot cock up my dripping pussy. It felt so good and even through the bars prevented him from filling me up all the way, he more than made up for it in delicious strokes that were made strong when he held the bars for leverage. Others hands held me up against the iron rods and reached for whatever part they could touch. 

I had no idea who was fucking me and I did not care. I came hard and was grateful for the arms holding me as my knees began to buckle. When he finally came, I felt his hot cum blast within me and I suddenly missed Mark so much that my stomach clenched and I had tears running down my face. I didn't stop the men from doing what they wanted with me, the next cock invading my space was as close as I could get to feeling anything real. When that cock pulled out of my cunt and pressed against my ass, I pressed back and yelled, then moaned with pleasure as the head slipped passed my anal ring and filled my ass. A hand reached from below and rubbed my clit until my body was engulfed in another shattering orgasm. I allowed them to fuck all thoughts away.

I looked at the other cells to see if they were watching and some were but didn't seem upset at being left out. They had bodies around with which to occupy their time. I realized that this was the first time I had seen any actual sex going on. I wasn't certain what they were waiting for but as the lights grew dimmer, the noises became louder and the smell of semen and sweat were strong with my own aroma adding to the bouquet, like a sharp and sweet top note in perfume. I had never watched another couple making love before and never imagined what two men would look like. 

I watched with fascination as the other prisoners felt each other's chest and abs, hands ran over buttocks of steel, every color imaginable, each one a perfect specimen. In the dim light, their cocks were beautiful, revered objects of lust. Each rod was held and kissed and sucked and then they were searching, thrusting and ramming. The chorus of their moans and groans joined mine, echoing off the walls of the dungeon, filling the space with the sound of souls searching for release. 

I had cum running down my legs, I was sore and raw but when the men in the cell seemed to slow down, I crossed my cage to the men on the other side. Two men came up to me and started to fondle me. I closed my eyes and allowed the new explorers to to find my treasures, slightly the worse for wear but still enticing. They each stood with their cocks protruding into my space so I grabbed each of them and lovingly began to stoke them. My pussy still burned with desire and I wanted more. If I could have torn the bars of my cell away, I would have. I was like a bitch in heat, trying to escape her crate to hook up with every hound dog she could find. 

I found myself doing something I hated, I knelt down and took one of the cocks in my mouth. It was salty and musky and I was slightly repelled but I took as much of it as I could into my mouth. My cunt was throbbing for attention and I wish that the other man could have fucked me from behind while I sucked off his friend but I would just have to wait. I moved to the other offered cock and took him down my throat. I worked him up and down while striking the other with my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a third cock, lining up, waiting his turn. And then another, and another. It was hilarious sight, cocks as far as the eye could see. I paid attention to each but never brought them to climax, like a fluffer, I went from one to the other and kept them all in a state of readiness. 

Then I dragged my cot over against the bars and sat down on it and found my legs to be thin enough to go between them. I straddled a space between the bars so that they kept my pussy open while my legs were in their cell. A mouth was at my cunt, ravenously eating me, cleaning away the cum from my previous couplings. He sucked at my clit and rolled it around until I was the loudest howler in the dungeon. Someone else had taken possession of my feet and each of my toes were being sucked. It tickled so badly at first but the loving way he held my foot, massaged it, nibbled it, stroked it and sucked each and every toe like it was Popsicle was maddening. 

After awhile, my legs were straightened and pushed up so they were vertical with the bars and this forced me to lay on my back, my cunt was as forward and into their space as it could be. Men fell to their knees to posses me, one at time. They plunged their beautiful steel hard weapons into my well lubricated pussy or they took my ass and drove as hard as they could and seemed ready to go all night. I lay back and let it all happen and as I stared up at the ceiling, I noticed the camera. Then I thought back to the offered cup, they had put something on the water. That was why I was behaving this way.

I stared straight into the camera and gave it the finger. 

To be continued...



The Heiress



"I have a pretty clear idea what happened to me." My aching muscles told the story as clearly as he could. "Go on, it's OK."

He stood behind me and washed me as he hesitantly said, " You were obviously heavily drugged and they tied you face down and threatened to rape you if I refused to do it. I said I couldn't do that so they did. They raped you, over and over but only in your ass. There were four of them and I screamed at them to stop but they gagged me and then ignored me. "

I blanched a little. I knew I had been violated but the numbers were alarming. He kept soaping me, concentrating on my back. He reached around and started to wash my stomach, my breasts and despite my swollen pussy, I started to ache for him.

