9 comments/ 33259 views/ 13 favorites The Abduction Of... By: ProfessorMisery The wind in that wrapped around your body as you stepped out of the pub was cold. Suppressing a shiver, you walked on high heels towards your car. It was only a hundred meters to the parking lot, but in the dark, and in the cold, the distance stretched into oblivion. It was quieting down, leaving the warmth and noise of the pub behind you. You could feel eyes on you. As you pulled up your coat around your shoulders and neck you cursed the idea to wear a dress on a night like this. Especially a dress so short. As you walked past the alleyway halfway to the parking lot, you didn't even notice the white van without windows. That's when it happened. A flurry of movement erupted alongside you. You barely had time to react before I was engulfing you. My left hand deftly dropping a sturdy but clear plastic bag over your head, the right hand deftly flicking under your coat, allowing me to bring the electrodes of the taser in contact with you. As I activated the trigger, my left hand clamped firmly over the bag where your mouth should be. It muffled the surprised scream as the electricity coursed through your body, contracting all of your muscles, arching your back, rendering you stiff as a board and a confused prisoner inside your own body. You couldn't resist as you were dragged backwards and then dumped, unceremoniously, onto the floor of the van. You were willing your body to move, to lash out, to scream, to do anything, but your body would not respond. Your scream finished as a guttural moan, and all your struggles translated into the random flopping of misfiring nerves. You could feel me above you, preparing something... but what... The tape sealed up nicely around the bag. Devoid of any outside air, your next ragged breath sucked the bag inwards, plastering it on your face. It formed a membrane over your mouth, denying you even the faintest of breaths. Panic dawned on you then. You exhaled, releasing your hot breath into the bag, fogging your glasses, giving you the briefest hope you might still be able to breathe... Inhale. The membrane stuck to you again. This time, a little less oxygen. Your arms wrenched behind your back. Bound together at the wrists with more of the damnably strong tape. Then a new pain, as your elbows were brought together as close as they could get. More tape, now, and inexorably your arms were completely immobilized. You are rolled onto your front now. You can feel me straddling you, positioned right above your lower back. You are feeling dizzy now, the oxygen content of the bag reaching its end... My voice in your ear: "Are you going to be a good girl for me now?" You are stunned. A second passes while you consider this. My voice again. "You're getting pretty low on oxygen there missy. Soon you're going to pass out...if you want to breathe again, you're going to promise to be a good girl for me. Are you going to be a good girl?" This time you nod, desperate for air. "I can't hear you." "Yes." You croak. A knife is in front of your face, between the dancing black dots in your eyes. It approaches your face, but you are too busy fighting to breathe to even worry about it. It touches the membrane over your mouth and pierces it, bringing air rushing into your lungs. As you gasp and pant, you feel the insidious tape wrap around your ankles, fastening them together. The pain in your arms comes back again, as you feel them being pulled up so that your ankles meet your wrists. More tape and the hogtie is complete, rendering you completely helpless to resist my advances. My hand runs down your side, caressing your thigh, the back of your calf, and back down again, travelling softly down your inner thigh, reaching up under your dress... My hand comes to rest against your panties. My fingers leisurely begin to knead them, your labia, your entrance, your clit... teasing, tantalising. Despite yourself, you've stopped struggling a long time ago. As the heat and throbbing rises in your pussy, you feel the wetness come. I am now spreading it all over the gusset of your panties. "Are you going to keep being a good girl for me now?" I ask. You nod. With a deft motion your dress is up over your waist. The straps of your panties go taut, then slack as you hear the knife saw through them. First one side of the waistband, then the other. The panties are whipped out from between your legs, and just as quickly, they are at your mouth. Your jaw clamps reflexively. "Open up, or I'll tape over that hole and we can do this the hard way." Reluctantly, your mouth opens, only to be stuffed with the panties. You taste and smell the muskiness of your pussy juice as one cheek, then the other, are stuffed full of your wet panties. Just as you think your mouth is full to capacity, more is shoved in, holding your tongue down and filling your mouth completely. The tape is back, wrapping around your head, pushing the makeshift gag further into position...and cutting off your air again. "Mmmph! MmmMmPh!" Your muffled shout is barely audible. "This is a lesson. One you should remember. I now control you. Totally. It is by my will that you even continue to breathe. You should remember that as you progress. It my save you quite a lot of trouble." Having finished, I cut another hole, this time below your nose, letting you breathe again. With a definite slam, the van door closed, and an engine rumbled into life. Your heart sank, as you realized just how trapped you were. The van travelled for what seemed like forever. The bumps in the road made your breasts grind into the floor, causing your nipples pain even through the fabric of your dress and bra. You had tested your bonds, thrashing this way and that, grunting furiously as the tape refused to give way. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the van pulled to a stop, and the engine shut off. The driver's door slammed, and you ceased your struggles. The cargo door rolled open with a clang, and through the haze of plastic you saw me stand over you, knife at the ready. I bent down over you and sawed away at the tape holding your wrists and ankles together. As the tape sprang away, you felt my arm under your waist, and with a deft motion you were over my shoulder. You began to voice your disapproval. "Mmmph, mmmMMM." I flicked your dress up over your waist and smacked your ass, hard. Eliciting a strangled squawk from you. "Be quiet, slut." Left, then right, then to what sounded like a heavy door with at least three locks on it. You heard me open them in succession and heave the door open. It was cool inside, cool, damp, and dark. Like a dungeon. Bodily, you are hefted from my shoulder to the ground, and then lowered onto what feels like a chair. Only it's all wrong. Under your ass there is only the faintest of seat, leaving what feels like a large, square hole beneath you. You begin to feel the prickle of fear as you imagine how exposed you would be if your legs were apart on this chair. At the same time, the warm throb of lust stirs your groin. You feel something behind you, and almost at once, your arms spring free from the tape that bound them. Before you could even react, your right arm is pinned to the arm of the chair, and you feel it being cinched into some sort of restraint. Hard. You flail your left arm around, ineffectually, before that too is caught and forced against the left arm of the chair. Again, a strap is tightened around your wrist. Three more straps follow in quick succession, first on your ribcage under your breasts, then another at your chest, under your arms. A third goes around your waist, pulling you hard down and back into the almost non-existent seat. Taking my time now that you are mostly secured, I saw away the tape between your legs. You seize this opportunity to lash out with your foot in a final act of defiance. It makes contact. You see me straighten, but you hardly see my hand before it crashes against your face. Your head whips around, mind reeling from the ferocity of the blow. "You're going to pay for that." I say, simply. Taking your left leg, then your right, with relish I pull them apart and secure them. Knees strapped to the front leg, ankles strapped to the back. You are completely spread wide and exposed now, if not for the modesty of your clothes. As you hear the knife flick open again, you realize that won't be the case for much longer. Cutting along the seams, and then ripping away the rest, I strip you of your dress. Then, with a mean deliberation, I cut one strap of your bra, then the other. The knife goes up between your breasts. You hold your breath. With a jerk and a pop, your bra springs open at the front, fully exposing you to me for the first time. I give out a low whistle. "My, my. Haven't you got quite the fuckable body? You and I are going to have a whole lot of fun, slut." The knife presses against a nipple, thumb at the other side, pressing your nipple into the razor sharp edge. "You don't need this, do you?" Your muffled plea of "Yes! YES!" is clear even through the panties and the tape. "I wouldn't cut something like that off you when there's so much more fun I could be having with you!" The knife slides up against your face, inside the plastic bag. As it runs up the side of your head it severs the tape, and the bag is whipped off your head, leaving you blinking and looking dishevelled. The panties are free in your mouth, and you do your best to try and spit the sodden underwear out. I reach in to give you a hand, and as the crumpled wad comes out of your mouth you are already begging. "Please, please, please let me go. I won't tell anyone. I'll be a good girl, I promise..." "Now, half of what you just said will be true. You won't tell anyone. And you will be a good girl. But I'm not letting you go. You're here for as long as I desire. So you'd better get used to that fact. My rules are simple. You follow orders and perform to the best of your ability; you will be rewarded, and pleasured. You will want for nothing but your freedom. On the other hand, if you resist, if you try to escape, if you fail in any way to deliver what I expect of you, there will be pain, suffering and humiliation. This is your lot now." I turned away from you and walked to a desk at the far side of the room. I picked something up, and as I turned to face you again you realized it was a ball on a strap. A ball gag. You clamped your mouth shut as I approached you. "Open." You sat, obstinately. "Open or I will hit you again, and then follow it up with a chilli sauce enema. I'm done fucking around with you for one day already slut, don't push me." Of course, you obeyed, and the huge ball was wedged in your mouth and fastened around your head. What else was there to do but obey? It was tight, and it filled your mouth to capacity. It was too big to bite down on, and too big to open your mouth any further to dislodge it. You probed it with your tongue, giving out grunts and moans as you did so. Your mouth was filling up with spit, and as you grunted again it bubbled out between the ball and your lower lip. It fell in a silvery strand down your front, between your breasts. You looked up to see me watching you intently. "You've been in the chair for three minutes now and you're already drooling all over yourself. So much for self control." You blushed, fiercely, turning crimson red, tears starting to well up in your eyes. You didn't know why, but the thought that you had displeased me was embarrassing to you, and the embarrassment was causing the throb in your pussy to increase. I stood up, and walked over to you, squatting down in front of you. My large hands made their way to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them. My fingers found their way to your nipples, wrapped them up, and squeezed, hard. You tensed up, your head fell back, and you moaned, twin lines of pain and something else, something that shot down your body to your quivering pussy, fuelling even more the fire that was started down there. It was torment and pleasure so finely mixed that you could barely think, existing for a moment only between the ache in your nipples and the ache lower down. As quickly as my hands had found your nipples, they were gone, my right hand slowly trailing down your body to your pussy. My hand trailed down between your legs, ever so gently rubbing your lips, deliberately missing your throbbing clit. You