"When they brought out the whips and even more men arrived into the room, I knew I had to do whatever they said to prevent whatever horrible thing they had planned." He was close enough that I felt him grow hard and I found myself leaning into him. "All they wanted was for me to fuck you but you were unconscious and I felt so guilty. They strapped you to a wedge thing and had me fuck you, over and over. They gave me some sort of drug that made me constantly hard." He laughed a little. "You are so tight and I am so exhausted."

The voice from the speaker said "Do it before you leave the shower."

"Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked. I should be horrified. I tried to keep my face set to anger, a mask of non-compliance but I had a huge cock pressing on my back.

Before Mark could answer the voice said. "Enough talking."

Mark sighed and whispered, "I'm so sorry." And he bent me forward a little and entered me from behind. When not on whatever drug they gave me, I could handle the sensations of having him inside of me. The feeling of him filling me, sliding in and out was so delicious that I moaned and gasped despite my resolve to look like this was happening against my will. He was, after all a captive as much as I was. 

Mark seemed to be able to go on forever. I didn't really know him very well, we had one five minute conversation over a year ago. I couldn't even tell you which house was his. I think there was a wife but I don't recall any kids. He was nice looking if you liked long and lean with a slightly geeky, earnest touch. He gave a friendly, harmless, nice guy vibe, until of course he fucked you. His girth and sexual stamina was anything but harmless. But he was gentle now, pumping in and out in an easy rhythm, the heat from the water slid over our skin, heating us even further. Everything was slippery and sensual and I moaned and groaned endlessly and then I became light headed from the heat and from the need to pant for every breath. This man literally took my breath away and I didn't even know his last name. 

I yelled for what seemed a minute when I came. He gripped me tighter and began to pump faster and reached around and started playing with my clit which was so raw and swollen that it was painful. When I came again, seconds later, it was with a scream. He finally came with a yell of his own and despite all the heat from the shower, my cunt gripped him tightly and milked him of everything he had. I could feel his burning seed shooting deep into my womb. Damn it, I really needed to know what day it was. I may be in greater trouble than it appeared. This man upon who I was still impaled could be my downfall. That's when I had the first realization as to what all this may be about. 

We stood like that for several minutes, him gripping me tightly in his arms, my pussy gripping him and refusing to let go. The water started to go cold and we reluctantly parted. I had to face what was happening and I had to tell Mark what his role was in this drama but I had no idea how to do that. He was taken from his wife and made a captive and he had no idea why. I barely knew him but in a very short time he was more intimate with me than with any other person I had ever known. Any person capable of bringing me to the most intense pleasure level I had ever experienced deserved to know everything but I didn't trust my own husband with the truth. 

Two masked men in black appeared in the bathroom, holding towels open for us. One was the French guy I thought of as mine and said something that I of course didn't understand but I allowed him to dry me. Mark was being similarly dried but his discomfort level was so plain on his face that I almost laughed. My husband loves to dry me when we shower together so I guess the sensation was nothing new. The blessed white jar of cream reappeared and I was subjected to another application. My captor coated me thoroughly inside and out and the soreness and swelling in my pussy began to subside even as another orgasm was building due to his expert fingers. I came with a gasp and I began to feel juices streaming down my legs again, a combo of mine and Mark's. I grimaced that this was the reason I went into the shower in the first place. As my captor cleaned me up I looked at Mark who was also receiving an application from his captor. For the first time, I noticed that the second captor was a woman and she lathered the cream on his cock and damned if he wasn't hard again. She didn't stroke him to orgasm. She left him hard and straight and Mark just closed his eyes in what looked like a prayer but a prayer for what I couldn't imagine.

When we came out of the bathroom, we found that some food had been placed on the table. There were two glasses of water, two glasses of orange juice and some slices of pear. I was ravenously hungry and had no hesitation about eating this time. We both sat down and drank the water and split the pear. I hoped more was coming as this wasn't enough to tap down our hunger. There was more coming but the delivery method was completely unexpected. 

I was taken back to the bed and once again my hands were tied over my head and my legs were secured spread eagled to the bed. Another person came in carrying a tray. He sat next to me on the bed and looked at my exposed pussy for a good minute and then allowed his eyes to roam the rest of me. He then started taking items off the tray and I could see that he had food on the tray. He proceeded to cover every inch of me with tidbits of food. Slices of strawberries, bananas and kiwi decorated around my navel, a thick trail of warm chocolate was painted from my navel down to my bare pussy. The heat from the chocolate had me wriggling but a sharp slap to my thigh made me still. They covered my mound in chocolate and sprinkles and of course, whipped cream. The filled in all the crevices with whipped cream.

Cream cheese and capers dotted my arms, my breasts were covered in thin shavings of ham, my nipples were surrounded by pineapple rings with a cherry in the middle. A thick white sauce was used to paint a design along my collar bone. Caviar trailed down my thighs and pieces of sushi and wasabi were placed everywhere. My eyes were covered with cucumber slices and my face decorated with piped vanilla mousse. Occasionally a piece was brought to my lips and they teased me by letting my tongue touch it or they ran in around my lips before allowing me a bite. 

A voice I recognized said "Well done, she looks good enough to eat." The words were accented in French and he could only be the man who was in the process of raping her when she woke up. I felt a sharp prick on my arm and I knew they had drugged me again. My senses were set to overdrive and I could feel every molecule of food on my body. The chocolate seemed to gain heat as its presence over my bare pussy turned me on and started to make my insides tingle. 

"Hey," I said to him. "Why are you doing this? Please, what is going to happen to us?" There was no begging in my voice, just anger.

"I am hungry and I don't want to gag you." He replied. "You are a smart girl, you should have figured it out by now. Now shut up or the gag goes on for the rest of the day and we put you on the X for our after dinner entertainment."

I shivered at what their idea of entertainment might be and since I was tied to the bed and my loins were aching, my breasts were tingling and the goose bumps up and down the rest of my body were each a sensitive point ready to explode, I shut up and tried to relax. 

I heard the sound of a camera being fired. I thought about the video cameras I saw in the bathroom and realized that there were probably cameras all over the room. I knew then what was going on. No one was looking for me. No authorities have been alerted to my or Mark's disappearance. My husband would have received photos of me being fucked by another man. Mark's wife would have received photos of him fucking me. They would have assumed that we ran off together. Notes were probably forged. My husband and his wife were thinking the worst of us and although we were doing what the photos illustrated, they would have been posed or cropped so that the gun held to Mark's head wasn't seen and the restraints holding me down were not visible. 

That had to be their plan but before I could work it all through, I felt tongues all over my body, eating the food so artfully placed there. There were at least six people enjoying the feast set upon me. They ate off me like vampires, licking and nibbling and biting and my drug-enhanced sensitivity had me moaning and breathing hard. They were naked and I felt hard penises all along my body as they ate. My pussy was on fire, enhanced by the drug and aching to be filled with more than cream. There was an insistent mouth at my pussy that ate every bit of the chocolate and as the whipped cream was sucked from every crevice I came hard. 

I heard a voice say "She is delicious." And I realized it was a woman. A woman was eating my pussy. My first thought was, that explains why it feels so good. Her soft lips and expert tongue ate me like no one even has before. Her soft breasts brushed my sensitive skin. She did not try to devour me like my husband did but she savored me and built up orgasm after orgasm with a flick of her tongue. It felt too good to object. 

I heard the camera clicking and saw a light from a video camera shining over everything. This scene of sexual depravity was certain to be sent to my husband and was probably going to be all over the internet. Turns out I was right. I found out later that I was becoming a star on a certain private porn site. Some of the things done to me were suggested by viewers. These viewers were a select group and paid heavily for access and paid even more to see their suggestions played out. This feast cost the requester $20,000. For the first time I was glad my parents were dead. 

The last thing eaten were the cukes covering my eyes. These were eaten by the first French guy, the one I hated so much. He laughed at me and if I had any strength left after coming so many times I would have spit in his face. He ordered me cleaned and I was carried to the bathroom and for the third time that day, I showered. At least, I think it was all the same day.

I saw that Mark was being hand fed by a naked woman, probably the same woman that cared for him after the shower. He was hard and looked uncomfortable but watched me with concern as I was taken past him to the bathroom. The naked woman suddenly bent over and took his raging hard-on in her mouth. His hands were tied to the chair so he had no way of stopping her. I heard him moan and cry out as the water as turned on and it drowned all sounds away. 

I was not in the shower a long time but when I came out, the room had been transformed. The mess on the bed had been cleared away, black linens now covered the bed and poor Mark was now the main course. He was not tied down and he did not have as much food on him as I did but he had a delicious looking pile of spaghetti artfully spun around his still hard cock. I was to be the only diner.

Well, I was hungry. 