could feel how hot and slick with excitement you were. As you tried in vain to buck your hips, to push yourself onto my teasing hand, my fingers came up and into your trimmed pubic patch. "This, however, is not acceptable. I require my slaves to be cleanly shaven." My hand was gone, leaving you panting. I had moved behind you, and you heard the running of water. I came back into view with a metal bucket full of water, a can of shaving foam, and a razor. Sitting down in front of you, I sprayed the foam into my hand, and rubbed it into your pussy. You luxuriated in the feeling of the silky foam as my strong hands massaged it into you. Then, you felt the cold razor press against your pubic mound. A few swipes and most of the hair had come away, my hands skilfully avoiding cutting you. When I was satisfied, I fetched a cold wet cloth from the bucket and rubbed away the foam. I brushed your clit as I did this, and you recoiled in pleasure, almost succumbing to the desperate urge to orgasm. You looked down, your pussy was bare and glistening, both with water and your juices. "Now, isn't that better? Now we can get started!" I took the shaving equipment back out of your sight. You heard the sound of running water again, and when I returned I was rolling an IV tree, a metal coat stand on wheels. Hanging from one of the hooks was a plastic bag filled with water, which in turn was connected to a long clear plastic hose that terminated in a squat, black bullet, with a clamp on the hose above it. "I have no doubt that you've never had one of these before, so for your benefit, this is an enema." I pointed at the bag. "This is one litre of water." Then, pointing at the black bullet. "And this is a butt plug. This water will be inside of you, and this plug will be holding it in. It is quite a curious sensation." Without further ado, I took the plug and a dispenser from the bottom of the tree. I pumped the dispenser and a thick clear gel issued forth. I took great care to rub it all over the plug, and then I moved behind you. You tensed in anticipation as you felt the cold gel and plastic nose in between your ass cheeks. You felt a push, and the plug came to rest against your quivering hole. "You'll want to relax. This will be a lot more painful if you don't." Then, slowly, inexorably, the plug began to push against your asshole. Your ass stretched further and further, painfully, but not excessively so. Just as you thought you were going to split apart, the plug slid home and your ass clenched against the bottom of the plug, locking it in. You felt full, and violated. You blushed fiercely, more tears welling in your eyes, falling down your face. You realized with a shock you had been moaning through the gag like a whore the whole time, without even realizing it. Your front was now covered in sticky drool, carving a path between your breasts down to your still aching pussy. My voice in your ear. "Yes, that's right. I heard you moaning, you whore. You were quite enjoying this, weren't you? That's good. There will be thicker things than that tiny little plug up there on a regular basis. So you'd better come to enjoy it. Or not, I don't mind. Watching you cry and scream as I rape your ass is just as much fun." My words sent a shiver down your spine, making you tense up, making your asshole clench against the plug, and further reminding you of the intruder inside you. And now, my hand is on the water clamp. I smile a wicked grin. "Now, shall we start the waterworks, my dear slave?" I wasn't waiting for your answer. I twisted the clamp free, and the water was loose... The Abduction of Angelina Manzoni A note from the Author Please note that this story contains violence, and may not be for the faint hearted. Regards Bazzza * Angelina Manzoni shivered involuntary and pulled her heavy jacket tightly around her, the temperature dropped dramatically as she stepped from the warm elevator into the basement car park. Her office twenty three floors above was warm and comfortable, and it was almost with reluctance that she had to leave it. But she'd already put in an eleven hour day, and even a workaholic like her deserved some fun time. The car park was quiet as she walked towards her new BMW Z4 convertible; the top was going to stay up tonight; that was for sure. The burgundy sports car was just a little indulgence; normally she'd never squander her hard earned money on such an extravagance, but had fallen in love with it the minute she first laid eyes on it. She took no notice of the black van parked beside her Z4; she calmly walked to the driver's door with her keys in her hand as she'd done many times before. The central locking provided its usually reassuring clunk as she pushed the button on the keyless remote. What Angelina didn't hear was the side door of the van slide open, and the soft rubber soles of the two men touch the concrete floor. She was seized roughly from behind and had no time to yell as her light body was swiftly dragged backwards into the van. As the door closed, the engine was started and the van began moving innocently towards the car park exit. And in those few short seconds, Angelina's Manzoni's life was to change forever. Angelina was a strong young woman, and she lashed out at her assailants with arms and legs, she felt some satisfaction when her heeled shoes struck flesh and bone, and the resulting grunts of pain. But her world went suddenly dark as a blanket was thrown over her, and the unmistakable weight of another human being pinning her to the carpeted floor. "LET ME GO." she screamed at the top of her voice while continuing to struggle violently. Her resistance was met with two stunning blows catching her on the face and the back of her head, and she slowly began slipping from consciousness. "Shut up and keep still, or you'll get more of the same." came the hard raspy voice of a male smoker. It would be many hours before Angelina opened her eyes again, the pounding of her head initially limiting her ability to take in her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the handcuff around her right wrist. Her half closed eyes traced the long chain from the cuff to the other end which was fastened to the metal frame of the