Up to that point, everything had been done to me, I hadn't touched anything or anyone, including myself. Mark looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. He was not given the drug that was given to me. While the drug did not last long, it helped me endure the indignities happening to me. 

We were alone in the room but I knew we were being closely watched. I felt like a monkey in a cage. I climbed onto the bed, my breasts swinging heavily as I crawled to him. I leaned over him and with my mouth, I picked up one strand of spaghetti and slowly slurped it up. I ate another strand and then another, the spaghetti would unravel from around his cock as I sucked up each strand. I ate every bite and then I licked up all the sauce and then I took him in my mouth, just like a spaghetti strand, slowly and firmly until I could suck in no more. I worked him up and down, his cock tasting of pasta and rich sauce, salty and savory. He was delicious and I went down in him like I never had my husband. Mark closed his eyes in ecstasy, all embarrassment gone. 

"Come inside her" a voice boomed from above.

I was momentarily confused. He was about to do just that but the voice did not mean my mouth. Mark sat up and flipped me down on my back, lifted up my hips and in one stroke, entered me to his balls. He came moments later, filling me with cum. Baby making cum. All doubt was gone. That was what this was all about, they wanted him to impregnate me and in doing so, I stood to lose nearly 80 million dollars. Good thing he was a great fuck but still, it was a hell of a lot of money, even if I hadn't touched a penny of it in six years.

The lights were dimmed and we were finally allowed to fall asleep. We lay next to each other, naked and exhausted, not friends and not lovers. My neighbor was kidnapped to serve as stud and I had to explain why. Neighbors usually just water the each other's plants, not stuff with sperm. I blushed. Why did they grab him? A stranger would be a lot easier to take. I had to get Mark out of here before he was entrapped forever in my secret life and private hell.

When I awoke, I had no idea if it was morning or the middle of the night. The lights were at a low level but the room was no longer dim. I turned to see Mark staring at me. I looked at him but I didn't know where to begin. He started the conversation by quietly whispering, "What did that guy mean when he said you should have figured this out?"

I stayed lying down, not wanting the fact that we were awake mean that masked people would start coming through and entertaining themselves at our expense. "I am not certain how to begin except to say I don't know how you got involved and I am so sorry that you have been mixed up in this."

"That may be the only part I can understand." He said. "I went for a run down the bike path. I came around a corner and there were two men abducting a woman off her bike. Without thinking, I ran to defend her. A third man came from nowhere and tackled me. He screamed, 'What do I do with this guy?' And someone replied, 'Grab him too. He'll be perfect.' And here I am. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

I was speechless. "Thank you for trying to save me." I said.

"As kidnapping goes, this is not as bad as I imagined." He mused. "I was worried about you. I figured out who you were while we were in a van. You did not go quietly. Apparently you head butted one of them with your helmet and broke his nose."

I smiled. "Really? I have no memory past the two men coming into my path." 

"Really. I was a little embarrassed that I didn't put up more of a fight but I thought I could help you or at least learn where they were planning to take you. It didn't occur to me to be scared. I was only scared later when they kept injecting you with drugs and fretting over your response to them."

I tensed a little. "I know one of them made me unable to move and set all my nerve endings on hyperdrive. The sensations made me pass out."

"I know. You were a lot smaller than they thought and the dosage was too strong and you wouldn't wake up. You were out for I think three days."

"What were they giving me?" I asked.

"Some cocktail drug they were experimenting with. They called it the Zombie Nympho. Thought it would replace all date rape drugs. It makes the person unable to move, feel like they were drunk, but with a sex enhancement kicker that made the person ravenously horny."

"Well, yeah." I said. "It works. The time you did me when I was on that drug was the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life."

Mark blushed. "Thanks. They gave me something like Viagra but different. I am not usually able to perform with the frequency that I have been. It usually takes a while to get hard again but now it happens instantly. I actually fear I will get dehydrated and I am amazed whenever I can cum again." 

"Well as the recipient of most of that cum, I should be drowning. It gushes from me every time I stand up." I said a little wryly. He blushed again.

"They are weird about my fucking you. Even when you were unconscious, they made me do you every couple of hours. I pulled out the first time and my ass was whipped till I couldn't sit anymore. After that, they said to wait until they gave permission to pull out." He looked upset. "I hated doing that to you, fucking you while you were unconscious and completely unprotected. They checked you for any device and said you didn't have any." 

"No, I don't." I said.

"Only once did someone use your pussy. That French guy did it because he seemed really angry with you. I think it was his nose that you broke. But he used a condom, said something about dna evidence. Every other time, they used your ass." 

"I am going to tell you a weird story and it will explain most of what is going on." I looked at him and he was silent, ready to hear my secrets.

"I'll give you the short version." I took a deep breath. "I am the sole heir to a huge fortune and I believe all of this is because my uncle is trying to get me dis-inherited."

He blinked a few times at me and then said, "I am going to need the long version."

"Good Morning Folks." A voice boomed from above, startling us both. "How about a good morning fuck? Mark, if you are not up to it, we can find a substitute."

Mark was, of course, already hard. He sighed and seemed to hold back words I have a feeling he has shouted before, not to avail. I felt slightly sick. This poor man, what if this was a really repulsive thing for him to do. His erection was chemically enhanced so I couldn't tell by that. 

He reached out to me and stroked my arm, then moved his hands to my breasts. He bent to suckle them, just like my husband did. I tried very hard to push him from my mind. It was too painful to imagine what he was thinking about me. My loins started to ache for Mark's touch and I reached for him, pulling him closer and hanging onto him as the single solid thing I had in my life at that moment, knowing I wouldn't have my home, my husband or my fortune when this was all over.

Mark reached down and started to very gently rub my clit and let another finger slip between the folds of my rapidly wet pussy. He found every spot that ever gave me pleasure as if he had been fucking me for years. He then pulled my knees up and opened my thighs wide giving himself a clear view of my smooth, glistening pussy. Juices were dripping out and I swear my clit was throbbing so hard he could see it. He teased me with the huge head of his beautiful cock, dipping it in and out of my pussy, coating it completely. He very slowly slid right in to my aching hole, filling every inch of space and the he whispered. "What is the long story?"

I knew he could go for the entire time it would take to tell this story. It just may be a bit hard to moan in pleasure and share your deepest family secrets but I have a feeling that if we spoke at any other time, we would be purposely interrupted.




The Heiress



I took a deep breath and let out a soft moan. He did have an extremely delicious cock and he filled me just to the point where I would fear I wouldn't be able to handle him. But I was so wet by then, he slid in and out in a perfect rhythm. 

"I will try." I said. "My grandfather was a very rich man. He comes from one of the oldest and richest families in the country." I looked to him for a reaction but his face was the same as it always was when he was inside me, half bliss, half concentration. I continued.

"He had two sons, my father and my uncle Colin. My father was the perfect son, perfect student, good and generous heart, handsome and he was being groomed to take over the family business." I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath. He was pumping as easily as he could but I had an orgasm building and it was hard to concentrate.

"My father was everything Colin was not. Colin was lazy and shiftless. He loved having everything handed to him and when my grandfather refused to support his lifestyle if he didn't work to earn it, he took off, saying he didn't want to have anything to do with him."

I yelled out right then and let my orgasm pass. God this man was amazing. Mark moaned as my pussy muscles gripped him tight but he managed to hold off and keep stroking in and out of me.

"My father married and I came along a year later. My father had it all, beautiful wife, daughter, all the money he could hope to spend and my grandfather's approval." I stopped to breathe, another orgasm building. It was getting hard to talk. 

"When I was two years old, my parents were killed in a plane crash and I was raised by my grandfather. He was a very hard man but he adored me as I was the only person left in the world that loved him for him. OH FUCK!" I screamed that last part as I dug my nails into his arms and came again. Mark waited a moment and then moved me on top of him. I could have a little move control up there but I could only speak in between gasps and I was getting light headed.

I panted and tried to remember where I had left off. "I was given everything and I was happy but I was also accident prone." Pant, pant. "I fell off my horse and suffered a concussion; I almost drowned when I became sleepy in the pool." Pant, pant. "I was in several car accidents, I almost overdosed when some medicine I was taking for a cold was somehow switched for a narcotic." Pant, pant. "I was the unluckiest kid in the world." I rode him as best I could but I was never good at doing two things at once. I stopped talking and focused on fucking him. He increased his speed under me and bounced me up and down. As I came again, I threw back by head, arched out my chest and let loose with a noise that could be described as a long and screaming howl. 

He hadn't finished yet. 

He picked me up by my waist and lifted me off him. He flipped me onto my knees and impaled me from behind. He leaned forward and whispered, "I love your ass."

I smiled and thought that was one of the nicest things I had heard in a long time. All hopes of talking were given up and I just fell into the waves of sensations that were crashing over me. I was not on the nympho drug but this felt unlike anything I had experienced just naturally. Was it him? Or maybe my parts were just so overly hyper sensitive that it didn't take much to get me off. 