bed she was lying on. Her eyes moved around the room, it was large and old with peeling wallpaper and paint, the bed was the only piece of furniture in the room. A closed sturdy looking door stood at the far side, there were no windows. Above her, an un-shaded light bulb glowed diligently. Angelina tested the chain; it rattled loudly but held securely to the bed, she got to her feet and leaned back hoping to break free, but it was to no avail. Realising she was going nowhere fast, Angelina climbed back on the bed and finally let the tears of fear flow down her pretty face. It didn't take long for her thoughts to turn to her father; for all this was no doubt attributable to him. Teddy Manzoni, apart from being Angelina's father, was a made man in the underworld of crime, a man well versed in making money from girls, gambling and extortion, but mainly narcotics. His reputation of being a violent man wasn't to be scoffed at, for he was both cunning and ruthless. Angelina's home life disintegrated at the age of nineteen when she brought her latest boyfriend home. For some reason it was hate at first sight, and later that night Teddy beat her boyfriend to a pulp after a few heated words. Angelina left home that night, and hadn't spoken to her father since. She hated him for the man he was, brutal and unforgiving, and for making her mother's life a misery. Angelina had since made her own life, away from the family with the exception of meeting her mother once a week for lunch. Life had been good until now, and what was all this about she wondered, and how was all this going to end? Angelina soon lost track of time, she dozed lightly hoping that when she woke; it would all be but a dream. Unbeknown to Angelina, a sequence of events that led to her abduction started just six nights previous. Teddy Manzoni always guarded his turf with ambitious determination. He controlled the local flow of narcotics, the local dealers and the distribution. He kept his ear to the ground with numerous informants that were paid well for any information. It was only a matter of time before he was made aware of the influx of a little cocaine on the streets by an unknown group with a little entrepreneurial ambition. When Teddy learned of a meeting to handover two hundred grand in exchange for a quantity of coke, he and his soldier's gate crashed the party, and took both the cash and the coke. And then just to make it a real fun party, a brutal bone breaking beating was handed out all attendees to discourage any further such trespasses. The only one lucky enough to escape the beating was a Mickey Dowd. Mickey had been waiting in a stolen car ready to make a quick getaway once the transaction had been completed. While he'd missed the beating, there was now the problem of the missing money and coke, either of which could cost him his life as both debts would have to be repaid. It was unfortunate for Angelina; that one of Mickey's so called friends had gone to school with her. While Teddy Manzoni proved untouchable with all his twenty four hour protection, Angelina was easy to track down, and a little plan was quickly hatched and put into action. It really quite simple, kidnap Angelina and exchange her for the money and the coke, and maybe with a little interest added in for good measure. Angelina heard footsteps and then the snapping back of the door bolt, the door opened and a man entered. Her eyes were drawn firstly to the black balaclava covering his face, then the green woolen jacket, the dirty black jeans and the well worn unlaced brown leather boots. He was tall and wiry with long arms and big hands. "What am I doing here?" she asked. "Your father has something of ours, we want it back. He delivers and you go free. If he doesn't, well, you don't want to think about it." Angelina recognized the raspy smoker's voice; he was one of the men that abducted her. "He'll pay, I'm sure he will." "That's good. You need to behave yourself. There's some rules you need to know. Do as you're told, and don't try and remove this." he said pointing to his balaclava. "If you see any of our faces, you'll not get out of here alive. Understand? "Yes." "And no screaming; no one will hear you. There's no one around for miles." Mickey gazed down at Angelina and took in her beauty, even in her petrified and disheveled state, she still looked desirable. Her dark hair was long and wavy, her face pretty as a picture. His eyes dropped to her jacket, the swell of her breasts visible under her jacket. A tight black skirt fell past her knees, but the shape of her thighs held his attention for many seconds. Angelina cringed in fear, for she could tell what those big eyes were thinking, and it didn't bode well. Angelina had every right to be scared, for Mickey Dowd was little more than a street thug. He was a cunning violent man with no respect for anyone or anything. He'd been brought up by a violent and dishonest father, his mother ran away after one beating too many when he was still young to remember her. His father was a good teacher, and Mickey learnt well to steal to live and fight to survive. For Mickey, a woman's value was small, if it wasn't for what they had between their legs; they had no use at all. His sexual conquests were many, but usually girls of his own like, slutty streetwise urchins, or addicts without looks or finesse looking for a fix. But here, right now, was a creature of great beauty, a creature that he couldn't even in his wildest dreams ever have imagined at his disposal. And suddenly his arousal was too much to bear. Mickey approached the bed and sat down on the edge, Angelina moved away knowing full well what Mickey's intentions were, but the length of the chain limited her ability to avoid him. "Please don't." she whimpered. But Mickey was now enthralled by her beauty; his hand unbuckled each of her shoes and removed them. His hand then continued upwards over her knees and then under her skirt. "Noooo, please noooo." she pleaded closing her legs tightly. But her resistance only further excited Mickey, and his strong hands easily pried her legs wide. His hand slipped up to her panties and explored between her legs as she struggled. He laughed as she tried to rake