Finally Mark let out a gasp and hot cum shot into me, filling my womb, saturating my body. He grasped me by the hips and pressed in deeply as he could, my pussy muscles milking him, keeping him in place. Mark did not pull out but held himself there until Pierre came around with the wedge, upon which I was originally tied to. He simply put it under my stomach and motioned for me to lay on it, leaving my ass elevated not to mention exposed. Mark pulled slowly out but instead of lying next to me, he was led into the bathroom. I didn't see him again until the next day.

After a little while I was allowed to rise and clean up. I was even given a robe to wear. For some reason this made me uneasy. Being naked no longer stressed me but giving me something with which to cover myself meant something had changed or something was going to happen. I didn't know where Mark had gone and I was beginning to worry. I asked about Mark when a captor came in but he responded in French and this just annoyed me. He brought in a table filled with delicious food; eggs, sausage, bacon, croissants, marmalade, fruit, coffee and tea, all served on bone china. There was even a flower in a bud vase. He pulled up a chair and gestured for me to sit. 

"Bon Appétit." He said with a flourish and then left me alone. 

I don't think I had been alone for a second since this ordeal began. I had been tied up, terrorized, sodomized, raped, man-handled, probably impregnated and literally eaten alive but suddenly finding myself alone was unnerving. I knew I was being silly and tried to force myself to enjoy the meal. I reached for the coffee and inhaled the rich, bitter aroma and then closed my eyes and took a small sip allowing the warmth and caffeine spread through my sore and tortured body. I ate some fruit and began to feel better as I started in on the eggs. 

I heard footsteps behind me and a French accented voice said to me "Today is the 14th, in case you were wondering." 

I froze as two things went through my head at once. One -- that was the voice of the man who was ravaging me when I first woke up and two, if it was the 14th then the middle of my cycle had just passed and I had been here for 6 days. 

I still hadn't turned around when he spoke again but this time the accent was gone. "Have you been enjoying yourself?"

My stomach clenched and I almost threw up. I knew he had to be behind all this but the realization that my own uncle had raped me while I was drugged and helpless was horrifying. I wanted to scream, throw something or rip off my own flesh in revulsion. I still hadn't moved as a thousand emotions flooded me at once but I kept myself under control and all I could say was, "What did you do with Mark?"

I heard my Uncle Colin laugh as he walked around to face me. I wanted to spit on his smug face, his blue eyes, the same color and shape as mine, showed a look of knowing and triumph. "Of all the questions you must have, that is the one you ask first?" He looked at me, appraisingly. "He's fine, don't worry your pretty little head about him. He's nearby and was having fun when I left him. Of course how long he stays fine is up to you."

This much I had figured out for myself. I was accident prone as a child because my uncle was trying to kill me to gain my inheritance. My Grandfather knew this and did everything he could to protect me from Colin which included eventually sending him to prison for attempted murder. Once that threat was secure behind bars he added every codicil to his will that he could think of the keep me safe, essentially holding Colin responsible if I so much as stubbed my toe. He would get a small allowance for every month that I was unharmed that accrued while he was in prison and grew to a respectable sum. If anything happened to me and Colin was found to be at fault, he would lose everything. 

My grandfather was also concerned for my own moral compass and added that as long as I led a good, clean life I got everything. If I went down a bad path such as drugs and addiction and I refused help, then I would lose the money. I also could lose everything if it could be proven that I cheated on my husband or had a baby out of wedlock or with a man, not my husband. I was never sure what was in my grandfather's past that made him add that provision but I didn't think it would ever be a hindrance. 

As it turned out, the life of a very rich, very young person was not all fun and games. After everything my uncle did to try to get his hands on the inheritance, I had serious trust issues with everyone I met. When my grandfather died I was all alone, wandering through a huge estate that seemed ridiculous. I never wanted for a thing, now I didn't want anything. 

I ended up going to school at a small Midwestern college and was able to blend in. I loved being self-reliant and not having servants hovering around, watching my every move. I met a man who loved just me and I didn't want to give that up. When I graduated, I didn't go back home but found job and an apartment and supported myself. I dated and eventually married a wonderful man but I was never able to tell him about my past. I did not want any of it. I know I should have told him but I loved our life together, even though we had been fighting lately, mostly over the hours he spent at work and the change in his attitude towards life. He wanted nice things and was becoming very consumer driven. Money was tight and he undoubtedly would have been ecstatic to learn that his wife was worth millions. His dream of owning everything could come true. I did not share that desire and did not want to see him work himself to death just so he could buy the latest cool thing. 

Colin apparently spent his time in prison dreaming up ways to steal my inheritance. If I cheated and had a baby with my lover, that would get me dis-inherited and Colin could contest the will. The money was to go to charity and the idea sounded fine to me but not to Colin. He must have thought that he had a good chance to fight it that he went to this extreme to create this scenario of me running away with a neighbor and having a torrid affair. I am certain that vivid photos and videos have already been delivered to my husband the bank that held my trust. A baby would seal it. 

What I couldn't figure out was how he expected to get away with it. He couldn't kill me to keep me quiet because that would just land him back in prison for life. Was he planning to keep me here for an entire pregnancy? How would he discredit me when I told my fantastic tale of kidnapping, abuse and bondage? If Mark and I escaped and I divorced my husband and married Mark then there was a good chance I could stop Colin although it meant hurting a lot of people in the process. 

"Ah, I can tell you just worked out everything." Colin said as he took a seat across from me. I wanted to shove the table up over his head but the appearance of several men behind me made me hesitate. They would truss me up at the first opportunity so I didn't want them to have a reason to do so just yet.

"Not yet." I said calmly. I looked him coldly in eye and said "Why did you rape your own niece?" 

He grinned. "You were just an opportunity, an available hole. Your cunt is very lovely and I am a weak and shameless man. It would take a very strong man to resist that tight hole. Judging by the screaming, you enjoyed it as well."

I stared at him with the coldest stare I could make. "I was kidnapped, drugged and tied to the bed. Is that the only way you can get a woman to fuck you?"

He laughed and said, "No, but it's my favorite way." 

I didn't have a reply as my mind could not wrap itself around the fact that the man who I spent most of my life running from, had fucked me and brought me to a mind-crushing orgasm from which I had passed out. I tried to think of another question. "Why all the staging and weird set ups?"

"Well, as it turns out, planning to kidnap someone and create the illusion of an affair and impregnate that person is an expensive proposition." He gestured around the room. "This is a state of the art amphitheater in which you my dear, are the star. The people here create fantasies for a very select group of people, who pay a premium to watch. They can send in ideas for scenarios and if the price is right, it is performed here." He grinned wickedly, "The video of your beautiful cunt being waxed had almost a record audience. A real captive is rare, most captive or forced players are actors so you have been building quite a fan base. " 

"So there are people watching me that know I am being held against my will and they are contributing to my abuse? Where do you find people like that?" I asked, dumb-founded at the situation. I knew people were watching me and thought there was a good chance that I would end up on a porn site somewhere but the idea that I was essentially a television show for a bunch of sick fucks was beyond my ability to comprehend. 

Colin smiled. "Most of them are rich, bored and horny but don't dare risk indulging in their fantasies every day but by watching you, safely tucked in undisclosed location, they can watch. And whatever they dream up can be presented for their amusement from the comfort of their own homes."

"Are they watching right now?" I asked, almost shaking from anger and disbelief. 

"Yes, our subscribers have been glued to their screens, particularly since you woke up."

"You mean since I was allowed out of the drugged stupor?" I asked coldly.

He grimaced. "Yes, sorry about that. We had trouble with the dosage. It was stronger than we thought but we got the mix right now. I believe that drug will be more popular than any other recreational drug ever sold and you were one of the first to experience it. What does it feel like?"

I nearly spat in his face. "You fucking bastard! There is no way that I am going to start sharing with you." Despite my obvious reactions to the drug, I needed to keep something private although I had to admit that I absolutely loved being savagely fucked while under the influence of Zombie Nympho.

"If you tell me just one thing for the folks at home to hear," he gestured around the room presumably at the hidden cameras. "then I will tell you where your playmate has gone and whether or not you will get him back." He smiled with satisfaction, knowing that Mark's safety was foremost in my thoughts.

I stared at him with pure hate. I looked around the room at cameras, seen and unseen and with as much dignity and disgust as I could muster I stared at what I hoped was my "audience" trying to instill a sense of shame at their voyeurism. I was not successful. 

"Well?" Colin asked. "We're waiting."

"If you want to immobilize a woman and force her to have sex with you, her experience will be more intense than anything she will have felt before and will remember it the rest of her life but she will hate you and want you dead for subjecting her to such a helpless state." I said in a steely voice even though as I thought about the crescendo of orgasms I experienced, my aching pussy began to throb and I was getting wet enough to worry about a puddle being left behind. 