his face with her long manicured finger nails; he caught her flailing hand easily in his and held her roughly. "Decision time." he said forcefully while looking into her eyes. "Live or die; your choice." "Please don't do this. My father will kill you for this." Mickey laughed evilly, "It's because of you father I'm doing this. If you struggle, it will only be worse for you. So why don't you just lie back and enjoy it." Mickey reached down and eased Angelina's dress up to her waist; he glared lustfully at her beautiful pale thighs before exploring them with an impatient hand. For the first time Angelina took the time to notice her tormentor. While she couldn't see his face, her brain registered other things, like a small faded homemade tattoo between his right thumb and forefinger. His fingernails were ugly and bitten down roughly to nearly nothing. These were seemingly little things, but would prove important in the months to come. Her eyes closed as Mickey's hand slid beneath her panties, his fingers soon probing her dry lips. He took her weight from the bed as her panties were drawn downwards over her ankles and discarded. Mickey gazed down at her, a triangle of dark curls had been trimmed short and neat, he opened her legs for a better look, his finger exploring her pussy lips. He first tweaked her clitoris before trying to penetrate her, but her lack of arousal prevented it. He placed a finger in his mouth for a little lubrication before returning it to her pussy. This time, he was successful and his finger slipped inside her with ease. "Like that?" he asked while exploring her deep insides. "Noooo, please stop." Mickey toyed with her for a short time before kicking his boots off, he stood beside the bed and removed his jeans without averting his eyes from her pussy. Angelina could not help but open her eyes as Mickey stepped out of his jeans and boxers. His erection was rigid with excitement; it was big and ugly with the red tip of the head peeking out from a baggy foreskin. A mass of red hair didn't quite meet an old appendix untidy scar with a puckered corner. Mickey fondled his beloved cock tenderly before pulling the foreskin back to expose a shiny pink head as he approached the bed. Angelina cowered as he moved between her thighs, "Please don't do this. I'm not on the pill and I don't want to get pregnant." Mickey stopped reluctantly and gazed down at her lovely parted thighs, her pussy lips almost beckoning him onwards. But he was intelligent enough to understand the basics of DNA, and its ability to entrap him for the rest of his life. Some snotty nosed kid running around with his DNA wasn't a good idea. He grinned and removed himself from the bed, for there was more than one way to skin a cat. From his jeans pocket on the floor, he removed a small black handgun and then stepped close to the bed head, again causing a scared Angelina to cringe at the end of the chain. "You any good at sucking cock?" he asked pointing his cock at her face. "Your choice, fuck or suck?" Angelina realized that her plan had backfired; she was indeed on the pill and safe from pregnancy for the next day or so. But now she had to make a choice, and each was as bad as the other. Her mouth opened involuntary as the bulbous head was presented to her lips, and she took him reluctantly into her mouth for the first time. "Just a word of warning." Mickey whispered as he rubbed the short cold barrel of the handgun over her cheek. "If you're considering using those lovely white teeth on my cock, don't. I can assure that you'll hurt more than me, and you'll never look the same again. Understand?" Angelina shuddered and nodded at the same time. It was time just to do this and get it over and done with. Mickey began to push back and forth deep into her mouth causing her to gag; she placed a hand around his shaft to minimize his penetration. She was no stranger to blowjobs, it was just part of her normal love making repertoire. There was nothing like being on the end of a good pussy licking, and then reciprocating with a little cock sucking in return. But she'd always been a willing partner, until now. She tried to close her mind to the situation, to pretend it was her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. Her tongue twirled over the head as her hand pumped rigorously, her lips moving back and forth over the head. Mickey grinned in satisfaction, it wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, although it was still good. But nobody could beat Karen Miller for a good sucking; the skinny little addict would gobble down a small army for the hint of a fix. He watched with morbid interest as his slippery cock moved back and forth between Angelina's pretty lips, his excitement soon began to build, for it had been a few days since he'd emptied his bags. Angelina was experienced enough to recognize the telltale signs of Mickey's excitement. His cock in her mouth was bad enough and the last thing she wanted was a mouthful of his cum, not even her lovers were that privileged. Her eyes looked up at Mickey's excited face as she worked faster and faster. To relieve the pressure on her jaw, she'd remove his cock from her mouth and swallow a couple of times before taking him again. As his thrusts became more urgent, Angelina prepared herself for the inevitable by just working the head of his cock. "Ohhhhh, no you don't." Mickey whispered as his hand eased her head back towards him. Angelina had no option but to open her mouth and take him once again. A few seconds later, Mickey took himself in hand and pumped furiously, the action just allowing Angelina's mouth to disengage his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhh, baby, here it comes." he gasped. Angelina closed her eyes and mouth as Mickey fired long lines of warm cum over her face and cheek, holding her still, he rubbed his cock over her face before presenting it to her closed mouth. "Suck it." he ordered. She reluctantly opened her mouth and took him, the taste of his cum almost making her gag. Choosing the lesser of two evils, she then withdrew her mouth from his cock and rubbed it gently over her face hoping he would be too interested in his pleasure to notice. Eventually, Mickey stepped away from her and stroked his cock, well satisfied with the mess he'd deposited on her face. Angelina could feel his cum oozing down her cheeks and quickly looked for something on which to clean herself. Finding nothing suitable, she lifted the corner of the unclean sheet and cleaned herself the best she could. Mickey laughed, "Hey baby; that was pretty good. We'll have some more fun real soon." She whimpered at the thought, "When are you going to let me go?" "When your Daddy plays ball. Until then you'll just have to be my entertainment, cause I hate to be bored." Mickey replied as he zipped himself up and headed for the door. "Just behave yourself and you might just get out of this in one piece." Angelina soon lost track of time, she spent most of the time sleeping or thinking about her childhood which had been the happiest time of her life. In those days, her beloved father was just a businessman, and she never questioned the big burly men that drove them everywhere and were never too far away from him. In more recent years, she felt quite within her rights to hate him, but was now longing for him to walk into this very room and rescue her with all guns blazing. As time drifted by, her senses became more aware of her surroundings. She could make out other voices in the distant, and the occasional banging of doors, there was more than one of them she soon realised. Her boredom was only broken by a little food and drink, always delivered by Mickey. While it was always reheated burgers from some junk food chain and cartooned milk, she demolished it without a second thought. As much as she tried, there was to be no escape from the chain around her wrist. A small portable chemical and a bowl of water for washing was produced, and later a thick blanket when she complained of being cold. Her solitude soon began to take its toll, she began to crave someone to talk to, or even just to watch. It was two days after Mickey's first sexual advances that he returned for some more action, but this time more prepared. Angelina sat still on the bed as he approached, she could almost feel the lust in his eyes as they peered at her through the balaclava. From his pocket he took two items and placed them on the bed beside her, she looked down and recognized a packet of condoms and a tube of lube. She shuddered at the thought of what was about to come. "So, how's it to be?" Mickey asked. "The hard way or the easy way?" "What do you mean?" Angelina asked. "Do I have to hurt you, or are you just going to lie back and enjoy it?" "I don't wanna be hurt." she whimpered. "That's real sensible of you." he replied undoing his jeans. "Show me your legs and then take your panties off slowly." Angelina closed her eyes as she lifted her skirt, she could almost feel his lustful eyes burning into her. She felt his weight on the bed next to her and then his hands on her thighs. He then took his hand in hers and guided it to his hard cock; she held it gently and stroked it while she pretended to be in another place. Mickey was nearly beside himself as he stroked her lovely legs and anticipated about what he was about to do. He salivated over her smooth and warmth curves as his hand found her panties. "Take them off for me?" he whispered after a few seconds of playing with them. Raising her buttocks, Angelina slipped her panties off and then lay back on the bed, she wanted this over with as fast as possible. If she was going to be fucked, all she could hope for was it to be quick and merciful. Mickey's hands were soon between her legs probing and prying her dryness. "Use some lube." she suggested. She jumped as the cold lubricant was applied, and for the next few minutes put up with Mickey's unwanted if not gentle explorations. "Show me your tit's." he soon requested. "I can't get my top off with the handcuff on my wrist." Mickey reached up and lifted her top above her breasts; Angelina's were riveted with instant fear as a dangerous looking flick-knife was produced and with three deft slices, her bra was removed. His hands were soon pawing her breasts, squeezing and testing her nipples making her squirm with pain. By now, Mickey was ready for some real action. Ripping the condom packet open, he presented the plastic sheath to the head of his cock. At first he had it the wrong way round and wouldn't roll on. He cursed and turned it around, this time he got half way down the shaft before a ragged and broken fingernail caught and broke it. Again he swore violently. "Let me do it." Angelina suggested as she removed another condom from the packet. She tried to remind herself that the condom was for her benefit, not only to avoid pregnancy, but also against any horrible diseases her attacker might be carrying. She placed he condom over the large head and rolled it carefully down the shaft, she then applied a little lubricant just to ensure it didn't break on entry. The Abduction of Angelina Manzoni "That's a very good girl." Mickey whispered as he crawled between her legs. He first gazed down at the triangle of dark curls and her pink slippery lips below; then lowered himself on top of her. His cock floundered impatiently around her pussy unable to locate the desired place. Angelina reluctantly lowered her hand and guided his cock inside her, for it was better than being hurt she reminded herself. Mickey grinned with pleasure as he slipped inside Angelina for the first time; even with the condom the pleasure was incredible. He raised himself from her and looked downwards over her breasts and between her spread thighs. He watched with interest as his cock slipped back and forth as it moved inside her before lowering his weight onto her. Angelina lay back in quiet contemplation, if this is bad as it gets, she might be able to live with herself. It was the first time she'd ever made love when her heart wasn't in it. She felt nothing, no pleasure or love, just a heavy weight on top of her and an unwanted cock thrusting back and forth inside her. Would she ever feel the same again she asked herself as Mickey continued his journey? "Having fun too?" he eventually panted. "Yeah, absolutely fantastic." she lied. For Mickey, the balaclava soon became a problem, the