Colin grinned and said, "Sounds like a winner to me!"

"Where is Mark?" I demanded.

"This whole web thing has been so successful that we activated the other chambers we built and they have gone online. Mark has been quite a hit and it was suggested that he play a role in another room. A viewer has paid for him to be a pony for an exquisite elf woman. He should be gone all night." He smiled a wicked malicious grin and said, "Your night has been paid for as well, it should be quite an evening. You should get some rest." And with that, he left before I could get any words of protest out. 

I was brought to the bed, my robe was taken away and I was allowed several hours of undisturbed, unmolested, much needed sleep. My naked body and my blown away mind were both exhausted and could not absorb much more so when my head hit the pillow, I was out immediately. 

I was woken later and for the first time in awhile I did not immediately have a cock in me. My pussy was aching and sore but kinda missed it. For the thousandth time, I wished my brain had more proprietary control over all parts of my body because my cunt could not be trusted. The memory of Colin's disclosure that I was being watched by an unknown online audience came flooding back in my mind. I looked around, not certain how close the cameras were. Were the cameras shooting close up or far away? I began to feel a little turned on by my unknown audience and moved very consciously as I stretched my sore muscles back to life.

Pierre, I still didn't know his name, was there in his black clothes and mask waiting to take me to wash and dress but if course he couldn't tell me what was going to happen to me. I was bathed in fragrant water and my hair was put up in a complicated up-do with a few curling tendrils to frame face. He applied make up although I never was shown a mirror so I could have been a clown or a slut. He placed leather cuffs on my wrists, ankles and around my neck. My wrists were joined together and a leash was attached to my collar. A wide, black satin sash served as a blindfold as I was led by the leash out of my room. I suppose I should have put up more of a fuss but I was resigned to my fate at this point. The blindfold allowed me to remove myself from the situation and pretend this humiliation was not happening. 

"Just do what you have to in order to survive and get Mark out of here." I told myself.

The floor beneath my feet turned to carpet as I entered a new room. There were a lot of voices and the room felt large. I was paraded around the room and many hands reached quickly out and gave my nipples a quick squeeze and my ass a quick fondle. One hand briefly slipped between my legs as I walked past but I think Pierre slapped at the hand. Nice to know there were occasionally some boundaries.

We stopped and my arms were raised above my head and fastened to a ring high enough to keep me on my bare tip toes. And then I was left there, untouched for some time. I heard ice in glasses, people yelling and conversation all around although I did not understand a word that was spoken. It wasn't French, Russian maybe. Probably just as well, I did not want to hear what these people were planning. I was tense and on edge, expecting groping hands at any time but I was left alone.

After what felt about 15 minutes, my arms were lowered and I was again, paraded in a circle around the room. I felt hands again stroking me as I passed and murmurs and a sense of growing excitement. Pierre then helped me up one low step, then a few higher. He uncuffed my hands and placed them on what felt like a board then bent me over and forced my head down. Before I knew it I was in a pillory, like a medieval criminal with my head and arms secure through holes in the wood and my ass hanging out for everyone to see. 

Now I started to object. I felt very vulnerable and started to pull against the boards that had trapped my head and hands with more than a little panic. I was not ok with this. I could not see who was in the room, what was coming at me and it was just plain frightening. Pillories were used for humiliation; I could barely allow myself to imagine what was coming.

The more I struggled the more the crowd murmured and I began to hear laughter as my hands did nothing more than flail up and down. I began to kick my legs but someone grabbed each of my legs by the ankle and fastened them from the cuff to the floor. I started to cry from frustration but my tears were only absorbed by the blindfold. Then I felt a familiar sharp prick of a needle and I almost immediately relaxed as the drug quickly coursed through my veins but I did not lose the ability to move like I had in the past, so I was able to remain standing. I was floating in my own head and then someone took the blindfold off. My head lolled up and all I could see was a room full of people, all wearing black fancy dress clothes and black masks. There must have been 40 of them and many of them held drinks in their hands and there was a party atmosphere so I knew I was the entertainment at this party. I did hope they weren't planning to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey.

My naked, hard-nippled breasts were swaying freely and my splayed legs allowed for easy viewing of the most intimate parts of me and to my shame and horror I felt myself becoming soaking wet as a mere breeze set my hyper-sensitive nerve endings on fire. The crowd was circling me but to my relief, no one touched me. I did feel someone moving around behind me but I was too drugged to be alarmed about it.