sweat inside it found his eyes and made them sting, he cursed and withdrew from her in frustration. He wanted to take it off, but the ramifications were too great, if she saw his face, her fate was sealed. Angelina watched from the bed as Mickey eased the woolen material from his skin, she soon realized what his problem was. She was now only concerned with her survival and quickly made another suggestion. "How about I roll over and put the pillow over my head, then you can take it off." "No peeking." "It's not in my interest. I don't want to know you name or what you look like. I just wanna go home in one piece." Angelina rolled onto all fours and presented her buttocks for his assault, lowering her face onto the bed, she placed the pillow over her head leaving enough room to breathe. She felt the head of Mickey's inquisitive cock slide inside her, and then braced herself for his onslaught. Mickey soon made himself comfortable and then raised the balaclava from his face. As he wiped the sweat from his face, he took in Angelina's curved buttocks and narrow waist. He grinned with satisfaction as he watched his condom covered cock slide in and out of her, her large lips moving back and forth as he worked. "Ohhhhh darlin, you're a great little fuck." he commented as he began slapping into her with hard strokes. Below him, Angelina grimaced under the onslaught; she just wanted this to be over with. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she eventually complained from beneath the pillow. Mickey chuckled as he mistakenly took her groans of pain for pleasure; the thought that she mightn't be enjoying it had never entered his simple mind. He picked up speed, but soon became frustrated as the middle of the old bed began to give way under his knees. He cursed and dragged Angelina backwards so that he could stand on the floor. With him now standing, there was no respite for Angelina as she was battered from behind. On and on he went with his cock and navel slamming brutally into her, was it ever going to end she asked herself? "You're hurting me, please stop." she whimpered when she could take it no more. "It's the fucking condom." Mickey replied pulling down the balaclava. "Hate using the fuckers. Wanna blow me again?" Angelina shuddered, what was worse, a battered and sore pussy, or the taste of cum? It was a hard decision. "Alright, I'll blow you again." "Gotta swallow this time." She again shuddered, but agreed reluctantly. Angelina was soon sitting on the edge of the bed with Mickey's cock staring at her; she removed the condom and disposed of it on the floor. The taste of latex was immediate as she took him into her mouth, it almost made her gag. Wanting to get it over with, she worked him diligently with both hand and mouth. Her eyes again focused on the ugly appendix just inches away, while she didn't yet know it, it was later going to prove to be important. Her hand took hold of his shaft limiting his penetration in her mouth as her lips and tongue did their thing. It didn't take long for Mickey to approach orgasm, this time her blow job was better, maybe even as good as that Karen Miller. He was soon trembling with anticipation as her warm lips tormented him towards the ultimate act. "I'm gonna cum." he panted placing his hand behind her head. "Remember you promised to swallow, no spitting." Angelina braced herself ready for the unthinkable, she judged his ejaculation with precision and managed to swallow as her mouth filled with his warm cum; she managed the second and third shots too, but nearly choked on the fourth as the unbearable taste caught up with her. But Mickey's hand behind her head coaxed her onwards until the terrible deed had been done, only then did he let her mouth move away from his cock. "You're some little cock sucker." he muttered with praise as Angelina found the carton of milk near the wall and took a large swig. "Can I please have a shower?" she implored. Mickey laughed as he headed for the door, "Fuck off, you weren't that good." For the next week, Mickey assaulted Angelina every day without fail. Each time it was the same; first he would fuck her endlessly and then finish with a blowjob and forced to swallow his sickening cum. Eventually, Angelina began to hate herself. Because of the long spells of boredom, she almost wanted for Mickey's attentions; and then straight afterwards, would despair at what she'd done. The foul unmistakable taste of his cum a constant reminder of what she'd become. And then everything changed. Angelina had been asleep when the door suddenly crashed open, there was no time for fear as the cuff on her hand was released and a bag placed over her head. She was led out of the room and down a hallway, and then the cool air of night greeted her sensitive skin. Next it was into the back of a van; then the sound of an engine starting a split second before the vehicle began to move. She jumped as a hand was placed on her shoulder. "You're lucky your father loves you." came Mickey's voice. It was only then that Angelina realised that this might turn out okay. She lost track of time as the van traveled onwards, at first it was the long drone of a freeway, but then there were the sounds of other traffic and the starting and stopping of traffic lights. Then the van glided quietly to a stop and she heard the side door open. "I'm gonna miss you." said Mickey as she was eased out onto the ground. "Don't turn around. Bye-bye my lovely." And she then heard the van glide quietly away. Angelina removed the bag from her head and peered at the real world for the first time in weeks. It was dark, but it took a split second to realize that she was but a block from home. With tears in her eyes, she sprinted down the familiar street in her bare feet, across a side road and the short distant to her letter box. Seconds later, she pounded on the front door and fell sobbing into her mother's thankful arms. _______________________________ Seven weeks later The police drew a blank on Angelina's ordeal. Once it was realized that Angelina was missing, a frantic search was mounted. Her abduction had been caught on a security camera in the basement car park, but apart from her handbag on the ground beside her Z4, there was little else. But Tony Manzoni had his own little agenda. Once his daughter's kidnappers had made contact, he returned the money and the coke he'd taken along with the extra eighty grand that was demanded. But now that his little girl was safe home, he was quickly on the hunt for those responsible. The world's not a big enough place to hide in, and it would be only a matter of time before he was rewarded. Angelina's recovery if any was slow, she returned home and seemed to distance herself from anyone but family. She left her job when unable to cope with simple problems that would've been a breeze months before. She alienated her friends and would rather spend her time alone in her room. As time went on she hated herself more and more for what she had done and supposedly become. The time she spent with an analyst was sometimes beneficial, but then she would take two steps after taking one forward. It was a warm spring afternoon when Teddy Manzoni approached his daughter and requested that she accompany him on a drive. After a three hour drive, Teddy's chauffeur guided the limo carefully up a neglected long winding driveway before coming to a stop outside equally dilapidated cottage. There were four vehicles parked outside, and a group of men approached the limo, some she knew but others were strangers to her. Teddy turned to his daughter and smiled, "I need you to be strong. Inside we think we've got one of the men that took you, but we need to be sure." "But I only saw one of them, and he always wore a balaclava." Teddy kept smiling and patted her on her leg, "I know, but think outside the square. Look for things you might recognise." With great trepidation, Angelina exited the car and walked the short distance to the cottage, up two cracked stairs and into a large kitchen and dining room. In the middle of the room stood an old large wooden table, and upon it lay a spread eagled man firmly tethered by rope. She didn't recognize the face, although it was battered and bruised. He was dressed in a ripped black tee shirt and scruffy jeans, a pair of tattered trainers still adorned his feet. Angelina's eyes flicked down to his right hand, her heart fluttered at the sight of a familiar tattoo. She felt rage building in her heart and her eyes narrowed as they flicked to his unfamiliar face, it looked nothing like she'd imagined. "Strip him off." she snarled with surprising venom. A sharp curved bladed knife was produced, and a burly man began the task of cutting away his clothing, first his shirt and then his jeans and boxers. Angelina stepped closer to the table; her eyes fell on the puckered appendix scar above the red curls. She stared for many seconds as her rage boiled inside her, the black savage look in her eyes causing some of her father's soldiers to take a nervous step backwards. "What's his name?" she asked. "Mickey Dowd." someone offered. Angelina looked upwards into the battered face, "Hello Mickey, remember me? I've come to put things right between us." "I'm sorry." he gasped through swollen lips. "Not enough Mickey, you're not sorry enough. But you soon will be." She looked around for the man holding the knife and held her hand out. It was passed over and Angelina tested the pointed end and the sharpness of the blade. "Prop his head up, I want him to watch." she asked. Angelina waited patiently for Mickey's ropes to be loosed so that he could sit up a little. She then looked into Mickey's bloodshot eyes as she ran the point of the knife down his chest leaving a faint red line of blood. Angelina smiled as the knife reached his flaccid cock; with the blade of the knife she flipped it from side to side. Her eyes swiveled up to his, "Do you remember what you did to me with this Mickey, how you made me do things I didn't want to, and how much you hurt me? Do you remember Mickey, cause I do." "Please, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me." he whispered through his bloody mouth. Angelina grasped his cock with her free hand and began to manipulate it in a seductive manner. She ignored the shuffling of embarrassment of the hard men that were watching, she ignored her father who stepped back and looked out through the grimy window unable to watch his daughter doing such a thing. But Angelina continued her actions, and however sacred Mickey was, he couldn't fight his arousal. Eventually his cock began to grow in her hand and Angelina felt satisfaction in her accomplishment. She wanted it to be just how she remembered it, big and brutal. "Look at your cock Mickey, have a good look." she whispered. Mickey opened his eyes wide as his cock stood proudly in his hand. How could it be so when he felt so scared? Angelina's eyes were wide and her smile almost comforting. Her hand slipped upwards so that it was supporting the large head, and in an instant, the knife flashed downwards completely severing his cock at the base in one brutal slash. Mickey screamed in agony as his cock came free in her hand, but he still noticed her laugh as she placed it on his chest for him to look at. What he didn't hear were the groans of shock and disgust from the onlookers as they moved away from the table and the ensuing fountain of blood. Angelina placed the knife on the table and exited the cottage; she walked to a wire fence and looked at the blood on her hands before emptying her stomach on the long grass beneath her feet. Mickey's screams of pain were silenced by the unmistakable crack of a gunshot; at least his agony was over Angelina thought to herself. Angelina's life never returned to normal. Her father was incarcerated in a state penitentiary two years later for his past crimes, her beloved mother died of a stroke a brief six months later. Angelina suffered ongoing depression before eventually getting hooked on anti-depressants. It took less than a year for her to add alcohol to the mix, and then drugs. On a cold stormy night in April 2006, Angelina Manzoni knowingly injected herself with a lethal dose of heroin, and slipped blissfully from life without regret or a tear in her eyes. She smiled as the world spun warmly before her eyes, and hoped that her next life would be better than the one she was leaving.